#light hurt/comfort

[10liver]

Kirishima fucks up and Bakugou and Kaminari are there to sweep up the mess and fix you out of your feels.

Cw; fluff, Café worker au, light hurt/comfort.

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You and Kirishima had been friends throughout middle school, and it stayed that way. The light and happy feeling of being with your best friend. The soft smiles and the silly laughs, it felt great. Heavenly even. That was how it was.

Until you introduced them.

"Hey, I'm Mina Ashido! I've seen you around before, haven't I?" She said with a bright smile before sticking her hand out to the blank spikey haired boy.

Kirishima froze before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck with a smile, "O–Oh, yeah! Nice to meet you, I'm Eijiro Kirishima." He replied with a sheepish grin.

You watched silently at the greeting, smiling at the smooth greeting, it seemed pretty nice. You were somewhat excited, you were thinking of being the awesome trio at Mustafa Private Middle School.

But that wasn't the case. Not at all. You never expected to be the one left out on hangouts let alone left behind. You never thought you'd be the one to feel that prickling pang of jealousy and pain as you watched your bestfriend and your other friend laugh and share a popcorn bucket at the movies. You were stuck on the end side as both of them sat by eachother, laughing and giggling at the movie loud enough for several people to give them dirty looks.

It wasn't as fun when you were on the butt end of it, was it?

This went on and on, and each time, you felt little bits and pieces of your enjoyment that was there before, shatter and fly away. It hurt, so bad, more than anyone could imagine. And it didn't help that you liked your bestfriend too.

You sighed before getting up off of the round, metal Café chair and grabbing your belongings. You had been mulling and thinking too much. People had offered you several little snacks when they caught you shedding a couple tears, which made you feign a smile. But the thankfulness and prick of gratefulness didn't last forever, which is why you decided it was better to just sulk at home and not embarass yourself.

You were about to ditch the Café before you heard someone yell. You whipped your head back at the voice, which was apparently the Café counter.

"Hey, you." A blonde guy called out with both palms on the counter as he looked at you. You glanced around before pointing at yourself and slightly tilting your head.

The worker nodded and grinned, "Yeah, you, c'mere." He motioned for you to come closer before dipping behind the small glass panel that slightly hid the drink he pulled out from behind it.

You slowly walked closer, clearly confused on why you were called out. Maybe it was because you stayed too long. You really didn't hope so, you were definitely in no mood to get an earful.

"On the house, hate seein' pretty people like you sob in here." The blonde said before sliding a [Favorite drink] to you with thin caramel lining that made up a small happy face.

You stared at him for a brief minute before pursing your lips, trying to decide if this was worth your smile right now or not. If you could even muster up one.

But, after a couple seconds, your body decided for your as a warm smile tugged at your lips causing an instant reaction from the blonde boy as his grin got wider.

"I– T.. Thank you." You said softly, taking the drink and pulling it closer before taking a sip and immediately feeling a tad better than you had before.

He tipped his little worker visor before flashing his amber eyes down at you with a soft smirk. "The names Kaminari. Denki Kaminari." He said softly.

You chuckled quietly, "[L/N], [F/N] [L/N]." Kaminari perked up before snatching an order paper and grabbing a pen from the table and writing down his number.

He slid it against the table towards you with a soft grin, "Use it however you please." He mumbled softly before making soft eye contact with you.

"Dunce face, God damn it! You better not be flirting with another customer again." A voice boomed from the back before a loud slam was heard. Everyone, including you and Kaminari whipped their heads over to whatever made that noise.

Another worker came from behind the wall before his eyes instinctively met the front of the counter, soon finding their way up to your slightly flushed, puffy face and just as puffy eyes.

He sucked his teeth before dipping back behind the wall and coming out with a duck themed sugar cookie and sliding it across the counter before stopping right in front of you.

"Damn Bakugou, didn't expect you to be the–" The darker blonde was quickly cut off with a cough as the other worker shoved an elbow into his abdomen, effectively shutting him up.

"Don't be goin' to a Café just to mope around n' not buy anything. That's just bs." The ash-blonde mumbled the last part before going back behind the wall with his hands shoved in his Café designed apron.

Your eyes followed him until he was no longer in sight, you were clearly slightly baffled with the mixed signals. Your attention was quickly snagged away from the ash-blonde to the Darker blonde that was clutching onto his stomach.

"Don't mind him, he's always like that." He wheezed out, giving his best attempt at a grin as he stared at you for a moment.

You chuckled for a moment before clearing your throat and straightening up as your expression took one of worry and concern, "Are– Are you.. alright?"

"Don't worry, 'm fine– He always does this." He spoke before coughing and straightening up. He cleared his throat before smiling warmly. "What I think Bakugou over there was tryna say is, don't be upset, everything's gonna turn out fine. Well, whatever youre goin' through will be." He shrugged with a hum sounding like the words 'I don't know.'

You smiled softly before nodding, "If that's the case, send him my thanks." You gave a farewell nod before turning around and making your way towards the Café doors.

"Will do." Was the last thing you heard before the small bell at the top of the double glass doors rang. You felt lighter than before, a little out of the dumps. You glanced down at the drink and little snack with a soft smile before taking a sip.

Maybe today wasn't going to be as bad.

And from that day on, you became a regular, always going back to that same Café to see those very blondes. At one point, they began to memorize your favorite drinks almost by heart just by simple glance at your expression.

You'd always pick the table closest to the counter so they'd always have the chance to start up small talk at times, and Kaminari took all the chances he could get.

Bakugou on the other hand, acted as if he didn't want you there which would normally hurt– if he didn't occasionally sneak you a couple cookies and small cups of whip cream.

"So how is our lovely regular doing today?" Kaminari asked with a soft grin as his chin resting in the palm of his hand for support atop the soft beige marble counter.

"I'm doing okay." You replied, making your way to the blonde as your other favorite blonde walked around behind Kaminari while making drinks for the other stray customers.

"Glad to hear." He beamed you a closed eye grin before spinning on his heel and making his way over to the drink station. Presumably to make your drink.

"Whaddya think you're doing, idiot. Go talk to them, I'm making the damn drink already." A harsh whisper was heard from Bakugou as his hands quickly worked at what looked to be a latte.

Kaminari silently mocked him before rolling his eyes and walking back to you. His expression shifted to one of softness as he saw you glancing up at their temporary sanrio menu.

"Thinkin' of buying one of those chibbi thingies from our menu today?" He asked, placing both of his palms on the edges of the counter as he leaned forward ever so slightly.

You pursed your lips in thoughts before smiling softly and nodding, "Yeah, can I get a... [Favorite sanrio character] themed bubble tea? Along with a [F/S/C] sugar cookie?"

"Coming right up beautiful." He responded with a wink before dipping in slightly behind the wall and shouting your order to Bakugou. Whom responded with a very vocal, "Don't yell at me, damn extra!"

You chuckled before glancing behind you at the sound of the little bell ringing as people entered. You were always a nosey one.

And then, your heart dropped.

You watched in slight horror and both Kirishima and Mina walked inside the Café arm in arm with cheerful smiles. You practically froze in place as you slowly turned your head towards the counter, praying to every deity there was that they wouldn't recognize the back of your head.

"Woah, what's wrong with you?" Kaminari questioned, cocking a brow as he stared at you with your sugar cookie in hand. His expression started to lace with concern as you remained silent and frozen.

"[L/N]–" You quickly shut him up before he could finish calling out your name by sending him a death glare that could send a small shiver down Bakugou's spine.

Kaminari quickly stayed silent before hesitantly glancing behind you to welcome the new customers before he too, froze in place.

He laughed nervously before pursing his lips, "Oh– Uh, hey! Your shift started 5 minutes ago [False name], come on." He ushered you over to the little gate stiffly, and you quickly complied.

You quickly, yet semi cautiously made your way over to the gate before pushing your body into it as it allowed you inside. You booked it behind the wall that always hid the rest of the small storage area only to be met face first into a thick pole.

"What the hell?! The fuck're you doin' back here? And watch where you're going!"

You glanced up at said pole that had two drinks up in the air as he beamed you a confused scowl. You quickly backed up before placing a hand over his mouth and glancing behind you where Kaminari stiffly took the pair's order.

Bakugou stayed still for a moment before placing both drinks on a nearby counter and grabbing your wrist. "What the fuck is going on." He said in a harsh whisper.

"The– Youknowthosepeopleitoldyouaboutthatleftmeforeachotherafteriintroducedthem?yeahwelltheyrehereandkaminarihel–"

"God damn it– Slow down idiot!" Bakugou said as he covered your mouth with his hand. He sucked his teeth before slowly retracting his hand from your mouth.

You remained silent for a moment before taking a calming breath and looking up at him, "Remember when I came in here crying?"

"Yeah, you looked like a fuckin' pimple with all that puffiness." He teased with a grin before clearing his throat and allowing you to continue.

You gave him a sharp look before huffing and continuing, "Well that reason why I was crying is here and talking to Kaminari."

Bakugou thought for a moment before pursing his lips in hesitancy. His expression of thought quickly turned into a narrow one as he shoved you out of the way and left from behind the wall.

You watched in terror as Kaminari tried to hold Bakugou back from blowing the whole counter along with Kirishima and Mina away. If this was a clean show, all you'd be hearing was that annoying beep.

"Bakugou– C'mon bro, fuck! Calm down!" Kaminari shouted, holding Bakugou by his the crooks of his neck as the ash-blonde's hands started sparking and popping. All you could hear was loud, violent I'll kill yous and Bastards along with streams of something that sounded like it could come out of Satan's mouth himself.

"Bakugou.." You said under your breath, walking slightly towards the chaos behind the counter. Both blonde's heads whipped towards your direction and froze.

What you didn't know, was that you walked a bit too far and you were now in view for both Mina and Kirishima to spot you and also freeze.

By now, all customers either began recording or scrambled away as far as they could from the very lively Café. But that was the least of your worries the moment you heard his voice.

"[Name]..?"

Your head whipped towards the voice with an expression that could break a man's pride. And well, it did. Throughout all Bakugou's stream of curses, all you could hear was Kirishima's small curses about how crazy your blondes were.

You stared at him as if he were crazy, insane, an outcast, like he didn't belong, like you didn't know who he was, like you disgusted by him, like you hated him. At this point, you could care less about the terrified Mina behind him, the only thing that went through your mind was the betrayal and the fact Bakugou lashed out on someone on his shift. For you.

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get out."

"[Nam]–"

"Get. OUT."

All eyes and phone cameras were on you now, your shout having gained the attention from everyone. You pointed towards the double glass doors and sent him a glare of despair and hatred.

Kirishima recoiled at your sudden volume before Mina stepped in front of him and looked at you with confusion and sorrow. "[Nickname], what's going on with you..?"

You ground your teeth within your mouth briefly before turning away from her and walking behind the wall again. All you could hear afterwards was Kirishima beginning to call your name before getting stopped by a loud slam on the counter and a loud "Get the fuck out."

You sat quietly on a chair in the corner as you stared blankly at the wall infront of you. You counted atleast 104 cracks in the wall and about 3 faded ash marks on that very same chunk of wall.

"[Name]."

You flinched at the sound of your name before instantly calming down at the sight of Kaminari and Bakugou standing by you.

"Are you– Are you okay?" Kaminari said softly, coming closer to you and placing a warm hand on your shoulder as his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

Bakugou came closer before shoving his hands in his pocket and leaning against the wall in front of you with a soft scowl. "If you're worried about those bastards, I scared 'em off 5 minutes ago. Damn extras are so damn persistent."

You chuckled softly for a second at his last remark before clearing your throat and glancing up at both Kaminari and Bakugou. You slowly nodded before sighing, "Yeah.. Yeah, I'm okay. But, I just– I just wanna thank you both for what you did back there.. Helping me and stuff.. Just– Thank you. I really appreciated it."

"Don't be getting all sappy on me now, [Name]." Kaminari teased before ruffling your hair and grinning softly at you. "Plus, it was the least we could do for our favorite customer. Don't tell Amari I said that, she always tips me an extra five bucks whenever she comes here."

You laughed for a moment before smiling softly at both of them, "Noted." You let out another content sigh, feeling lighter than you did during the scenes of drama.

"Tch. Whatever, they deserved it. Wasn't like I was doin' it for you anyway, I got a lotta pent up rage dealing with those damn complaintent customers." Bakugou scoffed before turning his head away to look off to the side. "N' don't worry bout the Café cause I know damn well you will. Our manager will deal with the shit that comes with our mishap."

You couldn't help your smile as it widened at Bakugou's choice of words. After becoming a regular and always speaking with the two, you've come to learn what Bakugou truly means with his words. And this one meant, you're welcome and it's okay.

You stood up slowly before turning towards Kaminari and standing in front of him, just keeping eye contact before wrapping him up in a tight hug.

He grunted quietly in shock before grinning and instantly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "God, I thought I'd never be able to do this." He whispered.

After a couple moments of content, you slowly pulled away and grinned at Bakugou, who was scowling harder than he was earlier.

You laughed before leaping forward and wrapping your arms around Bakugou's neck in a warm, happy hug. Bakugou grunted as well, a little louder than Kaminari before scoffing and hugging you back tighter with his arms around your waist.

"You're welcome nerd." He whispered in your ear as he leaned his head towards the crook in your neck.

Kaminari stood there with his hands on his hips, giving Bakugou an I-know-you-feel-it-too look before straightening up and clearing his throat as Bakugou glared at him.

You and Bakugou had a little bit of a longer moment as you both hugged in silence before you pulled away. He took the chance to ruffle your hair before shoving his hands in his pocket and leaning back against the wall.

"So.. whose up for a festival night?" You ask with a soft grin.

#ao3 #fanfic #my writing #bnha #anime #oneshot #bakugou x reader #mha #kaminari x reader #kirishima eijirou #mina ashido #cafe #different au #non hero au #fluff #angst #light angst #light hurt/comfort #gn reader #gender neutral reader #teenagers

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Pretty Things (Part 4)

Paring:Aris x female reader

Summary:After saving Aris, you try to pretend nothing ever happened.

Being awake, Y/N had been saved by Newt. Still, there was something she had to do. She would save Aris if it was the last thing she did. The way they had left things was unacceptable. 

Because even if it hurt, him not being there hurt far more.

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For six months Minho, Sonya, and Aris had been trapped in WCKD's clutches. And for those six months the entire Safe Haven, Y/N definitely included, had been planning to get them out. It was a long shot, but if it would get them the people they love back everyone was willing to take it. Nobody was going to be left behind this time. They swore it.

Well, they could try. 

Because they did get two people back. Minho however was still trapped in that hell. That information just wasn't out in the open yet. All they knew about was that Sonya and Aris were safe with them.

Currently, Y/N remained on the floor beside Aris. With a rag, she gently wiped the dried blood from his face. Naturally wincing and pulling away as the cloth made contact with his injuries, he still sensed her gaze strictly on him. Opening his eyes, he saw the frown on her face as she kept the rag in her hand. Giving in, he let her do the same to his cheek.

Having her so close brought memories. While they had taunted him while he was captured, it was like they were reenacting what had destroyed them.

"I'm trying to be gentle,"Y/N apologized, mistaking the frown on his lips to be from the physical pain. He didn't know how to say it was because he regretted everything that happened before they got separated. Now he didn't know what they could do to fix it. What would become of them?

"I thought about you a lot in there, you know? I had a lot of time to think about things I didn't want to,"He settled on. She froze at his words, and it took her a minute to regain her composure and clean his lips. The lips she had kissed six months, two weeks, and four days ago. Not that she had counted. 

At least, that's what she told herself.

She had though. She didn't mean to, but when he was the only thing she could think about fighting it was no use.

At least, that's what she told herself.

"I'm glad you're okay,"She whispered, ignoring his statement. 

"You and I have to talk,"He sighed. Unable to handle that right now, she made sure he was physically okay before leaving. He stared at her as she walked out like nothing had happened. 

