#she.. she didnt follow through so my friend the one who asked the favor told me n apollo that the gift she meant to give is now sold out

[lovesomehate]

Hello, I’m the booty shorts Jacob anon. This is how I imagined it in my head. There’s no werewolves, just summer fun.

Alright, so, I feel like Bobby couldn’t have been always simple. But, he was a standout football player at one point. Travis and Chris were out living their lives while Bobby was at home raking in hometown fame. Everyone thought he was getting out of the town on a huge deal. Concussion turned bad ruined everything and caused Jedediah and Constance to pull their children back into the safety net, that is north kill.

The counselors all still know each other, they still visit north kill for the summer camp. It’s still kinda creepy but the town has been through renovations to pull in college kids and new families.

Laura meets Travis speeding one night, things bloom. He doesn’t take her excuse of her boyfriend… ex boyfriend cheating. But she is drunk, speeding, and behind the wheel of a car. She gets only a speeding ticket but a night in the drunk tank. Her and Travis reluctantly bond because she’s emotional and drunk and latching onto the hot, older cop who’s looking at her like she ruined his night.

Her friends come to pick her up, the ones she called in the morning. Travis is drinking coffee when they barge in, “WHERES OUR FRIEND? WERE FILING A REPORT BECAUSE SHE DIDNT MAKE IT HOME YESTERDAY.” Travis sighed loudly into his cup, “The one that was drunk driving?” Jacob nodded, “Yeah. She was going through something.” Ryan looked at Jacob in disbelief because, “You told a cop she was drunk driving…. Really?”

Travis, sees Laura more and somehow she keeps getting herself in trouble. But he’s starting to realize it’s because she sees him more. Any disturbance, the other officers reach out to him about her, and he’s on the case immediately.

Jacob is a HUGE football fan, so while cruising around the town. He stumbles into some lore and information about the BOBBY HACKETT. “Ryan you know who this is! He was the best two way player ever in high school. He was tight end and middle linebacker. He could catch and he used to pancake people crazy.” Ryan was staring at the pictures in the old diner, “Yeah, that’s Chris’ brother. Our boss-“ Jacob gasped, “Your boyfriends brother… oh my god!” Ryan pulled him down by his collar, “He’s not my boyfriend… shhh. People can hear Jacob. God.” He shrugged, “You have to ask him to introduce me… he’ll do anything you ask. You do anything for him. It’s a favor Ryan!”

They’re working when Ryan broaches the subject about Bobby. Jacob is watching like a madman, he’s like actively drooling. “Uh, so… I heard you talking to someone in your office. Uh, who was that?” Chris raised his brows and smirked, “You heard or were you eavesdropping?” Ryan’s cheeks flushed, Chris waved him off, “It’s fine… uh, my siblings. I think my brothers are on their way. I need help getting the row boats down for the kids tonight. I’m thinking about lanterns and ghost stories on the lake.” Jacob nodded, and held his thumbs up to Ryan and jetted. Ryan cleared his throat when Chris looked at him, “Are you getting out of here too?” Ryan nodded and brushed their hands together. Chris held his briefly to run his calloused thumb against his knuckles. “See you tonight.” Ryan blushed and nodded before following Jacob.

Laura and Jacob had front row seats to watch the other two Hacketts. Travis was in dirty blue jeans, a flannel with the sleeves pushed to his elbows and a white shirt that clung to his body. He held a boat above his head while Bobby was in strapping it. Jacob’s mouth was hanging, Bobby was in his overalls with the top hanging. He had forgone his shirt and his muscled back flexed with each movement. “He’s so big.” Ryan didn’t know which of his friends said it. It was probably in unison. Both Laura and Jacob were drooling. “Please… you guys.”

Travis had dirt and soot on his hands as he tried to rub them clean. “Chris, that’s it?” Chris smiled, “Yeah, T. You guys can stick around if you want to help out. Just take a counselors and they’ll show you what needs to be moved-“ Chris didn’t have time to get it out of his mouth before Laura mumbled about something in the nurses station. He let himself be dragged away. Jacob grabbed Bobby, “Hey uh… we can do this…” Bobby grunted and looked down at him as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “Okay.”

Chris watched his brothers go with them. He put his hands on his hips, “Ryan… do you uh…?” Ryan swallowed, “Jacob knows… about us by the way.” Chris shrugged, “So… unless you care?” Ryan scoffed, “No! I’m just… no.” Chris grabbed his hand and squeezed it, “Good. I don’t care. What I care about is you and your well-being. And I guess I have to care about your friends too, now.” Ryan hummed and leaned into him, “I think Laura is going to have sex with your brother.” Chris sighed, “It wouldn’t be a surprise. I think she left the tree log she was sitting on, wet. She was moaning and gasping at him taking a boat down.” Ryan covered his face with his other hand, “So you know about Jacob?” Chris shut his eyes, “Dear god. Ma and pa aren’t going to like any of this.”

Jacob sat with Laura around the campfire, sometime after 3 in the morning. Ryan joined them in Chris’ sweater that was a little too roomy for him. “So… did all of us get laid?” Laura smiled wide, “Im happy to report that I did. It was amazing. And that man is an animal. I might have to hunt him down for round two.” Jacob grinned back, “So, I didn’t know I was flexible. And uh, yeah, I learned things tonight. He gave me an old jersey after me begging him for that… among other things. Im going to turn it into a crop top, Laura I need help with that.” Ryan pulled on his sleeves as they turned to him. “So?” Ryan shrugged as looked off to the side, “It’s official. And Chris accepted you guys because he thinks you’re going to be around forever…” Jacob hummed, “Cool. This is going to be a fun summer.”

MFJAJFANGJANF YESSSSSSS

I don’t even know what to say. It was just so 😩😩😩😩 fuck so good.

#travisxlaura #chryan #jacobby #fics #ask #anon

[wheelsup]

okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart. 

wc: 1.6k   contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

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“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering. 

“You’re being dramatic.” 

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder. 

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff. 

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower. 

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority. 

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark. 

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself. 

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.” 

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity. 

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured. 

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.  

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath. 

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny. 

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.” 

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo. 

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had. 

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one. 

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you. 

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it. 

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.” 

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor. 

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy. 

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it. 

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…” 

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit. 

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.” 

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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[momoliee]

It’s probably too early for The Meta No One Asked For That I’m Gonna Write Anyway about XQC, alas…here we go

Dr. Xie Qingcheng, 32, male, straight (so far), 180 cm with only one current family member.

Xqc is introduced as a cold, aloof and apathetic retired doctor who has no passions, cares about nothing except for his sister, and unless he’s angry, you can barely get an emotional response out of him.

Through meatbun’s character notes on how he has no favorite food, no favorite color or animal, no personal preferences outside what’s most practical and how he’s very very responsible and rules abiding and honest and sober and serious, and through he yu’s POV that continuously paints him as this heartless cold blooded person, I dare say we were…deceived by this so far shades of gray picture we had of him.

Xqc was born into a finically stable middle class family consisting of two cops for parents and a younger sister that came into the world 8 years after him. When he turned 13, and his sister was only 5 at that time, his parents were fired from their job due to a case they shouldn’t have been investigating going wrong, and they had to move to a rural area. Not long after that, he witnessed both his parents’ deaths and saw their corpses with his own eyes, the site was bloody and there’s no way it didn’t traumatize a pre-teen like him. He then was tasked with taking care of his sister, becoming a doctor despite not wanting to, owing others favors and spending all his money on smth that’s yet to be revealed instead of enjoying it. He got married, not to a woman he loves but to someone whom he thought of as “suitable and appropriate”, got cheated on and went through a divorce before losing full interest in the marriage life. He was finally able to retire (we don’t know why yet) and live a quiet, normal, boring life.

I believe xqc loved his parents, I believe he loved them so much cause in chapter 20, he mentions how he thought he wouldnt be able to live past the grief, he wouldn’t be able to go on or move forward, how the grief completely overtook him. He also mentions how he used to play with knots and handcuffs when he was a child, which shows how close he was to them. So for a child who had a good stable life with two loving parents to suddenly fall from a class to a class, suddenly lose both parents and see their corpses with his own eyes, that must’ve fucked him up big time. I’m talking “when can I fully register all of this” kind of fucked up. But he didn’t have time to fully absorb all of this, didnt have the time to sit down and cry, he had a sister, she was only 5, where will they get the money from? What were they gonna do? How was he going to continue school while caring for her? He didn’t have the time to sit down and grief, to sit down and adjust. For a child who had a normal life and didn’t have to worry much about the money like every other middle class kid, he was suddenly burdened with poverty AND loss, and duty and responsibility. Good bye to the days of playing with handcuffs and knots huh?

You ask me, why does xqc not have a favorite food? I answer you, because many many nights, he didn’t know what to feed his sister, much less himself. Cause I bet that many nights, he would have to give up his portion for Xie Xue, to make sure a kid like her is full. Cause he couldn’t afford to be picky, couldn’t afford to choose; whatever was edible will be eaten, taste and flavor be damned. He had to start working from a young age, balance school, babysitting and working all at once. The last friend he made (I think) was that Chen Man guy whose parents were friends with his parents, back when they were alive and life was good. He didn’t have time to make friends, or go out, or have a favorite color or visit the zoo and decide on a favorite animal. No, he had to study, and study hard to become more financially stable and support Xie Xue, he had to raise his baby sister and protect her, he had to work or else how will he put food on their table? Yet he never lost his soft kind heart, cause when his sister asked for a laptop, he bought her one just so that she wouldn’t feel less than any of the other children.

Xqc had to SURVIVE, he had to make do with what he had and what he didn’t have. He didn’t have time to sit down and cry or process his trauma, didn’t even have time to think of adolescent love or his youthful days or do what kids his age did. And all of that carried forward into his adult life. He pushed his emotions back so hard and had his practical, business like mind take care of everything in order to make it through the days. He started to believe that passionate emotions such as love and hate and lust and desire were all a waste of time, a distraction from his duties, smth that will rock the delicate balance he created with his everyday busy schedule. Emotions will stunt you, emotions will delay you, crying and not going to work today means no food to feed his hungry sister with. That’s when he started thinking, strong emotions are a DISEASE, they will take up your time, cloud your judgement, have you make reckless decisions that you’ll regret later. And he couldn’t afford any of that right? Strong emotions are for the weak, they put you in crutches and disable you from moving forward. Wasnt that what he told his ex wife? If he had submitted himself to his grief back then, where would his sister be? Where would he be? How could they have grown up to be healthy and successful adults?

So this man taught himself practicality and duty and priorities. He stopped thinking about himself, about what he wants and what he feels, and instead started making sure that those around him are happy and content and safe and well taken care of. He no longer had desires or passions, he only had rules and regulations. If a person lost their sense of taste, would they still want chocolates and burgers? Would they still have cravings and foods they’d rather swallow medicine than eat? No. If so, how will they decide on what to eat every day? They’ll simply start following a “perfect nutritional plan” and “balanced diet”. They’d eat what they have to eat, when they have to eat, and in the exact portion they need. To them eating would be another chore they have to do every day to keep their bodies going. Similarly, with xqc, graduating, working, marrying, taking care of his sister and auntie, these all became “tasks” and “chores” that he had to abide by and follow. They became the dietary plan for his life till he dies, the outline he shall follow, the textbook rules he will carry out, no need to think of what he “wants” or “desires”, what will make him “happy” or bring him “joy”. He no longer listened to his emotions when making decisions. Even when marrying his ex wife, he married her cause she was “a suitable match”, not for her looks or personality or anything. Feelings are life’s taste buds, and once you remove them, everything becomes tasteless and mundane, and practicality/logic takes over. He stopped knowing what it felt like to choose based on your preferences, cause he stopped having the luxury of choice ever since that night when he was 13, and he no longer was able to re-teach himself the meaning of free will and choice.

So when he yu, in chapter 20, asked him how he would’ve acted if Xie Xue had died, and he said, “I would’ve continued living as I am today till my last breath,” he wasn’t being “cold” or “heartless” or “indifferent” as he yu likes to say. He was being practical and methodical and thinking with a logical approach, rather than an emotional one, just the way he taught himself to throughout all these years. His almost 2 decades of pure survival mode and severely repressed feelings spoke in the form of autopilot. “I would do what I have to do, what I’ve always done every day of my life so far cause what choice do I have?” Is what he meant to say.

But I believe that he’s a soft hearted, kind and loving person. He never says no his sister, never says no to his auntie, helped that homeless man as best as he could, taught he yu that he was normal and that he wasn’t a monster, believed in treating his patients with words instead of medicine prescriptions, believed that the mentally ill deserve to live normally instead of being locked up. I believe that underneath all the shit he has buried, there’s a lot of passion and love that’s been kept dormant for 19 years.

In conclusion, idk where meatbun is gonna take his character but I genuinely hope he gets to heal, and start having more color and flavor in his life. Start allowing himself to live, not just survive.

#case file compendium #xie qingcheng #bing an ben #meatbun doesn’t eat meat #cfc #bab #meatbun

[ushiwakaout]

WARNINGS: age gap, student x teacher (platonic then romantic) SPOILERS FOR MANGA CHAPTERS 280+

probably really bad spelling

Ok bitches, it’s midnight and my mind is ROLLING.

This obviously has to do with bakugo. I’m a bakugo kinny so don’t @ me plz.

I really do be thinking that he’d fall in love with his teacher. But like let me explain.

You’re one of his teachers but you aren’t a hero, 100% a vigilante bc you don’t believe in the Hero morals bc you think they are a little twisted. You’re the only teacher in UA who’s not a “real” hero, personally i think Aizawa is a vigilante bc in the beginning we see that he doesn’t like Toshinori and i think it has to do with his Hero ways.

ANYWAYS, getting out of pocket here.

After the UA festival you have a big soft spot for bakugo and midoriya (especially bkg but don’t tell deku). One day he accidentally fell asleep in class bc he’s been having nightmares and you notice. Ofc you do- he’s basically your kid smh. You don’t even bother to wake him and you threaten the ones who try, especially denki and mineta. Your quirk revolves around blood manipulation but u can make it into a physical form (i guess like elsa but w blood/ u can manipulate not just yours) So when they try to wake up bakugo you just put two scary blood creatures beside them and they threaten them for you. If class is over and he’s still asleep, deku looks a little worried but you pat his shoulders and let him know it’s okay.

not you waking him up with a blood figure bc your scared of him 😔 just a lil

he obviously wakes up startled with the blood beside him, unknown to you, it reminded him of the Sludge villain. you rush to his side and start to apologize, stroking his hair but he just slaps your hand away. He’s not used to this type of affection. “Bakugo.... Are you sleeping alright?” He obviously doesn’t crack under the first attempt and decided to leave, calling you an old hag nun the less. He’s muttering “Why should you care?” and “Mind your business old hag.” Mind you, youre only like 7 years older than he is. (Bakugo is 16, aka the oldest of the class making you 23, one of the youngest teachers too) You only stop him seconds before he’s out the door to let him know that he can talk to you when he wants to. Obviously flips u off bc he doesn’t see you like an elder like Aizawa or All Might.

The fourth time Bakugo is distracted or falls asleep, he slips up. You wake him after Iida complained to you about not waking him up, low key threaten him too- u know that he almost murdered stain 💀 shuts him right up. You stroke his hair this time, trying to be gentle and not startle him like last time. You ask if he’s okay again and that’s when he slips up, “Just nightmares n stuff...” He is NOT fully awake or conscious, so he kinda frazzled up again and we are back to our regular program of Bakugo barking in your face to mind your business. But you don’t expect him to say thank you right before he walks out the door. You’re like ????? that’s new.

It’s probably the last time bakugo falls asleep is when he starts developing a crush on you. You run your hands through his hair again and he kinda rubbed into it like a cat being pet behind the ears. Both of you are like 👁👄👁

He BOLTED. No way he had just developed a crush on his teacher. No fucking way. Try’s to distance himself from you. Doesnt sleep in you class anymore. Doesnt ask you for your help or anything. You don’t mind since it seems like he’s getting by better than he was before.

But when he gets captured by the LOV and youre at camp w aizawa as extra help and you don’t see bakugo back with the rest it’s like a piece of your heart was ripped out. ( BTW in this point in time the feelings you have for bakugo ARE NOT ROMANTIC, it’s kinda like Eri and Aizawa situation, you unintentionally took bakugo under your wing and care for him a little bit more than the rest)

You don’t sleep until you find him. You’re at the press conference and you’re blood begins to boil when they said bakugo would become a villain. You spoke over Aizawa “I can assure you that you can drop those theories and accusations of my student. Bakugo Katsuki is talented and strong willed. What you saw during the festival was a mier fragment of who he really is. He’s a good kid who wants to be the number one hero one day... he wouldn’t give that up to be a villain.”

“And how do you know this fire sure, (hero/name)”

“I know my student better than anyone.”

When you hear that Midoriya, Iida, Momo, Kirishima and Todoroki went on a rescue mission to save Bakugo- you freak out. You paced all night until All might won the battle against AFO. Shota called you in the middle of the night to let you know that Bkg was gonna be in the hospital for the night. You rushed over there and once again your blood began to boil- you overheard the converstantion with him and his mother. Her calling him weak. What kind of mother was she?

you purposely walked in, “Oh sorry... You must be the Bakugos, I’m H/N- his teacher.” Mitsuki shook your hand and so did Masaru. You guys chatted a little before they left. “Your fathers such a sweet guy... how’d he end up with your mom?” Bakugo chuckled, “Old hag basically jumped on him at work.” You two chuckled together.

