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their flaws.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ masterlist

━ about: angst! ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: requested by anon! These are as accurate as any vibe check I give to strangers, I'm fairly sure I can do more realistic tea leaf readings! So put your pitchforks down!

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

absolutely passive aggressive

sometimes when stressed (which is not that unoften)

sometimes when jealous

but definitely dampens your spirits by giving a very dry, sarcastic "awesome" to some harmless questions

if you have ever seen a single American interview you know exactly what I'm talking about

If he's jealous of someone who he knows he shouldn't also does this

Especially if you're talking about them

Say like a coworker or a neighbour who was helpful or funny

He goes like "well aren't they just the greatest person ever! I'll gift you a mini fridge at your wedding."

Then stomps away

I feel like he's a stomper

Always comes back, gently knocking on the door and apologising for his behaviour

And he is ashamed of it because dumping all the bottled-up anger is not something any partner should do but occasionally it does happen

People are not perfect

Also tends to, how to explain, be too decisive about your decisions

Say you consult him on what to do

And he has decided on option A because that's what he would do he doesn't listen to option B

Even if it's the one you're more partial to

Which is fine

But then he goes and does the thing of "well if you want to fail completely and face the consequences of the wrong decision, please go ahead"

He has a bit of a problem with micromanaging given the line of work, being a leader and undercurrent of care

He wants you to succeed but it just comes off as such a high horse it makes you want to choke him

Speaking of jealousy has his episodes

You'd think he has nothing to be insecure about but he has a lot of them

Sometimes he thinks he doesn't look right

You know how he at times mentions not being the best looker

Which is...Mr Kim, check your prescription, please

But most of all gets insecure about the way his career impacts you and your relationship

There are other people who can give you all this love and share it freely

So he works himself into a tight little ball of stomach ulcer and then as a defence becomes passive aggressive

It's a bit of a cursed cycle

Rolls! His! Eyes! With! A! Deep! Sigh!

Especially when you're arguing

Which for me is an open-arm invitation to tear someone a second, a third or whatever number hole, it'll be new for sure but hey I've got anger issues

Fairly emotional in the moment, he can get loud and assertive

Cause I think he's used to partially bulldozing his way through

Luckily though someone so keen on self-improvement will genuinely try to fix these flaws, listen to your arguments and objections

But once again no one is perfect

YOONGI:

Because I'm a Yoongi stan I might be biased

I am biased

But I think he hides his flaws well by pulling back

Like if he wants to snap he knows he can ruin a good thing in his life so he bites his tongue

With that out of the way

He is reserved

He does spend a lot of time on work

He doesn't know how to relax

He will lug his equipment everywhere and anywhere

Even if you beg him to relax for just three days, he just can't

Sometimes relies on drinking too much to get him through the week

He has a knack to prove someone wrong

It's a knee-jerk reaction mostly

Say, your friend that he does not particularly like would say something incorrect, he'll pipe up from his corner in an extremely arid tone

"Hmm, funny you should say that, because blah blah. Guess ignorance is not that hard of a burden to bear."

Sometimes he expects you to read his mind

Let's say he's saying with his mouth "I want to stay home" but he actually wants someone to drag him outside but also he wants to complain about it the whole time

But because people can't read minds you leave him be

And then he's left to sulk

You're going to have a hard time if you're a person who enjoys going outside, actively being involved in things

Because even if he does it, he does it simply because of you, not because he wants to

And it's just so apparent that he does not want to be here that in the end it just ruins the whole thing

Speaking of, he sometimes goes along with things he doesn't want to just because acts of service is his love language but sometimes it's better to just state it outright that he doesn't want to instead of lying

Doesn't want surprises that interfere with his schedule and work even if they're well-meaning

Clearly wants to say "I told you so" on some occasions and be smug about

If only he could hide it better

Can diss you, your friends and your family with a throwaway remark that he didn't think much about it just ends up cutting deeper than he ever thought

I think he can be careless? in a way when you're sick

For example, if you're feeling bad and you just want to whine and be catered to he could just call you and say take your pills and that's it

Doesn't exactly coddle you in a situation like this because that's what he would do himself

But he's not a bad listener so there's a fine chance that over time he'll be at a middle ground with these issues

JIN:

Doesn't always understand when he needs to be serious

Sometimes he needs to be sad, sombre and depressed for the occasion

But he has a hard time breaking out of that jokester role

So it can come off as ingenuine and shallow

Occasionally you want someone to just ask, give a serious question to which you could seriously answer, to get all those feeling out and not just make endless jokes which give no opportunity for deeper discussion

Talks about himself a tad too much

I could see how someone could get tired of it, even if it's self-depreciative

If you're mentioning how you don't feel pretty, he could misconstrue it as just the occasional thought everyone has not something he needs to assure you about

"Don't worry," he might say with a light chuckle but the gap in your chest is on the opposite quite heavy. "I'll be handsome enough for two."

"Yeah, you're perfect," you scowl and walk away, hands in pockets

I think he can sometimes unintentionally create this disappointing pang in your heart

That you're not heard enough

That he doesn't want to engage in a deep, philosophical discussion

Because that is not something he's partial to

This could mean you turn to other people to talk about your problems

And he becomes huffy

"What? Am I not...good enough?" he asks, defensive

"Not in this case."

And it creates this stifling situation where no one is at fault and yet is right in their own way

It's your right to want to converse about this

And it's his right to remain true to his nature

I don't think he knows how to change himself manually so to speak

Jin always strikes me as the guy who changes by naturally maturing and by experience not by putting out a list in his head "this is what we fix, this is what we do"

But also this jokester role is exactly that - a role

He's not as cheerful deep down but he's not used to sharing it openly

He's used to diffusing the tension, not creating it

HOSEOK:

I think a large portion would say that it is Yoongi who struggles with shyness and intimacy and communication but it is my humble opinion that the absolute hardest to get to know is Hoseok

He's very supportive of you but is almost dismissive to receive any compliments

It's like he's not able to comprehend how to accept his faults

Already so soon after releasing "Jack in the Box", he said he was already looking for setbacks and flaws

I think it can be discouraging to have your compliments and praises brushed by with a polite smile and nod of the head that clearly says "I don't believe anything you just said"

He's so overly critical over anything he does and is so obstinate about being even...cheered up about it?

I think at this point it's how he's wired - to reach for new heights by stepping down upon the old ones

But it can be depressing to see someone you love continually tear themselves down

Another absolute workaholic has every minute of every day planned down and scheduled and someone really grave needs to happen to break that schedule

Bad at intimacy

I've always said it but a relationship with Hoseok to me is the kind where you're with a friend first and foremost

He's better at handling friends than lovers

Struggles to communicate his side of things

He listens more than talks

Absolutely intentionally directs questions at you so you would talk about yourself (which is what he wants to hear) instead of talking about himself

He thinks of himself as your silent glue, keeping your shit together but not voicing any of his sentiments over it

Again, many would say Yoongi but I think it's Hoseok that's independent to a fault

Like a little helper rushes to do what he needs to but accepts no help

Brushes off with a smile that it's no worry, that he can do it himself

Getting to know him means hitting a giant fortress over and over again

So it's very frustrating but once every while he breaks and lets it all out

What matters is that it is during this you try to convince him as hard as you can that it's okay to share and not scheme everything out like a lone mastermind

JIMIN:

His best qualities are also his greatest flaws

Meaning he cares about everyone

And so gets caught up in other people's problems

More than once has come late at night because "a friend needed help"

Worries a lot about everything

If you're not in a good mental state or prone to sickness and negativity he at times makes it worse by constant nagging and frequent anxiety

Also his greatest quality - never leaving anyone behind

Hence why he has problems with giving space

He thinks he's abandoning you when in reality you just want to be alone with your thoughts

Has a bit of a temper

And does hold grudges if they have a reasonable basis

Say if in anger you say something hurtful about his personality

He'll remark sharply about it even weeks later

"Guess I'm just too clingy."

Another stomper

Takes things a bit too personally that are not even meant for him

If you don't share something from your past especially bad or traumatic he'll have this knee-jerk reaction of:

"So you don't trust me enough?'

Needs attention and praise which can be draining

Especially when you just give it and then he goes on to be extremely self-critical and brings himself down once more

Another roller of the eyes!

Gets stand-offish when jealous or irritated making sharp comments

This stems from him being sensitive because his good quality is how big his heart is only meaning that he gets it hurt a lot of times

Sometimes you think he's acting cute when he wants to be serious

Like he just wants you around to the point of reverting back to people-pleasing tendencies and playing along to your whims more than being his genuine self

Flirts with everyone which creates two bad scenarios:

Scenario A: did it on purpose thinking of it lightheartedly to have that validation that you want him but if you feel it to the point of being insecure he gets quiet, suffering from guilt

Scenario B: get annoyed especially if it's when he's working

"It's just how I have to act," cue roll of the eyes. "Do I blame you for making photocopies at work?"

"Suggesting to marry a stranger is not the same as making photocopies!"

"It's a part of my job, what's not to get?"

Same as Yoongi sometimes relies too much on drinking to get through the week, or start difficult conversations

I feel like he internalizes a lot and doesn't voice something that might start an argument even if it's needed

Of course, bottling it up only means the fight is so much catastrophic

Always comes back with this thought that "this is not right, let's fix this, okay"

TAEHYUNG:

Romanticizes relationship as a whole too much

Maybe even romanticizes you to an extent

But when reality gets to him, he shuts down

Gets disappointed in you which is not your fault

He realizes you're not at fault for not being the version he constructed but he can't chase the feeling away that quickly

Switches moods a lot and from 100 to 0 at that

Prone to getting into moods a lot of days

I think he feels intensely

Also prone to judgment

now HEAR ME OUT

He has to be on guard literally all the time, assess whether someone talks to him out of personal gain or because they want to

So even if something, something as minuscule as a stray glance tickles his gut feeling, he trusts it entirely and so sometimes casts a judgment upon a perfectly normal stranger

"Come on, man, they're just living their life."

He only scowls in return

His kidlike nature means he's bad at taking criticism, he's also sensitive to it due to getting a lot of hate for everything he does

So instead of simply listening to it objectively, he lets it get to his heart and pouts in silence

THE SILENCE!

Not to mention the infamous dumpling incident, but I just know he commits to silent treatment like no one else

Has a hard time admitting his wrongs as much as he wants for both of you to make peace

He's down to earth but does get caught up in glitz and glamour

Fancy events, designer things, celebrity lifestyle etc.

If you don't enjoy that or even have a hard time with that he can once again get upset about it by immediately taking it close to heart and translating it to you being dissatisfied with him despite it being another matter entirely

I guess in a way he's bad at controlling his emotions and goes with them and gut instinct than pure logic

Has a lot of friends with which he wants to spend a lot of time means sometimes he's out too long for your liking and sometimes cancels plans to be with them rather than you

Which is fine but he does feel unhappy if you do the same thing

If you cancel date night to go out with your friends he doesn't say it but he might think something along the line "I already have so little time to spend with you, you can always talk to your friends at any other time"

His "go with the flow" can induce anxiety if you're someone who likes to plan

The way he remains calm and happy would could cause someone a migraine fr

Like me

The way he got lost in Norway and he just hopped along the road like?? Boi, you're not Dorothy on Yellow Brick Road!

Sometimes his casual optimism seems careless and childish as good-natured as it is

JUNGKOOK:

First of all, certainly doesn't have the best gage on people

I'm not going to say much as I feel I can't express it in a well-worded manner

But cuts too much slack to people based on a general opinion that often is quite biased

Always assumes that what he's going to say will be viewed as awkward so he stays silent in most cases

Is a bit spoiled so throws a fuss when he doesn't get his way

Has lowkey, lowkey!, issue with control

Because he's so driven I feel he's used to settling on a certain vision and then doing it all to achieve it

So if you're someone who changes directions mid-way or realizes this is not interesting to me at all and abandons it, his vein bursts

He changes his behaviour around the people whose approval he wants so it makes him a sort of a social chameleon though not necessarily a people pleaser

Brushes off all concerns about his health with "I know better"

"I've been doing this a long time, I know what I'm doing"

When clearly this behaviour is detrimental to his health

And to add salt to the injury will absolutely flame you if you do that as well

If you're being a hazard to your own health - not eating, cutting sleep etc. goes berserk and literally scolds you as being childish and irresponsible even if he does exactly the same

His perfectionism creates churning anger and envy

Which I don't think he would dump upon you but instead he becomes reserved and distant, investing more and more time to prevent a flaw that is perceived only in his mind

He still sometimes finds being alone with you awkward because in his mind he's not embodying his on-stage persona - cocky, confident and sexually bold - and so you must be disappointed in him

In turn that only makes his awkwardness and shyness a hundred times worse because now he's insecure about it as well

Is not keen to go out or enjoy "high" culture the same as Yoongi but instead of going along, he'll whine incessantly about whether it's necessary for you to go because he knows he's not going and sticks to it

Jealous and possessive which doesn't translate to being angry or loud but more so whining and scowling

But sometimes even that is not appreciated especially if the person involved is clearly just a friend

He sometimes doesn't quite register when he's being mean or when his playfulness crosses a line

Sometimes naturally expects you to accommodate him more than you're willing because that's something the guys have done due to their endless soft spot for him

So if you stay firm he sulks and becomes moody

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|Chapter•Twenty•Four|

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(M/n) didn't like to admit it, but he managed to sneak into the kitchen and asked Fry to give him his part of dinner before everyone else, which he -reluctantly- did, and he watched with a frown at (M/n), who was sitting in the corner of the room behind the door, eating his food in complete silence.

"Why are you even here, (M/n)?" Jack asked him, a little annoyed at him, for what reason? No one knew nor cared.

"I don't want someone to see me that's all," was all he responded, his hearing soon picking up the sound of voices and steps approaching the Homestead, "Just pretend I'm not here, please," he whispered when everyone started walking in to get their plates filled.

He stayed there until the Cooks left to the dining area as well, and slowly he got up from the floor, staying crouched and headed to the door, it creaked and he would've freaked out if all the noise hadn't muffled it. (M/n) stepped outside and made sure to stay in the shadows to avoid being spotted as he speed-walked his way to his treehouse, lighting on his feet as he did.

His steps were rushed as he climbed up the ladder and his hands were shaking when he lifted it, taking a deep breath before heading inside and closing the door, letting himself be engulfed by the darkness of his room, his sight getting used to it pretty quickly.

With a sigh, he laid on his bed and asked himself if ignoring Gally was the correct answer for this situation. There is -or was- something between him and Newt... And Newt seemed to dislike him as of recently, so maybe they were arguing because of (M/n)'s friendship with Gally? Was it so obvious that he had feelings for Gally?

He just didn't want to cause trouble between them, maybe if Newt saw that he wasn't near Gally anymore or not as much then everything would be okay, and... This was the only way to get rid of his feelings for Gally, he was sure there was nothing else he could do, except talk it out, and he just wasn't ready for that.

(M/n)'s mind began getting foggy, and this time around, he managed to fall asleep for a few hours, unaware of how troubled someone dear to him was feeling.

Gally had spent all dinner time glancing at the hallway, just in case (M/n) came by to eat. He was confused, extremely so, he had been acting strange since the previous day, and Gally had no idea why. He wanted to ask (M/n) what was going on with him, but he could never find him, he was always hiding.

And the thought of (M/n) ignoring him was painful, but Gally wanted to believe he wasn't like that, like everyone else, so when he saw that the ladder was raised, door and curtain closed, he decided he would give it one more day. If by tomorrow (M/n) didn't talk to him even once, he was gonna take it upon himself to make him talk. Being left in the dark was one of the things he hated the most.

He knew something was bothering (M/n), and he wanted to know what it was, and if he had done anything to upset him, that way, he could fix it.

///////

"Could you take my spot on the Box today, (M/n)?" He looked over Doug's shoulders, just to make sure Gally wasn't coming toward them, and he frowned at the Builder.

"Why?"

Doug blinked, baffled. He didn't think of the possibility of being asked for a reason, and now... He had to make one up.

"Oh-! Uh, I... I uh..." (M/n) raised his eyebrows, expectantly, and Doug was getting more and more nervous by the second, so he blurted the first thing that came to his mind, "So I've been having some... Stomach problems and I... I'm sure I'll end up shiting everywhere if I do any kind of heavy lifting, and it would be-"

"Okay, I will. You don't have to tell me, Doug," (M/n) hurried to respond just to get him to stay quiet, and Doug smiled brightly at him, nodding and turning around to leave back to Mikah, who had been observing their conversation.

(M/n) took a deep breath, and decided to finally walk forward toward the Box hole, awkwardly waiting for it to arrive, engaging in conversation with Alec and Kurt.

Everyone saw him looking away the whole time, not even once did he look at Gally or talk to him, focused on helping everyone else and keep his sight lowered. Looks were exchanged between the Builders around the Box, while Billy observed (M/n)'s behaviour, he overheard their conversation and dumb plan earlier in the day, which had somehow worked. Well, at least the getting (M/n) on box unloading duty.

The interaction with Gally? Nope, that failed, and both of them were frustrated about that.

(M/n) watched how everyone headed in different directions to bring the supplies over, and he took the box with stuff for the Map Room. He was swift as he walked over and opened the door, placing the wooden box down on the ground by the door, where it would be easily spotted but wouldn't get in the way if anyone were to walk in, and now...

He ran off to the Deadheads. He wanted to be alone, and continue to analyse his decision, and the circumstances that led him to take said decision, and as it seemed to have become common recently, he was unaware of someone following him up-close.

That someone, was Billy.

After hearing Mikah and Doug talking, he had been paying close attention to (M/n)'s behaviour the entire time they were working on the Box and, contrary to his original thinking, he realized they weren't making stuff up, (M/n) was truly ignoring Gally. Although he doubted he would be getting the truth out of him.

(M/n) sat on the sticking-out root of a tree by a creek, and Billy stayed nearby, watching him grabbing rocks and playing with them, throwing them and catching them or trying to skip them in the water. He stayed nearby for a short while, just observing him, noticing the frown on his brow, his lips pursed and hearing the occasional groan of dissatisfaction.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, taking a few steps closer, and (M/n) turned to look at him, slightly startled, "Anything bothering you?"

For a moment, he was caught off guard, Billy's question made him wonder if he was being too obvious, if anyone could see he was having troubles, and wasn't being as slick as he thought he was. Even Billy had noticed his weird behaviour, so it was highly plausible that everyone had realized too.

However, instead of telling the truth, he played it off with a shrug, fidgeting with his rock and staring off into the distance, "It's nothing."

Billy released a deep sigh and walked until he was close enough to sit next to him. His eyes stared and observed how (M/n) tried to appear nonchalant about the matter, but he saw how conflicted he felt.

He just sat there in silence, his eyes locked on (M/n), who knew Billy had caught on to his little act, making him sigh, defeated, however, he decided to ignore the subject entirely.

"How..." He began drawing shapes on the dirt with the rock, "How was the Glade before I arrived? How did everyone begin to get along?" Billy wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he hesitated for a while.

"Well, we had a lot of issues the first year, and we... We didn't trust each other, at all, we even hated on others, until..." He explained slowly, unsure of what words to use.

"Until?" (M/n) whispered to him, encouraging him to talk rather than force him to.

Billy gulped and reached his hands down to pick on the grass, "One day, a few months before we reached our second year here, Gally ran into the Maze," (M/n) knew about that, Gally himself had told him but hadn't gone into details about it, "He got stung, and was attacked by a Griever, we..." Billy gulped and shook his head, as if disturbed by the memory, "We could hear him screaming in there, it was horrifying, and yet, somehow... He made it out of the Maze alive, although barely..."

