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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 2 years

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15. Candle

A/N: This is part 15. I really wanted to try my luck and write for Jason Todd. I started to read DC comics and I really like Jason. Hope I did him justice. Enjoy!

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader Warning: swearing, fluff, making fun of Jason

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You came home with groceries in both your arms. Work wasn’t pleasant but it wasn’t bad either. “Babe, I need help. Really bad. Jay? Help! Jason!” You heard movement from the bedroom and saw your boyfriend emerging with a hoodie on. The hoodie wasn’t anything fancy but the hood was a little bigger, hiding Jason’s face a bit. “Hey, you. Take this please, it’s the heaviest.” Jason nodded and took it.

He turned around and walked into your kitchen. The movement made the hood slip from the vigilante’s head.

After you kicked off your boots and hung up your coat you made your way to Jason to help him put away all the groceries you bought. You looked over at your right were your intimidating teddy bear stood. You had to double check but you were fairly certain that there was something missing. “Babe, your eyebrow. Where is your left eyebrow?”

Jason looked everywhere but you. He grabbed the flour and put it into a cabinet. While the door was open he mumbled something you didn’t quite catch. But it sounded like he burned it off. You turned to him and narrowed your eyes, “Did I hear you right, You burned them?” He closed his eyes and the cabinet door at the same time. He nodded and murmured a quiet, “Yes.”

You began to laugh softly. Jason’s face hardened. You picked up the strawberry yogurt you bought and opened it, “How?” Jason sighted and brought over two small spoons. He gave you one and you both started to dig in. You raised your eyebrow to signal him he wasn’t out of the loop. Your boyfriend took a deep breath, his chest raising high, “I may have been a little too close to the flame.”

You felt sorry for your boyfriend. You really did but the whole situation was so hilarious at the same time. Jason burned his eyebrow at a candle. Your boyfriend burned himself on a small flame while he literally walked through flames and not even his jacked caught fire.

Jason scowled and pouted around a spoonful of strawberry yogurt. “Jay, How you gonna hide this from Harper?” The man before you closed his eyes, “Fuck!”

While on patrol with Red Arrow

Jason decided to wear his helmet once again to hide his accident. But he really needed fresh air and not the filtered, warm one through his mask. In the moment he took off his helmet Roy had to look at him. “Looking good, Todd.”

Jason closed his eyes and took a calming breath. Roy liked to tease him every chance he got. And this was the perfect opportunity. “Shut up, Harper!” The other man snickered next to him.

After a while Red Arrow turned to his friend and colleague with a shit eating grin on his face, “What happened?” Jason only crossed his muscular arms over his tactical vest clad chest and looked into the night sky.

You used his silence to make yourself known. Roy heard the familiar clicking of his earpiece, “He got too close to the flame of a candle in our apartment and burned himself.” Roy couldn’t hold back his barking laugh. He leaned back and fell from the edge of the building the sat on. With a fud he landed on the ground. He laughed so hard he began to roll on the ground.

Jason rolled his eyes at the other vigilante. He tapped his comm, “Thanks babe. Way to throw your man under the bus.” Red Hood heard you snicker on the other end.

Next day

Bruce invited you to a family gathering. You finished your make up while Jason leaned at the bathroom door and watched you. You touched up your eyebrows when you caught your boyfriend’ gaze in the mirror, “Want me to draw on fake eyebrows?” He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. When you were finished you turned to him and crossed your arms to mirror his stance, “So, what do you want me to tell them? A villain fought with a knife and removed your eyebrow mid fight?” Jason huffed and nodded, “Yes! And nothing else.”

After an hour drive with Jason’s motorcycle you reached Wayne Manor. Alfred stood outside to great you. He raised an eyebrow at Jason’s missing one. The man growled a “Please don’t ask, Alfred!” and walked on into the house and straight to the living room.

Tim was the first to look up and notice the missing brow, ”How did you remove your eyebrow, Jay?” At this everyone looked up from their activities and looked closely at Jason’s face. While your boyfriend had all eyes on him you made your way to Steph. She turned to you and raised her brow questioningly. You smiled evilly and began to whisper the truth.

Jason took a deep breath and began his ruse, “A thug from yesterday’s patrol. He nearly cut off my skin if I wasn’t faster.” Damian raised a black brow at his older brother, “Liar! Tell us the truth, Todd.” Jason raised his hands defensively, “That’s the truth!” Damian shook his head disappointingly. He pointed at you and Stephanie on the couch, “No it’s not. Or else (Y/n) and Stephanie wouldn’t cackle over there.” Both of you were cackling away at the expanse of Jason. The betrayed man looked at you disappointed in your betrayal, “Thanks, babe!” You send him a kiss.

While Jason was sulking away on one of the couches Dick entered the living room. Immediately he chooses to sit next to his little, sulking brother. E looked confused into the round, trying to detect what happened mere minutes ago. “What happened? Why is (Y/n) nearly lying on the floor and Jay’s left eyebrow is missing? What am I missing”?

Stephanie was the first to answer with a straight face, ”He burned it off. He got too close to a candle flame in their apartment. He wanted to know what the candle scent was.” Dick tried to school his face and stay a little serious, “Oh, little bird.” Jason’s frown deepened, “Shut up, Dickhead!”

What no one expected was for Bruce to make a comment on his second eldest son misery, “I told you, Jason. Don’t go near open fire. Now you have the aftermath of your recklessness.” At this everyone lost it. Bruce smirked while Jason shook his head. The young man tried not to grin but he failed. After all it was a little hilarious.

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 3 years

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Sweet secret | Tom Felton one shot

Request: yes. @anonymous

Word count: 2,710 words

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Note: This one was requested a while ago, I just had troubles writing it. But I really hope you guys like it! Don’t forget that my requests are still open and there’s a prompt list waiting for y’all to check it out. Also, let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! Take care babes xx

Being the only child of a rockstar had its own benefits. For example, it was a lot more easier for Y/N to meet her favourite celebrities and make connections with influential people from all type of industries. Having a world wide famous rockstar as a dad meant that she spent most of her time in the limelight, always travelling with him and being his biggest fan from the day she was born. By the age of sixteen, she had already travelled the whole world and successfully used her name to speak up about social issues and help different charities and organisations. She had never stopped talking about the importance of acceptance, equality, support and love. She lived her life like that. She didn’t care who you were, where you came from, as long as you didn’t hurt the ones she loved, she loved you and supported you. That was what she saw from her parents, and she was proud of her family being one of those celebrity families who never let fame get in their heads and go crazy over their net worth. They lived a humble life, and shared their love with the world.

But of course that lifestyle came with the content rumours and paparazzi chasing after them in the street. They tried to capture an awkward moment that could be laughed at, a bad hair day that could be the reason to judge, but what they wanted most, is to capture her with someone from the opposite sex. She always kept her love life private, hardly sharing any information about who she was seeing or who she was in a relationship with. She was happy that they could keep their relationship a sweet little secret for almost six months, and enjoy the privacy and intimacy of their bubble. It was until one day a fan of Tom successfully took a picture of them, being in the same car, driving around Los Angeles.

She met Tom through a mutual friend, who was aware of their silly little platonic crush on each other and knowing Y/N and Tom, she thought they could be a power couple. So when she learnt that both of them were going in to in LA for weeks, she didn’t hesitate to throw a summer party in her beach house and invite both of them. She kept it as a secret, didn’t want them to think they are being forced into something that they didn’t want in the first place. Y/BSF/N knew Y/N just recently got out of a terrible relationship and she was a little bit afraid to start something knew, fearing that the new guy would be the same as the previous one. And she knew that Tom, no matter how many times he said and acted like he wasn’t, was lonely and wanted to finally find someone who he could share his life with. She knew she had nothing to worry about, because the second they were introduced, they just immediately hit it off and spent the whole afternoon and night by each other’s side, talking about movies, music, travel, dreams and goals, and when the cocktails finally kicked in, they weren’t shy to shamelessly flirt with each other. Tom was confident about their mutual sympathy and felt something that he hadn’t felt in a very long time, and two days later, he asked her out of their first official date. He was a real gentleman. He picked Y/N up at her flat, brought a huge bouquet of white roses to her and treated her like a queen the whole night. He arranged a candlelight picnic dinner on the beach, far from the popular parts, so nobody could ruin their first date. They fed each other with fruits and cuddled while they watched the stars. It was nothing crazy, nothing fancy and extravagant. Money wasn’t in focus, but they were. That night was all about them. And when the night eventually had to end, Tom walked her to the door and sweetly kissed Y/N. Ever since then, the couple couldn’t imagine their days without at least FaceTiming each other. They were happy and crazily in love, of course they wanted to keep that a secret as long as they could , not wanting the media to ruin in for them. But life didn’t work like that. Paparazzi had no mercy and they were paid to take preferably the highest quality pictures of the top celebs and their close family. And social media users wanted something they could talk about, because that was the main priority for most people nowadays. Stalking the subject of their obsession and use the protection of anonymity of social media to hate and judge other people.

“Have you seen the pictures?” Y/N asked Tom when she finally found him chilling by the pool in his backyard. It was a rather hot day in LA, and he had a few days break from shooting his next movie, he wanted to get the best out of his little break and spend every single minute with his lady “My dad just sent me them” she gave her phone to Tom, so he could check out the short article with the attached photos. It was from a few days ago, when they went to grocery shopping together. They were just leaving the parking lot, and it was visible that Tom was holding up their interwind hands to his lips to kiss on her knuckles. Another picture of them showed how Tom opened the car door for Y/N, and as she was getting in the vehicle, he playfully patted her butt. He quickly clicked on the link to see the full article. It was really short, probably because the journalist didn’t have any solid evidence or information about their romance.

“What can I say? I just love your ass” Tom handed back her phone and chuckled at her expression “Darling, stop worrying. A fan sent those pictures to TMZ, so what? They have no evidence that we’re dating” he put his hand of her calf and looked up at her girlfriend. He knew they couldn’t keep their relationship a secret forever. No matter how much Tom liked the excitement of sneaking around and having privacy, he wanted to show the world how beautiful, amazing and perfect his girlfriend was “This shall too pass, just like any other rumour that is left without a word.”

“Alright” Y/N sighed and decided to ignore the article, the photos, the comments and the mentions. Tom was right. This whole thing will be long forgotten in a couple of days, if neither of them say anything about it. In that case, the media couldn’t blow it up “I just hate the media and the drama it causes every time”

“I know” he smiled at her sweetly, not liking the frown on her face from annoyance and worry “So will you finally join me in the pool or do I have to throw you in it again?” Y/N laughed and put her phone down on the deck chair. She winked at Tom and take of the think summer dress she was wearing to reveal Tom’s favourite swimsuit, a white one-piece with a deep V-cut. He whistled at her as she was walking down the few steps of the pool and swam up to him “You just made this already hot day way hotter, baby” he pulled her close, kissing her passionately and making her forget all about that article.

2 months later -

Having a boyfriend who was constantly traveling and filming wasn’t making a relationship smooth, and if you add a girlfriend who was working on her own career just as hard, then you could easily how Tom and Y/N’s relationship was. But they knew what they wanted and they did everything to make it work, even if they were in two different parts of the country. They called each other every time they had the chance, made sure to send a supporting message to the other, letting them know they were proud of their achievements in life, and of course memes. Tom was a huge fan of memes, and he liked to spam Y/N with them, especially with the Harry Potter ones. Y/N lived for the smile on Tom’s face and she knew how much he loved surprises, so when she could finally take a week off from work, her first thing was to book a flight to the city Tom was currently at. The smile on his face and how excited and happy he was when he saw his girlfriend after almost two months of only being able to see her through his phone was worth anything to Y/N.

“I missed you so much, baby” Tom said in between kisses, not letting go of the laughing girl in his arms “I was getting rather lonely without you” his was got an octave deeper and the familiar flame of lust and love appeared in his ocean blue eyes. Slowly, his lips made their way down to her neck from her lips, kissing along her jawline, holding her closer than ever.

“Mhm, as much as I want this” Y/N pulled away and looked up at Tom, who was pouting like a little boy who’s favourite toy was taken away. It was party true, one of his new favourite things to do was kissing Y/N whenever he had the chance “You have to go live in a less than 5 minutes. You promised a Harry Potter watch party to your babies, and I don’t want you to disappoint them” she kissed his nose and forced his arms off of her waist. Tom knew he couldn’t disappoint them, and he didn’t want to, but he still groaned as he went to make sure everything was okay with the internet connection and the light ring. Y/N watched how Tom settled with his guitar and a cup of tea, already smiling that she could watch her boyfriend interacting with his fans.

“I’ll just sing a little in the meantime” Tom said to Y/N, who was packing out of her suitcase, and changing into one of Tom’s Teddy Fresh hoodies. They were the most comfortable hoodies she had ever worn, and it was just a pleasing addition that they always smelled like Tom. She kept on packing and tidying up the mess Tom usually leaves in his room in the morning, and listened to his smoothing voice. She always loved when Tom was singing. I didn’t matter if it was a song from another artist, one that he wrote or just an improvised nonsense about something that caught his attention in that very second. She loved to see him happy, and singing made him happy.

Tom finally started his Instagram live and was singing one of his old songs. One that was very dear to both of them, because he sang that song on their one month anniversary and told her he was in love with her.

“I was in the right place, at the right time, that day we spent together” Tom kept looking at her behind his phone, his smile getting bigger when she blew him a kiss “There’s no where else I’d have put myself, or to share the day with anyone else” he finished the song and greeted his fans who were already sending hundreds of heart emojis and cute little love confession to him in the comment section. Y/N layed down on the bed, with her phone in her hands and read the comments, screenshooting a few cute ones to save them for later.

“Alright my little wizards and witches” Tom said “Shall we continue our magical journey to the one and only Hogwarts?” His voice was filled with excitement, he hadn’t seen any of the movies in so long, he really wanted to share this experience with those people who had such a huge impact in his career as an actor. Little did they know, the fans saw the secret glances and how Tom blushed at the sigh of his girlfriend taking off his hoodie, staying in only her shorts and a tank top. Even after all these months, he still thought of her as a goddess. The fans had been suspecting that Tom had someone special in his life. They caught on his glow, and how his smile became brighter. He always sang love songs during his lives and left little Easter eggs in his Instagram stories, or in his captions. They were happy to see him being in love, they were only waiting to finally be able to see who was the reason of Tom’s behaviour.

“Questions time!” He announce after the 11 minutes of the movie ended. He grabbed his guitar again and started playing spontaneously on the strings, creating a beautiful melody. It was the moment, when Y/N realised her phone was on 5%, and her charger was somewhere behind Tom. She knew it would have been suspicious, if he just grabbed it and handed it her, so she decided to go and grab it herself. From where she was laying, it looked like her charges was out of the frame, and nobody would see her. She tiptoed to the charger and made sure not to bump into anything that could alert the fans. It was their time with Tom, and she didn’t want to interrupt their little date.

“God, you’re so beautiful” Tom blurted out when he saw her behind him, grabbing her charger from the coffee table. As soon as the words left his mouth, they both froze. Y/N realised she was in the frame, being very much visible. She looked at her boyfriend with a socked expression, not being sure what to do next. Stay or go? Say something or stay silent? Wave or smile? As for Tom, he didn’t mind that she accidentally walked into the live. He wanted to tell the world for a while now about their relationship. He was tired of not being able to share his happiness with his fans and hiding their love. It was nothing wrong about it. Love, in any kind of form, should have been celebrated in a daily basis. And that was what he wanted.

“I guess it’s time to finally introduce you to my other family, baby” Tom put down his guitar and reached out to her hand, pulling her completely in the frame. He sat her on his lap and hugged her by the waist “Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome the woman who has being making me the happiest man alive in the last six and a half months” he looked at her the way every girl wants to be looked at. If anyone would have question the love they had, they only had to watch how they were looking at each other. Love, adoration, passion and devotion. It was all in one single look “Sorry for keeping this a sweet little secret for so long, but I just wanted to have her for myself as long as I could” he chuckled and kissed the blushing cheek of his girlfriend. Y/N was still in a little bit of shock. This definitely wasn’t the way she wanted to announce their romance to the world, but she was revealed deep down. She could finally show her love and support freely.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Tom has many dates with you guys on Instagram” winked to the camera and refused to look at the comments. She was floating in happiness, she didn’t want the haters to ruin it for her.

“I’m so damn lucky” Tom whispered and grabbed her face to give her a quick but sweet kiss on the lips. Nobody could stop him from posting about his girlfriend and what they had. He was finally able to show off, and make sure everyone saw her as she was. Not Tom Felton’s girlfriend, not the daughter of Y/F/N, but as Y/N Y/L/N. He was proud to have you, and planned to keep it that way till the rest of his life.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #304

“she’s got a hold on me / maybe she is just what they want me to be”

