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teklarn · 3 years

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hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia)

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!!

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you.

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst.

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk

word count: 3,859

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !)

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part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally.

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’?

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day.

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders.

his leg was bouncing eagerly.

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else.

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn...

“y/n! come look at this!”

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over.

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone.

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku?

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!”

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you.

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?”

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look.

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?”

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.”

“holy—”

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking.

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article.

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!”

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?”

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped.

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them.

his eyes bore into yours.

“did you...need something?”

your voice broke his trance.

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.”

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?”

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?”

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me.

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting.

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was.

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.)

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up.

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.”

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother.

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you.

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped.

“shitty hair, let go of me.”

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?”

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato.

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped.

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries.

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together.

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms.

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh.

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.”

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.”

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.”

denki sighed, slumping back.

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds.

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head.

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.”

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned.

the brunette grinned. “great!”

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name.

“bakugou.”

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find...

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground.

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent.

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called.

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure.

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him.

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks.

you laughed. “what?”

“shut up.”

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.”

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?”

so you had heard him!

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

gosh he loved that about you.

bakugou caught his thought in the air.

ahem...gosh he hated that about you.

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first.

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it.

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache.

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body.

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back.

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t.

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either.

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky.

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out.

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent.

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so...

you stood over him, hands on your hips.

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile.

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain.

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels.

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.”

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back.

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on.

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room?

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard.

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.”

you barely grunted in response.

“don’t ignore me.”

“i heard you, mom.”

“the hell did you call me?”

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive.

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back.

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened.

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you.

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in.

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.”

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?”

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—”

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving.

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly.

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it.

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body.

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds.

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you.

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason.

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion.

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions.

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes.

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen.

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back.

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face.

“fight me again,” he demanded.

“excuse me?”

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.”

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.”

“you’re being stubborn.”

“i’m being reasonable. back off.”

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou.

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.”

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?”

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away.

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself.

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?”

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.”

“dude...that sounds really weird.”

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.”

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again.

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong.

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great?

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear.

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right?

what was so...amazing about deku?

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these.

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent.

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you.

you were the only person to be able to do this to him.

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head.

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.”

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga.

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.)

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?”

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not.

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here.

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.”

“okay? is that it?”

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him?

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”

“...what?”

gosh dammit, as friends?

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side.

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor.

this earned a snicker from you.

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.”

your eyes flew wide. “...what?”

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.”

he swallowed.

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.”

he leaned closer. “yes?”

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.”

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal.

“oh, alright.”

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode.

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything.

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right?

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you.

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i-dont-want-your-hysteria · 3 years

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Up In the Air (Joe x Reader)

(surprise gift for you guys on Joe's birthday ^_^ I started this almost exactly a year ago, and it's finally done! Someone pointed out that I slightly hinted at the plot of this in my last fic post... you caught me.)

Words: 4,028

Prompt: Spring, 1983. Joe has an opportunity in his sights, but as luck would have it, it does not go his way (or does it...?)

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(1983)

"God, it was so embarrassing!" Joe put his palms over his eyes as he whined to Sav. The singer was flat on his back in the middle of their bed, and Sav's back was against the wall opposite him. The bassist had his arms crossed in exasperation.

They were back in a fresh, new hotel room after another flight to another city. They'd been settled in for a while, and- as far as you knew- Joe was physically well. Emotionally, however...

"What are the odds that things were placed so perfectly for me today, and then-?!" he swatted the air above him, "That happens? 'Just my luck!"

Sav didn't consider it as dire of a situation as Joe did. In fact, he seemed rather entertained than sympathetic.

"That was out of your control, mate."

"I know it was, but-" he sat up, "Y/n was right there! How was I supposed to keep it together?!"

"If it were anyone else other than her, you still would've had to keep it together, you know," Sav tilted his head down, but had his eyes looking up.

"Well, you're no help," Joe grumbled, crossing his arms back at the bassist and flopping back down onto the mattress.

"There's nothing to help you with!" Sav took a seat at the foot of the bed, "It's not my fault you got-"

Joe sat up again in a snap, warning with a pointed finger, "Don't say it."

"I was just gonna say that I had nothing to do with you being-"

"Don't say it!" Joe pleaded again.

"Joe, it's not that big of a deal that you-"

"Sav!"

"Alright, fine!" Sav threw up both hands, shaking his head and narrowly fighting off a laugh, "I won't say it!"

A loud sigh came from Joe, his head hanging now. The heat of embarrassment refused to leave his face.

"...do you think she's still hung up on it, too?" his voice went quiet, and his tone adopted a sad air.

Sav raised his hand, rubbed his fingers together, and patted Joe's ankle reassuringly.

"It's hard to say no," he admitted, "I know I wouldn't have liked to be in either of your shoes today."

~(5 hours earlier)~

A hand took a grip on your right forearm without warning. It snapped you from the hypnotic, musical trance you'd been in for most of the flight. Having been placed next to the singer for the first time on an airplane, you knew it was his action without a doubt. You looked down and sure enough, Joe's hand was there- holding onto you just a bit too tightly.

Your free hand took off your headphones and you asked him, "Everything alright?"

The singer wasn't focused on you, or anything, it seemed. "Unfocused" was probably the best word you could think of to describe him. His head was slightly tilted downwards, but his eyes were fixed on the back of the chair in front of him. Despite that, it appeared as if he couldn't see it no matter how hard he tried.

You gathered this impression from a split second of looking at him, but as soon as he heard your question, Joe's hold on you was instantly released. His own trance was snapped as well.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I thought you were the armrest..."

"You were holding on pretty tight," you pointed out, "Something wrong?"

That same look on his face was back again; unfocused. His hand slowly found its way back to the armrest- now that he knew it wasn't your arm. You saw his hand shaking before he gripped it tightly.

"You don't look so good," you noted, adopting a frown.

He hesitated slightly before going very quiet, his face suddenly appearing pallid.

"Fuck..." Joe cursed himself, "I fucked up, I fucked up..."

You pressed again, "Joe... tell me what's wrong..."

He lied to you in a halting voice when a new blush seemed to form on his face, "Um... it's nothing much. There's just- something I haven't told you, and I should've mentioned it before we got on board. But I..."

He fell quiet.

"Yeah...?" you urged him to go on.

"I get... seasick- airsick... sometimes. Not every time, but... every now and then I do- and..."

He visibly swallowed, his breath trembling when he slowly shut his eyes.

Your eyebrows went up, alarmed, "And you're not feeling so good?"

"No, no, no...!" his inner voice screamed.

"Not really, but I'm fine, don't worry about me. It just happens."

His efforts to shrink the overall worry didn't work, as you instantly knew that if things went south, you were the only nearby acquaintance of his who could help him. You were also trapped with him for 2 more hours until you landed, so you would've had to help him if need be.

"Oh god- are you gonna be sick?" your hand raised up slightly to reach for a sick bag.

"No! No, I'm more dizzy than anything..."

"Well, take this-" you handed him a sick bag, "-and just try not to focus on your surroundings. And if you can't hold it down... well just keep it in the bag and away from me, okay?"

"...okay," he exhaled and took it from you, desperately hoping it wouldn't come to that. For fuck's sake, he was already embarrassed enough. He felt like a child. Even worse; he felt like your child.

Joe shut his eyes again and rested his head back on his seat. His whole body looked drained of energy, and you saw sweat forming on his forehead. It was obvious to you he was trying to make himself appear more okay than he was.

"I can do this," Joe nearly said aloud, "I can get through this without her knowing."

Unfortunately, for him, you already knew.

"The poor guy," you were thinking with sympathy, "Never knew he could look so ill."

You asked, "You've been feeling bad for a while, haven't you?"

"...what?" he squinted under his eyelids, lying to you again, "No, not really. Why, can you tell?"

"I don't wanna sound rude... but yeah, you kind of look like hell."

Joe quietly whined at your declaration.

"I know that look, Elliott- I've been in this position before."

The man next to you was intrigued by what you implied. He was suddenly beginning to think that maybe his situation wasn't as embarrassing as it appeared.

His eyes opened, "Wait, have you ever-?"

"Oh- no, I never get sick on planes, but you're not the first case I've ever seen."

"Great. This means she's stronger than me."

You held up your bottle, "You want some water? Maybe settle your stomach a little?"

Joe felt his stomach turn at the mention of liquid and shook his head, "No, I'll be fine..."

It was another lie, but you decided maybe it was best you just let him be. Perhaps he wasn't that bad.

Joe, on the other hand, was fighting the sickness with all the strength he could muster- hoping you wouldn't see it.

"Don't mess this up," he was telling himself, "She's right there. Keep it together and don't balls it up...!"

Going with your plan, you let him be, and put your headphones back on.

He took a deep breath, "Fuck, if only the seatbelt lock wasn't on... then at least I could hide in the bathroom..."

The Leppard waited in terrified silence for his ailment to subside. With the current turbulence, it was impossible. Every shudder and bump made him want to heave until there was nothing left in his stomach. Worst of all, there was no where he could run to; he was trapped.

Oddly enough, before the sickness hit him, he was actually excited to be trapped there.

It was no secret among the band members that Joe quickly developed a crush on you. What started out as a feeling of preferring you over anyone else in the crew soon turned into a reach for romance. There was no time for him to make a move in the midst of the tour, though, which left him to suffer in his teenage desire alone.

When he heard he would be seated next to you on the next flight, he instantly knew it was an opportunity he couldn't afford to waste. This was the first time he'd sat directly by you on a plane, after all. It was a brilliant time to make a move and bond together. He'd been nervous ever since he sat down, but he never got the chance to make a flirt or decent conversation before his body betrayed him. Yes, it was an optimistic opportunity, but now Joe wished it'd been anywhere except up in the air.

The stress of the situation only made him feel worse- but he wouldn't accept the fact that he was about to lose this divine opening.

Not 4 minutes of your music went by when the plane shook yet again. When it did, you thought you saw Joe suddenly move from the corner of your eye. When your head turned, you saw his fist pressed against his mouth, an arm around his stomach, and a green tint over his pallid face.

"Woah, you alright?" you took your headphones off again.

Joe only nodded, closing his eyes to reassure you (but also to reprimand himself under the surface).

"No, no no!! Stop being sick for fuck's sake! You won't have a chance with her!!"

"I'm good, I'm good," he swallowed again, wiping sweat off his bangs, "Go back to your music."

"Don't lie to me, Joe. You look terrible-! Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"I'm really not that bad, Y/n. Just a little... motion sickness..." his breathing became labored, and he angled his body as far to his right as he could. He began to fidget with something as he swallowed, "Ohh..."

The cabin teetering around him somehow made things even worse.

"Honey, I don't think it's just a little," your concern was peaked, and a hand was hovering over his arm, "You look like you're about to throw up or pass out, so how about we get you some club soda and you can rest, okay? If you want to, you can even-"

Joe was turned completely away from you, and had suddenly lurched forward to vomit into the sick bag you'd given him earlier. You knew that any hope of him holding back his condition was impossible now.

You'd initially flinched at his retching; cringing and holding your breath. Only a second passed until you remembered your duty; you were the only friend nearby.

"Uh oh-" sympathetically, you sighed and reached out to him, your hands holding his hair back, "That's not good..."

***

"I feel so humiliated... I was just- so deathly sick! I threw up twice, Sav- twice! And she was right next to me! I feel awful that she had to put up with it...! I feel like that's on me. She probably thinks I'm disgusting; she probably sees me as this huge fucking pansy who can't keep his lunch down while flying..."

"Mate, getting sick on flights isn't a personality trait, and I'm pretty sure Y/N knows that, too."

Joe, who was laying down again, scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"...I think this situation isn't all that bad, really," Sav shrugged, his voice going up in pitch to take on a suggestive tone.

"What on earth makes you say that?"

"It's quite obvious! I just think you were-" he adopted Joe's voice and air quotes, "-'so deathly sick' that you didn't even realize exactly what was happening...!"

"Really? How so?"

"Oh, don't even get me started, Joe."

*** Joe was laying against you now, exhausted from the physical labor forced on his stomach and throat. He was still pale and shivering, but finally willing to accept your advice and remedies. You'd ordered him some club soda (and some mints from your purse), and suggested he take a rest.

This left you where you were now. He had a hand on his stomach, and another one under your hand to calm him.

To say the least, it felt like having a nice, heavy blanket partially draped on you. You couldn't help but think it was at least a little funny. To most people, they'd be absolutely repulsed by a man with a weak stomach sleeping on them during a flight. You couldn't blame them, as Joe could still hurl at any given moment. However, the instinct to care for him overpowered any repulsion you may have had. To you, Joe was like a sick puppy, and you were the one who found him first. You knew he needed you in that moment, and you were okay with it. It was a nice feeling, to say the least.

Joe moved his head against you in his weary and mostly-asleep state of consciousness. A soft grumble vibrated from his sore throat.

Amid those circumstances that would normally gross you out, you managed to smile at him. That, and you gently squeezed his hand to reassure him that he was safe.

That pale, clammy version of the singer you were trapped with wasn't the form of himself he put on display to just anyone. This was a whole new side of him that you knew he never intended you to see; he was helpless. Joe had given in and finally let himself be helpless around you. You found it was rather sweet, and even somehow softening your heart.

It almost felt like a strange honor that not many people had the privilege of possessing, given that Joe tried so hard to hide it from you.

Him desperately vying to avoid your concern was typical for any one of the guys. Naturally, none of them wanted to appear vulnerable around you, but Joe seemed so hell-bent on keeping up his charade of feeling fine. You wondered what reasons he had for his strict act. Perhaps it was the intimate public setting that drove him to conceal his motion sickness at all costs. Maybe it was in order to save himself from certain embarrassment; you really didn't know.

Whatever reason he had, it didn't dwell in your mind for long. All you knew was that even with a half-dead, cold-sweated Joe on your shoulder, your heart was fluttering in a way that was even more inexplicable than his behavior.

*** "First of all," Sav held up a sassy finger at Joe, "She was the one who suggested she hold your hand, plus she held your hair back, plus she let you sleep on her shoulder and tried to make you feel better. Sounds rather tender, if you ask me. Tenderly intimate."

"I'll tell you what was 'intimate'-" Joe's grumpiness was still prominent, "-her watchin' me regurgitate my fuckin guts from 10 inches away!"

"But those were all girlfriend duties!" Sav bounced in his seat, trying to get the point across.

Joe finally fell silent. He sat up, and Sav could see the blush in his cheeks.

"...girlfriend duties?" he nearly whispered to the bassist.

"I'm right and you know it. Tell me those weren't girlfriend-ly actions! She got affectionate with you!"

Joe let his sight fall, then rise back up after a brief moment of pondering.

"She did, didn't she..."

"She definitely did."

Sav was smirking at him now.

Joe asked him again, "You really think she did...?"

"There's not a doubt in my mind."

"Oh-" Joe made a swatting motion and shook his head. He looked diagonally down at the floor, "She probably would've been affectionate to any one of us in that situation..."

Sav laughed out loud at his friend's comment. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was back at home, gossiping in Joe's childhood bedroom during a sleepover.

"Mate, when I had food poisoning last month, she didn't wanna get near me! But today, she was touchin' you and strokin' you and whatnot! Now that I mention it, I saw her smile while you were sleeping and holding her hand! Believe me, she wanted to help you. It was like she had an excuse to get close to you, just like you saw the flight as an excuse to get close to her."

Resting his case, Sav crossed his arms, tongue in his cheek.

They both remained quiet while Joe sat in thought. The pieces slowly began to fit together in his head, forming a train of thought he could somewhat follow.

"Suppose you are right; what do you suppose I do about it now?"

Sav could tell his argument was a success. His work there was done.

"That's entirely up to you."

*** You hadn't been awake that long, and were still pretty groggy when dawn began to break the next day. The unfortunate sensation of jet lag was beginning to catch up with you at that time, too. It didn't matter, because it was all part of the business. Your day would begin soon enough, jet lag or not.

After rubbing your eyes and throwing on your robe, you drew back the curtains and peered out at the misty morning. Thinking the hypnotic trance might wake you up more, you began to stare. Just as quickly, your eyes began to flutter shut again. Right before they did, however, there came a gentle knock at your door.

Blinking yourself back awake, you brought yourself to answer the call.

Initially, you found no one outside your room via the door's peephole. However, when you opened the door to search for anyone nearby, there came an unexpected surprise.

Rather than a person standing before you, a colorful bouquet of flowers lay on your doorstep. Of course, it was strange, but it also left you quickly growing bashful. You just hoped it wasn't one of your guy friends playing an early morning joke on you. Even so, your mind would be too cloudy to process that.

Looking around with sleepy confusion and flattery, you crouched down and picked up the bright bundle. You shuffled your fingers through the top of the arrangement to try and find a label or card that would give away the sender's identity. Eventually, you found the exact clue you were looking for; in the form of a small note.

The fresh, awakening scent of the blossoms wafted around you as you made out the handwriting.

"I'm so sorry I almost threw up on you on the plane! 🙁 -Joe"

It couldn't have been any more straightforward if it'd been put up on a neon sign. You chuckled out loud in the empty hallway and peered around to find a trace of the man in question.

Instantly, you found his eyes peeking from around the corner a few yards away. A guilty smile on his lips made him look so shy- in contrast to his average demeanor.

