#worse comes to worst i won't get far & i'll just have to wait until the update comes out for switch to see the new content

[wildflowercryptid]

black cat bitches, we've finally won.

#I CAN FINALLY HAVE A CAT LIKE MY IRL ONE IN THE GAME WITHOUT MODS!!!! #anyways i'm starting a new file for the update we'll see how far i get #so if you guys don't hear me for a few hours... uh this is why #worse comes to worst i won't get far & i'll just have to wait until the update comes out for switch to see the new content #since i already have most of the game completed on there #stardew valley #mj.txt

[bbyblueetypes]

MAFIA STORY PT 1

This is a story featuring @gatheringofsuffering / @sufferingsthegame ‘s ocs and my own! Its one of many parts of a mafia based story, let me know what you think.

TW [Implied] Pedophilia

The sky was dark, only lit by a million stars and the quarter moon that sat perfectly between them all. My back against the cool familiar concrete of the roof we met on every night as I stared into the speckles scattered above me. My phone laid flat on the concrete, silent. He always shows up, or at the very least he texts. Most people wouldn't give it a second thought, they wait patiently for a text or for them to come home. No one would think the worst in just a few hours, a day even. But I know otherwise, I know him.. I've been running every scenario in my head. Over and over again. And every single one has led me back to the same conclusion. I know I can't be rash.. not just yet. but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to run through every alley, pick every bar fight and check every building in sight until my legs are burning and my head throbs. The sick feeling in my stomach won't go away, it sits at the bottom like a boulder and the continuous nauseous feeling gets worse with every breath. The buzzing of my phone makes my hand move like a flash of light. I grab it, hoping for a miracle and inevitably being disappointed again when the notification wasn't his name. My eyes dart to the top of the screen to read the time. 1:32am. It's later than usual. It's been about a whole day now, a whole day hes been missing. Where did you go? I can't take it any longer. I need to get answers.

I sat on the edge of the rooftop overlooking the buildings below and kicking my feet a bit. My brain is racing with all the information for my newest case. Trying to piece all of them together for Braxton. He never liked doing the thinking himself, it always pleased him more when i brought him the information already put together for him. Pleasing him helped me keep my status. pleasing him was practically all I lived for at this point.

“Hiya Blue”

Except him. My head turns in the direction of the familiar voice. There he stands only a few feet from me making his way in my direction, his emerald green hair falling against his forehead. He always kept it longer, enough to put into a small little pony tail if he wanted to. The thought amused me a little. He wasn't very tall, or well built like most men I've met in the mafia business. Sometimes I wonder how he ever made it so far. But he was smart, I guess I'll give him that. He used his younger look to his advantage and he used it well. God if he told me he was 13 I would've believed him. He always boasted about how he didn't have a group he worked for, how he worked for himself. God, how I envied him for it too. I hated him in fact . Braxton always told me never to trust someone like him, they were always out to get us. If I trusted them too much theyd ruin everything we've worked for, they'd hurt me. I hated him for a while, some would go as far to say we were enemies. Sometimes I still do. I watch his dark brown eyes scan me as he walks, probably out of habit I think. In case I'm armed, which I always am. He knows this.

“Hey Green, get bored of life without me so soon?” I tease him slightly. Which earns me a small smirk.

“Oh yea lifes sooooo fucking boring, i was almost gonna die if you werent on this roof” he speaks sarcastically. He always knows how to push my buttons with his sly comments and snarky attitude.

“Well get to dying asshole, I was just leaving” I say as I lift my legs over the concrete siding to the roof and turn myself around, now facing him before jerking myself off the siding to stand. He pouts his stupid pretty lip as he watches me and crosses his arms a bit

“already? But i just got here”

“well should've got here sooner, green” I smirk a bit as i walk by him, tapping the pad of my pointer finger under his chin as i walk by him. He rolls his eyes but i catch a glimpse of his small smirk

“I have a life, you know, not my fault you don't. Standing on the roof waiting for me all day”. God hes fucking annoying.

“I don't wait for anyone. Certainly not you, in fact I have a group that needs me” i spit as I turned my head just enough to see his snarky look on his face looking back at me already.

“I have a group blahh blahh” he mocks me. He always mocks me.

“Fuck you” i spit.

“fuck you” he immediately says back. I continue walking to the old rusty fire escape, once painted red, on the side of the roof, no longer feeling the need to entertain him.

“When you're done running around like a lost puppy for your group, you know where to find me” he speaks as I grab the handle of the fire escape. I flip him off before sliding down it, what a prick.

I sit up quickly, sliding my phone into the pocket of my weathered and ripped black jeans. I place my hand on the concrete and lift myself to my feet. If I wanted to know what happened, I'd have to go where everything would have started. I look over to the side of the building, i know where all these buildings are placed by now. I know this city like the back of my hand. I turn my body towards the side before getting a running head start, running towards the side and jumping as soon as my foot touches the edge. I watch the roof of the shorter building next door get nearer and I quickly tuck myself, rolling myself safely onto the roof. I stand and head over to the fire escape, grabbing the handle and sliding down it into the alley below. His apartment is only a few blocks from here, that's where i'll start.

I eventually arrived at his apartment building, surely his front door would be locked like it always is. However he leaves the balcony door open for me. I don't even bother checking the front door anymore. The old apartment owner knows me, infact trusts me with his home. Shes very kind. He got really lucky, she would have screwed him on his money so many times. Idiot. I know she’ll let me in, but i don't see why i should worry her. She’d most certainly call the police, thats the last thing he needs.I look into the window first, looking around his dark apartment. The lights are out, a clear indication he's not home. He loves to leave the lights on. His apartment looked like it always did, i took that as a good sign. No sign of a struggle or mess that wasnt already there. I grab the handle of the door and slide it open simultaneously reaching down to my leg harness to retrieve my knife before stepping inside cautiously. My eyes quickly dart around the apartment, scanning for any sign of life besides myself. I keep my footsteps quiet. I start with the kitchen on my left, making my way towards the counter tops. Nothing but dirty dishes fill the sink and empty cups lie across the counter. He was never one for throwing things away, even garbage. Hoarder. I think to myself as i continue making my way along the kitchen tile. The floor is surprisingly clean and white. I reach for the cabinets, checking every one incase he decides to make it a scavenger hunt for me. He loved to put important things in obscure places, only for me to find at the oddest of moments. Some would say it works in his favor. Who would check for a key in the ice cream box in the back of a small freezer? Never thought that'd be where I thought to check for things now. However my looking resulted in nothing. I labeled the kitchen a fail and continued my way towards the living area. It was a small area just beyond the kitchen. There was no wall intercepting the two, I could always see him when he’d go to make us drinks. I'd wait curled up on his light gray sofa wrapped in his dark mauve green blanket he’d occasionally leave on the back of the couch for me. He’d always say it was because he couldn't have a green couch, but I'd say it partially was because it was my favorite blanket of his. I lightly trace the back of it with my fingertips as I make my way around it. The couch wasnt of importance to me right now, however the glass coffee table in front of it had peaked my attention. Sprawled across it was papers, lots of them. A messy handwriting scribbled all about them. It was his. As i make my way to sit down i was immediately startled by a high screeching sound. I hold up my knife out of reflex looking in the direction the loud noise was coming from. It was his pet parrot. the small, pretty green bird in the cage on the other side of the room. She was screeching at me as if she was relieved to see me. I make my way across the room to the small standing cage which only makes her skreich more. I hush her softly concerned the small creature would alert the landlord living in the room not far from his. I grab a cracker from the open bag lying next to the cage

“sh sh okay Nami, calm down. Are you hungry?” As I lifted the cracker up to the cage near her she quickly took it from me. I smiled as i watched her sticking my finger through the cage and gently petting her small head with my pointer finger

“that's it, where's your owner hm?”

She chirps at me “blue. Blue. Blue”

She speaks before proceeding to eat her cracker. She repeats anything she hears often. I always found it a fun way to mess with him, making her repeat embarrassing things or simply something I would say often to throw him off his guard when he hears it. Maybe to make him think of me. clearly she hears my nickname enough to memorize it. I watch her for a moment before drawing a small breath and turning my focus back to the coffee table, “man i wish you could read bird”. I think for a moment as i look at the mess cluttered onto the table. Eventually i finally move my feet, making my way back around the table to the couch and sat down on the couch looking down at all the papers. I grab each one and quickly scan them for any importance. Some bills from his landlord, some mail that looked like spam, but what really caught my eye was the dark brown leather notebook in the middle of it all. It had a thin strap that matched its cover overlapping it and it looked like it had been used for months, a year at least. I carefully unwrap the strap and open it up skimming through each page. My eyebrow furrowed a bit looking through it, it was all his writing. Names and dates and times and places. What the hell is this? As i skim through each name, i come across a few that look familiar. Micheal Rhey.. Walter Thompson.. why do i know these?.. James Roy.. Sam Smith.. wait a minute. I know these, ive worked with them. These are all targets from my missions. The missions i saw him on. The dates matched up perfectly, and everything started to fall into place. These are his clients. These are the people that hire him. They hire him for his little sex work. These are the pedophiles that he puts on his puppy face for, the ones who loves the way he looks like a small boy. The ones he lies to for money. The ones that absolutely disgusted me. I hated every second i had to speak with them. I hated the way they spoke and shot their crooked smile at everyone, they knew exactly what they were doing. It made my stomach turn every time he sat on their lap or laughed at their pervy jokes for some simple bucks, even before I tolerated him. I immediately turned to the last page, assuming that would lead me to his latest client. Xxxxx xxxxx - the date was yesterday. Ding ding, we've got a winner. The name doesn't look familiar to me. I tear the page out of the book, folding it before sticking it into my pocket. Lucky for me finding people is my specialty, and I just happen to know a guy.

#oc whump #whumpee #whump #whump writing #whump scenario #whump community #oc #ocs #my ocs #oc rp #oc story #originalcharacterwhump #original character #original story #original writing

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

SEPTEMBER 12th

Today was my birthday. I would have gone out somewhere to eat if it weren't for the terribly polluted air. It was rotten a year ago, but things have only gotten worse. (No thanks to those wildfires earlier in July.) I'm sick of this unbreathable air, and the only birthday present I really want is for the air to become clean again.

I was finally able to redesign certain characters. The new designs are far from finished. So you'll have to wait to see which characters got the facelift they needed.

While playing Pokémon Violet, I battled against a few people online and tried to earn marks for some of my newer Pokémon.

If he's that big, why didn't you give him a Jumbo Mark?

After I failed to give my Pokémon any marks, I went to the Pokémon Center to see Nurse Joy congratulate me on my birthday.

The banner was a nice touch.

After studying for a bit, I returned to Pokémon Violet to catch a Pokémon with a Destiny Mark. There were a lot of great candidates. But I eventually chose a Tinkatink.

She's not shiny. But she's good enough for me.

SEPTEMBER 13th

Aside from all the gifts I received yesterday, one of my later ones was a ticket to Kitakami.

Later in the afternoon, I first went to Pokémon HOME to update Umbre's moveset after I heard that Umbreon was able to learn Toxic again. Thankfully, Umbre already knew that move, so I helped him remember it.

Now he can actually stand a chance against Paldea's worst.

I got caught up in battling others with my newly improved Pokémon. It wasn't until after my second match that I remembered to dash off to Uva Academy.

I wouldn't say it was THAT soon. I've only been in this country for half a year.

Jacq tells me that going to Kitakami will allow me to see new Pokémon (who aren't that new as I've already seen them all before) and that I should have fun with it. Another thing he told me was that he already got my mom's permission to come along.

How they never told me about this, I have no idea.

Also, Blueberry Academy has roots in Unova.

There's also a lot of Unova Pokémon in Kitakami too. If that's not a hint at remakes for Black and White, I don't know what is.

Briar presents herself as the descendant of the Violet Book author and shares the completed versions of the pages we saw in Professor Turo's research facilities, proving that my hypothesis was correct.

Sadly, we won't get to see Terapogos for another few months.

Before I knew it, I was finally in Kitakami County.

And I've already made some progress on the new Pokédex. (I'll fill it up some more later.)

Not all was well in this country, as this one girl didn't want me on her turf.

Naturally, I taught her a lesson through a Pokémon battle. (While also learning that, yes, Poltchageist is part-Grass.)

Like every other rival, she acted like a sore loser.

But then again, I was the one who had 5 Pokémon that were at a higher level than hers.

Sometime after I was settled in at the community center, I was given my first assignment while learning abroad.

I wanted to get to the first one. But I was too busy exploring the town for treasure.

This might be the most unenthusiastic Joy I've ever seen. She's like one of those people who act poorly while on the job because they're stuck with it and have nowhere better to look for a paycheck. Which would be reasonable if this weren't a Pokémon Center.

At least she has the courtesy to stay off her cell phone while operating the machine. Speaking of which...

Why didn't they have a feature like this from the beginning? The TM Machine also had new TMs available for creation. But I didn't need them at the moment.

I eventually met this woman named Perrin.

I was going to wonder why someone like her has a Hisuian Growlithe. But considering everyone else fights with Ursaluna and Hisuian Arcanine, I'm just going to forget it and move on.

I'm more careful in real life.

A goal I'm sure will probably take months to complete. (If I didn't have any of those Pokémon in other games.)

SEPTEMBER 15th

I was worried about my performance in school. But my friends told me I was doing a great job and I needed to calm down. I didn't have any school today, which meant I could focus on celebrating the 5th anniversary of Pokémon Pocket Web Comics before getting some sleep.

The air was getting a bit chilly today. It was the perfect sign fall was right around the corner. In a few days, all of my current problems will be no more. (For a while, anyway.)

In Pokémon Violet, I finally made my way to the first signboard. Surprisingly, despite only taking me two days to reach, Kieran didn't beat me to it.

It's almost as if it could be a Pokémon.

It's too bad I didn't get a badge for this photo. This screen feels incomplete without one.

I'm hoping that Miraidon will learn a new technique soon. Also, I haven't heard Pokémon be referred to as Kaiju since the first games were still in development.

#pokémon #Pokemon Violet #Growlithe #Kanto #regional variant #Umbreon #Johto #eeveelutions #Tinkatink #marks #Miraidon #Legendary Pokemon #Terapogos #Paldea #Pokemon HOME #Jacq #Briar #Carmine #Kieran #Perrin #screenshots #Poltchageist #gameplay #Nintendo Switch #Nintendo #Game Freak #Creatures Inc. #Ilca

[cocacola-cowboy]

Where it ends

Our story started long before we met Back when all I knew of you was what my friends told me They would always say "Fiona could do it" or something to the effect that made you sound impressive and unbelievable We started before we met

We had never been properly introduced, conversations in large groups, small waves in the hall Never a "hello my name is Fiona" Never a handshake or friendly gesture to start us off We simply just existed in the same circle for too long

Slowly I found my life invaded by you, becoming closer friends with my friends, appearing in the halls, noticing you were somehow always just right there You seeped into my life Or maybe you were always there and I just hadn't noticed because then you were just a passing face in a crowded hallway I didn't realize it until I was surrounded by you

In the hallways In the choir room In the courtyard On the way to lunch

You just appeared more and more until seeing you became a part of my daily routine 5 seconds of eye contact with Fiona between periods was a daily activity We never spoke Not once between classes until then

That damn concert was the turning point I fumbled, could've had an in, could've, would've, should've Had I been able to formulate the right words I had a chance to be a mastermind and instead I was a bumbling idiot

Then it became more and more harder for me to look away Got a taste, wanted more, hoped and prayed for another chance To in turn receive nothing but more conversations in a group and awkward staring It turned to me not looking for you

If I stop looking for you maybe I'll move on Forget you exist God why can't I forget you exist You're like a thorn in my side

You're like a back pain You're a rock in my shoe You're a pain that comes and goes in the worst moments Maybe you're the mastermind

I keep my head low now because I can't like you, I shouldn't like you, I wouldn't like you if I was smart I can't like you because there is no hope There never was, there never will be False hope is better than no hope in this case but I'm glad I have no hope

That's where this will end Here, with no hope, no nothing, not even a "hello" Why does that always happen to me? When will I get lucky?

