#she is such a cool stand and is just not given the attention she deserves

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 5 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warnings(s): homophobia is still a theme. another dead relative mentioned. smoking cigarettes.

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You'd decided to do nothing about Cady's infiltration for now. Or, well, Regina had told you she'd figure it out and given firm instruction to not do anything.

You didn't exactly like that. Then again, you didn't have any better ideas. Obviously, you wanted her to not be around Regina. It was wrong that she was friends with her under the pretence that she was looking for reasons to stab her in the back. Then again, she didn't need reasons. Regina had provided plenty already.

As September dragged along and eventually turned to October, it felt as if day by day your mind split into an exponentially growing number of pieces. Your desire to protect Regina battled with the fact that she had been wrong so many times, had really hurt people. Didn't they deserve some reparation? Didn't Regina deserve forgiveness? Was any of that for you to decide?

You would have to pick a side and make your stance known, eventually. You'd have to plant your feet firmly on the territory you really believed in. Only, you dreaded that you didn't have as much agency as you'd have liked.

Were you weak or strong for always sticking by someone? What would become of you if you didn't stand up for what you thought was right and wrong? Where was the line?

You didn't want to side with Janis and her lackeys. The more you looked at it, the parallel between them—Janis and Regina—started to become obvious. Janis and Regina weren't that different at all.

What did you even want? What could you want? You didn't have answers to those questions.

The weather was getting colder, so you'd shuffled your wardrobe quite a bit. Short-sleeved flannels and tee shirts were replaced by cotton undershirts and grandpa sweaters. Literal grandpa sweaters. You'd gotten the majority of them from your grandfather's closet, which he had left for you in his will. It was a joke you two had shared, that you looked better in his clothes than he did.

Regina certainly didn't think so.

"Those sweaters are fucking ugly." She put it bluntly, chewing on some gum as she surfed channels on your TV. She'd taken to spending a lot of time at yours recently. You guessed it had to do with her dad being home and her friends no longer being trustworthy.

"They were my gramps'." You pouted and slumped onto the couch next to her. Since your first sleepover, the distance between your bodies had gotten smaller each time. Your knees almost touched.

"The emotional baggage makes them even frumpier." She glanced at you before looking back at the TV. "You'd be better off framing them."

"I like them, Reg." You settled back and turned your attention to the screen as well. "I don't tell you what to wear."

"If you did we wouldn't be friends." She quipped, finally settling on just shutting the thing off. "Now, what's up with you?"

"Nothing." You didn't want to talk about it. You doubted you could talk about something like that and both remain calm. You hated shouting. It always made you cry, no matter the situation. You could've been the angriest you'd ever been, not sad at all, and still cry.

"Fine. Be stubborn." She huffed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I'm going to Aaron's Halloween Party."

"Are you?" You turned and blinked at her. "Cool, I guess."

"You know how everybody, like, dresses sexy? It's like the whole point of Halloween, yeah? Cady's from Kenya. She doesn't know that. She thinks Halloween's supposed to be scary."

"Isn't it, though?"

"Ugh, for kids it is. We're practically adults. Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." Regina recited as if from a book. "Karen's words."

"She's very wise, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is." Regina mused.

"You ever told her that?"

"No, she'd get a big head."

"Karen Shetty would get a big head." You said, disbelieving.

"They want what I have so bad," Regina said. "I have to keep them on their toes."

"Are they even your friends? Or do you keep them close to control them?" You sat up straighter, some dots connecting. "Is that why you got Cady to join you? Because she was too pretty to go unchecked?"

"So you think she's pretty." Regina shifted closer, your knees really touching now. You tried to contain your excitement.

"I feel that's pretty obvious." You leaned in also, almost without noticing yourself. She was like a magnet.

"She had potential. If she were to realize it, who knows what she would've gotten up to."

"You made her realize that. That's a self-fulfilling prophecy if I've ever heard one."

"What do you know about prophecies?"

"I know that if I scoped a threat, I wouldn't make them stronger." You licked your lips nervously. "Keeping an eye on her is one thing, but you've made her an enemy."

"Fine, sure, whatever. Now, I'm gonna bring her down. She's gonna humiliate herself by showing up to the party all scary-looking, and then I'm gonna kiss Aaron Samuels." She grinned and blew a bubble. The thin pink of the bubblegum complimented her eyes.

"Why? To make her jealous? Because she wants something you had?"

"To establish dominance."

"I dunno, Reg." You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face. "You're making an enemy."

"It's what I do best, jorts. Just watch." She got up and headed for the kitchen. Hated to see her leave, loved to watch her go.

So, you watched. You watched her hatch her plans, how she deliberately kept Karen from talking to Cady about high school Halloween party etiquette, which seemed like a challenging task indeed, and how her leash on Gretchen tightened to an impossible degree.

You sat alone in the computer room the night of the party, trying to build a profitable amusement park and failing miserably. Your heart wasn't in it. Not even gaming could take your mind off of Regina.

She was probably kissing Aaron Samuels right now. Right now, their lips were sealed together in a nasty French kiss that surely repulsed anybody close enough to hear the slurping and suckling that came from the union. Aaron was probably on her, touching her everywhere he could get his grubby paws, shamelessly licking at the roof of her mouth like a dog.

While the thought of the jock being a bad kisser soothed you somewhat, it didn't cure the clenching in your chest. Fuck, it was stupid that this hurt you. It wasn't even real, she was using him to get to Cady, but the mere thought of them like that made you want to puke.

You watched the chaos unfold the next morning. At lunch, Janis herded you to their table near the back. You were barely listening, too busy glowering in the general direction of the jock table. Cady was officially on board now, you were told. Regina had officially gone too far for her and now their real plans could commence.

"Hey, dude, are you even listening?" Janis punched you on the shoulder. You glared and punched back.

"No. Yes, I- what did you say? Something about Homecoming."

"Yes!" Janis practically hissed, looking a little manic. You looked at Damien, who was eyeing you suspiciously. "We're spraying water on her when she's inevitably crowned Homecoming queen. Cady's also replacing her moisturizer with lard. Can you think of anything?"

What, you were supposed to contribute to bringing Regina down? She was kidding, right? She continued to stare holes in you.

"Uh..." You swallowed. "I'm not really an ideas guy. I can help in other ways?" You squeaked, desperately wanting out of this whole thing.

"Ugh, you're boring." Janis groaned, slumping against Damien.

"Good talk." You said hastily as you got up. "I'm going to smoke a cigarette now." So acutely uncomfortable, you talked like a robot.

"Can you gimme one?" Janis perked up.

"No, she can't." Damien cast a look at Janis. "We agreed, remember? Smoking only at the garage."

You took that opportunity to skedaddle. They bickered like an old married couple. Though there was no romantic chemistry between them, they were obviously a solid duo.

Janis didn't seem so bitter when she was with Damien. Sure, now that they were planning revenge their focus was on Regina, but they often strayed off track. Why couldn't she just let go? She was clearly doing better now.

As you rounded the building and made it across the lawn towards the bleachers, you spotted a couple making out. The boy had the girl pinned to the wall. You were quite far away and you could hear their lips smacking.

You didn't want to look too close, because gross, but the varsity jacket and pink ensemble were hard to ignore.

You gritted your teeth and pulled out the pack of Marlboros you had on hand. Regina and Aaron fucking Samuels. You lit up and inhaled before you were even properly concealed under the bleachers.

God, you were such a hypocrite. If you weren't over what Regina did to you in middle school, then why should she be? She'd had it worse, too. You couldn't even imagine the consequences of something like that.

If people knew you liked girls, it'd be over. Even if it was sort of like an open secret, because nobody ever asked you about boys or stuff like that, to have it confirmed would ruin you beyond repair.

If people knew you liked Regina, it'd be even worse.

"Hey, why're you sulking under there?"

"Regina, I'm not in the mood to talk."

"Uh, grumpy much?"

"Leave me alone."

You leaned your head back against the steel, looking up at Regina as she stood over you. She was in all pink. A pink, fuzzy sweater, white skinnies, and Uggs. You had a blue, old Carhartt jacket, denim jeans and scuffed Converse.

You matched with her way better than Aaron. You could probably kiss better too. Not that you'd had any practice. But you'd at least have the sense to not slobber all over the one you were kissing.

Unless Regina liked sloppy kisses. As if you'd get to find out.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

I like you. I like you too much and it's hard to think. I can't tell wrong from right.

"It's nothing." You took another drag. "Janis and Damien are plotting. It just makes me mad." Not entirely untrue. You were lying by omission, though.

"What kinda plots?"

You hesitated. How could you? "Nothing concrete yet." Now you were really lying. It sunk like a stone down your gullet, hitting your heart on the way down, and dropped heavily into your stomach. It nearly punched a hole clean through.

"Keep me updated." She lingered and you kept looking at her. What would she look like as Homecoming queen, soaked down to her bones up on a stage? What would she look like after smearing lard on her face?

Not ethereal in the sunlight like this, probably. Though you reckoned ruined mascara and pimples wouldn't do anything to shake off this stupid crush.

"For sure." You just nodded and looked down. You couldn't keep your eyes on her when guilt gnawed at your insides.

"Can I have one?" She hopped over your legs and sat down on the grass next to you.

"A cigarette?" You baulked. "A cigarette for Regina George?"

"Yes, you doof." She laughed and reached for your pockets. "Where's the pack?" She kept patting down your body. Your heart sped up, your palms sweated, and a stupid grin split your face.

"Only one." You turned your face as stern as you could make it. "I'm not ruining your beautiful singing voice."

"You think my voice is beautiful?" When she asked questions like that and looked so small waiting for your answer, you didn't quite know what to do with yourself.

"Yeah," You breathed, sounding a little too sincere, too reverent. "You sang at the talent show in middle school that one year. I think it was a Celine Dion song? Captivating."

"That was so embarrassing. I had such shit breath control." She rested her hand on your thigh, casually, and the other behind your back. Your faces were so close. "C'mon, jorts. Now."

"Nobody complained. Everybody loved it." You reached into your pocket and handed her a cig. She put it between her lips and looked at you expectantly.

If you'd been feeling bold, you would've touched the tip of your lit one to hers. Yours was more than halfway done, so you'd have gotten real close. Maybe in your dreams.

You flicked the lighter to life and held the fire for her. "Suck. Yup, you got it."

She inhaled and let the smoke out of her mouth. You took a drag to keep from laughing. "When you've got the smoke in your mouth, inhale it."

She did as you told and started coughing violently. This time, you couldn't keep the laughter in. She shoved you and you laughed harder.

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[weebsinstash]

Hello! I don’t know if you do this but I was wondering what your thoughts were for a Yandere Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel? I’m having trouble writing a good representation of him and would like some advice.

Honestly I'm gonna humble myself and say that it took reading someone else's post to make me like, REALLY notice the nuances of Lucifer's character

This post right here literally made me rewatch his scenes and go "oh wow he IS like DANGEROUSLY DEPRESSED"

He doesn't remember Charlie told him where she is, or what she's doing, and he can barely follow a conversation despite clearly trying to pay attention. He also just seems kind of scattered, and um, HE LITERALLY MAKES A JOKE ABOUT DYING FROM FALLING OFF THE HOTEL BALCONY like dude is making jokes about death in front of his fucking daughter, like my dudes, I think this guy is BARELY holding himself together

He clearly loves loves LOVES Charlie but he doesn't really know how to properly articulate himself and I have a feeling there's a lot he's concealing from her, and another big question is, is his depression from being cast out of Heaven, or from something to do with his missing wife, or a combination of both? Either way this man is clearly dealing with like, really bad issues. And Charlie also mentioned he wasn't around a whole lot when she was younger, so... did he have depression back then too?

So, that all said, I feel like a yandere Lucifer would almost be, potentially invigorated by his darling? Given a new lease on life? He may not be 100% his old self again but, you get him to like, 65, maybe 70% on a good day. You give him another reason to get out of bed in the morning, or afternoon, or evening or, whenever he can drag his depressed ass out of bed

Given what we currently know, I feel like a romantic yandere Lucifer would pretend to only be platonic and do his best to poorly conceal his feelings because of his whole... "can't ask his missing wife if it's ok for you to be their third" ordeal, the man still wears his wedding ring, and a platonic yandere Lucifer basically adopts you like another kid, because uh, I mean for one he apparently canonically missed a lot of Charlie's childhood, and he's also an ancient fallen angel, so he's got that age advantage on you no matter how old you are. I mean what are a few decades when he's literally thousands upon thousands upon thousands--you get the idea

Yandere Lucifer would want to stay close to you, helping watch over you, maaaaaybe being overly paranoid about you randomly disappearing and going missing For Very Obvious Reasons, and in the process he winds up being unintentionally overbearing. I mean, he did it in irritation, but he basically showed up at Charlie's hotel immediately saying it was a dump and all of HER FRIENDS were 'a bunch of losers'. He never completely pulls his punches when there's something he's displeased with, even if it has something to do with someone he loves, so his darling would get much of the same treatment. "Ohhhhh, you uh, you wanted to move across the city? That's, um, definitely a fun idea! BuuuuuUuuut, what IF, instead of doing that--", like, he tries to playfully tug you in 'the right direction' until you make him put his foot down

Hmmm... what would him losing his cool look like... well, we've already seen that he doesn't mind throwing hands and WILL KILL, but will stop if he's asked to or there's a good reason. With you, though, you're not typically going to be there to stop him from offing any rivals or bad influences, so I imagine he'd be kinda casual about it, actually! He already thinks pretty lowly of Sinners, so say he finds out you've been ditching him and Charlie to go out drinking with strangers, making new friends, maybe having a few one night stands? Yeah, some of those people definitely aren't calling you back, and Lucifer doesn't really see a problem with it. These people are kind of the worst and really don't deserve you, anyways! If anything he's helping clean up Hell for you and his daughter and keeping you safe :)

Losing his cool with YOU... I think would involve him using his powers to finally confine you, maybe even going demon mode to intimidate you into submission in a very dad-esque "now you listen HERE" kind of way. We don't really know the scope and scale of his powers but I can picture him at least being, obviously much stronger than he looks, and transforming to fly you "back home" where he puts you in your room where no one can reach you without his explicit permission (and you also can't leave~)

One second you're just drunk and jokingly defying him, teasing him, maybe even picking him up and swinging him around because you're bigger than him, to you he's just a silly little guy! Meanwhile this Grown Ass Man Who Is Also The Actual Devil is getting more than just a little frustrated you basically view him as a wacky little cartoon more than a grown man, one who has had sex and has had two wives and sired a child. You're just teasing him and stumbling around drunk when he's trying to get you to your hotel room to get to bed to sleep, like you're clearly not taking him seriously, maybe even playfully putting your hands on him (TOTALLY not riling him up in 'fun' ways) and he finally just huffs and snaps his fingers and, you're suddenly magic'd to bed! You're laying there blinking confused and he's tucking you in and chuckling that "you're such a handful!" before leaving you to sleep and somehow INSTANTLY knowing when you're up.

You ARE in his house, after all...

Not to be gross but uh..... I'm not saying "yandere Lucifer who has the power to still get a Sinner pregnant if he wanted to and you wind up fooling around with him and you're waking up with his little apple symbol on your lower tummy as one of those like hentai womb tattoos to show you're pregnant" but uhhhhhhhhhhyeah that's what I'm saying, and whether it was accidentally or intentionally, he's keeping it, and thus, keeping YOU

I just feel like he'd be very goofy and awkward and bad at hiding his feelings and being very clearly overprotective and jealous in ways everyone else but you manages to pick up on (god Alastor would have some MATERIAL) and, in a romantic/sexual setting he eventually just loses his patience with you not seeing him as a man and just gets... progressively more forward. You pop back into the Hotel after a night out and Lucifer's already hammered at the bar with Husk, stumbling up to you, hanging off of you, slurring and embarrassing himself, "You'reeeee SO pretty... like SO pretty.... do you wanna have *BELCH* you wanna fuck? Cause I LOVE to fuck, like when I FUCKED my wife to make my DAUGHTER, my wife and daughter that I have, 'cuz im a DAD, 'cuz I'm a MAN!" and you're just giggling and ruffling his hair, "You're so weird, dude ^^" and walking away while Lucifer internally screams, wondering just how DIRECT with you he's going to have to be

meanwhile Charlie is totally cool with all of this and sees this as a weird double whammy of Curing Dad's Depression + new family member and friend hurray! and she's totally actively either shipping you with her dad or aiding and abetting him in his weird attempts to absorb you into the Morningstar family

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[matthewkniesys]

Congratulations, my sweet love. You deserve every single one and more. 🥹🥰 may I please request 🍄 with prompt #3 “If you wish to keep your fingers, I’d take your hands off them.” with Jack Hughes? Thank you so much!

thank you so much ily🫶

Jack Hughes x fem!reader

Jack is seething. And for no reason,too. Simply because you and Trevor have been hanging out all day on the boat.

