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candychronicles · 3 years

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elysian // s. daichi

A/N: my take on the Haikyuu Headquarters mythology nsfw collab! this was my first time writing for Daichi. i took a greek myth route and had so much fun!!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Daichi Sawamura x F!reader

WORD COUNT: 2,859

WARNINGS: manipulation, oral (F!receiving), mentions of several religions

SYNOPSIS: all your life you had been fighting only to end up at a boring 9-5 with nowhere to turn. Daichi has a proposition and you accept without realizing the consequences.

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you were always fascinated with the idea of something larger than you, something so fantastical and great that it consumed the earth over and over again. while many people turned to other religions or no religion at all, satiating their own desires for redemption, love and acceptance, you chose to dig deeper, look at what truly resonated with your life and dutifully settled upon the greek gods.

they didn’t sugarcoat the bad things they did, that they used their power any way they pleased, that they were stronger, faster and larger than life. they were powerful gods who held powerful positions and were unpredictable, wild and fluid in their dance with humanity. you admired the stories from years ago of how they defeated the titans and split the land between the three sons: the skies for Zeus, the seas for Poseidon and the underworld for Hades.

Hades had always spoken to you in a way you couldn’t describe. when you worshipped him needing guidance, offering him dark chocolate and sweet, rich red wines, he complied with very little hesitation, always wanting to seemingly please you as long as you kept up your worshipping of him. he became quite moody, jealous and wouldn’t want to talk to you for days if you spent too much time interacting with the other gods. to be frank, you loved the attention he showered you with and felt at ease knowing he would protect you for life.

sighing, you pulled your apron tight around your waist, ready for another day at work slinging coffees and cakes to the less than pleasant customers that walked through the door. being a barista seemed like fun in cliche stories and movies but it was actually just another job that got you through your boring summer.

it only took an hour before people began screaming and shouting, angry at your lack of speed and pleasant smile on your face. it was just you and two other people there serving a line of ten plus at any given time and while you all tried your best, things never seemed to go the way they were planned.

“one large coffee, black.”

you took a deep breath before plastering a smile on your face, giving the man with the honey sweet voice a price and looking up, the smile threatening to spill onto your cheeks as you recognized Daichi, one of your favorite customers and now good friends.

“thought you might need one friendly face among the crowd of crazy,” he joked, tapping his sleek black credit card against the machine to pay, making sure to leave a hefty tip before nodding and walking away.

he sat for another two hours in the shop, nursing on his coffee and working on his laptop as he waited for you to get a break. when the line finally died down, your rushed from behind the counter and plopped yourself down in the booth across from him.

“what brings your handsome face around here?” you asked, tapping your feet against the ground as the anxiety of the day began to wear off.

“coming to see you as always,” he replied smoothly, downing the last of his coffee before placing the cup back on the table.

“you haven’t been around for awhile,” you pouted, not caring that you sounded desperate.

“i’m sorry but you know work can get oddly busy at times. how about i make it up to you? dinner, tonight at seven? my treat, anywhere you want to go.”

you gaped at him, not sure of what to say. you two had been flirting for months, the only friendly face you had really seen outside of the occasional older lady who always bought you a snack or drink for being so kind and patient with them. he was always sweet as candy, sugary words viscously flowing out of his mouth. at first you thought he was just some tightwad business man looking to get into your pants but as you got to know him, you realized he was just naturally kind, always looking out for the underdog. he treated you with the respect and decency that you deserved and maybe you were just so used to being treated like shit most of the time but his upfront and honest nature just blew you away.

before you had a chance to even reply, he looked at his phone, frowned and stood up.

“i’ll see you at seven, text me your address, yeah?”

with that and a gentle caress of your chin, he practically dissolved into thin air. you blinked once, twice, three times trying to process what had just happened before digging into your pocket to text him your address, not even remembering giving him your number but sure enough, there he sat in your contact with a simple flower next to his name.

the rest of the day went by in a blur and before you knew it, you were sitting on your couch, donned in your best dress, sparkling earrings dangling from your ears and shiny jewels adorning your body. you frowned as you checked the time, noticing it was already ten past seven. just as you were about to give up, you received a text from Daichi.

i’m sorry princess. something big came up at work. i’ll make it up to you. first thing in the morning, dress for the outdoors and bring a jacket, it’ll be a bit chilly where we’re going. i’ll see you then.

you huffed, throwing your phone down on the couch before stuffing your face in your hands, trying not to cry. you began methodically undressing yourself, taking off all your accessories and makeup, barely listening to the TV in the back drone on about some factory explosion that had happened in the next town over, killing two hundred people practically at once. you stopped to share some of the jewels with Hades, lighting his black flame and watching it dance in excitement, thanking him for never leaving you, even in the harshest of times. with all the makeup off, the dress peeled from your body and your shiny jewels laid on the table, you collapsed in bed, too tired and confused to dress yourself again.

a knock on the door had you scrambling off of your bed, hurrying to find a robe before peeking through the peephole to see who woke you up at such an early time on your rare day off. your eyes widened in surprise before squeaking, peeling the door open just a pinch to greet Daichi who held a rather large bouquet of flowers in his hand, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and squinting his eyes as he held the petals out towards you.

“Daichi, i-”

“i’m real sorry about last night. crazy last minute meeting, totally unexpected. i promised i’d make it up to you though, right?”

you opened the door to him at that, blushing when you realized you were only in your robe before practically sprinting to your bedroom to begin getting ready. when you were ready, jacket in hand, you walked back out, a sheepish smile on your face.

“i uh, really didn’t think you would be here in the morning. thought you were just trying to lead me on or something,” you confessed.

“now doll, i think you know me better than that by now,” he chastised, standing up from your couch to offer you his arm.

you took it instantly, a bounce in your step as you followed him out of your apartment, listening to the door close with a resounding thud.

it took only a few minutes before you were sat in his sleek black car practically oozing with the feeling of money. you gingerly sat down in the leather seats, instantly feeling drowsy. shaking your head, you tried to fight it off but was stopped by Daichi.

“it’ll be a little bit of a drive before we get to where we’re going. you can take a nap, it’s okay. i’m a safe driver. i promise i won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

with his soothing words, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, allowing yourself to be completely relaxed in his presence.

a small jerk woke you up and you blinked, looking out the window to see fields and fields of picture perfect flowers. you were practically surrounded by them, the only clearing being the dirt road you came on and patch of grass leading up to a hill.

“Daichi…” you breathed, speechless by the beauty of the location.

“c’mon, lets eat.”

you practically scurried out of the car, eyes wide as you continued to scan your surroundings. he dutifully began taking the picnic out of the car, setting down the blanket, basket, food and drink in a tasteful and elegant way. you absolutely melted seeing all the delicious food that was laid out for you. before you had a chance to eat, however, Daichi grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into his arms and looking you in the eyes.

“y’know, i’ve been absolutely fascinated with you since the first day i met you, all doe-eyed and innocent. the world has knocked you down so many times and yet you still get back up to fight another day. tell me, if i offered you a life of luxury, of eternal peace, full of love and richness, never having to work a day in your life if you didn’t want to, would you take it?”

you were taken aback by his words, not understanding where they were coming from. sure, you two had spent so much time chatting at your coffee shop, sharing your hopes and dreams with him, confiding in him like you would no one else, but you didn’t realize he had taken it all to heart, that he had actually fallen in love with you like you him. you didn’t even realize in that moment that you had even really loved him until he said those words, looked deep into your soul like he knew everything about you and then some.

“i mean, if you’re offering, yeah, i think i’d like a life like that, but maybe once i got to know you first,” you only half joked, wanting to know more about him, a sucker for an idyllic life.

“just say yes and you can spend all the time in the world getting to know me.”

“yes, Daichi, i would take it in a heartbeat.”

he surged forward with that, lips attaching to your own with such ferocity that you weren’t even sure what to do. he tasted like rich chocolate, wine and coffee, a delicious medley on your tongue as you reacted on instinct alone. something about this, with him, felt so right. your head was muddled with thoughts of Daichi and only Daichi, a man who was so mysterious and yet so supportive, always there when you needed him, seemingly popping up out of the blue on your worst days. listening to your problems with a frown on his face, doing everything he possibly could to make you feel better, never overstepping his boundaries and cherishing the time you spent together like there was no tomorrow.

he whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he took you to the ground, flowers crunching around your body as he laid on top of you, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin of your neck, relishing in the way you went breathless just from his lips alone.

“tell me that you want me, that you need me, that you worship me, that i’m the only man you’ll ever need,” he commanded, popping the buttons open on your shirt and ravishing your chest, tweaking your bare nipples in his hands, the cold shocking you to the core.

“you’re all i’ll ever need, Daichi,” you confirmed, too consumed in your own pleasure, wanting to feel more and more of him until he was all you could think of.

“let me take care of you princess.”

with that, he delicately pulled your shirt off, your pants coming down next, your underwear not receiving such a kind fate as they were cruelly ripped off your body. you gasped as you felt his hot breath on your thigh, squirming underneath his touch, the way his tongue danced along your inner thigh, flesh sinking in between his teeth. you whined at the way his cold fingers ghosted over your clit, just barely there but enough to make you go crazy.

“Daichi, please, i need you, please.”

he complied without resistance, his tongue darting out to kitten lick your clit, relishing in the way you instantly melted underneath his touch. you were absolutely enraptured with the way he felt against your body, the cool of his hand tracing seemingly meaningless patterns against your silky inner thigh, his other sinking into your heat, enveloping his digits with warmth, something he rarely felt, his tongue licking and sucking on your bud like your life depended on it. it was all too much, the feeling of him on top of you, doting on you like you were everything to him and you came suddenly, pulsating around his fingers, your own carded in his hair to ground yourself, tears leaking out of your eyes at the sheer feeling of him, only him.

he slowly calmed you down from your high, eyes never leaving his body as his fingers gently continued to pump in and out of you, his other hand continuing to soothe your body, kisses placed anywhere he could reach. when you were finally calm, he removed his fingers, still cold despite the warmth the received, and licked them clean, watching as your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the sight of him worshipping you.

“let’s get you cleaned up and get some food in you, yeah?”

he spent the next few minutes gently wiping you off, dressing you back in most of your clothes sans the underwear he destroyed, a sheepish and apologetic smile on his face as he promised to buy you a new pair, no matter the price. you shrugged your jacket on over your shoulders, finally noticing how cold it was, a chill running straight to your core as you tightened clothing around you.

after a few moments of catching your breath, you stood up with the help of Daichi, walking over to the picnic and sitting down, mouth drooling at the sight of food, suddenly ravenous.

“were you really serious about saying yes, about being mine forever?”

“like i said Daichi, i do want to get to know you better, but i can’t deny i’m not falling in love with you. something about you feels familiar, like you’ve been with me my whole life, like you know me better than i know myself. i feel so comfortable and safe around you. so yes, call me a dumb romantic, but i was serious about that.”

with a satisfied nod, he began feeding you, watching you closely as you swallowed food after food, a delighted smile on your face. you felt stronger, more relaxed, less cold and certainly happier eating and drinking, taking the time to really talk to Daichi, learn about him, his thoughts and feelings, some of his tragic past and your heart hurt more and more as you listened to him.

when all was said and done, you stood up, wiping the crumbs off your body as looked at Daichi, a smile plastered on your face.

“when are you taking me home?” you questioned, looking around the field to see if you could spot anything else to do.

“well, my dear, whenever you’re ready, i’ll show you your new home right away. after all, what kind of king would i be if i didn’t let my queen see her palace right away?”

“what?” you questioned, looking at him quizzically.

when he stood up, you noticed the whole mood had shifted and so did the world. the flowers, as bright and beautiful as they were, were no longer illuminated by a brilliant sun but rather a striking moon, darkness encircling your very body. you felt cold and yet not cold at all, like it was a very part of your being. Daichi seemed to stand immortally tall before you, an air of authority that was not there before. beautiful houses scattered the flowerbeds, people milling about, people from stories you had read to soothe yourself to sleep as you dreamt of one day being a hero of your own.

“Daichi, what is going on?” you asked, frightened and confused.

“well, doll, i did ask you several times to make sure but i knew in my heart that you would come to accept and eventually love this life as i have,” he started, gesturing for you to turn around to look out behind you, a whole world opening up in front of your eyes, “this is the underworld, i am Hades, you’re currently in the Elysian Fields, now that you ate the food down here, you are an immortal part of me and this, my queen, is your new home.”

#daichi x reader #daichi sawamura #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #hqhq #hqhq server collab

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nightwitchwriter · 3 years

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Christmas Chapter

To those that have been reading my story, I apologized for being so late with my recent works. I managed to finish the other two on Christmas and this one before New Years. So, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Nick’s POV

I walked into the kitchen to be greeted by a giant basket filled with pears and a box filled with pear based foods, like pie, cobbler, juice, even jelly beans, which Molly was stuffing herself with.

“Where did the pears come from?”

“Faye bought them!” Molly, mouth stuffed of jelly beans

“She did?”

“Both her and her father.” mom, who came from the next room. “Molly, leave some for the rest of us.”

I stared at the packages, uncertain about its products.

“Why pears?”

“Why don’t you ask?” mom asked playfully before walking into the kitchen.

The next day, I went to the Black Cat Cafe, carrying a bag. When I walked in, it was semi-busy, with many of the tables full.

“Hello Nick.” Mrs. McCalmont, from behind the counter.

“Hi, Mrs. McCalmont. Is Wil home?”

“No, she’s helping me with a delivery. Is something wrong?”

“Uh, no, um, here.” I handed her a bag of apples. “Mom says thanks for the pears.”

“Oh your welcome. Thank you.”

As she took the apples, I struggled to ask my question, even though it may sound rude.

“Uh, what are the pears for?”

“For the 12 Days of Christmas!” Faye jumped from behind the counter, surprising me.

“12 days of Christmas? As in the song?” I questioned “So, in the place of Christmas?”

“Oh no we celebrate Christmas. Think of it as a Christmas tradition. It gets everyone in the Christmas spirit.”

“Does everyone on Arcanos do it?” Looking around, making sure no one heard me.

“You can talk about Arcanos. There’s no rule about it not talking about it. Watch. ARCANOS!”

Everyone in the cafe turned to look at us.

“Faye, stop that.” scolded Mrs. McCalmont. “If it makes you feel better, we can go into the kitchen?”

I nodded and followed them into the cafe kitchen, where I saw stuff moving by itself. The food was cooking and wrapping themselves. I saw tiny fairies flying around the kitchen as well as multiple ovens and stoves, six at least. I could smell bread baking, chocolate melting and meat roasting.

“Wow.” I looked at the whole room in amazement. One of the fairies came up to him and landed on his shoulder. She looked at him curiously.

“I hope the fairies aren’t a health code violation.” I joked

“Those aren’t fairies. They’re pixies.” explained Faye “Fairies are much bigger.”

“I see.” I looked back at the kitchen. “It’s like Merlin’s spell from the Sword in the Stone.”

“It's something similar.” Mrs. McCalmont answered, putting the apples in the center table. “It makes work a bit easier.”

“So how does the 12 days of Christmas work?”

“Well, like the song, it lasts for 12 days, from the 12th to the 24th. For each day of Christmas, we gift that theme of the day. Like, a partridge in a pear tree.” she explained

“So, like you give out pear based presents?”

“Exactly. When I married my husband, we carried the tradition to his family, then decided to use it for the cafe as well.”

“Wow. So, if yesterday was pears, then today would be-”

“Doves!” exclaimed Faye

“Doves? Like turtle doves?”

“Uh-huh. Last year, my aunt gave me actual turtle doves.” she bragged

“Really?”

“No, she didn’t. Don’t tease him like that, or you won’t get any presents from Santa.” Mrs. McCalmont scolded

I chuckled to myself. Felicity is the same age as Faye, but doesn’t believe in Santa anymore. “You still believe in Santa?”

“Of course I do. Why should I not?”

“Because your getting older.”

“These pixies are real.” she pointed out. “So why shouldn’t Santa?”

She had me there. I glared at the pixie on my shoulder giggling at me.

“So for the second day, what should I give?”

“Why? You want to give my sister a gift?” Faye grinned “On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…”

“What? No! I just saw Wil give something to Maddy today and yesterday. So, I was wondering, since its Christmas season.” For some reason, my cheeks were getting warm. Am I blushing? Why am I blushing?! Why does

“So what should I give her? And Maddy?”

“Well, the most common gifts would be turtle candies, dove chocolates, dove products or ornaments.” answered Mrs. McCalmont.

“That’s it?”

“Well, unless you have enough money to get her actual turtle doves…” she smirked “Oh, speaking of which…”

She went to the fridge and took out a paper bag. She gave it to me and I looked inside to see individually wrapped chocolate turtles inside.

“No one in your family is allergic to pecans right?” she gently asked

Christmas may be the time of generosity, but this is surprisingly generous.

Will’s POV

For the past couple of days, I’ve been getting presents. Not that it’s a bad thing. It’s Christmas season of course, but…

“Maybe you have your own Santa Claus?” questioned Maddy

We were walking through the downtown area of the town, in Arcanos. Like in Harry Potter, many of the lights and lighted ornaments were floating in mid-air.

I’ve been getting 12 days of christmas presents, but they aren’t from anyone I know. Why? Because I’ve been finding them, somehow in my locker. The same happened with Maddy, but the gifts were different.

On the 3rd day, she got 3 hen and chicks succulent plants, while I got French perfume. 4th day. She had a birdhouse, feeder, braille book and birdseed ornaments delivered to her house. I got cell phone accessories, including a diy phone case. 5th day. Five donuts were at Maddy’s desk. I got 5 rings, two hoops and a ring. 6th day. She got a recipe for eggnog, while I got chocolate creme eggs. By the 6th day, enough was enough.

“Like a Secret Santa? No way. Who would want to be secret Santas with me?” I questioned her

“Speaking of which, does Santa really exist in Arcanos?” she asked

“In a manner of speaking, yes. He’s more of a spirit now, than an actual person.”

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

“And you know those snow globes from the movie Rise of the Guardians? There’s actual snow globes like them?”

“Really? That’s so cool!” Maddy thought for a minute. “So you really don’t know who’s been giving you those gifts?”

“I have an idea.”

“Nick?”

And this is why she is my best friend.

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“Remember that bet we made on my birthday? He’s trying to romance me, like he does for Heather. I saw him giving her an “early” Christmas present. A plush reindeer.”

“So you aren’t upset that he’s courting you, even though he's dating Heather?”

“Not really. It’s not so bad.” I winked at her. “Plus, we're getting free stuff out of it right?”

“Hm. Good point. But are you going to get him something?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I got some ideas.” I grinned evilly

“Ooh, can I help? He gave me stuff too.” Maddy volunteered. I grinned.

“Hmmm, fair enough, alright. Come on, let’s come up with some ideas.”

On the 7th day, which was for swans, I left something in Nick’s locker, before quickly heading in the direction of mine. I turned the corner and waited until Nick came. Maddy stood next to me. After a few minutes, Nick came in with his group of friends.

“Is he here yet?”

“Yeah. Shh!”

We, well I, watched as Nick opened his locker, and a giant, white inflatable pool swan blew up in his locker. I used big magic to make it bigger. It bursted the door opened, surprising them and everyone else in the hallway. It kept growing and nearly filled the whole hallway. And here’s the best part. It fell right on top of Nick. I could barely contain myself.

“What happened?”

“It fell on top of him.”

Maddy started to chuckle too.

“Come on, let’s go.”

We hurried away to our lockers, then classes before anyone noticed.

Nick’s POV

I. Am going. To kill. Her. I don’t care what type of magic she used, I know she put that stupid swan in my locker. I even got in trouble with it. Twice! It made me late for class, since it took 15 minutes to deflate it.

What the hell?

I was trying to be nice and give her presents, and Maddy too, not because of that stupid bet, because its Christmas! Aren’t you supposed to give presents to each other on Christmas?

Fine. If she wants to be naughty, I’ll show her naughty. Ugh. That did not sound right.

Later that day, I watched Wil as she got closer to her locker.

“Uh, Nick?” I turned around to see Dylan. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh!”

I motioned him over, and we watched as Wil opened her locker and then- boof!

A small explosion of black power and black feathers covered Wil and some parts of Maddy!

“Wh-what the?”

“What happened?” asked Maddy

Me and Dylan quickly went behind the wall before we were spotted. We could barely contain our laughter.

“Holy Shit!” laughed Dylan

“How’s that for a black swan?”

“Are you out of your mind? You just pranked the Wicked Witch of Willow High.”

“I know. Just a little payback.” I turned to look at him. “Want to help me out with the next one?”

“Oh heck yes.”

The next few days continued as followed: on the 8th day, Wil got pelted with milk balloons, while Nick smelled like camebre cheese, after finding them in his pockets every five minutes. The 9th day, Nick’s locker was filled with ballet items, while Wil was scared by red dancing shoes. The 10th day, both found frogs and toads in their personal items. Wil in her book bag, Nick in his pants while in the bathroom. On the 11th day, Wil was scared by a sudden piercing from a recorder while in the bathroom, and the same goes for Nick while answering his phone. On the 12th day, Wil was woken by the sound of drums from metal rock, while Nick was kept up all night because of it.

Wil’s POV

“That’s it! No more pranks!” scolded Mom. I was keeping the pranks on Nick a secret from her, but she managed to find out. “It’s Christmas Eve! Now make up and give him a present as an apology and a sign of actual good will.”

“But mom,...” I didn’t want to, but… I really don’t want to.

“Do it or no Christmas.” threatened my dad

I groaned. Missing Christmas is one of the worst things that can happen to anyone. I know there are thousands of people who have no choice but to miss Christmas, but its not fair for me either.

“At least call a truce for Christmas.”

I sighed. “All right. No more pranks.”

“And give him a present he’ll like, nothing cheap!”

The night before Christmas, and all through the night. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. And it was freaking cold! I got Nick’s stupid present, but I couldn’t give it to him at school. I wanted to drop it off at his house and that’ll be it, but my parents would not accept it. Dad even threatened to call them on Christmas, just to make sure I gave him the present. So, I’m here on my broom, at his house, at night, in the freezing cold! I clutched the present closer to my chest, debating whether this a good or bad idea. Groaning, I lowered myself towards his room window.

Also, if you all are wondering how I knew where Nick’s home or even his room is, thank Dalia, due to her mischief.

I knocked on the window with the curtains closed.

“Nick!” I quietly yelled, to prevent anyone seeing me.

I didn’t hear any movement, but the lights were on.

“Nick!”

Nothing. I reached into my pocket, and took out a hag stone. A hag stone is a stone that has a natural hole inside them. Depending on how or where the stones were formed, by looking through the holes, you could see various things. The one I have is similar to the one in Coraline. So think of the had stone as x-ray vision goggles.

I looked through it and could see past the house walls. I saw Nick in his bed, sleeping.

I knocked on the window again.

“Nick!”

Seeing that he wasn’t waking up, I tapped the window lock twice.

“Tick tock. Break the lock.”

The window unlocked and opened itself, and I climbed in.

His room is surprisingly clean, for a high school boy. I saw him in his bed and walked over to wake him. His snoring is as loud as a high school boy. I shook him as hard as I could.

“Nick! Nick! Niiiccckkkk!”

After some groans, Nick managed to slowly open his eyes. His eyes widened quickly when he saw that I was in his room.

“Holy freaking crap!” he yelled as he scrambled away from me. I just smiled.

“Merry Christmas!” I smirked

“What are you doing in my house?! How’d you get into my house?!”

“Magic. Duh.”

“How’d you even know where I live?”

