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prettyoatmeal · 1 year

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Love to Hate Each Other (König x Fem!Reader)

Hello!! I promise I'm not dead!!! I've been super busy recently and had some writers block but I'm doing better now!! I'll be finally answering the requests I've had and upload some more from my drafts :)

CONTENT WARNING: Smut <333 Hate sex, unprotected sex, creampie, size difference, enemies to lovers, arguing, pettiness, sexual and non-sexual degrading (receiving and giving).

SUMMARY: You’d been a part of TF141 for a while now as their best sniper, however, it was recently stated that KorTac would team up with you lot for a mission. You’ve been training with him since and got that little bit of extra skill in your possession, you have the upper hand which drives König mad. You were put in charge of him as to test your leadership skills however it doesn't go as planned.

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The fucking nerve of him. Would it kill him to show you just a little bit of respect? It had happened all too quickly. The way his voice boomed at you could've killed you in an instant. All you could do was think back to the argument.

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"Can you stop shooting at me for fucking once, König?" You'd sneered at him after getting to the safe house. "I know I'm a better sniper than you but you don't need to be all petty 'bout it." "I'm sorry, maybe if you weren't snooping around and staying at your dedicated post like you were supposed to, I wouldn't have shot at you." He wanted to slam the door but knew better than to create another loud bang, "and you're not a 'better' anything than me, your ego is just too high."

"Oh, really? Then why did YOUR commander put you under my supervision for this mission, huh?"

Those words made let out him growl under his breath. He knew the truth, though he was too stubborn to admit. You had skill, but he just didn't and to give you that satisfaction.

"Forget it, just keep your whiny voice down. Don't need anyone hearing us a mile away." His accent got thicker as he hissed his words out at you. "My voice down? Really? Maybe if you hadn't given our spots away every ten minutes, we wouldn't even need to be hiding here! You ought to fix that little issue of yours.”

And that’s what set him off.

“You know what I think your issue is, little miss perfect? I think your problem is that you’re not ready to being a leader, yet they put you in charge of me anyway and you go along with it, ja?” With each word he spat out, he took a step towards you. “I am fully capable of working on my own. YOU left your post. YOU put yourself in danger. You don’t get to be an incompetent little rat then proceed to blame me for it.”

With large steps he’d leaned over you. His piercing eyes felt as if they'd stabbed you, looking down at you with anger, annoyance, disappointment through his hood. You could hear those words become unfamiliar, fuzzy, distorted. Guilt set in.

"You may be a better sniper than me, but you'll never gain that role of leader. It was a mistake they made to put you in charge of me."

König was never one to take advantage of his height with his teammates, he wasn't like this in general. He had a lot of pent up anger towards you, and by god you were scared out of your mind. But you couldn't show that. Not now, you couldn't let him know how much he frightened you. But he knew. He could easily tell. And so you just stood there with an unchanging composure, taking any of the words he'd hurled at you.

"I don't need someone to tell me what to do, and especially not someone like you. Go sleep your bitchy attitude off, I'll take first watch." And with that, he stormed away from you.

...

The bed was uncomfortable. But you weren't sure if it was the bed or if it was the tension in the room. You couldn't sleep. So you just laid there on your side, the argument rerunning itself over and over and over again in your mind. You were uneasy, on edge around him, even if his attention wasn't focused on you. Just being in the same room as him was enough. Yet you still felt petty enough to need to have the last word.

"You're an asshole." Muttering it out made your heart race, but you couldn't care any less.

The rustling of whatever he was doing stopped and after a while, you heard him let out a groan of irritation, muttering something in German under his breath.

"Will you quit it? It's over and done with. Hush up and go to sleep."

The way he'd growl at you to quit talking sent goosebumps over your body out of fear, yet you couldn't bring yourself to keep yourself quiet.

"No, I'm not going to quit." You'd said as you sat up from that uncomfortable mess called a bed. "You're an asshole. You need to hear that." You'd shot him a look of disgust as his eyes met yours from across the room. The lights were dim, but you could still see him quite clearly. You could feel as the air became thick again, the tension between you two growing once more.

"What are you expecting out of bringing it up again, Miss Perfect?" He'd shot back as his eyes glanced back to god knows what he was that he was doing, you couldn't quite make it out.

You'd yanked your legs over the edge of your so called bed, "I think you're forgetting I'm still in charge of you. I'd certainly accept an apology."

He didn't even look back up at you, it was as if he couldn't care any less.

"For what? Hurting your feelings?" He teased.

"You were extremely disrespectful and-"

"And nothing. Go back to sleep." He’d groaned, feelings of annoyance filling his system. Cutting you off just like that. But you were taking none of it.

“What is your problem with me!?" You'd stood up, making your way over to where he was sitting. Your own lips curled to a snarl, pointing fingers. "You have no reason to be so pissy with me, I've done nothing to you!"

This wasn't a common occurrence. Not for you. But he'd really ticked you off. König was being difficult, and you were too, but that didn't take away from the fact that you had no idea what he was so upset about with you. What he was REALLY upset about with you. As terrified as you may be by the hunk of the man, you weren't going to let yourself be demeaned by him.

You could see his eyes narrow at your words. His figure rose, towering over you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt your knees getting weak at the sight of the beastly stature leaning towards you.

"You really want to get into this, sweets?" Hands on his hips.

"I'm not going to let myself be degraded by you! Let alone someone I'm supervising."

And so you stood there, staring each other down. The tension was thick enough to cut with scissors. König, the very person you'd been training with for the past few weeks, standing over you for the very sake of intimidation. You'd almost thought he'd raise a hand at you, but you knew that he'd known better than to do such a thing. The person you'd become good acquaintances with staring down at you, seething, fury in his eyes.

"You want to know why I'm so upset?" jabbing his gloved finger at your chest, he took a step which caused you to take one back. He leaned down, making sure you'd hear every last word which escaped his mouth. "You know how much it kills someone when someone has the skills with a sniper you could only dream of? When you've been in the game for longer than you could imagine, and some little girl who's barely been in the game suddenly has the upper hand."

You couldn't believe it. Your eyes softened for a second before your expression had contorted again, taking a hold of his wrist with an iron grip and pulling it away from your chest.

"You've got to be kidding me..." you sighed, "this whole time your problem was THAT!?"

His eyes stayed focused on you with no sign of leaving.

"God, I hate you so fucking much." You snarled with a sick chuckle. This whole argument could've been avoided.

"The feelings' mutual, Schatz."

His face was so close to yours, you could practically feel his hot breath through the hood he had been wearing. Your hand was still latching onto his wrist, though your hand was starting to give in from putting all your pressure into your grasp.

You had nothing else to say, so you stayed silent. You both did, eyeing each other down to the core. It took a good while before you two had taken glances to the side where you held his wrist put. It seemed you'd both had the same idea as your grip loosened before he mirrored your wrist with his, taking your wrist into his palm. It fit perfectly. The way his hand could so easily wrap around it, taking a tight hold. It made your knees weak.

Your breathing quickened as you kept your eyes on his. The tension continued to thicken, though not just anger this time. There was something else filling the air. The feeling of that intimacy lurked around you two. It was too intimate for your liking, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. Your cold eyes glanced back to König's, but he wasn't looking at you anymore. No. His attention was centred on your lips. Fuck. You knew what would be coming next.

One minute, you two were ready to tear each other's heads off, the next, you two were making out. His lips against yours, hungry. Starving. Forceful, but not, both at the same time. The way his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, before he made you take some steps back enough for your calves to hit the frame of that pitiful thing you have been calling a bed.

You pulled away to catch your breath, a string of spit still connecting you two before the fabric of his masked fell to cut that string apart. He'd pushed you back as if he was in a rush, like if he was catching a train in an hour, lifting your legs so they'd wrap around his hips.

"If you really hated me, you wouldn't let me all up on you like this." He let out a sly chuckle as his hands pinned your wrists to you sides.

"Shut your fucking mouth and keep kissing me." You ordered, looking away from him in a bashful manner.

"Yes, Ma'am." He replied as he guided your hand to push the fabric of his mask away, revealing his lips once more before they crashed against yours. You both needed to let off some steam, it seemed that this was the most efficient way for the two of you.

You let out a small whimper as König began to move his hips against yours, grinding against down onto you. It wasn't long before he'd removed your trousers and pushed his middle finger inside you. He'd sucked on it a little beforehand to coat it with saliva, but it wasn't like it was needed anyway. You were practically soaking by the time he'd pushed it in, and it wasn't long either until he'd begun to curl his finger inside you which made you whimper at the feeling. He felt so much better than your fingers alone.

"Look at you, so wet already. Think you're ready for another finger?"

You couldn't help but tighten around his fingers already as he pushed a second finger inside you. You'd muttered a small 'fuck' under your breath at the feeling, earning a small hum of approval from König. His fingers could easily hit against that bundle of nerves. He knew he found it once you let out that cry of pleasure, making him chuckle as he rapidly pressed against the same spot over and over again which made you let out a symphony of moans and whimpers as your wetness grew.

He soon decided you were ready, becoming rather impatient as he'd quickly slide down his bottoms to reveal his growing erection. Your eyes gawked at him for how big he was. How would it ever fit.

"You sure you want to do this? Can't guarantee I'll be able to stop once we're started." His voice was low, the arrogant undertones tied in with the way he spoke irritated you.

You nodded.

With no time wasted, he lined his tip against your pulsing cunt before pushing into you. You let out a long sigh in unison with him as you felt him stretch you out with a mix of pain and pleasure. It wasn't long before he'd started moving in and out of you, and soon your voices filled the room along with the slapping noises of repeated skin-on-skin contact, making your eyes flutter closed as your legs wrapped around him.

The way he moved inside you was different. It felt different. It wasn't like anything you'd felt before. Perhaps hate sex was your new biggest turn on. Oh boy. This definitely wasn't going to be a one time thing. You could already tell.

You could feel yourself getting closer, and you could very much feel the way König was throbbing inside you. The bed creaked non-stop, the room reeked of sweat and sex, with no feelings behind it. Just sex. And goodness, did it feel good. Mustering up the strength, you propped yourself up onto your elbows to take in the sight of the man pounding into you. And like that, your eyes met his once more. Half closed with the slightest distortion, he let out a low chuckle as he gripped onto your wrists once more and pinned them next your head. With a single, extremely forceful thrust, he was able to hoist your hips up further against him, almost like in a mating press. The new position allowed him to hit a whole other region, able to slam against your g-spot over and over again, causing a harmony of whimpers and moans to emerge from your throat which you just weren't able to hold in. You were so lost in the pleasure, as you almost couldn't comprehend what König was speaking. Leaning down to press his lips against your neck, he whispered to you;

"See, Schatz? You're so much prettier when you're not unnecessarily running your mouth."

That stupid nickname. That stupid term of endearment he used on you drove you insane. Well, did he hate you or not? You could never tell. The way his hands slipped upwards, unballing your fists so he could intertwine his fingers with yours, the way he'd pound into you as rough as he could yet he'd still make that time to hold onto your hands, the way his lips would brush over bruise and bite mark he'd leave on your skin. It was all so confusing. So mind boggling. It made you want him even more.

"Y-You don't- oh fuck.. -hold the hand... of the person you hate during sex.." You'd managed to choke out a single sentence between König's thrusts. And he was having none of it.

"Shh, shh.." He'd shush you, "Halt die Klappe, stop fucking talking... stop talking. Keep quiet for me, Schatz." His hips began to slam against you faster, making sure to hit against every nook and cranny inside you. Schatz. That word echoed in your mind.

You were in no room to argue again so you did as you were told, you stopped talking and let your moans continue to spill out. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm by the second, and it was only a matter of time before he removed a hand from your wrist and moved it between your legs, his fingers moving against your clit in a circular motion. He knew what you wanted, and he was going to give it to you. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears. His hot breath hitting against your sensitive, overly bruised neck, the way his fingers circled your plump bud, the way his thrusts felt like there was still no end in sight was all too much.

Taking in a deep breath, you rolled your eyes back before squeezing them shut. You were unable to hold back that loud cry of pleasure as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, coming fully undone to those fingers of his. You could feel yourself pulsing and throbbing against his fingers, your hearing gone fuzzy by the time. You squeezed tightly around König's cock, in complete euphoria as he made you ride out your orgasm. Your hips bucked against his as you just barely opened your eyes again.

