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Chapter 5: Scared of a Little Lightning

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: With the threat of Bolt rising, so do tensions within the base.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.3k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, supervillains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, and also with fists, they fight in this one okay, swearing, hella tension and anger issues, arguing, angry Namjoon (yes that is a warning). it's just a tense chapter😅

a/n: oH I am EXCITED for this chapter!!! It's a juicy one if I say so myself😌I am begging you to come chat with me about it, things are heating up!! Be it an ask, comments, tags, hearing from you guys about this series is an absolute joy so far and it's making me giddy posting each week wondering what you guys will think👀thank you so much, that's a great feeling! I hope you enjoy reading the chapter as much as I did writing it!💜

Whatever Jungkook thought of you staying, you couldn’t care less.

While he glared, you ignored him and instead enjoyed the new additions to your routine. In fact, though you wouldn’t admit it, it gave you a bit of pleasure to know he was gritting his teeth as you continued as part of their lives.

However, he still had his chance to make your life a misery. He had taken to actively antagonising you rather than straight-up ignoring you as he had previously in training.

That was what it felt like, at least, when he was yelling “faster!” into your ear as you fired bolts as rapidly as you could muster. It was never good enough for him.

It only got worse when he took to flinging the targets around your training space with a well-aimed jet of gold. That kind of precision and strength was something you could barely hope to achieve with your powers. Even trying to hit the targets in the air was beyond you, let alone being able to actually throw one, as Jungkook did with such ease.

Though in some ways it was refreshing to have a different training routine, in most other respects it was anything but.

Anyone else could be forgiven for thinking he was simply trying to push you now that you were in line to join their team, but you knew better. The smirks that occupied his face when you failed gave it away. You tried desperately not to give him that satisfaction, but eventually you always lost out to exhaustion, leaving him triumphant.

On the contrary, physical training which you now had to take part in, was welcome relief.

Usually Hoseok was the one training with you, which you were ecstatic about. Of course, he was mainly needed to show you the ropes in the beginning, and once you understood how to use all the gym equipment, you could more or less do it yourself. But he was in there anyway a lot of the time, and you were more than happy with the way he would chat away as you worked out side by side. It felt nice to spend time with someone who actually wanted you there – who would help, or play stupid games with you, or drag you into doing pairs exercises that would never go right, normally ending with you in a hysterical tangle on the floor.

His powers being what they were, however, it was a little discouraging sometimes. You would be red-faced and ready to give up while he still had enough breath in him to gush enthusiastically about the latest band that took his interest, all while doing pull-ups.

But then Yoongi would appear (out of nowhere, as always) and grumble along with you, making fun of his ‘over-active’ brother while Hope laughed loudly.

Spending even more time in the training areas made you feel like this place was really alive. It was completely different to anywhere you had lived before, solely because you weren’t alone.

Jin had taken you directly to your old place the day after you had accepted Namjoon’s offer. It had hardly crossed your mind, so you were surprised to see it as you had left it. Apparently Kuyang had been covering the rent for you.

It must not have been much of a strain for him, you thought, standing in the doorway of your place and thinking of his laboratory in a skyscraper. The two hole-in-the-wall rooms that made up your apartment were a far cry from anywhere in the centre of town. You were almost embarrassed for Jin to follow you in there, but then he was pushing past to drop several empty boxes on the worn carpet and apologising that your new room wouldn’t be so big.

“That’s hardly the same thing,” you snorted, taking the first box through to your bedroom, “have you seen your kitchen?”

Looking over to your sorry excuse for a kitchen, Jin couldn’t argue. He half-grimaced.

“Who really needs an oven in this day and age anyway?” he tried.

Rolling your eyes with a snort, you pulled open your wardrobe and set to packing.

Halfway through, several indistinguishable shouts bled through the ceiling. What startled you was that you almost didn’t notice it, used to it as you had been.

Jin had stopped, and stared at you in alarm, but you just chuckled and told him that was how it was, living on top of other families.

In the end, you didn’t use all of the boxes. You looked around, just in case, for something you would never miss. It hadn’t taken much to empty the place of all trace of you, though you left the fridge well alone, not daring to discover the state of what you had left.

You dropped your keys on the table and left the silence behind.

Back home, there was always sound, activity. During your water breaks or after training, you would see the others training too. It felt like you were all in it together. Even with the knowledge that you could barely compare to the skill the boys had with their respective powers, you reminded yourself that they wanted you on the team.

Well, most of them did.

But you would keep working and improving. You would get there.

Jimin finally returned to training again too, after a few days where he hardly left V’s side. Seeing his boyfriend so hurt had certainly brought out Jimin’s protective side, even more than normal. It was honestly quite endearing – that was until you had passed Jimin in the training room, hurling his weights through the air with such ferocity you were surprised it didn’t dent the walls.

Hurrying past, you had decided to leave him to it. After so long being strong for his boyfriend, he certainly needed that.

The pink glow of his eyes shouldn’t be such an intimidating sight, but you knew you didn’t want to get in the way of him.

With Jimin downstairs, you found V in the living room. He had been steadily recovering, quicker than someone without powers would have done, but still you knew he had been instructed to take it easy.

A quick shower later, you were less out of breath, but still weary from a day of hard work.

Next time you returned, V was in the kitchen. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you didn’t want him to be up for too long. Ignoring your desire to sink into the nearest chair, you walked over.

“Need help with anything?”

V didn’t look around at you, but shook his head as he reached up to a cupboard.

Not wanting to push, you slid into a chair at the counter. You were unable to resist resting your head on one hand, but you fought to keep your eyes open so you could check on V.

Somewhere along the way, you failed at your intention. A new set of footsteps entering the space disturbed you as you had been dozing lightly, but the moment you caught yourself, your eyes were flying open.

With your tired state, you couldn’t even bring yourself to shoot a glare at Jungkook, who was walking up to the counter. You only gathered the energy to avoid his eyes entirely.

Jungkook appeared to have the same idea, walking past without acknowledging you. But as he drew level with V, the older boy turned away and crossed to the counter where you sat.

Lifting your head from your hand, you blinked as V walked right up to you. The next moment, he was pushing a steaming mug of tea right under your nose.

Opening your mouth, your tired brain couldn’t formulate words, but conjured a similar image from when you had made him tea the first time you spoke. You still regretted accidentally setting him off then, unintentionally letting your powers go.

Perhaps you were forgiven?

“Thank you,” you spoke quietly, meeting V’s eyes. You couldn’t decipher his expression, but he was watching you, and smiled lightly when you replied.

As he turned and walked back over to the sofa, your eyes landed on Jungkook, who still stood across from you. For a long moment, he held your gaze with a poker face. Then his eyes fell to the mug cradled between your hands, a frown darting across his expression.

Swallowing, you waited for whatever venomous comment he had prepared for you, to warn you away from V. Even after you had helped treat V’s wound, Jungkook had been opposed to you being near his injured brother.

He turned away without a word.

A crash echoed through the empty rooms.

Staring as the sparks jittered across the surface of the battered target, you dropped your arms to your sides. The training area was deserted aside from you, and you waited until you could no longer hear the crash faintly ricocheting from the walls.

Eyes still trained on the target, you panted, chest heaving.

Though you were training alone today, you could practically hear Jungkook telling you not to give in. Who knew all those insults would become motivational?

Whether it was motivation or the fear of falling behind, it succeeded.

Exhausted as you were from your training, you decided to make the most of your unsupervised session and try one more thing. Locking your trembling arm straight ahead, you took a breath and let your powers fill you up until that familiar blue burst from your palms.

But instead of aiming short bursts at the various different targets positioned around the space, you gritted your teeth and held it, lightning spilling in a continuous blue bolt towards the central target.

You had no idea how to do this, but it had always impressed you when Jungkook could lift things with his powers. All you had been taught to do was shoot. Still, you took a breath when you felt confident that your power was flowing strongly, focussing on the metal disc.

The way the sparks ensnared the target gave you assurance as you slowly raised your arm.

You felt a resistance you had never felt before as the electricity lifted, tugging at the target. It felt that you were connected to it somehow.

Tensing, you focussed intently, loading more power into the bolts already shooting through the air. Maintaining the motion of your arm, you gaped as you saw the circular metal raise along with the blue power dragging it.

You had done it! You were lifting it, it was moving-

Like a switch had been flipped, the flow of power cut off, the bright blue that dominated the space fading. The moment your powers retreated, you found yourself gasping, a wave of fatigue near enough sweeping you away.

Your knees hit the floor as the same time as the target. Wincing at the harsh metal clattering loudly on the floor, you screwed your eyes shut for a moment. Your chest continued to heave, and you noticed the sheen of sweat that had broken onto your forehead.

But once your breathing steadied again, you laughed.

The next moment, you let out a loud whoop, flopping flat onto the floor.

You had managed something new! Laughter continued to shake you as you caught your breath on the floor. Jungkook didn’t have to teach you everything – it seemed you could manage to strive forwards by yourself, even if you weren’t good enough in his eyes.

It took you a while to get up. Not even the thought of Jungkook’s nagging could have motivated you to do another iota of training.

About all you could manage was to drag yourself upstairs for food, but the smile never left your face.

Lunch was a simple sandwich. Already thinking forward to your session in the gym this afternoon, you couldn’t be bothered to make anything more demanding.

You still made two plates, however, leaving the other out for whenever V was hungry. Today the others had gone out, but with him still healing, he couldn’t go with them like normal.

You had heard Jin scolding him to make him stay, though; it seemed he felt well enough already to want to go out again.

This time, you didn’t particularly mind their absence. There was no sense of secrecy, no need to for you to turn on the news while you wondered what they were up to. As the soon-to-be newest addition to the team, you had been present to hear all the details.

Of course, given the way things went last time they returned from a job, there was an undeniable edge of nerves.

But it was an easy mission. That was what they had said, and what you kept reminding yourself.

They were concerned that Bolt had been showing interest in a lab on the western edge of the city, and wanted to protect it. Yoongi and Hope had been watching it for a while Jin and Namjoon did some digging around Bolt, and whatever his intentions may be. The latter seemed to have found frustratingly little, but didn’t let the mystery of Bolt stop them from acting.

The whole group was focussed on keeping the lab safe. Since the developer was one of their allies, they had all the details they needed to be one step ahead if Bolt should attack, which they highly expected.

Although you had kept your mouth shut at the meeting, not wanting to cause problems by irritating Jungkook when the team needed him, you had enjoyed the experience. For once, you didn’t feel particularly out of your depth. Having been Kuyang’s secretary for a while, you were well used to looking at plans such as the one of this lab, which you had pretty much memorised. The fighting and the powers, you were still working on. But at least you could understand the logistical side of their job.

After lunch, you lounged in the empty living space for perhaps a little too long. But with no one around to judge you, you let your tired limbs rest for a bit.

When you eventually made it off the sofa, you passed V in the hall. You noticed the small black receiver clutched in his hand; the boys had decided that keeping him in the loop while they were out on the mission would ease his nerves a bit.

“Any news?” you asked him, nodding at it.

V turned his dark eyes on you, then glanced at the receiver before he sighed.

He shook his head.

You had to admit you shared his disappointment, but you forced a smile to your face nonetheless.

“Well, no news is good news, right?”

Your smile seemed to be for nothing, as his eyes never lifted high enough to look at your face. Instead he gave a noncommittal shrug.

“I, uh, made you a sandwich,” you told him, “make sure to eat, and don’t worry too much, yeah?”

Walking down to the training rooms again, you felt the sadly familiar desire to do more creeping in. You never would have thought that after gaining the ability to shoot lightning, you could ever feel so powerless.

Nothing would happen to them.

You had seen their plan, it was so detailed.

There was no way Bolt would be able to outsmart them.

As you started training, these thoughts revolved around your mind in time with your steps on the treadmill. By the time you were using the machines, gritting your teeth as you pushed the weights with all your might, you weren’t sure if your mantras were helping.

They would come back…

Reaching the peak of a sit-up, you let out a groan.

There were six of them out there, Bolt was outnumbered…

Were you certain? Or were you repeating these thoughts just to convince yourself?

Finishing your set, you slumped back to the floor and stared up at the plain ceiling. This space was tucked in the corner of the gym, and you felt sheltered by the machines that blocked you from view, even though you were alone.

Breathing deeply, you brought a hand up to massage your brow. As you tried to ease the pressure, you closed your eyes.

In the darkness behind your eyelids, a light seemed to bloom. Blue, all too familiar, dancing over a face you had seen just once in the flesh but would never forget. A bright flash had your eyes flying open again, heart hammering as it expected the drop from who knows how many floors up-

Your heavy breathing fell alone in the silence.

Swallowing back the memories of Bolt, you tried to push back the fear that was curling tighter around your stomach at the thought of your friends out there with him.

You had just pushed yourself gently to sit when a sharp clang sounded, along with a muffled yell, making your head whip around to its source.

One positive thing was that you didn’t have to worry about the boys being out any more. But there were new concerns on your mind as you saw Jungkook storming into the gym. A muscle in his jaw popped as he ripped his jacket off forcefully, casting it to the floor as he stalked to one of the machines.

You watched him with wide eyes, stunned by his entrance. He hadn’t seen you yet.

His whole body seemed fraught with tension as he stood, back facing you, eyeing a machine. Fists clenched at his side, his shoulders rose and fell with his heavy breathing.

Just when you thought he was going to stand still all day, he aimed a harsh kick at the base of the machine, another clang ringing through the space.

That startled you into action, springing to your feet. While you walked between machines back to the centre of the room, he had grasped the bars and started pushing them, grunting as the weights lifted and fell, clashing against the others.

Stopping a few paces away, you stayed silent for a moment. The frustration emanating from him, the intimidating muscles revealed by his vest, all made you wary of him.

Pulling yourself together, you took a breath. Why should you let him scare you?

“Jungkook.”

He froze. His arms were together in front of him, the machine’s weights hovering as he held them there.

With a huff of air, he dropped his head between his shoulders. Slowly, he turned his head towards you slightly.

“What happened?” you asked, refusing to be deterred by his challenging sideye, “is everyone okay?”

Biting at the inside of his cheek, he turned his glare away from you, aiming it instead at the floor. When he spoke, his voice was low and deadly, restrained as if he would burst if he didn’t control his tone.

“We fucking lost half the place.”

“But everyone’s back? Then it’s okay-”

Metal clanging loudly together made you jolt, unable to help yourself from taking a step back when Jungkook let the weights drop and strode across the space between you.

“We should have had the upper hand! We did everything we planned, but Bolt still…” his nostrils flared as he took a breath, “we had to blow half of it up, just so he wouldn’t get to it.”

Sighing heavily, he turned away from you, shoving a hand through his hair.

Frowning slightly, you watched the frustrated man. Of course you were glad everyone was safe, but the fact they had lost the lab felt like a blow, even to you.

“How…?” you spoke quietly, but it only seemed to rile him up.

Whirling back to face you, his eyes blazed.

“He’s too strong. We let him get too far already. If you think you’re gonna help us at all out there, you’re wrong.” He stepped slowly towards you as he spat his words, “we can’t do enough against him, you’ll only slow us down.”

He stopped, glaring down at you now you were practically nose to nose. Your own anger bubbled within you – why did he bring you into this? His lashing out at you was uncalled for.

“I’m joining you guys because Namjoon wants my help,” you shot back, “or do you not trust him? I’ll be ready, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowing, poisonous stare intensifying, but you refused to back away. Scowling, his mouth opened to retort-

“Hey! Y/N?”

Jungkook’s mouth snapped closed, the same moment you turned your back on him to find Jin and Yoongi standing in the doorway.

Stepping into the gym, Jin looked past you to Jungkook, fixing him with a stare.

“Time to back off, Kook.”

At first, you were pleased to have someone else see how irrational Jungkook was acting towards you. But then Jin turned to you.

“I think you ought to go upstairs.”

Giving you a tight smile, Jin moved past you towards Jungkook, leaving you stunned.

“Just let him cool off.”

Slightly jumpy, you looked around to find Yoongi right beside you. Raising an eyebrow, he waited for you to come away.

Sighing, but biting your tongue, you set off. Yoongi fell into step beside you as you left. With one last look back, you saw Jin leaning against the machine where Jungkook had now resumed his rage workout, talking too low for you to hear.

As you emerged into the main training space, Hope was just coming from the stairs. His pace was rapid, but slowed when he saw you, seeming to deflate.

“Everything alright?” he jogged up to you and took a place on your other side.

“I just don’t get what his problem is,” you confessed, irritation bleeding into your words. “He turns everything on me somehow.”

The boys either side of you shared a glance.

“He’s just frustrated, but he’ll come around. This thing with Bolt is a bit more serious than we anticipated,” Yoongi explained.

Taking a moment to process his words, you swallowed back the continuing anger you felt towards Jungkook. You knew why he was upset, it just didn’t make it any easier to take.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you cursed, shaking your head, “is everyone okay? I wasn’t even thinking about all that after Jungkook…”

“Yeah,” Hoseok nodded, but his eyes didn’t meet yours. “We’ll figure it out. Just because today didn’t go so well, doesn’t mean we can’t win next time.”

“But how was your training?” Yoongi moved on, “I’m surprised you made it to the gym without Hobi to bully you-”

“Hey!” Hobi exclaimed, “Y/N’s a great student. She’s working hard. You’ll be able to join us soon at this rate.”

He directed this last at you, nudging you with his elbow. But his bright smile no longer struck the same confidence in you. Instead, you felt Jungkook’s words take root inside you.

“I just hope I can be useful…” you muttered.

“You have nothing to worry about.”

It may well have been the first time Hoseok didn’t manage to alleviate you worries, even slightly. When you got upstairs, it was to find Namjoon had disappeared to his office already, Jimin clearly faking a smile for V and near silence as Jin and Jungkook remained downstairs.

Even Hobi, trying to bring your mind away from Jungkook, had a downtrodden slope to his shoulders.

That night, you did nothing but contribute to the despondent quiet in the house.

These men had so much more experience than you did, and yet they were unable to save the lab from Bolt’s clutches. How were you going to help them?

But you knew one thing for sure: you had to.

It was with renewed determination that you headed down to train the next morning.

You arrived a little before Jungkook, depositing a towel and water bottle by the wall as he entered behind you.

“Still here?” he asked dryly, crossing the space to lean against the wall.

Straightening up, you rolled your eyes.

“What does it look like?”

“Looks like you’re naïve enough to think you’re going to be any help.”

Gritting your teeth at his retort, you restrained yourself from insulting him in return.

“Let’s just start training, shall we?” you bit out.

Clearly some of your attitude had bled through, however, because Jungkook pushed off the wall and marched towards you. His dark eyebrows drew together.

“What for?” he spat, “you can barely handle the training room, what makes you think you’ll be any good out there-”

“That’s what training is for,” you countered, unable to help your voice rising.

“I have more important things to focus on than YOU!” his voice raised in return, “you’ll never be ready.”

And with that, he shook his head, starting to walk away from you. For a second, you could only gape in outrage at his back as he stormed away. But he only made it a few paces before you recovered yourself, stepping forwards.

“I am ready!”

Your hands balled at your sides as he froze in place. You remembered the power that ran through them, your success in training yesterday. Jungkook was done underestimating you.

