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grapesodatozier · 3 years

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so close to the real thing (closer than you think)

rating: explicit

word count: 6.8k

summary: Eddie's been pining over Richie for as long as he can remember. He loves everything about Richie; especially how much Richie loves touching him. It's a little inconvenient, though. Eddie copes with his pent up sexual tension by constantly checking a porn blog he's obsessed with on tumblr. This guy has the same type of body as Richie, he talks like Richie, his name is even Richie! It makes it all too easy for Eddie to pretend it really is Richie while getting himself off to all of the blog's content.

You'll never guess what he finds out when he starts sexting this stranger named Richie from his anonymous porn blog.

tags: friends to lovers, porn with feelings, love confessions, dom/sub dynamics, bi dom top richie, gay sub bottom eddie, the most oblivious pining idiots in the world lol we love them

notes: this is one of my more ridiculous ideas but I had so much fun with it lol. also as a note you probably should not approach people on the internet the way they do in this fic, but they're just v enthusiastic and everything here is v consensual!! still tho definitely don't take this indulgent fic as a guide on how to approach real people online lmao. okay have fun!!

read on ao3 or below!!

notsfw under the cut

Eddie Kaspbrak’s friends were his entire world; time spent with them meant everything to him. But he also really valued his alone time. He’d always been the sort who needed time to just sit on a grassy hill and watch the trains go by, to catch up on comics in his room, to get lost in Netflix shows or even just his thoughts as he moseyed around his apartment—one he live in by himself, for when these moods hit. He needed time to himself to unwind. And sometimes he unwound by scrolling through some porn blogs on tumblr with his hand in his pants.

There was one blog that he was particularly fond of. There were other blogs more catered to his personal interests, namely blogs that didn’t feature women like this one did. But there was a good balance of genders represented, so Eddie figured he could just scroll past those posts. This guy was worth it. His pictures were ridiculously hot, and his dirty talk was even hotter.

Also, his name was Richie. Which Eddie refused to acknowledge as part of the draw.

It was harder to ignore tonight. He’d been out with the losers, and Richie had just been so touchy. And there was something about the way he'd been talking; his voice was lower than normal, slower in a way that made Eddie’s stomach flip. And his touches had lingered, his hand squeezing Eddie’s hip slow, then lazily brushing against his ass as he dropped it. Eddie could hardly take it. He brushed it off as Richie just being tired from work, but god, Eddie wanted it to mean more. The hardest part was hiding how much he wanted Richie to keep doing it.

There were so many things Eddie wanted Richie to do to him. He wanted Richie to touch him harder, to grab him by his hips with both hands. Richie’s hands were so big; Eddie just knew Richie could manhandle him so easily, so roughly. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Richie’s hands all over him, grabbing at his ass and his thighs, holding his wrists down, making him feel so small. While Eddie would never admit it, huffing at every short joke Richie made, but he loved being shorter than Richie. He loved how safe he felt when Richie held him. And he was dying to know how small he would feel with Richie looming above him, or sitting in Richie’s lap, bouncing on his cock. He wanted to hear Richie talking to him in that low, slow voice, with that condescension Eddie did his best to pretend not to be affected by. He wanted Richie to whisper in his ear and call him all those pretty names he always dropped so casually, all those sweet ones and also ones that were a lot meaner. He wanted Richie to want him.

But it was easier to think about it than to ask for it. He knew Richie had way more experience than him. Well, okay, maybe not way more necessarily, but they were starting their third year of college, and he hadn’t wasted any time. Eddie, on the other hand, hadn’t done anything more than hand stuff with someone else. The guys he’d hooked up with were nice enough, and hot enough, but they just… weren’t Richie.

He supposed this guy on tumblr wasn’t Richie either, but at least he was everything else Eddie wanted. None of his hookups had been so, well, dominant, and that was this guy’s whole thing. He was dominant and a top and into guys that looked like Eddie. He even kind of talked like Richie, and he was apparently pining over his best friend, just like Eddie was. It had him completely smitten. Plus, internet-Richie’s crush had brown eyes like Eddie, and he ran track, just like Eddie did. Internet-Richie had posted once about his dick getting hard watching his friend at his track meet, and Eddie had come so hard that night, his track shorts around his ankles, imagining his Richie thinking those things about him.

Eddie was in bed now, in nothing but his boxers and one of Richie’s old shirts that had been Eddie’s for a while now. Still reeling from the way Richie had been acting that night, he logged into his porn account on his phone and scrolled through his dash for a grand total of thirty seconds before going immediately to internet-Richie’s blog. A thrill went through Eddie’s body when he saw that he had just posted. He’d written, “god my friends gonna fuckn kill me with that ass, i wanna plow him so bad” then reblogged it and added, “reminder that my asks and dms are always open if any pretty needy little subs need help getting off. please come be sluts in my messages.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that there was a picture, too, one of him gripping his hard cock, his boxers pulled down just enough for Eddie to see the dark hair around the base of his cock. Eddie moaned at the sight. His cock was so nice, so long and thick and pink. And fuck, his fingers. They were so long and slim, almost as nice as his-Richie’s.

Eddie scrolled a little farther down, his heart racing. There were a lot of reblogs, but some original posts here and there, things like, “what i wouldn’t do to have a pretty guy drooling all over my cock rn,” and, “in the mood to get someone dick drunk. wanna fuck a someone so hard they forget their own name.” One that made Eddie nearly choke said, “want someone i can pump my come into whenever i want, over and over again. want a sub i can keep full of my come all the fuckn time.” That post had Eddie getting out his lube.

It also had him thinking about internet-Richie’s most recent post, his post about his DMs being open.

Eddie bit his lip and thought about it. He’d sent internet-Richie some asks before from his porn blog (his blog didn’t have his name on it, just the teddy bear emoji, since he privately thought the teddy/Eddie rhyme was fun and clever, and also it was cute), and he’d seemed plenty happy enough to respond then. Still, it felt like a much bigger step to DM him, to talk to him just one on one. But the more he read his posts, the more he thought about his-Richie and how he’d touched Eddie that night, the easier it was to convince himself to shoot his shot with this stranger.

Eddie just messaged him a simple, “hi,” with a heart emoji. It was innocent enough, but his heart was still racing.

Internet-Richie responded a lot faster than Eddie was expecting. Honestly he hadn’t been expecting a response at all. But he said:

hiya cutie (; ive been hoping youd message me

Eddie flushed. He couldn’t help but hear cutie in his-Richie’s voice—especially given how often Richie used the nickname. really? he typed back.

fuck yes, ur cute little messages make me so hard. i can tell ur a pretty little thing just from the way you type

Eddie was blushing deep. Pretty little thing. That was hotter than it should’ve been. He wanted his Richie to talk to him like that, in that deep, sleepy voice.

there’s no way you can tell that from some messages :P, Eddie sent.

His heart stopped at the next messages internet-Richie sent.

oh, u dont think so?

why dont u send me some pics to prove me wrong (;

Oh my god, Eddie thought, his breath coming short. His head swam at the thought of sending this guy nudes, of showing himself off to someone who clearly wanted to see him, who would know how to take care of him and fuck him the way he liked, a guy with his crush’s fucking name and body type and hands. It had Eddie’s cock hard and leaking, and he slowly slid a finger inside of himself.

But just because the thought turned him on didn’t mean he was gonna send this stranger what he wanted so easily, even if he desperately wanted to.

you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

He fingered himself open as he waited for a response, working his way up to two fingers. It was nearly impossible to ignore his cock, but he didn’t want to come before the conversation even had a chance to start.

fuck ya i would, internet-Richie responded. Then, in a second message, whats wrong baby? you shy? ill show u mine ;)

Eddie's breath caught. God, this guy even made stupid shit sound hot, just like Eddie’s Richie. This was unreal.

i’ve seen yours, Eddie pointed out.

ya and you musta liked it if ur messaging me rn

Eddie bit his lip. ...maybe

aw thats cute sweetheart. u know i can see all the needy little tags you add when u reblog my stuff right?

Eddie blushed. He’d kind of always hoped he’d read them, but he never thought he actually did. i didn’t know you read those

oh ya, read them, jerk off to them. bit of a size queen, aren’t you? ;) it’s cute. makes me so fuckn hard when u talk abt how u want me to fill you up

Eddie whimpered out loud, sliding a third finger into himself. Fuck, he wanted that cock inside of him so bad. But right now one of his toys would have to do, once he was stretched out enough. He sped up his fingers, getting impatient. Gathering up all of his horny courage, he sent, show me.

what, no please? only good boys who use their manners get dick pics babydoll

Eddie pouted and whined to himself, making quick work of sliding his hot pink vibrator inside of himself—well, as quickly as he could without hurting himself. He moaned as it filled him up, making pleasure spread deep through his body. Slowly pumping it in and out, he reached for his phone. please, he typed, please let me see? wanna know what to picture while i fuck myself with my vibrator. He even added the wide eyed pouting emoji to really milk the whole begging thing. He knew he’d been playing a little coy, but now with the way internet-Richie was talking to him he was getting desperate.

well fuck baby since ur begging ;)

Eddie held his breath as he waited for the picture, slowly rocking his toy in and out, savoring the feeling. He wished it was Richie doing it, wished it was his cock. The lines between which Richie blurred; he wanted to get fucked by either of them, both of them.

What Eddie received when his phone lit up was not a picture, but a video. It was short, just a few seconds of Richie’s hand dragging wetly, smoothly over his cock, but it had Eddie drooling. The room was dark, so he’d used a flash, and it made the mix of what Eddie assumed was precome and spit glisten as the swollen head of Richie’s cock disappeared and reappeared from behind his fingers. Eddie must’ve played it at least five times, fucking himself a little faster, before remembering to say something back. And to take a video of his own. fuck, I want you so bad, want you to fucking ruin me, he wrote back. A part of him couldn’t believe how openly desperate he was being, but he found that he liked it; he liked the way it made him blush, he liked the way it felt to beg, to ask for what he wanted.

Richie’s response came fast: show me kitten. show me how you want me to fuck your pretty little ass.

Eddie moaned at the pet name; casual little nicknames were such a weakness for him. He was already so far gone, just picturing Richie’s cock inside of him, picturing him stroking his cock to thoughts of Eddie. The attention had his cock hard and leaking as he thrust his vibrator even deeper inside of himself, pumping it in and out a few more times before rolling over and getting on his hands and knees. It was hard to take a video from this angle, but he wanted to show off his ass and hide his face. Plus, there was something so hot about having his ass in the air and his face shoved in his pillow, looking like the perfect image of someone desperate to be fucked. He loved the way it made him feel, loved the thought of being so open for someone. For Richie.

He ended up shooting a short video as well, about ten seconds of him sliding his vibrator slowly in and out of himself, letting out soft little moans. He was pretty pleased with the way it turned out, his hole pink and smooth and wet as it stretched around his toy. The angle was a little weird, showing a lot of his room once or twice when his hand slipped a little, but overall he thought his ass looked amazing, if he did say so himself. He sent it and said, feels so good. do you want me to go faster?

As he sent it, he got settled on his back, forcing himself to go slow as he fucked himself while he waited for internet-Richie’s response. It was taking longer than before, and Eddie was getting antsy; it was so hard to drag it out, to not get ahead of himself. But whatever Richie was doing, Eddie knew it would be worth the wait. Still, he pouted as his cock ached, begging for attention.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock at the door.

He groaned to himself and stayed put, fucking himself even slower as he waited for whoever it was to leave. But then the knocking continued, loud and incessant and obnoxious, and Eddie knew exactly who it was. He also knew he wasn’t going to go away any time soon, which honestly made him smile and blush. Richie had terrible timing, but Eddie would never be upset to see him.

Reluctantly, he slowly slid the toy out and pulled on his shorts, leaving his shirt off. He still had a pretty obvious boner, but his horny brain did not mind the idea of Richie seeing it. So he strode lazily down the hall, shouting a performatively annoyed, “I’m coming!” Finally, he opened the door, cocking his hip to the side and giving Richie an expectant look. “Can I help you?” he asked, a small smile dancing around the corner of his lips. He had to fight off a smirk at the wide eyed look Richie gave him as he ran his eyes over Eddie’s body.

“Fuck,” he muttered lowly, his eyes trained on Eddie’s cock, which was getting even harder the more Richie stared. Eddie bit his lip and grinned a little, making doe eyes at Richie. But Richie didn’t meet his gaze—instead he brushed past Eddie, his mouth still hanging open as he made his way urgently toward Eddie’s bedroom.

“Richie?” Eddie asked, a little let down that Richie’s hands weren’t all over him right now. But hey, if he was heading to Eddie’s bedroom he figured that was at least the right direction. He closed his front door and followed Richie into his room, where he found him staring at the bright pink vibrator on the bed. As confident and horny as Eddie was feeling, that still made him blush. He was only human. Crossing his arms, he said, bashful now, “I was kind of in the middle of something.”

Richie looked over at him, his cheeks bright red under his freckles. Then he got a glimmer of that trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “Eds, you fucking slut,” he said, sounding both delighted and breathless. “You are so fucking hot.”

Eddie flushed and tried not to squirm, but he couldn’t help but press his legs together, his eyes brightening. Fuck, was this actually happening? Shit, he needed to think of something witty to say. “You gonna do anything about it?” Okay, that kinda sounded like a corny porn, but he had to give himself credit for even being able to form words just after his lifelong crush and personal wet dream had just admitted his attraction to him.

“I think I already have been,” Richie said, still grinning.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”

Eddie was expecting a confession. He was expecting something along the lines of you think I don’t notice how you look at me? or did you really think those were casual touches earlier? What he was not expecting was for Richie to unlock his phone and hold it up, showing Eddie the video he had just taken, the video he’d sent to internet-Richie.

Oh. Oh. Oh fuck.

“Oh my god, that’s you?” Eddie cried in disbelief.

“You’re telling me you didn’t recognize this dick?” Richie asked, swaggering over to Eddie, clearly enjoying himself.

“How did you recognize it was me?”

Richie nodded toward the Thundercats poster on Eddie’s wall, then to the model train that sat on his dresser. “What other guy has decor like that and the ass to match?”

Eddie grinned and shook his head. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Well pardon me for not being especially eloquent when I’ve just learned that the guy I’ve been masturbating to since I learned how to and been in love with for even longer has been masturbating to me too.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, all thoughts of getting fucked leaving for a moment. “You’re in love with me?” he asked, his voice as soft as his smile.

Richie was not a bashful person, but the little laugh he let out just then was close to it. “Have been my whole life, but thanks for finally noticing.”

Eddie shook his head and stepped closer, until he had to crane his head up to meet Richie’s gaze. “I love you too.”

Richie’s eyes widened behind his thick frames. Eddie had only seen that look in Richie’s eyes a few times before, but he never wanted to lose sight of it again. He always wanted Richie to look at him like that. But then Richie was closing his eyes and leaning down. It only took Eddie a second to get with the program, drinking in the moment just a little longer before letting his own eyes fall shut as he pressed his lips against Richie’s.

It started gentle enough, if deep and passionate and intentional. But then Richie’s hands were on Eddie’s bare waist, skin against skin, and Eddie was gasping into Richie’s mouth, his hands coming up and resting against Richie’s chest. He curled his fingers into Richie’s shirt as Richie ran his tongue over Eddie’s lips, just before pulling away. He laughed at Eddie’s indignant little whine.

“Oh, you mean you don’t want me to take off my shirt right now?” he smirked as Eddie tried to pull him closer by the offending fabric. Huffing, Eddie conceded and let go long enough to let Richie pull the shirt off over his head.

“Oh,” he said softly, his voice a little, awed moan as he drank in Richie’s chest. It wasn’t like Richie had never been shirtless in front of Eddie before, but Eddie had never felt like he was allowed to really look at Richie all those times. But now he could; now he could touch. And he did, running his fingers over Richie’s smooth, warm skin, over his acne scars and blackheads and freckles. “Fuck, Richie,” he sighed before pressing his lips to Richie’s collarbones, trailing them all over Richie’s beautiful chest.

Richie gave a breathless, almost shy laugh as he stroked Eddie’s hair. “Damn, Eds, never pegged you as a tits guy.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Eddie giggled, bringing his lips back to Richie’s. They both smiled into it, getting lost for a moment as Richie’s hands slid slowly down Eddie’s sides. His hands lingered on Eddie’s hips for a moment before he slid them further down and grabbed at Eddie’s ass, making him gasp.

“Is that any way to talk to the guy who’s about to rail you ‘til you can’t walk?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Eddie asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Spank me?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Richie smirked. He gave Eddie’s ass a playful smack, making Eddie gasp again and fall into him, needing more. Richie’s voice was dripping with adoration as he purred, “Little brat,” and pulled Eddie against him, kissing him again. Eddie went with it easily and happily parted his lips to let Richie lick into his mouth. Richie had one hand gripping Eddie’s jaw and the other on his ass, touching him in a way that exuded a command Eddie was desperate to follow. God, Eddie knew Richie had big hands, but they felt huge on him like this. It was dizzyingly hot. And the way Richie’s tongue was teasing his had Eddie’s knees going weak. His dick was throbbing in his shorts, aching to finish what he’d started, what had been interrupted. When he thought about it all—about playing with himself for Richie, about the video Richie had sent him, about all those things Richie had said about filling Eddie up—he felt himself clench down on nothing, desperate to get fucked. Desperate to feel Richie’s cock so deep inside of him.

“Richie,” he whined into the kiss, pulling on Richie’s belt loops, “please.” He pressed himself urgently against Richie and rutted shamelessly against his thigh.

“Fuck, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was cocky and teasing, but there was an apparent undercurrent of wonder there as well.

Eddie shoved his face into Richie’s neck and whined, grabbing onto Richie’s wrists without even knowing what his goal was. “Richie,” he whimpered, sounding pitiful and ruined already.

“What do you want, baby?” Richie’s voice made it clear that he was enjoying seeing Eddie this wrecked, and that just made Eddie even harder. “Come on, tell me, use your words.”

Eddie squirmed as Richie held him close, but still not touching him in any relieving way. “I need you inside,” Eddie said, his voice high and soft as he squirmed in Richie’s grip. “God, please, Richie, need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can’t even think. Fuck me like I’m your little toy.”

Eddie could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth, and judging by the gasp he heard Richie let out, he’d caught Richie off guard too. But if the hard bulge in his jeans that brushed up against Eddie was any indication, he was apparently just as turned on as Eddie was. Besides, Eddie knew from his blog that Richie was really into that sort of thing too—and, apparently, really into the idea of doing those things with Eddie. The realization that Richie had been saying all those filthy things about him had him grinding against him with even more fervor, kissing his neck with a heated confidence. Richie moaned, and Eddie could feel the warmth of it spreading through him. “Yeah, sweetheart? You want to feel me inside you? You think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed, looking up at Richie with wide, desperate eyes. He shivered at the new look in Richie’s eyes, the blue nearly entirely eclipsed by how wide his pupils were. He looked hungry for Eddie; Eddie wanted to feel it. “‘M ready, Richie, please, so open for you.” He looked to the toy on his bed pointedly, but Richie only gave a deep laugh.

“Oh honey, that’s cute that you think that little thing is gonna have you ready for my cock.” Eddie’s breath caught; that toy wasn’t small. Before he could gather his scattered brain enough to react, Richie was scooping him up and tossing him on the bed, the toy falling forgotten to the floor. Richie moved Eddie onto his back, and Eddie went happily, pliantly. Richie’s fingers were cool against Eddie’s burning skin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s shorts, slowly dragging them over his hips and down his legs, tossing them to the floor. Eddie’s cock was dripping with precome, his chest flushed a bright red as he squirmed under Richie’s gaze. Eddie been dreaming of Richie manhandling him like this for he didn’t even know how long; he couldn’t help the way he reacted. And he especially couldn’t help the pleased little sound he made when Richie murmured, “God, you’re gorgeous, Eds.” Then Richie was grabbing him by the ankles, gently but firmly spreading Eddie’s legs, and Eddie let out the most pathetic, genuine moan he’d ever heard. “Fuck, baby, you sound pretty. You like when I spread you open?” Richie asked. He was smirking down at Eddie, but Eddie could see how flushed he was, could see the thrilled awe in his dark, hungry eyes as Eddie nodded.

“Richie, please,” Eddie whimpered. “I need you so bad.” He sat up, reaching for Richie’s belt, but Richie easily pressed him back against the mattress with a large hand on the center of his chest. The confidence in Richie’s dominance took Eddie’s breath away, and he stayed right where he was, nice and obedient, as he watched Richie get off the bed and slowly undo his belt, then his button and zipper. He took his time dragging his jeans and boxers off, enough time to let Eddie’s eyes linger on the reveal of the dark hair under Richie’s waistband. Then Richie’s cock was bouncing up against his stomach, hard and flushed and fucking long. Eddie moaned at the sight and fisted the sheets underneath him. He wanted so badly to get his mouth on Richie, to breathe him in and be nice and good for Richie on his knees. But he was also desperate to get fucked; his hole clenched down on nothing at the thought, and then it was all he could think about again. “Richie,” he repeated, whining now as he reached for him. “Stop being such a tease.”

Richie laughed as he moved easily out of Eddie’s grip and climbed on top of him. Eddie gasped softly at the sight of Richie above him, his dark curls surrounding his face, his full, pink lips pulled into the most beautiful smile Eddie had ever seen in his life. He ran his hands over Richie’s chest and sides, marveling at the fact that this was really happening. Then, his eyes flickering down, he tentatively brought his hand to Richie’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” they said, both at the same time, making them giggle together.

“Fuck, Eds, your pretty little hand looks so cute wrapped around my cock,” Richie teased in a low, rough voice. Eddie shivered; he couldn’t tell if Richie was praising him or degrading him, but either way it made his head fuzzy.

“‘M not that little,” Eddie grumbled out of habit. But he was clearly breathless. He’d never been good at pretending not to like Richie’s compliments, however teasing.

“Aw, but you are, baby,” Richie cooed, nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute and tiny for me. I don’t even know if we’ll be able to fit my cock inside you.”

“I can,” Eddie whined, both indignant and impatient. He bucked his hips up, but Richie held him down. He gasped when he felt the warm, soft skin of Richie’s cock press against his stomach. Looking down, he saw that Richie had his cock lying on Eddie’s stomach, showing just how deep he would be once he was inside Eddie.

“You sure about that, babydoll?” While the teasing note was still there, Richie’s voice got noticeably softer as he said, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Eddie’s chest swelled at that. Cupping Richie’s face in his hands, he insisted, “I can take it.” Then he reached down and took Richie in his hand, glowing with pride when Richie let out a low moan. “Richie, please, I want you so bad.”

“Okay, baby,” Richie agreed, turning his head to kiss Eddie’s palm. “Fuck, I want you, too.” But he stalled. “Have you ever… like, been fucked before?”

Eddie flushed. “Well, not by someone else, but I have some toys. I’m not gonna break, Richie.” He huffed, but the way Richie was looking at him soothed any ruffled feathers.

“I’m your first?” His smile was soft, and while his eyes glittered, there was nothing teasing about his tone.

“I didn’t wanna do it with anyone else,” Eddie mumbled. He tried to look away, but Richie pulled him into a kiss.

“Fuck, I never thought you’d want me,” he chuckled. “Sorry, that was depressing, I just mean I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner, you know?”

Eddie beamed, a small, giddy giggle dancing on his lips. “Well it’ll happen sooner if you stop talking so much.” But his smile, and all of the little kisses he planted on Richie’s freckled shoulders told Richie that Eddie never wanted him to stop talking.

“Alright, alright, sheesh, I know I’m hot but you don’t gotta rush me.” Eddie was still giggling when Richie kissed him, and he could feel that Richie was smiling too. “Where’s your lube?”

Eddie stretched his hand out and patted the bed for a moment, searching. After what was probably only four seconds but felt like an eternity, he finally found the bottle and handed it eagerly to Richie. “Oh, right,” Richie smirked, “you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Eddie moaned as Richie swiped his fingers over Eddie’s slick hole, pressing in just a bit. His fingers went in easily, and he pumped them slowly, drawing little, breathy moans out of Eddie. Richie’s fingers were a lot longer and thicker than his own, and they felt amazing, but they weren’t what he wanted in that moment.

“Richie, fuck me,” he whined.

“Aw, no please? Again?” Richie tsked and shook his head, curling his fingers against Eddie’s prostate, making him cry out. “I told you, sweetheart, only good boys who use their manners get fucked.”

“Please,” Eddie cried. He rocked his hips and grabbed at Richie’s shoulders, at his arms, not even sure what his goal was there other than to get Richie closer, to get his attention, to show him how desperate he was. “Please fuck me, please.” He sounded pathetic begging like this, but that just made him harder. And it made Richie’s pupils even wider as he slid his fingers out of Eddie and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good boy,” he purred. Eddie moaned and arched into Richie’s touch, but he only gave Eddie one more kiss on his cheek before pulling back and covering his cock in lube. Eddie watched, entranced, as Richie’s hand moved smoothly over his cock, glistening and slick. Then Richie was gently spreading Eddie’s legs even further and pressing the head of his cock against Eddie’s hole.

“Yes,” Eddie whimpered brokenly, grasping at the sheets beneath him. “Richie, please.” Meeting his gaze, he said softly, “I need you.”

“I’ve got you,” Richie assured him in a voice that made Eddie feel like he was glowing. Richie took Eddie’s hand in his and entwined their fingers, using his other hand to guide his cock inside of Eddie, who gasped at the feeling. God, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe his first time was going to be with his favorite person. He couldn’t believe he was finally getting exactly what he wanted. Love flooded through him, warm and perfect, somehow both soothing and electrifying as he watched Richie’s face. Eddie’s mouth dropped as Richie pressed into him, deeper and deeper and still fucking deeper, until finally Richie let out a low moan and Eddie felt absolutely breathless. The stretch was intense, and he held onto Richie tightly as he caught his breath. “Are you alright?” Richie asked. His voice was strained, but the care and concern in it was clear. “You don’t have to take all of it if it’s too much.”

Eddie wanted to laugh at the remark or roll his eyes, but with how breathless and dizzied by pleasure he already was, he had to admit Richie had a point. “Just need a minute,” he gasped. Richie ran a soothing hand over Eddie’s skin, helping him even out his breathing and relax. The feeling of Richie’s cock twitching in anticipation inside of him had him letting out little moans as he adjusted, getting more and more used to the feeling until he felt comfortable enough to tell Richie he could move. Richie kissed him before he did, his lips soft against Eddie’s, a reassuring weight. Eddie breathed in sharply as Richie pulled back, grabbing at Richie’s shoulders.

Richie immediately stopped. “You okay, baby?” he asked, caressing Eddie’s face.

Eddie wanted to melt. Richie was always touching him, always jokingly flirting with him, but this unabashed concern and, well, love had previously been reserved for dire situations, like panic attacks or injuries. Eddie couldn’t help the dopey smile that bloomed on his face as he tilted his chin up and kissed Richie. “I’m okay,” he said breathlessly. “It’s just a little different from my vibrator.” They both gave a shaky laugh as Richie nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“Better, I hope?” he grinned.

