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infernal-fire · 3 years

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TAU (1/2)

Summary: Steve Rogers traps you inside his mansion. Your only means of escape? The naïve A.I., Bucky, that is designed to kill you if you ever step out of line.

Pairings: Dark!CEO!Steve x reader, A.I!Bucky x reader, Bucky x reader

This is part of a series of works (not interconnected). I highly suggest you read the description of the series master list to better understand the premise of this story.

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, mention of sedative, technical Lima syndrome, psychological abuse, violence, blood, character deaths, injuries, mention of depression, suicide & poverty

The chair was on the brink of collapsing, yet Martha folded her arms and leaned back into it anyway. You internally grimaced, waiting for her to fall flat on her ass or give you the bad news. It had to be bad news. You had done this enough times to know that she periodically bounced her right leg only when there was bad news. These days, that was often.

You huffed once, loud enough for her to hear, hoping to hint that you were hanging by the threads of your patience. She took the hint, finally throwing open the drawer in front of you with excessive force. Pens rolled and a notebook slid towards her amid the force. Again, another piece of furniture that was ready to give in. For someone as stingy as her, you aren’t surprised that it hasn’t been replaced - just wondering why she’s treating it like it won’t disintegrate any second now.

Martha’s plump fingers slapped a couple of bills onto the table, her seedy eyes challenging you to pluck them from under her hand. You wrestled the bills out of from under her palm and diligently counted them, only to shake your head defeatedly.

“That’s it?” you snarled.

“Steal better shit next time,” she replied, shrugging.

You slowly sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, refusing to open your eyes and face her.

“I really need the money.”

When you open your eyes again, it’s because you hear the roll of her weathered chair. Now standing full height, the middle-aged woman shook her head softly, a hint of a smirk playing out on her lips.

“Like I said; steal better shit.” She turned to leave before facing you again. “You could always come and work with our girls.”

She glanced through the door that was cracked open, eyes resting on the table situated in the corner of the adjacent room. Around it, a group of girls set down cards while pushing poker chips around.

“Sell my body? I’d rather die,” you scoffed.

“Suit yourself. Now, get out.”

“Was planning to.” You flipped her the bird, knowing that she was watching you leave.

“Real classy,” she called after you. “You gotta come back here for your next week’s dinner, you whore!”

“That’s all you,” you smiled at her before slamming the door closed on your way out. Oh, the satisfaction of pissing someone off; unparalleled.

Placing your measly wage into a makeshift purse, you made your way back home. You hugged your frame tightly, keeping your head down and pacing through the dilapidated neighbourhood.

Once upon a time, when you were new to the shadier areas of town, you affirmed to yourself every day that this situation was temporary. The hope for a better job, better apartment and better tomorrow kept you going for a long time. Deep down though, you knew it wasn’t temporary, and now you were being proven right every day. What was keeping you going these days? Multiple times, you delayed the contemplation of that question, knowing that if you thought about it… well, it’s better to not go there.

You were careful to double-check the lock on your door and windows when you stepped into the cramped shower. Today, you thanked God for hot water, even though you were sure he didn’t exist. Mind empty like a brand new chalkboard, you shuffled around your one-room housing and put together something edible to appease the churning stomach.

Your ear perked up at what sounded like the creaking of the fourth floorboard from your bed. You locked the door. You were sure of it.

Still, you peeked over the short dividing wall that hid the view of your bed from the kitchen. Nothing. You shook your head at your paranoia and turned back to get to the less-than-appetizing meal waiting for you.

Steve jammed the needle into your neck, expecting you to fall back into his arms. Instead, your forehead hits the edge of your counter and you slump onto the floor. Your eyes shutting down and head throbbing, you reach out to feel your attacker and touch Steve with saucy fingers. He groans in annoyance as he picks up your whimpering form.

Thump, thump, thump.

The nightclubs you frequent were full of snobby, rich kids who didn’t know the value of wealth. You stole to survive. They could survive without their wristwatch for one night.

Thump, thump, thump.

Music turned the speakers inside out, deafening those closest to it, but the youth are resilient to damage in any form. For you, though, it was too loud; too much. It wasn’t uncommon of you to walk away from the scene with a pounding head.

Thump, thump, thump.

The inside of your head resembled the thumping of club speakers. Jaw slack and eyes foggy, you tried to rub your temples. But your arms wouldn’t move.

Sitting up the best you could, you looked down at your hands to see them bound by zip ties, sitting on your lap. It was joke-worthy how your captor thought they could bind you with zip ties, of all things. He would have to do better than this.

You tugged on the end of the tie using teeth and tightened it some more before huddling your knees up to your chest. Bringing your hands down as hard as you can against your kneecap, you awaited the snapping sound of the zip tie. Nothing came. You look at your hands again, realizing that they were still bound.

“Don’t do that,” a voice piped up from the dark corner of the room. Startled, you look to the source of the voice but no light fell in that direction. For the first time, you took in your surroundings: half of the room was divided by a set of bars. The other side had large machinery with wires running towards the jail section. As you trailed your eyes across the wires, you noticed a closed door.

At least you knew it was possible to escape now.

Quickly turning to the place the voice came from, you scooted backwards some more and anticipated the arrival of your captor.

A woman crawled forward slowly with bounded legs and arms like yours.

Seeing that it was just another prisoner, you tightened the strap of your zip tie again and tried breaking it one more time. It snapped. Rubbing your wrists where they were bound, you got straight to undoing the bind on your legs. Beside you, the girl moved closer and repeatedly begged you not to free yourself.

“Shut up, Brit,” you mumbled, referring to her accent.

The bind on your legs gave away and you stood up and stretched. Tentatively stalking around the cell, you noticed the toilet and sink. Why would he have those amenities in here if you were tied up anyway? When you went to touch the bars separating the room, the girl cried out again.

“Stop! Don’t!”

You rolled your eyes and touched it anyway. Electricity surged through you and you yelped, pulling back immediately.

“Could’ve told me it was an electric gate,” you snapped.

“Don’t try to escape.”

You looked at her incredulously. “And sit here like ducks, waiting for him to kill us?”

“Someone will find us!” she pleaded.

“Look at me! Look at you! No one is looking for us. The police won’t blink twice if people like us are gone. And he knows that.” You eyed the door that was inside your cell and looked to the other one outside the bars.

“Do you want me to remove your binds or not?”

The girl sheepishly looked down before sticking her arms out for you.

“My name is Peggy,” she offered as she stood up. She held your arm for support when blood rushed to her head. You shot her a withering look in response and she took her hand off.

“I don’t think we can leave. He can probably hurt us with these implants.” Peggy pulled her hair to one side and showed you the nape of her neck. A glowing red triangle shone from under her skin.

Your eyes widened, immediately reached for the back of your head. You felt around and touched the area that stung a little when you touched it. You compulsively hissed, realizing that your implant was fresh and the skin around it had not healed yet.

“Has he done anything to you using the implant?” you held and shook Peggy’s shoulders while you questioned.

“No, no, but he said it collects brain data and that it was connected to my spinal column, so I shouldn’t try anything.”

“He spoke to you?”

“Once. It’s Steve Rogers, the inventor guy on the cover of all the Forbes magazines.”

“Brain data,” you silently repeated as you look to the other side of the cell again.

“I have an idea. Rip your clothes like this,” you demonstrated.

Using the rags ripped off from both of your prisoner uniforms, the pair of you created a long rope-like contraption with a loop on the end. You stuck your hand through the gaps in the cell and tried to fling the loop to a nook in the machinery. Failing hurt, your arm accidentally brushing against the metal once or twice before the loop finally caught onto a crevice.

“That’s the wrong part,” your fellow inmate breathed.

“Yeah, but that’ll work too.” You pulled as hard as you could and a section of the machine broke off, sparks flying from the source. It crackled and caught on fire.

Peggy was pulling the cell door open, grunting as she tried her best. It gave way and you both looked at each other briefly before dashing out of the room. The jail room went up in flames behind you. Peggy looked over her shoulder, but you yanked her arm, signalling her to keep running.

You flew up stairs and through doors, finally making your way into a clearing. Peggy rushed to what seemed to be the entrance door and frantically banged on it.

“HELP!”

“That’s not gonna work!” you rushed to the door and inspected the lock. On the right side, there was a screen that displayed a handprint.

Do not try to escape. Only Steven can leave the premises.

“What?” you whispered. The new voice was coming from all around you, seemingly through fixtures in the ceiling and walls, but you couldn’t be sure. The situation was tense and you were scared the whole house was going to burn down.

Before you could catch her, Peggy planted her hand on the screen which scanned and turned red. Suddenly, all the lights emanated red, accompanying a booming alarm that blared through the house.

In the distance, what you assumed was a statuesque décor piece, came to life. It reminded you of the spiders from the Maze Runner. A motorized killing machine. It stalked towards Peggy and you with pincers appearing from its side.

Screaming, Peggy ran. So did you, but you weren’t sure if you were screaming. You couldn’t hear through the noise your friend was making on top of the deafening alarm.

The spider machine stuck out its knife-like hands, trying to stab you. As you ran into another room, you frantically searched for an exit. Right now, your priority was to survive this thing.

You pulled open a cupboard in what appeared to be the study and instructed Peggy to climb in. The monster was coming. There wasn’t much time to hide.

You shut the closet door and hid behind a lounging chair in the corner.

The machine came in and scanned the room, looking for your heat signatures. It could see Peggy.

The cupboard door flung open and Peggy shrieked, crawling out of it in attempts to move out of the line of attack. She took 4 steps on her knees and looked straight into your eyes.

“HELP ME-”

You screamed when she was dragged back towards the machine. You couldn’t save her anymore. You mobilized and ran back to the living room area, not even turning back to address blood that splattered across your back. It wasn’t in your best interest to find out how she was killed.

“Aries!”

Frozen in fear, you look to your right to see the entrance door open. There stood your captor, staring at the machine that was now hovering over you.

“Stop,” he muttered and set down his briefcase.

Aries retracted its pincers, making its way back to the little pedestal it was perched on before. It powered down just as the CEO stepped into the house and glared at you.

For a split second, the doors were open, and you considered tackling past him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

You collapsed onto the floor where you were already lying down. Getting out was going to be a lot harder than you anticipated.

Your hands were bound again, but this time, behind you. You were seated on a pedestal like the one Aries was on, except this one had an ugly glass décor piece that extended to the ceiling. You tugged on the bonds, hoping for some leeway, but Rogers had learned his lesson.

You shook your head side to side, trying to get pieces of hair and blood off your face. Eventually, you had to give up, slumping into the post your arms were tied to.

“You cost me 7 million dollars worth of tech,” Steve’s voice sounded from another room.

“If you let me go, I swear on my life I won’t tell anyone. They won’t believe me anyway.”

He appeared in front of you and placed both hands on either side of your thighs.

“Things will work out for you, if you just… shut up.”

You exhaled and turned your face to the right, hoping he’d stop invading your personal space.

“Just… please, untie me.”

He stood back and considered your request before rounding the side of the pedestal and untying you.

“Bucky?”

Yes, Steve.

“Activate Aries if she moves a single inch from her spot.” He eyed you at the end of his command and sauntered away to god-knows-where.

You hoped it wouldn’t be pushing your luck to stand up and stretch, so you did. You mentally considered the various stretches you did as a child, during gymnastics. It had been years since you recalled those, so you did them to the best of your ability. It’s funny how life works. One day you were among a row of girls, learning how to do a cartwheel and before you know it, you’re in a psycho’s mansion as a lab experiment.

About 30 feet away from this pedestal was Aries.

Cautiously, you took a few steps away from your place. No reaction from Aries. That meant ‘Bucky’ and Aries weren’t the same thing. You could also deduce from Steve’s command, Bucky was capable of conversing.

Do not take another step forward, Subject 10. I have been told to inflict pain if you move from your position.

You took another step anyway, wondering how much you could test the limits of this A.I.

Do not take another step forward, Subject 10. I have been told to inflict pain if you move from your position.

You considered making a run for it but reconsidered. Aries would activate in less than 5 seconds and Steve was still in the house somewhere. You needed to play this better. Besides, you didn’t even have an exit point.

You went back to your pedestal and sat down, drawing patterns on the ground with your feet. It would help to know the time or date. A part of you wondered if anyone was looking for you, but you yourself had answered that question long ago. No one looks for people like you or me.

It could’ve been hours or minutes, but finally, Steve called you into a different room. You observed your environment as you stalked towards the kitchen area where the inventor was seated.

“Sit,” he motioned at the chair that was on the other end of the table.

As soon as you sat, tiny robots flew to your seat and placed food in front of you. It was some sort of soup with a side of bread, the only utensil he gave you being a spoon. Smart bastard.

You wanted to hold off on the food; you really did. But you didn’t even get to eat the sandwich that you were putting together before the kidnapping. So you began devouring the meal, ignoring his pointed stare at your lack of table manners. It was only when you were halfway through the meal did you realize that the food may be drugged. Too late now.

“You killed my only other test subject and rendered her data useless.”

“I didn’t kill her.”

Steve dropped his steak knife and fork, shooting daggers into your eyes.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he began. Clasping his hands together, he leaned forward, supporting his weight on his elbows. You could tell by the way he talked that he was used to getting what he wanted. He relished in it.

“Every day, for the next two weeks, I’m going to leave for work. And every day, you’re going to complete the puzzles and tasks that Bucky tells you to do.”

“And if I don’t?”

“It won’t take me more than 10 minutes to kill you, clean up the mess and dispose of your body.”

“If you could kill me, you probably would’ve. I know you considered it,” you remarked, leaning back into your chair and folding your arms.

“Now, why would I waste a perfectly good test subject?” It was his turn to mimic your body language.

“If you want me to do what you need me to do, I need three things,” you announced.

“It’s funny how you think you have any leverage in this situation.”

You kept your face stoic, trying to prove that you were serious about the negotiations. If he didn’t allow you these requests, you would never escape.

“Okay, go on,” he said, clearly amused.

“I need clothes. Regular clothes, not prisoner uniforms. I need to shower. And I need proper food, like what you’re eating.”

“That’s quite the list.” he laughed. Abruptly, his features turned serious. “I hope you know that you don’t hold any cards against me right now, and if I allow any of those things, it’s out of the kindness of my heart.”

It was your turn to laugh. “The kindness of your heart,” you wheezed between laughs. “Sure, okay. Yeah.”

He swallowed the last piece of his meal and gestured towards the sofas.

“Bucky will be guarding you throughout the night. Don’t think of trying anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you beamed at his sour expression right before leaving the table.

Masterlist

#dark! steve rogers #dark mcu #Dark Fic #dark marvel #dark!steve #dark!steve x you #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes #bucky fic #dark!bucky #dark!bucky x you #dark!bucky x y/n

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80s4life · 3 years

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The Thought Of Losing You

Word Count: 2,507

Status: Not Requested!

Fandom: Lethal Weapon 1987 {1}

A/N: This follows sort of around the ending of the first Lethal Weapon film where both Riggs, Murtaugh, and Rianne were being tortured in separate ways. I know it sounds brutal, but trust me, it isn't that bad. AND! Happy ending! (Spent all night on this!)

Relationship: Martin Riggs x Reader

Summary: When a team is formed, Roger Murtaugh and Martin Riggs are solidified together once Y/N is added to the mix, squeezing in perfectly. Although very fiery and stubborn at heart, childish games and teasing became common place for sergeant Y/N and Martin, unable to let the other out-trash their own trash talk. But, when there is a complication during the final breakthrough of the whereabouts of the heroin-trafficking cartel, Y/N is separated from the duo. Only coming together when a kidnapping sends her in a desperate spiral trying to save the people she loves, especially Riggs.

Warnings: violent themes, kidnap, manipulation, torture, violence, language, attempted!self-surrender/suicide, 18+ audience suggested, read at own risk

Masterlist Lethal Weapon Masterlist

Prompts: #67, #68, #100 (from this list @palettes-and-prompts) & #6, #8, #17 (from this list @waiting-for-motivation)

{I do not own any of the prompts, credits to original owners above, nor do I own the gif below -> @leofromthedark}

Strolling around to the back of the supposed drug dealer's extravagant condo, Murtaugh, Riggs, and I engage in light conversation, silently noting and observing our surroundings. Stopping just near the edge of the rather expensive-looking below ground pool, Murtaugh and Riggs catch sight of two brunette women inside. Rolling my eyes, I expect Riggs to do something flirtatious, a painstakingly common reaction to almost every woman he lays eyes on. Every woman... except me. Yet, I pay no mind, Riggs' crazy nature probably too much for me to handle anyway.

Murtaugh flashes his gun, indicating to the women that he is armed. In a flash of a second, just merely after he had shown his weapon, the women duck and run from within the glass-paned wall, just in time for a man to blast a shot from behind. More specifically, the source being a shed occupying the space on the opposite side of the pool we resided on, destroying bits of its siding from the sheer distance and voracity of his attempt of subduing at least one of us.

But, we came prepared, although we were slightly taken aback, Murtaugh's swift abilities with a gun coming in handy as he lands on the drug dealer's right knee, lower thigh area. Splitting off, Murtaugh and I take either end of the pool's side, desperately trying to corral the person of interest. All the while as Riggs takes the women from in the house outside and to the nearest tree, in case of them being suspects as well, handcuffing their wrists together around the tree.

Once the task is done, Riggs hurries over to our aid, following our one, sole purpose: keeping the suspect alive for questioning.

Coming around the perimeter of the pool, Murtaugh reminds Riggs of this rule, replaying it to refresh his sometimes questionable mind. This, however, does not work in our favor as the man pulls yet another gun, this time a pistol, as Riggs had went to pull the man up.

"He's got a gun!" I scream, yet it's all in vain, as Riggs tries to act just as fast as his reflexes would've allowed, lifting the man's aimed arm as the trigger was pulled.

Yelping in surprise, I clench my teeth as the copper red liquid instantly encompasses the injured area, jerking as far away from the incident as possible.

"Y/N!" Murtaugh yells, instantly coming to my side as I go crashing to the concrete floor, catching my head and my left side as I now slowly lean into the ground below me, clutching the stinging injury to the right of my abdomen.

As Murtaugh had come to my side, Riggs took care of the suspect, unfortunately not being able to accomplish our sole purpose of being here, but overall getting rid of the threat.

"Cocksucker," he all but grunts, as he makes sure to shoot the man once more, pissed at the fact that I had gotten shot, although that fact being unbeknownst to me. "I'll call the ambulance," he all put spits out some time later, not making any attempt to check on my well being nor even making eye contact, stalking back through the side gate we had entered through.

//Some time later//

Now nestled safely and securely, I lay within the gloomy walls of the hospital, hooked up with some anesthetics and monitors, all for separate purposes. The stitches surely going to leave an awesome scar, only adding to my aggravation and exhaustion as the day finally settles and the slightest of movements constantly sending sharp pains within my whole body.

The doctors, coming in every so often, had reassured me of a discharge after the course of at least 2-4 days, only needing to ensure the proper sanitary measures are used and stitches being durable and strong without issues or tears.

Staring off at one of the four blank and colorless walls, in a daze, my ears perk up at the sound of a knock on my door, followed by Roger and Martin entering the room.

Handing me a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, I smile at Roger as he pulls a chair beside my bed, asking, "How ya' feeling, Shortie? How're they treatin' ya' here?"

Giggling at the nickname, I respond with an, "I'm doing just as good as I can I guess. It's not so bad here either. The nurses are nice, although they're all pitiful glances and meek gestures, coming in and out as quickly as possible. I guess bullet wounds aren't their preferred cases?" I joke lightly, trying to lighten the tension in the room.

Roger catches on instantly, having caught wind on Martin's rather uncharacteristically quiet sulking in the far corner of the room. Turning to look at him briefly, he all but shrugs at me as he comes up with no response or solution to his partner's unknown issue.

Checking the time, I make up an excuse, assuming Riggs just didn't want to be here maybe? "Damn, look at the time...It's almost 9 pm guys, don't wanna be late for Trish's cooking do ya'?"

"Shit, really? Come on Riggs, you know the ass whoopin' I'm gonna get? Let's go, minus well feed you too, huh?" Murtaugh says, getting his coat and squeezing my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic look that I swipe away quickly. Riggs just gets up, side-eyeing me once quickly, but above all, ignores my presence and leaves the room. With one final look from Rog, he shuts the door, leaving me to my boredom for the remainder of my stay.

//Some time later//

Having been discharged, Roger had caught me up on the recent news, and how they had left to finish the job a day before I had gotten out of the hospital, that being yesterday evening, and it now being a full 24 hours of no communication from them.

This had struck me as odd, given that they were very advanced in their fields. Finding the whereabouts was the last big hump of every mission, the rest supposedly coming easy. This had all changed as soon as I had stepped foot onto my front porch, a not left hanging slightly within the pocket of my mailbox.

The words shocking me to the core;

"Come to xxxxxxxxxx if you want to save your partners. 8 o'clock. Sharp."

Rushing to my car, I waste no time, pulling out of the driveway and to the given destination, the time being almost too close to the deadline as I preferred it to be.

Once outside of the destination, an old, run-down warehouse stands gloomily in front of me as I slip my gun into the waistband of my jeans. Another, tucked against my ankle within my boots.

