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robinrunsfiction · 3 years

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It’s A Love Story - Part 3

Part 2

"What the hell Frank," (YN) heard Ray shout from where she was sitting on the steps in front of the school, digging through her backpack. Her head snapped up as she looked between them, trying to figure out what was happening.

"What did I do?" He asked defensively.

"Tucker just told me he delivered a pizza to you on Friday night, and he saw girls shoes and a purse by the door. You lied about being sick to go on a date?!"

(YN)'s eyes wide as panic ran through her. She hadn't seen Tucker, she was in the living room, so there couldn't have been any way he would have seen her. Ray would have said if he knew it was her, right? Tucker would have surely told her brothers.

"You got a girlfriend?!" Mikey asked, clearly surprised.

"Umm, yea, I do," Frank answered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Gerard asked.

"Who is she?" Ray asked, not even giving him time to answer the last question.

"She doesn't go here," Frank lied.

"Is she cute?" (YN) finally piped up, a wicked smile on her face.

"She's gorgeous," Frank replied emphatically and (YN) grinned even wider.

"Are we gonna meet her sometime?" Gerard asked.

"I dunno, maybe, if she wants."

"What's her name?" Mikey asked.

Frank opened his mouth to answer and (YN) was genuinely curious to see how he was going to respond when the bell rang, signaling that they had five minutes to get to their homerooms.

"I'll tell ya later," Frank replied as they all made their way into the school.

(YN) hung back and Frank slowed down so he could walk with her. "Saved by the bell," she smirked.

"Who knew Tucker was fuckin Sherlock Holmes," he muttered and (YN) laughed.

“What name were you gonna give them?”

“Yours,” he smirked.

“Stop it,” she said, smacking his arm and he laughed.

“I’ll see ya in algebra,” he said before heading down the hall. (YN) watched him go and sighed. One day they’d all know she was the girl at Frank’s house. One day she’d be able to kiss him before they parted ways. One day couldn’t come soon enough.

A few weeks passed, and (YN) was still living for the thrill of being with Frank. There were small moments like (YN) coming out to the garage to watch the band, or rather Frank, practice, to them spending more time doing homework together, to Frank taking her hand as they sat next to each other during the weekly movie night, even though her brothers were right there. Then there were the more exciting moments, like when she found Frank between the shelves, deep in the library.

“Hey,” she whispered, making him jump.

“Shit, oh hey (YN)," he grinned. "What are you doing here?”

“I'm in study hall, but I came to get some books for my research project for history. I saw Mikey up front and he said your English class was in here so," she shrugged, leaning against the shelf.

"You thought you'd come find me in the stacks?" He smirked.

"I thought I'd come find my books for my research project. Come on Frank, what did you think was gonna happen?" She replied with a smirk of her own.

Frank glanced over his shoulder, before grabbing her waist and kissing her hard. (YN)'s mind began to spin, partially because of how amazing the kiss was, but also because her brother was also in the library. Hell, anyone could wander over and find them making out. It'd take all of a minute for the entire school to find out. And (YN) loved it.

She ran her hands through his hair, as they made out against the historical fiction books until they heard footsteps and they pulled apart and both turned their attention to the books. Whoever it was, kept walking, not even slowing down to do more than glance their way.

“Close one,” Frank whispered.

“Mmhmm,” she agreed, stealing a look out of the corner of her eye.

“Kinda awesome.”

“Oh yea,” she giggled.

That afternoon at lunch, (YN) was at her usual spot with the guys, minus Mikey. Ray and Gerard had been practically bouncing out of their seats, clearly having news to share.

“Where is Mikey?” Ray asked, looking around anxiously.

“I dunno, but I’ll fill him in later,” Gerard said. “Let’s just tell ‘em!”

“There’s a battle of the bands coming up and we’re signed up!” Ray announced.

Frank, Bob, and (YN) all exchanged a look of surprise.

“Wait, when is it?” Frank asked.

“Next month!” Gerard grinned.

Bob put his head in his hands. “We have so much more practicing to do.”

“I think we got a real shot!” Ray explained. “And when we win, we get prize money and real studio time to record an album!”

“We’ll be taking off in no time!” Gerard nodded.

“Can I help?” (YN) asked.

Before anyone could answer, Mikey walked into the cafeteria with a cute blonde girl.

"See ya there Mikey," the blonde waved before going off to join her friends and Mikey had a smug smile on his face.

"About time!" Ray said.

“What was all that about?” Gerard asked.

"Me and Kristin are going to the fall formal together."

“Oh nice,” Gerard replied.

(YN) almost choked on her sandwich. "Wait, what?! That's not fair! I wanted to go to fall formal!"

"Who's stopping you?" Mikey replied.

"You and Gee! When you two, the least intimidating nerds at this school, somehow convinced the entire male population to stay away from me!"

She could feel people were starting to look at her as her voice raised with every word but she didn't care. She was angry and sick of how she'd been treated.

"Just go with Christine and Marie," she heard Gerard say, and she began to see red.

"I don’t want to because they have dates and I don't want to be a third wheel!" She snapped. "The double standards in this family are such BULLSHIT!"

"Miss Way!" Mrs. Simon barked. “The office, now!”

(YN) felt her cheeks burning red and her shoulders slumped in defeat as almost everyone in the cafeteria started laughing at her while she was marched down to the office by the teacher. She sighed in frustration at yet another way her brothers were ruining everything for her.

A few hours later the school day was over and (YN) reported to detention.

"Is this your first time in detention?" The teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, asked as she slid into the desk and she nodded. "Ok. The rules are there is no talking, you may do your homework, read, or sit silently."

(YN) wondered who she would even talk to since the room was empty. She pulled a folder out of her backpack and was about to get started on her homework when someone else walked into the room.

"Mr. Iero, please take a seat, you know the rules," she heard the teacher say. She looked up to see Frank coming to sit down at the desk next to hers.

"Hey," he whispered.

She grinned and then turned her attention back to her homework. They both worked silently until the teacher announced he would be right back.

"He's gonna be gone at least 10 minutes," Frank said once the door was closed.

"How do you know?"

"He's taking a smoke break."

"Oh, right. Well what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't let my girl go through her first detention alone," he smiled.

(YN) covered her face, partially because she was blushing, and partially because she was embarrassed to be in detention in the first place. "What did you do to be here anyway?"

"I threw a ball at Mikey's head during gym."

(YN) could hardly stifle her laughter. "Oh my god, were you playing dodgeball?"

"No, soccer."

(YN) burst out laughing, thankful Mr. Rodriguez was not in the room. "Thanks for that."

"He deserved it," Frank nodded.

"I agree,” she grinned.

When they walked out of the school almost an hour later, (YN)'s mom was sitting in her car waiting to pick her up. "Ugh, I can't wait to get grounded."

"Maybe it won't be that bad?" Frank said sympathetically as they walked down the steps.

"Hello Frankie, did you wait for (YN)?" Her mom called out the open car window.

"No, I had detention too," he shrugged.

"Oh," her mom seemed taken aback. "Well would you like a ride home?"

"Please," (YN) whispered, hoping to delay the trouble she was certain to get into.

"Sure, thanks!" He nodded, getting in the backseat.

"That Mrs. Simon said this wasn't your first outburst this year, (YN)," her mom said as they started to head home.

"Yea, I know."

"That's not like you," her mom replied, more concerned than angry.

"I know," she muttered, head against the window.

"No one asked me, but I think Gerard and Mikey should back off," Frank piped up from the backseat.

"What do you mean Frankie?"

"Don't worry about it," (YN) mumbled.

"They're too protective of her. I know she's a girl, and the youngest, even if it's just by a few minutes, but they don't need to treat her like every single guy is a predator," he explained.

"Did something happen?" Her mom asked, now very concerned.

"No, some guy in Gee’s class was talking to me at that pool party this summer and Gee freaked out. It doesn't matter, the social damage is done. I don't even care anymore."

"Do you want me to talk to them?"

"No, I don't wanna make it worse. Just let me handle it," (YN) answered.

The rest of the drive was silent until they arrived at Frank's house. "See you tomorrow," he said, reaching forward to rub (YN)'s arm sympathetically before getting out.

"He's a good boy," her mom said as they started back toward their house and (YN) hummed in quiet agreement. "And that necklace he bought you for your birthday is lovely."

(YN) didn't even realize she was playing with it until her mom drew her attention to it. "Yea," she agreed.

"If you ask me, I think he likes you, I've always thought that."

(YN) blushed. "Don't tell anyone, but I know he does."

"Because you like him too?" Her mom asked. (YN) nodded as they pulled into the driveway. "I'll keep it our little secret."

"So am I in trouble for getting detention?"

Her mom laughed lightly. "No, but don't let it happen again. If you want to yell at your brothers, wait until you're home."

"Will do," she nodded, a relieved smile crossing her face.

(YN) didn’t say anything to either of her brothers that night at dinner, eating quickly before running back up to her room. It still wasn’t fair that she got in trouble, or that Mikey could date whoever he wanted to and she couldn’t. She curled up in bed with her sketch book, and tried to let her frustrations come out through her pencil.

"Hey," she heard Mikey say from her doorway after a while.

"Go away," she muttered, not even looking up until something landed at the foot of the bed. It was her favorite candy bar.

"Sorry for being an ass," he said.

"Whatever," she said, grabbing the candy, but still not even looking his way.

"Did you hear what Frank did?"

"Gave you what you deserve," she replied.

"I guess you could say that, but we’re just looking out for you."

She glared at him. "I'm not that fragile Mikey! I can handle myself, now go away!"

“Sorry,” he muttered as he retreated back to his room next door.

(YN) got up and slammed her door and settled back onto her bed when there was another knock.

“Oh my god, leave me alone!” (YN) shouted, but the door opened anyway.

“Can we talk?” Gerard asked, peaking in.

“No! Go away!” She said getting up to push the door shut, but Gerard was stronger than her.

“I’m sorry! I was thinking about how you said you wanna help with the band, and I was wondering if you’d design our logo for us, and maybe like some shirts or something?”

(YN) stopped pushing on the door. “Wait, really?”

“Yea, like when we win this thing, we’re gonna need some merch to sell to help get our name out there, and posters for gigs, stuff like that,” Gerard shrugged.

“Yea, I guess I could try,” she nodded.

“And I know Mikey tried to apologize, but didn’t do a good job of it. We just didn’t want a guy like Adam to get a chance to do anything, because then people would start talking and-”

“Hang on,” (YN) cut him off. “This isn’t the Regency era, I don’t need my older brothers telling me who I can and cannot spend time with, out of fear that I’ll disgrace the family!”

“That’s not it! I just… I just feel like it’s my duty to protect you. You and Mikey both, but it’s different with you because you’re a girl and I’ve seen the way the guys look at you and I can imagine what they’re thinking and it’s gross and it makes me mad.”

(YN) sighed. "I just wish that if you felt like making a decision in my best interest, you’d actually ask me what I want first."

"Sorry," Gerard mumbled.

"Doesn't do much good now, but whatever," she shrugged.

Gerard stepped back from the door, and she shut it behind him. It didn't really matter, she had Frank, but it was the principle of the matter that still left her steaming.

Part 4

#frank iero x reader #frank iero fan fic #frank iero fan fiction #frank iero imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction

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jeonsblackgf-writes · 3 years

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CRUSHES AND DATES || 1 ||

summary: Jaewon has had a crush on Nia since 6th grade but is too afraid to speak up.

pairing: jung jaewon x black!OC

genre: fluff

word count: 2k

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Jaewon sighed as one of his friends and fellow classmates pressure him yet again to ask Nia, one of the prettiest girls in school, out on a date. Two reasons why he was scared... 1. She was insanely pretty. 2. She doesn't go out with just "anyone". She's only had one boyfriend and that was their freshmen year of high school....They're seniors now. Jaewon heard the guy cheated because she wouldn't have sex him or some shit like that.

He couldn't stop eyeing her. Everything about was beautiful. The way she laughed, smile and talked to people. Jaewon only had a few classes with her and only one of them he say directly beside her, and that was music class. Her voice was heavenly too. She sounded like an angel, even when she came to school sick that one time, she still sounded like the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. She's perfect in his eyes...which is exactly why he's scared, adding onto the more and more reasons.

Jaewon felt like he wasn't anything special. Yeah he had a few tattoos and a couple piercings but what else came after that? He was an anime freak, he was in the chess club in school and everyone called him weird because he was Valedictorian. He was an insane nerd and honors student, never went to a party, function, or anything that involved socializing.

"Kris, It's not that easy." Jaewon mumbled, nibbling on his half finished food. He watched from across the lunch room to see Nia laughing with her group of friends, some were nice some were mean as ever.

"You won't know until you try—Look, you're a good looking guy with a great personality, plus I heard from a little birdie that Nia's been checking you out for the past two weeks." Kris informed, patting Jaewon on the back, who started to choke on his bubble tea.

The subtle information have Jaewon a wee bit of confidence but still not enough to get up and ask her out on a date. So he just sat there, with his head resting in his hand as he watched the love of his life laugh it up with her friends, as he wished it were him making her smile.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the cafeteria, Nia and her friends laughed at a joke she told the small table, before the laughter died down and things got a little serious.

"So when you gonna stop being a pussy and go ask the nerd out?" One of her friends asked, nodding to Jaewon who subtly kept staring their way. Nia gave her friend a small smile and nodded her head.

"I don't know, I really like him, but you know I ain't been in a relationship in a lil minute." She explained, pushing her mushy food away. Her friend rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Why waste your time? He's been crushing on you since 6th fucking grade and we're in high school! He's a fucking wimp!" Another friend spoke up, annoyance etched in her voice.

"If you finna keep that nasty ass attitude you can get the fuck away from my table. Negative Nancy." Nia retorted, causing them friend to roll her eyes and keep her mouth shut, letting the other two continue their conversation.

It was no secret to her friends that Nia was head over heels for Jaewon, but it had only been known around the school for a week or two. She's been crushing on him since their junior year of high school when they had a music project together. She didn't get to see how much of a good person he really was but she saw some aspects of him and it was enough for her to take an interest in him.

"Girl. Shoot yo damn shot!" The encouraging friend exclaimed, as the hell rung. The small group gathered their things and headed to their next class. Nia was a little excited, because she had music after lunch and she sat right next to Jaewon.

Walking into class, Nia sat down in her seat and grabbed her notes from her last time in the class, going over them briefly before she felt a figured beside her. She turned around to see Jaewon shyly sitting down in his seat as he too pulled out his notebook. Nia looked at him for a few seconds before she decided to give small talk. The teacher was always 20-30 minutes late so they had time.

"Hey Jaewon." She spoke lowly, scooting her seat closer to him. He widened his eyes and looked around the classroom to make sure she was talking to him but the class was small and he was the only Jaewon around so ... She was.

"H-Hey Nia." He mumbled, tracing his tattoos, something he did when he got nervous. Nia immediately picked up on that.

"You don't have to be so nervous around me. I don't bite...hard." She smiled, leaning close to him. He yet again widened his eyes and nodded his head. His heart was beating fast as hell right now.

"I don't wanna be rude, but why are you talking to me?" He asked. This felt like some sort of sick joke, and he wasn't finding it funny.

"Because I like you..a lot." She responded boldly, deciding to just sit out her feelings.

Jaewon's heart rate increased with rapid speed. What she joking? This had to be a joke. The girls he's been pining after... for years, just told him that she likes him.

"W-what?" He asked, not knowing what to say. She laughed and gave his flushed cheek a kiss.

"You're adorable and an amazing person." She complimented, doodling on her paper.

"A-am I amazing enough for you to go on a date with me this weekend?" He asked, testing his luck. Friday was the perfect day for them to go on a date, they didn't have school because of teachers work day or some shit like that.

Nia smiled, and nodded her head, ignoring the fact that on the inside she was bursting with happiness and butterflies. Jaewon let out a breathe of relief before he nodded his head and smiled at her.

Soon the teacher came in and the two didn't bother to even pay attention, too focused on each other.

{after school}

"I did it!" Jaewon yelled, running into his friend, who stood beside his car waiting for him. Kris gave him a proud smile as his friend excitedly unlocked the car door and hopped in the drivers side.

"So you finally had the balls to ask her." Kris acknowledged, feeling like a proud father. Jaewon nodded his head and started the car, immediately pulling out the of the drive way and going to his house since it was closer.

"Well, she admitted to me that she liked me! Then that's when I asked her out! Then we exchanged numbers!" He replied, speeding down the road. Kris gave his friend a shocked expression but nodded his head in approval.

"See, you did all that procrastinating and self doubting yourself. Only to find out she likes you too. Match made in heaven. Black girl and asian guy BOOM!" Kris rambled, making his shy friend blush, as he pulled into the driveway.

The two got out of the car and walked to the door...well Kris walked to the door, Jaewon ran like his life depended on it. He hiked upstairs and hurriedly opened his MacBook. Soon Kris came in and plopped down on the bed, immediately taking a nap, not even caring that he wasn't in his room. Jaewon started to begin his homework until he had a sudden facetime call. His heart dropped at who was calling.

Nia💞💍 would like to facetime...

He pressed the green button and was welcomed with the beautiful face of the girl he’s been in love with for nearly his entire life. She gave him a smile.

"Hey, I was doing homework and I thought about you so I decided to call." She spoke, writing on what Jaewon guesses was paper. "I hope you don't mind,"

Jaewon shook his head and gave her a smile, "Oh no, not at all, I was just getting started on my homework."

The next few hours the two spoke over the phone, exchanging more laughs and smiles before it was eventually time for her to get off. Nia hung up the phone. Jaewon sighed lovingly and smiled...again.

{Friday}

When Friday rolled around, Jaewon felt knots in his stomach. The entire week of school he had been sitting with her at lunch, walking her to class, giving her subtle kisses on her cheek, and at home they stayed on the phone all night until they both saw each other's faces at school. Jaewon hadn't felt this happy in a long time, and he hoped it lasted forever.

"Jaewon pay attention to me." Nia whined as the two were cuddled up in lunch. She was almost sitting in his lap because of how close they were and both her legs were in between his.

Jaewon laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "You're really needy today."

"Ever since I've been seen with you, all these girls keep trying to talk to you. You're mine." She grumbled, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulling him into her chest. Jaewon sighed blissfully, he felt like he was in pure heaven right now.

