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ghostieagere · 5 months

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this is partially inspired by @tinymoon-beam's regressed french rain ficlet (as well as all her other french rain fics !!!) so please go check those out, she's a really incredible writer <3

also just a general disclaimer that french is not my first language, i am very much still learning !!! some of the weird grammar/spelling things are to mirror the way i write the english-speaking regressed ghouls, but if you spot any other mistakes then i welcome gentle corrections <3

cw: regressed rain, regressed aeon, caregiver dewdrop, french rain, language confusion, rain not understanding english, aeon not understanding french, multilingual dew, a few tears of frustration but it's all okay in the end

“Arrête!” (Stop!) Rain’s raised voice catches Dew’s attention. He looks up from his book to see Aeon giggling as they nudge their finger against Rain’s tower of blocks. The tower wobbles as Aeon nudges it again, threatening to fall.

“Arrête, arrête!” (Stop, stop!) Rain cries again, trying to push Aeon away and save his tower.

Dew puts his book down. “Aeon, bubs?” The little quintessence ghoul looks up at the sound of their name. “I don’t think Rainy likes you messing with his tower, okay? He’s telling you to stop.”

Aeon pouts. “If I don’ un’ers’and him, how ‘m I supposed to know?” Their question prompts the both of them to look over at the little water ghoul, his gaze shifting between them, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Je compren’ pas, Papa,” (I don't understand, papa) he says, voice small as tears well in his eyes.

Dew stands from the couch and makes his way over to the two little ghouls on the floor. He crouches in front of Rain and holds his hands out near his face, letting Rain lean into his touch on his own time. When he does, Dew smooths his thumbs over Rain’s cheeks, wiping away the single tear that fell in his confusion. “Ça va, mon cœur?” (Are you alright, my heart?)

Rain nods. “Ouais, ça va.” (Yeah, i'm okay) He sniffles as he speaks, but with Dew’s warm hands on his face wicking away the sadness, he seems to be feeling a lot better.

Across the other side of the block tower, Aeon whines. “I don’ un’ers’and, Dada.” Dew has to bite back a smile at how similar Rain and Aeon are, even if neither of them are quite aware of it at the moment.

He walks around to the other side of the tower and sits next to Aeon, holding out his hand for the little quintessence ghoul to take a hold of if they want. “You don’t have to understand, little star,” he reminds them. “You just have to–”

“I jus’ have to be kiiiiiiind,” they finish for him, drawing out the ‘i’ in ‘kind’ as they struggle to pronounce it.

Dew smiles widely. “That’s exactly right, Ae! Such a good memory you’ve got there, bub. Well done.”

Aeon grins back up at Dew, beginning to rock side to side in happiness from the praise as they turn their attention away from Dew and Rain and back to their own pile of blocks in front of them.

Once Dew is sure Aeon is completely absorbed in their play, he turns back to Rain, finding the water ghoul looking completely lost by the lack of French all over again. “Rain, t’as compris?” (Rain, did you understand?)

Rain looks over at Dew and shakes his head. “Non, j’ai pas compris. Desolé…” (No, I didn't understand. Sorry...) He looks back down at the ground, embarrassed.

“Non, non, mon cœur,” (No, no, my heart) Dew consoles him, holding his arms out in an offer for Rain to crawl over to him and be held. “C’est pas grave.” (It's not serious) They both hum happily as Rain settles himself in Dew’s lap, rubbing his cheek against the fire ghoul’s shirt and purring contentedly at the warmth of Dew’s body heat. “J’ai dit à Aeon qu’iel devait être gentil avec tu et ton tour,” (I told Aeon that they needed to be kind with you and your tower) he explains, smiling when he feels Rain smile against him as he understands the words Dew is saying. Dew continues to explain what he said to Aeon about understanding and being kind, and when he asks the same question of Rain, he gets a very enthusiastic “Je dois être gentiiiiiiil” (I need to be kiiiiiiiind) in response, the little water ghoul dragging out the ‘i’ in the exact same way as Aeon did.

“Très bien, Rainy,” (Very good, Rainy) Dew encourages. “C’était parfait!’ (That was perfect!)

Rain giggles softly and claps his hands as well as he can while he’s squished up against Dew’s chest.

“Est-ce que tu veux jouer avec Aeon maintenant? Ou tu veux rester là pour le moment?” (Do you want to play with Aeon now? Or do you want to stay here for the moment?)

Rain hums while he thinks through his choices. Dew can practically guess what the little water ghoul is thinking. If he plays with Aeon, they can make more block towers together and it’ll be tricky to understand each other, but it will still be so much fun. Or if he stays with Dew, he’ll be comfy and cosy with his Papa, but he won’t get to play with his friend. After a long while, Rain buries his face further into Dew’s shirt. “Là,” (Here) he says, voice muffled in the fabric.

“Tu restes là?” (You want to stay here?)

Rain nods.

“D’accord, bon choix, mon petit chou.” (Okay, good choice, my little darling) Dew rubs Rain’s back comfortingly as he speaks, watching Aeon over the little water ghoul’s head. They seem more than happy playing with their block and chatting away to themselves for the moment, but regardless, Dew’s glad Rain’s made the choice to stay with him because it means he’ll be able to interact with Aeon much more easily if they come to ask him something.

“Et– Et– Et après,” (And– And– And after) Rain starts, looking up at Dew with big, hopeful eyes. “Après, p– peut-être que je peux jouer avec Aeon?” (After, m– maybe I can play with Aeon?)

Dew nods down at them enthusiastically and feels his smile widen at the idea of his two little ones playing together without conflict. “Ouais, bien sûr, Rain.” (Yeah, of course, Rain)

The little water ghoul wriggles happily in his lap, letting out a very, very quiet “Youpi!” (Yippee!)

At the quiet celebration, Aeon looks up from their stack of blocks. “Wha’s happening, Dada? Why Rainy so happy?” They ask earnestly.

Dew redirects his attention to Aeon and quickly gives them a recap of the conversation in English. “Rain is going to stay here in my lap for a bit, and afterwards, he thinks he might come and play with you and the blocks again, okay?”

Aeon gasps, mouth wide open and eyes practically shining in excitement when they hear their playmate might be joining them again soon. “Rainy gonna come an’ pray again?”

“Yeah, bubba!” Dew responds, grinning. “Rainy might come and play with you soon!”

“Yippee!” Aeon shouts, giggling and smiling widely. “I like prayin’ wif Rainy.”

Dew watches them play for a few more moments before turning back down to the little water ghoul in his lap. “Tu as entendu ça, Rainy?” (Did you hear that, Rainy?) Dew asks, leaning down to talk directly into Rain’s ear. “Iel aime bien jouer avec toi.” (They really like playing with you)

It takes a while for Rain to reply, which makes Dew think he might be close to falling asleep if he hasn’t already, but eventually, Rain responds very quietly, his sleep-laced words muffled against Dew’s shirt. “J'aime bien jouer avec toi aussi, Aeon…” (I really like playing with you too, Aeon...)

#even though its short this has been in the works for a couple weeks so i hope you all like it :3 #also. “iel” as a gender neutral pronoun is kind of a heavily debated thing in french so it's not technically correct french but oh well #regressed ghouls #rain ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #<- for tagging purposes #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghostie writes

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hypnoneghoul · 2 months

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“Make the ghouls cry 2k24, vibe edition“

🫡

Make the Multi and Fire Ghouls Cry 2k24

WC: 1,2K

Relationship: Swiss/Rain/Dewdrop

Tags: Vibrators As Punishment, Orgasm Denial/Delay, Transmasc Dewdrop, Mean Rain, Multiple Orgasms, Coming in Pants, Exhibitionism, Aftercare

Rain still didn't give up on teaching Swiss and Dewdrop their lesson. The mass was a perfect opportunity to end the day with a flash.

Notes: Finally... 'tis here, part three (part one & part two)

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Dewdrop’s and Swiss’ torture went on for hours, since early morning.

It was now well past noon and the fire ghoul had lost count of how many times he’s cum in his pants. Swiss wished he could say the same but the cage that Rain had shoved his cock into effectively stopped him from getting any release. Not that Dewdrop’s orgasms brough any relief to him.

Anyway, Rain invited them back to their bedroom half an hour before mass was to start. They didn’t dare hope that their punishment was coming to an end. Mass was too good of an opportunity for Rain to waste.

“How are you, my pretty boys?” he asked them when they slipped into the room. Their vibes were currently off, but they quickly noticed Rain was holding both remotes in his hands, ready to press the buttons any moment.

Swiss and Dewdrop looked at each other, unsure of what answer to the water ghoul’s question would be a correct one. The fire ghoul was the one to mutter, “We’re… okay.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Rain furrowed his brows and held up the remotes, thumbing over the buttons. “Then I haven’t had enough fun with those.”

“No! N– no, we’re…” the multi ghoul all but yelled in panic, throwing his hands out in front of himself as if Rain was a wild animal about to pounce. Well, in a way he was. “It fucking hurst, it’s torture, princess…”

He smirked. “Hm, good. Good.”

Rain got up from the chair he was sitting on and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and leaning back. The remotes still in his hands.

“Strip,” he commanded and Swiss and Dewdrop nearly fell over in their rush to follow the order, all but ripping their clothes off of themselves. In no time at all they were standing before Rain naked—at a respectable distance from each other—except for the toys that were only to be taken out and off by their mate himself. “Good.”

The water ghoul reached over to the bedside table, opening a drawer and pulling out… wet wipes. He threw the pack at Swiss and scoffed at the confusion on his face. “Well? Clean yourself up. Both of you.”

Still confused and suspicious, Swiss pulled out a wipe and handed the rest to Dewdrop. Before any of them could even lower a hand, though… “Nuh-uh. Each other.”

Fuck.

The fire ghoul swallowed thickly and reached out with a shaky hand to wipe down the pre from Swiss’ cock squeezed in a cage and his thighs. Swiss clenched his jaw, knowing even the slightest touch would truly set him on fire. Dewdrop knew it, too, and considering they were both miserable, he’d do his best to make it as smooth as possible.

His touch did burn and the multi ghoul quite literally had tears in his eyes, but it was quick, and soon Dewdrop was pulling away, Swiss as clean as he could get for now.

“Good,” Rain said again. “Your turn.”

That would be worse. Swiss at least wasn’t cumming for hours, and he was no water ghoul. Well, Dewdrop wasn’t either, anymore, but he was still as leaky as one.

Swiss knelt before him and the look with which he looked up at Dewdrop made the fire ghoul’s belly swoop. “Go on,” he whispered.

The other obliged, bringing a hand up to his thighs, starting low and moving up, leaving the worst for last. While Dewdrop cleaning him up was over in no time, this felt like hours already, even though it was only seconds. Swiss was cleaning him up thoroughly, quickly exchanging first tissue for a second one, then the second one for the third, just as he got to the fire ghoul’s cunt. It was his turn to clench his teeth and endure soft touch where he was painfully sensitive.

Rain didn’t even blink.

He stared them down with cold eyes, watching carefully for anything he’d consider a mistake on their part. He tutted disapprovingly when Swiss cradled one of Dewdrop’s thighs. Unnecessary touch.

Once he was done, the water ghoul got up, clapping his hands together. He put something small onto the bedside table and walked straight to the door. “Swiss can take off the cage, but nothing more. Get dressed and I'll see you at mass. Don’t be late.”

They weren’t late. They wouldn’t dare.

The three of them sat in the back, as usual, Rain separating Dewdrop and Swiss. Two remotes in hand. The multi ghoul cursed his past self for investing in vibrators with such strong batteries.

The first twenty minutes were fine. Rain’s palms resting possessively on each of his mate’s thighs, the toys inside them turned off. Neither the multi nor the fire ghoul were ever really interested in mass, but it was their duty to attend at least half of them in a month. They usually zoned out or played with each other on the back pews, and now—with no actual action from Rain—they both started to space out.

The moment the Abbey’s clock bell sounded, signalizing half past whatever time it was, the water ghoul pressed the buttons. The ghouls at his sides went rigid, jaws clenched as they wriggled on the benches with no care for how they looked. After all, the chapel was full.

Rain was unbothered, sitting with his back straight, staring at Papa as he spoke. One might believe he actually cared about the sermon. Which he didn’t, but it was truly glorious to ignore Swiss and Dewdrop writhing by him. And he was in control.

It took only a few minutes for the two of them to cum on the toys in their pants. Rain, pleased, turned the vibrators off just in the right moment to not send them into overstimulation again. They both sagged—and visibly wanted to do so against their mate, but without permission they wouldn’t. Such good boys.

Rain smiled at that, deeming them spent enough. He shoved the remotes into his pockets before wrapping his arms around Dewdrop and Swiss and bringing them to rest against him for the rest of the mass. He also hoisted them up just before it ended, to walk them back to the den and their room away from the crowd.

Soon enough the three of them were laying in a huge bathtub, steam filling the room.

“Oh, my good, perfect boys,” Rain cooed, squishing them both to his chest. “Did so good for me, took everything so well.”

Both Dewdrop and Swiss beamed at the praised, finally relaxed after hours of blissful torture. The hot water, nice smell in the air, and Rain’s soft words were the best reward they could have ever gotten. The water ghoul would never spare any comforts that he might give them, especially after a nearly twenty four hour session. Especially that they did so well.

The three of them stayed in the tub—squeezed together and purring—for as long as the tight fit didn’t actually cause them discomfort. Then they crawled out, Rain carried Dewdrop to their bed, and within seconds they were all cozy and snuggly under the covers.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul

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wyn-n-tonic · 7 months

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Something In the Static

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Uhhhh... warning you now that I don't know what happened here. Gif is just a gif.

“You ever reckon I’m holding you back?”

No Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.

No kiss.

Not even a Hey, baby.

Just the sound of the door closing and the smell of a beer washed down by rain coming in before he does. Before those words come out of his mouth.

And you must really show your confusion because he repeats them; he repeats this question that is so beyond comprehension that he says it again. Three fucking times like it’s one for every year you’ve been back here.

Glasses off, you study him, sopping wet like a half drowned dog. “I'm going to ignore, Rhett Abbott, that you probably tracked cow shit through my goddamn living room seeing as you still have your boots on just so I can ask you if you’ve lost your goddamn mind.” But it is not a question, not really, and he knows that.

“Do you ever reck—“

“No, I fucking heard you.” It’s like he’s giving you one to grow on, to cover this upcoming year. “There's a book in your hands and he’s lucky he hasn’t caught it with his forehead. “Go take a shower, you smell like a distillery.”

“But—“

“No.” You’ve gone back to your book, curled up and into the pillow as he stalks away through to the attached bathroom in your periphery.

He gets like this sometimes. Not lately but sometimes. Like he’s got some preemptive grief he’s trying to work through and part of working through that is ensuring that it’ll be needed at all.

You don’t hear the water—stopping or starting—and you don’t hear when he comes back. For such a large man, he sure is light on his feet. It’s only when the mattress dips beneath his weight and the smell of soap and the coconut body wash you know he stole from you that you fully register his presence.

Rhett buries his face into your back and breathes deep, large, calloused hands sneaking beneath your shirt. His shirt. For a moment, you almost want to ask him if you can keep it when he succeeds in his agenda to push you away.

“I love you,” he mumbles.

“You could fool me about that sometimes.”

Another sound, more words muffled by the fabric pulled between his teeth as he bites down and pushes himself closer.