You love spending your summers at the Hughes lake house and you have been since you were 19 and started dating jack. His mom and dad are great. His brothers are super cool. You love being around his friends since at this point they are all close to you too.

But Jack being the guy he is can't help but get jealous. And in the back of his mind he knows you would never do anything to hurt him, and especially not with any of his friends but he just can't help it. He wants all your attention to be on him 24/7.

So that brings us to why he is sulking around on the boat.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? Did you not get some last night or something?”

“Shut the fuck up, Luke.” Jack gazes longingly over at you and Trevor, wishing he could replace his best friend and be the one you’re laughing with.

“Hold up, Jack you aren’t jealous, right? “Oh you totally are. This is hilarious.” Luke laughs.

“I’m glad you find my misery entertaining, Luke.” Jack looks over at you once again, to see that you are now leaning into Trevor and laughing at something on his phone.

“Fuck.” Jack mutters, pulling at the ends of his hair.

“If you’re gonna be fucking pissy about this, just go over there Jack. She loves you so much so I don’t know why you’re so insecure.”

Jack didn’t know either. Neither you or Trevor had ever given him reason to be suspicious but still here he was. He just really didn’t want to lose you.

Jack watches Trevor as he wraps his arm around your shoulders to steady you while you’re shaking with laughter. There isn’t anything other than friendliness in his gesture but it sends Jack over the edge.

He marches over to you and Trevor and stands with a hand on his hip. He’s glaring daggers at the both of you. And he knows he isn’t being fair because there isn’t anything wrong with the two of you hanging out but Jack doesn’t want to share you.

“If you wish to keep your fingers, I’d take your hands off them.” Jack says, in a low, deep voice.

“Chill man, I’m not going for your girl. She’s just really fucking funny.”

Trevor realizes that wasn’t the right thing to say since it seemed to piss him off more.

“Trevor, fuck off let me hang out with my girl since you’ve been hogging her all day.”

Trevor leaves and Jack takes his spot. Gently you place your hands on his chest and turn to face him.

“Jack, what was that about? He’s your best friend and I know you know Trevor wouldn’t make a move on me.”

“I know,” Jack whines, “but he was just hogging all your attention and I wanted to hang out with you. You’re my favourite person in the world.”

“And you are mine. So you never have to worry about me picking anyone over you. You will always be my first choice.”

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[ornii]

Folie à deux

The Madness of Two,

2020, The Grammys.

Your feet pattered the limousine floor as you checked your watch, a slight panic in your face. It was the Grammys this night and with your almost meteoric rise to stardom, this is the first time you’ve felt, Anxious about it. You take a deep breath and relax, slowly letting the world fade around you. It always seems so otherworldly.

It all began with posting a few SoundCloud songs, eventually one blew up and it seems your music name began to make the rounds. Taking that opportunity, you released an album under your name and it spread like Wildfire, big Celebes we’re posting snippets on social media and overnight, you somehow took over the world.

Media deals. Record Labels, Advertisers, all were hounding for you. The next big thing, and it seems it all lead to a climax and here you were. Pulling up to the Grammys, you took a few deep breaths and waited for the door to be opened for you, as your chauffeur did, cameras flashed, cheers and screams were all over the place. You put on a smile and head inside to the main foyer, you were greeted by the obvious managers of said Grammys and was Starstruck by those inside, Multi record winning Artists, people who are considered gods. You were standing with somehow. Your awe was cut off by a voice.

“Mr (L/N)?” They ask, you turn around to a woman with a mic, not a reporter but the woman managing the seating.

“I’m glad you made it safe, if it’s okay with you, you’ll be seated next to Ortega.” She said, you raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Brian Ortega? I didnt know he liked the Grammys.” You say and she chuckles.

“No no, Miss Ortega.” She said; which Just confused you even more, you shrugged.

“Uh, Sure.” You say, you began to mingle, trying to keep up appearances as some of the most influential artists Dawned your presence. Ranging from Movie directors like Spielberg, to Multi Grammy winners like Canadas own, Aubrey Graham, better known as Drake. Ten minutes to countdown you reach your seat and relax. Everyone begins to get ready, and your train of though was on what you would say if you would, could possibly win a Grammy.

“Hey.” A Voice draws your attention and you turn to face it, and your eyes laid upon someone that made the world grind to a halt, all you could see were those beautiful eyes, soft skin and a smile that could make the darkest moments in your life shine like a supernova. and it finally dawned on you, you’re Sitting next to, Jenna Ortega. You remember when Iron Man 3 was released in Theaters, and the Vice Presidents daughter that Tony had to save, that was her! And stuck in the middle! It took moments for you to realize the impact She actually had on you.

“O-oh! Hi!” You day, your voice cracking slightly as you try not to get lost in her eyes. She offers a slight handshake and you take it, not really able to speak.

“Jenna.” She says.

“Y-yeah I’ve seen a lot of your movies I—“ you begin, but stop trying not to sound like a fanboy in front of her. She genuinely smiles at her.

“Thanks. I don’t mean to pry but you are working on more music right? With that much talent you can’t stop right?” She says and you nod.

“Anything for you.” You thought, “Shit that’s creepy why did I say that?! JUST BE COOL.” You think and nod.

“Yeah, didnt think I’d get this far, nice to meet someone my age, makes me less anxious.

“I know, feels kind heavy, doesn’t it?” She says, “All these celebs, kinda feels weird being here.” She says awkwardly. And you build up the courage to utter one sentence.

“It should, you deserve to be here.” You say, it actually catches her off guard and she can only smile and say “Thanks.”, genuinely. You two hush as the ceremony begins. It was fairly uneventful, besides You and Tyler the Creator tweeting memes at each other, before the first set of awards were given, and one of the main four was presented. Best New Artist of the Year, it was heavily contested, Alaina Castillo, Summer Walker, Normani, Giveon. You definitely wanted Giveon, Heartbreak anniversary was your jam. As Keke Palmer took the stage she has the envelope and smiles.

“Good luck.” You hear Jenna say from the side and, that boosts your confidence to levels you couldn’t imagine.

“And the Grammy for Best New Artist goes to… Your Very own! (Y/n) (L/n)!” She says and the crowd explodes, the look of shock was on your face, you rose up being congratulated by many, Jenna claps for you as you approach the stage, still stunned. You take the Grammy with a look of sheer luck and disbelief, you stand there at the Mic and just stand there for a moment.

“Uh- Sorry i had no idea I was gonna be here.” You say and they laugh, you shrug it off.

“Well, I suppose I should say something.. first thing is, well it’s been a crazy year, I went from barley making college payments to buying my parents a new house, cars, anything they could ever want and, it’s all thanks to you all.” Your anxiety was soon filled with sadness and cheers began to bellow.

“You all don’t know how much this means to me, thank you. And, god bless you all.” You raise the Grammy to a rousing applause, you return back to your seat and wipe a few tears. But a tissue was handed to you, but none other than Jenna. You two share a smile and keep the Ceremony going, but I hope you didn’t expect just one.

“Song of The Year! Album of The Year! Record of the Year!” After the third one you hear the song play as you head up with the last one and you take it, and you turn to everyone awkwardly.

“Okay i didnt expect to be up here four times.” You say to more laughter, you try to keep it short and sweet. “Seriously this is becoming a bad trend, I’m just some kid from nowhere, and you all believed in me, and I’m so glad you put your trust in me, in us. My team, my family, my fans, these are all for you.” You hold up the fourth Grammy and as usual it was arousing applause.

Nearing the End of the celebration you walk out of the Grammys with Four, FOUR; in your first appearance there. Two under your arms and to in your hands. You attempt to show them all laughing. But before you can continue you turn around to Jeanna who’s taking pictures of her own and motion her over, to take pictures with you, she rolls her eyes sarcastically as the anxiety and fear washed away to golden confidence. You both pose for the pictures and they flash so desperate for a header and they got one.

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Jenna Ortega? What could this mean for the two blossoming stars?”

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[okwonyo]

moot game! ship your moots with an idol and give them a trope!

hihi! ^^ i didn’t put everyone because i don’t know everyone’s bias.. so mea culpa ><

@byhees with jungwon | rivals to lovers.

yizu and jungwon would both be the top of their classes, constantly competing over which one is going to be on the top of the whole school at a given semester. it’d obviously be the reason they wouldn’t stand each other— well, maybe just yizu because if you ask jungwon, he is quite fond of her actually and this is why he loves, and emphasizes on that word, to come sit next to her during her studying time. claiming that he needs to distract her (he can’t let her surpass him, can he?) but really, teasing her might be his favorite thing in the world.

@okwons with sunghoon | middle school crush (and still going strong)

and don’t get it wrong; if you ask vi about sunghoon, she’d say that she doesn’t really mind his presence and that he is a funny guy. if you ask sunghoon about vi, he’d go on a whole rant about how beautiful she keeps on getting and how he wishes he could give her the moon, and far, far beyond. he’d be so enamored by her that he’d look so stupid whenever she is near— stumbling over his every words and blushing when her shoulder slightly brushes his.. and the worst part about this is that: she doesn’t even notice! and it makes everyone go crazy.

@isoobie with heeseung | fake dating.

heeseung and ri wouldn’t that much of friends.. just seeing each others then and there at parties or at the cafeteria. he’d give her a little smile and a charming wave when he sees there, even if they don’t talk that much. and one day, when they find themselves alone in the school’s library, he’d ask her to date him and she’d go ‘huh?’ and he’d explain whatever his raison may be.. but at a moment during the whole fake dating thing, the line between reality and fake would get blurry— little unnecessary kisses there and there, a tad bit jealousy when ri talks with a guy.. i’ll let you imagine the rest.

@boyfhee with jay | neighbors to lovers.

they’d meet in such chaotic circumstances, there would be absolutely no way that they just go back to normal after that. it’d be the kind of situation where jay hears cael screaming her lungs out because of a small bugs in her apartment, she’d run out of it so hurriedly and end up in jay’s arms, who lives just infront of her and was worried sick about these screams. he’d help her, of course. and ever since then, they see each other everywhere; at the grocery store, at the gym, somehow even at work! they’d even get kissy at the club... hehe.

@hoonvrs with sung hanbin | girlboss x malewife.

saint is that strong, independent, smart, funny, cool and many more, woman that works in a office, where she is very important in and hanbin is her silly husband who makes sure to prepare dinner before she comes back home. i can see them being that one side couple in a kdrama everyone would watch just for them; because they are just so cute and funny— the audience would love to see how scared hanbin would be whenever saint is a little irritated, but at the same how soft she is with him when she annoyed.. she has a soft spot for her cutie husband.

@tyunni with riki | annoyance to lovers.

mj would not be able to stand riki in the slightest, rolling her eyes whenever he talks and scoffing when something unfortunate happens to him. her hate would be justified; he tends to get so annoying with her, pulling a strand of her hair when he sits behind her, stealing her food and holding it really high so she can’t reach it, etc.. poor girl doesn’t even know why he is all over like that but it’s just that he wants her attention, you know! of course, he’d have his redemption arc where he follows her like a puppy and obeys to her every word. the treatment she deserves!

@wonryllis with jungkook | situation (seven ver.)

jungkook would be so obsessed with her, she’d have wrapped around her finger.. for her, jungkook is a just a guy she likes to spend her time with and sometimes, okay, they kiss, but so what? for jungkook, yeonie is the only woman ever on this godforsaken planet— he’d even tend to get a bit clingy and obsessive. following her in the rain after an argument, forgetting his initial destination to follow her whenever she goes whereupon he sees her in the train. he just doesn’t know how to show her that he likes her a lot and she doesn’t make it easy either..

@alaezasmystery235 with sunoo | coworkers to lovers.

alaeza would be that cute girl at the cafe next to the faculty, and sunoo would be the new worker to this cafe— who also happens to be head over heels for her. as nice as she is, she’d help him with all his work, given the fact that he is new and doesn’t really know what he is doing, showing him how things should be done but, the thing is, sunoo wouldn’t even learn anything at all, staring at her hand as she shows him where the glasses are and watching her hair fall beautifully as she leans to look at the exposed donuts..

@euncsace with mingyu | meet cute.

they’d meet each other at the bus stop, where rim goes back home after going to the library and mingyu comes back from the gym. he’d ask her if she knows when the bus is coming and she’d say that she was about to ask him the same question. then, they’d have a little conversation about their day and what they are planning to do next. these cuties would exchange numbers before rim gets out of the bus and never leave each other alone again..

@soov with yeonjun | gym crush.

yeonjun would be that attractive man at the gym who works his biceps and and in a tank shirt and rei would be that new girl who doesn’t really know what she’d doing.. as the gentleman as he is, when he sees a damsel in distress, he’d come to her rescue and help her.. moving her by the waist so he can see the machine she’s using clearly, that only move would send butterflies in her stomach. and, yeonjun, even when he doesn’t need to, would always come help her about something— just to talk to her. let’s hope that the gym crush makes it to the outside!!

@atrirose with wonbin | tutoring au.

seiu, as smart as she is, would offer her help to wonbin, who is clearly failing is tutoring classes. they’d meet at the library or at the cafe, and have some studying sessions together. wonbin, would be far too focused on seiu’s features to even listen to what she’s saying, always answering wrong when she asks him a question but swearing that he is focused.. well, he is, but more on her lips than what is coming out of her mouth.

@seongclb with jeno | grumpy fast food employee au.

jeno would be the type of employee that says that the ice cream machine doesn’t work just because he is too lazy to use it, he’d be so unhappy to be there that it’d be written all over his face. kat would be that nice and breathtakingly beautiful girl who comes regularly and for who, jeno as a tender spot for. he’d always have a wide smile when she comes that his coworkers would make fun of... and she’d be so oblivious about it because as far as she knows, he is the nicest guy she has ever met.

end! ♡

#⠀ᙏ̤̫ ⠀ #⠀asks 𔓗 #⠀games 𔓗 #sorry to the one i missed.. i put my whole soul into this TT

[blackjackkent]

Lae'zel, it seems, is not here in truth. It's a psionic projection, or at least so Hector has gathered from overhearing her conversations with others. When he finally maneuvers around to talk to her, she gives him an expression that is deliberately sardonic, mimicking the cool gaze with which she used to eye him in their first days together.

"Chk," she says dryly. "The Hellswalker returns."

He raises an eyebrow, not sure how to parse this decidedly sharp greeting.

"For two months I trained the Knights of the Comet. For two more I skewered kith'raki bellies. And for two more yet I traveled through Limbo. I never imagined we'd be standing toe to toe on this day, in this place."

She looks him up and down. Her lips curls. "Nothing but allies, I always told myself," she says. "A necessary partnership. But in spite of every strained word, every barbed glance..." A long pause, and then she can't maintain the pretense any longer; a smile forces its way onto her face and her eyes narrow in satisfaction.

"Seeing you brings me even more pleasure than taking a royal inquisitor's head."

A compliment few can boast, Hector thinks with amusement. But his smile matches hers. "It's good to see you," he says.

And it is. More so than any other than perhaps Shadowheart, his relationship with Lae'zel began cold and became warm in a way that he finds it difficult to describe. He followed her through the collapse of her faith in Vlaakith, the rise of her faith first in Orpheus, and then in herself. They both saw in each other the ways that their training and discipline both strengthened them and left them wanting. He is proud to have known her, proud to have occasionally had a glance from her that said she wanted his advice, or his approval. Sister, perhaps. Or protege? But the feeling somehow goes just a little deeper than either.