“Dalia. Duh. Anymore questions?”

He was silent for a moment, before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“Come outside.”

“It is freezing outside. And it’s Christmas Eve. If this is another prank, can it wait until morning?”

“It’s not a prank. My mom wants us to call a truce for Christmas, so truce?” I ask while holding out my hand.

Nick looked at my hand, suspicious and hesitating for a bit, before taking my hand.

“Fine, truce.”

“Good. Now come outside. I have a present for you.”

A few minutes later, we were both outside in the cold. After explaining that I got him a gift, it turns out he got me one too. Then we both stood there awkwardly for the next few minutes.

“So, want to open them now?” Nick asked

“Ehhh, it kind of goes against my tradition of opening presents before Christmas. You?”

“Not my tradition.”

He quickly went to open his present.

“Woah, a toy motorcycle. Cool.”

“Press the button.”

He looked confused.

I took the toy, pushed the button, then put it on the street and stepped back. Moments later, it quickly grew in size to a rideable size. The look on Nick’s face shows that I gave him the right gift.

“I heard from Felicity that you got your motorcycle license, so I got you this.”

Remember the boat from Ponyo? There’s a toy company in Arcanos that makes toys inspired by the film. Cost a lot, but not as much as a regular motorcycle.

“What do you think?”

The next thing I knew, he was hugging me. An actual, no hesitation hug.

“Thanks.” he whispered

Turns out, he was saving money for a motorcycle, but wasn’t close yet. With this, he doesn’t have to save anymore. But for some reason, he now didn’t want to give me my present. He tried to take it back, but after some tugging, I won. I decided to leave before he tries to take it again, but before I did, I showed him how to make it small again. Before I flew away, I watched Nick go back inside and shut the window I opened.

The next day, on Christmas, I opened Nick’s present first. It was a ugly Christmas sweater, with a witch in a Santa dress and hat, on a broom, with a bag of presents behind her, flying through the night sky. A ugly Christmas sweater that's witch themed. After opening the rest of my presents, it was the only thing I didn’t have anything to say about. But, I wore it on the first day back at school.

#finally #merry christmas #happy new year

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spacesuitsforemergency · 4 years

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I Got You, Duchess

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: Luke Cage x Frost! Fem!Reader

Summary: You join S.H.I.E.L.D thanks to your mother, and meet Power Man. He gives you an annoying nickname, which you definetly hate

A/N: literally no one asked but I love Emma Frost to death and I totally ship a Frost! Fem! Reader with Luke. Also I know people with the X-Gene gets passed down by the dad but Y’know. This is fiction for a reason

‘This’= speaking telepathically

“This”= speaking verbally

You were a desired woman. You were from a wealthy, dangerous, very powerful family. Your mother had built a business empire, after being Headmistress of Xavier Institute and Massachusetts Academy, a therapist, CEO of Frost International, and Chairman of the Board of Trustees, she had become one of the richest mutants in the world.

You were Y/N Frost, and unfortunately, that meant you were in danger nearly 24/7. Your mother had made many enemies over the years, business and X-Men wise, which resulted criminals sought after you to get revenge.

You somehow found yourself in trouble all the time. If you walked anywhere by yourself you were guaranteed to get robbed, stalked or threatened. You inherited the X-Gene from your mother, and her exact powers. You were just as skilled and precise with your powers as she was, but still, thank god for Luke Cage.

•

The first time you met, you had been on your way to a dinner with your mother and some board executives or something. You honestly didn’t care about your mothers work, your goals were more centered around developing your powers and becoming an X-Woman.

You had been running down the sidewalks of the busy streets of Manhattan, trying to get to the restaurant on time.

Some villain noticed your designer wear, and quickly snatched your bag from you. You chased after him, trying to use your telepathy to force him to stop. Of course, you couldn’t focus enough on it, and he quickly got away from you.

All of your daily essentials were in that bag. Your wallet, your phone, your homework, makeup, etc. You were pissed, you were tired of having to replace everything so many times just because you were wearing high end clothing. Sure, it may sound like rich people problems but...okay, so it is a rich people problem.

“This yours, miss?” A voice said behind you.

You turn around, seeing a guy your age, but much bigger than you. He had dark chocolate skin, plump lips, and he was at least a whole foot taller than you. The gaudy yellow actually worked for him, and his shades added a ‘disguise’ apparently. He had a nice yet confident smile on his face as he held out your stolen bag.

“Um...yes, how’d you know?” You asked as he handed it to you, your fingertips brushing.

“It’s a white Chanel. I assumed this could only belong to the pretty girl in the white Chanel.” He chuckled.

“Well, thank you...?” You raise an eyebrow in question.

“Power Man.” He held a hand out to you.

“Power Man?” You giggle as you shake his soft hand. “What’s your power, then?”

“Intangible skin, miss.” He grinned proudly.

“Impressive.” You smile. “Well, thank you, Power Man.”

“I got you, duchess.” He nodded.

“Don’t call me that.” You narrow your eyes.

“Whatever you say...duchess.” He winked before rushing off.

The whole time at dinner that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Power Man. He was attractive, charming, and also had powers like you did.

Sure he had called you duchess, and that annoyed you. You didn’t like being seen as just a little rich girl, but when you dressed like you did that’s all people saw.

You weren’t a spoiled brat in any way. You and your mother donated tons of money to charities and she funded the X-Men. Yes you liked extravagant clothing and accessories, and you paid a lot to get luxurious spa treatments, but that’s what you liked.

‘Dear, what’s on your mind?’ Your mother raised an eyebrow at you from across the table.

‘Why don’t you just read it?’ You quipped.

‘I already did. Just thought I should ask. I know this Power Man, I could do something for you.’

‘Mother you better not.’

Mother didn’t listen. Like usual.

Not even 24 hours later, you were picked up by the white Frost limo after school, and it didn’t go the usual route. At first you thought maybe the driver was kidnapping you, but then you read his mind and realized that your mother had told him to take you to the S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier.

You weren’t surprised your mother hadn’t listened to you, but this time you were glad she hadn’t. Being a hero one day was your dream, and you knew S.H.I.E.L.D had hero programs. Sure you could always become an X-Woman, but that was too easy. They’d let you right in, you wanted to be wanted for your capabilities, not your mother.

You arrived at a small helicopter pad, where they flew you up to the Helicarrier. Nick Fury himself was there to greet you, another man with a very rectangular hairline next to him.

“Director Fury, pleasure to meet you.” You greeted him, then read the other mans mind. “Agent Coulson, you as well.”

“So, your mother tells us you’re interested in joining the hero program?” Agent Coulson asks you.

“Yes.” You nod simply as they lead you inside.

“You’ll be on a team, other kids your age.” Fury clears his throat, then goes on about the program and such.

You don’t pay attention much, since you already know plenty about their programs. You quickly scan agents’ minds as they pass you in the halls, just for basic information like how to navigate the Helicarrier and who the important people here were.

You finally arrive at your destination, a meeting room of sorts. You see a long table in front of a floor ceiling window, and a control panel on the other side. You see 5 teenagers your age, and your eyes widen when you recognize one of them.

“Duchess! What’s up?” Power Man beamed at you.

“That’s ‘duchess’?!” A shorter Hispanic boy exclaims, jaw nearly dropping. You read his mind, this was Sam Alexander.

“Power Man!” You turn back to your acquaintance. “So you talk about me, I see?”

“How could I not?” He winked, shades off so you can tell better this time.

“That’s enough of that.” Fury narrowed his eye at him. “Everyone, please welcome your new member.”

“Wait duchess, you have powers?” Power Mans eyes widened.

“I didn’t say I was officially joining.” You turn to Fury, ignoring the question for now. “My mother arranged this, there has to be repercussions of some form.”

“No ma’am, there aren’t. She only told us that you wanted to join and I’m not passing you up.” Fury said sternly. “As much power as she has on the world, she doesn’t have any here, I promise you that.”

You read his mind to make sure he was telling the truth, since you never really believed my mother would do something 100% out of the kindness of her heart. She was a lovely mother, but still a business woman. Who knows what kinds of deals she could’ve made. Once you were satisfied with your ‘research’, if you will, you sighed.

“Fine. I believe you.” You give in.

“Great. So who are you?” A boy in hideous red and blue spandex asked. Peter Parker, AKA Spider-Man, AKA Webhead, nicknamed by the Sam Alexander guy.

“I am Y/N Frost.” You introduce yourself. “Don’t bother giving introductions, I’ve already checked.”

“Checked?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“She’s a telepath.” A guy with chin length blonde hair and the Iron Fist symbol across his chest answered for you.

“And you know this how?” Sam crossed his arms.

“You would also know if you read any S.H.I.E.L.D files.” He responded.

“Again, you’ve got powers?” Power Man, or Luke Cage, repeated.

“Yes, and this is being brought to my attention once again because?” You put you hands on your hips.

“Uh, cause you could’ve saved your purse yourself? Right?” He asked.

“First of all, I couldn’t focus then. I don’t have training. Second of all, I’m not a licensed hero so there could’ve been legal trouble.” You justify.

“Isn’t your family, like, super rich?” The girl in the white catsuit, Ava Ayala, inquired. “You could afford any lawyer.”

“Yes but I am a mutant.” You explain. “Doesn’t matter how rich I am, mutants are discriminated worse than if I acquired the powers from, for example, a mystical amulet like you.”

“Oh.” She shut up.

“Yeesh, what’s with all the big words?” Sam scoffed.

“Acquired isn’t a big word, stupid.” Ava swat him across the head.

“Now. Miss Frost, will you be joining your teams training session?” Agent Coulson asked, after glaring at them. According to his thoughts, he wanted to make a good impression with you. How cute.

“Yes, I most certainly will.” You offer a small smile.

“Great. If you need anything, ask somebody else.” Fury grumbled before leaving.

“Alright team, let’s show Miss Frost what you’ve got.” Agent Coulson ordered.

“You need a codename!” Spider-Man shouted.

“How about Duchess?” Luke snickered

“Absolutely not.”

•

Over the next few weeks, you had grown pretty close to Luke. You two were basically best friends now, you were almost never seen without the other anymore.

You two went on spa days together, and you paid for the luxurious treatments. He resisted at first, but you eventually wore him down and he gave in. You even convinced him to get his nails done with you one time.

He would come over to the Frost Mansion to do homework or watch sports games. You usually had the house to yourself and maybe a housekeeper or two, since your mother was always working. You were grateful for that now, so she wouldn’t pester you or intimidate him.

You were close to the rest of your team too of course, but Luke was different. You had already thought he was attractive, but now had started to develop a crush on him. He was alluring, considerate, selfless, diligent, valiant, reliable, you could go on.

You wanted to read his mind to see if he felt the same, but you couldn’t abuse your powers like that to invade his privacy. You two had built up trust in one another, he trusted you not to pry in his mind and you trusted him enough to not do so. Still, you were curious and it took a lot of will power to not do so.

•

Luke didn’t really get crushes on people, but when he did, he made sure not even Danny could tell. Or so he thought.

Of course Danny knew, he wasn’t blind or stupid. He knew his best friend definitely had a thing for you. He understood of course, you were attractive, intelligent, and disciplined. So what to do with this information? Confrontation of course.

“So Luke...” Danny approached his best friend during a lunch break during weekend training. “What do you think of Y/N so far?”

“What do you mean?” Luke raised an eyebrow suspiciously at the short blonde.

“Y’know, what do you think of her as a teammate so far?” He asked casually, not fazed by Luke already catching onto his plan.

“I mean...she has a better handle on her powers now. And I guess she’s very...useful?”

“I agree.” Danny nodded, grinning, then took a sip of his tea.

Luke narrowed his eyes at him. Danny never asked these questions when Spider-Man joined the team. He was sneaky and smart, Luke will have him that. It seemed like a casual conversation so far, maybe that’s all it was.

“She’s pretty, huh?”

There it was.

“I mean, uh...I mean, sure.” Luke cleared his throat nervously.

“You two spend a lot of time together. Saw you guys go to the spa.” Danny chuckled, amused at his friends reaction.

“What do you want, Daniel?” Luke set down his food and fully turned to face his friend.

“Nothing.” He shrugged. “I’m just wondering-“

“Cut the crap. What are you up to?”

“Hey, I am not one to pull shenanigans.” Danny raised a finger at him as he set down his tea. “But. You obviously have a thing for her.”

“What?!” Luke laughed. “No I-no. No I don’t! You are-You’re crazy! You sir. Are crazy in the head. No! No I don’t.”

Danny smiled, almost laughing as Luke stumbled over his words. He wasn’t as slick as he thought.

“Okay.” Danny went back to his food.

Luke sharply inhaled, also turning back to his lunch. He saw you across the room, chatting with Ava about...whatever it is you two talk about. You were drinking soda with your pinky sticking out, which he figured out was just one of your mannerisms. You were wearing your pure white X-Suit, your legs crossed and head held high.

Danny was clearly right, he definitely had a crush on you. How could he not? You were clever, generous, passionate, honest, resourceful, elegant, and hands down the most gorgeous girl he’s ever see in his life.

“Fine, you’re right. What do I do?” Luke sighed, giving in to the tense silence that finally broke him.

“Leave it to me, my friend.” Danny pat his shoulder.

“Oh no, you are not playing matchmaker.” Luke snapped. “Remember how that went last time?”

Danny thought back to their first year of high school, when Luke had a crush on this cheerleader. Danny only interfered a little, and by a little, he outright told her about the crush. Then she went onto expose it to the whole school and even went as far to make fun of him.

“Okay...so that was my fault.” Danny nodded slowly. “But this is Y/N.”

“Exactly. She’s way outta my league.” Luke shook his head as he glanced back to you and Ava, who were now arguing over whatever you had been talking about.

“She’s not out of your league.” Danny reassured him.

“How is she in my league, exactly?” Luke crossed his arms. “She’s rich, beautiful, powerful, popular.”

“Dude, you don’t have to be rich to be liked. You’re great, man. What’s not to like?”

“Aww, are you saying you have a crush on me?” Luke said sarcastically.

“Yes yes, I’ve hidden it for years but now that I have competition, I confess my love for you.” Danny laughed. “But seriously dude, you’re cool. You’re really nice, you’re a superhero, you’re dependable, you’re not half bad to look at.”

“I know I’m hot stuff, you don’t gotta feed into that one.” Luke chuckled. “Thanks, man. Maybe I’ll tell her.”

“You should.”

“I will. So no meddling.” Luke said sternly.

“Alright, alright.” Danny agreed.

•

“He is so out of my league though.” You told Ava as you sipped on your soda.

“Y/N, are you dumb, blind, stupid, or a complete ditz?” She stared at you as if you’d just said the most idiotic thing in the universe.

“First, you just used basically the same word 3 times. Second, I am not!” You said, actually kind of offended.

“But you are stupid!”

“Thanks.”

“I mean-!” She sighed. “I mean, you’re stupid, because it’s so obvious he likes you.”

“What? He likes me?” You gawked at her.

“You can literally read minds, why are you surprised?” She asked, dumbfounded by your cluelessness.

“I don’t want to invade his privacy like that. Besides, we’re just friends.” You insisted.

“Okay sure.” She scoffed. You raise an eyebrow at her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, loudly setting down your soda, making it slosh and nearly stain your white gloves.

“Y/N, come on. He goes out of his way for you. He cancels plans with us to go shopping with you or something. You think he likes baseball? He thinks it’s a boring sport, but he comes over to your place to watch them, right?” She asked.

You realized he came over everyday there was a sports game on. You never really paid attention to what the sport was, but you do remember seeing baseball a few times.

“Well, yeah.” You nod.

“People don’t do that unless they like you.” She explained, as if you were some empty headed ding dong.

“He’s...just being nice.”

“For someone claiming to be smarter than me, you are truly an idiot.” She facepalmed.

You glared at her, but only because you completely agreed. Now that you thought about it, Luke did do all of those things. He went out of his way to do things like open doors for you, he would use any excuse to come over, he accompanied you on your spa or shopping trips.

You looked over and made eye contact with him. You smile and wave, and he simply grins back. Maybe you would make your move.

•

“Nova, behind you!” You shout to your teammate, just before he gets knocked down.

You and the team had been ordered by Fury to go take down the remainder of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, which currently only consisted of Avalanche, Pyro and Toad. They had robbed another bank in downtown Manhattan, and were now escaping along the rooftops of skyscrapers.

You were familiar with them, since you grew up watching the X-Men go off on missions while you stayed back. You gave the team a run down on how to beat them before you left, but you were somehow still getting your asses handed to you.

Spider Man and White Tiger were fighting Toad, Avalanche was shaking the ground so that Iron Fist and Power Man couldn’t even stand, and Nova had been taken down by Pyro, who was now charging at you.

You quickly focus your attention on him, taking over his mind to make him stop in his tracks. You force him to turn and use his powers on Avalanche, causing him to loose focus on his powers.

Iron Fist and Power Man quickly pursue him, now able to walk properly. You kept control over Pyro, so that he wouldn’t attack again.

You cry out in shock when the ground shakes, making the building you were on sway. You look over and see Avalanche glaring at you, probably mad that you made Pyro burn him. You didn’t have time to mind control him, the building crumbling where you stood and making you fall. You quickly shift into your diamond form, hoping it was enough protection.

“Y/N!” You heard Luke cry.

You saw as he jumped from the building, not thinking of the consequences.

‘What are you doing?!’ You shout at him telepathically. ‘You could get hurt!’

‘Don’t worry about me, I’ve got unbreakable skin for a reason!’

You call out to Sam, and thankfully he’s back up. He barrels down and catches Luke, then uses his weight to go faster.

Luke grabs you and holds you to him, as Sam gently sets you both on the ground. You hug onto Luke, shaken up about how close you were to impacting the ground.

“Thank you.” You pull back to face him.

“Yeah.” He nods, out of breath as well.

You both look into each other’s eyes with deep adoration. You didn’t need telepathy to know you were both thinking the same thing.

You both crash your lips together in a desperate, hungry kiss. His arms tighten around your waist, and you grab the sides of his face. Your lips fit perfectly against his, and they taste like the orange chapstick he used on the daily.

You both slowly pull away, your noses brushing as you stare into the others eyes.

“Thank you.” You pant out, heart racing partly from falling 900 ft in the air and partly from the breathtaking kiss.

“Um, you’re welcome?” Sam speaks up from behind you two.

“Shut up, Sam!” You both snap.

He scoffs, then flies back up. You notice people staring at you and Luke, but you don’t really care at the moment. You turn back to Luke, smiling before kissing him again.

“Thank you.” You emphasize by kissing him on the forehead.

“I told you, I got you, duchess.”

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Survey #276

“all the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, outrun my gun.”