“I thought you were over this shit, Rhett,” you say, staring down at the page that hasn’t turned since he came in. He was over this shit, these were never his words in the first place. These are the words of his brother; the words of the all the jackasses he’s never been able to escape. All these words picking at his deepest insecurities to give them life.

Some half-assed apology tumbles forward and his weight shifts until he’s pulling you over and around to face him and his bloodshot eyes. “Saw your mom today,” he says. “She said you might get promoted.”

“Might.”

“But you’d possibly have to travel a lot,” he says, “and that’s not something you’d have to do if you’d have just stayed in Chicago.”

“I didn’t want to stay in Chicago.”

Rhett’s eyes close and he takes a breath before saying, “I always have and I always will stand still. I-I’m stuck here and you came back for me.”

“I adore you, Rhett Abbott, so I’m going to give you the kindness of my cruelty which is where I hope yours is coming from, too,” you tell him, thumbing away one of the silent tears slipping from the corner of his eye. “It’s a little hypocritical to suggest I came back here for you while your own insecurity has you accusing me of resentment. I came back here for me and you were such a large part of that, Rhett, you were. I chose you and choosing you means choosing here and I don’t hate you for it.”

“But you should get to see the world, you’re not doing that here.”

“And I wouldn’t do that spending half my life locked in an office the size of a broom closet in some high rise in a big city just so I can pay rent and die alone either.”

There’s rawness in your voice as you practically scream it because you can’t do this again. You told him last time that it had to be the last time. You took his ring and made him promise that it would be.

“I'll be better for you,” he promises. He practically pleads. “I’ll do better for you.”

“But I don’t know what you mean by that,” you tell him. “Doing better for me is putting these thoughts out of your head and having the confidence in me that I am making decisions with my eyes open.”

“But I could be different for you,” he says. There’s no telling how much alcohol he’s had or how much is still pumping through his system. “I-I can—“

“I don’t want different, I want you. I live with you, I’m in love with you. If I wanted different, I would say something. If I wanted change, I would work with you to make it happen. I am fine where we are, I am happy.”

“But the promotion—“

“I don’t want it, Rhett,” you say. “I didn’t tell you because I don’t want it, I told my mom because I needed to talk through all the ways I didn’t want it without you doing this shit to me again. Why don’t you understand that?”

He flattens himself out onto his back, both hands coming up to cover his face. He’s still naked from his shower, warm from the water and the beer and just the fact that he is. Always so warm, a comforting blanket and the only person you ever want.

Pushed up and on your knees, you stare down at him. “Rhett, I was really depressed when I wasn’t here.”

“What does that—“

“Doesn’t matter because I didn’t want you to see me like that, I didn’t want to be like that. You’re not some static creature firmly planted into the ground with petrified roots and you’re not a bear trap holding me in your jaws either.”

He relaxes. There’s always some point that he does when all the tension melts out of him and he’s no longer a board but your boy again. “I want you to stop drinking about this shit.”

He mumbles that he knows as he sits up, back pressed up against the headboard. “I think you want me to stop drinking altogether.”

Reaching out, you wipe another stray tear off of his cheek. “I’m in love with you but I didn’t come back for you and I’m not staying because of you.”

A beat passes and then he pushes his hair back while laughing. A pitiful ass fucking sound. “And to think I spent all day out in the pasture thinking about being between your legs. I didn’t even mean to go out fucking drinking, I just had to pick up feed, ran into your mama and ended up there.”

“Didn't answer your phone,” you add, “didn't apologize at all—“

“I'm sorry, honey.”

“Don't honey me, Rhett Abbott,” you tell him, “and you’re damn right you’ll be between my legs. You have a lot more apologizing to do than just that pitiful shit.”

Rhett twitches, his muscles flexing of their own accord beneath his smooth skin, and he groans. “You wanna do it right now?”

Your head shakes. "Maybe I would’ve if you’d come home on time,” you tell him, stretching out beside him. “These conversations take all my energy.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Do it again and I won’t even let you sleep in here.”

He laughs and it only makes him twitch again against his stomach.

“I'm serious, Rhett,” you tell him, glancing over the fact that you’re fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. “But I don’t like being mad at you, I don’t like being jealous and I know that you have a lot of jealousy and I don’t like that either.”

And even that makes him twitch.

“I like being here with you,” you go on, lips dragging across the skin of his rib; over the tattoo of your name he never told you he was getting. “And if I came back for anything, it was for this massive dick.”

Twitches. Again.

Which makes him cover himself, one massive hand cupping over his length. “Now you’re just teasing me, sweetheart.”

“You broke my heart when you walked your scrawny little ass in here and asked me if I hate you for making me stand still, so I think I’m entitled to it.”

“I just think about all the things you could be doing and all the things you have done, you know?” Rhett shifts his body back down the bed to lay flat beside you and turns until he’s facing you. “I'm just some dumb cowboy who can barely operate a toaster.”

“And it’s the best damn toast I’ve ever had.”

This conversation has gotten off the rails now and, truthfully, the hurt it caused to begin with has faded. All to leave two tired bodies next to one another, nose to nose with nothing but your own clothes between you.

“Touch yourself,” you tell him.

“I want to touch you,” he responds, followed by a promise that it doesn’t have to be much; that he just wants to hold your hand.

His eyes are just innocent enough to believe, pulling you in until his lips are on yours. Because that’s also how this works. He says something hurtful out of insecurity, betraying the insecurity he has in your relationship because he doesn’t believe he’s good enough. He takes his slap on the wrist, the talking down, and then he curls into and around you. Some sort of protection as if he needs the closeness of the night to convince him.

“Can I just be inside of you?” He finally asks, fingers creeping over the elastic waistband of your panties. “Please?”

“There it is,” you tease. “You know you can just ask to fall asleep inside of me, you don’t have to make me sad to do it.”

Guilt flashes across his face, so heavy with the day and the work and this on every feature, before he smiles. “Is that a yes?”

He doesn’t wait a second longer as soon as the word yes starts to form in your mouth, doing his best to pull the soft material down and off of you with the help of your twisting hips. Then he pushes inside, easy the way it always is for him.

As he settles, lips mouthing at your pulse point, he says, “will you tell me again? Just one more time?”

“I'm in love with you, Rhett Abbott,” you indulge him, “and if I have to be caught between somebody’s teeth, I’d rather it be yours than job’s or anybody else for that matter.”

“Thank you,” he whispers. “I'm sorry.”

“Clean the cow shit out of my rug and then I’ll accept the apology.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott fanfiction #outer range fanfiction #goodbye

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mandoalorian · 19 days

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celeste [leon s. kennedy x reader]

word count; 1,4k words

age rating: suitable for all (hurt/comfort)

note: leon comforts the reader after they wake up from a nightmare, and eases their anxiety.

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The rain pelted against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm that matched the storm raging inside you. Anxiety gnawed at your insides, twisting and turning like a viper coiled in your chest. You sat on the edge of your bed, cradling your head in your hands, trying to make sense of the devastating news you had just received. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled to hold back the flood threatening to consume you.

Just as the darkness threatened to swallow you whole, a gentle knock echoed through the room. Startled, you looked up to see Leon standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of concern and empathy. Without a word, he crossed the room and sat beside you, offering a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "I heard what happened. I'm here if you need to talk."

You hesitated, your anxiety tightening its grip on you like a vice. But something in Leon's steady gaze urged you to open up. With a shaky breath, you poured out your fears and frustrations, the weight of your burdens lifting slightly with each word spoken.

As you spoke, Leon listened intently, his own memories of tragedy and loss surfacing in the wake of your pain. He spoke of Raccoon City, of the chaos and destruction wrought by the outbreak, and the countless lives lost in the blink of an eye.

"I remember feeling so helpless," he confessed, his voice tinged with sorrow. "But I knew I had to keep moving forward, for the sake of those who couldn't. It wasn't easy, but I had to believe that there was still hope, even in the darkest of times."

His words resonated with you, a flicker of light in the suffocating darkness of your anxiety. With each moment spent in his presence, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease, replaced by a warmth that spread through your chest.

"I don't know what I would do without you," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Leon's gaze softened, his hand reaching out to gently brush away a stray tear from your cheek. "You don't have to face this alone," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine.

In that moment, as the storm raged on outside, you realized that perhaps there was hope after all. And with Leon by your side, you knew that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.

Hours passed in a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional rumble of thunder or the soft patter of rain against the window. You found solace in the steady rhythm of Leon's breathing, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.

As the night wore on, exhaustion began to weigh heavily on your eyelids, threatening to pull you into the depths of sleep. With a soft sigh, you leaned against Leon's shoulder, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

"Rest now," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll be here when you wake up."

And as sleep finally claimed you, you found peace in the knowledge that no matter what tomorrow brought, you would face it together, hand in hand with the man who had become your guiding light in the darkness.

The night pressed on, heavy with the weight of exhaustion and worry. In the midst of fitful sleep, nightmares clawed at the edges of your consciousness, dragging you down into a realm of darkness and despair. Images of chaos and destruction flashed before your eyes, mingling with the echoes of screams and gunfire.

You jolted awake, heart pounding in your chest, gasping for breath as the remnants of the nightmare lingered like a shadow in the recesses of your mind. Disoriented and trembling, you searched the darkness for a familiar presence, a lifeline to anchor you in the storm.

And there he was, as promised, sitting beside you, his expression one of concern and understanding. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, offering a comforting embrace that chased away the lingering specters of your nightmares.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the night. "You're safe now. I'm here."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace. His steady heartbeat echoed in your ears, a steady rhythm that calmed the storm raging inside you.

As the minutes passed, the panic began to subside, replaced by a sense of peace that washed over you like a gentle tide. With Leon by your side, the darkness held no power over you, its grip weakened by the light of his presence.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "For waking you."

Leon shook his head, his fingers gently brushing through your hair in a gesture of reassurance. "You have nothing to apologize for," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

With a grateful sigh, you leaned into his touch, savoring the comfort of his embrace. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the sky in shades of pink and gold, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand.

As the world around you stirred to life, a newfound sense of resolve blossomed within you, fueled by the knowledge that you were not alone in your struggles. With Leon by your side, you felt invincible, ready to take on whatever challenges awaited you.

And so, as the day gave way to night once more, you found yourselves drawn to the tranquil beauty of the lake, its waters shimmering in the moonlight like a sea of liquid silver. Hand in hand, you walked along the shoreline, the soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet a soothing counterpoint to the gentle lapping of waves against the shore.

Above you, the stars glittered like diamonds strewn across the velvet canvas of the night sky, their brilliance a testament to the vastness of the universe and the infinite possibilities that lay ahead.

You and Leon settled onto the grassy bank, gazing up at the celestial spectacle overhead, lost in the wonder of the cosmos. And as you traced constellations with your fingers, Leon's hand found yours, intertwining your fingers in a silent promise of companionship and support.

In that moment, as you lay beneath the vast expanse of the heavens, you realized that perhaps the greatest adventure of all was the journey of the heart, a journey best shared with the ones you love.

And with Leon by your side, you knew that no matter where life's path may lead, you would always find light in the darkness, and hope in the embrace of love.

#leon s kennedy #Leon kennedy #Leon s kennedy x reader #Leon s kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 2

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Can i request a botw link x ganon's daughter reader oneshot?

Nobody knows that she was ganons daughter,

She was getting very jealous over mipha and link, when ganon attacks she sides with him and helps him with taking out the champions

100 years later, after links starts his journey he starts having flashback of him a girl that he actually speaks to and by the flashbacks the only one he speaks to.

the spirit of unbosa told link that he might find reader in the castle, when he was looking in/around the castle he find a room with reader in it and she getting her powers sucked out of her by ganon.

Memories of You (BOTW! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!!! 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗱 𝗟𝗢𝗟 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

There’s not much he really remembers about you. Yet he finds himself clinging onto the few memories he has all the same.

Small glimpses of you. Snippets of conversation with you. Pieces here. Pieces there. Memories coming back suddenly. Memories slowly being coaxed back inside of him with the help of others. Little by little. Day by day. He sees more of you. He feels more of you. It’s like your presence- your spirit- grows with the more he can recall. Yet it never feels like much. He never feels like he learns much. Never.

You show up more than anyone else despite all that he’s lost. You show up so, so much yet he swears he doesn’t know anything about you. It’s like he chose to forget your name in favor of remembering just how bright your smile can be. It’s like he chose to forget your relationship with him in favor of remembering what it’s like to hear you laugh. It’s like he chose to forget nearly everything about you in favor of remembering what you look like when your cry.

But it’s those memories of you that he holds onto throughout his journey. When he’s sleeping shelter in a place for leaks and creaks beneath of raining sky, he thinks of the time he told you the perfect joke. It’s the sound of your giggles and the feeling of your hand pushing him away so you can try to regain your composure that gets him through these cold, lonely nights. When he’s lost, and he’s frustrated because he doesn’t know where to go, he thinks of a time when you complimented him with such sincerity, he thought his heart would have burst. You called him so many things in that memory- you said you were proud of him and that he meant the world to you. And it’s memories like that one that have him taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, counting to ten, and taking another good look at the map before trying again.

Even in the moments when he’s encountered a new location. A location with breathtaking views and indescribable sights. He’ll sit there and he’ll bask in their beauty, taking in every single second. And he’ll think about all the times he made you cry. He’ll think about all those times while wondering if bringing you to a place as gorgeous as this one would be enough to still your tears and bring that smile he adores back on your face. But he still doesn’t recall your name. He still doesn’t recall so, so much.

But that doesn’t stop him from clinging onto what little he knows about you. That doesn’t stop him from clinging to all that he has left of you. He traverses on with the image of you in his head. He fights every battle. He clears every shrine. He does it out of obligation. He does it because he thinks it’ll lead him to you.

And that’s why he’s here now.

That’s why he’s here, in Hyrule’s old and half-destroyed castle. Breathing in foul-scented air because someone told him there was a chance he could find you here. Crouching behind walls and sneaking past enemies because he felt like he could find you here. Alive, he can’t help but hope. But he has his doubts. Though his doubts have no strength against the memories he still clings onto them. He’ll see you again. He will, no matter what. And when he does, he knows he’ll have so many questions. Questions about what he sees in his memories. Questions about what he hears in his mind. Questions about what he’s come to learn about you after all this time. And Questions about all the things left in between.

What’s your favorite color? Why did he speak to you and no one else? How did the two of you meet? Why do you hold so much pain in your eyes? Is your favorite food the same one he always sees you getting with such a smile on your face? Is your father truly the terrible man that you say he is? Did you mean it? All the words that you last told me? Did you mean it when you said you hated me?

What’s your name?

“...” His eyes shift to the side as the sudden creak of a door captures his attention. It’s a small movement, and it comes from all the way down the hall of an area he has yet to explore. Naturally, he wants to think it’s all due to the elements. Malice still covers the walls in places that are hard to reach, and the holes in the stone let a draft blow through all the tatter tapestry and carpets and rugs every second of every day. But he knows better by now. He knows so much better now.

But even then, it feels so, so little.

He’s slow, and he’s steady as he creeps forward. The master sword lies steady in the grip of one hand. A heavy shield decorated with the former royal family’s crest sits in his other hand. He’s silent as he moves. Fueled not by the thoughts of the skeptical. Fueled not by the hopes of the wistful. Fueled not by the expectations of the powerful. But fueled by the warm wind that seems to call his name. Fueled by the warm wind that seems to whisper yours.