“Can’t tell yet,” Eddie retorted. Another snarky comment was on the tip of his tongue when Richie pulled his hips further back, effectively sucking all the air—and attitude—from Eddie’s chest. And then Richie was pushing back in, and Eddie let out a moan he couldn’t have faked if he tried, relaxing back into the mattress as his eyes fell shut. It was the best thing he’d ever felt, pleasure and relief flooding through his body. They’d been building up this tension for years; Eddie had figured it would feel good to break it, but it really felt magical, like something had just clicked into place. Feeling Richie inside of him, rocking his hips carefully, feeling Richie twitch as he tried not to lose control had Eddie’s head reeling. Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Richie above him, on how flushed his face was. When Richie met his eye, pressing in deep, Eddie let out a small, “Fuck.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

Richie was smirking as he said it, but there was something else sparkling in his eyes. Something giddy and awed. Something that made Eddie sigh dreamily, “I love you.”

Richie’s eyes widened for a moment before he pressed his lips firmly against Eddie’s, his hands roaming over Eddie’s body like he couldn’t choose where to put them, where to touch him. “I love you so much,” he beamed, pressing a few more kisses to Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie giggled at the feeling, but then Richie’s hips moved just a little faster, pressing him in just a little deeper, and he was back to melting under Richie’s touch, clinging to him as he rocked his hips with Richie’s. “Fuck, you’re so amazing, baby, so fucking beautiful. You look so good like this, holy shit.”

Eddie smiled almost drunkenly at Richie’s ability to ramble even when blowing Eddie’s mind. “Feels so good,” he moaned, his voice breathy and just a little bit higher than normal. He wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. “Please, Richie, please.”

“Fuck, baby, wanna make you feel like this all the fucking time,” Richie groaned as he picked up the pace. Eddie whined in pleasure at the change, and that just spurred Richie to go faster, harder, until he was well and truly fucking Eddie, both of them moaning with every thrust.

“Oh my god,” Eddie cried, “ohmygodohmygodhmygod, oh fuck, Richie, please.” It felt so amazing, Richie fucking into him like this, but he needed that little bit more. His cock was throbbing desperately, achingly hard; he needed to feel Richie’s hand on him. “Richie, please,” he whimpered, “please, please touch me. I need you, I need you so bad, please, Richie.” Eddie was pouting now, grabbing aimlessly at Richie, his legs still wrapped tight around him.

“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Richie marveled, his voice sweet and condescending as he wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock. Eddie nearly screamed at the contact, his back arching off the bed. Richie laughed a little, which just made Eddie even harder. The way Richie spread his precome over his cock, twisting his wrist just so as he stroked him had that familiar tension coiling in his lower stomach. “Aw, does that feel good? You gonna come on my cock, kitten?”

“Fuck, yes!” Eddie screamed. He gripped at the sheets as Richie stroked him, his voice washing over Eddie, mixing with the pleasure of Richie’s touch, of his thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes, please let me come, please, please, please.”

“That’s a good boy,” Richie purred, and Eddie could feel himself tipping over the edge at the words, at how low and affected Richie’s voice was. He groaned out, “Come on my cock like a good boy, princess,” and pure pleasure crashed over Eddie like a wave. He arched his back and cried out as he came, his moans filling the room as he squirmed under Richie, grabbed at him, at the sheets. It was fucking ethereal. He felt somehow so in tune with his body and yet so detached, like he was floating. He was barely cognizant of what Richie was saying, but when he put the sounds together and realized Richie had just said, panting, “Fuck, baby, gonna come,” Eddie felt like a live wire again.

“In me,” he said urgently. His mind was still a little too scattered for full sentences, but he knew what he wanted. God, he felt like he needed it. Like he needed to feel that connected to Richie. “Richie, come inside me, please.”

Richie apparently didn’t need to be told twice; he let out a moaned, “Oh, fuck,” before burying his face in Eddie’s neck, his breathy moans like music in Eddie’s ear. And then, as Eddie was coming down from his own high, he felt the holiest thing in the world: Richie’s cock, twitching inside of him, then his warm come filling Eddie up. It was unreal, being this close to him. Richie clutching at him as he came. It was even better than the little fantasies Eddie occasionally allowed himself. Richie was here, in his arms, pressing kisses to his neck as he caught his breath. Eddie was stroking his hair and rubbing his back as Richie nuzzled into him. Richie’s skin pressed against his skin, his legs wrapped around Richie’s waist, then falling to his sides, but still pressed to him. Still keeping him close. There wasn’t a single thought in his head that wasn’t about Richie.

Richie pulled him from his dreamy haze with light kisses pressed up his jaw, then over his cheeks. Eddie giggled at the onslaught of affection, still reeling from how fucking hot and euphoric what they had just done together had been. But he happily accepted Richie’s kisses, his heart bursting, then racing as Richie pulled back to look in his eyes. “Holy, fuck,” Richie beamed, his face flushed and blue eyes hooded from the weight of his orgasm, even as they sparkled.

“I know,” Eddie said, returning Richie’s grin as he basked in the surreality of having Richie on top of him, his dorky yet charming smile framed by lips that were red and swollen because of Eddie. His glasses were knocked askew, and Eddie instinctively reached up to fix them. With a sense of wonder, he realized that his touch was allowed to linger this time. He ran his fingers down Richie’s cheekbones, over his jaw, cupped his cheeks. “I love you,” he said. The words spilled out over his lips like he couldn’t stand not to say them. And while it made his heart race a little to say it out loud now that the adrenaline and tension was all worked through, it felt even better this time when Richie’s face softened and he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“I love you so fucking much.” Richie’s voice rarely got that soft, that sincere; it felt like a blanket wrapping around Eddie. It felt safe, secure. It felt like a promise. And if there was anyone in the world Eddie knew he could trust, it was Richie. That feeling of everything coming together came back to Eddie as he lay there under Richie, their lips moving together, feeling light as a feather now that everything was finally out in the open.

#reddie #notsfw #reddie smut #reddie fic

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daegall · 3 years

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Twitterpated

↳ to feel in love/love-struck

pairing: Lee Donghyuck x reader

Genre: fluff... uh... overall fluff 🤧

Warnings: mentions of death and a dead body (but nobody's dead), swearing (?)

Word count: 3.7k words

A/n: AYO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SUN <3333 OUR BBY <33333 LOL I PROBABLY WONT BE HERE WHEN ITS ACTUALLY HIS BIRTHDAY SINCE ITS LITERALLY A DAY BEFOR EMY FINALS START 💀💀 SO ITS ON SCHEDULE </33

ANYWAYS YEAH HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONGHYUCK!!

alsooo this is part of the first collab made by @renhyucks (thanks bby <33) please do enjoy, and do not hesitate to tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or anything bad i wrote!! thank you!!

(guess who's expert procrastinator and wrote like 50% of this a week before his birthday AND finals </3 thats right </33 finals too </33)

You’ve been bragging about your braggable boyfriend for around a year now, and now you’re worried if you’ve bragged about him too much.

Today is the day. Donghyuck is going to meet your family. After months of postponing and delaying, he’s coming home with you for Christmas, a very big deal for your family, it’s like a big present for them.

"Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit. Hyuck I’m gonna die. I’m screwed. Tell them I love them.”

You were clearly overreacting, it can never be that bad. Your boyfriend snorts, squeezing your hand reassuringly as you two make your way up the stairs. You wish something happens within the short span of time until you get to the door.

“Babe it can’t be that bad, you’ve told them lots about me, right?” You shoot Donghyuck a quick glare, before nodding a bit reluctantly, “I think a bit too much though.” To your dismay there are no people around to stop you, nobody to stop and postpone the meeting for. Darn Christmas holidays. “Do you think they won’t like me?”

This time, it’s you who lets out a quick laugh, “No, they will love you. They’re gonna tell you all my embarrassing stories and phases in my life. Oh my god no, no no no, you can’t know. Let’s turn around, yeah?” Donghyuck ruffles your hair playfully with a shake of his head. “Really? But we’re already here! And I see your brother by the window there.”

You instantly light up when you see Sungchan’s familiar bright smile, laughing affectionately when he starts to jump up and down and yell something. Once you get in front of the door, you can finally hear what he’s been yelling, “JAEHYUN HYUNGGGG!!!!! THEY’RE HERE THEY’RE HERE!!!”

You don’t even have to knock on the door, it already swings open to reveal both your brothers with bright smiles on their faces, bright smiles that brightens up your own. “NOONA!” Sungchan rushed up to you and instantly wraps his arms around your waist, giggling into your chest as you embrace him back just as tightly.

He then turns to your boyfriend, with even lighter eyes, and to your surprise, he gives Donghyuck a hug as well, “It’s nice to finally meet you!” Donghyuck stumbles back a bit and is definitely startled, but eventually he becomes soft and wraps his arms around your brother with a small smile. “Y/n’s told me lots about you,”

Sungchan pulls away enthusiastically, jumping up and down, “Wait! Let me go get mom!” And in an instant later, he’s dashed into his house yelling out for his mother. Your eldest brother, Jaehyun, smiles brightly at the sight of Donghyuck tugging nervously at your hands, a light chuckle leaving his lips gloriously.

He walks up to you, and you spread your arms out for a hug, but all that happens is your hair you spent 20 minutes on getting ruined by him ruffling his hand through it. “Nice to see you’ve finally got it together and got a nice boyfriend, twerp.”

“G-good? I’ve always had taste, Jeffery!” You scowl and push your brother’s hand away from your hair, huffing and shaking your head to fix the messy mop of strands. Jaehyun then turns to Donghyuck, his eyes practically shining with stars when your boyfriend bows politely.

Jaehyun nudges at your shoulder, “Wow, you’ve got a good one.” He snickers when you groan and swat him away once again, before turning back to Donghyuck with the same smile as before. To your boyfriend’s shock, and definitely to yours, Jaehyun leans down to give Donghyuck a brotherly hug, almsot melting into his embrace. What is up with your brothers today?

Christmas music can be heard softly from in the house, and despite being outside you can hear Sungchan beckoning your mother to go outside to see you and Donghyuck. It warms your heart, it feels so raw, and it’s even better with Donghyuck by your side. Jaehyun quickly lets your boyfriend go, when your mother’s voice rings out nostalgically and warmly greeting you with a warm smile, “Y/n! How are you dear?”

You run into her arms with no hesitation, feeling especially excited after so many months of missing her. The feeling of home rushes over your senses at your mother’s familiar embrace, sighing when she clings harder and sways side to side. A delightful smile curls your lips upward as you mumble a small response, “I missed you so much,”

The second she pulls away she’s patting your cheek softly, chuckling, before she notices Donghyuck behind you. His nervosity is so intense that all your family members can sense it wherever you are, and you find it frankly funny. His eyes are practically shaking when your mom approaches him with slow movements. Sure, they’ve met through facetime, but that’s nothing compared to a face-to-face encounter.

A cheeky smile creeps up to your cheeks when your mother stretches out to grab ahold of Donghyuck’s hands, holding them gently. (you assume it’s because of how much they’ve been shaking) “It’s nice to meet you in person, Donghyuck-ah,”

At her soft words, you notice Donghyuck slightly melt in relief and comfort, his smile growing 2 times bigger, “Y/n’s told me so much about your family,”

Beside you, Sungchan tugs at your hand, “Let’s go inside, mom and I made cookies!”

Indeed, they made cookies. They made great cookies.

Donghyuck hums loudly in bliss the moment he bites into a freshly baked cookie, closing his eyes and leaning onto you, “You should learn to bake like Sungchannie, Y/n,”

From deep in the kitchen, you hear your little brother snort loudly, “I would teach her for free Hyung, trust me.”

A scowl is the only response from you, as you munch harshly on the (delicious, but you wouldn’t admit it) cookie and shrug Donghyuck off your shoulder. Your boyfriend cackles out at your pettiness, wrapping his arm around your waist to tug you close to him.

You can’t stop the smile from spreading through your face when he tries to nudge another cookie at your lips, the ‘say aaa’s he says right by your ears resonating through your head. With a glance at the cute expression on his face, a light laugh falls from your lips, and you open your mouth to take a bite.

“They’ve been here for 15 minutes and are already all over each other.” At Jaehyun’s comment, you give him a dirty look and finish yet another cookie you stole from the fresh batch. “Hey! You were even worse with that random girl last year! Where is she now, Jae??”

Your older brother chuckles, walking over to help Sungchan and make sure he doesn’t burn himself, “She’s spending Christmas with her family this year.” You turn away from his teasing gaze with your head high up in the air, eyes shut in fake arrogance, “It’s your turn to suffer from the lovey-dovey stuff now.” (Sungchan grimaces in the corner, pulling his mittens off harshly, “When’s it not my turn?”)

“At least mom’s happy I brought Donghyuck home.”

“I’m happy you brought a good one this year, unlike the one 5 years ago,”

“THAT WAS A HIGH SCHOOL FLING! MY TASTE WAS BAD BACK THEN!”

Donghyuck chuckles and leans on the counter, resting his head on his hand as he gazes at your family argument, “Glad you don’t think I’m bad,” When you glance at him, and the soft look he has, you look away, flustered, “Hyuck you’re like.... my first good boyfriend.” Your voice grows quieter towards the end of the sentence, and suddenly you feel so flustered for some reason. The soft Christmas music fills the silence, and you grow even more embarrassed.

You turn your head cautiously to see the reactions of each of your loved ones, surprised to see a warm look in each of their eyes, as if they’ve seen a puppy tumble and get right back up. Your mother bites her lip to contain the squeals when you make eye contact with your boyfriend, choosing to continue her cookie work and look away when you shift in sheepishness and try to act nonchalant.

Sungchan decides to break the tension, placing the last batch of cookies in a jar, “Speaking of boyfriends, Shotaro’s brother is bringing his boyfriend when they come to visit.” Donghyuck breaks away from the sudden daze of love he had, turning to Sungchan with interest, “Really? So how many people are we expecting?”

“Around 3 more people,” Your little brother replies, “More if Sicheng hyung invited his Chinese friends as well.”

“Wow Sungchan, you’re quite the popular one aren’t you?” Sungchan smiles smugly at the sudden boast, proudly nodding as he tries to shrug cooly. You appreciate Donghyuck complimenting him, it’s not everyday your boyfriend gets along with your family, and definitely not always when Jaehyun greets him with a hug.

The next day, you wake up late (as usual after a movie night), and you go downstairs only to see your older brother and boyfriend eating their breakfasts next to each other on the couch as they watch yet another Christmas movies and talk about something.

They acknowledge you, but don't bother stopping anything to talk to you. You're glad they do, you wouldn't understand anything they would say with such a hazy state of mind. Pulling out a carton of chocolate milk from a big pack (presumably Sungchan and Shotaro's), you trudge back to the living area and sit on Jaehyun's usual spot.

There's snow outside, you notice, it's pretty thick. You don't realize in your half-asleep form, but both men have stopped talking and are now staring at your sleepy form.

"Y/n, you should eat actual food, and not just drink chocolate milk."

The statement is unexpected, and all you to is stop sipping and look at Jaehyun with questioning eyes.

"He's right, go eat some cereal, boo."

Your face scrunches up at the sudden pet name he would never use on you, already standing up to obey his orders, "Since when did you call me boo? Also, where's mom and Sungchan?"

"Since now, boo. And mom and Sungchan are out getting Christmas gifts."

Your heart leaps at the fact that Donghyuck called your mother 'mom' so comfortable already, you wouldn't blame him after last night when she was especially paying close attention to him and taking care of him nicely. Not to mention the fact that she added and added to his plate instead of her own children's.

You hum back as a reply, pouring some coco pops in a bowl (both the cereal and bowl are Sungchan's), before pouring in a generous amount of milk into the bowl. You smile down at the nostalgic breakfast you used to eat everyday, when was the last time you had cereal?

Instead of joining back to the living room, you decide to eat on the counter, which is right by the window, and admire the twinkling snow covering the ground. You live in the city with Donghyuck, which doesn't have that much snow, but here outside the city, the snow is so beautiful and evident, you just want to sleep in it like it was a warm bed -except it wasn't warm at all.

Still a little bit asleep, you don't notice Jaehyun in the kitchen with you until he speaks up and startles you once again, "You wanna go outside and make snow angels like we used to?"

Your shock bubbles into excitement at the suggestion, quickly nodding with a big smile on your face.

"Then eat up quickly, I'll meet you outside."

He leaves you alone in the kitchen, yelling a 'we're gonna go play in the snow, you wanna come man?' to Donghyuck, to which he gets a 'fuck yeah!' in return.

And like that your bowl of cereal is in the sink, long abandoned by you, the you who is currently throwing on your padded jacket and slipping on some boots hurriedly. You can already hear the yells of it being so cold from your boyfriend, and the loud boyish laugh from your beloved brother on the other side of the door.

You can feel the excitement coursing through your veins, it feels good, you haven't felt like this in so long. You finally open the door, and step outside onto the cold snow. Just as a blissful smile reaches your lips, there's a struck of ice cold trickling down your neck and back.

You turn to find the culprit is no other than Lee Donghyuck himself, laughing along with Jaehyun at your shocked expression.

You don't even waste a second, you're instantly picking up a handful of snow and patting it in your hands securely and creating an imperfect, but firm snowball. With no hesitation, you launch it into the air with all your force, and to your utter delight it his Donghyuck straight at his chest.

"HAH! TAKE THAT!"

Your celebratory dance is short-lasted, as you know if you stayed in spot for too long you would be attacked as well. With playful laughs and taunts, you rush past the 2 men and behind the tree for (poor) protection.

You need to make snowballs, you need to make them quick. Gathering as much snow as you can in your hands, you squeeze hard only for a few seconds, before gently dropping the snowball and repeating this process for as much snowballs as you can muster. You can hear the faint discussion of your temporary rivals, the more shuffling in the snow gives you that feeling of thrill.

There's a spilt second of silence, no shuffling in the snow anymore, no whispers of which side which will take. The second, is of course, like every other second, short, before you hear yells and feel the coldness of the snow hit your skin like gunshots.

Dropping all your snowballs, you act like it was a gunshot, falling dramatically to the ground as you clutch your hands to your stomach, "I've been shot! I've been wounded! Jae, Hyuck, tell Sungchan and mom my will is all to them."

"What about us?"

You pant dramatically and point at them accusingly, "You fuckers get nothing." Your head rolls back to the snow, your hand falling over your stomach as you hold your breath.

A fake sniffle falls from Jaehyun's lips, and he kneels down next to your 'dead' form, "WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!" He takes your hand in his, "WHAT HAVE WE DOOONNNEEE!!",Your boyfriend slowly falls next to your as well, this time cradling your face in his hands, "We're monsters.... WE'RE MONSTERSSS!"

He flops right on top of you, burying your body deep in the snow, "WE'RE SORRY Y/N, WE'VE LET YOU DOWN! WE'VE FAILED YOUUU!" A smile cracks through your numb, icy face, and you let out a hearty chuckle at the small skit you've started.

"Okay, get off me I'm cold!"

"No! You said you wouldn't give us any of your will!"

"Wait no! I'm starting to feel numb! I'm sorry I swear you'll get a little bit!"

Donghyuck shuffles a bit, before he carries himself off your body. The tingling ice cold sensation of snow doesn't fade away, instead it becomes even sharper when Jaehyun splats a pile of snow on top of your head. He giggles cheekily and runs back into the house when you send him a glare, leaving you and Donghyuck alone in the snow.

To your delight he has the decency to at least help you up from your seat on the ground, thoughtfully brushing away the snow on your shoulders, "I like your brother, he's very playful."

You give him a quick look, "Reminds you of someone?"

Donghyuck bumps your shoulder as he laughs, rushing past you towards the house, "Race you there!"

Yes, reminds you exactly of Donghyuck.

It wasn't long until Sungchan's Japanese friend and his brother came. Just 3 days after you and Donghyuck arrived. And just like your little brother mentioned, his Japanese friend's brother brought his boyfriend. His boyfriend's friends decided to turn down the offer, instead wanting to spend Christmas with their own families.

You clicked with them instantly, and it's no doubt your boyfriend did either.

"Taro! You have to see the new soccer shoes I got for my birthday!"

The said boy gapes, practical stars shining in his eyes, "Soccer shoes? Dude, you have to show me some moves in them!"

The two lads scatter off upstairs to Sungchan's room, where you could hear stomping and loud thuds. You remember the first time you caught Sungchan practicing soccer, it was when you had enough with the loud noises and went to complain, only to find your brother covered in sweat with a ball in his arms.

Ever since that day you would help him, whether it was saving up with Jaehyun to get him his first ever pair or driving him to soccer fields and accompany him as he played, you've grown used to all of it (and grown to love it as well).

Jaehyun comes in the room with the collection of Christmas movies he had stocked somewhere deep in his room, you wouldn't dare going in there. Last time he had even cleaned it up or even actually lived there, he was in his angsty teenage days. There was no way you would go in there.

"Okay, what do you guys want to watch?" He stops right in front of the TV with 5 DVD's in his hands, observing each one with contemplation. "We've got A Christmas Carol, Home Alone, Polar Express, Love under the-"

"Oh God, not Love under the Christmas table!"

You snicker at Sicheng's upset tone as he slumps in his seat, rolling his eyes, "Ten's forced me to watch it soooo many times. And it's so cheesy too!"

"Jae has it just because of his girlfriend~" Jaehyun groans at your words, pointing a finger at your face in betrayal, "You promised not to tell anyone!"

This is what you like about Christmas, getting back together with family and friends, it's affectionate moments like these that you miss. You miss teasing your brothers. But the fact if it happening so rarely and only 3-4 times a year makes it extra special when you do.

"Shotaro! Sungchan! We're gonna watch some movies, what do you guys want to watch?"

At the mention of a movie marathon, both young boys look at each other briefly, before somehow telepathically agreeing on racing to the couch. They land next to you with belly-flops and giggles, hitting at one another as they shift comfortably in their seats.

"How about A Charlie Brown Christmas?" Jaehyun suggests with a friendly smile, looking up to the two boys for their confirmation. You thought they would agree, even you would, but apparently they had different plans.

Shotaro deadpans at the childish option, "Are you serious? What's a Christmas movie night without starting with Polar Express? I swear you adults have no taste." There's a nod from Sungchan, as he nudges for his best friend as some kind of hyping up action. They stop and laugh mischievously for a moment, elbowing and knee bumping, you don't understand at all. You miss having friends as a child.

You try to stifle your laugh at the look on Jaehyun's face, but you seem to fail so, a small snicker coming from you as he selects Polar Express with dark eyes. Your brother walks to his empty armchair, plopping down with a deep sigh.

Maybe Sungchan and Shotaro are right, Christmas marathons must start with Polar Express, It's just how it is. Or maybe A Christmas Carol, but that scared Sungchan so it's no longer and option.

At this point, you don't realize your mother and boyfriend walking in the living room from the kitchen, where your boyfriend insisted on helping with the dishes, the movie already captivating your attention as you stare at the familiar scene you've watched just so many times already. Donghyuck flops to the far left, next to Yuta, and instantly melts into the warm atmosphere, his attention adverting to the TV screen as well.

It's just halfway through the long movie when both young boys completely pass out, of course they weren't going to last that long. Shotaro is leaning on your shoulder, mouth open with small, quiet sneers pouring out his lips peacefully. Your younger brother is leaning forward next to his friend, occasionally nodding awake but falling asleep only seconds later.

You want to reach out past Shotaro and bring his head to your lap or something, but that would just wake the young boy on your shoulder. Instead, you just keep an eye out for him, and make sure to always check up on him.

Just to your luck, Donghyuck notices as well all the way from the other couch, and decides to take action when Sungchan almost face-plants to the floor. He swiftly stands up to pick your brother up to replace himself in the spot, and drape Sungchan's body over his as he secures him in a warm embrace.

At first, you're shocked and taken aback, Donghyuck was always unexpected but you never would have thought he'd cuddle your brother. It's a warming sight to see, 2 important people in your life being so comfortable and affectionate despite knowing each other only for a short span of time.

Donghyuck rubs Sungchan's back with care when he shifts in his embrace, eventually pressing his plush cheek flush against his shoulder, lips puckering out adorably.

A sudden wave of gratitude splashes over you like the waves washing up on the shore, towards nobody in particular. You're just very grateful for the fact that you have such a nice family, a warming family that will always welcome you with open arms whenever, grateful to Jaemin who introduced you to Donghyuck, grateful for having a chance to be in such an atmosphere.

This Christmas is very special to you, your boyfriend and your family meeting, you honestly thought they wouldn't like him that much, but now you're pretty sure they love him more than you do.

#nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 #lee donghyuck #lee donghyuck fluff #lee haechan #collabs!#nct 127 x reader #fullsun #lee donghyuck imagines #lee donghyuck scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader

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reyeslonestar · 3 years

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Question what are some things you wanna see in season 3 of lone star? Character development, plots, anything

I want to see Tonya Kong write every episode. that's all. thanks for asking!

sadfkja I joke, I do have other ideas, but that is definitely high on my wish list! i'm gonna go through by character and talk about what I'd like to see for them, so this is gonna get quite long whoops...

the main thing that I'd like to see overall, though, would be evidence of an overarching season plan or arc - it doesnt necessarily have to be a plot that stretches through all the episodes or anything major, but I'd love them to have plotted out the season before they start. from watching this season and then reading interviews after the finale, they dont appear to plan many things from the start and end up throwing in ideas as they go along. if they plan it from the start they can foresee how theyre going to affect character development more, and they can have a bit more balance in the types of episodes they have, so that the season is less insane and more naturally ebb-and-flow with a few light episodes to break up the drama.

okay, onto the characters! just going to do this in billing order for simplicity's sake. customary reminder that these are just my own opinions and thoughts, and this is more of a wish list than a realistic expectation.

if you want to search for a specific character, ctrl F for one of these terms including the dash at the start:

-Owen

-Tommy

-TK

-Grace

-Judd

-Marjan

-Paul

-Carlos

-Mateo

-Nancy

press “j” to skip the whole post.

-Owen

okay so I'd love to see them actually develop his character. Owen has been given a lot of backstory with lots to play with development-wise, but to me it feels like the show never goes anywhere with it. he's got a lot going on what with 9/11, feeling responsible for the fates of his fellow firefighters, the codependence of his relationships etc. I'd like to see him go to therapy and see him grow some self awareness and seek to manage himself better, rather than all his screentime devoted to him being a hero when other characters have the situation handled. it would really show him as a good leader if he drew on the skills that his team has and refer to them for advice/ideas. realistically he is the main character, so I'd like them to develop him like one.

also, I kind of love the chief role for him? I think it would suit him really well. but it would drag him away from the 126 and split up the dynamics too much so it would make for bad tv and I wouldnt actually want to see that. good for his character though.