The sudden image of a dream he had some time ago flashed in his mind. The ground view of the Maze, someone controlling whatever held the camera, the younger version of Gally he saw... And the blurry face guy he called 'Thomas'. So that wasn't... Just a dream?

The thought made his blood run cold. The realization was rather disturbing.

"He was badly injured and we didn't have anything to help him, so we were convinced he was gonna die, but..." Billy looked up at (M/n), making eye contact with him, both of them wearing subtle frowns on their faces, "The Box suddenly came up, full of medical supplies with instructions on how to use them, and how to help Gally survive," (M/n) barely blinked as he continued to listen, "That night, we had our first bonfire, and Alby read us the note that came with everything..."

Billy paused and leaned his head on the tree trunk, staring off into the distance. He stayed silent for a couple of seconds, until he took in a deep breath.

"All that you have, is each other. Remember where you are, and who's around you, if none of you understands the situation you're in... You'll end up killing each other, sooner or later," (M/n) watched Billy's expression remain emotionless, he looked as if he was ready words off of a paper in front of him, "Understand what just happened to one you, to a normal boy that hasn't done anything but bring his help and support to anyone that needed it. Anyone could be in Gally's spot one day. The last thing you would want is to feel alone and be cast aside, by those who should bring you a sense of security. Friends."

This pause sounded like the end of his speech, but Billy turned back to stare at him again.

"It's you, against the Maze. Not a free-for-all. Take care of Gally, and each other, you will need it," and he was done. (M/n) was surprised Billy could remember all of that, "Alby was constantly reminding us of it, and he engraved part of it on a piece of wood he kept hung above the door to the Homestead, and it worked as a reminder to everyone," Billy sighed and shrugged, "After that, Alby assumed the role of Leader over Nick and Chris, and set rules in the Glade, and then everyone got separated into the jobs we have now."

(M/n) remained quiet, not sure what to say about what Billy just told him, so he just didn't say anything.

"We've had dark times here, and even though they're in the past, it doesn't mean that nothing happened, and we shouldn't forget that," he could see the point Billy had made, and he had a feeling that growing together and creating the bond they had wasn't easy, but they had managed despite the adversity.

"Thank you for telling me, Billy," he muttered and the Keeper turned to look at him, his eyes briefly looking all over his face, lingering on the feature below his nose, but (M/n) didn't notice it, which Billy was kind thankful for, the last thing he wanted was to make him uncomfortable with his behaviour.

"Well, you asked me about the Glade, so..." He shrugged with a playful grin, dismissing and ignoring the thoughts going on through his head.

//////

With hours going by, Gally kept anxiously waiting on the swing, expecting any sign of (M/n) coming by to talk to him, scare him or even just tickle him, he couldn't care what (M/n) did to get his attention, Gally just wanted him close.

He felt numb and empty without (M/n)'s constant presence around him. He hated it. Never had he thought he'd hate feeling alone.

He was used to being alone or by himself, not getting along with others never really bothered him, and he knew all the Builders had better friends than Gally was, he never considered himself anyone's friend, or felt like they were his.

But (M/n) changed that. He finally felt like he had a friend in all three years he had been in the Glade, he felt like he was someone's best friend, and he found himself enjoying his time with (M/n), someone whom he would've never guessed he would've end up being friends with. For once, he didn't feel alone, there wasn't an invisible wall between him and them.

And it hurt him to think that (M/n) was doing exactly what others had done in the past. Push him aside. Leave him alone. Make him feel lonely.

Gally's leg was bouncing up and down anxiously, rubbing his hands and ruffling his hair, constantly glancing behind him and nibbling his bottom lip. He was going through all his anxiety twitches every couple of seconds, until he couldn't stay still any longer and stood up.

Maybe he had to talk to (M/n) first, to understand what was going on with him.

He walked into the Deadheads, and around the treehouse for a few minutes, when he heard muffled laughter, so slowly he approached the sound.

He sighed when he saw (M/n) sitting there against a tree, and was about to take a step closer, when he saw Billy with him. They were talking, and laughing. Gally frowned and paid close attention, his jaw clenching when he realized how Billy would look at (M/n) whenever the latter wasn't looking.

Gally nodded to himself, understanding the situation and that he shouldn't interrupt them, before sighing in defeat and walking back to the Homestead. He wanted to call out to (M/n), and ask him what was going on with him, but he couldn't, and he wasn't sure why, but he didn't want to stay longer than needed there.

With his head tilted down, Gally ignored everyone nearby, whether they tried to get his attention or not, and walked in, taking his share of dinner and sitting at his table.

The spot in front of him remained empty, like it had been the past days, and he never saw Billy coming in either. Gally played with his food, tossing it around inside the deep plate, usually, he loved Fry's meat stew, but he wasn't feeling like eating- like doing anything in fact, his mind playing with him and telling him that (M/n) had found a better friend than him.

He huffed and pushed his plate toward Doug, he stood up and stormed out of the dining area, all the Builders' tables turning quiet at the sight of their Keeper leaving like that.

Mikah sighed and frowned, guessing what had bothered Gally so much, or at least assuming he knew what it was, "What the shuck is going on with (M/n)?" He muttered, moving the pieces of meat around for a few seconds before continuing to eat, but the mood had soured and nothing could fix it.

Gally entered his room and kicked off his boots, not caring if they got in the way, he laid down on his bed and tried to fall asleep, telling himself he was gonna talk to (M/n) in the morning.

//////

When the sunlight coming through his curtain illuminated his room, (M/n) woke up. He assumed he overslept maybe an hour or two, and he was freaking out just a little bit.

Gally had the habit of coming every morning to check up on him, greet him, talk to him, anything, and he had done that too despite him already being awake and working, and it was safe to say that (M/n) wasn't mentally prepared for the high possibility of the early morning Gally encounter.

Just because he wasn't talking to the Keeper, it didn't mean that he wasn't gonna come around this particular time when he overslept, he was probably already waiting outside for him.

And when he opened the door, hoping that he wasn't there, he was startled by the sight of Gally there, waiting patiently for him to come out of his room.

"Oh, Gally... Hi," he hadn't said his name in what felt like years that it felt weird, almost nostalgic in a strange way he couldn't understand. Even so, (M/n) was feeling really awkward, and a bit nervous, his hand gracing the door frame as a way to ease down his overworking mind.

"What's up with you?" He asked with no hesitation, crossing his arms, and judging by the tense expression on his face, (M/n) was pretty sure Gally was mad at him, upset at the very least, and his recent behaviour worked to be the only logical reason for Gally's bad mood.

He felt exposed, but taking a deep breath, he decided to pretend, like he always did, "What? Nothing is wrong?" He replied with a playful question, acting as if Gally was the wrong one for thinking something was up.

Gally's frown deepened, his eyes shifted away and back to him, the green of his eyes letting (M/n) see how hurt he actually was.

"Really? 'Cause it seems like you're ignoring me, so there is something wrong," (M/n)'s jaw clenched with guilt, feeling like he couldn't breathe or swallow for a couple of seconds that felt way too long for his liking. He knew Gally was right, and somehow he was hoping he wouldn't notice anything off with him.

He underestimated how observant Gally really was.

Gally took a deep breath to calm himself down, he had noticed (M/n)'s reaction to his words, and the last thing he wanted was to scare him or make him feel targeted, he just wanted to talk and understand the situation.

This time, Gally's eye contact was more intense, and (M/n) couldn't look away, making him squirm under his gaze.

"Did I do something?" The way his voice sounded so vulnerable made (M/n) feel like he could cry, staring at him in silence, before finally shaking his head.

"No... no you didn't do anything, Gally," the blond raised his eyebrows at (M/n), a way to ask 'then, what's going on?', and he took a deep breath quickly followed by a short sigh, "It's just... I've been in my head about something, although it's none of my business really," he responded as briefly as he could, trying to not give anything away.

However, Gally didn't buy that excuse. It was something about him, that much was obvious, otherwise, why would (M/n) act that way toward him? And so, he decided to give his last try.

"Can you just... Talk to me, (M/n)? Could you tell me what's going on?" Gally watched him shift in place and look away.

"I want to, Gally, but... Maybe some other time," his response made Gally scoff, clenching his jaw and looking anywhere but him, trying to hide how hurt and upset he felt, but (M/n) noticed it despite Gally's efforts to pretend he was alright, his expression suddenly void of all emotion.

"Yeah... Some other time," and he turned around, leaving.

(M/n) stayed there, standing on his balcony until he could no longer see Gally's retreating figure. He wanted to call out to him but he was unable to, and he doubted anything he could say would've made Gally stay.

Now he realized he shucked up, badly, and (M/n)'s mind started wondering if he could fix it.

He sat on the balcony, his legs dangling off the edge where the ladder fits, and he sighed, analysing the situation with himself, whether it was said in his mind or mumbled to himself, he didn't care if anyone saw him and heard him talking to himself, he had a situation to fix and a friend to get back.

All of this happened because he overheard a conversation, and decided on his own, that avoiding Gally was for the best, for everyone's sake. Maybe he should've simply pretended nothing happened and kept going on with his life, knowing Gally was dating someone shouldn't affect him whatsoever.

But I don't know what would've happened, because I didn't do that.

But if he couldn't just ignore it, talking with either of them would've worked out. Maybe it would've been weird to suddenly ask Gally if he had something with anyone, whilst with Newt it wouldn't have been weird. (M/n) had realized Newt didn't like him, and he wondered why since he hadn't done anything to Newt and he was always nice to everyone, including himself a while ago. Maybe Newt would've told him the truth or simply told him to mind his business.

But I don't know how it would've turned out, because I didn't do that either.

Either option he would've chosen was definitely a better one than simply ignoring his best friend and not telling him anything because his feelings were hurt, intentionally or not.

"Shuck," if he could go back and change his stupid decision, he would, that's impossible nonetheless, so he had no other option than to try and talk to Gally, and even if he gets mad when (M/n) tells him he overheard his conversation with Newt, he doesn't care, Gally had the right to get mad if he damn pleased.

He just hoped the damage could be undone.

#gally x reader #gally x y/n #gally x male reader #the maze runner x male reader #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #tmr gally #gally the maze runner #gally maze runner #ftm reader #trans reader #trans #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter fanfiction

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orange-peony · 2 years

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Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt "blood". Warning for minor injury.

This is supposed to be a Deathly Hallows AU where Draco joins the trio in their hunt for Horcruxes. UK plasters = US band-aids.

"I have a thing for plasters," Harry blurts out nervously, covering the wound with trembling hands, feeling Draco warm and shaky against him.

Draco lets out a little whimper when the plaster turns darker in the middle, and Harry quickly adds another one, bigger this time.

"You do-don't have to…" Draco says feebly, but Harry shakes his head.

He remembers Draco's breathless confession, back when their journey began, when Ron got splinched.

I'm not good with blood.

Hermione brushed it off as Draco being weak and squeamish, but Harry knows. He knows it's his fault; that it's because of that fucking bathroom. And Draco was cooking for him a minute ago, chopping the few potatoes they had left while Hermione was out trying to find more food, and Ron…god knows where Ron is, Harry thinks, trying to ignore the gaping hole in his heart his best friend left behind.

"You're going to be okay," Harry says, then adds one more plaster, for good measure. "Hermione is going to heal you when she gets back."

He should start learning healing spells himself, he reasons. What with his propensity to end up in mortal danger every other bloody day.

"What's…" Draco starts, his Adam's apple bobbing along his neck. "What's with all these plasters? Why do you have so many?"

Harry wants to keep hearing his voice, because Draco is looking so pale, the knife still so red on the counter. He moves closer, until his knees are slotted in between Draco's.

"My cousin used to hit me all the time when we were little," Harry explains, and he notices the pained expression on Draco's face, but he decides to ignore it. "And my aunt couldn't give a shit, so I stole a pound from her wallet. Plasters are the first thing I ever bought for myself. A-And I like them…don't know why…"

Draco's breath hitches in his throat when their eyes meet, and Harry feels himself drowning in the storms of his irises, swept away by the sadness he sees there.

"I'm sorry," Draco murmurs. Harry doesn't know about what exactly, but he still shakes his head, taking Draco's hand back into his, daring to bring it to his lips.

"You're on our side now," Harry declares, as if that could fix everything.

"I'm on your side," Draco clarifies, and it shouldn't make any difference, but it does, at least to Harry.

This thing between them is so fragile. But Harry knows there's something there. He has seen the way Draco looks at him all the time, the way he cuddles up next to him in bed, even when the nights are not so cold.

"What if I kissed you?" Harry asks tentatively, suddenly dying to, but ready to brush it off as a joke in an instant. Draco reaches for his cheek, tucking an unruly curl behind Harry's ear before he leans closer, his lips a mere inch away.

"I've never been kissed," Draco confesses, his pink tongue peeking out for a second. Harry wants to taste him so badly. "What is it like?"

"I'm shit with words," Harry replies, moving even closer. "I could show you…"

"Please," Draco begs in a whisper, and his lips are softer than Harry imagined, his mouth sweet.

The plaster is soaked through by the time they part, but Draco is no longer pale, his cheeks the loveliest shade of pink when he rests his face on Harry's shoulder.

"Was that okay?" Harry asks, feeling insecure.

"Let me try again," Draco replies, reaching for his lips.

#drarry microfic #my fics update

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soyces · 8 months

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Morning Tea (Johnlock) Pt 2

tags- fluff, angst :)))))

Chapter One(Sherlocks point of view)

I wake up to the sound of the kettle whistling and footsteps. But I don't move because I almost physically cannot, my head is pounding almost as if I were talking to Moriaty or Anderson…god do they give me a headache. I struggle to get up from my bed which seems to be filled with clothes and some sort of wrapper? I put the pieces together and realized that I must have slept with someone from the bar- but these were not only my clothes…but Johns? I sit up rather quickly and scan the room which is quite hard when you feel like you have just been hit in the head with a hammer. I crawl from the bed to my clothes and manage to put my trousers on with much effort and energy. I scatter through the room to find my dressing gown and stumble my way to the loo. As I'm sort of walking I can hear John making his way to the window, I glance at him then quickly look back at him once more. Has he always looked that way? I wasn't sure what he looked like but he looked nice? I don't think I've ever referred to him in that way… I shake my head and try to focus on something important rather than how a person looks. Peeing. Yes, let's try completing that without cracking my skull open. As I walk in I glance in the mirror and realize how dreadful I look so I quickly fix my hair. As I'm looking at myself in the mirror I think about John, specifically what his clothes were doing in my room…did he leave them there? Did he sleep in my room? My brain struggles to put the puzzle together almost like a riddle, I've never liked these guessing games, and was never good at them either. One thought that pops into my head is that maybe John was the “mistress” from last night…but I erased that thought and finished doing my business( i dont think youd want to know the details…) and I stumbled to the kitchen. I tried to stay quiet but ended up tripping on one of my wires connected to my glass capsules filled with something I cannot remember now. But I don't think I want it touching my skin- I hear John say something but it sounds muffled and loud at the same time? I respond

“Shhhh- just…quiet please John” I almost dont recognise my own voice…and my breath is horrible lord- I try to put the kettle on but trip yet again and fall onto the cold kitchen floor. I can hear John rush over to me as he notices the situation. I notice a small smile curl on his face and that's all my mind is filled with. His smile, it's always been there but I'm only now noticing how pleasant it is to look at- I snap back into reality and hear John say something and then I hear myself asking for his help. Then before I know it I'm in my chair and John is hovering over me. I feel a bit annoyed with myself for not being able to make tea for god’s sake- I look around our lounge, looking at all the scattered papers and bullet holes i left in the wall, the faint smell of tea and cigarette smoke lingers in the air. I’m just hungover, big time. I can hear John and Ms Hudson chatting in the kitchen. I've never really seen the point in small talk, if you're going to talk, make it something important, not something about the weather! After I finish complaining to myself I realize John has made me a cup of tea. Eargrey with a little bit of honey. I awkwardly thank him and watch him sit in front of me. We sit in silence as we drink our tea looking at seemingly nothingness before John decides to speak.

“Do you have any memory of last night?” He asks with a certain tone that makes it seem he’s been racking his brain about this topic all morning the same way I have been. There's a pause and I take a breathe then start to speak.

“Well…from what I put together is that we went to a bar…for my birthday. We drank, a lot-”

“Yeah I got that much…”

I sigh “Alright… And we spent a lot of time in the bar and- well..”

“My clothes were in your bed, yes…”

I pause once again, I know he's not an idiot but he seems upset- does he regret it…? I notice he's running his hand through his hair and looking a little more angry but I cannot seem to figure out why… I mean sure the situation is awkward but I don't see a reason to be angry. He puts his mug down and looks up at me, his face is puzzled and upset. I notice him wanting to say something but going silent suddenly.

“Yes…?” I ask to try and make him feel less awkward about saying anything.

“This can never happen again. We are partners, friends, colleagues but we cannot be more-” He says in a tense and angry voice. His words seem to hit me hard and I am unable to understand. My face scrunches up with confusion and a little bit of sorrow.

I open my mouth to say something but stop myself to collect my thoughts that have started spinning in my head like a washing machine. Then I finally said something.

“Do you…regret it, John? I ask, looking at my feet and twiddling with my mug.

He grows silent. Oh god- He regrets last night…

“I-...You wouldnt understand why-” He suddenly speaks with a tense yet soft tone, not looking me in the eye. My stomach sinks…why wouldn't I understand? Is this about Mary…?

“Try me.” I say putting my mug down and clasping my hands together as I lean back in my chair.

He’s still silent, he is not saying anything and it's getting on my nerves. I should be more patient with him. But I can't help getting angry at things I don't understand, especially when it comes to John. Then I hear him sigh and start to say something.

#sherlock fanfic #fanfic #writing #fanfiction #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #johnlock

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thechangeling · 2 years

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Regarding the fight over whether masking is a privilege or not, I wanted to add my thoughts.

First of all, I honestly think one of the biggest issues we as a community run into is our inability to imagine and understand perspectives other then our own. This is a problem with a lack of theory of mind and obviously it's severity is different in every person, but when I see this discorse that's what comes to mind. Because of our autism we are kind of notoriously bad at understanding other peoples points of view. I know I personally struggle with this a lot.

But I am attempting nuance.

See on the one hand yeah I as a relatively low support needs autistic don't know what it's like to have to rely on a care taker 24/7 or experience ableism and abuse from that. I have had employment opportunities, I'm currently doing freelance work, I can live sort of independently as in I can go out and do things on my own but I need people to remind me to eat and shower.

And I can mask exceptionally well. So well that nobody ever suspects I'm autistic, even doctors will try to argue with me about the diagnosis I've received. Therapists will tell me I'm just sensative and I feel everything too much.

I am ridiculously good at playing their game. I can make their jokes and use their cute expressions and metaphors and similes, I can dress like them, walk like them, talk like them, flirt like them, but I will never be them.

And to say it takes a toll is putting it fucking mildly.

I have no stable sense of self. I've spent so long creating different versions of my self to please different people, different parts to play to appease the crowd that now I have no idea who I really am. When I look in the mirror I see a face, but have no connection to that face. Is that me? I have so much trouble figuring out my gender and sexuality or even choosing a name that feels right because when I try and look inside myself (metaphorically) all I can find is a gaping black hole of swirling fuckery. It's impossible to make sense of it.

People say "just do what feels right" but I have no concept of that anymore. I've spent so long ignoring my bodies signals and my internal... well everything basically that I don't know if I have sensory issues or if I can tolerate certain foods or if I actually like certain people because I just can't tell. It all feels numb.