So when he’s finally close enough to the door at the end of the hall, he knows he has approached something powerful. It radiates all around him. It threatens to push him back. It promises to destroy him. It vows to kill him. And he knows that from this point, he should proceed with caution. He knows he might not be prepared for what exactly he’ll see on the other side. Malice overwhelms him at this point. It coats the walls and the floors and so, so much. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough for him to turn his back on you like he knows he did before. It’s not enough for him to forget you like he knows he did before.

It’s not enough to keep him from wanting to know your name.

So he shoves open the door, and he readies his sword. He stares at the scene in front of him, and he stares at it head-on. He glares at a monster- big and tall and ferocious at it preys on the weak. And he gazes at an angel. A lost one. A forgotten one. Lying on the floor as it fights for its life. Lying on the floor as it fights for others. Very much alive.

Very much you.

And for once, he doesn’t need memories of you to keep going. For once he doesn’t need echoes in his brain. For once he doesn’t need pictures in his mind. Because for the first time since he had woken in that chamber so, so long ago- for the first time- he feels that he can truly reach you. That he can truly find you. That he can truly save you. And ask you all those questions he has for you.

All those questions he has for you…

But for now, he’ll focus on the creature in front of you. He’ll draw his blade and he’ll attack and he’ll kill the creature in front of you. Because he has a feeling it’s what really took everything away. His friends. The princess. The king. The castle. The town.

Because he has a feeling it’s what took you away.

And maybe then…and maybe when you’re saved, you’ll tell him your name. Maybe when you’re saved, you’ll laugh at one of his jokes again. Maybe when you’re saved, you’ll give him one of your smiles again. Maybe when you’re saved, you’ll tell him what you meant to him. And what he meant to you.

And maybe…just maybe…his last memory of you won’t have to be of you crying. It won’t have to be of you screaming. It won’t have to be of you telling him “I HATE YOU”. Maybe then, his last memory of you could become something different.

Maybe then, it could be something closer to closer to “I love you.”

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another year over

levi ackerman x f!reader wc: 2.6k

summary: levi hates his birthday; you just want him to know how loved he is.

contents: canon universe, levi's bday, fluff but also angst bc i always have to have it !!! all the scouts love levi !!

Your horse nearly tripped over its own hooves, caught in the mud that complimented the foreboding atmosphere. With a jolt, you flinched, preparing for the impact, but none came.

The animal remained upright, continuing along the trail as if nothing had happened.

You were grateful, in those few seconds, that no injury had come to either of you, but your pride was not so lucky.

Levi snorted from just a few feet in front of you. The sound was mocking and shameful; it was as if you’d been the one to stumble in the sinking soil, falling flat on your face.

“Keep that horse of yours in line,” Levi muttered over his shoulder, not even taking a moment to glance back. “No one’s going to come back for you if you fall behind.”

You exhaled, refraining from rolling your eyes as you refused a reply.

It had been a long mission with too many lost souls, and Levi wasn’t taking it well. Everyone was on edge. It was the end of the year, and it was another one full of the same results.

Levi's comments were becoming more unpleasant—not just the ones towards you, but to everyone.

Beside you, Eren was silent, his eyes full of ignored tears. You watched as his hands trembled with the reins, fighting to turn his elusive sadness into rage.

Though Eren had been on your squad for a while now, you always had trouble talking to the teenage boy. He was full of so much turmoil he didn’t know how to cope with, and you never knew how to reassure him properly.

Levi was, surprisingly, much better at that than you were.

“Eren,” you said, wishing that you could take away his pain through just a few simple words. “It wasn’t your fault. It’s just the way it goes. We seem to always lose more people than we save.”

Eren’s eyes only grew narrower, angrier with each passing second.

Of course, you said the wrong thing. Again.

“It shouldn’t have to be this way! Not when I’ve got the power of the Titans myself. No one else should have to die.”

“Really encouraging pep talk back there.” Levi didn’t allow you the chance to respond. His shoulders were tense as you all pushed forward, hood pulled up over his head to block out the rain. “Why don’t you keep going… Maybe the rest of us will feel like the mission was actually successful by the end time we’re back home.”

A pause. You considered ignoring him once again, beginning to get fed up with his constant criticisms.

“Captain,” Eren began, and something in him seem to shift, his anger towards you dissipating. He tossed a sorrowful glance between the two of you, caught between who to defend. “She was just trying to help—”

You shushed him, appreciating his concern, but not really needing it.

It seemed that no matter how poorly you and Eren seemed to understand each other, he was always the first to call Levi out for his harsh notes against you. And while a part of you always grew irritated with Eren because of that, you knew that he was trying to build a bridge between you.

You didn’t want him to think you couldn’t handle Levi’s brazen attitude, his annoying quips in moments like these. There was just so much information that Eren wasn’t privy to—he didn’t know that Levi was so harsh with you during missions only because he didn’t want to lose you.

So while you didn’t appreciate being called out in front of the entire squad for your lack of attention and dismal off-days, you would always prefer his moody remarks over being a titan’s afternoon treat.

Besides, Levi wasn’t upset with you. His tone was less than amused, but you knew what he was trying to tell you in those few words.

“It’s alright, Eren,” you said, and the boy gazed at you skeptically, wondering why you were never fazed by Levi’s personality. He just wasn’t used to it, yet. “I shouldn’t have said something like that. The truth is, no matter how many people we lose, it never gets any easy, does it?”

Eren swallowed, and looked forward, keeping his eyes on his group of friends that had stuck by him through his years as a cadet.

You sighed, trying to quell the emotions rising in you. Most of the people you remembered from being a cadet were dead.

There was a chill in the air—the rain would likely start to freeze by nightfall.

Levi was silent as he slowly removed his uniform, folding it into a pile for the next day’s laundry. There was sweat and blood coating every inch, mud from the rain that was still pouring down. The cloth was wrinkled and torn—he needed to get it stitched up before the hole grew insurmountably.

You watched from the edge of the bed, your uniform long-since removed. He didn’t meet your eyes and kept his own focused on the task at hand.

By the nature of his choppy movements, you knew that his arms were sore and exhausted. Nimble fingers kept slipping as he tried to undo the buttons of his top and frustration quickly overcame him. The lines of his forehead nearly doubled.

Silently, you stood, making your way over to him.

“Let me,” you said, brushing his hands away gently, the back of them bruised and bloodied. It was a horrible sight to see, though one you’d gotten used to. Levi was never without some sort of injury.

“I can do it,” he said shortly.

You ignored him and he let you.

The buttons fell open smoothly, revealing his pale expanse of toned skin and the hidden wounds that you didn’t know about until now.

You frowned; it didn’t matter how many times he got hurt, no matter how much the pain became familiar to him: you would never enjoy seeing him in such a state.

Your eyebrows drew together in concern, and you prepared for a snide remark from Levi, though none came.

He winced instead as he pulled the shirt off his shoulders.

“Does it hurt much?” you asked, eyeing the purple flowering across his chest. You doubted he would give you an honest answer anyway.

“Just sore.” Levi rubbed at his side gently before letting his hand fall away, gazing in the mirror behind you. He knew what was going through your mind before you even voiced it. “I promise. I know you don’t believe me, but I’d tell you if the pain was unbearable.”

He looked terribly exhausted—it was unlikely he’d gotten a moment of rest since the mission had begun two days ago.

“Alright.” There was a lapse of silence between you, but you continued standing, merely watching as Levi tugged off his pants and changed into a much more comfortable pair to wear. “Do you want to do something tomorrow?”

He snorted, sending you a skeptical glance. “I would love to lay in bed all day and rot until I’m rid of this pounding headache.” Levi rubbed his temple, accidentally flicking his dark hair into his eye. “But I doubt I’ll get so lucky. Duty calls.” The sigh he released was felt in the very depths of his soul, a kind of weariness that doesn’t go away with sleep. “Why? Ask Hange to spend the day with you; wouldn’t be the first time they’ve slacked off.”

“Levi, that’s not…” you let your words fall, exhaling slowly. “It’s Christmas Eve.” Your gaze dropped to your hands. He’d forgotten. Not that it was important anymore, with the way life had been. There wasn’t much to be happy about this year. “Tomorrow’s Christmas.”

“Is it?” The words left his lips passively, but he fixated his gaze on a spot in the corner. Hardened. “It feels like just any other day.”

“Maybe.”

He glanced back at you, his deep eyes contemplating silently before he returned to his task at hand. Levi left for the bathroom, attempting to scrub every inch of grime from himself before climbing into bed.

While he was busy, you grabbed the poorly wrapped gift from under your bed, trying not to frown at the sight of it. You were surprised he hadn’t found out about it, at this point. It wasn’t hidden well.

He returned moments later, noticing the cloud that had fallen over the room, though he was unobservant of the package in your hands. Just the pitifully sad glint to your eyes that you couldn’t seem to push away.

“You’re not upset, are you?” His icy stared held you before relaxing, and the tension in his permanent scowl released. He was slumped over, his usually perfect posture absent. “Did you really want to do something? We can leave early before—”

“No, that’s not it.” You held your hands out, the small gift balanced between them delicately. It wasn’t much, but you did your best. “I just wanted to celebrate your birthday.”

“What?” he said, a gut reaction, eyebrows pulling together.

You managed a smile, brightening at his perplexed expression. You always got him a gift, and he always reacted like he never expected it. “Happy birthday, Levi.”

He stared down at your hands, exhaling slowly. “I told you to stop getting me gifts.” He took it anyway. “I don’t celebrate my birthday.”

You made a face, thrusting the gift at him once more. You couldn’t really do anything with it besides throw it away. “Fine.” The same response as usual. “Then, celebrate Christmas instead.”

“That’s not fair. I don’t have anything for you in return, idiot. You should’ve told me.”

“Levi, that would’ve ruined the surprised,” you sighed again, suddenly feeling like the entire plan had been a bust. He continued to eye the package like it would erupt at any moment. “Besides, I don’t want anything.”

He frowned, hesitantly taking the paper bag from your hands. “You always seem to want something when we go to the markets.”

You made a face. “That’s different.” “I hardly think so, considering either way, I’m spending an ungodly amount on things you don’t really need.”

“That’s just because you love me,” you said, poking him in the chest.

His eyes narrowed.

“Besides, I really don’t want anything this year. Just to spend time with you.”

Levi sighed, looking back down at the gift. “Still. I could’ve at least gotten you some flowers.”

“Stop acting like I’ve gifted you a key to the palace. Really, it’s nothing.”

He opened it cautiously, like something might jump out at him horribly.

Inside were a few cards with the delicately written signatures of Levi’s squad and some of your other friends—those who cared enough to write to him.

A few signed their names dismissively, like Mikasa with her simple scrawl. Connie and Sasha drew a poorly drawn legion of stick figures. Eren went so far as to call him the best Captain. There was a card that Hange had completely taken over, using up every inch of parchment, and though you hadn’t read it, you were certain the stories within them were amusing and endearing.

Levi’s conflicted emotions overran his face, and he squeezed the stack of papers tightly.

Beyond the cards was an expansive collection of tea, practically every leaf and flavor combination imaginable. The box was beautifully crafted, a deep brown wood etched with Levi’s initials, and one that you’d picked out on your own.

“This was Eren’s idea,” you explained, hoping that Levi understood how much he was cared for by everyone around him; not just you. “I let them all pick out some teas without restriction. If you hate them, just keep it secret.”

His eyes softened, the beginnings of a gentle smile appearing. “I’m surprised they went to all the trouble.”

You frowned. Levi was tough on them, and everyone knew it. But he always underestimated how much the younger scouts cared about him. “Don’t be silly. All of them look up to you.

He raised an eyebrow, disbelieving. “Really? Well, they certainly fooled me. I'm sure they prefer you.” His words remained sarcastic, uncaring, but deep down, Levi really did appreciate their reassurance. That no matter how curt he was with each of them, they knew he didn’t want to see any of them hurt.

“Not really, Levi. They just think you’re unfairly impatient with me,” you laughed, shaking your head at his obliviousness. “They’re good kids. I appreciate that they’d be willing to call someone out for me; even if it’s just some old man.” You teased lightly, smiling. “You’re really raking up the years, aren’t you?”

The words left your lips in a hushed manner, your heart clenching behind the bone.

Levi smiled, though it wasn’t enough to reach his eyes. “Against all odds, anyway.”

He sighed, placing the tea and cards down carefully on the side table. Wordlessly, he pulled you into a gentle embrace, conveying all his gratitude through the tight hold he had on you.

You pressed your face into his chest, his skin smelling freshly of soap. He was warm, solid. Finally, you were able to relax—your memories of another journey outside the walls fading away.

“I suppose I do have one more surprise,” you said into his chest, not bothering to look up. “I asked Erwin for the day off—both of us. He agreed.”

Levi stilled; his hand was unmoving on your spine. “I shouldn’t—”

It was then that you pulled back, trying to ease the conflicted expression on his face. It was a typical move by Levi, to throw himself back into work in an attempt to drown out the memories from another failed mission. You could get his mind off things just as easily. “It’s one day, Levi.”

“A day half our comrades will never get.” He sniffed, his lips drawing into a thin line.

“You deserve a break,” you said softly, running your thumb against his cheekbone. His skin was so pale, fatigue wearing him down to sickness. “That can be your gift to me. Rest. For just a day. I want to spend time with you outside of training and the horror beyond the walls.”

“We have lots of time together,” he tried, but you both knew it was lie. Ever since Eren had joined your squad all that time ago, you’d been hard-pressed for any time together outside of your usual nightly routine.

Disaster just seemed to be striking down on you, over and over and over again. It was hard, sometimes, to remember you were even in a relationship at all.

“Levi,” you said, easing his lips into yours gently, whispering his name against his own like a prayer. “Please.”

He exhaled shakily, and you knew you had won in the moment, feeling him fall against you like you were all he had left to live for.

“Fine,” he said, kissing you deeply. You could hear in his voice already, in his relaxed stance, that he appreciated your actions. It was so rare that he got to ignore his responsibilities as the strongest soldier, when he was just as human as anyone else.

You cheered excitedly—you couldn’t remember the last time that you’d gotten to spend an uninterrupted day with him.

“I love you!” you beamed, throwing yourself back into his arms. Though he’d heard the words a million times before, Levi’s cheeks flushed, a deep contrast from the unsympathetic expression he wore. “Happy birthday.”

“You already said that.” He grumbled, directing you back towards your bed.

“Happy birthday.”

“Stop it. I’ll work tomorrow, I swear. Your little plan will go right down the drain.”

You started singing to him anyways.

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The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter

Chapter Four

Based of this ask

Rated Explicit | Warning: period typical sexism, depression

Ao3

Taglist: @anastasiablossomlove @tfamidoingwithmylife @luopenis

Chapter Three

Golden Cave ruined your family utterly.

The explosion, the suicide pact made by your father, and ordered the workers to follow. The research on the gas that caused the madness. Then the detonation of the charges buried the cave with everyone inside.

You were left with utterly nothing.

When you woke up, the doctor of the mining site said Norton was carrying your unconscious body to the infirmary before the explosion happened. Since that accident, you have been asleep…

For a year.

There were no dreams, no sensation of being asleep for so long! Doctor Dyer even said they started fearing the worst. Not like that was your concern, it was your father and the miners.

The news given to you is beyond heartbreaking…

In a year you have lost everything your father ever owned or built himself, including your home.

Suddenly, you have fallen from the top to now sinking into the bottom.

The life you knew is gone, your mother's family had turned away from you to keep their livelihood secure (though they pay for your medical upkeep), and the families of those miners demanded your blood. It is a nightmare scenario that leaves you helpless.

