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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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Sweater

A/N: I actualy enjoyed reading this one but I never wanted to read it through because I’m really lazy. I know there are sentances and words I don’t like but idc. Hope you guys like it and all the love <3 (ALSO YOUNG JENSEN ACKLES AS REMUS?????? COME ON???? (he also hot now))

REQUEST: i'd like to request a one shot in which Sirius has a sister in ravenclaw who isn't prejudice like her family but isn't as loud mouthed accepting as her brother & they don't get along but some how she finds herself falling for her idiot brother's friend remus which she's baffled by because how could she like anyone stupid enough to tolerate her drama queen of a brother voluntarily 24/7 even if he's as smart & dreamy as remus

It was as if you were strangers. It was as if all three of you were three different poles of the Earth. The youngest, Regulus, was the South pole, the oldest, Sirius, was North pole and you, the middle child, were the equator. The middle. The mediator. You weren’t as South orianted as Regulus was; always obeying, following and being the polished trophy on your parents’ shelf but you also weren’t as North as your brother Sirius- always pushing their buttons, waiting for your mother to explode and then feed on that.

You obeyed... sometimes.

You rebelled... sometimes.

You were neutral and sometimes that was a good thing, sometimes that was the loneliest feeling in the world.

When Sirius was still living with you, there would be moments where your mother and father would praise Regulus and the two of you would just give each other that look- look that just tells everything and later tease little Reggie (as both of you liked to call him). But then again there would be moments where your parents would just scream and talk down on Sirius, leaving you and Regulus in an uncomfortable position. Sirius and Regulus would both be compared but you were just there. Like a void. Nobody paid attention to you, nobody acknowledged your presence. You could have murdered someone and they wouldn’t care in the world. And when Sirius left all of those moments were just giving you a lonely pit in your stomach.

You were furious at your brother for leaving, crying, just being so aggrevated you wanted to murder him and James Potter but then you accepted it. Your brother wrote you and he kept writing you until you replied- which you eventually did, sending him a Howler. First day of school and he just burst in your comparment being annoying until you talked to him or laughed with him. He just annoyed the anger out of you. It didn’t leave, no, it was still there but it was smaller and you always goaded him with it.

He hadn’t had much luck with Regulus. Mostly because he was a Slytherin and Sirius just couldn’t, for the love of God, deal with Slytherins, let alone be in their presence. You were a Ravenclaw, meaning you were easier to get to than your younger brother.

You all still lived pretty divided life. You were close with both them, Sirius somehow more since Regulus despised that you and Sirius were on talking terms and he wasn’t. With months passing, he barely even talked to you. He did but it was so faint that it was worse than not talking.

But again, you were the equator. The middle.

“Oh how I love my little Ravenclaw sister, who has done nothing but bring me so much joy and love.” Sirius hugged you from behind, leaning his head on yours. “Beautiful, smart- just a peachy rainbow in the sky.”

“You must be reading Poe.” you said unfazed, putting a spoonfull of mushroom-cream soup in your mouth.

“Actually.” he breathed in a sharp breath, sitting beside you and smiling forcefully. “I’m not reading Poe and also not reading my Divination book, which has all the subjects and information for my Why do dreams affect wizards stronger than Muggles essay.” he leaned his head on the side, watching you with pleading eyes.

“You must be keen on writing it.” you continued to play daft.

“Funny... um...Well...I...” he tried to form a sentance. “I WAS planning on writing it, you know? For my good well-built brain but- khm.” he cleared his throat, leaning forward and looking at you with his eyes....his red, puffy eyes and you just knew.

“Oh Merlin.” you burried your head in your palms. “Again?”

“It was one smoke, sissy.” he lied and after seeing your murderous glare, he corrected himself. “Maybe more than one. I stopped counting after one.”

“You are an utter dumbass.”

“Point proven on many occasions- so would you do what I ask you of??” his voice continued to get higher with each word, implying into you writing an essay for him, “Pleaseeee.” he whispered, dragging the letter ‘e’ with his breath.

“Sirius...” you looked at him worriedly. “Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t sissy. Please.” he shook his head. “Later, please.”

“I’ll murder you later. Why doesn’t one of your friends do it?”

“Who says they didn’t do this with me?” he forced a smile on his face again, acting so innocent but it was as looking mischief in it’s face.

“I’ll do for you for the last time and in return we will have to talk. No outs, you have to promise me this, Sirius-” he grabbed your head by the sides and pulled it to kiss your forehead, beaming at you.

“I fooking love you, baby sis.” he jumped on his feet and started jumping away. “Love you!”

You laughed, shaking your head at the idiot.

“I wish he’d say that to me.” your friend said in front of you, letting you form a grimaced look on your face as she continued to look at him dreamily. “Imagine that bum-”

“oKAY!” you got up and grabbed your sweater. “I just lost my apetite. See you when you wash your brain.” you walked out of the Great Hall, grimacing at your friend back in the Great Hall and sobering up after feeling a cold breeze touching your bare arms and making you put your sweater on.

But just as you pulled it over your head, you saw broad chest in front of you and before you could stop, it was too late- You were already in someone’s hold.

“I’m so sorry-” you looked up to see his emerald eyes illuminating the crescent. “Remus.” you smiled and he took a step back, licking his lips and smiling back.

He was attractive. You can give him that. He was wearing grey sweatpants, which he never wore and a red Gryffindor sweater that hung on his body just perfectly. His hair was for once messy and his eyes were not red as your brother’s but free- Yes, in one word...they were free.

“(y/n).” he said so lazily, rolling it off his tongue after letting it sit there for a taste.