A very long chat between you too happened. More on how he was feeling and how you worried about him. At this point Bakugo knew that he could confide in you... He looked down at his lap and he began to sniffle. Something you where NOT expecting. “It’s all my fault... All might lost his power because of me... Becahse i was weak.” You heart ached for him UGH. Taking his hand in his, “Bakugo you are not weak... You’re the strongest kid I know. This isn’t your fault. If anything it’s mine... I couldn’t protect you kids fast enough... I’m sorry.” Caressing his cheeks. “It’s getting late. Get some sleep bakugo.” Youre about to let go of his hands but his grip gets tighter. “Don’t make me say it old hag.” He mutters before you chuckle a little and sit back down. You fall asleep you head on the edge of his bed, still in your chair while he finally began to drift to sleep. Your hand now in his.

When he figured out Deku’s secret he has one condition. “We tell L/N”

Deku’s like ??? “You mean H/N??? But kacchan!”

“No buts deku! We tell L/N or i tell everyone.”

“All Might! Do something!”

“I trust her”

“HA! Stupid deku!”

Bakugou’s kinda excited to tell you while y’all have tea and discuss Deku’s quirk but your sipping your tea when they tell you and your like “Oh, yeah i kinda figured that out myself... You guys are really bad at hiding a secret.” Bakugo calls the irresponsible and the rest is history 💀

Also you side intern w a 1-B student Shiozaki bc y’all have manipulation quirks and he gets mad jealous 💀💀 also hates that u intern w Vlad King and hang out w Hawks WAY TOO MUch

If he’s ever around you guys and Hawks starts flirting OH MAN bakugou with start to bark.

Hawks is the first person to notice his crush and he tells you and your like “Pft BAKUGOU?? You’re crazy!” but then you low key begin to notice small things that you didn’t before and your like oh- Oh shit.... this ain’t good

“Bakugo, have lunch with me will you?”

Denki and mineta make dirty jokes and you slap both of them w your shadows before the exit class.

You’re both mid into your bento box as you just blurt it out “Do you fancy me Kacchan?” yes u intentionally call him kacchan bc he chokes on the spici bento u made him. “Oh wow... hawks was right...”

“WHAT DID THAT BIRD BRAIN TELL YOU”

“Just told me you had a crush on me... Didnt believe him until now...” You eat a little more bento and just put it down bc ur don’t like the tension in the room. “Bakugo you know nothings going to happen between us right? You’re my student and i care about you. I obviously favor you but that’s all it’s gonna be.”

“Watch your mouth old hag. I’m 18 in two years, let’s see if i don’t come back and bite you in the ass.”

you burst out laughing and he just barks at you for laughing at him. “You will not my dear bakugo. Unless you graduate top of your class, turn 21 and make an image for yourself, then we’ll talk.”

“Mmm i promise ima gonna follow you till u love me too, L/N.”

“you’re disgusting, eat your bento.”

SPOILERS FOR MANGA CHAPTER 280 and ONGOING

You’re horribly injured. Gashes and blood spilling from your wounds as you watch Midoriya fight a battle alone with Shigaraki. Bakugo is sitting you up between his legs, making sure you don’t pass out. Your blood isn’t regenerating your wounds like it usually would. Your body has its limits and you’ve almost passed them.

But when Aizawa goes out cold, Deku claims Nanas float quirk, it’s up to you and Endevor to keep everyone safe, even if your body is screaming at you to sleep and rest.

There’s a moment when you see bakugo look at you when he sees that his child hood friends is in grave danger. “Don’t... BAKUGO!” He’s already in the air and your blood whips aren’t fast enough to move them. Shigaraki is faster and pieces through his chest and abdomen... It’s like you could feel it. “NO!!BAKUGO!!!” Everyone around you can hear the horror in your voice as you push yourself up in the air w the rest of your energy and catch him in your arms before anyone else does, but your body feels limp, luckily enough Todoroki Shoto is seconds behind you and catches the both of you safely.

At this point you can’t even tell who’s blood is on your hands. “You idiot.... Damn it ... Hey, hey you’re alright, look at me Bakugo. You can’t leave me too kid.” If it weren’t for your regeneration you’d probably be passed out the way he is right now. “We’re gonna get you to safety alright.... You gotta keep your promise... as stupid as it is.”

The second your feet step into a medical, everyone is looking at the both of you in horror. You tears a falling onto him and you just look like a tired mess. “Please take him. No- No not me, him! He needs help not me, please.” The doctors are quick and they try to help you but you keep screaming that it’s bakugo that needs help and when he’s not in your arms anymore and you see him getting the help you need that’s when your body collapses into the arms of a doctor.

Once everything is over and everyone is safe. You’re the last one out of the group who wakes up, which frightens bakugo. He’s in his room and he’s nagging you at his nurse to let him see you (your legit a curtain over) but she keeps saying that you need rest and blah blah. “Let the kid in nurse.” You croak and bakugo almost falls off his bed to get to you.

he regrets his decision. you look pissed. “You could have died.” was the first thing you tell him when you see him. “Do you know how selfish that was Bakugo? You could have died in my arms? Did you even think about that-

“My body moved in it’s own...”

*silence*

“I had to do something...”

You start tearing up, “get over here you stupid pomeranian.”

After that you watch Bakugo from afar, you give up you job in UA. You felt unworthy to have that position especially when you couldn’t save your student for the second time. Sometimes bakugo calls you and ask where you are while he’s on a grocery run. “I’m a lot closer than you think Kacchan, now get home safely, it’s getting dark.” You hang up in him and follows him back to UA, making use he’s fine.

This goes on for two year until he graduates. He’s taking pictures with his friends and aizawa gives him a box. “What is this?” he shrugs. “She just dropped it off.” He walks away leaving bakugo confused.

He opens the box and it’s a picture of you and him that Toshinori may have taken while you laughed together eating your bento. Behind the picture, there’s ink w your hand writing “give it back in 3 years” and inside there’s ring hanging on a necklace, he chuckles while reading the next note “p.s i’m not proposing. i just want something else to look forward to other than your presence”

“stupid hag.” he mutters before pulling the necklace over his head and tucking it into his graduate uniform. his hand is over the necklace and you see his smile from the top of the UA roof. When he looks up, he sees you. You smile softly and disappear when he blinks- he was afaid that would happen.

the next three years go by a lot quicker than he realizes. He’s interning under the agency you created w hawks but your no where to do seen. You’re never. in office.

and when april 20th hits, it’s the first time people see you in the office in three years and you go directly to Bakugos cubicle. You place a white box in front of him and smile “Happy birthday Dynamight.” His eyes widen when he locks eyes with you. Your hair is different, you look more like a woman than you did 5 years ago. he’s speechless and u just chuckle and roll your eyes. “My necklace, Kacchan.”

“I want my birthday present first.”

“What are you talking about, the box is your present now hand over my neck-“

“that’s not what i’m talking about.”

“the what-”

all eyes are on you two when pulls you into a kiss that he’s been holding onto for five years. “This necklace is mine now, just like you are. I promised you didn’t i?”

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For some reason, Bakugou found it particularly hard to focus during class today.

Hell, who was he kidding? He knew exactly why he couldn’t concentrate, and it was your fault. Why did you have to miss-button your shirt this morning, and why hadn’t anyone let you know?

While Aizawa was busy going over this week’s upcoming events, Katsuki’s eyes were focused hard on your breast, not even bothering to pretend like he was paying attention. He swore he could fall in love with you all over again just at the sight of them. Bakugou’s eyes traced over the hem of the exposed parts of your light blue polka-dotted bar, committing every visible stitch to memory.

His eyes followed the curve in your breast, watching every slight bounce caused by your sudden movements. He often wondered what they looked like underneath the prison they were confined to, were they just as round perky as he dreamed they were?

Bakugou shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable, but his growing erection prevented that happening. Trying his best to stall his hard-on Katsuki redirected his attention from your boobs. He noticed the smeared mascara and wondered what had you in such a rush this morning. It was unlike you to look this un-put together.

Not that it mattered, Katsuki would drool over you no matter what. Just woke up - your bedhead is adorable. Gross from training - he wonders how your sweat tastes. In the midst of burning down the dorm - wow, you look so cute when your hair is on fire.

Katsuki was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t hear when Aizawa called his name, and a soft pat on the shoulder from Deku wasn’t enough to distract him from his distraction. So gathering all of his confidence, Deku gave Bakugou a slightly harder tap on his head this time, like gently petting an angry pomeranian.

“Oi, what the fuck!” Bakugou snapped at the terrified male behind him, causing Izuku to go green - well greener than he usually is. “Don’t mind, Midoriya. He and the rest of the class, myself included, were just wondering what has you so infatuated with Y/n.” Your teacher asked, causing an undeniable blush to form across the bridge of Katsuki’s nose, quickly spreading to his cheeks.

“Maybe you should consider minding you your own damn business!” Bakugou retorts.

“Awww dude. Can’t you see, Bakugou has a crush on her!” Kirishima teased while simultaneously stating the obvious.

“On her! Please, I’d set my sights higher than someone who can’t even button their fucking shirt right!” He scoffs.

You glance down, seeing that your blouse is indeed buttoned incorrectly, exposing your light blue bra to the world, causing you to turn a deeper shade of pink before turning away from the class to fix your mistake.

Wait.

Did Kirishima just say that Bakugou Katsuki was crushing on you?

Your crush...had a crush on you?

It took a minute for the class to rile down after Kirishima’s outburst. Bakugou fixed his eyes on your teacher, half-listening while he continued to let his fantasies play out in his head. Meaning now it was your turn to stare. Your eyes didn’t leave his, trying to make sense of everything that just happened.

It was kind of obvious. You noticed the way he would stare at you during class, how he always managed to be right outside the bathroom when you finished your showers, and how he would basically devour you with his eyes during lunchtime. Maybe today would be the day you finally confronted him about all of it and asked him on a date.

-

“Remember tomorrow we meet at Ground Beta, so you can skip coming to the classroom,” Mr. Aizawa announced to the class waiting for everyone to exit the class so he could do the same.

You rushed to gather your things so you could catch up with Katsuki before he got to the dorms, knowing that you wouldn’t get another chance to talk to him today. He had a ridiculous habit of shutting himself in his room until dinner and going sleep straight after. After a full-on jog through the halls of U.A., you finally caught up with him, prompting Bakugou to pause his conversation with Kirishima and Kaminari.

“Hey, Katsu! I really like you too, and I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go out on a date with me?” You asked through pants, resting your hands on his chiseled chest.

“See, Bro, I told you she liked you back!” Kirishima gushed, causing you to snap your head towards him. You hadn’t noticed that he was with his friends. You wanted this to be a moment between just the two of you. Not to mention that this was now ten times more embarrassing than it was before. You felt as your cheeks began to heat up hotter than they were before. When you took a step back and finally looked up at the blonde, you were surprised to see he was blushing just as hard as you.

Ignoring Kaminari and Kirishima’s taunts and more than juvenile comments, Bakugou manhandled you into an empty classroom. Before you had a chance to put reason behind your prior words, you felt Bakugou’s lips come crashing down onto your own, abandoning his schoolbag in favor of holding your head between his calloused hands. You heard a slight moan leave your lips in return to his sudden actions. Bakugou took advantage of your parted lips, seeing it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring the moist cavern as if he were a pirate looking for buried treasure.

He moved his hands down to your hips, hoisting you up onto an empty desk as he continued his exploration. Stroking his tongue with your own, you earned a quiet grunt from the man. He finally removed his lips from you slightly bruised ones, for the sole purpose of catching his breath. Bakugou leaned down to pick his fallen backpack, and unable to make direct eye contact with you, Bakugou murmurs a quick ‘Yes’ before leaving the classroom.

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Slytherin!Rafe Cameron AU

Slytherin!Rafe Cameron x Gryffindor!reader (non-canon Rafe LOL) 

you and rafe cameron NEVER got along 

you two were always yelling at each other, throwing spells at each other, and even physically punching and shoving sometimes. 

it all started when you got accepted as one of the youngest seekers on the gryffindor team in a long time. you were praised by many and had many admirers 

he was jealous of your success. he was the same age as you but never received the same hype. it was like his household-- he worked so hard without gaining any approval from his father who only loved sarah.

the rivalry officially started when rafe told one of his friends lackeys to spell your broomstick before a game your first year. you were an innocent freshman then and felt confused when you jerked around in the air

after losing that game, rafe walked by you and mumbled “mudblood” under his breath. you weren’t surprised that rafe was prejudice after hearing the rumors about him

but you werent the type to judge someone before knowing them ... 

but now you officially hated mr. hot guy at hogwarts

later that month, you produced a love potion and slipped it into another third year’s drink who you knew had a crush on rafe 

crush is an understatement-- she was obsessed with him. and the love potion only made her passion more intense

she followed him around everywhere,.. and i mean EVERYWHERE until the potion wore off

and rafe had too many classes with the girl to avoid her 

the girl even snuck into his room and chased off other girls who hit on rafe

to be frank, he was pissed . 

the both of you had gone back and forth with mean pranks to each other, but you were seventh years now .. you were almost ready to go into the real world and you didnt have any time for immature pranks

...

just joking !! 

you both still hated each other. 

anywho

it was the nearing final game of the season, meaning it was you and rafe’s last quidditch game at hogwarts 

the tension was much higher between you two than usual 

when he saw you in the hallways, he would literally just shove you to the side while you spell his pants to fall down 

sometimes that worked in his favor which pissed you off

right before the game, rafe drank some liquid luck he needed it 

“god im so ready to crush that mudblood , there’s no way gryffindor will win today” 

“rafe why are you still fighting with her, it’s been years!” 

“hey she fights with me too” 

sarah cameron rolled her eyes at the immature boy but said nothing. she was secretly rooting for the two of you to have an intense love story... but it didnt look like it was happening 

the stadium was going wild as both teams walked out. everyone knew and loved the slytherin vs gryffindor rivalry 

secretly you loved it too. it gave you some sense of competition 

“ok i want a good game students. no playing dirty and all that” 

the professor narrowed her eyes at both you and rafe

you guys definitely wouldnt follow those rules

once the whistle blew, the players shot into the sky

there wasnt much for you to do as a seeker until you saw the snitch and you waited for it to catch your eye. you looked at the other seeker who was a sixth year. she glared back at you. 

“what are you lookin at, mudblood” 

you rolled your eyes at her comment

suddenly, it appeared in your line of vision and you went soaring through the sky. you could faintly hear someone announcing your actions on the speaker, but all you could focus on was that tiny ball with wings 

it was so close to you, you could touch it 

you held out your arm to try and grab the golden snitch-- your hands practically wrapped around damn thing

“y/n watch out!!” 

were the last words you heard before you felt something hit your side, flinging you roughly to the stadium. your back hit wood and you fell to the ground, the sand “breaking” your fall 

you could almost hear the audible gasp through the stadium as you dropped from the sky, but all you could feel was pain. in all of your years as a seeker, you’d never been hit with a bludger. you had always kept your eyes peeled for them

you knew someone deliberately hit you with one this time

a whole bunch of professors ran to you

“y/n darling! oh dear, this looks bad” 

you felt someone prop you up, but everything seemed blurry and faint. you were going in and out of consciousness 

your mouth was dry and probably bleeding, but you could still mumble out a few words

“check my hand” 

then you blanked out

you woke up in the hospital wing alone. and you hated being alone. 

your body felt sore and everything was fuzzy. your lips were dry and chapped and you could barely move your body

“easy there, y/n. you dont want to strain yourself” 

at the sound of that deep voice, you whipped your head to the side and came face to face with ... 

rafe cameron?

your curious look turned evil.

“you bastard, you hit me with your fucking bludger!” you wanted to hit him on the head, but your body wouldn’t allow it

“are you seriously that mad?? you still won the fucking game!” he spat back 

that made you laugh. he tried his best to knock you off your game, but you still pulled through-- as always

you gave him your best smug look 

“youre right. i should be grateful right now that mr. cameron just lost his last game... ever” you emphasized the last words

you expected to same something back, but he stayed silent

you opened your eyes and just saw him staring at you 

“what?” you spat. you didnt know what game he was playing at 

and for the first time in your life, you saw a look of remorse and confusion on his face 

“well if you have something to say, then just say it!” you yelled. patience wasnt your strong suit 

he scratched the back of his neck, something you knew he did when he was nervous 

“look, i just wanted to say im sorry, ok? i- i didnt mean to hit you so hard” 

his confession shocked you. 

you never had been kind to one another. ever. 