My entire life has been about pressing and molding myself into different shapes to please other people. And as a result I've been through so much abuse. I just let it happen because I thought it was what I deserved. I told myself that I was lucky to be getting any kind of love, even love that came with mockery, insults and violence. I've had many friendships but almost all of them ended badly due to my extreme depression and anxiety or my relentless paranoia over being left behind. And then my fears would become a reality and my paranoia became even worse.

See the thing is, at the end of the day nobody wants to love a scared insecure self loathing shell. So even though if I wasn't masking they would still find things to criticize, just different things, they leave.

I've tried to kill myself four times, self harmed all thought my teens and I've struggled with substance abuse. My kidneys actually kind of don't work as well as they're supposed to now probably because of my abuse of painkillers and vodka. My most commonly used phrase in the world is "I'm fine." I say it automatically without even thinking now. It's like I've completely lost my ability to tell when I'm in any kind of pain or discomfort.

I'm not writing all of this to try and get sympathy or pity. Absolutely not. My point is that masking is inherently traumatic and violent. I have quite literally destroyed my psyche and I don't know if I can fix it. That's why I flinch when I hear someone calling masking a privilege, because believe me you don't want this. You don't wanna feel like this. Like you've lost everything and now you're just a hole.

But, if I put my feelings aside I can recognize that the fact that I was able to mask in the first place did afford me certain privileges that other autistics don't get. Beyond the job stuff and the "adulting" stuff, I know that when the allistic people I know say they love and support autistics they are talking about autistic people like me. People who seem "normal." People who they could see themselves dating or having a laugh with. And that's a privilege.

But how I got there was not fucking pretty. And I don't think people who havent been through the trauma of masking should get to talk about how harmful it is. There needs to be a place where we as masking autistics can talk about our pain while still acknowledging the privilege we hold in this society for being able to mask.

Because yeah, masking did protect me somewhat, but it didn't protect me fully.

#actually autistic #autistic trauma #autistic masking #being autistic #sorry i know this is long. i had thoughts.#cw suicide mention #cw depersonalization #cw substance abuse

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coolstorysister · 4 months

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Lyric starters 2

You'll see my face in every place, but you can't catch me now.

I'm here.

You can't catch me now.

Bet you thought I'd never do it.

It's time to go see what unfolds.

What's hiding in the dark?

Why do I feel so small?

I could walk those halls with my eyes closed.

I felt that it was time for me to go.

A part of me will always bleed.

I am not yet sure what I am looking for.

Just cause it's hard to go does not mean I should stay.

I'm on my way.

We're all bored.

We're all so tired of everything.

We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin.

We play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doing.

I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.

Every day is like a battle.

We're all here.

It's all in the timing.

I'm about to play my ace.

The rumors are terrible and cruel, but honey, most of them are true.

Please, take my hand.

Time moved too fast.

Look up.

You can hear it in the silence.

You are in love.

You're my best friend.

And so it goes.

He keeps a picture of you in his office downtown.

I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words.

It was months and months of back and forth.

I think I am finally clean.

There was nothing left to do.

I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing.

Just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it.

I won't give in.

I can hear them whisper as we pass by.

It's a bad sign.

They are the hunters, we are the foxes.

I know places we won't be found.

I know places we can hide.

I know places.

Let them say what they want. We won't hear it.

You know for me, it's always you.

Are you insane?

That's how it works.

That's how you get the girl.

I want you for worse or for better.

I would wait forever and ever.

I don't want you to go.

Let's get out of this town.

Heaven can't help me now.

Nothing lasts forever.

This is gonna take me down.

I can see the end as it begins.

Say you'll remember me.

Say you'll see me again.

No one has to know what we do.

This is getting good now.

Someday, when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.

Now we got bad blood.

Take a look what you've done.

Now we got problems.

You made a really deep cut.

Did you have to do this?

I was thinking that you could be trusted.

Did you have to hit me where I'm weak?

It's so sad to think about the good times.

Did you think we'd be fine?

Don't think it's in the past.

These kinds of wounds, they last and they last.

Did you think it all through?

All these things will catch up to you.

Band-aids don't fix bullet holes.

That's what people say.

It's gonna be alright.

The haters gonna hate.

Shake it off.

I never miss a beat.

I make the moves up as I go.

People like you always want back the love they gave away.

People like me wanna believe you when you say you've changed.

The more I think about it now, the less I know.

All you had to do was stay.

I don't know what to say.

I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made.

People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

Let me remind you, this was what you wanted.

You were all I wanted.

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple.

I remember.

Are we in the clear yet?

Like we stood a chance.

I'm setting you free.

It's been a while since I have even heard from you.

We never go out of style.

What you heard is true.

I've been there too a few times.

Take me home.

Nice to meet you.

I could show you incredible things.

You look like my next mistake.

I can read you like a magazine.

I know you heard about me.

Let's be friends.

I'm dying to see how this one ends.

It's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames.

They'll tell you I'm insane.

We're young and we're reckless.

The worst is yet to come.

I can make all the tables turn.

Who is she?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

Everybody here wanted something more.

Welcome to New York.

Everybody here was someone else before.

You can want who you want.

Like any great love, it keeps you guessing.

You know you wouldn't change anything.

Come here.

Was it over then?

Is it over now?

Did you think I didn't see you?

All was quickly forgiven.

It was almost obnoxious.

I didn't come here to make friends.

I broke my own heart cause you were too polite to do it.

My whole life's ruined.

I heard from everybody.

Don't even get me started.

Did you get anxious?

I guess I'll never, ever know.

From the outside, it looks like you're trying lives on.

I miss the old ways.

You didn't have to change.

I guess I don't have a say.

I called my mom, she said that it was for the best.

I cannot be your friend.

I pay the price of what I lost and what it cost.

Truth is, I can't pretend it's platonic.

I called my mom, she said to get it off my chest.

Guess maybe I am better off now that we don't talk.

I've known it from the very start.

Oh no.

I'm unarmed.

It won't stop.

Why'd you have to lead me on?

Why'd you have to twist the knife, walk away, and leave me bleeding?

Say, "don't go".

Don't go.

It's not fair.

I'm yours, but you're not mine.

Why'd you have to make me want you?

I said, "I love you", you say nothing back.

What if all I need is you?

I'll pay the price. You won't.

It's a big mistake.

It might blow up in your pretty face.

I'm not saying "do it anyway", but you're going to.

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Hi! I'm kinda having a hard time understanding the Green-Ostrogadski theorem/Divergence theorem and I'm wondering if you can help?

OH this is a lot of fun and by fun I mean an absolute nightmare, and it gets very long because trying to explain the bits of how to calculate it and then what the calculation of the parts means and how it fits in with physics/a geometric picture and then math as a whole, so let’s go under the cut.

So we’re going to go with this

as our formulation, same as Wikipedia does, and actually talk about what every bit of that specifically means and how to visualize it; “memorize it and then just do it” usually cuts it for getting through problems but knowing what it means helps with not writing the wrong thing down before taking a crack at the equation.

Let’s start with what is F? it’s some kind of vector field, it needs to be reasonably smooth enough so that you can differentiate it. It’s going to come, in the 3-D case, with an x (or maybe called i), y (j), and z (k) component: ie F(x,y,z)=f(x,y,z)x+g(x,y,z)y+h(x,y,z)z. The nabla/upside-down triangle is the divergence, which means you apply the x derivative to the x part, y derivative to the y part, and z derivative to the z part, and then add them together. So

$\nabla\cdot F(x,y,z)=d/dx f(x,y,z)+d/dy g(x,y,z)+d/dz h(x,y,z)$

(they are partial derivatives, so you hold all other variables as fixed as you take the derivative in the one you want to take, as ya do) and now you have something that F(x,y,z) used to be a function that produced a vector and now it’s something that produces a scalar and you can just integrate that sum like you’d normally integrate something in 3D. Usually this is stupidly easy to calculate and then it’s going to be pretty easy to integrate back.

V and dV are the boundary of the object and the volume (so probably given in dxdydz and then boundary values, or get getting told “it’s a ball” and then you probably want to do spherical coordinates so r^2sin(theta)dr dtheta dphi). But that’s the space you’re doing the integral over. That one should be provided pretty easily in terms of equations/bounds of x, y, and z. Volume integrals are easy to do, they’re just three integrals in three different variables. It becomes a surface integral over the boundary of the surface when you switch to the right side of the equation. dS can be pretty annoying to calculate if you’re not given it or if it’s not for something super simple like a sphere/square/rectangle and setting up the integral involves taking partial differentials of the equation of the surface and/or parametrizing and first of all you’re usually going from the surface integral to the volume integral and secondly I’m assuming you know how to do that because it takes a bit long to explain. (this is a fairly straightforward page that talks about it/ ask me about surface integrals if you want me to try to get into it?) But yeah, that’s usually why the divergence theorem is used to go from surface integral to volume integral because the volume integral is easier to do, UNLESS you’re using the 2D version in which case it’s *so* much easier to do a path integral because that’s just along a path, but then tbh you’re using Green’s Theorem and there’s a picture at the very bottom about infinitesimal squares canceling each other out that is just the picture of what’s happening. But we’re in 3D so we’re looking at surfaces and volumes.

So now we’ve got the left side and the concept of “so we’re going from volume to surface or surface to volume” and the question becomes why? The punch line of what is happening is “for well-behaved functions, everything that is happening inside the shape can be determined by what is happening on the boundary of the shape.” This is actually a really common theme in mathematics and it doesn’t come from nowhere – so many differential equations that people try to solve, like for example the heat equation, you are given boundary conditions only and those determine the behavior of the function over the entire domain. In fact, you’re usually given boundary conditions and the derivative of the function in the space and asked to come up with the function, that’s the setup of pretty much every initial value problem, and you can just….do that. Because when functions have derivatives they Behave In Predictable Ways. The entire field of ODE’s/PDE’s is about Doing That. But the Divergence Theorem in particular has a cool physics interpretation that specifically makes it easier to picture.

Alright let’s move on, what’s that n? The n is the unit normal vector to the surface. It’s pretty much the right angle going out, Wolfram Alpha has a really good picture:

We want it normalized (ie length 1) so that it doesn’t contribute any “noise” to the overall integral, after all, what we care about is the field F, and this is just defining a surface so you make sure that you’re looking at what happens with F over the right shape. The way that you calculate the normal vector is if you can write the surface as an equation s(x,y)=z, then N=[ds/dx, ds/dy, -1], and n=N/|N|. (and if you haven’t done vectors in a while, length of N=|N|=sqrt(N-dot-N)=sqrt((ds/dx)^2+(ds/dy)^2+1).) This is going to be useful because:

The dot product! The dot product is what answers the question of “how much are these two vectors going in the same direction”. [a, b, c] (dot) [x, y, z]=ax+by+cz – and note that this is just a number, you don’t have to care about components of vectors in a direction. It’s a scalar. Which is great because dotting [nabla] with F also gave us something scalar instead of vector-valued, so you can tell that the equation makes sense.

We care about F dotted with the normal vector instead of just F integrated over the whole boundary because the only thing that actually matters at the boundary is what is happening in the same or opposite direction/if stuff is going in or out, not stuff going sideways. So by taking F[dot]n you’re just calculating what’s flowing in or out of the surface. Because n points out, it’ll be positive if F is also flowing out and negative if F is pointing in.

Now that we know how to do absolutely everything on either side,

What does this mean re the physical picture? Well, it’s pretty much a conservation law. The easiest way to think of it is with fluid flow. Take your favorite fluid, water maybe, and picture it flowing a whole bunch. Make it as weird and turbulent as you want. Add sources (so throw some hoses in there) or sinks (so throw some drains in there.) The vector field F is the velocity – so speed and direction – of the fluid at any point. The divergence of F basically gives the strength of what’s going on (that’s just Newtonian, force = mass* acceleration, and acceleration is the derivative of velocity, which gives you an intuition about why the derivative of F matters). Your volume is any shape that you drop into the fluid. The Divergence Theorem basically says that it doesn’t matter what weird stuff or eddies or currents or sources or sinks are happening inside your shape, the only thing that matters to characterize what is going on is watching the velocity of the fluid on the boundary of your shape and that tells you everything you need to know. Which kind of makes sense, the stuff flowing in or out should tell you how much is entering or leaving from the inside. Or what direction and how fast it’s all going on the inside. And if it’s doing any weird stuff in forward and backward directions, that bit cancels out, there’s a net flow conservation. Your liquid has to move in a way that makes sense and the places where it appears or disappears are going to be accounted for by how much is going in or out of the boundary. You can also do the same thing with heat flow or electric current, but fluid is the easiest way to picture it. The divergence theorem is stating “fluid can’t appear or disappear for no reason, we can tell overall what’s going on, on average because integrals mean average, inside a shape and whether or not there are spots where fluid is draining or being inserted into the shape by looking at how much and in which direction it flows across the boundary of the shape.” It’s divergence/derivative/nabla for everything inside because of how velocity relates to acceleration, it’s dotted with the normal vector on the surface because that’s exactly measuring the flow inside or out. This is one of the few times where physics is a lot more elegant than math and tbh the physics explanation is the thing that should be listened to, and it’s just that the equations make sense for any differentiable fields F you stick in. That’s what’s really going on. The physics of fluid flow. Conservation of matter.

There’s actually a larger mathematical context for the Divergence Theorem, and two other theorems that are usually taught, namely Green’s Theorem and Stokes’ Theorem. Green’s Theorem goes like:

and Stokes’ Theorem goes like:

That thing that you see on the right side is actually the generalized exterior derivative which kinda involves a thing called wedge product and is just overall a bitch. But it does work in pretty much the most general cases/now just in a bunch of dimensions and on manifolds. If you’re a physics student they will be explained via a drawing on a chalkboard one time that is of little lines circling and cancelling each other out (although for Green’s it’ll be 2D with the arrows circling the boundary), like this

as if that makes the “proof” of why only the boundary matters, and then Just Memorize Them And Use Them When You’re Told To For These Specific Physics Problems That Use Them. The Divergence Theorem is then just a special case of Stokes’ Theorem. (Actually so is Green’s Theorem, but Green’s Theorem is used often enough that it’s usually memorized/explained separately. Also Green’s Theorem comes up independently in Complex Analysis in a way that the others don’t.) The cool thing about Stokes’ Theorem is basically it can be used in any dimension/topology, as long as certain smoothness conditions are satisfied, so it’s nice and general. But those are the other two versions of the theorem that come up a bunch.

There are a lot of really good examples of working through the divergence theorem both ways here: http://www-users.math.umn.edu/~nega0024/docs/2263_S14/GaussExamples.pdf and I would highly recommend just reading through them? They’re great, straightforward, and give you a sense of getting used to the calculations.

Khan Academy also has some pretty solid resources of a video of a person doing problems/examples with it here, if watching a thing helps: https://www.khanacademy.org/math/multivariable-calculus/greens-theorem-and-stokes-theorem/divergence-theorem/v/3-d-divergence-theorem-intuition covers it pretty thoroughly. They do a nice drawing on their little video chalkboard describing the whole fluid flow thing.

Lemme know whether or not that makes sense? It’s A Lot, and I’m more than happy to go into different/more detail.

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drarrymybeloved · 2 years

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dear santa

all my thanks to @tackytigerfic for making sure my 8 year old harry sounds like an actual 8 year old, and for answering very important questions about santa <33

@ghaniblue thank you for fixing up the smaller stuff my tired eyes didn't catch!!

Dear Mr. Santa,

My name is Harry Potter and I'm 8 years old. Maisy from class had said that you make childrens’ Christmas wishes come true. This is the first time I'm writing to you. I hope you're not cross, I wanted to write last year, but Dudley kept tearing up my paper and Aunt Petunia got cross about the mess and before that I couldn't write very well yet.

This year, I would like a bed all to myself. I'm not very big, so a small one is alright. A big one won't fit in my cupboard anyway. I also want sweets, lots of them. Dudley never shares any of his. I want a jumper with no holes in it, and maybe something that fits me if you have it. The cupboard gets very cold at night.

More than all of that, I want a friend. No one at school talks to me because they're all scared of Dudley. Please please Mr Santa, could I have a friend? I'll share my sweets and my bed and my jumper with him, I won't even mind because he's my friend and that's what friends do. At least I think that's what friends do. I've never had one before.

Happy Christmas Mr. Santa. I put the mince pie Aunt Petunia left for you in the kitchen instead of in front of the fireplace, Dudley won't look there.

Thank you,

Harry Potter

Dear Santa,

My name is Harry Potter and I’m 25 years old. I’m not completely sure you’re actually real, but honestly, I’ve gotten around to believing in much weirder shit than a man in a red suit who makes kids’ Christmas wishes come true. I’ll owl this letter off unaddressed — let’s see what Juno does with that.

I have a bed now, but not all to myself. I don’t mind though, I love him and I’d much rather share the bed with him than sleep in one alone. It’s a big one and there’s plenty of space for it in our room, and more besides. There are lots of sweets in our house, because I have a 7 year old godson who worships at the altar of all things sugary. If you ask my husband though, he would blame it all on my “incorrigible sweet tooth.” He’s dramatic like that, but he’s also had the recipe for treacle tart memorised for years now, so I know his eye-rolling and eyebrow-raising is all for fun. He’s also a hypocrite because he always steals at least half of any dessert I’m eating, not that I mind. We share a life after all, and that includes sharing dessert. I have a very full wardrobe now, you’ll be pleased to know. Pros of marrying a man whose best friend designs clothes for a living. Said man also has a wardrobe that’s full to bursting, and yet, you’ll see him in my jumpers more often than not. I complain about it of course, but only for the principle of it all.

I share my sweets and my bed and my jumpers with him, and I don’t even mind because I love him and that’s what you do with the people you love. You share. I learnt that from a certain red-haired boy sitting by himself in a train compartment.

You took your time in making my Christmas wish come true, but I honestly can’t complain. It was worth the wait.

Mince pie is in the kitchen, for old times’ sake.

Yours, Harry

P.S. About those sweets…

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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casablanca

first part — second part

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

request by anon: Hi hi hello, I've a request night be a tad much but up to you to judge, reader is a fellow avenger and gets severely hurt and when Bucky finds her after a battle he's scared she might not make it and there's a lot of "please don't leave me/I can't lose you" and such, pretty please maybe? 👉👈

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warnings/tags: angst, mention of blood.

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You were lying in the wet ground, sunk in the mud, with not enough strength to move a finger. You coughed the last time you tried to ask for help, choking on your own blood flooding your throat. Your whole life was playing in front of your eyes turned into one of those bad comedy movies everybody hates but can’t stop watching it. The three holes hosting the untraceable bullets burnt in your chest. You couldn’t describe the agony you were through at that exact moment. Not only by knowing that you were going to die alone under the cold rain, but all the things you were going to miss.

That agent of Hydra took you by surprise, being more stealthy than even himself expected. He shot you in the back, but he was too far for the ammunition to cross your anatomy, being stuck within your organs. And you didn’t know what could be worse. A slow death to give you hope to be found, despite the suffering and the torture, or a quick death not having any chance but skipping that nightmare. In the end, not even Stark could help you to heal from two bullets in the right lung and another in the shoulder blade. He could keep you alive for a couple of days maybe, but at what cost? At the cost of seeing everyone around you begging you to be strong, to continue fighting? You wish you could survive one second more, but life was abandoning your life bit by bit, while behind you the blood mingled with the mud.