“You’re high.” you smiled cheekly and crossed your arms over your chest.

“And you’re cute.” he blurted out but continued to smile. Surprised, the smile on your cheeks disappeared and you felt an enormous amount of heat reach your cheeks. He took a step forward, stretching his long arm until his palm was against the wall. Excatly then you realized your back was against the cold white wall. “Really cute.” he continued to speak slowly, careful not to sound tongue-tied.

“Remus- uhm.” you tried to speak but as soon as you looked up at those eyes, your stomach turned into a knot and your heart jumped to your throat. He was so attractive- his look was provocative, his smirk erroticaly dangerous.

“Yes?” he tilted his head to the side, pretending to be confused when knowing just how much he flustered you.

“I- I-” you stuttered as he kept coming close, his elbow resting where his palm did, his nose only a milimeter away, his breathing in sync with yours. His lips were so close to yours and they were pulling you closer- like a magnet you felt the pull on your lips and just before your upped lip could touch his, you heard a clattering sound from afar, sobering you up and making you pull away. “I gotta go.” you said, looking up at his grinning face and slipping out of his hold.

Your cheeks were so hot at the moment that the sweater felt like an oven.

“Wait!” you heard him shout, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn around.

He was shirtliess.

Why in hell was he shirtless?

“Take it.” he said, offering you his sweater.

“Remus, I have a sweater.” you said, trying to keep your eyes away from his abs.

How in hell can a man, who does nothing but seat behind books have such chiseled abs?

“I want you to have my sweater.” he said and at this point you could hear his words tripping over one another.

“Why?” you asked, smiling at him- a bit confused a bit amused.

He was close to you again, his chest against yours with only a ball of his sweater between the two of you.

‘Merlin he smells good.’ - you heard yourself in your own head, taking a deep breath of his scent into your nostrills.

“Because...” he looked down at his sweater, turning it in his hand. “I want you to look cute in my sweater.”

“You want me to look cute in your sweater?” you quirked an eyebrow.

He shook his head, narrowing his eyes and smirking again. “I want to see you in my sweater.” he said firmly and determined.

“You’re high-” you tried to brush it off but his hand went up to your cheek, brushing away the fallen strand of your braid. You kept looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes and that just caused him to chuckle.

“I’m high but at least I know what I want.” his voice got deep, husky and seductive. “And I’ve got my eyes on it for quite some time now.” he leaned forward. forcing the sweater in your hands and causing you to grab it with clenched fingers. “I want to see you in my sweater.” he growled, his eyes blazing into yours until he pulled away and started walking to his house, leaving you speechless and out of your mind.

---

You got to your dorm with his sweater in your hands and mind stuck somewhere between what the fuck just happened and Remus’ abs.

So many questions filled your head, so many pictures you have never thought until now and you were still like a boiling tomato. You walked to your bed and sat on it. His red Gryffindor sweater was in your lap and your eyes fixated on it. You got up, sat back down, got back up, looked on the sweater, thought of his abs, sat back down and laid on your back.

“What the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself, smelling his scent come off his sweater. You turned your head to the side and saw it laying there, such an innocent object yet filled with so much... thoughts.

Of course, you always had liked Remus since he seemed to be the most normal out of all four of them. He dated a girl or two but it never lasted. He used to be lanky boy with tidy hair, always smiling or with his nose buried in a book. He was the responsible one, he was the no trouble one- so who the hell was the person you just bumped into in the corridor because it definetly wasn’t the Remus you knew?

You kept smelling his scent- his wonderful masculine scent and it just drove you insane. You grabbed the sweater and threw it in your warderobe.

You have to write an essay for your brother. You have to write an essay for his best best best best best friend in the world, your idiotic brother.

---

You stood at the top of the stairs and just kept watching down. ‘What if Remus is in there? - Why should you care?- You shouldn’t. He probably does not remember. He was high on his ass.’

You took a few steps than stopped.

‘But doesn’t he wonder why he was shirtless? - He could remember. It’s not like the cannabis plant can take away your memory. Its main psychoactive ingredient, THC, stimulates the part of your brain that responds to pleasure, like food and sex. That unleashes a chemical called dopamine, which gives you a euphoric, relaxed feeling.’

‘Yes. He was relaxed. He was chill. He was - fuck, he can remember. ‘

You turned around and went a step down, then stopped again.

‘You know what? No.’ - you told yourself and turned back around. ‘I’m a chill person. I’m relaxed. I can play just as dirty as he can.’ you then turned back around went up to your dorm, took off your sweater and dragged his from your own warderobe. You put it on, letting his strong scent wash all over you and cause goosebumps to appear on your skin. Warmth washed your body like a hot shower and you felt a smile form on your lips.

Looking at the mirror and seeing your naive smile looking back at you, you sobered your infatuated expression and proudly walked to the Gryffindor tower. Your brother already sent you the password this morning so it was easy getting in.

You didn’t even try to think, only knocked twice as you always did and barged in.

All heads popped up and you tried to ignore all three of them, focusing on your brother and making your way towards him.

A big bright smile appeared on his lips and he jumped off the bed. “Oh Merlin!” He kept jumping on his toes excitedly, taking the papers from your hands. “It looks so beautiful and so pure.” he kept jumping to his desk and put in in a drawer. “You deserve a hug, my dear sister.”

“Sirius.” you put your hand up as he tried to approach you. “I will kick you if you try.”

“Ah, come on. Sibling love.” he opened his arms again but you continued to narrow your eyes.

“I will kick you, Sirius Orion Black and you will not be able to get up.” you warned and he laughed.