"Oh, Schieße... (Y/N)!" He'd moaned out as he pulled away from your neck and crashed his forehead against yours, gripping onto the flesh of your hips as he practically pulled you into him with each slam. One more thrust and he'd let out a final moan before filling you up with his seed. There was... a lot. You could feel his cum oozing out of you before he even pulled out.

Your breathing was heavy, both of you coming down from cloud nine. The best sex, and best orgasm, you'd ever had.

"You don't hate me." You were the one to speak first. The fabric of König's mask was pushing up against you every now and again with each heavy breath he'd release, "you don't kiss someone and hold their hands like that when you hate them..."

His eyes opened, staring right back at yours,

"You seemed like the type to need that emotional support, I was simply just trying to provide it."

"So you do still care about me."

He went silent before he closed his eyes again, burying his 'face' into your neck.

"... Halt die Klappe,,"

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unadulterated-syd · 2 years

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Summer Leaves

warnings; Mentions of death (Georgie's, Stans, Eddie's, etc.), Angst + Comfort, not romance.

synopsis; part II to 'October Loss'.

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Previously; You sighed, supposing you should pack if you're meant to stay the night. You climbed the stairs, charging your social batter as you did so. You never packed anything too extreme, but this time was different. A summer search-party.

You sighed, what would one even need for a search party? You flaunted yourself as a know-it-all but one, if not all, of the losers made you question your knowledge constantly. Just last week Richie had asked you every question he could possibly come up with on his newest Marvel comic, and you couldn't answer more than 2 or 3 correctly.

Not that this was similar, now you were searching for the body of your best-friend's brother. Obviously you were a little under-qualified at 13 years old. But, this was for Bill. Not the cops. They couldn't be mad that you and the others had gotten curious, they'd far from told you all enough.

But, whilst you packed it struck you. Bill didn't invite you, he didn't call you, he didn't tell you in school. He told Stan, he invited Stan who told you. You looked at your bag, now containing things you felt you needed for a search party (flashlight, your old walkie-talkies, a raincoat, etc.). Did he not want you there?

You swallowed your pride, and made your way downstairs to once more pick up the phone. This time however you were the one causing Bill to think of George. All the calls his parents made, to tell people, about his now 'missing' brother. He picked up hesitantly, "H-he-hello?"

"Billy? Hey it's y/n." You paused, "Am I good to come-over tonight? Stan told me you, and Rich, and Eddie were having a sleep-over and looking for Georgie tomorrow.. I just didn't know if I was invited. That's all." You nervously smiled into the phone, as if he could see how hard this was for you.

"I-i didn't th-think-k you'd wa-want to." He whispered, thinking of the day after George went missing. He remembered how you both shared guilt, and how you looked. Miserable. A part of him worried that he'd only bring that back if he mentioned the bad. It wasn't necessarily your fault he felt said way, but you were a part to blame. "Why wouldn't I want to..? I always like to hang-out, Billy."

"But..th-this is f-fi-finding Georgie." He looked over his shoulder, making sure his parents weren't within earshot. Not that they paid much attention to him anymore. They'd both grown rather far from him, grieving in ways he'd never quite understand. But, grief seemed to be slowly consuming their family. One-by-one.

You hesitated, before sighing into the phone, "Billy I'll be there tonight. We all want to find George for you. Especially me." You promised, "I'll see you soon, Bill." And with that, you hung up, leaving him to think. Bill knew the losers didn't believe this would lead anywhere, he knew that this was hopeless to everyone else. His dad had made it clear, George was gone. But he couldn't help but try, the little bit of hope he had left was all he needed. It was his fault, it was his responsibility to fix this.

You fixed your bag strap, slowly working up the courage to knock on Bill's door. You didn't know if you were early, or late, if you were first or second. Not that it really mattered, but today's hangout was different. Every hangout since October had been different. Bill wasn't the same, and everyone knew. Even Richie had developed a filter. It was like George was a name banned from our mouths.

You took a deep breath, sighing before you rang the doorbell, it was scary how nervous it made you nowadays. The Denbrough house used to be a safe-place for you, your favorite people lived there, and when your mom wasn't around it was company. But, now it was a dreaded place, always silent. Always missing something. Always missing Georgie.

However, the creaking of a door and the loud thumping of an on-going pillow fight knocked you out of your own thoughts. You looked up to see Bill, who gave you a nervous grin before sliding out of the way, inviting you inside. You walked in, immediately noticing Richie and Eddie fighting, Eddie smacking Richie with a pillow continuously. "He told him to stop, and, he didn't." Stan spoke up, seeing your raised brow.

"Ah, makes sense.." You grinned, sitting next to Stan on the couch after setting your bag down next to the sofa. Bill followed in, sitting on the otherside of you. "Ha ha! Not fun is it huh, don't fuck with me Richie!" Eddie continued on his rampage as Richie screamed at him. Sometimes you wondered how your parents ever put up with you five, but you couldn't help but laugh. It seemed normal for once, even if there was no real "normal" anymore.

You looked over at Bill, whom was staring blankly at the tv. Sometimes you could see that look in his eyes, the look of hopelessness. But tonight something was different, he seemed worried, as if he was starting to doubt that you'd even find George. He looked over at you, looking confused as you stared at him. Embarrassing.

Eventually, the night slowly died down, Eddie and Richie falling asleep first, then Stan. That left you and Bill. It was odd, you both had a mutual understanding of how much George had meant to you both, yet you rarely ever realized how much you really had in common. Both of you struggled sleeping, almost to the point of insomnia.

"Y-y/n..?" You heard Bill, he was soft-spoken at best. You turned to look at him, offering your attention, "Do y-you real-really believe me? Ab-about Ge-George..?" A part of you wanted to ask what he meant, but you knew. He wanted to know how you thought you'd find him. Dead, or alive. And truth betold you far from wanted to answer. You didn't want to hurt him. You didn't want to crush the last of his hope, but you didn't want to lie.

"Billy, it doesn't matter what I think." You sighed, turning more his way. "We're going to look, and were going to try. And if he's really gone, we can say we tried." He looked down biting his lip, "B-but.. it's.. it's m-my fault. I sh-should-ld have-e been a-arou-nd." You wrapped your arms around him, "Our. Our fault, remember." You offered, feeling yourself grow emotional. "If he's gone, he's gone. And we can't change that, but we can try our best to find him."

God, could summer get any harder. You just hoped Bill didn't have to find him, you really really hoped he wouldn't be the one to find George. After this summer, you'd probably wish your found him instead of his killer, and in 27 years you'd learn that this was so much more than the loss of George. But the loss of Stan, of Eddie, of hundreds of sisters, brothers, kids, so much more than you eight. Why did you have to play the hero? But for now, it was just you, Bill, and the ghost of what once was.

End.

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writer-updates · 1 year

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Sebastian Knight

Chapter 2 - Sebastian

Sitting at my desk, I sighed heavily before a knock came at the door. I had a meeting tonight with Manuel, he has been in the mafia for a long time, even when my father was in charge. My second in command and bodyguard Deigo opened the door, stepping aside to allow Manuel to step inside.

"Please sit down, we need to chat," I explained as I pointed to the empty chair across from me.

Manuel nodded, walking over towards the chair while Deigo closed it and stood by it.

"I've been looking over the charts for the bar and I can see that Liliana is doing well, because of her singing. She has attracted over a thousand customers. How is everything going?" I asked.

Manuel fixed his posture in the seat, "Everything is going well, although I wish Liliana was doing more for the bar, of course she does a lot but there is more to do."

Frowning at Manuel, what did he mean? Were his other children not helping run the place? Manuel promised me that his family were going to run it for me, as it was easy access to hide a lot of things in packages there.

"Are your children and wife not there?" I asked.

Manuel paled for a moment, "Well.. you see some of my children have got study so they can't work as much. I mean Savannah would have been a much better singer in my opinion, she used to bring in, more customers than Liliana. Have you thought about meeting up with Savannah?"

"For starters, I chose who does what in my bar, secondly your daughter Liliana is really talented, I'm surprised you don't see it and thirdly, how many times do I have to say it. I am not interested in Savannah," every day it was the same question.

I have never been interested in Savannah, but Liliana has always caught my attention. Ever since I noticed her, I began to see more things in her that I adored.

Manuel shut his mouth as he noticed my temper was rising, "Sorry boss. Of course."

I looked at the books one more time, "We have a delivery coming tomorrow afternoon, I will be there to see it be delivered."

Manuel nodded, I knew he didn't like that fact I was coming in. He normally didn't, if he wasn't close to my father, I would have fired him a long time ago but him and my father go way back. Of course my father can most times get sick of him, he is a good worker.

I was about to speak when another knock came at the door, frowning, "Come in."

Deigo stepped aside and allowed the door to open, once it was. Liliana popped her head in, tears were streaming down her face.

"Liliana! What are you doing here!" Manuel seethed as he stood up and made his way towards her. "You are soaking up Sebastian's floor and making me look back. Fix yourself up."

He grabbed her by the hair which sent fire down my whole body hearing her whimper.

"Let her go Manuel, Deigo will see you out," I stepped towards them, allowing Deigo to pull off Manuel from Liliana.

The two men left the room while I held Liliana in my arms, "What's wrong? Why did you come here?" I asked.

Taking her over to the seat, I helped her sit down. She contuined to cry in her hands, rubbing her back. I wasn't much for comforting people as it wasn't my job but something was stirring inside me hearing those sobs leave her plump pink lips.

"You're shivering, what happened Liliana?" I asked.

She hiccuped for a few seconds before wiping her eyes, "I got home from my shift and saw my sister fucking my boyfriend."

That's right, Liliana was dating a guy for about a year his name was Thomas. I knew he wouldn't be good for her but who was I to tell her no. I want her to be mine but she found him while I was in a dark place.

"Don't cry Liliana, he isn't worth your tears... let's get you cleaned up. You can stay here tonight."

Liliana looked up at me, "Are you sure?" A hiccup left her mouth again.

"Of course, I don't want you going home. Not with him. I'll send Felicity to fix you a bed and a bath. You can wear my clothes."

I escorted Liliana out of my office where Deigo was waiting with Manuel behind him.

"Manuel, it's time you go home. I will see you tomorrow. Make sure someone covers for Liliana, as she will not be in. She will be staying here for a few days."

"She can't, she's my daughter!" Manuel growled causing Liliana to flinch and stand behind me.

"Don't you ever speak to me like that! I am still your boss. She may be your daughter but right now she is shaking from being cold, she deserves a break. Diego escort him out!" I seethed pointing my finger at Manuel.

Diego nodded and did what I asked while I attended to Liliana. I called Felicity up the the spare room while I went through my closet to see what I could give Liliana.

"You were the first person I thought of when I left the house. My mother told me it was my fault I got cheated on because I didn't give myself to him," Liliana spoke breaking the silence between us.

Staring at her, I was shocked. I knew her parents were cold-hearted towards her, I had always seen it but I didn't realise it was this bad.

"It's not your fault you were cheated on, Thomas didn't know how to keep it in his pants. If he truly loved you like he said, he would have fought those urges with your sister. I don't mind you came here, in fact I'm glad."

"You are?" She gasped.

If only she knew, smiling at het, I finally found a perfect track pant and shirt for Liliana to borrow, although I would love to see her just in my shirt and nothing else.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

Words: 2,191

Phase two Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Personal’ -by The Vamps, Maggie Lindemann

xv: Peter Parker's Detective Agency

"The party was a disaster, everyone started chanting 'Penis Parker' and I called Peter so he would go home instead of back to Liz's place."

"Why did it take him so long? He was away a whole hour," C.C. frowned.

"He said he saw something related to the weapons the guys at the ATM had used and went to investigate."

"On his own? He hasn't called me at all since last night, what's wrong with him?"

"You can ask him," Ned responded. "I'm not getting involved in your thing with Peter."

C.C. forced Pietro to promise he wouldn't say a thing to Peter about the previous night, she'd made MJ promise the same thing, and now she was trying to forget she'd burst into tears in front of her friends, she was uncomfortable and tense, and this new information wasn't making things better.

The girl didn't speak for the most part of the morning, and when Peter told her to meet him at the workshop her anger only increased, yet she kept it quiet, waiting for the moment he would notice she was upset.