-Tommy

I love Tommy :) just wanted to say that.

so obviously Tommy's got a lot of grief to handle next season, and I don't want them to shy away from that. I want it acknowledged and processed. (I'd also like a little bit of seeing the twins' grief too, because they're also suffering a massive loss). maybe something with Judd helping Tommy learn to manage her grief with his own experience of losing the original 126, encourage her to go to therapy, plus Tommy, Grace and Judd all feeling the loss of Charles together. after all, Grace and Judd were his friends and they will be grieving too.

I'd also kind of like to see Tommy have something outside being a working mother. obviously we're going to need to deal with that a lot especially now that Charles is gone, but I feel like she's been assigned the Character TraitTM of being the working mum and I'd like to see them give her a hobby or something. idk. and give her a night off with Grace or something. give her something just for her.

-TK

okay so I think theres a fair likelihood that theyre going to return to looking at TK's addiction next season which im not averse to. I think him struggling with his sobriety would be worthwhile to see for his character and to show that its not a straightforward path, plus it makes sense with all the insane stuff they've thrown at them in s2. however, Id like to see it in the context of his friends and family rallying around to help and support him and show him that he's got people to rely on, and that he's allowed to rely on them, plus the support of his AA meetings and therapy. I also need them to lay the groundwork for him struggling, so putting in signs of him deteriorating so the situation makes sense. this storyline doesn't need surprises to be interesting or good, and frankly it shouldn't have any.

as for him and Carlos, I definitely want to see them househunting! I'd like to see the combination of househunting/Carlos with Tommy's kids/Grace and Judd having their baby have an impact on their perspectives regarding their future and spark that conversation (like, looking at houses with more rooms and thinking about kids, future, marriage etc). I think that maybe one of them, probably TK, or maybe both of them those boys have way too many parent issues having anxieties about being a dad could be an interesting way to add tension without being too drastic, and then that can be resolved in a way that reassures them of their relationship and reaffirms their strength as a couple. the talk about the future would also lay the groundwork towards a proposal at the end of s3.

-Grace

grace :) my love :)

I could watch episode after episode of Grace kicking ass and saving people over the phone. I'd love to see an episode set there? like, some kind of story within the call centre with all the handlers having to resolve that between them, but also tie in the first responders, so we see the fire team, the paramedics and Carlos all working but we only see the bits that Grace and the other call handlers hear, if that makes sense? also an actual Grace/Carlos team up where they are coming in from the different angles with different amounts of evidence and figuring out the best way to solve something together. plus I'd like to see her maybe get some recognition for being awesome at her job, maybe another handler coming to her for advice on how to solve something.

of course we've got the baby Ryder on the way, and I want that to go comfortably and smoothly for her. she deserves that. lots of wholesome excitement for her and Judd from the whole extended firefam, baby shower, gifts, the full works. pamper grace please.

-Judd

judd4captain2k22. please.

yeah I know its not gonna happen, but I loved judd stepping in as captain this season and I'd love to see that continued with him taking more leadership, and Owen deferring to him for advice/council in a work environment rather than personal life. maybe set up a long term idea about judd being a captain someday.

he's gonna be a dad :') so what are his anxieties about that? why were they putting it off before? was it related to his PTSD? he's got lots of people relying on him now, how does that make him feel? what if his kid loses him? id like to see him still using therapy as a tool to help himself deal with everything. lots of meaty questions to dig into there :D

-Marjan

I'd quite like to see more of her balancing her daredevil nature with the impact of that and realising how much danger she puts herself in sometimes. or on the flip side, maybe the team is dealing with a really dangerous situation and they utilise her fearlessness to save people. her relationship with social media could also come back? but bring in the development they gave her this season, and her Firefox presence is more serious, less flippant?

I think that theres now a space for her to explore her sexuality/romantic experience now that she hasn't got her engagement with Salim as a kind of failsafe. maybe she wants to put herself out there and date, but thats really daunting as shes never really had to do that before? personally I think this could tie in really well with a self discovery/exploration regarding her sexual orientation, but I doubt they’d go there with her, so thats just my headcanon.

-Paul

I want them to draw on Paul’s observational skills and perceptiveness more, especially on calls and in emergencies. I remember someone (sorry I cant remember who) pointed out that he would have been a great character to centre the arsonist plot around in terms of noticing the clues etc, so id love a storyline that revolves around him dealing with an emergency like that. I also really want a Carlos and Paul friendship so maybe them collaborating on a call to solve something, that’d be cool.

can we give Paul a girlfriend please. if im not complely insane, there was a reference to someone in like,, 2x04?? someone who put mayo in his sandwich? idk I havent checked (edit: it was aioli in his banh mi! thank you @meneatyoghurt), but if there is someone can we show him having a fun and loving relationship please. I dont need there to be any drama. just them having fun on a date or something.

-Carlos

so I know that some people are keen to see him in his police role more but I really don't need much of that. on calls with the 126 I'd like to see him be the officer in charge more, but I don't need police-exclusive storylines. I've talked about it here if you want to know why.

the only area that I'd like to see would be in the direction of reform/addressing the flaws of the system, and I think they can do that on a personal level for him, because he and Mitchell need a chat. if they'd gone with her decision in 2x08, he, Mitchell and the bank robber would all be dead, and I think thats gotta have some impact. also the fact that he was suspended for trying to preserve life. theres a lot they could work with there and maybe have him thinking about how he can do good and how he can effectively protect and serve. not to mention, the opportunity that would provide in terms of addressing his relationship with his dad and how he maybe sought approval by pursuing a police career?

also I’d like him to learn that he doesnt need to accept blame/preemptively put blame on himself and that he doesnt need to apologise when someone else hurt him. kind of want to send him to therapy. kind of want to send all the characters to therapy. but yeah, him learning that he can accept apologies and understand that he doesnt have to make people feel better for hurting him. hes allowed to be hurt and feel pained about it. and that can tie into his relationships with Mitchell, with TK and with his parents.

I think I mentioned most of the tarlos stuff in TK’s section, but I wouldn't mind at least one instance for them where we see it all from his perspective instead of TK’s.

finally ive mentioned above how i’d like a team up with Paul on a scene and both of them figuring it out together. I'd also like them having a friendship outside work, just the two of them, bonding over books and being relatively sane people compared to the rest of their friends.

-Mateo

Mateo is so sweet. I loved 2x14 and the recognition he got, more of that please! also theres still so much I want to know - one of the more consistent things they set up for him in s2 was his faith, so I want to know more about that. what's his relationship with religion and God? he's pretty isolated from his family so how does he feel about that? is his religion something that helps him feel connected to them? maybe the church helped him find a community when he first came to the states, before he got settled with the 126, and he finds reassurance in faith that God is looking after his family while he cant be there? I think maybe there's scope for a conversation between Marjan and Mateo about that, about that distance and caring for their families through faith and prayer.

also, if he's still with the horrible firehouse, I'd like to see the other firefighters being won round by his resilience and stepping up to look out for him, and someone backing him up against the captain. Mateo is used as the butt of the joke most of the time, but I'd also like to see a bit more acknowledgement of things like losing his house and the bullying hes going to get more of from this firehouse.

-Nancy

I think that her speech to Tommy in 2x14 was really telling, and I'd love to see them expand on that a bit more. first on the loss and fear of losing her friends and coworkers, but then also on her hopes and aspirations - she said she wants to be a paramedic captain so lets see her working to take her exams and qualifications, and showing initiative on scenes etc.

id like to see more of her being integrated into the 126 group. she and marjan turned up to the hangout together, so lets develop that relationship more. I would love it to be romantic but I'd also love to see that as a friendship. but also her forming bonds with others in the group as well as more of her and TK being a chaos duo. I love that they stole the ambulance, more of that insanity please!

I think thats it? if youre still reading, youre insane and I appreciate you a lot! honestly im open to all sorts of things in s3, this isnt a prediction or anything, its just stuff I think would be interesting based on where the characters are now.

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Prompt Training Tuesday by @authorpetalstosarah !!!!

“Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats” Fremione (a bit longer than a Drabble but whatevs)

Hermione yawned widely as she walked to the floo network connected to her office.

It had been a long day full of reviewing legal documents regarding rights for house elves and other magical beings.

She had had lunch with Harry and Ron, Ginny would have been there if she wasn’t currently playing in Brazil with the Holyheads, and was now planning to stop by Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

In the midst of her advocating for the rights of magical beings, she had also been sent a memo regarding the approval of an over-the-counter pain potion from WWW’s. Normally, she wouldn’t have handled something so trivial, but some of the people in her office were skeptical of it, wondering if it induced pain or pranking instead of relieving the pain.

As such, she took the task of visiting the mischievous twin brothers to approve their latest product idea.

She grabbed some floo powder and clearly stated, “Weasley Wizard Wheezes” before spinning into the main fireplace in the shop.

“The ministry’s little darling? Come to visit us? Why, to what do we owe the pleasure Hermione?” George winked at her as he brought a stack of boxes to the front.

“We all know Harry is the ministry’s little darling. And I got a curious little memo today about a pain potion that I volunteered to check out.”

George’s smile widened, “Perfect! We—“

“George, where are the prototypes for the Bygmy Buffs—oh, hullo Hermione. What can the two best looking Weasleys do for ya?”

Fred asked as he slid down the banister into the main room.

“Bygmy Buffs? Like bigger Pygmy Puffs?”

Fred sighed dramatically, “The cats out of the bag now, Georgie. Looks like she’ll have to take the unbreakable vow to make sure she won’t reveal the product too soon.”

“Hardly think that will be necessary, otherwise we can just put a few love potions in her drink. Make her fall in love with Ron again.” George winked while Hermione groaned.

“Can you please let that go. It was years ago, and he has Lavender now. And anyways, any love potions in my drink and I’ll be sure to veto your request for the pain potions.”

Fred grinned while he clapped his hands together once, “The request went through! Brilliant! Do you need a few to test out now?” Fred walked over to a blank wall where he tapped a few random bricks with his wand. The wall transformed into a storage room, where he grabbed a box full of vials with a light blue potion inside.

“Well what is it first? I assume you wouldn’t make a potion to induce pain, but the Department for Magical Inventions didn’t seem too sure...”

Fred shook his head in mock disappointment, “They never trust us Forge.”

“It’s almost like they expect us to create pranks, Gred.”

Fred then turned back to Hermione, who was quirking an eyebrow at them, “Well go on then, what is it?”

Fred, who was starting to feel some pain in his leg that was crushed during the Battle of Hogwarts (hence why he slid down the banister) reached out to a vial and gulped it down.

He made an “ahhh” sound and turned to Hermione.

“It’s a low grade pain potion, but taste much better than the rubbish Madam Pomfrey used to give. And, can help with phantom pain too, as George has figured out.”

George fingered the hair surrounding the hole in his head where his ear used to be and smiled at Hermione.

“Laughs help people get through dark times, but we figured pain killers help a little bit too.”

Fred tossed one to Hermione. “Go on, try some. I know you’ve got a headache after a day at the ministry.”

He was not wrong, but Hermione sniffed the potion before downing it, just in case. It smelled like fresh blueberry scones.

She downed it, and immediately felt the pressure subside and her tension headache fade away. As well as the constant dull ache where the word “Mudblood” was carved.

She subconsciously fingered the scar, testing to see if the potion would hold, and when it did she looked back up at two of the most brilliant creators she’s ever known.

“That’s-thats brilliant! I can’t even—it smelled like blueberry scones—“ She moved to hug them both, though admittedly hugging Fred a beat longer for reasons she refused to acknowledge at the moment. “That’s extraordinary magic! I’ll put in an order for emergency approval if I have too! Thank you!”

She thought about grabbing two for Ron and Lavender to give them sooner rather than later, knowing that they both still had pains from the trauma the war had caused them.

“Well thank you Granger, that means a lot coming from you.” Fred said with a smile.

George eyeballed them and then busied himself with putting the boxes back into the storage room, a small smirk on his face.

“Well, the product deserves it. I mean, this can help so many people. Ron, Lavender, not to mention everybody affected by the war.”

Fred smiled lightly as he took a step closer, “Why we made it, eh?”

Hermione and Fred stared at each other for another second until Fred cleared his throat, “Well, I guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats.” He lifted up his purple and orange cane for the joke to land, but Hermione only furrowed her eyebrows.

“Cats? When did you get cats?”

Fred looked a little bit sheepish, “Er, my dad read about a muggle thing called emotional support pets and well, I figured the cats would help with er—the nightmares. Crookshanks always seemed to like me, even if he didn’t like Scabbers but—“ He cut off with a shrug.

“Granger, you ought to go meet our cats.” George cut in with a wink to Fred, “I’ll be at Angelina’s so Fred will need a fellow human to keep him company.”

Hermione tried to hide her smirk, “Well, if Fred here is okay with it, I’d love too.”

Fred gave up glaring at George and returned to Hermione with a smile, “I’d love that. You can help me figure out how to train them to use the toilet! Dad said he saw a video of some muggles doing that, seemed pretty cool.”

And with that, they both made their way to Fred and George’s flat, their aches fading and their laughter increasing.

#fremione #Harry Potter #fanfiction #gryffindor #weasley wizard wheezes #weasleys #fred and george #gred and forge #hermione

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writings-of-a-daphodil · 4 years

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Fire Keeper: Chapter 5

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures. Chapter 5 Summary: After all your recent missions you need a break, but will you get it when Mr. Strickler comes over for dinner.

“Last class of the night,” Jim said as you arrived outside Mr. Strickler’s classroom. You scowled.

“I can’t believe he’s a changeling. He was such a great teacher.”

“Agreed.” The two of you went and sat in the back of the class with Toby and his Nana.

“He wouldn’t do anything would he?” Toby whispered to you.

“No way,” Jim whispered back. “Not with all these people.”

“I see the two best friends are talking. It’s just like normal class,” Strickler joked and you refrained yourself from rolling your eyes. The rest of the room laughed.

You yawned and glanced out the window only to see Bular pacing in the grass outside. “Um, we kinda have a situation,” you whispered without moving your mouth.

“What kind of situation?” Toby whispered back.

“Bular is outside.”

“I’ll handle it, just cover me.” Jim whispered something to Toby while you looked around the room for anything that could be used as a distraction.

With a plan in mind you whispered a spell you had learned earlier that week, “Interminus nocti sluumberso.”

Suddenly Strickler fainted to the ground and as the parents and students were distracted you nodded to Jim and Toby who were able to slip out.

You smiled, satisfied with your proficiency in magic. You let him sleep for a little while longer, only waking him up when Claire’s dad suggested calling an ambulance.

As he got off the floor he seemed shocked and one of the parents suggested he see a doctor. You left soon after to help Toby’s Nana home.

When you got to your own house Toby and Jim were waiting for you.

“How did it go?” You asked, hanging up your purse.

“We managed to lure him away,” Toby said proudly and you patted him and Jim on the back.

“Would you count that as the third mission today?” Jim asked Toby and you sighed.

“Yeah.” He thought for a second. “We could all use a break. Maybe we could go to the movies?”

“That sounds like fun, Tobes.” Jim yawned and you mimicked him.

“You two have fun. I’ll buy myself a normal, human book instead.”

~~~~

“Hi Archie,” you called to the cat that was lounging on a table. You began to browse through the books, this time looking for something just fun to read. You needed to relax, especially after all the missions you had recently gone on, and reading a good, normal book would do it.

You walked over to pet Archie and stroked him as you browsed. It was warm inside the bookstore which was a nice break from the chilly air outside, but you didn’t need a jacket so you took it off. You draped it on the table.

“Hello, Y/n.” Douxie said from behind you and you jumped a little. “Sorry I startled you.”

“It’s fine.” You smiled, though he had just scared you a second ago his presence had already calmed you. “I found another book.”

“Great, let me check that out for you.” He led you to the cash register and the two of you chatted while he rang the book up.

He handed the book to you and you were about to leave when he called out to you, “Um, would you maybe, uh, want to get a coffee sometime. I’d, um, like to get to know you better.”

“Sure,” you replied. You waved goodbye to him and then left.

You felt a little embarrassed, flustered, and confused. You were beginning to like Douxie and he seemed really nice. However, there was something about him that you couldn’t put your finger on, it wasn’t bad, there was just something.

You got into your car and you were about to turn it on when Jim called. “Hel-”

“Y/n Mr. Strickler is coming over for dinner tonight!” Jim exclaimed, not even letting you finish your sentence.

“What, no...” you didn’t know how to respond.

“Mom invited him when he went to the doctors office," Jim explained and you winced, realizing it was you who inadvertently sent Strickler there.

"Oops," you mumbled.

"It's fine," Jim said, "Toby, Aaarrrgghh, Blinky, and NotEnrique are going to brake into his office while we distract him.”

“Okay-” you sighed “-I’ll be home soon.”

~~~~

“I do not approve of this plan. It lacks a certain ‘killing the changling’ component,” Draal said and you almost agreed. You felt betrayed by the fact that Strickler was out for your brother’s blood.

“I would love to, but not until they locate the bridge, okay? And find out what he wants with me.” Jim sighed, taking out his frustration on the batter he was whisking.

“We could rip off his limbs, make him talk, more like scream,” Draal growled. “Now that sounds like a good plan.”

“No, no ripping anything. My mom...ugh! She kinda likes him.” Jim winced and you heard the front door open. “She’s here, I can't have you busting chops unless it’s a last resort, and only if it’s a last resort.”

“How will I know this “last resort?” Draal asked.

“Okay, If everything’s cool I’ll stomp once. If I run into any trouble I’ll stomp twice. Got it?”

“Two times. Then I tear his limbs.” Jim shook his head and the two of you began to walk upstairs.

“Just stay down here. And no Limb tearing,” you said peeking back down the stairs.

You walked into the hallway and heard your mom talking to Mr. Strickler while Jim glared. “We don’t judge here, all kinds are welcome,” your mom said then walked away to put a bottle of wine in the kitchen.

“Mr. and Ms. Lake,” Strickler said, acknowledging you.

“Mr. Strickler,” you said with false politeness.

“Please, my friends call me Walt,” he said calmly.

“What do your enemies call you?” Jim asked, chuckling. Mr. Strickler walked into the dining room, ignoring him, and your mom joined him. You wrinkled your nose at Mr. Strickler and your mom laughing and you instead went to help Jim in the kitchen.

“The teacher is in the hen house, mission is a go,” Jim was saying to Toby.

“Copy that Trollhunter. I’m waiting at the rendezvous point.” He paused. “I said ‘I’m waiting at the rendezvous point.’ NotEnrique!”

He hung up and you looked at Jim, “Let’s get this over with and try not to die.”

“He won't be able to take the two of us,” Jim reassured and you nodded.