“um... alright” 

you and rafe were both bad at emotions 

“alright? i apologize to you and you just give me a mere ‘alright’?” his tone made you angry 

“excuse me?? just because you apologize, it doesnt mean i have to forgive you!” you didnt even know why you were mad-- it’s not like you meant to brush off his apology, you just were confused

he scoffed and slid back in his chair. it was then you noticed he wasnt in his robes, just his pajamas that were sweats and a tank top (you knew this because you had snuck into his dorm one day while he was sleeping and spelled a bunch of snakes to his bed. they were harmless ofc) 

“whatever.” 

you saw something flicker in his face that you hadnt seen before.. was it embarrassment? something else? 

you were over all the anger that you had towards rafe. you were both 17 and still fighting like kids. all you wanted to know is why 

“rafe, why do you hate me so much?” 

you finally asked 

he paused in his steps, and didnt make eye contact. odd. he was always staring intensely at you. then he scratched the back of his neck

“be honest” 

“fine, i was jealous of you alright? you were the golden first year and i was just another first year on the team. everyone paid attention to you i guess and i dont know .. i just got angry” 

you tried not to show any surprise, but you were shocked. rafe always seemed so cocky and arrogant, to know he envied you at one point didnt make you feel too good

“well maybe people would like you more if you werent such an asshole” you bit out. you dont know why you said that, he was being vulnerable but he started the rivalry by making you lose your first game. it humiliated you. the rumor was you couldnt even fly properly and people doubted your skills as a seeker

he rolled his eyes and turned to walk away 

“wait!” you shouted. he stopped.

you didnt know what you wanted to ask him, but the words toppled out before you could stop them

“why are you here?” 

“to apologize”

you gave him a look. 

somehow, you felt like you knew rafe cameron better than anyone at this school. you knew what made him tick, you knew what made him nervous, embarrassed, etc. you even knew what made him happy so that you could deliberately not do that

and you knew when he was lying. like right now

his jaw tightened. “jj.” 

?? huh ?? 

“what? what about jj?” you knew rafe didnt like the gryffindor, but he wasnt as mean to jj as he was to you 

“jj carried you out of the stadium. he was the first one there.” 

you still didnt know why he was telling you this 

“um, ok? did he like tell you to come here?” 

suddenly, you saw a smile on rafe cameron’s face. 

you had only seen him smile like that when he was reading his potions textbook or practicing offensive spells. he never smiled like that at you. 

then... it hit you 

“wait... were you.. jealous of jj?” you sputtered out 

he gave you a now smug look

“i guess? it was a weird development i admit.” 

you rolled your eyes

“oh, liking me is a ‘weird development’” 

“woooah who said anything about liking?? i just said jealousy. im pretty sure im just jealous youre close to another guy besides you.” he fibbed.

you scoffed. “im close to plenty guys besides you.” 

you were lying. 

guys hated how much you interacted with rafe cameron and were scared of getting on his bad side. they were cowards-- all of them. there was nothing you hated more than a coward. 

“anything else you have to confess to me?” you asked finally, confused of the direction this conversation was going. 

“nope. see you around y/n.” 

he gave you one of his rare soft smiles and closed the door, leaving you more confusion than you had woken up with 

once rafe closed the door, he paused with his back leaning on it. 

“guess that liquid luck came in handy” 

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[Art by me, refs i found on google. Character is mine and my comfort character]

(Back story on Jay Clef Wolfwood)

He doesnt remember much of his childhood. His adoptive father said he was found half drowned in the river. Clearly unwanted by whatever parent he was with before. If it werent for Agent Stareye, a GOC field anget he wouldnt have seen his first birthday. Since then his mind was in a fuzz until he started highschool. He can recall his fathers coworkers looking after him but never seeming happy about it. People always tense around him... never seeming comfortable with his company.. and the list, oh fuck the list, he had to live by for his "saftey" according to his father.

Never be in any pictures. Its a way to be tracked.

Never walk alone in the woods. Its too dangerous

Never tell anyone about what dad does for work

Never talk about dads friends

Never talk about what dad does

Theres more but he slowly outgrew them. As he finished highschool he entered a special collage the GOC provided for him and others like him. He was top of his class. He further advanced his education and became a science doctor, much to his fathers pride, but then... the incident happened. He was waiting for his father to return home when a reality bending anomaly was spotted near the house. He didnt notice until he walked outside to get something from the back garden. There it was staring him down. They entered a strange staring contest before he took a step further. The anomaly seemed shocked and growled at him, then the shot rang out. He whipped his head back and saw his father with his work rifle.

"Inside! Now!!" His father barked with a panicked tone.

Jay wasted no time and bolted into his childhood home. His father looked him over and hugged him close, explaining what happened.

"But.. nothing happened? It just stood there..." jay replied confused then shrunk into himself at his fathers look

"You.. didnt notice the world literally melting around you? Oh fuck oh fuck fuckfuckfuck!!" His father started to pace and tug at his hair.

"Father.. dad whats wrong?" He was scared, father never acted like this...

"Pack clothes and anything you need desperately. I... i need to call in a favor-" and off his father went.

Jay did as he was told and hurried to pack bags of clothes, blankets that calmed him, worn stuffed animals, all drawings, pictures of dad and his coworkers, and anything that would keep him sane.

He and father started to load up the car just as dads radio started to go off.

For the first time ever, his father turned it off.

They drove for hours after the incident until they reached a cabin across the country. His father has been quiet the entire time but looked to him with tears in his eyes.

"Listen my little bird.. you wont understand this yet but.. the person who lives here... she'll care for you okay? Shes gunna get you a good job and keep you safe. Please do not, and i mean this, do not under any circumstances tell them about me or what happened. You will be killed if anyone found out about who i am or what happened. Never forget your safety list either okay? I love you baby bird.. i hope you live well.." his father held his shoulders firmly as he started to cry.

Jay was frozen as tears silently streamed down his cheeks. He had so many things he wanted to say, things to ask, but no words came out.

A woman with bright red hair and her husband came out in a hurry to help unload the car while the father and son had their moment.

It wasnt until jay was on the porch and watching his father figure drove away. He broke down screaming and crying. He never knew it then but as his world broke so did the world around him.

The world gray-scaled and started to crack. Pitch black horns sprouted from his forehead and curved like twisted dear antlers. His eyes blazed different, glitching colors and a third eye opened.

The husband took a risk and hugged him tightly, urging him to calm down. It.. it took some time before things settled, the world back to normal... but jay wasnt. There were stubs where his horns were and a faint line of his third eye remained.

The kind husband, Gary, took him inside and sat him on the guest bed. Gary and Rose, the wife, began to explain what they could. That his father's work hunted down anomalies and he would be forced to kill him were his work to find out. Rose was his brother and worked for a different organization called the SCP foundation. They protected and contained anomalies like the one in the woods.

"But... i wasnt the one father killed. Why... why did he leave me here?" Jay asked through hiccups.

"Well.. that anomaly was a reality bender. It makes things change around you. You never noticed and even scared it to backing down. No one can just... not be affected. You would most likely be killed.. the place your father works for hates anomalies and he wouldnt be able to hide you. The SCP foundation would allow us to not only give you a home but make you at least a class b researcher. They would treat you well given our status as class a doctors."

As rose explained jay just nodded numbly. He wouldnt be seeing his father ever again for his own safety. It felt so.. selfish. That was the man who took him in when no one wanted him, raised him pasted the age he was about to be denied, given a home and love. Now he understands why he was abandoned, their birth parent knew he was different and tried to kill him.

Soon the lovely couple left him to unpack and settle in.. he kept the photos hidden away but didnt get rid of them. Just as he put the last blanket on... well on his new bed there was a soft knock at the door.

"Hey.. jay um.. a doctor is here just to make sure youre okay. She wont tell anyone unless we say. Shes nice, rose works with her." Gary spoke softly with a... pitiful expression.

Jay nodded and walked to the dining room with a stuffed deer plush hes always had for comfort.

The doctor, Dr felleen, made sure his mind was still in one piece and that he had no hidden injuries. He was completely fine so to speak.

Time would pass and he would adjust to his new home, gary and rose maple were kind to him. They taught him alot about where he would first show up during a "bring your child to work day" then shadow gary, who was hot shit on campus. Soon he would have his own office at Site [redacted] which he excelled in. He could make any SCP talk. Sure his coworkers were uneased around him, like something bad would happen if they stayed, but he didnt mind. Eventally he was forced to transfer to Site [redacted] and sadly forced to move away from gary and rose. He left on good terms and promises to keep in touch. He takes most of his things, just in case he must come back and takes a moment to look at photos of his old adoptive father. He smiles and kisses the photo.

Hes gotta go, Dr Kondraki is gunna be his new site director! He promised to show him around, something about 05 loving his work and promoting him to class a? Oh well. Things seem to be looking up!

[More to follow soon!]

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Chapter 4

Part one here:

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Morgana was 16 now. Itd been a year since her father Uther announced she would be of marrying age. At the very least of age to be promised to someone, and it was easy to say that Morgana was not pleased at all. Arthur had tried to sway their father, as gently as he could without angering him, but Uther wasnt having it. The old man was already confined to his room, sick beyond repair, and he 'had to make sure his children were taken care of.' It didnt matter how. It didnt matter if Arthur would be miserable as a young king, or Morgana miserable as a house wife; as long as they were taken care of. And that's when Morganas teen rebellion really kicked in. Everyone knew about it, Morgana would sneak out late, making it incredibly easy for anyone to find her going to see her latest 'crush' of the week. She didnt mind the gossip-- she even welcomed it. The one suitor who had been at the castle when he heard about her 'cheating' - which, for the record, the prince had only asked Uther to court her; never morgana herself- was absolutely mortified. And Morgana couldnt have been prouder. Gwen and Arthur were... reasonably a bit embarrassed, but they had about as much of a chance of stopping her as Uther did. And if Gwen was really being honest, she found it hilarious. All Morgana had to do was ask for a kiss from a fair lady and the busybodies in the castle would get to work.... unfortunately the more it happened the more Gwen and Arthur were less amused. Gueinivier couldnt quite put her finger on it but it made her stomach turn whenever she saw Morgana kissing some other lady... Arthur was more annoyed in general, in a brotherly way.

But today seemed different. A lot more relaxed... no one was giving her letters from princes' or kings, and no need to ask for more favors from the ladies in the town or working in the castle. The perfect day to get up to something with Morganas favorite people in the world... Gwen and Arthur. ... well, Gwen was definitely a favorite, arthur really got on her nerves a lot, but he was still her brother. So that's what brings us to the now. Gwen and Morgana walking through the forest in comfortable silence... Arthur had unfortunately been roped into another meeting with the king and the round table, so the two thought to make it a girls day. As they walked, Gwen couldnt help but let her mind wander, glancing over to Morgana... it was true, the Pendragon siblings were both very good looking. Anyone anywhere would love to be their king or queen... but gwen loved them beyond their looks. Morgana was mischievous, mysterious and bold. Arthur was strong, dependable and kind... the two put her head in a tizzy. But with Morganas.... escapades lately... she couldnt help but give the witch the cold shoulder. The secrets and kisses from other girls were funny and cute at first but now they had gotten a bit more frequent... a little more bold. And unfortunately, Gwen was far too good at hiding her true intentions because Morgana hadn't even noticed anything was wrong. Sure she had acted a little off at times but, times were strange now... with her fathers declining health and tensions on making sure Arthur was ready to be king...

... and then Gwen nearly jumped out of her skin. Her thoughts were so abruptly interrupted by a sudden presence that she let out a squeak in suprise. the suprise guest in question laughed at her reaction, along with Morgana.

Mab had been watching the two for a few minutes, waiting for a good moment to suprise them and drop from her place in the trees. "Hello you two." Mab put her arms around the girls. Admittedly it had taken her a while to accept Gwen even as an acquaintance. But what really sealed the deal for Mab was Gwen's pure, genuine fascination. Whenever she looked at magic and its byproducts her expression held nothing but amazement, wonder and fondness. And if anything, Mab wanted to keep amazing her, just to see that look on her face. It never failed to make her laugh. "I'm suprised you're both out today..." the princess trailed off, and Morgana groaned. "Its been absolute hell back at the castle." She rolled her eyes and slumped her shoulders for emphasis, to which Gwen chuckled and shook her head. "They... that is, Arthur and Morgana... have had their hands full to say the least." Gwen further explained to Mab, who got a thoughtful look on her face before replying. "Sounds like you've come to the right place to decompress then." She winked at the girls before wordlessly leading the way further into the woods...

"Ahhhh...." Morgana sighed in relief as she sunk down in the fairy made hot spring. She didnt realize how much tension she was holding in her neck and shoulders until now, but the hot water was absolutely amazing on her muscles. All that running away from terrible princes, knights and responsibilities does a number on ones self she supposed... "Are you two done yet?? The waters going to get cold." Morgana called through the thick veil of greenery to Mab and Gwen, who were currently whisper fighting with eachother. Since neither girl was exactly ready for a suprise swim, Mab had let them borrow some of the stollen goods she... acquired as offerings in her woods. People who dont want to be kidnapped, killed, cursed or worse always left her a little something at the threshold of her home. And the few cloaks she'd acquired she allowed Morgana and Gwen to use... they were her least favorite anyway. But honestly, Mab didn't see *why* you needed to cover up around others while you swam, showered, bathed, etc. It was a completely foreign concept to her, but she got a kick out of the red faces from Morgana and Gwen she just told them both to hop in. "I cant just go in! What if its... not secure enough." Gwen gestured to the 'swim-suit' Mab fashioned for her. "Well, then itll fall off. What do you *think* would happen?" Mab hissed back at her sarcastically. "You'll be fine. Its not like she'd bite you.... well..." Mab had to reconsider that. Gwen shoved her arm and the faerie princess grinned. "Follow my lead." She said confidently, Gwen watching as Mab strutted out. She had her usual attire on. Not uncommon, since it looked like the plants that made up her base clothing were just a part of her; but the few nice touches of clothing or signs of humanization were gone.

She stopped at the far end of the spring before jumping in and swimming over to Morgana with ease. "Come on Gwen." Mab said impatiently, and Morgana shouted after her. "Sooner you get here the sooner we can play water games!"

Gwen took a deep breath. Be brave. Just like them. She rolled her shoulders and closed her eyes, calming herself down before opening them again, now with new determination. Her nerves wouldnt get in the way of this rare day off. So, she took off running... and dove into the water. She could hear Mab and Morgana clapping and laughing above, swimming over to them now as she breached the surface. "That was amazing!" Morgana said with a big grin. "One things for sure we've got to do that together-- just... neyoooommm... " she put her fist in the water suddenly, making a splash. "See how big a splash we can make..."

"Well. One things for sure, the fun is only just beginning." Mab gave them a mischievous smile.

The fun was officially in full swing. Mab had invited a few fresh water sirens to come play a guessing game with them, and it only escalated from there.

Some of the river nymphs were playing as a referee for the games going on; some of the kelpies at the bottom of the hot-water would sing while a few of the fae would try and guess what they were singing. Some of the sirens were playing a competitive diving game with their treasures; bits of bone, a pearl or two. Whoever got to it first kept it. Which, without supervision quickly devolved into a bloody fight. A few of the not-so-water-resistant creatures were having loads of fun just on the shore, making flower crowns for any winners and not so subtly trying to help the contestants who they thought were the cutest. Morgana had joined Gwen in the kelpy game, since the creatures had a tendency to drag any losers down underwater and drown them... but Gwen was doing suprisingly well. Morgana was only a little bit jealous. Mab had split from the girls briefly to compete with the sirens, winning a few games and rejoining her friends once she had enough trophies of victory. They came to sit with eachother at the edge, all three of them smiling to themselves and basking in the fun. "So. How's your day off been?" Mab asked them with a grin. "Well considering Gwen's won more games than I... I'd say not so well." Morgana joked, making Gwen laugh. "Well, I can give you some pointers next time." She winked and nudged Morgana with her elbow; making Morgana blush just a little. "Well. Either way you both look just about ready to join the sirens with the way you're pruning up there. Let's get you two dry." Mab hopped out of the 'pool' and shook herself dry a bit. "Okay *mom* " Morgana teased as Gwen and her followed. "No you pronounced it wrong. Its MAB." Mab corrected her. Morgana wasnt super sure if she was being serious or not, but it didnt matter. Mab lead them to a closed off area where she stashed the twos clothing. "Once you're dressed we can do some land-games." Mab winked at them, squeezing out her hair. Gwen and Morgana went over and grabbed their clothes as Mab got some cloth to help dry them. The fae girl allowed them both a screen of ivy and vines to get dressed in a bit of privacy...

Today was... something else. Gwen couldnt remember the last time shes had this much fun. The amazing wonders around her filled her head with dreams and her heart with hope and longing for adventure... discovering more and finding things no ones ever seen before... but only if it was with her friends. As cliche as it was... she wanted Morgana... Arthur, even Mab there with her. Wherever the road took her. They completed her in a way she could never have imagined. She wanted to be there for them. Just as they would for her... Gwen had many friends as a child. But when her family moved to Camelot, all of it was ripped away from her. She wondered sometimes... if they thought of her. But the Pendragons and this magical world... took the heartache away.... but... recently? With Morgana..? The heartache returned... no it wasnt the same as before. No force on earth could take Morgana away from her. No, the heartache wasnt one of sadness... it was longing. So similar but so different. The heartache that belonged to Morgana was one that was bitter-sweet. Whenever she looked at her it was the feeling of coming home to a warm fire and sweet fruit.

So then... why did the thought of being with Morgana... hurt at the same time?

..she knew the answer. Arthur. She loved arthur just as she loved Morgana. And yet... not. They were so different but she loved them all the same. The kind of love she'd want to come home to and kiss before bed every night.... Arthur and Morgana... were her love.