He spun to face you.

“Prove it.”

Not a second after his words, a slice of gold cut through the air, straight towards you.

Ducking out of the way, you whirled around again to find Jungkook advancing towards you, lopsided smirk on his face and gold light whirling in his irises. This time, you reacted when he raised an arm, blue racing to meet his gold in the air and colliding in a shower of sparks.

Feeling the thrum of electricity in your veins, you felt stronger. You stepped forwards, meeting his eyes in challenge. He thought you were too weak? That you would give up?

Jungkook threw his arm to the side, severing the beam of light that connected you, but instantly fired another bolt which you leapt aside from. The next moment, you recoiled, intercepted by a second streak of lightning cutting through your path.

You were driven back into the path of one more blast as it shot through the air, forcing you to fling yourself to the ground as sparks ripped overhead.

“Please,” Jungkook let out a scoff, “I could beat you with my hands behind my back.”

You had already jumped to your feet, lifting your palms.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Blue erupted towards him then, his own trick used against him as two beams of light penned him in, one either side.

Quirking an eyebrow, Jungkook aimed his palm to the ground, to your surprise. The next moment saw him pushing off the ground, boosted by a jet of gold as he vaulted over your attack. Reacting quickly, you shot towards him again as he was still a blur in the air.

Gold blazed to meet it, an explosion of embers as they collided. You felt Jungkook throw the attack off, sending you stumbling as your lightning collided with a resounding clash against a pile of metal targets that were stacked by the wall.

To your satisfaction, though, the clearing sparks revealed the man staggering up from the floor. It seemed you weren’t so incapable as he thought.

“Still think I’m not ready?” you called, laughter lining your voice.

Jungkook said nothing, drawing himself to his full height and looking around.

Gold light streaked towards the side of the room then, sending a shape flying towards you.

You ducked, the target clanging against the wall behind you. But more were already coming your way, Jungkook rapidly firing more gold through the air.

Undeterred, you didn’t hesitate to fire back, knocking the targets from the air with well-aimed blows of your own. The room filled with flashes of light, blue against gold, fuelled by the two of you throwing everything you had.

But your powers began to slip, reluctant to work so quickly. You could feel yourself tiring, and it was a matter of seconds before you missed, too sluggish to catch one target that shot your way.

It caught your arm, hard, pulling you off balance. You stumbled, one knee hitting the floor as you steadied yourself. Instinctively, the other arm covered your head, waiting for more blows.

But nothing came.

Panting hard, you looked around.

Jungkook stood tall opposite you, the epitome of power as strength filled his form and flowed from his fingertips. His eyes shone with an identical light. Two more targets were suspended in the air by sustained gold beams. He kept them hovering there. Taunting you.

“Like I said,” he growled, “not ready. And if I can do this, it means Bolt can.”

Face burning in humiliation, you pushed yourself to stand.

“What are you so scared of?” you spat, “if you’re so powerful, how come you’re afraid of one man?”

“Don’t you dare-” he began, but you cut him off.

“No!” you yelled over him, “you’re the weak one! You just can’t admit you need me out there because you’re scared of a little lightning.”

In the blink of an eye, the targets dropped from the air, clashing deafeningly against the ground as Jungkook chose to charge at you himself. His teeth were bared as he ran forwards, grabbing you and sending the both of you to the floor.

Jungkook was strong, to say the least. You couldn’t escape his weight that pinned you down, no matter if you thrashed.

His face was so close to you, breathing almost as heavily as you. As you met his blazing eyes, you saw the gold glow fading, darkness taking over.

Gritting your teeth, you pushed back at him, letting your power flow from your hands. Using powers had seemingly slipped his mind; he didn’t see your attack coming, and you successfully sent him reeling, your blow of lightning throwing him off you.

But he found his feet at the same time you did, and scrambled towards you again.

A fist flew towards you, and you countered it with a blast of blue.

Instead of retaliating again, he stumbled back. A smirk crept over your face. Something had got to him; you had riled him up.

“Something wrong?” you asked innocently.

Big mistake.

Maybe Jungkook hadn’t been thrown. Maybe he had just been recharging.

Because now he was advancing again, and his fists were surrounded by gold sparks, that same gold glowering from his eyes once more. You could only match his power for so long. You weren’t as fast as him, and every blow you deflected only made way for another to follow the next instant.

Stumbling backwards, away from him, the back of your leg collided with a bench, and you fell back, heart hammering in panic.

You never met the ground. A fist found your shirt and you were being slammed against the wall instead.

Feet flailing, you called on the last embers of your powers to push back, but Jungkook captured your hand with his free one. He pinned it against the wall, where your sparks danced together in an impossible wrestle.

Meanwhile, his other hand which forced you against the wall didn’t let up, digging more harshly into your throat as you faltered.

Gasping and struggling fruitlessly against him, you stared into the molten gold of his eyes as he pressed his face closer to you.

“You know nothing,” he hissed, “you’ll never be ready-”

“JUNGKOOK!”

A cacophony of voices suddenly swelled, joined by hurried footsteps.

The pressure on your throat was gone then, and you met the ground at last. But your feet couldn’t hold you up, and you crashed to the ground choking on the air that was finally forcing its way to your lungs.

Blinking, you looked up. The first thing you saw was pink, Jimin coming into focus beside you. Concern filled his eyes as your gasping continued, a hand falling onto your shoulder.

But you avoided his eyes in favour of finding what had become of Jungkook.

A few paces away, more of the boys were huddled, still jostling as Jungkook tried to escape. Hoseok was behind him, unrelenting grip on the younger’s arms stopping him from going anywhere. Even though you both knew Hope was the strongest of you all, that wasn’t stopping Jungkook from trying. Gold still bounced off the walls, blinding flashes shooting between, but missing, the members who barely seemed phased by his outbursts.

You couldn’t get a good glimpse of your rival though. He was eclipsed by Jin, who was trying to steady him by the shoulders, speaking quickly and sternly to the incensed man.

On his other side, Yoongi had a hand on his chest, pushing him back and further away from you.

Just then, another set of footsteps, not frantic like the others, made you look around. And even though his gaze travelled first to Jungkook, you couldn’t help but feel your veins freeze with dread.

Namjoon looked furious.

He marched in, V scurrying at his heels. At the sight of his leader, Jungkook seemed to finally ease up a bit, the scuffle quietening down.

A silence seemed to settle over the room, Jungkook’s last struggles dying away as Namjoon cast his eyes around everyone. A faint red haze flitted across his eyes and the lights in the room flickered perilously.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

It was the only time you had felt something close to solidarity with Jungkook. When you looked at each other, you could tell he gulped just like you.

“I thought this was going well,” he shook his head slightly. Your heart sank.

Raising his eyes to meet Jungkook’s again, he took a couple of steps towards the younger while the room held its breath. The lights turned red for a split second, then dimmed again, retreating as if they were equally afraid of the imposing leader.

“I don’t know what you were thinking. You’re supposed to be helping her, and this is how you go about that? You could have killed her! Is this your way of showing you can be trusted?!”

Namjoon never quite raised his voice enough to yell. But still you winced at the anger laced into his tone, and the arm he threw out towards you as he ranted.

Part of you stung anew after he said Jungkook could have killed you. You wanted to protest, hurt swelling within you at the insinuation that you were still too weak – but you pushed it down. The ghost of pain that lingered where Jungkook had struck you reminded you that he was right, as much as it shamed you to admit it, even to yourself.

Jungkook looked down, not able to keep eye contact with his enraged leader.

Sucking in his cheeks, Namjoon took a breath. But you certainly weren’t breathing. You could only hang on for whatever he said next, and the way he cast his eyes between the two of you didn’t instil much hope.

He fixed his eyes on you next.

“I told you I expected you to be able to trust us, including Jungkook. It’s clear you haven’t been able to do that yet. I’m sorry.”

Though he didn’t speak with as much fury, his sadness almost made you feel worse. You wished he would yell at you, give you something to push back against as Jungkook did.

But all you were left with was a punch to the gut more painful than anything the tempestuous younger boy could deliver.

His next words only made it worse.

“I’m keeping you back here until I’m sure you’re ready. I wanted you active as soon as possible, but not like this.”

Although his stern gaze lingered for a moment longer, you barely reacted. His words didn’t feel real. You could only stare blankly at him while the shock reeled through you.

When he turned away, you caught Jungkook’s eye. The satisfied glint you found there made your hands ball into fists.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon sighed now, pinching his nose, “same goes for you.”

At first, you weren’t sure you had heard him right.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one. Jungkook’s eyes widened in horror, straining against Hobi for another brief moment.

“What-?”

“I can’t have you acting like this while your head needs to be in the game, now more than ever. You’ll be staying behind until you show me you can be trusted with each other.”

Unlike with you, Namjoon fixed his dongsaeng with a hard stare, challenging him in some unspoken conversation until he seemed satisfied.

Turning to leave, Namjoon’s gaze fell on you again. His eyes softened, travelled to Jimin.

“Take her upstairs.”

With that, he stalked from the room. Light bled into the room again, but no one moved until he disappeared from the doorway, almost certainly returning to his office.

V stayed behind this time, and now moved towards you. Jimin’s hand on your arm shifted so he could help tug you up to stand. Though you may have stumbled a little, you were sure you could walk fine.

Still, you were grateful for Jimin’s hovering grip on your arm and V’s presence on your other side as they led you to the door.

Reaching the edge of the room, you glanced back at Jungkook. Your aim was to send the most venomous look you could, and it seemed his was the same. Still penned in by the others, who were corralling him away to the corner, he shot you a glare as he shrugged off Hope’s grip in an aggravated movement.

His scowl left your sight as you left the training room, but it stayed imprinted on your memory.

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tatesdiary · 2 years

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Ghosts & mommy issues

Summary Trying to find Tate ends differently when you see him crying in the basement.

word count 1792

Important note

It's probably not how anyone would react after what Tate did and if it's totally wrong I'll delete or rewrite it. But to fit the happy end this was the best way to write it :<

"Tate?" You ask into nothingness, knowing he's usually around somewhere - visible or not. Sighing when he doesn't answer you get up from your bed and walk towards the door, calling out for him while you walk towards the basement.

The closer you get, the louder some sort of… crying noises get. Confused and a little scared you open the door and walk down the stairs.

"Tate..?" You ask again, just in case he was here and just didn't hear you from upstairs (you're ignoring the fact he usually does).

When you round a few corners you find him sitting against one of the stone pillars, his head on his knees and his arms wrapped around them while crying.

Shocked, you quickly kneel next to him, taking his hands into yours, "Tate, what's up, love? What happened?" Your voice is soft and you're nearly whispering but he flinches a little anyway. He shakes his head instead of answering and keeps it buried between his knees.

"C'mon, tell me what happened. I won't judge or anything. We can go to my room if you want." It's just a suggestion but he starts whimpering, saying no multiple times.

"I'll hurt you. You can't- you can't be around me. Your dad was right," he sobs again and your heart breaks at what he said.

"Who told you that? You've never hurt me. You've only taken care of me, protected me. My dad was lying, Tate," you try looking into his eyes but his eyes are shut tight while tears are still running down his cheeks.

You let go of his hands with one of yours to cup his jaw and soothe your thumb over his cheek. "Don't cry. Whatever they told you isn't true." Making sure he's listening, you continue. "I love you. Although I know that some of the things you did weren't okay. But it didn't scare me away from you, did it? So tell me what happened. Let's talk about it."

You could gag at how much you sounded like your dad, but you focus on the boy in front of you instead. He starts getting himself back together and finally looks up. His eyes are red and teary and his hair is messier than usual.

"Oh, Tate…" once again you cup his face and keep your gaze on his. "Tell me what happened," you requested again. He exhales shakily and swallows, when he starts speaking his voice is scratchy from all the sobbing.

"You know the thing with your mom? The… rubber guy she's been talking about?" He asks and you nod, confused why he was talking about your mothers hallucinations now. "What's with him? He's not real." Tate laughs humorlessly and short at that. "That's the thing. He is. Sitting right in front of you actually." When he's done he retracts his hands and looks down again, shaking your grasp off his cheeks.

"I don't understand," you say and sit on your heels. "She wasn't imagining things. I did that to her." He swallows down a sob and tries again. "One of the ghosts, she… she lost her baby. The original owner, the Montgomery Lady. And when she found out about the new owners she asked me to get her a baby. And I-" he starts crying again and if you weren't so invested you'd make comforting him your highest priority.

"I thought it was the best thing to do! Believe me, (y/n)! I wasn't trying to hurt her!" He tries reaching out but when it's starting to register what he's talking about, you gasp and stumble back. "You… assaulted my mother?" You're hoping he's going to say no but he just stays quiet while sobbing again, "Please don't leave me, (y/n)... You're all I have, don't leave me," he whimpers.

"I- I think I need some time." You're dizzy when you get up, feeling like you're on autopilot when you walk out of the house and to the skate park you sometimes go to, knowing he wouldn't be able to follow you there.

When you're about to leave the lawn you hear him crying out for you and when you turn around he's leaning against the door frame unsteadily while crying again. "Don't leave… I'll never come again just please-" he begs but you just shake your head and leave.

You're still sitting in the same place, unmoving when your phone rings. "Yes?" You ask at seeing your dad's name as caller ID. "Where are you? It's late already, come home please." He sounds out of it, too, so you just hum and hang up.

When you exit the place the sky is already black and the stars are bright in the sky. You don't know what you're going to do about Tate yet, after all you still loved him, even though you kind of wished you didn't. After what he did to your family, you should despise him. Instead you're worried whether he's still crying or if he's fine now.

When you get home you enter hesitantly. You're not exactly scared of Tate now, you know he wouldn't do anything to you. But it feels different now. It feels different knowing you slept in one bed with the person who did… that to your mother.

You had taken your time when you found out about his past, but this was present and this affected you closely.

"You okay?" Your dad asks when he sees you, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Uh, yeah." You agree with a small nod. "I'm gonna-" you point upstairs and slowly walk up, knowing he was watching you with a concerned look.

When you're in your room you look around and notice something new on your chalkboard. The "I love you" was messily removed, the remains smeared around the corners. Instead a big "I'm sorry" was in the middle.

You didn't know what to feel; you were a total mess of anger, betrayal and hurt. Why would he do that? You understood he had some serious mommy issues and usually did everything the other ghosts told him to but he went too far this time.

You didn't want to try and justify what he did, but accepting it was hard. With an exhausted sigh you lay down on your bed. "Tate," you say, sure he was listening. You don't know what to say next, other than just speak your thoughts. "What you did… I don't think I can forgive you. I feel guilty for spending time with you when you put my mom in so much pain." You wipe away your tears aggressively after being sure you heard a sob from the corner of your room.

"Don't do anything stupid." You pretend you don't feel the bed dipping and a hand stroking over your leg once while you're curled up.

It takes you another two weeks to come to terms what happened and to talk with your mom. You'd gone and asked what she thinks about the "rubber guy" three days after. She just said she's indifferent, by now so much happened that was just a minor part in her going crazy (you'd assured her she wasn't).

You were hesitant when you asked whether she would forgive him if she ever met him but she just laughed. "What's with all the questions, honey? Well. I would just want to know why he did it. Nothing would excuse it but, you know. Makes you understand it, at least." You were curious what she's say if she knew the real reason, but you weren't about to explain the whole ghost thing to her.

So, you simplified the question. "What if he did it for someone else and just… didn't know how else to do it?" She shrugged and contemplated before answering, "I would just be mad he did it this way instead of thinking of something else. I don't know, though."

You told her she forgave people too easily and she chuckled and shrugged.

After that talk you go into your room and sit on your bed, nervously picking at a loose thread. "Come here," you say and wait a minute until the door opens and Tate comes in. He looks worse for wear, his eyes still red and his face paler than he already is.

You tell him to sit down on the foot of your bed and he hesitantly does. "She should hate me," he just states and you know he means your mother.

"Probably."

He hangs his head and stays quiet. "I love you. But I don't know if I can see you as I did before." He sniffles and you gulp - you hated nothing more than seeing him sad.

"Are you gonna leave with your mom?" He asks and you know he's indirectly asking if you'll break up with him. "Uh.. no. Don't like my aunt and don't wanna change schools again." He exhales in a relieved way and you smile a little, amused.

"I don't know what to say. I love you and-" he's holding back the resz and you realize he's scared to dump his feelings on you (when that's what you were aiming for). "Tell me. I won't be scared or anything." He still looks uncertain and you raise your right hand, telling him to do so as well. "Pinky promise. If I break it my Pinky's gonna fall off," you explain and hook his pinky with yours (trying to ignore the obvious size difference between both your hands).

He chuckles and relaxes, "You're all I have. I don't want to lose you because of some dumb mistake. So I want to get better. I'll even continue seeing your dad. Even if he's annoying and uptight sometimes." You both laugh at that, "Most times. Not just sometimes," you correct. "I'm glad though."

Then you pull him to sit against your headboard, sitting on his lap with his arms resting around your waist and your arms laying on his shoulders. "You're acting like I'm the most normal person, when I've fallen in love with a ghost who's, like, a total psycho." He grins and you can't refrain from leaning forward and kissing him.

When you part he looks into your eyes - something he rarely did out of nervousness -, "I really love you, so much." He whispers and you melt, kissing him again.

The night ends with him in your arms and the best sleep you got for weeks.

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annwrites · 16 days

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saving you from yourself .·. ˎˊ˗

— pairing: shane walsh x fem!reader (gn! in this post, but fem! in other installments i have/will post(ed))

— type: ficlet

— summary: you wish to stay at the cdc as the clock counts down, but shane, once again, refuses to lose you

— tags: shane protecting you with his body, shane saving your life

— tw: explosions, attempted suicide

— word count: 839

— a/n: find my other posts concerning shane, which take place before & after this, here

“I’m staying, Shane. This is what I want,” you say quietly—pleadingly—with tears shimmering in your eyes.

He’d heard those very same words from you only a few days prior at the quarry. And they hadn’t worked then, nor would they now. He wouldn’t allow it. He’d shoot you in the damn leg and carry you out, if that’s what it took.

He should've known—should've known—when he saw the look in your eyes—that gut-wrenching look of peace and understanding...perhaps even finality—that had come across your features when Jenner told everyone what would happen when the clock hit zero would lead to this.

He'd watched you as the man spoke—as he talked ridiculously about how it was "better"—hoping, praying, you wouldn't see it that way. That, between the quarry and the CDC, you'd found some small will to live. Some reason, even if it was a tentative one.

But you hadn't. Not for a moment. Not even for him.

You'd barely talked over dinner that first night. Had idly pushed your food around your plate before silently going off to bed without saying a word to anyone.

You were wasting away before his eyes and... He couldn't lose one more person he'd come to care for.

He wouldn't let you just rip yourself away from him.

He'd heard what Dale had said to Andrea: that you don't get to come into someone's life, make them care, and then just check out. Even if making him care, making him want to look out and provide safety and something more, perhaps—had never been your intentions.

It'd happened anyway.

He wanted to throw those words in your face, but knows they won't make a difference.

Maybe it's stupid of him to keep pulling someone back from the edge who's so eager to step off of it, who doesn't care about who they're leaving behind. But maybe he's stupid, then. Must be something about him: wanting women who only want to leave.