It was too much for you. The sense of isolation, loneliness, and helplessness quickly takes root in your heart.

Your friend, the doctor whose name is William Dyer, visits you from time to time. Visiting as often as he can with his wife when you are transferred to a mental ward.

Your dark thoughts had led you to a dark option as you grieved.

Staying in a coma felt like a better option.

In the hospital currently, you sit alone in your room facing the window. A dark and cloudy day, no one is out in the yard because it rained yesterday. It fits your current moods, dark and gloomy. A shell of your former self these days as nightmares plague your mind, you jump at shadows when you force yourself to stay awake.

There are whispers in your mind you swear are voices of those lost in Golden Cave.

Go back. You must go back. You must find out what happened that day!

You stare at your lifeless expression in the window, there are dark bags under your eyes now.

A knock makes you slightly turn towards the door as it takes your attention for a second only for you to ignore it once more to stare outside the gloomy world.

“You have a visitor!” A nurse enters your room, “If you need anything someone will be right outside.” Leading in whoever before closing the door.

There's a second of silence, then the sound of a heel-clicking against the floor as your visitor walks towards you. He stopped only when you spoke.

“Please leave me, Doctor Dyer,” Wiping your tears, “I am afraid I am in no state to be pleasing company.” You dare not look at your friend as you look like a mess. Unkempt hair, your medical gown stained with tears, your face puffy from crying so much.

There is a deep chuckle, one that makes you confused, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” A voice that haunts you chills you to the bone. Nights you dreamed about him yet it always feels like a jumbled mess-- All of those dreams, however, end in a way you are shameful to admit: erotic.

Not sure why, yes you did find him attractive but such ideas never crossed your mind out of respect for him.

“Mr. Campbell?” Your voice cracking as you slowly turn around, “I…” When you look at him– Up for he towers over you– He appears different.

A haircut and dyed a lighter shade of brown hair. His skin is clean, no longer covered by the muck of dirt and coal. His attire is bright red, accented by his shoulder gold colored lined cape, with black long boots. Then there is a mask on his face, it hides the scar on his face. The hat was taken off the moment he entered as he held it in his white gloved-covered hand.

No longer does he dress like a prospector, no, he is like a dapper gentleman from some stage play. At least he appears healthy, that you are most grateful for.

“You appear well.” Smiling so gently to him genuinely happy to see his fortune changed.

“Quite,” He moves forward but stops midway when you flinch, “You mousy now? Tsk, when Dyer said you were locked up here I couldn't believe it.” A few long strides and he is beside you facing the window, “To think you would end up here.”

“If you are here to mock me,” Turning your head to look at him, “Please do not.” Begging for a bit of mercy, “It is good however to see you, Mr. Campbell. Despite everything that has happened, I am glad you are safe.”

You still are sweet as honey, you should be broken with all that happened! But you don't remember it… Heh.

“Dyer said you don't remember what happened at Golden Cave.” Ignoring what you said.

You nod then gaze forward as you start explaining what happened.

All you can remember is running into the cave to stop your father. Doctor Dyer says the gas within the cave likely causes you to hallucinate and seems to cause the gap in your memory. The coma though, he does not know what caused that.

“I want to thank you for saving me.” These are the last words to follow.

“Don't see why you should.” Turning around to lean against the hard glass of the window, “Look at the mess you're in.” Crossing his arms.

“Perhaps.” It has been… Hard to put it lightly, “It seems fortune has smiled on you these days. The gold rose pin is a little much though.”

If only you knew how he obtained this wealth. The cost of being now the one on top. If he had to make the choice again… Well, he crossed that threshold of morality the moment he had you in that cave. Taking you, listening to the dark part of himself; his life is now in a place he wants to be. In control and wealthy.

“What brings you here today?” Making conversation, “How have you been?” Curious.

A part of him wishes you would not smile at him, but the other half is excited by you smiling at him. How you have no idea how tainted you are because of him.

He turns to face you as he pulls out an envelope, sealed by ink with a crest design on it, he gives it to you.

Take it in your hand with an inquisitive expression. Why does it have the crest of your mother's family on it?

“I have a business proposal for you.” Cold and cutting to the chase, “One I'm sure you are well acquainted with.”

When you open the envelope, reading each paper, you back away with shock on your face.

“How—” In utter disbelief.

“Money is power, sweetheart. You know that. Don't worry I didn't write that, they did. Figured the best way to settle your pop's debts is to get their granddaughter–” He stopped when he noticed you tearing up but laughing humorlessly.

“Seems karma has a way of balancing out indiscriminately.” You cannot believe this, “Now I am the one owing the company store.”

Sixteen tons. What do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt— He is aware of the miner's song.

“Debt is inevitable. At least, you won't be breaking your back digging for coal.” Shrugging.

“No… Instead, I will be on my knees for you.” A deadpan expression before you sigh.

Oh, you remember those words, huh? Cute.

“There are worse things that can happen, (Name).”

You know that. You truly do know that. It just makes you feel bitter, being tossed to be another person's problem. Helpless as these papers basically layout: you have no choice if you want to survive.

There is a harsh reality you must face as a woman of this world: marriage is your only way to stay alive.

“When?”

“In May. A spring wedding. Everyone loves spring weddings from what I was told.”

“And you… Do you agree with this?”

“Why not? They see the advantages and they know how good it would look to marry you to a former employee. One that saved you too. Your father has no kin aside from you and the company is going belly up, I can just absorb it into my own.”

“... What happened to you in a year?”

He does not answer, he instead pulls out a ring from his pocket, “Yes or no, simple as that.” Showing you the ring held up by his thumb and index finger: Gold. An engagement band. Simple with lovely patterns on it.

You offer your left hand to him.

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The secret history

chapter ten.

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Of all the creatures that move upon the earth, nothing is bred as weaker as the man.

Jungkook X fem!reader ft.all bts members

Genre: dark/gothic academia, slow romance, forced marriage, mystery, thriller (??) found family and Greek mythology.

Wc: 7k

Mentions of smoking, religion, bird-eating, a lot of blood, demons, wine, snakes, Greeks, monsters, knifes/weapons etc. (let me know if I should add more)

"Jesus Christ, what a monstrous evening," I say as I feel jungkook gulp. "He's chained." Jungkook muttered lowly in my ear, "Oh, is he?" My vision blurred, I felt tears and the last thing I knew was blood running down my mouth from my nose. It dropped on the floor as the monster growled so loud that my hair flew back, I lost balance, completely depending on jungkook now. "Are you okay? Why are you bleeding?"

He whispered while panting, sweat forming on his skin as I stared into his large eyes, "I.." I threw up and realised I had thrown up blood. "Y/n?! What is happening?! Jesus!" He held my face and removed my glasses, he was an even more blurry mess as tears ran down my face, the monster growled at us, I gulped the remaining blood that was irking my throat, made a fist of myself as jungkook repeatedly wiped the blood with panic drowning him six feet deep.

"I will find you." I mutter with such a vile, angry, force pushing me to the ground. I stared at the monster's eyes, which were on the verge of breaking its chains, and before I even knew it, I was on the ground with a thud, and I had fainted. Or might've just died.

To my horror, I opened my eyes and I saw the clean, white, pale familiar hospital ceilings. That means it is bad. Very bad, if you end up in the hospital. I hope I'm at least not paralysed, I wasn't. I removed the oxygen mask and looked onto my side. Jungkook was sleeping, head on the bed I was on, hands sprawled, fingers loosely tangled around mine. My stomach churned.

I looked out of the window, full moon, no rain. It was dark, probably midnight. I looked back at jungkook, his face was hidden from me, I didn't see his eyes. I looked at our hands, remembering all the incidents that happened, I felt sick to my stomach. But I frowned when I noticed stains on his palm, I took his warm palm into mine. Red, deep, stains like tattoos.

Unfortunately, I had woken him up. He looked at me, drowsy. As usual, I become conscious of how I look. His eyes turned wide awake, sparkles in his orbs as he immediately hugged me. My fingers twitch when I hear his heartbeat, "I was so worried." I heard him whisper, stunned to my core I blinked and shoved him away.

"Stay away from me." My stomach churned, of what, I don't know. Was it hunger or the way he looked at me? "You were—" "What are those stains on your hand? Is it my blood?" I asked, he looked at his palms and then at me, nodding. "Even your face is stained of your blood. Which is, really bizarre." He said as I touched my mouth, though I smelled antiseptic and nothing else. I gulped, "It's been eight days."

I looked at him, "I was in a coma?" He nods, "kind of. You bled so much but there wasn't anything wrong with you." He sat on the same stool he was sleeping on. "It was hell. That day was the worst day of my life." He remarked as I sighed, "What time is it? And why are you here?" I asked, he stood silent for a moment. "It's two past. I..." he contemplated looking at me, nervously rubbing his stained hands, "Ah! Your friends and I took turns to be here with you, it's day eight, my second night in the hospital."

Lie. His face tells he's sleeping here for the past week. "Can you get me some water?" He nods and gives me a bottle of plastic filled with water. I drank it desperately, and as soon as I pulled my lips away from the bottle, he exhaled. "You want something to eat?" I sighed, "It's two am, what will you get me anyway." He slightly chuckled, "I have a chocolate bar if you want."

He takes out a chocolate wrapped in a white colourful wrapper, the kind which kids prefer. He offered it to me, I looked at his face. His lips stretched into a thin smile, big eyes blinking. My stomach growled I took it with a snatch as he stared at me, I hurriedly opened the wrapper and ate it like my life depended upon it. Which was, perhaps true.

But the worst part of it was that I hated chocolates. I despised them with all my will, my heart burned and it stung my rib cage. I was fuming, "you okay?" My heart pained when I looked at jungkook, who was yet again worried for me. It feels terrible to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world. That's how he looked at me.

He passed me a tissue, "I'm going to sleep." I blink and lay down, feeling a sudden pain shoot up in the left part of my chest. Jungkook laid out the blanket upon me, "Go home." I say, the sudden guilt consuming me so deeply that I see my grave somewhere in a parallel universe. "No, I'll stay here. You sleep." So I closed my eyes and slept.

Well, I tried. I couldn't sleep, I shifted here and there. Jungkook was quietly roaming around, he saw the moon for a bit, smoked, tried reading a book, and even played with his phone as well. He was wide awake, sleepless, just like me. Unfortunately, he noticed me staring at him. "Not sleepy?"

He spoke that from the back of his throat, messing his hair, silky hair shall I add. "No, I was just about to sleep." I lied, though, I sat without my will. "Why did you open the window?" I asked, chilly air coming through it. "It was nice, you wanna go and see the view?" It's the easiness, the light of his voice so delicate and sweet yet bitter like a cheap coffee.

Coffee, the colour of his eyes. Though it looked slightly blue right now when I looked into them. So pure, so opal and innocent. Not a single soul would tell he's a liar, that lying is his way of dodging, ignoring, coping mechanism for god knows about what. "No, I'm fine," I must admit, I tried to relocate the attractiveness of his voice.

And I failed when he slightly chuckled, like a Prince Charming of some interesting nation, hair kissing the sides of his jaw, lips so red. Like a hero of some history movie yet he has that modern touch to his figure, too bad I was the villain. I was not the heroine, nor was I the princess or queen, I was there to ruin his nation and kill the motives of the hero. Which in fact, does kill the hero in itself.

"Oh, c'mon." He smiles dreamily, I was wrong. Kira did see something in him. I looked at his palm out to hold mine, I gulped and gave in. Hated it but still did it, I was doing all the wrong things even though I knew what was right. I wasn't naive, I knew I was leading him onto something more than just tolerable partners in crime. But I can't help it, he's irresistible. And I won't ever tell it to his face.

We stood by the small window, the moon shone brightly, and I smelled his same Bvlgari perfume in the air, taking over my own which was purely just antiseptic. My arms slightly brushed his, "do you have a cigarette?" I ask, he shuffled and then stopped. "You are not smoking today." I nod, though, after a couple of minutes, he pulls out a cigarette stick.

"I only have one." I looked at him, I do remember the night we shared a cigarette. I didn't fail to notice the twist in his kind smile turning to an arrogant one, the glint and mischief in his eyes and just him in general. I smiled, probably for the first time in a month to him, "Keep that to yourself. Maybe I should just not smoke."

He hummed, "right." He lit it and smoked, I wasn't that tempted tonight to just share, more like I abstained not to. "Are you not scared of me?" I ask as he shakes his head, "I'm not. You're my friend." I blinked and looked at him, "we are not friends." He looked at my face, "we're not?" I gulped when I noticed a glimpse of sadness or that he was just equally great at lying with his eyes.

"You know nothing about me." I inhaled as he waited for me to speak further, "I'm not a good person." "How are you not?" "Don't ask me that. Do you not remember? I made your life hell, because of me, kira left." He blew out smoke and rubbed the head of the stick, "Hmm. I hate you," I know he does not mean it, but I'm glad he spoke that despite not meaning it, "Good, I hate you too."

"Of all the creatures that move upon the earth, nothing is bred as weaker as the man." I gulped after saying that. "You..." jimin blinked at me, in awe. "You read that?" I nod, "I did." I say, "How did you even survive after all this? Jesus Christ." Jin shook his head, "I thought I wouldn't. But I did, and I'm sure it has a purpose." I say as namjoon raises his brows, "Your survival is a purpose?"

I nod, "by who?" He asked as I sighed. "That monster? What about it?" I asked as He frowned, "What monster?" I scoffed, "What'd you mean? Jungkook didn't tell you?" They shook their heads, "no he didn't tell us about any monsters. Snakes, Greeks, you bleeding. That's it." Yoongi said as I felt a hole in my stomach deepening, he was not with us.

I took my phone and ran out of the abandoned building, he was on the other end of the street, headphones on. I gulped and walked to him, "you lied to my friends." I say as he removes his wired earphones and blinks, "What are you talking about?" I squint my eyes, "why didn't you tell them about the monster?!" He scoffed, "What monster? That corpse your friends ripped to shreds?"

My frown flattens, my stomach boiling. "Don't you play games, Jungkook. Please." He shook his head, "seriously. What monster are you talking about? Genuinely asking." I bite my lips and stare at our shoes on the ground. Was that possible that only I remembered about the monster and not Jungkook? But Jungkook can be lying too, why would he lie though?

"Fine. There was no monster. You're right." I cut short and walked back, I stopped when I pressed my foot on the other street. "You're allowed," I say loudly as he smiles but I do not wait for him. I walk quickly to my friends, "there was a monster. But Jungkook doesn't remember about it. Trust me." Hoseok exhaled, "I trust you."

And the rest of us agreed with him. Thankfully Jungkook didn't hear anything, "so what's next?" He spoke as if it was a matter of who's the next government or what should we have for dinner. I sigh, "I'm going to try and research. That's it." I slip a note in Taehyung's pockets, "really? You told all those Greeks were..gods...and my ancestors—" "leave it. I was out of my mind."

I shut it as I pick up my bag and muffler, aiming to go home. "Are you not going to meet your mother? She missed you." I stopped dead in my tracks and looked back at Jungkook, "what mother?" I asked, the left side of his lip slightly curved. "Your mother?" I exhaled, "What mother? My mother?" I sighed, "You mean Mrs. Lane?"

He hums, knowing damn well he's pissing me off. "I told him." I looked at Jin, "What?! Why would you tell him that?! Why would you..." I scoffed, "Cut her some slack, jeon. She's just out of coma." Jin warned, "Fine fine. I was just teasing you. Your real mother called, him." I looked at taehyung as he smiled awkwardly.