I move quietly, staying alert as I enter the warehouse quietly, instantly hit with the cries of what could only belong to Riggs, my heart wrenching. A new feeling that I instantly push aside. Following the pained screams, inching closer to the source, I catch wind of yet another's set of booming cries as well, recognizing it as Murtaugh.

With this new set of knowledge, my heart does another painful flip, as the sheer terror now courses through my veins as if it was my blood. They were the toughest men I had ever known. At least that is how I had always felt, how I feel right now, but with their pained screams, it makes me feel utterly hopeless.

Drawing my gun, I aim it before me, right beside the wall I hide on, lining it up around the corner, my full intention at being able to at least shoot down one of the three men guarding one of my teammates; their identity unknown to me at the moment with the unfortunate dimness.

Taking the shot, I hit one man, the two now swinging to guard the area, looking my direction. The man held captured, Riggs, tied to the ceiling, consistently doused in water, making the homemade shock therapy increasingly unbearable with multiple relentless blows.

"Come out now, Little Rabbit, or I pull the trigger," a booming voice commands, me now peeking out from the corner to see none other than Mr. Joshua, the man we've been after, pressing a firm gun to Riggs' limp form.

Coming out from my hiding space, Joshua motions for his goons to grab me, now taking Riggs off the hook, and into another room. The room we are led to happens to be the room Murtaugh is in, his daughter beside him, both incarcerated and handcuffed. Moving Riggs to the chair beside the pair, he is tied down just as I am, the four of us now completely helpless.

Mr. Joshua, confident and prideful of his work, moves Riggs to the center of the room, starting his interrogation, answering with beatings and threats here and there. The cause: the information given by Hunsaker on his heroin-trafficking cartel.

Just as Joshua leaves yet another powerful blow, Riggs' strength starts to run low, just watching him making me squirm in my chair, wanting nothing but to take him in my arms and drag him as far away from here as possible.

"If you have to kill one of us, kill me. Take me instead, please? Just stop! Stop all of this now," I say breathlessly, doing anything in my will to get their hands off of Riggs.

"What would I want with someone as pathetic as you?" Mr. Joshua answers bitterly.

"Information. That's all you want right? You just want details about the business, you went through all this trouble, and for what? Just to kill us in the end? I know your type. You can't get off without getting what you want, and this would've all gone to waste without it," I respond, determined now.

"So, what do you want? To strike a deal?" I nod. "So, if I let them go, you'll give me what I want?" I nod again.

"Y/N no," Riggs says, now worried about what you're going up against.

"Shut it," Joshua states strictly.

"Y/N, listen to Riggs! You can't do this!" Murtaugh adds, now borderline terrified as everyone in this room is filled with the most important people in his life, all threatened with the only thing that could take them all away: death.

"SHUT IT!" Joshua all but screams now. "Fine. I'll take you up on your little deal. However, you fuck with me, I'm killing them."

"I don't agree with you unless you cut them loose right now, and I am assured that they are out of this building," I say confidently, yet shaking with fear.

He nods his agreement, showing a security camera view from one of his computers, watching as Rianne, Roger, and Martin are all led back outside, handcuffs removed, and all moved into my car, them pulling away from the warehouse.

Pulling the computer's view away from me now, he turns to me sharply, my gaze turning upward as my arms are still strapped behind my back, behind the chair. "Now," he starts, the voice strict like a parent beginning to question a toddler, "The information. What did Hunsaker tell you?"

Taking a breath in through my nose, I exhale through my mouth as I ponder my response, "Just as much as he's told you."

With this, Mr. Joshua lets out a scream, landing a punch to the jaw, my body leaning in on the stitches. Taking notice to my sharp intake of breath from the movement, Joshua uses that to his advantage, grabbing a knife, lifting my shirt, and pressing the cool metal along the line of handiwork. The only thing keeping my skin together at the moment.

"Let's try this again, what information did you receive from Hunsaker?"

"I told you. I. Don't. Know."

"Bullshit!" He digs into the skin, smirking at the cry of agony and shaking engulf my body.

"I-I don't know anymore than you do! Please! He was killed before we got anything from him!"

"Bullshit," he answers playfully now, dragging the blade of the knife wherever he pleases now, enjoying my pleads.

As he opens up my stitched bullet wound, he goes to start at another spot, the attempt being short-lived as a bullet wound of his own goes through his skull, the source standing in the doorway alongside Murtaugh with Rianne tucked under her father's arm.

Crying now, I sigh in relief as Riggs rushes to me, cutting me loose and lifting my limp body. Carrying me to the car, we make our way to the hospital once more.

During the wait and multiple switching of rooms, Riggs stays, waiting for me, only getting up once I emerge from the exit, patched up and clean. He smirks at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, leading me to Rog's car, taking us to the only place we find comfort; his house.

//Some time later//

Getting settled in at the Murtaugh residence, Riggs and I share Rianne's room, which was so generously offered as one of the youngest decide to have a sleepover with her.

Looking over at Riggs, he looks at me, covered in open cuts and bruises, dirt and grime, and, taking a first aid kit from Rianne's desk, I make it my priority to get them fixed up.

"What are you doing?" Riggs asks, tiredly amused.

"Taking care of you, it's the least I can do," I reply determined once again.

"Awww! Someone's got a little crush on me huh?"

"Hey! When I finish patching you up, I swear to God I'm gonna kick your ass for making me worry about you," I say jokingly. Riggs replying by grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer.

Locking eyes on one another now, I couldn't help but joke once more, adding a sly, "Is this the moment that we kiss?"

Giggling, he looks down, placing his head on my chest, murmuring, "I think I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do. I mean, I've been married before, and I- I lost her and I don't wanna lose you too- I couldn't live if you go too, I-"

Grabbing his chin, I tilt his head upwards to meet my gaze, "Look at me, Riggs. Look at me. I love you."

Eyes watering, he leans in for a kiss, my hands finding way to his hair, while his pull my hips into his lap, wrapping lightly around them. After leaning back for air, we giggle once more, leaning our foreheads against one another.

"I never want to ever feel the fear of the thought of losing you again, okay? So don't be a dumbass, Dumbass."

"Yeah, yeah," Riggs answers once more, leaning in for another kiss.

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lokilickedme · 3 years

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Somebody help me chill, this is insane.

(under the cut because long and also pretty traumatic, for me at least)

Crazy neighbor, remember her? Her son destroyed a piece of equipment we had attached to one of our trees at the fenceline last week, she denied it and called us insane liars - that’s the most recent craziness in the ongoing saga of the neighbor from hell. I was sitting here reading my dash tonight and happened to glance over at the monitor for the surveillance camera husband got me the other day to watch that exact spot (where the equipment was smashed) and guess who I see bent over looking through the fence peering very closely at that exact spot? Neighbor’s equally insane son, who we know did the actual dirty work. And I, stupid like I am, took a screenshot of him and then immediately jumped up and ran outside in the dark in my pajamas (nearly 9pm, pitch black, their porch light is off because obviously they’re doing something they don’t want to be seen doing) and I ask “Excuse me, what are you doing?”

This lunatic immediately starts SCREAMING at me - I mean top of his lungs SCREAMING abusive threats, calling me a stupid psycho whore bitch, yelling at me to get my ass back in my house and generally just acting completely off his rocker unhinged nuts - and then his mother comes out and comes over to the fence and gets in my face while I’m just standing there and tells me to mind my own business. I say I am minding my business, I saw him looking through the fence at my property right where we had vandalism happen last week so I came out to find out why he’s interested in my property. She laughed in my face and said “No he wasn’t, he was standing right here looking at his phone like this” and she does this little pantomine of someone looking at their phone, which is funny because she wasn’t out there when he was doing it and there are no windows on that side of her house at all. I ignored her and asked “What are you looking for?” He kept screaming incoherent animal noises and insults from behind her so I asked again, “What are you looking for?” And that crazy woman grinned at me and said “We’re just looking to see what kind of new devices you’ve installed!”

OMG. She didn’t even take a breath in between lying and then contradicting her own lie. And she’s grinning smugly at me the entire time, gesturing around pointing at our property cams and mosquito light (it flashes and apparently she thinks it’s watching her) and my bedroom window - which means she’s been snooping. There is a cam sitting in my windowsill, aimed at the spot where the device was smashed. Every bit of this equipment is on our property, some of it behind a privacy fence. I tell her it’s none of her business what kind of devices we’ve got on our property, but she just yammers over me, and of course numbskull is still ranting like a psycho behind her, screaming at me to mind my own business and get back in my house and leave them alone. At this point he’s pulled out his phone and shoved it over her shoulder toward my face and is recording me, which is just...fucking hilarious...because I’m literally doing nothing but standing there in shock and awe at how nuts these people are, and he’s still screaming abusive curses and names at me while he’s recording.

Anyway, for about 4.5 minutes we stood there with them shouting over me (I know the exact time because it was later discovered that our doorbell cam recorded audio of the entire event) and a little ways into it he screams “I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!”

At this point psycho woman finally turns around and says “Addison Case!” and pushes him back. He lunges at me and she tells him to go call the police (??what?? I mean...I wish he had...my phone was in my hand frozen solid, locked up because of the glitchy surveillance app I had to install to see the camera, or else I would have called them myself - but my god they really thought I was the one the cops needed to come for??). Meanwhile I’m just standing there on my own property in the dark in my pajamas, all 5 feet and 120 lbs of me, while this rabid animal - he’s a 21 year old college boy - is lunging at me and screaming nonstop, calling me a fucking whore bitch loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear it while his phone’s camera light is in my face blinding me. Crazy lady smiles that smug shit eating grin of hers and tells me to get back in my house, leave her alone, and move the hell away so she can live in peace.

Wow. Just...holy shit.

This is the person who has allowed her dog to attack my very small 8 year old son on our property and send him to the hospital with injuries last year, then attempt to attack him again 2 weeks ago (he is now 9 at the time of the second attack) - again on our own property (in our back yard this time, in our front yard the first time), has allowed her dogs (multiple) to bark all night long and keep us awake (she leaves them outside and then goes away for the weekend and they bark the entire time she’s gone), then she had her crazy violent son destroy the BarkBox we put in our tree on our side of the fence last week (we put it up as a humane way to get the barking to stop without having to listen to her call us insane liars every time we complain about it). Yet...she kept repeating over and over and over for us to leave her alone and stop harassing her.

All I could even do was stand there shaking my head. It was surreal. And frustrating, because they wouldn’t even let me get a word out without screaming over me, and she was doing that infuriating Karen thing where they shove their hand at your face and grin smugly while they’re telling you what you better do or they’ll call someone to make you.

I actually started laughing, it was so ludicrous. She’s committed all those vile offenses against us and we’re the ones that need to leave her alone. We’ve had to file four police reports against her and we’re the ones that are making her life miserable. I just can’t stop thinking about that Liar Liar movie where the repeat offender keeps calling his lawyer to complain that the cops won’t stop arresting him and the lawyer finally yells THEN STOP BREAKING THE LAW ASSHOLE!!

It’s just like that. My god.

SO -

She tells him to call the police again, and this limp dick shoves that phone light right up to my face and says “You think she’s worth calling the cops over? Look at her, she don’t look worth it to me.” And bitch starts laughing. My god, these people are subhuman, I swear. I’ve never seen anyone act like this in my life, over a person doing literally nothing to them.

So she finally orders her rabid son (who is just about foaming at the mouth, I swear he’s making these barking animal noises at me, it’s weird as hell) into the house and they walk away, with him still ranting like a madman until the door closes behind them. I immediately go inside my own house and call my husband, who was way out at the back of our property in our camper (he self quarantines each day after work out there to protect us because there have been a lot of covid cases at his workplace) and he didn’t know anything was happening. He immediately runs up to the house and I tell him I caught neighbor’s thug son messing around at our fence and that when I went out he threatened to kill me.

Tom grabs something - I don’t even know what it was, I think it was this piece of board that was sitting by the door, we’ve done a shelving project recently and a couple of leftover pieces have been there for a few days - and he stalks outside toward neighbor’s house. I hear him yell COME OUT HERE BOY!!! and I stg you guys, if I wasn’t on the phone calling 911 I might have thought about getting naked right there and then because damn.

So anyway, let’s not go there. This is serious by god lol (look for this to show up in a fic soon though because material like this doesn’t get handed to you for free every day).

I call 911 and say the neighbor’s son just threatened my life and for them to come quick because he’s still over there but I know he’s going to leave any second (this is his mom’s M.O, the two times the police have tried to go talk to her she gets in her car and leaves before they can get from my house to hers, and I know he’ll do the same because COWARDS). Tom comes back and says the little pussywillow wouldn’t come out of the house. He’s breathing fire, you guys. Pure fucking fire. I tell 911 to get somebody out quick before the kid leaves, and just about 2 minutes after I hang up he does just that - we see him blast past our house in his truck and he’s gone, and then the police arrive about 3 minutes after. I’m so mad I can’t see straight. If they’d been able to see him in the state he was in, they’d have arrested him on sight.

Two squad cars (big SUV’s) pull up and block her driveway with full lights flashing, which makes me laugh because suddenly we’ve got neighbors coming outside to see what’s going on. I meet the officers outside, and the crazy bitch next door does the same, yelling “Hello Officer!” and waving to them as they’re coming up to my porch.

They talk to me and Tom for a long time, I tell them everything that happened, they interview Big (he and Little were inside the open door and heard it all), we fill out our statements and talk with them more until one officer goes next door to talk to neighbor. We can hear her dripping her fake sugar and spice while they’re talking on her porch and my husband loses his shit - he heads toward her house and yells “We got the entire thing on recording, don’t even try to lie! Your kid, threatening to kill my wife?!?” (he’s referring to the camera in my bedroom window, which actually only recorded about 2 minutes because I don’t have it set up correctly yet, but they don’t know that). The officer yells at him to get back, which, yeah - he shouldn’t have done that, but for god’s sake the woman’s peckerhead son just literally threatened murder on a member of his family, this is the final fucking straw and he’s mad. And as he’s coming back across the yard the officer that stayed with me points at our new doorbell camera, just freshly installed as of about two weeks ago, and asks if it’s on. We haven’t even really figured out how to use it yet, but yes, as far as we know it’s on. The incident happened around the side of the house, but the doorbell records audio.

God bless technology.

I invite the officer inside the house and Tom gets his phone, pulls up the app for the doorbell, and starts skipping through the recording looking for the right timestamp. Up till this point all they have is me saying the guy screamed a lot of abusive profanities at me and threatened to tear my head off, and they’re taking me serious but probably not that serious, you know? Neighbors fight all the time, wars start over barking dogs, things get exaggerated, we’ve all seen the TV dramas.

Until Tom finds the segment on the footage and starts playing it to them on his phone. It’s kind of quiet because we were a good distance away, but you can hear the guy screaming just like I said he was. The officer asks if we have a speaker we can play it through so he can hear the words more clearly, because he needs proof of threat and that’s entirely in the words.

You guys, I’m tellin’ ya, sometimes you get a chance to fucking SHINE. My husband is a musician and this cop is asking him if he’s got a good speaker. So within minutes Tom’s got this huge venue-style amplifier designed for broadcasting music to the back wall of a freaking stadium pulled out into the livingroom and he’s hooking his phone up to it, and then he hits play and the other officer comes back from next door to join us and I can tell by the annoyed look on his face that neighbor bitch has likely charmed him and shed a plethora of persecuted tears and spewed her lies about how we’ve been harassing her forEVER and I think for a second that it’s a total loss now, he’s made his mind up in her favor.

And then...away we go. Tom cranks the volume on the speaker and they both lean in to listen closely.

Just about a minute into the recording they have their proof - thugnuts screaming I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!

Both officers nod, close their notebooks, and the second officer makes a phonecall while the first one turns to me and says “That’s terroristic threatening and it’s a class C felony. You’re going to need to go to the PA’s office with all the reports you’ve filed against them so far and all your evidence from tonight including that recording and hand it all to them. They’re likely going to issue a no-contact so that he can’t interact with you ever again.”

This is a victory, but it’s just the first step, and I feel sickeningly disheartened that it’s all in my lap to do everything. I want them to go demand his whereabouts from his mother and just go get his ass and haul him in. But no, I have a ton of legwork to do now because these horrible people won’t fucking stop.

After several more minutes of me asking questions about what exactly we need to do and where we need to go, etc etc (I’m competent but I’m also fucking rattled, someone threatened to kill me tonight and I’m blanking hard on the instructions he’s giving me) they finally wrap it up and leave. They’ve been in my house for a half hour waiting for me to finish filling out the report (I had to ask for more paper because honey I’m getting ALL the details in there) and I can just imagine how freaked out neighbor is when she sees what time they finally move their cars from in front of her driveway.

And now I’m coming down from the weird calm that I had through the entire event, and my heart feels like it’s going to EXPLODE. I had heart surgery two months ago, do I need this?? The pathetic part is that I know now just how stupid those people are, and I know this won’t be the end from their side by any means. We’ll start finding more stuff broken, or he’ll start climbing over the fence back at the back of the property to steal stuff from husband’s tool shed, or my tires will get slashed. These people are that dumb and hateful, they proved it tonight. He said if we had animals he would kill them, and then he made the same threat against me. How stupid does a person have to be to stand there with his phone out recording himself ranting and making threats against a woman standing in her own yard in her pajamas? Big tough man there. And his mama grinning at me the whole time, telling me I’m crazy and she’s concerned for her own safety because of me, while her son is standing right behind her threatening my life.

I’m just...my god, I don’t even know what to think. I thought people only acted like this in TV dramas, seriously. I’ve seen some shit in my life but this particular brand of stupid has up till now evaded me, but now it’s been in my face and I’m sort of in shock.

I don’t like guns. At ALL. Tom has always had at least one hidden carefully away, safely locked up away from the house, but now there are two inside my house in immediate grabbing range. He insisted that I let him show me how to use them. Rules were laid down for the boys - never touch, never, don’t even get close to them - and now there is a box of shotgun shells on my fireplace mantel and a singleshot rifle by the door. I hate this so damn much.

Don’t pick it up unless you’re ready to use it, he told me. Without even thinking, I said back, “If I touch it it’s getting used.”

I HATE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH

My god. I told the cops that the drug lord that lived over there four years ago was a better neighbor than this woman. They didn’t even laugh.

I guess they’re right, now that I think about it...it isn’t funny.

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gamerwoo · 3 years

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[Tales from the Pack] Hansol: Fire and Ice (Part Nine)

Characters: Hansol x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, mostly angst BUT there’s some fluff especially toward the end (it’s still kinda angsty fluff but like it’s still fluff ok i promise)

Word count: 3,385

Summary: You’ve always been one to let your emotions get the best of you – your power reflects that – and you’ve never been good at expressing them. That’s why you always thought you’d be awful with a mate, but you never thought things would be this awful.

a/n: things in bold are in english and things in italics are a dream

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Nobody was surprised when you left after lunch. You didn’t even look at Hansol when you thanked everyone for lunch before quickly leaving the house to go wherever it was you went during the day. So Hansol waited for you outside. He laid back and watched the clouds as they slowly rolled through the sky. When the sun started to set, he went inside to get a sweater because Soomin was giving him a hard time about it. He also unpacked everything he’d grabbed from your old pack’s house, placing clothes on top of the dresser, making sure they were neatly folded, and putting pictures in various parts of the room so you could look at them. And then he put the blanket on the end of the bed, deciding you could choose what you did with it.

Before he left the room, he grabbed you a new sweater to wear. Then he found himself back outside again, waiting.

And that’s how you found him. It was only a couple hours until midnight when you returned to the house. Hansol was sitting on the lawn in the same place you’d found him the night before, except you could smell your brother’s scent mixed with his. You didn’t know why or what he’d done, but you were ready to start asking why he smelled so much like Jiung. However, when you finally stood about two feet away, just staring down at him, all you did was stare. You, for some reason, didn’t get angry.

Hansol looked up at you before handing you the grey sweater. You stared at it for a beat of silence before you slowly reached out to touch it. It was soft and still smelled exactly like Jiung, unlike the sweater currently adorning your body. The scent on your current one was starting to fade.

You took off your sweater, your t-shirt riding up, but Hansol wasn’t staring. Then you tossed yours in Hansol’s lap before taking the new one and tugging it on over your head. The sleeves were too long as you expected, but you preferred it like that.

“Where’d you get this?” you finally asked, your voice quiet.

Hansol seemed surprised you spoke to him, but his voice didn’t waver, “I went to give the ring to the pack today. I brought some stuff from there for you and left it in your room.”

That caught you off guard, “…For me?”

“Yeah,” he nodded with a soft smile. He pushed himself to stand up. “Do you want to go see?”

You let him lead you into the house and up the stairs. The entire place was silent, which was surprising to you since there were so many werewolves. Then again, they all seemed to have their own rooms, which meant not many people to talk to at night before bed, so they had no reason to be noisy – unless other things were happening, but you’d rather not hear that.

Hansol opened the bedroom door and allowed you in first. Immediately, your nose was attacked with familiar smells from your old pack, and from Jiung. Your eyes landed on multiple pictures – both in and out of frames – sweaters, and the familiar blanket that your mother had made for Jiung.

