#Incase it wasn’t obvious I want to see that boy go far. And because of that I’m going to have the upmost faith in him

[nyashykyunnie]

Hello hello can I request first date and first kiss with xiao and diluc? both of them need sum love, especially xiao his angst potential is too much QwQ anyway thank you have a great day!!

A/N: Hi Hi Chirumiii!! Tysm for the request </3!! And I really agree with u that these bbs need more love hnnn!! I hope u enjoy this hc:D Have a great day too hnnn!!

𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠, 𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 x 𝙶𝙽! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣: Fɪʀsᴛ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Kɪss

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I tell you, Xiao was very serious when it comes to this. Well, of course he is, this is for you after all. He doesn’t want your first date with him to be very...Disheartening.

The adeptus did his research thoroughly, he even went so far as to ask Verr Goldett for help.

She was very pleased seeing him like this, for once- He wasn’t thinking about his dark memories or his job. He was thinking of someone very dear to him, seeing him like this made her hear sigh in relief.

When she gave her suggestions, Xiao managed to come up with a good plan.

Xiao was very stiff in your date, appearing at some point nervous. His mind constantly trailed with thoughts like ‘Am I doing this right?’ ‘Are They Enjoying this?’ ‘Is this how mortals do it?’ ‘Am I missing on something?’

Give your boy a comforting pat in the back, it’ll really help him feel a little more assured. 

When you’re both walking, Xiao matches your pace. He’s not a beat slow or fast. He is with you and Xiao wants you to know that.

 Don’t expect him to be too into skinship, it seems...Too awkward for him and he’s afraid of exerting the wrong strength and might end up with you being hurt because of his carelessness.

However, if your eyes are very sharp- You’ll see him trying to reach for your hand but ends up retracting it and clenches his fist.

He wants to hold you, as close as you can possibly be- But the fear of just hurting you haunts him ceaselessly. 

But it’s alright, it doesn’t mean he wont hold you. He’ll eventually build up the confidence and he’ll softly take yours with his.  Xiao’s grip was firm, it’s obvious in his hold that he is someone who has fought numerous battles and wields his spear alone. Maybe his touch will feel a little sad no matter how loving and careful it is.

He wasn’t used to this, walking peacefully with someone beside him. It felt unreal.

Years of never-ending bloodbath, years of always being on high guard- It changed him drastically to the anguish he now suffers alone with.

Xiao was used to being able to not call someone his own, the walls around built up to the point he is trapped in the tight space of darkness of his own grief. Entangled by the karmic binds, forever cursed in the ways of always on the hunt- Xiao walks alone in a path he paved himself, nothing but suffering awaits him.

But when you came into his life? He felt like he wanted to lay down everything of him and just offer it all to you. His heart swore a silent oath to protect and love you in discreet ways.

Xiao takes you to Qingyun Peak and brings you further up the the floating island. He softly pushes your shoulders down to have you sit and he follows beside you.

“Wait a bit” He says, his amber eyes trailing off to the scenery ahead.

You look ahead to see the sky painted in amber and gold, the traces of the blue sky slowly disappearing as the sun takes it’s rest. Your eyes glistened, gsping at how stunning it was.

But Xiao’s eyes weren’t looking at where your gaze wanders, his orbs only looked towards you. 

To him, this sunset doesn’t compare to the beauty that is sitting beside right now. With you, the Golden Winged King didn’t feel like he lived in eons of slaughter. 

It was as if you broke down the walls around him and removed the binds that tortured him, you presence felt like it was the sun itself to him. Your ascension in his life gave him a new light.

You were his flame, without you, Xiao won’t have his light. Where you are, is his guide to peace.

“Xiao this is-” He cuts you off, immediately locking his lips with yours. 

His eyes carefully shut as he brings you in closer, softly circling around your waist and maybe pulling you to his lap. 

His lips were warm, it was soft and it nibbled on yours lovingly.

When he realized what he had done, Xiao immediately pulled out- his face burning to the point even his ears were pinkish.

“I-I” He fumbled in his words, not knowing what to say. “I-I! I!”

Xiao tripped, humiliation flooding him and now he wanted to bang his head somehwere. HE EVEN PULLED YOU TO HIS LAP, HOW DID HE JUST LOSE CONTROL NOW?!

“Xiao?”

“I-I...”

No doubt Xiao won’t be able to look at you straight in the eyes after his -ahem- fail in restraining himself

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Who would have thought that the Head Of The Ragnivndr, who tirelessly rejected the proposals of many wealthy nobles who offered their beautiful daughters- Would eventually fall for someone and ask them out on a date.

A date with Diluc will no doubt be very luxurious (Well duh, this man is a walking wallet). This man might even dress nice, probably in a suit. 

Diluc isn’t used to something like this so expect him to be a little awkward at some point. But he’ll make ways to make this outing for the both of you entertaining. No one wants a date that is just bland, right?

He’ll take you to the wonderful sight in Monstadt. But expect him to avoid going inside as much as he can, Diluc doesnt want to deal with his annoying step-brother after all. He wants to save himself from the Cryo user who will probably wont let him hear the end of it.

He want’s this date to be perfect, he made a lot of efforts for this after all. When was the last time he fully devoted himself to something that isn’t about work or his nightly Darknight Hero agendas?

Who knows, but he doesn’t care. All that matters now is that he will please you, the person who he is willing to give his all to. 

He was always blinded by work, he never batted an eye towards anything else. He wasn’t interested a tad bit in romance, he believed he didn’t need it. He just needs to do what he needs to do. No need for that.

But when you came? Boy did he want to open his own head and check how much water had gone in. Maybe he wanted to smack himself and say ‘So, love is insignificant?’

When he fell for you, his heart burned with to desire to be wanted. He wanted to get your attention. 

The peaceful walk with you felt unreal since he was too used to being in front of piled papers or a blade in hand to slice down. Something serene like this.... Just felt like omething that he’ll only experience inside a dream.

His crimson orbs will always wander to you. Looking at you makes him feel cozy and his heart roared out bbecause he just wants to protect you. 

If he’s confident enough, he’ll softly interlace his fingers with you. He’ll even rub his thumb at the back of yours to have you know that he’s there and he wont be leaving you anytime soon.

Well, in fact... Diluc doesn’t even want to leave you alone ever. He wants to keep you by his side if you also want to.

Moments like this, precious time spent like this, he’ll cherish it closely in his heart.

After all, this might be the last time he’ll get to experience something as soothing as this. 

“Close your eyes” He softly says and you obey him, Diluc then takes your hand and leads you softly.

His touch, full of adoration. He steps were slow and steady, he even has his hand at your back to catch you incase you trip. 

“You can open them now”

The moment your eyes opened, the night sky painted with stars took your breath away. The wind softly blew, brushing against your hair and your strands now softly flew against the breeze. 

Diluc smiled at how you bright your face was now, seeing you this radiant made him feel as if he had been granted a wish of a lifetime.

This is all he wants. He knows this moment will eventually fade into a distant memory that he will no longer be able to ever reach, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll hold this as close as it can. It will now become a piece of his heart.

“Did you enjoy?” He broke the silence between you both.

“Yeah!” You cheered, turning your face that glistened it delight towards him. “This is too stunning, I want to see this every night!”

“That won’t be too hard to grant, I’ll bring you here anyti-”

His words were cut off when you suddenly pounced on him, bringing your lips together.

Diluc frozen in his spot, his orbs blinking in utter disbelief on the sudden move you made. He gulped, unable to function but he eventually returned the affection you were giving him, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling it closer to his figure. 

His heart raced at the contact your lips made, he locked it in for a second before lovingly kissing you even deeper.

Under the moonlight, two souls have united. The wind blew a soft breeze, as if announcing the fuse of two who were made for eachother. 

A/N: Aiyaaa, I’m beat. I’m sleepy and tired, I still have homeworks to do tomorrow so I’m taking a rest now jasjsksg. Have a great day/night everyone! Hope you enjoy this headcanon! **IMMEDIATELY PASSES OUT AND SLEEPS**

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[1980s-robin]

Pinkie Promise

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Reader and Steve are inseparable, even through dangerous times. But despite nearly dying, there’s just three unspoken little words that burden their minds. 

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Stab wounds, mentions of blood, cussing, basically just canon-typical stuff, pretty sure I clarified the reader as a girl at least once 

Notes: So, I’ve been rewatching Stranger Things because… ya know… October. And I’m in my Steve feelings and decided ‘hey! let’s write a giant fanfic about him’ so here it is. And kids? It’s a big one. Enjoy! I’ve been working on it for weeks.

It was meant to be a calm summer, perhaps your last ever calm summer - the plan after graduation having been to spend a year working to pay for your college tuition, or at least as much of it as you possibly could. It was a good plan, but of course, you didn’t factor in a Russian conspiracy theory underneath the mall.

You waved a goodbye to your supervisor at The Gap, watching her finish locking up from behind you as you pretended you were walking to the exit of the mall like you had done every other day. “If you need to get back in, you have your key right?” She questioned, you nodding as you pulled it out of your ‘hiding place’ - which happened to just be your bra. 

Once you had seen her take her leave, you quickly turned back around and knocked four times on the locked entrance of the Scoops Ahoy, being greeted by the face of your new friend Robin.

“Hey! Is everyone gone?” She questioned, peeking her head out as she opened up the store enough to let you in but not make too much noise - just in case there was still someone out there. 

“I think so, my store is usually the last to finish closing.” You responded as you looked around the inside of the store and followed Robin back into the break room, pulling a chair over to the table. Typically, when you came here during your lunch break, you would take a seat across from Steve but the inclusion of Dustin put you directly in the middle of the table.

“Well, Y/N, you joined a little late.” You heard from beside you, turning your head to watch Dustin sitting dramatically, his finger pointing accusingly at you.

“The hell is he on about?” You questioned as you glanced over at Steve, who turned to look at you and coughed awkwardly. 

“Robin already figured out what the code said but uh…. I don’t really believe it’s right.” He said with an almost disappointed look on his face as Robin and Dustin moved to the exit so everyone could leave. The code was figured out as far as they were concerned.

You glanced at the board and read what it said, your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as you read the word but you shrugged and turned to face Steve. “If it is some sort of Russian code, I don’t see why they would say whatever it is they wanted directly.” You said as you moved over to the counter  climbing on top of it with the help of Steve.

As you slid onto the floor, your feet meeting the ground as gently as possible as to not hurt yourself, you watched Dustin nod in agreement with your statement. “She’s right, a top-secret Russian code wouldn’t be that obvious - it’s obviously coded.” He said.

“And I know my translation was right.” Robin added on, your head turning back to look at Steve for just a moment before you turned ahead again. 

As you listened absentmindedly to their conversation you sighed, almost relieved that you most likely didn’t have to deal with this anymore. “Well, whatever it is thankfully it’s far away from here.” 

Almost like a curse, the minute you turned back around Steve was kneeling in front of the mini-carousel ride and demanding a quarter. You had no idea why, you were just assuming he wanted to get on it or something - odd since he wasn’t five but… you weren’t one to judge him. 

As he finally got his quarter you watched with confusion written all over your face before you heard it, the song that you’d been hearing for the past few weeks but… then you realized why he was playing it. It seemed Dustin had the same thought as he pulled the recorder out, playing it for you all to hear the same song playing in both places.

You felt chills run down your spine, but as Robin reasoned that maybe they had the same type of horse in Russia you agreed - maybe because you wanted to believe it. 

But, Steve pointed out the name of the horse. Indiana Flyer. Why would they have an Indiana Flyer in Russia? The recording must’ve been coming from within the mall, and the thought of that horrified you. 

As you all walked out of the mall, you wanted to get away as quickly as possible, you followed Steve to his car since you lived close together - he typically drove you home. 

“Y/N?” You heard from beside you once you’d gotten in the passenger seat, everything seeming to go by in a blur since you hadn’t even noticed that he’d left the parking lot. “Are you okay?” Steve asked, watching as you finally turned to look at him.

“You want to go after the Russians, don’t you?” You asked, your head seemingly spinning from all the information that was being presented to you in that moment - it was a lot for you to process. 

“Well yeah, we can’t tell the police about it, they’ll think we’re pulling some kind of prank.” replied, as though it was common sense that he wanted to go after them - whoever they were.

“But Hopper he- he knows about all of the weird stuff going on, I’m sure he’d be understanding.” You reasoned, still not wanted to go through with this.

“Y/N… do YOU want to go after the Russians?” Steve finally asked, turning into the area of town with more houses, leaving behind the gas station that you both usually stopped at for drinks after a long day of work. 

“No I- It’s dangerous.” You said, but that excuse with nothing and you knew it.

“We’ve fought monsters before, I’m sure humans are a step down from that-” 

“Steve I- last time you almost died and I can’t-” You internally cringed at the memory of seeing him bloody and bruised, remembering him going out with nothing but a baseball bat and the terror on your face as you did everything you could to help. “I don’t want you to die.” you commented, glancing back down at your lap.

“That won’t happen again and… is me living really more important than like- maybe everyone in our town?” Steve questioned you as he glanced at you for a moment, mostly keeping his eyes on the road, though.

“They’re not you.” You mumbled, looking out of the window of the car, almost embarrassed at the clinginess you felt toward your best friend. All those years of watching Steve grow and change, feeling more than friendly things toward him and nearly crying every time he told you about a new girl and you’re just just attached at the hip as you always had been.

There wasn’t much time to think about this, though, as you felt Steve slide his hand into your own comfortingly, his other hand firmly on the steering wheel. “You can stay back if you want to, you know, I’d rather you not be in danger an-”

“No!” You rushed out, eyes wide as your head snapped to look at Steve. “If you’re going I’m going, you’re not getting yourself killed and leaving me behind.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, “So you’re implying we should die together?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation somewhat light-hearted as he pulled into the parking lot of his own home - about three down from yours. 

“I’m not implying anything, I’m saying that if this goes wrong and something happens I’m gonna be there.” You finally said, unbuckling your seatbelt before motioning ahead. “You want a sleepover or something? I’d love to braid your hair, Stevie.” You teased as you got out of the car, but even teasing felt wrong. You were absolutely terrified. 

“I want to walk you back, but since you’re so worried for me maybe you don’t want me walking back alone.” He retorted playfully, meeting you on the other side of the car.

You smacked his arm, “This is serious.” You said, walking toward your house with the boy practically at your heels. 

“I know, Y/N I know I just-” He stopped, not knowing exactly what it was that he wanted to say. “I’m scared too, you know, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” He said as you finally reluctantly turned back to look at him. “But we have to do this, someone has to, you know people are just going to think we’re being crazy because of Vietnam or something.” 

With a sigh, you nodded. “I know that, I just hate seeing you hurt. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You’re my best friend… I need you.” You said, feeling Steve link his arm with yours as you walked closer to your house, almost wishing you didn’t have to go in without Steve - just incase you never got to see him again.

You had noticed something stall in him at your words, maybe it was saying that you needed him - not that it was the only thing you wanted to say. But whatever it was that had given him pause wore off rather quickly as he composed himself. “I need you too, and I’m… I’m sorry to put you in this situation… again.” He said as you finally reached your door and turned to look at him - your worried expression instantly softening at his apologetic features.

“You shouldn’t have to apologize for wanting to help people Steve, I’m just being paranoid.” You brushed it off, moving your hand to fix a strand of his hair that was sticking up. 

Steve sighed and shook his head, “I understand that,”  He said, catching your wrist to keep some sort of contact - something that caused your stomach to flutter slightly. “But we will make it out of this, and everyone else will too. I promise.” He said, sticking out his pinkie for a pinkie promise - one of dozens you’d made with him.

You tried to fight back the smile on your face as you twisted your pinkie with his, “I trust you.” You finally responded, letting yourself smile. 

“Good, good, because you also just agreed to a sleepover when this is all over - I wanna see what you can do with my hair.” He teased, causing you to laugh. 

“Ok, ok, but if you hate it don’t cry.” You said with a smile. “Goodnight, Steve.” You finally said, rather softly, as you opened the door to your home. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He responded, walking down the sidewalk back to his house. There was a part of you that wanted to follow after him, ask him to stay with you or kiss him or something - it was almost always in the back of your head when he said goodnight. But you knew you couldn’t do that, so you just shut your front door and ran to the living room. Contrary to mocking annoyment at the idea of you not trusting him to walk down the sidewalk, you’d feel bad if you didn’t watch to make sure someone didn’t get him. 

Once you knew he had made it back home, you sighed and walked  to your bedroom, changing into what you typically slept in and slipped into bed. On a normal day, you might take a shower and watch a movie or something. But tonight you just wanted to go to bed, everything you had learned about the mall that day had just been too much.

The sound of your alarm clock startled you awake as you got out of bed, changing what you usually wore to work and turning to go outside. You were met, as you usually were, by the sight of Steve sitting in his car waiting for you to finish getting ready. 

“So, what are we doing today?” You asked him, sliding into the passenger seat and wrapping the seatbelt around you as you clicked it in place.

“I’m not sure, I’ll let you know if something happens but… I’ll just let you know.” Steve seemed to trail off, doing a U-Turn to turn back the way he had driven the previous night. For a moment it almost seemed like he didn’t want you involved, similar to how you didn’t particularly want him involved, but there you both were - directly in the middle of the Russian conspiracy theory. 

As you arrived at the mall, you left your bag in the car - again, as you usually did. Normally, you would be talking to Steve on the way in, but both of you seemed rather tense.

“It feels wrong going in here… I feel like we’re gonna be like-” You cut off, glancing around to make sure there was nobody that looked suspicious. “It feels like we might be… killed or something.” You finally said as you glanced over at Steve, walking into the mall with him, but a part of you wanted to turn around and never come back.

“It’ll be okay, they could have killed us last night probably if they thought we were on to them. I’m sure this is going to be fine.” He said, but he didn’t seem too assured. 

You nodded, though, because he really was right. The mall had your addresses from the checks being mailed home, if the Russians suspected that you knew something they could have had you killed already - and it made no sense to do something like that in a giant mall, especially when you lived so close together. 

“I’ll see you during our lunch break?” You questioned as you had reached Scoops Ahoy, Steve nodding in response. 

“Or earlier, if we find something and I have time to get you.” he responded, your heart almost dropping. 

“If you find something you need to get me, okay, or at least try- I don’t want you to get hurt I-” You were getting frantic again, keeping your voice down to not draw-awareness. 

“I will, but if something happens and you don’t see me during lunch promise you’ll come looking.” He said, watching as you nodded in response. You had to be realistic, something might happen and you might not be able to go together. “And you can’t pretend to be sick.” He said, as if reading a thought that may have crossed your mind.

“Alright.” You agreed reluctantly, waving a hello to Robin who you saw behind the counter and turning around, but for a moment something clicked in your brain. You might not see either of them for a while, if worse comes to worse. “Please stay safe, both of you.” You finally said as you turned back around, both of your close friends nodding before you walked to your job at The Gap.

The rest of the day you had basically spent most of the day folding clothes and answering customers questions, but your mind couldn’t help but wander. You were completely distant from everything that was going on, you couldn’t focus on anything. More than once you’d wanted to tell a customer to leave the mall, to never come back, because you felt like everyone was in danger at that moment. But you couldn’t. 

A while later, your lunch break started - as you walked over to Scoops Ahoy you noticed that neither Steve nor Robin were there, and you started to fear for the worst. 

It was a frantic scramble for the next few moments before you ran into someone, someone who grabbed your arms and pulled you in front of them.

“Hey-” 

“Steve? I th-”

“I know, I can explain, just come with me.” He said as he started guiding you over to a table. When you sat down, you noticed the people you were used to, at this point. Robin and Dustin, but you also noticed the inclusion of another new face. She looked familiar for a moment, before you placed that it was Erica Sinclair. 

“Why is-” You motioned to Erica, “Is she going to help us? What’s-” You were practically choking on your words, completely confused by what was going on as you felt Steve slide into the seat beside you. 

“We need someone to go through the vents to open the loading dock for us to get in, Dustin couldn’t fit and he thought he knew someone who could.” Robin explained, “And, she agreed in exchange for ice cream.” She added on.

You nodded along to what she said, wondering if it was a good idea to have her tagging along but knowing that if there was no other option there was no reason why the rest of you couldn’t just watch after her. 

The rest of the day was finished somewhat normally, with the looming knowledge that you would be getting into Russian equipment as soon as the mall closed. 

Ironically, you finished work early for the first time in a while. Your co-workers had been a little too diligent in making sure everything was stocked for the next day, granted, your supervisors had told you to be extra diligent for the next few days since it was the week of the holiday. While it meant that everything was going to be done sooner than it would have been otherwise, it also meant that you needed to break into Russian information sooner.

You quietly walked to where Scoops Ahoy was, you shouldn’t have been as paranoid as you were about going to see your friend who drove you home anyway - but with the given circumstances you felt like everything that you were doing was completely out of the ordinary. 

“You’re here early.” Robin commented from behind the counter as she jumped on top of the stand, sliding across it. 

“We finished early, I don’t think anyone else is still here though.” You said as you glanced around the empty mall. “Even if they are, I don’t think anyone’s going to notice us climbing on the roof.” 

It was only a few minutes later before Dustin, Robin, Steve and yourself departed for the rooftop outside of the loading deck - Erica moving for the vents that would allow you all to enter from that part of the building. 

As you laid on the rooftop, making sure to be as close to the roof as possible as to not draw any attention if there were to be someone who could be paying attention to any of you, you couldn’t help but feel like you shouldn’t be doing what you were doing.

There was just this feeling in your brain, this feeling that maybe this was wrong and that none of you should be involved. But, before you could allow your mind to wander too far with that idea the dock was open, and you were all climbing down the latter and walking quickly and quietly into the building before shutting the door behind you. 

It was eerie being inside of this part of the mall, surrounded by these boxes that you’d seen being walked through the mall and thought nothing of. Seeing them knowing that they were something else, something that could pose a threat to yourself and everyone else that you happened to know. 

You kneeled next to the boxes, watching as Steve opened one of them with a box cutter. You nearly jumped as you told Dustin to get back, but you did not expect him to tell you to get back. 

“If you die I die.” Dustin responded to Steve’s criticism, his firm tone seeming to surprise everyone - including you. 

“I agree with Dustin, if you die I die too.” You commented, high fiving Dustin above Steve’s head.

Steve seemed to blink for a moment, “Okay then.” He finally said, glancing between the both of you before twisting one of the tubes inside of the box and pulling it out.

You all stared in awe of the green, shining liquid-type thing inside of the jar that Steve was holding, having no clue what it could possibly be that he was holding.

Before you had the chance to tell him to put it down you all felt the room begin to move, only for a moment, before everyone started rushing to get the door opened. But the door didn’t seem to want to open. 