Favorite dried fruit? Dried fruit is fucking disgusting. Would you rather wear a dress or a suit on your wedding day? A dress. If you chose dress, will it be long or short? I prefer longer wedding dresses. If you chose suit, will you wear a bow or a tie? Hypothetically I’d wear a tie, probably. Have you ever wanted to be a police officer? No. Do you have a nut allergy? No. Do you accessories with chains? Put chains on fucking EVERYTHING and it is an improvement. How often do you cook dinner? If you’re excluding the microwave, like… never. What have you given up on recently? Nothing important; the only thing I can think of applies to a game. I was after the way-too-fucking-expensive dinosaur mount that is very soon going away in World of Warcraft, but the stress it was causing me wasn’t worth it. The time investment and how it was only a “maybe” of getting it in time Favorite condiment for fries? Ketchup. Ever had bangs? I did as a little kid. Do you know any Italian people? Well yeah, people of Italian descent are common in the U.S. I don’t know like, someone straight from Italy though. Have you ever dated someone LGBTQ+? Yeah, a demisexual. What color would you like your future bathroom to be? Uh… I don’t really care. It would depend on the house. Do you add sugar to plain cornflakes? No. Are skeletons cool? Skellyboiz are dope. Favorite Selena Gomez song? I don’t know any. Do you like coffee flavored cake? I don’t like coffee, so guess. Is that even a thing, though? Do you still watch your favorite kid shows/cartoons? I don’t watch TV. I would though, sure. Do you like going on walks? What's your favorite thing about them? How far do you normally walk? Ugh this question is gonna be embarrassing considering I went through muscle atrophy in my legs from being so sedentary. When we move (HOPEFULLY the start of October, a wrench was kinda thrown in our plans), I intend to absolutely start walking in small intervals now that we’ll be in a nice little neighborhood with a sidewalk. And a PokeStop nearby to bait me lmfao. Plus the weather will be cooler, so I intend to make a lot of progress. BUT ANYWAY I like just listening to either music or the sounds of what’s going on around me. Last time you had a hot drink? That’s a good question. Idk. Have you ever lived in a city? Was it crowded? Never like… a “real” city. Just small towns or in the middle of nowhere. Would you prefer to live in a big city or the woods? THE WOODS!!!!!!1 THE WOODS!!!!!1!!!!1111!! GIMME THAT SHIT!!!!!!11!11!!!! Have you ever climbed a mountain? No. Do you hear owls or crickets at night where you live? LOADS of crickets and toads during the summer. Ever run away from home? When I was a stupid pre-teen. I was mad at my mom and she wasn’t home, so I took Teddy and left. I had my phone though and Mom – when she got home – threatened to call the cops, so yeah, I came back. Are you scared to ride public transport alone? Why? No. Is marriage on your mind? No time soon. Did you own a dollhouse when you were younger? I didn’t, per se, but my younger sister did, and we would play together. Does the room you're in have a tiled floor? No, it’s carpet. How many pairs of earrings do you own? Not that many, not too few. Are you looking for a boyfriend/girlfriend? I’ve never thought *looking* was a good idea, so no. I think bonds of any kind need to come naturally to avoid lack of genuineness, force, or rush. I don’t think me having an s/o is a smart idea right now anyway. Do you prefer a call or a text? Don’t call me unless you’re dying or something. Do your parents drink coffee every morning? Mom almost always does. I don’t live with Dad, so idk. Have you ever donated blood? Yes. One song that's meaningful to you? UM a LOT. Most meaningful, probably “Stairway To Heaven” by Led Zeppelin. I physically can’t listen to it. Like I refuse to. Are you addicted to anything? Technology, big oof energy. What were you last listening to in the car? Something on my iPod, idk. When was the last time you sang out loud? I don’t recall. I rarely sing. What did you have for breakfast? A microwaveable sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit. Mom is currently out of state with her mother because she’s literally on her deathbed, so she STOCKED ME THE FUCK UP on groceries. The freezer is literally jam-packed, so I’m focusing on eating food from there. Did you have a nap today? Yes. I almost never, ever make it through the day without one, especially now with having nightmares every fucking time I sleep. Are you named after anyone? No. Well, not my first name, anyway. “Marie” is a middle name theme in my family, though. What kind of music do you like? Metal, rock, alternative, indie… stuff like that. What’s one hobby that you’d like to take up? Ugh, I miss a LOT of my old hobbies. I’ve lost interest in so much. I wish I drew way more than I do, which is almost never. What did you think you wanted to be when you grew up? The first job I ever wanted was a paleontologist. I was obsessed with dinosaurs. Still love ‘em. What’s the biggest project on your to-do list right now? It’d be great if I could finish designing Ashley’s cancer tattoo, but again, yeah, drawing motivation. ;_; If you weren’t in your current job, what would you want to be doing? I’m unemployed. Is the last person you kissed older than you? No. Are you happy right now? No. Haven’t been “happy” for a while now. Who makes you happiest right now? Probably my cat tbh lol. Especially being home alone for so long, he’s keeping me company. In school did/do people put a label on you? If so, what is/was it? I was considered one of the “emo” kids. Do you laugh every day? lol wow no. What is the last thing you laughed at? This Spongebob meme I saw on Facebook got me fuckin good. Have you cried today? If so, why? Nah. When was the last time someone saw you naked? Been a long time; even when I’m going in or coming out of the shower I do all I can for Mom to not see me because I hate my body a fucking lot. What is the greatest loss you've endured? My first boyfriend. When was the last time you did something you were embarrassed by? WOW I do this like every fuckin day, fam. What was the last thing you lied about? I’m not sure. What type of a drunk are you? Never gotten to the point of drunk, but I was more talkative the closest I got. What is your philosophy on life/how do you generally choose to live or conduct yourself? What a big question. I personally think you should do all you can to make a positive impact on the world – make it better than when you entered. Don’t contribute to the bad, treat people how you want to be treated… all that jazz. When was the last time you were up all night and why? I can’t remember quite why, but I remember doing that with WoW some time ago. Idr what I was doing that had my attention that long, though. That’s rare now. What is the worst thing you've done to yourself? What is the worst thing someone else has done to you? Part one: hand over all of my worth to someone else. Part two: show me exactly why I shouldn’t have in a very unhealthy way. What is the most personal thing you're willing to reveal? I dunno??? Can ya give me a topic?? Is there a situation or person you haven't been able to get over/forgive/what have you? I honestly doubt I’ll ever be entirely over Jason. Who was the last person to yell at you? Did you yell back? Probably Mom, and idr. Doubt it. Just probably raised my voice. Where did your last injury come from? My cat, rip. What is the worst thing you have said to another person? Something along the lines of “thanks for sending me to the ER (or mental hospital?) again.” Fucking disgusting. Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? Without fail, always. Please wear your seatbelt. Are you scared of flying? Not really. What do you sleep in? Men’s pj pants and tank tops. Who was the last person you kissed? Sara. What are you listening to? I am fucking HOOKED on 3TEETH's cover of "Pumped Up Kicks." Do you prefer soupy noodles or noodles without the broth? Without. Have you ever missed someone but felt like they had other friends and didn't miss you as much as you did? This. Is the story of my motherfuckin life. I feel this all the time to a very deep level. Who, out of all your friends, do you hang with the most and could never get tired of him/her? Sara. Do you like the taste of white chocolate or does it taste kind of fake? Nooot a white chocolate fan. Too sweet. How would you react if you just found out your mom had an abortion before? I would be VERY surprised just given who she is and her adoration for children. Are your pets spayed/neutered? Yes. Hottest guy you know and actually talk to? I don’t regularly talk to any guy I consider “hot,” but the closest to that would be my friend Leon, whom I’ve always seen as very attractive. It is fucking UNCANNY, his resemblance to Leon Kennedy from the Resident Evil series. Like he’s dressed as him before and it is astonishing. Name sharing is a coincidence, too. What time of day do you like to shower? I don’t have a favored time anymore. I just do it when I feel like it at some point during the day, but pretty much never night anymore. I do think starting the morning with one though is great, though. When you go out to eat, what sides do your order with your food? Fries are almost guaranteed, but of course it depends on the type of food, too. What do you spend more money than necessary on? I don’t and never have had a stable source of income to answer this, really. What video game or computer game are you best at? Uhhh I’d probably be rusty with the Shadow of the Colossus controls by now, I’ve don’t have the maps or every puzzles memorized from the Silent Hill games, so I guess my answer’s World of Warcraft if I’m on my hunter. Not to flex but I’m a bomb-ass beast mastery hunter. Been my main in the game since I started in MoP. What do you keep your keys on? They’re in my purse on a keychain. Is your favorite color different than your favorite color to wear? Oh yeah. Do you buy books or get them from the library? Buy them. What section of the food pyramid do you neglect the most? Veggies for sure. What do you use your stovetop for most? Well, I don’t ever. Can you focus on studying if there's music on? No, I need silence. In what types of situations do you demand absolute silence? Well, see the above answer, for one. Also going to sleep. Well, maybe not, as I have a fan as kinda like white noise, but I can sleep without it. Did you do well at fitness testing in grade school? I didn’t score bad, but I wasn’t exceptional either. Do you own more shoes or less shoes than the average person? Less, I’m sure. Do you still have anything from when you were a baby? Yeah, up in the attic. I think my mom has some stuff that’s super important to her in a case somewhere. Do you use hairspray much? I never do. Are art museums interesting or boring to you? I enjoy them. What subject in school do you feel is the least necessary? Well, this is a difficult question to answer when you consider I think depending on your career focus as well as personal values and interests, this answer changes from person to person. Like for me, I could say I don’t give a shit about complex math, but advanced math courses would be valued by certain people down specific paths. But anyway, I’ll bite and say least necessary for *the most* people, in my opinion anyway. Gym. It’s very discriminatory towards people with more limited physical capabilities (and I don’t just mean literally disabled), and it’s also just very uncomfortable and/or embarrassing to some people. Like I’d fuckin cry if in my current state, I was forced to “run” a mile, because I physically couldn’t come even close. A person, a younger one especially, should never be subjected to humiliation at the hands of a class schools deem “necessary” when it absolutely is not. Okay I’m in a talkative mood and this is turning into an essay so I’mma move along now. When you were a kid, what games did you always play on the playground? I think for as long as I had recess, my go-to was ALWAYS the swings. I fucking loved swingsets. I loved playing 4 Square or whatever it was called. And then of course there was me digging tunnels in the sandboxes because I wanted to feel like a meerkat lmfao. Do you enjoy power outages or do you get annoyed? For some reason, I still have this childlike excitement *early* into a power outage. Especially when it’s dark and we have to get out the candles, and I might play my old GameBoy or Nintendo DS, or I’ll probably just chill talking with Mom. However, that phase is pretty short nowadays, being a snake mama. My mind very quickly goes back to “Venus needs her lamp,” so as time passes, I get more anxious than annoyed. Basically, I’d rather not have one. Do you know how to use an ATM? … no lmao How about write a check? No. Are you pretty politically correct? To a degree I consider reasonable. Personally I find political correctness as having gone too far by now, but it’s certainly appropriate in some instances. What is one fashion trend you'll never understand? I… don’t really care to think much on this. Wear what makes you feel confident in yourself. There are things I think don’t look good, but they may look great to you, and it’s on your body, so guess whose opinion matters. What do you wear when you exercise? Oh yeesh. Just sweatpants and a tank top, normally. What is usually the last thing you do before you go to bed? I turn the brightness on my phone waaay down. I’m always going to wake up throughout the night and check the time, but I don’t want to be blinded.

#survey #quiz #questions #questionnaire

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my-arlington-academia · 4 years

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A little fanfiction for Axel's birthday! (Yes I'm always late to everything 😔)

After I missed his birthday, for some reason inspiration hit me and I wrote this to apologize to myself for forgetting. I decided to make Scholar a boy in this one since I feel like there's not enough male Scholar content! (This is also the very first fanfic I have ever shared with other people so don't be surprised if some parts are really clumsy. Beware of possible typos and grammatical errors...) Enjoy!

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The day was slowly drawing nearer.

Scholar was checking out multiple social networking sites and Axel's Wikimedia page for a few hours now. The fangirls and fanboys were excited all over the Internet as if it was their own birthday. Comments such as "Axel and I share the same birthday!!" And "I've been following you since the very beginning, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Axel 💖 you really helped me when I was going through tough times." Or "HAPPY B-DAY AXEL❤❤ I LOVE YOU BBY"

Made Scholar wonder how it must feel like to receive happy birthday messages from millions of strangers. Well, he was guessing that it must be really pleasant: why wouldn't it be? Even if Axel doesn't know them it doesn't change the good intentions they have. Anyway! This wasn't the point of Scholar's "research."

He was browsing through a bajillion of interviews, fanblogs and comments to find what Axel liked. Which was, he thought to himself, maybe a little dumb. They may have known eachother only for about 3 months but at least he knew Axel on a personal level, not through a screen. Hell, when they met Scholar had no idea of who that handsome rocker boy was supposed to be. And now here he was trying to find an answer to something he should probably know the answer to better than Axel's fans. Not to throw shade at them or anything.

"Aaaaaghhhh!!" Subconsciously, Scholar let out a loud whine not realizing that his voice was louder than he intended it to be. "Shut up!! We can hear you from here!" It was Karolina in the room nextdoor. "I'm sorry!! ...ugh." Thankfully she didn't hear the "ugh" part not that it would change her opinion about him.

Scholar was just so lost: "what the hell can I gift to a rich handsome talented guy and not look like an idiot?!" Is what was going through his mind the whole day and it was already 11pm. Tomorrow was Axel's birthday and he still didn't find shit. He had never been good at finding gifts, the only person he gave them to was his dad and then again, it was only sometimes. The both of them weren't the type of people to worry about formalities such as Christmas or birthday presents. And when it came to "friends" it was about the same story.

Scholar put the phone down. It was stupid to worry over something like that. Being surrounded with rich, talented and sometimes famous people all day long Scholar swore to himself one thing. Don't be fake. Be sincere with those people. To be treated like anyone else is what they deserve.

And so Scholar searched for a gift idea again, but this time in his mind. He searched for an answer in his memories, through the small amount of time they had spent together. What does Axel like? It's not that hard. He already knew.

Scholar's mind was set: music, dogs and piercings. A hobby, an animal and accessories. Simple, but let's just go from the basics. "It's not like I can buy something expensive anyway..." His muttering was blocked out by his pillow, no matter what he would find, Scholar was just hoping that it would at least make Axel genuinely happy. Even just a little.

The next day went as expected: everyone was wishing Axel a happy birthday. He was getting occasional gifts from people he was close with and from people with whom he had never even talked to, or at least Scholar was pretty sure that he didn't. Even Tadashi went a bit soft on Axel.

"Not giving me detention for my late arrival today, Mister Student Body President?" Axel was over 15 minutes late which meant that he was deserving of a detention slip by usual à la Tadashi rules. "Go away before I change my mind you ugly ear-pierced clown." Axel was nodding and smirking all knowingly. "Uh-huh. Of course Sir, could I consider this lack of strictness towards me as my birthday present?"

Tadashi reached out for the detention form inside of his bag and took a pen in his hand ready to write Axel's name down and the reason why he got a detention slip. Axel backed away immediately. "Alright, alright! I'm sorry! Geez. Could you at least not threaten me with this shit on my birthday??" Tadashi put the pen back into his pencil case and smiled. "There you go. I knew you had some self-awareness behind your 3 kilograms of makeup and your millions of engagement rings you wear."

Axel frowned like a child. "I don't wear *that* many rings! Also, my makeup is super light!"

The rest of the day went on pretty smoothly, though Axel was probably wondering why Scholar didn't wish him a happy birthday. Whenever other people approached him to do so Axel would always peek at Scholar from the corner of his eye, as if to say: "See?! It's my birthday today..."

Scholar felt secretly super giddy because of that. Axel was totally waiting for it. After the last school hour of the day he even came towards Scholar ""to say hi."" "Hey, Scholar!" "Hey there."

Silence.

"Um. So. Don't you have anything to tell me?" "Nu-huh." "You sure?" "Yup." Silence again. Axel looked down in such an adorable manner that Scholar felt almost like he was murdering a puppy. "Hm. Okay... See you tomorrow?" Scholar smiled as sweetly as he could to hint to the fact that they would see eachother again today. "Of course. Bye!"

After trying to sound as chill as he could, Scholar hurried himself into town. Blindly looking for a gift might be a bad idea but it's often this way that we find the best ones. Scholar was relying on his luck and intuition, he was storming through every single shop until he came accross something a bit silly that could do the job. It was in a small shop named "lying tiger" with a lot of useless gadgets. It was simple, cheap and adorable. Hopefully Scholar's intuition was right.

Upon seeing the gates of the school getting closer and closer as he was walking towards it, he decided to pull off the fastest sprint of his life. If Murdoc had seen him he'd be impressed.

After a couple of minutes Scholar was standing in front of Axel's room. "Okay.... No wait."

It was 7pm and the sun was already gone from a long time ago since it *is* November. Scholar was sweating as if he just ran a marathon, which... He kinda did. He muttered again. "Ugh. Good job, Scholar. Why did you have the bright idea to make yourself smell like a horse before-"

Voices from the hallway were heard, a couple of girls coming his way. Damn it. Alright. Scholar decided to at least make himself look good before coming back, he changed his clothes into something more casual but also charming. A bit of deodorant here and there, some perfume and done!

This time around he was ready, if it wasn't for his stress kicking in that is. He suddenly didn't feel as confident in his gift as a couple of minutes ago. Well, it was too late to change it anyway. Scholar took a deep breath and knocked. He waited there without moving nor breathing. As if until Axel would get out of his room, time had stopped.

Suddenly, the door flew open. The moment their eyes met Axel mockingly smiled. "Oh? You finally decided to come and wish me a happy birthday? Haha." Scholar had kept his hands behind his back but when Axel said that, he instinctively moved them to his front, revealing the package he was holding. Axel stopped smiling and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh." Scholar was already happy with that reaction alone, even if he was unsure on whether or not Axel would like the gift. For a second, this felt like it was enough. "Yeah. I couldn't wish you a happy birthday without giving you a present, could I? Happy birthday, birthday boy!"

Axel carefully took the box into his hands, really gently, as if he could break it just by pressing his palms on it. "Thank you! But geez, you didn't have to. I was worried the whole day, you know? I thought that maybe you were mad at me for something."

He said that while pouting, it was so cute and worth the trouble. Scholar didn't regret his sprint and the whole day lost searching for the gift. "Haha! Of course not. Oh but don't shake the box, you might kill it. Also hurry up and open it, the lil guy needs light." Axel blinked a few times before following Scholar's advice, he tried to open the package as quickly as possible without damaging the wrapping. Needless to say that he wasn't being really successful.

"What do you mean?! Don't tell me it's a hamster or something! You know that we can't keep pets in the dorms, right? Tadashi is *so* gonna kill me if-" It wasn't an animal. Not a real one at least. "A... A toy?" It was a little puppy playing an electric guitar.

"Yup. It has buttons on his back, when you push them the doggo plays sick riffs for you. It has also light effects on the guitar." Axel looked at the toy with admiration. As if that dog made of plastic was a real puppy.

"Oh. My god. A puppy. Playing the guitar for me?!? This is the cutest and most precious gift I have gotten today!" "You like it?" "Are you kidding?! I love it! I'm gonna practice the guitar with him from now on! He's gonna be my little guitar buddy!"

Scholar felt so proud. So damn proud. It was a good call. It made him think about the fact that children often receive useful gifts from the adults rather than fun ones. There was always a craving for a new toy in a kid's heart rather than the need to get a new backpack or clothes. Scholar believed that every teenager in the world still had a child inside of them who would always secretly pass in front of a toy store while ogling at it but being too embarrassed to enter and take a look.

"I'm glad, to be honest I was a bit worried about it. I mean, you probably received a lot of pricey and more useful things today." By the time Scholar had said that, Axel already took the plastic puppy out of the box. "Excuse me? You think that there is something greater in the world than a doggo playing a guitar? Pathetic. And like I told you I'm gonna practice with this guy!"

"Uh. Don't you practice in the auditorium? What will you do when other people will see you hanging out with a toy?" Axel let out the loudest gasp of his life. "How *dare* you call my friend a toy?? Have you even heard him play?"

Axel pushed the button and some light effects emerged from the toy along with a guitar riff, so skillfully played that he felt almost ashamed when comparing himself to the dog. "Holy shit. This dog is better at playing the guitar than me..." Scholar laughed cheerfully, his laugh was followed by Axel's adorable giggle. "Well, I'm happy you like it. This way whenever you play the guitar, hopefully you'll think about me for a bit."

Axel tried to pull off the most flirty expression he could, the kind of stare that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. "Bold of you to assume that I don't think about you everyday, sweetheart." He would've been so persuasive... if it wasn't for the doggo made of plastic he was holding. Scholar couldn't keep it in any longer and laughed again. Needless to say that he was surprised when he noticed that Axel looked a bit hurt. "... Axel?" "That's so mean. I'm really trying so hard but it never gets through to you, you know?" Scholar's heart dropped into his stomach. "What?"

He heard that right, didn't he? What Axel said just now. As for Axel, in a matter of milliseconds he was already back to his usual smiling self, regretting what he had said. "Oh, haha! Whoops, that came out really wrong. Don't worry, I'm not upset for real. Um..." The hallway went silent and Scholar was really anxious. He felt as if he effed up big time. He was about to apologize and get it out in the open. The fact that he was actually really mortified at the thought of Axel disliking the gift. The fact that he had a crush on him for a little while now. The fact that he was a dumbass when it came to taking hints because he thought that Axel was like this with everyone. But before he could, Axel spoke again. "Don't make that face, you didn't do anything wrong. Look, let's hang out together soon. Just the two of us. Deal?"

Scholar wasn't so sure about the "you didn't do anything wrong" part, since he just noticed that Axel was in fact trying to flirt with him for a while now and he was constantly brushing it off while thinking that it was just his imagination wanting his feelings to be reciprocated. Scholar gulped, unable to say anything else other than: "Of course! Whenever you want, I'll be there."

Axel slowly closed the door... and immediately felt like the hugest moron of human history.

Because he knew. He knew that Scholar would never play dumb with something like that, he just genuinely did not think that he, Axel, could ever like him in that way. But now he knew. Axel just spelled it out for him loud and clear. Next time they see eachother there won't be any doubts in the way. Axel fondly looked at the puppy in his hands. "If only your previous owner knew how to take hints... Well, there's no going back now."

Axel pushed the button again and listened to the puppy's incredible guitar riffs for a while. Even hours and hours later, before falling asleep, he still couldn't get the image of Scholar's astonished face out of his mind when he finally realized what Axel felt towards him. Axel grinned. This kind of expression had no subtlety to it at all. Axel swore to himself.

The next time they see eachother he'll tell him clearly what he thinks, no hints, no silly pick-up lines. And then they'll kiss for sure.

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Here it is! Sorry, the last part was so cheesy 😂. I apologize 🙏🙏 Most of this was written at 3am when I couldn't sleep, because obviously everybody knows that the best moment to write something is when you're supposed to be asleep /s

This has so many plot holes, like for example how is it possible that Karolina didn't beat Scholar's ass the next day for yelling in the middle of the night?? Or how come Tadashi was nice towards Axel for once? That's so OOC, absolutely impossible.

Anyway, Wikimedia is obviously Wikipedia and the "lying tiger" shop is actually "flying tiger" (Not sure if this shop exists in the US.)

Well, thank you for reading!

#sweet elite #se #axel #fanfiction #please don't be cringy #in a few weeks I'll regret posting this #watch me delete it like YOINK

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obsessed-withthe-hales · 5 years

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History Part 11

Author’s Note: Yay, the next part is here! I hope you all enjoy it and I hope to have part 12 out soon :) please leave feedback and let me know what you think!

Warnings: language

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I paced in my apartment anxiously waiting to hear the knocks on my door that announced his arrival. You asked him to come. You know it’s just to get answers. It’ll be fine. But would it? I hadn’t seen Derek since I blew up on him at the school. I had practically told him I never wanted to see him again if I could help it. As everything sped through my head, so did a range a whole range of emotions.

Anxiety. Anger. Sadness. Longing. Butterflies. More anger. Frustration. Excitement. Anger again.

Frankly, it was exhausting. It was almost a relief when the knocks finally did come, ending the anticipation and forcing me to confront everything head-on. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the door and turned the knob to swing it open.

There he stood, in all his leather-jacketed glory, a cautious smile on his face.

“Hi,” he said, hearing his voice in person for the first time in weeks sending off fireworks in my stomach. Stop dammit!

“Hi,” I breathed before snapping myself into stern mode. “I want to be very clear that I called you to come over here to talk about one thing and one thing only. The alpha pack.” The grin immediately dropped from Derek’s face.

“Get inside,” he muttered, suddenly all business. “And lock the door behind me.” With a roll of my eyes, I did as he said. Once we were secured inside, I crossed my arms and started demanding answers.

“What the hell is going on? Scott is freaked out, telling me to be careful and saying that you’re scared of what’s going on, which is crazy-“

“No, it’s not. Not this time,” Derek said. It had been years since I’d seen real fear of danger in his eyes and honestly, it scared me even more. “Y/N, Scott’s right. You need to do whatever you can to stay safe. Honestly, I….” Derek’s eyes became almost pleading as he hesitated. “I think you should leave town.”

“What?” I laughed. “No! That is not happening, I am not going to just up and run and leave my family and friends behind!”

“Y/N, you don’t understand,” he insisted, a hint of anger coming out in his tone. “You don’t get what they are and what they’ll do. They will stop at nothing to get what they want, and they don’t care what or who stands in their way. They’re ruthless and coldblooded.”

“I am not going to just abandon everyone I love,” I said, voice getting low. “You tell me what I need to know to protect myself and then that’s the end of this conversation.”

“You wanna know what you, no supernatural ability whatsoever, can do to protect yourself from a pack of bloodthirsty alphas?” His tone was dripping with sass. “Nothing. If you insist on staying here, there’s nothing you can do. Or your little deputy boyfriend.” Those words sent fire coursing through my veins.

“Get out,” I deadpanned, trying my best not to lose my mind on him yet again. Derek seemed to immediately regret his words, sighing and running a hand down his face.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Just let me help you-“

“I said, get OUT.” Defeated, Derek headed for the door. I sighed, trying to come down off of the mountain of anger that I had so quickly ascended. Before he left, Derek paused in the doorway to leave one last quiet message.

“Scott’s right, you need to watch out. If I can’t protect you…just…. If- if something happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.” And with that, he was gone.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, still angry at what had just happened seconds ago, but still trying to process Derek’s words of warning. If he was worried, then this was something much more serious than Beacon Hills had dealt with in a long time.

Sighing, I got myself a glass of water and headed for the couch, ready to sit down and try to let some of the tension I was holding go. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I smiled as I looked down at the screen. A text from Jordan was waiting for me asking me to call him when I got a chance. I waited only a few rings before his comforting voice was picking up on the other end.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he greeted, making me grin like a kid on Christmas. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Uh not much,” I answered, really hoping for a good response to my next question. “Do you want to come over tonight and watch a movie? We can order pizza.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Great! God, I need to take some time to relax,” I sighed, rolling my aching neck on my shoulders. “A chill night will be perfect.”

“What’s going on? Work stress?” Jordan asked, concern lacing his tone. Shit.

“Yeah, yeah,” I lied, scrunching my nose in distaste. “There’s a lot going on at work and I’ve been avoiding paying bills, so that’s a chore that needs done. Plus I’m trying to help Scott with his school work and-“ A strange scraping coming from my door cut me off.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I mumbled, distracted by the noise that just happened again, what the fuck? “I think there’s a cat outside or something.”

“Does one of your neighbors have a cat that could’ve gotten out?” Parrish asked.

“Um, I think Mrs. Delrosa has one, let me just open the door and see-“ Before I could even get to the door, the scratching turned to an unbelievably loud metallic scrape, making me jump and gasp. “Jordan, I don’t think it’s a cat,” I rushed out, heart pounding in my chest. “Call the sheriff, I need you to get here as soon as possible!”

BANG!

I screamed as my apartment door burst open and slammed into the wall, two huge figures stepping through the frame and coming straight for me. The next few seconds were a blur of fangs, growls, claws, and glowing red eyes as a scream ripping from my throat and my phone was knocked from my hand, leaving Jordan on the line to listen to it all helplessly. I could barely hear him yelling my name through the device as large hands grabbed my arms. Struggling as much as I could, it was no use, not against two alpha werewolves. One of them growled something about my fight being annoying, which was the last thing I heard before something smacked into my skull and everything went dark.