She snorts, but looks pleased all the same. "It's nice to hear it." She rolls her eyes with an air of weariness. "It's taken a dozen gish's talents, a few stolen psi crystals, and two tendays of effort to conjure my projection." She looks around thoughtfully, then nods. "Worth it, I'd say. I missed this place." She raises an eyebrow at him in what he could swear is a playful tease. "This -- ahem -- 'Fay-run'."

He snickers. Deliberate jokes from Lae'zel are few and far between, but this certainly is one - her mispronunciation of the continent's name is an old joke going back to the days in the grove.

"Where are you now," he asks curiously, "that you couldn't be here in the flesh?"

"Shra'kt'lor," she says promptly.

He blinks, trying to place the term and coming up empty. "Shra'kt'lor?" he asks, always eager to add to his store of knowledge. "I've never heard of it. Should I have?"

"I wouldn't expect you to," she says with a shrug. "The capital city of the githzerai - an exiled people, once kin with mine until the madness of civil war ripped our one sky into two." She tilts her head, flicking her eyes skyward. "Our gish sent word of the rebellion to their god-king Zerith Menyar-Ag-Gith through the cosmos. He's agreed to parley." She shifts, just a hint of uncertainty touching her bearing, only for an instant but not lost to his keen attention. "It's fallen to me to secure an alliance."

Ah - the githzerai he is familiar with. A monastic race, or so he's heard; he's wondered, from time to time, if she associated his own history as a monk with that exiled people at all. It also explains her presence (apparently) in Limbo, as that is where they dwell.

He must admit to surprise to hear that she, of all people, would be given a diplomatic role, and he almost teases her gently about it - but he knows even as he thinks the words that they are not the right answer. She has come to value his opinion, and there is no way this is a comfortable role for her; she deserves his support in a way that will give her strength, not doubt.

"The best choice for the job," he says soberly. "Your tongue is as learned as your blade."

"My blade is as keen as ever," she says firmly. A slight pause, and then she adds, her eyes not quite meeting his, as if embarrassed, "But it was you who showed me that a proper victory doesn't always require a razor-sharp edge. Sometimes a sincere pea is more persuasive than a dagger against the neck."

He feels a rush of warmth at these words - as he knows they are meant to be received. It is not a particularly sentimental recitation, but it reflects what he already knows to be true - they have impacted each other on a deep and fundamental, and she learned from him the things he would have found most important to teach.

"Menyar-Ag-Gith is an ascetic," she goes on, deliberately pressing the conversation forward rather than lingering on its more emotional undertones. "He reached out in good faith. This is his way. It is in this spirit that I must meet him. And if he refuses, I carry on. Gravity pulls me in but one direction." Her fists clench at her sides. "I am the comet. I will not rest until I burn Vlaakith's bones to ash and smash her phylactery to pieces. My people *will* be free!"

The sudden urgency in her tone fades, and then her lips twitch in a flash of amusement. "Chk," she mutters ruefully. "But you've heard that refrain before. Zealous, bossy, insistent. All part and parcel of my undeniable charm."

He grins. Honestly, if she were actually within arms reach, he would give her the same hug he gave Halsin, Shadowheart, and Gale. But she is not, and so he must content himself with offering her his best githyanki salute.

"When will I see you again?" he asks.

"Soon," she says, and her tone takes a surprising note of gentleness for a moment. "When the comet has risen, when the lich queen has crumbled to dust. I missed this place. More to the point..." Her eyes fix firmly on his again; he can see her struggle against the urge to break the eye contact. "I missed you. I wouldn't even deny it with Vlaakith's vorpal blade at my neck." Again that flash of humor. "Though I'd rather it not come to that."

Before he can respond, she looks away, gestures out to the party. "Now go. Mingle a bit. That's the word, right? 'Mingle?'" He has to resist the urge to laugh at how dismissive, as always, she sounds of the common tongue.

He turns, obedient to her order, but her words stop him for a final message. "I'll be back one day," she tells him softly before he can walk away. "The Overgod himself couldn't keep me away."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 #another friendship that I *love* how it developed for Hec #lae'zel is so great

[bestygogirl]

BEST YGO GIRL: Round 3, Group D

Match 2

please use this as an opportunity to say why you like a character, not why you don't.

Propaganda under the cut!

Martha

Yusei/Jack/Crow's adopted mother, also just a badass who takes no one's shit martha, martha, martha. yes, she's yusei, jack, and crow's adoptive mother. but have you ever like. considered martha as a person? considered the fact that she grew up in satellite before zero reverse, and took in the orphans of that event without a second thought? she opened her home in a time when money would have been tight and continued to take care of orphans even after the bridge was repaired. she's also the one who imparted to yusei, jack, and crow to not trust anything given for free - suggesting she gave out life advice to all those kids too. when a cop entered her home, she immediately put him to work and made him clean the bathroom. martha also teased yusei about his crush on aki, showing that she's willing to keep a sense of normalcy even under high stress points. she's such a cool character and she's not really given a lot of attention in the fandom at all. vote for martha, because she's actually a pretty interesting character.

Kotori Mizuki

Tori deserves more love!!! Despite not being a duelist she’s the protag’s number one supporter!!! Heck she’s one of the only people who stands by his side WITHOUT DYING. I say she deserves the best friend role claim more than the actual character who has that title. Also she’s a cutie pootie that’s a fashionista! She is unironically a force to be reckoned with in Duel Links. Her introduction is her slaying fool after fool in her quest to hunt down Yuma and get back at him for ditching her. Heck even within just Zexal she doesn't take anyone's crap and was ready to fight the Barians (space demons) with a frying pan at one point. She's vastly underrated in my opinion. One time she said “all Yuma’s good for is eating food and crapping it out” completely out of pocket and I love her for that no other yugioh girl is doing it like her also I’m certain she beats out all other yugioh girls on Amount of Times The Yutagonist’s Name was Said and that has to count for something

#best ygo girl poll #round 3 #yugioh 5ds #martha 5ds #martha yugioh #yugioh zexal #kotori mizuki #tori meadows

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"You're a selfish person, Lily" Severus had said. Now Lily couldn't stop crying at his words. Because he couldn't be more wrong. Lily was no selfish. Anything but selfish.

Lily was constantly thinking about others. She praised her sister like an idol, although Petunia didn't appreciate it. She had a lot of pressure on her shoulders. Being the only one of the family to go to a private school, put her on the spotlight. Even if she didn't want to. Aunts, and Uncles, even cousins kept asking her about her posh school. They congratulated her for doing good, which made Petunia constantly angry with her.

Lily had to do the impossible to keep impecable grades to keep her scholarship. Even that stopped her from enjoying things like a normal teenager. She was praised by teachers for doing her homework and not breaking the rules. Lily knew she was constantly compared with the rich students. She had to try ten times harder than them. Because she depended on scholarships. And that stressed her out.

Lily was constantly giving advice to others. Somehow she was always the shoulder to cry on. Most of the girls told her their love stories or their issues with their boyfriends. And Lily tried to play nice and listen, talk to them even if she had never have a boyfriend before. Even if she'd never been in love.

It was always about Mary and her being the center of attention amongst boys. Because she was pretty and confident. Something Lily would never be.

It was always about Marlene and her constant energy, her ability to be the rebel one and break the rules and be cool. Always the type of girl that defied misogyny, and stupid toxic men. Lily was not as brave as her.

It was always about Alice and her extraordinary love life with Frank. Alice was like the protagonist of a romcon, the princess that had found her prince. Lily was jealous of how beautiful, delicate and perfect she was. And how she wished she could live a love story for herself.

It was also always about Remus. Lily worrying about him not thinking himself enough. Lily knew he was treated differently and he was always giving too much of his heart but wasn't treated like he deserved. But also, Lily was tired of Remus trying to convince her to give Potter a chance.

And Potter only asking her out as a joke, because she was a silly game for him. How could he like her this much? Lily was not that attractive anyway, not like other girls. Although sometimes Lily felt guilty for rejecting him because he was accused of being a prude for not giving Potter a chance. Any boy for that matter. And Lily didn't know what it was or what he looked on a boy but she didn't feel sparks for any of them.

And it was always kids like Sirius Black (or sometimes some Slytherins) who called her a snob or a boring nerd for maintaining the rules and trying to get them to do the right thing. She was not a privileged girl who could ask her father to donate some money to the school to keep her in.

Lily had prefect meetings, and classes, and homework, and friends asking to talk to her or asking for her help.

Lily had to be right, perfect and studious for school but she also had to be a cool teenager who had fun, drank occasionally and pretended to be too busy to be snogging around. But also wishing she was snogging around.

It was too much, actually. Lily didn't even remember when was the last time she had some spare time for herself.

Now Severus accused her of being selfish only because she (God forbid) started being friendly with James Potter and the rest of the boys. After everything Lily had done for Severus especially. All the advice, all the support, all the love she had given him. How much she had wanted to protect him from his horrible father. But she had stand a lot. Severus had lied and manipulated her. He was the real monster. Lily realized now that he never liked her. He was just obsessed with her.

"Lilybean" her father would say if he was still alive "When do you have time for yourself? When do you matter? Sometimes it is fine to be a bit selfish, you know?"

Lily could hear his voice perfectly in her head.

"You know what, Sev?" Lily answered "Perhaps I am being selfish for the first time in my life. So what? Maybe I want to clean the trash in my life and only be left with good people and good friends..."

"Yeah, me...I am a good friend, Lily. Not them"

"No, you are the trash" Lily snapped "And now I want to be clean. We are done, Severus"

She walked away ignoring her ex friend's calls. And for the first time, she tried not to feel guilty about leaving him behind.

#Happy birthday to my precious girl #Honestly when someone says something bad about her I go feral #She is such a strong character and could easily be a good protagonist #But she is always left aside #marauders #marauders era #Muggle AU #lily evans #lily flower #asexual lily evans #demiromantic lily evans #but also falling in love with James when she gets closer to him gets to know him better and realizes how good he is

[pinkthick]

Can you please write First Christmas as a couple prompt - 20. trying to buy the moon for their S/O because everything else wouldn't be enough, for 616 Stephen Strange? 🥺

Hope you like it💓🫶🏻

Would you even like it?

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Doctor Strange & Wong & Fem!Reader & America chavez

Summary: Coming up on Christmas, Stephen has practically no idea what to get you. Unexpectedly, Wong gives him a crazy idea.

“You need to calm down, Stephen.” Wong's cool voice did not calm the sorcerer at all.

“What if she doesn’t like it, though?” Stephen’s voice full of fustration made Wong look at him with concern.

“I’m sure she’ll like it.” The sorcerer supreme assumed that it wouldn't be too difficult to go shopping with Stephen, but he was so terribly mistaken.

The ex-doctor never really enjoyed shopping, to be honest. Stephen didn't like shopping for clothes or jewelry or spending hours looking around for something he might like. Although it was difficult to find something beautiful or worthy of you, you did deserve something from the sorcerer. All he accomplished was to aggravate his headache, but hey, it's Christmas.

The fact that it was in two weeks wasn't important; it wasn't the point.

So that's why they were out in Paris looking for presents at 10 in the morning, which was way too early for them both. They might not have been so exhausted if it weren't for the fact that night had fallen in America, but let's ignore that.

Why was it so much simpler to buy anything for America or Wong? It was so unfair.

“Look, Stephen. We have been already going throughout this city for at least two hours. I’m sure that she’ll like the necklace.” Wong added, just wishing that Stephen would actually want to go back to the Sanctum. He was exhausted and he really did need to sleep at least 6 hours.

“I don’t know—it’s kind of a cliche.” Stephen started to pace around “Don’t you think that it’s like—very basic?” Without even glancing at Wong, he ran a palm over his face.

Wong eventually stopped even listening to the neurosurgeon when he began to ramble on senselessly. That was absurd. Given that Stephen will give it to you, it stands to reason that you would enjoy it. Sometimes, the two of you were too madly in love to even acknowledge the outside world.

“Are you even paying attention?” Stephen interrupted Wong's train of thought by yelling at him.

"Honestly, no" Can anyone really blame him, though? “Stephen, if you are really going to stress over this, you might as well buy the moon for her.”

Wong didn't believe he would regret saying anything, but when he saw Stephen's expression significantly alter, he did. Oh boy, he recognized that expression on his face.

“You're the best, Wong.” the sorcerer spoke before creating a portal and disappearing through it

He really wasn't going to try to take the moon, was he?

He couldn't pretend that he wasn't initially scared. Even though what he did was rather insane, it eventually turned out okay.

Not only that, but a star is literally a huge, slowly revolving cloud made entirely of hydrogen and helium. Of course, casting a spell to make it little could have caused a lot of issues to occur.

But he made sure it was secure since he wouldn't want you to get injured because of him. Of course, as the star itself gets hotter and denser, a protostar in the shape of a ball results. However, he was able to place it in a transparent comparison.

Stephen checks the necklace while feeling somewhat proud of himself. He didn't truly believe he crossed a line with this. Even if he did missed two nights of sleep, it was still definitely worth it.

Additionally, the spell he created didn't completely obliterate the yard from Kamar-taj, so that’s a bonus.

Uh—In a sense, Maxim Primer's book really did save his life.

He could not deny that the genuine star he placed in the necklace was anything less than fucking spectacular as he grasped it in his hands. Since he has run out of ideas, he is genuinely hoping that you would like the necklace as a gift.

He was back at the Sanctum and as soon as he had finished wrapping your gift, you walked into the bedroom.

“Hey, what’s that?”Even though you were aware that it was one of the Christmas gifts, you still asked.

The small item vanished into thin air with the snap of his fingers as he turned around and grabbed your hand, pulling you ever so slightly closer to him.

“That was your gift.” A smile growed on his face as you pressed a kiss onto his lips, sweet and tender and a bit slow. Once the two of you parted, a shy smile appeared ok your face as you asked “And you’re not going to tell me what’s inside?”

“You're going to have wait till Christmas like everyone else is” he said as he clasped your hands in his and gazed into your mesmerizing eyes.

"What a pity" you uttered in a pretended sorrowful tone.

Even though the second kiss from him was equally brief as the first, it satiated both of your wants.

You let out a small laugh and Stephen thought that he was going to melt right away over how sweet you sounded.

“You’re going to need to stop because you’re going to make me spill the surprise I have for you” Stephen gave you such a loving gaze that it made your heart race.

“Would it really be that bad?” You said as you began to lightly run your finger over his chest.

“Yes, it would.” His head was now leaning over your shoulder and as he leaned closer he released your hand. A smile returned to your face as soon as Stephen's hand touched your own back. Like only a lover could, you were so close to him. You were nearby mentally as much as physically.

You knew Stephen well, he trusted you with his secrets, and you did the same. This clossness was something else, it was intimate, even though the two of you weren’t pressed to each other, bare skin on skin, you two became one. This feeling was so much more.

“So you really won’t tell me?” You asked as he hugged you tighter.

“Not even a chance darling.”

Thanks to America yelling, both of you are awake. At 8:00, you and Stephen both needed to get out of bed. The girl was so excited to be finally celebrating Christmas again after so long. Since she hasn't received gifts for six years, you, Wong, and Stephen made sure that she will be given everything she has ever wanted this year.

But of course she wanted to open the presents right away, she didn’t even want to have breakfast.

Reluctantly, you tore the warm covers off of you and got out of the cozy bed. As you two moved down the corridor, Stephen, who had already gotten out of bed, brought you a cup of coffee. You walked into the living room as you started to hold hands with him and sat down on the couch, seeing America already ripping the paper from each of her presents pretty fiercely.

While America was still concentrating on her gifts, Stephen seized the chance to snap his fingers, causing a small box covered in gold paper to materialize in his hands.

He handed you the box and said, "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

You carefully removed the golden wrapping paper and exposed a little black box. You lifted the lid to show a stunning gold necklace that had something sparkling so brightly, but you weren't sure what it was.

You were perplexed as you watched Stephen scratch the back of his neck, perhaps out of embarrassment, though there was really nothing he had to be embarrassed about.