Right now, however, he was striking a piece of the Chitauri weapon with little to no safety measures, and she was glaring at him from a safe place at the far corner of the table.

"Hey, thanks for bailing on me," Ned approached them.

Peter barely reacted. "Yeah, well, something came up."

He showed Ned the little glowing rock and their friend stared in awe.

"What is that?"

"I don't know. Some guy tried to vaporize me with it," He said casually.

C.C. scoffed, but the boys didn't seem to hear.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah..."

"Awesome!" Peter gave him an annoyed look and Ned fixed his mistake. "I mean, not awesome. Totally uncool of that guy. SO scary."

"...Well, look, I think it's a power source..."

"Yeah, but it's connected to all these microprocessors— that's an inductive charging plate, that's what I use to charge my toothbrush."

C.C. leaned closer to see, she wasn't much of an expert when it came to tech talk, she wasn't much of an expert at anything except espionage and fighting techniques. She'd been taught to use some high-tech stuff at S.H.I.E.L.D, but she'd never been shown how to build it from scratch.

"Whoever's making these weapons is combining alien tech with ours," Peter explained.

"That is literally the coolest sentence anyone has ever said," Ned breathed.

"Friday said it first," She grumbled.

Peter glanced at her but Ned spoke and distracted the boy from her bad mood.

"I just want to thank you for letting me be part of your journey, into this amazing—"

Peter slammed the hammer against the object and the glowing stone flew out of the table.

"Keep your fingers off the blades!" The teacher warned absently.

C.C. lost her patience.

"Can you be any less careful?" She hissed. "That Chitauri thing could blow up a whole city for all we know and you're here hammering against it! Hand it over!"

She snatched the hammer away from his hand, the boys shared a panicky expression. Peter spoke in a slightly frightened tone. "You okay, C.C?"

She glared at him, picking up her stuff hastily.

"I'm fantastic, but it's not like you'd notice if it were any other way, would you? You're too busy playing hero, desperately trying to look cool. You don't care about what I have to say."

"I care about you, I asked you to come for a reason!" He pouted. "But all you've done is sit there and glare at us and I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but we could use Copycat's help here, you know?"

She stared at him, Peter really did not understand he was upsetting her, it disappointed her.

"I'll see you guys later."

"I'm mad at Peter," She announced as soon as she found Pietro and MJ.

She didn't know if the pair could be called "friends", but Pietro seemed to be the only boy MJ could stand apart from Ned and Peter, and he liked spending time with MJ cause she didn't talk much and he, much like C.C., got tired of having to listen to the ramblings of other teenagers.

"Really?" Pietro raised a brow.

"I stormed out of the workshop and now I don't know how to approach him after this, so I guess I'll be mad until I stop feeling uneasy."

"Have you never apologized before?" MJ put her book down. "Cause you could apologize and this would be over."

C.C. pondered. "I don't want to apologize."

"Why not?"

"She'll have to explain why she got mad in the first place," Pietro smirked.

"You'd have to tell Peter how you feel about him and Liz, got it," MJ snorted. "Sounds terrible, that's exactly why I avoid catching feelings for anyone."

"C.C. used to say the same thing— she was all 'I don't care about people, they're replaceable!' and now she cries at parties cause a lanky boy won't look her way."

"I came here asking for help and all you're doing is make fun of me," She scowled. "Maybe I should get angry at you too."

"You wouldn't last a day without us," MJ stated. "Sit and touch the grass or something, right now what you need is to calm down a little."

"I agree with Jones," Pietro hummed. "People don't think right when they're mad, you'll see it will feel much easier wanting to apologize to Peter once you've calmed down."

"Hey, do you guys have any plans for this Friday?"

"Why, are you going to ask us on a date?" Pietro hummed.

"Don't be nasty, P.J." C.C. made a face. "I don't. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'll like to go watch the academic decathlon in D.C., it's my first time going and... I don't know, I guess I'd like to have you there."

"Aww, are you growing fond of us? Are we your soft spot?"

"Stop. Stop it right now," MJ stood and grabbed her things. "You have until Thursday to let me know."

"I can't, sorry," Pietro said. "I've got a party."

"I don't trust P.J. enough to leave him alone at a party, but considering I was the one that made a scene last time... I guess he'll be okay on his own."

"So you're saying you're coming with me?" MJ asked, trying not to look eager.

"Yeah sure," She smiled.

"Great," MJ nodded. "See you guys."

"Wait, I forgot my history book."

"Don't take long."

She rushed back into the school, spotting two strange men a the far end of the hallway. C.C. saw Peter run out of the opposite corner and follow the two, Ned's head peered out from behind the wall but he didn't move. Sensing that those guys had to do with Peter's little adventure the prior night, she moved in the same direction as them.

They had entered the workshop in which Peter had been tearing apart the Chitauri weapon, he was on the stairs listening intently to their talk, but he hadn't noticed her. He left the safe space to get a closer look but moved a chair in the process.

Peter stuck himself upside down to a table, one of the guys had noticed the movement and was walking towards him. C.C. quickly took action, she walked down the stairs loudly, and spoke in a firm, curious voice:

"Oh, you must be the electrician! This is not the place where we'll be hosting our homecoming, though, let me walk you to the court!"

"Er... no, it's fine," one of the men spoke to her. "We actually just finished here, Sir. If you could just point us to the main exit..."

"You go upstairs and turn left, then you walk straight to the end of the corridor, you can't miss it."

Both men walked past her -or Mr. Dell in their eyes- and abandoned the workshop.

She waited a minute before speaking. "You can come out now, Peter."

The boy slowly appeared from under the table, he looked up at her in confusion until C.C. shifted back into her original form, the boy gaped at her.

"Wow, you're really good!" He exclaimed. "It's the first time I see you shift fully! How did you do it without touching him first?"

"I touched him about thirty minutes ago, bumped into him..."

They stared at each other for an awkward second before C.C. decided she was still upset.

"Bye."

"No, wait! C.C!"

The girl tried to run out but Peter caught her in a web, however, C.C. used her claws to set herself free.

"What the f— Stop pulling tricks I don't know about!"

"Stop trying to stop me!"

They emerged on the main hall where Ned was waiting for Peter, she glared at him.

"Take him off my back!"

She ignored Peter's shouting and walked right out of the school.

"You came!"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," She hugged MJ briefly, both girls were still awkward about physical contact. "Nice of Mr. Harrington for letting me tag along."

"This school would do anything for a Stark," MJ smirked.

"Hey, it's Peter!"

"What!" C.C. turned abruptly, behind her MJ snorted.

"Er— I was hoping I could rejoin the team?" He said to Liz and Ned.

"No, no way, you can't quit on us, stroll up and be welcomed back by everyone—"

"Hey, welcome back! Flash, you're back to first alternate," Mr. Harrington climbed out of the bus.

"What?"

"He's taking your place," said one of the teammates happily.

"Excuse me, can we go already?" MJ spoke up behind her, Peter's attention immediately landed on C.C. "Cause I was hoping to get in some protesting in front of an embassy before dinner, so..."

"Protesting is patriotic, let's get on the bus!"

"Looks like Peter's starting to listen to you," MJ nudged her arm playfully.

C.C. knew better, though. Peter hadn't talked things out with her, if he was here, it was very likely he was following a lead on the modified weapons. She believed it to be a little selfish, considering all these students were counting on him and he didn't care about the decathlon at all.

He tried to say something when she walked past him, but C.C. turned to MJ and started a conversation before he could speak.

An hour later Peter approached her.

"Ah, hey," He cleared his throat. "Happy just called me, he said you're not answering your phone."

"Her driver has your number?" MJ frowned.

"Yeah, Happy's a little paranoid when it comes to my safety," C.C. was quick to lie. "This will only take a minute— be right back."

She abandoned her seat and followed Peter to the very back of the bus.

"Did Happy really call or you're just making up an excuse to talk to me?" She inquired rudely.

"He called," Peter gave her an annoyed look. "Did you know he put trackers on us?"

"I'm an unregistered mutant and you're an idiot, of course they put trackers on us," Her eyes went to Ned, who was holding some kind of artifact projecting a place far from the decathlon's building. "By the looks of it you're tracking someone as well, so don't come at me acting all insulted."

Peter had nothing to say about it, she began to leave but he grabbed a hold of her hoodie -his hoodie, she hadn't returned it after the night Ned found out about them.

"Alright, fine, I won't complain about the tracker but can you please tell me what's going on? You've been mad at me for days and I've got no idea why."

"I don't want to tell you," She replied childishly. "So just ignore it and leave me alone—"

"I have the right to ask," He said in an angry whisper, "also you're stuck with me in this tiny bus for at least another four hours, let's just get it out of the way."

"No."

She snatched the hoodie away from his grasp, Peter lost his patience.

"Just tell me what did I do to you!"

Everyone on the bus went silent and turned to stare. C.C. felt her cheeks grow warm and turned her back on the other teens.

"Sorry," He mumbled, sitting back down.

The girl glimpsed at him for just a moment, she saw his jaw clenching as he fixed his gaze on the back of Ned's seat. She felt forced to do it, but sat down anyway, considering she was far more tired of keeping her bad mood active than she was of Peter's behavior.

"You didn't do anything to me... it's what you're doing without me."

Peter didn't speak, he didn't dare interrupt her.

"When I told Tony about you, I thought you'd get mad at me for revealing your identity, and for not telling you who I was, but it was the complete opposite. After that, you were always so hyped about what we'd do together, but it's like... it's like you only care about me when I'm wearing the suit. I'm no use to you without it."

"It's not—"

"Let me finish," She frowned. "You don't ask what I think about all the crazy stuff you're doing— To me C.C.'s life's important, but you don't care about her, cause you don't even care about yourself, you just care about Spider-man."

Peter stared at her as if she were speaking another language, so she tried to simplify her words.

"I didn't stay in school to be your sidekick. I want a normal life, and you wanting nothing to do with that is ruining the little time I have to enjoy it. Don't act as if what you're doing is equally as beneficial to everyone involved."

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eulchu · 2 years

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I love not being a teenager and being capable of waiting for the clarification before forming an opinion

// TW DISCUSSION OF MENTAL HEALTH, DOXXING, ABUSE AND HARASSMENT

much like another post circling around, i don't want this to become a battlefield with people going 'i knew it!! how could you have been so guillable!!!!'. i respect and understand the people who didn't see it all so clear. as i've mentioned before we don't, and never will, understand much of the situation, as we are not living inside the victim's, dream's or ollie's minds.

same as anon, i'm someone who would rather wait it out to form a more educated and global understanding of the situation. better that than prematurely lashing out and saying things i would regret in the long run. it has happened before.

i don't expect everyone else to be the same. everyone has different experiences, copying mechanisms and emotional reactions to different situations. even the very mention of it is enough to make a DA victim spiral (or abuse of any kind). i understand not thinking critically in a situation like this.

i am deeply uncomfortable discussing this, as it's a part of me that only my family and two of my best friends are aware of. i am the kid that was found in the crossfire of someone's psychological and physical abuse to a big part of my mom's side of the family. i have been witness of the direct assaults as much as me, with my dad, have been constant witnesses of my mom's decaying mental health. i will be the first person to admit that i have assumed the worst of certain people and acted accordingly - and DEEPLY regretted it, to the point where one of my deepest regrets was me mistreating someone who never deserved it. someone i mistreated and that i will never have the chance to apologize to because they're gone. i started therapy shortly after, and ever since that moment i promised myself i would always react to emotionally charged moments with a levelhead.

i want to start off by saying that i am deeply sorry if any of words came off as invalidating of anyone's experience. my intention never was to make anyone feel as though they weren't entitled to feelings what they were feeling. i tried to make a point, several times, to clear up that THAT wasn't the case. nevertheless, if i made people feel like that, i deeply apologize. it was never my intention to make anyone feel bad about themselves. i am well aware i have lost followers and mutuals. i apologize personally for hurting you and letting you down. i don't expect this apology to be bonding experience or a bridge to fix things, nor do i want it to be, i think.

i'm going to try to explain my point of view because i feel like i didn't do a good job at it yesterday. in no way was i trying to defend anyone blindly. i understand how it might have come off that way. digging for information looked like me trying to bend over backwards to prove someone's innocence.