Throbbing. Strong, intense throbbing pounded its way through my head every few seconds as I struggled to open my eyes. Focusing them through the pain was hard, so hard that I wanted to just close them again and go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. A groan escaped my throat as I slowly sat myself up. Feeling something cold against my ankle, I looked down only to find myself cuffed to a pipe and rolled my eyes. Of course.

“So, just human. How interesting,” a voice from the darkness said. My head snapped that direction to find a man walking out of the shadows, large arms crossed over a broad chest. I narrowed my eyes as I took him in.

“How interesting that a werewolf would be so intrigued with someone who’s just human,” I responded, defiance in my tone. There was a pause and I looked down again at my ankle chain, adjusting my leg and hearing it rattle. “Your supernatural ability sure didn’t help your taste in accessories, I see.”

“She’s sassy, too,” another, similar voice said as someone else came forward. Someone who looked just like the first man. Instantly I knew that these were the two alphas who had burst into my apartment only….how long ago was that? Hours? Days..?

“That’ll just make this all the more fun.”

“Or more annoying.”

“Listen,” I said. “I don’t know what you want. But I swear to God, you hurt me and you’ll have one hell of a price to pay.” It was hard to sound threatening in this situation, but I did my best.

“Oh, we don’t think Derek will be very inclined to do anything to us while we have you. Besides, once we get what we want, and you help us do it, he can have you back. With minor damage to the package, he can’t be that upset,” one of them said.

“He’ll be too busy with another mess after we’re done anyway,” the other added. If only this throbbing in my head would go away so I could think!

“Derek isn’t the only one you have to worry about,” I mumbled, rattling my ankle chain again. The twins looked at each other, one smiling and the other serious. The pain in my skull was starting to take over so I had to strain to hear what they were saying and still only caught small bits that didn’t amount to much.

“Keep longer…handy…”

“Deucalion’s orders…”

“Secrets don’t make friends,” I called to them, a dopey smirk on my face. Neither was amused.

“We’ll be back when it’s time. Get comfy, it’ll be awhile.” And with that, they headed back into the darkness and were gone, leaving me alone with a throbbing headache and a stupid ankle chain.

#history #history series #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf blog #tw #writing #series #imagine #derek hale #derek hale imagine #derek hale x reader #jordan parrish #jordan parrish x reader #jordan parrish imagine #alpha pack

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nickelkeep · 5 years

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Visits and Bribes

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“This isn’t working. I can do anything with a computer guys, except talk to spirits.” Charlie looked over her laptop at Sam and Dean. “I’m serious. I’ll figure out patterns, I’ll predict future hits, I’ll crack codes.” She clicked away at a few keys before closing her laptop. “I thought you guys had a medium on retainer for this?”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “We do. Sort of.” He looked at Dean. “Right?”

“I think she likes you more at this point.” Dean sipped at his coffee. “I mean. Cas and me? Yeah. I don’t think she’s forgiven him, not completely.”

Charlie looked back and forth between the two brothers. “I don’t care which one of you does it. Call your damn psychic, get them here, and I’ll help them help you.”

Dean stared at Sam, who in turn threw his hands up in the air. “Fine. But you and Cas can’t hide forever. She probably already knows. She’s a psychic. She probably saw it coming for Chuck’s sake.”

Sam stormed out of the room, already pulling out his phone. Charlie cocked her head in confusion and glanced back at Dean. “History?”

“Let’s just say Pamela and Cas didn’t meet on the best of terms. It was an accident. But, it’s left Pamela untrusting of angels.”

“I think most people would be untrusting of angels if they knew what dicks most of them are. We lucked out with a good one.”

Dean smiled. “That we did Charlie, that we did.”

Sam reentered the library. “Pamela is willing to come. Even with Cas here.”

“You bribed her.” Dean accused.

“That wasn’t necessary.” Sam slid in the chair next to Charlie. “She missed me.”

“You would have taken your seat over here. What did you offer?”

Charlie looked back and forth between Sam and Dean. “I’m not a shield right now, am I? Cause that’s not what a little sister is for.”

Sam offered an apologetic smile to the small redhead. “Not exactly a shield.”

“Samantha.” Dean glared and pointed a finger at his younger brother. “You didn’t.”

“It worked.” Sam shrugged defensively.

It was Charlie’s turn to be concerned. “He didn’t what?” She turned and looked at Sam. “What did you do?”

Dean sat back in his chair. “Pamela has a type.”

Charlie’s jaw dropped as Sam turned as red as her hair.

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Dean had left to go get Pamela, after losing yet another game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Apparently, the medium couldn’t drive, and that left one of the brothers to go get her. To be honest, she was surprised that Sam didn’t just go himself. To say that the bunker was in an awkward stalemate was an understatement.

Sam had tried several times to approach Charlie, but he was so deep on her shit list that she wasn’t sure what he could do to get off it. It was amusing to Charlie, watching him run around and try to apologize in his own way. Sam had made her favorite tea, the tv had conveniently found itself left on her favorite shows, she even found her laundry done.

The laundry had truly been a peace offering. Sam rarely did his, so to do hers was down right begging. She sighed and went to his room, knocking on the doorframe. “Message Received Sam.”

Sam turned from where he was sitting on the bed. “Oh, thank Chuck. I didn’t know what else I could do.”

“Didn’t say I forgave you. Yet.” She walked over and sat next to him. “What did you promise this Pamela chick?”

“I didn’t promise her anything, actually.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his nervousness showing through his tic. “She didn’t want to come. She doesn’t hate Cas per say, but she is very cautious around angels. And we all know when Cas is concerned, the other angels aren’t very fond of him.”

Charlie nodded in agreement. “Ok, but you bribed her. And you used me in that bribe.”

“I did. And I promise, Pamela really is harmless. She’s just very flirtatious. First time she met us, she was uh… let’s just say there were jokes about quarters off of asses.”

“That’s not helping your case.”

“Pamela is bisexual. You match her taste in ladies. Almost exactly to a T.”

“Samuel William Winchester! So help me, what did you promise her?”

“I told her that we had a smart, cute, fiery redhead here at the bunker that she could flirt with.” He held his hands up. “I promise, that’s all I told her. She said to come and get her.”

“And when I’m not what you’ve promised?”

“Trust me. You are.”

Charlie covered her face with her hand and sighed. “You’re still making my drinks while she’s here.”

Sam let out a sigh of relief and hugged her. “Deal.”

***

Dean and Pamela arrived later that evening. Charlie was sitting down at the War Table running logistics on her laptop while Sam was taking notes out of a book he was reading. Despite the way that the brothers had acted, saying she was royally pissed with them, she was warm and friendly while walking in with the older brother. Pamela was wrapped around his arm, and he guided her slowly through the bunker.

Charlie watched as Dean and Pamela kept their heads together whispering between themselves. The willowy brunette was gorgeous, which both brothers neglected to mention. She was wearing a leather jacket over a Ramones Tee, and jeans that looked like they had to be painted on. Pamela was also rocking a pair of aviators that were tinted as dark as possible, an accessory that caught Charlie off guard. Dean passed her to Sam, who embraced her in a massive bear hug, causing a melodic laugh to escape her lips. Just like most people, she had to look up to see Sam’s face. Her hand gently swatted at his cheek before she pinched it.

Sam guided Pamela to a seat at the War Table. She sat down delicately and gracefully as Sam pushed her chair in underneath her.

“Pamela,” Sam started, “this is Charlie. She’s our tech wizard.”

The brunette reached across the table, her hand extended. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you Charlie.” Her smile was dazzling.

Charlie took her hand and shook it. “Only good things I hope?”

“Only the best.” She looked to her left and right, but at nothing in particular. “Sam, Dean, could one of you be a sweetheart and break out some Jack?”

Sam laughed. “You just got here.”

“Yep, and I’m stuck here with you two, and soon an angel. Might as well get started.” Sam rolled his eyes and left the room to go get the requested liquor. “So, Charlie. How much did the boys warn you off of me?”

“To be honest, I don’t know much about you. Only that you’re a medium and the boys think you hate them and Cas.”

“Is that so?” She looked around. “Dean? Come here.”

Dean shot a death glare at Charlie before crouching next to Pamela in her chair and touching her arm. “Yeah?”

She held out her hand. “Hand. Now. And don’t roll your eyes.”

“Are you going to do the thing?”

Charlie piped up curiously. “The thing?”

Dean shook his head no rapidly as Pamela spoke up. “It’s just the one thing the boys hate. Might help you out as their adopted little sister.” She smiled, her lips curled up mischievously. “Hand, Dean.”

“Can I avoid this? I have leverage.”

“I’m listening. If it’s not good enough, I get to do it twice.”

Charlie sat up straighter, watching as Dean actually thought over the offer in his head. What could the medium do that supposedly terrifies both Dean and Sam?

Apparently, Dean thought his leverage was good enough to get out of the thing. “One. We didn’t tell Charlie much, because it would give you two stuff to talk about. I mean, we didn’t even tell you everything about her. Unless Sam told you more than I did.”

“Hand, Dean.”

“Two, Cas and I will stay in a hotel for every night you’re here.” Dean quickly spoke, trying to get out every word before he would have to give his hand to Pamela.

“Tempting offer as it is, this is your home Dean. But I will stick to doing it just once.” She looked over in Charlie’s direction. “Pay attention Sweet Cheeks. I’m sure I’ll have to do this a couple of times while I’m here, but it works best on Dean here.” She looked towards Dean again. “Hand.”

“Sonofabitch. You gonna do this to Sammy too?”

“Do what to me?” Sam returned with a bottle of Jack and some glasses.

“Watching Charlie?” Charlie stood up to get a better view of what Pamela was doing. “First stick your finger between their middle finger and their ring finger.”

“Shit.” Sam put the Jack and glasses on the table. “I forgot that I needed to go check, on that thing.” He quickly exited the room.

“Bitch! Get back here!” Dean called after him. He turned to look at Pamela who was feeling his fingers. “Look, it’s bad you’re doing it, you’re gonna teach Charlie too?”

“It’s female bonding. Just be glad I didn’t teach Castiel.” Dean blanched. “So, what was I saying Charlie? Oh, yes. I prefer my pointer finger, but your middle finger works too.” Pamela seated her pointer finger between Dean’s middle and ring finger, his palm facing Charlie. “Now you hook your finger around the ring finger, stop flinching Dean, push forward on the middle finger, and pull over on…”

“SONOFABITCH!” Dean yanked his hand away and sulked off after Sam.

Charlie’s mouth dropped in an amused surprise. “How did that work?”

“It’s better when you get the drop on them, but they work with their hands a lot, and the muscles don’t like being pulled in that direction. Like I said, it works better on Dean than it does on Sam, but that’s because…”

“Because Dean works more with his hands.” Charlie smiled. “I get it and I like it.”

“Let me guess, ‘cause you can sneak around and surprise them?” Pamela placed her hands on the table and rotated towards Charlie.

“They have threatened to get me a bell. Although I’m pretty sure Cas is first in line for that.” Charlie winced at mentioning the angel’s name. “Uh, sorry.”

“Sweet cheeks. I don’t hate the angel.” She took off her sunglasses, revealing that she was blind. “We had a bad first meeting. And that was 10 years ago. We grow up, we move on. Plus, can you imagine all the stuff he and Dean get up to? Woof.”

“Do you know how hard it was to get those two together?”

“That was you?!” Pamela slammed her hands down on the table excitedly. “Ok, I’m in love with you already.”

Charlie blushed, her skin matching her hair. “Yeah. Sam and me, actually. Found a case where couples were being abducted. Sam and I planned it to be me and Dean posing as the couple, then I would drop out cause of a stomach illness. Dean doesn’t like to leave things undone, so it forced him and Cas to be a couple.”

“That sounds like such a chick-flick. I bet he hated it.”

“Of course he did.” Charlie leaned across the table, “At least that’s what he says. Cas says that Dean won’t admit to anyone but him, but he was so grateful for a way to get his feelings out.”

“That sounds like the Dean Winchester we know and love.” Pamela placed her palms flat against the table. “So, the boys tell me you’re a redhead, that true?”

“Yes?”

“Nice. Jean Grey kind of red, or Mary Jane Watson?”

“You want to know my hair color or my personality?”

“Take it as you will.”

Charlie thought for a moment. “More like Barbara Gordon.”

“Alright then Batgirl.” Pamela pushed herself up. “Why don’t you come over here and lend me an arm? I need to get to know this place, and I’d love to get to know more about you.”

Bribe be damned. Charlie was going to enjoy this.

#spn femslash february #day 21 #they've never met but that doesn't stop me from shipping them #charlie x pamela #charlie bradbury #pamela barnes #charlie and pamela live!#spn #supernatural #wlw #nickel writes

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Young hope: Chapter 18

Within the void of a dark room, light begins to poor in upon the crack of the door. A young red headed teenage girl peeks within the retreating darkness and calls out for whoever it might dwell. “Opal? You in here?” Chloe wonder aloud. Once she fully opens the door, the hallway lights begins to flood the decorative bedroom. Several dishes litter the furnishings of the less then well kept room, the leftover food they still hold looking not as appetizing as they once were. The once proud dragon girl that she sought could be found laying upon her bed, stewing in the woeful market brand soup called depression, now with extra bits of sadness. “Beat it. I’m not in the mood for any of your crap.” the monk demands. “Oh, Opal. I can’t stand to see you like this...Later.”

Beginning to depart from the room, she figures if she wants to lock herself in her dank ass bedroom for the rest of time, that ain’t no skin off her back. But Chloe halts in her tracks once she hears the frosty ice dragon command and ask her to: “Wait a moment. Why did you come here? You didn’t just come to kick me while I was down, did you?” Upon turning back towards her the bed ridden monk, she admits after a sigh that: “Ryu wanted me to come over and check to see if you were doing alright. Said something about you not returning anybodies calls. He tried to come over, you’re mom told him that you didn’t wanna see anyone.” “But she’s not home right now. The doors are supposed to be locked.” “Yeah, I broke in, but that’s not the point. The point is that you haven’t been showing up to school in days. Everyone is worried sick about you and they won’t stop bitching at me to do something about it for some god forsaken reason.” Hearing this, Opal finally raises from the groove left in her bed to question that notion of worry with: “Oh, now everyone’s concerned about me? That’s priceless. Wasn’t enough that Ryu came out of the closet, but both Renee and Tricia haven’t been answering either. And on top of all this avalanche of trouble, my powers haven’t been acting right ever since that whole deal with Circe.” “You’re powers?” “Yeah, I can’t turn into a dragon anymore. No matter how hard I try, not even a scale pops up.” “Can you still control water?” To demonstrate, the fallen dragon casts her palm toward a cup of clear water resting upon the nightstand and lifts the liquid right from the glass. From their, she twirls the water all around the room, weaving the liquid both around her and unwelcomed guests. Finally, she tosses the water towards one of her unsuspecting posters, freezing into icicles and embedding themselves within the bedroom walls. A disheartened breath escaping the dragons once mighty lungs, the water warrior sadly admits that: “It just doesn’t feel the same. Like a part of me was just ripped away.”

“I don’t see what the whole friken she bang is, honestly. So you can’t turn into a scaly ice breathing monstrosity anymore, big whoop. I’d call that a plus.” “You don’t get it! Dragon transformation is a big deal on my moms side of the family! I’d be like saying to her: “Hey mom. The part you gave to me that made me a part of your heritage was ripped straight outta me in the blink of an eye. Too bad I wasted it all on nothing but petty teen soap opera shenanigans fighting over some stupid cute looking boy!” If she found that out, she might never look at me the same way again.”

With that admittance of defeat, the fallen dragon flops right back onto the comfort of her awaiting bed. A sorry site to behold for sure. One that tugs on her former nemesis heartstrings. Where before, the redhead would bask in seeing the ice monk in such a pitying wreck of torn emotions and battered feelings, now she can’t help feel like an asshole upon such a thought. With Ryu having been taken out of the equation, they don’t really have much of a reason to engage in such bad blood battles anymore. Their whole damn rivalry was kinda shallow and petty upon retrospect. Two young ladies fighting over little more then the passing fancies of an oblivious cute boy. Fucking reality TV drama all up in this bitch. Best get to work on digging their way out from the shallow remains of this broken love triangle they once had the gaw to call a relationship.

The red head begins her excavation by sitting on the side of the morning girl bed, grabbing Opals attention but with a light touch to her shoulder. “Look, the whole Ryu thing wasn’t that big a deal looking back. The dates that Ryu took us both on never led into anything serious. Probably why I never spared much thought on it when he came out.” This claims start reaching the ice monk, pulling her face out from the folds of her pillow. “As for the dragon thing; That witch bitch snatched up a lot of kids and tried to drain them of their powers. That whole fiasco wasn’t your fault.” “Yeah it was. I got careless. One night, I heard a cry for help in a dark alleyway, the next thing I know, a weird glow surrounded me I a was on the slumber express. I’m lucky to even be alive.” “That’s the thing. You are alive. I’m sure as long as that was the fact, your mom couldn’t give less of a shit about your powers.” “I don’t know. I always felt such a sense of pride when going dragon. Like I was doing that side of my family proud. Without it, I don’t even feel that much anymore.” “Quit spouting that self pity horse waste and listen. You don’t need any powers to feel like that. You’re already good at so many other stuff.” “Like?” “Um...Uh well, Mmm...You’re pretty good at getting on my nerves?” An upset exhale through the ice monks nose passes before Opal sinks back to the comfort of her bed sheets. Seems like this mission to bury the hatchet is hitting hard rock fast. Gonna need something to punch through before the ground below collapses. Perhaps a bit of dynamite might fair to shake things up.

“Alright then, fine. Stay in here and rot for all I care. I guess with you all cooped up in here, I’m gonna have to be the bearer of bad news to your mom.” The threat is more then enough to shock her former rival out from the folds of her sheets and call her out. “You wouldn’t dare. I can call the police before you even get the chance.” she counters, her phone ready at the dial. “Got her number from the sticky note on the fridge. Care to try me?” she boasts, threatening the same notion with the mothers number on the screen. The two phone toting teenagers stare each other down, their fingers itching for the call. The air gave off a much less risky wild west shootout, but with the guns being their phones and the bullets being the blackmail.

Finally, ice monk caves into the red head threats and lowers her cellular device. “Just let me get changed.” “There we go, now was that so hard?” “Fucking glaciers.”

Their trip on this self esteem recovery cruise is first through the metaphorical oceans of the Townsville mall. Although the damage from the town wide riot proved to still linger, repairs were already halfway done. Though Chloe is barely able to notice as she proves herself far too distracted by Opals choice of apparel. “Good god girl, what are you wearing?” “What?” “Why in high hell did you decide to go out in that?” “My sweater?” Opal checks, a warm green sweater wrapped around her body. “Yeah.” “It’s just in case of cold snaps. I’m been getting them ever since Circe messed with my powers.” With a disgruntled groan, the redhead turns away from the walking fashion disaster she called her guest on this trip. It’s far worse then she thought. The poor girls taste in clothing had gone off the deep end. Something must be done to cure this deterioration of clothing choices, post haste, before the poor girl crosses into the realm of the hideously abstract.

Chloe looks about the repaired walls of the mall for a single glimmer of hope to remedy Opals unfashionable affliction. Beyond the gushes of the fountain, a newly added boutique could be taken in view. Perfect. Now to just convince the victim in question to come along for the shopping spree. Best to approach this carefully. One backhanded insult could sink this entire cruise before it even leaves shore. “Hey, you know what always cheers me up when I’m feeling like a puddle of street piss? Buying some new clothes. Nothing like a shopping spree to perk those sorrowful spirits, my mom always says.” “Why? What’s wrong with what I wear now?” Opal questions. “Oh, nothing, nothing. I just wanna see what cute outfits you look good in.” “I don’t know. Growing up in a temple out in China for most of your life doesn’t exactly develop your taste in fashion.” “Well all that’s gonna change now. Come on.” A swipe to the wrist and Chloe set off towards the clothing shop with Opal in hand.

Within the shop of fashionable apparel and cute accessories, the duo partake in the fashion line inside to their hearts content. Tee’s, jeans, and accessories they go through, helping each other on what looks best on whom, though Chloe does most of the judging for what builds Opals wardrobe. Gotta build up a sturdy sense of fashion for the future. Upon one point in their shopping spree, Opal manages to pull out a pair of jeans with a design of a sky blue dragon stitched on the legging. Never though she’d get such a cruel reminder from a pair of pants of all things. Before the ice monk has the chance to dwell on what she lost a moment further, her red headed host snatches the glittering garments from her grasp and instead lends her a new pair of designer jeans, these sporting a pink petals design lacing the leggings. A site that cheers up the dragon a fair bit and reminds her to look towards the future anew.

With their fresh line of fashionable fair in hand, the pair head straight towards the changing room, eager to garb themselves with the clothes they picked. One at a time, they enter and exit, switching who changes while the other judges, even exchanging their picks at several points.

Once that fashionable changing montage has run its course, they walk out with their bags of newly perched apparel in tow. Chloe seems to notice Opals mood having lifted. looking like her woes were starting to lift away. “Seems that mini shopping spree might have done the trick. You’re looking a tons better.” “Yeah. I’d admit, I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as I did. Wearing the same old stuff everyday and you never really appreciate how you look.” The young monk pulls from her bag of acquired wares a dark purple skirt, one that she had taken a fancy eye to. “Not once did I think I’d pick out something as cute as this.” Upon inspecting the piece carefully, the red head finds it best to give out one more piece of expertise to her budding bud. “Opal, listen, listen...That skirt would go amazingly with something of a light violet.” “You think so.” “Oh trust me girl. Boys would be throwing sticks of dynamite to get a piece of you.” A light giggle escaping her lips, she gives her appreciation for the piece of advice with a humble: “Thanks Chloe.”

Looking ahead, the conductor of this blissful bullet train lays her sight on an obstruction upon the tracks. Their former crush on the approach, with a yellow and black haired individual at his side. God dammit, why does his dreamy ass have to rear itself now of all times! If Opal takes a peek of him hanging out with that bumblebee haired douche bag, it’ll send her back on a one way trip to the precinct of misery and sorrow. Time for this Spicer express to take a sudden detour off the rails. Hastily, she shoves Opal into the nearest store before her site rest upon the approaching duo.

Recovering from the sudden shove, the monk turns towards the red head, and naturally demands an explanation. “What the hell, Chloe? What’s your deal?” “Sorry, thought I might have spotted something in here that you might like.” “In business attire?” “Yeah, sure will find something in this little-what?” Finally, she notices the shop that Chloe had shove themselves into and finds Opal to be correct. The two found themselves in the midst of a business clothing store. Not even a good one where the choices avalible were stylish, more along the lines of causal office wear as the red head looks on in horror the droll line of dress shirts and khakis filling the racks. Oh god. What kind of dorkish hellscape have they forced upon themselves? Even standing aside such passe choices of wares is enough to make the girls skin creep. Best make their escape as soon as possible. “Oh, whoops. My bad. Must have been something I imagined. What’d you say we bounce outta here and look somewhere else for you to where did you go?” Beside her, the ice monk seemed to have slipped form her side, witnessing Opal travel further into the depths of the store. Dear god no. The red head hesitates not a moment further to chase after her guest, rushing into the racks as fast as she can.