She noticed a change in his appearance too. He changed his hairstyle a little bit. He started to wear short sleeves more. He was becoming more confident around her...and it scared her a little because with good looks and confidence, comes girls.

Jaewon was about to respond to what she said but a random female came up to him. He ignored her and continued to eat but Nia didn't, she mugged the girl as she sat directly in Jaewon's lap, slightly catching him off guard but went with it anyway and wrapped his arms around her waist as he continued to eat his food.

"Hey Jaewon, you busy today?" The girl asked, tilting her head at the handsome senior. He gave her a blank face and nodded his head, tightening his grip on Nia's waist.

Nia didn't say anything, she took off her earrings, then her necklace, then her jordans, then she tied her hair up in a lie pony tail. Jaewon widened his eyes and held onto her harder, already knowing what she was about to do.

"Bitch you better be glad he holding me down. Disrespectful hoe, you gone try to talk to him when you see me sitting in his lap? Get the fuck away from us before I fuck yo ass up." Nia growled. The girl rolled her eyes and walked away, mumbling whatever under her breathe. After the girl was far enough away she sighed and slumped in his lap.

"Nia I would never let a female get in between us. You can trust me," He reassured, resting his head on her shoulder, giving it a shirt kiss.

From around them, people were whispering and pointing but they paid no mind. The continued to be in their own world.

{Time skip after school cus i'm lazy}

"Where we going?" Nia asked as the two headed to Jaewon's car right after school. He gave her a smile and shook his head.

"It's a surprise."

Almost an four hours later, when Jae said their date was a surprise, Nia wasn't expecting them to be pulling into an abandoned house covered in graffiti. She didn't know where they were until realization struck her.

"Oh hell no I know damn well you didn't take me to the Yeongdeok Ghost House!" Nia exclaimed in horror.

"W-well yeah. I thought it'd be a cool first date." He spoke, suddenly becoming shy again. Nia sighed as she tried to sympathize with him.

"Can we get food after?" She asked, Jaewon smiled and nodded his head as they walked towards the entrance.

#jaewon #ambw fic #ambw imagines #ambw scenarios #ambw couple #ambw bwam #interracial #black reader #black!reader

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coffeecomicsgalore · 3 years

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Navigating the Chaos

Ao3

@adrinetteapril

Chapter 4: Best Friends

Marinette stood in front of her computer, waiting for the game screen to load completely. She could hear Chat stand behind her, completely unsure of what to do next.

“You can detransform, Adrien.” She muttered out without turning around. “My parents are already asleep.”

Marinette could hear Chat’s boot scuff against her floorboards, before uttering the words that would change him back to Adrien. Once the green glow vanished and she heard the nasally sound of a tiny god trail off, Marinette inhaled a deep breath before turning around and pursing her lips into a nervous smile. They stared at each other for a few moments.

“Hi.” She said, breaking the silence that started to overwhelm them.

“Hi.” Adrien said back, his voice slightly wavering.

“—I’m sorry—” Both quickly stated, before they each chuckled at their uncanny, in sync abilities.

“Why don’t we play?” Marinette offered him the gaming controller in hopes to ease themselves into the conversation. It was an olive branch in which Adrien happily took.

They sat down on her chairs, both coyly enamored by the screen. They played a round in silence, each looking towards the screen as they contemplated what to say next. Marinette was focused on her character when she heard Adrien clear his throat, but her eyes remained trained to the screen.

“I didn’t lie earlier,” Adrien began as he stared at the screen; his voice low, yet soft. Marinette stopped scrolling through the armor selection to hear what he had to say. “I’m happy that it’s you.”

She turned to face him, giving Adrien her undivided attention. “Me too.” Marinette cracked a small smile which caused Adrien to do the same. “It’s funny. I’ve always surrounded myself with my friends when it came to choosing temporary wielders. Guess I didn’t stray too far from that concept since one of my best friends has been by my side the entire time.”

Adrien ran his hand behind his neck, feeling both flustered and happy at the same time. “Yeah, guess our friendship was always meant to be, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah…” Marinette trailed off and looked to the side, a sad smile etched in her lips. “W-why did you run this morning?”

Adrien looked to the side, feeling slightly ashamed. “I was nervous. Seeing you as Ladybug is one thing. Seeing you as Marinette is another. But knowing you two are the same, really messed with my head. Not that it’s a bad thing! Just that… when you had to go after the fight, it gave me time to think about it. The adrenaline of the fight wore off and I was so excited to see you, but then I realized I didn’t know how to act now that I know, and I… kind of freaked out.”

Marinette let out a relieved sigh, feeling better about why he ran off.

“I’m glad you told me, minou. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was worried that you were disappointed and couldn’t face me anymore.”

The horrified look on Adrien’s face said it all. “No way, Marinette! You are absolutely amazing and I’m so glad that we go so much closer over the last month. I can’t even tell you how amazing you are. You just are!”

Marinette shook her head and laughed, enjoying the look of complete awe on Adrien’s face. “Tikki already told me the same thing. But don’t go ahead and think that I’m the only amazing one here! You are too, you know. You don’t give yourself enough credit with how incredible you are. I couldn’t be Ladybug without you, and quite frankly, I don’t want another Chat Noir, ever, to take his place.”

“So… are we okay?”

“Of course,” she replied, relieved. “Are we okay?”

“Definitely.” Adrien smiled back, finally feeling relieved that they could move past this. “So… what are we supposed to do next?”

Marinette furrowed her brow as she thought it over. “Well, we have to keep our dynamic the same. That much is obvious. Friendship between Adrien and Marinette; partnership between Ladybug and Chat Noir. I don’t see why that has to change now that we revealed our identities.”

Marinette looked towards the ceiling as she itched her cheek, missing the sad look on Adrien’s face. When she turned towards him, he hid his frown, giving her a grin in its place.

“Oh, I, uh… guess we can discuss more about patrols, plans, and everything else?” She shrugged her shoulders, looking towards their two sleeping kwamis that had cuddled together on Tikki’s makeshift bed of scraps. “I mean, it would be nice to talk to someone about this without having to keep it all hush hush. I’m tired of the secrets.”

Adrien nodded his head in contemplation. “Yeah, I could help relieve some of the stress you’re shouldering too. You don’t have to do this alone.”

“I will.” Marinette scrunched up her face in thought. Adrien tilted his head and nudged her shoulder to get her to say what was on her mind. When she looked away, he placed his hand on hers.

“You don’t have to be afraid to do this alone, Marinette. I’m here. We’re friends and partners. Lean on me so that I can help you.”

Marinette’s eyes turned towards him and she let out an exasperated groan. “Fine. I’ve been hiding the fact that we can’t use our temporary holders, even though I said we could, and have been figuring out which one of us could wield which extra miraculous if it’s needed.”

“Bug…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just… I just don’t want to hurt our friends. They’ve all been akumatized, each one more than once, and I just don’t want to put them in danger just like what happened during the Miracle Queen incident. They were all so good too. I hate that I can’t use them again—Alya, Nino, Max, Luka, Kagami, Kim… I just wish there was another way.”

“We could use others?” Adrien tried to encourage her with an option, but he frowned when she shook her head.

“I don’t want to risk anyone else.”

“But you’re willing to make yourself sick being overwhelmed than asking for new wielders?”

“I’m not making myself—”

“You fell asleep in the middle of class the other day, even after I visited you as Chat and helped you with your homework the night before.” Marinette tried to make herself smaller under his apprehensive gaze, and he continued when he made his point. “Let me guess… guardian work.”

“… yeah.”

“Alright then.” Adrien clapped when he thought of something that could help her. “I’ll come by every couple of days to go over superhero stuff. I rather do it here; plus, you have amazing pastries to keep us motivated—and I don’t want you fretting over any duties unless I’m around. We can make sure we dedicate this time to ‘Sunshine and Clumsy Girl Takes on Hawkbutt’,” Adrien punctuated the phrase with his arm stretched out in front of him, opening and closing his fist at each word.

Marinette to glare at him and he shrugged his shoulders as he continued. “And on top of that, you can teach me all the miraculous and how things work so I can be better equipped to help you.”

Marinette stared as Adrien reached over and grabbed a macaron, biting into it like he didn’t just solve a few of the many weights holding her down. She continued to think as he thought over her words, and she looked back over to her kwamis as the puzzle pieces fell into place.

“Okay.” She stated slowly, continuing to stare at Plagg and Tikki.

“Okay?” Adrien said, his voice hopeful.

“Okay. I won’t handle any duties without you present unless absolutely necessary. We work on things together, and I show you the works.” Adrien beamed and started to go through his character, hoping that Marinette would follow suit. “I said I can’t do this without you. I truly mean that.”

“Good.” Adrien smiled, reaching his closed fist towards her in their usual post-battle finish. Pound it?”

Marinette smiled as she reached her fist over, pressing her knuckles against his. “Pound it.”

#adrinetteapril2021 #adrinette #adrienette

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s-creations · 3 years

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In Sickness, In Health Chapter 5 - Broken Arm

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles Additional Tags: getting sick, being cared for, mental health, injury, sore throat, common cold, chicken pox, broken bones, whooping cough, taking care of others.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

Author’s Note: This chapter is self titled with what's about to happen. But please keep in mind this contains talk of broken bones. If I need to put further tags/warnings on this story, please let me know!

“Dewey, I’m serious, get down!” Huey frantically called.

“Sorry, can’t hear you. Too high up and doing amazing!” Dewey called back as he reached for the next level of branches.

“Dewey!”

“Let it go dude,” Louie commented as he scrolled through his phone. Leaning up against the same tree that Dewey was currently climbing. “You’re not getting him down from there. Just let nature take its course.”

While Huey glared at Louie, Dewey was continuing his trek up the tall tree. Humming his theme song (version 236) while he reached for another branch. His plan for the day was to reach the top of the tallest tree in the backyard so he could see across the bay. To hopefully see across it, maybe even see the entire world and what it had to offer. Maybe he could even find some place interesting enough to visit! Some place close!

Ah, he was so eager! He couldn’t wait to find out what the rest of the world looked like. Entire body shaking with eagerness, Dewey moved a bit too quickly...

He lost his footing first. Webbed foot slipped and Dewey quickly reached out to try and grab something for support. Only for his hand to grab at air. The branch just a bit too far out of reach.

It was as if time stood still for a moment. Dewey got a brief thought of ‘Huh...maybe this wasn’t the best idea.’ before he began to properly fall. It was strangely exhilarating to hear the wind rushing around him. Sort of like flying. Except the opposite. Because he was, in fact, falling. So this was worse.

Dewey hit the ground hard, Huey shrieking while Louie let out a cry of ‘Holy Cow!’ as they rushed over. The triplet dressed in blue sat up slowly. Looking around, dazed, but otherwise felt fine.

“What were you thinking! You could have been killed!” Huey huffed. Fear being replaced by anger as he glared down at his brother.

“I was thinking how cool it would be to see the view from the top of that tree. But I guess it wasn’t meant to be for the moment. Oh well, I’ll try again tomorrow-”

Dewey let out a yelp of pain when he tried to put weight on his arm. Pain shooting through it, the duckling swearing he was about to pass out from it. Taking a deep breath to keep himself awake, Dewey looked down at said arm. Which was clearly broken. Sticking out at a weird angle, but nothing else seemed ‘wrong’.

“I broke my arm.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s broken. Check it.” Dewey casually commented holding up the mentioned limb. Louie looked close to vomiting while Huey turned very pale.

“Oh… Okay. Um, Louie, can you get Uncle Donald?” The youngest triplet nodded and dashed back towards the house, happy to not see the arm. Huey, on his part, bent down to examine the damage as best he could. “Ah...so… I don’t think I’m supposed to touch it. But it looks so bad!”

“Dude, it doesn’t hurt. Just breathe and leave it alone.” Truth be told, Dewey wasn’t really sure why he wasn’t panicking. Maybe it was because everyone else was already freaking out. But, it was probably the fact that, since it didn’t hurt, Dewey wasn’t too worried.

“Dewey!”

Ah, someone else to worry about him.

“Hi Uncle Donald!” Dewey beamed while being faced with a panicked duck.

Donald looked prepared to start pulling out his feathers in panic. “Okay, okay, Dewey, how are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, all things considered.”

“Okay, can you walk? We need to get you to the car.”

“Sure...I’ll just need help getting up.”

Dewey was more than patient as the rest of the family rushed around him. Helping him into the car, getting the seatbelt on, making sure he was okay before they set off. A quick trip to the emergency room later and Dewey now had a sweet cast and a story to share with his other two uncles.

“This is so cool! Benny had one of his arms in a cast too and he got people to sign it. Do you think I could do that too?” Dewey looked up at Donald, freehand knocking on the hardened plaster.

“Of course. You can start carrying some sharpies when you’re at school. Just as long as you don't make everything messy and you don’t distract the class.” Donald commented, finally relaxed now that everything was taken care of.

At first, Dewey was honestly thrilled to have his cast. It was like getting a fancy new piece of armor in a video game. Wanting to constantly show it off. Happily retelling his adventure with so much gusto to whomever would hear him. It was great.

Until it wasn’t.

The first issue was how uncomfortable the cast was becoming. It was heavy and clunky. He couldn’t sleep because the cast was just dead weight. His arm started becoming both itchy and sweaty. Hot and bothersome with no solution as to how it was supposed to be fixed.

The second issue was that there was no one else to tell the story to. All his classmates knew. All his neighbors knew. And, even if his uncles would listen to him, Dewey knew they were becoming bored by the story. The once great armor was now dragging him down.

The last issue was that he couldn’t do anything. Uncle Donald made it clear that Dewey wasn’t going to do anything with the cast on. Not that the duckling paid that warning too much attention. Until he realized that the cast was preventing Dewey from, quite literally, doing anything. He couldn’t grab anything. Couldn’t put pressure on it in any way. Hold anything. It was basically a useless arm.

“At least you have some time to work on your homework.” Huey offered weakly. Which was only met with an unamused glare.

Dewey was becoming so bored.

He was currently situated on the sofa during one afternoon. Eyes barely open, barely focused, as he ‘watched’ the television. Dewey wasn’t fully taken in what he was looking at. He was also pretty sure there was a string of drool sliding out from the side of his mouth.

“Well, don’t you look charming.”

Dewey merely rolled his head to the side to look over towards Donald. “Hello…”

“Hello to you too.” The older duck walked over, claiming an empty seat next to the blue dressed triplet. “I see you’ve moved your pity party from the bedroom to the living room.”

“Not pity.” Dewey weakly argued back.

“No? Then what are you doing?”

“Bored?”

“Ah, I see. Nothing like being sad for yourself.”

“There’s nothing I can to with my stupid arm is it’s stupid cast.” Dewey huffed weakly.

“You’ve done nothing but watch t.v. since you’ve gotten that cast. Why don’t you try doing something new?”

“Broken arm, can’t do anything.”

Donald rolled his eyes. “You’re not in a full body cast, you can still move. And your dominant hand is still ‘free’. I don’t mean trying to climb something new. Why not find a new hobby? Read a book, go take a walk, something.”

“All sounds boring.”

Letting out a slow breath, Donald took a new approach. “Well, I have something you might be interested in.”

“Doubt it.” Even with a heavy sigh of boredom, Dewey still followed his uncle.

They entered a small side room at the back of the house. One filled with mainly boxes and other unneeded odds and ends. They passed the stacked boxes, going towards the sole window. Where an artist easel had been set up. Paints and other tools cluttering a small rolling cart that had been pushed against the wall.

“What is this?” Dewey asked as he looked over the pile of paint tubes.

“My get away, if you will. When I want a break from everything, I come here and just paint. Just...put on some music and paint.”

“I’ve never seen you paint before…”

“Well, I did just start,” Donald commented, taking a seat in front of the easel. “I was told it would help me relax.”

“So, are you telling me to start painting?” Dewey asked.

“Sort of.” Reaching into a large bag that was propped up against the wall as well, Donald pulled out two items. A small sketchbook and a mechanical pencil. “You have an active imagination. Why don’t you try giving your words some pictures?”

Dewey was skeptical at first. When starting, it was frustrating. Nothing was looking right and it was maddening to try and figure out what something was supposed to look like. Seeing it in his head to transfer it onto paper was difficult.

Tio José swooped in to save the day. When Dewey crumpled up another failure. The parrot was more than happy to give his expertise on how to start off a drawing. Getting the basic shapes, proportions, how to look at the whole and the parts of an object, how drawing from real life can help draw from the imagination. After that, there was no stopping him.

Even with the cast on, it didn’t stop him. If anything Dewey started using it as a weight to keep the loose paper still. The rest of the recovery melted away. The blue cladded duckling happily returned to school with a fully healed arm and a number of handcrafted books to share.

#donald duck #josé carioca #panchito pistoles #jose carioca/donald duck/panchito pistoles #The Three Caballeros #the three gay caballeros #s-creations #fanfiction

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Freak Du Chic Gooliope Jellington Diary

5, April

“Family Night” at Freak du Chic is always a little bittersweet for me. On the one claw it’s a joy to sometimes see three or four generations of a family sitting together and enjoying the show, but on the other I know that it is something I will probably never experience. Of course, I never say anything to any of the other performers because I know it would hurt their feelings. In fact, just tonight I heard Jitterwing say to one of the customers, “Oh, that’s Gooliope. She’s the Ringmaster’s daughter, but every monster on the midway claims her as their own.” When I heard that it made me feel I was being ungrateful for the unlife I have, but when the show closed and everything was quiet and still, I came back to my tent and opened my trunk. There, inside the glass jar that was my first “crib” is a well-worn note. I always expect it to say something different, to mysteriously change and tell me something it didn’t before, but it never does. On one side is typed:

Experiment 816 Batch 8708

And on the other side is:

To Whom It May Concern: A cold, sterile world is no place to raise a little goo. I can give her everything, except a community where the only thing about her that will ever be measured is the size of her heart. I know that you can give her the unlife I cannot. Sincerely, R.S.

One day maybe I will find R.S., or maybe R.S. will come and find me. Until then then note goes back into the jar, the jar goes back in the trunk, and I will try to go to sleep, for tomorrow everything must be broken down and packed to move. Then it’s on to the next location with my family.