Isn't that funny How you have this hold on me that I can't escape Maybe I won't ever escape God I hope I do I can't spend everyday yearning for you when you're leaving in a few months

When you're holding her hand and walking the halls with her, when you're existing perfectly fine without me and I'm dying without you How pathetic is that Maybe I did love you In my own way I suppose I do love you

Not that it even matters, you'll never know, add you to the list of girls that won't ever know I loved them If I could go back into time I would Not to be a mastermind, not to take initiative, not to do anything other then stop myself from letting these feelings for you get out of hand My feelings are out of control and I don't know what to do to stop them, why can't I stop them

People tell me to "have hope" "give it time" "just wait you'll see" well I'm tired of hearing that My patience is gone, I'm far too hurt and far too drained to keep waiting How can I wait for so long when it hurts this badly

It hurts like a bullet to the head Like a rock in my shoe Like a forceful shove off a cliff Like stepping on a needle

That's what you are You're like stepping on a needle It's so sudden and unexpected it hurts beyond belief, it hurts to the point where you hobble around on one foot, blood spilling everywhere as you try desperately to cover the wound and stop the bleeding It's exactly like stepping on a needle

Loving you is like stepping on a needle Only so far I'm unsuccessful in stopping the bleeding This is much worse then any other time Because I know this time if I can't stop the bleeding something awful will happen

I will once again bleed out but this time I don't think I'll be able to get back up Fiona That's where we end Fiona There Right there

With me a bloody mess on the floor unable to move, and you walking by like I don't exist

#poems #poem #love poem #poetry #poems on tumblr #my poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #poems and poetry #my poem #hopelessly in love #love poems #hopeless romantic #hopeless lesbian #useless lesbian #lesbian #To Fiona collection

[walkeddeath]

cont from here for @walkedfire

if you had asked gen a few months ago what she'd do when faced with a dragon, she would have gone through some epic plan complete with hand motions and sound effects. fantasy is easy to imagine when you don't know it's real. when all the stories you devoured as a kid are still just that, there's time to figure out the minutae. it will never happen so anything goes. it's an entirely different tale when it's suddenly real. the brain has to take in a wave of brand new information, figure out how to react to an impossibility, there's really no preparing. 

there had been no preparing when she'd come across evan, gen hadn't even believed his story at first, but after months of getting to know him there really was no way not to take it as fact. especially now. feet frozen to the ground out of shock, maybe some fear, more for him than theirself, gen doesn't register that she should be running until it's too late. she screams and it isn't for herself, she'll be fine but as far as gen knows evan won't be. it's the worst possible moment for her to realize just how much she's grown to care for him, but life and death situations can do that to a person. 

she doesn't fight his protection, still in a whirlwind brain freeze trying to comprehend what the fuck is going on, but does prepare for the worst when they open their eyes. the heat is overwhelming, suffocating, but all gen can think about is how deeply she'll hate herself if he's hurt or worse. how it causes a drop in her heart and a swell of pure terror. 

they wait to open their eyes, feel like crying at whatever they're about to see but to her full and entire surprise, he's pulling her up. her eyes open and grow wide in shock, thousands of questions running through her head, but she keeps them for later. wonders if he's like her, whatever that even is. in her panic, she clings harder to him, glancing over him quick as possible to make sure he's not hurt. "what the –––" the dragon makes a hair raising noise and gen turns to look at it, realizing that it was just warming up. 

"let me go, i can run faster than you and it doesn't care about me, don't try and be a hero like i know you're kinda hard wired for it but like ––" gen cuts herself off, knowing that she should just bolt , but she doesn't want to leave him. still, they're both unprepared and the reality of the situation starts to really settle in, panic shooting back up, settling on her with an incredible weight.

"you think you can hold it off for like, eight minutes? i've done this run before, i can do this you just need to let me go ."  she toys with her necklace, hoping that she can break her record, doesn't consider taking no for an answer. looking from him to the dragon and back, gen does the only thing she can think of to shock him into doing exactly that.

hands drop the necklace and grab for him, pulling him down to her level, lips pressing against his and for a split second she hates herself for the decision. feels like she's tricking him, which technically she is, but a part of her needs to do it. panic over whatever the dragon has planned, whether or not the half baked plan to grab the sword will work, a thank you for trying to protect her ––– gen pulls back and takes the opportunity to squirm out of his arms. 

she yanks her necklace off, placing it in his hand. "for luck. don't die and don't lose this, i'll be back in seven minutes , tops."

#⋆ no grave can hold my body down • w. walkedfire ⋆ #walkedfire #trust that she's freaking out more abt doing this than the dragon #remember what i said abt it acting like riptide dsdas

[therealrpalmas]

The Cleverest Lies

Time did its weird trick again, became once again a meaningless concept. The pain was bad, the press of minds near hers, in various stages of pain, agony, despair were worse. Only Marelynah's mind was a beacon of quiet, a still pool amidst the chaos, the eye of the storm. Mercutio fought the urge not to latch onto her mind and dive in to escape the flood of sensations around her, but stars, it was hard.

She became aware that Marelynah was talking to her, just loud enough to be heard over the din. "It just occurred to me that we know practically nothing about each other. Well, I know your name and you like larping. And you know mine and that I like airsoft. Don't worry," she added with a quick look around. "People in here don't really care. We all know how things can get, out here." She paused and took a bottle out of one of the pockets of her voluminous coat, unscrewed the top and took a swig. "Which reminds me, we found your backpack. It's here with me. Pretty mangled, but then, so are you."

Mercutio stared at the bottle. Her thirst, forgotten until now, returned with a vengeance. She made a faint, croaking sound.

"Oh!" Marelynah exclaimed. "You want something to drink as well? I'm not really sure… wait, let me go and ask. I'll be right back." She jumped up before Mercutio could say or do anything and was gone, lost in the crowd moments later. No, Mercutio wanted to protest, stay here! She tried to keep track of Marelynah's mind, but she couldn't concentrate, and it was too crowded. She closed her eyes, and even though she was parched there was still enough water in her for one tear to slide down from under her eyelid and roll down.

Come back, come back… She had no idea to whom this thought was really directed. Marelynah, Ciadan, Nightstar… All gone. And she was left in the worst place where she could possibly be: the emergency room of a hospital.

"Shh, shh, don't cry, I'm here, I'm here now, I'm back. I told you I'd come back. I wouldn't leave you here before, I won't leave you now."

She forced her eyes open again, blinked a few times, focused on Marelynah's round face. She had a cup in one hand. A thin rubber tube apparently served as a straw, for Marelynah stuck it gently in Mercutio's mouth. She sucked with an effort and was rewarded with a few drops of water. Then a few more. She swallowed them eagerly.

"Your turn next." A sharp voice which cut effortlessly through the din. Mercutio could just move her head far enough to one side to make out a tall person clad in thick, protective gear which even covered the face who had appeared in the room and pointed at Mercutio, Marelynah or both. "Get her in here."

"Alright, here we go." Marelynah set the cup down and vanished from view, though Mercutio could still sense that her mind remained reassuringly close. A jolt, the room began to move – no, stupid, she was moving, rolling. Each tiny bump made her moan.

Through the door, through what appeared to be a corridor, also packed with people. Another door. A thick-walled room, no windows. The tall person stepped in view again, now flanked by two others wearing similar outfits. Mercutio couldn't see her faces, but from their minds radiated clinical detachment with a touch of contempt.

"Let's see what we have here," the sharp voice said. The one on her left stepped forward and quickly cut through Mercutio's clothes. The tall one stepped forward. Cold fingers in touch-sensitive gloves probed her body quickly, leaving jabs of pain in their wake. The tone of the tall one's mind changed abruptly and she backed away, then moved forward again even quicker. "You… what kind of abomination are you?"

"Abomination?" Marelynah sounded shocked. Almost offended. She moved back into Mercutio's vision, but further away, almost hugging the wall. "Are you contaminated?"

The tall one laughed harshly. "You don't have to worry about that. No contamination ever produced something like this." Her mind still held that detachment, but now it was mingled with fascination.

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me the truth now." The sharp voice sounded cold. "Where did you find her? Lie to me and I'll walk away and leave her to die."

Marelynah twitched. It wouldn't have surpried Mercutio if she left instead. She half turned towards the door, reached out… and withdrew her hand. "We were in the cordoned zone. Trying to get out. One of the tremors.. there was a landslide. She got in it."

"I have the feeling you're leaving out a lot. Did you know her before you entered the cordoned zone?"

"No…"

The tall woman grunted. Then she abruptly focused on Mercutio again. "Can you talk?"

She focused what strength she still had left. "Yes…" A faint whisper was all she could produce. But in this room it was enough.

"Where did you-" the tall woman began.

Behind her, Marelynah's eyes suddenly opened wide. "She said she was an alien!"

"What?" The woman turned back with such ferocity that Marelynah took another step back, pressed herself against the wall. But she continued, tremulously.

"We thought she was joking. Play-acting. She was wearing a fancy suit and all. Like from a movie. Fornication."

The tall woman gave that grunt again. "Those are the cleverest lies, when they are disguised as the truth."

(To be continued.)

#whumptober 2023 #no.9 #lyric #oc #writing #injury #pain #crowds #nightstar universe #science fiction #my writing

[ofstarsandskies]

@forgottenluck thread or just a response to this post, felt necessary www

When Koun shut his book, Ludger wasn't sure what he was in for. Though he kept a bright grin, the rest of him braced for the worst-- which somehow failed to prep for a flick on the nose. "Ow--" If Koun was trying to get him to shush, mission accomplished! Hurt though.

"I-Innocent?! Really...?" And here Ludger thought he'd never have that old label taped on him again. much less by Koun of all people. He got the kindness part--Ludger made a point to treat people well so long as they weren't active threats to Julius--but what made him innocent? It just--!... He'd let it go. No use fighting it.

What he'd fight though is the idea he didn't understand how the world worked.

"You're far from the first to try instilling that lesson into me," Ludger said, his fingers brushing against the phantom bullet wounds on his forehead. "But until I hit the dead end everyone insists is coming one day, I'll never stop pursuing the life I fought so hard for. Harsh words won't change my mind." Lancer, Will, Abel... so many insisted he 'grow a backbone and start facing reality'. He understood the message, yet if 'facing reality' meant accepting an imperfect world? To hell with it.

Though once Koun turned around to apologize for his wording, Ludger's bravado knew went to exit stage left; back to his marshmallow self. "W-Wait, you don't have to apologize! I want people to be transparent with me, even if the truth hurts! Please, never, ever censor yourself!" Ludger'd insist a thousand times for people to treat him how they felt was right. Would it hurt in the moment? Sometimes. But a relationship full of unspoken feelings cut far worse when the truth finally came out.

"That said, if you did try to phrase things a bit less harshly? I think we'd all be happier," Julius wouldn't be upset, and conversations wouldn't be as awkward. It'd be a net positive. Though for now, they'd save the bold steps forward; Koun had enough for the day. "S-So! Um... thanks for being honest with me. Enjoy your snacks, Lord Koun." Ludger set the plate down next to Koun and left to clean the mess in the kitchenette.

#forgottenluck #v;; Winnego Morderca #[The unforseen callback to Star being 'The Innocent Ludger'] #[Despitethemurders.] #[But hey they talked gud for once!]

[the-second-tonks]

The Dark Past | E.P

Part : 1 of the series

Warnings : Arranged marriage , awkward moments (not so awkward lol) , thunder and lightning , changing POV's , short span time skip , anything else?

Pairing : Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader , Lucy Pevensie x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary : After an alliance marriage with King Edmund , y/n begins the new chapter of her life only to be welcomed by her worst fears - thunder and lightning . But the thing to be noted was the fearless princess- y/n had a fear as such ..

Age : Edmund is 18 , reader is 17. (Golden age)

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Reader's pov

I sat next to my husband , King Edmund , as we waited for the reception to end . Yes , marriage reception . I and King Edmund were trapped together in an arranged marriage . It wasn't that we weren't given time to talk and make things less awkward , but maybe we didn't utilise it . He was too quiet to talk , and I was too stubborn. How could I help , I didn't want to get married ! I kept fidgeting with my fingers , a sign that I was nervous as hell and uncomfortable , as me and King Edmund sat too close . Our knees kept brushing , sending waves of currents down my spine . I wanted this to end soon but as much as I wished it to end early , it kept on delaying . Till now , Lucy had helped me a lot . She was the only one I was comfortable with till now . The dress I was wearing made me feel itchy , but I couldn't care less . I decided to get lost in my thoughts about my past as a princess . I had dreams , ambitions and I was determined to fulfill them . People called me the fearless . But alas , life had different plans . Instead of learning advanced swordfighting , I was married to Narnia's best swordsman himself . Instead of letting me wear shirts and harem pants like I did since childhood , I was made wear long gowns and dresses . Instead of having my independence , I was made follow rules and traditions . Instead of letting me use my excellent resourcefulness to plan battles , I was married to a king who is better than me and won't even need my help in plannings . Instead of letting me speak as I used to , I was made shut so as to maintain my kingdom's reputation in Narnia and ofcourse in front of my oh-so beloved husband . It was all too much to control inside and I was shocked by my abilities to supress my anger , annoyance and rebellions so much . I just continued to sit there with a poker face and occasionally smile . I was looking around , just to spot my in-laws looking so happy , or maybe there were amazing in pretending (with the help of trainings ofcourse) or they were genuinely happy . Every narnian was enjoying themselves , but I liked the Narnians . They were very warm and welcoming .

Time skip**

Now , the complete hall was almost empty , except for the castle workers , who were cleaning everywhere . My back ached from sitting for so long , but I was more than eager to get up and get some sleep so to as to escape the reality for a while . I got up immediately , the warmth from king Edmund's body immediately got longed for- wait , wat?! No no no , u shouldn't be thinking this y/n . I shrugged the thought away quickly , and soon felt someone beside me . Ofcourse , king Edmund . As much as I sounded creepy , I wanted to hear the handsome man's voice . He had spoken to a few narnians but that wasn't enough to memorize his deep , alluring voice . He carefully kept a hand on my back , urging me to move . I kept walking with him behind me until Lucy came into my view . I turned to look at King Edmund and , for the first time , I spoke to him "King Edmund , if u would excuse me , I wanted to have a little talk with lucy .." I added as much politeness as I could , despite my sour mood. He looked shocked for a second , but soon recovered . He opened his mouth to speak something , and I waited for it , but it never came. He simply nodded and walked away . It caused my heart to clench a bit , but I pushed the feeling away and approached my only friend (well , I know she's my in-law , yet ) and saviour , Lucy Pevensie .