Because there was nothing else he could do for them. When the others filled the room, he knew that only became more true.

#aris jones #tmr aris #the maze runner #one shot #tmr #fanfic series #light hurt/comfort #part 4/5 #aris x reader

[italiansteebie]

Almond Croissant

Also on AO3

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Steve woke up, it was dark in his apartment. This startled him a little bit but when his eyes met his bat, he felt relief and safety wash over him. He sighs and heaves himself out of bed, getting ready for the morning shift at family video. He’s grateful Robin’ll be there with him today, not wanting to work with Keith anymore.

He can’t take anymore smacking lips and beratement from the guy, especially when he’s apologized genuinely more than twice. He just. Doesn’t understand why the guy dislikes him so much. But maybe it’s his lack of social queues, maybe he’s missing something. He makes a mental note to ask Robin about it, she’s a little more in tune when it comes to other people, not so much herself. 

He makes his way through his apartment, stopping by his closet, throwing on his vest, running a hand through his hair, and making his way out the door. He grabs his keys and his backpack, and walks down the stairs to his Beemer. While he’s driving he decides he is going to stop and get breakfast at a local bakery for him and Robin. He picks out a few pastries, and calls it good. He pays and continues on his way to work. 

He reaches into the paper bag with his free hand and starts munching on a blueberry muffin, he quickly becomes ravenous, just realizing how hungry he is. He racks his brain, trying to remember the last time he ate, he wishes his body would just tell him when he’s hungry. Maybe he should have the kids call him periodically and remind him to eat, they owe him some service, you know? He’s brought back to reality as a tickling cough makes its way out of his throat. He shrugs and deems it the allergens in the air. He pulls into work, parking and getting out of his car, and the cough is still there. ‘Maybe I’m getting sick,’ he thinks, and pushes open the door, waving hi to Keith, who just glares at him, and clocks in. 

Robin walks in shortly after, shooting over to Steve as she sees the bag of pastries on the counter, he smiles, a few crumbs from the muffin he’s yet to finish, tumbling out. “Gross, dingus. You got crumbs all over the counter!” He smiles sheepishly, “Sorry Robs, I’ll clean it up,” his voice comes out scratchy and he rubs his throat. She gives him a quick concerned glance before rolling her eyes and grabbing a paper towel to wipe away the crumbs. She reaches into the bag pulling out a croissant and bites into it. It’s good, sweet and nutty, but before she can start to enjoy it, her eyes widen. “Hey Steve,” he hums at her, “You feelin’ okay, bud?” He takes a minute to think about it, and then shrugs. “I felt okay this morning but my throat’s kind of scratchy now.” He admits.

Robin nods slowly, trying to keep her panic to a minimum, “Remember when you were over at my house that time and my mom made us almond cookies? And you forgot you were allergic ‘til you started throwing up?” He nods, confused as to why she’s bringing this up. “Do you happen to have an epi pen on you?” she continues, “Yeah. I carry one everywhere now because of that.” She breathes in deeply. “Okay, so tell me. What kind of croissant is this?” She asks, and she can see the gears start turning in his head, “...Almond?” He responds weakly, and she nods. “We gotta go.” He rushes out, noticing the tightening in his chest getting progressively worse. Robin snatches his keys out of his pocket and pulls him out the door, “I thought you didn’t have a license,” He wheezes out, and she gives him a look that says, “Are you being serious right now?” He waves a hand, motioning for her to just forget it. 

She pulls out of the driveway and drives a little haphazardly towards the hospital. Steve reaches around to his backpack, grabbing the epinephrine out of the front pocket, and warns Robin to look away, always considerate of everyone else before himself. Which is annoying, but in this moment she’s grateful that she can focus on driving to the hospital, she can’t do that if she’s having a panic attack. He sticks himself, hissing as the needle pierces his skin. He breathes deeply, chest constricting further, he chokes out a “Can you drive a little faster, Rob? The epi only works so much.” And that. Oh that’s scary. Steve doesn’t ask for help.

She pulls into the hospital parking lot, circling the car and helping Steve out, holding onto him with a tight grip as they make their way to the emergency room doors. She feels him stop, and gently pulls on him without looking, until she hears wet splashing behind her. She turns and sees that Steve is bent over heaving as his body rejects the objects. “Fuck.” She whispers, “Uh. Okay. Steve? Steve. I;m going to go get help okay… Just stay here.” She says and starts running towards the entrance, not looking back, just trying to get help as fast as she can. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit.” She huffs as her feet hit the ground, pushing open the doors she shouts, “Help! Help! My friend, allergic, ate nuts, help.” She heaves, pointing to the parking lot. From her place in the lobby she can see Steve fully laying on the ground now, and the nurses spring into action. There’s a voice over the P.A. system, and there's a team rushing out the doors to aid Steve, who’s trying to come to terms with dying 10 feet in front of a hospital. It feels like it’s been hours, though Robin knows it's only been 15 minutes.  Logistically, she knows Steve will be just fine, having taken the epinephrine and them reaching the hospital as fast as they could, but she breaks down anyway. Tears stream down her face as she watches the doctors wheel Steve back on a stretcher. 

The nurses take pity on her, rubbing her arm gently, saying “Honey, your boyfriend is going to be okay.” Her face twists up at the mention of Steve being her boyfriend, but she doesn’t have any intentions of correcting them at the moment. It is an hour before they let her see him, within that time she’d called Dustin, who showed up 5 minutes after receiving the news. They go back together, and when they reach his room, they take a simultaneous deep breath. Inside, Steve’s sitting up in his bed looking, well. Like shit, but better than before. He makes eye contact with Robin, before stuttering, “I- I am so sorry. I’m. I’m really trying to be better about that stuff but I hadn’t eaten, and when I bit into the muffin I realized I was so hungry. I didn’t even consider…” He sniffles a few tears leaking out. He hates being vulnerable like this, especially in front of Dustin, but the exhaustion from anaphylaxis is making it extremely hard to mask. Robin shakes her head, “Steve. It’s okay, really. I know you’re trying to be better, trust me. I get how hard it is,” She smiles sadly.  “I just wanted to get you breakfast…” He trails, Robin sighs an “I know.” at him, walking forward and grabbing his hand. Dustin is still standing by the door, looking at him. “I didn’t know you were allergic to almonds… I could’ve killed you.” He whispers, and Steve laughs at this. “Dustin. I would have killed myself before you ever even came close to killing me,” He says, reaching his free hand out for him. “Besides, you’re so smart. I’d put just as much trust in you as any of these doctors.” And Dustin goes all sheepish at this comment, waving a hand, “Pssssh. Whatever, Steve.” He says, a small smile gracing his face. Steve turns serious for a moment, “You should both know that I am also asthmatic.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington angst #stranger things #best friend robin #robin buckley #dustin henderson #best friend dustin #autistic steve harrington #autistic robin buckley #anaphylaxis #Steve whump #light hurt/comfort #very important

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Calm Before the Storm

Summary: Ada was invited to spend some time in a seaside cottage, and she hoped Hecate would join her.

4,050 words

When Ada Cackle was promoted and appointed a headmistress after her mother retired, Ada received letters of congratulations from many other headmistresses across the country. She intended to write back to everyone to remain in good relations with other headteachers. One of the letters was delivered in a tightly packed envelope, to the point that Ada struggled to take the letter out of it. The envelope ripped enough for Ada to pull out a letter similar to the other ones, but apart from that there was a folded card inside.

She opened the card to read the inscription. "We are happy to invite Miss Ada Cackle for a summer holiday week at our cottage by the sea. The cottage in the Thistle Village is a perfect destination for quiet holidays and is only three hours by broom from your Academy. The invitation is for two adult witching persons and requires written confirmation."

At first Ada wanted to decline the invitation, partially because it felt like she was receiving an award for becoming the headmistress even though her new term hadn't even started, and feared that she would not meet the expectations, and thus the reward would feel like she didn't deserve it; and partially, because she was going to spend her summer with Miss Hardbroom, who was going to stay in the castle with her for the whole summer. She put the invitation away with the other letters to respond later, as she couldn't bring herself to simply decline.

She was sure the invitation was a nice gesture and she didn't want to make the witch who sent it think she wasn't grateful. But it wasn't entirely truthful. She didn't want to upset the witch, but she also couldn't stop thinking about the cottage by the sea, the calm of the beach in the morning and late night, the sound of waves crashing against the shoreline, the smell of the sea and the feel of humidity in the air. She wouldn’t have to worry about it if she could simply convince Miss Hardbroom to go with her. Unfortunately, there was a risk she would be met with rejection. Surely the deputy had already made plans and wouldn't want to travel alone with Ada, and not to the seaside, as Hecate didn’t care much for the beach. Maybe Ada wasn't supposed to go for a holiday after all. She was hoping to forget about the invitation for a while as she went to the library for some light reading material.

In the library, was Miss Hardbroom, who was meticulously checking that every book lent to the girls during the term was on the shelf and she didn't have to send a letter to any of the parents asking to return it. This was usually the job of the previous deputy headmistress, who was Ada, however with the latest promotion there were more pressing matter she had to attend, and Alma Cackle's rather sudden retirement didn't leave a lot of time for Hecate to catch up with her new responsibilities.

Thankfully for Hecate, everything so far looked orderly enough, with some of the books only being returned to the wrong spot, but not missing. Perhaps, after all, Miss Cackle did find the time to attend to this duty. Perhaps Hecate was anxious about her new position and wanted to familiarise herself with all aspects of her new role, including all the paperwork she would have to fill next term and didn't want to simply learn on the go, as she didn't want to make any mistakes.

"Am I interrupting you?" Miss Cackle's voice said in a half whisper. She always had respect for the books and so she kept her voice quiet, even though there was nobody else in there but the two of them.

"Not at all, I was just about to put the files away." She replied instantly and did as she said, putting the folder in the drawer and locking it with a spell.

"I came here to find a distraction but I don't want to ruin the work you just did." She said, hinting at wanting to find a book.

"It would not be a problem. I trust you would return the book in a timely manner." There was a slight smile on Miss Hardbroom's lips, which Ada returned.

"I was trying to take my mind off of something but maybe I could talk to you about it instead, if you don't have anything else awaiting your attention." Ada said and suddenly felt silly for asking her deputy for a chat. But Hecate didn't seem to mind.

"Would you like to discuss it here or somewhere more suited for a conversation?"

"Let's go to my office, then." It had only been Ada's office for a day, but she knew it like the back of her hand, having been the daughter of a previous headmistress, then working there as a teacher when she completed her teaching college degree, and then a deputy for the last few years.

In the office there was a slight change, a pair of soft armchairs and a coffee table in place of hard wooden chairs for the previous Miss Cackle's office's guests. Ada received the gift from her mother, who heard Ada mention it a couple of times in the passing. Alma wanted to make sure the office was Ada's and not hers anymore, and that she could do anything with it within reason.

"Please, sit down." Ada gestured to one of the armchairs as she turned to the counter where tea was brewing. She put the teapot and teacups on a tray and brought to the table. "Don't be alarmed, dear. It's not a very serious matter." It did the exact opposite to Hecate, who wasn't worried before when Ada asked her for a chat. Ada sat down in the other chair and started pouring tea. "Miss Opal from the Opal Academy invited me to spend a week in a seaside cottage and I don't have a clue about what I should do.”

Hecate stilled, the teacup she was bringing to her lips didn't quite reach them. Ada was going away, after she told Hecate she would stay in the castle with her. But Hecate didn't have any business to become upset as Ada was free to do as she pleased. "You're going to accept it, are you not?"

There was a small sigh on Ada's part. "I wanted to decline at first, I don't know how I feel about leaving for a holiday just after I was appointed headmistress." Hecate raised her eyebrow. "The more I think about it, the more appealing it sounds. I don't travel that often and I might not have an opportunity like this any soon."

Hecate twisted her lips into a small smile. "You should go." Ada smiled back, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. She was looking at Hecate a little longer than it would seem polite, almost as if she was trying to say something. "What is it?" Ada made a subtle gesture with her fingers and the card appeared right before Hecate.

Hecate read it one or two times before Ada spoke again. "It's an invitation for two. I understand if you have other plans or simply don't wish to, but I was wondering if you wanted to go with me." Ada said in one breath, her toes curled as she awaited her response.

Hecate put her teacup back on the table and looked down. "I don't know if I would be good company."

Ada was a bit taken aback by this. "I enjoy spending time with you, Hecate, and I would be delighted if you chose to do this with me. Unless you'd rather stay here." I don't know if it would be worth doing without you, she wanted to say but kept that part to herself.

Hecate felt warmth coming from Ada's words. She pondered the question for a moment, but she didn't want to keep Ada waiting for too long. "Very well. When are we departing?" Ada beamed at her. She wanted to lounge at Hecate and wrap her arms around her but instead curled her hands into fists in excitement.

Ada didn't want to appear at the doorstep of the cottage unexpectedly. She sent a letter back to Miss Opal, confirming she was going to accept the invitation. It gave both her and Hecate some time to prepare for the journey. Ada packed her summer clothes along with some sweaters for cooler days, and made a note to pick up her sunhat on the way out. Hecate struggled with choosing what to put in her bag, as she wasn't sure if she had anything appropriate for the beach. She found some clothes that were the lightest by her standard, and hoped for the best. The morning of their flight, they met in Ada's office for a cup of tea, discussing some last minute details. "It would be prudent to check the weather." It was mentioned at some point, but clear skies indicated nothing would stand in their way. When Hecate left to finish packing, Ada took the last sip of her tea. She put the cup away, not planning on reading the leaves. It should be fine, she thought.

The broomstick flight took about as long as the invitation stated, with a minor delay at the very end. The wind was picking up and pushing the witches away, making it harder to fly in a straight line. "What should we do?" Hecate asked, but the wind was making it impossible for Ada to hear anything. She could only assume what Hecate was asking and pointed with the tip of her broomstick, indicating they were going to continue their flight.

When they finally arrived, they were flushed and were gasping for air. "At least we were close." Ada murmured. She looked away and grimaced, feeling guilty for making Hecate go through the last part of the flight.

"I've flown in worse weather." Hecate tried to sound reassuring. It wasn't difficult to spot the cottage once they landed.

They walked to the front door and found a little note. It was a simple welcome note, which transfigured itself into a key as soon as Ada picked it up. She didn't mind having to converse with other people, but she was grateful the other headmistress opted for a simple transforming spell. Ada unlocked the door and looked back at Hecate with a smile. "Shall we?" Hecate returned the smile and followed Ada into the cottage.

They suspected it would be a small sized and cozy cottage, which sounded like something they would enjoy. They put their broomsticks into the stand at the entrance, along with their outer robes they always put on for a flight. There was a table by the window, a narrow sofa and with bookshelves beside it, and on the opposite wall there was a small but practical kitchen area. There were two sets of doors on the other side. "I can't wait to sprawl on the bed." Ada said tiredly. She opened one of the doors and entered a bedroom.

Hecate stayed a little behind. She examined the cottage once more before trying the remaining door. She took a confident step forward before suddenly stopping in her tracks, which made her drop her bag with a thud. Ada could hear the commotion from her bedroom and rushed in to make sure Hecate was alright.

Hecate turned to face Ada, and the two witches looked at each other for a moment with no words. There was no other bedroom in the house, and they were standing in the bathroom. "I think there's been a misunderstanding." Hecate said with tension in her voice. "I was convinced it was an invitation for two adult witches, was it not?" Ada nodded and frowned. Surely she hadn't made a mistake.

Ada walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, and Hecate followed. Ada opened her bag and pulled out the invitation from its compartment. She brought it to Hecate, and they studied it together. "Two adult witching persons." It read, and they looked at each other again.

"It would seem that Miss Opal sent an invitation for a witching couple." Hecate stated, not willing to accept what was happening. As much as she would have loved to stay that close to Ada, she couldn’t allow herself hope for something that she was sure would never happen. "How far is Miss Opal's Academy?" She asked, and Ada tried to remember the map she studied before the flight.