You let out a yell as you saw the walls begin to close in, and felt the room start shooting downwards. You fell over on top of one of the boxes, hitting your hip and most likely leaving a bruise. 

As soon as the room stopped, you slowly stood up. Of course, you quickly pieced together that what you were in wasn’t a room at all - but rather an elevator where the Russian’s happened to be keeping their things. Now, not only were you deep below the ground, but the doors to the elevator were completely covered over by a metal wall. 

As soon as you stood up, moving to stand with everyone else, you felt the need to collapse back onto the ground in some sort of defeat. “I didn’t think this was how we were going to die, of all the ways.” 

Steve kneeled in front of you, “We’re not gonna die, we just have to find a way out of here.” he tried to reassure you as he stood back up and started looking around for something. You assumed he was looking for some kind of emergency switch or exit, or maybe a way to get above the elevator in order to get out. 

But that kind of idea was quickly shot down, realizing that this might as well have been a metal box that you were all stuck in. There didn’t seem to be a way out.

“Maybe someone will come back in the morning, we could just…” You trailed off, making the motion of running your finger over your throat. 

“We are not going to kill whoever comes in here, Y/N.” Robin replied, a nearly disappointed look on her face at the way that your mind had instantly gone to that. 

“My point still stands, someone is probably going to come in here for whatever that green shit is tomorrow, if we hide I’m sure there will be a way to hold the door open. Better yet, maybe it’ll just go back up.” You said, feeling as if your brain was finally clicking into place. Most likely because this wasn’t the first time you were in a life or death situation, and truthfully it wasn’t the scariest either. 

“But what if they don’t come back for like… a week or something for another delivery.” Dustin added on, but you shook your head.

“That thing can’t just be sitting here, they’ve gotta do something with it I’m sure.” You said confidently. Maybe you weren’t too confident that someone was going to come back tomorrow, maybe someone wouldn’t be back for a few days, but you didn’t want to think about that. 

“In the meantime, though, we should try to find a way out in case whoever comes back tomorrow knows that we’re here.” Robin said, something that you couldn’t help but agree with.

It was about two hours before you had just given up, deciding that you most likely weren’t going to find a way out as everyone has scoured every inch of the elevator that you were stuck in. You gave the ‘Open Door’ button one last press before sliding back against the wall, a yawn escaping your lips as you leaned your head back. 

You felt someone beside you, and turned to find Steve sitting next to you, a defeated look on his face. “We’re not gonna die here,” You said. But you weren’t sure if you were saying it in an attempt to reassure yourself or to reassure Steve.

“Even if we do get out…” He trailed off, seemingly not wanting to think about what could happen next. “We were just supposed to come in here and leave. Not… get stuck down here.” He seemed frustrated and somewhat exhausted.

“We came down here to stop bad people from doing bad things, it just went a little wrong.” You said, wanting to bring some kind of hope into the discussion. But even before you didn’t have much hope that just the few of you could do much of anything, and now you’d all gotten stuck in an elevator.

“I didn’t want you down here with all the Russians, you know that right?” Steve asked, turning to look at you as you finally met his eyes. “I know you didn’t even want to be involved with this and if you get killed ‘cause of me-” 

“It’s not that I didn’t want to be involved, it’s that I didn’t want you to get hurt. It was never about me.” You said rather softly, watching his expression seemingly change for a moment as he got ready to do or say something - which one, you weren’t sure - but he seemed to stop himself when you let out another yawn.

“You can sleep, Y/N, I won’t let anything happen to you - I promise.” He said, sort of comfortingly as he wrapped an arm around you and let you rest your head gently on his shoulder.

“Goodnight Stevie.” You mumbled as you quickly fell asleep, the exhaustion from working and the stress of the day and the current situation being enough to effectively knock you out. 

It was only another few hours before you woke up at the feeling of movement, not really doing anything about it until you eventually heard the sound of a door opening. You were concealed by a box, and thankfully whoever had come in wouldn’t be able to see you. As you came to a bit more, you noticed Steve slide a box in between the doors that had opened to stop them from closing again. 

You followed everyone out of the room, “Nothing happened while you were asleep.” Dustin said from in front of you, your eyes moving over as you realized he was speaking to you. 

“Well, I figured, we were locked in a room - but I guess you never know.” You responded, quietly, as you walked down the hallway - your eyes practically running around the room as you made sure that there was nobody in there with you. 

It was a little while longer, everyone walking down corridors and you mostly being quiet out of fear that someone was going to hear you, that you would speak at the wrong time.

Eventually you reached what seemed to be some sort of communication room, but as you walked in you were face to face with a Russian Soldier. You froze for a minute, before searching for some sort of blunt object that you could use - for a moment considering throwing your shoes at the man. But Robin distracted him by reiterating the Russian code to him, and Steve seemed to think quick enough to knock the man out. 

“Good thinking,” You said as you turned to Robin - before your eyes began scanning the room. Finally, they found a door, and you walked with Robin to it, assuming that the others were following.

“Thanks,” She trailed off, seemingly distracted as she pushed open a door. You stood in shock of what you were staring at, the other three following you both into the room as Robin motions them in.

“Shit…” You trailed off, your brain connecting what you were looking at. Of course this had to be the reason that they were in a small town like Hawkins, seeing it before you made everything make perfect sense. Or, as much sense as a situation like this could possibly make to someone with a limited understanding of any of it. 

Quickly, you all made your way out of the room, looking for an escape before Erica noticed that the Russian soldier was no longer with Steve. By the time you’d all realized, though, it was too late. 

The only thing that you could do was run as fast as your feet could carry you, following after the other four. But you couldn’t be shocked that you were outnumbered, and try as you might to look for any type of exit it was obvious to you that there wasn’t going to be a safe exit - at least not for everyone.

You watched as Dustin and Erica quickly walked over to a vent, Steve pushing you toward them. “Go! It’ll be safer-”

“I can handle myself, Steve.” You replied back, urgently trying to get back over to the door with Robin. 

“It’s not about that, just go I don’t need you to di-”

“No! Not without you!” You finally yelled back, Steve seeming to stop for a moment before accepting that there wasn’t enough time to convince you to go with Dustin and Erica. You watched as they got away, knowing at that moment that your choice had been completely solidified. 

The next thing you knew, there was a swift punch to your face - the world going black, and all of the commotion surrounding you seeming to just fade away. 

You weren’t sure how long it was before you woke up again, but you seemed to come to your senses rather quickly. The room you were shoved into was rather small, almost like a mop closet but it was completely empty - a flickering fluorescent being your only form of light. There was no one with you, for a couple seconds, that is. 

Within a few moments of waking up a man walked into the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him as you turned to you with a smug expression.

“You put up quite a fight, you know.” the man commented, much to your dismay.

“I can’t… I don’t remember that.” You responded, which, again to your dismay, made him seem to laugh for just a moment as your confusion.

“No, you wouldn’t, we’ve already injected you with the serum we’re about to give your friends.” He said, glancing down at you for a moment, seemingly at your body. “Have you looked at yourself?” The commented, again, with a smug expression on his face.

It was then that you glanced down, multiple knife wounds on your body, blood covering the front of your shirt. “Wh-”

“The serum will stop the pain for a little while, but if you don’t start telling the truth soon…” He trailed off, moving closer to you and pressing down on the wound that you could only assume was a stab, though it felt as if it was covered by a bandage, “You’re going to regret it.” 

You watched as blood pooled around where he was pressing, but the serum was strong enough to make it only feel like an intense pressure, almost like getting a root canal at the dentist's office - you know something terrible is happening, but can only kind of feel it. 

At that moment you could only realize: he had mentioned your friends. “Where are they, where did you take them.” You grunted out, almost instinctively reaching for the man’s neck as he moved back.

“It wouldn’t matter if I told you, the way things are going - they’re not going to make it out of the day.” he responded, his thick Russian accent making his words harder to understand - but you understand perfectly clear what he was trying to say.

“If you don’t fucking tell me where they are I swear to God I will fucking bite you- I will bite your Adam’s Apple out you son of a-” That was enough to make the man swiftly slap you across the face, standing up and waling to the door. 

“If you don’t want the easy way… I guess I’ll just send in the doctor.” He said, walking out of the room and leaving you alone.

As you stood up to look for some way out, assuming there had to be a way, you narrowly dodged a vent falling from above you. “Dustin?!” You whisper-yelled, watching as he dropped from the vent and onto the ground.

“What the hell happened to you?” He asked, taking in your bloodied form. 

“I don’t remember- Where’s Steve?” You asked him, watching as he moved toward the door with what appeared to be a couple bobby pins he had gotten from Erica. 

“We’re going to get him right now,” He started as the door unlocked. “How is it that you got stabbed and your first question is ‘where’s Steve’?” Dustin questioned as he peeked his head out of the door way before motioning for you to follow him out. 

You followed Dustin out, feeling the familiar pressure of the stab wound on your waistline - now that you were standing, it was clear that it was somewhere on the far left part of your hip - thankfully far away from any important organs. 

As you walked through the long corridors, making sure to avoid any hubs of people, you found yourself passing by the very room that you last remembered being in - before being brought to another interrogation room. Dustin prodded a man in a lab coat with a large, electrified metal rod before you both made quick work of untying Steve and Robin.

Despite your current bloodied and wounded state, you still found yourself getting a lump in your throat seeing the injuries that Steve had sustained. 

“You’re going to be okay, we’re all going to be okay.” You said once you had finally gotten the ties done on his hands - resting a hand on the side of his cheek for a moment before turning to Dustin. “You know how to get out of here?” You questioned, watching as he nodded in response. “Alright then, good.” 

You ran after Dustin, making sure Robin and Steve were behind you both as you got into the cart, leaning your head against the wall as you sat across from Steve and Robin.

You tilted your head at their current state, before remembering the mention of a serum - one you were supposed to have had, but you just assumed it was why you couldn’t remember anything that happened to you; that and the fact that it was probably working overtime to numb the pain of your wound. 

For the first time, you pulled your shirt up slightly. Your suspicion was correct, they had put a bandage over the wound. But it was flimsy at best, leaving a large patch of blood on your hip where you had been bleeding through. 

You dropped your shirt quickly, shifting uncomfortably as you followed everyone into the elevator. Maybe it was how quickly it was moving, or maybe it was just the natural span of the drugs, but you felt your head begin to pound, and with it you felt the stab wound for the first time; a sharp pain coming through as you let out a groan.

“You’re not looking too good,” Dustin commented as you looked over toward him with a slight glare. 

“I’ll meet you back at the movie theater, just let me run and get a first aid kit.” You responded, once you’d finally gotten out of the elevator. It felt odd being in the movie theater, having just escaped from a Russian lab directly under where you were at the moment. 

As soon as you stepped out you quickly made your way to The Gap, knowing that there was a first aid kit kept in the back. You reached your hand into the side of your bra, pulling out the store key that you kept in there and sliding it into the lock - twisting it and making a painful bolt for the back of the store.

Letting out another loud groan, you grabbed the first aid kit and basically dropped onto the ground, leaning against the wall for support as you hiked your shirt up and removed the bandage.

It was a painful process, trying to clean up the blood and tightly wrap a bandage on in a timely manner - but you managed, with perhaps less than a dozen cuss words uttered. 

As soon as you were finished, you reached into the kit and pulled out a few advil’s, doing your best to swallow them without water before locking the kit back up and making your way back out of the store - but as you looked down at your clothing you sighed and grabbed a shirt and jacket, changing quickly before walking back out. Stealing was wrong, but in this case you knew you would raise some sort of suspicion if you ran out covered in blood. You locked the store back up and left  to go to the movie theater. 

You didn’t end up making it all the way back as you found the scoops troop gathered outside of the bathroom. “Wh-”

“Long story,” Dustin cut you off as you all noticed people beginning to pour out of the movie theater. “Let’s go.” He said, and you followed after him.

“What happened to you, Dustin mentioned something about getting stabbed?” Steve questioned, watching as you turned to look over at him.

“Well… I got stabbed.” You said, almost teasingly as you walked out of the movie theater area with them. “I can’t believe this worked.” You said, a small grin of relief covering your face as you made your way to the door of the mall - but before you did, your hopes were immediately dashed by the men checking identifications at the door. 

You ran quickly through the crowd of people, running anywhere that you could possibly run to hide from the people following after you - as you finally jumped behind the scoops ahoy counter you hugged your knees to your chest, slowing your breathing as best as you could as you scooted in next to Steve.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest as you heard the last voice exit the movie theater, your head quickly turning to face Steve. He slowly moved his hand to slide into yours, you weren’t sure if he was attempting to calm your fears or his own but you didn’t care because in that moment it helped you. 

There was so much you needed to say, so much you knew you were never going to say as you heard the men’s footsteps draw closer to the countertop. But then the car started going off, and after the loud noise of an automobile crash you popped your head up to see the men having been crushed by a car. 

As you glanced up, you saw the rest of the party on the ledge above, your face breaking out into a grin as you stood up. “We’re alive!” You said, rather enthusiastically as you turned to look at Steve. He didn’t seem to have much time to respond as you quickly pulled him into a tight hug, the grin never leaving your face as you pulled back to look at him. “I really thought we were gonna die for like… the second time tonight and I-”

You were cut off as you felt him lean in to quickly press his lips against yours in an urgent kiss. It didn’t take more than a couple seconds for you to pull him closer - even if it just lasted for a few moments.

“I’m sorry, I just realized I had some unfinished business while we were about to die.” He said as he finally pulled back, a small smile covering your lips as you looked at him. 

“That’s crazy, because I felt the exact same way.” You said in a rather playful manner, your conversation cut short as you hear someone clear their throat.

“If you two are finished making out, we have a situation at hand.” Dustin commented, watching as you both begrudgingly got out from behind the counter and joined the rest of the group. You seemed to tune out the conversation though, your eyes settling on El. She seemed uncomfortable, you assumed at first she must just be hurting from the wound you noticed on her leg, but it seemed to be much worse than you had suspected. 

As soon as El collapsed to the ground you followed after her, before you noticed that something in her leg was moving. You were all going to have to act fast to figure out how you could help her, and Jonathan seemed to be the one that had figured out how. 

You did your best to calm the poor girl down, but you knew that it wasn’t going to end up working.because there was no way that she was going to end up feeling better with the amount of pain that she was clearly in at the moment. 

It was difficult for you to watch when Jonathan brought back the knife, even more difficult when you watched as the poor girl got her leg sliced into, his hand going in to dig out the intruder in her leg. You leaned back a bit when she decided to do it herself, moments away from asking if there was anything you could do before she ended up getting the thing out of her leg and throwing it to the side.

When you looked up, you noted that there was three more people in the room with you all - maybe this would be easier with them here. Maybe.

As you stood up from your place on the floor, you made your way over to sit beside Robin. “Are you okay?” You questioned as you turned to look at her, but she didn’t seem to have a solid answer. 

There was so much going on, and part of you didn’t even know how to comprehend it even though this wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened. You did your best to listen to the plans that were being made, but you figured it would be easier to just wait and see what you were going to end up doing.

You found out much sooner than expected as you left in a car with Robin, Steve, Dustin and Erica only moments later to go find a way for Dustin to guide Hopper, Murray and Joyce through the mall. 

You quickly walked out of the mall, your eyes widening as you turned to look at Steve. “I accepted King Steve, not too sure I’m down with Daddy Steve.” You teased as you got into the car. 

As you did Steve sent you a playful glare, “You know you love it, who wouldn’t.” He responded back with a grin and a teasing kiss on your cheek as he started up the car.

Despite the urgency of the situation, Dustin seemed vehemently opposed to just giving Steve some normal directions to where he was being expected to drive you all, but maybe it was easier this way in some sense. Not that you were sure what sense that was, but perhaps it was easier for Dustin. Or, perhaps he just wanted to be difficult. 

You were rather calm, feeling the breeze in your hair despite the situation as you drove down the country roads. But what you weren’t expecting at all was the drive up a literal grassy hill. 

You let out a shocked yelp at the feeling of the grass under the car, and the feeling like the car was about to roll off of the hill. Thankfully it didn’t, but as the car cut out and you sat in shock you slowly realized that the car wasn’t going to work any further. 

You all got out of the car, walking up the hill and sitting down next to Dustin’s communication machine, watching as he attempted to get into contact with Suzie. 

“You know, maybe Suzie is asleep-” You started, but held your hands up defensively as Dustin sent a cold glare your way. 

You sat rather calmly in the grass for a little while, your eyes moving up to watch the stars before you turned to glance again at Steve. “You know, I did mean what I said earlier.” Steve said as he scooted over to sit closer to you.

“That you think I love calling you Daddy Steve?” You questioned with a tone of bewilderment in your voice as you stared at him. 

“What? No, I mean… when I thought that we were going to die I just- I realized that I um… I had some unfinished business because i uh-” He seemed to cut himself off, not really knowing what to say without being awkward. 

“I don’t know exactly what you’re trying to say but I’m pretty sure I feel the same way I mean I was literally stabbed and I was all like ‘oh god- but what about Steve’.” You said, more awkward than you intended.

“It’s true, she was asking about you when I rescued her.” Dustin said, you motioning to him.

“See? I just-” You cut yourself off as you glanced down, your eyes finding that of the mall. “You see that too, right?” You questioned. Steve turned where you were looking and his eyes widened. 

“Uh… guys?” He said, pointing to the mall. 

Dustin began to frantically try to contact the people in Starcourt, but when he did all that you heard was the sound of a monstrous roar that was absolutely not Mike Wheeler, or anyone else in that mall. 

You and Steve seemed to have the same idea as you shared a glance and stood from your place on the ground, running down the hill without saying anything before Dustin questioned where you were going. You didn’t know what you were going to be able to do, just you Steve and Robin weren’t going to be able to save everyone. But you would be damned if you didn’t try, at the very least. There had to be something you could do, even if it was the move of a martyr. 

You quickly got into the car, watching as Steve struggled to get it started before backing up down the hill. You were surprised that it ended up working, but glad that you would be able to have something that would, hopefully, get you all to the mall quicker than you would have been able to get there on foot. 

As Steve sped to the mall, you found yourself fruitlessly trying to find a way to look at it and see something, anything, that was going on there - maybe even someone from the mall having escaped. But you found nothing, no matter how hard you looked. 

“Are there any weapons or something in here?” 

“No! No there’s nothing here I checked on the way.” Robin responded, seemingly as stressed out about this as you were. 

Once you made it to the parking lot you saw a car trying to crash into your friends, trying to escape from the mall. You recognized the car to be Billy’s, which was odd since you had no idea why he could possibly be there. 

You hopped out of the now destroyed car you were in, looking around for somewhere to go before you heard someone yell to get in. You quickly got into the back of the van with everyone else, listening to the communication channels as you finally heard the voice you had been waiting to hear; honestly thinking that it was probably not real.

“Suzie is real…” You trailed off, letting out a laugh at the sound of her singing with Dustin on the communication channel. While it hardly seemed to be the right time or place, you were absolutely not going to let Dustin live that down the next time that you saw him.

You all made your way back to the mall when the commotion stopped, when it seemed like everything was over, to make sure that everyone was okay. But when you got there, you quickly learned that both Billy and Hopper didn’t survive the attack. 

You covered your mouth with your hand, feeling tears well in your eyes - maybe it was the stress, maybe it was because Hopper who you’d known was dead, or because of how El was going to feel after losing him. But you felt absolutely distraught at the news. Steve pulled you into his side, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before an EMT stopped in front of you. 

“Ma’am… you’re bleeding.” She said lightly, pointing to the wound on your hip. 

“Oh- Yeah I… um… long night would you-” 

She cut you off with an immediate nod, bringing you back to stitch up your wound. You insisted that you would be okay without going back to the hospital, and she very begrudgingly let you go so long as you weren’t going to be alone.

It was a rather short, and mainly silent, walk back home with Steve. As you stopped in front of your door, you turned to look at him. “Would you… um… come in?” You questioned, Steve nodding lightly as he followed you into your house and to your bedroom. 

Neither of you really had any interest in changing, the stress of the day being enough to make you not feel the need to change - you just wanted to lay down with Steve. 

As Steve laid down, pulling you under the covers as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, you felt him mumble something against your hair.

“What was that?” You questioned, your head moving up to look into his eyes.

“Earlier, I was trying to tell you that I love you and… thinking I was going to die without saying it… I was so scared.” he said, his eyes soft and genuine.

Your lips formed a smile, light, but all you could manage after the long day. “I love you too, Steve, I- I think I always have.” You said lightly, feeling him learn down slightly as you met him in the middle for a soft kiss. 

As you both pulled back you let out a sigh, “Does this count as our sleepover?” You asked playfully, Steve letting out a laugh as he shook his head.

“No, expect me over for dinner tomorrow night.” He said matter-of-factly as he looked at you.

“Fair… I don’t think I want to be alone for a little while anyway.” You said, a certain vulnerability showing that seemed to make Steve’s eyes soften.

“You never have to be alone, you know that right?” He asked, to which you nodded and pressed another soft kiss to his lips before resting your head once more. 

“Pinkie promise?” You asked softly, to which he held out his pinkie, your two fingers intertwining - a moment later just shifting to tangle your hands together. 

There were a lot of obvious reasons to fear staying in Hawkins, to resent the things that you were exposed to through the life that you had - nothing about it was normal. But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, because Steve was the only normalcy that you needed. You knew he would never leave, because for you both a pinkie promise meant forever.

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[taeslovehandles]

I never meant to target you and I'm sorry you felt that way. You properly tag everything and adhere to the "don't like, don't read" rule. I don't follow you nor you follow, because we simply don't vibe together and that's okay.

But there are posts that are on the more "innocent" side that do represent fat people as a joke and it's like they don't even realize it because it's something so well ingrained in our fatphobic society.

For example, all the characters are having fun except the fat one or referring to someone as "twice his size" (like... If they want to say he's huge, they should just say it, not imply that there's a "right size" for someone to be).

I don't think authors should censor themselves, just acknowledge the role they play in how fat characters are perceived by the community they write for.

-🍓

First of all, since you obviously haven’t blocked me, you could have come to me via direct message. This is not a topic that needs to be brought out into the public eye even more than it already is. I have worked with anons before, I would have been the last person to reveal who you are. You could have made a trash account to message me in dm’s, but since you didn’t, I will reply to you here.

I want to make one thing clear. This will be my last response on the topic. If you do not like me as a member of the community please use the block button and filter me out, because I will stay. I have many friends here, and know that many people enjoy my content. Just because a small handful of people don’t appreciate dark themes in fiction, the contents of which they can easily protect themselves from, won’t make me falter.

Now, I want to debunk this ask because your ‘apology’ actually made me very upset.