As soon as I approached the girl wearing a cute floral gown , she turned in my direction , smiled at me . She politely excused herself from the castle workersshe was talking and came to me . "How was it??" She asked , excited about who-knew-what. " What are u talking about Lucy?" I asked her , confused . " Oh come on , me , susan and Peter kept all the guests away from u for a reason . Don't tell me u didn't talk with Edmund !" She spoke . I slowly let my head fall , biting my lower lip , looking at the floor . She sighed sadly and spoke "U are a perfect match for my brother . I shipped u with him from the beginning , but u have to talk with him , y/n. U remember u came across as shy in front of me too , but see it now , u are the more talkative one . U have to get comfortable with him so as to let him know that u are shy at first but then , u talk non-stop.." lucy lectured . I smiled a bit at it and spoke with a grin "Sure , ma'am , I'll try my best !" I and lucy ended up laughing a bit , but she spoke "I was a bit serious by the way " . I nodded a bit and spoke "Yeah , u are ryt lucy , but it's just the first day . I'll try my best from tomorrow . " She smiled at me . I bid her a good night and saw her walk away and into her room .I'll remember the way to her room , i noted it and turned around to see king Edmund looking outside the window , the slight cool breeze making his dark brown hair fly out of his forehead . His choclate brown eyes shone with the beauty that Narnia reflected. His palms clutching the pane tightly. He was so concerntrated that he didn't notice me approaching him . I had to clear my throat to bring him out of his daze . His head shot in my direction and he smiled a bit , leading me to his room-our room.

As soon as I entered his room , I felt homely . I was so glad to see that his room was clean and super organized . I liked it that way . I smiled . Maybe the room won't be that bad to stay in , I thought . The room had a small desk and chair , piles of papers neatly kept on it . A big size bed , a few windows and a big balcony , curtains flying due to the slight breeze . The room was dimly lit since the light from the windows wasn't enough due to the cloudy weather .

Time skip**

After changing , I was about to sleep on the bed when I saw king Edmund picking up one of the pillows and going somewhere . While his back faced me , I knew what he was doing but decided to question him to stop him "Where are u headed to , my king?" I asked adding my king as my mother had taught me to . He turned around almost instantly and spoke "To the couch , Princess " he spoke in an obvious tone , ofcourse it was a stupid question . I knew king Edmund was highly sarcastic (info credits to Lucy) and I appreciated his attempt of answering me with the least sarcasm . "No .. don't ." I spoke but instantly regretted . He looked wide eyed at me , a blush could be seen on his cheeks despite the dark . An awkward silence settled , but I cut it , speaking "The bed is quite big for the two of us to sleep " I said . "At a comfortable distance " I added it immediately. He nodded , understanding my proposal .

Time skip**

I laid on my right side , facing the end of the bed . Edmund was facing the other side , maybe asleep by now. My eyes started dropping due to tiredness but before I cud fall into sleep , a loud crashing sound jolted thru the room . My eyes went wide with fear as blue light stuck out in the sky . Lightening and Thundering . I hated it , hated every bit of it . I always used to clutch onto my mother and later my sister whenever it was thundering or lightening . I never knew that , in Narnia , thunders and lightening was far more worse than it was in my kingdom . But now, I had nothing except the blanket to clutch on . Tears started pooling my eyes as another sound rang thru the room causing my eyes to go numb for a second . I cupped my lips to not let a yelp escape . I didn't want to wake King Edmund . He would definitely think this was a stupid fear , because it was . I didn't know why , but the thunder had always terrified me . It was one of my worst fears . I had to go somewhere , had to hold on to someone before I start to cry . I slowly got up , shocked at my bravery , but sneaked out of the room (thanks to my trainer who taught me sneaking techniques for emergency situations) . The thunder sounds causing my heart to stop for a mere second , pushing me a step next to crying . There were only the gaurds in the passageway and I was thankful for it . I ran to Lucy's room , happy that I remembered where her room was . As much as I knew , she wouldn't judge me .

Time skip**

Lucy's pov

After y/n had come running to my room , I let her sleep with me . I was sad to know that she had to face one of her worst fears during the time where she was away from her loved ones. As she held my hand , she was asleep . But I couldn't sleep yet . Edmund should've been the one to comfort her . I have to bring both of them close to each other . But just to wonder , quite curious to know why she , the fearless , was scared of thunder and lightning . Maybe , there was a past that I was yet to know about her ..

Part 2!

#edmund pevensie #king edmund #arranged marriage fic #arranged marriage trope #arranged marriage tw #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #golden age arc #narnia fic #narnia fandom #narnia fanfiction #fanfic #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #queen susan the gentle #susan pevensie #king edmund the just #only one bed

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

Up In the Air (Joe x Reader)

(surprise gift for you guys on Joe's birthday ^_^ I started this almost exactly a year ago, and it's finally done! Someone pointed out that I slightly hinted at the plot of this in my last fic post... you caught me.)

Words: 4,028

Prompt: Spring, 1983. Joe has an opportunity in his sights, but as luck would have it, it does not go his way (or does it...?)

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(1983)

"God, it was so embarrassing!" Joe put his palms over his eyes as he whined to Sav. The singer was flat on his back in the middle of their bed, and Sav's back was against the wall opposite him. The bassist had his arms crossed in exasperation.

They were back in a fresh, new hotel room after another flight to another city. They'd been settled in for a while, and- as far as you knew- Joe was physically well. Emotionally, however...

"What are the odds that things were placed so perfectly for me today, and then-?!" he swatted the air above him, "That happens? 'Just my luck!"

Sav didn't consider it as dire of a situation as Joe did. In fact, he seemed rather entertained than sympathetic.

"That was out of your control, mate."

"I know it was, but-" he sat up, "Y/n was right there! How was I supposed to keep it together?!"

"If it were anyone else other than her, you still would've had to keep it together, you know," Sav tilted his head down, but had his eyes looking up.

"Well, you're no help," Joe grumbled, crossing his arms back at the bassist and flopping back down onto the mattress.

"There's nothing to help you with!" Sav took a seat at the foot of the bed, "It's not my fault you got-"

Joe sat up again in a snap, warning with a pointed finger, "Don't say it."

"I was just gonna say that I had nothing to do with you being-"

"Don't say it!" Joe pleaded again.

"Joe, it's not that big of a deal that you-"

"Sav!"

"Alright, fine!" Sav threw up both hands, shaking his head and narrowly fighting off a laugh, "I won't say it!"

A loud sigh came from Joe, his head hanging now. The heat of embarrassment refused to leave his face.

"...do you think she's still hung up on it, too?" his voice went quiet, and his tone adopted a sad air.

Sav raised his hand, rubbed his fingers together, and patted Joe's ankle reassuringly.

"It's hard to say no," he admitted, "I know I wouldn't have liked to be in either of your shoes today."

~(5 hours earlier)~

A hand took a grip on your right forearm without warning. It snapped you from the hypnotic, musical trance you'd been in for most of the flight. Having been placed next to the singer for the first time on an airplane, you knew it was his action without a doubt. You looked down and sure enough, Joe's hand was there- holding onto you just a bit too tightly.

Your free hand took off your headphones and you asked him, "Everything alright?"

The singer wasn't focused on you, or anything, it seemed. "Unfocused" was probably the best word you could think of to describe him. His head was slightly tilted downwards, but his eyes were fixed on the back of the chair in front of him. Despite that, it appeared as if he couldn't see it no matter how hard he tried.

You gathered this impression from a split second of looking at him, but as soon as he heard your question, Joe's hold on you was instantly released. His own trance was snapped as well.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I thought you were the armrest..."

"You were holding on pretty tight," you pointed out, "Something wrong?"

That same look on his face was back again; unfocused. His hand slowly found its way back to the armrest- now that he knew it wasn't your arm. You saw his hand shaking before he gripped it tightly.

"You don't look so good," you noted, adopting a frown.

He hesitated slightly before going very quiet, his face suddenly appearing pallid.

"Fuck..." Joe cursed himself, "I fucked up, I fucked up..."

You pressed again, "Joe... tell me what's wrong..."

He lied to you in a halting voice when a new blush seemed to form on his face, "Um... it's nothing much. There's just- something I haven't told you, and I should've mentioned it before we got on board. But I..."

He fell quiet.

"Yeah...?" you urged him to go on.

"I get... seasick- airsick... sometimes. Not every time, but... every now and then I do- and..."

He visibly swallowed, his breath trembling when he slowly shut his eyes.

Your eyebrows went up, alarmed, "And you're not feeling so good?"

"No, no, no...!" his inner voice screamed.

"Not really, but I'm fine, don't worry about me. It just happens."

His efforts to shrink the overall worry didn't work, as you instantly knew that if things went south, you were the only nearby acquaintance of his who could help him. You were also trapped with him for 2 more hours until you landed, so you would've had to help him if need be.

"Oh god- are you gonna be sick?" your hand raised up slightly to reach for a sick bag.

"No! No, I'm more dizzy than anything..."

"Well, take this-" you handed him a sick bag, "-and just try not to focus on your surroundings. And if you can't hold it down... well just keep it in the bag and away from me, okay?"

"...okay," he exhaled and took it from you, desperately hoping it wouldn't come to that. For fuck's sake, he was already embarrassed enough. He felt like a child. Even worse; he felt like your child.

Joe shut his eyes again and rested his head back on his seat. His whole body looked drained of energy, and you saw sweat forming on his forehead. It was obvious to you he was trying to make himself appear more okay than he was.

"I can do this," Joe nearly said aloud, "I can get through this without her knowing."

Unfortunately, for him, you already knew.

"The poor guy," you were thinking with sympathy, "Never knew he could look so ill."

You asked, "You've been feeling bad for a while, haven't you?"

"...what?" he squinted under his eyelids, lying to you again, "No, not really. Why, can you tell?"

"I don't wanna sound rude... but yeah, you kind of look like hell."

Joe quietly whined at your declaration.

"I know that look, Elliott- I've been in this position before."

The man next to you was intrigued by what you implied. He was suddenly beginning to think that maybe his situation wasn't as embarrassing as it appeared.

His eyes opened, "Wait, have you ever-?"

"Oh- no, I never get sick on planes, but you're not the first case I've ever seen."

"Great. This means she's stronger than me."

You held up your bottle, "You want some water? Maybe settle your stomach a little?"

Joe felt his stomach turn at the mention of liquid and shook his head, "No, I'll be fine..."

It was another lie, but you decided maybe it was best you just let him be. Perhaps he wasn't that bad.

Joe, on the other hand, was fighting the sickness with all the strength he could muster- hoping you wouldn't see it.

"Don't mess this up," he was telling himself, "She's right there. Keep it together and don't balls it up...!"

Going with your plan, you let him be, and put your headphones back on.

He took a deep breath, "Fuck, if only the seatbelt lock wasn't on... then at least I could hide in the bathroom..."

The Leppard waited in terrified silence for his ailment to subside. With the current turbulence, it was impossible. Every shudder and bump made him want to heave until there was nothing left in his stomach. Worst of all, there was no where he could run to; he was trapped.

Oddly enough, before the sickness hit him, he was actually excited to be trapped there.

It was no secret among the band members that Joe quickly developed a crush on you. What started out as a feeling of preferring you over anyone else in the crew soon turned into a reach for romance. There was no time for him to make a move in the midst of the tour, though, which left him to suffer in his teenage desire alone.

When he heard he would be seated next to you on the next flight, he instantly knew it was an opportunity he couldn't afford to waste. This was the first time he'd sat directly by you on a plane, after all. It was a brilliant time to make a move and bond together. He'd been nervous ever since he sat down, but he never got the chance to make a flirt or decent conversation before his body betrayed him. Yes, it was an optimistic opportunity, but now Joe wished it'd been anywhere except up in the air.

The stress of the situation only made him feel worse- but he wouldn't accept the fact that he was about to lose this divine opening.

Not 4 minutes of your music went by when the plane shook yet again. When it did, you thought you saw Joe suddenly move from the corner of your eye. When your head turned, you saw his fist pressed against his mouth, an arm around his stomach, and a green tint over his pallid face.

"Woah, you alright?" you took your headphones off again.

Joe only nodded, closing his eyes to reassure you (but also to reprimand himself under the surface).

"No, no no!! Stop being sick for fuck's sake! You won't have a chance with her!!"

"I'm good, I'm good," he swallowed again, wiping sweat off his bangs, "Go back to your music."

"Don't lie to me, Joe. You look terrible-! Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"I'm really not that bad, Y/n. Just a little... motion sickness..." his breathing became labored, and he angled his body as far to his right as he could. He began to fidget with something as he swallowed, "Ohh..."

The cabin teetering around him somehow made things even worse.

"Honey, I don't think it's just a little," your concern was peaked, and a hand was hovering over his arm, "You look like you're about to throw up or pass out, so how about we get you some club soda and you can rest, okay? If you want to, you can even-"

Joe was turned completely away from you, and had suddenly lurched forward to vomit into the sick bag you'd given him earlier. You knew that any hope of him holding back his condition was impossible now.

You'd initially flinched at his retching; cringing and holding your breath. Only a second passed until you remembered your duty; you were the only friend nearby.

"Uh oh-" sympathetically, you sighed and reached out to him, your hands holding his hair back, "That's not good..."

***

"I feel so humiliated... I was just- so deathly sick! I threw up twice, Sav- twice! And she was right next to me! I feel awful that she had to put up with it...! I feel like that's on me. She probably thinks I'm disgusting; she probably sees me as this huge fucking pansy who can't keep his lunch down while flying..."

"Mate, getting sick on flights isn't a personality trait, and I'm pretty sure Y/N knows that, too."

Joe, who was laying down again, scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"...I think this situation isn't all that bad, really," Sav shrugged, his voice going up in pitch to take on a suggestive tone.

"What on earth makes you say that?"

"It's quite obvious! I just think you were-" he adopted Joe's voice and air quotes, "-'so deathly sick' that you didn't even realize exactly what was happening...!"

"Really? How so?"

"Oh, don't even get me started, Joe."

*** Joe was laying against you now, exhausted from the physical labor forced on his stomach and throat. He was still pale and shivering, but finally willing to accept your advice and remedies. You'd ordered him some club soda (and some mints from your purse), and suggested he take a rest.

This left you where you were now. He had a hand on his stomach, and another one under your hand to calm him.

To say the least, it felt like having a nice, heavy blanket partially draped on you. You couldn't help but think it was at least a little funny. To most people, they'd be absolutely repulsed by a man with a weak stomach sleeping on them during a flight. You couldn't blame them, as Joe could still hurl at any given moment. However, the instinct to care for him overpowered any repulsion you may have had. To you, Joe was like a sick puppy, and you were the one who found him first. You knew he needed you in that moment, and you were okay with it. It was a nice feeling, to say the least.

Joe moved his head against you in his weary and mostly-asleep state of consciousness. A soft grumble vibrated from his sore throat.

Amid those circumstances that would normally gross you out, you managed to smile at him. That, and you gently squeezed his hand to reassure him that he was safe.

That pale, clammy version of the singer you were trapped with wasn't the form of himself he put on display to just anyone. This was a whole new side of him that you knew he never intended you to see; he was helpless. Joe had given in and finally let himself be helpless around you. You found it was rather sweet, and even somehow softening your heart.