"This was really unnecessary, you know," the bundle was waved teasingly at him.

"I felt it was necessary," Joe's body slowly appeared more from behind the corner, "Considering you had no choice but to put up with disgusting ol' me."

Leaning on your door's frame, your eyes followed him while he strolled forward and leaned his shoulder on the wall in front of you. You both wore humorous smiles aimed at each other. If you could think any more clearly, you'd recognize this as flirting. Maybe it was- but it seemed oddly natural in that moment.

"Despite what you may think," your eyebrows lifted as you raised the bouquet up to your chin, "You weren't as gross as you expect. That, and you weren't any trouble."

"I just feel icky about the whole thing," he scrunched up his face and shrugged in disgust, "I promise it won't happen again- if I'm seated next to you."

"Don't worry about it, Joe. You just had a bad flight; everyone's got them from time to time."

"Not you, apparently."

Joe's smile turned rather bashful when he diverted his eye contact elsewhere. He silently chuckled with a hint of embarrassment. When you'd reassured him, he all of a sudden realized what Sav was trying to make him see. There was something in your eyes and your smile and your voice that just spoke to Joe; something that hit him and made him realize you wanted to be in the position you were in the day before.

You wanted to be affectionate with him.

Out of his daze, Joe spoke up after a brief hesitation, "So- um, I know it's early... but it's the perfect time for breakfast, so would you wanna go downstairs and get something to eat?"

"You mean with disgusting ol' you?"

"Don't worry-" his face almost went red at the cheeks, and his dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You don't have to think about me keeping it down this time."

Your arm holding the flowers dropped down to your side as you broke up into giggles.

"I'm not worried- in fact, I'd love to go."

You couldn't be certain, but you swore you saw Joe's face actually go red that time.

"Cool! Cool. Did you wanna get dressed or-?"

"Well, you don't seem to be dressed either, so why should I?" you reached back into your room to place the bouquet inside. When you shut the door, you joined the singer, "Let's hit it before Mike and Mal take all the good pastries."

Joe showed his teeth in his grin when you came to his side and began walking.

"If they're all taken, I'll steal one for you- considering I owe you a favor after what you did for me yesterday."

"What did I do?"

The answer was simple, but Joe didn't know how to say it without implying his feelings for you.

"You nursed me back to heath- or at least tried to..."

"I told you not to worry about it..."

"Alright, alright, I'll try not to."

"I'll tell you something, Elliott," you giggled as you both got inside the lift, "You've got a strange way of flirting."

Heat rushed to Joe's cheeks, and more threatened to join them at the thought of you noticing.

"Oh yeah?" he laughed.

"You hope I won't notice every tiny effort, yet you keep doing tiny things to make me notice. Even if we're, for example- up in the air..."

"Oh, god..." just like that, Joe thought he'd be the first person on earth to die of embarrassment. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fuck- please don't tell me I was that obvious..."

"Calm down, don't make yourself sick again," you laughed and patted his back, "If it makes you feel any better... I did notice what you were trying to do on the flight. And- um... it worked. So..."

You stood on your toes, and lightly planted a kiss on his cheek, "Let's just say- you don't have to be sick if you want to hold my hand next time."

Joe's hand lowered from his face, and he quickly flashed a bashful glance at you before darting his eyes away.

The elevator doors opened, the smell of coffee seeping everywhere. Instead of walking out, Joe reached out to you.

"You said I didn't have to be sick next time, and I'm quite well now..."

A bashful smile of your own made an appearance as you took his hand like you did the previous day. When you did, Joe giggled to himself.

You glanced over, "What?"

With a pause, Joe rolled in his lips, then looked right at you, "Oh nothing. Just- if you get sick on the next flight, I guess we'll be even, then."

"So, you're gonna sit with me on the next flight, then?" you raised an eyebrow.

"If it means getting even with you, then yes."

"And if it doesn't mean getting even with me?"

"Well," Joe said, smiling widely, "Then the answer is still yes."

That answer was more than enough for you.

Strolling out together, hand-in-hand, you and Joe made your way towards the breakfast counter. In the corner of your vision, you noticed him snagging a pastry off of Mike and Mal's table when he passed by.

The end

#this took me exactly 359 days to 100% complete g__g #another very rare occurrence where a fic isn't based off a song or has the title stolen from a song #unfortunately the next fic is going to break that streak hah :3D #def leppard #joe elliott #def leppard fanfiction #joe elliott x reader #def leppard x reader #original content #rick savage #sav is a perfect mediator I'm sorry I have him in that role all the damn time orgiwroimvwr #everyone is a dumbass and sav is the keeper of dumbasses #I also spent nearly 4 hours making that moodboard i hope you're happy g_g #I just recycle the same boring joe birthday post every year bc I don't have any ideas nor do I have any resources in order to make-#-something different and/or better

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Apartment 307-8 (Grabbed by the hair)

Hi guys!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. School and work have been crazy but luckily I'm out of school next week so I'll have much more time and be posting more frequently! Apologies for the short chapter, I have no idea why but it just kicked my butt lol. I tried doing some cool multimedia stuff, I hope you enjoy! This is @sableflynn's BTHB request, grabbed by the hair.

TWs: Creepy, possessive whumper, mention of branding, also this chapter made me sad bc I love my mom and Elora's mom is sad so warning for that lmao

Elora was still lying there crying hours later. The tears had slowed from her initial keening sobs, but they still fell steadily down her face, accumulating in a small puddle on the tile by her head. She could see a bit of her reflection in the salty water; just her eyes, mostly. She saw green eyes that had once been so full of hope and life that were fading, the slow abandonment of hope almost making them gray out. She wanted to lie there forever, staring into her own eyes, until oblivion took her. If she cleared her head enough, she could pretend she was elsewhere, somewhere warm and loving; the blanket draped over her body did help with the fantasy, though she always knew somewhere in the back of her head that it was just that: a fantasy. She was still here. With him.

Clyde tried to give her time to recover, but his patience wore eventually. He began to get antsy after a few hours of watching her lie there, doing nothing but cry. Admittedly, he did enjoy it at first-seeing her so weak, so docile, because of him-but it eventually grew tiresome. Watching each tear drip down into the puddle became like watching paint dry.

He stood up abruptly. Elora was startled by the motion, flinching before stilling and watching him very carefully. What was he going to do?

“Get up,” he said simply.

Elora froze. She still felt sick, dizzy with pain and the lingering scent of her burning flesh in the bathroom. But why would he care about that? Why should she disobey him, when she knew what would happen?

Yet pride and pain got the better of her again.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. She felt weak. “I hurt. You hurt me.”

The piercing sound of a loud, sudden laugh began to echo through the bathroom. It reminded Elora of the laugh of a hyena. She winced.

“Darling, did you not think that was the point?”

Her expression hardened and her heart thumped in her chest. That was the point. She wanted to say something, but her mouth suddenly got dry.

The man simply grinned. “Get up,” he repeated, but she didn’t. She just laid there, dumbfounded.

He groaned angrily, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Be that way.”

He gathered up her hair in his hand, locked his fingers in a tight fist, and pulled up. Elora yelped and scrambled to get to her feet to relieve the pain, but he didn’t give her the chance; he carelessly dragged her off, out of the bathroom, through the hallway, and into the living room. She screamed and thrashed wildly, her hands desperately trying to push him away as her scalp burned like fire. Again and again, her feet scraped the ground to no avail, kicking and kicking but never able to gain enough traction to stand as she was mercilessly dragged. The man finally dropped her on the floor at the foot of a worn leather couch, releasing his death grip on her hair. Her hands immediately flew up to her head, applying gentle pressure to her scalp to try to ease the burning pain as she looked around the new room.

The living room was barren, like the man had half moved into it then given up. There was a dusty box in the corner, the couch, a worn coffee table, a small stand, and an old TV. Other than that, it was empty, in an eerie way. The aged carpet spanned the floor like an ocean.

The pressure didn’t do much and Elora dropped her hands, still wincing as the man plopped himself on the couch behind her, the leather making a loud crackling noise as he sat. She whipped her head around as her shoulders raised up to her ears instinctively. The man made a sour face, his features twisting into an ugly frown.

“Relax,” he commanded, forcefully pushing her shoulders down. At first, she tried to wiggle away, but that idea was abandoned when he tightened his grip, clearly as a warning. He grabbed the TV remote from the arm of the couch and turned it on. It started on some history channel documentary about cars, but Clyde quickly flipped through channels until he found the local news station.

A grin spread across his face as he read the blue banner spanning across the bottom of the screen. They were just in time.

UP NEXT: CAPE COD GIRL GOES MISSING; DESPERATE MOTHER PLEADS FOR HER RETURN

His hands wandered to Elora’s scalp and began to gently card through her hair. She inhaled sharply, and it took everything she had in her not to immediately shove him off. Somehow the gentleness felt worse than the pain; the false sense of care disgusted her. He was a maniac. He hurt her, he branded her, and now he was sitting on the couch petting her hair, pretending like none of it happened. It didn’t escape her attention how he set her on the floor instead of the couch, below him, like a dog.

The banner was bad enough, but she felt sick to her stomach when the station cut to a reporter sitting at a desk with a picture of her on half of the screen. It was the picture her mom took of her at the orchard last fall. It was candid; she remembered it. She was intently focused on a butterfly off on a tree, ignoring her mom as she snapped the photo. It was one of her favorite pictures of herself. And now, it was plastered all over the news.

The reporter on the TV began to speak. “Tonight, a desperate mother pleads for her missing daughter’s safe return. Elora Larkin, nineteen, of Barnstable county, Massachusetts has been missing since Friday night. She was last seen walking home from her job at Agathangelou’s bakery, wearing khakis, a black t-shirt, and black sneakers. The police have opened a tip line and are offering an unspecified reward for any information that leads to Miss Larkin.”

Elora felt a lurching sensation in her stomach, so visceral she wanted to throw up. That was her. On the news. Gone. Missing.

Behind her, the man chuckled.

“Look at that, baby. You’re all over New England.”

“I’m not your baby,” she snapped, turning around. But her head was spinning. All over New England? It wasn’t the Cape Cod news station on the TV. It wasn’t even a state news channel. It was entirely unfamiliar, the reporter’s face one she’d never seen.. So he’d taken her across state lines, making her chances of being found lower yet.

The man shushed her and put a finger up to her lips. “Watch.” She almost bit him, but decided it wasn’t worth the inevitable punishment that would follow. Besides, they might say something useful, something that could help her. She needed to pay attention.

The screen changed, and a missing persons poster popped up. Hers.

It was up for a minute before it faded away as the reporter came back on the screen.

“Such a sad story. Everyone in the studio is hoping and praying for her safe return. Unfortunately, vigilance is so important in this day and age. Up next, we have a recording of a press conference with the girl’s mother.

The girl’s mother. Her mother. Elora felt her heartbeat thumping in her chest.

And there she was. Jodie was standing at a podium in a building that had to be a police station. Demetrios was standing by her side, offering support by merely being present. While Elora hadn’t seen him cry even once in all the years she’d known him, he now looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Her mom started to speak. She looked so sad. Withered, like the life had been sucked out of her, from fear and overthinking and sleepless nights.

“My daughter-My daughter Elora has been missing since Friday night. She’s got-she’s got blonde hair, and green eyes, and she’s real tall. I’m sure pictures have gone around by now. She was walking home from work and-and then she disappeared. We were supposed to have dinner Sunday and she never came. It was supposed to be her weekend off. I- If someone has her, please, I’m begging you, let her go. Bring her home safe. She’s a good kid, she works hard, she rescues cats in her spare time...she doesn’t deserve this. And Elora, if you’re seeing this, I love you. I love you so much, honey. If you chose to leave, please just tell us you’re okay. It’s okay. You can go see the world, just tell us you’re okay. And if something-something bad happened, we’re gonna find you. I promise, baby, I love you and we’re gonna bring you home. Promise.”

At that point, she set the microphone down and began to cry, tears streaming down her face as she hurried off to an exit, the cameras following her for a few moments. Elora’s heart twisted in knots. Seeing her mom’s face brought her so much joy, yet knowing how worried she had to be made her feel sick with guilt.

But she promised. She promised she’d find her.

“That your mom?”

Elora stilled. He already knew the answer.

"She’s kinda pathetic. Could barely keep it together long enough to tell them about you.”

She went cold. “Stop,” she seethed. Her voice was eerily calm, given her anger.

"Or what?” he replied, twisting her hair up in his hand and giving it another tug.

Elora was silent. There was no or what. She knew that.

The reporter came back on the screen.

“Well, folks, that’s all we have on the case for tonight. Remember to be safe and vigilant. This has been Hannah Brown with News12.”

The man released her hair, picked up the remote, and turned off the T.V.

“Notice how they only talked about you, not me?”

Elora turned her head around. She was crying.

“What?”

He scoffed. “I said, notice how they only ran their mouths about you the whole time. Never said a word about me. You know what that means? They don’t know jack shit about me. They don’t know who you’re with or where you are. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but we’re in Connecticut. We crossed state lines twice. They’re never going to find you, you know that?

She tried to hide it, but he could see her expression falling with every word he said, hope beginning to seep out of her. She shook her head vigorously, her bottom lip trembling.

“N-no! No, they will, you’re just crazy! You’re just fucking crazy!”

A scowl formed on his lips. “No, they won’t.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but in a split second, his hand was gripping tightly around her throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes went wide.

“No one is coming to save you.”

Elora swallowed, fear bright in her eyes. She tried to rip herself away, but the man raked his fingers across the fresh brand on her collarbone, sending her to the ground, keeling in pain.

“We could’ve had a nice evening if you behaved. Listened,” he grumbled, standing and once again grabbing her hair tightly before dragging her off towards the bathroom.

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Memories -lrh (Chapter Two)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter One ※※※※※ Chapter Three

I open my eyes having my vision blur for a little. I blink a few times, getting a better look at the room I was in. Room? It was very bright, I look at the window and guess it must be around seven in the morning.

I glance around the room, seeing my mother lying on a two-seater sofa. I see my broken arm and the heart monitor wires attached to my chest.

“What the...?” I let the confusion in my voice die, for my dry throat. I see no cell phone near me to confirm the time or date, how long have I slept? I carefully seat down on the bed, so as not to hurt my arm, and call my mother, who doesn't hear me at first, making me raise my voice more, scratching my throat.

She gets up startled and, as soon as she sees me awake, comes quickly to my side. Her hands quickly grasp my face and she distributes several kisses across my cheeks.

“Thank God, you're awake! How are you? Do you need anything?” the bombardment of questions leaves me lost. “ I'll call the nurse.” she leaves the room before I can say anything.

God, I just wanted a glass of water and to understand what happened.

She returned with a nurse who came in smiling sympathetically. My mother held my hand, reassuring and comforting me.

“Hello, Miss McGonagall. I'm glad you're awake. How are you feeling?” she asks as she writes something down on her clipboard.

“Thirsty.” I announce, desperate for a glass of water.

“Oh, of course!” my mother takes a bottle of water from the small table next to the sofa and helps me to take a sip. Finally.

I turn my attention back to the nurse, now more relieved by the water.

“I am fine. A little sleepy and confused. And my arm is sore.”

“That's normal.” she continues writing down some things and fiddling with the equipment. I decide to end the mystery.

“I suffered a car accident, didn't I?” I ask, alternating my gaze between my mother and the nurse, who both look relieved.

“Yes, a drunk driver drove through the traffic light and crashed into your car. You only broke your arm and twisted your foot, besides some bruises.” the nurse explains, killing my curiosity.

Car accident. I remember being in the car, stopped at the light, but I don't remember the impact. Thank God I had survived and without many sequels.

“We thought that you might also have suffered a lost of memory, but that apparently wasn't the case.” my mother had a huge smile on her face.

“Still, we need to ask you some questions.” I turn my attention back to the nurse. “What is your full name?”

“Marnie Elizabeth McGonagall.” I answer immediately.

“Your birthday date?”

“October 17th, 1996.” I answer after thinking for a few seconds. Their smiles widen with each answer.

“How old are you then?”

“Twenty years old.” that's when the smile disappeared, but they didn't say anything.

“You slept for two days. What day is it today?” she asked attentively.

“Two days... I think today is day six.”

“What month and what year, dear?” This time, my mother asks the question.

“March 2017.” I arch my eyebrows, as if it were obvious. But from the look on their faces, I was wrong. I stare at my mother, seeing her with teary eyes.

“Mrs. Williams, please wait outside. I will pass the information to the doctor so that you can talk.”

I see my mother leave crying and get desperate. What is happening?

“Did I lose my memory?” I ask fearfully.

“We don't know yet. You just woke up, we need to take some time and see what happens. You will probably be going through some tests in a few minutes, so you need to be fasting still. After that I'll call a nurse to help you take a shower.”

She leaves and I find myself alone. Now more awake and aware, I notice near the window some vases of flowers, cards, and two happy-face balloons. I smile, feeling comforted by the affection.

A few minutes later, a nurse came in, taking me to the examination. It would be an MRI scan to see which areas of my brain were affected. I feel completely sick; what if I really had lost my memory? How many years have I lost?

However, before the examination, I would take a blood sample. So I went into a room and they sat me down in a very comfortable armchair. I hate blood test, just the sight of the needle makes me want to throw up. When this torturous part was over, they asked me if I preferred to go through the procedure sedated and I said no, I may not like to be in closed places, but to be pierced again is just too much.