"We should be able to reach it in less than half hour. Hopefully she can provide us with an alternate accommodation." Ada said regretfully. "I'm sorry, Hecate. I didn't think to ask and it had appeared to be straightforward." Ada waved the card as she spoke.

Hecate noticed how little daylight was left in the cottage."There's no need to be sorry. We should get out bags and go before it gets dark."

Ada nodded. Hecate was acting quickly, not dwelling on the mistake. It only added to Ada's guilt, who was already beating herself over the holiday fiasco. Hecate's reaction was only making it seem that she was relieved she didn't have to share a room with her. Or bed, even, but Ada wasn't willing to think that far. It wouldn't do her any good.

They collected their broomsticks started to head out. The second Ada turned the doorknob, the wind pushed the door against her making her lose balance. The whistle of wind and the downpour of rain were the only thing that could be heard. Ada braced herself not to fall back and grabbed the door to close it. She pushed it with her shoulder. Hecate joined her, seeing that she struggled. Once the door was closed, Ada slumped against the door. "Well, we cannot go in this weather."

Hecate walked towards the window, which didn't offer any better view than the one she saw through the open door. In fact it was worse, as she could see dark heavy clouds bursting with rain and lightning. She counted in her head. There were fifteen seconds before she could hear a thunder. She looked back, her eyes found Ada at the sofa. She appeared to be full of resignation. Seeing Ada's face made Hecate determined to complete their original plan. "Ada," she said with conviction. "I'll go and find Miss Opal. The storm shouldn't last very long."

Ada turned to Hecate sharply. "It's too dangerous. I understand if you hate the idea of sharing the bedroom with me, but it's not worth it. We should wait and go after it stops.”

"If that's how you feel then that's more the reason for me to go." Hecate didn't stop to think before she picked up her broom and walked out of the cottage, shutting the door with her magic.

Ada put her face in her hands. How did she mess up this badly? She didn't think she said anything wrong. She was only being considerate about their shared space, especially with how she knew Hecate appreciated her privacy. She wanted to follow Hecate, but before she could make up her mind, there was a bang against the door.

She opened it hesitantly, only to see a thoroughly soaked by the rain Hecate. "May I come in?" She barely managed to ask before Ada pulled her inside. She shut the door behind them and took Hecate's broomstick from her ice cold hands to put it in the stand.

Hecate’s dress clung to her body like second skin, her bun was half undone with stray hairs plastered to her face, and her mascara was smudged around her eyes. Her lips were tightly closed, her eyes blinking rapidly to keep the rainwater away. Ada summoned a towel, which she assumed came from the bathroom closet. “You should go and change before you catch a cold." She handed the towel to a shaking Hecate. Feeling defeated, Hecate accepted the towel and trudged into the bathroom, making wet noise with her shoes.

Ada could hear Hecate struggle taking her clothes off, and decided to make some tea. She easily spotted the kettle and some herbal mixes. When tea was ready, Ada cast a spell to clean the wet tracks off the floor. Several minutes later, Hecate emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a bathrobe and indoor shoes rather than her usual boots. Her hair was undone and loose around her shoulders, still wet and dripping on the floor. Her face was bare of any makeup. She looked around to find Ada by the counter.

"I made us some tea." Ada stated, as Hecate didn't make any move. The embarrassment was making her unsure how she should proceed, but Ada's voice sounded as warm as ever. She sat down at the table. Ada brought them some tea before sitting down beside her.

Hecate wrapped her hands around the teacup to warm them. It made Ada realise that Hecate was still shivering from the cold. She wanted to reach out to her and hold her hands for warmth, but she didn’t want to overstep. The silence between them was louder than the storm outside. Ada wanted to tell Hecate how dangerous it was to attempt to fly in the storm, how worried she was in those few minutes she was gone. She wanted to ask what made her leave in the first place. Hecate, on the other hand, was trying to figure out how to say anything to her, after her abrupt exit and dramatic entrance. She felt embarrassment about leaving in the storm knowing how little thought she put into it, bursting out of the door.

“I can attempt to sleep on the sofa, if that’s alright with you.” Hecate finally cut the silence. “Since none of us are getting out of here.” She didn’t have any intention to sound bitter, but the way she said it made Ada feel uneasy.

“I’m sorry my words made you leave earlier. I was worried you would be uncomfortable with the fact that we only had one bed between us. I know how much you value privacy and I thought you might not want to share a bed with me. Especially because I invited you to come here with me.”

Hecate swallowed hard. She knew she reacted irrationally but what she heard from Ada earlier and what her mind twisted it into were two different things. Her own insecurities got the best of her and she made a fool of herself. But there she was, sharing a pot of tea with Ada. She wanted to share a bed with her, especially because Ada invited her. “I apologise for leaving so suddenly. I wasn’t thinking.” She recalled how regretful Ada look right before she left. “I thought your distress was caused by my presence.”

“I don’t think I would have ended up coming here without you.” Ada admitted truthfully. Hecate opened her eyes wide in surprise. “I’m pleased to be here with you, Hecate. Although you gave me quite a fright running into the roaring storm.” Hecate opened her mouth to apologise but Ada put her hand on Hecate’s forearm.

Hecate could feel her warmth, as if Ada put a blanket of it around Hecate. She was no longer shaking. Whether it was a spell Ada cast, or Ada’s touch made her body react in that way, Hecate wasn’t sure. “Well, I better get comfortable on the sofa then, since we’re going to stay here for a few days.” She interrupted her own train of thought.

Ada tutted. “Hecate, if that’s alright with you, we could both sleep in the bedroom.” Hecate’s confusion was visible on her face. “As noble as your offer is, I don’t think any of us could sleep on it comfortably, not without magic which I’m sure you have as little now as I do.”

Seeing sense in Ada’s words, Hecate simply nodded. She had just been invited to share a bed with Ada Cackle, her best friend and confidante. She would be very proper about it and she would not curl her body around Ada at night if she could help it. The longer she thought about it, the more concerned Ada was. She could see Ada’s left eyebrow lifting, bringing her back from her mind. She shook her head lightly. “In that case, I better unpack.”

Ada smiled lightly. In all this, she forgot to unpack her own bag, but unlike the orderly and organised Hecate, Ada usually resorted to pulling her clothes straight out of the bag, no matter how long she was travelling for. She did, however, realise that her sunhat was left in her closet at Cackle’s. She wouldn’t need it in this weather anyway.

They lost track of time ever since they first entered the cottage. It wasn’t very late but the storm clouds hanging over the seaside village were making it appear later than it was. They were also tired from their trip and they were about to head to the bedroom. Having already changed, Hecate was one step ahead. “And I need to get ready for bed.” Ada added as they both headed to the bedroom.

Hecate opened the closet and started putting her sensible dresses on hangers, while Ada rummaged through her bag to find nightwear. She looked back to see Hecate watching her, knowing she must have been thinking about how much more efficient it is to unpack. Hecate just smiled, knowing Ada had done it many times before and will do it just the same in the future. Ada went to the bathroom to change and Hecate sat on the edge of the bed.

Hecate waited for Ada to get in bed, as she didn’t want to presume to know which side Ada preferred, which was definitely left and Hecate had that information filed for later when she visited Ada when she was sick one time. Ada didn’t take long in the bathroom and she came into the bedroom with a nervous smile on her face. She was wearing a periwinkle sleeveless nightdress reaching her knees, as opposed to the long-sleeved ankle length she wore in the castle. Hecate did all in her power not to stare at her, or not to think too much about how lovely it looked on Ada, or how sun-kissed her shoulders were and beautifully contrasted with the light colour of the dress.

Ada went for the left side of the bed, just as Hecate predicted, pulled down the sheets enough to get in and sat down. Hecate was still wearing her usual black nightgown, and she had to get up to hang it with her other clothes. Underneath was an emerald silk dress, similar length as the one Ada wore. Ada’s breath was taken away, and she tried to appear unbothered. She stretched to try and appear natural. Perhaps Ada pushed her worried down too far and didn’t account for the fact that her beautiful friend was going to sleep in the same bed as she was, with bare arms and shoulders, and a hint of cleavage. Her friend that she didn’t harbour any hidden feelings for. Or did she?

Hecate joined Ada on the bed, hair half dry and wavy. Ada’s mind kept going between Hecate’s hair and dress that was perfect against her complexion. “I hope the weather isn’t as awful tomorrow.” She finally said, before she said something inappropriate.

“That would be preferable. Goodnight, Ada.” Hecate said with content. She lay down flat on her back, to minimise the chance of rolling towards Ada at night, and pulled the covers up. Her hair was splayed around her and she reached out from under the sheets to pull it away from her face.

“Goodnight, Hecate. I’m glad you’re here with me.” Ada replied as she leaned down to put her spectacles on the nightstand. With the last waves of her magic, she switched off the lights and lay down the same way as Hecate did, before turning on her side towards the middle, as she usually slept in her own bed.

As soon as they were asleep, their bodies found each other.

#hackle summer trope challenge #hackle #the worst witch #the worst witch 2017 #tww #tww2017 #hecate hardbroom #my fic #bed sharing #trip to the beach #letters and correspondence #trapped #light hurt/comfort #I will post it on ao3 as soon as it's possible #no beta something something #(I can't use the whole phrase because in this case anything would be too sad lol)

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Title: Two Cups of Coffee & a Tattered Book

Summary:

Both of them reached for the same book at the same time and got flustered.

"Sorry," Stiles said and held the book out. "You can have it."

Isaac shook his head. "No it's okay. You go ahead. I-I can wait."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm."

Stiles tilted his head, glanced down at the book, glanced back at the other man and smiled. "What if we read it together? Over coffee perhaps?"

Square Filled: Emissary Stiles Stilinski

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

Rating: Teen & Up

Pairing: Stisaac [Stiles Stilinski + Isaac Lahey]

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“Stiles? Honey, what are you doing up?”

Stiles glanced over at his foster mom, Meredith. “Just watching the stars,” he said quietly before looking out the window again, his fingers idly brushing back and forth across his forearm.

“I know you love the stars, sweetie. Five more minutes and then it’s time for bed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered. He heard her sigh and only felt slightly guilty for the reaction. He knew how much Meredith wished for him to call her mom, but Stiles just couldn’t. His mom died and there was no changing that. There was no replacing her and calling Meredith mom would be a dishonor to his own mother, at least that was how Stiles saw it. So, there was no way he'd ever call anyone else mom. The term, the meaning, the title, the importance of the word would never fit anyone else for him like it had his mama.

Stiles heard Meredith’s footsteps retreat as she headed back to her bedroom and shut the door. He was able to hear her settle in her bed for the night and heard his foster dad, Damien’s voice. They weren’t bad people. In fact, they were the best foster parents, foster family he’d ever had but they weren’t Claudia and Noah Stilinski.

Amber eyes burned with unshed tears as Stiles hugged his knees to his chest. He remained sitting on the window seat and traced his thumb absentmindedly over the ink black paw prints that paced up and down his forearm. His eyes remained fixed on the night sky, as he stared out the window, admiring the twinkling stars. He was almost eighteen and he was ready to get out on his own. If only the stupid age thing didn’t matter, he would have gone off on his own years ago. 

At first, at the age of ten, he’d been okay, even though losing his dad was extremely painful. He at least still had his mom but then when Stiles was twelve, he lost his mom to cancer. It nearly tore him apart. He didn’t really remember much after that. It was like he blinked and found himself being introduced to the first of many foster homes. 

Now at his fifth foster home he was even more lonely, despite Meredith and Damien doing everything in their power to show him how much they cared. He logically knew they loved him but knowing it in his head was one thing. Believing it in his heart was another thing entirely. He only knew of one love that would never change and his soul mark, each little paw print, was that much more precious because of that. 

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Isaac Lahey was the middle child with an older brother named Jordan and two younger siblings named Erica and Heather. Jordan was formidable and fierce while the twins were rambunctious and adorable. You always knew when any one of the three of them was nearby. They were an intense trio of people. 

Isaac, however? Isaac was quiet but very observant. It was one of the reasons he immediately noticed the moment his mark showed up—that and because he had been eagerly awaiting its arrival—when he was sixteen. It was the most precious thing he possessed. It was something that belonged to him and to him alone. Now, at twenty-one years old, the turquoise sparks that danced up and down his forearm were the only connection he had to his soulmate. His soulmate was someone that he desperately wanted to meet. 

He didn’t go out of his way to find his soulmate though. He was firm in the belief that it would happen when it was meant to. So he continued his studies at Amethyst Amherst Academy, majoring in English Literature with a minor in Creative Writing. Jordan teased him about it, but it was all in good fun and Isaac loved what he was studying which was what mattered most. He hated being so far from home, but it was worth it in the long run. He just wasn’t sure why yet.

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The day Stiles got out of the foster home, he felt like he could finally breathe. He had graduated high school two years early and had taken a couple online courses at a local community college. He had only been waiting to be of age so he could attend his college of choice in person. He had been offered scholarships to several universities but as he was looking through them, he felt a tug towards one called Amethyst Amherst Academy. It was made even better by the fact that AAA was his mother’s alma mater. So, with the tug on top of that he knew where he was going to attend. 

Now, Stiles didn’t know if he believed in the whole fate thing, but this pull that he felt was something he didn’t think he could ignore. More importantly, he didn’t want to ignore it. So, he packed up what little he had and moved across the country. 

Because of the life insurance money, and an inheritance from both of his parents, he was able to get an off campus apartment, tune up his jeep and pay for school. Amethyst Amherst Academy was amazing, and they worked with him to make sure they could transfer all his credits which put him in the first semester of his junior year of college. He had chosen to double major in Creative Writing and Music with emphasis in Composition and Production.

When he settled into his apartment, which had a window seat, he couldn’t help but notice the way his soul mark seemed warmer, and it made him smile. For the first time since his mom died, he felt free, and everything felt almost perfect.

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Stiles found that he spent a lot of time in the campus library despite having his own place. He just had a feeling that he needed to be there and just like the pull he felt to come to the university, he didn’t ignore the need to be at the library.

He didn’t know what he expected to happen, but nothing wasn’t it. He shrugged it off for the first couple of weeks but three months in, despite the pull never waning, he found himself doubting. It wasn’t a fun feeling to have.

Halfway through the semester, Stiles had once again showed up at the library, just like he had every other day and once again the tug was still ambiguous in its origin. So, with a soft sigh, Stiles grabbed his usual table on the second floor in the back corner, put his headphones in and got to work on his essay.

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Isaac was thriving at Amethyst Amherst Academy, and it was such an amazing feeling. He was making a name for himself with his professors who were impressed with not only his work ethic but his grasp on the subjects he was learning.

Today Isaac found himself in the campus library. He had felt a pull to come to the library for a while now, but it hadn’t seemed important. Today however, three months after that first pull, he felt an insistent tug that said he had to go today. So here he was wondering what reason he was brought here for.

He looked around the first floor and winced. For a library it was way too loud. So, he escaped to the second floor and instantly felt calmer. There must have been some kind of magic keeping the noise contained, only audible on the first floor. Thus, magic was preventing disruptions to the upper floors. Then again, he shouldn’t have been surprised considering the librarian was a witch. At least she was the good kind of witch. He shuddered, remembering the witch his brother Jordan had dated for a time that was not a good witch. It had been pretty satisfying to see their mother deal with her though.

Isaac snorted at that and sighed as he glanced around the second floor. He loved the quiet and maybe he could get some work done here. He started looking for the perfect table to settle at for a night of serene studying.

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Stiles was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. His mark was getting hotter, but it didn't hurt; it was just annoying. So, he rubbed at it subconsciously as he moved onto his next assignment. He adjusted his glasses and huffed distractedly when the mark grew even hotter. Suddenly, his arm jerked to the left and he winced as his elbow smacked the table. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath.

He rolled his eyes and tried to go back to his homework, but the tug refused to let him. He threw up his hands in defeat and finally followed the direction of the tug with his eyes. He came face to face with the section of books on soulmates and soul marks. Huh. He hadn't noticed that section before. The only logical thing to do was get up and look at them. So, that was what he did.

