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iceprincessviviane · 11 months

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Chapter 3 - New in the town.

Heritage series.

Pairing: poly!BTS (Demons) x Female!Shy!Skinny!Chosen!Reader

Type: dark romance, horror au, soulmate au, ploy relationship, slowburn, yandere.

Warnings: Horror themes, some religion themes (mostly demonic), gore, blood, dreams, manipulation, witchcraft, magic themes, death (side characters), mentionings of forced marriage, mentioning about past, loss, yandere, obsessive, possessive, swearing, low self-esteem,dealing with grief, sugestive content and silly jokes created by me. (If there is more to add let me know.)

Previous chapter. Next chapter.

Summary: new town, new peopple. Accomodating might be hard, but small steps should be enough. As long as there is not any problems, everything is good.

Author's note: this chapter also might be longer because of town's description. I hope the introduction of members won't be too cheesy and cringe 😌 English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

MINORS DNI

Y/N woke up without any alarm's help. The night was peacefuly, she even dreamt about the forest around the city, for the next three day, she didn't have to log in the work, so had all time to figured out things with mansion. After doing a morning routine and eating yet again sandwiches, she got a text from Jungkook, he'll show up with a man who can rent her a car. Y/N went outside since it was pretty warm, got a closer look to an old tree and through gate to separted garden, then opened main gate. Not even five minutes went by, when two pick ups parked, from first got out Jungkook, now in baggy clothes and free failing hair, from second man in his mid fifties with a cigarette and hat.

"Good morning miss." He shook her hand.

"Good morning, nice to meet you." She said with little smile.

"So Jungkook told me you looking for a car to rent. It happens that this one is sitting at garage for like two months and I don't need it, but well it's quite a big one."

Y/N glanced at blue, goodlooking pick up. It clearly looked like not used, because there wasn't a personal stuff.

"I just need something to be able to get to the town down below and back here." She explained honestly.

"Oh, so it's perfect it's nice and reliabe car, just my brother left it, because he's abroad."

Man proceed to show her all the papers, confirming that it's well treated car and it won't just let her down.

"I think it's what I am looking for. What's the price of the rent?" She asked really convinced.

"We can summed up things right before your leaving, I don't want to take too much since you'll be just using it in town." Man said honestly.

Jungkook was observing their conversation quietly. His car was bigger and was black. He leaned on it's door and crossed his arms.

"Okay, I will fill it if it'll be necessary and maybe you have someone to confirm about the bills?" Y/N suggested little clueless.

"Yea they know me at gas station, so they'll know that you are renting my car." Man smiled.

Y/N signed the contract and they have exchanged the hand shake. Jungkook showed his bunny smile.

"Thanks Jungkook."

"It's okay buddy, get in the car I'll drive you to the town." He said and opened door for a man.

"I'll be also going there but a little later. Gotta buy some groceries etc." She said honestly.

"Sure, there shouldn't be a lot of people that early. Call me if you'll need something." Jungkook flashed her bunny smile and entered the pick up.

They drove away and Y/N came back into mansion. She grabbed bag with wallet, remembering to have her driving license, along with some plastic bags to carry groceries and list. After closing each window and door she opened earlier, than main gate, everything was ready to set off. Drive to town wasn't long, she even parked right under supermarket, nice it wouldn't be problem to pack it. There were also shopping carts so another advantage. Inside were a lot of aisles filled with everything, than further ones with fridges, fruits and vegetables, general food, meat and even with clothes, AGD and supplies. It was perfect, Y/N needed everythig at once. First she went with food, buying everything with long expiration date, some fresh fruits and vegetables, some meat to freeze and left for then. A lot of drinks like juice, water, tea and some coca cola. She equiped herself with a lot of clearing tools, bags for vaccuming, pair of gloves and trash bags. Then went bathroom and kitchen supplies. Her cart was almost full, when she was checking what left and turned out Y/N forgot transparent foil. She was about to reach for it, don't know who thought that placing it on higher shelf was a good idea, unfortunately she tripped and fell straight into a stranger, which was also buying something. He let go of book holding under an arm to catch her and helped stand straight.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'm clumsy." She apologized looking up.

Her eyes met chocolote ones with glasses and concerned face. He was way more taller than she, thick arms and silver hair. Y/N breathed heavily in, second handsome man she met in span of two days. Except that he wore crisp, neat shirt with rolled sleeves and ubuttoned a little. Trousers were from fine, checked material and leather, elegant shoes.

"Eveything all right, you good Miss?"

"Yes, yes." She released breath shakily. "Your book!"

She crouched down to pick it up. She took it carefuly and glanced at title, small gasp left her lips and small smile appeard on them.

"Dante Alighieri Divine Comedy?" Y/N asked looking at stranger suprisingly.

He smiled back and nodded. "Yes, it's occupying lately my mind." He took it from her. "Did you read it?"

"Yes, around year ago and I liked it a lot."

"I'm on Prugatory. Still have a to read it and then Paradise."

He glanced at her cart full of different things and his smile widened showing the cutest diamples she has ever seen.

"Are you that newcomer?"

"Oh... yes, it's me." She said meekly. "The news are spreading fast here I see."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kim Namjoon." He gave her his hand.

"Y/N L/N. I'm really sorry." She grabbed and he shook it firmly.

"It's okay, you wouldn't want to know how many times I've dropped it in the past." He scrated his nape and giggled nervously. "How's your residence here so far?"

"Ugh I've arrived here yesterday, I just checked the mansion and everything is working but I'm missing basic supplies."

"It's that one on a hill right?" Namjoon asked tilting his head slighty to left.

"Yes."

"It's a beautiful one. I'm living in another one, which is closer to town, but still in the woods."

"Oh really, you are owning it?" She asked with surprise.

"Yes, I like to nap there and sometimes inspire myself." He nodded pushing his glasses back on the nose.

Y/N could swear that this made her knees weak. She hid her heating cheeks and shuffled with cart a little.

"So are you an artist?"

Deep laugh filled the silence and smirk showed up on Namjoon's lips. He narrowed his gaze a little and looked at her from toes to head.

"No, I'm a businessman, but I do enjoy literature and art."

Y/N nodded shying away from his gaze. Who would think that such man is going to stay here? But he had right, the views and scennery were stunning, so maybe taking a break from work here worked very efficient.

"Isn't it a lethal combination?"

"Tell me." In his eyes flashed sparkle of approval.

"I think it is." A little smile appeard on her lips.

"It was nice to meet you, but I need to go. If you would want to we can grab a coffee or tea sometime." Namjoon suggested softly.

"It would be really nice."

They exchanged phone numbers and Y/N tried to hide small, plesant smile and heated cheeks. How lucky was she? Meeting another handsome and nice man during such situation? Truly strange. She paid, then left the shop with cart and put everything in car. A lot of things had to be in fridge, so it was necessary to come back to mansion. After putting everything in place and make some orders Y/N again got in the car - this time to drive around and meet the area. The main square and road was easy, but gas station was a little bit further, when the road was going into another direction. In the forest were a lot of different paths, some were just porches into forest entrances, with wooden railings, parking spots and atmospheric bowers. When she got into another one there was small, woden cabin between few trees. Y/N parked that anyone could pass through and took off, the air was fresh and full of spine smell. Silence was only but by birds and she felt warm sunshine kissing her skin. Suddenly an elder woman appeard, also with groceries obviously going to cabin direction. She looker like granny and was visibly struggling with holding the items. Unfortunately the plastic bag has given up and all things rolled into ground. She gasped and Y/N immediately rushed to aid her.

"Please let me help."

She crouched down to pick up food first to prevent dirtying it. She used her spare bag from a purse and put those in, the focused on rest.

"Do you live here ma'am?" She asked pointing at cabin.

"Yes my dear, thank you for help." Elder give her geniue smile.

"It's nothing."

They both reached cabin older woman opened the door revealing small and cozy living room with an table, couch, chairs and plush armchair on which was lying small, black as night cat with emerald green eyes. It rose head when women appeard and observed them carefuly. Room was shared with open kitchen which was filled with cupboards, stove, countertops under a walls and small fridge. Y/N put everything on a countertop.

"Is it everything? Do you need anything more?"

"Yes sweetie, thank you a lot." Grandma said and sat on the chair to take a breath.

Cat jumped off the armchair, stretched out and walked to owner, rubbing it's whole body against her legs. She smiled and petted it's head affecionate. Y/N smiled at sight, but in no time white cat with black spots in whole body appeard and meowed softly.

"Do you have a catfood here? I can set it up, since you have to nap ma'am."

"It should be in the bag."

There was a bowls under a wall, so she filled them with food which was bought. Three more cats showed up and black one abandoned owner to eat.

"Oh there's a lot of them." Y/N smiled.

"Mostly they are stray, but I feed them since this forest is dangerous."

"Oh I heard about the wolfs."

"You are the newcomer right love?"

"Yes it's me Y/N L/N" she introduced herself and nodded respectfuly.

"You can call me Annise, looks like Emerald started to already like you."

They both looked down and saw the black cat rubbing it's body against her legs, with tail high standing.

"Can I pet it?"

Grandma nodder and Y/N crouched and ran her fingers through cat's smooth fur. It purred softly then meowed and looked at her with big, green eyes.

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah, Emerald is a one handsome boy."

"Do you have a phone ma'am? I can help you a little when I'm free, you live pretty far from main part of the city."

"I have it, thank you but I don't want to bother you sweetie. I heard rumors that you are here for an important thing." Elder woman stated with shy tone.

"Well yes, but it seems it'll take a time and now don't even started so I can be helpful."

Grandma smiled and they exchange phone numbers. She also suggested Y/N to stay a while, when she prepared tea and took out a cookies from a shelf. Emerald jumped on her lap, when she sat at the table, she explained briefly how the case with mansion is going and described how it looks for now.

"You a brave girl coming here all alone." Annise summed up with respect.

"I kinda had no choice, but when officials issued everything, it wasn't that scary. The manor is very big and I admit that it's overwhelming, but I hope everything be all right and I wanna take care of it in a sake of my late aunt."

"Yes, but also living now deep in the forest for a town girl might be uncomfortable." Grandma looked up at her.

"For now I'm trying not to complain but nature here looks beautiful."

"Just be careful and watch out about a weather."

Y/N nodded and the conversation went for a while. After an noon she excused herself and thanked for a cookies. She had to come back and eat a dinner, also wanted to look after a mansion a little. Emerald didn't took off his shining eyes of her, till the door closed. Cat looked at his owner.

"Gosh she's lovely..." Annise stated with sad sigh.

"We have to start act immediately." Emerald growled a little and stretched again.

"Yes... the necklace won't be enough."

}*{

When Y/N came back to the mansion, it was late noon and she could feel her stomach growling. After preparing something ready to eat, which she bought in the shop, the tour around the mansion begin once more, but now she chose locked garden. The gate creaked loudly when she opened it with rosary key and looked inside. The stone path was cleared and grass actualy was cut and neat. It was a little strange, but maybe some gardener was sent here before her arrival. Y/N went deeper, where the trees starter and dry fountain can be found. Some birds were chirped and warm sun went out of the clouds shining at sunclock. It felt unreal, like she got transported into another time and world. Good thing that garden was cleared, Y/N had zero experience with such plants and places, maybe it would need water later, those flowerbeds looked like someone would have to care about them. Something took her attention. On one of the bush branches was hanging a stick tangled with feathers and grass, she frowned a little, touching it carefuly. Was it some of children making? Some sort of bird thing? She decided to left it, when she recalled that indeed there were a nightingale living around the manor.

Y/N left the garden, it didn't need any clearing now so she decided next is a library. It was huge room with second floor, both filled with tall bookshelfes, another fireplace with cozy couch anr armchair, the windows were going through backyard, very back part of the garden. Whole library was dusty to the second floor were leading circling stairs and it was in fact a balcony, with more bookshelfes and a place wiqth desk and chair in the back, near big window. There were also sculptures and paintings, probably everything needed to be write down and inspected. Some books appeard to be very old, some were having even wooden covers. This place will definitely need some vaccuming and clearing. She came back to master bedroom, when already was an laptop and some of her things put in the order. It came out that mayor emailed her - the government started to look for an specialist and in the attachment was a list of all things which needed to be catalogued and written down. There were thousands... Y/N sighed and send it to her phone, maybe she'll find time for that. After some nap she went to close main gate, evening just started and she probably won't go anywhere, she also checked the garden, but an surprise waited for her under main door. Cat with intense grey fur and mix of yellow and green eyes waited for her and meow when she came into it's sight.

"How did you got here?" Y/N asked and animal just rubbed it's body against her legs.

It also allowed to pet it's head gently and reached a paw towards her. Girl's heart just melted and cat was allowed inside the mansion. Suprisingly it sat in the middle of big space looked around and them started to follow her upstairs. Inside her room, started clearing whole body, when Y/N was thinking what to do with him. It might be one of Annise's cat or another stray - so she couldn't let him outside on that time, if the area is really that dangerous. She had a fresh piece of fish, so she put it on a plate and filled wide bowl with water. Cat accepted it after cleaning himself. It was avarage size, for sure adult and actualy an handsome gentleman. When she briefly looked at list sent by mayor - it was so long, because there was a sections filled with books, second most wide was furniture one. After some time, the night overtook the world, the moon peeked into bedroom and Y/N decided to go to sleep. After fast shower she went into a bed and cat decided to curled near her legs which caused her heart to melt again. The shadow shapes seemed like stretching towards canopy bed, but all jumped into cat's shadow caused it to be more darker, only when it opened eyes. Nothing else dared to enter bedroom this night.

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voidwritesstuff · 1 year

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LUCAS COLE HEADCANNONS

Fandom: in sound mind

♡Sorry for the long post! Im on Mobile and I cant add a read more :( also sorry for any military inacuracies! (Spelling???)

CW:Alusions to PTSD,talk about food, nightmares, war, war related trauma. Food poisoning, Lucas literally shot himself in the foot. Suggestiveness. Talk about religion (catholic/christian)

->reblogs and comments over likes!

♡Has some old records with music from the sixties, plays them when he misses his buddies or wakes up from a nightmare.(helps him relax)

♡knows how to Cook but he has no actual kitchen, this lead to him experimenting a bit too much and getting food poisoning.

♡still has the whole set of drums, sometimes he plays when he needs to let out his feelings. and he plays very loudly. The perks of living in a cabin in the Woods!

♡coffee addict, a microwave and a coffee machine are all the commodities he has.

♡cant sleep in a normal bed, hes too used to sleep on a cot,even pillows that are too comfortable prevent him from sleep. Though I Belive that he could get used to it again with time (his back needs It)

♡Back issues aside hes pretty well physically, Strong inmune system, very strong (can Haul all his groceries in one go), toned muscles (which have earnt him some bedroom eyes), has a shit ton of resistance and endurance. His knees tend to crack a little but thats about It.

♡likes to limber up and excersice outside, shirtless (people who have gone for a walk on Elysium park at early hours of the morning got some eye candy for breakfast)

♡he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, even the birds are telling him to go back to sleep. Always makes breakfast in time to watch the sunrise.

♡hes a sucker for an all american breakfast,he sometimes Cooks it when he feels like treating himself (which is not often, mind you).

♡has picked up some books that talk about ww2, some that he was recommended (some from desmond or other people hes talked to). The one that hes read the most was a book recommended to him by Wheeler.

♡Every night he prays, at first when he was younger he was your run of the Mill, "born in a catholic family" Beliver, but after the war he Turned to religion as a way to cope. Hes not going to Mass every sunday but every once in a while he pays a visit to the old church of milton haven

♡Father Ted Krill has invited him over for some tea, Lucas has done some repairs here and there too.

♡When he feels particularly lost or in dispair he carries around a small rosary, plays with it absentmindedly (it was alphonso's).

♡when I tell you this Man can SING. HE HAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL VOICE (if we consider his vynil cannon. He can sing). Sings in the shower and on the road if a song he likes plays on the radio.

♡humms while doing things

♡has a habit of poking his tongue out when hes concentrated.

♡hes very good at fixing cars and other engines. Hes lived in his van for a long time so he figured he might as well learn how to fix the van himself.

♡latino-native (this hc is originally from birdsandcake on Instagram). His dad is Native american and his mom is mexican (this addition is mine tho).

♡when I tell you he can dance! hE CAN DANCE HIS ASS OFF. He hasnt danced in a while but hes a bit self conscious about it. But he still dances every once in a while (latín blood baby!)

♡likes rock music the best. Has learnt to play some on the drums.

♡when his Friends and him were talking about band names, one that stood out to Lucas was "The Ragtags". For him, it described his friend Group very well.

♡on particular bad nights he only eats MREs and cheap beer, since that what his Friends used to do when they were stationed in their camp.

♡showers in the army were SHORT. So now he takes long ass showers that have his water Bill Sky high. He doesnt care, he has the money to afford it.

♡he washes his Plate in the sink of his bathroom (cannon) and Desmond has been begging him to get a dishwasher or a proper kitchen. It drives desmond wild for some reason.

♡When he feels like fucking with people he talks in the NATO phonetic alphabet. Desmond is sick of his shit

"Ive been craving some Papa Alpha November Charlie Alpha Kilo Echo Sierra"

"You can just say that you want pancakes"

"This is more fun"

"Fun for you"

♡desmond has learnt the NATO alphabet by heart. And once he replied in it and now its a competition to see who can spell the longest words (hey they gotta kill time somehow)

♡Lucas cares for desmond as if he was part of his military buddies. Fiercely protective. In return,Desmond offers his psicologist insight when Lucas asks for it or Des feels like he needs it.

♡Lucas recently adopted a dog called Radio (this hc was originally made by birdsandcake in some doodles they made). After the game, desmond is Open to this New pet, and cares for it when Lucas is out.

♡lucas has found Radio and Desmond asleep on the one person couch. He found it endearing.

♡Lucas uses hearing aids (this hc is also made by birdsandcake)

♡for his birthday, Desmond gave Lucas his old vinyl player. Lucas was overjoyed.

♡his relationshipp with desmond is purely platonic, and truth be told he missed having Friends. They have a stupid ammount of inside jokes.

Ex:

•the time Lucas tried to do one of those cakes in a cup and almost burnt down the house because he left the thing in the microwave for a long time. Known as "the microwave cup-cake incident"

•the time Desmond told him something in spanish which was far from what it actually meant, Lucas laughed his ass off for weeks. They call it "Lost in translation"

• Lucas told him about the time he literally shot himself in the foot (he was young and Alphonso let him out of his sight for five minutes). Now every time he goes to practice his aim on his makeshift shooting range desmond says "dont shoot yourself in the foot" to which Lucas replies "too late"

♡Lucas defenetly still remembers VIVIDLY the scold Alphonso gave him when he shot himself in the foot. Lucas had to do 200 pushups with Alphonso sitting on his back to make sure he didnt "do anything stupid". He slept for 12 hours afterwards.

#lucas cole #in sound mind #in sound mind game #desmond wales #in sound mind lucas #ISM lucas #ISM desmond #in sound mind desmond

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foreveralwaysanauthor · 1 year

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Freeze

December 15, 2022

Prompt - Snow

Notes - This is part one of three prompts that are all linked. This one is the shortest of the three so far (I’m working on the third as of right now), but I had started them as one, super long prompt, and got about halfway through the intended story before I realized that the split would be necessary for my schedule and my sanity, haha.

The first snow of the winter season raked through New Hampshire with a fine-toothed comb, white flakes leaving no stone unturned in their mission to cover the area in a white blanket. Despite most drivers being more than comfortable on the snowy roads, local news advised residents to stay inside. Most people followed the advice given to them while others flocked to the nearest stores in search of necessary foods like bread, milk, and water to last them until the snow stopped and the roads cleared. Although they didn’t need to get anything for themselves, Mack and Brady along with a few other members of the house joined the flock of people heading to the downtown shops that were still open, hoping to get some groceries for the elderly people that lived on their street who couldn’t make the trip themselves.

Of the few that stayed, Butchy was the only one sitting on the couch, a black plastic case next to his leg while he watched the other four play a game of Monopoly. Butchy liked to watch the game more than anything since it usually ended with the board getting flipped and everyone arguing over it, but it also allowed him to be the impartial party that couldn’t be accused of cheating. Miles was awful at the game, somehow always ending up in jail or having little money by the end of the game. Carrie was the only one to play just so she could watch the others and their reactions, laughing every time Miles screwed himself up or Royce got the smallest hint closer to flipping the board off of the coffee table. Out of the four playing, Bentley seemed to always come out victorious although his strategy-less style of playing never failed to annoy Royce who was very meticulous and hardly ever managed to win a single round. As Royce huffed and picked up the dice from the table, the landline phone on the kitchen wall that everyone assumed was for decoration, rang.

Butchy stood from the couch, telling the others to continue playing as he made his way over to the kitchen, picking up the old, black phone and holding it to his ear. “Birch residence.”