it wasn't the case. as i stated yesterday, i have been victim of doxxing. i have been the crowd's target. not just online but irl as well. i have suffered discrimination, abandonment, slander and verbal aggression from peers. again, both on the internet and outside of it. seeing people unite forces to spread malicious information and use hate speech on dream, both from outside and within the fandom, made me upset. not because it was dream, but because it has happened to me before. and speaking from personal experience, it's not something that i would EVER wish upon anyone. the only reason why i digged for information was for my own interest. because, as anon said, i need to see contrasted information before i make up my mind on something. as i have mentioned before, i second guessed dream for a second. i didn't wanna get it wrong. i didn't wanna give the benefit of the doubt to an obvious abuser. i understand how people wouldn't be comfortable looking for that information - in which case, all i ask is for people to not reach unfounded conclusions without looking at the evidence. it's deeply unfair and dangerous.

i then spoke about my experience with the leaked information in hopes of pacifying things. in a dash that, for one second, seemed very against dream.

from my point of view ollie IS innocent. god knows i don't have anything against the guy but i also don't have anything going for him that would make me jump straight into the pit. i don't think we'll ever get closure. from where i'm standing, i have decided that the piece of information that i am aware of makes him not guilty. i don't expect anyone to jump on this train, as much as i don't expect anyone to expect me to jump on theirs. at this point, there's no way of deciding which sides holds more truth. based on what i have read and searched, i have come to this conclusion.

if i defended ollie's name last night it wasn't because i blindly thought he was innocent, or that dream wasn't. everything i asked for yesterday was for some human decency. again, as someone who has been the target in an unfair situation (because as much as people might want to argue, the situation WAS, and in my opinion IS, up in the air). i cannot, and i can't stress it enough, tolerate any kind of slander and direct harassment towards anyone. it goes against my moral compass. respect is a basic human right.

i am hurt by the way things have been handled. much like i was asked to see the other side of the story, i wish people would have taken a second to entertain MY side of the story. i don't understand why i am being asked to look at it from their perspective/validate their feelings when im not getting the same treatment. i will always keep in mind the other person's feelings and thoughts, because that's just who i am as a person, despite the little to nothing that i have gotten in return. i think it's deeply unfair and upsetting. same way i see people disappointed/angry at other people who have called them out on their emotional responses, becuase it was "their way of coping", when they never entertained dream's own feelings. i don't understand why me, or dream, or anyone who was on his side, isn't getting the same treatment that they expect us to have.

nevertheless, again, i'm sorry for hurting anyone. never my intention.

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Security Breach: Aftermath

Chapter 17

Bonnie shifted awkwardly in the chair. When he'd told Chica he would tell her what happened to him when Freddy was back, he'd assumed the bear was long gone and he'd not have to say anything.

Then when Freddy had arrived back, and was being fixed, he assumed she had forgotten. But she always was smarter than most people gave her credit for. He always admired her for that.

The rabbit leaned forwards, looking down at his fingers in nervousness. "Just....promise me you won't think too badly of me. Please?" He said, his voice shaking a little. Freddy and Chica glanced at each other.

"Bonnie, I would not think poorly of you at all. You are my friend!" Exclaimed Freddy, confidently.

Chica meanwhile, got up from the sofa, before shifting the table to the side and easily moving the single chair so she could sit in front of the two boys, patting Bon on the arm as she sat down. "Bon, hun, freddy and I would never think badly if you. We missed you loads when you were gone."

Bonnie let out a deep sigh, his hands still shaking, but the reassurances of his two closest friends helped a lot. "O...OK, thanks guys." He smiled.

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It had been a normal night at the pizzaplex. The band, Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Roxy, had performed to a packed crowd, and they had spent the last few hours signing autographs for the kids and helping with birthdays.

Bonnie always loved playing games with the children, sometimes taking them bowling. He even had an outfit and a custom ball that he wouldn't let anyone except the birthday kid touch. If he was allowed by staff, he'd use the stage to play party tunes for the kid on his bass.

Tonight was no exception, so when the parties wound down at 10pm (management refused to allow them to go even a minute past the hour), he was feeling pretty drained. Still, he made his way around the pizzaplex slowly. Usually, he would hang out with freddy, but Freddy was in for routine maintenance on parts and services.

Still, he had one other place he liked hanging out, the new minigolf area had a rather unique feel to it, and while he hadn't talked much to the new animatronic running it, the two had enjoyed hanging out.

It had taken him a while to work his way around the pizzaplex, the crowd slowly dwindling as people gathered up kids and lost items and headed for the exit. He wasn't quite sure what time it was when it got quiet, the bun peeking out of his greenroom before sneaking out, heading for the door to the main stage. As he did so, there was a beep in his ear, before a small progress bar appeared in his vision.

He ignored it, guessing it was a normal update. The bunny symbol was cute though, and he trotted to the left, towards montygolf. He had wanted a rematch after the gator beat him, and to offer to bowl together sometime.

That was weird.... the bun wobbled slightly as the large shutter rolled up, granting him access to the gator golf entry area. He checked his power, surprised to see it already dropping to 20 %. No big deal, he'd just ask monty if he could use his charge pod before their game.

He staggered a little, his ears twitching. He could hear whispering. His head ached. No, this wasn't normal. "The children....." The voice whispered in his head. He glanced to the right. Some small kids were playing in foxy cove, their parents out of sight. "Wha...?" "Kill them."

His body twitched, the bun in shock as he stepped towards them before he turned, staggering around the corner by the lift. He felt sick, the fact this voice was in his head scared him. It felt like his mind was slowly being eaten away.

His gaze flickered to the progress bar for the new update, his gut feeling screaming that it was the cause of this, as the voice tried to order him after the children. The bar was already at 34% and climbing rapidly. He was already unable to shut off the connection, so that left two options.

If he could deactivate himself, the download would be unable to continue. Bonnie grunted, gripping the hatch on his upper arm and yanking it open to expose the manual switch. A quick flip and he'd shut off till parts and services could isolate the issue..... or that was the plan. The switch did nothing, just clicked idly as the voice cackled.

"No.....come on, think Bonnie." He grunted to himself. The only other option was to get out of range of the signal itself. There were a few places in the pizzaplex basement that had no signal, but at 42% already, he doubted he had time to reach anywhere underground.

A ding drew his attention, making him glance at the lift doors. Someone had used it to reach montygolf. But if he needed to get to the basement, the lift didn't go that far......but the shaft did.

The bunnie robot staggered across to the lift doors, forcing them open and peering down the darkened shaft. He could just about make out the shape of the lift further down. Was this really the only way? With 46% of his files now corrupted, he didn't want to risk what would happen when he was in the minority of control, so he jumped into the darkness.

The fall was quick, the rabbit instantly regretting the decision as he failed to clear the lift completely, his right leg snapping clean off as he fell, his body tumbling down and landing with a heavy crunch at the bottom of the shaft.

Bonnie let out a pained gasp, whimpering in the darkness as the doors above already closed, sealing him in. He glanced at the download bar. It had halted at 48%, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

He could still feel the corruption, but with no signal, the voice had stopped. It was quiet, and he appreciated that for the moment.

It was a little later when he was roused from his rest mode. Someone was next to him, humming a tune. "Who....is that?" He groaned, his voice glitchy and damaged. The figure turned, a white bunny costume lit by his eyes as theirs glowed an almost Ruby red back. The figure raised a finger to the mouth of the rabbit mask, causing Bonnie to look confused as she soon reached for his left arm.

He screamed in pain, wires crackling as she yanked the limb free, setting it next to her as hydraulic fluid and oil pooled around his pain wracked body. She had already collected his damaged leg and she idly traced a finger up it, humming a tune.

He scrambled back, cowering in the corner as she leaned close, his broken limbs allowing him no purchase as he sobbed, her hands gripping his face gently, stroking his cheeks as she looked into his eyes, before she brought up the knife and started digging one out of his screaming face.

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By the time he finished, Chica had a trash can and was dry heaving into it. Even Freddy didn't know what to say.

"Well.... now you guys know how I got this cool purple eye?" He joked, trying to ease the tension in the room before Chica hurled the trashcan at his head, knocking him off the chair. "How could you think that we'd be OK with you joking about something like that.......give me that can, I'm going to be sick...." She complained and tried to not throw up at the same time.

Freddy looked worried. "Bonnie, are you not worried that the update will begin again?" He asked as Chica begun filling the trash can up, making both Freddy and Bonnie lean away, though Bonnie patted her on the back as she did so.

"Not really. I already partitioned off all my corrupted code and make sure to compare any updates to it to avoid reinfection. " The bun said with a shrug. "I can show you two how I did it in case they go for you too, but it's been two years since they got me." The bun admitted with a chuckle.

Chica's voice came muffled from the bin. "I forgot I ate that....." She groaned weakly, making the other two chuckle.

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astro-rain · 3 years

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter seven - “the king is dead”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: shuri has awful news. the reader is terrified but bucky is strangely calm. the world is turned upside down, and not in a good way.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: this was so fun to write omg get ready it’s finally getting interesting!!! (as always, OC on my wattpad @ / typicaldaze)

Months had gone by since that day at the lake. Countless therapy sessions had been endured, several hard questions asked, many many issues worked through. Bucky suffered through a few more anxiety attacks along the way, but they never hindered his resolve, thanks to (Y/N). They had made progress, good, solid progress. Bucky was pleased; (Y/N) was thrilled. It's hard to see change when you're the one going through it. However, to the person guiding that change, every step forward is recognized. She was proud. She was genuinely proud of him. He wasn’t “fixed,” he still had struggles, but he was a lot better off then before.

There was something peculiar, though. Their relationship was strictly professional, (Y/N) knew that. However, she couldn't help but feel as though along the sidelines of their progress, they had grown to become friends. She knew that, clinically, this was not appropriate, but there were no corporate guidelines she was working under. She was helping him. So, what would it matter if after all this was over, they were friends? What would it matter if his therapist also operated as his friend? Hell, she didn't even have an official therapist position here! Sharon just sent her to help. (Y/N) had decided she didn't care about the boundaries being crossed. Nothing ever went wrong with someone gaining a friend. It's fine.

Regardless, the two of them had thoroughly addressed the anxiety and the PTSD, and he now officially had both diagnoses. He understood himself and his brain so much better, and with (Y/N)'s help, he not only acknowledged his disorders, but accepted them. She taught him to not see them as the enemy, not something that was wrong with him. They were just a part of him, same as his brown hair or blue eyes.

Bucky was so much more open now. He was less on edge and more comfortable, especially around her. In all honesty, he was usually his most comfortable with her. He had coping skills and everything!

This was all grand and good, but (Y/N) hoped with everything in her that it wouldn't be ruined by the present disaster.

"I thought he was automatically supposed to be king?" (Y/N) asked, confused.

She was at her weekly meeting with Shuri for Bucky's treatment plan, and the young genius had just told her she couldn't make it next week due to T'Challa's coronation.

"He is," Shuri started, "but it's Wakandan tradition to open the position up to a dual. So, his rule isn't set in stone."

"Oh... What if someone... challenges him?"

"Then they will fight! However, I have no worries. T'Challa is a great warrior, and though I doubt anyone would challenge him, he would win if they did."

(Y/N) admired the faith Shuri had in her brother. She could tell their bond was strong.

"Couldn't you technically challenge him?"

Shuri revealed a kind of devilish smirk that only a sibling can muster. "Oh, I have thought about it. But I am much more useful in my lab, and T'Challa wouldn't know what to do with himself if he wasn't in charge."

(Y/N) looked back on the memory anxiously as she stared in horror at the look on Shuri's face. A wicked mix of fear, grief, and stress drained all the color from the princess' normally dark, beautiful skin. Shuri had always radiated confidence and composure; seeing this change worried (Y/N) deeply.

"The King is dead."

Her face became void of any expression and all she could process was fear. She thought she gasped but she couldn't remember breathing out again. Her brain was frozen. (Y/N) was in a foreign country that just lost its monarch. She was alone, and all the people she was relying on to protect her just had their kingdom invaded and taken over by someone with the word kill as part of their nickname. She was almost certain that this would be her end.

"Dr. (Y/L/N)?" Shuri said unsteadily. "Did you hear me?"

"Y-Yes I... What are we going to do?" her voice was weak and small. Pathetic and afraid.