9, April

I have heard that when unlife gets creepy crazy, some monsters threaten to “run away and join the circus.” I think if they knew what unlife in the circus was really like they would threaten to “run away and join a team of dragon dentists” or something equally eventful. I guess I don’t blame them, though; the Freak du Chic really is quite magical when there are daring acts under the big top and the midway is hopping; when the cadence calls of the pitch monsters ring and the deadlicious smells of scarnival treats rill the air. Then there’s the excitement of travel. Moving from town to town, seeing new scenery and constantly meeting new monsters does have an adventurous mystique about it. But... it takes hours and hours of practice to make those daring acts look flawless, and our audiences never see the bumps, bruises and sprains that come before the perfection. Yes, scarnival food is indeed clawesome, but there are only so many fried cheese stuffed pies on a stick you can eat before all you really want is an apple. Traveling can be exciting, if you can actually stay awake long enough to see the scenery between stops. I mean, after we’ve finished packing tents and wagons and rides and concessions, and everything else that makes the Freak du Chic what is is, being able to sleep is a real treat. In fact, I think I’ll treat myself now before we get to the next location and the magic and adventure start all over again.

12, April

Today the show was “dark,” so some of the crew went into the local town to get some supplies. They asked me if I wanted to go, but I said I had homework to catch up on so I couldn’t. When I was just a little goo I loved making those trips into town, but I wasn’t very little for very long, and now that I’m 15 feet 2 inches tall it’s impossible to be inconspicuous. It was scary sweet of them to ask, but I really never feel comfortable away from the scarnival. I guess I don’t mind so much when monsters stare at me during the shows because that’s part of the reason they come to Freak du Chic. Here, I’m a performer; out there I’m an oddity.

18, April

Today is my birthday and no one acknowledged it. I spent the whole day trying to convince myself that it was okay that no one remembered, but I wasn’t doing a very good job of it. I just kept thinking that somebody would SAY SOMETHING, and when no one did I went back to my tent and threw myself a pity party. It was a good one, too, complete with “no one loves me” and “who needs a stupid 16th birthday anyway?” I was even getting ready to unwrap “if they don’t appreciate me here I’ll just go find someplace where they do” when the FDC emergency siren went off. It didn’t take me long to forget about myself, because that alarm is only sounded when every monster’s help is needed. I ran as fast as I could to the place where we were all supposed to gather in an emergency, but when I got there no one else was around. Then the lights went out and I was like, “What’s going on?” That’s when I noticed candles coming towards me through the darkness. The candles, of course, were on a ginormous birthday cake. As it got closer I could see that Dad and Mom were carrying the cake, and behind them came everyone else, and they began to sing “Happy Birthday.” I was so surprised that I almost started crying. Dad and Mom said, “You didn’t think we forgot your birthday, did you?” I had to admit maybe just a little bit. I got some scary cool presents, too! The scarousel monster gave me a killer pair of shoes with horses for heels and a callope hair comb. The tent monster and seamstress used canvas and sillk to create a beautiful dress and epaulettes just my size. The wagon monster and blacksmith gave me earrings made from wheels. The clowns got me two ginormous jars of my favorite gummy candy. Actually, only one of the jars had candy; the other was a trick jar that shot out spring-loaded bats. Clowns. Finally, Dad and Mom gave me a necklace with an 816 pendant. Then I really did choke up. They are the best parents any goo ever had, and I’m so grateful to be a part of this family. It was the BEAST. BIRTHDAY. EVER.

1, May

Dad has a big map of the wall of his ringmaster’s trailer. He uses different colored pins to show where we’re going, where we’ve been, and even a color for places on his “casket list.” This year he was able to change one of those out for a “place we’re going” pin. The place is Monster High. Dad said he’d always wanted to take the show there, but the schedule could never be worked out. This year one of the towns where we usually play canceled because a giant sinkhole opened up under their scare grounds, so now we’re going to Monster High! Dad says we’ll be there for two weeks, and he thinks that we should make enough money to repair and upgrade a lot of our equipment during the off-season. I really hope that it turns out like he hopes because I know he’s been worried lately, although he would never admit it.

10, May

When it comes to working around here, there really can’t be any dead weight; because if one monster doesn’t do their job it means someone else has to work twice as hard to pick up the slack. That’s never been a problem with our crew. In fact, most of the time whenever someone finishes the work they’re supposed to do, they go and find someone else to help. So when monsters started coming down with the boo flu we all just did what was natural. Even so, we were down to a skeleton crew when we put up the tents this morning. After that they all pretty much crashed. This is the first time we’ll be performing at Monster High and it’s a big show for us, especially since it’s the last one before we take a break for the year. I guess I should be thankful I was born in a lab, because I never get sick and I’ve been able to help take care of everyone. Only... I’m starting to worry that without some help the show might not groan on. So I’ve made up my mind that in the morning I am going to go find some help. The very thought of it makes my entire body feel wobbly, but there are monsters that I love who are counting on me and I will not let my family down.

#monster high #monster high diary #freak du chic #gooliope jellington

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Ask meme: Angst 25, but with a happy ending?

25. “You can’t just leave like this.”

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“You can’t just leave like this.”

“I can’t just stay!”

Stiles stepped back, heart lodging in his throat. The loft was dark and silent and Stiles had thought— he’d thought— that they’d finally gotten over this rift. The rift. This freaking line between them that separated friend from enemy, and anything from ever being more than that.

But then again, Stiles had thought they could’ve been somewhere in between. Or somewhere so far beyond in between. Somewhere that made sense even though nothing about them had made sense for a long time.

But now he looked at Derek with a bag in hand, the man’s eyes the vibrant shade of blue, and his heart just hurt. Derek wasn’t half shifted, but he might as well have taken out the claws and fangs. Because Stiles felt like he was talking to an animal. He swallowed hard, trying to draw himself up even more, but he was pretty sure he failed terribly.

“You can’t just leave like this, Derek. You can’t do that.”

“I have to go, Stiles.”

“No, asshole! You can’t just leave, Derek!”

The man set his jaw, eyes flashing blue again. His grip was white-knuckled around his bag and there was no emotion in his eyes. No sympathy, no regret. Not even mild distaste or hatred, which Stiles thought would have made this so much easier.

But nothing about this was easy; and maybe that was the beauty of it. Nothing about them had ever been easy.

“You can’t leave me, Derek,” Stiles said, voice shaking. “Not again.”

“I have to. And I shouldn’t have come back.”

Stiles’s heart snapped.

One month and twenty-three days. Stiles would like to say he’d counted all the days since Derek Hale had returned to Beacon Hills. And there weren’t that many. There weren’t enough. The man had come back to watch the rest of the pack graduate and while Stiles had expected to spend the rest of his summer at Derek’s side, he was now faced with the painful realization of that was all a lie.

Derek was a lie. A fucking lie.

“You shouldn’t have come back?” Stiles asked, voice shaking. “Or you shouldn’t have come back for me?”

“I didn’t come back for—”

“Don’t say that, Derek! I didn’t ask you to come through my window a month ago! I didn’t ask you to come to me! You could have gone anywhere else. Scott’s house, Peter’s apartment. But you came to my place. My room. Just like before.”

“And it was a mistake.”

Stiles lifted his jaw. “All of it?”

He saw the man’s eyes flicker again and Stiles knew he’d hit a nerve. But he would hit them over and over again if it made the man feel something. If it made Derek do anything other than look at him with a blank expression like it wasn’t Stiles in his loft. Like Stiles was a stranger. Like he didn’t matter.

“All of it, Derek?”

“You need to leave.”

“No, asshole, because if I turn away now then you’ll be gone by morning! And what am I supposed to do then, huh? Go back to watching Scott and his pack from the sidelines? Try to pretend like I’m college searching when really I’m just panicking about ever leaving my dad alone in Beacon Hills?”

Derek’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Stiles took a step forward and the man took two back. And Stiles felt sick. Because that’s what they did, wasn’t it? Took one step forward and two steps back.

Over and over again.

Stiles finally faltered. “Derek—”

“Go home, Stiles.”

“I swear to god, I hate you.”

The man didn’t even flinch. Stiles hated him even more for that; and he wasn’t even sure if his heart had skipped a beat. Saying something like that… who did it make this easier on? Maybe Derek could leave without looking back. Maybe Stiles could pretend like it was true.

Even if they both knew it wasn’t.

“Was it all a mistake then, Derek? When you kissed me? Was that a mistake too?”

Derek’s right eye twitched. Stiles took another step forward and this time, the man didn’t move. Stiles faintly realized he was trembling. When that had started, he didn’t even know, but he didn’t think he’d be stopping any time soon.

“How about this, Derek. When you fucked me, was that a mistake?”

“Stiles—”

“No, Derek! No!”

Stiles was trembling all over now. From his fingers to his hands. His heart thudded against his chest and he felt like he’d been dunked in cold water.

Some part of his brain tried to say he should have expected this. He should have expected Derek to leave. The man had been quiet and twitchy the past few days and Stiles felt it like a coming storm. There were no more smiles. No more secret touches or comforting kisses as the sun set.

Derek still slept in his bed but his back was to where Stiles laid. And when Stiles looked at him, there was a look in the man’s eyes that was something only akin to regret. But he still scrabbled for purchase. Stiles still tried to find something, anything, to make the man stay.

Was he not enough?

So for the third time that night, Stiles said; “You can’t just leave like this.”

“I can’t just stay.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not right. You’re not right.”

“Just me?”

One month and twenty-three days. That’s how long Stiles had thought he was winning. That maybe, maybe, something in this Hellmouth of a town could work out for him. Stiles had watched his friends die, his loved ones get hurt, and sometimes, he’d been on the wrong side of the trigger. He’d abandoned any fantasies of being an innocent sixteen-year-old long after Scott had gotten bitten in the woods. But he’d hoped. Stiles had dared have hope.

One month and twenty-three days. That’s how long Stiles had thought he could survive this.

He didn’t think he would survive Derek leaving again.

“I’m not wrong.”

“All of this is wrong.”

“Fucking hell, Derek, of course, it is! This is werewolves and the supernatural we’re talking about! I’ve spent more time trying not to die then I have doing homework or studying for the SATs! Nothing about this is right. But I’m not a thing, Derek. I’m not whatever the hell is wrong with Beacon Hills.”

Derek looked at him for a long moment. At some point, he’d dropped his bag. Now his arms were folded over his chest as if that would serve as a shield. Keeping a good three inches between him and Stiles, no matter how close Stiles got. There was always something between them.

Stiles hated it.

He reached out carefully, taking Derek’s hand and turning it over. The man didn’t move, didn’t react, but Stiles didn’t care. He placed three fingers against Derek’s pulse point and raised his eyes again, searching his face.

“Say you want me gone.”

Derek didn’t say a word. His expression betrayed nothing.

“Dammit, Derek, say you want me gone and I’ll leave! Just say it, you coward!”

“I want you to leave.”

His heartbeat didn’t skip. Stiles felt his own plunge and maybe, maybe, his legs could give out here. If he fell, would Derek even catch him? They’d always caught each other before, but… but one step forward and two steps back. And there were still two steps to go.

Stiles swallowed hard. “Am I really wrong?”

“Go.”

Stiles clenched his jaw and breathed out. Once, twice. There were a million different things he could do. Refuse. Go back on his word. Hell, he could punch the man. Stiles figured he could get in one or two good blows before Derek ripped his throat out.

There were a million different things he could do. But apparently Stiles wasn’t above begging.

“I love you.”

Did that count as begging? Some part of him thought so.

“Fuck, Derek, I love you.”

Maybe that would get his throat ripped out. Might as well be that instead of his heart. Here stands Stiles Stilinski; died of a literal broken heart. Proclaiming his feelings to the most emotionally constipated werewolf to ever walk the earth.

How fucking romantic.

“Why?”

Backtrack a few steps.

Why. Why? Why did he love an idiot? Why did he decide to fall head over heels for a man with red eyes, blue eyes, gold eyes— what the hell color even were they? Stiles had waited an entire year for Derek to come back and he cameback. He came back with a soft expression, arms that held Stiles tightly during the night, and whispered words that made his heart beat one more time than necessary.

But why? Why?

“Stiles—”

“Do you love me?”

Derek’s mouth snapped closed. His eyes flashed. Stiles took an unsteady breath and raised his jaw, searching Derek’s face.

“Do you love me too?”

“You don’t want me to answer that.”

“Because it’s a no?”

“Stiles—”

“Or because it’s a yes and you’re such a goddamn coward—”

“Because everyone I love gets hurt!”

This time it was Stiles’s turn to snap his mouth closed. He straightened, looking at Derek for a long moment, and the man looked wrecked. There were a million masks to Derek Hale, Stiles thought. Even in sleep, he’d never seen this one before. Derek could close his eyes, surrender himself to the world, and Stiles was pretty sure he’d only seen this look once before.

Years ago, when Derek Hale was dying.

But he was supposed to have come back evolved. None of this felt like evolution.

“Right now, Derek, you’re the only one hurting me.”

Stiles had been determined to strike a nerve earlier. This time, he was pretty sure he’d done something so much worse. And he didn’t feel any sort of triumph when Derek finally showed him everything and Stiles just felt sick.

One step forward, two steps back.

“I’m sorry.”

Was that moving or staying still?

“I’m sorry,” Derek said again. “I don’t— I didn’t— I’m sorry.”

“For loving or for hurting me?”

Derek looked at him, long and silent. Stiles swallowed hard, feeling his eyes burn.

“For loving or hurting me, Derek?”

“For ever leaving you in the first place.”

Stiles’s breaths stalled. And how long ago had that been? A year and twenty-three days. When Stiles had come by to find the loft empty with no note. He’d never said he loved the asshole then. They’d never shared quiet touches in the dark. There had been nothing keeping Derek around in the first place. No reason for Stiles to be mad.

It had still hurt like hell.

“And what about now?”

“What about now?”

“Are you going to leave me all over again?”

Derek closed his eyes, shivering. Stiles hated how tight his throat fell. Derek could probably answer any single way and Stiles would shatter into a million pieces. All that matter now was how he got put back together.

With careful touches, Stiles unfolded Derek’s arm from his chest. He thought it was a little like taking down the man’s walls. Stiles had tried to do that so many times in the past. Every time he fixed one thing; a grunt, a glare, Stiles had felt like he was winning.

He unfolded Derek’s arms and moved them around his waist. Stepped forward and buried his face in Derek’s neck, just like before.

“Don’t leave, Derek.”

The man shuddered against him. Stiles closed his eyes too, gripping handfuls of the man’s shirt. One step forward, two steps back. Stiles fucking hated that. But he’d do anything to fix it.

Maybe it just started with standing still.

“Don’t leave.”

One step forward, two steps back.

One step forward, two steps-

“Okay.”

Stiles shivered, Derek held him tight, and they just stood there. Surrounded by the darkness and the silence. A forgotten bag sitting on the floor next to Derek’s foot. One month and twenty-three days.

They stood there until it became twenty-four.

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So much angst, oh my goodness. I know I dubbed 2 am ‘angst hours’ but dang, brain. What the heck is going on this morning? (also, I had fun with this prompt! Thank you so much, nonnie <3)

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#teen wolf #sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #prompts #all the angst with a happy ending #rated: teen #ficlet

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doctor243 · 4 years

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf Chapter 7

Summary: 5 times MJ says ‘I love you’ and 1 time Peter says it back.

Characters: Michelle Jones, Peter Parker

AO3

The blaring of an alarm clock and a pounding headache woke MJ up from a restless sleep. Some weird dream involving marshmallows, tea and a spatula. She slapped a hand on the ‘off’ button and curled deeper into her blankets. But her blankets were too hot; in fact, her entire body seemed too hot. Was she getting sick? She tried clearing her throat but stopped when she realised how dry it was. Yep, she was definitely down with the cold. But the cold had never stopped Michelle Jones from getting to school before, and today wouldn’t be the first. Sliding her blanket off and gingerly placing her feet on the floor, MJ stood up and promptly collapsed.

Okay, maybe today would be the first day after all. No biggie, everyone had sick days. In fact, Peter had sick days where he wasn’t even sick, probably out webbing the world together.

She slid back into bed, making sure to text her Mum that she was calling in sick today, before slipping into much welcomed sleep. Yet it felt like she’d only gotten a second of sleep before she woke up to a thump. Slowly rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she forced a peak over the edge of the bed to find her phone on the floor. Vibrating. Picking it up, she gritted her teeth. Peter Parker. 23 Missed Calls. 317 Text Messages. Had her phone vibrated so much that it fell off her night stand? She was going to throttle the little twerp. Or punch him. In the mouth. With her mouth. Softly.

What time was it even? Looking at the clock, she grit her teeth in frustration. 2 in the afternoon. How did so much sleep feel like so little?

‘MJ where are you?’

‘MJ are you coming to school’

‘MJ it’s second period.’

‘MJ answer me I’m panicking.’

She sighed fondly at her phone, and had just enough energy to type ‘I’m alright, Loser, just sick’ before slipping back into slumber.

::::

‘Who the fuck,’ she thought with a grumble as she wrapped the blankets around her shoulders and begrudgingly trudged to the door, from which a relentless pounding was emanating. ‘I swear if it’s anyone other than Peter freaking Parker, I’m going to commit homicide. And if it is him-’

“Um…hey, it’s Peter Parker.” A hesitant voice called out from behind her front door.

‘-I’m gonna commit suicide.’ Mustering her most annoyed face, she opened a crack in the door and peaked out.

“How’d you know where I live?” She glared.

It seemed to work, as his frame visibly shrank.

“Um…I’m Spider-man?”

She narrowed her eyes further. This was too easy and too much fun.

“And you use your genetically enhanced abilities and multi-million-dollar suit to stalk me?”

“What?? No!” Liar.

“Geez relax, I was kidding,” she sniffed, pulling back and opening the door for him to enter. His eyes immediately started to shine like stars and she had to hold her smile back. “What’d you come here for anyways?”

“I got some tea for you,” he gulped, reaching into his backpack for a package of tea leaves that he’d probably swung an hour south for. “After I heard you were sick I-”

“You mean after I texted you,” she interrupted, staring at him straight in the eyes.

“Ok, yeah after you texted m-”

“After you bombed my phone with 23 calls and 317 texts.” Her gaze was unwavering. This was definitely too easy.