“It’s um— a star.” He stated as he looked straight into your eyes.

“Like a real star? From our galaxy?” you looked at him as you quite didn’t believe his words.

“Yep.” Stephen said, popping the ‘p’ which gave away how nervous he actually wad.

“You’re insane.” You smiled brightly at him, not really believing what he has done as you kissed him on the cheek. “But I love it.” He then ran his hand down the lenght of your face and kissed you tenderly on your lips.

Both of you heard the sound of a camera and stopped suddenly looking at America as she grinned looking at her phone. “I hope you both know that album I was making last month, is still in need of a lot of photos.”

“How many exactly?” Stephen asked as he looked at a girl with a soft smile.

“Well the page of Christmas 2024 is literally blank right now so I can take as many as I want.” America said as she got on the floor next to where you two were standing and took a quick selfie of the three of you.

Gosh, you loved your little family, even if it was a little strange.

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[countrymusiclover]

32 - Acting like Teenagers

Part 33

Family is more than Blood

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Missy’s pov

A few days later it was finally Friday afternoon when I was waiting outside Mystic falls high school. My sister Alina was there with me. Swinging my legs back and forth sitting on one of the picnic tables I sighed where she finally broke the silence between us. “So why exactly are we outside the human high school waiting for somebody?”

“I’m waiting for Ethan. You can leave if you don’t want to be here.” I told her flipping my hair over my shoulders when I looked her way.

She sends me a half glare, gesturing to her growing belly. “Hey don’t be angry with me. I am very moody right now after this..”

According to our aunt Freya she was getting close to being five months pregnant. She was having to wear some of Jackson’s hoodies since she couldn’t fit into some of her clothes. Thankfully we could compel people not to judge that she was an eighteen year old pregnant girl. “Okay I’m sorry, Lina. I just wanted to feel normal for once given what we’ve been through the past few days.”

“Do you think mom is going to be okay now that her memories are back. I’ve never seen dad worry about the veins on her arms.” She pointed out to me tapping her fingers on her knees.

Shaking my head I wasn’t sure. “Mom’s been through hell and back. If anything she will be able to get through this. They are both tough as nails.”

“I suppose you’re right. We have to get our brave streak from somewhere. Now if you are wanting to do a party I’ll call Lizzie and see if she’s got any ideas.” Alina pulled up her phone texting the blonde Saltzman witch.

Shifting my attention away from her and her texting I saw the main school door get swung open and everyone started rushing outside happy the school day was over now. Scanning the crowd of people I shut my eyes trying to pinpoint his specific heartbeat. “Missy! Hey Alina, what are you guys doing here up here?” Ethan finally noticed us and he ran over smiling at us.

“We didn’t have class today and I couldn’t wait to see you.” I grinned sliding off the picnic table standing in front of him.

He nodded in understanding. “Nice. Who are you texting so much over there, Alina?”

“Our cousin Lizzie. It’s Friday night and we deserve to party tonight.” She responded by throwing her hands up in the air feeling embarrassed when he just stared at her. “I probably look ridiculous right. Pregnant girl wants to get her party on.”

My boyfriend shook his head in disagreement “it’s not lame at all. After getting cut from the football this morning I could use a good distraction.”

“You got cut this morning. I’m sorry I didn’t think that would happen.” I apologize to him remembering the day that he got injured because of Josie.

Alina’s phone vibrates when she reads the text out loud. “Ohhh yes! She said that we could have the party out at the old Lockwood mansion that was given to Mayor Donavan. That way there’s no way our parents or Uncle Ric can ruin our fun.”

“Cool. I’ll call some of my football buddies and see if they want to come hang.” Ethan points his thumb over his shoulder clearly excited.

Clasping my hands together I grinned at my boyfriend where I threw my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist mirroring the smile. “That sounds fun, E. I’ll text you the address later tonight.”

“I’ll see ya later M & M.” He walked away leaving us alone to watch him go find his other human friends. Wrapping my arms around my chest I smiled knowing that I had made the right decision to have him remember my secret.

My sister broke me from my trance. “I’m glad to see I was right about you two the day we met him. He’s a good little dork for you.”

“He’s not a dork, Lina.” I snapped at her.

She smirked. “Yes he is. He freaking reads comic books and gives you your own unique nickname. What else am I supposed to call that?”

“You still married the only guy you’ve ever known.” I taunted her with a hand on my hip.

My twin sticks her tongue out. “How long are you going to use that against me?”

“Let’s see I am a vampire now so…forever.” I tapped my finger on my chin in thought smirking when I finished my sentence.

She gently shoved me away. “You suck you know that. Just be lucky that I love you. Now we have a party to plan.” Extending my hand out to her she loops her hand with mine where I vamped us back to the mansion going to get the rest of our friends ready for tonight.

Raelyn’s pov

Sitting at the office desk in one of the mansions studies I sighed heavily running a hand over my forehead feeling completely exhausted. Even though vampires don’t need sleep I still felt tired after the past few days. Flipping through some pages of the book I was reading I heard someone come stand in the doorway. “Raelyn, you’ve been in here for who knows how long. Would you please inform me what you are so preoccupied with?”

“Not at the moment, Nik.” I didn’t lift my gaze up from the book slamming it closed shut with a snap of my fingers. “Grrrr. It shouldn’t be possible. I fixed the problem ages ago. I know it.”

My husband crossed the room leaning his palms on the wooden desk. “Raelyn, what are you rambling on about?”

“I saw my uncle Joshua and he warned me. He warned me that Rapunzel and Charming may have to merge like Jacob and I.” I answered his question by dropping another book on the desk that dealt with the blood relation of the Gemini family tree.

Klaus sat down on the edge of the desk, taking out his phone trying to gain my attention. “Hmm that’s odd. Alina just made a large charge on my credit card.”

“Yeah I heard her tell Hope about having a party at the old Lockwood house later tonight.” I replied, racking a hand through my loose hair.

Klaus sent me a half glare. “You’re telling me you knew about this and you did nothing to stop them. That doesn’t sound like you.”

“They're grown adults. I am currently trying to save our young twins even though I am certain that the blood spill I used years ago was supposed to protect any set of twins from our blood from merging. The only ones not spared were Lizzie and Josie.” Hitting my fists on the desk my sleeves had fallen down giving my husband the opportunity to see that the black veins were still there meaning I hadn't placed the Hollow's magic back into the white oak.

Klaus reached across the table snagging my wrist in his grasp. “Rae, look at me for a second.”

“Hmmm.” I made a noise lifting my gaze up to his blue orbs.

He replied to me. “I say we go out tonight. You and I. Crash our teenagers party. Take some alcohol and maybe sample some fresh blood.”

“They're kids. We can’t crash a party.” I told him, shaking my head. “Besides, we have to watch Henrik, Charming and Rapunzel.”

My husband snapped his fingers. “I already took care of that problem. Anticipating our children I asked Damon and Elena to watch them. Given that your brother and Hayley are out on a date tonight.”

“How the hell did you pull that off? Can they be compelled cause I swear they'd take vervain “ Leaning back in the desk chair I tapped my fingers on the old wood.

Klaus stands in front of me offering his hand to pull me up and out of the chair. “I agreed to pay for their kid’s school bills. But that shouldn’t be for a few years since they are only in elementary school. Now come on Raelyn.”

I changed into some ripped blue jeans, a bright red sleeved top with my hair slightly curled. I paired it with some short black boots. Klaus chose to wear his old gray and black jacket that he wore before we made our home in New Orleans. We walked in hand and hand seeing the mansion filled with teenagers dancing and bumping around drinking. “Remind me again why we came here?”

“Because we deserve a night out on the town. And because I have been morning in pain not having you at my side for days. So I’d like to take the win and spend the night with the woman I love.” Klaus turned to face me cradling my face in his freehand and squeezing our intertwined hands together.

Clicking my tongue I smiled up into his blue orbs. “Aren’t you a romantic, Mr. Hybrid. I only have one warning for you.”

“And what is that, heretic queen?” He asked, leaning down when I raised myself up on my toes.

Hitting my nose with his I giggling pulling my hand out of his. “Be prepared to accept defeat at beer pong.” I vanished into the crowd and the hybrid just chuckled as she left him standing there. For he had missed her very prescience that consumed his very being. And now he wouldn’t miss another moment.

I wasn’t sure how long we had been playing the game. But the kids we were playing with were close to passing out drunk. Raising a glass of wine to my mouth I downed almost half of it. “Alright Nikky, it’s your turn. But there’s only two cups on our side to your.. .five.”

“Don’t think you’ve won just yet.” He warned me by throwing the ball without bouncing it on the table so it landed right in the center cup.

Glaring at him I raised the cup drinking all the bourbon that we had poured into it. Lowering the cup I gagged at the same opportunity to hear cheering coming from the wine cellar in the basement. Pinpointing out our daughter's voices. “I can’t believe our parents are here.”

“Dad, probably saw the credit card charge.” Alina reported scolding her older sister. “Or somebody’s boyfriend blabbed to him.”

Landon nervously chuckles. “Hey has anybody ever done Never have I Ever and Truth or Dare?”

“That sounds like fun.” Ethan chimed in where I finally stopped listening in on their conversation.

Nik came over to me after the teenagers playing with us had left. He held the cup of bourbon in his hand and I sat down my cup feeling his freehand on my lower back. “We will mess with their fun in a few hours. I think we need far more drinks than what we have had.” He took my hand and we went in the direction of the kitchen.

Missy’s pov

We had decided to break away from the others at our school that we had invited to this party. That meant that it was me, Ethan, Alina, Jackson, Landon, Hope and finally Andrea all hanging out in the basement. It became our own little clubhouse area. “Never have I ever pulled an all-nighter.”

“Oh geez.” Ethan covered his face with his freehand while taking a drink from his red solo cup.

I turned my head at him. “When did that happen?”

“It was like an initiation into being on the football team. Conor wanted to find out who the weak team members were.” He explained simply,

Landon sat up holding out his cup to the center circle. “Never have I ever drank alcohol before I was 21.”

“Seriously Landon, that's everyone in this room.” Alina scolded him after taking a drink along with everybody else playing the game.

Jackson, who had his arm draped over Alina’s shoulder, raised his glass. “Never have I gone skinny-dipping?” My sister Alina slowly takes a sip from her cup causing me and Hope to gasp in shock.

“When did that happen and why didn’t we know about this before tonight?” Hope gasped.

She shrugged her shoulders, laying her head against her werewolf husband’s chest. “Possibly on our second date before he officially met mom and dad. And you can’t say anything but we got a little excited that night and I’m surprised he didn’t get me pregnant that night.”

“You took her virginity before you were married!” Andra nearly choked on her words.

Ethan made a look of confusion eyeing my twin and Jackson who sat across from us. It was a lot to just explain all the supernatural creatures that lived in this town. I hadn’t had time to explain the whole Mikaelson / Lane family details that he didn’t know about yet. “Wait a minute. Are you two married because you love each other or are you together because you got her pregnant?”

“Because we love each other, man.” Jackson answered the question.

The human boy in our group didn’t seem convinced. “I’m just asking because I don’t get why two teenagers are married but only one of you has had other relationships before you were married.”

“Ethan, you want to talk about odd relationships. We should talk about who is the weirdest supernatural creature in the room. I vote for Landon.” Andrea got up to her feet pointing her index finger at the curly haired boy,

Hope glared at her. “Why do you say that, Andrea? You know what, let's get back to the game. I dare you to chug hot sauce for 30 seconds.”

“No, I think it would be cool to hear that all supernatural creatures are here with me.” Ethan shrugs his shoulders, actually curious.

I raised my hand starting off the list. “I’m the only heretic besides my mother. Half witch half vampire..oh wait there’s aunt Valerie too.”

“Team were witches.” Alina raised her hand so Andrea and her high fived each other including Jackson.

Landon held up his hand. “Only phoenix.”

“Tribrid. Hybrid of three different creatures beat that!” Hope teased them by downing almost all the alcohol in her cup.

Running a hand through my hair I did my best to change the game back to what it was before we switched the subject. “Howl like a wolf to the moon, Ethan.” I eyed my boyfriend who got to his feet about to do what I suggested to him until Jackson spoke up.

“Hold on, Missy. I don’t think we’ve asked the very obvious question yet. Who here is still a virgin in all of our relationships?”

“Oh Jack.” Alina scolded him.

He chuckled, not backing down. “I dare them all to answer it since we know we both aren’t.”

“I’ll put it out there man as long as you don’t tell the guys on the Mystic High football team.” Ethan was the first to admit it, sending me a half smile as if he was worried I would out him.

Taking a long sip of my drink I wasn’t comfortable giving that out even though everyone in this room was either family or close friends. “I still am one. Sorry I didn’t tell you that yet, E.” I apologized before he placed his hand in mine.

“Fine. I ain’t slept with anyone either.” Hope blurts it out, getting to her face and heading towards the stairs to leave. “I’m getting us more alcohol.”

Landon nervously chuckles against the somewhat tense silence in the room that had been created. He leans back in the chair he was sitting in shifting his attention around. “Is anybody still open to Truth or Dare?”

“I think we should try and trick our parents. Specifically our father.” I smirked, getting a good idea in the back of my mind.

Ethan and Landon sent me a horrified look. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, he's totally cool with it.” Alina responded, acting so much like our father than the rest of his kids did in the room.

Andrea throws her hands up in the air. “I’ve got an idea but we need to buy a Santa Claus hat and beard.”

“Ah I see where she’s going. Plus we’ll need to put it on him when he’s asleep.” Jackson leaned forward in his seat, interested in the plan.

Landon froze up and I could hear his heartbeat quickening up. “Wait a second, who exactly is putting the Santa hat on him while he sleeps?”

“Obviously you and Ethan.” Andrea sniped at him.

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck but he calmed down when I placed my hand in his other. “Why exactly is it just the two of us? Why not include Jackson too?”

“It’s a right of passage in this family. Jackson already faced him when he asked for Alina’s hand in marriage and he didn’t get killed over it.” I clasped my hands together turning around in a circle so both of the newbie boyfriends would understand what they were up against. “Our mother is totally okay with us dating any boy. It’s our father you have to worry about.”

“What have you got them into now?” Hope shut the door with her food coming back down the stairs carrying an unopened bottle of liquor.

Andrea finished the contents of her cup. “Simple the “Can They Survive Klaus Mikaelson Test”. If they come out of it alive then they have proven they are worthy to end up with a Mikaelson daughter.”

“Most importantly somebody better get it on recording.” I added laughing along with my sisters and cousin. The face reactions from my boyfriend and Landon were priceless.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[dogboyjackkennedy]

thinking. about the way i write Dee.

like, think about it: she probably spent the most time around Jack when she was alive, since we know Peter moved out at some point, and that means that Jack would've been the main guy taking care of her. we all know how Jack is. who's to say he didn't rub off on her a bit?

(also thinking about how she said "I didn't go down easily the first time, either!" and "To call my death clean would be to call Fredbear "big-boned."" because. It Gives Me Thoughts.)

like. i always project onto her a little bit. she gives off the vibes that she would've been a "weird girl" (read: autistic) when she was alive. like, she's generally off to herself, she's generally off doing odd things during recess, like watching cool bugs move around or swinging by herself while humming. sometimes she just kinda. stands around and watches everyone else. not because she's trying to be creepy, she just finds it fun. (< i did the "Stand To The Side And Watch Everyone Else Play" thing when i was little. also the swinging.)

she'll stare off into space for several minutes, and it concerns quite literally Everyone else besides Peter and Jack ('cause they Also do that). she'll just sit down and happily draw cats and Nothing Else for like an hour and she'll be like "ooo that was fun! :D"

she fidgets with her scarf when she's overwhelmed or nervous. she kicks her legs under the table. she hums various nursery rhymes.

and now, onto Dee being Chaotic As Hell!

i think Jack lets her swear. with permission. i mean, canonically speaking, she has sworn before, and has no problems with others swearing around her. like, imagine this five-year-old girl, all dressed up nice, just talking to you about cats like "so yeah, I think cats are cool as FUCK-"

given that this was still during a time where young girls were taught/expected to be nice, polite, quiet, and just generally not draw attention to themselves. Dee fits most of these...but she has to remind herself to be polite, because dear lord, is it hard to not call people assholes to their faces sometimes-

Jack would sometimes take her to work at the Diner, and she'd have to (as nicely as possible) make it clear to Henry that she wanted to be left the fuck alone. she doesn't trust this man, and she doesn't want to interact with him more than she has to.