I lay down on the gurney and they fixed me up with headphones so the noise wouldn't bother me, a blanket because it was so cold, and they put something like a mask over my head, only taller, like a cap, but hollowed out. At the same moment that the stretcher starts going into that hole, I close my eyes.

The procedure lasted about 30 minutes, and during this time I tried to stay calm and remember as many things as possible. Soon after, I was taken back to the room, finding my mother there with a nurse who would help me take a shower, it was what I wanted most.

I open my eyes and feel my body freeze when I see my image in the mirror. Not only because of the scratches, but also because my hair was short and lighter at the ends, I looked like a different person.

Another surprise, was when I saw a tattoo in the middle of my chest, taking the valley of my breasts and going all the way down to the bottom of them.

“Did you let me do this?” I ask my mother, while the nurse washes my hair.

“Marnie, you don't live with me anymore, you are an adult who pays your own bills and has your own life. You don't ask my permission for nothing else.” she laughs at my shocked face. I don't remember my job, or my apartment, I must have forgotten it for many years.

Her cell phone rings and she leaves the bathroom. The nurse continues to teach me how to take care of the cast. I take advantage of the moment alone and investigate my time in the hospital.

“Have many people come to visit me?” I ask as she begins to comb my hair.

“A lot!” she smiles sympathetically. “Yours friends came at all visiting hours and brought lots of balloons and teddy bears. The head nurse sent them home with half of them.” she recalls laughing. I didn't know I had so many friends besides Bethany.

“Did my boyfriend come?” I ask anxiously, after all, I was on my way to see him.

“It was hard to get him to leave. He spent the first 24 hours here, slept in the hallway and everything. You're a lucky girl.” she blinks at me. I feel my heart race. I just want to see him!

Again, I go back to the room and this time I stay. A breakfast arrived and I was starving.

“Porridge?” I ask disappointedly as I see the tray.

“You've been unconscious for two days, you can't want to eat a mountain of pancakes, you have to start slowly.” mom warns.

We’re both in the room, and it’s an awkward, tense silence. I could see a look of relief on my mother's face to see me awake, but deep inside, there was a glint of discomfort. I conclude that this is why she is avoiding looking at me. I finished my coffee against my will and straightened up, in order to get some answers.

“Have I really lost my memory?” I ask in a clear and direct manner. She looks at me with a mixture of indecision and weariness.

“I don't know, dear.” she moves closer to the bed, caressing my face. “You have a wrong date in your head, but the chance of it being temporary is huge, so stay calm and let's wait for the test results. Now, get some rest.” she gives me a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room.

I end up falling asleep after a few minutes of watching TV. I wake up to another nurse calling me, my results are out, and the doctor wanted to talk. She passes me to a wheelchair and takes me to the doctor's office. When the door opens, I see my mother with her eyes red, the doctor with a gentle smile and Luke Hemmings looking at me in affliction.

I don't hide my confusion. Luke Hemmings?! What a famous guy is doing here?!

“Is he the one who hit my car?” I ask readily, I wouldn't be surprised, these famous people drink and think the world is theirs.

Luke clenched his jaw and his gaze seemed lifeless, he was completely uncomfortable. I bet he didn't like the truth. I ignore his unnecessary presence and turn my attention back to the doctor.

“No, Miss McGonagall. I believe Mr. Hemmings is a very close friend.” I can see that the doctor is careful with his words.

Close?

When I look back at him, I see him hugging my mother on the side, who is struggling to hold back her tears.

“What?” I let out in a whisper, alternating my gaze between them and the doctor.

“Miss McGonagall, you suffered a car accident two days ago.” he begins.

“Yes, I suffered it.” I state.

“And as sequels, you broke an arm, twisted a foot, and, unfortunately, lost part of your memory.”

It was like a bomb falling on me. I had no protection or counterattack. The suspicion had evolved into truth, and now, I had nothing to do but feel angry and out of control of my own life.

“But I talked about it being a car accident, before anyone told me. I remember being in the car, I don't remember the impact, but I remember being in the car.” I try to find a way out.

“What were you going to do?” he asks curiously. I force my mind and remember.

“I was going to see my boyfriend.” before the doctor could say anything, a different hopeful voice steals my attention and I see Luke letting go of my mother, approaching both of us.

“ It's true!” He looks at the doctor. How does he know it's true? He doesn't even know me! “We were supposed to meet for lunch.”

What?! Where did this guy come from and how does he have the courage to say something like that? I look behind my mother for help, but she is focused on Luke and the doctor.

“We? I don't know you.” My voice comes out desperate, I was already losing patience with him.

“Marnie, what's your boyfriend's name?” Luke leans one hand on the table and one on my chair, and asks me in a desperate tone, as if his life depends on my answer.

I look deep into his blue eyes, annoyed that he is getting in the middle of my life. I fill my mouth and reply.

“Stephen Maynard! My boyfriend's name is Stephen Maynard.” I raise my eyebrows as if to say ‘happy?’

His jaw locked again, and his eyes watered. He bit his lower lip and left the room, slamming the door.

“What is his problem?” I'll ask my mother and the doctor.

“ I'll go see if he's all right.” mom leaves the room and I stay with the doctor, who doesn't seem to care much about everything that has happened.

“Miss McGonagall, you suffered a car accident two days ago and were unconscious during that time. I know it may be difficult to accept that you have lost some of your memory, but unfortunately that is what happened. Your brain deleted the last three years and maybe even an older part, we have no way of knowing yet. The point is that this amnesia can be momentary and perhaps today you will remember everything, or it can last longer.” he explains calmly.

“Could it last forever?” I ask fearfully.

It was strange to think that I don't remember three years of my life, no matter how hard I try, nothing comes to my mind. I became agonized and curious to know what I was forgetting. I didn't want to do any tests, I wanted to talk to my mom and dad, see Bethany, my best friend and gossip, I wanted to see Stephen, where is he when I need him? The nurse said he didn't leave my side.

The door opens and my mom walks in again, her eyes are still red, but she seems a little more calm. She sits down next to me and holds my hand.

“Yes, it can be permanent, so you shouldn't force anything. After discharge you will go back to your normal routine and maybe something will be a point to remember everything, or at least half of it. These amnesias are often just traumatic and take you back to other traumatic times, like they want to spare you from something.”

“These last three years have been a lot of change for you, dear, that makes total sense. You said you were going to see Stephen, remember for what?” she asks curiously.

“Our anniversary. I was going to drop off his present and celebrate. Where is he anyway? The nurse said he hasn't left my side. Even an annoying celebrity is here!”

“ I'll let you two talk for a while, I think we owe it to Miss McGonagall.” the doctor interrupts before my mother replies. “But, remember, miss, without forcing anything, you'll have plenty of time to find out everything. Excuse me.” he leaves the room, leaving us alone.

“Well?” I ask my mother, who looked totally uncomfortable.

“Honey, on that day that you remember, that last memory, you found Stephen with Bethany, how can I put it? In a not good situation. You broke up.”

I always knew that my parents didn't like Stephen, thought he was a bad influence, but to say that he cheated on me with my best friend bordered on the ridiculous.

“Mom…”

“I swear it's true, I know it hurts, and it really hurt to see you go through this. But honey, you overcame it, you overcame everything and you found a wonderful man who loves you, appreciates you, respects you and cares for you.”

“Such an amazing man who is not here.” I raise my free arm, supporting my argument, showing that only the two of us are in the room.

“My love, he is here, he has been here all the time, he only left last night because everyone insisted.” the look she gives me, wanting me to put all the pieces together makes my stomach turn.

“No!” I laugh, unbelieving what I was imagining, "Luke can't be my boyfriend.”

“Why not?” my mother's displeased tone surprises me, does she approve of him?

“I don't even know him. He's famous and I'm not. Where would we meet?” the pieces just don't fit together.

“Your life has changed a lot, dear, to the point that you meet him and his friends. To the point that you could afford this hospital.” really, my family couldn't afford a private room and all the tests that I would have to do. “Marnie, you have become a model.” I can imagine a bomb exploding in my head.

“That's a lot of information!”I cover my face, trying to take it all in.

“I'm sorry, honey, if I could only pass this whole situation to myself and let you off the hook.” she squeezes my thigh.

“I know, it's just so agonizing not remembering. I mean, did I yell at my 'boyfriend' and tell him I was with another guy? Another who in my mind is still my current one and who I still have feelings for?” I let out a desperate breath. I dry my tears, angry with myself and with the drunk who hit my car.

“Honey, it is only the first hours, calmly, we will tell you everything and you will get used to it, who knows, maybe remembering until everything is in place or close to it? It's not your fault, it's just a consequence! Everything will be fine, I promise you.” she hugs me and I allow myself to cry, her hand caressing my hair, giving me peace. “What matters is that you are alive.”

“What day is it today?” I ask after a few seconds.

“June 13th, 2020.” I feel the second bomb explode, it's very weird.

“Do you and dad like him?” I ask, curious.

“Very much, it was your best choice.” she smiles.

“And Dad, where is he?” her expression becomes distressed.

“Hm, he had to take a trip right on the day of the accident, but he is already trying to get back.”

Three years! That's what I had lost. Apparently my boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend, had cheated on me and I was with a world-famous and beloved guy, of whom I knew nothing but his name and that he was in a band, which had the underpants song.

I went back to the room and spent much of the afternoon trying to assimilate everything. I needed more information, to talk to more people. Deep down, I wanted to believe that this was a big theater, but I know that it is impossible. Unfortunately, I have lost my memory and my hands are tied trying to fit everything in and remember something.

The door opened and unlike what I had imagined, Luke came in holding a bouquet of gerberas and a box with a purple bow. He didn't expect me to be awake, and I didn't expect to be alone with him so soon.

“Sorry, I didn't know you were awake.” he says clumsily and a little lost, not knowing what to do with the box and the flowers.

“No problem, you can pretend I'm asleep, I don't want to disturb you.” he nods and I watch his movements.

I watch him exchange the yellow roses in the vase for the gerberas, my favorite flowers, and notice him collecting the cards and giving them in my direction.

“I believe you are very curious to read them.” he won't come close and I feel bad for that, he must hate me.

“Thank you.” I give my best smile, trying to smooth things over. Luke continues to hold the box, not knowing what to do.

“Hm, this... this little box, it's for you!” he extends the box, still away from the bed. ”Your old cell phone broke in the accident, and I bought this new one. Leah and I have already backed it up, it has all the information from the old one.”

“Leah?” I can' t help but question, as I open the little box and look at the brand new cell phone.

“Uh, yes, your best friend, the current one!” He is standing at the foot of the bed and avoids looking at me.

“I don't know the password.” I say as the screen lights up.

Luke approaches, still hesitant, and positions himself beside me. He unlocks the screen and starts to show me where everything is, pictures, videos, messages and contacts. I stop for a moment and pay attention to him, while he is still talking.

With his face very close, I smell his perfume and I like the smell. I notice his long, very light hair, a beard showing signs all over his chin and jaw. Luke is handsome, I'm not impressed that I had a crush on him, but why did he have a crush on me?

I notice that he notices me staring at him, and, before he turns around, I turn my gaze to the cell phone. I feel him analyzing me, maybe trying to find the girl he loved inside me.

I take courage and stare back at him, my heart racing and my stomach churning, but not from happiness or anxiety of wanting something to happen, but from wanting nothing to happen. Even though he was a handsome and caring guy, I couldn't feel something for Luke, at least not before I worked things out with Stephen.

“Sorry about earlier today.” I whisper, not amused by my behavior.

“No need to apologize. You're just going through a very big shock.” He reassures me.

“Still, I want you to know that I'm not like that.” Luke looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “But you already know, of course.” I cover my eyes, wanting to die. Luke lets out a laugh that makes me laugh along with him.

“I know it will be difficult, but I don't mind hearing you tell me all about you again.” I can't sustain the look, it intimidates me. “By the way…” he turns away and goes to a backpack on the sofa and pulls out a book. “I brought it so you would have something to read. You read it last year and said it was so good you wish you could forget to read it again.” as soon as Luke finishes speaking, I can't stand his choice of words and start laughing and he seems to notice, becoming embarrassed.

“That's fine, thank you very much.” I oblige and allow myself to lift my body, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He turns more red and sits down on the couch, leaving me with my presents. I glance over the novel, reading the synopsis that catches my attention, ‘When It Happens’. I grab my cell phone and go into my social medias, startling myself by seeing my insta full of pictures in Italy, clothing campaigns and some pictures with him. I look up to Luke, who is wearing glasses and reading a book.

It’s strange not to be attracted to him, but to feel peace, as if everything is right. I’m sorry that I don't remember him, since he seemed like such an amazing guy and so kind to me. My mind comes up with a huge list of questions I want to ask him. How did we meet? How long have we been together? Do we fight a lot? But at the same time that I am insanely curious to talk to my boyfriend, his presence intimidates me; after all, he is a famous guy. Faced with this, I keep quiet.

I turn my attention to the thousands of cards on my lap, reading one by one. Many texts wishing me better, saying that if I woke up some would cut the hair, or change the color, among other promises. Leah, Calum, Ashton, Kyleen, Noah, Michael; so many names, but none that I feel familiar with. I need to see Stephen.

“Could you check with the nurse for something I can eat?” I ask timidly, not wanting to get in his way. However, Luke quickly gets up and provides my order.

I take advantage of the moment alone and dial the number I still remembered, after three rings Stephen's voice comes on and for the first time in hours, I feel in control of the situation.

“Hi, it's Marnie!” I feel my heart racing so fast I think about the possibility that I'm going to throw up.

“Wow, this is a call I never thought I would get again.” I don't answer because I feel bad, apparently the ending wasn't good at all. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Hm.” I clear my throat. “I need to see you, to talk, actually. I don't know if you know, but I was in an accident recently.”

“Yes, I read about it.”

“So, the problem is that I lost part of my memory and, well, the last thing I remember is that I was on my way to your house, to celebrate our anniversary.”

“What anniversary?” his voice is curious and cautious.

“The one in 2017.” the line becomes dead silent and I don't wait for an answer. “Look, I am really lost and I need to talk to you and understand everything.”

“Are you sure your parents and your amazing boyfriend haven't already told you everything?” the mocking tone annoys me a little.

“Honestly? I didn't really believe what my mom told me. Would you mind coming to the hospital early tomorrow morning? I'll probably be discharged in the afternoon and well, I know some people won't be happy to see you here.”

“No problem, it would be an honor to tell you the truth. See you tomorrow, Lizzie.”

The affectionate nickname he always used for me makes my stomach turn. Stephen never liked my name and the fact that he didn't know how to make a nickname out of it, so he called me Lizzie.

I don't know if I did the right thing by calling Stephen, but I need answers and to understand everything that had happened between us, until I came into Luke's arms.

Luke...

Where did we bump into each other and intertwine? He is a famous guy, has great friends, could date any famous girl, a fan, someone who knows him well and wants him, why me? The thoughts drown me as I look at another picture of us on his profile.

“Sorry for the long delay, my mom called, she wanted to hear from you.” Luke's cheeks are flushed and the glasses that used to occupy his face are now hanging from the collar of his shirt. “The nurse will bring some soup in a moment.” I wrinkle my nose and mouth. I don’t like soup. “I know, but that's what the doctor ordered.”

It scares me how he knows me and how I know nothing about him, other than that he sings the underwear song and that he sang with One Direction.

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angstyaches · 4 years

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hey em here

'did that sound come from your stomach?', 'I think I'm going to be sick' and 'can you make it to the toilet?' for sick charlie with caretaker shayne?? we all know I just love them wayy too much lol

My lovely Em, thank you for choosing these three beautiful lines and requesting these boys! I hope I did it justice, and that you don’t mind the alcohol aspect.

A/N 1: I know my last update was plot-related, so please think of this as happening at a different time to all of the Ouija board drama (possibly after). I just wanted to write something light and fluffy for these two since they’re going through so much crap right now. Shayne even makes a stupid dad joke. I hope you guys enjoy it!

CW: alcohol, nausea, emeto, language, Feelings.

A/N 2: Please drink responsibly! I have had a nasty relationship with alcohol in real life, and it’s just not worth all the pain it causes. Also, in the country where I grew up, the legal drinking age is 18, so it’s the same in StW.

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Back when he’d first laid eyes on the Mulberry house, the first thing Charlie had gotten excited about was the fact that it had a patio, paved with smooth concrete slabs and surrounded by a wooden railing overlooking the rest of the garden. He could instantly picture himself having his first alcoholic drink out there, either at sunset or under the stars; realistically with his parents, but ideally with a friend, if he ever managed to make one.

Admittedly, this wasn’t exactly what he’d pictured. For starters, there was no furniture on the patio; his parents had never gotten around to buying any, and probably wouldn’t, now that the house was on the market again.

On top of that, the only alcohol in the house was a sketchy bottle of whisky his dad had received as a gift and forgotten about, and he didn’t even have the proper glasses to make it feel sophisticated. But now that his days living there were numbered, Charlie didn’t know how long he had to tick it off his bucket list.

He also hadn’t expected to make a friend; and he certainly hadn’t expected that friend to be someone like the guy in leather and Doc Martens that was lying next to him on the concrete slabs.