Then, thoughts of Bucky crossed her mind. What would happen to him? He could fight, she supposed, but he doesn't have any weapons or gear and he'd be against an entire regime. What if they killed him? What if they tortured him? Different scenarios quickly flashed through her brain, but she could only one concrete thought.

I have to find him.

"My family and I have a plan, but we can't take you with us."

Any remaining semblance of hope dissipated from (Y/N)'s body, and she swore she could feel her veins quiver with apprehension.

"What?"

Her voice felt far away.

"It is not ideal, and I'd never leave you unless I had to. But Agent Everett Ross is here. It's a long story, but as you know, he can't find out about Sergeant Barnes. He can't know that either of you are here. If we take you with us, it could compromise everything we've been working for," the nervous princess explained.

"So... what of me and Bucky?"

"Again, it's a long story, but there's a... sort of fallout shelter - I guess you could call it - that was built years and years ago when the first tribes of Wakanda were constantly at war with one another. I will give you supplies and directions, and you two must go there and remain hidden until this is all over."

Fantastic. (Y/N) would get to play Cold War nuclear fallout in Wakanda.

"How will we know?"

Shuri gave her a somber look. A look of uncertainty and immense guilt.

"I wish I could apologize enough, my partner, but I do not know. I promise I will try to contact you as soon as I get any information, but for now we must hurry. We do not have much time."

With that, Shuri took (Y/N)'s arm and quickly led her her outside. It was late afternoon and the air was beginning to cool. They ran, locked together, until they met the Queen under a large tree among the outskirts of a nearby forest. The woman looked just as shaken up as Shuri.

(Y/N) could see bags of different shapes and sizes at the base of the tree. She could only hope whatever was in there was sufficient for survival.

Shuri immediately embraced her mother, but the moment was short lived as she then bent down to gather the bags.

The Queen placed her hands gently on the sides of the psychologist’s face. "I am so sorry, child. This does not involve you in the slightest yet you are swept up in the middle of it."

Shuri handed her mother the bags and they both geared (Y/N) up with all her supplies. It was heavy. Really heavy. She realized she was carrying supplies for two. Then, there was panic.

"What about Bucky?"

"Barnes doesn't know about any of this yet. I thought it best he heard it from you," Shuri expained, "and we cannot afford anymore delays. Us or you. You must go now, tell Barnes what is happening and go. I wish I could be more help, but we simply don't have the time."

(Y/N) nodded, trying to process all the chaos. She was internalizing every bit of it. As a result, she was once again, frozen.

"Dr. (Y/L/N)!" Shrui exclaimed.

Her head shot up, snapped out of it.

"Go! You must go!"

And with that, (Y/N) took off. She had been in Wakanda long enough to know her way around the castle's surrounding land. Her speed didn't last very long as she was carrying for two, but she tried all she could to keep going as quickly as possible.

Eventually she found herself outside of Bucky's living quarters. She didn't know what to do, so she knocked.

An array of different emotions went through Bucky's face. At first he looked pleased, but then he saw the horror etched into (Y/N)'s features, and the bags she was carrying. He could tell something was wrong.

"What happened?" he asked, surprisingly calm, while immediately taking some of the bags from (Y/N). He still only had one arm but that really didn't seem to matter to him.

She was out of breath, face flushed and eyes wide.

"The King is dead," she said breathlessly. "Someone... someone killed him a-and took over."

Bucky didn't look as scared as (Y/N) felt. In fact, he looked... totally fine? She was so out of it she wanted to curl up in a hole and allow natural death. How was the anxious man she was accustomed to so at ease? The world was flipped upside down and (Y/N) had no control. She wished there was a word stronger than fear because she couldn't even describe what she was feeling.

"Okay," Bucky said, gently taking another bag, leaving her with only one to carry, "What did Shuri say? What do we have to do?"

She shook her head, trying to regain her breath and her composure. "There's um - there's a fallout shelter thing we have to go to. Here."

She handed him a crumpled up piece of paper that Shuri gave her. A map with directions. (Y/N) knew he would've been better at locating it than she could at that moment.

"Alright," more of the calm voice filled her ears. "Anything else?"

"There are more details, but - we don't have time," she sighed, restlessly. Her voice began to shake ever so slightly. "Bucky, I'm so sorry. We have to go now. I promise I'll tell you everything."

"Okay," he said again. He bent down slightly, looking her directly in the eyes. " (Y/N), we're fine, okay? We're good, and we're gonna be fine. I will get us there. Are you ready?"

She nodded, steeling herself.

Bucky looked at the map, then glanced up in the direction of the shelter. He took (Y/N)’s forearm firmly. She gave him a look, confirming she was ready. And off they went.

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eurynome827 · 3 years

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Talk To Me

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles and @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Drunk In Love Challenge - Day 15 - Lovesick ...with Bucky Barnes

This is a prompt from @aliceaddellheidde who is so kind and supportive - I hope you like this Valentine for you 💕

1. “Be mine until the end of time.”

5. “You’re more than just a one night stand.”

19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss

Warnings: bit of angst and anxiety, miscommunication, non-descriptive & vague smut, I have no idea how this got so long - my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

It's only been two weeks since that night with Bucky, but in your anxious, over-hyped brain it felt like months.

Mornings of awkward side-steps to avoid each other in the kitchen and hands brushing while reaching for milk and mugs, then pulling back as if his touch was enough to burn you. Briefings spent studiously ignoring each other. Dinners at opposite ends of the table, where you opted to eat quickly and make an early escape nightly.

Let's not even mention the horror of the gym. If you saw him there, shirtless in his workout shorts, you just turned the other way and vacated the entire area... sometimes the entire building.

Nat tried to talk to you and get you to open up, but you weren't budging. Finally, after two awkward weeks for everyone, it fell to Steve.

"Alright, pal," he said softly, walking next to you in Central Park since you had refused to discuss anything in the Tower, "let's hear it. What's going on with you and Bucky?"

A heavy sigh, and a pain in your chest. "Nothing. Absolutely, completely nothing."

"C'mon, something happened."

"HappenED, Steven. Past tense."

He put his hand on your arm to stop you, looking into your eyes with his sincere gaze. "You gotta tell me what's going on."

You stared at the pavement, sighed again, and started talking.

Two weeks ago...

Another party. A nightmare for your anxiety but at least you had Bucky. He was always someone to cling to at these events, quick with a joke to make you smile or a getaway when it was just too much. Of course you had a huge crush on him but you felt almost comforted in your belief that he would never know and even if he did he would certainly never act on it.

But that night he did.

At the doorway to your room you turned your head, not knowing that Bucky was aiming for a kiss on your cheek. Your lips collided and you pulled away with a nervous giggle but stood frozen in place, eyes locked on his, feeling the air between you charge up with an unfamiliar energy.

You nearly fell into your room, held tightly in Bucky's arms, mouths hungrily seeking each other out. An unlikely night of wordless passion - notable because there were no words, then or in the morning when you found your bed cold and empty. No notes, no texts, no messages - and Bucky gone, on a mission with Nat and Steve.

You saw him in the hallway when he had returned, and bolted in the other direction.

There were no words you wanted to give. Just the cold, hard feeling in your chest when you thought of him, the memories of that night frozen in an ache that lived in your heart. You weren't enough and his presence was always there to remind you. Lovesick, with no cure.

"Okay, but," Steve squeezed your hands, "you never gave him a chance to explain."

"Explain what?" You pulled your hands back, hugging yourself. "That he didn't want me?"

"You don't know that. Bucky has a hard time opening up under the best of circumstances, but if someone is going out of their way to avoid him? Impossible."

A little bit of guilt is starting to edge in for the way you've been acting. "Did you talk to him about this?"

"Yeah, he wouldn't say a thing. Figured I could get you to talk, though."

Steve gives you a little grin, and you narrow your eyes. "You're sneaky, but you're making sense. It's just...this is hard. Really hard for me. I'm not good at this," you admit, biting your lip and keeping your arms tight around yourself still. Steve pries them away, holding your hands in his and making you meet his gaze.

"Neither is Bucky. Talk to him."

It's with that pain in your chest that lives next to the heavy beat of your heart that you knock on Bucky's door that night, long after the Tower has quieted down for the night. Bucky opens the door and his eyes open wide at the sight of you, and he stands in silence waiting for you to speak.

"Can I come in?" Your voice sounds small to you but it echoes in your head as you wait for Bucky to step to the side so you can pass through. It's still quiet inside, Bucky staring at you and the ice in your chest thaws and a river of words flow out.

"You left, and you didn't leave a note. No note, no text, nothing. What was I supposed to think? The only thing I could think, which was that you didn't want me, you don't want me."

A little panic is starting to rise in his eyes, and he reaches for you, "doll..."

"You know how I get, how I am. What was I supposed to think?" You ask again, lip trembling as tears threaten to spill.

"I know, I know," Bucky rushes forward, cupping your cheeks with both hands, warm and cool. "I'm sorry, I should have said something."

"And we ruined our friendship for a one night stand that you didn't even want in the first place."

The first tears start to fall and he brushes them away, his face growing more serious. "No, that's not true. You’re more than just a one night stand." Shaking your head, you try to step back but Bucky's hold is firm. "I'm not always good with words, doll. Let me show you," he pulls you in and your breath stutters in your throat, "let me show you how much I want you."

His lips on yours bring all the memories crashing back and you're feeling weak in his arms, letting him lead you and guide you. When you break apart for air, your eyes open slowly to see his, all dark and fixed on you. "Are you sure, Bucky? Do you want to do this?"

The answer is a kiss that soothes all the ache in your heart, a kiss that doesn't need words to back it up. If this is how Bucky Barnes is going to communicate with you, then you just need to let that be enough and listen, because his heart is speaking to yours.

In his bed, your head is swimming with emotions as he takes his time revealing you to his eyes. He holds his breath as you explore him with your fingers - the line and form of him that you remember from that night, the memory grown sweet again in this moment.

"I need you to talk to me, Bucky," you ask softly, while you're both still as you adjust to the feeling of him inside you. "I need to hear what you're thinking."

He understands, and he kisses your lips, another sign of reassurance. "I want you," he whispers against your skin, lips dragging open mouthed and heated. "I need you," his mouth travels lower and his hips start to move, your whimpers joining his words. "I'll never let you think that I don't want you again. I promise." His eyes are back on yours, and his hands link with yours and his body joins to yours - and he's yours. "Be mine," he says and you nod, your pleasure written all over your face.

"Be mine until the end of time."

"Yes."

The bed is warm in the morning and Bucky is still pressed to you, holding you in his arms. You smile when you open your eyes and see him looking at you.

"G'morning," he drawls, low and husky in your ear as he cuddles in close.

"Good morning," you answer, but your voice is thick with tears again and he lifts his head to look up at you.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Bucky, I'm so sorry."

"Don't cry, babydoll, I'm sorry too."

"I want to wake up like this every morning, okay?" He nods, smiling at you and kissing you softly. "I was just sick without you, Bucky. I thought there wasn't a cure, but I was wrong. It's you. It's always been you."

#hbc drunk drabbles #rwlc drunk in love challenge #bucky barnes #divider by imerdwarf

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moon-simmers · 3 years

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Cushing Residence.

Percival: Did our Clara have a daughter? But they weren’t even married, how did that happen?

Augusts: Don’t be innocent, Percy. A daughter out of wedlock, in a small town like Brindleton. I don’t want to imagine what they said about our family or the Redwoods.

Amber: You two shut up! Our father can hear you. My nerves can’t stand not knowing that he’s arguing with Lord Redwood.

Jeanne: I can’t hear what they’re saying. Your father is surely thinking about how to fix this situation.

Andrew: I promise you, Lord Cushing, I was unaware of Clara’s situation. My family has never sent me their letters, Suzette’s birth was a surprise to me, too.

Claudius: How could they have done this? I had forbidden Clara from having a relationship with you, Lord Redwood. How come they didn’t even engaged?

Clara: We were going to engage with him as soon as the war was over, but we didn’t think it would last that long. Lord and Lady Redwood thought he was looking for an advantageous marriage and refused to see Suzette as their granddaughter.

I raised her inside this house with Amber and Mom

Claudius: Our lastname will be the stain of the city, if not already after four years. I must speak to your parents, young Andrew, in order to clarify this situation.

Andrew: Allow me to do that , Lord Cushing. My parents wouldn't allow themselves to be involved in controversies.