Chloe takes her frantic search through the racks and shelves of this office depot, hoping to pull Opal out from the deep wells of this company appointed shop. Has the poor girl finally delved into the depths of madness, or she bravely naive enough to think that she might find something to pull a decent look off in this joint? Dammit, it won’t be long before the spirit of drab office apparel consumes her very being. There might be no saving her at that point. A fate she intends to have not befall the monk.

Her search takes her to the back of the store, the girl she sought coming out garbed in a long sleeved lilac dress shirt in junction with her new purple skirt. “Well, how do I look?” Opal wonders. “You...You look...Not half bad actually.” “You think so?” “Yeah. The skirt actually makes the whole thing surprisingly work.” The red head takes a quite sigh of relief upon the girls overall look. That was quite the scare for the minute there. Thought she’d had her sense of fashion poisoned within this horrid realm of dull business apparel. “Glad you like it so much. Just wish I had enough money to take it home. Spent the last of it over at the other place.” “Oh don’t you worry about cash. Let me take care of cash.” “Are you sure?” “Of course. I’m god damn loaded. Just give me a second.” As the red head goes off to pay for her former foes new digs, the watery young woman looks over to her sweater that rested within one of the bags with a mix of slight attachment and worry.

The next stop on this road trip in the RV of gleeful merriment and mirthful recovery was grabbing a bite to eat. Since Chloe picked where they went at the last few times, she figures it might be time for Opal to take the wheel on a couple stops. Where the ice monk decides to take this road trip was at a Chinese restaurant. And not one of those cheap ass takeout restaurants you find along a strip mall either, we’re talking about the exotic stuff all up in this biz.

The two ladies await for their servings to arrive, admiring the décor planted throughout the restaurant mixed with the eastern style music playing on the speakers above. The variety of food being served to the awaiting people matched the eastern motif like no other, emitting the unique scents that one would find in the land of dragons. The entire restaurant gave out the vibe that you just stepped within a little slice of China. “Wow, this place looks so exotic. Nice choice for a stop, girl.” “Yeah, I thought coming here might cheer me up a bit. The food they serve always reminds me of the stuff I’d eat at my dad temple. Hope he’s doing alright over there.”

Upon that wonder, their food arrives, the waiter resting the delectable dishes before them. While Opal has ordered herself a delectable bowl of chow mein with a side of fried rice, Chloe was given a saucy serving of sweet and sour chicken. The combining aroma’s of the dishes create an overwhelming scent that girls noses eagerly take in. They can practically feel the tantalizing tastes of the Chinese already and hesitate not a moment longer to dig in.

Although the water warrior does not hesitate partaking in her decided dish, relishing the nearly nostalgic flavors; the same cannot be said for the red head, having trouble as early as handling the pair of chopstick she was given No matter what way she choose to hold the foreign utensils, the sticks would always slip from her grip. Looking over, Chloe finds her former rival having next to no trouble accomplishing such a task, taking in bite after bite of the noodles set before her. How the hell does anybody eat with these damn things? Who’s the jackass that thought that eating your food with a pair of sticks would be the most practical idea? The better question is how it became a standard in some countries? Ah, well. No shame in asking for a fork.

After grabbing the attention of a nearby waiter with a wave of her hand, Chloe asks them: “Excuse me. Have you got any forks or spoons I can use?” “Oh, sorry. I’m afraid we can’t serve anyone those at them moment. All of them are being washed.” The waiter takes their leave, leaving Chloe little option but to risk experimenting with the unique set of utensils. Well shit, guess this exotically enticing meal will have to wait for the doggy bag, then. But the red head stomach relay’s to her its objections upon waiting a moment further with quite the upsetting growl, demanding the food before them enter her body at once. Fine, you win stomach. Guess no better time to practice then now.

One more time, she holds the sticks together, pinching them carefully between her fingers. Slowly, she navigates the ends towards her chicken, pinching the piece between the tips. Ha, gotcha! Now to just lift the sour sweet piece and finally partake in the long awaited flavor. But inches away from her gaping mouth, it slips from the sticks delecate grasp and plops upon the table. The gooey sweet and sour sauce splatters upon impact, tempting to land on her newly bought designer garments if not for the red head blocking palm. Jesus, that was close! If even a single drip of this tantalizing nectar got on her person, its doubtful the stains would ever come out. Why didn’t she just order the fucking rice bowl? Damn this enticing Chinese explosion of sauces and flavors. The taste of exotic foods was always such a crippling weakness to the young lady, no matter how unashamedly juicy it may present itself. Its all just so damn tasty.

Opal on the other hand proves to be halfway done with her chow mein, taking in the delectable noodles with nothing but pinches from her chopsticks. As she continues to dine on her dish however, she can’t help but notices Chloe’s fumbles upon the same venture, watching as she struggles to lift even a piece of her chicken. Where before, the monk of water would take the opportunity to show off amidst her former rivals falls from grace, she instead feels motives for a much opposite form of action.

Pinching the piece of sweet and sour chicken with a stick in each hand, she slowly lifts the longing flavor of the saucy poultry towards her mouth, only to have the piece fall right back on the plate. Right from the cusp of a boiling rage, Opal cools her growling with a grasp of her shoulder while relieving the sticks form her grasp. “Chloe, relax. Chopsticks aren’t that hard once you figure out how to use them. Let me show you how to hold them before you stab someone’s eyes out.” The monk returns the red head sticks back to a single palm, placing them between her index finger like a pair of pencils. “Just place the two sticks between you’re index finger and hold then with your middle finger and thumb like so.” That step finished, the next one shows Opal guiding their hands towards Chloe’s awaiting delectable dish, pinching a piece between the tips of the sticks using her finger and thumb. Finally, the piece makes its trip towards Chloe’s long awaiting lips once more, finishing its abrupt journey with a well deserved bite. At long last, the red head can savor the sweet and sour flavors that swirl within her mouth, the exotic tastes queuing a satisfied moan. After swallowing a piece of her well desired dish with an ending sigh, the red turns to the water monk, with a thankful: “Thanks a bunch, don’t know how much longer I could risk getting any of that sauce on my clothes.” “Hey, don’t mention it. It’s the least I can do after you bought this shirt for me.” “Now I can finally dig into this bitch!” Eagerly, Chloe pinches another piece and quickly laps up the chicken towards her mouth, but she proves that she still need work with the utensils as she drops the piece just as fast. A lowkey growl escaping the cracks of her teeth, Opal gives her reassuring calm by noting: “Hey, don’t sweat it. All it takes is a little patients and some practice. You should have seen the first time I handled them, one of them wound up flying in my dads ear.” “Really?” “Yeah, I was almost grounded.” Sharing a pleasing giggle, the two return to their meals with the aim to finish.

After a while, the duo finally end their meals with a relaxing slouch and a hearty sigh. “Man that hit the spot. That chow mein you shared with me wasn’t half bad.” Chloe admits. “That sweet and sour chicken you picked out was pretty nice too. This place serves some good Chinese.” Opal shares. “Well, hope you hadn’t had you’re fill yet. We still got some day to burn off to make some stops.” Rising from her booth, the red head prepares her trip towards the bathroom with the followup of: “But first, I gotta make a stop myself.”

One trip to the bathroom passing and Chloe prepares her walk back to pay for the check. Something that catches her eye makes her halt in her tracks however. Her former crush, Ryu, sitting in a booth facing the young man he walked beside with earlier. Are you fucking for real, here? Is he just following them or is this just some massive ass coincidence. Better bolt it before the site strikes Opals gaze, else the whole day plan might come to a screeching stop.

As the ice monk prepares for their departure, she takes witness to her red headed friend making a swift rush in her direction. Quickly setting the money she owes upon the table, Chloe takes Opals hands and rushes for the door. “Come on. The night is burning.” she insists. Little do both of them fail to realizes is that the water warrior has yet to retrieve her sweater, resting upon the seat of their former booth.

With their stomachs stuffed and their taste buds quenched, Opal yet again takes the reins of this frolicsome venture, riding into the realm of infinite possibilities as the day soon fades to make way for the towns dusk. However, in what seemed like a cruel joke, the water monk decides that the next stop upon this girls night out was an office supply emporium of all place. “You know, Opal. You had me with the restaurant and then you lost me here. We’re supposed to be having fun tonight. Why did you drag us hear of all places?” “I just need to stop in here to get several things. My supplies stock has taken a huge nosedive and I need to refuel.” Hearing a load groan escape the redheads lungs, Opal reassures her to: “Don’t worry. I promise we won’t be here for long. Maybe you can help me pick out some cute files.” With that, a much louder groan escapes the red head.

Surely, an excuse that she has heard many a times by now. It’s always just a couple minutes, isn’t it? But a couple could soon easily morph into several, as evidence by the so many times Kingsley has drag her and her parent to this accursed depot of business tools. Seriously, every time she wound up in here, the minutes just slug on to a dead crawl. She’d even try faking sick a couple time just for the hope of relief from the ticking of the clock. Though the red head dares make an acceptation this time around, as her determination to put the petty past behind beckon to the call. This is a day of redemption dammit, a day that will not be tainted by the impulses of rising boredom. If her budding bud wishes to partake in this spree through the mart of office supplies, so be it. Chloe’s only concern is how long she’ll be able to last amidst the droll wilds.

And its not long before the red head resolves swiftly begins to wear thin. The trip through the depot leads them through shelves of staples, plenty of papers, and countless amounts of pencil and pen alike. While Opal enjoys the weirdly tranquil calm of looming through the interior of the store, the redhead was beginning to loose her mind trekking through all of it once again as the horridly shitty excuse for store music breaches her ears for the 10th time in a row. Seriously, its all they fucking play here! She’s heard it on loop, so many times, she occasionally hears echoes of its reprise long after she’s departed. If she has to navigate her way through even another hall of boring file organizers, someones spine is coming out of their backs. The wonder if her former rival just dragged her hear to make her suffer, begins to take hold.

Upon the cusp of a rage induced shit fit, something that catches her eye halts her readying freak-out. Twas nothing more complex then a simple pen, a pen with a rather unique design catching Chloe’s eye. It looks...really nice actually. The elegant pattern swirling along the barrel, the gracious clip seamlessly matching the design of the cap, almost like the designs of a fashionable dress. How the hell is it possible for a pen to look this good. Throughout all the times she’s been through this god forsaken office store, she’s never noticed such a gem. Can’t let this catch slip through her grasp. Taking her newfound pen, she turns back to find she has lost site of her frosty friend. Dammit, where did she wonder of to, now? Swear, you take your eye off some people for a moment and they’re gone, just like that. Better find her before she looses herself in the swirling nether of clip boards and printer ink.

In the midst of her search through this office emporium, Chloe comes across a mess of supplies forming trailing throughout the isles. These supplies seems a little familiar. Staples, paper, pen and pencil. Weren’t these the things that Opal was shopping for? Hard to say for certain. Almost everything in here looks the same, all of it blending together to the red heads point of view. But something still feels amiss. She knows Opal isn’t this incompetently clumsy just to drop her shit everywhere like this. Whatever’s happened, she better follow the trail fast.

The path of paper and pencil leads Chloe all throughout the depot, weaving through the countless isles of supplies and customers. Each second passing is another moment the red heads worry grows. The trail beginning to wear itself thin the further down it leads, she hopes that the path doesn’t come crawling to a close soon.

The paper and pen path leads towards the back of the store, Chloe finally coming across Opal huddled in the corner. “Opal, finally. What the hell happened? Why’d you just ditch me like-...Huh?” A closer look upon the ice monk revealed her to be suffering from a nasty shiver, her breath on full display within the heated space. “Opal, what’s going on!? What’s happening!?” “Cold snap...Can’t find...sweater...Need warmth...now!”

Not a moment further does Chloe wait to drag her freezing friend out from the business depot, ignoring the alarm that sounds off as they pass. Out in the parking lot, the red head looks around, hoping to find someplace for her bitter cold bud to thaw. Can’t take to the skies, gliding through cold evening air is just asking to make things worse. Too far from home either. The trip potentially taking roughly an hour on foot. Not the kind of time she has to spend. There’s gotta be somewhere around here a couple gals can shelter themselves from the chilling cold of the fall winds. Wherever that may be, they better find it fast, else Opal might make for a fine example of the looming dangers of hypothermia.

Up and down and all around the block they go, hoping somewhere around was the salvation of heat and warmth the freezing monk so desires. With each passing second, her shaking worsens. Chloe feeling Opals shivers against her body worsen as the red head holds her tight for warmth. Come on! There has to be somewhere here that can save them from the freezing faults of fall. Another minute longer and shemight succumb to a frightening frosty fate.

In the midst of her frantic search for the desiring relief of warm do the duo spot an orange glow, piercing through the darkness of an alleyway on the wayside. Not a moment longer do they rush towards the light, finding within the alley a burning oil drum that few of the cities homeless have huddled around to bask in its heat. Perhaps not the most appealing places to seek shelter from old mans winters knock at the door, but given Opals dropping temperature, it’ll have to make do. The freezing monk wastes not an another moment to approach the glowing blaze, warming herself against the radiating heat. “You feeling better?” the red head asks her. “Yeah...Warming up at least.” “Hah….that’s nice to hear. Thought for a minute there you would have ended up turning into a grape dragon popsicle.” “I...I don’t get it.” “Ah, see it’s cause you’re wearing purple and you almost froze to-” “My sweater! I don’t know where it could have possibly wound up. I need to get it back.” “Oh...Well don’t beat yourself up about it. I’ll just get ya something even better to where. Maybe even a designer coat with silk lacing in the-” “No!” The suddenly harsh objection from the warming warrior makes the fiery red head and the other homeless jump back. “I need that sweater back ASAP...I can’t go home without it.” she demands under the frost of her breath. “Alright, fine, Jeez. I’ll get it back for you.”

As Chloe takes flight from the orange lit warmth of the burning blaze, she wonders what the hell bossy MC ice fangs deal is. It’s just a stupid sweater. Not even a good looking one either. That snot colored abomination didn’t even look that good on her to begin with. If she was that worried about getting cold, it’d be best to get her a much more stylish designer coat instead. Perhaps something of a magenta color would tie her look together quite nice. Something to spare thought to as she begins her search for the ice monks sweater. Don’t want all that hard work and cash in cheering the girl up to go right down the drain. The only question left unanswered is where they could have left the damn thing. Only four places it could possibly be at. Seems this mystery is gonna require retracing their steps.

First stop on this mystery march was back at the business supply emporium. “Nah, we haven’t seen you’re friends sweater, But we did see you two run off without paying.” the cashier mentions. A disappointed sigh escapes the red heads mouth as she pulls out the money she owns.

Second stop upon this sweater search was at the boutique, the cashier at the front claiming: “No, you’re friends sweater wasn’t left here. Good thing, too. That horrid thing best not be left in our shop.” Although inclined to agree with the sneering comment, the red head ultimately takes her leave.

Up next was the office dress shop, and much like the other shops before that Opals sought after sweater is: “Ain’t here. Sorry. Though while I have you, would you like to try out are new membership plan. You get a new pair of khakis sent every month?” Nope. An irritated growl seeps through her teeth as she walks out.

Only place left to check on the list was the Chinese restaurant they dined at earlier. Luckily Chloe manages to strike a bit of gold during the hunt, the waiter confirming that: “Yes, it was here. You two left it at the booth you dined after rushing out.” “Really? Mind if I have it back then?” “Oh, sorry. A couple of guys that came in here earlier snatched it up on their way out before any of us could grab it.” “What!? Can’t you at least tell me what they look like?” Chloe pleas. “Eh, not really sure. Didn’t really get a good look at them going out. Don’t know what to tell you.” “I-...Thank you for your time...” A weary moan leaves the girls lungs at she exits the restaurant.

Well, that proved to be a complete waist of time. Going around everywhere only to find out that Opals stupid sweater was stolen. Who in their right mind would look to a sweater left on a random seat of a Chinese restaurant and go: “Ah yeah. That shits mine, motherfucka!” Fuckin really now! Now how to break the news to her as gently as possible?...Wonder if the boutique still open?

A round trip back to the alleyway the fiery red head left her frosty friend behind and she finds the lady of the hour has left the scenes entirely. Oh, where the hell did she wonder off to now? Can’t exactly message the girl to see where she’s at. Never bothered to get her number. Okay Chloe, calm down. She’s not stupid. If she left, then that means that her cold spells must have wore off. At least she’s alright for now. Only question left was where she went. Now think; where would someone who grew up in a Chinese temple for most of their life go to when feeling like frosty shitcicles? ...

Within the confines of the Townsville park, a wide view of Chinese themed scenery stretched before her. Flora and fauna from the very country it was attempting to emulate planted throughout the section of park. Buildings matching the old atheistic placed about to go with the tranquil scenery, some housing public services. A calming stream leading throughout the park flowed from the ponds almost like lifeblood, little wooden bridges connecting the lands for safe passage. Completing the entire eastern aesthetic with the paper lamps suspended upon the poles. Its a miracle this place remained untouched during the town wide riot. It always looked so gorgeous. The redhead can’t imagine what would happen this beautiful portal into the land of dragons were destroyed overnight. The park just wouldn’t be the same. But now’s not the time for exotic admiration, there’s a friend that needs to be found, dammit. Best find her soon before this nightly fall air makes her succumb to another cold snap.

The koi ponds, the ancient bell, the lily garden, the bamboo thicket each and every corner the red head looks for the lady of the hour, finding not a single speck of the frosty lass anywhere. Checking in the buildings around proved to be just as a fruitless endeavor, the ice monk failing to be in any of them. Maybe she just went home after all. As Chloe begins her trek out from the eastern themed park, her expression perks upon spoting a familiar figure standing atop one of the wooden bridges crossing the streams.

Opal herself was busy staring down into the flowing stream below, entranced by the passing koi fish as a senses of waning nostalgia envelopes her. “Hey girl!” The call for attention snaps her out of the enticing trance, finding her fiery red head friend approaching from the side. “There you are. I was getting worried you might’ve went home. Good thing I caught ya hanging around here, huh. Nice to see that you’re feeling better too.” “Uh, thanks...Did you find my sweater yet?” “Ehhh...No, wound up getting stolen.” “What!?” the ice monk exclaims, visibly distraught by the baring news. “But don’t you fret. I got you something even better. Ready?” With that, the red head presents her final gift on this metaphorical merriment cruise liner: a top of the line fur designer coat. “Ta da!” Placing the coat in Opals grasp, Chloe goes into further detail about said gift with: “Figured it’d help you plenty with any freeze spells you might catch, with it’s thermal wool interior and heavy outer fabric, that baby should keep you warm no matter how low your temperature drops.” “I...Um...Th-thanks...I guess.” “What, you don’t like it?” “It’s just...I really wanted that back sweater back is all. And hearing it get stolen is just-” “You still going on about that national offense of fashion? Just forget about it. That coat I picked out for you is way better then that snot green disaster any day of the week” That snide remark manages to set the water warrior off to boil, arguing with: “Excuse me!? That offense of fashion was special to me. You can’t just replace something like that.” “Oh, come on. I guarantee you that coat you’re holding has had a lot more money dunked into it then that mucus colored mess ever held. What kind of value could that hideous excuse for clothing possibly have?” “It was a gift from my cousin, you bitch!” A mix of shock and guilt befalls the red head upon this fact reaching her ears. “I haven’t seen him in years, but he sent me that sweater as a birthday gift several months ago.” “Opal, I-” “You know, I was honestly hoping that we could have put all all our bad blood business behind us and maybe bury the hatchet. I actually liked hanging out with you and thought you were really cool. Like, I was thinking, “Hey, I guess she isn’t as bad after all.”… But I was wrong. You’re really are just and as selfish and inconsiderate as I thought.” Her words of bitter scorn and deep remorse delivered, the fallen dragon tosses her newfound coat into the mercy of the sky, the fall winds above claiming her ill received gift for themselves. The emotionally wounded warrior then departs, leaving Chloe to stew in the wonder of her actions.

Hmm, figured that conversation could have taken a much smoother route. Things might have not taken such a drastically worse turn if the red head hadn’t crashed into the ice monks nerves like that. Maybe it’s not to late to apologize for the sudden wreck?...You know what, no. If that bitch isn’t thankful for all the money I spent on her, so be it. There’s better things to do with ones time anyhow.

Ready to depart and leave the upset dragon to her woes, Chloe turns around to find her former crush right behind her. “Hey Chloe, what’s up.” “Ryu, hey.” Whoa, when the hell did he get here!? Wait a second, did he catch that whole fiasco? Judging by his upbeat expression, its a safe wager to assume that he didn’t see much. Play it cool, Chloe. “So, what brings you around here?” “Just hanging out with this cool guy I met the other day. I spotted you and Opal at that Chinese restaurant earlier and was hoping I could catch you two to talk for a bit.” “R-really? With what?” “Well, this might sound kinda weird. But I always got the impression that you two might have been fighting over me.” “What? No. No. That’s crazy. Whatever gave you that silly idea?” Oh god. “Well, I kinda figured that both of you had a thing for me and wanted to say sorry if I may have broken a couple hearts coming out.” “Ryu, it’s no big deal. Honest, I’ve moved on.” “Okay. I was a little worried there. Hey um, if you see Opal, mind giving her something for me as a sort of apology.” Curiously, the red head awaits as the boy before her turns from behind, requesting her to: “Wait for it...”

Shortly, he pulls his of apology which takes the form of Opals lost sweater. “Her sweater!?” “Yeah, I kinda saw you two rush out of the restaurant without it. Figured she might want it back. You know where I can find her?” “Um-Uh… Swiftly, she nabs the sought after garment from the boys grasp, promising him that: “Don’t sweat it. I’ll make sure she gets it the next time I see her.” “Oh, great. Thanks. You know, I’m so happy you two are finally getting along. I guess with me outta the game, there’s really no reason to fight, is there?" “Ha ha, yeah. Good to hear. Ha.” God dammit. “Cool. Listen, I gotta get back to this guy that I’m hanging out with. Maybe work up the nerve to ask him out. Tell Opal I said hi!” With the boys leave, Chloe gives her wave goodbye, waning the further he goes as she says farewell with: “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to tell her. Good luck on your little date, Ryu. Ha ha ha...ha ha...ha...Shit.”

Whelp, guess that was the final nail in the coffin, wasn’t it? The red head felt like a complete asshole. I mean sure, at first she did all this because nobody would shut the hell up about it, even tempting to leave when the fallen dragon proved to be too stubborn. But during their time spent together, they found more common ground then either of them realize. Maybe there was even a chance to form a budding relationship where war once waged. Fuck, why did all that have to come out of her mouth. Hope the soil isn’t too far tainted for anything to grow now.

Around the park she goes once more, hoping to catch the ice monk before her bitter departure. However, another sweep around the park proved fruitless as she fails to find Opal anywhere. Please say she didn’t leave already.

Within the confines of a hidden grotto, she finally found the frosty dragon of ice, dwelling in the darkness upon a stone seat. Opal herself not to happy that her depending rival uncovered her, evident by questioning with a mildly harsh: “What do you want?” “I um…I was hoping to catch you so I could say sorry for the sweater. Didn’t know it meant that much to you. I shouldn’t have made us leave without it.” A depressed breath escaping the fallen dragons mouth, she turns her gaze away from the red head. “But guess what, it didn’t get stolen after all. Ryu stop by to chat and found it.” Reaching around, she presents the treasured sweater in question, prompting Opal to slowly approach. Showing little emotion, she takes the sweater from the red heads grasps and after inspecting it asks: “So Ryu found it, huh? Did he say anything else?” “Just sorry that he kinda broke your heart.” “Oh...” Her sweater in hand, the icy monk returns back to the shadows of the grotto, her gaze breaking with Chloe once more. “Listen, if it’s Ryu you’re still worried about, you don’t need him. You-” “It’s not Ryu I’m mad about. I’m over him. It’s about you.” “Me?” “The way you treated my sweater with callous disregard, it showed how little you think of me. That you barely even considered how losing something like that made me feel. It make me wonder that all we did today was just you trying to look like the bigger woman.