Meanwhile, Morgana got dressed. Nothing in particular was on HER mind. No... but something was on Mabs...

The faerie peaked her head through to Morganas side. Seeing she was infact decent. Mab had been infatuated with Morgana for a long time. She'd known it in her gut. Shes told so many of her friends and they all dismissed it as wanting a pet. And shes seen fae have human pets... the feeling wasnt the same. For them It was control... dominance and cruelty. But Mab wanted Morgana for the very reason just to love her. When she thought about kissing Morgana her heart raced, when she thought about curling up with her, going to bed and waking up to see her face everyday... it made her heart hurt with how much she wanted that. Real love...

"Morgana." Mab began... there was a pause. "... Mab?" Morgana questioned her. She looked incredibly suspicious... was this the start of some prank? "I..." Mab stepped further in. "Wanted to tell you something." She crossed her arms loosely. Mab had never actually planned this part out. She always figured that somehow, someway, she'd just sweep Morgana off her feet and Morgana would have no choice but to practically marry her on the spot!.... but this was definitely not how things were going to go. Morgana was... difficult to really wow, or 'sweep feet'. "... okay." Morgana narrowed her eyes at the faerie, getting ready for some sort of prank or attack of some kind... Mab walked closer... and awkwardly put her hand on Morganas shoulder... and came in closer... until the side of her face touched the side of Morganas... okay so maybe it wasnt 'telling' her anything... Mab didnt even know if she could say the right words... but she hoped and metaphorically prayed that Morgana understood.

She did. It was an intimate gesture. Mab trusted her... to turn her face to her and keep her close; faces touching just slightly. This was big... and Morgana couldnt help the huge suprised grin that spread across her face. Off and on throughout their friendship she's thought about it-- being with Mab. Theres no doubt that they got along and shared so many things in common, but she never even dreamed that Mab would come to her first. And like this.

Mab slowly pulled away. Looking reserved and guarded, waiting for Morganas reaction... still hopeful she understood, and accepted. "So... you like me?" Morgana asked with her grin. Mab looked just a little insulted at that. "Of course I like you! What do you think I am? An idiot? It would be stupid of us not to court! We love the same things, we're already so close and we-" Mab was cut off by Morgana kissing her on the cheek. "Ah yes. How could I argue with such air tight logic?" She asked sarcastically. Mab was completely frozen for a moment. "Is that a yes?"

Morgana smiled. "Does this answer your question?" She pulled Mab back in and kissed her. The faerie could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She pulled Morgana as close as she could, and kissed her back... unbeknownst to them, the screen Mab created was falling apart into beautiful wild flowers to reveal the scene to Gwen...

When Gwen saw the two... she felt like she was going to vomit. Not out of disgust. Never. But she never thought that seeing her secret love and good friend kissing could break her heart so much... she just stood there. Frozen.... until Morgana noticed. And she laughed.

"Wow. Look at miss queen of the fae... cant control her plants when shes kissing." Morgana teased Mab, who was now red in the face, looking around to see Gwen and of course... no screen of greenery. "A-um- i- I can control them! I can do... anything!" Mab argued. Morgana laughed. "Does that include making your face go as red as my hair?" She asked. And honestly... in the moment... gwen couldnt help but laugh along..... it was better than being heart broken.

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Collateral (13)

Previous Chapter (12)

Warning: Mafia Stuff. Violence etc.

Word Count: 1.8k

"Up for two large favors?" 

You weren't, but if you were being honest in this moment, you would do whatever you needed to do to eat some food and have some water. You had no idea how long you had actually been trapped in this cement hellhole. The cold concrete floor you sat on was damp, the smell of must lingered in the room. A small cot stood in the corner of the room, a thin blanket laid overtop what you could only assume was a dirty mattress. There was a bucket in the corner you'd have to resort to use, as if this wasn't demeaning already. It might not have been so bad, if maybe you had a window, but you didn't. You couldn't even tell if it was daytime or night time. 

"Mhm?" Jaehyun says, his eyebrow arching as they await for your answer. 

"I.." you pause, not wanting to agree but at the same time, you need to. 

"Take a breath." Mark whispers with a sympathetic smile. 

"Spit it out, bitch."Jaehyun snaps, placing the food down on your bed before walking towards you. Your mouth waters at the sight of the glass of water. The ice cubes floating, cooling it down every second as the driblets of moisture slowly trickle down the glass. Your throat dries up instantly, even more than it already was. Your stomach growls at the sight and smell of food. You didnt even care what it was, you wanted to devour it, the smell wafting through the air was pure torture. 

Jaehyun stands you up, pressing his body against yours while placing a small kiss on your cheek. "I think the lack of resistance is a yes." He chuckles. Jaehyun rolls his hips against you, only once, to make sure you were aware of how hard he was for you. It made you want to vomit. 

"Let's get this party started." Jaehyun says, looking at Mark to do something as he pushes himself off of you, nodding for Mark to take over.

"I'm sorry." Mark whispers as his fingertips gently pull the hem of your shirt up, moving to take it off your body. He managed to get it just over the humps of your breasts before the heavy metal door swings open. 

"A little busy here." Jaehyun snaps. 

Before your eyes open, you hear a body hit the ground before some mumbling. "Fuck off Mark before you end up like him." 

The next thing you know, you can breathe, and you're being carried from the room with a sulking Mark trailing behind. 

"Where are you taking me?" You whisper, a little nervous the next spot might be worse than what you were just taken from. 

"You'll see." The man announces, bringing you into a nice warm living room. 

You're gently placed on the couch while you see Mark being chewed out by Johnny before smacked upside the head. "I'm Doyoung. A friend of.. well.." He trails off, motioning behind him. 

"Y/N.." you hear a very familiar voice. Looking up, you are met with the strained and concerned face of your brother, Yuta. 

"Yuta.." you breathe, the tears not even hesitating to fall from your eyes. Without a second thought, you stand up, rushing towards him as he welcomes you into his embracing. You finally feel safe. 

"Why are you here?" You ask, panicking. "EXO.. Suho.. his money, you're going to get killed." You say, looking around. "You have to go. Now." 

"Wait, stop Y/N. Breathe. What are you talking about?" Yuta asks, looking confused. 

"EXO took me because you were running drugs for them and took off with a lot of their money! How could you do that? Running drugs! And then stealing money from the Mafia! Are you fucking dumb! You just left me behind with all this going on!" You yell.

"Who told you this?" He asks. 

"Suho. He said I'd be paying off your debt since you fucked him over." You tell him, looking around at the other men who also looked confused. 

"Yuta? Running drugs for EXO?" Johnny asks, bursting into laughter with the others. "I don't think so." 

"So you didn't?" You ask. "I'm so confused." You cry. 

"No Y/N, I never ran drugs for EXO. Not sure why I would, considering I'm second in command under Johnny here." He tells you. 

"Then.. why?" You ask.

"Suho and I were in the process of making a deal when he told me some people worse than we are  were coming after me. I took the money and told him where his drugs would be, and had to leave town for a while. I see now that it was all bullshit." He growls. 

"So why did he take me then? And why did Johnny try to sell me back to them for land?" You ask, glaring at Johnny.  

"None of them knew about you. I figured the best way to keep you safe was to keep you hidden." Yuta admits. "Looking back on it now, quite a bit of this could have been avoided had I told them." He snaps, glaring at Mark and Jaehyun. "The two of you and I need to have a conversation." He says, pointing to the men who now look ashamed. "But first, let's get you cleaned up. Doyoung, take her up to the spare room and let her shower and get changed before coming back down yo see me. I have some things to take care of." Your brother says, giving you a small kiss on the forehead. 

As you follow Doyoung up the stairs you can hear two loud yelps come from the living room, assuming Yuta had something to do with that.

** 

You walked into the conference room after your shower and saw your brother sitting there having what looked like a heated discussion with Johnny. 

"Everything okay?" You ask, slowly walking towards them. 

"Yes and no." Yuta sighs, looking at Johnny. 

"Suho wants to meet with Johnny to discuss getting you back. He doesn't know I'm back yet." Yuta tells you. 

"Let's do it." You say. "Let's go. Now." 

"Just wait. We need a plan." Johnny chuckles. 

"We'll figure it out on the way, let's go." You say. Yuta knows he has no chance of convincing you to think about it for a minute, so he just sighs and agrees, dragging Jaehyun, Jungwoo and Taeil along with him. You ride in the front seat with Johnny, to make sure things look as they should, you can't risk Suho seeing Yuta before it's time. 

"What's the plan?" You hear a voice come over the radio. You weren't entirely sure, if you were being honest. The entire thing was still rather confusing to you and there was so much that you didn't understand, but there was one thing you knew. 

Suho needed to pay for what he had done. The lies he had told about your brother, making him out to be some sort of terrible person. No one fucks with your family and gets away with it. 

"Let Suho try to negotiate with Johnny. There will be a moment for you to come out, Yuta. You'll know." You finish, taking a deep breath. 

"10 4." You hear from the other side as you and Johnny pull into the abandoned parking lot. 

Your stomach drops as you see Suho standing there, his nicely fitted suit clinging to his muscles perfectly. You didn't like him at the moment, but that didn't mean he didn't make your heart flutter or your pussy drip, just a bit. 

You can see his smile as you get out of the car, walking towards him. "Hello, baby girl." He purrs, giving you a small wink. "Johnny." He nods. 

"Suho. Now, let's talk terms." Johnny says, clearing his throat. 

"I want Y/N." Suho says. "It's simple." 

"And I want half of district 9." Johnny grins. "And we both know she's more than worth it." Johnny chuckles, slapping your ass. 

You can see Suho visibly tense at Johnny's advances towards you. "Don't." Suho spits through a clenched jaw. "Take it. Just give her back." 

"I believe I told you I wanted you nowhere near my sister, Jun." Yuta says, walking from behind you. "You have never been a very good listener." He chuckles, without humor.

"W-what are you doing here?" Suho asks, taken aback by his presence. 

"Well, when I heard my sister had been taken, I came back as soon as I could but I'm sure you know why it took so long, well with all the obstacles you set." Yuta says. "Trying to have me arrested, kidnapped, banned from coming into the country. It was a good effort I'll admit, but I don't think you remember who the fuck I am. You may be older than I am, been around longer but I'm smarter and have more connections." Yuta smiles, walking closer to Suho. "I know your men are around here, should we tell them about our little deal? Or about your lies about me? I never worked for you, and you know that. I never stole money from you. If I recall, after I was paid for our deal, you told me I needed to get out of town, but not to worry because you would handle everything. Was it all just a lie? And for what? My sister?" He asks, cocking his head to the side. 

"How else was I supposed to have her? I knew the rest of NCT didn't know about her and with you out of the picture it made it so much easier to have what I wanted." Suho smirked. 

"I never wanted her to know about any of this! Let alone be involved!" Yuta yells. "Now you've gotten her in trouble, put her life at risk more than once, and you'll never see her again." He spits. "Johnny, Y/N, get in the car." 

Without any hesitation you climb into the passenger seat with Johnny in the drivers. You watch in silence as Yuta says a few more words to Suho before turning his back to walk away. 

You're too slow to warn Yuta about Suho pulling his gun out. You can't unlock your car door fast enough to open the door and yell at him to duck. All you can do is sit and watch in horror as a dark and sinister smile spreads across Suho's face as he takes his finger, pulling the trigger twice, shooting your brother in the back. 

When you finally do make it out of the car, you hover over your brother as he gasps for air. "Call 911!" You scream, tears dripping down your face. "Someone help!" You cry out. "Please Yuta, I need you. Please don't leave me. Please I just got you back." 

"Grab her." You hear from behind you. Within seconds, you're picked up from the ground and taken away from your brother and Johnny. You're placed in the back seat of a car, Minseok beside you, his face stone cold as Suho quickly drives the car away. 

Away from Johnny who's doing anything he can to save your brother, and away from your brother, who you just know is now dead. 

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[darklaff]

I writing this for myself it's problems I have and need to face and I believe if I write them down it may help. I'd say after I write it down I don't care what you think of me but I do care I have this problem where I always care about how people think of me I want to be liked it doesn't matter if I know you or if you are a stranger.

Depression

I have suffered with it since my uncle David passed away 11 years ago. When I was growing up my dad left when I was just under a year old so my uncle David became a father figure and some one I looked up to he was someone who was always there for me when I was upset or if i had any problems he was some one I could talk to and he would be there to help. He always left a really good impression with people that meet him. And when he fell ill I used to think he would get better because to me he was superman but he kept getting worse, he stopped eating and stop talking and watching him be like that made upset and angry that someone I loved and respected was just fading away and I couldn't do anything to fix it.

As time went by with him in hospital he looked better he was smiling and talking, the doctors said he was improving but then he started sneaking buckfast wine into the hospital and he did this for weeks and it made him worse again and one day my gran and papa came back from the hospital my papa was upset and my gran look defeated and worn down my gran came into my room and said I have really bad news David has died, I didnt believe her I refused to believe that someone I loved had died. Realisation kick in when my gran had a open casket in the house, when I seen him laying in the casket I went straight to my room and started crying I did leave the room till everyone was sleeping I snuck down stairs to see him again and started to talk to him hoping he could hear me saying things like why did you have to die, why did you start drinking again, I hate you for leaving me I sat with him all night and headed to bed when I heard people waking up. The hardest part was he was the one I spoke to when thing got bad and he would make it better by telling what to do but he wasn't there to do that anymore.

When it came time to bury him I said no to carrying his coffin and lowering him into the ground I was scared to do it and I regret not doing it, he was always there to pick me up when I was down and carried me and all my problems and I could do that one thing for him and that's when I started hating myself for not being there when he needed me, 11 year's have gone by and I still miss him but he left me with one thing that he said to me that I always will use he said "treat people how you would like to be treated".

Anger issues

I've always been angry growing up and it's been a something I've struggled with, when I was younger I always had to deal being bullied in school and on the streets I grew up and it developed a rage where I lash out at people for no reason, then one day I fought back against the people that pushed me about and it felt good being on top where I got a bit more respect so I used to fight alot in school and around my street till one day when I was 17 I got involved when my wee cousin got in a fight with some lad and I went in to split it up and the boy went to swing at me he missed and I put him on his arse and he said he going to get his cousin to come batter me a hour later his cousin appeared looking for a fight and I tried to talk my way out it first but he wasn't listening to what I had to say so we started fight for about 10 minutes and within that time I got so built up with rage I couldn't really remember what happened during the fight the only thing I remembered was hearing a lassie scream when the fight ended there was a fair bit of blood and my cousin told me what happened but bragging the way he told me he said that I was banging his head against a car window and he refused to give up and kept standing up and when I got him back to the ground that I was kicked his head like a football and people had to drag me off him, my mum and auntie Mel seen what happened and took me home later that night the guy I was fighting appears with four of his mates with bat's and golf clubs shouting for me and throwing things at my mums house and started getting angry again and went to the kitchen and grabbed a blade and went to the door if it wasn't for my auntie Mel stand in front of the door stopping me from leaving I would have went to jail that day. It wasn't till the police chase them off I seen how much I upset my mum, I made a promise that I wouldnt let my anger come out like that again but there are still a few triggers that brings a glimpse of that anger out to this day.

Relationship problems

Heather: I was 15 and this was my first serious girlfriend and the lass I lost my virginity with we where together for 8-9 months I thought we loved each other but it was lust and when she got bored of me and dumped me and in less than 2days she was in another relationship with some guy, my friend told me that she was sleeping around behind my back with the guy she was with, I didn't want to believe it so I waited and tried to get her back when she broke up with that guy I was there to comfort her and when things seemed like we could of got back together she went and started sleeping with my best mate that happened for a few months and I still waited for her to come back to me like a pathetic clown. Then one day I stayed over at my mates and I couldn't sleep so I decided to go check my MySpace page on his laptop and the was a convo page with him and Heather and I read it was countless pages of them making fun of me saying I was pathetic and gullible laughed at me cause I told her she was my first, I felt weak and so I left the in the middle of the night heading home upset. A year later she called me saying she wants to see me and I said yes she came to my house the next day and we spoke she told me she wanted to get back together I said I wanted that to so we started kissing then we slept together then she ask if I could do her a favor and collect money from her ex (my ex best mate) I told I would do it so I went to collect the money he owed and gave her it back after that she went home, the next day I tried to call her she ignored my calls for 2 days so I decided to meet her by surprise her friend stopped me and said she was in a relationship with someone. So she used me and I was involved with her cheating on the guy she was with and to this day he still doesn't know.

