#one hell of a final twist that puts everything we know about these two in a new light

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Hear me out, please |James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Summary: The aftermath of when James found out you were his 'cinderella'. James tries desperately to get your attention to get you to hear him out. A tiny twist.

Notes: Not proofread, grammar mistakes. Timeline might be a little off, but magic so whatever i guess? Sorry for the long wait, I hope you guys will think it was worth it!!

Masterlist Part one Part two

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A lot of things went through James' mind as he stood there in the Great Hall. You could hear a pin drop before Regulus finally shot into action and dashed out the hall to go after you.

The murmuring started to continue now that the first silence had been disturbed.

"Oh gosh, she's so dramatic," your sister laughed. And she put a hand on James' shoulder to pull him back to his seat.

James turned his head slowly. His attention zeroed in on the hand on his shoulder. He coiled away.

"What the fuck have you done," he spat at her.

Marla's eyebrows shot up. "We did you a favour," she stated, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

It sent James over the edge. He grabbed her upper arm and harshly shook it.

"A favour? A favour!?" He asked incredulously. His voice raised in volume. "What on earth is wrong with you!" He screamed and looked around; his eyes blown out. "With all of you!"

"You mean what the hell is wrong with you, James?" Your other sister, Alyssa, piped up. "Why are you defending her?" That last word was spat out with so much disgust that it opened finally James' eyes to what you must have endured. He fought the urge to slap her expression off her face.

James let go of Marla's arm and pushed her a few steps back while doing so.

No, he needed to fix this. He just had to. If you would just listen to him, he would explain it all. And then he'd protect you. From every hurtful comment out there.

If you would just let him.

"Regulus," James grimaced. The boy was blocking his path and view, standing in the doorway. You were out of sight, or at least out of James's sight.

"Potter," Regulus curtly nodded at him.

"I need to talk to her."

"You've said plenty."

James 'brows furrowed, and his jaw flexed. Why was everyone deciding everything for him all of a sudden? Why couldn't everyone just mind their own bloody business? If they had, none of this would have occurred.

He would be patrolling with you in the evening, and you would make him laugh about one of your dry remarks. He wouldn't have known that it was you who he was looking for, but in time, maybe he would've figured it out. Or maybe he would've pushed his mystery girl to the back of his mind to let you and all the new feelings in.

"Actually, I haven't. I haven't said enough because everyone is saying things in my place instead. But I never got the chance to say what I want to say, and every time I do, it seems too late. I just want to talk to her." The words flew out of James' mouth, built up regret, anger, and disappointment from how things had escalated.

"Perhaps you haven't said much." Regulus looked James up and down and weighed his words carefully. "And maybe that's part of the problem. But right now, she's certainly heard enough. She doesn't want your grand words."

James closed his eyes in frustration. He wanted to protest, he wanted to scream at himself and pull his hair out, but ultimately, he just wanted yet another chance.

He hadn't expected it to be you. Not at all, but the longer he thought about it, the more it made sense, and the more it seemed... right. And he didn't know why he had been so adamant to form some sort of relationship with you, but the way his heart blossomed when you were around only pulled him further in.

James looked at the ground, as if the solution to his problems would be written down there.

"Okay," he relented.

Without a moment of hesitation, Regulus went to slam the door in his face but stopped at the box that James held put to him.

"What's that supposed to be?" He flatly asked James.

With a heavy heart, James showed Regulus the pair of glass slippers that you had left behind at the Yule ball, and that he had so carefully carried around with him.

James searched for his words his. "I've been holding on to these to return them to their owner," he made an attempt at a smile but dropped it, feeling pathetic. He wondered if he looked as pathetic to Regulus as well.

"Well, I suppose I should return them, now that I've found her." James pushed the box into Regulus' hands, threw one glance past the boy in hopes to catch a glimpse of you, and rubbed his face with both hands as he dejectedly walked away from the Slytherin dormitory.

Perhaps he could try again later.

You stared at the glass slippers in your hand. It felt cool to the touch and looked so beautiful, but you couldn’t help the bitter taste left in your mouth. With one smooth movement, you threw and smashed one of the slippers against the wall opposite of your bed. It shattered in pieces, and you had to smile at that. Even with every spell to reenforce the glass so you could actually walk on it, it broke. Then you gathered every bit of frustration you had in you, and you screamed as hard as you could, tears flowing in frustration.

You hated that you were crying. But the sheer defeat and powerlessness that you felt was too overwhelming, your voice cracked mid-scream and you threw the other slipper to pieces in anger as well. It wasn’t even about the gossiping amongst the students anymore.

You were so tired; you actually couldn’t bring yourself to care about what everyone must be thinking right now. But your sisters and James. You dug your nails into your palm.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror and straightened your posture. With your hands, you smoothed out your frown, fixed your hair and put on a wide smile. All in all, you looked psychopathic, but anything was better than pathetic. You turned on your heel and got ready for your first morning class.

James watched your empty seat in Divination class. This was the only class in which the last two years were put together. He wondered if you would show up. But he knew you. Possible more than anyone. So, he knew that you would never miss a class, because you wanted perfect grades and a perfect attendance rate. You were just like that. Ambitious.

James mind replayed your words again. He was every worst characteristic of Gryffindor; you had said to him. ‘Arrogant, prideful, and reckless’.

Next to James, Sirius was also lost in thoughts. Your words resonated in his head as well. Prejudice creates a vicious cycle. It was true. Sirius’ eyes flickered towards the other empty seat where Regulus was supposed to be. He had completely abandoned Regulus, giving his brother the cold shoulder, and despising his elitist thoughts, undoubtedly created by his mother. Because he had abandoned Regulus.

Sirius wondered what would have happened if he had tried to maintain a good relationship with Regulus after having been sorted into Gryffindor. He wondered if he would have been able to convince Regulus to run away with him.

There was a knock on the door and Regulus walked in with a blank face. He nodded his head in apology at the Professor and took a seat. The door opened again, this time with a little more force.

“My sincere apologies, professor.” You wore a smile that sent chills up James’ back. His body almost involuntarily shot up to go up to you, but he caught himself, and he longingly looked at you as you passed by instead.

After having gotten used to your discrete gestures of acknowledgement in the form of waves, smiles, nods or even winks, James’ heart tugged when you didn’t spare him a glance. You graciously took a seat and motioned at Professor Trelawney to continue.

James jumped up when class was over. His belongings had long since been packed, and he dashed towards your leaving figure.

“Y/N!” he called out to you.

You turned around and looked him in the eye. All the words that James had prepared during the rest of class escaped his mind. James felt those chills again and he finally understood that in all his years with fights between the two of you, you had been petty, threatening to take points away. You had been angry, throwing insults back at him, and you had very much been a major asshole in general. But you had never been this hostile.

“Let me say this once, so we can all be done with it, and never talk about this again, Potter,” you sharply stated. “I am sorry that I wasn’t who you wanted me to be. However, let me make it clear that this was my secret and mine to share. And I made perfectly clear that I was not going to, so your blatant disrespect to publicly call me out the way you did, is simply appalling.”

Remus called James’ name and James made the mistake to look back. When he turned to you again, you were already further down the hall, turning the corner with a steady pace.

James didn’t see you around anymore until Thursday morning. His eyes basically lit up and he repeated his apology in his head. “L/N, wait,” James tried, and he chased after you. Unlike last time, you didn’t stop. Curious students watched you two pass while James tried to match your pace.

“Hear me out, please.”

“I said all I wanted to say, Potter. Let’s stay out of each other’s way from now on.”

“After you let me explain,” James pleaded.

You laughed. “Nothing you tell me will change my mind. I won’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth.” You gave him an annoyed look.

Still, James was not planning on giving up. You weren’t the only determined one here. He grabbed your arm and dragged you into a room. Your eyes squinted and gave him the dirtiest look they could. James immediately let go of you, hands up in defence, a string of apologies following suit.

You glared at him and went to walk straight out of the room when James pulled you back again, and this time, he cupped the sides of your face, and pressed his lips to yours.

For a moment, you hesitated, utterly confused and surprisingly rather okay with the unwarranted kiss. And then anger hit you. Did he bloody think this would woo you, and sweep you off your feet and make everything alright? How dare he kiss you in attempt to manipulate you. You slapped him across the face in shock less than a second later. James blinked back at you in horror at his own actions.

“Godric, no- I- I am so bloody sorry, I shouldn’t have- I’m- I don’t know what went through my head, please wait-” You slammed the door in his face when you left. James hit his head softly against the door. And then he hit it again but a bit harder as he cursed. “What the hell is wrong with you mate,” he groaned to himself. “You bloody git.”

He stared at the dark wood of the door in front of him reluctantly. To be honest, he wouldn’t mind just staying in the room to rot away, how was he going to face you now?

“Lily, please go in my place,” he begged the redhead. “I’ll take your Tuesday shift, I promise.”

Lily shook her head. “Stop being a baby, James. You reap what you sow and I’m not patrolling tonight.” She walked past James and then turned back around.

“Some friendly advice, James, stop being so pushy. No is no, and it might have been cute as 11-year-olds, but not anymore. We’re no longer kids. But good luck.”

James reluctantly dragged himself towards the Great Hall where he could see you pick your nails in front of the door. He felt ashamed, guilty, and absolutely not ready to look you in the eye.

“Hi,” he awkwardly managed. “So about-“

“You’re late. Let’s get a move on it.” You cut him off.

“Right, yeah, we should do that- patrolling.”

It was quiet, not a word spoken between the two of you as James trailed half a step behind you. He glanced at the side of your face. Shadows and light flickered across your face every time you passed a torch.

The silence of the castle did him good, he realised. He’d much rather walk in silence next to you, than be in the midst of all that chaos that was going on right now. He smiled and stuffed his hands in his pocket happily.

“What are you smiling about,” you asked, a frown on your face.

“Hm? What? Oh, sorry.” The smile dropped of James’ face.

“Well, you don’t have to stop smiling because I said so,” you shot him a strange look. “I just wanted to know what’s so funny.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” A beat. And then, “Lily told me to stop trying to apologise to you if you don’t want to hear it.”

You considered his words. You supposed you mostly wanted someone to be angry at. You didn’t want to hear James out and then maybe see that your anger was misdirected. You wanted to stay bitter.

“I don’t.”

“Okay, well, I’ll stop.”

“Good.”

Despite the fact that he hadn’t been able to apologise, and nothing had been cleared up between the two of you, both of you felt yourselves relax a little more. You continued to roam the corridors in silence.

The next three patrols were spent in the same basked silence, occasionally one or two words exchanged. James had so many things he wanted to tell you, but he didn’t want to ruin anything. And then you suddenly spoke up again.

“Good luck tomorrow.”

James perked up at your words. “Thank you,” he grinned at you gratefully. “Are you going to watch the game?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ll be helping out in the infirmary.”

“Did you finish your herbal research then?”

Your eyes flickered up at him in surprise. “Yeah, Madame Pomfrey and I will put it to test.” James nodded along.

“Well, if you ever need a patient, I’d volunteer,” he joked. He watched in triumph as you shook your head in amusement.

“Better check your broom for hexes tomorrow,” you replied. “wouldn’t want you to fall off your broom and break a bone or two.” James snorted.

You pulled the curtain to the side with an exasperated expression. “I was only kidding Yesterday, Potter. What on earth are you doing here.”

James gave you a weak smile, trying to hide the pain in his arm and ribs. “Volunteering to be your very first patient, of course.”

“Tell me you didn’t break your bones on purpose,” you squinted your eyes at him.

“I didn’t break my bones on purpose,” James obediently replied. He shifted in curiosity as you rummaged through a cabinet. “Is this not fixable with any spells?” He pondered when he saw you pull out several vials.

“Externally, yes. But you’d be in the same excruciating pain as if they were still broken. You motioned towards the vials. “Hence the herbal potions.”

“Is that the one with the Nettle and Dittany?” James nodded his head to the bottle on the left.

You hummed in approval, not bothering to hide the fact that you were impressed. “Who knows, Potter. Maybe you have a future of a healer as well.” James beamed in pride at your compliment.

“Just keeping my options open.” James sighed happily. He was glad that he could joke around with you again. You tapped a bottle against his cheek. He let you pour the potion into his mouth.

“Now what?”

“Now we wait.” You pulled out a stool and sat down with a notebook in case you needed to take notes of the effects of the potion. At one point, you must have fallen asleep with your face buried on James’ infirmary bed. A strand of hair was tickling your nose and you huffed to get it out of the way. James shifted to tuck it away with his non-injured hand.

You opened your eyes and jumped up. You looked around disoriented and when your eyes landed on James, who had tilted his head, you felt embarrassment creep up on you. “I’m terribly sorry, that was unprofessional of me. Are you feeling any better?”

James nodded. He sat up to prove it, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “All better. And if you get to apologise, so do I, right?” He looked at you hopefully, internally praying that you wouldn’t just march out straight away. “Will you hear me out?”

You sighed, knowing what would come next, but this time you sat down on the stool again instead of walking away.

“I didn’t know.” When you didn’t respond, he repeated himself. “I didn’t know it was you, and I didn’t know it was going to be published in the newspaper because I wouldn’t do that- you know that I wouldn’t.”

He looked at you and saw you staring back at him. He took it as a sign to continue and cleared his throat. It felt so dry all of a sudden. You quietly reached for a cup of water and handed it to him. James took a sip, a deep breath, and started to ramble on without breaks.

“Sirius found your parchment and then you sisters found it too, but I didn’t. I really didn’t. Sirius said they had already run off and he tried to fix it on his own, so he didn’t tell me, and I only found out right before you did and I would never have written such a mean article about you, because we’re friends- well, at the very least I considered us friends- and I just wanted you to like me because-” James stopped.

“What, you fancy me?” you rhetorically commented. 

James’ heart stopped and his face flushed. “No, of course not! I just- Well, I don’t know- It’s, uh I guess I just,” James tried to form a coherent answer, trying to weigh what answer would scare you away.

You frowned and let your eyes flicker across his face. “Stop it,” you shook your head in denial.

“Would it be so bad?” James murmured. “I didn’t know. But I know I liked the girl behind the paper. And I know I liked my patrol partner.” He hesitated and took a step forward. “I think you liked me too, before you knew my name.”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Before I knew your name. Once I learned it, I no longer did,” you lied. “Because we would never work. Every student said so. All the whispers and comments, insults and rumour were right.”

James shook his head.

“So, date me to spite them. Prove them wrong,” It was a pathetic attempt, but he saw the consideration flash in your eyes, and the more he thought about it, the more he started to get convinced that this was a decent idea.

“You’d have us enter a fake relationship to spite everyone?”

“It wouldn’t be fake to me,” James shrugged, getting more confident by your open attitude. “And who knows, maybe I can convince you that the guy from the paper is still inside of me.”

“This is so stupid,” you shook your head.

“Guess what,” Sirius asked Remus, he covered the page of the book Remus was reading to capture his attention.

Remus slapped Sirius’ hand away. “What,” he replied curtly. Sirius moved to sit on the table of the library. “Are you angry?”

“Mildly annoyed, yes.”

“Because…” Sirius trailed off unsurely. He hoped that Remus would finish the sentence for him, which, luckily for Sirius, Remus did.

“Because I think it’s time you guys stop pestering her. I know you planned to get James in the infirmary. Leave her be, you’ve done enough damage as it is.” He sounded disapproving. Sirius dropped himself back on the table, laying across it as if he was a sacrifice on an altar.

“Prongs likes her.”

“Yeah? Well, he’s handling it terribly,” Remus drily remarked. He took off his glasses and started to wipe them with the hem of his sweater. Sirius patted his pockets, reached into his left one and handed Remus a cleaning cloth for glasses.

“Why are you guys nice to me,” Remus asked quietly.

“What are you talking about Moony, you’re our best friend?”

“I know, but why?” Remus lowered his voice. “I’m a werewolf, aren’t I? I’m a literal monster. So why are you nice to me. But somehow feel the need to keep pranking and bullying Slytherin students? We’re in our last year. Don’t you think we should grow up?” And with ‘we’, he meant ‘Sirius and James’.

‘I know, Moony.”

“Do you now?”

“I think I’m going to talk to Regulus.”

Remus choked on his spit. “I’m sorry, Pads, you’re what?”

“I just don’t want to be like L/N’s siblings. I know I sort of am, but I don’t want to be. And you said we should start being nicer right?”

“Pads, last time you said something to him, he literally hexed you.”

“I insulted him,” Sirius heard himself say and he felt weird for a moment.

“He’s after your ass during every Quidditch game, trying to knock you off your broom.”

“Well, that’s just the point of Quidditch,” Sirius defended again.

Remus smiled at Sirius. “Alright, just be careful. Mid-terms are coming up and I’m too busy with studies to fix you up again.”

Sirius grinned. “If all goes well with Prongs, I could ask L/N to patch me up.” Remus threw a quill at him. “I think I’ll go find L/N later, see if she knows where my brother is.”

The door opened and Remus looked behind him. He did a double take and put his glasses back on to make sure he was seeing things correctly. Sirius was still laying on the table, looking at the ceiling.

“I think I’ve found her,” Remus remarked, uncertainly.

Sirius sat up and gaped at the sight on you and James, walking into the library together while talking. James was holding a pile of books and by the colour of the cover, he knew that those were not James’.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something?”

You looked up in alarm at the words and found Sirius and Remus sitting at a table in the corner. “We talked it out,” you nonchalantly mentioned. Remus gave you a smile and Sirius just stared at you. Then; “Hell yeah, Prongs, I knew you had it in you to confess.” Sirius jumped off the table and patted you on the back with a grin.

You laughed back uncertainly and looked at James with questioning eyes. James looked back at you, reassuringly. He moved all of your books to one hand and guided you to a seat with the other.

“Where’s Regulus,” Sirius asked immediately as soon as you sat down.

You raised your eyebrows. “He’s in the astronomy tower. Didn’t want to join James and I to the library.” You smiled at recollection of the younger Black’s reaction to you and James.

“No way.” He had replied. “What are you two planning?” James had looked at Regulus with an offended look. “What are you talking about? I fancy Y/N and she fancies me, so we decided to make it official.”

“Yeah, I’ll believe you fancy Y/N, but there is just no way she would enter a relationship with you of all people. What’s the deal.”

Sirius nodded. “Well,” he started, “I mean, if he wants to, he uh, the library is a public space, so he could join. If he wants.” Sirius awkwardly sat down on a chair. You squinted your eyes at him. “I’ll be sure to let him know,” you said. You watched as Sirius puffed out a sigh in relief.

You glanced down at the messy scribbles on Sirius’ paper and raised your eyebrows. You’d imagined that the elder Black would have a better handwriting than that. “Anyway, do you need help with Transfiguration as well?”

The news of your relationship spread like fire. Your sisters both received it with a sour look on their faces. “He’ll see we were right, and he’ll leave you again,” they said, purposely loud enough for you to hear it. James had just entered the room and walked straight past them towards you with a flower. He dropped it next to you and sat down beside you.

Against your will, your heart made a small jump and the corners of your mouth tugged upwards. James’ eyes flickered towards your lips and quickly looked away happily. Then he leaned in a little and whispered, “We’re not breaking up if it’s up to me.”

He shifted in his seat, subtly scooting over closer to you. “Go on a date with me tonight,” James whispered.

“We don’t have time tonight. Patrol, remember?” You argued back.

James grinned and shook his head. “Afterwards.”

“It’s past bedtime afterwards. I will not-”

“Sneak around the castle and get caught, I know. But you forget that I have an invisibility cloak.”

You laughed this time. “I’m almost tempted to take 20 points off Gryffindor for your outrageous plan.” Your eyes twinkled and James joined in. He put his hand over his heart in fake shock. “You wouldn’t do that to your boyfriend,” he squinted his eyes, challenging you.

“If he misbehaves,” you answer amusedly. But then you hummed in thought. “Fine, I’ll bite, what do you have in mind.”

James’ grin widened. “The lake’s still frozen,” he whispered. You deadpanned. “I can’t skate.”

James leaned his head against you. “Exactly, it’s the perfect chance for me to show you my gentlemanly skills and woo you.” You turned your head and breathed in the smell of James’ shampoo. "You just want an excuse to hold my hand," you mumbled in his hair. You could feel James smile against your shoulder. “I’m your boyfriend, I don’t need excuses,” he joked.

James swore his heartrate sped up an unhealthy amount when you confirmed, “No you don’t.”

He was absolutely beaming next to you as you were patrolling down the corridor, hand in hand. Your eyes flickered over to James once in a while. It was suspicious to you that he’d been quiet the entire time. James on the other hand was just looking at your intertwined hands with interest.

“Never held hands with a girl before, Potter?” You laughed, but no venom was found in your voice.