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Isaac finally found a table that seemed perfect. The only downside was that it’s already partially occupied by someone. He walked closer and carefully set his things down. Hopefully the other person wouldn’t mind. Speaking of—He turned and saw only one other person nearby. That probably meant that this was his stuff. So naturally, Isaac went over to ask if the other guy minded company. As he was about to speak up, he noticed a book that he had heard of but had never gotten to read. He reached for it.

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Both of them reached for the same book at the same time and got flustered.

“Sorry,” Stiles said and held the book out. “You can have it.”

Isaac shook his head. “No, it’s okay. You go ahead. I-I can wait.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.”

Stiles tilted his head, glanced down at the book, glanced back at the other man and smiled. “What if we read it together? Over coffee perhaps?” 

Isaac gaped for a moment. He studied the other guy’s face, from the chestnut brown hair to the golden honey eyes, to the pink cupid’s bow lips, to the Orion constellation across his face and agreed wholeheartedly. “Yeah. Yes. That’s uh–Sure.”

“I’m Stiles,” Stiles said, offering his hand to shake, nearly dropping the book in the process.

Isaac caught the book and chuckled as he shook Stiles’s hand. “I’m Isaac.”

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The first time they had coffee, they both felt like there was something there, knew down to their souls that they were soulmates. So, one coffee became two which became three.

“Hey Isaac?”

Isaac looked over at Stiles who was standing next to him in line. “Hm?”

Stiles kept his gaze fixed ahead, chewing his lip as he surveyed the menu even though Isaac knew he always got the same thing. “Are we dating?”

“Uh—I mean I kinda thought so. Is that okay?”

Stiles turned and kissed his cheek. “It’s perfect.”

They grew closer through coffee dates and shared books. They spent time at Stiles’s apartment studying, watching movies, playing video games, cooking and of course reading. Their relationship foundation was settling nicely. Isaac was the first to place a major piece.

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Stiles was the first person Isaac that told about his full shift.

“I already knew you were a wolf but Izzy this is…” he trailed off, sucking in a deep breath. “I mean you’re just…” He smiled. “You’re beautiful and breathtaking.”

At Stiles’s words, Isaac woofed and jumped on the couch. The end result was a happy Stiles cuddling with a huge dark brown wolf. 

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When the second piece of their relationship foundation was placed, it wasn't intentional but instinctual. Stiles threw himself in front of Isaac as a dragon—because those totally exist apparently—breathed fire at them. Isaac was the first person to see Stiles’s spark in action.

There was a burst of white light and then ash floated down to the ground. “Man am I glad we weren’t like on campus for this. I’d rather not out myself to the world.” Stiles flicked his hand and the ash dissipated as if it was never there to begin with along with the smell. “Now what to do about these scorch marks. Damn dragon got my t-shirt. It was my favorite t-shirt too!” he said with an annoyed huff and looked at Isaac.

Isaac was struck silent in awe of the turquoise eyes that matched the color of the sparks on his arm, the very same sparks dancing along Stiles’s fingertips. “That was badass. You’re a wonder, Stiles Stilinski,” he whispered in awe before stalking forward and pulling his boyfriend close, bringing them chest to chest. “And you’re all mine.”

Stiles grinned, his cheeks twinging pink and leaned forward. It was the first time they kissed. Literal fireworks burst above their heads thanks to Stiles’s spark. Isaac would never get enough of those turquoise eyes. He loved trailing his fingers up Stiles’s arms and watching as the sparks followed his ministrations. Their marks matched up perfectly: bright turquoise sparks and charcoal paw prints.

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Of course, they could never get a moment of peace now it seemed. A rogue alpha decided to attack them while they were on a picnic date at the lake near campus. Luckily, it wasn’t too close to campus, or they would have ended up on the national news.

Stiles cried out and threw his hand up, but the alpha caught them by surprise. “Isaac!”

Isaac turned and lunged while the alpha had its eyes set on Stiles. Faster than Stiles could blink, the alpha’s throat had been ripped out and his boyfriend was doubled over as the alpha spark consumed him. Stiles ignored the pain in his arm and hurried over. “Izzy?” he whispered.

Isaac let out a whine and Stiles looked at the other alpha’s body. How dare that alpha hurt his Izzy. How dare that fucking alpha hurt Stiles’s mate. Stiles felt his spark burning white hot inside him in righteous indignation and fury. He placed his hand on the scratch marks and pushed that power into Isaac to help heal him. Isaac never expected to become an alpha and Stiles knew it would be hard, but he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. They would face this new reality together.

That confrontation resulted in an alpha that could fully shift and was bonded to a spark whose power was like a raging inferno. No one really knew just how powerful he was. Not to mention how powerful his mate was. Together, they were unstoppable.

Hopefully, they could finally have some peace and quiet to finish out their junior year and not have any issues their senior year.

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One Year & Two Months Later:

Stiles grinned as he hung the final certificate on the wall. He stepped back into waiting arms that wrapped around him and smiled. “It’s perfect,” he said. 

“Just like you,” Isaac said, placing a soft kiss on his mate’s neck. 

Stiles hummed at the feeling, baring his neck to let Isaac have free reign. The alpha rumbled happily as he nipped the pale column. “Oh, you sappy wolf,” Stiles teased, laughing at the playful growl he got. “Mieczyslaw Genim Stilinski-Hale. Bachelor of Music and Bachelors of Creative Writing.” He beamed and looked up at his now fiancé. “Isaac Spencer Stilinski-Hale. Bachelor of English Literature with a minor in Creative Writing.”

Isaac pecked his fiancé’s lips and smiled. “Look at us. Brains and brawn.”

Stiles snorted. “Yeah right. You’re brains and brawn. I’m just brains.”

“Lies. You’re just as powerful as I am and even more courageous.”

“Oh, stop being so sappy. We’ve got a meeting to get to.”

Isaac quirked a brow. “We do? I don’t think it starts until two and it’s a little before noon right now.”

Stiles gently tweaked a frame to make sure that it was perfectly straight, only half paying attention. “Uh huh. So, we gotta—” He let out a squeak as Isaac yanked him closer. Stiles was pulled tightly back into his mate’s embrace and held firmly.

Isaac lowered his voice and breathed against the shell of his mate’s ear. “But I have such great plans for you. We have time for me to take you apart and put you back together again. I’ll even do that one thing that you’ve been asking for, for a while now. You know the—” He got cut off when he was pushed onto the bed. “What did we say about teleporting?” Isaac teased as he ended up with a lapful of spark.

“That we would only do it in extreme circumstances and this totally qualifies because I want that, and you’ve been saying you wouldn’t do it and now you will. So, get your pants off, get mine off and let’s do this. Please?”

“All right. All right, little sparkling,” Isaac cooed as he stripped. He was still too slow it seemed because the sight that greeted him when he was finally naked made him groan. Yeah, they would probably be late for the meeting.

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“You’re late,” Allison said with a judgmental but teasing brow raised.

Stiles turned red and coughed. “Yeah. Well, it’s all Isaac’s fault. He’s all ‘I’m the alpha’ but then he wanted to do a thing and I said that we’d be late, but I can’t defy my alpha.”

Isaac rolled his eyes and swatted Stiles’s ass. “Like it was such a great hardship, and you defy me all the time.”

“I love you too, Boo,” Stiles said with pouty lips only smiling when he got a kiss. He turned towards the table. “All righty then. Who are we looking at?”

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The Alpha and The Spark had taken up the mantles that were their birthrights. Stiles had become not just a Spark but an Emissary and an Alpha Mate. After they both graduated, they began to form a pack. The first to join them was a surprise as they might not have even considered her otherwise, but Allison Argent had approached them after graduation and even requested a formal meeting. 

So, she made three and then came Liam who Stiles called pup because he was just so adorable. Liam said he didn’t like it, but he totally did. Liam made four, which then became five when Liam’s mate Hayden joined them after they were assigned a class project together. Five became six when a beta wolf named Brett joined them after he and Allison took down a pair of rogue omegas together.

Slowly but surely, they built up a strong pack. They bought land in the Mohonk Preserve in New York and built a pack house with room for everyone. So far, it had been amazing. Liam and Hayden were soulmates and Brett and Allison were soulmates. Stiles couldn’t help but coo over his betas and their adorableness. It made Isaac fondly roll his eyes even as he rumbled in his chest, pleased with his pack and his mate.

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Three Years Post Graduation:

Stiles had now written and produced two albums and was working on his third album. He and Isaac wrote a book together called “The Alpha and The Spark” about their pasts, their present and their future. They might make it into a series because of how much love it’s gotten from readers all over the world. Isaac had started writing children’s books and Stiles helped with the art for them. They could often be found in their study with Stiles’s music playing in the background as they each typed away on their laptops.

They now had a pack twenty strong and it was still growing. 

Stiles leaned back into the v of Isaac’s legs, smiling at the arms that wrapped around him and the lips that kissed his neck. “Are you happy, My Spark?” his husband asked in a whisper.

“Beyond happy, My Wolf,” Stiles replied. “Are you happy?”

Isaac peppered soft kisses on his husband’s neck as he spoke. “I am completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.”

They both let out sighs of contentment as they watched their pack. Surrounded by the people they loved and had sworn to protect, there wasn’t a care in the world. It was something they both knew was out there for them and that one day they’d have it, but they would never quite get over just how much they loved each other. It was quite infinite and immeasurable.

And to think, it all started with a tattered book and two cups of coffee.

#bo3 #bingoofourown #square filled: emissary stiles stilinski #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #stisaac #stiles x isaac #isaac x stiles #fluff #spark stiles stilinski #werewolf isaac lahey #alpha isaac lahey #angst #light hurt/comfort #alternate universe - soulmates #alternate universe - college #coffee #library #different first meeting #meet-cute

[naminethewriter]

It's a Twisted Reference

I'm already late! Which is fine, I didn't really think I would manage that, but here is day 2 for you to enjoy! 💛💖

@roceit2023

Here on Ao3

Masterpost | Roceit Week 2023 Masterpost

Summary: Janus is late for his teatime with the prince. Roman makes his displeasure known.

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“My apologies, my prince,” Janus said smoothly as he took his seat opposite of Roman. “My meeting went longer than anticipated.”

“I’d think as the prince I would have higher priority than some meeting,” Roman quipped and Janus could immediately tell he was in a sour mood.

“Of course, your highness. That’s why they let me go as soon as I mentioned that you were waiting for me.”

“Then why are you late?”

“Because there was business to deal with first but as soon as the discussion moved to more trivial topics, I excused myself.”

Roman frowned but didn’t press further, instead taking a bite of the cake on his plate. Janus took that as permission to start enjoying teatime. He lifted his cup to his lips and took a sip. He could see Roman watched him out of the corner of his eye.

Suspicious.

A second later he could taste why. It was subtle, but he knew how this tea was supposed to taste like and it was just ever so slightly off.

Poison.

Janus sighed and put his cup down.

“Trying to assassinate me again, my prince? What is it that is bothering you this time?” Roman huffed but kept quiet. Annoyed by the prince’s behavior but not willing to show it, Janus controlled the urge to roll his eyes and instead examined his state.

He was starting to feel a bit lightheaded, but it was only just noticeable. A slow acting poison then and not that potent. Even without an antidote, he might survive. Still, he pulled a vial out of his coat pocket that should neutralize it and drank it while keeping eye contact with Roman. The prince didn’t react.

From his behavior, Janus could guess that Roman wasn’t all that mad. If he had been, he would have resorted to more direct forms of assassinations. Janus could still remember the arrow that missed him by a hair when Roman was upset about Janus returning a week late from a diplomatic trip.

If Roman was truly displeased with him, he would make it known more directly.

No, this was a simpler issue, one that the prince wasn’t as willing to admit to.

Something he’s insecure about.

Roman finally broke the staring match they had unintentionally started, his cheeks tinted slightly pink. Janus narrowed his eyes and watched as the prince started to squirm.

“My prince, the sooner you tell me what’s wrong, the sooner we can address it.”

Roman mumbled something too quietly for Janus to hear.

“I can’t understand you, your highness, please speak up.”

“You’ve been distant lately and I don’t like it.”

Janus blinked, perplexed. When he didn’t respond, Roman started rambling.

“You always have meetings, you never eat with me anymore, I can’t find you half the time, you go out for days without telling me and when we do meet, you almost always come late! And you don’t call me by name anymore.” The last part Roman said very quietly, but Janus just managed to understand him.

He thought back to the recent weeks and realized that the prince was right. He had been so busy that he was on the move almost constantly and when he did manage to make time for Roman it was rather limited. And in all that stress he must have unconsciously defaulted back to formally addressing Roman.

No wonder he had been hurt.

“I apologize, Roman,” Janus sighed, leaning back in his chair and relaxing his posture for once. “There has been so much going on, I didn’t consider how that was affecting you as well.”

Roman chewed on his lip and slowly shook his head.

“I know that. And I get that it’s been stressful, I’ve had more to do as well. It’s just… It’s been affecting me more than usual for some reason and I don’t know why and that just built up more frustration. I just want to take a break. With you.”

Janus smiled.

“That sounds wonderful, my dear.” He gently took Roman’s hand in his. “I can clear my schedule for the day and you can drag me wherever you want.”

“You would do that?”

“Of course. Anything for my prince.”

#namiswriting #roceitweek2023 #day 2: assassination #roceit #platonic or romantic you decide #janus sanders #ts janus #roman sanders #ts roman #light hurt/comfort #but more fluff #attempted assassination #as said in the title this is a twisted reference #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[trashyswitch]

An Unexpected Roommate

Chapter 24: Reunions and Picnics

Chase visits Robbie at the picnic, and attempts to convince Robbie to come home. This eventually leads to a picnic that brings a few of the egos together again. But then something worrying and unexpected happens...

Dedicating this chapter to Shannon, as well as aprilshowers030 and other fans of this series. Sorry it's been ages since the last upload. Had this fanfic on the backburner, but never got to finishing it. But, now it's finished and I'll hopefully continue it.

Chase hopped out of the car, and walked to the little set up in the park. He noticed the food that was set up on a little toddler’s blanket near the blanket, the backpack that was swinging from a branch above the kid, and noticed the heavy sweater that…Chase had never seen before. It was hanging on another branch. And telling by the size, it looked like it could easily fit the boy. Chase began to wonder if the sweater was part of the things Jamie had bought Robbie when they were out. Chase picked up the sweater and checked the heaviness. And…it was a lot more heavy than it looked on the outside. It was even lined with sherpa. Chase smiled a bit as he looked at it. Jamie may not have brought Robbie home like Chase wanted…but the man certainly did know a thing or two about how to keep the kid from freezing. 

Chase looked down at the little boy sleeping on the ground in front of him. He…looked exhausted. And a little bit dirty. Though, that was expected to happen to him while on the street over the last couple days. It broke his heart seeing Robbie sleeping under the tree. He wondered if Robbie had been comfortable while sleeping outside. Or if…it was too cold for him? 

Jamie and Shawn watched as Chase slowly sat himself down beside Robbie under the shade of the tree. What were the two boys supposed to do? Sit here and wait? Or walk up and try to talk to him? 

“Chase?” a little voice said beside Chase. 

Chase looked down at Robbie and smiled. “Hi Robbie.” He replied. “Are you doing okay?” Chase asked. 

Robbie sat himself up slowly and laid out his blanket flat. “I’m okay. What are you doing here?” Robbie asked. 

Chase looked up at the sky. “Just chilling in your tree. Not a bad shade cover this time a day.” Chase told him. 

Robbie looked up at the sky and hugged his knees to his chest. “I mean…How did you know I was here?” Robbie asked. “Did Jamie tell you?” He asked. 

Chase shook his head. “No.” Chase lied. 

Robbie looked at Chase with a blank face of annoyance. “Don’t lie to me.” Robbie said. “He’s right there.” He added, pointing to the car. 