“I was worried!” He argued. “I’ve never seen you miss school and-”

“While I was asleep.” She could see his cheeks flush as his eyes darted around, looking at anything but her face. Why do you have to be so delightfully adorable when you’re nervous, Peter Parker?

She watched the clogs in his brain work furiously to find an exit from this predicament while she inwardly chuckled. Finally, he gingerly offered the bag of tea to her, smiling shyly. “I got you a book too,” he tried.

She counted to 15, and savoured the look of his conviction slowly diminishing before she rolled her eyes, sighed and let him in.

“What book is it?” She asked, bolting the door and shuffling to the couch – dear God her head was still hurting – and snatched the tea from his outstretched hand.

“Oh it was this tea book that the lady at the store recommended,” he fumbled and pulled it out. “It was on sale and it’s where I knew what tea to buy for a cold. Also the authors name is Mary Jane, but that’s also MJ, so I-” oh dear Peter Parker you wonderful idiot.

“That’s my book.”

“Um, I know,” Peter replied, raising an eyebrow questioningly. “I’m giving it to you.”

“No,” you idiot. She took a breath. “I wrote that book.” At his bewildered silence, she rolled her eyes. “I’m Mary Jane, okay? I couldn’t very put Michelle Jones as the author of a tea book, or everyone’s gonna think it’s a detective novel.”

Silence. It was deafening, and Michelle struggled not to break it. Now her cover was definitely ruined. He was definitely going to laugh and her reputation as the resident hard-ass and–

“You wrote a tea book??” Peter finally squeaked.

“Wow, that’s your takeaway from this?” She rolled her eyes.

“And it’s a bestseller!”

“I’m well aware, thank you very much.”

“Can I have an autograph?”

MJ froze. “Excuse me?” Her hope that he was joking turned to ash when she turned and saw his bright eyes sparkling again. Even glaring at him didn’t work – possibly because of her state of health.

“I mean,” oh Peter. “I’m sure if you’ve written one bestseller you’re gonna write many more in the future,” you magnificent loser. “And since you wrote the book I’m not gonna give it to you, and if I had an autograph I could brag that I was the first to get it.” No human being has the right to be that cute. Go reflect on your actions, Spider-man.

Count to ten, she counselled herself. Fill the kettle. Put it on the stove and turn it on. Grab a sharpie. Count to ten again before you say something you regret.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she muttered. Well fuck you too, brain.

“Wha-what?” He seemed to choke on the frog in his mouth. Ah fuck he heard me.

“I said, ‘you’re lucky I love the tea.’ Now gimme the book.” She replied without missing a beat. As impulsive as her brain had been recently, it had not slowed down any. It might have been increasingly active, if anything. She’d have to mentally prepare herself for these sort of situations when he’d left. But how was one supposed to be prepared for Peter Blessed Parker?

“Ri-right,” he handed her the book, but his mind seemed a million miles away. This was bad. Did she break him?

“You’re such a Loser,” She signed hastily.

“Here you go, Loser,” she grumbled.

“Thanks,” he smiled, returning to Earth. Was that fondness in his smile? He stared at it for a minute before blinking. “Oh yeah I’ve got some homework for you from Chem and some class notes from History today.” He pulled the respective worksheets from his bag as he stuffed the tea book back in. “Ned says hi, but he couldn’t come cuz he has to help his mum cook.”

“Hmm,” She hummed. She took the stuff from him before plopping on the couch and studying them intently. Or she tried. Even as she glared at the words on her paper, the only space left in her brain from her headache were occupied by the adorable Spiderling sitting across from her.

“Anyways I’d love to stay and try the tea but I really gotta go,” Peter spoke up, getting up. “Cuz I gotta get some web hours in before dinner tonight.”

“Oh um, ok,” MJ looked up, trying her hardest not to seem disappointed, before something struck her as unacceptable. “Hold up, did you really just say ‘web hours’?”

“Yep see you get well soon bye!!” He chirped and closed the front door behind him, leaving a stunned MJ with a stack of papers in her left hand and a cup of tea in her right. She couldn’t go back to sleep.

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trashinaglass-archive · 5 years

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I Do

Tom and y/n’s wedding

Request: Remember that wedding dress imagine? Can u plz do 1 where its the day! & hes panicking & hes a nervous wreck but its time to walk down the isle & Tom cant help but tear up & smile at her. Then at the reception Haz & the Holland boys give their speeches & it makes u cry haz says something like "I knew u were special from the day I met u." & "I love u like a sister & best friend& some funny & cute memories like baking late at night waking tom up & how excited T was when he told him about her

A/n: This came out pretty long so to cut it a bit shorter I excluded the walking down the isle. Hope that’s chill.

“What if she’s changed her mind? What if she doesn’t want to marry me?” Tom began to freak out. Dominic was trying to coax him into his suit, but he was too fidgety, not able to stay in one place for too long- much less put on a presentable outfit.

“Tom, it’s going to be okay,” he tried to assure him. “Everyone gets nervous on their wedding day- it’s normal.”

“But we aren’t normal. Everything about our relationship is different, so what if this is different too?”

Dom sighed, trying to think of what else he could say to help calm Tom when he heard a knock at the door. Tom’s face fell as he thought his worst fears were coming true when he saw his mothers face.

“What’s happening?” He asked fearfully.

“Nothing, don’t worry. I just need to speak with your father.” She gestured her head, silently telling Dom to step outside, closing the door behind him.

“He is freaking out,” he told his wife.

“Y/n too. I told her she should talk to him- they can calm each other down- but she’s adamant that he can’t see her yet.”

“So what do we do?” Dom asked, awaiting her wise opinion. She looked in thought for a second before her eyes widened.

“I have an idea.” She told Dom of a picture she saw on the internet that would be the perfect solution. They each went their separate ways to make it happen.

. . .

The boys watched as Dom wrapped his tie around Tom’s eyes, guiding him to stand outside.

“Are you sure this is to help me?” Tom asked. “I feel quite vulnerable right now.” He was quick to cover his crotch, knowing how his friends were. The boys chuckled seeing his posture.

“That’s the idea,” Sam answered, watching as Dom moved away to knock on the door. Nikki pokes her head out making sure Tom’s eye were covered before gesturing for you to come out. Tears pooled in your eyes as you saw your lovely fiancé standing there.

You made your way to him, standing in front of him and taking his hands in yours. He let out a verbal sigh as he felt the familiar touch of your skin against his.

“Tommy,” you breathed out softly, feeling as relieved as he sounded. You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closing as you felt the calm overcome your once anxious body. “I was really nervous.”

“Me too, love,” he chuckled. “It seems foolish now that you’re here, holding my hand. I had no reason to worry.”

“So we’re good?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” he smiled.

“I don’t think it’s time for that just yet,” you teased. “See at the altar.”

“I know you’ll look beautiful,” he said thoughtfully, sounding as if he was speaking to himself. “I can’t wait to see your dress- Mum wouldn’t shut up about it.”

You giggled at his words, but it was cut short by Nikki reminding both of you that you still needed to get ready.

“Right, let me go so I can get my makeup done,” he joked. Your face scrunched up as he planted a soft kiss to your eye. “That was meant to be your forehead. Just don’t tell anyone.”

You laughed at him. “I love you,” you told him, kissing his cheek before walking away- your hands staying connected until you couldn’t reach anymore. Feeling your fingertips brush as your hand fell, walking back to your room to finish getting ready.

“Thanks for that, dad,” Tom said, smiling as he waited for someone to take the blindfold off, unsure if you were gone or not.

“Yeah, and thanks for this,” Harry said with a laugh as he chucked the water bottle he’d been sipping from at Tom, hoping to hit him in the balls, but missing by an inch.

“You bitch! I need that for later,” Tom yelped, covering his crotch yet again. Dom rolling his eyes at the boys he raised.

“You lot are idiots,” he chuckled.

. . .

“Friends and family, I’m proud to present, for the very first time, Mr and Mrs Thomas Holland!” Your wedding planner announced over the microphone. Everyone clapped, cheering as you and Tom made your entrance, walking in hand in hand.

Your smile really made your jaw ache, but you couldn’t help it. Tonight really was such an amazing event. You sat at the tables to find two plates of food already prepared for you. As everyone sat at their tables eating, the sound of a fork hitting a glass caught everyone’s attention. Harrison standing up with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Well first off, if anyone doesn’t know me, I’m Harrison. Best mate to these two love doves up here. I wanted to make a quick speech, if it’s okay with everyone else.

“I kind of grew up with Tom- we were best mates at school and have been basically inseparable ever since. I used to joke that he’d never find a girl because he was so fucking weird. But then he found you, y/n. I remember him coming to my house one day, he was all giddy. Like a child on Christmas morning. He kept rambling about some shit that I couldn’t keep up with, and then he said her name.”

“This is so cheesy,” Tom grimaced. You laughed at him, happy to hear all the embarrassing things Harrison had to share.

“It was like he’d found the meaning of life. Everything became perfect for him, everything made sense to him, and it was all because she came into his life. Watching it happen, I thought he was just a love sick puppy, but standing here reminiscing, remembering how he acted that night, it’s amazing to look back on.”

“Yeah, that was cheesy,” you giggled. Tom slouched back in his chair with his arm around the back of your chair as his hand rubbed his face, trying to hide.

“And then I met her. My first reaction was ‘damn, how do you pull a bird like that’, but she’s definitely one of the most amazing women I’d ever met thus far in life.”

“Oi,” Tom chimed in. “Watch yourself.” Everyone laughed before Harrison continued.

“She became a friend very quickly- which turned into someone I could trust, someone I could lean on, someone I could confide in. Y/n, you aren’t a friend anymore. You’re my sister, and I wish you both nothing but happiness and long life with each other. I love you!”

“Aw, I love you, Haz!” You yelled back, Tom throwing his arms out with a pout on his face.

“What about me?” He feigned jealousy.

“I love you, Tom!” Harrison yelled, pointing at him.

“I love you, bro!” He yelled back, laughing as he sat back in his seat.

You watched as Harry stood up next, clearing his throat as he began to speak.

“I think it’s safe to say, I’ve been around these two longer than anyone else. Hell, I lived with them for a while.”

“Unfortunately,” you laughed. Harry pointing at you, in warning.

“I’ll be nice because it’s your wedding but any other day,” he trailed off with a laugh. Tom chuckled, staring at you as you laughed at Harry’s comment. He’d always loved that you fit in perfectly with his family. The banter you carried with the twins instead of running away from it.

“And even though I hate complimenting her,” he jabbed at you. “I couldn’t think of anyone more perfect for my brother. You care for him, and I think I speak for our entire family when I say that’s all we could wish for him. Tom lives a crazy life that’s completely different from anything I’d could’ve imagined. So knowing that you’re willing to deal with his crazy ass is enough to comfort us. Here’s to a life time of memories and even longer to bugging the shit out of you,” he finished raising his glass. You shook your head, raising your glass in response.

“I wasn’t suppose to speak,” your best friend said as she stood next. “But I wanted to get it out there. Like Harrison, I grew up with y/n. We’ve been best friends since forever- I don’t even remember how we met, it’s been that long. I know the struggles and insecurities she’s faced over the years. She’s definitely had her own trials and tribulations, and I can’t thank Tom enough for coming into her life. I don’t necessarily believe that men can change or fix a girl’s life like that, but he can definitely help. Tom showed her what’s she’s worth, and she’s gained her confidence through that. There’s probably a million things I could name, but the point of it all is that Tom truly helped y/n grow into the amazing, strong woman that she is now, and I’m so excited that you finally found your Prince Charming.”

“Oh my gosh,” you cried, wiping the tears as they fell from your eyes. Tom placed a hand on your back, gently rubbing the skin of your exposed back and placing a soft peck to your shoulder.

“Can I say something too?” Paddy asked with a hand raised as he stood up. You and Tom both encouraged him, wanting to hear what the youngest of the bunch had to say.

“Well, I’ve never had a sister before, and y/n has really been that for me. I like that you never get annoyed of me asking for help with my homework and that you let me spend the night at you and Tom’s house whenever I want. And how you always have my favorite cereal in your cupboard even though I know you hate it. You’re the best, and I’m really excited that you’re going to be apart of our family forever,” he said, smiling at you and Tom. “Just don’t get too annoyed with Harry. I give you permission to beat him up if you want to.”

You laughed at his comment, looking to Harry as he threw his arms out. “What?” He asked, laughing himself. Everyone eventually settled down, finishing their meals before announcing it was time to cut the cake. You and Tom made your way to the table while your guests gathered around you, excited to eat the yummy looking dessert.

Your wedding planner stood next to you, handing the knife over and telling you the best way to go about cutting the massive layered cake. Tom held the knife in his dominate hand, yours resting over it as the sharp metal slid through the sponge, cutting out two small pieces that you and Tom held in hand.

“You put that in my face, and this will be the only sugar you get tonight,” you warned Tom as he faced you. You never found it cute when couples smashed cake in each other’s faces, and you didn’t want that to happen to you.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” he answered simply. His arm reached out, ready to feed you the piece of cake- you did the same. He ate the cake from your fingers as his gently pushed the cake into your mouth and onto your top lip, icing covering the skin.

You looking at him, ready to say something, but he spoke before you could. “Whoops,” he laughed and pulled you to him, cleaning the icing off your mouth with his own.

“You’re horrible,” you laughed, smacking his chest as his friends howled in encouragement.

“I had to, didn’t I?” He asked, a smirk covering his features.

. . .

You sighed in content as you stood there, wrapped in Tom’s arms. Head resting against his chest as he sway you back and forth slowly to the soft music.

“What a perfect night,” Tom whispered in your ear making your smile. “I wasn’t expecting to be so emotional about it, but everything was so perfect.”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “I’m surprised I didn’t cry that much tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it, love. I think I cried enough for the both of us.”

You lift your head to look at him, biting your lip. “When?”

“You didn’t notice?” he asked in shock. You shook your head lightly, probably so overwhelmed yourself to even think about how his emotions were probably the same. “Watching you walk down the isle- I wept like a baby. All I could think of was how unbelievably lucky I am to have such an amazing woman to love forever.”

He placed a slow kiss to your lips. You eventually pulled away, a smile and giggle on your mouth as you looked down.

“What?” Tom chuckled, your joy becoming exceedingly contagious.

“I really love you,” you smiled, reaching your arms around his neck to be even closer to him, kissing him again.

“I love you, Princess.”

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myheadinthecloudsnotcomingdown · 4 years

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When Lila Gives You Lemons - Chapter 4

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“We need to tell Ladybug.” Adrien said numbly. He was purposely not thinking about how bad this looked. Ladybug had suspected his father of being Hawkmoth before, but hadn’t given him any reason why. Could she have been right? Could the Collector have just been a red herring to throw them off the scent? Adrien pushed those thoughts from his mind, he could freak out later when he was alone with Plagg.

Marinette nodded and began rolling up the map, “I’ve learned a few tricks from Alya, so I should be able to track down Ladybug and give her this. For now, I think this should stay between us and the heroes. Who knows what Hawkmoth would do if he knew we were doing this.”

Adrien nodded. He wasn’t worried about himself, he had superpowers, but he didn’t want Marinette getting hurt when she was only trying to help. He stood up and gathered his bag, which had been lying forgotten in the corner of the room, “So, um, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Marinette startled from where she’d apparently been lost in her own thoughts as well, “uh, yeah. School. Tomorrow. Sure.”

As Adrien left, he wondered how he was ever going to face his father.

Dinner that night was awkward. At least, more awkward than it normally was. Adrien just couldn’t unsee the myriad of butterfly symbols strategically placed throughout the house. He’d written it off as a coincidence before, but now? Now he wasn’t so sure.

“Remember you have a photoshoot during your afternoon classes tomorrow, then a chinese lesson after fencing practice. Your father expects you to reach an advanced level by the end of the month.”

“Yes Natalie.” Did Natalie know? Was she involved somehow?

“Are you feeling well, Adrien? You’ve been playing with your food for the past five minutes.”

Adrien set down his fork, “um... I’m fine, I guess it’s just kind of been a long day and I’m not really that hungry?” He looked up at Natalie, who was scowling slightly.

“If you’re not sick, you need to finish your food Adrien. Your nutritionist would have a heart attack if you’re not getting enough calories, not to mention the legal issues.”

Adrien nodded and forced down another few bites of food. Wonderful, yet another way he was failing to live up to expectations. And wasn’t it telling that it was the nutritionist that would care, not Father or Natalie?

The rest of the meal passed in silence. Adrien finished his food and got up to go back to his room when the door opened.

“Hello Adrien.”

“Hello Father.”

Why? Normally, Adrien would have been ecstatic to have his father come to dinner, even if it was just at the end, but after the revelations of the afternoon, it was all he could do to act natural. Of all the days for his father to talk to him, why did it have to be today?

“I was informed that you disappeared this afternoon. Do you have any explanation why?”

Adrien’s mouth went dry and his stomach sunk, “I told my bodyguard that I went over to a friend’s for homework.”

Gabriel’s glare hardened, “Ms. Rossi said she hasn’t seen you since before the akuma attack.”

Adrien didn’t know what to say. He’d actually checked? “Lila's not my only friend.”

“She’s the only one I have approved of.” Gabriel turned to leave, “You are grounded for the next week. If I hear of you going over ‘to a friend’s house’ again, you’ll be staying home from school for a week. Do you understand?”

“Yes Father.”

“Good. Sleep well, Adrien.”

Today sucked.

“Just because your house is in the search radius does not automatically mean your father is Hawkmoth. Just ‘cause the man’s a dick doesn’t mean he’s a supervillain.”

“But he might be. Just think, Plagg, is there anyone else that Ladybug has suspected? I didn’t want to believe her then, but Ladybug doesn’t do things like that without a good reason. And if Father is Hawkmoth then that means that Natalie is probably Mayura and oh my god, is Gorilla involved? I don’t know what I’m gonna do! I’m living in the same house as a supervillain!”

Plagg bopped Adrien lightly on the nose, “Stop that. This whole mathy science thing isn’t exact, especially since your girlfriend was just writing down things as she went.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Adrien muttered, but he was freaking out anymore.