How many foreign friends do you have? Only one that I know of that actually immigrated into America in their life. I think. In which countries do they live? She was born in Asia, either China or Japan. What was your dream birthday party as a kid? I either wanted to go to the skating rink or Chuck E. Cheese. Have you ever come up with your own game? As a kid, definitely. Whose hand did you hold last? Probably my niece's or nephew's if they were taking me somewhere. What was the last thing you planted? Habaneros, I think. Do you have a green thumb or are you all thumbs with plants? I don't really try with plants because I'm not interested in the maintenance. What or who was the last thing you gossiped about? Does telling your therapist about another person and what they do to stress you out count? lol Any books on your night stand? Wings of Fire: The Brightest Night. Would you ever consider going vegetarian? I was briefly one, but I had to introduce meat back into my diet because I just hate too many foods needed to keep me healthy without meat. I would love love LOVE to go vegan, but I just can't. When's the last time you helped a senior citizen somehow? Probably holding open a door for someone in a wheelchair. What's the most selfless act you have done? I don't know... Maybe letting my mother use all my Christmas and birthday money (which was a lot) to take care of bills to keep us from being evicted and losing the car. She was going to pay me back, but then cancer happened. Have you ever intentionally fed a house spider? No. What makes you feel lucky? The fact I have a roof over my head, food on the table, access to water... That kind of stuff. Never take it for granted. How many Lidls are there in your town? One. Last time you went to Ikea, what did you buy? I don't believe we've ever bought anything from there? But I wouldn't really know. How do you like your favorite beverage? Really cold in a can, heeeeell yeah. What's your big family secret? We don't really have one. What did you think you were good at, until you saw someone else do it? I remember thinking I was the "gifted" artist in school until I met my acquaintance Cailin in the 5th grade, lol. She is SO talented. What is something nice going on in your life right now? My partial hospitalization program is going well. I'm getting more comfortable with talking via things like Zoom, it's a good opportunity for me to socialize with like-minded people almost every day, and I ADORE one of the teachers so much so that I want him to be my normal therapist. I have never in the entirety of my life felt less judged and more cared for from any therapist before him, and it's almost supernatural how easily this man reads people. You could twitch a certain way and he picks it up. I'm ready for him to teach more of the sessions. What was the pinnacle of wealth to you as a child? The idea of owning one of those toy crane machines, haha. If I saw one in a store, I would like beeeeg for it. I remember I cried once when I came across one I adored, it was just too expensive, lol. I did eventually get a little one, I think. What's something that you hate, but can't live without? My meds. What skill do you not talk about, because you feel it sounds like bragging? I don't really brag about anything I think I'm good at because I feel bad about it and don't wanna emit a "better than you" vibe. Who's the worst person you've encountered on the Internet? Ahhh, a lovely "friend" nicknamed Shakes. God she hated me. If death wasn't a consequence, what would you try? Probably ride a motorcycle. I'm too scared to risk the possibility of crashing, and those wrecks are nasty. What's the dumbest thing you've heard someone say? There's this one video of a TV show host thinking the moon was a planet and it was just- What is the worst smell you can remember? This smell was forever branded into my memory as if it was fuckin trauma. When my late dog Teddy had a massive, infected cyst near his ~you know~ and also wore diapers because of incontinence with his age (also keep in mind he had a UTI we couldn't afford to fix, and that smells bad enough), changing the diaper he would wear overnight could, swear to God, be enough to make you puke. It literally came to a point that I personally could no longer do it. It sounds so so bad and selfish, and it probably is, but Mom had to do it before she left and came home from work; she's way less fazed by stuff like that than me. Yes, when we had the money, we got the cyst removed. What song gets better the louder it gets? Only like, every song I enjoy. The louder the better until it becomes obnoxious to others. What's the biggest inconvenience that does NOT ruin your day? Having to pee at like an unnatural frequency? haha What's something everybody should know how to do? Cook... which I don't know how to do. What is a great movie no one knows about? I'unno. I don't really know the success level of most movies unless you see stuff about it everywhere. What type of person could the world use less of? Rapists, pedophiles, monsters like that. What makes you tingle? I have this odd reaction to rubbing my hand while someone is holding it???? idk why????? What’s the best Wi-Fi name you’ve seen? Oh MAN, I wish I could remember 'em all. I've seen some goodies. What's easy to learn, but hard to master? God, it's pathetic that my immediate response is related to a video game, haha. Then again it's such a common idea that it's basically a meme in the World of Warcraft community. So, playing hunters in the game. They're argued to be one of the - if not the - easiest classes in the game that requires little to no skill, while as a hunter main, I disagree with the second part firmly. I don't know about the other specializations because I don't play them, but at least in beast mastery, it takes focus and thinking ahead to master your rotation for optimal damage and just to generally be a skilled player of the class. Not to mention you need to watch your pet(s), too. What's something you've changed your opinion on? Wow, LOTS. Tons of political ideas, like my stance on gay rights, transgender folks, etc... If you had a refilling bowl, what would you want it to contain? For some reason my mind immediately jumped to fresh strawberries. I'm picky with the firmness of fruit, so I won't eat them if they're older because ew. If your bedroom had three portals to anywhere, where would they lead? I mean this in the least creepy way possible, but Sara's house so we could actually hang out, Dad's house so I could see him more, and then uhhh South Africa to regularly see meerkitties. You can ask any author one question about their story. What do you ask? Oh, I dunno. I've got some for writers of other media, but I guess by "author," you mean this is for books exclusively. If you have caffeine late in the day, does it cause you to struggle with your sleep? Shit, I wouldn't even know because I essentially always have caffeine in my system. I don't believe it affects me. When you struggle to sleep, what do you do instead? Keep trying to sleep, or more common than not, I do exactly what you shouldn't do and get back on the laptop for a while. Who was the last person you spoke to for the first time? How did you come to speak to this person? My most recent therapist in the PHP. I love love love him. The therapists rotate the days they teach, and he was the last one I met. Are there any TV shows from your childhood that you still watch today? I'm not opposed to it if I actually watched television. Do you enjoy buying gifts for other people, or do you never know what to buy them? If I actually have the money to, omg yes. I honestly do think I create or buy very thoughtful gifts, and I just really enjoy reminding other people that I love and think about them. Who were you with the last time you went out for a meal? My sisters, Mom, and I went to the Cheesecake Factory for my birthday dinner. That place has come to oust Olive Garden as my favorite restaurant, haha. What’s the last thing you watched on TV? Is this a programme you watch regularly? I believe it was this amateur cooking show called Nailed It!, I think it was, with my mom when I sat in the living room with her for dinner one night. Do you have a favorite documentary subject (eg. nature, celebrities, history, crime)? Absolutely animals. Does having to wear a mask stop you from doing anything, just because you dislike them or find them uncomfortable? Do not fucking talk to me if you're anti-mask. If I set foot in public, I'm wearing a mask like a goddamn considerate human being. Do you prefer zip-up or overhead hoodies? Overhead. I really dislike the appearance of zippers on them. If you have a yard or garden, how much time do you spend out there? N/A When was the last time someone bought you flowers? What was the occasion? I think it was the first time Tyler came to my house. This was quite a few years ago. When was the last time you stayed overnight away from home? Was this with friends, family or in a hotel somewhere? What was the occasion? Hell, I'm pretty sure I haven't slept over anywhere since the last time I was visiting Sara, which was like, two years ago. What’s your favorite period to learn about in history? What got you interested in this particular era? The Renaissance; I always found it to be an attractive subject, art being in its "glory days" and all. My Art History course in college really hooked me in. What is the smallest thing you lose your temper over instantly? Homophobic bullshit. What's a job that doesn't get enough respect? As others have said before me, teachers might just top the list. The shit they gotta put up with for so little pay... What did you take for granted until you visited another country? I've never left America, so I wouldn't know. Who is your favorite scientist and why? I don't have a favorite; I don't know nearly enough about any. Do you prefer emoticons or emoji? I'm from the emoticons era, so I'm biased, haha. How did you meet your pet? Roman was the kitten of one of my sister's mother-in-law's females. They have quite a cat problem and wanted to adopt the kittens out, and Mom knew I desperately wanted a cat, so there we go. One day when we were over there, she showed me the kittens, and Roman caught my eye instantly with his beautiful blue eyes. Venus, I "met" via the Morph Market, a reptile hub website for selling, as the name implies, reptiles that are generally morphs of their species. I was clicking through the genes, keeping my price ceiling in mind, and really fell in love with champagnes, and I thought Venus in specific was just absolutely beautiful. I officially met her as a little thing mailed to me, and she was and still is just the sweetest. I wanna point out that when I chose Venus, I hadn't the slightest idea that champagnes harbored "the spider gene," as otherwise I would have avoided adopting her and feeding the market. Regardless, I love her to death and wouldn't trade her out. Did/Do you have any PEZ dispensers? I did as a kiddo, yeah. Do you enjoy erotic stories? If so, do you read them or write them? No; they make me really uncomfortable. When writing RP, some scenes can get sexual, but I have my limits for sure and know when to stop writing and just time-skip. If you had to choose, which one would you rather have: a pet or a baby? Keep the baby away from me. Gimme a plains hognose or tarantula, please. ^Why did you choose the one you chose? I don't want kids at all but would love the mentioned animals as pets. Do you live with your parents or on your own/with a partner? I live with my mother. What's the car of your dreams? I don't have a "dream car." Have you ever witnessed something or someone die? Animals, yes. Has anyone ever told you that you snore or talk in your sleep? I don't snore, but I talk a LOT. Do you have any houseplants? No. Are you more on a laptop or a desktop computer? I only have a laptop, and I prefer them for portability's sake. If you could do absolutely anything, what would you like to do the most? Entirely leave behind my anxiety, probably. Or PTSD. Do you think your parents raised you well? Yeah. Dad didn't really take much part in "raising" us/enforcing rules and stuff, but hey, my sisters and I wound up being good people. Do you have a Facebook? Yeah. Do you know any of your neighbors? Definitely not well. We haven't lived here long at all. Does/did any of your relatives have an interesting, nowadays unusual job? I'm sure somebody does. Have you met your ideal partner yet? I think so. Have you had a serious relationship yet? If so, how many? Yeah, two. Do you enjoy books, magazines or comic books the most? Books. Are your parents old-fashioned or up-to-date about certain things? Dad is more old-fashioned I think, while Mom is pretty up-to-date. Do you or did you at some point keep a diary? I very briefly did on a few occasions. I always had a journal I wrote in during all my hospital stays. Have you ever upcycled trash into useful items? I remember I once followed this craft idea on Animal Planet where you turn a milk jug into a bird house. We never got any birds in it, though. Which color Skittle do you like best? The only right answer is red. What’s your favorite element? Of the classic four, fire. If you had your own radio show, what would it be like? YIKES, I don't want one. Don't make me talk in front of (through a radio or not) people. What has been the biggest surprise you’ve ever gotten? An "impossible" breakup over Facebook Messenger lmaoooo. Is there a holiday you can’t stand at all? There aren't any that I "can't stand," but I do hold at least some degree of dislike of ones bastardized by religion. It's disrespectful as fuck. Who is your favorite person in the whole world? My mom. Has there ever been an activity you became obsessed with? I was definitely obsessed with RPing in my early teens. Like, I ALWAYS wanted to be writing it. What has been the strangest place you ran into someone from your past? I can't think of an occurance. What is something people tend to come to you about? Anything related to English and grammar. If applicable, what's the furthest you've traveled because of a hobby? For purely a hobby, definitely not very far, partially because I can't drive or afford travelling via plane or whatever. Do you have souvenirs from other countries? If so, what and from where? N/A What do you do when someone is talking to you about something you don't care about? Pretend to be interested to avoid being rude. Do you have Photoshop installed on your computer? Yeah. Do you put lotion on after you get out of the shower? No, but I need to. Has anyone ever given you a promise ring? No. Do you have any bruises on you? Yeah, on my shin. When getting in Ash's van the other day, I hit it against the thing that helps you step up into the vehicle. Because of my muscle atrophy, I, and I am not kidding, can barely manage to absolutely yank myself up there. And mind you, her van isn't even very high up at all. My legs are just that damn weak. Any changes in appearance lately? Gaining weight is fucking lovely. Who was the last person to call you babe or baby? Probably a gal friend commenting on a selfie or something on Facebook. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? Sometimes. Do you actually care about other's problems? Probably too much for my own good. Have you ever gotten a teddy bear from someone? Besides my mom, I don't think so.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''big bad wolf'' by in this moment

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softsweetsuffering · 3 years

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OC LIST (New)

Trey:

Has an ability to mimic or amplify abilities/powers of others, as well as telekinesis

Was previously part of a group of people who also had abilities, however after mistreatment and other issues within the group, he left.

He's got a good wealth behind him.

Extremely gentle

Handsome ;)

Loves photography

Has lavender hair

Respects all

'Secretly' Plays violin

Lowkey a sugardaddy

Hamrish Benat:

Has four eyes!

Pink and blonde hair

He loves parkour (as in climbing buildings and leaping around in gyms)

Has PTSD (There are two AUS of which I default as to how he obtained it)

Ready to deck a bitch

Trained nurse

Loves teddy bears and fuzzy pink socks.

Also goes by Hami/Hayden

Andy peters:

Strong, kind.

The quiet Big Type, doesn't always talk, but his heart is in good places.

Wishes he could do more

Buff + Tall

Wears a pair of dogtags.

Has red streaks in his hair for the fun of it

Is extremely brotherly to Adrian

is friends with Hami

Adrian Géarán:

Nervous Malnutritioned anxiety filled tired mess

Has emotionally linked fire abilities (does not like having them)

likes to make little robots!

Easily bullied

Missing an arm

Struggles with normal life

Blames himself for Andys death

Looks unintentionally vaguely like Fry from Futurama

Chris:

Leader of a summer camp for kiddos

Huge fan of the outdoors

Loves to garden

Red head with freckles

Healthy!

Good build, a little on the below-average male height

Likes to hike

Loves kids

Strong but pacifistic

Great smile

Surprisingly a little shy around other adults

Bisexual

Himbo energy

Douglas Connelly:

Just a regular chubby guy

His chub is only important because this man gives some of the best hugs, he's like a marshmallow

He is outwardly confident about his size, even if it sometimes worries him internally

He loves music, loves to groove in the kitchen while making snacks

Always open for roommates and new friends (one of his roommates is a hot bartender called Donovan)

A bit awkward but he tries his best.

Tucker:

Badass

Bunny hybrid (ears :3)

White hair

Likes to wear denim jackets

Fast runner

Has had experience working in the force

Izekiel Iris:

Bruised and abused in a facility

Was turned from human into A being of made of Paint (Useful? no. Fun? yes. Rainbow blood anyone?)

Loves painting

Wallflower

Easily anxious

Loves to draw on his own arms

Matthew Libelle:

Aka Matty Very delayed development wise as well as Autistic

Very much a texture lad, soft blankets are his thing.

Doesn't like loud sounds ( who does honestly).

Tries his hardest to function normally but it's hard.

Watermelon colours are his fav. Green hoodie is his fav.

Has watermelon pink hair.

Gale:

Eldritch bab

Was cursed by a group of guys who were messing with magics they didn't understand

Did in fact murder said group of guys and is traumatised by the idea he has become a monster

hears voices

Has Tendrils that have burst out of his back

Has the ability to move from this realm to the Eldritch planes and back. (is terrified of said planes)

Doesn't have a home

Black curly hair- frizzy- shimmers like Slick oil

Shy type kinda, tall Pale. cold.

Kinda wishes he could just go back to normal.

Would really like to eat some fresh warm bread.

Rowan maverick

Was abandoned as a teen

Also known as Rogue/Red.

Lost some of their tongues making them mute

Trained Assassin.

Previously part of a cult

Addict to painkillers (Caused by the mental issues from the cult and the loss of tongue.)

Bad with Physical affection

Could use a friend

Jace

Cop/Ex Cop.

Laid off after an incident

Has a pubby called Otis

Likes the occasional beer

Dad energy

Issac Merewen

Was previously a Teacher - grade 11/12s

Kidnapped and kept Drugged the hell up.

Was given the new name: Jess/Jack. AKA The Jester

Now has Amnesia problems .(Anomic aphasia)

Was stored Cramped in box.

Needs glasses. (Long sighted. Cant see Infront of him for shit without glasses. He specifically likes round ones :3)

Natrually Blonde

He was very inspired by the Chitty Chitty bang bang scene, “Doll on a music box”.

- He naturally has two different coloured eyes :D

-He likes podcast n occasionally audiobooks. Its good for learning/remembering words, and way easier than straining his eyes. Although it is upsetting occasionally when he can remember more of a book/podcast he’s into more than real words or real-life things.

Tyrone Li

Incubus.

Wise, Patient, caring.

Brown tattoos wind up his hips and torso, curling around his chest around his heart, and around his back, flaring at his neck.

Glasses.

Loves plants and flora

Sex lost meaning when he was younger. He wants true intimacy again but he wants to find the right person..

Glamors hide the following features:

Tail, brown that gradients into Green, Leaf like tip.

Horns, curled. (green tipped :0)

Glamors break usually after a certain period of time regardless of feeding, however, during bad situations/fight the body may unglamour to reserve the last of its energy.

Caspian:

Basically immortal but can die (Reincarnations)

Not a pacifist, but not instantly into violence

He was blessed by the Heart of the Ocean (Shes wonderful <3)

Can control water, can do minor healing with water

Can make water bubble/ boil when angry

Glowy veins when powers are active

He has had many many lives

Soft..caring..Doesnt remember alot of his past..

Doesn't know how many times hes died

Doesn't have alot of family or friends

Goes on many adventures

Elio Solren.

Nickname: Sunshine

Good lad.

Is a shapeshifter Dealt with being told he was happy and always upbeat. People leaving or ignoring him whenever he wasn't started building this sense of need to be happy all the time for others.

Lots of struggles with self image. Being perfect. Appeasing everyone. Poor self body love/self body image.

Is scared about The hate from humans about shifters. The jealousy and fear about them being able to hide behind other faces.

Smiles to hide the pain

Punk/hipster vibes

Intricate golden tattoos

Doesn't open up easily

Doesn't like to admit to being in pain

Kotori

AKA Corey

Owl lad!

Bright yellow piercing eyes. But is totally blind. (Face scars)

Loves music.

Plays the uke.. hums..sings sometimes.

Big wings- like barn owl.

Likes to perch in trees

Jeremey Caulfield

Winter baby

Was left bleeding in the snow at some point

Father Lovely old man (John)

Mother died (Ellie)

Birthday December 23h

Blue eyes

Black hair

Russel

Box boy

Glasses

Red hair

Real sweetheart

Really needs more dev ; ;

Jules

Loves tofu n chicken

Touchstarved

Stubborn af

Kicks ass!

Has Sass

Wears binders/sports bras for Lotsa running n such

Black hair big messy pigtails

Dark brown eyes.

Has a navy bear sleeps with it ‘doesn't care’ about it but does

Gymnast/kickboxing. Bandages around hands

Loved swinging bars since being a kiddo

Trampolines!!

Participates in Underground fight ring to make easy money

Sleeps on just a mattress

Has a laptop for study work but she's slowly giving up on bothering.

(She's not one originally but Werewolf Jules is one of my fav things)

Miles

Part mole, part orphan

Lives underground

Very light-sensitive

Is colourblind

Absolute nerd

loves tinkering with things

is scared of humans

very foggy memories of his parents.

Leilah/ Lei

Can make/control shadows.

Owns a Magic skull(Speaks to it)

Lives in the woods

Wears a skull to spook off people from her woods

Has Tattoos that are shadow/absorb shadows

Kinda bad at maintaining friendships

Emotionally Distant

Wears a cloak.

Bao Ketsuyki

Blood magic bab

Short

East Asian.

Pink/red medium length hair

Big pretty red flower scar from blood magic use on her shoulder/ back.

Little bit foolish, little bit reckless.

Has almost died a few times from her magic use.

Oran Audun

Pale

Punk

Irish

Plays Guitar

Writes in journal, occasionally song lyrics, occasionally little messy ink drawings.

Easy to aggravate (On edge) however is trying to learn how to meditate and be calmer

Covered head to toe in scars but still tries to find confidence in himself. He doesn't find it unattractive, but he feels like others have no need to witness his scars.

loves wearing leather/fabric wrist bracelets

Unwelcome hands have used his body as a research object

Very very against physical contact, needs to break into it.

Ray

Social worker works mainly with kids.

Has a Shy guy tattoo.

His family consists of a Good ma, younger sister, and super baby brother

Dad died but dad was good.

Dirty blonde hair, kinda messy

Short, 5’

Socks the pupper is his helpful lil buddy (hes so round and white and fluffy)

Super dad vibes.

Owen

a hockey player n gymnast.

His mother died when he was about 9.

has an older brother who is a bit of a big jock type

quite protective and caring of his two much younger siblings.

ended up in a nasty scuffle though at some point during his more competitive years in Hockey

This leads to following his passion for Gym

Pole vault, the rings, trampoline.

Still plays hockey among mates or strangers on the weekends in the cold months tho

Ends up taking a position as a gym teacher for kids after taking a childhood course since he was so good at it.

actually a really sweet guy

Soft but likes his sport and jokes.

He can hold his own somewhat more than he appears.

has blue tips/stripes in his blonde hair.

He often wears varsity jackets or baseball tees. As well as a couple other sport wear shirts. (A. Good few are from his bro ofc. Free merch)

He's short but he's got a fairly decent build on him.

He's got a surprisingly good tackle if you aren't careful. And a good grip strength.

Nohea

but everyone calls him Noah.