But this time it isn't about you leaving him. It's about you leaving yourself.

He can't let that happen. Not while there's still some chance to prevent it.

He glances to the clock which has damn-near run out, then back to you. He grabs your wrist painfully, his calloused hand forming an iron-tight grip. “We are not about to do this again. I am not about to watch you burn to death in this damn place.”

“Shane-”

He cuts you off. “No!” He shouts. “Enough is enough, and I have had it with this damn suicide mission you seem to be on. Now, you either leave this place willingly, or I will shoot you in the God-damn leg and throw you over my shoulder and force your ass out.”

He doesn’t bother giving you a chance to even try and talk him out of it before he slips his hand down to yours, twining his fingers painfully between your own as he pulls you along, through hall after hall, until you’ve made it to the surface.

Just as the two of you enter the front of the building where you first came in at, you see Rick running toward you. “Get down! Grenade!”

Shane immediately wraps his arms around you, squeezing you against his chest and throwing the two of you on the floor as the explosion hits, sending millions of tiny shards of glass in every direction.

When he stands, he yanks you up by your upper-arm, leading you through the now-open window.

You’ve all barely made it to your vehicles before you hear someone yell to, once again, get down.

Shane and you fall against the ground so hard it knocks the breath out of you for a moment. He, once again, covers the length of you with his broad frame, one arm wrapping around your middle, the other cupping the back of your head, holding you to him. Hot concrete bites against your backside, the front of you practically buried against him.

You squeeze your eyes shut as it finally happens—an absolutely deafening explosion, which makes you cringe further into him, your body shaking in fear and terror against him. And every time you think it’s nearly done, something else implodes, sending rubble and debris flying across the front lot, slamming into the ground, or against the cars.

You hang onto him for dear life, until, finally, it’s over.

Shane has to pull you up, your legs are now so weak—your ears ringing—and you feel utterly disoriented.

You stare up at him, at his wide eyes, creased forehead, and furrowed brows, but you can’t hear a thing he’s shouting at you as he holds your face firmly between his large hands. Finally, he shoves you into the passenger side of the Jeep, buckling you in with shaking hands, before coming around to the driver’s side and starting the vehicle.

You stare at the flames which now serve as the resting place for Jacqui and Jenner as everyone begins to drive away, Shane’s free hand—which is still shaking—holding onto your own.

#fic: twd (shane walsh x reader)#shane walsh x y/n #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh imagine #twd x y/n #twd x you #twd x reader

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majasleeps · 6 months

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Ice Breaker

(first fanfic on here so idk how to format it but it'll be fine. also i'll be mainly making shit up so if anyone plays hockey... my apologies in advance lol)

Tim Lafleur x gn!reader

summary: you're a hockey player and a damn good one at that. You've loved being on the ice as long as you can remember and ever since discovering hockey it's been difficult to get you off the ice! You play in a local team for a college in Virginia and one day you encounter a particular boy on an opposing team.

1991

It's a few weeks before the high school tournaments start and your hockey team is in the rink practicing.

"FUCK!" the person you just slammed into the edge of the rink lets out a series of curses. You hear a whistle from your coach and you roll your eyes already knowing the reason. Yet he still yells it out for everyone to hear, "L/N! Excessive violence! Last warning or you're getting pulled."

You groan to yourself but nod at him in acknowledgement anyway and skate back to your post. Of course you help the person you technically assaulted since he was your teammate after all.

Yup, this was just practice but why shouldn't you give it your all here too? At least that's your reasoning. Especially seeing how you'll be up against actual other teams in just a few weeks. You had to be ready!

Well anyway you go on to train more, get a few warnings here and there, actually get put on the bench after causing one of your team player's nose to bleed. And the weeks pass by like it was nothing.

You're in the rink, getting ready in your position as you stare down some of the members of the opposing team, 'the enemies', as you dubbed them in your head.

And even though all of the players are 15 year olds, one stands out to you, mainly because he's quite a bit taller than the other kids, even compared to your team. But no time to think on that as the start signal is given. Everyone shoots in action and you're thriving in the competition. One person gets tackled, then another, someone shoots and misses and the other scores. It feels exhilarating especially looking at the board and seeing you're one point ahead.

Time's almost up and that tall kid from before seems to think he's gonna get a final puck in before the timer goes off. Well not on your watch. As he skates closer, evading the offensive lines on your team, he's getting ready to shoot. But just before he gets the chance you slam him to the ground with your own body, and a whistle and airhorn signal that 1) you got a warning (what a surprise) but 2) time's up. And your team won.

You celebrate inwardly for a quick second before getting up and stretching out your hand to the boy you tackled out of good sportsmanship. Although he doesn't seem to appreciate it, he smacks your hand away, gets up while ripping of his helmet, "What is your problem?!" he semi-yells.

You take off your own helmet so he can see your disgruntled expression. You shrug and say "Losing, losing is my problem so I won't lose."

He scoffs and skates away and you do the same to go celebrate with your team.

And even though this first impression was pretty sour, you can't tell if it bettered or not throughout the years. Neither of you ever knew each other that well, always different schools, always different districts yet somehow you two would always end up facing each other on the ice.

Years went by and you actually started to enjoy this rivalry between the two of you. Sometimes you won and he'd be pouty but sometimes you lost and he couldn't stop smirking. In the beginning that for sure bothered you but as this went on you didn't mind losing to him anymore. As you grew older of course you started learning things about him as well, like that his name is Tim Lafleur and a weird kid in general, at least according to every teammate he's ever had.

1998

Now he is in a university and you're in college and with busy life styles it doesn't leave much room for socializing. But you could always count on the ice to bring the two of you together. Over the years most of the original teams miraculously stayed pretty much the same. Here and there someone left and someone else took their place but amongst both your teams it had become a sort of unspoken rule that in the rink, no one gets to tackle you except Tim, and no one tackled Tim but you.

You're in the game playing against Tim's team and it's going great. The score is 2-2 and you're thrilled whenever you get closer to the goal because Tim would of course try to prevent you from getting even closer. And if you didn't know better, you'd think he was enjoying himself as much as you were.

Another goal scored by your team so you're now in the lead. Tim has the puck and is getting awfully close to a good position to score a goal. So you head straight for him, however you suppose the new fella in your team didn't get the memo about that unspoken rule. Because as you're almost there, the new guy slams Tim into the wall and a nauseating crack can be heard. Now usually when it's you, sure you're rough but Tim had always been smiling and gotten up within a few seconds.

But now... he lay there, silently groaning and not making a move to get up. A shock had not just overcome you but both teams and the entire crowd, everyone was silent. You were the first to snap out of it and rush to Tim.

"Jesus fuck! Are you alright Tim? Are you hurt?" you question him as you get down on your teams and turn him on his back. When you do he lets out a sharp gasp and you see that something is definitely wrong with his wrist...it's bend, and not in the right direction.

You turn to your teammate and yell out at him, "What is wrong with you?! You broke his fucking wrist, dickbag!!"

Another groan from Tim and your head immediately flies to him, speaking softly and reassuring him he'll be fine. By this time the coach has already come up to you two and informed the stand-by medics. People shot in action and in seemingly no time, Tim got carried away, and you were left to stand alone on the cracked ice.

After everything has calmed down, you go up to your coach.

"Hey coach? Is Tim gonna be alright?" He looks at you and lets out a slow breath.

"He'll be fine, Y/N. Going to take a while to recover from a broken wrist and some fractured fingers though so I doubt he'll be on the ice much"

You mull over his words for a bit before gathering up the courage to ask, "Is there any way I can visit him?" The tone in your voice almost makes you sound sheepish, as if this is taboo to ask, he IS your 'rival' after all.

He gives you a faint smile, "I'll talk to their coach to see if we can arrange anything yeah?" You smile back at that answer and nod your head.

Thanks to the coaches you're able to visit him at his apartment a few days later, though you're a bit self-conscious about it. Showing up at his apartment without him ever having told you the address might seem a bit weird.

But your worries melt away when you knock on the door and that white haired boy with all the piercings opens up. And when he notices it's you, he's smiling.

"Hey Y/N! Didn't expect you to visit me of all people", he laughs a bit.

You roll your eyes but nonetheless smile up at him, somehow he's gotten even taller over the years.

"How's the wrist doing? Heard it was a nasty surgery?" you asked him.

"Oh yeah blood and flesh everywhere" he's making exaggerated hand motions with his good hand causing you both to giggle. "Umm, anyway you wanna come in?" he offers looking at you expectantly.

"Yeah sure!" you didn't mean your face to light up when you accepted and you hope he didn't notice. He thinks it's cute you're happy to be around him.

He leads you to his bedroom, quickly introducing you to his roommate Darryl. He flops on the bed and hisses out as the motion was a tad too violent for his arm.

You hurry next to him on his bed, trying to make sure he's okay. "You good there?" you ask as you take his arm carefully.

He grimaces a bit at first but it soon turns into a playful smirk. "No it hurts so much Y/N!" he exclaims dramatically, "I think the only thing that could heal my wounds is a kiss" He looks at you as he says that, his smile never fading but now there's a slight anxiety in his eyes. You don't notice that and just roll your eyes. You decide to play along, "okay there big guy, but I don't think my kisses are magical enough to heal broken bones", and you kiss the cast around his wrist.

"There, feel better?" you laugh along with him. He seems to get a glint of confidence in his eye as he bites his lip hard around to draw a bit of blood.

"You think you could kiss this wound too?" as he point at his lower lip.

You're speechless for a moment and it's enough for him to backtrack. He starts rambling that you don't have to and it was a dumb idea, etc. Before he can go on, you lean in and give him a peck on the small puncture wound in his lip.

Now it's his turn to be stunned as you sit there equally flustered. A moment of silence before the two you start smiling like idiots in love, which frankly, you were.

"I think I need a bit more of those magic lips, love." He says and you silently agree as you lean in again, this time slower, for a proper kiss. Like two ice skaters in the rink, your lips graciously glide together to form an amazing symphony of fireworks in your head and heart. The both of you are still smiling in the kiss and you can still taste the bit of blood but neither of you mind it.

You're probably softly kissing each other for a few minutes before finally breaking away and taking the chance to get a proper breath.

You grin at him and say "I guess I'll be seeing you off the ice more often then right?"

He grins back "Oh absolutely"

#tim laflour #tim lafleur #tim laflour x reader #tim lafleur x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #senseless #senseless 1998 #matthew lillard

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 1 month

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don't you forget about me

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

๑ Summary : will you be true to your word that you won't forget about Eddie when both of you stood on your ground with your hopes and dreams succeeded?

๑ Word Count : idk if y'all like longer fics, but I'm just eyeballing it on the right amount, I'm so excited for this one hehe

๑ Warnings : 18+ Songwriter!Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader, cursing, use of y/n, highschool classmates, set in modern era (but with 80's aesthetics) Eddie is (21), reader is (20), Eddie is also very shy doesn't know how to express he feels but he cares, reader is jittery and rambles when she's nervous! VERY CUTE! I promise :))

๑ What to Expect : friends to lovers, unrequited feelings, FLUFF! this can be slightly awkward but I am a woman of my word it would be absolutely adorable!

๑ Note To Reader : I just had this idea that Eddie and reader while reunite after so many years later and they both can't handle that their friendship has never changed! it's still pretty rock solid! 😭🫶🏻✨

๑ Author Note : I worship John Hughes films, so, you know the drill! 😉 and um- sorry if I'm bringing myself some of my fics in this but the beginning happened to me in real life, so, yes, I miss that specific person (yeah the same guy that had a crush on for 10 fucking years 😃👍🏻) I haven't seen him since 2018 👀

"Stop- what are you doing?!" you said to him while having a breathy laugh

He smirks as he looks at you within his eyelashes as he tries to hold you still while writing something down on the back of your hand

"Eddie, this is ridiculous" you say to him as you shook your head sideways but a fond smile is sitting on your lips as you glanced at your back a bunch of students are hollering in excitement for the school year end because knowing damn well that whatever he is written down on your hand it will not stay, it would be easily removed once you took a bath when you get home

But, you don't mind it anyways, you smile at him as you watch him curiously as you can see his lips muttering different words under his breath as he writes

"You're the one who is being ridiculous" he says to you not looking at your eyes yet

You chuckle at his reply as you playfully roll your eyes at him

"There" he says as he brings back the cap of his blue ballpen, you heard it with a click

You bring your hand close to your face as you read what it says

"Don't let anyone else stop you for following your dream"

you lightly giggle when some of the words are not aligned as it goes wonky down on the back of your hand but still it's nice and you liked it

"Don't forget about me when you get famous with your singing career" he leans forward to get close to you, so, you could hear him clearly

The hallways are filled with whooping and screaming in excitement of students that are cheering for the school year end, Eddie chortled at the sight of it

You missed the way he looks at you

You raised your head as you flash him a sweet adoring smile as you nod

You shyly taken a back from his words of encouragement that really meant true as you judge by his tone

You snort "Okay, Eddie"

A smile tugs to his lips as he leans his back on the railing as he spoke again "I mean it, Y/N"

You look back at him and you directly look into his eyes

"Just don't ever forget about me, okay?"

It's very heartwarming to you that he is so kind "Of course, I will never forget about you, Eddie"

How would you ever forget Eddie Munson?

When he's the only one guy in your school campus who is so respectful towards you?

That was 2016, nine years ago

You've been classmates since 7th grade and even though you don't both have the same section from 8th grade and 9th grade

You still see each other and interacted a little

You kinda wish that he was still your classmates all those years

Sometimes, though, you winced at the memories when you're with him, you cringe at it at how you make things weird and awkward

You hate it when you get all so jumpy and nervous around him, I mean- it's just Eddie but the problem is that he doesn't know that you just realized it back in 8th grade that you finally figured it out that you developed feelings for him

You both weren't exactly close

Yeah, both of you tease each other and make fun and silly jokes sometimes

Yes, you both have a few conversations and slightly deeper talks about both of your families when your teacher on P.E class partnered the both of you together for the dance project

That's the only time that you ever both talked real to each other

That little moment, until now is still vivid to you

But still, you're not that close to him

He was just a good friend or maybe just a good classmate that you had

You encountered him again back in 2018 when both of your paths crossed while being on the escalators

You noticed him first but before you call out to him, you made sure that it was him because you moved on to another school after 9th grade, so, pretty much something's have changed but him?

He never did, he is still stylish as ever and so are you

But of course, both of you grew up

You're now already looking at him and you expect him to notice you, so, you didn't do anything at first and when you both finally met in the middle of the escalator and he is still doesn't saw you on the other side and he is mere inches close to you and you're too fucking shy to call his name out, you tried to tap on the handles to make a sound but no to avail, as you had no choice but to say his name

"Eddie!"

He whipped his head around the second you call him

He smiles and leans back forward as the both of you stare at each other

You shyly wave at him as you duck your head down to look at where you're going

From the corner of your eye, you saw him reached at the end of the escalator, his eyes still locked on you

But goddamn, it's 2024, you're 20 and he's 21

Both of you are college students now

Your feelings for him remained the same way and all of the crushes that you had from elementary to highschool

He's the only one ever to take over your heart this long

So long that sometimes, you wonder, if you try to confess it, so, it will be all over

But isn't that embarrassing? since well....

You haven't seen him since what?!? 2018???

2018 was the last time you ever saw him

You also haven't talked to him for years

Besides, seeing him on his Instagram profile but that doesn't count

But you did some risky stuff and you made such a big deal out of it because you're too overreacting with your giddy feelings for him

Like for instance

You complimented him on his Instagram stories in 2021 and he only heart reacted on it

You greeted him on his birthday for the first time ever in 2022 (you're wishing that he won't find it weird that you know his birthday and you hoped that he still remembers that he also wrote on your slambook back in 7th grade, that's why you knew) you also send your pictures with him from the field trip that you both had in 8th grade

And that right there, you received a message

A message that is so short but so endearing and it really means a lot to you

He says that he is sorry for not reaching out to you after all of those years passed and he is glad that you hadn't changed ever since then and he appreciates and he is so grateful for the highschool memories that you both had together

Even it's just a short amount of period at that time

2023, you greeted him again on his birthday but he only said thank you

You kinda hoped that he'll message you

But, girl- thank god that you aware of the term called "reality check" because why would he message you all of the sudden since that you both didn't knew very well

You sigh in hopelessly romantic manner wishing that he'll talk to you someday

Yeah, a smile grows on your lips all the time when you always receive a notification that he likes your posts

Damn, only a notification from him already lightens up your day

How fucking great, that's how pathetic it is

"5 minutes then you're good to go!"

Okay, fast forward from your train of thoughts, right- you got a show to run

You're a popstar now and you made it like you always wanted to be

Despite, everyone from your school bullies tries to pull you down

Eddie

Eddie is the only one who believed in you and supported you all the way even both of your lives are different now than before

While in the autograph signing table

"You're such an inspiration!" A young girl said as she beams up as she watches you sign up of your portraits photograph

"Thank you so much, sweetie! I'm very happy to hear that, did you had fun?"

She aggressively nods as she starts bopping up and down on her heels in excitement, you chuckled at that and you gave back the signed picture of yours to her as she gives you huge smile as she takes her leave

You didn't noticed the next person as you start signing

"As you walk on by, will you call my name?"

The sound of the person's voice is too unreal for you to hear and to register of what you just heard as you paused on what you're doing as you slowly raise your head up at the person who is standing in front of the table across from you as you gasp that you thought you're not going to see him again after 2018

But, now, here, he is finally once again

You've always dreamed about this

You've always wanted this to happen

It's unbelievable

You know that face and voice and that iconic smirk on him as you take him in

"Eddie?" You're still gasping in shock as you cupped your mouth in surprise as you look around you and your eyes are twinkling as he looks down on you in adoration and now the other fans that are waiting in line are getting curious and they flash you a smile as they relished and witness the reunion of the both of you

He grins as he nods as he shoved his hands onto his pockets "Ah- she remembers me!" You giggled to his classic antics

He hasn't changed

You could hear everyone who is asking, the buzzing "who is he?" "omg- they knew each other?!?" "wait- maybe he is the guy from her songs!"

You're too overwhelmed from all of this that you almost forget that you have to sign all of the pictures

You motion for him to lean down as you say "Can you wait for me backstage?"

He smiles "Yeah, sweetheart- I'll meet you there"

You sheepishly smile at him again as you gave him access that made everyone eyes goes wild, the crowd seems to go nuts over it

And by that the following question had been like this

"Who is the lucky guy?"