I know you don’t mean it when you say you are sorry because you’re backpedaling on what you’ve told your friends and it really rubs me the wrong way. You could have owned up to your mistakes and apologized sincerely like others had but you continue to play victim and excuse your behaviour with tales of your own trauma, projecting your own insecurities onto my blog and thus hating me.

I know for a fact that you despise my blog, especially my writing, because you do not like how “obviously skinny people write about weight gain.”

Honey.

I couldn’t be any further from skinny.

I don’t mind sharing my actual weight, which has actually gotten worse due to COVID. I weigh 490lbs. I am morbidly obese. I have always been morbidly obese. For you to come and be “nitpicky” about a genre you don’t even enjoy? Why are you even reading my fics then?

The way I write about obese people, their struggles with literally everything… that comes from real life experience. I write this to share embarrassing and exhausting daily life tasks I personally struggle with.

A skinny person would never write some of the stuff I do, because they simply don’t know. They don’t know how scary it is to hear the line “we are going to a restaurant.” They don’t know how scary it is to go into that new restaurant, scan the chairs and think “Shit, am I gonna fit? Is the chair gonna creak? Is there enough space for the next table? What if I won’t fit?” A thin person doesn’t have to think this way.

And, let me tell you something else. Yes, I agree. The world is fatphobic.

In one of my recent posts I talked about movies and shows where they make fun of fat people because I hate it. Because it is REAL LIFE. And I am all for the body positivity movement and I do believe that all bodies are beautiful, because they are.

You do not know me personally.

And that leads to my next point. If you personally have issues with the phrase “twice my size”, then that is on you. And guess what? I cannot count how often I’ve heard lines like that my whole life.

“Oh wow two people would fit in one of your pant legs.”

“Wow, you are so fat, I could use your pants as a tent.”

So trust me, I know. I KNOW. But anon, this is the important part for me. Everyone processes trauma differently.

Inked ch3? Or literally any story I have written with a fat character being forced, insulted and talked down to like they’re dumb? That’s what I have been living with my entire life. Most of these stories, some obviously more extreme than how I had experienced them since it’s fiction, have been recordings of trauma I have went through.

My own dad force fed me. Forced me to eat food and gain weight. My first boyfriend was a feeder that manipulated me into gaining more weight and took measurements. Called me pig names and abused me. Hit me, manipulated me into having s** with him and then let all of his fantasies out on me.

I don’t make this shit up. I hate my brain for being so twisted now, that I actually find it hot and arousing. It’s weird. I know, but that’s how it is.

I’ve also never had friends in school. Not even kindergarten. Why? Because my “fat incased body could spread like a virus.” I was being bullied like JK was in Pondus.

I had hot water thrown at me, got glue put on my seats and hair, had my hair ripped out and even got a cigarette burn mark on my arm. Just because I was fat. Just because of how my body was shaped.

I was strangled and locked into a small locker for a night. I was almost killed for running away from my abusive dad from his car and had to listen to things like, “You are going to die when you are 30. No one will ever love you and your body.” That I have trust issues now and am paranoid about everything and everyone.

Those dark stories. I use those dark stories to try to work through my trauma. And yes, it may be absurd to you. It may disgust you, what I write. But sadly, most of it? Most of it really happened to me. To me and other people I’ve talked to as a friend or seen online. Most of what I write will be dark because the human species is made up of terrible creatures.

Fatphobia is an important topic, and I am happy the media has been slowly getting better about it, that people accept us more. But my writing is how I work with my trauma. If I can make fictional characters feel the same things I had to feel, that makes me feel better.

And I’m not hurting anyone with it. So how is it wrong?

I do not support any of this behaviour in real life. I never bullied anyone, I always try to speak up for my friends and tell people if they are being assholes. Because I hate them too and it makes me angry when good people get shit when they do nothing but breathe.

And how @pudgecuddles already said. I don't need you to advocate for body positivity and all that shit when you go out of your way to bully someone that may have experienced the same shit you have. I do not know you or what you went through in your life, but I am sorry. I’m sorry you feel like my stories aren’t okay to write, but this is how I work on my trauma and I need you to respect that.

I’ve said this before. We don’t have to be friends, or even talk to each other.

Just be neutral.

Block me. Filter me out. Pretend I don't exist. But, whatever you do, don’t make posts that call me out while making it obvious you’re talking about me, with the cover that you are advocating against fatphobia. That’s got a name. Cyber-bullying.

Have you hurt me with those posts? Yes you have, but I’ve never wanted bad blood. As you may have noticed, it wasn’t me that made a post. It was my good friend. Because I told her how exhausting it was and she knew about the posts back then.

I have a good idea of who you are.

I remember you.

But I kept my mouth shut. Because this community is my home and the last thing I wanted was for the people who like both of our types of content to feel like they have to choose sides.

In the end, we all rub one out to fat gay boys in a band. No user is better than the rest, and if there are topics you do not enjoy, there is a button for it. No need to drag everyone into it with posts. It’s exhausting and irritating.

Now, I do not accept your apology because you lied to me and I also do not feel like you meant it sincerely knowing what I know now after reading some dm’s. But I also won’t sit here and start shit.

This is my last post about this.

Please block me and enjoy the content you do like.

Nonetheless, I hope you have a nice day and a lovely weekend. Whatever you are experiencing or going through, I hope it gets better. Because even if you hate me personally for creating content you do not support, I’d say that I am a really friendly and nice person.

I do not believe that anyone deserves to be bullied like that and talked down in official posts. It happened before with a friend of mine and you probably remember that I did speak up about it.... But apparently no one learned from it. I really hope this time you do.

Insult me and shit talk me all you want in dm’s, but don’t do it publicly. No one deserves that kind of hate or passive aggressiveness. No one. Since you sound like someone that went through a lot of shit too, you should know better. You should know how it feels to be bullied and what damage it can cause.

I’m already depressed enough and I have bad lows. Let me write my erotica and just enjoy it? That’s all I want? I am a part of this community just like you were. You leaving because you did not like my content, is not my problem. If you cannot block me or ignore it and go so far as to read them and then rant about them negatively, what do you want me to do? I won’t leave the scene just because you don’t like me.

So, you either trash talk me in dm’s from now on so that I do not see it, or you block me. The latter of which would be the more mature thing to do. The more humane thing to do. Because talking behind someone’s back is just as bad.

Again, I don’t know why you felt like it was necessary to send me an ask with lies in it when I got screenshot proof of something else you have said/issues with, so don’t backpedal on me. I know Hun. I know already.

At least stick to what you said and actually apologize or, if you can’t, just block me.

But this ask? This ask just upset me.

Have a nice day.

p.s: The fact that this even needs to be talked about is so absurd and ridiculous to me. The whole thing is a petty party in my eyes that isn't even worth anyone's time? Do people on here really not have any other issues right now or am I in the wrong movie?

#taeslovehandle asks #do not use this post to cause your own drama #this is me answering honestly. #the topic about this ends here. #please respect this <3

[jflemings]

baby, we bleed red and gold  | f.w

warnings: Possible grammer mistakes 

summary: The twins get a whiff of a plan that Draco and his buddies are hatching for the upcoming game and decide to get you involved in their plan to intimidate them. the tables turn and you get in the way of the serpents. Fred follows through with a promise. 

authors note: I’ve had this sitting in my drafts unfinished for a couple of weeks now so I’d thought I’d smash it out. Once again another Gryffindor!reader that plays quidditch, I can’t help myself. Next fic will be multi house, promise. 

Angelia had been absolutely kicking your asses in practice leading up to the match against Slytherin and to say you guys were prepared was a severe understatment. The atmosphere was unmatched when the lions and serpents went head to head; the age old rivalry sat thick in the air as the butterflies settled in the pit of your stomach and your hands clamped around your broom. 

Up and ready to go with Ange first in line leading the pack, the seven of you got ready to kick off. It had been raining all week and the smell of the pitch took over your senses as you took heavy breathes in through your nose in order to calm the zoo in your stomach. 

A flaming head of red hair came down to ear level with you on your right side.

“nervous, l/n? don’t be. Freddie and I have got your back, these serpents won’t lay a finger on your pretty little head” George’s tone was assuring but the smirk set on his lips told a different story. You had an overwhelming feeling that the twins were up to no good on this particular Friday night.  

“Georgie’s right. No one is gonna get to our precious little y/n as long as we’re around” 

you had to look up to make eye contact with the older twin, a grin gracing his pretty face and a simple wink thrown your way sent your heart into a frenzy. The hound in your rib cage couldn’t be ignored and neither could the whitening of your knuckles from holing the broom in your hands far too tight. 

George stands up straight to be eye level with his other half

“Heard Malfoy barking orders to his sorry excuse of a team” Fred’s eyebrow quirks and silently beckons his twin to continue.  

“Take out the twins he says” 

Fred snickers and knocks his twin with his right elbow “like that’s the easiest thing in the world” 

“I say we do something about it” 

There it is. that’s the plan, take down the opposing team one by one, in whatever way they can. 

Your head lifts and your ears perk as an idea comes flying through your head. The brothers are being rowdy and it somehow only grows your confidence and the bright idea cooking up.

“alright. I want in” the mischievous tone drips off your voice and the smirk gracing your lips can't be hidden when two hands mold to either shoulder and the pair are once again at your ear level and absolutely baffled at your statement. Sure, you got in with the twin’s pranks from time to time but you swore off foul play and mischief on the pitch; You were not about to risk the house cup for a laugh. When they don’t speak you continue.

“If the two of you keep Crabbe and Goyle distracted and off my back i’ll knock Pucey and Warrington around a bit to give dear old harry here enough time to catch the snitch” Your eyes were no longer fixated on the back of Angelia’s robes but instead giving side looks to the boys.

Angelia bounces on her feet and notates her neck back and forth before becoming completely still, almost like she’s trying to list the pros and cons of letting the three of you potentially sabotage your finale game. 

She takes a deep breath out. 

“If you three mess this up for us, you’re all benched for the first quarter of next season and if anyone asks I had zero involvement in this plan of yours” 

You share a sly grin with the twins and George stands up straight while twisting his broom in his hands while Fred lingers by your side, you can practically see the gears turning in his head.

His mouth comes closer to your ear “If Pucey and Warrington are giving you too much of a hard time, let me know and I’ll give ‘em a fright, yeah?” His honey brown eyes scan your face with a sincere look while searching for a reassuring answer. You know that even if you had told Fred that you can take care of yourself if it even looked like the boys were giving you a rough time he’d have them off their brooms faster than you would ever realise.

All you can do is nod before Angie let’s the team know it’s kick off time. You all fly to your positions and you give Fred and George a side glance and nod, getting two smirks in return.

Madam Hooch kicks off the game and it’s on. The quaffle is in your hands and Warrington is tailing you while trying to dodge the twins, with little success. Angelina comes into your view and quicker than your body can process, you’re passing the quaffle on and scoring. Lee’s voice comes over the microphone.

“Brilliant set up and goal from l/n and Johnson! Gryffindor takes the lead by 10 points” 

Angie looks over her shoulder and gives you a thumbs up before flying off ready to score again. That’s how the game goes for another fifteen minutes, you and angie scoring three times before Harry and Draco get the snitch in their sights. they’re flying down near the house stands and you easily spot Hermione, Ron and Ginny’s voices within the crowd of students. 

The sheer excitement and pride you’re feeling puts you in a momentary state of bliss before a beater’s bat is flying your way. You narrowly miss it and spot Marcus Flint sporting a sickening smirk.

“Maybe if your bite matched your bark, your team would actually have a good chance at winning tonight, y/n” Pucey laughed before following flint toward the hoops. 

This interaction meant little to nothing to you because everyone on that pitch and in the stands, including Pucey, knew damn well that you could take any one of the quidditch players at hogwarts one on one. But just because you weren’t bothered by the comment didn’t mean that someone else felt the same.

******

Fred knew how to keep his cool during games. After playing with his brothers since he could walk, he quickly figured out that you can’t always take your anger out on people flying on magic broomsticks a good 150 metres in the air. 

So when he watched Pucey make a snide remark about you he didn’t know how to handle the overflow of anger crossing through him other than to take a page out of George’s book and attempt (and almost succeed) to knock the slytherin boy off of his broom completely. 

The bludger sent flying towards one of the opposing chasers was anything but accidental and it was all George needed to know that it was time to show Malfoy and his team what taking down beaters actually looked like. 

Your thoughts were racing when George caught up by your side diverging bludgers away from you

“I told you your pretty little head wasn’t getting touched this game” The younger twin smirked while diverging a bludger. George followed you to the hoops and cheered you now when you scored, once again putting Gryffindor back in the lead. 

The game went on and on for another hour and a half; both teams going back and forth with no sign of mercy. 

Alicia and Katie were on a roll. Their technique was unmatched when it came to scoring double goals, you were lingering behind incase they needed you as a distraction or for a pass off but when Katie yet again scores for your team it is immediately known that the odds are once again in your favour. 

***** 

With the quaffle once again in your clutches and the hoops in your direct eyeline nothing was set to get in your way. Pucey was trailing behind you with taunts and smart ass comments trying to throw you off your game.

“C’mon y/n, you think that’s what it’s gonna take ta get rid of me?” You could barley hear him over the wind in your ears until he was right up beside you with Warrington now joining him on your left. You were cornered.

“now now boys, wouldn’t want to get in my way would you? it’s not gonna end well If you keep riding my tail like this” The ever prominent smirk on your face was matched with Lee’s voice playing over the microphone letting the crowd know of the current score.

The two boys stopped mid air after you flew away from them catching up with the twins.

“Malfoy’s idea to shake up the twins a bit. Let’s see if we an give them a scare and get one of their star chasers out of the way” Warrington’s eyes scanned the pitch and found his teammates equally malicious ones.

Adrian hesitated before getting Goyle’s attention. The younger beater flew over to his older teammates whilst simultaneously trying to focus on the important game at hand.

Adrian spoke harshly and hastily “Draco needs more time to catch the snitch. It’s time to do what we talked about.” Goyle understood immediately and got into position.

Unknowing of the plan the opposing team had been coming up with against yourself and your teammates you continued on as you would.  Making plays, avoiding bludgers and scoring. Fred and George were doing their best against Goyle and Crabbe but it was becoming obvious that Fred was becoming angry and his plays and hits were getting sloppy. His usual cool, confident demeanour had disappeared and it seemed the Goyle was successfully riling up the older twin. 

Your attention was now split between the game and the boy you fancied. Angelina could see this and ordered you and Alicia swap on the pitch, finally sending you off for a much needed break. Alicia had made it onto the pitch fine and was now in a solid position to help Angie and Katie in what would hopefully be the final play.

The wind had begun to pick up since the start of the game, blowing your robes and hair all over the place. You were too slow to notice the bludger flying at a great speed toward you with a weasley twin hot on it’s trail. 

A head of flaming red hair came into your view and a string of cursed seemed to follow. Fred was now positioned completely in front of you, his bat held high after a hit. 

“Can’t catch the snitch so you get your pathetic excuse of a team to do dirty work? Thats low, Malfoy.” Fred’s voice was booming and the anger basically seethed out of him, turning his face the same colour of his hair.

“Ya know, Malfoy if you didn’t spend so much time playing dirty and actually trained your team maybe you’d have a chance of beating Gryffindor” George cupped his mouth to make his voice echo all over the stands.

Your stomach bubbled with anger when Fred turned around to face you. 

“Angelina would have my head on a platter if she knew I encouraged you to get back out there. Have a rest, let the girls take over. Georgie and I have a bone to pick with Malfoy and his minions and we wouldn’t want you getting in the way of that.” His tone was comforting as he lightly took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger before flying off while swinging his bat. 

You watched bludgers intensely follow the Slytherin players from the players stands, the feeling of Fred’s hand still settling into your skin. He kept his word the remainder of the game. All the players, especially Warrington and Malfoy, got a fright once Fred left you in the stands and if it wasn’t for harry finally catching the snitch you’re certain he and his twin would’ve put the whole team in the hospital wing for at least a week. 

***** 

The game had finally ended after almost four hours of play. You were tired but proud of your team and their talent. Fred and George flew down to where you were now standing on the stands and gave you a big, sweaty, exhausted hug.

“You guys were amazing tonight! Slytherin didn’t see what hit them” you lazily joked, a lopsided smile now present on your face. George patted your head affectionately 

“Yeah well if it wasn’t for Freddie over here you probably would be in the hospital wing right about now.” George elbowed his brother and gave you both the biggest smile he could muster before mounting his broom to fly to his dorm. “I’m off to have a shower and hit the hay, being the best beater in Hogwarts has it’s toll on a man’s body ya know” a light yawn came from the boy’s mouth before he flew into the stars, the only thing you could see where his robes fluttering behind him. 

Fred’s right arm makes it’s way around your shoulders and you lean into his side while wrapping your arm around his waist 

“I don’t think you will ever fully understand just how much you mean to me, Freddie” you spoke softly 

“y/n you mean everything and more to me.” His tired gaze found it’s way to you “I told you i’d give those nutters a fright, didn’t I? was only returning the favour, really. Couldn’t let them misplace a hair on your head now could I?” He spoke a-matter-a-factly and your other arm wrapped around his middle, with him placing a delicate kiss to the top of your head 

“we bleed red and gold, baby. I’m always gonna have your back, on and off the pitch; I’m in it for the long haul” your head tiredly cuddled into his chest 

“In it for the long haul, ay? good ‘cause I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

#fred and george #fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #fred weasley #gryffindor #harry potter #harry potter fic #pegswrites

[blissfulparker]

In between the lines→Professor!Tom

Parings→professor!tom x reader

Summary→Your toms favorite student and wants to make you his TA. But what if the both of you also want a little more?

Warnings→CONTAINS SMUT!! so if you don't feel comfortable do not read. Teacher/student relationship, all characters are over 18!

A/n→ hi! so this is my first professor!tom fic, let me know how you guys like it! this is also one of my first fics where I go into detail with smut but not too much so like I said if you don't feel comfortable don't read! Let me know how you like it! also im extremely close to 8k thank you guys so much!!!!!

(Not my gif!!)

The desk creaked under you. You shifted for what felt like the millionth time in your seat as you listened to your professor speak. You typed the notes on the board as you listened to the british accent that faded in and out with your day dreams. Mr. Holland wasn't like other professors you had, he was young, probably the youngest professor you've ever seen.

You remember on the first day of school how he asked the class to ask him questions to get to know him. A few girls who thought they were cute for asking, asked about his age and if he had a girlfriend. He only laughed along-but was most likely uncomfortable-and told the class how he didn't have a girlfriend but his age was a secret. How he could be 25 or could be 56. Everyone knew though knew he was extremely young, some even thought that he had to have some sort of affair with a teacher to get a job here at such a young age.

“(Y/n) are you still with us?” His fingers snapped and you came out of your daydream. About forty kids between the age of 18-23 were staring at you. Some girls in the back snickered as he referred to you as your first name, something he rarely did.

“Yes.” You choke out feeling too embarrassed.

“Good, started to worry I was boring you too death.” He jokes pacing back and forth. The students chuckle and you hide deeper in your chair. “I’d like at least one of my students to excel.” He comments with a playful smirk. Some still laugh the others stare at you in envy knowing your intelligence.

He continued with the lesson until the end of the class. Looking at the clock as if he too needed somewhere to be.

“Do we have any questions?” he asked the class, his hands clasped together as he looks around the room and even locks eyes with you at one point. His eyes were soft, gentle but slightly sexy. “No? I guess i'll see everyone on thursday then.” he smiled and everyone was quick to pack their bags and either go home, work, or to their next class. “Essays will be in by friday, if you have questions my inbox for emails is open!” although no one cared enough to listen to his words, even though it was important, everyone was far too focused on their weekend plans.

“Mrs.(y/l/n) if I can see you for a second please?” He pushed himself away from his desk and walked around it. Waiting until all the students left to speak to you. He watches as the door slammed shut from the last student.

“I-I’m sorry for zoning out.” If he was going to call you out for your little daydream then why hadn’t he called out anyone else? You could name the people who had zoned out during his lesson. You could name all the times too. 

He chuckles before picking up his pen and flicking through his papers to find yours. Your essay you submitted two weeks ago. A day early because you always feared something would glitch. It was emailed twice which Tom thought was cute. You had carried an extra copy in your bag Incase he’d lost the one you’d given him. You always came prepared.

The one that caught his eye, you were gorgeous of course. To him at least. You were beautiful. But you also had a Artistic way of writing that spoke to him. Yeah he’s had students here and there where he’s looked at their work and thought how incredible they’ll be in the future but he knew you were already going to be something else.

“That’s not why you’re here.” He licks his fingers as he grabs your paper from the stack. “But thank you for calling yourself out.” His eyes flick to yours and then back to the paper.

“Then why am I here?” You adjusted your strap. It was the first day of spring, the weather was blissful and so you wore a pencil skirt and a cardigan, one only half buttoned up and didn’t leave much to the imagination. He couldn’t—he didn’t want to imagine all the boys who’ve touched you. Promised to love you and failed. Kissed you like they were starving but nothing more.

“This essay is the hardest essay for me to assign besides the spring final.” He explains and you fiddle with your fingers out of nerves. “I hardly ever have anyone get a B. I’ll be honest I feel terrible for assigning it but I have to do it. I always tell my students that all of them tried hard and the grade they got isn’t a reflection on how good or bad they write. And I grade honestly, I do, I don’t cheat students out or anything. Three years ago I got a boy who got a 82%.” He taps on your essay and you’re still confused as to why he’s having you stand here. “You got a 94%.” He places your paper in front of you. You’re proud of yourself, yes, but you’re still confused as to what he wants, a celebration? You to thank him? What did he want?

“You had a spelling error that marked you two points, you had a few sentences that repeated themselves, and capitalization got messy at the end.” He watches you as you look over your paper. Looking at the notes he’s left and the marks. There wasn’t a lot, not a lot at all. Just eight pages filled with tiny notes in sloppy red pen and a few marks at the end.

“Thank you?” You told him. Proud of yourself on the inside, you didn’t know how to express it on the out.

“How did you do it?” He asked to get up and come around the front. Taking the paper back from you he looked for answers.

“What do you mean-“ you started and he cut you off.

“How did you get the A? How did you write your paper? You’re smart, extremely smart. So what is such a smart girl doing in my class?” He asked and you felt yourself heat up.

“Just wanted something easy I guess.” You swallow hard as he comes over to the front again and stands in front of you.

“Easy?” He chuckles. “My class is easy for you?” He takes it as a joke but you don’t see much of what’s funny.

“I guess.” You shrug. You signed up for his class fearing it would be the hardest and it was, you just worked really hard to get the grade you desired.

