#shout out to our multiple pairs of siblings who fuck because of the shit our mom and dad put us through with our sister

[nyctocollective]

friendly reminder that plurality is caused by trauma. trauma is defined as an event that has a severe negative impact on oneself. there are going to be dark parts of plurality that no one wants to talk about. the brain created you to cope with what it went through. it's okay to have parts (or wholes) that have “twisted” desires, attractions, innerworld or external relationships, sexual or emotional needs, etc. other people might call you disgusting, evil, immoral, but it's just part of being traumatized. it's going to be unpleasant or unsightly.

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#shout out to our multiple pairs of siblings who fuck because of the shit our mom and dad put us through with our sister #shout out to our child alters that would put themselves in dangerous situations with irl adults if we didn't healthily satisfy them #because of what our dad and various friends much older than us did to us #shout out to our various alters with non-con fantasies‚ whether its having it done or doing it‚ because we were accused of doing it to our #family and having it done to us before we were even double digits #you might think we're disgusting but this is how the brain copes #being groomed is not an experience you shake off easily #being manipulated and abused is not an experience you shake off easily #15 years of being groomed is going to make our brain do some “twisted” shit #am i scared of posting this because a friend of mine has this account? yeah. but whatever im sure itll be fine hahah. #system #did #did system #actually did #cdid #plural system #sysblr #osdd #did osdd #osdd system #endos dni #plurality is a trauma response xoxo

[gravehags]

the burn between our hearts

Pairing: Ghouls/Ghoulettes x f!Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: ghouls doing ghoul shit, depression, tender emotions, surprise papa

Words: 2,524

Summary: You have never felt so lost, so empty before, and you are unsure if what's wrong with you can ever be fixed.

a/n: THIS IS IT the final installment of the ghoul bicycle series. I have had so much fun writing this and who knows, might be tempted to write a little more if inspiration strikes me. See end of post for another note.

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33 days.

It’s been 33 days since you’ve seen or heard from any of the ghouls.

You spent the first two and a half weeks of that in your room, sobbing wildly in bed while Sister Marguerite sat next to you rubbing your back and murmuring words of comfort to you. Truth be told, the steady presence of the middle-aged sister provided a warmth that you desperately needed. She never spoke ill of the ghouls and what they had done to you, instead telling you to be patient. That the Unholy Father always provides. That there’s always more to a bad situation than it seems. All difficult words for you to believe when your heart had been shattered the day after you had left Aurora’s room. Your mind was torn - on one hand you had come to expect this: being cast aside once they were done using you. On the other hand…you really thought you had something special with them. From your first time with Swiss to your last time with Aurora and every interaction with every ghoul in between, you felt like you were finally home. That you had finally found your place in the Ministry, by their sides.

Or not.

After most of your tears dry and your depression lets up to the point where you can leave your bed, you become angry. Fucking infuriated. Even before they were your lovers, they were your friends. And they just ditch you and act like you don’t even fucking exist anymore? Fuck that. One evening, you get so mad you stride down to the ghoul den and begin banging on their bedroom doors, cussing and cursing their names. How dare they treat you like you’re disposable? But that’s been the story of your whole life, you suppose. Everyone gets tired of you eventually. With one last slam of your fist against the wall, hard enough to bruise and shake Cumulus’ door, your tears begin to slip out once more.

“FUCK YOU!” you shout, unsuccessfully holding back a sob. The silence in the corridor is deafening so you turn on your heel and leave without a glance backwards. You don’t see the door at the end of the hall cracking open and eyes watching you go.

You return to your chores in the abbey, ignoring the sneers and dirty glances your fellow siblings give you. You’re well aware you’ve been a nuisance to everyone, being holed up in your room and shirking your duties, and you're wracked with guilt. Sister Marguerite assures you sweetly that it’s okay, everyone goes through rough spells and your absence hasn’t caused any undue burden on the rest of the siblings but you have a hard time believing her. You attend your duties but without any real life in your eyes or spring in your step. When you cry, silently, every once in a while, your sniffles draw rolled eyes and scoffs. The siblings don’t say a word to you, until one day, the dam breaks. You’re in the library and let out a small, embarrassing sob as you shelve a book on love magic when a loud slam echoes throughout the library.

“You are so fucking ridiculous, do you know that?”

You don’t realize she’s talking to you until you turn slightly and see her searing gaze. It’s Sister Tamsin. You don’t know her - not really - but she’s well-liked by a lot of people in the abbey. She’s never spoken to you before this and you frantically wipe your tears as she walks closer to you. A small crowd has been attracted to the two of you now, multiple pairs of eyes shifting between you both.

“Acting this way because of the fucking ghouls. Like you’re supposed to be special or some bullshit. Honey, the ghouls fuck everyone. They can’t help themselves. All of us have had a ghoul proposition us at some point, you’re just the only one stupid enough to fall for it. They’re nothing but fucking animals–”

“They are not animals,” you say loudly in a shaky voice but Tamsin isn’t done berating you.

“--oh look at that! She finally uses her mouth to speak instead of just opening it for ghoul cock and cunt. Go on, sweetheart. Tell us all how those beasts love you so much. Their little whore. Their–”

The slap echoes throughout the large room, but both your hands remain clenched into fists by your sides. Looming over Tamsin’s doubled-over form is Sister Marguerite, looking like fury personified in her neat habit.

“You little cunt,” Marguerite spits, causing your eyebrows to raise. You’ve never heard her swear before. “You know just as well as everyone else in this room - in this whole abbey - how sacred the ghouls are. Summoned by our own Papa from the realm of the Unholy Father to help him spread the word of our ministry. And you dare defile their name - and the name of those they have chosen - for petty cruelty? You are nothing, Tamsin. A jealous little gnat. And rest assured, Papa will be hearing about this.”

No one in the room is stunned quite as much as you as Marguerite abandons the red-faced, humiliated Tamsin in order to come to your side and escort you out of the room with her arm firmly planted across your lower back. When you finally step out of the library, she shuts the door firmly behind her and grabs your biceps, pulling you into a hug.

“Enough is enough,” she murmurs, rubbing your back. “I’m relieving you of your duties for the day. Take care, hon. Go back to your room. I’ll be having a word with our Papa.”

With one last squeeze she hustles down the hall, skirts flying and you’re left shell-shocked in the empty corridor. You rub at your eyes with the heels of your hands before doing as she requested.

Three days pass.

Three days and not a single soul dares look at you sideways let alone speak to you. You notice, with a twisted sense of satisfaction, that Tamsin is nowhere to be found. Not in the library, not in the gardens - you haven’t seen her at mass or in the dining hall. When you quietly ask Marguerite about her she just gives you a beatific smile and says, “she’s no longer a problem for you.” Something within you warns you not to inquire further so instead you go back to your normal life. After you finish a shift in the kitchens for the evening, you step out into the cloisters and head for a small courtyard you enjoy. You plop down onto a stone bench with a heaving sigh, trying to ignore the constant ache in your heart as you breathe in the evening air.

“Is this seat taken?”

Your head whips to the side and when you see a figure dressed in a red tracksuit and the earnest face of Papa Emeritus IV you jump up.

“Papa!” you gasp, curtsying before him. “I–no! Please, sit.”

He lowers himself next to you, putting his gloved hands on his thighs and taking a deep breath.

“Nice out, eh?” he asks quietly. You’ve never seen Papa like this - out of the majority of his papal paints and elaborate robes - and you certainly have never spoken to him in conversation like this.

“Beautiful,” you say, folding your hands in your lap. His eyes lower to watch you rub your fingers anxiously and worry at your cuticles. Gently, he reaches over and places a hand over yours.

“I know you’ve been hurting, sorella,” he murmurs, thumb grazing over your knuckles.

“You…you do?” All of a sudden you’re filled with dread at the thought of your poor mental state and shirked duties being reported all the way to Papa. You open your mouth to explain yourself, to apologize profusely but he speaks first.

“My ghouls,” he begins, “are very peculiar creatures. They don’t take well to most humans.”

“Oh?”

“Sì, sì…they are very protective of each other and of me. And…they don’t take human lovers.”

“They…don’t?”

“Not at all, sorella. Which makes you a very peculiar creature yourself. Something that my ghouls noticed straightaway. Something that they have spoken to me a great length about.”

Your stomach does a backflip and he looks at you with his mismatched eyes.

“Sorella, they wanted me to tell you…it is time. Go to them. Go to the last door at the end of the hallway this evening. I apologize for not telling you more - telling you sooner - but they had much to accomplish and wanted this to be a surprise.”

Your heart feels as if it’s going to burst through your ribcage and tears form in your eyes as you regard him.

“Papa…” you say quietly, your voice cracking, “thank you. Ave Sathanas. Thank you, Papa.”

He smiles at you warmly, and reaches up to briefly cup your cheek before jerking his head towards the corridor behind the two of you.

“Go on, cara. They are waiting.”

Before you can doubt yourself, you plant a brief kiss on Papa’s cheek and scurry off. As you make your way on the familiar path to the ghoul den, your hands shake by your sides. What did Papa know? What did Marguerite know, always reminding you to have faith and patience and guiding you with a gentle hand? When you enter the corridor you force yourself to take a series of deep breaths. Swallowing hard, and guided as if by an invisible hand, your feet take you down the wide corridor, all the way to the door at the end. Your pulse thunders in your ears and after a beat, you raise your fist and knock twice before placing your hand on the knob and turning slowly.

What meets your gaze after the door creaks open instantly brings tears to your eyes.

They’re there - all ten of them - standing in various spots in the large room staring at you. When you choke out a pathetic sob, Swiss is by your side in an instant.

“Hey, babygirl,” he says quietly, hand rubbing between your shoulder blades. “Do you like it?”

When you look up at him quizzically, he gestures to the room. You hadn’t even noticed the setting for all the ghouls you adored so dearly. A bed - a ridiculously enormous bed - is pushed against the far wall. Surrounding the large piece of furniture is a collection of thick cushions and pillows of varying sizes, blankets draped here and there. A dresser stands by the opposite wall and a doorway leads to a darkened room you assumed to be the bathroom. Eyebrows drawn in confusion, you look around at them.

“I…I don’t get it.”

“It’s yours,” Cirrus says, stepping forward and taking Swiss’ place at your side. “It’s what we’ve been doing all this time. We can’t bring a mate into the den and not make them a nest.”

She says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world but your jaw falls slack and you hear Aether let out a soft laugh.

“Mate?” your voice is comically high pitched as your eyes dart from Mountain to Sunshine to Aurora, perched on the end of the bed.

“If you’ll have us,” Cumulus supplies quickly, “we’re not going to assume but…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You can’t suppress the hurt in your voice and all at once they jump up and crowd around you.

“Love, like Cirrus said, we couldn’t tell you until we made a proper place for you,” Rain says softly, soothingly, “that’s how it’s supposed to be. The pack has to provide for you.”

“We’re sorry we didn’t say anything, though,” Phantom supplies, wringing his hands, “it…it wasn’t right to make you hurt like that. I told the others, but–”

“--But it was better than making you feel like you’ve been strung along. We had to make our intentions perfectly clear by doing this,” Mountain says calmly, gesturing around the room.

“I thought…I thought you didn’t want me anymore. That you didn’t care about me. That you never cared about me. I–” your words break off in a loud sob that has you doubling over on yourself and the ghouls looking anxiously around the room at one another.

“Honey, I’m sorry. We’re so sorry,” Cumulus says as she steps forward to embrace you, “human emotions can be…difficult for us to understand. We’ve never done this before, you know that? We’ve been telling you for so long that you’re special, that you’re perfect. If we didn’t want you we never, ever would have made this for you. You’re the one. You’re the only one for us.”

When you pull back from Cumulus’ arms, uselessly wiping your tears from her shoulder, she cups your face in her palms.

“We adore you. All of us.” The others nod emphatically, all reaching out to touch you in some way. It doesn’t feel real to you, but you drink it in all the same. Gently, you let go of your anger, of your doubt, and allow yourself to be filled with the perfect, aching love that surrounds you in this room.

“Thank you,” you whisper, squeezing Swiss’ hand in your left and Aurora’s in your right. “This is…wow. All for me, huh?”

“All for you,” Sunshine confirms, brushing your hair away from your face. “Does that mean you accept our offer?”

You let them squirm, just a little bit by remaining silent for a few seconds. When the “yes” leaves your lips, the room erupts triumphantly and suddenly your face is being smothered in kisses. When Swiss picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bed, you can’t help but laugh, thinking of your first time. The ensuing days of celebration are filled with as much love as lust, your naked form barely allowed to ever leave the bed and always surrounded by the sounds of pleasure. You’re thoroughly exhausted by the end of the third day, abbey duties completely forgotten and body limp in the soft sheets. Gently, so as not to wake your pack, you raise yourself onto your elbows and look around the room. On your right on the bed is Dewdrop, snoring softly, while Cumulus curls up behind you. Phantom has found a spot at the bottom of the bed and Swiss and Aurora are intertwined on a cushion across the room. Cirrus, Sunshine, and Rain sleep soundly in a pile next to them while Aether lies curled into Mountain. You smile as you regard the forms of your lovers - all ten of them, you want to laugh - and lower yourself back down into the pillow. Cumulus stirs and murmurs something into your hair, and you reach a soothing hand back behind you to scratch gently at her scalp. Dew’s eyes open briefly, glowing in the dim light of the room and he gives you a sleepy smile. Leaning over, you place a soft kiss on his forehead and run your thumb along his cheekbone.