You were cold. Your teeth were rattling. The pain was disappearing progressively as your eyelids rolled down. Not even when you heard the noisy engineers from your ship, you were able to open them again. The tiredness was taking control over your body and you were accepting it was your time to go. The amount of blood you had lost was probably irreplaceable, meaning nothing how quick your squad was.

He practically jumped from the ship, running faster than ever in his life. He didn’t even know when he started to cry. Bucky kneeled on the ground to hold you onto his arms and raise you with all the care he could have in a moment like that. He had seen a lot of people dying in different ways, mostly because he killed them. But this was different. You were everything he had now, losing you wasn’t an option. James was about to collapse when he managed to lie you on your stomach on the stretcher that Stark and Banner prepared for you. The silence inside the ship was shattering, only interrupted by the heartbreaking crying from the soldier, not loosening the grip on your left hand.

“C’mon, doll… Don’t do this to me”. He sobbed pressing his lips on your forehead, while the others were cutting your uniform to find the bullets stuck in your back. “Please… Ple— Please, bear it a little longer”.

Nobody around them wanted to say anything about the fact that they didn’t know you two were this close, being the first time seeing and hearing Bucky this desolated. They were used to his grumpy mood, his staring in silence. But when you were alone, it was quite the opposite. He was kindly, playful, loving, and sweet. It was something that continued surprising himself, it was too easy to be like that with you, tho. And watching you dying... It had been by far the most painful moment of his life. He’d prefer one hundred years serving Hydra again than not spend a second more with you. Just a second. He’d pay that price more than gladly.

The first bullet was easy to remove from your shoulder, but Banner and Stark exchanged worried gazes when it came to the other two puncturing the lung. It was a big deal. They had nothing to lose, if you had to die, at least they’d try it till the end. Natasha sprang into action, being an expert with those kinds of untraceable bullets and the damage they could make, while Bruce started to monitor your vital signs at the same time he supplied you morphine and anesthesia.

“Don’t… Don’t leave me, ple— please”. Bucky begged once and again, kneeling close to you, spreading wet kisses because of his tears everywhere he could. “Y’know… You promise me… to watch Casablanca together. We have a lot of things… to do. So, please… please… keep breathing”.

“Buck… Hey, Buck… Com’ere, let them work”. Steve placed a hand on his half metal, half flesh to make him stand up, but he slapped it.

“NO!”

The soldier was determined to not abandon your side, giving them enough room to continue with the improvised surgery. He needed to give you all his strength, even silently praying to God for your life as he had never done before, not having a single idea of what else to do. Placing his warm hand on the back of your neck, James fixed his forehead to yours, crying louder as he thought for a second you weren’t breathing anymore.

“You can’t leave me… You can’t, (Y/N)... You're the only thing I have now...” He whined in murmurs, trying to not pay attention to the constant beep coming from a device behind his back.

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beomglocks · 3 years

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better ; c.yj

summary : you deserve better

pairing : ex-boyfriend/mafia leader!yeonjun x reader

warnings & other : angst, mention of trauma, stalking and kidnapping, yeonjun breaks into your house, refer to picture for visual, i saw this edit on ig and now my mind has fuel, listen to better by WOOGIE.

w/c : ???

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the sunlight peeks through your shades and onto your face, causing you to stir in your sleep. you squeeze your eyes tightly shut hoping your brain can trick itself into sleeping for just a couple more hours longer.

it works for a couple of seconds. closing your eyes tight may have tricked your brain into thinking it was still dark enough to indulge in more sleep.

you sigh peacefully, hoping to get back to your previous dream but you're cut off by the sound of a door being slammed shut.

you open your eyes but remain in bed. it had to be around 7am at least which means no one should be in your house. well, no one should be in your house period. if it was a robber, they sure do work early.

you get out of bed, not caring about your lack of proper clothes because if you were gonna die, what's the point? you take careful steps toward your kitchen to make sure you don't alert whoever may be in there.

the sound of things being moved around and frustrated groans grows louder the closer you get to the room. you grab your nearby safety bat from a corner in your hallway and bring it above your head to swing.

when you come into the line of sight of the intruder in your house you halt yourself from swinging and bring the bat down to your side, the person not realizing yet that you're there.

anger bubbles inside of you at the sight of the sleeve of tattoos and dark head of hair that you recognize all too well.

"what the fuck are you doing in my house yeonjun?"

the boy in question seemingly pays no mind to your question and simply continues rummaging through your fridge and cupboards. "where the hell do you keep your peanut butter?"

you cross your arms at him. "i asked you a question."

"so did i," he retorts. you roll your eyes at him. "you're in my house ass hole, in case you forgot."

he subtly rolls his eyes away from your line of sight and stands up from the fridge. now that he's seen you, his eyes linger on your body for longer than you're ok with. he leans back on your counter with a smile, a visible change in his demeanor, "good morning."

"answer my question," you frown. he sighs, "we got busted and i needed a place to crash."

"yeonjun!" you exasperate. "what? i slept on the couch out of respect for you," he raises his eyebrow, taking a bite out of his slice of dry bread.

"what the fuck do you want me to do, thank you? i told you not to involve me in your mafia gang whatever shit anymore and you go and do this," you gesture to the mess on your countertop.

"yeonjun you're the only other person here! what's with all this shit on my table?!" he continues eating nonchalantly as you scold him and try to clean up as best as you can.

"can you calm down," he sighs. he takes another bite of bread before placing the plate on top of a random box of pizza. "no one saw me come here, you'll be fine."

you continue cleaning, without saying a word to him. you feel like if you open your mouth you'll explode. you clench your teeth as you watch him look through your fridge again out of the corner of your eye.

it's been months since you last saw him and this is the first thing he does. from the counter, you have a pretty good view of his back as he looks through the fridge.

even though you hate him, your mind wanders back in time when that same back would be littered with your marks and scratches. the neck tattoo that would be colored with hickeys he would proudly wear is now bare and untouched.

your eyes go up to his head which thankfully is still turned away from you. the pink mullet he used to rock is now a dark undercut with hints of red. it looks good on him, you have to admit. his ears have more piercings than you remember and you hold back a smile thinking about the time when you would play with his ears and he would tell you to stop.

"you're awfully quiet, what're you thinking about?" he asks, still facing the fridge. you have to remember your relationship with the mafia leader ended months ago, whatever feelings that were present right now were most likely your heart missing human interaction.

"thinking about how i want you out of my house," you mumble, picking up a half empty cup of ramen. he sighs, standing up and fixing his messy hair.

"i said i was sorry," he leans back on the fridge, watching you clean. you bite your tongue, picking up the empty pizza box and tossing it in the trash. "sorry doesn't make up for trauma yeonjun, that's what you don't understand," you say quietly.

"if i knew that would happen to you i wouldn't have left you alone, you know i would've had soobin or taehyun be around you 24/7!" he reasons.

"well you didn't," you breathe out. you give him a tight lipped smile and for the first time in months he's reminded of the pain he saw in you eyes when they brought you back.

"you decided drugs and money were more important than your fucking girlfriend that you love "oh-so-much" getting stalked and kidnapped."

“that’s not tr-“ “that’s what it felt like!” you place an empty soda bottle on the table. he blinks at your outburst. in all the time you’ve spent together, you were never one to lash out even when he annoyed you to no end.

he stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. "y/n," he sighs angrily.

"even after i killed them all? it wasn't enough for you! you still left me," he steps closer to you and you unconsciously step back. you recognized this tone on yeonjun but he never used it on you. it's gravely and deep and on the rare occasion that you did hear it, the outcome was never good.

"yeonjun..."

"no, look- i know what happened to you was fucked up but i tried my best! it still wasn't enough- you still left and didn't even tell me.." he chuckles at this. "do you know how long it took to find this fucking place?"

you look down, suddenly feeling small. any bravery you had has now dissipated. it's like your mind and body were so used to yeonjun that you just knew when to submit.

"you were my only sense of normalcy in that place," he mumbles. "sure i've got the boys but they're not you.."

his head is hung low, making his hair cover his eyes. your first instinct would've been to run into his arms and pepper him in kisses. endless strings of 'i love you' to reassure both of you that what happened wasn't either of your faults.

you bite your lip, "is that why all this food is like this..."

he doesn't move from his spot. "im sorry, i miss you." you almost feel your heart break. you hate seeing yeonjun so messed up about something that he just eats to forget because it's his only other form of happiness, well apart from you.

you walk up to him, bringing your arms around his slim frame. at first, he doesn't hug you back since he wasn't expecting that but soon enough he engulfs you as if he's been touch starved for ages.

"im sorry, please come back to me? i'll do better, i promise you won't get hurt anymore hm?" he sounds hopeful and it makes you close your eyes.

"you need to leave," you say quietly. you feel him hug you tighter as he places his chin on your head. "please let me stay with you," he pleads.

you force yourself to step away from him which takes a lot more effort than you thought. you look up at his face and he looks so broken. it’s rare to see a mafia leader look this vulnerable but yeonjun opens himself up to you like this at times and you feel lucky, in a weird way.

he watches you expectantly, waiting for your answer. “yeonjun i just- i don’t feel safe around you anymore.”

you swear you see his heart shatter right in front of your face.

you want to hit yourself but it’s true. where you once felt peace you only feel fear. maybe once upon a time yeonjun was like your savior but now he brings pain, especially with the type of work he does.

he looks down, biting his lip. you can tell he's trying to act like what you said didn't just tear a hole straight through his heart. "you know i'll still watch over you and keep you safe," he promises.

you smile lightly at him, glad that he hasn't completely given up. "i know." he wastes no time stealing a kiss on your forehead, quickly moving away before you can complain or push him away.

"you still fucked up my kitchen though," you say when he starts walking away to your door. he only shrugs as you watch him walk out your door and out onto the streets.

you can only sigh, hoping he'll be safe until he can get his base back.

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laboflove · 3 years

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Megumi x FR

•Megumi aged up•

Megumi X Cheerleader

❗Warnings❗{Smut, degradation, hard dom, dacryphilia, spanking, drinking}

A/N: Megumi thinks you're pretty much an airhead since you're a cheerleader so he tries to take advantage of that but ends up falling for you

Your body drops letting him see those tight safety shorts all the cheerleaders wore, it's like you were all made for slutty clothes. It was pretty hot but for some reason he never looked at the other girls, only at you. It was probably because you werent like the others, you were so naive, so innocent and such an airhead. It was fun teasing you, making fun of you for getting simple answers wrong and tugging at your skirt even though you hated it.

"Megumi" he looks up seeing your bright eyes and large smile, "Hey" he says with a nod as you sit down in front of him, "so whatre you doing here?" You ask while opening a bottle of water. "You left this at class" he shows you a white book covered in stickers making you blush beet red. "G-give it!" You rush to grab it but he pulls it back, wrapping his arm around your waist.

So close! Megumi was super good looking! One of the hottest guys at the campus in fact but this wasnt important. "Give it Megumi" you say but he doesnt, only holding you down with a smirk. "I was being nice but now I'm kinda curious" and worry fills your mind. "D-dont" you say but he opens it and looks through the pages.

"What's this?" He asks as he looks through the pages filled with notes and drawings of buildings with measurements, but arent you in arts? He notices you looking away, you gave up? That's weird, you never gave up. "Dont worry about it, its nothing" you say while taking the book back and grabbing your stuff. "See you later" you leave making him shocked, so personal things like that make you pissed? How fun.

"C'mon" his fingers graze against your thigh making you curl up, "Leave me alone" you whisper, your hand pressing against his chest. "Why? You're always flirting with Megumi so why cant I?", "I-I dont flirt with him" you mutter feeling your blood boil. You talked to Megumi yeah, but it was because he was always being a dick or when you needed help with assignments but that was it. "Hey" both of your heads turn and the guy is sent flying across the hall.

"M-megumi" he looks at you with a look hes never given before, worry, "Are you okay?" He asks in a softer voice too. Is he okay? "I'm fine" you whisper, fixing your bag and taking your sweater out of it to wrap around your waist. "What the fuck Megumi" he hears from on the ground, "I may be a douchebag but I'd never touch a girl if she didnt want it" he says then grabs your wrist, pulling you down the hallway. Uh oh.

"You're so fucking stupid" he says as he pushes you into an empty classroom, "So fucking naive and you cant even stick up for yourself" you look down at the floor but he tilts your face up, grabbing your cheeks hard to make you look into his eyes. "When something like that happens do anything to stop it, because if you dont, bad shit will happen and I'm not alw-" he stops but you both know the end of that sentence making you blush a soft pink.

"I'm sorry" you whisper and as your phone buzzes you pull away, "Thank you, if you're still here by six maybe I can take you to eat somewhere" you leave in a rush as he looks at his hand. Hes getting too close, way too close.

You dance to the blaring music, holding a plastic red cup in your hand filled with who knows what. He watches your body move, holding a bottle of beer and listening to Yuji ramble about girls and which ones hed like to sleep with but it was Yuji, he never got any girls unless Sukuna was taking over his body.

"But my first one would have to be Y/N, I mean just look at her, shes got an amazing body and I'd love to hear her scream my name" he clenches the bottle tight feeling his anger build up, almost overflowing but he calms himself down. "Eh, shes not that special, total airhead" he says then leaves to a different room, Yuji could do whatever he wanted, it didn't matter because he didnt like you that way and never would.

He watches as he walks up to you and suddenly hes walking towards you as well. Your eyes glance back slightly shocked as arms slowly wrap around you but your widened eyes soften. "Megumi" he smiles hearing his name come out of your mouth, "Hey Beautiful" and you blush, you've been told it often but the way he said it sounded so meaningful and honestly it was the first time you've ever liked being told it.

Time passes as you both dance and talk, giggles filling whatever silence there is and soon enough you and him are drunk, muttering things into each others ears, sitting on his lap, his hands holding your skirt down to make sure no one sees anything and your arms wrapped around his neck. "Why're you so pretty?" He whispers as he leans into your lips, barely touching them making you slightly mad. You wanted to kiss him but he wouldnt get close enough, wouldnt let you get close enough too and you could feel your need building up.

"You want to kiss me?" he whispers into your ear and you drunkenly nod with a small giggle. "So drunk arent you" you lean into his lips but he stops you, "Gimme a kiss" you mumble but he shakes his head.

"Sorry Princess but you're incredibly drunk and I cant just do that to you" he says, trying to make you feel better but all you do is grumble and whine. You were worked up, he had a massive boner and it got you horny too and all you wanted was to please him.

"Your place or mine?" He asks after some time of walking but finds you asleep, "I guess mine" he says then heads to his.

You nuzzle into his chest as his arms wrap around your body, "Megumi" he looks down but you're still asleep making him smile. You looked so peaceful but the shared smell of liquor was making it less comforting. Maybe he should wake you, it wouldnt be good to sleep like this. But then again you didnt have any clothes and you needed to sleep.

You turn around and his slightly intoxicated self heightens the feeling of you pressed right up against him. He whispers your name into your ear, making your eyes open slightly, "Hm" you hum out, you start sobering up and he whispers something into your ear making you turn red.

"P-pervert" he chuckles as his hand rub your side, you were soft but goosebumps were forming which was cute. So shy and so innocent now that you're sobering up. His eyes close again feeling sleep take over him but your grinding against his crotch keeps him from it. "Stop it" he says but you dont, "Play with me" you mumble and as his hand runs up your body you expect him to tilt your face to kiss you but instead his hand wraps around your neck, grabbing it with a bit of force eliciting a gasp from you.

"Take your clothes off, say Red to stop" he mutters in a lower tone and you nod fast, he sounded irritated and you didnt want to make him angry. Once your clothes are off you look back, turning red, seeing him naked as well with only his hipbone and down covered. He smirks seeing your eyes take in the sight, you knew he worked out but you didnt know he was this strong.

"Want a kiss now?" You nod fast as your eyes shine and he smiles, "Take it then" you rush to kiss him making him chuckle at your eagerness, he pulls you onto his lap, looking up at you slightly as his hands rest on your backside, grinding you against him slowly. Tiny, soft moans escape your mouth feeling his hardness rub between your folds, "Megumi" you whine out into his neck.

"I have con-", "No, want you" his mouth goes dry and he lifts you slightly, "You want me?" He asks earning fast nods. "Like this?" A gasp fills the room as he pushes in a single finger, "N-no, want you" he chuckles against your neck thinking of endless ways to tease you but the main thing he wants is for you to beg so, he doesnt remove his finger, he pushes it in and out slowly, not doing anything only making you angry.

"Please" he leans into your ear and bites it slightly, "What do you want?" You shake your head earning a spank. "Tell me" he says but you shake your head again earning another one making you hiss and whine. "Please Megu- ah!" You cover your mouth as he delivers another spank but it's harder this time.

The process goes on, him asking to barely receive an answer and none are what he wants, he sighs then pulls your hair back as you softly cry, "One last chance" he growls out slightly, "Y-your cock, please" he pulls you down onto him making you whine and sob into his neck.

"Such a naughty girl arent you?" He asks as he guides you on him, you felt like actual Heaven, your insides were nice and tight, warm and you were sucking him in so nicely. You nod as tears fall down your face making him twitch, "Fuck me, you're so perfect" he growls into your ear, insults coming after of him telling you how needy you were, that you were just a hole to him, a cumdump, something to use making more tears fall down your face but you loved it, something about being put down like this made it feel so good.

You move your hips to his movements feeling yourself about to break and as it's about to crash he keeps you still. "Try to come without me again and I wont be very nice", "Sorry" you whisper, leaning into him more, feeling soft, mushy and needy.

You both go again and the insults slowly turn into compliments, he moans as you clench around him and you whimper, "Come" he says and your body shakes, immediately at his demand. He thrusts up into you hard making you sob out into the room, "Shh Baby, I've got you" he whispers, hands rubbing your back, pulling you as close as possible and leaving soft kisses on your head.

"So perfect for me, such a good girl. Everything I said isnt true, okay?" You nod with soft cries and he kisses you softly, too rough for the first time and definitely not the right time but you were both definitely sober by now. "I love you" he suddenly says making you stop crying, "I love you too" and he stands. He always said hed never date, especially with someone like you but here he is, confessing his love for you and needing you more than ever.

#jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen #megumifushiguro #megumi x y/n #fushiguro megumi

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Obscured Chapter Eleven: Black Ties and Loose Ends

Chapter Word Count: 7,290

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Previous Chapter: Ten

Next Chapter: Twelve

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Angst, mentions of injuries

Notes: So sorry this took a very long time to get out, but I do hope you enjoy it!

It was nearing late afternoon. The sky an orange haze with thin streaks of clouds that seemed stagnant from your position on the couch. The house was silent, aside from the dull noise of the television on the wall playing the pre-show of the gala. You had tuned it out a while ago. It was the same thing every year; two hosts talking and playing games with the fans who were hoping to meet their heroes. The only thing you could even remotely focus on was trying to figure out the right words to convince your husband to stay home, but Izuku was a stubborn man.

Said man stepped into the living room, messing with his crooked and all too stubby dress tie. A small scowl on his face as he tried to fix it, but only seemed to shorten it more. When he looked up and saw you tucked into the corner of the couch glaring daggers out the window, he forgot all about the tie.

"Y/N," he said softly, feet rooted to the spot on the other side of the room. "I have to do this."

"You always have to do things," you grumbled, tucking your legs in closer, refusing to look at him. "But not when you're supposed to be on bed rest for at least the next week. You're such a hypocrite." That last part came out mumbled, but he still caught it.

"I've been through worse before. I was trained for this. I'll be fine."

Rolling your eyes, you finally turned your steely gaze on him. "You say that every time and then you land yourself right back into a hospital bed."