Kayleigh: this was a relationship I lost any respect for my self it lasted 8 year and only the first year was good then we moved in together and after the first month staying together the relationship turn rotten we where always shouting and fighting, me and kayleigh broke up with each other countless of times and this happened for 3 years then one day she said she was going to stay with her sister I thought it was only for a week or so but no she left me and even tho our was toxic but I still wanted her back but she never answered my calls our replied to my messages and then one day she calls me with news she said she was pregnant and I was overjoyed the one thing I wanted in this world was my own children I asked her if we could be together again and raise our daughter up together she said only if you put in for a new house and get a job so I did these things within couple of months I did the things she requested then we moved back in together it was going well and and our daughter was happy as the months went by and we stated arguing with each other again and I started to become silent and avoided her in the house I gave her my whole wage packet so she was happy and stayed with me if I wanted to buy something I want I had to ask her and make sacrifices to buy what I wanted like I would go a week and only have my dinner 2-3 times which saved food and in turn saved money then a moved into the loft for a year cause it got to the point where if we spent more than a hour with each other in the same room she would start a argument. Then I broke my leg at work and got paid off she helped me threw it till I got better but I struggled to get back into work and one day we started arguing and I was getting angry so I headed to my room to calm down she followed me and I shut the door on her then she stared kicking the doors and screaming like a banshee so I got out the room grabbed her picked her up and threw her out the house and locked the door and said she can get back in when she calms down, she called the police and I spent the night in the cells and got charged with domestic assault and went through court and got sentenced 350 hours community payback when I was going through court she got a flat and moved out and that relationship ended but we found out where better as friends and we get along that way

Ceia: I was single alone and depressed for 2 almost 3 years I tried my luck with a dating app called Plenty of Fish I used it for a couple months and got no luck. Then I seen ceias profile she liked the same things I did, so I tried my luck and messaged her and asked her what her favourite warrior movie was message back and we talked for a couple of hours before we exchanged mobile and continued or conversations over to WhatsApp to me she was amazing and beautiful and funny. We talk and meet each other for a month before I asked if she wanted start a relationship I was convinced I was with the girl of my dreams but I was to forward with her talking about kids and marriage and moving in at first she was fine with it and so we spoke to each other everyday almost every moment we asked each other a million questions to get to know each other more and I would go to her house and she would come to mines we watched movies and I feel completely in love with her she told me she was scared I got bored with her and move on I told her that would never happen so I told her I loved her every night and we used to play I love you more game things where perfect and something bad happened and she lost someone I tried my best to help her through it but as the weeks went by and she grew tired of my lack of patience and said I was putting to much pressure on her and broke up with me I tried my hardest to get her back I didn't want to lose her but the harder I tried the further I was pushing her away and should have let her greif I peace and been there when she needed me. I promised her alot that I would make her happy every day and keep her safe but I failed that and I said nasty things to her and I regret saying them but people can't change time only learn from the mastakes

Socially awkward and loneliness

I can't hold a conversation I'm lonely all the I tried to fix his problems so I start conversations that I can't hold and I get bored I always leave an awkward silence. I've got my mum's to try and have a conversation at last for 5-minutes and then I end up sitting on my phone for a hour and then go home.

Summary

I'm a depressed social awkward lonely weirdo with anger problems that can't hold a relationship

And if it wasnt for my daughter the only person that gives me some happiness and reason to live then I would have jumped of the erskine bridge 6 years ago

Im a mess and I know it and can't fix it

#Depression #Socially #Awkward #lonliness #Anger #Issues #Problems #Hate

[cho-ji-eun]

Swept | 3

➳ Lee Taeyong x Princess!Reader x Chae Hyungwon

➳ Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of blood

➳ Who will win the kingdom, the crown and your heart?

➳ Swept Masterlist

With the moon rising high, a smooth breeze wrapped around you and soothed your tepid mind as you stood outside the warmth of your chamber. The darkness surrounding you brought back flash images of that look.

That look that almost seemed to run you cold. That look that in all these years Hyungwon had been around, you had never seen.

“Princess.” A soft voice mumbled behind you. “I’m here to help you prepare for your evening.”

Contentment settled in you as you turned to face your favorite person. “I told you not to call me Princess when no one is around Soo.”

“Princess is kind of cute though.” She giggled as you walked toward her before she matched your stride.

“Not if you’re being called that all day, every day.” You grumbled, seating yourself at your vanity.

Soo smiled as she began carefully removing all the pearls and jewels that adorned you. “How was your day?”

“Uncomfortable.” You sighed as Soo began brushing your hair. “May I ask you something?” Your hopeful eyes met Soo’s as she nodded absentmindedly.

“What do you know about Prince Hyungwon?” Your question seemed to halt her movement.

“Do you want truth or rumors?” Her tone almost begging you to tread lightly.

“Both.”

“In truth,” She began brushing once more. “We all know he’s an orphaned Prince from a Kingdom that burned to the ground in a day. We’re also all aware he will be King since your father chose to adopt him.”

“Mmm.” You hummed. “And in rumor?”

“In rumor, many people say Prince Hyungwon burned down the Kingdom himself in an act of greed. Out of everyone, the Prince is the only survivor. Others say that his brothers were called home the day before the fire when they weren’t meant to return for another month.”

“Brothers?” Your eyebrows furrowed as Soo began to unravel the corset of your gown.

“He was supposedly the youngest of five.” She sighed heavily as she prompted you to stand.

“What do you believe?” You asked in a hopeful manner as layer after layer of your intricate gown was pulled off of you by a silent Soo.

“Well.” She mumbled, draping the silk robe of your naked form before walking to the tub in the crevice of the bathroom. “I’m not so sure.”

She shook her head as she used one candle to light the others. “I don’t want to sway your heart.”

“You won’t.” Your eyes met hers as she stood before you.

“He is not favored by the Elders, I know that to be true... and I can’t think of a time where the Elders are ever wrong.”

You remained silent as you slipped out of the robe, allowing the silk to provide you a moment of peace as it fell from your skin. The petaled water before you seemed to grow even more enticing to your racing mind.

You slipped into it’s warmth, letting out a blissful hum as Soo took a seat on the rim of the tub.

“How do you feel about the Prince?” Soo’s voice was timid.

“I...” A small smile teased your lips. “I don’t know.” Your fingertips danced along the water was you contemplated your own thoughts. For the first time, you were questioning yourself, your heart.

“Would be treachery to say I felt something?” You muttered almost to yourself.

“It would be treason not to follow your heart.” Soo spoke warmly as you looked up at her. “I just ask, as your friend, that you tread lightly.”

“You say that as if you’re scared.”

“I say it because I worry.” Soo sighed. “Your happiness has and always will be a priority to me and I won’t have a silly little prince destroy it.”

Silence fell between the two of you. Your thoughts wondered off to many places before Soo spoke again.

“Does this mean you’ve given up on Taeyong?” She asked with regret as your face seemed to drop.

“I don’t think my heart would ever allow that.” Your response seeming to anger a hiding visitor.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyungwon was just beyond the threshold with an apology for his sudden departure earlier yet he didnt expect to stumble upon such conversations.

“If he returned, who would you choose?”

“Would I have an option?” Your words almost melancholy.

Soo shrugged. “Let’s say you did.”

“Despite it all, my heart would choose-“ Your words cut short by the sudden thud of the main door.

Soo stood immediately to check as your body filled with nervousness.

Quickly returning, she shook her head. “I’m not sure but I’ll wash you quickly so you may get out.”

You nodded slowly as you relaxed back into the water. However, nothing could shake the familiar feeling that something just wasn’t right.

A boy stood before you in a castle that was not your own. The walls seemed familiar as you followed him through the black and burgundy corridor. A torch in his hand lit the way and illuminated the war trophies of conquered nations around you.

An eerie silence filled as your footsteps matched his small ones. Adorned in all black, his sleek ebony hair flickered with the flames. The sound of a loud door opened behind you, causing the boy to turn around. His eyes seemed to stare past you with the same bored look you knew all too well.

“What are you doing?” A deep voice spoke behind you, causing you to back against the cold stone. Restraining a gasp, you covered your mouth as the older boy walked past you.

“Can’t sleep.” The boy mumbled.

“You can’t wander around the castle in the dead of night, Hyungwon.” The older man smirked.

You watched the scene unfold before you. Convinced you were losing your mind, you watched a young Hyungwon converse with who you presumed to be an older brother. Seemingly unaware of your presence, you relaxed a bit.

“Why can’t I?” Hyungwon huffed.

“The castle guardian eats anyone who is out after midnight.” His brother crossed his arms, smirking triumphantly.

“Right.” Hyungwon returned to bored look. “I suppose it will eat you then.”

“Wrong. I’m protecting you, I get a free pass.” His brother smiled at Hyungwon’s short chuckle. A chuckle you knew all too well to be fake.

“I’ll go to bed then.” Hyungwon smiled as his brother nodded before turning in heels and retreating toward his chamber.

“Wise choice, young one.” His brother smiled before stepping through the threshold and closing the door.

With a whine of the door and a firm shut, Hyungwon’s smile dropped before he turned on his heels and proceeded his pathway.

Your feet followed him for a long while before Hyungwon stopped in front of a large set of doors with the mark of the King and Queen. He placed the torch in it’s holder just outside the threshold before sliding in and with the shut of the door, you heard his footsteps reced deeper until there was nothing.

Left with the pregnant silence and buzzing in your ear, you stepped closer to the door. Your hand reached out toward the metal and with a hiss, you quickly drew back from it. The metal was burning hot, leaving your fingertips red as you stared at them in disbelief.

Before you could fathom anything else, the door flew open to reveal the Hyungwon you knew now.

The man before you stood in crimson stained white as flames began to creep through the threshold. His eyes were cold as they met yours and his words were empty as they whispered.

“Run.”

With a gasp, you sat up in your bed with the oppressive feeling of uneasiness. The feeling almost causing your stomach ache as you sighed heavily. Your head throbbed at the thought of the nightmare you just had.

With sleepy eyes, you examined your fingertips once more. Rubbing them softly as the pain of the burns still felt fresh and all too real but despite your desire to fall asleep once again, you pushed yourself off the bed and toward the large chamber doors.

Your mind began racing with flash images as you sleepily strutted toward Soo’s bedroom. The unforgettable scene unfolding in your mind left it’s mark and you needed no one else but your confidant.

As you approached Soo’s door, lightening flashed against the palace walls followed by the loud rumble of thunder you hadn’t noticed before. Catching your attention, you froze at the sudden noise.

Electricity and angst seemed to fill the air around you and the feeling of uneasiness grew stronger. Pushing the door open, you treaded into the darkness.

“Soo?”

You called, slowly finding your way toward the bed.

“I had a horrible nightmare.” You sighed sleepily.

“I-“ Your words were cut short by a heavy thump.

Without a thought, you raced around the bed and toward the sound. With the flash of lightening, Soo lay before you against the cool stone floor. Her face was pale and lips dry.

Carefully, you lifted her back up to the bed. With shaking hands, you pressed one to her cheek. Filling with terror at the chill to her skin, you found yourself rendered speechless.

The look of terror matching hers as she looked up at you slowly before her tense body began to feel heavy.

“Soo?” Your voice came out in whimpers as she grew more limp in your arms with eyes fluttering shut.

“Soo!”

#monsta x imagines #chae hyungwon #hyungwon #monsta x requests #hyungwon monsta x #monsta x reactions #nct 127 au #nct 127 imagines #nct fic #nct 127 #taeyong nct #royal!au #prince!hyungwon #knight!taeyong

[everyman0]

A PALE BLUE GHOST

over on the discord, i announced my decision to make another trip to the Edge to try my luck at finding any kind of clue that could help me make sense of it. patrick gave me a whole lot of lip about not using his fucking mirror and other bullshit, but ill save that for another post. this is a lot more fresh and painful for me.

going back outside was a mistake.

i journeyed the five hours it took to get to the impenetrable black wall of the Edge. my plan was to walk down its length, survey anything unusual, you know. obviously i wouldnt have been able to observe all of it in one day as ive mentioned the area it covers is rather large, but i felt some effort was better than none at all, and i wasnt exactly comfortable with the idea of spending the night this far away from the house. simple enough right? there was nothing out of place on the way out here, so i hardly expected what i saw just as i approached the wall. 

it was jeff. sort of.

when i first saw him, he appeared almost like a reflection of me in the blackness. as i stepped closer to the wall, so did he step forward as well - until eventually seeming to step out of the wall entirely. we stood face to face, a mere foot apart, and i noticed then that his entire being was tinted with a pale blue.

i was terrified. i wanted to run away, but i couldnt make myself do it. so i asked timidly, "what are you doing here?"

jeff seems to come alive then.

"what? you told me to grab some stuff for the video today."

fucking bastard. i was still scared, but somehow i just knew he was mocking me. i frown, reaffirming my stance. i had to ask myself if jeff would even do such a thing to me...and then i figured yeah, probably - ghost or not.

"dont you dare pull that bullshit on me," i said, "those days are long gone." and they were. 

jeff laughs. "don't you miss it? simpler times." he splays his hands out like an offering. "cant be all that bad to pretend, for a little while."

i squint my eyes at him - both of them. these days i dont bother wearing an eyepatch, since the point was for evans comfort to begin with. now it doesnt matter that i have a gaping fucking hole in my head for all to see.

i ball my fists at my sides. "i dont have time to pretend, and i dont have time for this conversation - so lets get to the point. why are you here?"

"to see my old friend again! and to tell you there's always more than meets the eye." jeff then taps a finger underneath his left eye, and a phantom pain throbs in my own empty socket. i try to ignore it. 

"yeah, no shit," i say, and cross my arms. i was losing my patience. "if you're just going to spout vague nonsense at me like every other motherfucker does on a constant basis, i'm sorry to say but i will have to pass. i have more important things to do."

"like stand in front of this wall and bitch? is that what you're doing here?" jeff grins, and tilts his head at me. i just scoff, and deciding i had enough, i begin trying to do what i came to the wall for in the first place and begin walking parallel to it. jeff follows after me.

"im only bitching because here you are to distract me," i say, side-eyeing him, "so if you don't mind, kindly fuck off."

"i do mind, actually. why do you even want to leave? its paradise in here. no need to eat or drink, perfect climate, no irritating neighbors or awkward staredowns at the grocery store- you'd love it!"

i stop in my tracks. i hate that the sound of his voice is enough to get me to actually consider his words. but i do, and then i say:

"you know, for a while there, i did enjoy it. to an extent, anyways. you can only enjoy so much when you are all too aware of every little fucking thing. and maybe i could have handled the ghost thing, right? like you said, no neighbors or weird interactions. but then i saw this wall, and now i feel like a trapped animal - and im not okay with that."

"so if you couldnt see the wall, it'd be fine?"

i shake my head, "i came out here the first time to see if i could leave, and i wouldve kept walking if there was nothing to stop me. maybe i would have returned, after a while, had i done so. maybe not." i shrug, somewhat frustrated at the thought. "a wall is a wall, whether i can see it or not. seeing isnt the problem, the existence of the thing is."

"well yeah, but you can't just leave." jeff says it like its obvious. in hindsight, maybe it was. i could already imagine a few reasons as to why, but i wanted to pry out what jeff seems to think the answer is.

so i ask, "and why is that?"

jeff answers: "because there's...people, out there? like, innocent fuckin people, dude." well duh.

i roll my eyes, "im aware. but what does that have to do with me, exactly? habit is already somewhere else doing god knows what."

jeff looks on blankly. "we don't need two of you out there."

ouch. and unfortunately, on some level i believe it to be true. and the implication that i would intentionally hurt or even kill anyone like habit would...im sadly all too aware of the likelihood, really. it doesnt hurt because i feel bad, it hurts because i dont. however, i wasnt about to let this guy know that.

i say, "it's not like id be very social anyways. at this point, i dont think i could even stomach it."

jeff takes on a darker sort of air about him. "evidently so, based on how you treated evan. do you have your head screwed on straight, dude? because like, holy shit was that hard to watch."

i tense up, and i can feel a spark of anger rising from within me. guess it didnt matter what i tried to hide, jeff knew what weak points to hit.

"i was just trying to protect him." 

"uh huh," he nods, "sorry vinny, but you're not the guardian in this one."

"clearly," i grumble, "but i was fucking trying, okay?" i was trying. jeff thought otherwise.

"yeah, trying to get everyone killed. thanks for that one, by the way. you've been self absorbed, irresponsible, reckless and horrible to everyone around you that isn't the entity playing games with our lives, and you can't keep pretending it's not true! do some soul searching. meditate. i don't care. but you're not leaving any time soon, so you'd better get used to it." jeff jabs me in the chest with a pointed finger.

it didnt take but a moment to process jeffs words, and ultimately, i agree with him. im a terrible fucking person. i just am. but i wasnt going to give jeff the satisfaction of me fessing up to it - because i felt like all of this was beginning to become unproductive bullshit and i wanted to do what i came all the way out here to do dammit.

i go to smack jeffs hand away from me, but i come to find that i simply pass through him like he was air. i felt the jab, though, even if superficially. this confirms my suspicion about the ghost thing, but jeff was different from the ghosts in the town; like being able to talk and acknowledge my existence.

i take a step back, "we'll see about that. who the fuck made this wall, hm? you of all things must know right? since you are apparently a plethora of knowledge of good and evil now. can you do that much for me jeff?"

jeff considers my words before he turns away from me to face the terrible wall, his hands on his hips, and his head craning back to presumably observe the wall's endless climb into the sky above.

"habit designed this gaudy architecture as part of his grand scheme. you probably could have figured that much, eh? but what you wouldnt know is that its been here since the very beginning, before you even arrived at the house." he looks back at me, "come on vin. you should know by now that habit is well prepared...even if this timeline is bonkers. you shouldnt need me to tell you that."

i grumble in annoyance, but consider his words carefully. sure, maybe i didnt need him to tell me habit was a suspect in all this, and maybe i could have figured that out just by doing what i had originally planned with scouting the perimeter of the wall. but...here jeff was, telling me things outright. it was a convenient time saver really, even if he was going about it in a bitchy way. i needed to take advantage of this.