It almost felt like a strange honor that not many people had the privilege of possessing, given that Joe tried so hard to hide it from you.

Him desperately vying to avoid your concern was typical for any one of the guys. Naturally, none of them wanted to appear vulnerable around you, but Joe seemed so hell-bent on keeping up his charade of feeling fine. You wondered what reasons he had for his strict act. Perhaps it was the intimate public setting that drove him to conceal his motion sickness at all costs. Maybe it was in order to save himself from certain embarrassment; you really didn't know.

Whatever reason he had, it didn't dwell in your mind for long. All you knew was that even with a half-dead, cold-sweated Joe on your shoulder, your heart was fluttering in a way that was even more inexplicable than his behavior.

*** "First of all," Sav held up a sassy finger at Joe, "She was the one who suggested she hold your hand, plus she held your hair back, plus she let you sleep on her shoulder and tried to make you feel better. Sounds rather tender, if you ask me. Tenderly intimate."

"I'll tell you what was 'intimate'-" Joe's grumpiness was still prominent, "-her watchin' me regurgitate my fuckin guts from 10 inches away!"

"But those were all girlfriend duties!" Sav bounced in his seat, trying to get the point across.

Joe finally fell silent. He sat up, and Sav could see the blush in his cheeks.

"...girlfriend duties?" he nearly whispered to the bassist.

"I'm right and you know it. Tell me those weren't girlfriend-ly actions! She got affectionate with you!"

Joe let his sight fall, then rise back up after a brief moment of pondering.

"She did, didn't she..."

"She definitely did."

Sav was smirking at him now.

Joe asked him again, "You really think she did...?"

"There's not a doubt in my mind."

"Oh-" Joe made a swatting motion and shook his head. He looked diagonally down at the floor, "She probably would've been affectionate to any one of us in that situation..."

Sav laughed out loud at his friend's comment. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was back at home, gossiping in Joe's childhood bedroom during a sleepover.

"Mate, when I had food poisoning last month, she didn't wanna get near me! But today, she was touchin' you and strokin' you and whatnot! Now that I mention it, I saw her smile while you were sleeping and holding her hand! Believe me, she wanted to help you. It was like she had an excuse to get close to you, just like you saw the flight as an excuse to get close to her."

Resting his case, Sav crossed his arms, tongue in his cheek.

They both remained quiet while Joe sat in thought. The pieces slowly began to fit together in his head, forming a train of thought he could somewhat follow.

"Suppose you are right; what do you suppose I do about it now?"

Sav could tell his argument was a success. His work there was done.

"That's entirely up to you."

*** You hadn't been awake that long, and were still pretty groggy when dawn began to break the next day. The unfortunate sensation of jet lag was beginning to catch up with you at that time, too. It didn't matter, because it was all part of the business. Your day would begin soon enough, jet lag or not.

After rubbing your eyes and throwing on your robe, you drew back the curtains and peered out at the misty morning. Thinking the hypnotic trance might wake you up more, you began to stare. Just as quickly, your eyes began to flutter shut again. Right before they did, however, there came a gentle knock at your door.

Blinking yourself back awake, you brought yourself to answer the call.

Initially, you found no one outside your room via the door's peephole. However, when you opened the door to search for anyone nearby, there came an unexpected surprise.

Rather than a person standing before you, a colorful bouquet of flowers lay on your doorstep. Of course, it was strange, but it also left you quickly growing bashful. You just hoped it wasn't one of your guy friends playing an early morning joke on you. Even so, your mind would be too cloudy to process that.

Looking around with sleepy confusion and flattery, you crouched down and picked up the bright bundle. You shuffled your fingers through the top of the arrangement to try and find a label or card that would give away the sender's identity. Eventually, you found the exact clue you were looking for; in the form of a small note.

The fresh, awakening scent of the blossoms wafted around you as you made out the handwriting.

"I'm so sorry I almost threw up on you on the plane! 🙁 -Joe"

It couldn't have been any more straightforward if it'd been put up on a neon sign. You chuckled out loud in the empty hallway and peered around to find a trace of the man in question.

Instantly, you found his eyes peeking from around the corner a few yards away. A guilty smile on his lips made him look so shy- in contrast to his average demeanor.

"This was really unnecessary, you know," the bundle was waved teasingly at him.

"I felt it was necessary," Joe's body slowly appeared more from behind the corner, "Considering you had no choice but to put up with disgusting ol' me."

Leaning on your door's frame, your eyes followed him while he strolled forward and leaned his shoulder on the wall in front of you. You both wore humorous smiles aimed at each other. If you could think any more clearly, you'd recognize this as flirting. Maybe it was- but it seemed oddly natural in that moment.

"Despite what you may think," your eyebrows lifted as you raised the bouquet up to your chin, "You weren't as gross as you expect. That, and you weren't any trouble."

"I just feel icky about the whole thing," he scrunched up his face and shrugged in disgust, "I promise it won't happen again- if I'm seated next to you."

"Don't worry about it, Joe. You just had a bad flight; everyone's got them from time to time."

"Not you, apparently."

Joe's smile turned rather bashful when he diverted his eye contact elsewhere. He silently chuckled with a hint of embarrassment. When you'd reassured him, he all of a sudden realized what Sav was trying to make him see. There was something in your eyes and your smile and your voice that just spoke to Joe; something that hit him and made him realize you wanted to be in the position you were in the day before.

You wanted to be affectionate with him.

Out of his daze, Joe spoke up after a brief hesitation, "So- um, I know it's early... but it's the perfect time for breakfast, so would you wanna go downstairs and get something to eat?"

"You mean with disgusting ol' you?"

"Don't worry-" his face almost went red at the cheeks, and his dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You don't have to think about me keeping it down this time."

Your arm holding the flowers dropped down to your side as you broke up into giggles.

"I'm not worried- in fact, I'd love to go."

You couldn't be certain, but you swore you saw Joe's face actually go red that time.

"Cool! Cool. Did you wanna get dressed or-?"

"Well, you don't seem to be dressed either, so why should I?" you reached back into your room to place the bouquet inside. When you shut the door, you joined the singer, "Let's hit it before Mike and Mal take all the good pastries."

Joe showed his teeth in his grin when you came to his side and began walking.

"If they're all taken, I'll steal one for you- considering I owe you a favor after what you did for me yesterday."

"What did I do?"

The answer was simple, but Joe didn't know how to say it without implying his feelings for you.

"You nursed me back to heath- or at least tried to..."

"I told you not to worry about it..."

"Alright, alright, I'll try not to."

"I'll tell you something, Elliott," you giggled as you both got inside the lift, "You've got a strange way of flirting."

Heat rushed to Joe's cheeks, and more threatened to join them at the thought of you noticing.

"Oh yeah?" he laughed.

"You hope I won't notice every tiny effort, yet you keep doing tiny things to make me notice. Even if we're, for example- up in the air..."

"Oh, god..." just like that, Joe thought he'd be the first person on earth to die of embarrassment. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fuck- please don't tell me I was that obvious..."

"Calm down, don't make yourself sick again," you laughed and patted his back, "If it makes you feel any better... I did notice what you were trying to do on the flight. And- um... it worked. So..."

You stood on your toes, and lightly planted a kiss on his cheek, "Let's just say- you don't have to be sick if you want to hold my hand next time."

Joe's hand lowered from his face, and he quickly flashed a bashful glance at you before darting his eyes away.

The elevator doors opened, the smell of coffee seeping everywhere. Instead of walking out, Joe reached out to you.

"You said I didn't have to be sick next time, and I'm quite well now..."

A bashful smile of your own made an appearance as you took his hand like you did the previous day. When you did, Joe giggled to himself.

You glanced over, "What?"

With a pause, Joe rolled in his lips, then looked right at you, "Oh nothing. Just- if you get sick on the next flight, I guess we'll be even, then."

"So, you're gonna sit with me on the next flight, then?" you raised an eyebrow.

"If it means getting even with you, then yes."

"And if it doesn't mean getting even with me?"

"Well," Joe said, smiling widely, "Then the answer is still yes."

That answer was more than enough for you.

Strolling out together, hand-in-hand, you and Joe made your way towards the breakfast counter. In the corner of your vision, you noticed him snagging a pastry off of Mike and Mal's table when he passed by.

The end

#this took me exactly 359 days to 100% complete g__g #another very rare occurrence where a fic isn't based off a song or has the title stolen from a song #unfortunately the next fic is going to break that streak hah :3D #def leppard #joe elliott #def leppard fanfiction #joe elliott x reader #def leppard x reader #original content #rick savage #sav is a perfect mediator I'm sorry I have him in that role all the damn time orgiwroimvwr #everyone is a dumbass and sav is the keeper of dumbasses #I also spent nearly 4 hours making that moodboard i hope you're happy g_g #I just recycle the same boring joe birthday post every year bc I don't have any ideas nor do I have any resources in order to make- #-something different and/or better

[helloalycia]

worth the wait [five] // daisy johnson

summary: the longer Daisy spends with you, the more you realise that maybe nine years isn't enough time to get over her.

warning/s: mentions of PTSD.

author's note: this is the final part, but it was a little long so i’ve put it into two posts. hopefully the daisy stans appreciated it 😊

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six | masterlist | wattpad

I woke with a start, immediately feeling my hair sticking to the nape of my neck and the need to shake off my duvet.

The fear of my nightmare still implanted in the pit of my stomach made me reach for my bedside lamp. I half expected someone to grab my hand in the dark, my imagination working overtime to scare the living hell out of me, but nothing happened except for the lamp turning on.

I sat up in bed and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. It was just a dream, nothing real. And I knew that, logically, since I was in my childhood bedroom instead of a dark torture chamber. Yet I couldn't stop crying and imagining the worst.

It was getting worse – the nightmares, the anxiety, the nausea. Ever since Daisy and my mum had told me to see a therapist, I knew it was getting worse, but I still hadn't done anything about it. Clearly, things had to change.

Barely thinking about, I found myself grabbing my phone and dialling Daisy's number. I hadn't spoken to her since she came over, and it was my fault things had been left on a bad note. That was only last week and I felt like an idiot as I heard the phone ringing.

"Hello?" her groggy voice came through, and I immediately felt bad.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to silence my heavy breathing. "Hey, Daisy. It's, er, it's Y/N. I'm sorry, I– I didn't mean to wake you. I–"

"Y/N?" she asked, voice laced with fatigue and confusion. "Are you okay? What is it? Where are you?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you," I said quickly, trying to maintain my shakiness. I brought my legs up to my chest and wrapped an arm around them tightly. "I'm at home. I just–" I flinched, closing my eyes. "I'm sorry, did I wake you? My parents gave me your number and I– I didn't know what else to do–"

"You don't need to apologise," she cut me off, wakening up a little by the sounds of it. "I'm glad you called. What's wrong?"

I smiled dryly, wiping away at my tears. "I, er, you were right about me. I should have–" I breathed out deeply. "I need to talk to someone about... yeah. But right now I... I can't go back to sleep."

"Do you want me to come over? I'm not far and–"

"No, no!" I said quickly, slightly embarrassed. "You don't need to– it's the middle of the night. I just– I don't know what I was expecting. I just didn't want to be alone and I didn't wanna wake my parents and worry them."

"Of course," she said reassuringly. "It's okay. I won't come, but I can stay on the phone with you if you'd like? We can talk. Or we can just stay silent. Anything you want."

I sniffled and put my head between my legs, feeling my shoulders relax a little. The last thing I wanted was to be a bother to her.

"Thanks," I muttered, and I wasn't even sure if she heard it. "I'm sorry for how I acted last week... with this."

"We don't need to talk about it," she said softly, her voice raspy as she'd just woken up. "I just want you to be okay."

I closed my eyes, breathing out quietly. I wasn't sure what to say, but the sound of her voice was instantly reassuring.

It was quiet between us, for at least another minute or so, and all I could hear was her breathing on the other side. As much as I appreciated the company, I knew it was unfair of me to keep her on the phone.

Swallowing hard, I said, "Daisy?"

"Yeah? Are you okay?"

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, knowing I wasn't. "I don't think–" I sighed awkwardly. "I won't be falling asleep any time soon and I– er, you should go. I don't want to keep you on here for no reason."

"It's not for no reason," she reassured. "I'll stay on until you fall asleep, Y/N. You'll get tired eventually."

"But if I don't–"

"I'll stay on."

I nodded, despite her being unable to see me. "Thank you..."

It went quiet again, and I felt my heart rate returning to its normal pace as I distracted myself with the sound of Daisy's breathing. It wasn't hard to tire myself to the sound, as I was already exhausted, just scared. But when I closed my eyes and let her breathing comfort me, it almost felt like she was right next to me, and my fear slowly faded away.

—

When I woke up the next morning, I was drooling on my phone screen as the sun streamed through my curtains. When I wiped my mouth, a yawn escaped my lips and I moved my phone from my pillow, confused to why it was there. But then I remembered the early hours of that morning and felt my face flush with embarrassment. I checked the screen, seeing the call wasn't still on, but there was a text from Daisy.

Daisy: hey, Y/N, I hope you feel better in the morning. I figured you wouldn't want to wake up to me on the phone, so I hung up. Please don't be angry, but I'm on my way over to see you. I just want to make sure you're okay.

That message was sent fifteen minutes ago, so I wouldn't put it past Daisy to already be outside. It was embarrassing, don't get me wrong, but I appreciated that she cared enough to check on me, even after I'd treated her disrespectfully.

I'd just managed to brush my teeth when Daisy arrived. My mum called me downstairs, claiming it was for me, and I tried not to fidget in my pyjamas as I descended the stairs and saw Daisy waiting by the front door. When she saw me, a relieved smile was on her lips.

"Hey," she began quietly, hesitant to say more in case I was mad.

I exhaled slowly, shoulders relaxing at the sight of her. She'd helped me more than she'd known, and with that thought in my mind, I moved forward and hugged her gratefully.

"Thank you," I whispered into her shoulder, closing my eyes as my arms laced around her neck.

She returned the hug and I sensed her surprise.

"Anytime, Y/N," she replied with a squeeze. "I just want you to be okay."

I nodded, lingering for a moment longer than I probably should have, before pulling away. She searched my eyes with a hint of concern and I subconsciously grabbed her hand and kept ahold of it.

"I'm gonna book an appointment with a therapist," I told her, the thought terrifying me in itself, but I knew it was the right thing to do. "And I wanted to ask if you... would you..." I swallowed hard, suddenly unable to meet her eyes. "Will you please come with me?"

"Of course I will," she promised, squeezing my hand and earning my attention. "I'll be with you whenever you want." She blinked, clearing her throat with realisation. "I mean, for the appointments, obviously."

Thankfully, her messy words brought a smile to my face and reassured me about the whole therapy thing.

"Thank you," I said, finding it cute how she was the one to avoid my eyes now. "Since you're here, you may as well stay for breakfast. If you're not busy, that is."

"Breakfast. Sure. I'd love to."

I didn't let go of her hand as I tugged her towards the kitchen to join me.

—

Having Daisy back in my life was probably the best thing to happen to me in a long time.

Not only had she literally saved my life as Quake, but she was also saving my life every day after. Whether it was accompanying me to my therapist appointments or hospital appointments, or hanging out with me way more than she needed to, she was more present in my life. I didn't ask her to – it only began when I'd asked her to come to my first therapist appointment – but she'd chosen to. And I didn't want to question it because I'd missed her more than I cared to admit.