“Butchy?” a soft, almost choked voice questioned. “Butchy, it’s Vivien. I need help.”

Butchy spared a glance over at Royce and the others before turning his back to them and lowering his voice, “What’s wrong, piccola? Are you alright?”

A sniff came over the phone and Butchy could almost see the girl shaking her head as she choked out, “No.”

“Are you in danger?” he pressed as gently as he could. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she muttered. “I had to go to the rink for a meeting with Riven and my coach and, when I left, I realized my keys are in the car. They already locked up the rink for the storm, so I can't go inside, and I can’t get ahold of anyone because the service here is shitty.”

“Well, you got ahold of us,” Butchy said, hoping it would be enough to calm the girl at least a little. “Can you walk to the nearest store and stay there?”

“No, the nearest store is maybe a half-hour walk away and they’re probably closed for the storm,” Vivien breathed, her teeth chattering slightly as she took in a deep breath. “I’m in my stupid fucking tracksuit and it’s freezing out here. It’ll be a miracle if I don’t get hypothermia.” Vivien held the phone away from her as she coughed, a wheezing whine coming from the girl as she let out a frustrated cry, “How could I do something so stupid?!”

“Take deep breaths and try to stay calm,” Butchy instructed. “We’ve all done it before. Miles and I will be over as fast as we can.”

“Don’t get hurt,” she told him with a sniffle. “There’s a lot of ice on the roads.”

Butchy smiled, despite being stranded an hour from home in the middle of a snowstorm, Vivien was still putting others ahead of herself. “Don’t worry about us, piccola. Just stay put and try to keep yourself warm.”

“I kinda can’t go anywhere anyway, big guy,” Vivien said, a faint chuckle coming from her. “See you soon.”

“See you soon.” As soon as the phone was back on the hook, Butchy headed for the living room. “Miles,” he called, the firmness in his voice making the others jump, “get your coat and boots, we’re leaving.”

As Miles propelled off the floor and headed for the mudroom to get ready, Carrie asked, “What’s wrong?”

Butchy sighed as he pulled on his winter boots, “Vivien locked her keys in her car at the skating rink and she couldn’t get ahold of anyone else. We need to go over and help her.” Royce began to get up, determined to help his girlfriend, but Butchy stopped him, “You stay here and get things ready for her. Gather some blankets, something warm for her to drink, and get the fireplace started.”

Royce looked ready to argue, but as Miles tossed Butchy a jacket to pull on, his older brother told him, “The fewer people in the car, the less we have to worry about if we get into an accident. For now, do as Butchy says, alright? I’ll send you a message when we're on our way back.”

The look of defeat that flashed across Royce’s face would’ve convinced Miles to let him join them, but for once, the oldest of the Murphy brothers didn’t waver. Ultimately, Royce nodded and asked them, “Keep her safe for me?"

“Always,” the pair responded as they headed for the door, grabbing the keys to the only remaining vehicle in the driveway - a pickup truck Brady had attached a plow to so they could clean the driveway. Miles had driven the truck a handful of times to plow the driveway the year before, but Butchy was the one who had the most experience driving in the snow, so the older biker was the one to get behind the wheel. As soon as they got out of Sanbornton and into Laconia, Miles started calling Vivien, trying to get at least one call to go through as the snow blasted past their truck. It wasn’t until they had rounded the bottom side of Lake Winnipesaukee and entered the town of Wolfeboro that they realized the area had horrible service with both the radio and cell phone towers. The heavy snow piling up on the wires must have been causing connection errors.

Purple Finch Ice and Arts Center was built in the middle of nowhere, the nearest buildings on the long, tree-lined road being a farm and a retirement center. The building itself was set far back and could be easily missed from the main road, but the ski hills on either side of the building were hard to miss, even from the road. As Butchy pulled onto the pine-lined driveway leading to the ice rink, the snow pelting the car slowed. Vivien’s pale blue Hyundai stood out against the blanket of white that had settled on the otherwise empty parking lot. Footprints in the area were minimal and filled in by a thin layer of snow. The headlights of the truck shone on the front of the vehicle as Butchy parked the car in front of the hood. As Butchy got busy trying to find the tools he would need to get the keys out of Vivien's car, Miles grabbed the extra jacket he had brought before jumping out of the truck and searching the area for Vivien.

As he rounded the back of the car, Miles found a shaking figure curled in a ball against the bumper with their forehead head resting on their arms. Snow had gathered on the brunette’s hair and thinly-made tracksuit, making Miles wonder just how long she’d been waiting for someone to help her. Calling Vivien by name did nothing, so Miles knelt in the snow in front of her and placed a hand on her wrist, making the girl jump. Vivien’s head snapped up, nearly colliding with the back end of her car as she blearily attempted to meet Miles’ eyes. Her glasses were gone, probably tucked into her pocket or the long black bag she had set beside her, her hair was down around her like a makeshift blanket, the earbuds in her ears were most likely the only thing she had on her that could distract her from the cold, and her expression lacked the usual fire she normally burned bright. The sight alone made Miles’ chest tighten.

“Miles?” Vivien whispered.

Miles attempted a smile as he nodded, “Yeah, kiddo. You ready to go home?”

Vivien nodded and tugged the earbuds out of her ears by the string that joined them, slowly uncurling herself from her little ball before pushing herself toward Miles, slumping into him as she wrapped her arms around the older man. “I’m tired,” she muttered into Miles’ coat. “You’re nice and warm.”

Bringing an arm around the seventeen-year-old, Miles gave her a squeeze before bringing the extra jacket around her shoulders. The warmth the coat brought made Vivien curl further toward Miles with a sigh. Miles ran a hand over Vivien’s head, brushing the snow away from her hair and pushing her bangs to the side before pressing his lips to her forehead, something his mother used to do to check if he or his siblings had a fever. Granted, Vivien’s forehead had been pressed into her arms mere moments before, but the heat radiating off of her was enough to give Miles pause. She had been out in the cold for heaven knows how long, she shouldn't have been that warm. Taking a breath and moving so he could easily lift the younger girl, Miles spoke softly to the teenager, “It’s going to be much warmer in the car.”

With a hum, Vivien peered up at Miles before glancing at the large bag beside her, “My costumes-”

“I’ll get them in a minute, kid,” Miles told her. “Let’s worry about you first.”

Not a single argument came from Vivien as Miles lifted her off of the ground and toward the truck, passing Butchy as the older man slid a wire through the frame of the Hyundai’s door. Once Vivien was in the backseat of the truck, Miles went back for the black bag Vivien had left on the ground before returning to the young brunette, finding her already zipping up the jacket he had put around her. Vivien's green eyes flitted to Miles as he hauled himself into the seat next to her, watching him place the bag with her costumes on the seat next to where Butchy would be sitting. “Thanks for showing up,” she muttered.

“We told you we’d always be there if you needed us,” Miles told her as he adjusted the overhead heaters so they pointed right at her. “A promise is a promise.”

Vivien nodded, closing her eyes and accepting the warm air that thawed her skin. “I had tried calling everyone I could think of, even my parents, but nobody was answering and I didn’t want to be stranded for the night in the cold. I was just short of breaking the window when Butchy answered the phone.”

“No need to break anything now,” Miles chuckled softly. “Butchy will get the keys out, lock the car for the night, and we’ll bring you to get it tomorrow if you want.”

Peering over at Miles, Vivien smirked, “I can drive home.”

“The hell you can,” Miles argued. “I’ll be damned if I let you drive in the condition you’re in.”

Instead of arguing, Vivien sighed, “You can drive it home for me. I trust you not to crash it.”

Miles glanced over at the smaller car and shook his head, “I don’t drive in the snow if I can help it.”

“Why?”

Miles’ answer didn’t come easily, but as he found Vivien’s genuinely curious gaze on him, he took his time releasing the information he held so close, “My mom and Bentley were in an accident when Ben was only five. It was a snowy day, they hit a patch of ice, and ran off the road. I don’t think Bentley remembers much from that day, but that scar on his neck is from the seatbelt. That was the day our mom died.”

As she began processing the information, piecing it together like a jigsaw puzzle Miles had just dumped out on the floor in front of her, Vivien leaned against Miles’ side, feeling the warmth from the heaters in the front of the truck blast against her face. “We’ll pick up the car tomorrow, then.”

Miles glanced down at the teenager before resting his cheek against the top of her head. They sat in silence until a set of chirping beeps sounded outside the truck and the driver’s door popped open. A snowy Butchy slid in behind the wheel and slammed the door shut, tossing a few things into the passenger seat and running a hand through his snow-coated hair before turning to face Miles and Vivien with a hopeful grin, “How are you holding up, piccola?”

Vivien held up a thumb and smiled, “Peachy keen, jelly bean.”

Butchy nodded before handing the keys to the teen and turning back to the steering wheel, “Well, I got your purse and your backpack out of the car and it’s all locked up for the night.”

“Thank you, Butchy.”

Butchy simply nodded as he put the truck in gear and pulled away from the Hyundai. As the vehicle moved back down roads only Vivien knew like the back of her hand, Vivien pulled her borrowed jacket open and pulled a folded envelope from inside her tracksuit pocket. Tipping her head up to look at Miles, she smiled, “This is my letter for the Snowflake Championship.”

The arm Miles had wrapped around Vivien’s shoulders tightened as he beamed, “That’s awesome, kiddo. Where is it this year?”

“Take a look for yourself.” Vivien held the envelope out for Miles to take and, as soon as he had, she said, “You, Rolls, and Beemer were the first ones I wanted to tell, but I suppose Butchy can hear about it too.”

“Gee, thanks, you little shit,” Butchy chuckled, obviously taking little offense to the girl’s words.

A cheesy smile spread across Vivien’s face as she replied, “You’re welcome, you prehistoric fossil.”

Allowing the two to continue their little insult battle, Miles flipped open the envelope he had been given and pulled out the piece of paper within. The vibrantly colored paper congratulated Riven and Vivien on being accepted to their competition, gave them the dates and times to show up, and, at the very bottom of the page, was the address. “You’re going to Myrtle Beach?” Miles questioned, cutting Vivien off from calling Butchy yet another name.

“No,” Vivien said with a shake of her head. “We’re going to Myrtle Beach.”

“‘We?’” Miles asked.

Vivien nodded, a beaming smile spreading across her face. “I talked to Mick’s parents and they said they could get everyone to the competition once we knew where it was.”

Miles scanned the paper a few times - he knew where the competition was being held. When he had last been in Myrtle Beach, the sports center was only a ten-minute bike ride from their house. They would only be a few minutes away from their old house… their dad’s house. As hesitant as Miles was to go back, he knew there would be no repercussions if he did. Their father didn’t exist in this world and, even if he did, the chances of him being alive sixty years in the future were slim to none. Despite knowing there wasn’t a chance of running into their father at all, the fear was still there. Miles spared a glance at Vivien who watched him with a hopeful smile. Forcing a grin onto his face, Miles swallowed thickly and said, “I’ll have to talk it over with the boys and make sure they’re alright going back.”

Vivien nodded, “Even if you guys decide to stay here, I’ll have someone facetime you so you guys can watch the competition as it happens.”

As Vivien took the papers back and returned to resting against his side, Miles began wondering how his brothers would react to the idea. Royce would probably go even if he didn’t want to, just so he could be there for Vivien. He would do anything for his girlfriend and had made that perfectly clear on multiple occasions. Since the beginning of his stay with Miles, Bentley had been more fearful of being sent back to live with their father, so the chances of him being willing to go were slim. On the other hand, though, Bentley was a very devoted and loyal friend, so there was a chance that he would go to support Vivien in her endeavors. Miles tried not to allow the stress to get to him as he stared out the car window at the snow flurrying down around the car. Would he be the only one wanting to stay away from their hometown?

At some point during the ride, Vivien fell asleep, only waking up when the car slowed to a stop and Miles nudged her out of dreamland. Vivien’s boots had barely touched the ground when a pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders, a hand tangled into her damp hair. Vivien caught a glimpse of curly hair out of the corner of her eye and smiled as she relaxed, “Hey, Rolls.”

“Are you okay?” Royce questioned softly.

Vivien nodded against her boyfriend’s shoulder, “Just tired.”

Royce’s grip tightened before he slowly released Vivien from his hold. He looked ready to say something, whether it was to pester Vivien into telling him how she was really doing or if he had something else in mind, she’d never know as Miles came around their side of the truck and sighed, “Royce, where the hell is your coat?”

With a grumble of complaint, Royce replied, “In the house. Where else would it be?”

A whack to the back of the head answered the teenager as his brother passed by. “On your body, dipshit.”

Butchy chuckled as he rounded the front of the truck and headed toward the front door, “Come on, lovebirds. Get inside before you both get sick.”

Vivien chuckled at the men before grabbing her things from the truck, taking Royce’s hand in hers, and heading for the front door of the house. It took a while for things to feel normal, but after the group told Vivien to take a shower and change into dry clothes while they washed and dried hers, things calmed down. Vivien sat on the floor between Carrie’s legs, allowing the blonde to braid her hair while she talked about how she ended up getting locked out of her car and stranded at the rink. By the time Vivien’s hair was braided and she had joined in playing a new round of Monopoly, Brady, Mack, Lela, and Mick returned to the house, laughing and joking about the decorations they had seen somewhere during their travels.

Once everyone had settled down, Vivien passed around her competition letter, allowing the rest of the house to hear the news. After handing the papers to her parents, Mick turned to Vivien and asked if she could show them the costumes she was bringing to the competition. As soon as Vivien had disappeared upstairs to find the dress bag she had brought, Mick quietly asked the others, “So, are we going?”

“We already said we would,” Brady commented. “But it’s up to the rest of you if you want to go or not.”

While everyone else, even Carrie, agreed that they wanted to go, Miles looked to his brothers, watching as they shrugged at each other before turning to him. “What do you think, Miles?” Bentley asked.

“It’s up to you two,” Miles said. Although he silently hoped his brothers wouldn’t want to go, he knew the odds were stacked against him. “If you feel up to going back to Myrtle Beach, we can go.”

“Even if I don’t feel up for it, I’ll still go to support Viv,” Royce said with a shrug. “Besides, it’s not like Dad’s there to get us in trouble for running away.”

“I wonder how much the town has changed since we left,” Bentley added.

As soon as Bentley and Royce began chatting about what they wondered what their hometown looked like after all the time that had passed, Miles stood and headed for the kitchen to get a drink. Sipping at the can of soda he had grabbed from the fridge, Miles jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder. Turning to see Butchy watching him in concern, Miles offered him a quick grin. “Are you sure you’re up for it?” Butchy asked as he leaned against the counter.

“No,” Miles muttered. “But for them, I’ll do it.”

“You don’t have to,” Butchy offered. “If you want to stay, I can keep an eye on them for you.”

Miles shook his head, “I can’t just sit around when I know where they’re going.”

“Like Royce said,” Butchy began, “they won’t be in any danger.”

“I know,” Miles sighed. “That doesn’t change how I feel about it though. I feel like I have to be there. I have to protect them.”

Butchy nodded, he knew how that felt. He had taken on the same protectiveness when it came to Lela and, eventually, Miles and the boys as well. Butchy wasn't surprised Miles would be the same way with his brothers. Placing a hand on Miles’ shoulder, Butchy pulled him into a hug and said, “We’ll be with you every step of the way, bud.”

The scent of Butchy’s cologne and the overall warmth the older biker exuded filled Miles’ senses and relaxed him as he took in a deep breath and brought his arms around his closest friend. “Thanks, Butch.”

“Anytime.”

#Nelle's Christmas Prompts 2022 #writing #writing prompt

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Nevermind the loose dirt. It's my 99 cent grocery store plant rescue that I am trying to save via better soil/re-potting and with bread ties, and my little tiny espresso. The stems were brown when I got it, but I don't think she is gonna make it. Taken a few days ago, but seemed like good photo for this post.

I woke up WAY too early. Again. I either stay awake for like 25 hours, and sleep 8, or the usual 16 hours and sleep about 4 hours. I have had 3 sleep lab tests done (albeit years and years ago) when I kept falling asleep. This was before I had this weird habit I have now. I slept normally back then. Diagnosis: Narcolepsy and non-24 hour sleep cycle (Circadian Rhythm Disorder?). I was a bit blown back, to be honest, especially by Narcolepsy. And guess what? The MD had to report it to the DMV, if I did not. If you have a driver's license, it is stated on it AND you have to be medicated while driving. The medicine was Dexedrine, or pretty much @mphetamine. Makes sense-- Can't be falling asleep while driving. I stayed awake, and my depression lifted. Any MD's reading this-- Please consider it for treatment resistant depression. I never felt hyper on it (I felt nothing, tbh) which would of course, lead me to being diagnosed with ADHD*.

So now, I am an unmedicated ADHD and sleep disorder gal of a mess, hahaha. But I am happy, or at least content. I think it has gotten better, or I have learned how to deal with it. I could not do now what I did in my unmedicated 20's-- Full time school, full time job and a kid. Nope. I have ZERO idea how I did it. The narcolepsy mostly went away. I WILL fall asleep at the theatre, so don't bother inviting me, especially in Plague Era that 99% of people refuse to admit still exists. And it is 50/50 in any dark situation, regardless of how well rested I am.

Luckily, I can now work when I want (other than 2 days a month), and do not have to drive. I do have to set an alarm for three days out of the week for class (it is used as a take a shower and get ready alert bc I keep waking up before it, lol), but luckily it isn't early. I LOVED driving, btw, and I loved cars. But as an American, what else are you supposed to do? Tangent, but... I would re-do SO much in the USA if given the chance. Like...Public transport and social housing. These are looked down upon in the US, which makes it seem SOOOOO odd to me now. Plus the whole gun thang. Sorry, but I will never change my mind. The 2nd Amendment was written for MUSKETS. We have drones now. If you feel the need to open carry a weapon of death to the grocery store, there is something wrong with you. Sorry, not sorry.

I am not exactly against hunting (if you do it for food, not sport). When I was about 12, we moved** to a mostly hillbilly area (not making fun of them-- I mostly like them dern hillbillies, and one of my BF'S was one since I was TWELVE... Though I have not been able to find her since 2021 or early 2022. Covid or went Trump, I do not know. I will continue my search. Her having the most generic name in the English speaking world does not help)). And well, my first look at hunting was not pretty. Dead deer legs, sticking out of truck beds. Like, everywhere. People told me this was normal. I literally vomited and remember thinking and saying, out loud at lunch, ''The fuck, this is NOT normal. Throw a TARP over it, for Christ's sake.''

*Btw, girls and women are SO good at hiding ADHD. We are typically not hyper or rowdy. If we are, it is within our safe spaces, with friends. If your sister/mom/gf/wife tends to forget things you have told her, seems unorganized or stressed over little things, gets bitchy before leaving the house with you, look into it first and do not get upset.

**I was not an Army Brat, but my family did move a lot (6 times, to different states), and it was not because of financial instability. Yes, my parents worked for the government, but not in any military way. So--I learned a new term-- TCK-- Third Culture Kid (also applies to adults). We are GREAT at fitting in anywhere, more empathetic, less racist (bc sometimes, even being white, people are racist if you are the minority. Trust me, I know personally, and it was horrible), tend to attend university more (not saying all should).. But of course there is a catch.

We probably have attachment disorders on all sides. I didn't get the overly attachment type, luckily. If anything, I need help attaching. And I do not have ''the itch'' to move. As an adult, I rented the perfect house for me and my minion at the time. Great school district, fenced in (by chicken wire on one side for most of the time) backyard, walkable to the downtown area in 3 mins, and I was allowed to plant a garden and paint, etc. I did have to mow the effing backyard when my weirdo neighbor went away every summer. Fucker never told me when he was leaving, but the grass length did. I lined the fences with gladiolas and ivy and had a gas BBQ and a nice table and umbrella. I would let my kitties out every now and then, but only when I was there-- they could escape if they wanted to. One was a serial killer, not even kidding. A Persian, fluffy, serial killer. I got minion*** a slip and slide, hahahaha... We threw some pretty good backyard parties. All of my neighbors were snobs. Like Harvard asshole snobbery. Anyway, I lived there the longest-- almost 11 years. My landlord wanted to sell it, and it was sold within about a month and a half. THAT SUCKED and was not expected... Thought I had about 5 or 6 months.

I had to go live with my mother, as she lived in the school district minion was in. Worst decision of my life. I love my mother, and she was really a great mother, but something went CRAZY in 2002 and again in 2014, that I am not yet capable of discussing on a public forum. Thinking of substack. Like a $4 a month thing. This is shit that horribly affected my life, and I needed therapy for-- as an adult. Shit that when I think about, even 8 years later, I still tear up. And I am NOT a cryer. As a mother, she was awesome! She told me to avoid beauty magazines, taught me how to plumb and do home repair, said chose your religion when you are an adult if you want to, and sooooo much more. My father was really great, as well. They stayed married for FAR too long. I think I was about 25 when they got divorced, but it was over my mom being selfish with her health insurance and cutting my dad off. He had a disabling heart attack when he was 42, and died in 2007. My mom cutting off his health insurance was fucking brutal.