“We’ve got this.”

~~~~

“Yes absolutely. So I said to my co-worker, ‘I brought you a midnight snack.’ Too bad for him he had indigestion for days. Well that’s the problem with eating Italian,” Strickler said, finally finishing his story. You and Jim laughed polightly.

Your mom’s phone began to ring and she stood up. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s the hospital. I have to take this.”

“Go, go. I’ll try not to bore Jim and Y/n to death,” Mr. Strickler laughed and your face fell into a scowl.

“That’s a funny story you were just talking about,” Jim said.

“Yeah who was it again you were forced to work with?” You asked, trying to bait him.

“The Superintendent's son. He’s a bit bullish,” Strickler said with a meaningful look.

“Bullish, huh, That’s an interesting word. He sounds like a real monster,” Jim said glaring with a smile.

“Yes I know,” Mr. Strickler said, returning the glare.

“You know what?” You inquired, nonchalantly leaning back in your chair.

“I know you know,” Mr. Strickler said.

“How much do you know?” Jim asked, scooting back. He tensed up and you could tell he was getting ready for a fight.

“You didn't know I knew, but now you know, I know.” Mr. Strickler took a bite of food, not breaking eye contact.

“So I guess we all know,” you said, pursing your lips as Jim awkwardly reached for food while trying to keep eye contact.

“Bular called you ‘Young Atlas’ to force this very moment. He told me, ‘if I can't get you to hand over the amulet, I should kill you,” Strickler explained.

“You would kill him in front of our mom?” You asked, scoffing.

“Granted your death might affect our relationship and I don’t know what I would do with you, witch, but I will if I have to,” he snarled.

“Thats funny. I was just thinking the same thing,” Jim snarled in return.

“Oh hoho, and you did not just call me a witch!” You growled standing up.

“I did and I could call you something worse for causing my impromptu nap at back to school night. So, how about you tell me where the bridge is, and I’ll leave your heads attached to your bodies?” Strickler threatened.

“It seems we each have something the other wants,” Jim said and your mom came out of the kitchen and asked if anyone needed anything. The three of you each asked for a knife, for the steak of course.

The four of you continued to eat your dinner and the air was thick with tension.

“I’m stuffed. I can hardly move,” Jim exclaimed, pushing away his plate when he was done, but he kept his knife.

“Jim, your cooking alone should warrant you an A,” Strickler commented and your mom excused herself to go get the pie.

The three of you stood up ready to fight. “Give me the amulet,” Strickler barked.

You opened your mouth to say a spell, but the doorbell dinged, interrupting you.

“Why don’t you get it, witch?” Strickler asked and you glared.

“I will, but only because I know Jim can handle you on his own.” You stormed off to the door, hoping to get it over with.

You opened it an inch and slipped outside into the chilly air, slamming it behind you. Once again you didn't check to see who was at the door and how close they were standing so you practically threw yourself into Douxie’s arms.

He steadied you before speaking, “Do you hug anyone who appears on your porch or just the handsome ones?”

“Haha,” you said. “What are you doing here?”

“You left your jacket at the bookstore.” He held it out to you and you smiled, putting it on. It was very nice of him to come and bring it to you. Especially when you would have seen him tomorrow.

“Thank you, but how’d you know where I live?”

“I had to ask around, it took me awhile,” he said, smiling sheepishly and you nodded.

“Well, it was very kind of you. Um, I guess I’ll see you for coffee then?”

“See you then.”

You opened your mouth to say one last thing, but a crash sounded from behind the door.

“What was that?” Douxie asked, reaching for the door knob.

You stepped in front of him. “Oh, it’s probably just Jim he can be so clumsy. He gets it from me. I can be super clumsy too-” Another thud sounded, cutting off your rambling.

“Mordrax's Miracles, what is going on in there?” Douxie leaned to look through your front window before you could block him.

You turned around to thankfully see Jim and Strickler looking normal and sitting down while your mom said something. You sighed in relief, though Douxie’s odd choice of words left you confused.

“Oh, you’re having dinner.” Douxie seemed satisfied by what he had seen. He turned back to face you.

“Yep, my brother is a fantastic chef. Anyways, thanks for bringing my jacket.”

“Any time.” He turned to walk away, but you heard a loud clattering inside and through instinct opened the door to see the commotion. Douxie stood behind you and your attention turned to Jim who was ‘hugging’ Strickler from behind. They were both kneeling on the ground and you wondered how you would explain that.

“Who is ready for pie? Voila!” Your mom said coming out of the kitchen and breaking the silence. She froze through when she saw Jim and Strickler.

“Um,” Jim said, looking to you for help, but you shook your head slightly.

“Where is that contact lens? Ah here it is,” Strickler said, creating a cover story.

“I didn’t know you wear contacts,” your mom said.

“There’s a lot you don't know about me,” Strickler replied and you rolled your eyes. Jim stood up from searching and you realized the ‘contact lens’ was in fact his amulet. He nodded to you and you gave a small smile.

Your mom stared into Strickler’s eyes for a second longer and you cleared your throat. “Oh, who’s this?” Your mom asked and you realized Douxie was still standing in the doorway behind you.

“Douxie Casperan, Ma’am. I work with Y/n at the cafe.”

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, why don’t you join us for dessert,” your mom offered.

“Oh I don’t want to intrude.”

“No, it’s fine. The more the merrier.” She walked into the dining room and the rest of you followed.

“Be careful with the pie, Jim did not get his chef skills from Mom,” you whispered to Douxie as he sat down next to you.

“Will do,” he whispered back and you smiled. You did your best to eat the pie, but it was as bad as you expected. The rest of the night was spent chatting and Douxie seemed to get along with Strickler as well as you and Jim did, which only endeared Douxie to you more.

Soon though dinner was finally over. You walked Douxie to the door as Jim prepared the leftovers of the pie to give to Strickler.

“So...” you started, not knowing what else to say.

“You have a lovely family. Your father seems interesting.”

“Oh, he is not my father, he and my mom are...friends. I don’t like him much, he’s kinda two-faced,” you said quickly, wrinkling your nose.

“Sorry,” Douxie said, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s fine,” you said. “Maybe one of these days you can join us for my brother’s cooking, I promise it is much better.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” He said then began walking down the street. He looked back and waved goodbye and you waved back, smiling as you leaned on the doorway.

Strickler came up to you after. “He seems nice.”

“Compared to you everyone is nice,” you snarled before your mom got into earshot. You stepped past him to stand next to your mom and Jim, who was holding a blue Tupperware.

“I insist. take it home,” Jim said shoving the Tupperware at Strickler.

“Oh. The recipe would have sufficed,” Strickler said, pained.

“No we insist,” you replied, stepping back so he couldn't hand the Tupperware over to you.

He smiled, resigned. “Good night, Barbara.” He kissed her hand.

Then he turned back to you. “Goodbye Y/n. See you at school, Young Atlas. It should be interesting, now that we’ve gotten to know each other so well.”

“It will be a shame when I don't have you for a teacher anymore,” Jim said, the hidden threat obvious to everyone but your mom.

You closed the door and turned around. “That went well, right?” Your mom asked.

“I don’t know he seemed kinda two-faced to me,” you said, shrugging.

“Two faced?” Your mom asked. You nodded, but your face turned to shock when Draal appeared behind your mom holding an unconscious Claire. He gestured to Claire and shrugged.

“It sounded like you three got along so well...” she turned her head to look but Jim spoke up.

“Honestly he’s not the guy he says he is.” You tried your best to signal Draal to go back downstairs without being too obvious.

“Honey, I know this might be hard for you...” she started focusing on you and Jim again.

Jim interrupted her, “Mom I don’t want you to see him again.” You flinched and nudged Jim. You didn’t like Strickler either, but telling your mom that would only anger her.

“Yeah? I really expected more from you.” She said and walked into the kitchen, thankfully not noticing Draal who had gone back into the basement.

You turned to Jim and whispered, “I’ll talk to Mom and you go take care of Claire. I hate Strickler just as much as you do, but you hurt her feelings.”

“Okay. I'm sorry.”

“You did a good job tonight Jim.”

“Thanks Y/n.” He went to the basement and you went into the kitchen.

“Hey mom.” You saw her standing and holding her head.

“I don’t know what to do, Y/n.”

“Trust your heart, Mom. I know you will work things out, but it might just take time.” She hugged you then pulled away.

Smiling, she said, “So your friend.”

“What about him?” You asked slowly.

“Well, not many guys go to your house just to return a jacket.”

“Well, Douxie is incredibly chivalrous,” you responded, feeling embarrassed.

“Mhmm,” was all your mom said.

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Here ya go. I feel like the creators missed an opportunity with back to school night so I decided to include it in this chapter. Anyways, I hope you liked it and are excited for more! Have a fantastic day/night and stay safe!!

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2: I will figure it out eventually and that's a promise.

3: Watson is aboustely heart broken and near tears multiple times as well hearing Ran in so much distress and actually crying. Jackie does cry, he attempts multiple times to hug Ran and make it known he's there to comfort him, but it only works sometimes, and when it doesn't work Ran gets scared and tries to get away believing an attacker has gotten him. Grievous is almost like silently grieving, knowing he can't do anything to help his close friend. Cletus feels bad, and since he isnt too good with emotions, focuses on instead attempting to cheer everyone else up. Isaac and Benjamin feel awful as they feel at fault for letting it happen, so to hopefully help they make plans on how to make Ran as comfortable and safe as can be while also getting him to a nearby town they heard about to hopefully reverse it. Charles is doing his damn best to comfort Ran while also distracting him from his own thoughts, which mostly means Charles (and Watson) play the role of story teller for a while. Ranbob is the hardest hit by it, he's suffering so much because he so badly just wants to go over and hug his little brother and comfort him, tell him that it'll all be ok and that Bobby would protect him. But also knows he can't because he knows that would most likely do nothing but make it worse. For a while he spends his time blocking his ears and wrapped in a comfort blanket trying to comfort himself, as everyone else tend to his suffering brother. One thing that makes it harder is that Ran begins to purr to himself in a vain attempt to comfort himself (cause I personally like to think Enderman hybrids are like cats and purr like them, when their happy, content, comfortable, but also to soothe themselves and heal wounds), when Ranbob knows Ran's never purred, so knowing he's so desperate to try it now hurts him.

You will get some comfort, like Watson manages to convince Ranbob to at least hug Ran, and Ranbob manages to purr alongside Ran a bit, which does actually help to calm Ran down. Ran getting wrapped up with the fluffiest blanket they have and always having Watson, Jackie, or Grievous by his side. With Jackie tending to hold his hand.

4: All of the above. Sudden touch can be overwhelming to Ranbob at times, especially when he's not doing well mentally. Also while in this state, touch reminds him of the desperate grabbing and touching of the people he killed that tried to escape or fend him off. And Dream was able to hurt Ranbob by starving and dehydrating him of course, but when Ranbob was being particularly disobedient and tried to fight back Dream would often take control and cut or stab Ranbob then gave back control as punishment.

10: It does get better! Idk if I already said but Kelalen is actually where they get the antidote for Rans blindness potion! And when their given it for free and it works, they become very grateful to Adler and Lucia (the one who actually convinced Adler to give them the potion in the first place cause it was the only one left). And a few days after they arrive they actually decide to explore the town, where they meet Siren and get more information on Dream and who he was, they also get their weapons and armor repaired by them. But while talking with Siren, Cletus and Grievous sneak off and run into Atlas, then Cletus and Grievous agree to help Atlas with his prank. But by the end of their second week in Kelalen the group starts to truly enjoy their stay, Ranbob often saying how it kind of reminds him of Mizu before everything happened.

12: Thats funny though and is exactly how I'd want to be seen.

13: *CLAPS HANDS* OH BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. I RECENTLY TOLD MY FRIEND ABOUT RANBOB SEEING HIS DEAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY BUT FAILED TO TELL THEM IT WASNT ACTUALLY PART OF THE STORY. SO THEY TOOK IT LITTERALY AND THEY HAVE GIVEN ME IDEAS, WHILE ALSO HELPING ME REALIZE THAT THIS COULD ACTUALLY BE USED TO SET UP FOR RANBOB MOVING PAST HIS TRAUMAS AND CAN LEAD TO MORE FLUFF AND ANGST. SO NOW IT IS PART OF THE STORY, WITH CHANGES THAT IT HAPPENED DURING A DREAM AND HE DIDNT BELIEVE IT AND CONSIDERED IT A CRUEL JOKE BY FATE ITSELF AT FIRST. AND YES BY AT FIRST I MEAN THIS HAPPENS MANY MORE TIMES.

Also my friend has a message for you, "HahA THEY BETTER THANK ME I SET THEM UP FOR MORE MISERY 😈😈 /j" (I wanna be safe so if you don't know /j means that their joking)

14: Im not doing Foolish and Dream brothers because I personally don't like/get it. But I was thinking maybe they meet Foolish after Mripat tells them that there was a member of the SMP who was said to be a god and immortal. And after some long conversations they decide to go hunt for this apparently immortal god. Which takes a while since no one actually knows where he is, just that he likes deserts, and have to go off possible sightings or hints in history books. And when they finally meet him they manage to learn about totems (which they previously didn't know about) and even get some. They also learn that infact even during the SMP time no one quite knew what Dream was, and learns the ways the SMP tried to permanently get rid of him. Foolish is also devastated to know that Dream infact survived and becomes determined to help them. Even offering his help that if they ever go back to Mizu to face Dream, he'll come along and help in anyway he can.

15: I like to imagine Edward remembers Ranboo as the young troubled enderman that he basically adopted and took care of. So Edward sees Ranboo in both Ran and Ranbob, so he offers his help and advice. Basically becoming their Grandad, telling stories about everything he's seen. Especially about Ranboo because Ranbob is so curious about his ancestor he just cant help but ask. One convo I've been particularly thinking about goes something like, "Edward: Older one, what do you think your brother thinks about you? Ranbob: I..I think he doesnt like me, and that he wants me gone. Edward: Hmm, your wrong. Ranbob: What? Edward: When I look at Ran, I see a child, not an adult yet, scarred, scared and traumatized. A child that wishes you two were closer, that he could forgive you and wants to believe you, just so you two could be family again. But is afraid too, for he already has a family, that he is terrified of losing, and is scared if he attempts to trust you again that they may leave him. But make no mistake, your brother wants to make amends, your brother cares about you and wants you happy. He knows deep down that he can trust you, and that you are innocent, but you all must help him acknowledge those parts, and stand by him, helping him walk when needed, as he traverses his own nightmares." AKA I really want Edward to be the reason Ranbob realizes that Ran does want to be family again but needs help. Cause if I had to describe the brothers current positions with their trauma it'll be, Ranbob-Knows he has trauma and is trying to get better and live with it, willingly getting help. Ran-Is fucking drowning in trauma cause he refuses to acknowledge he has it and hides it well most of the time, also doesn't ask for help.

2: I fear the day.

3: Hahaha, ow, ow, ow. That, overall, is...heartbreaking. At the same time though, it’s sweet to see everyone pitching in to do their best and help him. We got it with Ranbob, now we get it with Ran.

I am curious, though. From what you’ve said, Blindness potions don’t wear off immediately? Why’s that?

4: *Chants* Please punch Dream. Please punch Dream. Please punch Dream. How do the fishermen deal with this, and help Ranbob?

10: Oh, god, Ran’s blind when they arrive in town. That’s definitely a high tension situation. Not only have you got him out of commission, but everyone else high strung from it, and probably having their protective instincts in overdrive when they randomly get treated hostilely. What exactly does an antidote for blindness consist of? Do most potions have antidotes, or counters? Is milk no longer used, or is that not a thing in the AU? It does sound nice that they all end up making friends later on though. How does Ran adjust to having his sight back? And, y’know, having everyone see him like that, and his brother comfort him(if they aren’t on good terms at this point, the timeline’s confusing me a bit)

12: Throughout this conversation, every time I read something sad, the image struck me, and honestly, it’s what you deserve. If these keeps up, I’m gonna start inserting these little 🏹s every time you hurt my heart.

13: I’m being conspired against. Does everyone see this? Brothers Anon and their friend are conspiring to break my heart. Such gremlins. What did I ever do to you two?

Also, you can tell your friend that from this point on, I will closely associate them with a tiny, purple, cackling imp.

14: Huh. Why do they want to find Foolish? Curiosity? To learn more about the Smp? About Dream? Sounds like it has a lot of potential to be quite the interesting encounter. And, since they didn’t previously know about the totems, they probably wouldn’t notice if one activated in a certain situation where it’s popped...do with that what you will.

15: Anon, I love all of this. Tell me more about Grandpa Edward. Does he fondly look back to Ranboo being polite and quiet while Ranbob and Ran cause havoc in the background? Does he bake them snacks and tell them about Ranboo’s adventures, and how much he loved to mine-which, in hindsight, is kind of funny, considering you just mentioned that so few people follow Skeppy because of the mining, but apparently their ancestor did that thing for fun.

#dream smp #dream smp au #Brothers AU #tales from the smp #ranbob #ran

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making up is hard to do | faury

Who: Fauna and Rory Flanagan @switch-it-up-rory When: 22/10/20 Where: Fauna and Sawyers Apartment What: Fauna and Rory talk out their differences Warnings: Discussions of suicide, drug addiction, and emotional abuse

This was the most terrified Rory had ever been in his life, for a long, long time. He didn't know what to expect when Fauna had texted him about her door being unlocked, she didn't acknowledge his response. But he headed straight over to her and Sawyer's suite, amidst the confusions over the rumours of his death. Nonetheless, he gingerly opened the door after 10 minutes of waiting outside it, the twin telepathy between them not working. He couldn't gauge how Fauna would react, and that was the scariest thing about it all. Maybe she was finally done with him, packed his bags and got him a one-way flight out of Florida. Leave him with his own devices. He'd do whatever would make her happy, but he didn't necessarily want to leave her. Walking into the suite, he nervously leaned back against the door. "Hello?" He called out, his voice as shaken as his body was, shivering despite the unnatural October heat. Despite the shower and fresh change of clothes, Rory looked and felt terrible, 4 days of being cold turkey would do that to a person. He just hoped Fauna would take pity on his appearance and break his heart gently.

Fauna was finally dressed in normal clothes, one of Sawyers sweatshirts covering her top and a small skirt topping off the look. Having spent the morning doing school work and texting Alexis, she was now finishing off her first lemon cake in almost a week. The smell filling the apartment and making her feel calm again. She heard Rory at the door and she tensed just a little, there was definitely still some anger lingering and a whole world of hurt but she steadied herself. “Hey.” She said quietly. “It’s open.” She added in case he wasn’t sure, the brunette didn’t turn around from the icing she was stirring at first because if she saw him she thought she might cry again. “Have a seat..” she suggested. “I’m just finishing the icing.”

It took a moment for the comforting scent of lemon cake to hit, and it steadied Rory slightly. She wouldn't have been as murderous as she was on Monday if she ws making lemon cake, that was her happy food. But he didn't trust it, because he didn't trust himself. Rory Flanagan couldn't be trusted, it was he only lesson people needed to learn. He gingerly sat down, his mind lost for clever comments and jokes, picking at his nails as Fauna finished off her baking, looking around the trial claim suite. He half wished Sawyer was here, he was so good at breaking the awkward tension, but alas it just seemed to Fauna and Rory alone. "Um," He didn't know what he was going to say, but trailed off when he noticed that his hand just wouldn't stop shaking, so he shoved it in his sweatshirt pocket. "I'm sorry." He then said, because it was the only place he could start, really. "I'm really fucking sorry, Fauna."

Fauna could almost feel him looking around, the twin connection wasn’t completely dead then. “He’s gone for a run, he can’t save you I’m afraid.” She told him lightly as she finally turned and put the lemon cake on the table so that she could begin icing it. The little brunette looked up at her twin, her heart aching. “I know.” She replied honestly. “I know you are Ror.. but you really, really hurt me... and I don’t really understand why.. I think that’s what hurts so much. I’ve never once judged you not for Aoife, not for the drugs or-“ The lump in her throat stopped her from going on for a moment and she began focusing on spooning icing into a piping bag. “I’ve only ever asked that you don’t lie to me.. so that I can help you.. so I can fix things.”

the almost dropped crossaint22/10/2020

The shaky breath Rory let out was one of relief, because they had been back on the same wave length temporarily, just for a moment. Hopefully a positive sign and not some sort of omen. He wanted to glance away when she finally looked at him, but didn't, but he swore he was shaking more. Like there was some sort of draught through the apartment. "I know..." He replied, weakly, "I think I was just, scared. Scared of letting you down because you couldn't...fix this." He didn't want to be this honest with her, but he had to prove that he wouldn't lie to her again, even if he had to talk about some pretty scary shit. "I was going to tell you that I didn't think I was ready to leave and then....I don't know. I saw your face, and you were so happy to see me. And you had a collar on...and I found out that....Conor....was here and just...just didn't say anything." He did glance down at the floor during this explanation, tears welling in his eyes, hating how pathetic and selfish he sounded.

she won’t hesitate, bitch22/10/2020

She wanted more than anything to go over to him, to wrap her arms around his shoulders and let him know that it was all okay. But she wasn’t ready yet, so instead she listened quietly as she piped the light yellow icing onto the cake. “You not being ready or relapsing.. thats not letting me down Ror and it never will be. Addiction is a bitch and I don’t expect you to be better overnight. I’m a doctor remember.” She told him honestly. “I don’t know how many times I can tell you that it doesn’t matter what is going on in my life... I’m your twin sister. Sawyer he.. He makes it easier for me to be here for you, genuinely having him it’s made me more stable and more ready to be a good sister than ever before. He is never a reason you don’t tell me things. Please Rory.. I want to forgive you and for us to talk about what comes next.. all I want to do is stroke your hair and tell you that it’s okay. But I can’t unless you swear this won’t become a pattern. I refuse to live my life with you lying to me. I will support you no matter what, I will come and pick you up with coke still on your nose. But you have to be honest.”

He nodded as she spoke, knowing that all he had to do was look her in her eyes and promise her it wouldn't be a pattern. But there was a monster of doubt on the edge of his mind, asking him relentlessly if he was sure to agree to that, because what if he was lying again? What if all he ever did was lie? "It wasn't because of Sawyer," He found himself saying, not because he was necessarily deflecting but, if he was going to promise to not make a pattern out of lying, he was going to do it after he eventually laid everything out on the table. "The Yank is tall but not intimidating, we both know I could body him any day. It was Percy." It was always Percy, but this time Rory wasn't excusing his own bad behaviour on his troubled relationship with his father, but just explaining his reasoning. "I...don't know if I'm supposed to know. About the arguments and the rehab bills. He doesn't even know I know, but he's got a big gob and won't use his inside voice even in the apology porsche with Maurie...he thought I was sleeping. I..." His voice cracked, hating himself more with each second since his realisation on the beach, "I didn't know. How hard you pushed for him to pay the bills. I thought Maurie or Ma would, or he'd just do it so I was out of his hair for a bit, I didn't know it was this whole thing. He pretended to be ignorant about my progress, but like, he knew. He said he didn't give a fuck, and I knew you two were at each other's throats about it, so I just stayed quiet and went along with it...broke my sobriety like an hour out of being out of rehab. Must be some sort of record," He scoffed in digust at himself, "I really, really want to swear it won't be a pattern, Fauna. But I can't until I can prove it somehow. I never want to hurt you again, ever."

Fauna let out a little watery laugh at the image of Rory trying to fight Sawyer. Her stomach twisted with something that she could easily recognise as guilt when he brought up Percy, because right now she wasn’t even fighting with the guy. She hadn’t burned his 10,000 dollar check, or ignored his phone calls. She’d taken them all, and let him say all manner of things about Rory, about Sawyer and about her life because she’d rather have his money than be brave. “I’m sorry.. I should have been more stubborn about putting you back in rehab.” She said honestly, sliding one hand across the table so that they could tangle their hands together. “It’s okay.. you weren’t ready to be out of rehab and you didn’t have the supports. You were hurting. Don’t worry about that now, we’re going to get you real support so you can be here properly... if that’s what you want? Because if you’d rather go back to a proper facility I won’t be mad, I’ll pay for it and that’s not me being self sacrificing I can more than afford it now. But if you want to be here then we can get you like.. a therapist and stuff... I’ll take you to the hospital a lot of the doctors are good craic for yanks.” She was crying without even really thinking about it, tears streaking down her cheeks. “I believe you Ror.. and I forgive you.”

He shook his head at her apology, because really Fauna had nothing to apologise for. The interesting thing about being mentally ill, and an addict, was that he couldn't just be put on a treatment program and just magically get better, like he had some sort of flu. He wasn't better simply because he defied the help he received. "It's not your fault." He told her, genuinely, because all Fauna did try to do was help him. He felt whole again when her hand reached his, and he squeezed it as if he feared she'd suddenly recoil and let go. His stomach turned at all the different options she threw at him, feeling suddenly overwhelmed, doing his best to ignore the churning feeling low in his gut. "I don't want to leave." He told her, voice thick with tears, "I can't leave you...not again. I'll do the other things but I don't want....I don't want to be locked up again." Everytime Rory had to stay in some sort of facility, it was hell. And he'd be damned if he did it again. If he was going to get better, he was going to do it somewhere where his shoes had laces in them. "I love you, Fairy." He murmured, "I really am sorry. I'm sorry." He was fully sobbing now, letting it all out. A mixture of relief, grief, anger at himself, exhaustion, sickness, it all flooding out in the tears and the heavy, choked breaths.

She knew that he wouldn't want her apology but she supposed that he didn't really know what she was apologising for, and it didn't bear discussing right now. The submissive squeezed his hand back, reaching to put her other one on top of it. When he started to sob, her heart broke a little and she swallowed down a sob of her own. "Let's go through to the spare room alright?" Fauna suggested wanting to be closer to her brother, and feeling like the kitchen wasn't the best place to do that. Carefully she stood and lead Rory through to the bedroom closing the door behind them, giving them some space while they talked. She sat down among her my melody plushes that she'd been sitting in while she'd worked on her school work, and then patted her lap for her brother to rest his head in. "You don't have to go to rehab, I'd rather I could see you.." Fauna admitted. "But-You have to take your meds, and I mean I want to see you take them and me or Sawyer will be driving you to your appointments. You miss one and there will be hell to pay... I'll.. I'll go with you." She promised.

Rory just nodded, trying to calm his breathing, letting Fauna lead the way. He picked up one of the plush rabbits, staring at it in disdain, wondering where Butterscotch was for a moment, before realising he was getting too distracted again. But Fauna patted her lap and he laid his head in it, the ultimate comfort position to him, where he felt properly safe. "I like it here," He mumbled, nodding at her insistence of taking his medication and attending therapy. Rory tended to not like those things, but he'd be willing to give them a go if it meant he got his sister back. "I want new meds," The Switch admitted, "new meds that don't make me feel like one of those dodgy sprouted potatoes. But I'll take my current ones until I can get new ones." He didn't really have any terms for the therapy, but he was grateful Fauna would go with him, and just nodded as best as he could in her lap. His chest still felt heavy though, not a comforted heaviness, but weighed down with the one thing he hadn't told her, and maybe he should despite everything, because he wanted them to start afresh with no secrets between them anymore. Rory sat up, feeling guilt for laying on her lap, looking at her with bloodshot eyes. "I have one more thing to tell you, and that's my last secret between us." Rory explained, "but you have to promise me it doesn't leave this room. You can't tell Conor, or Ma or Maurie, you canne tell Tall Yank...and you must not contact Percy about it even though you'll want to, okay?"

She watched him picking up the plush with a kind of softness that she hadn't afforded herself with him until now, the little brunette let the anger that she had been storing up inside herself dissipate as he laid in her lap. It would do her no good anyway. "Me too, this.. this is my home." Fauna said finding it slightly odd to say aloud but true all the same. "Okay, that's fine. Getting your meds adjusted is important. We'll get you an appointment." She was so glad that he was agreeing, that he was going to try at being better. The submissive had always been resistant to the idea of therapy, and there had been no spare money for it in Belfast but she knew that if Rory was going the subject would be raised again. She was slightly startled when he sat up, frowning a little at his request. She didn't like the idea of secrets from Sawyer, and she certainly didn't like the sound of not being able to talk to Percy about it. She paused for a long moment before she finally nodded. "Alright."