James nodded. “Never held hands with a girl before,” he confirmed, not ashamed at all for it. Why should he. You looked at him with curiosity. “What about Lily?”

James snorted. “Have you ever seen us hold hands?”

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’.

“I was stressing a lot about being a good boyfriend, my hands got really sweaty,” James bashfully explained. You lifted both your hands and squeezed his hand a few times. “You don’t stress about being a good boyfriend for me?” you couldn’t help but ask. You immediately groaned internally and looked straight to the floor, intently watching your feet as they simply fascinatingly put one in front of the other. I mean, have you ever seen something so-. James wasn’t having it.

“’m not stressing with you. I have a pretty good feeling about us.” He sighed contently. You huffed. “Well, I have high standards, and I’ve been told I’m pretty high maintenance, Potter.” You stuck your nose in the air haughtily.

“First, you should stop calling me Potter,” he remarked.

“James,” you nodded. A chill ran up his spine. “And second?” you inquired.

“Second?”

“Second,” you looked at him expectantly.

“Oh! Right, second; I didn’t know you had a relationship before?” And just as soon as those words left his lips, he cussed himself out in his head. Great, now he seemed either a twat as if he couldn’t believe someone like you could have a relationship, or a twat who was jealous and obsessive. And it’s only the first week. James averted his eyes to the wall on his left. Ah yes, the wall seems to be made of stone. Very sturdy, very wall-like-

“No, I’ve been single pretty much my whole life.” You put on your usual sour face, and vaguely gestured to it. “Not very approachable, as I prefer.”

“Then who calls you high maintenance?” James thought bitterly, feeling the need to defend you. “Calm down, prince Charming,” you reassured him with a laugh. Maybe you could see the charm in his recklessness. “I can fight my own battles. And basically, everyone calls me high maintenance.”

The two of you walked side by side in silence again, making your way to the prefect room. You rummaged through a drawer, pulled out a document and started to fill it in. James leaned against the table. “Where do you go during Spring Break? Do you stay at Hogwarts? Because I can also stay at Hogwarts to keep you company, you know.”

“I have my own apartment.”

“You’re not even of age yet,” James pointed out, trying to hide his disappointment unsuccessfully at a missed opportunity of spending time with you.

“Professor McGonagall vouched for me,” you replied. James’ eyebrows flew up. “McGonagall?” He asked in disbelief. You just hummed in reply while you flipped the page to continue filling in the report.

“Well, if you want you can come with me?” You stopped writing and looked up at him intently. As if you were searching his face for any hidden intentions. When you didn’t find any, you gave him an apologetic look.

“That’s kind of you, James,” you smiled. “But I have Regulus staying with me.”

“He doesn’t stay at the Black manor?” James was surprised. You tilted your head. “Tell me, does Sirius stay at the Black manor?”

James quickly shut his mouth as realization dawned on him. Oh.

“Well,” he awkwardly shifted. “You’re both welcome,” he offered. You shook your head in laughing at the mental image. The thought of Regulus and Sirius living together for two weeks was just hilarious.

“I’m done, we can go.”

“Alright, I just need to pick up my invisibility cloak from the Gryffindor common room.”

“I’ll wait here,” you nodded. James offered you a strange look.

“What?” You asked, looking up at him.

“You’re not going with me?”

“What all the way up to the third floor? I think not,” you snorted, plopping down on a chair, and making yourself comfortable.

James huffed and didn’t move. “But what if something happens to me on the way there?” He dramatically sat down next to you on a different chair.

“What on earth could happen to you on the way to your room. This is Hogwarts, you know. The safest place in England probably.”

“What if a monster attacks me, and then I can’t come back, and you’ll think that I stood you up?” James retorted with a pout.

You shook your head and pinched the bridge of you nose. “There are no monsters in this castle, James, where do you think we are? You’re not going to run into a Basilisk on your way.”

James squinted his eyes at you. “But can you promise me that with 100% certainty?” You rolled your eyes in response. “Of course not, but would you take me with you and expose me to such dangers?” you sarcastically retorted.

“Well, technically speaking, and I’m not saying all Slytherins,” James held up his hands at your narrowed eyes. “Snakes are kind of your thing, right?” You closed your eyes. “Charming, you are. Let’s just go,” you sighed.

James grinned in victory as he held the door open for you. “For the record, I would totally protect you from a Basilisk.”

“If you say so.”

Sirius sat up in bed when the door opened, but no one came in. “Hey Prongs, how was ice skating?”

James removed the invisibility cloak to reveal your shivering form. Both of you drenched from head to toe, water still dripping from the locks in front of his eyes. “Got pulled under,” he stressed. “I didn’t know where to take her, I couldn’t let her clean record be tainted for being out past bedtime because of me, and I don’t know the Slytherin password, so I brought her here,” he started to ramble in a loud whisper.

Remus grumbled as he sat up too. “Bloody hell, Prongs, did you take her to the black lake or what?” And when James didn’t respond, “Mate, what is wrong with you.” He got up and walked to the bathroom to get a few dry towels to wrap you in.

James discarded his soaked clothes and dried himself off before putting on pyjamas. Then the three of them stared awkwardly at each other. “Well, she needs to get out of those cold clothes,” Remus remarked. Sirius stepped back. “Yeah, not my girl, not my duty,” he walked over to his bed and dropped down on it.

“Right.”

You woke up and the first thing you noticed was the red colours all around you. You sat up suddenly and blinked a few times. What happened? Oh, right. A hand had broken through the ice, wrapped itself around your ankle and harshly pulled you down into the freezing depths. So that means you’re either dead, or James got you out and brought you to the Gryffindor dorms instead of the infirmary because he kept your clean records in mind. Your heart filled with appreciation at the thought of that.

You looked around and found James on the floor next to you. He was curled up in an extra blanket, but it must be uncomfortable. You went to pull out your wand when you realised that you were wearing his sweater. The little shit changed your clothes, you huffed.

You quietly got up, found your clothes drying in the bathroom and slipped out your wand. With a quick levitation spell, you gently tucked James back into his own bed. Your eyes fell on the two parchments on the nightstand, and you allowed a nostalgic smile to adorn your face. You moved his hair out of the way and let your eyes rest on his peaceful face. Realising you were being creepy, you hastily turned around and snuck out of the room with your clothes and a rolled-up parchment.

“And where have you been,” Regulus sat on the common room armchair in front of the door. He looked like he hadn’t properly slept, and his tone was sharp. “And what atrocity are you wearing. Tell me you didn’t sleep with him?”

“You’re my brother, Regulus, not my mother,” you teased him. You pulled out a chair to sit next to him. “And no, I went skating, fell into the water, blacked out and woke up alive in the Gryffindor dorm. So don’t hex James, if anything you can thank him.”

There was a beat of silence. “I’m glad you’re okay, I was worried.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you. Did you stay up all night?”

“Yes, but mostly because I wanted to tell you something.” You didn’t immediately reply, waiting for Regulus to continue on his own instead.

“Sirius came up to the astronomy tower yesterday evening,” he quietly said. His voice sounded confused, as if he was still unsure of what had actually occurred.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, I’m okay,” Regulus immediately said. “It’s just that he apologized.” He shrugged. “You think he meant it?”

You thought it over. “I think he did. He asked me last week you know. Where you are, and that if you ever want to join us in the library, you can.” Regulus nodded deep in thought.

“You know, James actually invited both of us over for the Spring Break.” You looked at Regulus to gauge his reaction to that. He looked slightly interested, though he tried to hide it.

“I suppose it’s still a month away, so we’ll see what we want then.”

You nodded and then got up off the chair. “I’m going to change into something else, before my fellow house students want to jinx me,” you said.

“You’re dating James Potter; people already want to jinx you.”

You winked at him. “Well, I’ll be damned, you’re absolutely right. Isn’t that funny? You know what, let them try,” you challenged them as you smoothened James’ sweater.

James woke up and sat up straight in bed, confused. How did he get here? He Looked at the end of his bed and saw it still neatly tucked in- hospital corners. His lips twitched up. You had left, he realised, but you’d tucked him in. He let himself fall back onto his pillow and turned his head to the side. Then he frowned, put on his glasses, and grabbed the parchment. In your lovely handwriting was a message.

Maybe not a Basilisk, but you protected me as you said. Thank you, James. (All things considered, I enjoyed last night.)

James’ eyes traced the words before he carefully placed the parchment under his pillow with a giddy feeling in his heart.

James found you in the library with Remus. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that you were still wearing his sweater. Red looked out of place on you and James absolutely loved it. Sirius shared a look with him and then the both of them decided to sneak up on the two of you, simultaneously stealing your books from under you.

You and Remus narrowed your eyes at the both of them. “I am this close to kicking you guys.” You held up your hand to show your thumb and finger pressed together. James shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “But they’re touching,” he hesitantly responded. Sirius elbowed him in the ribs and quickly handed Remus both your books back.

You sarcastically faked a gasp. “Oh, Merlin, you’re right, they appear to be.”

James cheekily grinned and pressed a kiss to your temple. “You wouldn’t hurt your knight in shining armour,” he bragged, but without any real arrogance laced in his tone. You flipped him off with a grin and pulled out a chair for him next to you. “You’re late,” you airily said.

Sirius suddenly straightened up, his attention fixed on someone behind you. You turned around and waved Regulus over. “Come join us, Reg.”

Three weeks flew by in a blur, but- even though you’ve said this so often now- your were really enjoying your time at Hogwarts again. People’s gossips and predictions about yours and James’ relationship had turned into quiet whispers and envy.

James stood up for you on multiple occasions- after letting you have a go at the imbeciles of course. You had finally gone to a Quidditch game to support James, though of course not when they were playing against Slytherin. You had spent more time in the infirmary and James had joined you a few times by hanging out on one of the empty beds, occasionally handing you an ingredient such as Wolfsbane.

After having established that you absolutely loved hugs, James was always less that a step behind you, ready to give you the affection that you were too proud for to admit you wanted. You had been a frequent visitor to the boys’ dorms as well, making yourself comfortable in James’ arms as you dozed off for a nap. On other nights, you have even managed to persuade Regulus to join a handful of times as well. You wondered what would happen when James would graduate before you, but tried not to think much of it.

“So, we are definitely going to Hogsmeade together this week, right?” James popped up behind you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“How scandalous, are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah, why? You have a boyfriend or something?” James humoured you.

“Or something,” you joked. The innocent comment hit both you and James at the same time. A reminder that you two were in fact technically not really dating. You shook the thought away.

“I’ll see you at 11 o’clock,” you replied.

James grinned, “I’ll be there five minutes earlier.”

True to his words, he was waiting for you in the courtyard when you arrived on the dot. James offered you his arm and you linked yours through his.

“James?” James hummed in reply. “Does your offer about Spring Break still stand? I mean, I know it’s next week already, and it’s sort of short notice-”

James perked up. “Yes!” he said, a little too quickly and enthusiastic. He cleared his throat and lowered his volume. “Yes, you and Regulus can still come.”

You sighed and nodded in relief. “Right, because Reg and I have been talking and we might take you up on that offer.”

It was evening by the time you and James made your way back to Hogwarts. James had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, and you held his hand. James pressed a kiss to your temple every now and then. “What happened to the glass slippers?” He suddenly asked.

“They broke.”

“They broke?”

“Yep.”

“But didn’t you enchant them?”

“I did, but I was so angry at you that I smashed them to pieces against the wall like over two months ago.”

“Oh… But have you changed your mind since then?” James decided to finally ask you.

“About what?”.

“Me, and us.”

You looked at James and quietly admired him. James kept his eyes straight in front of him, too scared to look at you and see your reaction.

“Well, we are walking together, coming back from Hogsmeade. There’s not a student in sight and yet we are still holding hands,” You light-heartedly replied with a teasing smile. You squeezed his hand for good measure. It seemed enough to make James look at you.

“I’d say we’re pretty good friends-”

“I’m in love with you.”

You froze in your tracks and let go of James’ hand. Well, that took you by surprise. Fancying someone and claiming to be in love with someone- not loving but being in love- that was a next level. You smiled amusedly, successfully hiding your insecurities. “James, you’re not in love with me.”

James frowned at your response. He’d accept your rejection, but not you doubting his feelings.

“Yes, I am,” he stubbornly responded.

“No, you’re not,” you retorted, equally stubborn.

“Am too.”

“You’re not, James,” you exasperatedly said. “You’re not in love, you just fancy me because you’re comfortable.” You shrugged awkwardly. "And you only feel comfortable with me because I know so much about you. Because you poured your heart out to a stranger, and it so happened to be me.”

James bit his cheek, considering your words. Then he grinned and nodded. Your heart dropped, but not as much as it could have, because you had already prepared yourself for this. The joy behind setting yourself up for disappointment by never letting yourself get your hopes up.

“Yeah, I’m really comfortable with you.” He agreed. “Isn’t that great? Isn’t that love too? Being comfortable to the point you don’t feel the need to keep secrets anymore, where you feel the most accepted? The most at ease?”

You stared at James then cleared your throat. “So, when did you start being all knowledgeable and romantic?”

James snorted. You were adorable when you were awkward. “I’m the most comfortable with you,” he earnestly confessed to you. He carefully, as if to not scare you away, put a step forward and reached for your hand. He squeezed it softly. I mean it.

James felt you pull your hand back and bit his lip, forcing it to curl up into an accepting smile. “Right,” he cleared his throat as he tried to form a reply. But you weren’t done yet. You pulled back your hand and then threw both your arms around James’ neck as your brought him in a tight hug. You dipped your head down into the crook of his neck.

“And I’m the most vulnerable with you,” you mumbled against his skin. James sighed in relief, happiness, and love. He wrapped his arms around you protectively, as if to shield you in response.

You tilted your head sideways as you looked at James who was in front of you, down on one knee in your garden. James looked beautiful. His cheeks were slightly coloured from the cold and his hands held a small box with a ring.

“Love?” He asked, waving his hand in front of you, trying to get your attention. He didn’t sound nervous at all, in fact, he felt the most relaxed he’d ever been. This was definitely the future he’d imagined when he’d watched you laugh with his dad while bringing in the groceries. “My knee is getting numb from the cold, love. So, if you could just say yes or no,” he cheekily grinned.

You hummed in thought and then you replied, “Well, isn’t marriage a little too soon?” Your grin widened and spread across your face. “I mean, you’ve yet to officially ask me to be your real girlfriend.”

“Wait what-”

The end :)

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[elliespassagerprincess]

house wife reader x mean ellie 👀 ellie works long hours on the weekdays and takes out all of her anger on her docile wife who cooks all her meals, does all of her laundry, cleans the entire house, and make sure ellie’s satisfied 24/7.

Satisfied - (ellie williams x housewife reader)

hi anon! mean ellie? hell yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I added my own twist. I hope you enjoy <3

Pairing: mean ellie x housewife fem!reader

requests are open, feel free to leave one!

HUGE warnings: toxic relationships, murder, gore, violence

Summary: in which you were the perfect housewife

authors note: I'm literally trying to empty out my request inbox, so be ready because there's a bunch of fics coming your way!

"so when last have you seen her?" The police officer asked as he sat across you.

"well she went out yesterday and she never came back"

you saw him look at you and Ellie's house as he was taking notes.

"Any arguments?"

"No"

once again you saw the pen write something on some paper. You wanted to know what exactly he was writing about.

What was talking him so long? You wanted him to fucking leave.

"Thank you for answering these questions, we'll call if we need anything else" the officer said as he stood up.

"Thank you for your hard work! Do I need to walk you out?" You asked with smile

"no, I'll show myself out" was all he said as he walked towards the front door.

As soon as he was out of sight you got up and ran to window to check if he was gone. You watched his car pull out the driveway, and you let out a sigh of relief.

fucking finally.

You ran to you and Ellie's shared room, and between heavy breathes you said "she almost caught us baby".

You walked towards the bed, where Ellie's decomposing body lay. Flies circled her body, her skin was pale and cold to the touch.

You put some of her hair behind her ear "it's ok now, they'll never catch us" you whispered

You loved Ellie. And you would anything for you. Anything including quitting your job and becoming her housewife.

In the beginning you hated it, staying home, cooking, cleaning. But when Ellie praised you, you fucking loved it.

And soon after you became the stereotypical housewife. Cute outfits, aprons that matched whatever you wore. You always woke up before her, to prepare her favorite breakfast. You cooked her dinner.

You fucking did everything.

The two of you were happy. Until Ellie got a promotion. She got more work, the pressure was getting worse for the poor girl.

Ellie came home late and most nights she barley even slept. You tried supporting your wife as best you could. You tried cleaning the house before she came come. You did all her laundry, you even chose her outfits most days.

But it was never enough for her.

One night you cooked Ellie's favorite meal. A prideful smile was on your lips as you put the plate in front of her.

This would cheer her up. You knew it would.

Ellie glanced down at the plate, and she looked back at you. The dark circles under her eyes looked even darker than they did yesterday.

"You are so fucking pathetic" she started.

"I work all fucking day to come to this shit? And look, this table is dusty" she added.

Ellie got up from where she was sitting and she threw the plate filled with food onto the floor. "You have cleaning to do, and don't fucking serve this shit again" she walked out of the dining room and you sat there mouth agape.

This was the first time she's ever said anything like that to you. You sobbed in the kitchen that night. You felt sick to your stomach.

Everything you did was for Ellie and for the first time she wasn't satisfied with you.

Your main mission in life became to serve. To serve her. But what do you do when the one you did everything for, wasn't satisfied?

The next morning you woke up bright and early, and you cooked Ellie a widespread of breakfast. Fruit salad, bacon, eggs pancakes and so much more decorated the table.

You heard the bedroom door open and you saw her walk out, she glanced at the table

"I'm not hungry" was all she said and she walked out the front door.

You were shattered.

Since that day everything you did was wrong.

You couldn't clean right.

Her fingers ran along the cupboard, and she looked at you with a frown.

"Can you not clean right? Should i get a maid? Because you cant do shit"

you couldn't do the laundry right.

you stood in the doorway watching Ellie fit on her suit. She looked herself in the mirror before she made eye contact with you.

"It's still wrinkled and there's a stain" she pointed out.

"fix it" was all she said before she threw the clothes on the floor.

You couldn't even cook right.

Ellie only had one spoon of her food before she pushed her plate to the side

"what's wrong?" you asked

"this is disgusting"

it hurts. Every insult Ellie hurled at you hurt.

You knew she was stressed but it didn't give her the right to take her stress out on you.

One night you tried talking to Ellie. But she didn't want to. She didn't have energy for this.

"Don't you have a house to clean? Oh wait you can't even do that right" she said through a chuckle.

You snapped.

You let out a scream as you grabbed the lamp on your side of the bed. You jumped onto the bed, and you shit her over and over again.

"I"

*hit

"am"

*hit

"the perfect"

*hit

"housewife" you yelled.

Blood littered the walls, and your hands. Heavy breathes left your mouth as you looked at the scene.

"Oh Ellie I'm sorry! This room is filthy! I'll clean it"

you scrubbed the walls, you changed the bedding and you gave her a bath.

Everything was back to normal. It was all clean.

You looked at her decomposing body. She looked peaceful and she wasn't being mean anymore.

This was the girl you fell in love with.

You gave her a kiss on the forehead before you muttered "its time for breakfast" and you left the room to start making your girl breakfast.

You weren't sure how long you were going to get away with this, but for the time being you were happy.

She was better dead anyway.

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[erosia-rhodes]

Speculation on Mizu’s heritage

Blue Eye Samurai on Netflix is one of the best things I’ve seen all year. As I’ve been rewatching it, I couldn’t help but speculate on Mizu’s heritage, and I wanted to share my theory so we can all laugh at how wrong I was in a few years. (I am notoriously bad at guessing plot twists. I was totally wrong about how Wandavision and Loki season 1 would end.)

Spoilers and speculation behind the jump.

Short version: Mizu’s mother was a white woman and her father was the Shogun. The Shogun’s wife, Lady Itoh, put the bounty on Mizu’s life because she was proof that the Shogun broke his own laws.

Who Would Want to Kill a Baby?

We know that there has been a bounty on Mizu’s head since she was a baby. There are only three reasons I can think of for putting a hit out on a child who’s just been born and couldn’t have personally wronged anyone yet:

1) To deny them an inheritance.

2) To eliminate proof of an affair.

3) To eliminate proof of a crime.

The woman that claims to be Mizu’s mother is Japanese, so Mizu assumes her father must be white. But once Fowler reveals that Mizu’s “mother” was actually her maid, it opens up the possibility that Mizu’s mother was white and her father was Japanese.

We know that someone is willing to a pay a lot of money to kill Mizu, but the maid also ran off with enough money to take care of Mizu for several years, so at least one person in this mess is wealthy. We also know that someone still wants Mizu dead when she's an adult because men come to kill her when her husband rats her out, so she’s still a threat to someone else’s interests at that time.