My parents took her in as family like no time had passed and I was accepting her back into my life, too, but I didn't want to get too attached. She had a job to do at the end of the day, and knowing Daisy, she wouldn't stay for too long. I guess, in the back of my head, there was still that expectation of her picking up and leaving, just like she used to. Which was silly, since that was years ago, but still...

Despite her presence in my life again, we'd been avoiding talking about what we'd missed in each other's lives. The specifics anyway. I knew she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and found her family, and she knew I became an investigative journalist and did many news packages on different topics, but I didn't know anything more and neither did she. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or if we just avoided it without thinking, but I knew we had to face the music soon.

We were getting coffee after she picked me up from one of my therapy sessions when I brought it up.

"So, my therapist has been helping me with some stuff," I began, staring at my coffee as we walked back to my house. "Stuff outside of my PTSD, that is."

"Oh?" Daisy asked, and I could see her looking at me in the corner of my eyes. "Like what?" 

I took a sip of my coffee, trying not to feel embarrassed as I answered, "Well, we obviously talk about my life. And what happens in it. Who I'm with..."

"Yeah..." Daisy was grinning now.

I rolled my eyes, wishing my face wasn't as warm as it felt. "She noticed you've been dropping me off and picking me up and... you may have come up in conversation."

"Ah, so you talk about me," she said slowly, trying very hard not to laugh. "Did you tell her how amazing I am? Or how beautiful, charming and funny I am?"

I sighed, finally lifting my eyes to look at her. Brown eyes twinkled with amusement as she gave me her usual teasing smile, making me shove her in the shoulder gently. Laughter spilled from her lips and I hated the butterflies in my stomach at the sound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said, falling into step with me again. "You were saying. Go on."

Looking back ahead as we walked, I said, "Yes, well, we talked about you. And then she recommended that I try to catch up with you more. You know? Because we both talk so much about the good old days and even now, but not the in between. Not the parts that we weren't there for."

I looked back to Daisy when I finished, and she thankfully lost her amusement as she nodded in agreement. I half expected her to take the piss, but she was supportive as she glanced at me.

"I like the sound of that," she said, easing the nerves in my stomach. "So. What do you want to know?"

I cleared my throat, taking another sip of my drink and thinking of where to start. "Okay, erm... why don't we start with your S.H.I.E.L.D. friends? They're your family and I would love to get to know them better. What are they like?"

She nodded thoughtfully, sipping her coffee. "S.H.I.E.L.D., okay. Well, you met Jemma. She's basically my sister. Her and Fitz – I think I mentioned him before?" I nodded, recalling her throwing in the name in one of her stories. "They're together and they've been with me since I was recruited a few years ago. We've been through a lot together, but they've got my backs and I've got theirs."

I smiled at the carefree expression on her face. Just talking about them put her at ease and I felt a little better knowing that her time after high school wasn't completely terrible like I imagined.

"Then there's Coulson, of course," she continued, glancing at me every now and then to see if I was listening. "He's basically our dad. He's the reason I'm even with S.H.I.E.L.D. and he's always looking out for me, even when I'm doing stupid stuff."

"So, regularly then."

She nudged me in the arm at my comment, making me chuckle.

"He was how I learnt about my family," she explained. "There for me when I found them. When I got my powers. When I lost my family... he's been there through it all. I'd do anything for him."

I watched her carefully. "He sounds important to you."

Her lips curved into a small smile as brown eyes met mine. "He is."

She continued to tell me about the rest of her team and what everything was like at work, and the whole time she did, she was smiling.

"I'd love for you to meet them all," she finished, and I was surprised at the hint of nervousness in her voice. I didn't think she ever got nervous. "I mean, you've met Jemma, but the others– you should meet them, too. If you want to, that is."

"I'd like that," I said instantly, appreciating the way her eyes lit up and she tried very hard to hide her smile.

She cleared her throat, distracting from the pink spreading on her face, before asking, "So, you basically know about everything interesting that's happened to me these past nine or so years. What about you? Anything life-changing occur for you?" I opened my mouth to answer, and she added, "Apart from travelling around the world and being an investigative journalist?"

I feigned offence. "I hardly think that's fair. That's like me asking you not to talk about working for S.H.I.E.L.D. or being Quake."

Rolling her eyes playfully, she said, "Go on. Tell me something different."

I looked away from her in thought, thinking back to the past nine years. "I guess... oh, I know. I was almost married."

Her jaw dropped. "You were what?"

A laugh escaped my lips at her intrigued expression. She shook her head with disbelief.

"I have to know more," she insisted, before raising her brows. "You? Almost married?"

"It does sound strange," I agreed with amusement, before recalling the event. "It was about two years ago. I was with this guy who worked at the same paper I did. We'd been together for about a year and–"

"–and you realised he had a second family in the Bahamas?" she finished with a roguish grin.

"Very funny." I narrowed my eyes jokingly. "But no. I just realised I didn't love him. Well, I wasn't in love with him."

"Ouch."

"Ouch indeed." I paused, remembering the poor guy's face when I broke the news to him. "It was a month into the engagement when I told him the truth. He was very understanding, but–"

"–but you broke his poor little heart," she concluded, before wrapping an arm around my shoulder and tugging me closer. "Dear Y/N. The heartbreaker."

"Fuck off."

She laughed when she saw me attempting to fight a smile from my lips. Though eventually, one appeared anyway. Daisy always had the ability to bring out the best in me like that – I'd missed it.

"How about you anyway?" I asked, hoping for an opportunity to tease her in return. "Any boyfriends or girlfriends I should know about? Crazy exes, maybe?"

She snorted, swallowing her coffee before giving me a knowing look. "You're gonna need to brace yourself for this one. I doubt you'll believe me when it comes to this."

I rose an eyebrow with curiosity. "Damn, you've got me hooked, Johnson. Proceed."

And of course, that was the first and last time I heard about Agent Grant Ward. An interestingly dark tale of a dickhead of a man whose existence I was glad was no more.

"...so, do I win?" Daisy asked once she finished talking about him.

"Win what?"

She stared like it was obvious. "The best ex story, duh!"

"Wow." I snickered, shaking my head. "I guess you do."

Fist-pumping like an idiot, she said, "Knew it. Nothing ever beats homicidal psychopath almost-boyfriend."

"You need help."

"No, no I don't. I have you."

"Uh-huh."

"Love you, too." 

—

Three months passed since returning from Myanmar and I was finally in a place where I could return to work. Even though I'd been putting together my research and interviews into a coherent news story at home, I hadn't physically been back to the newsroom in about a year.

My therapist had been helping me to treat my PTSD, my physical therapy was helping me get back function in my shoulder and arm, and the injury itself was almost healed, though I still had to wear a cast. Everything was actually beginning to look up.

I'd even sent off the complete news series about what I'd discovered in Myanmar to my editor which got published just before I returned to work. So, of course, as soon as I got there, that was the first thing everybody congratulated me on.

"Views have been going through the roof," Taylor, my colleague and closest friend at work, said as soon as he spotted me walking to my desk. "Your story is all anybody has been talking about!"

"Good to see you, too," I joked, an attempt to disguise my embarrassment at all the attention. "It's only been a year since we last saw each other."

He gave me a grin. "You know I missed you, Y/L/N, get over here."

I rolled my eyes playfully but accepted his hug, being careful of my shoulder. He squeezed me gently before letting go and perching himself on the edge of my desk as I took a seat. It felt strange to be back, but a good strange.

"I still can't believe you're actually here in the flesh," he said after a moment, eyeing me suspiciously. "I've been so used to quick calls and texts where I try to convince you not to do stupid stuff."

Chuckling, I shot him an appreciative smile. "You know I'm grateful for that. Even if I didn't listen."

"You not listening helped you get the best story though," he countered. "I bet you didn't expect S.H.I.E.L.D. to make the bust in the end though."

I sighed, shaking my head. "Definitely not. But I owe them a lot. They saved my life."

His expression softened. "That's another thing... thanks for not dying on me."

"You're welcome," I returned, though appreciated what he meant. "Now. Catch me up on everything I missed. Gossip an' all."

That was enough for him to pull up a seat and remind me of everything I'd missed whilst being away. We'd spoke many times whilst I was gone, but nothing quite beat a good bitching session in person.

Eventually though, our editor ended up interrupting and asked to see me in her office. I wasn't worried in the slightest, but there was still that tiny part of me that imagined the worst.

"You can stop holding your breath, y'know," Karla told me when I stopped before her desk. She seemed amused as she added, "I wanted to congratulate you on the human trafficking story."

Relaxing my shoulders, I raised my brows. "Oh. I– thank you. I'm glad you liked it."

"You put a lot on the line to get the results you did, but it shows," she continued proudly. "You've made an excellent name for yourself and done your fellow journalists proud."

"I didn't do it for that," I said politely, "but thank you. I just wanted to help those people in Myanmar the best I could."

She smiled. "And you did."

"Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. did."

"But you shared the truth, didn't you?" she reminded me. "Don't belittle this achievement."

I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet and watched as she took a seat at her desk chair.

"I heard that it was Quake who saved you back there," she said curiously. "You know, we've never actually gotten an interview with her. Nobody has."

Oh, so that's what she actually wanted.

"I thought, well, since you know her, you could get us an exclusive?" she asked.

I chewed on my lip. "Erm..."

"You don't have to," she added, noticing my reluctance. "But it could be good for everyone. The city can get to know its hero, you can get a great interview under your belt. And our paper gets all the views. What d'you say?"

I was beginning to regret putting that one quote from Daisy in my article now... I should have known Karla would want more. That was the thing with editors – you give them one taste and they want to eat the whole thing.

"I'll ask," I decided, which she seemed to love. "No harm in asking, but I can't promise anything."

Karla leaned back in her seat, nodding. "Very true. Thank you for understanding. I'll let you settle back into work now. Remember to take it easy, yeah? Don't want to lose my best journalist from overworking herself."

I smiled awkwardly as she laughed, before nodding in response and leaving her office.

It wasn't that I didn't want to interview Daisy, but I didn't want to ruin what we had by asking for a favour. Everything between us was going well, even if it was probably temporary and she'd have to leave soon. I assumed that anyway. And on top of that, I was certain I was falling in love with her again, just like I had nine years ago.

Could you blame me? It was impossible to just remain friends with her when she went through all this extra effort to make sure I was okay. Her kind, considerate, supportive self was always on my mind whether I liked it or not. A girl could dream, right?

After my first day back, Daisy picked me up outside. She insisted when she rang me at lunchtime to make sure I was okay, wanting to know everything about how my first day went. I couldn't find it in myself to say no, so I eventually found her sat on a chair in the lobby when I came downstairs after work.

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The Enforcers: Part 7 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

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Your toes. You can feel your toes. And your knees.

Knees... knees... why do you remember knees?

Oh yeah, Suguru shot the guard's knees. You hope they're alright as you wiggle your right hand. Left hand? Left hand. It's being held by someone. Someone warm. Someone breathing slowly. Asleep.

A nasty, dull ache resounds from your lower left side. No, that's not good.

Your eyes snap open, scanning the room carefully before landing on the sleeping figure beside your bed. Suguru.

Your mouth feels like it's packed with cotton, or else you would speak up and get his attention, but he's fully asleep, eyes closed off to the world. You tenderly squeeze his hand, but he doesn't wake up, head resting on the edge of the couch pulled close to your gurney.

What happened?

Where are you?

You assume everything is okay because you and Suguru haven't been separated, but you can't be too sure. Finally, the door creaks open, and you watch a woman come in and jump a little.

"You're awake," the brown-haired woman whispers, and you nod, blinking slowly. "Good. We were hoping you wouldn't be out for much longer."

"Ho--" your voice cracks, and the lady gets you a bottle of water from the table beside the gurney. You drink it greedily before she answers with certainty.

"A week."

A week?? The lady must see the surprise on your face because she immediately launches into an explanation.

"You were pretty hostile when we first got you in here, pulling out breathing tubes and cursing us out, but once we got you sedated and into surgery, everything became much better."

"Nnnn..." Suguru lifts up off the couch, angling his neck around as he turns to look at the woman. "Y/n..." He almost falls off of the couch with how quickly he tries to stand up, instantly coming to your side. "How do you feel?" he wonders, kissing your knuckles.

"Like hell," you moan, and he chuckles a little, kissing the back of your hand. "I was really out for a week?"

"Yeah," he breathes, sighing heavily. "But you'll be up and moving in no time. Shoko is an expert at removing bullet wounds." Shoko smiles, leaving the two of you alone in the room once she replaces your water bottle.

"Where are we?" At Suguru's grim expression, you fear the worst possible answer, and you get it almost immediately.

"The Fallen Sun District." Fallen Sun... Where all of the exiles of the Kitsune and Leviathans go. The Grand Sun District is hours away, maybe even a full day's journey. You're fugitives now.

"Won't they come looking for us here?" you gasp, trying to sit up.

"No, no, no," the former Leviathan urges you, pressing you back down onto the gurney. "They can't reach us here. We're in the heart of the district."

"It's dangerous here." You can't help the whine escaping from your throat. "Suguru, why here of all places?"

"It's the only place that's safe for us, y/n. I couldn't take you anywhere that would be able to treat your wound and keep us under the radar without Toji or Yuki finding out. This is the only place they don't care about."

"What about Gojo?"

"What about him?" Geto asks, eyes darkening.

"That's your friend; he--"

"No one who is that deep in the CSB is my friend." Wait... "I'm going to let you rest. I'll come back to check on you in a few hours."

"Su." He stops before he reaches the door, turning back to face you. "You knew about the files before I showed them to you, didn't you?"

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"And you wanted me to get rid of them, even though you said you would find out who planted them on my computer. But you never did. You just needed me to keep quiet until you found a way out of the situation." Suguru's face doesn't move; he just waits for you to finish up your conclusion. "You put the files on my computer. But you didn't expect me to go and tell anyone about it." He raises his brow, grimacing.

"You put a lot of people in jeopardy by telling Yuki what you knew."

"You expected me to stay silent and then run away, didn't you? Or worse, be exiled. But they went a step further and tried to have us killed. That's why they wanted the thumb drive. They had no idea that information had been leaked and assumed it was Kenjaku doing this." Your voice rises exponentially as the truth unravels in front of you.

"It was Kenjaku," Suguru states plainly. "It is Kenjaku." Horror floods your veins, and you sit in the bed in shock.

"You're Kenjaku." Panic. Your synapses misfire rapidly, and you see the man in front of you press his lips together, but you're not in the gurney. You're far away, outside of your body, as the realization that you were paired with the man responsible for so much death and destruction sets in. "You gave them the destination of the computer room, too. You knew the jig was up."

"I knew you were smarter than they gave you credit for. But you don't have my side of the story, you see. You don't know why."

"Tell me, then."

"When you're raised in the Fallen Sun district, all you know is suffering and loneliness. The CSB took everyone I loved and turned them into criminals for speaking the truth about their corruption. So... I joined their ranks and gained control of the Fallen Sun District. However, Yu happened to find out my little secret, and I dealt with it the best way I knew how at the time. His death still haunts me, but I took a drastic step out of panic."

"You would've killed me, too."