"so, if habit made this cage to keep me in, why shouldnt i try to break out? why shouldnt i try to fight his subjugation?"

"one, because habit has eons of experience over you and you'll likely fuck something up really badly," jeff says, and turns towards me again. "two, you're part of this place now. removing you would shatter a really delicate balance. the house is a place of fluctuation, because there's not enough power to sustain herself. and you're radiating power, dude. would you really just abandon her like that, after all she's done to keep you safe and alive?"

ouch again...ugh. i dont usually feel guilty over a lot of things, but jeffs second point seemed to get to me.

i relent. i cower my head to stare at the ground. "i wouldnt have left her forever."

jeff gives me a disappointed sigh. "go back home, man. she's really worried about you."

i bite my lip and give the slightest of nods. i still want to do what i can to escape, and i hadnt forgotten about why i came to the wall in the first place...but jeff's words had me thinking about my desires for the house. in truth, the house and i have formed a strange sort of...i dunno, friendship? its the closest human word i can think for it. i would talk to her, she would listen. id even clean up her rooms, even though ive observed that she can do it by herself.

i think she may be the only thing in this world that can understand me now.

so i feel like in some weird way, the house cares about me. she has done quite a few favors for me, after all; favors that kept me safer. jeff was right again, and i couldnt shake the wrongness of abandoning the house enough to continue talking my way out of this bind.

it was time to go then. but first, i look back up at jeff.

"what about you?" i ask, my mood seriously taking a nose dive off a cliff. sad and desperate and pathetic and lonely. "you came all this way from wherever, however you did it, to tell me all this...are you going to leave me now too, just like evan?" fuck. "i wouldn't blame you if you did...but i have to admit, it was nice seeing you again."

and truthfully, it was - despite the treatment i received. its fine. i deserved it.

jeff leans in, and i can feel the pity in his eyes as he puts a hand on my shoulder.

"that choice isn't mine to make."

and then he shoves me away from the wall with a force that sends me tumbling across the ground a good few feet. i think it fucked up my shoulder. its fine. deserved that too.

and then i went home.

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#evrymn0 #phase??? #everymanhybrid

[lumosinlove]

Solntse

part ii

Remus sits in Lily and James’ tiny living room and tries to ignore the subtly laid out pillow and blankets set on the corner of the couch. Lily doesn’t let him.

“Your apartment has flees.”

Remus sets his glass down, “That was one bug and it was a beetle.”

Lily twists her hair over one shoulder, unrelenting, “Remus. Please.” She nods towards the pillow, “Just—I’m worried. We’re worried.”

Remus looks away so he doesn’t have to see the way James nods, they way they’re both looking at him like he’s already a lost cause. He wishes for a moment he’d never told them what he does other than serve pizza and take the early shifts at the gas station around the block, but then he’d be all alone in it. And they were his best friends, that was why he had told them. Just in case one day all of James’ fears came true and some guy murdered Remus in a hotel room. Or something.

James sighs, “Mate, we’re not ganging up on you.”

“No, I know.” Remus nods down at his mug of tea, “I know. I just…I don’t want to be that friend you can’t get rid of. Like. That would be awful.”

“Re, you’re never going to become that.” Lily puts a warm hand on his shoulder, squeezing, “That’s not how we think about it at all. We just want to know your safe.”

James raises his mug to his mouth, “As safe as you can be…”

“James.” Lily snips, then her face turns soft again for Remus, “Will you stay here?”

“Lils, really, my apartment is fine.” He curls his feet further beneath him, “I’ll finish my tea and go. Don’t worry.”

He thinks back to his two night hotel escapade and shakes his head more firmly at Lily. He already feels enough like a charity case as it is. Even if he did get good money for it. Sirius had pushed an extra eighty dollars into his hand at the door and closed it before Remus could protest. He had pressed a chapped kiss to his cheek too. Remus was still mulling that over.

When he finally does make it out of the apartment he pulls his ratty coat tightly over his shoulders and ducks his head against the wind. He could probably buy a new one if Sirius called again. He did ask for two nights in a row, and it went great so, maybe. But he didn’t want to be flashy about any new money. His landlord had already raised his eyebrows when Remus had handed over two months rent in advanced.

His apartment wasn’t flea infested although it did give off that sort of look. He had a cheep futon bed frame, just to keep his mattress off the floor so it didn’t mold, and a dresser from IKEA. His kitchen consisted of a stove and a sink. The gas was usually pretty iffy and his sink ran mostly cold, like his shower, but…he had a roof and food. It’s fine. He has James and Lily if he was really, really in trouble but he doesn’t want it to come to that. He’ll never want it to come to that.

He throws his keys down on the dresser and goes to check the leak under the sink. It hasn’t gotten worse but he empties out what water is in the bucket just while he’s there. He re-tapes the crack in the window and makes a note to ask his landlord about that. Again. He’s just sitting down on his bed when his phone rings. He groans and closes his eyes when he pulls it out, hoping it isn’t one of his less polite customers. He sighs in relief when he sees the name.

“Frank, hi.” Frank almost never wants sex. He likes to talk. He’s lonely. Remus can relate. He’s the son of two wealth-soaked parents who don’t pay him a lick of attention. Remus can half relate. “How are you, mate?”

“Oh. Hi, Remus. Wasn’t sure I’d get you, um. I’m fine. I—um. Was wondering…” He trails off.

“Sure, when were you thinking? I’ve got something Tuesday and Sunday and you know when I work, so…”

“Actually, I was thinking now?” His voice is up an entire octave with nerves, “I just…Family problems right now. Was hoping to just talk a bit.”

Remus runs a hand over his face but tries not to pause too long. He doesn’t want Frank to think he doesn’t want to, “Sounds great! Should I meet you at the—“

“I couldn’t get the usual room. It’s 207 tonight. Same hotel though, the Pierre.”

Remus nods, tries to keep a smile in his voice, “Great. See you soon.”

He’s barely hung up when another name flashes up at him. He’s almost embarrassed by how fast he answers, “Sirius. Hi.” That didn’t come out anywhere close to how he wanted it to.

“Remus! Life is good?”

Remus laughs lightly, still caught off guard but warmed by Sirius’ simple honesty, “Uh, yeah, life is good. How are you?”

“Good. Busy. Always busy, you know? I’m at airport now, going to be in town on Wednesday. You want see together? Or, ah, not together.”

“Each other.” Remus supplies.

“Yes, perfect. You always know. What you think, Remus?”

Remus half wishes Sirius would stop saying his name like that and half wishes he’ll never stop saying his name like that, “Yeah, that works for me. What time were you thinking?”

“Seven? I get us dinner in room, so don’t eat. I’m, ah…” Sirius lets out a soft laugh and Remus presses the speaker closer to his ear, “I’m think about you a lot.”

Remus swallows over a suddenly dry throat, “Yeah?”

“Hm.” There’s a loud speaker in the background and Sirius says something low in Russian, “Flight calling me. Wednesday okay, yes?”

“Yes. Have a good flight.”

“You too. Or—“ They both laugh, “Okay, I’m go now. Bye, Remus.”

The line goes dead and Remus lets the phone fall to the bed. He breathes in deeply and looks down. He’s half hard in his pants now and he really doesn’t know why. He’s suppose to be on his way to Frank’s, he tips well, he honestly needs Remus a little bit and…fuck. He splashes some freezing water on his face from the sink and yanks his door shut as he leaves.

Frank’s is fine. The hotel room is nice and Remus ends up sucking him off—twice. He doesn’t get hard either time but Frank seems either completely fine with that or he doesn’t notice. What does get him going is the ping he gets on his phone while he’s walking home from the tube. It’s a picture. Of Sirius. A selfie. He’s grinning in front of a beautiful sunset outside a plane window. There’s no message except a few sideways parentheses that Remus takes as smiles. Looking at the grin triggers thinking about Sirius’ large, warm hands on his hips and back. That leads to thinking about the way Sirius had carefully pushed his fingers inside of Remus, then the hot slide of his cock to replace them, his weight covering Remus’ back—

By the time Remus is walking up the stairs to his apartment again he’s more or less waddling around his tented trousers. By the time he’s throwing his keys on his dresser all he can do is lean back against his door and shove his hand into his boxers. They’re already damp with pre-come so what’s the point anyway? He smears his thumb over his head and squeezes the base, letting out a breath. It’s not as good as Sirius and his fucking huge palms. Now that he’s got a hand wrapped around himself he can really feel the difference. He pushes his pants down around his knees so he can get two hands around himself instead, twisting around the head and keeping a tight grip around the shaft. It barely takes a dozen pulls before he’s shooting into his fist with a harsh sound, Sirius’ name almost on his lips. Almost. He makes the mistake of thinking about the way Sirius had trailed his fingertips over his sensitive cock after he’d made Remus come in his mouth, keeping the pleasurable nerves alight, and takes a cold shower so he doesn’t have to go again. The shower only makes him think about how, next time, maybe Sirius won’t come untouched. Maybe Remus will get to return the favor. He doesn’t even know how much of Sirius he could fit in his mouth but fuck if he doesn’t want to try. He groans and wraps a hand around himself again. He’s too sensitive but he doesn’t care. He works himself fast and hard until his cock is a flushed red and he comes weakly against the shower wall, panting into the cool spray.

He looks at his phone as he towels off his hair. It’s Saturday, and it’s going to be a long couple days.

~

There’s a different woman at the front desk this time and Remus is glad. Not that he thinks the other one would remember him but, still. He stares at the twelve on the door for a moment, trying to calm his heart rate, before he knocks.

The door doesn’t open immediately so he knocks again, feeling more awkward by the second.

This time there’s a muffled shout and a few seconds later the door is yanked open by Sirius—dripping wet and a towel hastily wrapped around his waist.

“Sorry!” He gasps, “Sorry, flight late, felt kind of like plane—plane all over me? Thought I be fast, sorry.”

“Okay.” Remus meant to say it’s okay but, well, Sirius’ towel is slipping sort of low.

“Come in, come in, I’m be ready in minute.”

Ready for what? Remus wants to ask.

He goes to sit on one of the couches and strokes his hands over a soft pillows while Sirius pads back to the shower, dropping his towel without closing the door. For a second, Remus debates on whether he can consider that as an invitation or not. He stands up twice and sits back down before the water shuts off and he sits again. Sirius emerges a second later, grabbing the towel from the floor to wrap around his waist and another for his hair.  He rubs at his hair until the waves fluff around his ears and into his eyes. He smiles over at Remus somewhat guiltily.

“Sorry again. You want look at menu?” Sirius flips open a sleek looking suitcase and starts rifling through it, “Starving. Airplane food most bad, you know?”

Remus doesn’t but he’s not about to start that conversation. Instead he reaches for the leather-bound hotel book, “Where did you come from?”

“Sydney, ah…Hard for me to say.”

“Australia.”

Sirius laughs and pulls a loose fitting pair of sweatpants on—bare, “Yes, right.” A white long sleeve shirt follows and—to Remus’ surprised delight—a black snapback. It sits snugly on his damp hair, pushing the front part back out of his eyes while the rest wings out above his ears. Remus can see the shape of his ring necklace through his shirt. He swallows. Sirius looks good.

He pulls some warm looking socks on and Remus glances briefly at the hole in the heel on his own left foot. The couch bounces a little as Sirius settles next to him, leaning in close to look at the menu, “Good food? What you like?”

Remus tries to read the menu, he really does, but Sirius’ arm is thrown over the back of the couch  and his fingertips are brushing over where he sweater gives way to skin. He holds the menu out to Sirius, “You decide. I’ll eat anything.”

Sirius gives him a teasingly disapproving look but takes the menu and reaches towards the side table for the phone. He orders too much. A steak, fries, a plate of brisket ravioli, a cheese board, a salad, calamari, and two slices of chocolate cake. Remus doesn’t know where they’re going to put it all, but he hopes maybe he can take some of it home.

“We do tea later,” Sirius reaches out and fans one of Remus’ curls between his fingers. “After.” He amends, “They say thirty minutes.” Then his fingers are lightly brushing Remus’ hip, just beneath his sweater, “We stay busy while wait. Is okay?”

“Yeah.” Remus breathes, because what Sirius doesn’t know is that he got off to the mere memories of what they did last time every night leading up to now. Sometimes twice. Of course it’s okay. He’s never had a job this fucking okay, and he’ll damn sure make the most of it until Sirius moves on. They always do. Remus usually feels more grateful when they do, but he has a feeling Sirius will be different.

Sirius flashes him a grin and tugs him right into his lap. His lips are warm and chapped against Remus’, but the rough texture is nice. Remus feels like it keeps him there, in Sirius’ arms. He runs his tongue across Sirius’ bottom lip just to feel it and is rewarded with a soft sound and a palm to the small of his back. Sirius, who seems to be able to take Remus aback in almost everything he does, is holding Remus close, chest to chest. Not by the hips, not by the shoulders. Remus has never had any problems with abuse and he’s lucky in that way but Sirius, Sirius isn’t holding him like he’s there for sex at all. He’s cradling Remus in his lap, hands running lazily up and down his back. He’s licking into his mouth like they have all the time in the world, like they’ve been kissing forever and they’ll do it tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Remus’ palms cup his jaw and he runs his fingers along the edge of the snapback.

“You want off?” Sirius’ voice sounds like he’s just woken up.

Remus shakes his head and his eyes slip closed as Sirius’ mouth moves to his jaw, “No.”

Sirius’ warm breath against his neck as he laughs softly almost feels better than the wet kisses he’s leaving there. Almost.

They stay like that until the knock on the door makes Remus blink his eyes open blearily, suddenly aware of how warm he is.

Sirius shifts him to the side gently, kneeling on the couch for one last peck, “I’m get food, relax here.”

Remus blinks at him, licks his kiss-swollen lips, and honestly just wants to ask Sirius why he is like this. He rests his head back on the couch and listens to Sirius’ bright voice chatting away to the bell boy who brought their food. He’s thanking him, telling him how good it all looks, and Remus thinks maybe he’s just this nice to everyone he meets. He isn’t sure what to do with that.

“Hey,” Sirius head pokes back through the door, cart trailing him, “Food.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that.

The spread of food looks even bigger when laid out and Remus can’t help but laugh as Sirus sits down next to him again, “Sirius, this is…a lot.”

Sirius shrugs one shoulder, “We don’t finish, you take home.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that, either. He has a brief moment of wondering whether ordering this much was purposeful on Sirius’ part, but pushes it aside. That’s ridiculous. Sirius doesn’t even know him, much less anything about his financial situation. Well. He might know a little given who they are to each other.

Remus spends most of the meal listening to Sirius try to explain some funny story that happened on his trip, and anticipating the occasional moments of being fed bits of steak and such by Sirius, who barely breaks in talking despite how it takes Remus’ breath for a moment.

“I spend lot of time in hotel, you know?” Sirius’ voice breaks into Remus’ thoughts, mid story. He wished he’d been listening fully to know how to respond.

“I, ah, lonely?”

Sirius shrugs, but shoves a large scoop of pasta in his mouth. Remus takes that as a yes.

“How did you…” Remus searches for the right word before trying, “find me?”

Sirius actually pinks a little at that, “Ah. Friend. You know him. Recommend. Say you very sweet.”

Remus nods and respects the anonymity even if he’s dying to know who, “Sweet, huh?”

Sirius smiles a little, “I’m think so, too.”

They move onto the cake and the hotel had sent up an two extra desserts, seemingly just because Sirius is Sirius.

“I’m stay here lot, they know me.”

“Probably because you order the entire menu anyway.” Remus jokes.

It makes Sirius’ entire face light up, spreading his hands, “Hey, why not? Hungry after long day of flying.” He knocks his ankle against Remus’, “Good food, best company.”

Remus rolls his eyes a little and Sirius snorts. That shouldn’t be attractive, but it is.

“You live here always?” Sirius asks through a bite of cheesecake, “London?”

“Yeah, always.”

“Born here?”

Remus nods, “Yeah. I live a few streets over from my parent’s flat.”

“Must be so nice.” Sirius is smiling, but his eyes are down at his plate and he looks a little mournful. His fingertips not holding his fork are twisting the ring around his neck,  “Be near family always.”

Remus takes a bite instead of answering. It had been nice. For a while.

“Not…Not nice?” Sirius says softly, “Sorry, not want to bring up bad things, Remus—“

“No. No, it’s okay. It’s fine, I just…yeah, I don’t really talk to my parents much these days.”

Sirius places a warm hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing on the inside slowly. But it isn’t sexual. It isn’t even verging on sexual. It’s soothing and warm, and it makes Remus want to keep talking.

“Not since I came out.” He finally manages, “To them. They weren’t…” But it turns out that’s all he can say on the matter.

“Make you feel better…” Sirius wets his lips, “Parents not know. Mine, I’m saying. Scared to tell, not good thing in Russia.” He gives Remus’ thigh a little squeeze, “I understand. Remus, it’s—it’s most brave.”

Remus blinks hard, “Yeah.” He doesn’t know why he’s sitting here having this semi-melt down with Sirius. Sirius definitely isn’t paying for this. He’s probably annoyed with him under all his kind words and so Remus snuffles and digs his palms into his eyes, trying to wipe the tears away and the redness that’s probably there both. There’s nothing really to do to make this not an awkward transition. How do you go from tears to sex? And with a stranger? “I’m sorry.” He begins, “Fuck, this—was not what I had planned.”