Works at a Boba tea cafe..

likes to surf.

has an Epic board.

Back and shoulders all littered with lines and tic tac toe-like scars.

he's the type to brush off any questions and change topic while smiling. But not super bubbly. Just. Go lucky.

has a few friends who like to hang out at the cafe

Was in a surfing accident that involved a lot of rocks.

Ila

4’8 Soft. Short.

Ready to protect.

Loves to bake!!!

Smells like a vanilla cupcake most of the time

Isn't afraid to fight although isn't trained

likes Yoga ( and yoga pants)

Needs glasses but doesn't wear them (tsk tsk, unless tryign to read recipes)

Dyes hair silver/white

Jake

Homeless

Snake hybrid can transform his lower half from human legs to tail

Also has fangs, and therefore venom

He's got a lot of sass

Can be a bit of an asshole but soft around the right people

Isn't used to kindness

doesn't cry easily

Steals food

Mac Hiato

Also known as Caf

5’6

Very Grumpy.

Very often has bags under his eyes.

Hoodie is life

Insomnia has serious trouble sleeping.

Has nightmares of strangulation

Occasionally sufferers sleep paralysis

Scared of dark- night lights

Owns a mouse called Bean

Does freelancing webdesgisn/coding as job.

Sits like a gay.

Lives on coffee

Minorly Lactose intolerant

Has One bad eye

Neema

Egyptian

Mechanic

Her dad's a mechanic and used to bring her to work all the time

dead mum: which affected her ability to emote.

Works part time at the garage

Dad likes to bring gifts on their small catch-ups that happen every once in a while.

Sheeee. Suffers a bit of resting bitch face.

she's kinda stunted emotionally because she was raised by her dad, who, isn't great with emotions himself being a man's man and all.

She's very much a tomboy gal. Doesn't exactly get dressed up. because she finds it tiresome and not "her".

Also if she did/does have friends the nickname Nemo 100% crops up because it's sadly alll too fitting but also kinda sweet.

She's actually really into cars and mechanics. Which is one of the few good reasons her dad and her are close.

She's hard to get to know, very quiet. And if you're someone who dominates the conversation she won't speak up much, but you'll be surprised to how much she's listened.

Just because she looks tired and done doesn't actually mean she feels that way.

Samson (Lemonade boi)

His name is Samson, but he prefers Sun/Sunny. (Other more affectionate nicknames include Lemondrop and Sunflower.)

He really likes going out to markets and stuff like that, little stalls or knick knack shops to find the odd kinda items.

He also really likes wandering big forests. (Hes got some o that fae energy) He collects various cool stones/rocks/plants from some of them. He also has some small vials from waterfalls and ponds he’s encountered)

He wants to practice magic to become a witch! He loves the candles and rocks and other cool things that come with the craft. (He inherited things from his father)

He really likes loose fitting shirts too, like flowy things, ones with sleeves that drape past your fingers, or has extra fabric on the bottom that dangle down past hips. (Sometimes they come from the ladies section just because they’re softer and have more variety. Others from op shops and other niche little stores.)

He bought a cologne from a witch that looks cursed but the only curse is that it makes the one who puts it on smell like citrus..so not much of curse. (The bottle looks fuckin neato tho)

He looves fizzy drinks. Doesn’t mind his alcohol either, however it takes a surprising amount to get him on his ass despite looking like a serious lightweight.

He’s pretty average in build, bit of muscle in his arms, some fat on his thighs. Slight pouch of a tum (cause no ones flat and thats unrealistic :<)

He’s about 5′4. So not tall, but not the shortest of the short.

He kinda likes to backpack about. Not staying in places long if they get boring. Which means he is kinda jack of all trades when it comes to work, offering to fix things for pay, lots of casual work doing various things.(One of his favorites was helping a little old lady run a paint shop.)

He occasionally snorts when he laughs and tries not to.

He has his ears pierced, and he has a little yellow gemed stud in his nose.

The ring around his neck he found in the middle of a patch of mushrooms.

He has a couple other tattoos. One of them is of bubbles up his wrist :3 He also has some stars on his ankle, and a sunflower on one of his fingers on his left hand.

He’s not super in to gardening but he does have his lemon tree. He also wants to grow some mandarins

His eyes look silver in a lot of lights, but occasionally there’s some strange hints of yellow, and other times blue.

He has freckles!!!! that look alot like bubbles ;)

He has a twin brother called Fraser.

Scrunches his nose

Hides his laughter behind his hand

#OC List #ocs #god this took forever #B's Ocs #my list #oc list new #fuck me ; ;#im not gonna tag all of them.. its not worth it..#thanks for the reminder anon

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fungi12325 · 4 years

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Christmas with the Sides

This is my first Fanfic I’ve ever done, so feedback is definitely welcome.

Type: platonic

Pairing: LAMP

Word count : 1971 words

Warnings : not that I can think of, Logan cries at the end, if you want anything tagged, Let me know :)

Notes : I got the description of the gingerbread smell from here

Prompt from @sander-sides-prompts : It’s finally the gang’s first Christmas together. They’re all discussing what they’d like, but Logan hasn’t said anything. Then, they find out he’s never had presents at Christmas. The others make it their mission to buy him the best presents yet.

So, Christmas day comes, and they insist Logan opens his presents last. Roman, Patton and Virgil open theirs (in that order, you can decide the presents), and at last comes Logan’s. He is handed two presents. When he opens them, he finds a small beige teddy bear wearing a white and dark blue patterned scarf, and a life size identical version of the scarf, with a few different details added to the pattern(the most noticeable are smol hearts).

Logan almost cries, it’s the best thing he’s ever received, other than the others’ love.

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The fire crackled in the fireplace, flames licking the logs. Patton worked away in the kitchen, rolling out the gingerbread, and getting it ready to cook. The smell of cinnamon, French vanilla, and fresh baked sugar cookies filled the air, swirling and mixing with the smoky aroma of the fire. Virgil and Logan were in their normal spots, Logan sitting at the table working hard on a new time table for Thomas, and Virgil was laying on the couch, eyes closed, headphones in, oblivious to the world around him.

Roman strode down the stairs, notepad in hand, and got everyone’s attention.

“My beautiful subjects! The jolly time of Christmas is upon us! I have arrived to ask what it is your heart pines for this season.” Upon Romans loud entrance, Virgil perked up and took his headphones off.

“Uhh, I don’t know Princey, a new hoodie? Some audiobooks?” Virgil answered.

“A little boring, but if that is what you want my chemically imbalanced romance!” said Roman, scribbling down the sides answer as Virgil rolled his eyes, putting his headphones back on. “What about you Patton? What is it your heart wishes for?”

“Oh come on kiddo, you know that I just want everyone to be happy!” Roman looks up from his notepad and raises his eyebrows. “Uh, but if i had to get something, it would…” Patton paused, thinking what did he want? He already had everything he needed, his kids were really the only important thing to him. He looked up and Roman was still staring at him, waiting for an answer. “It would probably be new soft toys, or a DVD to watch with all of you.”

“Alright, thanks Padre. Now, I personally would love tickets to Hamilton, which is showing next week at the theatre around the corner.” Roman declared.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Subtle much, princey?”

“I’m just letting everyone know what it is that I wish for!” Roman retorted. The two continued arguing, but Patton drowned them out. They would tire themselves out eventually, and there was something more important going on. There was something wrong with Logan, he hadn’t said a thing this whole time, not even a glance up from his papers.

“Hey, kiddo, everything ok?” Patton asked.

“Wh-oh yes everything is quite alright. I was just finishing up some work. Thank you” Patton looked into Logans eyes to see if he was lying. The logical side just smiled and went back to work. But before he could put his pen back onto the paper, Roman asked what he wanted for Christmas.

Logan didn’t know how to respond. Unknown to the other sides, Logan had never received a Christmas gift before. He didn’t see the point in exchanging gifts, since all of them could summon what they wished at any point in time.

“Logan?” Roman pressed.

“I’m quite ok, I don’t need anything.” He said, adjusting his glasses, and went back to work. The other sides exchanged a glance, and nodded at Patton.

“Kiddo, have you ever gotten a gift before?”

Logan shook his head, he didn’t want to keep the truth from them. “No,” he whispered.

Virgil, Patton and Roman all looked at each other again, and nodded. If this was Logan’s first ever Christmas, they were going to make it the best Christmas he’ll ever have.

Later that night, Virgil, Patton and Roman all huddled in the creative sides room, brainstorming ideas for Logan’s present.

“He’s always got his nose in a book, why don’t we get him one of those?” Roman suggested.

“I’m not sure Princey, I think he has enough of them already. Maybe stationary? Pens, pencils, notebooks?” Virgil added.

Patton interrupted Virgil’s thoughts, “Come on guys! This is the first Christmas gift he’s getting! It needs to be special! Something he’ll have forever…”

Patton got lost in thought and Virgil needed to shake him slightly to wake him from his daze.

“Patton, you ok?” Virgil asked, concerned.

“I have an idea.”

Over the next few days, Logan saw less and less of his family. I didn’t faze him too much, he needed to finish some work anyway, and they only distracted him. But he still missed them, and was intrigued as to what they were up to. When he next saw Patton he asked what they were up to. The only response he got was Patton dissolving into a fit of giggles and saying, “it’s a secret.” After that it was obvious to Logan that he wasn’t going to get a response out of him, so he moved onto questioning Roman.

“Hello Roman. I was just wondering where you, Virgil and Patton have been disappearing to lately.”

“Fear not!” he said in his usual excitement, “All shall come to light soon Teach!”

So Roman wasn’t going to tell him what was going on either, which left him with Virgil.

“Hello Virgil, I was wond-” “Don’t worry about it L, I know what you’re going to ask.”

“Then can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll find out soon”

So no one was going to tell him what was happening. This was not ideal, but he guessed he would just have to wait.

Christmas rolled around and everyone was filled with excitement. The four of them walked into the living room and sat in front of the tree.

“Roman, do you want to go first?” Logan asked. The creative side nods his head excitedly.

“Here ya go kiddo!” Patton hands him a small box. Inside is a colourful bandage.

“It’s for your your sword! To wrap around the hilt so that when your fighting off all those bad guys, you can add a bit of colour!”

“Aw! Thank you Padre. Merry Christmas,” says Roman pulling Patton into a close hug.

“Well I suppose now I should give you my gift,” said Logan, breaking up Patton and Roman’s hug. He handed Roman a small package. “It came to my attention that your current sash was looking a little tattered” he said, adjusting his glasses. “Merry Christmas Roman” A little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Maybe Christmas wasn’t such a bad thing. He got to spend more time with his family, seeing them all so happy was something that he loved possibly even more than working.

“Here’s my gift, Roman” Virgil said, bringing Logan’s thought to a halt. A small envelope was passed from one hand to the other. Roman teared at the paper, tipping out its contents. His eyes widened in shock.

“Are these-”

“Yep” Virgil replied with a small side smile. He had gotten Roman exactly what he asked for, four tickets to to Hamilton.

Roman was speechless. Actual tickets to see Hamilton live?! It was more than he could have ever asked for!

“Roman? Are you ok? I could take th-” “NO! Uh, I mean, no, This is awesome! I’m not gonna throw away “My Shot” at seeing Hamilton!” Roman laughed. Spending this much time around Patton had definitely done something to his sense of humour.

Next was Patton’s turn. Roman handed him a floppy present, similar to the one that Logan gave him. Patton wasted no time ripping into the red wrapping of the present. The first thing he saw was the yellow and black stripes of his Hogwarts house, Hufflepuff.

“Oh my gosh! Thank you so much Roman!” Said Patton excitedly. He looked down at the tag on the scarf, it read one simple sentence, “‘to the cutest little puffball we’ve got.’ “Roman this is too cute!”

“No problem Dad” Roman said with a smile. It was great to see Patton truly happy. No fake smiles. No hiding sadness. Just pure happy Patton. “Merry Christmas”

The next person to hand Patton a present was Virgil. A medium sized box covered in green paper. When Patton took off the lid, he gasped in delight.

“A unicorn!” He squealed. It was a simple white unicorn toy with a rainbow mane and a gold horn. Patton knew that he would cherish this for the rest of his life. “Thank you so much Virgil!” Patton said, wrapping the scarf around the soft toys neck, giggling as he did.

“No problem Popstar. Merry Christmas” he said with a little smile.

Logan reached over to the table to grab his gift for the Moral side.

“I thought this would be a suitable gift for you,” he said as Patton opened the small box. It was filled with little metal shapes.

“Are these cookies cutters?” Patton asked excitedly.

“Yes, this way you can make even more little shapes with your baked goods” Logan replied. He watched Patton as he dug through the pile of shapes, looking at each one, getting even more enthusiastic with each new shape.

After Patton had looked at cookie cutter carefully, picturing them as biscuits, he gave his gift to Virgil, “I hope you like it” He said hopefully. He had always thought of Virgil as his son, and really hoped he likes his present. Virgil unwrapped the box and saw a brand new pair of headphones.

“Thank you so much Patton! I needed a new pair of these” Virgil said. He couldn’t take his eyes off the headphones, and almost fell off the couch when Roman cleared his throat to give Virgil his present.

“Don’t forget about me Virge! Here ya go” He said as he handed Virgil a small box. He unwrapped it, and had to blink twice to make sure he was seeing things correctly.

“A fidget cube?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah! Didn’t Patton give you when he was trying to calm you down?” He was getting worried now. Did Virgil like it? “Do you like it?” Roman asked cautiously.

“Of course I do Princey! I love it! I just didn’t think you had remembered that”

“Well, I’m full of surprises aren't I?” Roman giggled.

Logan usually enjoyed listening to Roman and Virgil talk, but he wanted to finish off some work, and knew that this banter would go on for ages if he didn’t step in to do something about it.

“Here’s my present for you, Virgil.” He said, handing him a small card.

“A gift card?” Virgil asked.

“Yes, for audiobooks, is that not what you asked for?”

Yeah, yeah it is. I love it, Thank you Logan, and do you know who’s turn it is now?” Virgil said, elbowing Logan, as the others grabbed a box from under the table.

“Really, it is quite alright, I don’t need-” No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t stop the box that was being pushed into his hands. Logan sighed and took the lid off. He was about to say that he really didn’t need anything when he looked down and saw a little beige bear wearing a striped scarf.

“Is this for...me?” Logan asked.

“Yes silly! Do you like it?” Patton pressed.

“It comes with a scarf for you as well,” Roman added, pulling the scarf out of the box. It was identical to the one that the bear was wearing. White, with dark blue stripes, the only obvious difference were the small red hearts that dotted the scarf, betraying the fact that Patton made it.

Logan’s eyes started to sting with tears. They did all this for him? He tried to blink back the droplets of water that were forming in his eyes, but it was to late, a single salty tear ran down the Logical Side’s face, leaving a small trail that sparkled in the firelight.

“Hey, buddy is everything ok?” Patton looked over and saw Logan crying, it was the first time that anyone had seen the usually emotionless side cry, but despite the tears streaming down his face, Logan was beaming. It was the happiest he had been in a long time.

“Everything’s perfect.”

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wolfdeamonghoul · 5 years

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It should have been me

Summary: Bucky and you had a good relationship, until he felt like didn’t need you anymore and so he breaks up with you and starts dating Natasha soon after. It only takes seeing you walking down the isle, saying your ‘i dos’ to someone else for him to realize his mistake.

Warnings: angst. A lot of it.

AN: this idea has been in my head for awhile and so here I am sharing it with you all. Enjoy! ❤️

“Babe, this is one long ass list. Are you sure?” Bucky asked glancing up at the redhead who had just given him a piece of paper that held things he needed to get. “James Buchanan Barnes,” Natasha Romanoff Warned him. “You better get that shit from the list if you don’t want to see the wrath of the Black Widow.” She snapped angrily.

Sighing in defeat, Bucky nodded letting out a chuckle, “ok ok, doll, I got it.” He kissed her cheek quickly, “I’ll see you tonight, ok?” His smile made the former spy melt instantly, who would have thought that sort of thing would ever happen to her though? What a crazy world...

“Go.” She couldn’t fight back the smile that tugged at her lips anymore. The ex Winter Soldier laughed. “Ok, babe, I got it.”

The sun was already setting by the time Bucky had finished the list. Due to getting sidetracked by some children around him wanting an autograph. Which he wouldn’t disappoint them to. He loved how he had fans.

“Sheesh, I can’t believe I took that long.” He laughed pulling up his hoodie as he picked up the brown paper bags that they had given to him. Walking out of the store with them in his arms. Since his motorcycle was in the shop and Nat would have killed him if he used her car and considering that it was the middle of summer. How could he not refuse to just walk around, enjoying the fresh air around him?

As he walked Bucky couldn’t help himself from looking around as he walked, getting lost in the picture perfect scenery. Nearly jumping once he heard noises, turning his head he saw people sitting in seats. And the violets around the stage, it made his breath hitch. They were your favorite flowers.

But there was no way you would be there. Right? After Bucky broke up with you you immediately left the tower, contacting the avengers once in awhile but that was it.

About ready to leave the soldier stopped in his tracks once he saw you. But you were in a wedding dress. He bit down on his bottom lip as he watched you walk down the isle, following the little girl throwing flower petals along the ground as she led you up the isle.

To say you were beautiful was an understatement to him. Because you looked downright gorgeous in the long flowing snow white dress that fit you perfectly, accentuating your curves nicely. Curves that he once touched.

Sudden memories of what you two once were started flooding his mind. To when you first met, you were the newest shield recruit and learning as much as you could about shield and the avengers and such. But when the two of you locked eyes, he swore that he wanted to kiss you right then.

Then to the time he first asked you out on a date. He was a complete nervous wreck, due to the fact he hadn’t asked a woman out since the 40s. But relief washed over him when you actually said yes. You two had an unforgettable time at the water park. He still had the picture of you after winning that teddy bear. It used to be his lock screen until he changed it after he started dating Nat.

Hell he even remembers the conversations the two of you would have over your wedding day. About how you would wear the same dress your mother wore on her own wedding day. And how he would love to start a family with you one day...

Where the hell did you go wrong? When did he fall out of love? When he started to grow feelings for Natasha.

“I don’t get it,” you sighed heavily as you looked at him, trying your hardest to keep the tears you had from showing up. “What did I do wrong? Is it someone else?” Your voice cracked as you asked him. Getting irritated instantly Bucky let out a heavy sigh himself, “for fucks sake... yes! (Y/n)! Yes it is someone else! I don’t love you anymore because you’re worthless to me!” He snapped at you, but he tried his hardest not to be too aggressive towards you.

“When i’m with you it feels like I can’t be myself anymore!” Which he realized was never true. When he was with you the best of him showed. “You’re too fucking clingy and Not to mention that you are a horrible fighter! You get distracted too easily!” Another thing he realizes was never true. You never were clingy nor a shitty fighter. You were the best fighter shield ever had. And you always gave him space when needed it... he was the one who decided to get attached to someone else while in a relationship with you.

“I don’t need you anymore!” He screamed at you, his face turning red without fury. “Get all your shit and get the fuck out of here! Get out of my life!” Things that you didn’t deserve to hear. Because now he finally realizes that’s he truly does need you. That instead of just watching you leave with tears in your eyes, he should have ran after you. Apologized to you over a million times along with whispers of him promising to make it up to you. To be a better boyfriend in the future.