I am the only son and therefore the only heir, they would 't dare to hand over the family patrimony in the betrothed of my sisters. Clara and Suzette are moving to Whiskerspark, im promise.

Claudius: Lord Redwood, I trusted his ignorance of Clara and your word. Don’t worry about my blessing, as long as you’re in charge of supporting and providing for my daughter and granddaughter there will be no problem between us.

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The One Where Armin Arlert And [Y/N] Yeager Never Get To Say The Words They Really Wanted To Say.

Death Trigger Warning.

Edited: 1-25-2021

Armin took a minute to compose himself before he entered the infirmary. He rubbed his sweaty, clammy hands up and down on his pants, wiping the residue liquid off as he took a minute to calm himself and figure out how to compose his words to the person he was looking for. He pushed the doors open and walked in towards the people he was looking for: The Yeager siblings, [Y/N], and Eren.

"How's the arm holding up?"

"It's fine. You know me, I regenerate like crazy, it'll practically be good as new by tonight."

Armin decides to address Eren first, far too nervous to address you and his thoughts. Your arms were crossed as you sat on the edge of an infirmary bed, your eyes never leaving Captain Hanji as she looks over your leg to see if anything was broken. Eren would have crossed his own arms, but he had one in a sling, his eyes, however, were glaring at the back of your head, burning an imaginary hole.

"Doesn't even matter, Captain Levi is making me sit out tomorrow's expedition."

"Rightly so!"

You bark your words out at your brother, upset that he was upset at his punishment. His punishment for starting a fight that is. Your dumb brother overheard you telling private information to the other girls in your squad, private information about your love life. Ultimately it resulted in an argument, which led to a physical fight, where you broke his arm and it felt like he twisted your ankle.

"You're sitting out the expedition because you injured yourself in a fight that you started. Not my fault Captain Levi saw me beat your ass."

"All right [Y/N], it looks like your ankle is all good. You might've just pulled a muscle, I would stay off it for the rest of the day, but you should be good to go on the expedition tomorrow."

Hanji stood up from her crouched position to go check on Erens arm again. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't happy that you had broken Eren's arm. It was completely thrilling to observe how fast the boy's injuries could heal, completely exhilarating to have the chance to do further research on him.

"And stay out of fights when Levi is around!"

"Wouldn't have been a fight if [Y/N] knew how to control herself."

"Says the boy who threw the first hit."

You jumped up from the edge of the bed and pulled your sock and boot back onto your foot before you took off out of the infirmary to go to your bedroom and rest as Captain Hanji said to. Armin followed you out into the hall, hesitant to say what he wanted to. The thought had been floating around his head ever since after he saw you and Eren fight, ever since Captain Levi had sent you both to the infirmary followed by a few choice words. He had been too far to hear what was said, but it soon spread among the squads that Eren was being forced to sit out tomorrow's expedition.

"Maybe you should sit out tomorrow's expedition too."

You stopped in your tracks as soon as Armin's words hit your ears. You quickly turned around to face Armin with furrowed brows. Your lips tipped down into a frown. Hurt and upset at what he was proposing. Was he really on Eren's side of the argument? He didn't even know what the argument was really about.

"Why should I sit it out?"

"You pulled a muscle in your ankle, your weak and-"

"Wow, thanks for that."

Armin backtracked his words. He was nervous, that wasn't what he meant to say. Not even in the slightest. You're growing upset expression and aggravation only caused Armin's nervousness to grow more.

"That's not what I meant. I just, I don't want to lose any more comrades, I don't want to lose you. Petra died in the last expedition, so many people died in the last expedition. Eren would be so upset if you died, just sit out."

"I can't believe you. Do you hear how selfish that sounds? I don't care if I'm weak, we signed up for this knowing what it entitled. Captain Hanji said my ankle will be perfectly good by tomorrow morning, not that I'll need to be on my legs much anyway."

"[Y/N], I didn't mean it like you're weak. I just think you work better when you have Eren with you. I just think you should stay with Eren, makeup from your fight, let your ankle rest more."

You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep your gathering tears in. Whether he meant you were weak in general, or if he was referring to your ankle didn't matter. Nothing hurt more than having the guy you like tell you how weak you are. Nothing hurt more than having the guy you like tell you that you should sit out on the sidelines while other people risk their life.

There was nothing more insulting or embarrassing.

"You and Eren can screw yourselves. It’s a pulled muscle, not a sprained bone, I'm going on the expedition. Captain Hanji thinks I'm well enough, and Captain Levi wants me in his squad. He trusts me, he thinks I'm strong enough, so I'm going. End of story."

You turned around and made your way to your room, you would've run off but you wanted to let your ankle rest like Captain Hanji had said to. The tears make their way down your cheeks once the door is closed. Why did he think you were so weak? You had progressed and grew so much. You knew you were weak, so you worked harder. You knew you were weak so you sought out advice and help from Captain Levi.

You were a far better soldier than you were at the last expedition. You would show him. You would show him how good and strong you were.

It wasn't long before the morning of the expedition arrived. With a heavy heart you had rolled out of bed and pulled your gear onto your body. You fastened each strap and buckle, your mind racing equally fast as the leather material. Expeditions were dangerous, you knew this, you knew the risks. You knew the risks and the horrors, the fear, and realities of the statics of you not making it back. Yet, you also knew it was your duty to go on the expedition.

You quickly brushed your fingers through your hair as best as you could before pulling it up into a hair tie making a bun as best and neat as you could. Captain Levi hated when people didn't look presentable, or rather he equated presentable with clean. You briskly walked down to the cafeteria and grabbed a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. It wasn't exactly your favorite, but it was what there was available. You sat down at your usual table with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin. Eren didn't look happy in the slightest, still bitter over getting benched. Armin looked, guilty, sad almost, whereas Mikasa had no clue what exactly had happened between you all, but undoubtedly, she was on Eren’s side.

You knew Armin hadn't meant to exactly call you weak. The fact was, you and him were some of the weakest soldiers inside of the Survey Corps. But you had gotten stronger, so much stronger and better. It hurt and deeply bothered you that Armin didn't seem to take notice of that. You wanted him to see you as someone strong and worthy.

You didn't dare look Armin in the eyes, and he didn't dare look at you. Instead, you kept your eyes casted down on your bowl, eating every last drop of sludge while you ignored Armin and your brother. It wasn't tasteful, but it did provide energy that would be needed for the expedition. As soon as you were done taking in your breakfast, you stood up and wrapped your green jacket around your body.

"Good luck. Kill a titan for me."

You bring your head up to where Eren and Armin were. His eyes were upset, but if he was he didn't voice it. It didn't matter, he thought you were weak. He thinks you’re weak and pathetic. You don't address him, instead you respond to your brother. Your brother, who despite being angry at you for getting him benched, was not going to allow himself to let you go beyond the walls thinking he was angry at you. He wouldn't let you go beyond the walls, risking your life, without partially fixing things. You could resume your hatefest as soon as you come back for all he cared, but for the time being, he wanted you focused on the mission.

"I will. Gotta make up for you’re stupid ass getting benched."

"Whatever. I love you, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I love you too. Quit acting like I'm leaving, I'm gonna come back, that's a promise."

"I know. Just keep Armin safe for me."

You turned on your heel and stalked off towards the stable, where most of the soldiers were already gathering to get their own horses prepped and ready to leave. Eren didn't see it, but you had a small smile on your face. Just the knowledge that he wasn't that mad at you, was like having a heavyweight lifted off your shoulders. You hated going into expeditions when your brother was upset with you, while you planned to keep your promise to Eren, there was still that chance of dying and charging into the unknown. With him being mad at you, was like dying with regrets.

You grabbed your saddle and made your way into your horses stable. You saddled her and placed the reins on her face before you adjusted each buckle and hook correctly, then you pulled her outside and placed one foot on the bootstrap before pulling yourself up and swinging your other leg over. You guilded your horse out towards the rest of your squad, but not before you passed Armin.

"Hey."

"What?"

An indecipherable expression crossed Armin’s face. He wanted to tell you that he was sorry for arguing with you yesterday, he wanted to say it wasn't out of thinking you were weak, but out of his feelings. His deep, rooted feelings for you. He didn't think he was strong enough, that was the problem. He wasn't strong enough to protect you, and not having Eren there to back you up either bothered him. That was the real reason he wanted to stay back, and that was what he wanted to tell you, yet the words got stuck in his throat.

"Stay safe, okay?"

"Yeah. You too."

You click at your horse to get her going over to Levi's squad who then guides you outside of the walls. The first hour of riding went well. No distractions, and a lack of titans. It was too good to be true. You should have known there would be complications later on in the mission, a lack of titans meant you would later on come across a hoard. Unfortunately, among that hoard was an abnormal.

You saw it running directly at Armin. The strings in your heart pulled strongly against your chest. He had this, he had this didn't he? You had gotten stronger, you wanted him to see that, but that meant you had to treat him like he had gotten stronger too. It only takes one quick look in his direction too see there were too many titans, his squad was wrapped up, and it looked like some of them were missing, they needed help.

You quickly pulled on your reigns, changing course and charging after the abnormal. Once you reached Armin you pulled out your ODM gear to attach yourself to a tree and slice the abnormal titan’s neck open. It didn't stop there, not when there were so many, you sliced and diced, getting to as my napes as you could. You stopped for just a second, catching your breath on a tree branch. You thought they were all down and taken care of, you did it, you took down so many. You turned over to Armin and threw him a smile. 'See, I'm strong, now'.

Your smile dropped as you saw a titan approach from behind him. Quickly, you sprung into action by using your ODM gear, and Eren’s words rung in your head. Protect him, protect Armin. You just were not quick enough. This was a lifestyle you chose. You knew the risks, you knew the dangers, you knew the statistics of not coming back. You were not quick enough, all you could do was knock Armin out of the way, taking his place instead. The titan smacked you harshly against a tree making your body fling back as Captain Levi sliced its nape open meticulously.

Your body began to slide down the tree, but you knew you wouldn't be making it home. Something snapped, you heard it. Something broke, and it aches all over. You put your hand on your stomach to see a sword sticking out. Your own damn sword. It must’ve gotten knocked around when you flung in the air. Armin quickly flew over to you and placed his hands on your stomach, the blood seeped through to his fingertips, no matter how hard he applied pressure.

"It's gonna be okay, you've gotta make it back. You promised Eren. You promised him."

"Armin... It's- ok- Okay. "

You struggled to get your words out through the pain. Your body felt so cold, so numb. You wanted to tell him how you felt, the insurmountable feelings you'd kept in and desperately hidden for so long. You couldn't find yourself to say the words, you just wanted to shut down. Shut down and close your eyes, shut down and rest. You slowly moved your bloody hands up to his face, and cupped his cheeks. He hand moved his right hand up and kept your hand there as tears slid down his cheeks.

"Don't close your eyes, please don't close your eyes!"

"T-Take care of, him. Mm-kay?"

Your uttered out your very last words. You barely managed to get them out, but you desperately needed to say them. You needed to go knowing Eren was safe, you needed to go knowing he would be taken care of. You needed to go with a mind of peace. That would be enough so long as he kept Eren safe. You needed your death not to be in vain. Your body didn't give him time to reply, it didn't give him time to say yes, I'll take care of him.

"No don't. Please... Please don't. Please stop! Please!"

Your eyes fluttered close, and the hand he held against his cheek went limp and grew ever so cold against him. You were gone, you were dead. Armin pulled you, and your still blood pooling body against his. He wrapped his arms around you and let his sobs dissipate into your now cold neck. You were gone, he had to get back to moving. You were gone, he needed to toss your body with the other dead bodies, should Captain Levi say they had the room to carry you back home. You were gone, and it was his fault. You were gone, he would have to live with this forever.

Eren stood by the entrance to the stables. He had just finished cleaning out all the stalls and refilling all the troughs with food and water, before Captain Levi left he told Eren to use this opportunity to clean out the empty stalls. He suspected that they would be returning soon, it had been a long time since you left. Eren would be lying if he said he didn't worry about you being outside the walls without him. He feared that one day you would face the same fate as your mother. He felt more at ease knowing Mikasa and Armin were out there with you. They'd help you, and you'd help them. You'd keep each other safe, and you all would return to him.