Hearing this, Chloe approaches the dragon monk, sitting beside her upon the hard stone. “Look. I’m just gonna come clean with you. At first, I just did this because everybody wouldn’t stop coming to me about you, like whatever you do is my damn business. But the more time I spent on this whole trip, the more I began to enjoy it. I mean picking out great clothes, teaching me how to use those chopsticks, finding an amazing looking pen. I’d never thought I’d have much fun hanging out with you, until today. And about your sweater, you’re right. I acted like I could just buy my way outta loosing it and never thought it might have been important to you. I always just took that kinda of stuff...for granted. You’re honestly one of the coolest girls I’ve ever met and I really don’t want things to end like this, but...I understand if you never wanna see me again. Later.” Her heartfelt apology dealt, the red head prepares to take her leave from the darkness of the grotto.

Right on the cusp of taking her sorry leave, Chloe hears the sound of the water monk call out and demand that she: “Wait.” A quick turn about towards her staring frosty friends request and she wonders what the girl might have left to get off her chest. “...Thanks for...getting me out of the house and taking me shopping. You’re whole encouraging blackmail trip actually kinda helped. I was beginning to feel a lot better. Lord knows how long I’d stow myself in my room if you hadn’t forced me out. Do you...do you still think we have time to hang out?” A warm smile drawn across her face, the red head approached and reassured that: “We’re teenagers. We can make our own time. But you might wanna better way of hanging onto that sweater of yours. Hang on.” Taking the garment from Opals grasps, she ties the warm sweater around her reforged friends neck. “There we go. Don’t look half bad on you when you wear it like that.” “Hee, thanks. Come on.”

Upon emerging from the darkness of the grotto, the sound of the ice monks phone halts the two in their tracks. “Oh hang on.” Digging the phone from her purse, she takes the answer, only to be met with the ballistic screams of her mother on the other end “Mom...S-slow down, what are you talking...The business depot...They said I did what!? Ha-hang on mom! I can explain, I...um, I...” Struggling upon what to say to the furious parental figure, the fallen dragon feels the calming touch from her once bitter rival upon her shoulder, looking back to find the fiery red head with a reassuring smile. The doubt and fears leaves the renewed monks person with a soothing breathe, determined to face the fury of her mother head on with: “Mom...There’s something that I need to tell you...”

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With this chapter, I wanted to try and explore the dynamic between Chloe and Opal in the aftermath of their burnt out rivalry. I thought it might be interesting for Chloe to try and help out a former rival having been weakened by the scares left behind by Circe, exploring a different side to the whole coping story that I did with Roy a couple Chapters back

(Also as a good story excuse to retcon Opals dragon powers, but never mind that.)

#lillaxtrigger #Young Hope

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Hold Me Tight

“’Hold the phone. You fucks bet that I wouldn’t ask y/n out?’ Hoseok straightened himself out. ‘Actually wait—I’m not surprised.’”

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A/N: hi yall!!! this was actually a WIP for about a YEAAAAR LMAAAO i was going through my wips and i saw this and i was like ayyyy i should finish this. huhu i hope you all enjoy this :D

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“He’s not going to do it.”

“I beg to differ.”

“He’s been hesitating since last year.”

“Guess who has a date bitches.” Hoseok walked back to his group if friends and ran a hand through his fiery red locks. He confidently leaned against the cold metal of the lockers but misplaced his footing and almost landed face first on the tiles. Embarrassment rushed through his veins and he whipped his head around to see if you witnessed his almost death, but you were busy grabbing stuff out of your locker.

It was obvious to everyone that you and Hoseok were into each other. Whenever Hoseok had time, he would walk you home after school and whenever you had time, you would accompany him to his dance practices. Each of your circle of friends made it a priority to tease the two of you by asking so, are you two dating yet?

“Damn it, I owe Seokjin five bucks.” Jungkook, a friend of Hoseok’s, groaned.

“Yeah and you owe me five bucks as well.” Namjoon looked directly at Taehyung who was already planning on escaping the conversation.

“Hold the phone. You fucks bet that I wouldn’t ask y/n out?” Hoseok straightened himself out. “Actually wait—I’m not surprised.”

“Alright, spill. What are you guys going to do for your date?” Taehyung draped an arm over his shoulders and spoke in a teasing manner.

“Well, since the fall festival is this weekend, I asked if she wanted to go together and that’s that.”

The fall festival happened once a year and it was one of the city’s largest events. It consisted of intoxicating food, cheap, yet addicting, games, and multiple rides. It was definitely popular amongst families and high school students who had the opportunity to work different shifts.

“Oh! Guess what shift Seokjin is working at the festival!” Jungkook also used a teasing tone and had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“The haunted house!” Taehyung answered a lot more excitedly than what Hoseok would have liked.

“Yeah, uh, we’re not going there.” Hoseok sighed and opened up his locker to retrieve his science textbook. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Dude, this is your chance!” Namjoon exclaimed. “When you go in there, she’ll be scared and you could hold her hand! It’s simple.”

“Do I have to remind you guys what happened last year?” Hoseok shuddered at the memory of his losing his voice after screaming too much inside of the haunted house.

“Come on, Hoseok. What’s the worst the could happen?” Jungkook blurted out and fed up with their antics, Hoseok threatened his friends with his textbook.

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It was finally happening; a date with Hoseok. For the longest time, you had a painful crush on the free-spirited boy from your algebra class. It was obvious that you were both into each other after a while and your friends refused to let you live without playfully teasing you about it. They were a pain, but they definitely meant well.

Your outfit for the date was nothing extravagant because the weather was getting colder and the date was being held at an outside event. You wore a mahogany flannel with a plain white t-shirt underneath, black skinny jeans, and your usual beat up sneakers.

You waited patiently near the entrance of the festival, twiddling your thumbs, trying not to overthink why Hoseok was five minutes late.

“Just calm the fuck down, y/n.” You whispered angrily to yourself. There were many logical reasons as to why Hoseok would be late, but you concluded with the idea of him standing you up. Your heart was pounding and even with cold gusts of wind, you could feel sweat forming at your hairline.

“Y/n!” Hoseok’s cheery voice caught your attention and made your heart skip a beat. He was dressed warmly, a dark brown coat over an off-white sweater, a matching burnt orange scarf and beanie, and faded jeans. A gust of wind blew against you and although you were freezing, Hoseok’s presence easily warmed you up.

“I’m sorry I’m late. My mom wouldn’t let me leave the house without all of these layers.” Hoseok adjusted the scarf around his neck. He noticed your body tense up and you kept your arms folded across your chest. “I think you need these layers more than I do.” Despite your protests, Hoseok proceeded to unravel the scarf to wrap it around your neck.

“Hoseok, I’m okay, I swear.” You pushed his hands away, but he obviously wasn’t buying it.

“At least wear my coat. My sweater alone is thick.” He rubbed your shoulders as he adjusted the coat onto your body. As Hoseok stepped forward to button up the coat in the middle, you felt your cheeks mimic the soft pink blush that rested on Hoseok’s face.

Today was going to be a good day.

Hoseok was the perfect gentlemen and at the same time, he didn’t stray away from his care-free antics. He bought hot cocoa and snacks for the both of you and made sure to brush the hair out of your face to avoid you accidentally eating it.

Butterflies were soaring around in your stomach; this was nothing compared to eating lunch with him at school and occasionally walking home with him. You had always known how sweet Hoseok was, but today felt different. Not only was he being as sweet as ever, he added a dash of manliness. Hoseok tried his best at playing the festival games and although majority of the games seemed rigged, he managed to win you a panda keychain.

“Thank you, Hoseok! But you really didn’t need to try so hard. You put a lot of money down the drain.” Your smile faded and you stared at the dainty accessory apologetically.

“You looked really happy when I won it so it’s alright y/n.” Hoseok ruffled your hair to get a smile out of you and it worked.

A gust of wind made you shudder and you automatically huddled closer to Hoseok. His cheeks tinted a bit, but his eyes soften when you two made eye contact. He instantly wrapped an arm around you to hold you closer; he was sure you could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

“You two lovebirds make me want to gag sometimes, you know that?”

The sudden sound of Seokjin’s voice started you both causing you to separate.

“Dude.” Hoseok coughed.

“Hi Seokjin! You’re working a shift?” You ask, trying to avoid any questions or statements.

“Yeah, but I took a quick 15 minute break because the funnel cake booth was practically calling my name.” He patted his stomach and took a swig from his water bottle. “I work at the haunted house entrance.”

Hoseok gave his friend a look that read stop giving my girl ideas.

“Hm, I actually haven’t gone into the haunted house.”

“W-Well, it’s n-nothing special. Just your typical jump scares and loud sound effects.” Hoseok tried his hardest to make it seem like the haunted house wasn’t exciting so you would lose interest in the activity.

“Oooh! I want to go! Let’s go, Hoseok!” There was a cold sweat that ran down the side of his face. “And we’re going in together so it shouldn’t be too bad, right?”

Hoseok felt his soul ascend from his body as you two approached the worn down looking doors of the haunted house. Seokjin took his spot back at the podium after telling his coworker to take a break.

“Alright, just go through this door and make it to the end—simple.” Seokjin looked Hoseok dead in the eyes. “Have fun.”

You hooked your arm with Hoseok’s and took the first few steps while he trod slowly behind you mouthing the words help me to his chuckling friend. He couldn’t quite put it into words but he had uneasy feeling going into the haunted house.

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“Be cool, Hoseok. Be fucking cool.” Even if he continuously whispered those words to himself, Hoseok could already feel that his legs were going to give out within the first ten seconds of walking in.

“Fucking hell.” You snaked your hand around to reach for Hoseok’s. “I think I’m going to die.”

“Y-You and me both.” The warmth of your hands sparked flames and it almost took away every fear swimming throughout his body.

Keyword: almost.

Within the dark and eerie red lights that were confined in the hallways, a sharp blast of mist exploded in front of them making you shriek and Hoseok scream an octave higher than you. He held tightly onto your hand as he sunk halfway against the wall beside him.

“Jesus Christ!” Hoseok breathed. “Nope, I can’t do this.”

“Come on, Hoseok! We have to finish what we started.” You lightly tugged on his hand trying to share some positivity.

Hoseok clutched his chest and allowed himself to get lifted back onto his feet. You seemed ecstatic about wanting to finish the haunted house and he didn’t have the heart to turn back now.

Hand in hand, you both slithered through a hallway filled with paintings of face just staring as you two tiptoed through the darkness. Right when Hoseok gained a bit of courage to walk in front of you, a person, who posed as a still painting, popped their head out from the frame and screamed bloody murder.

“God fucking—“ Hoseok melted down onto the floor, bringing you down with him. He clutched his chest and sighed knowing that his heart was still pumping.

You brought yourself back onto your feet and still encouraged Hoseok to keep his spirits up even though it was obvious that you were just as scared as he was.

“Just kill me. It’ll hurt less.” Hoseok focused his weight into the soles of his feet and tried to resist your hand tugging.

“We’ll survive, Hoseokie!” You shot him a reassuring smile and warmth bloomed on his cheeks.

How could he say no to that?

After many jump scares, high pitched screaming, and being grabbed at the ankles, you two were almost at finish line. You were still walking ahead of Hoseok who was squeezing your hand so tight you swore it was going to fall off any moment.

The next room that came to was small and tightly packed with what seemed to be with boxes and mannequins and one flickering light above the door at the other side of the room. With caution, you stepped foot into the room and felt Hoseok’s hand shake. He was whispering encouraging messages to himself and tried his best to stand up straight. He was so adorable in that moment that you pulled him closer to your body and gently grazed his knuckles with your other hand.

Hoseok felt his chest seize up—in a good way. It was a simple act, but it was enough for him to smile lovingly at the back of your head. Just like previous moments of vanilla PDA in the haunted house, this one was also short lived.

Two ghost actors from either side of you two popped out from the cluster of mannequins and screamed in your faces. This jumpscare made you stagger backwards and you landed up against Hoseok’s chest with his hands secured around your waist. Hoseok spewed out multiple curse words and even a few in a different language. You couldn’t help but giggle at his frustrated tone of voice.

He held onto you for about a minute or two and the entire room was silent. You assumed that the actors were either back to your places or somewhere else in the house. You took a quick look at Hoseok’s face under the very dim light and there was a small streak of sweat rolling down the side of his face. It was on impulse, but you reached up to wipe it away and caught a glimpse of the way Hoseok’s eyes glimmered.

Maybe it wasn’t the right place or the right time, but if Hoseok leaned in a couple of inches, he would have kissed you right there—right in the middle of a room in a haunted house. How romantic. But despite that, he really wanted to.

Hoseok’s hands grew numb and his heart stopped for a couple of seconds because the eerie whisper of his name was blown beside his ear. Every desire of wanting to kiss you was replaced with overwhelming fear. He didn’t mean to, but he screamed in your face and staggered down onto the floor.

“Nope, nope, nope! We’re bolting out of here y/n!” Hoseok scrambled to his feet just as quickly as he went down and pulled you by the hand.

You were speed walking hand in hand and you were also quite surprised at how Hoseok didn’t jump at the final scare of another ghost actor appearing behind a two way mirror just before the exit.

Hoseok pushed the doors open and collapsed onto the grass. He stared at the fall covered leaves of the tree above him and took deep breaths. The world seemed to be spinning and he was sweating a lot more than he would like.

“You were a trooper, Hoseok.” You joined him on the grass, sitting near his head. You used the sleeve of your flannel to pat down the streaks of sweat on his forehead and on the side of his face.

“I really can’t do scary things.” Hoseok closed his eyes and soaked in the cool air and the small strokes of your fingers that played with his hair.

“You managed to get our asses out of there and missed that ghost in the two way mirror.” Giggles were exchanged and Hoseok sat up, brushing grass out of his hair.

“Yeah, about that, I heard someone whispered my name and it freaked me the fuck out.” He twiddled his thumbs and took a second to think about how in the world did that actor know who he was.

In a short distance, Hoseok heard a familiar sound of laughter—almost like a high-pitched cackle. Without saying a word, he stood up and strided over to the side of the haunted house. Once he was out of your view, you heard Hoseok yell out two of his friends name. You almost didn’t want to move from your spot, but you were curious as to why Hoseok sounded furious. You tiptoed over to wherever he was and when you peeked over the corner, you found him clutching the black shirt of one of his friends.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!” Hoseok yelled. “What were you two fools trying to accomplish?!”

“W-We thought we were helping!” Jungkook uttered.

“Helping?! How is whispering my name helping?”

“Oh, that was for our amusement. We calculated the plan to let y/n fall into your arms and we touched your ankles in the hallway before the last room.” Taehyung spoke casually and Hoseok grabbed onto Taehyung’s shirt.

“Dude.” Jungkook hissed, warning Taehyung to shut up.

“I was doing fine—thank you very much! What more did you guys do in there?!” Hoseok sighed and grabbed their shirts tighter.

“We activated some of the sound effects and did a lot of the screaming.” Taehyung dug their graves deeper and Jungkook begged him to keep his mouth shut.

You cleared your throat making them flick their attention to where you were and made Hoseok let go of their shirts.

“H-Hi y/n! Well, we’ll just be on our way—“ Jungkook and Taehyung backed away but bumped into Seokjin before fully escaping.

“I had a feeling you two hooligans were going to do something—come on, out.” Seokjin nudged them to walk away and flicked the back of their necks while doing so.

You walked over to Hoseok who looked humiliated from snapping at his friends. With caution, you approached him and softly touched his arm.

“Hey.” You said quietly with a smile.

Hoseok sighed before whispering, “hi.”

“You good?”

“Yeah. I—I don’t deal with scary stuff well and my friends take advantage of that.” Hoseok tried to laugh it off and stared at his shoes.

“I’m sorry if I kind of forced you to go through the haunted house.” You apologized and Hoseok immediately made eye contact.

“No, no, don’t apologize! It’s fine. I mean, I survived right?” He laughed dryly and reached for your hand. “I promise it’s okay.”

“If it makes you feel any better, the best part of the haunted house was holding your hand.” The line was corny and you wanted to rip out your vocal chords for saying it, but the sparkle in Hoseok’s eye made you think otherwise.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” Hoseok held tighter onto your hand and felt shy trying to keep eye contact with you. “I guess Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t really do anything that bad, huh?”

“Maybe not.” You chuckled and wriggled your hand to fit comfortably in his.

Hoseok playfully swayed your hand side to side and even after squeezing the life out of your hand, it the warmth still felt like home.

“Let’s keep haunted houses and scary shit off the list of our next date.” Hoseok smiled at you and butterflies fluttered around inside of your stomach.

The idea of going on a second date with Hoseok made you giddy and you couldn’t even control the expression you had on your face; smiling from ear to ear and blush plastered on your cheeks. Hoseok also shared the same expression and the sight of his dimples only made your heart race faster.

“I’m already looking forward to it.”

♡ rae jagi

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I am now in need of a part 4 for Henry gets a haircut, I NEED more of this Carly discourse, I am in love!!

It’s here, my child. This, man. I did like two drafts of this, and made an outline. It was hard to get through at first and I scrapped the first two versions before I got this one, which i love so much. I finally, FINALLY, got to use my favorite fanfiction trope. What is it? Read on and find out.

Word Count: +7,700

Warnings: Jealousy, Vic Scheming, Patrick being a decently threatening and intimidating guy. She/Her Reader. Extra warning; I proofread, but I’m still human, and I make mistakes.

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“I’ve been dethroned.” You said tartly, together on the bleachers with Vic after school and hanging your legs limply off the furthest most left side of the row. You laid with your head in Vic’s lap, letting him mindlessly braid your hair while his eyes searched the football field for Belch, while your peers and friend barreled into each other like deranged bulls, shouts of triumph and pain reaching the two of you easily.

“You think so, Princess?” He murmured, kohl rimmed eyes finding the frown you wore. “Because methinks you’re on to something.”

A sigh, a shift of your shoulders, and he hummed, threading thin fingers through your locks and shaking loose your braids.

“What do you want to do about it?” Vic countered your silence with a prompt, one you had been mulling over for quite some time.

It was just the two of you, with Belch practicing on the field while Patrick had zipped off with the keys to the Trans-Am to grab some snacks and would be returning soon enough. Henry was MIA, and it was easy enough to guess where exactly he was at, but you didn’t dare think of the arm candy he was certainly banging in some pastel pink bedroom.

Henry had been pretty out of the way all week since the diner, his time spent with his new sweetheart or at home, avoiding you altogether and taking to hanging by his lonesome or just swinging by Belch’s once you had left. It hurt to know he was making a point to only enter a room if you had vacated it, but you guessed it made sense. The only time you really saw him was when Belch picked you up for school and dropped you off at home, or at lunch, where Henry left you to your own devices.

You knew the dynamic shifted that day at the diner, and it just became more painfully obvious as time went on, the tension between Henry and yourself made worse by your own spiteful and passive aggressive nature.

Carly’s presence at the lunch table, how Henry followed her around with an arm snaked at her hips and a hand tucked in her back pocket, or how she had started joining the crew for your days out and shenanigans after school made you feel the brunt of the change even more.

Everywhere you turned, any time you wanted to get away from the stress of classes and impending college applications, she was there. So pretty, so sweet, charming Henry and even getting Belch to soften up- then again, Belch was sure to let his guard down for any woman, he had always had a weak spot for girls, and was a perfect gentleman when it came down to it.

A week. A week of being inches from unloading another passive aggressive snarl on the girl and seven days of worrying when Henry would snap at you next.

Then came the next saturday, which had usually been the most looked forward day for any of you in the gang. It was the beginning of the weekend, obviously, but it also housed your personal favorite activity, Belch’s bonfires.

You let your saturday drone on, Vic in dance classes and Henry fucking around, the company of Belch and Patrick your shadows for that particular afternoon. Like usual, you three set it all up. It took a walk through the backwoods on Belch’s property and hauling a cooler, chairs and a couple blankets and pillows to get the job done, but you three were happy and all smiles by the time Vic arrived, dropped off by his parents and in his work out clothes.

Patrick was just then lighting the ‘bonfire’ when he showed up, which was really a rusted out fire pit Belch’s mom had picked up for him to roast marshmallows over and camp on the property with in the summers, but had instead served as the centerpiece of your saturday evenings, though a few smores had in fact been made with its use.

“That’s a lot of lighter fluid, ‘Trick.” Vic mused, coming to sit at your side and in a rickety but comfortable folding chair, settling in its polyester skin as if it were a throne.

“Fuck off, that’s how you make sure it fuckin’ lights, nimrod.” Patrick said, always on the defensive on his fire starting technique. You wouldn’t admit you thought the same, but the knowing smile you shared with Belch and Vic was proof enough that it could go unsaid.

Patrick squeezed the bottle of lighter fluid a few more times, drenching the firewood and kindling in the nasty smelling liquid before capping it and tossing the bottle aside for later use, digging in his pockets and procuring a pack of matches. He snapped one off, dragging it against the strip across the back, lighting the match with one try.

He flicked it into the pit, which roared to life instantly, the dark haired boy hovering over the flames for a moment, mesmerized by how they licked at the wood before you called out to him.

“Patrick, you’re gonna singe off your fucking eyebrows, back up you maniac.”

He rolled his eyes, but backed away and plopped down in a chair on your other side, taking his cigarettes out of the crappy mesh cup holder built into the chair and crossing his ankle over his knee, jiggling his leg in that antsy sort of way you had grown used to seeing.

“Where the fuck is Henry?” He asked aloud, sticking a cigarette between his lips and offering you the pack. You denied the offer with a quick wave of your hand, shrugging to his question.

“Dunno. Reggie, you heard anything?”

Belch lounged across the fire pit from you, nursing an ice cold beer and pulling out his phone. He typed in his passcode, scrolling a few times and frowned.

“Uh, yeah. He says he’ll be here in a bit. He’s running late.” Belch slipped his phone back in his pocket, chewing his lip, the action making you wonder if he was only giving the half truth.

Bending down beside your chair, you felt around for your backpack, unzipping it and digging past the contents. “Fine, then he can miss a chapter or two.”

“He’s gonna be pissed. We’re in the middle of the story.” Vic warned lightly, clapping his hands at Belch, who knew to throw the blond a can of beer.

You scoffed, taking out a worn and dog eared copy of ‘Dreamcatcher’ from your backpack, flipping through it until you landed on a familiar page and smoothing out the bent corner.

“Well he knows how it goes. I start reading when the sun begins to set.” You glanced up, noting how the sky was become an ocean of pastels, the hues of orange, pink, purple and blue bending across the horizon as the shadows of the fire lit the pages of your novel. “And it’s starting to set. So, tough shit, Bowers.”

You settled against the back of your chair, clearing your throat as Patrick lit his cigarette and Vic cracked open his beer, all eyes on you as you began to read.

You made it through a solid chapter before a rustling could be heard over the crackling fire, and you paused, a smile loose on your lips as you lifted your head, ready to greet Henry and welcome him to the story circle with open arms, to invite back that normalcy between the two of you and to catch him up on what he missed.

Instead, your smile dropped, and you had to clench your jaw tight from letting it drop open, watching as Henry stomped through the tall grass with Carly on his arm, her smile positively blinding.

“Wow.” You found yourself whispering lowly as they approached, Patrick’s leg coming to a stand still as he watched Henry lug his accessory to the circle.