“Do you know what grade you have in this class?” he asked you and you balance yourself on his desk, his scent was strong. Ocean breeze mixed with something else. Maybe you just now understood why girls fell so hard for him. You now had the front row view of him and could see the pool of honey that made up his eyes, the freckles that danced across his face, how his bottom lip pouted out more when he spoke. How when he gripped the desk a vein popped out of his arm.

“A-a 89%.” you swallow hard and he hums. He was all too intimidating. He was all too much.

“You're my best student you know,” he spoke in a lower voice. “I wanna offer you to be my TA next semester. You'll need practice on your writing more and brush up your analyzing skills but nothing I can't teach you, nothing you don't already know.” his hand too close to yours on the desk. He almost caresses it, almost lets your fingers touch yours. but that makes him creepy, if you didn't want it like he did then that makes him disgusting.

“A TA position?” you asked shocked and he presses his lips together and nods. He has your knees weak, you're melting and he knows it. He knows what he's doing and you can't tell if he wants you as much as you want him.

“Yes,” he moves his hand away slowly from yours as he drags himself back to his chair. He looks up at you and you can see deep behind his soft honey eyes there is something more he wants than you to be his TA. “think about it. Let me know your thoughts and if you have any questions feel free to ask. My office and email are opened all the time so let me know.” he looks at the essay in your hand that you stole back from him and you drop it knowing you cannot keep it.

“Thank you.” you swallow hard once again and hopes he doesn't notice your shaking hands and nervous body. You know you're going to take it, spending more time with the hottest professor and making yourself look good for your future was an obvious yes. You just didn't want to say it immediately in front of him, you wanted to tease him like he did you.

-

It was 7pm. Mr. Holland had no class right now and his words of his office being open at any time ran through your head. You wore the same outfit as you did earlier in his class, you didn't know how much it drove him crazy but it did. Finding his office was easy, but having to knock on the door and speak to him was the hardest part. You press your ear against the door to hear typing. He was in there so that was promising, you could see a faint light through the glass and a blurry outline of his face as he wore his glasses and looked up at his computer.

Two knocks was all it took, your fist hitting the door twice was all it took to hear the gentle sound of his voice telling you to come in. your fingers wrapped around the golden door knob and let yourself in. the sound of his quick typing stopped as he looked up to see you. So shy and innocent looking at the frame of his door.

“(Y/N), its lovely to see you again.” he sat up more and you cleared your throat as you shut the door behind you.

“I wanna take your offer. A-About the TA position.”you told him strongly but that confidence faded at the end. he has a little smirk forming on his face as he lowers his laptop to give yoy his full attention.

“That was quick.” he pushes his seat out and stands up. “But im glad.” he adjusted the watch on his wrist as he leaned against the front part of his desk. He crossed his feet and the two of you just stared at each other across the room, not knowing what to say or do next. You set your bag at his door assuming you'd be here a little while longer.

“Guess you can help me grade a few essays, get your practice in now.” he moves back over to the other side of his desk and pulls his chair out for you. You walk carefully over to it and take a seat, feeling the leather sink as you sit and the feeling of being in his chair is empowering, the feeling of him standing behind you makes you feel somethings stronger.

“I want you to pick up that pen and mark mistakes you see. Leave notes in the margin if you must but if you're not comfortable with that leave it to me.” he takes a deep breath in and you do as you are told. He still stands behind you as you read the essay. There were spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes here and there, poorly written but you only could assume that the poor kid who wrote it was doing it last minute at midnight. Probably didn’t even have time to edit. His breath hoever is so close to your neck as he hovers over you, you can almost taste the mint gum he chewed.

“He repeated a sentence twice.” you trip over your own words. You turn to look at him and he's staring hard at you. His eyes burn onto your shoulder as it's exposed.

“Then mark it.” he instructs and you blink a few times and he reaches over you to grab the pen but for some reason you grab his forearm to stop him. He’s a lot stronger than you think, alot. He snaps his eyes to you and stops chewing the gum he's been chewing on since the moment you got here.

His jaw clenches and your brain is screaming to let go of his arm, but you can't. You simply cannot let go of his arm and part of you thinks he doesn't want you to let go. He inches closer to your face, feeling the air of your breath as he moves closer to your lips.

“Let go.” he fixates on your lips, how dewy they are from the gloss you wore and how he wanted to press his against yours. You looked down at his arm and felt yourself burn in his chair.

‘Mr. Holland-'' you start but his lips crash into yours, he moves his hand to your waist and you let go finally. They're soft, he knows what he's doing as he moves against your lips. He goes to move both hands to your waist and gets you on the desk. Pushing the messy papers to the side he places you on the desk now holding your face as he kisses you harder, like he's trying to take in every moment of this, trying to remember all of this.

He pushes your legs apart which gives him easy access up your skirt. His hands rub up and down your thighs as he gets closer and closer to your core. Already feeling the heat that radiates off.

You however, you work on his tie. Trying to pull it undone and he chuckles as he feels you struggling. how smart yet clueless you can be about some things

“Like this darling.” just like that he pulls it off and leaves it on the floor going back to kiss you again. Your hands starts on his hair, tugging the perfect curls loose from its gel hold. Although he finds your sweet spot, kissing your neck just below your ear. Hearing your soft moans make him tighten in his pants even more. He wants to rub himself but you are the focus, he wants to watch you cum for him, you melt in front of him. He wants to ruin you for any other boy that tries to do the same.

He hikes up your skirt, having it bunch around at your waist and seeing what you wore underneath only turns him on more. Baby Blue lace underwear that hugged your body just perfectly. His eyes wide in shock as you didn't wear any shorts under, no spandex, nothing. You walked around all day wearing the lacy blue thong and could have exposed yourself at any moment but you didn't. He thought about all the times you wore a skirt to his class, all the different color underwear you could have worn and all the times you've sat there so innocently.

But right now he didn't want to stare, he wanted to take you all in and make you feel good.

“Mr. H-” you start to address but he shakes his head.

“Just Tom, darling.” he kissed the corner of your mouth and proceeded to undo his pants to feel you around him. He starts to pull himself out when he realizes he doesn't have a condom or anything on him. It truly wasn't like him to be like this at work anyways.

“I’m on the pill,” you breathe out, so desperate, so needy. your heavy breath against Tom's shoulder made him shudder. You were begging to have him inside you, begging for his touch. “Just, just try and pull out.” You moved back to look at him and he nodded.

He slid in slowly, throwing his head back as your nails dug into his back. Resting your head against his shoulder as he gently kissed your head.

When the two of you were comfortable enough he started going faster, making you only need him more, trying not to be too loud because you didn’t know who was around. Trying to not think of how wrong it was to be fucking your professor. Was this why he wanted you as a TA? Why he addressed you by your name in class? Made eye contact with you in lessons? All this for now? Built up tension and being so touched starved for one another. Maybe it had been awhile since someone good came around, someone who knew what they were doing. He was good, better than good, he made you want more, you’d almost be upset if there wasn’t going to be more.

His sweet, soft, yet so dirty words helped push you to your own orgasm. Calling you ‘baby’ and reminding you how right you are as he thrusted into you. Rough but sweet. Maybe he would be more sweet in the future, but you wanted him to tear you apart.

“Tell me you're close.” He grunted into your ear, lifting up your face to kiss you. Your eyes hooded in euphoria and you can barely find the words to respond.

“I-I’m close.” You cry. “I’m so close!”

He felt so good you almost had tears running down your cheeks. You hold onto his waist, knowing you’re going to leave scratch marks and maybe a bit of the blue nail polish you wore that chipped away against his skin.

His hand went to your clit, helping you to your orgasm making you moan loud, as you loudly as you could into him. Making sure you were still somewhat quiet though, he shut you up with his lips. Muffled your moan with his hungry kisses.

He pulled out after you, jerking himself onto your thigh, you wanted to help but your body was too weak to respond, something so simple completely destroyed you. Maybe it was only fifteen minutes but he made it feel like an eternity.

Grabbing a tissue from his desk he cleaned you up. Helped you get down and get back dressed, Moving some of the baby hairs from the thin layer of sweat your forehead had.

He dressed had dressed himself back up too, placing back on his tie and running his fingers through his hair to calm some of the curls you tugged on too hard.

He notices you’re still in a daze and comes over to kiss you softly on the corner of your mouth. He was caring, really caring and you could see it. You could see a lot more of him now.

“You alright?” His breathing is still hard as he asks you. His eyes go to the water bottle on his desk and offers it to you. You take it and drink as if you’ve been in the hot summer sun for too long. He chuckles as he adjusts his tie back up seeing how thirsty you were.

“I’m go-great.” You tell him nodding your head. He raises his eyebrows and nods as well, moving papers back into their order reminding himself to clean the desk tomorrow.

“Good.” He gives a lazy smirk as he stops his fiddling and comes over to fix the sleeve on your shirt. “So you’ll be in class tomorrow, we’ll do a simple review and then start taking a look on the final exam-“ he was cut off by your kiss, so egear and soft he tries so hard not to smile into it.

“Easy there, Princess.” He pets your cheek before dropping his hand.

“Don’t talk to me about class when we just fucked on your desk.” You told him and he smirked and kissed again. But he knew it was getting late and a student being in a teachers office for too long would make people suspicious already. He wanted to keep what he had with you, only if you wanted that too.

“Didn’t want to make things awkward.” He told you and you scoffed.

“If I wanted things awkward I would’ve stopped you after our first kiss, not our first orgasm.” You told him and he grew a smirk.

“Oh so it was real.” He’s cocky and you hit his shoulder. He looks over at the clock and sees it’s nearly 8. “You should get going, it’s a little strange when a student is walking out of a teacher’s office late.” He warns you and you nod knowing it’s best. You could only imagine what would happen if you two got caught.

“Right.” You flatten out your skirt and walk over to the front to pick up your bag. He watches your every move, watches as you bend to pick up the bag, watches as you adjust the necklace on your neck. He watches every movement.

“Hey,” he stops you and you turn around. Part of you wants to stay and another part wants to go home and think about what the fuck just happened. “Don’t say anything about this. Not to anyone. Not to your roommates, best friends, no one. If we want to continue your position as a TA we’ll have to keep this quiet.” He told you with almost worry in his eyes and you bite down on your lip and nod.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” You asked and he tapped his fingers on the desk. Nodding as he once again went to try and fix the hair that was messy.

“Of course.” He winks and you heat up again. “If you would like to meet in my office earlier to discuss the position for real then my doors are open.” He reminds you and you almost laugh in his face. That’s what you were supposed to do now but clearly things had a different path.

“I will keep that in mind, Tom.” You use his real name instead of professor. He’s the one that’s blushing under your words.

You open the door very small. Not giving much room to leave but once you’re out you quickly shut the door. Hearing it click and lock automatically as you left. The black paint of professor Holland stared back at you as once again you could see the faint light inside and him sitting at his desk. You turn on your heels, seeing how no one else is in the hall you make your way out. Making your way out was the easy part. But you didn’t know if seeing him again would be all as easy as you hoped.

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[bethansfandoms]

Could you please make a ✨SUPER SUPER DIPPED SOAKED IN VERY ANGSTY FEELINGS✨ wolfstar headcanon with warmy comfort and sweetness at the end? ;-; tenkyu

I want to apologise. This is literally not angsty. I’m so sorry I tried so hard and this prompt just sort of got away from me. I hope you like it anyway and feel free to send me another prompt if this didn’t fulfill your need for angst!

“I did it!” James announced, waltzing into the sixth year Gryffindor boys dormitory. “I asked Lily Evans to the ball!”

Remus glanced up from his book slightly. “Well, his hair is still the same colour and his body parts all seem in tact.”

Peter put on a look of deep thought, “and he’s still able to talk properly.”

“And he looks like a smug git,” Sirius added. “Merlin, she said yes?!”

James actually jumped up and down on the spot excitedly “she said yes!”

“As Friends?” Sirius asked.

“Fuck you Black! At least I asked someone!”

“I’ll have you know I did ask someone.”

Remus put his book down suddenly, “uh... you did?” He asked calmly.

“Marlene McKinnon.” Sirius said, smiling slightly.

“Oh. Guess it’s just you and me then Pete,” Remus said, smiling at Peter.

“Actually... Mary Macdonald asked me this morning.”

“Oh.” Remus put on an neutral expression. “Well, guess I’ll be going stag.” He smirked slightly at James.

“You could just ask someone Remus.” James suggested. “You’re a nice looking lad I’m sure any girl would have you.”

Yes but Remus didn’t want any girl. He wanted Sirius. And now he was going to the ball with Marlene. He’d been stupid to think the reason Sirius had put off asking anyone was because maybe he liked Remus back.

He was stupid to even think Sirius was into guys. He made some feeble excuse and left the dormitory. He didn’t want to be there anymore. His heart felt heavy and his eyes were glossy and he’d had enough.

Which idiot falls in love with their straight bestfriend.

Remus tried rally hard to not take it out on Sirius. It wasn’t his fault he was straight and wasn’t in love him. He knew he was being selfish by acting coldly towards him. But there was noticble tension between the two.

They’d often hug a lot or just be unnecessarily close. But now Remus was doing his very best to ignore Sirius completely. He was going to get over Sirius Black and if that meant not seeing him, so be it.

He stared at himself in the mirror, tugging at his navy blue dress robes. He pulled slightly at the scars on his face. He hated them. Infact, he hated the way he looked completely. He didn’t even have a date. Remus considered getting changed and just not going at all.

“You look good.” He spun and saw Sirius. Black dress robes with a red boe tie. Looking annoying gorgeous which was not helping this whole getting over him thing.

“Thanks.” He mumbled. He gave up on fixing his hair and decided just to follow Sirius down the stairs.

The girls were all waiting for them. James was practically drooling over Lily in her pale green dress. Mary’s was a pretty yellow. Dorcas was in a deep blue and Marlene in baby pink. Remus wouldn’t admit it as she took Sirius’s arm, but she looked good.

The evening was thoroughly unenjoyable for Remus. He sat at the table, watching his friends dance. He would do nothing of the sort.

Lily seemed to actually be really enjoying herself whilst being spun around by James and Remus couldn’t help but be a little happy for them.

The happiness, however, was greatly outweighed by the pang of jealousy every time he looked at Sirius and Marlene.

He wanted to be happy for Sirius he really did, they both seemed to be having a great time. He was, at this moment however, not in the mood for being humble.

“Hey, you looked a little lonely.” It was Dorcas. He smiled at her as she sat next to him. “You go alone too?”

“Obviously,” he said. It came out rather more blunt than he’d intended. “How come you haven’t got a date, Dorcas?”

She smiled. “Well, uh, I’m gay. So...”

“Oh okay. No one you wanted to ask though?”

She shrugged, “well, me and Marlene weren’t really ready for the school to know about us so decided to go separately.”

Remus nodded. And then did a double take. “Sorry, what? You and Marlene?”

She nodded.

“But... but her and Sirius?”

Marlene looked at him confused. “I’d assumed he’d told you? They were just going as friends. You know, because Sirius is gay too.”

Remus looked at her dumbfounded.

“He... he didn’t tell you?”

Remus shook his head. “Oh. Well, I knew Potter knew I’d just assumed... right, okay forget I said that.”

Forget? How was Remus meant to forget that? The song came to an end and Marlene and Sirius collapsed into their chairs, grinning.

“Remus! How’re you? Haven’t seen you dancing much.”

“Not much of a dancer.” Remus couldn’t really think clearly. Why wouldn’t Sirius just tell him they were going as friends?

“Right, well, come on! Up you get!” The tension between them seemed to have been forgotten as Sirius dragged him up to dance to the upbeat song Remus had never heard.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and Marlene were going as friends?” Remus asked over the music.

“Meadowes told you, did she?”

He nodded. “Oh. Yeah, well, her and Marlene weren’t really telling people so, didn’t think it was my place.”

“But... but you didn’t tell me about you either.”

“Oh for- I’m going to kill Dorcas.” He said, he was smiling though. “Yeah, well, surprise. I’m gay.” He said, attempting some awkward jazz hands. “Does it bother you?”

“What? No. No of course not. I... I sort of like them too. Guys, I mean.”

Sirius’s face lit up. “Oh. Oh, cool. Okay.” He sighed slightly. “I feel like such an idiot.”

“Why?”

“Because... well I love Marlene right, but I only really went with her because I didn’t have the balls to ask you.”

“What makes you think I’d have said yes?” Remus asked, smirking.

“Because you were jealous, when I told you. You’re so obvious. But I thought there was a chance you liked Marlene or something I don’t know.”

“I can confirm I’m not in love with Marlene.”

“Yes exactly. Which is why I feel like an idiot.” He huffed in frustration. “Slow dance with me?”

“Sirius this isn’t exactly the right sort of song for-”

“Oh I’m sure it’ll change any moment now. Get your arse over here.”

It was only when Remus was this close to him that he was able to notice the subtle traces of eyeliner around Sirius’s eyes. He decided he liked it very much.

“So,” they both said at the same time rather awkwardly before bursting into laughter.

“You wanted to ask me to the ball, huh?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sirius had been right, the song had been almost over and a much slower one had taken its place. James and lily had remained dancing, now holding one another and Mary had accepted Peters request to dance, leaving him looking rather flustered.

“I’m happy for them,” Sirius said, looking at Lily and James. “Took bloody long enough.”

“I liked you since third year,” Remus blurted our rather suddenly. “So I guess I’m not really in a position to comment.”

“Third year? Really?” Sirius smiled at him. “Well now I really do feel like an idiot for not doing anything. Fourth year for me I’m afraid. Probably your growth spirt that did it.”

“Well I’m glad I didn’t wait around for that to happen for you.”

Sirius laughed harshly and pouted.

Renus groaned slightly, “I’d kiss you if I could.”

Sirius shrugged. “Do it. I mean we’re already slow dancing and I’m pretty sure the rumours have been existent for some time. Fuck what other people think, right?”

Remus debated it for a moment and grinned before taking the lapels of Sirius’s dress robes and kissing him.

It was slow and somewhat uncoordinated and they were smiling a bit too much. In Remus’s opinion it also ended far to quickly and he stuck his bottom lip out as Sirius pulled away.

“Better to leave them wanting more, right?” He said beaming.

Remus rolled his eyes. “You think anyone saw?”

James and Lily hadn’t, they were still spinning slowly on the spot. Marlene and Dorcas most certainly had. And Remus was pretty certain McGonagall, who’d been talking to them, was concealing a smile which was a rather uncommon look for her.

“Just incase they didn’t?” Sirius said before kissing him again. For longer this time. He only pulled away when he thought that any moment now he wouldn���t be able to stop.

Evidently James and Lily has seen that one as they were gawking at them slightly and giggling.

“You’re a terrible dancer,” Sirius muttered.

“Oh, stop,” Remus said rolling his eyes yet again. “I’m blushing.”

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[randomly-a-fan]

Father and Son-wise Camping Trip Pt. 2

First Part: [Link]

Pennywise rushed right into the Voorhees House just as the rain was falling harder. “Th-thanks J-Jay!” Pennywise said as he was shivering; being the most wet. Archie cling very close to his dad for better warmth. Jason allows Pennywise and Archie to sit on the sofa, even though they’re dripping wet.

Jason walked over to the bathroom door where MJ was giving Malon a bath, he knocked before he enters. “Hey honey, are the windows and doors secure?” MJ asked with a smile. Jason nodded before he grabbed a couple of towels. MJ was curious; she could easily understand that Jason would need it after being out in the rain, but why two?

Jason went back out to give Pennywise and Archie their towels. “May I have a glass of water Mr. Voorhees?” Archie asked as he was being dried off by his dad. Jason nodded as he needed to go over to the kitchen anyway to give MJ the note. But as he was writing the note, MJ came out from the bathroom to get Malon’s pajamas in her room. Then she noticed Pennywise. “Penny! What are you doing here?” MJ asked angrily. Jason dropped a glass of water and rushed over to his wife to calm her down. MJ stared at her husband in confusion. “Did you invite them in?” MJ asked in shock. Jason wished he could explain verbally so MJ wouldn’t jump in conclusions and be mad. Luckily Pennywise came to ease the situation. “Go easy on the big guy, he only did it because me and my son were suffering... We were heading for home due to lack of food until it started to rain... If it weren’t for Jason, my Archie would’ve gotten the case of pneumonia...” MJ nodded as she understands, so she patted Jason’s back with a fond smile. “I appreciate what you did there Jason...” Then she turned to Pennywise, “…but you and Archie can’t stay here. You’re going to have to call your wife and tell her to pick you up.” MJ said. “I wasn’t planning on staying anyway, so if you could possibly let me borrow your phone...” Pennywise replied before MJ allows him to use their phone.

While Pennywise tries to call Aquarius, MJ went into Malon’s bedroom and picked out her pajamas and walked back into the bathroom.

MJ helped Malon out of the tub and dried her up, then she had to tell her daughter about the unwanted guest. “Malon... I know how you’re going to react when I tell you who is here, but I want to inform you that they’re not staying for the night.” MJ explained. “Who is it?” Malon asked with a smile. “You might want to relax your face, because the unwanted guest is Pennywise... and Archie too, which is good.” MJ answered. “PENNYWISE--” “Shh...” MJ covered Malon’s mouth to quiet her, incase Pennywise hears her. “Pennywise and Archie’s tent went down as they were heading for home, until the storm started. Your dad took them in so Pennywise can call home. He’ll be gone by bedtime.” MJ reassured her daughter. Malon still didn’t like the idea of Pennywise being here; ever since he tried to kill her when he first met her, then enslaved her mom, and then kidnapped her in the middle of the night. However, like her mother, she does have a sweet kind heart and decided to give him a fair chance. Only, she’s still going to be far away from him as possible.

A little while later, MJ and Malon came out from the bathroom to meet with the guest. Malon to be the most scared, she stayed behind her mom. “Hi Malon...” Archie greeted with a smile. Malon was going to walk over to him to give him a hug, but Archie was close to his dad so she backed away again. “Did you get a hold of Star?” MJ asked Pennywise. “She didn’t pick up, she must be out with her obnoxious cousin of hers.” Pennywise explained. Then he noticed Malon, he smiled and kneeled down to her level. “Hello Malon...” Hearing Pennywise’s greeting brings a dark cloud in her memory by all the bad things he did to her. She screamed and ran to her dad bawling. Jason picked her up to comfort her. “Malon, we’ve discussed this in the bathroom, remember?” MJ reminded. “That’s okay... I’m used to her behavior, it’s what makes her fear so delicious.” Pennywise said as he petted Malon’s back. Hearing Malon whimpering no over and over in Jason’s ear made him want to snap at Pennywise. “Don’t you touch her!” Jason scolded in his head, giving him the threatening look. “Sorry big boy, I was only trying to comfort your daughter.” Pennywise said with a chuckle. “The way to comfort Malon is by staying away from her.” MJ suggested. Pennywise turned to face MJ. “Why do you hate me that much?” Pennywise asked. MJ raised an eyebrow; isn’t it obvious why she hated him? Because of what he asked, she doesn’t know how to answer. 