The dude was ALWAYS on my side. So, I still say hello from time to time to my mother. Most importantly, I talk to minion, but he is busy working and crushing on some girl, his best friend's girl. They work together and he hates his job. He is waiting for her to give the okay for them to both leave and work somewhere else. I said DO NOT WAIT FOR ANYONE--- EVER!!! He sent me a pic of her and said that sometimes she drinks too much and gets sexual. I was like OMG.

She looks like me and that is what I did when I was younger. Freud, are you out there? It's me, Kara.

And I have lived here the second longest.

And I want to die and be buried here. Every year, there is a free concert, ranging from classical music to rock music, held at the cemetery.

5-30K people can come listen to music, drink a bit, dance, and have fun. That the cemetery I would like to be buried in.

If that is morbid to you, you are not invited. :)

***Minion is now an adult. I am not worried about his financial future (everyone born after The Boomers got fucked, let's be honest)because luckily, I am a Black Sheep, and he will get my inheritance. Good for him! Since I am 34-99 years old (haha), I will not tell you how old he is. Yes, I was married and he was planned. I was TOO young-- but when your spouse made $80k a year in the early 2000s, you figure, nice, I will just raise minion, and then finish school. That did not happen the way I had it planned. The ex husband is still wealthy and lucky, and it pisses me off. If you knew the full story, you would understand. Let's just say that one brutal character mentioned in today's blog had a lot to do with it, including my parent's divorce. I swear it is not some Jerry Springer shit, and they did NOT bang, and luckily, my father and I were together when we found ''the letters''. The Brutal one would end up doing MUCH worse things than having feelings for her daughter's husband, and yeah-- it is personal.

Life is 50% unplannable. I do believe in luck, and I do believe in you get what you give, although I LOATHE woo woo pseudoscience bullshit.

I will NOT be camming tonight. My theatre thing begins tonight. It is only once a month. Last week, I couldn't have a schedule because I still have periods, which are very predictable, but this every 18 days shit is a bit new. Usually its every 25 days, abnormal is under 23 days in between periods. Went to the dr, had hormone levels taken. Good news-- I am NOT an alien. Bad news is that the tests prove pretty much nothing. I am having about 5 more periods a year than normal-- so about half the year. Great. Of course I now have to a dailytake high-ish dose iron supplements. I believe I have peri or pre-menopause which literally NO ONE talks about, yet it affects HALF of the population. And pre or peri-menopause is WORSE than menopause. Menopause is easy street, so I have learned. Some days I am nice and patient, other days I want to bite your face off. Sometimes I am horny, sometimes I seem asexual. When my roommate/ex bf of like 12 years (No, we do not bang and maybe once a month I fall asleep in his room watching a movie), DARES to shut MY room's window or turn off MY fan, especially if I am sleeping and wake up hot, I am literally thinking:

''I could kill you, and if half the jurors were women 35+, it would be an excusable homicide.'' I am not a violent person at all, btw, in any way or sense. I am learning as I go along. Surprise, surprise, there is not a whole lot of research on it. Reddit's Menopause has been a Godsend.

In the one racist area I lived in, I was ''jumped'' by 3 or 4 girls who basically PLAN attacked me, outta the blue. I won. All almost 5 feet of me. I learned about adrenaline and JFC, I get strong and mean if I think I am gonna die. I kicked dirt into their eyes and kicked their throats. How fucked up is that? I was maybe 11 years old. I did not and do not know how to fight. Is is something instinctual? I have no idea and too many research topics as it is. All I knew was that there were three of them, one of me, and they were larger and taller than I was.

Anyway, off to shower and go to my classes. Idk if I will cam after the theatre or not.

And you would not believe what I found when I took out the garbage, shortly after writing this (within the hour). It is not a popular name here, afaik. I will post it on Twitter @DarlingKara.

#tck #narcissistic abuse #fights #jerry springer #e girl #perimenopause #amy

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Food Insecurity

What are possible ways of alleviating food insecurity problems in the Cincinnati area (including UC campus)? Support your answers with visual examples.

Almost everyone in Cincinnati, especially near campus, has a gas station close enough for them to walk to. Since gas stations typically only sell imperishable foods such as dried, processed, and tinned products, they all lack nutrients and vitamins. The people who walk to a gas station to get their food aren't eating as healthy as people who have access to grocery stores because there are much less choices. By providing these gas stations with healthier options such as fresh fruits, vegetables, pre-prepared healthy meals, and even pamphlets on how to eat better, this would help these families tremendously. Giving these gas stations funds to bring in much better options will help the city as a whole to get out of food insecurity situations.

Written by Bella Nelson.

One of the biggest problems we noticed when coming to college is noticing the amount of waste we produced in the dining halls and in our dorms. An abundant amount of food is thrown away in the dining halls because people overfill their plates with the buffet-style option. Aside from encouraging students to be more cautious with their portions, the dining halls should implement a composting system to create a greener solution to food waste. Compost minimizes the amount of greenhouse gases released into the atmosphere, strengthens soil quality, and reduces soil erosion. The soil created from composting can then be used to create a community garden to provide more healthy options to college students. Produce and perishable items may be hard to buy in small quantities, therefore, many students face food waste problems when they’re buying groceries and eating for 1. One way we can combat food waste in residence halls is by providing community fridges, for students to take what they need and leave what they can.

Written by Reagan Sears.

The lack of traditional grocery stores with large selections of fresh food in neighborhoods with high poverty rates is certainly a barrier to those residents accessing fresh food. But the bigger and more immediate problem is the cost of going to the grocery store, and the cost (in time and money), of buying and preparing healthy food. Since the Healthy Food Financing Initiative (HFFI, which provided funds and tax breaks for opening grocery stores in underserved areas) was enacted in 2010, research has shown that families in areas where a grocery was added didn’t change their buying habits that much, and that people sometimes even traveled further to get cheaper food, or kept buying at dollar stores that provided fresh food if there were any near them. Research has also shown that people in wealthier neighborhoods often travel similar distances by car to get groceries as people in poor neighborhoods.

So it seems that the problem is more the fact that people are in poverty, and a comprehensive solution is needed to reduce financial stress on people in poverty and/or with lower incomes. Some places to begin, which apply anywhere, but could be implemented in Cincinnati, would be increasing the minimum wage to a living wage, maybe creating a system through which people can get subsidies specifically for car payments and other things to help build their credit, and expand who can get rent subsidies, as well as make them available in any rental. It would also be useful to expand who qualifies to use SNAP, and in the longer term design public transportation to make it quick and cheap to reach grocery stores from low income neighborhoods and carry groceries back home.

HEALTHAFFAIRS.ORG

PJ Schomaeker

Hunger and other forms of food insecurity affect the majority of Cincinnati residents in simple ways. Having a mentality of thinking about how college students and locals can get enough food People who are passionate about this societal issue should want to help send things to the university or other nonprofit organizations such as food, clothes, and toiletries, which is why the Bearcat Pantry exists on campus so that college students who struggle with money or don’t have enough can have access to these necessities.

Outside of campus, many locals who live in low-income, underserved neighborhoods struggle with food insecurity. It will be a complicated problem to think about how to give free food to those who are struggling to live without making them too dependent on free food. We believe that the best way to assist the city of Cincinnati is to raise funds to help them build their local infrastructure. However, this effort needs to be very well coordinated so that the two essentials do not hurt each other, and there is a central authority that can get involved. Written by Tori Walker-Gulley

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Deer in headlights | Part 4: Meeting The Haitani Brothers

Bonten X Reader | Canon Divergent | 2k+ words

Warnings: mentions of the word sex (nothing rlly), pms, guns, intrusive thoughts, domestic stuff, it’s full of interactions, no beta we die like men, grammar mistakes, thisisbullshitomgimsorry.

Today is your first day in a long time without anyone from Bonten. You woke up strangely sad, thinking about not seeing Mikey or Sanzu or that idiot of Kokonoi. Okay, maybe not the last one. But still, your life became so alive since they stepped foot in it.

Looking back at your life before then, you felt lonely. Just remembering your old daily routine made you feel like you were suffocating. You didn't want to go back to that lonely feeling. Ever.

Looking at your calendar, you noticed the date. Your period began tomorrow.

After a long search through your cabinets, you realized that you hadn't restocked your place in a while. So that was your plan for the day, grocery shopping.

As you exit the store, you almost crash onto a man. “I’m so sor-” you started to say, but he seemed to be in a hurry since he paid no mind to your half-apology. A strange pull in your guts forced you to take a better look; maybe he needed help.

Some predators never lose sight of their prey and their eyes have that wild look. Well, you saw that look in this man's eyes. He was following someone. And you couldn't help but go after him.

Have you lost your mind? Maybe hanging out with criminals was a bad influence. Those two thoughts crossed your mind.

Barely a store or two later, you also got a good view of his prey. Your blood froze.

You would recognize those tattoos anywhere; what called your attention is where those two had their tattoos located, on their goddamn throats. They were part of Bonten, you concluded. You stood for a second, contemplating the option of calling Manjiro or Sanzu, but life doesn't wait for anyone.

The man was already pointing his gun towards the short-haired one, and you did the first thing that came to your mind. You bashed your bag of pads at the man’s face. Thus making the man stumble and drop the gun, and the pads inside your bag fly all over the sidewalk. That made people turn around and look, so you made another bold choice.

“Help! Thief!!!” As people and some officers surrounded the perpetrator, you dashed towards those two who stood watching the scene you caused. You saw a little shake come from their shoulders. Were they laughing?

“Hi?” You stood there, trying to recover your breath, in front of the snickering pair. But up close, they looked a whole lot more intimidating. Okay... You didn't think this far ahead.

“You know, ordinary people run when they see a gun,” sarcastically commented the one with a bluish-purple mullet. You were about to respond when the other man with short hair took your hand in his.

“The name’s Ran, little lady.” he kissed your hand.

With a red face, you snatched your hand back and held it in your chest. “Good, okay. Hmmm...” great, just great. You forgot what you were going to say.

As you looked at the ground, lost in your thoughts, the brothers saw the man you decked in the face break free from the crowd and ran towards them. Although they could easily overpower the man, they decided not to. They just met you and didn't want to scare a little thing like you off.

“This is what you do when a man with a gun comes after you,” said the purple-nette as he circled your middle section with one arm and fastly picked you up. “By the way, I’m Rindo,” he looked down at his side, where he carried you like a puppy.

And so they ran. Pretty fast, considering one had your dead weight on. “Could you kindly put me down?” but the pair didn't register your words.

“Ran, where did you park the car?” Asked your carrier.

“There,” pointed Ran with his head. The man wasn't after them anymore.

You were put on the ground by Rindo as Ran opened the door for you. “Get in,” both brothers said at the same time. There must be something seriously wrong with you because you obeyed without any hesitation. And the Haitani brothers detected that.

Meanwhile, at Bonten’s office building.

“Boss, I think you should watch the news.” entered one of their footmen.

“We are busy. Why is it so important?” asked an irritated Mochizuki. Mikey was busy making paper planes with Kokonoi’s reports. Of course, Mikey read them already. He just wanted to annoy the latter.

“It’s the Haitanis and the girl you told us to keep an eye on.” That last part made everyone freeze.

“Show me,” ordered Mikey as Sanzu and Kokonoi left their seats and stood ready to leave the place and look for you.

A screen showed the news about a robbery attempt and a picture. It showed you being carried like a sack by Rindo and both brothers running. Why were his executives running in the middle of the day and especially with you!?!

A smacking sound woke everyone up from their trance. Sanzu just slapped the back of Kokonoi as he laughed hysterically. “Why are you standing up? Didn't you say she annoyed you?”

Kokonoi didn't get to defend himself as Mikey spoke first. “Call Ran and ask what happened and to bring Y/N here. Fast.”

Suddenly, Ran’s phone rang. He didn't pick up. Then Rindo’s, but he didn't pick up either. You were about to comment on that when yours rang. Startled by the ringtone, you nervously picked up without looking at the ID.

“Hello?” you said. Ran, who sat at the driver's seat, looked at you through the rearview mirror. Meanwhile, Rindo sat beside you, both on the back.

“Y/N, pass me the phone to any of those two.” Oh, it was Manjiro. You nodded your head, even though they couldn't see you. “For you,” you passed the phone to the man next to you.

He made a confused face but received the phone. “Yes?” whatever thing Mikey said on the phone made him tense. And so he passed the phone to Ran. His older brother, now with the phone in his ear, apologized to Manjiro on the phone.

The Haitani Brothers were shocked to find you knew their boss.

“Boss says to take her now,” Ran commented to his brother. But you intervened.

“Tell Manjiro to wait. I need to get my pads first. I could bleed any minute.” you huffed.

“Bleed? Is she hurt?!” that came from the phone, still on Ran’s hand. But it wasn’t Mikey’s voice.

“No!” The three of you exclaimed. Trying to soothe whoever was the one who screamed. After reassuring Mikey and Sanzu that you were okay, you hang up.

“Little lady, you should have said that you know the boss,” Rindo said as Ran started the car.

“Yeah, but how do you know him?” asked Ran, still looking through the mirror.

“Oh, Manjiro is living with me.” both with wide eyes abruptly turned to see you. “So... To a Konbini?” you asked.

The car ride was mostly them asking you questions and you answering the best you could. They went as far as to ask if you were having sex with Mikey; you said no. With Sanzu and you repeated no. Kokonoi, they both inquired, and once again, you said no. For the first time, the Haitani brothers were lost. Who are you?

As you arrived at the convenience store, you saw both of them unbuckle their seatbelts. You tried to convince them to wait in the car, but both refused.

And that's how you three are now in the store looking at the wall of feminine care products.

“What size are your lady parts?” voiced Rindo. You sensed genuine concern there, so you actually explained.

“It’s not by size like a condom. It's more like... how much you bleed?” you made gestures with your hands, simulating drops.

Both brothers looked at you, intrigued by that fact.

“I thought you had to stick it up.” now was Ran.

“Yes, when it’s a tampon, but I rather use pads.” you didn't stop scanning the brands and names, looking for the one you liked.

“Why?” now it was both of them.

“You two ask too many questions,” you were annoyed now. Besides, some employees were looking at you and your companions every second.

You grabbed a pack of pads once you found the right one and made your way to pay for them with both Ran and Rindo tailing behind you. As you approached the girl at the register, she tensed. You could guess why.

“No. I’m paying.” you’ve been arguing with Ran and Rindo. They won't let you pay.

“Like hell you are.” Rindo almost shoved his card in the poor girl’s face. You were fuming.

“You are scaring her! Go away!” you were practically hanging from Rindo’s arm in an attempt to get his card. Meanwhile, Ran took a couple of bills from his wallet and put them in the trembling girl’s hand.

Now with a receipt in hand, Ran sighed. “Let’s go,” he said as he walked out, waving the piece of paper.

Once you arrived at the building, you walked between the brothers, a fact that you learned in the car, they are brothers.

Suddenly you remembered where you are. This is Bonten, a criminal group, building. You were fidgeting, a ball of nervousness. After all, you’ve never been to their workplace.

You realized that as the Haitani Brothers walked, every person bowed to them, and since you were in the middle, it felt like they bowed to you too. You felt a little better with that, and it made you puff your chest out. An action that didn't pass unnoticed by the brothers. They chuckled in silence.

You saw the brothers walk towards a double door, and Ran walked in first.

“Where are Mochi and Takeomi,” you heard Ran ask after his back disappeared through the door.

“They had other business to attend,” you also heard Kokonoi reply.

“What happens?” you didn't even realize you stopped walking, but Rindo did. He also noticed your shivering hands.

“I- I don't know,” you whispered. Maybe you did know; however, you didn't want to say out loud how scared you were of the people inside that room being mad at you.

“Don’t worry, whatever thing you are picturing in your head isn’t gonna happen,” Rindo poked your forehead and gave you a warm smile as he clasped your hand in his. He dragged you inside.

The space was a mess. Candy wrappers, paper planes, bullets(?) everywhere. As you looked around, you overlooked the intense gaze of the three other males in the room in the direction of where your hand was connected with Rindo’s. You two just met, why are you holding hands? Thoughts like that crossed everyone’s mind.

After hugs and greetings and a light scolding from Kokonoi about the dangers of running after a man with a gun, you sat on a chair near Mikey while they finished their things.

From a day without Bonten. To have more than half of them sitting with you. That sure escalated quickly. And it made you remember your early thoughts of the day and the loneliness. You really didn't want to cry, but the tears began to burst on their own.

“Why are you crying?!?” screamed Kokonoi as he stood up from his seat.

“It’s the hormones!” you whined.

“Are you pregnant?” asked Ran

“Mikey?!? What the hell?” Kokonoi looked at his boss with accusatory eyes.

“Not me.” Sanzu defended himself before anyone could point a finger.

“It’s not that you brutes,” you said, sobbing.

“Sanzu, please take Y/N to the cafeteria on the first floor,” ordered Mikey after you calmed a little. “When my sister had those special days, sweets helped,” he explained.

Once you were out of earshot, Mikey looked at the Haitani brothers expectantly.

“So?” pressed Mikey.

“She won’t do,” Ran responded.

“Hmmm, I think you're wrong.” smiled Rindo, “I think with a little more work, she’ll do just fine. Besides, brother, you would be dead by now if it wasn't for that little lady.”

“What do you mean, Rindo?” questioned Kokonoi.

“We were watching the attackers from the other side of the street; we didn't have info on the one coming from our side,” said the younger Haitani.

“Okay, give her a chance. But I bet Kakucho would agree with me.” Ran said.

“Ran, on the contrary. I think she’ll do just fine.” A man with a scar crossing his left eye stepped in the room.

#rindo haitani x reader #ran haitani x reader #bonten x reader #sano manjiro x reader #sanzu x reader #akashi haruchiyo #kokonoi hajime x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #tokyorev #WHY IS THIS Y/N SUCH A NEEDY IDIOT FRUITS THINK GILR THINK #Not at me mad at my own mc #oh but it’s all part of my evil plan #not really #rindou haitani x reader #deer in headlights #omificstags #omi.dih

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contemplativepancakes · 3 years

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sunsets for somebody else

Daphne runs into her long lost husband arguing with another man in the grocery store. Things start to take a turn when she realizes they're married.

The bottle of bleach drops from Daphne’s hand into her cart, landing with a sloshing thud as she takes in the scene in front of her, frozen in her tracks. Emmanuel is standing right in front of her, arguing with another man about cleaning supplies.

Wearing a beige trench coat for some inexplicable reason—it’s almost 90 degrees outside—Emmanuel listens to a man who’s explaining in minute detail how to clean an oven. They’re both wearing wedding rings, and Daphne’s heart swells for a moment before she realizes it’s a different ring from the one she gave Emmanuel all those years ago.

“Dean, I don’t think this is safe for Jack. This is going to create noxious fumes,” Emmanuel says, squinting at the ingredients of the cleaner apparently-Dean had thrust at him.

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose, and Daphne squeezes the handle of her shopping cart harder, feeling faint. It’s not every day you come across your long lost husband at the Stop N’ Shop.

“I think the kid can take some fumes,” Dean says, plucking the bottle out of Emmanuel’s hands and putting it in the cart. “We wouldn’t even have to worry about this if someone didn’t let the pizza fall onto the bottom of the oven.”

“The directions said to put it directly on the middle rack!” Emmanuel protests, and Dean rubs a hand down Emmanuel’s back in a familiar way that makes Daphne’s stomach roil.

She’s not jealous, she’s not. She was just helping Emmanuel when she found him, after all. Their marriage was simply one of…convenience for Emmanuel. It’s not like he had a birth certificate with him, or a social security number. What did Daphne get out of all this? Well. Daphne looks at his cheek bones wistfully, her gaze dipping down to his strong forearms his trench coat is rolled up to reveal.

Dean rolls his eyes fondly, and then he tugs Emmanuel into his side, kissing him on the temple. Daphne jerks her stare away for a moment before returning it, noticing now that their wedding rings match.

“Emmanuel?” she chokes out, against her better judgment.

For a long second, she doesn’t think Emmanuel heard her, but he turns around. “Daphne?”

Daphne nods, her words forsaking her. She doesn’t miss the way Dean clutches possessively at Emmanuel’s hip.

“I…thought you were dead,” she finally says. “I filed a missing person report.”

Dean squints at her, before something like recognition passes over her face, and now that she thinks about it, Daphne recognizes him, too. He’s the one who showed up right before everything went to shit. Horror stories of Stockholm syndrome flash through her mind.