He didn’t know why, but for some reason, Bucky thought that maybe if he did apologize and beg for your forgiveness that maybe he could get you back before whoever your husband to be steals you away.

But before he could object to anything the priest spoke, “I now pronounce you, Mr and Mrs Howlett.” He smiled as you and Logan locked eyes lovingly at each other. “You may now kiss the bride.” Without a second thought your lips connected with Logans rough ones. Everyone around you clapping.

How long had Bucky been in thought? Reminiscing about all the memories you had shared with him over the years. How he took them all for granted.

Without a second thought the man walked far away from the scene before you or anyone else noticed him. He walked all the way back to the home he shared with Natasha. Should he really consider her as a lover now that he realizes that he truly loved (y/n)?

After putting everything away Bucky sat on the couch. Thinking over how you’ll now share you’re forever with someone else. Not him. Not how you used to dream of it. And now He’s regretting all those mistakes he made. He never should have let you go. He should have begged for forgiveness. He should have been the one waiting for you to walk down the isle. The one ready to seal your fate with his own lips. If only he never took you for granted...

He blinked back the tears, but they were too much so he stopped fighting them. Letting them cascade down his cheeks. “It should have been me,” he whispered brokenly. “I should have been the one you would spend the rest of your life with... now I’m with someone I thought I loved, but it wasn’t true.” He let out a quiet sob. Never in his life had he felt this broken since Hydra. But that was when he had you close to him.

“I made the worst mistake possible,”

#bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader angst #wolverine x reader #buckynat #logan howlett x reader #james barnes x reader #angst

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dalamjisung · 5 years

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natural progression ❀ kim woojin

genre: slight angst, fluff, friends to lovers!au

word count: 3686

pairing: reader x kim woojin

description: college tore you guys apart. is it fixable?

You guys were best friends. That was the most important part of the whole fucking story; you guys were best friends and suddenly you weren’t. High school came and left and your friendship was maintained– sleepovers at his house, movie marathons at yours, and picnics at the park in between the two. It was so perfect that you actually thought nothing could ruin it. You blame naive you for all this pain, you blame her and her stupid fantasies of a future in which you guys would forever be best friends. If she hadn’t cultivated those fairytales in her head, maybe you’d be feeling a little better by now.

College was the guilty factor in all of this, and you started hating every second of it. You could still remember– if you really wanted to– the day you guys took the college entrance exams. He was way smarter than you, and till this day you swear he must’ve downplayed a lot in the exam, because you both go into the same college. Not in the top 3 ones, but still a part of the top 10. After the test you guys went to your house and snuggled up under your covers, whispering dreams and fears about college. You never voiced it out loud, but this was your biggest one– losing him. Losing your best friend, Kim Woojin.

Freshman year was the first mistake. Keeping in touch was not enough, you guys tried your best to go out for coffee once a week and go to parties together. However, it wasn’t quite like that; once you started making new friends, and he started meeting new people, and you two started seeing that the world went beyond just the two of you, in your bubble, under the covers. It was all fresh and new, meeting new people that had the same interest you did, and you feel as if you got lost in that. Woojin tried inviting you to go to the bar with his friends and come over, but you were always busy, so he just smiled and watched you have fun. He was happy you were happy; that was all that mattered.

Sophomore year was his only mistake, and it lasted until the middle of Junior year, when he tried to make up for it, but you weren’t having it. You felt hurt and betrayed and you wished you could delete that image from your mind. His hands on her waist, his mouth on hers, his words. Y/N is not important, just forget about her. But you were– at least that day, you were important. It was the one day in the year that you allowed yourself to be top priority for those whom you love and love you back. Your birthday had always been very important to you because all of your best memories are tied to it; simpler times, when your parents wouldn’t pressure you, when Woojin would text you everyday because he had just gotten his first cellphone, when everyone was still together. You allowed him to explain, but he only made it worse.

“You’re just never here anymore,” He shouted, eyebrows furrowed and you had forgotten how scare Woojin could get. “Why am I the only one having to make an effort?”

“Making an effort?” You whispered, tears accumulated in your eyes; you saw him soften as soon as the first droplet fell from your eyes. “If it’s that hard, just forget it. There was a time when it was simple and easy and… and natural. But if it’s hard, please don’t even bother.”

You admit it was stupid of you to blow up on him like that, but it hurt. A lot. It was true, though– what he said. You guys had been fighting, something you never did before, all the time. And it was getting tiring, and it was wearing both of you down. By the end of Junior year, both of you stopped trying.

It was now Senior year of college and you missed him. Dearly. Your birthday was by the end of the week and you wished you still had your best friend, your teddy bear, close to you, under the covers, rewatching Korean dramas like there was no tomorrow. But he was busy now, with new friends to call and new places to go, while you moped in your dorm for various reasons. One of them was obviously him, but the other ones was the fact that this was your only free day during the entire week, and you’d be damned if you didn’t use it to do whatever you wanted to do.

It was already 10PM, but you could swear your stomach didn’t care, and suddenly the craving from spicy ramen rushed through your whole body. You waddled to the kitchen but you were all out, resulting in one simple, yet undesired, solution: going to the store to buy it. Grumbling, you through over a large grey hoodie and put your shoes on. It wasn’t like the walk was a long way away, but you didn’t feel like braving the cold, snowy night all alone. Woojin would always be with me during snow nights, you thought sighing, and closing the door behind you. You get it, what happened between you two, and you even admit your fair share of fault in it all, but it was just impossible to forget. He was impossible to forget.

“This is such a stupid fight…” You mumble to yourself as you kick a stray rock. “But it’s been so long, almost two months without speaking.”

The ultimate question was: is it fixable?

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1st time

The first time was that same night. You were grumbling through the streets, food in hand, on your way back to warmth, when you feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Looking behind, you noticed a shadow, tall and large, creeping up, slowly and steady, and in your mind, the flight or fight alarm was activated. With your blood pumping, you ran as fast as you could, to closest known location– an apartment complex you knew as if it was home.

You type in the password– thanking the gods for Woojin being a creature of habit and setting all his passwords the same since high school– and you get in, choosing to stay in the lobby, by the elevator. You could kids of still see the shadow outside, and as the adrenaline started to fade, you could feel your legs give out. Hands shaking, legs weak, and nauseous; you had no clue how’d you get home. In the midst of it all, you barely heard the elevator opening behind you.

“… are you alright?” Someone asks behind you.

“No.” You whisper.

“Do you live here?”

“No.”

“How did you get in?” He asks, and now he is crouched in front of you, face soft and yet, cautious.

“I know one of the residents.” You say, trying to stabilize your voice. “Kim Woojin, 4th floor.”

“Oh, do you want me to call him?” And out of habit and despair, you nod your head. You weren’t going to lie, you were terrified. Nothing like this had ever happened to you before. “Okay. We can wait for him in my place, if you want? My name is Bambam, Woojin and I have been friends for a while.”

“Sure,” You gulp and try to stand up, grabbing the kind hand that Bambam offered you. “Thank you so much.”

“Hey it’s fine,” He chuckled. “Come on, let’s go up.”

Turned out Bambam also lived in the 4th floor, right next to Woojin and his roommate, Chan. As you warmed up with a nice cup of tea, you could hear the boy on the phone.

“Woojin, you need to come home. No, I know you’re busy and all, but I think it’s an emergency… no, a girl; she says she knows you. She looks really sick dude. Oh wait… what’s your name, again?”

He was talking to you now. “Y/N…”

“Y/-“ And then Bambam made a face. “Hello? Woojin? Did he hang up?”

You sigh, finally realizing what was happening. You messed up, yet again. Woojin would be so angry when he got home; you probably just pulled him away from a party or a dinner with friends, and you felt horrible.

“Hey, thanks for everything Bambam, but I think I should get going.” You mumble. To be honest, the thought of going outside alone terrified you to the bones, but the thought of facing Woojin wasn’t that much better.

“No way,” He scoffed. “You look like you’re about to pass out, Y/N. Just sit down and wait for him. He’s on his way, I am sure. 10 minutes, okay? Give him 10 minutes. He just went to the store to buy some ramen, so I’m sure he’ll be here in no time.”

He still loves ramen on a snowy day, you thought with a fond smile on your lips. You looked to your own plastic bag with ramen and wondered if he would want to eat together.

“What happened?”

The door opens so suddenly you can’t help but scream in shock. And there he is. Hair messy, out of breath, and with melting traces of snow on his shoulders. You’d be lying if you said that the sight of your best friend– and yes, you guys fought, but he would never not be your best friend– wasn’t the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks frantically, walking to you, eyes looking for inexistent wounds. “What happened?”

“A guy was following me from the market.” You mumble, suddenly so tense. “I got really scared and didn’t know where to go, so I ran here because it was the closest place I could think of.”

You hear both men in the room inhale. And exhale.

“Holy shit,” Woojin says, eyes wide, hands on your shoulder. “You did good.”

“Did you call the police?” Bambam asked, already pulling out his phone again.

“And say what?” You snort. “That I saw a guy following me, but that I don’t know what he looks like?”

And they know how right you are, which makes it sadder. You say goodbye to Bambam and let Woojin guide you to his place, and then into his room. With not a word said, he offers you tea and sits you down on his bed; and then he takes your mug, rests it on the table, and hugs you. He hugs you like he did years ago when he got a phone call from the hospital about his mom, when in reality she was just there for blood tests. A scared hug; relieved, too.

“You did so well,” He whispers into your hair, patting your back. “You are safe, okay?”

You nod, but you can’t stop shaking.

Both of you fall asleep like that; warm in each other’s embrace and ramen forgotten.

You leave in the early morning because you are late for a class. He wakes up in the afternoon, confused as to why there is now a packet of spicy ramen where your body laid hours before.

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2nd time

The second time is on him, and it happens because of the simplest, most cliché reason: he got drunk.

You were up late trying to finish a report on the latest novel you read in class, arguing that the main character was actually an idiot, when you notice your phone ringing. It was a habit– a bad one, Woojin would insist– to leave it on silent; the constant buzzing and dinging always bothering you.

The light goes off and you go back to your essay, focusing on the literary movements that could support your thesis of how stupid that narrative was when your phone goes off again, basically illuminating the dark room in its own.

“Woojin?” You ask frowning. Was he in trouble? Is that why he is calling?

“Y/N,” He sings on the other side, voice mellow and raspy, and he only got like that either when he just woke up, or when he was drunk. “Where are you? I miss you!”

You chuckle. “I miss you too, bubs. But I’m home, where else would I be?”

“Here with me!” He exclaims happily.

“And where exactly is here?” You ask already getting up and putting some shoes on. “I’ll go there right now, yeah?”

“Yay!” He shouts and you have to take the phone off your ear. “Bambam, Y/N’s coming here!”

A weird sound of static comes from the other side and then another person is on the phone.

“Y/N, this is Bambam,” He says and it is a little slurred, but not as bad as your friend. “You don’t have to come, I can bring him to you.”

“It’s fine,” You sigh, already out the door. “I’ll just take him home. From what I’ve heard, he is way too drunk…”

“He is,” Bambam chuckles. “Well, we’re at the bar just outside of campus, the one where the swim team celebrated last year, you know?”

Everyone on campus knew. They managed to drink all the soju in the place, making the owner a very angry man.

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

Your pace was fast simply because you still weren’t comfortable walking alone at night, and because you know how Woojin got when he was drunk– overall happy, but one word and he could get aggressive. You heard the commotion before you saw it; Bambam with some girl laughing out loud, some other people you knew from being them in classes dancing around, and Woojin and Chan and Felix stumbling near the bar.

“Ya, Kim Woojin!” You shout, trying to make yourself be heard over everyone else.

“Y/N, you came!” He smiles his bear smile and you physically softens. “Let’s drink!”

“No no no,” You laugh. “Why don’t we go home, huh? You look tired.”

Woojin leans closer, eyes wide open, and finger on his mouth, asking you to be quiet. “It’s a secret,” he whispers. “But I am really tired.”

“Then why don’t we sneak out and go home?” You whisper back, wishing you could forever remember his face at that moment; so innocent looking.

“Can we?” He asks whining. “I want to sleep.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” You grab his arm and pull him away from his friends, waving goodbye to the laughing pair that watched you guys with amused smiles. They knew all about you, Woojin made sure of that, and they were really happy that you came back into their friend’s life. You made Woojin happier.

You guys were almost at the door, carefully dodging groups of people with their overflowing drinks, and you were so sure this would be a peaceful night after you put Woojin to sleep. That was until one of the guys on a table nearby made a comment.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He said. You hated how every Friday night college students would get themselves stupid drunk, but this man didn’t seem to mean anything by it, so you ignored him and tried to keep walking. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”

“I have to go.” You mumbled still trying to pass through their table, but he made sure your way was blocked.

“Bitch.” He spatted and finally got out of your way.

You were so ready to go home and ignore that spiteful comment, but Woojin wouldn’t move, no matter how hard you pulled his hand.

“What did you call her?” He asked in a low voice, and it was almost as if the whole bar went silent. “Say it again.”

“I said,” The band got up and faced your drunk friend. “Bitch.”

Woojin chuckled, and to the untrained eye it seemed like and innocent, drunk laugh. But you were an expert on the subject Kim Woojin. You saw the glint in his eyes, and you knew there was nothing much you could do but step aside.

Bambam and the others came running as soon a a body hit the floor. Woojin walks towards the guy as if he owned the place; his knuckles were a little raw, and with a few more blows, it could get bad. You didn’t want it to get bad. You block the way with your own body.

“Woojin,” You say firmly, looking into his eyes. “Let’s go. He learned his lesson, now let’s go home.”

“No.” He shook his head. “No one talks about you like that.”

“Listen to your girl, man,” Bambam says and you blush. You’ve never thought of yourself as ‘Woojin’s girl,’ but you admit that it has a nice ring to it. “Go. You’re drunk and angry. Go sleep.”

“You’ll take care of this for me?” Woojin asks, almost as if he is in mafia.

“Of course, dude.” And with a handshake, you guys are on your way.

Woojin arms around your shoulders, his head hung low. For a second, you thought it was because he was too drunk to walk, but you noticed, as people passed by, he would tighten his grip on you, and hide your body with his.

Getting home was quick, and getting Woojin to sleep was quicker. As soon as his head was on the pillow, he was out. You smile and cover him up with the blankets, getting ready for another snow night. You left him in your bed and went to the living room; you still had a report to finish after all.

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3rd time

You know what they say; the third time is the charm. But does it count when it’s basically a continuation of the second time?

Woojin wakes up the next morning with a headache that would render him useless for the day, and a burning sensation on the top of his hands. Closing his eyes, he tries to remember everything, and he pretty much does, smiling when he remembers you coming to get him, with your messy hair and sweatpants, and he frowns when he replays the scene of that man trying to get your attention. What he doesn’t remember though, is what happened after you both got to home. He knew he was in your room, he could basically smell you in the air, and yet, you were nowhere in sight.

He drags his body to the kitchen, eyes squinting because of the soft light, and he finds you, sitting on an armchair that clearly didn’t belong there, in front of the window, coffee in hands, and a blanket on your shoulders. You were facing the window, watching the snow accumulate on the fire escape. You didn’t sleep that night, insomnia hitting you hard; but it was okay, you had your favorite entertainment right there.

“You still do this,” He muses. His raspy voice sends a chill over your whole body and you turn to face him.

“Yeah, I always loved watching the snowfall.” You yawn and snuggle deeper into the blanket.

And it was that moment; that single image of you sitting with a coffee mug in hands and snuggling with the blanket that made him realize that he wanted to see that every morning, even nights, if possible. He wanted to crawl under the heavy layer covering you, and hold you close, maybe even take a nap with you right there.

“I know.” He mumbles. “I remember.”

“Yeah…” An awkward silence falls in the apartment and you shake yourself out of it. “Do you want some coffee? I have some done already and I can pour you so-“

“I’m not a fan of coffee…” He says.

“Oh.” You get startle. “Yeah, I forgot, I’m sorry… Tea, then?”

He sighs. “What happened to us?”

“What?”

“What happened to us, Y/N?” He walks to you and pulls on the blanket, removing it from you. He slides behind you, and you tense up. Now, your back is laying on his chest, his arms around your waist, and, before he settles, he lays the blanket on top of both of you. His forehead is resting on your shoulders, and you feel the vibrations of his voice when he speaks again. “I missed you so much these months… so much happened that I wanted to call you, but it felt weird doing do. I didn’t know if I was being stubborn, of if it was you, but it’s fine, I’ll apologize if that’s what it takes.”

“Woojin, no yo-“

“I’m sorry. Come back. Please.”

His voice sounded so vulnerable and small and you wanted to cry.

“I never left, you idiot,” You mumble, rubbing your hands on the arms that encircled you. “I’ve been right here, also being stubborn, but here nonetheless. Always waiting for when you came home.”

“You’re home.” He says bashfully. “I missed this.”

“I missed this too,” You sigh in relief. Everything would be okay.

“I love you.” He chuckles, hiding his face on your neck. “It’s so funny to me that I just noticed it.”

“Just now?” You chuckle. “Funny. It was yesterday for me.”

“When I punched that guy?” His arms tense around you and you roll your eyes at your over protective bear.

“No,” You whisper softly. “It was when you told me you were tired; your face was so adorably innocent…”

He hums. “It was bound to happen, really,” He mumbles. “It was the natural progression from where we left off.”

“It really was,” You say and shifts so that you are sitting across his lap, facing him. “I love you, too.”

He smiles and follows the flow, allowing the next natural progression take over.

Here’s a fact about Kim Woojin that you, the expert, didn’t know: when he kisses, he takes it all. His lips pull you in, coaching you, guiding you, taking you. It’ll all you, and him, and both of you together. His hands are firm and tense, but and his lips soft, gentle, and demanding. You liked it. You liked surrendering to him like that; giggling in the middle, and nibbling. It was only natural, after all.

“I think I kind of like coffee, now.”

#skz #skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids imagines #kim woojin #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #imagines #one shot #stay

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dontsearchmethanks-blog · 5 years

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Hey, you! — Sincerely, Me.

You and I have quite the history, one in which we seem to be rather quiet regarding. I haven’t always been too fond of you, ya know? As I sit here right now, imagining this mirror image of myself sitting across from me, I am realizing there’s more that I would like to to say to you than I originally expected.

A good place in which I’d think we should start: I’m sorry for the physical pain I have brought you. In the beginning, I’m honestly not quite sure as to how it became the coping mechanism that it did. I remember when we first felt pleasure from pain.

Your grandfather from your mother’s side was still living. It was during your grandparent’s brief break of 4 months between 62 years. We remember this because papaw’s enormous rocking chair he slept in during that time had a piece of metal piercing the corner of its cloth. We were running through the living room one day when that piece of metal that was piercing through that cloth, pierced your skin.

— looking down, I was watching the blood slowly flood the fresh ditch of torn flesh in which the metal had engraved itself. At this point, I can only assume that the typical 5th grader would’ve gone to their parents and weeped until they were fed some ice cream. However, we seemed to get this rush. This was how hurting you had even began.