***

After a brief silence, MJ was setting the table for dinner, unfortunately there’s not enough mac and cheese for everybody, so MJ gave up her share and just has a salad. Jason noticed how MJ is not happy with what she was left with; he couldn’t blame her, she’s never that big on salad unless she has something with it. So Jason offered to give her his, since he doesn’t really care about eating since he’s an undead being, so he can’t starve. “Thank you Jason, but you don’t have to.” MJ thanked. Jason wrote a quick note on a napkin. “I know, but I want to <3″ Jason was going to give MJ a kiss, but she didn’t want to be kissed in front of Pennywise. Jason respects her wishes, but he didn’t want his lips being unused, so he just kissed her hand; which was just as sweet. 

Archie turned towards his dad who was eating like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Dad... Don’t you think you should say something important to MJ? After all, she did gave up her share of Mac & Cheese.” Archie reminded. “Yeah, but saw how Jason gave up his Macs...” Pennywise replied. Archie gave him the look again. “I think your son wanted you to thank my mom for giving you some of her shares.” Malon explained, before she was told by her dad with his finger to stay quiet. Pennywise sighed before he spoke. “...Thanks... I guess... for the food...” Pennywise thanked, even though to him it was disgusting. MJ nodded with a smile as she wasn’t going to respond.

*** 

While MJ puts the plates in the sink, Pennywise wanted to ask Malon a question. “Malon, I know you’re scared of me because I’m The Eater of Worlds, but why aren’t you afraid of your own dad, I mean look at him...” Pennywise point out, Jason shook his head as he made an annoyed sigh before he got up to help his wife in the kitchen. “Why should I be afraid of a being that saved my life from being left out in the storm in a basket?” Malon asked. “My daddy found me when I was a baby, since my mother was--” “OH, that reminds me!” Pennywise cut off as he turned to his son. “Son, I thought maybe this would be a good time for you and I to have--” “Whoa dad, if I’m thinking what you’re thinking, at least take me out to the movies first... Now you know what it’s like to be cut off.” Archie snapped as he cut his dad off, just to give him the taste of his own medicine. Before Pennywise could respond, Archie turned to MJ. “Mrs. Voorhees, mind if I go to the bathroom?” Archie asked as he got off his chair. After MJ nodded, Archie rushed over to the bathroom. 

Pennywise sighed in grief as Jason watched over from a distance. Jason can see that Pennywise was upset about something and thought that maybe it be a good idea for him and Pennywise to have a private conversation, so he gestures Pennywise to join him in the bedroom. Pennywise sensed that Jason wanted to have a private conversation, so he decided to explain things to him. 

***

After Archie finishes in the bathroom, he decided to get his game boy from his sack, which was located by the door where his dad was talking to Jason. He didn’t want to eavesdrop so he just took his game out, then he heard something that got him wanting to find out what his dad is talking about. “Archie, what are you--” “Shh...” Archie shushed quickly, since he wanted to hear the conversation. “Me and my wife were trying to get pregnant for years while Archie is still young... and finally, we’re expecting a baby... I wanted to tell our son the news, but we don’t know how to put it in on Archie... Especially when I’ve been longing for a child that actually has a clown demon powers, since my son was more human...” Pennywise explained. Archie was shocked and puzzled that he dropped his game boy. Archie rushed over to the bathroom with depression. “Archie, what’s the matter? Archie!” Malon rushed over to the bathroom to see what was wrong with him. 

Meanwhile, Pennywise went on with the discussion. “...I want what’s right for my son, having someone to play with, become a great influence to our future youngling. Me and Aquarius usually find that Archie can sometimes feel left out with no one to play with. Which is the main reason why we wanted a second child.” Pennywise explained. Jason smiled and patted his back. “Just tell him, I think he’s going to be so excited. I know I would if I have siblings.” Jason suggested in his head. Pennywise nodded with a smile and got up. “Thanks for listening Jay.” Pennywise thanked.

***

When Pennywise gained composure, he went out to find his son. “Archie?” Pennywise called out, “Archie’s in the bathroom... I think something’s wrong.” Malon said. “Is he sick?” Pennywise knocked on the door. “Son, are you alright?” Pennywise asked from the other side of the door. He didn’t hear any response, nor anything except the wind blowing into the bathroom. Pennywise took a peak inside the bathroom and saw that the bathroom was empty and the window was open. “What that-- ARCHIE.” Pennywise yelled. MJ and Jason rushed over. “Penny what’s wrong?” MJ asked. “Archie’s gone... I think he escaped out the window!” Pennywise panicked. “Why would he run away? you didn’t do anything to him.” MJ asked. Then Malon spoke. “I think I know what happened; he heard you talking to my dad about something and then teared up after hearing whatever it was that upsets him.” Malon theorized. “Ah no... He probably heard me talking about the new baby in the family.” Pennywise realized out loud. “A new baby?” Malon said in excitement. “Malon, I may be a baby lover, but now isn’t the time to talk about it, we have to worry about Archie; he might get sick if he stays out there for too long.” MJ said to her daughter and to the men. 

Jason puts on his rain gear and grabbed his machete and oil lamp with Pennywise coming from behind. MJ and Malon looked at each other worriedly. Then the phone rang. MJ quickly answered the phone. “Hello...” It was Aquarius. “Oh hi MJ, I received my husband’s message, saying that they were heading for home until the storm started so they have no where to stay; I’m on my way to with my cousin to pick them up. Where’s Pennywise?” Aquarius asked. MJ sweated a bit, but she knew that she needed to know the truth. “Pennywise went out with my husband.” MJ answered. “Out in a storm? Well may I speak to Archie; I wanted to tell him the big news.” Aquarius requested. MJ knew that she’s going to be stuck in the middle when she explains to Archie’s mom about the mishap between the father and son-wise.

To be Continued

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[smegdwarf]

But Who Could Love Me? (Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 5

A/N: Chapter 6 should be up soon! :)

Warnings: none really just the usual fluff!

Summary: Basically giving Rimmer the love he deserves :P

“I know you’re not particularly fond of him but we should say hello?” You spoke softly as Rimmer slowly looked up at you.

“That’s one way of putting it” Rimmer groaned, refusing to move.

“Come on, the quicker we go, the quicker it’s over with” You smiled sweetly as you held out your hands for him, gently pulling him up as he held them in his.

“Why are you making me do this?” Rimmer asked as you reached the lift.

“Because it’s the polite thing to do!” You smiled as you hit the buttons on the inside before saying where you were going “Landing bay please!”

“You know who you’re talking to right?” A small smirk appeared on Rimmers face as he spoke.

“Oh I know, the smegger that is Arnold Judas Rimmer! ...but lucky for him I love him!” You replied as you turned to face him.

“You love me?” Rimmer looked at you stunned, despite the sneaking around and kissing each other at every given opportunity he’d never actually heard you say those words, he’d never heard anyone say those words to him ...not even his parents.

“Well I thought it was obvious” You laughed softly, gently cupping his face in your hands.

“No one has ever told me they love me” Rimmer’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“I love you Arnie” You smiled sweetly, standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss to his lips feeling him smile beneath.

You didn’t expect him to respond, you definitely didn’t expect him to say the words back, not yet anyway but you knew eventually when he was ready he would. As he stood in front you fidgeting and unable to stay still you knew he was worrying about it.

“Hey, you don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready too” You spoke softly, placing one last kiss to his lips as the lift doors opened “Lets get this over with”

As you walked down the corridor towards the landing bay you couldn’t help but notice Rimmer’s hand brushing against yours, his fingers subtly trying to entwine with yours, making your heart flutter as you surrendered hopelessly to the smile forming on your face. Rimmer knew that even if he couldn’t say the words, there were other ways he could show you until then, just like when he protected you earlier when the dwarf was under attack.

Just as you reached the last turn for the landing bay you felt Rimmer’s hand slowly yet reluctantly fall from yours, running his thumb across the back of your hand before letting go. Upon entering the landing bay you were almost blinded by the glare bouncing off the shiny spacesuit that was being worn by the one and only Ace Rimmer.

“There he is, how you doing Arn?” Ace grinned as Rimmer practically shut down next you.

“I’ve been better” Rimmer groaned as you nudged him gently.

“Cheer up” You whispered as Rimmer’s lips started to curl slightly.

“And who’s the lovely lady?” Ace picked up your hand as he spoke, leaning down to place a kiss but changing his mind as Rimmer scowled at him “What’s your name?”

“Y/N! I’ve heard a lot about you” You smiled, trying to be polite to Ace and keep Rimmer calm at the same time was going to be a struggle.

“Well depending on who you heard it from, all good I hope” Ace chuckled as you heard a low grumble from Rimmer who was purposely trying to keep Ace away from you.

“Rimmer, you ok man?” Lister asked.

“I’m fine” Rimmer mumbled, he was far from fine and his mind was in overdrive.

“So Arnie, been up to anything?” Ace asked, trying to fill the awkward silence that was starting to brew.

“Of course not” Rimmer refused to look at Ace:

“Hey you saved Cat and Lister from that Gelf ship?” You smiled giving him another nudge.

“No he didn’t” Lister sniggered.

“Lister shut up!” You spoke sternly.

“Alright I’m sorry” Lister threw his hands up.

“You’ve kept this rust bucket going somehow” You smiled at Rimmer who’s eyes were glued to floor and who’s mind was on another planet.

“Yeah after he fried the crew” Lister mumbled.

“LISTER!” You shouted as Rimmer walked out.

“I think that’s enough skipper” Ace looked at Lister as he spoke before turning to you “Shall we go for a walk?”

“Erm sure” You replied confused as you made your way back down the corridor you had just walked down hand in hand with Rimmer.

Once you had got far enough away from the others Ace looked back behind him before talking to you.

“I see Arnie finally got a break” Ace smirked as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?” You didn’t not like Ace but you could understand why Rimmer wasn’t fond of him.

“You and Arn have something going on” Ace spoke quietly incase of any eavesdroppers.

“How did you know?” You stared at him in panic.

“I could tell as soon as you walked in and what with the way Arnie was almost standing between us” Ace explained “I’m surprised the others haven’t figured it out”

“Well Kryten’s a mech and I don’t think his Mech Dev has covered that yet and as for Lister and Cat, they share a brain cell between them” You laughed a little “Well a brain cell they probably borrowed from Krytes”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that” Ace chuckled.

“I better go find Rimmer and make sure he’s ok” You sighed.

“You really do care about him” Ace grinned as your cheeks blushed and your eyes fell to the floor “He’s lucky!”

“I think I’m the lucky one Ace” You smiled as Ace gave you a ‘don’t be daft’ look.

Assuming Rimmer would be at his normal spot on the observation dome, you were completely startled as you walked past your quarters hearing rustling from inside.

“Holly can you open the door please?” You asked as the door opened swiftly “Hey what are you doing in here?”

There he was, sitting in your bunk reading one of your books and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Sorry I just wanted to go somewhere quiet where I wouldn’t be bothered” Rimmer panicked slightly.

“Arnie it’s fine, don’t worry” You smiled as you walked in with Ace following behind you.

“What do you want?” And with that Rimmer’s sour mood had returned.

“He just wanted to make sure you’re ok” You explained as you sat down next to Rimmer “Ace knows by the way”

“Knows about what?” Rimmer’s nostrils flared as he spoke.

“About us” You tried to remain calm but you could feel the tension radiating from him sitting next to you.

“You told Ace?” Rimmer almost looked heartbroken as if you had broken a promise.

“Hey don’t take your anger out on Y/N? It’s me you’ve got a problem with” Ace replied firmly and calmly, not that it was in Rimmer’s nature to fist fight.

“He figured it out” You sighed “and he’s not going to tell anyone ...right Ace?”

“If that’s what you want?” Ace kept his distance “Y/N do you mind if I have word alone with Arnie?”

“Sure” You smiled as you got up to leave, a look of worry in Rimmer’s eyes as he thought about the prospect of being left alone with Ace.

“So how did you figure it out?” Rimmer groaned as he put the book his was reading down.

“Arnie?” Ace could tell Rimmer was trying to start an argument.

“You’re probably going to sweep her away anyway” Rimmer spat as Ace shook his head, technically they were the same person just from different universes but they couldn’t have been anymore different from each other, almost two completely different beings.

“Why would I do that?” Ace leaned against the wall beside the bunks.

“You always do, you have a way with people” Rimmer screwed up his nose, sitting on the edge of your bunk with his elbows on his knees and his face in his palms.

“Well Arn, I don’t think you have much to worry about” Ace smiled as he looked down at Rimmer.

“It’ll happen it always does” Rimmer grumbled, adamant that you were going to be stolen away from him by Ace, the ‘superior’ version of himself.

“The only person Y/N is interested in is you” Ace spoke softly.

“Why do you even care?” Rimmer looked up at Ace with a scowl.

“Because you’ve got something good, something that I’ve never had” Ace kept his focus across the room as he spoke.

“What?” Rimmer asked almost speechless.

“I know in your eyes I’m the one that got all the breaks, all the good things but you’ve got love” Ace explained “But I guess thats what happens when you devote all your time to your career”

“You’re telling me?” Rimmer muttered.

“You’ve got something great there Arnie, don’t mess it up!” Ace’s voice dropped lower.

“She told me she loved me earlier and I froze up” Rimmer confessed, in disbelief that he was actually about to ask his alter ego for relationship advice “I couldn’t even say it back”

“You don’t have to Arnie, she already knows” Ace smiled “I saw the way she looked at you earlier and the way you watched her as she left”

“Really?” Rimmer was struggling to believe anything Ace was saying.

“As they say actions speak louder than words” Ace grinned before looking at his watch “At 1900 I’ll take the boys out for a trip ...give you two some time alone”

“Why are you being nice to me?” Rimmer scoffed.

“Take her on a date, show Y/N how much she means to you?” Ace completely ignored Rimmer’s reaction.

“And how do you suppose I do that?” Rimmer rolled his eyes “This rust bucket isn’t exactly the ideal date scene”

“You’ll think of something, she’ll love it regardless” Ace replied, clearly only you could really get through to Rimmer.

“Why am I taking relationship advice from you?” Rimmer sighed.

“What have you got to lose Arn?” Aces voice was low as he spoke.

Ace’s last sentence rang riot in Rimmer’s ears. What did he really have to lose? Ace was right, that no matter what Rimmer did you’d love him and therefore was nothing, he had nothing to lose.

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[caprina-mints]

Hi again, can I please have an headcannon of (Masky, Hoodie, Kate the chaser, Slenderman, Laughing jack, Jason the toy maker) with a y/n that has a fetish for emotionally and physically, mentally pain (a pride sadistic)

Warning : People who are sensitive to the Topic of self harm and Being inflicted with Pain should NOT read this because it may trigger you and I don't want that to Happen. Violence is also present in this Head canon so again if you're uncomfortable with that don't read this because this is a low key dark head canon. Stay safe everyone.

Slenderman :

❅ Hew as genuinely NOT expecting this from you at all.

❅ At first you were the perfect motherly figure everyone needed for a sense of comfort in their lives.

❅ and everyone sees you that way too..

❅ Until One day.... You had a mental breakdown about a topic you were dreading and everything went from soft and kind to red and violent.

❅ Slenderman was petrified when you suddenly brought up the topic about being tortured infront of everyone saying it was 'Fun'

❅ Now.... Everyone in that mansion enjoy the thought of 'Torturing' but they never even have the thought of being ' Tortured ' because judging by how those victims scream it wasn't pleasant.

❅ But here you are talking about your wildest fantasies of torture . How you described every single detail of how you want to be hurt.

❅ Slenderman had to drag you away and confronted you about that but after seeing that look on your eyes he knew you were somehow fucked up in a way he won't understand for now.

❅ And soon after that little incident you suddenly had urges to 'have fun' and seeing the chainsaw in the basement was somehow tempting you.

❅ " What if... I try cutting some of my skin with a chainsaw? " You suddenly blurted out when you were with slenderman inside he's study room and he immediately paused.

❅ He thought you were joking but when he found you in the basement with the chainsaw a but too near for comfort he lashed out and it ended with you pouting and 2 of slenderman's tendrils cut off.

❅ And after that day You were Monitored in every way possible may it be slenderman or his brothers or if none of them were around the creeps would watch over you because you might attempt something you shouldn't do.

❅ You were never alone and you were only permitted to go in that one bathroom where everything is covered with rubber and nothing sharp or hard way around... Even the mirror was unbreakable for some odd reason.

Kate the Chaser :

✲ Obviously there was something wrong with you when you came home with bruises with a cut on your lip and a bloody nose.

✲ Kate tried asking you about it but you just used your Boxing classes as a cover to your injuries.

✲ She was very concerned and felt anxious every time you left the mansion.

✲ She tried following you with every attempt she had but somehow you had this weird knack of disappearing once you turned to the corner and poof you're gone.

✲ Of course she never dropped this subject and became the main source of all your arguments.

✲ But the CCTV in town showed exactly what you were doing. Kaye asked Ben to hack one of the Cameras in town

✲ It clearly caught your figure purposelu provoking thugs near the alleyway and when they did beat you up. You didn't do anythi6 but provoked them even more.

✲ That was the Last straw for Kate.

✲ When you got home Objects were sent flying your way and a raging Kate was the cause of it.

✲ Let's just say the argument lasted the whole night and nobody got any sleep and slenderman grew wrinkles because of all the furniture and objects he had to replace.

✲ In the end you clearly explained to her about your issue and she was surprisingly reasonable as long as you wouldn't get into random fights just to get beat up.

✲ Kate was fine with that but the two of you did find another way to pleasure your requests. ;).

Laughing Jack :

✗ Since the beginning Jack already knew of your fetish for pain and he thought it was very convenient for a partner considering the fact that he was a sadistic clown himself.

✗ at first he was skeptical since you looked like the type of person who gets straight A's in school, Helps old women cross the road and Feeds stray Animals on the street.

✗ But When You two 'did it' for the first time. All his doubts were washed away when you provoked him into fucking you to next week.

✗ How you only angered him just to make him hurt you, taunting him to mark, bite and scratch your body and how you'd moan in pain every time he'd sink his teeth onto your skin tearing through your flesh.

✗ Though he'd never admit he liked this freaky side of you, he did change some of his ways so he could get it inside your head that you'll only be needing this clown for both pain and pleasure.

✗ He started being rough with you and he won't hold back at all, if your said something he didn't like he'd choke you and slap you.

✗ if you did something he didn't like, he'd punish your hands to the point it'll start to bleed.

✗ There is a safeword for you incase he went to far but you have never ever used it up till now.

Hoodie :

❀ You were very open about this and told Hoodie everything from the start and he didn't know how he should feel to that.

❀ He only thought it was a mild case of masochism but boy was he wrong.

❀ You were really riled up on this certain fetish of yours it made him worry for your life more than Anything in the world.

❀ You'd break glasses and squeeze the shards for the sake of enjoyment and one time you chucked a knife right through your leg just to get off of work and that honestly terrified him to a great extent.

❀ He wanted to talk to you about this but he didn't know how to. He forced himself to talk to you when you nearly got yourself killed after trying to hang yourself to see if it was ' fun '

❀ you two had a long talk about it and even though you were reluctant, you promised him you'd stop but... Let's be honest here... It didn't stop you at all.

❀ Hoodie was on the edge and he needed to do something about This fetish of yours . So he hid every single object in the house that could possibly kill you... Hell... Even a teddy bear is dangerous when you're around.

❀ and after that he handcuffed you and placed a fucking collar around your neck so he's literally just dragging you around the house like a dog.

❀ You had mixed emotions of excitement and annoyance.

❀ Well at least Hoodie fulfilled your wishes during your time on the Bed ;) and when you see yourself on the mirror after your tickets session you knew he fucked you up good.

Jason the ToyMaker :

✮ Jason is Naturally protective (and possessive). So when he found out about this fetish of yours he was against it with every single fiber of his being.

✮ He started lecturing you about it and how it would hurt him very much if you even tried to hurt yourself.

✮ You grew up with this odd fetish and you never stopped it or even attempted to restrain this urge of yours but seeing Jason so upset about it made you stop hesitantly and it was driving you Nuts.

✮ Even though you knew he was just Manipulating you by the use of guilt. Yes you knew and you loved how this tormented you day and night. If you can't hurt yourself physically might as well break yourself mentally.

✮ But the more your restrained yourself the more serious it became. So you did something you never thought of.

✮ You wanted Jason to Hurt you. But if you straight up tell him you knew he'd immediately decline after hearing the first sentence

✮ So you did it in a discreet way, You started off by Not going to his place after you're done with your daily deeds of the day.

✮ You started sleeping at your friend's house which irked him very much and you purposely disobeyed and fought with him just to make him snap.

✮ He was blind of what you were planning but something about the look on your eyes gave him a hint.

✮ All logical thinking left him the moment you suddenly blurted out that you wanted to leave him.

✮ He was more dangerous that a Bear high on drugs. He immediately choked you raising your figure off the ground and slammed your body on the walls with threatening words escaping his lips if you were to ever leave him.

✮ He squeezed your cheeks harshly and slapped you multiple yelling at you to say it again but when a moan escaped your lips he immediately knew your intentions.

✮ He was fueled with anger at how you managed to have this effect on him that he took it out on you on the bed ;) he made sure you were left in a daze, legs shaking and body trembling with bruises, marks and obvious scratches left on you ;).

Masky :

✦ He had the most ridiculous expression when he found out about it and he obviously didn't know what to do because hey... None of his victims ever said ' Hurt and Torture me ' more like begging for their lives.

✦ And the shocking thing was.... His s/O was sthe one who told him that and he didn't know what to do so he turned to hoodie for advice.

✦ and like hoodie he did attempt to talk you out of this and stop you but you were too darn stubborn .

✦ He won't admit it but after finding out it awakened the sadistic demon inside him and it turned him on big time.

✦ He still monitors you like the stalker he is and when you tried shooting your foot with his gun shit was about to go down.

✦ Yes he punished you, and I'm talking about Whips, Over stimulation, Shaming, Slapping, Spanking, Choking, Edging .

✦ He was determined to break your body as well as your mind and he was doing a good job at it and with your tauntings it only made him rougher with you.

✦ Your Body littered with bite marks, red whip lashes, bruised neck and lips, bloody cheeks and a throbbing body he managed to claw out the inner masochist in you.

✦ In the end you were sweaty, cum covered, bloody and filled with cuts, bruises and a few wounds here and there as well as dark hickies surrounding almost every inch of your body.