If the Shogun slept with a white woman and fathered a mix-raced child as a result, that would fulfill all three reasons to put a bounty on a baby. Killing her would remove any chance that a bastard might try to blackmail her way into an inheritance, it would remove proof that the Shogun had an affair, and most importantly, it would destroy evidence that he violated his own laws against Western influence by sleeping with a white woman.

But the True Culprit is…

But I don’t think the Shogun put the bounty on Mizu’s life. I think it was the Shogun’s wife, Lady Itoh, for several reasons:

1) Lady Itoh is willing to kill people who learn that her husband broke his own laws.

When the nobles are trying to escape the fire in the finale, Lady Itoh makes her sons lock the door behind them and sentence the other Lords to death because they witnessed the Shogun’s shame, the revelation that he broke his own laws by dealing with Fowler, a white man. She’s demonstrated that she’s willing to kill people to destroy proof of her husband’s violations, so she’d do the same to a mixed-race baby he fathered. It would also explain why Mizu’s maid never claimed the bounty herself; she would have been targeted for death too because she knew about the Shogun’s crime. She probably took whatever money was in the house when the killers came for Mizu, and went on the run as much to save her own life as Mizu's.

2) The woman’s a sadist.

Lady Itoh does everything she can to make Akemi’s life hell once she marries into the family. She saddles her with bitchy attendants and serves her disgusting food at the banquet, and finishes it off with the cooked remains of the bird Akemi tried to free. Then she sends her two more birds the next day, claiming they’re breakfast and lunch. I have no trouble believing this woman would put a hit on a baby!

3) She’s a hardliner against Western influence

After the fire, Lady Itoh orders her sons to destroy 2000 guns which they could have used in the future against their enemies because she’d so fiercely against Western influence. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the one who came up with the law banning white people and talked her husband into enacting it. That would explain why the Shogun was willing to violate the law, because he didn’t completely believe in it and only enacted it to get his wife off his back.

It Fits a Common Theme of Revenge Stories

Another reason I think Lady Itoh is the ultimate villain is because it fits the common theme that revenge is futile. Revenge usually destroys the person seeking it just as much as anyone they go after. There is a famous quote from Confucius that says, "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves." The implication is that the second one is for yourself.

If it turns out that Mizu has been going after the only four men in the country who couldn’t be her father, it would demonstrate how misguided revenge quests are. She’s spent her whole life pouring hatred into the wrong mission.

It would also be a painful twist to know that Mizu was in the same room with Lady Itoh in the finale, but she was focused on killing Fowler instead of realizing that her true enemy was fleeing out the back door with everyone else.

How It Will All Sort Out

I predict that Mizu will eventually learn the truth about her parentage and ultimately target Lady Itoh for death, not just for revenge, but so she can permanently remove the bounty on her head and live her life freely as a woman.

Akemi might end up assisting Mizu since Lady Itoh is also her enemy. Akemi will probably spend season two battling Lady Itoh for control of the household, and thus the country. If Akemi can put her husband in place as the Shogun, she could remove the bounty on Mizu's head.

If Taigan ends up working as a castle guard, this might put him in conflict with Mizu and Akemi if they target Lady Itoh since he would be honor bound to protect her.

It will be interesting to see how it all sorts out!

ETA: I misspelled Lady Itoh's name, sorry! (According to the subtitles it's Itoh, not Ito) I think I fixed every instance.

#blue eye samurai #netflix #blue eye samurai spoilers #mizu #taigen #akemi #mizu blue eye samurai #lady itoh

[junosmindpalace]

suguru really did try to stop him. he outstretched a hand to his chest and told him to mind his business, but once satoru saw a text banner with a guys name he most definitely didn’t recognize appear on your home screen, especially since moments before you left your phone on the table, you were smiling at whatever was on it, his curiosity got the best of him, and not even a firm warning from his moral compass could stop him from simply pushing his weight against it and reaching for your phone.

his friend watched as he sat hovering sideways over your phone, eyebrows knitting together as he read over the text banner.

“marcus.”

suguru sighed and dropped his hand in defeat.

“marcus.” satoru emphasized as if the name was a gross drink, as if the name itself was something to be in disbelief about. “who the hell is marcus?”

of course suguru knew about this marcus, and of course he knew about satoru’s immense crush on you (which he stubbornly refused to admit to). he also knew of satoru’s ability to be a dick, and if he were honest, he was rooting for the two of you just a bit. it was amusing watching two people be so immensely oblivious to their own feelings for one another, yet tease and exchange vulgar language as if you despised each other the most in the world. he was saving him, suguru had thought, from further ruining his chances.

“do we even have a marcus at this school?” satoru whips his head around to look at suguru for some sort of confirmation that there was a reasonable, totally platonic explanation for why you had a guy named marcus saved on your phone that would console him, let alone a name he never heard of, especially if you thought so highly of him as to hardly pull your eyes away from his texts and find them so amusing. this is only for a moment, however, before he turns back and brings the phone closer to his face, scanning the words over and over.

“put the phone down, satoru.” was suguru’s only response, not wanting to give away business that wasn’t his to share. satoru didn’t listen, only inching even closer to the phone until he was sitting up straight.

something about seeing each other at the end of the day, was what the message was referring to, however vague it was to satoru for not being familiar with the entirety of the conversation. he feels his stomach twist up uncomfortably, immensely irritated for reasons he chooses to completely pin on you. you’re always getting under his skin, making his face grow warm, distracting him from his super important missions, making him, “the strongest”, look weak. he’ll choose to pin this annoyed feeling over a text on you, too. it is your phone after all.

he quickly sets it back down on the table and jumps up, pretending to do elsewhat when the door to the classroom swings open again. you make a beeline for your phone, and satoru and suguru both watch as you smile and speedily type something away. sugurus eyes flicker over to satoru with a small smirk as his frown grows deeper on his face.

when you take notice of eyes on you, particularly satoru’s, your smile drops and you raise a brow. “what? something on my face?”

“only one of the corniest grins i’ve ever seen.” satoru rolls his eyes from behind his glasses, turning his gaze away from you. you scowl at him.

“can’t be worse than that ugly frown on your face.”

suguru listens exasperatedly at your bickering, knowing that this would’ve been the outcome if satoru were to learn of this mystery person, and originally doing everything in his power to prevent it. but now the deed was done, and the two of you could only hurl insults at each other until one got fed up.

it seemed that you would be the first to leave today, because after exchanging snarky remarks with satoru, making one final face mimicking his expression annoyedly, you bid suguru a good day and headed out with your bag.

“why do you always need to start something?”

“me?! y/n started it!”

he huffed, digging his chin into the palm of his hand as he fixed the board in front of him with an annoyed glare.

“besides, why the hell would I care about who y/n hangs out with? guy sounds like a loser, anyway.”

suguru could just admit that this marcus fellow satoru was so concerned about was a relative of yours from out of the country who had come to visit, but his jealousy was a lot more amusing, and so he decided to entertain the false idea in his mind just a little by being vague enough to have his mind piece together the most horrifying situation.

“don’t think they’d be hanging out with him if he was.” suguru chuckled, not missing the small twitch in his friend's eyes at the statement.

satoru only amps up in showing off after that. even after mention of “marcus” is long past, there’s a newfound determination fuelling satoru that only suguru has caught on to. he’s as arrogant as ever, continuing to boast his impressive victories and speak with you in your usual colorful language, but he also looks over his shoulder more often to see whether you were in the vicinity watching him fight or when he says something he deems in his mind cool. he stuffs his hands in his pockets and smirks at you through the dark lenses of his glasses, sliding down the bridge of his nose; a look he knows from experience makes people swoon.

suguru can only roll his eyes at his consistent pathetic attempts at becoming number one in your eyes. but even when satoru deflates with a huff and turns away when he thinks you aren’t looking, suguru manages to catch, if just for a brief moment, your own longing gaze before it quickly dissolves. and a new idea forms in his mind; that perhaps you had stepped outside and left your phone up mid conversation on purpose that day, knowing that the notifications coming in would catch your white haired classmates eye.

what a couple of try-hards.

#this was inspired by that one scene in young royals LMAO. i even kept the name #i wish i was posting something non gojo related but alas #i still have no ideas but i haven’t posted in a while. therefore old draft! #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo oneshot #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru oneshot #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk oneshot #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[jxckchxmpi0n]

Lovely Crimes

Ethan Landry x ghostface! Reader || m.list

Summary : Even if they are a killer, that won't stop the love from dying. So why not join them. Till death do us part.

Word count : 1.1k

Tallest @chaethewriter @wafflehousewrold @demausbreaux @bob-the-tomato

Warning: screamvi spoilers violence! character death - blood, cursing, guns, knifes, mentions of virgin loser Ethan ♡

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It took months, but it was finally here. Killing Sam and Tara, who gave a shit about Ankia, Mindy, or Chad. They were objects that were in the way. Their expiration date was here.

Chad was dead in the movie theater lobby while the others ran away scared. Hovering over Chad's body as he fell limp will forever be the best thing. Tara screamed as she saw the ghostfaces stab her new love. He deserved it. He was a dick.

Detective baily stood center stage as he held his gun. Sam and Tara slowly backed away as they tried looking around for the ghostfaces. "Are you guys okay?" He got closer to them panicked Sam raised a knife, she doesn't know who to trust anymore.

Kirby went misses right as the first ghostface attacked. Baily raised his hands in the air, "hey its me, trust me, okay?" Tara held onto Sam's arm as hard as she could.

It was just them three now. What a living hell.

Two shadows came from behind Baily. As he tried to talk to Sam, Tara screamed out. The shadow then turned into two figures, a twisted smile showed on Baily's face.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" His arms opened wide as he looked behind him and saw the two ghostfaces as well as the shrine of everything from the attacks before.

"What the fuck!" Sam was shaking it didn't make any sense. Why was baily on the ghostface side.

"Oh- I see you look quite confused," he put his gun in his holster as he walked closer to the sisters.

"You killed him, you bitch" Quinn came out from behind the doors a knife in hand as she looked directly at Sam.

"We didn't kill anyone!" Tara screamed at Quinn as she hid behind her sister. An evil smile took place on yours and Ethans face.

"You killed their brother. You killed his son!" You waved the knife around as tears filled your eyes.

"Your brother died in a car accident." Tara's face was covered in blood but also confusion.

"No no no you sweet dumb thing. He died in woodboro at the hand of your bitch sister!" Ethan was angry he wanted to kill Tara he hated her.

But you, you wanted to kill her more. Throughout this entire time being with the group, she saw how Tara put that hand on her boyfriends shoulder, the long eye contact. She was the cause of the number of fights you and Ethan had.

"Can we just kill her already?" You fell on the couch in his dad's house as it was time to plan act three.

"What, no, we have to wait."  he sat next to you as Quinn walked into the room.

"I'm with y/n on this one she slut shame me every God damn day!"

You smiled, "Well Quinn she's not wrong"  Ethan couldn't help but laugh at the remark to his sister.

"Oh can it virgin loser"  Quinn then stormed off into her room. Leaving a very flustered boy and a confused yet intrigued girlfriend.

The carpenter sister got spilt up as Quinn and her father went after Sam and Ethan and you went after Tara. Her screams could be heard through the entire building, and your knife dug into her arm as you trapped her in a corner.

"I always fucking hated you Tara, you and your dumb little boyfriend deserve to die" Ethan stood behind you watching in awe as his beautiful girlfriend stood covered in blood.

"Baby this is a bad time but you just look so hot" he grabbed your sides pulling you into him. His lips met yours as the taste of salty sweat and iron fill your mouth.

Tara stood holding her arm the best she could. "You guys are sick" her voice cracked her emotions taking the best of her.

Just then a bang echoed through the rooms, you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you jump. Ethan was the first to run away, the thought of his dad or sister hurt made him panic.

As you watched Ethan run away, Tara saw glass from the broken case. Quietly she picked it up, this was her chance. "Listen don't-" just as you turned back she sprang up and slammed you down to the floor. "You fucking bitch" pushing her off you grabbed your knife, before you could make any move your eyes went wide.

Dropping the knife, Tara held a smrik on her face. "This, this is for Chad. You psycho bitch" looking down her hands gripped the glass and twisted it. Your screams filled her ears. "This is for Anika." Blood spilled from your mouth as she pushed it in further.

Pushing you off of her, she got up and watched as blood came rushing out of the wound and your mouth.

Tara ran into the theater room to find baily and Quinn dead. Sam sat on the edge of the stage, the adrenaline dying. She smiled once she saw Tara but frowned when she saw blood all over her.

"It's not mine, not all of it, at least." She sat down, leaning on her sister. "Is it finally over?"

Sam tried to comfort her sister a small nod as she hugged her. "I hope it is,"

What they didn't know was that Ethan was still alive. Partly, his mouth was covered in blood from Sam, stabbing him in the throat. But that was the least of your worries. He needed to find you.

Slowly, he crawled to the room he last saw you. His heart sank as he saw you laying down blood covering the floor. He couldn't speak. It hurt him too much. Your eyes were closed, but the sound of him near you made you open your eyes.

"Baby," your voice was whispered. His eyes filled with tears as he saw your grow pale. Please don't leave me, he thought. "We tried okay but fuck baby I can't stay awake" your breathing became labored. No y/n please don't die I need you he was crying. He was crying harder than he ever had. You are the love of his life he needs you.

"Ethan, I love you so so much." You grabbed his face, brushing the curly haired you loved so much smiling at him. Your eyes faded. You weren't there anymore. He choked on his cries, his throat burned as he cried for you. He was angry. He wanted to kill them still!

He grabbed your knife, not before kissing your forehead and closing your eyes. He ran into the theater room, ready to charge at the sister, their face filled with fear as they didn't have any more weapons. "I'm gonna kill you!"

Just as he reached them, a figure appeared holding a film camera "smile for the camera mother fucker" the lens crashed into Ethans head and he tripped on a wire. His body went limp as he hit the ground. He was dead and as were you.

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 7

We're a day late for WIP Wednesday, but I was wiped after the work shifts from hell the last two days. But today and tomorrow I'm off so I'm back on track! No work next Wednesday, either, so I should be good to go next week. Because I'm a day late, you get a long one today!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Still not entirely comfortable, Tim finally stepped into the lab. On the far wall, behind yellow and black doors was the portal he’d heard so much about.

Danny followed his gaze and put a hand on his arm. “Come on, Tim. The weapons vault is over here.”

Tim nodded once. “What do you have?”

“Everything.” Danny placed his hand over a scanner next to the door and it beeped and opened. “You like staffs, right? Try this out.”

Danny passed him a silver metal staff just a bit longer than his favored weapon. Tim took it and ran through two of his warm up exercises. The balance was excellent and he picked up the pace. If it wasn’t for the color scheme, he’d consider using one as his own backup.

“This is great. It’s effective against ghosts?”

“Yep. The Fenton Rod.” Danny reached out for it and Tim gave it back. “And if you do this—” he twisted and the staff separated into two “—you’ve got two weapons.”

He passed the two halves back to Tim who ran through a few more attacks and blocks with them. He had enough practice with Dick’s escrima sticks to hold his own. “This is perfect, thanks.”

“Now, the rest of you, would you prefer distance weapons or close up?”

Tim backed away from the vault to allow the others to explore their options. He spent the time practicing on connecting and separating the staff—he would not call it the Fenton Rod, even in his own head—and running through a few more complicated patterns with it to make sure he was familiar with it’s weight.

“You’re really good with that,” commented Sam who was watching him.

Tim shrugged fixed a self-conscious smile to his face. “It’s always good to know self defense when you live in Gotham. And Bruce is more particular about it than most.”

“Really? I thought he was a vapid idiot.”

“Oh, he is,” agreed Tim. “But he loves his kids and knows us being linked to him puts us in danger. So he goes to extremes to make sure we can hold our own when trouble arises.”

Before Sam could reply, Danny called out to them, “Hey, Tim! Do you want a long range weapon as well?”

“Sure. What do you have?”

So he joined as Danny showed them several blasters and lasers that they could use. Tim pulled out a small one that could be used single-handed.

“This is good for me.”

Cassie and Conner chose heavier weapons with more range and attack power, though Bart followed Tim’s lead.

“Okay, now that that’s done. Ready to practice ways to get a ghost out of a human?”

The emphatic agreement from every member of Tim’s team seemed to surprise Sam and Tucker but Danny just laughed.

“Sam, Tucker, which of you wants to volunteer?”

The two exchanged a look and Tucker sighed and stood up. “I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Tuck. So, I’m gonna overshadow Tucker and go over the signs of overshadowing. They’re mostly pretty subtle if you don’t know the person. A ghost has no access to the memories or thoughts of the person they’re overshadowing, so behavior will be off. Then, if Tim is okay with it, I’ll overshadow him so he can explain how it feels to the rest of you. And I’d appreciate it if at least one of you metas will let me overshadow you so we can make sure the methods that work on baseline humans also work with you.”

Conner looked at Tim. “You trust him?”

Tim nodded. “Have since I was eleven.”

“I’ll do it, then.”

Danny grinned. “Great! Tucker, you first.” And with that, Danny transformed and flew right into Tucker’s body.

Tim watched closely as Tucker went rigid for a moment before resuming his casual slouch. “Tucker isn’t present at all right now,” said Tucker. Then his eyes flared green. “Any time a ghost uses their powers while overshadowing someone, the eyes’ll change. So look for that. Changes in behavior if you know the person are also a dead giveaway. Most ghosts haven’t been on earth in a long time, so another sign is being unused to Earth customs. Especially modern ones. But really, the eyes are your best bet. Get a ghost emotional and they can’t hold it back. Now, Sam, force me out!”

Sam grinned. “With pleasure.” She held up a thermos. “Best way is to use a thermos. It contains the ghost and prevents them from further attacks. To use, you simply remove the cap, point the opening at the ghost or overshadowed person in question, and press the button.” She did and a beam of blue light hit Tucker. Danny was pulled out and sucked into the thermos. Sam recapped the device and spun it in her hands.

Tucker held his head and groaned. “How long was he in me for?”

“Like thirty seconds, Tuck. Don’t be dramatic,” replied Sam.

“Does it hurt?” asked Cassie.

Tucker shook his head. “Minor headache immediately post overshadowing that fades in less than a minute. You don’t have any memory of the time you were overshadowed, so some disorientation if your location changed or a lot of time has passed is also normal. Maybe some vague impressions, like from a dream you can’t quite remember.”

“Ready for take two?” asked Sam.

Tucker rolled his eyes, but waved a hand around in agreement.

“So, to release a ghost from a thermos, you press the button that says ‘release.’ Super easy.” She did so, letting out another beam of light and when it cleared, Danny was floating before them.

“Does being in the thermos hurt?” asked Conner.

Danny shook his head and grinned. “Nah. Feels like you’re wrapped up in a heavy blanket. So sometimes it’s nice and sometimes it’s claustrophobic and I’m desperate to get out.”

Tim hummed. “How many ghosts can you fit in one thermos?”

Danny shrugged. “Not sure. Quite a few, but I’ve never pushed the limits. I think six or seven is the most we’ve done. Maybe more if it’s just ectopusses and blob ghosts I’m trying to clear out of my parents’ way.”

“Ectopusses?” asked Cassie.

At the same time, Bart asked, “Blob ghosts?”

Danny laughed. “I think there’s something to the hypothesis that octopusses have as much intelligence as a person. So many of them become ghosts. And they’re super curious. I think they like to explore places on land because it’s so different from the oceans they lived in. And blob ghosts are just what they sound like. Shapeless ghosts that are usually less than a foot large and don’t appear to have any cognitive power.”

Tim had a dozen questions he wanted to ask, but the news report going in the background was a constant reminder that they didn’t have time. “How else can you end an overshadowing?”

Danny nodded and flew back into Tucker.

Sam went over the different weapons they had that could be safely used on an overshadowed human. The small blasters were the easiest and caused no injury to the host. Tim’s staff was also effective, though it could leave bruises.

Finally, they’d each managed to get Danny out of Tucker three different ways each. He couldn’t even say a thermos was the weirdest thing he’d ever used as a weapon, though the fact that it had been designed as a weapon was certainly novel.

“So now it’s my turn.” Tim couldn’t help the way his stomach twisted at the thought of what was coming up. He trusted Danny, he really did. And he wanted to know what it felt like to be overshadowed. But he hated losing control of himself. Absolutely despised it. He took a deep breath and met Danny’s eyes. “Do it.”

Danny bit his lip. “You don’t have to, you know.”

“Do it, Danny.”

A brief moment of hesitation longer, then Danny was flying towards him. The next thing Tim was aware of was a sharp pain in his head that he could only describe as being located behind his brain. Conner was facing him with the thermos pointed at him. The pain was already fading as he blinked and took in the lab again.