And for once in your life, here at the abbey or otherwise, you are at peace, you are held, and you are loved.

~~~

a/n: if you're wondering what happened to sister tamsin well. ghouls get hungry, don't they?

#nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghoulettes x reader #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

[vixenpen]

Dabi smut with a teacher. Like in some quirkless au or something (He’s scarless but hella pierced and tatted), he had to pick up kid!Shoto one day and he sees his hot black teacher (Sis got thickness and curves for days, even in simple clothes) So he consistently picks up Shoto (even when he doesn’t have to) just to hit on her and when he finally scores a date with her, he’s at his limit after seeing her in casual wear and how amazing her personality is.

I LOVED this request. I had so much fun writing it and the details were amazing! I hope you enjoy

Hot For Teacher (Dabi x Black Reader) Quirkless AU

“Ah, come on kid,” Dabi sighed, expelling a stream of smoke as he waited at the curb for his baby brother to get out of school.

He rolled down the window to air out the car and watched the stream of middle schoolers burst through the double doors and head to their respective busses or cars.

“Shooo,” Dabi groaned, “where are you? I got shit to do, kid.”

He enjoyed hanging out with his youngest sibling, and he had no problem picking the kid up, but he also had a business to help run. If he didn’t get back to the shop in an hour and a half like he’d promised Hawks, he’d get an earful about responsibility and time management and blah, blah, blah.

He leaned back in the driver seat, deciding to give Shoto another fifteen minutes before he texted the kid.

Just then another wave of kids exited the building, Dabi’s bright blue eyes scanned them before landing on the finest woman he’d ever seen in his life.

Her cream colored silk blouse popped beautifully against her rich brown skin and a pair of slacks hugged her wide hips. Her makeup made her dark eyes sparkle and red lipstick painted her pouty mouth.

Dabi sat up, turquoise eyes running up and down that beautiful body of hers as the sexy teacher strutted past to talk to parents and wave good bye to students. When she turned around, his eyes slid down to the fattest ass he’d ever seen and he licked his lips.

Damn it must be hard as hell for her students to concentrate in class.

She turned again and began walking back towards the school. Fuck! If he didn’t stop gawking he would miss his chance. He couldn’t let that happen.

Holding his cigarette between his lips, Dabi quickly stepped out of the car and took leggy strides to catch up with the teacher.

“Excuse me.”

She turned around, her big dark eyes landing on him. Immediately Dabi knew she was sizing him up and wasn’t impressed. She gave that same disapproving teacher look Fuyumi gave whenever she was put off by someone.

Regardless, he flashed her his most charming smile. He may not be a goody two shoes like these other khaki wearing dads out here, but he knew he looked damn better than any of them.

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. I was just hoping you could help me out.”

“Sure,” she smiled back, showing off a pair of pretty white teeth. “Let’s start with that cigarette. It’s against our school policy to be smoking on the premises so if you could.” She cocked a brow expectantly.

Dabi cocked his own pierced brow back in response, but quickly stubbed out his cigarette on a nearby janitor’s cart and threw it away in the accompanying trash can.

Her smile widened. “Great. Now, how can I help you?”

Dabi chuckled. “Well, ya see, I just got this new phone and cleared out all my old contacts. Ya know, new year, new me and all that,” he shrugged, “anyway, my contacts are pretty empty now. So, I was wondering if I could get yours.”

She let out a little snort of amusement.

“That’s your pick up line? How many Girls have had the misfortune of hearing that one?”

“You’d be the first,” Dabi smirked back. “Figured the usual ‘hey beautiful, what’s your name’ line wouldn’t exactly help me stand out.”

“Trust me, you don’t need help standing out.” She replied, eying him again.

“Then that means I’m ahead of the game, right?” He held out a hand, “I’m Dabi.”

Tentatively, the teacher shook it. “Ms. Y/n.”

“Ms. Y/n, huh...” Dabi repeated slowly, his eyes ran over you with a barely masked longing. “Not ‘Mrs’?”

“Not yet.” You replied.

“How soon are you looking to change that?” Dabi asked, his smirk growing a bit smaller and more intimate.

“Who said I was looking to change it at all?”

“Certainly not me,” he replied, “that’s why I asked. I would love to talk more about how much you don’t want to change it over dinner sometime though.”

You fended off a smile. You were not about to give this over confident asshole any encouragement.

“Sorry, but I make it a point not to date my student’s parents.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a parent then.”

“Oh? So you just like to stroll on the campuses of random middle schools and hit on the teachers for fun?”

Dabi chuckled again.

“I’m here to pick up my little brother. Ah, hell, speaking of which, I actually could use your help with that. Kid hasn’t come out yet and I’ve already been here over half an hour.”

Your pretty face immediately crumpled with worry.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Todoroki Shoto.”

“Oh!” You looked surprised. “Shoto. I think I saw him headed towards the baseball field. I think the team has practice today.”

“Dammit! Really? Well, I better go say hi to the kid anyway. You mind, uh, leading the way?”

“Sure.” You shrugged.

Turning, you took the lead and guided Dabi towards the baseball diamond behind the school. You could feel the man’s eyes on your ass the whole way, and couldn’t help but put an extra switch in your hips as you did. Much to his appreciation.

You had to admit the man was fine as hell. The black undercut with lines cut in the side, his multiple piercings and even the colorful tattoos you saw peeking from under his fitted black tshirt were hot as hell. However, you had long since given up on bad boy types. You preferred nerds. Still a little light flirting wouldn’t hurt anything, right?

“There he is.” Dabi stated once the two of you verged on the field. He held up his hands to his mouth and called out: “Yo, Sho!”

The boy looked up, heterochromatic eyes widening in surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had practice today you little half and half?”

“Why don’t you ever check mom’s texts?” Shoto shouted back. “She told you to come later.”

You snickered as Dabi pulled out his phone and checked his text messages.

“Huh. Well I’ll be damned.” He muttered to himself. “Alright, kiddo, I’ll be back in an hour!”

“Can you stop shouting and leave now?! I have to concentrate.”

Dabi laughed before turning back to you.

“Anyway, thanks a lot for your help Ms. Y/n.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Still, I would love to thank you properly. Maybe over coffee.” He said, sounding hopeful.

“Before it was dinner.” You quipped, playfully.

“I know. I‘m just planning for future dates.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It was nice meeting you, Dabi.” With that you turned and strutted off.

“I hope you know I’m gonna keep trying until I get a yes or no.” He called after you.

As you entered the school’s back entrance you could hear Shoto shouting: “Can you please stop hitting on my teachers? I have to see them everyday!”

Unfortunately for Shoto, his plea seemed to go in one overly pierced ear and out the other because almost everyday since then, Dabi made it a point to stop and talk to you when he came to pick up Shoto.

“Hey there, Ms. Y/n. My contacts are filling up fast. You sure you don’t wanna reserve a spot?”

“Sorry Dabi, but my no dating policy extends to immediate family members as well.”

“I hated to cancel our reservations, but you’re left me no choice, Ms. Y/n.”

“Nobody told you to make reservations, Dabi.”

“Dinner was lonely the other day. If only I had a beautiful black queen to keep me company.”

“I’m sure There are plenty of black queens out there that would have loved to accompanying you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t have been you.”

Dabi was unrelenting. Always complimenting how amazing your outfits looked on your skin tone, how flattering your make up was, or if you wore a new hairstyle or new jewelry.

You couldn’t lie. The attention was both flattering and refreshing. Since becoming a teacher, you usually only got hit on by studious academic types. Attractive yes, but straight laced and all the same with their game

Unfortunately a disturbing amount of married dads also tried their luck with you.

But Dabi was different.

He may have been a far cry from your usual type, but he was always perfectly respectful and even funny. Not to mention he was much closer to your own age than other men that came on to you.

He must have started bribing Shoto for help or asking him about your interests too. Because sometimes when he would see you, he’d have a new book to give you or your favorite iced tea from a cafe you always frequented. Which, admittedly, was pretty damn cute.

The tatted up alt boy was actually growing on you. So one day, when both of you least expected it, you finally agreed to give him your number and go on a date.

That was the first time you ever saw him straight up smile. Not smirk or grin. He actually beamed. Just like a little boy who’d been told he could have a puppy.

Ok, ok. You admit it—he was cute.

Hopefully, that charm would extend over to dinner.

When the big date came, Dabi cleaned himself up. Opting out of his usual dark attire for a deep blue fitted Ralph Lauren polo and skinny khakis. He even took out some of his piercings in an attempt to look more presentable. He thought he cleaned up pretty nice if he did say so himself, but it was nothing compared to what you strutted in wearing.

Dabi had gotten used to your stylish but conservative work attire. He was so used to your hot teacher look, that he forgot you probably had some regular clothes in that amazing wardrobe of yours.

And damn did you pick out the most show stopping dress you had. You wore a wine colored dress that cut low in the front showing off those juicy tits of yours and stopped above the knee. The heels you wore made your thighs look even yummier and your ass was jiggling out of control with every step.

Down boy. Down boy. Down boy.

He scolded himself.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely, Dabi?” You teased.

“I’m Touya tonight, beautiful.” He struck a pose like a GQ model. You laughed. “Dabi was that guy that kept hitting on you, Touya’s the guy that’s gonna try not to screw it up.

“Oh,” you ran a manicured finger along his solid chest, “well, I agreed to a date with Dabi, but I guess Touya could be fun too.”

Dabi licked his lip, and your eyes fell on his tongue piercing, hungrily.

“Depending on how well the night goes, you might see Dabi come out later tonight.” He replied, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, but could feel your cheeks (and your pussy) warming.

“Boy! Come on.”

Dabi as Touya opened the door to the restaurant and ushered you inside.

The restaurant he took you to was definitely a high end place; complete with soft candle light, a jazz quartet, and a maître d’.

The chemistry the two of you had definitely translated over dinner.

Dabi was just as funny as he always was and he was genuinely interested in getting to know everything about you. He hung on to your every word about the funny things your students did in class. He enjoyed hearing your college stories. He even knew some of the books you enjoyed reading and could talk literature easily.

You discovered that he was the co-owner of a tattoo and piercing shop. He was the oldest of his siblings. And he enjoyed traveling and learning new things.

Dabi enjoyed vibing with you. He loved that your personality and sense of humor was just as amazing and substantial as that body he wanted a piece of so bad.

Dinner rolled into drinks and lasted well into the night. By the time the two of you were done it was damn near four A.M.

From that night on, you and Dabi became practically inseparable. He picked you up from school right along with Shoto for dinner after work, swung by with coffee, bought you any and everything you wanted (he does come from money after all) and after a year of dating, you became more than just a ‘Ms.’

Pt.2

#dabi x black!reader #dabi x reader #flirting #first dates #bnha fluff #my hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha #bnha scenarios #my hero fanfic #bnha headcanons #dabi scenarios #touya todoroki #mha headcanons #black writers #curvy reader

[burberryfaerie]

If Tonks had a younger sibling Pt 4 :

Pairings : Cedric diggory x gryffindor!reader

Warnings : Angst, fluff, character death, torture, crying, swearing, a war basically, possible spelling mistakes

A/N : In case if you're asking, yes i was crying during writing this.

Tags: @loveitsonlyforthebrave ❤️

Hermione apparates you to a place called Tottenham Court Road.

“The heck is a cappuccino? Is it better than butterbeer?”

Your ring suddenly rings violently and you can't understand why?

Dolohov and Rowle rudely interrupt your thoughts.

Going to Grimmauld place knowing damn well you're being followed.

Arthur Weasley's patronus reassuring that everyone is okay.

Remus's unlikely visit.

Muggle-borns are targeted by the ministry.

Your father and best friend are targeted.

Dora's pregnant.

You'll have your own niece / nephew.

But he wants to leave her.

“Me and my family went through shit Remus, and I won't let you break my sister's heart.”

Hating Remus with every inch of you.

Because how dare he breaks Dora's heart.

Kreacher's tale.

Regulus died as a good person who lived beneath the shadows of his prejudiced family.

The locket is with umbridge.

well, fuck

You know what's fucker?

Snape is headmaster

“WHAT ABOUT MINNIE?”

“who the heck are the carrows?”

Going to the ministry after drinking polyjuice potion and morphing in your case.

"Magic is might"

Seeing 'Umbitch'

Harry stupefying umbitch.

Escaping the ministry before Yaxley gets hold of you.

Apparating to a mysterious place.

A forest apparently.

Ron's splinched.

Hermione's protection spells.

“How do you have time to learn all this stuff? Last time I checked we go to the same school,”

“Last time I checked you don't study a word.”

Taking turns in wearing the locket since you can't destroy it.

Feeling so cruel once it rests around your neck.

It's a part of voldemort's soul afterall.

Ron leaving three months later.

Crying your eyes out every night because you miss your best friend so much it hurts.

Same thing with Hermione.

“Why haven't you told him Mione?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you love him”

You give her a knowing look, she returns it with the faintest of smiles.

Going to Godric's Hollow.

Looking at the statue of Lily, James amd baby Harry with sadness and awe.

They were too young to die.

Too innocent to die.

You visit their grave.

You smiled because you suddenly felt their presence, two warm souls watching over you.

Bathilda Bagshot.

Fuck that's a snake.

Voldy is here and he was about to murder the three of you right before you apparated.

Fast forward when Ron returns.

You're so. bloody mad at him but can't help it and pull him into a hug.

“You're such an idiot, Ronald Billius Weasley.”

Hermione's so mad too but you know damn well she still loves him.

Ron and Harry telling the events of last night, first horcrux is destroyed, wohoo.

Visiting Xenophilious Lovegood.

The deathly hallows and the tale of the three brothers.

Luna's painting of you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and her.

“She's so precious.” you think.

Xenophilious's betrayal.

Hermione wiping the fuck outta his memories.

fast forward a couple of days later.

listening to potterwatch. the norm.

lee jordan's voice

“Let's take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network  and Daily Prophet don't think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murders of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell.”

Feeling the worst heartache you've ever felt.

feeling as if every muscle, every cell in your body stopped functioning.

“No”

he can't die.

he was always okay. he can't just die.

he's expecting a grandchild. he can't just go.

The trio rushing to hug you.

Harry not able to meet your eyes.

“I'm so sorry” Hermione sobs into your neck.

You don't cry.

You can't cry.

You just sit there, feeling emptiness.

You suddenly get up, shoving everything in your way.

Ron holding you back.

"it's okay, I'm here” he reassures you.

You letting out a heart-wrenching scream that came out from god knows where.

Thank god Hermione has protection spells.

The trio tuck you into bed, making sure you were asleep.

You slept almost instantly, dreaming of your father who speaks to you.

“I'm always here, watching over you. Don't give up sweetheart, fight for your mom, dora, Remus and Cedric.”

“How'd you know about Cedric? ”

“I knew all along” he smiled

Waking up feeling slightly better the next day.

Fast forward when the snatches caught you.

Taken to Malfoy Manor

Bellatrix torturing you and craving "traitor" on your arm.

She also tries to slit your throat.

“You know? I want to murder you so badly, so you'd end up like your mudblood father, but I'll torture you, unril you beg for mercy.”

Literally screaming throughout the whole process.