(also, fun fact! my headcanon is that Dee fought back hard as she was being murdered. we're talking kicking, scratching, and biting Henry. and when i say bite, i don't mean she gives a moderate-strength bite that leaves a temporary-ish mark, i mean she bites him hard enough to break the skin.)

and i think this would extend to after her death! Dee knocking stuff off of tables like a cat while making eye contact with Henry and/or Dave! her just causing general chaos as a ghost!!

like, didn't Henry basically say that he was trying to trap Dee because she was causing so many problems? how much trouble was she causing in the short time between her death and when Henry basically forced her to possess the Puppet? apparently enough to where he went "Yeah, we need to take care of this, like, as soon as fucking possible."

like!! give me chaotic Dee!! she deserves it!!

#dsaf #dee kennedy #like. Dee's always given me Calmly Chaotic Child vibes. maybe it's just me. but that's the vibes i got #also. i have just kinda projected my autism onto all of the Kennedy siblings. #Dee is basically me when i was younger but if i were like 10% more chaotic #anyway. Dee my beloved <3

[invisibleraven]

Fluff dialogue prompt 1, sweet tarts

"Reginald you are just exhausting."

Reggie heard that phrase more times than he could even count throughout his life. From his mom when he wanted to tell her about his day. From teachers when he got hyper fixated on certain facts or books. Friends who didn't care about the interesting bug or flower he found. Partners who didn't care about all the Star Wars trivia he knew.

So Reggie retreated, became quiet, determined to not be exhausting, to keep those few people important to him close. Sure his friends were his band mates and they were happy to discuss music the whole day long. Well, not Luke when it came to country, but Julie liked Dolly and Shania well enough, so that was fine.

He still has fears about his friends getting tired of him though. Finding a bassist who's better, who cracks less jokes, who isn't Reggie.

His therapist tells him that the people in his past didn't deserve him, and that no one in their right mind would ever tire of him, but he kinda pays Dr. Butler to say that kind of stuff, so it's a but of a harder pill to swallow.

So when he starts dating Carrie, that fear rears up once more. Carrie is the daughter of a literal millionaire musician. She's met celebrities and influencers the world over. She has signed copies of albums from artists Reggie would give his eye teeth to own. Her house is a mansion with honest to goodness servants.

Reggie isn't sure what he can offer her compared to all that given he's a decent bassist for an up and coming band with a high school diploma and an okay eye for photos in his back pocket.

But Carrie is kind of into him? Like she laughs at his corny jokes, sits through his terrible sci-fi movies with rapt attention, and is delighted when he shares random trivia with her. Especially when they're just watching Jeopardy and he sweeps the game time after time.

"You should go on there for real," she says one evening as he gets the Daily Double when none of the contestants do. "You could probably win enough to pay for five demos and Luke would love you forever."

"Nah, I couldn't stand the pressure," Reggie replies. "Plus I'd rather watch it here with you. Unless... are you tired of watching it? Or of me answering all the questions?"

"What? No!" Carrie replies adamantly. "Baby I love how smart you are and how you know all this weird, cool stuff. I love that you make me laugh and treat me like a regular person, not like I can do things for you because of who I am. I can be myself around you, which is something so rare and special to me." She cuddles into him then, pressing a tender kiss to the underside of his jaw. "I love how you love me, so sweet and tender and like I'm precious. Believe me, I will never be tired of you.”

Reggie tilts her head up at that, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes and he dives in to kiss her, a deep passionate kiss that makes his head spin, but with the underlying sweetness she had just praised him for.

They break apart eventually, foreheads resting against one another as their noses nuzzled. "I don't think I could ever get tired of you either," Reggie whispered.

"Good," Carrie said. "Because you're never getting rid of me." Then she let out a small yawn. "I am tired though. Take me to bed?"

Reggie grinned and whooped as he gathered her into a bridal carry, bouncing them off to his room, Carrie's laughter echoing through the hallways as he did.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

[dragondemoness]

Ultimate Cuteness Reader - Ultra Despair Girls Edition (Story Mode)

Komaru Naegi, a normal girl who was trapped in a city of despair.

Given only a hacking gun to defend herself, she was forced to navigate the roads of Towa City, despite the fear that flowed through her veins.

After running into some trouble with the Monokumas, she met the Ultimate Writing Prodigy, Toko Fukawa, and they joined together to save Byakuya Togami.

They didn’t get along too well, given Toko’s prickly nature, but they managed for a little while.

But as they were patrolling the streets, they heard a scream from the corner.

“AGH! What are these things?!”

They sped over there to find three Monokumas cornering a frightened teenager with a rather adorable appearance.

Komaru shot them with a break bullet and they crumbled to the ground, little more than mechanical scraps.

“Are you okay?!” Komaru rushed over to them and helped them to their feet.

“G-Geez, you didn’t waste any time,” Toko remarked.

The teenager shyly smiled and nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for the help.”

Taking a closer look at them, they had messy, dull pink hair, and their clothes were cutesy and ruffled in appearance. In their hand, they held a rugged stuffed rabbit that was rather dirty. On their wrist, they had the same bracelet those awful children placed on Komaru’s wrist.

“Oh. My. God. You are so cute!!” Komaru squealed, suddenly with the energy of a young child. “What’s your name? Where are you from? What are you doing out here? Poor thing, you must’ve been terrified!”

“G-Give them room to breathe, Komaru, geez...” The older girl said.

They chuckled awkwardly, overwhelmed by the sudden attention. ”I’m (Name) (Last Name). I sort of escaped here after the tragedy.”

“Y-Your name sounds familiar... Did you g-go to Hope’s Peak Academy?” Toko asked.

They nodded. “Uh-huh. I was in the 77th class. My talent was the Ultimate Cuteness.”

“Ahhh I love that! It’s perfect for you!” The younger girl squealed again.

“Tch... What a s-stupid idea... How did the principal accept that as a talent?” Toko groaned.

“Hey! Back off, Toko! They’re perfectly deserving of the title!”

They awkwardly cleared their throat, temporarily interrupting their bickering.

“Um... What are your names?”

“I’m Komaru Naegi!” She smiled brightly.

“I-I’m Toko... Fukawa.”

“Oh, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy, right? That’s so cool! I’ve read one of your books before,” the Ultimate Cuteness said with stars in their eyes.

“Heh... I b-bet all my works are way too advanced for your ch-childish tastes. What do you read, picture books?”

Komaru smacked her arm with a glare.

“Aaanyway, why don’t you tag along with us? It’s not a good idea to stay here on your own, and you’re just way too cute to leave behind!” She offered with a smile.

“O-Oh, are you sure? I wouldn’t wanna bother you...”

“Not at all! We would love to have you!”

“Wh-What are you, an idiot? We j-just met them, and-”

“Shush! Shut up! We are keeping this.” Komaru hissed, gesturing towards them.

Toko sighed. “Fine, why not. You can c-come if you want.”

The Ultimate Cuteness smiled and clapped their hands together. “Yay! I won’t get in your way, I promise!”

Komaru squealed and threw her arms around them, causing them to stiffen up. “Welcome to the team, (Name)! We’re gonna get along just fine!”

They froze for a moment, then chuckled shyly. “Thanks.”

With that, the three of them left the area.

As they walked together, Komaru explained why they were there and who they were looking for.

Then Komaru pointed out the bracelet on their wrist.

“Oh, this? I got caught by a bunch of children, and they put this on me.”

“Seriously? That happened to me too!” Komaru said with a look of fear.

“They’re so unsettling,” they continued with a shiver. “they call themselves the ‘Warriors of Hope,’ hellbent on getting rid of the adults in the city and achieving their ‘paradise.’“

"’Paradise?’“ Komaru echoed.

They nodded. “Uh-huh. I’m not sure what it means, but they think the adults are standing in their way, so they’re gonna get rid of all of them.”

“What the hell are you t-two on about?” Toko questioned. 

“There are a group of kids in this city that are killing adults,” the Ultimate Cuteness explained. “Apparently, they’re trying to achieve ‘paradise.’”

“Paradise? Wh-What the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know, but we’re gonna have to stop them at some point. They’re way more dangerous than they look,’ the Ultimate Cuteness continued.

“Wh-Who cares about a bunch of kids?! Master Byakuya is far more important!”

“Master?” They tilted their head to the side. Komaru simply shrugged her shoulders at them. 

Now joined by a new teammate, Toko and Komaru continued their journey to save Byakuya Togami. Unfortunately, that would be much more difficult to attain than they expected. 

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa ultra despair girls #komaru naegi x reader #toko fukawa x reader #ultimate cuteness reader #ultimate cuteness series

[aurora567]

Little Mouse Ch. 12

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: Rin is stuck hiding away with the league.

Word count: 6548

Last Chapter. Next Chapter

It wasn’t even a minute after Rin had run from the main room that Spinner and Magne had walked in. They had passed the rather upset woman in the hallway as they made their way to the main area to see what food remained. The view that greeted the two was Toga standing over Dabi glaring down at him. Even Mr. Compress wasn’t far off.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Spinner asked, looking between the unhappy blonde girl and the unpleasant looking Dabi who was getting an earful from the pissed off kid.

“Dabi had made a rather rude comment to Rin. She deserved it,” came the split answer that Twice gave.

“I didn’t say anything that bad,” the dark haired man barked, glaring over at Twice who was standing by Magne and Spinner.

“It was incredibly rude Dabi. First you shouldn’t go around telling people about your sex life. You not only told people something she saw as personal but then you also called her a slut,” Toga growled at the man as she leaned over him as he had remained sitting on the floor not a care given.

Magne gasped softly, surprised to learn that was what nearly had the woman in tears when she had run past the two in the hall. After all, sure they all knew Dabi could be an ass but even this sounded like a new low for the man.

“Did you two see where Rin ran off too when you passed her?” Mr. Compress asked, turning his attention from Dabi to his two fellow villains.

“The poor thing was so upset she didn’t answer when I called out to her. She just took off down the hall. She probably just went straight and out the back door,” Magne said with a bit of a worried look on her face.

“I’ll go see if I can find her,” Mr. Compress said, leaving the group to glare at Dabi as he headed out the same door and hopefully taking the same path the woman had during her upset state.

Rin had ran from the room struggling to hold back tears. Her body hurt both physically and mentally. She knew Dabi was an asshole, so why did she let him do this to her? Why did she love him so much that his words would hurt her so much? Her vision blurred as tears silently ran down her cheeks as she struggled to resist the urge to just break down and cry.

She didn’t even notice when she rushed out a door and was hit with cool fresh air. It was dark out. How long had they been hiding out in that warehouse? She honestly didn’t know. Time over the last couple weeks was just a jumbled mess. It made it impossible for her to know even what day it was.

She paused and blinked around the alley way she was standing in as she paused gasping for air softly as she struggled not to sound like she had just ran a marathon. Staggering over she found herself leaning against the wall beside the door. She slowly slid down the wall and pulled her knees in towards herself before she curled up into a ball. Her forehead rested on the top of her knees as she softly struggled not to continue crying.

She heard the door beside her eventually open and close. Of course she couldn’t be given any privacy, someone always had to be watching her. They truly didn’t trust her as they apparently sent someone out to get her. That only stirred the anger in her stomach.

“Go away,” was the growl she gave assuming it was Dabi who had come to drag her back. She was surprised with the voice that gave a chuckle at her rough greeting. All she knew was that it was not Dabi who had come to fetch her.

“Well that’s not a very warm greeting. But after what happened I won’t take your harsh words to heart,” the words where lighthearted hell he laughed when she snapped at him but surely with the group of some less than polite people Mr. Compress probably heard worse spoken to him.

“Sorry I thought you were someone else,” she said softly as she picked her head up to glance over at the masked man as he moved to lean against the wall beside her.

“That’s understandable,” the man said as he simply leaned against the wall and then remained silent as the two remained silent till a sudden hiccup broke the silence.

“Here,” Mr. Compress before pulling a tissue from his sleeve. To be honest it really only reminded Rin of a typical trick some birthday party magician may do. And yet maybe it was that thought that brought the ever so soft smile to her lips.

“Thanks,” she said softly, taking the tissue and drying her cheeks and eyes before giving her nose a small blow.

“So did you lose a Rock Paper Scissors bet and had to come get me?” She asked her tone a little bitter. She couldn’t see his face thanks to that annoying mask otherwise she would have noticed the surprised look that crossed his face.

“No. Heavens, what made you think that?” He asked, looking down at her.

“Maybe it’s the fact that I’m not an actual league member? I’m not a comrade in arms in this little rebellious army Shigaraki is making. I’m a captive. Unable to return home now even if I could. Stuck here dealing with everything,” she growled. It seemed her temper had still not completely simmered off.

“Huh? But you’re a member if you ask anyone,” that was really the best he could say at the moment. She wasn’t completely wrong. She wasn’t a villain like the rest of them. She couldn’t willingly leave. And as such she had limited control over her own life and it seemed that stress was taking a toll as the woman remained a curled up ball against the wall. She truly made him think.

“Okay so you may be correct. You're not like the rest of us. And yet that doesn’t stop you from caring for us. Otherwise while everyone was knocked out you wouldn’t have watched over everyone trying to wake them and caring for them when you couldn’t. You haven’t ran off, or even tried to. Sure you may not have many chances but you are not forced to care for us, worry about us or even try to be friendly with us. That has earned you some respect among the members. Dabi is just an asshole. Try not to let his word get to you,” well Rin never expected such warm words from the man she saw as some overzealous backyard magician. But then again this just went to prove the man behind the mask was clearly not stupid.

“Thanks. I’m happy you don’t sugar coat things. Though it doesn’t stop me from being upset over the turn of events,” she grumbled softly, still unhappy but it was hard to take out her anger on the man standing beside her.

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” he hummed softly at her which oddly was still rather reassuring for some reason she couldn’t put her finger on.

“Thanks,” she said simply as she was now resting her chin on the top of her knees looking at the wall across the alley way from her.

With that the duo remained silent once again though it didn’t feel nearly as heavy as it had been earlier. This silence was more welcoming and even a little calming as Rin was now able to relax a little as she took a few deep breaths. Not that she was able to get those feelings off her chest she felt better at least for the moment. She was finally starting to relax now that her little meltdown was over.

“Are you ready to head back in?” Mr. Compress asked as his eyes remained watching her every move as he noticed her body finally relaxing a little.

“Not really but we shouldn’t stay out here any longer,” she said, forcing herself to her feet. She felt exhausted. But she knew with the masked man standing in the alley if someone walked past and recognized him that would be a problem.

“Alright then let's head back inside,” he said, watching her as she forced herself to her feet and headed for the door she had gone rushing out of earlier. Though it was clear she was dragging her feet Rin did lead the way back to the main room of the warehouse.

At that moment she felt rather disgusted. What she wouldn’t give for a chance to shower. Or even better, a nice hot bath. A good soak sounded so amazing as she squared her shoulders and walked into the room. Rin knew better than to look weak among these people. She already had been too weak before, so she couldn’t let them see her so vulnerable.

“Hey Mr. Compress. I imagine this is a long shot but is there any chance there’s a shower or something in this place?” She asked, looking over at the man who still remained walking beside her.

“There is actually. The place was being renovated before we had to crash here earlier than planned. There is at least a fully functional bathroom, Though I can not say if it has any of the typical necessities,” he said honestly. Which was surprising, it was wonderful to hear but still surprising. Though now Rin just had one issue. Clean clothes! Quickly bright green eyes were glancing around looking for the cloud of smoke that was always glued to Shigaraki’s side like a shadow. Of course he was spotted talking with Shigaraki over something or another. She didn’t care as she walked up to the two.

“Kurogiri, may I ask you for a favour?” She asked as she was walking up to the cloud of smoke even as she could feel Shigaraki’s eyes boring holes into her.