Nothing had changed.

“What was it like?” asked Cassie.

The question put Tim right back into Bat Report Mode. “As Tucker said, I have no memory of anything since I saw Danny fly at me to overshadow me. When he left, I had a strange pain in my head that faded by the time I had checked our surroundings for any changes that may have occurred while I was unaware.” As he spoke, he did a quick body check to look for any unusual pains or feelings elsewhere in his body. “I appear to be in the exact same physical condition as I was before the experiment. How long was I overshadowed for?”

“Less than two minutes,” said Conner. “I promise no longer than that. Danny had you sing a weird song about exploding weasels and then I sucked him into this.” He shook the thermos.

Cassie laughed. “It was ‘Pop Goes the Weasel.’ We have to teach you about nursery rhymes.”

Bart raised his hand. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that one, either.”

And finally, Tim was able to relax. “Next weekend we all have off, Cassie and I will teach you all the nursery rhymes. Dick probably knows a ton. I’d imagine growing up in a circus with performers from all sorts of countries exposed him to so many.”

Bart grinned. “It’ll be interesting to see how the list of ones I know compares to the ones you know!”

Conner smiled back. “I’d like that. I should ask Clark for any he knows, too.” As he spoke, he pressed the button to release Danny.

When the light cleared, Danny was floating upside down looking Tim over. “So what’d you think of your first experience being overshadowed?”

“Four out of ten. Would not like to repeat, but I’ve definitely been through worse.”

Danny laughed and, still upside down, turned until he was facing Conner. “Think you’re ready for you turn?”

Conner took a deep breath and handed the thermos to Bart. “As I’ll ever be.”

Danny nodded and flew into him, just as he had Tucker and Tim. And then there was no more Conner. No more Superboy. Just someone who looked like him, but held his head cocked the wrong way. Who slouched a bit too much. Who was so clearly not Conner.

Tim pulled his new staff out and reminded himself it was just Danny. This was friendly right now. And it was reassuring to know he’d be able to tell when any of his friends were overshadowed.

Danny started to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star in Conner’s voice.

Bart held up the thermos, ready to pull Danny in.

“Let me,” said Tim. “I want to do it.”

“You’ve got it,” replied Bart as he recapped the thermos.

Tim rushed forward and hit Conner on the side with his staff; Danny went flying out of him.

Conner shook his head and looked around. “That was weird. I remember it all, though.”

Danny was rubbing at his side where Tim hit. “Yeah. I’ve never overshadowed a meta before. At least no one I could tell was a meta. I could hear you, too. It was a struggle to keep control of your body.”

Tim sagged in relief. “Do you think that makes them less of a target?”

“Possibly?” The uncertainty in Danny’s voice made Tim uneasy. “From some ghosts, sure. But others like a challenge and may target him—them—specifically.”

Bart grinned. “Sounds like it’ll be an interesting game! So, now that we’ve got the basics down, we’re going out there to help, right?”

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Next

Okay, so part of the reason for the length is that I just didn't want to cut it anywhere. Though the fact that it happened when I'm a day late posting certainly helped me not feel like I should find a spot to break it up!

Now, I've decided to move away from the tag system because breaking it up over two posts is getting to be quite difficult. So I've set up a subscription post for this story. Subscribe to that post and you'll get a Tumblr notification when I post. Instructions on how to subscribe can be found there. Anyone who has requested a tag before this post will be tagged today and on the next update, but I won't add anyone new. It's just getting to be a bit too much! (And I'm afraid of getting hit with a shadowban.)

In other news, I've started transferring my works to AO3. Haven't gotten there with this one yet, but the Wrong Number AU (now titled Answer My Call) has been posted. As has the bad reveal fic. Both can be found in my masterpost if you're interested.

Last bit of housekeeping, two posts below this one, I have a poll asking if you'd be interested in me sharing anything I've written for Good Omens. Feel free to check that out. Most of my time will still be spent with DPxDC, but with the new season coming out, I may try to revisit some things I haven't touched in a year (longer?).

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[the-case-book-of-fanfiction]

A Kiss Kiss

Ship: Eddie x bestfriend!reader

Summary: The Hellfire Club is one member short, but Eddie refuses to let the campaign slow down. That's where you come in, Eddie's "tutor" turned into his muse.

Word Count: 4,728 words

Warnings: mention of sickness, fluffy, pining Eddie, oblivious reader, brief/slightly bad description of a D&D session, sugar as a pet name for reader, excessive mention of how pretty Eddie's eyes are

Note: This fic is set several weeks before the events of season 4. The campaign is leading up to the session we see in the show! Reader has graduated, but stayed in Hawkins to help Eddie graduate.

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"Lights...perfect. Got everything here... Where are my— There are my character sheets. Do I have...? Yes."

Eddie paced around the room one more time, checking everything for the fifth time. He needed to be certain that everything was ready. The session had to go perfectly. He'd planned for every possible curveball the party could throw at him, every stupid request and every bad roll and every plot twist he could use without straying too far from the course of the game. He'd been building up this campaign for too long to let it go awry just a few sessions away from his grand finale.

He twisted his rings around his fingers, giving the table one last look before sitting on his throne.

"It's gonna be fine," Eddie mumbled to himself, adjusting his stack of character sheets. "Everything's gonna be ooohhh-kaaaay."

The door opened. He looked up, expecting his players, and found you standing in the doorway instead, your eyebrow raised.

"Do I want to know why you're psyching yourself up for this like you do before your exams?"

Eddie groaned. "Let's not talk about my exams."

You made your way over to your own chair, which was sat just a few feet away from Eddie's. (He'd been inching it closer to him every time, but he wasn't going to tell you that, and he didn't think you'd noticed yet.) "You mean the exams you should be studying for?"

"They're weeks away! I have to finish the campaign, too."

Your eyebrows knitted as you leaned forward, trying to catch his eye. "You have to graduate, Eds."

For a moment, his heart dropped into his stomach. He hated that. He hated the way you sounded both hopeful and hopeless. He hated knowing where that sound came from, that you were really hoping the two of you would finally leave Hawkins together, like you'd planned to do two years ago, before he got told he wasn't graduating.

He still remembered the way your face had dropped when he'd told you. That looked crossed your face in his nightmares.

"If I don't—"

"Eddie..."

"If I don't," he repeated, a bit more forceful, "you don't have to stay with me. You should go to college and start your life."

You reached over, putting your hand on top of his. "You're going to graduate this time. You're so close, Eddie. You just need to pass your finals, and then you're out of here."

He looked over at you, expecting anger or annoyance, but he just found kindness. He always found kindness. "You can tutor me later, okay?"

"Good—because I brought all my physics notes, and there's no way in hell I'm lugging those things around for no reason."

Eddie grinned. You returned it, seeming to stare into his soul. Eddie felt a familiar flutter, one that he'd been ignoring for the past four, almost five, years. He buried it quickly, before he could get distracted enough to lose track of his campaign.

Not today, Munson, he told himself, tearing his eyes away. He could see how your gaze lingered on him for a moment, soft enough that he almost wanted to admit he was feeling those flutters—and possibly ruin eight years of friendship in the process.

"Not today," he mumbled to himself.

You raised your eyebrows. "What was that?"

"Nothing important." He glanced over and found your eyes pinned on him, gaze narrowed. "I'll tell you later." You nodded, satisfied, and he neglected to tell you that later meant on my deathbed.

The door opened again, and this time it was Gareth and Jeff. Eddie grinned the instant he realized their excitement matched—maybe even surpassed—his.

He left his throne to clap Gareth on the back. "Ready for this?"

Gareth grinned. "You have no idea. I've planned for everything you could throw at us."

Jeff snorted. "No, you didn't. Look at his notebook—he's got plans within plans over there."

"Ah, ah, ah! No you don't!" Eddie swooped back to his spot, dramatically clutching his notebook to his chest. "Avert your eyes."

You giggled from the corner. Eddie glanced over and the flutters came back; you were doing that beautiful thing you did, where you tried to cover your smile with your hand but it still peeked through. God, Eddie loved that smile—and he knew the rest of Hellfire did, too. He glanced back over and found Gareth practically swooning, very red in the face. He rolled his eyes.

"Where are the little sheep?" he asked, glancing at the empty spots where the three freshman he'd adopted usually sat. "And Grant? Jesus, where is everybody?"

"Grant is on his way, saw him in the hall," Jeff said. "Don't know anything about the freshies."

Eddie's jaw clenched. "If Sinclair's skipping out on us for basketball, I swear to God—"

You put a hand on Eddie's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He turned to you immediately, missing the look that passed between Gareth and Jeff. "Easy there, Eds. Maybe they got held for a few minutes after class. You know there are plenty of teachers here that will hold back a class they think has been too rowdy after the bell. Or..." You fixed him with a stern look he would never admit made his stomach swoop. "Certain rowdy students."

He looked away from you, awkwardly rubbing the burning blush climbing his neck. "It was one time!"

"Twice," you insisted. "And that's only that I know of! For all I know, it could have happened on nights we weren't going out, and you just never told me!"

Gareth peered around Eddie to see you. "Going out?"

You nodded. "For milkshakes and things—"

Eddie pushed his finger against your lips. "Shhhh, let's not talk about that, okay?"

You met Eddie's gaze. Mutual understanding passed between you, accompanied by an intense heat and a deep sense that you had misspoke. Eddie felt embarrassment curling in his stomach; it was clear that while you didn't understand you were about to describe the failed attempts at dating you Eddie had made throughout the years, the other two absolutely did. He was never going to hear the end of this.

Once again, the door opened, this time slamming directly into the wall next to it. Eddie's eyes flicked away from you and toward the two freshman in the doorway, Dustin ahead of Lucas, who still had his arm pushing the door open. Both were frozen, eyes wide as if they'd interrupted something they weren't supposed to attend.

But then Eddie realized what the situation looked like to them. He had, unknowingly, wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you close to him to press his finger against your lips.

And with the way you were looking at him...

Eddie cleared his throat and let go of you, stepping away as if nothing had ever happened. "Where's the third one?" he snapped.

"Um...that's what we came to tell you," Dustin said, glancing at Lucas for support. "He. Um. Mike is..."

"Not feeling well," Lucas put in. "So he won't be here today."

Eddie knew his expression wasn't pleasant. He didn't try to change it. "Not...feeling...well," he repeated, words staccato and mocking.

The two boys nodded.

"Is he alright?" you asked.

"Uh...not really?" Dustin squeaked. "He, um." Lucas kicked him in the shins.

"He what?" Eddie snapped.

You put your hand on Eddie's back, shooting him an admonishing glare. His stomach swooped again, a pleasant mix of fear and arousal. He sat in his throne, placing his elbows on the armrests and leaning forward, hoping it would hide the tent in his pants he was sure would make an appearance if you kept up with those gentle touches.

"What's wrong with little Wheeler?" Eddie sighed, trying to soften his voice. You didn't glare at him again, so he guessed he did a good enough job.

Grant appeared behind the two freshman. "Does anybody know that Mike just threw up in the hallway?"

Lucas groaned as Dustin tried to hide the words with a belated, hissing shush.

"Oh, Jesus," Eddie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. With his hair creating a curtain to hide his face, he wiped his hand over his face, willing himself to pull it together.

He felt a hand on the back of his chair. When you spoke, he knew it was you. "Does Nancy know?"

Lucas nodded. "We went to tell her. That's why we were late."

"Shut up!" Dustin hissed. "Mike didn't want us to..." He glanced over. "Oh, what the hell? Cat's already out the bag."

"Nancy?" Gareth frowned. "What's she got to with it?"

You fixed him with a dry look that spat his question back in his face. Eddie had seen that look before, hated every time it was directed at him but loved when the other boys pining over you got it. "To take him home, Gareth."

"But what about the campaign?"

"What, you'd rather him throw up on the table? I'm sure Eddie would love that, wouldn't you?"

Eddie folded his hands together. "No, but it does create a problem—we are now one player short."

Silence fell. Eddie felt the question building up, felt everyone come to same realization and "solution" at the same time. He rapped his fingers against the armrest, waiting to see who would be brave enough to suggest it first.

It was Gareth. "Should we...postpone? Wait for him to get better?"

Eddie's attention snapped toward him. "Oh? Wait for him to get better, you say? And how long's that gonna take? A week, two? No—waiting would throw off the entire campaign. We need a sub for him."

"No one would play with such short notice, Eddie," Jeff said, shaking his head. "If this happened yesterday, maybe we could find someone, but everyone's left. Unless you want to go ask the basketball team if they'll spare another player—"

"Don't be stupid," Eddie growled.

"There's no sub, Eddie, you have to be reasonable about this," Gareth began. Eddie bristled.

"I'll sub."

Every head in the room turned toward you. Surprise flooded Eddie's brain. You wanted to play? The last time you'd played, it had been the same situation. You'd stood in for someone else, halfway through a campaign, and had been so confused you'd sworn off D&D for good.

"What?" Dustin said.

"I'll play in Mike's stead," you said. "I've done it before. Long time ago, and it wasn't exactly...great, but I'll do it." You glanced at Eddie. "If you want me to, that is. I know last time was kind of a disaster, but—"

Eddie worldlessly shuffled through his stacks. He sifted through every page and then flipped open a very worn down folder. There, at the back, was the page he was searching for. He handed it to you.

"Is this...?"

"The same character sheet as last time? Yep."

You stared at him. "You kept it?"

He shrugged. "'Course I did. I keep everything."

"No wonder your room is so messy," you teased.

He rolled his eyes. He saw Dustin's eyes go huge and knew the kid had taken it the wrong way. He had no desire to correct him. "Alright, that's enough of that. Everybody sit." He caught your arm before you could move away from him. "You stay close in case you need help. You need a refresher?"

You glanced down at the sheet he'd given you. "Um...maybe a little? Sorry."

"No problem, sugar. C'mere a second."

You did as you were told, the pet name going through you like lightning. Only Gareth seemed to notice, his gaze losing a little bit of light as he did.

~❊~

The ticking of a clock filled the room, coming not from the one on the wall but from Eddie himself, who was surprisingly good at mimicking the sound with his mouth. An eerie, whispering, scraping sound filled the room. If you hadn't been next to Eddie, where you could see his hand scraping the underside of the table, it would have freaked you out. On your other side, Lucas tensed.

"You hear it from a distance at first," Eddie said, his voice low. "But it's getting closer with every second." He mimicked the clock again. "The sound of magic and of chains."

Gareth shuddered.

"There's chanting around you. Too late, you realized you've stepped into a trap."

Half of the table groaned. Eddie's face lit up with a maniacal grin.

"He enters the clearing, cloaked and whistling." Eddie whistled. Unsteady and menacing, he swept his gaze across the table, making brief eye contact with every single player. "Try as you might, you have not the wits to escape me." His voice was deep and gravelly. Goosebumps broke out on your skin. You'd heard Eddie change his voice time and time again, but it never failed to shock you. "There is no stopping power as great as this."

Eddie locked eyes with you. A thrill went down your spine. "Yet there is always room for improvement. Magic is never satisfied."

"Here we go," Dustin whispered, his hands in white-knuckled fists.

Eddie leaned back. "From his cloak, Vecna draws a dagger. He lifts it into the air. Ritual must be satisfied." He turned to you. "What do you do, dear traveller?"

Your heart stopped. This was different from the lighthearted flirting you'd been doing with the other characters Eddie had pit you and the others against. You knew enough from his summary to know Vecna was not one of his regular, smaller villains, and you knew from the fear from the others around the table there was only one way this was going to go.

"I...try to stall Vecna, try to attack to give the others time to get away," you said after a moment. Eddie paused briefly, something flashing in his eyes. Slowly, he grinned.

"Roll," he said, nodding to the dice he'd set in front of you at the beginning of the game.

Heart in your throat for no apparent reason, you did. You didn't have to look at it to know how it went; you heard the groan of the others around you, heard the soft sound Eddie made, and knew your roll had not been high enough.

"You run at Vecna but are easily caught," Eddie said, and you reopened your eyes. "He puts the dagger at your throat. The others are terrified and trying to decide if they should help or run." He looked at the others. "Well? What do you do?"

You heard them each say that they would try to help, voices trembling. But roll after roll was far too low, so, one by one, they fled.

Eddie turned back to you. "So much for your friends, little one. Perhaps you shall meet them again, when I have killed them, too. He shoves the dagger through you and your world goes black, but not before you..." He made eye contact with you. There was a plea in his gaze. You studied him, saw the exhaustion in him. You glanced at the clock on the wall; the session had been going for nearly three hours. You could tell he was hoping it would be done very soon—and that you had a chance to end it now.

But what did you have to do?

Curse Vecna? Spit in his face? Cleverly not die?

Eddie licked his lips, hiding a mouthed word in the action. Summon.

You sucked in a breath. "I cast a summoning spell."

There's triumph in Eddie's face. "For what?"

You let instinct guide you this time. "Anyone who can help. Anyone who can defeat Vecna."

Eddie's grin was nearly villainous. "Roll, sugar."

You closed your eyes again and let the dice fly from your hands. You waited, not breathing, until you heard it stop roll. Eddie gave a shout of victory.

"Your spell is successful! With your last breath, you summon help from all four corners of the world, and lo and behold, a figure appears in the woods before you. As the world goes black, you see a cloaked man step out from the shadows. He throws back his hood and Vecna sneers. You catch a glimpse of his face as your vision fades to black, and standing above you is your savior—Kas the Bloodyhanded."

Eddie snapped his book shut. The reaction was immediate, his party leaping to their feet, yelling and shouting. You flinched against the wall of noise. Eddie grinned at you.

"Not bad for your second go," he said, voice still low and husky underneath the noise.

You smiled at him. "I hope you're aware I'm not letting you get away with not studying tonight."

He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Of course not."

Dustin finally succeeded in trying to get Eddie's attention by leaning over Lucas and peering around your arm. "What?! Kas? That's insane!"

You leaned out of the conversation, leaving your chair and gathering up the notebooks and pencils you'd left on the floor. You might not have understood everything that was going on in the game, but you enjoyed it nonetheless; the party clearly loved what Eddie had put together just as much as he did. You knew that appreciation was not something Eddie saw often, and you were glad he got it here, at least.

The party stayed longer than they normally did after games, until Steve poked his head through the door and scolded Dustin to get a move-on. The others dispersed quickly after that, until it was just you and Eddie left.

He turned to you with a huge grin. "That was amazing, huh?"

You giggled. "I'll admit I was a little confused, but I'll chalk that up to joining in on a session halfway through your campaign and not your DM'ing skills."

Eddie started his cleanup process, reorganizing the table and putting away everything that wouldn't be needed until the next session. He eyed you. "I'm surprised you got my hints—happy, of course, but surprised, too."

You left your stuff on your chair and helped him clean the table. You shrugged. "I knew you were tired. And you'd explained the campaign up to now well enough, I knew what you meant when you said to summon." You shivered. "But I see now why the boys are always so terrified during games. It's so high-stakes!"

Eddie grinned, and it looked slightly malevolent. "Helps that I'm so intimidating."

"You're joking, but you're absolutely intimidating," you said. "I've never seen you so intense before." You gave him a sly, teasing smile. "Maybe if you applied that to your studying, we'd be in a different state by now."

The smile slid off Eddie's face. Guilt clouded his eyes, and you knew immediately you hadn't come off as joking as you'd like to have.

"Oh, Eddie, I didn't mean... That's not what I wanted it to sound like."

He sighed heavily. "No, but you're right. You could be out of here, at least. I mean, like I was saying earlier—"

You dropped the papers you were holding and cut him off by cupping his face in your hands. His breathing stopped along with his words. You were shaking your heard fiercely.

"That's enough of that, Eddie. I told you I was going to help you graduate, and I am. I'm not leaving you here, Eds. I can't imagine life without you. You have been here for me through everything, and I'm going to to the same for you. Alright?" You ran your thumb across his cheekbone. "You mean the world to me."

He curled his arms around you, tugging you flat to his chest and squeezing tight. "Thank you for believing in me," he whispered, just as he had when you'd first told him you were going to help him graduate. You were just glad this time the words came without tears.

"I've always believed in you," you whispered. "Always."

You pulled back away from him, idly playing with one of his curls. For a moment, it was just the two of you staring at each other, Eddie's big eyes more than a little wet. For a moment, the air between you changed.

Eddie's heart began to pound. He watched your gaze drop briefly from his eyes to his mouth and wondered if it was about to happen. If he'd be brave enough to let it happen.

If he did, his deathbed was a lot closer than he'd thought it was, because he knew kissing you was going to prevent him from breathing for a good hour at least.

But you just smiled at him. "Come on—let's finish up here and go through my old physics notes. You're passing that test tomorrow."

He groaned. "I forgot there was a test tomorrow."

You laughed. "What did you think I was here for?"

