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jishyucks · 3 years

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The L Word ‣ hjs

‣ genre: angst with a fluffy ending, arranged marriage, sort of modern royalty (rich kid!au), female reader

‣ wc: 2.1k

‣ summary: “Tell me, Han. Has she ever explicitly told you that she loved you?”; in which Jisung's afraid that Y/N's going to leave him in rising of rumors but learns he shouldn't judge a situation from the words of others

‣ warnings?: The Hwang 'sibs' are mean in this (just a bit), lowkey rushed, jisung runs off because of overthinking

Looking at the ballroom’s appearance, Jisung feels as though he shouldn’t even be there in the first place. Like some puzzle piece placed in the wrong box. The people attending the party lived lavish lifestyles, knowing the difference between the different forks placed at the tables. Etiquette was more important to them than the basics a middle-class person would even care about.

Though Jisung had good ideas of such subjects, it wasn't forced onto him like those around him. The only reason why he was able to attend the party was because of a marriage arrangement your father and his father had made as some kind of sick ‘contract’ regarding business. Though he wasn’t complaining, feelings for you developed through the years of knowing you since childhood, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about a handful of things.

For one, you guys were engaged through the arrangement. It’s been three years since the announcement, and even if Jisung believed you were fine with it, even if you ensured to Jisung that you were happy with the engagement, intrusive thoughts started keeping him up at night.

He knew you. You hated speaking out your feelings, whether it led to consequences or not. What if you actually weren’t fine with it? What if you were somehow threatened by your father and the contract to actually speak out about the engagement? He didn’t want you to feel forced to marry him.

Then there was his family’s reputation. His family was deemed drastically poorer than yours by the other associated families and businesses. He was afraid of tainting your family’s reputation or seeming like one of those leeches found at the bottom of murky ponds. Though it was an arranged marriage, Jisung had genuine feelings for you. It was his father that was in it for the money and Jisung was nothing like his father.

“Hey, scrounger!” Jisung turned to find Hyunjin and his sister Yeji approaching him from the opposite corner of the room. They both were dressed in clothes that were probably a lot more expensive than his own, his clothes being hand-me-downs from his father.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Yeji smirked, “You don’t even have business here.” She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, eyeing down the boy.

Jisung didn’t cower under their gaze, instead of straightening his back, “I’m here because I was invited. My father was invited as well.” Don’t show fear, he told himself, That’s what they want.

“Ahh~,” Hyunjin chuckled, “Good way to disguise 'because of Y/N.' Tell me, Han. Has Y/N ever explicitly told you that she loved you?”

Yeji butted in, laughing, “I think love is too strong of a word… how ‘bout like? Has she ever told you that she liked you? Cause rumor has it she’s planning on breaking your engagement.”

Jisung gulped, “S-she has… and gossip is bullshit.” He lied. When the arrangement was created, there was some kind of unspoken assumption that you both liked each other. As a result of this, no confessions were made from you both. Sure it was stupid, but in Jisung’s eyes, actions spoke louder than words, and just by how he treated you and you treated him, you both cared very much for each other. Of course, other people never paid attention to actions and relied on direct statements.

“We don’t gossip, Han,” Hyunjin scoffs, “Who would pass up the opportunity to marry Bang Chan when he’s the son of the top businessman in all of Korea?”

“What do you mean?” Jisung’s heart skipped a beat, eyed widening slightly at the mention of Bang Chan’s name.

“His father apparently wanted to create a deal with her father that was a lot better than his deal with yours,” Hyunjin explained, “Isn’t your engagement part of that poorer deal?”

Jisung chose not to reply, biting his tongue. Instead, he shoots Hyunjin a narrowed glare, not up for defending himself or arguing. With the lack of response from their target, the siblings simply rolled their eyes and walked away, taking a seat at their designated table.

When the attention was diverted away from him, Jisung couldn’t help but let his shoulders fall. He feels his heart beating quicker than at rest, thoughts running through his mind like crazy. You wouldn’t leave him just like that right? You wouldn’t.

Then his mind wanders back to Hyunjin and Yeji’s question. Yes, he did think that actions were undoubtedly stronger than words, but now that a spotlight was shone on the hidden yet obvious fact that you both hadn’t said anything about each others’ feelings, he couldn’t help but believe that you could possibly be leaving him. But then again, he has never said anything to you and his feelings existed.

He felt the sudden urge to look for you, who had been busy accompanying your father with the guests. Maybe he will actually confess how he truly felt, just in case you were actually thinking about breaking the engagement. Maybe he could save it somehow, just in case your father was willing to make the deal with Mr. Bang.

Chewing the bottom of his lip, he scanned the room, looking for the lavender dress you were wearing. But with the clumps of people, his line of sight was constantly stopped abruptly.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled politely, making his way through the crowd, “Excuse me.” He ignored the looks some people gave him, still slithering his way between the socializing people. Though his hair was parted in a way that exposed part of his forehead, he felt the need to hide under his bangs, keeping his head low as he did.

The familiar sound of your father’s laugh drove Jisung to stop and look around his area. If he was close, you’d be close. Scanning his surroundings completely, he finally spots your father, with you standing close beside him. He feels a smile rise on his lips as he begins to make his way towards you both, heartbeat racing just as his thoughts were.

Opening his mouth to call out for you, he quickly stops himself when he realizes that you and your father were holding a conversation with Bang Chan and his own father. His feet abruptly stop, allowing him to overhear the exchange of banter.

“Well, it was a pleasure having this conversation with you,” Mr. Bang chuckled, “I will see you on Monday for the papers?” He held a hand out for a handshake, a smile filled with pride appearing on his lips.

Your father nodded, “Likewise. I’m looking forward to it.” He completes the handshake, which then queues for Chan to lean in for a hug.

Shit, Jisung gulps, feeling his heart drop to his stomach, What the hell just happened?

You take a step forward and hug Chan back for a brief second before pulling back, “I hope you enjoy the rest of your time here, Chan.”

Chan’s dimples appeared as he smiled genuinely, “Thank you, Y/N.”

Jisung was frozen on the spot, unsure whether or not he should say anything. The notes that he had mentally jotted down in his head were suddenly ripped into pieces and he was practically speechless.

Obliviously, you turn to follow your father, who was already ready to move on to another conversation. Mid-turn, the boy dressed in a striped, navy suit had caught your attention, giving him a double-take, “Oh! Jisung!” The corners of your mouth rise higher, eyes lighting up at the sight of the familiar boy. A wave of comfort washed over you. It was refreshing to see him after interacting with so many strangers and acquaintances.

When you go to approach him, Jisung panics and begins to back into the people behind him. It was then you noticed the look of distraught on his face, causing you to speed up. At this, he turns and runs, causing commotion around him as dodges those who got in his way.

“Jisung!” You called out, turning the heads of those people around you. The music had drowned your voice out from those further away from you, “Jisung!?” You begin making your way through the crowd of people, going as fast as you could in heels so that you wouldn’t lose Jisung. A million assumptions were running through your head, worry lining each and every one of them.

Swinging the door open, Jisung finds himself stumbling out into the empty corridor of the hotel. With the choice of left and right, Jisung stops and impulsively runs in one direction, not minding where he would end up if kept running.

So you were going to break the engagement… without warning? How were you going to break the news to him? How was he supposed to react once you told him about it all? Happy? Sad? Excited?

You finally reached the door of the ballroom, slipping out rather roughly into the corridor. Your head whips left and right, seeing Jisung’s trailing feet to the right of the hallway, turning the corner. You let out a heavy breath before kicking off your heels, booking it in that direction.

Your mind wanders to why Jisung was running. What did he hear? Was he okay? Could it be what other people were saying again? But Jisung was never usually one to let words get to him.

Jisung lets himself rest once he gets to a secluded room. Judging by its content, he realized that he managed to slip into the coatroom, but he didn’t care. He needed time alone to think. He just needed to process this entire situation.

“Jisung?” He hears you call out. Jisung sinks down at the corner of the room, resting his head against the wall. He stays quiet, resting his forehead against his knees.

The door to the coat room opens, revealing your disheveled figure, “Jisung…” You pause and try to catch your breath, “There… there you are.”

Jisung doesn’t lift his head, afraid that if he did face you, he would burst into tears. He could sense you approaching him, though, settling down beside him. He could feel your dress up against him. Soon he feels your hand take his, holding it tightly.

“What’s wrong?”

When Jisung doesn’t answer, you don’t say anything to push out an explanation. You let the question simmer, resting your head against his shoulder.

At this point, Jisung’s mind was projecting none of his thoughts but static. He didn’t know where to start and what to bring up. How was he supposed to confront you about the engagement?

“I’m happy for you two,” Jisung blurted out quietly, avoiding eye contact, “I really am.” Your ears perked up, confused at what Jisung was going on about.

“I think people will like you both together more than us,” Jisung continued, “Just know that I lo–“

You interrupt him, turning to completely face him, “Jisung, what are you talking about?” You turned your body towards him, completely facing the cowered boy. Though your body language was practically begging for eye contact, Jisung still avoided it, playing with his rings to keep him from losing control over his emotions.

Building up his confidence, Jisung let himself look at you before whispering, “Y/N?” He sniffled quietly.

“Yeah, Sung?”

Jisung gulped and asked, “Do you like me?”

You’re taken aback by the question, not expecting it out of all the questions Jisung could have asked. Is this why he was crying?

“Of course I do, Jisung, what makes you thin–“

“I mean genuinely like me. Do you have feelings for me?” Words were spewing out of his mouth before he could even process what he was saying. He could feel his emotions taking control of himself, which often is never a good thing.

“Jisung, I love you, okay? Why do you think otherwise?” The beat of your heart sped up with worry. Your eyebrows knitted together in concern as Jisung’s lips quivered slightly.

“The Hwang's told me you were planning on breaking our engagement because Bang Chan’s father offered a better deal than my father,” he explained quietly. He felt as though that if he spoke any louder, he would break out into tears, “I told them I didn’t believe them… t-then they asked me if you’ve ever told me if you did have feelings for me. I just didn’t know what to think when… when I saw your father accept Mr. Bang’s deal. I was afraid you were actually going to leave me.”

You gently slapped his shoulder in shock, “Han Jisung, are you serious?” Jisung responded wordlessly, though a puzzled look replaced his previous emotion.

“My father approached me beforehand about it. He wanted to break our engagement because of the deal, telling me that it was no longer necessary,” you say, “But I told him I wanted to marry you because I love you, Sung. And if he did threaten to forcibly break our engagement, I would’ve fought for us.”

Jisung wanted to laugh at himself at how much he had overreacted. Overthinking was a bitch and this situation was real-life proof, “Y/N?”

“Yeah, Sung?”

“I would fight for us too.”

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 3 years

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they meet you again/getting to know you:

Zim: Miss Bitters had returned and Drena seemed to have disappeared from the class's memory, except for Zim he knew better, The Ove human was still here... he could smell her. It was recess, Zim had managed to avoid Dib who was busy helping Gaz with her late homework.

The Irken made sure all the other children were preoccupied with their little playground games; He readjusted his wig letting his antenna loose, Zim whiffed the air his antenna waggled around quizzically trying to pinpoint the blonde's location before settling on a quiet shady bench just out of the way from everything and everyone.

Zim put his wig back to it normal position and calmly walked over to the secluded area and sat down, to the naked-eye it looked like no was sitting there except for the weird green skinned kid and an empty space.

Zim's senses knew better however he knows she was there. "I knew there was something interesting about you." he stated tickled that his instincts were on point, the "empty" moved rippling like a heat mirage the Irken blinked and a familiar blonde was sitting next to him seemingly fading back into existence, eating bag of peanuts while looking at him with mild interest.

"I could say the same to you Martian boy."

"Irken actually."

"Well if we're being open, Artificial human."

"I thought humans frowned on that sort of thing?"

Drena snorted. "Only the ones they know about." she spat bitterly offering Zim some of her peanuts, the Irken grimaced. "I can't eat those, you got anything with sugar?" The blonde thought for a seconds before searching through her bag and finding one of those cheap valentine lollipops and handing it to Zim, the Irken cock a brow the candy's shape, but shrugged and unwrapped it. "So you can camouflaged?" he asked curious about your abilities.

"Yeah, I age slow and heal pretty fast too..." Drena mumbled nonchalantly popping a couple peanuts in her mouth, If the Irken wasn’t sucking on lollipop he'd be drooling right now.

Unbeknownst to Zim; Dib was watching them the whole time he couldn't hear what they were saying, the big headed boy's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he tried figure just what horrible things Zim was planning to do to Drena.

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The Tallest: To say the tallest were curious about Y/n was an understatement, they were absolutely fascinated by her, How someone so tall could be at the bottom of the "food-chain" as Zim put it, the earthbound Irken told them human social structure wasn't height based like theirs, it was all based more on success, looks, personality and wealth.

Tall or not Y/n was average at best, nothing special, she's as the humans tend to say is "just another a cog in the machine." Regardless; Red and Purple were hooked. they wanted to know more about her. The only con was they'd have go through Zim for that to happen, and it was pretty clear, Tallest or not Zim was very protective of Y/n, it was obvious they shared a sibling like bond; Zim would blow up the moon for her if she asked!

So Red got an Idea he had special SiR unit commissioned and sent to your residence they had gotten Gir to tell them your address in exchange for a box of crayons and gummy bears; which to the their disgust the Gir proceeded to eat as soon he got them, Cut to you sitting in your house (you live pretty far out from the city) when a large explosion shook it's foundation (that was the sound of the sound barrier breaking), you had thought Dib was back and had blown up your car! You grabbed a metal baseball bat and looked out the window... Nothing.

Bullshit! You heard something! you put on your shoes and opened the front door only to be greeted by a cardboard box with the Irken Empire symbol stamped on it, your brow furrowed as you looked around the porch and surveyed your yard for damage and saw nothing, which confused you even more, looking back down at the box, you cautiously brought it inside and looked at the note on the box top.

[From: the Tallest To: Y/n L/n from EARTH .]

Tallest..... those were Zim's leaders right? Why would they send you something? Curiously you opened the box and this dark more serious looking version of Gir emerged from the box, confusing you further as it saluted you. "Um... Hi?" you greeted. "Greetings Madam, prepare for incoming transmission from the Almighty Tallest!" Before you could answer the robot's head popped open and these seed looking things shot out!

One went into the ceiling and planted itself onto your roof and extended outside and bloomed into a satellite, while the other imbedded itself into the wall across from you split apart 4 ways and formed into a large screen, it turned on and you were greeted by two obnoxiously tall Irkens, both almost identical in appearance save for red and purple eyes that matched their clothes,

Both looked oddly excited to see you. "Oh! Y/n... uh can we call you that?" the red one asked you slowly nodded still trying to process what the hell was going on? "I see you got our gift!... do you like it?" he motioned towards the SiR unit, as purple one butted in. "We can trade it in for another model if you want!" he was shoved out of the way by his red eyed counterpart. "You said you let me handle it!" he hissed.

You blinked staring up at the hole in your ceiling; wondering what's it gonna cost to patch that up? before finding your voice. "He's um, cool?" you and were going to ask why had they sent you a robot? but Red and Purple at each other bemused then looked back at you. "Cool?....What is "cool"? is that good?" Purple asked curiously. "It means excellent?" You say hoping to calm them down, both seemed relieved to hear that as their body language seemed less tense and more relaxed, after a few seconds of awkward silence you finally spoke up.

"So why send a stranger like me a robot?"

"Well a few weeks ago we caught a glimpse of you during a call from Zim, we couldn't help but notice you and your.... tallness."

"Few wee... oh! When I fell asleep and Boss thought I was a chair?"

"Yes... that's another thing we'd like to ask about."

Pretty much your early evening was occupied by an impromptu Q&A with a pair of alien leaders who still couldn't comprehend how someone as tall as you was working a simple low-wage security job, instead of being a big deal senator or military commander, You had told them what Zim had told them, about human society and it's construct. Fame, money and Vanity run the planet, and you have multiple leaders instead of one or two, but that's rabbit hole you rather not go down, You told them how you met Zim and the circumstances of your partnership.

They pointed out that it was Zim's fault that the big headed kid even thought you were an alien. which you acknowledged, but had counterpointed that Zim didn't kidnap you and blow up your motorhome just to prove he was right! "The little runt still hasn't apologized and pretends it never happened!" You huffed crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. "So yeah, I joined Zim, he's actually pretty fun when you get to know him." Both Red and Purple brains kind of stalled hearing you talk about Zim in positive light, before that all to familiar beep from your alarm going off the cut the session short, you apologized but duty calls and you promise to continue your chat later.

The tallest snapped out of their stupor and bid you goodnight and hoped you have fun with your Sir unit, said robot proceed to disguise itself as a rabbit and would not leave your side and even went to work with you... you were thinking of naming him Ede, after that Eye-bot from Fallout New Vegas.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #invader zim oc #invader zim x reader #the almighty tallest #invader zim tallest #the tallest x reader #tallest purple #tallest red #dib membrane #gaz membrane #zim x oc

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azucanela · 3 years

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prologue

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption. cursing.

word count: 3k

summary: the internet is enamored with the idea of y/n l/n and bakugou katsuki, two renowned pro heroes, dating. the first issue? the pair rarely interacts. the second issue? apparently, they hate each other, not that anyone knows about that bit. of course, after one night of many mistakes, the whole world knows.

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THE NIGHT OF THE GALA, it quickly came to Y/N’s attention that she definitely should not have waited til the last minute to get ready. But, her own procrastination had bested her, especially since she didn’t want to go, at all. It isn’t that Y/N wasn’t excited to see all her peers, it’s just that...

Y/N wasn’t excited to see her peers.

Or anyone for that matter, she was exhausted after having just recently returned from one of her longer missions, and though her publicist had insisted the timing was perfect Y/N had to disagree.

She was really hoping for a break, not to be forced into socializing with everyone. And though Y/N didn’t want to seem arrogant in any way, she was a woman who had amassed quite the influence in her years as a Pro Hero. Meaning people wanted to talk to her, they wanted her favor.

Y/N wasn’t in the mood to have conversations with people faking kindness at the moment, which was the primary reason she found herself grimacing as she slipped on her second heel. Nearly falling to the floor had she not caught herself on the edge of the doorway as she hopped out while adjusting her shoe.

As though things couldn’t become more chaotic, Y/N’s phone rings, causing her to jump at the sudden noise in shock before cursing, hand reaching into her small purse and digging around for the item as she continues towards her door. Just before she can pick up the phone, the call promptly ends, and a knock sounds at the door— causing Y/N to groan in annoyance as she comes to a proper stand and begins to make her way towards the entrance of her home.

The knocks become more rapid, and Y/N suddenly realizes just who is at her door as she rolls her eyes, calling out, “I’m coming you impatient hag.”

Y/N can practically hear the scoff of her publicist as she finally opens the door, revealing the woman who stands with her brow raised. “We’re going to be late.”

Before her stands Lorelai Flores, one of the most renowned publicists of their time. Y/N was lucky to have scored her seeing as she was one of few Pro Heroes who hadn’t had a scandal yet, miraculously. In fact, Y/N had been one of her first clients shortly after they’d met in a local café— the woman had come from America and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if life there was more chaotic with how well she handled all her clients.

The woman in question stands before Y/N in a green dress as she removes her glasses, eyes scanning Y/Ns figure before saying, “you look nice.”

A smile finds its way onto Y/N’s face as she lightly shoves Lorelai, stepping out of her apartment and locking the door behind her before the pair begins to head down the hall, “you look great as well!”

The click of their heels brings Y/N a satisfaction she cant describe as they exit the apartment complex, Y/N lived in a quiet area, an attempt to escape the unavoidable fame being a Pro Hero brought on. It was especially worse when you saw all the posts.

God, Twitter is insane, Y/N learnt that the hard way. Despite the fact that she and Bakugou Katsuki hadn’t been in the same room since graduation— for a reason— the internet had taken to shipping the pair. It was an idea that Y/N abhorred given her history with the boy. After all, they’d practically been butting heads since they met.

But it was appealing to the masses, the idea of someone “soft” like Y/N, someone known for their charity work and kindness, their sweet smile and endless optimism. And someone... like Bakugou. Harsh, almost ill-mannered and rude— though there was no denying that he’d made progress since their UA days, not that Y/N could confirm this seeing as she hadn’t seen him in so long. That and the fact that last she checked, most of the major headlines involving Bakugou were... not very positive.

Y/N started to avoid social media once she discovered this ship. She and Bakugou didn’t have the best relationship during their time at UA, it was practically a rivalry in their last year especially.

“All your friends are going to be there.” Lorelai hummed, scrolling through her phone as she side eyed Y/N, the pair slipping inside a limo with ease once they stepped out of building, met by one of many men that Lorelai had hired. She had insisted that now that Y/N was a Pro Hero, she’d be a target too. And of course, her publicist was right.

Her brow raises, as she settles in the car, deciding to simply reply, “yes, I’m aware they’ll all be there.” It’s a curious comment, seeing as it was an obvious fact. They were all heroes, and given their history with UA, well... the world had been anticipating their debuts for a while. Meaning they all quickly rose to fame, some faster than others, and some remaining in the spotlight far longer.

Surprisingly, Y/N was included in that bunch, unsurprisingly, Bakugou, Todoroki and Midoriya were as well. Tokoyami had also carved out a nice spot for himself at Hawks’ agency, and Yaoyorozu had managed to become a sidekick to a rather renowned upcoming hero.