“I know about Diggory, he's quite of a traitor, but his blood is pure, he won't want a filthy half-blood traitor like you with him.”

“SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, SHUT U—”

being cut of with her dagger cutting your skin.

she moves on to Hermione next while you watch helplessly.

Dobby, Harry and Ron save you two.

Apparating to shell cottage.

You spot a small, weak figure in the distance.

You try reaching out for it, but you're too weak.

You loose consciousness in Ron's arms.

Next thing you knew you were in a room, Fleur watching over you.

Learning that Dobby's lost his life.

Feeling so weak.

Remus visits.

Little Teddy is born!!!

Can't help but feel so happy and hugging Remus, forgetting about all the drama.

Harry's Teddy's godfather.

yay

Gringotts

You hide under Harry's cloak.

You get caught.

Robbing Bellatrix's vault.

Getting the horcrux and giving griphook the sword.

Aaaaaand Griphook betrays you.

Escaping on a dragon.

Basically having to head to hogwarts.

To get the horcrux.

Hogsmeade at Abeforth Dumbledore.

Ariana Dumbledore's portrait.

NEVILLLEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Him looking terrible yet dashing at the same time.

From your conversation, you concluded that the carrows and Snape are absolute assholes.

Reuniting with all your friends!

Harry goes to Ravenclaw tower with Luna.

The order is here .

Cedric spots you.

He literally just picks you up and kisses you.

infront of everyone basically.

including the adults.

feeling sorta awkward but you don't care.

“YOU ESCAPED GRINGOTTS ON A DRAGON?!! DAMN IT LOVE HOW CRAZY CAN YOU GET?!!! ”

Harry interrupts your adorable moment.

Voldemort wants Harry.

“Potter's right here! someone grab him”

yeah of course, pugface parkinson.

literally everyone jumping in to defend Harry.

The battle has started.

You seeing Dora and running to hug her.

“MY BRAVE SISTER!” she shouts.

“Once we're outta here, we're spoiling Teddy with every inch of me.”

“I kinda approve though”

Duelling multiple death eaters.

Including Dolohov, Rookwood, Rabstan Lestrange.

Saving Malfoy's arse from the flames in the room of requirement.

Going to the shrieking shack to face Voldemort.

Snape's dead.

He's acting weird all of a sudden.

Voldemort wants Harry to meet him in the forbidden forest.

The chaos has calmed down.

You enter the great hall.

Your eyes roam around the room to find the redheads huddled together, the Diggorys, somewhat crying?

You take a closer look, seeing what they're all mourning.

You shake your head in disbelief.

Remus and Dora?

Your sister?

Your soulmate?

They just had a baby.

You felt Fred and George hug you, Hermione and Ginny hugging eachother.

You kneel down.

Your world is crushing.

They're dead but they look so peaceful.

You hugged Dora.

Ever so tightly.

The last time you'll ever hug her.

You wished you can turn the clock back, to listen to to weird sisters together, to giggle behind the Malfoys back together, to annoy your mother together.

Perhaps you could've been able to save her.

You rest your head on her chest.

Muffled voices of everyone else speaking were in the background.

But you didn't care.

You let out a cry, a small one.

You let out a slightly louder one.

You felt your chest tighten, your stomach churn, you felt your eyes twitch underneath your lids.

You heard Cedric's comforting voice.

“Shhhhhh.. I got you love”

But his words are not comforting you.

You just lay there on Dora's chest.

By that, you knew your hair will never turn pink again.

You don't know how many minutes or hours had passed by.

You heard the familiar snake-like vouce of Lord Voldemort.

“Harry Potter is dead He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”

You slightly lift your head.

The great hall was deadly silent.

You were sure he was lying.

You slowly walked up, holding hands with Ron and Hermione, exiting the great hall.

Voldemort and his army stood and your eyes spotted Hagrid.

He was carrying someone.

It was Harry.

Your body can't lift you anymore.

Mconagall let out a terrible scream followed by yours , Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Cedric's then everyone else.

Neville standing up to Voldemort.

He- he killed the snAKE??!!!

You just watchung Neville like a proud mom.

Cahos erupts once more.

Harry's gone?

No like seriously, he's just vanished.

poof

Spotting Cedric taking over three death eaters all at once.

Just being so proud of him.

You duelling Rodolphus Lestrange.

Took over him (as you should)

Moving to Bellatrix Lestrange.

Duelling her with Hermione, Luna and Ginny.

Bitch just aimed a killing curse at Ginny??!

About to make your move but-

“Not my daughter you bitch”

literally internally screaming because MOLLY WEASLEY DID NOT JUST CUSS???

Bellatrix's downfall.

Just felt a bit relaxed.

Voldemort is about to kill Molly but—

FUCK??

HARRY??

DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURN INTO A GHOST TO KILL VOLDEMORT?!!

Voldemort's downfall.

The man who everyone feared sayimg his name, just, fell down.

dead

Post-battle

You hug your mom so tight , she knew about everything.

You raising Teddy along with your mother and Harry.

You still have nightmares and trauma from the war.

But, Cedric was always there for you.

Not like he was any better, but you two comfort eachother.

Him placing soft, small kisses around your "traitor" scar after telling him about the Malfoy Manor events.

You, Harry, Ron amd Hermione gather at the burrow, just sitting there in comfortable silence, holding eachother.

Three years pass by and Cedric's on one knee, asking you to be his forever.

You frantically saying “Yes” before hugging him.

You were now an auror, just like Dora.

The wedding was so simple.

You had Hermione, Ginny and Luna as your bridesmaids.

Looking at the empty seats made especially for your father, Remus, Dora and Sirius.

Saying "I do" before leaning in and kissing him.

And for the first time in three years, your hair turned pink again.

#harry potter #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin #the battle of hogwarts #draco malfoy #cedric diggory x reader #Cedric diggory #hermione granger #ron weasley #neville longbottom #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #hogwarts #luna lovegood #ginny weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #Weasleys #Tonks #andromeda tonks #ted tonks #bellatrix lestrange #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy

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The Unfaltering Chaos Trio - Chapter 1 - Goddamn it Izu

The noise of multiple sets of feet pounding against the pavement echoed up the walls of the building around them. The tallest figure spun around to cover their escape with a veil of fire, following the shorter companions soon after. The shouts of heros and the sirens of police cars reverberate around the inside of their skulls.

The tallest had dark, almost purple in color, burn scars that covered his body. Between old and new injuries it was difficult to tell what his condition was. He seemed to mostly be covered in dirt, however, the unlit alley ways provided no way to tell.

“Izuku this is all your fault!” The tallest yelled, the smallest responded by flipping his head back with a grin and a giggle. His green and black curly hair was pulled into a messy bun, his dark moss green eyes glimmered with mischief, he had several injuries already but didn’t seem to notice as he ran with a limp. The female running beside him was covered in scrapes and bruises, the hems of her clothing were singed and ripped.

“You’re welcome Dabi!” He responded as he looked forward again, and led the other two through the streets. Despite the delays they had been setting up, they could hear the pro heros getting closer and closer. A fireball narrowly missed the female of the group, hitting Izuku in the back. He cried out in pain as he stumbled and fell.

“Shit! Come on Izuku, tell us which way to go!” The female spoke as the taller male carried Izuku on his back. The anxiety of the three rose with every passing second, the heros were on their heels as they continued to run through the streets.

Before they could get any instructions, their escape was cut off by a wall of branches. The other passage was blocked off by several pro heros. Their sweat dropped as they heard the familiar thump of combat boots against concrete. They spun around to look at the raven haired man.

As Dabi and the unnamed female took a fighting stance, they were cut off before anything could happen.

“Your friend needs medical attention, it would be wise to surrender before he gets worse.” The pro hero, Eraserhead, stated. The pair didn’t seem to like that, seeing as the female gave a loud outburst in response.

“NOBODY TOUCHES OUR LITTLE BROTHER!” She screamed, the only thing keeping her from lunging forward was the weak grip she felt on the shoulder of her sweater. She looked to see Izuku was the one who had grabbed hold of her sweater, while Dabi sweeped his arm out to keep the female back.

“Toga, we’re surrounded. If we fight now, we might lose Izuku. Look at him-” Dabi tried to reason, Toga’s head dropped to the ground as she reached up and gently grasped the hand holding onto her sweater. They both knew that there was no way to easily heal him, after all the organization they belonged to had no healer in the group.

Izuku began to slip off Dabi as he spoke, Toga let out a screech as he rushed to try and support their chosen family member. Dabi looked alarm as they turned their attention to the boy faintly breathing at this point. They shared a look before slowly nodding, and surrendering.

Except, they forgot to put Izuku down beforehand, so they ended up dropping him on accident. Luckily Eraserhead was fast enough to use his capture gear and grab the boy.

The rest went as expected, except with Izuku in an ambulance while Toga and Dabi were being taken in for questioning. They ended up taking an offer that they couldn’t refuse from a mouse bear dog creature, and then were taken into the newest place of residence for the next few years.

That’s how Izuku woke up, handcuffed to a hospital bed, covered in bandages, with Toga sleeping next to him and Dabi leaned across the end of the bed in a chair. He stirred slightly and made a small noise as he reached out for his older brother.

“Hey Izu, how’d you sleep?” Toga asked him as she woke up and sat up, hooking an arm under his right armpit and holding his left arm to help him sit up. She then used her foot to poke Dabi awake.

“... Where are we?” Izuku rasped out, looking around the room carefully. Dabi slowly looked up and saw that Toga was helping to support the sickliest member of their sibling group. Dabi moved onto the bed, sliding behind Izuku so that he could fit. He looked at the bandages on his back and slowly untied them.

“We’re in UA. They used you as a bargaining chip against us, if we didn’t accept they were going to seperate us all.” Dabi explained as he unwrapped the tight bandages. Unfortunately, because of how Izuku’s broken bones had healed when he was younger, he had to be careful to not cause any more breakage. Izuku slumped softly against Dabi once the wrappings weren’t so tight.

“Thank you.” Izuku mumbled in gratitude. He shifted until he was more against the larger male, enjoying the heat his body gave off as it helped relax his taxed muscles. Toga joined her brothers in the pile on the bed, nestling into the crook beside Izuku.

That’s how the UA staff found them, well, that’s how Aizawa, Nezu, and Recovery Girl found them. They looked up silently at the door as it opened, the three of them stiffening as their muscles tensed. Dabi dragged Izuku closer to him as the trio subconsciously tried to squeeze themselves as much as possible against the white brick wall. They stood out against the sterile environment of the infirmary.

Izuku glared at the three, ignoring the tender areas on his back as he pressed against Dabi. He pulled Toga closer as well. The sight was quite interesting, with the three teens tense and hunched over like vultures. They didn't make a move or speak as they looked at the adults in the room.

Nezu jumped up on the bed and Izuku nearly screamed in response. It was hard to not want to reflexively screech when a white furred creature jumps up onto your hospital bed. Toga, Izuku, and Dabi were all too dazed and off put by the surreal events to fully process what was going on.

Recovery Girl did end up yelling at Izuku for not having his bandages on, when it was explained that the boy had a history of breaking bones without proper treatment. Meaning that, and this was especially true for his ribs, if there was too much pressure applied he could break his bones again. It also didn’t help that Toga and Dabi wouldn’t let the old woman get near Izuku if she had any intent of breaking his bones to heal them.

Once Izuku was no longer clad in a hospital gown. He instead was now wearing his tattered clothing that had been repaired with staples and the most hideous prints Izuku had ever seen - courtesy of Dabi and Toga - a random tee shirt, and the rest of his regular outfit. Including the twink shorts, stockings, garter belt, and high tops that had been dragged through the zombie apocalypse and back four times over.

Soon enough the chaotic trio had been led to the 1-A dorms, and shown their rooms. As the three weren’t allowed to leave campus yet, Nezu had instead placed them in the dorm systems as guinea pigs for how dorm life would look. Nezu would open up the dorms, likely at the end of the first semester, to the students.

It was only once the three children were inside the empty dorm building that they let out the breath they had been holding. They looked around the commons for a bit, then Aizawa gathered them shortly after.

“Alright you three, there’s a separate floor that’s just for you guys. Nezu had Cementos add to it while Izuku was in the infirmary. It does have running water and electricity, it’s also the floor where the boiler, furnace, and backup generators are. But you won’t be able to access that area.” Aizawa explained to them with an authoritative tone as he led the trio to the elevator. He inserted a key, opening up a button that would take them to the basement.

It was eerily quiet, the teens were still trying to process what in the fresh fuck was going on. It wasn’t too much of a surprise as their world had been turned upside down within only a few days.

“Thank you, we should be able to find our rooms from here.” Dabi huffed out as he coralled his siblings out of the elevator and sent them off down the hall. He raised his eye skeptically while Aizawa glared at him.

“What? We may have just had our entire world flipped, but we can take care of ourselves. We don’t need you or any other adult to keep us in check. The three od us may be chaotic but we’re not stupid, and even if Toga and Izuku are the most likely to get into trouble, they still know when to not push the boundries.” Dabi responded dryly, crossing his arms as he stood in front of Aizawa. His piercing lightning blue eyes seemed to cut into the hero’s soul.

“Yeah yeah, just stay out of trouble. Here’s a copy of the key to the elevator, don’t lose it.” Aizawa responded with the same dry tone, he placed a spare key in the hands of the teenager. He continued his conversation as he walked to the elevator.

“You three will be required to wear the UA uniforms tomorrow. I or another staff member will grab you tomorrow morning when classes start.” Aizawa spoke as he entered the elevator. The doors shut behind him, Dabi watching the entire time until he could hear the box departing. He headed in the direction Izuku and Toga went.

Toga came running around the corner screaming, hiding behind Dabi while the croaky cackling of Izuku could be heard. “He found a bunch of tools left over from construction!” Toga squeaked as she cowered behind Dabi, Izuku came tearing around the corner soon after with a sledge hammer in hand as he grinned widely. He was covered in dust and seemed very proud of himself.

“I knocked out the walls between the point where two of the bathroom cabinets connect, and the wall between two of the closets. So now we can have tunnels to visit each other!” He squealed, dragging them off to show his handy work. Surprisingly he didn’t absolutely destroy the walls and had somehow managed to get fairly clean cuts.

“How did you-” Dabi began to ask, before being cut off by Izuku.

“Magic.”

Dabi looked at Toga, who gave him a shrug. He seemed to just accept the fact that their younger brother was one to take action without thinking. This was clearly one of those moments, as Izuku ran off to go explore some more. Meanwhile, Toga and Dabi decided to explore the now connected rooms. Each of them were bare beyond a closet with some uniforms, a night stand, and a bed. They wrinkled their noses in disgust with a light sneer.

“Hey Izuku! We’re going to dismantle the beds and move them all to the central room! Bring that tool box you found!” Toga yelled out into the halls, there was some rustling and a crash before Izuku came bounding over with a tool box. Dabi set out on dismantling the wooden frames while Toga and Izuku went to work on moving the mattresses out into the hall.

Izuku and Toga soon returned to grab tools and go dismantle the other bed frame, they kept the one in the central room intact. Using the closet tunnel they moved the pieces of the frame into the central room. Dabi got them to help move the pieces into the hall and into the central room.