"Me."

"Aside from you," you said, poking him in the side. He squirmed away from you.

"Finals, I guess. Something a few weeks away—not tomorrow."

You shrugged. "If you pass your test, you can pass the exam. Hurry it up, Munson."

He wrinkled his nose. "You sound like Harrington and Henderson."

"Well, it is almost nine."

Eddie yawned. "No wonder I'm tired. Alright, come on. Let's go home."

~❊~

Stifling your third yawn of the past ten minutes, you cuddled closer into Eddie's side. The night had turned out to be one of the lazier study sessions, which took place in Eddie's bed. Judging by how tired the two of you had become the moment you sat down amongst his blankets, that had been a mistake.

Sitting up had become laying down. Laying down had become cuddling.

This wasn't new to either of you. For as long as you'd known each other, you had been touchy and physical, growing up mostly touch-starved and finding comfort with each other.

But today, it felt different. Eddie couldn't quite put his finger on why today was different from normal, but even just looking at each other when you were checking to see if he was still paying attention resulted in outbursts of giggles.

And for some reason, he was paying even more attention to the smell of your shampoo than normal as he buried his face in your hair. He sighed softly, mumbled your name, and slid his arm over your stomach, his fingers splaying across your side.

You glanced over at him, putting your notebook back down on your lap. "Hey, you okay? We can stop if you're too tired."

"No," Eddie whined into your hair, pressing closer to you. "'m gonna fail if we stop."

You glanced at your notebook. "What's the equation for kinetic energy, Eds?"

He was quiet for a minute, and then he mumbled, "One half of mass times velocity squared."

"What about gravitational potential energy?"

"Mass times gravity times height."

You closed the notebook and threw it off the bed. "I think you're going to do just fine, Eds." You rolled over and wrapped him in a tight hug. "As long as you remember the equations, you can get through the test."

Though it seemed impossible with how at ease he already was, Eddie relaxed in your arms. He hummed softly and threw his leg over yours, clinging to you.

"You can do it, Eds. I believe in you." Without really knowing what you were doing, you leaned back and bent your neck to kiss his forehead. Your voice dropped to a low whisper. "I believe in you, baby."

He hummed. After a moment, he asked, "Did you just kiss me?"

You thought about it. "Not really," you said. "It wasn't a...a kiss kiss."

Eddie looked up at you, his face so buried in your hair and your shirt that you could only see those pretty eyes of his. "Do you wanna kiss kiss?"

You stared at him. You didn't know why you said it, or what courage possessed you to do so, but you smiled, almost bittersweet, as you said, "I've wanted to kiss kiss you for three years at least, baby."

Eddie whimpered in your arms, eyes growing wide. He wriggled in your arms until you were face to face. He stared at you a moment, lifting his hand to cup your cheek.

"Hi," you whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed now that the words were out.

"Hi." His voice was just as quiet. He brushed his fingers across your face, the touch gentle and loving.

"If you don't feel the same—"

"Of course I feel the same," Eddie said. "Of course I do. How couldn't I?"

You smiled. "Well, you did a bang-up job of hiding it."

"So did you," he murmured. "I've always thought I knew everything about you, but I didn't know that."

You laughed. "I don't know how you didn't know that—I wasn't exactly subtle. Why do you think I wanted to run away with you all these years? You thought I just wanted to go start a whole new life with you just because?"

Eddie huffed. "Well, we can chalk up me not noticing to me being a bit oblivious."

You giggled. "Let's face it, we were both a bit oblivious about our feelings to each other."

"Oh, God, yeah, if I had known you liked me, I would've asked you out back in high school." Eddie brushed your hair out of your face. "So, uh... Can we kiss kiss? Please? Please?"

You giggled. "I like the enthusiasm, Eds."

He whined. "Please?"

"Yes, baby," you whispered. "Kiss me. Kiss me."

Your eyes fluttered closed the instant Eddie's lips touched yours. You held each other's faces as you kissed, a clash of lips and teeth and tongues. You enjoyed the feeling—Eddie's lips were supple and soft, only slightly chapped.

When you broke apart, you smiled. "Your lips are soft."

"Yours are like heaven," Eddie said, pecking them again. "My own personal heaven." He wound his arms around you, tucking himself back into your embrace. "I'm never letting you go now, okay?"

"Oh, believe me, I never want you to." You brushed your hand through his hair, earning a soft, content sigh from him. "Let's get some sleep. And tomorrow morning—you're going to pass your physics test."

"You have such faith in me," he whispered, eyes already closing.

"Of course I do, baby," you whispered, watching him lull himself to sleep in your arms. "Of course I do."

You kissed his nose and let him fall asleep in your arms.

~❊~

You were at Eddie's trailer before he was the next day, when he got out of school. He opened the door with a huge grin on his face, that only got bigger when he saw you waiting for him on his couch.

Before you could even greet him, he flung himself down next to you and whipped out a paper. He gave it to you, practically bouncing with excitement.

It was the physics test—with a big A+ circled at the top of it, the comment of, Wonderful job, Mr. Munson! written underneath.

You squealed. You put the paper down and threw your arms around him, kissing his cheek. "Oh, baby! I knew you could do it! I knew it!" You kissed all over his face. "I'm so proud of you, Eds!"

He pulled you closer to him, meeting for a deep kiss. "All because of you, angel. My sweet angel."

You curled up on the couch together, kissing like your lives depended on it, completely unbothered by the rest of the world or the show that you had put on before Eddie came home. You looped one of your arms around Eddie's neck, bringing a smile to his face.

Neither of you heard the door open. Neither of you saw Wayne walk in and stop the moment he saw the two of you, or the grin that appeared on his face at the sight of his nephew finally kissing the girl he'd been telling Wayne about for years, always with a bittersweet, love-stricken sigh.

The smile was a contained shadow of what it was by the time he said, "Took you two long enough."

You sprang apart, grinning sheepishly, but you both could still see the pride and happiness in Wayne's face, however much he tried to hide it.

You looked back at Eddie, kissing his nose and drawing a giggle from him. "Yeah." You kissed his soft lips. "I've been thinking the same thing."

~❊~

Stranger Things // Eddie Munson

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U remind me part two

“Jack what the hell is wrong with you man?.” It was the following morning Jack was laying peacefully in bed with Ava till Urban and Neelam came into his bedroom.

“Damn it’s 7am what are you two going on about now? Can’t you see Ava is sleeping.” Ava was fast asleep next to Jack she was wrapped up in the blanket you once laid in. “Yeah that’s the problem she’s in bed with you and not Y/N.” Neelam scoffed.

Last night after seeing Jack with Ava you had messaged him telling him it’s best the two of you went your separate ways since he clearly hasn’t moved on. You would’ve thought he’d chase after you or blew up your phone with missed calls and texts but he never did, all he simply did was telling you okay and that was that.

All you remember is crying to Neelam about what you saw and her trying her best to reassure you and make you feel as if things were going to be okay but things weren’t going to be okay.

“Look Y/N and I just decided to go our separate ways last night I realized I was still in love with Ava and I’m sorry but she’s who I wanna be with.” Urban couldn’t believe Jack right now, Ava has put him through so much bullshit she’s drained him in more ways than one.

He remembered those late nights when Jack called him crying over Ava but when he met you things turned around and Jack did a complete 360. Even though he was hesitant at making things official with you, Urban knew you were the one for his best friend, but now it seemed like Jack just took 3 big steps backwards into the wrong direction.

“I can’t believe you Jack honestly you’re the biggest asshole of the year, Y/N saw the two of you kissing in the alley.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Wait she did? She messaged me saying she just feels like we aren’t working out but that’s about it she never told me she saw us kissing.”

“Why would she, it’s clear you made your mind up and I hope this time around you won’t be getting hurt again.” Neelam spat before leaving the room.

Jack looked up at Urban. “You got something to say? I know you do.” Urban shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “Honestly you know you’re grown Jack I can’t control what you do. I just hope you know what goes around always comes back around.”

With that Urban walked out the room as well leaving Jack alone in his thoughts. Maybe he wasn’t making the right decision and he’d regret taking Ava back he wasn’t so sure. Looking down at Ava he smiled softly at how peaceful she looked whenever she was sleeping.

Jack knew he’d regret ever taking Ava back because he knew none of her intentions were pure. But somehow and someway he knew deep down he’d be back with you.

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“Stop it Urban that tickles.” You giggled and tried wiggling your way out from under Urban but he was much more stronger than you. “Nope you said my hair looks ugly so Ima keep tickling you.” He grinned and moved his hands all up and down your stomach.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry your hair looks wonderful just not in that man bun so take it out.” You reached up and released his hair from the man bun and watched how all his fair fell all in his face. “It’s giving Goldilocks.” You grinned. He rolled his eyes and finally got out of you and laid down next to you.

You crawled your way over towards him and laid your head on his chest and looked up at him. He blue eyes already fixated on you.

You never thought you’d be in a relationship with Urban but after everything that’s went down with Jack a few months back, Urban had offered for you to stay with him and he’s been helping you in many ways and overtime you both found each other falling in love with one another.

“Do you ever think about Jack?” You blurted out to Urban, once Jack found out Urban and You were dating he completely cut Urban off. He sighed and closed his eyes. “Sometimes I do but what can I do you know? I love you Y/N and it isn’t my fault he lost out on a wonderful women.”

“You really mean that?” You pouted and twisted his hair around through your fingers. “I mean it a lot baby you know what they say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” You raised your eye tie at him. “Oh so I was just trash before?” Urban’s eyes quickly shot open. “What no I didn’t mean it like that and you know that.”

“Oh I know what you meant Wyatt.” He gasped at you using his last night and went to go bring you back into him but was interrupted by his phone going off. “Who is it?” He shrugged his shoulders and answered his phone, putting it on speaker.

“Who’s this?” It was quiet for a few second. “Urban? It’s me Drama I was wondering if you were free to come take pictures of Jack for his photo shoot with vogue.” You quickly muted the phone call. “He never told Drama you two weren’t talking?” “I guess not.” He unmuted the call.

“Jack and I aren’t really on speaking terms right now Drama.” Urban didn’t want any issues with Drama or anything but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to see Jack. “Please Urban you’re the only person I know that can come last minute and I’ll pay you.” Urban wasn’t one to turn down money so he agreed. “Alright just send me the address and I’ll be there.”

“Thank you so much.” Drama went to hang up but Neelam took his phone. “And bring Y/N I haven’t seen her in forever.”

Once the phone call ended Drama texted back almost immediately saying they’d all meet up tomorrow. “I guess we’re seeing Jack sooner then later.” He showed you the message Drama sent him.

You had an uneasy look displayed on your face. “We don’t have to go babe I can call him back and tell him I changed my mind.” “No it’s okay Urban I’ll be fine.”

Deep down you really did want to go you wanted to see if Jack was actually doing better off without you. Urban bit his lip and tried studying your features to make sure you were okay but eventually he let it go.

“Ima go get a drink you want anything?” You smiled. “Just a water please.”

You laid back down and tried distracting yourself from tomorrow you didn’t even know why you were nervous or getting so worked up about. You were with Urban now and you loved him.. at least that’s what you told yourself.

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“Well there isn’t any turning back now.” Urban gave your hand three squeezes which meant he loves you. The two of you stood outside of the studio where the photo shoot was being held at.

You’ve been off all night and morning you weren’t sure how you’d react seeing Jack or even Ava for that matter but at the same time you needed to keep things professional. Urban knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer and eventually they did.

“You’re Urban Wyatt correct? And this is Y/N.” Urban nodded his head yes. “Yeah that’s us.” The guy opened the door letting the two of you in. “Just make your way all the way down and turn left once you make it to the blue door and you’ll be able to see everybody.” You both thanked him before making your way to everyone.

The closer the two of you got the louder the music that was playing got. “When are we starting? I’m hungry and I wanna go home.” Your stomach fluttered hearing the sound of Jack’s voice. “Jack just shush alright stand there and be quiet.” Neelam told him.

“I guess things don’t change huh?” Urban said making Neelam’s head whip to the side she squealed seeing the two of you. “Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you both in forever, how have things been?”

“We’ve been good you know we can’t really complain. This one has been keeping me on my toes.” Urban directed towards. “Whatever you act like you don’t like it.” Playfully pushes him back. “I don’t like it baby, I love it.” He coo’d and Neelam gushed at the two of you. “You two are so cute together but I need some alone time with Y/N why don’t you go set up yeah?”

Urban gave you a quick kiss before heading over to his area to set things up. “Ava and Jack broke up.” Neelam bluntly said. “Wait for what? I thought everything was good between the two of them.” The two of you sat down before Neelam handed you over her phone. “Look, she was spotted out with Drake and sources close to him said they hooked up.” On Neelam’s phone was a picture of Ava and Drake and it clearly looked like they just finished doing something based off her messy bed head.

You felt bad for Jack mainly because he’s had his heart broken by her many times before but he swore life was better with her, he made his bed and needed to lay in it. “How’s he been?” You asked Neelam and the sorrow in her eyes said it all. “Honestly terrible whenever he’s in the studio all he can write down is your name, he has no motivation and since he found out about Urban and You he’s been a mess.”

That’s what you didn’t understand why was he worried about you especially since he’s the one who left you for someone he thought was better. “Do you think he’ll make things right with Urban.”

“Well by the looks of it they already made up.” Neelam pointed into the direction where they were. Looking up you saw Urban and Jack messing and joking around like nothing ever happened. “I guess if they’re cool I guess I’ll act cool.” Neelam caressed your shoulder. “It’s for the best Y/N.”

During the photo shoot you got hungry and bored, Urban was too busy going over photos that were good and weren’t good. Everyone else was on a little break. “I’ll be back Urban I’m going to get something to eat.” He just waved you off making you huff.

Making your way towards the table there was a variety of snacks but none of them really caught your eye. “Still picky with your food I see?” You jumped at the sound of the voice behind you but instantly calmed down once you saw who it was.

“What do you want Jack.” You mumbled and picked at the bowl of cut watermelon. “Look can we talk Y/N.” “I have nothing to talk to you about Jack we’re done, we’ve been done.”

You didn’t have time for this you didn’t understand what he wanted or what he thought he was going to get out of this. “Please come on I know you miss me.” He spoke softly and took your hand in his and when you didn’t shake him off of you he smiled. “See if you didn’t miss me you would’ve pulled me off of you.”

Taking your hand and pulled you into his warm embrace, your attention was to the floor till he took two of his fingers and made you look up at him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss that freckled nose and that charming smile he had.

“Fine I do miss you but what you did was seriously messed up Jack. What Ava did was seriously messed up but comparing me to her that’s just.. that’s just wrong.” Your started to get teary eyed.

He sighed and pulled you into him. “I’m sorry baby I shouldn’t have done that, you were the one for me and you still are.. if you give me another chance.” Jack was hopeful you’d give him another chance to be able to prove himself wrong.

“But I’m with Urban and he makes me happy.” Jack smacked his lips. “You’re lying and you know it just let me take care of you again.”

“I’m not lying Jack I really do love him.” Jack didn’t believe that for one minute. “The body language between the two of you is off almost like it’s forced, just let me do what I need to do.” You went to protest but he smashed his lips onto yours. You knew kissing him was wrong but why did it feel so right.

What the two of you didn’t notice was that Urban was walking your way. “Alright so we’re done here but if you’re down baby we can go ge-.” Urban stopped once he finally looked up and saw the two of you tongue deep into each other’s mouths.

Eventually the two of had to separate for some air Jack was all flustered. “Damn I missed you.” He said making you giggle. “How are we going to tell Urban though?”

“He already knows.” You jumped at the sound of Urban’s voice. “Fuck look it isn’t what it seems Urban.” You walked over to him and tried grabbing him but he stepped back. “No it’s exactly what it seems Y/N you know I thought we had something but clearly you’d rather stay with the asshole that didn’t deserve you from the start.”

“Urban come on don’t act like that.” You whispered. He chuckled darkly and shook his head at you. “Don’t act like what? Like I’m not hurt.” His voice cracked. “I’m hurt I’m allowed to be hurt I thought… I mean I thought what we had was real Y/N. I can’t do this shit.” He walked away leaving you alone in your sorrows.

“Shit he’s a bit dramatic isn’t he? Are you sure he isn’t the actor.” Jack joked but you weren’t in the joking mood. You broke Urban’s heart and that was never apart of the plan.

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I have to talk about Misha I’ve been holding this for so long. I am not defending him, everything he’s done is fucked up. I just want people to understand him better and idk how coherent this will be but HSVDVXHSBSJJDF

Bc if you hate him, totally justified. But I don’t want Misha to ever be simplified to the jealous crazy younger brother. Yes he is technically that but one thing about mochijun characters is that most of the time, you can always dig further into their psyche. And I feel like not enough people do that with Misha. I haven’t made an in-depth Misha discussion until now mostly bc I’m a potato. He isn’t 2-dimensional and he fits perfectly in the themes of vnc. Misha cannot be saved, he is a hopeless character, he bears Luna’s Mark while using the Book he is doomed. You can say he was doomed the second he entered the story. His brotherly love for Vanitas is twisted. He is the embodiment of tragic. Everything that led him to this point was not his fault. The only thing he chose was to follow Luna and join their clan bc he would’ve died otherwise. Luna and Vanitas are the only good things he ever had.

We all know his backstory. So of course losing both would make him snap. And on top of all this he’s being manipulated by Teacher. Who fucking knows the lies or orders Teacher has been feeding him. All this when he’s like 12....13 at most.

And let’s approach the vanoé situation. We know the depth of vanoé’s relationship and even though Misha might’ve observed from afar, he doesn’t have that context. To be fair he probably wouldn’t care but point is, he sees Noé as some random guy. And again, let’s withdraw ourselves a bit and see things from the outside. How much time has passed since chapter 1? How long has Vanitas and Noé actually known each other? We know that a couple weeks passed since the end of the Gevaudan arc. We know that a week passed after Vanoé got kicked outta Ruthven’s study. If there are any other mini time skips I’m forgetting pls lemme know. But let’s be honest, they’ve known each other for two months. If we wanna push it, three. Of course how long you know a person doesn’t solely decide how close you get to them. You can know someone for two weeks but depending wtf goes on in that time frame, they can become your ride or die. But let’s use Misha’s logic for a minute.

You’ve known Vanitas longer, both of you went through hell under Dr. Moreau. You have the same Mark, you’re gonna suffer the same fate. And from how you see it, he chose a man he met by chance a few months ago, over you. Someone who will never truly get it. He is putting his life in the hands of a stranger over yours. You finally meet again after all this time, and the brother who you believed puts you above everything, points a gun at you. Yeah, Misha fucked up. But that will hurt anybody.

Misha challenges their relationship. He questions how much it even makes sense. It’s not only “how can you chose Noé over me?” But also “How can you kill Father but not him?” Is he more important than us?? And that’s a valid question. Messed up but understandable to ask. Noé has protected Vanitas and has been pretty helpful. But Vanitas doesn’t need him to survive. Noé isn’t essential for this suicide mission he’s on either. Misha cannot understand what Noé brings to Vanitas’ life.

Misha was so dependent on Vanitas that he couldn’t fathom his brother not feeling the same. Vanitas loves Misha, no matter how strained or corrupted that bond has become. But he is not emotionally capable to stay with him. And he is allowed to feel that way. And Misha is allowed to scream and wail and be broken about it. In conclusion, Misha is an amazing addition to the narrative, I love him a lot. But I also love Vincent from ph so that explains quite a bit doesn’t it?

#anime #les memoires de vanitas #the case study of vanitas #manga #vanitas no carte #vnc manga #jun mochizuki #vnc #noe archiviste #vanitas #vanoé #mikhail #misha #tumblr #anime tumblr #tragedy #analysis #I feel bad for him man #hope he reconciles with Vanitas before they meet their end #hope Domi is involved too #luna vnc

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Van Hell

Sasuke x Hinata | Abandon from my WIP Folder

“I can’t… I don’t love you.” Hinata managed to push out. 

“What?” Naruto’s hand holding out the ring fell into his lap as he stared at her, confused. He lost the massive grin that had been plastered to his face. “I thought… I mean, you did.”

“I can’t do this.” Hinata squeaked, disheveling, feeling her face twisted up as she started to cry.

“I don’t understand. Everything’s been great. What happened?” Naruto wondered.

“Everything’s been great for you.” Hinata snapped at him. It was harsher than she meant it. “I can’t live like this anymore. We don’t know where we are going to end up, and we don’t know if we will be able to support ourselves in the next town. And you want to raise kids like this?” 

“Is the ring too cheap?” As usual, he wasn’t listening to her. He heard something about money must be the ring.

“No, it’s lovely, but I can’t be what you want. And I don’t think you can be what I won’t either.” It broke her heart, but after all this time, it had to be the truth. She was never going to be happy in this van no matter what he did to it, no matter how it ‘improved.’ 