Looking back at this now, I can kinda piece together where we shouldn’t have found this odd. Our home life wasn’t exactly ideal, we didn’t have a parental figure that we could run to in confidence, you see? — do you understand where we felt completely responsible for oneself, beginning at a very young age?

I’m glad you forgive me for this, because honestly this is just the very beginning, Carter..

I’m sorry for the pain I caused you.

I’m sorry for the pain that came out of pure blame and this only led to self betrayal, we were trapped in an awakening hell.

I know you remember every single time we looked each other in the eyes and retreated into self hatred.

— I know you remember that night when mom had came home early, back when we lived in Bonita. She stumbled in, clearly strung out on Xanax once again— Kylie and I had immediately exchanged looks, knowing things weren’t going to end well once she made it to her husband’s bedroom. We took Connor to the bathroom, which was our regular retreat area when things got too loud in the house but it was too dark to go fiddle with Roxanne outside. This is where things get a little blurry. Kylie and I heard loud echos within the walls in which it was clear things had progressed into another physical altercation. Sitting Connor down as fast as possible, I remember seeing Kylie only hesitate for a brief second before she made up her mind, in which she decided to rush to the defense of our mother. Her and I both ran to the opposite side of the house, and as we turned the corner, we saw our mother’s husband holding our mother with his hand on the back of her neck, forcing her face into the mattress as his knee stabbed her lower back. He was screaming words that I still can’t remember due to the simple fact I did not care. Regardless of how shitty of a mother she was at the time, my ears still ignored him and my eyes immediately scanned the closest surface for a weapon in which I would be able to aid our mother. As I reached for the Bitch Vodka from the top of the fridge, Kylie ran into the room and just threw herself at him. She was screaming at the top of her lungs for him to stop hurting her mom as she planted as many punches as possible into this abdomen, without ever dropping her beloved teddy bear that me and Connor often hid in efforts to annoy her. — later this night, or rather that morning— after the kids and everyone had finally gone, I remember locking myself in my bedroom and looking myself dead in my eyes and just laughing. Laughing at the fact we were foolish enough to believe we could actually protect them from the truth of their own lives.. laughing at the fact we were just pathetic. Replay the night in my head, see the memories play again as I stare into the reflection of my own eyes— then quickly closing our eyes and dragging the blade across our shoulders. We had to be about 14 or 15, at this point.. I remember what I would always whisper to you when I gave you that small nudge of encouragement it took to destroy our own skin & hate our very being, and do you know what it was? It was 3 simple words. “You deserve this.” — then BAM, just like that— that so called pain just sank into that same rush, that same high we get off hating ourselves.

—I know you remember that day back in alternative school, wearing your white holster hoodie, returning to our hateful glare at our own reflection, only this time it was the school’s mirror in which we stood. I forgot what exactly happened that day, but I remember looking at you dead in your eyes and telling you how unloved and undeserving you will always be, down the the fact your own mother would rather drain out the reality of you being her child when she feels like you’re far too much. I know you remember when I’d repeat all of those hateful things to you, making you cry just to get it out. I always found it quite funny, once I finally made you cry, you always fell completely weak. Down to your knees, it didn’t matter who heard your pleads to me— yourself. Begging you to just love me and accept the fact we might just possibly be perfectly okay..

—I know you remember that night in which we fell drunken into the ER with the man you decided to fall in love with during the year 2017. I know you still remember when he completely disrespected and disregarded the entirety of your morals. I know you still remember how he would tell you he was in love with you after he fucked those women at the bar and I know you still remember sitting in that same garage, feeling nothing more overbearing than the guilt as you told him, “fine, this is the last time I give this a try,”— I know you remember feeling that overbearing guilt due to the fact you know once you forgave him again, you were then disrespecting and disregarding our OWN moral values.. you chose him over us. You chose to make his own excuses for him due to the fact you were scared, Carter.

— I know you remember when we contemplated for the first time, after 2 years of sharing a life with this man, if we truly did love him.. or if we were simply selfish.

You knew he didn’t love you the moment he threatened to lay hands on you, you let it progress to the point where his threats began to take action, and by then?.. by then you felt like we were in far too deep, babe. You felt obligated to this man. He hit you and how dare you, even briefly, how dare you.. you allowed him to use the excuse of it being our fault. You let him tell us that we weren’t deserving.

& for all of this, I am sorry.

I am sorry for ever allowing the fact our mother ruined her life, even for a brief moment, dictate how deserving we are within our own life. — I also thank you for this, however. We let this impact us to the point where we lowered ourselves.. we convinced ourselves that we were deserving of nothing more than pain and suffering. Can you believe that? There was that point in which we truly believed we worth nothing. There was a point where we disrespected and disregarded oneself to the point in which we allowed another human being to do the same.

— In this, we learned the meaning of that old saying, “you have to love yourself before you love anyone else.” In my experience, it applies in the sense that I must find myself worthy and deserving of love before I claim to be capable of loving another. One cannot love without having love. Otherwise, it feels impure. How can you love someone else without having that love for yourself? It seems without having that love for oneself, they tend to only think they love another.. while in reality, one is actually feeling strong attached due to their selfishness. If you do not have that love within yourself prior to allowing yourself to love another, then you will not have anything to truly give them of yourself. You will only be feeding off of the love they give you, and eventually you both will come to the realization that sometimes, even if it is a different definition of “love”, you will realize that this supposed “love” will never be enough to recover the relationship unless one has established true love within oneself in order to provide that genuineness to another.

—We also learned that sometimes we must love from the distance, in regards to making mends with the fact your mother’s current situation does not define who you decide to be today, nor who you decide to morph yourself into. We made mends with the fact that even though your mother cannot provide the love you yearn from her, we have made peace with the fact she simply does not have that love within herself, therefore.. she is incapable of effectively proving me with the motherly love in which i had always wanted. Again, however, we have come to an acceptance that we cannot let how much value someone else holds to us, define how much value we find within ourselves.

Hopefully you can see where this pain brought us wisdom.. And now I’m going to try to bring this to a closure here soon.. but I have just a few more things we need to acknowledge.

I’m sorry for questioning why our love wasn’t enough when Nana’s suicide occurred.

I’m sorry for blaming us, because we weren’t there.

I’m sorry for letting you be so foolish, in the sense you’d blame yourself..

That is not our fault, Carter. We were there. We did everything we possibly could and this may not be something we will ever be able to completely accept... but we will gain more from this. Yes, more pain. But hopefully you’ve come to the realization that with great pain and confusion later comes great wisdom and several opportunities if one uses this wisdom effectively.. you’re smart, babe.

I know that we will never be able to really just make sense of this one.. but maybe sometimes, things shouldn’t make sense. Maybe sometimes, life is unfair. And things happen for seemingly no real reason other than the assumption we must just have some shit luck.. but maybe we should stop asking so many questions. Because we can’t get answers with this one. She’s gone. She was in a great deal of pain. That was her choice. She told you to take care of yourself.

So, I’m sorry for not being the best version of ourselves that we can be. I apologize for the fact I have not given us anything near the amount of respect and love that we do indeed deserve. We are deserving of it all, because we have lived for it all.

I find myself worthy, because I have survived every single life threatening situation that my own self hatred has placed me in. I find myself worthy because I have earned this life that I am now able to truly call my own, while pridefully planning to only progress when it comes to my personal success.

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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Have you ever been hit on by somebody way too old for you? Yeah. What made it worse in one situation was that he thought I was 17. Have you ever vacationed in Hawaii? Pfft, no. That’s the dream, though. Are you familiar with Best Coast or Wavves? Nope. Have you ever climbed a chain-link fence? No. Have you ever had to run from the cops? No.

What’s something you’re very afraid of? Losing my loved ones. How vivid is your imagination? Uhh I don’t know. My mind can go to some random, crazy places sometimes. It always likes to go to dark places at night as I’m trying to sleep, which is always fun. -___- Do you know anyone who is constantly humming? No. Do you live with anyone who has obnoxiously loud, booming footsteps? No, but my dad shuffles around the house in his slippers and it gets annoying sometimes. Are you afraid of any specific animals? I mean, yeah. I’m not going anywhere near a lion, tiger, bear, shark, or many others that could kill me. Have you ever skipped around a parking lot with your boyfriend? No, but like when Ty and I used to hang out we sometimes would go down the wrong aisle or whatever and forget where he parked, and he’d say things like, “I’d wander around a parking lot with you anyway” lol. Cheesy and dumb, but I thought it was cute. Do you even have a boyfriend? Nope. Did anything comical happen to you today? No. Do you know anyone who looks a lot like a bulldog? Uh, no. Are you any good at fuseball? Never played. Who do you usually dream about? Really, really random shit. Do you visit your dentist as often as you should? No... :X Do you understand art? I may not always get what the artist was trying to portray, in fact I probably rarely do, but I still can appreciate it. I did take an art history class; though, that looked at a lot of famous pieces and we had to analyze its meaning. Do you still have a teddy bear? Not specifically, but I have a lot of stuffed animal giraffes. Do you like Jell-O shots? They were okay. Do you tan? If I actually spend enough time out in the sun, which only happens when I go to the beach. That isn’t very often, unfortunately. Do you like the color lime green? Sure Do you own anything from Disney Couture? No. Did you get any Girl Scout cookies this year? I didn’t, actually. I normally do. What’s your favorite fairytale? I don’t really have one. Do you apologize when you know you should? Yes. And even when I probably shouldn’t. I just always blame myself. Do apologies really make anything better? They can, if the person really means it and they demonstrate that. Not if they’re just saying it, but then continue to do the same thing. Can other people tell when you’re high? I’m sure they could. Do you own a birdcage? No. Do you ever wait for a certain someone’s text/call? Nope. What kind of phone do you have? An iPhone XR. Ripped up jeans or no thanks? No thanks. How many hoodies or sweatshirts do you own? A ton. I love hoodies. Do you look good in rompers? I don’t wear ‘em. Do you have any impressive talents? No. Are you comfortable with taking a pee in front of your friends? Uh, no. Or anyone. Alexander McQueen or Alexander Wang? Neither. Have you ever planted anything? No. Have you ever been blackmailed into doing anything? No. Are you currently feeling guilty about anything? I always do. What eyeshadow color looks best on you? *shrug* Can you tolerate small children? In small doses. They’re pretty exhausting. Do you watch Adult Swim? Nah. It’s too weird and too much for me. I’m just like, wtf? Do you like animal hats? Like hats that look like animals, or...? I have a beanie with giraffe print that has a cute giraffe face and their ossicones on top. What’s the most annoying sound ever? Eating sounds. Slurping, smacking, sucking... lkfjlksfjdksjfl. High waisted skirts or skinny jeans? Skinny jeans. Do you own a baseball bat? No. Do you give in easy to peer pressure? I have with some things. Do you like bows? Yeah. I used to accessorize with bows in my hair. What’s the stupidest behavior humans partake in? “oh, where to even begin???” <<<< My thoughts exactly. Have you ever seriously considered suicide? Yes. How do you move on from the death of a loved one? For me, you don’t really move on. I still think about and miss my loved ones that I’ve lost everyday. I don’t cry about it all the time like I did when it was still fresh and raw, but I still do now and then. They’ll always be in my heart. Do you watch RJ Berger? (: No. I don’t know what that is. How do you feel about oral sex? Never done it. What’s something you won’t/can’t tolerate in a boyfriend/girlfriend? I’d like to say abuse or cheating. Would you rather have strobe lights or a massive bubble making machine? Bubble machine. I don’t like strobe or flashing lights it hurts my eyes and gives me a headache.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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injusticeff · 7 years

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Prologue

Simone

I sat there sulking in silence in a pool of my own blood. I could barely feel my body but I already knew I was shaking. Everything I looked at was red. It was all I saw.

“Get up and go wash yourself off.”

I heard him speak but the words came out so faint, I could barely make out what he had said. So I just sat there; not moving a muscle until I jumped due to glass being shattered inches away from me. I looked up, realizing that he had thrown one of our many picture frames at me. The picture of us on our first date. It was my favorite. “Did you hear what the fuck I said? Get up and go wash yourself off. Now.” He repeated sternly, this time earning a reaction from me.

Weakly standing to my feet, I pressed my hand up against the wall for support and began to limp my way in the direction of the bedroom. I heard things being shuffled around behind me, probably him starting to clean up the mess we made.

Once I reached the room, I headed straight for the shower. If I touched anything, I’d get blood all over it.

I started up the shower, turning the water lukewarm so it wouldn’t hurt any of the fresh wounds I acquired. Slowly stripping out of my clothes, I looked at my nude appearance in the mirror before quickly looking away and stepping into the tub. The water immediately flushed with a tint of red as my skin started to regain some of it’s original color back.

Stepping directly under the shower head, I began to rinse the blood from my face and hair, being careful not to press too hard on the bruises.

I started to weep silently again, letting my tears fall with the water. Every inch of me ached but the worst part about it is that I’m used to that feeling now. That aching feeling is like second nature to me.

Hearing the curtain being pulled back and someone stepping in behind me, I swiftly wiped my eyes and started to wash myself. His arms wrapped around my torso which caused me to slightly jump before stepping back so that there was no space between our bodies anymore.

“I love you, Sim. You know that right?” Psh, as if.

I nodded my head in response, tensing up a bit as he planted kisses on my neck. He held onto me tighter. “I'on know what I’d do if I lost you baby.” My mind was racing but my mouth stayed silent as he continued to trail kisses along my bruised skin. “I’m gonna stop hurtin’ you, I swear.” He said, earning another nod from me.

His arms laid comfortably around my naked body as light snores escaped his lips every once in a while. My body was tired but my eyes wouldn’t stay shut for the life of me. I wanted to go to sleep so bad. Reaching over on the nightstand, I grabbed my phone and clicked it on.

4:22AM.

I sighed lowly before gasping for air once I felt broad hands grip my neck. “Fuck is you doing on yo phone at four in the mornin’, huh?” He clenched his teeth harder with every word he spoke. Clawing at his hand, I felt a tear slip down my cheek as his grip began to get tighter once I didn’t answer him.

“I-- I was checking the time.”

He let go of my neck causing me to gasp, coughing loudly as he snatched my phone out of my hand.

Snaking his arm back around my waist, he pulled me on top of him and began to caress my cheek before cupping it in his hand and pressing his lips against mine multiple times. I know how mad he gets when I don’t kiss him back so I lightly did the same.

“You can’t sleep??” He questioned with a raised eyebrows causing me to shake my head no. “Come on.” Tapping my butt so that I knew to get up, he sat up and intertwined our fingers before guiding me off of the bed and into the kitchen.

He started to look around for something, I didn’t know what it was but I felt myself start to get anxious as my nervousness got the best of me. Finally, he pulled out a pot and filled it with tap water before placing it onto the stove and setting it on high. He also grabbed a couple of chamomile tea packets, opening them up and setting the bags into a mug. Once the water came to a boil, I watched as he poured it into the mug along with some honey and began to stir it.

Handing me the cup once he was done, I halfway smiled as I took it from him. “That should help a lil.” He said as I started to blow on it to cool it down.

“Thank you.”

“You hungry or anything? We should have some spaghetti still in the fridge.” I shook my head before taking a sip from my cup, feeling myself instantly get warm inside. “No, this is perfect. Thank you.” Nodding his head in response, I watched as he eyed over my nude body causing me to do the same to his.

If sex was on his mind, I couldn’t take anymore of it. He already did one quickie in the shower and then two more rounds when we got out the shower. Ya girl was tired, my pussy couldn’t take anymore.

He’s not a minute man at all, each round usually lasts about an hour and there’s no kind of down time in between. As much as I hate it, I cum every single time. He knows all the right things to do to me since we’ve been together for so long. We’ve explored every inch of each other.

“Can I come with you to pick up Junior from daycare tomorrow?” I asked, praying that he said yes. I missed my baby so much. I can’t stand being away from him for a minute and it’s been a whole week since I’ve seen him.

He slightly shrugged and before he could think of any reason to say no, I began to beg. “Dom, please. I haven’t seen him in a week, I miss him.” He sighed in response because he knew it was true. He hadn’t let me near him all week because he doesn’t want Junior to see me like this. I don’t either to be honest but I just want to hold him. Even if it’s for a second.

“Fine but we gon’ have to buy you something to cover all that shit up.” He circled my face with his finger.

A smile immediately formed on my face as I began to get excited. “I have makeup, don’t worry. He won’t notice a thing!” I assured him before downing the rest of my tea and placing the mug into the sink.

Yawning, I started to head back to the bedroom with Dominick following close behind me and plopped down onto the bed. I wanted to go to sleep so I could be that much closer to seeing my baby. I didn’t even mind that Dom was up under me right about now, my son was the only thing keeping me sane nowadays.

I smiled again, thinking about his sweet innocent little face as my eyes slowly fluttered shut.

Xae

“Girl, that’s not how you make no damn chicken. You bread that bitch up and fry it. Using all these extra seasonings and shit.” I chuckled out causing her to laugh along with me and shake her head.

“Cállate nena and just try it.” She knew what that spanish shit did to me and my dick. I might not know what she saying but she sound sexy saying it, that’s all that matters. Cutting a piece of the chicken, she held it up to my mouth for me to eat. I looked down at it then back up at her with a slight frown causing her to nudge me. “Fine but you lucky I love yo ass.”

Biting into the chicken, I slowly started to nod because it was actually pretty good. Hella good really, just spicy as hell.

“Well?” She looked at me with a gleam in her eye that resembled a little kid waiting to get candy on halloween.

I chuckled and pecked her forehead. “It’s good lil mama. Yo taste buds gonna be on fire though.”

“Aw, the baby can’t handle a lil spice?” She teased, making faces at me causing me to wave her off. “Girl please, I’m a savage. I can handle anything.”

She raised her eyebrow before inching closer to me and snaking one of her arms around my neck. “Oh really? Anything?” She questioned, grabbing my hand and guiding it down to her ass. “Even this?”

“You know better than anyone how I handle that.” Smirking, I gripped it in my hands and planted a rough wet kiss on her lips, sucking on it gently as I pulled away. “I should be asking you the same thing.” I added before placing her hand on my now hardened member causing her to bite her lip.

“Mm, I don’t recall papi. Why don’t we find out how I handle it.” She replied, slowly starting to massage my dick as we continued to kiss on each other’s lips.

As if on cue, my phone started to ring loudly causing us both to sigh as we pulled away from each other. Checking the caller ID, I saw it was my assistant causing me to hesitate a bit before shutting off my phone.

“You gonna get that?”

“Hell nah, where were we?” Grabbing her thighs, I wrapped both her legs around my torso causing her to gasp as she let out a few giggles before I sat her down on the counter and pushed her panties and the shorts she was wearing to the side.

My phone started to buzz off the hook once I turned it back on. I hadn’t even realized we been at it for two hours. Bree was sleeping peacefully on my chest when she was supposed to be watching this sap ass movie that she put on for us to watch.

Not even fifteen minutes in and she already knocked out cold. We both know she was the one that couldn’t handle it.

“Damn, now I remember why I turned this shit off.” I said, shaking my head as I checked some of my missed calls and messages. It was nothing really important. My assistant was trying to get in touch with me for this meeting I was supposed to go to today but I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to people right now. I’m perfectly fine with where I’m at right now.