Charlie folded one ankle over the other in his blue and white Converse, inching them a little closer to Shayne’s. For a second, he almost forgot that their legs were upside down, stretched up so that their feet rested on top of the wooden bannister. Bathed in the faint light of the kitchen through the patio doors. The light wasn’t so harsh as to black out the night sky, and Charlie dizzily found himself wishing he knew the names of some interesting constellations he could point out.

If he let himself zone out just a bit, it felt like they were actually sitting upright, and flying through space.

How much have you had, exactly? Charlie batted a hand lightly in the air, hoping that would somehow make the demon Charlie Two sit quietly to the side for a minute.

“Your dad must have really pissed off whoever gave him that whisky,” Shayne mumbled, sticking out his tongue and making a face. “I think they were trying to poison him.”

“It’s not that bad,” Charlie laughed. He reached for his glass, which was sitting on the concrete by his hip, and slowly started to bring it up towards his mouth.

“It is that bad, and Charlie? You can’t drink upside down.”

He’s possibly right.

“No, no, we’re not upside down,” Charlie complained at both Shayne and Charlie Two. He rested the glass on his chest for a moment, using his free hand to draw a line from his belly button to his throat, but only focusing on Shayne this time. “My tummy’s just about level with my mouth, so it’ll still go in the right direction.”

“Hmm,” Shayne said. “Hard to argue with that logic.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got this.”

Charlie tilted his head forward and tipped the glass against his lips. He let a few sips of the cold-yet-burning liquid splash over his tongue until there was enough for him to gulp. It seemed to catch in his throat, and he stifled a cough, almost spilling his drink all over himself.

“Idiot.” Shayne reached over to grab the glass from him.

Charlie laughed and coughed at the same time before resting his head against the ground again. He felt that gulp of liquid like a finger dragging down the centre of his chest, in the opposite direction of the line he’d traced himself. It burned a little as it reached his belly.

“You okay, or what?”

“I – yep,” Charlie giggled, blinking harshly as the stars seemed to swirl a bit, like a Van Gogh painting.

“Maybe drinks on the patio wasn’t your brightest idea,” Shayne mused. “Neither of us has the stomach for this shit.”

“Well, maybe you don’t –” Charlie’s hand knocked against the glass, and Shayne had to move it out of the way again, but not before huffing in annoyance.

Charlie put his hand out again. He couldn’t remember why he’d been reaching for Shayne’s belly, but he laid his hand on it anyway, tickling gently until Shayne wriggled in discomfort and took hold of Charlie’s hand just to keep it still.

He slowly turned his head, heart fluttering as Shayne turned his too. His deep brown eyes were brightened, made sharp by the alcohol rather than dull. They lay like that for a few minutes, silently feeling each other’s pulse in their palms.

Charlie felt a little knot of tension in the pit of his stomach, and unfortunately it wasn’t the usual butterflies. The initial warmth of the liquor was turning into something fizzy and unsettling. For half a second, Charlie was terrified he was going to belch right into Shayne’s face, but instead, the ball of pressure slipped inwards. The noise that resulted was high-pitched and seemed to go in a spiral pattern through his gut.

“Did –?” Shayne’s heavy black eyelashes blinked with some effort, like it was hard to draw himself out of whatever he’d been thinking about. “Did that sound come from your stomach?”

Charlie nodded, moving his hand up to his mouth as he hiccupped loudly. Pain flared across his diaphragm.

“Let’s sit up, yeah?” Shayne asked. “Your gravity’s probably all messed up.”

Shayne took his legs down and sat up, reaching out for Charlie with both hands. Charlie let himself be pulled up, shivering as the night air hit his back. That bubble of uneasiness started to circle back towards the centre of his stomach. The sudden movement, and that shift in gravity that Shayne had thought would help, were actually making the pain worse, and he bent forward slightly, willing the patio to stop rocking beneath him.

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

“You’re not, you’re not,” Shayne assured him, still holding his hands. “Breathe with me, okay? All the way in. And hold it for six seconds.”

Charlie groaned. “Since when are you so zen?”

“Sshh, shut up and do it.” Shayne closed his eyes, stroking his thumbs against the sides of Charlie’s hands and nearly making him melt into a puddle. Charlie wanted to do what he was suggesting, but Shayne looked so calm and happy that he couldn’t stop staring at him.

He couldn’t exactly sit still either, with all the gurgling going on in his gut. He gave Shayne’s hands a shake to get his attention, whimpering and squirming uncomfortably on the concrete.

Shayne opened his eyes. He only had to look at Charlie’s face for a second before sighing in resignation.

“Alright, come on, lightweight. Can you make it to the toilet?”

“Yes…” Charlie said optimistically as Shayne helped him to his feet; the patio door was locked, so he would have to circle around to the front door, make it through the echoey front hall, stumble into the closest bathroom, which was in the downstairs en-suite –

“Actually? No,” Charlie groaned. Once the blood rushed away from his head, his stomach and brain got even more confused about which way was up and which was down, and he felt little toxic bubbles pressing up towards his throat.

He turned and grabbed onto the wooden bannister overlooking the back garden. He leaned forward, jaw hanging open, belly pressed lightly against the wood. Shayne’s cold hands ran up Charlie’s arm, settling across his shoulders and making him shiver.

He chucked loudly over the bannister, covering the manicured grass below. The sick looked exactly how it had felt before coming up; foamy and disgusting. The heaves seemed to come from right down in his gut and made his whole body clench and tremble. Whatever they’d liberated from the cupboard was really not agreeing with his system.

He gave one last gag that didn’t seem like it was ever going to end. Finally, he gasped in some of the night air and let his head hang slack. The inside of his skull felt like it had been scalded like a teapot.

“You alright?”

“Oh, um...” Charlie started a bit at the sound of Shayne’s voice; he’d almost forgotten he was there, even though he’d been holding his shoulders the entire time. He lifted his head back in over the bannister, keeping his arms slumped over it. “I kind of wish you hadn’t just seen that.”

“Seriously?” Shayne scoffed behind him. “You threw up all over me once, and this is what you’re embarrassed about?”

“Yeah, but this is pathetic,” Charlie whined, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “One stupid drink and I heave my guts up?”

Shayne slid one hand over Charlie’s waist and stomach, resting it at the slight curve at the bottom of his belly. “Nah, you’re good. Everything’s still there.”

Despite the wrenching nausea and the pain in his head, Charlie had to choke out a laugh at the fact that Shayne had made a joke without relying on sarcasm.

“If it makes you feel any better, I feel like shit too,” Shayne said, gently running his hand back up Charlie’s stomach. “We shouldn’t have started out on whisky.”

Charlie gripped the bannister and tried to ease himself upright, but his legs felt so wobbly that he would have dropped to his knees if Shayne wasn’t holding him.

“Thank you,” Charlie said weakly. He half-turned around, putting a hand on Shayne’s waist to steady himself. He shivered again as Shayne supported his weight with one hand, brushing a strand of Charlie’s hair back with the other. The pit of his stomach tingled again, this time without the nauseous fizzling.

“You okay, Charlie?”

“Yeah, I think - I think gravity found me.”

#swallow the world #request #fluff #sickfic #tw alcohol #emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #charlie #shayne #sick charlie

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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Emotions (pt. 6)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy and y/n enjoy your new relationship, but others have their own opinion of it.

Word Count: 1586

Chapter 1 • Series Masterlist • Chapter 7

Right after prom the two of you flowed naturally into your newfound relationship. Sometimes he could be very distracting, usually when you were trying to finish your homework. You'd be on his lap, where he put you, working on something when he would start kissing your neck. "Billy." You smiled.

"Hm?" His face was still in your neck.

"You're distracting me."

"Mm. Must be hard not focusing on me, huh?"

You chuckled and tried to get out of his arms before his grip became more snug. Billy then kissed the sweet spot of yours, and you unintentionally let out a small whinish-moan. He let go of you immediately and gently pushed you off of him. Your face felt red and you looked at the floor in embarrassment. "Sorry." You mumbled.

"No no doll." He crawled over to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry. It's just that when you make those pretty sounds, it's so sexy that my mind wanders."

You got on your knees and gently pushed him back into a sitting position, straddling his lap and playing with the back of his hair. "What do you start thinking about?"

"Things to do to you. How to make you feel good."

"Then we don't you?" You quietly asked. You pressed yourself closer to him. You didn't know what this feeling was, but it had you aching in a certain place for him.

"Not so innocent, are we sweetheart?" He chuckled, running his thumb onto your bottom lip. "I want to, believe me I want to, but at the right moment. I want your first time to be special."

"With you? My favorite distraction? Of course it'll be special." You both laughed and kissed.

You'd also go to his basketball games. Though at some point Hopper and El would come as well, it was only you who was there for him at his first game. In the middle of the game, he jogged to you, drenched in sweat, and asked for a kiss. "C'mon babe, for good luck."

"You're covered in sweat." You giggled.

"Don't act like this isn't the sexiest thing you've ever seen." You shook your head and gave him a long kiss until a whistle was blown, causing you to pull back and cheer him on.

What Billy had come to love about his basketball games was when Hopper and El came. When Hopper became excited about the games, it made Billy want to try harder. He wanted so badly to make him proud; the man in the stands cheering for him, when his own dad would never step foot in any gym for him.

Unfortunately, the basketball game kiss caught the attention of Steve Harrington, who told his girlfriend, who told her best friend. Though Jonathan had known the two of you were friends, as well as your crush on him, he still didn't say anything as you had asked him not to. The three of them found you at the basketball bleachers together at lunch. Nancy was in front, with the other two boys behind her. "Y/n, we need to talk." You furrowed your eyebrows. "It's about something important."

You assumed it was something bad, so you squeezed Billy's arm gently. "I'll be right back." You then walked down the bleachers, out of earshot for Billy. "What's wrong? Is Will okay?"

Jonathan gave you a small smile. "He's fine. Thanks for asking though."

"This is about Billy." Nancy interjected.

You looked at Jonathan, assuming that he told them. He slightly shook his head, and you figured that it was probably from the basketball game. "What about him?"

You figured where this would lead to, and crossed your arms. "You shouldn't be with him, he's bad! He's a man whore who toys with girls to get them in bed."

"No, he's a gentleman who treats me good." You were raising your voice now.

"Look, five," Steve began. "Do you realize how many girls he's been with?"

"I'm well aware of how he used to be." You said sternly.

"Do you really think he'd stop being that way all of a sudden for you?" Nancy asked.

You let out a humorless laugh. "That's rich from someone who's dating King Steve." You then looked at Steve. "No offense Steve, I really like you now." He only nodded his head.

"We just wanted to make sure everything's okay." Jonathan said.

"Is he forcing you to do things?" Nancy asked. "He is, isn't he?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but he's the one who wants to wait. And why do you even care? It's not like you've even talked to me for months. The only ones who I see is Steve and Jonathan, who I can make a conversation with. But that's when you're not around. You left me friendless and alone, and I didn't even care, because I didn't want to be a forced friend. But don't act like we're best friends when someone I start doing things that you don't like."

She was silent, but pissed. "You don't even see that he'll use you."

You jabbed a finger at her. "That. Right. There. I'm sick and tired of people like you looking down on me. Everybody does. But not Billy. He treats me like a real person with real feelings. He makes me feel like I matter." Your eyes were beginning to water up out of anger. "I don't get why people can't just let me be happy."

Jonathan took a step closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder. "We're sorry, we didn't mean to make you feel like this."

You sniffled. "It's fine. Thanks Jonathan. I got to go. See you later. You too Steve." You waved weakly and walked over to Billy, who was fuming with rage.

First, they ruined his alone time with you. With mid-terms coming up, you've been busy studying as well as making flashcards for him to pass his classes. Then they took you over to where he couldn't even hear, and he saw a yelling match with you and the girl. Next, this guy puts his hand on your shoulder. Who the fuck does he think he is? But what really got Billy enraged was when you turned around and walked back towards him, with tears flowing down your cheeks.

He stood up. "I'm gonna kick the hell out of those two fuckers."

"No!" You said, grabbing his arm. "They didn't do anything wrong. It was the girl. They had good intentions."

The tears just kept on coming. He felt so shitty seeing you like this. He grabbed your cheek, wiping off the tears. "Then why are you crying?" He asked gently.

"They thought that I was being used by you. That I was being dumb and letting you manipulate me until you get bored with me."

"They said that?" He shouted.

He was about to kick the shit out of them, but you tugged his arm. "Stop Billy, that's not why I'm crying."

He sat you down and kneeled down. "Sweetheart, why are you crying?" He asked quietly.

You looked down at your lap. "I hate that people have their own opinions about us. I just want to be happy with you. I want to make you happy, but I feel like I can't with everybody either laughing at me or assuming bad things about you. How are you happy when people look at you and think like that? People think like that because I'm with you."

"Sweetheart, listen to me." He put his hands on your cheeks. "Fuck everybody else. I don't care what anybody says about me, and whoever's bitch ass has something to say about you will get their asses kicked. Of course you make me happy. Nobody makes me happy the way you do. I have to worry about making you happy, not the other way around."

You put your hands over his, leaning in to kiss him. "I wish everyone could see how amazing you are." You said quietly, against his lips.

He gave you another kiss. "Sorry, but amazing me is reserved for my sweetheart." You both chuckled. "I want you to know that you got a man who has the balls to fight."

"Mm. What I'm impressed with is that I also got a man who has the balls not to fight." Billy's never thought of that. He's never considered that showing restraint could also be powerful in its own way. "It's pretty hot."

You gave him another kiss, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and sucking gently. When you pulled back, Billy put his thumb on your bottom lip. His mind started to wander again. He pictured you with that same wicked but innocent smile, with his cum drizzling down your chin. You could be on your knees for him, with only one of his shirts on you. Your hand would be inside your panties, pleasuring yourself at the sight of Billy's member.

You narrowed your eyes and grinned. "What are you thinking about?" You looked down to see his bulge in his pants. You made sure no one was looking before pressing yourself onto him, Billy feeling pressure and some relief from your thigh. "Whatever it is, we should do it."

"Doll," Billy breathed out.

"Hm?"

"You gotta stop." He moved your hand away. "It'll happen. Soon. When the time is right." He kissed you and grabbed your books, walking you to your class.

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"I'm Your Father, Love!"

Tuesday 18th May 2021

Hello again everyone! Hope you're all doing okay, I'm back with another post and tonight I'll be reviewing Tuesday's post episode. However before we get started I have a little bit of news to share, which I'm sure the majority of you might've heard by now. Adam Woodyatt has announced that he's not going to be returning to Albert Square until at least 2022! So of course, for me, that raises the question - What has Ian been doing all of this time? Where did he go when he wondered off into the night? I know that there's going to be some major questions to be asked. We all last saw Ian leave the Square after he realised that his new wife, Sharon was poisoning him after she found out about his involvement in her son, Dennis's death. I hope Ian's return will be a big one, considering the way he left - with no money, no phone - just the clothes on his back, I'm eager to see where he has been and what he's been doing. What do you guys think?

Anyway, focusing on the episode at hand, firstly I'm going to begin with Katy and Frankie. Considering that Monday's episode ended with Katy returning to the Square, it wasn't going to be long until she crossed someone's path. Unfortunately for Frankie, it turns out her Mum has come back to the Square to see her. As Frankie is sat quietly in the club, she's startled as she looks up to see her Mum standing over her. Katy tries to plead with her to have one last drink with her before she gets locked up, but Frankie is having none of it. Although when she escapes from her Mum arrives back at the Vic, she realises that Mick's victim statement is all placed in an envelope and ready to be read out loud in court.

To me it seems that Frankie was struggling whether to go and see her Mum or not, because at the end of the day, she is her Mum. Eventually Frankie agrees to meet with her Mum in the park, without anyone else around. At first it looks as if they're bonding as Katy recalls about the time she took her daughter to the beach around Christmas time. It looks as if Katy is still holding onto the hope that she can be seen as a good person in her daughter's eyes. Eventually it becomes perfectly clear what Katy is wanting from her daughter, she questions whether Frankie will give her a character reference so the court can see what kind of person she can be. But Frankie realises that once again she's being used by her Mum, she walks away completely ignoring her Mother. I do feel for Frankie as she is kind of in the middle of all of this, but she needs to realise that she has no blame in any of it, all the blame leads directly to Katy.

Returning to the Vic, Frankie confides in Shirley, informing her of her Mother's request but she makes it known that she completely refused, much to Shirley's delight. Shirley claims she's proud of Frankie for doing the right thing and how she always knew she was on their side. I think as much as Frankie is wanting to stand by her Dad and help him through this ordeal, I guess a part of her is also thinking that she's also losing her Mum in all of this. I think I do feel for Frankie right now, but I am really intrigued to see the court scenes when they air. Will Mick be able to read his statement in court with Katy sat right there in the room?!

Elsewhere on the Square, Sharon is prepping herself for the launch of her new gym, however she's getting very little help from Zack. As she voices her ideas to him, he's insulting every single suggestion. He informs her that she needs to think bigger and advertise on social media and consider that people are going to be wanting to join the gym, so she should have some fresh smoothies made etc etc.

As Zack tries to, once again, show off, Martin and Ruby happen to be walking with Lily across the Square. Is it me, or does this Zack think that he's God's gift to women? Showing off and flirting with anything that moves, but it seems his eyes are focused on Ruby at the moment - and Martin is really noticing which is making him incredibly jealous and possibly even cautious. Only did you guys happen to see the look on Lily's face? Do you think she has sussed out that her Dad may be jealous of Zack?