"Why is he getting the special treatment?"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

You don't give them all the personal information from your life and all the details but you confirmed that he is the guy from your songs and you love how your fans squealed and get thrilled from this

After an hour, the show is over and you bid goodbye to your fans and thank them for attending, you stretch your arms out and massage your neck as you exhale as you headed into the backstage

"Y/N's a star now" he leans his back on the wall as he smiles at you

He says the moment you moved the curtains on the side as you snort at his comment

You went into the small comfort room as you change your clothes into much more relaxing attire

"Hey, Eddie, I hope you didn't get bored for waiting"

"Nah, I don't mind it- sweets"

Once you get dressed, you open the door, so, you can talk to each other as you start to remove your makeup with a cotton pad as you double cleanse with rinsing it thoroughly

He watches you put a tinted lip balm on your lips, he swallows as he hangs his head low for a while

You groan at the hairstyle that you had earlier but you absolutely loved it getting all glammed up but you're just so tired and wanting to get this everything off so you can get to rest

Both of you kept talking but you didn't notice how he looks at you and watches your every move from removing the pins and hair ties from your hair from brushing it and you let your hair down as you grab your shoulder bag

He is so entranced by you like as you do too

Only if he knew

And only if you knew

His daze has cut off the time when you're literally now in front of him, he snapped out of it when he tries to recall of what you just asked him

"Do you want to walk outside?"

"Y-Yeah sure, come on, let's go"

You told your crew that you'll be back and you look out for them and always saying thank you for getting the job done

The walk was.....pleasing....but too quiet for you

It seems like Eddie can read your thoughts as he finally spoke up

"How many years had passed?"

A knowing smile is showing onto your features as you glanced at him

"9 years"

He raises both of his eyebrows "Damn" as he chuckles in disbelief

"Yeah" the smile still lingers on your lips

"Did you get to do it?"

"Do what?"

"Your band? Corroded Coffin?"

There's a glint on his eyes as he stops to his tracks as he stares at you for a moment

"What?" You ask him in confusion

"Nothing, it's just- you still remember that?" He tilts his head at you as he squints his eyes

"Well, of course! you told me not to forget about you, right?"

"You're always true to your word, sweetheart, I like that for you"

You both sat down on the bench in front of the fountain as you watch random kids playing

He sighs but he notices that you're awaiting for his answer as you quirk an eyebrow at him as he snorts

"Uh, no- Jeff, Gareth and Me, played for 4 to 5 years, I think? We had a blast but I realized that being a rockstar, it's not for me permanently"

"But, I thought you always wanted to be rockstar"

"Yeah, well, we got a record deal for a while-"

"What?!? Really?!?"

He chuckles to your excitement as you turn your whole body facing to him

"Yup, and we- uh- did a little tour here and there but, it just felt like that's not what I was looking for" he shrugs as he looks down as he starts to fidget his rings

You notice that, you always do, it's his nervous habit, you smile at him sadly

"How about Jeff and Gareth?"

"They got all their own ambitions and all of us took the same thing and we agree to not totally disband but, maybe, someday I don't know in the future, we'll get back to where we started"

You nod at him in understanding "I still feel superior to be one of the very first audience" you smirk

He whips his around at you at that and he blinks slowly like he just had a flashback

Yeah, if he's supportive to you and so do you

"the most loud cheerier ever, I gotta say" he laughs as you facepalmed as you can remember all of it

"So, what do you do now?"

"Uh, I'm a songwriter"

You react in delightful way and he chuckles at your face that you make

Both of you reminiscence your highschool memories as both of you look back at it

"Y/N, you-"

"Yeah?"

He hesitates for a few seconds as he chuckles as he dismissive his hand at you

"It's getting late" he says as he clears his throat

Your smile slightly falls as you glanced on your watch

It's been 2 in half hours

"I guess, we better get going then"

You both stand up as he walk you through the parking lot

You dig your nails through your palms as you think twice if you should tell him right away how you really feel about him

You can't chicken out now

You're not a kid anymore, you can take the rejection and well....

At least you tried, so, it will bring you peace

You've been fighting for your whole life not to ask him before, it's plaguing every year passed

Only a few more steps, you can sight your van

You took a deep breath, you know you'll make a rambling mess out of a speech but you don't care

"Eddie" you say as you turn around to look at him

He raises his head the moment you call his name

You walked closer to him as he looks at you as he waits for you to speak

"I know this is going to sound so out of place but uh- I have feelings for you since we we're 7th grade, I didn't know that I had it since I just suddenly realized it when we we're in 8th grade and ever since then and now I still have it for almost 10 years and it's okay, you don't have to-"

"I know"

You're stunned, you can't function to speak anymore

"I-I'm sorry?"

"I know and I'm aware of it"

He can't just say that to you like it was nothing

You're definitely screaming inside to this mind-blowing revelation

Your cheeks starts to glowing red as you feel all bashful to his gaze

Your eyes suddenly can't manage the hold to look in his anymore

"Even before?" You whisper as you wrap your arms to yourself

He's now the one who moves towards you

You're appalled and you didn't even noticed that your mouth is hanging agape as you shut it and swallow

"How did you find out?" You ask without looking at his eyes

He runs his tongue over his lips "from Gareth, and you know him he's got a big mouth and all that"

You close your eyes in humiliation as you bite down your lip

Fuck

You shouldn't have been talking to him or giving a clue

But, sometimes though, you give hints when you're having a conversation with him

Gareth, somehow, finds the missing puzzles and figures it all out

Traitor

You couldn't stand here and you feel ashamed of what you just did, my god, what are you thinking?

"Listen, uh- it's good to see you, I gotta go" you say as your drag your heels to walk away from him as fast as your feet can take you

But, he reaches out and holds your wrist making you stop

"Y/N, don't go"

"Why?"

"Because-" he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair

"I'm no expert in showcasing my feelings, okay? I-I'm shy"

Your entire discomfort of being flustered has completely washed away

You find it amusing, well, Eddie has always been shy but really???

There's nothing to be mousy about when he's with you

"You're shy?" You echoed what he just said as you pursed your lips together

He scratches the back of his neck as he clicks his tongue as he nods his head slowly

You exhale "Well, fuck- Eddie, I'm shy too! I can't even blurt it out loud of what I've been carrying for what?!? 10 years?!?"

You start pacing back and forth in front of him as he breathes through his nose

"See, Eddie, I've always liked you, okay? or maybe I took your kindness way out of line" you throw hands up

He gave you that doe eye look and you avoid looking at it as you continue rambling at him

"I can't even comprehend why? Why am I still clinging onto you for all these years? I hate that you still made me swoon over you and make me feel things!"

His mouth starts to slowly hanging open to your subtle confession

"You know what's unbelievable to me? Is that you don't know me and I don't know anything about you but still it feels like I knew you even though we don't talk a lot back then and it hurts, it hurts that you're so big-hearted and it pains me that you're just so mellow person" your voice cracks and that's where the time the water works starts to fill up in your eyes

You sniffle as you quickly wipe your tears from your cheeks "You're the only guy that has ever been so nice to me, the only who cared, the only one who hasn't changed towards me since highschool, I don't even know what's the reason why"

He is still remains silent, probably still processing every information that you just told him

His eyes softens and his heart is begging to leap forward outside of his chest

"Y/N" he holds your forearm softly as he runs his thumbs over it, you shivered from his touch

"Have you ever wondered why I still don't have a girl beside me?"

He is still single?!? What?!?

You gulped as you look at him with hopeful eyes and tear-stained cheeks

He smiles down at you as you scrunch up your face in a shameful way that you don't like him to see you crying like this

That's right

You haven't seen anyone with him since elementary or highschool

He had a couple of silly crushes that you heard from your classmates before but still

You don't saw anyone else with him

And that alone made you think a lot since Eddie is not an asshole, it's mind-boggling

You're still in denial that you might think he has the same feelings for you

As if

"Eddie- I think you're a great human being, anyone is lucky to have you"

He chuckles slightly as you dodged his point

"I didn't date because why?"

You take all the courage that's left inside of you as you look at him

"You already have my heart, darling"

Your eyes flutters to his admission, your heartbeats faster that it might burst any second

He likes you?!?

"A-Are you sure? I don't u-understand- why didn't you m-make a move before?" You stuttered, your voice sounds so small and it makes his heartache

"I was a coward" he pulls you closer to him your eyes widen but you melt to his touch

"W-What about the messages that I sent you? Does that mean anything to you?" A sprinkle of insecurity is showing through your tone and he catches it, he reassures you that it means a lot to him

He grins at the birthday wishes that you make before

"I appreciate them all, I-I just didn't know how to express it in there, so, when I found out that you're have a show in here, maybe it's time to take it to the next level, it feels it's the right thing to do in person"

He embraces you for the first time and the only time that you ever became this much closer to him, you feel his warmth enveloping you his arms surrounding you in the most cozy way possible, you sigh in content as you squeeze him

"Feel better?" He asks as he still holds you tightly

"Yes" you whisper softly as you smile against his chest inhaling on his scent, it's intoxicating

The moment you pushed yourself away from him, you slipped on the thin ice as his reflexes are fast enough to catch you before you can hit the icy cold ground

You gasp as your eyes goes everywhere to his face as you held on him to stabilize you to get back up on your feet

He's so mere inches close, his eyes sparkle as he stares at you

He slowly lifts you back on, both of you didn't break eye contact

He can't help himself as his hand crawls at your waist to flush your body against his, you fight for your breath for the idea that he's about to do

His eyes flits through your eyes and to your lips, he goes for it as you close your eyes as you kissed him back

"Is it too late?" The smugness is radiating off of him when you chase his lips to peck on it

"I think we both waited on the right time" you say as you kissed his cheek

His cheeks blooms red as he dramatically freaked out as you let out a fit of giggles

"I'm relieved that you're patient to finally let me get out of my shell"

"Oh, be thankful that I have a wide patience or else I'll fucking lose it"

He laughs as he rest his forehead against yours

"You're the most perfect girl ever"

You smile brightly "And you're the most perfect boy ever"

Your crew call out to you saying that you have interview tomorrow morning

"Be with me?"

"Forever?"

You snort as you elbowed him as he catches you off guard pressing another kiss to your lips

"I love you, Y/N- you have absolutely no idea"

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itsscromp · 9 months

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Jaime Reyes/blue beetle x reader platonic

Welcome to another blue beetle fic, It's closer and closer by the minute. Even though I have to wait an extra month as it doesn't release in Australia until September lol. But for this fic, if anyone has seen Homecoming, you'll get the idea ;) word count:849

Jaime, Your best friend, The freaking Blue Beetle !!!, holy shit. When you first found out he was Blue beetle when he rescued you from coyote, You had to calm yourself and not go full nerd. He did just save you, But once you recovered and went back to school.

"Jaime, we gotta talk" You had to whisper so that people didn't know he was Blue beetle.

"y/n I know but please not right here"

"I know I know but..." He was right you had to keep quiet but you had a million questions and zero answers.

During different points of the day you asked a question relating to blue beetle.

"Can you summon an army of beetles ??"

"No"

"Is the amour titanium or something ??"

"No, it's extra terrestrial"

"Ok ok... Is the suit fart proof ??"

"What kind of question is that ??"

After school Jaime decided to show you the powers of blue beetle

"Ok Y/n, follow me. I'll show my powers. Just please no more questions"

"Alright alright."

Jaime then brought Y/n to a rural area just near the edge of El Paso to make sure no one see's his identity.

"Ok before I show you my powers. There's one thing you gotta see."

He turned around and lifted his shirt

"What are you do.. OH MY GOD !!"

His back revealing the scarab, wedged right into his back. No surgery seems to be getting that off anytime soon

"I know, it took me a while to come to terms with it as well"

Their was silence for a bit.

"Look I trust y/n ok, they won't reveal my identity ok ??"

"Uhhh, who are you talking too ??"

Jaime sighed, It looked like he was talking to himself.

"Its the scarab, I don't know how but it seems I can only hear it and talk to it"

"That's freaky but awesome."

"It is, but It's like almost being nagged by Mom."

Quiet again

"Look scarab just trust y/n ok ??"

It would take some getting used too to see Jaime talk to scarab.

"Anyway, Now my powers, with them, I can be able to summon anything just by thinking to scarab what I want."

"Wow, that's so cool !!" Y/n was smiling wide.

"Alright, so the first thing... the armour. Originally I could only do it when I was in danger. But I figured out how to summon it at will."

Then Jaime stood there, shutting his eyes. Withing seconds. the blue beetle armour started to take over him, the pincers popping out, his face then turning into a mask, his eyes glowing yellow.

"Pretty cool right ??"

"Oh my... HOLY SHIT !!!" you were bouncing from pure excitment.

"That was awesome !!"

Jaime couldn't help but smile under the mask from your excitement.

"You ain't seen nothing yet amigo."

*queue sword*

"Final fantasy fan I see."

"What the buster sword is a classic."

"OK what else can you do ??"

Jaime then summoned arm cannons, his hands melting and reshaping into cannons.

"Hell yeah !!, these bad boys are my favourite"

"Woah !!, ok uuh, test it on that boulder"

"Say no more"

Jaime then aimed at the boulder and with one blast the boulder was completely destroyed. But as Y/n was still in awe from it they didn't see a big chunk of the boulder falling to your direction.

"Jaime the boulder, it's gonna crush y/n !!" The Scarab warned him, Jaime quickly then pushed Y/n out of the way and caught the boulder with his bare hands, Struggling for a bit before tossing it away from harms reach.

"Are you ok y/n ??"

"Holy... You. Have. SUPER STRENGTH !!!!!"

Jaime started smiling again before the mask disintegrated revealing his face again.

"That is the power of the blue beetle y/n"

"This is awesome !!"

"But y/n look, real talk here buddy. While yes this is awesome to see, you can't go telling anyone about this, not even your dad or my family. Only you know about this." He took your hand and squeezed it, in a way of seriousness. "Can you promise to keep this secret for me ok ??"

Your smile faded slightly knowing the seriousness of the cause, You squeezed his hand back. "I promise Jaime, I promise."

"Thank you y/n" He smiled and hugged you tightly. "Your a great friend you know that ??"

"Can say the same to you" You smiled as you hugged him back

Jaime saw the sun setting before realizing he's been out all afternoon.

"Oh mierda, I gotta get home before mom kills me, I'll see you at school tomorrow ok y/n ??"

"Shoot I should get home too" You saw a bus stop and had some money, so you then went to the stop.

"See you tomorrow Jaime !!!"

Jaime waved goodbye before grabbing his backpack and activating flight mode, zooming back home.

You smiled as soon as you saw him fly off, Your best friend was a superhero. A freaking superhero. El Paso was in safe hands with Blue Beetle.

Taglist:@callofdudes

#platonic #blue beetle #jaime reyes #jaime reyes x reader #blue beetle x reader #platonic x reader #reader insert

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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Note: I edited this when there was actual thunder outside and my heart is full.

This is part 3 of the Halloween fic, direct follow up to part 2.

part 1 - part 2

Warnings: horror/fluff. mentions of fright, spirits, demons, ghosts, violence, bruises, blood. also briefly suggestive.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Sihtric took you out on a spooky date, it just didn't go as planned.

Word count: 5,7k

Masterlist

'Sihtric? Are you a fraudulent member of the Catholic church?'

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Sihtric: good morning, my darkness. I won't tell you what we're going to do, but, despite the sun, dress warm and wear comfortable shoes x

You: guess I'll change out of my catwoman costume then???? x

Sihtric: no wait

Sihtric: on my way ;)

You: always a funny guy huh? ;)

Sihtric: no, really coming over early

Sihtric: if that's okay? :)

You: sure, I'm ready to go anyway :)

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Sihtric wolf whistled and took his sunglasses off when you opened the door. You instantly became a trembling and shy mess when you realised how truly good looking he was, now that you saw him in daylight. You smiled when you saw he had his hair slightly pushed back, not hiding his scars anymore, at least, not for you. He was wearing a plain black hoodie with a leather jacket on top, fingerless gloves, dark grey slim fitted jeans and black Doctor Martens.

Sihtric stepped closer, leaned in to kiss your cheek and circled one arm around your waist as he did.

'Well, hi,' he smiled and took a step back, holding your hands, 'you look to die for.'

You felt flustered as you were simply dressed in black jeans and a grey Dracula hoodie, which Sihtric said he liked, and asked where you got it from. But you didn't remember.

'Oh, well… are you ready to go?'

'I think so,' you smiled a little nervously, still not knowing what the plan was, 'we're going for a hike?'

'Something like that,' Sihtric winked.

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The drive to wherever he was taking you would take about 30 minutes, he said.

As soon as Sihtric started the car and his phone connected to his radio, you were shocked to hear the familiar sound and lyrics of one of your favourite songs blasting through his speakers:

"Death-magic and forbidden sorcery

Into the occult and science became necromancy

A pact with Mephistopheles

My stirring in the dark-"

'Oops,' Sihtric grimaced when he saw your big eyes and turned the volume down, 'I'm sorry.'

'No, no! I mean… Carach Angren?' you blinked rapidly.

'Wait,' Sihtric turned to you, 'you know them?'

You scoffed. 'I love them!'

Sihtric stared at you, his mismatched eyes piercing as a smile appeared on his face, 'Ain't no way. I have never met anyone who knows them, let alone like them.'

'I'm serious!'

'Okay, name three songs,' Sihtric taunted, knowing that was such a stupid thing some people always ask when someone says they're a fan of something "obscure".

'That is such a dick move,' you laughed, 'but I like The Necromancer. And the violins in Der Vampir Von Nürnberg are absolutely insane! But my favourite is In De Naam Van De Duivel, I mean the instrumentals near the end?' you sighed.

'Well, shit,' Sihtric smiled, 'you really are to die for.'

He took out his phone and switched on your favourite song, and you both smiled at the intro riffs as Sihtric pulled off your driveway. You shouted the first lyric together at the same time, 'Once upon a time, back when the Devil had a temper!' You were both surprised at each other and started to laugh.

'I love the storytelling in their songs,' Sihtric smiled.

'Me too. It's like a horror fairy tale in each song, and we need more of those.'

'We do.'

'But,' you looked at Sihtric, 'will you finally tell me where we are going?'

'Nope,' he smiled and carefully placed his hand on your knee, 'you mind this?'

'No,' you smiled and felt yourself blush.

You felt silly for feeling so flustered, seeing the things you already did with this man the evening before, but today was so different. It was only the two of you now, both showing your authentic selves without any interruption or having to hide your personality. You knew you both still had a lot to find out about each other, but you were off to a good start. And Sihtric was already over the moon by finding out you liked the same music as him. You enjoyed his presence and felt comfortable around him, but you couldn't lie, you felt a little nervous when Sihtric got off the main road and pulled into a, seemingly, hidden forest track, and drove deep into the forest.

'Where are we going?' you asked after about a minute. You hoped you didn't sound nervous all of the sudden, but you clearly did. Sihtric noticed it and stopped the car.

'Hey,' Sihtric turned to you and spoke softly, 'did you tell anyone you're with me today?'

'Well, Uhtred and Finan know I was seeing you today…'

'You want to send your location or anything?'

You hesitated. You didn't want to make him feel like you didn't trust him, but you just didn't know him well enough to understand his motives or his thoughts. Sihtric had been very considerate the short time you've spent together, so you didn't think he was going to do something weird, but still…

'It's okay,' Sihtric chuckled lightly, 'I understand it, really, I don't take any offence.'

You apologised with a shy smile and took out your phone. Since Uhtred was the main link between you and Sihtric, you shared your live location with him, and you also trusted your life with Uhtred if you were honest.

You: hey, just wanting to share where I am right now…

Uhtred: you're with Sihtric?