Plagg smiled, “Whatever you say, lover boy.” Adrien glared at him, but since when had Plagg let that stop him, “Besides, even if your dad is Hawkmoth, that wouldn’t be a recent development, meaning that you’ve been living under the same roof as the supervillain for almost a year now. The only difference is that now you know .”

Adrien sighed, “I have no idea if that was supposed to be comforting or ominous.”

“I try.”

Adrien looked out his window at the moon, “It’s getting late, let’s go.”

Plagg swallowed the piece of cheese he was holding and let himself be sucked into the ring. Tonight was going to be interesting.

Ladybug was already waiting for him with a rolled up map slung across her back when Chat arrived at the Eiffel Tower for patrol.

“Hey Kitty, we need to talk.”

He already knew what this was about, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to, “What? Has Milady finally realized that I’m the cat’s meow?”

She smiled sadly, “Not tonight, Chat. Do you remember Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

“That’s the bakery girl, right?”

Ladybug nodded, “Well, she tracked me down today. Apparently she’s been tracking akumas and she and Adrien Agreste compiled the data earlier today and, well...maybe it’s better if I show you the map.

She stretched it out on the support beam between them and Chat studied it for a minute. Somehow it looked different than it had this afternoon. It seemed more important somehow, like it was telling him that this was his fault and his responsibility. It was probably because he was transformed, or maybe because he’d actually seen his father that day. After a few minutes, he looked up at his partner.

“We’ve suspected Gabriel Agreste of being Hawkmoth before.”

“I know,” she hugged herself, “And I know it sounds paranoid to think he might have akumatized himself to cover his tracks, but what if he did? What if we’ve really known who he was for months and just couldn’t see it?”

Chat rolled up the map and handed it back to Ladybug, “Why did we suspect him the first time? I don’t think you ever told me.”

“It was because of guardian stuff.” Chat raised an eyebrow, and Ladybug sighed, “I couldn’t tell you then because you didn’t know about the guardian yet. I’d only just found out and Tikki only took me to him because she had to. Gabriel Agreste had a book. A spellbook entirely on the miraculous and their properties written in a code known only to the guardians.”

Chat’s eyes widened as he remembered. He’d gotten pulled from school because of that book.

“Master Fu told me that the spellbook was lost at the same time as the Butterfly and Peacock miraculouses. He said that since all three were lost together, it was likely that whoever found the book, also found the miraculous.”

Chat nodded as he processed everything, “That...makes a lot of sense. So, if he has this book and he lives right where the akumas seem to be coming from, then…”

Ladybug nodded, “Then the evidence is piling up and there’s a strong possibility that Gabriel Agreste really is Hawkmoth.”

Chat looked out over the city, “That’s a good thing, right? I mean, now that we know who he is, we might actually be able to stop him.”

“I guess,” she fiddled with her yoyo, “It’s just, where do we go from here? Right now all we’ve got are coincidences and conjectures and that’s not nearly enough to go in guns blazing. Besides that, he’s got a son. I don’t want Adrien getting caught in the crossfire.”

Chat’s heart warmed in spite of the conversation. His lady cared! But she raised a valid point.

“Maybe we should talk to Master Fu about this. Even if he doesn’t have any advice, it’s still probably something he should know.”

“You’re right. Would you like to do it this time, Kitty?”

Chat shook his head, “It’s probably safer for you to. You already know where he lives and I’m grounded, so it’ll be harder to sneak away.” Not to mention the danger if his father realized what was going on and followed him.

“What’d you do kitty, push all the mugs off the table?”

Chat smiled, “Something like that.”

“Well, I’ll talk to him tomorrow then. Goodnight kitty.” She threw her yoyo and swung off into the night. Chat stood watching her disappear for a few minutes, reluctant to go back to the place he called home.

“Goodnight Milady.

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hunnywrites · 5 years

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Arcade Dreams: Chapter Eighteen

Summary: There’s a new girl working at the Palace Arcade and Hawkins’ Family Video. Billy can’t stand her, and the feeling is mutual. No matter what everyone else seems to think.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: What’s this? A surprise, early Arcade Dreams update? I’ve been dying for y’all to read this chapter. We’re gonna move away from show canon a little, this is something I’ve been planning since I started writing this fic. This chapter has been a looong time coming, and we’re gonna get some insight to Teddi’s dad’s identity. I hope you enjoy!

Billy and Teddi had gone out for pizza a few hours ago. Afterwards he’d been able to patch up her tires for a temporary fix until he had more time to replace them entirely. They had been on a bit of a time crunch. Neither of Teddi’s parents were home, and there was no real way of knowing when her mom (who would definitely tell her dad that a boy had been over) would turn up.

Teddi had spent the rest of the night in her room. Her father didn’t bother her. Out of sight, out of mind she figured. She was working on some homework when he walked into her room a few hours after he had come home from work. “Your mother and I are going out to dinner. I’m imagining you don’t have any plans tonight?” he asked. Teddi thought of her popped tires. Bastard, she thought bitterly.

“No, sir. Just finishing up homework.” she motioned to her books.

“Good girl. We’ll be home in a few hours.” and with that he left. Teddi stuck her tongue out at his retreating back. It was like nothing had happened between them. But come tomorrow, he wouldn’t be able to boss her around anymore or torment her. She would be out of the house and on her own. She was practically giddy at the idea.

Eventually she gave up on her homework. She just couldn’t make herself focus. This had to be how kids felt on Christmas Eve. So excited at the thought of the presents they’d get on Christmas morning that they couldn’t sit still. So she plopped down on the couch with some popcorn and settled in for some channel surfing. It wasn’t something she got to do very often.

Teddi had settled on the Golden Girls when the phone rang. She nearly let it ring. It wasn’t like anyone was calling for her. But then if it was someone from her dad’s work and she didn’t take a message she knew she wouldn’t hear the end of it. So she got up from the couch with a heavy sigh and shuffled over to the kitchen.

“Hello?”

“...Teddi?” it was Max. She was speaking quietly, like she was hiding from someone. It was too late for her to be calling just to chat. Teddi’s gut immediately told her something was wrong.

“Max? Is everything okay?” there was a long pause on the other end and Teddi could feel her palms growing clammy.

“We can’t find Billy.” was all she said.

Teddi’s heart was hammering in her chest. Everything had been fine earlier. What the hell could have happened between him leaving her to go back home? “Wh-what do you mean you can’t find him? What happened?”

“He came home a few hours ago and he got in a huge fight with Neil. He stormed off and he hasn’t come home or called or anything...it was bad, Teddi. Do you have any idea where he might be? I mean, you’re his best friend. I’m starting to freak out.” Teddi almost couldn’t hear Max. All of the images of what Neil might have done to his son were running through her mind at a mile a minute. She almost felt sick.

“Um...I think I might have an idea,” she said finally, swallowing thickly. “I’ll go find him, okay? Just try and get some sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow once everything’s calmed down a little.” they both hung up and Teddi hurried to her room to grab her boots and puffy jacket. She knew there was a good chance that her tires might pop on her way to Billy, but did she really have any other choice? She definitely couldn’t walk out in the snow.

She sped through the streets, praying that her patched tires would survive the drive and that she wouldn’t get pulled over by the cops. Everything in town was closed. There was only one place in Teddi’s mind that Billy could be. The Lake. It was their spot. Well, technically not their spot. They just coincidentally shared it. Teddi shook her head. That part didn’t matter right now.

When she spotted the Camaro parked out at the water’s edge she let out a loud sigh of relief. She parked her van and hopped out, hurrying over to Billy’s car. She could barely make him out in the dark. The only light coming inside was coming from the end of his lit cigarette. The door was unlocked. She slid in next to him. Neither of them said anything for awhile.

“...Max called me,” she finally said. “She’s really worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” Billy spat.

She wasn’t going to let him off that easy this time. He wasn’t going to scare her away. “What happened, Billy? ...Did he hurt you?” he didn’t say anything. He simply blew out a cloud of smoke. “...Can I see?”

There was another long pause. Billy sniffed and angrily pushed on the light above them. Teddi’s hand slowly covered her mouth in an attempt to stifle the gasp she wanted to let out. Billy’s left eye was swollen shut. His eyebrow had a cut in it that was deep enough for Teddi to know it would scar. It had stopped bleeding at least, but the blood had run down over his eye and down the left side of his face. There was also a nasty split in the center of his lip. Teddi was surprised he was smoking at all. The boy in front of her was almost unrecognizable. “Billy…” she said softly.

“I was in my room,” he said finally. “It was after I came back from your place. Everything was fine, you know? Susan was making dinner and Max and Neil were watching tv,” he swallowed loudly, flicking his cigarette out the window. His fingers gripped tightly at the steering wheel. “All of the sudden he starts getting on Max’s case about something. I don’t know what. But he wouldn’t stop. And she was arguing back. Sometimes she doesn’t know when to quit with him. But they just kept getting louder, so I stood out in the hall just in case...he just started screaming at her. And I’ve never seen her scared like that. Max isn’t scared of shit, y’know? But he just kept yelling and I could just feel that he was gonna hurt her if I didn’t stop him,” he trailed off, but Teddi didn’t need for him to finish. The shape he was in told her everything she needed to know.

“I’m not fucking doing this anymore, Teddi. I can’t. Sometimes I catch myself imagining something horrible happening to him. Doing something horrible. And I never feel bad, you know? He deserves it. He’s the reason my mom left. He’s the reason she didn’t take me with her. He’s not my fucking father. Sometimes I think he’s barely even human.”

Teddi’s heart ached when she saw his eyes welling up with tears. She took one of his hands in her own, her thumb running gently over his bruising knuckles. “I think...I think you should come with me. To the apartment.” she said.

Billy let out a loud sigh. “I can’t. Max-”

Teddi shook her head. “Billy, we need to get out. I know that you’re worried about Max. I’m worried about her too. But if we leave, if we get that apartment...it can be like a safe place for her to go. Whenever she needs it, you know? Until we can figure out how to get her out of that house,” she reached up and touched his face, her fingers ghosting gently over his bruised cheek. Her heart ached again when he leaned into her touch. “You can’t go back there,” after what felt like forever Billy finally nodded. “Come on. I have a first aid kit in my van. We can spend the night here, I’ll call Max in the morning and we’ll go see about the apartment, okay?”

Billy followed her silently to her van. They climbed into the back, and Teddi pulled out the first aid kit that she kept under the driver’s seat. “Sorry, usually it’s just me using this so I kinda only have girly band-aids…” she mumbled, wincing and apologizing as Billy hissed at the feeling of the alcohol being dabbed at his cuts.

“A pink band-aid’s the least of my worries right now, Larsson.” he was trying to smile, trying to crack a joke with her. Teddi let out a soft laugh.

“You know…” she said, gently blowing on the cut on his eyebrow before applying the band-aid. “Max said that I was your best friend…” she said with a smile.

Billy shifted uncomfortably. “What am I? A twelve year old girl?” he asked.

Teddi only shrugged. “...You’re my best friend.” she confessed.

Billy scoffed. “Right.”

“I’m serious. I mean...me and Steve are pretty good friends, but you know way more about me than he does. You know stuff about me that he probably won’t ever know, you know? And like...you’re the first person I want to talk to when something happens. Good or bad. I don’t know...you just are.” she awkwardly shrugged again.

There was another long pause as Teddi finished cleaning Billy’s face. “...Are we gonna make matching bracelets?” he asked.

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t do that.”

Billy let out a short laugh. “...Thanks for this, Teddi.”

“Don’t mention it. You’d do the same thing for me.” he would. Of course he would.

Teddi pulled out her sleeping bag and unzipped it completely before kicking off her boots. “I think we both definitely need some sleep.”

Billy kicked off his boots as well and slid under the sleeping bag with her. They laid next to each other, both staring up at the disco ball hanging above them. Teddi tentatively reached out, her hand finding Billy’s. He linked his fingers with hers. “...You sleep in here a lot?” he asked finally.

“I have a few times,” Teddi confessed. “Back in New York.”

“...What about your parents? Aren’t they gonna be pissed when you don’t come home?”

“Who cares? We don’t have to worry about that sort of stuff anymore, right?”

It was a hard thought to wrap their minds around. This was it. No more answering to Greg or Neil. No more unfair rules or punishments. They would be out on their own. Together.

---

The next morning the pair drove to the apartment building in the Camaro. It was obvious that the building used to be a motel. There was a gated pool out in front, with two vending machines nearby. There was what looked to be a working ice machine that sat just outside of the front office. If the old man running the place could tell that Billy and Teddi were obviously teenagers, he didn’t show it. Billy flashed a fake ID that said he was 23 and that had been enough for him.

He showed them an apartment on the second floor. There wasn’t an elevator. Teddi was pretty sure it had been two adjoining rooms that they had turned into one larger apartment. There was a tiny living room with a counter that would be their kitchen. Two bedrooms sandwiched a very tiny bathroom between them. It wasn’t the worst thing. The apartment had gotten a fresh coat of paint and some tacky, flowery wallpaper. And it wasn’t like they were used to anything fancy.

Between their three jobs they would definitely be able to handle the rent. It was close enough to Hawkins that they’d be able to make it to school and work without a problem. And what was most important; it was theirs.

Teddi couldn’t control her smile as they drove back into town. Her cheeks were starting to hurt. Her eyes were stinging from the threat of tears. “...Is this really happening?” she asked.

Billy nodded, a smile of his own spreading across his lips. “It’s really happening.”

They both went quiet as Billy turned onto Cherry road. The Camaro came to a stop outside of the Hargrove’s house, the two of them looking up at the tiny house while holding their breaths. This was really it.

The most important thing would be getting Billy’s things before Neil came home. Or at least as much as they could. Max was outside skateboarding in the street. She hugged Billy tightly when she saw him. He awkwardly patted his step sister on the back. He’d never show it or admit it, but Teddi knew he appreciated the fact that Max cared about him.

Susan was hovering awkwardly in the living room. She was asking Billy if he was alright and telling him that she had been worried about him when he never came home. Teddi believed her. Teddi believed that Susan loved Max and cared about Billy. She knew that Susan wasn’t the same as her own mother. But it didn’t make her like Susan any. She still sat back and let Neil rule his household with an iron fist.

Teddi and Billy went to his room, Max and Susan following close behind them. Susan was asking a million questions and Billy ignored each of them. He went for his stereo first. He yanked the power cord free from the wall, turning and handing it over to Teddi. “Billy, please. Don’t you think this is an overreaction? I’m sure you and your father can work things out-” Susan pleased.

“An overreaction?” Billy let out a dry laugh. “He’s your problem now, Susan. You don’t have to pretend to feel sorry for me and look the other way anymore,” he picked up a milk crate full of his records. “Maybe this is best for both of us, huh? You’ll finally see what a goddamn monster he is when it’s pointed in your direction.”

That was enough to keep Susan out of their way. She sat on the couch, fidgeting anxiously as she watched Billy, Teddi and Max march back and forth between the Camaro and Billy’s room. His music had been the most important thing. Once his stereo, record player, cassettes and records were all safely in the back seat Billy grabbed a few trash bags and started filling it with his clothes.

“...Where are you going?” Max finally asked. She and Teddi were both carefully taking Billy’s things from his closet, folding them before putting them in the large black bags. Billy was grabbing fists full of his clothes out of his drawers, angrily shoving them in the trash bags.

“We got an apartment outside of town.” he muttered.

Max looked between the both of them. “Together?” she asked. Max had never really understood why Teddi and Billy liked each other so much. She knew that they didn’t really have much in common aside from her and working at the pool. Max knew that Billy liked Teddi, and she knew that Teddi liked Billy. She and El had always thought it was obvious, even if they argued all of the time. But they assumed it was just because they were dumb teenagers that found each other attractive. Now suddenly, seeing Billy finally at his breaking point, and Teddi with a bruise that covered her left eye and cheek, she realized that they had more in common than she had ever imagined.

Beneath the surface Billy and Teddi were two very lonely people. And now they had finally found someone to pull each other out of that loneliness.

Teddi nodded, smiling a little. “Together. And Max, you’re allowed to come over whenever you want, okay? It’s small, but there’s a pullout couch with your name on it. You can even have sleepovers with El. Whatever you want. Just promise me that he ever makes you feel unsafe again you call me and I’ll come and get you, alright?”

Max looked over at Billy. He nodded, so slightly that Max almost wasn’t sure she’d seen it. “...I promise.”

“I’ll pick you up from school tomorrow and show you the place, alright? C’mon, Ted. We gotta go. I’ll come back for the rest,” Teddi noticed Billy pulling a small wooden box out of his top drawer. It was about the size of his hand. It was a sandy color with something etched into the lid. He quickly shoved it into the pocket inside his jacket, like Teddi and Max weren’t supposed to see it. “...You gonna be okay, Max?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Mom says I’m allowed to sleep over at El’s since Neil’s being an asshole….I’m sorry, Billy. That he went off on you like that. It was my fault. He wanted me to change the channel and I kept arguing with him…”

Billy placed a hand on his step sister’s shoulder, leaning down to meet her eyes. “Don’t ever apologize for him, got it? If it wasn’t that it would’ve been something else. You remember what I told you back home? At Captain Spauldings?” Max’s shoulders straightened a little as she nodded. Teddi couldn’t help but wonder what their secret was. “You call us if you need us, okay? We’ll be there.” Billy awkwardly ruffled the top of Max’s head before heading back to the Camaro. He didn’t bother to look in Susan’s direction as he passed.

He and Teddi finished loading his things into the trunk and got in. Max was on the porch, waving as they drove off. Teddi let out a shaky breath. She looked over at Billy, who was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel even though the radio was off. He looked...calm. This wasn’t a Billy she saw very often. There was a hint of a smile on his lips. He looked like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

This all felt like a dream. To be in Billy’s Camaro, the two of them finally about to escape the nightmare that was their home lives. It all felt almost too good to be true. Like at any second something horrible would happen, or she would wake up and realize that none of this was even real. Billy bumped his elbow against Teddi’s, bringing her back to the real world. “Hey,” he said lowly. “You okay?”

He fished his pack of cigarettes out of his jacket and held it out to Teddi. She eyed them for a moment before taking a smoke, clamping it between her lips. “I’m just nervous,” she muttered as Billy lit the cigarette for her. Teddi took a long drag, her eyes falling shut and her head falling back against her seat. “My dad’ll be home soon…”

“Don’t worry about him. You just worry about getting your stuff.” they both knew that that would be easier said than done. Billy would be somewhat of a safety net for her. Her dad probably wouldn’t do or say much of anything if there was someone around to see him in action. He had too much to lose. But he had been a little unpredictable lately, and Teddi was worried that Billy might have to take the brunt of what was about to come.