Tightening my grip around her waist, she shuffled a bit in her sleep and got comfortable again before I started to hear her light snores again.

I was bored and couldn’t sleep so I decided to go out to the patio to smoke. It took a while to get out of bed because every time I tried to move away, Bree would pull me back to her with her spoiled ass. She act like I’m a teddy bear or something.

Throwing on some sweats and a hoodie, I slipped on my slides and grabbed the essentials to roll this blunt. I haven’t smoked regular cigarillos in a minute. I’m more of a backwood or game leaf type of guy. They get me on a different type of high.

Once I got outside and felt that breeze, I was glad that I put on a hoodie because a nigga would have been freezing. I sat down at the table and began to break down and stuff the blunt with 2.5 grams.

Just as I was about to spark up, I heard the sliding glass door behind me open causing me to look back at a yawning Bree who was now rubbing her eyes, still butt naked from earlier.

“What’s wrong baby?” She asked, coming to sit down on my lap.

I shrugged. “Nothing, just couldn’t seem to sleep for some reason. I’m feeling a lil uneasy and I can’t really explain why so I figured smoking would help... you tryna hit it?”

She immediately smirked and grabbed the blunt from my hand, sparking it up and taking the first puff from it.

“Aye now, nobody told you to take my blunt. Don’t you know it’s bad luck for you to light a blunt someone else rolled?” I said, snatching back the blunt from her playfully causing her to kiss her teeth.

Cheesing, I took a pull from the blunt and blew it in her face. “I’m gonna beat your ass Xavier. Ten cuidado.”

“You know I’m gonna be horny after this right? Me being high and you being naked speaking spanish to me isn’t a good combination.” She chuckled at my comment as she watched me take another hit, grabbing the blunt once I passed it to her.

Once the blunt was finished, we were both high out our minds. Bree could barely keep her eyes open and was stumbling everywhere. I was about hungry as hell and ready to eat anything in sight. Looking down at her as her head rested on my chest, I smirked. Bingo.

I picked her up and laid her on top of the table, kneeling down between her legs.

“Ah, shit Xae! That’s cold-- oh my god!” She moaned out, gripping my curls as my tongue began to twist and swirl against her clit.

Daddy was eating good tonight.

#chris brown fanfic #urban ff #saweetie #chris brown ff #chrisbrown #injusticeff

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crimsxnflxwerz · 6 years

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I believe Shane is a soft boi too! I turn away from headcanons and fics where hes a dom, I just don't see it! But if you have some soft shane headcanons to share, I'd love to hear them! :)

Yes!! soft boy shane is best shane.

-shane’s a soft boy because his favorite thing to do is curl up on the couch with a fresh bowl of popcorn, buried so far into the blankets that only his face just barely peeks out.

-shane’s a soft boy because when he’s watching a movie with someone else he makes sure to ask what they like, and how much butter they want on their popcorn, and if they’re cold he’d gladly sacrifice his blankets for them.

-shane’s a soft boy who wears teacher cardigans and wrinkles his nose up adorably when he’s complaining about the cold

-shane’s a soft boy because he likes honey in his tea and always makes sure to buy the bottle that shaped like a teddy bear because it makes him happy and people comment about how cute it is.

-shane’s a soft boy because when he makes tea in a ceramic mug, he likes to hold it close under his nose and just feel the warmth soaking into his hands even though the steam fogs up his glasses.

-SHANE is a SOFT BOY because he always finds the humor in things and he’s always open for hugs and high fives and firm handshakes (if that’s your thing!)

-shane is not a mean boy, or a commanding boy, and he would never tell you what to do, unless he’s just reminding you of something you already wanted to do.

-shane is a soft boy who encourages people to be brave. he’s like that one friend who knows how much you want to do something, so he does it first to let you know its okay, and he gets called a ‘bad influence’ by parents

-shane’s a soft boy who wears just one size too large hoodies because the sleeves go past his hands and he can do the thing where he flaps his sleeve ends around for comedy purposes, but also just because its fun!

-shane’s a soft boy who would let you pet his hair if you asked nicely, and would wear a flower crown if you gave him one, and he’s the kind of guy who smiles like he just saw a unicorn at the simplest of gifts.

-shane’s a soft boy who just wants to meet bigfoot, because he feels that they have a lot in common, especially when it comes to height and shoe size.

-shane would never crouch down to speak with a short person. he respects them like that. it makes him a soft boy.

-shane is such a soft boy, that puppies are dazzeled when they see him smile.

#shane madej #shane is a soft boy #me #answered asks #thank you bless you #buzzfeed unsolved #Anonymous

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jungkookienoona · 7 years

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 17: The Time The Tutor Broke Her Elbow

Co-written with @tragicshadows

Recommended Song: My Home by GOT7

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Summary:

Even though he had told you not to get hurt, it still happened anyway

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Clingy!Kook

Word Count: 5069

Length: 17/?

Luck seemed to be on your side for once as you spotted your suitcase seconds after arriving at the baggage carousel. Dropping your backpack at your feet, you did your best to haul the case over the small ledge to the floor with one arm. It was a struggle, but you managed and tried not to be too annoyed about no one offering you help. Once the suitcase was safely on the floor you pulled up the handle then reached down with your good arm for the backpack. Your other arm was in a sling thanks to an ice skating accident. With luggage in tow you to headed to arrivals. You walked past the front row of awaiting people with signs knowing that Jungkook would be stood a little further back to avoid being noticed.

As you wheeled your suitcase, your path was suddenly blocked by something- no, someone.

"Noona!" Shouted a familiar voice, your suitcase being snatched from your grip, "What happened to you?"

"I...uh...I broke my elbow ice skating." You looked to the floor and scratched the back of your neck out of embarrassment.

He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment. His hand came to rest on your shoulder causing you to look back up at him.

His tone was completely serious, "I'm going to have to wrap you in bubble wrap."

You broke into a fit of giggles and watched Jungkook's lips stretch into a smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And then he was wrapping an arm around your shoulder and steering you towards a manager a few feet away who held a sign welcoming you back to Korea. As you approached, the manager lowered the sign and gave you a polite bow. You tried your best to return it which was interrupted by Jungkook tugging your backpack off you.

"What are you doing?"

He finally freed the bag and swung it up onto his own shoulder.

"Being a gentleman. Did no one help you through arrivals with your case?" You shook your head and he made a noise of disapproval.

"It's okay. I managed."

You could just see his eyebrows furrow beneath the brim of his cap.

"I'll make sure to look after you Noona."

"And saying you'll wrap me in bubble wrap is a great way to show your concern."

"If it means Noona will stop getting hurt then yes."

He passed your suitcase over to his manager and took hold of your good hand as the manager led you out of the airport and into the car park. Once the car was loaded Jungkook helped you in and even did your seatbelt up. No matter how much you protested he insisted twice as hard saying it was something he wanted to do for you so you let him.

Setting off toward the dorm, you felt your eyes grow heavier with every passing second. You hadn't slept much on the flight, unable to get comfortable due to your arm. He must have noticed.

"You can fall asleep like last time Noona. I won't mind. Just don't forget we're going to celebrate you finishing your exams later."

"What are we doing?"

He tapped the side of his nose with a wink.

"It's a secret."

Too tired to push any further, you let your head fall against his shoulder and quickly fell asleep.

You awoke to the feeling of Jungkook gently nudging you awake. He gave you a gentle smile as you tiredly wiped the sleep from your eyes and you swore you heard an 'aw' come from the boy.

"We're here."

You undid your seatbelt while Jungkook rounded the car to open the door since it was on your bad arm's side.

With your suitcase in hand and backpack on his shoulder, he led the way up to the dorm. You quickly remembered to say thank you to the manager who gave you a kind smile before he climbed back into the vehicle.

"I already texted the hyungs to let them know you're injured."

"It's not a big deal."

Jungkook stopped and faced you.

"Noona your arm is in a sling."

You shrugged. "I don't want to cause a fuss."

He narrowed his eyes slightly but relented and continued until you were facing the familiar door of the Bangtan dorm. He unlocked it then stood aside, "Injured Noona first."

A group of familiar faces turned round to look at you and they waved as you entered the dorm. You managed a small wave back before Jungkook led you towards his room. He muttered something about unpacking first, socialising later. He opened the door to his room and held it open for you. You instantly smiled upon seeing Honey sat in the middle of his bed and rushed over to the plushie.

"Aww~" you looked back at Jungkook who was lifting your case onto the foot of the bed. "I missed her!"

"You never told me you missed me." He grumbled, dropping your backpack beside the case.

"I've seen you at least once every week. I don't have a chance to miss you."

You watched as he moved over to his closet, pouting as he opened it. There was a section cleared out. But you couldn't help but laugh at the sheer amount of white t-shirts hung up. You put Honey back to join Jungkook's side.

"I know you have a lot of white t-shirts but...that's a lot."

His pout morphed into a proud grin.

"I know. There's at least thirty."

You shook your head, chuckling to yourself and went to open your suitcase. There was a squeal and then a hand was swiping at the top of your folded clothes.

"You brought your onesie!!"

"Ye... do you still have your Pikachu onesie?"

He beamed at you, "Of course! I put it in the wash this morning so it would be nice and fresh for you... you have a lot of dark clothes."

You picked out a black t-shirt which revealed another one beneath but with a purple design on the front. Eighty percent of your clothing was indeed dark.

"We contrast well." You hung the two shirts beside Jungkook's white ones. There was no chance of you getting your clothes mixed up.

He laughed and you went about unpacking your things. You both blushed when your buried undies were revealed. Jungkook was a darker shade of red than you for once and mumbled something about an empty draw before leaving you to unpack the last few items by yourself.

It wasn't hard to find the empty draw so you finished sooner than he must have expected, giving you time to snoop around his room a bit. You couldn't help but stare at the amount of loo roll he had on his shelves. Why did he need so much? Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a mutter behind you. Jungkook's gaze drifted from you to the shelves to the floor. Was...was he blushing? Again?

Before you had the chance to ask he was bending down to retrieve something from the floor. When he stood up your mouth went dry.

"Noona? Is this who I think it is?"

"You should recognise him from our Skype sessions."

He grinned down at the black fluffy teddy wearing a tartan scarf, "Hello Kookie. Would you like to meet Honey?"

"I won him at a carnival shooting range."

"Oh! Kookie you have something in common with Honey!"

He wandered to the side of his bed and placed the little bear beside Honey making sure to introduce them to each other. He looked like a child and you felt your heart stutter at the sight. It was too adorable.

"Are you sure you're a man, BunBun?"

He glared at you.

"Why do you keep questioning my manliness? I guess I'm gonna have to prove it to you."

You raised an eyebrow, "How does one prove their manliness?"

His hand went to the zip of his hoodie and you darted across the room, grabbing his hand.

"Stop threatening to strip!"

"Stop questioning my manliness!" You could sense the mirth in his voice despite his glare. "I don't know how else to prove it to you."

"Fine!" You stepped away from him. "I admit it. You're the manliest of all men and I'll never question it again."

"Good." He gave a pleased smirk and turned, picking up your toiletries and placed them on his desk next to his own. "I don't keep my stuff in the bathroom ‘cause it's shared."

"Is that why you have so much toilet paper in here?"

There was a thud as he dropped a can of body spray.

"Shit."

You watched him scramble to pick it up, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Uhh, since I have empty shelves we keep it here."

"But that's a lot of toilet paper."

His mouth opened and closed like a fish before he said, "Jin likes to bulk buy."

You gave him a suspicious look, you didn't know why but you felt like he was lying.

"I doubt Jin would buy Tesco own brand value packs. That stuff is so thin it doesn't really do its job."

"Uuuh... l-l-let's just forget about the toilet paper."

"But-"

"Let's go see the members." He steered you by the shoulders out the door and down the corridor to the living room.

Namjoon was the first to spot you and jumped up to greet you prompting the others to all look over.

"Y/N...what happened to your arm?"

"I uh... I fell over ice skating."

Namjoon shifted from one foot to the other like there was something he wanted to say or do. But then he was raising a hand and ruffling your hair.

"You really are a God of Destruction like me. You're a Goddess of Destruction."

There was a scoff and you could've sworn you saw Jungkook roll his eyes.

"Nega yeogi on geon joh-eun il-iya. (Good thing you're here then)," Jimin piped up, "Jungkookie-neun neoui gaein bodi gadeuga doel su iss-eo. (Jungkookie can be your personal bodyguard)."

You chuckled and took a seat on the couch next to Taehyung.

"Y/N deongsaeng-eun neomu eosaeghae. Niga busang urihamyeon eotteohge jeulgeoul jagjeong-iya? (Y/N-dongsaeng is so clumsy. How are we meant to have fun if you're injured?)" He asked, dramatically pulling you into a hug.

You hissed and your arm was crush between the two of you.

"Yah! Hyung-i geunyeoreul apeugehagoiss-eoyo! (Yah! Hyung you're hurting her!)"

He immediately let go of you, "Oh! Mian Y/N! Nae jalmos-iya. (Oh! Sorry Y/N! My bad.)"

"Gwaenchanhayo. (It's okay.)" You mumbled, biting your lip as pain shot down your arm. "Sago yeoss-eoyo. (It was an accident.)"

"Yaedeul-a, nae Noonareul dachige haji ma. Josimhaseyo, jebal. (Guys, no hurting my Noona. Be careful, please.)"

All the members nodded in unison.

Placing a hand on Taehyung's arm you assured him you were fine. He gave you a small smile but you knew he was feeling guilty.

"Gwenchanhayo Taehyung-oppa (It's alright Taehyung-oppa)."

Then he was giving you a megawatt grin.

"Oppa?! Nega naleul ‘oppa’rago bulleoss-eo. (You called me oppa!)"

He was literally bouncing in his seat in happiness. You scooted backwards to avoid his flailing arms, not quite understanding his sudden excitement.

"Neoneun jeon-e nareul ' oppa'rago buleun jeog-i eobs-eo. (You never called me oppa before.)" He explained.

You glanced at Jungkook who you could tell was biting back a scoff due to his hatred of the word.

"Ah, mianhaeyo. (Sorry)"

"Y/N-eun nareul opparo bogo iss-eo! (Y/N sees me as a brother figure!)"

Namjoon placed a hand on Taehyung's shoulder, "Geunyeoneun jeoreul "oppa"rago cheoeum-euro bulleoss-eo. (She called me oppa first.)"

Jimin snickered in the background. You felt the seat next to you dip down as Jungkook finally sat down. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

At first, you stiffened, then relaxed into the embrace and warmth of his body heat.

"I have nicknames. Does that make me special?" He whispered and you shook your head with a chuckle.

"It means you're younger than me, Kookie.”

You would never admit to the fact you had about 20 nicknames for him ranging from 'Precious Angel' to 'The Reason I Sin'. Your attention was caught by the sound of the front door clicking shut. Yoongi then appeared in the doorway.

"Y/N-i yeogi issni? (Is Y/N here?)"

You gave him a wave and watched his lips part into a smile.

"Annyeonghaseyo Oppa."

Jungkook shifted behind you almost as if he was trying to get closer to you.

"Moduga wass-euni ije galkkayo? (Now that everyone is here, shall we get going?)" Jin said, pulling car keys out of his back pocket. You turned to face Jungkook, leaning back slightly due to your close proximity.

"Where are we going?"

"I told you. Secret"

He stood up and used your good arm to pull you with him. You stumbled a bit and he steadied you, smiling sheepishly. He must have used more strength than necessary. Damn muscle pig. You followed the members out of the dorm and down to the van where you were seated between Hoseok and Jungkook at the back.

Hoseok gave you a grin and you could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh, "Ibeon-e neoneun uri Kookiega anira neo jasin-eul dachigehanda.(This time you hurt yourself, not our Kookie)."

You chuckled, "Byeong-won bangmun-ui pil-yoseong-i eobs-eo. (No need for a hospital visit.) Then turned to Jungkook. "Don't make me send you to the hospital again."

A look of sudden realisation dawn on his features, "I can't call you cute now that you're here." But then he looked at your arm and smirked, "Though there's nothing you can do if I did."

"Oh, really?"

You lifted your leg and pressed the heel of your foot onto his clean white trainers.

"Noona!"

"If you call me cute your shoes will get it." He pouted. "And if you don't learn your lesson I will find any dirty secrets you have in your room and expose them." His face paled in horror, eyes blowing wide. You leant over so your face was inches from his, "So don't call me cute." You tapped his cheek and gave him a sadistic smile.

"Yes, Noona."

Your smile grew, "Good boy."

You heard Namjoon choke near the front and gave the back of his head a confused look. What was with him?

The journey was complete with idle chit chat between you and the members who asked about your flight. Pulling into an underground car park, you had no clue where they were taking you. It could have been a movie theatre or a haunted house for all you knew.

Doors were opened and the members piled out, Jungkook helping you. You jolted a bit when a hand covered your eyes and another went to your hip.

"If Noona saw where we are going it would ruin the surprise."

You carefully shuffled forward causing Jungkook to chuckle. He was so close you could feel his breath tickle your neck.

"I promise I won't walk you into a wall. Trust me."

"Yoongi-oppa, jebal, geuga nareul samullo indohagehaji mala juseyo. (Yoongi-oppa, please, make sure he doesn't walk me into anything.)"

You heard a deep chuckle nearby.

"Maknae, geunyeoreul dolbwara. (Maknae, look after her.)"

Jungkook lightly squeezed your hip, urging you forward. He blindly led you for a minute before coming to a stop.

Why were you nervous? Was is because he was so close to you? Or because you couldn't see where you were going? You bit your lip to stop yourself from once again asking what the surprise was.

"Jimin-hyung, niga nareul wihae geunyeoui gwileul deop-eul su iss-eoyo? Naneun geunyeoga da-eum-e mueos-inji deudneun geos-eul wonhaji anhneun-eoyo. Nollam-eul mangchilgeoya. (Jimin-hyung, can you cover her ears for me? I don't want to hear what's next. It'll ruin the surprise.)"

Jimin must have nodded because you didn't hear a reply before a pair of hands were muffling your hearing. You felt kinda sorry for him because that meant he was walking backwards. After a short walk, you paused and one of your ears was uncovered.

"There's three steps down so hold onto Jimin, Noona."

Your hearing was once again blocked and you placed a hand on what you assumed was Jimin’s bicep as you took a tentative step downwards.

You hoped wherever they were taking you didn't have many people because you were sure you looked ridiculous. A few more minutes of walking around and Jimin's hands once again left your ears.

"Keep your eyes closed for me."

You squeezed your eyes shut and his hands moved away from your eyes and hip to press down on your shoulders, encouraging you to sit. The sound of chairs scraping against wood flooring filled your ears and you wanted nothing more than to take a peek.

"Okay, Noona. Open your eyes."

You blinked your eyes open and let out a stunned gasp. W-was this really the place? You looked around and then again. Tears welled in your eyes when you realised where you were. They had taken you to the same restaurant they had taken Jungkook when he started and finished high school. It was a fangirl's dream! You couldn't help the fact that the tears welled over and spilt over your cheeks. Jungkook turned you to face him, wiping the tears in worry.