Chase looked down, and sighed. “Yeah…” Chase replied. “Sorry…” Robbie slowly looked at Chase. “Let me guess…You read the letter?” Robbie asked. 

“Yup.” Chase replied. 

“And you want me to go home?” Robbie asked next. 

Chase bit his lip. “That would be nice…” Chase admitted. 

Robbie shook his head. “I’m not ready yet.” Robbie admitted. 

Chase looked at Robbie. “Why not?” Chase asked. 

“If you had read the letter, then you would know why.” Robbie said. 

Chase sighed. “Okay…” He looked forward. “Why are you afraid of my reactions?” Chase asked him. 

Robbie looked down, feeling tears developing in his eyes. “I don’t know…” He sniffled and wiped his nose. “I’m scared, Chase.” Robbie admitted. “I’m scared of what’s happening. I feel pressured to be happy all the time…and I can’t do that very well anymore.” Robbie admitted. “Even Jamie has been trying to cheer me up by saying my name.” Robbie told him. “But…” 

“It’s painful for him to talk.” Chase told him. 

Robbie chuckled dryly. “Try telling Jamie that.” Robbie shot back with a small smile. “He’s the one who wanted to do that for me. I had to tell him to not hurt himself to make me happy.” Robbie added. 

Chase smiled a bit. “Yup…That’s Jamie…sacrificing his own health for other people.” Chase added. 

Robbie chuckled a bit more, sounding more genuine this time. 

Chase looked at him. “I’m sorry for what I said to you.” Chase admitted. 

Robbie squeezed his eyes shut and hugged himself. “I’m sorry for leaving and ruining the relationship we had.” Robbie said. “I was scared that living with you was hurting you…” Robbie mumbled before sobbing. “But leaving you was so much worse!” Robbie pulled his knees up to his chest and cried into his knees. 

Chase placed his hand onto Robbie’s back and started to rub gently. He could feel every rib, every vertebrae, every bone in the kid’s body. It was…almost scary at first. But…he knew Robbie needed some sort of comfort from him. So…He was trying to provide that for him. “You may have momentarily run away from home…” Chase started to say. “But not once did you run away from my heart.” Chase finished. 

Robbie looked up at him. “Wha-” He sniffled. “What do you mean?” He asked. 

“You and I have developed a father-son relationship that none of us can reverse, even if we tried. You could be on the other side of the world…and I will still love you and find a way to get you home.” Chase told him. 

Robbie nodded and looked forward again, thinking. 

“Now tell me, Robbie:” Chase looked at Robbie for a moment. “Is living with us only hurting you?” 

Robbie widened his eyes and looked down more. That…is a really deep and painful question for anyone of any age to hear, let alone a kid. He bit his lip as he tried to prevent himself from crying. Right now…all he could think about was how comforting and warm being home would be… 

“No…Not anymore.” Robbie replied softly. “But…I only want to be happy when I want to be happy.” Robbie admitted. “And…I want to go out more often. Even if that means…wearing makeup everytime.” Robbie added, sticking his tongue out with a little laugh. Chase nodded and looked at the food that Robbie had. He smiled when he saw cookies hidden in the bag. “Celebration cookies?” Chase asked with a smile. Robbie looked at Chase and chuckled. “I’m guessing you want some?” Robbie asked. 

“Well…” Chase bit his lip, showing hesitation. 

Robbie laughed and got up. He grabbed the cookies from the bag, and opened the package of LeClerc™ milk chocolate celebration cookies before handing Chase a couple cookies. 

Chase smiled and took them. “Thank you.” Chase replied. 

Then, Robbie walked up to the car window. “Wanna shut the car off and have a picnic?” Robbie asked. 

Shawn smiled and turned off the car. “Sure!” He replied. Jamie nodded his head and hopped out of the car as well. Jamie closed the door and slid his hand on the right, before sliding his hands onto the left to sign the word ‘Picnic’. 

Robbie widened his eyes and tried the sign. “This is the sign for Picnic?” Robbie asked. 

‘Yes. Picnic.’ Jamie signed again with a smile. 

Robbie ran to Chase with excitement. “Look!” He started signing. ‘We have a picnic’!” Robbie said. 

Chase nodded. ‘Good job, Robbie! You sign amazing.’ Chase signed back. 

Robbie giggled and signed the words ‘Thank you’ to Chase before going back to talking in English. 

The group of boys had a picnic together, eating some of what they had in the bags. Though it was a weird picnic due to all the cans, it was a picnic nonetheless. 

Chase opened the can of peaches and put a peach slice into his mouth. “Mm-” Chase hummed and lit up as he chewed. “Mmm!” He swallowed. “These are actually really good.” Chase reacted, putting another peach slice into his mouth. 

Robbie giggled. “That was supposed to be my dessert tonight.” Robbie admitted. 

Chase froze for a second, looking at Robbie. Oh shit…he just opened Robbie’s dessert. Quickly attempting to make it up to him, Chase offered Robbie a peach. “Did you want one?” Chase asked. 

“Sure!” Robbie replied, taking the wet peach slice with his hand and popping it into his mouth. Robbie smiled brightly as he chewed the watery peach slice. He continued to chew on the peach for a bit, all the while moving back and forth, almost like he was dancing. Chase, assuming he WAS dancing, covered his mouth and started laughing. He had shoved another peach into his mouth a second earlier, and didn’t want any of the juice to spill out of his mouth. Though, he supposed it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. Robbie was dancing because of the peach slice, and that’s all that mattered right now. 

Meanwhile, Shawn had opened up a can of soup and started eating it straight up. Jamie noticed this and signed something to him with a small smirk on his face. ‘You look like you’ve done this before.’ Jamie signed. 

Shawn looked at Jamie…before looking down with a small blush filling his face. “It’s…cause I have…” Shawn admitted. 

Chase and Robbie looked over at Shawn. “What do you mean?” Chase asked. 

Shawn bit his lip and put the spoon into his can. “Back when I was in college, I used to feed myself with cans of food and casseroles.” He admitted. “When my parents didn’t make me food to bring back to the house I stayed in, I would buy cans and cans of food. Soup, stew, fruits and veggies, fish, you name it and I likely had it.” He admitted. 

Chase and Jamie looked at each other, confused. “But…you grew up in the 1950’s, didn’t you?” Chase asked. 

‘Food wasn’t scarce back then.’ Jamie added. ‘There was lots of food.’ Jamie told him. 

Shawn chuckled. “I didn’t have a microwave. I only had an oven. And you can’t really put a can in an oven.” Shawn admitted. 

Robbie giggled. “Aren’t pots a thing?” Robbie asked. 

Chase pointed to Robbie. “Yeah, exactly! There’s pots you can use to heat up soup. Surely your place came with a pot or something.” Chase told him. 

Shawn laughed. “I was too lazy.” He admitted. 

Chase sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Oh my god…” He mumbled with a smile. 

Shawn laughed even more. “Ahahanyway…I would eat soup out of the can. And you probably won’t believe this, but I found it really good.” Shawn admitted. “So good in fact, that I continued to do it after college.” Shawn continued with a smile. 

Jamie, Chase and Robbie all laughed at him for such a funny little guilty pleasure. “And I thought my thing for doing trick shots with tea bags was bad…” Chase muttered with a chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, did you say trickshots…with teabags?” Robbie asked. 

Jamie giggled silently, covering his mouth a bit before waving to get Robbie’s attention. ‘Chase used to throw tea bags into a cup like a basketball in the net.’ Jamie explained. ‘No one had the courage to tell Chase how stupid it was.’ Jamie admitted with a laugh. 

Chase gasped the moment he saw the sign for ‘stupid’ get used. “Excuse me- Stupid?!” Chase gasped. 

Jamie verbally wheezed and threw his head back, laughing silently. ‘Yes! Stupid!’ Jamie signed again. 

Chase narrowed his eyes at him. “Say it again…I dare you.” Chase warned. 

Jamie smirked and raised an eyebrow before clearing his throat. “Stooo-pit.” Jamie said despite the slight pain in his throat. 

Shawn dropped his jaw, having never heard Jamie speak up until now. Did he just hear what he thought he heard?! Did he hear Jameson Jackson, whose voice has been absent the entire time he’s known him…TALK!? 

Robbie was laughing and yelling the word “Burn!” a couple times over. 

“Oh you fuckin-” Chase muttered before playfully tackling Jamie to the ground and tickling his sides. “Take it back!” Chase ordered. “Take it back, right now!” 

While Jamie was laughing silently from the evil tickles, Shawn was looking to Robbie desperately for clarification. “Did he-” Shawn attempted to ask, pointing to Jamie. 

Robbie nodded his head. “Have you never heard him talk?” Robbie asked with surprise. 

Shawn shook his head super quickly and held his head with his hands. “Oooooohmygod-” Shawn muttered, struggling to comprehend such insane news. “How long?!” Shawn asked. 

“Uuuuh…A couple months now?” Robbie said, not fully sure himself. 

Chase was too busy tickling Jamie to realize Shawn’s mini crisis. “I said take it back, peanut gallery!” Chase told him. 

‘NO!’ Jamie signed back. 

“No?! Alright, that’s it.” Chase took in a big breath and blew a raspberry onto his neck. 

Jamie squeaked and let out a few squeaky giggles before he went silent again. But his eyes flew open the second he realized what sound had just left his mouth. 

Chase had gasped and stopped tickling, before staring at Jamie in pure shock. “Did you just-” 

Robbie was the first to say it. “HE LAUGHED!” Robbie shouted. 

Jamie covered his mouth with shock, and though he immediately felt tears welling up in his eyes…he also started blushing a little bit. Yes, he technically laughed, and that was huge! He had made another vocal sound! But at the same time, it was the most squeaky little girly laugh not even Robbie was capable of making! It was embarrassing! In fact, the laugh sounded more like a big voice crack rather than what his real voice was supposed to sound like. 

“I wanna hear it again!” Chase reacted. 

Wait, WHAT?! Jamie quickly tried to protest. But before he could sign anything or push him away, Chase blew another raspberry right onto his neck. Jamie squeaked again, letting out a few high-pitched, girly giggles before the giggles fell silent again. 

Chase clapped his hands rapidly before tickling his sides again. “Can you keep it going?!” Chase asked. 

Jamie quickly ordered Chase to stop by slapping the side of his hand on his palm to say ‘Stop’. The harder the ‘karate chop’, the more desperate he looked. 

“Oh- Sorry, sorry.” Chase replied, removing his fingers and giving Jamie some space. 

Jamie took the time to cough and clear his throat. It hurt like hell, but he had to do it. He sensed that flem may be building up on his voice, and he needed to stop it from filling his vocal cords. He signed the word for ‘tissue’ with his hands before going back to struggling with his throat. “Quick, pass me a napkin.” Chase told Robbie. Robbie handed Chase a white napkin and watched as it went to Jamie. With the napkin, Jamie unfolded it once and tried clearing his throat from the bottom up. Though he knew he sounded like an old man by doing this, he didn’t care. It was needed. After a second, Jamie heaved up some flem and spit it out into the napkin. 

Robbie winced. “Ewww! Jamie!” Robbie complained. 

Chase winced too, but didn’t say anything. It sounded painful. 

“Robbie, please don’t say anything. I’m sure he’s embarrassed enough by this.” Shawn told him. “Right Jamie?” Shawn asked, looking at Jamie. 

But Jamie was staring at the kleenex he had just spit into…with worry and fear on his face. Though his throat felt a lot better, his napkin was clearly telling him that his throat was not. He waved for Chase to come over, before showing Chase the napkin. Chase widened his eyes in shock. There was bright red blood on the napkin…almost like he had coughed out an air sac or something. It was…not good. 

“We need to get Henrik.” Chase told him. 

Jamie nodded. ‘Agreed.’ he signed, before starting to crumple up the bloodied napkin. 

“Wait…” Chase pulled out a ziplock bag and opened it. “Henrik will want it in this.” Chase told him. 

Jamie nodded and put the napkin into the ziplock bag before closing it. ‘Time to go.’ Jamie signed. 

Chase nodded and got up. “I think we need to go home.” Chase told the group. 

Shawn nodded and started to pack up the stuff into the grocery bags. One grocery bag was for garbage, while the other bags were for the rest of the food. Robbie helped pack up the bags too, before rolling up his blanket and wrapping his new sweater around the blanket to keep it rolled up. 

Chase, Shawn and Jamie looked at Robbie, surprised to see him wrapping up his blanket and things. The kid even grabbed Bacon and put the stuffed dog into his arms. 

It looked like…Robbie was packing up to go home…

Robbie got up and held onto 2 of the grocery bags in his hands. “Ready.” Robbie said with a proud look on his face. 

Chase and Shawn looked at each other with excitement. “You’re coming home?” Chase asked. 

Robbie nodded. “Yup. I’m ready.” Robbie replied bravely. “Let’s blow this pop stand!” He declared with a smile. 

Chase smiled as tears slowly began to fill his eyes. He could not be more happy at this moment. Robbie’s coming home and Jamie’s audibly laughing. The world was almost sunshine and rainbows with how euphoric he felt. If there was a God, then he is really blessing him today. 

Chase helped Robbie bring everything into the very back of the car before hopping into the front passenger seat. Shawn hopped into the driver's seat, and looked towards Jamie through the rear view mirror. Jamie got himself into the back seat with Robbie, before finishing his coughing fit. A few more coughs, and he seemed to be okay for the time being. Jamie informally saluted to tell Shawn to get going. Shawn nodded and started the car before driving out of the parking lot, towards the main street. 

Robbie held Bacon in his arms, proud of himself for overcoming his fears and going home with Chase. He felt like he accomplished a lot in a matter of an hour. The truth was, the time spent outside the house had given him time to think about his life and realize how blessed he was to be allowed to live in Chase’s home. It reminded him to be grateful, while also remembering not to be afraid to be himself while he’s home. He needed to experience good times and bad in order to experience a true, normal life. And…he was ready for that again. 

But not all was okay. Jamie had taken out his handkerchief and resumed his coughing fit. He could feel something dripping into his lungs, and it irritated him and hurt him everytime he breathed. Jamie squeezed his eyes shut as he tried his best to clear out the stuff in his throat. But all that kept coming up was blood. More and more blood. And to make matters worse, Jamie could feel himself getting more and more breathless by the minute. The more he breathed in to cough, the more breathless and light-headed he became. 

Jamie coughed into his handkerchief and pounded his fist onto the back of Shawn’s car seat. Shawn looked at Jamie from the rear view mirror with shock. “What- Oh god!” Shawn put his foot down on the gas to pick up the pace. “Okay, forget Henrik. We’re going to the ER.” Shawn told them. 

Chase reached back and handed Jamie a kleenex box. “You’re gonna bloody-up your handkerchief. Use Kleenex.” Chase ordered. 

Jamie took the kleenex and continued to hack and cough. Though by this point, Jamie was getting visibly weak. 

Robbie grabbed his blanket out from his feet and put it onto Jamie’s lap so he could stable himself on it. “Jamie, hold on! We’re going to the hospital!” Robbie said, holding his back. “Shawn, faster!” Robbie begged. 

“There’s a speed limit! I can’t go more than 20 over the speed limit!” Shawn told him. 

Chase turned to Shawn. “Okay, move over.” Chase jumped out of the passenger seat and climbed into the driver’s seat. Shawn hopped into the passenger seat, and pulled his seatbelt all the way through so it locked tightly. “Robbie, pull Jamie’s seatbelt all the way till it locks. Then let it go back in and do the same thing to your own seatbelt. Make sure both of you are locked in.” Chase ordered. 

Robbie followed his directions and got Jamie locked in before locking himself in. “Ready!” Robbie said. 

“Good. Hold on!” Chase ordered, before pushing his foot down more and more. The car got faster and faster rather quickly. As he went faster, he watched the speed on the dashboard. 