"But I've always turned out fine in the end."

"That's not a philosophy you should be living by Izuku!" you grabbed your head "You're just as human as the rest of us and you can die just as easily."

"Y/N-"

"I'm worried about you, you idiot!" You jumped to your feet, raising your voice. "Can't you see that? Why do you always have to run off and go play hero even if that means you won't come back to me!"

He stood there, a slight frown on his face, but he didn't look like he was giving in any time soon. "I have to-"

"Why?" you finally screamed at him. "Why do you have to go!"

"Because I have to make it right!" he yelled back, then shrunk in on himself, lowering his voice. "I have to fix this. It's my responsibility." His head dropped. "It's my fault."

It wouldn't matter how many times you told him it wasn't. His entire personality is based on that insecurity of never being enough and words can only do so much. His body wasn't the only thing injured this time.

Your gaze drifted down to his tie and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "How is it that you can save hundreds of lives every day and yet you still can't tie a tie properly?" With a sigh, you walked over to him. There was a bit of hesitance before you reached out to grab the stub of a tie. "Honestly Izuku, you're an enigma."

He held his breath as you untied the tie, body stiff and so unfamiliar to your touch. The Izuku you knew, at least the one you knew before the attack, couldn't get enough affection from you. Now he shied away from even being near you. You knew why. You had the same reservations, but this was your husband. The man you trusted and you had to show him that. You had to show yourself that.

"I don't save that many people," he murmured, staring at your hands, "and what's wrong with my tie?"

"What's wrong with it?" you tugged the fabric up to tickle his nose. "It's a stub. Honestly, I think you just refuse to learn how to do it properly."

"It looks better when you do it." He whispered, still staring at your hands.

With nimble fingers from years of practice, you pulled the tie through the first loop. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing I'm still here then." You didn't mean to imply anything by it, but the way his eyes darted to his shoes, he obviously put meaning into the words.

"Sorry." It was a word you were getting quite sick of hearing lately.

Pausing on the second loop, you peeked up at him. "This plan of yours...it'll work, right?" He refused to look at you so you sinched the knot up to his neck forcing him to stumble closer with a slight wince. "You're nowhere near healed enough to be doing anything dangerous. This Ikari woman is getting under your skin. Making you reckless...well, more reckless than usual. I don't like it."

"I'm sorry Y/N, but-"

"Ugh," you pushed him away, "just stop with the sorry's already. I don't want apologies. I just want you to be safe."

"Y/N", he held up his palms, "I'm-"

"I swear to god, if you say sorry one more time," you threatened, pinching the bridge of your nose.

He deflated, a hand running through his gelled hair. When he opened his mouth to say something, he stopped and instead turned away, rubbing his face. The two of you hadn't been able to finish a single conversation since you came back home. Luckily, Inko had gone to stay with the retired pro Aizawa for the evening, to return a favor he owed Izuku. There was already enough tension in this house as it was, adding a third person would only make it worse.

The doorbell rang, cutting into the thick silence permeating the room. It irritated you that even the doorbell could make you flinch now. Everything seemed to startle you nowadays and you were hating it. Izuku used the interruption to escape the room and came back a few moments later with a casually dressed Shinso in tow.

Since you weren't going to the gala, you wanted to talk with your boss. Nazim, your friend who worked with you at the hospital, had texted a heads-up earlier. Apparently, there was talk of Haru replacing you after the whole 'teleporting your near-dead husband in the E.R.' fiasco. There was no way you could just sit at home and worry in front of the television all night anyway. This provided a productive distraction, even if you dreaded the talk with your boss.

Shinso had volunteered to accompany you to the hospital since he loathed going to things like galas, or really anywhere with a lot of focused attention. You didn't mind either because you liked Shinso. He was quiet and respectable. Plus having someone with you gave you some comfort.

Thank you, Shinso," Izuku said, grabbing the underground hero's shoulder as they walked in. "I really appreciate it."

He shrugged. "It's fine. I never liked going to those things anyway." Then he waved at you. "Hey, Y/N. No fancy dresses tonight?"

"Think it'll make my boss more lenient?" you joked with a half-smile.

"Eh, you'll be fine. The bark is worse than the bite, right?" he smirked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"You clearly haven't met my boss," you muttered, searching for your purse.

Izuku glanced at his watch. "I've got to get going," he finally looked at you, "you have your phone, right?"

"Yeah, I got everything I need," slinging the bag over your shoulder, you grabbed his arm, "you?"

That single touch seemed to send him spiraling again. He froze, staring at your hand as if it would shatter with a single breath. With a nod, he stepped back and let your arm slip off him.

Frowning, you turned to Shinso. "Can I have a minute?"

"Uh, yeah." It was easy to sense the awkward tension in the room, so he excused himself rather quickly. "I'll just be outside."

When Shinso closed the door behind him, you crossed your arms, willing his eyes to meet yours. "Izuku, look at me." After some reluctance, he finally looked up. "I know things are...messy right now, but I need to know you have a clear head tonight." Stepping just a bit closer, you held out your hand. "I know you. I know you're feeling horrible right now and if I could fix everything, I would. But that's not how the world works, we both know that. I'm not upset with you Izuku," you sighed, dropping your head. "When this is over, we definitely have some things to talk about, but right now, I need to know you'll be okay tonight."

A stray tear fell from one of his eyes as he lightly grabbed the offered hand. "How can you forgive me? You should be furious with me."

"Do you want me to be?" you cocked your head, "is that it?"

He went back to staring at your hand, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "No, but...but you should. If they didn't stop me then-"

"Izuku, thinking that way is only going to dig a deeper hole." Grabbing the lapels on his jacket, you pulled him close. "You are a hero and a damn good one. Please just..." the lump in your throat blocked the words so you rested your head on his chest instead. Through his vest, you could feel the thin material of the bandages wrapped tightly around his chest.

That unfamiliar tenseness came back. You'd been together for so long that being around each other was easy, but this was unlike any Izuku you knew. When you had first started dating, he was a cute awkward mess that smiled and laughed because he didn't know what else to do around you. But this...this was an entirely different kind of anxiety. He felt like a stranger and that in itself made you upset.

"I hate this," it was all but a whisper.

"I know, but I have to go-"

"No, that's not what I mean," you twisted your head up to stare at him. "This. I hate this."

"This?" Those giant foresty eyes fell into your own and you could practically hear what he was thinking. 'Me?'

I just-" trying to voice your thoughts was a lot harder than you realized. Mainly because you were still trying to figure them all out. "Once this is over, I want things to go back to normal, but I...I don't think they can."

His fingers rested on either arm, gently digging into the fabric of your sweater. That was the closest he's come to holding you since you left the hospital. He looked so lost, so unsure and it killed you inside. There was a small moment of silence that beat in your ears until he finally nodded, closing his eyes.

"After tonight, whatever you decide," there was a slight warble to his voice, "I'll...support you."

A small hum and you leaned into him before the words clicked in your mind. "Wait, hold on," you pulled back, holding him at arm's length, "that sounds like you think I want to leave. Is that what you think?"

He stared at his shoes, not daring to look at you.

"Or is it the other way around?" Frowning, you shook his arms "Izuku, look at me."

Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his arms across his chest, carefully aware of how much pain even that motion cost him. "If you would've...died, I don't think I can even handle the thought of that. I knew this life was dangerous and I was fine with that, but then you came into the picture and turned everything on its head. You made me realize that there's more to life than just being a hero," a shaky exhale and he continued, "I thought I could handle both. I thought... well, I thought a lot of things that I clearly can't do." He backed away, shaking his head. "I love you more than anything, but if being here with me means you get hurt, then..." those wide eyes of his were desperately searching for some kind of confirmation, but you refused to give it to him.

"Look here," you marched over and poked his chest, "I appreciate the fact that you want to protect me, but I'm a grown woman. I make my own decisions. Not you, or anyone else who thinks they can decide what's best for me." He opened his mouth to say something, but you just held up a hand. "Maybe I hit you in the head too hard, or maybe I didn't hit you hard enough, but you're acting like an idiot. If you think I'm going anywhere, then let me tell you, you've got another thing coming."

Another moment of silence searching your face before a breathy laugh blew past his lips. "Stubborn as always."

"Oh, so I'm the stubborn one?" Jutting out your hip, you crossed your arms and glared at him. "So says the most stubborn man alive."

Finally, a tiny smile took up residence on his face. "Alright, fine. I suppose we can both be a little stubborn sometimes." His fingers delicately reached up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear and lingered there. His hand no longer taut with so much anxiety. "You're amazing."

"Okay, don't go gettin' all sappy when you got a job to do," you said, yet you leaned into his touch. "Besides, you have to go meet up with your date."

Another successful chuckle, "Jealous?"

"You wish," finally pulling away, you picked up your bag and winked at him. "I've already got myself a hot date tonight."

Heading to the door, you left Izuku standing in the living room, eyes wide. "You're just messing with me, right?" He followed after you. "I mean, you don't think he's-"

When you reached the door, you glanced back at him. "What? Jealous?" you fired back and watched as his face flushed red. "I guess you'll have to find out after you come back home in one piece." A brief moment of hesitation before you grabbed his shoulder and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. "And you better come back home in one piece."

He blinked when you pulled away. Before he could say anything else, you opened the door and greeted Shinso who was leaning against the porch railing.

"Yo," he waved, somehow looking even more tired.

"I know you're Mr. Badass, but those injuries aren't fully healed. I'm gonna say this again in case you didn't understand the first hundred times; you're going against all my medical advice," you said to Izuku as the three of you walked down the porch. "So just please don't do anything too reckless, okay?"

"I know and I'm sor-" you shot him a warning glare and he coughed out the last part, rubbing the back of his head. "I won't be reckless."

That earned a quiet chuckle from Shinso who opened the car door for you.

"Good," you tossed the purse into the seat, "let's see if you can actually hold up that end of the bargain this time. And if not, here." You slipped a small pouch in the pocket just inside his vest. "It's only if you pull your stitches so try not to pull them in the first place."

"Thank you," he patted the pocket and glanced at Shinso who had gotten into the driver's side. "If you need anything, call me. You'll know where I'll be."

"Likewise," patting his cheek, you gave him another gentle kiss. "Love you."

That smile never ceased to exist every time you kissed him. Even now after everything, it still shined through his nervous exterior. Some things never change. Seeing that brought a smile to your own face as he breathily whispered it back. His fingers swept along your arms, barely touching the skin, but it was more than you'd gotten all day and you'd take it. The two of you stood like that for a moment before you finally slipped into the car.

He closed the door for you and nodded to Shinso. The car slowly backed out of the driveway and Izuku waved goodbye. Not the last goodbye if you had anything to say about it.

After a quiet car ride, you finally arrived at the hospital. White knuckled fingers unclenched themselves from your pants and you let out a heavy breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Guess car rides were just another box to check off on the growing list of things that unsettled you now. Wonderful.

"Thanks for coming with me," you said as the two of you entered the building. "I know it's probably not any fun to play babysitter."

The sun was starting to set, which meant the guests at the gala would be arriving soon for the red carpet event. It would be the first year you weren't with Izuku for it in almost six years. The press would be ruthless this year and if he wasn't careful would try to rip him to shreds. But for now, you had to focus on your own problems in the form of one Mr. Nobusuke: your boss.

"I don't mind really," he shrugged and glanced up at one of the T.V.'s as they passed a waiting area. It was currently broadcasting the live feed from the red carpet event where dozens of heroes were posing for the cameras or being interviewed. "It's better than being there, trying to socialize.

A laugh bubbled out as you tried to imagine Shinso standing on that red carpet smiling for the cameras. Those two images didn't mesh well together.

"Hey, so I never got the chance to properly thank you. You really saved me...us back there."

Pursing his lips, he stuffed his hands into his pockets with a hum. He didn't look all that convinced.

"I think your quirk helped clear his mind a little," you said a bit quieter, aware of the people passing by. "You're really impressive. I mean it."

Turning his gaze on you, he said, "I guess I can see why you and Midoriya go together so well."

"What do you mean?"

"Where's this office at?" Shinso stopped and looked down a few halls.

"Hey, you can't just change the subject like that!" Crossing your arms, you stepped in front of him, but he ignored you and kept walking. "Hey!" you called after him, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Do you know when I first met Midoriya, I hated him?" It was said so casually. "I was so frustrated that someone who had no grasp of how to use their quirk made it into the hero course." Running a hand through frizzy hair, he continued, "but as I got to know him I realized how relentless he is. Stubborn to a fault and refuses to give up no matter what. Willing to do anything for the people he loves."

You looked at your shoes. "That's Izuku alright."

"It's also you."

"Me?" Now that had you confused. No one's ever compared you to Izuku: the great hero Deku. "I'm not a hero."

"You don't have to be a hero to help someone. It's why you chose this career, right?" he gestured around the building. "Even after everything that happened, you worked till you dropped to save him. Sounds pretty heroic to me." With a shrug, he picked a hall to walk down. "But who am I to say?"

Digesting the words, you looked at him. "How come you didn't want to be a public hero?"

"I don't look so good in the spotlight." Pulling the skin under his eyes, he grinned at you. "I think it's the bags."

"Oh come on, that's not a real answer."

"It's just not the kind of hero I wanted to be. Midoriya has the personality and the quirk fit for the public. But for me, it's easier to work when no one knows who you are. I don't give a shit about recognition and I doubt the public would be very accepting of my quirk anyway. As long as I can still use my power to help, then I'm fine with where I am."

Bumping shoulders, you flashed him a smile. "Well, I think you're cool Shinso, and I'm not just saying that cause you saved my life. Although, that is a bonus." you scored a grin with that one.

The rest of the walk was made in comfortable silence with you trying to avoid eye contact with anyone you might recognize. Nazim had said Mr. Nobusuke was in his office late tonight, still dealing with all the press from the incident. You wanted to catch him off-guard because if he had time to get everything in order, Haru could very well take your job. When you eventually arrived at the door to the office, you stood in front, dreading the talk. Mr. Nobusuke was a no-nonsense kind of guy and after the fiasco in the E.R., you weren't sure what to expect. This should be fun.

"I'll be out here," Shinso smirked, pushing you forward on the small of your back. "Good luck."

Mustering up as much courage as you could, you knocked on the door and heard a gruff voice invite you in. With a deep breath and one last glance at Shinso, you cracked the door and peered inside. "Hello, Mr. Nobusuke."

"Oh, Mrs. Midoriya, come in." He was standing by the bookshelf, shifting through one of his prized leather-bound, first edition books. "I'm surprised to see you here of all places. Shouldn't you be at home resting with your husband? As I recall, he was put on bed rest."

"Uh, well, actually he went to the gala," you said, wringing your fingers, "but there's something I want to talk-"

"He went to the gala in his condition? I suppose nothing holds that man down." He snapped the book closed with a loud pop and carelessly dropped it on the coffee table, causing you to flinch at the noise. "I would think you'd much rather be there than talking with an old man like me tonight." With a bellied laugh, he made his way over to his desk.

"I think you're overestimating how fun galas are." You nervously laughed along with him, tugging at the thick scarf around your neck. "But I did have a reason for coming."

"Oh? Well do sit down then," he pointed to the chair across from his desk. "What brings you in." The chair squeaked and strained under his weight as he lounged back, arms crossed.

Seeing him sitting so relaxed was odd. Maybe it was the time of day. You never really spoke to him outside of working hours other than events. He wasn't the type to socialize with his subordinates nor had the time to. The man grew up in America before moving back to Japan once he graduated. He didn't have the same workplace ideals as everyone else, but he was good at what he did. Despite his aloofness, you managed to secure a good relationship with him. This, on the other hand, was a different side you had yet to see.

"Um," this was far from what you were expecting and somehow his lax attitude was making you more nervous. "I wanted to talk to you about my job."

"I believe you're still on leave, yes?" A grin split across his lips as he sat up and searched through a stack of folders placed neatly on the center of his desk. "After what happened, I would understand if you wanted more time off."

"No, that's the thing," you squeezed your fingers together, watching as he pulled out a thick file. "I don't want any more time off. I want to come back."

"Ah, here they are." he triumphantly held up the folder and opened it. "Do you know what this is?"

"Uh..."

"These are your records." The way he held the folder made it hard to see exactly what was inside. "And complaints."

"Complaints?" Everything was starting to spiral.

"Yes, complaints. Did you know Mr. Haru filed twenty-four complaints against you in the past six months?" He peered over the folder. "In case you're wondering, that's a lot.

"Okay, but-"

"Don't interrupt," those stormy gray eyes of his flashed darkly and you looked down at your hands. "Remind me, how long have you been charge nurse here?"

"Three years."

"Would you say you're doing a competent job?"

This was definitely not going how you planned. "Yes."

"Now I realize you've had a...difficult month, but I need to think about the wellbeing of all my staff and patients. Not just you Midoriya." Tucking the folder back into the stack, he folded his hands and sighed. "So I think it's best we hand over your duties to Haru for the time being. And I think a transfer is in order."

"A transfer?" Hands gripped the edge of the desk as you tried to real in your anger. "Sir, with all due respect, I am more than capable of handling my duties just fine. And Haru, well he-"

"What did I say about interrupting." He held up a hand, cutting you off. "What's done is done. You will be transferred to Admissions when you return from your leave. That is all Mrs. Midoriya."

No. You couldn't just let him do this. You had to do something. "Mr. Nobusuke, please cane we just-"

"That is all." That growl marked the end of the conversation.

Fingers digging into the wood, you stood up. There were so many things you wanted to say, but screaming at your boss would only dig the hole deeper. You needed time to come back with a solid argument, so reluctantly, you let go of the desk and stormed from the room.

Once you burst through the door, you didn't slow down, marching right past Shinso. He hopped off his spot on the wall and caught up with you, hands deep in his pockets.

"Might wanna slow down or you're gonna trample someone," he said, easily keeping pace with you. "Judging by your face and that steam coming out of your ears, I'd say that didn't go well."

You grabbed your ears before you realized what you were doing and scowled at him. "Real funny."

"Okay, just-" Shinso reached out to pull you aside and you instinctively grabbed his wrist and shoved him away. He stumbled back a few feet, holding up his hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean- look, I'm not the best at the whole comforting thing, but I am good at listening. Do you wanna tell me what happened?"

In a vain attempt to tap out the annoyance with your foot, you crossed your arms and glared at the wall. It didn't work, so you turned to him with a huff. "I was demoted. Happy?"

"Why?"

"I don't know!" you burst out, "Haru's always been a pain in the ass. Even Mr. Nobusuke knows that. I've been charge nurse for over three years. I worked my ass off just to get there! All that hard work and I get demoted to Admissions?" Every muscle in your body was clenched, ready to explode any second. "It doesn't make any sense. It's like he's punishing me. I just, I'm just..." you paced back and forth, taking shallow breaths before Shinso caught your shoulders, halting you.

"Take a breath Y/N." He said with a calmness you envied. "Why don't we go get some coffee. You look like you could use some."

Following his advice, you took a few deep breaths, feeling your heart calm just a fraction. In hindsight, you were glad you didn't drag Inko along. Having another breakdown in front of the poor woman wouldn't look good.

Taking the lead, you eventually made your way down to the cafeteria where you ordered your coffee (Shinso put six shots of espresso in his) and sat at one of the tables in the corner.

"I put so much into this place and this is how they treat me?" you grumbled as you ripped a packet of creamer open and dumped it into the cup. "This is not an easy job, but have I ever complained?" a pause, "have I ever complained out loud? No."