He turned to the others and pointed his finger at one of them. “She’s right. That happened already once. “ you followed the direction of his finger and locked your eyes with his emerald ones.

Sirius voice became part of the background and all you could see was his seductive eyes, watching you with a playful curve on his lips. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back and raising an eyebrow, accepting his daring challange.

He was surprised to say the least. The corner of his mouth draw closer to his cheek and a dimple formed on the side of it. He locked his fingers together and put his hands behind his head with his elbows pointing out. The hem of his shirt exposed his light skin, the biceps tensing and his shirt outlining his chest.

You lost because you felt your whole body collapse from the sight. It was so innocent but so cruel.

You turned your head to the side, seeing James saying something and when you unmuted the background you heard him arguing with Sirius.

“It is unfair.”

“Life is unfair.”

“She’s a Ravenclaw and those spit on a paper and BAM! Essay!”

“She’s a gift.” Sirius turned to you with a prideful look in his eyes, smiling girlishly.

“And you’re a pain in my arse.” you snarled, letting all four boys laugh. “You owe me, brother. “

“I really do not have talent for school but if you ever need a partner in crime, you can always give me a bell.” he winked, walking towards you and rufflinf your braid.

“Ger’ off!” you pushed his arm away. “Twat.”

He turned his head to laugh at you but his eyes directed themselves on your sweater. He pointed his finger on it and narrowed his eyes. “That’s not my sweater.” he said seriously. “And it’s not theirs either because I wrote their initials on it with black ink.”

You looked down on your sweater, innocently as you could.”Hmm...” you wondered. “Don’t know.” you looked up at him, smiling wickedly.

His face got extremely stern, humorless. “It’s a Gryffindor sweater, little sister.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

“Who is it?”

“None of your busniess.”

“None-” he scoffed. “NOne oF mY bUsinEsS.” he kept scoffing, shook and looking around.

Your eyes glanced at Remus and he kept grinning, clearly enjoying the current scene in front of him. He winked at you, you smiled and turned back to Sirius.

“I don’t go into your crazy business.”

“It’s different. Just tell me who it is. I won’t do-”

“Well, Sirius. You sort of left us so my business is clearly not to be shuffled by your long crooked nose especially when you get to call me only when you need something from me.” you snapped at him, leaving him speechless. “So yeah. It is none of your business.” and with that you left the dorm, feeling a pit eat your stomach.

‘I should have just told him it was Remus’ . What could he do about it, anyway? Stop being my brother? He stopped being that the moment he decided to leave and never come back.’

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You felt the guilt eat you from the inside out. Of course, you and Sirius always poked each other but sometimes when he got under your skin, you spat out all the wrongs he ever done you.

But it was true. Deep down inside you, you felt abandoned by your older brother, who has always had the need to protect both you and Regulus but he left. He left and that was selfish of him.

“That was a bit harsh, what you said there.” someone snapped you out of your thoughts and before you could turn around, he was already next to you, smirking.

You quirked your lip and looked down on your book. “About his long crooked nose? He’s probably looking at the mirror as we speak.” you said and he laughed beside you.

“You know...” he put his head on his palm and smiled. “He did all morning.” he laughed and you joined him, giggling yourself and closing your book.

“So what are you doing here?” you asked, placing your hands on the book in front.

He looked down on them, seeing the sleeves of his sweater cover both of your palms, leaving only fingers curved in. He licked his lips, feeling such satisfaction of you in his oversized hoodie that he completely forgot on your question.

“You know, if I didn’t clean this Gryffindor sweater, Sirius would flip out on both of us?” he said and you raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden nervous act.

“Why would he?”

“Because you’re his little sister.”

“And you’re his best friend.” you said, crossing your arms and leaning on your chair. “Which I have always wondered how could someone as smart as you be with someone as idiotic as my brother?”

He mirrored your position and chuckled. “I’ve been wondering that same thing for all seven years but then again, when I look at your brother, I know that I can trust him.” he put his arms on his knees, crossing them and leaning forward to you.

You tilted your head to the side and uncrossed your arms. “As if you have something to hide...” you narrowed your eyes, mirroring his position. “Do you, Remus John Lupin?”

“Well, if you must know I’m a werewolf and we all go running through the woods on a full moon.” he said jokingly and you laughed.

“Yeah right.” you leaned back.

“It’s true. James is a stag, Peter is a mouse and Sirius is-”

“An ass.”

“Unfortunately a dog.”

“Well, we all can’t get everything, can we?”

“No.” he laughed, draping one hand over the chair and leaning on the side. His eyes locked on yours, digging deep inside with his green diamonds... smiling stealthily. “No, we can’t.”

You felt bubbling in your stomach, your cheeks getting red due to his blazing gaze and your whole throat go sore. “Uhm-” you cleared your throat, looking away shly then locking back your eyes with his, this time bravely. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

“Which one?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh.” he chuckled, leaning forward again so his eyes could dig into yours and his hands took a hold of your own. His fingers slid under the sleeves and his thumbs carrased the back of your hands.

You felt your fingers tangle with his long ones and the heat on your cheeks rise as he pulled you close. “So?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he answered, getting closer until his nose brushed against yours.

It was.

“No.” you smirked and he raised an eyebrow. “I think I’ll need more clues.” your fingers untangled from his and your arms slid up his thighs, triggering him to crash his lips into yours and pull you into his lap. His hands went to your hips as yours went up to his hair, deepening the kiss and feeling him smile.

You pulled away, looking at his hungry eyes. “What?”

“That a good clue for you?” he stretched a grin on his face and you rolled your eyes, unable to stop smiling.