“Emmanuel, are you…happy?” she settles on.

Emmanuel gives her a smile, leaning harder into Dean. “I am.”

“Good. That’s. Good,” she says, a strangled look on her face, she’s sure. “Would you want to catch up some time?” she asks before she fully registers what’s coming out of her mouth.

Emmanuel gives her a warm smile. “I’d love that.”

As they set up a time to get coffee, Daphne tries to ignore the glare Dean levels at her throughout the whole conversation. He insists that their meeting be tomorrow, since apparently they won’t be in the area for long. Daphne tries to ignore the warning bells in her mind that tell her she’s about to get murdered and takes solace in the fact that at least they’re meeting in a public place.

Besides, even if Emmanuel’s husband is a serial killer, surely Emmanuel won’t let him murder her, right?

The next day, Daphne hems and haws as she debates what to wear. Whatever this is, it’s the exact opposite of a date, anyway. She knocks on the door of her foster child, Alex, to wake them up before she goes into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. Really, she’s just doing it for herself. She’s allowed to want to look nice!

When she finally deems herself as ready as she’s going to get, she goes back to Alex’s room to make sure they’re actually up. To her pleasant surprise, they’re sitting on the edge of their bed putting on their socks and almost ready. “Excited for school today?” she asks.

Alex makes a face at her. “Never,” they say, but their voice at least has the edge of a smile to it.

They’ve come a long way since they were first placed with her, and even though Daphne knows she shouldn’t be getting overly attached, she can’t help it. She walks down the steps and into the kitchen, deliberating for a moment on breakfast before putting frozen waffles into the toaster. If she’s about to get murdered while Alex is at school, she can at least make sure the last thing she made for them wasn’t cereal.

Alex tromps down the steps, dragging their bookbag behind them, and Daphne hides her smile behind her glass of orange juice. Alex lights up at the sight of the waffles, disturbingly easy to please, as always. They inhale them, as teenagers do, before putting their dishes in the sink. Daphne cracks open her laptop as they wait for the bus, attempting to get some of her work done for the day since she’ll be taking a break later for the coffee. She really hopes her boss doesn’t try and call her while she’s out.

Or, maybe she does. She’s not sure she’s prepared for the level of awkwardness that she’s about to go through, but maybe it won’t be as bad as she thinks. She really wants to know what Emmanuel has been up to for all of this time. She’s still…embarrassingly hung up on him, and it would be nice to get some closure.

The bus pulling up in front of the house jerks her out of her thoughts, and she gives Alex a wave before they race off to get on. She watches them settle into a seat with one of their friends, and smiles at the fact that they even have friends now.

In the end, Daphne doesn’t manage to get much work done before she clambers into her car and drives to the coffee shop they agreed on. She doesn’t really think she needs caffeine with the way her leg is bouncing already.

Emmanuel and Dean are already there when she walks in, Emmanuel with a cup of black coffee he’s dumping sugar packets into and Dean with something with whipped cream and chocolate syrup drizzled on top. She gives them a tentative wave before ordering hot chocolate for herself, settling herself delicately in the seat across from them.

“So,” Dean says. “You were Cas’s wife?”

She squints. “Cas?”

Emmanuel speaks up. “After I regained my memories, I remembered that was my name.”

“Oh.” Smiling weakly, she tries to reconcile that. “You have them all back now?”

Emman—Cas nods.

“Just forgot about me, though?” she tries to ask lightly, but it comes out a little garbled.

“You took advantage of him!” Dean explodes from the other side of the table, making Daphne flinch. “Who the fuck finds someone naked with no memories and marries them?”

“Dean,” Cas chastises, his arm shifting like he’s putting his hand on Dean’s thigh under the table.

“I was helping him,” Daphne says hotly. “Would you have just wanted me to leave him there?”

Cutting Dean off before he can say anything else, Cas looks at Daphne and smiles in a way that makes her heart flutter. “I’m very grateful. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to let you know I was alright.”

Dean crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his sugar monstrosity. He comes away with a whipped cream mustache, and it’s hard not to laugh as he wipes it away in total seriousness.

“So,” Daphne says. “You two have a kid? Jack?”

Scowling, which seems to be Dean’s automatic reflex, he exchanges a glance with Cas before softening. “Yeah, we have a kid. He’s four.”

Daphne thinks maybe Dean should have been a little bit more concerned about the fumes of cleaning chemicals if they have a four year old, but she keeps her judgments to herself. Cas beams. “He’s very bright.”

Returning the smile tentatively, Daphne asks, “How long have you two been married?”

“It’s almost our one year anniversary,” Dean says gruffly.

Daphne tries not to let it affect her, even if that’s more time than she ever got with Cas. “Practically newly weds, then!”

“It’s been an adventure; that’s certain,” Cas says, smiling serenely even as Dean elbows his ribs. “Tell us about you, Daphne. What have you been doing?”

Daphne shrugs a shoulder. “Oh, not too much.” Mourning the man I pulled out of the woods and saved and married, she doesn’t say. She knows Emmanuel never felt the same way about her that she did him. “I got approved to be a foster parent, so I’ve had a few kids come through.”

“Helping people has always been your calling,” Cas says softly.

Daphne takes a few minutes to gush about Alex, and her previous kids before them, before she notices Dean’s not actively glaring at her anymore.

“That’s…nice,” he begrudges when she finishes.

“What do you do, Dean?”

Looking like he just dropped something on his foot, he stammers before he hastily says, “I work construction.”

Daphne squints at him. She has the feeling he’s lying to her, but she has no idea why he would be.

“And what about you, Cas?”

“Oh, I mostly just take care of Jack.”

“You’re a stay at home dad?” she asks, the thought making her stomach twist into knots and heat rise to her face.

“Of a sorts,” Cas agrees.

God, they’re making it impossible to carry on a conversation with them. Daphne keeps a smile pasted to her face. “What do you two do for fun?”

“I’m convinced Dean thinks fun is superfluous,” Cas confides, even as Dean splutters at him. “But I like to drag him to thrift stores with me. Dean likes to bake, also.”

“I work on cars, too,” Dean says, and Daphne can feel his desperation to maintain his facade.

She tries not to quirk a smile at his discomfort. They chat for a while longer, Dean getting increasingly dodgy about the questions she asks before she finally excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and looks down at the dank floor. Is she getting what she wanted out of this? She has no idea what she even imagined happening when she asked to catch up. Emmanuel running away with her? Maybe in her wildest fantasies. Taking a deep breath to ground herself, she looks in the mirror and checks her makeup, rubbing at her under eye circles before walking back out of the bathroom.

Cas is at the counter ordering another drink, for Dean, by the sound of the sugar content, and she walks over to him. Hesitating before she bites the bullet, she asks, “You’re not…like, being held against your will, right? That Dean seems,” she pauses, “interesting.”

Cas laughs warmly, putting a hand over Daphne’s. “No, nothing like that. This is a choice of my own free will, believe it or not. Dean is much more caring than he lets on.”

Well, Daphne’s not sure she believes it, but. At least he’s happy, and in the end, that’s all she’s ever wanted for him.

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #outsider pov #daphne allen #the born again identity #contemplative writing

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laladellakang · 2 years

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I urgently need a scenario of Della's family and Enhypen TT

ooh! let’s do the time when the boys first met them! sorry this took a while and it’s.. pretty shit?

btw guys: in korea, married women don’t change their maiden name! della’s mom is ms.park

2022.03.19

“Dad, please be nice,” Della reminded before pressing the combination to their dorm. Della’s dad can get a bit protective.

“Heyy, I’m nice! Right, honey?” Mr. Kang asked his wife. When he likes the guy, however, he’s very chill.

“Don’t worry, daughter. Your dad likes the members,” her mom assured. “-and we saw them with you almost 24/7 so he must really like them.”

“Don’t remind me,” her dad groaned, making Jaein laugh. Della snickered and opened the door.

Meanwhile..

“Hyung! Jacket or no jacket?”

“Are you wearing makeup? Should I wear makeup?”

“Bangs or no bangs?”

“Should I wear it like this or like… this?”

“Wait! Wait! It’s clean enough right?!”

“Is the bathroom good?!”

“Shit they’re here! Okay, guys! Stand by!” they were all anxiously stood in one line.

“Wait wait- we look too stiff. We should act natural,” they immediately dispersed throughout their dorm.

“Guys, I’m back!” Della called out.

Heeseung took a deep breath before taking one for the team (since they have yet to have a leader).

“Welcome back,” he greeted at the entrance. “Hello!” he bowed to her parents, to which they reciprocated with a small one.

“I’m Heeseung,” Heeseung offered his hand out for a handshake with another bow. “Let me help you carry your bags first.”

“Thank you, oppa,” she passed him her large suitcase.

“Welcome back- Hello!” Jungwon and Sunoo appeared. “I’m Jungwon,” “I’m Sunoo.”

“Abeonim, let me help you,” Jungwon offered but Mr. Kang only waved his hand.

“Ahh, it’s okay. It’s nothing,” he placed the luggage in their living room.

“Hello!” Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and Niki bowed in unison before shaking hands and introducing themselves.

“We apologise for the mess and we don’t have a sofa yet,” Jay spoke up.

“No no, it’s okay. You just moved in,” Ms. Park smiled sweetly. “I made you kids some kimchi,” she lifted the bag in her hand.

“Wahh! Thank you eomeonim,” it was clear that the boys were really tense but they soon found that Della’s comforting aura is present within her family too. Even with her intimidating dad.

They learned about Della and her mother’s sister-like relationship, how big of a daddy’s girl she is and how Jaein really loves her sister.

“Well we shouldn’t stay here for too long. You guys must be so busy and you need to unpack and everything,” Ms. Park placed a hand on her husband’s shoulder. “But I just realised that I left a bag of groceries in the car. Can you please get it for me, sweetie?”

“Ah- eomeonim, I’ll do it!” Jake attempted to avoid what he knew was coming.

“Nah, it’s okay, Jake. Della can handle it,” her dad ‘assured.’

“Ah okay, I apologise,” he replied nervously. It’s clear where Della gets her RBF from.

“Eomma, I wanna come with Lala,” Jaein told her mother.

“Go ahead, daughter,” the boys simultaneously sat up straighter when the two sisters left. “I’m sure you know what’s coming.”

“Listen- I like you boys. We watched I-Land so we know that you’re good people. Our daughter is in good hands,” Mr. Kang wasted no time. “But we’re not gonna lie. Without Alice, she’s now the only girl and she’s also living with you seven, so just…” his voice cracked a bit.

“Just take care of her, okay? Take care of each other since you’ll be together for a long long time,” Ms. Park’s voice was also starting to waver. “She’s still our little baby so please don’t hurt her.”

“We’re trusting you with her, yeah? Don’t fuck things u- ow!” Mr. Kang touched the spot where his wife slapped. “Park Dasom! It’s not like they’ve never heard a person swear!” the boys tried their hardest to hide their smile. It’s also clear where Della gets her carefree-like personality from.

“If you guys need anything, we live in Seongbuk-dong or the office is not that far away from the YG building-”

“Here’s our business card!” Mr. Kang gave out his card to Niki enthusiastically.

“Thank you,” he received it with a small bow.

“We promise to take care of your daughter, abeonim and eomeonim,” Jay represented. “We care about her a lot already so we will try our hardest.”

“Oh we know you do- ow! Honey!” Ms. Park slapped her husband again. “…not in front of the kids- ACK!”

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 136: Long Drive

Sorry friends. The second half of my week last week was really difficult and I went away for the weekend to recharge. Without further ado, here's the next ficlet. Thanks for your patience <3

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Harry loved the States for a lot of reasons; it was way easier to disappear here than in England; even if people knew his name, they were way less likely to recognize his face; you could basically pick any climate that you wanted and find a place that suited you; and lots of other weird things.

But mostly he loved road trips.

He loved the entire concept behind getting in a car and just driving. The road unfurling endlessly in front of him, windows down, radio turned up and blaring whatever struck his fancy. With Max in the car beside him, wagging his tail and sticking his head out of the window, Harry felt practically weightless.

"Alright, buddy," he told the pittie when he pulled over to grab some breakfast at a little diner, "You hang out in the back, yeah?" he asked, scratching behind his ears and pressing a kiss to the broad bridge of his nose. "Go on," he said, nudging him toward the back that Harry had magically enlarged and turned into a comfortable living space.

Muggles had campers and rvs but with a little bit of magic, the beaten up Subaru served him just fine.

He got out and hit the lock button, listening to the satisfying little beep as he headed toward the diner, catching up his curls and tying them into a loose messy bun on top of his head.

The diner was cute, all red and white checkered decorations and a counter with spinny stools. Harry sat down at one and grabbed a menu, perusing and trying to decide what to order when he heard the crash of something being dropped to the ground and breaking.

His head snapped up and he blinked, wondering if it had been too long since he'd gone to sleep because he had to be hallucinating. "Malfoy?" he spluttered.

(Read more below the cut)

But before the other man could respond there was a shout from the kitchen in the back, "Damn it! You clumsy, stupid ass!" the man shouted and Harry felt himself recoiling from the anger in his voice. "You'll be paying for that!"

"Yes, sir!" Malfoy shouted back, bending over and hastily sweeping up the pieces.

"Well don't mess around with that now!" he shouted. "You've got a customer, you worthless piece of-" his voice trailed off as he slammed a door in the back but Harry could fill in the rest.

"Malfoy?" he repeated as the man in question stepped over to him. "How on earth did you find me?" he asked.

"You found me, Potter," he snapped. "Not the other way around. Now what can I get you?"

"You actually work here?" Harry asked in befuddlement.

Malfoy gritted his teeth, "Obviously. Otherwise I wouldn't be wearing this stupid apron and I wouldn't be getting screamed at by the arsehole that owns this place. What can I get you?" he repeated.

"Umm," he said, glancing down at the menu, "I will definitely have a cup of coffee. And then maybe the first special on your board with scrambled eggs, bacon, and rye toast," he said. "And also grape jelly, if you have it."

"Got it," Malfoy replied, scribbling on the ticket. "Coming right up."

He spun on his heel and strutted off before Harry could say anything more and Harry just stared after him, wondering if he was dreaming.

Malfoy was back a few minutes later with a mug and a coffee pot, filling Harry's cup and sliding it over to him.

"Thanks," Harry said, reaching for the sugar. "What are you-"

"Look," Malfoy hissed, leaning over and keeping his voice low, "Please do not blow this for me. I know that you have no reason to help me but I really need this job, Potter."

Harry blinked and by the time he'd unstuck his tongue from the roof of his mouth, Malfoy was gone again.

It wasn't long before the other man emerged once more, carrying Harry's plate of breakfast. "Here you go," he said as he set it down and slid a couple of grape jelly packets toward him. "Enjoy. Do you need a warm up on your coffee?"

"Uhh," Harry replied, glancing at his half full cup, "Sure."

Malfoy nodded and grabbed the pot to refill his cup.

"When do you get off work?" Harry found himself asking.

The other man's brow furrowed, "Why?"

He shrugged as he slathered jelly onto his toast, "Thought it might be nice to catch up."

"To catch up?" Malfoy repeated. "Is that code for-"

"Hear about your life," Harry supplied.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed, "Fine. I get off at 10:00. If you pretend that you are just a customer passing through I'll give you fifteen minutes."

"Done," Harry replied easily. "So what touristy shite is there to do in this town until 10:00 am?"

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After he finished breakfast, Harry ended up just taking Max for a walk and then to the dog park to chase a ball around him. He'd worked hard to train him the first few months after he'd found him abandoned, tied up to a dumpster and all but starving. And Max had learned quickly, mastering basic commands in no time which was for the best, since people took one look at him and decided he was scary.

He wasn't, he was a sweet boy who loved people and who loved to play but it didn't seem to make any difference. Still, once he was trained, Harry had started taking him to the park and he wouldn't let other people bully them out.

Around 9:30, they headed back to the diner and Harry settled Max into the back, making sure his water bowl was full before he climbed back out of the car and leaned against the hood, waiting.

Malfoy emerged a few minuted after 10:00, looking a bit disheveled in his black t-shirt and skinny jeans, and immediately lit up a cigarette before looking around and spotting Harry. His eyebrows rose like he was surprised to see him before he squared his shoulders and made his way toward him.

"Hey," Harry said, straightening up as Malfoy approached him.

Malfoy blew a stream of smoke out of his mouth, "Hey?" he asked. "Is that really what you have to say to me?" He shook his head, "Just get it over with Potter," he said. "If you want to gloat just fucking gloat so I can move on and go get my groceries."

"I don't want to gloat," Harry protested.

"What do you want, then?" he asked scathingly.

And that was the question, wasn't it? What did Harry want? "Why are you working here?" he asked.

Malfoy rolled his eyes as he exhaled another puff of smoke, "It's amazing where you end up when you're a convicted death eater whose wand is monitored," he replied. "Then add to that the fact that it didn't seem to matter where I got myself set up in muggle London, someone found me and within hours I'd lose whatever job I'd been working. So here I am, just trying to get by and who should appear but the savior himself," he said with a little mock bow. "I should just put my two weeks in here now, at least-"

"I'm not going to tell anyone you're here," Harry said quickly.

"Right," he huffed sarcastically.

"I'm not," he argued, "Because if I told them where you are, they'd know where I've been."

"You're running away too?" Malfoy asked, cigarette dangling loosely from his fingers as he stared at Harry in surprise.

"Obviously," Harry replied. "Come on," he said after a moment. "Your feet must be killing you. I'm sure that arsehole doesn't give you breaks," he added as he opened the hatch.

"You want me to climb into the trunk of your car?"

He rolled his eyes, "I know you think I'm an idiot," he said, "But I'm less of one than you think. Just," he crawled in and stood up, "come on."

After a moment Malofy followed him through but before anything else could happen Max bounded over and all but climbed onto Malfoy's lap.

"Max-" he started to scold before Malfoy started talking over him.

"Oh, hello you sweet baby," he said, pulling Max further onto his lap so he could pet him better and scratch his neck. They looked ridiculous, Max was almost as big as Malfoy, but there he sat anyway, "hello. Aren't you a lovie?" he asked. "Yes you are. You're a giant lovie," he said.

And in that moment, Harry's mind was made up. "Have you ever gone on a road trip?" he asked.

Malfoy looked up at him and Max licked a stripe up his cheek. He laughed and stroked his side, "What?" he asked.

"Have you ever gone on a road trip?" Harry repeated.

"What is that?"

"Like a really long drive," he said. "Where you just get in your car and drive and stop for food when you want to and sleep when you want to." He scratched the back of his neck, "Max and I are headed to California to see the giant redwoods."

"That sounds nice for the two of you," Malfoy replied, steadily patting Max.

"Come with us," Harry said.

The other man blinked. "Sorry?"

"Just," he shrugged, "What else do you have here?"

"A job-"

"That you hate."

"A flat-"

"That is probably smaller than this," he said gesturing to the space they were sitting in.

"What happens when you get sick of me?"

He shook his head, "Come on. Just come with us. If I kick you out I'll give you $5000. That should be enough to help you settle wherever you want, right?"

"Why?"

He stared at him for a moment. There were a thousand reasons that flitted through Harry's mind, a thousand things that he could say, but none of them made any sense. Not yet at least. "Why not?" he settled on.

Malfoy took a slow inhale and then nodded once. "Fine, but you're going to need to make a second bed and we have to stop for my stuff."

"Done," Harry replied, grinning and feeling the familiar feeling of freedom that he felt when he was gliding down the open road unfurling in his chest.

Finally, he was going on an adventure worth having.

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Day 135: Off-Guard | Day 137: Symmetry

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #sorry I've been awol for a few days #drarry #drarry drabbles #road trips #down and out draco #running away #freedom

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dreamerstreamer · 3 years

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Slip Up

Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader

Summary: One literal slip up leads to another and, well—it isn’t pretty.

Warning: includes depictions of anxiety as a result of exposure

Word Count: 5.0k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted something about a secret relationship! i hope you enjoy! on a more serious note though, don’t harass your creators and the people they care about. seriously, don’t.

With one last click, Clay let out a sigh, grabbing his headphones and setting them down on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the still clip on his monitor with a hint of a frown tugging at his lips.

After two long hours, he was officially tired of listening to George’s screams ringing through his ears. Sure, they were funny in the heat of the moment when he was recording, but having to listen to the same screams on loop while editing?

He shivered.

No thanks. He needed a break.

Grabbing his phone, he pushed open the door to his studio and headed for the stairs. I wonder where [Y/N] is, he thought to himself as he climbed the basement stairs two at a time. It’s been a while since I last caught a glimpse of her.

Surfacing on the first floor, he stuck his head into the living room, glancing around for a brief moment only to deduce that you weren’t there. With a huff, he spun on his heel. If she’s not there, he thought, his strides confident and full of purpose, then she’s definitely in—

He stepped into the kitchen, his gaze landing on your figure half-tucked behind the open fridge door almost instantaneously. He smiled. Bingo.