“Remus, it’s not apology—no, okay?” He’s suddenly pushing the food table away and tucking his legs beneath himself, sitting on his socked-heels and taking both of Remus’ hands, thumbs rubbing gently against the vulnerable insides of Remus’ wrists, “I’m not mind, really. Really.”

“I’ll take this out of your pay. Honestly, Sirius, this isn’t what you brought me here for, I just want you to know that I know that.” Remus can’t help it though, and despite his words curls his fingers around Sirius’, “Sorry."

“Please stop saying, Remus.” Sirius tone is firm, “Please, you—not an apology.” Even the word ‘apology’ sounds nice in Sirius’ mouth.

“I…make okay? A bit?” Sirius tugs very lightly on Remus’ hands but when Remus shakes his head he—he lets go. Which Remus can’t decide how he feels about that.

“Sorry.” He says again, then at Sirius’ face, he pushes a hand through his hair, “Fuck, sorry—Sor—“

And then Sirius is kissing him. His thumbs are stroking slowly along his cheeks and he’s sucking Remus’ bottom lip slowly into his mouth, brushing his tongue along it with the same amount of leisure. Remus sighs into it, fingers digging into his own thighs for a moment before he’s leaning forward and pressing his palms flat on Sirius’.

“Only if want.” Sirius says against his mouth, “Remus.” He pulls away just enough to look at Remus’ glassy eyes, “You not want a second ago, I’m just want no more sorry. No, ah, not need to do anything, okay?” He curls his fingers back around Remus’ ears, around the curls there, “карамель, can just put movie on. Have more cake.”

Remus sniffles a little, blinking hard at Sirius, “Did—Did you just call me caramel?” He remembers the soft word from last time.

Sirius smiles, a bit, and lifts one shoulder, “It’s good, no? It’s…not sure how to say…small names important in Russia. Mean two people are close.”

Is that really what we are? Remus wants to ask. He sort of wants to yell it because, as great as this is, he sees nothing but a darker end. For himself, anyway.

“Oh.” Is all he says out loud and falls sideways a little on the couch into the cushions. He’s suddenly so tired. Sirius doesn’t seem to mind, though, and mirrors his position, their knees knocking together. His soft smile is still aimed right at Remus. “What’s yours then?”

Sirius’ smile grows, “Mama give to me when little.” He raises his eyebrows, “Little bit funny, not laugh.”

Remus feels a smile of his own start up and he uses his sleeve to wipe his nose, sitting up a little more, “I won’t laugh.”

“Sivushka.” It rolls nicely off of Sirius’ tongue, and his cheeks pink a little but he looks pleased, “Sort of…for family? Friends. Not so much lover, too…small?”

“Casual?” Remus offers, “Like, it means a different feeling.”

Sirius’ smile is soft, “So good with english. So helpful.”

“Sivushka.” Remus tries it out, but it doesn’t sound half as good. Then, he can’t help it, heart in his throat when he asks, “What’s…what’s more than friends? Like, not—just, I’m curious what that would be.”

“Lover? Sirusya, maybe.” Then he smiles, eyes crinkling warmly, “You like? You call me?”

“Surely someone already calls you that.” Remus tries to keep his voice light. I mean, look at you. He wants to add.

Sirius sits up at that a little, eyes going hard, hand—that had been rubbing idly against Remus’ knee—going still, “No. No one call me.”

Remus swallows, “I—I didn’t mean—“

“I’m not—изменя́ть.” He huffs in frustration, “изменя́ть—I’m not know, not know, okay?”

Remus’s chest goes cold, “Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything.”

“Not be here if with—someone else.” Sirius shakes his head, “Not like that, Remus. I’m not.” The phrase is followed by a disgruntled spell of Russian that Remus does his best to follow through tone alone.

“I know.” Remus finally says, “I know you aren’t.” Because he’s only met Sirius twice but he can honestly say he does know this about him, “I’m sorry.”

“Not apology, карамель.” Sirius rubs his hands over his face, “Too much action, sorry.”

Remus looks on in confusion, “What?”

“Me, me,” Sirius gestures aggressively towards himself, “Me. Too much action. Not right.”

Overreaction, Remus thinks and nods, “No, I understand.”

“I’m know…what guys you probably see doing…this.” Sirius doesn’t look at him as he acknowledges exactly why Remus is there for what feels like the first time other than money exchanges, “Not wrong for you to think. But no.”

“Sirius, it’s okay.” But that feels wrong somehow and so he says instead, “I mean, we’ve done this three times.”

Sirius is quiet for a long moment this time. “It’s true.” Then, after running his fingers over his necklace a few times, “You have other small name?”

The topic change pings a little, “Um. Not anything big. Re, mostly, if anything.”

“Re.” It sounds like a lovely mess of vowel in Sirius’ mouth, “That’s all?”

Remus nods, “Nothing like Russia, huh?”

Sirius runs a hand over his face one more time but when he moves it there’s a trace of his usual smile, “I’m find you one, not worry.” Then, eyes down and voice quiet but questioning, “You have…small name…for lover?”

Remus swallows. His throat is so dry all of a sudden so he just shakes his head, then realizes Sirius isn’t looking at him so he croaks out, “No.”

Sirius nods back, “Oh.” Then he grabs the remote and pushes it into Remus’ hand, “Find something. I’m call for tea and get money before forget. Be back.”

It seems like the end of the conversation, but the conversation doesn’t feel over. Remus choses a movie, but he couldn’t say what it was about. When its over Sirius has to tuck the money into Remus’ back pocket himself. He presses another kiss to Remus’ cheek. Then Remus doesn’t hear from him for two weeks.

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[oh-theatre]

Sycamore High: An Explanation (Chapter 38)

A/N: Hey lookey we back! Can you believe there are only two more chapters before we get to the sequel? I'm big excited!! I hope you enjoyed it and hope you leave me some comments!

summary: The kids take their theatre finals and the professors have some exciting propositions and plans to make

words: 2670

warnings: Swearing, negative thoughts, kissing, violence

Edited by: @theyreallidiots  (I really love you a lot youre great and my fave, also LET IT BE KNOWN SHE DIDNT APPROVE THE MR.STARK COMMENT)

Ao3 Link

Finals Day 2…

“Hey” Emma greeted sliding her hand into Paul's. He looked up giving her a half-smile. She kissed his cheek, handing him a coffee. “For you” He took it gratefully, he still wasn't there. “Are you ok?” She asked softly as they continued walking. Paul took a deep breath, staring forward.

“I don't know” He admitted, his heart pounding heavily. His feet were dragging and he was barely making an effort. Emma's heart sunk, she squeezed a little tighter.  He appreciated it, he really did, but he was exhausted and, to be honest, a little embarrassed. Once Bill had left the previous night and things had settled down it was just Ted, Paul, and the professors. They were all just a little too kind, Paul couldn't handle it. He broke down crying, and it wouldn't stop. There was a lot he had locked up for a long time and it just flooded. He was grateful Ted had been there, but right now? He wasn't and he didn't want to go through explaining everything to Emma. That wasn't fair to her, she just wanted to be there.

“Did you know...that I love you?” Emma reminded, twirling her hand gently in his. He smiled up at her, ok...this was good. She walked next to him, falling in step with the boy. It didn't take the pair long to reach the lockers. It was empty, leaving just the two of them in the sweltering morning heat of the school halls. They set up their chairs, as usual, a comfortable silence between the pair. Once they've sat down and gotten their work out, Paul feels an overwhelming need to talk.

“I don't want to see him” He blurted out. Emma turned to him, closing her computer. He looked to her, wringing his hands “I just...I don't want to. He scares me Em…” Emma takes his hand, squeezing it.

“You don't have to babe, stay with Ted until he gives up and leaves” Emma informed. Paul nods, she’s right. He literally has no obligation to see him. But he’s holding so much over his head, so much weighing him down. He’s in Paul’s home and he has Alice wrapped around his finger. Marley can’t speak up, all she can do is silently hope Paul is ok.

“Yeah...you're right” He gives in, what else is there to say? Emma gave him a small smile, leaning as she plants a sweet kiss on his cheek. She goes to pull away but he turns kissing her on her lips. It's perfect, it’s sweet and it's safe. And there is nothing wrong with safe, it means something special to Paul and he appreciates that. “I love you too” He finally responds, she smiles stroking his face returning to her work, Paul follows suit.

~~~

“I told you to come alone” Sam spat as Charlotte and Jackie appear.

“And I thought that was stupid” Jackie retorted giving him a smirk. He scowls but sighs. Charlotte clutches just a little tighter, she's scared. Jackie gives her a supportive smile, it's exactly what Charlotte needs. “Cut to the chase Sam what do you want?”

“I want to...apologize” He sighs as if saying the words are too much, too much of a chore. “I was rude, mean and harmful” He recites, Jackie shakes her head, something's off. “I am sorry for the way I acted”

“No, you're not” Jackie blurted, Charlotte jerks her head towards Jackie. She tilts her head curiously. Sam bites down a scowl once more.

“You're right, I don't” He spits, Charlotte's eyes grow wide as she realizes what's about to happen. She pulls Jackie out of Sam’s way as he moves forward running into the wall. “Are you insane?!” Jackie screeches at Sam, who glares but ultimately does nothing. He turns and leaves, stomping into the hall. “Are you ok?”

“Are you?” Charlotte worries, examining her girlfriend. Jackie leans in kissing her softly, her hands playing with Charlotte's hair. Charlotte giggles through it, pulling away. “Guess that answers my question” Charlotte takes her hand squeezing softly.

“Let’s go” Jackie leads her to the lockers, the anger she previously felt now disappearing. They walk towards the locker, sitting down next to Paul and Emma. Jackie ruffles Paul’s hair as she does so. Paul shoves her almost pushing her out of the chair and she laughs. “Hey loser” Emma glares at her, but this normality is just what Paul needs. “Hey, where are the terrible T’s?” Jackie asks peeking around the hall.

“Yeah, where is Ted?” Paul follows Jackie's example. Bill plops in the chair next to him.

“Leading the raid to Area 51” he commented casually. Without giving it a second thought, Paul nodded returning to his work. This was probably true to be honest. The bell rings soon after and the group, save for Jackie makes their way into the auditorium for their theatre finals. Ted is there waiting by the piano going over something with the pianist. He nods thanking the man before joining the group.

“You guys as nervous as I am?” He jokes shakily. They nod sitting down, he waves to Chad as he enters the room. Paul leans over whispering.

“Hey, how was area 51?” He asks, Ted leans back eyes still glued on Chad.

“Fucking dope dude” He answers “I found the secret to the Krabby patty recipe” Paul fistbumps his friend sitting back. Chad claps his hands together gathering the attention of the students. He introduces the final before calling up the first student. It was completely random, he spun a wheel on his phone with their names on it. After a few students had gone Chad calls the next name.

“Bill Dorris” The group seizes and Bill swallows taking a deep breath. He stands shaking as he makes his way to the stage. Chad nods encouragingly, Ted and Paul give him their best smiles. He takes a deep breath before looking at Chad.

“My name is Bill Dorris, today I will be singing ‘I’m Not That Smart’ from the musical ‘25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee’. Thank you.” He smiles at the pianist who begins playing the song. Ted shakes his head, oh the irony. He starts singing slowly and his nerves disappear as the song goes on. He can't really remember when he finished, but the sound of clapping cued him in.

“That was amazing dude” Ted compliments, Bill nods gratefully. Another student goes before Emma's name is called. Paul kisses her on the cheek whispering a stroke of luck as she goes.

“I’m Emma Perkins, my song is ‘Get Down’ from the musical ‘Six’” She smirks. Paul nods, Charlotte 'woos’ in approval. Chad shakes his head playfully but hit the play button on the karaoke track. It's the perfect fit, sure it's a little low but the energy is just right. She finishes strong, a standing ovation for the queen. Paul compliments her endlessly, that is until his own name gets called. He didn't think the fear would get to him, but everyone could see the vibrating.

“M-my uh… my name is Pa-aul” He tries, he looks helplessly to Ted, who stands, making his way to his friend, mimicking a breathing technique. A few of the students snicker but quiet after receiving a glare from Bill. After a moment Paul regains himself, Ted sits smiling the whole way through. “I'm going to sing ‘My Petersburg’ from the musical ‘Anastasia’...enjoy” He adds gaining a hint of confidence. Emma beams at him, look at her dork. The song goes beautifully, and the group cheers almost too loud. Chad nods in approval, a good sign for Paul. Charlotte is next, practically bouncing up to the stage.

“Hello!” Emma can't help but smile at her enthusiasm, her energy “I am Charlotte! And today I will be performing ‘Me and the Sky’ from the amazing musical ‘Come From Away’” She nods excited at the pianist who begins. Theres not a single person in the room who isn't on the edge of their seat, her voice just carries and she is wonderful. No one is going to deny that she might just be one of the best in the room. And when she finishes, they all feel a smidgen of disappointment as the gracefulness leaves their ears. A few more students go before finally Ted is called. He’s ready, at least he hopes he is. He just doesn't have the energy anymore to care or feel nervous. He just does it.

“Ted Hidgens” He raises a brow at Chad, who rolls his eyes.

“My song is ‘All That's Known’ from ‘Spring Awakening’ and I am so sorry Jonathan Groff” He adds before starting. Bill and Paul share a look. People aren't sure why he apologized as the song goes on because it's amazing. Chad would be the first to say, Ted's voice had grown so much over the past year and he might be a bit impartial but he was so proud. The ‘A’ the boy received on his final was no favor. It was well earned and deserved.

~~~

“Really? No Tommy again?” Charlotte complains regretting it almost instantly as Ted joins the group at lunch. He eyes her before avoiding any eye contact. Jackie nudges her softly, she shakes her head. “I’m sorry Ted” She is, she wasn't thinking about how he must feel. She just really misses the bright bouncing boy.

“Speaking of Tommy, is that him?” Paul asks, Ted turns to where he is pointing his heart sinking. Tommy stands across the hall, cornered by some taller kids. It might not be clear to the rest of them but Ted can tell, Tommy is uncomfortable. His lips pursed resiliently, the way his shoulders tense, his feet dance around each other carefully. They're clearly saying something to him to cause this reaction, the lunch in Tommy's hands shakes. Ted clenches his fists standing. “Woah...you're going to go over there? Aren't you mad at him?” Paul asked once more.

“He's still my boyfriend Paul” Ted responds, Bill feels a tug at his heart. He smiles approvingly as Ted makes his way over to Tommy. He puts himself in front of the two sides, glaring at the perpetrators. “Why don't you go give yourself some swirlies?” Ted spits, they scoff but leave receiving an icy stare. Once out of sight, Ted turns to a reddened Tommy. The smaller boy avoids eye contact but anyone can see the small tears dripping from his eyes. Ted softens as his heart races. He leads the smaller boy to their signature corner. Tommy sniffles rubbing his tears, Ted waits, he would wait forever if he had to. Anything to miss finals really, he feels a phantom Bill scold him. Ok, and be there for Tommy.

“Sorry” He sniffles some more, glancing towards the hallway “Thanks, I should go” His voice is dry as if he's been squeezed of everything that made him… him. Ted shakes his head baffled.

“Really Tommy?” Ted scoffs, Tommy bites his lips. In a last-ditch effort to stop more tears from coming. “Can you please tell me what is going on with you? Because I don't think I-”

“I'm leaving… for a year” Ted goes to interject but Tommy shakes his head. “Just...ok?” Ted nods “My parents are sending me to a boarding school for junior year, they want me to...have this experience.” He sighs, his breath is shaky. “We visited during spring break after they found it in France during the winter break” Ted really wants to speak now. “I don't have a choice, and I have been really busy with finals…”

“I've told you everything that happens to me and you've been there, do you really think I wouldn't do the same for you?” Ted begged Tommy meets his eyes.

“I knew you would” It's small, almost afraid but it's there. “I couldn't...I didn't...I don't want to go” (Mr.Stark) He cried, Ted pulls him in but Tommy pushes away. It's just not there anymore. “Oh crap!” He burst, Ted eyes him “I have to figure out...where Bonnie’s going to stay. She's not allowed to come” He shakes his head, Ted furrows his brows.

“Shouldn't your parents be doing this?” Ted argued, “Figuring all this…” He trailed off as he saw the look on Tommy’s face, he pursed his lips “They left, didn't they?” Tommy nods “I’m going to...argh!” And just for a moment, it feels normal. “I can take Bonnie, Clyde’s been missing her anyway” He offered, Tommy looks up trying to stop more tears from coming.

“I can't ask you to do that”

“You aren't, I literally offered” Ted assures, Tommy hides whatever smile decides to creep onto his face. “Tommy-” He didn't deserve this, Tommy had been nothing but cold and yet here Ted was so willing to do anything. He couldn't let him do that.