The entire process took over an hour, and rebuilding a bed frame to fit three mattresses all next to each other took even longer. By the time they had finished they were all wiped out, they had no clocks in the dorms, but guessing by their biological clocks and their exhaustion they figured it was around 9 or 10 pm.

The low growling of their stomachs shook them from their shock as they sighed, Toga flopped onto one of the mattresses with a heavy huff. Izuku gave a sigh.

“I’ll go scrounge something together for us, there’s likely something I can manage to find in the school kitchen.” Izuku offered, he had the most experience with living on the streets than the other two. So when it came to times like this he was usually the one to go and scrounge around.

On the other side of the city, it had taken Aizawa until he got home to realize he forgot to tell the kids to go grab food. He mentally cursed at himself, there wouldn’t be any other teachers present at this time to tell the kids. He didn’t have any way to call them, as he didn’t have their numbers despite them having phones.

Izuku didn’t take long to exploit his skills of having the flexibility of a ferret. To the boy, climbing around and finding escape routes was like a sixth sense. So within fifteen minutes, he had escaped the basement, gotten out of the dorms, snuck into the cafeteria through the kitchen back door, and was now poking around to see what he could find.

There! An open bag of white rice. He looked around for something to put the rice in, deciding to turn his hoodie around and use his hood to carry the rice. He filled it with as much as he could manage, pulled the draw strings tight, and fled before he could push his luck too far. He was back to the dorms even quicker now that he knew where to enter the basement again.

It wasn’t long before Izuku had found a hot plate and a small pot to cook with, he squirreled away back to the room where his siblings were. Toga sat up when she heard Izuku, and Dabi looked over from where he was seated. They watched as Izuku filled the pot with water and plugged in the hot plate. He scampered off to grab a lid, a stirring spoon, and some dishware to use.

Izuku had only made a small portion of the rice, and soon enough the rice finished cooking. The trio was able to dish up their plain meal. Izuku unplugged the hot plate as he and his siblings dug into the bland rice, but even so they enjoyed just having something warm to eat. Soon enough with the warmth of food inside them, mixed with exhaustion, they all climbed onto the beds and fell asleep with their limbs entangled.

The next morning the three woke up fairly early, each of them got up and stretched individually. Without saying a word, Toga bounded off to one of the bathrooms to shower, while Izuku and Dabi used the same one. Both boys had trouble reaching various spots. Izuku often couldn’t get all the soap out of the thick mop of hair on his head. While Dabi couldn’t always reach his back to clean the dirt out from under the staples and in between his scars. Izuku also liked to help Dabi re-dye his hair when the black began to face.

Soon enough all three were finished with their showers and had dried off. They each dawned the new uniforms they were required to wear, and Izuku went to wash the pot and cook up some more rice before a teacher came to grab them. All three of them scarfed down their rice after it was finished cooking. After, Izuku styled Toga’s hair into her usual space buns.

Dabi took the bun out of Izuku’s hair and brushed it while the other male was busy with Toga’s hair. He put it back up into a bun before brushing his own hair. Dabi grabbed the key and used it to access the elevator so that they could go sit in the commons. The three teens went and sat on the floor near the doorway while they waited for a teacher or staff member to come grab them. Time ticked by agonizingly slow for the tree, Izuku took to napping against the wall. Toga decided to subtly move the furniture around, while Dabi just charged his phone and played on it.

Finally salvation came in the form of the door knob turning. The three jumped to their feet and wept in joy as the boredom was finally banished from the kingdom, at least until the quest reset for the next person to come along and obtain it.

Izuku immediately recognized who the hero was without so much as looking directly at them. He quietly muttered indignantly under his breath, but didn’t comment on it as they followed Japan’s national golden labrador. Sufficient to say, the reverse-otaku for a hero was not the most favorite among the three. The vibrations of him walking up to the door were enough to rudely jar Izuku awake, and the smile that reflected light even in the depths of the abyss was enough to get the green haired teenager more than annoyed.

The walk through the halls didn’t seem to lift their spirits any higher. The sheer size of the place was enough to put all of them on edge, and the idea of it being filled with future heros didn’t help in the slightest. Eventually they reached the gargantuan doors of class 1-A, and just in time as they were called to enter the classroom.

Swallowing the anxiety in their throats and steeling themselves for the events of the future, they slid the door open and walked into the classroom. The murmurs and shouts of excitement died out entirely for a few blissful milliseconds, only for the chaos to return. They looked between each other, unsure what to do, before the caterpillar on the floor got up to quiet down the class.

“All of you be quiet. We have three new students joining us, as you can tell, they will introduce themselves and then you may ask questions. Keep the volume down, if I have to be woken up because you all are too rowdy there will be severe consequences.” The tired talking caterpillar spoke, the three stared at the amalgamation before realizing that it was a sleeping bag that contained their homeroom teacher.

Izuku hesitantly walked up to the podium to introduce himself, he wanted to get this done and over with. He spoke clearly to the class in an excited manner.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya, I don’t have a quirk. A fun fact is that I’ve broken several bones and never gotten any treatment, the worst is from when I broke four ribs.” He beamed, bouncing on his heels as if it was perfectly normal to have broken four ribs and even more bones.

Dabi gently pulled Izuku back, the small boy easily following as Toga soon took the place of where Izuku was once standing. She seemed to share the same attitude towards her greeting as Izuku, except not as much bent on the breakage of one’s body.

“I’m Toga Himiko! My quirk is Transform, I have to consume the blood of someone to take their form. I like knives and one time I ate a bird!” Toga enthusiastically spoke, spinning around to join Izuku. Dabi was the last one to go.

“I go by Dabi. My quirk is Cremation, basically I can use blue fire. These are my adopted siblings.” Dabi spoke plainly, making blue fire in his hand as a demonstration before putting it out and joining his siblings.

That’s when izuku noticed a particular ash blonde and pressed as close as he could to his siblings. While Izuku didn’t necessarily fear the man, he had mixed emotions and typically avoided confrontation at all costs.

“DEKU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU QUIRKLESS BASTARD!” The boy remarked angrily as his palms popped with the sound of small explosions. Izuku let out a sigh and stepped forward slightly.

“I’m not here by choice, flaming dumpster fire man fucking hit me with a fireball and I woke up here after collapsing on the ground. I’m here not because I want to be a hero, but because I’m a villain who got captured thanks to the pompous assholes you all look up to. Got that, Kacchan?” Izuku snipped back, the class went quiet as the resident angry pomeranian stopped working. Izuku gave an annoyed huff in response as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“We’re not answering any questions.” The three spoke before heading to their seats. They quietly conversed between each other as they ignored those around them.

#bnha au #mha au #mha #bnha #izuku midoriya #rat coon #mha izuku #bnha dabi #dabi #mha dabi #toga himiko #mha toga #bnha deku #bnha izuku #bnha toga #class 1 a #class 1a #aizawa #shouta aizawa #mha aizawa #mr aizawa #aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #rat coon side au #crack #pagankingfinn

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‘Bonding Time’

Wordcount: 2322

Pairing: Roman/Remus 

AO3

All fluff all the time, the twins build a fort to have a sleepover.

“Roman!” Remus yells as he runs into his twins room, stopping in front of his bed and staring at him. Roman turns his head up towards his brother in acknowledgement. “Sleepover!” Remus shouts and then proceeds to trounce around the room to gather numerous random items, Roman’s head follows his brothers movements from the perch on his bed.

“Sleepover? With who? Is everyone joining us?” he enquires, glaring suspiciously playful at Remus as he continues to raid Roman’s things.

“Uh, you and me. Obviously. Come on who else is worthy of our time, huh?” it seems like the question wasn’t rhetorical, considering he stopped bouncing and talking, a playful smile on his face as well.

“Well, everyone else for one, Thomas is a given of course” Roman waves his hand.

“Oh, pish posh, you know what I meant” Remus scoffs flipping his hand about.

“You know, it’s not really a sleepover if we live together. You do know this right?”

Remus rolls his eyes “Well, oh sibling of mine, let me educate you!” he says dramatically, twirling around and booping Roman’s nose. “It’s a sleepover if” he holds up his fingers, ticking them off as he goes.

“One: we make a super awesome fort in the living room.

Two: we watch dumb movies and laugh at them all night.

Three: when not watching movies we either play video games, have a meaningful philosophical  bull shit talk or a pillow or food fight Or both at the same time!

Four: I say it is” he concludes. “Now stop being a buttcheek and come downstairs to help me set it up.”

Roman sighs with a small chuckle “yes sure I’ll be down in a second, just need to finish this sketch.” Remus seems satisfied with that answer, cause he turns with a hop and saunters out the door with an armful of things.

Roman wanders downstairs a little while after, sniffing the air, a small smile tugging at his lips, walking into the commons room he plops himself down next to his twin who is sitting upside down on the couch.

“Are you baking cookies?” he asks sceptically as he tilts his head to the side, sniffing the air again, eyes widening “and making chocolate popcorn?” he says a little shocked.

“Psshh” Remus scoffs and waves his hand “yeah right dad will let me use the kitchen ever again after the first time I used the kitchen, you should see the other sides kitchen, totally unusable” he says, manic grin on his face.

“Right, what was I thinking? Does that mean you got Patton to cook for us?” he exclaims a little too enthusiastically for Remus’ liking, making him faux pout.

“You don’t have to sound so happy about it” he huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, sticking his tongue out.

Roman laughs and rests his head on Remus’ shoulder, snuggling up a bit to his twin.

“Aw, Remus. We all know you’re the worst cook in this family. Don’t try and deny.” Remus opens his mouth to argue, but Roman adds in “it wont work.” Remus glares at his twin as best he can, until he lets out a laugh of his own.

“Yeah, I know. But only because I make it that way, I can cook you’ll see. You’ll all see!” he cackles a little too dramatically, getting Roman to be a giggling mess.

“You’re insane” Roman exclaims between giggles, pushing his brothers face away from himself.

“Oh, I know. But I got you to laugh” he says the last word in a sing song voice and then flipping off of the couch, making the both of them tumble to the ground as he jumps up with a flourish, making his way to the large pile of pillows, blankets and sheets to begin on their fort.

“Ugh rude” Roman says through a smile, looking up at his brother from the floor with a slight pout in place.

“I think I can get used to seeing you look up at me like that Ro” Remus says like he just figured this out.

“I bet you could, but we’ve got a fort to build don’t we?” Roman replies.

“And we’ll continue this conversation in that fort then!” Remus declares.

“So, we just going to conjure it up or do it the good old fashioned way?” Roman questions.

Hearing a loud dramatic gasp and having a pillow thrown at his head, courtesy of The Duke of course

.“Why would you even think of just conjuring it! It takes away from the sibling bonding! And not to mention the sleepover fun.” Remus shouts out.

“I doubt we can bond even more than we have” Roman deadpans.

“You’d be surprised dude. You never know what can happen.” he says, matter of factly.

“Fine fine” Roman concedes “It would look nicer with it being conjured, but I understand what you mean.”

So they start up on the fort and it nears it’s completion sooner than either think it would with all the distractions they provide each other and the multiple times they had to rebuild it because the structural integrity wasn’t up to par but they got there.

As Roman is safety pinning one last thing into place Patton walks into the living room.

“Hey kiddos! Cookies are cooling and the popcorn is done for your little bonding night for whenever you want them, I know how scorching you like your baked goods Remus.”

“Thank you Padre, we would be eating cardboard or worse if it wasn’t for you” Roman says as he goes to gather the snacks, shoving Remus in a mound of pillows before he even got the chance to get up from what he was pining down.

“The fuck Ro!” he laughs out, while attempting to pull himself out of the large amount of cushioning, failing horribly.

Patton giggles at the brothers antics “no problamo Romano! I’m always happy to help, I’m gonna go to my room now though so have fun!” He says as he walks up the stairs instead of sinking out to his room.

As Roman bounds his way back to the living room, large bowl in one arm and a Tupperware of cookies in the other, salutes to Patton as he ascends “sweet dreams Pat!”

The Prince stops right in front of Remus after putting the snacks down and looks down at him still encased in the comforters and pillows “what are you doing?” Roman asks.

“Uh, resigning to my fate. Duh” he’s stopped trying to escape the floofyness of the pillows to instead stay perfectly still. “Cookie me” he calmly orders.

Roman goes back to the table, picks up a cookie from the container and throws it at his brother, it lands on his face and he splutters a laugh, squirming once again to get out of the pillow jail.

“Oh, did I get your face?” Roman snickers.

“You did that on purpose” Remus laughs out but shoves the cookie in his mouth anyway.

“You can’t prove that” Roman responds as he goes to help his brother out of his prison.

“I see how it is” he looks up to Roman’s extended hand, grabs it and yanks the prince down with him into the pillows.

Roman lands on top of him, smashing their foreheads together in a painful crack, they both blink the tears away, looking at each other before falling into loud laughter.

When the laughter dies down, Roman rests his elbows on each side of Remus’ face, smirking at him.

“I’m not getting off of you” he declares before flopping fully onto the duke, Remus delving into laughter once again.

“Come on Ro!” he chortles as he flails his legs. Roman shakes his head.

“Mmnm, nope” he says, against his brothers neck, voice muffled a bit.

“Don’t talk it tickles!” Remus laughs out, struggling a bit under his twins weight.

Roman lifts himself up a bit to look at Remus “you make a compelling argument, oh brother mine” he says as he bonks their foreheads together affectionately this time “I’ll kiss it instead then” he says as he pecks the flesh at Remus’ neck softly.

Remus growls and latches on to Roman’s shoulders “as much as I’d like to keep on this track, and holy ever loving fuuuuck do I, we have a fort to make comfy.”

“Another compelling argument there, you’re gonna have to let me go though” Roman says with another small peck.

“You’re kinda making it hard” Remus says; then adds “double entendre totally intended” he purrs.

Roman snickers an ‘of course’ as he actually does get off the large pile of pillows and such they were sharing.

“Aren’t you going to help me up?” Remus implores, with puppy dog eyes.

“Mm, nope. You suffer” Roman replies, checking his perfect nails nonchalantly.

“And people say I’m the evil twin, what ever happened to chivalry Princey?

“So many compelling arguments tonight, you’ve been spending too much time with Logan.”

“Ya jealooooous Roro?” Remus teases.

“Not in the slightest, now help with the rest of this so we can put on a movie we can ignore.”

That gets Remus to move from his comfort prison.

They put all the blankets and pillows in the fort with their snacks and some drinks and they’re finally done.

“So what are we doing first?” Roman tilts his head a bit in question.

“Snacks and that ignoring movies thing duh” Remus waves his hand in an 'obviously’ motion, then his eyes light up “I’ll go get a stack of horror movies” he declares, bouncing off to the movie shelf.

“Get the games we’re going to play also so we don’t have to later” Roman interjects as he watches Remus leave the fort.

“Smart!” Remus yells towards the fort he just left.

They get settled into their fort, and they actually get into the first movie they put on just because of how bad it is.

They’re on their stomachs watching the horror movie, Roman snuggled close to Remus who is ranting at the current stupid teenager on screen.