✦ You have met your match and Masky felt the same way.

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #Creepypasta imagine #Headcanon #Slenderman #Kate the Chaser #Jason the Toymaker #Laughing Jack #Masky #Hoodie #S/o #y/n

[sinfulserpents]

Hey! Can you do an imagine where it’s Steve x den Henderson. Where Murray exposes their feelings for each other in front of everyone??

we gotta like switch up the season three storyline a lil bit for this one

so anywhore

our boy steve has had a crush on you since he first met you when dustin had forced him to help investigate some giant alien monster 

like the moment he saw you storm out of the back door of your house

a giant crowbar in your hands and a determined look on your face as you pulled your brother back and told steve to “get the fuck out of my way pretty boy”

he was hooked

like boy was literally giving you heart eyes and dustin had to whack him over the back of the head to snap him out of it

this would go on for a few months

steve casually flirting with you

you pretending to roll your eyes and be annoyed with his comments

and dustin would think ‘oh thank god, she doesn’t like him back’

but then your brother would notice the lingering gazes you would give steve when he wasn’t looking

or how you would turn bright red whenever he so much as looked in your direction

he’d also see how worried steve would get when you were all fighting the demodogs

and although he wanted to stop y’all from your obvious pining - he didn’t

because steve made you smile more than he had ever seen you smile and laugh louder than he could

and he couldn’t take that away from you

so he sat back and watched you both stutter over your words around each other like you were in some shitty romance movie

and while dustin thought he was the only one who could see your pathetic crushes on each other

he wasn’t

the other party members would tease you both relentlessly 

“so steve, have you made out with y/n yet?”

“y/n have you told steve how much you love him yet?”

you’d both roll your eyes and try to play it off with an awkward chuckle and a “kids”

but then came our boy murray

who we all know has no filter

you’d have picked him up on your way to the mall to save the world from the upside down again

dustin, mike and el all squashed together as murray lounged himself in the back of the car while you and steve were up front - steve driving, while you gave directions

“steve you just missed our turn!”

“you didn’t even tell me we had a turn!”

“well maybe if you knew how to read a map-”

“you’re the one reading the fucking map!”

you were both a little tense since the fate of everything quite literally was in your hands

dustin would tell you both to shut up and snatch the map away from you, letting out an annoyed “y/n, you were reading it wrong. steve keep going straight”

it would be quiet for a while before you let the words you were holding back slip out of your mouth

“you know, for someone who everyone thinks is the perfect match for me – you’re a straight up douche harrington and I can’t wait for this to be finished”

steve would raise his eyebrows at your statement - slightly hurt, before giving you an annoyed huff

“we’re the perfect match when it comes to skills, not romantically. maybe if you could actually read a map we could get to our destination faster”

a grimace grew upon your features and if steve wasn’t so stubborn he would’ve been slightly terrified of you

but before you could snap back at the boy murray had weaved his way in-between your seats

much to the annoyance of the teens he had pushed closer together

and let out a “please for the love of god would you both shut the hell up!”

you’d roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest like a petulant child which in turn would cause steve to roll his eyes

“oh would you look at that; y/n’s being a fucking child again”

“you know what harrington? you can shove that baseball bat so far up your ass-”

“enough!”

everyone in the car would jump at murray’s raised voice, before he took a deep breath and began talking again

“the both of you have two options right now. either you shut up and just drive us to the goddamn mall in silence so we can kill this monster or you can pull the car to the side of the road and go at it like rabbits in heat because the sexual tension is too much!”

everyone would fall silent at murray’s last statement

steve almost swerving the car in shock letting out a soft, “i-im sorry? did you just ask us to have sex?”

“yes! if you want to go with option two!”

“us? sex? no!”

at this point dustin had pulled murray back to his seat and told steve to just hurry up and get them to the mall

when y’all arrived steve and you would sit in silence while the kids and murray rushed out 

not before our favourite pot-stirrer patted you both on the heads and told you to “go at it”

“look im sorry for getting mad at you-”

“no steve i’m sorry, i need to learn how to read a map”

“it’s fine-”

steve’s sentence would be cut off when the mindflayer let out an ear-piercing scream causing the both of you to get out of the car in a hurry

but before you could enter the mall steve would grab your wrist, tugging you back to him - turning you in his arms before slamming his lips on yours

when you both pulled apart you’d be slightly breathless, hands on his chest as he cupped your cheeks

“i’m sorry, i just needed to do that incase anything happens tonight”

“i’m glad you finally had the guts to make a move harrington”

“i was actually quite tempted to take murray’s offer and pull the car over”

with a slight slap to his chest, you’d let out a laugh before shaking your head

“the offers still on the table if we get out of this alive”

“well i’ll make sure it happens, henderson - now lets go save our kids”

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[kuratoki]

Distance 04

There wasn’t a day Jeno didn’t regret not making things official with you sooner. What he also didn’t expect was his soon to be ex best friend to act on his feelings towards you either. Now a whole continent away with a ten hour time difference, will the two of you survive the distance and all the obstacles that come with?

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Ballerina OC x Dancer Jeno

Words: 3749

Warnings: Swearing

~Updates Ever/other day at 8AM PST~

Tag List: @mikachu-28​ @peachykrystal​ @jenoleeaesthetic​

“Are you okay?” you heard Mia ask as she laid a comforting hand on your shoulder as you rested your head in your hands on the dining room table. You had gotten home close to an hour ago and didn’t move. 

Chan had come, offered Jisung to spend sometime at his and Kai’s place for a while since it was closer to the academy they were running training camp out of. Though reluctant, Jisung had seen the text from Jeno and knew that the boy was one to keep his promises so he agreed. The two of you would have to talk but he also knew that with the way you ran out, you were more worried about his friend.

“I’m fine.” you whispered, “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Cause my best friend’s been crying silently for the last twenty minutes and I’m worried.” she said looking down at her phone, “Plus, I was thinking of bunking with you instead of Renjun tonight.” 

“I just...don’t get it.” you whispered, “It’s not even the fact that he kissed me...it’s the fact he knew. He knew that Jeno and I were taking things slow and he still…” 

“He’s been missing you…” Mia whispered, taking a seat next to you and wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders, “Ever since training camp started, he’s been under scrutiny because my brother wrote him the recommendation letter. He has a lot to live up to and he was starting to feel the pressure from it. He has Chan...he’ll be okay. But will you?” she asked, “You aren’t mad at Jisung are you?” 

“I can’t even be mad at him if I tried.” you muttered, “It’s my fault I didn’t validate his feelings sooner...I was just so focused, focused on the production, focused on keeping things normal with Jeno that I went as far as to neglect my best friend.”

“It’s not your fault.” Renjun said coming out from his shared room with Mia. He had overheard the conversation while he was trying to give the girls space but you were his best friend and partner, he couldn’t not be here for you right now “It would’ve been your fault if you kissed him back but from what we’ve heard, you pushed him away almost immediately. You did the right thing by telling Jeno. Whatever happens between him and Jisung...it’s out of your control.” 

“Then why do I feel so guilty?” you asked with a frown, letting more tears fall, “Why do I feel like he won’t want to see me after this? I promised him this wouldn’t happen, that Jisung wouldn’t come between us.” 

“Hey, like E.T said” Mia started, ignoring the ‘Hey’ she got from Renjun, “Whatever happens between Jeno and Jisung is out of your control. Jeno would never, could never find the bad in you because he’s so head over heels in love with you. Remember? He said he wasn’t mad at you.” 

“Plus he said he was going to call you tonight right?” Renjun asked as you nodded, “So nothings changed, yea you two are going to have to talk things out but he won’t let go of you. He did that once already remember? He’s smart. He won’t make the same mistake twice.” he then wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you to him so he could fully embrace you and rested his chin on top of your head, “What we don’t need is for you to suffer because of this and let the whole production suffer too. I’ve got you, you’ve got me and it will always be that way.” 

Feeling your body relax in his arms was probably the best thing he could’ve asked for in this situation, “I just hate the timing of this.” you muttered, “It’s all about the timing.” 

“Why don’t we take a break from everyone for a while?” Renjun suggested, looking at Mia from above your head where she nodded, “You and I are overdue for some alone time anyways. Say, Mia’s family cottage in France?” he suggested.

“I think it’s a good idea.” Mia commented, “You guys should disconnect for a while. Leave your phones in the safe and enjoy the countryside. Plus, don’t you two have a piece to work on?” 

“What do you say?” Renjun asked, looking down at you and he felt you nod.

“Maybe a break from everything and everyone is what I need…” you muttered and both Renjun and Mia let out sighs of collective relief, happy to hear that you agreed. 

“You and Jeno are doing the exact same things to yourselves and yet you have the audacity to nag him while you’re pretty much suffering on your own.” Renjun said shaking his head but realized that you had dozed off. 

Sharing a look with his girlfriend, Renjun carried you into your bedroom, tucking you in before he gently closed the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Renjun asked and Mia shook her head, giggling.

“I think...of all the people she needs right now it’s you.” Mia confessed, “She always considered Jisung someone that was close to her and after what happened tonight, I think she’s confused because of how much she trusted him. But in reality, it’s always been the two of you. You were the one who got her to open up about Jeno your first year, you were the one who helped her with her first piece...You helped her heal. You’re her best and truest friend, Hun.” she let out a sigh, “I’ll see what I can do over here with Jisung and I’m sure he’s told Chan everything so I’ll keep you posted. I’m assuming that you plan on flying out of France for her surprise?”

Renjun nodded his head, “We’ll be at the cottage for about four days and then back on Korean soil for another week or two, depending how auditions go.” he leaned in to give Mia a sweet kiss that she happily returned, “Thank you for being so supportive of this. Of us. I know it must be hard cause Y/N’s always around.”

“And her heart belongs to Jeno which is why I don’t worry.” Mia said with a gentle smile, “Plus, I like her so much better than you. Have you had her baked goods? I would keep her here all year if I could.” 

“I think you’d have to fight Yuta and everyone else back there for that.” Renjun said with a laugh before getting up to stretch, “I guess I’ll go pack and try to get some sleep. You’re going to bunk with her tonight right?”

Mia nodded, “Just incase she wakes up or whatever. I’ll also take care of the train tickets and let my mom know you’re going to use the place. I know she was already packing for the Korea trip but I’ll throw a few extra things in there for her and finish packing her bag.” 

“You’re the best girlfriend in the whole world, you know that?” he asked embracing Mia from behind and kissing her cheek, causing her to smile and turn in his arms.

“We wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for that girl in the room over there.” Mia giggled, leaning up to touch her lips to his, “Have a good night...Reggie.” 

Pulling away, Mia walked towards your bedroom door, turning to see her boyfriends playful glare before she went inside.

On the other side of the world, Jaemin and Hana were on a mission. Leaving after first period, they decided to go to Jeno’s house. They wanted to ask what had him react the way he did earlier. Almost everyone in class had seen him punch the locker and the transfers had asked them what was up when Jeno stormed away. 

After getting his answer from Renjun, he was quick to let Hana know and the worry on her face was obvious. What they didn’t expect upon entering Jeno’s home was the sound of aggressive grunts and the swinging of a chain coming from the gym he had in his basement. As they peaked their head in, they saw Jeno aggressively boxing the punching bag with all the strength he had. It looked like he’d been at it for quite sometime now since his hair was fully damp from the sweat and his breathing was ragged. 

“Dude, you’re going to punch that thing off its stand.” Jaemin called out suddenly, making Jeno stop mid punch to look up at him and Hana.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jeno asked as he went back to punching the bag, the anger in him still not fully out yet, “Shouldn’t you guys be at school?”

“We know what happened.” Hana said slowly approaching the blonde and handed him a water bottle, “You have every right to be angry but I think there are worse things happening right now.”

Taking a gulp from the water bottle, Jeno gave Hana a look of surprise.

“I know what Jisung did was wrong.” she started, “I feel like it’s my fault I didn’t stop him when I knew I could but I thought I knew him better than that…” she looked down, “I thought that with how you and Y/N left things, he would leave her alone…”

“It’s not your fault though.” Jeno stated, despite being incredibly pissed off, he didn’t blame anyone except Jisung for what he was feeling right now. It was his fault that he was in this emotional turmoil.

“But I could’ve done something.” Hana whispered, “I told Y/N I’d take care of you, of the club while she was gone. But I didn’t expect Jisung to pull something like this.” she shook her head, “I know I should’ve told you sooner and I regret it so much right now but Jisung has always liked Y/N. He would deny it when someone brought it up but you could see it in his eyes. The way he looked at her, the way he was around her. The way he would worry about the littlest things when it concerned her. I should’ve said something to you so you could’ve at least talked with him before he left but I just didn’t expect Jisung to pull something like this.” 

“And it’s not your fault, Hana.” Jeno said, running a hand through his hair and let out a breath.

The three friends settled on the floor of the gym where Jaemin had brought a few snacks for the long talk that was about to happen. 

“I had a feeling that Jisung wasn’t being completely honest with me for a while now.” Jeno admitted, “But he and Y/N are so close that I didn’t want to jeopardize anything with her. Before she left, I told her about it and she promised me nothing would happen.” he let out a sigh, “Then this happened.”

“It’s not her fault though…” Jaemin commented and Jeno nodded. 

“I know...I’m not mad at her at all.” Jeno said and Hana looked at Jaemin who gulped, “What’s up?”

“Are you sure?” Hana asked worriedly and Jeno looked at her confused.

“I told her I wasn’t mad…” he looked at Jaemin, “What do you know?”

Jaemin stared at his best friend long and hard with tight lips, “Renjun said Y/N thinks otherwise…”

“She feels guilty...because she promised you nothing would happen.” Hana said with a frown, “She probably thinks you’re mad at her because it happened.” 

“I’m not. I can’t be mad at her...I told her I wasn’t. I even told her we’d have our usual video chat tonight.” he said frowning and took out his phone, “Maybe I should call her now…” 

“She might be sleeping. Isn’t it past 2am there?” Jaemin asked and Jeno sighed knowing his best friend was right.

“What are you going to do about Jisung though? Has he messaged you?” Hana asked and Jeno showed him his phone, showing her the messages Jeno had sent earlier, “I mean...Y/N did the right thing by telling you…”

“I’m glad she isn’t hiding anything from me but Jisung is another story. He acted so well.” Jeno said letting out a frustrated groan.

“If it helps, Renjun said that Jisung will be staying with Chan and Jongin for a while. Mia and Renjun both think it’s best if they kind of just take a break from each other. To get their thoughts sorted out.” Jaemin said and Hana nodded, “I think Y/N should be your priority right now...We understand that the distance is hard for you and it’s not ideal since you just got each other back...but maybe fates keeping you away for a reason.” 

“Like what? So every guy that’s liked her can confess?” Jeno retorted with a snort, shaking his head as Hana glared. 

“What about you and Tzuyu? You’ve been friendlier as of late no?” she asked casually and Jeno gave her a questioning look.

“I think I’ve said a total of three sentences to her...what have you been hearing?” Jeno asked pointedly. 

“She wants you.” Hana whispered looking down, “That’s why I don’t hang out with them as much. She always talks about you even though she knows that Y/N’s my best friend.” She clenched her fist, “She has a rep Jeno...a big one at her old school.” 

“Xiaojun told me that she broke up with their schools top student before she transferred and when you walked into the lunchroom a few weeks back, she was literally eye fucking you the whole time.” Jaemin added, “I like YangYang and XiaoJun, they’re really cool people but Tzuyu has been rubbing us the wrong way. I’ve never seen someone so...predatory before…” 

“Why are you guys worried?” Jeno asked curiously, “You know where my feelings stand.”

“And it’s not you we worry about.” Hana stated, “I’m afraid that she’ll do something...catch you off guard...haven’t you noticed what she’s been doing lately?” 

“She’s literally following me around school.” Jeno deadpanned, “How have I not? Have you guys not told her about Y/N?”

“Oh, Yeeun gave Tzuyu a whole damn lecture.” Jaemin said dramatically, “She was in that girls position a few months back.” 

“She’s just ignoring them. That’s what scares me the most.” Hana said quietly, “I don’t...no I can’t see Y/N upset like that again. I know this whole thing between you, her and Jisung is tearing her apart. she’s so busy that it’s easy for her to throw herself into her workload and forget...but I worry. I worry so much Jeno… you have no fucking idea and the fact that you haven’t been around much either...” Hana shut her eyes as she felt tears sting the corner, “You guys are perfect for each other and the fact that you two aren’t official is what’s keeping Tzuyu on her path. She thinks she can change your mind.”

Jeno looked at Hana with worry. This was the first time he’d really seen the girl express any negative emotion. Like Jaemin, she was bubbly, happy go lucky and always saw the good in people like you did but here she was, voicing her worries, not only to him but to Jaemin as well.  She was looking out for you because she knew how much Jeno mattered to you like how Sooyoung was looking out for Jeno because Soonyoung knew how much he meant to you. 

In reality, Hana and Jaemin were the couple Jeno wanted to be. They loved each other unconditionally and it had only been three years but it was the look on their faces where you could tell it was real. Jaemin saw Hana and Hana saw Jaemin. Just like how he saw you and you saw him. 

He scooched across the circle so he could wrap an arm around Hana’s shoulders, bringing her into a hug, “Thank you for looking out for the family.” he whispered and Hana gave him a tearful smile as Jaemin joined in on the group hug.

“So do you guys want to hang out tonight? Chenle asked if we wanted to have dinner with everyone but I think I’m looking for a quiet night in so I can call Y/N in peace later.” Jeno said once they pulled away from each other. 

“We have the whole day. Why don’t we hit up the store and I’ll make dinner.” Jaemin suggested and the other two agreed. 

Later in the evening, Sicheng was once again hosting the transfers along with Chenle, Yukhei, Yuta and Yeeun. It had seemed like your place was the main place of gathering since it was the biggest and emptiest.  They had decided to order take out and were now sitting in your backyard since the weather was pretty decent.

“Was there never a fence in this backyard?” YangYang asked, looking at the large grassy area that contained two patios, a pool and a hot tub.

“I think Jeno broke it when he was hopping the fence to come over when he was like ten.” Sicheng said looking at the large yard, “Their parents realized that it was useless to have a fence and combined the two backyards.” 

“Ah, so that side is Jeno’s place.” YangYang said motioning to the other side and Sicheng nodded. 

“Where is he tonight anyways?” Xiaojun asked and Tzuyu looked up from her day dream, “he left school early and no one’s seen him since.” 

“Same with Hana and Jaemin.” Chenle commented and looked to Yeeun, “Do you know anything?” 

“Not my place to say.” Yeeun said, looking at Yukhei who nodded. The group chat had been updated and they were in disbelief as to what happened. Yeeun had even sent you a text asking if you were okay but Mia had replied on your behalf saying that you were resting and that she’d call her later. She was still waiting for that call.

“Do you think it’s about Y/N?” YangYang asked, slight concern evident in his voice, “You guys said that Jaemin and Hana were close with her right?” 

“Potentially.” Yukhei confirmed with a nod, “But once again, we can’t say.” he then turned to look at Sicheng who was giving him a suspicious glance and Yukhei shook his head. This wasn’t his secret to tell, “But I can say that the three of them have decided to have a quiet night in so they declined to join us today.” 

“I’m starting to think Jeno doesn’t like us.” YangYang said with a small frown, “He’s always either too busy or doesn’t want to hang out.”

“It’s not like that.” Yuta said quickly as Chenle nodded, “His priorities are just...different right now.” 

“He has a lot on his plate that he has to take care of and with half our friends on a different continent, it’s taking a small toll on him.” Chenle explained, “I lost my roommate and gamer friend to Europe so I would know the feeling.” 

“But you hang out with us.” Xiaojun stated and Chenle shrugged.

“And Jeno hangs out with Jaemin and Hana. The three have known each other for a while now so it would make sense for them to feel the most comfortable with each other. You guys have to understand, unlike us, they never really let anyone else into their group.” Yukhei reasoned, “They’re acting the exact same way before Y/N came back.”

Hearing noises coming from the house next door, Tzuyu zoned herself out of the conversation and looked through the open window of Jeno’s house which looked like his kitchen. There she saw Hana and Jeno with the most relaxed smile on his face that she had ever seen. He was dressed in a white wife beater and his hair was slicked back. It was as if he felt someone staring at him cause for a brief second, he looked up at Tzuyu with a blank look before looking up to say something. Around the same time, Jaemin appeared and put a plate of food down on the table and he too turned around to look at Tzuyu. Walking over to the window, he gave Tzuyu a small smile before pulling the blinds down, completely obstructing her view. 

“Bad idea.” Yeeun whispered to her before she went back to her conversation with Xiaojun. She had noticed Jeno and Hana in his kitchen the whole time but didn’t say anything out of privacy. The two had acknowledged her but other than that, everyone went along with their business. 

Later that night, Jeno decided to try and give you a call. What he didn’t expect was for Renjuns voice to be heard on the other line.

“Hey man.” Renjun said, slightly out of breath. This confused Jeno since he was sure he had called your phone.

“Do I want to ask?” Jeno questioned and he heard Renjun laugh quietly.

“Y/N’s in the shower. We have to catch a train in a few.” he said, “I was just packing a few extra things.” 

“Train? Where are you guys going?” Jeno asked, “Don’t you guys have work to do?” 

“Ah you see, that’s the beauty of our job. We can work from home for several days and rehearsals don’t start for another three weeks. After last night, I figured we could use some time away from everyone so we’re going to Mia’s family cottage in France.” Renjun explained. “We won’t have our phones until we leave so just a heads up. But I think it’s something Y/N really needs right now.” 

“I agree on that but are you guys going alone?” Jeno asked.

“Of course. Mia has training camp and it’s been forever since Y/N and I have actually talk talked. She’ll call you when we’re back from France okay? Just know that I’ll take care of her.” Renjun said and heard Jeno sigh.

“If theres anyone I can trust its you.” Jeno said, sounding defeated, “Have fun and tell her I miss her.” 

“Of course you love sick puppy. See you soon.” Renjun said and hung up the phone, shaking his head before looking at Mia.

“How is that guy so stupid?” he asked his girlfriend who giggled while eating her breakfast.

“He’s just blind and in love.” she reasoned, “Now you better get going, Y/N’s already waiting outside.” 

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[jjsjuiceboxx]

LIFE IS UNUSUAL

PART 1: Dramatics on the dock

Summary- Y/N has just moved from California to the Outer banks because her father James Amber is going to be the new District Attorney, what will happen when a certain blue eyed pogue and you cross paths both having lots in common even though you have money and he doesn’t? Will there be drama surrounding that or not?