Y/N had also earned a spot at Hawks’ agency, the man demanding her presence because she had “reminded him of himself,” for some reason. And seeing as he was one of the top heroes, who was she to disagree? The man seemed to understand her desire for distance, allowing her to go on missions that tended to be further out from where she’d grown up. And she was more thankful for the space.

She’d taken to philanthropy as soon as the money started coming in. Y/N had never understood just how much money Pro Heroes made until she was earning it as well. Although, seeing as she wasn’t ranked all that high, it wasn’t until she started branching out and doing other work that it became ridiculous.

“All of your friends, Ms. L/N.” Lorelai looks up to her, brow raised as she crosses her legs, resting her clasped hands on top of them.

Y/N offers her a tight lipped smile before waving her off, “I told you to call me Y/N, we’ve known each other how long?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Sighing, Y/N shifts uncomfortably in her seat, eyes drifting towards the window to see there are already dozens of flashing lights lined up, surrounding the venue of the gala, hoping to catch one of the Pro Heroes before anyone else does.

With a sigh, Lorelai directs her eyes outside as well, hands clasped together as she straightens herself in her seat, “funny isn’t it? That such a vital job requires so much publicity?” A tight lipped smile forms on their face, “I suppose I should be grateful for it. After all, it’s the reason I have a job but...”

But, Y/N hated it, and so did Lorelai.

“It’s horrid that my dress matters more than any life I save.”

And with that, the car comes to a stop. Alerting them that they’ve arrived, coupled with a short and swift knock on the door to signal that it’s time to get out.

Inhaling deeply, Y/N looks back to Lorelai, who takes out a pocket mirror and removes her glasses, Lorelai eyes herself in the mirror momentarily, blinking once, twice, before saying, “most people don’t bring their publicists to such events you know.”

A small laugh escapes Y/N, and she knows its Lorelai’s attempt at helping her wind down before going inside, though she replies, “you’re more than my publicist.” Offering her a smile, Y/N simply says, “and why suffer alone when I can bring my friend, and who else will make sure I don’t do anything dumb?”

It was true, it was always nice to have a partner at such functions, someone to hang around or return to. Or more accurately, someone to use as an excuse to leave the more annoying conversations. Though Lorelai always enjoyed the free foods and gift bags— that had items worth more than her rent, Lorelai had once said— and agreed to join Y/N/

Rolling her eyes, Lorelai simply knocks at the door, letting their chauffeur know it’s time before momentarily turning back to Y/N as they say, “ladies first.”

And with that, the door opens, revealing the pair to the world and exposing them to all the flashing lights of the mob awaiting them. People shouting out her Pro Hero name, Empatha.

Named for her quirk, Empathic Mimicry. Granting her to use the ability of those she touches for as long as she wants. However, in that period of time, she can feel their emotions and pain, and the quirk she uses comes with the setbacks of the user. If the person she touches is quirkless, it is possible to get other skills of theirs, but once again there are setbacks.

Todoroki spent much of his free time at UA theorizing that she and Monoma Neito were secretly related in some way. Monoma on the other hand, seemed bitter about the fact that Y/N was “a better version” of him. Despite this, the memory of Todoroki’s odd question brings a genuine smile to her face as she steps onto the red carpet, swiftly making her way past as she waves towards the cameras.

It’s just as overwhelming as it was the first time. And the second time. And the time after that. Even if Y/N had taught herself to control her abilities, no longer feeling the emotions of those surrounding her. But she didn’t need her ability to feel the excitement, anxiety— and worst of all the ambition. Ambition tended to be dangerous in the hero world. The reason behind unnecessary deaths, and exposed scandals. In Y/N’s experience it was a dangerous emotion, but she wouldn’t deny it had produced some impressive people.

The lights are blinding as Y/N maneuvers inside, colliding with someone, warm hands come to rest on her forearms as the person in question mutters out, “watch where you’re going.”

Y/N finds herself freezing, recognizing him almost instantly. By the time her eyes have readjusted to the light, she finds that Bakugou is staring right back at her, mouth gaped open.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Y/N scoffs, tearing her arm from his grasp as he quickly as she attempts to collect herself, inhaling deeply.

Y/N probably should’ve guessed it was him from the screams, pose for a picture! Why don’t you two get a little closer! Can you comment on your relationship? They’re yelling for Bakugou too, wondering why he finally decided to make an appearance. Y/N is curious as well, for different reasons of course.

Bakugou is rolling his eyes before she can continue, “please, it’s not like I wanted to see you either.”

Y/N nods slowly, offering him a bitter smile as she inhaled deeply— taking a few steps back. “Great to see you Bakugou, truly.” Sarcasm dripping from her tone as she stands beside him begrudgingly, putting on a false smile, “I hate you just as much as I used to.”

Pausing, Bakugou’s hand comes to hover over her waist, as he stares into the cameras, muttering, “why?”

“We both have reputations to maintain, do we not?” Comes her response, looking to him, Y/N reminds herself not to scowl as she straightens herself beside him, waving to a group of people and inciting more screams as she beams from beside Bakugou.

His laugh is a bitter one as he replies, “right.” Y/N inhales shakily, removing herself from Bakugou as she offers him a sarcastic smile, “thanks for the show, Sweetheart, but you aren’t all that important. You aren’t doing me any favors right now.”

A laugh escapes her, and the number of flashes increases exponentially, only for her to turn to Bakugou and say, “really now? Well, I suppose you’re right I’m not important seeing as you’re the one on the front page every week for a different scandal.” Bakugou looks away, scoffing, and Y/N nearly flips him off before reminding herself where she is and saying, “And I don’t want your thanks. I don’t want anything from you.”

And then she’s off, offering tight lipped smiles to those around her as she moved further into the venue for the gala, grabbing a drink off the tray of a passing waiter, Y/N mumbled out words of thanks before downing the drink instantly. Making her way past each person when a hand grabs her wrist.

“Y/N?”

Izuku Midoriya, better known as Pro Hero Deku, had intercepted Y/N on her way to the sanctuary of every party. The bathroom. Though he was probably the best person to have caught her, and undoubtedly someone she actually wanted to speak with. Y/N had a feeling he could tell something was wrong from the way he looked at her, concern clear in his eyes, Izuku was always easy to read. But she had somewhere to be and—

And Bakugou would be entering anytime soon. And what infuriated Bakugou more than she did? Izuku Midoriya.

So, Y/N puts a smile on her face as she says, “hey Midoriya.” She clears her throat, moving to stand beside him as she asks, “how are you doing?”

He beams back at her, his smile as genuine as ever as he responds, “I’m well! And so are you it seems, there are rumors that you’ll be entering the top 100 heroes this year, you know?”

Y/N had heard such rumors as well, if they were true, she’d be the first of her class to become a part of the top 100. Seeing as they were still basically fresh out of UA, it would be quite the achievement for her to do so at such a young age. Rivaling the progression of even Pro Hero Hawks.

Raising a brow Y/N shoves him lightly, “scouting out the competition are you, Midoriya?”

Midoriya’s eyes widen and he immediately begins shaking his head as his cheeks flush a bright red, “absolutely not!” He exclaims, “I’m just so amazed by how far you’ve come and it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”

A small laugh escapes her at his reaction, her eyes drifting towards her empty glass as she replies, “well I have no doubt that if I do miraculously enter the top 100, you’ll be close behind.” Inhaling deeply, she meets his eyes, “now if you’ll excuse me, I was on my way to the restroom when you caught me.” Once again, his cheeks flush a light pink as he begins to sputter apologies, and Y/N simply smiles as she says, “but we should definitely catch up sometime soon, maybe we can hang out sometime soon?”

A bashful smile finds its way onto his face as he nods slowly, “yeah. I would like that.”

And with that, Y/N waves goodbye to him continuing to the bathroom and managing to avoid any more conversations though few tried. Likely hoping for some good publicity themselves, she could see people beginning to swarm Deku in the distance now— and Y/N finds herself feeling bad that she left him so soon.

But as Y/N makes her way inside the restroom, it finally hits her.

Lorelai meant it when she said all her peers are coming, the woman had probably meant it as a warning. It was rare for Bakugou to attend social events, especially since they rarely ended well when it came to him. Most days, he ended up the headline of every single news sources when it came to his public events, rarely did Bakugou have a good run in with the press. Y/N was shocked he’d made it this far in the hero industry with his poor reputation only worsening at every event.

Oh she needed a drink. Y/N needed a lot of drinks. She couldn’t do this right now, not at all.

But more importantly, she needed fun, she needed lots of fun. So, taking one last look at the mirror, Y/N inhales deeply before exiting the restroom, spotting Izuku Midoriya almost instantly. She makes her way towards him, calling out for him, “Midoriya!” Her words distract him from his conversation, drawing the attention of those around then and the people who were initially speaking to him.

The boy seems relieved that someone has come to save him from whatever conversation he was having, waving to Y/N as he says, “Y/N?”

A grin comes onto her face as she extends a hand to him, looking to those around him, “sorry to interrupt but—” She turns back to Izuku, “may I have this dance?

He offers her a nervous smile, only sparing those around him a glance as he replies, “definitely.”

And with that, she drags him to the dance floor, and Y/N can feel the eyes on her as she does. It certainly is a curious sight. Two of the big up and coming heroes heading to the dance floor together after barely any public interactions. Y/N is sure that once the word gets out the internet will be going insane, and so will the press. Weaving together stories of insanity to boost their readership.

At this rate, Y/N didn’t care.

This was Y/N L/N’s first mistake of the night, but it certainly wouldn’t be her last seeing as by the end of the night, Y/N L/N and Bakugou Katsuki would be on every front page and headline.

note: lmk how this was pls i need validation <3

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talesofarcadia78 · 3 years

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Douxie moving in with the reader? Is this ok to request?

Yeah, definitely!

Sorry, my editor took a bit more time than I expected.

Hope you like it!

Beyond Any Doubt || One Shot

Bills, bills, bills.

Bills everywhere.

Douxie was on his laptop, frantically typing away how much money he owed people and how much he needed to pay for all his bills.

Douxie wasn't the type to ask for money from others, but it was an emergency. Now, everyone that he owed money too were chasing after him. And as for the bills, he couldn't pay all of them. Even though he had two jobs, it wasn't enough.

Tipping in Arcadia wasn't the best.

He tried to request the companies more time, but they all refused. If he didn't pay his bills on time, then his internet, water, electricity would all be disconnected. He couldn't afford that.

Many people tried to help him, saying that they'll give him money to pay everything and they won't ask for it back, but he denied any help. You, his girlfriend, even tried to help out but, as stubborn as he was, he just said no.

You were currently at the grocery store, buying some fruit for Douxie. As you were checking out, you noticed the Guardians of Arcadia were all goofing around outside. You smiled. They were finally having some fun after all the Arcane Order business.

Jim had pulled out Excalibur and is still the Trollhunter, Claire had gotten a lot stronger with her powers by the help of Douxie, we were able to save Toby, Archie magically appeared out of nowhere, claiming that he and his Dad had found a way out, Krel had gotten some headphones to listen to his music, since not everyone liked him blasting it out, Aja and Steve were happy with all 7 kids of theirs and Eli loved looking after them.

You walked out of the store and went over to the gang.

"Hey, gang!" you called out.

"Hi, Y/n!" they all called back.

"What are you guys doing?" you asked.

"We're all going to get ice cream," Toby replied.

"Wanna come?" Claire asked.

"Sorry guys, I can't. I need to drop these groceries off at Douxie’s. He hasn't been eating at all, lately," you shook your head.

"Do you need any help?" Jim inquired.

"Nah. I'll manage. You guys enjoy your ice cream!" you waved.

You were about to ring the doorbell, when you remembered that you had an extra key to his house. You pulled it out and opened the door.

You were greeted by silence.

Weird.

Whenever you were at Douxie's place, you were usually greeted by loud music but, today was a different story.

"Douxie!" you called, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter.

You saw the bedroom door fling open, revealing a sleep deprived Douxie.

"Hey, love. What 'ya doing here?" Douxie asked, walking towards you.

"If you haven't noticed yourself, you haven't been taking care of yourself, so I came to check up on you and give you some food," you explained.

"I've been taking care of myself!" Douxie protested.

"Really?!" you crossed your arms. "Says the wizard who currently is obviously sleep deprived and probably hasn't eaten in god-knows-how-many days."

"Well, I've been busy," Douxie said.

"I know, I know. But you have to take care of yourself as well," you said.

"I just… I need to pay these bills and give people money. I just don't have time,' he sighed.

"Well, leave financial problems to the side for just half an hour," you instructed. "And eat."

"Fine," Douxie grumbled.

You unpacked the groceries and placed them all in the fridge. You tossed a banana to Douxie.

"Eat," you ordered.

He gobbled down the fruit in just a few seconds.

"Wow. I didn't realise I was so hungry," Douxie admitted.

"Okay. Now, eat this," you said, handing him a sandwich.

"You're going to just feed me food for half an hour?" Douxie asked, his mouth filled with bread.

"Of course not! After you eat that sandwich, I’m gonna make you go to sleep," you said.

"But-" Douxie started but you cut him off.

"No 'buts' or 'ifs'. You will be going to sleep, that's my order," you lightly scolded.

After Douxie finished his sandwich you pushed him to his room. You confiscated his phone and laptop and put them outside.

"Now, you, Mr. Casperan, are going to sleep," you stated, heading out of his room just before he grabbed you wrist a spun you around to face him.

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Not until you kiss me."

He pulled back, waiting for you. You rolled your eyes and kissed him on his cheek.

"Now can you go to sleep?" you questioned.

"I meant- You know what…" Douxie leaned down and smashed his lips onto yours.

You were taken by surprise but you quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and started to play with his hair, while he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you close. Soon after, the two of you pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching.

"Now can you go to sleep?" you repeated.

Douxie didn't reply, he just started to walk forward, making you walk back. Your back suddenly hit a wall.

Your breath hitched as Douxie leaned in for another kiss.

Douxie found your hands behind his neck and pinned them on either side of you, interlocking your warm ones with his cold ones. Archie came strolling into the bedroom, but he quickly spun around when he saw the two of you making out. Giving the two of you privacy, he walked back outside.

Sooner then Douxie wanted, you pulled away for air.

"Now, you're going to bed," you said, pushing him away.

Douxie opened his mouth to speak but you placed a finger to his lips.

"No more excuses," you said, "Sleep."

You pushed him onto his bed and tucked him in and walked out of his room, closing the door behind you.

You plopped onto the couch and opened up Douxie's laptop. As soon as you opened it, you saw a bunch of numbers on the screen.

That's a lot of money.

"Hello, Miss Y/n," a voice spoke.

You jumped and looked towards the source. You realised it was just Archie and leaned back into the couch, while Archie flew to you and sat himself down in your lap.

"Hey, Arch. How's it going?" you asked.

"Good. I, uh… wanted to greet you earlier but you were um… preoccupied with Douxie," Archie hesitated.

You blushed and looked away, "Uh… we were just… umm… yeah."

"Anyways, about Douxie," Archie started, "I'm worried for him. I doubt he has the money to pay for everything. I've been trying to help him out by reaching out to a couple wizard friends of his, but there's only so much that I can do. Y/n, can you please help him out?"

"Of course I will, Arch. I just need to figure out how," you replied.

Archie nodded his head and sat there in silence, while you were thinking ways to help poor Douxie out. You started to absent-mindedly stroke Archie’s fur, earning a purr from him. After a couple of minutes, your eyes began to droop and you stopped stroking Archie. Soon, you fell into a deep slumber. The familiar noticed this and looked up to you, before he realised you were asleep. He carefully removed your hand off of him and he flew to get a throw blanket for you. When he returned, he heard very quiet snores from you. Archie laid the blanket on top of you and let you rest.

Half an hour later

Douxie was up and refreshed, while you were still peacefully asleep on the couch. Douxie opened up the door to see Archie playing with a ball of red yarn on a window sill. Archie noticed Douxie and stopped playing with the yarn. Douxie was about to ask where Y/n was but Archie held a finger up to his mouth and then pointed towards the couch. He walked over to the couch and saw that you were sleeping.

He smiled. You looked cute when you were asleep. Douxie quietly sat himself down next to you, planted a kiss on your temple and started to get back to his financial problem.

After 10 mins

You started to stir awake from your nap. As you opened your eyes, you felt a light tickling sensation in your hair. You saw Douxie was sitting next to you, staring at his laptop while absently ruffling your hair.

"Douxie," you whispered, instantly getting his attention.

"Hey there, love. Had a nice nap?" Douxie asked.

You only nodded your head. You tried to look what Douxie was doing on his laptop but you couldn't clearly read what was on the screen since you could only see half of it. Douxie opened up his arm and you snuggled into him. You once again saw numbers.

"Handling bills?" you guessed.

"Yeah," Douxie replied.

Suddenly, you got an idea.

"Hey, Doux," you called.

"Yes, love?" Douxie asked.

"You know how you don't have enough money to pay for the bills. What if you moved into my place instead and put this place up on the market?" you suggested (idk how housing works, just go along with it), "You wouldn't have to pay for the bills, so less money to give."

He thought about it for a minute.

"Mordrax's miracles! That's a great idea!" Douxie cheered.

"Great! We can start moving your stuff tomorrow," you said.

You looked once again at the laptop screen to check the time, 4:15 p.m.

"Do you want some tea?" Douxie asked, closing the laptop.

"Sure," you nodded.

After drinking the tea that Douxie made, the two of you decided to go out for a walk.

You and Douxie were walking down the path, hand in hand, when you spotted Toby, Claire and Jim. The trio also noticed you and Douxie, and ran up to you.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Claire giggled.

"Hey guys! What're you up to?" Douxie inquired.

"Just hanging around," Jim shrugged.

"Wait, weren't you guys with the rest of the gang?" you questioned.

"Yeah, we were but, they had other things to do. Steve, Aja and Eli had to take care of the kids. Then Krel had to adjust one of his inventions," Toby answered, "They left just before we got ice cream!"

"Yeah, T.P. here is just whining about how we couldn't get ice cream," Claire chuckled.

"I am not!"

"Well, why don't the five of us go right now?" you recommended.

"Yes! 'Mission: Get Ice Cream' is back in action!" Toby cheered, fist pumping the air.

You all made your way to an ice cream truck that was on the other side of town.

Jim and Claire were currently arguing over what ice cream flavour to get, since they wanted to share. Toby was happily enjoying his Nougat Nummy flavoured ice cream, while you and Douxie waited for Jim and Claire to decide. It was currently between chocolate and strawberry. The ice cream scooper decided to step in and suggest a whole different flavour to them. Thank the stars, they agreed. You and Douxie finally got to order. Douxie didn't minded what flavour you got, so you ordered vanilla, the classic.

Toby had already finished his ice cream, Jim and Claire were feeding each other, and you and Douxie were basically doing the same thing as the other two lovebirds.

"Sorry to interrupt your guys' little romantic session, but we should probably start heading back," Toby stated.

"Right," Jim nodded giving the last bite to Claire before he threw the little bowl away.

"Yeah, we should too," Douxie nodded, as you threw away your rubbish.

You all waved goodbye as the trio walked towards the neighbourhood, while you and Douxie made your way to your apartment.

"So, do you think Archie's gonna scratch my couch?" you asked, pointing to your newly bought furniture.

"Depends on how he's feeling," Douxie shrugged.

"Right, cause I don't want a scratched couch in just a few days. I bought that. I'll get something for him to scratch on," you concluded.

After you two had a discussion about tomorrow, Douxie headed back to his place.

Next morning, you had woken up bright and early to move Douxie's stuff to your place.

Right now you were cleaning around the apartment while your wizard was packing.

"Y/n! I'm done packing!" Douxie called.

"Bring your stuff out here!" you shouted.

Douxie came from his bedroom with a suitcase, laptop bag and a gig bag.

"You don't have much stuff," you commented.

"Nope. What are we going to do with the furniture and other stuff?" Douxie inquired.

"Well, we could put it up for sale if you don't want it. Or you can keep it," you replied.

"Nah, I don't need it. We can just put up for sale," Douxie said.

"Right. Now, let's get your stuff over to my place," you said, making a portal and gestured Douxie to go through.

He obeyed and went through the portal as you followed behind.

You were now in your living room where Archie was scratching the scratch post you bought for him.

"Hey, Arch!" you greeted.

"Hello, Miss Y/n," Archie nodded.

"Well, hello to you too Arch," Douxie grumbled as he placed down his belongings.

"Hello, Douxie," Archie added and went back to clawing the post.

You lead Douxie to your room and helped him unpack.

After unpacking his things, you started to make lunch.

You were trying to get oil from the top shelf but you couldn't quite reach it. You were going to ask Douxie, when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, bringing you back into a chest.

"Douxie, my love, I was just going to ask if you could help me get that bottle of oil down from the top," you chuckled.

"I have a better idea," he said.

You turned around to face him, to see a grin on his face. He grabbed your hand and took you out of your apartment.

You were taken all the way to Sam's.

"Douxie, you know I could've just made lunch, right?" you said.

"I know but, a date is better," Douxie grinned.

As soon as you and Douxie took a seat, a waiter came up to you two and asked for your order. Since the whole idea of coming to Sam's was Douxie's, he ordered. Not long after, the waiter came back with two burgers and two soft drinks. You thanked the waiter before digging into the food.