“That was a clue?” you teased and he chuckled.

“Not good enough?” he started to kiss your neck and you felt your head fall back. You felt your fingers cramp from tugging his shirt so strongly, barely breathing but it wasn’t until you heard something fall among the shelves that caught both of your attention.

Both of you turned your head to the source, both dazed and confused.

“James?” you heard Remus in front of you.

“Moony- what the fuck?”

“Umm...” you heard Remus humm and looking up at you.

“Don’t look at me.” you laughed and his eyes narrowed.

“Pads’ sister? Really? From all the girls, you had to chose your best friend’s sister?” James started to scold him, leaving you to hold your laugh.

“Not my fault I am irresistable.” you got up from his lap and started grabbing your books.

“I’m telling Padfoot.” said James, making Remus stand up and point his finger at James.

“You try that and I’ll kill you.”

“Not if Pads kills your first.” James grinned, backing away and running out of the library.

Remus tried to go after him but you took him by the arm and pulled him back. He turned to you as if ‘what the hell are you doing?’ but honestly, you didn’t care. “Let him go.”

“I’ll be dead.”

“James won’t say a thing.”

“You clearly don’t know James.”

“Probably but it’s not like this should be a secret- should it be?” you asked and he smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

“I don’t know. I kind of like this.” he said, making you relax at the sound of his sincere voice.

“You do?” you asked, clearly doubting his words, no matter how sincere they sounded.

“Don’t you?”

“You keep answering my questions with questions.” you stated and he laughed.

“Well, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Well, then so do I.”

“And Sirius?”

“I think Sirius would-”

“IT WAS YOUR SWEATER!” you heard a shout from the shelves and both of your turned to see Sirius standing there with wide, shocked eyes.

“Speaking of the Devil.” you rolled your eyes. “Guess, I really was wrong about James.”

“And I was right... clearly.”

“YOU CLEANED THE INK?!” he continued to shout, pointing his finger at Remus. “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE US MATCH!!”

“And here you were worried about him being mad about you and me snogging in the library.” you smiled, leaving Remus chuckling.

“Wait for it.”

“AND FROM ALL THE BOYS YOU DECIDED TO TAKE MY BOY?”

“You’re mad at me?!” you perplexed, looking at your brother with wide eyes and hearing Remus laugh beside you.

“BLOODY HELL I AM!” he started pointing his finger at you. “And my nose is not CROOKED!”

“I think it’s a little crooked.” you started to tease.

“If I look closely, you might be right.” Remus joined you.

Sirius gasped and took a hold of his nose. “You both deserve each other.” he stormed out of the room, leaving both of you laughing a few moments before returning back and taking a look at the two of you, smiling kindly. “I’m happy for both of you, just so you know.”

You smiled at your brother, feeling Remus’ hand on your back as he pulled you close and look down on you. “ I’m happy too.”

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years

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Are your requests open? If not, feel free to ignore this and have a great day! Otherwise, would you be willing to write a part two of the 707 one with a sick MC? I think it would be hella cute if Seven caught the cold that MC had and she has to return the favor? I totally headcanon that feverish/sick 707 would forget all about his "I'm dangerous stay away" mentality and become a clingy human magnet! I just think it would be so cute and if you don't write it, I respect your wishes! loliloveyoubye

They sure are! Sorry it took a while to get to this, school and all. You’re so sweet anon I love writing for y’all it’s no inconvenience at all ❤️ and ily2!! ALSO I reread the seven w sick Mc and wow thank you all for tolerating my incorrect use of your/you’re and to/too. I swear I know the difference but at night I think I’m too tired to notice LMAO

Sick Seven

Summary: Defender of Justice never gets sick! Until... he does. Luckily he has you to take care of him.

You had finally gotten over your cold, thank goodness. It had taken a bit to fully recover, but now you were feeling great. It was the weekend, the sun was out... it was the perfect day for a picnic date with Seven. You decided to call him to check his schedule. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?” His voice was muffled.

“Hi Babe! What are you up to?” You asked, twirling a piece of hair between your fingers.

“Oh... I’m still in bed.”

“Still in bed?” You questioned. “Do you not have any work?”

“No, I’m-“ he broke out into a fit of coughs. “I’m sick.”

He really didn’t sound well. “I thought the Defender of Justice had an immune system of steel or whatever,” you commented, quoting him from the week prior when he took care of you.

“I was wrong.”

He never gave in that easily. “Wow... you really are sick.” You put the cute outfit you had planned back and grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt. “I’ll be over in a half hour, Baby.”

“Okay,” he sniffled. “Thank you.”

You made a quick stop at the store to grab some food, medicine, and tissues. Seven never stocked up on things like that, so you figured it was better to be safe and get extra. Still, you kept your promise and got there in 30 minutes.

“Please state your name.” The door instructed you. You hated this security system. You called Seven. Three times, no answer. He must be asleep. You called Saeran.

“Hello?” He answered. He sounded extremely confused.

“Hi Saeran. I’m at the front door; you mind letting me in?”

Within a few seconds, the door opened. Saeran grabbed a few bags from your arms and helped you carry them in. “I’m glad you came,” he admitted, looking down at the groceries you had brought. “He’s been pretty pitiful.”

You giggled. “I’ll try and whip him into shape. Thanks Saeran.”

You made your way into his bedroom. He... wasn’t there? His bed was disheveled, but no Seven. You went back to the living room. He wasn’t on the couch either. Next you went to the office area. There he was, sleeping in his chair.

“Seven,” you whispered. He didn’t move. “Seven,” you shook him slightly this time.