While Billy had been to Teddi’s once before, this was the first time he had ever seen Teddi’s mother. Teddi looked a lot like her. He didn’t understand how Bonnie could look at her daughter, who was the spitting image of her, and feel absolutely nothing for her. Billy hated her. She was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels on TV when they walked in. When Teddi and Billy walked into her field of vision, she finally looked over at them with a bored expression.

“And who’s this?” Bonnie asked, looking Billy up and down. If she felt any sort of way about him, she didn’t show it. It was like she wasn’t a real person. Like she was one of those mind control victims in those sci fi movies Max liked to watch. Billy briefly wondered if at one point Bonnie had been more like Teddi. Energetic and friendly. Maybe Greg had succeeded in beating her into submission, like Neil had tried with Billy’s mom. Now he had the perfect stepford wife that was loyal only to him. Even at the expense of his own daughter.

“None of your business,” there was a confidence behind Teddi’s voice that Billy was a little surprised to hear. This wasn’t the same Teddi that had been fidgeting nervously in the Camaro just minutes before. “I’m leaving.” she announced before heading down the hall. He wasn’t surprised that Bonnie didn’t follow after them like Susan had.

Billy followed Teddi to her room. He’d never seen it before. It was smaller than his room. There was only a tiny desk, a nightstand and Teddi’s bed packed tightly inside. Teddi opened her closet door, reaching in and pulling out a stack of flattened cardboard boxes. He wondered how many times she had pulled them out before, trying to work up the courage to pack before changing her mind.

They were silent as they started to pack up her things. Teddi made quick work of emptying out her closet before standing up on her bed to peel the little glow in the dark stars off of her ceiling. Billy went over to her desk. There was a Carrie poster taped to the wall next to a tiny bulletin board. There were about a dozen different movie ticket stubs tacked to it. A grainy polaroid of the statue of liberty next to a photo of Teddi standing on a lake dock. She was in a bright blue bikini with white, star shaped sunglasses and she had her arm around a girl with a head of pink, unruly curls. Teddi looked happy. Genuinely happy. It was a gross contrast from the Teddi that was in front of him now. He carefully picked each of the things she had tacked up to the board and tucked them into a box along with the other things on her desk.

“Your mother tells me you’re leaving.” Billy jumped a little at the sound of Greg Larsson’s voice. Teddi’s dad was a big guy. Easily about 6’4. He took up the entire doorway. His hair was shaved close on the sides and longer on top. Like at one point he’d been a jarhead and hadn’t been able to let it go. He looked like the poster boy for some sort of weird super soldier experiment gone wrong. Billy’s hands clenched into fists. It wasn’t like him and Neil. Neil was the same size as Billy. If Billy wanted to fight back he could. Greg was almost three times Teddi’s size. What kind of pathetic asshole picked on someone that was so helpless to defend themselves? You about two months ago? He reminded himself. His fists clenched tighter.

Teddi turned to look at her father with a look of disgust before returning to her packing. “What do you care?”

“Theodora...is this about the disagreement we had the other day?” he asked, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

Teddi laughed. “Disagreement? You mean when you called me a whore and almost fractured my skull?” she asked, pointing to the large bruise on her cheek. Billy knew that if he hadn’t been there she probably wouldn’t have said that to her father. He didn’t mind that him being there was an extra boost of courage. He was proud of her. “What do you even care if I leave? You don’t care about me. You and mom have never cared about me. So let me go and you can just pretend that I never existed like you’ve always wanted.” her voice cracked a little as she spoke, but she didn’t cry.

Billy wondered what might have happened if he hadn’t been there. If he hadn’t inched his way over between Teddi and Greg in case he decided to do something bold. He was thinking about it. Billy knew that he was. His sharp jaw clenched and unclenched. His hand was twitching as if he was trying to keep himself for lashing out at her. Greg watched his daughter with a cold expression. Like if he could kill her right then and there with a look, he would.

“...If you leave, you are no longer welcome in this home. You’re not going to come crying to me when he gets tired of you and moves on to the next girl. You’re no longer my daughter.”

Billy didn’t see that as much of a threat. Greg wasn’t Teddi’s father. He’d explained it to Max back in California when she had finally seen Neil for what he really was. Billy and Teddi could call Neil and Greg their fathers all they wanted. But men, and Billy used that term lightly, like Neil and Greg couldn’t be fathers to anyone. They were monsters. Monsters that were keeping Billy and Teddi hostage for their own sick enjoyment.

Teddi laughed again. Her eyes were shiny with the threat of tears. She picked up the box that sat at her feet, walking up to Greg with her head held high. “Good.”

---

Billy and Teddi were both sitting on their new couch in their new apartment. They were both silent, staring at their reflection in the blank TV screen in front of them. Teddi had cried in the car after they left her parents’ house. She cried the entire drive to the apartment. Billy had reached over, putting his arm around her and pulling her towards him. Teddi cried into his shoulder, her tears soaking into his denim jacket. Neither of them said anything until Billy pulled into the parking lot of their apartment building.

Teddi pulled away from him, wiping her eyes roughly. Her bottom lip trembled, like she could start crying at any given second. She looked over at him, her cheeks still slick with tears. “...Thank you.” she finally said.

He didn’t really know what she was thanking him for. Leaving with her. Helping her get her things. Letting her cry on his shoulder. It didn’t really matter to him. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a grin. “What are friends for, right?”

Teddi let out a soft laugh. She bit down on her bottom lip as the two looked at each other. Billy could feel his heart beating harshly in his chest. Teddi looked beautiful. Otherworldly in the red light that was shining down onto the Camaro from the building’s neon sign. She sniffed softly, shifting nervously in her seat before her hand gently ghosted his bruised cheek, just like she had the night before. Billy didn’t move as she bit her lip again, leaning forward and kissing him so softly he was almost scared he had imagined it. She pulled away from him, watching him and waiting to see if what she had done was okay.

Billy wrapped his arms around Teddi’s waist, pulling her back to him. He kissed her. Teddi let out a surprised sound, her hands gripping onto his shoulders. Teddi had wondered what this moment would be like. What it might be like to kiss Billy. None of it really matched up to the actual thing. Everything about him was...strong. His arms wrapped around her, the feel of his chest as her hands slid under his jacket. His lips. Everything about Billy Hargrove made Teddi feel safe. She never wanted this to end. She would be content staying there in Billy’s Camaro, kissing him and letting him hold her until the world ended.

“If that’s how you say thank you I should’ve started being nicer a long time ago.” Billy smirked. His arms were still wrapped around her middle, and Teddi was gripping onto his shirt beneath his jacket.

Teddi laughed a little and rolled her eyes. “Funny,” her hand reached up, her thumb stroking his jaw gently. “...We should probably get inside.” she sighed.

They brought the things they’d packed up the stairs and inside their new home. Now they were on the couch, their hands just barely touching. “...We should skip school tomorrow. Celebrate our new freedom.” he finally said.

“Celebrate our new freedom by being irresponsible?” she asked with a smile.

“It’s one day, Larsson. Come on. Let’s do something fun.”

Teddi eyed him carefully, trying to hide a smile as her cheeks blushed. “...You better be real careful with whatever you’re about to suggest, Hargrove.” she warned.

Billy smirked. “Relax. I meant like going to the movies or something. What about that Terminator movie? Freddy said it was pretty badass.”

Teddi made a face. “I don’t know...I’m not super crazy about that Schwarzenegger guy. He’s always reminded me too much of my dad. What about Starman?”

Billy blinked. “...What’s that?”

“It’s the one with Jeff Bridges who’s an alien pretending to be a human and he and he takes Marion from Indiana Jones with him to try and get back to space?” she explained, as if he were crazy for not knowing. Billy only stared at her. “It’s John Carpenter!”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“Halloween? The Thing? Escape From New York? He’s like the best director ever.”

Billy rolled his eyes and held his hands up. “....Whatever, Larsson. We’ll go see Spaceman.”

“Starman.”

“Whatever.” there was a different energy as they got back in the Camaro. They were both smiling, almost giddy. Teddi flipped through the collection of tapes Billy kept in the glove compartment. She settled on Journey, popping the tape into the deck. Billy’s fingers drummed against the steering wheel along to the beat.

Their eyes met, the two of them sharing a smile. Billy propped his elbow up on the center console, holding out his middle finger to her. Teddi laughed, raising an eyebrow. “What is this, a Billy Hargrove pinky promise? What are we, five?”

Billy smirked over at her. “Says the girl that wanted to make friendship bracelets,” he joked. Teddi let out a chuckle and linked her finger with his. His ring was cold against her skin. “It’s you and me now, Larsson. We’re in this together. You ready?”

She was. Of course she was. They were quite the pair. Two misfits that felt like they didn’t belong anywhere. Battered and bruised. But they had finally found a home. With each other. Teddi smiled as Billy brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her bruised knuckles. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc

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a cursed love

C H A P T E R four

‘’Are you planning on getting up today or what, Y/N? You‘re going to be late if you don’t hurry.’’ Y/N slowly opened her eyes. ‘’What? What time is it?’’ ‘’Time for you to get your butt out of bed, come on Y/N.’’ ‘’Alright, alright, I‘m coming.’’ Y/N got out of bed and stumbled over to her dresser, got dressed and rushed to the bathroom. Then she remembered what day it was. Halloween. A smile formed on her lips. This was going to be an exciting day. When she was ready, she went downstairs to the common room, where Lily was already waiting for her. ‘’Finally! What took you so long?’’ ‘’Shut up, it's not like you’ve never slept in before.’’ ‘’Actually, I haven't.’’ Y/N rolled her eyes at her best friend's annoying comment and they made their way to the Great Hall to get some breakfast.

James and the rest of the guys arrived a couple minutes later, all of them with mischievous grins plastered on their faces. As they were walking by tye table Y/N and Lily were sitting at, Sirius shot Y/N a knowing smile. ‘'What's that all about?’’ Lily asked, but was only met with silence. Y/N was too preoccupied blushing and smiling at Sirius’ actions and seemed like she was deep in thought. ‘’Hello? Earth to Y/N? Anyone home?’’ ‘’Huh? Home where? What are you talking about, Lily?’’ ‘’Nothing, I was just wondering why your brother and his annoying friends are in such a dipper mood today, but I can see that you're too busy drooling over Sirius.’’ ‘’I was not drooling over Sirius! I was just thinking about something.’’ It was then that James gestured for Y/N to come over to their table. ‘’Hey, uhm sorry Lils. I have to talk to my brother real quick. I'll be right back okay?’’ Before Lily even got a chance to reply, Y/N had already gotten up from her seat and begun making her way over to James. ‘’What is it, James? I hope it's important, Lily is already suspicious enough without us overtly conspiring in the middle of the Great Hall.’’ ‘’A good morning to you to, sweetheart.’’ Sirius said while cleaning an apple on his robe. ‘’Anyways, just thought I'd let you know that there was a change of plans. We decided to go with the other spiders. Sirius made a good point about how they are actually way scarier.’’ James explained. ‘’What, but why? I thought we had agreed on the thin ones?’’ Y/N replied, obviously annoyed. She had gotten the spell down to perfection. ‘’Don't worry, sweetheart. The spell is almost the same and I'm sure you'll have it down in no time.’’ Sirius said with a charming smile on his lips. Remus raised an eyebrow at him, but no one seemed to notice. ‘’Yeah, okay, whatever. I’ll see you in the corridor that leads to Slughorn's office after lunch then. No more last minute changes of plan, okay?’’ Everyone nodded and Y/N made her way back to her table.

Five more minutes before lunch. Y/N kept glancing at the clock hanging behind Professor McGonagall's head. She was starting to get extremely nervous now. What if something went wrong? What if Peter somehow managed to screw the whole thing up? Wouldn't be the first time he messed up a supposedly fool-proof plan. She was quiet all through lunch and when the time finally came, she felt sick to her stomach. She had never pulled a prank like this before. On a professor of all people. They could actually get expelled for this. It's not like she had a problem with professor Slughorn, but even Y/N had to admit that his little exclusive circle was a bit too elite for her liking. He had asked her and James to be a part of it as well, but they had declined. Y/N was walking up the stairs to the corridor where she would meet up with Sirius and she could feel her heart beating faster and faster with every advancing step she took. Given that they were going to be hiding in one of the secret hiding places while the rest of the plan was going into action, they would actually not get to see most of the prank play out. From where they would be hiding they were just close enough to professor Slughorns' office to hear his reaction. Y/N rounded the corner and saw an overly excited Sirius pretending to casually walk up and down the hallway. Sirius smiled when he saw Y/N coming and turned around to make sure no one would see the two of them entering the office. The second Y/N reached the door, the snuck in and gently closed it. ''Alright. Are you ready to do this?'' he asked, the excitement clear in his voice. ''I guess, although I didn't love that last minute switch. It kind of threw me off a little bit. I thought we had agreed on the spiders.'' she said in an accusing tone. ''I know, I'm sorry about that. I just want this to go perfectly okay?'' ''I know. We should get started though, before we get caught.'' ''Slughorn won't be here for at least another hour, Y/N. No reason to worry. Alright, let's do this.'' Y/N and Sirius started filling the entire room up with fat, disgusting-looking spiders. When the room was almost full, they decided they were done and were about to leave when they heard noises outside the door. They looked at each other with panic and frantically started searching for a hiding place. Seconds before the door opened, Sirius pulled Y/N into one of the closets in the corner of the office and shut the door. Y/N had never breathed so quietly. Professor Slughorn had met Lily in the hallway and she had asked him about a book she wanted to borrow from him, so he had come back to his office to give it to her. When he entered the room, hundreds of spiders were crawling all over his desk, chair, portraits and anything and everything else that was in there. Lily, who had come in right behind him let out a shriek. ''What in the heavens happened in here?'' Professor Slughorn exclaimed. ''Some sick prank I assume, word must have gotten out about how much I dislike spiders.'' While Professor Slughorn pulled a disgusted face at the many spiders that were now occupying his office, Y/N and Sirius were squished against one another in the closet. Suddenly, Sirius saw something in the corner of his eye, right next to Y/N face was a massive spider with thick, long legs. He knew he had to distract her, or she would freak out. While he was trying to get her attention as quietly as possible, Professor Slughorn sent Lily to check the corridors for the person who might have done this. He assumed that they could not have gotten far, since he had just left his office about 5 minutes ago. He was just about to leave in order to look for the perpetrator himself, when Y/N noticed the gigantic spider. Lily's shriek had been nothing in comparison to Y/N's. With a wave of his wand, Professor Slughorn had opened the doors of the closet and it was all over. Sirius and Y/N were ordered to McGonagall's office and neither of them said a word on their way there, nor while they received the biggest lecture McGonagall had ever given. After an hour of having been screamed at, Y/N and Sirius finally got to go back to their dorms. They had each lost Gryffindor 40 points and got detention every day until the beginning of christmas break. When they finally got to the Gryffindor common room, they were greeted by a room full of angry Gryffindors. They quickly made their way over to the rest of their group. ''So eh, how did it go?'' Sirius said with an awkward smile. ''Better than yours I'd say.'' James said with a mocking tone. ''Wait, did you guys actually pull it off?'' Sirius asked. ''No, Lily caught us just in time to tell us that you guys got caught and told us to stop whatever we were planning on doing. They would've immediately known it was us.'' James explained. ''Wow, who would've thought Little Miss Evans would care enough about you guys to warn you.'' Sirius said. ''Actually, I really don't. I just didn't want Gryffindor to lose any more points than they were going to be taking from Y/N and Sirius. Anyways, you're welcome. Now if you excuse me, I have homework to do.'' Lily said, having overheard the last part of their conversation. ''Hey Lils, wait. I'll come with you.'' Y/N said, but Lily started storming off. ''Don't bother Y/N I've had enough of you for today. I'll just do my homework by myself tonight, if you don't mind.'' ''Oh eh, okay. Yeah. Sure, sorry. See you later then, I guess.'' Y/N's heart sank. She never meant for Lily to get mad at her because of this. The boys all gave her sympathetic smiles and offered Y/N to hang out with them instead. ''Sure, I don't really have anywhere else to be anyways.'' Y/N said with a shrug. ''Thanks, we enjoy hanging out with you as well, little sister. Good to know you appreciate our company.'' James teased Y/N and nudged her arm. ''Come on guys, let's go upstairs. I don't think we're particularly welcome here tonight. And also, besides losing Gryffindor 80 points, what else did you get. I'm surprised McGonagall didn't immediately expel you.'' James asked while motioning everyone to follow him upstairs. They spent the last couple of hours sitting on their bedroom floor talking and laughing about their failed prank and how much it sucked that Y/N and Sirius were going to be spending almost all of their free time in detention for the rest of the time leading up to christmas. When Y/N finally crawled into bed, it was way past midnight and Lily was already fast asleep. Or at least pretending to be.

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frankpanioncube · 4 years

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I want to hear the story about losing the car in Toronto. Please?

Okay. I’ll put it under a read more - some of my IRL friends have probably heard this one.

But - as some of you know I went to boarding school…but a bunch of my UK friends had recently gotten me into playing DDR when I was visiting them in England over the break. Soooooo I was looking for a place to play at home and met a bunch of kids my age and made non-school friends (or non-MY-school friend) with two in particular. Sometimes school friends and these guys overlapped, but mostly if it wasn’t school friends it was these two.

And one day I got sick. I mean - super sick. I was sick enough to stay home an entire week (Mono, I think), miss a maths test and by the end of the week - I went in to school for about 2 hours to pick up my homework and stuff, but I WAS feeling better and had been cooped up so, I asked if I could go over to the arcade for a couple of hours to see Tim and Gary while my mother did shopping.

So I got to go.

Well…Tim being as impressively manipulative as he was managed to convince my mother that I should be allowed to stay out and not to worry he’d have me home…- and as testament to as good as he was with this kind of stuff…11:00 was my curfew.

Oh. But the thing was? We apparently were NOT staying ‘close to home’. Tim would have us all go to some random arcade in downtown Toronto.