He froze, not sure where to start. But every story had a beginning, middle and end, so he guessed that was the best way to structure it. "Um, so you know when we were 17 and...and I..." He trailed off with a hand gesture. They had never spoken about his suicide attempt before, not in coherent sentences anyway, and even now it felt like it was forbidden to say out loud, to talk about that night. When it was clear Fauna got what he was referring to, he continued. "Well when it was time to pick me up after my evaluations, it was...Percy, right? And well..." Rory took a deep breath, closing his eyes, suddenly back in the darkness of his father's car, on the drive, the scared 17 year old boy wih a freshly broken heart and a confirmed broken brain. He was vaguely aware he was quoting Percy's words to Fauna on autopilot, the scene playing in his head so often he didn't even stutter, remembering every word, every pause for breath perfectly. He opened his eyes, rubbing the tears from his eyes with the palm of his hand. A part of him felt dirty, for further soiling Percy's less than stellar reputation. At the end of the day, he was Fauna's father. Conor's father. It was clear from day one that Percy never saw Rory as his son, and Rory secretly hoped it was true, despite the DNA test he took when he was 16. But they never had a bond, never had a reason to have each other's backs. But Fauna still had her chance, as did Conor. And recounting that night to his twin felt like the final nail in the Percy trust coffin. "Um, so." He shrugged, feeling awkward again, "I'm sorry I never told you...but I never knew how." Rory finalised. It was weak, but it was the truth.

Fauna swallowed hard the minute he mentioned the thing that they never mentioned. The worst day of her life, had been the day the call had come in. There had been a guy in her room at the time, one of the dentistry guys. She’d ignored her phone the first time, but on the second she’d made him grown with disappointment when she’d pulled away to answer it. Fauna would never forget the feeling of pure fear and horror, and the tears. Her eyes had stung with them as she’d tossed the guy out. Clutching the phone like a lifeline. “I remember.” She says thickly, as she swallows the memory down. The urge to be somewhere else gnawing at the edges of her brain. Belfast zoo called. But she shoved it away, to be present for Rory. It gets worse. And her twins confession leads her to let out a kind of choked sob like a wounded animal. How could anyone ever say that to her brother? Her sweet, funny brother who had been sad enough that he really thought the world would be better without him. She felt like she had been stabbed, as if Percy had indeed driven a knife through her. She was full of grief and anger, and she had no idea where to put it. “No.” She said in a small choked voice. “No..” Surging forward, she wrapped her arms right around her brother consuming in him her. “I hope he dies. I hope he dies and nobody ever fucking notices.” She whispers, imagining Percy rotting in his office whiskey in hand. “Don’t be sorry.. it’s the very worst thing he could have ever said.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.”

The hug was unexpected, but gladly welcomed. He wrapped his arms around her, both of them sobbing, tears bounding from their faces and into their clothes, into their hair. It didn’t matter, they were going to be fine together. He wasn’t going to let her down, he wasn’t going to lie or keep secrets anymore. He felt weirdly relieved by sharing what he had, even if a part of him was terrified it was going to get back to Percy. He knew Fauna wouldn’t if she could help it, and he’d rather this conversation be abandoned in this bedroom to die out, to finally free Rory of the years of the self doubt and hatred he carried around. “I hope he suffers a long and unhappy life.” Rory murmured back, the ghost of an evil grin on his face as he imagined all the turmoil he wished to inflict upon their father. “Please don’t be sorry Fairy, you’ve been nothing but good for me. I want to be good back, I just needed to tell you first.” Rory explained, stroking her hair, not wanting her to let go just yet, even if the tiredness in his bones was setting, his head aching from the lack of alcohol and drugs in his system, body groaning from how he spent his years abusing it. “I’ll take my meds and I’ll go to therapy and I’ll drink pretentious smoothies instead of alcohol, I just don’t want to lose you ever again.”

She took this knowledge, this heavy poisonous secret and buried in the graveyard of things that she didn’t touch. Fauna finally put Percy where he belonged, with Harold, with Drayton with Calvin. That’s the company that he should keep. It’s all he deserved. She let her brother stroke the head of messy curls that she was sporting, and cried herself out. Tired from the amount of times she’d found her stomach aching from the sobs in the past couple of days. “You are good Cub.” She told him quietly, her thumb coming up to swipe across his jaw bone. “As long as you’re trying that’s all that matters to me Ror. I won’t judge or be angry with you if it’s hard at first but I just want you to let me help you. That’s all I want.” She promised, hoping he could feel how true it was. Feel how much she loved him. “You and Sawyer can be sober buddies, I’m getting really good at mocktails now. I’ll make up a non alcoholic Rory for you.”

The moment lingered, letting the two twins who hurt -- hurt from their own experiences, from their joint miserable childhood, to helping the other one carry the burden over the years -- just breathe for a moment. To just co-exist together for a second. He nodded at her affirmation, too tired to argue with her. "I want you to help me." Rory agreed, knowing that it would make her happy if she could put him back on track. However, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at her next comment. "I canne believe I'm becoming a nerd who drinks those pretentious smoothies." He joked, booping her nose. "I'll hold you to that, I want a virgin mojito that will knock my socks off." He laughed, weak but genuine. "Can we have a nap now, Fairy? I'm exhausted."

She kissed his cheek tasting where the tears had been, and hoping that she didn’t have to find anymore tears there for a while. “I will Cub.. I will help you until my little socks fall off.” She promised, meaning it with her whole body. “You’re not becoming a nerd.. and smoothies are nice. I happen to like a strawberry smoothie after the gym.” The brunette countered, and then nodded. “It will be the worlds greatest virgin mojito, Fauna Eloise is never second best at anything.” She promised her twin. “Yeah.. but let’s go through to my room with Butterscotch.. kay?”

“I have a lot of spare socks if you need them.” Rory murmured, letting her take his hand, take control. He hated the fact he needed someone to run his life for him, but it was an argument for another day, for when he was simply better enough to be given the responsibility of making his own decisions. “The gym is for nerds too.” He grumbled, “But fine, only if you make my mocktails or I’ll just drink milkshakes forever.” They headed into the master bedroom, the smell of it strongly like Yankeedoodle’s aftershave, though he beelined for Fauna’s side, her pillow smelling soft and sweet, Butterscotch tucked under his arm, smelling like home. He kicked off his shoes, glancing up at her. “Come spoon me?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly, not ready to be alone just yet, and knowing she needed the sleep as much as him.

“I’m alright for socks just now but I’ll let you know if that changes.” Fauna responded, feeling somewhat at peace as they entered her and Sawyers bedroom. However silly the notion was, she always felt like nothing really bad could ever happen to her in there. She actually let out a little giggle as Rory ran for her side of the bed, scooping up butterscotch. She pulled off the skirt she was wearing so that she was just in Sawyers shirt and climbed in bed next to him. “Good night Cub.. I love you.”

His body relaxed when he felt the warmth of his twin pressed next to him, snuggling into the soft pillow. It wasn’t exactly home, this weird apartment block on an island off Florida, but he was with Fauna. That was home enough for him. She was Home. “I love you too, Fairy,” He mumbled, letting the long-awaited sleep take over him, no longer fighting it as he had the last few days. He needed all the energy he had to beat his addiction, to make Fauna proud. “Sweet dreams.” And with that, he slept, letting the darkness of unconscious finally take hold of him.

#(( adventures with rory ))#tw suicide mention #tw drug abuse #tw emotional abuse

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kukusedai · 4 years

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@adversitybloomed said : “Why are you so obsessed with me?” She asked trying to break through the chains, a hiss forming upon her lips. She was not sure how long she had been here for, nor had she given in to his less then pleasant demands. “I am not one of your toys you can bend or break. Nor am I a creature you were ever interested in before. So why now? Why me? Was kagura and the others not enough... or your obsession with the miko?”

奈落 ----

She hung quite pretty, in his court yard. The miasmic smog and foul energies of the place cast her in alluring, wonderous shades of blacks and blues and purple. The colors of deadly blossoms; of bruises and wounds. All that was missing were tones of scarlet and blood.

Demonic gaze cast upward, a baleful glower to the moon before he rose from the porch he reclined on, set aside his cup of sake, and moved towards her. “Speaking must be difficult.” His low timbre, gravely and silken smooth with perfected allure, whispered close to her ear. So close, the fan of his warm breath might’ve raised a few goosebumps along her porcelain skin. Marred with scars to be filled and touched with gold; he could fix her. The thought had crossed his mind.

The soft rush and rattle of chains over skin was music to his ears, a symphony of destruction so attuned it could almost CREATE. A low sound escaped him; perhaps it was vocalized contemplation, or acknowledgement. Perhaps it was arousal.

The pretty bird was strung up quite effectively. Hair pulled back and coiled in barbed thread; skin chained so tight her thigh and upper arm looked swollen. Delightful. He could answer her -- and his answer of course, would mean nothing to her. Ensnared as so, any information he gave her now was merely pillow talk. A pleasing touch after a crushing force.

He could get behind that. A bit of softening before he resumed his play. “Obsessed... I don’t think you understand the word.” He lectured softly, letting his fingers trace the line of her throat upward, to her hairline. Around the soft shell of her ear.

One dark brow creased; hand dropped to cup and turned her chin suddenly. A cruel angle, and a snarl colored the pristine glass of his features. Red eyes burned hot with demonic light and rage. “So, thats your connection.” He deduced with accusation, laced with the rattle of poison and malice. His compose returned, aloof and undisturbed.

He would deal with his daughter soon, enough. “You have somehow gotten it in your head, that there are still things I need of you... Perhaps. I have yet to decide if you’re worth it. I do have an agenda after all, and I can’t afford any burdens or long-term distractions.” Walking around, he released her chin and appraised her form. Suspended in a web of chains and living vines of his own making, he ADMIRED his work while giving her a beniefit of the doubt. “Of course I have questions you MIGHT have answers to, and yes...” He smirked at her, the corner of his eyes wrinkling only a little as that very smile lit up his eyes. If anything, the thought of keeping her. Just like this, frozen for his pleasure had its own appeal.

“You were never something I had considered before.” The vines moved then, adjusting her position to lock her elbows behind her; knees together and pushed forward into a deep bow. Hair still pulled back, the rattle of chains draped heavy in place they had once been tight. But the vines -- they squeezed her now, coiling tight like snakes; adjusting to her tension and weight. He laughed. A low building rumble as clouds moved to cover the moon and blanket the courtyard in a heavy smog of shadows again.

Except for the burning blood red of his eyes.

They shone brightly. “Until now.”

#rarity don't look #NS/FW 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝑒𝒷 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒾 #adversitybloomed #( TAGS & VERSE PENDING ... )

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idonthaveanyurlideas · 5 years

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Why Hello There

Guess Who Wrote Post-Episode-It’s-Nearly-Midnight-I-Have-No-Self-Control Fanfic Again

It’s Me ft. Jester’s having a bad time in this Cave of Horrors and honestly thats a mood and Beau’s here to give hugs and comfort please someone give jester a hug

Read it HERE or read it below

Caleb was the first among them to fall asleep. Perhaps pass out was the more accurate term, but either way it ended with him sprawled out in the middle of his dome, limbs spread wide and eyes closed. Once he was out the rest of them soon followed, with Caduceus lying on his side close to the edge, Yasha sleeping ramrod straight — Beau really had no idea how she was able to go to sleep in one position and wake up the next morning in the exact same position, but Yasha always managed it — and Nott curling up next to Caleb.

Fjord at first claimed he would stay up for first watch with Beau, only to change his mind and asking her to wake him up for second watch instead. Beau herself was too tired to needle him about it, resigning herself to a solo watch as Fjord claimed a position next to Yasha, and Jester laid down on her back, her head less than a foot away from Beau.

She sighed deeply, looking out through the barrier of their magical hut to their twisted surroundings. This cave, or tomb, or whatever the hell it was… she couldn’t wait until they were done with it and they could leave.

Dimly, she registered Jester shifting close by, shuffling a little closer towards her, angling her back so that it nearly pushed up against her leg. Beau watched her silently for a moment, before she realised that Jester’s eyes weren’t closed. Her face was mostly turned away from her, but in the darkness she could barely see Jester’s eyelashes blink every few seconds, as if she weren’t even trying to get to sleep.

“Jessie?” Her voice came out as an almost croaky whisper, her exhaustion plainly evident. “You alright?”

“Mmhmm.” Came the hummed reply, though she shuffled even closer to Beau, her back now pressing against the side of her leg, her head just in front of her knee as Beau sat cross-legged on the ground.

“Can’t sleep?” To be honest, Beau wanted to be asleep. After the day she’d had, the day they’d all had, nothing seemed nicer than a good sleep.

But they were deep in this hellhole, so someone needed to be on watch. A selfish part of her had hoped for someone to share it with. But she wasn’t going to ask, not when everyone else was in just as much, if not more, need of a good sleep as her.

Absentmindedly, Beau petted the top of Jester’s shoulder, in what she hoped was at least a vaguely reassuring gesture. “It’s okay if you can’t,” She mumbled, wary that some of the others. Might not be fully asleep yet. “Could use some company.”

Jester remained still and silent for a moment, before shifting up into a sitting position, arranging herself so that she was next to Beau, but facing her. Her head hung low and her shoulders were tenses, hangs wrung together.

“This place…” Jester’s head tilted up and to the side, looking out into the darkness, the unknown. “It’s really scary Beau.”

Beau thought of everything that had already happened since they’d entered this place. The spiders, the crying statues, the lightning and mist-monster filled stairwell and the lair full of zombies. In the back of her head she remembered the murmuring of voices that had burrowed and screamed into her brain, and she let her hands fall loosely in her lap.

“Yeah. It is.” She stared down at her hands for a moment before looking around at the others, who all seemed undisturbed. None of them had gotten through today unscathed, even if some had undoubtedly had it worse than others. All of them had gotten steadily more freaked out and unsettled with each successive nightmare.

“It just keeps getting worse and worse.” Jester tilted herself around so that she was more side by side with Beau, leaning into her, her head resting on Beau’s shoulder. Automatically Beau tried to shift to make it more comfortable for both of them and to try and reassure Jester, looping her arm around Jester’s shoulders, tilting her head so that Jester’s horn didn’t poke into her skin. “There’s so many monsters and evil things and we still don’t know what this Oban guy wants with Yasha and…”

Her voice was shaky, breath hitching as Jester sniffled. “I want to get out of here.”

“Me too.” Beau tugged Jester in a little closer, linking her other arm so that she was giving her a gentle side-hug. “It’s been kinda shit, hasn’t it.”

Jester gave half a chuckle, which Beau chalked up as a success. “There were spiders and mist monsters and zombies… so many zombies…”

“Hey, you killed a bunch of them all by yourself.”

“It was mostly the Traveller.” Jester shrugged, and Beau couldn’t help but feel even more concerned than she already was. Jester loved to take credit for her accomplishments. If anything, she had a tendency to brag about them sometimes, not downplay them.

“Maybe, but without you he wouldn’t have been able to do jack shit.” Beau said firmly. “He’d be nowhere if you weren’t out here being his biggest follower.”

Jester didn’t directly respond, exhaling slowly. Her body still seemed stiff, and Beau just wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t a comforter, she didn’t know how to talk to people. So she did what she always did when she didn’t know what to say; say the very first thing that popped into her head and hope it turned out for the best.

“I heard you turned into a giant bird for a bit.” She mumbled. “Didn’t see it, cause of all the mist, but I bet it was cool.”

Jester exhaled again, but this time when she spoke, she sounded a little more steady. “It was really cool.”

“Maybe you’ll get another opportunity to turn into a bird. Then I’d get to see it.”

“Maybe.” Despite the very slight uptick in her mood, Beau could still sense the undercurrent of exhaustion, a subdued tension that was very unlike Jester.

“Do you want to go to sleep? I don’t think I’m as good at massages as you were but I can give it a shot.” Beau let loose the arm that was hugging around Jester’s front, instead tucking loose strands of Jester’s hair behind her ears and horns.

Jester chuckled again, twice this time. “No, you’ll never be able to do it as well as my Mama. I just want this to be over with.”

“We’ll get through it. I’ll make sure of it.” It felt like an eternity ago when Beau had promised she would kill and die for the Mighty Nein, and Jester had promised she would heal her back. Many things had changed since that day, but that promise wasn’t one of them.

Jester hummed an acknowledgement, sliding down a little until her head rested on Beau’s thigh. Beau kept running her fingers through Jester’s hair, threading out the knots.

They settled into a soft silence, before Jester broke it. “Is your hand okay?”

Beau glanced at her hand. She’d taken her lightning gauntlets off once they’d settled down in the hut for the night, leaving her hands covered mostly by her wraps. Her right hand was fine, but the wraps on her left hand had been burned away, disintegrated to her wrist by the weird lightning crystal she’d pulled out of its circuit. Faded, jagged marks crisscrossed her hand, the burns and injury healed up by Caduceus’ magic throughout the day, but not fully erased.

If it scarred that way, it would probably look pretty badass. But healing magic could be finicky with things like that. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m fine.”

“It looked really bad before.”

“Yeah, it hurt like a motherfuck. Kind of like after I’d pulled Nott from the lava. That hurt way more.” Beau surveyed the ruined wraps on her left hand, judging how much could be salvaged.

“That was scary too.” Jester’s legs curled up to her chest. “We keep ending up doing scary things, all the time.”

“Not all the time. Sometimes we do fun things like stealing boats and buying animals off the side of the road.” Beau started making loose braids in Jester’s hair, matching the tiny smile that was beginning to grow on the tiefling’s face.

“I do want to see Nugget and Sprinkle again. But I’m glad they’re not here.”

“Oh, when we get back they won’t be able to leave you alone. Poor Yeza, having to deal with them both by himself.”

Jester giggled. “I bet they miss me so much.”

Inwardly, Beau had a feeling that Sprinkle at least was probably enjoying his vacation very much, but she wasn’t about to say that. Sprinkle was an ungrateful weasel. “They definitely do.”

They lapsed into silence once more, but this time Jester seemed to relax with each exhale, one hand resting on Beau’s knees and languidly drawing circles on it. Her eyes slowly began to close, and Beau continued to braid her hair, aware that she was now permanently stuck in this spot unless she wanted to disturb Jester, and she did not want to disturb Jester.

“Beau?” Jester spoke under her breath, barely audible.

“Yeah?”

“It’ll probably be scary tomorrow too.” It was a simple statement, an anticipation of what they might have to face when they woke up. Hell, there was no guarantee they’d even get through this rest without something awful interrupting them.

“Probably.” Beau mumbled, unbraiding a chunk of hair and running her fingers through it. “But we’ll all be there. We’ll get through it.”

It probably wasn’t the most reassuring thing she could’ve said. But Jester wasn’t an idiot, and she knew just as well as the rest of them that this particular nightmare was probably far from over. All Beau could offer was the fact that she’d be standing beside her. Hopefully that would be enough.

Jester didn’t respond to that, and as the minutes ticked by her breathing began to even out, her eyes slipping shut. Beau continued to slowly comb through her hair with her fingers for a little while longer, half thinking about how she’d wake up Fjord without disturbing Jester, and half thinking about what they’d talked about.

She couldn’t wait til they were done with this place. Staring out past the safe wall of their hut, Beau felt a shiver run down her spine, the whispers swelling up in the back of her mind, just far enough away that they couldn’t do anything, couldn’t blank out her mind and leave her stunned again, but she couldn’t forget that they were there.

Beau looked down at Jester, curled up with her head resting on Beau’s leg. She tried to push the thoughts of the whispers out of her head, glancing at each of the Mighty Nein in turn, double-checking they were all fine. Well, relatively fine.

Tomorrow probably would be scary, just like today had been. Probably even more so. But Beau wasn’t about to let her friends face it on her own. It was a comfort that they’d be there so she wouldn’t be alone too.

#critical role #fanfic #my fanfic #jester lavorre #beauregard #its platonic but like could potentially be read as shippy if you want #anyway beau is a good comforter even if she doesnt think she is #Give Jester A Hug

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thawedpatriot · 5 years

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okay, my e.ndgame thoughts are below the cut. beware, they’re somewhat incoherent at times mainly just because my brain is still trying to wrap my head around some stuff. also it’s really really long. like 3k words long. major spoilers ahead!

-okay so the whole beginning felt. really rushed, if that makes sense? like, i’m glad that tony got back to earth fairly early on but that was very sudden, having carol show up and carry the ship to the compound. however, i can’t complain too much because watching steve book it to tony’s side as he was coming off the ship gave me life. the fact that he just hovered the whole time and was there to support him and show he cares just. pleased me.

- tony had every right to blow up at steve. i mean, god, the man’s been through so much. he’s lost so much and is still recovering from everything that happened. he’s frustrated and angry and hurting and steve pressed for information too callously too soon, and it set an exhausted tony off. totally valid. and tony was right, he saw all this coming and no one listened to him, even though half of that was just bc aou was a fucking mess writing wise. but steve told him ‘together’ and because they weren’t together when shit went down, they all lost. would it have killed either of them to call during the two years they had to do so? no, probably not. that probably would’ve been a step towards working back to that ‘together’ thing. because there’s years of unresolved tension and conflict between them at this point, none of it ever got resolved between them, so it’s finally coming to a head now that they’re properly in the same room again.

- that said, the ‘you weren’t there when i needed you’ bit rubbed me the wrong way. because it was bruce who ended up calling. tony never made a call, never asked for steve’s help. never let him know he needed him, even though he had that ability to. so yes, steve is at fault here too, but it’s not 100% on him that things went down the way they did, if that makes sense.

- tony shoving the arc reactor into steve’s hand???? killed me on the spot, thanks.

- the devastation steve must be feeling when they figure out the stones are gone??? gutting. he was so sure they would be able to bring everyone back wit the stones once they’d taken care of thanos. he was so ready for a fight, so ready to get his revenge and make things right, and there just. was no fight, no way to bring his friends back. he’d lost bucky all over again, and now he’s lost sam, too. sam, who he dragged into all this. that kind of guilt festers in him for those five years, no doubt.

- i wanna know what steve did for those five years. because, yes, we see him talking in that small therapy group, but not only is he giving advice he’s not taking himself, but he’s just not shown doing much of anything else. he’s holding on to all his trauma and grief and not dealing with it, just like he’s been doing since he left the ice. so what is he doing all that time??? but also seeing him in a therapy group setting made my heart swell a little bit because you know he did that for sam. he misses his friend and is doing that for him, i will not believe anything otherwise. sam was and is so important to him.

- this is unrelated to steve but is important to me as a bi: carol’s hair looked so good i made a noise when i saw it and my friend hit me in the arm

- god i wish we saw more of steve and nat interact. because clearly they’ve been in contact with one another for the past 5 years and that’s probably the longest running friendship he’s had going besides bucky so. it’s nice to know he didn’t lose everyone in one way or another for those 5 years. they just know each other so well and recognize the similarities between one another and i’m just really glad he wasn’t all alone all that time.

- steve is so done with everyone throughout this movie, including himself. it’s beautiful.

- sidenote, i could not take bruce seriously as a character the way he was and i don’t know why. also they did thor dirty. they did thor so dirty. he was a joke until they needed him to fight. the level of guilt and trauma thor is dealing with is immeasurable and they turned it into comic relief by leaning into fat-shaming and joking about alcoholism???? nah man, that’s not okay. not at all. address that he’s dealing with ptsd, show that he’s using unhealthy coping mechanisms, and help him. don’t make fun of him, don’t just let him keep doing that to himself, help him. the only scene in the whole movie i genuinely liked with him in it was his scene with frigga. because she took him seriously, she was willing to listen and offer advice and tell him what he needed to hear. that scene was so important.

- another sidenote, as much as i disliked p.epperony in the past, this movie made me appreciate them more. because i’ve always loved them both as individual characters, pepper potts owns my whole soul, but as a couple they were just written in a way that made me not love it as the movies went on. however, this movie really showed growth in their development as a couple, in pepper accepting tony for who he is and the needs he has to do good. also tony is an amazing father and it’s just so validating to see a character who grew up with an abusive parent break the cycle and become soft and kind in any interactions he has with his daughter. you can tell how much he loves his family, and it’s what he deserved.

- okay so i hope we can all agree the time travel science in this movie was fucked and they did a really bad job at explaining how it works. it was not clear, did not make sense, and following standard time travel laws there were a million paradoxes happening and it makes me angry. nebula killing her past self? bullshit bc she should not exist after that. steve’s whole ending??? also bullshit but i’ll get to that later because that’s an essay in itself.

- tony giving steve the shield back was such a big deal okay. the fact that tony has acknowledged that holding onto the resentment was detrimental to his own health and being was so important. we got a handshake and i really thought they were gonna go for a hug but noooo that’d be too much to ask for i guess. but steve hasn’t seen or held that thing in like 7 years it has to be nice to have it in his hands again, seeing as he always refers to it as an extension of his arm and all. and to be getting it back, nice and polished, from tony probably means a great deal to him as well.

- okay now let’s get to the actual time travel bit. steve and tony being the ones to zap back to 2012???? my god its like everything i ever wanted was handed to me on a platter. that movie was what got me on this marvel train and as even with its issues, it holds such a dear place in my heart. so you know the second that ‘2012′ popped onto the screen i was ready to combust. and then it just got better because it felt like an extension of the movie, like we were seeing deleted scenes, which was just. really nice??

- god okay “america’s ass” gave me so much life as dumb as the whole joke was. because tony blatantly checking out steve’s ass?? my dude thats the gayest thing i’ve ever seen with my own two eyes. but then tony commenting on how his ass looks in the suit???? i was living, okay. living. and the fact that he checked out his past self’s ass and was like ‘yeah, damn straight’ amused me greatly.

- ngl the ‘hail hydra’ bit made me uncomfy initially, but honestly i’m just gonna appreciate how clever my boy is and how stupid hydra is. his ‘i’m clever and i know it and i just outsmarted piece of shit nazis’ smile as he walked away from the elevator with the case???? priceless. i was half expecting another elevator fight but i guess that wouldn’t really make sense sfdghj

- steve fighting himself? past steve reacting to the compass appearing and getting super fucking pissed over the concept that someone might’ve taken it or something??? the fact that it was ‘bucky is alive’ that had him going full stop???? oof. also, the ‘i can do this all day’ and ‘yeah, i know’ was funny initially but oh my god is my boy exhausted. he’s so tired. he’s been fighting for decades. someone let him rest. please.

- also unrelated, i wanna know where the fuck loki fucked off to when he grabbed the tessaract. like is this where the concept for his spinoff show comes from???? what did he do????

- steve and tony being on the same wavelength and trusting each other??? steve trusting tony wholeheartedly even if he didn’t fully know what it was tony was planning?? important. so, so important.

- steve in camp lehigh. oh my god. why did no one recognize captain america???? it’s been twenty years, sure, but y’all slapped ‘birthplace of captain america’ on your sign and there’s probably pictures of his face around in more places than peggy’s desk. you’re telling me no one would recognize him standing in the middle of the military camp??? nah, i don’t buy it. y’all had poor disguises and didn’t even get him sunglasses or anything. c’mon guys, you’re better than this.

- okay look this isn’t a tony blog but what the fuck was that scene with howard,, i understand it in terms of why they included it when looking at the narrative. because of tony’s whole ‘resentment is corrosive, didn’t like it’ thing and the need for closure on that front before his story ends, but he didn’t owe howard jack shit, let alone a ‘thank you’. that man, even if he had the best intentions and wanted tony to succeed in the future because he knew he had potential, was neglectful and abusive. he was not affectionate, he did not make tony feel as though he were loved, and it deeply affected tony as a person. the fact that he doesn’t know how far along his own wife is with their firstborn child??? big red flag right there, friends. sure, it’s good to show kids with bad relationships with their parents that its possible to work through negative emotions and resentment and move on with their lives but this was not the example to give. tony did not owe his father anything at that point. he’d moved on, made himself better, became a better father than howard was to him. i’m just. so angry about it okay.

- steve looking through the glass of peggy’s office at her, believing this was the last time he was going to see her again??? broke my heart but i called it as soon as i knew time travel was involved in this movie. i knew they’d throw a ‘steve sees her while traveling and is really sad about it’ bit in there somewhere. and i would have been content if that was it, if that was all he got. if that was the closure he got, one last glimpse of her. the fact that twenty years later she still has the picture of him, before he was captain america, on her desk??? erases any of the development and growth we know she went through in her series and whatnot, but it’s a good reminder that peggy carter was one of the few people that saw steve for who he was. she saw the skinny kid from brooklyn and knew he had what it took to be a hero, she saw him for the good man he was. she loved him for who he was. that means a great deal to steve, who no doubt struggles with the line between steve and cap a lot. but by this point, peggy would have moved on. in the series, she had moved on. erasing all of that development is detrimental to her character and i refuse it.