"What did she say? Is she okay?" He smiled warmly, "She asked why you didn't visit her. Are you fine or what, I told her that you went into an accident and she said she'd come to see you. Though, she didn't." I blinked, why would she not come and see me? "Y/n?" I looked up at yoongi.

He cleared his throat, "are you going to meet your mother tonight?" I clicked my tongue, "I won't. She doesn't deserve me." Namjoon exhaled, "She's your mother." Jimin cooed at me, I scoffed at him. "Only giving birth to an accidental child does not make you a mother. You've to raise her, not keep her in lies the whole time." Yoongi exhaled, "since you're not. Let's have dinner at my house."

Namjoon broke into bewildered chuckles as I raised my brow at him, "Are you...sure?" Hobi asked, judgementally. "Yeah." Jin scoffed, "I swear, I will not be even filling my wine glass, aight yoon? I'm not going to cook." Yoongi hummed, "Uh-huh, you don't have to. I will take care." He glanced at Jungkook, "and he's allowed."

Jungkook blinked like an unwanted child, I slightly felt bad for him. "I am...still not believing my ears honestly." Taehyung furiously checked his ears. "Stop overreacting." Yoongi rolled his eyes, "when I don't invite you, you complain. And when I do, you complain too?" I sat on the chair beside Jungkook and folded my hands, "no one's complaining."

Yoongi, ahead of me, creaked a nasty smile. "Since you're being too generous today, yoongi. Find me a good tea cafe, that serves good tea, in this area." He scoffed and got up, "I'm not your servant." As he started to walk out, he "die." I curse, "actually," his boots slipped and danced against the rusty ground. "I'm experimenting with something and I've figured out a new way to kill a pigeon and eat it."

I squinted my eyes and scoffed, "You will rot in hell, yoon."

He clicked his tongue, "I know.”

I rolled my eyes as he walked completely out of our sight.

"I wonder if yoongi is even gonna serve us some food and just his philosophical opinions about gay men." Namjoon shrugged as I snorted, "Jesus, Joon. Shut it."

I open my phone to check the time and weather. 3:10 in the afternoon, nine degrees. I exhaled, "You want some bread? As an afternoon snack?" I looked at my side to Jungkook who suddenly spoke. "What?" I asked, he looked at me and then at my friends. "Well, I can give you a treat."

Namjoon chuckled at the starry-eyed jungkook, "I'd rather like you to pay our library bills, jeon. It's much better." Taehyung chuckles, "I'd rather want some bread though. With coffee." Jimin shook his head, "You need to pay your library fee, you're on the verge of getting banned." I frown, "how much is it?"

"Three hundred pounds or some shit. I dunno." Jimin said

"What?! Three hundred pounds? Are you even returning the books?" I asked,

"I am! But still, I can't...most of the time." tae pouts,

"He most probably has half a library at his apartment. I mean half an apartment at his library." Hobi joked,

"He's like, borrowing ten books every day," Jin said who was going through his book

"How do you even read it? And how do they...let you borrow ten books?" Jungkook asked,

"He's in touch with eighteen libraries. I'm afraid the librarians are gonna report him to the police or something." Namjoon shook his head,

"Jesus, Taehyung get a hold of yourself. Get a vacation!" I say as he shrugs,

"You wanna come to Italy this holiday? It's pretty fun there." He approached,

"Uh..." I didn't know how to deny, "not really."

"I would go with you." Jungkook smiled,

"Really?! Thank you, man! You are the sweetest."

Jimin cleared his throat, "Coffee and bread is it, jeon?" Jin asked, turning a page. Jungkook hums, "sure. Let's go." He checked his watch and stood up. I exhaled, "I want a hot chocolate." Taehyung packed up the first and fastest. I just hope he sees the note. Everyone was already out but I was checking some messages on my phone about the ongoing payments I've to take and cases I'm denying, talking business with jimin.

"C'mon, y/n! We're not gonna wait for losers no more!" Jungkook teased with his borrow raised, I didn't know why. But that made me smile to myself. "Let's go, I need caffeine," I say to jimin as he puts down his sprawled legs and follows me.

"You want a croissant or plain bread?" Jungkook asked, looking through the menu, "I'm fine. Just get me a chai." I said as he looked at me, lips slightly pouty. "Why? You should eat some bread. I'll get us croissants." I slightly scrunch my face when he walks away and probably places an order for about a hundred pounds. "You didn't have to buy so many things tae."

I say as he shrugs, "he's giving a treat. Let him." I nodded and looked outside and into the backyard of the cafe. It had a special outdoor sitting but didn't offer for so many people. Mostly couples sat on dates there, which I despise. But through the ugly experience of watching people cry, beg and eat out each other's faces, I saw someone I probably shouldn't have.

Kira stared at me and then at jungkook who was talking cash or card. Her blue eyes shone like diamonds. I scoffed, "I'll be back in a minute." I whisper to namjoon as he stares at me walking toward her. "Hello there." She didn't smile. which honestly, I expected her to. "What do you want?"

She was rude. I sigh, "I wanted to apologise." I say,

"For what?" She put her huge cup of latte aside, "for stealing my boyfriend?!"

"Hmm. I didn't steal him. You can have him if you want."

She stared at jungkook, I saw the tears in her eyes come to the brim, almost running down her pale cheeks. Kira was gorgeous.

"It seems like he has come to an adoration of you and your friends. Probably even love you more than ever." She physically trembled while saying it, that's how bitter it was for her.

I sighed, "No he doesn't. He does not love me in fact, he hates me. He said that to me last night." She gulped, "what do you want, y/n? Why are you doing this?" Finally, a tear ran down, ruining her mascara and liner. I sighed, "Kira. We're all looking for demons, who play well with our own. So Don't try to be so innocent, you left him. Didn't you? I didn't tell you that, nor did he." She sniffed, "And? How am I supposed to be with a man who has a legally, wedded, wife? Whom he sleeps with behind closed doors?"

She was right. But this case was different, I am not chasing Jungkook or his wealth. I'm chasing something he could never offer and I wouldn't even want him to. I might as well divorce him in the upcoming months, it's not a huge deal to me. But maybe it was to him and Kira. I sigh, "I'm sorry. I am not after jungkook or his wealth. I am not interested in him, I said that before too. I don't know what's happening between you and him, and I don't want to know.”

Lie, I did want to know what was happening or if it even happened. "So, trust him." She wiped her tears hastily, spilt her remaining coffee, and cursed seventeen times before finally answering back to me. "Would you help me earn him back, y/n? Would you?" Jesus Christ, what the fuck.

I shrugged, "Nope."

She Inhaled, "then keep him." Her lips trembled.

"What?" I was pissed.

"He might love you or not I do not care. You love him or not I do not care. But please, please don't come at me and talk. Keep him all you want, but don't try to rationalise things. It's different now, it's so different." Her feelings are valid, but these cheesy dialogues weren't the thing I signed up for.

"Okay. I won't. Have a great day." I say and leave, not wanting to bother her more which I've done already.

Before I could even make it to my table, Kira dashed out while bumping and stumbling. Fixing her short green skirt, and red hair and trying not to stumble in her shiny glittery heels. Jungkook didn't fail to notice her, and then he noticed me. "You..." he dragged, as usual. "Um, she's fine. Said not to bother. I guess I'm done apologising."

He chased after her. And Jesus did it hurt in my left chest like some rope knitting too tight. "Y/n? Come, your tea is getting cold." Hobi held my hand and dragged me with him, gladly. I sat down and sipped my chai repeatedly, and soon enough was it over. "Can I have one more?"

I asked the cleaner who was cleaning the tables, "Sure. Chai?" I nod, he bought me another cup of tea as I stare at the untouched croissant. Why would I go and talk to Kira? I knew they probably would get back together again and I've gone to tolerate all their ugly reality of clingy couples but still, why would I? Why did I feel so guilty when I've done this before? I gulped and took my chai and sipped it clean.

"I'm leaving." I say and take my coat, "Really? You're not having the croissant?" Jin asked, "No." I excused myself but dragged my feet back again to the table, and to taehyung who was dipping his bread in his hot chocolate. "Tae, please check your bag and reply to me," I said and furiously walked out, looking for the bus to take me near the mansion which was far.

A sudden cold breeze ran through me, London was so cold. So cold that my bones started freezing, I stood on the sidewalk and put on my coat, tapping my feet anxiously. "Y/n! Y/n, wait!" Now my bones were on the verge of falling off. Jungkook ran towards me and soon stood right ahead of me. "Where are you going?"

He panted, "home." I answered, colder than usual. He gulped and wiped his sweat, he was freezing. "Why didn't you...wait for me?" I shook my head, "why would I?" It was coming up, the swelling in the chest but yet my stomach contorted in the most horrendous way possible. As if I'm about to throw up all my chai on him.

"Right. Why would you..." he rubbed his hands together and scratched his nape. My bus came, though I stared at Jungkook. None of us spoke anything, "Hey. It's the first snow." He smiled as I felt a sting on my nose, a snowflake landed right on the tip of it. He chuckled, I tried to remove it but he held my wrist. "Don't do it, it's cute."

I inhaled the freezing air and looked to my right side, to the road where cars passed by, people who were walking to stop and experience the first glorious snow of the year. "Do you know that myth? If you experience the first snow with someone—" "you're soulmates."

I caught in the end, "Do you believe in it?" I glanced at him, soft, brown, doe eyes so eager. Why does he have to be so childlike? "No. It's shit." I said and looked down at our shoes, "I'm going home." I say, "Don't go alone, it's not safe." I bit my lower lip, "I'm talking about Yoongi's house." His frown flattens, no I wasn't.

"Oh. Sure, it's close, right?" He asked,

"You should go now. I don't want you clinging around me all the time." I harshly said and walked away from him, not bearing his sight no more. I hate jungkook.

"You do?" Yoongi asked, checking the oven when I told him that. "Yeah, I do." His cat ran across the hallways. "It doesn't seem like it." He murmured and tasted the steak. "Why?" I asked, stopping the whisker and adding baking soda. "Because you talk about him a lot. You didn't talk about that skee-" "Enough."

I say and add the essence. "Hmm." He hummed and glanced at me, "You're doing a great job." I don't say anything and increase the speed. "Why are you suddenly throwing dinner parties?" I asked, I heard him exhale as he chopped something on the board. "I don't know. I just felt selfish to never give my friends anything, besides. I missed you and us together. I wanted to have a night-long conversation about our lives."

That made me chuckle, no matter how tough yoongi was, he was as soft as the whipped cream I made. "Alright. I'll give it to you." I heard him chuckle too as we made food in silence for our friends. "It should be done in a few," I say, pushing the cake inside the oven and smiling lightly to myself. "Ow!"

Yoongi yelped as he furiously tried to not burn the pasta sauce. "Yoongi."

"Yeah?" He said,

"You're out of sugar."

He lowered the flame and looked at me, frowning like a grandma. "How the hell did you finish my one-month stock of sugar in one day?"

I shrugged, "a kilogram of sugar just isn't enough for everything, and that's your one month of stock?"

"Hmm! It is! I rarely take sugar In a while. Do you need more?" He exhaled,

"I do."

"Ah! I can't!" He rushed to the fridge for another tin of canned tomatoes. "Well. I fucked up, I need more canned tomatoes. And rosemary." He leaned onto his giant empty fridge,

"And?"

He smiled, "You've to run an errand for me, y/n."

I sigh, "Jesus Christ, why would I..." I murmured to myself, "Give me the money."

"Oh! Sure! Take my card." I swear I've never seen him smile that much. "Buy yourself something too."

"I won't." I took his card,

"Oh, c'mon take it as a Christmas present."

"I don't do Christmas."

"I do." He shrugged, digging in some cupboard for something.

"You're an atheist." I slightly frowned at my remark and heard him laugh.

I took my coat and replaced his warm-in-home slippers with my boots and exited his house, stood in the front yard and just admired the light snow. I can't believe it's the holidays already, I did not wish to admit but I miss my home. Where I've had to attend the physically choking Christmas dinners and Thanksgiving parties of big names.

Originally I saw Jungkook at a Thanksgiving dinner in itself. Last year, 28th of December, big doe sparkly eyes, lots of people. I asked my mom about him, and she told me, 'he's a son of your father's old colleague. Do you like him?' Not a single bone in my body would've guessed her abandoning me on New Year's Eve. I slightly chuckled and walked through the quiet streets to the supermarket near it.

My mom promised me a secured On Jungkook if I left her and never came back. It was a deal. I rub my nose and clutch my coat tighter. I could already feel a cold coming through, I pushed open the door and walked to the back section. Taking a pack of refined castor sugar and then moving to the last aisle to pick up rosemary. It was already the holiday season in stores, advent calendars, red wrapping, golden stars, and Christmas decorations.

"Just this?" The cashier was a black woman doing something on her computer I nodded as she sighed with a kind smile and took my card. "Thank you for shopping." I took the paper bag and exited the store. But my feet dragged me right back onto the same cashier, "uh..." she awkwardly smiles.

"Do you have cigarettes?" She blinked at me,

"We do. Do you want a packet?"

I coughed suddenly while nodding, "Yeah. How much?"

"Oh, two pounds." I frowned,

"Two pounds?" I question the unreasonable price

"It's the holidays." I shuffle through my wallet, "not using the card?" She asked,

"No." As I give her and take the packet of cigarettes, finally leaving.

I slowly felt my nose freeze and my steps echo in the empty alleyway sort of streets. Dark, creepy, and mysterious, which most of the time I prefer. I heard a sound which made me stop for a second, a sound more like a camera shutter. Or someone taking a picture on an Android cell phone. I exhaled and kept walking, slowly transforming my peaceful steps into hurried ones without making it seem like I was running for my life.

I shift the heavy paper bag in my arms and shuffled through my coat pockets, shit. I forgot to get my usual pocket knife or pepper spray. I kept walking, hearing footsteps behind me as my hands sweated with anxiety. Good god, I was so scared. "Hey." I stop dead in my tracks and turn around, a bunch of teenagers look alikes smile at me.

I gulped and stared at every one of them. They were particularly not thirteen-year-olds but they weren't also men, they somewhat looked like 18-19-year-olds dressed all in disgusting clothes and blowing smoke on my face. Some even reeked cocaine and druggie, neon bright colours or black clothes with wannabe thugs slogans.

"What?" I blinked and tried to fix my glasses.

"Wanna go hang out with us, girly?"

"Jesus Christ what the fuck." I said and was about to turn around to leave when one of them pulled me which made the sugar spill all over. I gasped, "How dare you?!" I picked up the bag and tried to clean the mess but the same guy clenched my neck and pulled my hair.

"We fucking want an ID bitch, you comin' wit us or we drag you lil pussy up to the club?!" It physically hurt me, the way he pulled my hair. I yelped at first, trying to even look for a stone or something but before I could even stand up, he was pulled onto the ground ahead of me, I blinked. Then the other one put down on the ground.

I glanced up to see Jungkook frowning at the teens, they were three in total. Two gone, one more. Unfortunately, he had a knife, sharp as ever. I felt a slight tug on my hair as Jungkook took my sharp pointed claw clip and defended himself from the inexperienced knife master. "Who the fuck are you?!"