“You left everything to do this with me. I thought this is what you wanted.” Naruto sat back from his knee, collapsing to the van’s floor. “To just be with me because you loved me, no matter where.”

“I didn’t think this was going to be permanent! I saw it as an adventure, not a lifestyle.” Hinata admitted. “You never want to be normal again, and I didn’t think you planned we could live in this van forever and have children here.”

Naruto waved his hand, flapping it on the bed. “We can get a bigger van, like a bus, one with stuff closer to a house.” Hinata fought, her eyes rolling. Like proper water? Or an oven? “You could teach the kids when they get older you’re smart.” 

“No, no. I do not want to raise kids like that. I can’t socialize children and I don’t want to raise them without a scrap of privacy.” Hinata rubbed her temples. This is what she had meant. They were different. She did love him. She just didn’t love him enough to put all this doubt and worry aside for his preferred lifestyle, especially since he wouldn’t do the same. They had never had a conversation about what she wanted or if that was even an option. She wouldn’t have hated this so much if it was part-time. If they had a small home somewhere for a few months and worked, and then when they had made enough, they headed out on the road and then repeated, but he wouldn’t even think about that.

“I think we can work it out.” Naruto sighed, looking disappointed, but he clearly wasn’t getting the idea she wasn’t going to be happy.

“I don’t think we can.” Hinata whimpered. 

Naruto got up. “Oh, of course we can.” He rubbed her shoulders in a tight hug, but she didn’t feel comforted. She felt like he hadn’t heard a single word she had said. 

“… I want to go back to Konoha,” Hinata told him.

“Like now?” Naruto looked at her weirdly. “I guess we can head back, but it’s going to be a couple-day trip you don’t want to hit anywhere else on the way by?”

Hinata sniffed, wiping her face and shaking her head.

“Alright.” Naruto patted her leg. “I think maybe with time back, you’ll feel better, and we can get back on the road, huh?”

Hinata didn’t make any move to agree. She couldn’t explain it to him. She wasn’t going to attempt to, but when she got there, she was getting out, and she would be happy to never see another van again.

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Naruto spent the entire trip talking about getting a school bus and converting it to a small, drivable apartment, where they could split the back into an extra little room for at least two, maybe even three kids. He thought maybe they could get a hot water tank for a tiny shower. Maybe even a toilet

Hinata could put together what he had wanted in her head, but she couldn’t imagine herself there. It sounded fun for vacation, just not her whole life.

“It’s going to be alright.” Hinata blinked, realizing that Naruto finally noticed she hadn’t been in a good mood. He took her hand with the one he wasn’t driving with and smiled at her. She offered a neutral face. He wasn’t going to understand it was the end until she stepped out with her bag. She wasn’t going to try to break his heart earlier.

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“Hinata!” Hinata was hugged tightly by Kiba and Shino, then turned to Tenten and the ever-aggressively loving Lee to be engulfed with more much-needed hugs. She smiled, feeling the first nugget of happiness she felt in weeks. 

She looked back at Naruto hugging people in his circle of friends from college, and she turned back to lower her voice to say what she couldn’t with her and Naruto’s shared cell phone. “I… I need a place to stay.”

Neji’s face immediately dropped. “Are you okay?”

Hinata waved her hand to assure him nothing was seriously wrong. “I’m fine. I just can’t live like this, and I have nowhere to get footing. Please, I will pay anyone back as soon as I get a job and move out as soon as I have enough money to put something down on an apartment.” 

Faces looked worried as she effectively sucked the warm moment dry of its happiness. Kiba started. “What’s happening…” Shino nudged him harshly. 

“I have the room!” Lee told her proudly. Hinata felt a wave of relief. Just because she had asked for help didn’t mean she would have gotten it. Neji couldn’t take her in, and her friends also had families. “It’ll be great. Since Tenten moved out, my place is too empty and needs more youth.” Hinata thanked him profusely. 

“But really, Hinata is everything okay.” Tenten was clearly checking her over. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just. Naruto-kun and I see things differently, and I can’t get him to hear me, and…” Hinata was rambling. She felt someone wipe her cheek. She hadn’t even noticed she had been crying.

“We’ll figure it out. It’ll be okay, Hinata.” Tenten rubbed her shoulders. “Do you have your bags packed?”

Hinata nodded. 

“Right after we’re all done with a happy return, we’ll grab them to not make too much of a scene, okay?” Tenten assured her

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“Wait, woah.” Naruto grabbed her bags and held them so Hinata couldn’t pull them out of the van. “What do you mean you’re leaving?”

“I mean, I am leaving. I can’t do this. I told you.” Hinata yanked them out of his hands to give them to Tenten’s waiting hands out the door. 

“Is this because I proposed? We don’t have to get married.” Naruto frantically concluded.

“No! This is not about getting married. It’s about living like this. I can’t do it, and you’re not going to change.” Hinata took a deep breath. “I do love you, but not enough to put up with this. I can’t push everything I want aside in favor of this. It’s not fair to me, and you are never going to compromise.”

“But I love you.” Naruto reached for her, and she let him take her hands.

“I don’t think you really do.” Hinata's voice broke. “If you did, you would see I’m not happy here. You would listen to what I had to say and compromise with me. You love this.” She waved her hand at the van. “You just wanted someone to share it with.”

“I want that to be you.” Her heart broke, and she closed her eyes.

Hinata knew that anything she said was going to go right through his ears. “I’m sorry.”

Hinata stepped out of the van. Lee wrapped an arm around her back, hugging her to him. “This is going to be so much fun to have you back!” 

Hinata could only hope he was right.

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Lee’s apartment was… interesting. He had piles of projects everywhere. He showed her proudly how the couch pulled out and the fluffy blanket he had for her. She honestly enjoyed the enthusiasm.

Hinata looked around at his manikins. Lee was really talented for a guy who refused to wear much more than a green jumpsuit all through university. She honestly thought that he had put more work in with the track team coach than he did into his fashion design degree, but he was always more interested in dressing women than himself. 

They were all interesting works of art.

Lee waved his hand toward the kitchen area and jogged over, opening cabinets and the fridge. “There’s always food, healthy and filling!” 

Hinata giggled. “There is a bar around the corner, right?” 

Lee blinked in surprise. “I didn’t think you drank.”

“No, no, I don’t really.” Hinata waved her hands. “But I need a job. I’m not going to freeload here even for a day.”

Lee frowned for a moment. She was sure she was going to a lecture on how she should take a break, but instead, he smiled. “You’re determined. I like it. Seize the day! Let’s go!” He cheered.

Hinata honestly couldn’t think of a better person for her nerves right now. He tossed her coat and offered his arm. She giggled and linked with him as they headed for the elevator.

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Her friends didn’t quite understand at first. Hinata didn’t know how to explain how she felt.

“I think I get it. I just never thought you would leave Naruto, of all people.” Kiba mumbled thoughtfully. “Like you thought the van thing was awesome, and you have had this crush on him since we were kids.”

“I did. I still love him in a way I’m not sure will ever really go away, but I can’t keep giving everything and receiving only what he thinks I want. I guess I got to the point where I had no more to give.” Hinata sighed.

“That makes sense,” Shino assured her.

“Now that you’re back, do you need a job? It’s not much, but I think my sister might be able to have you work at least part-time at the vet. It’s gross cleaning and stuff, but it’s something.” Kiba offered.

Hinata smiled. “Thank you. I already have a job.”

“Already? You got back yesterday.” Shino frowned. 

“There is a bar on the block that Lee-san’s apartment is on. When we were in need of cash in the van, we would work dive bars on the weekend to make cash. I would work the bar, and Naruto-kun would work the stockroom or bouncing.” Hinata explained.

“I can’t really see you in a bar.” Kiba scrunched his face.

“We’ll head in sometime to see your new skills,” Shino added in support.

--**--

Hinata slept during the day. She became a heavy sleeper early on in the van so that she didn’t die of fright. Lee’s music didn’t stand a chance, and she reminded him it was his apartment. He could sing as loud as he wanted. It was his place. He didn’t have to change for her.

She couldn’t be happier with the odd night schedule because it was a schedule. She could control it. She wasn’t at a different bar at a different time every few nights or flopping between day and night work. Lee seemed to love having her around, and Hinata was happy if he was happy.

The tips she was getting were more regular than she got anywhere else as people got used to her and knew she would get them drinks quickly. It made some of the other girls mad because she wasn’t working hard to flirt for her tips. It wasn’t like she was taking their tips because she didn’t get by guys who wanted to be flirted with. All her best tips came from guys who wanted to be left alone and to have their drink. It was usually older, grumpy men, but she found Sasuke Uchiha to be one of them. 

Sasuke didn’t look happy to see her the first night he came in, but she served him with no other word to him. She could feel him watching her around the bar. They had been in the same mutual friend group through Naruto, so she was sure he felt no obligation to be nice to her now, as she had broken his best friend’s heart. 

Sasuke came in after work, still in his suit. After the first few times he had come in, he started waiting for her to get his drinks so he didn’t have to deal with the other girls. He told them flatly he wouldn’t be tipping them, and he wasn’t interested. It didn’t deter all of them, but the majority dropped their act and moved on.

“The usual?” Hinata got out a glass for his tap beer.

Sasuke grunted his confirmation and took his drink. “What are you doing here?” 

“I couldn’t stay with him.” That was the only answer she had.

“No, not that.” Sasuke made a disgusted face. Maybe he didn’t resent her for that as much as she thought. “The Hyuga heiress, most likely to be a businesswoman or a trophy wife or both, and you’re tending a bar?” 

Hinata looked down the bar. It was a slow Tuesday, and she wasn’t being hailed so she could talk for a minute. “I tended when I was living on the road. Knowing what goes into a drink and how to keep drinks full was something I could carry from place to place and start up quickly. It’s all I really have right now.” 

“I’m surprised you put up with it that long.” Sasuke took a big swig of his beer, and she laughed. He was always Naruto’s worst critic.

“I think I was blind to the problems for a while because it wasn’t as bad as I felt at home. When I left, it definitely felt like freedom, but after no showers and no idea whether we had enough money to fix the van or eat, it got old. We did okay with the idea that we could just deal with it all until it came to the point that I realized he wanted to do that forever, and I wanted to be able to have a savings account and stability if something went wrong.” Hinata sighed, looking down at the bar. 

Sasuke made a face of disgust. Hinata grinned, noticing a drink low. She headed down the bar, feeling Sasuke’s eyes still on her.

When she ended up back after another round, she washed glasses in front of his chair. “What is it you do now?”

“I work at the family company with my brother. What else?” That is naturally what he would do. “You know it was a shit storm when you left. Your father told anyone who’d listen about you running off and whoring with a dropout.” Naruto wasn’t even a dropout. “But honestly, I don’t blame you. I can’t sit in a meeting with him and not feel like I want to punch him.” 

Hinata let out a snort. “He’s not pleasant.” 

Sasuke nodded, giving her a knowing look. “Did you ever think about turning around and using your degree?” 

“I don’t think it’s really an option right now. I have no work experience other than for my father’s company, and he, under no circumstances, would ever recommend me. I would likely have to do an internship for free, and I can’t do that right now.” Hinata explained.

“You should come to work for my family. I want to see the look on that bastard’s face.” Sasuke took another grumpy swig.

“I wouldn’t want to give you and Itachi-san the trouble he would cause.” Hinata was sure if she tried to get back into the business world, she would have to go super small and hope her father didn’t hear of it because he would make her boss’s life a living hell if she weren’t fired.

“Well, you can at least pour a beer that isn’t all foam.” Sasuke tipped his glass up at her.

Hinata didn’t know why, but the validation made her really happy.

I think when I wrote this, I was watching a lot of Van Life content, and I actually think that it's cool. I don't think you should cram 3 kids into shelves while you have a normal-sized bed and use them for content on the internet, but... moving on.

I try not to do anything internet trend-wise that is going to age my content, so this never got made. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#sasuhina #sasuke x hinata #Hinata Hyuga #hinata hyuuga #sasuke uchiha #vanhell #wip wednesday

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Best of Us

Chapter 20: Anything And Everything

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

AN: Hey so like Im back :) and with that so is the issues of tagging you guys for updates :(  So if you’re tagged and want to stay on this tag list please please sound off bellow! Even if you are a silent reader, I just need to know that way I can make room for other since Tumblr is putting a limit on things, which Is annoying as hell but at last I have an idea what I need to do. :) I love you guys and Im so happy I’m back!! Enjoy!!

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Your eyes were heavy as your head pressed back against the headrest of your mothers car, her scent wrapped comfortably around you as you listened to her humming along to the song buzzing through the speakers. You’re tired, your body heavy yet your mind was slowly clearing, focusing on your task that you needed to do today. From the checking of emails, and finishing a paper that you had been holding off cause you honestly just didn't want to do it. Namjoon being at your home, in your den, your nest, it kinda gives you the motivation to do all of the things you’ve been avoiding to do. His scent that had lingered long after he left had kept you more focused, and had helped you fall asleep and actually stay asleep like when you were in their home.

The duel ache in your back still lingered yet it wasn’t as bad as it was yesterday, twisting and turning didn’t make you lose your breath, and sitting down without padding wasn’t killing you. It's what made your mother feel comfortable taking you to work, yet even then she said she was gonna do check-ins and had packed two less of your medications. One that she said you had to take and the other was just in case the pain was too much, she had also threatened to call ‘that pretty omega of yours’ if you refused to take the medication with you. Which had made you slightly irritated, and even embarrassed at the thought of how you knew the moment that happened, a chain reaction of Hoseok and Yoongi knowing about it. So you took your medication with you.

“Y/n.” Your mother called, making you look over at her, her eyes staying on the road, her hair up in a high sleek ponytail, her usual light makeup and her work clothes styled for what you assumed was a casual day. As you looked at her, she had just pulled away from the toll, her eyes skipping to you for a second as she gave a small smile. “So you know how your cousin, Jungkook? He wants to move back down here.” You nod a smile slipping onto your face at the thought of your slightly younger cousin. You were a year and half when he was born, and the two of you grew up side by side till you were fifteen when your uncle had gotten a job in a different city and had moved. You remember when he called you, telling you how he had presented as an Omega, which was a surprise to you and many of your family, though no judgment from both of your parents and his had made it easier on him.

“Really? Does he have a place to stay?” You see her nodding her head, though the look on her face told you she was hiding something. “Mom?”

“He’ll be staying with us, on the pullout, for at least two months. He has a job already, so he just really needs to save an apartment.” She rushed out, her words had you blinking rapidly at the thought of another Omega in your home, on without a nest at that. “He’s on suppressors by the way, so we should’ have to worry about finding a place for him during his heat, but we will have to stock up on extra nesting stuff for him since a lot of his stuff will stay with his parents till he finds a place.”

“Okay.” You state, nodding your head as she lets out a breath of relief, making you look at her puzzled. “What did you think I'd freak out or something?” “No? I don't know, I’m not sure how to approach this stuff with you, even after all this time, I mean I'm a Beta, I couldn’t care less but your father had problems sometimes when people would stay over and I remember reading about how Omegas have their safe space, their den and lik-”

“Mom, it’s fine. It's not like he’s staying in my room or taking over my space..plus if..if it gets too much I can always go to the boys place.” You mutter the last part, heat spreading across your face at the mere mention of their home being a place for you to destress and seems to already becoming a safe place for you.

“Oh really?” Your mother teased, her tone making you groan as you turned off of the toll road and into the busy streets closer to your job. You felt a teasing squeeze on your arm from her as you huff and look at her.

“When will he be here?” You ask, trying to direct the conversation away from your personal life, your courting relationship between the four of you. Though it doesn’t seem to completely work, since her teasing smile was still on her face as she spoke.

“By the end of this week, he seems excited.”

“I wonder why he hasn't called me.” You wonder, your eyes looking down to your lap, you phone between your thighs as you feel the car stop as you look up and see the tall glass building.

“Maybe he's just nervous? I'm not sure you know him, he forgets to call.” You nod, a small smile rising on your lips, the memories of him and you when you were younger playing through your mind as you take a deep breath in and let one pass your lips.

“Remember the time we were finger painting?” “You mean the time you decided that paint brushes were annoying? Yes I still have the sweater you smeared paint all over with your hands.” Her words had you giggling as you saw people entering the building, your shoulders dropping as you looked back at her.

“Simpler times, huh?”

“Very, but not as exciting as the upcoming moments.” A hand rests on the side of your face, her soft smile  relaxing your mind as her hand squeezes your shoulder. “Now, get to work and tell those boys of yours we need to schedule dinner, all five of us.” You nod, a smile on your face as you open the door, your briefcase in hand as you step up and out of her car. The feeling of the wind whipping your hair makes you feel your phone vibrate in your hand.

Jin: Before you come in today can you pick us up all a round of coffee? I’ll venmo you back

Y/n: Of course, the usual?

Jin: Yes, but for mine can you get two extra shots of espresso? Long night of paperwork...

Y/N:  I'm sorry about leaving that all on you, truly.

Jin: Don’t be, I did it on my own long before you came around

Y/n: Still, I feel bad

Jin: Seriously don’t,  everything is fine Y/n, late nights aren’t new. See you when you get up here.

Heading across the street after waving goodbye to your mother you see a head of purple hair, as you walk in. Jimin's scent was slightly thick, yet the coffee was stronger but his sweets scent was just as alluring as to anyone who walks in. You knew the purple hair was Jimin  having received a crazy text from him in  the early morning yesterday. You had seen it in a blur between medication and your mother trying to spoon feed you breakfast before Namjoon had come over.  It was of him standing in a mirror, his hand purple, and his hair covered in the same shade and the words ‘Taehyung is gonna kill me’ under it. It was the one thing that made you slightly giggle besides Namjoon. As his eyes catch you you see the way they grow as he quickly ushers the person that was at the readjuster away as you move to stand in front of him. A smile on your face as he gives you a full toothy smile at you as he holds himself up on his palms as he starts to enter what you assumed was the usual order.

“For Jins can you add two extra shots of espresso?” You ask him nod as he giggles at you, his eyes looking back up at you.

“Sooo I didn't see you this past weekend or yesterday..” You trail off, his eyes moving up to your neck making you roll your eyes playfully.  “I thought you would’ve been busy…marked maybe? Maybe mated…hmm but at last I must’ve not been important enough to answer yesterday during my mental breakdown.” He dramatics huffs out and you shake your head rapidly as you move to pay.

“No, no I wanted to. I swear I just wasn’t feeling the best and I honestly opened it and forgot to reply.” You answer honestly, he nodded, moving to make the coffee as you moved to the pickup counter, “Purple looks really good on you.” you sate, making him look over at you and wink with a flip of his hair.

“Oh I know, I saw an Alpha the other day and I swear he was gonna pop a knot.” His words had you shaking your head, giggling as he started to put the lids on the cups.

“Oh and what about that Beta of yours?” Your question made him freeze, studders of his breath as he looked at you.

“Tae-Taehyung is not my Beta ha! As if.” he mutters quickly, his hand pushing the cups into the cup holder and sliding it on the counter in front of you. His eyes moved back down to the counter as he let out a soft sigh. “He doesn’t even give me the time of day, even when I do stupid things to my hair like this…” his words makes you frown as you lean forward when said Beta walks from the back.

“Text me when your next day off, we’ll have a day to just nest and gossip?” Your whispered words make the smile return back onto his face as he nods, his hand reaching to press against yours as you straighten your back and smile at him.

“I’ll hold you to it.” he teasingly says as he steps back making you smile as you say a soft goodbye and start to head out, as you walk across the street you could help but take a deep breath in as the wind blows through your hair once again.  You felt relaxed in the clothes you were wearing, black flare pants with an oversized white button down one of your fathers old golden necklaces hanging around your neck  and your makeup was done naturally. The shoes were the flats Namjoon had gotten you , the shoes were probably some of the most comerbe dress shoes you’ve ever owned. The memory of the way he had sheepishly handed them to you in Yoongi's office as Yoongi tried to act like he had no clue what was going on. As you entered the building head start to the boys private elevator, the morning light was hitting it just right to see the golden tint on the doors, you moved to place your bag down and scan your badge that you had clipped onto your pants before you had climbed into your moms car.  As you do you hear a loud ‘Hey!’ making you look over to see someone walking towards you, a familiar face, one of an Omega that had a meeting with Hoseok not long ago.