The first thing you did was look at the pictures. Some were yours, but some were Jiung’s. There were a few of you and your family, including one you hadn’t seen in years, but it was Jiung’s favorite: you and him at age six, standing up against a wall at your parents’ house as one of your older siblings measured your heights. You and him were the same height back then. After that, you both got hit with growth spurts, but he shot up faster and higher than you. He was the tallest in the house, and you were pretty sure he was even taller than Mingyu.

There was another picture you looked at that you had only seen as a child. You didn’t know that Jiung even still had it, but here it was: the picture of your birth parents. You knew it was left with you when you were abandoned, but you didn’t know if your adoptive parents had thrown it out or left it behind or if it simply got lost at some point between all the family trips.

“You know,” Hansol spoke up. You turned around, expecting him to be right behind you, but he was still standing between the room and the hallway, “I don’t know if you resent your birth parents, but you look a lot like them.”

You carefully set the picture back down where you got it, keeping your eyes on Hansol, “What if I do resent them?”

He just shrugged, “I’d still tell you the truth.”

You had to admit, you respected his answer. At least you knew he wouldn’t say something he didn’t mean just to please you.

You turned your entire body to face him, letting out a deep sigh, “I’m…gonna shower.”

“Okay,” he nodded, stepping away from the doorway. “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. Goodnight, _____.”

He turned and left, not expecting you to say anything in reply.

You went down the hall and found the bathroom was mostly the same as well. There were new toiletries and a few new towels, but you knew at least the shower worked all the same.

After scrubbing yourself clean of way too many days worth of dirt and grime, you got out of the shower, quickly dried off, and threw your underwear and sweater back on. You carried the rest of your clothes back to your room with you before tossing them in a hamper placed in the corner of the room.

Right before you got into bed, your eyes caught the blanket on the end of the bed. While part of you wanted to cuddle with it for the night, another part of you knew that touching it would erase more of the scent. So you took the blanket and placed it over the back of the chair before going to get into bed. You leaned over to shut off the lamp, closed your eyes, and waited for sleep to take you.

You hoped for another dreamless sleep, praying the nightmares were over. But of course, with your shitty luck, you found yourself back at the burned rubble where Eunjin had found you. Only this dream felt different; it felt…real. But you knew you weren’t awake because rain was pelting your skin, and you always felt uncomfortable in the rain. Rain made it difficult for you to use your power, so you tried to avoid it as much as possible. Except this time, the rain felt…nice.

Like most of your dreams lately, you felt like you were being watched. You never knew who or what it was that kept its eyes on you, but it didn’t feel like it was anything menacing. You usually elected to ignore it anyway.

“_____?”

Your head whipped around to see Jia, the blind mate. However, she was walking on her own, and her eyes stared directly at you instead of through you. You’d heard about her through Danbi and Mingyu, but you never thought she’d find herself in your dream. Was she the one watching you? Was she the reason this dream felt so real this time?

“Jia?” you took a cautious step toward her. “What’s happening?”

Jia just shook her head, “I’m not doing anything, _____. This is your dream.”

“Have you been in my other ones?” you asked.

She nodded, seeming unapologetic about it, “Yes, I have. I have to say, _____, I’m really worried about you.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “I may have freaked out once, but it was one time, and now I’m fine.”

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but I think your containing a lot of your emotions. You could have a meltdown again, and–”

“I’m handling my emotions just fine, okay? Besides, Hansol–”

“I’m not talking about Hansol,” Jia interrupted, her voice a little more harsh now, “I’m talking about your brother.”

You grimaced, a low growl coming from your chest, “I don’t have any emotions toward my brother. He’s gone; he’s dead. There’s no point in having emotions toward him.”

“_____…”

While Jia did step away from you, her eyes wide and apologetic, you stalked toward her anyway as anger bubbled inside you, “Don’t talk about him, don’t say his name, don’t–”

“_____.”

This time, when your name was said, it was from a different voice. A voice that sounded way too familiar, but also way too real for you to have made it up. It was that stern ‘alpha’ voice that always got you to listen to him. But despite the tone, it tugged at your heartstrings.

You turned around, seeing Jiung standing only a few yards away with a frown on his face. He didn’t look happy to see you – he never did in your dreams – but he looked rather disappointed more than anything else. You’d seen him look angry or disgusted with you, but never disappointed.

Suddenly, you snapped back to your senses. This was a dream, and since you weren’t creating this image of Jiung, Jia was. You turned to her, snarling as your eyes started to spot red, “Stop doing that.”

Jia held up her hands in surrender, “I swear, I’m not doing that! This is your dream, I don’t have control over it.”

“_____!” Jiung’s voice was rougher now, and you felt a hand on your wrist, tugging you away from the smaller girl. He turned you to face him, is usually golden eyes now turned red. “Stop lashing out.”

“Stop!” you demanded, yanking away from his grasp. “You’re not real! Stop doing this!”

Jiung’s face softened, resting both of his hands on his shoulders, “Yes I am, _____. Don’t you remember those stories mom and dad told us? About the spirit dreams?”

“That was just some old wives’ tale or whatever,” you insisted, averting your eyes.

“So were werewolves,” he chuckled. “Does that mean you’re fake?”

You frowned, shoving your brother away from you, “You can’t even prove you’re real because you’re probably just a figment of my imagination – I already know everything the real Jiung would.”

“I know what happened to your doll when we were seven,” he replied with a mischievous grin.

Slowly, your gaze shifted to look at him, mumbling, “Mom gave it to charity, she told me so.”

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’, “Sabira stole it and ended up getting in a tug-of-war match with the neighbor’s dog. Ask mom, she’ll tell you because she tried to stitch it back together before she had to toss it.

“I also know you never knew Saebyeol’s birth name was Sabira because she only used her birth name when dad would take her to visit India once a year,” he continued, his smile still bright and toothy, just how you remembered when he just knew he was right.

You didn’t know what kind of expression you wore, but you couldn’t stop staring at your brother. How did he know things even you didn’t know? Unless he was making it up somehow? Maybe you were making things up in your head that he could tell you in an attempt to convince you he was real. If so, this figment you or Jia had created was a fantastic liar. But it just seemed too…real.

Either way, you couldn’t stop yourself from tossing yourself in your brothers arms, hugging him as tight as you possibly could as his warm, familiar laugh filled your ears and made your heart swell.

You suddenly pulled away from him, holding him at arms length, “Are you dumb, or what?”

“Huh?” he chuckled.

“Ordering Hanbin to take Hansol instead of you! Are you stupid?!”

Jiung shook his head, “_____, you need Hansol, not me.”

“I don’t need him!” you burst, pushing your brother away from you. “I need you! I hate Hansol for getting you killed. I don’t want to even be in this stupid pack!”

“_____,” Jiung sighed, “I know that’s not how you really feel.”

Jia also knew it wasn’t how you really felt. She’d seen your dreams – your dreams where it was all made up – and you’d get angry and scream and call Jiung dumb for leaving you. You’d never say anything nasty about Hansol in your dreams. Never; not once. In fact, when he showed up was when you’d calm down.

It wasn’t Hansol you were angry with, it was your brother. You’d just buried that fact and hid it with your anger that you’d projected onto Hansol. She wasn’t even sure if you knew that, though.

“You don’t know how I feel!” you frowned, stomping your foot like a child.

“_____,” Jia’s voice was soft as she slowly came up behind you, unsure of how you’d react. She placed a delicate hand on your shoulder, and it felt a lot colder than your skin – you were burning up, in fact, “it’s okay to be mad at Jiung…”

“I’m not mad at Jiung, I’m–!” you cut yourself off, feeling every kind of negative emotion suddenly hit you in a massive wave. Anger, sadness, confusion, fear – you felt it all, and it made you want to be sick or burst out crying or both.

“It’s okay,” Jia nodded, “you have to let it out. Tell him how you feel.”

Your hands balled into fists at your side, your nails digging into your skin. You felt a dull pain because of it, which was weird because you’d never felt any physical pain in your dreams. Your jaw clenched and your eyes slightly stung from tears pricking at them, wanting to just come out.

“It’s okay, _____. He went back for Hansol and told him to go instead. You feel like he left you, and you’re mad. It’s okay to be mad, just let it out.”

Staring at what may or may not have been the spirit of your brother in front of you, the wave of emotion finally broke down every wall you’d built up.

“How could you leave me?!” you demanded. You felt like you wanted your body to just burst into flames to throw right at Jiung’s stupid, dead face. You knew your skin was sparking at least, from the way Jia gasped and jumped back. “How could you just let yourself die like that, huh?! You were supposed to stay with me and protect me, and you just fucking let yourself die, and for what? For me to imprint? For me to be happy?”

You punctuated each sentence with a shove to your brother, your hands pushing against his chest and shoulders. He just let you do it, taking each shove as he stared at you, his expression unreadable. It only made you more angry.

“Well I’m not happy! I’m angry! I’m– I’m hurt and I’m scared, and I hate you! I hate you because I don’t even know if you’re real, and I hate you because you won’t even show one goddamn emotion right now!”

Jiung shook his head, his expression almost cocky, “That’s not why you hate me, _____. You and I both know it”

You let out a scream that didn’t even sound like yourself. You were sobbing and hitting him wherever your fists landed. You were hitting him with all the strength you could muster, but you knew that the flames from your fists wouldn’t do anything to him. He was dead, anyway.

“I hate you for leaving me!” you cried. “You left me, and you didn’t even stop to think about how I’d feel when you made the decision to let yourself get killed! You left me, and you don’t even care! You left me, Jiung! You fucking left me!”

Jiung smiled softly, his eyes shining, “There it is.”

“I hate you!” you told him again, shoving him so hard he actually hit the ground. Even he looked surprised. “Why did you leave me? Why, why, why, why?!”

You fell to your knees, sobs shaking your body, but it was also from anger toward Jiung.

“I hate you. I hate you. I– I–”

“_____!”

Your eyes flew open, and you felt weight pressing down on your arms, but you weren’t laying down. You were sitting up in bed, your back against the headboard as tears streamed down your face. Hansol was on the side of the bed, one foot still on the floor with a knee on the mattress as he held your hands in his. There was bits of frost covering your blanket and the backs of Hansol’s hands, and your fists and wrists felt wet like someone had shoved your hands in water.

Hansol’s eyes were full of concern as he looked at you. He’d heard you screaming and crying, and it woke him up from downstairs. By the time he’d raced up the stairs, almost the entire pack had opened their doors, looking down the hall at your door in concern. Hansol just ignored them, throwing open the door and closing it behind him as he took in the scene before him: your blanket covered in tiny spots of flame, and your fists already completely on fire. He managed to put out the bedding before his hands wrapped around yours, making the flames go out with a sizzle.

Your muscles relaxed slowly as you realized you were awake, and Jiung – if it even was him – was gone. But then the massive throbbing in your head registered, and you broke down crying all over again.

“He left me!” you sobbed, your head hanging as Hansol kept a hold on your wrists. “I hate him!”

Hansol let go of your wrists when he realized you weren’t going to fight him, crawling beside you to wrap his arms around you. You clung to him like your life depended on it, sobbing into his bare chest. He shushed you and rubbed your back, unsure of what exactly happened, but he knew it had to do with Jiung. He was just a bit surprised you were aiming your anger toward your brother and not him.

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay,” he cooed softly, pulling you into his lap when he felt your arms wrap around him. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

“I hate him,” you kept repeating into Hansol’s neck.

“I know, you’re allowed to be angry at him,” he told you, dipping his head down to try to get you to look at him. “But getting all of this out now will help you to not hate him later.”

You lifted your head slightly to look at Hansol. You heard the soft whine he let out when he saw your face red and covered with tears. He brushed some of the moisture away with his thumb, his face looking genuinely hurt seeing you upset. It made you want to cry all over again. You’d pushed all your anger onto Hansol when you were really just mad at Jiung. And you knew you didn’t really have a reason to be mad at Hansol, you just wanted to give yourself one because you couldn’t be mad at your brother who had died.

You felt awful.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled, trying not to start crying even harder, but looking at how Hansol looked like a kicked puppy just because you were sad made you feel like an ass – and you were one. “I-I don’t hate you.”

Hansol nodded, brushing hair from your face, “I know, _____; it’s okay.”

He pulled you to his chest once again, letting you get all your tears out. Even when he heard Eunjin screaming, he continued to hold you like nothing was happening. Once you’d finally calmed down and had no more tears left, he slid down into bed, laying you down to sleep.

As you felt him pulling the blankets over you, you mumbled sleepily, “If you leave, I won’t blame you.”

While Hansol wasn’t sure if you just meant for tonight or in general, his answer was still the same.

“I’m not going to leave, I promise.”

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uwuderes · 4 years

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My Queen

I hope this is acceptable I don't really like it but hey I've worked on it for over 3 weeks so yeah yeah

Billy felt lost. Of course he had the occasional Hawkins whore now and again, but they didn't fill the hole he didn't even realized he had in his heart. Things got more and more dull as the days went on.

That was until you showed up.

It all started when Neil hired you to baby sit Max. He didn't even knew you existed in Hawkins. He would've surely had noticed you.

You stood in the kitchen happily looking after Max, making sandwiches and fixing drinks. He wasn't even paying attention really.

You grabbed the tray and handed sandwich to the younger girl. She looked up from her skate board in which she was working on. Apparently one of the wheels were wobbly and caused her to mess up. You didn't know anything about skateboarding you never really went out. The only reason you go out is to babysit which is very rare. Your cousins are really the only ones you take care of. This is your first time taking care of a kid that your not related too.

"Thanks. Who's the extra sandwich for?" Max pointed to the tray taking a bite. "Don't tell me you actually made one for that asshole."

"Hey language, and yes I did. He has to be some form of hungry up in there." You said looking at the closed white door, that played some of the loudest music you heard. You sighed ignoring Max's attempts to get you to not go to her brothers door. Getting up from your kneeled position, you started towards the door humming to yourself.

Taking in a deep breath you raised your fist and knocked. Nothing... You did it again but harder. This time there was something. You heard the music turn down and heavy footsteps come towards the door.

'Maybe you shouldn't have disturbed him....'

The door swung open nearly hitting you in the face. You stepped back seeing who all the girls in Hawkins adored and talked about.

Billy Hargrove.

He towered over your small figure, looking down at you. "Look at you..." Was all he said. You were instantly uncomfortable around him. He ate you up just by staring at you. "So what are you doing knocking on my door princess?" Billy said smugly. He reeked of cigarette smoke and blew one of his clouds into your face. You coughed out, the smell making your lungs ache. You looked up only to see his smirk widen.

"Um listen I made you a sandwich and I just wanted to give it to you..." You looked away in fear of how he would react to both you and that. Billy wasn't the most rational of people from what you hear from both Max and Steve, one of your other friends.

"Aw for me? You didn't have to." Billy said almost mockingly. He took the sandwich and grabbed your arm yanking you in. He closed the door quietly behind you both. Your heart rate picked up profoundly all of a sudden what could he possibly want with you? "You see I gotta reward you someway princess..."

"N-No Billy, le-let me out of here. I-I'm fine really!" You were pressed against the door, Billy right in front of you. You then felt your arm being yanked once more as Billy pulled the cigarette that hung loosely in his mouth and pressed it to your skin. You yelled out trying to pull away but couldn't. You were nothing compared to Billy who was pure muscle.

"Look at that pretty mark already forming..." Billy rubbed the mark making you hiss louder. He then opened the door behind you cashing you to fall back and hit both your back and head. "You go run along now, if I do anything with you right now baby things are gonna end up bad for you... And you don't want that now do you?" Billy said in a baby voice. You felt tears prick your eyes as you didn't even respond but hurried off and scurried away.

Billy stood at the door way smirking. Now shes interesting....

After that experience Billy's life was changed forever. He devoted every passing day during his senior year into stalking and watching you. He'd have his hook up every now and again but other than that he was focused on you 24/7.

Billy some times even went back to your house in which is where spent most of his nights. Outside of your window and once you went to bed, moved into your room. Of course he'd rummage around in your stuff. He'd learn so much about you just by watching you. He saw how you treated Max and wanted children with you. Something that can bind the two of you together.

Recently Billy also came in contact with something... He knew he shouldn't give in but it fed his thoughts. He needed you.. You were the one thing he could have that wouldn't break in his grasp. Billy sat there on his bed, more aware of anything and everything. He knew what he had to do.

You were in your room cleaning up. Your sophomore year had just come to an end, meaning that it's time for a rush in with babysitting jobs. You were happy but at the same time you knew it was going to be a long summer.

You sighed falling down on your bed. You pulled out the usual numbers getting ready for the calls to start flooding in. The instant you picked up the notepad the house phone rang loudly. You grumbled and reluctantly got up and walked down the hall to the phone. You pulled it off the wall answering it. "Hello?"

"Hey (Y/n)." Said a low voice. A voice that plagued your mind in the worse ways possible.

"Um Hi Billy, How did you get my number...?" You twisted the phone cord feeling anxious as ever.

"You babysit Max why wouldn't I have it. But anyways, I'm coming to pick you up. Max needs someone to watch over her." You let out a breath of relief.

"Ohh understandable. I'll see you soon..." You said hanging up. It was sweet that be wanted to pick you up since you couldn't drive but he creeped you out. Ever since you got pulled in the room, it hasn't been the same. You never babysat Max while he was around and avoided him at school. Not like you ever seen him often.

You jumped hearing the doorbell ring. That was quick... He must've been on his way when he called. You walked towards the door taking a deep breath before opening the door.

Billy stood there looming over you. He looked panicked before looking down at you. His breath caught in his throat he looked at you a tad bit longer before blinking and shaking his head. "You know you can come in right??" You said smiling and looking away.

"Yeah of course I do." You stepped aside as Billy walked in. You closed the door locking it. Something you'd soon regret. Billy looked around taking in all that he could. He'd been here multiple times before but this was the first time he could really admire everything without having to worry about being quiet.

"I'm going to get my stuff from the washroom and then we should be ready to leave." You said your voice not hiding the fact that your nervous. Billy nodded as you rushed off. He walked down the hall memorizing your houses layout. Billy flicked on the light taking in the sight. Your room... Right before him... The freedom of not needing to take caution. He stepped into your room feeling your bed, the voice in his head grew louder. Almost like it wanted him to take you. And he would for sure.

You walked out of the washroom and looked in the living room seeing Billy not there. Your brows furrowed as you walked around the house. "Billy! Hello?" You called out. You walked down your hallway seeing your light in your room on. You thought you turned that off....

Billy was in your bed feeling up your pillows humping them. It felt so good being surrounded by you he just had to get himself off. Billy groaned out feeling himself getting close to cumming. "(Y/n)- I'm so close..." You gasped dropping your bag. You felt tears prick your eyes, and your head started to pound against your skull. Billys head whipped around turning towards your figure. His eyes were blown nothing but lust and pleasure present in them.

"(Y/n)... Come on... Come help me...." Billy whined out. This was a whole new man than what Billy presented himself as. "Your the only one who can help me..." You rushed out wanting to keep as far away from Billy as possible. You grabbed at your door knob trying to turn it but you remembered you locked it. You turned around seeing Billy close behind. You quickly undid the lock and swung the door open. You started out of the door but Billy grabbed your leg making you fall.

"Oh no your not!" You were flipped over. Billy got on top of you pinning you down. "Your so perfect to me... Just look at you." Billy mumbled kissing your neck lightly. His eyes widened as he seemingly looked at nothing in particular. "Okay..." He said to himself looking back down at you. "Okay my love, your coming with me. You are going to be right by my side when me and my friend destroy this town... Your going to be my fucking world." You whimpered as Billy grabbed your throat. Your vision got spotty, as you looked into Billy's eyes. His smile only grew wider.

The last thing you heard before passing out was Billy's breathing picking up mumbling to himself the ideas he had in store for you. "You and me are going to be together forever..."

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moonlit-mizukage · 3 years

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Chapter nineteen: Friendship Goals

Summary: Y/n and Tendou are deeply in love. Living on the other side of Tokyo now, the Monsters are still up to their old shit. They even opened a few businesses for Tax reasons. Even though it’s been almost three years later, Y/n still has never been able to understand how they have avoided the law several times. When Tendou’s Mother reappears in his life, Y/n is confused as Tendou claimed she is dead. Finding out Tendou is being forced to take over the family business by his Mother, she soon learns the truth behind Tendou’s reason he never gets in legal trouble is his family business. His mother is quick to decline Y/n as his future wife and tries to set up Tendou with someone she sees more fit. What will happen to Y/n and Tendou? What will happen to Tendou’s “family business”? What does this mean for the future of the Monsters?

TW: Swearing, stalking

AN: MULTIPLE TIME SKIPS !!! This chapter has a few time skips as well as being short cause the next one is a little longer.

AN: UPDATES FOR BOTH STORY (Haikyuu) WILL BE POSTED EVERYDAY IF POSSIBLE!! This chapter is also not edited!

Third person Pov

Y/n and the others all met at the train station waiting for the next train to go.

“Is Matsukawa and Kenma coming?” Shirabu asked.

“They stayed behind in case anyone comes back.” Terushima said. They loaded on the train and Y/n caught the other two up to current events.

It was about halfway through the ride, no one was talking anymore till Suna’s phone rang. He looked pissed off as he hung up.

“They are back in Tokyo apparently.”

“How the fuck did they get there so fast?” Kyotani spat.

“There’s a stop in 10 minutes we can get on and turn around.” Suna informed them.