Jungkook's long fingers swirled around got ahold of the black knife and pointed it at the teenager's neck. "One more, kid?" The guy visibly gulped took his mates off the ground and ran away. I was still, on the cold ground, legs sprawled, castor sugar everywhere. Jungkook tugged the knife in his pocket and looked at me, His hair was open, the moonlit aura becoming clear.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking into my eyes that wore glasses. He gave me his hand as I sighed and took it, standing up from the ground and feeling my legs numb. I stumble but he catches me, "careful!" I held his shoulder and tried to maintain my balance, "are you okay? Let me see, will ya?"

He removed my glasses and took a closer look until we both Just stood stunned and awed at each other. and then, as usual, a reality check hit me in the head and I'd snatch my glasses from him. "I'm fine! They were kids!" I say looking everywhere but at him, "They looked powerful. Why would you go out alone on such a cold night for sugar? Are you crazy?" His voice was as soft as Jane's jet-black hair.

I stare at his mouth, slightly frowning. "Y/n?!" I flinched my eyes away from his own. "Get up!" He gave me his hand as I reached out and stumbled almost thrice while getting up. I grunt in pain when I physically feel my blood go still, "can you walk?" He asked, head under my arms, "I can." Just when I thought it was over, a fresh wave of embarrassment drowned and sunk me into the deepest pit of hell.

All my friends stood there, giggling, clearing their throats, making faces. "How..." Jungkook pants, dragging me to them, he looked at them. "What?" He asked, "How come these motherfuckers didn't come ahead to save me?" I murmured to myself, "I told them. They said you're fine, been there, done that. I don't even know. Tae did want to come ahead but namjoon stopped him." I looked at Jungkook and kicked my legs on the ground.

"I'm fine now. Thank you." I get rid of his touch and hold and glance back at the castor sugar spilt on the ground. "You're welcome. Don't go out like that again." I ignored his advice and walked further closer to my friends, "If you didn't want to help, why wait and watch?" I raise my brows, and three of them awkwardly clear their throats.

Fixed glasses, raised brows. "He's a martial artist, right?" Jimin asked, "Yeah, and?" He shrugged, his outrageous femininity choking my nerves into a painful, irritating headache. "We just wanted to see his moves." I exhaled, "And what if he wasn't?" Namjoon scoffed, "You said he was."

"I also said he was a philosopher but he wasn't. What if he wasn't also a martial artist and I would've—" "y/n." Jin stopped my unnecessary, anxious blabbering as my breath echoed. "He's just behind you, and he saved you. Multiple times." Hobi warned me to mind my language, in my ear. I would usually get a bit of a butterflies tickling but this time my pit dropped to my core.

I looked behind me, shuddering in the coldest of my ears as Jungkook stared at me and my friends. No facial expressions whatsoever. Not even a sassy one, to defend himself. He just stared, my heart slightly shifted thinking about what he must felt like being an outsider and I just made things worse. My voice caught up in my throat, I couldn't even open my mouth to say something to him.

"I.." I let out a croaky voice, cheeks flushed, red nose, eyes slightly glossy due to the breeze as he stared at my face. "I should go home," I say and press my lips together, quickening my steps away from everyone and downright out of society. I spotted a bus stop and thought of just going home and burying my head deep underground.

Nine fifty-five, he stopped for dinner. I repeatedly check the time while going through my classic Greeks and books related to the gods and their wars in my library. "Why would he stop for dinner when I'm here? Huh." I scoffed, turning the page and fixing my glasses. I grabbed an apple to eat which was fine for me, I hope they enjoyed the treats I made.

I wasn't jealous they didn't call me back, because they knew I wouldn't come. I sigh and shift on the couch. The mansion's library was excruciatingly haunting, yet it had a deep sense of comfort and wonder to it. I shift again, like laying cold face down on my stomach and I can Inhale the dust from the couch. I tried reading again, though I groaned like a child not liking it.

Tired, I blew off the candle, stuffed my book on the edge of some shelf and decided to leave. I was walking barefoot in the hallways with wooden floors. "Y/n!" Mrs. Jeon's voice echoes as I glance down the aisle. "Yes?" She smiled and walked up to me with a bunch of strawberries. "How are you, my dear? And where is he?"

I smiled and took the Berry, removing the leaves of it. "He's with my friends. Having dinner probably." I muttered and suck the berry. "Oh, why didn't you have dinner with either of them?" I shrugged, "I..don't know." I exhaled as she hummed, "You want to have a girl's night?" She offered and I kindly declined with some excuse for my headache.

"Oh, at least have something for dinner, my child." I smiled, "I ate an apple. I'll be good with these berries." She hums, "Alright I guess. I thought we'd have fun." I clicked my tongue, "I'm feeling tired." Something stirred in my stomach, like an unsettling ick catching my throat. Maybe I should just be in the room instead of roaming.

I gulped when Mr. Jeon came running to us, "y/n!" We stopped walking, "what are you doing here?!" He harshly grabbed his wife's arms and dragged her, giving me a look that the stir in my stomach turned into a contort. I sighed and looked beside me, already past that door. I walked two steps back on the wooden floor and opened the room, stepping inside.

Only a candle lit in the corner, I walked further and sighed, turning the lights on. The room is so much like jungkook, that it's hard to rationalise my presence if you don't squint your eyes. I plop on the fluffy mattress, turning my face on the left side and scooting further. Removing my glasses and throwing them somewhere, I place my head on his pillow. I flutter my lashes, slightly burying my head more.

I sighed, turning again and watching the ceilings. slightly tilting my head, I carefully examine the small god-like creatures mounded up. I hear the door unlocked I immediately sit up, lips curving into a smile as I see his face. "You're here." He looked at me, slowly fluttering his long lashes and staring at my face. My smile lingered, and then it dropped.

I seriously didn't think I'd be hearing Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake Act 20 violin drop in the utter silence of two who perhaps actually don't understand each other. "I mean-" I rolled my eyes, "you're here!" I let out again as if displeased with his presence. He opened his mouth but just exhaled. "You...yoongi sent you some food."

He hiccuped. He was drunk. I smelled it. I glance at the paper bag and then at him, "You drank?" He fell on the bed with a bounce. Squishing the paper bag under him. I sighed and got up from the bed, going inside the bathroom. To my surprise, he held my hand. I stopped, turned around and saw him squinting, "Hey."

He shuffled something in his pants, trying to find something. Cheeks red, sniffing from time to time, dreamy eyes so dilated, unfocused and lips twisting and smiling at every inconvenience. What he pulled out was beyond my surprise, the packet of cigarettes I'd purchased earlier. "You'd have forgotten that, but I picked up."

He smiled like a kid and sat on the bed, fingers slipping out of my wrist as I sat beside him, hips colliding. He pouted and shuffled in it, "Oh. There's only one." He showed me the only cigarette stick in the packet and looked at me. I can smell the cigarettes and the type of alcohol they choose to be drunk over. "What do we do now?"

He questioned, playing with in between his fingers. Looking into my eyes, my lips slightly curl in a soft smile. "I'll take it," I whisper and snatch the stick, he gazes at his empty fingers and then at me. Puppy-eyed, "Are you not going to share it with me? Like I did?" He said.

"Hmm-uh." I shook my head as he exhaled. "Y/n, do you think I should take a shower? Do I stink? But it's so cold, I don't want to take a shower." He placed his head on my shoulder, arms touching mine. "You should take a warm shower." I softly said, stomach churning. "Hmm, maybe I should."

He whispered though he didn't move. Stayed there, stuck to me like glue. My chest swelled again, the familiar urge to grab his face and kiss his mouth back into my core. I started imagining if there was any possibility of me and Jungkook being together, touched, stained and of each other. "Y/n?"

He whispered, chin on my shoulder, looking at my side profile face. I glanced at him, feeling his breath tickling my neck, nose slightly brushing that made thorns creep up on my toes and face. "Did you eat?" I blinked and looked at him, I nodded. He smiled, stretched, bright, complimenting his cheeks, "good." He inhaled, "I'm going to pee."

He whispered in my ear and got off the bed, stumbling inside the dressing area while Removing his clothes in the midst. I exhaled and plopped on the mattress again, gazing at the cigarette between my fingers. I got up and took my nearest book, placing it in between pages with a soft smile.

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little-peril-stories · 1 month

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The Queen of Lies: A Worthless Criminal Condemned

Story Intro | Content Warnings | Mood Board | Vibey Song Lyrics | Ao3

Contents: grief, panic attack, hopelessness

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Word count: 2600 || Approx reading time: 11 mins

A Worthless Criminal Condemned

Teaser: Undoubtedly, part of the reason Will could not, at that moment, think or breathe properly was that Geoff had his thick fucking hand clamped over his mouth, holding in the panicked bellows for his brother and for the girl who meant more to him than any other in the entire world. And while, logically, Will knew that Geoff was saving his sorry fucking life, he wanted nothing more than to tear his friend apart until there was nothing left.

“Don’t you fucking dare let go of him.”

Although they were harsh, perhaps the expletives and the commanding tone were necessary, given the situation: constables heading straight for the townhouse, Bree clutched in the dirty, covetous paws of Will’s second-most-hated police officer; Jamie being arrested; and Will himself barely able to see, breathe, or think.

“I fucking mean it, Geoff,” Colette said—the last words she spoke before she disappeared, practically vaulting out the window. She didn’t say a word to Will, or mention the way he was being fully manhandled by someone who was supposed to be his friend.

Undoubtedly, part of the reason Will could not, at that moment, think or breathe properly was that Geoff had his thick fucking hand clamped over his mouth, holding in the panicked bellows for his brother and for the girl who meant more to him than any other in the entire world. And while, logically, Will knew that Geoff was saving his sorry fucking life, he wanted nothing more than to tear his friend apart until there was nothing left.

In fact, he hated Geoff more than Baden Hatchett, almost. For Geoff wasn’t supposed to stop him from running. Geoff was supposed to fling himself into the street to save Jamie while Will gave Lenton a good crack across the jaw, grabbed Bree’s hand, and ran. They were supposed to be a team, a family, and families didn’t fucking abandon each other. Not like this. Not ever.

Will had thought Jamie had abandoned him—had even hoped for it—but he hadn’t. So how could he even consider abandoning Jamie?

But Geoff didn’t release his grip— merely held him still while the constables hurried past and then dragged him away when their backs were turned.

Only when they had put distance between themselves and the compromised townhouse did he finally let Will go.

The moment he was free, Will spun around and punched Geoff squarely in the mouth.

It didn’t do much, not his weakened muscles against Geoff’s well-developed bulk. It certainly hurt Will’s knuckles. Perhaps, if anything, it hurt Geoff’s feelings.

“What the fuck, you fucking bastard? Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

Geoff only looked at him in silence, sorrow Will did not want to see waiting in his dark eyes.

“We could have helped them! For fuck’s sake, we could have—”

“Woulda got caught.”

Will hated him. He hated him. Hated him for staying calm, for looking him in the eye and spitting out those miserable fucking words just like that.

“No, they would have gotten away!”

But Geoff shook his head.

The truth, reiterated in that simple motion, flowed into Will like poison, dragging him toward the ground.

He collapsed right into it, and then he couldn’t move—couldn’t sink into the soaking earth and drown there like he wanted to, because his limbs were frozen stiff from the rain. Numb from the cold. Rigid from the way his very bones had turned to solid, unbendable iron. He thought at first he might be freezing from the storm, but then he thought he couldn’t feel the rain at all.

In fact, he couldn’t feel anything, anything, except a single terrible pain, and it was not of his body, or perhaps it was; he wasn’t sure, but it was almost otherworldly, this pain. It gouged holes into the flesh deep in his chest, as if a monstrous entity snapped, snarled, and scratched at his insides until all he could think of was how much it hurt. It hurt. And if he was hurting, standing safe in the ice-cold fucking rain with Geoff, then what of Bree and Jamie? What kind of hurt were they going through—while he was standing safe in the ice-cold fucking rain with Geoff?

While he stood by and did nothing?

How could he do that to them? How? How could he watch while Jamie was dragged away to jail and Bree was sent back to the devil himself?

The blissful, golden days that had graced his pointless goddamn life with a fleeting taste of happiness seemed like some kind of cruel joke. In a matter of minutes, all of it—Bree’s smiles and her hand in his, the warm presence of his family around him once again, the naïve belief that things might go his way for fucking once—it had all crumbled underneath Will’s feet. Jamie was gone, and so was Bree. He’d seen her from the townhouse, panicking, caged in the arms of that snake Curtis Lenton, and now she’d been thrown back to her husband, back to Baden Hatchett, who would not, could not possibly forgive her for all she had done. All she had done for Will, and—and—

Geoff was saying his name, but Will couldn’t answer, because Will couldn’t breathe.

Hatchett had Jamie. Hatchett had Bree. Will was safe. Will wasn’t there. Hatchett didn’t have him. But what the fuck did that matter? If the other two were in his clutches? What was the point of being safe and free if Bree and Jamie were not?

“Will.” Geoff. Speaking. His voice. Quiet. Calm. “Will.”

Will. He was Will. An image flashed in his mind: four letters scribbled in a thick blanket of dust. He was Will. But he’d only been Will to her for a few fucking days, and she was already gone. Why had he waited so long to tell her? Who knew if he would ever hear his name from her lips again? Who knew if he’d ever kiss those lips again? Who knew if he’d ever even fucking see them again, for god’s sake?

“Will. Breathe.”

He couldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t fucking do anything. To help her. To help Jamie. He couldn’t do a goddamn thing.

“I can’t fucking breathe!” he gasped.

“Breathe. Slow.”

“I can’t,” he said. “I. Can’t.”

Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous that he should fall apart like a weakling when he was the one who was safe, who was far from Baden Hatchett and from jail, when he wasn’t the one in chains—

“Gonna be okay,” Geoff said. Hands on Will’s arms. Calm. So calm. How. How? “You can breathe. Slow. Slow it down.”

But he couldn’t, not with Jamie and Bree taken away and what if he never saw either of them again and just like the first time, he didn’t say goodbye, again, fucking again, he hadn’t known, he hadn’t said a damn thing, and the absence of that single word was going to eat him from the inside out, that goodbye, goodbye, goodbye—

“With me,” Geoff said, and Will wanted to punch him but he couldn’t punch while he couldn’t breathe, and so he tried. He tried. He tried to breathe again.

“Doing good,” said Geoff softly. “C’mon. ’S good.”

And Will could breathe, and he was safe, but Bree and Jamie weren’t, and he wanted to hurt Geoff as much as it hurt inside him, but he didn’t. He just let himself sink down to the ground again, not to drown in the rain, but to breathe and breathe and breathe.

Geoff said nothing. Only the rain pattered around them, a sound that should have been soothing and instead sliced the air like a thousand tiny, shrieking knives.

“What are we going to do?” Will finally asked, and he did not recognize the sound of his own voice.

“Get away.” The low rumble of Geoff’s voice was the same as always, and yet not. Heavier. Harder. Sharper. Precarious, like a china plate teetering on the edge of a table. Ready to fall. Ready to break. “Go from there.”

The plan, Will remembered with a jolt. His stomach clenched, and his lungs tried to squeeze the air out of him again.

“Okay,” he managed to mutter before all his air was stolen again. He stood up.

Geoff’s eyes were distant, but he nodded. “Let’s go.”

***

They broke into a bakery once the sun had set.

Not that it was hard; Geoff was the most skilled lock-pick Will had ever met in his life, and he had the back door open in no time. He put everyone else to shame. The man couldn’t read, and sometimes he lost his place when counting things over about fifty, but he was good at a lot of other, more important shit.

“C’mon,” he said. “Still hot back here.”