You: yeah. All is well, but he's taking us somewhere in a forest now

Uhtred: yeah I know where you are

Uhtred: I'll keep an eye on your location, but don't worry. Sihtric knows that forest like the back of his hand.

You: exactly my worry? There seems to be no one else around??

Uhtred: yeah that is why he likes going there. Trust me, I know his plan already. You may love it or run away screaming, either way, you will soon find out if you're a match ;)

That didn't really ease you, but you smiled at Sihtric.

'You okay?' he asked, 'I can take you back home if you-'

'No, it's okay,' you said, really wanting to know what his plan was, and well… if he was a weirdo, then maybe there would be a Netflix documentary about you, years from now, showing the world how you were interested in true crime, yet still fell for a trap set by a handsome Dane.

'You can trust me. I won't let anything happen to you, babe,' Sihtric said and squeezed your hand, 'you have my word.'

You smiled at him and kissed his cheek. Then you saw Uhtred had texted you again.

Uhtred: oh…. and if you let him stay the night

Uhtred: make sure he doesn't bite you ;)

You frowned at your phone as Uhtred sent you another text: the vampire emoji and the blood drop emoji. You had no idea what he was on about, but you'd ask Sihtric later.

***************

'What the hell,' you mumbled when, out of nowhere, a huge, old castle appeared from behind the autumn coloured trees, 'what is this place?'

'This,' Sihtric said, as he parked in front of the impressive but neglected building, 'is an abandoned castle with a rich history of bloodshed and horror.' He smiled at you.

'Oh?'

'Have you ever heard of the Old Willow hauntings?'

'Not that I recall, no…'

'This place belonged to a wealthy family, the Willows. They were brutally murdered some hundred years ago, but no killer was ever caught nor was there ever any evidence that someone had been inside the castle that day, except for the family.'

'So one of the family members snapped, took everyone out and then took their own life?'

'That's what you'd think,' Sihtric smirked, 'but suicide was ruled out for every victim.'

'Really?' you frowned and looked up at the castle, 'so what do they think happened?'

'No one knows, there is no explanation.'

Sihtric brought your attention back to him by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you found him smiling softly at you. Suddenly it all clicked for you, and you grinned.

'So what do you think happened?'

'I think there was another presence inside,' Sihtric said and cupped your cheek, softly caressing your skin with his thumb, 'and I think it might still be here.'

'You mean ghosts? Wait, you're taking me to go ghost hunting?' you chuckled.

'Too weird for you?' Sihtric suddenly looked shy and a little insecure, and he took his hand off your cheek.

'No,' you said quickly and took his hand, 'I'm just surprised you're taking me here during the day and not at night.'

'No, it's too risky at night, sweet thing.'

You smiled and squinted your eyes a little as you looked at him. 'Why's that?'

'If there is some kind of spirit present, and let's say it's an evil one,' Sihtric licked his lips, 'then the chances of getting into trouble at night are higher than during the day.'

'I know,' you smiled wider.

'What do you know?' Sihtric smiled playfully and interested.

I know,' you said and cleared your throat, 'that demoniacal phenomena often begins after sunset and ends before sunrise.'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, impressed, and tried to suppress his smile, 'that is why I brought you here during the day.'

'But,' you continued, 'I also know that those activities usually happen when there is no natural light. Meaning they can still happen during the day in places where there is an absence of natural light, say, a basement or an attic without windows. So you, Sihtric Kjartansson,' you poked his chest, 'may still get us in some trouble with inhuman spirits, even during the day.'

Sihtric stared at you, his jaw had slightly dropped as you were speaking and he forgot how to breathe.

'What?' you chuckled when he seemed to have frozen.

'Marry me?' he blurted out.

'I, eh…' you mumbled before you both started to laugh, and Sihtric pulled you in for a kiss.

This time it was a sweet and gentle kiss, not sloppy like the ones he gave you last night, which were just as nice. Sihtric pulled back and bit down on his lip as he looked at you.

'Let's go?' he smiled.

You both got out of the car and Sihtric opened the trunk. He took out a black backpack and swung it over his shoulder before he locked his car. He held out his hand to you and smiled. You took his hand with a shy smile and walked over to the castle entrance.

'You've been here before?' you asked.

'Partly, yes. I've been in the whole left part of the building a few months ago. Today I wanted to scout the right side.'

'You ever found anything?'

'I, eh,' Sihtric chuckled, 'yeah.'

'Really?' you asked, 'how? Like EMF or EVP or something else?'

'Both,' Sihtric stopped as he smiled and looked at you, 'how much more do you know about this? Because I have a feeling there's a lot you're not telling me.'

You couldn't help but smile shyly when he pulled you closer and snuck his arms around your waist.

'I know some stuff,' you said and looked up at him as you played with the zipper of his leather jacket, 'I read a lot.'

'And what do you read, my dark princess?'

'Mainly stuff from the Warrens.'

'But then you probably know a lot about ghost hunting?'

'Yes and no. I know the basics about ghost hunting, but my knowledge is more focused on how these energies work. Like… finding out if it's a ghost or a spirit and if it's good or bad so to say. I'm interested in its motives and I …' you stopped talking when you felt you were about to say something that could scare him off.

'And you what?' Sihtric smiled and nuzzled your nose softly, 'tell me, little bat.'

'I… sort of communicate.'

'Communicate?' Sihtric tilted his head slightly, 'Ouija?'

'No, well, kind of,' you chuckled, 'I use a pendulum. You know how ouija boards have a planchette? I don't use that or a board, I use a cloth which is similar to an ouija board, but made for pendulums and is mainly focused on asking yes or no questions. So the pendulum swings, which is done by whatever energy you are communicating with at that moment, and it answers by swinging towards yes or towards no. It's been very effective for me. So there's that, and, well, I pick up on energies quite fast. I can feel when something is off, you know? Like when there is an energy that is not friendly, I sense it. But, yeah, anyway… you are mainly focused on capturing ghosts then or...'

'Yes and no,' Sihtric smiled and traced his thumb over your lips, 'I don't capture them like a ghostbuster or something,' he laughed softly, 'I try to capture them by recording audio and with equipment which is triggered by movements, even those not visible to us. But,' Sihtric said and paused as he looked in your eyes, terribly in love and in awe, 'the way you try to communicate and try to understand whatever is out there... then I guess I can admit that I know how to… you know… despite not being Catholic, I know Latin, I can perform an exorcism.'

'Have you ever done that?' you asked with big eyes.

'Luckily, I never had to. But I've held up a fair amount of crosses in my life when I just knew something was off.'

'But wait,' you shook your head lightly, 'you're not an official member of the church, right? So would an exorcism work then? I thought you need to be acknowledged by the church and all that to be able to perform them with success?'

'I don't consider myself a member of the church,' Sihtric smirked and pecked your lips, 'but the church doesn't know that.'

'What?' you gasped softly and laughed, 'Sihtric? Are you a fraudulent member of the Catholic church?'

'What's the fun in being a good altar boy?' Sihtric winked and brought his lips back to yours. Kissing you deep and passionate, and you felt he gradually started to kiss you sloppier again, just like at the fair, and he pulled you flush against his body as his tongue filled your mouth, and you curled your fingers around the neck of his hoodie, holding him close.

'But,' you broke the kiss, not because you wanted him to stop, but because you were so intrigued, 'your tattoo? A Norse knot. And your Thor pendant? How?'

'I hide my pendant whenever I really have to step in a church,' he scoffed, 'and they believe I am a Pagan turned Christian, which is what they love, so they don't even look at the tattoo.'

'But if you don't believe in their god, how effective is that exorcism?'

'I may not believe in their god, but I believe in energy. I believe there are spirits of both good nature and bad, and I believe the bad natured ones fear the word of god, and therefore it definitely holds power.'

'Damn,' you smiled, 'so, what is the plan here? Summon a demon and do an exorcism?'

'Oh, you know better than that, lady,' Sihtric laughed and pecked your lips again, 'we're absolutely not doing that. But… you could use a necklace as a pendulum too, right?'

'Yeah, anyone can.'

'Maybe you could try to communicate and we can set up my stuff? Try to record voices or movements?'

'Ah… I don't work like that,' you said hesitantly, 'I need some stuff to… you know, protect myself with before I attempt communication. I'd love to do that with you one day, but I won't do it now, not without my own tools. I- I won't risk anything.'

'So you're the brains,' Sihtric smiled, 'and I'm the muscle.'

'You surely got the muscles,' you smiled as you squeezed his arms, 'but you definitely got the brain too. But, yeah, I think we could be a good team, if that's what you mean.'

You pushed yourself up your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, which he gladly accepted, before he pulled you in for another passionate kiss.

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'You never told me what you found here,' you suddenly remembered as you walked through a huge, empty hallway inside the abandoned castle.

You looked at the EMF meter in your hand, which Sihtric had given you after you asked if you could try it out. Sihtric held a flashlight which was switched on, despite there being enough broken windows to allow in daylight. He simply wanted to see what was in front of him, or behind him, at all times if he'd accidentally ended up in a dark hallway or room, especially with you there now.

'I've picked up voices and movements,' Sihtric said as he held your hand with his free one, 'I can show you that, if you'd like to come over at my place sometime?'

'Yeah, I'd love to see what you found here,' you smiled at him and carefully looked around the gloomy place. There was definitely some kind of energy in this building, but you weren't sure yet just what it was. 'Will you set up any equipment today?'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, 'I would if I was on my own. But it can be very boring. I usually just sit in one spot for hours, so I think it's more fun for you if we just stroll around, see if we can pick up on anything without using any tools, except for the EMF meter. If you're fine with that?'

'Yeah, that sounds like fun.'

You smiled at Sihtric when he looked at you. He stopped walking and let go of your hand, only to cup your cheek as he leaned in, 'where have you been all my life?' he asked, brushing his lips softly against yours.

'At home, reading books I guess.'

You smiled against his lips and pulled him closer by tugging at his jacket. You pressed your lips against his and Sihtric moved his hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as much as he could.

'You're so fucking perfect,' Sihtric whispered under his breath before he brought his lips back to yours. He let his backpack slip off his shoulder and dropped the flashlight at the same time, which spooked you.

'Sorry. It's just me, baby,' Sihtric said in between kisses while he slowly pushed you backwards, through an open door, into a darker room and towards a large old, oaken cabinet. While he kissed you slowly, and sloppy, he took the EMF meter out of your hand and shoved it in his back pocket, allowing you to move both your hands to his neck and up in his hair, softly pulling his dark mane as you felt his hands on your waist, keeping you close as he kissed you so gentle, so slow and so incredibly arousing.

'I- I love the way you kiss me, Sihtric,' you whispered when you needed some air, your breath already heavy and your voice hoarse.

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled out of breath. But he didn't care, he needed to feel you close again, and he pushed you up against the cabinet, 'I've been thinking all night about you, babe,' he husked in between kisses, 'the way you came with my fingers inside you,' he flicked his tongue against your lips and you moaned softly when he kissed you again. 'And the way you made me feel so nice,' he smiled and gently sucked your lower lip.

'I've been thinking about you as well,' you said, breathing heavily, 'and about that big cock of yours,' you chuckled.

'I told you I didn't make things up when I spelled out my name for you,' he laughed and took your hand, sliding it slowly down to his groin as he left open mouthed kisses on your neck. You cupped his hardness through his jeans, massaging firmly and you kissed his lips again.

Sihtric moaned with a smile, 'Hmm, my queen of darkness, I'd take you right here-'

You were both suddenly startled by the loud noise the EMF meter made from his back pocket. And where you had first pulled Sihtric close because you wanted his tongue in your mouth, you now pulled him close because you suddenly felt unwell and almost fell down, as if something pulled your leg.

'S-Sihtric, I… I feel dizzy, something's here,' you grabbed onto his jacket as your knees gave out underneath you.

The EMF meter continued to spike and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, making you see your own breath as the flashlight lit up the room from the hallway. Sihtric was quick to pull you tightly against his chest as he knew this was wrong. Very wrong.

'Hey, I'm here, sweet thing. It's okay,' Sihtric said, calmly, 'take it easy. We're leaving, okay? I'm taking you home. We've had enough fun here.'

He pulled your arm around his neck and moved his arm around your waist, supporting you as he walked back to the door, which suddenly slammed shut, locking you in a cold and dark room.

'Sihtric?' you whispered and clung onto him, 'has… has that happened to you here before?'

You heard Sihtric's hard, but calm breathing in the dark. 'No,' he said, 'nothing like this happened to me here before.' He pulled you even closer and grabbed the door handle in an attempt to open it, but the door wouldn't budge.

'What the fuck,' Sihtric mumbled in the pitch black room. 'You okay, lady?' he asked while he tried to feel some kind of lock on the door with his fingertips, not wanting to alarm you further when he sensed this was all bad news.

'I… I'm not sure,' you whispered and pressed your face against his chest, 'Sihtric?'

'Yeah?' Sihtric couldn't find a lock, and no matter how much he rattled the doorknob, nothing happened.

'I… I'm scared,' you whispered, 'I know temperature drops aren't a good sign.'

'They're not,' he confessed, 'but I won't let anything happen to you, okay? I just can't get the door to open.'

Sihtric knew a way to open the door, but he also knew he could not explain it to you later without the risk of you probably being scared to death or thinking he was stark raving mad. So he tried to kick the door open, but to no avail.

'Sihtric?' you suddenly sounded panicked, as a feeling of dread crawled over your skin and soaked into your bones.

'What? What's wrong?'

His arms were around you but his voice seemed really far.

'S-something,' your voice trembled, 'something's t-touching my l-leg.'

'What?' Sihtric asked, suddenly sounding close again, while you felt him close to you all the same.

'Something is touching my leg right now,' you whimpered.

Sihtric didn't know what to say, he just tried to understand what you meant. It wasn't him. He had his arms around you this whole time, except for when he tried to open the door, but that was moments ago already. And he heard nothing else in the room, except for his own and your breathing.

'Sihtric!' you suddenly yelled, 'make it stop!'

'What! What is it?!' Sihtric yelled as he felt you being pulled out of his arms.

He had no idea what on earth was happening. And neither did you, all you knew was that something was pulling your leg, as if dragging you away, and it was with such force you could barely hold onto Sihtric, and you were in pain.

'Sihtric, it hurts! It's hurting me!'

Sihtric pulled you back against his chest with a loud groan, using all his strength against the invisible force that tried to steal you away from him in the dark.

'Fuck this!' he grunted, 'in the name of Michael, open and let us pass! Into the light I command thee, or I will send you straight back to hell, you piece of shit!'

Sihtric kicked the door again and it flung open. You were blinded by the sudden flickering of the flashlight outside the room as Sihtric pulled you out with him. And as soon as you both stepped out of the room, everything became quiet and it seemed as if nothing ever happened.

The EMF meter stopped spiking, the flashlight shone brightly and your breath wasn't visible anymore. You both fell down to your knees, out of breath. Sihtric immediately pulled you close against his chest and cradled you in his arms.

'I'm sorry, baby,' Sihtric whispered, 'you're safe, I promise. It's over.'

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You and Sihtric were quiet the whole drive back home. He held your hand in his whenever he didn't have to shift gears, often bringing the back of your hand up to his lips, pressing soft and comforting kisses to your skin. Despite everything, you were both okay and calm, just silently trying to understand what had happened. It had startled you both, but you knew the risks all too well before you stepped inside that building together.

'You still want to come in and watch a movie?' you asked once Sihtric pulled up your driveway.

'You still want me around after everything?'

'Now more than ever, Sihtric,' you chuckled lightly. Beside being a little spooked still, you just really wanted him to be with you a little longer, hoping he would take your mind fully of everything eventually.

He kissed your hand again and followed your lead. You took him inside and switched on some lights and lit a few candles while you waited for the tea to brew. Sihtric curiously walked around your living room, smiling as he inspected some of the curiosities you owned. He chuckled at your insane amount of candles and he looked at the pendulum you had told him about. He whistled when he saw your huge book cabinet and told you that you both owned quite a lot of the same titles. Sihtric was sweet and gentle, as you had expected, and he moved closer to you when you sat down next to him and handed him his tea.

'You okay, sweet thing?' he asked again. You had lost count of how many times he had asked already.

'Yeah,' you smiled and took his hand, 'have you ever had something like that happen before?'

Sihtric shook his head lightly. 'No, never. I… I don't understand it. It's like whatever was there just wanted to drag you away from me. I've never had encounters like this with ghosts or spirits.'

'Well one thing we can rule out is that it was a ghost,' you scoffed lightly, 'ghosts are usually harmless and they just leave after they've scared you. And ghosts don't need darkness to manifest.'

'True,' Sihtric said, 'whatever this was, it clearly fed on fear. It only seemed to become stronger. And, you said it hurt, right?'

'It did,' you remembered, and you quickly rolled up your pants, exposing your ankle.

'Gods,' Sihtric whispered as he saw the large, hand shaped bruise on your ankle, 'does it still hurt? It looks insane.'

'No, I don't feel anything now,' you rubbed your hand over the bruise, 'it clearly shows fingers. Are you… Are you sure there was no other person in there? Some homeless guy or something?'

'Not that I was aware of,' Sihtric said as he traced his fingertips across your bruise, 'I didn't hear a third presence. And there was no way one person could have slammed that door shut while holding onto you.'

'That is a valid point,' you sighed, 'I also…' you stopped and looked conflicted, 'at one point it seemed like you were really far away from me.'

'What do you mean?' Sihtric furrowed his brows, 'I had you in my arms the entire time, baby. You don't think I left your side, do you?' He looked concerned.

'I don't, no, that is why it's so confusing. I felt your body against mine, but… your voice sounded like it came from another corner. But only once.'

'A person can't do that.'

'I know,' you looked at your ankle, 'and I know that inhuman spirits can cause injury.'

'And they usually smell horrible, but that entire place was rotten,' Sihtric chuckled.

'Yeah, we shouldn't add smell to the list,' you smiled, 'but everything else really makes it look like…'

'A demon,' Sihtric agreed and sipped his tea. 'Would you dare to go back?'

'To investigate further?'

Sihtric nodded.

'Maybe,' you said, 'but not yet. I'd like to know more about what you found there last time, and learn more about the history of that place.'

'No, we definitely shouldn't go back right away. We need some time.'

'And I will wait until Halloween is far over.'

Sihtric frowned, 'Why is that?'

'Really?' you smiled, 'you don't know? About the veil?'

'What?'

'You know of Samhain?'

'Yeah, vaguely. It's what Halloween is based on, right?'

'More or less, yes. Samhain was like the Celtic new year. The day we now celebrate Halloween was the day the Celts celebrated the end of summer and the beginning of winter. The end of the harvest and all that. And because it was the time when harvest was over, meaning the lands basically… died, they associated winter with death. And therefore they believed that the veil between the spirit world and the human world was thin during this time of year. It is said that it allows the dead to visit the living in a much easier way than the rest of the year.'

'Wait,' Sihtric groaned, 'I have heard of that. But I thought that was just a Wicca thing.'

'Oh, no. Yes, it's a sabbat celebrated by Wiccans, but also by other pagans. Samhain was a Celtic pagan celebration.'

'I realise I need to gain more knowledge about the Celts,' Sihtric chuckled.

'Well you have me now,' you smiled, 'you don't need to read whole books about it anymore. I already did that.'