After lunch, the two of you hiked your way up to the Bluff.

"How… much… longer… till… we get… there?" you panted.

You seriously needed to get out more cause you were exhausted.

"Just a few more-" Douxie started but you cut him off.

"Please don't say 'minutes'!" you begged.

"I was going to say 'metres'," Douxie finished.

"Thank the stars!" you gasped and ran the rest of the way.

You came to halt as you saw the beautiful sunset in front of you.

Definitely worth hiking for.

"So, you happy you came up here?" Douxie asked.

"Beyond any doubt," you breathed.

You tore your gaze from the scene to Douxie.

"So, you happy that you moved into my place? you smirked.

"Beyond any doubt," Douxie repeated your words, stepping forward and bringing you closer to him.

You stared up into his soft, hazel eyes, while he stared into your childlike, e/c eyes. You both leaned in and closed the gap between each other.

Now that Douxie had moved into your place, he didn't have to worry about money that much.

And you? You had company as did Douxie and Archie. A win, win.

Word count: 2, 625

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candychronicles · 3 years

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boo // d. kaminari

A/N: this is my take on the horror, haunts and halloween bnharem server collab!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Denki Kaminari x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,315

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, car fucking, some extremely mild spooks

SYNOPSIS: who knew a little bet between friends could turn into so much more?

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“boo!”

“damnit Kaminari, you scared the hell out of me!” you screeched, whipping around to smack your friend on the shoulder. “besides, you should save all of the screams for the house tonight!”

he shrugged his body, clearly not bothered by your comment before proceeding to the men’s dressing area, makeup already adorned on his body. he was performing tonight as a sort of scary chainsaw man with bloodshot eyes and a dark streaked face. despite the outwardly appearance of his costume, he was, at least to you, a funny and extremely attractive guy. you two had spent your whole fall flirting and teasing in between hallways and sets, having fun and making people scared at the same time.

you never meant to work at a haunted house, but you needed the money, and it seemed much more exciting to get paid scaring people and dressing up in cool costumes over working a seasonal retail job. due to your ability to at least fake a scary and eccentric personality, they hired you immediately, along with a few other people your age. you figured it would be a good way to meet new people and have fun but you were certainly not expecting to fall in love with the dorky yet extremely talented kid with the cool hair and outlandish jokes.

your time in the dressing and makeup room didn’t take too long, adorning a creepy maid outfit with sunken black eyes and a wicked bloody smile. twirling the braids adorning your head, you skipped out of the room, ready to get into character and have another night of spooks.

“hey, let’s make a bet tonight, hm? make it a little more interesting?” Kaminari offered, sliding in beside you like he had been there all along.

“sure, what do you propose?”

“let’s see who can get the loudest scream of the night. we’ll both be generally near each other, so no cheating or lying because i’ll be able to tell!”

“how are we going to measure that? what if it’s really close, what are you going to do about that?”

“rock, paper, scissors?” he countered, flashing his hands and gesturing the game with a devious smile.

“sure, why not. what do i get if i win?”

“anything you want, sugar.”

you attempted to ignore the comment, though your cheeks heated up and your eyes grew just a bit wider.

“how about you owe me dinner tonight?” you joked, flashing your own toothy grin.

“that all, dollface? i’d do that any day.”

“oh boo, that’s boring. make him wear your maid costume or something!” Kirishima shouted from across the hall, seemingly butting into your increasingly heated conversation.

“now that’s an idea,” you teased, laughing along with Kirishima as Kaminari’s face turned bright red.

“that’s nothing! i’d do that any day,” he claimed, quickly moving on, “but i say if i win then you owe me dinner. easy enough?”

you nodded your head in agreement, shaking on it and pressing your pinkies together for extra emphasis before heading towards your separate destinations, ready for the challenge.

the night started off easy, you both earning screams of varying levels, but every time you got one, he shot right back with yet another. your jaw clenched and eyes grew dark, not backing down from the fight.

the whole evening and late through midnight did you two fight back and forth, tooth and nail, bringing out your nastiest and scariest tricks, doing everything you could to jumpscare and creep out the people of the attraction, but it seemed that neither of you were a clear winner. you, however, were not going to let him get the satisfaction of saying he won.

the final group of the night came through and you managed a loud, shrieking scream from the guy in the front, a wicked smile on your face as you waved at Kaminari down the hall. he retaliated with his own scare but, at least you thought, it didn’t quite live up to your own haunt.

“i totally won, i don’t even know what you’re talking about!” he shrieked, shoving fries in his face with a huff, waving his arms around in a display of anger.

“my scream was louder and you know it. just admit it, i was better than you tonight!” you argued back, leaning forward to look him directly in the eye, challenging him to keep up the fight.

he looked away, cheeks tinged pink at your sudden closeness, before crossing his arms and looking back at you.

“fine, i’ll pay for the food, but i still don’t think you won. i can make anyone scream louder than you.”

“oh yeah? why don’t you prove it?” you challenged, eyes unwavering and boring straight into the side of his face.

he took a moment to ponder, unsure of what you meant, before he looked back, pupils blown wide in shock.

“waiter, i need the check please.”

it took all of thirty seconds after leaving the dingy late night restaurant before his mouth was on yours, hot and unwavering, hands tangled deep into the back of your hair, digits pressing roughly into your scalp.

“where to?” he asked in between kisses, walking backwards as you trailed after him, hands grasping his shirt like it was your only lifeline.

“whatever’s closest,” you whispered back, feeling him hit the car with the back of his body.

he quickly whipped around, fishing frantically for the keys in his pocket before shoving the shiny object into the lock and twisting, whipping the door open and gesturing you sweetly into the car.

before you had barely sat down, he slammed the door, rushing to the other side and opening his own door, sinking in and turning the vehicle on, haphazardly buckling his seatbelt as he peeled out of the parking lot towards his apartment.

the bad part about working at a haunted house was that it was in the almost middle of nowhere. there was a small town with a couple restaurants and stores, but most workers came from the college town over, meaning you two had a small drive before you made it back to either of your apartments.

Kaminari gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white from the pressure of trying to drive safely while getting there as fast as he could. his teeth ground into each other, face set in a harsh frown, stress permanent on his face.

“relax, we’ll get there eventually. you’ll kill the mood with your sour face,” you teased, reaching sideways to place your hand on his thigh. his body jumped at your touch, briefly turning to face you before veering off onto the side of the road, seemingly finding some close down parking lot with a few trees surrounding the area.

“i’m sorry, you’re just driving me crazy. you don’t know how badly i’ve wanted you, since the day i first met you. you were so cocky and confident in your interview, ready to have fun and be crazy in your acting, but the moment you stepped away, you became so sweet and kid, always greeting everyone with a smile and a wave. i couldn’t get enough of your duality, enamored in the way you could switch that smirk on like it was nothing. seeing you in that dainty little maid outfit you’re wearing doesn’t help all that much,” he confessed, wringing his hands together as he attempted to calm himself down. “truth be told, i don’t want to be that shitty guy who you think is only using you for sex, but after that little stunt you pulled in the restaurant, i don’t think i can wait any longer to fuck you.”

you blinked once, twice, three times, trying to process what he was saying before unbuckling your seatbelt and veering towards his body, chests pressed together as you managed to climb into his lap, attacking his lips with your own, relishing in the way he practically melted under your touch, eager to feel you on him once again.

“backseat. now.”

you climbed back without hesitation, flashing him a bit of your ass as you wiggled your way onto the seat, patiently waiting for him to come back. he followed without waiting, immediately pulling your legs onto the seat and hovering over you, hands on either side of your head.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he confirmed, brushing away a couple pieces of hair that was scattered across your face.

“yes, i’m sure. please fuck me.”

he wasted no time before attaching himself to you once again, lips finding purchase on your own, against your neck, your collarbone, unbuttoning the front of your costume to nip at your breasts, leaving marks that would surely last for days. despite the cramped position you two were in, you still felt slick pool in your panties, thighs rubbing against the side of his body as you attempted to create some friction to relieve the tension building up.

you whined, begging for more, but before you could speak up to ask him for something, anything, he had already obliged, reaching down to rub the pad of his thumb against your clothed nub. you moaned in response, the need for him only growing by the minute.

“please, Kaminari-”

“Denki, call me Denki,” he corrected, nipping at your throat as his fingers moved under the skirt and around your panties, “and don’t worry baby, i’ll take care of you tonight.”

with that final statement, he pulled your panties aside completely and pushed one finger slowly into your waiting body, shivering at the feeling of your wet insides sucking him in, greedily begging for more. your breaths became uneven and labored, but you remained patient, enjoying every feeling he pulled from your wanting cunt.

he continued his assault on your neck and chest as his fingers pumped in and out of you, adding one, two more fingers, stretching you out until you were sopping and begging for his cock. he paused for one moment, hastily pulling his pants down as best as he could. before he could get to his boxers, however, you reached past his hand, pulling them down and stroking his dick, admiring the way it twitched in your hands, swollen and leaky, wanting to be inside of you just as much as you need him.

you pulled him back down by his shirt collar, kissing him fiercely as he adjusted his body once more, you aligning him to your entrance, legs hiked up around his body as he caged you in. he sunk in slowly, not holding back his moans as he appreciated the way your body sucked him in, like he was meant to be there all along.

you moaned with him, a string of curses and praises flowing out of your mouth like a siren’s song, luring him into your lair one word at a time.

“Denki, fuck, you feel so good. please don’t stop.”

he bottomed out in your, laughing when you shifted your hips, whining as you tried to get him to move. he pressed a chaste kiss to your head before rolling his own hips back, shivering at the feeling of you wrapped around him. he continued his pace slowly, rocking in and out of you, watching the car steam up from your breathy moans and sweat covered skin, feeling the car move in tandem with your bodies.

you arched your back and wrapped yourself around him as best as you could, dazzled by the feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you. he was so close, his breath against your ear, and you relished in the way he moaned and sighed, feeling just as good as you were in that moment.

he felt himself getting close much quicker than he wanted, but in that moment, he didn’t care, too enveloped in the way you squeezed around him, nails biting into his back and eyes screwed shut. he moved one hand back down in between your bodies and found your sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing down and swirling around, moaning as he felt you compressed around his cock, the new sensation overwhelming for you.

“fuck, baby, i’m so close,” he moaned, settling his head into your neck, biting down softly into your shoulder.

you only nodded back in response, too worried about chasing your own high that was emerging quickly with the combined pleasure of his cock and his fingers.

you arched your back and squeezed your thighs together as white hot lava shot through your lower stomach, cumming intensely on his cock. the feeling of your velvety walls pulsating around his own quickly brought him to his own high as he slowed his pace down, shooting his load into you.

you both laid there, breathless and sweaty, before you looked at him and erupted in giggles, wiping some of the sticky hair off his face.

“i really liked that,” you confessed, biting your lip and smiling shyly despite the position you two were still currently in.

“me too,” he agreed, kissing your forehead before slowly pulling out, sitting up and reaching forward into his console to grab a stack of napkins, cleaning you and himself up as best as he could.

you sat up after him, dizzy from pure elation, before a smirk came across your face.

“so you’re saying i won the bet, right?”

“i feel like i won the lottery tonight so yes, i’ll say you won the bet.”

“good,” you affirmed, reaching forward to grab his face in your hands, squeezing slightly before bringing him closer to you, “remember what Kiri said? i think i’m going to take his words to heart.”

he looked at you confused, shrugging, but as you stared at him, his eyes grew wide once more as he realized what you meant.

“you get to wear the maid costume next.”

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nejiraez · 4 years

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firsts! | bakugou/todoroki fluff hcs

anon asked: could i request firsts with bakugo & todoroki (and if u wanna add anyone else!) so like first hugs, first kisses, dates, etc, but reader initiated some firsts! I think it’ll be easier as headcanons, but whatever works for you! I don’t mind!

genre: fluff not at how my fuckass delivering yall with todobaku hcs… on kaminari’s bday ahaha...

first date

“You haven’t tried that Korean restaurant down the street yet, huh? I’ll take you there this Friday then.”

That was Bakugou initiated his first date with you. It’s safe to presume that you two had relations with one another/been talking to each other prior to his demand of showing you around the city.

You being unfamiliar with places that you haven’t been to yet was used to Bakugou’s advantage and aided him with an excuse to take you out.

If you’re eating somewhere pays for you both. No ifs, ands, or buts, unless you want to be that couple that argues with the waiter for who the bill should go towards.

In the early stages of you going out, Bakugou would swear up and down that they’re not dates. At least he didn’t label them as so.

But the more he planned in advance of which place you two should tend to next, he grew more lenient with the term.

If you hit him with the “What are we?” line on your umpteenth outing with him, Bakugou’s quick to snap back at you with, “What do you mean? Thought we made it obvious already.”

Bakugou wouldn’t just go out of his way paying for anybody’s meals and showing them around the city back to back on endless occasions.

first kiss

Bakugou’s first kiss with you was terrifying, especially since you had initiated it.

He’s hyper aware of how your lips move against his, the hushed breaths that you exhale that are in tune with his, and how enticing the faint citrus-like scent of your hair is.

By the end of it, his stomach was in tight knots and there was a faint layer of sweat that coated the palms of his hands. He was convinced that whatever he was experiencing were the reactions of some unknown illness that he may have caught.

However, it’s easy to confuse feeling feverish with the rush of adrenaline, especially after something as monumental as you both stealing each other’s first kiss.

Seconds after you pull away from him, you're bold enough to ask, “Well, how was it?”

Bakugou would shrug as he diverts his gaze to something else in the room other than your face. “You were fine, I guess. I dunno…”

It was much more than that though, it was amazing.

So much so that he’d contradict himself by leaning in for one more. Just to etch the feeling of you onto his skin.

first declaration of love

The first time you tell Bakugou that you loved him was when he was dropping you off at your apartment, right as you were about to step off the elevator.

He was always acquainted with seeing you off at your floor, and that night wasn’t any different.

However, unlike the usual routine you told Bakugou that you didn’t need him seeing you off at your door, settling for you both to part ways at the elevators.

“I love you, see you tomorrow, yeah?”

There’s a tranquil silence that hangs in the air right after. Bakugou manages to hide the way his fingers pause before pressing elevator’s controls. He’s stunned.

You thought he was about to respond by the way the corners of his lips twitched with the intent to say something, anything. However...

The cunt closes the doors on your face. His finger would still be jabbed against the “closed” button the entire ride down as he struggles to wrap his head around the fact that you love him. Its strange at first, hearing those three words which were meant for him linger in the air.

Bakugou doesn’t know how to react, maybe he would’ve replied with a rushed “You too” had he not been so quick to flee the scene.

But one thing is for sure, the thought of it makes him feel giddy. It’s a scenario that his mind often wanders off to and replays when he’s alone beside himself.

He uses “I love you” scarcely, not throwing it around with reckless abandon so that it doesn’t lose it’s meaning.

Of course, through his actions he lets it be known that he indeed does love you. But Bakugou saves his verbal affirmations for moments when he really feels the need to say so, when you need to hear him say it.

first date

Todoroki is the one who brings up the idea that you two should visit your city’s art gallery together.

Right off the bat, Todoroki is keen on keying you in on the fact that it is a date. Just so there isn’t any confusion.

Like Bakugou, Todoroki would also pay for the majority of your dates if money was involved.

He insists that he does since, you being there with him and gracing him with your presence is reimbursement in itself. Cheesy but it works because his words are endearing as hell.

Todoroki would pick you up from your place and drop you off each and every time you both go out.

He’s a gentleman and sticks true to that character every time that he manages to snag you way from everyone for you two to spend the day alone together.

first kiss

Your first kiss with Shouto happens in a spurt of reckless affection which was initiated by him.

It wasn’t planned or anything. His body acted before his mind could tell him otherwise, and before you know it, Todoroki’s lips were on yours, carefully melded together.

He’s very gentle with you, cautious of where he rests his hands and is courteous to fact to move slowly as to not freak you out.

You were hesitant, your fingers twitched the more he peppered brief kisses against your lips, to which he’d respond by placing a reassuring hand on top of your own, easing your nerves away.

The more kisses you share, you’re brought with. Todoroki kisses are filled with great emotion and love that it feels as though you may drown in his affections if you don’t pull away for air.

To be frank, you learn that Todoroki is an incredible kisser.

first declaration of love

In your relationship, you find that it’s Todoroki who does a lot of the firsts for you both.

So when it was you who surprised him with the first “I love you” he was taken aback. Todoroki’s unable to hide the overflowing adoration in his expression the moment your level your gaze with his.

He’d huff out a laugh, but it was not directed at you. The sensations of his heart skipping a beat, having jumbled words caught in his throat, the slow rise of a blush dusting his cheeks he was engulfed by a flurry of emotions.

Everything that he encountered in that moment all felt so foreign to him. The passion, the feeling of being lighthead, it was exhilarating.

Todoroki even thought of it to be amusing that he managed to be overwhelmed all by you telling him that you loved him.

But now, whenever you uttered your admiration to him, Todoroki is quick to follow suit.

His declarations come in various forms with every action that he performs, every praise of adoration that he recites to you, his stringed words of consolation, he lets it be known that he loves you each and every time as if it were his last.

He’s more than happy to share his first experiences of love with somebody, and he’s thanks his lucky stars that that someone winded up to be you.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #shoo writers block! I say shoo!

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the-fourth-knower · 3 years

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Diary of a lost doe, part 1

A short fic where my character Annabelle writes in diaries

Fresh off losing her parents, Annabelle Flaches must contend with trying to fend for herself and her baby sister Angelica. And with Angelica talking to a mysterious green orb when she thinks Annabelle isn’t watching, things are only at the tip of the iceberg.

This is for me and Aquillis’s “half and half” AU, our ‘main’ AU. not to be confused with Aqui’s pack universe which is her underground re-write.

Due to the length I'm splitting this into two parts. This is part 1, part 2 is here!

Diary Enry 1, Day I dunno.

Okay here it is. First diary entry I guess. Gotta keep it brief, writing instruements are hard.

Been a few months since that day. We’re doing fine. Angie started another garden. Moved to a new spot.

Got some new things for the house. Old car door and a tire. Not sure what I’ll do with the tire gonna use the door as part of wall.

Finished roof this morning. Good thing 2, might rain.

Angie still sleps bad if not next to me. Writing while she’s curled up. Wasn’t for scars on ear and having to sleep in same clothes she’d look like we’re still home.

Gotta sleep now.

Diary Entry 2

Maybe got a job. Illegal probs but $ is $

Angelica talked more today. Good sign? Maybe she relapses back into not talking but progress.

I never thought i’d miss her annoying stupid “hey lets go explore a cave and not tell anyone bout what we’ll do” self. Never thought about losing mum and pa ei

Shit crying. Bye.

Diary entry 3

Diary didn’t get too wet yesterday.Don’t think bout mom and pa it ends badly.

I can’t afford to break down even if Angie’s sleeping

If I break down then Angie will get upset

I won’t put her through it

I won’t

…

Diary entry 54

Had to leave town but am 600 $ richer

Angie’s quiet again. But she didn’t complain bout us leavin

gonna go for a city maybe. more risk but more money and places to live.

Jadetown’s the city. Dunno too much bout it but mum liked it.

Should get there in maybe a cuple weeks or so

Angie’s sound asleep. No kicking or anything so that’s good

Hope the city’s okay. Angie hates crowds.

Need somewhere with not a lot of crowds to live at

…

Diary Entry 63

Been a hot second. Settling in Jadetown’s pretty hard.

Find a quiet spot in the slums. Pretty shitty now, but the two of us can make it work

Angie still isn’t talking, but she kept close to me while we made our way through the crowds. She seemed fine as long as she held my hand

Lost her a couple times, but not for long. She seemed upset bout it.

Sorry Angie.

I’ll do better. I promise.

...

Diary Entry 169 (it’s the morning but fuck it)

The nightmare happened again.

Angelica having her ear scared by those monsters. mum and pa being taken away in exchange for us being set loose

Only it loops around and around before it’s just cries and blood and knives and screams and crying and they’re all surrounding me judging me for just failing everyone because you’re a fucking failure

Haven’t had it a while. Don’t upset yourself, Angie needs you.

Diary entry 169? Night

Angelica almost killed some street thugs.

we caught some dumbass looking punks bullying some sort of chao. I think it’s a chao

I ran up to one like an idiot and gout in their face to know what they’re doin, and the things went dark. I got knocked out on my ass, apparenlty the big brute that led them butted me in the head. Asshole didn’t even let me get ready

I came to to Angie trying to shake me awake. When I looked around the punks were gone, there were plant vines all over, and the other kids that had gathered were a mix of crapped their pants and mouths on the floor

I asked angie bout it and she just said she took care of them and that the punks had run off

What the hell did she do? Usually I’m the one saving her? But she was having none of it today.

Oh the chao’s fine, weirdass chao though. Never seen chao that just cause flowers to grow around them or in their footsteps.

Made 30 $

Rib’s hurting and headache, Angie fast asleep. Time for bed.

Diary Entry 170

Chao’s bak.

Visited Angie’s garden for a while watchin me watchin it. It waved and left right around Angie gettin up.

Showed up again when we got back home. Angie hasn’t seen it yet. Good thing, she wanted to bring it with us. We can’t afford three mouths.

I don’t like it. We save its ass and now its stalking us.

Made nothin.

Ribs hurt less. Still a bitch.