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️- drugs, cussing, possible sex? Abuse. ( only cussing in this chapter. )

✮︎A/N- Yes I deleted this part and now I’m reposting it ( if you read this it’s still the same! ) I’m just revamping my stuff I want to put more of a effort into these ( I meant to list edit it but I accidentally deleted it, but I have it in my notes ) anyway happy reading :).

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Hey my name is Y/N, Y/N Amber I was born in raised in Huntington’s Beach, California. To live in California is difficult because prices for stuff is a lot higher then most places, my Dad is well off he is the District Attorney in Huntington’s he makes enough where my mom does not have to work at all but she does. She is a designer she makes her own clothing pieces she isn’t some big huge brand that you would know of, she is a small business so far it’s just her she is just starting it up she wants to have a boutique to sell her pieces that’s her dream. As for me I’m just trying to have a good time as much as possible you only live once right? So live it up.

Y/N POV:

“So Y/N are you excited for Friday’s big charity surf event?” My best friend since birth asked me on the way to dropping me off at home, “of course I am” you said hopping out of the car “you know I love helping” you bid your goodbyes and walked to the driveway only to see a moving car in the drive way you walked fast into your house “what’s all this about?” You asked confused “oh Y/N I must have forgotten to tell you we are moving to the Outer-banks” your father James said.

That was yesterday now you were currently in the outerbanks your parents went back to California to end some business so it was just you for a while, you were at this restaurant called The Wreck you chose to go there cause it was the closest to your house and it also had everything on the menu. Your parents had bought a piece of land 8 months ago it was on the cut your father wanted it to be in figure 8 but your mom said the cut had a better view and your dad was all for the saying happy wife happy life.

You were eating your burger and fries with a dr. Pepper, when your phone buzzed you looked to see your best friend Maia texted you saying she can no longer be friends with a liar, your heart sped up and your hands sweaty you texted back saying you had no idea that you were moving you found out right when she dropped you off. You hit send and she replied back 3 mins later saying she knows how your father is and how he can do terrible things but not telling his daughter about a move wasn’t one of them.

You went to respond back saying that you really had know idea you didn’t know if your dad genuinely forgot to tell you or just chose not to till the very last second, literally and that you wouldn’t miss the charity surfing event for anything. You hit send but it failed to deliver meaning one thing, your best friend had blocked you. You looked around the restaurant and saw 3 boys and a girl eating and laughing they looked very close with one another. Like family. And here you were in a brand new state in a new town with no one not even your friends back home.

You were so overwhelmed you dug in your purse grabbed at 100$ bill slammed it on the table jumped out of the stool so quick it fell to the ground, it was like the whole restaurant silenced and looked over to the noise you felt like a deer in headlights frantically looking at the people watching you making you feel so much worse you didn’t bother picking the stool up and you ran out of the restaurant tears streaming down your face.

JJ’S POV:

Me and the rest of the pogues were eating at The Wreck like always because kiara’s family owns it and we get free food, it’s scrap but food is food. Kie was trying to keep us quiet so her dad doesn’t yell at her when a loud bang went off. we all looked in the direction of a girl who wore black ripped jeans, maroon tank top, with a plaid blue flannel on top. She looked frazzled and not by her stool hitting the ground usually I would have looked away but I’d never seen this girl before and I could tell she wasn’t a touron because she was alone, I looked closer and could tell she was trying to hold back tears and then she ran out of the restaurant.

“I hope she paid for her food or atleast left a tip” kie mumbled “hey maybe someone should check on her” pope said moving his stuff around, “yeah I’ve never seen her before, wouldn’t want her to get lost or run into a kook” John b said. I got up out of my chair “where are you going?” Kie asked confused “did you not hear the conversation someone should make sure she is ok or at least make sure she knows where she is going” I said like it was the most obvious thing ever “yeah I heard but why you?” She challenged.

“Because I have to go to work in like 15 mins, I’m already on the way out might as well. Oh hey tell your dad I said foods great I’m coming back tonight for more” I said heading out the restaurant, I quickly found the girl with her knees to her chest I made my way to her the closer I got I could hear and tell she was crying. She had long strawberry blonde hair that was very curly and she had a blue feather earring that hung to her shoulder. She is definitely a pogue probably a new one us pogues all know each other whether we are close or not.

“Hey uh I saw what happened in there just wanna see if you’re ok, or if you knew your way around you look new.” I said trying not to startle her, she looked up and me and smiled softly “yeah, um I’m ok just a tough 2 days is all, thank you for checking in though” she said looking back out to the ocean I decided to take a seat next to her I have 10 more mins to lose anyway “hey you’re the first girl I’ve caught crying to never wipe the tears away quickly and pretend as if they weren’t there” I said laughing.

She laughed too, “I guess it’s just stupid to hide something obvious, why pretend?” She asked looking at me her mascara and eye liner I think kie told me once what it was. I personally think it’s an eye marker but whatever Floats your boat. It was smeared all over her face from her crying and probably wiping it i motioned to her face and hand to let her know “uh your face stuff is well on your face, but like all over your face” I said she looked at her hand and touched under her eyes pulling them away and seeing more had transferred to it. Most girls would have tried to fix it but she didn’t. “I guess it is, oh well” she said wiping her hands on her jeans.

This girl was different then all the girls I’ve met you could tell she cared because she was crying about something but when it came to herself or rather so her appearance she didn’t care one bit, “I’m sorry about disturbing your meal, I just moved here from California. The move was surprising my parents had to have known for months maybe even a year but they didn’t tell me till yesterday, and now I’m here while they’re there wrapping up business. I’m upset because my best friend didn’t believe I just found out and she blocked me. Which I know sounds SO stupid, but I’m all alone here in a town I’ve never even been before I know no one and my best friend left so I can’t even talk to her about it. Life just fucking sucks right now” she rambled and wiping some tears that fell. In a way I can understand that.

“Hey don’t apologize I was done eating and I have work soon so you saved me from getting bitched at for being late, and I’m sorry about that, that does suck but

Maybe this will help” I said sticking my hand out “I’m JJ consider me your new friend” she took my hand and shook it “I’m Y/N thank you for being my friend” she said smiling a real smile this time. That made my day knowing I could

Make someone smile after they were just crying.

“Oh anytime, here I’ll give you my number so we can plan sometime to get together and I can show you around, also show you the best spots” I said giving her my phone. She put her number in and I took her phone putting mine in hers of course mine is “JJ🏄🏼‍♂️🚬” I gave her phone back and saw that she put her name as Y/N🦋 (AKA dramatic girl who cries) “you know Incase you forget you won’t now” she laughed making fun of herself which I admired a lot.

“I won’t forget, In fact after work the first thing I’ll do is text you” I said standing up and pointing to her she stood up too “you better you’re my only hope” “did you just quote star wars at me?” I asked “yes I did and I don’t regret it” “oh we are so best friends now” I said looking down at her she was a lot shorter than I was it was cute my own personal arm rest “I’m serious though text me! You’re my only friend now and the only person to text. My fate is in your hands young jedi” Y/N said putting her hands together and bending slightly I did the same back “may the force be with you, and I’ll text you don’t worry. You’re the only person to quote Star Wars at me and it’s now my favorite thing” I yelled as I continued to walk away smiling to myself.

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[stevesharrlngtons]

142 with billy & steve (you decide who the jealous one is)

hold my hand so he gets jealous

your legs dangled into the pool, steve’s temple leaning against your bare thigh as he floated near the edge.

it was august, and projected as the hottest day of the year. you felt the sun beating down on you as you reclined against the rough cement behind you, craning your face to the heat above you. you had been swimming, but decided to take a break and just enjoy the dry heat rolling through indiana.

steve on the other hand, refused to leave the cool security of the pool. the cold water was helping him keep any semblance of sanity in this heat. you, stripped down to next to nothing and dustin, max and lucas screaming and splashing around him were all trying his nerves.

the heat was making him sluggish and touch starved. all he wanted was to hang off of you, feeling your unrestricted smooth skin beneath his fingers and press ice cubes to your neck. to keep you overnight in his bed where you’d roll around in sweat dampened sheets together, complaining about the heat but refusing to part even an inch. to ride around in his car with you, windows down and your legs slung over into his lap. but he knew he couldn’t, because you were only his girl friend, the separate words and not the conjunction. steve wanted you in every season, but the heat was making him love sick for every part of you.

so, leaning against you as you soaked in some rays while treading water was the best he was going to get. when you left to take max home eventually, he knew lucas and dustin would have some choice words for him, mostly making fun of him and begging him to make a move. he’d give them both a swift slap to the back of the head and they’d shut up, but steve would still have to listen to their jabs and insults. though, with you so close right now, he couldn’t care less.

somewhere along the way in the afternoon as steve toyed with your leg idly and occasionally dunked his shoulder under the water to cool off, there was a loud knock on his front door. it pulled you both from you thoughtless bliss, causing you to turn toward his house, and steve to perk up from his hold on your leg. you exchanged curious eye contact before steve made a move to push himself from the water.

“don’t be silly, i got it.” you replied with a dismissive wave of your hand.

“you sure?” he sunk back into the pool.

“yeah, i’m basically dry anyway.”

you pulled yourself up and started toward the house. steve internally praised and cursed the creator of the thong bikini. he did the same to you for purchasing one.

you headed through the open sliding glass door, stopping quickly by the kitchen to turn down the blaring radio, incase the person at the door was one of steve’s neighbors complaining about the noise. humming and swaying your hips to the quieted music, you opened the door.

and immediately regretted not wrapping yourself in a towel.

“woah, wasn’t expectin’ paulina porizkova to answer harrington’s door.” billy smared, eyes slowly making their way over your body.

you hummed, unamused, “what do you need, billy?”

“besides you?” he took a step closer to you and leaned his shoulder against the door frame.

“besides me.” you let go of your hold on the door handle and crossed your arms over your chest, doing your best to block billy’s leering.

“here for max. her mom needs her home, asap.” he explained.

your brow furrowed, “i thought she didn’t need to be back until nine?”

“hey, don’t shoot the messenger. i’m just here to bring her home.”

your shoulders dropped, “is it serious? i promised her i’d take her to that new chinese place after she was done swimming.”

“nothing serious, gorgeous. susan just needs her home.”

“well, ok. that’s a bummer, i know she was looking forward to it.”

“does that mean you’re free tonight? because i’d be more than happy to-”

“hargrove, the fuck you doin’ here?” steve appeared behind you, almost from thin air.

he had gotten worried when you hadn’t come right back and went to investigate who had showed up at his door, and boy was he happy he had. steve didn’t want billy within fifty feet of you at all times, but now he wanted it be to hundred. billy was looming far too closely over you, eyes glued to your chest.

“harrington, always a pleasure.” billy leaned back to puff out his chest and tip his chin up in steve’s presence. steve did the same.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. the fuck you doin’ here?”

“be nice.” you scolded lightly.

“yeah, harrington, be nice.” billy said with a shit eating grin.

“why are you here, billy?” steve asked, through gritted teeth, inching closer to you.

“need max, gotta get her home for susan.”

“then get her.” steve was now plastered to your back, hand on your waist.

“then let me in, harrington.”

“i’ll get her,” you volunteered, the testosterone fest they were having giving you no desire to stay, “enjoy your pissing contest.”

you brushed past steve and headed back to gather max and her things. steve kept his eyes on billy and his jaw set. when billy leaned around steve to watch you leave, steve immediately stood in his eyeline.

“how do you get anything done with her around?” billy proposed lustfully, trying to now look over steve’s head at you.

“shut it, hargrove. i’ll lay you out if you say anything else.”

“i think we both know you won’t.”

“if you look at her one more time, i will.”

billy chuckled.

“fine, harrington. i’ll let you play knight in shining armour this time. i mean, we both know you can’t keep a girl’s attention for long, and especially not a woman like that. it won’t be long ‘till she comes around.” he smirked at steve’s obvious rage.

“say another word, i dare you.” steve clenched his fists.

billy opened his mouth, but thankfully you appeared with max in tow.

“what did my mom say?” max asked as soon as billy came into view.

“said your room is still a pig sty and for you to come home right now to pick it up like she asked.”

“i cleaned it last night!”

“clearly not well enough.”

max’s face soured and she grumbled under her breath. you stroked her hair sweetly and promised to pick her up for dinner tomorrow instead. that seemed to appease her enough to leave with billy. the two siblings started down the harrington drive way, but not before billy turned back to the house.

“i’ll keep your number handy, (y/l/n)! gonna be needin’ more of you soon.” his words were directed at you, but he said them looking at steve.

steve cursed under his breath and muttered to you as billy and max got into the camaro, “hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“you’re ridiculous.” you scoffed, but took his hand no less. even leaned into his shoulder and wrapped your free hand around his arm.

“look at him, he’s squirming.” steve said through his smile, waving to max as billy pulled away, admittedly looking irritated.

“always a fucking dick measuring contest with you two, jeez.” you rolled your eyes, the camaro disappearing into the heat rays on the asphalt.

“yeah, yeah.” steve glared off into the distance, not reveling nearly as much as he should have been at his current predicament with you.

“well, i’m ready to get back in the pool. it’s too hot.” you changed the subject, tugging steve back into his house.

it was then that steve snapped out of his angry haze and realized what he hadn’t before. you, tantalizing in a red string bikini, holding onto him tightly and pulling him toward his spectacular inground swimming pool, begging him to join you. how could he let billy hargrove ruin even a second of this?

so, steve followed obediently after you, and launched himself back into the pool, earning cheers from dustin and lucas. you chose to elegantly slip into the water from the side instead. steve came to the surface just in time to see you swimming toward him. he met you in the middle, gripping your thighs and wrapping them around his waist while you giggled.

“this isn’t gonna help us cool off you know?” you smiled coyly, brushing away wet strands of hair that were stuck to his forehead.

and steve only hoited you higher on his waist and held you tighter, a wide grin on his face, “couldn’t care less.”

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[gimmeyoon]

Iron World: 4

✰ pairing: Yoongi x Reader

✰ au: Cyberpunk

✰ word count: 2.9k

✰ warnings: explicit language, major angst, mentions of death and violence

✰ summary: ❝Welcome to Iron World, the latest virtual reality online game. Choose your class, join a guild, and explore the depths of this planet. As one of the first 20,000 people to explore this brave frontier, how you enjoy this immersive experience is up to you. There is so much to do and see, you’ll never want to leave.❞

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   It's not easy. Not that anything had been since Namjoon got trapped in the game. But this, having his friends do this. This was hard.

    He knew Bangtan would do anything to get out, and he was pretty sure the owner of Babylon was just a computer generated character, so his life had essentially no meaning. Unless there was the chance that the game had created sentient characters, but that was a rabbit hole Namjoon had already gone down and he had not found any answers down there. It was the computer's life or his friends’, and he was positive he would always choose his friends.

    But sitting in a car outside the bar, while watching them do the work was harder. Sure he had made the call to go ahead with the next mission, but his own skill set didn't really work into the plan. He was on standby in case they needed someone to hack into something later, but assassination was not in his wheel house.

    So he was to watch the feed V was sending from his own eye-surge to Jugeum. Most of the feed was Chimmy, as he and Taehyung sat at the bar and talked as if they weren't waiting for the owner to enter the building.

    Agust D and J-Hope sat next to Namjoon, watching the feed with critical eyes, despite the lack of progress in the last hour or so. If anything had progressed it Chimmy's blood alcohol content.

    Thankfully, that was what Phoenix and Worldwide were preparing for. Chimmy's job was to get sloshed like he usually did at Babylon. Once he saw the owner, Taehyung would get eyes on him, and then the two across from Namjoon would head in. Cooky would stay outside with J-Hope and Namjoon incase any guards were waiting outside the building for them. Worldwide would use his crowd control skills as an enchanter to keep the other players and computer generated whoevers distracted while Phoenix took the owner out. They would pretend to be a couple interested in business as to try and throw off any signs of danger they might present by approaching the owner. 

    She had offered to kill him before Namjoon could even ask if anyone felt comfortable. He wondered how she did it. How she was able distinguish between what was real and what was not after all this time.

    For a moment he wondered if she could. He wondered if maybe it didn't matter to her whether the owner was real or not. He was an obstacle and Phoenix was the kind of person who removed obstacles. He didn't think he could be like her. He spent too much time thinking about the consequences. He supposed that was why he was the leader. He worried all of the time so no one else had to.

     Worldwide was the obvious choice for the plan, they needed crowd work, but he had come up to Namjoon after the meeting to make sure he was okay with everything. Namjoon asked if he looked as anxious as he felt. Worldwide laughed as he confirmed the leader's fears, but then Namjoon didn't feel so worried anymore. Worldwide and J-Hope constantly made Namjoon feel at peace. They had a way of making him think that everything would be okay. They took care of him, which he was not used to at all, but he appreciated it.

    V also had a way of making Namjoon feel calm, but in a much different way than the older two boys. Where Worldwide and J-Hope made Namjoon feel calm by reminding him that everything was going to be okay, or making sure that he went to sleep or ate a meal, V made Namjoon feel calm just because the former was. V always seemed so well adjusted. Whenever Namjoon felt like it was game over, V was somewhere in the base laughing as if to remind Namjoon that there was no need to worry, that he could do this.

    Chimmy made sure to watch after V which gave Namjoon a sense of relief. Occasionally the cleric would walk up and hug Namjoon unprompted, which was strange at first because Namjoon was not big on physical affection, but Namjoon realized it was more about what Chimmy needed than what he did. Recently, it seemed like Chimmy needed to hug Namjoon whenever Namjoon needed a hug, so he figured it was a mutually beneficial act.

    The tanks weren't as big on playing the "cheer up" game as the rest. Cooky was the strongest member, definitely physically and probably emotionally as well. He's like Phoenix in that way, both of them willing to do whatever it takes to get out of here. Namjoon always feels guilty asking them to do things because he knows they'll say yes no matter what the consequence. He genuinely can't believe they aren't falling apart with the things he's asked them to do.

    Agust D is that way too, but Namjoon can't bring himself to ask him to do anything. He always volunteers though, and Namjoon can't bring himself to ask him not to either. He acts like everything is okay, but he's changed. Namjoon didn't notice it at first, but Worldwide and J-Hope knew right away.

    Namjoon hears Chimmy say that the owner is here, and he gives Worldwide and Phoenix the nod to head inside, as Taehyung turns to reveal a man in a purple suit, counting money in a booth at the back of the bar.

    Agust D snorts beside him, and Namjoon can't hold back the laugh that falls from his lips at the theatrics of the game. It feels so morbid, because he still feels bad for killing this probable illusion, but the game never ceases to surprise him with the sheer level of absurdness it's willing to go to.

    Phoenix and Worldwide pass through V's line of sight a few moments later, prompting him and Chimmy to pretend they're playing pool so that the Beast Lord is close enough to pick up the conversation.

   “May I help you?” the owner asks, bringing his money closer to him, as if robbery is the worst of what Phoenix and Worldwide are there to do.

   “That depends,” Worldwide asks, his voice charming, “are you the owner?”

   “Who’s asking?”

   “My girl and I would like to talk business," Worldwide replied, pulling Phoenix into his side.

   “I think your girl isn’t very interested in talking the owner said, eyeing the slit on her leg, and causing a curse to fall from Yoongi’s mouth.

   “What?” Namjoon asked turning towards the necromancer, ready to scold him for the jealousy he assumes he must be feeling in this moment. If Agust D is trying to keep his feelings for Phoenix a secret he's doing a terrible job.

   “He knows,” he said, moving towards the door of the car.

   “Agust D,” Namjoon warned, grabbing his arm. “We don’t know that yet, don’t blow the operation.”

    “Let go,” the necromancer said, just as V cursed, and began moving towards Worldwide and Phoenix.

    Namjoon watched as the owner pulled a gun on Phoenix. “Who sent you?” he demanded.

    Namjoon turned to follow Agust D just as the necromancer entered the bar. J-Hope grabbed his arm, keeping the Wizard in his place.

    "Let's see what he has planned."

   As he crashed into the bar, Yoongi was momentarily distracted by Worldwide’s power. The rest of the room remained frozen, as the enchanter did his crowd work. The only threat was the owner as long as Worldwide was able to sustain this. Yoongi almost let himself feel relief at that.

   “Please,” Phoenix said as Yoongi neared the table, her hands up by her head. Too far away from her concealed knife for Yoongi’s liking.

   “Well, how polite,” the owner said, pressing the barrel of his gun to Phoenix’s chest. “Tell your friends to leave,” he said.

   “Worldwide, Chimmy and V, leave,” she said motioning with her head towards the door.

   “And the new one,” he said, looking right at Yoongi.

   Phoenix looked over her shoulder, offering Yoongi a small smile to try and comfort him. “I’m okay,” she said. “Leave.”

    Yoongi almost scoffed. If anyone really believed he ran in here just for the computer generated purple suit man to tell him to leave, they really hadn't been paying attention to how Yoongi was playing this game.

   “Take me instead,” Yoongi spoke up, raising his hands over his head. “Get everyone else out of here and just the two of us can talk.”

    “Stop,” Phoenix said. “You can’t keep doing this.”

    “Why not?” Yoongi asked, slowly taking steps towards Worldwide and Phoenix. “Worldwide, get everyone out, and I’ll do whatever this nice man wants, yeah?”

    The owner shrugged. “I don’t give a shit who leaves, as long as they take all their weapons with them.”

    “Okay,” Yoongi said. “Frisk me, and hand whatever you find to Phoenix.”

    “Nice try,” the owner replied. “but I think I’ll be keeping whatever I find.”

    “Okay,” Yoongi said, as the owner pressed his gun closer to Phoenix’s chest.

    “Run,” the owner said, to which Phoenix nodded, before shooting Yoongi a look that said if he survived this, he would die.

    He wasn’t certain he would live, though he liked his chances considering he might already be undead. His plan wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t really even good, but he figured it was better than whatever sitting-duck plan the rest of them had.

    He kept running through the night in his head. Phoenix should have killed the owner automatically. Worldwide never should have spoken to the owner. It was careless. Or actually, Yoongi thought, it was Mono caring too much. Yoongi was pretty sure the wizard wanted to give the owner a chance to prove his humanity. A chance to confirm Mono's greatest fear, that Bangtan was becoming a monster. But that wasn't the case. All of this was a sick game made by the creator, and the owner was just another way to torture them. He wasn't real.

    And he wasn't going to get a chance to walk out of here and hurt the rest of the guild. Yoongi was going to make sure of that. He just wasn't so sure he was going to get to walk out of here himself.

     Here goes nothing.

    "Fuck," you cursed as you joined the rest of Bangtan outside of the bar. "What's his fucking problem?" you asked, running your hands through your hair, a look of disbelief on your face.

    “What’s his plan?” Namjoon practically shouted, the change in events clearly stressing him out.

    “I don’t know that he has one,” Worldwide responded calmly. “He just saved us, because that’s what he does.”