Hours later, Back in Tokyo at the base for the South side Yakuza….

Y/n walked inside and saw Kohaku right away. She walked up to her asking for Tendou’s whereabouts.

“I saw him earlier but I dropped him back at the house. I haven’t seen him since. He missed a sit down with a person discussing the mole.”

“We found the mole and Satori’s phone. I also know about the Haruhi fake texts.” Y/n snapped.

“Ah I figured you would. I thought Haruhi was a better match for him until this morning. He changed my mind.” Kohaku seems nicer than usual to Y/n and she was not the only one to notice.

“Okay well I will start checking places I know he goes.” Y/ said as she turned to leave.

As soon as she got in her car with Shirabu, she turned to him.

“Kohaku is hiding something. She wouldn’t just casually do that shit. That bitch Haruhi was too.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Well I am going to start doing some suspercious shit. When Kohaku sees me off doing other shit she will think I no longer care. Satori comes back then I kill that fucking bitch.”

“Alright, sounds like a plan. I can help you kill her.”

“Look at us, friendship goals.” Y/n said laughing.

ONE WEEK LATER……

Y/n was seated barside by herself once again.

“Hey! We met once before. Do you remember me?” An excited voice yelled behind her. She paid no mind till they pulled out the seat beside her. “It’s me Hinata! My friend who ran into you is here too! Are you here alone? You look so sad! Why don’t we keep you company?”

“My fiance is missing, of course I am upset. Do whatever the fuck you want, I could care less.”

“You need a friend in these times Y/n!” He said smiling. She didn’t give it even a second thought to how he remembered her name. “You shouldn’t drink this much you know!”

“Not that it’s any of your business, I don’t. I just go to random bars for a few hours each and look for my fiance or people I suspect.”

“What would you do if you found someone?”

“Ask them obviously?”

“I guess you have a point. Oh hey Asahi! Join us!” Y/n rolled her eyes.

ONE MONTH LATER…. Y/n Pov

Still no sign of Satori. Kyotani still hasn’t even heard from him and things were getting out of hand with Hanamaki. He reported our mission he shouldn’t have even known about and got a few guys killed. Kohaku has been running things with Kyotani as her right hand man. I am barely active there right now due to Satori’s disappearance. I have been trying to find him on my own. I ended up becoming good friends with Hinata and Asahi. They still haven't met any of the monsters cause they always seem to be busy when they are available.

“Hey Y/n, you okay in here?” Terushima asked as he opened the door.

“Yeah I’m as okay as I can be.” He nodded as he left the room. I climbed into my bed after I shut the door and waited for sleep to come.

Third Person POV

Y/n was fast asleep as her door creeped open slowly. She was startled awake anyway as she jumped up and grabbed the gun from beside her bed.

“Who the hell is there?!?”

“Shit sorry Y/n. I was following Hanamaki through the windows and he came over here. Thought I could be sneakier than I was.” The man spoke.

“Hanamaki... “ She whispered. She stood up and walked to the window. “What’s going on Ken?”

“He’s been sneaking out at this hour every night for the past three days.” Shirabu said.

“Let's follow him.”

“Terushima texted he’s in the car waiting for him to pull out of the driveway. He put a tracker from Kenma in the car. Change quick and I will meet you down in the car.” He said as he left the room.

Y/n changed quickly and ran down the stairs. She waited till the cost was clear and snuck out into the car.

They drove in silence as they followed close behind Hanamaki’s car. They pulled up to a storage unit as he walked inside.

“Should we follow?” Shirabu asked.

“You two stay here, I’ll go in by myself. I might not be as recognized as you two if he has anyone with him.”

“Be safe.” Terushima said as she left the car.

She walked into the storage unit as she followed the sounds. She crept around the corners as she looked down the one hall, no one. She moved to the next one again no one. The sound got closer and she heard a noise behind her, as she turned she heard a scream and then an engine. She ran to the noise, gun in hand as she walked around the corner. The side door of the building was wide open. A unit was still open by her as she creeped up.

“Hanamaki?”

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kitty0boy · 3 years

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You know the drill. Marichat time with a dash of Adrienette. It is Adrienette April after all, I’ve gotta do a little something. Mari is 17 Adrien is 18, I’ll use “...” to show changes in perspectives as per usual.

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Adrien thought it would be a calm Tuesday, nothing special would happen. He’d somewhat memorized Hawkmoth’s schedule and learned that he didn’t usually release akumas on Tuesdays. For what reason? Nobody knows. Maybe he needs breaks from all of his crushing defeats. I mean seriously, how old is this guy? Can’t even defeat two teenagers and he’s been trying for what, almost three years now?

He let his mind wander during the ride to school. Even though he could legally drive now, his bodyguard still had to make sure he made it to school safe. At this point, he’d rather the Gorilla adopt him, he made a much better father than his own already. Even if he is paid to do it. No one was waiting for him at the front when he arrived, which was refreshing. There were usually swarms of fangirls waiting to escort him inside, especially after one of his photo shoots. They had become much more, revealing lately. What with him being and adult now. Which was difficult seeing as how he still had to go to school with teenagers that would tear him to shreds for an autograph. Unfortunately though, Nino wasn’t even at the front.

He stepped out. On his right he saw a group of girls wearing shirts with his face or his name on it, and in front stood a cute petite woman wearing a black skirt and a pastel green t-shirt. She was very angry, pointing at them, apparently telling them off. The other girls looked back and forth at each other before they spotted him. They nearly trampled Marinette as they made their way over. “Oh please Adrien, can I have your autograph?” One of them practically shoved a notebook up his nose, “Can you sign my shirt?” One of them said, turning around. A bright flash blinded him as one of the girls took a photo. He felt a hand on his shirt as one of them tried to take it off. “Umm,” he backed away, uncomfortable “sorry but I have class.” He managed to push through them and walked up to Marinette. “Hey, can I walk to class with you?” He nearly pleaded, he didn’t want to be left alone with them if he could help it, usually Nino ushered him inside but he wasn’t here for some reason. “Sure, I was about to ask you anyways, those girls were about to rip you apart.” He rubbed his neck.

He was glad Marinette was more comfortable around him now. Sure she didn’t always stammer in front of him when they were younger but she never seemed fully comfortable to be with him either. She seemed comfortable now though, looping her arm through his as they walked into the school. “So I’m going to assume you made this yourself?” She nodded in response. “The paw prints took furever to sew on too.” He giggled, “Clever, and where are these pawpurrints” he punned back. She pinched the hem of the skirt to show him, his eyes went wide for a minute. “Oh calm down I’m wearing shorts underneath.” He sighed in relief and squinted at the prints. Sure enough there were tiny paws sewn around the hem, almost as if a kitten stepped in green paint and walked around her skirt. “Wow, you’re stitching is purrfect.” She laughed, “Thank you, it’s taken years of purractice. I’m sure you could do it too.” “No way, I couldn’t pawsibly match the purrfection that is Marinette’s craftsmewnship.” The pairs laughed as they entered the classroom, their friends were huddled in a group, caught up in a friendly debate.

“Oh hey Mari, Adrien.” He waved, “What are we talking about?” Alya crossed her arms, “Well I think Mr. Superhero has moved on from his bugaboo but some of us aren’t convinced.” He could confirm Alya’s theory, he had moved on from Ladybug. In fact the person he moved onto had just walked him to class, but she couldn’t know that yet. Not until Hawkmoth’s defeat anyways, he didn’t want to hurt Marinette like he hurt Kagami. Alix sat in the back of the class with her feet propped up on the desk, as sucker in her mouth as usual. She smiled coyly at him. Ladybug had given her the rabbit miraculous already which gave her insight to everything in his life. Possibly Ladybug’s life too. “There’s no way he’s moved on,” was Rose rebuttal, “He still flirts with her, he’s clearly still in love.” Was he flirting with Ladybug? He though he was just being friendly, he’d toned it down a lot at least. Marinette snorted, “Oh come on Rose he flirts with everyone.” Alya quirked her head “Girl what are you talking about? No he doesn’t.” Marinette crossed her arms, “Oh yes he does. The first time Nathaniel was akumatized, Ladybug had me go on a date with him to trap him.” Nathaniel blushed, “And Chat Noir came by to tell me the plan. You wanna know what he did?” Marinette put on her best smirk and turned to Alya, “Hey I haven’t even introduced myself,” she mimicked, grabbing Alya’s hand and getting on one knee, “I’m Chat Noir.” She kissed the back of the bloggers hand and stood up. “And then he started flexing and saying things like ‘don’t worry you’ll be save with me.’ And when I asked about Ladybug he said ‘she’s busy with something tonight so, you get to be my Ladybug.’ Honestly he’s a flirty as they get.” She concluded and crossed her arms. The girls just stared at her in shock. His chest felt hot and he quickly rubbed the back of his neck as if it would cool him down. How did she even remember that?

“Marinette I have met Chat Noir on multiple occasions and he’s never flirted with me like that.” Marinette turned her head to the side adorably. “But what about when you were Rena Rouge? I saw him getting real chummy when your sisters were the Sapotis.” Alya grinned, “I think that was more to make his lovebug jealous. Well, ex-lovebug because we’ve clearly found out who has the cat in the bag.” Marinette waved her arms in front of her, “Hang on now, this happened years ago. Who says he has a crush on me?” Alix snorted and everyone stared, she hand her phone in her hand and was starring at it, clever little cover up. Juleka raised her hand, muttering “Actually he was on your balcony last night.” The class gasped and Alix stifled a laugh. Adrien tried really hard to remain neutral, which was really difficult seeing Marinette’s pink face. “He just stopped by because he was bored, I’m sure he stops by lots of people’s houses.” Everyone else shook their heads, Chloe decided to speak up. “Well he stops by the hotel to get milk but he doesn’t speak to me.” Then Lila stalked up to the front, “Well actually I know who Chat Noir fancies now, and it’s certainly not Marinette.” Adrien stood, “Oh really now?” He challenged crossing his arms. “Yes it’s quite embarrassing but it’s actually me.” The class gasped but Marinette laughed. “Ok now that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one. Chat Noir doesn’t even like you.” Rose turned to Marinette, “Now that’s quite rude, I’m sure Chat Noir doesn’t dislike anyone.” Marinette raised her hands in surrender, “Ok sure but he doesn’t fancy her either.” Adrien was glad Marinette was on his side rather than believing her. Since Lila had joined the Agreste foundation, he’s had to do very uncomfortable photo shoots with her. And with summer right around the corner, bathing suits would be in soon and he wished for time to slow down. Lila had already been way to touchy with him, now picture that but basically naked. Not his idea of a dream come true to say the least.

“Well then,” Alya crossed her arms and hip bumped Marinette “we’ll just have to assume he’s in love with you then.” Marinette’s face turned a deep red which made Alya smirk “And it seems the feeling is mutual.” Marinette hid her blushing face before a Giant and very familiar hand picked her up and carried her out of the school. “August!” She screamed in surprise. While the class was distracted Adrien snuck out and transformed in the hallway before leaping over their heads and onto the roof. Thankfully, preschooler August was much easier to speak with than toddler August. “Pretty doll.” He said, starring at Marinette.

Chat flicked his bell to get Gigantitan’s attention, “You’re right, very pretty.” He winked at her before turning back to August, “But she’s not yours, is she? We shouldn’t take things that aren’t ours.” August bent down to Chat Noir’s face, “She’s not yours either, finders keepers.” He smirked, “Hey now, we never said she wasn’t mine. But either way there is a big difference between dolls and humans. So put her down and we can talk about this like big boys.” August contemplated for a second. Chat Noir had learned from his last battle with him that August was a big boy now, a lesson he learned the hard way.

Coming to a decision, August stood up straight, and dropped Marinette. “No!” He sprinted off the rooftop and dove after Marinette. She reached for him and he grabbed her, pulling her flushed to him and spinning mid air as he collided with the sidewalk. Marinette sat up, completely unaware of their very compromising position. He propped himself up on his elbows and turned his attention to August “Oi! Big boys don’t drop pretty girls August.” Marinette laughed and butterflies fluttered around his stomach. “Well this pretty girl thanks you for the save kitty.” She flicked his bell and smiled at him. August made an other swipe at Marinette and Chat rolled them over into another compromising position, praising the fact that Marinette had worn shirts today. Marinette blushed up at him before he dug an arm under her back and stood with her. “What do you say to a game of keep away?” She smirked, “I say game on kitty.”

After defeating August and returning him to his school, Chat brought Marinette back to their school. Their whole class whooped and cheered and whistles at the pair. Alya approached clapping slowly as he slid down his staff with an arm wrapped around Marinette’s waist. “Well would you look at that. Someone is smitten.” He pretended to be confused. “What are we talking about now?” Nino walked up and looped his arm around Chat’s shoulders. “Oh just the fact that you and Marinette seem awfully, what was the word you used earlier Marinette? Chummy.” He continued to play dumb, “I have absolutely no idea what you’re stalking about civilian.” Alix, who was much taller than Marinette now, strode over and took Marinette’s hand. “Come here a second.” She lead Marinette to the center of the group, in front of him. He gave her a look that said ‘Alix I’m going to kill you.’ She smirked back and lifted their hands above Marinette’s head, spinning her around. Her skirt flew in all directions and her lose hair glided gently in the breeze. Alix smirked at him, “There’s your proof. Absolutely captivated.” He was so going to get back at her on patrol later. He made a pact to stop dating until Hawkmoth’s defeat and for the past few months, she was absolutely no help. He laughed it off, “Well like I said, she’s a pretty girl, especially in my colours.” He grinned at her blushing face.

“As lovely as this Chat was I’ve got places to go, things to see. I bid you all fair well.” He turned and started walking away but he didn’t get far before a hand grabbed his bell, spun him around, and kissed him. He pulled back in disgust as Lila grinned up at him. “I did miss you last night kitten.” She cooed, and poked him in the chest. A very angry Marinette made her way over to them with a water bottle. She shoved Lila away held it out to him “Rinse.” She instructed and he did, taking a big swig of water and swallowing. Then Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck and, standing on her toes, kissed him.

That was much better. You know what? Screw the pact, he closed his eyes and let the butterflies in his stomach emerge and fly around them. It was almost like they were in a world of their own. He smiled against her and lifted her so he could smile up at her. Each kiss sent a bolt of lightning through him and the cheers of their classmates just barely reached his ears. An angry Lila tried to run away but Juleka and Rose stopped her and started lecturing her about consent. He wanted to spend a lifetime just like this. With her legs and arms wrapped around him, the world was peaceful. There was no Hawkmoth, no Lila, no danger.

She pulled back and smiled at him, “Purromise that won’t happen again.” He grinned, “Believe me purrincess, I don’t want to kiss anyone but you.” He spun her around before putting her down and giving her a quick kiss goodbye. “See you tonight?” She asked, he nearly combusted on the spot. “That is a very dangerous questions my dear.” She smirked “Do I seem like the type to run from danger?” He laughed, this girl was going to be the death of him. “No you almost certainly aren’t.” In an attempt to make her blush as much as he was, he bent down and kissed her exposed collar bone. “I will see you tonight then.” Before she could tease him back, he leapt away.

Adrien emerged from the restroom and the second Alix spotted him she grinned and approached. “Broke the pact I see, how’s that kiss?” He smiled, “Worth it.” She laughed at him. “It’s about time too, you do realized she’s had a crush on you for ages right?” “Oh I knew that, one time she confessed to me and I had to go over to her house for breakfast with her parents, that was awkward. I was still in love with Ladybug you know?” Alix stared at him, “Hang on was this as Adrien or Chat?” He looked at her confused. “Chat, who else?” She laughed at him, “Must have been a fleeting attempt to get over a Mr. Adrien Agreste.” His eyes widened, “Wait she had a crush on Adrien, me?” She nodded, “It stopped about a year ago, seems she moved on to, well, you.” He smacked a hand to his forehead, “Mon dieu, I could have dated her in civilian form all this time?” Alix grabbed a sucker from her pocket and handed it to him. “Don’t worry model boy, once we defeat Hawkmoth you can snog her to your hearts content as yourself.” He popped the sucker into his mouth. “You know, August loves these things.” He said crumpling the wrapper in his pocket. “Oh really? I’ll be sure to give one to the pretty lady next time he gets akumatized.” He really hoped there wouldn’t be a next time, for his heart’s sake.

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That’s all for this fic, thanks for reading!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous lb #marichat fanfic #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alix kubdel

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siderealxmelody · 3 years

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Unleashed

@xdarklingx

"Stop the bombs, we need her to be fleshed out not go deeper into the ground."

Maven rose an eyebrow and looked between Ivan and Aleksander.

"You have a plan Ivi?"

Ivan took a breath and looked to him. This could end badly in so many different ways.

"You brought me what I asked?"

Maven nodded and whistled, his soldiers dragged the cage toward them. The volcra had been subdued as Maven had said they would be - it was nest of them. The parents huddled around the nest and two smaller flesglings. They didn't snarl or scream - not yet. Ivan almost felt sorry for them, there was something to be said about ignorance, to stay in the moment. But if he wanted them to survive this - they needed the awareness, to understand the weight of consciousness.

"I am still not sure what this is Ivan, but good luck - they're not friendly."

Ivan hummed, already not paying attention. He stretched his fingers, he hadn't told Aleksander what his plan had been.

"It's not about the friendliness, they don't trust you Maven, you want to hurt them."

Maven looked to his back with an odd expression. Had he said too much? Did it matter when what he was planning would make it unambiguous?

"Doesn't everyone?"

Ivan stepped around Aleksander and Maven to the cage. He let one of the Volcra lunge toward his outstretched hand and close around it. His eyes closed, letting the pain melt into the music he began to weave. He reflected his pain to it, acknowledging the pain they felt - of generations, of a forgotten half-life. He gave it a voice and will of its own, bound and through him. A conduit for which it could move. Maven was yelling something, but Ivan ignored him.

His power flowed through the four Volcra in the cage, intelligence sparking in their eyes. One by one the music twisted and multiple till the fledglings understood it all, the pain of their kind and the only path forward. Fenris stalked toward him, snarling at his back he ignored her too.

Ivan stepped backward and shook his hand out. He flicked his wrist, the metal melting into sands around them. The Volcra shifted into winged shadows, the male stepped toward them.

"What is your wish Cenn?"

Cenn, what an odd word - teacher, guide, mentor...none of them seemed to remember the true meaning. It wasn't just all good connotations, it was lessons written in the blood of innocents. It was a name spoken in fearful reverence, in faithful rapture. It wasn't a name to say so lightly, even by his own creations.

But that would waste too much time, perhaps one day he'd teach them. He'd make sure the knowledge passed on.

"Find Alina Starkova, bring her to me alive. Kill and dispose of anyone who tries to stop you except Genya Safin."

He pulled a vial from his pocket and held it out to them. Draining the blood in his palm, letting them sniff and taste it.

"You've tasted her, find her. You've tasted Genya, spare her. Bring them both to me."

They took the sky, flying into the tunnels. Shifting and transforming as they would need to. Ivan dropped his hand and the vial on the ground. He turned finally to Maven who was staring at with an unreadable expression.

"Your a Tel-as’sar, a Godling....Hans has no idea does he?"

Ivan swallowed and looked to Aleksander and then back to Maven shaking his head. Maven's hands clenched and he moved toward Ivan.

"You could clear all of this, you could put it all back as it's supposed to be...couldn't you?"

He didn't trust his voice so he simply nodded. Could he? He never tried to, that was never the goal anyway - not when the grief was gone. These people didn't matter, mortals had half-lives, they'd been transformed into what they were always meant to be. Had no one ever thought to ask why it was the farmers and peasantry who became these Volcra? What of the other Grisha caught between? What of the ones who had ran and hid in the caves and houses as the army marched onto the Sanctuary? What of the hundred other Grisha who had sat in the Sanctuary? What became of them? Death? Transformation? Nothing?

He forced his awareness back to Maven, he was still talking.

"How long has Aleksander known?"

"Since - since Luda - since they married."

Since he nearly did something like this, since he let his emotions contro him and nearly destroyed the land they stood on.. till Aleksander had to come and talk him down. Since Luda realized that she wasn't the lock to him anymore. Maven's eyes were a storming sunset - a riot of colors and twisted emotions. He reared back and punched him hard in the face, sending him to the ground. He grabbed at his collar and spat at his face.

"You could have saved us all - you could have saved so many more lives Ivan!"

Ivan didn't reign his anger in, Maven wanted to see him powerful? Fine then let him see- the earth around them cracked, magma and steam bubbling up in the cracks. Maven stepped back on instinct. Ivan wiped at his face standing and gave him a cold smile.

"And I would have had to look over my shoulder for the rest if my life. I would have lost my freedom is that what you wanted?"

Maven looked from the ground to him and to the empty cage. He rose to his height and Ivan didn't see Maven in that moment. He saw Ansin, he saw it in the sneer, in the pride. The face was etched in his blood, he remembered dreaming of Eostre's last moments - of her horror, of her pain, of her fury.

He could feel it now, a current cold and unforgiving - he could pull on that now. Splinter the little Grisha before him like lightning splintering a tree. He could tug on his heart-song, make him a thrall to do his bidding. The notes were so easy, right there for him to take. He raised his chin and did none of those things.

Maven shook his head and turned away from him.