Slowly, he crept forward, slipping around the kitchen island to silently walk up to you. Before you even noticed he was there, he leaned down next to your ear and whispered.

“Boo.”

Letting out a sharp yell, you whirled, your wide eyes practically drowning in the amusement filling Clay’s emerald gaze as he let out a long wheezing laugh. “Clay!” you gasped, holding a hand over your heart. “You scared me, oh my god.”

His wheezing only grew louder in volume as he slapped his knee, still cackling at your distraught expression. Puffing your cheeks in a pout, you turned your back to him, staring back into the fridge. “Meanie.”

Struggling to regain his breath, Clay leaned in to wrap his arms around your waist in a hug from behind. You could feel his chest shaking against your back with laughter, beginning to slowly die down with each passing second. A moment later, he dipped his head down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Sorry,” he hummed. “I just thought it’d be funny to make you jump.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “I was right. It was.”

“Not for me,” you grumbled, and he let out the tiniest of wheezes next to your ear.

“Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, kissing your neck. “How are you doing? I haven’t seen you all morning.”

You relaxed into his warm touch, melting into the feeling of his soft lips on your skin. Sending him a tired smile, you closed the fridge door and focused your attention onto him. “I’m alright, but I’m feeling kind of tired,” you admitted. “You get kind of sick of working on an assignment after the third, you know?”

He snuggled closer to you, smiling into your neck. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t know, but I understand your point.”

You rolled your eyes at him, leaning back into his figure. “Right, I forgot that you didn’t go to college, Mr. Streamer.”

Clay laughed at your words. “You’re just that much smarter than me, then.” He poked at your cheek affectionately. as he cooed, “Look at you, my super smart college student girlfriend.”

You turned in his arms to face him, frowning at him. “Clay, you say that like you aren’t considered to be one of the best, if not the best Minecraft player in the world. Give yourself some more credit.”

He brushed a stray hair away from your face, his gaze fond as he held you a little closer. “Okay, but only because you told me to.”

You snorted, sinking deeper into his arms. “If your followers could see you now, I’m sure they’d be spamming ‘simp’ in chat.”

He chuckled. “They already do that whenever I hang out with George—I can’t even imagine to what extent it would increase if they knew about you.”

You offered him a smile, but it felt forced. The question had been swirling in the back of your mind for a little while now, and it was just sitting on the tip of your tongue, now. You had to ask now, or it would devour you alive.

“Hey, um, Clay,” you said, your tone shifting as you fidgeted slightly in his embrace. “Do you—do you think we’ll ever tell people and your fans about, well—” You gestured to the space between the two of you. “—about us?”

He paused for a moment, then let out a soft breath. “I want to,” he said. “Oh man, you don’t know just how badly I want to share you with the whole world and show them you’re mine.” You felt your cheeks grow warm, your lips instinctively curling up at his words.

“But I don’t think they’re ready for that just yet,” he added in a wistful tone. He pulled back, sending you a crooked smile. “How about we cross that bridge when we get there? I know that when we do get around to it, they’re gonna love you as much as I do, I promise.”

You bobbed your head, feeling the anxiety in your gut disintegrate. “Okay. Thanks, Clay.”

He reached up to ruffle your hair, cooing at the small whine you let out. “Anything for you.”

Knocking his hand off your head, you grinned at him. “On another note, what have you been up to? Instead of sleeping in late, of course, you lucky butt.”

He swayed back and forth, bringing you along with him. “I spent a lot of time editing some videos that are still in the works. I’m gonna be streaming for a few hours in a bit, though. If you need anything, you know where you can find me.” He grabbed your hand in his, fiddling with your fingers with a slight squeeze. “Are you still gonna be working on your assignment later, or will I be allowed to bother you?”

Your mouth twitched at his pouty tone, and you squeezed his hand back. “I actually might go out to the grocery store. Patches’s cat food is on sale, so I might stock up on that, and I kind of wanted some snacks for studying. Was there anything you wanted while I was gone?”

He hummed, thinking for a moment. “Not really, to be honest.” Slipping his hand into yours, he began leading you to the front of the house. “Here, let me see you off.”

You felt your heart swell with love as he handed you your bag from where it hung on the coat rack while you laced up your shoes. Clay was always so attentive to you and your needs, never failing to make sure you had everything you needed at the drop of a hat. You were really too lucky to have him.

“Do you have your mask?” he asked when you stood up.

With a nod, you fished it out from your pocket, waving it in your hands. “Mhm.”

He smiled. “Awesome.” Opening his arms, he pulled you in for one last hug, inhaling the scent of your flowery shampoo before swinging the door open and watching you step outside, car keys in hand.

“I’ll be back soon!” you cried, waving to him from the driveway.

He waved back, leaning against the doorframe. “See you!” he called back. “Take care out there.”

“I will!”

His viridian gaze trailed after you and your car as you sped off down the road, knowing all too well exactly which radio station you had inevitably turned on. Well, no matter. He supposed it was time to stream, now. Locking the door behind him, Clay strode down to the basement, sliding into his desk chair with his hand on his mouse. Slipping his headphones over his head, he rolled his shoulders and opened up Twitch.

Taking one last deep breath, he grinned and pressed the ‘start streaming’ button.

“Hey, guys!”

You grunted as you pushed the front door open, sliding your shoes off as you heaved the last sack of cat food onto the ground with a loud thud.

And that’s all three. Finally.

Pushing the door closed using your foot, you placed your hands on your hood in determination.

Now, to get them downstairs.

You grimaced, glaring down at the offending bags. This was going to sooo much fun.

Some things never ceased to amaze you. Like how smart Clay was, even as dorky as he could be. Like how fast he blown up. Like how much you loved him.

And like how much cat food Patches managed to eat without getting fat.

Seriously, you thought to yourself with a grumble, how does she still look the same even though she goes through a whole bag of cat food in like... two weeks? It’s just not fair.

“I wish I had your metabolism,” you muttered, shooting a glare at the feline in question. “You suck.”

Patches was perched on the stair railings a few feet away from you, grooming her paws. The moment you spoke her name, she lifted her head to look at you, her ears flicking. You stared at each other for a few seconds before she let out a soft meow, jumping down to rub against your leg.

“Oh, who am I kidding?” you murmured to yourself, your heart swelling in your chest at the feeling of her nuzzling her small head against your calf. “I could never hate you. You’re too cute.”

You turned your attention back to the three sacks of cat food you now had in your possession. Patches’s domain mostly consisted of the basement, where you kept her toys and costumes. Consequently, that’s where the cat food was also stored, albeit out of sight so that Patches wouldn’t get any ideas. Like her owner, she had a penchant for mischief, but you loved them both anyways.

The main problem here was getting the cat food down the stairs.

I’m a strong independent woman, you thought to yourself with a small smile. Also, Clay is streaming, so I can’t ask him for help even if I wanted to. Bending over, you hoisted the first sack into your arms. That’s okay, though. A few stairs can’t stop me.

Taking a deep breath, you trudged toward the basement, carefully taking the stairs one step at a time down. The last thing you wanted was to trip while carrying the cat food of all things.

Unfortunately, it seemed that you jinxed yourself.

Everything went fine for the first two bags, each sack having safely made their way onto their proper spot on their designated cabinet shelf. Each time you tread down the stairs, you would take a quick peek over at Clay’s recording studio, smiling to see him amicably chatting with his viewers while completing another speedrun. With a smile on your face, you climbed the stairs once more to come face to face with your final obstacle.

You grinned despite your arms aching from having done so much heavy lifting. Last bag. Let’s go.

Rolling up your sleeves, you began the same process you had been running with for the past two trips: pick up the bag and head down the stairs, making sure to step carefully.

What you hadn’t accounted for, though, was Patches’s presence.

You were just about halfway down the stairs when Patches darted in front of you. With a soft yelp, you stepped back to avoid her, letting her bounce down the stairs ahead of you. A brief breath of relief escaped your lips, but it was short lived.

Just then, your sock’s grip on the floor gave out, and you felt gravity wrap a hand around your ankle.

Oh, crap.

A shout tore its way out of your throat as as you tumbled forward, landing on the ground with a resounding crash. Beside you, the bag of cat food smacked into the wall and landed with a loud crunch.

That can’t be good, you vaguely thought, your mind fogged up by a cloud of pain.

Just a few rooms over, Clay froze mid-stream, his mouse coming to a halt as his entire body went stiff. Without even thinking to mute himself, he tore his headphones off his head, your name flying from his lips in a flurry of worry as he rushed out the room.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N], are you okay?”

On the ground, you winced, pain shooting up your side as you pulled yourself forward. In an instant, Clay was on the ground by your side—one hand on the small of your back helping you sit up, the other brushing your hair away from your face.

“[Y/N],” he breathed, panic seeping into his face as his eyes scanned every inch of your face for harm, “are you good?” You nodded, but it did nothing to ease the worry in his expression. “Tell—tell me.” He held three fingers in front of your face. “How many fi—”

“Three,” you replied immediately. You offered a pained smile, stifling another wince as you did so.

He leaned in closer to your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “How badly are you hurt?”

You shifted your spine, trying to gauge the pain. The ache was dull at most, minimal at best. “Only a little.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, his breathing ragged. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You let out a small sigh, sending him a reassuring smile. You appreciated his protectiveness, you really did, but sometimes he really did go the extra mile. “Clay,” you said softly, “I’m okay, really. I promise I’m okay. I just tripped and fell.” Then you glanced behind him, letting out a deeper sigh. “The cat food, on the other hand? Not so much.”

The bag must have ripped open when it fell, its own weight having collapsed on itself and tearing a hole right through the bottom. The individual pellets of cat food where strewn all across the floor, littering the ground like pebbles. And of course, Patches was already starting to nibble away. Pesky girl.

Clay stood up, reaching a hand out toward you. “Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

You took his hand, shaking your head as he pulled you to your feet. “No, no. You should get back to your stream.” Your brows knit together. “I interrupted it, didn’t it? Your followers will be waiting for you. You should go back.”

He shook his head, his expression resolute. “Contrary to popular belief, [Y/N],” he said, “you’re more important to me than just one stream. I’ll probably just end it when I’m done here, anyway.” He squeezed your hand, his gaze kind. “Let me help you. Please.”

With your heart fluttering in your chest, you squeezed it back.

“Okay.”

Clay grabbed the two of you a dustpan as you began to clean up the mess of cat food you had made on the floor. You whined about how you just wasted a sale by tripping down the stairs while he poked fun at your frustration, passing you Patches with the request of keeping her away from the food as he swept. In practically no time, you had nearly forgotten what had transpired at all, just happy to spend some time with your wonderful boyfriend next to you.

If only you knew just how much your little fall was going to blow up in your face.

You ran your tongue over your chapped lips, your gaze focused on your laptop screen as your mouse finally hit the submit button. Letting out a sigh, you finally let the stress seep out of your body as a small smile overtook your features.

Finally handed it in. Now, you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

With a groan, you stretched your arms out above you, cracking your back. You’d been working away for a couple of hours now, but at long last, you were free for the weekend. Humming to yourself, you picked up your phone. You had set it to ‘do not disturb’ a while back, since it hadn’t stopped vibrating at one point. You hadn’t bothered to check why at the time, but you supposed you could spare some time for yourself before dinner.

Swiping your phone open, your thumb instinctively tapped on Twitter, a blue glow enveloping your screen before fading to dark. You hummed as you opened up the trending page, curiosity pawing at your backside. You had your bets on some trend going viral, but knowing the internet, it was probably some weird, random crap.

There were a handful of political memes topping the charts, as well as a #TGIF. You stifled a laugh as you scrolled a bit lower. Twitter sure was a weird place.

That was when a tag caught your eye.

#DreamExplain

Your thumb stopped, hovering over the screen. What? Explain what, exactly?

Then there—just few lines below that.

#WhoIs[Y/N]?

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest.

That was your name.

Trending. On Twitter.

Panic shot through your veins.

What the actual hell happened?

With a heavy feeling of disbelief sinking its claws into you, you tapped on your name, watching as hundreds of tweets shot past your eyes.

Who’s [Y/N] and how can I be her

dream explain?! oh mygood what was that !!!!

is [Y/N] Dream’s girlfriend or something

um ??? dream said the name [Y/N] on stream today then went afk for like 20 mins ??? then the stream just ended ???wtf ???

what’s @georgenotfound gonna do omggg nooo!!! his boyfriend!!!!!!

You felt sick to your stomach.

Oh god.

They knew who you were.

You wanted to throw up.

Stumbling to your feet, you made your way toward the kitchen where you knew you would find Clay, your phone clutched in a death grip between your fingers.

“C-Clay?”

He turned from where he was leaning against the counter, a smile lighting up his face at the sound of your voice. “Hey!” The moment his eyes landed on your face, his smile vanished. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Have—” You swallowed, your palms beginning to sweat. “Have you checked Twitter recently?”

“Nope,” he hummed, pulling his phone out from his pocket. “What’s trending this time? Did some politician say something or—”

“I am,” you said ever so softly.

He froze, his phone going slack in his hand. “What?”

You glanced up from your feet. “I’m trending, Clay.”

A beat of silence. “What?!” he repeated, louder this time.

You felt an odd sense of weightlessness sinking onto your shoulders, and you felt yourself begin to ramble. “Crazy, right? Little old me, trending? Wild. Insane. Like, just wow.”

With each new phrase that leapt from your lips, Clay’s brows furrowed further. You could see the wheels in his head turning at full speed. Then, they stopped, and realization set in. Then came the horror.

Oh, dear god.

“[Y/N],” he whispered, taking a step toward you, “oh my god.”

“You’re also trending, by the way,” you continued, barreling ahead as your hands began wildly gesturing. You swallowed down the panic rising up your throat at full throttle. “It’s a shame that I’m not higher than you, but I guess we can’t win them all.”

“[Y/N],” he said again, “this is serious.”

You nodded, your expression still blank. “Oh, I know. I’m—”

Something in you snapped.

You sucked in a ragged breath. “Yeah, I’m—”

And out came the waterworks.

You collapsed to the ground, the sobs escaping your throat in uneven bursts. Clay’s arms were around you before you knew it, his hand cradling your head for the second time that day.

“Clay, Clay, Clay,” you choked out, your entire being dissolving into him. “Clay, they know who I am. They heard you.”

His grip tightened on you, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. You sobbed harder, your tears soaking into his hoodie.

There was nowhere left to hide.

You hadn’t touched your phone in days. It hardly took more than a few minutes for your Twitter feed to have absolutely blown up with messages about you. Some positive, some negative, some neutral. While you appreciated the kind ones, you only had to read a handful of the not-so-kind ones for you to turn off your phone and hide it in a drawer. It wasn’t like you were going to even use it properly, what with its cracked screen.

The more time passed, the more acutely aware of the public’s knowledge of you became.

Your name was everywhere, supposed drawings of you were everywhere, you—you were everywhere.

You felt like you were suffocating in your own skin.

Clay knew that the slip up had been rough on you, and he didn’t blame you one bit. He had asked you what you needed, if you wanted him to take a few days off to spend more time with you. You had declined, sending him a tired smile.

“I... I think I just need some time to myself to think things over.”

He didn’t push you anymore than that, instead holding you close and pressing his lips to your cheek. For the next couple days, he vanished off of social media—no tweets, no streams, no videos. Nothing. While you busied yourself with class work, he focused on editing and planning ahead for the future. You both knew you were stalling, but right now, you just needed time.

A knock came from your door, a soft voice following just after.

“[Y/N]?”

You rolled over on the bed you shared, your eyes flickering up to see Clay standing in the doorway. The book you had brought in with you laid untouched on the nightstand next to you. You haven’t been able to properly bring yourself to enjoy something without thoughts of doubt seeping into your head.

What do they think of me? Do they like me? Will they approve of our relationship?

You were terrified out of your mind.

Clay approached the bed when he saw you move, gently sitting down next to you. “Are you doing any better?”

He patted the space on his leg, and you twisted your body to settle your head on his lap. “Sort of,” you murmured.

A moment passed as he took in your words. “Have you eaten?”

You nodded, your head just barely moving. “Yeah. Ate some leftover pasta.”

You fell quiet once more, simply listening to the sound of his breaths next to yours. Despite having been hearing next to nothing but silence for days now, you felt better knowing he was next to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, grabbing your attention once more. You turned your head towards him, his hand stroking your hair. His emerald eyes bore into yours, focused and sad. “Tell me what’s on your mind. You seem so distant, right now.”

Your gaze trailed up to the ceiling as you opened your mouth, trying to connect the mess of thoughts in your head into coherent sentences. “It’s just all so overwhelming,” you admitted. “All they know about me is my name and that I fell down the stairs, but it already feels like it’s way too much. I didn’t even spend that much time scrolling online, and I already know that there are more than just a few people freaking out.”

You looked up at him, your sad gaze mirroring his. “I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to have everyone begging you for a face reveal.”

The sadness in his eyes only seemed to grow deeper, and you felt something warm and watery wrap around your heart. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, pressing a hand over his eyes. “I should have muted myself. I shouldn’t have been so reckless. I just moved without thinking and—”

You pulled yourself upwards, turning to sit face to face with him. “Clay, don’t say that.” You reached out to grab him arm, pulling it away from his face. His gaze was watery, and you wished you never had to see him with that expression. “It’s not your fault, not at all. When you heard me fall, you thought of me right away, and I appreciate that.” You held his big hand in between your smaller ones, interlocking your fingers. “That just shows you care for me. Please don’t beat yourself up over what happened.” You offered him a timid smile. “I know that I’m not taking this all too well either, but we’re in this together, right?”

His lips twitched to mirror yours, but his tone was still tinged with a low sadness. “I know, it’s just... I hate seeing you like this, like you can’t live your life normally anymore because of me.”

Your hand reached up to stroke his cheek. “Hey, it’s alright,” you crooned. “Remember, they only know my first name—not even my last name—and that I tripped. They don’t know what I look like.” Your lips twitched. “Heck, they don’t even know what I sound like. I think I’ll be able to live my life just fine. It’s just a little bit... much to begin with.” You shot him a goofy smile. “I might have to use Twitter less, but you know my screen time usage is way too high anyway.”

A chuckle slipped from his lips, his eyes curving into two crescent moons. You felt your expression shift to mirror his almost naturally, but then the smile slowly crept off your face. “And, um, Clay,” you added, fidgeting slightly.

“Yeah?”

“These past two days, I gave what happened some more thought,” you began, “and I think...” You gulped. I think I want to introduce myself.”

His eyes widened, and suddenly his hands were on your face, his gaze focused intently on your face. “Are you positive?” he breathed. “You know you don’t have to do this, [Y/N].”

You nodded, feeling your resolve harden like a stone in your heart. “I know.” You offered him a bold smile. “It’s scary and kind of hard to think about, but I don’t want to leave everyone in the dark. I want to be by your side through thick and thin, no matter what.”

He paused, then pulled his hands away from your face. That sadness in his eyes had returned, and you felt your heart crack at the sight. “I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he said quietly, almost remorsefully. “I know that being with me is already a huge commitment, and this is just taking another huge step...”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. “Clay,” you said, staring down at your knee. “I’ve been here with you from the beginning, and I’ll be here until the end. I’m here with you for the long haul, okay?” You raised your head, shooting him a wicked grin. “You won’t be getting rid of me too easily.”

Just like that, his smile was back. “Oh, alright. Only because I love you so much, though.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair with a weary grin. “Well, if there’s anything that I’m sure is going to happen,” he said, “it’s that my fans are definitely going to call me a ‘simp’ even more than they already do.”

You flashed him a teasing smile. “Are they wrong, though?”

His eyes crinkled at the corners.

“No, they’re not.”

Swallowing, you stared long and hard at the microphone sitting in front of you.

You can do this.

“Are you ready?”

You sucked in a deep breath, feeling your hands shake in your lap.

“I—I think so.”

Clay pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his left arm wrapping itself around your waist to pull you closer on his lap. With his right, he reached for the mouse. On his screen, he had his stream loaded up, with only a single mouse click standing between you and tens of thousands of viewers.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look at him. With a small smile, he dipped his head down to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling back. Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against yours lovingly.

“You know, this is only about half as stressful as when I met your family,” you joked.

He snorted, the rumbling of his chest running along your back and into your thumping heart. “And they loved you just as much as I do. Once the rest of the world meets you,” he murmured just for you to hear, “they’re going to love you just the same. I swear it.”

You let your eyelids flutter shut, breathing in his scent of fresh linen and citrus. “I hope so.”

He shot you a cheeky wink. “Oh, I know so.”