    Namjoon nodded his head, though he still looked as stressed as before. You all were blind now, unable to see what was happening. It killed you.

    You hated him for this. He should have let you die, he had already saved your life once. Now you owed him twice-over. You'd never be able to make it up to him now.

    But what was worse was the way your heart ached at the thought of never seeing him again. You were starting to think he had a death wish, and you would kill him for that, the irony be damned.

   You didn't have time to register what was happening, as you were knocked from your feet and thrown a meter from the building. You only realize he's in trouble, when J-Hope curses beside you, a scream tearing from your mouth as the whole building in front of you is ablaze. It's like a bomb has gone off, and you feel anger consume your heart as you realize that means the creator led you in there to shoot the guild like fish in a barrel.

    You're on your feet, as tears begin to fall from your eyes, your throat raw and aching as you raise an arm to cover your face from the heat of the fire. You fall to your knees once you realize that there's no way he could have survived it, the flames are everywhere.

    You should have fought him harder. You should have insisted he leave. You were strong enough to take the owner on, though the gun was a problem you hadn't quite figured out how to fix yet. You just needed a few more moments to think, but Agust D had to be a fucking hero like he always was.

    You fucking hate him for that. You hated that he didn't think about how much this would hurt you. You hated how much this hurt. Mostly you hated that of all the people in this game, he was the one you liked the most, and again you let yourself feel close to someone, just for this hell of a game to rip them away from you forever.

    You're crying so hard you can barely make him out, when Agust D emerged from the entrance, the flames not even making him flinch. Your mouth falls open as you try to form words, but you're feeling too many things for any human language to express. You realize two things at once: you're gaping at him like a fish out of water and he is completely naked in front of you. You turn away, a heat on your cheeks as you look at Chimmy, who has the audacity to wink, before removing his jacket and walking towards Agust D.

    Two jackets tied around his hips, and one covering his torso later, Agust D holds a key up to the group as you turn back around to face him.

    "He lives a few blocks from here,” he coughed, smoke coming out as if he was a dragon.

    You wonder if maybe he is now. That would explain a few things, namely the walking through fire part.

    “Agust D,” you started, your voice cracking a little. You take the few steps between the two of you and pull him into a hug. It was so unlike you, and you could tell the rest of the group realized this as the air grew thick around you. “Don’t fucking sacrifice yourself for me again,” you said as you pulled back, your watery eyes meeting his.

   “But it worked out so well,” he said, just as Chimmy cleared his throat behind them.

   “I just want to make sure you’re okay,” the cleric said.

   “Right,” you said, quickly taking the key from Yoongi’s hand and stepping away.

    “You two head back,” Namjoon said to Chimmy and Agust D. "We'll get the tech for Mr. Moon."

    The ramen he made after finally getting back to his apartment just isn't hitting the spot the way it used to. As he sits alone at the small table J-Hope brought him after insisting he should make his apartment more homey, he can't help replay how everyone looked at him. He knew Chimmy wanted to ask how he survived it, his eyes keep meeting Yoongi as he ran through all of the tests he had learned as a cleric, but just like before Yoongi didn’t know. Apparently he was one of those fireproof zombies.

    He thinks the worst part of it all was Phoenix. She looked so sad, an emotion he had never seen from her. She was many things, but a crier was not one of them, yet she shed tears for him. He knew he should have felt sad himself, but his heart practically fluttered at the thought that Phoenix liked him. That maybe she liked him as much as he liked her.

    A knock at his door brings him back to reality, his ramen having grown cold as he replayed the night in his head over and over.

    When he opens the door, he has to work hard to maintain his composure at the sight of Phoenix. He's just about to ask her if she wanted to come in, when she closes the distance between the two of them, and places her hand lightly on the back of his neck, encouraging his lips to hers.

    And then they're kissing, and Yoongi is using every fiber of his body to try not to cause another explosion, but she feels so soft under his hands and so sweet against his lips. He holds her tightly against him for fear that this is all a dream and she'll disappear at any moment.

    When she pulls away, all Yoongi can do is stare back in disbelief. He’s thought about this moment so many times since the game change, it almost doesn’t feel real now.

    “Thank you,” she said as she looked up at him. “You really have to stop saving me though.”

    “I can’t,” he said. “Not unless you stop putting yourself in danger.”

    “I can take care of myself.”

    “I know,” he replied, his thumb running over her cheek as he studied her face. “but if you die, we all do. There’s no way we make it out without you.”

    “Well,” she said, a tinge of blush on her cheeks. “if you die, then I won’t make it out. So, no more hero shit.”

    “You think I’m a hero?” he asked, smirking.

    “No, you think you’re a hero. I think you’re an idiot that’s trying to get himself killed.”

    “So far that doesn’t seem possible,” he said, looking down at his feet, as she unraveled herself from him.

    “Yeah,” Phoenix said. “I’m glad the game’s keeping you around.”

    “Yeah?”

    “Yeah,” she smiled. “Good night, Agust D.” she said with a small wave.

    “You could stay,” he offered, a little embarrassed with how quickly it fell from his lips.

    “In your dreams,” she said with a wink, before turning and walking away.

     She was right he thought. She’d be in his dreams tonight; just as she had been every other night.

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[halfbloodglader]

Can I request something REALLY angsty with gally x reader where ben goes crazy and attacks her instead? You write gally very well. You write all of the tmr characters very well. thank you for your work!

Gally x Reader - You Could Have Waited,  2,285 words

As if he was destined to live an awful life, Gally always felt like the world was against him. He struggled to make and keep friends, always wound up hurting himself on accident, and always let the wrong words past his lips. It wasn’t that he meant to, but he felt like he had no control over what spilled out of his mouth sometimes. And, because of that, his defence mechanism had turned into a deterrent which made everyone fear him. Based on the fact that he lived in an inescapable stone box, he wouldn’t be surprised if the people who had put him in here with no memory were also able of controlling what he said sometimes. It was like the people who put him in this place wanted everyone to hate him. 

Gally was kind. He was brave, and he was hardworking. He didn’t always come across like that to the other Gladers, though. 

There was one person who managed to see past his rough exterior. It was Y/N, the Glade’s only girl. 

Like the universe had it planned to play even more cruel tricks on Gally, the gardens were perfectly positioned across the Glade from the homestead where Gally worked. There was Y/N, tying vines with Newt and Zart, her soft laughter wafting across the Glade. 

The builder nearly jumped out of his skin when a tap came at his shoulder. He turned to find Alby standing there with a smug smile.

“Newt said there was an incident in the gardens and there are some repairs needed. Go check it out, will you?” 

Taking a deep breath, the builder mustered all of the confidence he could. “Yeah, I’ve got it.”

For Gally, it felt like he’d fallen into a trance while walking over to the gardens. When he arrived, he didn’t even remember the trip over, but he was met with Y/N sooner than he had hoped. 

“Hey,” Gally nodded and tilted his nose to the sky in order to keep his head up a little. He had no clue why he did it, maybe it had always just made him feel tougher. “Alby said something needed fixing?”

“Yeah!” Y/N laughed lightly and grabbed Gally’s arm, making him flinch. She brought him towards the wreckage and he was finally able to breath again when she released his arm. 

“Ah, Y/N, what the shuck did you do?” He gained the confidence to tease Y/N a little and regretted it once he felt her first collide with his arm. 

“Nothing! It was Zart!” She crossed her arms. “And me. A little…”

“You crashed into it.” Zart snickered. 

Y/N  grumbled. “You pushed me!” 

“Touche.” The blonde track-hoe went back to weeding the carrot patch, laughing to himself. 

Gally looked in amusement to Y/N for a moment, his knees almost buckling at the sight of her face scrunched up in anger. It wasn’t a vicious or mean kind of rage at Zart, more of a playful one. She was probably plotting her revenge against him. Maybe a bucket of water over the head or worms in the gardening gloves. Whatever it was, it must’ve been good because she smirked to herself.

“What?” She asked, a brow cocked as she stared at Gally blankly. 

“N-Nothing,” He brushed it off and turned to the damaged lattice. “You’re just—uh—you’re cute when you’re mad.”

When he saw Y/N’s face fall, that was when he realized what he’d said. “Wait—no! I mean—I don’t—“

The sheer look of horror on the girls face was soon replaced with one of amusement. She laughed a little, brushing it off. “Anything I can help with?” She redirected his attention.

“Uhh, yeah.” He cleared his throat. “You see the lumber over there?”

Y/N nodded, eyeing the pile of wood Gally pointed to. “Mind bringing over a couple pieces?”

“Sure!” Y/N happily obliged, running off on her mission.

Gally had been working for close to five minutes and Y/N still hadn’t returned with any of the lumber. He knew it shouldn’t have taken her any longer than a couple of minutes, so he began to grow suspicious of where she’d gotten off to. Y/N wasn’t a slacker so Gally knew she wasn’t hiding in the shade somewhere taking a nap.

When he heard the screams, he knew something had gone wrong. Very, very wrong. Those weren’t normal screams coming from across the Glade, they were deep, guttural and nauseating. Obviously they weren’t coming from Y/N, but…

Then he saw it. Ben was chasing Thomas, the new greenie, out of the woods. Of course, Y/N being the girl she was, had to jump right in and save Thomas.

“Ben!” She yelled, running alongside the tall, blonde runner. “Ben stop it! Thomas didn’t do anything!”

Something about that statement had lit a fuse in Ben because his full attention was now on Y/N. His body twitched like a rabid animal and he lunged forwards, knocking Y/N to the ground.

“Shit!” Gally yelled, taking off across the Glade as quick as he could. “No, no—Newt! NEWT! HELP HER!”

He watched as Ben clambered over Y/N and began striking her face repeatedly with already bloody fists. From as far off as Gally currently was, he could hear Y/N’s cries for Ben to stop between hits. It was as if he could feel every single strike Ben sent down upon Y/N on his own skin, stinging him like little tongues of fire.  

Y/N fought back with a force Gally never would have expected to come from her, but it was nothing compared to the complete mad man on top of her who currently seemed to feel no pain or remorse.

Gally could run, but he could only run so fast. His legs only carried him towards Y/N so fast and the only thing he could think of was that he would never be fast enough. If it weren’t for Newt swooping in and taking ben down with a hit to the head with a shovel, Gally knew things would have turned out much worse.

The impact of Newt’s hit was barely enough to disorient Ben long enough for Gally to ram straight into Y/N, throwing her back into the grass a few feet. It was just far enough so Ben couldn’t reach her again, and Gally sat there with the girl beneath him, his body shielding hers until he knew the other boys had Ben under control.

“Someone get him!” Gally demanded impatiently, and luckily, some of the boys were already on it. Alby’s hollers could be heard from a little ways off and Newt was shouting orders. 

Once he knew it was as safe as it could be, Gally loosened his grip and looked down. There was Y/N, curled up beneath him with her eyes shut and arms over her head. Blood was still dripping from her nose and bruises were scattered across her face. “Shit Y/N.”

Y/N shakily forced her way to her knees and turned around. Gally, however, wasn’t about to let her go incase Ben decided he wanted to take another few shots. He had her trapped in his arms as they watched the situation before them unfold. 

“Hey, uh, you can let go.” Y/N was breathing hard, and even though she’d sent out words that sounded confident and put together, the grip she had on Gally’s arms which were wrapped around her shoulders said otherwise. Her fingers dug into his skin and her head fell back on his chest, unable to hold it up on her own. 

Gally was glad he didn’t release her because if he hadn’t had a strong hold on her, she probably would have thrown herself right back into danger. Newt and a few of the other builders were now holding Ben down, pinned completely to the ground as he wailed in agony. 

“HEY! STOP IT!” Y/N screamed, her voice so sharp is cut at Gally’s skin. “YOU’RE HURTING HIM!”

Y/N kicked and thrashed, fighting with all of her strength against Gally. The builder wanted just as much as Y/N for Ben to be put somewhere safe until they could sort this out, but the Gladers had to restrain him one way or another so he didn’t hurt anyone else. He’d already done enough damage to Y/N, but she was so wrapped up int he situation she either didn’t care or she didn’t notice. 

“He’s stung, Y/N!” Gally made sure he forced out the words loud enough  so she’d hear it over the commotion. “You really want them to let him go now?!”

She didn’t respond which made Gally certain he’d gotten his point across. 

Standing there and staring at Ben and feeling Y/N shake under his arms, Gally forgot how quickly his life could be turned upside down. He’d forgotten how little it took to make him hate the world, the creators and everything that happened to him. The ease at which resentment, fright and hostility could swell in his mind and body scared him.  

Right now, he needed to get away. He needed to let his friends deal with Ben and his job was to now take Y/N away from what she was seeing. Without thinking twice, Gally picked the girl up and tossed her over his shoulder, making his way toward the medjack hut. He ignored Y/N’s cries and the hitting to his back and continued walking as far away from Ben and the others as he could. 

“Alright,” Gally stopped and let Y/N down from his shoulder, setting her in the grass outside of the medjack hut. “Stay here while I go get some things.”

He waited for Y/N to respond but she just stared blankly out into the Glade in shock. “Y/N.” He said louder.

That caught her attention, but Gally almost wished it hadn’t. Y/N looked up at him with hazy eyes brimming with tears. She looked broken, lost and like she was about to pass out. She looked far, far different than from just ten minutes ago when she’d walked off with a wide smile on her face.

“Stay here, okay?” Gally choked back, waiting for her to nod. She did and so he made his way into the medjack hut, gathering supplies as quick as he could. 

When he made his way back out, Y/N was sitting cross legged in the grass, desperately trying to wipe the blood off of her hands. She was panicking, the severity of the situation now settling in. One of the Gladers she knew the best and for the longest was now stung and had attacked her so viciously it was obvious he was out of his mind.

“Hey, hey—“ Gally knelt down beside Y/N, taking her hands in his and waiting until she stopped struggling. “It’s going to be okay. We need to get you fixed up.”

“I’m fine, let’s go—“ She tried to get up but Gally knew she’d try and was ready to push her shoulders back down.

“No you’re not.” He looked her deep in the eyes and made her focus. “You’re hurt bad. So just…let me look after you, alright?” 

Y/N softened under his grip and she gave up. “Ok.”

Gally sighed in relief and started at Y/N’s legs, wiping away the dirt and mud, moving up her her arms which were also covered in dirt, but making sure to wipe away the blood on her hands first. Then, he reached her face, scanning it over sadly. 

His expression told Y/N things didn’t look good. “Is it bad?” She asked.

Gally pressed his lips together and carefully began to wipe away the blood. “He got you good a few times, I’ll tell you that much.”

Y/N huffed and winced when Gally got a little too close to the split skin at the end of her brow. “Ouch.” She whimpered. “I don’t remember it hurting that much a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah, your adrenaline is wearing off.” Gally explained as he continued to work. “It’s gonna hurt a while.”

Y/N sat placidly, obviously thinking, her mind spinning in circles. 

“Don’t ever do that shit again, hear me?” Gally spat. “You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“He was going to hurt Thomas!” She fought back. “I had to do something.”

Gally took in a sharp breath and tried to relax himself. “You could have gotten help first, alright?”

Y/N lowered her gaze in a mixture of shame, guilt and a fear of looking Gally in the eyes.

The builder gently wiped away one last streak of blood before lowering his hands. “All I want is for you to be safe. This place isn’t anything without you and wasn’t anything until you got here. If I—if we lose you, things won’t be the same.” 

“Thanks Gally.” The corner of Y/N’s mouth lifted into a sad, sore smile. 

Smiling back a little, he put his hands on her shoulders and ran a thumb over her cheek. “We’ll figure this out. But stick with me until we know it’s safe, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.” Y/N agreed. It was gong to be a long day working with the others to decide Ben’s fate. Truth was, they already knew what it was going to be. But, Gally knew that at each others sides, things might just pass by as bearable. 

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[scarofthewind]

PLEASE WRITE A SEQUEL TO THE BUBBA FIC IM CRYING

A/N: I just got out of my classes and saw so many requests for a second part to the Bubba one I wrote last night. I hope you enjoy! Bubba will talk quite a bit in this, please don’t point out that he really doesn’t even say anything because I don’t care. I will make him talk as much as I want to. Warnings: AngstWord Count: 1,494This is Pt.2 - if you haven’t read the first part it’s here.

The room you were in consisted of a metal table and two chairs, one for you and one for the cop sitting across the table- papers and files covering the surface. “Your parents would like to see you, if you’d let them. You’ve been gone for a long time.” He said with a sad expression.

“I already told you that I will not be meeting with anyone. I want to take my son and leave.” You snapped. It took them a while before you’d let them put your boy in a different room with some toys so that they could talk alone with you, but it still made you nervous. 

“It’s been two weeks since we found you and brought you here. Your mind should be clear by now.” The officer grunted, drinking coffee out of his Styrofoam cup. “You were kidnapped by the Sawyer family years ago, is that correct?” 

“No, that’s not true.” You sighed, gritting your teeth.

“They killed your friends didn’t they? That’s why they weren’t there with you.” He wrote down your responses in messy handwriting.

“Yes, they did.”

“And how is it that only you survived?” He asked, his eyes searching yours to try to find an answer. “Your boy is the offspring of one of them right? Which one?” 

“That is none of your concern. And I survived because I was nice to them, genuinely. Not trying to get on their good side just to try and escape later.” 

The officer nodded, jotting your words down, “When my team heard you were missing all those years ago, we never stopped looking. Took us a long time, but we found you.” 

“How?” You asked, sitting up in your chair and putting your hands on the table. 

“We found your friend’s car, abandoned in some old gas station parking lot. We never thought to look for y’all so far away.” He sighed, running a hand through his white hair.

“They all died within the first week.” You said, clearing your throat as you remembered their screams and faces of agony. 

“All four of them?” He asked and you nodded. “(Y/N), are any of the Sawyers alive?” 

You stared at him for a moment before shrugging, “They all left in winter two years ago, each went their separate ways. I never saw them again.” Part of that was the truth, they really did leave- except Bubba.

“Why didn’t you leave the house then?” 

“Because I didn’t know where I was and I wasn’t going to risk getting lost when I have a son to take car of and protect. The house is nice, it’s our home.” 

“Did you love the man who gave you the child?” He asked, looking at you with sincere eyes. You bit your tongue, knowing where this was going. 

“This wasn’t a case of Stockholm syndrome, so don’t you dare think it was!” You hissed, banging your hands on the table. “I fell in love with him because he protected me from the rest of his family- he cared about me!” You had to make sure you used past-tense incase the officer caught on.

“Then why did he leave?” He asked, finishing his cup of coffee.

“He didn’t. He died last fall, in his sleep.” You bit your lip, hating having to think about him being dead. 

The man went quiet and nodded. “Did you help them kill anyone while you stayed there?” 

“NO.” Lies, all of this was a lie to get back to where you needed to be. “I’ve answered all your damn questions. I’m leaving.” You growled, getting up and going to the door.

“Your parents are with your boy.” The cop said, getting up and walking out behind you as you stomped off to where your son was. 

A pair of wrinkly people looked at you and smiled, tears filling their eyes. “Honey we missed you so much!” 

“Don’t worry we’ll make sure your safe back at home.” The woman said. These were your parents, but you didn’t want them here, you didn’t want to stay with them. Their faces were aggravating to look at and something about what your mother said tipped you off. 

“Me? What about (sons name)?” He stood up and hugged your legs. 

Their faces turned to disgust and you felt your temperament grow. “You don’t want to keep something that they forced you to have.” 

“Excuse me?” You growled, noticing the cop gently touch your shoulder. “He didn’t force me to do anything! We loved each other.” 

“You can’t be serious, (Y/N). They were psychopaths.” Your father argued.

Shaking your head, you grabbed your son by the arms and picked him up, putting him on your side. “You two haven’t changed at all. If they were crazy, then I might just be as well.” You turned to the officer, “I need to borrow a map and a car. Now.”

You held back tears of frustration until you sat in the small maroon car they gave you, saying it had enough gas to get you back home. “Momma, are we going home now?” Your son asked from the back seat and you nodded, starting the car and beginning your two hour drive. 

You almost got lost a few times but in the end, you found yourself pulling up on the side of the dirt road, towards an all-to-familiar house. You shook your son awake and he sat up, wiping the drool off his chin. “We’re home.” You smiled, getting gout of the car and making sure he did as well, turning to look at the house. 

The basket and smashed food wasn’t on the ground anymore and the front porch light was on, illuminating a figure who dropped the hammer he was holding and started to run towards you. Your heart ached with happiness and you couldn’t fight back tears that fell down your face. “Daddy!” Your son shouted, pulling on your arm to walk faster over to him. 

You could hear Bubba’s cries of joy from behind his mask, his crying was obvious too when your son tackled him and knocked the mask off his head. Your husband held your son tight against him, kissing the top of his head. “Did you protect your momma?” He mumbled, looking over him to make sure he was alright. 

“Yes sir. We had to lie to the police so we could leave.” (Sons name) said, looking back at you and letting go of his dad.

“You go inside and find something to eat. Don’t make a mess though.” You told him and he nodded, running into the house. As you were trying to wipe your tears away, Bubba wrapped his arms around you.

“I was scared.” He sniffed, pulling back from the hug a bit to look at you. 

“I was too, I thought they weren’t going to let me go. They knew everything, my parents even showed up.” You sighed, taking a deep breath. Bubba ran his hands along your back and waist, moving one of them up to cup your cheek. “Thank you for not coming and looking for us. They would’ve killed you and after being away from you these past weeks I felt like you were already gone.” 

“Just listening to my wife’s orders.” Bubba smiled, leaning down and kissing you gently. “Don’t ever leave me that long again.” 

“I won’t. I’m never gonna leave you, Bubba. I love you too much to do that.” You smiled, letting him rest his forehead against yours. 

“I love you too.” He whispered, kissing you again before walking with you back to the house. 

*

Later that night, after you tucked your son into bed, you went to your shared bedroom where Bubba was already at, and lied next to him on the old bed. “You didn’t sleep at all did you?” You asked, staring  up at him as he turned off the lamp, the moon the only source of light in the room.

“No.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. 

“You didn’t eat either?” You sighed, pulling the covers over the two of you. 

“No.” He replied, “I waited.” You tilted your head to look him in the eyes.

“You can’t do that, Bubba. If I get taken away from you like that, you need to take care of yourself until I come back.” He just stared at you as you spoke, his mind thinking about how beautiful you looked under the moonlight. 

One of his hands came up to touch your face and you blushed. “Did you listen to me?” You frowned. His answer was a chaste kiss on your lips as his hand went back to its spot, gently rubbing your back. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” He said, watching you close your eyes. For the first night in two weeks you both got the good nights sleep you needed; in each other’s embrace, safe from the harm of the outside world.

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