- seeing jarvis again was a treat. i squeaked.

- what the fuck was that with natasha??? what kind of man-pain fuel was that??? and why didn’t she get the proper funeral/mourning she deserved??? she’s been around since im2, she was the one who united the avengers, she was the first female avenger (bc they swept janet van dyne under the rug but thats a whole other rant), and that’s the end of her arc??? as soon as i saw where her and hawkeye were headed i just knew. i knew what was gonna happen and i was hissing internally. because i knew there was no way she’d be like ‘yeah you’re my best friend, you have a family, you go ahead and jump’ and on behalf of all the mcu writers i wanna apologize to all c.lint.asha shippers for the mess the mcu gave y’all. i’m so sorry j*ss fucked it up for y’all bc he wanted something for two characters no one else wanted. she deserved to be mourned. she didn’t deserve to be forgotten for like the rest of the film after that initial ‘she’s gone’. she deserved a funeral, too. steve just lost one of his closest friends???? on top of everything else he’s lost, let him express that. please.

- so back on my s.tony shit, the ‘that’s my man’ when tony nudged steve awake to hand him back his shield after the compound blew up??? not heterosexual at all. y’all aren’t even trying to hide it anymore u bastards

- STEVE ROGERS USING THE HAMMER. Y’ALL. Y’ALL. MY BOY IS WORTHY AND I KNEW IT AND THIS MEANS HE SPARED THOR IN AOU BC HE’S A COMPASSIONATE LOSER WHO DIDN’T WANT TO HURT HIS FRIEND’S PRIDE AND FEELINGS. BUT GOD THAT WAS THE COOLEST GODDAMN THING I’VE SEEN ON SCREEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. HIM USING BOTH HIS SHIELD AND THE HAMMER AT THE SAME TIME, MAKING COMBO STRIKE OUT OF IT??? USING THE LIGHTING???? MAN I CAN TELL YOU WITHOUT A DOUBT THAT I HAVE NOT SCREAMED SO LOUD IN A MOVIE THEATER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

- all the ladies fighting together?? shielding peter???? kicking ass together??? gave me life. that was the most beautiful scene in the entire mcu,,, it made my bi heart burst,, all it was missing was nat, but it was a nice way to be like ‘this is what she started’. and seeing pepper out there as rescue was just the cherry on top okay i love her sm she’s so cool and finally fighting out there alongside tony and rhodey. my wife carol danvers is also the coolest??? not even flinching when thanos does whatever head-butt thing he was going for??? god i love my wives.

- ‘on your left’ god damn yes let sam wilson be the one to announce that they’re all back my boy deserves it. i wanted a proper reunion between steve and sam and/or bucky. we didn’t get that. we didn’t get that!!!!!! we didn’t get anything like that!!!!! steve was primarily on his own for 5 years because he lost his two best friends and we don’t get a reunion scene??? i call bullshit, marvel

- also rocket trying to shield groot with his own little body during the aerial attack??? broke my little heart??? like he just got him back and is terrified that he’ll lose him again,,,

- no one talk to me about tony stark i can’t handle it, he deserved to be happy and live a long life with his family. he deserved that happy ending, but i’m so grateful that pepper just. understood what he needed. she knew what he needed to hear and was there for him and could just ‘we’ll be okay, you can rest’. and give him that peace of mind. he did it, he saved the universe, he brought everyone back, he can rest. but god he really deserved to be able to rest with his family, happy and alive, okay.

- steve’s small exchange with bucky was like a nice reference to the first cap movie, but that was all we got. steve has spent multiple movies trying to get bucky back and help him, and we don’t even get a reunion scene and then just this one little bit of back and forth. a soft ‘i’ll miss you’, even though its technically only supposed to be seconds for them?? like,,, does that means bucky knows??? like, he has a feeling he knows what steve’s gonna do??? idk man, idk. all i do know is that they deserved better in this movie. i’m also summing up bucky’s telling sam to go talk to steve as bucky’s ‘i don’t know if i can handle that’ admission tbh.

- god bless sam wilson. between being the one to be like ‘bring him back. where is he? get him back.’ the second something seemed to go wrong with the time travel was,,, really nice. like, thank you for caring about my boy. thank you for always having his back. i love you so much sam wilson. and anyone who thinks sam shouldn’t be the one to get the shield can meet me in a back alley okay, this man has earned it, he’s the right pick for the cap mantle. the cap theme playing when he was given the shield? Iconic. did i cry whenever the cap theme played during this movie?? Absolutely.

- time travel in this movie is a fucking joke but i wanna know if steve had to see the red skull when he returned the soul stone because can you imagine??? that interaction??? like, did anyone warn him??? did anyone tell him the red skull was there or was it only implied when clint said something about a red man or whatever after coming back and being upset about natasha???? but also where did steve travel back to in order to start his new life??? were there just two caps in the universe??? one in the ice and one living his life w/ peggy???? none of it makes sense. none of it. where does the shield go/come from???? guys??? guys.

-okay now we address the end of steve’s arc. i’m gonna start by saying i see both sides of the discourse it’s stirred up. i understand the intention behind it, not wanting steve’s story to just be one big tragedy. because that’s where it was headed. if they killed him, he would have been fighting for decades on end without rest, without knowing peace, and that would’ve been it. that’s not the end people want to see for their heroes. he deserves to be able to put down the shield and rest. he deserves that ending for himself after fighting his whole life. However, the way they did it not only flattened his entire arc, but it flattened peggy’s entire character as well. she built a life in his absence, she moved on, and he knows this. he knew this, and i refuse to believe that steve would selfishly go back and disrupt that, take that away from her for the sake of his own personal happiness. that’s not steve rogers, a good and compassionate man. because think about the life he’d have to lead, knowing all he does. because if he isn’t supposed to disrupt the timeline, he has to let everything with hydra happen and infiltrate shield, something he knows peggy’s dedicated to, he has to let everything with bucky happen and be okay with not stepping in and rescuing his best friend from that horrific life/killing tony’s parents, he has to watch both tony and sharon grow up knowing everything about their lives??? (not to mention how fucking weird everything with sharon would be considering the mcu just forgot about her after they made out in the parking lot???? sharon deserved better.)

- this wasn’t an end of an arc, it was the flattening of an arc. he didn’t actually deal with anything that he’d been through. tws was all about how he needed to move on, peggy herself told him that the world was changing and he had to move with it instead of lingering in the past and what he lost. he was supposed to be building himself a new life, addressing what he lost and the trauma he’s been through and work through it all to push onward. that’s development. he got away with not working on himself or anything he went through, the group therapy was never actually beneficial because he didn’t take any of his advice, he clung to his emotions and grief and wasn’t able to move on and says as much. giving him this easy way out just feels lazy in my opinion. like they didn’t know what to do with him, wanted him to end up happy, and this was the only way they saw that happening because he wasn’t properly developed over the course of the mcu. i’m happy my boy ended up happy, don’t get me wrong, i was very close to sobbing over him finally getting that dance, but it was highly unsatisfactory in terms of a story and character arc.

#sir that is my emotional support canon divergence ( ooc )#long post #endgame spoilers #avengers endgame spoilers #a4 spoilers

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pnk-wasteland · 6 years

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Anniversary (kkm)

There was a lot of things Yuuri did that Wolfram didn’t understand.

His obsession with those awkward looking machines thats only purpose was to ‘vend’ a selection of snacks; Yuuri’s much too frequent ‘office naps’; even his overzealous politeness could ware down Wolfram’s nerves.

But this must be something new, and undiscovered cultural difference between Yuuri’s two worlds. Yet another quirk Wolfram would be forced to learn about. He rolled his eyes, pouting at the sturdy wooden door in front of him. The two guards flanking him dared not make eye contact, too afraid to aggravate the spoiled prince even further.

Wolfram knocked on the door to the royal bedroom a little more forcefully than he intended. “Yuurriii!” He whined through the crack, not daring to push it open after the last scolding he received. “Can I come in yet?”

Wolfram pressed his ear flush against the wood, hearing some faint rustling and the sound of something clattering against the marble floor.

The door creaked open just a moment later, Yuuri closing it behind himself quickly, blocking Wolfram’s attempts to catch a peek.

“Yuuri this is my bedroom too! If you wanted to redecorate all you had to do was ask the maid staff.”

Yuuri’s cheeks were painted a dusty pink, a shy smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. “It wouldn’t be the same if someone else did it. Just be patient, Wolf.”

But Wolfram hated being patient. He wants what he wants when he wants it; what was so wrong about that?

Yuuri shooed him away and Wolfram found himself wandering long hallways, while his mind wandering through possibilities. If Yuuri was going to convert their chambers into some kind of ‘baseball hall of fame’ Wolfram was going to move back into his old bedroom. Yuuri had; once before; tried to hang up a poster of his favorite baseball team. The image was not on the wall for a full minute before Wolfram had ripped it down, accusing Yuuri of cheating again.

“If you're going to stare at anything before you fall asleep then its going to be me!” Wolfram had huffed, feeling very childish even through his blinding rage. Yuuri didn't have much to say about that, but mumbled something about “it not being the same thing” and rolled the poster back up, never to be seen again.

Wolfram kicked a rock by his foot, finding himself outside in the sizzling summer sun.

“Daddy!”

He swung around just in time to catch his daughter before she crashed into him, chestnut curls and rosey cheeks beaming up at him.

“Hello my little one, what are you doing out here in this heat?”

“Daddy, look at the dress Papa got for me to wear today!” she released Wolfram, only to twirl around in front of him, the lace of her dress being taken by the breeze.

“Very beautiful! My little Princess looks like a little Queen!” he cooed happily.

She giggled, hopping up and down, “Papa says it’s a special occasion so I get to wear a special dress!”

“A special occasion?”

“Yes! Papa said today is a special day but when I asked him why he wouldn’t tell me!”

“Wouldn’t tell you?” Wolfram puzzled over this. Was today some kind of holiday in Japan? Had Wolfram forgotten something important? Yuuri’s birthday had already come and gone and his own wasn’t until after the harvest. What could today be?

Greta pulled him down by the arm until she could kiss him gently on the cheek, wishing him a happy whatever-today-was before running off to find somewhere out of the burning humidity to play.

Wolfram was sucked even deeper into his muddled thoughts. Patient, Yuuri said he had to be patient.

But the prince could only suffer for so long, because an hour hadn’t even passed before he was busting down the door of Gunter’s private study.

“Wolfram!” Gunter hastily flung the book he had been writing in somewhere behind his desk, safely out of the blonde’s eye line. “I told you to knock before you enter my office!”

Wolfram was in no mood to argue, “Gunter, what Japanese Holiday is happening on Earth right now?”

Gunter blinked, “Holiday?”

“Yes, Yuuri is preparing something special for today and I need to know what for.”

“Oh my,” he rushed over to his desk, picking up papers and putting them back down, nervously looking for something he wasn’t sure was there. “A Japanese holiday! How wonderful! Oh, my king has so much pride, what a great leader he is! If the king is celebrating, then we should as well!” Gunter stopped short with a wad of paper in one hand, the other clutching his heart, “Oh no! I must have the staff prepare! A feast! We need a feast! Oh, and where are we going to find entertainment on such short notice? Well I suppose if it’s a Japanese celebration then maybe I can try out a few of those Earth tricks I learned from-”

“No! Absolutely no Earth magic. You’re awful at it.”

Gunter was about to protest before Wolfram cut him off again, “Gunter! Aren’t you looking for your Japanese calendar?”

“Right!”

Papers rustled about, sheets sailing onto the floor. Books were pushed off shelves, dust making the royal advisor sneeze. “Here it is!” He pulled out a small spiral notebook with lettering Wolfram could not read printed delicately on the front. “Now, how do I calculate the date again? Oh yes I wrote it down on the first page! Sometimes I really do amaze-“

Wolfram’s eye twitches dangerously, “Gunter! Pat yourself on the back later, just tell me what today is.”

“Yes, yes. Today. Well, according to my notes, and this calendar, today is…. Monday.”

“Monday?”

“Yes! Monday! I bet its an amazing tradition on Earth to celebrate Monday. Even it’s name just sounds so exotic. Monday.”

Wolfram rolled his eyes, trying to contain the fire inside of him. “No, a Monday is just a day of the week. There’s seven of them, but I can’t remember all their stupid names.”

“Just a day of the week?”

“Yes.” Wolfram was perturbed, “But if the calendar says today is just a Monday, then that means it has to be some kind of personal holiday?”

“A personal holiday? Impossible!” The silver haired advisor sounded almost insulted, “If his majesty had a personal investment in this day, I, Gunter, would surely know about it!”

Wolfram did not acknowledge this, but simply turned on his heel and exited the cluttered room.

“Knock next time!” Gunter called after him, shaking his head while plucking discarded books off the tile.

Wolfram was agitated, and a bit nervous. What was Yuuri doing in there? Should he prepare something just in case? Should he Yuuri a gift? Should he act like he knows what’s going on? Surely he wouldn’t-

“Wolf?”

The prince spun around to face a smiling Yuuri.

“Are you ready yet?”

His smile only grew at Wolfram’s sharp words. “Yes, come on.” He held out a hand for the other too take.

Wolfram started at it and then back at him before taking it, a flush on his face. “I hope it’s worth you locking me out of our room all day.”

He grinned further, pulling Wolfram along, “I hope so too.”

Wolfram had to fight his nerves every step of the way, and when they finally made it outside those heavy wooden doors, he felt as if he was going to explode with anticipation.

“Yuuri, Greta told me today is some kind of special day.” he admitted, “If there’s a holiday I’ve forgotten about, please just tell me.”

Yuuri’s smile turned into something else, but he stay silent and pushed the door open, leading Wolfram beyond the threshold.

His jaw dropped, There was flowers everywhere. It looked as if a lush garden had taken up residence in their bedroom overnight. Vines with tiny golden flowers twisted up the bedposts and hung over the mattress like a canopy. There were vases filled with brightly colored flowers in every corner and surface, petals and leaves of all shades carpeting the floor. The drapes on their windows had been taken down to accommodate hanging flowers and vines, all looking like they had been grown there naturally.

“Yuuri.” He breathed, unsure of what to say.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, I love it. It’s.. it’s amazing.” He took a step forward, the smell of roses floating up and embracing him.

“Today is a special day, Wolf. But I’m not surprised you don’t know why.”

Wolfram turned to face a bashful double black, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. “Oh? Are you going to make me guess?”

His chuckle relieved some of the tension, “No, I won’t make you guess.” Yuuri reached out to grasp both of Wolfram’s hands in his. “A year ago today, we were siting outside, in the garden. Greta was playing with some of the other kids who were visiting and you made a picnic lunch for us to eat while we sat and watched them. There was a moment when you looked at me and laughed, and everything just kind of hit me at once. I was happy, happier than I’d ever been. I couldn’t describe it to you at the time, but I know now. I love you Wolfram. And that was the first moment I realized it. Our life together, it’s already perfect. You make it perfect. So I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, and how much I appreciate everything you’ve ever done to make me happy. It’s amazing, I mean, you’re amazing. Eh, now I feel like I’m rambling…”

Wolfram chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it’s perfect. Everything is perfect.” He pressed a gentle kiss to hiss fiancé’s lips. “I love you, Yuuri.”

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A/N: I asked for a kkm prompt and @loozje delivered!

If you're not in the kkm discord then idk what you’re doing

#kyou kara maou #Kyo Kara Maoh #kkm #yuuram #wolfyuu #Yuuri Shibuya #Wolfram von Bielefeld #fanfic #maruma #my work #my writing #my fanfic #drabble #writing #fluff #love #its sappier than i intended #i was gonna make it dirty but it ended up all fluff #thanks for the suggestion!

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romanssippycup · 6 years

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Afterlight Ch. 1 - Disbelief

(Hey everyone! I managed to write chapter 1 in one day. I’m very surprised at myself. This going very well so far!! I’m having a blast writing it! I hope you all are having a blast reading it! If you are new, you might want to read the prologue first. It’s not completely necessary, but I suggest you do if you want some more information into the characters! That’s it and I hope you enjoy!)

Prologue

AU: Lighthouse/Human

Afterlight Chapter 1 - Disbelief

Ships: Platonic LAMP/CALM, ????, ????

Words ~ 2,365 ~

Warnings: Food mention, some swearing

June 28th 2018

7:24 A.M.

“179. 180. 181.” As each of Virgil’s feet planted on a step, climbing the lighthouse became slightly less of a burden task. He recited each number like he had countless times, knowing that with each stride he was closer to finishing his job for the day. At one point near the top of the lighthouse, he stopped to set the thirty gallon bucket of oil down to rest his biceps from the strenuous job of carrying it up ten flights of stairs. He sat down mopping his brow and pulling out his phone, determined to get the little bit of Wi-Fi that lingered on just those few steps that he sat on.

A noise of frustration was pulled from his lips once he discovered just how spotty the Wi-Fi from a nearby building was today. After his connection timed out from checking his tumblr status, he shoved his phone back in his pocket, grabbed the bucket of oil, and continued climbing, grumbling the whole way up. He hadn’t reached the Stevenson’s lamp on the top floor for a second before he heard someone call his name from the ground.

“Virgil!!” The twenty-two-year-old groaned, having just made it to the top.

“What Patton?! I just made it to the top! Let me rest DANGIT!” He set the oil down, and looked at his blackened, slick hands making a disgusted face before wiping them off on his skinny jeans and black hoodie. No matter how often he got oil on his hands he still despised the feel of it. Also the fact it didn’t wash off well made the odd scent and texture linger, even when he ate food.

“Well alright there kiddo! Logan wants to talk to us though! Just thought I’d tell you! You can leave the oil there! I’ll take care of it later!” Virgil breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks!” Virgil regarded Patton as the kindest adult for his age. He often felt like the twenty-nine-year-old was the go between if Virgil or their boss, Logan, ever got into an argument. Granted Logan was not an unkind person, but Virgil had a hard time understanding him. More often than not, Virgil and Logan found themselves at odds bickering over how they think the lighthouse should be ran.

On one side, Virgil wanted more technology, an elevator, and an updated lamp so they wouldn’t have to keep polluting the atmosphere. But on Logan’s side, he was obsessed with preserving his lineage and seven generations Foley's work before his. Patton could see the good in both and tried to point out compromises between them. Sadly, they didn’t always work and sometimes the last sounds heard throughout the keepers’ house for the night were slamming doors.

Virgil trudged back down the lighthouse stairs, dreading another one of these arguments with his boss. Last night had ended in a harsh argument, and he wasn’t looking forward to meeting him face-to-face again. Especially at such an early hour. Well, early to him.

Patton was waiting for him at the bottom stairs, smiling as per the usual. It looked like the former father just woke up because of the messy bed-head, crooked glasses, wrinkled jeans, and untied boots. He also stood kind of wobbly making Virgil think Logan had yelled at him for sleeping in again, causing him to sit up too fast.

“Morning Virgil!” Patton grinned as Virgil made his way down the last few steps and to the ground floor.

“Morning Pat.” Virgil yawned and stretched as they walked back to the Keeper’s house together. “How’s Logan this morning?” The smile that Patton gave unnerved him slightly.

“Well kiddo! That’s why I called you. He wants to talk to you!” In his eleven months of being a lighthouse keeper, Virgil would say there was never a moment where he felt more anxious about talking to his boss than this.

“Oh god…” And his anxiety only continued to heighten as they walked towards the door of the Keepers’ house. The reason why Virgil had gotten up so early to get his job done was to avoid Logan, not confront him!

“Don’t worry Virge! Everything’s fine I promise.” Those words should have comforted the black cladded emo since Patton was Logan’s childhood friend and knew him better than many others, but it did nothing to ease the tension in his shoulders as he stepped through the door.

Logan sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper, waving half-heartedly at the two other keepers who now stood in front of him.

“Morning Logan! I have Virgil here with me.” Logan nodded in acknowledgement at Patton’s words, glancing up once then continuing to read an interesting article.

“Thank you Patton. Virgil...I’ve been meaning to talk to you this morning.” He flipped the newspaper page, unable to sense Virgil’s uneasiness.

“Then spit it out! You know how much I hate anticipation! Just tell me I’m fired and I’ll leave!” Virgil bit back causing Logan’s gaze to shoot up to Virgil’s face, his eyes hardening and softening as he searched the keeper’s complexion.

“On the contrary Virgil, I wanted to apologize for last night.” He noticed Virgil’s face twist in confusion as Patton strode past them and poured three mugs of coffee from the kettle for each person in the room. Once Virgil was given his, he sat across from his boss and slurped it up immediately before responding to Logan’s statement.

“Apologize? For what?”

“For my ignorance…”

“You? Apologizing for ignorance? What is this World War III?”

“Please let me finish.” Logan shot him a look.

“Okay, sorry that was uncalled for...”

“Yes. I wanted to apologize for being so against renovation and innovation.”

“But not for yelling at me last night?”

“Yes I apologize for that as well, Virgil. While I’m going to continue to preserve the legacy my forefathers left me after all these years, I’ve come to the conclusion that updating one or two things around this area won’t do too much harm. My grandfather did a similar thing when he bought the radio thats sits on the windowsill.” Logan pointed to the well-used electronic box, it’s antenna pointed outside to get maximum signal.

Virgil was going to comment, but held his tongue lest his words detour Logan from going down the track he wanted him too. “Then...I should probably apologize too.” He responded after choosing his reply carefully. “I don’t know much about family, so it’s hard to relate to someone whose grown up with both parents their whole life.” He wasn’t able to see Patton from his point of view, but the emo was 110% sure he was beaming at the exchange.

“No offence taken, Virgil. We are all skeptical of things that are foreign to us. Can we move on from here?” Logan held out his hand and Virgil shook without a second thought.

“Yeah. I’m cool with that. What are you planning on updating first then?” Patton came around and poured Virgil a second cup of coffee as Logan continued to sip his first.

“I would like to start with the electrical system in the kitchen. I believe we are in need of an electronic coffee maker and a toaster.” Virgil snorted at the way Logan said electronic.

“Toaster? What about...oh I don't know...internet? Wi-Fi? Ever heard of a computer?” Virgin’s grin dropped once he saw Logan’s face had lost its amusement. “Okay okay. One thing at a time. I’m thankful, I promise. Now we don't have to make toast with the oven.” He shot a thumbs up at Patton who enthusiastically returned it.

“Yes. I'm hoping after this update that mornings and nights will be easier on us all.” Logan pushed up his glasses and retrieved his newspaper. “I also have another piece of information that will interest both of you.” Patton turned his attention from the stove he was making scrambled eggs on to Logan. “Could you turn the radio on Patton?”

“Sure thing!” He whistled quietly to himself as he sauntered over and flipped the switch on, listening as the radio crackled to life.

“...another brilliant high-jack staged by a clan of Rogues off of the northern New York Coast led by none other than Roman Sanders himself. Now if you remember from our earlier debriefing rogues are citizens of different countries who were ostracized by their own governments and took to the seas to escape. Some with their families, some not.

This particular clan of Rogues actually attacked a barge, taking control of it with their combined forces and sending the large ship back where it came from, ending any sort of trading that was happening between western and eastern Atlantic countries. Studies show that American, British, French, and other governments are quite upset about these rogue attacks and are doing their best to contain them, but are having no such luck so far.

Experts say that the notorious Roman P. Sanders, also the prior first mate of Captain Roger T. Shrike who was thought to be the first Rogue of the millennium until his sudden disappearance in October of 2008, is behind all rogue activity in the Atlantic Ocean. This includes the disappearance of occasional ships and planes, and unexplainable phenomenons such as “strange lights and/or noises” some sailors claimed to experience when they passed through what is now known as Rogue Waters.

One question asked commonly by many is why Roman showed back up on the sea three years after his captain’s vanishing. Even still the Rogue captain tends to go missing during the month of July only to reappear on radar again around August 1st, the same pattern continuing throughout the last seven years. Where does the Rogue Captain go during his down time? During that month, it is stated by one of our rogue spies that Roman’s younger cousin and first-mate, Remington S. Sanders, is put in charge while the captain is on leave-”

Patton shut the radio off, rubbing his temple as he traveled back to the other side of the kitchen where breakfast was cooking. “Roman’s coming isn't he?” Patton asked as he took breakfast off of the stove and began spreading the servings equally between three plates.

“Roman always comes.” Logan set his newspaper down glancing at Virgil’s surprised face, before turning back to Patton. “Ever since the shipwreck the radio talked about, he has always come back. Although my parents and I infuriated him while he was living with us, he was still thankful for the shelter and the company. He even came to my father’s funeral when he heard the news of his passing, four years ago.” Virgil looked horrified, but his face was ignored by both of the bespectacled people in the room, even when Pat set his food in front of him.

“I was there too ya know.” Patton joked slightly.

“Yes, but you didn’t have to sail 1,000 miles urgently across the Atlantic risking your fame, fortune, and skin to be with the ones you loved.” Patton chuckled lightly at Logan’s jesting.

“I know. I know. I’m just kidding with you.”

“Wait wait wait wait!” Virgil finally caught their attention as both heads swiveled in his direction. “You’re telling me...that the most famous Rogue in the Atlantic...is coming here...for a month! And you both know him!?”

“Yes. This is where he comes every July.” Logan lifted his mug to Patton which he ignored and set the kettle in front of Logan so he could poor his own coffee.

“Wha-why!?” Virgil practically shouted! “Why didn't you guys tell me?!”

“Shhh!!” Patton quieted Virgil with a hand on his shoulder. “He’s wanted in over ten different countries including this one. We didn't tell you because we were afraid you’d turn him and by extension, us, in. This is the only safe place he has.” Logan nodded in agreement, looking at the youngest keeper with concern.

“It’s not that we didn’t trust you. We were just being frugal with our knowledge. But now that we’ve told you, what will you do?” Virgil leaned back in his chair, taking in all the information and suddenly losing his appetite..

“I’m not going to tell anyone if that’s what you’re asking. I mean why would I turn in one of the few people that is actually fighting against our corrupt government? Wait…” Virgil’s eyes grew as a realization struck him. “Is that why this place doesn’t have any Wi-Fi or internet?! To keep the lighthouse somewhat off the grid and out of suspicion?!”

Logan chuckled for the first time that morning. “Definitely not the only reason, but certainly one of them. Though Roman appreciates the safety, he’d rather me update as much as I can. Also it explains why you haven’t seen him, because I hired you as a keeper at the beginning of August, two days after Roman last left.”

“Oh my god…” Virgil rested his head on the table, rubbing his face in disbelief. “It’s too early for this...and I don’t even have makeup on! I’m just gonna go chew on this shit while I try to comprehend my fucking life.” The emo stood from his chair and slumped back to his room.

“Language Virgil. Don’t make me revoke my offer about pouring the oil for you!” Patton called after as Virgil’s door was about to close.

“Sorry Pat!” And a click was heard shortly after.

Patton sighed, sitting in the chair Virgil was just in across from Logan. “How do you think it’s gonna go?”

“Hm?” Logan sipped his coffee and finally began to eat the food in front of him. “How is what going to go?”

“This visit with Roman. I’ve only met him a couple times and this will be the first time Virgil’s seen him.” Patton also began eating. “I’m just afraid of something happening between them like the last keeper you had.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Virgil has his head on straight, even if he is...slightly odd. I’m almost positive no one will be hurt this time.”

“The only reason I ask, Logan, is because Virgil hates surprises and we both know how Roman is.” Logan frowned slightly.

“Unfortunately, with Roman it’s always a surprise.”

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drundertalescum · 7 years

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Could you write something with US! Paps and US! Undyne? Your own interpretation?

So I got this prompt and planned to get it done quickly because I planned on things being icy between these two, and staying that way. Then the characters surprised me and I ended up fleshing both of them out much more than I’d set out to.

My justification for the length is that I got a prompt while I was writing this for US!Pap trying to be cool and that’s already a running theme here.

Anyway, thank you very much for this prompt! It helped me figure out both of these pals a lot more. And I’m pretty sure SwapPap has 100% of my own major flaws so thats fun.

Warnings for social awkwardness, depression, self-destructive optimism, some swearing, and dorks. I can’t think of any other warnings but it’s a weird little ficlet.

Words: 1341

“oh. uh, heyyy undyne. long time, no see…”

“Oh. Yeah. Hey Paps–Papyrus. Yeah, it’s… it’s been a while hasn’t it?”

Papyrus attempted a casual nod, but it turned out stiff and short. He cursed himself for being awkward. No wonder Undyne never called anymore. Stupid. “yuuup,” he added, not intending to answer verbally but seeing no other way to soften the tension in his neck and in the air. Verbalizing had not helped. Undyne seemed to shy away even more than she had been. He was coming off as dismissive. She probably thought he didn’t want to talk to her. He did. Just… maybe not right now? He was kind of… busy?