'I have you?' Sihtric grinned as he leaned in.

'Maybe… something like that,' you felt your cheeks heat up and you quickly took his cup and set it on the table with yours.

'But I haven't really claimed you yet,' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, 'at least, not the way I should.'

'Well… maybe if you stay the night,' you said cheekily, 'you could claim me the way you should?'

'I will claim you, little bat.' Sihtric pulled you closer and kissed your lips.

'Yes,' you broke the kiss, 'but first we have to watch a movie.'

'I guess we do,' Sihtric smiled and he looked at your Dracula sweater, 'how about Dracula?'

'I love that movie, how did you guess?'

'Lucky guess,' Sihtric winked.

'Wait,' you giggled, 'speaking about vampires,' you took your phone and showed Sihtric the text Uhtred had sent, 'why did he send me the vampire and blood emoji and told me to make sure you don't bite me?'

'Oh,' Sihtric snorted and raked his fingers through his hair, 'eh,' he cleared his throat, 'I, eh… may or may not like to, you know,' he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

'Sihtric, just say it,' you chuckled.

'I have this weird thing, okay,' he smiled shyly, 'I like to… to draw a little blood when I have sex.'

'Wait, what?' you laughed, 'what does that even mean?'

Sihtric groaned softly and shifted uncomfortably, 'It's like… it's a blood kink, I guess. But nothing fucking crazy, okay, I don't get off from hurting someone, not at all. It's not like that.' He looked worried and nervous.

'Hey,' you took his hands, 'it's okay,' you smiled, 'just… just tell me about it. I'm not familiar with it. Explain it to me? What do you do and why?'

Sihtric looked at you for a short moment, almost brooding, and then he cleared his throat.

'So… like… my kink is quite mild, I think,' Sihtric said, 'I personally really enjoy it when I draw a little blood by, let's say, biting your lip a little harder than usual… or... by making a really small cut in your fingertip for example, just a few drops, you know?'

'Okay,' you nodded slowly with a shy smile, 'so… then what? You … drink it?'

'Well it's nowhere near the amount to drink it,' he chuckled, 'but, yeah, I… I like to lick it and,' he sighed and rubbed his eyes, 'and I also really enjoy it when I draw my own blood and have… in this case, you, for example, to…you know…'

'...Lick your blood?'

'...Yeah.'

'Okay…'

'I'm sorry, I know this is probably really fucking weird. I don't want to scare you off. It's totally fine if you're not into that, really.'

'Well, I mean… I don't know. I've never tried it,' you smiled, 'but… I guess I can understand that it's quite arousing, because it's something very intimate.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric sounded relieved, 'that's exactly what it is. I don't… I don't just do that with random hook ups or something. And also I swear my blood is clean.'

'Good to know. My blood is also clean,' you chuckled and cupped his cheeks, 'but you've done that before then, right?'

'Yeah, well, tried it like twice… with my… you know, ex,' he mumbled and took your hands, 'but she hated it, and it didn't even feel right for me either with her, so, yeah,' he shrugged, 'I only want to do it with someone I really have feelings for, or feel a connection with that I can't explain. It's something very personal, I guess. Something… oddly romantic, to love someone so deeply, you want to share blood at your most intimate moment.'

'And… let's say you get lucky tonight,' you grinned, 'would you…?'

'Only if you're open to it,' Sihtric smiled, 'only if you trust me enough and are willing to try it, then, yeah… I'd love to do that with you.'

'I… I think I'd like to try it, yeah,' you said shyly.

'After the movie maybe?'

'Or… now?'

Sihtric pulled you in for a soft kiss. 'Now is fine with me,' he smiled sweetly, 'but… Okay, I like to set the mood, you know? And I see you have plenty of candles, so, if you will allow me?'

You smiled and pecked his lips again, then took his hand and guided him upstairs, where you sat on your bed as you told him to look in your spare room for whatever candles and things he may need. And you remembered you had some black lace lingerie somewhere, hidden far away in a drawer.

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The Dream - Will Graham Imagine [NBC's Hannibal]

Title: The Dream

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Word Count: 1,251 words

Warning(s): brief mention of attack

Summary: [Season 1] Will's mind allows him to entertain a reality that he knows won't happen.

Author's Note: Is it wrong to say that this was inspired by a TikTok that I made? (oh, by the way, I have a Hannibal fan account on TikTok called a_fragile_little_teacup)

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Will's mind always gave him some difficulty when it came to discerning between reality and dreams.

That usually occurred when he had nightmares. He could almost understand it then. What's a worse way to torture someone than convince them that they're going mad?

But that night...

It was different.

His eyes opened to sunlight streaming through the window.

It took a few moments for his mind to come into focus, but even when it did, it didn't help much with his confusion. The other side of his bed was empty. He pushed himself up, leaning back on his hands. There weren't any dogs in the room.

That wasn't right.

Not usually, anyways.

He was typically up long before (Y/n) ever was. And the missing collection of dogs was just strange.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, (Y/n) walked in through the front door. They were quickly followed by a stampede of dogs.

"Morning," they said, laughing at the excited dogs jumping on the bed.

Will chuckled to himself, trying his best to pet the dogs that were wriggling all around. "Morning."

(Y/n) walked over, helping in Will's quest to reach every single dog on the bed. Will took a moment to just grin at them. He didn't want to say that this was all just luck, but he didn't have a better name for it.

He couldn't remember a day when the house had been this bright. No, that lonely house in Wolf Trap with no close neighbors always seemed to have a fog draped over it to block out the sun. Maybe it was a result of the weather. Maybe it was a result of the lonely man that lived there.

Maybe (Y/n) was the one to drag the sunlight back to the windows for Will's natural alarm clock.

"Sorry for letting you sleep in," (Y/n) muttered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "You just looked so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you."

Will grinned a bit as they kissed him. "It's okay."

There was a creaking on the stairs.

It was quiet, but enough to catch Will's attention. He knew that there shouldn't have been anyone else there.

He reached for (Y/n)'s hand, ready to do something to get in front of them.

"Will, you alright," (Y/n) said, looking at how his hand grabbed at their wrist.

A light voice spoke up before he could explain himself, "Morning!"

The source of that light voice popped her head into the living room as she called out to them.

Abigail.

Will felt like he had been punched in the chest.

Not because it was bad to see her. It was just shocking. Confusing. She wasn't supposed to be here. She was meant to be in that hospital. She was in the midst of recovering.

"Morning," (Y/n) responded to her like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Will glanced at them before finally responding, "Morning."

Abigail walked into the kitchen.

(Y/n)'s eyes turned back to Will. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Their hand touched the side of Will's face. Will blinked a few times before shaking his head. (Y/n) tilted their head forward, raising an eyebrow at him.

He reached up and touched their hand. "I'm okay."

(Y/n) leaned forward and kissed him gently.

They pulled away as they stood up, going to follow Abigail to the kitchen.

He could hear them talking to each other.

He could have sat there and questioned why this was happening.

Or he could accept that this was exactly what he wanted.

He had (Y/n), he had his dogs, he had Abigail. He could live in peace like this forever. All that he truly cared for under one roof.

It was everything that he thought he would never have.

Will let out a breath before pushing himself out of bed.

He walked into the kitchen. He paused for a moment.

(Y/n) and Abigail were in the midst of a conversation about one of Abigail's classes. He could vaguely hear some of the advice (Y/n) was offering about a project coming up. He was more focused on the pair smiling.

There weren't just here. They were happy here.

He didn't quite realize that they had stopped talking until Abigail stood up. She walked over and hugged (Y/n) quickly. She headed towards Will, kissing his cheek as she muttered about having to get to school.

"Bye! Love you!" she called over her shoulder.

"Have a good day," (Y/n) replied.

"Love you too," Will added.

There was a moment of silence between the door closing and (Y/n) speaking, "That girl is going to outsmart both of us."

Will looked back at (Y/n). "I'm pretty sure that she already has."

"You're probably right," (Y/n) chuckled.

They walked over and wrapped their arms around his neck. Will's hands found their place on (Y/n)'s sides.

They leaned forward and kissed him gently. It was almost intoxicating. Will leaned a little further forward, trying to push a little more intensity into the kiss. (Y/n) chuckled against his lips but obliged.

(Y/n)'s hands slid to cup the sides of his face.

As soon as their fingers brushed the skin, Will found himself shooting up in bed.

He looked around the house. It was still dark outside. He turned to the clock. It was barely past two in the morning. His eyes rested on the body lying next to him. (Y/n) was there. Curled into their pillow with one hand reaching out in the hopes of holding Will closer than he had already been.

The shifting must've shaken (Y/n) out of their sleepiness. Their eyes opened to find Will already staring at them. It almost looked like he was looking at them in disbelief.

"Are you okay," they asked, going to sit up. "Was it a nightmare?"

He didn't respond for a moment. (Y/n) turned their body to face him properly before they reached out and took his hand in theirs. Their free hand rested on the side of his face.

"Will," they said quietly. "Will?"

Will slowly shook his head. "N-No, no. It wasn't a nightmare."

"What was it then?" (Y/n)'s thumb ran over his knuckles.

He hesitated for a moment. "How do you feel about kids?"

The shocked laugh that escaped (Y/n) confused Will. "Sorry. Sorry. I... I'm not quite sure. I haven't thought a whole lot about it. I never knew that you did."

"I don't usually," he explained. "It's just..."

He trailed off. That allowed (Y/n) to jump to a conclusion, "It's Abigail, isn't it?"

A small grin formed on his face. "She's... She's going to need a place to stay after she recovers."

"You want her to stay with us?"

"I think it could be possible. There's a room upstairs. We have the money. I know that I'm springing a lot on you all at once, but these last few days, I haven't been able to shake it-"

"Will," (Y/n) was smiling at him. He didn't notice when that had formed. "I think it's a good idea."

"Really?"

"Yeah," they nodded. "We should probably sit down and discuss it in more detail when it is not 2 in the morning, but I think I'd like that."

Will let out a relieved sigh. He leaned over and pressed his lips to (Y/n)'s.

(Y/n) let out a shocked laugh before kissing him back.

For just a little while, Will allowed himself to imagine a reality where he got everything that he wanted.

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8 makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Themes : angst , mental struggles, fears , Disorders etc

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of threatening , angst , obsessive-compulsive disorder , pedophilia , grooming , mental breakdown , paranoia, mentions of sexual abuse etc , please tell me if I forgot something , and I’m not romanticizing Disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

And I would like to apologize and just like to explain that after I post the chapters of you guys getting to meet the patients (Ateez ) there will be back stories as to why they are where they are and etc , besides I do my research before writing about these disorders and other things

Word count : 1,5k

MEETING SEONGHWA

𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟬𝟯𝟳𝟴

𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚 : 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙬𝙖

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 : 𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 𝟯, 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟴

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 : 𝟭,𝟳𝟴𝗺

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 : 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲–𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 , 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 , 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵

Y/n yawned and went to wash her hands after going to bathroom , passing other patients who where going to have dinner

The whole place made her really feel insanely uncomfortable with how some people where treated behind cell doors by some guards

Y/n knew she was going to do something sooner than later to stop it

She stopped in front of the cell door waiting for the guard to open it for her as she than went in

" Who are you and what do you want from me "

The blond boy with blue cloud pajamas looked alarmed and covered his ears slightly looking scared as she approached him

" I'm the new psychiatrist who will help you get better from now on "

" This isn't something that can go away "

" I know, but I'm going to make sure your comfortable with your surroundings and yourself for now on only if you let me help "

He uncovered his ears and looked up to see her smiling at him softly sitting on a clap-up chair she brought due to not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable by sitting on his bed

" Would you like to tell me your name "

" You already know that , why must I tell ? "

" Mhm , well I prefer my patients to tell me their names despite me already knowing it because some of them tend to get scared by people knowing their name out of nowhere "

He gasped and whimpered

" Did you hear that ? that-t noise "

" It's ok , it was just the chair I'm sitting on I'm sorry for scaring you "

" M-My name is Seonghwa "

The boy tried to smile but failed making his eyebrows knit together

" Nice to meet you Seonghwa, please don't smile for someone when you feel like it's not making you feel comfortable "

" But it's rude to not smile at people you just got to meet , it will make them sad a-and I don't want that "

" Listen Seonghwa that's not true , you shall never and I mean never do anything for anyone that makes you feel like it's not right to do "

" I don't need to smile if I don't want to ? "

She shook her head softly smiling at him

" Oh ... , I thought that it's obligatory to smile for people so you won't make them sad "

" It's just like when you don't need to say sorry if you didn't do anything wrong "

" But my mom said that I needed to apologize even if I'm not wrong "

He looked around afraid

" Seonghwa , trust me it's not true "

" How can I trust you ?! How do I know you don't work for someone that wants to harm me or use the things I say against me ?! "

" You don't need to trust me if your not sure , besides we just got know each other I'll let you open up to me at your pace ok ? "

He blinked looking around, he kept feeling things whisper that weren't actually there

" Is everything alright ? "

" Things here are whispering in my ear and I'm afraid they won't stop "

Seonghwa covered himself with his blankets

" I brought some books for you , maybe they can help you get distracted of these when you feel like their bothering you "

" Are these books clean ? I hate messy stuff "

" I bought them just for you , since the books here where pretty dusty and old so these here are brand new and clean "

" Are you buying stuff to gain my trust ? "

She shook her head straightening her blouse

" Seonghwa , this is for your own good the only thing i'd gain from helping you is too see you smile and be happy nothing more "

" Really ? Can I really trust you ? "

" That's up to you , my job is just to make you smile and be happy again "

He stood up and walked up to her taking the bag of books and slowly backing away as he kept his eyes on her , with suspicions about her invading the boys mind making him stay alarmed at any moment she did anything

" Well , is there anything in particular you want to request for your well-being before I go ? "

" Can I ask somethin-ng ?

The boy hesitated with his choice of words and started to fiddle around with his clothes

" You can ask me anything Seonghwa I'm all ears , but make sure that what your going to tell me won't make you feel uncomfortable afterwards for telling me ok ? "

" Yo-ou said t-that I d-don't have to do thing-gs I don't w-want to d-do "

" Yes I said that , is something wrong ? "

Seonghwa's breathing started to quicken as whimpers left his mouth with hot tears leaving his eyes soon after

" D-Do you also have to take your undies off when someone asks nicely? "

" Well , depends on the person wanting to do that or not but either way I think it's kind of inappropriate to just ask someone to do that "

His hands started shaking violently and he bursted into tears crying , the tears made his vision blurry as he kept trying to wipe them

" What does it me-ean if someone takes pictures of someone being naked a-and makes them do things that-t are weird "

Her heart sank when she realized what just happened in front of her eyes , he was the patient Wooyoung was talking about

" Seonghwa I'll ask you some questions and you'll have to answer them is that ok ? "

He nodded avoiding eye contact

" Did someone say you should take off your pants and you felt like that was wrong ? "

The boy slowly nodded sniffing

" Was is it guard Lee ? , You don't have to lie to me about this one here because I know "

His eyes shot into her direction as he panicked

" He-e promised not to tell and kept giving me presents ! I-I did not want to do that , he said I was a very pretty boy to be shared and promised to not tell anyone ! "

Seonghwa went on his knees as he screamed rubbing his hands together in a pleading way

" Please d-dont tell anyone ! I-I'm sorry ! please don't harm me ! "

She approached him and squat down in front of the boy

" I won't allow him to ever do this again, it is extremely wrong to make someone do anything against their will , he's crossed his boundaries "

Seonghwa looked so helpless and broken as he sat there sobbing, one thing she was glad is that they couldn't hear anything from outside since she always inactivates the speakers when she visited her patients it was something that was called privacy and respect, everything the patients told her stayed in doors and never reached out to anyone else

" Can you remember for how long he has been sexually abusing or better to say grooming you Seonghwa ? It's ok if you don't want to talk about it I'll wait for you to open up "

" What does G-grooming mean ? "

He sniffed looking completely confused to hearing the new word

" Grooming is when someone builds a relationship, trust and emotional connection with a child or young person so they can manipulate , exploit and abuse them "

The boy bursted into tears again and suddenly hugged her , he was just to oblivious to even comprehend what that old man was doing

" It's ok Seonghwa , I'm here for you and as for today you will never do something against your will do you understand ? Repeat after me it is ok to say no when I don't want to "

" It is ok to say n-no w-when I don't want to "

She stroked his head slowly whispering that it was ok and reassuring him that it wasn't his fault and would never be

" C-Can you please protect me ? What if he finds out and comes to kill me ? "

" Did he say he would do that to you ? "

He nodded and snuggled closer sniffing

" He was nice at first than suddenly changed and one day he came into the toilet where I was washing my hands and said that if I even dared to tell anyone about our relationship he would kill me and toss my body in the woods "

She shushed him and kissed his forehead to which the boy hugged tighter and hiccuped for some minutes before calming down

" Listen to me , from now on I'll never leave your sight and tomorrow I'll pick you up for breakfast so you don't have to wake up and face that disgusting man alone do you hear me ? "

" Do you promise me that? "

" I promise you Seonghwa now go to sleep "

" Is there also a possibility to get strawberry milk on breakfast time ? I-I really like strawberry milk "

She smiled and nodded making her way out his room before her smile dropped she had something more important on her mind

Mission get to know Patient 0378 done

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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You're the most beautiful flower

Daisy Jones x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — i really liked the prompt list for requests so maybe something angsty with 8 and 31?

✧.* summary — You never had a passion for working at bar you worked, but when you met Daisy Jones, she made all your shifts worthwhile.

✧.* warnings — Mention of anxiety and trauma.

✧.* word count — 2.6k

✧.* 🎙️ — Daisy's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — my first time writing for Daisy and I just fell in love... Hope you enjoy it 🫶🏾

Your job wasn't the most pleasant, and honestly you were there just to save enough money to continue following your plans in the city of LA. Dealing with drunks late into the night wasn't easy, but you had to keep up so that's where you spent most of your nights.

The bar was dimly lit, with a distinct smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke that lingered in the air. You could hear the sound of glasses clinking and the faint hum of the jukebox in the background, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter or shouting. You had been working the late shift for hours, and your feet were sore from standing on them all night. You leaned on one hand on the counter, blinking for a long time, trying your best to keep yourself awake. Most of your colleagues had already left and finished their work, now you were waiting alone for some living soul to show up.

The bell above the bar door makes you wake up from your nap, a woman with red hair enters the place, capturing your attention. You had never seen such a beautiful woman, she smiles when she notices you at the counter and you smile back at her. She approaches you without taking that smile off her face, when she gets closer you can see those green eyes better and when you receive that deep look on you, butterflies in your stomach grow.

"Hey there," she says, her voice low and husky. "Mind if I sit here for a bit?"

You shake your head, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness. This woman was different from anyone you had ever met before, and you couldn't help but be drawn to her.

She leans against the counter and pulls a cigarette pack out of her pocket, offering it to you. "Want one?"

You hesitate for a moment, then shake your head again. "Can't do that working."

She shrugs and brings one of the cigarettes to her mouth, lighting it. "Fair enough. I'm Daisy, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"Y/N" you say, your heart beating a little faster as you take in her striking features. You couldn't help but feel a little starstruck - this woman seemed like she was from another world.