Diary entry 171

Angie’s found the “chao”

She talked to it all morning when she thought i was napping. Couldn’t sleep, too afraid of bad dreams.

It doesn’t make chao sounds. Or it does but really weird ones.

Then it turned a green light ball for a bit and back into a chao

Angie liked that.

I don’t trust it. Even less.

Need to watch it.

Angie’s relaxed.

Made 5$.

Diary Entry 172 morn

Nightmare again

Diary Entry 172 night

Angie got excited, claimed that she “found Trevor”

he lived near us back in our old home

Had to tell her no, every red mouse we see is not Trevor.

She says that Trevor and his family were gonna move here, pretty inistent too.

Man she gets caught up on the smallest things

Made 20$

Diary Entry 173

Chao returned while i was working. Left Angie on her own

Shes seemed like she was having a fun time being able to talk with someone

She’s not made friends much. Maybe i’m being too hard on the ‘chao’

Still gotta watch it. It could be manipulating her

Haven’t told her I know bout the chao yet.

Should i?

Not now. Angelica is sleeping.

Made 5$

Diary Entry 174

‘Trevor’ spotting 2. Angie wanted to go bug the person. So we went and sure enough as we got closer Angie changed her mind. It was a rat, not a mouse she said.

How can she tell the difference?

No Angie and chao visit. Unless it was while i slept in. but why would she be secretive bout it?

Saw the punk bitch again today. Looked like he crapped his pants when he saw Angie and she glared at him. That’s my sister.

Made 60$

…

Diary Entry 364

Got a new diary. Last entry for this one. Things going well. Got a good thing going for myself.

Angie found a new plant today, and now she’s got it in her garden.

Loved the look on her face when I got it for her.

Made 50$

Angelica’s chatted with the Chao again. Sort of like, is her guardian I think. Or is that its name

Guess good bye diary 1. Really weird to do but it feels right.

Angie’s sleeping well enough on her own. She mumbles but that seems it.

Do I do a good job keeping her safe

Diary 2 Entry 1

Managed to find a new diary. Keeping the old one just cause, and because I have the storage. For a couple of street bum does, we’ve got a decent enough house going. Been able to put it together from bits and bobs lying around, Angie even threw in her hat and added her own touches.

Looks ugly as hell with the plants holding things together and it’s all a mish mash of junk and crap I found, but it’s our mishmash of junk and crap.

Also saved up enough and am making enough to afford more than one pen and even some pencils. So I can write more often. Just felt like writing

Angie’s started to get more vocal again. I think she’s catching onto the fact the way I’ve been making money is less than honest a lot of the time.

I’m not going to sell myself for it though. I’m not degrading myself with that and nayone who fucking tries is going to a hospital.

And if any of those freaks dare go near Angie there won’t be enough left for a morgue to pick up.

Oh, and the chao’s still around. I can feel it. Angelica loves it, I think. I don’t trust it entirely, yet. But, it hasn't been a danger for the past months. So I think it’s actually a good thing.. Angie calls it Guardian. Maybe it's our own Guardian Angel.

Made 65$ today.

Good journal entry me. You got talkative. Writative? Whatever.

...

Diary 2 Entry 23

Got into a fight today, that was fun. The punks from when I helped save Guardian decided to jump me when Angelica was at the house. Guess they figured they could jump me without little sis to back me up. Too bad for them, when I don’t get suckered I’m damn good at defending myself. Sent them packing. Got a bit bruised. Why is it always the ribs with those guys.

Admittedly. I didn’t have to beat the crap out of them. But talk shit get hit, I say. They shouldn’t have been trash talking me when I was walking by.

Angelica was upset when I got back. Should’ve expected that, really. Don’t know why I didn’t think she would notice me being hurt, she’s got a sixth sense for that sort of thing. Always has. Kinda weird.

But, she did try and heal me a bit. Somehow, she’s gotten better at it -Ever since she's met Guardian, she’s gotten more control over that healing ability she has. I just need to make sure she doesn’t overdo herself again.

I don’t know anything much bout healing magic or whatever it is, but I don’t think what Angie has is normal. I think she uses herself for it. Whatever healing she tries to do just eats away at her. And whatever it was was enough to frighten Pa to move us in the first place

I think part of me might blame ANgie for it. For getting us out of the safety of where we lived near Agateton and moving.

But if we didn’t move would we really have been safe still. And it wasn’t Angie’s fault she did what she did, it was Pa who pushed for it and Mum who went with it.

So do I blame them? I don’t want to. The monsters that took them and hurt Angie are the ones to blame.

But they wouldn’t have found us if we didn’t move near that forest. But Mum and Pa couldn’t have seen it coming.

Ugh. brain hurts. Fuck this mind screw bullshite

Spent 123.54$ today. Groceries and supplies. Tampons are stupid expensive but I want to have a decent supply for when we need them. Also some food.

Made 13$. Gonna need to work more to recoup.

No idea if Angie talked with Guardian. She still thinks I don’t know anythin bout it.

At least, I think she doesn’t. She gets defensive and acts like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

I wonder why she does that. Wonder if it’s tied with how I react to her saying she’s found Trevor for the umpteenth time.

Maybe I should press her bout it. But I don’t want to get her worked up over nothin.

Okay that’s enough, my mind’s getting wandering now and I stay up if I do that.

...

Diary 2 Entry 54

Someone showed up with a bunch of robots earlier. Cause quite the commotion, sent people running, the usual.

Apparently he set up shop in the rich quarter and is causing all sorts of troubles. People have been coming to and fro a lot the past few days.

Angie got worried over explosions. Had to calm her down, explain that whatever it was probably wasn’t coming here. She asked me bout the people there and if they needed help - told her that someone would take care of the rich fops. That’s what they do after all. Who gives a shit about two practically orphaned kids.

Not sure if she bought it. Gotta keep an eye on her. Might need to pull an all nighter.

And we don’t have any energy drinks or coffee. I could go grab one, no one is gonna give a shit if I do, not in this current environment.

Gotta stop for now. Gotta focus on Angie not some stupid book.

Entry 55

Angie’s missin

#Knower writes #Sonic #Sonic Fic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Annabelle Flaches #Angelica Flaches #didn't realize it'd be so long #guess that's what happens if I just let myself write something #but I had fun writing this #hope everyone enjoys this first part

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bitchapalooza · 2 years

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I don't know how old the original post is but I would gladly hear about Grillby's shitty exwife

Oh. Okay you make me so happy. Oh my god Im boutta drag this bitch OKAY SO

Under the cut due to mentions of domestic abuse, child abuse, and manipulation

Grillby's exwife's name is Kaen. Shes a green fire monster and the literal opposite to Grillby. I made her for the purpose of being that way; Grillby reflects the safety and warmth fire provides, while Kaen is the selfish destruction fire brings.

Kaen and Grillby had been dating on and off constantly since their last year of middle school and it was pretty obvious from the start that it was not a.... Healthy relationship to say the least. Obvious to a select few besides Grillby himseldlf. Many would say Grillby always has been lacking confidence and the ability to say No to people and when Kaen figured this out, she seemed to enjoy bossing him around and forgetting what his boundries were. She made him do her homework all throughout their school career. Grillby would have failed if it werent for his parents signing him up for afterschool tutoring, that which Kaen couldnt get him out of.

Now Kaen wasnt obvious with her tricks. She knew how to hide them. Make them seem innocent or accidental with well crafted excuses. She always got her preferred outcome. Sometimes she even made Grillby back her up. Other times she'd successfully change the subject.

The real trouble started when Grillby decides to attend collgue and major in business. He wanted to hone his cooking skills and open a resturant or something. It was his passion to do so. He even planned to stay in the dorms if he could actually get a room with the limited space they have. Kaen was well aware of this and she did not like it. She wanted Grillby to stay so he could work in the CORE and work his way up to making some big money. Buts Sans kept hyping him up, saying he was gonna be the Underground's BEST cook, and this was becoming a problem. So Kaen threatened to break up with him for good, if he went through with living at the dorms. And he so he didn't. Still went to school, but lived with Kaen in an apartment she managed to convice her father to pay for.

After a few months into his first year, Grillby brings up how he found the perfect location in Snowdin for his dream resturant. He was even taking bartending classes in his spare time to get his bartender's license due to there being a beautiful bar built in. He's got half the funds already saved back too from the work he did around the school library(eh well the information desk, he. He couldnt organize the books for obvious reasons lol). Hes committed to it. Kaen agreed to it. No problem. Except then she sprung the idea of marriage onto him and that prolonged Grillby endeavors of planning things through. As soon as theyre married, she then brings up wanting children. Grillby was hesitant at first. He wasnt sure if he could balance school and a child at the same time. He was lucky his parents paid for the ceremony, but he couldnt rely on them for child care, too. So he sacrificed all his funds for Kaen to buy the things for the nursery. Kaen planned it all. She wanted things to drag out for her benefit. It was all going quite fast even for her, but she wanted to try and fast track him burning out and doing what she initially wanted him to do(work at the CORE earning a hefty pay in the maintnence department).

Three years later, Grillby has graduated, hes actually now a father of two, Heats being born just a few short months beforehand. And hes very fucking tired. But not giving up like Kaen had planned. She has started emotionally manipulating him and occationally degrading him with harsh words, but she isnt bombarding him. Yet. Grillby has ALL the funds to buy the grill now. His parents even offered to pay for the supplies he needed as a graduation present; they were so proud of him! Kaen didnt go against what she agreed to before, so they moved there. And things were going great.

In the public eye that is.

Grillby's didnt gain too much traction in the first few months. They were getting low on funds and Kaen was blaming it all on Grillby. The verbal abuse was getting worse. She started using the kids as excuses to yell at him for these reasons. Saying this was a horrible idea "she never agreed to in the first place". Said he was being selfish for forcing his poor family to move for his own benefit. Even went as far to claim he was putting his family in danger because of how close they were to water and how snow could easily turn to water as well. This is where Grillby began to shut down. He stopped talking so much. Blamed himself for everything. He felt like Kaen's words were all justified and he was the bad guy here. This would go on for a few more years until he goes fully mute and Kaen leaves him, saying hes pathetic and a failure despite how well the grill is now doing. She takes the kids and refuses to let him visit.

Kaen didnt stop her abuse, however. She always has manipulated the kids, but she does more now that Grillby isnt around. She even went as far as to change Fuku's legal name to Fuku Fire, her former surname, in order to shape her into the way SHE wanted and to then live through her instead. One thing you say that's good is she at least respected Fuku's gender identity and never deadnamed I guess......? As for Heats, she didn't really care for what he did.

Grillby didn't see the abuse until she left. He didn't understand it when Sans would tell him she was always a toxic person(he just didn't know how to make her leave without her hurting his friend in the process, thats why he never siad anything). Grillby shut himself out of other's lives. Stopped worked the grill for a while. Continued to remain mute as he still felt like a majority of what happened was his fault. His family reached out and he. Kind of. Got a little better. Just a little bit but it was enough for him to open the grill and cook and work the bar. He didn't talk to patrons like he used to. And he didn't personally come around to check how the food was and ask about their lives. He. Felt like he was going through the motions of it all outside of his own flames.

Things did eventually get better. He got back out with dating. He was scared to but he did it at least. He tried. Disnt turn out well a lot of times unfortunately. Some days he still couldn't muster up the strength to talk so he began using sign language, something he already knew but was fairly rusty at, but it was a pretty common language throughout the Underground so at least he didnt have much tibworry about. He is, however, worried for his children and desperately would love to see them. He has heard Fuku started highschool and Heats is doing pretty great in middle school, which honestly keeps him going.

But its still hard. Sometimes he'll hear Kaen's harsh words and believe them all over again...

#undertale #undertale headcanons #undertale grillby #undertale oc #ask #manipulation tw #abuse tw

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dancingthesambaa · 3 years

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The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 4

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black-furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 4: Ramen Noodles for the Soul

There was a battle commencing as two shadows faced off against each other, one being a ghastly figure that had the body of a tiger, but nine human heads with elongated necks and the other was a petite woman and all she had with her was a fan. The dark area surrounding them was riddled with buildings ripped apart and the still bodies of people then the beast lunged at her with a silent roar.

“The Kaiming Shou ran first as they viciously tried to strike the Geisha down,” the voice said as the creature was about to tackle her down, “but she was too quick for him,” the woman elegantly dodged as she leaped into the air.

“The woman was through with the beast wanton destruction so with her aim true she cut off the first head,” the woman fan opened and it had cut off one of the creature heads. “And then the second,” the next head soon plopped to the floor as she continued that action until she was left with only a headless body, “until finally none remained and with a flick of her fan,” The Geisha’s eyes seemed to narrow minutely as she gently waved her fan to the beast and it erupted in a gulf of blackened flames. “they had burned into the nothingness.”

The scene then transformed into one of peace, the bodies and destruction vanished and in its place, a field of flowers had grown next to a rustling town.

“No one knows exactly where the Geisha had gone nor who she was, but that had no purpose in the townspeople's eyes as they were grateful for saving them in their time of need,” the voice continued as the villagers all bowed to the field of flowers. “So they tell this story, not in hopes of finding who she was, but rather to tell all that if you ever happen to meet the valiant woman that saved them from ruins, to kindly welcome her with open arms.” The scene faded to black and a few seconds later a round of applause erupted with cheers quickly pursuing.

The voice took off his hood and gave a mock bow to the audience as made his way off the stage to let the next person go.

“Mac, why are you such a hard act to follow,” one of the performers sighed as he walked towards the stage, “you know everything after yours is gonna be less than mediocre.”

“Then get good,” he smirked.

“Maybe you're just too good,” he playfully punched the monkey's shoulder as he went to the stage to set up.

“That was awesome!” A young boy bolted from his seat as he collided into Macaque, “super cool!”

“Thanks kiddo,” he said as he lifted him off the ground and tucked him under his arm, “now let’s find your sister before she rips off your head.”

“Pfft, Yan Yan won’t be too-,”

“BAO!” A voice sternly called out and he could feel the boy shrink.

“Shit,” he muttered as he soon saw his sister followed by his brothers and sisters and a certain Jellyfish demon, “double shit.”

“Thank you for finding him Mackey, your plays are marvelous as always,” the bluenette woman gave a quick smile to her former teacher and her eyes pivoted on her idiot brother as it tightened, “as for you.”

“I love you very much,” Bao said with puppy dog eyes and a pout as soon as he was let down.

“Really,” Bohai deadpanned as one of the children began to play with his tendrils.

“Cute, but that stopped working a long time ago,” she instead began to lecture him on the dangers of leaving without telling anyone as they all left, some even complimenting him on his play as they walked by.

“Yan is really protective when it comes to them,” Mei hummed out as she dragged MK by the sleeve of his purple jacket, who was morning.

“You should see when they go out in the street, that’s a right nightmare,” he said as he tied his fluffy mane of fur back up in a ponytail. “Swear the only reason she is friends with Bohai is that he can help wrangle all those kids.”

“Soooo, I didn’t know you were such a theater nerd,” she mischievously grinned. She was excited to find out that the tough, grumpy monkey actually had a love for the theatrics and voluntarily went out from time to time to play at the theater. She teased him endlessly for this the second she found out about it.

“Dad likes his dramatics,” MK unhelpfully replied as he crossed his arms.

“What’s got you so moody,” the father asked and all he got was a groan in response.

“Someone dropped all of his snacks and he won’t stop whining about it,” she teased him.

“My caramel popcorn was in there!” He dramatically cried out and fell to his knees. “All that delicious goodness! Gone!”

“How about ol doc over here can take us to this amazing noodle shop I know,” Mei patted his shoulder.

“Really?” He looked up at her with hope.

“I am?” Mac quirked one of his eyebrows.

“Yes, because you don’t want two poor children to go hungry,” the fourteen year old put her hands on her head in a faint.

“I am soo hungry,” MK flopped on the ground to emphasize both of their points.

“I guess if I have to,” he begrudgingly agreed in a mocking tone as the two teenagers cheered.

“I’m telling you, this place's noodles are simply to die for,” Mei said as they approached a restaurant called Pigsy Noodles.

“I’ll take your word for it,” the monkey demon shrugged as Mei opened the doors wide open and they heard a friendly voice greet them.

“Welcome to Pigsy Noodles!” They saw a short pig in an apron turn around to face the group, “How can I help-,” he paused for a moment as he stared not at the kids, but rather at the monkey that was accompanying them. He didn’t know why, he never met the chimp before, but something felt a bit...off about that simian.

He wasn’t the only one as Macaque felt almost a tinge of tension, now he met all types of Pig demons, but he has never felt one so similar to Zhu Baije before.

It was a tense stand-off before Mei butted in, “We are here for your finest noodles! I promised MK here that yours is simply the best!”

This snapped the pig out in an instant as he smiled at the two, “well of course it is, come and sit. I’ll have the menu out in a jiffy,” he gave a nod and turned to grab the items.

The three sat down and the monkey gave a quick once over on Pigsy, both physically and spiritually, and relaxed once he realized that, no this was not the original Zhu Baije, it was just someone that had an eerie likeness to him. But he still kept a careful eye out to him and he knew that Pigsy was doing the same as he kept glancing over to him from time to time as he prepared another customer's food.

“Mmmm, this is good!” MK said as he slurped some of the noodles.

“What’d I tell you,” Mei said with her mouth full of Yao mein.

Macaque mentally agreed as he sat in between the both of them and silently ate his food.

“Many thanks from such esteemed customers,” the pig demon jokingly said.

“It’s quite good,” another voice added, though this time Pigsy's smile quickly turned to irritation at that voice.

“It's better to be the best damn thing you have eaten with the number of times you don’t pay freeloader,” he said.

“Ah, but isn’t the knowledge of my experience of my worldly knowledge of the unknowns, myths, and truth that surround our world. Whether it comes from the depths below to the heavens high in the sky, truly that is the greatest substance of all ” the man mysteriously says as his glasses almost glinted.

“Is it money,” Pigsy deadpanned.

“No,” the aura of mystery that surrounded him suddenly dissipated as he sheepishly grins.

“Then I don’t care!”

“What kind of unknown?” MK perked up as he turned to look at the stranger. “Is it cool? Are they adventures?”

“How about fights? Are there lots of action packed ones filled with danger and mysteries?!” Mei joined in as she got interested as well.

“All of that and more,” the stranger hopped into the chance to tell some of the stories that he had uncovered. “You have all heard the tale of the Legendary Monkey King, correct?”

“Yeah!” They both excitedly cheered but paused as they glanced back to Macaque who was still eating.

“As long as you don't up and leave the restaurant, you can listen,” he waved them off very much knowing why they looked to him in the first place. “Get me another bowl please,” Mac said to Pigsy as he handed him some money.

The pig just nodded as he turned his back to start up another bowl.

The two smiled at him and rushed off to hear the stories on the other end of the counter and that left both Pigsy and Macaque alone together, who both silently decided that it would be best to passively listen to the story than talk to each other.

“-and legends say, that only one with vast knowledge and strength are the only ones they can create the mystical pills of immortality,” Tang mysteriously said as the mythical book was laid out between them.

“So only people with amazing powers can do that!” MK’s eyes widened. “So cool!”

“Or they can just steal it, like the Monkey King,” Mei grinned.

“Or that too,” Tang nodded to her, “but even that was a feat in itself that he had managed to successfully procure such valuable items in that time frame.”

“Man it must be tough to find them all,” MK said.

“It is, some are deep under the seas where only the legendary dragons dwell, another is high up on the mountain tops where you have to pluck it just right or else you have to wait for eons before trying but want to know a secret,” Tang leaned in.

“Yeah,” they whispered and followed suit.

“There is said to be a plant in the Plum Blossom forest that is an ingredient to make the Pills, but no one has yet to find it,” the man happily stated as he began to talk, not knowing of the two nervous glances as they forced themselves not to turn around to a certain monkey.

Macaque only grinned into his cup once he heard that, but Pigsy scoffed.

“Sounds like a bunch of nonsense to me,” he said as he wiped down the counters.

“Well every myth has a fraction of the truth,” he rebutted, “so I’m not giving up my exploration yet.”

“You visit the forest?” Mei curiously asked.

“I try to go as much as I can, but not just for the plants, there is rumored to be all types of different mythical creatures and spirits that wander in the forest,” Tang excitedly said.

“Oh really,” MK forced out with a pained grin, Mei was the same as she had seen some of them when she slept over one day. “That sounds really cool.”

“So,” the pigtailed girl tried to redirect the conversation, “I want to hear more about the Monkey King or any other gods, please.”

“Well I do have one in mind,” the man's eyes lit up as he flipped through the pages.

The two kids have a sigh of relief.

“The Six Eared Macaque is an interesting one.”

And immediately they both tensed back up.

“He is a demon that has caused mass confusion throughout history as no historian can agree which version is correct,” he landed on a page with a shadowed monkey with glowing violet eyes that seemed to bore into them.

“Oh, well-,” MK was cut off by Tang as he went on.

“Is he this one-note villain that simply stood in the Monkey King way or is he more of the mischievous trickster that helped wandering souls against vengeful beings and healed those when they asked. Is he both? If so, was he the healer before or after the Journey? If before then why did he decide to attack the Monkey King? If after, how did he survive that last attack? There are just too many questions that surround the origin of the Six-Eared Macaque, it’s truly quite fitting due to his nature.”

“It really is,” Mei gritted her teeth and slowly turned to face said Monkey demon, “hey Ma-I mean fluffy, I think it’s time we head home, right MK.”