"From what Midoriya's told me, you're the best of the best," he said, watching you furiously stir the coffee.

"Well that's just Izuku being Izuku," you waved it off. "But I am quite capable of my job. I could walk back in there tonight and I wouldn't have a problem. People are just getting too hung up on what happened, but I'm fine. They're all treating me like some sort of traumatized child and I'm so sick of it."

Shinso took a large sip. "Well, have you told them that?"

"Yeah, but that's not going to change how they see it." Rubbing your face, you glanced out the large wall of windows lining the cafe. "I mean yeah, it was scary, but if you guys can go through those things every day and come out fine, then why can't I?"

"Whoever said we come out fine?" Shinso cocked his head. "Those experiences change everyone. Trying to compare yourself to how others handle them is only going to lead you down a bad path. Just because we look like we've got it handled doesn't mean that we do. You live with Midoriya, you know that first hand." He leaned back. "Part of being a public hero is hiding everything under that golden rug and dazzling smile, but it's still there. It's always there and anyone who tells you otherwise is lying."

No one had ever been that blunt with you before, not even Tsu. In a way it was refreshing.

"So what do I do then?"

"I don't know if I have an answer to that." Shrugging, he took another long sip. "I think it's something that you need to decide for yourself. What do you want to do about it."

What do you want? That seemed to be the buzzword question lately and despite everything, you were lacking the solution. Deep in thought, your eyes drifted around the room until they landed on the television on the wall behind Shinso. Of course, they'd have the gala on in here. It was on nearly every channel tonight. The event was one of the biggest functions all year and everyone who was anyone would either be there or be watching.

Different heroes sauntered down the carpet, waving those all too fake smiles at the cameras and adoring fans lining the roped-off walkway. A few younger heroes were being interviewed at the moment and you half-heartedly listened to the conversation before the crowd erupted in a sudden uproar that drew the camera's attention.

Izuku had just arrived. Beside him was his mentor, All Might. He plastered a smile to his face and made his way down the carpet a little too stiffly. If you were anyone else, you probably wouldn't have noticed, but you did. He was still in a lot of pain. That wound was far from healed and you were regretting not trying harder to stop him from going.

Every interviewer stationed along the carpet tried to rope him in for a conversation and he expertly avoided them until one bold woman stepped out of her designated area to pull him aside. He was all but powerless to stop her with all the eyes on him.

"A quick word, if you will Deku," the reporter said. He had no choice, leaving now would only hurt his character. Trapped by societal convention. "It's great to see you tonight, but many were speculating that you wouldn't show, given the events of the past few days," she grinned, sparing a glance at All Might, "but here you are looking as healthy as ever and with the former Number One Hero All Might no less." She stuck the mic right under his nose and asked a question that had you holding your breath. "But I suppose everyone is wondering, after all the rumored news these past few weeks, how is your wife, Y/N Midoriya?"

Izuku took a deep breath, shuffling his feet in the back of the car, casting nervous glances out the window every few seconds. He didn't realize he was tapping his feet until Yagi grabbed his knee.

"Calm down son, you're gonna stop a hole in this car if you keep that up," the retired hero tried for a laugh, but Izuku only muttered out an apology before he switched to tapping his fingers on the seat beside him. "Izuku, look at me."

"Hey, Izuku," Yagi whispered, reaching across the little space that separated them in the limo and grabbed his arm. The minute those boney fingers connected, Izuku flinched so hard he slammed his head into the roof.

Ever since Izuku got in the car, the man had been quiet, which wasn't like the Izuku he knew. The man was a chatterbox and only grew worse the more distressed he was. This whole quiet attitude was disconcerting, to say the least. Yagi had never seen him look quite so desolate before. Izuku's face was pale and creased in a nervous concern, deep in thought. His once gelled hair was starting to fray and poke out in certain places from all the times he'd run a hand through it. It would be a miracle if no one noticed anything off about him.

Stunned, he blinked and looked at the older man. One hand carefully rubbing over the bandages concealed under his dress suit. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Yagi was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out the right words. "Izuku, are you sure this is the right call? I don't doubt you, but you're still injured. No one would think any less-"

"No, that's not why I'm doing this. I need to be here," he interrupted, sitting straighter and wincing at the sudden motion. "I'm fine. I can handle this."

"No one said you couldn't. I'm just worried," he sighed. "You're not even supposed to be out of the hospital yet. You've always been so reckless with yourself. Don't forget you have friends you can rely on. Don't try to do everything yourself." Yagi paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes, "Are you sure you're not using this to push yourself towards some sort of atonement because-"

"I said I'm fine!" Izuku yelled, dark green eyes shooting a nasty glare to the man he considered a pseudo-father before he realized what he did. With a shake of his head, he leaned forward and rubbed his eyes. "I'm sorry Toshi. I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's alright," Yagi frowned as he watched his protégé take a slow, pained breath, "I can imagine the stress you're under right now." One of his hands rested on Izuku's shoulder. "I believe you can do anything you set your mind to because, well, I've seen it with my own eyes. But please," he caught Izuku's gaze, "please be careful."

"We have the plan," Izuku seemed to say more to himself than Yagi. "If anything goes wrong, we have the backup plan. It'll work." The car slowed to a stop and the both of them glanced out the tinted windows to see a mob of flashing cameras waiting for them just outside. "Thanks for coming with me."

"Of course," Yagi patted his shoulder, "who else would want an old man like me as their date?" Finally pulling a genuine grin from Izuku, Yagi grabbed the handle. "Ready?"

Another deep breath and he nodded. As soon as the door opened, the buzz of the crowd swelled. Every camera whipped in their direction. Even some of the heroes being interviewed turned their heads.

Izuku had been at the top for a few years now and that in itself always garnered media attention, but this time was different. He'd been at the center of the news for weeks now with different allegations coming from all directions. Some quite scandalous and utterly ridiculous, but they weren't to be taken lightly. And now, he'd made his first public appearance in days, at the gala of all places. That in itself was a statement, whether good or bad was still to be determined. The spotlight was his tonight, even if he didn't want it.

Yagi climbed out first, waving to the crowd, followed by a stilted Izuku. He swallowed that thick ball of nerves in his throat and forced that trained smile on his face. There was no room for error. Not here. Especially not here. As much as his chest ached, he kept his head high and waved for the flashing cameras.

A few heroes lining the red carpet were so caught up in the arrival of Deku and All Might together that they forgot about their own interviews. Everyone wanted a shot at talking to the hero, but Izuku tried his best to avoid getting drawn in by one of the reporters. He just wanted to make it inside the building, away from the public. For the most part, the event was private, save for the speech and performances near the end that were broadcast live. Once he was inside, he could finally breathe.

They made it halfway down the carpet before a woman darted in front of them, blocking Izuku. "A quick word if you will Deku." He was so close to making it inside, but now he'd have to talk. " It's great to see you tonight, but many were speculating that you wouldn't show, given the events of the past few days," that grin radiated a hungry ruthlessness he'd seen in his fair share of reporters. "But here you are, looking as healthy as ever and with the former Number One Hero All Might no less." She shoved the mic in his face. "But I suppose everyone is wondering, after all the rumored news these past few weeks, how is your wife, Y/N Midoriya?"

That was a question he was dreading. He knew they would try to pry out some sensitive answers from him tonight and refusing to answer certain questions was an answer in itself. For the past few years, he was able to mostly keep you out of the public eye, usually only coming up when important events surrounding his status were brought up. This time, you'd been forced into the limelight by a series of events he wasn't able to stop. Saying the wrong thing now would only add fuel to the fire. He needed to choose his words carefully.

"I'm glad everyone is so concerned for my wife's wellbeing," he smiled through his teeth, "but this year the gala is a closed event." He'd worked with the commission to ensure only heroes would be allowed entry for safety concerns. No plus ones this year. That change alone caused quite the commotion, but it had to be done. "So, unfortunately, she couldn't be here with me tonight."

They both knew that wasn't the answer she wanted.

"And what about you?" She pressed, "The Hero Billboard charts will be released soon. Are you worried that your performance this year will knock you out of the top spot?"

A performance. That's all this was. That's all it's become, even to him. Being a hero wasn't about saving people or doing 'good' anymore. It was about rankings and popularity. And he was sick of it.

When he didn't say anything, she continued, "I also hear you were freshly released from the hospital only yesterday?" That was hot topic news to anyone at this point, but even so, his smile wavered for a moment. This woman was relentless. "My sources tell me it was quite a significant injury. How are you faring now?"

"Well, as you can see," he twisted around with a chuckle, "I'm perfectly fine."

"It seems so," she sounded disappointed, "but your wife was rumored to be there as well so-"

"Well, thank you for your time," Yagi cut in, startling the woman. She nearly forgot he was there. "But I believe the event is starting soon." In one easy sweep of his arms, he pulled Izuku away.

Yagi ushered Izuku further down the carpet, leaving the woman open-mouthed, holding the microphone out to no one. She quickly recovered and moved onto another hero walking her way, but Yagi caught the little glare she tossed his way.

Once they made it through the doors and into the foyer, Izuku stepped off to the side, getting a few curious glances. Faint orchestral music replaced the dull roar of the crowd, but he could only focus on his breathing. That little spin he pulled off wasn't doing him any favors. It was bad enough that the wound was barely closed, but he decided against any type of painkillers. He'd had enough of drugs for a long while and in his mind, he rationalized it as needing a clear head tonight. At least that's what he'd told the others. The part he left out, the real reason he decided against it was that he thought he deserved to be in pain right now. It was a small way of atoning. One you would be absolutely furious about if you found out.

"Thanks, Toshi," Izuku sighed, absentmindedly rubbing his chest.

"Well, I should be thanking you," the retired pro smiled, "I didn't have to answer any questions this year."

This time, Izuku did manage a small laugh. When he composed himself again, he looked to the large doors that held the gala. This was it. It would all end here tonight.

Cups nearly empty, you stared out the window, watching small flecks of silvery snow hit the glass and promptly melt. Fingers mercilessly bent the little coffee straw into different shapes. Izuku put on a good show for the camera. That's all it really was, wasn't it? The whole thing was just a show. No one cared about the people behind the masks.

You don't think he'll lose his ranking over this, do you?" A small glance up at Shinso before they flickered back to the straw.

"I don't know." That admission, while honest, flipped your stomach. "There's no pleasing the public. All they want is whatever shiny new thing you dangle in front of them. It's impossible to keep them on your side forever."

The chair screeched against the tile as you stood. Shinso took one last desperate swig of his coffee before getting up to follow you. Your nails dug into the plastic cup as you marched over to the trash bins.

The straw snapped in half. "I want to go home now."

"Hey, I just meant that eventually, they'll find something else to hate on." He caught up to you, leaning on one of the bins. "Don't worry about it. It's got nothing to do with you and everything to do with the system itself."

That wasn't true. It was you that started this whole mess in the first place. As much as Izuku likes to take the blame, the fact was Tatsuya came after you because of you. Even if someone else had set him up for it, you were still involved and it hurt that you couldn't even do anything about it.

"What, so everything's supposed to blow over just like that?" You crossed your arms, turning to him. "It's supposed to be that easy?"

"No, I just meant-"

"Mrs. Midoriya?" A frantic voice spoke up behind you.

Hearing your name called out like that startled you so much, you nearly knocked one of the bins over in your haste to whirl around. Standing a few feet away was a face you'd nearly forgotten in light of everything. "Mr. Miwa?"

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huenjin · 3 years

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"i am never, ever, going to one of jisung's parties again."

you shift in your 'seat' to try and get comfortable which results in the person underneath to emit a low groan, hot breath fanning against your ear causing goosebumps to rise all over. it's such an inappropriate scene, the way changbin has you perched on his lap, firm hands on your hips to stop you from moving around too much. "comfy, princess?" he rasps, and you have to bite your lip from making any sounds you know will boost his ego. it's already sky high as it is. god you could almost feel the raging hard-on if you leaned further back, even just a little.

it's hyunjin's fault. you blame it all on hyunjin for dragging you there because he said you needed to "have fun and let loose" after 2 weeks of stress and sleepless nights during final exams. you really do appreciate his thoughtfulness, and he's not wrong for the most part, it's just that you would've preferred staying in to binge watch the latest episodes of private lives on netflix. you're so behind on the drama it's frustrating. but when he offered to buy you new clothes for the halloween party, you figured why not? there's no loss with those terms are there?

wrong. hyunjin just conveniently forgot to mention that your natural enemy seo changbin would also be there. and that he'd be hot as fuck dressed as a policeman. if you were being brutally honest you'd like for him to lock you up and use those handcuffs for you, but it's well known around the campus that y/n and changbin do not go together. you bicker, you fight, you squabble every single time you're in the same room, let alone the same space. he riles you up like no other, and you challenge him like none has.

the sexual tension though? un-fucking-believable.

in changbin's defense, you didn't have to look so sexy in that air hostess costume. a flight attendant? he'd love for you to attend to his needs instead. it's true, the both of you can't stand each other but what's a bit of hate sex can't fix? "probably everything." was what his best friend and fellow roommate chan had said. he might be true, but that won't stop changbin from trying now will it? no, of course not.

"truth or dare y/n?"

curse that beer bottle for landing in your direction twice in a row. the first ended up with you in that position. and now? it's about to get real. so there's two options. either you get zapped by the lie-detecting machine or pick a lousy dare. both you're sure will only end up in your misery because your whole group of friends will forever try and get either you or changbin to break and get into each other's pants (or skirts) already. there's no giving up in their dictionary unless when it comes to studying.

"dare."

changbin whistles at your decision, his intense stare burning holes at the back of your head as he removed one of his hands to rest on your bare thigh. every touch of his fingertips sends tingles up your spine, core starting to drip with want. the longing, the need to be filled is overwhelming that your brain turns into mush and all rational thoughts are out the window.

"i dare you.. to kiss changbin. french style, if you will."

fuck it, you thought. you want a show? fine, i'll give you a show.

in the blink of an eye you've switched positions to straddle his lap, taking off the hat he's wearing and placing it on yourself before leaning in to capture his lips with yours. he smirks during the kiss, feeling victorious at you finally giving in at your desires. under different circumstances you'd want to slap that smirk right off, but now you're in too far to care.

it's animalistic, how he has in tongue in you within a split second after giving your ass cheeks a particularly harsh squeeze. the gasp you let out encourages him to move lower and lower to where you need him most. the sucking and biting he litters under your jaw would be future y/n's problem to handle in the morning because right now, you're putty in his hold. the purple and red marks are a sign, a warning. this is seo changbin's territory.

your hands around his neck, tangled in his soft locks earns a string unholy moans you're sure you'll never get tired of hearing. he knows damn well what he's doing. not one sweet spot of yours did he miss, and by the end of it he has your dress bunched up around your waist, lower half grinding down on his crotch.

"fuck, princess, you're so beautiful."

the action has you seeing stars, pure bliss fuelling your veins which keeps you going on and on and on. every drag gets you higher and god does it feel good. when his lips find yours again his thrusts meet you halfway, sinful moans getting swallowed by the wet muscle exploring the vast of your mouth. his taste is your favourite flavor yet.

you well and truly lost it when his dominance takes over. "you're tired hmm? it's okay princess let me take care of you." the flex of his thigh and the way he's pressing you down so that your clit rubs deliciously against the material of his pants has you keening. the words slipping out of his mouth are downright filthy, the knot in your stomach so awfully tight you're afraid it'll snap without caution.

"b-bin- changbin please.."

the audacity of this man to send you a devilish smirk after all you did was be a good girl for him.

"please what, princess? you're so pretty begging for me like this aren't you?"

his praises, god his praises could send you to heaven and back. you live off of him being proud of you, complimenting you as if you're fully his. he owns you. all of you.

"please.. don't s-stop. ah i'm so close. p-please."

"since you asked so nicely."

one strong pull and you're spurting hot white fluid all over his thigh. your newly bought lace panties, needless to say is drenched and ruined from the intense orgasm you had but fuck was it worth it. he chuckles when you pant, soothing you through your high with more praises that has you whimpering for more.

"sensitive are we princess?"

you blush bright red as he takes a good look at you, the condition you're in making you avoid eye contact in embarrassment. hiding your face in his chest, he runs his fingers through your hair and laughs when you hum appreciatively.

"cute."

then you realise the rest of the the room is empty except for the both of you. for once you're actually glad jisung hosted this party because his huge mansion has plenty of rooms to occupy. the door though, is left wide open. so much for privacy.

"do you still hate me?"

he asks out of the blue, catching you completely off guard. you lean back and stare up at him, tilting your head as if he's just asked something ridiculous. he chuckles again, seeming whipped at how cute you were being in response to his question.

"i've never hated you."

"really? then why do you get mad when i flirt with you?"

"because!!!!"

fuck, this is not a post sex kind of conversation.

"because you flirt with literally everyone, bin. i wanted to hide the fact that i do like you so i pretended i didn't."

you expected him to say sorry for playing with your feelings, or at least apologise for giving you mixed signals but all he does is smile sheepishly.

"what? why are you smiling?"

"you called me bin. only my close friends and loved ones call me that."

"and?"

"we're dating as of now."

#changbin smut #from nara #big brain nara #stray kids smut #love parcels #THE WAY THIS IS WRITTEN AHAGAJAJ OMG NARA ILY AND YOUR BRAIN <333 #sparklemin #submission

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wann-der-lusst · 3 years

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Survived in the darkness of the tunnel

by Chabelita Alvarado

I woke up in the morning with the alarm clock. I quickly made a way in the hall to the bathroom. I did my usual routine in the morning and got ready to go to school.

I walked downstairs to eat a quick breakfast with mom and dad. Smiling to myself and munching on the last piece of bacon. I made a way down the sidewalk, the cold air stinging my cheeks, and towards the subway.

I was halfway through my walk to the subway station when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I pulled out my phone, I saw a chat on messenger that came from my annoying best friend.

My best friend, Jane, just told me through chat that Wade Rivas was single. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. That's what she had to tell me?! As if I care.

Well, if there was one thing Jane would wake up this early for, it would be Wade Rivas. Tunasan High School's very own stereotypical badass who just happened to have every female in the school drooling at his feet, and unfortunately that included my best friend. I pity for Jane, poor thing.

I just chatted that "let's see each other at school and spill me the tea".

I slipped my phone back into my pocket smiling at my idiotic excuse for a best friend and looked up to see that I was at the subway station.

Sighing I found myself a seat towards the back as far away from everyone else as possible. I hated when I went out in public and the public was actually there.

It was only after I had sat down and was about to pull out my pair of headphones ready to expertly ignore everyone, that I realized who was sitting right across from me looking like someone had definitely had a bad day.

Sitting there, arms crossed, and dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, was none other than Wade Rivas.

I didn't realize I was staring at him that long until a pair of green eyes met mine, followed by the harshest glare I've received.

Embarrassed, I quickly averted my eyes and turned back to my phone and headphones. My embarrassment turned into curiosity though. Why was he riding the subway? The last time I checked he had a car.

I put my headphones in and played a song of All About You by Taeyeon. I tried to feed my wandering thoughts, and prepare for the thirty-minute ride.

I once glanced over at Wade. He was still staring at me. Although this time that confused expression was no longer on his face. Instead, it was replaced by an amused one.

I didn't buy to talk to him. We've been going to the same school for just about four years, and in all that Wade and I had never crossed paths.

To kill and waste some time, I approached him. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Weren't you just staring at me?" he said. Hmm. His voice, it made sense that many girls admire him.

"I'm not staring, I'm… just… not blinking." I protested.

He shook his head and fixed those eyes on me again.