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#an unexpected roommate #chapter 24 #picnic #jse egos #father son relationship #ticklefic #ler!chase #lee!jamie #family fluff #light hurt/comfort #fluff and hurt/comfort

[allwaysxtired]

Haunted: I Hear Your Breathing

Summary: They say time heals anything, but it definitely didn't heal the guilt awakening in Sam Winchester's heart when he faces a young girl who's identical to his dead best friend, killed fourteen years ago.

Character(s): CryBaby, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Charlie Bradbury, Castiel, Jack Kline, Melanie Martinez (flashback), William Blair (flashback), Jackie Molina (flashback) and Miles Nasta (flashback).

Pairings: Sam Winchester/William Blair (flashback)

Warning(s): Blood and Injury (non-graphic), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse (mentioned).

“I’m glad you came, Sammy, really.”

“To be honest, me too. It's good to just have fun, you know? I just hope they don't take so long.”

The moon alongside the stars shone bright over both teenagers. It was late, way past midnight, the streets were empty and the only sound heard were the leaves dancing against each other, following the rhythmic breeze.

“So, what do you think about my offer, hm?” Will muttered, nuzzling his face onto Sam's neck. “I want to spend some time with my favorite Sam.”

“Do you have others?” Despite being dark, the reddish tone on his cheeks were still visible. William’s chuckles send slight shrivers to his soft skin.

“Not better than you though,” The brunette sucked a breath in, craving to feel more of Sam’s natural fragrance. “I just wish you went to my apartment, only for tonight.”

“You know I can't, I have-” Sam paused, suppressing a moan when his friend peppered small and slow kisses on his neck. “I have an assignment tomorrow. I shouldn't even be here in the first place.”

“You're no fun,” William pulled himself away to face his friend for a second. “But I understand, being smart is part of your charm. Need to keep that.”

Sam playfully shook his head, before his eyes widened when Will pushed his hands under his shirt.

“Don't worry Sam, you know me, I don't do things in public, well, unless you want to,” He told him, sensing Sam's body tense. “It's not like I would have any problems pinning you down right here and br-”

“We're here!” Melanie's voice warned both boys of her presence. “Look what we got!” She raised her arms holding the pizza boxes while her friend Jackie showed the sodas.

She eyed the spot Will’s hand was placed and a smirk appeared on her face. “You know what Mel, I think we should leave these alone to… you know, we better not interrupt.” Jackie teased.

“God, I hate you so much.”

“Love you two Sammy.” Melanie sat at his side, with the pizza boxes still on her lap. Jackie took a seat next to Will, handling him one of the bottles while she opened hers.

“So, you're planning a tour right now?” Sam asked, taking a slice from pepperoni pizza.

“Yeah,” She replied, swallowing the pieces before continuing. “We’ll probably start around august next year, I'm just finishing some schedule things, you know, boring stuff.”

“Uhum.”

“I mean, I have my setlist done. I was thinking about doing some covers like I used to or do acoustic versions of a few songs until-” A high pitched scream left her lips when someone shook her shoulders from behind, revealing to be her other friend. “Miles! What the fuck!?” 

Everyone cackled at Melanie's reaction, while she slapped his arms in fake annoyance. Miles just laughed and sat between her and Jackie, stealing her slice of pizza. “Surprised with my illustrious presence?”

“Not really.” Sam chuckled when the drummer rolled his eyes at his response.

“Hush Sammy-boy, don't you have a boyfriend to make out?”

“Let me finish, damnit!” Melanie exclaimed in fake annoyance, almost choking due to speaking with her mouth full.

“Careful girl, you can't just die before your own concert.” Jackie patted her back.

“Don’t even say something like that, who's gonna pay my bills?” William joked, earning heartfelt laughter from the group.

 

“Sammy?”

Dean's voice pulled Sam from the bittersweet memory he found himself remembering again.

It felt wrong. For a moment he saw himself back in the past where he could be so carefree and laugh with his friends even for a few minutes, and now he was heading back towards the Bunker with his brother who was worried about his daydreaming state.

“You alright?”

No, he was far from alright. How could he be fine when today marked exactly fourteen years that his best friend had been killed.

Sam realized he was probably taking too long to answer and it definitely rang a bell on his brother's head, however he did what he always did when he was hurting; He nodded, cleaned his throat and said “I'm fine.”

Dean glanced at him for a last time before focusing on the road ahead of them, desiring to get home the fastest he could.

But they weren't coming home with only each other as usual. No, today they were coming home with Cas and Jack, a nephilim, which honestly Sam was surprised considering the fact his brother wanted to shoot a bullet through the kid's head.

Anyway, they could discuss things better in the Bunker. Jack was the first one to walk past the door, followed by Cas, then Dean and Sam. “We're home!” The older Winchester announced, expecting an answer from downstairs.

“Finally.” Charlie replied.

Sam was so focused on his own steps he only noticed a second person in the room, aside from Charlie, when he nearly reached the ground.

“Who’s the kid?” He heard his brother ask and when finally raised his head he was glad his arms were holding the handrail or else his knees would give in completely.

Sitting on Charlie's lap, there was a little girl, who shouldn't be older than five years old; She had bright skin, two-toned hair, one side colored and one side dark brown, in two twin-drill pigtails with pastel pink bows as she wore a purple pleated dress with a silk heart that features "K-12" embroidered onto it around the torso area, and also white puffy sleeves made out of tulle with woven flowers.

She was simply identical to Melanie, especially her little brown eyes that held mysteriousness in them. Sam couldn't stop staring at her, she looked so scared and even startled a little when Dean spoke out.

“Her name is CryBaby.”

Fuck.

No, no this couldn't be.

“I can explain to you guys, just let me get her something to eat, she's really needing it.” Charlie said, still wrapping protective arms around her.

Noticing the woman's gaze on his "son", Cas introduced him already. “Charlie, this is Jack, the nephilim.”

Charlie inclined her head. “I thought we were dealing with a baby nephilim.”

“He is, well, technically, he just physically aged himself faster.”

“Oh,” Now that was unexpected. “Then, nice to meet you Jack.” She freed one of her hands to greet him.

“Nice to meet you too, Charlie.” Jack shook her hand, a bright smile decorating his face.

“I need a break.” Sam mumbled to himself, unfortunately loud enough to Dean's ears. He excused himself and tried to reach his room at a quick pace, ignoring his younger sibling midway.

“Hello to you too Sam,” Adam turned around to watch him go. He entered the room where everyone was reunited. “Her lunch is ready- Oh, you guys are back,” His eyes fixed on Jack. “Is he…?”

“The nephilim? Yes.” Dean answered shortly.

“Hi, I'm Jack!” The youngest offered him an innocent smile that made Adam snort. It was funny to think this kid with the most cute features could be the devil's son.

“Uh… Hi?” Adam awkwardly waved at him.

———

Sam dropped his bag somewhere in his room before he could sit on his bed, running his fingers on his shaggy hair. Dormant emotions were beginning to stir inside him just like unwanted memories.

Memories he spent a whole time keeping himself from remembering. He didn't want to remember how scandalous her laughter sounded, how she smelled like gum or the softness of her skin, which actually is the reason Sam tried his best to take care of his body and long hair.

The burning sensation on his eyes was getting stronger and he struggled to keep his breath steady. That's until he heard voices outside his room, distracting him from his own thoughts.

“Charlie, what the hell? Why did you bring that girl here?” He heard Dean's voice in the hallway. “We're in the middle of dealing with Satan's son and you decided to play babysitter?”

“I wasn't playing babysitter,” Charlie rolled her eyes. “When I went to the store she asked me to help her to get some candy, because guess what? She was hungry and she said her mom,” She peeked from her place to check if CryBaby was listening. “Was “sleeping” because that's what she does when she drinks too much.”

Dean's face fell at the confession, lowering his voice like Charlie so the kid wouldn't listen. “Was she on her own?”

“Yes! I just couldn't let her only have candy on her stomach, Dean!” She whispered. “Also, I need to take her to the infirmary.”

“Why? Is she hurt?”

Charlie crossed her arms. “Unfortunately, her little hands are covered in bandages and it's awful!” Sadness clouded her face. “She said her teacher hit her as a punishment for being late, but who does that? She hit her until she bled!”

“What!?” Sam swung the door open, finally leaving his room.

“Sam-”

“I need to see her” Sam walked past Charlie and Dean, who tried to grab his arms but he was fast enough to dodge.

Entering the kitchen, Sam could feel his heart wrench at seeing CryBaby eating the creamy pasta so fast as if desperate to get her hunger to stop. He wondered if she managed to eat something at school at least.

The little girl looked at him the moment she felt his presence, and for a moment Sam forgot how to breathe. Her eyes were exactly like Melanie's. It was frightening.

“CryBaby,” He heard footsteps behind him. “This is Sam, a friend of mine,” It's Charlie in her usual uplifting tone, giving his shoulders a light squeeze. “I just need to talk real quick to Dean, my other friend, and Sam here will make you company, okay?”

The kid seemed reluctant, he couldn't blame her, but she still nodded. Charlie smiled and left. Sam took slow steps, taking a seat in front of her, hoping his tall frame wouldn't intimidate the girl even more.

He wants to call her Melanie, that's who she used to b- No, that’s not her, Sam. Put this in your head. Her name is CryBaby, a pretty weird name, but that's her name. Not Melanie.

But she reminded him so much of her.

The hair split in two colors, the left side being darker and the other lighter; The cute gap on her front teeth; The little droopy brown eyes.

It would be difficult to disassociate both girls from each other.

“When you finish, can I take a look at your hands?” CryBaby froze and avoided looking at him. “It's to get you new bandages and help them heal better.”

“Can you make it better?”

‘Yes, I can! If you stay with me I'll never let anyone hurt you anymore’, it crossed Sam’s mind but he knew it wasn't true. “I can try.”

CryBaby gave him a weak smile and went back to eating. Sam furrowed his eyebrows looking at her using her injured hand to hold the fork, he wondered if it didn't hurt. “Do you want me to feed you?”

As much as his question sounded weird, the little girl had to agree. She spent the whole day having to use her hand to write and grab things even if it hurt like hell, a few pages on her notebook were stained with blood and the bandages were drenched, gluing to her irritated skin.

She definitely could use a break.

CryBaby then nodded and Sam pulled the plate towards him and took the fork, swirling it in the warm pasta, and leaning it towards her mouth. 

She gladly ate it. “Hmmm, so yummy!” Sam's lips curved into a smile, dimples poking out of his cheeks. CryBaby was such an adorable kid.

“I'm glad you like it.”

Charlie and Dean watched the scene from the hallway and while the red haired beamed at the sight, Dean shook his head in disagreement. This was bad, he could tell his brother was getting attached to that kid and getting him to let her go would be tough.

Dean knew it was tough for Sam to face someone who looked exactly like his dead best friend, someone so important to him and he never could really grieve for. A headache was starting to show up.

By the time Sam finished feeding her, his brother and friend were nowhere to be seen. He placed the fork on the plate and got up, motioning to CryBaby follow him. “C'mon, let's go, this way.”

“Wait, I need to wash the plate,” CryBaby walked towards the sink. “Mommy gets mad when I don't wash it, she says I'm lazy and useless.”

“No, no, no, don't worry about it,” He carefully took the plate from her hands and placed it in the sink. “I won't be mad at you, and you're not useless, okay? You're just a kid, you're way too young to be worrying about this.”

Sam brushed off any thoughts pondering what other awful things CryBaby heard from her parents, instead he led her towards the infirmary. There, he said she could sit in one of the white-sheeted beds while he searched for a first-aid kit.

It was a little uneasy how CryBaby was such a quiet kid, not asking any questions regarding the magnitude of the place or anything alike. She just stood there, swinging her feet back and forth with hands on her lap.

“Found it,” He approached, kneeling in front of her just when the sound of footsteps were increasing. He turned around in time to see Castiel walking in. “Cas?”

“Sam,” He greets him, looking at the girl. “Do you need any of my assistance?”

Dean probably asked him to check on me, Sam thought. He glanced at the angel, before considering his offer. “Actually I do, Cas.”

Sam gently took Crybaby's right hand on his. “This may hurt a bit, okay? But I'll be careful.” Sam started to unwrap the bandages and as it got closer to the skin CryBaby winced in pain. After freeing both hands he grimaced at how bad it was; Her tiny hands were full of dark red lines, skin open in vertical and prone to bad infections if not treated correctly. Dried blood was all over her little palms, reaching her wrists.

“Could you do me a favor?” The hunter motioned him to come closer.

“Always.”

“Can you heal her?” He gently grabbed the back of her hands, showing the injured palms to his friend. Castiel studied the harm and then opened his hand in front of hers, bright light surrounding above it as her skin began to glue against each other, healing the tissue and washing the pain away.

CryBaby watched amazed as a tingling sensation ran through her hand and in an instant, her hands went back to normal, skin smooth as ever. “Thank you!” Sam smiled at the child's smile. “How did you do that?”

She grabbed Cas’ hands back and forth to see if there was something in there, as if what the angel had done was a magical trick. However, Cas tensed at the touch, eyebrows furrowing in both worry and confusion.

Crybaby's hands were so soft and small, not even close to half Castiel’s, but what surprised the angel was the magical aura surrounding her that suddenly overwhelmed him.

“Cas,” The Winchester's voice brought his attention. “You alright?”

“Y-Yes, I am,” Castiel nodded, slowly taking his hands away. “Do you require anything else?”

“No, she just needed this. Thanks Cas.”

“You're welcome.”

———

Dean and Charlie were currently talking in his room, after checking on Jack who was with Adam. Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on his door. “Come in.”

The door cracked open and Castiel entered the room, with a clear worry expression.

“Is everything okay? You look worried,” Dean immediately tensed up, adjusting his posture. “What's wrong? It's about Jack?”

“No, Jack is fine and doing good,” Castiel assured him. “It is about this girl,” He looked at the youngest. “Charlie, where did you find her?”

“Uh, I was at the market when she asked for help to get a candy from the vending machine because she was hungry,” Charlie explained. “She said she didn't get breakfast because her mom drank too much and she didn't know how to do it on her own.”

“Damnit,” Dean mumbled under his breath. If there's something that absolutely disgusted him was abusive parents that fucked up innocent children on purpose. “Okay, but why do you wanna know, Cas? What's the big deal?

“The deal Dean is that she may not be an ordinary child,” He said sternly. “I fear she is an Empath.”

“Empath? What the hell is that?”

“Empaths are immortal spirits that reincarnate after the death of their vessels. This means that they'll continue to inhabit multiple vessels until the end of time,” Castiel began explaining. “It was believed all of them were extinct, however it looks like this statement was wrong.”

“Hold on, why are you so sure that this kid is an Empath?”

“After I healed her, she touched my hands and right at this moment I could feel her aura. It's very powerful and specific, the last time I felt this was at the presence of an Empath thousand of years ago, and only can be noticed through physical touch."

“Okay, but you seem worried. Why? Are Empaths like… bad?” Charlie asked.

“I'm worried because Empaths are one of the most powerful beings in existence,” The way Dean and Charlie's jaw dropped would be funny if it wasn't a serious situation. “They can be just as powerful as an Archangel or… a Nephilim.”

Dean let out a loud sigh, rubbing his temples.

“Now that's just fucking great.”

#supernatural #supernatural fandom #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fic #spn #spn fic #light angst #light hurt/comfort #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #charlie bradbury #adam milligan #jack kline #crybaby #cry baby #melanie martinez #melanie martinez k 12

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Summary:

a good day ending in red paint being flung in every possible direction, leaving tighnari upset and inconsolable - however, a true crisis is averted by the help of loving hands.

Words: 1,322

Rating: General Audiences

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Despite it all

You’re afraid of them.

To say that DogDay was shocked at this revelation would be an understatement. You with your soft words and even softer smiles were afraid of them. He just couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that you were scared of them, of him. But you were and now that he knew it was impossible to ignore. DogDay doesn’t even comprehend how he hadn’t noticed it sooner. 