"No," he tilts his head to the side and bites the inside of his lip. "No, you aren't like Yu. You had doubts about everything before I put those things on your desktop. I just wanted to see if they would push you over the edge." Suguru shrugs. "And it worked. I just didn't expect to fall for you as hard as I did; unfortunately, there's no going back from that." Suguru inches toward the door, his black locks pulled up and away from his face, unlike how he kept it before. "But I don't regret it at all," are his final words before he shuts and locks the door, trapping you in the hospital room.

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White Lies (Pt. 13 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

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Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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“You and Daniel were in a relationship that ended sometime before we met,” Keanu says, gathering his stuff as you do the same, both starting to take the baggage to the living room. “He is Mrs. Davis' son, and I guess she didn't like much when you two broke apart.”

“And where is this Daniel now? I'd like to meet him if he's part of my past.” You stop by the door, as Keanu checks on his phone for the car he just called.

But he puts his phone away, eyes on you. “Daniel passed away a week before your accident.”

“Oh...” You whisper, looking down. “So that's why Lucia got so sad when I said we weren't considering the name.”

“Yeah.”

Furrowing your eyebrows at his weird expression, you step forward and tiptoe, placing a kiss on his lips. “Let's go home, babe.”

•••

Going back home happened without any incidents. But the next days were filled with medical appointments. You assure him you're fine, but Keanu seems to be in an urge to make sure you're completely fine. You try not to complain about it, but things get weird when you notice a strange expression on his face. For too many times to count you caught him looking like he was just about to say something, but for some reason, he gives up. It makes you confront him a couple of times, but he assures you he's just worried as the pregnancy goes on.

Some weeks go by, and you're getting impatient to find out the baby's sex. On your many ultrasounds, they're always on a position that makes it impossible to see it. But you're hopeful for today, and, as you lie on the bed with Keanu, your back against his chest, you take in the soft morning light.

Keanu has an arm around her waist, a hand caressing her belly. Her bare back keeps his body warm, and despite the constant feeling that time is running short, he places kisses on her neck.

He was supposed to tell her the truth weeks ago, the moment they got back from Miami, but he just couldn't. This went too far, he went too far. In every possible aspect. Keanu didn't only fell for her, but he was intimate with (Y/N) too many times to count, and that makes him feel more guilt than anything else.

Her second trimester is just about to end, and now, he's caught in between. Again, for the millionth time, Keanu is caught in between two feelings. His love and his morals.

In his defense, Keanu did try to break the news several times. The words, the destructive, dangerous words were at the tip of his tongue, ready to desolate his life. But they got stuck, and he was too weak at the thought of losing her. Of losing the baby that he loves so much. It doesn't matter how many times he reminds himself the kid isn't his, he's failing to get this fact to grow roots in his heart. Keanu loves the child as if it's his own.

Guilt threatens to devour him entirely sometimes, but right now, in this moment, happiness suppresses everything else. This is his personal paradise, with her, the baby, healthily growing inside her.

Keanu always wanted a family. Settle down, take less and smaller roles. But nobody ever made him feel like he could. Of all the women he dated, nobody ever made him feel like he would give up everything. He thought he knew what love was, and he thought it wasn't as strong as people say... But now, life proved him wrong. This is love, a wrecking ball that came and destroyed his walls, his heart, his wrong perceptions. If only it happened some other way. If he wasn't caught up in this web of lies.

Dr. Harris wasn't happy to know he was sleeping with her. (Y/N) told her, of course, and even though it was in her usual shy and reserved way, the psychologist got the meaning behind the words. And she confronted him, very harshly, and Keanu could do nothing but listen and agree. Because this is wrong. This is the worst kind of betrayal.

(Y/N) moves a little, breathing deeply as she wakes up. A hand finds his, pulling it to her chest, placing a soft kiss on his fingers. “Morning.” She whispers, voice still clouded by sleep. She's used to it now, Keanu is always awake first.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He replies, fingers caressing her chin. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, but I miss lying on my stomach.” She complains, turning around and snuggling into his chest. “What time is it? We have an ultrasound.”

“I know. And we should probably start getting ready.”

“Alright.” (Y/N) mutters, but doesn't give any signs she'll move anytime soon.

But he knows what today is all about, and it will certainly make her excited. “Hopefully we'll finally find out if this little one is Sophie or Liam.”

“Yes!” Immediately, she pushes herself up, an arm sustaining her weight as she looks down at Keanu. And he tries not to stare at her nude figure, even though this is silly compared to everything they're done. Still, he thinks he should at least try. “The baby must be in a good position today. I can't wait anymore.” With that, she's up, smiling as she makes her way to the bathroom.

And Keanu is left behind on the bed, surrounded by his bad decisions. Maybe this is the right time. Maybe, being this happy, she won't hate him so much.

With a lump in his throat, he goes on with his routine, until they're almost ready to go. Keanu waits by the bedroom door frame as she fixes her hair, the bathroom door half open. This is way too sudden, but if he doesn't do that now, if he waits any longer, he'll never be ready. He'll never be brave or strong enough to do this. He took too long already. Now, he can only hope, pray, that this will somehow end up the way he wants.

That he won't lose her.

The moment he sees (Y/N) walking out of the bathroom, Keanu gives a step forward, arms crossed, heart beating so fast it threatens to jump off his chest. The words are at the top of his tongue when his eyes take in her posture. (Y/N) holds the skirt of her blue dress up, all the way to the top of her thigh with one hand, and on the other, there's blood. Bright and red, staining her fingers and the palm of her hand. His eyes turn to her face, blank, scared as she looks at him.

Without thinking too much, his mind on the verge of collapsing, he forces himself to move, quickly making his way over her.

You hate the smell of the soap they have here. You hate this hospital and what it means when you're brought here. It's only far worse now. You're still trying not to burst into tears, trying not to break down again. There's no pain, so that's good. And no more bleeding, which is even better. The feeling you got when you found blood on your underwear was the worst thing in the world. For a moment, a desperate moment, you thought you were going to lose the baby. You wanted to yell, but you didn't have it in you.

If it wasn't for Keanu, you don't know what you'd do.

Now, still walking terribly slow out of nervousness, you leave the hospital bathroom, finding Keanu seated on the edge of your bed, already looking at you.

“Hi, beautiful.” He says, and you remember this was one of the first things he said to you. “Come and lie down. Why did you put the dress on again?”

“Because it's clean and I don't want to stay here.” Instead of doing as he said, you stand before him, your forehead on his chest. “I thought I was going to lose our baby.” Your voice cracks as some tears roll down, arms around his midsection.

“I already spoke to the doctor.” Immediately, you pull away, just enough to look into his eyes. “He assured me you're both alright.”

“Are you sure, Ke?” You plead, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I almost lost my mind.”

“He wants you to rest and that's all. He–” He's cut short by the door being open, and you see Dr. Wright and your obstetrician.

“First of all, you must know the baby is alright.” Dr. Williams says as she comes closer, a tablet on her hands. “Sometimes, such discharges happen, mostly as you progress from the second to the third trimester.” She kindly smiles. “Everything you two need to do is keep up the good job. Make sure to rest, eat healthily, and exercise. But I'll recommend you to lie down for the rest of the day, ok?”

“Ok.” You quickly agree.

“It would be good to avoid surprises. The bad ones at least.” Dr. Wright adds, oddly staring at Keanu. But that's normal, he still needs to look after you, so some things are directed to him. “But we have good news today, right, Dr. Williams?”

“Yes.” From under the tablet, she takes a picture from the ultrasound and hands over to you. “The baby was in a good position and we already know the sex.”

“Oh my God.” You exclaim, smiling for the first time since the incident. “What is it?”

Dr. Williams smiles, exchanging a glance with Dr. Wright. “Mr. and Mrs. Reeves, you'll be having a baby boy.”

“It's Liam!” You yell, throwing your arms around Keanu again. “I was right!”

“You were right.” He agrees, a second before you kiss him, not minding the audience.

“Well, you're free to go home. And call me if you need anything.” Dr. Wright says and the obstetrician agrees before they both leave.

At least something good happened today. You'll finally be able to paint the blank white walls of the baby's bedroom, and buy what you still need.

“I was right.” You repeat, smirking at Keanu. “But we can try again and maybe it'll be a girl. I mean, if we ever spoke about having more than one kid.” Blushing a little, you bite your lip. There are still a lot of things you need to be updated on, and you still get a little sad when it happens.

“I'd love to have more kids if that's what you want, sweetheart,” Keanu says and you smile, kissing him again. “But now let's go home. You need to lie down for the day.”

“Can we stop and buy the paint for Liam's room? We already know the color so it'll only take a minute.” You know you have to rest, but you can't help but feel excited for finally being able to finish off the baby's bedroom. “Please? I'll stay in the car.”

Keanu gives you a look because sometimes you don't always do as you said you would. “Fine, but you won't be painting anything. I can do it myself.”

Nodding, you watch as he takes your bag and guides you out of the hospital room you hate so much. Hopefully, there will be a day you won't have to keep coming here, not because of some incident and not for any appointments.

You did wait in the car this time, and as much as you wanted to hit the mall and buy everything blue and green, Keanu forces you to give up the idea and head straight home. And when you get there, you have his undivided attention. He doesn't only make an incredible lunch, and an incredible dinner, he gives your legs a massage, and it takes a lot of effort to just lie down instead of jumping on him. But this is peaceful, slow, and sweet.

In the weeks that follow, nothing bad happens. You feel great, but you also heavier. Liam is growing fast, and you can't wait any longer to meet him. And neither can Keanu. He gets even more protective with time if that's even possible. And after you almost slipped in the shower, you're not even allowed to shower by yourself. Of course you pretend you're annoyed, but the truth is that you love it.

Despite feeling uncomfortable during this period, Keanu makes everything perfect. There are still no signs you'll get the memories back, and that's a fact now, but you'll follow your psychologist's advice. And Laura's advice, since they're pretty much the same. Living in the past will only get in the way of what's happening now. You have an amazing husband, who loves you deeply, and a child on the way. The present is wonderful, and you won't let anything ruin it.

You're around week 37 now, marking it on the calendar on the fridge door, a hand on your back as you make your way to the kitchen table. Keanu is still upstairs, and you take this chance to pour some honey on your plate. You're still eating the awkward combination when he comes to the kitchen, and you try not to let him see. But Keanu sees everything, and when he takes his place across from you, you feel his eyes burning.

“What?” You innocently ask, shrugging your shoulders.

“Are you eating bacon with honey?”

Biting your lip, you raise an eyebrow at him. “I happen to love honey. And bacon. So it makes sense.” He giggles and you kick his leg under the table. “Don't mess with the pregnant lady.” Warning him, you push the plate away. “I'm done anyway. I'll move to the couch if you don't mind, my back really hurts.”

“Sure. I'll join you in a bit.”

“Ok.” Dragging yourself to the living room, you lie down, hands on your swollen belly. You're almost drifting off to sleep when you feel Keanu sitting down, lifting your legs so he can move closer, caressing your thighs. “Ke, I'm huge.” You complain, eyes on the bump.

“You're beautiful.” Bending down, he places a kiss on your exposed belly, since you have the shirt pulled up. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.” Pouting a little, you try to hold back the giggle when you see his eyebrow raised.

“I would love to show how beautiful I think you are, but Dr. Williams told us to give it a little break.”

“Don't even remind me.” You never complained about anything with your obstetrician, but when she told you and Keanu should probably avoid sleeping together, you had to speak up. Even though your cheeks were burning. But in the end, you did comply. And you wouldn't have much of a choice anyway, since Keanu does everything the doctors say. “I heard your phone beeping. Everything alright in Arch?”

“Yes. That was just Lucia.” He says, obviously a little annoyed. “She just moved here. She's renting an apartment not so far away.”

“What the hell.” Sighing, you roll your eyes. This woman won't leave you alone, it doesn't matter what you say. “Why is she doing that? Isn't it obvious we don't want her around?” A couple of weeks ago she showed up again, and another argument happened. Keanu had to kick her out because the recommendations were that you shouldn't be put under any kind of stress.

“She loves you and the baby. That's why she wants to be around.” You don't get it. Keanu doesn't like her either, so why does he still speak like this?

“I know you can't stand her, you don't have to fake it with me.”

“But this isn't about me, sweetheart, it's about you and the people who were in your life before.”

The kindness in his voice makes you sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You're amazing, did you know that?” Placing kisses on his face, you smile. “I love you. I'm worried to death and I'm trying not to get anxious with the labor, but you're making everything perfect. You're the best husband I could ever have.”

“I'm just trying to be the husband you deserve.” With a hand caressing your cheek, Keanu kisses you full on the lips, and you take no time before kissing him back. You don't know what you'd do without him, but luckily, you won't ever have to find out.

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[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐗 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

whatever’s happening between you and hajime , tooru is not having any of it .

word count : 1.7k

saudade masterlist .

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀the moment you walked into the classroom, tooru felt his chest compress with the sight of you and hajime attached to each other by the hip. everything about what he saw was wrong, in every single aspect of the word. it sickened him down to the stomach. digust could never fully cover the monstrosity he witnessed.

⠀what the living hell was his girlfriend doing with his best friend, of all people?

⠀dare he even call iwaizumi his best friend at this point? friends, even?

⠀he wanted to go up to you and greet you, to ask about your being and if there was anything you needed. that's what a good boyfriend would do, right? then again, a good boyfriend wouldn't treat you like shit. nor would a good boyfriend blame you for things you had nothing to do with.

⠀and a good boyfriend certainly wouldn't tell you to fuck off, leading up to a car crash that would most likely ruin him for the rest of the year.

⠀"oikawa, are you not going to say anything to y/n?"

⠀shook from his thoughts at the mention of your name, tooru winced as he eyed the individuals around his desk. they all had the same face; angry, disgusted scowls meant for only him. he deserved it, he really did; he had purposely turned his head to the window the moment you walked in. he wanted to keep his gaze outside too, if not for these people around him.

⠀shrugging slightly as he looked up at his unwanted company, he spotted you standing idly at your designated desk. turning his vision slightly to the right, there was iwaizumi, paging you over and over again, but you weren't listening.

⠀no, your eyes were completely on his.

⠀his heart skipped a beat as your eyes focused on him and him alone, a million thoughts ran through his head like a marathon as he tried to understand why you were looking at him, and why you were looking at him so... curiously. did you know? did you remember everything? how much did hajime really tell you? it didn't take an idiot to know he had been spending the most time with you, so there was no guessing of what he's informed you of. as far as tooru knew, he'd already told you of how shitty of a boyfriend he was, and that he'd never be worth your time again.

⠀but if that were the case, you wouldn't have looked over at him so fondly. just one second of shared eye contact was enough to brand the image of you in oikawa's head for the rest of the day, leaving him to ponder on what he should do about you, and how to make his own life less miserable than what he had already bestowed upon himself. part of him wanted to give up, to accept that he was a complete asshole unworthy of redemption.

⠀and he would've accepted it too,

⠀if hajime iwaizumi wasn't in the picture.

⠀something about the way he looked so perfect, so delighted, so content with being right next to you, at your beck and call - it was disgusting. truely, utterly humilating. the way hajime was so quick to answer to your every need; tooru noticed it all day, the way iwaizumi came to your rescue every time you needed anything. directions, assistance with assignments, even remembering names. whatever your problem was, iwa had the solution. and it sickened tooru down to the pits of his stomach.

⠀it's as if he wanted to replace oikawa as your boyfriend.