“Yes we do,” he robotically said as the two made their way back to him.

“Oh is it getting late?” Tang blinked, “I didn’t even realize it.”

“It’s all good,” Macaque smirked as he ruffled the two heads, “nice stories.”

“History you mean,” he gave a wide smile, “besides, they were very good listeners…sorry I didn't catch your name?”

“Macaque,” he happily ignored the kid's panicked stares at him.

The man looked at him for a solid minute before laughing, “like the Six Eared Macaque! What a strange coincidence.”

“It sure is,” he smirked.

“Your parents must have loved the myths then,” he wiped a tear.

He shrugged, “it came along the way.”

Tang was a bit confused by that, but before he could ask the monkey he put a hand on both of the teenager’s shoulders and they seemed to vanish the next moment.

“…alright I’m not even gonna question how,” Pigsy grumbled as he continued cleaning.

“He vanished like a thief in the night,” Tang said in amusement.

“At least this thief paid for his food,” the pig grumbled then he noticed that there was some money with a note. Pigsy took a glance at the message and he gave a slight grin, “congratulations Tang, I won’t be on your ass today about your meal.”

“Huh, but you never let go of a chance to put it over my head?” The historian questioned as he walked over.

“Well you can thank their dad,” the pig demon showed him the note and he read it.

Thanks for keeping them entertained, food is on me.

“Well that is nice of him,” he smiled, “I hope they come back sometimes.”

“Hmph, any paying customers are more than welcome,” the pig said as he continued his cleaning, while the historian was more than happy as he continued to eat.

It was the middle of the day and both kids had their designated classes, whether online or home tutoring, and he was currently plucking out some of the weeds from a batch of Morning Glories when he saw the flowers bloom. “Back again already crackpot,” he called out as he took out one of the longer weeds he was plucking out of his mouth.

A croaky voice with a laugh, “what can I say, I can’t stay away from your glowing personality.”

He rolled his eyes as he stood up and turned to meet a balding old man with frizzy red hair and no shoes on his feet, “fuck off.”

The old man gave him a toothy grin as he flopped to the ground, poured a cup of wine, and held it out to the monkey.

“A bit too early for a drink there Shen,” he mused as he took the cup from his hand and sat next to him.

“It’s late somewhere else,” he chuckled and leaned back against one of the Plum trees.

“Yeah yeah,” he waved him off and took a sip of the drink, “don’t you get tired of drinking the same shit every time?”

“Yep,” Shen said.

“And you're still not gonna switch it out any time soon?”

“Nope,” he grinned and took a swing.

“You know one day you’re gonna tell me what the hell this is,” he grumbled in his drink.

“Not on my life.”

“Thought so.”

“Hey Dad,” MK called out as he entered the infirmary, “do you know where-,” he paused as he saw that he wasn’t alone.

“Didn’t expect you to have a hatchling,” the large alligator demon said, or what he assumed was an alligator as he looked almost similar to a ghost but in blue.

“Not most do,” Mac said as he picked out a violet plant and started to look it up in a book.

“Uhhhh,” his mind was running a mile a minute trying to come up with what was happening. “Sorry?”

He waved him off, “just be glad it wasn’t surgery.”

“So what is going on?” He asked as he slowly closed the door behind him.

“Just whipping up an antidote for him,” he hummed out.

“I didn’t know ghosts needed medicine.”

“Not a ghost,” the alligator muttered.

“Huh?”

“What he means is that he’s in his corporeal form,” Mac further explained as he began to dice up the plant. “Had to with the amount of poison in his system, so I just placed him in the lamp as usual.”

“Poison!? Lamp?!” He said in alarm.

“…oh I guess you have never seen it before, hold on.” Mac finished placing the last ingredient inside, stirred it, and let it simmer. He turned to the alligator, “want to rest or free roam?”

“Rest,” he said.

The monkey complied as he used his tail to grab a lantern and in the next moment, the transparent demon was gone.

“What is that?” MK went forward to get a better look.

“This is the Shadow Lamp, it allows me to store people's bodies in there, which puts said bodies in a stasis thus allowing me plenty of time to make the medicine needed.”

“Oh, so it’s like a fancy tool to help patients! Why don’t all doctors have this?”

“Cause originally this was not a medical tool,” he explained as he carefully set the lamp down.

“A weapon? How?” He tilted his head, he didn’t see how a lamp can cause harm.

“It was used to suck the bodies in the lamp, but be able to control their shadow against their own will,” he inwardly chuckled at MK's shocked face.

“What?! That can happen?!”

“Yep.”

“But wait?” He backtracked as he looked at the lamp, “if it’s so dangerous why are you using it?”

“At the end of the day, a weapon is just a tool,” he quietly said, “it doesn’t have any emotions, no attachments, no moral conceptions, it’s just a tool that anyone can use. It’s the one who uses the weapon that determines how the tool can be used.”

“Really?”

Macaque paused as he looked into MK bright eyes, he gave a small smile.

“Really.”

He put away his supplies and safety materials before ruffling MK’s long hair. “Now how about you tell me what you were originally here for nightlight.”

“Oh right! Do you know where the spare water bottles are? The others have holes punctured in them.”

“Damnit Minsheng,” Mac pinched his nose, “they should be in the bottom cabinet by the fridge.”

“Thanks!” He said as he left the infirmary, “Want me to bring you anything?”

“No, I’ll be a bit busy,” he muttered as he took out his phone, “I have a few arrangements to make, specifically with some glue, rope, and a whole lot of glitter.

“Hey Pigsy!” MK hollered out as he walked into the shop, “the usual please!”

“Coming right up,” the pig grinned as he was already preparing his order.

The fifteen year old grinned as he sprawled over the counter, “Tang not here today?”

“Surprisingly no, he’s probably off at the library or some antique store,” the pig demon then noticed that he was alone, “surprised I don’t see Macaque or Mei here.”

“Well Mei wanted to pick out her future bike, so she dragged Dad over to the auto shop.”

“Auto Shop? For a bike?”

“Motorcycle,” he explained.

“Ah,” he nodded and placed his food in front of him, “bon appetit.”

“Thank you!” He cheerfully replied as he dug into his food.

Pigsy just grins at the boy as he was about to go back to cleaning up since MK was the only one in, but he paused as a probing thought couldn’t leave his mind. He knows it wasn’t any of his business and he hasn’t seen anything damaging nor even concerning, but his damn gut has been bothering him ever since he laid eyes on him. “So kid.”

“Hm?” MK looked up as some noodles were hanging from his mouth.

“I'm a bit curious about your old man, he isn’t the chattiest bunch and I’m a bit curious at what he does,” he casually asks.

“He’s a doctor!”

“Really?” Now that was a surprise, he was betting on being some sort of martial arts teacher.

“Really! He’s super smart and a bunch of people and demons go to him, he’s even had a student before.”

“Huh, doesn’t seem like the type to take on a student.”

“No, but she was really persistent,” he grinned at the understatement.

“I bet.”

“Though he is a bigggg worrywart,” he leaned back from his chair.

“He is?”

“Oh yeah, like there was this one time when I was ten that I scraped my finger against a really thorny plant and when I yelled out, he instantly picked me up and started to treat my entire arm as he tried to find out if the plant was poisonous while asking me if I had a fever, nausea or any other symptoms and during that entire time I was not let down,” he deadpanned.

He snorted at the image, “that certainly is unexpected.”

“He also sometimes performs shadow plays at the theater.”

“Flair for the dramatics,” he quirked his eyebrow.

“Like you wouldn’t believe it,” he nodded.

Pigsy chuckled, “makes me wonder how he met your mother then.” Though he stopped as he saw MK fell silent and his face flushed. “…did I say something wrong?”

His head shot up and he shook his hands, “No! Nothing! You said nothing wrong! Well-actually a bit, but not anything mean! It’s just that-well he…adopted me.” He couldn’t help the grin that formed on his face.

“Oh-shit, I’m sorry that was really callous of me,” he winced, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“My loss?” His grin faded at the unusual statement.

“Your parents,” he clarified.

“Oh,” face completely slack and blank, “they're not dead.”

Pigsy’s eyes blinked, “Oh,” then he came to the realization of just what he meant and his voice and face dropped, “oh.”

MK gave a sad little smile, “Yeah, he actually found me in a back alley when it was about to rain and he adopted me from that point on. He may not be blood related to me, but he’s still my dad.”

The pig smiles and begins to heat some noodles, “and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, you want some more? This one is on the house.”

“Yes please!” He perked up.

Pigsy couldn’t help but give a wide smile at the child's affectionate nature, it was contagious.

‘Glad for my gut to be wrong for once,’ he mentally thought as he poured the soup in, ‘he just looks like the usual jackasses you see in the underbelly, but he’s just a protective bastard for his kid…kids, half sure that he practically adopted girlie.’ He should ask the monkey next time he comes in, it would be hilarious to see his reaction…damnit Tang has infected him.

Macaque was standing in front of the two teenagers in one of the forest's many clearings, “So after much deliberation, I decided to finally teach you how to actually fight.”

“I told you we would wear him down eventually,” Mei nudged MK, but they were both caught off guard when their feet were swept under them and they fell on their butts.

“First lesson, don’t let your guard down,” he said as his tail gently swished behind him, “that is the height of stupidity that will get you killed.”

“Noted,” they both groaned.

“Now,” he waited for a bit for them to get on their feet, “I can’t promise you that I am an expert on martial arts, most of my moves are just street fighting, but I can promise you that by the time I’m done with you guys, you will actually have a chance to put up a fight.”

MK and Mei listen intently.

“Mei,” she perks up, “I know your family has some sort of dragon ancestor right?”

“Oh yeah! The Great Dragon of the West Sea,” she proudly stated.

Macaque could only blink at the irony as he quickly realized just who her ancestor, or rather the son of the said ancestor, was, “Nope, not going to open that can of worms,” he muttered. “But yes that, and I believe that you have already looked through some of the martial arts teachings that was formed by him?”

“Yeahhh, but I’m having real trouble with actually learning some of the moves,” she nervously chuckled.

“That’s cause it shares the same qualities as Tai Chi, though with much serpentine movement, I have fought quite a few with that kind of style and usually two things stand out to me, they are quick and accurate.”

“Like a snake,” she nodded.

“Like a snake,” he agreed, “I can definitely teach a few off of the top of my head, but it would probably be best if I see a few of your scrolls at a later point so I can demonstrate.”

“Hell yeah!” She pumped her fist in the air.

“Alright, MK,” his head perked up at the call of his name, “you have zero knowledge of any type of fighting.”

He deflated at that.

“Which makes it easier to incorporate my style onto you.”

He instantly inflated back up.

“If there is one thing I have learned in all my years of fighting is-,” he vanished from view and both kids scrambled forward to escape being surprised from behind, only to be startled when they found their heads being gently pushed down from above and they were once again sprawled out.

“Be unpredictable,” he cheekily stated as he landed back down.

“Why do I get the feeling that we’re going to be falling down a lot,” MK said as he lifted his face off the grass.

“I have a feeling you're right,” Mei muttered as she laid flat on her back.

“Like I said, welcome to your first class my unruly disciples,” he gave the most shit eating grin, “you have a lot to learn.”

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“Letters to Charlie”

Summary: A selection of letters from Ron to his brother Charlie, throughout Ron's first four years at Hogwarts. Includes some mild Romione mentions.

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[1st October 1991]

Dear Charlie,

How are things at the reserve? You said in your last letter that you’ve been getting a lot more burns than normal; have you asked mum for her recipe on salves?

Anyway, I’m settling in okay at Hogwarts. Really glad I was in Gryffindor; my friend Harry was really worried about it, I think. He’s doing fine, but I wish everyone would stop gawking at him all the time. He’s a good bloke; bit quiet but, considering what his aunt and uncle seem to be like, that’s not surprising.

Also, there’s this girl in our class who’s pretty annoying. She treats everyone like they’re idiots and she’s such a teacher’s pet! Her name’s Hermione Granger, and she’s always butting in whenever me and Harry are chatting. She’s not all bad, but I wish she wouldn’t be so uptight about everything. You’d think that someone with hair that bushy would be a bit more fun-loving, but she’s very straightlaced. But I saw her laughing the other day at a joke I made, so maybe she’s not so serious all the time? She has a cute nice laugh.

Don’t tell the twins I said that, or they’ll never stop going on about it.

Anyway, hope you’re okay and that everyone at the reserve is doing fine,

Love,

Ron

[12th November 1991]

Dear Charlie,

Glad to hear that that the Common Welsh Green pair are doing okay. Things have gotten pretty weird at Hogwarts; someone (probably Peeves) let a troll into the castle at Halloween! Me and Harry had to rescue Hermione Granger from the troll; she covered for us, so we didn’t get punished. McGonagall even gave us some points for Gryffindor!

Hermione’s alright, I think. Bit intense, but she’s not as stuffy as I thought. I mean, it was kind-of my fault that she ended up getting caught by the troll, so I’m glad she didn’t hold a grudge about it. She’s always asking me about stuff, probably because she’s never grown up in a magical family. You wouldn’t think it if you saw her in class, though; she gets so many questions right and she’s apparently memorised the textbooks! Barmy, I know, but she’s alright.

Speaking of dragons, do you know if there’s any way of getting a baby one out of the country? Hagrid has a baby Norwegian Ridgeback in his house, but it’s dangerous for the baby to stay here.

Love,

Ron

[16th August 1992]

Dear Charlie,

We managed to rescue Harry from the Dursleys! Mum went mad when we got back, but no harm done. Harry’s aunt and uncle had bars put on his window! I told mum we had to get him out quick; good thing I noticed he wasn’t responding to my letters. Apparently, a house-elf was trying to stop him going back to Hogwarts; weird, right?

Hermione’s saying that she’s hoping to meet up with us in Diagon Alley; I hope so. It’ll be nice to see her again. Apparently, she’s already done all her homework, but that’s what she’s like. What do you think I should get her for her birthday? I asked Harry, but he suggested one of the textbooks (the poor bloke’s never had to buy any presents for anyone ever). I was thinking maybe some of her favourite long-lasting quills, but I’m not sure. Do you reckon I should get her something more… girly? Her best mates are two blokes, so maybe she’d like something to make it clear that I we don’t just see her as another boy? What do you think?

I’m looking forward to Hogwarts this year; hopefully, it should be a bit quieter than last year. How’s your summer been going? You mentioned about the Chinese Fireball having fang rot; has that been fixed yet, or is she still having troubles?

Hope all’s good with you,

Love,

Ron

[6th January 1993]

Dear Charlie,

You’ve probably heard the news already about the attacks happening at Hogwarts. The teachers don’t seem to know who’s doing it. Me, Harry, and Hermione have been trying to figure things out, but we haven’t got any leads lately. We thought it might have been Malfoy, but turns out he’s not doing it (still too happy about the attacks, though, the little git!).

I’m really worried about Hermione, to be honest. The attacks are always against muggle-borns and I’m scared she’s gonna be attacked. Do you know if there’s any creature that can petrify someone? I would ask the defence teacher, but Lockhart can barely tell one end of his wand from the other. Can’t see why Hermione likes him so much; can’t she see how much of a stupid twerp he is?

Like I said before, I’m really sorry about breaking your old wand. I know you said you don’t mind and you’re just glad I was okay, but still. It keeps making weird bubbles whenever I try and cast any spells. My own fault for breaking it, I guess.

Hope you’re well,

Love,

Ron

[8th May 1993]

Dear Charlie,

Hermione got attacked. She’s been stuck in the hospital wing ever since.

I’m scared. Harry’s managing to keep his head screwed on straight, but I can’t concentrate in lessons. I keep expecting Hermione to be sat next to me, and whenever I turn to look at her, I remember where she is. All pale and cold, like she’d dead or something.

What do I do, Charlie? How do I help her?

Love,

Ron

[1st June 1993]

Dear Charlie,

Hermione’s okay! The mandrake stuff finally got given to her, and she’s back to normal! I haven’t smiled this much in months! She gave me and Harry a massive hug each when she turned up in the great hall; me and her couldn’t quite look each-other in the eye afterwards, but I think we both got a bit overwhelmed, you know?

Turns out, this was also because Lucius Malfoy was trying to stop dad’s muggle protection law being passed; people could have died!

Confused as to why none of the teachers bothered to ask Myrtle, since she was a witness to the last time the chamber has been opened, but I guess we’ll never know. Were the teachers like this when you were here?

Anyway, got to go; I insisted that Hermione play some chess with me, since our exams have been cancelled (can you guess which Gryffindor was upset about that?).

Love,

Ron

[3rd September 1993]

Dear Charlie,

We’re all settling back in at Hogwarts; I’m still using those quills you got me in Egypt (thanks again, by the way). Everyone’s talking about Sirius Black, and Malfoy won’t stop being smug about how he knows something we don’t (arrogant little twerp as always).

Hermione’s cat is a bloody nightmare; he’s spent every evening trying to get at Scabbers, but Hermione won’t hear a word against him! Honestly, I don’t get why she can’t just keep the cat away when I ask her to. But she’s always had this thing about being right about everything, so it’s not unsurprising. I just wish she’d stop acting like it’s normal; Hedwig’s been around for three years, and she’s never attacked Scabbers!

Having said that, the first Hogsmeade visit is something to look forward to. It’s gonna be a bit different because Harry can’t go (his aunt and uncle refused to sign his form), but me and Hermione are going to make sure we take back lots of stuff for him so he doesn’t feel left out.

I am a little nervous about going, though; me and Hermione spend loads of time together, so why would this be any different? Probably nothing. Maybe it’s just because we’re bickering more because of our pets? Yeah, that sounds about right. I’ve already got her birthday present, so hopefully she’s not too angry at me and won’t mind me giving her a present.

Let me know how the Chinese Fireball baby is doing,

Love,

Ron

[4th January 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Hermione just can’t keep her nose out of things! She reported Harry’s firebolt to McGonagall, and now it’s been confiscated! She says it’s because it could have been sent by Sirius Black. I know that’s a possibility, but she didn’t need to go behind Harry’s back about it!

I swear, this girl is driving me nuts!

Love,

Ron

[13th February 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Me and Hermione have made things up; she even apologised about Scabbers. She must have been really upset, because she started crying and hugged me! Is it normal to get all flustered when a girl hugs you? Cause it didn’t the same as it did when she hugged me at the end of second year.

You’ve probably heard from Hagrid about Buckbeak being executed. We’re trying to get an appeal plea sorted; it’s mostly me and Hermione doing it, since Harry’s got other stuff to worry about. It’s nice being friends with Hermione again; I hated it when we weren’t speaking. It’s still a bit awkward (we both can’t quite look each other in the eye at times), but that’s probably normal, given what’s happened.

Remember to put that salve mum made on your new scars,

Love,

Ron

[14th July 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Hope you’re enjoying the summer so far; it’ll be great to see you again, mum’s organising the room situation, so I think you’re sharing with Bill. Can’t wait for the world cup! Do you think Ireland will win against Bulgaria? I’ve been saving my pocket money all summer for it, so I can buy some souvenirs! Are you gonna bring some stories about the dragons when you get here?

Mum’s said I can invite Harry and Hermione over, and they’ll be coming to the world cup with us! It’ll be brilliant to see them again; Harry deserves a break from those horrible people he lives with, and Hermione could do with a break from work in general (she’s already finished all her summer homework, but that’s what she’s like).

It’ll be great to have both of them here for the summer; I hope Hermione doesn’t mind sharing with Ginny, since Gin’s more of a Quidditch-head than Hermione is. Mum keeps on at me to tidy my room before Hermione arrives, but it’s not as if she’s staying in my room, is it?

I did clean up my room a bit, though. Hermione’s a bit funny about mess, and I don’t want her to think I’m a slob.

See you soon,

Love,

Ron

[30th October 1994]

Dear Charlie,

I’m still angry at mum, dad, and Bill for keeping us in the dark about the Triwizard Tournament; half the other kids from wizarding families knew! Speaking of the Tournament, the students from the other schools have arrived. You won’t believe it but Viktor Krum’s a student at Durmstrang! He’s a bit grouchy looking, but I guess he gets sick of people treating him different all the time. I didn’t know he was eighteen; he looks way older. The Slytherins are trying to cosy up to him, but he’s knows exactly what they’re doing; I saw him telling a few of them off for being unpleasant to the muggle-born first years. So I guess he’s alright.

The students from Beauxbatons are all nice enough but one of the girls has some sort of Veela charm thing. Hermione keeps glaring at me whenever I get caught in it, but it’s hardly my fault, is it? Harry gets affected too, but does she yell at him? No, of course she doesn’t. I swear, Hermione’s been weird ever since the term started; the other week I caught her staring at my hands for no reason. She got all flustered when she saw I’d noticed, and yelled at me to concentrate on my work. I’m worried about her. Did that ever happen between you and your friends at school? Is this something that happens around our age? I know that mum said things start to change after you get into your teenage years.

Speaking of change, I hope I can get some new dress robes before I ever have to wear these ones. Do you think Bill has any old ones he can let me borrow? I don’t get why mum didn’t just remove the lace and change the colour. I was going to ask Hermione to do it, but I don’t want her to think I’m whining. I just wish I could have some decent robes like all the other boys have. I know money’s tight at the moment, but even the twins have got alright-looking robes to wear I’d feel a lot better if I wasn’t stuck wearing rubbishy clothes for once.