“The fuck, [Last Name]?” Henry nodded at the book in your hands, taking to the cooler and turning from you, his words nonchalant, as if he hadn’t been ignoring and avoiding you all week. “You started without us?”

“I-” You looked to Patrick, swiveling to look at him as you whispered under your breath. “Dude am I having a fever dream?”

“No.” Patrick said back, the hand closest to you curling into a fist, the light of the fire dancing off the metals of his rings.

“Well, I wish I was.” Defeated, you turned back to Henry and Carly, who dug through the cooler together.

“Got anything that’s not beer and soda?” She asked absently, peeking over her shoulder to Belch, who shrugged uselessly.

Your eyes settled on him, and he was quick to avoid your gaze, looking positively guilty. It was then to realized he had known from the start that this was going to happen, and figured Henry had texted him earlier to announce her impending arrival.

Betrayed, irritated, and at a loss for words, you just sat there, scratching at the edge of the page, watching Carly move ice around in search for a drink to fit her delicate palette.

Why did you hate her? You wondered, really trying to find a good reason to loathe this girl, because it wasn’t like you to have this much hate for someone so easily. All she had done was make Henry happy, technically.

But god, she was disrupting the order of it all. Henry was supposed to be the first one to arrive at Belch’s on saturdays, he was the one that delegated what snacks were brought out, he was the one who tried time and again to throw his back out by refusing help when carrying the cooler through the woods.

But he had been gone. He had been with her.

You had felt his absence all day, itching at your thoughts while you folded up blankets and chatted with Mama Huggins as she made you, Belch, and Patrick lunch.

Belch was supposed to be all light hearted and joking, face flushed from alcohol consumption and munching on a bag of fritos. Now, he was just looking uncomfortable and wearing a fake smile, trying to pretend he wasn’t bothered by the intrusion.

Vic was quiet, Patrick clearly less than thrilled, and you couldn’t help but know that this was what the boys had been talking about just weeks before.

This was jealousy now, not envy. You didn’t want Henry per say, not like that. But you wanted his attention, his presence in your life, and to not worry about some girl you barely knew stomping through the years of friendship between you, him, and the others.

You were jealous she had Henry, you were angry Henry was avoiding you because of some girl, and god dammit you were furious that you didn’t have a good excuse to say all this out loud. If you did, you’d just be proving all the boys right, and part of you worried that you’d seem a little weaker in Henry or Patrick’s eyes.

So you sat there, politely allowing yourself to be silenced as you watch Henry and Carly collect themselves in one of the worn out folding chairs. Henry cracked open a beer in one hand, his other stuck to Carly’s hip as she positioned herself on his lap and held onto a soda, the both of them laying their eyes on you.

“Go ahead, start.” Henry nodded at you, and you saw a flash behind his eyes, a wordless warning not to act up. He was, in his mind, giving you a chance to behave. If you fucked it up this time, you were sure you’d be getting something worse than a cold shoulder.

You sighed softly, collecting yourself and clearing your throat before you set to the page, reading from where you left off, ignoring the coil of submission that built in you.

So no, you hadn’t just realized how fucked everything was while sitting on the bleachers. You had known for days. But now was the time to finally discuss it, between Vic and yourself, like it had always been.

“I don’t know what to do, Vic. Henry likes her, she makes him happy, I guess.” You said dejectedly, watching across the field as Vic smoothed your hair back in a comforting gesture. “It’s not my place to butt heads with him, especially not now, when we’re at odds with each other.”

“But you’re miserable.” Vic quipped, frowning and then nudging you. “You hate her, don’t you?”

“God, yes.” You groaned, “I hate her so much, she’s everywhere I fucking look. Class? There. Lunch? She’s there now too. Henry has made Belch pick her up from home so many times this week that I’m surprised Patrick hasn’t strangled her in the back.”

“Oh, I’m sure he wants to, knowing that boy.” Vic assured you, and you turned your head back to face him, searching his expression, which remained neutral. “Patrick’s picking up on what you’re feeling, and he’s just itching to unleashing it tenfold. If Patrick could have legally done it, I’m pretty sure he would have set her on fire by now.”

Passively, you raised an eyebrow. “You think he hates her that much?”

Vic shrugged, helping you sit up and watched as you situated yourself to sit beside him on the bleachers, stretching your arms out. “I don’t think Patrick hates things. He’s Patrick. If he doesn’t like something, he doesn’t think to even consider it worth his hatred. No.. No, he just wants her gone, just as much as you do. It took forever to get along with you, and that only worked out because you made him like you.”

“I did not.” You huffed.

“Did to.” Vic nudged you with a smirk. “You couldn’t stand him not liking you. You’re so eager to please, Princess, so you spent the better half of two years making that idiot warm up to you, and that’s probably the only reason he puts up with your bullshit.”

“Uh huh, that’s besides the point.” You averted your gaze, thinking to yourself how odd you felt to be pinned under such a accurate description of how yours and Patrick’s friendship came to be.

“Fair enough, but yeah. Carly’s nothing in his eyes, he probably wants to chuck her to the curb and get on with his life, his routine. So…”

You heard his voice tilt and drift off, a telltale sign he was fast at work, the cogs in his mind spinning as he fought to think of something.

“So, he could be of use.” He finished finally, and you blinked, looking back to Vic.

“Dude, what are you even talking about? Be of use to what?”

The blond drummed his nails against the thigh of his jeans, lips pulling into a mischievous smirk that you had learned to associate with Vic thinking of the most blatantly stupid shit, including but not limited to; The time he stole a 40oz from Keenes, when he pantsed the vice principal at homecoming in junior year, and from when he convinced you to help him climb the water tower- where the two of you (being twelve and incredibly stupid) were caught by Butch Bowers and given a weeks worth of community service.

“You’re not gonna like this.”

“Oh, I can fucking tell I’m not.” You replied apprehensively, but a curious and incredibly naive part of you just wanted to know what insanity the boy at your side was cooking up in his twisted little head. “But go on.”

“Hear me out,” He raised his hands, swiveling himself to face you fully and fold an ankle under a knee of his to sit comfortably. “If we want shit to get back to normal, we gotta tip the scales, big time. Henry tossed the dynamic into the trash, so we gotta fuck it up further. We gotta tip those scales into hades, [First Name], and I know just what will throw the balance out of whack enough that Henry Fucking Bowers will actually grow a brain cell and see what he’s fucked with, y’know?”

“Vic, that’s a little dramatic, rane it back buddy, come to the light a little.” You caught yourself holding back a laugh, surprised to see Vic so intense and focused on something that would apparently upset Henry.

“Oh no, we’re going dark, [First Name].” He clapped his hands together once, eyes bright and suggestive. “Are you ready to do what it takes to get Carly Henderson out of your life?”

“I guess?”

“Then date Patrick Hockstetter.”

You gapped at the blond, blinking furiously before letting out a near shriek. “WHAT.”

It echoed, and Belch’s head snapped you face the two of you, getting tackled by someone before he could make sense of anything. You flinched, hissing through your teeth.

“Sorry Reggie!” You called, and he picked himself up, waving you off as he returned to his practice.

Once his eyes left you, you turned on Vic, voice a low whisper.

“What the fuck, Victor. No, I’m not dating Patrick. Are you insane? You’re talking about ruining the crew, not fixing it. If we dated-”

“[First Name].” Vic held a hand up to silence you. “Shut up for a sec.”

You clamped your mouth shut at the order, but your eyes burned and your nostrils flared.

“Don’t actually Date Patrick, idiot. Fake date him. Let him in on the plan to overthrow Henderson, remind him it’s fake, and this’ll go smoothly.” He paused. “Probably.”

“Probably?” You repeated, voice imitating his tone, if not with a touch more sarcasm.

“Hey, Patrick Hockstetter if a fucking man of his own league. I don’t know what he’s thinking half the time and he has a fixation with fire and probably has a choking fetish. He’s unstable enough that I can’t be one hundred percent sure he’d play the part right, but,” He stressed, shoulders relaxing. “He’d play it well. He’s comfortable enough with you to get hands on at a moments notice, and as long as you’re able to look over your crush for him, I think you two could pull it off.”

You tensed. “What?”

“I said-”

You reached out, snatching his collar and dragging him close, breath playing with the ends of his hair as your eyes froze him from the intensity they held. “How did you know?”

Carefully, slowly, the blond began to pry your fingers from his shirt. “I’ve known since sophomore year, if you’re asking about the crush thing.”

You frantically searched your memories, trying to place what he was talking about. You had only recently found yourself thinking of Patrick that way, he wasn’t even on your radar before then.

“Relax.” You heard him assure you softly. “No one knows but me. The others are about as smart as a bag of rocks, and thats almost insulting the rocks. Patrick has friendzoned you, that much is obvious, so it’s not like its going to be a thing ever. Calm down, I can feel your anxiety, dumbass.”

You let out a shaky breath, surprised by how defensive and scared the possibility of Vic knowing about your feelings for Patrick made you.

“It just, like, happened. I guess.”

“I get it. I used to have a thing for Belch.” Vic waved his hand, and you gave him a mildly confused look. “I hid it well. You’re the only one who knows I like boys and girls, anyhow. I gave up when Belch got his first girlfriend. He’s so hetero is fuckin’ hurts sometimes, it wasn’t worth it to pine after him.”

He shrugged, scratching at his neck. Vic’s eyes wandered across the field and he perked up. “Pat’s coming, you have about a minute before he’s in ear shot. What’s the deal, you gonna do it? Ask him to fake date you?”

You frowned, eyes landing on the dark haired boy who strolled through the edges of the field like a shadow, smoke following him while he carried a plastic bag in his hand and a cigarette in the other.

“What if something goes wrong and I fuck up what we have?” You murmured, voicing your real concerns. “Fake dating or not, I have feelings for him, and that can go downhill really fast. What if we dated instead?”

Vic scoffed. “You think they’d believe it? Really? Us? We’ve slept in the same bed since we were like four, I’ve seen you naked more times then I can count, and the guys know all this.”

Patrick, closer now, held up a hand in greeting, lowering it to his mouth shortly after and sucking on the cigarette he had.

You and Vic raised your hands as well, and you forced a smile.

“Fake it till to make it, [First Name]. Who knows, maybe being his fake girlfriend will make you realize how much of a dick he is and your feelings will change. It’s worth a shot if you want to get rid of Henderson.”

Patrick blew smoke from his mouth and your heart caught in your throat when his grin found you as he rounded the last corner of the field.

“I’ll think about it. Now drop it, and if he asks, we were arguing about anything but Carly, got it?”

He sighed lowly, but acknowledged your request.

“What’re you guys so worked up about?” Patrick said, finally in ear shot as he slowly climbed the bleachers, stomping up and rattling them as he went. The bag was swung into your lap as he dropped between you and Vic, taking a drag of his cigarette and smirking.

“Wondering why it took your ass like twenty minutes to grab some snacks, you dip.” Vic cracked a smile, digging into the pocket of his bomber jacket and opening his pack of gold marlboros, taking one out and patting himself down for a lighter. “Did you get my Arizona?”

“Yeah, I got your fuckin’ tea.” Patrick nodded at the bag, which you opened and started removing items from. “I was making a few rounds too, by the way. How else do you expect me to get extra dough for shit? Sitting on my ass? The only time any of these Derry fucks want to snag some weed from me is after classes are out, everyone’s too much of a pussy to ask for some during school.”

“Expulsion on sight is the punishment for smoking or dealing at school, ‘Trick.” You reminded him, leaning across him to hand Vic his drink.

“Whatever.” He shrugged passively, watching you crack open the drink you requested, a bottle of the rare but delicious ruby red squirt soda.

The three of you fell into casual conversation, though you strained yourself to comply with answers, too focused on the plan Vic had given you, too concerned with weighing your options. You drifted through the rest of the evening, seemingly airheaded and attention stuck elsewhere, Patrick and Belch both checking in with you but only receiving a soft smile and an assurance that you were fine.

The next day came, you were distracted, quiet even in the car. You spent that morning in Vic’s lap instead of Patrick’s and no matter how many times Vic whined for you to smile for the camera as he held his phone up to take photo after photo of the two of you, you would only manage a wry smile that just didn’t do the trick.

Belch even stopped for coffee that morning, though Carly insisted he head out of the way of the gang’s usual haunt of Donut Dans and forcing you all to stop at Starbucks. Sure, the coffee was better, but the defiance and resistance Henry’s girlfriend had to negate the cheaper but well loved alternative left you with a bitter frown all the way back to school.

You leaned against the Trans-Am as students slowly filled the parking lot of Derry High, sipping on your iced coffee and scrolling through your phone. Henry was talking to you more now since the bonfire, but it did little to improve your mood. In fact, you were itching to get away from the gang the moment you exited the car.

Patrick was quiet at your side, coffeeless and smothered in cigarette smoke that morning. He had sucked down two since you got in the car with him, and was on his third. It didn’t take a genius to know something was bothering him too, and you thought back to what Vic had said, about Patrick picking up on your moods and intensifying them.

You tucked your phone away, Henry entertaining the others with a story and the attention solely on him. Patrick however, saw you shift against the vehicle and snapped out of his thoughts, looking to you.

You regarded him quietly, then teetered to the side, bumping his shoulder softly. “Wanna hang tonight? My parents won’t be home ‘till late, Vic is at dance practice until ten, and I’d like to go to your house and watch a movie or something.”

Grey-green eyes considered you, and you noticed how tense his jawline was before it loosened and you saw his posture relax. He had been on guard, you realized, and that fact worried you. Why was he on edge near you?

“I don’t want to be alone.” You admitted to him, giving a little shrug.

Finally, he nodded, lifting his cigarette to his lips. “I’ll let my Ma know you’ll be over for dinner.”

You patted his shoulder, and took a step away from the group. “I’m heading to class. Later Kiddos.”

Saluting them, and receiving a chorus of farewells, you walked away, sipping at your drink and wondering, hoping, if you had made the right choice in seeing Patrick that night.

The Hockstetter home sat idly on a street where every house had a picket fence, neatly clipped lawns and polished cars. The sidewalks weren’t cracked like they were near Belch’s house, or over grown to the point no one could see them on the backroads of Derry that led to Henry’s farm. The trees that lined the backs of houses had tire swings, the gardens that neighbours pruned and weeded were glorious and overfilled with flowers of varying shades and sizes, nothing seeming out of place and brightening the scenery considerably.

The Hockstetter home was nice, a handsome size with white paint, large and spotless windows, with a nice sized front porch that housed several chairs and a couple side tables. The lawn out front was mowed, and the rose bushes that wrung around the front trailed to the back, where you had spent afternoons laying in the grass with Patrick and the other members of the Bowers Gang, chatting amicably or listening to music on a portable speaker Patrick stole out of his dad’s office.

Walking inside, you would meet a foyer with a sizeable staircase, the wall it rested on showcasing shadow boxes of past family members and Charles Hockstetter’s coin collection- which had a few missing pieces, you were always quick to notice.

With hardwood floors, white linen high backed chairs and cream colored couches with perfectly fluffed pillows, you were able to see the stark difference between Patrick’s room and the rest of the house, which his mother had decorated and kept impeccably clean.

It wasn’t always his room, it had once simply been the basement, but once Patrick had started blaring his music at the highest notch on his speakers and bringing girls home, his parents had agreed to let him take over the deepest pits of the Hockstetter house.

It was dark down there, the flood windows covered by thick curtains and the limited amount of false lighting he had were only turned on when guests arrived. Patrick was happy to slink around in the blackness, and you joked with him plenty of times that he had night vision, because he never seemed to trip or stumble in the darkness when he searched out his lamps for you or the others to be able to see in his room.

When those lights came on, you were able to see a messy expanse. His bed was pushed against a center wall, a single blanket and pillow folded around each other on the deep colored forest green sheets, there were clothes everywhere, and spare vinyl records he had never bothered to stuff back in the casings scattered about.

Patrick’s closet was always open, and you could see the basses he stuffed in there and speakers too, or the deep winter clothes he kept carefully hung up, waiting to be used when Maine finally got its snow for the year.

Opposite his bed was a comfy and torn up couch, broken and sagging on some spots, but you loved the piece of trash to death. You’d fallen asleep on it countless times, snuggled in the smell of clove cigarettes, damp earth and a musk that was just Patrick- all encompassing, all comforting. There was a TV across the way, a coffee table in between the two, where Patrick’s boots always seemed to be glued too when watching a movie, an ashtray located there as well, which he actually made an effort to clean up now and again. Aside from that there were bean bag chairs tossed into the corner, usually claimed by Belch and Vic when they hung out, but left alone when you arrived.

You liked Patrick’s room. It was so him, from the posters of horror movies and bands he enjoyed, to the shelving in his room filled to the brim of slasher films, cartoons and thick bound psychology books (which you assumed were for decoration only), the room just said “Patrick Hockstetter”.

Upon entering the house, dropped off by Belch after leaving Vic at his dance studio, you saw Angela Hockstetter turn a corner.

Tired and worn, she still smiled brightly at you, dressed smartly in a pastel green blouse and black slacks. Her hair was still pulled in a tight bun from work, where you knew she spent the day defending criminals and mad men in front of a jury.

“[First Name], it’s good to see you!”

Patrick, as he always did, rounded his mother without so much as a greeting. Her dark eyes followed her son, but they snapped back to you, her smile thinning.

“Nice to see you too, Mrs. Hockstetter. Are you sure you’re okay with me staying for dinner?”

“Oh,” She waved a hand, the light of the foyer chandelier catching a glimmer against the diamond on her wedding ring. “It’s nothing, sweetheart. I’m always happy to have you here. You’re such a good friend to Patrick, and his father hasn’t seen you in ages. We’re having noodles, and since I know you like them, I’ll go ahead and make some tofu spring rolls, with the little peanut sauce.”

As mouthwatering as the food sounded, you still found yourself a little starstruck, seeing as it was laughable how easy it was to forget that Patrick was half vietnamese. It was only when you visited his house that you remembered, his mother’s style of cooking and appearance a reminder each time.

“That sounds amazing,” You nodded eagerly. “If you need help, please, tell me-”

“Don’t worry about it, and,” She looked over her shoulder, to where Patrick hovered by the doorway of the living room, which would lead to a hall that would take the two of you to the basement. “Patrick, don’t forget to wash up for dinner. We have a guest.”

Angela nodded at you, Patrick’s eyes rolling skyward.

He muttered something, and quick as a whip, with a hard smile, Angela snapped something right back at him in her native tongue.

Whatever it was, it made him bristle, and he jerked his head away and said something flatly back in the same language, the whole scene leaving you a little awkward and at the mercy of your gut assumptions that it had to do with you.

“Lets go.” Patrick ordered, leaving with a frown.

“I’ll make black rice pudding too,” Excited by the prospect to have a guest to impress, Angela looked to you with kinder eyes. “I’ll call for you two when it’s ready.”

Dismissed, you hurried after Patrick, who had thrown open the door to his room and ducked through the doorway to head down the stairs.

You caught up after him, shutting the door behind you and trudging after him in the darkness. As always, you waited at the bottom of the stairs, barely hearing him maneuver through the maze of his room for lamps to light.

When the first one turned on you hopped off the last step, watching the lanky teen make his way over clumps of loose clothing to turn on a few more lights.

“So, what’d she say?”

His eyes flickered to you as he bent down, turning the last lamp on and straightening. “Does it matter?” He said, the tone in his voice daring you to push.

You didn’t, shaking your head and stepping over the landmines, heading to the couch. “Nah, guess not. At least your mom likes me, I guess. She’s always so annoyed when Henry comes over.”

“She doesn’t like him.” Patrick replied simply, going to the shelving by the television and running a finger across the spines of movies. “She likes Vic though, and Belch. They’re polite.”

You dropped down on a cushion, shifting into a comfortable position and shrugging off your jacket, you bit your lip, noticing how he didn’t agree or repeat that yes, his mother did in fact like you. Angela was like her son, in the way what she could make a convincing face and pretend she enjoyed your company, and she did so with Henry anytime he was over.

“She likes you.” Patrick’s voice brought you from your thoughts and he plucked a movie from the wall, flipping around to face you, regarding you with a barely there smirk. “Incase you were wondering, and I know you were. She likes you, a lot.”

“Ominous.”

“Your family is well off, you’re planning on going to a four year college, you tolerate me.” Patrick’s eyes left you as he spoke, wandering to the dvd player by the tv and messing around with it, opening the movie case. “Honestly, Angela Hockstetter would roll a red carpet out for you every time you came over, if she got the chance.”

You laughed a little. “Thats a little much, don’t you think?”

“Whatever you say.” He replied, rounding the coffee table with the remote in hand, the screen of the television coming to life as he plopped down beside you, brushing against your shoulder and pressing the appropriate buttons to switch to the dvd player input.

“What movie did you pick?” You asked, curious, usually Patrick would ask you your preference for the night and go from there.

“House of Wax. Your favorite.” His lips quirked, a sinister little smile replacing the apathetic expression he had worn since fiddling with the dvd player.

You gave a groan, smacking his chest lightly as he laughed at your side. “You ass.”

House of Wax was not your favorite film, by any means. It as cheesy, sure, with lots of slasher gore that you would normally enjoy, and a handsome villain, but it had always spooked you just a little too much, no matter how many times you’d been forced to watch it. Something about the very idea, of real people being under the wax, was utterly horrifying, and you’d never been able to sit through a few of the scenes, including the god awful sex scenes and cringey 2005 humor.

“I hate you, I can’t believe you’re making me see Jared Padalecki get hosed down with wax for the eighteenth time.” But you curled up your legs on the couch despite your complaints, feeling the normalcy of spending an evening watching horror movies with Patrick taking priority over your indifference for the choice of film.

“More like the twentieth, keep up, Princess.”

A lean arm was thrown over your shoulders as he turned up the volume with the remote and you didn’t resist the hold, scooting closer and relaxing against him, finding him to do the same. Before long, you were sucked in the film, flinching at all the old jumpscares you’d seen time and again, and feeling disgust as the plot progressed. Still, you were hooked, and Patrick was too, laughing where you’d be horrified, and nudging you when that fateful Jared scene arose.

You scrunched up your nose, but watched on.

Sitting there, curled close together and enjoying a horror movie, struck your thoughts. You wondered back to Vic’s proposition, chewing on your lip as the movie went on without your attention, Patrick still absorbed while you thought.

It could be like this. Dating him, fake dating him. It would be easy to fool the Henry and Belch. You’d just need to sneak off to his house more and do exactly what you were doing then, maybe up the PDA since Patrick was constantly all over his dates in the past. The only thing, and it hurt your head to think about, was that there would be the evidence factor.

Patrick Hockstetter was not a gentle lover. His girlfriends returned to school after nights with him showcasing purple and yellow blotches on their necks, or red and raw love bites dipping far past their collar. He’d jerk them around, bite their lips until they were sore and bruised and kiss them until their lungs gave out. He was intense, overbearing, and possessive.

If you wanted to get away with the little trick you wanted to pull, you’d have to ante up more than spending a night on his couch and holding hands in public. You’d have to commit to physical affection, rough grips on your hips, and hickeys across your skin.

Henry wouldn’t believe it otherwise, unless you looked the part of a victim of Patrick’s lust, you’d never get away with it.

“What is it.”

Your head snapped up, and you blinked. “Hm?”

Patrick watched you through long lashes, expression stoic. “What’s wrong? You’re outta it tonight. You’ve been outta it for a few days, actually.”

“Uh,” You almost chewed your lip, but knew it would give you away. “Just stuff, don’t worry ‘Trick.”