⠀he ignored it in the past, whenever he heard rumors about the ace's crush on you. makki and mattsun would constantly tease iwaizumi about it, but would stop whenever the captain enter the room. there were only a couple of times where the brunet had fully listened in to a couple of conversations, but he never thought anything of it in the past. why should oikawa care if iwa had a crush on his girlfriend? tooru knew you were completely smitten over him, so there was nothing he had to be self-conscious about.

⠀looking at the two of you now, ignoring iwa's growing feelings for you added to his list of never-ending regrets.

⠀seeing how his best friend was able to sweep you away from him so easily, it scared tooru, to say the least. had he been planning this for a while? was he always eyeing for the day you and him would finally call it quits? tooru remembered vividly how quickly iwaizumi was to act upon you running out of the gym that dreadful day, and how he himself was frozen in nothing more than confusion. his first assumption was that you were running home, since you didn't live too far from seijoh.

⠀of course, that assumption ran clear down the drain the moment iwa returned with you bleeding out in his arms. tooru didn't know where you were bleeding from - most likely the head, assuming it was a car accident. you were fluttering in and out of consciousness, which scared oikawa back into reality.

⠀you were dying in iwaizumi's arms.

⠀he... he's your boyfriend, so he has every right to see if you're okay, right?

⠀so why the fuck won't iwaizumi let him near you?

⠀who gave him the right to tell him to stay away from you? no, he should be the one staying away from you, you were oikawa's girlfriend. his significant other. not iwaizumi's.

⠀yet, he was the one treating you the way a real boyfriend should.

⠀tooru was left alone at school again after another long day, his thoughts in a scramble as he walked around the halls to think. he considered walking into the gym, but he hadn't touched a single volleyball in weeks. did he even deserve to pick up a volleyball again? it was the sport that drove him into an angry frenzy, unleashing a chain reaction leading to your accident. it was by chance you got by with just a concussion and amnesia; it could've been much, much worse - worst being you dying. and it would've been your own boyfriend's fault.

⠀tooru turned the corner to bump into none other than hajime himself, who seemed to be in a hurry before laying eyes on his former captain. the two males stood in front of each other in silence, the tension grew heavy in the air. oikawa didn't want to be in his presence, nor did iwaizumi want to be in his presence. their lips were sealed, there wasn't anything that needed to be said between them.

⠀"hajime? where are you?"

⠀tooru's posture stiffened at your voice, his eyes immediately wandering to spot your whereabouts. why were you still here? why were both of you still here?

⠀"y/n..." his decision made, tooru was going to find you. even with iwaizumi here, that shouldn't stop him. as aggressive as iwa was sometimes, oikawa wasn't really scared of him. if he was going to talk to you, then he damn well was going to talk to you. and the things you deserved to hear from him were endless. "i'm going to talk to y/n, iwa-chan." he spat out the nickname, one usually addressed out of endearment, like venom. it threw the other off guard, but not long enough for tooru to walk past him.

⠀"no, you're not going to."

⠀"excuse me? get out of my way, let me go see-"

⠀oikawa grunted as he felt iwa grab him by the blazer, slamming him against a locker with animalistic ferocity. he had never seen hajime so pissed off as he was now, his teeth visibly clenched together as he glared at his fellow third year. "no, you're not," he hissed, his fists clenching around the fabric even tighter to make sure tooru couldn't escape. "you're not fucking stepping near y/n today, tomorrow, or ever. you don't deserve to see her again, so do her a favor and stay out of her life. got it, shittykawa?"

⠀seeing how oikawa was helpless in his hold, iwaizumi waited for him to reply before letting him go. seeing how tooru decided it was better off remaining silent, all he really could do was let go anyway; you had just turned the same corner and came face to face with both boys.

⠀"hajime? what are you doing?"

⠀his name sounded horrible in your mouth. tooru felt sick as iwaizumi backed up and shrugged, faking a chuckle before focusing his attention on you again. "ah, y/n. nothing to worry about, just a small disagreement is all. have you finished collecting your homework yet? i'll take you home if you are, just meet me outside."

⠀"yeah, i'll go now." you nodded, but not before looking at oikawa once more. tooru wasn't even sure how to react, only sufficing with a half-hearted smile and a wave.

⠀"you're... oikawa, right?"

⠀his heart cracked in two when his surname escaped your lips. having been used to being addressed as tooru for so long, he should've never taken advantage of it. even so, all he could do in this present moment was bite his tongue to hold back from crying in front of the two of them. "yeah... yeah, that's me. glad to know you're alright... y/n."

⠀"thank you." unsure of how else to continue the conversation, you turned around and left, not wanting to pry into their conversation.

⠀iwaizumi waited until you turned the corner to face the other male once more, his facade for you completely gone. there he was back with his angry snarl, pointing a finger at him menacingly. "i'm warning you," he seethed, "stay away from y/n. you'll just make her life a living hell again, and i won't let you ruin her life twice."

⠀tooru hadn't even gotten a chance to reply before hajime turned the corner they originally bumped into, following your footsteps to walk you home, as promised. tooru couldn't process what had just happened, his brain not able to understand that iwazumi was going to take you home. that he was going to help you with homework.

⠀that he was going to be by your side everyday.

⠀no, fuck that. he couldn't let that happen.

⠀one way or another, tooru will prove to you that he can be the boyfriend you deserve, even with iwa as a thorn in his side.

⠀"fuck you, iwaizumi. i am worthy of redemption. i'll prove you wrong, just you wait."

a / n : and how exactly is tooru going to prove that he’s worthy of redemption? well... that’s for another chapter ;) n e ways ! some of y’all have heard of me beginning an iwaizumi smau , and that’s correct ! keeping it secret though , but expect the masterlist soon :>

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[tarlos-spain]

Febuwhump Day 1: Head wound

Title: You sleep close to me, but dreaming so far away

Fandom: 9-1-1 Lone Star

Pairing: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Characters: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, the 126 family, Owen Strand

Chapters: 1/?

This story was born for the Febuwhump, so enjoy it.

Summary: The blood running down his face and across his lips woke Carlos up. He coughed from the strong metallic taste running down his throat. He rolled over and then realized he was lying on a road, literally in the middle of nowhere.

It was night and with no city lights, he could see a million stars in the sky. He took a moment to think about everything that had happened in the last few hours. The mission; there were about seventy-five people deployed on all four sides of the city.

They were not going to let the fugitives escape and they had everything under control. So what had gone wrong? They had split them into groups, Carlos working with FBI Agent Terrence, along with eight other police officers from the city.

"Have a good day and see you tonight," TK said as Carlos grabbed his bag and walked to the door. "Come back to me, remember you have to come back to me."

It was their tradition: when one of them left for work, they would promise to see each other when the shift was over, no matter what time it was, no matter how many hours the shift lasted. The first thing was to see each other, kiss and cuddle on the couch until they fell asleep, or until they got hungry.

The morning was awful when they woke up. The sun wasn't quite out yet, but it was easy to see the storm clouds that would soon bring rain. TK hated days when there was no sun; in a way he needed the natural light to wake up in a good mood.

"I always feel like I'm married to Superman," Carlos said, rolling over in bed. There were still five minutes before the alarm clock went off and he wanted to seize them before starting a double shift in the patrol car.

"What do you mean? I assure you I don't have any Superman powers, babe."

"You have a lot of things, starting with the good heart and the need to help everyone. But, in case you didn’t know, Superman needs sunlight so he can use his powers and regenerate when he gets hurt."

"Wait, you never told me you liked to read comics - comic con?"

"Every summer from the time I was sixteen until I entered the police academy? You?"

"About the same."

"Does that mean we probably saw each other in the halls sometime before we met?"

TK nodded and they both burst out laughing. Carlos kissed him, there were still things that made them prove to each other that they had more in common than they thought. They lay on the bed and cuddled until finally the alarm on Carlos's phone went off and it was time to come back to reality.

"I'll call you as soon as I have some free time. I think I'm going to spend most of today in the patrol car driving around the city. If nothing strange happens..."

"Shhhh." TK approached Carlos with two cups of coffee, handed him one and put two fingers to his lips. "I don't know about cops, but we firefighters are... they're very superstitious people and the worst thing a firefighter can do is say that phrase."

"What did I say?"

"That thing about if it doesn't...you know...happen...that."

"Oh."

"Exactly, don't say it, because the opposite will most likely happen and I assure you it will be a very bad day."

He gave Carlos another nervous kiss, until he noticed his boyfriend's hands pressing against him tightly.

"I'm sorry, tiger, I didn't mean to overwhelm you just after getting up. I won't say it again, don't worry."

"It's okay, I don't like days that start with a storm on the horizon. Just be careful out there today, please."

TK watched him as he left, feeling it was going to be a really long day and feeling even worse that he wasn't wrong when he saw the news on TV.

"Five escaped prisoners. Five convicts who were to be transferred to prison have managed to take control of the vehicle in which they were being transported, and five minutes later escaped to the outskirts of Austin."

Carlos called him a moment later.

"Tell me it's not because of what I said this morning," he said in a voice intended to be ironic. "The point is, I've been asked to join the search for those fugitives. I'll be late today, it's possible I'll be in on it until tomorrow."

"Babe, those people are dangerous, aren't they?"

"Five murderers who have to serve life sentences for multiple murders."

"And I suppose it's mandatory that you're part of..." TK took a sharp breath and let the air out slowly, he didn't want to show how worried he was...even if he didn't know why at that moment. "It's your job, I know, but I don't want you to put yourself in danger for no reason. There are other people, other agents who... They're dangerous killers, babe."

"TK, it's going to be fine; it's not the first time I’ve been on a mission like this, and it's rare when something bad happens or like in the movies."

"Sorry, really, sorry. You said it, everything will be fine. I love you, do what you can to come home tonight."

They both knew that probably wouldn't happen, but they said goodbye, still maintaining the naturalness of a normal day.

TK didn't hear from Carlos again all day and didn't want to bother him or seem insecure either. But the truth was that watching the news, listening to the stories they told about those fugitives, weren’t making it any easier for him to watch the hours go by without word from Carlos.

"Babe, I know catching dangerous guys isn't as fast as it is in the movies," TK texted Carlos past three in the morning, and also more than eight hours without hearing from him.

He had invited his father home for dinner. He didn't want to be alone on such a complicated day. Being alone meant thinking too much, getting overwhelmed and scared. That never ended well.

So when the phone rang from an unknown number in the middle of the night, father and son stared at each other. Owen had told TK to go to sleep, he was staying up until they heard from Carlos.

He hadn't given him time to do so.

"Mr. Strand?" said a female on the other end of the phone. Although she had only uttered two words so far, she sounded cold which sent a shiver through TK's entire body. "This is Agent Terrence, I'm in command of the group of officers who are searching for the escaped prisoners."

"Yes...pleased to meet you..." stammered TK. "Can you tell me how things are going?"

"TK, excuse me but..."

"I know, I know, you can't tell me how the mission is going and I don't really care... I care that these people end up back in jail, but I haven't heard from my husband in hours and I'm worried."

"That's why I'm calling you. Agent Reyes has been part of one of the groups that have been chasing fugitives all day today." TK walked over to the couch, he knew that whatever that woman was going to tell him was not good news. "Mr. Strand, what I'm about to tell you... I'm sorry, I really am."

"What...what are you sorry about? Agent Terrence, what happened to Carlos?"

*

The blood running down his face and across his lips woke Carlos up. He coughed from the strong metallic taste running down his throat. He rolled over and then realized he was lying on a road, literally in the middle of nowhere.

It was night and with no city lights, he could see a million stars in the sky. He took a moment to think about everything that had happened in the last few hours. The mission; there were about seventy-five people deployed on all four sides of the city.

They were not going to let the fugitives escape and they had everything under control. So what had gone wrong? They had split them into groups, Carlos working with FBI Agent Terrence, along with eight other police officers from the city.

They had been ordered to find Logal Tanner, a criminal convicted of six murders and the attempted murder of four others. Three consecutive life sentences awaited him. He had nowhere to go, everyone knew his face, Terrence and other agents said they only had to follow procedure.

Everything would be fine.

He had lost count of how many times he had heard those words in a single day, or worse, how many times he had said them in his mind. Now it turned out that neither when he had heard them nor when he had uttered them had been correct.

He tried to sit up, but realized it was a very bad idea, for as soon as he lifted his head a little, he felt the most terrible pain he had ever felt. It spread from right inside his head, down his neck, and into his back.

He was sure it was a concussion, if not something worse, for when he put his hand to his head he could almost feel the fracture beyond the scalp. So he lay back down on the asphalt.

For a while, for a few hours, he had considered joining the FBI—those agents had more knowledge, more tools, and they seemed more capable than the Austin police. Maybe it was the step forward he had been missing for some time.

But as the hours on the mission wore on, he soon realized that no one really knew where to look for Tanner. They split them into smaller groups of two or three and had them comb along all the roads.

They had placed him with two other city police officers and he turned out to be the one with the most experience. That had been one of the problems, he remembered now. The other two, a girl who had only been an officer for two years and a silent boy who, despite being a cop for three years, was more scared than a five year old, unanimously decided to follow his orders.

"TK..." he groaned as he turned around, ready to get up, even if he had to get on all fours like a damn dog to do so. But he had no intention of lying there any longer, or worse, risking dying from the head wound. "TK...I'm alive...I'm alive...I'm coming back to you. Trust me, please."

He had been about to call TK while the girl whose name he couldn't even remember was driving. The other boy—Jack or John, he couldn’t remember because it was all a blur in his memory—in the back seat of the car leaned towards the front.

"Have I heard of you?"

Carlos turned around before he finished the message he was texting TK. "Excuse me?"

"You're Carlos Reyes, aren't you? Your father is a ranger; the story of how that arsonist tried to burn you and your boyfriend alive is mythical among rookies, though I honestly prefer the one about how you freed your boyfriend from kidnapping..."

"Husband, TK is my husband, though I hope I'm not known for being married to a man."

The boy, John... Now he remembered his name was John, went back to his seat and didn't say anything else for quite a while. Carlos turned his attention back to the phone. "I'm sorry but I don't think I can..."

The message was left incomplete because of his other companion's shout.

"There! Tanner's there."

She braked hard, and they got out of the car and took off running, chasing him on foot, and then... Then, there was nothing. Just pain, darkness, and waking up in the middle of the road.

He reached into his pocket where he always kept his phone tucked away, but obviously it was gone; he didn't have his gun either. Whatever had happened in the lost time wasn't important if he didn't manage to get on the road home...wherever that was.

He managed to get to his knees and then the nausea hit. He vomited in the middle of the road and, as he did so, he felt again the pain of the three blows he had taken to his head.

The worst was the one to the temple, from which blood was still gushing, although now the flow of blood was less, but that had been the second one. The first had been to the back of the head, someone had made him fall to the ground... Tanner, it had to have been Tanner, they had found him and he had done everything possible to escape. The third blow he couldn't remember, but he had the feeling that he had woken up and then had been hit again.

His stomach was empty and his throat was sore when he finished vomiting.

It was now or never. He struggled with his legs, with his whole body to get to his feet and after staggering with the first few steps, he managed to walk and, most importantly, lift his head to see what awaited him. Road on one side, road on the other.

The headache was not the only pain in his body. He must have had a couple of broken ribs and one of his legs and an ankle hurt, but nothing serious enough to keep him from walking... Nothing like the head wound.