Later as Zack is trying out a new cocktail, I'm not 100% sure whether it was something new for the club or something he was working on for the gym launch, but regardless he gets Ruby to be his guinea pig. However, lurking in the corner, sitting and watching everything unfold in front of her, is Lily. Ruby happens to notice her step-daughter and questions why she's not in school. Lily makes up an excuse and instantly asks her step-mum whether she has a crush on Zack, which of course Ruby firmly denies and informs her not to get involved in "Adult Business!"

However, it looks as if the cogs are turning in Lily's mind. I'm assuming she still really doesn't look Ruby and will do anything to make her life a misery, maybe even split her and her Dad up. As she returns him and is sat watching TV with her Dad, Martin asks about what she's been doing whilst he's been away. It's then that Lily spins a web of lies, telling her Dad that Ruby wasn't around much and she was hanging around with Zack a lot, even mentioning that Zack had stayed over. Knowing full well how this would make her Dad feel, I think it's simply to do with Lily getting back at Ruby, purely for her Mum's sake. Is there anything Lily won't do to ruin Martin and Ruby's marriage?!

Another thing I have to mention is Bernie! Now Bailey has returned home, the Taylor family are slowly getting back to normal and having the family together again. Even though the family are terrified to let Bailey out of their sight. Bailey overhears Karen shouting for her in a blind panic, but once Karen realises that she's still safe and sound in the apartment, Bailey realises how worried her family were about it, claiming that she's seen all the online posts about her online. Does Bailey now feel guilty for running out on her family? Did she really believe that her family would be better off without her? The poor kid!

But it seems that Karen isn't the only one who's concerned about Bailey's whereabouts, it looks as if Keegan is eager to keep a close eye on her also. He mentions to Tiffany that he and Bernie will be taking Bailey out for some lunch. Later as they all gather at McKlunky's, Keegan asks his sister about this "bonus" she'll be getting from Kheerat. But Bernie reassures her brother that he doesn't have to match her money, and he doesn't have to pay her back either. As a sweet and joking gesture, she informs him that as soon he has made his first million, that he can pay her back!

However, the previous episode, Rainie informed Bernadette that she and Stuart are going to be finding another surrogate, so if Bernie is eager to make some quick cash for her family then she needs to act fast! Desperately she approaches Rainie begging her to give her a chance, to the point where she pushes herself to inform Rainie that she can lose the weight within a month! Rainie realises that Bernie is deeply serious about her surrogate and agrees to give her the one month deadline for her to lose weight so she can be their surrogate and carry a baby safely.

Now I fear that this is where Bernie's eating disorder is going to come in, I know what it's like to lose weight, it can be a long and hard process - weight does not simply drop off you within a month! I fear that Bernie may make some drastic and hard decisions when it comes to her eating now. Will she perhaps start making herself sick? Or will she not eat at all and eventually go light headed and pass out? There could so many different and dark roads this storyline will take, I just hope there will be no lasting damage to both Bernadette, and the soon to be baby she'll be carrying - if it ever gets to that point! What do you guys think of this current storyline? I'm really interested in hearing your thoughts on this one!

The final thing I have to mention is Sonia! Oh poor Sonia! After overhearing Dotty and Tiffany taking the mick out of her and calling her horrendous names, it looks as if Sonia is feeling as if she's aged since leaving the Square. Almost to the point where she feels it's time for her to change her look, she approaches Denise in the salon and asks her to give her a new do - from what we gather, something along the lines of what Dua Lipa has!

Now Denise questions Sonia's decision and can see that maybe Sonia is having some kind of breakdown. She swiftly talks her into having a drink with her at the Vic. I have to say though, this scene between Sonia and Denise I absolutely loved. We don't get to see these two women socialise enough, it was just so lovely to see Denise reassure Sonia that she's not as "Boring" as some people think she is! She is a very important part of the community and mentions rightly how much Sonia has had to cope with over the last year, being a nurse and regards to the pandemic. It made it feel quite realistic for me, everyone knows how much we have needed the NHS this last year or so and how hard every single NHS employee has worked to keep us all safe! Even though the pandemic is real and Sonia is a fictional character, it was just nice for someone to reassure her that she is important and she is deeply loved within the community. I also have to say how much I love Denise also - I don't think Diane Parish gets the recognition she deserves!

However as the drinks begin to flow, Denise and Sonia begin talking about Dotty. Denise informs her that she shouldn't listen to anything Dotty has to say, but unfortunately lets slip that Dotty has been performing as a hostess at the club. Learning this news, Sonia storms right over to the club and instructs Dotty to stop doing what she's doing, flaunting herself over middle aged men for money! However, she happens to insult a man standing by the bar, calling him a pervert! Dotty is left absolutely humiliated, but personally - it felt good to see Dotty be told straight! Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike Dotty, but I think becoming a hostess and dragging Tiffany in to doing it also, just doesn't seem right. I don't think she's no where near as bad as her Father, but I think she'll always have a rebel side to her!

Oh so finally Brian Connelly has made his first appearance on the Square as Terry Cant. His first encounter was accidently bumping into Rainie. But as he continued to wonder Walford, he found himself in Ruby's club, working up an audience telling them a really interesting story, from what I could make out! However, he happened to be the one who was caught up in Sonia's confrontation with Dotty, being the one called a pervert.

As Sonia returned back to the Square and began chatting once again with Denise and Tiffany, she was horrified to see that the "Pervert Man" had followed her back to the Vic. As she makes herself scarce by hiding underneath the table, Terry begins to ask for Sonia Fowler. But as Denise questions what he wants her for and whether she's done anything wrong, Terry informs them that she in fact hasn't done anything wrong, but called her Dad a pervert! Yep, that's right! Terry Cant is Sonia's Dad!!!! Where has he been all this time? How will Sonia react to her Father rolling up on the Square?

I know that Thursday's episode has already aired, but I'm looking forward to reviewing that episode tomorrow! Do you hope that Terry will become a permanent member of the cast? What else will bring him to Walford other than reconnecting with his daughter? I have to be honest, I'm looking forward to seeing what Brian Connelly will bring to the Square. I know he's well known for his comedy, but I'll be interested to see if they bring a more serious and maybe dark side to his character. I just think it'll give Brian Connelly that chance to shine and prove he can be a brilliant actor as well as a brilliant comedian! What do you guys think??

Thank you all for reading, it truly means the world! Please feel free to leave me a comment or leave me a message regarding anything currently happening in EastEnders right now. I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts, opinions and theories! Love you all xXx

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Predilection | Chapter five

Pairing : Jikook x Reader [Feat. Taehyung]

Words: 1.8k

Genre: Angst, eventual Smut, fluff

Warnings : explicit wording, characters under the influence, bad judgement, (I will make it clear that the characters in this chapter are definitely of age.)

Description: you want him, he wants you, but he also wants him, and him wants you- but him hurt you. So You hate him.

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Its somewhere around 7:00 am in the morning and amongst all your fellow early classmates waiting to board the trip’s bus, you find yourself spacing in and out of your own head. Your stomach in knots, eyes puffier than usual and although you’ve tried to calm yourself through an entire night of restless tossing and turning - you just couldn't shake the miserable feeling of dread.

“ Y/n...Y/N?!” There's a hand waving in your face catching your attention. Like a trance being broken, your best friend watches worriedly while your eyes seem to snap open in shock. Seeing him, makes the question ring in your head for the hundredth time, the very one you lied to. Whether or not you found your own body betraying your emotions for the boy you hated.

You kissed him back.

Jeon jungkook knew what it felt like to have your lips moving desperately against his in such an intimate fashion. Your lips permanently painted with the feel of his impressionable touch. The event, unfortunately, was still on your mind heavy, your thoughts consumed within the strange dilemma that you’d somehow gotten yourself into and to make it worse- you now truly had no one to really talk about it with.

“Did you...D-Did you sleep at all last night?” Taehyung stumbles in front you and it if it weren't for the devastating guilt running through you, you wouldn't have noticed the very clear and real suitcase coming by his side. Which reminded you of your suitcase...and that you were really going to be stuck with those two for an entire week...

Focusing, You try to swallow in your very dry mouth, your eyes blinking slowly to take on the equally as sleep deprived looking boy. His eyes a bit dark all around, hair disheveled, and there's an alarming aura around him that you couldnt say you were used to.

Was he nervous?

“Me? Tae you look like you want to get hit by a train.” you retort yawning in exhaustion “something Tells me I'm not the only one who didn't dream of pillows and sheep”. Letting your bag down from your shoulder, you wince from your tense muscles screaming in agony and a sigh could be heard from him.

“Excuse you, but I did get some sleep- at least that was before you came panicking at my door.” he denounces while creating an evil glare.

“ we only talked for an hour, don't blame your obvious insomnia for yoongi on me” you spit back and while taehyung was too busy dropping his mouth to the floor, the scarce amount of your classmates had begun to fill in including your professor.

By then, the sun was beginning to rise even further in the sky and by the looks of all the tired faces surrounding you, you could tell it was almost time to depart on the trip - aka hell. Your nerves suddenly getting the better of you, you slowly start to sink further into the troubling mess of your emotions and just as you were beginning to realize how surreal your situation was, your eyes catch a notable figure in the distance.

Silver hair shining within the powerful breeze, as a ringed hand comes up to help keep it at bay. He struts up towards the surrounding crowd of students, catching multiple glances of onlookers, but whether or not he acknowledges them through his square rimmed shades, it remains a mystery. A black leathered luggage by his side, Jimin stops his stride just a few feet away from you and tae, however his focus remains on the phone held within his other hand.

“Oh great! The ballerina's here.” taehyung cheers sarcastically, meanwhile every fiber within your body was stilled from how aware you were of his presence. Okay...so this was still just a bit harder than you’d thought it would be...you think while taking a deep breath. As much as you wanted to pretend you felt absolutely nothing for the male hovering by the both of you, you couldn't deny the quickened pace within your chest when he suddenly snaps his head in your direction.

Your gaze quickly goes elsewhere.

“Tae I don't know if I can do this...” you swallow, a hard lump coming into your throat. You think you’re going to be sick…

“Do what?” Taehyung frowns, A deep crease in his brow from your confession, however it disappears once he puts its together himself. Both of his brows now shooting up towards his hairline “You're not thinking of Failing this course are you? Y/n we’ve talked about this, you're going to be fine. I’ve told you, you can stay the night with me and yoongi if you don't want to be on your own.”.

And just like that, You cast your gaze downwards, a feeling of hopelessness washing over. You suddenly find your feet a bit too interesting “ I- I don't know…I think this might be too much Tae. I know you w-want to be alone with yoongi and I...well I’d pretty much just be cock blocking you. Plus, I just don't know if I can handle being with them the way it is-” you stutter shakily.

Stepping closer, Taehyung pulls you into an abrupt warm hug, bringing you closer until your head was resting comfortably on his firm chest “ Hey, Hey- no matter what, I’ll be glad to have you around anytime. Besides, it’s pretty bold of you to assume I wouldn’t be pounding into min yoongi, because you're in the next room- I couldn’t care less if you watched.” he pulls back to look you in your eyes, a clear look of doting support across his features.

Meanwhile you scrunch your face up in disgust “I think I’d rather hear them before I hear you- at least I won't really be able to visualize their faces.”

Tae stares at you blankly before he lifts a brow “...You’re telling me, you wouldnt want to watch me fuck someone else...me? The unbelievably hot best friend who had you shirtless the first time we met?”

You cringe again “ You seriously have to stop talking about that night...I would like to not remember getting my heart broken and then having even my current best friend reject me.” you move to step away from him and more towards the slowly growing crowd. You never liked talking about the night you met Taehyung, because in all honestly- it was probably the worst night of your life. Unfortunately, it also happened to be the night jimin and jungkook had first debuted as couple and on top of that- you really dont want to venture back into a territory where sex was possible between the both of you.

Getting closer towards the others, you feel taehyung easily catching up with your walking figure. His arm comes naturally around your shoulder like always before he speaks “ Well of course I rejected you, you were completely heartbroken like an adorable sad puppy.”

“Wow this conversation just keeps getting better and better....By the way this is doing wonders for my confidence, just thought you should know.” you mutter sarcastically while trying to shove his arm off of your shoulder. He doesnt move it, instead catching on to the hurt hidden behind your sarcasm. He then uses his arm to stop you, the pressure of it keeping you from walking any further.

He rolls his eyes “Wait, because I don't think you understand. The reason I stopped wasn't because you were just some sad random girl. Well- actually yes it was, but it was also because…” he huffs “ You were also really sweet and innocent, you didnt deserve some asshole who was going to fuck you senseless and then disappear the next day. So I stopped and when you broke down then cried, I held you, remember?” he tries to put on a smile that opposes your bitter pout.

As much as you hated to admit it, Everything he’d just said was true. Taehyung did stop that night and you knew that, because you remembered that night vividly.

The both of you bursting through some random bedroom door for privacy.

Only moments ago you’d just seen your best friend and your crush making out in back the of a graduation party together and when you confronted Jungkook about it, he’d acted as if he had no idea what you were talking about. Angry, you stormed off, tears collecting your eyes and you made your way over towards the snack table to down an entire cup of vodka.

Moments later, A firm hand suddenly sliding it’s way onto your back that makes you turn to look at the culprit. Enters Taehyung. Dark hair, boxy smile, but red sultry eyes drinking in your poor body as he pulls you closer towards him “ You look like you could use some fun, want to go upstairs?” he would breathe slowly into your ear.

You remembered sliding your eyes back towards the raven haired boy that just so happened to be watching you and Taehyung like a hawk from across the room. Your eyes just barely being able to find him through the sea of people, An emotion swirling dangerously behind them.

In a time like this, Jungkook would already be there ready to save you when needed. But with the combination of anger, the vodka, and a growing euphoria of feeling Taehyung’s hands roaming all over your waist, you were certain you wouldn't need it.

Which brings you back towards the private room. Taehyung locks the door behind him, reaching for you to slam his mouth onto yours. The kiss is sloppy, aggressive and you were loving every second of it. His teeth nipping and pulling at your delicate lips before he’s lifting you up into his arms. A soft yelp leaves your mouth and he chuckles arrogantly into the kiss while walking the both of you further in. In a flash, he has you landing on top of the small room’s bed, his own body coming to hover above yours and you relish in the feel of his hips sliding between your legs.

As if a chill comes by, you suddenly shudder under him. The heated make-out warming you up enough to definitely have your panties soaked, but for some reason...you felt cold. Taehyung continues unknown to this, laying wet kisses from your mouth and down towards your neck. His own drunken lust, blinding him from the way your arms were desperately hugging him closer to feel any kind of warmth.

It wasn't until he suddenly sat up from you. His hands reaching for the hem of your shirt to pull it above your head and have you falling down onto your back. He takes a moment to look at your half naked torso, a look of appreciation washing over his eyes as he rakes them further up to stare at you.

He-

Why were there tears in your eyes?

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Sakamaki Subaru x reader (part 2)

(H/L): hair length

(H/C): hair color

(E/C): eyes colors

(S/C): skin color

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"Ah~ I knew I shouldn't have talked to Reiji-san..." you sighed while rubbing your neck stinging with pain. You see, you had the brilliant idea to actually go to Reiji-san and tell him about your will to go back to the river. And nice as he was, he told you off by nearly drugging you with his fucking tea and harshly biting you. Thankfully, he throw you out rather quickly, telling you if you don't come back before school start he'll "punish you so hard that you won't even think to go out again". Just by thinking about his threat made you shiver down your core. "Girl, think positive, think positive, no negative thoughts or threats should ruin your little trip!"

You where walking into the forest bathed in the dim light of the greyish sky. It was in the middle of Fall so you didn't really expected a bright sun with a clear blue sky. You didn't bother changing your uniform as you where to excited and impatient to go back to your little paradise. After your first (and last) trip, you had been rather roughly punished by the Sakamaki brothers, especially the triplet who made sure to not let you step a foot outside unless it was for school. They harassed and tortured you in many ways but you still managed to survive, even you don't know how you did it but anyway... Here you were in the cold, with the wind blowing out, making your (H/C) hair flying around. You, again, forgot to bring a coat so you were just protected by your white blouse stained with, still, dripping blood from your neck, and your thin black jacket. You where sure to be sick but meh... who cares, as long as you got to see you little place.

The forest was more lively in the day: some birds where chirping while the cracking leaves under your feets where accompanying them. Some squirrels where passing there and by as you watched them searching for foods with admiration in your eyes. But you where mostly the one to make the most of the noise. Multicolored leaves upholstered the wet mud, giving the forest a warm sensation despite the cold. Some mushrooms where sticking out of the leaves but almost everything else was covered with leaves and branches, only moving when a gush of wind swirled around or when they'd stuck on your shoes. "Dang, I wish I had rubber boots" you muttered to yourself as you watched helplessly, your shoes and feets being moistened by the ground and, again, the leaves.

Finally, you arrived to your destination.

Despite feeling a little bit dizzy, you ran up to the river covered with some leaves and branches but still beautiful as ever even if the weather was greyish. Crouching and bending down a little, you saw your own reflection, it was actually a little bit worrying: your (E/C) eyes where a little bit dull and looked quiet tired, your dark circles where a little bit too much obvious, your skin looked quiet pale, even grey, and you poor lips where quite cracked and colourless. Yeah... It wasn't quiet looking good. "... I really should take care of myself more..." You tried to really take care of yourself but it was so difficult because of these blood sucker always chasing you, teasing you, torturing you... Even sleeping became impossible!