“I gotta go” He decided, he just can't do this anymore. He has to study, he has to...to go. And Ted, for what feels like the millionth time, watches him go.

~~~

Glee Club but Better

Emma/Quinn: So basically none of you want to talk about how you're feeling?

Ted/Puck or Blaine: No, Paul and I are fine, also who the fuck named the group chat

Emma/Quinn: That would be me and Charlotte, and also yall sound like the opposite of fine but go off I guess

Bill/Artie: Charlotte and I. Are we still doing dinner tomorrow?

Charlotte/Brittany: Yeppers! Table for 7, at 6pm sharp!

Jackie/Santana: Hey is Tommy coming?

Ted/Puck or Blaine: I...don't know. Why don't you ask him?

Jackie/Santana: Fine, I will assface.

Paul/Finn: What did I miss? Also, Em, doesn't the Finn guy end up with Rachel? Who would be Rachel

Tommy/Kurt: Jackie you know I'm in the group chat right? Yes I will be attending dinner

Emma/Quinn: Yeah…

Charlotte/Brittany: I think Melissa, that girl in our class would make a good Rachel

Emma/Quinn: Thanks Lottie, Paul if you start dating Melissa…

Paul/Finn: I won't, but I am heading to bed I'm exhausted, also the professors are telling us to go to sleep so…

Ted/Puck or Blaine: Yeah, night losers

Emma/Quinn: If I have to start singing ‘keep me hanging on’ I might scream

~~~

“Oh I'm sorry kiddo, we didn't mean to wake you up” Chad apologized as a sleepy Ted waddled into the living room. He shook his head leaning over the couch kissing his dad on the cheek.

“Whatcha up to?” He yawned. Henry lifted a binder he had, instantly lighting Ted’s face up. “Wedding planning?” He smiled, flipping through. “So cool” he mumbled looking through the millions of ideas. He wasn't the biggest planning or decoration fan but it was his dads and he loved it. As he kept looking the professors shared a look.

“Hey buddy” Henry started slowly, Ted looked up expectantly. “We were wondering if you want to sing at the wedding?” Ted turned shocked, his face fell. “Y-you don't have to-” His words cut off by a hug, Ted squeezing Henry harder than he thought was possible. “I’ll take that as a yes?” Ted cried nodding very hard, Chad laughed ruffling his son’s hair. Ted raced back to his room, most likely to tell Paul everything.

“So, both suits or do you want to wear a dress, love?” Chad asked Henry shook his head chuckling.

“I think that's your dream dear, and you did look amazing in that dress the first time around” Henry added, Chad stroked his cheek nodding. “I think matching suits, with a simple flower change” Henry decided, Chad squealed.

“Perfect!” He clapped his hands together. And it was.

“Problems can always be fixed kiddo” Chad comforted, Ted, nodded crying into the professor. “I know it hurts right now but it'll get better” Chad soothed, he held the boy.

And it already was.

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Last Call (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

A/N: I know what most could be thinking...what the hell it’s only been two chapters, but I can’t help it! I feel so much excitement and adoration for Dr. Ethan Ramsey. We don’t know much about him but ideas were popping in my head all weekend.  Any details I reference about his past in this fic is original content I conceived and nothing confirmed in PB cannon. This would definitely not be apart of cannon so cannon divergence here. The song used briefly in this fic is “These Arms of Mine” by Otis Redding.

Italicized and bold:song lyrics

Italicized: internal thoughts

Summary: Dr. Ethan Ramsay takes time to reevaluate the newest intern that’s captured his attention in more ways than one, whether he wants to admit it or not.

All Rights to PB for their characters, settings, and stories. I don’t own them, I just borrow minus my MC Dr. Katrina Michaels.

All Rights to who own the song “These Arms of Mine”.

In the mischievous hours of the night Dr. Ethan Ramsey sits alone in the now barren Donahue’s nursing another drink. The place once buzzing with noise is now near sheer silence except the gentle music playing from the jukebox. The last crop of stragglers, only a few with slurring speeches make their exit. Hearing the soft thud of the door shutting he let out a mild grunt and raises his near empty glass towards the bartender.

“Last one, buddy. My knees are screaming and any minute longer I’ll be visiting you at your job versus you visiting mine.”

Reggie says as he refills the glass and then grabs a rag to clean.

“Now we can’t be having that now.” Ethan replies before taking a small gulp.

Suspicious at such warm words from the man Reggie stops wiping down the counter to look at Ethan.

“Hmm, that’s strangely kind of you-”

Before Reggie can finish his sentence Ethan cuts him off all the while looking into his diminishing drink

“Because then who will serve me drinks at my beck and call?”

His eyes shine with mirth as looks at Reggie while he takes another sip.

“You almost had me there. You’re a cheeky bastard, you know that? I should throw your ass out for that.” Reggie says while shaking his head amused.

“But you won’t because you’re too good. That’s exactly why the likes of myself don’t deserve you as friend Reg.”

“Heh, damn right. I only keep you around because you tip well.”

Ethan chuckles at the man in front of him.

“Never change, Reggie.”

“Wasn’t planning to buddy.”

The two men finish laughing when the shoosh of the door opens and a young African-American woman enters while calling over her shoulder before the door closes.

“I’m going to use the restroom and wait inside until the Lyft comes. Night everyone!”

Recognizing the voice speaking  Ethan turns and sees Dr.  Katrina Michaels. As she moves from the entrance and towards the back right of the bar to the restrooms his gaze follows and he retreats to his mind briefly.

“I haven’t quite figured out why but there’s something about the rookie that intrigues me.”

Reggie notices his friend is watching the woman from earlier and can already gather what could be the reason why. Being the good friend that he is Reggie decides to give his old pal  a nudge in the right direction. So he taps Ethan on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Welp, I gotta clean up in the back. Keep an eye on the place for me. Especially the little lady, I’m leaving both in your capable hands.”

Ethan quirks an eyebrow at Reggie as he takes another swig and asks

“What are you getting at Reg?”

Reggie smirks to himself and shrugs his shoulders before he turns to leave Ethan alone and enters a side door near the shelves of alcohol. Ethan scoffs and continues to drink his glass of scotch enjoying the the burning sensations that slide down his throat. His thoughts lingers to earlier in the night when talking to Katrina.

“She definitely is different in the real world but on the hand not so much.  I don't quite understand why this intern is different from the others. Other than  proving herself capable so far but outside  EdenBrook I notice that my thoughts have dawdle on her more  trivial attributes. Such as her underlying fierceness or perhaps her vivaciousness. Well I suppose I can’t say I truly recognized these qualities more so I overlooked them, one such as her beauty. She truly is stunning. It makes me wonder why a woman like her spent time near me when the place was swarming with younger men. Especially asking if someone was waiting at home for me. It can’t be what I think… no I probably need to ease off the alcohol right now. Besides who would wait around  for me anyway? Edie surely doesn’t anymore.”

As he sets his glass down back on the counter he hears a soft voice calling his name which removes him from his thoughts. Without turning around he says

“Hello again, rookie.”

“I’m surprised to see you still here Dr. Ramsey.” Katrina Michaels murmurs.

He turns to face the intern and replies

“I’m surprising in a lot of ways.”

She smiles and delicately places herself  onto the stool that’s next to Ethan.

“You’ll have to  prove that you know.”

Despite himself he smirks at her. His gunmetal blue eyes piercing into Katrina’s hazel ones. Their gazes seem to challenge yet captivate the other. There’s a comfortable yet tense air between the two until the smooth vocals of Otis Redding play from the jukebox.

“These arms of mine, they are lonely. Lonely and feeling blue. These arms of mine are yearning, yearning  from wanting you...”

The song continues to play as Katrina speaks.

“You know he’s is one of my favorite artist. I used to...”

As she speaks Ethan watches the woman in front of him. He observes the way her eyes are lit up to how a rogue strand of her curly hair hangs, and even how in the dimly lit bar her smile radiates and contrasts with her beautiful coffee-hue complexion. He tries to listen to all she’s saying, now beginning to tell him about much of a fan she is. But he’s beginning to distract himself with his thoughts once more.

“Of course this song plays. Very convenient timing, I’d say. I bet Reggie had something to do with this. It’s been so long since I had someone. At this point other people would take anyone. But I could never at my stage in life. That’s why I’m here at almost one in the morning. I wonder why she’s here too, besides being young.”

Ethan breaks away from his mind to refocus back onto Katrina whose finishing up a compliment about his research.

“Katrina, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Dr. Ramsey.”

“First, outside of EdenBrook you may call me, Ethan.”

Katrina runs her hand through her hair before replying

“Are you sure, Dr. Ramsey?”

He rolls his eyes briefly before turning to look at his glass to take another sip of his scotch.

“Yes, rookie. You referring to me as doctor outside of the hospital makes me look a bit pretentious.”

“I think that’s your own doing, Dr. Ramsey.”

He pauses lifting his glass to meet his mouth in midair and turns to glare at her but it falters once he hears the bubbling of laughter escape her plump lips. He goes back to take a swig and places his glass back down gently.

“Sorry. I couldn’t pass that up...Ethan.”

“Now, was that really that difficult?”

“Not exactly, but it’s a bit strange. To be on first name basis with your idol.”

“I’m just a man, rookie. Not a celebrity or some god.”

Katrina turns her face away from Ethan and averts her eyes from his as she whispers

“Maybe, but you sure do have god-like looks.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t make out what you said?”  curious of what she said.

“It’s not important. But you wanted to ask me something?”

“Yes I do. I happen to be thinking of what you asked me earlier in the night and wondered the same.”

“Is that so? Is there a reason why you liked to know?”

Her tone so playful with a hint of flirtation that he couldn’t decipher if he imagined it or not.

Instead of speaking he shrugs his shoulders in response.

Smiling to herself and looking down before meeting his eyes again.

“I’m just like you. No one awaiting my return.”

“Interesting.”

The fading music is more audible as the two stop speaking momentarily

“...I need somebody. Somebody to treat me right, oh. I need your arms. Loving arms to hold me tight. And I, I, I need your, I need your tender lips to hold me.”

A chime from Katrina’s cell phone breaks the silence before either one of them could.

“That’s my Lyft. It’s two minutes away so, I’m going to waiting outside.”

Ethan nods in understanding, she begins to remove herself from her seat, but still slightly tipsy she slips and falls into Ethan’s body who reacts immediately.  He grasps firmly yet gently ahold of her,  keeping her steady. Both freeze from the sudden contact and close parameters they are from the other.

Katrina can see Ethan’s adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat and he thinks to himself while staring at Katrina.

“I suddenly have the urge to gently brush the curls away from her beautiful eyes and...I need to stop this instant. It’s late and I am feeling a bit lonely but I’m beginning to enter a dangerous area. This would lead to an H.R. nightmare. I can’t let myself get tangled with the matters of the heart. Especially with my, ahem, the rookie. God, I need to lay off the sauce for a while.”

He’s pulled from his thoughts when Katrina removes herself from his arms.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, rookie.”

“Is that going to be a permanent thing? Even outside of work?”

“What?”

“Rookie. I mean you’ve called me by my first name earlier tonight even when I thought you didn’t even know it, much less remember it nor care to.”

“I’ve told you. I’m observant...rookie. Does that answer your question?” He says smirking at her.

Rolling her eyes she moves to make her way to the exit.

“Yes it does. And you deny that you’re favoring me.”

“I’ll let you believe what you want. Even if it’s a silly notion.”

“Whatever you say, Dr. Ramsey” she purrs.

Ethan feels his heart rate increase briefly. Before he can respond, she speaks up.

“My ride should be here now. I’ll see you around Dr. Rams- I mean Ethan.”

She rubs her hand obsessively through her hair before giving him a quick wave as she inches closer to the door.

“For whatever reason my name leaving her lips sounds right. As the same for hers. Katrina. Ka-tri-na. I’d like to say it more than just in my...Okay enough. I must stick with calling her  rookie. That’s what's...what’s safe.

Katrina opens the door which pulls Ethan out and he speaks for the final time

“Have a good night...Katrina. Get home safe.”

She stops at hearing her name being used and turns back around and grins wide at Ethan.

“You too.”  she steps outside and calls back to Ethan.

“Maybe once I’ve graduated from rookie or you tire of it, you can call me Kat. Whichever comes first.”

Without another word or glance she walks out the door.

Ethan is left staring at the spot she was occupying before turning his attention back to his glass. He drains the rest of his drink and retreats into his thoughts.

“So much for playing it safe. Then again, what’s life without a few risks.”

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[willofhounds]

Even the smallest light shines in the darkness ch18

A/N thanks for your reviews and support.

dogman999: thanks for your review my friend.

Clint's POV

Running a hand through his hair he watched the streets. He didn't expect Natalia to come in through the front door. She would make sure that there wasn't anyone waiting to ambush her.

However something in him was telling him that it was wrong. That he shouldn't be there. Nothing below that he saw could be giving him that feeling.

Coulson inquired coming up behind him, "What's wrong?"

Sometimes it surprised him how much his handler could read him. It was a testament to how well they worked together. Even more so when he didnt head for a weapon at being surprised.

He trusted Coulson above all others. Part of him was terrified by that. The other part of him was intrigued by it. Though deep in his heart he knew that Coulson didnt see him as anything more than an asset. That was all he would ever he to the man. As much as he wished it to be otherwise.

Movement caught his sharp eye down on the street. A man with blond hair and in a priest outfit. It was out of place in this part of the city. No man of the cloth would come here.

Clint said grabbing side arm and putting it in the holster, "I'm going to check on something. If Natalia makes it before I get back tell her Delta's Echo."

That would tell her that he approved of Coulson here. It would at least this would keep them from killing each other.

Clint left the room and moved towards the stairs. Taking the elevator would take too long. It only took him two minutes to get down down to the lobby. As he stepped into it the receptionist gave him a nod. She worked with SHIELD on occasion. Compared to other people she turned a blind eye to their activites.

When he stepped out of the hotel he was instantly aware of eyes on him. Even a cautious glance didnt show tell him who was watching. A part of his brain told him that it was the priest. Or the man pretending to be a priest.

Carefully he began to push through the crowd. His eyes searching through the crowd's clothes. Looking for any sign of the priest.

A flicker of black going around a corner caught his eye. On the other side he caught sight of a familiar red head. He didn't even pause in hesitation as he followed after the black. Natalia and Coulson could handle themselves. He had to know why he was getting this feeling.

Clint turned the corner following the man. Only to have a gun put into his gut. His training kicked in from there.

Clint kicked out aiming for the gun. It went down and a shot rang out missing his gut by mere centimeters. Looking up he found himself staring into grey eyes. They were just like his own. This was someone who would kill without hesitation just like him.

He tried to draw his own side arm but the man grappled with him. Even only using his opposite arm he had the strength of an ox. Even as strong as Clint was he didnt have enough to match it.

The man hit him on the top of the head with his gun as he gripped Clint's wrist. The younger saw stars but kicked back in return. He had to fight. To survive.

When he got his gun out of the holster the hand on his wrist pressed into the pressure points. It forced his fingers to let go of the weapon but gave Clint an opening. He slammed his hand into the other's jaw. The man's entire focus was on his gun so he was blindsided by the strike. Staggering back the man glared at him hatefully.

A fist then hit him clear on the jaw making him see stars. Clint took a step back and barely dodged another strike meant for his jaw. The gun came up once more but he knocked it to the side. A second shot deafened him as it clipped the top of his ear.

Clint had enough and slammed his shoulder into the man's body. There was a whoosh of breath but he kept his feet.

He snarled, "Who the hell are you? Why are you following me?"

The man grinned as he laughed, "I came here expecting to kill a certain spider. She has been a thorn in my side for years. I never expected to the Hawk here as well. You may call me Jackal. As a curtsey you may know who is going to kill you."

Jackal, that name meant something to him but he couldn't remember what it was. There was no time to dwell on it as the other other brought his gun up again.

In their struggle Clint's side arm had been kicked across the ground. It was just behind the Jackal. Drawing a knife from its hiding place he went at the other killer.

Steel glinted in the sunlight as he slashed at the other's throat. It was only a distraction as he lunged for his weapon. Cool metal met his warm hands. Only for burning pain to go through his gut.

Clint gasped another went through his knee causing it to collapse under his weight. There was only one thing that could cause such a pain. Gunshot.

Clint had dropped the knife in favor of trying to grip his gun. The Jackal kicked his weapon away from the prone SHIELD agent.

He mocked, "This is all the fight that the legendary Hawkeye can put up? Even with your youth I expected more," the man knelt beside him and placed his gun on his abdomen where blood was beginning to make his jacket wet and sticky, "This is goodbye, Hawkeye. May whatever god you believe in make your passing quick."

Two more shots were put into his abdomen. Then the Jackal left him there. Even with Clint's pain tolerance he could not move. He hoped that Coulson got Nat out of there. They didnt deserve this fate.

Coulson's POV

He frowned. Natalia Ramanov was exactly like how Barton used to be. He could see her potential and ability to be an agent. With help she could be just as valuable as Barton.

Ramanov inquired, "What happens now?

"Now we wait for Barton to return and I bring you both in," he answered honestly, "You will be tested by one of our psychiatrists. They will help you as they helped Barton."

Natalia replied her eyes going to look out the window, "They can't help me. No one can," there was a silent pause before her brow furrowed, "He's been gone. Something is wrong."

The phone by the bed's rang startling both of them. Coulson answered it, "Coulson."

The voice of the front desk receptionist ordered panicky, "Agent you need to get down here. That man of yours was found in the alley."

Phil hung up the phone and ran from the room. Ramanov followed behind him not asking but she could tell that he now felt the urgency. She didn't know why.

They took the stairs and only took a minute. What was found would be burned into their minds forever.

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