His eyes peeked open and he groaned. “So tired... so sick.”

“Hi Love.” You ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a little more than it already was, then kissed the top of his head. “Let’s get you to bed. We can’t have you sleeping on your chair.”

“Thanks for coming,” he grumbled, his voice tired and miserable. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Okay, so bed. What do you want me to do? You want medicine? Tea? Soup? Tissues? Cuddles? Heating pad? Ice pack?”

“All.”

“At once?” You questioned. He nodded. “I’ll... try my best. Have you taken any medicine yet?@

“Some Advil a few hours ago.” He shrugged. You grabbed his arm and helped him up.

“No wonder you feel so awful. I bought some cold medicine for you. Let’s take it and then I’ll start the soup.” He grabbed onto your hand as you walked, leading him to the kitchen where you had set all the bags. You popped out a pill from the cold medicine package, pushing it his way with a glass of water.

Seconds after swallowing the pill, he made his way to wrap his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He... wouldn’t get off. “Seven. I’ve gotta make the food.”

“Make it with me right here.” His voice muffled from the fabric of your shirt.

“I don’t want you standing around too much. You need to rest.” Maybe your sympathy had gotten to him, because he hesitantly let go and left the room. You heard a curse muttered followed by a crash. Didn’t sound like he let it go.

“Seven let me-“ you stopped your sentence as you saw him carrying his rolling desk chair.

“Oh perfect. I’m too week. Will you bring that to the kitchen?” He gave you puppy dog eyes and you sighed, grabbing the chair from him.

Once in the kitchen, he plopped down on the chair and moved back behind you, arms wrapping where they earlier were and his head now resting against your back.

You did a test movement to go get the carrots. He simply wheeled around behind you, never letting go. “Problem solved.” He muttered.

You got to work preparing the soup. As you were cutting carrots, Saeran came in. He took one glance at Seven and sighed. “How do you deal with him?”

“I’m right here!” Seven replied, faking sounding insulted.

“He’s perfect.” You set down the knife and rested a hand on one of his own wrapped around your waist. “Extra affectionate today, but perfect.”

“How can I help it seeing you so domestic today? You’re so cute making soup and taking care of me.” He snuggled closer against you waist. “Stay the night tonight? Pretty please?”

“Of course I will. Lots of cuddles. Taking care of you.”

When the soup was finished, he sat at the table eyeing you expectantly. Saeran had a bowl himself.

“I’m not feeding you your soup,” you commented.

Seven let out a whine. An audible whine. “But I fed you your soup Baby. Pleaseeee!”

“I think he’s regressed back to being a child,” Saeran joked. The two of you laughed. Seven was not entertained.

“Eat your own soup like a big boy. Then we’ll cuddle in bed.” You sounded like a mom telling her kid to eat their vegetables. Sick Seven was something else.

“Throw in a kiss and I’ll eat it myself.”

“On the cheek.” You bartered. He frowned. “I don’t wanna get sick again. Just got over it.” You reminded him.

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, which caused him to cough some more. He began stuffing spoonfulls into his mouth.

“Slow down!” You warned.

“Can’t.” Soup dribbled down his chin. “Your cooking is so good. When are you moving in again? I could eat your food all day.”

“Why don’t we talk about this when one of us isn’t sick?” You suggested. Seemed like a simple suggestion, but Seven was so eager to have you nice in, and then he got sick right after you recovered.

“‘Kay.” He picked up the bowl and slurped the broth. “All done. Kisses and cuddles.” He got up and dragged you up with him.

“Thanks for the soup!” Saeran called as you were dragged into the bedroom.

Seven made his way to bed, a little more pep in his step due to the medicine and soup. He pulled you toward him a little too hard, sending you toppling into the blankets. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You got under the blankets, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. He took off his glasses, setting them on the nightstand.

“You are staying the night, for sure right?” He asked, flipping over to face you.

“Of course. If that’s what you want.”

“You know what I want?” He winked at you. You sighed. “For you to be the big spoon.”

That was a request you could handle. Seven settled in your arms. You rested your chin on his head, him curled up beneath you. “Good?” You asked.

“Perfect. Feels so safe. Night.”

You chuckled. “Good night. Love you Sevem.”

“Love you too...” he was drifting to sleep already “...Honey.” He was so cute in your arms. Granted, such a pain in the ass, but it was almost worth it when you got to see him resting peacefully.

#mystic messenger #mysme #seven

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words | Ch 4 | Jacob Seed x f!Deputy

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By the time they reached the dining room the smell was enough to cause Rook’s head to spin. She had grown used to musty factories, dirt floors, and whatever smell was coming off of her. She made a mental note to take a shower the minute she could. On the table was a spread of vegetables, roasted chicken, and a bowl of salad. There was also a bowl of what appeared to be broth which Rook assumed was for her and some bread rolls. Jacob helped her to her seat before going to sit in his own across from her.

Joseph said a prayer of thanks for the food, the family, and for Rook’s return. A chorus of “amen’s” were said as everyone began digging in. Rook picked up the soup spoon next to the bowl. It shook in her grasp. The broth was chicken based and still rather hot. Taking a cautionary sip, Rook almost let out an obscene noise from the flavor alone. It wasn’t much, but it was better than whatever rations the Johnson’s had been forcing her to eat. Rook was blocking out much of the conversation going on around her, instead focusing on not spilling anything. After a few spoonfulls she tore off a piece of bread and soaked it in the broth. She wasn’t sure how her body would handle solids yet so soggy bread would have to do. Every now and then she’d catch the eye of one of the siblings. They give her a smile, she’d give a small one in return. It was too….comfortable.