And into the car with the lot of us.

We found some parking on Front Street.

“Gosh, should be easy to remember, we’re parked in front of the (then) Hummingbird Centre.

And no we didn’t drink or do drugs, we just played DDR and went to some dinky little Chinese restaurant nearby.

One important plot point to this story was that in those days I had a big handbag and pretty much the guys would put their mobile phones and wallets into it while they played so the coins and shit wouldn’t bounce around (plus cell phones were a LOT bigger back then) and we’d just take turns watching the bag while the others of us were playing.

Anyway - I eventually point out the time and accounting for traffic, and so we head out.

But we are fucking LOST man. And suddenly as we’re trying to get our bearings time suddenly is going from ‘AMPLE’ to ‘Might JUST make it’.

Finally Gary realizes where the hell we are and -

1. I’ve been bedridden and playing DDR of all games most of the evening. I’m a bit more winded.

2. Gary also was the type to wear hoodies and track pants and offers to take the purse which still has all the wallets and phones and sprints ahead to get the car.

3. Tim and I are sort of jogging along slowly after

…it’s at this point we hear a siren - not too nearby but Tim and I are suddenly very aware of how we look - guy in hoodie with the hood up, carrying a woman’s purse while a guy and a girl run along behind him.

Cue us stopping to laugh about how we got Gary arrested (No of course we didn’t)

Okay by THIS point - we’re driving like mad people.

We’re LATE.

I’m freaking out because OH MY GOD I just GOT OVER BEING SICK I’ CAN’T BE GROUNDED BUT SOMEHOW MY PARENTS WILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE THE SCHOOL GATE ME OR SOMETHING - FUCKITY FUCK (Gated was basically what my school called weekend detention eg: Couldn’t leave the gates.)

So anyway we pull in tires screeching an hour late.

And Tim’s like “Don’t worry, I got this. Just lean on me and look sick.”

So while I stare at the ground he proceeds to feed my mother this horseshit story about how I got sick and we had to make a pit stop so I could use the restroom - but since all the phones and wallets were in my PURSE, which I took in with me, they had no way of calling to say what had happened.

I added to this by giving a soft-voice “I’m really sorry.”

And despite Gary being kind of a dingus and nearly ruining it by patting my head and going “It’s okay Win, you’re home now.” (Which in part was a stupid thing to say but it also made me laugh so I just stared at the floor)

This STILL got bought hook, line and sinker. I was absolved and allowed to go to bed. I made up my test and missed assignments, I went back to classes and the dorms and the whole nine.

Anywho, a few months later I’m out with my parents and my Grandparents after I graduated and because they’re there and like - what’s going to happen to me now anyway, I feel safe talking about this story. And I say ‘YEaaaah remember that time in Senior year I was sick at home and Tim and Gary and I wound up being late and Tim said it was because I got sick?’

And told them the real story.

My father looks at me and said “Yeah I was listening from the bedroom and I knew that was horseshit.”

And I looked at him right back and said “Uhh, yeah if you knew that then why didn’t you say anything?”

In one of his very few human moments confessed he couldn’t bring himself to do it because he did something pretty fucking similar when he was about my age.

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aquaticspiralstaircase · 5 years

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NEGATIVE SPACE

warnings: amputation, death, descriptions of body horror, unreality

i wrote this for a writing contest but it didn’t win so here...the fruits of my labor

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EIGHT.

I saw an angel today.

It was perched on top of the abandoned temple, where the Moroni statue normally stands. Most likely, I wouldn’t have noticed it at all if it weren’t for the shifting, glowing shapes behind it; whether they were meant to be wings or halos, I’m not sure, but they would stretch out every couple of seconds as though it were about to take flight before the edges would round out into a perfect circle again. The glow caught on a steady trickle of some dark substance dripping from underneath its generously decorated golden crown, where its circle of eyes around its face all bore deep into my chest, as though passing final judgement on my soul. It had ten arms, some gripping the platform tightly to steady itself and others stretched out wide, palms pointed towards the sky as if it bore the weight of the heavens.

Of course, I know it wasn’t really an angel. It’s supposed to almost look like one, but they say it’s really a demon masquerading poorly as one to garner attention from humans. Apparently, if you see it on a night exactly like this without giving it an offering, it drags you down the stairs to the basement eight days later, and you’re never seen again. Some say it kills you, others say it’s a fate worse than death.

I think it’s a load of crap.

SEVEN.

My town isn’t very well kept. There’s plenty of abandoned lots and buildings that make perfect settings for urban legends. What else are kids supposed to do around here? All we have for miles is a dying mall and a movie theater. Might as well make up stupid ghost stories to get your friends riled up. When I was in junior high, I was dared to sleep in a supposedly haunted house for the night, and I just got attacked by a stray dog. Of course, I fed into the fear even more and told my friends my injuries were from the ghost. That’s just what you do around here.

You can imagine that’s why I want to leave; twenty-eight years in this tiny town with absolutely nothing to do can get to you. With my minimum wage jobs and no college degree, though, it’s hard to get the money to move anywhere exciting. I’ll probably be stuck here forever.

SIX.

I’ve seen the angel twice more since the first night. Every time I walk home from work I pass the abandoned temple, and it’s always been there. Yesterday I could see the glow through the grimy stained glass, and today the locked doors had been torn off their hinges entirely; it just stood there in the entryway, staring at me the same way it had the first night.

The story of the temple, however tasteless it is, holds a lot more water than most of the stories I grew up with. So much of it is based on real events that I remember with perfect clarity. I didn’t grow up religious, but my friend’s mother used to volunteer at that temple, so one day when my father still hadn’t come home, I tagged along. It was a hot morning; I thought the smell as I stepped in was just some leftover buffet that hadn’t been cleaned up and took a seat as close to the open doors as I could.

My friend and I had been sitting there for about ten minutes before we heard the scream. Her mother discovered it--the eight bodies barricaded in the basement, each missing one arm. All but one of the people that had disappeared over the span of a couple months rotted there for about three days before they were discovered.

Eight funerals, no culprit.

They say the killer was performing some kind of ritual to summon a demon that grants your wish if you offer it a part of you in return. Apparently, it took great offense to the killer offering it the arms of others to grant his own wishes, and stole his body as punishment. Now it’s taken residence in the church, trying to find humans to worship it. Fitting that it’s in a temple, I guess.

FIVE.

I haven’t told anyone about the angel. I don’t have the time to be worried about it; I’m working two jobs already, all I have the energy to do in my downtime is sleep, not get freaked out about some stupid urban legend.

Surely, there’s a logical reason I’m seeing the angel. I’d love to say it’s an elaborate prank, but it seems far too perfectly executed to be the work of some bored kids in this small town. How would they manage to get the costume to look so convincing? Besides, it would be a really sick prank to pull on me of all people. Everyone knows that.

FOUR.

I’m starting to think I need to see a therapist. I can at least acknowledge that I’ve never been good at processing my emotions--it’s just easier to bottle something up and set it aside. Maybe that’s why I’m seeing the angel. I’m sure since it’s so close to the 15th anniversary of my father’s disappearance, my brain is coming up with grotesque ways to force me to acknowledge my grief. That’s how that works, right? That’s why I’m seeing things.

I pestered one of my coworkers to walk home with me tonight. I’m sure I wasn’t as subtle as I wanted to be, but at least she humored me.

The angel was close to the fence this time. It was gangly and bony, and the extra arms were all clumsily stitched on and half rotten. Its face was completely unrecognizable, the ash-gray flesh pulled taught over its skull and soaked in that black substance flowing from underneath its crown. Its eyes stared directly at me with a kind of monstrous intensity I couldn’t bear to stomach.

Then, for the first time, it opened its disgusting mouth and spoke. It said my name. Not my real name, the one I’ve been legally known as for the past ten years, but the one my father gave me.

As I shrieked and stumbled back, my coworker stared right through it. She held onto my arm and asked me what was wrong, and I barely managed to scrape together enough composure to say I thought I saw some stray animal and pull her along. I don’t think she believed me.

THREE.

I avoided the temple tonight. I know it’s not real, but I thought if I avoided seeing it, I would feel more at ease. I can’t shake this terrible feeling, though--if I didn’t see it at the temple, how do I know it’s there?

Of course, that sounds stupid. It’s always been there. I’m not even sure it can leave, according to the legend--but of course, what does the legend matter if it’s just in my head? I keep picturing it around each corner I turn, waiting for me at the end of each dark hallway, ready to pounce whenever I open a door.

Some part of me wants to run back to the temple and confirm it’s still there behind the fence, not lurking in the shadows of my apartment. I’m not going to let myself give into the fear, though. I can’t let it get the best of me.

TWO.

I gave up. Today was my day off, so I was never obligated to leave the safety of my apartment. Still, the fear gripped me, dragging me down to the temple to confirm the worst.

There was nothing there when I arrived, as far as I could tell. At first, this terrified me--if it wasn’t there, it could be absolutely anywhere, right? The only comfort I could take was the realization that I had only ever seen it at night. The reasonable thing to do would be to go home and force myself to forget about it, but instead, I sat outside the fence for several achingly long hours, just waiting for a glimpse of its glowing halo somewhere inside.

Nothing. No sight of it, even well after the last glow of daylight had dipped below the horizon. I rushed home and hid under my blankets until morning.

ONE.

My father had been gone for three days prior to the discovery of the murders. However, his body was never found among the eight corpses in the temple’s basement. He always used to say how badly he wanted to see the rest of the world; he would homeschool me while we traveled, and we would always be home as long as we were together. If only we had the money to do it, he’d say. Money was the only thing stopping us.

It sounded perfect at the time. Just me and my dad, no loud classmates and overwhelming homework. I’d learn from the real world, just as he said. As I grew older without his influence, though, I started to leave that dream behind, just as my dad left me.

Still, even if I’m not traveling the world on a whim, I could never shake the need to get as far away from this town as possible. Get away from his memory.

The angel was outside my apartment tonight. Perched on a nearby tree to see into my window, it stared deeply at me, right into the tear in my soul. I could see in its hard gaze that it knew me, unlike any other person had. All in an instant, just at the blink of an eye, it could see my all my pain, my misery, my joy, my hopes--everything that made me who I am. I stared right back at it as I swung the window open, holding up a metal bat threateningly.

“I can give you what you want.” It groaned at me. Its voice was harsh but airy, its throat dried out and no longer meant for speech, and yet there was a tone of familiarity to it that only made my stomach churn. Still, it insisted on speaking, leaning in closer to speak my old name again.

I told it that’s not who I am anymore, and it only laughed before spreading out its glowing wings. “Who you are now and who you were before are of no concern to me. Make your choice soon, or none of it will matter at all.” It said before taking off. I watched it launch itself into the sky, but I lost sight of it almost instantly.

Instead, I set my sights on something else.

ZERO.

It wasn’t a hard choice to make, now that I saw everything in front of me clearly. I did put together a bag of clothes and food, but as I was walking through my front door, I threw the bag off my shoulders and let it land hard in the middle of the floor. There was only one thing I would need, I realized. Nothing else mattered--none of it ever mattered.

I stopped at work to buy it. A flash of worry spread across my manager’s face as I held the wooden handle firmly in my hands, telling him I wouldn’t be coming to work tomorrow--or ever again, in fact. I ignored his prying questions as I left the store for the final time.

It wasn’t easy getting past the fence to the temple, but when I finally stepped foot into the abandoned building, I felt a surge of dizzying energy around me. Everything was distant, even my own hands gripping the handle were miles away. The specks of dust that gently floated through the air were white noise on a television, the telltale sign of an absolute nothing, the manifestation of a lack of existence. The filler in our space between one place in time to the next. My life was just that; filler, nothing but biding my time from the last time I ever saw him until now.

That didn’t mean none of it mattered, of course. The deliberate call to attention to nothing in stark contrast to the presence of something can be absolutely vital. The negative space around a portrait provides context and depth to the thing your eye is ultimately drawn to. For the angel to laugh in my face as I declared who I am, dismiss the total nothing of my life, was an insult that cut deeper than it knew.

The cut went right through me. One minute it was there, and the next, blood flowed freely to the floor, pooling around my feet and sending me into a spinning haze. My axe clattered to the floor and I pressed my hand to the wound, where my arm used to be. The angel’s face split into a pleased grin while it accepted my offering. As it spoke my old name for the final time, I weakly retrieved my axe, heaving each painful breath and swaying as I stood upright.

“My name is Ramiel.” I spat through gritted teeth. “And I want your crown.”

The angel’s smile was gone in a second. “My crown?” It asked, lacing its fingers together thoughtfully. “Is it wealth you’re after?”

I stared into its numerous eyes wordlessly.

After a long few minutes of contemplation, the angel lifted the crown off its head. The black substance dripped unresisted down its face, mixing into my blood until we were surrounded by a sea of darkness. The crown was heavy as it carefully placed it upon my head, and as it took a step back to admire me proudly, it gave me a content smile. “You remind me of him,” it sighed fondly. With every ounce of strength I had left, I raised my axe high in the air.

“One more thing.” I said, relishing the way its eyes widened at me. “I want you to regret what I became.”

As I buried my axe into its skull, darkness sprayed everywhere until I was thrust into true nothing. A long, furious shriek pierced through my heart, blood spilling from my chest as I fell to my knees. My back burned white hot like the light that filled the endless void around me. The wings had taken their rightful place behind me, flapping wildly in defiance until slowly forming into a halo. I dragged myself up the stairs from the basement, existence slowly returning to me with each heavy step.

I took my perch on top of the temple, newfound power coursing through my veins. The static of my meaningless existence had ended. I occupied a new space, directly at the center of the world.

#original story #original writing #horror story

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jayascorner · 5 years

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you can’t take my place

tyler joseph x reader

(the title isn’t a joke lol)

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piper thompson. the basketball legend. well, at least up to the third quarter of the year.

she had been known school wide for the best basketball player on the varsity team, for a girl. she’s even better than some of the guys. the spotlight was always on her. and sometimes....people were jealous. whenever she got the ball everyone would cheer for her, knowing her name.

this was all until tyler joseph came along. then the saltiness came upon piper. ever since he came, she’s hated tyler’s guts. not just because he’s a basketball player, but also because he took her place being wickedly talented at it. that just made her so infuriated. she didn’t even bother to talk to him about it or even become basketball buddies with him. they could have been, but she judged the book by its cover.

and oh was she wrong about him

“hey piper! you playin’ basketball tonight?” a guy asks. piper is currently at her locker, finally closing it for the day.

“wow! somebody remembers i play basketball.” she scoffs.

“so...are you?” he asks once more.

“yeah. how’d you know?”

he gives her a look like she was stupid or something. “uhh because you’re wearing a jersey.”

she looks down at her feet. “oh. that.”

you see what i mean? it’s like she doesn’t exist in the world of basketball anymore. all because of that dumb tyler guy.

“yo tyler! good luck at the game! OH RIGHT!! YOU DON’T NEED LUCK!” another guy shouts from across the hall, as tyler just smirks triumphantly.

piper hears that from her locker and totally just gapes at him. he glances at her, but thinks nothing of it and walks away.

it’s kinda rare for both varsity girls and boys to play on the same day. that usually doesn’t happen.

but you know what that means? she can watch him and see if he really is that good. and you never know, he might see her.

but anyways, this is a total nightmare for piper.

her spotlight.

going to another guy.

not.

cool.

>:(

but maybe....

she can confront him!!!

...

...nah.

“hey mom!” she calls out as she comes in her house. it’s common for her to walk home, rather than taking the bus or driving. she is an athlete, after all, and it’s best for her to do the most beneficial things for her body.

she comes in the kitchen to see her mom making dinner. “hi honey. how was school today?”

piper sighs. “just as usual.” she says while putting her backpack down. “i just wish that stupid guy would leave the school.” she mutters

her mom looks up in shock. “WHO’S STUPID?”

“oh just this dude named tyler. he’s new to the school, but totally just took my spot. like nobody pays attention to me anymore. it’s like i don’t exist.” she complains, leaning against the counter.

“okay now we don’t call people stupid. and how did he take your spot?”

“apparently he’s really good at basketball. once everybody saw his talent, they left me back in the dust. i feel like they all forgot i even play basketball.”

“aww i’m sorry sweetie. sometimes life can be hard. just try to tough it out. or maybe you can talk to him. you never know, y’all could become friends.”

piper scoffs. “i doubt it. he’s playing tonight anyways.”

“then talk to him! i’m sure you have a lot in common!” she claps her hands once.

“but mommmmm. i don’t want to.” she whines.

“what? is he good looking or something?”

piper stops to think about that. she never pays attention to his looks. but she could say, he’s definitely not bad looking.

“i mean, kind of. i don’t know. but i’m not very fond of him so don’t get any ideas.” she walks over to the table to do homework at.

“how do you not like him? you haven’t even met him yet.”

she just frowns in response.

“oh. you’re salty.”

piper nods in response.

her mom sighs. “you know, you don’t need to be mad at him for any reason. he didn’t do anything. the best way to change your mind is to actually get to know him. anyways, dinners ready. if you want some.”

“i probably shouldn’t. i have a game in 30 minutes, i’ll eat after.” she says.

“alright.” her mom says.

after a few minutes, she is ready to go. but she still has some time to do homework, so that happens. and of course, she doesn’t finish all of it.

“you really need to wear those slides?” her mom asks.

piper looks down at her new f/c slides and frowns innocently. “yes. they keep my basketball shoes from getting dirty. you know we can’t walk on anything other than a court with those.”

“you could just bring another pair of shoes.”

“but with slides it’s easier because you can just slip them on. why are you so against me wearing these?”

“i’m not against them. i just don’t like them.” she says while putting her own shoes on.

“well i like them. so i’m gonna wear them.” piper smiles joyously. her mom mutters a ‘whatever’ and they leave.

~time skip~brought to you by jish and ty kissing each other’s shoulders (ik ik you could’ve read that wrong)

it’s far into the varsity girls game, aka piper’s game. she notices tyler on one of the top benches of the bleachers, but sadly tyler doesn’t notice her.

wait a sec...SADLY??