…

There were a few hours left for you to open, so you needed to organize the bar so that it was perfect until that moment. The place was illuminated by the rays of sunlight that remained in the sky, these rays directly illuminated the stage where Daisy was lying with her notebook, the sunlight made her look more beautiful, and you didn't even know that was possible.

Daisy felt that she needed to impress Teddy Price anyway, she spent days and nights writing several different lyrics but nothing ever pleased her. Again she crumples up another sheet of paper, frustrated she throws it on the floor huffing, making you laugh.

"You find it funny, uh?" Daisy rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. "It's frustrating, Y/N I can't write anything decent!"

"I'm sure you're overreacting, your lyrics are great." You approach her, taking a seat next to her.

Daisy follows you with her eyes, lying in your lap when you sit down, still looking upset about her writer's block.

"Alright alright, let me see it." You extend your hand, asking permission to take the notebook.

Daisy looks anxious, as if giving you this notebook makes her extremely vulnerable. You take note of her unease and try to reassure her.

"Hey, it's okay," you say gently. "I won't judge you or anything. You can trust me."

You shifted your gaze between the letters in front of you and the woman's face. Watching you with her most valuable object the redhead felt fear, flashbacks of such bad times where she was constantly invalidated sinking her like a tsunami, restless she sits biting her fingernails nervously waiting for your words.

No matter how hard she tried to pretend that she didn't care, that she was indifferent to anyone's opinion, she always looked for that validation, that feeling of finally having done something deserving of recognition.

"So?" Daisy kept moving her hands, tapping her pencil against the stage floor. "Damn Y/N, speak up!"

You look up from the notebook and see that Daisy is practically trembling with anticipation. You can see how much this means to her, how much she craves validation.

"This is amazing," you say, smiling warmly at her. "Truly. You're an incredible writer, Daisy. You should be proud of yourself."

As you speak, you see Daisy's anxiety start to melt away. She looks relieved, grateful, and a little bit amazed.

"Really?" she whispers, looking almost stunned.

"Really," you say firmly. "I'm not just saying that. Your talent is undeniable."

Now that you observed her better, perfectly analyzing every detail of her face you could see that your words had an impact on her, her eyes filled with tears and some even escaped her eyes.

"Hey princess, why are you crying?" You can't help the instinct to take her hands in yours.

"Nothing is that..." She quickly wipes her tears away with her right hand, keeping the other in yours. "I'm not used to that."

She held your hands again, she didn't need to say much, you knew perfectly what it was like not to be understood, and she finally after so long felt safe around someone. She takes her gaze down to your clasped hands, smiling at your touch.

"You're amazing." You reaffirm.

As you hold Daisy's hands and tell her how amazing she is, you can feel a shift in the air between you. There's a tension there, a connection that you can't quite put your finger on.

Suddenly, without warning, Daisy leans forward and presses her lips to yours. It's a soft, gentle kiss, but it's filled with a raw emotion that you can't ignore. For a moment, you're frozen, unsure of how to react.

"Daisy..." you say softly, unsure of what to say next.

"I'm sorry," she says quickly, her cheeks flushing pink. "I shouldn't have done that. I just...I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay," you say gently, reaching out to take her hand. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize."

Daisy looks relieved at your words, but there's still a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

"I'm just...I'm not sure what I'm feeling," she admits, looking down at her lap. "I've never felt this way before."

"That's okay," you say, your heart going out to her. "It's okay to feel unsure. And it's okay to take things slow. We can figure this out together."

Daisy nods, her eyes meeting yours again.

"Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you for being understanding."

"Always," you say, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Always."

You are dispersed from your conversation by the sound of the bell above the door, you both drop each other's hands in fright, taking your gaze to the door. You turn to Daisy and wink, getting up to attend to the customer, she smiles back at you, opening her notebook once again to try one more time. If her lyrics had made that smile appear on your face, she would make the best song in the whole fucking world just to see it again.

…

Since that kiss happened you can't get it out of your mind, all you could think about was Daisy, and when you weren't thinking about her you were thinking about her talented voice, or the way her eyes sparkled every time she had a new idea for lyrics, you couldn't stop thinking how I felt to be by her side the way you felt complete having her hands on yours. The Way she made you feel complete.

And with that the thought of having her away came, since the kiss she had been distant, she almost never came to the bar and when she did she was completely high. You knew how it was to be confused like that, you've been there before, but although you knew that she needed her time you felt so frustrated.

You cleaned the bar tables for the second time, trying to occupy your head and not think about her again, but it wasn't working… everything you looked at reminded you of her, the stage, the chairs, the drinks. That was her safe haven with you, being there together had become a routine and one you missed now that she didn't show up anymore.

You felt like you were in the dark. Not hearing from her for so long was torturous. You had tried looking for her at the apartment, but she weren't living there anymore. You couldn't help but think that she didn't care. It was a feeling you knew all too well, but it didn't make it any easier to bear.

The dialogues on your mind are interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing in the place, you went towards the device. You answer the establishment's phone as you always do, holding it so you don't yawn from tiredness.

"Miss Daisy Jones gave us that number." The voice on the other end of the line says, making you feel butterflies in your stomach hearing that name. "She is in jail and needs someone to come get her, she gave us the name of a woman called Y/N. Is this the right number?"

"Fucking hell Daisy…" You whisper, soon asking for the address of the place to meet her.

…

You told your boss that due to an emergency you needed to leave early, he said you would have to make up that time tomorrow. And even though you hated having to pay hours, the only thing that crossed your mind was what the fuck had happened to Daisy.

You run towards the police station and after some time solving what was necessary you can see her. She looked a mess, and it squeezed your heart, she had a band around her wrist that made you frown in question.

Daisy leaves the cell with tears in her eyes, you knew it was time to be there to help your flower. Immediately you hug her, missing having her around, feeling her touch.

She doesn't say anything right away, just escorts you out to your car, as soon as you're both inside she can't hold back her tears and breaks down. You turn to her, pulling her close to you, stroking her hair as she lets it all out.

"It's okay pretty girl, it's okay." You whisper, kissing the top of her head.

Once she's calmed down, you take her face in your hands.

"What's going on?" you ask worriedly. "You disappeared…"

Daisy shifts her gaze forward, and you let her shrug off your touch. You feel a tightness in your chest. Seeing someone you love so much in this condition breaks your heart.

"I'm trying to understand…" you let out with a sigh.

"I'm a mess Y/N" Daisy says after a long time. "And I don't want to bring you into my mess, you know?"

You turn to her with concern in your eyes, letting her know you were there to listen. She looked so exhausted, like she was dealing with a whirlwind of things at once.

"Ever since that happened I can't stop thinking about you." She confesses, and your heart misses a beat. "And I tried, I swear I tried to forget it all in every possible way. But how could I ever really let go of you? You're the most addictive drug I've ever tasted, And look, I have experience a lot."

You can't contain your laughter at her joke, she laughs along with you still looking at the horizon.

"I'm sorry for disappearing, I don't know how to deal with my feelings." She seemed to be having a lot of trouble opening up to you. "I just know that I can't get you out of my head, and I have no idea how to deal with this, this has never happened to me before… And I really care about you Y/N, I'm so afraid of fucking this up"

She finally takes the courage to look into your eyes, she smiles, and fuck... How you missed seeing that smile, involuntarily you smile back at her.

"Daisy…" You say tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second, and I understand your fears, I feel them too. I tried to pretend that your absence doesn't affect me, that I didn't miss you every day, that I didn't feel a tightness in my chest when I saw the hours passing by and you didn't walk through the door of that shitty bar, but I couldn't... I can't pretend that I'm not in love with you, so, I hope you know I won't give up on you."

After some time, Daisy wipes her tears and looks at you with a shy smile.

"Can we get away for the weekend?" she asks. "I need to clear my head, and I want to catch up with you."

You nod without hesitation, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation. You don't know where you're going or what you're going to do, but you trust Daisy completely, and you know it will be an adventure.

The next day, you hit the road with a backpack and the radio played all the hit songs. The wind in your hair, the sun on your face, and the promise of freedom and fun ahead of you make you feel alive like never before.

As you drive, Daisy tells you about her life now with The Six, how she's been writing songs like never before and how excited she is to go on tour. You listen with awe and admiration, marveling at her talent and resilience. She also updates you on the other band members, how they're doing, and telling you how each one of them are.

"I miss them actually," she admits. "But I can't go back, not now. I need to clear my head, be alone with you, if that makes any sense." She laughs, and you hold her hand.

You nod in agreement, feeling a pang of empathy and pride. You know how hard it is to follow your dreams, especially when they take you away from the people you love.

When you reach your destination, a cozy cabin in the woods, you're greeted by a breathtaking view of the mountains and the lake. You and Daisy unpack, make a fire, and cook some simple but delicious food. You talk, laugh, and dance to the music, feeling carefree and happy.

As the night falls, you lie down on a blanket outside, watching the stars and the moon. Daisy snuggles close to you, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrap your arm around her, feeling her warmth and softness. You don't say anything, but you don't need to. The silence is filled with the sound of your breathing, the beating of your hearts, and the rustling of the leaves.

This is what it means to be alive, you think. To be with someone you love, to feel the beauty of nature, to be free from the worries and pressures of the world.

You turn to Daisy calling her attention to you, she takes your face between her hands and kisses you, a calm, slow and gentle kiss that carries the love that between you only grew. You rest your forehead on hers, still keeping your eyes closed, feeling every sensation that this woman gave you, afraid that this paradise will slip out of your hands.

"You're the most beautiful flower." You say smiling, kissing her again.

Daisy smiled between the kiss, feeling butterflies dance in her stomach, finally being with the one she loved was the best feeling in the world.

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kazoosandfannypacks · 4 months

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summary: when sworn academic rivals Belle French and August Booth are put in the same group for a presentation, things get out of hand— not in the predictable arguing or usual banter, but instead in Belle and August spitefully asking each other out on a date.

word count: 6K words (five chapters, all uploaded at once)

a/n: i started this one a while back but finally came around, polished it up, and got it finished for you guys! I wanna warn you going into this that it is horribly out of character, especially since most of my beauty and the puppet fics are very soft, and this one is a bit... crunchier? edgier? anyways, it's great and we love it. shoutout to the loyal and spectacular @kanerallels for betaing!

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Calling Bluffs- Chapter 1: the group assignment that doesn't go as planned

If you'd asked August who he'd pick as his partners for this group assignment, he wouldn't've picked the class clown and his academic rival.

If you'd asked Belle to pick her partners, she wouldn't've picked Will— she'd made that mistake before— and she certainly wouldn't've picked the only other student in class whose intellect came close to hers— not nearly her equal, if course, but pretentious enough you wouldn't know the difference.

If you'd asked Will who he'd pick as his partners, he'd've been smart enough not to say the two smartest students in class— the only people on campus stubborn enough to push him to do some of the work himself.

And yet, when Professor Heller announced the team assignments in class last Monday, he put August, Belle, and Will in the same group.

And so, Belle found herself in her dorm room with Will and August, sitting around their textbooks and a bag of chips, trying to work on a presentation about classic American Literature.

"So, what were everyone's ideas for this presentation?" Belle asked.

"Oh?" August said, "you're actually going to condescend to such lowly individuals as anyone-who's-not-you and actually listen to our input?"

"I don't know," Belle rolled her eyes, having already failed at starting this project as professionally as possible, "are you going to share intelligent input?"

"More intelligent than some people here," August glared at Will.

"For your information," Will rushed to his own defense, "I actually do have an idea."

Belle knew Will too well than to suspect this would be a good idea.

"Let's hear it," August said.

"Our report's on great American writers, right?"

"Classic American writers," August corrected.

"Exactly!" Will said, "and who's a more classic writer than famous songwriter Rick Astley? I suggest we start our presentation with…"

Belle cut him off before he could finish vocalizing his stupidity. "We're not rickrolling our classmates."

"You didn't even let me finish!" Will said.

"But was she wrong in her assumption?" August asked.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Will asked, "Literature is all about conveying emotion, and it's hard to put to words that emotion you feel when an inconspicuous link leads to Never Gonna Give You Up."

"We're not gonna rickroll the rest of the class," August said.

"Yeah," Belle agreed with August for the first time that semester, "some of us actually care about our grades."

"A little too much," August said.

"For the sake of diplomacy I'll ignore that hypocrisy," Belle said, trying as she may not to get into one of those petty academic feuds they so often partook in, "did you have any ideas that won't fail us immediately, August?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," he said, "we pick an author, each of us writing a synopsis about a different aspect about them- such as recurring themes, personal lives and how it affected their literature, or effects on their works in the academic community- and then compile our findings, using the same template for the PowerPoint so it looks like we actually worked together on the project."

"An unexpectedly great idea," Belle said.

"I'm down for it," Will said, "how about I create the PowerPoint while you guys work on the boring stuff?"

"I don't think so," August said, "in a group project, everyone brings something to the table- something more than throwing a PowerPoint together. What exactly do you bring to this group?"

"For one thing," Will said, taking a few chips from the bag in front of them, "Doritos."

"You'll have to try harder than that," August said, "we won't do your work for you."

"August," Belle said, leaning closer and motioning for him to do the same, speaking in hushed tones so Will wouldn't be as likely to hear, "do you really want to be graded based on how Mr. Astley's biggest fan over here writes a report?"

They watched Will stack six Doritos on top of each other and shove the whole stack in his mouth at once.

"He's trying to take advantage of my intellect and your stubborn persistence not to appear imperfect," August said.

"Will has a special set of gifts," Belle explained, "and one of them is graphic design. He can make our PowerPoint look so professional that no one will notice how pretentious you sound while you're presenting."

"And to cover up for whatever your intellect may be lacking," August clapped back, then turned to Will, "I think we can make that work- just promise me you won't troll the rest of the class."

"What if I find a way to thematically tie it into our selected author's themes and narratives?" Will asked.

"Deal," Belle rolled her eyes again.

"No deal!" August said, appalled.

"You wanted him to do research," Belle said, "and he'll do best if he's researching something he's passionate about."

"And next he'll be comparing The Gifts of the Magi to tortilla chips."

"I care about more than just tortilla chips," Will scoffed, "there's potato chips too. But believe it or not, I am capable of getting us an A on this assignment."

"You'd better be,' August said.

There was silence for a moment as Belle picked up her textbook.

"Which author would you guys like to write about?" Belle asked, "Hawthorne, Poe, Hemingway…"

"Samuel Clemens?" August suggested.

"Everyone is going to do an assignment on Samuel Clemens," Belle said, "that's the most basic answer you could've chosen."

"You suggested Edgar Alan Poe, and you think Samuel Clemens was a basic suggestion?" August asked, "any self-proclaimed academic would come up with that one."

"O'Henry then?" Belle asked.

"Fine by me," August said, "I'll work on the themes and analysis if you wanna study his personal life."

"So you think the personal life is the easy part, then?" Belle asked.

"Pardon my display of chivalry," August said, "I simply thought you'd enjoy digging into people's history. Which part of the report would you prefer to give?"

"Personal life is fine," Belle said, "I wrote about his themes back in high school and want to give myself a challenge this time."

"And I'll put together the PowerPoint based on what you find," Will said.

"Meet back here next week to compare findings?" Belle asked.

"Fine by me," August said.

"But you guys are bringing chips to the table next week," Will said.

"Gladly," August said.

As they began to pack up their supplies, Belle's roommate, Ruby walked in.

"Hey, Ruby," Belle said.

"Working on your Classic American Literature project?"

"Just finished deliberating about it," Belle said, as Ruby sat down at her desk.

"My group finally settled on an author," Ruby said, "we're gonna present on O'Henry."

The others all sighed.

"I told you that was a basic choice," August snapped at Belle.

"You said Poe was basic," Belle said, curtly, "and that O'Henry would be fine."

"Let's just do Hawthorne instead."

"May as well," Belle said.

"Doesn't matter to me." Will said.

"Oh, hey, Belle," Ruby said, pulling out her phone, "don't forget to take out the trash."

"Take out the trash?" Belle asked. Tired of trying her best to be civil, she turned to August, "fine then, wanna go out sometime?"

It was a cheap shot, but she had to take it.

"I suppose I have to say yes," August stood up, "it's my turn to take out the trash as well. Tomorrow at six?"

"Sounds like a date," Belle crossed her arms.

It wasn't until after the guys left that Belle turned to Ruby and asked, "what just happened?"

"I think you just got yourself a date," Ruby said, not even looking up from her phone.

"We were only arguing with each other," Belle explained, "it's a thing, ya know?"

"Arguing, flirting," Ruby said, "it's all the same thing the way you two do it."

"You don't," Belle laughed, "you don't think there's anything between August and I, do you?"

"You mean besides chemistry, tension, and half the campus shipping you?" Ruby asked, "not at all."

"The rest of our peers think there's something between August and I?" Belle asked.

"Some of the teachers do too."

"The same August who refutes everything I say in every class we have together?"

"He's obsessed with you," Ruby said.

"Obsessed with hating me," Belle said, "I can't stand him."

"Yeah," Ruby smiled, "he 'can't stand' you either. That's why he asked you out."

"We can't carry on a civil conversation," Belle said, "he's a pretentious know-it-all who's always trying to one up me. Why do you think he asked me out as a joke after I asked him? He can't stand being second to me. Knowing him, he'll probably show up at our door with a bouquet of cheap flowers tomorrow night, just to spite me."

"How is that spiteful?" Ruby asked.

"Trying to get me to back down from fake asking him out," Belle said, "I'll just have to be one step ahead."

"How's that?" Ruby asked, "getting all ready for a date, just in case he does show up?"

"Exactly," Belle said.

Ruby sighed and rolled her eyes.

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#once upon a time #ouat #belle french #august booth #beauty and the puppet #will scarlet #two scholars and the fool #ouat college au #killian jones #ruby lucas #archibald hopper #kazzy's ouat college au #kazzy writes #fanfic #ouat fanfic #beautiful liar #ooc #otp: road less traveled

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Acting anon again. I agree it's cockiness. When he was younger he at least had a sincerity about him. They had to get it right or they'd get fired. Then come s8-9 and it's like... Haha you can't fire me you NEED me.

And to hear Jen talk about Dean and then Jared is like "Sam is the best" but he doesn't talk about Sam. Sam is a character to him and it shows. Dean is a person to Jensen and it shows.

I watched a good bit of Walker (before I could just not handle the poor writing) and I watch Big Sky.

Jared has a part in WRITING AND PRODUCING HIS CHARACTER and yet Jensen understands Beau far more than Jpad understands Walker and idek how that's possible.

Walker had potential but failed in so many aspects. While I watch Big Sky just for Beau and it's one of my favorite shows right now.

There's just a different caliber.

Well Jensen has taken what he was given in Supernatural and expounded on his craft, Jared is riding the high of being famous. He's popular because he's Jared padalecki not because he's a good actor. He's that guy from supernatural. Jensen on the other hand, is a fantastic actor who knows what he's doing. That's why he can be in so many different things. No matter what show he's in he becomes popular. It's not because of Supernatural it's because of him. While I don't think anyone watched Walker that didn't come from Supernatural.