"You should have been collared Ivan - we would have had our family. All that pain we went through, all that anger and guilt I had over Mama and Lizah, you could have erased all of that. You could have saved everyone but you choose to do nothing. You're worse than Aleksander, than Hans and I ever was."

Ivan wasn't listening, wasn't hearing any of it beyond the collaring. The panic that elicited made him taste metal - had he bit through his tongue again? He turned to Aleksander wide eyed, seeking that anchor - seeking that lock again.

He remembered the first collared Godling he had ever met, he had met others before and since. But this man had been different - the others had been fleeting, ships in the night, flickering candles in the wind of life. This man, Phanes had been a star - calling him home. He'd been beautiful, intoxicating. He'd taught him how to dance, how to move with the music around him - not the other way around him. He had taught how to see the strings of the people, how to pull on them....he had taught him how to end the life of one of them own.

He had begged him to end his life and free his soul from the life of a servant. To free himself of a now long dead king and forgotten land. Ivan had made sure that kingdom didn't last - that that legacy had been buried in bones and rubble. Ivan had done as Phanes asked of him with tears in his eyes. Even then at 13 he'd seen so much death - felt so much more. But none of them had made him cry, not like he had wept for his body. Zohar had shook him in fury, he never forgot his words then:

"We needed Phanes Ivan! I know you're a child, I know you're too stupid to understand what's happening in the world around you - but we needed him! Why would you let him die? Why would you kill him and put us in danger again? Don't you know what Luda does for us? Do you think it fair for her to do so? Why can't you stop and do what your asked for once? Why do you keep putting us into these positions?!"

"Should I have been collared? Should I have told you what I was planning? I know you, Luda and Zohar all keep saying to tell no one - to hide. But how can I serve you if I'm hiding Aleksander?"

He almost didn't hear his words, surely he had imagined it? Surely this was an illusion? Surely he wasn't cupping his cheeks, surely he hadn't called him extraordinary? Words like that was reserved with the Six, for Zohar or him. Not him. This power should have been Luda's or Zohar's, not his.

He forced himself to swallow, to pretend any of this was real.

"Say it again?"

Maven rolled his eyes and turned away in disgust.

"Do let me know if I am telling Hans to divorce him Aleksander. You made a blood-vow to choose Hans, how is this keeping with that Ivan?"

Maven wondered idly if Aleksander knew about that little blood-vow, if it even mattered now. With a Godling on their side they could have forced the changes they wanted. With a Godling like Ivan they could have remade the world. Why hadn't Aleksander done that? Why rely on his power when he had a living weapon at his disposal? Was it pride? Was it foolishness?

#have fun with godling ivan :)#Godling ancestors of Grisha some grisha who have them in their ancestry can be born godlings too #think godlings can do mervost without any consequences :)#ivan/alek??#lusander?#darklina?!#all of them??! with alek/ivan as end game #idkk #grisha like lazai sold any godlings they found to other kings or bound themselves since #the godlings are known for greed and causing a mass extinction/nuclear level apocalypse 1500 years ago #grisha and others barely survived the aftermath #and godlings are notorious to be viewed by their emotions and arent very rational #xdarklingx

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Once Upon A Time

Summary: The reader has a cleaning tradition that she’s embarrassed for the boys to find out about.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x black!reader

Warnings: Violence and mention of smut

A/N: 2 Dean fics in one week? Who do I think I am???

Ever since you were a child obsessed with fairy tales. Not the Grimm brother versions, but Disney’s family-friendly versions. You had your mother to thank for that. She painted her love story with your father as her own fairy tale.

Your mom came from a family of evil witches, but she didn’t share the same values and wanted to help people instead of harm them. As she told it, she didn’t see a way out until she met her own knight in shining armor, your father. He was a hunter and fell in love with your mom while he hunted her family. She helped him defeat them and they ran off to live their own version of happily ever after.

They both hunted until your mom became pregnant with you, their little princess. Even though, they retired from the hunter lifestyle they taught you all about hunting; they always knew there was a possibility for their past to haunt them. While your dad stuck to teaching you about hunting in particular, your mother taught you the art of witchcraft. “There’s a beauty in magic.” She always said.

Unfortunately, your parents happily ever after didn’t last forever. They were right to worry about their past coming back to haunt them. You came back from a sleepover excited to dress up in your princess ‘rags’, sing Disney songs, and clean up the house with your mom. Instead you found their mauled bodies. The remaining werewolves from a pack they killed came back with a revenge. They even tried to kill you when you discovered the bodies, but due to your extensive training you killed them before they got the chance.

Years later you found yourself and your familiar, Aladdin, hunting and living with the Winchesters. To keep the memory alive of your parents, you kept up your mom’s cleaning tradition. Only thing was you always waited for Sam and Dean to go hunting on their own. You may be a little extra with this tradition, so extra Aladdin refused to participate. Sometimes you’ll cast a spell on some birds and sing with them as if you were Cinderella or Snow White. So, if the boys ever caught you, you would never hear the end of it and be deeply embarrassed.

Currently, you were singing your heart out to Part of Your World and washing the dishes when you heard the clearing of someone’s throat. Turning around you saw a set of hazel and emerald eyes filled with mirth and a pair of poorly hidden smirks. “I thought you two wouldn’t be back til tomorrow?” You asked, fidgeting with the hem of your dress and then remembering the bandana a la Cinderella you had on and quickly removing it.

Barely containing his laughter Sam answered you. “You know Dean. Speed limit laws don’t apply to him.” Just as Dean was about to say something, his eyes went wide and zoomed on your shoulder. Raising a hand, he pointed in your direction, “Is that a crab on your shoulder?”

Looking down in fact you saw an annoyed crab glaring at you. In the midst of getting caught, you forgot you turned a reluctant Aladdin into a crab for your Little Mermaid set. “Oops, I’m sorry, Al.” With a wave of your hand you returned your familiar back into his canine form. “Looks like the mutt wasn’t happy being turned into seafood,” Dean muttered as Aladdin stalked off. Your familiar had excellent hearing and growled at the eldest Winchester before returning back to your room.

“Your highness,” Dean bowed before you. Snatching the towel from the sink you balled it up and threw it at Dean’s head.

He caught it instead of letting it hit his face. “Hey, that’s not princess-like,” he reprimanded you. Just to tease him some more you gave Dean the middle finger and he clutched his imaginary pearls.

“What’s up with the Disney routine anyway?” Sam asked, trying to stop you two before y’all got too childish. While you explained the backstory of your cleaning tradition, Sam stood back and mentally shook his head at Dean, who looked at you like a doofus. Sam tried multiple times to get his big brother to admit his feelings for you, but he refused.

Done with your story, you noticed Dean looking at you with that funny face you sometimes catch him with when he thinks you’re not paying attention. “What’s with that stupid look,” you asked him.

Caught off guard, Dean had to quickly come up with an excuse. “Um, I’m just confused about how someone so badass is still obsessed with princesses who always need saving.”

“First of all, me being a badass and loving princesses are not mutually exclusive. Second of all, you must be talking about them older white princesses, because my girls with color didn’t come to play. Tiana, a true boss bitch, Mulan saved a whole country, Pocahontas looked out for her people, and Moana got a whole god together. And third of all, I don’t know why you’re trashing them when you have so much in common with them.”

Dean crossed his arms in disbelief. “Please explain to me how me and a Disney princess are alike.” Chuckling to yourself, you proceeded to explain to Dean. “On the somber note, you have the requirement of at least one dead parent growing up. Sam’s your sidekick, Castiel’s your fairy godmother, Rowena is sorta the wicked witch, just depending on the day, and I’m your knight in shining armor.” Dean couldn’t believe his ears and was about to counter your claim when you interrupted him. “Oh, and you have Rapunzel’s eyes.”

Pointing between him and Sam, Dean responded. “Listen, we don’t need saving that often.” Without saying a word, you cocked and eyebrow and a hip, silently challenging Dean’s claim.

“Ok, you win. I’m a stupid princess, but I’m gonna be Snow White!”

Looking to Sam he had his bitch face while you were confused. He must’ve known why he choose Snow White. You looked to him to ask why and he mouthed ‘You wouldn’t want to know.’ Going against his advisement, you asked Dean why he choose her.

“Because the version I watched, the wicked stepmother was wicked.” His smile suggested it wasn’t the G-rated version you’ve seen before.

With a sway of your hips you walked up to Dean and stared up at him devilishly. “Well, you gotta show me that version. I need to spice up my porn playlist.” Instantly, Dean’s face turned red and Sam off to the side muttered, “You two are perfect for each other.”

You walked off to your room, beginning to sing Kiss the Girl, while leaving the boys in the kitchen dumbfounded. Halfway to your room, you remembered your surprise for Dean. Sticking your head in the kitchen doorway, “Oh, there’s pecan, sweet potato, and apple pie in the oven.” Both boys stared at each other and ran to the oven to get to the treat. Even Sam couldn’t resist your baking.

Back in your room, you found Aladdin in his human form laying in your bed and watching tv. He rolled his eyes as he listened to you sing another Disney song. It wasn’t your voice that he was annoyed by, because you had the voice of an angel, but it was who the song was directed to. Al didn’t understand your attraction to Dean, but he supported you, nonetheless.

“Jordan text you. She needs help with a coven of witches in New Orleans. And she said leave the Winchesters at home if you come,” Al informed you in the middle of your song.

“That would’ve been nice to know earlier. Why didn’t you come get me?”

“I was giving you some time with your precious Winchester.”

Deciding not to address that statement you asked Aladdin if he wanted to go with. “Nope. I got a crazy ass ex down there and I’m having a Smart Guy marathon.”

“Hey! You were supposed to wait for me.” You pouted.

“That was before you turned me into a crustacean.” Knowing that it was fair, you told him bye and went on to tell the boys you were leaving.

“You sure you don’t want us to come?” Sam asked clearly concerned. They didn’t know your friend and were overprotective of you hunting without them. Standing on your toes, you gave each boy a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be fine boys, promise.”

Just as you opened your car door, Dean tugged on your wrist. “Be safe and call us if anything’s fishy.”

Snatching your hand back, you laughed at your friend. “Ok, mom.” Crowding your space, Dean looked at you hungrily. “I preferred to be called daddy.” Cheeks heating up quickly, you turned around and rushed into your car, waving bye to the boys while you heard Dean’s deep chuckle as you drove away.

It was setup. Jordan wasn’t just your friend, but your cousin from your mom’s side of your family. The little traitor knew who you were when you ran into her in Atlanta when you were working a job. She continued to earn your trust until she could find the right moment to kidnap you.

Turns out your mom and dad didn’t get rid of the whole family and your grandma somehow survived. The old woman had been plotting against you, since Jordan told her of your existence.

Struggling against the cuffs, you were looking for an escape. “Its useless, my dear. Those cuffs are spelled to imprison supernatural beings.”

Great, the one time being a witch was a bad thing. “Well, can you just kill me now?”

Your grandma turned away from the potion she was concocting and caressed your face. Her amber eyes that reminded you of your mother’s softened. “Don’t be silly, girl. You’re family, even if that didn’t mean anything to your momma. Our coven is growing weak, but you’re the strongest witch ever in our bloodline. With you joining us and the Book of the Damned we’ll return to our former glory.”

All this trouble for that damn book. Even though it saved Dean, that book has been causing so much trouble ever since it came into you and the boys’ possession. “So, this is why you want me. For the Book of the Damned. Well, newsflash no matter what you do to me the boys won’t give it up.”

Stepping away from her potion once more, she knelt down in front of you. “It’s a shame, really. All your power gone to waste. When Jordan informed me of your existence, I thought I would just kill you, but then you got involved with those Winchesters and we were still too weak to deal with them and you. But then I heard Rowena took you under her wing and I felt hope again. I thought Rowena would surely teach you the dark arts, but once again I was wrong. Those damn Winchesters sure do know how to suck out all the fun.”

“If you know I’m so good, then it’s a waste to try to get me to join the coven.” Levitating the mortar, she used to make the potion, your grandma had it in her hands. “Chile, I know I can’t make you do things on your own free will. That’s why I got this little potion for my spell. It’ll make you more malleable to my will. Now open up, girl.”

Refusing to be anyone’s puppet you shut your mouth close. Your grandma was frustrated with your antics and didn’t have any time to play with you. The cuffs dampened your own magic, which allowed your grandma to use hers and get your mouth open. The vile taste of the potion slithered its way down your throat and you knew when you woke up you would be a different person. Hopefully, Sam and Dean would be able to fix you.

Once you returned to the bunker, the boys instantly knew something was off about despite you saying nothing went wrong with the hunt. “Man, something’s up with Y/N.” Dean whispered to Sam while you were in the library.

“I know. Something had to have gone with that hunt.” Their whispers died down when they heard you walking towards them.

Holding the Book of the Damned, you made a beeline to the stairs, but Sam stopped you. “Y/N/N, what are you doing with the Book of the Damned?”

Annoyed but also prepared for this moment you threw the boys against the wall. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

With a flick of your wrist the door opened up, letting in your grandma and Jordan.

“What a cute little place! We’ll have to set up base here, Y/N. That’s after we kill the Winchesters of course,” your grandmother informed you while inspecting the bunker.

“Yes, grandmother. Would you like me to dispose of them now?”

The elder Winchester scrunched up his face in anger. “Grandma??? Y/N/N this isn’t you. Break out of it!” He pleaded with you, but his words had no effect on you.

“You evil bitch! What did you do to Y/N?” Dean asked your grandma.

She stood in front of Dean and traced a finger across his face. “Hmmm, I can see why my granddaughter is in love with you. Such masculine features, so handsome that you’re almost pretty. And the passion that radiates off of you, hmph, you must be an excellent lover.”

Dean turned his head away to escape her touch. “Get your filthy hands off my brother! And what did you do to our friend,” Sam reminded her of the more pressing issue.

“Oh, I just made her more pliable to my will. The girl is headstrong like her mother. Too bad I didn’t discover the potion I used on Y/N when I had those wolves kill her mother.” Your grandmother revealed which stirred a little something in you, but you must complete the mission for her. “Y/N, be a dear and kill these oafs. We have important work to do,” she ordered you.

Imagining liquefying their insides, the hunters started to cough up their blood, but as you saw them struggling you started to feel bad. Something didn’t feel right, but you had to press on.

“Y/N, you’re in there I know it. I know you heard her. That wicked bitch killed your parents! Come out and fight, damn it!” Dean was screaming at you, it seemed that the emotional torture was more painful than the physical torture you were dishing out.

Seeing that Dean wasn’t getting through to you, Sam joined in at trying to break through to you. With each passing second, they were chipping away through your grandmother’s defenses. It worked well enough for your hold to weaken and the boys fell to the ground. The boys easily incapacitated Jordan, leaving your grandma with no backup.

“Y/N, what are you doing? Kill them!” Your grandmother ordered, terrified of what a free Sam and Dean Winchester could do.

You paid her no mind and pinned her to a wall instead. Dean approached you carefully, as if you were a scared animal backed into a corner. “Sweetheart, I know you’re in there.”

Your eyes darted between your grandmother and the Winchester. You didn’t know who to believe with both of them talking to you simultaneously.

Sensing he was losing you, Dean got desperate. “God, I hope this works,” you heard him murmured before he grabbed your face and mashed his lips to yours. At first, your lips you were stiff, resistant to the kiss, but soon it started feeling right, like home, like your lips and his were meant for each other. Your hands snaked up to the back of his head and you pulled Dean closer.

The screaming of your grandma alerted you and made you and Dean break the kiss. Caressing your face, Dean whispered against your lips, “You back?” He asked, his hopeful searching yours.

“Yeah,” you whispered back blinking through tears.

“I should’ve known. You’re weak, just like your mother!” Your grandma somehow pulled herself halfway off the wall, but you pushed her back.

Taking out your gun from the back of your jeans, you pointed it at an unconscious Jordan and shot it right in the center of her forehead, feeling no emotions for so-called friend.

Next, your sights turned onto your grandma. “What?! You can’t grant me the decency of killing me like a witch? You’re gonna kill me like some filthy hunter?” She screamed with her grey locs falling in her face, spit foaming at the mouth, truly looking like a wild woman.

Raising your gun, you only said a few words to her before granting her the same death as your cousin. “Its more than you granted my parents.”

For awhile you stood above your dead grandmother’s body, grieving the life you could’ve have. Standing there reflecting on her need for power it finally hit you, she was the cause of your parents’ deaths. The emotions overtook you and you cried until Dean carried you away and let him fall asleep in his arms.

Waking up hours later you found Dean gone, but the smell of his famous burgers told you exactly where he was. Making your way to the kitchen, you were granted to the scene of Dean cooking, singing along to an old rock song, swinging his hips.

“Wow, you’ve been holding out on me. Who knew you had such killer dance moves?” Placing your hand over your heart, you acted as if you were offended at this great tragedy.

Rolling his eyes at you, Dean lowered his music and started to make you a plate. “I can do that.” You attempted to grab the plate, but Dean moved it out of your reach.

“I got it. Go sit down, pretty girl,” Dean ordered you before he leaned down and gave you a kiss. You guessed that the kiss from earlier wasn’t a one-off and discreetly smiled to yourself, wondering what this means for you and Dean.

Taking your seat, Sam entered the kitchen and began making a plate of his own. “Hey, Y/N, how you feeling?”

“Mmmm, better now. It still hurts, but I know that my mom wouldn’t want me to dwell on it too long. She lived the life that she wanted, even if it was cut short.”

“Between Samuel and your grandma, we had some crazy ass grandparents,” Dean referenced to his grandfather that would’ve let them die in exchange to have Mary back. Little did he know if he could’ve waited a couple of more years, he would’ve had her back.

Setting down his plate and yours, the three of you began eating dinner. Talk varied from when y’all would take the next case, when you should visit Jody and the girls again, when would Cas and Jack get back, and even a little argument about how turkey burgers taste the same as regular burgers.

At that moment you were trying to convince Dean to watch The Little Mermaid with you, but he refused, saying he was too grown to be watching fairy tales. Deciding that he wasn’t too grown, Sam poked fun at Dean. “So, Dean, how did you know how to break the spell put on Y/N?” Sam knew the answer, Dean confided it in him earlier, but he wanted Dean to say it in front of Y/N.

Looking at his baby brother as if he could strangle him, Dean dropped his burger. “Lucky guess.” He grunted before picking it back up and biting into it.

Your eyes switched back and forth between the brothers. Obviously, Dean was holding something back by the way he was giving Sam bitch face.

“That’s not what you said earlier,” Sam retorted, hiding his smirk by taking a bite of his own burger.

“Oh, Dean, c’mon tell me.” You pleaded, giving him your best puppy dog eyes that he couldn’t resist.

“Truelove’skiss.” He mumbled quickly.

Hiding a giggle, you asked him to repeat himself, “Excuse me, what was that?” You knew exactly what he said, you just wanted him to be louder.

“True love’s kiss, ok! Now can we drop it?” He snapped, embarrassed he knew this little fact and that he was basically announcing his feelings to you this way.

Abandoning your seat, you jumped into Dean’s lap and kissed him all around his face. Sam silently left to give you two privacy and also, he didn’t want to see anything if you two decided to get explicit.

“I love you, Dean Winchester,” you whispered into his ear.

Dean’s eyes lit up as if you told him he had an unlimited amount of pie. He knew that for a true love’s kiss to work, both parties had to love each other, but hearing you say it confirmed it for him. “I love you, too.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you snuggled into Dean deeper. “So, does this mean you’ll watch The Little Mermaid with me?”

“I guess,” Dean accepted defeat as you squealed in his lap. “But only if you sing along. I can’t get enough of that voice of yours.”

“Of course, my knight in shining armor.” Dean put an arm behind your back and the other under your knees to carry you bridal style to his cave.

“And at the end of the night can I kiss the girl?” Dean asked with a mischievous grin on his face, glad that he made at least one reference.

Making your voice a bit softer to sound like a princess, you replied, “Oh my dear sir, you can do whatever you like to the princess. She’s forever in your gratitude.”

“Well, princess, be prepared not to finish that movie, because I got other things in mind.”

Soon, Ariel and her pals became a distant memory with the opportunity of a better time spent with Dean. “If that’s the case, then how about you show me how wicked that stepmother was in Snow White?” You offered, suggestively raising your perfectly arched eyebrows.

With that suggestion, Dean changed his course and headed for his bedroom. “Anything for the lady.” Passing a conversating Sam and Al in the hallway, you conjured up earplugs in their hands. Of course, you could’ve soundproofed the room, but you wanted to gross them out instead.

“Dudes, disgusting!” Sam groaned, but you could barely hear him over yours and Deans’ laughs. This is what happily ever looked like and you wouldn’t trade it for a thing in the world.