“That depends on if it is something I can do for you,” the cloud of smoke was always so formal and rigid. She could only pray that he would not shoot down her request.

“I would like to portal myself into the apartment where I and Dabi were living in. I need five minutes to grab some things such as towels, bath supplies and anything else I can carry with me. The hero’s did not appear to know me or Dabi so that must mean they don’t know where we were staying. The location should be safe long enough for me to gather whatever I can carry and return,” she knew it was a stretch. They probably wouldn’t send her alone but she didn’t care. She wanted her bath stuff and clean clothes. She watched as the cloud of smoke seemed to be thinking over her request.

“Five minutes is all I’ll offer for the portal being open. And I’ll send someone with you. Hmm Mr. Compress please go with Miss Rin and help her gather her belongings before she returns,” oh wow she truly didn’t expect that Kurogiri would agree to her request. But that made her rather happy and she didn’t even care that someone was being sent with her to babysit her. If anything it actually made her job easier. Giving Mr. Compress the job of grabbing Dabi at least a few clothes and once done it he had time to clean out some of the food from the kitchen.

And with that the portal was opened and the two and they were quick to step in. Before appearing in the living room. Rin didn’t hesitate once she stepped through the portal. The plan was to divide and conquer and that’s what they did, each taking up a different room to grab everything they could in the short amount of time. Rin had hit the bathroom first quickly just scooping everything soaps and all into a bag. So she could head to her bedroom and gather up some clothes. As she grabbed things from the drawers she paused coming across the lingerie that Toga had bought her. Sorry Toga, it seems your gift isn’t going to get any use at all.

With her hands full of bags she was quick to find Mr. Compress waiting in the living room. Without a word the two headed into the portal. Rin’s hands where full while Mr. Compress had barely anything in the two bags in his hands. But oh well Rin didn’t expect much from Dabi’s room aside from booze and drugs she wasn’t even sure the man owned more than one outfit. Once she walked back into the warehouse she asked Compress to show her to the bathroom. Now that she had clothes and toiletries she could get herself nice and cleaned up.

Getting a chance to shower was rather wonderful. Rin was able to scrub the dirt and grime off her body as well as the smell of her burnt clothes from Bakugou’s explosions. She was going to have to throw those pants out but at least her skin was unmarked. The kids' control was still amazing even as Rin looked down at her legs as the shower water ran down her body. Her skin was completely unmarked from the powerful explosions. The same couldn’t be said for the small bruises and marks left around her hips from Dabi’s tight grip earlier. She stood under the water of the shower till the water went cold and she was forced to turn it off.

Slowly she stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a towel she had snagged that she had washed before everything happened. At least she was now able to get nice and clean that helped a little but still she wanted to just curl up in a ball in the makeshift bathroom and not leave. But she knew that wouldn’t get her anywhere. For now she had to remain strong. But it still weighed on her shoulders. She needed to decide what she was going to do. She wasn’t and could never be a bad person. She couldn’t agree with their ideas. But it was also clear just walking back into her old life was no longer an option either. She was a wanted criminal now even if she had not actually done a single illegal thing.

Now dressed, with her hair still wet she opened the door ready to return to where everyone seemed to spend the vast majority of the day. Of course to her displeasure it seemed someone had been waiting outside the bathroom for her to leave.

“Leave me alone,” Was the instant growl she gave the man who was leaning against the wall across from the door.

“Hello to you too princess,” of course Dabi would give her a greeting as if what had happened earlier no longer existed. She had to once again resist the urge to want to strike the man in anger but she refused to allow herself to fall to his level. Instead she chose to give the man the silent treatment. It may have been childish but it sounded better than turning into someone who struck others in anger.

And of course Dabi didn’t take being ignored well as he growled at her and pushed off the wall quickly the second she had turned and started walking down the hall without another word to him. And of course in his irritated state he made the mistake of reaching out to grab her arm and stop her. Now Rin had no issues stopping, turning and slapping his hand away. Her emerald green eyes were hard and full of anger. She had not forgiven him and she wasn't about to either.

“Touch me again and you won't have any fingers left on that hand,” Was the threat she gave no longer caring if she did break his hand even though she tried hard to rein her temper in. Instead of being greeted with a wide sadistic grin like she expected she instead watched the man's lips pull tightly into a firm line. Well that was not the reaction she expected from the man who seemed to love making her life a living hell.

“Look I need to talk to you,” He growled softly, though she didn't feel that his irritation was completely directed at her. Now this had piqued the woman's attention. What could he have to say that would make the man completely do a 360 change?

“Well then spit it out,” She said, still less than pleased as she crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him growl at her.

“I’m trying to now just shut the fuck up,” Was that a ting of colour she was watching splash across his cheeks? Now was it in embarrassment or anger? But she remained silent simply arching a delicate eyebrow in asking him what the hell was so important he stopped her in the hall, had not yet physically assaulted her yet and apparently had something important to say.

“Look! don’t let this go to your head. You're annoying as hell and stupidly sensitive. I apparently said something stupid I shouldn’t of. You shouldn't take things so personal,” This sounded like a poor attempt at an apology. But considering she imagined the man had never actually had to apologize to someone before she doubted it was easy for him. Still she wasn't about to just forgive him so he could go back to using her as his own personal punching bag or fuck toy.

“I don’t forgive you,” She said bluntly before turning and heading back to the main room. Of course her actions irritated Dabi as he tried to reach for her. But of course she expected that and shot a glare over her shoulder that actually had the man stop his attempted assault. She had not been bluffing; she would break every finger of the next hand of his that touched her. And it seemed he had finally taken the hint.

“Hold on a second. I’m attempting to do the right thing and you're just going to brush it off like that?” was the growl he gave as he stomped after her down the hall as she continued to walk.

“Yes! You're not sincere. You don't even understand what you did wrong. I am not yours to do as you please with. You can not keep throwing me around and doing whatever you want. Go find someone else to be your punching bag,” Not she had stopped and turned on her heel coming face to face with the man who nearly collided with her not expecting her to turn on him.

“So if I actually apologize will you forgive me?” He asked, nearly sounding like he had not heard a word of hers.

“No. You want to apologize. Then prove it. Prove you will leave me the fuck alone,” She snarled at him. Which just had the man frown more. He didn’t like that. He didn’t think he could leave her alone. He oddly always wanted to be around her, he enjoyed the feeling of her body against his. And he loved this feisty side of her.

“And what if I can’t leave you alone?” His question was so softly spoken she didn't even think she heard him right.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked hoping she had heard him wrong. It seemed Dabi took her words to heart a little as she demanded he show his intentions not just try to tell her. His lips met hers before she could even step back from him. But this time it wasn’t a harsh kiss of clashing teeth and tongues. No this time his lips were much kinder, softer this kiss was not the same as all the others he had ever given her. And it probably would have stayed that way had she not panicked and stepped back from the man. Shock filled her face but before anything else could be said she turned and actually ran from the man. That was not what she had expected. That kiss was so soft, so kind, so unlike Dabi and it genuinely scared her. She couldn't even care that she had left the man standing there in the hall watching her run from him while he remained standing frozen in the hall.

Rin had completely run from Dabi and he didn’t even chase after her as she expected him to in anger. But maybe if she had looked back at some point maybe she would have seen the mixture of surprise, hurt and confusion that crossed the man's face as he stood there watching her run from him.

Rin ran till she returned to the main room. In which case she proceeded to try and find a corner to hide in as she attempted to comprehend what had just happened? That kiss was different, it was nothing like normal Dabi. The kiss was slow, it wasn’t a harsh clash of tongue, lips and teeth. Hell she could almost call it a loving kiss. Had it been anyone else she would have easily admitted that’s what it was, a gentle loving kiss. But she doubted Dabi even knew what love was, nor how to even try and express it. No, she must have miss read the kiss. It was just another way for Dabi to try and manipulate her. It was the only thing she could think of that would make sense for not only his bad apology but also for the sensual kiss.

The red head could do nothing but want to rip her hair out as she tried to remain hidden away from everyone. She hated the idea of prying eyes watching her as she struggled not to have a complete mental breakdown. She also felt the need to be left alone as well and Toga for sure would stick to her the second she spotted the red head. So now it was becoming a little bit of a hide and seek as Rin tried to hide herself from everyone else while at the same time not actually disappearing.

How long had she spent curled up against the wall in the corner hoping to hide herself behind a crate. She was sure she looked like a mess as she struggled not to have a complete mental breakdown. If anyone did spot her it seemed they were nice enough to leave the poor girl alone before her growling stomach had finally forced her to stand up and look around from behind the crate. It seemed half the league was missing at the time being. But then again the warehouse wasn’t exactly small so the rest could be all over the place. Or those who were stupid could of left. She wouldn’t put it past some of them. She had quickly spotted Shigaraki and Kurogiri as the pale haired man was sitting on a crate scratching away at the skin of his neck.

Rin sighed softly at the sight of the blood red skin and the angry welts the man’s blunt nails where even leaving on his skin. She walked towards the two men who were talking. Oddly enough Shigaraki wasn’t completely growling at the man though the two stopped mid sentence once they spotted the woman approach them.

“Sorry to interrupt. Please continue. Though I would like to tend to your scratches,” she said softly, her eyes glancing down for a second to his neck.

“I do not need your help,” was the growl she got from the man. She had to resist the urge to sigh and roll her eyes at the annoying man child.

“You are bleeding. This place is not exactly perfectly clean. We can not afford for you to get sick or worse an infection,” she said softly, remaining calm even when those bloodshot eyes glared hard at her. If looks could kill and she was sure he would have killed her already if it wouldn’t inconvenience him.

“Shigaraki, she has a point. You should clean and bandage your neck,” the cloud of smoke was quick to add to her aid. Which only seemed to make the man scratch all that more aggressive. It almost reminded her of a nervous tic but instead of biting his nails he scratched the skin on his neck off.

“Fine, just get it over and done with,” he growled at her before she looked over at Kurogiri asking if they even had any disinfectant and bandages. Of course the cloud of smoke was happy to oblige and left her alone with the man. Well damn she would have gone and gotten the bandages herself if she knew she was going to be standing there in front of the man alone.

She wasn’t sure what to do or say to the man who was rather intently glaring down at her as she stood there before she sighed and moved to sit beside him all the while trying not to glance at his hand that was ripping and clawing at his own skin.

“What has you so stressed?” She asked softly her tone so quiet she wasn’t even sure if he had heard her. But with the glare she received she was sure he was about to bite her head off for the question.

“Everything. Those damn heroes interrupted my recruiting moment. They destroyed my bar,” he was quick to start rambling about the last couple days. Seemed she was not the only one who was unhappy with the current situation.

He was still ranting and raving even as Kurogiri returned, handing her the basic little first aid kit he had been able to find. Though as she was sorting through the first aid kit she paused for a second as a name she was unfamiliar was mentioned.

“Giran?” she questionably repeated the name she suddenly heard Shigaraki mention.

“Yeah where the hell is he? Some broker he is. He should have given us a heads up,” Or so the rambling continued. It was a bit confusing but it seemed he was someone Shigaraki turned to for information of some kind. With that she simply took a cotton ball dabbed in some disinfectant before she reached over and carefully pressed the cotton ball against the open skin. Of course the man growled and even slapped her hand with the back of his. Though she was pretty sure that reflex was simply one due to pain and surprise and he had not meant the action out of being rude. Or at least she had hoped he didn’t but the glare she was receiving wasn’t helping in trying to think he wasn’t being an ass.

“That stings,” the man growled. He sounded like a child complaining after they scraped their knee and their mother was tending to them.

“I have to disinfect the open wounds or there becomes a risk of infection,” she said softly, taking on her professional face as she informed him she had to do it. Of course like a child he complained and bitched. But she paid it no attention, at least he didn’t slap her hand away as he just sat there complaining like the overgrown child he was.

The work didn’t take long as Kurogiri at least seemed to try and distract the man with talks of what sounded like their next plan. Apparently the UA students that Shigaraki was watching so closely were going for their provincial licenses. Which was rather impressive, they were still first years. She didn’t even try till her second year and she didn’t pass on her first attempt. And also UA always had the disadvantage every year. After all every one targeted them since the sports festival highlighted the students making it easy to do some homework on those competing. And everyone aimed to take on the ones they felt had the disadvantage. Though UA wasn’t a top school for nothing there were always those students who kicked butt and still came out on top. But would first years be able to do that? She had her doubts.

The plan seemed simple enough, Toga was to use her quirk and slip into a different class attending the test. And attack a particular student, someone named Midoriya Izuku. Why exactly Shigaraki was almost obsessed with the kid she wasn’t sure. So sure the plan seemed simple enough, but why? Just to kill a kid so soon after having nearly kidnapped another student? That didn’t sound smart. But she bit her tongue knowing that it would upset the man if she questioned him too much. Instead she bit her tongue and quickly wrapped the bandages around his neck.

“There,” she mumbled more to herself than to him. But that still brought his rambling to a halt as she watched him raise his right hand and run two fingers over the freshly wrapped bandages. He frowned softly now being unable to scratch and claw away at his own skin.

“I do not like it,” of course he was going to complain like a child. She had to resist the urge to answer him back in just as childish of a tone.

“Just give it a single day at least. I helped repair some of the cells in the worse lacerations, but still your skin needs a rest,” she said simply only for him to get mad at her once again.

“Do not try and tell me what to do,” he growled, turning those bright red eyes on her. Rin didn’t even flinch at his sharp tongue or harsh glare. Was it just a stupid faith that the man wouldn’t truly kill her? Or did she just no longer care? She honestly was not sure and that sat uneasy in her gut.

“I am not. I am simply giving a suggestion. Your health is important. I am simply looking out for you,” she said softly as she turned to pack up the unused supplies back into the first aid kit Kurogiri had brought the stuff in. And yet her soft spoken words had shut the man up. Had she watched his face she probably would have noticed the mix of emotions the man suddenly felt. When was the last time anyone had cared? The first time his sensei had reached out his hand to help Tomura was the first thought that came to his mind. In one second it was heartwarming to know someone else wanted to help him. But that in itself was also irritating to him. Such emotions were not ones the young man was familiar with or knew how to deal with.

“Well don’t expect a thank you,” the scratchy voice nearly whispered. Why did that bring a soft smile to her lips? Because she knew that was the man’s way of saying thanks.

“You’re welcome,” she said back softly, ensuring no one else in the room would be able to hear it. With the supplies gathered up and packed away she was preparing to jump off the crate but a hand stopped her. Well a thumb and three fingers as Shigaraki kept his pinky off of her ensuring his quirk could not harm her. The fingers wrapped around her arm stopped her from leaving. She arched an eyebrow and looked over at him expecting him to be glaring at her. And although his red eyes were hard he was not actually glaring.

“Stay,” it sounded more like he was giving a command to a dog with the short single word. She sighed to herself but still nodded her head, a muffled okay escaping her lips though she was not sure if he heard it or not. After all, if she refused it would just piss him off and she had no desire to be on the receiving end of anyone’s anger, especially a man who could kill her with ease.

At first it was an awkward silence but of course Rin hated the silence so of course she tried to break it though picking subjects to talk to the man about was a little hard. Easiest subject seemed to be talking about video games. That actually seems to bring a little light to the man’s eyes and his lips tug up ever so slightly when she would ask him about his favourite game. Of course he listed off some RPG game she had never heard of though it’s not like she knew much about games. But that was all he needed as she asked him basic questions about the game. What was his favourite fighting style? She just tried to think of whatever she could to talk about.

Of course that seemed good enough for him and of course the right subject could get the man going happily telling her random things, well they were random to her but clearly they seemed important to the pale haired man. That seemed to keep the man happy and busy for well over an hour, hell probably longer there was no clock in the warehouse so her sense of time was gone. The best she could do was watch the few non boarded up windows let light into the room. It was the only way she could even tell when it was day or night.