Yeah.

He was just busy. Very busy.

Busy drinking his coffee. It’d gone cold long before Undyne arrived.

He’d been quiet for too long, and she took it as a cue to talk. “Heard your brother is trying to join the guard. Good for him.”

“yeah, he is,” he replied, glancing around the room for a hint or an out. There was none to be found. “he’s pretty excited about it. didn’t think it was his thing, you know?”

Undyne nodded even though she didn’t know. She knew of Sans, but she didn’t know him. “Sooo… you… look…” the water monster paused, looking for something on the skeleton’s features. He blinked back at her, wearily, and wondered if she found it. At last she sighed, and with a quirk of her brows, said with an old confidence, “You look like shit.”

“NYEhehe–” Papyrus covered up his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie, trying to muffle out the sound. Giggling would ruin his image but that comment had been so unexpected! And true, probably. Very, very true. He’d always appreciated that bluntness. “I LOOK LIKE SHIT!?” he said with fake offense and a genuine smile, getting a bit too loud in his sudden excitement. He cleared the throat he didn’t have and quieted down. His enthusiasm remained. “have you looked in a mirror??”

Undyne grinned; it was great to see. “Look at us, man. We’re a freaking mess. Both of us.”

Papyrus nodded, not trying to seem cool and casual but managing to pull it off this time. He kicked the chair across from him out from the table. This gesture was meant to be cool and casual, a way to say ‘come sit with me, friend! i’m so excited that you are talking to me again and you don’t hate me!’ The chair squealed loudly against the linoleum floor and earned him glares from all around the crowded cafe. He ducked his neck into his hood as much as he was able, and asked with a squeak of badly concealed embarrassment, “so, what’s up?”

Undyne hesitated, sighed, but she couldn’t resist the question. Too much was up, and she was too used to confiding in him. She took a seat and leaned in close enough to drop her volume down, but not enough to make it clear to every patron in the bakery that she was spilling a dark secret. “I… uh… I made a mistake, Papyrus.” She gave Papyrus a long, groom and serious, so he would understand. “A couple of mistakes, actually. Dozens of mistakes. Technically.” She’d wanted to clarify. She’d rambled instead.

“that’s… a startlingly large number of mistakes…”

“Yeah. Yeah, it hasn’t been a great month, honestly.”

Papyrus didn’t miss the air to her voice when she said that. It hadn’t been a great month for him, either. He couldn’t remember the last great month he’d had. He hummed in acknowledgement. “is it something we can fix?”

‘We.’ Always ‘we.’ Undyne frowned. “It’s my responsibility, Pap. Seriously, you don’t need to get involved in this. It’s my mistakes, my headaches, my problems. I need to deal with them.”

“but now you’ve gotten me curious! and i can help you! i… i think it would be very nice to have the team together again.”

“The team? Pap, no.”

“Pap, YES!” he shouted with enthusiasm and a decidedly uncasual (yet still cool) table slam, before feeling at his neck as if that would bring him back to his target levels of volume and demeanor. Surprisingly, it did. “i mean you and i. we worked well together, always, and i’ve missed it terribly! all of it! hard work, late nights… i don’t sleep anyway!” His hand sank down to chest level, his slouch vanishing and an unplanned pose forming as his hopes rose again. It was a pattern that those who knew him well knew far too well. His spirits would soar with each new plan, always high, always racing higher, and always crashing down in the end. Maybe Papyrus was naive, but he did not think it would happen again. Not this time. And the pattern repeated as he struck a pose over cold coffee in an unwashed hoodie. “i believe that whatever the problem, i - no - we, can find a solution!”

Undyne did not want to drag anyone else into her messes and her mistakes. She’d considered it. Oh stars, of course she’d considered it, but Papyrus was the only one she would ever trust with this, and she knew the pattern better than anyone, because she was usually the one along for the ride. She’d kept quiet for this long, working alone. Undyne was passionate about helping people, protecting people, and asking Papyrus to jump back aboard the roller coaster again was the opposite of helping or protecting. It was harmful. She knew this. When things turned sour he could not cope. Each fall was that much harder than the last.

…but Undyne lived on passion and enthusiasm and there was no greater source of it in the Underground than a Papyrus determined. She fed off of his optimism and he from her energy and together, combined, their capabilities could rival the CORE’s. And so Undyne said “Okay,” and just that, knowing she’d just doomed them both should this new goal not be met. But this time, it had to. This time, they would win. Because she was determined and never gave up, and he was brilliant, creative and persistent, and against their combined forces, science didn’t stand a chance! “Let’s do it.”

Papyrus grinned widely, whatever fog he had wrapped himself in when Undyne entered having lifted entirely now. He floated up from his seat at the table to a few feet from the door, bouncing slightly in place. So much for being cool, calm and casual.

“What, you can’t even get up and push in a chair like a normal person? Geez, you’re getting so lazy!”

“i prefer the term energy efficient!” Papyrus grinned and winked stuffing his hands in his pockets after a momentary finger gun to accompany. Undyne smirked, and Papyrus continued. “because i am an expert in the field of both energy and efficiency! because that was my previous occupation before our boss imploded,” he explained the joke, killing it swiftly and without mercy.

“Yeah, I, uh. I got that.”

“right.” Papyrus blinked, self consciousness edging into his features before being quashed a moment later. He remembered something. “oohh right. hey! can you put it–”

“On your tab. Okay, Papyrus,” the spider replied, rolling four eyes, the fifth focused directly on Papyrus’s soul. She had, of course, already put it on the tab. He would pay up someday. She would be sure.

Papyrus smiled, unintimidated, and gave her a little curtsey as he ran out the door. “TO THE LABORATORY!!!”

Undyne chased after, shouting with a volume to match her best friend’s. “TO THE LAB!!!”

“by the way, undyne, umm… why did you come all the way here? you didn’t order anything.”

“You know, I just came for a little… pick me up!!”

“NYEH!!!” Papyrus jumped out of the way just in the knick of time, bringing his hood over his head to protect his precious scalp. He landed face down in the snow, but he had won the battle of the wits on this day.

“PLEASE DON’T NOOGIE THE SKELETON!!!”

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taenthusiast5-blog · 7 years

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DNA

Yoongi x Reader Word count: 6224 “No you can't stop DNA.”

"STOP IT! LET HER GO!" six year old Yoongi screamed seeing his monster of a father hold his delicate mother against a wall by her throat.

"Yoongi sweety its ok. Moms fine. Go back to bed." His mother choked out while his father watched him with black eyes.

"No mama. N-not again." He stuttered out, terrified by the man he couldn't recognize.

"Its ok baby. I'll be in soon to tuck you back in. Please baby." His mother pleaded to her little boy, praying his fathers wrath didn't turn on the boy.

"Listen to your mother brat." His father spat out causing Yoongi to visibly flinch. He glanced to his mother and she nodded. So, ducking his head from his fathers scrutinizing watch, he trotted off to bed.

Two hours passed, filled with his fathers slurred words, his mothers screams, glass shatters, and finally sirens ending it all. Yoongi's room was filled with red and blue lights, the sirens dying out once they reached his home. New shouts filled the air, but these were shouts of commands, from voices Yoongi couldn't recognize.

Soon his mother came to his room, like she promised, but her lip was bleeding and he could see hand prints forming on her cheek and neck. Her arms imprinted with the fingerprints left from his father.

"Are you ok mommy?" He asked watching her carefully as his tiny hand came up to caress her bruised cheek.

"Yes. Moms fine baby. Time to go to sleep." She whispered and kissed his forehead. He laid down and let her tuck him in. With another kiss to his forehead she left him, the house dark and silent. For the first time in years, Yoongi fell asleep to the sound of silence, instead of the sound of his mothers tears.

10 years later

Yoongi stumbled in to the small home he and his mother shared, slamming the door and turning on all the lights, not noticing his mother sleeping on the couch in his druken state.

Waking up his mother saw him stumbling and failing to get to his room. Standing she crossed to her inebriated son and wrapped her arms around him helping him to his room, like she had done with his father so many years ago.

"Im fine. I don't need your help Mom." He growled, yet leaned most his weight on her.

"Of course you are. Im just walking with you to your room." She cooed, coaxing his anger to subside.

"You always think you're right! Im fine let go of me!" He said pushing her arms from him and let her stumble into the wall.

"God be carful. You'll break something." He said stumbling the rest of his way into his room. He slammed his door and the hinges shook, cringing with months of misuse. His mother slid her back down the wall parallel to his door, letting her frustration and sorrow out in silent tears. Her beautiful, sweet little boy had transformed into a younger yet worse version of his father. His anger had grown over time due to the abandonment he felt from his father, and encouraged by his troubled young friends. Once being his source of light, she had now become the target for his rage.

Yoongi himself had been noticing his monstrous actions for the evil they were. Through he acknowledged how he was acting it only pushed him down his dark path. He went out every weekend, drank, smoked, and fought, as much, if not more than his father did, but he couldn't stop. He liked the thrill of fighting and the calm of the drinks he consumed, but something screamed at him to quit his actions before he got in trouble.

Two years later

"Hello Ms. Min. Yoongi is here again."

"Fighting or Drunk driving?" The exhausted woman asked the officer calling her home once again.

"Drunk fighting." Officer Kim said sounding as exhausted as Yoongi's worn mother. "Why do you keep bailing him out? Why not leave him in jail?" Her long time friend asked, finally fed up with the woman letting not only her husband but her son hurt her.

"He could change."

"You said that with him. You can't change Yoongi without giving him a reason to change."

"Not tonight." His mother sighed, not ready to let her baby stay behind bars. She wanted to agree with her friend and just leave Yoongi to fend for himself, but the fear of his anger held her back.

"Alright. It's the usual price. See you soon."

Yoongi watched from the holding cell as his mothers friend hung up the phone and glared at him. She watched him just as he had watched his father, and he glared back with his fathers eyes.

"I hope for her sake you find something to change for." Officer Kim said and walked down the hall and out the holding doors to the front office. He scuffed watching her leave, then his cold eyes roamed over the two other men inside the cell with him.

One was the poor kid he had demolished in his fight. He was smaller than Yoongi and weaker, both mentally, and physically. The brat wouldn't even look at Yoongi now. But the other he couldn't see. They were small in every way with their hood up over their face blocking anyway for someone to see their face. Yoongi couldn't tell whether it was a girl or a scrawny teenage boy. He watched them for a while, trying to see if they would move, but they were as stationary as a statue. After some time a buzzer went off and a girl Yoongi somewhat recognized came towards the cell he sat in, followed by a young and innocent looking boy and someone he recognized all too well.

"Y/F/N, you're out." An officer announced causing the mysterious person in the back to look up. Sure enough it was another girl he recognized which surprised him.

"You go to my school." Yoongi announced as the girl stood. She turned to glare at him and he smirked. "Funny you noticed. You never show up." She snapped back but didn't move from where she stood in front of the bench she was once resting on.

"Cute. Didn't know you noticed me that much Y/F/N."

"She doesn't." Taehyung said through a clenched jaw. Obviously he was either dating the girl or he liked her, which Yoongi decided to take advantage of. But before he could speak again, the other girl stepped in. "Tae we don't have time for this. We have to get her back before Jin wakes up."

"Oh so you're Jin's little sister. I thought you looked familiar." Yoongi interjected noticing how the tension increased within the group.

"Uh ya. I am." Y/F/N said shoving her fists into the pockets of her jacket.

"Well you wouldn't want your brother to worry about you. You should go." Yoongi said, his smile like the Cheshire Cat's. With that the group looked at each other wondering what was up his sleeve.

"Y/N can you get the guard to open the door? I wanna leave." Y/F/N said and the other girl, Y/N, nodded heading over to the officer keeping out of the conversation going on.

"Listen Yoongi. Stay away from us." Taehyung said staring daggers at him, but Yoongi only smirked. The officer walked to the door of the cell and opened it, allowing Y/F/N to walk out and go straight under Taehyung's arm. The group walked away in silence making Yoongi smile a sickening smile.

"Have a goodnight Taehyung." He called out to the fleeing group. They stopped and he could see every muscle in Taehyung bulge in furry. Y/F/N faced him and made him look at her while she whispered to him. The innocent looking boy looked quickly between Taehyung and Yoongi but his eyes were anything but innocent. The boys eyes were a storm of rage and confusion. His fists were clenched by his sides and it seemed that that was the only thing keeping the boy from acting. Y/N on the other hand looked completely calm, but her head was tilted a bit to the side showing her confusion. The air was sucked from his lungs when he saw that she wasn't glaring at him, her eyes weren't filled with disgust like everyone else when they looked at him, or the lust that usually filled women eyes when they saw him. Her eyes were clear and unwavering from his as she watched him. He starred back at her the scene he started melting away from his mind as he watched her.

Yoongi didn't understand the interest that was growing within him as he watched Y/N. He could tell that she wasn't a goody two shoes, but she also wasn't some extreme trouble maker. She seemed to be associated with people who got themselves into trouble, like her friend, or with people who used to make as much trouble as Yoongi did now, Taehyung. He didn't understand where she fit into the group but he would find out eventually.

"Y/N. Lets go." Taehyung said causing the staring match to end abruptly as she tore her eyes from his. She simply nodded and gave Yoongi one last look before turning and leaving with the other three. Yoongi stared after her to see if she would look back again, but she didn't. What he did see as they left was his tired mother walk into the door they just walked out of and stare at him with empty eyes.

"Lets go sweetie." Her voice was like a whisper to him yet he winced. He could see the bags under her haunting eyes and the dull grey color that seemed to wash out her once tan and glowing skin. He knew deep down he was the one to blame for her fading life, but he couldn't escape his DNA. At least thats what he told himself.

You walked with Jungkook, Y/F/N, and Taehyung back to his car, your mind on the boy behind the bars. You knew he and Taehyung had history but you could have never guessed that it would have been this bad.

"Can you believe him! He has some fucking nerve." Taehyung grumbled to Y/F/N as they walked in front of Jungkook and you.

"I know Tae. But look at it this way, you moved on from that life, he hasn't. He will end up sitting in a jail cell, rotting away, while you are out in the world making something of yourself. I mean look at you now. You have come so far Tae. Don't worry about some guy like him." Y/F/N said comforting her seething boyfriend.

You couldn't help but scuff to yourself listening to her, which alarmed you. On any normal day you would have agreed with her. Yoongi was just some guy who was nothing but trouble, and sure you and your friends weren't the best kids around but you were sure better than him. Thats what you had always thought until you actually looked at the boy. At first you wanted to tell yourself those bars would always be between Yoongi and the outside world, but another part of you screamed louder that he was hurting, that something must have happened to make him this way.

No Y/N. He's exactly what Y/F/N says he is.

But is he?

You pinched yourself to bring yourself out of your thoughts.

"He's really mad isn't he." Jungkook whispered to you causing you too nod. Jungkook was your best friend since you guys were babies. Both your families worked for them same business so naturally they all knew each other and were long time friends. They weren't anything special to the company which is why you and Jungkook lived in the rundown side of town. Y/F/N and her dad moved to your city when her dad got transferred to your parents building. Naturally moving onto your block, Y/F/N was lonely. All her friends where back in her home town and she had no one. She spent a lot of nights alone drinking outside her house since her both her dad and her brother worked all the time. You and Jungkook would watch her from your window during the first week she was there. She would disappear a lot with a black backpack and didn't come back till early in the morning which only made her more interesting. One night as she climbed out of her window you and Jungkook intercepted her, causing her to scream but it was stopped by Jungkook crashing his hand on top of her mouth only sending her into a frenzy. After explaining to her that you weren't going to hurt her and you just wanted to hang out she instantly calmed down. Since that night the three of you were inseparable.

"I haven't seen him this mad since the day we met him." You whispered, remembering the Taehyung you had met the night Y/F/N, Jungkook, and yourself were walking home at midnight after a spray paint adventure you all took.

The three of you rounded the corner onto your street and found the infamous Kim Taehyung fuming and sitting right in the middle of Y/F/N driveway. Walking up to him slowly he didnt notice your little group until you cleared your thought and spooked him.

"What the hell. Why are you three out here right now?" He asked but not really interested as he went back to sulking in his anger.

"Do you know what neighborhood this is? You're lucky we found you and not some cop." Y/F/N said staring Taehyung down. He didn't look at any of you he just stared straight ahead and continued to radiate anger.

The three of you didn't know what to do. Y/F/N had to go home but the two of you wouldn't leave her here with Kim Taehyung outside her house.

"Are you juts going to sit outside her house all night waiting to get your ass kicked or something Kim Taehyung?" Jungkook asked which caused Taehyung to glare at him.

"What is she your girlfriend or something? Didn't know it was her house anyway." He grunted but didn't move.

"I'm just his friend. Why are you here anyway. Aren't you a little far from your mustang and fancy house." Y/F/N bit out.

'She really has thing for living on the edge.' You thought to yourself watching him turn his gaze to her. He studied her for a minute his face softening for a minuet then went back to stone turning from her.

"Why would you care what I'm doing here anyway." He said but his voice was calmer with her. She cocked her head to the side. Next thing you knew she was sitting in front of Taehyung looking into his eyes.

'Yup. She's gonna get herself killed.' You thought again.

"It's my house. Now since your on my property, my dad isn't home, my brother is asleep, I'm not tired from the run we just had, and these guys won't leave till you do, spill it." She said. Taehyungs eyes grew wider with each declaration from her and she smiled.

"So big bad Kim Taehyung gets flustered around girls. Noted." She smirked at him and he scoffed at her.

"Please, you won't know flustered until I get you alone." He said smirking right back at her.

"Watch it Kim." This time your surprised yourself when you bit at him. He looked at you a little confused but shrugged and turned back to your friend. Jungkook took a seat next to her and you sat on her other side.

"You guys wouldn't understand." He said genuinely, looking hurt by his own words.

"Try us. You might be surprised." Jungkook said, showing Taehyung that he had a chance and there wasn't judgment going on right now.

"Well you probably know Min Yoongi if you know me so I'll come right out with it. He's my best friend. We grew up together and every time his dad got hauled in he came to my place. It was me and him against the world.

"Naturally we both got into partying and drinking and fighting and all that but Yoongi always went crazier than I did. He didn't give a shit about anything anymore so why not just black out and forget it all. But he never saw how bad he had gotten. Sure fighting guys was fine but as soon as he put his hands on a girl I drew the line." Taehyungs voice cut off in anger, but it wasn't just anger. We could see the tears forming in his eyes as his frustration and sadness seeped out. Almost like she read his mind Y/F/N moved next to him and gently laid her hand on top of his but didn't say a word. He looked up and her and she just watched him, silently willing him to say everything.

"I told him that he was going to turn out just like his dad. I regretted what I said but I had to get him away from that poor girl. She didn't know he would be like that. He flipped out on me and we got into a fight. He landed a few good punches but he was so drunk it didn't really do anything, till his dumbass decided to break a bottle and start going crazy."

You gasped and searched Taehyung for any cuts, noticing Y/F/N do the same until her eyes landed on something and widened.

"Taehyung you're bleeding." She said and pulled on his hand to get him to stand. He grunted in pain but did what she wanted. You and Jungkook followed going straight into the bathroom. Y/F/N had sat Taehyung on the toilet and she sat on the rim of the bathroom waiting on you to take over.

You eyes traveled to the dark blood stain on his white shirt. You lifted the area and looked at his wound. It didn't need stitches but it was bleeding a fair amount. Jungkook had pulled the first aid box they stashed in her cupboard and started pulling out cttenballs and disinfectant.

"Y/F/N where is all the wrapping?" Jungkook asked sifting through the box.

"Shit. I forgot we're out, we used it all up on your hand when you put it though glass." She said and bit her lip.

"Give me your tank top." You deadpanned and wet a cloth to clean off his wound.

"What?" She asked in disbelief.

"You heard me. Take it off. You have enough black tank tops." You said returning to Taehyung, earning a grumble from Y/F/N. She slipped out of her jacket and then took off her tank top.

"You better be damb grateful." She bit at Taehyung and slipped back into her jacket but didn't bother to zip it up seeing as she had on a sports bra.

"How could I not be." Taehyung said, pain seeping into his words.

And thats how your friendship started. Knowing the story between the two boys didn't make it easy to truly understand the bond they had and why Taehyung was so mad that night. You felt that he held back with you and Jungkook but had told Y/F/N about it, but that was his story to tell. All you knew was that Yoongi affected him, and not in a good way.

"Y/N, are you ok? You look sick love." Y/F/N said as she watched you from the front seat of Taehyung's mustang.

"Ya I'm good. Just thinking." You said, you could tell she wanted to ask more but she held back knowing that there was already too much tension in the car from Taehyung. The ride was silent and the tension didn't let up as Taehyung dropped Junkook and you off in front of your houses. He parked his car in Y/F/N driveway and shut off his car.

"Lets give them some space Y/N." Jungkook said and pushed you towards your front door. You nodded and we went your separate ways. Your mind traveled from worrying about your best friend too thinking about the guy making him act this way.

'This is going to be a long night.' You said to yourself and got ready for bed.

"God I hate this place." He muttered and killed the engine. He got a nod from the other three of you and a slam of each door. You all walked to your lockers and stashed your bags inside of them taking the books you needed for the class you were about to walk into.

"Kookie what class do we have right now?" You asked trying to remember if it was math or history today.

"History today Y/N." He said, the others waiting on you.

"At east we are all together." Y/F/N said smiling at you while leaning her back against her locker with Taehyung leaning his side against the one next to her. You noticed his rigid stance as soon as she did and you all followed his cold glare to the end of the hallway.

Min Yoongi was standing there watching you. His eyes bore into yours locking you in place. Your mouth went dry but you couldn't look anywhere but him.

"Y/N lets go." Taehyung said and grabbed your arm pulling you along with the others but your stare stayed on Yoongi. He watched as Taehyung pulled you away then huffed and strolled in the opposite direction.

Three weeks passed before you saw Yoongi again, but it definitely wasn't a happy reunion. You and your three friends were walking along abandoned train tracks going to a freight compartment that you had renovated into a hang out space. Jungkook had a backpack full of food and drinks, Taehyung had different CDs to listen to and Y/F/N had her paint. You never expected to see someone in your space so as you pulled open the sliding door to the freight you almost screamed as your eyes landed on Yoongi sprawled out on your couch.

Standing stalk still his eyes landed on your stone form and he smirked.

"Not expecting me princess?" As soon as the words flowed from his mouth Taehyung jumped into the freight almost growling in anger. Yoongi's smirk only spread into a full blown smile. "Hey Taehyung. What are you doing here." Yoongi said sitting up on the couch.

Taehyung balled the front of Young's shirt as he pulled him to a standing position. "What the hell are you doing here?" Taehyung snarled at Yoongi, yet it didn't faze the boy.

"I came across this cozy little place and decided to take a load off. I should have know the artwork in here belong to none other than you little delinquent girlfriend." Yoongi said turning to smirk at your friend, only making Taehyung more angry. He threw Yoongi up against the wall of the freight causing the boy to smack his head against the metal.

"She isn't the delinquent. You are Min Yoongi."

"Are you sure about that? Cause I seem to remember that she was holed up in a holding cell with me a few weeks back. You remember that don't you, Y/F/N." Yoongi called out the last part and shamelessly checked out the girl once he found her, obviously just trying to egg Taehyung on.

Tae got ready to slam Yoongi back into the wall when Y/F/N hands landed on his chest.

"Please don't Tae. Just let him go. Please Tae. Not now, not today." She begged her eyes searching her boyfriends. Normally, you knew that this tactic world work but with what Yoongi had done and his smirk still plastered onto his face Tae just pushed Y/F/N back and continued to slam Yoongi into the metal wall.

"Tae stop!" Y/F/N yelled as Tae punched the unsuspecting boy in the face. Thats when a full on fight broke out between the two. They punched, kicked, shoved, and slammed one another into walls. You three let it go on until a glass bottle was shattered and you saw blood on one of the shards.

"STOP IT BOTH OF YOU!" You heard yourself yelling before you registered anything. Yoongi and Taehyung were both breathing hard and standing opposite one another. "What caused you two to be like this?! You used to be friends! This is so immature. Why not just work it out so you don't inflict anymore pain on one another." You said walking towards the boys. Jungkook and Y/F/N watched you as you inched towards the two boys.

"Cant you forgive one another?" You asked finally close enough to see Yoongi had a cut on his porcelain skin. The two stared at each other not really knowing what to do, they obviously couldn't see how they could ever move past the horrible thing that must have happened. Finally Taehyung held out his bleeding hand to Yoongi with a lopsided smile.

"She's right Yoongi. This has gone on for too long." You weren't surprised that Tae was the one to reach out first, he had always been a forgiving and loyal person. But you knew nothing about Yoongi, so you watched in anticipation to see if he would shake Tae's had or smack it away and storm out on his old friend.

Feeling your eyes on him Yoongi looked up and directly into your eyes. He had no clue what to do. He knew that all the years he had spent with Taehyung were too special to lose, but how would he ever be accepted by you or your friends. He wasn't like you, he was so much worse.

Before you all had found him he had looked around the compartment and had seen all the writing and painting you had done. It wasn't like your friends art, it was pure but tainted in the same way. It was both light and dark, while your friends art was either light or dark. Your quotes where everywhere and it made him feel lost yet found all at the same time. He wanted to understand you and see you the way he knew your friends could, but he was scared that his DNA would get in the way again.

With a sigh that lifted some of the weight from his chest he gripped Taehyungs hand and smiled back at him. "Way too long." He uttered looking to Taehyung. He saw all the malice Taehyung had for him wash from his eyes and they were filled with the childlike excitement Taehyung's soul pushed out.

The two boys smiled at one another and pulled each other in for a hug, and not a dumb bro hug but an actual forgiving and loving hug. Once they let go Y/F/N walked up to Taehyung's side and smiled at Yoongi. "Welcome to the family Yoongi." She said and he smiled at her. "Now, Y/N can clean up your cut. Tae and I are gonna step out. Kookie, coming?" She turned and pinned Jungkook with her, 'You're coming wether you like it or not.' look so Jungkook simply nodded and hopped out of the freight with the couple. Yoongi sat on the couch and you pulled out a small first aid kit. It was silent for a while, you worked on bandaging the cut and Yoongi just watched you. You worked up the courage to look at him and when you did his breath caught just like it did when you looked at him the night you picked up Y/F/N from the station.

"Are you and Taehyung really done fighting?" You asked not wanting to ask if he really was going to stick around.

"Taehyung was my best friend. You seemed to change him for the better, so yes, I'm done." He said somehow seeming to pick up on the unsaid question.

"Good." You stated simply and he smiled. You could tell that you were one of the very few who looked past his reputation to see him, and at that moment you were glad you didn't listen to your friends.

Yoongi hadn't gone to a party in almost two months, but like he knew, old habits died hard.

He had stumbled upon the party when he was going home from work one night. Jin and Y/F/N had offered to take him home but he had refused, he knew now he should have accepted. Walking in he was hit with memories of his experiences and it almost made him turn around and leave, almost.

He picked up a red cup filled with some kind of alcohol and downed it instantly, feeling the burn in his throat, igniting the need for more, to feel that burn again. He picked up another cup, then another and another until his mind was foggy and he felt the blissful looseness he used to feel. Girls flung their drunken selves at him but he didn't bother with them, he had an overwhelming urge to punch something. His sober thoughts told him to call you or Taehyung and get him out of there but his drunk thoughts screamed that he was going to have fun and let lose. He hadn't noticed the people taking pictures of him and spreading them telling people he had returned to the party scene and they should probably stay away if they didn't want to get killed.

Your phone lit up with a text from Y/F/N in all caps.

'GET YOUR ASS OUTSIDE YOONGI IS DRUNK AT SOME PARTY AND WE HAVE TO FIND HIM BEFORE HE GETS IN TROUBLE. IF YOU ARENT OUTSIDE IN 2 IM COMING IN THROUGH YOUR WINDOW AND DRAGGING YOU INTO THE CAR.-Y/F/N'

You didn't even reply, you couldn't. The only thing you could think about was all the things that could be happening and that pulled you out of the door without changing. Taehyungs car was running and waiting in the middle of the street ready to go when you jumped into the backseat and pants were shoved into your hands. You changed into the pants and the tension was so thick you felt it almost choke you.

"You girls might not want to come inside." Taehyung said when he pulled down the street the party was on.