You rolled your eyes at him, turning around to look at his monitor once more. “Cheese ball.” You didn’t have to turn to know that he was still grinning. Snuggling further back into his chest, you said, “Let’s start the stream, yeah?”

With a nod, he clicked the ‘start streaming’ button. Almost instantaneously, thousands of people joined the stream. You briefly glanced at the chat and felt yourself stiffen when you caught a brief glimpse of your name. Almost immediately, Clay’s hand was on yours, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb while you relaxed once more.

Sending you one last loving glance, he leaned towards his mic and began to speak. “Hey, guys! I know it’s been a little while since I last did a stream, and I know you guys have some questions. But first, there’s someone I want you guys to meet.”

His gaze flickered to you, and he gestured toward the mic. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up your courage and leaned forward.

“Hi there. My name is [Y/N].”

You felt his hand squeeze yours.

With a smile and a deep breath, you squeezed back.

“And I’m Dream’s girlfriend.”

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subwaysurf45 · 2 years

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Our Home to Heal (Ep.3)

Summary: working at the VA, you’ve found your place. helping people in the sobriety unit as well as cooking for the food bank, the VA had everything for you. Bucky Barnes has a not-so-good first impression but after dealing with a dark recent past he finds you to help him heal.

Episode: Three

Words: 4,379

Warning: social worker, getting stung by bees, bad parents, mentions of addiction, abuse, nightmare, dreams/flashbacks are in italics, more details of Y/N’s life as a child.

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You threw your head back with a laugh as you listened to Bucky’s story from the other line of the phone, you had been on facetime every night. It had been a week and a bit since the coffee shop ordeal and that had only brought you both closer, Bucky was texting you and calling you to ask if you wanted to grab lunch or walk around a bit. You said yes even though your jacket wasn’t good enough for all the outings you were going on. The random drops in Bucky’s personality were getting less and less every time you saw one another, you found he’d seek your comfort rather than shy away; he took your hand in his as you walked past a cemetery.

“So they just sprayed it all on you?” you laughed as you stirred your pasta in the boiling water. A pair of boxers that weren’t previously owned by anyone doubled as sleep shorts with a comfy crew neck on top, your slippers kept you from touching the cold tile.

Bucky nodded and looked off of the camera, “I really don’t understand how they didn’t see me.” Bucky had called you after he got in from his night walk, the snowplow didn’t see Bucky in the dark and sprayed snow all over him. He showered and then called you, that was the reason he was shirtless. He held the camera so his face was in the middle, but that didn’t stop his chest from coming into view, you could see the vibranium in the corner.

“Bucky,” you looked at him, “you’re wearing all black with non-reflective gear in the dark, no one would see you. Actually,” you paused stirring and completely focused on Bucky, “it’s unsafe to walk around at night without reflective gear, you need to go buy some, a car could hit you.”

He could sense the actual care, “alright,” he spoke softly, “I’ll go tomorrow.”

“Good,” you sighed and walked away from the pot, finding the strainer.

“How was work?” Bucky’s voice came through the phone.

“Ugh,” you brought the pot to the strainer in your sink so you were out of frame, “it was so long and there were so many emails, I’m just glad I’m home, y’know?” you put the pot down and shook out the water that was still in the strainer.

“So, remind me,” Bucky cut back in, “what are all the things you do?”

You had put your sauce on and grabbed a fork. Your phone rested against a water bottle as you sat on a bar stool in your small kitchen. “So,” you shoved a fork full in your mouth, “I run group sessions for sobriety twice a week,” Bucky nodded, “I also help organize the Hot Sunday’s, as well as the food bank itself. I plan meals for each Sunday with another lady and I also talk with groceries for food they can ship to us, on top of that-”

“There’s more?” Bucky laughed.

“Yep,” you smiled, “I talk with a lady who works at the homeless shelter downtown, a lot of vets that come to the VA are homeless so they either want a place over there or they want help finding housing or job’s which the VA and the shelter provide, so in the past two years we have started to share a lot of things, I’ll recommend some people to the shelter for hygiene and all that, we don’t carry that.” You shoved more pasta in your mouth, “it’s a lot of talking to other people over email and then talking to people in person.”

“Which do you like more?” Bucky placed one hand behind his head, his left arm in full view.

“Definitely talking in person, by far,” you covered your mouth when you spoke, “I like the real human interaction, but nothing beats the cards I get from vets and the average struggling person who manages to get and job and find proper housing all because I sent an email to fit them into a bed down at the shelter.”

Bucky just looked at you, a proud smile gracing his lips. “Okay,” he spoke softly, “I need some advice, but I want advice from a friend rather than a lady who works at the VA, okay?”

Your heart twisted at friends but you pushed it aside, “hit me.”

“I want to get back on my feet, I need to find a way to live again because I’m not going back to Wakanda and I’m not saving the world anymore. I want to know the first step to figuring my life out, what do I do?” Bucky asked, he watched as you thought and chewed.

“The thing that picked me up when Riley passed was routine and structure,” you waited for Bucky’s reaction, it looked positive so you kept going, “find little things you can do every day or once a week to give purpose to your day.”

“I’m gonna need examples, doll.” Bucky giggled.

Your heart flipped at the name, “go for a run every day, go sit down at a restaurant once a week, do your laundry the same day each week, find a proper skincare routine for mornings and nights, pick up groceries every Sunday, stuff like that.” You smile and scooped up the rest of your meal.

“I’m not one for grocery shopping,” Bucky giggled.

“How come?” you picked your phone up as you walked to the sink. You really just wanted to talk to Bucky so you’d do the dishes in the morning.

“That’s the one place that still freaks me out-that and a pharmacy,” Bucky mumbled, “it’s just very bright and the music gets loud and people are everywhere, it’s the one place I haven’t mastered.”

“Can you deliver the food to your door? I know people in my building do,” You flopped on your bed and forgot Bucky was there to take a deep breath, the feeling of comfort surrounded you. Cleo made her way up and found a perfect spot on your lap and facing you.

“Not that good at tech, doll.” he mused, “just figured that facetime thing out.”

“How about you order them and then I pick them up for you?” one hand reached out and began scratching Cleo under the chin, earning loud purrs.

“It’s alright, doll,” Bucky giggled, “I’ll figure it out.” He was becoming more and more bashful at your attempts to get him food, something no one had done before.

“Can I say one thing?” you got his attention, he pretended to debate it but quickly nodded. “The VA has a grocery program, there’s a completely different entrance. We’ve partnered with another charity, it isn’t even fully VA run.” you really tried to sell him on it, but his stale face gave nothing away.

His left hand wiped down his face as he looked away to think, “there are no strings attached? Like, is this going to turn into intervention?”

“No, Bucky,” you sighed, “I’m not pushing you like that, I just want what’s best for you, okay?” Cleo woke up at the sound of a passionate voice, she walked up and brushed her head under your chin. Bucky laughed as he watched Cleo flop her head on top of your chest

“Okay, I’ll sign up,” Bucky smiled. “I would love a hot dinner though, I haven't had a good meal in so long,” he shook his head and scratched behind his left shoulder. “But I don’t think I’m at the point where I’m eating in public like that, that’s another thing.”

“Well,” you took a deep breath, “you could come over here and I can cook a hot meal?” for a second you didn’t even register what you said, you thought it stayed in your head. But watching Bucky’s eyes soften at the request made you want to ask him to sleep over, leave a toothbrush, maybe even move in. the feeling in your chest made you want to reach out and hug him so tight until he’s wheezing.

“How about Friday?” Bucky glanced over, it looked like he was actually seeing something rather than scanning. “It’s getting pretty late and we should have a well-rested mind for tomorrow, I need to get my schedule together and you need to keep being amazing.”

There was this feeling, you were pushing towards him. “Sleepover? I mean, we’ve been falling asleep on facetime every night so it’s basically the same thing,” you felt like you were pushing your luck but at this point, your foot was in the door; why not give it a shove?

“I’ll think about it,” Bucky smiled, you could tell he was only looking at you on his phone, you smiled and looked at him.

There was a while where nothing was said, just the two of you looking at each other. Every so often Bucky would let out a huff of a chuckle and shake his head, his face getting redder. “Alright,” you said softly, “I think it’s time to go to bed, busy days coming up.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” Bucky leaned over and flicked off his lamp but the blue hue from his phone allowed you to see his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, tiger.” with a wave he hung up.

Now you know why Bucky always changed personalities so quickly, he was triggered at something you said to a point where he could picture the exact moment. The room was eerily silent without Bucky’s voice, even Cleo’s purrs weren’t working for white noise. You were sitting up in your bed with your lights still on, staring at the wall across from you. Your blood had run cold, the feelings you worked so hard to suppress were making their way to the surface, slowly chipping away at the ice you froze them in. two parts of your brain were screaming at one another, one was replaying everything in rapid motions, allowing yourself to feel everything you felt as a child. The other half was screaming at you to get up, to not let you get that way again, the nagging feeling was making you sick. Cleo looked up at you, feeling the nervousness in your body. The shakes and the nausea were common signs you were about to go into a panic attack, most of the time you were still but shook instead of hyperventilating or crying; you were silent with your feelings because that’s how you were taught.

After making yourself get up to get ready for bed you found yourself dragging your feet back to your comforters, Cleo sat upright and was waiting for you. As your body sulked under the covers your mind was only amping up, getting ready to allow the memories to break loose. How many years has it been since you thought about your parents? Slowly, your eyes closed and sleep took over you. But a dreamless night wasn’t in store…

It was a warm and sunny day, you were seated in the small backyard of your mother’s apartment complex. The weeds were tall and looked ugly, they were taller than the other people in your neighborhood. As you played with an action figure that only had one arm you looked at the nest of bees that sat comfortably in the tree in the back corner.

“Are you kidding me?” your mother’s voice rang around the corner, “you said you would take her so I could take my test, you fucking said so you better own up to your word- no-...no, fuck you!” she screamed, “I don’t care-...” there was a long pause where there was no talking, your eyes stayed fixated on the nest, “that’s rich, you know I couldn’t afford one!” You heard a grunt which was followed by a rock being thrown past the corner of the house and in your sight, “those hospital bills I had to pay for, thank you very much.” there was another pause and then her voice came in again, “well that fucking social worker your dad is fucking is coming over so you better quit smoking with your friends and get your ass over here, goodbye.”

One bee had come over to you, it found your purple toy interesting. You giggled as you sat and watched it fly around, running into you and the toy. Your innocent giggle scared it away and back to the nest, but it was your friend, the bee wanted to play with your toy. The clothes you were wearing felt tighter than normal, kids had made fun of you from wearing the same outfit twice in your grade one class. But this was deemed your ‘nice summer outfit’ as your mom put it and the lady you saw once a month was coming so you had to dress nice. Your child legs only let you cover so much ground, it felt like a jungle while you walked through the overgrown plants. “Do you like my dress?” you asked the bees nest, the constant buzz earned a laugh. “Can I see your Queen Bee?” it was something you had learnt a few weeks ago about different animal systems, some dig, others use webs, and some use nests. After climbing a few branches and reaching for the yellow home you grabbed it, your fingers curling around the easily breakable material.

But quickly you began to feel stings, the bees who you thought were friends were hurting you. A scream sent your mom running as you fell from the branch, the bees kept going, finding most spots on your thighs and arms but some made marks on your face. You felt two human hands wrap around you and then you were lifted into the air, it felt like a second had passed and suddenly you were in the apartment’s common room. No one was there except you and your mother, who was screaming and swatting away all the bees.

“Why would you do that?” she yelled, her hands furiously wiping the dirt from your knees. “I told you to never climb trees, you were to be sitting on the deck and nothing else, can’t you do anything right?” Her eyes never met your, “your dress…” she muttered.

You had never made your mom this mad before, and you were in pain from all the stingers lodged into your skin. Like any child would have done, you cried. Your head was thrown back as you wailed, your mother was mad at you, you broke a rule, you got hurt, and all you wanted was your mom to play with you like she said, but she took a call.

“Mommy!” you screamed and wrapped your arms around her legs, she froze and then kneeled down. “I just- I just wanted to show my bees my dress, I didn’t want to break the rule, I just-”

“I know, honey,” she had become sympathetic, her thumbs brushing away the tears that fell down your face, “I’m sorry I got mad, mommy’s just a little on edge, she didn’t mean to yell at you, mama would never be mad at you,” your cries stopped as she kissed your forehead, an act she did before leaving you tucked into your bed and before walking into class.

A lower voice cut in, “the fuck did you do?” you looked over.

“Daddy!” you yelled and walked over to him, he picked you up and held you on his hip.

Your mom walked over as well, as you tried to get your dad’s attention he was focused on your mother. “She climbed a tree and wanted to show her bee friends her dress, you know it’s her favourite dress and I was talking to you on the phone. When’s she coming?” your mom was stressed, she always bit her nails these days instead of breathing in the white sticks.

“Any fucking second,” your dad responded, “you fucking blew it, I hope you know, she’s gonna think you put out your cigs on her, way to go, mama.” He sneered and turned around.

The lady showed up, she was wearing very nice clothes, a skirt and a blazer. “What happened here?” her eyes were wide and scary, she looked you up and down before asking to hold you. “Do I need to talk with you two separately or can I take her to her room?” she asked your parents, they both showed her up to your mom’s apartment and to your small room that was once her office.

Your mom and your dad stood at the kitchen counter as you walked the lady into your bedroom, you looked over your shoulder to see your mom blowing you a kiss and your dad staring at your mom with angry eyebrows. The door was closed and the lady sat on your bed, she had paper and a pencil. You moved around quickly and found a new outfit, it was your second favourite dress and you changed in your closet.

“You ready to talk?” she asked.

She was a very scary woman, every time she came over you felt yourself curl in, afraid to say the wrong thing. One time your dad screamed at you, throwing his phone and smashing into the wall after you had brought up the time he forgot to bathe you when you stayed at his house that was also grandma and grandpa’s house.

She took your silence as a yes, “what happened before I came here?” she asked, her pen clicked and was ready.

“I was playing,” you stood in the middle of your bedroom, your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress.

“Then what?”

“Mommy went around the corner.”

“To do what?”

“She was talking.

“To who?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was it over the phone?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think it was daddy? A teacher? A doctor? A friend?”

“Mommy doesn't have friends.”

“How come?”

“She told me.”

“Told you what?”

“She doesn’t have friends because she’s always with me.”

“Huh…” the lady scribbled something down on the paper, taking a second and then underlining it. “So let’s go back to today, okay? Are you ok to talk about today?”

“I was playing and then mommy left and a bee came over.” A smile grew at the mention of the bee.

“A bee?” she gasped, you looked up to see her smile, “was the bee nice?” she was talking like your teachers or when your mom accepts the drawings you made for her.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “Mr. Bee wanted to see my toy but then he went away so I thought he was showing me to his other friends in the hive on the tree,” the pads of your finger rubbed the prickly tool on your dress.

“The hive on the tree?” she asked, “are there other animals in your backyard?”

“Sometimes I see Ms. Possum and her babies but mommy makes me stay inside and wave at them like we’re at a zoo, and then there’s Mr. Tabby, who is a very nice orange cat that belongs to a lady who lives here, she lets me pet him.”

“That’s nice,” there was more writing, her hand was moving super fast on the page. “And do you have a rule for climbing trees?”

“We do, I broke it, I was so excited to show them my dress I forgot the rule, I’m sorry.” your eyes went to the floor, remembering how mad your mom got.

“What would your mom have done if she was sitting beside you and playing?”

“Maybe would have kept me away, she’s good with outdoor rules. I can’t go too far ahead when we go for walks, I have to look both ways twice, I have to always be holding her hand unless I ask, that stuff.” You smiled at all the memories of going on walks, all the trees and people.

“How did mama react when she heard you scream and see your stings?” she leaned in, pen already touching the paper.

“She got mad but when I explained and got upset she wasn’t mad, she hugged me and told me it was okay, she’s very nice.” you pushed up on your tippy-toes, trying to see what she wrote but you couldn't’ get it.

“What would daddy have done?” her pen was ready again.

“Scream, he likes to yell.” Your stomach dropped when she started writing again.

“How does that make you feel?”

“Scared, I cry but he walks away.”

“Oh,” she slumped, “I’m sorry, hun, at least you have mommy for hugs right?”

“I love mommy,” you walked up to the lady, “can you keep a secret?” you asked in a whisper.

“I can,” she leaned in and put her ear to your mouth.

“I don’t like daddy, he’s loud. Mommy tucks me in and gives me kisses, I like her more.”

“Thank you,” she sat up, “let’s go see them, okay?” she took your hand and walked you out of the room, your parents were both standing in the same spot. “Alright, I’m gonna talk to mama and daddy now, can you go to your room?”

“Of course, Ms. Lady!” you giggled and went back to your room.

You flipped on your other side, your hand coming up and aggressively rubbing your face. You looked at the digital clock that read 2:45 AM which was always the case with your dreams, they always felt shorter than real-time. Your eyes closed again and the softness of your sheets pulled your back into REM sleep, faster than before.

Your backpack was filled with your laptop, notebook, and a book for your break. A water bottle that had a straw poking out of the top sat beside it, you’d need to carry that all around but you liked it better that way. Your phone hadn’t buzzed yet, Sam wasn’t there to pick you up. The house you were currently in was large and mostly white, grand arches before every room as well as gold accents to add personality to the house.

“Please hurry, Sam,” you whispered at your phone.

“You know,” a deep voice came from behind you, “I can drive you.”

“I know, Dad, but I don’t want you to,” you didn’t even turn to look at him, staring down at your phone.

“We should really put a time limit on those things, you’re addicted,” he walked over and plucked the phone from your hand. You scoffed and shook your head, trying hard not to get into an argument early in the morning. “What’s so funny?” He sneered.

“Oh, just…” you rolled your head back to look at him, “it’s funny when you say addiction is such a bad thing while holding scotch at seven in the morning.” Your phone buzzed and it was from Sam, saying he was here.

It was his turn to scoff, “would you fuck off?” He stepped closer, towering over you, “I told you I went to rehab, I told you I only drink on weekends, and I’ve told you that you make it worse when you’re over here because you’re a terrible daughter.” All you did was look up at him, you could feel the rage building between you. “Don’t give me that look-”

“I’m not giving-”

“SHUT UP!” He leaned down to scream as he threw his glass of scotch at the front door, “I’ve never fucking wanted you, ever, you’re fucking mother, who I fucked one night out of pity, tied me into this mess and I can’t get out. Now she’s sucking that child support money like fucking crazy all because she couldn’t afford to abort you,” His fingers gripped your chin, “I hope you know neither of us wanted you.”

You pushed his hand away, “and look at the one who actually tried, and look at the one who didn’t.” Your phone buzzed again, “I know you never wanted me, I know you have your issues, but I’m done dealing with this abuse-”

“It’s not abuse-”

“It is. You know it.” thought you were shorter, you felt bigger, “now that it isn’t mom, it’s me, and that’s okay, you’re in pain and you’re hurting will pass once you get sober, then your perspective might change.” You threw your backpack over your shoulder, “bye dad.”

“Go get ‘em, tiger, of whatever the fuck they say.”

The door closed and you walked over to the car, it was hard to hide it but Sam and Riley noticed. You got into the back and buckled in your seatbelt, Sam began to drive and pick up their conversation with Riley. After it came to an organic close, Riley turned around to you.

“I hate picking up you from your dad’s,” he said sadly, his hand coming back to pat your knee, “you’re always so sad and out of it, I miss the mom you, y’know?” he squeezed it to get your attention.

“One more day,” you whispered.

“How was this morning?” Sam asked as he turned out of the gated community.

“I mean,” you sighed as you looked out the window, “he’s never really liked me and these days he doesn’t really care to hide it, all he does is yell and scream. There’s this rage that I think he’s never been able to let go of, but now he’s starting to, and it’s good.”

“It’s good?” Riley turned around again, “but he literally verbally assaults you every day!” he looked over at Sam who didn’t really have a reaction.

“At least he’s letting it out.”

“Fuck!” the car lurched forward, “that fucking car didn’t go through the yellow,” Sam took a deep breath. When the light turned green later the car didn’t move, “we’re going to be late.” he pressed the horn.

“Fuck!” you sat up quickly, your alarm was playing beside you on your bedside table. It took a second to realize what dream you just had and where you were, Cleo was trying to calm you down. Your heart rate was through the roof and a layer of sweat covered your body.

The shower was scorching hot, trying to burn off all the memories. It was a stark contrast from the cold tears that rolled down your skin, you had tried so hard to push down those memories. Your new therapist worked with you instead of your old one who tried to play devil's advocate when it came to your childhood trauma. You could feel all your levels of defense breaking, you knew it would take one little thing to make you break, but that couldn’t be in the cards these days.

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Unknown - Isaac Lahey

a/n: this turned out a lot longer than i expected, but i’m happy with it :) super soft isaac is my weakness

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Scott had warned you about going out at night during a full moon. Everyone had, honestly. But people telling you what to do wasn’t how you went about life, so that’s why you found yourself running to the grocery store for some dinner.