“Ugh, this bitch is so dumb! DON’T GO THERE!” he yells at the screen, pounding his hands on the floor in front of him, Roman snickers at his outburst. “I swear his only redeeming quality are his looks! And he’s not even that pretty!” he complains.

Roman nods “you’re right. he’s got nothing on you” Roman says playfully mocking, rocking their shoulders together.

“Damn straight he doesn’t you fuckin narcissist” Remus affirms with a quick nod, grinning at the television as the guy on screen gets brutally murdered with a hatchet. “What did I just say?” he says flapping his hand at the television.

“To not go there.”

“And what did he fucking do?”

“He went there.”

The twins watched that movie and then proceeded to put on another, but soon lost interest in it in favour for getting more interested with each other.

“We don’t have to watch this movie” Remus says as he snuggles closer to Roman.

“Or, we can watch this movie” Roman says, playing dumb.

Remus huffs “ooor” he prompts as he wiggles up a little further and nuzzles Romans neck.

“Ooor?” Roman asks as Remus starts to trail little kisses up his neck.

“Yeah, or” he says between the neck kisses, Roman letting out a breathy laugh.

“Ah, I see. Or.” Roman hums.”But this movie is soooo interesting” Roman says sarcastically.

Remus whines “or you could just kill my hopes and dreams! You just stabbed my dreams in the head!” he exclaims with a pout on his face “are you happy Ro? You just killed my dreams, they’re dead, laying on the floor bleeding out with no way of getting help, wounded, in agony with no one for miles and miles around to-”

“Are you finished yet? You took this way too far you drama queen” Roman says as he snickers, rolling his eyes.

Remus playfully glares and hums a little looking at Roman, smirk on his lips. “Shut up” he says affectionately.

“But what else would I ever do with my mouth?” Roman asks playfully before Remus bites down on his neck, getting a small moan in reward, trailing small bites and kisses up Roman’s neck and along his jaw, up to his ear and whispers.

“Oh, I can think of a couple of things” he bites Romans lobe, trailing his hands all along Romans torso.

“Ahh- I uh, I bet you can” Roman lets out a little whimper as the biting continues, bites turning into suckling,“ahh-haa-as much as I like this, may-mm-maybe you shouldn’t leave a mark” he says between his small moans. Remus acknowledges him with a hum, licking the small wound he just made.

He wouldn’t mind the mark if they didn’t have to hide their relationship from everyone else, they all think this is 'sibling bonding time’. I mean it is, but also date night.

“Ah, too late, sorry bro. Looks like it’s scarves or turtle necks for you” he announces a little proudly, Roman glaring slightly before rolling over and switching their roles, biting down hard on Remus’ neck before he gets a chance to react.

“Mm-hahh, yeess Roomaan” he wines out in a moan.

“Mmm, you’re suffering with me” he says as he continues to make the bite mark a bit larger, getting slightly louder than his own moans from Remus in reward.

Pulling back when satisfied with the mark that is on his twins neck by now and smirks.

“Don’t stop now” Remus huffs out.

Roman smiles and moves closer to Remus again but to kiss him on the lips this time.

“We should probably go to sleep soon though” Roman says in between small quick kisses and then pausing.

“Probably” Remus mumbles against his lips.

“That’s not going to happen is it?”

Remus just answers with a wide smile a growl and another bite mark.

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Your Bluff. (KBTBB)

Authors Note: So, this is the prologue to the alternative version of ‘I Want To Play’ I wanted to write it out as the emotions behind the writing are very real unfortunately. Please let me know if you enjoy this version, I’m not sure who the pairing with Rose is yet, so if anyone wants to pick a KBTBB guy for me that’d be fab, at this point it could be anyone. It also probably won’t be smutty for a chapter or two either. Anyway, enjoy. Reviews required pls x.

“The next time our money is late, we’ll be taking a part of the lil red head with us. Tell ya boy he’s out of chances.” 

Rose grimaced, the pain when she breathed in made her lungs feel like they were being stretched to their capacity. She didn’t remember the last time she’d had her ass handed to her like this. Although usually, she’d fight back but she wasn’t alone so that meant she had a bigger weakness that the men stomping on her rib cage.

Luckily enough they only sucker punched her in the cheek once. So her face should be pretty normal, maybe a swollen jaw but nothing she couldn’t get away with at work. She couldn’t afford to miss any shifts. 

Especially now.

She watched through half lidded eyes as the assailants waltz off as casually as they cornered Rose and her sister. She glanced to her left after they were out of her eyesight to check her sister was still there and fine.

Which was pretty much confirmed for Rose when Francis rushed to her side and crouched over her like she was a dying bird.   

“We need to get you to a hospital.” Squawked the ever frantic voice of her sister, Francis.  

This was fucked. 

Rose had only been in England for just over 24 hours and she was already beaten black and blue by her Sister’s boyfriends drug dealers.  

London hadn’t changed much. The thugs that beat Rose were just the muscle behind the much bigger people that didn’t want to dirty their hands. That sounded very similar to some people pretty close to her. 

Shame it wasn’t comforting to know that no matter where you went people were completely fucked. 

With as much as her pain threshold would permit, Rose reached up and slapped Francis’s phone out of her hand before she could dial 999. 

“Don’t need it.” Rose said, pushed herself up, the rush of pain to her ribs was far more intense than she had anticipated and had to lean on a nearby wall for support till it lessened slightly.

“I’m going back to work.” Rose stated, trying to straighten herself as much as her wounded state would allow her. 

“Don’’t be stupid, you need medical attention,” Francis insisted but watched as Rose just shook her head.

“Why are being so stubborn? I’m trying to fucking help you, you asshole. Stop playing the hero.” Francis began to shout at her younger sister.

Well, if Rose wasn’t already pissed, she certainly was now.

After paying, on multiple occasions, for debts that WEREN’T hers and using HER money that she had earned, she was the one in the wrong. Not only that, she just took a shit load of pain that she didn’t deserve...mostly, Rose only got gobby when one of the men approached her sister.

Her brain throbbed signalling her that she needed to leave.

This was no longer her home, it had changed and she had changed since she moved to Japan all those years ago. Francis was no longer someone she recognised and Rose herself no longer felt anything but numbness when looking at her in this moment.

But maybe that was just the pain she was in. 

Sending a peace sign behind her, Rose began walking. Right now, she couldn’t look at the one person in the world she used to trust wholeheartedly, no matter the oceans between them. 

Deep down, Rose knew this day would come. Their bond as sisters would  become distorted, it was written in the lines of her sisters personality and Rose had memorised that script a long time ago.

That didn’t mean it didn’t shatter her heart any less.

The electric bolts of pain seemed to become easier with each step. She was always good with pain, she knew how to take a beating and she knew how to give one but she knew her limits. 

This was not a fight she could win because it was just a warning. Had they wanted to, they could have overpowered and killed both women then and there behind the Wetherspoons. 

Rose wrapped her arm under her breasts to try and ease the insistent throbbing that she wasn’t sure if it was coming from the ache in her heart or the possible multiple broken ribs she has. 

If she ever met this boyfriend of her sister’s again, she was going to return the favour full force. What man puts the woman he promotes he loves in any form of danger for a habit that only exacerbates his traumas from his past?

Answer: he wasn’t a man - he was a lowlife, shit cavern that needed to have a barbed dildo shoved up his piss hole. 

However, she couldn’t forgive Francis’s part in all of this either. To Rose, enabling was just as bad as being the drug addict yourself. 

Rose wasn’t made of money but she had been saving to pay off a debt of her own and move back to England. But now she had next to nothing left, so that idea was nothing but a misty day dream. 

Although, right now, she didn’t care anymore. What did she have left anyway? A sister who had made her own bed?  

Once upon a time, being strong and the voice of reason for her older sister was something she’d grown into the role of. And she didn’t mind but her sibling stopped listening to Rose’s ‘wise beyond her years’ words when she met her new boyfriend just over a year ago.

They moved in together three months after dating and Rose already saw red flags but she gave them her blessing and decided it wasn’t her business to judge their love. And her sister was smitten.

Having to watch her older sister fall time and time after men that used her for nothing but the physical was torturous and she watched her self-worth diminish into nothing but something to fuck and chuck.

But to bounce from that to a man who provided nothing but increasing debt from his drug habit was a million times worse. 

Three times within the last three months Rose had had to bail her sister out, whether it was so they could eat for the month or to pay off the drug dealers. And on her first trip back to the UK in nine months, she comes back and has to pay another hefty amount out of her savings to stop them from doing something more drastic than giving Rose a little kick around.

The only saving grace for Rose right now was that she didn’t actually have a shift today. She was rewarded with a day off, she wasn’t sure why but she wasn’t going to ask.  

As far as she was aware, Ichinomiya and Mr. Oh were back in Japan for a couple of days for business so she didn’t need to worry about them. She didn’t care nor know where the others were. Except for Luke, who she needed to see right now.

He’d been in England for a few days longer than the rest of them. He’d had to perform a black market surgery and that was all Rose knew. Not that his creepy presence was particular missed but Rose hadn’t seen him since they arrived.

She always found it easier to know less of their illegal activities, not that they ever told her anything.

The rest of the penthouse crew followed a few days later with their faithful servant Rose in tow. She had no choice on whether she was allowed to come or not and originally she really wanted to. Especially knowing all expenses would be covered for her transfer in job over there. And with her dwindling funds due to her paying Francis’s leech’s debts, she could finally go home and not worry too much for once.

That didn’t last long. 

Rose looked up as the Tres Spades hotel came into sight. She had never been so relieved to see this place. How long it took her to get here and where she came from was a complete mystery to her, she was running on adrenaline but now that was starting to fizzle out.

Specs of light began to appear in Rose’s vision, her brain clouding over in a hazy fog, the everyday life of London began fading away into white noise as she entered the lobby. 

She could feel her consciousness begin to fade, perhaps she was more injured than she first thought. Mouth opening but unsure of whether she was able to make herself speak, attempting to call out for Kenzaki who she knew would be at the main desk.

The last thing Rose remembered was a flash of Lilac and the call of her real name from several voices before she fell into a warm darkness. 

She welcomed the silence, part of her hoped it’d be eternal.  

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Here & Now - Chapter 14

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Fluff; Chill romance

Word Count: 2,240

Warning: None.

Banner Marker: @dee-ehn​

For the twentieth time that afternoon I opened Twitter up and began to type up a post, but halfway through stopped myself and threw the phone to the side. The urge to respond to people being dumbasses was so strong.

"Do I need to take your phone away?" Yoongi asked.

He wasn't looking at me, just typing away in the notes app on his phone. Something about lyrics he needed to get out and not being in the mood to go look for his notebook.

"Maybe."

Without missing a beat or stopping his typing he extended on of his hand out to me. I picked up the phone and was going to place it in his hand, but snatched it back at the last moment.

"Wait, no. I'll just lurk on Instagram. I'm sure making myself hungry looking at food pics will make me forget the antis and the fans defending your virtue against me."

He scoffed, eyes flickering over to me finally. "Defending my what? There is nothing to defend. I'm an adult who can live their life how I please. I'm allowed to whisper to my friends and not automatically be in some secret relationship."

'Tell them that' is what I wanted to say out loud in a very snarky voice, but refrained. Instead, I just went to Instagram and scrolled through the posts. Nothing to piss me off, because I refused to look at the comments under my most recent posts. I'd done that like an idiot the day the news dropped.

And it was so annoying because it wasn't news. It was some "fan" sneaking a high-quality camera into the show and finding the right angle to snap pictures. They'd gotten quite a few, mostly of the boys. Some of Halsey. Some of me talking and laughing with the boys and Halsey. But that hadn't mattered at all, because even though I'd had Joon and Jungkook whisper things to me at different times, it only mattered that Yoongi did. Because goodness forbid we be seen together being comfortable twice in the span of months.

Most didn't care, but the vicious little circle of toxics that always tried to start shit were laying it on thick. And they easily roped in the trolls of who gave a shit about piling onto k-pop drama and not the music itself. Even worse were the newer and naive fans who just listened to what they were told with no fact-checking.

It was annoying and less stressful than I thought a "scandal" would be. Probably because they were stupid rumors and most were telling them to lay off. Most ARMY, other fandoms, and multis seemed to get it.

But I had to admit the racism and comments about my appearance or quality of work were pissing me off. And were the main reason I was ready to go on a rant, but I didn't want to make things crazier because I went on a rampage.

"So...," Joon said as he entered the room.

He'd been sitting on the couch beside me, but then vanished for twenty minutes when he got a phone call. When he left he'd looked stressed, but now he seemed calmer; though the phone was still clutched in his hand.

"What's up?" I asked.

"So, I know you've wanted to rage at the world for the past day and a half. And you are also free to do whatever you please, no matter what anyone says. And that you haven't for our sake, but Bang PDnim said he wouldn't be upset at all if you addressed it. He welcomes it, actually." He spoke so slowly, as if testing the waters, that I'd gotten annoyed halfway through.

For a moment I weighed my options because I'd honestly been more worried about the backlash on them and Bang being upset with me more than them being trash to me. They wouldn't affect my job as a producer at all, they didn't have that power. And if they hate bought my books to do whatever with them it would just be more money towards me getting royalties.

In the end, the energy didn't seem worth it, but then the option to go live on Insta presented itself and a smile formed. "How does a live sound? Haven't done one in a while for my normal few people who care. I know they'll be lurking there."

Joon put the phone back to his hair and asked, after a few seconds he said his goodbyes and hung up.

"Go ahead," he said.

Without a word, I got up and headed to the kitchen, it was where I did most of my lives. Which made me happy that we'd (Hals) had chosen my place to hang out, I didn't want those questions about where I was for the first half an hour as people appeared.

Propping my phone in its usual spot I got the live started and moved off-camera to grab a can of pop from the fridge. When I returned there were about thirty people present and the number was steadily climbing.

"Yeah, I think the last live was like a month ago. Probably something book-related too," I said in response to a question.

A few more minutes ticked by and the number reached several hundred and then I knew it was time.

"Hello, my people. How are you? I hope you're good or not as shitty as you were the day before. Thought I'd do a live because it's overdo and for another reason. Though today won't be music or writing focused, just us talking. And then me going into a monologue at some point."

The chat flooded with responses and asking me how I was. A second later came the first asshole, which didn't surprise me. In fact, I'd expected they'd appear faster than ten minutes in, they were slipping.

"I'm good. Tired, but I'm on a tiny break from all my work. No music to make and ahead of writing-related deadlines. This weekend has been me being forced to relax until things ramp up again next weekend."

Where is the music? It's so quiet. Someone commented.