Apparently, the tournaments due to start tomorrow evening. Me and Harry did have a think about entering, but it’s probably too high security. Fred and George said they’re gonna enter, because they turn seventeen in April, so they won’t need to use much aging potion. Should be interesting to see whether they succeed. I just hope we get a decent Hogwarts champion; Cedric Diggory’s alright, but half the girls get giggly over him and it’s bloody annoying. Hermione says it’s because he’s a prefect, but she’s a bit funny like that. If I ever end up a prefect, I bet I wouldn’t have girls giggling and getting flustered about me.

Got to go now; Hermione said she wants to go over our Transfiguration homework in the common room.

Love,

Ron

[25th November 1994]

Dear Charlie,

You should have told me you’d be here for the first task! I know it was secret, but it would have been nice to catch up! Glad the trip over was safe and that the dragons are all okay. That Hungarian Horntail was a nasty piece of work; Harry almost got hit by it!

Speaking of which, me and Harry are best mates again. I’m glad; it was miserable when we weren’t speaking. Funnily enough, he said he didn’t even need an apology; just told me to forget about it. Weird bloke, but it’s great to be friends with him again. Hermione got all teary and told us we were being stupid, but she’s never really understood things like this, so there you go.

Love,

Ron

[17th December 1994]

Dear Charlie,

Glad to hear the dragons got safely back to Romania with no issues. I almost wish I was there instead; ever since this ball thing got announced, half the school’s gone mad about it. Everyone’s asking everyone to it, and I don’t get it. Why can’t we all just go as friends and have fun? But the boys keep going on about dates, so I said I best go with someone good-looking. Yes, I know it’s dumb, but how else will I get everyone to not laugh at my robes? I even asked McGonagall if I could go in my school ones, but she insisted that I use my official dress robes (although she did look sympathetic while she said it, so I guess she understood where I was coming from).

Flitwick’s doing alterations to people’s robes, but he was so swamped with requests that there isn’t any room for me to get mine changed. I swear, I can’t wait until the ball is done and I won’t have to worry about this stuff anymore.

I’d happily stay behind in Gryffindor Tower with the first, second and third years, but I can’t leave Harry in the lurch. He’s got to be there to open the ball, and it wouldn’t be fair to leave him on his own; the poor bloke isn’t good with crowds, especially since half of the school still gawks at his scar every day.

Hermione doesn’t seem to take much interest in the ball, so maybe she’s also planning on staying behind. She got angry at me when I mentioned about going with a pretty girl, which is understandable (it was a dumb thing to say). Hopefully, she’ll have forgiven me by the time Christmas swings around, and we can just go and have fun at the ball. Just as friends, obviously. Maybe if we’re having a laugh, I won’t have to think about my robes looking so awful.

Love,

Ron

[27th December 1994]

Dear Charlie,

I swear, if I ever have to go to another ball again, it’ll be too soon! Hermione’s still angry at me about it; which makes sense, since I was a bit of an arse. But, well, she went with Krum! Seriously, he’s eighteen and she’s barely fifteen! Why didn’t any of the teachers think that was creepy? Why was I the only person who got irritated by it? Is it really so bad that I don’t want my friend being pursued by some creepy eighteen-year-old git? I know what the twins are saying about it, but it’s alright for them, isn’t it? They had decent robes and could actually ask a girl without the girl glaring at them like they’d only just realised the girl was a girl! Gits. They don’t get it.

Ginny had a nice time with Neville, at the very least. Neville’s a good bloke, and I’m glad he treated her well. Apparently, she borrowed a dress off a friend for the ball. I wish I was shorter so I could have just borrowed something off Harry; that would have at least made things a bit easier. Then I wouldn’t have already been a bad mood before we even got to the ball.

Seriously, I’m never wearing those robes again. I don’t care what mum says, I’d rather go in my normal school ones that those frilly disasters.

Me and Hermione are being more polite to each other than normal, which is probably for the best. I hate the fact that I got so angry at her, but I’ve learnt now to not act like that again. I mean, considering she got Krum, I don’t think she’ll need to worry about me acting like that again. It wasn’t as if she even said she wanted to go with me, either; how was I supposed to know? I’m not a mind-reader!

Hope your Christmas is going better than mine, and thank you for the burn-proof socks; they’ll come in handy against the Skrewts.

Love,

Ron

[27th February 1995]

Dear Charlie,

It was nice getting some of the limelight for a while; everyone was asking me about what it was like during the second task. I even had Padma Patil hanging on to my every word about it; I even managed to apologise to her properly for being such a berk at the ball (she was my dance partner, but we didn’t do any dancing). She seemed pretty okay with it.

Fleur Delacour (you remember, the champion who used the calming charm on her dragon in the first task) is being very nice lately; I think she got the impression me and Harry helped saved her sister in the second task. She even gave me a kiss on the cheek after we were all out of the lake! It’s nice to get attention from girls for a change.

Funnily enough, Hermione get glaring at me for the rest of the day. Funny how it’s fine for her to get attention from boys (that creep Krum had her as the person he’d miss the most; they’ve only been to the Yule ball together, the pervy git!), but I can’t do so much as talk to other girls without getting the cold treatment from her. Barmy as ever, but that’s what she’s like.

I think Harry’s really happy about the tournament just having one task left; at this point, I just hope he gets through it with no injuries or anything. Poor bloke’s had another rough year, and I hope he can take it easy after this is all over.

I wonder what I’ll get for my birthday this year. You think Hermione will get me anything? She’s so irritable lately that I wouldn’t be surprised if she just gets me a card and some chocolate frogs. Given what’s happened between us lately, that sounds about as much as I can hope for.

At least we’re still friends, though. I’m not that much of an idiot that I’d stop talking to her over this. I almost lost one friend this year; I don’t want the same thing happening with Hermione.

Love,

Ron

[29th June 1995]

Dear Charlie,

Harry left the hospital wing a few days ago. Me and Hermione are trying to help him as best we can, but the poor bloke still’s struggling. I’m not surprised, considering what he went through.

Dumbledore’s said that things are already changing. I just hope he knows what to do. But he’s still saying that Harry needs to go back to the Dursleys this summer. I hope we can pick him up as soon as possible; Harry’s relatives are bloody horrible.

After the third task, me and Hermione stayed up in the common room. We’ve both said we’re gonna help Harry with whatever happens in future. She also hugged me before she went to bed. It was different this time. It seemed like neither of us wanted to let go.

Stay safe,

Love,

Ron

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The Unexpected Encounter

Part One: The Blessing in Disguise

Pairings: Finn Wolfhard × The Reader

Story Summary: You are a runaway from a turmoil household. On your journey of self discovery, you meet someone who will love you more than you have ever known and felt before.

Warnings: cussing, angst, mentions of family trauma and alcoholism but only in the beginning

Word Count over 1k

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Today. Today was supposed to be a good day. Today, is my eighteenth birthday. Today is my day, but of course, my parents had to ruin it in some way, shape, or form. All i wanted to do was go out to my favorite restaurant, open up two presents that i asked for, and then see my friends to end off the day. But no. My father, didn't allow it to go that smoothly.

"You aren't hangin' around those freaks Y/n-" he shouted at me after i asked him if i could go out tonight.

"They aren't freaks!"

"Oh please, open your fucking eyes Y/n! Anyone that dresses like them aren't right in the head!" He was referring to all black outfits, dark makeup and different colored hair that isn't societally approved in my small town.

"Just because you don't like them, doesn't mean that i don't! I love them-they're all i have!"

"You have us." My mother butted in, infuriating me even more.

"No i don't mom. You are never home, dad is an alcoholic and treats us like we are shit beneath his fucking boots!"

"Watch your damn mouth-"

"No, I'm done. I'm leaving." I start to head towards my room to gather my things that i still had packed from my first attempt of running away.

"Y/n, please. This will only make things worse!"

"Worse?! How can it get any worse? All i wanted to do was spend time with you guys, and dad couldn't even do that for me!" Tears started forming now, looking at my father that is emotionless. He chose to go to the bar as soon as it opened instead of spending time with me on my 'special day.' "And now i can't even see the only people that actually love me?" She says nothing. "I'm leaving. I will stay in touch with you mama, but i can't stay here anymore." To much of my surprise, she doesn't stop me. Nor does she even protest. My father, on the other hand, grabs my arm and squeezes it tightly.

"Let me go!" My mother intervened and he eventually let me go. I ran out of the house, sobbing uncontrollably as i hear my father scream at my mother for letting me go. I know what he will do to her, but i need to save myself this time. I have been through too much to stay any longer. It is time to finally live my life. And i will never let anyone stop me from finding my path in life, ever again.

It is freezing as the sun goes down. Only two cars drive past me as i walk down the whimsy roads alone. My phone is on ten percent, which makes me panic. But at the same time, it doesn't at all. With no one bothering me, maybe i can clear my head. Figure out where to go next. As the hours continue, my feet feel like i have been walking for days with no socks or shoes to protect my feet from the road. So i sit down on the sidewalk, by the only store that i have seen since my left my house. My eyes grew heavy and i let the sleep take over. When i wake, i feel a tap on my shoulder. It is the store manager of the convenience store i fell asleep in front of.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" The older women asked kindly and innocently. Her eyes were glossed over with concern for me.

"Oh uhm, I-I'm so sorry. I fell asleep-"

"No no, no need to apologize..where did you come from?" She helped me to my feet by giving me her hand.

"Oh uhm, that's a long story."

"Oh okay. I've said that before, come on inside. If you can give me a few minutes, i can give you some food."

"I don't have any money."

"It's on me dear, come on." For the first time in years, i felt safe. I watch her make me a bagel with eggs and sausage on it and it takes me seconds to finish it. She was shocked but she was relieved that i ate. "Aw sweetie, you haven't eaten in a long time, have ya?"

"Not much. No time, no money."

She nods slightly, "I've been there too. It gets better honey, i promise."

"That's what I'm trying to find. The 'better.'"

"Do you have any friends, family?"

"Three friends, no family. Well, a mom but..she is in a hard place." She nods again, just listening to me intently. "But i honestly just want to start over new. Anywhere new. Meet new people."

"I hope you find it honey."

"I'm Y/n by the way." I offer her a sleepily smile and she smile back.

"I'm Mary. It's nice to meet ya." She shakes my hand.

"I should get goin'.."

"Well, at least let me give ya some food for the road." She gets interrupted by two guy's coming into the store. I notice the tallest one first and he notices me. But i look away before he thinks that I'm being too creepy.

"Uh, yeah okay. Thank you Mary. Seriously, for everything." She talked to me as she cooked my breakfast about her upbringing and how she knew what I was going through just by the way i look and act. She is the most human being that i have seen and talked to in a very long time. I watch her make a few more sandwiches for me before the guy comes up to the counter with some snacks and a few drinks in his hands. He puts all of my favorites up onto the counter and i can feel my stomach rumble for them. The other guy must have noticed me staring and he spoke.

"Hungry?"

"Huh..?"

"Are you hungry? You are staring." Shit..

"Oh yeah, sorry.. those are all my favorites that's all." I admit and the guy starts to chuckle.

"Do you want some?" He asked me.

"Really?" Mary starts to smile at me and i smile back, shocked that he even offered me anything.

"Yeah, i don't care. Just let me pay for it first, then help yourself." And he does just that. He walks closer to me and he holds out everything like its an open buffet. "Take your pick." I look up at him. He is much taller than i am and his curly hair is covering most of his brown eyes but he's wide smile is what caught my attention. I snap out of my own thoughts and take two snicker bars. I quickly open one and take a few bites and the other guy looks startled.

"What?" I asked with a mouthful.

"Nothing, you're just..really hungry!" He bursts out laughing.

"Yeah uh, sorry. I just haven't had anything like this in a while. Thank you for giving me this." He nods, "I'm Y/n."

"Finn. And this is my friend Jack."

Jack "It's nice to meet you."

"You guy's too."

Jack "So where do you live?"

"Uh hours away from here, how bout you guys."

Finn "Like a half an hour away from here. But hey, are you okay?"

"Why ya ask?" I look at Mary briefly and she does the same. Just offering me reassurance that I'm doing good.

Finn "Look, I'm not trying to be mean but, ya look like shit.." i realize that my hair is in a terrible bun and my jeans are stained and my tank top barely fits.

Jack "Dude!"

Finn "I'm asking her if she's okay, shut the fuck up!"

"Uhm," i force a chuckle, "I'm trying to figure things out right now. I've been through a lot and if you must know, i just ran away from home so, I'm not okay if I'm being completely honest." Mary smiles at me because she knows that that was hard to admit, but i did it.

Finn "Hey, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault. You just gave me my favorite candy bar..i haven't had a snickers in months so, thank you."

Finn "It's the least i can do-"

Jack "Hey, we gotta go..we're gonna be late." He cuts Finn off in a hurry.

Finn "Oh yeah-totally forgot, uhm," he bites his lip as he thinks for a moment, "here's my number." He grabs my phone from my hand, but the battery is dead.

"It's dead.."

Mary "I have a pen!" Finn thanks her and writed down his number on a little piece of paper and hands it to me.

Finn "Call me if you wanna hang out or something okay?"

"Yeah, thanks again, really.."

Finn nods and smiles, "It's nice to meet you Y/n." I say the same thing back and i watch them walk out the doors. Wishing that they didn't. And Mary watches my smile and the light in my eyes, fade.

Mary "Go after them!"

"What, no!"

Mary "Hurry, before they leave!"

"Are you crazy, i just met them!"

Mary "Yes but they just made you happy, did they not!?"

"Yes but-"

Mary "But nothing. You are looking for your path. Your new adventure. And in my opinion, God just showed you the path."

"They could be serial killers."

Mary snickers, "Well those two kids fooled me if that is true. But seriously hurry, before they leave." I think about what she said and i go for it. I hug her because she is the sweetest woman that i have ever met. "Now, come back to my little shop once you figure it all out and then tell me what you find. I'll be waiting."

"Thank you Mary, i will." And just like that, i ran out the door. With two snickers in my hand and a heart full of hope. "Hey, wait up!" I shout at the two of them just chilling in their car, about to drive off when Finn hears me.

Jack "What's up?!"

"Can i come with you?" I ask them as i hold on to the passenger side door.

Finn "Really?"

"Yeah, i don't even care where ya guys are headed to just, can i come with you?" Finn looks at Jack like, 'seriously?'. "Please..i don't have anyone else. I don't know what else to do." Finn thinks for a moment and Jack just nods and starts giggling and plants his face into the palms of his hands.

Finn eventually nods, "Get in the back." I breathe out in relief and get into the back. As i buckle up, i see Mary give me a thumbs up from in the store and my heart feels full. Once again, for the first time.

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All of the windows were down and the music was blaring. And i feel so, unbelievably free. I hang my head out of the back window like a dog enjoying it's ride, and the boys laughter fills my eardrums like the music on the radio. After a few moments of pure joy, i get back to reality.

"So, where are we headed!?" Finn lowers the music so that we don't have to shout.

Finn "We're heading to Venice!"

Jack "The beach..to be specific." He says, looking at me from over his shoulder.

"Oh, I've never been to the beach. Is it as pretty as everyone says?!" Jack's smile fades and he just looks at me with sadness in his eyes.

Jack "You've never been to the beach, any beach?"

"No." I said calmy, like it was no big deal.

Finn "Well, that's gonna change today. But first, I'm gonna get you a bathing suit."

Jack "Yeah, there's a shit-ton of stores on the way there!"

"Oh uh, you really don't have too-"

Finn "Y/n, you can't go into the ocean wearing jeans. You'll never be able to get them off. We are going." I agreed after a few more seconds of protesting. I don't feel comfortable in my own body. Another thing that i have to work on. That is why i didn't want him to buy me one, but he does. It is a plain white, two piece. Jack actually found it for me and i tried it on and, to be honest, i felt cute in it. Finn pays, which i felt awful for. This is the first day that we are together and he is paying for everything. But even if i could, i couldn't because i simply do not have any money to put out.

Finn "Here." He hands me the bag, "now, we can go to the beach." He said with a huge grin on his face.

"Thank you, i really don't know what else to say."

Finn "No need, I'm happy to do it." I smile and Jack nods.

Jack "Yeah seriously, we don't get out much so it's nice to meet new people. We are actors but-"

"Wait, you are?" They both nod, "that's so cool."

Finn chuckles, "Yeah, it has it's pros and cons but we both have a long break so, here we are."

"Well, i got lucky to meet you here before you guy's leave again."

Jack "Nah, we're the lucky ones..c'mon!" He runs off and jumps into the backseat, leaving the front seat open for me. Finn says, "I'll race ya," and he bolts to the car. No shocker, he won. He is a six foot man and i am a five foot two woman..it's inevitable. We both laugh through catching our breaths before he starts the car and starts driving again.

Jack "So, how old ya?"

"I'm Eighteen. Yesterday was my birthday actually."

Finn "What?! Happy Birthday!"

I giggle, "thank you!"

Jack "We are the same ages then!" I nod and take a drink of my water and i hang my head out the window again, inhaling deeply, the fresh cooling air. It burns but only for a moment.

"I'm so fucking grateful to have stumbled across that little convenience store and met Mary." I broke the silence, "if i hadn't-i mean, if i kept walking..i wouldn't have met her, i wouldn't have met you guys." I look at them then and they're smiling kindly, "i wouldn't be with you guys right now. Hell, I'd be walking still, not knowing where to go, who to trust."

Jack "What a coincidence huh?"

Finn "There are no such thing as coincidences Jack. Everything happens for a reason." He shouted and looked at his friend from the rearview mirror, then back to me. "But back to you, how are you feeling now?"

"Happier than I've ever been."

Finn smiles, "Okay good."

"But hey, why are you doing this for me? You barely know me."

Finn "Well, i saw a girl my age, struggling in an old store and i wanted to help. I didn't know that you were going to ask to tag along but I'm glad that you did. And i know that life isn't easy, if anything it's hard as fuck but, moments like these are what Jack and I live for. It's not for the fame or the money, it's for friends and family, loved one's we all meet along the way that we can make memories with. And i can see it in your eyes that you don't have many good memories, if any at all. So that is why I'm glad to help Y/n." I wipe the tears off of my cheeks and Jack puts his hand on my shoulder to comfort me. I was not expecting those answers and it felt like old wounds were being healed as he spoke to me. Something about Finn is special, i know it now.

"Thank you." I said as i suck up snot from crying.

Finn "You're welcome. But i am the thankful one."

Jack "Uh don't you mean 'we?'.."

Finn snickers, "Yes, we are the thankful one's."

"How?! I'm not payin for anything and I'm literally a stranger in your car."

Jack "Now, stranger isn't true. You were in the beginning but not now! You're our friend." I smile at them as we stop at a redlight. I undue my seatbelt and practically lunge myself onto Jack, embracing him as he laughs and hugs me back. I do the same to Finn and he holds me longer than Jack did, but i did not mind it at all. As he held onto me, i felt my tension in my body just release and i felt at peace. I pull back when the car behind us honks their horn and Finn flips them off, shouting out the window "we are having a moment here asshole!" The car honks again and Finn finally goes. What an unexpected encounter..that has changed my life for the better. That's it..Finn and Jack are my 'better'! Surely they are. Just like Finn said, there are no such thing as coincidences. I sit back into my seat, relaxing into the leather. Finn turns on the music and Jack starts screaming the lyrics. We burst out laughing because it was so unexpected but that is the thing with Jackie, he's very unpredictable. But that is what i love about him. Finn looks at me, curls in his eyes-i don't even know how he can see to drive-and grabs my hand and gives it a tight squeeze before letting it go. He smiles and then looks back towards the road. And i think to myself, 'thank you universe, thank you God, whoever did this for me, thank you.'

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It takes about another hour or two before we even get close to Venice. But we know once we did because of the palm trees on every corner. I let out a 'wow' when i noticed the change of scenery and Finn just looks at me in adoration.

Jack "We must be gettin close."

Finn "e.t.a is about fifteen more minutes." He says as he looks at his GPS on his phone. Luckily, Jack brought his charger so my phone could charge on the way here. As soon as it did, my phone started blowing up and all of my emotions got triggered. And of course, the boys notice.

Finn "You're quiet, what's wrong?"

"Just..my past not leaving me alone."

Jack "Who did you tell that you are leaving?"

"No one but my parents who i ran away from.."

Finn "Well that's why-"

"I know, i know. I would be doing the same thing if one of you guys left me without any warning. But, i don't want to talk to any of them."

Jack "So don't."

"Shit.." they both say 'what' in unison. "My mom is calling me."

Finn "Answer it. We won't talk." I hesitate before finally answering it on the last ring.

"Hello?" She speaks, "no mom, I'm fine."

"Where are you, I'm coming to get you-"

"No, mom. I'm not coming back. I'm fine, and I'm safe."

"Your father wants to apologize."

"If you hand him the phone, I'm hanging up." I warn her.

"No Y/n, please don't hang up."

"Mom, i really don't wanna talk right now. I told you that i will keep in touch, it hasn't even been Twenty-Four hours."

"I know but you're still my daughter, and I love you."

"I love you too." My heart broke again. I do love my mother.

"Will you at least reconsider coming home?"

"No mom..i will come back to visit you when you tell me that he is not there, but not for awhile. Can you please understand that?" I hear her inhale deeply before answering me.

"I do understand baby, I'm so sorry."