"She might be able to help." Y/F/N said, receiving a nod in response from Taehyung. He pulled into a vacant space next to the curb and shut off his car. Jungkook walked into the party first followed by yourself and Y/F/N and Taehyung brought up the rear. Music blared and people grinded up against each other or danced erotically so that someone would come and dance with them. Almost everyone was as some point of intoxication, and the ones that weren't just pointed to where they knew you wanted to go. Walking deeper into the party his mint green hair finally made its appearance. Some tiny girl was trying to push herself onto him but he looked uninterested and just moved away from her but reached for another cup.

"Pretty please dance with me Yoongi? We used to dance all the time. Please Yoongi!" She whined in a squeaky mouse like voice that made you cringe.

"He doesn't want to dance with you." You said coming forward to the front of the group. Yoongi's lazy eyes sharped at the sound of your voice but his frown only deepened at the sight of you.

"How did you guys find me?" He asked with genuine confusion, but his question wasn't answered when the girl placed her hand on his chest and coldly bit at you. "How would you know kiss up? We have done much more than dance. Do you really think he would ditch me for you four? Please." She said brushing you off like you where the dust covering her shoes.

"I don't think. I know." You bit back, her stupid voice only annoying the shit out of you.

"You don't know anything bitch." She squeaked getting into your face.

"Wow how original. Ask Yoongi who he wants to go with. It'll be us thats for damn sure." You said calmly but burning with the need to shove her.

"Shut up prude! He would never like someone like you!" She said and pushed your shoulder lightly. Y/F/N stiffened but the fire in her eyes told you that she was close to lunging at this random girl.

"Ya but he isn't interested in a slut like you either so I guess we are on the same page aren't we." You said smiling sweetly. Her hand lifted to swing at you but was caught in Yoongi's grip.

"If you even think about touching her you'll wish you never came to this party and insulted my girl that way." He growled at her and tossed her wrist aside like it was a piece of useless trash.

"She's nothing compared to me Yoog! She'll never give you what you want!" The girl yelled pouting like a child.

"You didn't either." He stated and turned to walk out. You saw him stay close to Taehyung and saw Taehyung steady his friend multiple times ushering him towards the door. You and Y/F/N made it half way out of the party before you both felt arms being wrapped around you and yourselves being forcefully turned. You could smell the alcohol pouring of their tongues and it made you want to hurl.

"Why don't you two stay a little while. Im sure Yoongi and Taehyung won't mind sharing." One slurred tightening his grasp on you when you tried to get away from his body. Your eyes widened and you saw your friend stiffen again, but this time she was terrified. Her already pale skin turned bright white, as if all her blood had just stopped pulsing through her body.

"You should really let go of them."

A shiver went through you as you heard Yoongi's growl from behind. You turned and saw both he and Taehyung were in a attack position. Yoongi's fists were balled at his sides and the menacing glow in his eyes was all but friendly. His gaze was fixed on the male who had you trapped in his hold, but the man didn't seem fazed. He brushed his sweaty hand over your hair and you shivered again, only agitating Yoongi more.

"We just wanna play guys. You've never been offended before. Whats so different now? Have you both gone soft?" The man holding Y/F/N asked caressing her cheek, causing her to close her eyes in pure fear. That was the drawing point for Taehyung. He lunged at the guy knocking Y/F/N out of his arms and dragging him to the ground. Yoongi took the distraction to get you safely out of the other guys arms and then knocking him to the ground. You watched as Yoongi had the intoxicated male pinned to the ground, repeatedly landing blow after blow to the mans face and body. Yoongi kept up until the mans face flowed blood and Yoongi heaved for breath. He slowly stood and reached out for you, needing to feel that you were safe again. You didn't hesitate so you tucked yourself into his arms, feeling like you were being sheltered from the world. You could still hear Taehyungs breathing and his rapid punches.

"Tae stop. She's ok man. We gotta go." Yoongi said facing the two of you towards his friend but didn't let go of you. But Taehyung didnt stop until he heard Y/F/N whimper. He stopped abruptly and turned to her. Tears were streaming down her face and the look of terror hadn't faded from her eyes. He stood and took her into his arms immediately.

"You're right, we have to go. Now." Taehyung said and Yoongi nodded. They scooped the two of you into their arms and rushed to your car. Jungkook hopped into the front and the four of you got into the back. You and your friend sat in the boys laps each being comforted.

"Im sorry you had to see all of that." Yoongi whispered to you pulling you tightly against him, afraid to let you go too far. You nuzzled your face into his neck and breathed him in. You could smell the alcohol tainting his scent but you pushed past it and finally found the comforting smell that Yoongi always had. He smelt fresh and minty, while also having a metallic smell under all of it. His unique sent comforted you and made you feel safe.

"Its ok. Just hold me." You whispered back, holding him as tightly as he held you.

"I can't escape my DNA. I can't be perfect or changed like Taehyung." Yoongi whispered to you warning you of what was too come if you chose to stick with him.

"I don't want you to change. I want you Yoongi." You said and that was that. DNA or not Yoongi was yours and you where his.

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Yoongi x Reader

“STOP IT! LET HER GO!” six year old Yoongi screamed seeing his monster of a father hold his delicate mother against a wall by her throat.

“Yoongi sweety its ok. Moms fine. Go back to bed.” His mother choked out while his father watched him with black eyes.

“No mama. N-not again.” He stuttered out, terrified by the man he couldn’t recognize.

“Its ok baby. I’ll be in soon to tuck you back in. Please baby.” His mother pleaded to her little boy, praying his fathers wrath didn’t turn on the boy.

“Listen to your mother brat.” His father spat out causing Yoongi to visibly flinch. He glanced to his mother and she nodded. So, ducking his head from his fathers scrutinizing watch, he trotted off to bed.

Two hours passed, filled with his fathers slurred words, his mothers screams, glass shatters, and finally sirens ending it all. Yoongi’s room was filled with red and blue lights, the sirens dying out once they reached his home. New shouts filled the air, but these were shouts of commands, from voices Yoongi couldn’t recognize.

“Are you ok mommy?” He asked watching her carefully as his tiny hand came up to caress her bruised cheek.

“Yes. Moms fine baby. Time to go to sleep.” She whispered and kissed his forehead. He laid down and let her tuck him in. With another kiss to his forehead she left him, the house dark and silent. For the first time in years, Yoongi fell asleep to the sound of silence, instead of the sound of his mothers tears.

10 years later

Yoongi stumbled in to the small home he and his mother shared, slamming the door and turning on all the lights, not noticing his mother sleeping on the couch in his druken state.

“Im fine. I don’t need your help Mom.” He growled, yet leaned most his weight on her.

“Of course you are. Im just walking with you to your room.” She cooed, coaxing his anger to subside.

“You always think you’re right! Im fine let go of me!” He said pushing her arms from him and let her stumble into the wall.

“God be carful. You’ll break something.” He said stumbling the rest of his way into his room. He slammed his door and the hinges shook, cringing with months of misuse. His mother slid her back down the wall parallel to his door, letting her frustration and sorrow out in silent tears. Her beautiful, sweet little boy had transformed into a younger yet worse version of his father. His anger had grown over time due to the abandonment he felt from his father, and encouraged by his troubled young friends. Once being his source of light, she had now become the target for his rage.

Yoongi himself had been noticing his monstrous actions for the evil they were. Through he acknowledged how he was acting it only pushed him down his dark path. He went out every weekend, drank, smoked, and fought, as much, if not more than his father did, but he couldn’t stop. He liked the thrill of fighting and the calm of the drinks he consumed, but something screamed at him to quit his actions before he got in trouble.

Two years later

“Hello Ms. Min. Yoongi is here again.”

“Fighting or Drunk driving?” The exhausted woman asked the officer calling her home once again.

“Drunk fighting.” Officer Kim said sounding as exhausted as Yoongi’s worn mother. “Why do you keep bailing him out? Why not leave him in jail?” Her long time friend asked, finally fed up with the woman letting not only her husband but her son hurt her.

“He could change.”

“You said that with him. You can’t change Yoongi without giving him a reason to change.”

“Not tonight.” His mother sighed, not ready to let her baby stay behind bars. She wanted to agree with her friend and just leave Yoongi to fend for himself, but the fear of his anger held her back.

“Alright. It’s the usual price. See you soon.”

Yoongi watched from the holding cell as his mothers friend hung up the phone and glared at him. She watched him just as he had watched his father, and he glared back with his fathers eyes.

“I hope for her sake you find something to change for.” Officer Kim said and walked down the hall and out the holding doors to the front office. He scuffed watching her leave, then his cold eyes roamed over the two other men inside the cell with him.

One was the poor kid he had demolished in his fight. He was smaller than Yoongi and weaker, both mentally, and physically. The brat wouldn’t even look at Yoongi now. But the other he couldn’t see. They were small in every way with their hood up over their face blocking anyway for someone to see their face. Yoongi couldn't tell whether it was a girl or a scrawny teenage boy. He watched them for a while, trying to see if they would move, but they were as stationary as a statue. After some time a buzzer went off and a girl Yoongi somewhat recognized came towards the cell he sat in, followed by a young and innocent looking boy and someone he recognized all too well.

“Y/F/N, you're out.” An officer announced causing the mysterious person in the back to look up. Sure enough it was another girl he recognized which surprised him.

“You go to my school.” Yoongi announced as the girl stood. She turned to glare at him and he smirked. “Funny you noticed. You never show up.” She snapped back but didn't move from where she stood in front of the bench she was once resting on.

“Cute. Didn't know you noticed me that much Y/F/N.”

“She doesn't.” Taehyung said through a clenched jaw. Obviously he was either dating the girl or he liked her, which Yoongi decided to take advantage of. But before he could speak again, the other girl stepped in. “Tae we don't have time for this. We have to get her back before Jin wakes up.”

“Oh so you’re Jin’s little sister. I thought you looked familiar.” Yoongi interjected noticing how the tension increased within the group.

“Uh ya. I am.” Y/F/N said shoving her fists into the pockets of her jacket.

“Well you wouldn't want your brother to worry about you. You should go.” Yoongi said, his smile like the Cheshire Cat’s. With that the group looked at each other wondering what was up his sleeve.

“Y/N can you get the guard to open the door? I wanna leave.” Y/F/N said and the other girl, Y/N, nodded heading over to the officer keeping out of the conversation going on.

“Listen Yoongi. Stay away from us.” Taehyung said staring daggers at him, but Yoongi only smirked. The officer walked to the door of the cell and opened it, allowing Y/F/N to walk out and go straight under Taehyung’s arm. The group walked away in silence making Yoongi smile a sickening smile.

“Have a goodnight Taehyung.” He called out to the fleeing group. They stopped and he could see every muscle in Taehyung bulge in furry. Y/F/N faced him and made him look at her while she whispered to him. The innocent looking boy looked quickly between Taehyung and Yoongi but his eyes were anything but innocent. The boys eyes were a storm of rage and confusion. His fists were clenched by his sides and it seemed that that was the only thing keeping the boy from acting. Y/N on the other hand looked completely calm, but her head was tilted a bit to the side showing her confusion. The air was sucked from his lungs when he saw that she wasn't glaring at him, her eyes weren't filled with disgust like everyone else when they looked at him, or the lust that usually filled women eyes when they saw him. Her eyes were clear and unwavering from his as she watched him. He starred back at her the scene he started melting away from his mind as he watched her.

“Y/N. Lets go.” Taehyung said causing the staring match to end abruptly as she tore her eyes from his. She simply nodded and gave Yoongi one last look before turning and leaving with the other three. Yoongi stared after her to see if she would look back again, but she didn't. What he did see as they left was his tired mother walk into the door they just walked out of and stare at him with empty eyes.

“Lets go sweetie.” Her voice was like a whisper to him yet he winced. He could see the bags under her haunting eyes and the dull grey color that seemed to wash out her once tan and glowing skin. He knew deep down he was the one to blame for her fading life, but he couldn't escape his DNA. At least thats what he told himself.

“Can you believe him! He has some fucking nerve.” Taehyung grumbled to Y/F/N as they walked in front of Jungkook and you.

“I know Tae. But look at it this way, you moved on from that life, he hasn't. He will end up sitting in a jail cell, rotting away, while you are out in the world making something of yourself. I mean look at you now. You have come so far Tae. Don't worry about some guy like him.” Y/F/N said comforting her seething boyfriend.

No Y/N. He’s exactly what Y/F/N says he is.

But is he?

You pinched yourself to bring yourself out of your thoughts.

“He’s really mad isn't he.” Jungkook whispered to you causing you too nod. Jungkook was your best friend since you guys were babies. Both your families worked for them same business so naturally they all knew each other and were long time friends. They weren't anything special to the company which is why you and Jungkook lived in the rundown side of town. Y/F/N and her dad moved to your city when her dad got transferred to your parents building. Naturally moving onto your block, Y/F/N was lonely. All her friends where back in her home town and she had no one. She spent a lot of nights alone drinking outside her house since her both her dad and her brother worked all the time. You and Jungkook would watch her from your window during the first week she was there. She would disappear a lot with a black backpack and didn't come back till early in the morning which only made her more interesting. One night as she climbed out of her window you and Jungkook intercepted her, causing her to scream but it was stopped by Jungkook crashing his hand on top of her mouth only sending her into a frenzy. After explaining to her that you weren't going to hurt her and you just wanted to hang out she instantly calmed down. Since that night the three of you were inseparable.

“I haven't seen him this mad since the day we met him.” You whispered, remembering the Taehyung you had met the night Y/F/N, Jungkook, and yourself were walking home at midnight after a spray paint adventure you all took.

“What the hell. Why are you three out here right now?” He asked but not really interested as he went back to sulking in his anger.

“Do you know what neighborhood this is? You're lucky we found you and not some cop.” Y/F/N said staring Taehyung down. He didn't look at any of you he just stared straight ahead and continued to radiate anger.

The three of you didn't know what to do. Y/F/N had to go home but the two of you wouldn't leave her here with Kim Taehyung outside her house.

“Are you juts going to sit outside her house all night waiting to get your ass kicked or something Kim Taehyung?” Jungkook asked which caused Taehyung to glare at him.

“What is she your girlfriend or something? Didn't know it was her house anyway.” He grunted but didn't move.

“I’m just his friend. Why are you here anyway. Aren't you a little far from your mustang and fancy house.” Y/F/N bit out.

‘She really has thing for living on the edge.’ You thought to yourself watching him turn his gaze to her. He studied her for a minute his face softening for a minuet then went back to stone turning from her.

“Why would you care what I'm doing here anyway.” He said but his voice was calmer with her. She cocked her head to the side. Next thing you knew she was sitting in front of Taehyung looking into his eyes.

‘Yup. She’s gonna get herself killed.’ You thought again.

“It’s my house. Now since your on my property, my dad isn't home, my brother is asleep, I'm not tired from the run we just had, and these guys won't leave till you do, spill it.” She said. Taehyungs eyes grew wider with each declaration from her and she smiled.

“So big bad Kim Taehyung gets flustered around girls. Noted.” She smirked at him and he scoffed at her.

“Please, you won't know flustered until I get you alone.” He said smirking right back at her.

“Watch it Kim.” This time your surprised yourself when you bit at him. He looked at you a little confused but shrugged and turned back to your friend. Jungkook took a seat next to her and you sat on her other side.

“You guys wouldn't understand.” He said genuinely, looking hurt by his own words.

“Try us. You might be surprised.” Jungkook said, showing Taehyung that he had a chance and there wasn't judgment going on right now.

“Well you probably know Min Yoongi if you know me so I’ll come right out with it. He’s my best friend. We grew up together and every time his dad got hauled in he came to my place. It was me and him against the world.

“Naturally we both got into partying and drinking and fighting and all that but Yoongi always went crazier than I did. He didn't give a shit about anything anymore so why not just black out and forget it all. But he never saw how bad he had gotten. Sure fighting guys was fine but as soon as he put his hands on a girl I drew the line.” Taehyungs voice cut off in anger, but it wasn't just anger. We could see the tears forming in his eyes as his frustration and sadness seeped out. Almost like she read his mind Y/F/N moved next to him and gently laid her hand on top of his but didn't say a word. He looked up and her and she just watched him, silently willing him to say everything.

“I told him that he was going to turn out just like his dad. I regretted what I said but I had to get him away from that poor girl. She didn't know he would be like that. He flipped out on me and we got into a fight. He landed a few good punches but he was so drunk it didn't really do anything, till his dumbass decided to break a bottle and start going crazy.”

You gasped and searched Taehyung for any cuts, noticing Y/F/N do the same until her eyes landed on something and widened.

“Taehyung you're bleeding.” She said and pulled on his hand to get him to stand. He grunted in pain but did what she wanted. You and Jungkook followed going straight into the bathroom. Y/F/N had sat Taehyung on the toilet and she sat on the rim of the bathroom waiting on you to take over.

“Y/F/N where is all the wrapping?” Jungkook asked sifting through the box.

“Shit. I forgot we’re out, we used it all up on your hand when you put it though glass.” She said and bit her lip.

“Give me your tank top.” You deadpanned and wet a cloth to clean off his wound.

“What?” She asked in disbelief.

“You heard me. Take it off. You have enough black tank tops.” You said returning to Taehyung, earning a grumble from Y/F/N. She slipped out of her jacket and then took off her tank top.

“You better be damb grateful.” She bit at Taehyung and slipped back into her jacket but didn't bother to zip it up seeing as she had on a sports bra.

“How could I not be.” Taehyung said, pain seeping into his words.

“Y/N, are you ok? You look sick love.” Y/F/N said as she watched you from the front seat of Taehyung’s mustang.

“Ya I’m good. Just thinking.” You said, you could tell she wanted to ask more but she held back knowing that there was already too much tension in the car from Taehyung. The ride was silent and the tension didn't let up as Taehyung dropped Junkook and you off in front of your houses. He parked his car in Y/F/N driveway and shut off his car.

“Lets give them some space Y/N.” Jungkook said and pushed you towards your front door. You nodded and we went your separate ways. Your mind traveled from worrying about your best friend too thinking about the guy making him act this way.

‘This is going to be a long night.’ You said to yourself and got ready for bed.

“God I hate this place.” He muttered and killed the engine. He got a nod from the other three of you and a slam of each door. You all walked to your lockers and stashed your bags inside of them taking the books you needed for the class you were about to walk into.

“Kookie what class do we have right now?” You asked trying to remember if it was math or history today.

“History today Y/N.” He said, the others waiting on you.

“At east we are all together.” Y/F/N said smiling at you while leaning her back against her locker with Taehyung leaning his side against the one next to her. You noticed his rigid stance as soon as she did and you all followed his cold glare to the end of the hallway.

Min Yoongi was standing there watching you. His eyes bore into yours locking you in place. Your mouth went dry but you couldn't look anywhere but him.

“Y/N lets go.” Taehyung said and grabbed your arm pulling you along with the others but your stare stayed on Yoongi. He watched as Taehyung pulled you away then huffed and strolled in the opposite direction.

Standing stalk still his eyes landed on your stone form and he smirked.

“Not expecting me princess?” As soon as the words flowed from his mouth Taehyung jumped into the freight almost growling in anger. Yoongi’s smirk only spread into a full blown smile. “Hey Taehyung. What are you doing here.” Yoongi said sitting up on the couch. Taehyung balled the front of Young’s shirt as he pulled him to a standing position. “What the hell are you doing here?” Taehyung snarled at Yoongi, yet it didn't faze the boy. “I came across this cozy little place and decided to take a load off. I should have know the artwork in here belong to none other than you little delinquent girlfriend.” Yoongi said turning to smirk at your friend, only making Taehyung more angry. He threw Yoongi up against the wall of the freight causing the boy to smack his head against the metal.

“She isn't the delinquent. You are Min Yoongi.”

“Are you sure about that? Cause I seem to remember that she was holed up in a holding cell with me a few weeks back. You remember that don't you, Y/F/N.” Yoongi called out the last part and shamelessly checked out the girl once he found her, obviously just trying to egg Taehyung on.

Tae got ready to slam Yoongi back into the wall when Y/F/N hands landed on his chest. “Please don't Tae. Just let him go. Please Tae. Not now, not today.” She begged her eyes searching her boyfriends. Normally, you knew that this tactic world work but with what Yoongi had done and his smirk still plastered onto his face Tae just pushed Y/F/N back and continued to slam Yoongi into the metal wall.

“Tae stop!” Y/F/N yelled as Tae punched the unsuspecting boy in the face. Thats when a full on fight broke out between the two. They punched, kicked, shoved, and slammed one another into walls. You three let it go on until a glass bottle was shattered and you saw blood on one of the shards.

“STOP IT BOTH OF YOU!” You heard yourself yelling before you registered anything. Yoongi and Taehyung were both breathing hard and standing opposite one another. “What caused you two to be like this?! You used to be friends! This is so immature. Why not just work it out so you don't inflict anymore pain on one another.” You said walking towards the boys. Jungkook and Y/F/N watched you as you inched towards the two boys. “Cant you forgive one another?” You asked finally close enough to see Yoongi had a cut on his porcelain skin. The two stared at each other not really knowing what to do, they obviously couldn't see how they could ever move past the horrible thing that must have happened. Finally Taehyung held out his bleeding hand to Yoongi with a lopsided smile.

“She's right Yoongi. This has gone on for too long.” You weren't surprised that Tae was the one to reach out first, he had always been a forgiving and loyal person. But you knew nothing about Yoongi, so you watched in anticipation to see if he would shake Tae’s had or smack it away and storm out on his old friend.

But as Yoongi looked into your eyes all he saw was clear anticipation. Wether it was because he always kept people on their toes or because she wanted to know him the way he desperately wanted to know you, he didn't care. He watched you for some kind of answer and when he saw your eyes travel to Tae’s hand he knew he would accept his outstretched hand in friendship. With a sigh that lifted some of the weight from his chest he gripped Taehyungs hand and smiled back at him. “Way too long.” He uttered looking to Taehyung. He saw all the malice Taehyung had for him wash from his eyes and they were filled with the childlike excitement Taehyung’s soul pushed out. The two boys smiled at one another and pulled each other in for a hug, and not a dumb bro hug but an actual forgiving and loving hug. Once they let go Y/F/N walked up to Taehyung’s side and smiled at Yoongi. “Welcome to the family Yoongi.” She said and he smiled at her. “Now, Y/N can clean up your cut. Tae and I are gonna step out. Kookie, coming?” She turned and pinned Jungkook with her, ‘You're coming wether you like it or not.’ look so Jungkook simply nodded and hopped out of the freight with the couple. Yoongi sat on the couch and you pulled out a small first aid kit. It was silent for a while, you worked on bandaging the cut and Yoongi just watched you. You worked up the courage to look at him and when you did his breath caught just like it did when you looked at him the night you picked up Y/F/N from the station.

“Are you and Taehyung really done fighting?” You asked not wanting to ask if he really was going to stick around.

“Taehyung was my best friend. You seemed to change him for the better, so yes, I'm done.” He said somehow seeming to pick up on the unsaid question.

“Good.” You stated simply and he smiled. You could tell that you were one of the very few who looked past his reputation to see him, and at that moment you were glad you didn't listen to your friends.

Yoongi hadn’t gone to a party in almost two months, but like he knew, old habits died hard. He had stumbled upon the party when he was going home from work one night. Jin and Y/F/N had offered to take him home but he had refused, he knew now he should have accepted. Walking in he was hit with memories of his experiences and it almost made him turn around and leave, almost.

Your phone lit up with a text from Y/F/N in all caps.

‘GET YOUR ASS OUTSIDE YOONGI IS DRUNK AT SOME PARTY AND WE HAVE TO FIND HIM BEFORE HE GETS IN TROUBLE. IF YOU ARENT OUTSIDE IN 2 IM COMING IN THROUGH YOUR WINDOW AND DRAGGING YOU INTO THE CAR.-Y/F/N’

“You girls might not want to come inside.” Taehyung said when he pulled down the street the party was on.

“She might be able to help.” Y/F/N said, receiving a nod in response from Taehyung. He pulled into a vacant space next to the curb and shut off his car. Jungkook walked into the party first followed by yourself and Y/F/N and Taehyung brought up the rear. Music blared and people grinded up against each other or danced erotically so that someone would come and dance with them. Almost everyone was as some point of intoxication, and the ones that weren't just pointed to where they knew you wanted to go. Walking deeper into the party his mint green hair finally made its appearance. Some tiny girl was trying to push herself onto him but he looked uninterested and just moved away from her but reached for another cup.

“Pretty please dance with me Yoongi? We used to dance all the time. Please Yoongi!” She whined in a squeaky mouse like voice that made you cringe.

“He doesn't want to dance with you.” You said coming forward to the front of the group. Yoongi’s lazy eyes sharped at the sound of your voice but his frown only deepened at the sight of you.

“How did you guys find me?” He asked with genuine confusion, but his question wasn't answered when the girl placed her hand on his chest and coldly bit at you. “How would you know kiss up? We have done much more than dance. Do you really think he would ditch me for you four? Please.” She said brushing you off like you where the dust covering her shoes. “I don't think. I know.” You bit back, her stupid voice only annoying the shit out of you.

“You don't know anything bitch.” She squeaked getting into your face.

“Wow how original. Ask Yoongi who he wants to go with. It’ll be us thats for damn sure.” You said calmly but burning with the need to shove her.

“Shut up prude! He would never like someone like you!” She said and pushed your shoulder lightly. Y/F/N stiffened but the fire in her eyes told you that she was close to lunging at this random girl.

“Ya but he isn't interested in a slut like you either so I guess we are on the same page aren't we.” You said smiling sweetly. Her hand lifted to swing at you but was caught in Yoongi’s grip.

“If you even think about touching her you’ll wish you never came to this party and insulted my girl that way.” He growled at her and tossed her wrist aside like it was a piece of useless trash.

“She's nothing compared to me Yoog! She’ll never give you what you want!” The girl yelled pouting like a child.

“You didn't either.” He stated and turned to walk out. You saw him stay close to Taehyung and saw Taehyung steady his friend multiple times ushering him towards the door. You and Y/F/N made it half way out of the party before you both felt arms being wrapped around you and yourselves being forcefully turned. You could smell the alcohol pouring of their tongues and it made you want to hurl.

“Why don't you two stay a little while. Im sure Yoongi and Taehyung won't mind sharing.” One slurred tightening his grasp on you when you tried to get away from his body. Your eyes widened and you saw your friend stiffen again, but this time she was terrified. Her already pale skin turned bright white, as if all her blood had just stopped pulsing through her body.

“You should really let go of them.”

A shiver went through you as you heard Yoongi’s growl from behind. You turned and saw both he and Taehyung were in a attack position. Yoongi's fists were balled at his sides and the menacing glow in his eyes was all but friendly. His gaze was fixed on the male who had you trapped in his hold, but the man didn't seem fazed. He brushed his sweaty hand over your hair and you shivered again, only agitating Yoongi more. “We just wanna play guys. You've never been offended before. Whats so different now? Have you both gone soft?” The man holding Y/F/N asked caressing her cheek, causing her to close her eyes in pure fear. That was the drawing point for Taehyung. He lunged at the guy knocking Y/F/N out of his arms and dragging him to the ground. Yoongi took the distraction to get you safely out of the other guys arms and then knocking him to the ground. You watched as Yoongi had the intoxicated male pinned to the ground, repeatedly landing blow after blow to the mans face and body. Yoongi kept up until the mans face flowed blood and Yoongi heaved for breath. He slowly stood and reached out for you, needing to feel that you were safe again. You didn't hesitate so you tucked yourself into his arms, feeling like you were being sheltered from the world. You could still hear Taehyungs breathing and his rapid punches.

“Tae stop. She’s ok man. We gotta go.” Yoongi said facing the two of you towards his friend but didn’t let go of you. But Taehyung didnt stop until he heard Y/F/N whimper. He stopped abruptly and turned to her. Tears were streaming down her face and the look of terror hadn’t faded from her eyes. He stood and took her into his arms immediately.

“You're right, we have to go. Now.” Taehyung said and Yoongi nodded. They scooped the two of you into their arms and rushed to your car. Jungkook hopped into the front and the four of you got into the back. You and your friend sat in the boys laps each being comforted.

“Im sorry you had to see all of that.” Yoongi whispered to you pulling you tightly against him, afraid to let you go too far. You nuzzled your face into his neck and breathed him in. You could smell the alcohol tainting his scent but you pushed past it and finally found the comforting smell that Yoongi always had. He smelt fresh and minty, while also having a metallic smell under all of it. His unique sent comforted you and made you feel safe.

“Its ok. Just hold me.” You whispered back, holding him as tightly as he held you.

“I can't escape my DNA. I can't be perfect or changed like Taehyung.” Yoongi whispered to you warning you of what was too come if you chose to stick with him.

“I don't want you to change. I want you Yoongi.” You said and that was that. DNA or not Yoongi was yours and you where his.

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