It was as good a place to hide as any. Colette, Geoff said, would get there when she had her answers. Leave it to those two, Will thought bitterly, to have some secret, silently communicated plan of where to meet.

Except it had been fucking hours and it sure seemed like she should have already figured out what there was to know, which couldn’t be much.

Unless she, too, had gotten busted.

Will told himself it was inconceivable. She was Colette. She didn’t get caught. She didn’t get spotted. That was part of her whole thing. Geoff did the heavy, hard stuff. Jamie did the planning and pretended to be in charge. Colette bossed everyone around for real, and she was the one who sneaked into impossible places on light, stealthy feet. And Will? Will did the easy work that no one else wanted to do, because that was what he could be trusted with.

And for a long time, that was what had worked.

But then he’d been in jail, and with that, everything went upside down and backwards. Suddenly, he was the one who was trusted with everyone’s fates—their lives clutched in his shackled hands, and he’d held fast to the faith they’d had no choice but to have in him, and he’d kept his goddamn mouth shut. He’d fucking done it. He’d kept IA’s secrets. He’d kept his family alive. He was supposed to do the easy stuff, but it was the hardest goddamn thing he’d ever done.

Then there’d been Bree, and easy had gone right out the bloody window.

In fact, Will wasn’t sure he’d been the same old dumbass who called himself Fox for a long time now.

Because everything was fucking different. Even Jamie’s planning skills meant nothing now. He and his dumb fucking big-picture brain were gone.

If Will, who hadn’t even earned his place in the inner circle, was more than just the useless brother of the man who started it all…

If Jamie, after years of working so hard to keep hidden while IA operated in the shadows, was gone and soon to be unmasked…

If Geoff, ever stoic and entirely unfazed by anything life threw at him, was fracturing into pieces before Will’s eyes…

If all that had already changed and gone wrong, what if it meant Colette’s sneaking skills were about to fail, too?

He pressed his forehead into his knees, letting the residual heat of the cast-iron ovens seep into him slowly, banishing the chill of the rain.

What are we going to do?

He was half-asleep when Colette finally showed, looking like a right nightmare: soaked to the bone, covered in mud, and exhausted.

“Holy shit,” he said, the first words that came to mind, “what the hell happened to you?”

She laughed—an ill-natured, soggy, tearful thing, completely devoid of humour or anything close to it. “I chased a fucking wagon across this goddamn city. And then I chased a carriage across it again. I nearly got trampled twice. Do not fucking start with me.”

“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat when the apology came out in a whisper.

They let her collapse as close as humanly possible to the ovens, and Will pretended not to hear the tiniest hiccup of a sob catch in her throat.

Geoff disappeared for a few minutes and returned with some burnt heels of bread. Colette took hers without complaint, and she nibbled at it while still lying on the floor.

Impatience burned under Will’s skin. She had intel. She had to. She had to, didn’t she? Why else would she be chasing horses all over the goddamn place, come back so late and so worn out and so drained?

“It’s bad news,” he finally said when he couldn’t wait a single moment longer. Slowly, Colette nodded in confirmation, wincing in pain when she sat back up. Her thick curls were nothing more than matted ropes, glued to her dress and to her neck. The speckles of darkness all over her clothes made Will feel sick. In the gloom, the mud might have been splashes of anything—reminiscent of something else that might stain one’s clothes with grimy black spots.

“Jamie’s fucked,” he guessed again, and Colette repeated her nod of assent.

Burning behind his eyes. Buzzing at the back of his mind.

No. No, he wasn’t going to break down again.

“Bree?” he managed.

Colette’s face screwed up tightly—like she was hiding some emotion she didn’t want him to see. Like she was hiding… No, he was imagining things.

Except he wasn’t.

“It’s not good news,” she said softly.

He swallowed, pretending her words didn’t send heavy, aching prickles through his entire body. “She’s in jail, too?”

Suddenly hesitant, she asked, “Are you ready to hear it right now?”

Will nodded, and all three of them knew he was a liar.

“You promise me?”

Another nod.

“She’s not in jail,” said Colette gently, and something relaxed in his chest.

That was good news, wasn’t it? Why would she preface such tidings with It’s not good news if it wasn’t true? Because anything had to be better than Baden Hatchett’s prison, didn’t it? “Where, then?”

He almost missed what she said, distracted momentarily by the memory of Bree’s teary eyes as she told him about how Hatchett had locked her up in her own bedroom. He pushed aside the ghostly echo of her voice. If that was where she was, it was still better than jail—and it offered significantly more opportunity for busting her out.

When Colette gave her answer, though, Will’s heart screeched to a stop. “No.”

It’s not good news.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

Are you ready to hear it right now?

“You can’t be serious,” he said. “You’re fucking lying.”

This was Colette; she should have snapped at him about such an accusation. Should have demanded his respect, because didn’t he trust her information? Did she look like a liar to him? When had she ever given him reason to believe she would mislead him on something as important as this?

She’s not in jail.

Colette simply shook her head, and Will ground his forehead into his knees again, trying to remember how to breathe.

Hatchett hadn’t fucking sent Bree to jail, no. He’d decided he’d punish her another way instead. Why, it was the goddamn perfect solution. It explained everything—the only plausible reason a sweet, proper girl like Breanna Hatchett would ever get mixed up with a piece of shit criminal like Will Wardrew, the fox-thief of Iustitia aecum.

Colette’s hand brushed his shoulder, and he jerked away from her touch. She didn’t try to comfort him again.

Through the storm of furious thoughts, Will heard her ask Geoff how he was doing.

And Will was glad to be hidden in the darkness of his arms and knees around him, for it hid the dampness on his cheeks that slipped free when Geoff gave a wordless answer that sliced right through any armour Will might have thought he wore. It pierced the night, an anguished echo of the turmoil inside Will’s mind, a perfect reflection of soul-wrenching, haunting grief.

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Imagine Yagi Toshinori Coming Home After Trying To Help Deku

Yagi “AllMight” Toshinori X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Dark themes

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) All Might has always been my favorite character and I’ve always wanted to write more for him, but I love his character so much I’m afraid of messing up by writing him. But I had this idea with the new cour going on and people finally getting to see dark Deku. I read the manga and I am all caught up so I know what happens, but to keep from spoiling anything I try to just write to keep up with the anime that way I don’t ruin the experience. I’ve always loved reading the content and watching as I am an impatient person. XD But I had to get this idea out before I started on a request I received! Hopefully my fellow All Might fangirls will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

It was late in the night and you had no choice to stay up, as sleep kept alluding you. You never knew when he would come home or if he even would, but your mind wouldn’t ease until you knew for sure that Yagi wasn’t coming home or he pulled into the driveway. The rain pattered against the window, painting clear trails down the glass while flashes of lightning played across the floor. You jumped hearing tires screech to a stop in front of your and his shared home. You peeked out the window, eyes squinting at the bright flashes of lightning and the headlights playing on the building wall. You sucked in a deep breath as the familiar lanky form and messy blond hair of the man you love exited the vehicle. Watching the once number one hero stumbling listlessly in defeat, you rushed down the stairs, trying not to trip over anything in the dark as you didn’t want to waste time turning on lights. He needed you, it had been so hard on him ever since his last victory in Kamino Ward. Your heart broke every time he talked about the days where he was on top of the world and before the accident that took him from his livelihood. You were there for him, through all his questioning of himself and those times he didn’t feel like he had any worth if he wasn’t at his strongest. And now with Deku going through such a hard spell in his life, it was bringing back those dark thoughts that never seemed to go away. You never lost your patience with him and you made sure to be there no matter what. You didn’t play down his needs, nor did you make him feel like his emotions were ever false. He was everything to you and you never wanted to push him away or make him feel less than.

The door opened quietly as he didn’t know if you were awake or not. All Might stumbled a little when you suddenly launched yourself into him. The relief of seeing him home and safe had hit you all at once, you couldn’t help but sob in his chest. He held you tenderly, letting you cry quietly until you finished. When you finally looked up with reddened eyes did he stroke the tears from your cheeks. You always needed just a moment to let your emotions free as you feared that every moment he stepped out that door was going to be the last time you ever saw him.

“I am here,” he quoted his old catchphrase causing you to giggle. “Like I said I would be.”

You nodded, “Mmm hmm. I just worry. Everything is going to chaos and I don’t know if I can deal with it if something happened to you.”

Yagi understood, he worried about leaving you all alone every time he left home. There was so much going on in the streets that he was beginning to wonder if Japan would ever recover from such horrors. But he was all young Midoriya had left in these trying times. The young boy that had grown to become more like a son to him was hurting and while Deku didn’t know it, he had you to rely on as well as you were the one cooking the bentos. Putting every little bit of care and nurturing you could into his meals. After All Might had came home that first night, explaining to you what was happening and how Midoriya’s mother felt, you vowed to take care of him like he was your own son. Yagi couldn’t begin to explain how he had deserved someone like you, but he didn’t voice those thoughts as you would shut them down quickly.

“Are you okay,” you asked holding his hand while you lead All Might back to the bedroom. He needed sleep as his eyes were sinking in further from exhaustion. His shoulders weighed heavy with the burden he carried and you wanted him to rest. You couldn’t keep him home and it wouldn’t be fair to ask him to stay while his ward was out there pushing himself beyond his limits. Deku would have crashed long ago if it hadn’t been for the older hero. Now that his mentor was home it was your turn to take care of your husband and make sure he got the stuff he needed to to continue onward.

“Yeah,” Yagi sighed letting you help him undress as his arms were weary. “Just exhausted.”

“I imagine so,” you pecked his cheek. Rummaging around you found him some warmer clothes to wear as his hair left little puddles in the floor. While he dressed you went to get a towel to dry him off. All Might moaned as you towel dried his blond mop of hair. You grinned quietly scratching at his scalp, just anything to do to soothe him to where he could sleep deeply.

“You hungry?” You asked after finishing your task.

Yagi shook his head but you wouldn’t let him go much longer without getting some nutrition. If he was going to boss Midoriya around about eating, you were going to do the same. The mentor needed to follow his own example.

“Well you’re eating in the morning,” you replied leaving no room for any arguments. Once again he nodded, too tired to even speak at this moment. You helped Yagi to the bed letting him get in while you went back to your side. With him back at your side you felt safer and the relief finally slammed into you. Just a little bit ago you couldn’t even think about sleep, but now that he was home the tension melted away and exhaustion took it’s place. Yagi turned over to face you, your eyes drooping slowly as you were quickly losing the battle to sleep. His weary face lit up with a smile at finally being by your side once again. He was worried about his student but he wouldn’t be much good to him with him being on the verge of collapse. Yagi pulled you into his chest, where you snuggle deeper into his embrace and finally succumb to sleep. He followed not long after knowing that if he had you at his side he could face anything.

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lonesome-witching · 9 months

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Friday Nights

This took me way too long to write but I made it longer to compensate. The anonymous prompt that was inspiration for this wanted some jealous Nancy which is the beginning of the story and ronance endgame which is the end. I hope you all like it and I hope to finish more prompts soon.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones. Although it might take a while for me to finish them.

Something was wrong with Nancy. It almost felt like there was a bug creeping under her skin. Although… It wasn’t always like that. In fact, most of the time she was fine, normal. But then there were times where her blood was boiling and she felt on edge. Like right now, as she was seated across from Robin who was talking animatedly about her date with Vickie. It’s like she couldn’t even help her fingers from tightening their hold on her cold glass. And the worst part was that she couldn’t understand why she felt this way.

She loved spending time with Robin. She loved listening to Robin ramble on and on about whatever was on her mind. Unless it was her girlfriend. And it didn’t make sense because Nancy had had no problem when Robin came out.

“And then she drove me home,” Robin said with a smile. Her lips sucked on the straw of her drink and for a second Nancy forgot about the bug under her skin or the way her blood was supposed to be boiling. For a second Nancy’s mind went blank and she just stared.

“That’s great, Robin.” Nancy kept looking at Robin’s lips as they curved back into that beautiful smile.

“I know, right! I never thought I’d find anyone who would actually want to go on a date with me.”

“Oh, c’mon. Anyone would be lucky to date you.”

Robin shrugged. “It’s not like there are a bunch of gay girls in Hawkins Indiana. But anyway, it’s not that it matters. I found one and I’m not gonna let her go.”

Nancy could feel her shoulders tense. “Great,” she mumbled, her eyes cast down.

“Yeah, we’re going out again on Friday.”

Something inside of Nancy snapped. “Friday?”

“Yeah, Friday.”

Fridays were sacred for Nancy. Those were the few moments she had where she could sit on a couch in an overheated room with her thigh pressed against Robin’s. It was only then that she could turn off her mind.

“We had plans on Friday.” She kept her voice as even as she could but her hands were shaking.

“Yeah, but we do the same thing every Friday and I have to work all weekend.”

“If you didn’t like what we were doing on Fridays you could have just said so.” She was losing her composure, could feel it bubbling up in her throat.

“No, that’s not it. Nancy, you know I love our little movie nights but I just— I want to spend some time with my girlfriend.”

“Good to know I’m no longer good enough.” Nancy pushed her chair back, fumbled with some money she had in her pocket and walked out of the diner. It was petty and it was stupid and Nancy knew that in the back of her mind. But her heart lay in shambles in her chest and she couldn’t care about what she might have just destroyed.

She walked home. Her eyes tearing up, her chest aching and her mind running a mile per minute. The streets of Hawkins had lost their comfort many years ago but tonight the stabbing cold felt even worse than it usually did. The empty roads and dark houses pulled at her heartstrings, deepening the hurt. Once upon a time this town felt like home. Now nothing did. Nothing except maybe the few people that understand.

Nothing except maybe Robin.

A raindrop fell on her nose. Quickly followed by a second and a third. Nancy quickened her pace. She had never liked the cold that the rain brings. It was worse after everything. Now that she knew he liked the cold, she despised it even more.

Which is why she was rushing home. It was also exactly why she didn’t watch out enough, why she misplaced her foot and twisted her ankle. One pained scream broke through the silence and then…

“Nancy? Nancy, are you okay?”

Nancy turned her head to watch as Robin ran up to her. The girl nearly fell on her ass as she halted next to Nancy.

“Are you alright?” she repeated.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just hurt my ankle.” To make her point clear Nancy pointed at her right foot that was lifted slightly into the air to keep the weight off of it.

“Okay, okay.” Robin kept nodding her head, something she often did when she was thinking. Nancy couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Okay, you can put your arm around me and I’ll support you.”

“What? No, Robin, I’m fine.” Nancy put her foot down to demonstrate only to wince as the pain clawed up her leg.

“You are not fine. Just let me help you.”

“What are you even doing here?” Nancy tried her best to keep that edge to her voice, the one she had had earlier, but somehow seeing Robin in the dim street lights had faded away that anger.

“Walking home, we take the same way for the most part, only I have to go—”

“Yes, I know where you live.”

“Are you mad at me?” Robin’s fingers were messing with her rings, a nervous habit. “Because I know that what I said may have come off wrong. I didn’t mean to imply that you are not good enough because you are great and— and I love our Friday nights together. Look, I’ll call Vickie tonight and I’ll tell her that something came up and then we can watch a movie together and we can just forget any of this ever happened.”

Nancy wanted to kiss Robin. She took a step back as the thought popped into her head. It hadn’t crossed her mind before. She wasn’t even supposed to want to kiss Robin because Robin had a girlfriend. And because Nancy was straight, of course. Why hadn’t that come to mind?