“Hold the door please! I have meeting with Mr. Jung.”  You nod slightly letting her in, as you follow her. “I swear I was gonna go in the normal one but there were so many Alphas in the line I felt like a piece of meat.” She chuckles, her hand moving hair behind her ear as she shows you her perfect white straight teeth lines with a bright red lipstick. You felt stupid in you chapstick covered lips as you look away. “Hoseok has been trying to get me a temporary pass for when I need to come and go, but god their security is tough.”  You nod,awkwardly chuckling along with her, feeling unusually small yet so big at the same time. She was just as beautiful as the first time she had walked into the building, her black hair was styled almost like yours yet it was done much better than your own. Shinner, much more healthy, and her skin looked bare of any makeup, her eyes wide and bright. Her face was breathtaking, and very easy to look at. “I’m Park Sooyoung..but I go by Joy.”  Of course you do. You think, your eyes closing for a split second, hoping the ride would go faster even if it was only by a second.

“Jeon Y/n.” You reply back, head bowing her way as she smiles brightly at you, her eyes casting to the door as she lets out  a breath. As if she was hoping for the doors to split open as well, and the moment it did she rushed out and right to Hoseok's office making you pause after you stepped out. How welcoming Hoseok's scent was when the door opened without her knocking, how you heard a happy chirp of her name from him. It made jealousy stir in your chest yet you held it back. Knowing you had work to actually do today, that Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon no matter how much you hopped weren’t yours yet and you had to deal with others trying to find their way into their life. Yet you also logically knew, from not only emails and setting up this appointment that Joy was truly just trying to become a partner with the company and that she brought many new possibilities along with her. That she was no threat, especially since Namjoon had yet to bring anything up about her.

“Coffeeeee!” Jin cheers, making you blink rapidly, as the tall board Alpha stood in front of you, his hand grabbing the coffee holder, taking him out and taking a large sip as you chuckle a thim. “I’ll give Hoseok, you give Yoongis.” he states, making you nod as he places his coffee down at your shared desk, then grabs Hoseok's then hands you back the holder, making you walk to the opposite side of the hall. As you approached the door it was already swinging open. There stood Yoongis, his hair slicked back and his brown eyes looking you up and down, his shirt looked to be a white cashmere button down matched with black slacks and the same old shoes he always wears.

“Pup…Y/n.” He breathes out as he smiles at him, head tilting to the side as he ushered you in, making Jin laugh behind you. Looking over your shoulder you see him sitting down, a smile on his face as he types away on his computer making you huff as you walk into Yoongi's office. He suddenly  takes the coffee, and your coffee with it, and places it down onto his desk. He moves to sit up against his dark wooden desk hand reaching out to you, making you step forwards as he grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours. You feel the way his slightly dry yet soft hand rubs against yours, how he traces the back of your hand. The way his eyes never met yours as his eyebrows knit together as if he was trying to think about something to do, to say.  “How are you feeling?” he finally asked, looking up at you his face didn't show how he was feeling, though you felt like you could guess. Concern, curiosity, maybe guilt. Yet you didn’t see pity as he looked at you. “Is your back okay? I know Namjoon went over yesterday, but he..he didn’t tell us anything.” He whispered his eyes looking back down as he took a deep breath, the way his words shook head you stepped forward, dropping his hand as your hands moved to rest on his shoulders.

“I’m fine, I mean yeah I ache a bit, but I'm back on my meds regularly and I even brought myself..well no my mom made me bring myself an extra dose just in case.” you said, a small smile on your face as he looks up at you and smiles, nodding as he moves his hands to cup the base of your neck. Moving it down he leans up and presses his lips to make you smile against them. The feeling of his slightly chapped lips, and the taste of mint gum of some kind had your toes almost curling.  Pulling away he lets out a breath as you chuckle lightly at him, your hand moving to the base of his neck as you twirl it around his hair, it wasn’t crunchy like you expect the top of his head to be; it was the usual soft yet coarse feeling of his hair. The way your fingers moved made a purr pass his lips as his head moved forward. Surprising you as he buries his head into your sternum, his nose puffing warm breath after breath against you giggle as he groans against your skin.

“I’ve got to work.” You mumble after a few more seconds of him nuzzling against your chest, his arms locked behind your waist as he shakes his head no against you.

“No.” he mumbles, making you giggle as you try to push yourself away from him, feeling his lips press against your top.

“Yoongi.”

“No, I miss my sleeping buddy.” he mumbles, making you let out a belly laugh, feeling the way his  lips spread into a large smile as he lifts his head up. Legs spreading apart pulling you in between them as you look slightly down at him, the sound of his shoes hitting the ground made you look to see he was stretching his legs out, resting the back of his heels against the ground. Looking back on him, you see his eyes already on you, making you jut your head back in shock as you look at him.  “I’ve missed you.”

“It was twenty four hours.”

“Of hell.” He mumbled after, making you roll your eyes as you tried to pull away once again, hand flat against his shoulders, making him pout up at you. “Do you not care?” he teasingly pouts up at you making you roll your eyes at him.

“I need to work, you know, to get paid.”

“I sign these said paychecks.”

“I don't want them for free, I actually like work.” “Oh do you?” He raises his eyebrow up at you, his tone playful as his nose reaches up and nudges yours.

“I never knew you to be this cuddly.” You huff, making him smile up at you as he finally lets you go, but as you slide away from him one of his hands moves down your arms and back to your hand. “Seriously.”

“What I missed you..and I...I know I dont show my emotions very well but I really do care about you and I just..I'm technically the head of the pack and I don't know how to do this whole courting thing correctly.” He pauses as you knit your eyebrows and move forward, closer to him once again. “I know Joon told you..but I fucked up so bad with Hoseok and even worse with Namjoon I feel like…and I want your courrting to be perfect.” His words had you hesitantly moving forward, wanting to cradle his head against you but the way his hair was styled you were scared to mess it up. Yet he moved his body back to wrap around yours. “I need it to go as smoothly as it can..so please..just…just let me know things about you.” You nod, pulling back as you look at him and smile.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything and everything.” His words had you giggling as you pulled back and moved to sit down, grabbing your coffee as you stared at him.

“You get to tell Jin why I'm not helping him.” Your words had him laughing as he watched you sip on your coffee.  Perring at him as you do, a playful smile playing on your lips as he shook his head, letting out a laugh as he moved to lean onto his desk closer to you.

“I think I can handle that.”

“Then by all means ask away.”

“Favorite color.”

“Periwinkle.”

“Favorite food.”

“Depends on the day.”

“Fine..what's your favorite food today?”

“Ooo…..my mom's Jjinppang-mandu.” You smile down at your cup of coffee as he nods a smile on his face as you chuckle. “Honestly my mom's cooking is my favorite food.”

“She cooks a lot?”

“Yeah, my grandparents own a little restaurant in Gwangju.”

“I’d love to go sometimes.” His words made your ears start to burn at the mention of him meeting more of your family. Though the smile on your face was almost painful as you looked at him and nodded, taking another sip of your coffee.

“Yeah I’d love to take you guys one day.” He nods, as he takes in a deep breath and smiles at you.

“Sooo any boyfriends or courting relationships before us?”

“No..I mean not officially there was this one guy like right after I presented..but he never made it official..never took me on dates or let me scent him..he made comments on my body a lot..my dad hated his ass.” You mumble your eyes knitting together as you take a look back up at him, seeing his jaw clench as he stares down at the ground.

“We..we haven’t made it official..or..or taken you out on a date.” He stutters out as he looks back at you, eyes wide making you wave your hand, shaking your head making him shake his head in return. “No no, don't say it doesn’t matter, it does..I did the same thing with Namjoon and I still feel like shit about it. Im…Im taking you out on a date tonight, just me and you and I can get to know you better than..the other two can ask you out on their own dates.”

“You really don’t have to.” You respond, making him set his cup down as he stands, moving to bend down in front of you, his own hand taking your cup of coffee and setting it down onto his desk behind him. As he looks back at you, he chirps at you, trying to comfort you with the sound making you close your eyes.

“Y/n, I’d love to take you out on a date, I’d love to take you out on many dates. Take you to my favorite spots, while you take me to yours.” His words had you peeling your eyes open, looking at him as you nod. “Cause that's what we do, when we like someone right?” He asked your, his eyebrow once again knitting together making your nod.

“I think so?  I’m not entirely sure how this stuff works..you’re the one with two mates.” That had him snorting as he rested his forehead against your thigh.

“Yeah,yeah, Hoseok was just very determined and he took the lead on the..the relationship aspect of it all…he was the one to officially bring Namjoon in too.” Yoongi sighed as he lifted his head and stood up, “but I'm gonna be the one to start doing this right..I need to.” he whispered that last part,  “I’m goons do  better with out courtship you than I did with our boys.”

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[fay-zay]

Opening Sequence || k.mg

Genre: Angst; nothing but pure angst

Synopsis: He lied, and you believed him. He lied again, you believed him again. That was what he and you did; run around the same excruciatingly painful circles just to be around each other. But this has to end and suddenly, Mingyu is left to choose between two options; one more painful than the other.

Contains⚠️: Mentions of cursing, guns, death of a character; in short this is a mafia Seventeen fic with every bit of angst I could muster, viewer discretion is requested.

Starring: Kim Mingyu, Choi Y/N (you), Jeon Wonwoo, Choi Seungcheol

Word count: 3120

Is this what it was? What it felt like? Like a thousand acidic needles piercing through an unreachable place of the heart and making this slow and painful? 

It takes an average of 6-8 minutes to fully die from a gunshot. 2-3 if you’re lucky. Sounds like a better option and more importantly, Y/N was ready to take on that pain. At the very least, it would put a stop to the unbearable, unspeakable pain that she had been bearing for months now. 

Her eyes screwed shut, her head resting on the back of the couch with an unswallowable lump on her throat; one that hopefully was to go away soon enough.

Wonwoo’s heart hurt at the sight of her. So broken, so helpless and stuck in a cage of her own making. Y/N might have been able to keep up that stoic and emotionless facade of hers but Wonwoo saw through it. He can't exactly help it. After all these years of being by her side, having her back and knowing her, he had unknowingly learnt her. Jeon Wonwoo knew how much of a dark and twisted painting Y/N really was; despite her expression mostly mirroring that of a blank canvas. Of course, the only exception was...him

Wonwoo had claimed himself to be immune to others' moods. He was usually able to maintain his composure despite what everyone else around him felt. But her feelings? They affected him. 

Every single time he watched her as she had pieces of her heart chip away. He saw through her naive smile and soft expression that she had saved for one man only. He saw the effect that he had on her.

The impact of his lies, the cruel blow of his betrayal; it getting all too much to bear. She wanted to believe him, so badly. And her disappointment and pain were enough for even Wonwoo to secretly wish that he wasn't lying.

Even though they both knew that Kim Mingyu walked into their lives with an intention; an intention of which they were fully aware of. Wonwoo regretted the day they decided to humour him. Let him live in the lie that he had the upper hand, that he was winning. At least he wouldn’t have to be the key witness to the agonizingly slow destruction of such a strong and beautiful woman. It’s pathetic how trivial such feelings were and then suddenly they weren't;

Suddenly they were shattering everything without revealing it to the naked eye, destroying everything Y/N had made. It was taking the girl tumbling down like it wasn’t stacked at the expense her entire life. 

“I thought you left,” She spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. If the room hadn’t been eerily silent, he wouldn’t have heard her. And Wonwoo wished he hadn’t;

“Like hell, I would!” He spat, anger and frustration coursing through his being. How was she being so casual about this? “You need to go,” Y/N urged, lighting a cigarette. Not once did she look up to meet his eyes. It was hard for Wonwoo to accept that this is what she was now. Reduced from her strong exterior to someone soo shattered and distraught.

“Y/N, can we not do this? Can you not?” Over the past few days, Wonwoo had resorted to threatening, yelling, arguing and reasoning with her. And now, he was finally begging. Making a last-ditch effort. One last attempt at saving her. “We’ll let him go, we’ll relocate, we’ll find something else to do. Just can you not take it this far?!” 

She sighed, inhaling the nicotine before sitting up straight to look him in the eye. How long had it been, since she looked him right in the eye? Like she usually does in a way to tell him her decision is final?

Too long it seems; given that Wonwoo could not recognize the look in her eyes. The beautiful honey swirls in her soft brown eyes seemed to be gone. Instead, they were dark and hollow. Like it was the tattered remains of her soul that were begging to be set free. As though she was trying to convey the message to him without having to make the effort of opening her mouth.

But she did it anyway because that’s what he deserved. Wonwoo was precious to her, sacred even. He was the only one who knew the whole truth and would know the entire series of events that went down.

He deserved the entire truth. “I’m tired Wonwoo, I’m tired and I think I would like to end it here. I would like to stop here. Can you let me do that, please?” 

For the first time in years, Y/N saw his beautiful eyes brim with tears. He was going to break under the pressure of letting his dearest friend submit herself to someone else’s will. His hands were tied; as much as he wanted to grab her and drive away into the night, far enough from the fire that she was willing to engulf in, he couldn’t. Just like she couldn't run despite all the doors being open.

Y/N had treasured her freedom more than anything else in this world. Robbing her of that would kill her whilst breathing. He could not do that to her, as much as he wanted to.

“I know you want to take me away, and I don’t blame you,” Her lips curved up in a small smile, almost non-existent but he could see it. “But I don’t see a way out of this Wonu, I’m sorry.” 

‘I’m sorry for pushing all of this on you, I’m sorry for leaving you alone, I’m sorry for everything’ is what she wanted to say but again, she couldn’t. She didn’t need to. Wonwoo didn’t need words to know what exactly she meant. 

He finally nodded, tight-lipped and tears cascaded down his face. He was going to walk out now. Get himself and the other boys to safety for what remained of the night. But before stepping out of the dark room, he bent down and placed a soft kiss on her temple. And then he walked out, without a backward glance.

Because if he stayed, he was going to lose all sense of composure. If he looked back, he would sink down into his knees and beg for her to let go. And that wouldn’t be something he or Y/N agreed with,

Harshly rubbing his jacket sleeve over his face, Wonwoo prayed for some divine intervention. One that saved her;

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“Oh my fucking God, can you stop breathing on my neck for fuck’s sake!” Kim Mingyu wasn’t the one to lose his temper or even go as far as cursing out his superior.

But his mind and his heart were at war with each other and S.Coups wouldn’t so much bat an eyelash at the emotional turmoil he was putting the man through. 

Then again; it didn’t bother Mingyu and it shouldn’t now, well according to S.Coups that is. “Watch your mouth!” He barked, “I’m not the one who’s stalling a mission for weeks!” Mingyu cursed under his breath at how callous and calm the older was being. Was he always like this? Then again, when did Mingyu ever stop to notice? 

“This is your last shot! Either you kill her or we kill you! The choice is yours!” With a deafening, sickening thud the call was over. And Mingyu knew for a fact that S.Coups would act on his words. It wouldn’t bother him the slightest; simply add a new notch in his belt. A new jewel to the crown he wore of being the most ruthless. 

To kill or to be killed; those were some generous options S.Coups had given him. And in normal circumstances, Mingyu would’ve barged into the room down the hallway and pulled the trigger without a minute’s hesitation but now? The mere thought of it disgusted him. 

Choosing to live over choosing to let the love of your life die; He was being selfish; yet again. He walked into her life when he wanted to, he fell for her because he wanted to, let her fall for him because he wanted to, and now he was going to kill her because he wanted to. He wanted to live,

He knew what he was to do. But there are questions, the ones that he felt were wavering his will. She had to have known. Y/N wasn’t an idiot then why did she choose to act like one?

His lies weren’t even convincing, so why did she choose to believe them? He knew that she knew. He could tell by the way her usually bright eyes dimmed a little each time he lied to her face. Then why…?

Shaking his head as though it helped him shed the thoughts, Mingyu lit a cigarette. He wasn’t particularly fond of the cancer stick but at times when he couldn’t think straight, he appreciated the buzz of pleasure and energy.

The white stick loosely dangling off his lips, he started walking down the hallway, steps slow and soft. ‘Please run away, just please don’t be there!’ He internally begged. He did not want to find Y/N in that room because if he did, he knew what he was going to do; regardless he wanted to or not.

But she was there, sprawled across the black couch, eyes fixated on the ceiling and a similar white stick in between her fingers. A few of her black tresses fell over her face, slightly curtaining the peaceful expression on her face.

“Took you long enough,” He could hear the smile in her voice. “Were you waiting for me?” He asked with a soft smile of his own. Their smiles at each other were the stark contrast of what was impending.

“Why ask something you already know?” She finally sat up straighter and looked him in the eye. They both knew how much they loved each other’s eyes. “I do, don’t I?” He didn’t allow himself to take a seat knowing if he did, he would stray from his original intention; once again.

“Why didn’t you go away?” He gritted out, losing his patience. “Why should I?” “GOD DAMN IT Y/N CUT IT OUT ALREADY!” He yelled, racking a hand down his hair. “Easy there,” She smiled at him. “You knew didn’t you?!” He glared at the petite girl. “Yes, I did.” She nodded. 

“Then why didn’t you fucking do anything?” “Did you want me to?” Rage seethed through his veins at her soft tone. How was she so relaxed right now? “Do you not value your life?!” His pupils were blown up in anger as their faces remained inches away from each other. Y/N lips curved upwards just the slightest as she exhaled a laugh. “Do you?” 

That seemed to have been the straw that broke the camel’s back as Mingyu huffed out an angry breath before retrieving the dark handgun which was hanging from his belt. “What does it look like darling?” He glared, aiming at her forehead. “Do I?” “There you go again with asking questions that you know the answer to, my love” She laughed humorlessly. 

His grip on the situation and the gun loosened as she used the pet name. He was growing more confused as each second passed. She wasn’t one to back down without a fight but now when she was face to face with death, she didn't make soo much of an effort to save herself. 

She just softly smiled and maintained to hold his gaze. “Y/N, why?” His tone softened like it was weakened by the gravity of the situation. “Why are you being like this? Go away, run away, just, please! Spare both of us from this!”

“Do you remember…?” She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “When I said I broke my rules for you? I knew who you were, what you wanted and why you were here. But I broke them anyway. Don’t ask me why, I don’t have an answer to that. All these months, I was waiting for you to come clean to me. I just wanted you to speak your truth but you didn’t. And I’m tired of running in the same circles.” 

It felt weird, laying out your feelings to the man you love while you’re being held at gunpoint. “I’m so tired Mingyu, and I don’t want to run anymore. I knew you and I made my choice. I chose this. So make your choice, and decide. If you want to spare me from the pain you have been causing or do you want me to die every day,” 

The air had been knocked out of his lungs as the aftereffects of her confession. She had been silently enduring the pain he was causing whilst hoping he would stop. And once she realized he wasn’t going to, she decided to end it once in for all. 

What was with today? What’s with the choices laid in front of him? Why was it soo excruciating to choose? Screwing his eyes shut with such force that they began to throb behind his eyelids. Why was everyone so cruel to him? 

“Mingyu,” She softly called making him instantly open his eyes. “Tell me two truths and a lie,” That earned a sad chuckle from him. She’d asked for those every once in a while. It was a twisted little game that they played. And she wanted to once again. “I love you,” “I’m sorry,” “I wish I didn’t love you,” He spoke through between breaths, his hands trembling.

Was he going to be able to do this? What he actually came to do? Serve his purpose? Was he going to sentence himself to lifelong suffering all while ending her own?

Y/N finally stood up and made her way to him, her steps steady and deliberate. She stood, much shorter than him but still, craning her head to look him in the eye. Neither were they angry nor accusing. Simply pleading and assuring. 

The gun barrel rested right above her heart; eyes staring into his. His beautiful thin almond eyes were red; he made no effort to stop the salty residue of his pain as they marked their way down his angular cheekbones and full lips onto his chin and neck. Y/N knew it was for the best.

That this was the best way she could go. She was going to die whilst watching the man she loved with all she had in her; this was perfect.

His sniffles had grown louder with each second they spent, was he perhaps trying to prolong their time? Even if it was a few seconds?

“You need to let me go,” She spoke through her own tears. Their eyes were starting to burn and hurt but neither wanted to break eye contact. “I love you, it’s okay,” Y/N assured, smiling into her tears and Mingyu finally pulled the trigger, his heart shattering into pieces once in for all as an echoing bang shattered the suffocating and heartbreaking silence in the room.

He knew he was going to carry this pain around for the rest of his life; like shackles around his hands and ankles. Every breath he took, every step he placed on the ground, every beat of his heart he felt; Mingyu knew he was going to be reminded of this haunting truth. That he was alive because she wasn’t. 

Throwing the gun aside, he rushed to cradle her crumbling body in his arms. The black shirt she had on quickly got drenched with blood, and the stench of iron and gunpowder quickly overpowered the scent of cigarettes and the vestiges of her favourite Aqua Kiss mist that usually resided in her room.

Her warmth was leaving too soon, eyes dimming rapidly and body relaxing in his hold, the hue of skin rapidly paling; she was going too quickly. 6 to 8 minutes on average. 2 to 3 if you’re lucky; was the world going to take her away this quickly? Was everything going to continue being cruel to him?