Sure, you had things to make at home, but nothing sounded good. You let Scott know you were heading out, just so he was aware of your location. Though you were sure nothing would happen.

Strolling the many aisles of the store, you quietly hum to yourself and finally find a box of frozen toasted ravioli in the freezer section. You also grab a bag of chicken nuggets and a bag of waffle fries for more variety, and head to check out.

“What’s got you out on a full moon?” The cashier asks. You pause from getting your wallet out of your bag.

“Huh?” He laughs and scans your items.

“You gotta be careful on full moon nights in Beacon Hills. I’ve seen shit happen, and it’s not pretty.” You nod, saying nothing, getting a bad vibe from this guy. Once your things were bagged and paid for, you dart out of the store and to your car as quickly as you can.

You came to a stop at a stop light, the roads empty from any soul. As you wait for the light to turn green, something falls on top of your car. Or jumps.

The sound of whoever, or whatever, raises your anxiety, and you are too terrified to get out and look. Instead, you grab your phone and call Scott, whispering to him in case you made a sudden noise and startled whatever was outside.

“Scott?” You whisper-yell to him. “There’s something on my car.”

“Something on your car?”

“Y-yeah. On top of it. I’m at the intersection of-” You were cut off by a scream emitting from your throat as the creature broke your windshield. Your shaky hands unbuckle yourself from the seatbelt and as fast as you can, you jump out of your car and try to run away.

The wolf, as you had now determined from the sound of their growl, caught your leg and tore your jeans, their claws digging into your skin. You let out a loud scream as the pain courses through your body. The phone was still in your hand, surprisingly, so Scott heard everything.

As the wolf was beginning to tear at your back, something startled them and they ran off, leaving you bleeding out and attempting to speak to Scott.

He raced to you, though feeling the effects of the full moon, he was able to bring you to his house, where Melissa was waiting for you to tend to your wounds. The pain became too much, causing you to pass out. But Melissa monitored you the entire time.

“How are you feeling?” She asks when you finally awake the following morning. You groan and realize you’re laying on your stomach.

“Like I’ve been hit like a truck,” you moan. She chuckles and hands you a glass of water, helping you sit up. You hiss sharply as you sit on the stitches that Melissa sewed the wounds up with.

“I’d advise you to sleep on your stomach for the next few nights, at least until some of the stitches are gone. Scott is wanting you to stay here for a couple days, just so we can watch you and make sure nothing else happens.” You sigh and try to stand, but ultimately fail due to the weakness of your leg.

“Where is he?”

“At school. He didn’t want to go because he wanted to watch over you, but I made him. No use in staying around if you’re just resting.” You chuckle and sit back down, the pain slightly subsiding as you put pressure on your other leg.

“He’ll be back in a few hours. I’m sure he’s going to want to know everything that happened,” Melissa continues.

“I’m not even sure I know what happened. I mean I remember it breaking my windshield and running for my life. I didn’t even see who attacked me.” Melissa rubs your shoulder and gives you a couple painkillers to take.

“They’ll figure it out. They always do. Scott can always go to Derek to help figure it out.”

—

You were ordered to lay down for the rest of the day, per Melissa, but when Scott and Stiles returned from school, you weren’t allowed much rest.

Scott and Stiles run through the door as soon as Stiles parks his jeep. They run up to the guest room, where you are staying, and are very happy to see you awake.

“Why the hell would you go out on a full moon?!” Stiles scolds you.

“Fuck off,” you mumble, sitting up with the help of Scott. The medicine you took earlier had worn off, so Scott took some of your pain until you could comfortably sit up. You leaned against your friend while Stiles stood in front of you two.

“I don’t know who attacked me, so don’t even ask, I went out because I wanted some food to make, I was aware of my surroundings the entire time, and the wolf jumped on top of my car. I couldn’t do much, I didn’t even know what it was until it broke my windshield and I ran out.”

“I wonder if it’s one of those new wolves that Derek bit,” Stiles wonders, the wheels in his head turning.

“It doesn’t matter who it was now. (Y/N) said she didn’t see, so there’s really nothing to be done. The most important thing, though, is that she’s alive.” Stiles nods and takes a seat next to you, hugging you carefully.

A week later, you were back at school like nothing had happened, though you were still healing. Your friends weren’t able to help you throughout the entire day, but you managed. Thanks to someone.

Isaac saw you struggling to put things into your backpack from your locker after school ended one day, so he came over to help.

“Do you need someone to hold your backpack?” He asks nicely. His bright blue eyes captivated you and his smile was just as bright.

“Uh sure, thank you. I’m still recovering from an accident, so it’s still a little tough to get around.” He takes your backpack from your shoulder and holds it open for you, allowing you to stuff some books in and take some out.

“You’re Isaac, right? On the lacrosse team with Stiles and Scott?” He chuckles and zips your backpack for you.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“I recognize the curly hair,” you grin glancing up at his golden locks. He blushes a little and throws the bag over his shoulder for you.

“I’ll walk you to your car, I can tell carrying it was uncomfortable.”

“Well thank you, again.”

From that moment, you and Isaac grew very close, spending lots of time together on the weekends, seeing each other every day in school, him helping you with your backpack and walking you to your car as well.

A year later, and a relationship had blossomed. Months after meeting, Isaac confessed his feelings and asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sweet moment and Scott was so happy to hear that you two were together. He thought Isaac was great for you, after having his name cleared after his father was killed.

Thankfully, you had fully healed from your attack wounds, although they left deep scarring, you were slowly accepting that it happened, and there’s nothing to do. Isaac had been so loving and tender with them, though.

You told him the truth after a couple months of being together, that you were attacked by a werewolf. Since then, he always took time to run his fingers along them, kissing them sweetly in more intimate moments, and assuring you that they are perfect and don’t make you any less beautiful; he in fact told you they make you look even more beautiful, and it shows you’re strong.

Now, there was an alpha pack in town, looking to stir up trouble, and of course involving the pack.

It was a normal day at school, so far. During your independent study, you and Isaac offered to help your teacher get some stuff from the storage closet. She knew you were dating, so she told you, “no funny business”.

You and Isaac stood in the closet, rummaging through different boxes to find what you needed.

“Should we partake in some “funny business”?” Isaac cheekily asks. You giggle and smack his chest.

“No. As much as I would love to, she trusts us t-” Your sentence was interrupted by the door to the closet slamming shut. Isaac whips around and jiggles the handle, and when it doesn’t budge, he starts to freak out.

“Isaac, it’s okay,” you whisper, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

“No, no, no, no,” he mumbles, running his hands through his hair in a stressful manner.

“Hey, look at me, babe,” you try to get his attention off the fact that it’s a small space. He ignores you and tries to push the door, knocking and banging on it for someone to hear.

“There’s something against it,” he breathes, shrugging his cardigan off and continuing to push on the door.

“Isaac, please calm down, it’s going to be fine.” He starts screaming and pounding on the door, slightly terrifying you. You try once more to pry him away from it, but he turns to you, eyes golden, canines on show.

You stumble back, scared of his current state.

“Babe, please, listen to my voice, Isaac!”

He growls, and fear runs through you. His claws latch onto your arm, digging into your skin. You yelp and trip over your feet, falling against the shelving.

Suddenly, the door flies open and Scott grabs Isaac by the shoulder, throwing him to the ground. He growls again as his alpha screams to anchor him. You slowly walk out of the closet, holding your wrist close to your chest.

Scott stands and comes over to make sure you’re okay, but he can tell there is something else wrong.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to do that,” Isaac whimpers, tears in his eyes. You stare down at him, nights of the attack flashing in your mind. The growl the wolf let out that night.

Isaac’s growl.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, wanting to run all the way home.

“(Y/N)?” Scott breaks you from your daze. “What’s wrong?” You try to explain it, but Isaac’s beautiful eyes stop you. He’s vulnerable at the moment, you couldn’t tell him.

“N-nothing. I’m just gonna go to the nurse,” you mumble, dashing away from the two wolves and to the nurse. They share a worried glance, but brush it off and carry on with the day.

When school ends, Isaac cautiously makes his way over to you.

“(Y/N)?” He calls out, stepping up to your locker. You don’t make eye contact with him for a moment, trying to ignore the voice in your head telling you to.

“Baby, please. I’m so sorry I hurt you, you know I didn’t mean to,” he begs. Finally, you look at him and shut your locker.

“I know. I said it was okay.”

“But you-” You walk away, events playing in your head as he yells for you. You quickly run out of the school and to your car.

Later that night, you head over to Scott’s house to talk with him.

“Hey, what’s up?” He answers the door, letting you in from the rain.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Okay.” You two head up to his room, and for the time being, you completely forget that Isaac lives with Scott.

“Is this about earlier?” He asks.

“Yeah. I, um, I’m…”

“It’s really unlike you to be scared around Isaac. And I could smell the fear on you, it was so strong.”

“He’s the one who attacked me,” you blurt out. Scott is stunned speechless.

“Wh...How do you know?”

“His growl. It’s the same growl I heard when I was caught by him.”

“Are you sure?”

“Aren’t you the one that said every wolf has a different growl? I know what I heard, and as soon as I heard his growl today, it brought me back to that night and I began to relive it and-”

“What?” A new voice makes your blood run cold. Isaac opens the door even more and steps inside. Tears were evident in his eyes and on his cheeks.

“I did it?” He breathes out, his hands shaking at the thought.

“Isaac, listen-”

“No, it’s okay,” he whimpers, leaving the room almost immediately. Scott tries to stop him, but he’s too quick.

“Should I go talk to him?” You wonder. Scott shakes his head.

“Give him some time, until he’s ready to come to terms with it.”

That day came a week later. Isaac had been avoiding you all week at school, not wanting to be reminded of what he did. But it wasn’t him, it was the full moon.

Scott had something up his sleeve, though. He asked you to meet him at his house after school, but when you arrived, he wasn’t there. Isaac had to answer the door, and had to face you by himself.

“Uh, I guess since I’m here, can we talk?” You ask him softly. He nods and lets you in. You follow him up to his room and he takes a seat on the bed.

“Isaac, I don’t blame you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I talked to Scott about the whole thing and he said that since it was a full moon, and your first full moon, you had no idea what you were doing. You had no recollections because it wasn’t you.”

“It was me,” he whispers. “I gave you those awful scars, I put you through so much pain, and I hate myself for it.”

“Now what happened to my scars being beautiful?” You tease, wanting to lighten the mood. Isaac surprisingly chuckles, but stops moments later.

“They are beautiful, but I put you through so much pain that night.”

“You don’t remember it, though, do you? Because if you did, as soon as you saw my scars, you would have known it was you.” He nods and stares at his hands.

“I just don’t think I can be with you and forget what happened,” he whispers. Your heart shatters at his words and you sigh.

“Please don’t do this, Isaac,” you beg softly. “I don’t blame you, I don’t hate you, I-”

“How can you sit here and look at me, and not be reminded of that night?”

“Because I love you!” He goes silent. Sure, you’ve said it before, but now, it feels different.

“I truly love you, Isaac. I may have been hurt, but I’m alive.”

“But…”

“No. I don’t care about anything else. Yeah, at first, it was hard to come to terms with, but I’m okay now.”

“I always knew there was something about you that I recognized, your scent. You smelled so familiar when we first met, but I could never figure out what it was. I even asked Derek and he had no idea. But now…”

“Hey,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks, making him look up at you. “It’s. Okay. I promise. Please believe me when I tell you that I’m not upset with you and that I don’t care that it was you.” He stares into your eyes and after a few moments, he nods. You let go of his face, but he stands up as soon as you do.

You step back a couple inches and wait for him to either say something or walk out of the room. To your surprise, he falls into your arms, pulling you close to him, and begins crying into your shoulder. His body shakes with sobs and the sounds break your heart.

“I’m so sorry, babe. I really am. I know I wasn’t aware, but I feel awful.”

“I know, Isaac. You’re okay.” His face is nuzzled in your shoulder, the tears pooling on your shirt.

“I love you so much,” he whimpers, his voice slightly strained. “I’m so sorry, I promise to never hurt you like that again.” Your hands run up and down Isaac’s back comfortingly, not saying anything else and just letting him get everything out.

“Can I stay the night with you?” You ask him when he pulls away. You knew it was a long shot and you weren’t even sure he would want you there.

“Of course, baby,” he smiles, caressing your cheek with his hand, wiping your tears away while doing so.

He pulls you over to the bed, and sits down, but before you follow him, he stops you. As tender as ever, he removes your shirt and shorts, discarding them to the side.

“Turn around,” he softly orders. You do so, facing the wall of his room. His fingers ever so gently dance across the deep scarring on your back and thigh. Quiet sniffles sound through the room as Isaac comes face to face with what he’s done, after finding out that it was him after all.

“Come lay down on your stomach,” he says this time. You wipe your tears away and climb onto the bed, your head turned to the side to watch him a little.

“So so beautiful,” he whispers, straddling your back like he is going to give you a massage. Instead, he leans down and presses his lips to the scars on your back, kissing them one by one, up until he reaches your shoulder.

“Yet so much pain,” he continues, moving down to the back of your thigh and doing the same. By now, tears were free falling down your cheeks and onto your arm.

“I already said this, but I promise to never hurt you like this again. You mean the world to me and I never want you to be in pain because of me. For the wrong reasons.” A giggle escapes your lips at his slightly sexual connotation. He flips you back around and crawls up your body to face you.

“I love you,” he tells you once more, kissing your lips as sweetly as ever and as passionately as ever. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” you confirm, bringing him back down for another kiss. “You mean the world to me as well, Isaac.”

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey x reader #daniel sharman #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of gun violence, PTSS

A/N: before you have a heart attack, the angst is resolved by the end of the chapter

Masterlist

Chapter 35

“Elephant,” Spencer read from the list.

“E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T,” Jo recited.

“Correct!” Spencer picked her up and hugged her, “That’s the last word on the list your teacher gave as practice. You’re my little genius.”

“This spelling bee is going to be a P-I-E-C-E of cake,” Jo beamed.

“Speaking of cake, what kind do you want, Baby J? We have to celebrate your last day of 1st grade.”

“Chocolate!” she smiled.

“You got it,” you gave her a thumbs up, “Daddy and the babies are going to go with you to school to watch the spelling bee and I’ll be there as soon as I pick up your cake. I need a final hug and kiss from my first grader before I go though.”

“Bye, Mommy!” Jo kissed you on the cheek.

“Remember you don’t have to win. Just have fun, baby,” you reminded her.

Jo nodded.

“Bye, love,” you gave Spencer a quick kiss, “Save me a seat!”

“Can I get a chocolate cake that has ‘Congrats Jo!’ written on it in purple frosting?” you asked the baker.

Once the cake was decorated, you headed to the front to check out.

All of a sudden, two men with black ski masks burst through the door with guns.

One of them fired off two shots towards the ceiling to get everyone’s attention. You dropped Jo’s cake in sheer panic.

“Everyone, get to the floor now! If the cashiers cooperate, this will all go smoothly and no one gets hurt,” one of the men yelled.

You couldn’t get enough oxygen to your lungs as you dropped to the floor. The events from Jo’s seventh birthday party kept replaying in your head.

Then, you felt something warm seeping down your front. You looked down to see your white shirt quickly darkening into red.

Spencer dropped the cake on the ground, running over to you, “Y/N!”

You fell to the ground just as he caught you. You could hear the muffled sounds of screams, kids crying, and people running away.

“Jo, your word is environment,” the teacher announced.

Spencer looked around the crowd in the auditorium. It was already the second round and you still weren’t here. He would have texted you but unfortunately, carrying both twins inside, he managed to leave his phone in the car.

What he didn’t know was it was blowing up with messages from the team who were at the hostage situation and had seen you on the security footage.

“E-N-V-I-R-O-N-M-E-N-T,” Jo stated into the microphone.

“Correct.”

You were trembling on the floor with the palms of your hands covering your eyes.

The robbers must have planned their timing wrong because the cops showed up earlier than expected, turning the robbery into a hostage situation.

They didn’t have a plan though so they denied all forms of communication. You were trapped.

“Okay, we are entering the final round between Jo and Mason.”

“Mason, your word is neighbor.”

“N-A-B-O-R,” Mason said.

“I’m sorry, Mason. That is incorrect. Good try though. Jo, the word moves on to you. If you get this correct, you will be the winner.”

“N-E-I-G-H-B-O-R,” Jo stated confidently.

“That is correct! Congratulations to Jo!” the teacher cheered as the audience applauded.

They handed her a little trophy and Spencer ran up to her and gave her the biggest hug he could with his baby carrier on.

“Where is Mommy?” she whispered.

“I don’t know, Princess, but I’m sure she has a good excuse because she wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he whispered back.

“JJ, can I use your phone for a picture? I left mine in the car,” Spencer asked.

“Sure, hold on. I just need to power it back on, I didn't want it making any noise during the competition.”

They waited for JJ’s phone to turn on and her face noticeably shifted to concern as she shuffled through the missed calls and texts.

“Will, watch Jo and Henry please,” JJ said, pulling Spencer into the hallway nearby.

“Spence, I need you to take a seat.”

“Why?” Spencer asked, slowly sitting down with the baby carrier holding the sleeping twins.

“There is a hostage situation at the nearby grocery store and Y/N is inside. She is physically okay but she seems to be having some sort of breakdown.”

“Well assuming the unsub or unsubs have a gun, that would make sense because her last encounter with a gun, she was shot at Jo’s birthday party and almost died. She is most likely suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome. We need to get down there right now,” Spencer stood.

“Okay, leave the babies with Will and he’ll watch the kids for now. I’ll explain it to him later.”

Glass shattering. Yelling. Gunshots fired.

You closed your eyes tighter and pressed your hands to your ears to block out the sound.

Someone put their hands on your shoulders and you screamed loudly. The hand began to rub your back soothingly.

You opened your eyes to see Spencer crouching down in front of you. He was saying something to you but you couldn’t hear because of the deafening ringing in your ears.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You were still paralyzed in fear even though you were now safe in your husband’s arms.

Spencer’s lips were moving again but you couldn’t make out a single word. He scooped you up and carried you outside to one of the ambulances. They placed a blanket around you and you curled up into yourself again, putting your head in your knees.

Spencer’s hand never left your back.

It had been a day since the incident and you still hadn’t talked. You wanted to but it seemed impossible. You had only left the bed to use the bathroom, barely touching the food Spencer brought you.

“I want to show Mommy my trophy but she isn’t leaving her room,” Jo frowned.

“Mommy went through something really scary so that is why she missed your spelling bee and why she won’t leave her room. Two bad men tried to rob the store she was in and it reminded her of when she got hurt before and had to be in the hospital for a while,” Spencer spoke softly to her.

“Oh. What can I do to help?” Jo asked.

“How about we all go in there and just lay with her? She might not be in the mood to talk but you can talk to her, Princess,” Spencer had Ollie on one hip and Ophelia on his other.

He was right behind Jo when she knocked on your bedroom door.

“Love, can we come in and sit with you for a bit?” Spencer asked, cracking the door open.

You slowly sat up and extended your arms, inviting Jo in for a hug. Jo ran into your arms.

“Hi, Mommy,” she whispered.

You kissed her head in response. Jo laid down in your lap and proceeded to tell you all about the spelling bee as you stroked her hair.

Spencer took his spot in the bed with Ophelia on his chest and Ollie in his lap. He smiled softly when you reached for Ollie, cradling him in your arms.

Jo put some Looney Tunes on to cheer you up. Spencer ordered pancakes from the local diner and you all ate in bed together. Spencer couldn’t stop smiling when you finished your entire stack of pancakes.

By late afternoon, you all had moved on to ‘Tangled’ but all the kids were napping on top of you. You grabbed Spencer’s hand and interlocked your fingers. Spencer brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.

“I love you,” you croaked.

“I love you too, my brave brave girl,” he whispered with happy tears in his eyes.

A/N: congrats, you made it through the last angst plotline in this fic!!! i hate to say it because i’m so attached but i will probably be wrapping this fic up soon (maybe 4 more chapters or so). also, send me some asks! i’m bored!!! i have been writing all day!

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 3 years

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they were roommates

Warnings - non consensual sex, anal sex, somnophilia, forced drug use

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words - over 2k

A/N - READ THE WARNINGS - I can’t stress this enough. Also if you are under 18 just shoo, bugger off. I wrote this from a prompt on @darkficsyouneveraskedfor stalker writing challenge, the prompt was your roommate isn’t who you thought they were. I’m still super new to writing and this is new territory for me, as always a huge massive thankyou to my beautiful wife @buckyownsmylife she helped me a lot and continues to hype me up.