Lost on your thoughts, you didn't noticed the shadow getting closer and closer to you. It's only when it reflected on the floor that you took conscious that something or someone was behind you... The old ugly feeling of panic came up at once, you felt cold sweat running down on your body as you breath started started to sped up," Oh God please, not Laito! I don't want him to soil this place..." you mentally prayed.

If you directly thought of him it was because of his clingy behaviour. Of course, Laito is known for his insatiable lust but lately it got worst and you saw... You saw, while riding back in the limousine from school, his dangerous green eyes on you (more like on your thights), his tongue licking up his lips in a flirtatious way, his hands tightly gripping the car's seats while surely having strong naughty thoughts. Even Reiji told him to calm down which made you relieved, not supporting his gaze anymore. And this is why you where panicking. You could almost hear his high lusty chuckle but you refused to see what (who) was behind you, sternly focusing on the river. You waited... and waited... and waited... but nothing came. "Ok, this must be a jock again... but may-"

You jumped a little when you felt something nudging you, wait...

Nudging ?

Finally turning around, you felt relief washing you as you saw who it was.

It was the same deer that scared you last time. "Ah~ Seriously it's the second time that you scare me" you said with amusement. You where still on your guard but you let yourself breath out properly, not feeling how much of breath you held in you from your previous scare. Facing again the river, you took a deep breath of the wet wood and maroons smell. Hearing the deer moving, you turned your head to see the brown fur animal sitting down in a graceful and majestic way.

Slowly getting up to not startle him, you took off your black socks and dirty brown shoes and gently placed them on the ground, no need to make them dirtier or you'll hear from mama Reiji. You calmly went into the cold water. Despite the temperature, the icy water didn't seem to bother you though branches kept bumping into your legs. You were looking at your (S/C) legs, they were a little bit dry because of the soon to be winter season but they still stayed smooth. Strangely, they where no fish, only a few tadpoles but you didn't think much of it as your attention drifted to Subaru... Again.

Since your last encounter with him, you thought of every possible scenario to talk to him or to make him open up but they all failed since you didn't know well how it'll end knowing his character. Unfortunately, as much you wanted you couldn't imagine the white-haired boy out of character and by this you meant: a cute baby Subaru blushing while angrily yelling at you to "shut up!" and then spilling out his surprising feelings for you and then slamming his lips on your, destroying your poor teeth.

No you just couldn't imagine this...

Feeling your legs getting numb, you decided that it was time to get out of the water, no point to put back your socks since your legs were wet. Instead, you just went beside the deer, feeling the lack of sleep catching you. Slowly you lay down, not caring about your hair getting dirty. Maybe you felt safe, maybe you felt protected by the brown fur animal maybe that why your eyes didn't hesitate to close by themselves. Not thinking about anything, you fell into a deep slumber.

"...e up" a voice said

Hm?

"...ke up!" Yelled an angry voice

Strange... I feel like it's Subaru talking to me..."

"Fucking hell! Wake up goddamnit!"

Your eyes immediately fluttered open. Slowly rising up in a sitting position, you tried to remember where you were. Still dazed with sleep, it took you a minute or two to remember that you were in the forest. Wait...what time is it ?! Looking at the sky, you saw that night has fallen. "Shot! I'm so screwed..." you mentally cursed yourself for carelessly falling asleep here.

"Shut your stupid nonsense anger get your ass up! We're already late because of you" you looked at the voice owner, it was indeed an annoyed-looking Subaru that greeted your view. "The fuck you where thinking falling asleep here alone? Do you have this much of a death wish?" He spatted in a venomous tone. "I wasn't al- " oh... the deer left you all alone again... "Oh just shut it and get your clothes on! "

Not wanting to make him angrier, you hurriedly put back your black socks and your brown shoes. Since the wind was gushing out, you put back your blazer, no need to catch a cold right now. Looking back to where he was, you saw that Subaru went ahead of you." Well, what a gentleman...". You took one last sight of the river and the beautiful reflection of the moon on it. You tried to memorize as much as you could since you, unfortunately, didn't know when you'll come back. One thing was sure, it wasn't going to be soon...

You were walking in the now quiet forest, only the locusts's sounds and the crackling leaves could be heard. Subaru was still walking really fast as you tried to match his pace but it was difficult, so you were kind of left behind.

Right now you were asking yourself if you should try to talk to him about something because you felt uncomfortable from the silence here. It was the kind of silence filled with discomfort and uneasiness making you want to talk about everything and anything just to not support this atmosphere. But what will be the subject? As far as you know, Subaru only liked flowers - even though he destroyed them sometime- but you didn't know a thing about them. You didn't know what he likes to do in his free time if he has a favorite kind of music or something else. Heck, you didn't know if he even has a favorite kind of food. You did notice he is a sadistic -like his brothers- but Subaru could be quiet...extreme. So yeah, you where quiet lost about how to start a discussion with the angry boy. "Silly me! I could at least ask him how is he tonight." Filled with determination, you started to open your mouth when he cut you right off. "Don't you dare to ask anything about me." His voice was low and came out as a growl but it did give you the chill. You just looked at him, he didn't turn around so you were still facing his back. Maybe it's why you had the courage to talk again. "Still, I'm going to ask you, so how are you doing?" Your voice was a little bit cracked from the lack of water but it was filled with gentleness and determination.

Silence...

Abruptly, everything went quiet.

"Why does it happen when I try to help the world!?" Your determination started to falter as the silence only continued for a minute or two before Subaru turned around to face you. His face was devoided of emotions, it was a little bit disturbing since you expected an outburst of anger from him. But then he spoke. "What don't you understand that you piss me off with this fucking attitude of yours and your useless attempts to get me in your bed? What? Did you really thought that once I've told how I feel, I'll run up into your arms and cry like a goddamn baby!" As he spoke his expression has changed to become an enraged one, filled with anger and fury. He didn't even let you talk as he continued. "You really think that I'll fall into this trap of yours? You've been a whore for my brothers and just like idiots they stuck to you but what made you think I'm like them? You're just like other women, using us for your personal needs and then throwing us away like fucking trash! So let me give you one fucking last warning..." his voice became low almost like the growl from a predator "Ask me one more thing, bother me one more time and I won't hesitate to kill you."

Right now, you where shocked, heck, beyond shocked. What he said was way to insulting!

First, he literally insulted you of whore, then he compares you to an apparently bad kind of woman and then tells you the you where annoying. But his outburst did help you to understand one thing, he has a grudge against the womankind. He lowly spoke of them so maybe something bad happened to him in his childhood or even now?

"Quick! I need to say something, this may be my chance to understand him more. " but as much as you wanted to speak, your brain seemed to have frozen. Not a word wanted to roll out of your tongue as you opened and closed your mouth several times, trying to form a sentence. "Great now I must look like a fish... but why can't I think of anything! I've had some scenario prepared in advance for this kind of situation, so why can't I talk?!" You cringed at yourself at this moment right now, you where embarrassing yourself in front of the angry vampire and you seemed to have frozen yourself in time as if you couldn't move.

Subaru watched the strange girl who looked quite shady.

Or maybe constipated...

He was mad right now but he was trying to not throw an outburst at (Y/N) 'cause he didn't need another hearing of the so claimed "scientist". Was she stupid or something? He did everything to stop the (H/C) girl coming near him, and by everything, he also meant mean and sadistic things, but she kept coming back like a bee for its honey.

How can she do it? Where does she find the fucking strength to get back up and to fight him and his brothers? She should be dead, heck even smashed and broken to piece since death seems to simple for her but here she was, looking like a sick fish but alive, the white-haired boy could even spot some life in her dull (E/C). It wasn't fucking fair! She was a mere human and he was beyond powerful: he was above the poor humankind. He possessed everything as vampire, powers, supernatural abilities he even has royal blood from his filthy father! So why does he feel weak, why is he even weak? A simpleton like you could fight and get up after every wound you received but not him?! How is this possible! Subaru didn't understand.

As if the weather was listening to the vampire emotions, the wind started to gush more violently than before making every tree move, the multicolored leaves and muddy branches went flying away. The moon's silvery light cast itself on where the two protagonists where standing making it the only visible light out here but the two of them seem to not care as they were lost in their own thoughts.

Unfortunately, Subaru's anger didn't seem to calm down as he keeps watching you, on the contrary, it rose more up as he saw you opening your mouth, ready to spit nonsense again. So, he took a swing with his tight fist and directed towards you.

You didn't see it coming. You only felt the wind's strong movement beside your head. You only felt pieces of woods collide on your skin. But damn...You really didn't expected a fucking punch! You eyes where so wide that they could have budged out of your eyes sockets. His tightened fist was still in the tree behind you. He was looking quiet mad as he watched you with a renewed fury, much stronger than before and to be honest... You where starting to get scared. It was comprehensible after all, you where in a quiet dense situation: all alone with a mad vampire in a dark forest devoided of all form of life, as if everything abandoned you to left you on your own. You couldn't move a finger, your body weighted like a big rock and your mouth had gone dry, your felt like your tongue was glued to your palate making it difficult to utter a word.

You didn't felt yourself breathing, strangely your lungs felt tight as a vice. Oh... Maybe it was because Subaru was tightly pressuring your neck. In your fear you didn't saw his other hand coming towards you and choking you but he didn't try to choke you to death, no, he only applied a painful strength on your neck making you wince pain. Was he torturing you here, in the forest, where no one will hear or find you if you needed help ?

He only kept pressuring your neck further and further to the point that you started to see black dots in your blurry vision. You didn't understand, why can't your hands move, why can't you stop him from almost killing you ?!

You where slowly becoming deaf to all sound, your head started to spin as your vision only darkened but you still managed to hear the vampire's shouting. "I fucking hate you! Why can't you stop messing my head with your stupid words. I already told, I won't fucking fall for your dirty trick so shut up already!" Loosening his grip on your neck, he threw you on the wet floor. You started to violently cough while trying to somewhat regain your unsteady breath.

You looked up at him seeing the mad vampire looking at you with deep hatred. You didn't how, but his deep ruby eyes seemed to be glowing in the dark but even weirder, you found them beautiful. How the heck can you think about his eyes in this situation?! "Get a grip girl, try to get up and keep some distance between you two" with this thought, you tried to get up but your legs wouldn't listen, they felt like jelly and your still dizzy from the lack of breath.

Out of nowhere, you found yourself caged by Subaru who ,you don't know why, was above you. Gathering tha last bit of determination and courage left in you you spoke."What do you really want Subaru?" Your voice faltered as you talked but it wasn't filled with anger. You did understand the havoc caused in his mind but you needed him to understand that breaking walls and being angered by everything weren't the answer to everything. Of course you where scared, scared to die by the hands of the vampire, scared to loose all your efforts in a single night however you still had this bit of determination left in you. The white haired boy only looked at you, he almost seemed lost on thoughts, maybe he was thinking of a way to kill you! But no... unexpectedly, Subaru put his head closer to yours and only whispered these word before doing the unbelievable "Stop trying to help me and give yourself into the pleasure to being destroyed by me."

You felt his silky yet chapped lips on your dry one, kissing you forcefully. It wasn't filled with love nor passion, only with anger, an unnamed lust, and confusion. You didn't know how you managed to put names on these emotions as your breath was again being taken away from you but thankfully, or maybe not, you felt Subaru's lips parting away from yours. Your cheeks were red from the effort and embarrassment. How could he kiss you out of nowhere?! You didn't even have the time to think about it that you, again, felt his lips on you but this time on your already bruised neck "Tch... which bastard touched your blood again! Do they even have a brain?"

You felt him licking up your wound but you knew what was coming. No matter how many the vampires do this, you would never get used to them licking you like this, it always made you shiver in disgust but this time you felt something else, something new. Was it because of your tired state or because of Subaru? You'll never new... you felt him grazing your neck with his fangs before roughly plunging them in your neck. A cry escaped from your mouth, your eyes were tightly shut. You felt the pain growing larger and larger as gulping sounds where heard. It was so painful, more than usual. Was it his punishment for caring too much? You didn't understand anything.

Subaru was still drinking your blood while tightly gripping your shoulders. He expected you to cry, scream in pain, squirm like a pathetic worm but no you did nothing. You did nothing at all. Taking off violently his fangs from you, he throws you a glare "Why aren't you reacting? Entertain me, give me some thrill you useless mortal!" He shouted at you with a mad smile. Blood was dripping from his mouth, his eyes were wide and concealed excitement but to you it was craziness. But strangely, you found him more handsome than ever

Maybe you were the weird one here, liking and finding a bloodthirsty vampire beautiful. You were feeling light-headed, your vision was starting to falter again but you still managed to talk with a determined voice " I won't... I won't give you this satisfaction. I will give you reactions if you let me help you-" Subaru's hand found once again his way to your neck but he didn't apply pressure. " Why... Why do you stay close to me? Don't you see what am I? I almost killed you, if I want right now I could drink all of your fool tasting blood and live you to rot in this place so tell me, are you out of your fucking mind? " His ruby eyes where still wide but the excitement was gone, it had been replaced with confusion and bewilderment toward you.

"I already told you, and I'll still repeat it, I want to help you because to me you're someone important and special. I don't know if it's love but I do feel right when I'm beside you but I don't support the fact that you aren't feeling right at all, it's just isn't fair! So please let me just help and love you" you continued on, letting your thoughts coming out of your chest, " I hate how you and your brothers treat me and surely treated the other bride, I hate how you don't respect me, how you insult and treat me like garbage and how I'm nothing to you but a bag of blood but I understand why you all act this way. I know that you all didn't have a good childhood, heck, even a good family, but it does mean that you need to stay like this forever! So please, please, let me at least show you the good side of life."

You knew that your plea won't have much effect on your dear vampire but at least, you tried. Somehow, you knew that you'll need to sacrifice something much bigger than your will to make him listen but what do you have to lose in your life? You prefer to be with him forever than being alone in a world filled with mad people and lusty bloodsuckers.

Subaru wasn't moving so you slowly snuck up your arms and gently placed them behind his neck. You tried to give him the feeling of a warm hug, the kind that you'll want after a hard day or after working too much. You felt his head slowly resting on your shoulders. Not a sound was coming from both of you. Only the forest seemed to come back to life, wind was slowly swirling, leaves were dancing on the floor, insects were playing their music but the two of you stayed quiet for a moment before Subaru spoke, "If I trust you, will you give yourself to me, will you give me your whole existence?" His voice was still harsh but filled with calmness.

You pondered over his question.

Where you really ready to entrust your entire self to him?

"I just want to be with you" your voice was speaking your mind, you were set to help him and love him but you were sure that you won't give your whole existence, you needed some sanity to save him from the madness of his life.

Subaru pushed you back again on the floor, more carefully this time, and looked at you with a demented passion burning in his eyes, "Then prepare yourself to breakdown, cry and hate me because I won't go easy on you. I'll break you down so much that you'll regret begging me to help me. (Y/N)... you will be stuck with me forever into an eternal dream, Hell or Heaven, it's up to you. "

You only smiled, opening your arms to him. He only went down for your lips, kissing you violently with a mad passion.

This night, you gave your entire mind and body to him as he did the same. You saw and engraved these memories inside of you, never wanting to forget them even after death.

Yes, maybe it was absurd and foolish to want to love him. And yes, maybe you were a fool, but you loved every bit of it. You knew that he'll only make you fall deeper and deeper into the pleasure of his madness but you didn't mind, as long that you could save him from himself.

And after a month, it's finally done ☻☻.Hope you all enjoyed it and I don't know what I'll write next but we'll see.

Neutralish

#subaru x reader #Sakamaki Subaru #x reader #diabolik lovers #two shot

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americanroyalty-phff · 4 years

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Chapter 9 - Let’s Settle

After being contacted more than a few times by Jesse and then both of our lawyers separately, I had to fly out to California to get this all settled and done with. I had flown almost straight from England to California. The tiniest layover in New York and I was lucky I had enough time to get an outfit good enough to wear to a lawyer appointment.

I knew that Jesse was the breadwinner among the two of us and I knew that when we divorced. But that was never my main concern. I wanted to be married to Jesse. That's all I wanted and when he couldn't do that, I didn't want a single thing.

Harry says I should let him give me the money for what he’s done. But I don't feel right about that. I will eventually have to settle on an amount with Jesse. He seems pretty adamant about it.

This meeting would bring up some old feelings I have for him. Feelings you have when you marry someone don't just go away when they decide you’re getting a divorce.

After our divorce, I got out of California as quick as I could. I signed the papers that day in the café and packed my stuff while he was at work the rest of the day. I went back home to Boston and crashed at my mom’s house for a few days while I was getting a place to live in in the city. Most of that time at my mom’s house was spent crying, but I wasn’t going to let Jesse know that.

But I know I couldn't run forever from this. I knew we would have to split our assets. But I just wanted to avoid it as long as I could.

Avoiding my problems was something I was good at. In this case, I was avoiding ending my divorce. While the divorce was finalized and Jesse and I were legally divorced, there was still fallout to deal with. Who gets the big things like the house, the cars, so on and so forth. While I had moved with all of my things, legally there were still things we had to do. We also had to figure out the alimony/spousal support and switching documents, etc.