"Oh, shit you're right. I've been around people all day and can still hear them in another room, so it seems louder to me. Alexa play Always and Forever playlist."

A few seconds later and the sound of Missy Elliot's Lose Control was filling the space.

The number had climbed to the thousands in the blink of an eye and there were more people with k-pop profile pics. Some of them were familiar from other streams, some of them asking me a thousand and one BTS questions. The few were those that were obviously by trash and or trolls; who were the ones I wanted there the most.

What are you working on music wise?

"Well, I'm mostly finishing up projects. I'm going on a half forced, half chosen break for a month. So no new projects as of last week. I'll be finishing up most of my stuff in a week or two and then I'll still have other things, but they aren't as pressing."

But what specifically?

"You know I'm not answering that one. I never do."

There were a few requests for a tiny hint and some all capped ones about if any of those projects were SUGA related stuff.

"Maybe," I said, giving no context to what I was answering.

In my teasing, I hadn't noticed Yoongi until he came in and bumped me to the side with his hip. He took up half the screen and his head blocked me from being able to read the screen at first. I had to lightly shove him to the side.

But even without looking I knew that chat was losing its shit.

"So, you do have a break after all?" He asked in English, his tone accusing.

I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on finding the questions where people weren't excited. His appearance was sending the viewers into numbers I'd never hit before, I should have started the live with him there.

"I never said I didn't have a break coming up. All of you just started scolding me without asking other questions."

WHAT IS YOONGI DOING THERE?!!??!!!!

SHSJSKSKSKA

She said all. Is all of BTS there?

skskskksks what is goign on?

Told you they were dating.

I made a face at the last one, turning to him with a 'what the fuck' face, one he also returned.

Then I turned my attention to the screen. "We aren't dating. We're working together. We're friends. That's it. You all have literally seen pictures with Hals so in my face we're almost kissing and not one dating rumor has appeared. And that would also be false."

"Why didn't we get any dating scandals when we worked together?" Joon asked in Korean off-camera, slowly moving closer.

"Because we obviously radiated big sibling energy," I responded.

Yoongi chuckled beside me, a smirk on his face.

"See, even Yoon agrees."

Joon opened and closed his mouth, probably trying to find a response to that. But then he just huffed. I thought it was over after that, but then he mumbled something.

"I don't give off sibling energy."

From there on it just the three of thus talking about how he does, reassuring him that it's only with certain people and just otherwise talking shit.

"Pay attention to you live people. You have everyone confused and only like 20 people understand what you're saying," Halsey shouted from wherever she was.

We'd gotten so caught up I had forgotten about the live and didn't realize we'd speaking purely in Korean. Turning back to the screen I read the comments that were now zooming by faster than I could read.

what are they saying?

She speaks Korean?

HELLO PAY ATTENTION TO US

Was that Halsey?!??!?!

"Yes, that was Halsey." I turned towards the doorway and yelled, "Bring your butt out here."

There was shuffling and one set of footsteps turned into multiple and soon the kitchen was flooded with people. The space felt smaller as they all tried to bunch in where we stood at the island. At some point, I just picked up the phone and moved it around so they all could look and or wave.

"They have invaded my home and I don't know how to get them to leave," I teased.

"You love us," Hals said.

She'd worked her way up next to me, knocking Joon to the side a little. Her eyes were trained on the phone, now propped up where it had been before.

"Hey, guys. We're all tired and decided to hang out indoors instead of going out. Jungkook and Tae are teaching me how to play Overwatch. Ken tried months ago, but said I was a lost cause."

I scoffed. "The lies you tell."

Before anything else could be said the doorbell went off, but Jin stopped me and went to go check himself. A few seconds passed and then there was a shout.

"Food's here!"

That's all it took for everyone to scramble out of the room, leaving me with Yoongi who was standing off to the side and kind of out of sight.

My stomach grumbled and I sighed. "Okay. This did not go down the path I meant it to, but whatever. I'm going to eat and then I might just post what I wanted to say on Twitter or something."

Just as my finger moved to the button that would end the live so I could say bye, it was snatched out of my hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked Yoongi.

He held up a finger to me and continued to stare into the camera. After a moment he spoke in English, taking a moment to get the right words out.

"Recently rumors about Kendall and I have happened. This is the second time and the rumors while not true would be fine, but attacking her is not. We are not dating. We are friends. And ARMY or trolls attacking her based on her race, appearance or in general are not cool. She's a great person and friend who I've grown to know over the months. We met because we are working together and our friendship grew from there. I would hate for this fun time we have creating music together to be ruined by people being rude. So stop. If you consider yourself my fan and ARMY and treat her this way then you are not my fan or a real ARMY."

Yoongi then proceeded to hand me the phone, which I almost dropped in shock of his little speech. I had not expected him to deliver the message himself, but it was nice.

After a moment of the camera facing the ground, I pulled it together and readjusted so I was looking into the camera.

"Uh... maybe I don't need to post that thing after all, but I still might." My words were slow as I was still recovering from shock.

"Come get food before someone else tries to take it," Jungkook yelled.

"So, yeah. Gotta go. Have a nice day. Bye."

With that, I ended the live and turned off my Instagram notifications, because I knew they'd be a shit show. Yoongi who was smirking simply grabbed my hand and dragged me out to the living room with the others.

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the truth no one believed [r.t.]

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Sibling!Reader

Summary: Written because it was requested here! Reader is Richie’s sister, who is the complete opposite of him.

Richie trudged into school, making his way over to his friends who were all huddled around his locker.

“H-h-have you heard?” he heard BIll’s voice speak as he greeted them.

“What?’ Richie asked, still half-asleep.

“We’re getting a new student,” Eddie spoke quickly. “She walked into the principal’s office a few minutes ago.”

Richie opened his mouth to reply, to tell the Losers that he already knew all about the new student, when he was cut off by Dorothy, the principal’s assistant.

“Mr. Kaspbrak? Yes, we need you in the office.”

Eddie’s eyes widened before he cautiously stepped forwards, desperately looking at the rest of the Losers.

The rest of the kids simply smiled and waved, knowing that there was no way that Eddie Kaspbrak could possibly be in trouble.

“Mr. Kaspbrak. How good to see you.”

Eddie looked up at the principal, smiling nervously. He shot a quick glance at the girl sitting in front of him before looking down quickly.

Oh no. She’s cute.

“I’d like you to show this young lady around. She’s new and could really use a helping hand.”

Eddie nodded vigorously, not trusting himself to speak. He made his way towards the door stopping himself once he realized that he was supposed to wait for you.

You caught up to him quickly, and he ushered you out of the office once he heard the bell ring. 

“A-alright. I’m Eddie and I guess I’ll be your guide for t-t-today,” Eddie winced at his words. Why was he stuttering so much?

“I’m (Y/N),” you replied quietly, looking down at your schedule.

An awkward silence passed before Eddie finally spoke. “Can I see your schedule?”

You jolted out of your daze and shyly handed it over. 

“Great you have English first. That’s not too far from here.”

With a nod and a smile, you were off.

You slowly entered the new classroom after multiple promises from Eddie in which he stated that he would pick you up after class.

No introduction was made, luckily for you, and you proceeded to sit down in an empty seat. You kept your head down, only looking up when you felt someone staring at you.

Your eyes met those of two boys, who quickly averted their gaze, trying to make it seem as though they hadn’t been blatantly staring at you.

Your attention was drawn away when a girl tapped your shoulder. She smiled brightly at you, and you were momentarily blinded by both her large smile and her hair.

“Hey. I’m Beverly Marsh. You must be new.”

You nodded slightly before smiling softly. “I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Beverly spoke. “And I’m sorry about those two. They can be pretty weird at times. The curly-haired one there is Stanley Uris and the blue-eyed boy there is Billy Denbrough.”

“Call me Stan,” the curly-haired boy said, shaking your hand.

“It’s just Bill,” the blue-eyes boy complained as he shook your hand as well.

You chuckled slightly, missing the awestruck look on the boys’ faces as you did. Beverly smirked slightly at their reactions before leaning in. “So (Y/N). Where did you move from?”

You looked down slightly. “Well I was born here but I moved away to live in New Hampshire for a few years. I just got back a few days ago.”

The two boys listened intently, nodding along to whatever you were saying as Beverly stifled a laugh. 

The rest of the class passed by in a similar fashion. Beverly asked questions and Bill and Stan would look at you dreamily, causing Beverly to giggle. 

When you met up with Eddie after class, Bill and Stan turned to each other.

“Dibs!”

“I saw her first!“

“No you didn’t!”

“Yes I did!”

Beverly laughed until she couldn’t breathe.

“Hey (Y/N). Sorry this is my friend Ben. Is it alright is he joins us?”

Eddie’s voice greeted you immediately, and you gaze was drawn to the adorable boy at his side. You smiled and nodded once more, heading with him towards your next class.

Eddie couldn’t help but stare at you, and kept doing so until Ben nudged him.

“Stop being creepy.”

“Shut up Ben.”

“You should invite her to the quarry.”

Eddie looked at Ben and smiled before walking up to your side. “Hey (Y/N), a few of my friends and I are meeting up at the old quarry after school. Want to join us?“

You looked at him and Ben before smiling widely. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Eddie was stunned by your smile and couldn’t help but grin back goofily.

“Guys! Guys!!!”

The Losers all turned around as Eddie arrived at the quarry. The small boy was hunched over, hands on his knees as he wheezed, yet there was a blinding smile stretched across his face. “Guess what?”

Everyone except Ben had a puzzled look on face as they patiently awaited Eddie’s response.

“Okay, so the new girl, her name is (Y/N) and she is just so beautiful,” Eddie smiled. “I invited her here to hang out with us.”

“WHAT?” The Losers collectively shouted. Beverly couldn’t help but cackle, noticing the shocked expressions on Bill and Stan’s faces.

Bill and Stan marches up to Eddie, bickering over who would get to spend the most time with you. As the three boys fought, Beverly turned to look at Richie, who was standing still, jaw hanging open.

Beverly let out a loud snort, catching the attention of all the boys and causing them to quiet down. 

“What’s wrong Trashmouth?’ Beverly teased. “Are you upset about the fact that they all got to her before you did?”

Richie shook his head quickly, face twisting up in disgust. “Ew! No! Why would I even try to talk to her.”

“Because she’s gorgeous,” Eddie quickly spoke, Bill nodding in agreement.

“She’s simply amazing,” Stan sighed, a dreamy smile on his face.

“Stop talking about my sister like that!” Richie shouted, causing everyone to go silent once more.

“Your sister?” Eddie asked quietly as everybody exchanged glances. Richie nodded.

It was quiet for a few seconds before everyone began to laugh.

“T-t-that’s a g-g-good one Richie,” Bill stuttered through his laughter.

Richie stood there, fuming as he tried to convince his friends that you were indeed his sister.

“Richie?”

The whole group spun around, seeing you standing behind them. Next to you was Mike, a confused look on his face.

“(Y/N)? Why the fuck are you here?” Richie asked, annoyed.

You responded quietly. “Eddie invited me. I didn’t know you guys were friends.”

Richie snorted. “Does mom know you’re here?”

“Like she’d care,” came your quiet reply.

“Wait,” Beverly stepped forwards. “You really are related to Richie?”

You smiled at Richie. “Yeah. He’s the best brother ever.”

The Losers all exchanged glances before looking back at you.

“How come he’s never mentioned you?” Eddie asked.

You opened your mouth to reply but were cut off by Stan. “And how come you haven’t been living here? Are you sure you’re related? You’re so...tame compared to him.”

“Our parents were only expecting Richie,” you began. “When they found out they were actually having twins, my parents freaked and my aunt volunteered to take me in. It was only recently that I asked to come back here.”

“I never mentioned her because I knew you fucktards would just ask a shit load of questions about her,” Richie added.

You walked over to Richie, smiling slightly at the Losers. “So I guess this is a surprise, yeah? I suppose I should’ve mentioned my last name earlier.”

Beverly was the first to react, smiling widely once more and grabbing your hands, leading you away and asking if Richie really was such a great sibling.

Richie smiled fondly at you before he heard more bickering behind him.

“No, I’m asking her out first!” Eddie exclaimed.

“N-n-no you’re not. You can’t even talk to her properly,” Bill protested.

“Neither of you can,” Stan interrupted smoothly. “I’m going to ask her.”

Richie spun around in disbelief. “Neither of you morons are asking her out, got it? Shit.”

All the boys nodded slightly before turning to the sound of you laughing. 

You were sitting on a log, laughing loudly as Mike sat next to you, a charming smile on his face. Beverly was nowhere to be seen.

“Aw shit,” Bill, Stan, and Eddie all chorused, watching you two.

“Oh fuck no. Not you either Hanlon,” Richie muttered as he walked over to the two of you, determined to make sure that none of his friends won you over.

Beverly walked up behind Stan, grinning as she observed Richie’s overprotectiveness. The boys and Bev all snorted when Richie wedged himself in between you and Mike, shooting him a death glare.

“Good luck baby Tozier.”

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In YouTube We Trust

Summary: Sansa is kind of YouTube famous and decides to vlog her family holiday for her viewers but her first video has unexpected results. 

The thing is Sansa didn’t mean to get into YouTube. She had aspirations of being a theatre actress, doing Shakespeare on the West End or something equally as prestigious, but one drunken night at uni, Sansa decides the world is in dire need of a video on how to do your makeup drunk. It’s not her proudest moment and she even uploaded it without any editing whatsoever, but somehow, by the time she woke up the next morning, she already had over 100,000 views. It’s utterly bizarre and – well, it’s kind of cool. Jeyne thinks it’s good exposure because it’s not like she can’t just quit YouTube if she wants, so she uploads a couple more videos. One of her doing the everyday beauty routine challenge and another drunk one where Jeyne and her drink wine and talk about fuckboys. By the end of the month, she’s kind of YouTube famous and life ceased to make sense anymore.

Her family at least thinks it’s hilarious. Robb constantly asks to appear in her videos and her views skyrocket each time because according to her fans, her brother is ‘so hot holy shit let him impregnate me’, which is really, really disgusting. Occasionally Bran will join her if he’s visiting her at uni and they’ll just drink and review movies or shows together. The only two people who adamantly refuse to have anything to do with her channel are Arya and Rickon. Rickon’s still in that awkward teenage phase where hanging out with his older sister is uncool and Arya just scoffs at YouTube in general. But when the trend of vlogging starts taking off, Sansa decides to give it a try. She’s going on holiday with her family and a few of their friends, so it’s the perfect opportunity to test it out.

– although not everyone thinks so.

“Get that fucking camera out of my face, Sansa,” Arya spits out as they stand in the queue waiting to check in their luggage. Sansa sticks out her tongue and her sister rolls her eyes in exasperation. They’ve always had an antagonistic relationship, as sisters do, but it’s gotten worse with YouTube. Sansa doesn’t really know why but she doesn’t want to dwell on it either. Arya can be a cow so it’s probably just that.

Sansa turns the camera to Robb, who’s wearing a greying hoodie, sunglasses perched on his nose and an empty Starbucks cup in one hand. “Hungover, Robb?”