It’s been six weeks since your friend got a new job upstate and moved out,. You’ve had an advert out for a new roommate but so far everyone who’s applied has either been rude or hasn’t shown up. You’re running low on your savings and would probably accept Satan himself if he could pay his fair share. That’s when your latest applicant knocked on your door.

James was polite and charming, he offered to pay a month up front to secure the room and could move in as soon as possible. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when he moved in later that week, it was a bit odd that he had no friends to help him but he didn’t seem to have a lot of stuff and had himself sorted while you worked in your home office.

The first night he offered to buy pizza and beers so you could get to know each other better, it turns out you two had a lot of things in common and he was easy to get along with. You must have had a few too many beers because your head felt fuzzy, deciding it was time to go to bed. You said goodnight to James and stood up but felt so dizzy you had to immediately sit back down. James was so sweet though, looking after you, he actually picked you up and put you to bed so you didn't have to walk the short distance to your room.

Waking up the next morning you realised you were wearing a t-shirt you didn’t recognise but you didn’t remember getting changed, your mouth felt strangely dry so you got up for a drink. That’s when the soreness hit you, in between your legs, rushing to the bathroom you were confused that you weren’t getting your period and nothing seemed to be different. You assumed you were getting sick and went for hot tea to soothe yourself.

Sitting at the kitchen counter drinking and nibbling on some dry toast, James walks in looking like he’s just been for a run. He grabs a bottle of water and walks over to you giggling “you can’t possibly be hungover you only had three drinks last night” you look up at him smirking and sarcastically respond, “yeah, well, maybe I’m just a lightweight”.

As you get up to clear away your mess he clears his throat making you turn. “Should we have a system for when we have people over in the future?” You look at him confused. “I’m sorry what do you mean? Do you want to bring someone over tonight?”

He chuckles at you, “Well no, not tonight but if you want your friend from last night to come back I can make sure you have some privacy,” he offers you, smirking at the confused look on your face.

“I’m sorry, I don't understand, I went to sleep last night. I didn’t have anyone over.” Taking a step closer, he leans on the counter separating you both. “Then who did I hear you with last night and who did I kick out this morning?” You stare at him open mouthed and scurry off to your room to check your phone for some clues, you feel your chest tighten when you see that you matched with someone last night and invited him over. How could you not remember? You were absolutely mortified, what is James going to think of you now?

Sitting in your home office talking to idiot customers on the phone all day, you try to take your mind off what happened last night. How can you have invited someone over, had sex and apparently stolen his t-shirt without even knowing? You vow there and then you aren’t drinking ever again. However, the end of the week rolls by and it's been the absolute worst, your boss is a dick, your customers are all idiots and to top it off your best friend hasn’t responded to your calls all week and you don’t know why.

You have a quick shower and decide to spend the night binge watching whatever you can find on Netflix when James sits next to you handing you a gin and tonic. “Thanks but I’m not drinking for a little while.” You go to put the drink down but he pushes it up to your mouth

“Don’t be silly, you’ve had a hard week. One drink won’t hurt” smiling at him you take a sip and he’s right, you instantly relax and get cosy on the sofa, ordering chinese and laughing at the show you both decide on. Waking up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth again, you find yourself laying on your bed but this time you have your own clothes on which is a relief. Standing up, you feel a bit weird round the back like you’ve been stretched out with one of your plugs but that’s not possible, they’re hidden in your box under the bed.

You drink a big glass of water and sit on the kitchen counter, a little uncomfortably, but quietly and relax. Something has been off the last week and you can’t put your finger on it, it's always weird when you get a new roommate and you’ve put it down to that but you just sense something isn’t quite right. You lean your head back on the wall behind you and get a surprise when James walks round the corner. “Hey doll, you feeling ok? You looked a bit sickly earlier and went to bed. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You nod at how sweet he was and drink some more water before hopping down. “I’m fine just going to sleep it off.” He takes your glass for you, offering to wash it and says goodnight, watching you walk away very closely and licking his lips as his eyes roam over your body.

It’s been a few weeks now since James moved in, he’s got to be the best roommate you’ve ever had. He pays his bills on time, keeps the place spotless and he’s such a good cook, always making food and drinks for you. It's lucky that he’s so kind because none of your friends seem to be in touch anymore, you message them and even try calling them but no one ever replies.

You sit watching your usual Friday night film with drinks and Chinese takeout, talking to James about both your weeks, tonight though he sits closer than usual and his face seems to light up when you talk to him. He’s possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in real life, you’ve never looked at him that way before because not only is he your roommate but he’s so far out of your league it's laughable. You tell one of your stupid jokes and he laughs with his whole body, his arm goes around the back of the sofa and he pulls you in close, hugging into him, you relax biting your lip when he kisses the top of your head.

That was the beginning of it for you both. You had daily movie nights, he cooked for you every day, listened when you got upset that your friends seemed to have dropped you and even encouraged you to start running with him. Everything felt perfect, you still occasionally woke up sore with a dry mouth but James told you it was just your body getting used to all the exercise you were now doing. Both of you had really found each other, loners who just needed someone to listen.

You went down to collect your mail one day and stood talking to your elderly neighbour when she told you how familiar James looked, she couldn’t work out where she knew him from but she praised you on finding such a nice young man who apparently had carried her groceries up the stairs for her when the elevator was broken. Smiling at her you told her to have a good morning and went back to your apartment looking at the thick brown envelope addressed to you, you never really got anything in the post except the occasional leaflet. James had made you a coffee and you smiled at him taking the package in your room to open while you got ready to have a shower.

In the shower you decided tonight would be the night with James, you shaved yourself from head to toe and used your best lotions. Winking at him as you walked to your room, he had a weird look on his face and couldn’t seem to look at you. In your room the envelope had been moved, it looked like it was open too. Bending down to pick it up you hear James behind you but before you can turn around you feel a pain in your neck and everything goes dark.

You wake up with a blinding headache and go to move but your body feels too heavy. “Ssshh sweetheart, don’t move, I had to tie you up for your own safety.” You look at him confused, trying to pull on your wrists but you can’t move.

“James, what’s happening?” Sitting next to you he slips some ice chips in your mouth to ease your dry throat and takes a deep breath.

“You can blame your friend, we were so happy and she had to try and take you away from me.” A tear runs down your cheek, you’ve never heard him talk like this and it’s terrifying. “I told your little friends to leave you alone or I’d take care of them all but they just didn’t listen.” He throws the envelope down and slowly shows you the newspaper clippings and articles they had sent you, apparently he was on the run and considered dangerous, something to do with what happened with the helicarriers that crashed a few months ago.

“I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore,” he says with a smirk, wiping your tears away and tutting. “Don’t be scared of me, I’m doing this for you, for us!” Pulling on the restraints on your feet and arms again he shouts, “Enough!” You stop immediately, scared of what he‘ll do if you don’t. “You were so nice to me on the phone when I first got free, you helped me hire that car that brought me to New York. I hacked into your company's database and found you. Your roommate was easy to convince with a little bit of money and I hired all those people to come and see you so when I finally got my chance you’d want me as much as I’ve wanted you”

“Why didn’t you just ask me out like a normal person?” You managed to stutter out, trying not to sound too pathetic.

“You never leave the house, you stay home all day working then sit watching TV all night, I saw you through the webcam. You really should be more careful.” He smirks before running his fingers over your naked body. Feeling how smooth and soft your skin is he smiles. “Did you do all this for me? Sweetheart, I’ve already had all of you, you don’t have to do anything special for me. I love you just the way you are”.

The realisation hits you and you sob loudly. “Have you been touching me while I sleep?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at you with so much admiration.

“You’re so smart, I’ve been preparing you to be mine. I didn’t know how long it's been since you’ve been with a real man, not those silly little toys under your bed and I wanted our first time to be special. I even set up that fake dating account so you would think you had a guy over on that first night.” He strokes your cheek and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying.

“James I’m cold, can you untie me and we can talk properly, please.” He studies your face for a brief moment before leaning forward and chuckling in your ear.

“You can’t think I’m that stupid baby, oh and you can call me Bucky now. If you’re going to be mine forever we need to get better acquainted.” He drops his sweatpants and straddles your hips. “We’re going to have so much fun”.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #Winter Soldier

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uvobreakmylegs · 3 years

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Floor 200

I’m still working on part two of vampire!Hisoka but here’s a different, shorter piece with him

Warnings: threats of noncon, implied death, implications of smut

You yelped a bit as you moved out of the way of the two young boys who burst out from the elevator, barely managing to avoid them plowing you down as they sprinted past you.

The boy wearing green at least had the decency to call back a “sorry!” to you as they ran, and the rather messy-looking man with glasses that followed behind them also offered you a quick apology before going on his way. Just as quickly as those three had come, they were gone, leaving through a side entrance of Heaven's Arena while your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at how sudden and unexpected all of that had been.

The encounter was more confusing than anything. With the amount of dangerous characters that lived in the tower, it certainly wasn't a place for children to be running around like that. Some of the people here really didn't give a shit, and if those two ran into someone who was actually dangerous and bloodthirsty, you feared what the end result of that would be.

The elevator doors sliding shut brought you back to reality, and you pushed your arm against one door to hold it open as you slipped inside, pushing the button for the 200th floor.

Thinking about those boys again brought back memories of your own childhood, of running around and playing with your friends and getting into trouble. You sighed a little bit, thinking of the things you used to do and wondering where all that energy had gone now that you'd grown up.

….. Dear God, had you really gotten to the point in your life where you'd be reminiscing about your childhood and the fact that you'd grown up to be as miserable as everybody else? It wasn't like you were that old.

You didn't want to focus on that slightly depressing thought, so you turned your attention to the bags of groceries you held and the meal you planned to make. Tonight was special. After finishing up a few jobs and going through his Hunter exam, Hisoka was actually back and planned to stick around for a while. So to celebrate both his success and return you were planning on cooking dinner for the two of you. You couldn't help feeling a little bit of excitement at the thought of it. It was such a small thing to eat dinner together, but it had been a while since you had seen him last, and you wanted to make the most of it.

The downside of living on the 200th floor of the arena meant that the elevator rides were terribly long, so you usually let your mind wander as the car made its way up the numerous floors. At least the long ride helped you to calm down from that little bit of shock earlier.

The ding of the elevator and the sound of the doors sliding open alerted you when you reached your destination. You left the elevator car and veered to the right towards the hallway that lead to Hisoka's room.

“Hey you- Oh.”

A voice sounded from behind, and you turned around to see who had spoken, finding three men that you knew better than you wanted to. Though for the life of you, you could never remember their names. You only knew them as the one in the wheelchair, the freaky-looking one missing an arm, and the other freaky-looking one in red. Gido.... That one was named Gido. You were about 90% sure that was correct.

“Can I help you?” you asked them.

They all avoided your gaze.

“We were waiting for someone else,” the one without an arm said, “thought you were these two kids that made it to the floor.”

“Do I look like two kids?”

None of them responded to your question. It was clear that they wanted you to leave, but after the last time you had been confronted in these hallways, they knew better than to even say anything out of line.

Hisoka had been pushing you to move in with him, and while you weren't really sure you wanted to live at the tower full-time, you couldn't deny that the room he had on the 200th floor was nice. A lot nicer than anything you could afford in that city. And since there weren't any rent or utilities that needed to be paid, it would be a good opportunity to save up some cash. So you agreed, much to Hisoka's delight.

The incident occurred when you had been moving in; Hisoka had gone on ahead of you, carrying a few boxes while you were bringing up a few bags full of clothes. On the way to Hisoka's room, those three had stopped you, along with a fourth man, one who was covered in burn scars and missing an eye. It was obvious you weren't a nen user, so they'd demanded to know what you were doing up there.

“My boyfriend lives here; I'm moving in with him,” you told them.

“Boyfriend, huh?” the one with the scars asked, “what, you cozied up to one of the fighters here so you could live in luxury without working for it?”

“I don't have to explain myself to you,” you answered.

“No, but you'll do it anyway.”

“Fuck off.”

At that he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you into the wall, the other three laughing behind him as he held you in place.

“It just isn't good for the arena's image if any random slut off the street can be living up on this level alongside the quality fighters,” he said, “so beat it, you stupid bitch. You don't belong here.”

“And a bunch of losers who barely survived their initiations do?”

Your words seemed to hit a nerve for all four of them, and the air around you grew deadly as the grip on your throat became that much tighter. But as he did so, the one with the scars smirked as a thought came to his mind.

“I've got an idea,” he said, “why doesn't your boyfriend make a wager with me? If he fights me and wins, you can stay. But if I win, my buddies and I get to have you for the night, and then you get the fuck outta here.”

“You want to fuck me? I thought I was a slut,” you spat, “is this about humiliating me or are you four just that desperate because no one is stupid enough to willingly get in bed with you?”

He reached with his other hand to grab your jaw and force your mouth closed. Egging him on really was so stupid, but the familiar figure you had noticed from the corner of your eye made you feel a bit more bold.

“You've got a mouth on you. But I've got a few ideas on how to shut you up and put that little smartass mouth to better use.”

The other three had grown quiet, but the one holding you didn't notice.

“So how 'bout it? Will you ask your boyfriend about that wager, or should I?”

It was hard to speak with how he was holding you, but you responded as you pointed to your right.

“I think.... He already heard.”

The scarred man's eyes followed where you were pointing, and when he saw Hisoka standing within earshot, you swore that man's soul just about left his body.

The other three had already noticed him, and were actively trying to distance themselves from their fourth.

Hisoka was smiling, but the second the man laid eyes on him bloodlust he had been holding back oozed from him, filling up the hallway and consuming all four.

The man who had been on your case backed away from you, holding up his hands in surrender.

“I-I-I d-didn't know,” he sputtered.

Hisoka didn't answer at first. He casually walked up to you two and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. With how Hisoka's nails dug into your hip, you could tell that Hisoka was well and truly pissed off. The man had stayed where he was, the murderous aura keeping him in place.

Hisoka looked to him.

“I accept your wager.”

The fight between them was one of the most gruesome things you had ever witnessed, and it went down as one of the bloodiest matches in the tower's history. The remaining trio didn't go anywhere near Hisoka after that, and they did everything they could to avoid you as well.

Whatever they were waiting for must have been important to them, seeing as they weren't turning around and leaving at the sight of you. They had mentioned kids, and you wondered if they were referring to the two boys who had come from the elevator.

But ultimately, it wasn't any of your business, and you motioned to the hallway you had been headed for as you asked “do you need me for something? I've got stuff I need to do.”

They shook their heads, their eyes still averted, and you continued on your way. The petty side of you wanted to throw back a quip of some kind, but you decided against it. They already didn't like you; there was no point in making things worse and have them resent you further.

Though it was probably hard for them to start shit when they remembered the way their old buddy was cut to pieces.

When you entered that hallway, to your surprise, you found Hisoka sitting on the floor at the other end. His eyes widened and he grinned when he saw you, flicking the card he was holding and throwing it into the wall. Reaching the end of the hallway, you found several playing cards that had been sliced into the wall at various angles. What the hell was he doing?

“.... What'd the wall do to you?” you finally asked.

Hisoka paused, a new card he was about to throw still between his fingers as he looked over to you.

“After we've been apart for so long, that's the first thing you say to me?” he responded, his eyebrow raised. Though he still had that teasing grin.

“You're making a nuisance of yourself,” you answered, “who exactly is going to clean this up once you're done here?”

“Who knows. It's not my problem.”

“I used to work in jobs like these, Hisoka. Trust me, cleaning up something like this won’t be fun.”

“The people who will clean this up aren't you, so I don't care,” he responded.

You sighed. You wouldn't be getting anywhere with this argument; better to just let it go.

“Is there a reason you're sitting on the floor out here?” you tried instead.

“I'm waiting for someone.”

“Hm. I'm guessing it's not me.”

“Afraid not.”

“Who then?”

“Two promising little fighters who've caught my eye,” Hisoka mused, “but they aren't quite ready to be up on this level just yet. And unless they can get past me, they won't be advancing any further.”

“So this is some kind of initiation thing?” you asked.

“In a way.”

“And how long is this going to take?”

“They need to be back before midnight, so possibly until then.”

Your eyes narrowed at that bit of information.

“Oh? Is something wrong?” Hisoka asked, tilting his head as he looked at you.

“Haven't you forgotten something, Hisoka?”

Seconds passed by as he looked up at you, and you couldn't tell if he was just bullshitting you or if he had genuinely forgotten your plans for the evening.

“Oh!” he exclaimed after a moment, “we were planning on dinner, weren't we?”

“It seriously took you that long to remember?” you asked dryly.

“You'll have to forgive me, pet. I simply got caught up in the moment. You know how I get sometimes.”

“Unfortunately, yeah, I do,” you sighed, “so you're just going to blow me off tonight?”

“It isn't anything personal. This is just something I need to see through,” he explained.

“Oh, of course. At least I know how high I am on your list of priorities,” you responded sarcastically.

Hisoka frowned at that, and as he threw the card he had been holding into the wall, he said “you know I don't like it when you say things like that, even as a joke.”

'Just like you know I don't like it when you cancel last-minute,' was what you wanted to say to him. But as disappointed as you were, you didn't want to get into an argument immediately after seeing him again. And it was easy enough to reschedule a dinner.

“Whatever. We can move dinner to tomorrow,” you shrugging as you conceded.

“I appreciate it,” he said, smiling.

“I guess if I'm not awake by the time you get back, I'll see you in the morning.”

Hisoka nodded, and you began to walk forward, passing him and heading to your room.

A thought occurred to you then, and you turned back.

“When was the last time you ate, Hisoka?”

He seemed caught slightly off-guard by the question, and he looked to the side as his brain tried to recall the last time he had done something as basic as making sure he ate.

“You can't even remember, can you?” you asked him.

“I'll have something when I get back,” he said, shrugging.

You sighed again. Adjusting the bags so you held both on one arm, you rummaged through as you walked back to him. Hisoka looked at you curiously as you held out an apple for him.

“Eat something, idiot.”

Hisoka chuckled.

“If you insist,” he replied, taking the apple.

“I always appreciate the way you take care of me, pet.”

“Yeah, but maybe one of these days you could start to take care of yourself. Kinda sad you need me to remind you to eat, of all things.”

“I can't help it. I like it when you dote on me.”

“Idiot.”

A slight blur of movement from the end of the hallway caught your attention. Someone was listening in, it seemed. Based off the slight bit of red you had seen, it was safe to assume it was Gido. Why he was listening to you and Hisoka you weren't sure. And it didn't seem that Hisoka had seemed to care; if you had noticed him, than Hisoka definitely knew he was there.

“Something wrong? I wouldn't want to keep you out here as well,” Hisoka said.

“... No, everything's fine. I just need to do one last thing.”

“Oh?”

“Since you're blowing me off for dinner, I want something from you.”

You knelt down on your knees and set the bags to the side before you moved in to place a kiss on Hisoka's lips, resting your hands on his chest. He had seemed rather surprised at first and didn't move. But when you began to pull away he reacted, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and pressing you harder against his lips. When you felt his tongue trying to force its way in you relented, opening your mouth and allowing him access. You weren't able to stop the groan that came out of you at the sensation of his tongue moving against your own, and to you it sounded like the noise echoed slightly in the empty hallway. Hisoka always made his kisses intense, and you were always left with flushed cheeks by the end of it.

When you pulled away again, he allowed it. His finger twirled a strand of your hair as he breathed “if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were using me to keep certain pests off your back.”

“Well, you have to be good for something, right?”

“Cheeky thing.”

You hummed as you stood back up, Hisoka trailing his hand down your arm as you did so, the sensation of his nails running along your skin giving you goosebumps. One glance back down that hallway and you could sense that there wasn't anyone there. Probably too awkward for even Gido to keep watching you two. Hisoka had already pulled out another playing card as you picked up the rest of the groceries.

“See you later, Hisoka.”

You began to walk away again, but when Hisoka called out your name, you paused and turned your head. There was a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Don't think you can rile me up and then get away with no consequences,” he told you.

“I don't know what you mean,” you said, feigning ignorance.

“Then I'll have to show you what I mean when I come back tonight.”

“It might have to wait until tomorrow; if you're coming back after midnight I'm going to be asleep. I'm not waiting up for you.”

“Trust me, pet,” he purred as he flung another card at the wall, “you won't be getting much sleep tonight.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the way he said it. It was hardly even that dirty, and he had certainly said much dirtier things to you before. But in a way that only he was able, Hisoka managed to leave you flustered and incapable of keeping eye contact with him. Turning your head away from him just made it worse, as he chuckled at your embarrassment.

“We'll see,” was all you could say.

It was a pretty weak response, and you were quick to head back to the room, trying not to walk away too quickly and show him how much of a hurry you were in to get out of that situation.

Despite all that, you couldn't help the slight feeling of anticipation from what he promised.

You'd probably end up waiting up for him after all.

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