"Wae uneungeoya? Neoneun geugeol joh-ahaji anhni? (Why are you crying? Do you not like it?)”

You quickly nodded and smiled not wanting to think you were disappointed.

"I love it. It's perfect."

Jungkook's face instantly brightened and he shuffled his chair even closer to wrap you in his arms, patting your back to soothe you.

"I thought you hated it. I was about to tell Jin-hyung to get his car keys back out."

You sniffled, "Whose idea was this?"

He blushed and scratched the back of his neck, "Mine."

Jin passed you a menu and you opened it, you found your eyebrows drawing together as you tried to figure out what the dishes were. Jungkook must have noticed your struggle.

"I recommend you have this one Noona. I think you'll love it." He said while pointing at a certain dish.

"Jajangmyeon. I like black bean noodles."

Namjoon, who was sat the other side of you as you were seated as head of the table, reached over to point at another dish.

"I've had this before. Also very nice."

You looked to Jungkook for approval who was frowning.

"Noona isn't a big fan of meat. She can have the noodles without the pork but that's mainly beef."

Namjoon frowned, "Sorry Y/N. I didn't know about your likes and dislikes when it comes to food."

You placed your hand on top of his on the table and gave him a small smile.

"It's okay Namjoon-oppa. You know now."

Your attention was diverted by a tap on the shoulder.

"Hyung wants to know what you're having to drink."

You looked down the table at Jungkook's six hyungs trying to decipher which one was ordering. Of course, it was Jin who was the furthest away and giving you a kind smile.

"I'll have a Dr Pepper."

He relayed your message to his hyung, taking your hand off Namjoon's and interlinking your fingers with his. You felt your cheeks heat as you stared down at the way he held your hand. He caught your eye and smiled. You tried to ignore the way your tummy did a little flip at the sight.

"Y/N," Jimin said from beside Jungkook, "Gisugsa-e meomulgiga heungbundoena? (Are you excited to stay at the dorm?)"

"Geuligo Jungkookie-ui chimdaeeseo. (And in Jungkookie's bed.)" Taehyung added.

"Na-na-naneun Jungkook-eul chimdaeeseo naejjoch-aseo gibun-i johji anh-eoyo. (I-I-I feel bad for kicking Jungkook out of his bed...)"

Jungkook gave your hand a squeeze, "I don't mind Noona. And it turned out for the best anyway."

"But your back..."

"It's only a week. I'll be fine."

Hoseok stretched an arm across the table to ruffle Jungkook's hair.

"Neoneun geunyeoege neomu jalhae jwo. Wae urihante mosdoen jis-eul haneun geoya? (You're so good to her. Why are you evil to us?)"

"Waenyahamyeon neon yeppeun Noonaga aniyo. (Because you're not a pretty Noona.)"

"Oh~ Eotteon yeppeo nunado chimdaee meomulge hal su issgess ni? (Oh~ Can any pretty Noona stay in your bed?)"

You felt your stomach drop at the thought. Jungkook gritted his teeth but took a deep breath.

"Ani, nae Noona ppun-iyo. (No, just my Noona.)"

You were almost absolutely certain Jungkook was on a mission to kill you. Ever since meeting him and becoming friends he had been far too good to you; showering you with surprises and spending his hard earned money on you. A small part of you wondered if he had an ulterior motive since it was more than a simple friend deserved.

Jungkook and the members discussed what they wanted to order. When the waiter came over the selected meals were rattled off. As you all waited for the food to arrive you talked about things you had been working on or practising. Jungkook didn't let go of your hand for the entire time until your food arrived. Grabbing your chopsticks, you gave the noodles a stir.

"Modudeul, jal meog-eoyo. (Everyone, eat well.)" You announced to the table causing the men to chuckle amongst themselves.

You tucked into the dish, managing a few mouthfuls until your grip faltered and the utensils slipped from your fingers. Curse your non-dominant hand. Before you could attempt to pick up your chopsticks, Namjoon handed you a fork.

"You're injured, you're not expected to eat like us when you physically can't."

"Thank you."

You were able to twirl the noodles onto the fork with ease and gave him a grateful smile.

"How is it?" Jungkook asked when you were pausing to have a drink.

"Really good. The best I've ever had."

His signature bunny grin appeared, "Then next time you're in Korea I'll take you here again. Just the two of us."

Did your heart just stop? You were pretty sure your heart stopped.

"O-okay."

You hadn't even considered a next time in Korea, having just arrived, but Jungkook seemed to like planning ahead.

He looked down the length of the table and caught the member's attention.

"Modudeul, Noonaga Noona-ui siheom-eul kkeutnaeneun geos-eul eung-wonhabsida. (Everyone, let's cheers for Noona finishing her exams.)"

They all cheered and Taehyung got up to ask the waiter to take a picture of you all sat together. You were a bit surprised when Jungkook moved out of his seat, wiggling between you and Namjoon to give you a back hug, chin resting on your shoulder again. The waiter counted down from 3 and you all shouted kimchi.

Taehyung made sure to send the picture to you all and you took your phone out to save it. Jungkook reached around you to zoom in on everyone's faces.

"It's a good picture."

"My sling ruins it." You pouted. It stuck out against your dark clothing and looked awful.

"I told you not to injure yourself when you hit your knee."

The meal continued with the members asking you about what you had planned since you had finished college. You had to ask Jungkook to translate for you since their questions got too complex sometimes or used vocabulary you didn't know. Once the main meal was finished you were shocked to have a bowl of brownies and ice cream placed in front of you. Jungkook explained that he had ordered it for you earlier.

"You certainly know the way to my heart." You mumbled around a mouthful.

It melted in the mouth and you didn't realise you had moaned until Jungkook burst into laughter.

"Is it really that good?"

You nodded, loading your spoon up with a generous amount of the desert and held it up to his mouth. He didn't even hesitate as he leant forward to have a taste of the dessert you offered. His eyes closed and he made his own pleased sound when the rich dessert hit his taste buds. Time seemed to have slowed down as his tongue ran along his plush bottom lip gathering ice cream.

"Delicious."

Without thinking you swiped your thumb over the corner of his mouth and brought it to your own mouth.

"Y-you had some crumbs there..."

He blinked and you were shocked to find his eyes almost black where his pupils had dilated. He must have enjoyed the brownie more than he let on.

"Uh... thanks... I can be a messy eater sometimes." He turned his gaze away from you and took a swig of his drink.

You went back to finishing your dessert, ignoring the eyes of Namjoon who was looking between you and Jungkook with an unreadable expression.

It was a struggle after a filling meal, but you managed to finish it all with no further help from Jungkook.

"Noona sure can eat a lot."

You blushed and fiddled with the side of your sling, "I'll take that as a compliment."

There was a short discussion between the members about how they would pay before they decided to split the bill evenly between everyone. You went to fish your purse out of your bag but Jungkook grabbed your hand stopping you.

"This was a gift for Noona. So I'll pay for you."

"Kookie-"

Before you had a chance to protest he pushed back his chair and joined the others at the cash desk.

"Why the sad face?"

Namjoon returned to the table, stuffing his wallet into his pocket.

"Jungkook wouldn't let me pay."

"Ah, I see."

"He never does. It makes me feel bad. I don't deserve all this."

He seemed to hesitate before responding, taking the seat Jungkook just left, "You shouldn't feel bad. He does this because he... cares about you. The boy doesn't have many friends but those he does have he would punch a shark for." You both laughed at that. "Personally I'm glad he's spending money on a human being and not more white t-shirts or Bluetooth speakers."

"He has more white shirts than I have clothes."

Namjoon placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Since meeting you all those months ago he seems a lot happier. More tired, but mainly happy. He's always telling us what you're up to and what you've taught him."

You felt your heart swell at the thought of him talking about you to his members and heat rose to your cheeks. You were too caught up in your own world to notice Jungkook returning.

"You ready to go?"

You stood up and went onto your tiptoes to give him a hug. It took him a second to react but then two arms were wrapping around your waist.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"Pay for my flight and food."

"If this is how you pay me back for spending money on you then maybe I should do it more often." He said as he nuzzled into your neck, you could feel his smile.

Namjoon cleared his throat, "Okay, break it up you two. We're leaving now."

His hands fell from your back and you stepped away from him, avoiding Namjoon's gaze.

"Come on Noona."

You took his outstretched hand and followed behind all the members back to the car. During the journey back to the dorm you were a yawning mess, the long flight plus jet lag plus a full belly made it hard to stay awake. Jungkook gave you a sympathetic smile and said that the Pikachu onesie should be dry by the time you got back so you could go straight to bed. Every now and then you found yourself drifting off but would jolt yourself awake. Arriving at the dorm you forced your eyes open and held onto Jungkook as you went inside.

You said goodnight to the members and went into Jungkook's bedroom while he disappeared into the laundry room. He came back with the onesie and left you alone to change. It was a bit of a struggle and you whimpered and hissed in pain more than you cared to admit but eventually you had managed to change into it. A part of you wished he hadn't washed it so it would still smell of him. In your process of changing you had taken off your sling, preferring to sleep without it, and climbed into bed. There was a knock at the door and you said it was fine to come in. A mop of dark hair popped through the door.

"I just want to grab a blanket and pillow."

You nodded and he grabbed his things from his wardrobe.

"Pikachu suits you, Noona."

"I think it suits you better."

He turned to face you with a smirk, "Maybe but Pikachu is Noona's now. And you said you would buy me a rabbit onesie."

You hadn't forgotten, you just needed to go shopping with him since you didn't know his size.

"Goodnight BunBun."

"Goodnight Noona."

He flicked the light and shut the door, leaving you to comprehend the fact that you were wearing his clothes in his bed.

You had been sleeping peacefully when you were woken up by the mattress shifting as someone else climbed into the bed. Your eyes snapped open to see what was happening and were greeted by the sight of a shirtless but practically dead looking Jungkook curling up to you. His arms came to wrap around your waist and pulled you to him and his face nuzzled its way into your clothed breasts. You felt your entire face heat up.

You froze, wondering what to do. Did you try to wake him or deal with the fact that Jeon Jungkook was cuddling you? The fangirl in you knew he was an absolute dead weight when asleep so there was no chance of waking him. You looked down at him. He looked so peaceful cuddling up to you. Cute even. Like a small child cuddling their plushie as they slept. You definitely couldn't wake him. He looked too precious. With a small smile, you opted for going back to sleep and dealing with him in the morning. You cradled his head against you to return the hug, carding your fingers through his hair which lulled you back to sleep.

AN: We got the idea for this chapter after I broke my elbow back in February... or was it March... Those two months blurred together for me. You can all relax now. We're back in Korea. Finally. He's really treating her like a princess, isn't he? And the kid ended up in his own bed anyway xD

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Wickling Shenanigans Chapter 2 ~ Firsts

It’s today! Holy shit I can’t believe it! Teddy texted me like ten minutes after he dropped me off, inquiring as to whether or not I would be interested in going to a local comic store that he’s been going to for ages.I’m so excited! It took us a solid hour to plan out our schedules so that neither of us would get into too much trouble with our parents (or, in my case, make my parents suspicious). So, we decided on the Wednesday two weeks from then at 6, which would be a comic release day. Fresh comics would be arriving at the store and everyone would go to read something, buy it and then sit down and just debate anything and everything. There’s only one problem. I’m not too positive on how I feel about going to a different store.

I don’t feel like I’m ‘betraying’ my local store or anything, in fact I don’t even have a local store. It’s just anxiety I guess. I mean, I’m already going to be with Teddy, who I’ve still technically only known for seven hours or so, but I’m also going to be in a different area of town, different people who may not react to well and who knows what else. Just this once I want to be confident. I want to be able to just relax and go out on a date with a cute, nerdy boy.

Alas, anxiety never listens to reason anyway. So now the harder question. What the hell am I going to wear? I normally just wear my hoodie and a pair of jeans, but is that really good enough for a date? It is only to a comic shop and by no means is it formal, but I don’t want to disrespect or act like an idiot in front of Teddy. I begin to look through all of my clean clothes, looking for anything that doesn’t look stupid or too casual. No solid colour shirts, that would ruin the comic vibe. So maybe a proper hero shirt? He said that he likes Captain America… right? God, if this works out at all, I’m really going to be a sucky boyfriend. I look for any Captain America merchandise I may have and find… nothing. I do find an Avengers shirt, however, and quickly decide that it’s my best bet.

Finding a loose, yet nice looking pair of jeans to go along with the outfit, I put any finishing touches together and try to fix myself up. Trying to shower as quickly as possible, I hurry through and out, starting on my hair as soon as I can at least mildly dry the rest of my body. It takes five minutes of fumbling through drawers for combs and a hair gel that doesn’t look fake as shit for me to finally begin on hair. I try to do anything that would make it the same nice sideways part that it was when he last saw me, yet I can’t manage it in the slightest. I throw the comb down in frustration some time later, collapsing to the porcelain tiles of the bathroom.

“Why can’t you just get one fucking thing right? You fucking idiot.” I whisper, head in hands, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t even waste his time. Just cancel. You said it yourself, you aren’t going to be of any use to him, merely a sucky boyfriend.” The small, nagging voice from within my head coos. A voice I’ve come to accept as a part of me, yes, but also a dark thing that I can’t tolerate. The voice of my depression and anxiety all rolled into one. And no matter what I tell myself, I can’t help but feel like that tiny voice is right.

Gingerly, I reach for the phone that I had left on the counter, readying my excuse in my head. There goes another one, I suppose. As I absentmindedly go to the text thread between me and Teddy, I notice that a new text is there.

“Hey, um, I don’t exactly know what you may want from this date or anything, and honestly, I’m really scared to fuck this up. I just wanted to ask if it was ok if we didn’t try and overdo this or anything. I know that this may turn you away, but I just want to make sure I don’t overstep at all or… I don’t even know. I’m sorry. Anxiety is weird. Anyway, I hope that you’re still cool with Jansen’s at 6?”

I can’t stop the tears from pouring out. He is so amazing. He knows exactly what it’s like and is actually confident enough to talk about it. He is everything that I’m not and may never be. I text back, slowly weighing each of my words so that I don’t make a stupid mistake.

“Yeah! Of course. I actually understand exactly what you’re talking about. I was going to do something really brash and ignorant, but you stopped me. I also have anxiety, fun fact, I guess. But yeah, I can’t wait to see you there.” After sending the text I look at the time. 5:00. And Jensen’s is 20 minutes away. Damnit. I sigh, looking at my hair with resignation. No need for false images. I wash out the gel and just simply run a comb through it again. It’s messy, but not in a bad way. I quickly change into the outfit I chose earlier, but after a moment of pause decide to throw on that familiar gray hoodie.

I grab my wallet and keys to the house, saying goodbye to my younger brothers and telling my parents that “Daniel”, my “lab partner”, wanted to meet up for a study session. They accepted it, readily agreeing to any sort of studious activity, and gave me money for the cab ride. As I walk outside into the cold, fall New York air, I search for a taxi, finally hailing one down. I give my destination and soon enough, we reach the comic shop, where I thank the woman and hand her an extra five dollars for getting me here in 15 minutes. I look at the store sign above the door and the extraordinary combination of merchandise, comics and apparel that line the walls and center of the store. Taking a deep breath and trying to steady myself, I walk into the door.

As I walk in, the familiar and comforting scent of fresh comics and posters hit my nose. It feels like a second home by now, and every comic shop has a similar enough smell to feel that way, yet a small difference to make themselves unique. I also hear a surprising lack of conversation when I enter the store, surprised that there are no raging debates on whether the Hulk or the Thing would win in a fight. I look around the small store, obtaining a greeting from the main cashier and obvious manager, but only finding a few others.

Finally, I find a small outcropping filled with comfortable chairs and group of six people all silently reading issues of the new Scarlet Witch that I had been super excited to get tonight. One of them, a guy probably in his late twenties, with brown, wavy hair and a small stubble, looks up to me. “Oh hey!” He says in a quiet tone. “You here for the Scarlet Witch discussion?”

I look at him with vague confusion. “Um, no, I was invited here by someone I met. He should be here soo-”

“Ah! You’re the guy Teddy won’t shut up about! What is it, Billy, Dilly? I’m sorry, I’m shit with names.” He interrupts, quickly smiling at me after his apparent fumble.

“Yeah, my name’s Billy, nice to meet you.”

“Trent, nice to meet you.” He puts his hand forward and I readily accept it. At least I have one guy who I can now relate to. I continue with a simple train of thought before a question hits my mind.

“Hey, Trent. Did you say ‘the Scarlet Witch discussion’?” I inquire, suddenly reminded of the short phrase he said earlier.

“Yeah! To honour her new comic, we decided that she would be a great subject for this week’s discussion!” Trent’s explanation is then cut off by the sound of yet another voice, this one from behind me and much more familiar.

“Damnit!” Teddy whines, looking slightly red-faced with embarrassment. “It was supposed to be a surprise! I remembered that you said that you loved Scarlet Witch and when I was here later I was reminded about the fact that the discussion was today and I thought immediately that you would love to talk about her and the new issue, which I also bought for you so here.” He says in one rapid sentence, his face growing ever-more cherry as he continues. After the last phrase, he looks through his bag before pulling out a very nice looking Scarlet Witch #9.

At that moment I realize two things. I am the shittiest boyfriend of all time. And. Teddy Altman is the best and most thoughtful boyfriend ever. I accept the comic, silent and slightly open-mouthed. I can’t help but just stare, words failing me. Finally, Teddy speaks up again.

“It’s not what you would’ve preferred is it? I overstepped didn’t I? God damnit I’m sorry Billy, I thought you would like it and clearly I was wrong. Do you want me to take it back? It’ll save you the trouble.” Teddy says. Finally, words connect to my brain again just as he is about to reach and grab the book.

“No! Oh my God Teddy, no one has even done that or anything even remotely similar for me. Holy shit, it’s amazing. I was going to buy one tonight, but… wow. Just… wow. Thank you so much.” I continue to stammer, trying to talk to him, when he leans in and simply hugs me. It’s a nice way to say shut up.

“Hey, it’s ok. So you weren’t horribly disappointed by the present?” He asks, concern still fresh in his face.

“Damnit Teddy, I love it and I can’t wait to talk to everyone here about the obviously greatest person. Well, besides you. Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course. You deserve it. You’re outstanding.” He says, eyes watery and still concerned. I got so lucky to find him. For the next few minutes I begin to flip through the pages of the comic, reveling in the art style that had been revolutionary back in Scarlet Witch #1 and still were just gorgeous. The story was excellently unfolding and about 5/7 of the way through, a large plot twist came into play and made the story exponentially larger, more complex and just flat out better. An hour has passed by the time I finally finish it.

We stay another few hours and discuss how the new arc seems to be coming into play with everyone else, Teddy showing off his new knowledge that he had been working on apparently. And despite my enjoyment of everything and Teddy’s kindness, I can’t help but feel like something is wrong. When we both step outside into the cold, night air, I turn to him.

“This isn’t your thing, is it? Scarlet Witch and everything else that was discussed tonight?” Teddy’s face falls as he looks at me.

“Was it that obvious? I’m just not that big on Scarlet Witch, I mean, I tried but I’m not sure what it is. I just couldn’t get behind it.” His voice cracks a bit and he looks almost as crestfallen as I am that he wasn’t honest with me.