...what just happened?

there comes a time where they get a foul and piper has to shoot a free throw. of course she’s gonna make at least one of them. she always does. mostly she makes both. everyone is murmuring her name since they can’t distract the player. at least they remembers she’s a good player.

and of course ya gotta hear those dumb cheerleaders chanting. “hey you! at the free throw line. miss it, miss it!” AS LOUD AS THEY FREAKING CAN!

it’s totally rude to say that but i mean, it’s the other school.

and all piper can hear was her own voice in her head telling her how to shoot the ball. because for some reason, she would always think of the steps to shoot the perfect basket. it’s like those cliché moments in movies if you know what i’m saying.

of course she makes the first one, to her luck, getting her team another point.

by the time she shoots the second one, everybody cheers in excitement. nobody is surprised though. piper looks over to where tyler is sitting. he is clapping and seems pretty impressed.

tyler’s pov

do y’all know what’s boring? waiting for a basketball game, when you don’t have much friends to talk to.

but ever since i saw that girl make more that one three pointers and make both free throws, i started paying attention. it wasn’t as boring.

i believe her name is...pipe? wait- no. why would someone name their kid pipe? maybe it’s pie... pier?? no.. none of those are actual names. maybe...piper? that’s an actual name.

if that’s her name, it’s really pretty. but dude! she is wickedly talented at basketball! i could never. i’m quaking.

sometimes i see her in school, but she doesn’t look to be very fond of me. it seems as if she doesn’t like me or something. all the people i meet like me, well i mean they like me as a person. they all think i’m the best at basketball, when honestly, i think this piper girl is better than me.

i’ve also noticed that she’s really supportive of her team. most team members are supportive, but not like her. i think that’s really nice.

okay now i just wanna talk to her.

maybe she’ll stay for my game.

...eh probably not.

but just maybe!

oh yeah that’s right....

i’m singing the national anthem....

yay...

i really don’t know if people actually think i’m a good singer. i just came to this school like 2 weeks ago, and a lot has happened since then. first, they just let me on the basketball team for some reason. and let me remind you, that was way after tryouts were held.

and then, they just ask me to sing the national anthem. i sang like ONCE, and they were like ‘dudeee! you gotta sing for everyone. forget the instrumental track, we want you!’

seriously, i don’t get how everyone loves me all the sudden. oh except pipe. oh- i mean piper. man, i’m really bad with names. i’m still not entirely sure if that’s her actual name. anyways, the only time i saw her acknowledge me was like today, and she seemed completely offended by me. what did i do wrong, you ask? i don’t know what the heck i did wrong. i haven’t even spoken to her. i want to though. she looks pretty sick.

“tyler! come on!” the new coach (which happens to be my dad) yells. i notice that the girls’ game is almost over. my team is warming up, and i’m still on the benches! what is wrong with me...

i run over to my teammates and start warming up with them.

“bro what were you doing?”

i shrug. “just watching the game.”

“dude why? the girls are wimps!” one of them chimes in.

“no, not if one of them is a frikin’ beast at the sport. besides, they have one of the best coaches. i mean, besides my dad.” i say

“true...”

“yeah.” i said.

“but she’s not as good as you.”

i shake my head. “have you seen how many three pointers she’s made today?”

they all laugh. “yeah right man! girls don’t make three pointers!”

“gosh y’all are so sexist! she made at least 5. and that’s really good for a girl.” i say, starting to grow a bit annoyed at my mostly sexist teammates.

“oh whatever.” one says, while all of them scoff.

“tyler you’re up! go!” my dad said, as i realized that our game was just about to start. and yes, i’m singing the national anthem. not that i’m scared of singing in front of people, i’m okay with it, but i’m not the best with attention per say.

as i make it to my designated spot where the microphone is, i meet up with another dude that’s singing with me. i know he has a much deeper voice than me, so he’ll sing the low harmony. wait a sec...i already know this, we rehearsed it already.

i scan the crowd in hopes to see if piper might still be here, and to my surprise, she is in fact, still here. she’s on the very right of the bleachers, in the middle section.

it’s like she’s standing out to me, i don’t know how.

i have a higher vocal range than the average man. it just comes naturally. when the time comes, i open my mouth and the words start flowing out of my mouth to the music.

piper’s POV

we end up winning our game (hehe thanks to me). i asked my mom if i can stay for the boys game. don’t ask why. she said yes, so here i am waiting on the bleachers.

tyler joseph runs up to the mic with another dude that’s taller than him. “now will you all rise as we sing the national anthem.” the announcer says. everybody stands up, including me, and the boys start singing.

now i didn’t know that tyler could be a basketball champ, and a singer. because dang, he has a voice. this really reminds me of high school musical. he is a literal troy bolton!

and maybe you can be gabriella...

what? no! for one, i can’t sing, and two, gabriella didn’t play basketball in the movies.

ugh fine. worth a shot though.

yeah, a bad shot.

now let’s see if this guy is any good.

time skip :D

okay so yes, i can see what everybody is talking about. this dude it good as heck. man, you should have seen how much three pointer shots he got. there were a lot. seriously i need to talk to him, my mind changed. this guy sparks my interest, if you know what i mean.

right as i’m leaving the brown haired boy comes to me.

“um...can i help you?” i ask.

“are you piper?” he asks.

oh wow, how does he already know about me? do people still know who i am? did i not get kicked out of the spotlight?

“yes, and i’m assuming you’re tyler?”

“yeah, i just wanted to say good job tonight, it was pretty impressive.” he complements you.

“thanks, but i’m not nearly as good as you.” i say, and of course it’s true.

he flashes a smile at me, which is actually very charming. “thanks. but really, you should see yourself. you killed it.”

“but really, i could say the same about you.” i state, mimicking him.

“nah. anyways, it was pretty sick seeing you tonight.”

“yeah, see you later.” i say as i awkwardly walk away.

he’s nice, isn’t he?

THE END

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Girls Like You ; twenty-five

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“What the heck happened?!”

Chengcheng was finally ready to fall asleep when there was a banging on the door. He groaned and opened it only to find Zhengting standing there with a bloody nose.

“I fell,” he grumbles as he walks to the sink. He rinses away the blood.

“That’s a pretty nasty fall,” Chengcheng replies as he watches him. “Was it right into someone’s fist or-“

“I don’t get it, Chengcheng,” Zhengting stands up, holding a napkin to his nose. He pushes past him and starts to pace around the room.

“Don’t get what, Ge?”

“I don’t get her,” he seeths. “I mean, I’m here. I’m perfect for her and yet she wants to go fool around with Cai Xukun and suddenly he’s the one? What about me? I’ve been here for her since we were babies! She loves me just as much as I love her and yet she punches me in the face over Xukun? A guy she’s barley known for how long now?” Zhengting throws his free hand down in frustration. “It doesn’t even fucking make sense. She’s mine. I’m her’s. What else should there be to this?”

Chengcheng stares at him for a moment before he shakes his head. “Zhengting, if you truly loved her you would give her the space she needed. Don’t you see how lost she is right now? Why can’t you just set her free?”

Zhengting frowns. “What if she doesn’t come back to me?”

“Then she wasnt truly yours to start with,” Chengcheng bluntly explains. “When will you get it through your head that you can’t force her to feel a certain way about you? She’s gone through so much, Ting. The least you could do is let her breathe sometimes.”

“What do you know?” Zhengting scoffs. “Aren’t you like in love with her even a little bit?”

Chengcheng shakes his head and laughs coldly. He can’t believe that even now, Zhengting would throw something like that in his face. “Maybe I am, but the difference between you and I is that I’ve come to terms with how she feels about me in the moment and I never push her to reciprocate my feelings. I don’t switch up the amount of love I feel for her based on how much she gives me. Maybe if you learned to do the same, she would be less hesitant and just fall for you already.”

Zhengting stops and stares at him. He’s right and Zhengting knows it. He’s just annoyed that it’s coming from someone much younger than him.

“She needs someone to take care of her unconditionally,” Chengcheng says. “Why would you take Xukun away from her like that?”

“How did you-“

“I know a lot more than the two of you put past me,” he rolls his eyes. Zhengting takes a deep breath and sits on his bed. “Zhengting, you have to let her go.”

“I don’t,” he shakes his head. “As much as I should, I can’t bring myself to just let her go. I mean, I’ve been in love with her for as long as I remembered and when our future got threatened, I just - I freaked out, Chengcheng. I didn’t even know what to do last time and-“

“Last time?” Chengcheng scrunches his eyebrows together. “What do you mean by last time?”

“Nothing. Forget it,” Zhengting pushes past him.

Chengcheng stares at the ground, thinking over his words when it suddenly hits him at full speed. “You...You got her sent to Australia. Didn’t you, Zhengting?”

“What? No-“

“You were the ones who gave her parents the pictures,” Chengcheng states accusingly. “You got her taken away! For three years and acted like you knew nothing!”

“Chengcheng. Wait, I can explain-“

“Explain how fucked up you are?!” he booms.

“Chengcheng,” he grabs his arm. “I did what was best for her.”

Chengcheng shakes his grip away. “No,” he whispers. “You did what was best for you.” Before Zhengting can say another word, Chengcheng bolts out of the room to find her. He has to find her and make sure she’s okay.

She pounds on the door, irritated and angry. Ziyi is the one who opens it, his eyes bloodshot as he looks down at her. “Oh?” he mumbles. “What are you doing here, princess? It’s late.”

“Where is Xukun?” Her tone puts Ziyi off as he simply just steps aside. She sees him sitting on his bed, papers and books spread out around him. Yanjun is sitting on the opposite bed. It’s almost two in the morning and they’re working on homework. Xukun’s eyes go wide as he sees her state. “Tell me the truth!” she yells at him.

“Darling, what are you-“

“Xukun, please,” she begs. “My entire life is a mess right now and I need someone to tell me the truth.”

“Are you bleeding?” Xukun gasps, standing up as he sees her bloodied hand. She didn’t even notice the stain on her fist as Xukun grabs her wrist and leads her to the bathroom. He shuts the door behind them and lifts her up to sit on the counter as he runs the water. “There’s no cut but there is a bruise,” he mumbles before meeting her wild gaze. “Care to tell me why you have someone else’s blood on your hand?”

“I think I broke Zhengting’s nose,” she explains. “It was bleeding when I left.”

Xukun purses his lips and nods as he washes her hand gently. “Care to tell me why you punched him in the nose?”

“He deserved it,” she shrugs.

Xukun chuckles, “Of course he did.”

She stares at him as he continues to wipe away the blood. She cocks her head to the side and says, “Don’t you hate me?”

He glances at her before nodding his head and grabbing a towel to wipe her knuckles. “I’m not particularly fond of you at the moment but I still gotta soft spot for you, Huang. It just doesn’t seem to go away no matter what I do.” He looks up at her with a small smile playing across his lips. “It’s like every time you come to me whining, no matter how angry you are at me, I still want to fix your problem because I hate seeing you sad.”

She sighs, “Xukun. Can we talk?”

He ponders it for a moment, “You’re gonna actually let me talk this time or are you going to throw a fit and leave again?” She frowns, causing him to roll his eyes and smile. “Look, kid. I’m sorry for what I said up on the roof. I was just angry because you weren’t letting me speak.”

“You wouldn’t let me speak either,” she whines.

He rolls his eyes again, “But who did it first?” he crosses his arms. She sighs as he leans against the walls. “Go ahead. You first.”

She chews on her lip nervously. How does one just bring up a topic like this? How does she just tell him that she knows his entire career here was a lie. She leans back, her body touching the cold mirror, sending a shiver down her spine. “I know that you’re poor.” She cringes inwardly at her words. They weren’t the ones she imagined to use but it got the point across.

His face pales. “What? How do you - What do you mean? I don’t know what you’re talking about-“

“Zhengting told me you only wanted to be my friend in the beginning because you knew what I did for my friend Somi and how I got her into JYP. He told me about how my parents are letting you go here for free. Is that why you sell your notes and stuff? I thought it was because your father didn’t want to send you funds. I mean, I heard they had a company in Italy or something but-“

Xukun shakes his head, “How many other people know about this?”

“Just me, Zhengting and my brother,” she explains. “Nobody else. I promise but-“ she looks at him nervously. “How come you never told me, Xukun? I could’ve helped you. I could’ve-“

“I already told you since you first gave me those shoes,” he crosses his arms. “I don’t take hand outs. I hate them because everyone always expects something in return. You ask for a piece of gum and your friend expects you to give them one in return later. It works like that.”

“Xukun-“

“Your parents gave me enough,” he says. “They let me go to school here for free and in return, I have to give them my life,” he says. “You want the truth? In the beginning, I did want to be your friend just for the connections. Linong told me the benefits of being your friend and he’s the only one out of all of them who know my situation. The others...I’ve been so embarrassed to tell them. Not even Ziyi knows.”

“Why can’t you just tell them?” she asks.

“Because then they’ll feel bad and have pity for me. They’ll start paying for my meals or clothes or supplies and I just - I can’t be in more debt that I already am,” he explains. “And then your father...he came to me and told me that if I stopped seeing you, he would drop everything and said I could finally be set free.”

“He what?”

Xukun’s eyes widen once again. “I-I-“

“What did he tell you?” she frowns. “Don’t lie to me, okay?”

He looks down at the ground, ashamed. “He told me that if I stopped talking to you, I could break our contract. I wouldn’t have to pay him back or anything. I would get to live my life freely.” He shakes his head sadly. “It’s why I don’t sleep, you know? I work my ass off for scholarships and for the bigger companies to see me so that when I got out of here, I wouldn’t be drowning in debt. I just-“ he exhales through his nose and looks up at her. “I came from nothing. That’s why I used to have to steal chocolate. My family was so poor as I grew up and when my mom got sick...we couldn’t afford it anymore. We had to stop treatment. My dad worked three jobs to keep my mom alive and wanted me to become a lawyer so that I would never have to worry about these kinds of things.”

“Xukun,” she frowns.

“Maybe if I had been a little older, I could’ve saved her. You know?” Xukun sniffles. “Maybe I could’ve-“ he shakes his head, “I could’ve gotten a job or something, you know? I could’ve helped her.”

“Xukun,” she repeats.

“Do you hate me for what I did?” he asks. His eyes are filled with sadness. “I promise that I stopped faking it once I started to get to know you. I actually do have feelings for you.”

“I know, baby,” she says as she pulls him into a hug. “I know. I care about you too.”

He shuts his eyes tightly. “I’m so tired,” he whispers. “I’m tired of having to lie to them but I just-“

She hushes him again and hugs him tighter. “That’s show business, Kun. It’s okay.”

“I used you.”

“You didn’t,” she says.

Xukun pulls away and looks at her. “I was going to take the offer,” he tells her. “I thought that it would benefit us both. I wouldn’t have to pay your parents back and you would have it easier. You would get to focus on dance and go on to greater things,” he explains. “I would let you go and hope that someday, we would cross paths again.”

She sighs and leans against the mirror, “If you want to take the offer then you can take it,” she says. “I’ll understand.”

“But I don’t want the stupid offer. I want you,” he explains. “I deserve to have you. I know that now.”

“Xukun,” she smiles. “You should take the offer.”

“But what about you?” he frowns. “Who’s going to take care of you?”

“I can take care of myself,” she says.

“No you can’t,” he replies stubbornly. “You care too much about the people around you. That’s why you want me to take this offer, don’t you?”

She caresses his cheek, “I want you to be taken care of. That deal my parents gave you-“

“I think I love you,” he spurts out suddenly. “I know we haven’t known each other long and to be honesty, I’m not really sure how this love thing goes but if I had to learn it with anyone, I would hope it would be with a girl like you.” She stares at him with wide eyes. Xukun loves her? He just hated her a couple of months ago. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. That was really selfish of me. I’m sorry-“

He’s cut off when he feels her lips on his. It’s not how he planned for their first kiss to go - in a bathroom after a long night of confessions - but he realizes that it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had her in his arms, even if it were for a moment. He shuts his eyes and pulls her closer to him, her legs wrapping around his waist. He grins into their kiss and silently hopes that this is what love feels like.

But, their moment only lasts for just that moment as there’s a small tap on the door. Xukun pulls away from her as she wipes her mouth and his eyes go wide when he sees Chengcheng standing there with tears staining his cheeks.

“Cheng,” she frowns, hopping down. “What happened?” He doesn’t even answer. Instead, he pulls her into a tight hug. She smiles at him. “Common, let’s get you to bed. Okay?”

“Don’t leave again,” he whispers into her hair.

“Okay,” she nods. “Let’s just go take you to bed.”

“I’ll come with,” Xukun says. He nods to Ziyi and leads the two of them out.

They don’t really speak on the way there but Chengcheng is sure to keep an arm around her. When they enter the room, Xukun plops down on the couch and lets the girl take Chengcheng to Minghao’s room.

“Go to bed,” she tells him.

He sighs and flips on his side, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she scrunches her eyebrows.

“Because you’re the one having the bad day and you’re still taking care of me,” he explains.

“I’ll be fine, kid,” she sighs.

He stares at her for a second before saying, “Jie?” She hums and looks down at him while she readjusts the blanket on him. “You should pick yourself,” he says.

She smiles, “I know.”

“And if picking yourself means picking Xukun then you should,” he says.

“I think I should pick you this time. No?” she teases.

Chengcheng sits up, “I’m serious, Jie. Xukun has good intentions.”

She purses her lips. “How is my little brother lucky enough to have a best friend like you?” He blushes at the comment. “He’s so lucky to have you to learn from.”

“He has you too,” he defends.

“But I had Zhengting to learn from,” she says. “Which is why it’s so hard for me to pick myself sometimes.” Chengcheng frowns as he lays back down in bed. “Xukun has to pick himself too, you know. But if he does that, he can’t pick me.”

“It’s not fair,” he mutters.

She smooths his hair and nods. “It’s not. A lot of things in life aren’t fair. But that’s how we learn, isn’t it?” she smiles. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m always worried about you, Jie,” he says. She sighs and stands up to leave when Chengcheng stops her one more time. “Minghao is really lucky to have you too,” he says again. “Your heart is so strong for someone who has been through so much.”

She smiles and looks back at him. “I love you, Chengcheng. Goodnight.” And with that, she shuts the door and looks out to see Xukun fast asleep on the couch. She decides then that she’ll just fall asleep too. Everything can wait. For now, she’ll squeeze in next to Xukun and let herself fall for him just a bit harder before the sun rises.

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