Tags: @titty-teetee @nervouspetsonanime @thefaithfulwriter @nerd-lovely

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strangest-loser · 4 years

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IT Rewrite

Stay With Me ( And You Can Dream Forever) - Chapter Two

Chapter One //

MASTERLIST

Trigger Warnings: underage drinking, unhealthy relationships, smoking, drugs

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June 1899

~RING~

Rhiannon was the last one out of the classroom after bidding Mr. Castello a happy summer, one thing she wasn’t going to miss was Monday morning French class. Speed walking down the hall she could see Henry and his friends lined up against the wall jeering at kids who stalked past. Ducking under the arm of Stanley Uris (and ignoring the strange looks that her brother and his friends gave her) she pulled herself into the bathroom, she definitely wasn’t hiding from her ‘boyfriend’ and his pack of goons, why would you say that. The overwhelming, annoying screech of pig-faced Greta Keene hit her like a train and before she could even take stock of the situation wet garbage splashed the bottom of her boots from underneath a stall. “Fuck sake Gretta, do your parents really hate you that much that you need to take it out on innocent girls? or is it all that internalized homophobia that makes you stalk them in the bathroom?” she snarked out watching the girl pale before stomping out with her posse, any other girl would have gotten a beating after saying that but no one in their right mind would stand up against Rhiannon considering that she was dating Henry Bowers. Not because she was actually into him, god no!, but he gets her alcohol and cigarettes and as long as she looks pretty and keeps quiet he doesn’t get violent. Its sad but its the easiest way for Rhiannon to forget about what happened to Georgie, vodka is cheap and it takes the pain away, plus it let her try and loosen the noose around Bill and his friends.

The stall door that was spewing garbage opened up to reveal Beverly Marsh, the pretty redhead in Rhiannon’s english class. “Greta is a bitch, are you ok Beverly?” she asked pulling off her flannel and wetting the corner in the sink and helping the poor girl clean up. She didn’t miss the incredulous look on the girls face, *Why is ‘Bowers Girl’ helping me* spread across her features but the girl went along with it. Soon enough Beverly’s face was clear, her hair was rinsed under the faucet, dried under the hand dryer and brushed out with a comb, and her damp dress was now swapped out for a spare sundress in Rhiannon’s gym bag, and the small makeover done and shared cigarettes later the two girls were walking out of the east exit (Rhiannon purposefully avoiding her boyfriend who was at the west entrance) only to see someone struggling with their stuff, on closer inspection she saw it was that new kid in her Biology. “Hey Ben!” she greeted while Bev made her jab about passwords. There was fear in Bens eyes at the sight of the Brunette and that’s when it stung, this kid didn’t even know her but he was afraid of her. “Henry is over at the other side of campus so you should be ok” she confirmed sending her kindest smile towards the boy who seemed to relax slightly. “What are you listening to ?” Bev pulled his headphones off him before the poor boy could answer, he having gone red in the face when she smiled and called him out on listening to New Kids on The Block. Their little encounter was sweet and Rhiannon smiled at the obvious awe that was spattered across Bens face whenever he looked at Beverly. “I should go, see you around Rhiannon” Bev waved before walking off across the field. Rhiannon smiled at the kind girl and turned her sweet grin to the boy in front of her “That’s an awful lot to carry, do you need any help?” Ben stuttered and fumbled through a rejection which only prompted the girl to giggle, “You sound like my brother.”

After signing Bens yearbook with her signature and a sweet message she left towards the west entrance without another interruption, she knew if she was any later that Henry would be angry and Rhiannon was not in the mood to deal with his piss baby temper tantrums that afternoon. Coming up next to the bus lanes she saw the four bullies walking towards her brother and let out an audible “oh fuck” before speeding up. she saw Patrick pull something off Stanley’s head before tossing it in her direction, she caught it and realized it was his kippah, pocketing it before rushing forward and slapping on a flirty smile, “Hey Henry!” The boy in questions eyes lit up like a lion who just saw a steak and suppressing a disgusted shiver she laid her hands on his chest and leaned into his ear, “your dad is here, why don’t we get going yeah?” Rhiannon knew to keep her voice soft and to keep her hands moving, bringing them up to his shoulders and flashing him ‘bedroom eyes’, she felt dirty but she knew it would get him away from her brother and his friends. Henry took one look at the four kids behind her and she pulled out the big guns, pressing kisses on his neck she whispered “Plus I heard Johnathan Chase got a fresh supply in this morning.” The mention of weed pulled Henrys mind away from the boys and back onto Rhiannon, he began to walk away with her before she told him that she needed to talk to her brother for a second and she’d be in the car soon. Once all four boys were out of earshot she spat into the grass “I fucking hate doing that.”

Bill walked forward to his twin asking if she was ok only to be met with a reassurance that everything was fine. “Oh Stan,” she called for the Jewish boys attention before producing the lost prayer cap from her pocket, “I didn’t know if these could touch the ground or not so I caught it before it hit the tarmac.” All four boys looked at her like she had three heads before ‘Trashmouth’ Richie Tozier spoke what they were all thinking, “Christ Angel what the hell are you doing being that nice and dating Bowers, not to mention you are way out of his league.” Rhiannon smirked at the boy before she answered back “Because who else is going to keep you knuckleheads from getting your faces beat, as long as I can twirl my hair and pout my lips long enough to get Pewee and his three dumbasses to leave you guys alone then that’s enough for me.” The horn going off across the parking lot made Rhiannon jump before she started to wrap up their little chat. “Oh and Eddie, tell your mom that the shit she ordered came into the pharmacy last night whenever she wants to pick it up.” With that she jogged across the field and jumped into Belches blue Pontiac Firebird and was immediately dragged into Henry’s lap with his tongue down her throat. If she had to whore herself out to Bowers to keep those boys safe then she would do it one thousand times over, she wasn’t going to let another brother get hurt, not if there was anything she could do about it.

Sitting and listening to the ‘Bowers Gang’ on any given day was like Rhiannon personally ripping her own brain cells and shoving them in a blender. The one thing that was stopping her from slamming her head against the wall was the bottle of vodka that Patrick passed her out of his backpack when they got to the scrapyard which she now held between her thighs as she took the blunt from Vic. After going through the motions of hanging out with the four assholes for the past few months it became increasingly easy to block the whole world out like a hazy white noise machine. This is not where she wanted to be spending her life, she hated the three idiots sat around her and as for Henry, who stood behind her telling some random shitty (probably racist) story, well she would probably hate him just as much if she didn’t know how fucking sad his childhood was, but she just felt kind of sorry for him. Plus he wasn’t so bad when they were alone, sometimes he was actually nice, when he first spoke to her it was 2 weeks after she got out of the hospital and she was walking back from her part time job at the pharmacy when she saw him sitting in the back alley nursing a broken nose. After contemplating her apparent death wish she made her way down the alley and kneeled in front of the then 15 year old before pulling him into the back room of Keene’s pharmacy and patching him up. Two days later it was Monday morning and after multiple threats towards the girls safety if she spilled a word about what his father did to him Henry was thoroughly shocked to find that he wasn’t met with mockery but instead with praise. It took Belch telling about how the entire school was talking about how he beat up some guys from a rival school in Bangor and that he won the fight that caused him to track down the Denbrough girl when she was walking out of Biology and ask her why she didn’t say what actually happened. “What would I gain from telling anyone what happened to you, it wasn’t my business to tell, I figured that people would ask anyway so why not say that you won in a fight instead.” After that Rhiannon spent more time with Henry outside of school and eventually their relationship just became one of convenience. Now Rhiannon just felt like she was stuck in a situation that she couldn’t get out of anymore, they had been together for months now and she couldn’t imagine that Henry would be too kind if she were to end things. It hurt Rhiannon to go through the motions of the mess she got herself into, especially when she didn’t like Henry but was practically in love with the glasses wearing dumbass who was her twins best friend. The haze on her brain was starting to clear as she exhaled the only thing keeping her sane at that moment and passed the drug to the boy behind her, capping the bottle in her lap before handing it back to the creepy Hockstetter boy and brushing off her jeans and announcing her departure. Without so much as a look from the four assholes who were still talking racist crap. Rhiannon was sure to give them the mental bird on her way.

The garage door was open when Rhiannon walked into the driveway, she watched her father storm out and into the house looking pissed and getting closer to the open door she could see Bill staring at the sewer diagram he had been building. “He didn’t listen did he?” she mumbled standing in the doorway. It was heartbreaking for Rhiannon to watch her brother obsess over finding their baby brother and part of her wanted to believe him, she wanted more than anything in the world for Georgie to be alive, just lost. Bill was silent but she could feel the hurt rolling off him as she joined him in helping to dismantle the structure of the Derry sewers. It was silent as the twins spent the rest of the evening at each others sides, this was normal for them as they had been inseparable since they were little but since loosing Georgie any moment that the two were home was spent practically joined at the hip, so much so that unless the duo slept beside each other at night (mostly in Bill’s room) they were plagued by nightmares. That night the twins were wrapped up in their blankets whispering to each other so as not to disturb the silent house, the moon streamed through the window when Bill asked his sister a question he had been thinking about all afternoon, “a-are you coming w-with us to t-the b-barrens tomorrow?” Rhiannon stared at the ceiling while weighing her options, she could spend the day bored as fuck with people she hates while pretending to be someone she is not or she could hang out with people she actually cared about.

She really should have taken into consideration how FUCKING BAD the barrens would smell. “Guys, this place is actually fucking disgusting.” Rhiannon echoed into the drainpipe where her brother and Richie stood laughing at Eddie making faces and yelling “I told you so!” at Richie who just winked at Rhiannon before backtracking and grabbing her hand to pull her into the water her twin was currently wading through looking for clues, “Come on doll, this cant smell as bad as Bowers’ unwashed ass crack.” he jabbed in his Irish Cop voice which pulled groans of annoyance out of the boys and a genuine laugh out of the brunette, “Very true Rich.” Walking on ahead she stood at Bill’s side watching the movement of the water while Bill swirled a stick through it, drowning out Richie and Eddie’s bickering when Bill’s stick catches on a white sneaker forcing everyone into silence.

At least it wasn’t Georgie’s shoe.

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squishydoesstuff · 4 years

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Chapter 4

Warnings: mentions of physical illness, lots of dialogue, one mention of a car accident

Word count: approximately 2.3k

“Get up,” Hongjoong’s voice cut into Esperanza ears. He was silent for a time before Esperanza heard him move. Suddenly, his voice came from directly beside her, “I know you’re awake, so get up.”

Esperanza slowly rose from the bed and stood. Hongjoong grabbed her upper arm before walking quickly out of the room. He struggled against the girl’s weight as she planted her feet.

“Where the hell are you trying to take me,” her face tilted to glower at the man in front of her. Her feet slid roughly against the carpet as Hongjoong slowly began to overpower her.

“You and your friend have some questions to answer since you decided not to tell us everything.” Esperanza felt herself being forced down the hallway before she reached what seemed to be a dining room. Artemisia already sat with her head resting on the table. A quiet groan escaped the girl before she lifted her head.

“Why the fuck did you feel the need to wake me up this early?” A snort escaped Yeosang before he turned to Hongjoong. Esperanza felt her shoulders being pressed down before she was forced to sit in the chair next to Artemisia. Yeosang spoke as Esperanza shifted closer to Artemisia.

“This one doesn’t seem too inclined to answer anything right now.”

“Esperanza.” Hongjoong caught Esperanza leaning toward her partner from the corner of his vision. “Don’t even try it, you two.”

“Hey, Hongjoong, can I talk to you really quick? I may have found something.” A new voice came from behind the pair at the table before they turned to see the newcomer. A tall woman with red hair stood in the doorway, staring urgently at Hongjoong. “It’s kinda important.”

Hongjoong looked at Yeosang before the other male nodded. He turned back to the mysterious girl, “Alright, make it quick.”

Esperanza watched as Hongjoong followed the unfamiliar woman out of the room. Artemisia elbowed her side before Esperanza turned her attention back towards Yeosang lingering on the other side of the table.

“Which one of you is the one who hacked the camera systems yesterday?” The pair glanced at each other before simultaneously questioning Yeosang.

“What do you mean?” The pair’s confused expressions mirrored each other. Esperanza panicked slightly as she was forced to remember the threats she received briefly after she broke into the Lee Enterprise building. They had said something about always watching her, waiting to do something to her. Or the people around her.

“I usually handle software and stuff but there was no registered CCTV at that building. What do you mean someone hacked the system?” Esperanza explained. If there were cameras there and someone hacked them, it could put both her and Artemisia in danger, along with anyone seen with them. “Who hacked the system? What did they see?’

“Why does it matter to you who did? You two were the only other ones there so it had to have been one of you.”

This time it was Artemisia glaring at Yeosang. “What part of what she said didn’t make sense? It wasn’t us, we didn’t even know about there being cameras. Why don’t you just tell us who did it?” She hissed. Yeosang stalked closer to the table before being stopped by Hongjoong reappearing in the doorway.

“Yeosang, stop.” He moved to sit across from the two girls. “What do you two know about Lee Enterprises?” Yeosang’s eyes widened before he whispered sharply to Hongjoong.

“What are you doing? What are you implying? Do they have to do with this?”

“I’m implying that Lee Enterprises hacked into the cameras of the gala building during our hit.” Hongjoong placed his hands on the table before leaning closer to the girls in front of him. “And they seemed very interested in following what you two were doing. How are you connected to them?”

Esperanza sighed before looking at Artemisia. “I think we need to tell them about how we met.” She turned her head to look back at the two men watching the duo. “When I was younger, my sister Lacey got really sick. ”

Esperanza looked up at her parents whispering outside her sister’s bedroom. It was unusual for them to keep any secrets from either of them. “Mom? Dad? I don’t understand? What’s going on? Why did you- why did you call a doctor? Is there something wrong?”

Her mother quickly turned, blocking the young girl’s view into her sister’s room. “Ezie, sweetie, nothing is wrong, you’re sister is just feeling a little sick. She’ll be alright soon.”

“At first, I really did believe them.”

As the years progressed and the two sisters grew, Esperanza realized that something wasn’t quite right with her sister. She was always out with one of their parents while the other one was with Esperanza to take her to her clubs and activities. She was forced into activities she had no interest in until they found something that stuck. It seemed almost as if they were trying to distract her from Lacey’s condition. It wasn’t until she reached high school that Esperanza realized how much her parents kept them separated. Her parents didn’t ask her to join clubs or activities she no longer found interesting, but Esperanza still found herself barely home. Esperanza worked as hard as she could in school, even if it was just her first year, and oftentimes found herself staying late after school to help with clubs or at the library studying. Esperanza realized when she arrived home on the rare days she didn’t stay out working, her younger sister was often passed out, asleep, in random places throughout the house. Thinking back, the young teen found that lately, it seemed her sister lacked the energy she used to have when they were younger. Was something wrong? Why didn’t her parents say anything?

So Esperanza confronted her parents. She heard them in the living room one night, talking about how they were going to be able to afford continuing to “live like this.” Esperanza didn’t understand. They may not have been very rich, but her family was well-off enough they could afford a little comfort in their lives. Stepping from around the corner, she silently approached the couch.

“Mom? Dad?”

Her parents froze in shock briefly before turning to their young teenage daughter in the doorway. “Yes dear?”

“Can I ask you a question?” The young girl hesitated. No, that wasn’t good enough, she needed to be more specific. “If I ask you a question, do you promise to answer it honestly and seriously? No matter what it is?”

“Of course honey, what is it?” Her parents seemed skittish at her appearance. Her mother’s hands shifted with the edge of her sweater before Esperanza’s father grabbed her hands to still her hands.

“What is wrong with Lacey?”

“Esperanza, we’ve told you, nothing is wrong. Your sister just has a lot to do and gets tired at the end of the day.”

“At that point, I definitely suspected something was wrong. A few months later, my suspicions were proven corrected.”

Turning as quietly as possible, Esperanza turned the door knob slightly before gently closing the office door behind her. A clock on the desk flashed 12:45 AM.

Slipping slightly on her socks, Esperanza gripped the edge of a chair. Exhaling a soft breath, she tiptoed forward before reaching the edge of her father’s desk. Reaching for the belt of her shorts, Esperanza clicked on a pen light.

Sliding out the drawers, Esperanza found multiple different files. None of them were the ones she was looking for.

A groan of frustration left Esperanza before something flashed across her room. Sitting on the edge of the desk was a manila folder, the corner of reflective film sheet peeking out of it. Esperanza opened the file and almost immediately dropped it.

Her parents had been lying to her.

Lacey was sick. She had been for a while. And Esperanza had no idea the whole time how bad it actually was.

Footsteps echoed in the hall. Panicking, Esperanza hurriedly shoved the papers back into the folder before setting it back on the desk. Her hair whipped wildly as she tried to find a place to hide.

Slamming the chair back, she forced herself under the desk before yanking it back. The steps echoed close to the office door, pausing momentarily.

Esperanza held her breath as a shadow passed under the door. It turned and the footsteps faded away down toward her sister’s room.

Esperanza sighed and uncurled herself before standing and going to hide by the door. She pressed her ear to the door and listened to the eerie quiet filling the house. A few minutes later, the steps came and went again with the sound of a door closing.

Esperanza slowly opened the door and peaked out before slipping through the doorway. She ran quietly on her tiptoes back to her room. Her hand slipped on the door knob of her room as she struggled to open it. Finally, she turned it and slid into her room.

“It turns out our parents were running out of money and couldn’t afford as many treatments as they used to and at this point, I don’t think they would have helped anyway. A few months later, they disappeared without leaving anything behind beside our inheritances. It still wasn’t enough for Lacey’s medicine and treatments so I had to find ways to pay for her treatments. I started stealing information for hire.”

“Then one day, I got a job, but this one. This one was different. It was on back channels on the dark web. But it wasn’t a usual channel. It was encrypted with a firewall that would take months for a supercomputer to break and required an invitation code, which somehow sent personally to my “day job”. Whoever it was didn’t want to be found. They wanted to hack into Lee Enterprises mainframe and then steal files on someone named Lee Seunghoon.” Hongjoong inhaled sharply at the name.

“Hold on, someone hired you to steal files on Lee Seunghoon?” Hongjoong anxiously glanced between the two girls.

“Yes. I destroyed their system firewalls but when I got into the system, the files weren’t there anymore. There were traces of digital sabotage in the digital files. It was irreparable, the file itself had been corrupted by someone from the outside. I couldn’t even trace who did it. The only clean copies of the files were the original paper copies. So I needed to get into Lee Entreprises file storage. I hacked the security systems of their main headquarters and broke in. I couldn’t find the files because many things seemed to have been damaged in a fire. It looked almost intentional. I didn’t have time to investigate any further, their systems were coming back online. I had to get out of there as quickly as possible.” Esperanza looked over at Artemisia watching her with caution.

“However what I didn’t know was that I didn’t cover my tracks well enough and Lee Enterprises soon discovered what I had done. They hired someone to kill me,” Artemisia grabbed Esperanza’s arm gently before Esperanza glanced down to her partner’s hand and shook her head softly. “Artemisia saved me. After that, we formed a duo to survive together.”

Esperanza looked back up at the men in front of her. “I didn’t know what Lee Enterprises was until a few months ago. After I found out who they truly were, I fully realized the extent of what I had done. Every week, a new threat would appear wherever we lived. No matter where we moved, or how quickly, they always found us. However, once we accepted the gala hit, the one where you kidnapped us, they just stopped. The threats disappeared almost instantly.”

Esperanza slowly removed Artemisia’s hand from her arm. “I’m afraid that you all may be in danger if they find out you have me here. If you let me go, they may leave you alone. However, you must promise to protect Artemisia if I leave. She never was the target of their threats, but her background from her childhood makes her a target for ‘aggressive recruitment’.”

“Esperanza, no. You promised when we teamed up that we would survive together. If you go, I go with you.” Artemisia pleaded with her partner. Esperanza protected her by not telling Hongjoong and Yeosang the full story, but that also could put the two of them at risk. If ATEEZ found out she had been hired by Lee Enterprises to kill Esperanza, they may kill Artemisia or force her onto the streets, alone.

“No, neither of you are leaving. Not until we know everything that you know. And everything we need to know about you.” Hongjoong looked at Esperanza, scanning her face. “What did you find about Lee Sunghoon?”

“Just that he was the son of the CEO of Lee Enterprises, who also happens to be the leader of the Lee family mafia. It said he was killed in a freak car accident a few years ago.”

“Good, they don’t know then.” Esperanza jumped when Yeosang spoke. He had been so quiet when she was talking, Esperanza had forgotten he was even there. “Briar did a better job than we originally thought.”

“They don’t know what? Who’s Briar?”

“That Lee Sunghoon is alive, and with us.” Hongjoong spoke in a hushed tone as Yeosang came to stand behind him. Esperanza’s head whipped back to face Hongjoong.

“Lee Sunghoon is alive?!”

Silently, Yeosang sat beside Hongjoong, facing the women. Yeosang looked down at the pair watching him carefully. “Yes, he is here now,” Artemisia examined Yeosang’s face. Something about his features was familiar, a vague recollection of an older, deadly man hunting her down for a job he considered vital.

She sucked in a breath in surprise.

“No way.”

#squishywrites #bloodline au #ateez au #ateez mafia au #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez yeosang #yeosang

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birdwonder · 4 years

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Prompt anon here for your daily dose of prompts! Today's prompt: Ice cream date with Ghiaccio.

|| every time i see a post or a request about Ghiaccio i grow stronger. ( also thank u for giving me an excuse to write for him, prompt anon

Ghiaccio | Gelato

Bustling streets, time to spare and a sun glaring down like the wrath of a fiery god on a scorching summer day - it was only natural you went out for ice-cream.