“Not really, I guess I just picked up on it. You know I don’t care right? I completely understand. What kind of geek could I call myself if I were to shame someone for their preferences? That’s the whole job of being a geek!” I say, incredulously. I can’t understand why he wouldn’t be able to just tell me the truth.

“Yeah, I guess. I’m sorry. I guess I thoroughly ruined your night. Goodnight Billy.” He turns away and begins walking. My heart stops for a second. While I am typically ok with letting go of a boy, suddenly everything in me just screams out. And I know that I can’t let him get away. So I run after him.

“Teddy! Wait! No! Come back, please!” I continue running after him, eyes watering. Never before have I felt so strongly about someone. He turns around as I finally catch up and grab his arm. There are tears in his eyes as well. “Please don’t go. I’ve never felt like this before for anyone and the last thing I want to do is ruin this because you really are someone special that no one should ever let go and I just ----”

I’m cut off by a sudden pressure on my lips as Teddy leans forward and silences me. And there are no fireworks, no loud explosions. In fact quite the opposite. Everything just short circuits in my head and my legs soon turn to jelly. I would fall if not for his arms around my waist. His lips are soft or something I’m not quite sure. All I know is that Teddy Altman is kissing me. His hair lightly brushes against my face and his breath smells like strawberry milkshakes. Yet the kiss is so much shorter than I wanted it to be. Pressure and then a slight brush and pull away. He stands there with his forehead against mine, our breath vapour mixing in front of us. He smiles a small, sad smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t even ask. But I’ve kinda wanted to do that for a while. You just… you’re kinda amazing and really attractive and super swe-” It’s my turn to stop him. I lean up and forward again, kissing him with just a little more fervor than before. He responds by pressing into it and returning with his own slight fervor. Finally, we pull away again.

“Guess we’re even then.” I say with a small wink. He gives a small chuckle.

“Damn Billy, I don’t even know what to say. You’re amazing. And God, I am so fucking sorry.” He whispers, arms wrapping around me even tighter.

“Don’t be sorry. You just gave me my first kiss. And there’s no one I would rather give that too. Just promise that we can do something that you love next time.” His eyes widen at that.

“Wait, you-you’re still ok with being with me, even after everything else?” He says.

“God, you are so thick Teddy. Why else would I willingly kiss you? Why would I ask? Just to fuck with you? No! You’re amazing and sweet. How many times do I have to say it? You’ve said it to me and yet won’t accept the reciprocation. Deal with it. You’re stuck with me, Theodore.” I smile, backing up with my hands firmly placed on my hips. He returns the smile, significantly more happy.

After we discuss it for a few minutes, we decide to just relax at his place next week after school. And if it’s anything like the first, I can’t wait for my second date.

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Chapter One-Hundred Sixty-Five: Beatrice, Enzo, Mel and Natasha

Two left.

Two snared.

His deal was nearly done.

Crix walked close behind the two witches as they made their way from the infirmary to the Great Hall, the waxy rain of floating candles dripping onto their shoulders. He pressed his wand to Mel’s spine and both the witches’ wands against Beatrice’s, her darker curls tinged with blue crackles, the wood pressing into the thoracolumbar junction. If they made one false move, made one snarky comment, if they even looked unsavoury, Crix would sever their spinal cord.

He wouldn’t kill them. He would paralyse them. He would cripple them. He wouldn’t kill them. They were needed for the bigger picture.

Nevertheless, the lustful thought of murder was blissful.

The Great Hall was empty. Silence filled the space where laughter and rapturous hormonal merriment resided when the light shone through the stained-glass windows, shrouded in darkness and fleetingly illuminated by the full moon.

“Over there, get,” he snapped, driving them forward. He brushed at his hip when he felt a tingle of pain, speckles of green glass still embedded in his skin.

Bitch. That potion took me a whole lunar phase. Do we really need them all? Surely I could just kill one of them.

“Remember, remember, little whores: not an ounce of funny business. Got what I said before memorised? What did I say?”

Mel shrugged. “I dunno. It’s hard to retain anything that comes out of your big mouth. You’ve got one of those voices that belong on a no-maj infomercial.”

“I think you’ll remember very fucking quickly,” Crix laughed, “Unless you want to never see your…”

What was he? Mel and Enzo had history? Was it over? Was it newer than that? Calix had mumbled something about it.

Crix raised his eyebrows quizzically, turning towards Mel and deciding to push on her buttons with force: “Boyfriend? Friend? Fuck buddy? What would you call him?”

“Gentleman caller would be preferable,” said Mel, batting her eyelashes at him.

“I don’t know about that, Mel. Teddy would have to know what a gentleman is to understand,” Beatrice spat at the demented wizard behind her, grinning at the way he winced, favoring his left hip. “I suppose to him, the closest a man could come to being a gentleman is a boyfriend, though I’d wager his experience would disagree.”

Crix narrowed his eyes, his toothy smile broadening as he stepped backward. “There’s no fun in being a gentleman. The days of chivalry and good grace are dead. The fun, the sheer thrill of life, is found in villainy, these days. Like, for example, when Calix kissed that common stale. That was fun. That experience was wonderful.”

Beatrice didn’t even bat an eyelash at his remark, her face remaining calm and cool as she went to stand along the far wall next to her friend. “You mean when you dry humped Jackie Velez in front of the whole school? Yeah. Nice try pinning that on my man, but no cigar bud. Very convincing performance, but it’s hard to get me riled up about something I know you did ex post facto, even if you looked an awfully lot like Cal.”

“Yeah, you’re not as clever and devious as you think you are, pal.” Mel slowly turned so that she faced Crix, his wand pressing into her sternum. “Now, are you going to quit fucking around and actually tell us why you brought us here?”

“Oh, but I am,” he chuckled, jabbing Mel hard in the chest with the tip of his wand, “The good doctor is dying on his feet in a hovel and I can’t help but wonder what his golden legacy will be. Bastard? Prick? Disloyal cunt? I mean, the world saw Calix do some terrible things. And everyone here is a brainless, cock-sucking sheep - they’ll believe whatever they see. For fuck sake, I’ve been half the students in this god-forsaken shit hole and no one’s noticed for years!”

He laughed menacingly, pointing towards a panel on the wall behind the dais where the professor sat. “So, yes, bitch, I am that clever. One of your group is half-fucked, the others are soon to join him and, as for you two, you’re going to march down to the dungeon, through that secret passage, to face your swan songs like good little wretches, understand?”

Mel tried her hardest not to flinch away when Crix jabbed her with his wand. Her eyes wandered to the dais, wondering what fresh hell Crix had planned for them beyond that wall. She said nothing, refusing to even meet his eyes. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Beatrice crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips tightly, electricity sparking off her silver painted nails crackling in the cold morning air. “What happens when people look for us? Four students all go missing at the same time? Doctor Evans saw us last with you. What’re you going to do about that? We told her everything, and whether she believes us or not, she knows. That makes you a prime suspect when we’re gone.” she said, wondering why she was trying to reason with a madman.

He shrugged his shoulders, jabbing at them both once more: “I’ll do what I always do; I make the problems disappear. Prime suspect or not, they won’t catch me. Mel’s realised you’re both fucked, hasn’t she? See, she can’t even look at me! The game is up. You’ve lost. So, start moving, please. This is your last chance.”

Enzo panted, groaning as he slogged up yet another staircase. Although Natasha’s healing magic did enough to keep most of his blood inside his body, thin lines of dark crimson would trickle down his fingers every now and again. He pulled the sleeve of his hoodie down, covering up the still deteriorating chunk of skin missing from his left wrist, chewing down on his left cheek hard enough to attempt to distract himself from the pain.

That was when he saw a sliver of light at the top of the staircase.

“I think… we’re almost out,” he said to Natasha, praying that this was not another one of Theodore’s illusions.

Natasha had elected to follow behind Enzo as they trudged up the long staircases. First of all, if he collapsed, it would be easier to prevent him from tumbling all the way back down, and second, an attack seemed more likely from behind, should Crix find them missing, and she was currently the one in better shape to defend them.

Her eyes landed on the same light that Enzo was seeing, relieved both that they were nearing escape, and that he wasn’t hallucinating from his blood loss.

“Finally,” she mumbled, a bit short of breath. They had been climbing for a while, and she was exhausted. But it seemed to only be a little bit farther. At least in a relative sense.

He took the stairs two at a time then, forgetting his pain and faintness. He reached the top, peering through the crack. “We’re on the main floor of the castle,” he said in a hushed whisper. He then noticed the grand windows around the corridor, revealing the full moon. “It’s nighttime… or early morning.”

He pushed the door open and he and Natasha stepped through. As soon as their bodies entered the main corridor of the first floor, Enzo noted that the door behind him vanished. It must have been a portal of some sort, disguised as nothing more than the wall.

Clever.

Natasha couldn’t be more relieved when they finally stepped through the door and into the first floor corridor. The sight was a surprise, but at least they were free. She looked around, seeing the moon and realizing Enzo was right. There was no one around, which she supposed was a good thing. What would people think if they saw the pair just stepping out of the wall?

That was when they heard distinct voices echoing from the Great Hall…

“That’s Theodore… and Beatrice, and…” Enzo’s voice faded and he listened to their conversation. When he heard Theodore’s threats, he looked back to Natasha, and, for a moment, wondered how, out of any of the five, she and him got wrapped up playing hero together.

“Wand,” he muttered, drawing his own and creeping up to the large, double doors.

Natasha almost rolled her eyes at the last word from Enzo, and would have if the situation wasn’t so dire. Does he think I was just going to charge in there without a wand? Seriously? However, she held back her biting comments and drew her wand as well, following the Aquilen towards the doors.

Enzo took a deep breath, creaking open the door just enough to see the scene inside. There was Theodore, looking a little worse for wear. And there were their friends, being held at wand point.

No time for plans.

He gritted his teeth, pushing open the door, trying to ignore the aching flames licking up the nerves in his arm as the wound on his wrist flared up. He and Natasha stepped into the Great Hall, and Enzo raised his wand.

“Drop it!” he called, his voice booming around the dark, empty room.

Crix spun on his heels, shifting behind the two witches at the sound of voices, one set of wands firmly pointed at them, the other over their heads, waving rhythmically between the two uninvited intruders.

He spat at them, a bilious anger rising from the pit of his stomach. How the fuck did they get out? They were supposed to be trapped! They were his two caged captives!

“You little fuckers! Don’t move,” he called, observing that Calix wasn’t with them, “Not one more step!”

Natasha shook her head, pointing her wand directly at Crix between Mel and Beatrice. She knew he had their own wands pointed at them, but she doubted he would be able to use all three at once.

“You’re outnumbered, Crix,” she told him. “Why don’t you drop the wands?”

“Natasha! Enzo!” Mel exclaimed, relief flooding her system. Her eyes fell on Enzo, on his blood-soaked clothes and scarred wrist. Her throat tightened.

“I said not one step! Don’t move a muscle, or I’ll kill them both,” Crix sneered, his treacherous heart beginning to thunder in his chest. “Now, I’ll only give you this chance once, drop your wands. You can’t win.”

Beatrice glanced between the two witches and wizards, eyes wild. She needed to try and get her wand back now. Though Crix was physically outnumbered, he was out of his mind deranged, and he could potentially do something they’d all regret. Her fingers twitched nervously and she glanced at the wizard closest to her, wondering if she could summon her wand, though she thought it worth a try. She just needed to wait for an opening.

“You hurt them, we kill you,” Enzo spat, taking another step closer.

He watched as Melanie and Beatrice stared at he and Natasha. They were clearly wandless, or they would have fought back by now. How did he disarm them? It occurred to Enzo then that Theodore Crix was not all that he seemed. Potions major, maybe. However, if he was collecting students without anyone noticing, he was no novice.

“Is whatever you’re trying to accomplish worth dying for?” Enzo asked, taking yet another step closer.

Just need to be able to separate him from the girls…

“Dying?” Crix asked, jabbing both the witches’ wands into their backs, their bodies jerking forward. “I have no intention of dying. Try and kill me! I’ll have you all.”

He waved his wand in an arching motion, the chain holding one of the ornate chandeliers above Enzo and Natasha’s head shattering. Gravity took hold. The chandelier began to fall.

Natasha was going to retort when Crix waved his wand, the sound of something above their heads breaking right after. She didn’t think, just grabbing Enzo by his collar and dragging him with her as she dove out of the way. Normally she would trust him to have good enough reflexes to get himself out, but after his injury, she had reason to doubt it. She hit the ground off to the side, hard, feeling exactly where bruises were going to form beneath her pale skin. But she wasn’t concerned about that right now. She was much more worried about the Arschgeige that just tried to kill her and Enzo.

The Cucurrion pointed her wand at Crix. “Stupefy.” She doubted the spell would work, but it would at least cause him to focus on something other than killing them for a second.

Enzo did not even have time to look up before Natasha grabbed him, hauling him out of the way of his certain death. He stumbled, falling to the ground beside her as the chandelier smashed, bits of crystal flinging everywhere, some scratching at Enzo’s cheeks. He clenched his eyes shut, making sure it would not blind him, when he heard Natasha fire the first spell.

He scrambled to his feet, aiming his wand back towards Theodore who clearly was ready to abandon his mission to ensure his survival.

Crix shoved Beatrice aside, grabbing Mel, who was closer, and wrapping his arm around her throat. Natasha’s spell whistled past their heads, narrowly missing Mel’s cheek as she was pulled aside.

Crix smiled manically. A change was needed. His plan was dynamic. He still had time. And a chance. He had them all in the same place.

Two of them didn’t have wands.

One appeared hurt.

He could still - would - still do this.

“Let’s see how good your friends are, yeah?” Crix purred into Mel’s ear, his words poisonous. He raised his wand and two of the long tables came hurtling from the back of the hall towards the wizard and witch.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes at Teddy and balled her hands into fists, her nose wrinkled in anger as she stood along the wall where she was shoved. It seemed to her as though he had no idea what he was doing moving forwards. He was between a rock and a hard place and he was just trying to inflict as much damage as she could. Watching helplessly as the tables flew towards her friends, a thought struck her, which made the whole world come to a grinding halt in her mind.

Where is Calix?

She swallowed tightly and slowly crept forwards, glad that the maniac had thrown her aside until she stood behind him, her coiled black hair frizzing with bolts of lightning. This asshole killed her man, and he was trying to kill everybody else now too. Wand or no wand, she was willing to do anything at this point to allow her friends an opportunity to take him down. “Sounds good to me, jackass,” she growled, reaching forward to grab his wrist, attempting to pull it behind his back.

Mel’s skin crawled when she felt Crix’s breath on her ear. Mind racing, she desperately tried to think of something she could do to free herself from his grasp.

Then Beatrice grabbed his free wrist, causing his grip on Mel to loosen. Letting out a snarl, she pulled herself forward and rammed her elbow into his groin. She was able to fully break free and stumbled across the floor to where Enzo and Natasha stood. Panting, she clutched at Enzo’s pant leg, unable to bring herself to stand right away.

Enzo felt Melanie grab his leg as Beatrice disarmed him, just before raising his wand to shatter the table flying his way into millions of splinters. He hardly had enough time to cast a shield around him, Melanie, and Natasha before they were sent to them.

He reached his semi-working arm down, grabbing Melanie and hauling her to her feet. She looked okay - not hurt. He breathed a sigh of relief, focusing his attention back to Theodore.

Crix doubled over, a sharp, intense pain momentarily blinding his vision. He wrenched his arm free from Beatrice’s tight grasp and cast a bombarda charm to drive her away.

The pain seared. Crix swallowed air quickly. His eyes scrunched shut. Casting a healing spell, dark smoke dropped from his hands, pitch black with a stomach-churning smell of rot and decay, that made the pain in his midriff ebb and wane.

Little bitch, he thought as his eyes opened, watching Mel run back towards Enzo.

I’ll get you all!

Crix raised his wand, pointed it at Mel’s back and roared:

“Crucio!”

Mel doubled over, buckling in an instant as pain flooded her entire body, a searing, crippling agony she had never experienced in her life. Her body convulsed, tears streaming down her cheeks as her mind blocked out all of her surroundings and tunneled into the only thing that was real for her right now - suffering. Her lungs burned, and it took a moment for her to realize she was screaming.

Beatrice watched horrified, her jaw dropped as Crix cast an Unforgivable Curse on one of her friends, making the rest of the world fall silent. The Samoan witch looked down at the ground, eyes going wide with glee as she realized her holly wand was there fallen on the stone floor for the taking. She quickly glanced at Teddy, hearing nothing but the screaming of a witch in pain and her blood thundering in her ears, and bent down, grabbing her wand before scuttling back, pointing it at him.

What do I do? Which spell do I use?

Enzo flinched as the curse hit Melanie’s back, sending her to the floor in a frenzy. The curse echoed in his mind: ‘Crucio.’ After Winter Break, it was no longer something he learned about in a classroom. It was something beaten into his head.

All of that fell away when as he watched Melanie scream in agony on the floor, tears streaming down her face. He immediately fell to his knees before her, holding her head up from slamming against the hard marble below as the curse wracked her body.

“Someone stop him!” he hollered, his voice booming louder than it ever had before.

It was then that he heard the Great Hall’s doors swing open once again, and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a white gown and a cascade of white-blonde hair: Headmistress Liara. Behind her was a renegade of students, many screaming in horror as they witnessed the atrocity in what they always felt was the safest place in the castle.

Beatrice swallowed tightly and saw Calix’s bloody, bruised, lifeless body in her mind’s eye. The pale bruised skin with dried blood crusted around his wrists, his lips cracked and curled up into a sickening smile. He deserved better than to die by the hand somebody as wicked and depraved as Theodore Crix. But then again, he wouldn’t have wanted to cause anybody harm, no matter how malevolent they were. She started to lower her wand and shook her head, grip faintly tightening around the whippy wood. Calix was better than that, and Crix didn’t deserve to die; perhaps have his career ruined and spend the rest of his life in prison, but he didn’t deserve to die.

Enzo noticed Beatrice lowering her wand; she was going to spare him. As Melanie continued to convulse in his arms, on the brink of death, anger swelled in his chest. It wasn’t morally right, he knew that, but he was not going to let Melanie die.

“He killed Calix!” Enzo hollered the lie at Beatrice who met his gaze. “In the dungeons. I watched it happen. He tortured him until he bled to death! He’s going to kill Melanie, too! Do it!”

Her bottom lip trembling, Beatrice glared at the man in front of her, her blood boiling and making her face red. Around her head, her curly hair rose like a black storm cloud, crackling and alive with rage. She swallowed tightly and sniffed, pushing aside the thoughts of her deceased love as hot angry tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Avada Kedavra,” she muttered viciously under her breath.

Her eyes went wide, the world slowing down to the pace of a snail as she watched, wondering if she was really the one to cast the killing curse. She saw the bolt of green light escape the tip of her wand, hurtling towards Theodore Crix with alarming speed before colliding with his back turned towards her. The spell caught him dead on, and Beatrice couldn’t help but stand there paralyzed as she saw him fall face forwards towards the floor, landing with a sickening thud that made her heart skip a beat.

What have I done?

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