There's nothing wrong with watching a show after seeing the actors in supernatural. That's what I did for several of even Jensen stuff. But people love him even without ever seeing him as dean. Because he's that good of an actor.

Anyway...

Didn't mean to rant lol

No, no, please rant! I'm so beyond stoked that you wrote back; please keep doing so as long as you wish to!

And your points continue to be spot-on; the increased job security seems to have gone to his head in the worst possible way, and, at this point, he's acting for the fame and not famous for the acting. The only reason this might be sustainable is that, as you said, people from SPN will follow him to his new projects, and there are enough Sam stans that it might be halfway feasible. In any other person --- and, I want to say, in him, too, though his fanbase will probably prove me wrong --- this would be the pride before the fall. His hubris is definitely a character defect; it's just not clear if it's his classically Fatal Flaw.

But you're absolutely right about how they treat their characters. I've seen a ton of jokes about how Jensen's one of the biggest fangirls among us, and --- in addition to being funny --- they're just downright accurate; Dean is real in a way that Sam never seems to be for Padalecki. Praising Sam isn't about discussing Sam; it's a statement on Jarpad. Discussing Dean is less about Jackles than it is about Dean. And that difference causes there to be a world separating the two. I won't say it's impossible to act without believing, at some level, in the reality of one's character, but Padalecki definitely can't.

"He's popular because he's Jared padalecki not because he's a good actor." I can't put this any better than you did, so I'm just gonna say: yes. A hundred times, yes.

And I also agree that there's not an issue with following actors to other shows. Frankly? I'm a touch obsessive. If I fixate on a character, I will follow that actor through their filmographies. I saw Jensen in Supernatural first, and have since watched --- solely due to his presence in the vehicle --- Dark Angel, some of Big Sky (though I haven't gotten to s3 yet, so idk if that counts), Ten Inch Hero, My Bloody Valentine, and Devour. The same is true with Misha, though I have access to less that he's been in: I basically could only watch 24 and the one episode of Monk he was in (and, even then, I'd seen the shows before because they've been family favorites for a while; I just hadn't known who Misha Collins was at the time). Both actors continued to be just as enjoyable --- just as skilled --- outside of their Supernatural roles.

However, I've watched the occasional Jarpad thing, too. I recently made some posts about one such film, which I hadn't realized he'd been in --- Cry_Wolf --- but I also intentionally watched Walker, House of Wax, and the Friday the 13th remake, just out of curiosity. Mainly, I was just curious whether my dislike for Sam was affecting my judgement, whether he'd gotten better outside of that environment. And he just hadn't. They were all utterly atrocious. To borrow my phrasing from an earlier post, his acting was forgettable at best and horrible at worst.

Long post already long: it's not a coincidence that Jackles has drawn massive interest from the general audience and not just the Supernatural fans. The Boys might have been the first example of this, but, as you point out, Big Sky has had a similar reaction. And, on the other hand, the only thing saving Padalecki from being a one-hit wonder (and I use the word "wonder" loosely) is that he's somehow managed to swing the loyalty of a very devout subset of the fanbase.

Anyway, I think it's my turn to apologize; this is, once again, a very long message... I hope it's not either oppressive or annoying; I'm just really enjoying the conversation. Thank you again, and all the best until next time!

#answered asks #scripted downfall asks answered #anti jared padalecki #so what can ya do #thank you again anon!!!#acting anon #(if you'd rather a different nickname lemme know)

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galexystern · 11 months

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butterfly wings

chapter 6; summer 1985 (cont.)

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/reader, steddie/reader

rating; T

warnings; fluff, au - canon divergence, steve-centric chapter

word count; 1.6k

desc; steve has a conversation with robin and discovers something about himself.

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You, Eddie, and Vickie fuss over Steve and Robin for the next few weeks. Steve had been beaten up pretty badly, and both seem to be dealing with the aftereffects of some kind of injection. Steve told you it had been a truth serum, but he was also loopy on painkillers at the time, so you take it with a grain of salt. They have nightmares when they fall asleep, and you try to comfort them as much as you can. Steve usually quiets quickly after you or Eddie shush him, while Robin only does so when Vickie is present. But they won't say what happened to them. Every time you ask them, Steve just gives you that puppy dog look and you melt, letting them change the subject.

Apparently Steve becomes clingy when he's sick and being cared for, always wanting someone to snuggle while watching TV or whining when anyone leaves the room even for a few minutes. It's endearing and sweet, and you hate leaving him.

"I'm sorry," you say to Steve's pout. He crosses his arms and huffs, looking away from you. You roll your eyes fondly. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. Nina made me promise to have dinner at home tonight." Steve still doesn't say anything. "I'll be just next door. Right through that wall." You point.

Steve looks at the wall, then at you, and then finally sighs. "Alright," he concedes. "But promise you'll be back tonight. You promised me we would watch Labyrinth."

"I did, didn't I?" You tease. "Well, you know I always keep my promises. I'll see you soon."

Steve watches you walk out with a little wave. He stares at the door forlornly for a minute before turning to Robin, who's laying beside him on the couch. She has an eyebrow raised. "What?" He asks. She just inclines her head a little forward. He throws his arms up. "It's not a secret. You know I like her."

"Yeah, but I didn't know you would be this pathetic around her all the time," Robin replies.

Steve harrumphs, breaking their staring contest. He doesn’t respond.

Silence permeates the room before she continues, gently, “Maybe you should tell her.”

He twists his mouth. “I don’t know. I told you about the kiss.”

“That doesn’t mean she doesn’t like you too.”

“Come on, Robin, what about stopping a kiss and running away says she likes me?”

“A lot of stuff has happened since then. I know how you feel about the Friday hangouts.”

Steve coughs. “That’s for another reason,” he says under his breath, but Robin catches it anyway.

“What do you mean?” She asks, instantly curious.

“I don’t know.” He sighs. “Those were more complicated.”

“Why? The only difference is that Eddie is there with you instead of—oh!” She cuts off abruptly and Steve looks at her. She has surprise written across her face.

“What?”

Robin purses her lips. “Are you in an open state of mind?”

“Just say it,” he says with an eye roll.

“Okay.” She takes a deep breath and he looks at her like she’s nuts. “Do you think that you could like girls…and boys?”

Maybe she is nuts. “What? No,” he says in alarm. “Is that even allowed?”

“What do you mean is that allowed? Of course it’s allowed,” Robin says with a frown. “You can definitely like both boys and girls, and everything in between. It’s called bisexuality.”

On reflex, Steve shuts down. He looks away and clenches his jaw closed. He hears Robin sigh. “Guess not enough of an open mind,” she mutters quietly. When he looks back at her, hurt is etched into her expression.

Now it’s his turn to sigh. “I’m sorry,” he says eventually. “Just…just lemme think about it. Ask me again tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She sounds wary but hopeful. Steve tries to keep that inside himself too.

;

You do keep your promise and return a few hours later. Unexpectedly, Eddie also shows up, and you explain you’d invited him because he’d seen Labyrinth in theaters and loved it. He wanted to be here while you and Steve watch it for the first time.

The four of you smush onto the couch, Steve between you and Eddie. You’re so close together that he can feel Eddie’s hair against his collarbone and the heat of your thigh pressed against his. His heart is racing and he honestly can’t figure out which one of you is causing this. He barely even watches the movie, too aware of how he’s feeling being in such close contact with you two. He’s amazed he makes it all the way through the movie without passing out, and when it’s over, he’s exhausted by all his tension.

But that doesn't mean he wants you to go. He cajoles you into staying and helping him and Robin finish the gallon of ice cream in his freezer. It's reminiscent of your lost Scoops Ahoy sundae and he relishes your gasp of excitement. He hears Eddie giggle at it too, and his heart skips a beat.

All four of you talk for a while, and then when Robin goes to bed, you, Steve, and Eddie keep going into the night. It's easy and fun and so familiar; he'd missed those Friday jam sessions, more for the conversation than the music. And he notices so much now. He sees how proud Eddie gets when he makes you laugh so hard you snort. He watches you go pink whenever he and Eddie call you by their favored pet names. He sees how you and Eddie feed off each other's energy, either hyping the other up or mellowing you out. He figures out he loves it when you play with his hair and Eddie touches him whenever he wants Steve's attention. He can even feel his body temperature rising when you smirk and Eddie winks, no matter who it's directed at.

Many hours later, with Steve's head full of new revelations and epiphanies he has to sort through, you yawn. "I think I'm gonna head home, guys. If that's okay with you," you tease Steve.

He just nods, words catching in his throat.

You cock your head, lightly suspicious, but Eddie saves Steve from speaking when he slaps his palms on his thighs and jumps to his feet. "Me too," he agrees. "I'm knackered."

"Knackered?" You ask with a smirk. "Are we British now?"

"We could be if you'd like, love," Eddie replies in a bad English accent, grinning.

Steve notices your blush at the pet name.

You laugh. "No, you can save that. I like your normal voice."

Steve sees his ears go red.

"Good," Eddie says. "I like it too." You roll your eyes.

"You'll be back tomorrow, though, right?" Steve asks. It's not directed at either one of you in particular, but you answer. "Of course we will, Stevie. Both of us will be here tomorrow and maybe we can watch something lighter."

"Too dark for your tastes, princess?" Eddie teases.

"Yeah," you say simply and Eddie's eyes go soft. Steve feels his own expression soften at the confession.

"That's no problem, beautiful," Steve continues. "We'll watch something funny." He wants to hear your laugh.

You beam at him. "Great!" And then you yawn again.

"Alright, let's get you home, angel." Eddie motions for you to accompany him to the door, and you hug Steve tightly before joining.

"Bye, Steve!" You call out and Eddie follows up, "See you, man."

"See you tomorrow," Steve says faintly. He stares at the door once it closes behind you for a long time.

;

Later, in the dark, Steve can't sleep. Robin is snoring next to him but that's not what's keeping him awake. He keeps thinking about her question earlier that day, about liking both you and Eddie.

It’s a loaded question. But when he thinks about Eddie’s eyes, and his laugh, and the way he looks when he talks about D&D, he can feel his heart start swelling like it does when he sees your smile, and your dancing, and the way you tease him with that fond expression. So it seems like maybe the answer is easy.

"Robin," he whispers loudly.

"Hm?" The girl replies, half-asleep. She's a light sleeper.

"You know when you asked me about bisexuality?"

That wakes her up. She turns and he can see her eyes shining even in the darkness. "Yeah?" She asks, in anticipation.

“I think...I think I am,” Steve finally says softly.

Robin grins and holds up her hand for a sleepy high five, which he returns. "So happy for you, dingus."

He's about to smile back when another thought occurs to him. "Robin?"

She hums.

“What if...what if I can’t choose?” He asks timidly.

His best friend gives him kind eyes. “That’s okay too. You can date multiple people at a time if they’re cool with it. That’s being polyamorous. Or you can all be in a relationship. It’s still polyamory but closed for just you three. Then you’d be in a throuple.”

He makes a face. “That’s a terrible name.”

She laughs. “I know. But I didn’t name it.”

“So,” Steve starts, trying to work through it in his head, “if they’re down, I could date them both. And if they like each other too, we could all date together at the same time.”

“Yeah! You got it.” Steve does get it and he finally beams. “Whoa,” Robin says, throwing up her hands like she’s being blinded. “Put that thing away. You could take somebody out with that.”

“Fuck off,” he replies fondly, rolling his eyes but taking her hand and squeezing. “Thank you.”

“It’s what I’m here for,” she replies gently. They grin at each other.

It's easy to fall asleep after that.

chapter seven

#steddie x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #mine

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thoughts on "echoes"!! under the cut bc of spoilers:

this boxset absolutely came out at one of the worst possible times for me (my busiest day of the week, at a time when i have 6 different exams, a presentation and also assessments for my home uni to prepare for), and i fear it may have regnited my 8das fixation somewhat which is. not something i have time for rn lmao. we'll see how it goes i guess! anyway personal stuff over now-

i definitely enjoyed it overall! i'm still not entirely sure where i'd rank it in comparison with the other post-stranded boxsets but it was a lot of fun, and it was (as expected) a joy to hear this tardis team together again :)

i will say however that i did have one major qualm with it, which is that i felt a bit let down with how little it followed through with the emotional plotlines set up in the preceding two sets. i got the feeling when listening to "what lies inside?" and "connections" that they were very much going somewhere with this team's (particularly helen's) emotional arc, and while i won't deny there were some nice scenes with them in this set, the fact that these threads were otherwise left to one side most of the time was a disappointment. there was potential to do some really interesting character work in continuation from the events of those previous episodes and it just. didn't happen. i don't want to sound too down about it because i did still really enjoy these stories, but i think this side of things was missing a little bit for me. hm.

anyway, episode-by-episode thoughts:

birdsong

i think this was my favourite of the set. i really love audio drama that leans into more horror-adjacent aspects (even though i'm not a massive horror fan otherwise tbh), and also love it when audio drama just gets kinda fucked up with it. this story hit on both counts for me :)

love that this continued the running trend from the previous boxsets of the episode starting with eight, liv and helen just getting to be silly for a bit before the Horrors inevitably happen :D

lowkey actually love the concept of barcodes as a written language! part of me wants to try and work out how that could work now

scots pine trees... it never rains... bracken... sand... they're literally in breckland lmao

saying that it does also have the Suffocating Quietness going on so i think i'm onto something here...

when the vortex previews for this set mentioned a family member of helen's first mentioned in doom coalition being relevant to this story, i wasn't expecting it to be the grandmother she mentioned in "ship in a bottle". however it was actually really nice to have helen's relationship with her developed further, and it was woven into the story well i thought

being Normal about the scene between liv and helen at the fireside. i am being so normal about it

"i'm not sure i could do this with anyone else, you know? everything from exploring strange new worlds... to talking about my family." i'm fine. i'm fine!!!

[putting on my clown shoes] this is how liv/helen can still be canon in some form before helen inevitably dies! :))

i love how vivid this story felt to me. i always end up getting visuals in my head as i listen with any audio drama but some stories end up, for storytelling or sound design reasons, or both, creating really clear and vivid pictures in my mind and this was definitely one of those

i hope to god that when i visit home over the summer and listen to these with my mum (who loves these audios but refuses to listen to them without me, which is kind of sweet of her), my dad is not in the same room. i love him but he absolutely would be asking me to pause it every few minutes so he could identify the bird calls and then also getting really frustrated when i inevitably end up being unable to guess any of them correctly myself lol. the pains of being related to an ornithologist

big fan of the way things got increasingly more disturbing towards the end. i do think the eight-liv-helen era has been lacking in terms of properly creepy stories (this is just my personal taste tbf), so it was cool having them properly lean into that for once. i have to say though the mental image of the scout's body with all the roots forcing their way into her eyes is not going to be leaving me for a long time

also thought the sound design was really well done on this one!! you could really feel the discomfort of the silence i think

got slightly choked up at helen and liv singing to bex as she died. i might have just been in a weird mood while i was listening to it but. yeah. it did something to me

anyway had a lot of fun with this episode! it had a lot of elements that appealed to me personally, and the character work it did was nice. i look forward to listening to it again one day :)

lost hearts

m.r. james episode!! i've only ever read two of his stories (both of which are products of me knowing this episode was coming haha), but was quite excited for this one regardless because a) ghost stories! and b) he's actually got connections to a village in the area i grew up in, and as i've never actually seen/heard any stories set where i come from in my life, it was neat to have a story in my favourite show, featuring some of my favourite characters, star someone more or less from where i'm from :')

have to say though i am disappointed to have lost the unofficial "will they namedrop great livermere" bet i had going on with my mum and brother. it's such a middle-of-nowhere village (it's not on the way to anywhere, has 3 streets (one of which is named "the street" and another of which is actually a dirt track), and you invariably see more chickens there than actual people), it would have been deeply amusing to me for it to have canonically existed in the dwu

loved all the direct (and indirect) callbacks to "the red lady" in this story! it felt fitting seeing as on some levels they do share certain elements in terms of plot/setting, and was also just fun for me as that is one of my favourite stories :)

was also a big fan of how active the story felt (not sure if that's quite the right word?) - each of the characters had a clear role to play and all the main cast got something to do, it never felt hugely like any of them were being sidelined, which does happen on occasion with 3+ person tardis teams

if helen had punched someone at some point in this story i honestly wouldn't have blamed her

"he's like the museum of cairo, stuffed inside a... well, a-" "a rude, ungracious little twerp?" oh my god askdfjdsfjkds

(let her swear!!!)

i like how the story was riffing off some of the plot/vibes of m.r. james' actual short story "lost hearts" (helpfully one of the two i've read)! it gave it that nice kind of connection, without feeling overly derivative and like it was straight-out copying it

my only main issue with this episode was that robert felt kinda underdeveloped. they started off well in his opening scene with liv, but i don't think we got enough of a chance to get to know him as a person after that point and i think the story suffered for it a little. i don't think it helped either that he's not a family member helen had ever mentioned prior to this episode, so they were essentially having to start from scratch and with everything else going on in the narrative, didn't quite find the time to give him sufficient detail

loved the emotional moments that were brought out when helen got erased... "helen, she's my- she's everything i have left" ough

and the salzburg parallels?? liv attempting to fly the tardis in a desperate attempt to rescue her friends, much like helen did? this is so... it's a lot

i won't lie, it did feel a bit odd to me that they would go to such lengths to avoid actually naming the uni in this episode as cambridge. i suppose it may have been to avoid spoiling the "it's m.r. james!!!" reveal at the end, but given that i think anyone who would have guessed it was him from the setting being cambridge probably would have guessed it anyway beforehand either from the episode blurb or the fact that the episode literally starts with him reciting one of his most famous short stories, it feels a little pointless. i mean i clocked it as an m.r. james episode when the set was announced and i had never read any of his work at that point lmao. not a glaring issue or anything, but felt like a weird choice

anyway loved helen getting to geek out a bit at the end... i love her :')

i think i'm going to have to relisten to this at some point so i can fully get my head around it but i did enjoy it!

slow beasts

this was a solid ep. not my favourite story this tardis team has ever had, but i did absolutely enjoy listening to it, and thought there were a lot of really good ideas in it!

the colonialism plotline especially worked really well for me, it felt pertinent in just the right sort of way. it's not necessarily something new for dr who, but i think it was definitely a good example of how to do it well.

i think "simple, but effective" is the way i'd sum this one up tbh. not exceptional, but it knew what it was setting out to do, did it, and did it well, and i think that worked. it did admittedly feel a bit strange after two more complex/experimental sort of stories, but i don't think that's any reflection on its actual quality

"here is the psychic paper. be confident. it only works if you're confident." "but... i- i'm not confident?" me if i got asked to use the psychic paper tbh

enjoyed the use of the translation circuit in this one :) i have a lot of thoughts on it as a general thing so i always like seeing the ways it gets utilized in different stories

so! had fun with these! a couple of things that maybe could have gone better, but overall a set of three stories i had good fun with and i suspect will enjoy listening to again. fingers crossed the december boxset is with these guys again and they do a bit more with helen's emotional plotlines next time :)

#bethan talks about dw #this got. a bit long oops #but yeah this was fun! and it's been fun getting to write down all my thoughts on it :))

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