She was barely listening to Shigaraki any more as she felt her skin crawl like someone was watching her. Okay that was pretty accurate. She had noticed at some point everyone had paused to watch the woman sitting beside Shigaraki especially when she asked him questions and was actually trying to converse with the man. But it was one set of eyes in particular that she noticed that had her feeling unease. Dabi was off to the side apparently watching her for how long she wasn’t sure but she had noticed the last while the man had refused to look away. And she couldn’t bring herself to actually meet his gaze. Even when Toga had appeared beside him trying to chat with the man, he just seemed to shoot her down, having no interest in talking with her. But of course it's not like that stopped her or was any sort of issue for her. The kid clearly didn’t seem to care or at least she didn't let it appear to bother her as she still remained beside Dabi yapping away almost like a puppy. But Rin tried not to pay the duo too much attention any time she dared to glance in their direction. Especially since Dabi’s face was currently unreadable. His lips pressed together and those brilliant blue eyes honed in on her like a wolf eyeing up an innocent bunny in the grass. It was all the more reason she didn’t try to get away from Shigaraki either. The pale haired man may not know it but she was using him as a shield as it seemed Dabi had no plans to approach her or do anything as long as she sat beside Shigaraki.

She didn’t care if it may be seen as childish or cowardly but she knew she couldn’t take on the pyro asshole alone. And clearly the only person who could stop him was Shigaraki. If she had to pick which unstable man she wanted to be stuck with at the moment it was easy to pick Shigaraki. After all he didn’t make it a habit to beat the shit out of her for his own pleasure. Still, how long could she cling to Shigaraki for safety? Shigaraki could or most likely wouldn’t protect her for long.

So she needed a game plan. Sticking around the others seemed the best start. But she wasn’t stupid she knew that they couldn’t or maybe more over wouldn’t try to stop Dabi. After all who wanted to risk getting their ass ignited just to help her? Still maybe they could help as a soft buffer. But who? Toga was a no go, she was crazier than anyone else in this building. Twice didn’t seem to have enough of a backbone to stand up to Dabi but at least the masked man would speak his mind but still she doubted he would ever help her in a pinch. Spinner didn’t seem to like her so she avoided the lizard man. That left Bit Sis Megs and Compress. Those were probably her next best bets to cling to aside from Shigaraki.

The next few days were a circus show of trying to avoid Dabi for all she was worth and trying to not find herself alone at any point. It did make it easier to get to know the group around her a little bit more. She was able to warm up to it seemed everyone. She even had a conversation with Spinner about Stain one day which seemed to get her in the lizard man’s good books though she still wondered if he did more than tolerate her. Though she was getting good at learning what to say to each person to make them happy. Even if she didn’t agree she knew she needed to blend in and get along with these people if she had any hope to get out alive. Big Sis Mags was probably one of the easiest people to talk to and was easy to spend lots of time with. Though she’d be lying if she didn’t admit she almost followed Compress around like a shadow.

No one said anything which was a lifesaver but she had a feeling she knew why they were being so nice to her. They probably took pity on her but still she secretly couldn’t thank them enough. She even learned a thing or two. She was quick to pick up on Compress’s tricks of the trade as he liked to call them. The man was a true magician at heart. She almost expected him to just pull out a deck of cards some time. But instead it was those little blue marbles that she noticed he loved to keep hidden up his sleeve. The man was also rather smart, or maybe it was the fact that he seemed well educated compared to the high school dropouts around them. But at least it made having real deep conversation nice as she didn’t fear using words that the others may have to look up if they even knew how to use a dictionary. It was refreshing in a sense to have someone to chat with.

It was also a little odd that Dabi actually had not even tried to approach her. He was clearly giving her the space she made it clear that she needed. But his eyes were still always watching her, and everyone could feel the tension between the two. What had happened to cause it no one knew. But how long could the two dance around each other before the tension would finally snap? It was only a waiting game now. And there were bets being wagered as well though neither of the two knew about the secret bets the group was making.

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The Season of the Witch: Allumage

Chapter Twenty-six: Summers Rain and Sunlight

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summary: She called it change, he saw it as doom - especially now as Nancy took comfort in someone else's arms. “The universe sends messages through the cards -” “Yeah, change - growth or something, right? That’s what you said,'' There's a heavy sigh falling from her lips as she corrects him, “What they said. But it’s never set in stone. A message is given, and it’s up to you what comes after.” The switch seems to flip in his mind. His mouth hung agape in surprise with hands held out on either side of the table, unable to really process what she had said. “This really doesn’t feel like a choice, here.” warnings: none that I can really think of. steve time! wc: 4,881

The smell of baked goods wafts through warm air, sugars and comforting spices creating a welcoming aroma the moment you stepped in from the chilled outdoors. A soothing touch, a loving hand reaching out to encourage you deeper inside. Music blares in the distance, the scratch of the vinyl distinct as the needle strikes it, a female voice booming from Jonathan’s room as he cranks the volume up just a little higher - lost in its bliss just out of her sight. The living room is decorated by streamers, a “Happy Birthday” banner hung across the frame out into the hall. All so simplistic, and colorful - yet perfectly contrast to the beige, and earthy home she moved through with quiet steps. Board games were set out, stacked high as options for guests to choose from - much younger guests while others sat on the sideline to enjoy the antics. The coffee table had already collected a few small gifts, some neatly wrapped while others could have been given more love. And while she could have added it to the pile, she chooses to keep it close to her side, moving with purpose, in search of something - or something still out of her grasp.

The kitchen is littered with goodies - the countertop covered in various snack bags, paper plates, and plastic cups all collected together in vibrant hues. A cake had already been baked, still fresh - yet cooled enough to frost and let sit out, waiting for candles to be blown out when the time arrived. Extra food was in the oven - something the older crowd could appreciate as tiny, greedy hands dove through the sweets and snacks like rabid animals. And he deserved it - deserved the world if he wished. It was March twenty-second after all.

The boy stumbles out from the hallway and into the kitchen, a clear goal in mind though pausing as he takes note of Autumn standing in the kitchen - alone. “You’re early,” he states with a crooked, beaming smile, and the gesture is easily returned. “You want me t’go back home?” The smile falls, and he finds himself taking a quick step forward to reach for his dear friend, and babysitter. “No! I-” But she doesn’t move, and her smile only grows to help the boy ease down. “I-I’m happy you came,” he admits, pink rising to his cheeks. “M-mom wanted me to check the oven.” The girl nods, taking a long dramatic whiff of the air as she studies her surroundings before the attention falls back on the boy. “I don’t smell anything burning, d'you?” The boy rolls his eyes in response, a small huff in his chest. “I got you something,” Autumn states, offering out a gift bag stuffed with tissue paper to Will. He makes no comment on the laziness of her approach, eyes glowing with excitement regardless. “If your mom finds it and gets mad, it’s your fault. I’ll say you stole my money, and bought it yourself.” He spares her a glance through heavy bangs, amused but full of disbelief. “I’m twelve,” he notes, receiving a shrug in reply. “And?” Smiling, he shakes the playful banter away and begins to pluck away the light material, letting it float down to the tile and bury his bare feet. He’s uncertain at first as he looks inside, pulling the book from the shadows out into the light and finally joy overcomes him. A Dungeons and Dragons Monster Manual was now tight in his grip, eyes looking between Autumn and the book before launching himself at her waist. “Thank you, thank you!”

“You’re welcome, Will,” the girl chuckles, patting at his back and giving his head a quick ruffle before he gives some distance between them, eyes still glued to the cover in amazement. “I have just one more thing,” the girl cuts in, hand digging through her pocket to pull a long silver chain from its depths to reveal a necklace - but not anything one would expect. A raw stone lay at the bottom, a deep purple fading out until it was clear, shimmering in the light. It was enough to steal away his focus for just a moment, fingers reaching for it as though it were glass. “What is it?” “It’s called Tanzanite. It’s said..that if you wear this, it can transform negativity into positivity. Take those bad feelings, and make them happy again.” Hazel eyes study the piece, shifting it between his fingers in admiration. “Happy?” Autumn lowers herself to his level, crouching and with one hand cupping the boy's forehead, giving it a quick and harmless shake to make him laugh. “It cleans the mind, and the heart,” she finishes with a poke to his chest, watching as his smile returns. “I love it.”

The timer to the oven dings, and before Joyce has the chance to fly out from her room with a hair full of curlers, Autumn calls out down the hallway that she’s got it handled. The oven mitts are on, and the heat is spilling out as the door opens - Will still lingering in the room admiring his two gifts. “Lucas is excited to see you,” he mumbles as he begins the attempt to lock the necklace into place. His babysitter lets out a long, heavy sigh as a glass dish is set out onto a rack, shaking the life back into her hand. “I have to start hanging out somewhere else.”

The necklace sits out on his desk just beneath the window, shining with the dim light of day - dreary, and dying. A painful reminder of his smile, his blissful joy as it hung around his neck just across from the flickering flames of the birthday candles. His friends hardly questioned it before moving on to more exciting things - while he kept it close, telling her about the little moments where he felt things had flourished all because of her little gift. This stone left behind held his memories, staring back at her - mocking without mercy while he remained far out of reach, somewhere in the depths of darkness.

The girl can only close the door, sealing off the room as it had been before to let it sit in peace and return to the work at hand - emotional support, and a helping hand. She’s in the kitchen, catching Joyce’s gaze in the living room as she silently puts up lights that Lonnie had ripped down. She wears a kind smile, and it’s returned in half, weary with some shame acting as a veil. Autumn confessed to hearing her son, to just barely having him in her arms and seeing those eyes she missed. She’s unsure how she could have brought him home - yet there’s still wonder of how much more could have been done. Joyce wept, not from sadness, but from shock - maybe some relief to know she wasn’t insane for crying out to Will in the night. Not much had been said since. Autumn cleaned her face in peace, the blood vanishing into the black top with ease to be a problem for another day. The mother would apologize, and the girl would dismiss it politely, though tired - happy to help her, no matter how grim the result. “How else can I help you?” she would ask, and now she was standing at the sink, scrubbing long forgotten dishes.

The door suddenly rattles, Autumn nearly dropping a plate into the sink from surprise, a heavy sigh falling through attempting to ease her nerves. “Go away, Lonnie,” Joyce shouts, clearly frustrated and refusing to give him any more of her time. But again, the wood shakes with an angry fist. “Seriously,” her patience is stretched to its limit, lights thrown down to her feet as she begins to charge towards the door. “I am gonna murd-” and silence, only the sound of the door closing to come after. Concern begins to build, dishes quickly left abandoned with hands wiped clean before the teenager moves with haste out into the living room - finding a guest had made his way inside. He was tall, and deadly silent as eyes roamed around the space - adjusting to the chaos that was Joyce Byers. “What are-?”

Hopper turns on his heel with haste, a finger pressed to pursed lips like muscle memory, an instant reaction. He had seen her car, he knew Autumn was here - yet seeing her, and now with a photograph locked in his memory of a child seeming all too familiar, he finds himself almost feeling sick. Bile pooling in his stomach, the color draining from his face as if a ghost stood before him - mysterious and full of wonder. A soul left behind, unable to move forward without closure. There’s a thousand questions resting just at the tip of his tongue - seeking out information about a life before he met her all those years ago, but he stows it away with a deep and steady breath, gaze locked on her as she spares a puzzled look to the homeowner. He moves without warning, closing the distance between them and it’s intimidating - the rag wound tightly in her fist as his gaze refuses to break. He takes hold of her arm, remaining silent and she’s too fearful to ask, allowing him to guide her towards the door. His touch isn’t angered or hurtful, but holds some force to carry a message that says; “You have to go,” and she follows without resistance. Frantic fingers reach for abandoned shoes at the door, the cloth falling in their place before November air kisses her face - a startled gasp falling from her lips as the girl stumbles out onto the porch, where the man suddenly stops with the door closing behind them.

“Jesus Christ,” the girl mumbles, now free from his hold as she struggles to slip each shoe on. The wood panels are cold enough beneath her feet that they begin to burn, leaving her to hop back and forth until each foot is covered and warm again. “No, ‘hello’? No, ‘how are you’? You men have no manners,” the girl grumbles, arms quickly folding over her chest with eyes burning the man alive as he stood in silence, searching for the right thing to say. “I need t'talk t'Joyce. Alone,” his tone is firm, yet breath shaken as he takes her in from head to toe, absorbing all before him as if he was still uncertain she was truly there. The girl reels back, a familiar spark igniting tells the Chief she’s real, that this wasn’t all a hallucination. “Coulda just asked,” Autumn says with a huff, turning on her heel to begin her descent down towards her still car, and he watches her with fists tight at his sides - fighting that urge to hold her back, to instead set a soul free to wander through the unknown. Hopper is back inside the house, then out again within seconds - racing down the path to meet her just as her hand finds the handle of her jeep. Her coat hangs from his grip, offered over with a gentle nudge forward - though his hold lingers, going unnoticed as thoughts race. How to keep her close, how to keep her safe. Was Autumn Reid as blissfully unaware as the rest of the town? Coming home to a father and believing every lie, the mask he wore seamlessly. Did she know more than anyone could expect? She was only a kid.

“Go see a friend, or something,” he suggests. He stumbles over the mental obstacles, thinking over the people she’s mentioned these past few years - knowing the name “Steve” no longer appeared in passing, yet rather - “Like Heather,” is his first and least favored option - but it stands tall above the thought of her returning home. “Heather?” the girl questions with a smirk. “The girl you said was bad news?” Hopper doesn’t say anything at first, continuing to sift through names and coming up short, and frustrated over the call out. Autumn quickly tosses the coat inside the jeep, a low chuckle in her chest. “I don’t know where she lives. But I’ve..got some things t’do, yeah. I’ll see you around?” Hopper remains silent, hands resting on his hips as he gives the girl a firm nod, eyes still locked on her as she shuffles into the vehicle. There’s a small wave given, innocence - ignorance to each other's inner turmoil as they parted. Autumn leaving Joyce behind with earth shattering news, and Hopper to watch a girl potentially fall victim to something he had no real proof of, while his office dug through files regarding her father.

The drive is silent back into the depths of town - his ghost follows after her, sitting just over her shoulder with blackened eyes in the rearview mirror. Autumn does all she can to drown out the memory from hours ago. Knuckles white over the steering wheel as she remembers the feeling of cold wind brushing just along her skin, reaching out to him - to hold him, only to find nothing there. Will remains close in her mind, and in her heart - haunting her the more distance she puts between herself and the home he’s left behind. Either a reminder of what she’s failed to achieve, or to come back for him, to not forget - she can’t tell. She only blinks away his image until he fades to nothing, just as before, giving just a brief moment of peace as her surroundings become busier. The town was alive with people running errands, working, or out to simply enjoy the remaining days before snow came to lock them behind doors. The library unfortunately became a casualty as the school bell rang, setting students free to study and work in peace beneath its roof. Autumn could recognize a few cars, but none to keep her at bay as she stormed up the stairs, sparing a brief “hello” to Marissa as she walked by and straight to an all too familiar section - empty from all except for her.

The shelves are lined with books that call to her, and unlike the times before when she’s come to browse, it’s overwhelming. There would be a goal in mind, a set destination - now she stands before them with uncertainty, palms sweating with anxiety as the girl is unsure of where to begin. Countless titles hold potential, and before she knows it, she’s gathered a heavy load in her arms - body twisted with discomfort in order to carry and collect one after another. The librarian shares an all too familiar look as she studies the stack sat on the desk, a heavy sigh to follow as she gets out her pen and various pieces of paper for the girl to sign. Her interests are never questioned or spoken of. Not even a raised brow in suspicion - it was simply a silent agreement between the two of supply and demand.

The day has worn the girl thin. Grief kept her far from the cupboards in search of food in the early morning as she readied herself for the funeral. She had taken small bites of cheese and crackers as she sat next to Joyce, finding only a sickening feeling as the food made attempts to nourish her. In the Byers home, it was nearly empty of supplies - nothing to offer, though Autumn didn’t seek to drain it of what remained, but to instead give where she could. The sun was inching closer towards the horizon, easing Hawkin’s into darkness with every passing minute. Streetlights would flicker to life, calling children home for dinner while Autumn remained tucked into the corner of a booth, just beneath diner lights. She found herself unfocused, weak, and pained from her own lack of care - surrendering to it and seeking shelter in a familiar place with books stretched out over the table. The waitress spared the teen odd looks as she flipped through pages, hair pushed back into a mess as she looked up with exhausted eyes to make her order - hardly anything seemed to fit on the table once it was filled with plates.