Ghiaccio, being the argumentative man that he was, had complained nonstop about leaving the cool, shaded room of his house in place for the sweltering outside, not even stopping when you had offered ever so kind to pay for anything that he wanted. Of course, no matter how much he moaned and groaned, he still went along just for the sake of being with you.

The Italian heat was merciless that day but you made sure not to let it get to you. A wide smile was plastered on your face and you didn’t have a care in the world as you walked down the streets with your pinkie finger loosely hooked around your boyfriend’s, who was still too cautious about showing any public displays of affection in public. You understood that really. It was obvious to anyone at first meeting that Ghiaccio was neither friendly nor affectionate and he was not meant to have that appearance either, not when he worked for the mafia. So, as any loving partner would, you let him be himself with the satisfying knowledge that as soon as you two got home, his hands would not leave you alone for a second.

“You know, you can smile everyone once in a while,” you teased lightly, turning your head just a little to look up at the scowling man who’s glasses seemed to comedically steam up from his sharp exhaling and the surrounding heat, causing you to laugh a little. Snapping his head at both your comment and laughter, Ghiaccio glared down at you for mocking him, to which you giggled more at seeing as his eyes were hard to make out through the mist on his glasses.

“I know I can, I just don’t want to.” The man retorted bluntly, shoving his hand into his trouser pocket to pull out a small cloth specifically for his glasses and slowing his steps to clean the lenses; also so he wouldn’t easily run into anything whilst his spectacles were off. Already missing the minimal contact with the two of you, you held out your hand to him and opened and closed it multiple times, almost in a ‘gimme’ motion. “Tch, what are you? A child? Walk by your damn self, you’re the whole reason I need to keep cleaning my glasses anyways, what with you wanting a stupid ice cream.”

“Ooor,” you grinned, hands now held behind your back innocently, “is it because I’m so hot?”

He gave you a disappointed, almost digusted, look. “Shut up.” Again, you chortled at his answer and even more so at the fact he had blushed at what you said since he knew full what that you were too good looking to be true.

The rest of your walk went by pretty smoothly for the most part, a cool breeze coming by at one point that the two of you relished in, and in no time you were standing by on of your favourite gelato stands in the whole of the city. Maybe even the whole country if you were so bold to incline!

“Aah, I don’t know what to pick!” Your fretting had irked Ghiaccio, the taller watching you scanned the menu up and down a thousand times before he placed his hand on top of your head in a claw-like gesture and shook it a little.

“You had a whole walk to think about it! Don’t tell me we have to wait hours just for you to pick what fucking flavour you want - just pick one and go!” He scoffed at your frown and rolled his eyes, unimpressed by your struggling, “we have ice cream at home anyways, I don’t know why we had to come all the way out here.”

Huffing, you nudged his side with your elbow and throw up your hands in an exasperated manner. “Well sooorrry I wanted to spend time with the best boyfriend in the world with my favourite treat! God, next you’ll be asking why I’m dating you in the first place.”

Ah, there you go again, too cute and kind for this world. Ghiaccio really didn’t know what he did to deserve you and he was certain that he should just disappear into the night one day to let you find someone better than him. Yet he didn’t. He loved you way too much and he knew the feeling as mutual.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just...pick one.” It was probably way too obvious how happy it made him to hear those words, whether it be because of his mouth twitching into a smile or his light blush.

You tapped your chin a few times before finally settling your eyes on a flavour you thought would be good. Finally!

Two fingers was all you needed to hold up to allow the vendor to understand how many you were going to ask for. The moustached, jolly man gleefully taking hold of two cones and clean scooper, ready to take your order.

“One bubblegum gelato scoop and a uhhh,”

“Pistachio.”

“Pista- eew. You sure?”

“Shut up.”

The vendor chuckled at the two of you’s banter, shaking his head. “Oh to be in love. One bubblegum and a pistachio, coming right up.”

When the gelato was ready and handed over, you graciously took hold of your’s while the plan to pay for both was quickly thrown out the window by Ghiaccio slamming down the needed amount onto the counter. “Keep any change,” he mumbled before taking hold of his own cone and stalking off a good ten to twenty metres away so he could stand underneath the comforting shade of a tree.

With a final smile to the vendor, you waved goodbye and headed over to stand by your grumpy partner, already licking away at your scoop of gelato.

“So what made you finally pick a flavour?” Ghiaccio asked, eyes more focused on you than the treat in his hands.

Holding up the cone in hand, you closed one eye to make the scoop of blue bubblegum line up perfectly beside the blue haired males head, shrugging as you grinned, “no particular reason. Just reminded me of something equally as tasty.”

It didn’t even take five seconds for him to understand what you meant. He furrowed his brows and used his free hand to shove your one away from his direction, his volume rising, “don’t mock me! You’re lucky I even came out here with you at all.”

You wanted to laugh in response but couldn’t when a cold, blue fluff bumped into your nose and staining it the treat’s respective colour. Then you laughed at that.

Your boyfriend looks with disbelief at how smiley you can be, knowing full well he would have yelled if he had been in your place, and groaned,“ugh, nothing comes easy with you.” He stepped closed to you, taking hold of your chin and bringing you towards him as he lowered his head down. It was obvious what he was going to do, yet your breath was caught due to the fact it was him of all people who would do it.

His tongue flicked out quickly to wipe away what was on your nose, luckily not much having been spread since gelato was much harder than typical ice cream. It felt warm and a sharp contrast to the chilled feeling on your nose, the sensation heating your face in no time. Still, you had to be immature.

“Eew, Ghia! That was so gross.”

That only made him fluster and back away quickly, his annoyed attitude masking hims embarrassment. “Shut up! Not like we had any napkins on us anyway.” Excuses.

Humming in agreement, you nodded,“yeah but still, it was gross. Kinda cute though.”

He made no effort in responding to you and shook his head, going back to eating his gelato. He really just goes in and bites it sometimes, huh? If you tried that, your front teeth would die from the cold and you’d have a certain brain freeze. Then again, you doubt Ghiaccio was even easily affected by the cold, what with how his stand worked.

It took a good while for the two of you to finish and once you had, you both decided that the better option was to return to Ghiaccio’s house seeing as there wasn’t much you two could do in the scorching heat, especially not without any complaints from a certain someone.

Walking home would be just as sweat inducing and long as it was to come here, and Ghiaccio was already pulling out the cloth from his pocket to wipe his glasses, yet you were still excited to try and link your pinkies and spend the whole time in your grump’s company.

#ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #jjba x reader #request #man says shut up too much #he do love u tho

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 4 years

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Help a Zomboy Out

@dapperappleton asked: Heyo! If you do Robbie, can you do one with him and the reader where the reader comforts him after Anti is mean to him or something? If not that’s fine since I know Robbie isn’t that popular. Love your stuff!🖤💚

Summary: Anti hurts Robbie and you help stitch the poor boy back together.

Warnings: Gore, swearing

Characters: Robbie + Reader, Anti

Words: 1,451

Midday sunlight filtered through the pale kitchen curtains of Jack’s house and fell softly onto the dark marble countertop of the island where you were making yourself some lunch. You were mostly focused on the sandwich in front of you, but you had one ear focused on the sounds coming from the living room adjacent. Only a few minutes ago, you heard Anti glitch in and plop himself down on the couch in front of the TV. He didn’t turn it on, he rarely did. More than likely, he was sitting, enjoying the silence, and twirling his knife around. As long as he was doing that, he wasn’t a danger to anyone, but it didn’t hurt to keep an eye on him anyway. Or, in this case, an ear.

You heard the back door close, accompanied by the shuffling footsteps of your favorite zombie.

“Aaantiii,” he moaned, and your brow furrowed in confusion. Robbie and Anti didn’t get along in the slightest, and the undead usually did everything in his power to avoid the demon, so why was he calling out for him?

You put your butter knife down and wiped your hands, then stepped around the island and into the hall just in time to see Robbie disappear through the living room archway. He was leaving a trail of blood and bile in his wake. That was never a good sign.

“Aaantiii,” he moaned again.

“Ew!” you heard the demon exclaim in reply. “What the fuck!?”

You rushed forward, hopping over the mess and into the room. Robbie was slowly stalking toward Anti, holding something in arms. His back was to you, so you couldn’t see what he had, but if the string of intestines dragging along behind him was anything to go by, you could make a guess that it probably wasn’t a lovely bouquet of flowers.

Anti was brandishing his knife at Rob, holding it defensively in front of him in an attempt to stop the zombie. Why he thought that would work was beyond you. Robbie couldn’t feel pain, so being stabbed wasn’t much of a threat.

“Aaantiii. Heeelp…” Robbie wailed pitifully.

“Get away from me, freak!” Anti warned. “That’s fucking disgusting!”

Rob tripped over the entrails at his feet and lurched forward, falling into Anti who pushed him away with a string of colorful swears. Zombies aren’t known for having good balance, so that one firm shove sent the zombie toppling backward. His feet came out from under him and he crashed to the floor, his entrails slipping from his arms and spilling out all over him and onto the floor.

The zombie let out the most heart-wrenching moan you had ever heard in your life, a culmination of all the pain that Anti has put him through vocalized in a wail. You were sure that sound was the closest Robbie could get to sobbing, and it made your heart break for him.

“What the fuck, Anti?” you snapped as you closed the distance between you and knelt down next to Rob. “He needs help, you prick.”

Anti scoffed and scowled down at you, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping his blade. “Well he doesn’t fucking need it from me,” he growled, and then glitched violently before disappearing.

“Jackass,” you cursed him under your breath as you turned your attention to Robbie.

He was sitting with his legs outstretched in front of him, desperately trying to gather his intestines.

“Don’t worry, bud, I’ll help you out. Hang tight.”

You jumped to your feet and rushed out of the room toward what Schneep referred to as “The Infirmary”. It would have the supplies you needed to patch up your friend.

You pushed the thick wooden door into the infirmary open and stepped inside, reaching over to switch on the light. The soft yellow glow from the ceiling light was pleasantly different from the bright fluorescents that hospitals usually used, but the pristine nature of the room was almost the same. Everything was spotless - clinical - and the air smelled faintly of antiseptic.

Your eyes swept over the room, taking in the twin bed with crisp sheets in the corner, next to which stood a metal tray on wheels. There was a wooden desk against the far wall, and on the wall to the right stood a large metal cabinet. There were various other cupboards hanging on the walls, as well as a couple of landscape paintings, a counter with sink, and some other medical supplies here and there, such as an aneroid monitor and a heart rate monitor.

You strode over to the large metal cabinet and pushed around the supplies on the shelves, looking for thread. It took you a few minutes, and multiple cabinets, but you finally found a small wooden chest in one of the bottom desk drawers. You pulled it out and set it on the desk, flicking the latch and opening it up to find a colorful assortment of carpet thread stored within, as well as a couple of clean pairs of gloves, some scissors, and a collection of needles.

You closed the chest and tucked it under your arm, then made your way out of the room, making sure to close the door behind you. Schneep hated when people left the infirmary door open. You jogged back to the living room to find Robbie sitting with his legs crossed, hunched forward, and looking utterly downtrodden.

“I’m back!” you called cheerfully in an attempt to brighten his mood somewhat.

You sat in front of him and slightly to the side so that you weren’t on his intestines, and opened the box once more.

“Let’s get you put back together,” you said, turning the chest around so that he could see inside. “What color would you like me to use?” you asked him.

He scanned the assortment of thread slowly, his dead eyes barely moving, and then he reached a rotting hand up to point at a spool of dark purple thread. You plucked it from the container and held it up to make sure that was the correct one. He nodded.

“Alright, can you lay on your back for me so I can put all this back where it goes?”

It took him a moment to register what you had said, but finally, he shifted his weight and slid down to lay on his back, perpendicular to you. You grabbed a pair of clean gloves and pulled them on, then started sorting through his entrails, untangling them and tucking them back into his abdomen. You worked diligently, pulling and unraveling and tucking. Occasionally, Robbie would grab a handful of entrails and hand them to you. You would accept them with a “thank you”, brush them off as best you could, and put them back in place.

Once everything was back where it was supposed to be, you peeled off the gloves and exchanged them for a clean pair, then threaded a needle with Robbie’s chosen thread. You pinched the wound closed and patiently sewed him back together, all the while being watched by milky, dead eyes. Somehow, he got a horizontal cut across his belly. It was fairly clean, so he must have stumbled into something sharp. You wouldn’t be surprised if Anti himself had cut the poor zombie open. That would also explain why Robbie had tried to get him to fix it instead of coming to you in the first place.

“Hey Robs, how did this happen?” you asked, glancing over at him as you worked. He caught your eye, and you could see your reflection in his glass-like gaze.

“Plaaaaay…” he moaned.

“You were playing?” you asked to confirm.

“Yeeessss. Plaaaaay.”

“Were you playing alone?”

“Aaaantiii…”

You sighed. Of course it was Anti. Just once, you were hoping it wasn’t.

“You were playing with Anti.”

He nodded the best a zombie could.

“Did Anti cut you open?”

He nodded again. “Robbie… wanted… plaaaay…”

You finished closing his wound, tied off the thread and used the small scissors included in the “stitch Robbie together” kit to snip the line.

“I’m sorry Anti hurt you, Robs,” you said, tucking a hand under his back to help him sit up. “I’ll talk to him. He can’t do things like that.”

“Thank… youuu,” he groaned running his fingers over the new stitches.

“Of course, Robbie.”

He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your neck. He reeked of death, but you didn’t mind. You hugged him back, squeezing him tight, but not enough to make anything else fall off.

“I… love… youuu…” he said, nuzzling into your neck.

You chuckled and rubbed his back.

“I love you, too, bud.”

#robbie the zombie #robbie the zombie x reader #robbie x reader #anti x reader #antisepticeye x reader #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye egos fanfiction #robbie the zombie fanfiction #antisepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye x reader

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rykerandersdrabbles · 3 years

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Drabble 44

Blood, Growling and Snowing - March 3, 2021

Ryker usually didn't panic when he was put into crazy situations, after all the job he worked every day was notorious for making him uncomfortable so he had grown accustomed to it. Today was different though, it wasn't like Ryker didn't grow up on a ranch and couldn't handle the outdoors, the vibe he was getting right now was off though, his mind was racing in multiple directions. What was out there and were they actually being hunted? Had everyone else been attacked and taken off somewhere? He had always thought those scary horror movies about what happens in the woods were never true, but they could be. People had always reported seeing Bigfoot even though that was some kind of myth. Ryker glanced around, seeing nothing but trees surrounding them, it was still lightly snowing and it just seemed gloomy and as if something was definitely going down. He stopped and turned to her to answer her question. "I'm not really sure what I found, there are some pretty big claw marks on a tree, but Chas." He paused and took a quick deep breath. "I saw blood on the ground but don't panic yet.." He said trailing off the yet part because he thought that she might since this wasn't even her type of scene, to begin with. "I'm not sure whose blood it is though, I mean it could be someone from the area, but it could also be just a wounded animal." His gaze moved right past when he heard another loud noise off in the distance. He couldn't tell what it was but it did sound like it was getting closer. "Get whatever you need right now, come on." He already had his backpack over his shoulder but walked the few feet over to her table so she could get hers also. "We need to get out of here now." He said moving his gaze away from her and keeping it locked in the area where he had originally heard a couple of noises coming from. Ryker's concentration broke away from the distance he was staring into when he heard Chas' voice, at first, her question didn't really register with him as he felt like his thinking was now cloudy. 'So, you mean to tell me that there’s a creature in the woods on a killing spree?' He shook his head a little rapidly, almost enough to make himself dizzy it seemed. "I don't know what's out there Chas." His attention turned back to her to see if she had gathered her stuff and was ready to go, they needed to start moving now. Her next question kind of hit home for him. 'Before we break, I gotta ask… We are going to survive, right?' Of course, he wasn't going to answer that with a no or even a maybe. He knew that he didn't want this girl to really get scared, for one he had no idea how she would handle the truth so he had to make her believe they would be fine. "We are going to be fine Chas." That was all he could get out before he heard loud growling. What in the world was that he thought. It was so close he swore he could feel the vibration in the ground and shoot right through his body. Without even thinking he grabbed Chas' hand and tugged at her to get moving, they needed to run and run fast. "We have to go now!" Ryker picked up his pace and pulled her with him, who knows what was heading their way, but whatever it was wasn't good. After running for a few minutes he stopped and pulled her behind a large tree moving her against it and he peeked out around it to see if anything was close to them that he could see in the distance. Luckily it was still early in the day and they would have plenty of daylight left to keep moving. He moved his face back around from looking out and in front of hers. "What's going through your mind right now?" He asked as his honey hues met hers. "Are you freaking out?" That was probably the dumbest question he could ask her right now, but it just came out because maybe there could be some chance that she was handling this better than he thought she was. Ryker's gaze moved back away from Chas as he looked back from around the tree, still no sight of anything. Was this thing hunting them and why in the daylight he wondered. Maybe that's why he hadn't actually seen it yet. Since the sun was still up maybe it was just stalking them. "I don't know what you could be thinking about, maybe you think we are going to die." He stated with a little shake in his voice, this was getting very real to him. He knew he couldn't die, it wasn't his time for that again, at least not just yet. His head started to shake at her question about their friends being alright. He really had no idea about any of them. "Chas, I really don't know how to answer that, why would they just disappear and how did we not hear anything going on." His gaze stuck in the distance while he tried to watch for any signs of anything moving at all when all of a sudden he felt his body jerk uncontrollably. That noise was something so loud and nothing he had ever heard before, a mix between a howl, cry and growl now. It just sent every hair on his body to stand up in every direction possible. It scared him like a big bang would unexpected. "I've never been this deep into the woods though, I'm not sure what's out there, I can only imagine what it could be, but I do not want to stick around to find out." He glanced at the time on his watch and it was nearing later into the afternoon already, nearly five pm, it would be getting dark before they knew it. "I don't think we are going to make it out of here by dark." He said, his attention turning back to her, fear seeming to now start to take over his mind, he didn't want to say anything that would get Chas in panic mode, but this was reality and she may need to fight for her life. "Maybe we'll come across an old cabin or something, somewhere we can hideout." Ryker's attention turned away from her once something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, his gaze tried to zero in on it but he couldn't make out what he saw. "Let's go!" He said sounding worried at this point and back away from her to get moving again. Ryker's imagination was already getting the best of him, with the number of horror movies that he has seen in his days, anything could be stalking him and not just some mountain lion or bear, this thing sounded way bigger than that. "Chas, where else do you think they would have gone? They wouldn't just up and leave, we always let each other know where we are going in case someone doesn't come back then we would know to go look for them." He said with a heavy sigh, he was taking this very seriously because he knew this was out of the ordinary for the way things always happened out in the woods. You always tell people what you are doing, being so far away from help and phones not working, it was just the right thing to do. When Chas made her comment about it being a demon that really made Ryker start to think. Is this even happening for real, does stuff like this really happen out in the woods, as many times as he had been why not then, why now. Where had this 'thing' been living that it hadn't been taken care of yet, he had so many unanswered questions and no one to even ask them to. As Chas and he made their way through the path his eyes were peeled ahead of them for any kind of signs for life, anyone hurt, just anything to show him that they weren't the only two out here right now. 'If we come across a Chick-Fil-A I'm all in on that, maybe I'd finally get that date from you.’ He heard her joke with him and he knew she was trying to make light of the situation they were in. When they came up to the footprints he narrowed his gaze on them studying them for a moment. "Alright let's go, maybe it'll lead us somewhere safe." But then again it could also lead them right into more danger, besides, how many of these creatures were out in the woods right now. What if a couple of them was stalking them, he really needed to shut his brain off, or this situation was about to get the best of him. As Ryker and Chas continued along the pathway they had decided on taking, as she spoke to him it kind of went in one ear and out the other. He was way too much in his head right now to pay much more attention than his own deflected thoughts about what they were going to experience at this point. The only thing he had remotely heard was something about someone eating Chas' limbs. "What?" He said and stopped in his tracks, he had glanced over at her but something past her had caught his eye. It looked like an old abandoned house or what was left of it anyway. From what he could see it looked like some of the windows were broken and slats of wood were falling off the side. "Hey stop!" He told Chas when he brought his attention back to her and realized she didn't stop when he did. "Look there's a house." He said pointing in the direction of where he had spotted it. "Let's take a closer look." He suggested and took off walking in that direction, luckily they weren't too far from it maybe about fifty yards away. Not taking too long to make it over there Ryker stepped up onto the front porch steps, the old boards creaking below his feet with each step that he took, he thought he was about to fall through the floor for a moment it sounded so bad. Maybe there were people who already had and they were buried beneath there.. His mind was definitely playing tricks on him now. He walked up to the window next to the front door and shaded his gaze with his hands when he pushed his face against the glass to see in better. It was dimly lit, he could see furniture sitting around, it wasn't anything worth having it looked like, pretty old and falling apart. "I'm going in." He told Chas and walked around her, his hand grabbing the doorknob. "It's unlocked." He said as he twisted it and pushed it open, the creaking of the door sounded like something straight out of a horror movie. "Come on, let's see what's in here, we're going to need a place to stay for the night." Ryker glanced back at Chas to see if she was following him in at least. "Even though it looks abandoned someone could still be living here." He said as he walked straight from the living area and into the small kitchen. "Have you not seen The Goonies?" He asked glancing back at Chas, he knew the movie was a classic straight out of the eighties, she probably had never even heard of it but that was the best he could do. Throwing out a horror movie probably wouldn’t be the smart thing to do, the last thing he wanted to do was get them all creeped out. "That place looked abandoned and people were still doing stuff in the restaurant. They had a freezer full of ice cream." He said through a light laugh, he was starving and why didn’t he bring his box of donuts with him he thought. A little hesitant to actually want to look in the fridge or freezer, the place smelled rather musky and outdated. Who knew what he might actually find if he went looking through cabinets and other crooks and nannies. Of course, that didn’t stop his curious side from showing. The house definitely gave him the creeps, with each step he took the floor creaked. He wandered around for a few moments and stopped at the stairs that led up to a second landing. What if there were people up there, he also knew that the house would have a basement since most were built that way and with crawlspaces.