He looks up blearily, notices the camera and flashes a weak smile. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” Looking directly at the camera, he adds, “listen, kids, if your best friend breaks up with his girlfriend and you think it’s a good idea to go cheer him up with a bottle of whiskey eight hours before flying, don’t.”

Arya, Bran and Rickon snicker, but Sansa is a little frozen with this new piece of knowledge. “Wait…” But she doesn’t get a chance to ask because Jeyne comes bounding forward with her hot pink suitcase rolling behind her.

“Morning, Starklings!” she greets brightly – to much groaning from her siblings. She plants a kiss on Sansa’s cheek and squishes Robb’s face between her hands. “Hi, sunshine. Saw your Instagram story last night. Looks like you and Jon had a great time.”

“Story? What story?” Robb questions, rubbing his cheeks, before his eyes widen. “Noooo, I didn’t. Did I? Shit.”

“You did, you so very did,” Jeyne chirps, as she turns to the camera with a wave. “Our resident heartthrob here took our resident grump to a strip club.”

“What!” shouts all four Stark siblings, Sansa included.

Arya punches Robb in the shoulder. “Why would you do that to Jon? Does he look like that would cheer him up? He’s not you or Theon.”

Her brother rubs his shoulder, glaring at Arya. “Drinking games weren’t working! And he didn’t want to talk about it so…” He shrugs sheepishly. “We were out of options.”

“That’s so like you, Robb,” Sansa says on a sigh. “Maybe you should’ve just left him alone.”

She doesn’t usually voice her opinions on any matter involving Jon – mostly because she doesn’t think she has a leg to stand on. They’re not friends, not in the way he is with Robb or Arya or even Bran and Rickon. Actually, she seems to be the only person he doesn’t get along with. But she knows him. He’s Jon. He’s the guy who sat with her on her fifteenth birthday when she walked in on Joffrey making out with Margaery. He’s the guy that drove her home when she got drunk for the first time at seventeen and was too terrified to call Robb or her parents. He’s her grumpy knight in shining armour and she’s been in love with him for six years, so she knows him, probably better than Robb does, but of course no one knows that.

“Speak of the devil!” Arya exclaims as she walks quickly towards Jon, throwing her arms around his waist in a tight hug. He chuckles and wraps his arms around her. Sansa watches them whispering to one another, Arya rolling her eyes and then Jon ruffling her hair with fondness. It twists something inside of her that makes her shut the camera off and look away.

“Are you okay?” Jeyne says under her breath so only Sansa can hear.

She nods mutely, not wanting to say anything to betray how painful it’s always been to see Jon interact with her siblings, how effortless their friendships are and the stark contrast it is to how he is with her. She doesn’t need him to love her back, not in the way she loves him, but she can’t even have his friendship and that stings.

“Morning,” Jon greets as he reaches them with Arya tucked under his arm. “So I guess you’ve all heard.” They nod and there’s a round of commiserations. “Okay, good. Now that that’s done with, let’s not bring it up again.” His voice is teasing but there’s a sharpness to it that means Jon’s serious, so they all laugh and carry on, changing the topic to whether their flight will be delayed.

Theon’s the last to arrive, and thankfully by that point, the queue’s moved up enough that they only have to wait a further five minutes to check in. Her parents arrive back from their morning stroll around the airport just in time and soon they’re all heading to board the plane. There’s a scuffle as they near the gate as everyone’s looking at their tickets to see who they’re sitting with.

“Oh c’mon! Someone else sit next to him!”

“Awe, Jeyne, I’m not that bad.”

“Piss off, Theon. I will stab you!”

“Jeyne, honey, it’s only a couple hours.”

“Yes, Mrs Stark.”

Sansa muffles her laugh behind her bag as she searches for her passport which she shoved down to the bottom as they went through security. Once she has it in her grasps, she pulls out the ticket and reads out, “26C.”

“Oh,” says a voice from behind her and Sansa quickly turns around. Jon’s looking at his ticket then back up at her, a faint smile on his lips. “26B. I guess we’re sitting together.”

“I guess so,” is all she can manage, as her whole body stiffens at the prospect of spending nearly three hours on a plane beside Jon. A single Jon. It’s just all too much for Sansa to deal with this early in the morning. His hair is as unruly as ever, curling just over his forehead, and he’s wearing a thin black jumper that strain against his broad shoulders and a pair of dark-washed jeans. Too much. It’s too much.

Sansa grabs for Jeyne and tugs her forward, turning away from Jon. “I’ll sit with Theon.”

Her best friend’s face widens with joy and then suddenly pinches together as she frowns at Sansa. “Why would you –” She glances behind them where Jon is still standing, now rolling his eyes at whatever Robb is saying. “Oh no, absolutely not. You are not running away from him again.”

“Again?” Sansa cries out indignantly, catching the curious gaze of her father. “What are you talking about?” she hisses a little quieter.

“Um, remember when Robb and Jon came out with us that night in freshers?” Jeyne raises a brow and Sansa deflates because she does remember. “He was practically ready to propose to you.”

“He was drunk.”

“He couldn’t stop staring at you or smiling at you,” Jeyne says. “And then he asks you to go outside with him and you panic and run away.”

“I went to the bathroom!” Sansa whispers harshly, but she did panic. She had been so sure she would never be more than Robb’s little sister to Jon that when he had taken her hand and asked if she wanted to get some fresh air, she panicked.

“And what happened next, Sans?” Jeyne asks, voice a little gentler now.

Her heart breaks all over again as she leans her forehead against her friend’s shoulder, a resigned sigh escaping her lips. “He met Ygritte.”

“That’s right, he did, and guess what? They broke up and you’re not bloody running again,” Jeyne says as she pushes Sansa back upright. “You’re going to sit there and be charming and he’s going to fall in love with you all over again.”

“You’re delusional,” Sansa murmurs instead.

“No, I’m brilliant. Now, c’mon.”

The first hour actually passes by in near to complete silence. Sansa doesn’t know if she’s disappointed or relieved; she’s existing in the realm between both emotions and it’s making it really hard for her to sit still or sleep. Jon seems to be sleeping just fine, his face relaxed as he leans as far back as the chair will go. But as the second hour approaches, the man beside Jon, a terrifyingly large and bulky man with multiple tattoos winding up his arms and peeking from his cargo shorts, slumps his head onto Jon’s shoulder with a thump. He startles awake, wide-eyed and confused, and Sansa can’t help laughing at his expression and the situation he’s now in.

He groans quietly. “Of course this would happen to me.”

“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen, Jon,” she says, nudging his shoulder with hers. “If only I was as lucky to have a handsome man resting on me.”

Jon quirks an eyebrow at her. “Then let’s trade seats.”

“But how could you wake him!” she whispers back, smiling brightly at him and forgetting for a moment that she’s still madly, desperately, stupidly in love with this man.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” he says but his lips twitch and it’s adorable how hard he’s trying not to smile.

“I’m enjoying it just the right amount,” Sansa says before she’s reaching down for her bag and grabbing her camera, turning it on and recording. “Now I’m enjoying it too much.”

Jon eyes the camera and then glares at it. “Sansa,” he says warningly. “If this goes on the internet, I’m going to –”

“What?” she questions with an innocent smile. Sansa turns the camera onto herself. “He wouldn’t dare threaten this face, would he?” She gives a little pout, and in the background, she sees Jon cracking a fond smile as he reaches forward to tug at her loose plait.

“I’ll get you back for this.”

She focuses the camera back on him again. “Hmmm, no, I don’t think so.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no, Jon, you big puppy dog. I can outplay you,” she says still sweetly innocent. She’s enjoying this weird banter they have going on far more than she should because Jon just broke up with his girlfriend and this is only going to end up with her getting her heart broken in the end. Only she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care so much she might as well repress whatever self-preserving brain cells she has left.

“Outplay me? I didn’t realise this was a game,” Jon says, amused.

“Life’s a game, Jon Snow,” she quips back, to which he actually laughs so loud the man leaning on him jumps awake. He stares at Jon and then at Sansa’s camera and yawns before leaning against the window and falling asleep once again.

Both Jon and Sansa stifle their laughter but it’s no use so Sansa does something wildly inappropriate and presses her face into Jon’s shoulder, muffling her giggles into his jumper. He doesn’t seem to mind or maybe he’s too busy trying not to laugh himself.

For a few seconds, Sansa just allows herself the comfort his warmth provides her before extricating herself once she realises her camera’s still recording. She turns it to face her and makes a face. “We’re going to hell.”

Jon nods in the background. “First class tickets.”

“At least I have you as company,” she says, smiling back at him, and he returns her smile.

When she passes out later at the hotel trying to edit the footage, the last thing Sansa expects is for it to be uploaded by the time she wakes up and for her to receive way more notifications than should be normal.

Aromanticbabex: Okay but am I the only one who would still climb hungover Robb like a tree?

1534 likes

Sansa blanches. How is that the most liked comment? Ew!

Lyla Patel: Sansa, you’re so pretty! I’m so glad you’re vlogging! Your videos always makes my days better!

1045 likes

A smile so wide blossoms on her face and she quickly replies, ‘Thank you, Lyla. I appreciate you and all my fans so much! Xxx’

But then the comments sort of devolve from there and she really has no how idea how to handle any of it.

Al Nottellingu: WHO IS THIS JON AND WHY HASN’T HE BEEN IN HER VIDEOS BEFORE?!!!!!!!

893 likes

           Lili Cho: I CAN FEEL THE SEXUAL TENSION FROM HERE!!!

            Roseand Tenforever: I ship it! I ship it so hard!!

            Tom Hart: I AM COINING JONSA AND NONE OF YOU CAN TELL ME ANY DIFFERENT!

Siobhan Hughes: Ummmmmm why the fuck would anyone break up with a man who looks like THAT! Sansa, get in there, girl!

679 likes

Sansa slams her laptop shut and throws a pillow at Jeyne’s head. Her friend groans and rolls away from her. She throws a second pillow at her.

“WHAT!”

“Did you edit my video and upload it for me?” Sansa demands angrily. She slides out of bed to go and sit on top of Jeyne’s prone figure.

The girl huffs and tries to kick her legs out to dislodge Sansa. “I thought I was being a good friend! You looked really tired!”

“But now the entire internet thinks me and Jon have something going on!”

Jeyne opens one eye to narrow it at Sansa. “Well, don’t you? You two were awfully cosy on that plane.”

“Jeyne,” she groans, pinching her friend on the hip. “He just broke up with his girlfriend! What if Ygritte sees it?”

“Then her bloody loss!” Jeyne suddenly thrashes wildly and Sansa ends up falling backwards onto the floor. A bruise is definitely going to form on her ass now. “Stop worrying about some girl you don’t even know and go after what you want, Sans.” She leans over the side of the bed to look down at her. “Look, I know Joffrey and Harry really screwed you over in the whole relationship department. And then after Ramsay, you’re kind of hesitant but we’ve known Jon since forever. He’s good and decent.”

Sansa rolls her eyes, even though her whole body’s recoiled at the mention of Ramsay but she’s trying desperately not to dwell on those months in her life. “I know that. Of course I know that. I’m the one in love with him, aren’t I?”

It’s hard to concentrate on having a good holiday when her mind is whirling with what Jeyne’s said. She doesn’t know why she doesn’t just go for Jon aside from the courtesy of giving him a wide berth while he heals from his breakup, but that’s not even what’s making her hesitant. It’s much more convoluted than that. It’s being cheated on in both of her previous relationships. It’s being stalked by a classmate for three months until he’s finally arrested for something completely unrelated – since reporting a stalker who hasn’t done anything means nothing to the police. It’s all of those things that make Sansa start to wonder maybe she shouldn’t be with anyone ever because everything she touches gets tainted one way or another and the last thing she’d want is to taint someone as pure as Jon. He’s the last good man on this planet that’s not related to her. And that’s just the thing, isn’t it? He’s really, really good. He’s honourable and honest and so loyal. He’d never cheat on his girlfriend. When he loves someone, she’s his whole world. Sansa saw the way he used to look at Ygritte, and although it had killed her to see him look at someone that way that wasn’t her, she was happy he’d found someone who made him that happy.

God, she hates love. She hates everything about it.

“Alright, sourpus, what’s got your knickers in a twist?” Arya asks, slumping down into the beach chair beside her. She’s in a simple black bikini with a ball cap turned the wrong way around on her head. She has a bottle of some obscure Spanish beer in one hand.

Sansa shields her eyes from the sun to look at her sister. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re glaring at the ocean like it personally offended you,” Arya points out with a long drag from her beer. “Honestly, you’re in bloody Spain. What have you got to be so angry about?”

“I’m not angry, I’m just… thinking,” she says lamely as she watches Jeyne tackle Theon into the ocean while Robb looks on with an amused and somewhat impressed expression.

“Uhuh, well you should think less,” Arya says. “Because you’re on holiday. Thinking is for losers. C’mon, Sans, have some fun.”

Sansa sighs. “What do you care if I’m miserable or not?”

Her sister snorts and rolls her eyes. “I care. Hey, I do. Just because I think you’re a spoiled princess most of the time doesn’t mean I don’t care if you’re happy or not. You’re just annoying.”

“I don’t know if I should be comforted or insulted,” Sansa chuckles as she swipes the beer from Arya’s hand to take a sip. As soon as the liquid hits the back of her throat, she makes a face. “I forgot I hated beer.”

Her sister snatches the bottle back. “Good. More for me.” They fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, both of them too busy watching their family and friends get into an all out war with each other. “Is this about Jon?”

Sansa’s head snaps to Arya so quickly she probably has whiplash now. “What?”

“He has no idea you fancy him, you know?” she says nonchalantly as if Sansa’s whole world hasn’t just been turned upside down. “Jon’s a bit of an idiot like that. Actually, both of you are idiots like that.”

“What?”

“I mean god, he fancied you for so long it was honestly super gross,” she continues. “When he started dating Ygritte, we were all like ‘what the fuck’ but also kind of glad he was moving on.”

“What do you mean ‘we�� and what are you talking about!” Sansa is about to hit her sister out of sheer frustration.

Arya finally turns to look at Sansa and she’s wearing a long-suffering expression. “We as in the whole bloody family. Okay maybe except for Rickon. But everyone else kind of guessed it.” Her sister shrugs. “We didn’t think you were interested.”

“But I –”

“You’ve always been the type of person to keep your cards close to your chest,” Arya rattles on, cutting her off. “It was hard for any of us to tell.”

“So what changed?”

“Ygritte.” Her sister sighs and takes another pull from her beer. “When he started bringing her around, it was like – I don’t know. You just looked so broken.”

Sansa bites down hard on her lower lip but the memories come flooding back anyways.

The first time she saw Ygritte and Jon together was at her childhood home during Easter holidays. He’d brought her back with him from uni and it was just so obvious how smitten he was with her. Seeing him like that, so in love with someone else, had ripped out every wall she’d ever built around herself. It was like her mind had just given up trying to protect itself, like it didn’t care anymore what the rest of her did; it just wanted to succumb to its own self-pity and heartache. For days, Sansa had lived on autopilot. She smiled and made small talk but nothing could penetrate through the haze she was living in. Eventually, Jeyne had to come kidnap her and drive them back to uni early before Sansa completely fell apart.

The months that followed were the most agonising of her life. It feels melodramatic now to think it but Sansa couldn’t describe it in any other way. She knew even then how stupid it was to feel such a loss so acutely when Jon had never been hers to lose in the first place, but the petulant, childish part of her mind still screamed out that he was hers. He was her grump in shining armour and no one else’s. It was pathetic and she felt pathetic for thinking it.

“I hated her so much,” Sansa admits after a long silence. “I know that’s awful. I didn’t even know her but I just did. She was everything I wasn’t. Strong, smart, witty – it was like this realisation that I could try all my life to be like Ygritte but no one would ever look at me the way Jon looked at her.” She looks at her feet buried in the sand and says quietly, “because none of them would ever be him.”