Rook couldn’t help but feel the room start to shrink in on itself. The sibling’s laughter seemed to grow louder until the noises in the room became too much. A scrape of a fork on the ceramic plate here. The setting down of a glass there. The mumbles of voices that Rook couldn’t pick out. There was a high-pitched ringing that grew louder and louder.

It was too much.

Too much.

She felt a hand reach out and touch her own and Rook shot up out of her chair. It scraped loudly against the wooden floors, clattering behind her with the force. Her breathing was erratic and all she wanted was for the noise to stop. She ran, as much as her legs would allow her to, towards the nearest door. She stepped outside onto the patio overlooking the forest behind the ranch. Rook took in a large, shaky gulp of air through her mouth and let it out as slow as she could. Her hands gripped tightly onto the railing. The small ledge between her and the ground was only about two feet but to her it seemed like an abyss. She didn’t know she was crying until she felt a drop land on the back of her hand, loosening the grip. Her knees buckled beneath her as she fell to the floor with a heart wrenching sob.

Weak.

Rook was broken out of her thoughts by the sound of wood creaking behind her. She knew who it was. The man was a giant but he had a way of sneaking up on people that she never understood.

“Cat?” It was quiet, making sure she knew he was there.

Rook hummed in response.

“Can I join you, or would you rather be alone right now?”

Rook smiled at his consideration. She felt small, like a child, as she nodded and reached out her hand to him. He grabbed it as he maneuvered his way down to the floor, his knees popping in the process. Normally Rook didn’t crave attention or touch, but at this moment all she wanted was to be grounded. Jacob’s hand squeezed hers gently as she moved to sit closer, resting her head on his shoulder. There was a companionable silence between the two of them. The only noise being the raspy breath of Jacob and the occasional sniffle from Rook.

Rook felt her eyes starting to drift shut when Jacob moved around, causing her to sit up again. From behind him he pulled out the notebook and pen, offering it to her. A small part of her was appreciative that he thought to grab it in case she walked to talk.

“You don’t have to, but, just in case you want to get something off your chest.” He placed it on the floor in front of her.

Rook stared at it. Her crutch. The only other physical sign of her weakness aside from her scars. She hated that she needed it. She could talk. She knew she could. So why wouldn’t the words just come out, she berated herself. Her breathing was picking up again. Was she hyperventilating? She had never done it before herself but she knew the signs from her police training. She felt a grip on her shoulder, softly shaking her.

“Cat? Cat, look at me.” Jacob urged her softly.

Her grip on his hand tightened, clinging to him like an anchor. She took a deep breath, calming herself some degree. She nodded her head as she glanced up at him. His face was emotionless, but she could see the worry in his eyes. She was his soldier. She wasn’t supposed to break down.

“You gotta at least give me something to work with.” Jacob brushed some stray hairs from her face. “I know you’re hurting, and I’m not expecting you to be better any time soon. But I want to help, so I gotta know what I’m dealing with, alright?”

Rook closed her eyes, nodding slowly. She reached for the notebook but changed her mind at the last second. She could get this out. She had to try at the least. Jacob moved his hand so that their fingers interlocked. Rook focused on the dog tags hanging from his neck. She needed something to focus on that wasn’t his face.

‘He isn’t Johnson. He won’t hurt you for talking.’ She reminded herself.

Rook was thankful that Jacob was a patient man, allowing her all the time she needed to try to push through this roadblock. Her mouth opened and closed multiple times. A whimper left her throat at one point and Rook chastised herself for the noise. She decided not to try for anything lengthy. He could figure out what she was battling with one word. Steeling herself, Rook squeezed her eyes shut.

“W-weak.”

Her voice was small. Scratchy. She didn’t recognize it.

When she didn’t hear anything from Jacob she began to worry. After a moment of silence that felt like eternity, Rook felt Jacob’s fingers grasp her chin lightly so that she’d look up at him. She wasn’t sure what she expected. Anger? Understanding? Confirmation? But what she didn’t expect was the confusion, and the sadness that seemed to be there.

“You think you’re weak?” He asked.

Rook nodded, her eyes never leaving his despite how much she wanted them to.

“Oh, kitty Cat.”

Jacob’s hand moved from her chin to her neck, pulling her into his lap and her head into his chest. She moved her hands to rest on his chest, fidgeting with his tags. She felt drained, but his nickname for her blossomed a warmth in her chest she hadn’t felt in a long time. He hadn’t called her that since-

“You aren’t weak.” Jacob’s voice broke her out of her memories. “Not many people could have gone through what you did for as long and come out of it alive and strong.”

Rook scoffed.

“You know how I know you’re still strong? Even after being starved, beaten, and tortured and who knows what else, what did you do immediately after being freed?” Jacob’s hand squeezed the back of her neck. “You used whatever strength you had left in you to kill the bastards that did this to you. That right there? That’s strength. That’s you culling the herd, just like I taught you. And I was so, so damn proud of you that moment. You got that?”

Rook’s hands snaked their way around Jacob’s torso, holding onto him for dear life.

“You’re not weak. Each of us had our trials. I’d like to think that this was yours. And you came out on top. You made it through. Now all that’s left to do is see what happens next. And when you feel like it, we can pick back up your training and-”

Rook cut him off, shaking her head. She wasn’t ready to think about that kind of stuff yet. She didn’t want to think of the future, she just needed to focus on getting through this day-by-day.

The two sat outside for the time being. Listening to the sounds of their breathing and the chirping of crickets. Jacob was running his hand through Rook’s hair, getting the knots out as much as he could. After a while, Jacob spoke up again.