"Then why were you 'not blinking' at me?

"Why do you care? You used to be girls staring at you." I said. Okay, I admitted that I am quite attractive to him.

"Of course I'm used to girls staring at me. I'm asking why you're staring at me. You don't even throw me a glance at school." Wade said.

That caught me off guard. I was an average girl in the school. So, he knew who I was? I had to remind myself that I didn't care whether he noticed me or not.

"I was just curious." I said bringing myself from my thoughts.

"About?" he prompted.

"Why are you here? Riding the subway I mean. Don't you have a car?"

"That's none of your business." He snapped as he turned to look in the other direction. Woah, a sudden change of his mood. I can't bear him, god.

Aha! He wasn't in a good mood because of his ex. Now I know. I decided to take pity on him. "I'm sorry, I just heard about your, uhm, break up?" I said with sympathy.

"What are you doing Chayo? Why are you trying to be nice?" he said.

Now that really shocked me. I wasn't pretending! It wasn't like I was a mean person. I was nice all the time. Or at least I thought I was. Second thing, I'm shocked he knew my name. We were not uttering a single word to each other through high school and this our first time to casually talk.

"What do you mean, why am I trying to be nice?" I asked, a little offended.

"I mean we haven't said so much as one word to each other throughout high school. Why are you talking to me now? Let alone trying to be nice to me? If I'm not wrong, I was under the impression that you couldn't stand me. If it's just cause you feel for me, don't." he said while completely facing me.

My mouth actually dropped open. What kind of reputation was going around about me?

"It's not that I can't stand you. It's just that I wasn't about to drool at your feet just so I could get a chance to talk to you". I said.

Wade was silent for a moment as he seemed to think this over.

"I don't know why I'm even telling you this, but as crazy as it sounds Amber was the first girl I was really serious about. I mean there was a girl before that but that had about a snowball's chance in hell of happening."

"What? There was a girl that The Wade Rivas didn't have a chance with? I need to meet her and shake her hand." I said, teasing him about that.

First time, we talked like a friend. We'd finally talked and on a subway of all places, kinda strange. However, we were comfortable with each other.

Our conversation interrupted when the subway train suddenly came to stop. The awkward and embarrassing filling caused my body sway to the left and body bumped into Wade's and seeing as my hands were currently shoved into my pockets, I couldn't brace myself for it. So, instead Wade ended up with his hands placed on my arms to keep me from toppling over face first into his lap.

My face heated up. It looked like a tomato.

My moment of embarrassment was changed in fear. Our light mood ended abruptly when the subway doors suddenly slid open and instead of passengers boarding, five masked and hooded figures made their way inside.

They were all wearing dark jeans and hoodies that concealed their faces. Each one carried a black duffle bag. Flirt out of the five figures silently made their way into the other cars leaving just one behind. The lone figure stood in the middle of the subway car and dropped the duffle bag with a loud thud, gaining the attention of all the other passengers.

Silently, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black handgun.

Screams erupted all around me as everyone laid their eyes on the weapon. I sighed in fear, I couldn't believe that this was happening.

I felt the train begin to move again and I let my eyes wander to the left, trying to see through the window into the next car.

I observed all the passengers, they were all afraid. Screams were still ringing out around me and I had to suppress the urge to yell for everybody to shut up.

A gunshot rang throughout the small space causing me to almost jump out of my seat. My ears were ringing and when I looked up to the figure holding the gun in the air with their index finger wrapped around the trigger.

Everyone was silent now.

"Now that I have your attention I'd like to properly introduce myself." The figure pulled off the hood that had been covering their head and face, revealing a creepy flesh colored mask with holes cut out for the eyes and mouth and a shaggy mess of short greasy black hair on top of his head. When he spoke his voice was muffled by the mask but nonetheless I could still hear that it was deep and rough, like a smoker's voice.

"You can call me Rad." He continued.

I frowned at that. What kind of a criminal introduces themselves to their victims? I mean I doubted that if I made it out of this alive and went to the police that they'd have someone named Rad in the system, but still.

"Now first thing first, we need to get a few things straight. Any of you scream again, you die. Simple as that, understand?" He warned.

When no one answered, he shot the gun into the air again causing everyone to jump but no one screamed.

"I guess you all understand. This ride will go by a lot more smoothly if you all just cooperate." He added.

No one dared move suspicious. Wade and I kept our mouth to not say anything for our safety. Rad walked back and forth in the small confined space of the train car, switching the gun from his right hand, to his left, and then back again.

I wondered what he was doing exactly. If he was here to blow people's heads off then why wasn't he? I hated the fact that we were waiting here not knowing what would happen next. As if he could sense my impatience with him, Rad spun around and glared at me through his mask. Or at least I thought he was glaring at me, but I couldn't really tell with the mask on.

"You." Rad said pointing the gun at me.

I froze and clenched my hands into tight fists as I stared wide eyed, not at Rad, but at the barrel of the gun.

"What's your name?" Rad asked.

"Chayo." I said quietly.

"Chayo...Why don't you go ahead and stand up Chayo." Rad said kindly. I hated it when he say my name. I gave an involuntary shudder.

I was about to force myself to stand, even if it was against my better judgement, when I felt Wade grip my left hand, keeping me in my seat.

I glanced at Wade and gave him a questioning look.

"Why do you want her to stand?" Wade asked while narrowing his eyes.

I wanted to slap my hand over Wade's big mouth.

"I thought we already went through this. You don't speak… Unless. You're. Spoken. To." Rad ground out the last words slowly, and I doubted he would remind Wade.

"Wade please…" I begged quietly. I stood up even though I highly doubted it. "Obviously your girlfriend has more sense than you." Rad said while tilting his head to the side.

I almost opened my mouth to tell him that Wade was not my boyfriend, but I kept it shut. I wanted to live.

I slowly walked up to Rad and stood there, waiting.

Then I waited for more than two minutes. He said nothing, did nothing, just stood there staring at me. I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore. He was making me anxious and when I became anxious I also got a really bad case of word vomit.

"Are we just going to stand here and stare at each other?"

After I regretted what I just said, my eyes instantly darted down to Rad's clenched fits and before I could look back at his masked face, I felt his hand connect with my jaw, hard.

The force of his punch made me bite down on my tongue as I stumbled back from the impact, my hand covering my jaw. The train car seemed like it was suddenly bathed in bright white lights, and I reached my free hand out to try and find something to steady myself. I could taste something metallic and salty which I knew had to be my own hold.

Wade approached me and gave an angered face to Rad.

"Well, aren't you two sweet? Trying to protect each other like that." Rad gave a dark chuckle before he jerked his head to the door leading into the next car.

"Move it, both of you, Now!" He ordered.

Still clutching the left side of my face I stumbled my way toward the door with Wade right behind me, one hand on my lower back and other on my arm, whether it was to keep me from falling flat on my face or just there to comfort me, I didn't know. All I was focused on was the pain which seemed to be everywhere in my face.

As Rad pushed us forward I wondered exactly what we'd gotten ourselves into. We'd continue to walk through the next two train cars.

Wade and I got shocked from what we witnessed in the next train car. The image of the knife swiping across the old man's neck and the gushing blood, was imprinted in my brain.

"Grandpa!" the little girl wailed and a chorus of horrified screams followed. She hopped out of her seat and ran to her grandpa before she sank to her knees next to him, his blood seeping into her white tights.

I stared, unable to move or breathe. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth hard and bit down, trying to keep myself from throwing up.

I heard Rad chuckle darkly behind me before he began shoving at our backs again. When we had reached the front of the train where it was operated. Rad opened the door and I had to bite back a scream.

There on the floor was the conductor with a bullet bole i. the center of his head. I couldn't take much more of this.

Rad lifted the man up like he was nothing more than a rag doll and threw him out of the compartment where he landed with a loud thud, pointing the gun back at me and Wade.

"Get in." Rad ordered.

I walked inside slowly and my nose instantly wrinkled at the smell of blood. I looked ahead, out the front window of the train, as we sped past flickering light bulbs in the tunnel. I wondered where we were headed now.

Wade walked in behind me and I saw his face scrunch up as the smell of blood invaded his nose too.

"I'll be back to deal with you two later."

That was all Rad said before he closed us in and made his way back towards the back of the train.

As soon as the door closed, I pressed my back against the wall before I slid to the ground and pulled my knees to my chest.

This couldn't be happening.

Wade knelt down in front of me with his arms on his knees, and he stared at me intently.

"He just killed him." I whispered, shaking my head. "He didn't even flinch. He just slit his throat. Right in front of his granddaughter!" My voice rose and I think I was starting to hyperventilate. I was taking in quick shallow breaths and I started rocking back and front.

"Oh God, we're going to die. We're going to die." I was seriously starting to panic now. What would my parents do once they found out that I had been chopped up into a thousand little bite sized Chayo pieces? Then there was Jane. She'd probably take it worse.

Wade snapped his fingers in front of my face and broke me from my horrid thoughts.

He placed both of his hands on my knees and spoke very slowly, "We're not going to die. Okay?"

I looked back up at Wade and nodded slowly.

"Promise me then. Promise me that we won't die down here. Not like this." I said as I felt unexpected tears fill my eyes.

I didn't want to die. Not here. Not like this.

I watched him with a frown as he reached out and wiped a strat tear from my cheek before letting his warm hand rest there.

I didn't push his hand away like I told myself to. Instead, I welcome it, enjoying the brief comfort his touch brought me. I could use it right now.

"I promise." he said quietly.

I could only hope that he kept his promise.

I'm not sure how long I sat there. My imagination was running wild the longer we sat there. I imagined it might happen but my horrible thoughts scattered when the subway lurched and rumbled against the tracks.

"We're slowing down." Wade said.

The sound of the door sliding open behind us made me tear my gaze from the window and Rad who was standing in the doorway, his flesh colored mask and gaping black eye holes staring at me. A shiver ran down my spine.

Rad ordered us to follow him.

As we made our way through the subway cars I noticed that they were now all empty. I wanted to ask where everybody was but I was afraid of the answer I might get. So, I kept my mouth shut this time and kept moving.

We were on the last train car, Rad pushed us toward the exit doors which were already open.

We stepped out onto the old platform and my earlier question was instantly answered. All the people who had occupied the subway cars were now on the platform, all on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs with zip ties, set up in a line.

The one wearing a Jason Vorhees hockey mask stepped forward and tied our hands in our back. Jason Mask pushes us forward at the end of the line of subway passengers, where we got down on our knees and joined them.

"Now that you're all here, the real fun can!" Rad began with a clap.

A whimper and a sniffle came from my right and I glanced down the line of people and my eyes landed down on the same little girl from before. The little girl whose grandpa had been murdered right in front of her.

She was crying. I made myself a promise that I'll protect her.

I watched in silence as Rad and his band of masked began untying people and ushering them down onto the tracks of the

subway.

"Now this is how this is going to go," Rad began as he paced back and forth in front of the abandoned tracks. "The tracks from here on out are abandoned and farther down they break off into a bunch of unused subway tunnels. That's where you all are headed." He added.

"We're going to be playing a little game of hide and seek if you'd like to think of it that way. There's only one exit in one of these tunnels that leads up and out of the subway station but finding it will be like finding a needle in a haystack. If by some miracle though, you do happen to find this exit then you're home free... but if you don't," I could practically hear the smile in his voice. "And we get to you first then... well I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise now would I?"

Wade and I joined the group of passengers after the mask man untied the knots.

"You get two minutes, Two minutes and then the chase begins and you better hope like hell that we don't catch you" Rad warned everybody

"Why are you doing this?' A male voice demanded and that was Wade.

"I'm doing this to prove a point." Rad stated simply.

"What point?" Skater boy demanded.

"That I'm free to do whatever I please. You all live in this world thinking that you're safe, that you're protected. Well, you're not. Do you see anybody down here that'll give you as second glance if it means risking themselves?" Rad shook his head when the skater boy didn't respond.

"So, whoever is gonna survive through this game. Deliver the message to your pathetic police When they find all your dead bodies they'll see what a complete failure this entire system is." Rad added.

Rad glanced down at a watch that sat perched on his wrist.

"You have one minute and fifty-nine seconds" Rad said

As a cue, all the passengers started to run. I tried to scan the crowd for the little girl but people bumped into me and elbowed their way past trying to sprint ahead.

We kept running.

My legs were arching, my lungs were burning, and my head was spinning, all while I was running for my life.

As we continued running, my heart hammered furiously in my chest, and it felt like I was going to puke acid really soon.

I started slowing down and eventually I just stopped. I bent over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.

Wade approached me and tried to motivate me to keep going. However, we heard an ear splitting scream echo down the tunnel. I turned to our back. I'm sure the group of masked men started to sue us.

Wade gently helped to keep half-running. I ignored the pain. We've reached the end of the track, we came to the tunnels that Rad had mentioned earlier. It was seven that all led off into different directions.

Wade and I agreed to pick the seventh tunnel. When we were inside, there were no lightbulbs, we couldn't see anything other than a pitch black.

We walked faster and carefully felt our tracks. My hands touched the wall of the tunnel and continued to walk.

Leading the track, Wade checked his phone but no signal to call police. However, we could use that as a flashlight.

Unluckily, the ground seemed to change, and I found myself free falling into the darkness. Wade yelled my name. My body smacked against the concrete. I cried out as bolts of searing hot pain jolted through every inch of my body. Tears filled my eyes instantly and spilled over as the pain took over. There was a horrible throbbing pain in the back of my head and an awful burning and ripping sensation in my side.

I heard the faint shuffling of footsteps and suddenly a bright light was shining in my water filled eyes.

"Shit!" I heard Wade's horrified whisper.

I couldn't even speak cause everything was hurt. Wade knelt down next to me. He sat his phone next to him letting the light create a small pool of illumination around us.

Wade said that he was going to help me. He began to lift the hem of my shirt. He slowly moved his hand upward until it rested just below my rib cage. And I felt an extreme amount of pressure on my ribs. There was an audible pop but I could barely hear it over the ear piercing scream that

was coming from my mouth. That was a great help, it had lessened considerably the pain before. A sheen of sweat covered my forehead as I breathed in and out rapidly.

Wade called my name with a worried and concerned face.

"I'm… still.. okay" I said through pants of breath. I blacked out.

I woke up cuddling with Wade. I'm literally surprised because I thought it was one of the psycho mask man. I could still feel the pain in my side. Wade told me that I was fell in manhole. One of my rib was dislocated.

"I'm grateful that you stuck around and helped me. It means a lot that you'd do that for me… and… and I'm sorry."

I jerked back a little when Wade whipped his head back so he could look at me, his eyes shining in the dim light of his cellphone.

I swallowed nervously and stared back at him, waiting for some kind of response. I froze when he reached up and pushed a damp piece of my hair behind my ear. My heart just about exploded when he let his hand linger on my face.

Didn't he know that there were people after us? Shouldn't we be running for our lives now?

I was ready to raise to slap his face when he got close enough to kiss me, but an ear splitting scream rang through the tunnel.

That scream scared me half to death in a panic, I jumped and slammed my head against Wade's.

I groaned in pain while rubbing my forehead and said to Wade that he had a hard head. Wade said that my head was exactly soft, teasing me.

"Did you hear that scream? Somebody could be in trouble." I said.

Wade just coughed and sounded like he was struggling to contain his laughter.

"Have you lost your mind? Those masked freaks could get to whoever that was and they could be headed this way right now." Wade explained.

I ignored his statement and tried to get up from sitting into his lap but he pushed me back to his.

"Please, Wade, I want to know who it was. Because it could be that little girl. She can't make it down here by herself. Hell, we can barely make it, so just imagine how she's doing. I have to find her Wade, so please don't try to stop me" I said.

Wade stared at me for seconds and stood up and then gently helped me to my feet. He grabbed my hand, shooking his head before he said "Let's go then, Wonder Woman."

Along our way, Wade and I talked nonsense. I've just realized that it was a mistake to find this little girl or who it was that did the screaming.

We've reached the end of the tunnel, but there was a large cavernous room. It was made of the same gray stone as the rest of the tunnels down here and jagged pieces of rock and pipe jutted up from the floor and hung from the ceiling. There were a few pale yellow flickering lanterns that cast an eerie glow across the large room, which meant someone had been here recently. Looking around, the room was empty.

"There's nobody here Chayo, we should head back and try and find our way out of here while we still can." Wade's voice rang out in an echo arout the vast room.

When I was to turn back to face Wade, the same shrill scream from earlier ran out behind me.

A black boots began to step forward, revealing black jeans and then a black hoodie before finally revealing a sheep masked figure.

"You two are just too easy." Sheep Mask drawled out, his voice slightly muffled by the mask.

I couldn't believe that we were fooled by this man. The scream that we heard was just recorded. The sheep mask currently holds the device where the scream came from and he pressed the button again to play the scream sound.

The Sheep Mask reached into the waistband of his dark jeans and pulled out a black handgun. The Sheep Mask pointed the gun to Wade but to my suprise, Wade was on top of him. Both of them struggled to gain control of the gun.

When the Sheep Mask started angling the gun towards Wade's chest, I rushed forward and brought my foot down as hard as I could on Sheep Mask's face.

Wade didn't wait for any second as the gun was on his hand. The Sheep Mask tried to scare them that we were going to die soon when Rad reached them. I faintly heard a loud crack and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wade ram the butt of the gun into the side of Sheep Mask's face, then he shot the gun toward the head of the masked man.

Wade came to me and brought my head to his chest.

"We're not going to die here, Chayo. Do you understand? We're getting out of here," he promised. I hold on that promise.

I can't believe that we just killed the Sheep Mask man. I'm so mad to myself that we had to do that.

We've continued to search the exit. Wade leads the way, but his navigating skills sucks. When I led our way, it turns out that any navigating skills sucked a lot more than Wade's did. I ended up leading us right back to the spot where we started.

Apparently, Wade and I saw the same flurry of pink darts across the tunnel and into another one. I'm sure that was the little girl with the pink shirt that we tried to look for before.

We were not really sure but we decided to follow the girl from where the tunnel she ran through.

In turn of the event, someone grabbed me from the right. I saw Wade also dragged by another mask man. The piggy mask figure man that was covering my mouth by his hand, led me from somewhere. I was parted away from Wade. The last scene of him was fighting with the other mask man.

The Piggy Mask lifted his left foot and kicked open an old door that read "Employees Only".

The room looked like a place where electricians or repairmen would frequent with all the machinery inside.

The Piggy Mark man removed his mask as soon as he closed the door. It was Rad, the leader of the psycho mask group.

He grabbed my hair to go to another destination. There was a series of many lefts and rights before we finally came to his destination.

We went to another room. It was large and full of pipes in the ceiling. In the center of the room stood four, large, curved, gray pipes that jutted out from the floor and were pointed to the right wall.

There were three people handcuffed for those pipes. The strange man was handcuffed to the first one. The second one was the skater boy. The third one was the little girl that we've been looking for.

And for the fourth pipe, Rad cuffed me from the last pipe.

"W-why are you doing this?" I asked between my sobs.

"I already told you. The system already failed me once and now they're going to fail you. This is all to prove a point." Rad simply said. With that, he disappeared back down from the tunnel.

As soon as Rad was out of sight I slumped against the pipe before sliding to the ground. Anything I did was a failure to escape. I just dropped my head and think that this was how I'm going to die.

The first man in the pipe turned into red, burned, bloody and raw. The skin skin looked like it had been seared completely off and I could see the white of their bones poking out.

The skater boy started to scream, asking for help. The little girl started to cry and I had no idea what to do to comfort her.