Truth be told, I actually do not need a single dime of his. While I may not be at the highest paying job compared to him, I made a good living and its not like I didn't come from money. Jesse and I both knew that, but to the legal system that didn't matter.

I was mad I was even here. Seeing Jesse for the first time since signing our divorce papers would be hard. I think about it all the time, but I loved Jesse. The man I have been since I was 19. That's 11 years of my life. That's not something I could just forget about. We had went through so much together. We’ve been through the lowest of lows together. But when something certain happened to us, I don't think it was ever the same. Nothing has been the same since the unfortunate event, as I called it, happened. We grew farther and farther apart and we couldn't come back from it.

I shook those thoughts from my head as I stood in the mirror. I smoothed my dress and forced a smile. It didn't come easy to my face, so I thought of Harry. He always makes me smile. I'm so happy he’s in my life.

I wanted to be with Harry. He loved me in a way I didn't know I could be loved. Unconditionally.

But I cant focus on Harry or my past with Jesse right now. I have to get through this appointment then I can go back to my life.

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I took an Uber from my hotel to the lawyer’s office. We were meeting at Jesse’s lawyer since he was the one trying to get all this settled and done with.

As I'm getting out of the car and thanking the driver, I notice a few men across the street with cameras hanging around their necks and their eyes were fixed on me.

When I shut the car door and it drove off, I made direct eye contact with them and let my face settle into a resting b**** face.

They picked up their cameras and started snapping pictures, of course. I turned on my heel and walked to the door of the office, rolling my eyes as I went. The press comes with the territory of being with Harry and used to be with Jesse.

I walked in the door and saw my lawyer, Joseph Yang, standing in the waiting room on his phone.

“Ms. Kennedy, you’re here! How’re you?” he said as he pocketed his phone and picked up his briefcase.

“Oh, just fabulous. How’re you?” I replied as he shook my hand.

“Ready to get your case sorted. I worked as hard as i could to get things done to how you want them done. Hopefully you can get out of this very quick.”

“Thank you so much. I just want this over with.” I sighed.

“I understand. One last thing. Mr. Williams and his attorney would like to record this appointment so everything can be transcribed and on the record and nothing can be changed.” he explained.

This felt like a punch in the gut.

“What? That cant be legal?!” I exclaimed.

“Unfortunately, he has the right to do so. It can be a good thing in a lot of settlements so no one will go back on their word and the papers that are drawn up after are final.”

“Well, I guess if he wants to be this way then yes, we can record this meeting. I have some things to say that i believe should be on record.” I shook my head.

Does he think I would ever go back on my word about these things? If we were deciding to sell our house and cars, I want these things to be done. I honestly don't want anything to do with him. I felt sick to my stomach.

Joseph and I made small talk for a few minutes until the door opened and Jesse came in.

He looked different. He had this permanent scowl settled on his face and he seemed a lot more intimidating than I remembered.

“Sorry, got stuck in traffic.” he said lowly.

I looked down at the floor and focused on my shoes.

“Well, we are all here. Let’s begin.” Joseph said.

I followed Joseph into a room with a conference table where Jesse’s lawyer sat. Jesse was right behind me.

We sat down on opposite sides of the table and I finally looked him in the eye. It seems as if there was almost a hint of remorse in his eyes. I looked down to my lap.

His lawyer put down a tape recorder on the table and began speaking.

“So to start off here, we must figure out the alimony. As I have reviewed both of your finances, there will be no alimony given to you Ms. Kennedy.” His lawyer said.

“Good. Didn't want it in the first place.” I spoke.

“Now, lets move onto some bigger things. The house. Who wants it?” his lawyer asked.

“I definitely do not. I have a home in New York. He can have whatever he likes.”

“I’m actually selling it and have a buyer interested. I want to split the money from it with you.” Jesse finally said something.

“Okay. That’s fine. Get me the deed to sign over to them and I will have Beau sign them. You can then mail her a check.” Joseph said.

Jesse nodded his head.

We continued back and forth like this until we had reached he end. We were splitting any earnings from things we were selling equally.

We were selling the house and two of our three cars.

After signing all the paperwork I came here to sign I pushed it forward.

“There you go.” I looked to his attorney.

“Thank you, Ms. Kennedy.” he picked up the papers. I’ll make copies of these and you can go.”

I nodded and he walked out of the room. My lawyer was concentrated on his phone as we were no longer doing business.

“I just want to say, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how all this played out. I never wanted to come across as as cold as I probably did.” Jesse apologized.

“Thank you. But the way you handed me a divorce was cruel. And you know it.” I finally spoke to him.

“I’m not the one already in another relationship.”

“Don't you dare talk about him. This isn't about him. Not one bit.” I scoffed.

“You’re the reason this happened.”

That cut me to my core.

“That's low. Even for you. You know what I went through. And you just stood there and watched.” I stood up and gathered my things.

“Do you not think it hurt me too? I was dying inside.” his voice got louder.

I took a deep breath before I officially lost my cool.

“Well you think about how much you were hurting. And then you multiply that by a hundred.”

“Send Harry my regards.” he waved me off.

“Don't worry. I will. At least what I have with him is something that could last a lifetime. We couldn't have lasted another year.”

“Alright well you go get hitched to your prince and I’ll enjoy my freedom from you.”

I chuckle to myself. I knew he was going to get this petty. He always did.

“Maybe I will. At least he treats me how I should be treated. Doesn't try and force me to become something I'm not.”

“We wanted the same things. You cant pin that on me.”

“No. But I can pin you throwing me away like a piece of trash on you.” I got my folder of copies from his lawyer who was just standing in the doorway.

“Thank you both for getting this settled. Have a good day.” I said to the lawyers and walked out of the room.

I felt like my entire body was on fire. I just had to get outside and i could walk back to my hotel. I needed the walk there to breathe.

I got a few steps down the sidewalk before Jesse caught up to me.

“Beau. I’m trying to be civil.” he said.

I didn’t turn around or stop.

“Beau please. I said things that are very out of line and I want to apologize.”

I stopped and turned around.

“I’m sorry. Truly. For everything. We were just on different paths. But I know you are going to do well in whatever you do. You always have. And tell Harry I'm sorry too. He didn't seem like my biggest fan when he answered your phone.”

“He’s not. He’s really protective of me.” I said. “He’s just being a good boyfriend.”

“He’s your boyfriend?” he asked.

“Not that its your business but yes. He is.”

“Are you going to go the distance with him? Do the whole Kate Middleton thing?”

“I don't know. But what I do know is that I love him and he loves me and that's all that matters.”

“I’m happy for you. Truly.” he said. “When did it become official?”

“Well, no one besides him and I plus his brother and sister-in-law know. But he asked me last time I was at his house.”

“I hope we can be friends again, Beau.” Jesse said.

“I hope so too. But I think right now we shouldn't be in contact. We just need to grow by ourselves.”

“Agreed. I’m glad we talked.”

“Me too. I’ll see you around.” I waved and went back to walking.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted another gaggle of paps. I knew this wasn't good.

I felt a storm brewing in the media.

I tried to shake off the feeling as I walked back to my hotel but I couldn't help but feel something bad was looming.

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ghost-nabbers-imagines · 5 years

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👶 The baby is mine isnt it? Larry x reader

Ok so two things about this request. One, this is Larry's I have one started for Sal but really wanted to get this one up And two, a trigger warning is in effect. And in both instances the husband or boyfriend is an asshole who does not treat you well but it's going to be bad in Sal's.

Larry

I never meant to be the kinda guy who slept with another man's girlfriend. People who cheated on their partners were assholes and I wasn't like that. However, Sebastian was worse than any other asshole I've ever met. I've always thought he treated (Y/n) terribly and that she deserved better. I mean the guy treated her like shit, he was constantly poking fun at her, and making her feel bad about herself.

The day the affair happened she showed up at my door crying about how he had apparently cheated on her with a friend of his. We spent the night at my place hanging out like always except we got a bit too drunk and ended up having sex. It was the best sex I'd ever had with anyone and I knew that my love for her was genuine. I thought she felt the same way about me, I thought she would leave him and finally be mine. But I was so wrong.

She all but promised me she was leaving him that they were done. She told me she was leaving him for good this time, but a month later they were back together and she was avoiding me all together. I noticed she was different after that, more closed off, distant, almost scared. It was two months after that Ashley informed us that (Y/n) was pregnant. The news broke my heart and shocked me to my core.

It took me two weeks to get fed up with my feelings and to tell myself I had to to confront her about it. Pulling my hood up over my messy brown hair I trudged down the snow covered pavement. My hands were trembling and my mouth was dry, not because of the weather but from nerves to how she'd be towards me. Had I become a dirty secret that she wanted to hide away? Did she lie when she said she'd always felt that way?

As I knocked on her door a million ways this could go wrong flashed through my head. 'Shes pregnant with his baby what are you doing here?' My head practically screamed at me. Before I could turn and run the lock clicked and the door opened. (Y/n) peaked her head through the door her eyes widening when she saw me. She stepped out into the hallway closing the door.

"Hey Larry."

"Hey really that's all you have to say?"

"I'm sorry I know this is hard to understand right now but please try and believe me I'm doing what's best."

"I thought you were leaving him but now all of a sudden your pregnant?"

"Larry I wanted to leave I did but the baby changed things."

"Did you know you were pregnant when we slept together?"

"N-no I swear I-"

"And what about how much we drank that night? Did you tell the doctor you had gotten drunk within the first month?"

"Larry-"

"No please explain to me how you could be so damn careless. Not just to me but to the baby. And with everything you've told me about that jackass how could you want to raise a kid with him? Do you seriously think he'll get any better? For fucks sake (Y/n) are you really gonna let him treat your kid that bad?"

I truly didn't want to be yelling at her but I couldn't help it I was angry and hurt. Silent tears were cascading down her cheeks falling to the floor. Part of me wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her and stop her tears but the other part of me was focused on the pain in my chest. She didn't bother to wipe her tears away till the door clicked open again. Sebastian stepped out a frown already plastered on his face.

He glared at me in a way animals look at their rivals. It took every ounce of strength I had to not pounce on him, however whether I liked it or not he was still the father of her child. She would need him and that almost angered me even more. "What's going on here?" He asked putting his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders making her flinch. I clenched my jaw shut balling my hands up into fists in my hoodie pockets.

"Nothing. I was just leaving." I scoffed turning to leave. "Wait Larry please." (Y/n) pleaded in a broken voice making me stop in my tracks. "Yeah. Larry (Y/n) hasn't told you the good news yet." He said in an odd voice. I turned to face the two, (Y/n) was looking away fresh tears pooling in her eyes. He had a boastful smile as he lifted up her left hand revealing a small diamond ring.

I like a sharp knife had pierced right into my heart at the sight. (Y/n) couldn't face me but she had tears falling down her face again. "We're engaged. Right after graduation we're getting married and then moving to Santa Fe with my mom." He informed me. "Congrats. You deserve each other really." I spat turning to leave their building. I felt numb but also broken as I made my way home.

What was the point of any of this any more? The girl I'd been in love with since fifth grade was pregnant and engaged to another man. I had truly lost her for good. I hated thinking I had become just another regret to her. Our drunken one night stand was nothing but that to her while I had hoped it would be the first of many times I'd get to be intimate with the girl i loved.

With slumped shoulders and silent tears I made my way into the apartments. Sal would be with Ashley so I knew I could get what I needed from his apartment. I grabbed the bottle of pills petting Gizmo on my way out. Next I went out to the treehouse turning on some of my favorite music taking a seat in a bean bag chair. I sat pondering the whole situation while staring at the bottle of pills now sitting on my shelf.

"She chose him over you." The voice in my head whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to focus on the lyrics and drown out the voice. "They're going to get married, and have their baby and you'll just be a bad memory she wants to forget." The voice continued. I cranked up the music louder pressing my hands to my ears but it was no use. The voice was in my head, and unfortunately it was right.

Finally giving in I quickly scratched a note for mom and Sal. Once it was finished I began taking the pills followed by a swig of Fireball I kept up in my treehouse. I didn't cry or feel angry it was like something inside me was urging me to continue to take the pills. I made sure to include an apology about taking the pills to Sal in my note. Pretty soon there was only a small amount of pills left and I was feeling almost relieved.

As I took the last pill I leaned back in my beanbag chair my eyes landing on a Polaroid of (Y/n) and I. It had been taken by Sal just two weeks before the affair. Despite the drowsiness overwhelming me I picked up the picture a sad weak smile on my face. (Y/n) had a really bad day at school between Sebastian being a dick and apparently having her period, she ended up borrowing my jacket so she could tie her jacket around her waist. That's when it clicked in my head.

I tried to do the math in my head but I was slipping into unconsciousness quicker than I could add. The world began to get darker and darker. The last thing I saw before I passed out was (Y/n)'s beautiful face. I felt like such an idiot. Now both my girl and my baby would be stuck with that monster.

The next thing I knew I was standing across from my own corpse. "No! No I take it back! I'm not ready! I don't want to die!" I screamed at my slumped over body. Black opaque tears began to fall from my eyes never landing on the floor but disappearing mid air. "No you asshole! The babys yours! Wakeup and go save them before it's too late!" I yelled at my corpse. It was too late, I'd truly lost them both for good now because of my issues.

"Larry dear dinner is ready!" I heard my mom call from the ground. My poor mom would he the one to find me rather than Sal or anyone else. I felt even guiltier for leaving my mom alone. First my dad disappears on her now I kill myself? I felt selfish for leaving so may people behind.

"I'm so sorry mom." I whispered unmaterializing so she wouldnt see me. I stood there and listened as she called me once more still not getting any response. She began climbing the treehouse ladder mumbling something if I was asleep up here in this weather she'd kick my ass. My ghostly tears quickened hearing my mom's voice. When she reached the top of she immediately noticed the bottles and my body.

"Oh no oh god! Larry!" She screamed tears falling down her face. She kneeled next to my body her hand reaching up to feel my forehead. I could practically still feel her warmth but she felt how cold my body was. "Someone help! Please oh god be ok Lar Bear!" She screamed through sobs. She turned me on my side trying to get me to vomit.

Henry came running out to the bottom of the treehouse. "Lisa what is it what's wrong?" He asked in the same panicked voice Sal has sometimes. My mom tried and failed getting me to throw up the pills. "Call 911 Henry hurry!" She sobbed. Henry shakily pulled out his phone and ordered for an ambulance to come quickly before joining my mom in the treehouse.

"Oh no Larry." He said in a saddened voice as he knelt down next to mom who was cradling my head in her lap sobbing and taking her fingers through my hair. "My poor Lar bear." She choked out. I kneeled next to them placing my hand on my mom's shoulder making her turn and face where I was confused. I knew she wasnt ready to see me yet but I kept my hand there till the sirens came.

I watched from the treehouse as the loaded my body into a bag and into an ambulance. My mom and Henry went with a couple officers leaving me alone. After rematerializing I debated going into the actual apartments and talking to Megan but before I could I heard someone shouting my name. "Larry? Larry! Did you think that was funny? Because it was a really sick fucking joke." Sal's shaky voice yelled. I looked down to see him climbing up the treehouse.

Taking a deep breath I stood back preparing to deal with a very hurt best friend. When he got up to the treehouse he was shaking and had clearly been crying before. His eyes wondered up and down my ghost form seeing that it was in fact not a joke. "No. Not you. How could do this? How could you leave?" He said through a sob. "I'm sorry Sally Face. I left you and my mom a note. I went to see (y/n) today and Sebastian said they were getting married and moving so I lost it. I felt broken so I came back here to do this." I explained.

He shook his head sadly using his sleeve to wipe under the prosthetic. "I'm sorry Sal the voices got to me. By the time I realized the truth it was too late." I said apologizing. "Realized what truth?" He asked confused. "I found that picture the one you took remember?" I explained pointing towards the picture.

Despite being hurt and angry he leaned down grabbing the Polaroid. "Yeah that's the day you spent like all night cheering up (Y/n) and making her smile as much as you possibly could." He said confused as to why this was important. "Do you remember why I had to give (Y/n) my hoodie even though she's got a flannel around her waist?" I asked pointing to her in the picture. Sal went to speak but before he did his eyes got wide and he looked up to me.

"Oh my god dude!" He yelled shocked. "I know. I'm an asshole and now I'm no better than my dad." I said sadly. For along time I had a constant battle in my head about why my dad had left and why he didnt want me. Now here I was abandoning my baby and (Y/n). It made me hate myself even more to think about.

"But Larry you have to stop her from going!"

"How the hell do I do that when I'm stuck here? Not to mention, what would I say 'oh hey i know I'm dead and all but since you're pregnant with my baby you should stay in town and not marry that fuck head of a boyfriend of yours."

"You have to do something Larry. I mean she can actually see you and the baby will able to too."

"You're right as always little dude. Just hopefully she'll come over here after I was so horrible."

Not even minutes later we could here someone calling for both Sal and I. The voice was sad and scared but i recognized it immediately. "Go ahead hide for a second I'll try to break it to her." Sal said. I nodded unmaterializing as Sal and I made our way down from the treehouse it seemed like I could only go as far as the ground underneath the treehouse. The sight of (Y/n) almost hurt worse than that of my mom.