Arya reaches out to grip Sansa’s hand. “You don’t just fancy him, do you?” She shakes her head. “You love him?” She nods. “Awe shit, Sans, then tell him.”

“I can’t. It’s not – he just broke up with Ygritte. I’d be an asshole to dump all this on him now.”

“You’re an asshole for not telling him in the first place,” Arya says but she’s smiling softly at her. “I’m no Jon interpreter but there’s a good fucking chance he loved you too.”

That night Sansa can’t bear to be around her family as they mill around the hotel bar chatting and drinking. She has too much to think about so at the first opportunity – which is just when Robb and Theon decide to do a duet at the karaoke machine – she slips out onto the beach with the goal of just walking aimlessly for as long as she needs to clear her mind. As always, Sansa has her camera and she begins to record the ocean as it laps up onto the sand. It’s close to a full moon and the silver light reflects off of the murky surface of the water. It’s beautiful and romantic, and so of course, she feels lonely for the first time in a long time. Sansa’s normally okay being single. After the debacle with Harry and the incident with Ramsay, the thought of any man being near her made her queasy, but now all she wants is for someone to wrap her up in their arms and just hold her. It’s a silly thought, probably born out of all those Disney movies she used to watch as a kid, but it’s there anyways, niggling at the back of her mind as she walks down the beach.

The air is humid and makes her hair stick to the back of her neck but there’s a cool breeze coming from the ocean that eases the humidity. She’s nearing the edge of the hotel’s property when she hears someone call out her name. Sansa turns and squints against the darkness.

“You shouldn’t be walking out here alone,” he says, jogging up to her. “It’s not safe.”

“Jon,” she breathes out, her whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of him. “I was just… clearing my head.”

He nods, grey eyes watching her carefully, before his cheeks flush. “Your viewers seem to like me.”

“You watched it?” Sansa asks, a little incredulous. She turns the camera off and puts it back into her bag.

“I always watch your videos, Sans.” He sounds so casual but the pink flush spreading across his cheeks makes her think this is anything other than casual. It’s unfairly adorable.

“I didn’t… know that,” she says slowly, unsure of what else to say now. “I can take it down if you don’t want anyone to see. Jeyne edited it so I didn’t really get a final say before she uploaded the video.”

Jon shakes his head. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

“Yeah,” Sansa says with a cheeky smile. “You and that man looked really good together on camera.”

He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Never,” she agrees, smiling even brighter.

“Figures,” he mumbles, chuckling softly. “You know... we looked good together too.”

“What?” Sansa’s heart all but stops. She’s not really sure what to say or what he’s implying.

Jon takes a couple steps closer to her till they’re only a foot apart. “I wish I knew,” he murmurs softly. “Maybe I wouldn’t have wasted everyone’s time pretending I still didn’t care.”

“Jon, what are you talking about?”

“Do you want to know why Ygritte and I broke up?” he asks instead, which really annoys her, and if she isn’t already so close to coming completely undone she would kick him for being so cryptic.

“It started a couple months ago,” Jon continues when she doesn’t answer. He’s looking at her warily and it’s making her heart beat faster and faster. “Or maybe earlier, I don’t know. But when I found out what was happening to you with that Ramsay guy, I was just – it was all I could think about. Robb and I would spend hours researching what legal action you could take. We’d take turns driving past your flat and making sure you were safe. I was so worried out of my mind that I guess I just neglected Ygritte. And when she tried to bring it up, I snapped at her. I was furious that she couldn’t understand how important this was, how it was you.”

Sansa doesn’t really know anymore if she’s breathing. She wonders if she might’ve just wandered into the ocean and died because this is too surreal. This is Jon telling her she means as much to him as he means to her.

“Once Ramsay was arrested, I promised her I’d get better but it was like – for over a year, I was so sure I was in love with Ygritte. She was great in every way, but…” Jon pauses to glance towards the ocean. “The thought that someone could hurt you and take you away from me suddenly made me realise that I never did move on. And I think after awhile Ygritte figured that out too.”

He looks back at her then and takes her hand in his. “I don’t deserve you but I just need to know if there’s even a chance you feel the same way or if I completely misread the signs in that video and made a total prick of myself. If I did, I promise I’ll never bring this up again and we can go back to –”

Sansa cuts him off by pressing her lips against his. He freezes at first but then his hands go immediately around her and she’s wrapping her own arms around his neck, carding her fingers through his hair. It’s everything she ever wanted and so much more because it’s not just a kiss, it’s a confirmation that Jon really is hers and has always been hers and will forever be hers.

“God, I love you so much,” she admits quietly when they pull apart. “But you really are an idiot.”

“I know,” he chuckles. “And I’m sorry it took me this long to get here.”

“You’re here now,” she tells him, dropping a chaste kiss to his lips just because she can.

“I am… and for the record, I fucking love you too.”

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Aromanticbabex: I can’t decide if I want to climb Robb or Jon like a tree. Maybe both together? Anyone else?

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           Alison Lowe: I would let them do ungodly things to me

           Superwholock: You guys are gross (but if I had to choose, I’d choose Robb!)

           R0cket Racoon: Uhhhh, are you serious? It’s Jon all the way!

           Sansa Stark: Can you guys please stop trying to climb my brother and my boyfriend? (Also, Jon all the way indeed ;)) xxx

Wonder Starks: I think I peed myself laughing watching Robb try to give Jon ‘The Talk’!!!

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           Wonder Starks: Also, how cute is Jon surprising Sansa with a holiday! I wish someone would fucking whisk me away from these exams! Where’s my grump in shining armour!

           Dasha Santos: Seriously, where’s my fucking grump!!!1!@£@!$£!!!

Tom Hart: JONSA IS REAL!!!!!! MY OTP ARE ON HOLIDAY TOGETHER!! I BETTER BE INVITED TO YOUR FUTURE WEDDING, SANSA! I TOTALLY COINED YOUR SHIP NAME!!

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           Dani Johnson: I’m not crying you’re crying!!! T_T

           2Slow Veryfurious: This is the best Christmas present ever!!

           Arya Stark: You guys need to get a fucking grip.

           Jeyne Poole: Don’t be rude, Arya. This has been in the making for like seven years!! Do you know how tired I was of hearing her pine away for him?

           Robb Stark: Ugh, do YOU GUYS know how tiring it was for ME to watch my best friend stare longingly at my baby sister? That’s way worse!

           Arya Stark: That’s because you think Sansa and I are like 12

           Robb Stark: But you are…

           Robb Stark: Arya?

           Jeyne Poole: I think she left, idiot.

           Robb Stark: Oi, don’t call me an idiot or I won’t take you out on that date!

           Jeyne Poole: I NEVER EVEN SAID YES!!

           Robb Stark: The lady doth protest too much ;)

           Robb Stark: Jeyne?

           Robb Stark: Oh goddamnit.

           Tom Hart: OH MY GOD! REYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jon snow #sansa stark #jonsa fic #my fics #sooooooo idk what this is #my hand slipped? #the youtube au no one asked for basically #long post

[placid-island-of-ignorance]

Star Dorks Episode II: Battle Buddies

“What in the force was that?”, yelled Zepi over the blaring sound of alarms. They had just gotten away from the Republic troopers in Mos Espa before the shit hit the fan again upon leaving Tattooine’s atmosphere.

“Sin, guns.” Volkom said calmly. Sinclade ran out of the cockpit as Volkom turned to Zepi. “It would appear someone has enough of a death wish to attack us,” he said, grinning with what appeared to be barely contained excitement.  “I don’t suppose you know how to shoot?”

Zepi laughed heartily. “Very funny. Just keep the ship straight, flyboy, and prepare to be impressed.” Volkom laughed. “It’s one of the only things I can keep straight”, he said.  Zepi ran out of the room, leaving Volkom in the cockpit to do what he did best: fly.

Meanwhile, down in the turrets, Sinclade and Zepi were firing away at the attacking ship.  Unfortunately, they weren’t having much luck.  “It’s a phassking talon.” Zepi yelled over the blaster fire.  “I hate these things, they’re so damn tiny.”  She took a swig of kowakian rum from her flask and sighted back in. “Volk and I used to play a game with the strikers back at the academy” shouted Sinclade. “Wings are 2 points, stabilizers are 3, cockpit is 10. Loser buys next round.”  Zepi laughed. “You’re on!” she said.  She missed the next barrage of shots, as did Sinclade.  “Damn shame though,” he said.  “Must be a damn good pilot”

“I can’t believe they haven’t hit us yet” Laitan said to her sibling in the other ship.  “You’re just jealous that I’m such a better pilot than you” responded Erzana.  “Also, why in the force are you not manning the guns?”  Laitan chuckled to herself before responding “How about I woman them instead?”  Erzana punched their sister in the shoulder, sighed, then chuckled.  “What’s so funny?” asked Laitan.  “I couldn’t do either.” laughed Erzana.  “If you ever say anything like that again, I’m going to throw you out of the airlock.” said Laitan.  “Now seriously, let’s just get this bounty and- SHIT”

At that moment, Zepi scored a multiple direct hits and knocked out their shields.  “We’re going down!” yelled Erzana.  “We’ve gotta set it down. What’re our options?”  Laitan checked the nav console quickly.  “Nar Shadaa is right on course, let’s land there”  Erzana plotted the course, and pulled the throttle. “Hold onto something, sis.  We’re not leaving them without a scratch.” Erzana pulled their ship alongside Volkom’s, bringing the wing up and knocking the coms dish off the top.

“OH FUCK NO!” Yelled Volkom. There were very many things in the universe that made made Volkom’s blood boil with unyeilding rage (it really wasn’t that hard). And at the top of the list, right below homophobes, Jedi, and people who talked in a theater, were people who messed with his ship. And of any of those categories, not one crossed Volkom’s path and lived.

“I hit them!” shouted Zepi, running into the cockpit, smiling from ear to ear. “Yeah, and they hit us!” replied Volkom. “We’re following them. And I’m gonna kill them. Slowly. Painfully.”

Zepi sat down next to him, staring. “Wow. The fiery eyes, the frankly terrifying facial expression? I’m gonna be honest. It’s doing it for me.”  Sinclade walked in, chuckling. “That’s probably for the best, because this is more or less his regular state of being.”

They set down on Nar Shaddaa, near the wreckage of the crashed Talon fighter. Volkom drew his lightsabers, but didn’t ignite them just yet, preferring to maintain the element of surprise. “Zepi, stay in the ship” he said. Zepi scowled. “Like hell I will. I’m not missing any action.”  She drew her blasters. “Also, if we’ve got some time later, can we swing by my place and pick up Ginxxy?”  Volkom laughed. “As long as that’s not the only reason we’re stopping by your place.”  Zepi winked, then threw in finger guns for good measure. Volkom threw some back.  “You guys are giant dorks” Sinclade said, drawing his lightsaber.

Just then, a volley of blaster bolts flew from inside the crashed ship. Volkom ignited his lightsabers and deflected them effortlessly.  “Looks like they survived after all” Volkom exclaimed, excitement for battle ringing noticeably in his voice. “Sin, positon 32. Modifier B. Execute in 3.” Sinclade moved into a flanking position, forming ranks with Volkom, protecting Zepi from the line of fire. They continued blocking the barrage of blaster fire while advancing towards the ship. Volkom pulled a thermal detonator from his belt,throwing it into the door of the ship. A few seconds later, after a sufficiently satisfying explosion, they rushed in, only to find an empty ship.

“Hey, moof-milkers!” Erzana yelled from behind them, blaster held to Zepi’s head.  “Let’s talk!”  Volkom turned on his heels, stunned.  “How the phassk did they get behind us?”

A few minutes before, as Laitan was busy grabbing blasters from the storage locker after the crash, Erzana began setting up the auto-turret in the doorway of the ship.  “You don’t actually this is going to work, do you Ez?” asked Laitan, arms weighed down by enough weaponry to supply a small militia. “I think it will be enough to buy us time to grab at least one of them for leverage” responded Erzana. They finished wiring up the turret, before turning to their sister. “Let’s get behind those rocks there before they set down. Last thing we need is them to see us leaving the ship”  They started walking out, as their sister grabbed one more blade for good measure.  “20 credits says this blows up in our faces” said Laitan, chuckling.  “You really really need to stop throwing away your credits, sis” laughed Erzana. “I don't remember the last bet you won.”

Volkom and Sinclade walked back out of the ship, their lightsabers holstered.  “Put the guns down, ladies. You really don’t want to do this.” Volkom said, noticeably annoyed at not getting the fight he thought he was promised.  “You calling me a ‘lady’ is most certainly making me want to kill someone, flyboy” fumed Erzana, tightening their grip on the blaster held to Zepis head. “Hey guys, anytime you wanna take out robobitch is fine with me” Zepi laughed nervously.  Erzana lowered their blaster slightly, looking Zepi in the eye.  “You’ve got a gun to your head and you’re going to talk shit? I’m going to be honest, Lai, I kind of like this one. Shame she’s got a bounty.”  Zepi’s lekku twitched with excitement at this. “A bounty! Really? How much!” She began hopping slightly with excitement. “I’ve never had a bounty before!”

Laitan and Erzana exchanged a confused look before Laitan responded. “2500 credits.”  Zepi deflated at this. “Oh. I thought it would be more.”  Erzana rolled their eyes. “You’re a strange one, you know that? Anyway, you’re not worth our time. We’re here for the Weequay bounty”

Volkom looked relieved at this. “The Weequay is in the cargo hold in carbonite. You can have him, if you can take him from me. But her? She’s mine.” He pointed at Zepi. “And as far as taking any bounty from me, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”  Erzana and Laitan chuckled.  “What in the force are you talking about?” Erzana asked. “I’ve got the a blaster to the Twi’lek, and my sister has one on each of you. What leverage could you possibly have?”  Volkom laughed uproariously at this. “What’s so funny?” asked Erzana, growing slightly concerned.  “You said it yourself, kid.” said Volkom, becoming more his old, cocky self with every word. “What in the Force”  With a wave of his hand he pulled the blasters from Erzana and Laitan’s grips, throwing them to the other side of the field. He drew his lightsaber and slowly walked towards the pair.

“Now here’s the deal.” Volkom said, cooly. “Fuck with me, that’s fine. Fuck with Sin, sure. Fuck with Zepi, sure. But fuck with my ship? We’re going to have a problem.”  Just as he was about to cut them both down, he let out a bloodcurdling scream, dropped his lightsaber, and clutched his ankle.

“Volk, you okay?” Yelled Sinclade.  “No, my phassking ankle!” responded Volkom.  He used the force to raise the offending party into the air.  “Is that… An astromech droid… With a vibroknife… durataped to it?” he asked.  Erzana and Laitan both chuckled nervously, certain they were about to die. “Yeah, his name is Stabby.” responded Erzana.

“That… Is the best fucking thing I have ever seen in my entire life. You can both live.” Volkom said, bursting into a giant fit of laughter. “Besides, I kind of need some more crew ever since that rancor hunt on Belsavis, and last I checked you two don’t exactly have a ship anymore.”

Erzana and Laitan considered the offer for a moment before Erzana responded “Split the bounty on the Weequay 60/40 us, and cover our new ship out of your cut, and we’ll call it a deal?”

Volkom walked up, scowling, before shaking their hand heartily. “Welcome aboard!”  They all began walking towards the ship, Volkom laughing. “I’m pretty sure I’m not making any profit after buying a ship out of that cut of a such a small bounty, but having 2 people as cute as you and Zepi aboard will make it worth it.” Volkom took a deep swig from his flask, feeling a heavy need for a drink at the way this day had gone.

Erzana and Laitan gave each other a very confused look before Laitan said “I’m not sure how nice of a ship you were thinking of getting us, but with a 10 million credit bounty I’m sure you’ll have plenty left over”

Volkom did a spit take at this information

#mine #my writing #star dorks