“Oh fuck.”

“What?” Robin asked, her eyes wide.

“I have to— I have to go.” Nancy started walking back, wincing with every step she took. Whether it was because of her injured ankle or because Robin was shouting her name behind her, she wasn’t sure.

—

Nancy punched her ice cream with her spoon. She had never understood why broken hearted girls always wanted ice cream. But being one of those broken hearted girls changed her perspective. Not that it was really mending anything. In fact whenever she looked at the tub filled with frozen sweetness she could only think of Robin standing there in the lighting of the Starcourt mall in that stupidly cute sailor outfit.

She felt truly pathetic when a lonesome tear mixed in with her ice cream as she pushed the spoon in her mouth. When did she get so hung up on her own love life? She hadn’t cried after her break up with Steve. Hadn’t even shed a tear for Jonathan when he told her they couldn’t go on like this.

But apparently just knowing that Robin was out with some other girl was enough to open the floodgates that had been bolted shut before.

She hated herself for feeling like this and she hated herself for hating Vickie. Robin deserved happiness and if Vickie made her happy that should be enough for Nancy. But it wasn’t and it never would be. Because Nancy was selfish and Nancy was envious. She had always been like this. She had always wanted what she couldn’t have and then she’d fight her way to have it anyway.

She wondered if she could get what she wanted. If maybe she could get Robin to break Vickie’s heart and choose her instead. But even if she could, she wasn’t that cruel.

“Nancy! There is someone at the door!” Mike yelled from across the hall.

“Why don’t you get it?”

“I’m busy!”

“So am I!”

“Well I’m not going to get it.”

Nancy sighed. Her bare feet sunk in the carpeted floor. She was still holding the ice cream as she descended the stairs and walked up to the front door. If this was another one of those pamphlet assholes who were trying to get her to go back to church she would throw the door back in their face.

But it wasn’t.

“Hi, Nance. I was beginning to worry you weren’t going to open this door. I mean Steve told me to climb up to your window but we both know I’m too clumsy for that. I wouldn’t want to fall down and break my spine or anything. Anyway, it’s Friday night and I thought we could watch a movie together, like we usually do. I brought popcorn.” Robin held up a plastic bag.

“I— Uhm, I thought you were going out with Vickie?”

“Things between me and Vickie aren’t going to work out actually.”

“Why not? What happened?” Finally, Nancy moved out of the way to let Robin inside.

“I just—” Robin walked past Nancy. “I was telling her about the fight we had the other day and how I was worried that I had ruined our friendship or something and she— She just said some stuff that changed my opinion of her.”

“What did she say?” Nancy followed the other girl into the living room.

“She said I shouldn’t care too much about your opinion because you were a priss.”

Nancy bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling. “According to Steve, you called me a priss once upon a time.”

“That was— I— it was different. This is a very different context.”

Nancy hummed and nodded. She wanted to come up with a comeback, to tease her friend even more, but her heart was swelling in her chest and that was enough to quiet her.

“So, movie?” Robin asked with a hesitant smile. Maybe she was scared that Nancy was upset with her or maybe she was hiding something.

“Yes, of course. I’ll make the popcorn and you can go to the basement and pick a movie. We don’t have a lot to offer but some of Mike’s are still down there.” Nancy grabbed the popcorn out of Robin’s hands and walked into the kitchen.

She disposed of the ice cream by pushing it back into the freezer and went to work on the microwave. Her fingers were shaking as she grabbed a bowl. Her whole body was buzzing with the need to be near Robin again. Now that she was able to give a meaning to the feeling, it made her feel like a young school girl again. It made her feel like the version of herself from before Upside Down monsters. It felt nice.

Robin was sitting on the couch with her hands in her lap when Nancy reached her. “What did you pick?” Nancy asked, placing the bowl on the table in front of them and taking a seat next to Robin.

“Your brother doesn’t own a lot of movies but I found a copy of Little Shop of Horrors and that seemed to be the best option. Is that okay?”

“Of course.”

A silence fell over them. Nancy waiting patiently for Robin to turn on the movie, as she always did, while Robin just tapped her thigh.

“Should I?” Nancy pointed at the TV.

“Uhm, yeah, sure.”

“Are you okay?”

Robin nodded her head.

“Are you sure?”

“I guess I’m just worried you’re upset with me.”

“Why would you think I’m upset with you?”

Robin’s face contorted in a pained expression. “It’s stupid really but usually you— uhm. Usually you sit closer.”

“Would you like for me to sit closer?”

“Yes,” Robin replied, sounding slightly breathless.

Nancy shuffled closer, pressing her thigh against Robin’s like she usually did. A habit that first formed when Steve and Jonathan still joined in on their movie nights.

“Uhm— maybe a little bit closer?” Robin whispered.

Nancy’s heart rate sped up as she pushed her body even closer to Robin’s. The touch points heating up Nancy’s skin.

“Like this?” Nancy asked, her voice breaking on the second word.

“Yeah but uhm— could you get a tiny bit closer?”

“Robin, if I get any closer I’ll be sitting on top of you.” Nancy laughed it off as best as she could. She noticed how Robin was holding her breath.

“Yeah.” The girl nodded her head.

“Robin, do you like me?” The question slipped out.

“Of course I like you. We’re friends,” Robin laughed.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Nance, I wouldn’t ruin—“

“Because I like you. You know, like that.” It was terrifying to speak those words. All of the possibilities laying right there in the open.

“You do?” Robin’s head turned so fast Nancy worried the girl got whiplash.

“I do.”

“I do too.”

“You do?” It was too good to be true. It was way too good to be true. Robin liked her back.

“I do,” Robin admitted.

Nancy had wanted to do this right. She had wanted to take her time, perhaps even ask for permission before she went for it. But her heart was beating heavily and her mind was clouded, conjuring up nothing beside that one word. That one name. Robin. Robin. Robin.

She dove in, connecting her lips with those of the girl she was falling for. It was hard and passionate and clumsy. But Robin kissed back. And Robin placed her hands carefully on Nancy’s waist. And Robin pulled her closer, on top of her.

All of Nancy’s senses were filled with Robin as they kissed and kissed and kissed. The movie long forgotten.

They’d have time to watch the movie later. They’d have time to sit on that couch with their thighs pressed together, eating popcorn and continuously sliding their hands together with sneaky smiles on their faces.

But for now Nancy wanted to lose herself in the girl that had brought her back to life.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #ronance fic #nancy x robin #ficlet

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just saw the last post and it made me very sensitive idk why but can you please write something like yn giving comfort/ emotional support for the knb boys (you pick) seeing those babies being comforted by their so is such a cute trope: (

GOM + Kagami - Getting comforted by s/o after a loss

Akashi

It was quiet in the locker room now. Everyone had left, and even the few stragglers of spectators who were in the stands were making their way home. Everyone except Akashi.

You waited patiently for him to come out. Knowing this was a difficult time for him, even if he had been an exemplary sport after his loss, he was probably feeling a lot of emotions he’d never felt before. You wanted to be there for him.

“[Y/N]? What are you still doing here?”

You looked up as Akashi suddenly appeared. Showered. Dressed. And out of his uniform. He looked like he did almost every other day you’d seen him. “I wanted to wait for you.”

He gave a soft smile and shrugged his bag up. “Thank you [Y/N]. I appreciate it. Really though, I’m fine. I didn’t think I would feel this way but…it’s a new experience. A new opportunity for learning.”

You offer him a soft smile back. Still in awe at how well Akashi was taking his first ever loss.

The two of you walk out of the stadium, where everyone had cleared out of now, as it started to rain. “Oh dear. That’s not good.”

“Must be a sign.”

“You certainly can’t walk to the station like this. Let me call a car and they can drop you off before they take me to the hotel.”

“Thank you Akashi-kun.” You tell him. Genuinely thankful that you wouldn’t have to walk in the rain as he pulled out his phone.

He unlocked the screen but then just held his phone there for a long moment. A blank, sort of wide eye stare illuminated by the screen. “….Akashi-kun?”

“I can’t call him.” You blinked at Akashi. Not sure what he was talking about. “I can’t call my father.”

You realize that his hand holding the phone was starting to shake. The pink cloud of his sportsmanship suddenly breaking away to dark clouds of doubt. He’d have to tell his father he lost. He’d have to tell his father than he failed.

Stepping forward you quickly wrap your arms around Akashi and hold him tight. The phone dropped from his hand with a clatter as he clung to you back. Drowned out by the sudden downpour that opened up from the sky. They could call for a car, or a cab, or his father later. They didn’t have to do that all right now.

Aomine

You sat in the waiting room, listening to the vague sounds of local TV news as you scrolled through your phone. Looking up once more to check the clock.

You knew that Aomine’s appointment was going to take a while, but you didn’t think this long. You were tempted to ask the nurse again how long this was going to take but you’d already used up your 3 allotted asks, and she was giving you the stink eye every time you got up to get a drink or use the restroom.

The double doors slide open, and Aomine walked through. His hands stuffed in his pockets. His eyes trained on the linoleum.

“Hey. How did it go? Did you get everything squared away?” You asked. Trying to sound chipper despite having sat here for several mind-numbing hours. He didn’t answer, or look up at you, and just kept walking out the door. “Aomine? Hey, Aomine!”

You sprint up to him once out the door and grab his arm. He jerked away roughly and kept walking. “Hey. What’s wrong. You asked me to come with you and drive you back home after your appointment, and now you’re blowing me off.”

“I wanna walk.”

“Walk? Aomine we’re not even in the same district as your apartment. Aomine….Aomine stop. Will you talk to me?”

He made it to the end of the block with you following him. This dazed look in his eyes like he was thinking about just walking into traffic. “My knee is shot.” He told you. “Doc said even with surgery & PT they can’t fix it.” The realization suddenly hit you before he even said it. “I can’t play basketball anymore.”

Your hand covered your mouth and you felt tears well up in your eyes. Basketball was everything to Aomine. If he couldn’t play, you didn’t know what he’d do with himself. “Aomine-kun…I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever. Had to end sometime.”

You were able to convenience him to go back to the car. He couldn’t walk home from here anyway. You made it about four turns from the hospital before Aomine suddenly curled up in the front seat and started to cry. Shock finally fading away and breaking open the dam inside him.

You immediately pulled the car over and turned on your hazards, before unbuckling your seat belt and draping yourself over him in a hug as best you could. “It’s gonna be ok Aomine.”

“What am I gonna do now?” He wailed.

You didn’t know the answer to that. But there had to be something he could do besides basketball. The two of you just had to figure it out.

Kise

“Ahhhh….[Y/N]cchi, I’m so nervous!”

“Why are you so nervous? Didn’t your manager say you were a shoo-in for this job?”

The two of you were on the way to a big model shoot in town. One for a national campaign, and one of Kise’s first. Up until now he had only been in local, albeit high profile, campaigns for his agency. This one would put his face all over Japan. His first real big break.

“They did, but it’s never done until it’s done. Ya know?”

“Just be confident!” You encouraged as you made your way up the stairs. “Once they see you, I’m sure they’ll book you right on the spot. You’re great Kise. Don’t you forget it.”

The blonde offered you a smile as you made your way further into the venue and on the shoot.

The two of you marveled at the size of it. National campaigns definitely had a lot more equipment and buy in than the local campaigns apparently.

You had just made your way past guest services when you saw Kise’s manager hurrying up to you. “Ah, manager-san. Hello! I hope I’m on time for the shoot.”

“Kise…there’s been a…slight change.”

You both look surprised as his manager explained that the campaign executives had decided to go a different direction. Something a little more edgy and dark. An aesthetic that Kise couldn’t fit into, in their opinion, so he had been cut.

“My sincerest apologies for not getting in touch with you before you arrived. I was just informed myself. Don’t worry, I’ll let them know that you still arrived and see to it that they pay for your time. This might not have worked out this time, but your promptness and team effort will really make headway on the next one.”

“Oh yes…of course.” Kise replied in his pseudo-positive attitude. Meanwhile the hand holding yours was gripping it very tight. “Please let them know that I appreciate their consideration. And that I look forward to hopefully working together on the next one.”

The two men bow, and you make your way back to the elevator. “I’m so sorry Kise.”

“I didn’t even get my foot in the door.” He replied. Finally revealing how crestfallen he was now that the doors were closed and you were alone. “Literally. They didn’t even let me in the door.”

He laughed once, but it quickly turned into a gulped sob he was trying to hold back. To which you quickly scoop him up in your arms for a hug. “Don’t let those jerks see you cry.”

“No. No. Of course not.” He agreed. Wiping his face and smiling again just as the doors opened. “Hey, there’s always an opportunity for me to become and actor, eh?”

Midorima

Today was the day. The test scores were out.

Shutoku continued with the, what you considered, barbaric tradition of posting everyone’s test scores out in the open for all to see. For people to judge and, in some cases, openly mock their classmates for their academic achievements.

You found your score very quickly. A respectable middle of the pack.

You then looked for Midorima’s score on the front run sheet and felt your gut drop when he didn’t break top 3. He was going to be crushed.

Scanning the crowd, you spot the green haired mop of Midorima’s head walking away and chase after him. “Midorima-kun!” He stopped and turned to face you. “Are you ok?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Well I….I know you were hoping to get top 3 on the exams. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.”

“I’m not that fragile.” He said in a gruff tone as he hiked his bag higher. “I’ll just have to try harder next time.”

“I suppose that’s a good attitude.” You add as you follow along with him. “I know you worked hard this time too.”

“Man proposes, God disposes.”

You sigh as you hear Midorima’s motto. You knew he was trying to be practical about this, but you knew he was disappointed.

Stepping forward a couple paces, you turn and wrap your arms around his chest. Giving him a big hug. “You did a good job Midorima-kun.”

You felt him tense for a moment. Then relax. Then a hand came up to softly land on your shoulder. “Thank you [Y/N].”

Releasing him, you smile up at Midorima. “Do you want me to help you study for the next one?”

“That would be nice. Thank you.”

Mursakibara

It was usually quite around this time at school. Most clubs and activities had ended for the day, with everyone heading him. You had just finished up your club and were waiting for Murasakibara to finish up with his practice.

You waited and waited until you saw him. Shuffling out into the hall with a much slower gait than usual. “Murasaki-kun? Is everything ok?”

“No.” He replied quickly. “Muro-chin is mad at me.”

“Mad at you?” That was unusual. “Why is he mad at you?” The purple haired giant shrugged. “Are you sure he’s mad then?”

“Yes.” He answered, again quickly. “He yelled at me and called me stupid.”

Your eyes widen in alarm. That was very unlike Himuro, who was usually so patient with his teammate. “I’m…sorry that happened Murasaki-kun. Maybe he’s just going through a lot right now.”

“I don’t care.” He seemed to really mean it. “He shouldn’t have yelled at me. I’m not stupid.”

You could see that that really bothered him. People always assumed that because Murasakibara was a little childish and lazy, that he was stupid. He wasn’t. Usually he didn’t care too much about what people thought of him, but he respected Himuro and his opinion. And for him to call him stupid really hurt his feelings.

“I’m sorry Murasaki-kun. I’m sure he didn’t mean it. He’ll apologize.”

“I’m not stupid.”

Stepping forward, you wrap your arms around Murasakibara’s waist after he repeated the insult. Clearly very hurt. Squeezing him tight you told him, “I know you’re not,” and just held on to him for a while. His attitude seemed to improve a little after the hug and you told him, “let’s stop by the parfait shop on the way home. My treat.”

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