Her eyes were red and puffy and she had tear streaks down her slightly pink cheeks. She had a hand on her stomach the other clutching the necklace that had been a birthday present from me. I'd recognize the guitar pick anywhere it had been one I'd gotten at a Santiy's fall concert that she'd been to sick to go to. "Tell me it's not true Sal. Tell me it wasnt him." She pleaded crying. Sal pulled off his mask before comfortingly grabbing one of her hands.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). But you should know he loved you so much." Sal said as she gradually lost it more at his words. She began shaking her head her other hand covering her mouth. "No! No no it's not true it's not true!" She cried out sinking to the ground. My heart ached and screamed for me to hold her but I knew I couldn't yet. Sal crouched down next to her placing a gentle hand on her back.

"(Y/n) do you remember what Larry and I told you about this place. About how we showed you Megan?" He asked trying to ease her into the subject. She looked up sniffling thinking for a brief minute. "About the ghosts? I thought we made all that stuff up." She said tears still falling down her precious face. Sal shook his head before answering "it was all real Megan was real. If you die in this building you stay here. Larry is still here." He told her. She let out another small sob.

"Where is he?" She asked looking towards the treehouse. I took a deep breath and materialized making her eyes widen in shock and she stood up quickly. "I'll give you some time alone." Sal said excusing himself. I turned my stare to the ground I couldn't look at her knowing what I had done. "Oh Larry. I'm so sorry this is all my fault." She said sadly. I finally looked up at her meeting her sad eyes.

"No I'm sorry. I was an asshole. A jealous fucking asshole and I'm so sorry."

"Larry theres something you should know. About-"

"The babys mine isnt it?"

She nodded and I felt myself begin to weep again. I fell to my knees the pain of this whole situation hitting me again. She moved in front of me and I wrapped my arms around her waist letting my head barely lean against her stomach. Her arms hovering around my neck. I sobbed into her stomach till I felt something gently nudge my cheek.

I looked up to face (Y/n) confused but she gave me a weak smile moving my hand to her stomach placing hers next to mine. "She's kicking." She whispered. Sure enough I felt the smallest little nudge once again. My face broke out into a grin. "She? I have a daughter?" I asked happily. She nodded giggling "Yes Larry we're gonna have a little girl."

My grin only got bigger as I stood up pulling her into as much of a hug as I could manage. "I fucking love you (y/n). I know i can't really be what you need considering I'm a ghost but I want to be a part of your life and our little girl's life." I told her pulling away from the hug but continuing to hold her hands. When I looked down I saw her hand no longer had a ring. "I want that too bear. I told Sebastian earlier it was over. That I wanted to be with my baby's actual father. He yelled and threatened me but I had already packed up my stuff and left. I was heading here when the ambulances passed me. I asked someone out front and they told me the young stoner Overdosed in the treehouse." She said frowning. "I'll have Sal fix my note to mom so she knows about you." I told her knowing despite my moms broken heart she would love to take care of her grandbaby and sort of daughter in law.

"Does Lisa know about any of this? Or about you still being here?" She asked. "No I haven't talked to her about it yet. She asked why you weren't coming over anymore I just told her you were back with him. And I dont think shes ready to see me just yet." I explained making her nod her head. Sal came back out his prosthetic back on but I could tell he too had been crying. "Hey Sal can you grab my note from the treehouse I need to have you change something." I asked smiling at my best friend. He smiled back climbing the treehouse before returning with the note and a pen.

"Tell my mom what happened, that I thought I was losing them both and how much I really longed for (y/n) to be mine and the baby to be mine. And add that Henry was the best step dad I could have asked for." I told him. He scribbled everything down as close to my handwriting as he could get before folding the note back up. "(Y/n) you can stay with me tonight if you'd like and go to Lisa's tomorrow." Sal told (Y/n). She turned back towards me smiling softly. "I'd ask to stay in the treehouse with you but I take it you won't want me climbing up there and everything. I laughed shaking my head. "I'll be watching over you dont worry." I promised.

~your pov~

The next morning I made my way down to Lisa's apartment with a lasagna I had picked up the stuff to have Sal help with. From the outside of the door I could hear Lisa's soft crying coming from inside. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door. After a couple minutes the door opened to reveal Henry. "You hang out with the boys, (Y/n) right?" He asked observing my growing belly. I forced myself to nod with a smile before answering "Yeah Hi Mr. Fisher. I wanted to bring this by for Lisa."

A moment later Lisa appeared next to Henry. "(Y/n) sweetheart come in." She sniffled offering me a broken smile. Henry let me in and took the lasagna to the kitchen for me. Lisa pulled me into a hug holding me tightly. She was wearing her pajamas but with one of Larry's jackets on. "He loved you so much dear I hope you know that." She said with a small sob.

"I know Lisa. I loved him too. I'm so sorry this is my fault. If I had just told him the truth about the baby, or if I hadn't been so scared of Sebastian he'd still be here. I'm so so sorry." I choked out feeling myself break down into tears again. Lisa pulled away pushing some of my hair back. "Now dont you talk like that Larry wouldn't want you blaming yourself or stressing about his actions. We'll all miss him of course but he wouldnt want you to be in so much pain in this state. He loved you and if you're saying what I think you are he would have loved this baby too. It's not your fault you were in an impossible situation." She told me sternly. I nodded trying to wipe away some of the tears. "The babys a girl. I wanted so badly to go tell Larry when I found that out. But Sebastian said if I talked to him there wouldn't be a baby to talk about." I admitted making Lisa frown before smiling and putting a comforting arm around me as we sat on the couch.

"Where are you staying dear?" She asked taking a sip from a mug on the coffee table. "I stayed with Sal last night once I found out about Larry. I was coming over here to talk to him about our baby but I got here too late." I sniffled. I pulled the picture from my pocket, I had brought a copy of the ultrasound picture for Lisa. She smiled grabbing the picture. "Is this her?" She asked. I nodded smiling at the picture of my daughter and her granddaughter.

"I hope she has Larry's eyes." I sighed. "Hopefully she doesn't have his nose. My father gave him that nose and he hated it. I cant imagine it's a trait he'd want to pass on." Lisa said with a pained laugh. "Oh god yeah. I kinda hope she does. It'd be like having a little Larry running around." I laughed. "What if you moved into Larry's room? I couldn't stand the idea of getting rid of his things or donating any of it." She suggested looking up from the photo. "Are you sure I dont want to impose Lisa especially with everything that's happened." I asked. She shook her head smiling. "Of course dear. I could use more family right now." She smiled.

~Third person pov~

Over the next couple months you lived happily with Lisa helping her around the house while she helped you with baby stuff. You spent most of your time after school hanging out with Larry in the treehouse. Sal and Lisa went with you to your appointments. Sal would take his walkie and let Larry listen in each time. Of course when you'd get back you'd go straight to him and talk to him about it anyways. As the baby was born and got older Larry was an amazing father in your opinion. He was always there for you and your child.

~Lex💛

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A Stranger Things 2 Fanfic

Chapter Six- Part Three

Steve, Dustin, and Phina stand at the edge of the old junkyard, finally arriving after about a few miles of walking. They were planning to trap Dart, luring it here with the meat that they had trailed over the railroad.

"Oh, yeah," Steve nods, "yeah, this will do. This will do just fine. Good call dude."

He walks forward leaving a grinning Dustin behind him. Phina shakes her head, following Steve as he throws more meat on the ground. The kid was already starting to look up to Steve and Phina could see that Steve was warming up to Dustin as well.

The boys lead the trail of meat into the center of junkyard and Phina tests her perimeter, sensing two people quickly moving towards the yard. The boys pour the rest of their buckets as soon as Phina realizes who was coming towards them.

"I said medium-well," Lucas yells from the edge of the junkyard, Max standing next to him.

The boys jump looking towards the two of them and Steve points at Max, "who's that?"

When Dustin doesn't answer him, Steve looks over at the boy who is staring at Max. Phina sighs at the boy and Steve looks up at her with a questioning look. She nods her head, answering the unspoken question.

"Let's get to work," Phina says.

Steve and Phina move the larger stuff, making the old, broken bus into their hideout. Max started to help by moving sheets of metal by the bus for Steve and to make into a barricade. Whatever Dart was, they were assuming he wasn't going to be friendly and they needed to make the bus strong enough to hold him out.

"Does this feel surreal to you," Phina suddenly asks Steve as they lift a heavy piece of metal.

"Hm?" He grunts as they turn it to stand it up against a car. "What do you mean?"

She gestures around them and then between them, "last year before everything went down... we hated each other, a lot. You were king Steve, the player of the school and now here you are, helping a bunch of tweens and the freak of Hawkins trap a supernatural creature in a junkyard."

Steve chuckles, "yeah, I guess it is really weird. Speaking of the tweens, where are the other two."

Phina turns around only seeing Max until she sees them behind a rust red car, "looks like they're having a conference."

Steve rolls his eyes, "well, we don't have time for a conference."

He picks up a chair off the ground and walks over to the kids, hitting the car with the chair, "Hey! Dickheads! How come the only ones helping me out is this random girl and a girl with a head injury? We lose light in forty minutes, Let's go... Let's go!"

"Alright, asshole," Dustin yells, "god!"

"Okay, stupid," Lucas grumbles.

Steve walks back over to a grinning Phina, "well at least some things don't change, Harrington."

"And what would that be," he asks.

She smirks, "you're still an ass."

He laughs, "you love me for it."

She tilts her head, her lips twitching into a full smile, "unfortunately."

With all hands helping now, the group was quickly making progress. They gathered all the metal they could, piling it in front of the bus for them to use. Inside, Lucas and Dustin were using the metal Max brought them to cover the glass windows. They were setting up the trap for Dart as well, where they would corner him to kill the thing.

Steve made a trail of gasoline while Phina and Max picked up a ladder. They bring it into the bus and put it through the emergency exit on top of the bus so they could get on top. Then, Phina stood on top while the boys passed up tires for her to stack up to hide behind.

When they were finally done with the bus, it looked like something from an apocalypse movie. One by one they go inside, the light fading outside. Phina is the last one in, nodding to Steve as she steps up the stairs, he closes the door behind her.

All they had to do now, was wait. For how long? They weren't sure. It was already dark out, the sun having disappeared almost half an hour ago. The cold was setting in and the old bus was not good at keeping it out. With her mind not hazed over by the injury to her head, Phina was able to use her powers to keep her warm, heat radiated off of her and Steve subconsciously moved closer to her.

His mind was still on the conversation they had about an hour earlier as he fiddles with his lighter. He had jokingly said she loved him, the thing was, she hadn't denied it. It shouldn't mean anything to him, but it did, it did and he didn't know why. She drove him crazy and he couldn't help it, couldn't help but think about her even in situations like this where they were all in danger.

"So you really fought one of these things before," Max suddenly says, looking at Steve and Phina.

"Yeah," Phina says while Steve nods, "and I have the scars to prove it."

Max continues, "and you're, like, totally, 100% sure it wasn't a bear?"

"Shit, don't be an idiot," Dustin interrupts, "okay? It wasn't a bear. Why are you even here if you don't believe us? Just go home."

Max stands up with her arms crossed, "geesh. Someone's cranky. Past your bedtime?"

She climbs up the ladder and Steve smirks, "that's good. Just show her you don't care."

Dustin stops pacing for a second to look at him, "I don't."

Steve turns to look at the kid and winks, "why are you winking, Steve? Stop."

Dustin walks to the other side of the bus, to get as far from Steve as possible.

Phina snorts, "that is the worst advice I have ever heard."

Steve looks at her, "what do you mean?"

"Act like you don't care?" Phina turns to face him. "That's so stupid."

"No it's not," Steve chuckles.

"Yes it is," she smirks.

"It's one of the best pieces of advice that I've got," he argues.

She glances down at his lips, "and how well has it been working for you, Harrington?"

He returns the favor, glancing at her lips as well. How well had it been working? Had it worked at all with who he wanted it to?

"Not that well," he sighs, looking back into her gorgeous eyes, "not at all."

A loud shrieking howl makes them jump apart. They quickly scramble up from their seats and turn to look through the small space of the window. Phina hadn't been focusing and she hadn't felt when the thing was closing in on them.

"You see him," Dustin asks, running to look through the window next to them.

"No," Steve answers

"Lucas," Dustin yells, "what's going on?"

"Hold on!"

Phina frantically searches the area with her affinities, even using the fog to try and find it.

"I've got eyes," Lucas yells down to them, "ten o'clock! Ten o'clock!"

Phina hones in on the area, pushing away some of the fog so that they could see the creature a bit better. When she does, Steve points him out to Dustin.

"What's he doing," Dustin asks.

"I don't know," Steve whispers.

They watch it as it creeps closer to their trap, but it doesn't enter it.

"He's not taking the bait," Steve says, "why is he not taking the bait?"

"Maybe he's not hungry," Dustin says.

"Maybe he's sick of cow," Steve whispers, leaning away from the window.

Phina watches the thing closely, waiting for it to pounce, not noticing the movement behind her.

"Steve? Steve, what are you doing?"

Phina pushes away from the window to find Steve with his bat slung over his shoulder. She instantly knew what he was about to do and she did not like it one bit.

She points a threatening finger at him, "you are not going out there."

He shakes his head, "I'll just draw him in, you need to stay here and protect the kids."

"What about you," she snaps, "who's going to protect you?"

He sighs, "just watch my back, I know you'll get me before it can."

Everything in her screamed not to let him go, but she knew better than anyone that she worked better if she could see everything.

"Fine," she groans, "but if you get hurt, I'll kill you."

He smiles, "I know you will."

Steve turns away from her as quickly as he can. He knows if he looks into her eyes a second longer he'll change his mind.

He steps down the stairs, slowly opening the loud, rusty door. Phina closes it behind him and rushes to the window to watch. She presses her face against the glass, ready to bolt out the door as soon as something goes wrong.

Steve slowly creeps out, his bat raised and ready to swing. Dart growls off into the distance and Steve starts to whistle as if he were a dog.

"Come on, buddy," Steve says, whistling again, swinging his bat back and forth.

Max climbs down the ladder and looks through the window by Dustin, "what's he doing?"

"Expanding the menu," Dustin explains.

"Why'd you have to say it like that," Phina groans, anxiously watching Steve.

"Come on, buddy," he says again, standing next to the pile of meat now, "come on, buddy. Come on, dinner time. Human tasted better than cat, I promise."

"He's insane," Max shakes her head.

"He's awesome," Dustin grins.

Phina shakes her head, "he's an idiot."

Dart slowly stalks towards Steve and Phina's heart starts to race in her chest. This is bad, she shouldn't have let him go out there.

"Steve, watch out," Lucas suddenly yells.

"I'm a little busy here," Steve yells back, not taking his eyes off Dart.

"Three o'clock!" Phina feels them then. "Three o'clock!"

"Oh, my god," Phina screams.

She's running before she can even think about what she's doing. There are so many of them, so many and they're all circling Steve. She runs towards the door, throwing them open in time to see Steve dive across a car as a creature lunges towards him. He swings his bat, hitting one in the face, hard. Phina runs out of the bus, throwing out a thick green vine to grab one of the creatures as it lunges at Steve's exposed back. The vine shoots from her hand, wrapping around the thing and throwing it across the yard and into a car.

She picks up Steve off the ground as she gets to him, hearing the kids screaming at them to run. More creatures run at them as they sprint back to the bus. Phina throws a wave a fire back at them, trying to at least push them back until she could get Steve inside. She pushes Steve into the bus first, throwing another hand out to shoot vines out to throw away the nearest creatures. Arms wrap around her and she's pulled into the bus as the door shuts, one of the creatures slamming into it. The creatures attack the door, trying to get in.

"Are they rabid or something," Max yells.

Steve grabs a piece of metal and puts it in front of the door. He and Phina push on it with their legs.

"They can't get in," Lucas screams, "They can't!"

The entire bus shifts and they all scream. One of the creatures arms shoots through the metal and everyone screams, running away. Steve grabs his bat and starts to beat at it. Phina lights her hands, ready to burn the creature if Steve couldn't fight it off. The arm retracts and then a loud bang hits the roof, hitting again and again, closer to the ladder.

Phina and Steve bolt towards the kids when Max screams, the creature roaring above her.

"Out of the way," Steve yells, "out of the way! You want some? Come get this!"

Phina grabs the girls and shoves her behind her and Steve, a protective arm holding back the kids as they watch the creature. It screeches at Steve, readying itself to pounce on Steve. Phina grabs Steve's shoulder, ready to throw him back to protect him.

Just when she thinks it's about to happen, it goes silent, closing its hellish mouth and turning away from them. It pushes away from the ladder, letting a loud howl as if calling something. It leaps out of their view, shaking the bus as it goes. Steve lets go of the bat with one hand and grabs Phina's. She squeezes it in reassurance as if to tell him that she was still there, that she was alright.

All around them the creatures howl back and forth, growing fainter as they ran away. Steve slowly pulls Phina towards the front of the bus, the kids trailing behind them. Their hand's grip on the others, the adrenaline, and fear keeping them there. Steve nods at Dustin and the kid opens the doors slowly. Steve steps through first, holding out his bat in front of him. Phina calls to every plant around her and they shift, ready to protect them.

"What happened," Lucas asks as he steps out after the two teenagers.

"I don't know," Max answers for all of them.

"Steve scared 'em off," Dustin asks.

"No." Steve shakes his head. "No way. They're going somewhere."

"Where," Dustin asks.

Phina groans, squeezing Steve's hand, "that's what we gotta find out."

-2276 words-

And we're getting to the good stuff, are Y'all ready for this?

-Morgan

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