The sound of hooves could be heard as horses rode into the Survey Corps, headed straight to the stables where the hungry and thirsty horses could finally take a rest. Eren spotted Armin and gave him a wave before he kept on searching for you with his eyes. Armin slid off of his horse, not giving care as it walked off in search of water. All he cared about at that moment was talking to Eren.

He had to tell him, he felt like it needed to come from him. You were gone, you were dead. You died in his arms, and he wasn't quick enough to save you. He had to tell Eren what happened, but how do you even begin that conversation. How do you tell your best friend that his little sister is dead? That the last of his family is now gone?

"Why are you covered in blood? What happened?"

Eren's words fell on nearly deaf ears. He didn't hear him, not really, just the moving of his lips. He was still drowning in the shock. Your blood was on his clothes, your blood was dried against his skin. He hadn't been able to even bring your body home, and he wasn't even sure what had happened to your horse.

"Where's [Y/N]?"

"She- Eren... She's gone."

"No. You're... You're wrong. [Y/N] wouldn't- She promised me."

Eren clenched his fists at his side. There was no way you were gone, you couldn't be. You were all the family he had left. You promised him that you'd come back. There were still things he needed to do with you. You were supposed to help him rid the world of titans, you were supposed to get married and have him walk you down the aisle, he needed to watch you grow old with him in a titanless world. He was your big brother, he was supposed to protect you.

"Eren, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. She was a hero, she saved me. She died a hero."

"You bastard!"

With one quick motion, Eren pushed his clenched fist across Armin's face. He pulled it back and hit him again until he was on the ground. He hits him again and again, in a rageful frenzy. Armin just laid back and let Eren have his way with him. Every cut and bruise, he deserved. He deserves this. He should've saved you. He should've protected you for Eren. He should've been better.

"She loved you! She loved you, you bastard."

Tears streamed down Erens cheeks as Mikasa and Jean pulled him off of Armin. Armin let his tears trickle down his face and mix in with his own open wounds. The tears stung but it didn't match the ache in his heart. You felt the same way about him. You felt the same way about him the entire time, and now he would never get to tell you he returned those feelings.

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beann-e · 3 years

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um wow , idk what to say i’m a bit flustered but i hope i say it right. I was only gone for a couple of days and this is what I come back to. 😮 Tysm guys I love you all thank you for taking the time out of your scrolls to even follow me >:’) So, I decided to follow through on my haikyu x police force idea and here it is a sneak peek! I hope you enjoy !

May 1 , 2021

-recording take one

" I am under oath to tell you that everything being said here today will be used to further the investigation against yourself. That being said If you choose to answer a question or provide a statement I will have no choice but to write it down to be processed and turned into someone of higher authority than me is that clear "

" i'd say that's a bit — well stupid to me saying yes when your the highest fish on the food chain no? "

" what else can I say except lucky you that everything you say won't be passed around and relayed much less having your words twisted by those listening "

" cute "

" i'd say same goes to you if you weren't chained up in front of me right now — I might've just asked you out on a date "

" i'm free friday at 10 — though it's in the morning so I pose the question— Would you like to sneak me from my court case baby I promise i’ll make it up to you "

" mm i'll think about it seeing as though i'm the one escorting you to your new cell anyways we might just have to have a uh a talk inside hmm"

" what no balls ? "

" sadly none —or at least physically seeing as though i'm a woman "

" I never would've guessed if it wasn't for the way that suit hugs your curves — your pretty full out huh you must be fun "

" i've gotten that before though people tend to say i’m a bit more fun elsewhere "

" aw you wound me you didn’t tell me I had competition babe “

" of course not your first in line in my eyes, it sucks that the ring on my finger says differently though "

" isn't that sweet I might just have to take you up on your offer "

" oh? didn't think you'd be so excited ,much less interested on being the first one on my list to be put in jail but, I guess i'll try my best to speed your trial up for you if that's what you want "

The rooms silence was heavy as the camera panned the room. Your fingers silently being clawed into the table as it drained all your anger from you.

Your shoe tapping against the floor with a slight grimace appearing on your face when you heard the buttons on the camera in front of you being pressed.

" what no slick comment ? " A heartfelt laugh moved to fill the once silent room as you watched small hands wrap around the camera and fix it to where it showed nothing but your upset face—fingertips slamming down one by one on the table

" don't you have a fucking job to do glasses "

" aw what happened no more flirty y/n ? "

"your an asshole— I don’t know why I expected much in the first place seeing as though you were trained under him "

" such a foul mouth — you do know this is going on your transcripts right ? " the eyes in front of you narrowing on you the voice only coming out in mock care for your situation " you wouldn't want the jury — much less the judge reading this when their deciding your sentence right ? "

Your fingers glided over the table and into a fist in front of you as your head went to look down at the table

" you've grown submissive so fast "

" I find it hard to believe you don't like that kind of thing fucking pervert "

" aw you wound me — but if I had to supply you with an answer to your question— I can imagine your dying to know since you've been flirting with a married woman this whole time "

" married? "

" I know your observant y/n you have to be " the next words making you breathe heavily " I mean the way you noticed your s/o was cheating before they could even notice themselves is just wow"

The click of the door being heard as a deep voice made its way in the room " Kiyoko your not allowed in here "

" I have just as much right to be in here as anyone else — "

" but I could’ve sworn I just said you don't — so again why the hell are you in here ? "

The room turning cold with the woman in front of you straightening herself up not wanting to go back and forth with the male in front of her but, at the same time not wanting to come across as small, being seen as a woman down here was hard much less having your own husband be relatively close to the one in charge " I came down here to test out inmate 4890 psyche"

" did anyone give you that kind of permission? that kind of clearance ? to even get down here in the first place ? "

" I mean their hidden underground so i'd say their the main event down here "

" you can't just come down here to see it whenever you see fit "

" but I was interested in the way it's mind works "

" what the hell am I an attraction at sea world? "

" your whatever the fuck I want you to be " your once strong eyes were met with brown ones that held your gaze almost testing you— daring you.

You seeing the hate swirl with annoyance meeting to radiate off of him. His face made up in a snarl as he finally turned his whole body to you.

Arms crossed across his chest eyes now lazily focused on you causing a chill to move through your spine. Youd never wanted to grow submissive to anyone and you never had not in all your years of living so why were you now?

Kiyokos eyes moving from between you to the male in front of her and back. Her body already telling you she knew something was off by the way you'd just been playful with her until you felt the energy shift by someone elses approach showing how easily your personality could changed.

Something was off and she was interested

" if necessary I can always stay and play mediato— "

" your ok " he smiled widely " we're fine together — down here "

your body shifted in the seat wrists being pulled back and down to the table by the chain in front of you when you heard his claim.

" y/n ' s good with that — their fine ive known them a long time I can speak for them — we’ve done this before countless times this isn't their first crime maybe one of this stature yes but "

" mhmm " the woman in front of you shook her head lightly before leaving the room your heart clenching tightly when you heard the door click closed

" I just wanna do my job and then i'll get out ok y/n " the fake sympathy in his voice shining through as he put down his clipboard on the table before standing behind the chair at the table across from you

" god " his voice was heavy as he spoke " it's like you get hotter and hotter everytime we see each other " his body moving around the small rectangular table " it's such a shame "

Your body tensing when you felt him nearing you only to keep going past you.

Body letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding only to restore another one when you heard the click of the camera turning off and powering down.

Your eyes darting around the room to watch him out of the corner of them reaching up to turn off the corner camera that showed the police force what was happening in the room

Not that they would care seeing as though he was chief he could do anything he wanted to you and not have to tell anyone in his unit. It didn't help that you were a world renowned criminal now you'd fully fucked this up for yourself

" crazy how your fucked yourself over " his words only confirming the thought in your head " you were only into petty crimes before so I could barely get my hands on you i'd always have to pass you over to everyone else because no one of my status ever needed to intervene — though I would've loved to— just to feel the way your face would drop anytime I entered the room or to even feel the shift in your attitude like I felt earlier— holy fuck is that powerful and now look at you "

He laughed at your body that sat slumped in your chair trying to cover your face with the cuffs on the table " pathetically sitting in a room bawling your eyes out in front of me "

His words only feeling closer now as his breath hit your ear.

Heat from his mouth moving to your neck instantly causing you to scoot away only for him to grab the back of your neck " have you no respect for yourself "

You gritted your teeth together at his hold on you " I said have you no respect for yourself "

You bit at your lip trying to decide what to say you always wanted to spit a comeback at the male but right now was definitely not the time with his heavy hand on your neck moving slowly into your hair to grip tighter

"ah every single time we do this — it's almost even more pathetic than the droplets I keep seeing falling and landing on my perfect fucking table that I bought with company’s money— fuck their gonna cut my paycheck "

His hand tightening as he spoke again " one more time asshole " his voice held all the rudeness to it " have you no respect for yourself "

" y-"

The action was quick as he slammed your head hard into the table in front of you. your vision blurring before he sighed blood dripping from your forehead and leaking out of your nose onto your lips as it trembled slightly

" ugh I hate when this happens with you —- you always bleed so fucking easily " he huffed " I ask you something you answer learn something about respect for once in your life and maybe you'll take better care of yourself "

He scoffed " your so fucking pretty and yet you do things like this — you slut yourself out in my business and then turn around and get arrested god your such a fucking ditz "

your head being brought to meet the table once again as you whimpered tears mixing with your blood brain muddied and shut down by his actions

" i'm so tired — so so tired of sweeping everything you do under the rug— I mean you act like I can’t fucking see you y/n i run the whole fucking thing I don’t— I don’t understand you your just fucking stupid so so so stupid it just blinds me and throws me for a loop sometimes "

His voice was low almost as if he only wanted you to feel the weight of his words " and then you never even say fucking sorry " he pushed your head down again " i'm the fucking cleanup crew ,, the shitty bodyguard when you drag yourself in some mess ,, the contact list when you need a plug ,, the boss when you need a job i'm fucking tired y/n "

" I know I know and i'm— im so sorry really please i'm sorry "

you braced yourself for another push as he backed away the heavy hand leaving your neck as he peered down at your head that was still hovering over the table

" what the fuck do you want another bash ?What are you doing "

" no — no please no”

" then bring your head up — god you seriously take your role on as the youngest dont you " he sighed as he moved his hands to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Your eyes darting to the camera kiyoko left and feeling hope enter your body thinking of how she would see the whole scene that’s played out with the male in front of you

" your not staying here "

" what—what "

" you can't — I dont want you here— i’m outta this your not my responsibility anymore your 19 now so I don’t know what to say except get it to fucking gether — you stay here your never gonna go to jail you'd just stay in a confined room for moths — fuck i’m always getting dragged in this shit "

" how — what do I do — what am I gonna do "

" the hell do you mean ? what am I gonna do ? as if the shits not obvious your gonna do fucking nothing while everyone else does all the work for you again "

your voice grew quiet as he scoffed " that's what I thought god — one day i'm gonna get fired "

your eyes darted to the camera and back down " for what exactly "

his eyebrows creased as he stared at you eyes moving all around your face before he spoke ignoring your question " you got yourself in some real bad shit this time y/n "

" but it wasn't even my fau— "

" you don't say shit — you know it wasn't suppose to go down like that and when one goes down we go down together you swore it— that’s how you got our trust don’t fuck yourself over again or you’ll be down in hell by yourself "

" like what ? "

" don't fuck with me y/n "

he moved to grab his clipboard your body lifting when he walked off and forgot about the camera only to drop the clipboard to the floor with a loud clang and start using his shoe to tear the papers apart

" wh-what are you doing " your voice came out soft as your eyebrows creased

His body moving over to the table and throwing the camera youd just put all your hope into someone seeing what you went through being thrown to the ground and stepped on harshly with the heel of his shoes.

Though it wasn't broken broken it was unsalvageable and couldn't be fixed your eyes going wide unable to process anything before he walked to the door and opened it his hand coming up to cup around his mouth

" THEIR ATTACKING " he screamed your body trembling at the way the table shook along with it " calling all units anyone in the vicinity the inmate I am locked up with is having a tantrum of some kind and I do not think I can handle it alone "

Your heart broke as you watched the male in front of you turn back to look at you holding nothing but hate in his eyes " I ask that you help me remove the inmate and get them out of our station immediately "

Several people running in cleaning up the scene and taking pictures before someone uncuffed you and dragged you towards the tall male by the door.