“Not worried. Curious.” He stated simply, exhaling softly. “Whatever then, don’t tell me.”

“Don’t guilt me, Hockstetter.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Princess.”

There was a grip of tension in the air, and you could tell Patrick was borderline insulted you wouldn’t fess up to your thoughts. You deliberated your options in silence before sliding away from him, to which he gave an indignant click of his tongue.

“Really?” He almost sneered, eyes hard.

You gauged him thoughtfully, and shifted yourself to face him, a leg hanging off the edge of the couch with the other tucked under you. “Listen, you wanna know what’s on my mind?”

“What gave you that idea?” He snarked, a frown forming. “Why? You actually going to tell me?”

“Yes, if you drop the attitude.” You shot back, and watched as his mouth close, his way of allowing you to continue. “Vic and I were talking-”

“Lord save me.” Patrick cracked an almost disappointed smile, as if he pitied what was to come out of your mouth next. “What now?”

“Shut the fuck up, Patrick. Damn. Give me the benefit of the doubt.”

“When Vic is involved, I’m happy to say that I’m wary of his plots and exploits, thank you. He’s an adrenaline junkie and a party animal when it comes down to it, don’t deny this.”

“Just because he-”

“Just because he what? Drank a bottle of perfume at a party, shattered an urn and lit a kitchen on fire in one night, doesn’t mean I can make an educated guess that what is about to come outta that pretty little mouth of yours is one hundred percent idiocy, through and through?”

Stunned and a little insulted, you frowned. “Forget it.”

“No, do tell, Princess. Entertain me, please.” Sarcasm drenched his words and he stifled a laugh.

“It’s about Carly Henderson.”

The dark haired boy tipped his head back, unleashing an almost earth shattering groan.

“What? What could Vic possibly be cooking up that involves that whore, and why the fuck are you getting involved.”

He wiped a hand down his face, from nose to mouth, watching you with a steely gaze.

“At this point, I don’t want to even tell you.” You threw your arms up, exasperated. “You’re such an ass, why can’t you have faith in me-”

“Prove it then.” He wound his hands up in a fashion, as if near defeat. “What’s the brilliant plan? Are you guys trying to get rid of Carly?”

Your rocked to the side, picking at your jeans. “Yes.” You mumbled.

He rolled his eyes. “Henry’ll run her off soon enough.”

“No, not soon enough, Patrick.” You argued back. “She’s sucking my soul away, I swear. I’m not ready to spend the next however long dealing with her meddling in my life. She’s at the bonfire, she’s at the diner, it’s driving me insane, ‘Trick.”

“You’re being stupid.” He leaned forward, prodding a finger against your forehead, making you wince. “She isn’t worth the effort.”

Annoyed now, you move his hand away. “She is.”

“Fine then. Lay it on me.” Patrick rose an eyebrow, and you noticed how his eyes lingered on the curves of your face before he backed away, letting you breathe.

You exhaled sharply, collecting yourself and then just tossed it out there. “Vic thinks if we fake dating each other, that Henry would see how much he’s fucked with the group and drop Carly.”

Silence, aside from the sounds of a murder about to play out on screen, Paris Hilton’s hiccuping sobs emulating the anxiety surging through your body as Patrick just… Stared at you.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, and shook his head.

“Repeat that.”

“Patrick-”

“Repeat.”

You heaved a sigh. “I want to fake date you to knock Carly Henderson into the grass, alright.”

His eyes snapped open, and the harshness behind them shocked you. “You want to use me?”

“Yes.” You knew that’s what this was, that what you had planned was centered around taking advantage of Patrick’s help more so than anything.

A laugh, bitter and short, left him before he sat up straighter. “Is that what you really want, Princess? Do you want to make the wicked witch of the west go away this much? Enough to ask me, flat out, to let you use me for your own selfish gain?”

Again, with your tongue prodding your cheek and eyes cold, you replied. “Yes.”

He clicked his tongue, sinking back against the couch and considering you with a dark look. “You know, jealousy is really fucking ugly on you, sweetheart.” He said almost endearingly, and you watched him take out a pack of smokes. “So tell me. Do you have a thing for Bowers?”

“No, that’s not what this is about.” You defended, Patrick lighting his cigarette and tossing his pack on the coffee table. “I don’t have a thing for Henry. I swear, I just think it’s unfair and ridiculous to give into Henry’s bullshit when it’s…”

“Distracting attention away from you?” He offered, then held up a finger, thinking out loud. “Diminishing your relationship with Henry? Threatening your position? Making you feel weaker?” He faked a quiet gasp when you flinched at those words. “You’re worried you’ll be replaced, Princess?”

Smoke curled from his mouth, and for the first time in years, you felt almost threatened by Patrick. He was hitting home, striking a match under you, making you squirm.

You hated it.

You launched forward, digging your knees into the cushions and looming above him. Patrick wore an apathetic expression, but you saw how his eyes danced at your show of dominance.

“No one is going to replace me, Hockstetter. I’m going to make sure of that, and you are going to help me keep it that way.” Your lip curled with your words, the dark haired boy below you scratching absently at his jaw.

Arrogant, the both of you. Abrasive, the both of you. Cunning, the both of you.

Patrick tilted his head back, blowing smoke past his lips and watching you closely. “Why should I? I could take this shit to Henry, instead. Get you in trouble.”

Your tongue slid across the bottoms of your teeth. It was a game of control he was playing now, a game of chicken.

Your friend or not, you had insulted Patrick by asking to use him. He wasn’t a tool, you knew he wasn’t, and he knew he wasn’t. You approached the situation wrong, and now you were paying the price. He was furious with you, even if he didn’t say it, his intense and closed off demeanor spoke for itself.

“You want her gone too.”

“Sure. But I’m not willing to fuck with Henry to do it.” Nimble fingers brought his cigarette back, and he sucked on the filter, the end red hot and glowing.

“Yes you are.” You assured him, and finally dropped the last of your regard for space, slipping closer and resting a knee between his thighs, dangerously close to him. The act itself caused him to bristle, but you pressed on, reaching to tuck hair behind his eyes like he would normally do so endearingly to you. His piercings glinted in the light as you continued. “You want it to go back to normal. You’re a man of routine, and Henderson is fucking with you as much as she’s fucking with me, just in different ways.”

“Look at you,” He mused softly. “You really want this, don’t you? Can’t stand anyone possibly taking away your throne.”

“No, I can’t.”

His eyes searched your own, though you were unsure of what he hoped to find. Whatever it was, he must have seen it, because slowly, with a dangerous glint in those bright eyes of his, he smirked.

“What do I get out of this.”

“The same thing I get. Order.” And I know that’s what you want. You thought to yourself, staring him down.

“A common goal for the common good. Not my style, but for you…” Patrick flipped and pressed the cigarette to your lips, little wisps of smoke leaving him as he spoke. “Anything.”

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ODIUM

Chapter 3

“Stop calling me that,” I groan.

Eric’s response was a cold stare. “Why do I need access to your apartment?�� I ask.

He stares at me a bit longer before inhaling and sitting back onto the bed. “Jeanine has no idea how to spot a divergent. She's just threatened by them; Our only job is to look over Erudite research until she feels we’re confident we could spot something that could further more research on the future of Divergents.” I shook my head, understanding the piece of information he shared with me.

“Does Erudite have any real evidence of Divergents, or their last whereabouts?”

“The last time there was any hard evidence was a little over twenty years ago. It’s the last Divergent rebellion to date,”

Silence quickly consumed the room. “I’m not staying here in the apartment with you, am I?” He looks at me, and scoffs. “You sleep in the living quarters till initiation is over. That is if,” He paused and cocked his head to me sideways. “You make it,”

My brows furrow in response, and he pushes himself off his bed. “Follow me,”. He trails trails down the stairs, and throws the dauntless badge at me. “It can also give you access to my door. If the access is blocked, I’m busy. Got it?” He raised a brow at me, and I nod my head. He fished in one of his pockets and held up a slim, reflective, black gadget with two fingers. “Alike the tablet, you keep it on you at all times. Preferably the phone only. You can access all files via mobile. Every file is coded, and can only be accessed by you,”

“Are mobile’s, and phone’s the same thing?” I reach up, and take it from him. He searched my face, and stared back at the gadget in my palm. “Did you not have technology growing up?” He questioned.

“Basic computers. Nothing more,” He nodded at my statement. “Keys,” He tossed over a pair. “Use them if you need me, and the door is locked,”

. . .

Dauntless compound seemed like a live-in hazard. Nestled somewhere underground; Tunnels scattered in different directions that all lead somewhere new. Besides most of the industrial building compounds, everything else Dauntless seemed to be underground. The walk to the living quarters was short, but confusing. I found myself admitting that I would probably get lost more than once before finally knowing my way around. We pass through a tunnel, and the sound of a crowd echo through the hallways. Eric stops at the edge, and glances back at me as I take in the mass of people all fighting, shouting, or doing something with a group of others. “The Pit,” He continues down into the pit, and turns down another tunnel that leads into a large room. There are beds all around the room, an open bathroom space in the far back with showers, and all things grooming related.

“Lauren will be here soon,” With that he left, and the anxiousness I felt seemed to wither away. My eyes searched the beds, and the one right next to the staircase that led outside the living quarters had my blue erudite bag on it. Flashbacks of the female dauntless member remind me that you were allowed grooming, and other accessories if your old faction family sent them. As I prepared to sit at the edge of the bed, sounds of the female dauntless member emerge from the top of the staircase. “This is where you’ll be staying for the next ten weeks,” She glances over at me, but doesn’t keep her eyes on me for too long. “Boys or Girls?” A candor transfer asks. I notice, alike all the rest, they still have their old factions clothes.

“Both,” She responded. A few gasps could be heard as I followed behind them. “If you like this, you are going to love the bathrooms,” She smirked, and realization hit me that I would have shower, and groom early or in front of everyone.

“Get changed,” She barked, before pushing past a few initiates, and walking up and out the door.

I watched as everyone laid their new clothes on their beds, and changed. “Where did you go?” I looked up to bed over to my right. Caleb pulled his dark orange shirt over his head by the back of his nape. I wondered, for a moment if lying would be easier. But I knew eventually someone would put two and two together. “Max wanted to see me,” Caleb nodded.

“Being a part of a new faction is going to be rough, but I think it’s worth it. We’ll be able to train and fight like true fighters,” His light blue eyes lit up at the thought of being a fighter.

“How do you two know each other?” The dark blonde in front of my bed spoke. Her green eyes seemed curious, watching both of us intently.

Caleb glanced over at me, but then back at the girl. She raises a brow, and continues to lace up her shoes on the edge of her bed. “I used to play in fields of Amity as a child,”

“That’s cool. I’m not really friends with any one of the Candor transfers, but it’s nice to see some familiar faces though. My names Emily, but you can call me Em,” She smiled, and it was bright and welcoming.

“Ophelia, but now that I’m in dauntless it’s Lia,” I smile back at her.

“Caleb,” He nods his head at her.

“Zephryine,” The girl besides Caleb spoke. “If we’re all introducing ourselves, I’d like to be included,” She grinned, her hazel eyes brightening up her smooth earthy tones. “I’d like to add that I think everyone’s going to the cafeteria after this,” She cocked her head to the side motioning for us to all join.

Entering the cafeteria, there were long tables all filled with older dauntless members. All the new initiates seemed to take up every seat but the few empty in the middle. A young woman with long chestnut hair sat beside the dauntless member who got my name wrong when I jumped. I sat down beside her, and everyone else followed.

“So, what was your old faction?” Zephryine asked while picking up a burger from one of the trays in the middle. I glanced up at her as I pressed my burger down. “I’ve only been with Erudite for a little over a month. I don’t have a true faction,” I replied, taking a big bite of the burger.

She laughed assuming I was joking, but her face became expressionless when I didn’t laugh back. “What do you mean? Do you not have a faction?” Nosy.

I chewed my burger slowly, keeping my eyes on her. “We’ve gotten a bit too personal with the questions now,” Her eye’s seemed weary, but she changed the subject. My attention wanders beside me, and I look over at the woman, and the dauntless member.

“What’s your name again, initiate?” His jaw tensed as the woman looked over at him, but he continued to stare at me.

“Ophelia, but everyone calls me Lia now,” His brows furrow, and he places his food back on his tray.

“Vidal?” He questions.

I nod in response, and he stares at his food once more. “My name’s Tris. Four,” She motioned to the man sitting beside her, and smiled. “Erudite, right?” I shake my head, and stare back at my plate again.

“Tove thought his sister had died outside the wall, but it seems you’re alive and well,” I choked a bit on the piece of burger I was chewing. Recovering, I straighten myself out, and look back at him.

“Tove has never met me. You must be mistaking me for my eldest sister, Tempest,” Four’s eyes dart straight to mine again. I take another big bite of my burger, and raise my brows. “I didn’t want to start off having everyone think that I’m some sort of alien, but you’ve seem to accomplish that for me already,” Four inhales deeply, and turn his attention back to the food.

I glance back at my fellow transfers, and they all are staring at me with wide eyes. “Well, I guess there’s no hiding that anymore,” They’re still silent, so I stab my fork into one of the cut potatoes in a tray, and stuff it in my mouth.

“Well, let’s not make this anymore awkward. Why did you leave Candor?” Caleb directs his attention to Emily who seems to still be recovering from the conversation Four and I had.

“U..Um, right. Uh. It just wasn’t me, it didn’t feel right. Plus my aptitude seemed to confirm my suspicions. I kind of knew all along I was never a true Candor,” She shook her head trying to convince everyone of how she felt, and everyone seemed to agree.

“That’s how I felt about Abnegation. I really wanted to experience things, and be who I felt I really was,” Zephryine grinned, and poked at her food again. “It’s still a big change from my old faction life,” Caleb laughed at her comment.

“I guess we can agree we all left, and joined for a reason,” Caleb smiled. Everyone nodded their heads in unison.

“Or we were just fucking tired of our old faction,” I retort, and laugh.

“You could say that again,” A male voice besides Zephryine spoke. His skin was nothing compared to Zephryine’s but also kept the same deep color but lighter. Closer to a deep caramel, than earthy tones, but equally as beautiful. His eyes were darker, and his smile seemed really genuine. “Artiste,” He smiled widely.

A transfer beside him went to speak but everyone around us started to slam their drinks on the metal table. They cheered, and turned their attention towards the upper railing. Max walks to the edge, and Eric follows behind him. His raises his hand to silence the Dauntless, and everyone seems to comply.

“Initiates, stand,” He gripped the edge of the rail viewing us all, as each of us stood up together. “You have chosen to join the warrior faction, tasked to defend this city, and all its inhabitants. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, and the courage that drives one person to stand up for another. Respect that, do us proud,” With that he turned, and left. Other dauntless began to cheer loudly, clapping along with everyone else. A few turned to circle around initiates, and before I knew it we were all being tossed up, and crowd surfed. I laughed along with my new transfer friends, as they bounced us up and down with glee. My cheeks hurt from smiling too hard, but I enjoyed the welcoming act. It almost made me feel like I was home.

. . . . .

I awoke to a loud metal bangs. It took me a few minutes, and a whole lot of banging to finally wake up. My eyes still stiff, and half shut groaning at the source of the sound. Four was at the top of the stairs, waiting for all the initiates to awake. “Training is in forty –five minutes. Cafeteria opens in fifteen. Eat, or suffer the consequences during training. I expect to see everyone in the pit before then, ” He barked. Turning on his heel to leave, I could still hear initiates groaning at the fact that we were woken up so abruptly. My hands glide over my small bunk, and I search for the slim phone. I press the home button, and realize it’s only 4:15am. I inhale deeply, and grab my toiletry bag and head to the back bathroom. I strip myself of clothing quickly as the rest of the initiates still stretch in bed, and I take a brisk shower. Making sure to clean as thoroughly as possible in case I wouldn’t have the opportunity to do so later.

I sigh at my complexion and apply my normal makeup routine, but lighter. I gently brush a light kohl liner over the rim of upper lid, and apply a generous amount of mascara. Knowing full well that false lashes would be useless during training. I’m content with my appearance, and turn back towards my bunk to change into my training gear. A marbled stretchy crew neck, and another pair of stretchy pants. I changed into them, and zipped up the large jacket I took with me the day prior to keep me warm.

“Ready?” I look over at Em, and Zephryine. Both were still busy applying light concealer under their eyes.

“I don’t know how you got ready so quickly, it took me ten minutes to realize what was going on,” Em laughed, brushing a powder over her face. “Too little time for me to look presentable. Just enough to make sure I don’t look dead,” Em exclaimed.

We followed the other initiates to the middle of the pit where Four stood, and Eric sat on a nearby stone, simply glaring at the new initiates. As we approached closer, Four did too.

“Two stages of training; The first is physical. Pushes your bodies to the breaking point, and to master the methods of combat. The second is mental; Again, breaking point. Face your worst fears, and conquer them. Unless they get you first, you train separately than the dauntless born, but you’ll be ranked together. After initiation these rankings will determine what job you move into; Leadership, guarding the fence and, keeping the factions from killing each other.” Four paced back and forth making sure to keep eye contact.

“The rankings will also determine who gets cut,” Eric speaks, and his eyes land on me. I keep my cold stare, and continue to listen.

“Cut?” Em asks.

“For each stage of training the lowest ranking initiates will be leaving us,” Eric stands walking towards the huddle of initiates.

“To do what?” A random initiate speaks up,

“There’s no going home to your families, so you live factionless,” He smirked.

“Why didn’t we know that?” Artiste asks.

“It’s a new rule,” Eric’s smirk deepens. This sadistic prick, likes the new rules.

“A new rule, somebody should’ve told us that.” Em exclaims.

“Why? Would you have chosen differently? What, out of fear? I mean, if that’s the case you might as well get out now. If you’re really one of us, it won’t matter to you if you might fail. You chose us, and now we,” He paused. “Get to choose you,” His glances at me coldly, through the side of his eyes.

These ten weeks will be brutal.

. . . . .

The first week of training was running, and agility. We did simple weight training, and light kickboxing, but it was mainly focused on our running abilities, and how far we could push ourselves. Every time I ran, my lungs burned, my legs cramped, and I was sure eventually it would stimulate some asthma attack in the near future. I rarely saw any of the dauntless leaders, as they were either just barking orders or had another dauntless member fill in for them. I didn’t bother to question when I would be seeing Eric, as I genuinely didn’t want to see him. I knew the work would begin soon, but avoiding it seemed like the best option.

We were nearing the second to last week of physical training, and they started incorporating shooting, knife throwing, and one on one combat fighting. None of which I was excited about. I shifted my stance, and kept one foot behind the other. I swung at the large punching bag, and practiced my ducks, and jabs. Jab, Jab, Hook, Duck, Jab, Bob, Uppercut, Jab, Backhand, Jab. “Don’t lean in when you attack. You blocked your head nicely, but when you lean in you are more susceptible to having the opponent hit you unexpectedly,” Four walked by, watching me correct my form before walking away.

“First Jumper! In the ring,” I hear Eric’s voice boom from the end of the training room. “Last Jumper, time to fight!”

I turn my head to Eric, and he has a cold emotionless stare. I walk slowly towards the center, and wait for the last jumper to approach the ring. A tall, and lean boy approaches close to the center with me. He scoffed when making eye contact.

He glances at me once more, before turning to Eric. “How long do we fight for?” He asks.

“Till one of you can’t continue,” Eric replies.

“Or one of you concedes,” Four interrupts.

“According to the old rules. New rules, no one concedes,” Eric huffs out. I turn to my right as Four looks over at Eric. I’m still close enough to pick up on what they’re saying.

“You really wanna lose them on their first fight?” Four snarls.

“Brave man never surrenders,” Eric retorts.

“Lucky for you, those weren’t the rules when we fought,” Four’s jaw tenses as he looks over at me.

“You’ll be scored on this so fight hard,” Eric says, before distancing himself from Four, and walking towards the opposite side of the ring.

Big ol’ Eric, isn’t so great as he thinks he is. I think to myself.

I step onto the center of the ring, and my opponent is already in fighting position. I watch as he paces back, and forth. Adjusting his stance to show some sort of power, but I could see through his tactic. He wasn’t going to be fast enough, but his blows would be powerful. I would have to be extra careful.

“Go,” Eric motions his hand forward, and the dusty brown haired boy swings. I catch it in time, and dodge it. I ball my hands up and keep them in front of my face, making sure to protect my face as I circled him.

“Come on, don’t fight like the bitch you are,” His words angered me more, and I quickly ram into his lower chest tackling him onto the floor. I push his protesting hands to his sides with all my force, and slide my knees over them. Blocking him from trying to grab at me. I swing a hard punch at his mouth, and he spits at me. “You’re weak,” He laughs. I move my right knee back, and release one arm letting him try and swoop up.

I wrap my right arm around his neck, and hold it with the other enforcing the chokehold. “I’m weak, right?” I sneer into his right ear. I feel a sharp pain on the side of my head, but I think nothing of it, and concentrate on the chokehold. Flashes of my father teaching me the correct tactics to knock someone out correctly, replayed over in my mind, and I pulled his neck up more gripping harder onto the lower part of his neck. I squeeze harder, letting the blood rush to his face, cutting off circulation just enough to knock him out. “You bitch,” He mutters, and I squeeze harder feeling his body become limp on mine. I push myself away from him, and punch him in the face one last time before I feel a tight grip on my waist.

I look up, and see everyone wide eyed looking at me. As I’m picked up, and turned away from the center ring, I see Four in front of me with brows furrowed. He’s talking to me, but I can’t hear him. I keep staring at his mouth trying to understand what he’s saying to me, but none of it make sense. I look at everyone else, and realize that some of their wide eyed expressions weren’t only at him, but at me too. I feel warm sweat running down my neck, and swipe it away, wiping it on my shirt only to notice its coated in blood.

I look down at my shirt, and realize I’m covered in blood. I look back at the unconscious opponent on the mat, and he doesn’t seem to be bleeding but there is blood all over the mat.

“What’s going on?” I speak but there’s some ringing in my ears, and I still cannot make out what anyone is saying. I feel myself being placed on the ground, and I’m met with icy blue-green eyes. There’s not much emotion but he’s grabbing some cloth, and holding it to the side of my head. His lips are moving, and my brows furrow. Why can’t I fucking understand what they’re saying. “I can’t hear you, I don’t know what’s going on,” My eyes start to well up in fear, and I let tears fall down the side of my face. I keep staring at Eric for some sort of reassurance, but I’m met with none. He turns his head, and seems to bark out orders at someone. I see the veins in his neck bulge out, and realize that somethings wrong. “Am I dying?” I whisper out to myself, but Eric’s head whips to my face. Some of the ringing starts to subside, and his massive hand is still gripping onto the side of my head with the cloth.

I read his lips as they mouth no, and hear faint words. “Stay with me, you need to stay with me. Do not close your eyes,” I can hear Eric’s faint voice, and they don’t seem emotional. I can’t tell if situation is serious, and I avert my eyes to my left watching as Four runs over to me with a bunch of other Dauntless. There are two burly men running over, each have a long foldable stretcher. One stops at the center ring to tend to the boy, and one is running over to me. I feel my body being lifted up onto the stretcher, and a few pairs of eyes looking over me.

“We’re going to put you to sleep, you’re going to be okay,” I nod slowly, feeling the darkness overwhelm my senses.

HI ! I know this isn’t cutting straight into romance, and sexy Eric. I kinda wanted to play this all out as a normal book would, and not just kinda cut straight through to sex, and angst. I tried to put most of the same dialogue from the movie so it seemed more realistic, and you could kinda picture it clearer.

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