"I love you mom, it's not your fault." I say even though some of it is her fault, i can't say that to her. "I'm gonna go okay. I'll call you tonight."

"Woah, wait, who was that?" Jack giggled at something and my mother overheard.

"New friends that i made along the way."

"Are you safe, Y/n?"

"Mom, I've never been safer. I'm gonna go, i love you." She says it back and then i hang up before she can say anything else. I throw my phone onto the floor of the car and i bury my face in my hands. Jack rubs my back to try to comfort me but it doesn't work this time.

Jack "You okay?"

"I'm fine."

Finn "No, you're not. But you will be soon, look up." I do as he tells me too and i see the street sign: Venice Beach. A small smile appears on my face and Jack shouts.

Jack "There she is! She's comin back!" I laugh then. Jack is the joker, he's the comedian in the group and Finn is everything balled up into one person.

Finn "Jack, rip her tags off of her bathing suit, she's gonna need it in a few minutes."

"Are we really that close?!"

Finn nods, "e.t.a says three minutes." I got to admit, i felt nervous then. Not wanting to be around anyone but those two. I hate crowds but maybe the beach won't be crowded. I mean, i have never been to one before so i don't really know how it all works. Finn slows down and he comes to a stop as he parks.

Finn "Ya ready?"

"I don't see it.."

Finn "We gotta walk from here. Just go into that little changing room and Jack and I will be here when you get out."

"You're not gonna leave me here, are ya?"

Finn "I would never leave you. Go on, we gotta change too." I oblige him and i change into my suite and try to salvage my hair. I end up placing it back into a bun but it is neat this time around. The wind, somehow, made my hair look less dirty than it actually is. I inhale deeply before heading out the changing room and walking towards to entrance. Much to my relief, the boys were standing by the door, waiting for me. They had their bathing suit bottoms on and their t-shirts on. I put my jeans back on out of being too uncomfortable to walk around showing so much skin. My father would always harp on me about showing so much skin as i got older. Nowadays, i barely show anything.

Finn "You good?"

"Uh yeah."

Jack "It looks good on you." He compliments me. Something that i am definitely not used to.

"Thanks, you guys too."

Finn takes a few more things out of his trunk, handing some things to the both of us to help out. Soon, we all start walking. I stay close to Finn and he doesn't protest. He nudges me a few times to make me smile and Jack starts to get excited when we turn a corner and see the blue.

Finn "Here we are!"

"It's so...blue!"

Jack "I'm never gonna get used to this being your first time being at a beach."

Finn "Jack, don't be an asshole."

Jack "I'm not!" He says in a high pitched voice and throwing his hands up in defense.

"Nah, it's okay. I know it's not a common thing."

Finn "Well hey, at least your first time comin here is with us!" He says happily. I agree with him instantly because he is absolutely right. Truthfully, i wouldn't have even wanted to go if it wasn't for Finn and Jack. Once we got onto the sand, my senses get blown. The feeling in between my toes feels funny, but it's enjoyable.

Finn "Cool right?" I nod. I must look like a child to everyone else here but i do not care. They help me not to care.

Jack "Here, drop your stuff and lose the clothes..we gotta find a spot and then we can enjoy the waves." We all agree and we do just that. We eventually found a desolate spot, close by the water and away from most of the crowd.

"It's so beautiful." I say aloud.

Finn "Isn't it?" I nod but then i feel Jack pick me up from behind and throw me into the water. It was freezing but it wasn't too bad. I gasp as i come to the surface and then i splash him as hard as i can.

Finn "Real smart buddy.."

Jack "What?!"

Finn "What if she couldn't swim!?" Jack's smirk fades when he realizes that he is lucky that i can.

Jack "Shit..Y/n I'm so sorry."

"You're fine." I said laughingly. Once Finn joins in, everything got even more fun. We all started playing and swimming in the waves. No one else was around to care about what we were even doing, where we ended up. Jack was under the waves, trying to find the big seashells to bring back to shore, leaving me and Finn by ourselves pretty much. His wet hair was away from his eyes and slicked back. His eyes are the most beautiful shade of brown, with specks of red and green in them. I got lost in them for a moment or two and he swims closer.

Finn "So," he says out of breath, "is this everything that you imagined?"

"Yeah, but better." I admit to him and then i feel myself start to drown in my emotions, "But hey, thank you-"

Finn chuckles, "you don't need to keep thanking me-"

"No but i do. You have no idea how bad my life is-was." It was as if he understood instantly by the way his eyes changed, "as soon as i met you..both of you, that all changed. I finally feel so happy and so fucking free!" Jack comes up then, holding tons of shells in his hands proudly.

Jack "Woah, what did i miss?!"

"Nothing, they're so pretty!" I swim towards him, grabbing the prettiest one's from the pile and examining them closer. Some are sharp, some are smooth. Some are all white and some have brown in them. Just simple beauty to your eyes.

Finn "You were down there awhile.."

Jack "Ya know me brother, i am a man of many talents!" Finn roles his eyes playfully before splashing him. After a long time in the water, all three of us couldn't swim any longer and we had to get back onto the sand. My body was so tired from holding itself above the waves for so long that i practically collapsed onto the towel. Jack and Finn do the exact same.

Finn "it gets tiring after a while.."

Jack "nap time." He says quietly and shortly before laying on his stomach and resting his head on his arms. I rest on my back and Finn does the same. I didn't even realize that the sun was going down. The sky was turning beautiful shades of oranges and yellows. I was snapped out of it when a group of girls started screaming. I grab onto Finn out of fear and he does the same. He sighs as soon as he realized that it was just a group of teen fan's. Their phones were already out, taking pictures.

"Finn Wolfhard?!"

Finn "Yeah, hi!"

"And Jack-THERE'S JACK!" Another girl shouted and started to run towards us. I stay put while the boys took their pictures. I can tell that they were so tired but they are too sweet to say no.

"Who's she?"

Finn "She's a close friend."

"Hi, I'm Y/n." They stick their noses in the air and turn their attention back to the boys. But Finn quickly but politely asked the girls to leave. They didn't agree at first but they eventually left. Finn looked so apologetic towards me and i wasn't bothered by them. I'm quite used to girls treated me like I'm scum, even though i am not.

Jack "Sorry about that. It comes with the title.."

"It's all good. I'm surprised that we didn't have more come up."

Finn sighs, "Sorry that they were rude towards you."

"Ah, I'm used to it."

Finn "You shouldn't be though, so I'm sorry." I just smile at him, trying to think of a way to change the subject. That was when the sun was on the cusp of setting. Just above the waves, it was absolutely stunning.

"Look, the sun is setting!" I point and the boys change their focus. We were all in awe as we sat quietly together, watching and taking photos of the sunset. "What a beautiful way to end the day.." i said with the biggest smile on my face."

Finn "I'd say.." i look at him and he pulls me in for a warm embrace. Jack soon joins in and I'm just holding in on this moment. I'm finally free and I'm finally happy. I do not know what else is next but as long as i have these two, i know that I'm going to be okay. I know, that i am going to find my 'better.'

@moriartysringtone7137 @jk97-wolfhard @btsarmygirl417 @richietozier69 @jadeaudri08 @selfishdreameredit @0baby-girll0 @poffergranate @melonmochi @softiediana @mariskata

#finn wolfhard #jack dylan grazer #the unexpected encounter

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gaitwae · 3 years

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Forget the Woman •||• Loki x Reader

"Bartender," the scraggly stranger asked. "An ale, and your finest maiden."

"I don't work for free, swain," the bartender (father, and innkeeper) spat, cocking his head. "Either ya has the money now, or you don't get nothin's more, ya understand?"

"Oh, I understand perfectly," the man said, straightening in his seat. He set his dagger down into the table. The seal of the royal family glittered in the candlelight of the tavern. It caught your eye, the green and silver weaves of the Asgardian knot on full display. Your eyes widened in surprise, as did the innkeeper's. "Shall I ask again, or will you fulfill my wishes?"

"Who are ya?" the innkeeper questioned. "What does ya want?"

"I want many things, but at the moment, I want ale and a woman, now get me what I asked for, or you'll not have a very happy week." He thought for a moment, a dangerous expression on his face. His sharp jawline displayed itself from his hair and his hood; it could cut diamonds. "Or perhaps I'll gut you here, and save you the... ah... embarrassment of this establishment being burned down."

"Who are ya?" your father repeated.

"I am Prince Loki, Odin's son," the stranger said lowly. "I have the seal to prove it, and I have my brother outside waiting, what more proof do you need? I am wearing the finest Midgardian silks, gold from Vanaheim, and a sword from Niflheim." Prince Loki leaned forward. "Need I repeat myself, again?"

You saw your father's face turn into a stony, surprised expression: one of fear. You felt oddly stimulated, seeing a man who intimidated your father. Especially one who was roughly your age. "I'll get ya tha' drink, Prince," he said, rushing off.

"Don't forget the woman!" he called after him with a laugh. You swallowed. That was when the prince caught your eye.

You never forgot the look he gave you. Hunger? Surprise? Delight? Anger? You had no way of knowing. There was no smirk or smile on his face, just the expression his eyes told. You felt your face heat like there was a flame beneath your skin, and your ears suddenly felt too warmed by your hair. Your father always made you wear it down, and you knew that it may be all over the place if the prince had his way.

"Come."

His one word was compelling. You obeyed, whether you knew if you wanted to or not. The prince removed his hood from his head, letting his raven-colored locks spill out onto his shoulders. He took the black gloves off of his hands. He set them in his lap; your eyes followed his long fingers until you saw his legs. Long. This man was naturally tall.

You gulped.

"What a pretty bird this tavern has," he whispered with a silver-coated tongue. You looked down at your feet, nervous. You didn't want to see what color his eyes were, or you would never look away. Your father wouldn't want you flirting with royalty—even by accident. "What is your name, little sparrow?"

"My name is (Y/N)," you answered in an almost-inaudible tone. He laughed—a beautiful laugh, too—and tilted your chin up.

"Is this little bird for sale?" he asked. "Or does she come free with the drink?"

"Your Highness, I don't know for sure," you said. "I don't know if I even have a prince—price." Your palms became sweaty. You were already stumbling on your words. "Can I get you anything, sire?" Your hand flew to toy with your necklace. It was a nice purple pendant, and it glowed in the dark when you needed it to.

"Well, that innkeeper is getting me a drink... but you can get me a kiss, or perhaps a night." He smirked broadly. "I'll take you as my woman."

"But—"

"No buts. Your prince commands it." Prince Loki stood up, grinning wider than he had. He loomed over you, in your dirty, scullery dress, and he took your hand. His was so much wider than yours.

"Sire, my father is the innkeeper," you managed to tell him. "I'm not sure how he would feel by letting me be—..." You had to cut yourself off, and your sentence trailed trying to find a less vulgar word. "Letting me spend the night with someone of your stature... a kitchen maid wouldn't be proper for a prince—"

"A harlot isn't proper for a prince, either," he said, cutting you off with a small capture of your lips by his. You touched your fingers to your mouth, shocked. Wait. More than shocked. Flabbergasted. "I'd rather have the kitchen maid with more honor."

"Your Highness, I need my father's permission," you said. "And my fiancé's."

The prince's face twisted into horror. The thing was, you couldn't tell if it was because of what you said or because of his actions. You didn't know whether or not it was good or bad. You didn't have the slightest clue why the prince would even care if he was suggesting unmarried relations to you.

Prince Loki stood as tall as he could, wiping his eyes. "Fiancé? Oh, I'm so sorry. I should have asked; of course, a little thing like you would have a betrothed."

"Excuse me?" you whispered softly. You felt a little offended, and you didn't know why. It wasn't like you asked to be engaged to some man you hardly knew. No one could afford to marry for love in the middle class or lower—you just hoped you could grow to love that person you were paired with.

"I mean no disrespect," he said, sitting down. "I just find you so beautiful. Of course your father would have already found a suitor for you. A man driven by desire is often a fool, you see."

You just nodded. You didn't dare sit in the presence of royalty. You didn't even know what to say. You could say one wrong thing and you'd die, you knew that for certain. You'd seen it happen. Everyone did. Everyone knew.

"You must tell me," Prince Loki said, resting his head on his fist, "who this betrothed of yours is. If he's wrong to you, I want to kill him."

"What?!"

"You heard me, sparrow, I want to kill him." His chest rose in a soft but large inhale. "Now answer me."

You were trying to work the lump out of your throat out. You couldn't exactly answer. You hadn't met him before, exactly, only seen him talk to your parents.

"What's wrong?" he laughed gently. "Cat got your tongue?"

You nodded.

Loki chuckled. "Have you met him?" His eyes skirted around your person: your eyes, your lips, your chest, your hips. You pressed your skirt down, trying to forget he was looking.

You shook your head. In response to his question. You never met your betrothed.

"Then there's no way he could love you," the prince announced. "You can spend a night with me, surely."

"Your Highness," you mumbled, "love isn't a luxury I can afford. As for the night with you... I am flattered... But I cannot."

"One night. It's all I want."

"Ask my father." You curtsied and sat down behind the bar.

The prince exhaled deeply, looking at you. He seemed fixated. You stared into those... oh, those eyes... They were blue. Sapphires. Gorgeous. You melted. He leaned in a little. You felt drawn to him. Loki moved your hair out of your face.

"One kiss...," Loki whispered.

You felt yourself nod... against better judgement... you pressed your lips to his. Loki held your face close, kissing you deeply; kissing you hard. You kissed back, leaning over the counter to reach. He stood up and cupped your face with both hands.

He pulled away, and kissed you four times sweetly, quickly, like he could forget how a soft peck felt. You blushed and pulled away. "My prince..."

"You enjoyed that," he laughed quietly, seeming drunk off that kiss as well. You nodded. He kissed you, again. "I'll get a room. Come to my bed if you want something better than those kisses..."

You couldn't speak. You just kept nodding, nodding, nodding... He smiled and went to get his ale from your father. Your blood ran cold. Your father would kick you out.

You stood up. You couldn't resort to being some sort of... of whore... Especially for the prince. You scurried up to your room in terror. Regret.

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"Prince Loki, I says it again, ya not to have my bairn," you heard from downstairs. "I already promised her hand."

"I can make her a princess, she would be well off and happy." Your heart began to hammer. Princess? What?

"Happy? Ya can't guarantee tha'."

"That other man hasn't met her. I have. I have the means, the right, to marry your daughter."

MARRIAGE!?

"Forget the woman," your father said firmly. "She is already promised."

A large sigh. "A deal, then."

"Aye?"

You held you breath.

"I shall return in a week. If she hasn't been married off by then, I wish to take her if she will have me."

You sped downstairs. You were your father's only daughter. Who else could they be talking about? You peeked from the stairs.

"(Y/N) is me child, I want what's best for her..."

"Father," you said, piping up. "I want to marry the prince."

They both turned. The prince had a grin, your father was surprised. You came down to face the men.

Loki took your hands. "You do?"

You nodded. He grinned brightly. You smiled back. "I do."

+-+--

"I do," you said, holding Loki's hands at the altar. He smiled down at you.

"You may kiss your bride."

You leaned up. He kissed you back.

You lived happily ever after.

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #gaitwae writes #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki of asgard #loki god of mischief #loki mcu #mcu loki #loki #mcu #marvel

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coffeecakefanfics · 3 years

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Song Bird Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

A/n: Hi this is angst, that’s it that’s the tweet

Being a child of Tony is rough, always. But being a child of Tony while being an avenger? Worse! It wasn’t like he intended his kid to end up being able to scream at a deafening pitch, but I mean you sleep with someone with powers you get a kid with powers. They dubbed her Song Bird. As much as he didn’t want her to go on missions or even be an actual Avenger the rest of the team fought for it. She was strong and level headed. She helped lead a lot of missions but since she was so young she didn’t get to fight much.

“Come on man I can squat more than that,” she stood next to Steve as he was benching, making fun of him, the usual.

“You’re lucky you’re a kid,” he huffed and struggled with the weight a little.

“Okay grandpa,” she rolled her eyes and helped him rack the weights back up.

“Hey there’s our song bird, sing for us baby,” Sam called carrying in a box of glasses.

“Come on this again?” she made a face and set the tarp out.

“Gotta keep that voice in check, punk,” Bucky nudged her and set a window pane up.

“No you guys use me for entertainment,” she huffed and set her stance.

“And this is the trainging roo- what the fuck are you doing with my daughter?” Tony asked. Peter was by his side, getting an official tour of the compound.

“keeping her throat in check,” Sam shrugged, “wait no- I mean like her power not that your child is, i’m gonna shut up”

“way to make it weird,” the girl laughed. She took her stance and everyone covered their ears.

“Hey kid hands over ears,” tony nudged Peter.

With a deep breath she let her scream ring, shattering the window in under 3 second, the glasses in the box joined in the breaking soon after. She stopped with a huff. Everyone uncovered their ears and clapped.

“Still got it,” Tony beamed proudly. His daughter took a bow, the same over confidence that her dad has.

“Dad can I steal my boyfriend for a bit? I want lunch,” she grinned and took Peter by his arm.

“Fine but I need you two both back here in an hour you have new suits to try on,” he slipped a 20 in her hand and shood them away.

“She’s a good kid Tony,” Steve perked up.

“Yeah, she is,” Tony beamed with pride at his daughter.

“Okay so I was thinking of doing a Veridian green dress for prom,” she spoke and took a bite of pizza.

“Do you have your dress yet?” Peter beamed at her words.

“Duh,” She laughed, “But you can’t see it till prom night, got it,” she winked.

“Come on, I love seeing you in pretty dresses, and it’s prom. The anticipation is killing me,” he complained and sipped his soda.

“Hey don’t complain to me, You’re the one that said you wanted a surprise, Bucky and Nat helped me get it and your tie so we’re all set,” she grinned and took another bite.

“And shoes?” he followed her in taking a bite.

“Wanda and I are shopping for the shoes and jewelry this weekend, and we’re going to get our nails done too,” she kind of laughed. She let her eyes scan Peter, the kid she’d been in love with for two years, the kid she loves, and it dating, the kid she wants to marry.

“I can’t wait to see how you look, May wants pictures,” he covered his mouth.

“Duh, of course we’re taking pictures with her. Which are we still doing dinner friday?”

“Yeah, she’s making your favorite”

“How sweet,” she smiled.

“I swear she loves you more than me,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Of course she does, look at me,” she joked and they laughed.

The two kids sat in front of their new suits. Peters was stunning to say the least but hers? hers was perfect.

“Okay so Peter try yours on and Bruce will give you the instructions on yours,” Tony sent peter away. “Now you my song bird, your suit is special. It’s lightweight and flexible and it’s secret? it amplifies your sound and gives everyone else suit a warning when you use your power, theirs all have noise cancelation built in so they wont have to cover their ears anymore,” she grins at his daughter. Her eyes were welled up with tears as she stroked the black and silver fabric on her body.

“Thanks dad,” she throws herself around him. “You’re the best,” she squeezes him. He holds his breath a second and engulfs his daughter in a hug.

Missions usually went smoothly with what everyone called “The Triple Threat” recently missions had been, Tony, Peter, and Y/n. The three worked together so smoothly, like the team was made to work together. Currently Triple Threat was working a mission, Y/n was supposed to run recon and scope out the building but he she stood on the edge of a roof.

“No where to run little girl,” one of the men sneered. Y/n peeked down and looked back at the men and saluted before dropping backwards. Arms wrapped tightly around her.

“You’re crazy” Peter shakes his head.

“I knew you’d catch me”

“Hey, care to stop flirting and help,” Tony buts in.

“Sorry dad,” she laughs and lets the wings out of her suit.

“Y/N” It was Pepper.

“Coming,” she took a deep breath and started down the stairs. She smiled brightly when the faces of the avengers came to view at the bottom of the stairs. Her dad held Pepper tightly as she held a baby Morgan in her arms. Standing in front of the group was Peter, Holding a corsage in a little case with a dumb smile on his face. The green dress fit her like a glove and held her in the right places. She was stunning, and song bird was all his.

“You look. . . wow” he smiled, breathless.

“Thank you peter, you look handsome,” she smiled back. She took the boutonniere and pinned it to his suit jack and he slipped the corsage onto her wrist. Tony looked at Pepper then back to his daughter and smiled, proud.

“Alright you two, Be home at 11, and don’t get pregnant,” Tony clapped his hands.

“Dad!” Y/n shot him a shocked look.

“I’m teasing, but seriously have fun and be home at 11″

“yes, and Peter, I left some money in your wallet,” May smiled and straightened his tie.

“Bye Mr. Stark”

“Bye Dad, Bye Mom, Love you all”

Tony watched the door close with tears in his eyes. Pepper set her hand on his shoulder. He smiled and held Morgan.

“Ready to do it all over again?” she joked

“No, never” he kissed his baby girls forehead.

“Peter?!” she called scanning through the ruble of the building.

“Y/N!” Tony’s voice caught her attention.

“Dad!” she ran and helped him up. He engulfed her in a hug.

“Oh my sweet girl,” he kissed her forehead,” Where’s Peter?”

“We got seperated when the building collapsed, I haven’t found him yet,” tears streamed down her face.

“Easy, We’ll find him, take the east wing i’ll take west”

They split off and Y/n continued to call for him.

“Y/n?” he was trapped under one of the cars from the parking garage.

“Peter, hold on we’ll get you out,” you scanned the room before getting on the radio.

“Recon, come in,”

static. no answer.