He could see the way you tensed if Kissy approached too fast. The subtle shift in your stance, like you were preparing to run when long pink limbs moved too close. He watched your gaze go glassy and wide whenever Kissy’s mouth opened. Your eyes honed in on the hint of jagged teeth and gnarled wire. But he saw how you swallowed it down. A smile would spread across your face as without hesitation your trembling hands would provide comfort to her.

DogDay wasn’t sure if you were actually afraid of Poppy. But you were weary of the tiny doll in the way you always tried to keep her in sight. At first he thought it was because you were worried about her. And you were. You were worried about all of them but it wasn’t just that. It was in the way your eyes would dull as you followed her. How your hands would ghost over old wounds. He swears there's a touch of resentment in your gaze but it is gone as soon as appears. So he is never sure and he definitely doesn’t want to believe it. 

And it is so easy not to believe when Poppy would run up to you and immediately you would lean down. The little doll's hands would reach for you and you would obliged her. But there was still something there. Maybe it was in the way you wouldn’t make eye-contact for too long. Never staring directly into those big inhumanly human eyes that only Poppy possessed.

Call him selfish, because he probably was but he felt happy that you seemed the most at ease with him. You were his Angel and he didn’t know what he would do if he couldn’t be close to you. You didn’t watch him like you watched Poppy. You didn’t ready yourself to run if he moved too fast. He was over the moon when he realized that. And maybe that’s why it took him so long to notice. 

Again it had been obvious but you were so sweet that it was so easy to ignore. But he knows. He saw how you looked at Catnap when you had been hiding. Shoulders tensed with your flare gun at the ready. He saw how for a brief moment your gaze turned to him, how it trailed down his torso. At first he didn’t understand as he watched your eyes turn back and linger on the uneven lazy gait of the giant cat.

He understands now. While he desperately misses being able to walk, to be helpful in the ways he used to be. He thinks that, for now, he doesn’t want to be. If only so you wouldn’t have to worry. So you could be at least a little bit less afraid.

DogDay wonders why if you are afraid, if your every breath around them is filled with caution, then why do you treat them so gently? With everything you have gone through since coming back, why is your touch soft? Why do you let Kissy pick you up? Why do you let Poppy climb all over you? Why do you let him sleep so close when you are all too exhausted to keep going? He hasn’t asked you any of this, feels it would be rude. And maybe he is a little afraid you’d stop if he did. But he isn’t sure about that. Even if everything you do has a tinge of caution about it, you still do it. You still care for them, you don’t have to but you do. Dogday believes that despite everything you can’t help but be kind. You can’t help but be gentle and caring even in the wake of your own fear because that is simply who you are.

You’re their Angel after all.

#dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime #reader insert #hurt/comfort #light angst #dogday #poppy #kissy missy #catnap #dogday x reader #think i'm gonna do something for catnap next

[10liver]

Some Hawks fluff because he's such a dork.

Hawks catches Reader sobbing over some low-level punk partner.

Cw; fluff, Hawks x Reader, light hurt & comfort, GN!Reader

Every flash of that vivid fight is what keeps your tears fresh and flowing, slipping down your slightly chubby cheeks as you curl up deeper into the couch you've practically grown into.

It's been about 3 days since you've last seen the sunlight, depression hitting you like a bus after being dumped by someone who you thought was the love of your life. Yikes, never making that mistake again, huh?

The bags under your eyes more vibrant and visible than ever, the small cartons and plates of fast food places from whenever you would starve yourself to the point you were so hungry you were tempted to eat yourself.

To put it simply, everything went to shit for you. And you honestly couldn't care about anything right now, even the soft glow of your phone and the constant buzzing of notifications vibrating your coffee table.

All you wanted to do was mope, cry, mope some more, cry some more, sob, eat if really necessary, cr—

SLAM!

"Y/n!?"

You flinched at the sound of a familiar voice, one you didn't expect to hear at all at a time like this. You slowly pulled the blanket just below your eyes to make sure it was the person you were thinking of.

And sure enough, red apple colored wings along with a small flurry of feathers immediately captured your attention from across the living room.

"Hawks..?"

His head immediately snaps towards you before he came rushing to your slump figure on the couch.

"Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Why aren't you answering any of my texts?" The hero panicked, placing a hand just on your jawline, gently leading you up to look at him.

"Slow down." You mumble, yawning before slowly and reluctantly getting up from your dent in the sofa.

"Sorry, okay.. What's going on baby bird..?"

"Nothing."

"You know I know what you mean when you say that, c'mon now, I know you better than that songbird."

You grumble quietly before sighing and finally looking into his golden-brown eyes.

"They dumped me."

"What?"

"They dumped me."

He froze, simply zoning out before a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes took over his concerned expression.

He quickly shook his head before the frown reappeared. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat and sitting beside you to your left on the sofa with a small grunt.

"I know it hurts, but if I'm being honest about this, as a hero, and as your friend, you seriously shouldn't be doing this to yourself." He lightly scolded before fluttering his wings and wrapping one around your side.

You huffed, yanking your blanket from underneath him. "Not as easy as you think, playboy."

"Hey, I've quit my ways a long time ago." He quipped back, sending a feather to grab your blanket and pin it against the wall nearby.

You gaped before glaring up at him and reluctantly getting up to chase after your blanket.

"Ah, where do you think you're going?" He hummed before pinning your shirt to the sofa with another carmine feather.

You pointed to the blanket, and he chuckled before using his wing to pull you closer, unwinding your shirt in the process. "Listen, how about instead of you moping here, we go out for a little fly and get some fresh fried chicken."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

He silently cheered, pumping his fist down in front of him with a grin. When you gave him a look he cleared his throat and sat up straighter.

"Alright, I'll be a second, I need to do something real quick. Go on and get dressed, baby bird. I'll come get you in 15."

You couldn't help the smile on your face before you nodded and hopped up off the couch for the first time in 7 hours.

A giggle erupted from your lips when Hawks sent a feather to tickle you as a soft see you later. One last playful glare at him and you're off.

And that's when his expression darkened.

"Now, where does that bastard live."

#ao3 #fanfic #my writing #bnha #anime #oneshot #mha #fluff #mha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #light hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #sad reader #gn reader

[nomoreusername]

Don't Touch Her

Pairing:Brenda x gender neutral reader

Summary:After almost losing Brenda to the Flare you realize how deep your feelings run.

I had known Brenda pretty much my entire life. She had become me everything. I would do anything to protect her. It didn't matter the cost. Now she was collapsed on the ground and breathing heavily.

"Brenda,"I exclaimed, bending down beside her. I looked at Jorge for some kind of answer. Deep down we had an idea, but it hadn't set in yet. I didn't want it to.

"Move,"a man barked, trying to pull me off. I glared at him with everything I had, but somebody else started holding me back.

He ripped open the ankle part of her pant legs to reveal a Crank bite. In a split second everything inside me shattered.

"Why did you bring her here?! She could ruin everything!"the leader yelled.

"Please. I said I could help her,"Thomas pleaded.

"Oh, we'll help her alright,"He said, pulling out a gun.

"No!"I screamed, elbowing the man behind me in the gut. He let go of me and groaned in pain. I took this chance and bolted over to place myself in front of her.

"Don't you dare hurt her!"I screamed. His eyes softened giving me hope that he would listen. I still kept her close to me. I would never let go if it meant saving her.

"Look kid. I'm sorry, but this is how it has to be."

"No! Don't you dare touch her!"

"She's not going to be Brenda soon,"Jorge spoke up. My heart seemed to stop beating.

"You're her dad. How could you say that? She's the same Brenda she's always been."

"Someone has to pry her off."

"Wait! We can save her,"a woman's shouted. I snapped my head up at the most incredible words I'd ever heard.

"Mary she-"

"No. We have Thomas. We can save her,"She repeated. I looked down at Brenda. She was still unconscious, but soon she would be okay again.

"Did you hear that Brenda? You're going to be safe and sound in no time,"I assured her. I don't care whether or not she heard me. I need her to know she's going to be alright.

I need the girl I love to realize she's going to be okay.

#brenda x reader #tmr brenda #brenda tmr #the maze runner #one shot #tmr #light fluff #light angst #light hurt/comfort #short one shot

[italiansteebie]

Get Loose

Read on ao3 (Recommended)

Steve blinked, contacts drying out, jaw aching, nose dripping. He thinks that if he shifts his eyes one more time they’re going to fall out, but he’s had them in for 3 days straight. What can he say? He was never good at taking care of himself. He was great at reminding people to care for themselves, but he never had anyone there to return the favor, so now after spending four days in the woods with rowdy teenagers, and Robin and Eddie, the ache settled deep in his bones and he didn’t want to move.

He knew he packed tylenol, but there was a sharp pain in his chest, and a quick thought of “It doesn’t work as well as ibuprofen,” that ultimately sealed his fate for staying on the forest floor for the rest of his days. The others were still asleep, and it was no use waking them up just so he could get some help that would be selfish of him. So, he laid there in pain until Robin woke beside him, sun glinting off her eyes as she squinted the sleep from her vision. “G’morning, Dingus,” She yawned, seeing his open eyes, he picked up a weak hand to wave at her, and she frowned. “Don’t tell me. You haven’t taken pain killers at all this trip, have you?” And he winced, shaking his head in the negative.

“Stevie!” She sighed, before shifting around to grab his bag, pulling out the hand warmers, a granola bar, and his various medications. She helped him sit up, a supporting hand stayed on his back as he let out a pain filled groan. “Thanks,” He sighed, as he grabbed the granola bar from her hands. He tried to open it, but his hands were still weak from sleep. He tried shaking them, making fists, to wake them up, but to no avail. Just as the frustration pricked at his eyes, a pale, ring clad, hand reached, and plucked the bar from his grip, opening it, and handing it back to him. “It’s okay to ask for help, Steve.” The metalhead reminded him simply, and Robin nodded in agreement. He waved them off, he felt like enough of a burden already, not being able to keep up without his joints and muscles screaming in pain, he didn’t need them to go out of their way anymore. He spat out his night guard, the dentist forcing him to get fitted with one, as his stress was beginning to grind his teeth down to nubs.  He finished up the granola bar, washing down the left over taste with a swig of water, and began preparing his meds. 

First, the antidepressants, then the anti-inflammatory, the painkillers, and finally he blinked out the over dry contacts and pushed his thick, metal rimmed glasses onto his face. He slipped the supplies back into his pack and heaved himself up to start the day, and if Eddie had to help him the rest of the way up when his knees gave out, it would be their little secret. He unzipped their tent and climbed out to see Dustin, Mike and Lucas, climbing out from their own respective tent. El, Max and Will, he assumes, were still asleep, and his hypothesis was correct as he peeked into the third tent. He figures they snuck out during the night, shifted themselves around, he already told them that they wouldn’t care, just to not be gross, and to be safe. They all groaned, but blushed awkwardly next to each other as the elders of the group gave them stern, but teasing looks. Steve backed away from the tent, back popping loudly as he stretched, feeling relief he began his morning ritual of popping, and grossing out the kids. 

They looked especially green when Steve popped his hips, and the right one shifted a little too much and he almost fell over from the sudden dislocation. “God, Steve. That’s almost worse than Dustin’s collar bone trick.” Mike groaned, looking away with a scowl on his face. Steve responded by doing his favorite party trick, turning his foot backwards, smiling widely as his ankle popped in a satisfying way. He figured he’d tormented them enough, and he finally felt like his bones were aligned the best they’d be for the day, and he began lighting the camping stove. Once lit, and nice and hot, he instructed Eddie and Robin to grab the eggs out of the coolers, and mix them for scrambling. Dustin was in charge of buttering the bread so he could toast it, ignoring Mike’s sassy question of “How are we gonna toast bread without a toaster, Steeevee?” Waving a hand he put a slice of bread down on the hot steel and listened to it sizzle, once browned sufficiently, he flipped it over and did the same to the other side. Once it was finished he flung it at Mike who caught it just before it landed in the dirt, and eyed it skeptically. Steve paid no mind to the satisfied sound that made its way out of the boy’s angsty mouth, just a smug smile on his face.  

He continued cooking and handing out food, the last three kids rising just as he’d finished making their eggs. They all blinked blearily as they grabbed their plates and forks. Steve turned the stove off, popping in some noise blockers, and ate his own breakfast that consisted of toast and strawberries, eggs making his stomach turn just by thinking of them. He also couldn’t stand the sound of people eating, so he popped in ear defenders, ones that blocked the eating sounds, but let in voices so he wasn’t left out of conversations. Eddie had bought them after Steve had a meltdown at one of their Upside Down Fighters dinners. He hummed as he ate, the group was mostly silent, except for the occasional praise for Steve’s cooking by Eddie. Once they were all finished, Steve removed the earbuds, placing them back in their case safely, and shoving them into his pocket. 

It was the last day of their trip, getting ready to load up their packs and hike back down to Eddie’s van. It was about a mile and the way Steve’s joints felt too loose under his skin wasn't a great sign. He strapped on multiple braces, one one each knee and each ankle, before pulling his jeans down over them, the only evidence of them being the limited motion they caused. As he packed up their things, he eyed his foldable cane, but ultimately decided he wouldn’t need it. This was not a smart decision on Steve’s part, and the fact that no one else encouraged him to keep the cane out instead of packing it away would lay the guilt on all of them. They were about halfway done with their hike back to the van, Steve holding the heaviest pack on purpose, he didn’t want to load up anyone else’s with shit that was mostly his. 

His breath was shaky and he reached a hand up to push the glasses that had been sliding down, back up onto his nose, but this blocked his vision for a moment. Just a moment too long, and he stepped on a rock, causing him to take a tumble. His legs buckled under him and he fell hard, scraping his knees through his jeans on the rough terrain. He held the tears in his eyes as he tried to move. “Woah, hold on, Steve.” Eddie said, kneeling in front of him. He moved around to grab the pack off Steve’s back to make it easier to shift him to see the damage. He grunted as he lifted the pack, “Jesus Christ, Steve. Why is this so heavy?” The metal head asked, exasperated, and everyone else took turns lifting the bag to judge the weight for themselves. Dustin’s eyes widened almost comically, “Steve! Half of my stuff is in here! My pack only weighs like… Two Pounds!” He shouted, to which Steve waved a hand at, trying to keep his sniffles and whimpers at a minimum. Robin shushed the clamoring group, bending down to where Steve was basically crumpled over, she helped him shift so his legs were in front of him and no longer stuck under him. 

His knee was twisted grossly and there was blood leaking from his knees. He also paid mind to the purpling of the bridge of his foot, the dislocation he could help, he would take off the brace, pop it back in, and then tighten the brace as tight as it could go. Easy peasy. The break, however, would be more difficult to deal with. He tried to ponder which leg he’d bear weight on, probably the broken foot, putting weight on a fresh dislocation could cause tears. And tears were bad, he’d be out of commission for months. He rubbed the back off his hand at his nose, wiping away the liquid that had pooled there from the tears that were still streaming steadily down his face. He was pulled from his thoughts as he saw Dustin reaching for his hand sanitizer, and Steve immediately read his thoughts. “Don’t come near me with that, Henderson.” He said as meanly as he could, still sniffling pretty often. Dustin gave him an incredulous look, “We have to clean the wound, Steve.” He shook his head. “No, that can wait. 

Look, why don’t you guys hike the rest of the way back… and I’ll make my way there while you guys sit in the car,” He suggested, not wanting to hold his friends bak. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because he was immediately met with sounds of protest. He held up his hands in defense, ears becoming hot at the way everyone yelled in concern for him, “It was just an idea… Didn’t want to hold you guys back.” Once again, the wrong thing to say as all of them, even grumpy Mike Wheeler, were shouting at him about how he could never hold them back, how it was okay to ask for help. Eventually, they rearranged his pack to where it was distributed throughout the group, making the weight equal and bearable for everyone. Steve was not allowed to carry a pack, and Max, who didn’t have one, carried his, the rest of the way down. 