“Think you’re ready to head back inside? You need to get some more food in ya to build up your strength.”

Rook took a deep breath, giving Jacob one last crushing hug before sitting up to face him. She was going to nod her head but then her stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet peace between the two. They both started laughing. The rumbling of Jacob’s body caused Rook to fall out of his lap and onto the patio, earning even more laughter. Rook couldn’t remember the last time she had actually laughed and she felt as though a dam inside of her had been opened.

“Come on, let’s go feed that beast.” Jacob chuckled, earning a swat to the shoulder by Rook.

Rook helped Jacob back up to his feet, though he protested that he didn’t need the help. When they walked back into the dining room the other siblings were currently cleaning up the table. They all turned to face them.

“Are you okay?” Faith asked gently. “Sorry if this was all too much too quickly.”

Rook shook her head. John walked over to her, a sad look in his eyes. He hadn’t spoken to her much since she arrived and she didn’t know what was going on in his head. Before she could react he had his arms around her neck, pulling her in tight. It shocked her for a moment, but she eased into it.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbled into her shoulder.

She could hear Jacob huff behind her at the display. She looked up and saw Joseph and Faith smiling at the interaction. She didn’t know what the future would bring her. But right now she knew she at least had this odd family to help her along the way.

#actions speak louder than words #jacob seed #far cry 5 #jacob seed x deputy #fc5 fanfiction

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Mommy Makes Me Sick by kmcooney

Shit, I’m not really sure what to do right now. And I shouldn’t be saying shit, I know. My dad would kick my ass if he knew I was using “bad words”. But I’m sure he’s going to kick my ass anyway when he finds out that I snooped in the ONE place he told me not to.

See, my dad and I just moved to this new house in Dorchester, MA. No, I won’t tell you the address. I may be a kid but I’m not stupid. I know you aren’t supposed to talk to strangers on the Internet or take candy from creepy white vans or whatever. I probably shouldn’t even be posting this but I’m not exactly flushed with options right now. And NoSleep seems like my only route for something like this.

So, I guess here it goes.

We moved into this old Victorian home because my dad got a new job offer in Boston. It was pretty sick. It had five bedrooms, a giant kitchen, a massive fireplace and a decent sized yard for still technically being in “the city.” The relator didn’t know much about the place, only that it’s been unoccupied for a few years and was just recently renovated. Apparently there was a fire way back in the day or something. It was old too, like a 100 years. Either way, I was psyched to live in a city and meet new friends. I thought it would be way more interesting than living in that small shitty ass town I grew up in my whole life.

My dad let me pick whatever room I wanted and basically allowed me free rein of the house and the neighborhood. He had only one stipulation: I shouldn’t go anywhere near the attic. So obviously, that’s the first thing I did.

Apparently the people who renovated the house had just boarded up the attic since it was basically useless. It was dusty, full of old, moldy shit and, in my dad’s words, “just plain dangerous.”

At first, I didn’t see what the fuss was about—until I found the journal. It was tucked under a loose floorboard I had tripped over (Guess you were right, dad.). As I rubbed my leg and let out a string of curses, I saw the journal peaking out from under the floor. I snatched it up and scurried downstairs before my dad got home.

The journal is pretty old and has a beaten, black leather cover. It’s written in massive, cursive scrawl. I’ve transcribed its contents here.

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December 25th, 1944

Hello. My name is Mary and this is my new journal! Mommy got it for me for Christmas this year and I’m SO excited. I’ve never owned a journal before. Mommy says they are for big girls so I guess this means that I’m a big girl now.

Mommy says I have to be a big girl for her. She cried a lot today and said that Pappa would have been really proud of me for getting so big. But Pappa isn’t here today. Mommy says that he isn’t coming back from his trip. I miss him a lot but Mommy said he’s been really really really brave and I should be proud of him for defending our country.

I don’t really care if Pappa is brave. I just want him to come home. Mommy wants me to come downstairs now to eat supper so I have to say bye!

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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January 2nd, 1945

Mommy had a really loud party the other night. There was lots of dancing and music that made my eardrums hurt. Mommy said I had to stay in my room and I couldn’t come to the party because it was for grown ups. I’m mad because she told me I’m a big girl and big girls should be able to go to parties.

I wanted to show Mommy how I could be grown up so I went to the party anyway. I got all dressed up and everything! I wore my prettiest dress and put my hair in ribbons.

I snuck down the stairs and almost made it to the dance floor before Jenny caught me. Jenny is our cook and she’s real nice but she didn’t like me sneaking around. She told Mommy and Mommy got really really mad.

Mommy dragged me up the stairs by my hair and made me sit in the hallway on my knees. She told me I had to stay there all night long and if I moved I would be punished.

I tried really really hard to stay on my knees but I got so tired. I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up by Mommy and her friend. They must have been dancing really hard because they were swaying and couldn’t stand upright on the stairs. He kept grabbing at Mommy for balance and Mommy kept laughing. I bet their feet hurt real bad. My knees hurt bad too.

Mommy and her friend didn't pay me much attention. They went into Mommy's room and shut the door. The music played loud all night.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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January 26th, 1945

It’s been real cold and Mommy has been crying more. I think she misses Pappa. It’s his birthday today. Usually for his birthday she and Jenny make a big cake and we all sit around the table and eat it until our bellies are sore. But Mommy didn’t make a cake this year. When I asked Jenny why she said that Pappa doesn’t need a cake anymore because he’s in heaven. I hope heaven has cake.