He stepped up to the stairs that lead up, his hand moved over the wood railing and shook it slowly, it was about to fall down. "Maybe we shouldn’t go up there." The stairs might not be able to hold their weight, they looked in really bad shape, the only way he was going up was if he had to at this point. Next to the stairs was another door, that one more than likely leading down to the basement. "I don’t have a very good feeling about this place, Chas. Just because no one is here now doesn’t mean someone can’t show up later." He said beginning to feel like they shouldn’t be there now. Ryker still wanted to look around though and see what he could find, a good chance there isn’t actually food but who knew. He ended up back in the kitchen and called Chas over to him. "Come over here, if I’m going to find some crazy stuff I’m not doing it alone." He said through a light laugh, that was actually buying him time to get himself prepared. Ryker’s brow perked up at Chas' question he really couldn’t help but laugh, this girl was definitely from the city. "A phone? I wonder who pays the bills around here, surely they want to keep their phone working even though their electricity is turned off." He said while he flipped the dead switch off and on a few times. He hadn’t even thought about eating until she mentioned she was hungry, he was way too much in his head right now. Spinning around on the old wood floor beneath his feet Ryker walked right over to the fridge, though the power was off nothing in there if anything at all would not be good obviously.

His curiosity about this place was getting the better of him now. His fingers gripped the handle on the cold door handle and he pulled it open, his honey hues, if they could, would have popped right out of his head. His free hand clutched his stomach and his other hand slammed the door closed shaking the area where the fridge was sitting, his body made an exit right out the front door. Wailing over the front porch Ryker gagged until he couldn’t any longer, his stomach was instantly in a tight knot. What he had just seen had him trying to throw up what wasn’t even in his stomach at this point. The smell alone was something that he had never experienced in his life and he had been around some pretty gruesome crime scenes in his days. Only a few seconds later he stumbled back to the door, feeling completely lightheaded from what he had just experienced. His voice was sure to be shaky when he mustered up what he was trying to get out. "Ch.. Chas.. we need to get out of here right now!" Before she had the chance to ask him anything his gaze zeroed in on the roof of the living room. "Did you hear that?" He asked in a soft whisper. "Something is up there!" Ryker was on the verge of running like a madman away from that place but he knew that he wasn’t about to just leave Chas standing there. His gaze moved to her for only a brief moment then shot past her when movement on the stairs caught his attention. "RUN!!"

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ashtheshortstack · 4 years

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take my scars & make them stars - ch 5

Rating: M Ship: Kristoff/Anna Chapter Five

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Sick Fic, Cancer Fic, Chronic Illness, Chemotherapy, Modern AU, Coffee Shop AU, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst with a happy ending, Mutual Pining, Mentions of Character Death

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Anna usually went to the coffee shop after treatments, but she decided to have a different routine that day. Surely, Kristoff wouldn’t mind if she popped in on a different day. If Anna was honest with herself, despite their constant messaging and videos…. she missed him. And she was having one of her bad days, so it’d be nice to see him. The need to see him seemed so silly since they’d just gone to the park a week prior, but Anna could never really get enough of him. She didn’t know a--whatever they had--could feel like this. She’d spent so much wasted time with Hans, but she’d never felt like this.

Never had she felt so cared for… Even from her own family. Sure, Elsa tried her best now. And it wasn’t her fault she was kept away when they were children. But, her sister had stayed a little distant until the diagnosis. Which was probably because of Hans, and Anna didn’t blame her for that.

Anna was grateful that Elsa opened her door to her when she said she was leaving Hans. She was glad Gerda and her sister still wanted to be with her after she left, despite both of them warning her that Hans was bad news. They probably believed she would eventually come to her senses. And hoped she would move on. And although Anna hadn’t expected to move on so quickly after such a long term relationship, it was like a breath of fresh air. Even though… if she were honest with herself, the time with Hans hadn’t felt like a relationship in years. It had just become a regular constant in her life. Not actually anything with true meaning anymore.

So, walking into the coffee shop and seeing that familiar smoothed back ginger hair had Anna completely disoriented. Her chest tightened as she swallowed thickly. There was a familiar crowd of frat boys at the table, including those two guys--Erik and Francis--that Hans had started to hang out with frequently right before their break-up. There were cute sorority girls attached to their arms, smiling and laughing along with them in their seats. There must’ve been some event nearby, and they’d all stopped by for coffee.

Of course, Anna rationally knew by living in the same college town that there was a chance of running into Hans. Arendelle was big but not that big. But she just didn’t think it’d happen. She’d gone months without seeing him, so he’d not really been on her radar. What were the chances he’d show up in the very coffee shop her new, uh, not boyfriend worked at?

Kristoff saw her when she entered, and while he seemed a bit stunned to see her, he grinned fondly--completely unaware of the mental collapse she was experiencing. Anna kept glancing in Hans’ direction, hoping he wouldn’t notice her. She forced a small smile, and instead of approaching the counter, she pointed to the table that they normally occupied during her visits. Kristoff furrowed his brows, looking a bit concerned, but nodded anyway.

She returned the gesture and headed towards the seat. Anna huddled herself in the corner, busying with her phone in an attempt to avoid drawing any attention. God, she wanted to kick herself for not wearing makeup that day… or just dressing up at all. She hadn’t felt great that day to begin with, that’s part of the reason she’d wanted so badly to see Kristoff to cheer her up. She’d just left her house in an Arendelle University sweatshirt with leggings and comfy running shoes. And one of her beanies, of course. She was full “sick girl” style… and it pissed her off that Hans could see her in such a state. Anna wanted him to know she was strong, didn’t need him, and was fighting her cancer just fine. In fact, she’d felt better than she ever had. The therapy included in her treatments worked wonders… It was group therapy, but it helped to rant about Hans in the times she needed it.

Her eyes kept flickering around as she scrolled through her phone. Not really reading the content in front of her, she was mostly paranoid about being seen. She felt her blood boil when she recognized the blonde girl she’d caught him macking on the day of her diagnosis. There was part of her that wanted to confront him. To call him out on what a bastard he was.

But she couldn’t. It wasn’t a battle she wanted to fight. Anna just wanted to enjoy her day, despite how utterly drained she felt.

Kristoff’s gaze never left her. That frown was plastered on his lips. She knew he could tell something was wrong. That was just one of his many quirks: reading her like a book. Anna watched him as he called Ryder over to take the register and he stalked over to her, apron and name tag still on and everything. Quickly, he pulled up a seat next to her and looked her over.

“Okay, what’s wrong?”

Anna simply shakes her head. The last thing she wants to do is to upset him while he’s working. She knows how fierce Kristoff’s sneer is, and she doesn’t want to get him fired for glaring down a paying customer. “It’s nothing. J-Just a lot of people in here is all.”

The blonde scoffs at that. “You got that right. They had a fall festival event for the Greek organizations at the park,” he smirked leaning in to her. “You would not believe how many pumpkin spice lattes I’ve had to make in the last hour.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at that. Pushing him gently back by his shoulder, Anna smiled up at him. “When is your break?”

“In about twenty minutes? But if you need me, I’m yours, okay?”

Her heart fluttered at that. Nodding, she agreed. “Yeah.”

Kristoff gave a gentle squeeze to her shoulder with a reassuring smile. Giving her one more once over, he seemed hesitant to leave her, but he stood and went back to work.

Despite her spike in anxiety, he really had helped her calm down. At least a little. She felt safe when he was there, but now she felt exposed to the world again. So, she returned to scrolling through her phone. If only she had earbuds so she could drown out the crowd. But she was pretty sure she’d forgotten them on the counter.

Her phone suddenly chimed, startling her but when she saw the ID was Elsa, she instantly answered.

“Hello?”

“Anna, where are you?”

Blinking, she was a bit stunned by her sister’s harsh tone. “I’m at Arendelle Roasts, why?”

“Did you cook something?”

“Uh, yeah? I wanted to lighten the load on Gerda since I was at home all day and baked the chicken for dinner ahead of time.”

“You left the oven on.”

“Oh. Oh, God, Elsa… I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean--I’m so--ugh!” Anna grimaced, smacking herself in the face. God, chemo brain was so stupid! So, not only had she left her earbuds on the counter, she’d also almost burned the house down. Fuck, could this day get any worse!?

“Hey, hey, hey--calm down, Anna, it’s okay. No one got hurt. Just double check from now on, okay?”

“Okay… I just--I’m sorry, it’s only the afternoon and this has already been a horrible day.”

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you with Kristoff?”

Anna tapped the table, glancing her in her ex-fiance’s direction, glad to see his back was still to her. “Yeah, it’s who else is here. Uh--you-know-who.”

“Hans is there!?”

“Yes. And he hasn’t seen me yet, and I’m just trying to keep it that way.”

“Do you want me to come get you?”

“No. I’ll be fine.”

After a few more brief reassurances from her sister, they exchanged “love you”s and “goodbye”. When she hung up the phone, she was grateful that she was still alone. There was a small glance from Kristoff, but she just grinned at him and he bobbed his head before returning to customers. It was very crowded. She was lucky their table wasn’t taken when she walked in. Kristoff and Ryder were busy bees as they sped through multiple orders. Their teamwork was impeccable, really. Anna wasn’t sure how on earth Kristoff would be able to take his break.

She was so lost in watching the boys work that when Hans suddenly stood, it completely startled her. Gasping, she hurriedly looked down at her phone, hoping he hadn’t noticed her. He was at the counter, ordering something else it seemed. When he turned towards her, Anna felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. She glanced up fully, and Hans was staring at her. He arched a brow, squinting harshly at her as he slowly processed who she was. It disgusted her to see Kristoff speak so politely to her ex as he handed over the drink. Hans’ expression changed to that fake pretty boy smile as he thanked him for the drink. But she saw the way his eyes changed, the way his lips quirked into a smirk as he meandered towards her seat.

Feeling her eyes widen, she went back to piddling on her phone. She could just pretend she had no idea who he was. Maybe, he’d think she was some other girl with cancer? The treatment center was highly regarded around the country, so there were a lot of patients in the area. Anna just lucked out with living in such a prosperous town.

Hans pulled out the chair, sitting down in front of her with that smarmy look on his face. She ignored him. Not even sparing him a glance.

“Well, this is the last place I expected to see you,” he said with a chuckle.

His voice made her skin crawl. She hid her flinch pretty well, she was sure. Anna still didn’t pay him any mind and casually played a word game on her phone. Maybe her constant swiping would pester him enough to leave. He usually had a problem with the way she did anything.

Tapping the table, Hans took a sip of his drink. “You could at least acknowledge me, Anna. You’re lucky I’m even speaking to you while you look like that.”

Anna decided to muster her best Kristoff scowl as she slowly lowered her phone. She kept her gaze hard, lips in a harsh frown. “What do you want ?” she growled with as much venom as she could muster.

His brow twitched. “That’s rude. Is this how you treat all of the men who spare you a glance?”

“Too bad you’re not a man, you’re just a cheating coward,” Anna said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

Hans laughed at her words. Which fueled her anger even more. “Such big bad words for someone who looks like she can’t even fight off a fly.”

“Everything is about appearances for you, isn’t it!?” she spat, standing quickly.

Anna felt her nostrils flare, her body shook as hot hatred brewed inside her. Heart pounding, her hands clenched against the table. And while Hans seemed a bit shocked at the display, he still didn’t move. He would learn that she wasn’t that meek little girl she manipulated for far too many years despite how she looked on the outside.

She wasn’t even sure when Kristoff got there.

“Excuse me, is there a problem here?” he asked, voice cool and professional despite the anger Anna recognized in his eyes.

He was glancing at Anna seeming to beg for an answer, but she just crossed her arms. Staring her ex-fiance down with as much fury as she could.

Hans waved him off. “Oh, nothing to be concerned about. Her bark is far worse than her bite.”

Kristoff’s lips parted at his words, brows shooting past his bangs. “Uh, do you know her?”

“This is Hans. My ex-fiance,” she murmured.

The blonde gaped. “Your what?”

Hans snorted. “Yes, it’s embarrassing to even admit I was with someone like you. You know I’ve always had more of a preference for blondes? Maybe, if you had looked a little more like Elsa, I would’ve found you sexier.”

Kristoff’s jaw snapped shut and clenched. If Hans didn’t shut up, Anna was worried her ex may get decked. Not that she would complain. But Kristoff was working, and that would definitely not look good with his boss.

Shaking her head, Anna scoffed. “Oh, c’mon. You’re pathetic if you think you can goad me.”

“Goad you into what? I’m not afraid of a fragile, desperate, little wallflower like you. Do you know how much it pained me to deal with you for all those years when I didn’t even get the pay out? And I already knew how I wanted to spend our money.” he smirked.

She knew what he was doing. Trying to manipulate her into reacting. Into doing what he wanted. Forcing her into acting. Just as always, trying to be the victim. Make her look like the aggressor to the crowd of people.

He can’t hurt me anymore , she reminded herself. His words meant nothing. Hans Westergaard was nothing to her.

“Look at yourself, Anna. All you ever wanted was for someone to love you and now? What man would ever desire someone like you?”

Kristoff’s hand slammed onto the table, startling both of them, and a few customers at nearby tables. “I would,” he snarled. Anna’s breath caught in her throat. A flood of emotions began to overwhelm her. Gripping Hans by the arm, the blonde brought him to a stand. “I would appreciate it if you’d leave, sir. I’m sure my boss would not be too pleased to hear you’re harassing one of our favorite customers.”

Hans glanced between the two of them before jerking his arm away. “I see. Well, don’t expect any more business from any of us,” he retorted with a glare.

“I can live with that.”

As Hans began to move away, Anna’s feet were suddenly moving on their own. She hadn’t thought through her actions. She didn’t know what came over her. But there was a sick sense of satisfaction when she smacked Hans’ cup in his hand, making him pour the contents all over his clothes. He shouted, gaining more attention from the crowded shop. There was a chorus of laughter from his Greek comrades as Hans flicked coffee off his hands and looked down at his ruined shirt.

“You bitch,” he hissed taking a step towards her.

But Kristoff was faster, getting between the two of them. “Touch her, and you answer to me.” His voice was deep and dark. The fire in those honey-brown eyes spoke more volumes than his words ever could.

Anna blinked innocently. “I’m sorry. I get muscle spasms sometimes. It’s a side effect from chemo,” she chimed loud enough for the witnesses to hear.

With a glare, Hans straightened out his shirt, standing taller and stomping back over to his friends. They quickly gathered, standing and leaving the shop as some of the girls went back to buy a few sweets to go. When he was finally out of the coffee shop, Anna felt her shoulders deflate. Her wobbly legs somehow led her back to a chair as she practically collapsed into it.

She knew the spike in blood pressure was not good for her. But she was so proud of herself. Even though… she honestly just wanted to cry. Her eyes watered, tearing pricking the corners as she quickly wiped them away.

Kristoff’s expression was almost unreadable. There were so many emotions etched along his face. With a sigh, he turned to her. “Are you okay?”

Sniffling, she nodded. “Yeah.”

He cocked a brow. “I’ll be back.”

When he walked off, Anna felt her heart plummet to her stomach. She should’ve told Kristoff about Hans much sooner. She was kicking herself for not being honest with him. It was just something she wasn’t fond of talking about. Just springing “hey, i was engaged!” on someone wasn’t a reasonable thing to do. Especially not in a relationship that wasn’t labeled yet.

Anna was stunned to see Kristoff come around the corner in his regular clothes. No apron or name tag in sight. He bobbed his head towards the door. “Let’s go.”

“Go? Go where? What about your shift?”

“I have time I can put in. Honeymaren is already here in the back to cover for me. I’m taking you home.”

Her eyes went wide. “Oh, God, Kristoff. I’m so sorry. I’m totally disrupting your life. I didn’t mean--”

Taking her hands, he pulled Anna to a stand. “Hey, hey, none of that. We’ll talk on the way, okay?”

Anna nodded. “Okay…”

o~o~o~o

They didn’t talk on the way. The truck ride to her home was awkwardly silent. Anna couldn’t help but feel like Kristoff was upset with her. And he had every right to be. She just waltzed into the coffee shop while he was working, had a confrontation with her ex-fiance he didn’t even know about, then forced him to leave his shift early to take her home. It was completely justified if he was furious with her.

When they reached her home, Kristoff put the truck into park. Before she could change her mind, Anna turned to him. “Do you want to come in?”

He seemed stunned, but nodded nonetheless.

Anna opened the door, grateful when she noted there was no one there to ask questions as to why he was here. Kristoff followed her up the stairs as she guided him to her room. He seemed just as in awe of the inside of her home as he had of the outside. Hopping on the bed, Anna patted the place across from her so they could talk face to face about this.

She crossed her legs as Kristoff mirrored her position and looked at her. He sat silently, waiting for her to speak. It took a few moments for her to gather her courage, but Kristoff never rushed her. He just sat patiently as he always did.

Finally, she sucked in a breath. “Hans and I met in high school. I was young and dumb and desperate for a happily ever after. People talk about how romantic it is to marry your high school sweetheart, so I convinced myself that’s what we were,” Anna gazed down at her lap, watching her thumbs fiddle in her lap. “It was all a lie. Hans was so, ugh, convincing . I believed every word he said. I believed him when he told me I was a bad girlfriend if I didn’t do as he wanted. I’d never been in a relationship, how was I supposed to know? As you saw today… Hans was only with me because I have money. And don’t get me wrong his family is loaded, but he didn’t want to have to share with his brothers.”

Kristoff was nodding, absorbing her words like a sponge. “So, what happened? How’d you get out?”

“I had been miserable since we graduated. As soon as he started college, he got worse. More...manipulative than before. Loved drama. Knew how to get under my skin and pick a fight. I knew he was cheating on me, but I just kept pretending he wasn’t. It was just too much. Then… I got diagnosed. And I knew if I was going to be in the fight of my life, then I didn’t want to spend it with Hans. Plus, like hell would I let him get my money if I didn’t make it.”

Snorting at that, he agreed. “True,” he said. She watched him purse his lips, seeming to think something over. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Anna smiled sadly. “I planned to. I just never felt like I had a reasonable opportunity. Our first date already had such heavy discussions that I didn’t want the added bonus of ‘hey, I had a fiance’ on top of it. I just never wanted to ruin the moment.”

“I understand.”

Sighing, she felt her shoulders deflate. “I’m sorry for all the shit I caused today. This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out.”

Kristoff chuckled at that, nervously scratching at his neck. “It was a shock, for sure. But you have nothing to apologize for. You were so badass.”

“Really?” she giggled, hugging herself slightly.

“Yeah. And when smacked his coffee on him? I had to try so hard not to laugh.”

Anna busted a breathy laugh. “It felt pretty great. You know… the day I left I punched him in the face.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah…”

“God, you’re amazing.”

They shared a small laugh, but suddenly… Anna felt all of the anger and hatred she felt for Hans bubbling to the surface. All of the horrid things he’d said to her floated in her head. Despite not caring for Hans for a long time, what he said still hurt. It hadn’t been too long ago that he was still a part of her life. When she still let him control her. And she didn’t want to give him that power over her again, but it was hurtful anyway.

She felt herself fall silent, hugging herself tighter and looking away from him.

“What’s wrong?”

Anna gave a bitter hiss. “I just… He basically admitted that I was nothing to him. Even said I wasn’t as pretty as Elsa and said that I’m even worse off now. It’s so disgusting. It makes me so angry that I let him touch me when he didn’t even find me attractive. That I gave him my virginity. He didn’t deserve me like that. And I deserved better.”

Crawling towards her, Kristoff came to sit beside her. His hand rubbed comforting circles on her back. “You’re right, he never deserved you. But you made the right decision for yourself in getting out. I’m grateful you’re here now. I… I really like being with you, Anna.”

“Me too,” she smiled up at him. “You have no idea how much you’ve helped me through all of this.”

“I’m glad I can be here for you,” he said. His smile was so sweet and genuine. She’d never seen someone whose honesty was plastered on their face.

Anna felt her cheeks heat a little as she leaned in closer. She noticed his eyes flick to her lips and back to her eyes. It had her heart pounding. Was he going to kiss her? Did he want to? She wanted to…

Kristoff cupped her cheek, pulling her in slightly before closing the gap between them. The kiss was featherlight. Barely just a brush of their lips together. But it was enough to have her eyes fluttering shut, and leaning into his touch as he deepened the kiss. She sighed, letting out a small, happy hum. Kristoff chuckled in response, laughing against her lips.

For an absolutely shitty day… Anna decided it didn’t end as badly as it began.

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