Steve allowed Eddie and Lucas to grab under his arms and help him stand, he leaned heavily on both of them, both of his legs out of commision. “I can help,” he heard El state, and before he could tell her that she shouldn’t help him, he became weightless. El had honed in her powers after defeating Vecna, and lifting things under 300 pounds didn’t even make her nose bleed anymore, so Steve was relatively easy to lift. 

With the help of Eddie and Lucas stabilizing him, and El doing the heavy lifting, they made their way back to Eddie’s van. Steve’s energy was sapped from him, and he felt useless. He’d barely done anything and was exhausted. Eddie could see the remorse on his face and so could Robin, “It’s okay, Steve. You’re tired, you dislocated your leg after hiking for half a mile with a 35 pound pack. No ones expecting you to have all the energy in the world.” She told him gently.  He shook his head ruefully, “I… I didn’t even get the worst of the injuries during Vecna and I- I’m just weak.” He said harshly. Max put her hand up before he could continue, shushing him as he began to speak, “Steve. Everytime we go through this, you get hurt. You get a concussion, this last time you got choked out for like… Thirty seconds!” She said, shushing him as he started spewing out harsh things about himself. “Stop, Steve. You haven’t had an easy life, and everyone knows by the way. Eddie spilled the beans a couple weeks ago when you left your cane in his van. To go through all of that and have another disability on top of that?” She shook her head before smiling. “You’re so strong, Steve. And you’re allowed to be tired.” Everyone nodded in agreement, especially Eddie who looked sorry that he pretty much outed Steve. They loaded their stuff in the van and helped Steve get situated before making the drive back home.

It was an hour long drive, and most of it was made up of the kids, Robin and Eddie reassuring Steve that his disabilities didn’t make him a burden. And if Steve welled up with happy tears, nobody noticed, or at least they pretended not to. They dropped the kids off, Will and El, then Max, then Lucas and Dustin, who were staying at Dustin’s house due to Lucas’s parents having taken Erica to tour a “smart kid school.”  Then driving to Mike’s house, sending him on his way with loving sneers, before making their way back to Steve’s. The elders made plans to stay in the large house as it was basically abandoned by its owners, a fact that was largely ignored, and it gave them enough room for them to spread out with their respective partners. Eddie carried Steve bridal style through the door, only pausing to make a marriage joke, to which Steve blushed and hit Eddie’s chest bashfully at, and set him down on the plush couch. He began taping Steve up, his house was stock piled with the necessary supplies for Steve’s joints. His parents got tired of taking him to the hospital each time he broke a bone, or dislocated something, so they all took classes and bought the supplies to do it at home. This was one of the times Steve appreciated his parents' laziness, because it meant he wouldn’t be separated from Eddie. 

He heard the door open and shut quickly, and he assumed it was Nancy letting herself in to hang out with Robin. He heard their greeting, and quiet giggles. It didn’t last long as he heard a door shut from his spot on the couch and he smiled as the lock clicked quietly. Eddie was gentle as ever as he wrapped the casting around Steve’s foot. He was practically an expert now, as clumsy as Steve was. He smiled in unison with Steve as he listened to Robin and Nancy’s greetings, “They’re a sweet couple, huh Stevie?” Steve nodded. He felt so full of love, the fact that Eddie was helping him, without griping or complaining, made his heart so warm. Once Eddie was done playing doctor, as Steve called it, He lifted his boyfriend and carried him up the stairs to his room, which had become much more of a nest with Eddie’s frequent company. Eddie laid him down, lifting the covers and snuggling in beside him. They quickly fell asleep under the warmth and comfort they provided for each other.

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[bread4innie]

me: i love reading angst

me reading angst:

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[leighsartworks216]

You Hate Me

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Sooooo I wrote this one morning when even just laying down had my knees hurting and I was like,, well what if Tav had that too? Also inspired by the fact I get to campus an hour early and still try to rush to the (empty) classroom instead of, ya know, taking advantage of the huge time buffer I give myself

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of joint pain, insecurity, crying, possibly OOC, clown mention

Word Count: 1,545

Masterlist

AO3

Just a bit further. A little further and then you could rest. If you make it to that tree - make it to that tree and you can sit down. Just a bit left to go.

It started almost a week ago. Unable to cope with all the traveling, your right knee started bothering you. With every step you could feel your kneecap shifting back and forth with a dull click. Then, it started to hurt. Nothing serious. If you walked slow enough, you could avoid it. But now every step sent shocks of pain up your entire leg. Your left knee joined the party this morning, removing any sense of relief you had while walking. Even sitting down didn't remove the pain, but you couldn't afford a day off.

Your companions noticed the changes, despite your best effort not to show any outward discomfort. You moved slower, the occasional grimace slipped through, they weren't traveling quite as far. You consider asking Shadowheart for anything that could ease the pain, but you already knew there was little she could do to help. So you grit your teeth and kept going.

Your foot stepped on uneven ground and you nearly dropped from the agony that shot through your whole body. Karlach worried you might actually just collapse. But you kept going.

Astarion couldn't bear it. None of them could - they hated seeing their intrepid leader fight their own body just to go a few more feet - but your struggle settled like a boulder in his stomach. Every time your face scrunched up, every hiss of your sharp inhales, felt like someone had stabbed a knife in his chest and was twisting it ever deeper. He hated the feeling.

With only a few long strides, he slipped from the back of the group to the front, walking alongside you. He had to change his normal gait just so he didn't surpass you. "Darling," he hummed quietly, just loud enough to keep the conversation between you two, "you should rest."

You shook your head. You didn't even spare him a glance. Your eyes didn't shift from the tree. "We're almost there," you dismiss. It's slightly breathless. Despite needing to walk slow to avoid the pain, you were pushing to go faster.

He tsked. "And how far do we still have left to go?" He tilted his head as he looked at you, already knowing whatever distance you said would be too far.

You nodded to a tree dead ahead. "Once we reach that birch, we can rest."

"That birch?" He pointed. "The birch tree that's nearly half a mile away?"

He could feel you bristle with his incredulous tone, but you didn't say anything.

He scoffed. "My dear, I can be stubborn at the best of times, but this is ridiculous! You're barely staying upright as it is."

"I'm fine-"

"No, you're not," he sharply cuts you off. He grabs your arm and pulls you to a stop, holding you there with enough force that you wouldn't slip out and keep going. You refuse to look at him even now. "You're wincing, your hands have been clenched for the last mile, and you keep stumbling. The tree will still be there if you just sit down for a minute."

The rest of the party watches from a distance. Far enough away they can just make out what Astarion's saying, especially as his voice rises in pitch the more frustrated he gets.

Standing still hurts. It's hard to say if it hurts more or less than walking; it just hurts. Your face is pinched as sharp jolts run up through your joints, like someone is poking you with a sewing needle. Walking, you decide, must be better than this.

"It's not that far," you insist, voice low. "And when we get there, we can-"

"Gods above, you're impossible! Fine. Fine! You want to get to that tree, fine." He lets go of your arm.

Before you can even take a step, he's sweeping you into his arms, supporting you with one arm under your back and the other hooked under your knees. The pressure hurts for a moment, but it quickly fades away. The lingering aches are from pushing yourself too hard. He begins marching once more toward your end goal.

You want to shout, to demand he put you down. But when you look up at his face, his eyes are sharper than usual, lips pulled into a tight frown and crease forming between his eyebrows. He's angry.

He's angry with you.

The words die in your throat. You hate being so dependent. You were the leader - you needed to be strong and fearless and without weakness. To receive help feels like someone plunging their hand between your ribs and stealing away a chunk of your worth. But seeing Astarion upset, upset with you, that stings far worse.

You avoid looking over his shoulder. You could just imagine their faces. How Lae'zel would scowl at you for being weak. How Gale's face would turn somber when he realizes you're not as capable as he thought. You couldn't bear it. So you press your forehead to Astarion's neck and stare at your lap.

There's an unwelcome burn at the back of your eyes. Shame floods your chest and crawls up your throat until it chokes you. Water pools along your lower lids and blurs your vision. You can't walk and now you're going to cry. Just how fucking pathetic can you be?

Astarion's head shifts and you can tell he's trying to look down at you. He's trying to see your face. Because he can feel you shaking in his arms. He can hear your lungs quivering as your breaths become uneven and choppy. You press your closed eyes against his throat and he can feel the hot tears against his skin.

His frown softens, though you can't see it. He slows down to a stop and tells the others to go on ahead, to the birch tree just there, and start working on setting up camp, but all you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears. Their faces become fraught with worry; Karlach is the last to go. She still looks back once or twice. Astarion finds a suitable rock and he sits.

"Shh, sweet thing," he cooes, voice no louder than a whisper. His arm around your back pulls you into his shoulder, hand tangling in your hair as he cradles you. His other hand rubs soothing circles along your thigh. You gasp around a sob, body curling further into itself, into him, as you release your emotions. "It's alright."

You strangle out an apology. It's wet and croaky and painful.

"Whatever for?" he asks.

"You're mad at me," you whimper.

He huffs. The frustration from before rises in him again just thinking about it. "Yes, I am."

He feels your breath catch in your throat, and the heaving breath you take after. "You hate me."

Astarion laughs, short and sharp. "Why would I hate you, dear? Because you're too stubborn for your own good?" You don't have a response for him. He kisses your head, wherever he can reach. "I'm mad because you put yourself out trying to solve all of our issues, but the moment you have one of your own, you refuse any help. You're going to tear yourself apart."

He sighs and rests his cheek atop your head. His fingers rub the nape of your neck, gently tugging at the hair there. You carry so much tension, it's a wonder your muscles haven't locked up from the stress.

Time passes slowly in his arms. It seems to take forever before you start to calm down, and even longer before your eyes have dried. He does nothing to speed the process aside from gently hush you when you try to choke out apologies.

You sniffle quietly. Your eyes are raw, and you're all too aware of the stain of water you've left on the vampire's neck. When you speak, it's a painful creak in your vocal chords. "You don't hate me?"

He presses another kiss to your head. "No, love, I don't hate you. Not unless you've done something truly horrific, like invite a clown to show up at camp in the middle of the night." You chuckle weakly. It's such sweet music. "Gods forbid you start donating to charity." You laugh this time, and Astarion's chuckle vibrates against your ear.

His fingers detangle themselves from your hair with one last gentle tug, and his arm wraps around your back once more. As though you weigh no more than one of his pillows, he stands once more with you in his safe grasp, and begins heading for camp. He can see Karlach up ahead light up when she sees you're finally on your way.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I just feel so... useless, like this."

"Please, stop apologizing," he begs, dramatically. "Just say 'thank you' and we can move on."

You peel your face from his skin, dried tears sticking you together. You wince at how disgusting this must be for him. You lean up and kiss his cheek. He smiles at the affection. "Thank you."

Softer, he says, "Of course, my love."

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[lila-went-missing]

Saw you want to write Clarisse x Reader and I NEED more clarisee x reader fics SO!

Can you a Clarisse x reader of when Percy broke her spear and just like readers reaction to the her scream and just very angsty but very fully at the same time! Pls and thank u!

I swear on my life reverse hurt/comfort is one of my favorite things to write on this planet. Also, I feel like it’s worth mentioning that Dior said she literally BLEW OUT HER VOICE when she did that scream?!?! She never fails to amaze me.

This got a bit sadder than intended but it's not too bad. Also, sorry this took so long, I had a math test, two essays, and a debate, on top of personal shit. But I FINALLY got it finished.

My Love is Waiting For You to Come Home

Warnings: Slight violence, mild angst, hurt/comfort, cursing, small amounts of blood, mentions of wounds, lmk if I left anything out.

Pair: Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Apollo!Reader

For the first time in what felt like forever, capture the flag was going great. It had been a long time since the red team had won, but you were actually doing really well. You were up in a tree close to the flag, shooting anyone who got too close with your arrows. They weren't sharp, but they had enough of a point to hurt.

Clarisse was hunting in the woods below you. You'd occasionally catch sight of her from the place you were perched on your branch. She always looked amazing like this. Hair pulled back, armor on, spear in hand. She was in her element, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't extremely attractive. The way she looked so tough, her lucky red bandanna tied around her bicep.

Anyone else would say she looked terrifying. But to you, she was the most beautiful person you'd ever laid eyes on. You were the only one who got that side of her.

It wasn't long before she disappeared again, hunting down anyone who dared to get close to the flag or your tree. She had mentioned something before the game. Something about revenge on the new kid. She didn't go into detail about said revenge, but you new it wouldn't end well for someone.

You didn't move from your tree, assuming her and her siblings had everything handled. And they did, for a while at least. You had shot down another four people by the time you heard your girlfriend scream in a way that genuinely terrified you.

Jumping down from the tree, you raced to the sound as the conch horn blue. You made it in time to see her storm off as the blue team carried the flag over. Just before she made it out of sight, you saw the spear in her hand. Or rather, what was left of it.

Oh gods. You thought.

You tipped your head back, letting out a breath before turning in the direction she went. You found her in the arena, tearing dummy after dummy into shreds. You let her go at it for a while, watching from the doorway.

Eventually, you slowly walked towards her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Clar.." You whisper.

She jumps, turning quickly, ready to knock you into the ground before relaxing. All of the tension disappears from her face, her bottom lip trembling. You reach forward, taking the sword from her hand and tossing it into the rack haphazardly.

"I- fuck.." She drops her head forward, breathing hard.

"Come on.. it'll be okay." You lead her towards your cabin, knowing all of your siblings would be in the infirmary tending to peoples wounds. You can see cuts and bruises on her arms, giving you a feeling that her back will be even worse. You make sure to grab the pieces of her spear on your way out.

On the way to your cabin, her eyes don't leave the ground. Your hand stays on her back the the whole walk, not leaving even as you open the door for her.

She sits on your bed, putting her head in her hands. The broken weapon lays on the foot of your bed as you sit next to her. Her breath shakes with her body.

"Let me clean you up, okay?" She nods, at your words.

"Okay.." Her voice is smaller than you've ever heard it before. You lean forward and pull her shirt over her head, confirming your suspicions about her back. An angry red covers almost the entirety of her tan skin, small amounts of blood leaking from a few spots.

You hover a hand over the scrapes and cuts, a warm glow emanating from your palm. Her wounds slowly heal as her muscles relax. Your heart breaks for her every time you hear her wince or feel her breath hitch. Your free hand reaches forward, grasping hers. A few small scars form over the area, but nothing that won't fade.

You lean your chin on her shoulder when you finish, wrapping your arm around her front. Her other hand reaches up to hold your wrist.

"I love you.." You whisper into her ear.

She hesitates, not speaking for a few moments. When she does her voice is as shaky as her body.

"That was the only thing- the only proof he-" She can't finish either sentence. You can feel her holding her breath as if she's trying not to cry.

"I know, my love. I know." Your lips press into her shoulder. "I'm gonna talk to some Hephaestus kids, I think there's a couple of Hecate kids in the Hermes cabin. I'll do everything I can to fix it."

Her whole body shudders. She's never had the best relationship with her dad. He'd always said that she should've been a son. That spear was the only acknowledgement she'd ever gotten from him. And now it was broken.

A few tears slip down her cheek that you pretend not to see.

"It'll be okay, Clar'." Your arms tighten around her as her head leans into you.

"Thank you." She mutters. If it wasn't for your close proximity you probably wouldn't have heard it at all.

"You deserve someone to care about you.. I'll be damned if I don't do everything I can to be that person."

"I love you. So much." Her voices is so soft, so gentle.

"I love you more." You're not sure how long you sit like that, but it's long enough for your legs to go numb. You can bring yourself to care as she looks so comfortable. She's always had to fight for her dad's love. It gets tiring after you do everything you can to get no recognition. It was nice to know she had someone. If she didn't have anyone else, she would have you.

Eventually you moved positions to her laying on your chest. Your hand rubs up and down her back as her wrap around your waist. She traces patterns across your skin with her finger tips. It's not long before you're both sound asleep in each other's arms. She would never have to fight for your love, it was just there, ready for her when she came home.

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