She was still looking at him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Forgive me for this! I love you,” He dotted her clammy skin with pecks, making a futile attempt at easing her pain as she counts her last moments. Just seconds ago, he was begging for even a second more and now he wanted it to end quickly so that she won’t be in pain anymore.

Y/N gathered the last shred of energy that was left in her to clutch onto his collar and urge him downwards. “You’re not a bad guy….” She murmured, her voice a decibel or two lower to classify as a whisper,

And then happened all at once. The light left her eyes, her skin went cold, her body relaxed completely and the blood-soaked fingers that held onto his collar now fell limply to her side. Just like that, she was gone, eyes still open, blankly staring at him. 

Biting down his bottom lip with bruising force, Mingyu shut her eyes, forcing himself to accept the fact he had used up his time with her. 

In the early hours of the morning, Wonwoo re-entered the room and was met with the cruel reality that stabbed him straight to the heart. Kim Mingyu; the big, beautiful man was now reduced to dust as he sat on the floor, holding onto the body that held the tortured yet beautiful soul of his best friend. They were both drenched with blood but who cared at this point?

And as surprising as it sounds, Wonwoo was not mad at the man in front of her. It did have something to do with the fact that he knew that he couldn’t achieve anything by being angry at him. For all he cared, he could blow his brains out right now and Mingyu wouldn’t even move a muscle. For now, he had reached a place far enough to not even care anymore. Y/N didn’t blame him for how the whole thing turned out so it would not feel for him to do that, either. 

So he let him hold her all he wanted, he let him cry all he wanted and never once did he deny him his right to her. He had after all paid a heavy price for it. To this day, he is the only one who knows that Mingyu was the one who pulled the trigger. He kept this secret, just like he had done with the twisted game of fate he had watched unfold.

The cruel conclusion that had started to build up since day 1. She was gone. Leaving Mingyu to be tormented by the memories, forced to rewind them over and over again, until he can’t anymore.

the end....

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[deceasedream69]

TRAUMATIC

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, cursing.

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I started to slowly open my eyes. My head hurted a little bit, from the back mostly. But my neck... the pain was worse there cause I was hunched while I was unconscious.

I tried to move my hands, but they were tied. I relaxed against the chair, trying to steady my breathing.

-" see... how beautiful she is", said a guy in front of me. I couldn't recognize his voice. "you're going to get us what we want, pretty thing", said another voice behind me. He brushed my hair gently with his hand, and nodded to the guy in front of me.

The other guy also nodded, leaving us both alone in that small room.

The walls were dark, and everything was wet because of the lately storms.

I was actually somewhat calmed. They haven't hurt me, and the only appeared to be two guys. I've had it harder.

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Spencer's pov

it was really weird that she didn't come to work today, or sent me funny videos last night. I always wake up and boom, 3-5 videos she sent me and a goodmorning message. But today, nothing...

Maybe she was sick, yeah, I didn't want to think anything bad. Even if statistically kidnapping was a really high chance, even higher with the fact that she's a woman, and even higher because of our job. But I was really scared of thinking of one of the worst scenarios. I was probably overthinking everything.

-"Hey pretty boy, you ok?"

-"have you heard from y/n?", I licked my lips and fidget with my hands.

-"no, she didn't talked to you last night? you know, while you discussed nerd shit", Derek smiled and hit me on the arm, playfully.

-"no... that's why I'm worried"

-"awww, that's cute, Reid. You finally have someone to carry about", Emily invited herself into the conversation.

-"I care about you all", Did they think I don't?

Hotch appeared and told us we had a case. We all stood up quickly and went to the meeting room.

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y/n's pov

It's been a day. They tortured me in so many ways. But my favorite is when they take a towel, put it on my face and then drop water until they almost choke me, it's so much fun!

No, but honestly it's sick how they record everything. I hate that stupid little camera, with the stupid little red light signaling that it's recording. Those are some twisted psychos.

-"Are you going to cooperate now, doll?", said the tallest, pulling me from my hair.

-"what the hell are you talking about?", I was tired, confused, hungry... so many bad things.

-"psht, we know you spy us through pigeons, that's something obvious"

-"yeah!", the other guy was holding a beer, they were clearly put of their mind. At this point I already lied about pigeons being spies, the water being contaminated, clouds being holograms, and other stupid shit. But they wanted more and more, and if I said something they didn't want... it'll be worse.

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Spencer's pov

-"they're sick!", JJ covered her mouth. Derek was so close from hitting anyone that'll looked at him wrong, Garcia had tears forming in her eyes and Hotch was even more serious than usual.

And me... I was all. Seeing how they tortured y/n, and we barely had any information to worked with. She was always so nice to me, a sunshine that made my days brighter. I didn't even like to use my phone at all, but seeing the messages she sent me made me smile everyday.

I know dating someone you work with is unethical, but I didn't care if we didn't even got to that point, at least I wanted to make sure she was going to be safe. But we had to act quickly.

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y/n's pov

-"God you're so pretty but so stubborn", the guy was holding my face with one hand, I could feel how badly he wanted to slit my throat with the sharp part of the bottle he was holding on the other hand. "record", he said plainly, and the other obeyed. "make this one live, I want this to be a warning".

The other guy only nodded. I was nervous as fuck, but I had to seem calmed, I didn't want to give them the satisfaction.

-"cars can't... fly... Does you car fly? does it? and why is it so important if they did?"

He slapped me. I can't believe a drunk ass man just slapped me cause I told him cars can't fly. But well, another freaky sunday... or was it saturday.

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Spencer's pov

-"Garcia", we were on our way to a suspect's house, but we were pretty sure it was them.

-"yes sir, um... I don't know if I should tell you this right now, but they're live"

-"show us, babygirl"

Garcia nodded and Derek took put his tablet. I got closer to him to see what they were doing to her this time. And what I saw...

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-"Careful, ladies, you don't want to hurt yourselves with that broken glass"

-"pfft, we" he got really close to my face. "are going", and he got even closer. "to hurt... you", he put the glass on my cheek, pressing hard.

The pain was so hard, a few tears scaped my eyes.

-"God damn...", I whispered.

-"God?! now you want to believe in God?!", He said walking away from me, like ready to throw a whole speech. "You know NOTHING about God", he pointed the bottle at me.

-"I know God wouldn't do this", I looked at him through my eyebrows. Some blood dripping from my cheek.

-"oh you're so sure about that?", he said almost whispering.

I slowly nodded.

-"would he do this?"

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Spencer's pov

Derek kicked the door but I was the first one to walk in. My gun in front of me, ready to shoot those assholes.

But there was no one...

-"Here", Hotch yelled, and I quickly followed his voice.

There were a bunch of pictures of us scattered all over the kitchen table.

-"this is creepy", Said Derek picking some pics and looking at them.

Suddenly a loud noise came from behind a wall. Everyone lifted their guns, prepared for the worst, when the wall unexpectedly opened, and y/n ran to me.

-"Spence! help!", she said hiding behind me, she was covered in blood, almost naked, except for her underwear and a thin tanktop.

I put my gun down, knowing that the rest of the team could handle the bad guys.

-"y/n", I caressed her cheek but she flinched. So I moved my hand, putting my gun back into the holster. When I turned back to look at her she just collapsed into my arms. "y/n? guys! I need an ambulance!"

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y/n's pov

-"Spence..." my voice was very low. I could feel my eyes burning from how bright the light was around me. I felt something touching my hand and I quickly moved it away from it.

-"y/n... it's me..." A voice said slowly.

I opened my eyes and a smiled scaped my mouth.

-"hi...", he said slowly again.

-"hi...", my voice raspy.

-"I'm glad you're okay"

-"I'm glad you're here"

A/n: I'm sorry I dissapeared lol, requests always open.

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[swaps55]

Snippet Sunday

Tagged by @cr-noble-writes. Thank you!!

Tagging @bioticbooty, @shadesofmauve, @pigeontheoneandonly, @laelior, @crescentbunny and anyone else who feels so inclined, no obligations!

From Mezzo.

~

Shepard lets go and takes a step back. Something red flashes in his eyes, eerily reminiscent of staring down Sovereign’s main gun. We rebuilt him, Lawson had told him. Like Shepard was a drive core that could be taken apart and put back together. The Two Billion Credit Man.

By comparison, Joker’s bone weave procedure had been a hell of a bargain. In addition to the Hero of the Citadel, you can also have a fucked-up pilot of your very own for a fraction of the price!

The Alliance hadn’t thought that was much of a deal. They wouldn’t even pay for the bone weave. Nice to know your life pencils better if you just ally yourself with terrorists. If Cerberus really wants to bump up their recruiting numbers, all they really need to do is lead with the health plan.     

“The Illusive Man said he had a pilot I could trust,” Shepard says.

“He may have been exaggerating. My track record isn’t great.”

I killed you. But here you are, alive. You, and my ship.

Shepard stares at him with that ice gaze, like he’s processing something and the gears got caught.

Coming back from the dead probably makes you think about a few things. Joker wouldn’t know. He hadn’t died. Because Shepard had done it in his place.

Why do you always have to be such a fucking savior?

“How did you get here?” Shepard asks finally. “Did you know about…whatever this is?” He nods out the window, at the silent, sleek Normandy that’s just as new and perfect as the one that had set out for Eden Prime three years ago. Like everything Joker wrought had been forgotten.

“Yeah,” Joker says with a nod. It was their biggest selling point. It…and you.

“This has to be bullshit. The Normandy is the only stealth frigate online. The Ain Jalut isn’t scheduled for shakedown for months. It’s—”

“Ain Jalut’s been flying for over a year now,” Joker says, guts twisting into a knot. And they didn’t put me at the helm. “Three more are in production now, last I heard. No idea how Cerberus got the specs, but she’s definitely an SR. I toured the ship this morning.”

And it had felt like coming home.

Except, instead of Pressly grouching about relay vectors from the CIC and Addison Chase gossiping about Felawa while Joker ran calcs, a disembodied AI calmly answered all of his questions.

If you can’t beat the enemy, join them, Joker supposes. Just throw in a few cushy upgrades like leather seats and a tricked-out lounge, and no one will notice the missing people Cerberus didn’t resurrect.

The ones whose lives didn’t pencil.  

#snippet #opus!verse

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 37 - The Gathering Storm

Start here:

Summary: The war intensifies. Fred makes a surprising decision.

Warnings: mentions of people going missing

~•~

The Burrow was a place of chatter, of laughter, of the tinkling of glasses and the clatter of dinnerware.

Of joy.

But tonight, it lay in silence. A sense of dread twisted in the pit of Y/N's gut, and she reached for George's hand at the same time he reached for hers.

Familiar, safe, warm.

It was difficult to believe that less than a week ago, the two of them had walked down Diagon Alley with barely a care in the world.

~•~

At first, it began as most rumors do. Whispers on the wind, stories of people disappearing that not even friends of friends of friends knew. A few missing person posters appeared on Diagon Alley. Still, it was no one anyone knew. Then an old school mate of Bill's went missing.

Followed by someone else they knew.

And then another.

And another.

And another.

They could no longer pretend that it could never happen to them.

The war had become real. It'd become personal.

~•~

Mr. Weasley cleared his throat. "We're not here tonight to talk about plans or strategies. We're here because any one of us could be next."

"Those of us who lived through the first war saw this coming when the first missing people were confirmed a few weeks ago," Alaister Moody elaborated. "What we didn't expect was how quickly it would escalate."

"It didn't happen like this the first time," Lupin added. "It wasn't until the last few months of the war that they were kidnapping people at this rate."

"They're being proactive this time," George commented.

Lupin nodded. "Seems to be the case."

"So, what happens now?" Y/N asked.

"We're going to be proactive too," Arthur said.

"More like reactive," Moody grumbled. "Just like the first time, only sooner."

Mr. Weasley cut his eyes over to him but continued on undeterred. "From this point forward, we don't want anyone going anywhere alone. This includes apparating and using the floo system. You never know what you might be walking into."

"Last I checked," Fred spoke. "They're grabbing people off the streets, not kidnapping them from their homes."

"Yet," Lupin said. "But it's only a matter of time."

~•~

One week later

Y/N and George apparated back to the apartment after dinner at The Leaky Cauldron to find a quiet and sullen Fred sitting on the sofa.

"Hey mate," George said. "Didn't expect you back til tomorrow."

"I'm not interrupting your plans, am I?" He mumbled.

George and Y/N shared a look. "Of course not," Y/N said.

"Everything ok, Freddie?" George asked.

Fred took a swig of firewhiskey. And it was only then that they realized he'd downed half the new bottle they purchased yesterday.

"I broke up with Angie."

"What??" George and Y/N stared down at the older twin, who still refused to look at either of them.

"Why?" Y/N sat down on his right while George took the left. "What happened?"

Fred shrugged. "Nothing. She's just better off."

George reached over and took the bottle from Fred's hands. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about me, the Order, the war!" He shouted, finally looking at his brother. "Everything." His voice grew softer as he stood and crossed to the window. "I don't want to put her at any more risk than she already is."

Memories of a similar conversation with George flitted through Y/N's mind. "What does Angie think about all this?" She asked.

"She's pissed," Fred sighed. "And upset."

'And rightfully so,' Y/N thought.

"Freddie, um," George began. "Maybe you should think about this before - "

"I have thought about," Fred cut in. "I've thought about it all week. If I'm a target, she is, too. The further away she is from me, the better."

"But - " George began again.

"No!" Fred cut him off again. "I know where you're going with this and it's not going to work. As soon as I told her about the Order's new rules, she stopped arguing." Fred flopped down onto the window seat. "Don't you get it? Angie can't live like that. She won't live like that. She's not going to give up her independence for anyone or anything."

George opened his mouth, then closed it again. Y/N reached out and touched his arm gently. "Should I go?" She mouthed.

He sighed, chewing on his lip for a moment, then slowly nodded his head.

"I think I'll leave the two of you to talk," she announced and gave George a quick kiss. "Good luck," she whispered, then hurried off to their bedroom.

~•~

Y/N was already asleep by the time George shuffled into the bedroom sometime around 2 am. Rather than immediately collapsing, as he normally would, he sat next to his unconscious girlfriend, marveling at how deeply she slept. Unlike him, who'd wake up at the slightest sound, the woman could sleep through anything. He'd once joked that he could set off a whole box of whizbangs in the bedroom, and the most she'd do would probably be to roll over.

After a few minutes, he rose and walked over to his dresser, and pulled out a small box from the top drawer. He opened it up and gazed at the contents within.

George had planned on giving it to Y/N once the war was over, but now, with the darkness closing in combined with Fred's relationship falling apart, a certain urgency rose up within him. He looked back at Y/N, who hadn't moved an inch before returning the box back to the drawer, his mum's words replaying in his head.

~•~

"It's all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of decisions they'd normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and centre —"

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[highcaliberstupidity]

Whumptober Day 1 Cracked Brain Pans

Rating Mature CW's/Tags Major Character Injuries, concussions, broken bones, being partially buried, open ending, Ghoap if you really really squint Characters John 'Soap' MacTavish, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Johnathan Price Summary

"-Op, I repeat, what is your condition?" What was his condition? Wrenching his arm free of the debris, he wraps weak fingers around his radio, clearing his throat with a rattling cough. "Alive, sir." He manages, letting his head fall back against the sheetrock.

Soap doesn't miss things, not usually anyway. 

Because missing things in his line of work is deadly . 

But, Soap is also human, unfortunately. 

Going on 72 hours of five-second naps doesn't help either. His reaction time is buggered and he knows it, but the others are just as bad off. 

Ghost on overwatch, running on caffeine pouches and disgusting mouthfuls of bitter MRE coffee grounds while the breaching squad relied on adrenaline and stims. 

It sucked, and they'd all crash hard when it was over. 

But all Soap could currently think about was getting out from underneath the door frame he was currently trapped under. He's not even sure how long he lays there, dazed and confused as pain splits his skull and he fights off waves of nausea and exhaustion.

It would be so easy, to give in to the crushing wave of black that keeps pushing on his eyelids, to just sleep , just for a moment. 

But he can distantly hear Price shouting his name, somehow both muffled and ear-splitting all at once. 

"-Op, I repeat, what is your condition?!" 

What was his condition?

Wrenching his arm free of the debris, he wraps weak fingers around his radio, clearing his throat with a rattling cough. 

"Alive, sir." He manages, letting his head fall back against the sheetrock. 

"Sitrep Sergeant." Ghosts haggard voice crackles in his ears, and Soap groans as he forces himself to lift his head again and take stock of himself. 

His left arm was pinned under himself, the shoulder on fire while his fingers remained stubbornly numb. Dislocated, could be worse. His spine was twisted at an odd, and not comfortable angle, but it didn’t feel broken. When he tried, his toes wiggled, which meant he still had legs and confirmed his spine was intact.  

All in all, alive, but more than a little fucked. 

"Yellow." Usually, tags were left by medics, but Soap and everyone else on the 141 understood them enough to understand the gravity of the situation. 

He was stable but in a bad way. 

"Left arms pinned, pretty sure my shoulders dislocated. Definitely got a broken rib or two, and I'm half-buried. Damn trip wires." He hisses, wincing as each breath puts pressure on everything . 

"Hold fast Soap, we're coming to you." It's Price again, and Soap scrambles to get his fingers on the radio again. 

"Negative, get that fuckin intel first, Sir." He barked, knowing he'd have hell to pay for that. "I'm solid here, no one's gonna come and look for me if you and Gaz are still on base. You said it yourself, we can't fuck this mission." 

Silence falls for a minute, and all Soap can hear is the creaking of rubble and his own pained breathing. 

"...Copy, but if the situation changes, you say something. Understood?" Price's voice is tight, and Soap can already see the expression on his face. 

"Rog, make it snappy, aye?" He quips, before dropping his hand and letting himself go limp for just a moment. 

He knows he needs to stay awake, knows he needs to start trying to free himself. 

But fuck, all he wants to do is fucking sleep . 

-

He doesn't even realize he's passed out until he hears shouting, feels the weight on his ribs finally lift . 

He takes in a sharp gasp of air, eyes fluttering open as he takes in the first full breath of air he's had in hours . And then the pain hits, broken ribs screaming from the pressure of his lungs as he curls into himself. 

"Soap, hold still son, hold still." Price's voice floats into his ears, and he can hear him and Gaz going back and forth over his head as agony runs like fire in his veins. 

He opens his eyes when he feels a tap on his cheek, Gaz's face swimming into view. 

"Come on, keep those pretty blues open MacTavish. How many fingers?" He sees his hand move, watches as it distorts, and watches it move three more times before his stomach clenches, and he has to shut his eyes again. 

"Can't. F-fuck, gonna be sick if I open my eyes again." He groans, feeling more debris being displaced around him as Price continues to dig him free. 

"Major concussion then, dislocated arm, definitely broken some ribs. Anything else feel broken?" 

He shakes his head, only to bite down on his own tongue as he nearly hurls again. "Na, t-think I'm okay. Just fuckin knackered." He grumbles, feels hands roaming over his body, poking, prodding, testing. 

"Sorry mate, no rest for you until we get you to med. Now hold fast, this is gonna hurt." And fuck, hurt it fucking does. Together Gaz and Price heft him up, firm hands guiding him up until he's propped with his good arm thrown over Price's shoulders. 

His Captain slings an arm around him, and he looks thunderous . Soap's definitely going to get the reaming of his life when medicals finally done with him. 

But Price doesn't say anything to him, instead gripping his radio as he hugs him close to his side. Gaz takes point and begins to lead them down the hall towards their rendezvous point. 

"Watcher, intel and Bravo 7-1 secured, he's alive but needs immediate medical attention. Ghost, move for the rendezvous, we're heading out." 

"Roger, on the move." Ghost responds, and he sounds relieved . Soap tries not to feel too warm about that.

"Bravo, exfil is five mics out. Advise you haul ass." The pilots voice crackles in their ears, and Soap can feel his eyelids drooping. 

He knows he has to stay awake, that sleeping with a concussion can kill him.

But as Price hauls him across the empty compound courtyard and towards the green smoke of exfil, he thinks a nap might not be so bad. 

He hears several voices yelling at him to stay awake, a growling staticky threat in his ear from Ghost, as his steps falter and his feet begin to drag. 

"Mmmm, just a mo, m' solid." He slurs, and Price's arm around his middle squeezes. 

"Almost to the helo son, keep your fucking eyes open, that is an order ." His Captain growls, and Soap tries, he really, really does. 

But as his boots scrape against metal and a second set of hands reaches out to maneuver him with gruff instructions, he can feel his grip on reality slipping from his hold like grains of sand. 

The last thing he hears is his name, from Ghost's mouth, as he's being laid out on the cold, vibrating metal floor of the exfil helo.

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