Before setting off somewhere, he tore off a piece of his shirt and made himself a makeshift bandage. Not that his clothes were extremely clean, but it was the best he had on hand at the moment.

"I'm so sorry I said that stupid thing that jinxed the day, sweetheart. I've learned my lesson, I won't say it again, tiger. I don't know where I am...but I'm coming back, TK. I'm coming back to you."

He staggered again, but managed to stand and keep walking. He was lucky to find a sign which said: Austin 15 miles. It was a long way to go, but if he stayed where he was, in the middle of the road, it would be no better. Of all things, his only chance was to walk somewhere and hope someone found him.

He knew that with the headache he was feeling, how dizzy he was, the blurred vision and nausea, the best case was a concussion; the worst...if it was anything more than a concussion he would find out soon enough, so he just decided to keep walking, the image of TK waiting for him at home in his head.

*

"Three hours ago we lost contact with your husband's team," Agent Terrence said.

"Three hours? You lost contact with my husband three hours ago and you're telling me now?"

"We found the bodies of his two partners an hour ago and..."

"What?" TK thought he dropped the phone from his hand. "No...Carlos...no."

He looked at his father, willing him to hand him the phone because he didn't want to hear what that woman had to say to him just yet. If he didn't hear it, then it wasn't real.

"That's precisely why I hadn't contacted you yet, Mr. Strand. Carlos is still unaccounted for."

"You should have told me much earlier, I deserved to know."

"Excuse me, Mr. Strand, but it's protocol."

"Fuck protocols, dammit! My husband has been missing for over three hours and you're telling me they've found the bodies of the two officers who were with him!" A sharp pressure in his chest made TK pause for a moment to try to breathe. "What do you know about Carlos, damn it?"

"We lost contact with him shortly after his team managed to find the convict they were looking for. They were headed in the direction of the city forces."

"And?"

Owen's hand on TK’s shoulder gave him enough strength to keep from bursting into tears.

"We lost contact with them until we found..."

TK dropped the phone and let out a desperate cry. He curled up on the couch and listened to his father say something over the phone to the agent. He couldn't care less. Then she saw him move, maybe in slow motion or maybe it was just that his brain had slowed down. He leaned over him and hugged him. TK let himself go, he had no strength or desire to do anything.

“I knew something was going to go wrong today, Dad. I could feel it.”

“Just because they haven’t found Carlos, doesn’t mean… Anything could have happened.”

“Make him come back, please, Dad. I can’t lose him, I can’t lose…”

“Shhh. TK, we’re not going to lose hope, but you need to sleep.”

“No…”

“We’re not going anywhere.” Owen moved him so that TK’s head rested on his legs. “Remember when they discharged you in New York after your last relapse? For two days, you slept like this, with me on the sofa.” He stroked TK’s head, and then his back—that always worked on his son.

TK fell asleep in the early hours, exhausted from crying, hoping that it might have all been a nightmare. Maybe, when he woke up, that day would never have existed.

#Tarlos #9-1-1 lone star #lonestar #febuwhump #Hurt Carlos #Whump Carlos #Carlos is in a coma #Hospital #Dreams #Desperate TK

[radiorenjun]

Grand announcement ❗❗❗

Yep you read that right and no this is not a joke, unfortunately.

Honestly is it that much of a surprise?

Um I don't know when I'm actually going to post this or if I will post this considering I've been debating on whether i should actually take time off of not. But depending on the date I post this, its either going to be one of two reasons or both.

LETS GO WITH THE POSITIVE ONE FIRST SHALL WE?

First of all, Happy Ramadan! My maids going back to her old village for the holidays so I'm going to have to assist my parents in babysitting more til she gets back. Therefore I will be too busy to post or update. Or maybe my parents plan an unexpected vacation or something and I'll be too busy to communicate with anyone on my phone.

Edit: I take it back my mom fired her when she caught some cigarette ashes in her room today (my maid went back to her village yesterday btw) and now we gonna get a temporary one that comes and goes everyday at the end of Ramadan LMFAOOO more chores for me then

Also, im posting this to just inform everyone I'll be okay and I'll return somewhere in the end of May or the beginning of June considering I promised a few moots to voice call then. Man, it feels weird speaking all serious like this. It feels even weirder that I'm not even using capslock lmfao.

Okay the other reason. Im not really thrilled to think that it's finally drove me up so far i have to take a break from everything.

If you can't tell from how I've been on and off lately uh like my mental health is getting bad. Like really really bad?

I won't go into much details but for safety stuff here's your trigger warning for ED, SH, Depression, Nightmares, etc. If you don't want to read this part you can scroll down until you see some random red statement I'll write later so you can see what I have to say before i leave.

Uh okay where do I start. To sum it all up basically, my mental health is in absolute ruins? At the moment?? Uh... It's been the worst it has been in the past three to four years? I don't know anymore. I can't sleep properly because I keep having nightmares of past su1c1d3 attempts and the outcome of actually succeeding. I can't eat properly anymore. My SH habits and my anxiety is coming back (every beginning of every month though so it wasn't as bad as way way when this started) and I trying my best to stop it again. I'm almost a month clean but I doubt that I can last more than that again because everything seems to get worse and worse. I cry myself to sleep because of my thoughts being so fucked up. I tried coming forward with this so many times to my parents and my teachers but they won't believe me, i can't do anything anymore except try to get better by myself. I can't bring myself to communicate with anyone anymore knowing full well that the only thing that's keeping me alive at this moment is socializing. I keep having flashbacks of when older men stalked me everywhere I went in the past. I lie awake knowing that nothing can bring me comfort except seeing that one idol who you all probably know by now. Im literally depending on him to keep me together during the day it's not even funny anymore lmfao.

I have to do endless chores, deal with all of this at once, catch up on two semesters worth of materials for my new school, deal with my graduation ceremony which is coming around this month or next month? Somehow I developed some type of anger issues the past year so haha that's great yuh no.

To stop you from worrying, no, I don't have suicidal tendencies anymore but I don't exactly have something to be thrilled living for. I'm just vibin in life at this point lmao

I'm just tired. I'm really really tired. Id lie awake crying my eyes out while listening to renjun voice audios. I'm tired of crying all the time and I'm tired of everything. Im tired of laying in bed overthinking and stressing bout things that wouldnt normally bother as much. I promise I won't do anything stupid

I won't be gone long. I'm not okay at the moment but I will be. Because at the end i need to be okay again. I'm giving myself time to heal again before something gets bad. I promise I'll come back from time to time. I promise I'll be okay again and I'll come back as that happy hyper renjun simp who swears and uses capslock, spamming memes or whatever.

I'm not comfortable opening up about anything that goes beyond too sad in my life so I'm just going to leave it at that

You can stop scrolling now. The triggering part is over.

Thank you for all the moots who decided to cheer me up unknowingly whenever I was having a mental breakdown. Thank you for reading up to here lmfao uh I don't know what to say? God Im a mess.

Dms on both tumblr and discord will be pretty slow. I'm sorry but I'll reply to my asks like a day or two after they're sent. I won't be posting much until June and I'm truly sorry for those who were waiting for the last chapter of idni, im taking this chance to also rethink the ending so I can somehow make it better than I originally planned it literally a year ago.

Damn broken English 101.

As I said before, I'll be okay when I get back. I'll be the happy hyper angie I always was and always will be when I return. I don't know when I'll post this but hopefully I don't haha. You don't have to be worried about me, this happened before and I always come back okay again. I'll be okay, I promise. I'll be back in a month.

Do what yall do and don't forget to tag me whenever you post any renjun fics haha. I'll miss you all, don't forget about me okay? Haha.

I'll be looking forward to writing again and hopefully I'll be mentally and physically healthy then. Hopefully I'll have my motivation in writing back again by then. I'll try my best to commit into getting better and being happy. Plus I wanna start an sm au but rn it doesn't seem very likely haha

I'll be contacting my networks bout this as soon as I post this.

Thank you and see you all later

#announcement! #bye bye

[boxofbadaddiction]

Sure to Spark Rumours

Harry Potter x Reader

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 4 & 5

"Hi I'm [y/n or Character], I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable."

"I wish I could but I don't want to."

Warnings: a single curse word.

-my first time ever writing for Harry-

Umbridge had it out for Harry. No matter what he did his sheer existence just seemed to land him in strife. She were determined, it appeared, to punish him over even the smallest of incidents. At this point he'd simply come to expect them.

So, as the various groups of students gathered within the Castle Courtyard watched her Tiny, Gargoyle-like figure barrell across the way towards the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry prepared himself for the worst. Although, he had to admit this weren't a particularly "small" incident this time.

Crabbe and Goyle had been tormenting a Hufflepuff second year as Harry noticed passing by on his way to meet Ron and Hermione. He had warned the two if they didn't stop they'd soon regret it. Naturally, they didn't listen. Rather making matters decidedly worse for themselves by shoving the tiny student down against the stone floor. As a result Crabbe currently found himself sprouting Bat wings across his face, while Goyle fished himself from the slime of the Courtyard fountain. Rushing his dimwitted best friend to the infirmary with a lame threat thrown over his shoulder.

An action which of course caught the attention of the Hogwarts High Inquisitor immediately.

"My, my, my. Mr Potter. Care to explain yourself?" She smiled sweetly up at the boy. Harry glared back at the woman before him with an utterly unimpressed expression. "Please, enlighten me, on what possible grounds could one justify such a heinous attack on a fellow pupil?" Silence. Harry didn't trust the words rolling on the tip of his tongue not to make matters infinitely worse than they already were. "Given the circumstances and your rather...unpleasant, track record there really is no alternative. Yes, I'm afraid suspension is the only -"

"It wasn't Harry!" a voice called. Eyes all turned to its source where a girl was striding proudly towards the pair.

"I beg your pardon?" "It was me. I did it, Harry had nothing to do with it." Harrys eyes went wide, mouth falling open slightly at the girls words. "Is that so?" Umbridge spoke in an unconvinced tone. "Yes. They were bullying some second year and I wouldn't stand for it. I hexed Crabbe then stunned Goyle." The girl stood so confidently before them Harry wondered if she weren't crazy. She had to be to confess to such a thing. He didn't even know her name, yes they were in the same year - he'd seen her in a few of his classes but no more than that. Why would she cover for him?

His eyes traced her body, stopping on the tie which hung from her neck. Green. Why on Earth...

"I must say I find your declaration rather unlikely, Miss?"

"[Y/L/N]."

"Miss [Y/L/N]. Seeing as Harry is the one with his wand drawn, standing in the middle of the courtyard and you were not."

"Didn't fancy sticking around after the fact." She stated bluntly. "Check my wand if you dont believe me. See the last spell I cast." The Slytherin pulled her wand from the pocket of her robes, holding it out expectantly for the Teacher to take. "I hardly find that necessary. Potter is clearly the guilty culprit."

"Then why would I confess?"

"To cover for your friend, of course."

"Friend? I'm friend no of Gryffindor."

"Perhaps I'll simply ask the two unfortunate victims of this assault. That ought to clear this matter up."

"They'll never admit to being bested by a Witch. They'll happily feed into your lie that this was Harrys doing. Much to your satisfaction I'm sure."

"My dear girl, why would that ever bring me any satisfaction?"

"Because he's your favourite toy." The girl shot fiercely. "We all know it." Umbridge began grinding her teeth in frustration before her sickly sweet, fake, smile was forced back upon her face. "That's quiet enough." "Is it?"

A crowd had gathered by now, all captivated by the scene before them. By the amount of attitude being spat in their Teachers face.

"Very well, Miss [Y/L/N] if you would accompany me to my office where we can discuss your actions in private."

"Mmm, I wish I could but I don't want to." She smiled. "The walk just isn't worth the punishment you won't give me. Seeing as how I'm Slytherin so, really, why bother with the added leg work."

"This is not a matter of want. It is obligation. It is a direct order a-"

"And I have refused."

"My office, Miss [Y/L/N] now. I won't ask agai-"

"No."

"DETENTION! Miss [Y/L/N]. 6pm. Tomorrow night, my office." The girl grinned before her angry professor "It's a date." "Be late and the repercussions will be...severe." "I wouldn't miss it for the world." She winked, deliberately antagonising her now.

Umbridge turned sharply on her heel, eyeing the gathered crowd with her head held high before strutting away.

Stunned and excited voices began to swirl amongst the onlookers as to what they just witnessed. A Slytherin just stood up for Harry Potter? This was a scandal! It would be interesting to hear the rumours which this sparked through the school by dinner tonight.

"You shouldn't have done that" Harry spoke, finally having found his voice. "You're welcome." "You have no idea what she's like. What she's capable of. What she's-" "You've faced Voldemort head on, don't tell me you're scared of a Strawberry Shitcake in there." She guestured with her head in the direction Umbridge had walked away. Harrys brows furrowed at her comment. He wasn't sure what took him most by surprise; the fact she wasn't afraid to say the true name of You-Know-Who, the amusing nickname for Umbridge or the fact she was making a joke at a time like this. As silence overtook them while he contemplated what had just unfolded the atmosphere quickly became awkward. The pressure of countless eyes bearing down on the pair certainly didn't help.

"Hi, I'm [Y/N] I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable." [Y/N] reached her hand out to Harry in greeting to break the silence between them.

Stunned but rather amused a slight chuckle rolled from the back of Harrys throat while he reached, shaking the outstretched hand.

"Why did you-"

"Save your ass?"

"Yeah."

"Can't let you hold all the attention now can we?' [Y/N] smiled as she placed her hands in her pockets before her smile faded completely. With a quick glance around the square to ensure they were far enough from being within ear shot of anyone over hearing their conversation she continued in a whisper, "Look, I'm a friend of...someone's...who's in your little 'club'. I know what you're doing and I fully support it. So when I heard her talking about your suspension I-I couldn't let that happen."

Harry, yet again, was at a loss as her words clouded his brain. She knew? Who told her? A Slytherin supported him? The swirling of questions made him dizzy and soon found himself feeling very uncomfortable in this situation.

She was so different from any other Slytherin he'd met, she seemed kind and there was something relaxing about being in her presence. Something familiar in the warmth of her smile. The effect she had on him was odd to say the least as he were unable to form a single coherent sentence, left but a stuttering awkward mess.

"You a-you may very well be the first Slytherin to ever get a detention from her." [Y/N] laughed at his comment. Thankful for his ability to restore the light-hearted atmosphere. The two stood staring gleefully between one another for a moment. Perhaps a moment too long...

Harry cleared his throat, running a hand through the soft curls of his untamed hair. "Well I'd-a better get-get going. Ron and Hermione are waiting for me. It's where I was heading before I-I mean you attacked Malfoys cronies." He smiled.

"Yeah, no, of course. I'm sorry to hold you." She spoke sincerely. "Thanks again, if you ever need anything I really owe you." He began walking backwards from her. She nodded in reply before turning to walk back to her friend group when...

"[Y/N]!" Harry was sprinting back towards her. "About that friend of yours, next time they-they're ya know. Tag along. Won't you?" His vivid green eyes flickered frantically between her [E/C] ones. A bright smile spread across her features, "yeah? Okay, absolutely!" "Great! I'll see you there then" Harry had been a bit taken back as she accepted but shock quickly subsidised for something else entirely. Excitement? His heart was fluttering in anticipation as he ran off, a giddy smile on his lips.

Just wait until Ron and Hermione hear about this...

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