The diner had become busier once the sun had said goodnight. Families out to dinner, couples out on dates, some riding solo out on the hunt looking for a date or one night stand - drunks fighting hangovers. They came and went, while she remained - the waitress’ shift had ended, ultimately being replaced by another who had to repeatedly fill her cup as she had yet to make it through half of her meal. Mentally, she had been elsewhere - locked into a trance by the cluster of books she dragged around with her. Projection of the Astral Body, Gateway to the Seer Realm, Science of Body and Mind, even books regarding the supernatural - anything to explain what had happened to Will, and what had come for her in the woods. It was maddening to be left with scattered suggestions and no solid answers. A connection to Hell itself and a demon reaching out to punish you, a warning for wandering into territory you were not welcomed. Or with dreams to take your mind and body for oneself, to consume and devour. It’s all bullshit - something to easily roll her eyes at as she flipped to another page. But the words repeat in her mind, stuck on loop as she begins to put it all into question..

There had never been a time of normalcy. The witch, the freak, the one to speak to your dead grandmother in the afterlife, the one to wander into the unknown - why? Was it random selection? A speck of dust plucked from the universe and given a curse to carry, doomed before life had ever been given. Or did it come after? A darkness looming in the shadows to creep in, swimming through her veins and hiding in plain sight. She thinks of the nightmares, the voices calling out, her time with Jonathan in the school parking lot and she suddenly wonders if she’s always been one with this evil - and that she merely gave it the opening it needed to meet her halfway.

Like the flash of a camera, she sees the fire again - charred hands clawing at the ashen tile, distant screams echoing to drown out the chatter of the diner guests and her own frantic worries that pile overtop of one another. All is left abandoned at the table, hands cupped over her tired face with fingers pressed into closed eyes, massaging away the burning ache. She sits there, patient and waiting for her mind to find its peace, settling into the quiet - and it never comes. Knuckles wrap along the table, a passerby simply checking in on the girl who seemed at wits end. There’s a faint hum given in acknowledgment before fingers part the way, letting the light flood her vision once more along with an unexpected visitor. He stands tall at the other end of the booth, almost weary of getting too close - a trap set to spring and latch onto his hand if he dared to come closer. And he waits with patience, lips quivering into a small smile to ease the building tension, unaware of the glare aimed in his direction just behind the veil of flesh. For once, it’s not a look of anger or bitterness, rather confusion - what was Steve Harrington doing out alone? Here of all places? At her table?

“Hey,” is his simple greeting, feigned confidence radiating until she gives him the opening he needs to settle into comforts. Autumn’s hands fall and her expression becomes unreadable, arms laying crossed over an open book to fully take him in. His smile shines, though not as brightly as it once did. Shoulders slouched, unable to carry the weight life had to offer. “Doin’ some light reading?” he asks, sliding a book from the table with barely a chance to read the cover before it’s stolen from his grasp and placed deep into the girl's bag. “What d’you want, Steve?” she mumbles, now hastily collecting the project at hand into a pile, tucking it all away out of sight. Without warning, the space across from the girl is filled - like their time spent apart had never happened, like ugly words had never been spared. As if Autumn didn’t cry for his absence - a lifeline cut, forcing her to find a new way to breathe. “I was just drivin’ by, y’know. Y’seemed..stressed,” he states under his breath, unable to meet her gaze with fingers fidgeting back and forth. She doesn’t buy it. The girl sinks back into the booth with arms crossed over her chest, studying him - was it fear that was holding him back, or something else entirely? Shame?

“Just passin’ through, huh?” He nods in response, still seemingly on edge with mind elsewhere, wandering further out into the distance with every passing second. He thinks of Nancy and the way she curled into Jonathan’s side - how it happened so easily for her and the way his heart ached. Steve wanted to storm into that bubblegum pink room, filled with only her angelic light, her innocence - now tainted by infidelity. He wanted to confront her then - both of them, but the hurt left him shaken, strength wearing thin as he climbed his way down to the Wheeler’s yard, eyes dazed and confused. The girl across from him was strikingly opposite - a day of death looming just over her shoulder. Tired, and reddened eyes standing out against the dark clothes from the service. She had come here for a moment of peace, time to be spent alone with her thoughts to grieve and the more Steve considered it, the more selfish he felt. He didn’t need Tommy and Carol - their spiteful words digging at fresh wounds, and leaving marks against freshly blossomed affections he still held for the doe eyed girl. The boy needed familiarity - even if it didn’t want him back.

“I’m sorry about Will,” his voice cuts through the silence, gaze finally braving to meet her across the table. “Nancy told me you were his babysitter, or somethin’.” She can see it when he mentions her name - the way he nearly flinches as each letter falls from his lips, striking him with poisoned memories. “I didn’t even know you were good with kids,” Steve continues with a small chuckle, though there’s force, feeling the pain reach through his chest to rip out his heart at the mere thought of his girlfriend as she cozies up with Byers. “I am now,” Autumn replies, voice monotone as she reads his body language. It’s all small talk and she knows it. His condolences were genuine, but with unspoken thoughts lingering just at the tip of his tongue - too fearful to let them fall just over the edge. So the girl plays along with his game, providing a little more slack for the rope he needed to drag it out, yet aware the end of her patience was insight. “Good, good,” the boy nods, attention now focused elsewhere - anywhere but to his old friend as thoughts piled higher. “Kids are great. Yeah, love kids,”

The rope suddenly tightens with tension - Steve is no longer there in the booth with Autumn, but far off in the distance, nearly unreachable and lost in the storm of his mind, consumed by it. He sees Jonathan and Nancy kissing - as if he’s strapped down and forced to watch their new life bloom before him, before he’s really had the chance. He sees happiness growing like a field drenched by summer's rain and sunlight, while he’s cast aside. The boy thought maybe this would have been his chance, maybe -

A heavy sigh pulls him back in. Her words breaking through thick, dark clouds to give him a sense of direction, bringing him back home to something he knows - a lighthouse shining over uneasy waters. “What is it, Steve?” Heart shaped lips part, that uncertainty still holding those thoughts back but by only a thread - the rope wearing thin with every passing second as her stare seems to tear down any wall he built up - not for himself, but for her. What more weight could he ask her to carry at a time like this? And yet the words fall through - as if she’s reached deep inside and plucked them by the root, unable to stand the sight of weeds plaguing her garden, stomping them out before they’ve overthrown the beauty. “I saw Jonathan and Nancy..together,” his confession is mumbled, a shared secret between the two of them and he waits for her reaction in the silence. He wonders if she’ll spare sympathies, or act out in jealousy as he’s always been left in curiosity if her and the Byers boy had done more than just share friendly conversations. But if Autumn is bothered by the news, it’s difficult to tell. Her face stone cold, eyes locked on the man before her, waiting for the punchline to hit but it never comes. Jonathan had been avoiding her in favor of Wheeler, and she wonders if it was her fault. Literally pushing the man out of her life, and into someone else’s.

“Well,” she says with another sigh, unable to get the chance to speak her peace before Steve finds his opening - taking her acknowledgement of the situation, and diving headfirst. “I just - it’s fucking with my head, y’know?” A brow raises in his direction, confusion and curiosity - not beckoning for him to continue, but providing an ear if he wanted to unload this sudden heavy burden. “I didn’t - I didn’t come here t’bother you, honest. I saw you, and I - I just thought,” The waitress slides into view, polite as ever and soft spoken, fully aware she’s interrupted a moment between the two and not wanting to linger for a second too long. The bill is laid over the edge of the table before she shuffles along to tell her coworkers about the dramatic teens in the corner. Steve then bites back on his words, swallowing them down with their gaze now broken, watching as his knuckles roll across the smooth surface. “What if you were right? About Death,” the words die on his tongue, heartache wearing him down until the world becomes a little hazy - his surroundings distant with only her words keeping him grounded. “It’s not me, Steve. It’s the cards-” He scoffs, honey filled eyes rolling back. “Oh, that’s better.” “Steve,” there’s clear annoyance in her tone, meeting this new attitude that seems to brew in him as he recalls the day his old friend revealed a mysterious path for his relationship. She called it change, he saw it as doom - especially now as Nancy took comfort in someone else's arms. “The universe sends messages through the cards -” “Yeah, change - growth or something, right? That’s what you said,'' There's a heavy sigh falling from her lips as she corrects him, “What they said. But it’s never set in stone. A message is given, and it’s up to you what comes after.”

The switch seems to flip in his mind. His mouth hung agape in surprise with hands held out on either side of the table, unable to really process what she had said. “This really doesn’t feel like a choice, here.” Autumn found herself back in a familiar place, brows knitted and eyes narrowed into a glare. Her teeth chewing anxiously at cheeks as every moment before this comes barreling into her on replay, mind exhausted and unwilling to continue forward. So, she packs away the few stray notes into the bag and slides its strap over her shoulder. Steve takes notice of the sudden change in the air, though says nothing.

“You’re a funny guy, Harrington,” she comments. “You try t’play hero for me, yet still party with the same asshole you so call saved me from?” His hands begin to coil into fists, a look of shame visible in his eyes as his attention flickers away for only a moment. She hadn’t known that on the outside, Steve had torn Tommy apart - his words burning the boy deep enough to keep him at bay for the rest of the school year. But it didn’t come without the price of mockery - King Steve’s favoritism for the class witch. “And you come here, looking for me t’be your..what? Your therapist?” “No, I didn’t-” he tries to defend, a pleading look beckoning for her to stay as she begins to stand from the booth, bill in hand. A stark contrast from every other moment they’ve shared in the same diner - full of laughter and split checks. “You said I needed better friends. I had one. Maybe you should take your own advice.”

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Plot: Hux faces trial and is assigned back to the woman who had brought him.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1300

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Chapter 3

Sleep evaded her quickly just like how dawn had crept up so soon. His face remained scattered in her dreams. His case was to be handled first, before getting into the other crisis that needed attention but it was also because General Leia wanted to have less of a crowd when dealing with Hux. She knew the stir it was causing already, a lot of the inhabitants on this base had their families or homes in the Republic which was destroyed when Starkiller Base had fired upon those planets. But Marjorie wasn’t sure why she had been requested to be there as well. So she dragged her feet away from bed reluctantly and prepared herself for the meeting.

The cell was cool enough that with all the exhaustion he had been through, Hux had managed to fall asleep. It was how it had been always, no dreams, no nightmares, much closer to how a droid would power down. He didn’t use the small mattress and rather chose the floor. It was hard and uncomfortable just like his quarters on the fleet, so it eased him. But as he laid there with an arm over his head to shield his eyes from the light, he heard the scuffling of feet and silent giggles. Opening his eyes to let them adjust to sunlight, he caught sight of the figure or rather figures that stood outside his cell. One out of those faces was rather very easy to remember mostly because Hux could never forget the humiliation he faced after this pilot’s little stunt.

“Look everyone, General Hugs is awake.”, Poe commented as he folded his arms. Hux didn’t like to be greeted with that bright orange jumpsuit, that imagining to burn it had given him motivation to get up.

“As your assigned officer, I order you to get yourself to your hearing.”, the pilot went on but Hux couldn’t get past the fact of all the people in the world he had to be assigned to the most annoying one.

“Hearing?”, Hux questioned unsure of what all this was, the protocols here were simple yet different that what he was used to.

“You know, to treat you according to your crimes. A lot of us here aren’t exactly happy with you. Especially since you blew up The Republic.”, the pilot jabbered on and it wasn’t making his headache any better.

His dinner wasn’t sufficient from yesterday and his body attuned to his regular scheduled craved a cup of caf along with a proper meal. He squinted at the sunlight again, it was being on a planet that was resetting his rhythm. He wanted the endless night and the voice in his mind was pestering him to search for the spy from yesterday so he could enjoy a few seconds of peace.

“Fine.”, he conceded to Poe. “Where is the hearing?”, Hux asked and got up to smooth down his jumpsuit.

But Poe commented on the colour of the suit which led them to bicker and that was all they did, till they got to the main gathering, like siblings who hated each other and had found endless ways to find faults or tease.

“Poe Dameron.”, was all Hux heard that got the pilot to shut up. Only then did he notice the slightly older woman, whose features looked quite familiar.

“General Leia.”, Poe’s demeanor changed to one of respect and Hux could understand that she was a woman of power.

“Shall we begin?”, she asked but now her eyes were on him. It felt uneasy, like she too looked upon him with a concern he didn’t quite deserve or want. So he looked away, feeling like a boy who had made a mistake and he knew what happened to such boys.

“Please, take to the stand.”, Leia instructed him and he complied. He knew when to respect or who to win over and those with power were always the first on his list.

A small council had gathered and put forth their opinions on what had to be done with him.

Torture him for more information, one put forward.

Punish him, said a few others

Make him pay for the Republic, he heard the angry voices and as much as he wanted to stand here, to face it, to prove it to himself that he could, it wasn’t doing him any good.

He felt the stress crawl up his neck, old haunts reminding him that he was not still free of them. His fingers tightened around the wooden balustrade.

"We are not the First Order.", the General put down her foot and his eyes shot to her.

One part anger, the other relief. Of course this was nothing like the order and a part of him was grateful it wasn’t. He wanted to survive and this place termed with a weakness, this harbouring of hope.

“I have a solution in mind.”, she continued, making Hux curious.

“In the days of the rebellion, we had special agents who went by the name of Fulcrum, agents who were in some cases had defected from the Empire’s rule.”, she explained and it had struck him. He had not defected, he traded information in the hopes of bringing Kylo down.

But if he only had to pretend to be on their side till he had enough freedom to move about, it was a way out.

“I believe General Hux could be of such service. It wouldn’t be any different to him for he has been the one supplying us with information on the First Order’s strategies and plans.”, Leia revealed and it drew out a neutral response, the scowls and jeers targeted at him, faded.

“Him!”, Poe stood up and Hux grinned at him. Watching the pilot grapple with the truth that all this while the spy he had hailed was actually Hux, did in fact feel good.

“But trust has to be earned.”, he heard next and frowned, certain that he was going to be put back in that cell again.

“You will be tagged, to monitor your movement and be placed within the boundary of this base, such that you cannot leave on missions until you are proven to be true in your new task.”, Leia instructed and it eased him again, so a perimeter but to roam free within? He could use it to his advantage. He would have to work his way around to be free of the electronic tag and take off.

He nodded in agreement, he had faced worse, so much more worser. If he had survived his father, he could survive anything.

But that was until he saw her, her presence making him want to squint his eyes as though the sun had found him again.

When Marjorie was put in front of him, she wasn’t pleased. She didn’t want to be around him anymore. Her mission was to bring him here, she had accomplished that. Leia however thought, no, felt she would be much better at bringing him to some reformation rather than Poe. An immense task, she had no interest in figuring out if the General of the First Order had it in him to change.

“He responds well with you than Poe.”, Leia continued and Marjorie huffed. No one can respond well to Poe.

“For how long?”, she questioned, her eyes briefly skimming to him. He had worn the jumpsuit, so he had listened to her. His hands were held together and his eyes were on her, looking with a softness she couldn’t believe he possessed. Just another manipulative trick, she brushed it aside.

His mind however wanted her to say yes.

Say yes. Say yes.

How did Ren do it? To get people to comply to his will?

Maybe he could be sensitive to the force just this once that the fates may bestow him with the pleasure of escaping Poe Dameron’s annoying voice. His constant inner chanting only brought Leia’s attention on him.

“A month.”, Leia instructed and Marjorie tapped her foot.

He wanted to grab her by her shoulders. He could sneak past her, her kindness or goodness will feel good for a day but then he can run off, she would be a means to an end. This had to happen, if she could trick him, he could trick her. It would even the scales and he would have his justice to let her go from his plaguing thoughts.

“Alright.”, she finally conceded. She had monitored him for a few months, thirty rotations is not going to do any harm.

Was it?

Her eyes found his, she wasn’t sure.

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