I decided to make a cake anyway for Pappa just in case. I wasn’t sure what was in a cake so I just added all of things we had in the kitchen. I was real proud of what I made even though it didn’t look as good as what Jenny and Mommy usually make. But I showed it to Mommy anyway!

Mommy wasn’t too happy with my cake. She wasn’t happy with the mess I made either. She slapped me really hard and said that Pappa would be ashamed of me. That hurt my feelings real bad. I love Pappa and I wouldn’t want to make him mad.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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January 28th, 1945

Mommy says I’m sick. She won’t let me leave my bed. I feel fine but Mommy says that’s what all sick people say. Mommy must think I’m a liar. I don’t want to be a liar.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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February 1st, 1945

Jenny came to check in on me and Mommy and her got into a real bad fight. Jenny says I’m not really sick and Mommy is just real sad, that’s all. But that’s not what Mommy says. Mommy says I’m too sick to leave my room.

Mommy says the house is making her head fuzzy too. She gave me this medicine that made me feel real tired and sleepy. I felt like I was floating but it tasted real bad. It made my tummy hurt.

I hope I get better soon.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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February 4th, 1945

I heard Jenny and Mommy fight again. They didn’t think I could hear them but I could hear them through my door.

Jenny says she’s taking me to the doctor but Mommy says that she is the only one who can take care of me. Mommy says I have to stay in the house.

She’s been giving me more medicine lately. I get two spoonfulls a day! Mommy says it’s because I’m a big girl and I need lots of medicine to make me better. I don’t like the medicine. It makes my head and tummy hurt. I’m really sleepy but Mommy says that’s because I’m sick. I don’t want to take the medicine anymore.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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February 27th, 1945

Jenny woke me up last night. It must have been real late because she told me to be really quiet so I wouldn’t wake Mommy up.

She came over to my bed and tried to help me stand up but I couldn’t walk. My legs hurt so badly. I don’t know the last time Mommy let me stand. She says I’m too sick. But Jenny doesn’t think I’m sick. Jenny thinks something is wrong with Mommy.

Jenny carried me out of my room and told me that she was taking me to a special doctor. She told me that I was safe now and I didn’t have to worry.

Mommy didn’t like that. Mommy was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with the pistol Pappa got her for her birthday. Mommy says I’m really sick and need to go back to bed.

Mommy is always right.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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February 28th, 1945

Mommy spent all day scrubbing the floors. She said there was a stain she had to get rid of. I asked her if Jenny could help her and Mommy said that Jenny went away.

Mommy said that Jenny is with Pappa. I’m glad Pappa has a friend with him now.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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March 17th, 1945

Mommy says the house hums at night. I tried real hard but I didn’t hear anything.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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April 3rd, 1945

Mommy had a bunch of people come over yesterday. They all came into my room and told me what a brave girl I was. They told me that my Mommy is taking such good care of me.

Mommy takes real good care of me. She now gives me three spoonfulls of medicine a day! She says it’s because I’m getting bigger but I feel like I’m getting much smaller. I’ve lost so much weight and I keep finding clumps of my hair on my pillow. My tummy hurts real bad but Mommy said she is going to make it all better.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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April 16th, 1945

I was in the paper today! Mommy showed me an article about us and how she is taking such good care about me. I look real skinny in the picture but Mommy says that’s a good thing. She says it means I’m getting better. And Mommy looked so stunning in the photograph.

Mommy says that people are going to send us money so I can get better.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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April 21st, 1945

I told Mommy I don’t want to take the medicine anymore. Mommy didn’t like that. Mommy says that I’m a bad girl.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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May 5th, 1945

I have a secret! I haven’t been taking the medicine Mommy gave me. I know that makes me a bad girl but I don’t care about being a bad girl anymore.

I hide the medicine in my mouth when Mommy gives it and I spit it right out when she leaves my bedroom. I feel much better now. My hair is starting to grow back and I can actually eat the soup Mommy feeds me. Yesterday, I even walked across my room!

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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May 6th, 1945

Mommy didn’t like it that I haven’t been taking my medicine. Mommy isn’t happy with me.

Mommy cried when I told her I was feeling better. She slapped me across the face and told me how ashamed Pappa would be of me. She told me I was a bad daughter.

She told me I’m going to be sorry for what I’ve done. But I’m not sorry for what I’ve done, I’m not sick anymore. I don’t like being sick.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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May 10th, 1945

Mommy says I’m dying. She boarded up the windows in my room and locks the door each night. She says I’m contagious and I’ll make her sick if I leave. I don’t want to make her sick. I don’t want to die either.

She makes me take four spoonfulls of medicine each day. She waits for me to swallow it before she leaves the room, locking the door behind her.

I don’t feel so good anymore.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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May 29th, 1945

Mommy makes me sick. I hear the humming now.

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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That’s the last entry in the journal. When I googled “Mary Sue Bennett,” I found the obituary for a five year old girl. They say that she suffered from a long illness and died peacefully in her sleep on June 5th, 1945. The obituary mentioned that the girl was cared for by her dutiful mother, Shirley Bennett. The obituary later went on to say how “tragic” of a story it was but how Shirley was “so brave” and such a “loving mother.”

When I googled “Shirley Bennett,” I found a wedding announcement from 1947. Shirely remarried a baker and had twins, John and Elizabeth. The happy family lived together in this house for years until Elizabeth and John were both killed in a fire on their 12th birthday. The source of the fire was never discovered.

But I’m pretty sure I know who caused the fire. And I’m pretty sure that Mary didn’t die of a prolonged illness.

But I have to go now. Daddy wants me to come downstairs now to eat supper so I have to say bye!

Love always,

Steven O’Connor

XXX

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