“Okay Peter, baby listen to me closely. I’m going to use my power, and you push okay?” he nodded and started to push the car. She let out a scream and the car started to budge.

“It’s working please,” he begged and she screamed louder. The car shifted and Peter pulled himself free. Cracking surrounded them. Y/n peeked at the remaining walls. Cracks in the concrete were rapidly spreading, threatening to collapse.

“Peter go!” She grabbed him and did her best to help carry him out. He shot his webs and managed to get them out, with a couple scrapes and bumps, but safe.

“There you two are” Tony hugged the kids.

Y/n sat next to Tony on the Jet, scrolling on her phone.

“Y/n?” her dad looked down at her.

“Yeah dad?” she peeked up at him.

“Promise you won’t leave me, won’t do something stupid to take your life” She locked her phone and leaned into him.

“I promise dad” she closed her eyes and felt like drifting off. He wrapped his arm around his baby, his daughter, his first.

Thanos had taken everything from them. The fight was brutal, everyone was covered in wounds, sweat, and dirt. Y/n was caught in the middle, of it all. Peter had ahold of the gauntlet when he landed but blast after blast forced him to cover his head.

“Pete” she called and raced to his aid, but a blast sent her flying. She crawled her way to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked

“Are you?” she scanned his face.

“yeah yeah, I’m fine,” he held her face.

“Peter, I love you,” she leaned in and kissed him. She turned to a bright light. Her face lit up. “Took her long enough”

Carol landed in front of the young couple. Peter sat clutching the gauntlet.

“Hi I’m peter parker”

“Hey peter parker, got something for me?”

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get through all of that” he looked at the battle ahead.

“Don’t worry she’s got help”

The heading back in.

The gauntlet sat on the ground as Thanos knocked back fighter after fighter. Tony stepped up to grab the gauntlet.

“Dad!” Y/n tried to get to her dad. Thanos shoved Tony back and Y/n caught him.

“I, am inevitable,” Thanos said and snapped. Everyone stood by as nothing happened.

“And I, am Song Bird,” Y/n struggled and snapped herself. Fighters began disappearing. One by one. Tony watched as Thanos finally turned to dust before turning back to his daughter.

“You stupid fucking kid!,” he scooped her up in his arms “It was supposed to be me, I lived my life!” he yelled at her.

She shook her head weakly. “Morgan, and everyone here. . . need you” she was struggling to breath.

“Y/n?” Peter dropped beside her

“You promised!” A hot tear fell on her face. She smiled up at her dad.

“But I saved you, you deserve, so much more from this life dad” she choked

“Y/n” peter held her face.

“Hi baby,” she smiled at him.

“You’re gonna be okay? hear me, you’re gonna be fine”

“Baby listen,” she reached up to him. “You are the Amazing Spiderman you hear, you are going to do great things in this life and i’m. . . so proud of you,” she choked again “I love you, forver,” she felt her eyes drifting closed.

“Tell morgan, that I love her, and that the third drawer is something for her,” she smiled one last time. Her body went slack.

“Y/n?, come on baby talk to me,” peter begged and screamed, Tony wasn’t holding back any tears anymore.

Tony dusted the picture of Y/n in her suit posed with him. He smiled solemnly.

“Do you miss her?”

“everyday, but I have to remember to live for her,” Tony turned and hugged Peter who started crying. Even after a month it still felt so fresh, to everyone. Windows got covered, glasses were replaced with plastic, but the biggest reminder of Song Bird is her suit, sat in the living room in a case, on proud display.

‘Song Bird, The loudest heart’

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #the avengers x reader

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pocket-clown · 3 years

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A Place in your Home; A Place in your Heart | Arthur Fleck x reader

// original request: Hi! I love your writings 💖 and I shyly wanted to request something. ^^ I wonder if you could write about Reader that has a difficult situation and has to find a new place to live, but doesnt have enough money? Arthur wants to help her and offers her that she can live with him. They've not dated for long but it's serious and the're much in love. She wants to move in with him, but she's afraid it wouldn not work out for many reasons, but eventually she agrees and Arthur is immensely happy. ^^

// A/N: This originally was going to be a longer fic, but I’ve been struggling with writing yet again, so I figured breaking it down into headcanons was easier than taking eons longer to write something more detailed.

thanks for the request, @dont-be-alarmed

It had been nearly three weeks since you were given the news, the words barely making their way over the fuzzy phone lines, voice as uncaring as ever.

Due to a better suited tenant making an offer, your lease was not going to be renewed, and you needed to be out by the end of the month - no if, ands, or buts about it.

Your lifestyle was a hand to mouth one; paycheck to paycheck, your weekly earnings were just enough to cover rent and basic necessities with little left over to save, splurges on luxuries being an occasional, very rare treat.

With your rainy day savings, your actual savings, and the total accumulation of the profit you made from selling various items that you could, you barely had enough to cover even a deposit on any of the nearby apartments - let alone deposit, and the first month’s rent.

In short, you were screwed.

You were screwed, and it was eating at you. Day and night, the thought loomed over you like the piles of trash that littered the city, threatening to topple over on passersby at any moment.

Had you been given a much more reasonably timed heads up, it wouldn’t have been even half an issue, yet you were left to do nothing but lay in bed, eyes burning as you stared at the television, seeing but not really watching the program on it. You’d been pulled from your restless sleep by the sound of a glass bottle dropping and shattering somewhere outside, and given that it was nearly four in the morning, you were about to give up on sleep.

Even in your sleepy haze, did the weight of the situation hit you like a truck, your stomach tightening with anxiety, the churning twist of panic, worry, and hopelessness making your eyes blur with tears as you shifted your gaze to the ceiling.

You couldn’t help but almost pitifully chuckle at that - soon, there wouldn’t even be a ceiling for you to cry over.

December was nearly on its last legs with Christmas just around the corner; the days of autumn bleeding into those of winter as you found yourself growing more and more grateful each day that your boyfriend’s apartment was one of the few that had a functioning heating system. Temperatures dipped below freezing more often than not, and you often had to take a moment to brace yourself before you stepped outside as the air’s freeze physically hurt sometimes - your eyes, nose, and fingers on the days you forgot your gloves stinging from the wind, while any exposed skin reddened from the nip of the wind.

It was thoughts of days like those that made you brief a sigh of relief and sink back into the couch of Arthur’s living room, one of his softest blankets fluffed and draped around your body as you curled your legs under yourself, warm and safe from the harsh weather outside, and the even harsher population of the city.

It was also thoughts of days like those that reminded you that this wasn’t going to last.

“Love, what’s on your mind?”

As in tune with your emotions as ever, Arthur noticed that you were particularly quiet that evening, lost in your thoughts as you didn’t even pay any mind to the television - set to the weekly airing of The Murray Franklin Show.

You hadn’t even told Arthur what was going on, the fear of stressing your already overworked boyfriend out keeping you from opening your mouth.

“Huh? Oh - nothing,” You blinked, turning your attention from the carpet to the television. “I’m just tired.” You spoke, fingertips picking at the frayed hem of the blanket currently wrapped around your body.

Another hint for Arthur: no Art, no Artie tacked on the end to your reply. From the corner of your eye could you see him through the passthrough, eyeing you from his spot at the kitchen counter where he was taking the utmost care to not spill the mug of hot chocolate he was making you as he stirred it.

Even though your relationship was hardly out of its infancy, you both knew each other well enough to tell when something was wrong. Arthur was already so very in tune with your emotions, so you knew he wasn’t just going to let your morose mood go without a question or two, and you knew yourself enough to know that something about Arthur’s concern hit a soft spot in your heart, rendering you unable to keep much from him once he managed to get into your head.

He seemed almost sad as he now stood in the entrance to the living room, his lips settled into a thin line as he kept his eyes trained on you. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze, the guilt from keeping something so major from him eating at you, but the uncertainty and apprehension of not only how you’d bring it up with Arthur, but how he’d react.

One of your worst fears was Arthur jumping on the opportunity to have you live with him. Not because you didn’t want to, not because you didn’t trust him or anything of the sort - but Arthur had a habit of putting the needs of others, especially your own, miles above his own. Money was much tighter for him than it was for you, and hell you had no idea if even combining incomes would be much help. No doubt that it would be some, but whether it would be enough, especially given the uncertain job climate of Gotham, left you scratching your head.

Arthur took a seat next to you, the drink he brought you placed on the coffee table, and with a deep breath, you let it spill out faster than you really meant for it to.

Your lease was ending in just over a week. Your landlord had no intent of renewing it because someone else was moving in, and you had no money to move elsewhere yet, even after your best efforts at earning enough. You had no where to go, nothing to do, no way to remedy the situation - and time was running out.

Hell, you had no idea if at this point you even could do anything beyond accepting the inevitable.

“Why... don’t you stay here?”

Arthur’s meek, yet hopeful voice raising such a suggestion made your ears perk up. You hadn’t even thought about that - but immediately did you know that it wouldn’t work. At least not yet.

“Art - I can’t do that, you know I can’t.” You couldn’t look at him as you spoke, the thought of being able to live in with him making your heart skip a beat, but the knowledge that it almost most definitely was not realistic at the moment making it hard to swallow.

“Why can’t you?”

“It won’t work - it’s not going to work.”

Though instantly you regret speaking those words, wincing once you realized what they implied. You knew Arthur and his anxieties well enough to know that it wasn’t improbable that he took “it won’t work” as meaning, you didn’t have enough faith in your relationship for it to work.

“ - Not like that,” You were quick to correct yourself, hoping to save the situation before it became more angst ridden. “I mean, living together. At least right now. Money is already tight for you, isn’t it? And I mean, it’s not like my own job is the most stable right now.”

“Y/N, do you really think that matters?” Arthur looked almost angry as he spoke, as if the fact that you were concerned about finances was ridiculous in such a situation. You knew Arthur enough to know he wasn’t actually mad, at least not at you, but still on edge at the threat of your loss of shelter. “You’ll be homeless, and - and who knows what could happen to you out there -” The hitch in Arthur’s breath as he spoke, coupled with the way his left hand gripped at the fabric of his trousers clued you in that this was something extremely distressing for him.

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, yet you refused to let them fall as you blinked them away. “Arthur -”

“Please,” Arthur’s hand shot out for your own, his warm from holding the hot drink previously as he held your hand tight in his own. “Y/N, please.. Don’t worry about money, we’ll figure it out - but it’s dangerous, it’s awful out there and I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you -”

Had you not stopped him midsentence with a gentle “Hey -”, you’d no doubt Arthur would’ve either succumbed to a fit of laughter, tears, or both.

“ - Arthur, hey,” Your free hand that wasn’t kept in his own reached for his shoulder, tugging gently on the fabric of that brown cardigan you so loved, pulling him closer to you. His forehead came to rest on your shoulder, his breath just barely noticeable against the fabric of your chest. “I dont... I don’t know what I’d do, either - Arthur I just don’t want to add more to your plate, you’re already so overworked, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

You could feel Arthur shake his head at your words, but he didn’t speak - not that you blamed him.

With your lips now pressed to the top of his head, you took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. That comforting scent you’ve come to love and seek out within the few months you’ve been with him - the scent you, really, wouldn’t mind being surrounded by all of the time.

“We’ll try,” You said finally, not missing how Arthur seemed to tense up at your words. “Arthur I... would love to stay here - I would, love to live with you. It’s going to take some time to adjust - never mind actually making the move - but... I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You could’ve laughed at how Arthur shot up at this, his eyes wide as he seemed full of disbelief for a moment before your own reassuring smile sparked a growing grin on his face. “Do you really mean it, Y/N?”

“Waking up with, going to bed next to, coming home to you doesn’t sound all too bad, the more I think about it,” You whispered, your body finding its way to Arthur’s as his arms pulled you close.

Maybe this home wouldn’t be so bad.

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Oblitus Part 32

Nothing Left To Lose

34 Days Left Until Extermination...

Husk growled and flew towards Gabriel, claws aimed to strike. Gabriel quickly dodged Husk's attack and flew higher into the air, hovering above everyone. Gabriel shifted his gaze over to Anna and darted towards her. Alastor called upon several shadows and ordered them to slow the angel down. The shadows did as they were told and chased after Gabriel. They bound the angel as they wrapped around him, stalling the angel for a bit.

Alastor phased and shifted over to Anna, kneeling beside her. Anna still refused to look at him, scooting away as Alastor came closer to her. Alastor's smile began to twitch, now growing more irritated by Anna's actions.

"Stop ignoring me," "At least let me heal your wound."

Anna frowned and turned her head back, glaring at Alastor.

"Why do you care?" she spatted out. "You said and done more than enough to me. Leave me alone."

"I don't want to do this, but you've forced my hand," Alastor sighed. Anna's eyes widened as Alastor snapped his fingers, ordering his shadow to hold her down. Anna struggled to get Alastor's shadow off of her, but it only gripped tighter. Alastor focused his attention to the glass shard embedded deep in Anna's leg. He quickly pulled it out and placed his hand over the wound just as the blood began to spill out. Alastor chanted a spell and the cut slowly began to close up, healing itself. As it was fully closed up, Alastor's shadow released Anna.

"This doesn't change anything." she replied.

"Woman, you are driving me crazy! What more do you want from me?" Alastor shouted. "I'm sorry, okay! I'm sorry that I said those things to you." Anna looked down, still refusing to look at him.

"Why should I believe anything that you say?" she sighed. "You already told me what you really felt about me."

"Because you mean more to me than you ever realize." Anna gasped as her eyes widen as she turned to Alastor.

Angel was watching the whole scene unfold between Alastor and Anna. He stared at them for a moment before something clicked and he let out a loud dramatic gasp.

"Oh my god! You actually fucked with the radio demon?!" he shouted so loudly that everyone in the area could hear him. Anna and Alastor cringed now that their secret was out.

"You did what?!" Vaggie and Charlie shouted in disbelief and shock.

"No way!" Niffty and Baxter shouted.

"Angel..." Alastor warned the spider demon with a strained smile. "I'm not exactly sure if everybody in Hell heard you, and I hope they didn't. But, I strongly advise you to shut your mouth, now."

"Now, I have to know before I die! Anna, did Alastor have a tail? How was he in bed?" Angel asked. "I'm still in shock that you've actually managed to get Smiles to do it! I've been trying for ages!"

"I'm not telling you that!" Anna shouted, blushing. She wanted to die now, Alastor did as well.

Suddenly, their was a loud shriek and everyone looked up to see that every single one of Alastor's shadows have been destroyed. Gabriel glared down at everyone.

"I've had enough of your ignoramus games!" he shouted, angrily. "I'm ending this once and for all!"

Husk screeched as he flew behind Gabriel, ready to strike. He slashed his claws, only to miss Gabriel by an inch. Then Gabriel appeared behind the cat demon. Husk fell down, unconscious, as Gabriel managed to slice one of his wings off.

"Husk!" Alastor and Anna shouted.

"Husky!" Angel called out.

Before anyone could do anything, Gabriel reappeared right in front of Alastor and slashed. Alastor blocked with his staff only to be kicked, and slashed on his side, as he fell to the ground.

"Alastor!" Anna called out. She froze as she saw Gabriel turn his attention towards her. Just as he was about to attack, Niffty had smacked him right across the face with her shoe as she tossed it.

Slowly, Gabriel turned to Baxter and Niffty, growling.

"She didn't mean it!" Baxter shouted.

"Yes, I did!" Niffty shouted.

Then Gabriel lunged at Baxter and Niffty, attacking them. The two screamed as the angel came closer, with sword raised to strike them down. Vaggie jumped in front of them and blocked Gabriel's sword with her spear. She tried to push Gabriel back, but he was stronger. Gabriel knocked Vaggie back, sending her crashing to the ground. Gabriel raised his sword to strike Vaggie, but, a fireball shot out, stopping him.

"Enough!" Charlie shouted. "This doesn't have to end like this. Can't we come to an agreement or a deal or something? Please, we don't have to fight!"

"I don't want to hear any words from spawn of a traitor!" Gabriel shouted. He darted towards Charlie, ready to bring his sword down on her.

"Charlie!" Vaggie and Anna cried out.

Just as Gabriel brought his sword down. A loud clang was heard as Gabriel's sword was blocked by another.

"You..." Gabriel growled. Charlie stared with wide eyes at who had saved her.

"Dad," she whispered.

"Ah, Gabriel, lovely to see you again," Lucifer smiled. "How's the fam? How's Michael doing?"

"Better off without you," Gabriel spatted. However, Gabriel was interrupted when Lucifer head-butted him, knocking him back, as he fell to the ground on his butt.

"Y-You wretched bas-"

"Uh, uh, don't temp the lord's name in vain. As dad would like to say," Lucifer scolded, wagging his finger at Gabriel, chuckling.

"You don't deserve to speak of him!" Gabriel shouted.

"Dad, why are you here?" Charlie asked.

"I was just strolling around in the streets," Lucifer explained. "Then I heard the sirens, followed by loud screams and explosions and here I am! Which brings me to why I am here." He turned to Gabriel. "Like my daughter had said earlier, can't we come to a deal? I don't want to bring any more bloodshed as there already is, especially a war between Heaven and Hell."

"What are you saying?" Gabriel asked, narrowing his eyes at Lucifer. Lucifer laughed.

"Well, it wouldn't look good for you, Gabriel, for starters," he told him. Gabriel froze. "If dad found out that you broke our agreement: He doesn't bother me and I don't bother him, vice versa, etc. and yadda yadda yadda. So, if he finds out that you came down here, before extermination day has even began and attacked my only daughter. It would be chaos." Gabriel's eyes widen before he glared at Lucifer.

"What are you suggesting?" Lucifer made a twisted smile.

"I'm glad that you're listening to me for once," he said. "Now, my daughter had mentioned that she was starting a silly redemption idea to save sinners." Charlie frowned at her dad as he continued. "As you can see, one was actually able to redeem themselves. If she is able to save another then more are surely to follow. This is where you come in. I want you to tell everyone up there about my Charlotte's hotel and allow access to the saved souls."

"That's preposterous!"

"Then let's call dad and see what he has to say about this," Lucifer smirked as he saw Gabriel began to sweat nervously. "I'm sure he would love to find out that you ignored him. I wonder what he would do? Cast you out like he did to me?"

"Don't turn this around on me! YOU led a rebellion against father!" Gabriel argued. Lucifer ignored him and continued.

"Strip of you of your status and wings? Maybe, even exile you on some begotten place?" he giggled "Ooh, I'd pay money to see that happen!"

"You sick demented freak!" Gabriel snarled. He sighed, defeated. "Fine, I will tell everyone about your daughter's hotel." He muttered out like it was acid in his mouth.

"Good boy. Now, get out of my home," Lucifer said. "Before I make you."

Just as Gabriel was about to take off, he glanced over at Anna glaring at her then left.

"I can't believe you actually managed to get him to listen to you," Charlie said.

"Like, I told you Charlotte, don't take shit from no one." Lucifer told her "Now, I must go and check on my lily and tell her that you're alright." Then he paused and looked at Alastor.

"Oh, and Alastor it's been lovely talking with you earlier," he smirked. "I do hope that you and your little lady have a wonderful time together while it last." He chuckled evilly and left.

"What a strange guy?" Anna replied.

"You tell me," Alastor agreed. He narrowed his eyes at the king as he left.

"Gabriel, it's about time that you've showed up," Michael called out as he saw Gabriel land. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

" I did and you're not going to believe it. But, there is a human woman who is still alive down there," Gabriel told him.

"Then we must get her out of there!" Michael said, alarmed. "The longer she stays down there, she will never be able to come here if she dies. She'll be a demon permanently."

"And that is not all, I've met with our former brother, Lucifer," Gabriel spatted out. Michael froze, stunned.

"Y-You-You saw him! What did he say?! What happened, Gabriel?"

"He is building an army to over throw father once again." Gabriel lied. "There is a hotel down there who is housing them."

"Then, we must warn father at once!" Michael said, startled by the news. "He has to know!" He was about to leave but Gabriel grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"No!" Gabriel hissed. "Father, already has enough on his plate, as it is. We must do this ourselves."

"What do we need to do?" Michael asked, unsure. This is going against everything that their father had told them to do. He really should tell him, but what if Gabriel was telling the truth?

"For now, I need you to keep quiet about this. We don't want to cause a panic." Gabriel told him. "Once the time is right, we will secretly strike and take down Lucifer with our army and put an end to all of this once and for all and everyone and everything will be at peace once again."

Michael looked down. He is going to have to face his brother again? This time to kill him? He couldn't do it the first time...There was no way he could kill his twin.

"There has to be another way. Please, tell that there is...I can't kill Luci-"

"I need you with me, Michael. Are you in or not?" Gabriel asked, growing more impatient. "What is it going to be?"

"I won't do this." Michael finally answered, looking at Gabriel, as he shook his head. Gabriel sighed and stepped up, pulling Michael closer to him, to hug him.

"I shouldn't have asked you to do this. This is too much for you," he told him. "For that,...I'm sorry for this."

"Gabriel, what are you-" Michael grunted in pain as Gabriel plunged his sword straight through his chest, ripping one of his wings as it did, making it difficult to fly.

Michael's vision began to grow heavy and blurry, seeing Gabriel growing smaller and smaller as he was tossed, falling over the edge. Michael was now plummeting heading further down into the city below him until his vision went dark.

He crashed.

The last thing that Michael could remember, before he succumbed to darkness, was hearing a woman screaming.

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