I've heard a voice. "Chayo?!" Wade yelled out from somewhere. My head whipped up at the sound of his voice and directly look at his eyes.

He ran forward and bent down to hug her.

"How did you-,"

"You don't know how I fight that masked man but I'm relieved that I found you." Wade said.

"But I'm going to die here. The pipes. They shoot out hot steam and the man just got a face full of it." I explained.

Wade looked at the first pipe, his eyes widened and urged to fight to not throw up something.

Wade immediately pulled a trigger of his gum that pointed to her handcuffs but nothing happened.

Wade found two bobby pins into the hair of the little girl. He borrowed it from the girl and promised to help her.

I suggested to Wade to help first the skater boy and the little girl before me. Wade argued about it but he still did it. When Wade successfully unlocked the handcuffs to the skater boy, the skater boy moved forward to also help unlock the handcuffs on the little girl. Wade finished to get rid of the handcuffs to me before the steam of the pipes burned her.

We were successfully all safe, as of now.

The four of us continued to find the exit of this tunnel. Upon walking, we've talked in some conversations but stay alert. The skater boy named Dylan and the little girl named Rose.

Our conversation was long. Until Rose pointed ahead of her. She was pointing at the end of the tunnel and my blood ran cold.

Standing at the end of the tunnel, completely silent and staring at us, was the man in the Jason Mask.

Jason Mask aggressively started running towards us. As an instinct, Wade held my hands and we started to run to the tunnel on our right. Dylan and Rose followed us. There were a bunch of lefts and rights before we reached the two tunnels.

We agreed to part away in two groups. Dylan and Rose went to the left tunnel and Me and Wade ran through the right tunnel.

Me and Wade never stopped to run even though I've being clumsy for how many times I fall on my feet.

Wade stopped, he pushed me against the wall of the tunnel that didn't reach the dim light of the tunnel. I wondered what's going on in his mind but it made sense when I heard booming footsteps and a few seconds later I watched with wide eyes as Jason Mask went thundering past us and continued down the tunnel.

When I'm sure he was gone, I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

For a minute, we stayed there and had some rest. But I saw Rose had just come into view and even from here I could see red stained in her pink shirt.

Wade and I hurriedly approached Rose. I asked if she was hurt. But she said with tears that the blood stain came from Dylan.

Rose led the way where Dylan was. There was no way Rose should have been able to know the way back. She made way too many turns for her to have memorized it only going through it once. I stopped walking, Wade and I shared a look and thought the same thing.

With that, Rad suddenly came into view and Rose ran to him.

"Did I do good Daddy?" Rose asked.

"You did great sweetheart. Daddy is so proud of you." Rad said. Rose smiled proudly.

Rad pointed a gun on me. He ordered me to walk. We were now on one of the train car. Rad demanded Wade to hold out his hands. Rad handcuffed Wade's hands in one of the metal standing poles. Rad got the gun from Wade's pocket.

And by that, Rad left us after he locked the door of the train car.

I went to Rad's place.

"I'm sorry, I broke my promise to you," Wade said.

"You don't have to say sorry, maybe this is our fate." I said in my tears.

Wade asked to come closer with him. I went closer enough but he demanded to stand between his arms and the pole. I just didn't argue with that with the small place he was asking me to stand.

I stepped forward before ducking under one of his arms and I was now officially enclosed to him. I looked at him when he called my name with an intense expression.

"It was you. Even before Amber. I know this is not the right timing because we're almost likely dead anyway but I needed you to know."

I didn't know what response I should do, but I passionately kissed him. He kissed me back.

We stopped kissing when all of the sudden the doors that connected opened, I can see on the front train that the subway train was on fire. And the flames were quickly making their way towards us.

I could already smell the smoke. I ran back to the exit door and began pushing, pulling, and even banging on the door. Nothing worked.

Wade suggested kicking on the exit window. We kicked the window twice and it cracked. For the fifth time we kicked the window, it finally broke.

Wade told me that there was a left pin in his pocket. I get it used to get rid of the handcuff to his hands. It took more time and the smoke was already burning our lungs. Finally, the handcuff was unlocked. Wade took off his hoodie jacket and placed it around his left hand. He broke some left pieces of glass in the window.

He was the first one to climb out in the window before me. Wade helped me up. When I was on my feet I looked up at the burning subway train and watched as the flames of the fire completely engulfed it.

We saw Rad and his little girl at the top of the platform looking on the subway train to burn into ashes. Rad didn't see from where we were, I'm sure he thought that we were dead on that train.

So I made a plan to eliminate that freaking psycho.

I appeared from where Rad was standing.

"You bastard! You killed him!' I screamed as I slammed my body into Rad's and forced me to cry.

Rad was shocked that I was still alive. But he grabbed me roughly by my wrists and squeezed them tightly.

Okay, this was not part of my plan, I hope he didn't think to kill me now.

Turning back to my acting, I yelled to him like he really killed Wade. He just darkly chuckled about it.

As part of the plan, Rad never got to finish what he was about to say because a shard of glass was pushed straight into the center of his back.

Rad let me go. Rad was about again to speak but Wade stabbed again into his chest.

Rad had died. I hugged Wade as finally we are safe now. Wade took the kicking Rose and threw her into his shoulder. Wade and I slowly move forward to find the exit.

With the help of the light in Wade's cellphone, it was enough to see our way. As I was the one who's holding the cellphone, I saw in the darkness a set of stairs and swallowed hard before turning back to face Wade and nodded slowly.

We saw a light on the wood that was blocking our way. We kicked the light wood on how many times before we succeeded to pull off the wood.

Through the small hole, I could see the city lights that brought me into tears. The stars in the sky let me know that it was night.

We've carefully made a way through the hole. When I stood up and took a deep breath, it felt like it had been forever since I had breathed in fresh air.

There were a lot of old and abandoned buildings around that were boarded up just like the subway entrance had been.

We had planned to surrender and tell the police about Rose's case. She could still be changed with the help of DSWD.

Wade called an emergency call to 911. Wade and I shared a smile. I slowly kissed him.

We sat on the abandoned street and waited for the police to come and rescue us.

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The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 17

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Harry manages not to shout out, but it is a close thing. The little creature on the bed had large, bat-like ears, and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls and for some reason, Harry associates the green of the creature's eyes with (Y/n)'s green eyes.

As they stare at each other, Harry hears Dudley's voice from the hall.

"May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

The creature slips off the bed and bows so low that the end of its long, thin nose touches the carpet. Harry notices that is wearing what looks like an old pillowcase, with rips for arm - and leg - holes.

"Er - hello," says Harry nervously.

"Harry Potter!" says the creature in a high-pitched voice Harry is sure would carry down the stairs. "So long Dobby wanted to meet you, sir . . . Such an honor it is . . ."

"Th - thank you," says Harry, edging along the wall and sinking into his desk chair, next to Hedwig, who is asleep in her large cage. He wants to ask, "What are you?" but thinks it sounded too rude, so instead, he says, "Who are you?"

"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf," says the creature.

"Oh — really?" says Harry. "Er — I don't want to be rude or anything, but — this isn't a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom."

Aunt Petunia's high, false laughs sounds from the living room. The elf hangs his head.

"Not that I'm not pleased to meet you," says Harry quickly, "but, er, is there any particular reason you're here?"

"Oh, yes, sir," says Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, sir . . . it is difficult, sir . . . Dobby wonders where to begin . . ."

"Sit down," says Harry politely, pointing at the bed.

To his horror, the elf bursts into tears - very noisy tears.

"S - sit down! he wails. "Never . . . never ever . . . "

Harry thinks he hears the voices downstairs falter.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything -"

"Offend Dobby!" chokes the elf. "Dobby had never been asked to sit down by a wizard - like an equal -"

Harry, trying to say Shh! and look comforting at the same time, ushers Dobby back to the bed where he sits hiccoughing, looking like a large and very ugly doll. At last, he manages to control himself, and sits with his great eyes fixed on Harry in an expression of watery adoration.

"You can't have met many decent wizards," said Harry, trying to cheer him up.

Dobby shakes his head. Then, without warning, he leaps up and starts banging his head furiously on teh window, shouting, Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"Don't - what are you doing?" Harry hisses, springing up and pulling Dobby back onto the bed - Hedwig had woken up with a particularly loud screech and is beating her wings wildly against the bars of her cage.

"Dobby has to punish himself, sir," says the elf, who had gone slightly cross-eyed. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir . . ."

"Your family?"

"The wizard family Dobby serves, sir . . . Dobby is a house-elf - bound to serve one house and family forever . . ."

"Do they know you're here?" asks Harry curiously.

Dobby shudders.

"Oh, no, sir, no . . . Dobby will have go punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir -"

"But won't they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?"

"Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby will have to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments . . ."

"But why don't you leave? Escape?"

"A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free . . . Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir. . . ."

Harry stares. "And I thought I had it bad staying here for another four weeks," he says. "This makes the Dursleys sound almost human. Can't anyone help you? Can't I?"

Almost at once, Harry wishes he hadn't spoken. Dobby dissolves again into wails of gratitude.

"Please," Harry whispers frantically, "please be quiet. If the Dursleys hear anything, if they know you're here -"

"Harry Potter asks if he can help Dobby . . . Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew . . ."

Harry, who is feeling distinctly hot in the face says, "Whatever you've heard about my greatness is a load of rubbish. I'm not even top of my year at Hogwarts: that's Hermione, she -"

But Harry stops quickly, because thinking about Hermione is painful.

"Harry potter is humble and modest," says Dobby reverently, his orb-like eyes aglow. "Harry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named -"

"Voldemort?" asks Harry.

Dobby claps his hands over his bat ears and moans, "Ah, speak not the name, sir! Speak not the name, sir! Speak not the name!"

"Sorry," Harry apologizes quickly. "I know a lot of people don't like it. My friend Ron -" Harry stops again. Thinking about Ron is painful, too.

Dobby leans towards Harry, his eyes wide as headlights. "Dobby heard tell, he says hoarsely, "That Harry Potter and (Y/n) (L/n) met the Dark Lord for a second time, just weeks ago . . . that Harry Potter and (Y/n) (L/n) escaped yet again."

Harry nods and Dobby's eyes suddenly shine with tears.

"Ah, sir," he gasps, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby pillowcase he is wearing. "Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already. But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he doesn't have to shut his ears in the oven door later . . . Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."

There is a silence, broken only by the chink of knives and forks from downstairs and the distant rumble of Uncle Vernon's voice.

"W-what?" Harry stammers. "But I've got to go back - term starts on September first. It's all that's been keeping me going. You don't know what it's like here. I don't belong here. I belong in your world - at Hogwarts.

"No, no, no," squeaks Dobby, shaking his head so hard his ears flap. "Harry Potter must stay where his is safe. He is too great, too good, to lose. If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger."

"Why?" Harry asks in surprise.

"There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispers Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"

"What terrible things?" says Harry at once. "Who's plotting them?"

Dobby makes a funny choking noise and then bangs his head frantically against the wall.

"All right!" cries Harry, grabbing the elf's arm to stop him. "You can't tell me. I understand. But why are you warning me?" A sudden, unpleasant thought strikes him. "Hang on - this hasn't got anything to do with Vol - sorry - with You-Know-How, has it? You could just shake or nod," he adds hastily as Dobby's head tilts worryingly close to the wall again.

Slowly, Dobby shakes his head.

"Not — not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir —" But Dobby's eyes are wide and he seems to be trying to give Harry a hint. Harry, however, is completely lost.

"He hasn't gotten a brother, has he?" Harry asks.

Dobby shakes his head, his eyes wider than ever.

"Well then, I can't think who else would have a chance of making horrible things happen at Hogwarts," says Harry. "I mean, there's Dumbledore, for one thing - you know who Dumbledore is, don't you?"

Dobby bows his head.

"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Dobby knows it, sir. Dobby has heard Dumbledore's powers rival those of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his strength. But, sir" — Dobby's voice drops to an urgent whisper — "there are powers Dumbledore doesn't . . . powers no decent wizard . . ."

And before Harry can stop him, Dobby bounds off the bed, seizes Harry's desk lamp, and starts beating himself around the head with earsplitting yelps.

A sudden silence falls downstairs. Two seconds later, Harry, heart thudding madly, hears Uncle Vernon coming into the hall, calling, "Dudley must have left his television on again, the little tyke!"

"Quick! In the closet!" hisses Harry, stuffing Dobby in, shutting the door, and flinging himself on the bed just as the door handle turns.

"What - the - devil - are - you - doing?" says Uncle Vernon through gritted teeth, his face horribly close to Harry's. "You've just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke . . . One more sound and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy." Uncle Vernon stomps flat-footed from the room.

Shaking, Harry lets Dobby out of the closet.

"See what it's like here?" he says. "See why I've got to go back to Hogwarts? It's the only place I've got - well, I think I've got friends."

"Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter," says Dobby slyly.

"I expect they've just been - wait a minute," says Harry, frowning. "How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?"

Dobby shuffles his feet. "Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby did it for the best -"

"Have you been stopping my letters?"

"Dobby has them here, sir," says the elf. Stepping nimbly out of Harry's reach, he pulls a thick wad of envelopes from the inside of the pillowcase he is wearing. Harry can makes out Hermione's neat writing, (Y/n)'s neat scrawl, Ron's untidy scrawl, and even a scribble that looks as though it is from the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid.

Dobby blinks anxiously up at Harry.

"Harry Potter mustn't be angry . . . Dobby hoped . . . if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him . . . Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir . . ."

Harry isn't listening. He makes a grab for the letter, but Dobby jumps out of reach.

"Harry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby is word that he will not return to Hogwarts. Ah, sir, this is danger you must not face! Say you won't go back, sir!"

"No," says Harry angrily. "Give me my friends' letters!"

"Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby no choice," says the elf sadly.

Before Harry can move, Dobby had darted to the bedroom door, pulls it open, and sprints down the stairs.

Mouth dry, stomach lurching, Harry springs after him, trying not to make a sound. He jumps the last six steps, landing catlike on the hall carpet - feeling like (Y/n) for a moment - looking around for Dobby. From the dining room, he hears Uncle Vernon saying, " . . . tell Petunia that very funny story about those American plumbers, Mr. Mason. She's been dying to hear . . ."

Harry runs up the hall into the kitchen and feels his stomach disappear.

Aunt Petunia's masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, is floating up near the ceiling. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouches Dobby.

"No," croaked Harry. "Please . . . they'll kill me. . . ."

"Harry Potter must say he's not going back to school —"

"Dobby . . . please . . ."

"Say it, sir —"

"I can't —"

Dobby gives him a tragic look.

"Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter's own good."

The pudding falls to the floor with a heart-stopping crash. Cream splatters the windows and walls as the dish shatters. With a crack like a whip, Dobby vanishes.

There are screams from the dining room and Uncle Vernon bursts into the kitchen to find Harry, rigid with shock, covered from head to foot in Aunt Petunia's pudding.

At first, it looks as though Uncle Vernon would manage to gloss the whole thing over. ("Just our nephew - very disturbed - meeting strangers upsets him, so we kept him upstairs . . . ) He shoos the shocked Masons back into the dining room, promised Harry that he would flay him within an inch of his life when teh Mason's had left, and hands him a mop. Aunt Petunia digs some ice cream out of the freezer and Harry, still shaking, starts scrubbing the kitchen clean.

Uncle Vernon might still have been able to make his deal - if it hadn't been for the owl.

Aunt Petunia is just passing around a box of after-dinner mints when a hug barn owl swoops though the dining room window, drops a letter on Mrs. Mason's head, and swoops out again. Mrs. Mason screams like a banshee and runs from teh house shouting about lunatics. Mr. Mason stays just enough to tell the Dursleys that his wife is mortally afraid of birds of all shapes and sizes, and to ask whether this is their idea of a joke.

Harry stands in the kitchen, clutching the mop for support, as Uncle Vernon advances on him, a demonic glint in his tiny eyes.

"Read it!" he hisses evilly, brandishing the letter the owl nad delivered. "Go on - read it!"

Harry takes it. It does not contain birthday greetings.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place or residence this evening at twelve minutes past nine.

As you know, underage wizards are not permitted to preform spells outside school and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C).

We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offence under Section 13 of the Internation Confedeation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy.

Enjoy your holidays!

Yours sincerely, Mafalda Hopkirk Improper use of Magic Office Ministry of Magic

Harry looks up from the letter and gulps.

"You didn't tell us you weren't allowed to use magic outside school," says Uncle Vernon, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes. "Forgot to mention it . . . Slipped your mind, I daresay . . . " He is bearing down on Harry like a great bulldog, all his teeth bared. "Well, I've got news for you, boy . . . I'm locking you up . . . You're never going back to that school . . . never . . . and if you try and magic yourself out - they'll expel you!"

And, laughing like a maniac, Uncle Vernon drags Harry back upstairs.

. . .

(Y/n) runs up to the front door, and bursts inside the house, tackling Hermione in a tight hug.

Hermione throws down her book, and bursts into tears, hugging (Y/n) tightly.

(Y/n)'s emerald eyes soften, and she hugs Hermione tighter, the brunette's tears eventually stopping after a minute or so.

"You're home?" Hermione asks, her eyes still watery.

"I told you I'd be back soon," (Y/n) murmurs softly, smiling at her adopted parents sitting on the couch across from them, and Jean and Tom smile back.

Then she glances over to the door to see her father carrying her trunk, and setting it just inside the front door.

Tony walks over to the elder Grangers, and, with a quick word, the three adults walk outside.

Suddenly, (Y/n) is knocked out of Hermione's tight embrace and off the couch. (Y/n) lets out a yelp as her head slams into the coffee table, Marvel weaving excitedly on (Y/n)'s stomach, rolling around, shoving her face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck, and nuzzling her face.

Hermione wipes her tears away, laughing at the black-and-white cat.

"There's my cheery sister," (Y/n) says with a grin, clambering to her feet, Marvel clutched in her arms.

Tony and the elder Grangers walk back into the house, Tony standing at the door and looking meaningfully at (Y/n).

Understanding the meaning of the look, (Y/n) follows, Marvel jumping up to perch on (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"Have a good school year," Tony tells his daughter softly. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tony Stark says something that makes (Y/n) tear up a little. "(Y/n), you remind me so much of your mother."

(Y/n) steps forward, hugging her father tightly. "Thanks Dad. I love you," she murmurs, and Tony smiles softly, his brown eyes sparkling.

"I love you too, kiddo," Tony says softly, and after a moment, the billionaire steps back. "I'll write at least three times a week."

And, with that, Tony Stark walks to his car, waves, and gets inside, driving away.

A Month Later

The room is growing dark. Exhausted, stomach rumbling, mind spinning over the same unanswerable questions, Harry falls into an uneasy sleep.

Harry dreams that he is on show in a zoo, with a car reading UNDERAGE WIZARD attached to his cage. People goggle through the bars at him as he lies, starving and weak, on a bed of straw. He sees Dobby's face in the crowd and shouts out, asking for help, but Dobby calls, "Harry Potter is safe there, sir!" and vanishes. Then, the Dursleys appear, and Dudley rattles the bars of the cage, laughing at him.

"Stop it," Harry mutters as the rattling pounds in his sore head. "Leave me alone . . . cut it out . . . I'm trying to sleep . . ."

He opens his eyes. Moonlight is shining throuh the bars on the window. And someone is goggling through the bars at him: a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone.

Ron Weasley is outside Harry's window, ready to whisk Harry off to the Burrow - The Weasleys' home.

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#hermione granger x sister reader #tony stark x daughter reader

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