" Chief where do you want em "

" I want em on the next bus to tokyo "

Your head swirling " wh— "

" everyone exit while I talk to the inmate quickly alerting them of their next adventure " everyone moving silently to follow his demands his eyes going directly to yours as everyone raced down the hallway and away from you two

" your going to tokyo — I can't fucking do this — "

" but what would I do there's no one "

" go see bokutou — at this point you've pissed me off I can't do much else for you just — go ask for a new life really " his voice came out in a short laugh at his ending words

" boku— "

" y/n I said i'm pissed off and done with you — you keep interfering with my job and honestly this murder charge was the last strike for me— your of age now I can’t get you outta this shit— so if you could just get a new identity and get the hell away from me id seriously appreciate it "

" daichi I "

" you don't say anything "

" your my — your my brother we’re suppose to be there for each other and you "

" i'm not your anything as of right now you prick " his voice was sharp and held meaning as he snapped at uou " not your brother — your friend — your back up call when you get into weird shit I — I wanted to be a nice police officer and move my way up to chief I wanted to have kids a — a family y/n " he scoffdd " not a shitty sibling who keeps using my job against me and has me pulling strings that shouldn't even exists "

" but "

" you see how I keep cutting you off it's because I don't want to hear you y/n — you annoy the fuck out of me so seriously " he moved his shoulder to glide through the doorframe and past you "just go do what you criminal assholes do and get a new identity and the fuck away from me as soon as possible I want nothing to do with you "

" sooooo thats how you ended up with me " the air in the new room shifted from confusing to happiness as the dual colored male in front of you screamed " THATS AWESOME YOU HAVE SUCH A BADASS BACK STORY "

He jumped up and covered his face dramatically before he spoke "twas a dark night when y/n changed their ways and gave birth to a criminal — a murdering criminal who came to the one and the only — bokuto koutaro the amazingily cool , strong , funny , king of connections — thus creating a beautiful friendship and a dark and powerful villian story "

He smiled at your beat and battered face youd received from your brother a day ago before he spoke again his hair drooping slightly " too much ? "

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❛ FAMILY ❜

Headcanon.

with Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas.

Request: Oooh yes yes yeah 😁 I show u take request 🙈 I would read something with Creeper dates a girl who already have 4/5 sons of a precedent relation. Maybe about how he create relationshion with their ? Like one love bike, another by playing football ? An the older is septic but one day he understand have Creeper for stepfather is having all Mayans for family. Sorry if it's sound to specific.

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.3k

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Creeper couldn't believe you were alone in charge of three kids, when you moved onto his neighborhood. And he knew you didn't have a husband around because he had never seen him.

The problem was when he realized he was in love with you, with your scent, with the sweet tone of your voice and with that smile which could stop a war.

“Wait, wait! Lemme help you, mama!”

You hear a voice behind you, making you turn around from the trunk of your car full of bags. A man covered with tattoos and a helmet hanging from his forearm, is walking towards you.

“Oh, no, no. Don't worry. It's okay”. You mutter somewhat ashamed with a fleeting smirk on your lips.

“Nah, ain't nothing better to do”. He just shrugs his shoulders, grabbing three bags in every hand and greatly surprising you of his strength.

“Than—Thank you…” You just say, taking the three left, before closing your car.

Walking in silence straight to the porch, you open the door with some difficulties making you both laugh until it finally opens. Following you to the kitchen, he leaves the groceries over the counter, having one quick look but without wanting to look like a creepy stalker.

“I'm (Y/N), by the way”. You say then, raising a hand at him hoping it's enough for a formal greeting.

“Neron”. The man answers, narrowing it softly, a little bewitched by your touch.

“Can I… maybe offer you a coffee or something…?”

Whenever you two were free of responsibilities, you used to sit on your porch to share some drinks and talk about work, or about your lives in general. And only when he knew that it could be something serious, he just talked to you about what he really does, one bit at time.

After some months, more or less, hanging out, you two decided to introduce him to your girls. Two twins of six years old and a pre-teen of fourteen. You were aware that he wouldn't have any problem with Lia and Marta. But Carlota was another history.

Since Creeper has sat at the table, after helping you to settle the table, you can see the younger whispering and chuckling with that kind of gesture that they use when they want to ask something, but they're too ashamed. Narrowing your eyes, as the man does, you look at them.

“C'mon, girls, spit it out”. You say with a funny smile on your lips.

“Can we color your drawings one day?” Marta and Lia ask in unison, pointing at his bare arms.

You can't help but laugh rubbing your faces.

“Sounds like a cool plan”. Creeper nods pretty convinced.

“Fuck this shit”. From her silence, Carlota drags backwards her chair, getting up to step out of the living room.

“Hey, mama”. Neron says grabbing your left wrist, when you're about to follow her. “It's okay. Give her time”.

“I can't let her behave like that”. You grunt sitting down.

“She is fourteen, baby. We both know what her father did. And probably she thinks I want to replace him, but it's not. She will see it, okay?”

The months kept passing by, taking the next step when you decided to live together. At this point he has already introduced you to his brothers, being more kindly than you thought. At least, they didn't thought that Neron was fucking out of his mind, for getting related with a woman with three kids.

Lia and Marta were delighted having him at home, playing with them whenever he had five minutes, or cooking pancakes on Sundays. And of course, letting your girls color all his tattoos.

Carlota, by the other hand, started to be hard-nose. Always locking herself in her dorm when she was at home. And it was breaking your heart, trying to talk with her about what was bothering her, even if you already knew. But the worst part was when the principal of his highschool called you to tell you about a fight that involucred your daughter with another three girls.

“Hey, mama, I got this, okay?”

What you didn't know is that Neron was already conscious about what was happening. So he was to take care of that business.

Your daughter was sitting on a bench in the peak time of finishing classes, crying unconsolable with her hands covering her burning face. She wasn't expecting the loud buzz coming closer, raising her blurry gaze to the road. Nine motorbikes made their appearance, getting parked backwards next to the sidewalks. The whole student body with their parents and some teachers turned at them, mostly whispering about how good those nine men looked. Taking off their helmets, Neron's brothers waited for him, having some cigs, while he started to walk towards your surprised daughter.

As soon as he was able to kneel close to her, he knew by just one look who were the other girls. He didn't say anything, standing up to lead his steps to the three families with their eyes fixed on the man.

“I know that your daughters are teasing my kid about me, about my club and about what we do. So, lemme tell you something, as parents you are, the only thing you want is the happiness of them. Keep it in mind. Because next time my kid comes back home crying, I will not be this… polite”.

The girls were trembling, hiding behind their parents who were terrified too because of his words. Showing them a fake smile, Neron turned around to your daughter to make her a sign.

“I want you to say ‘sorry’ to her, and promise that you will never gonna fuck her up again”.

“Sir, yo—”.

“Shut the fuck up, man. I'm talking to your ill-bred kids”.

“We… We're so—sorry, Carlota”.

Your daughter looked at him, clinging to his arm, pouting a little and pulling him back.

“Good. Never forget to be kind”.

That night, Carlota didn't stop talking about how scared everyone was because of Creeper, totally freaking out too about when he appeared with his brothers in such cool motorbikes.

It was almost two am when your boyfriend came from the clubhouse, a little tired and needed for a cold beer. Taking off his boots at the entrance, to not be noisy, he walks straight to the kitchen to grab one from the fridge. Opening it with not much difficulty, he has a sip turning to the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Jesus fucking christ, Carlota…” He whispers with his heart racing. “What you doin'ere?”

“I couldn't sleep”. She just says, having another spoon of ice cream.

“At least, turn on the lights… You're gonna gimme a heart attack, kid”.

She laughs low, shaking her head, before getting up from the stool. Walking towards him without saying a single word, your daughter hugs Creeper wrapping his waist with both arms.

“Thank you for today”. She mutters resting her cheek on his chest.

Your boyfriend doubts for a second, not knowing if it's real or an illusion, but it feels so good that he could help her somehow. Hugging her back, the man kisses her head, smiling like a fool. Being happy to see that she's finally accepting him in her family.

“Listen, Carlota…” He says then, pulling himself away to leave the beer over the counter. “I don't wanna replace anyone, okay? We don't have to play this dad and daughter game. I wanna be your friend, I want you to trust me and talk to me about your problems, if you have some, okay?”

“Okay”. She just says. “I'm sorry if I hurt you ever”.

“Nah, it's okay, kid. I just want you to be happy”.

“I am, Creep'”.

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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-One [PT. 2]

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"Your little one is here as of right now." Dr. Telille says, pointing to a very little area to the far side of my womb and I smile before she switches the focus slightly and then looks at the screen with a slightly odd look before flipping through my chart. "At your previous Obstetrician, did they mention any abnormalities?" She asks me.

"No." I shake my head.

"You said in your history you've had recurrent miscarriages?" She asks next.

"Yes."

"Okay, Mrs. Sixx, don't be alarmed by this because there is a solution but this," she turns the screen to me again, pointing at a shadow in the picture that looks like it's creating bunny ears or something. "Is a layer of tissue that's not supposed to be there. It halts fetal growth, and ultimately causes miscarriages, often times even before a fetus is interacting with the tissue itself, physically." She informs me and I feel like my chest is throbbing from how hard my heart is beating. "The good news is that we can fix this, I've had to do a few surgeries like this before--we can go in and cut that tissue out without disturbing your baby, but we will need to have it done within the next week--two weeks at the most." She explains and I raise my brows.

"What's my chance of carrying out my pregnancy to term without the surgery?" I ask, trying to stay calm.

"With a successful surgery, there is a 80% chance of you carrying it to term, and a higher chance at not facing as many pregnancy difficulties in the future like you've had previously. Without the surgery, with your history, it's very, very probable that you won't get to four months without miscarrying--if that far." She adds.

"What's the risk of this surgery causing complications?" I ask next.

"30%." She replies and I breathe out. "You don't have to make a decision today, you can go home and think about it and talk about it with the father but we need to get it scheduled in the next few days."

"Um, o-okay…" I rub my lips together.

"And if you are interested in the surgery, we can go ahead and send it in and see if insurance will cover it." She assures me.

"I don't have maternity insurance right now." I tell her and she looks at me uneasily.

"No worries, we can figure the costs out after you decide if you want it or not." She tells me, calmly, and I just nod.

I numbed myself. I would've been freaking out, having a meltdown, begging God to spare my damn baby for once...but as soon as she started in on what was wrong with me, the negative outcomes...I flicked the switch in my brain and just let myself feel absolutely nothing as best as I could. My nervousness was relief compared to blatant breakdown mode that I knew would hit inevitably.

And how the hell did I tell Duff and Nikki that I was going to need surgery that could potentially terminate my pregnancy--or suffer what I'd suffered before and still lose a baby? Oh, right. I didn't. At least, not as soon as I probably should have.

When I get to my new little house I'm renting with my savings, Duff's sitting on the little porch, drinking a beer.

"How'd it go?" He asks me, standing up as I unlock the door.

He couldn't go with me this time because he had to go look at a couple houses with Mandy, which I understand because they had already canceled once with a real-estate agent and would get charged extra if they missed another appointment.

"Good." I lie, clearing my throat.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Whisky's barking at us until he realizes it's me, and then he won't get out from under my feet until I pat him on the head.

"I need to finish unpacking." I say before Duff can ask anymore questions.

"Well, it's your lucky day because I know how to unpack." He states, grinning.

I go change into pajamas and when I get back, he's pulling pictures from one of the boxes, neatly placing them on the coffee table in the living room and I pick them up and start figuring out where to put them.

"So, my family really wants me to bring you up." He says, optimistically. "I was thinking leave Sunday and come back next Saturday."

"...Duff, I can't just up and leave right now. I have to finish unpacking, and I'm gonna be meeting with Nikki once a week and then him and the guys once a week so that's two different…" I trail off as he cuts open another one of my packed boxes with his pocket knife, a look of disappointment on his face. "...It's not that I don't want to, you know. I just have a lot going on right now."

"We'd just be gone for a week." He says, looking at me. "It's the only time off I have for a while since we're doing a few shows in New York and Europe." He adds. "And I really want my family to know you, kinda, before you have the baby."

"I don't know." I hesitantly tell him and he licks his lips. "I don't know, Duff, okay? I just...ughhh." I groan, raking my hands through my hair.

"If you don't want to meet my family then don't worry about it, Vivian." He says it a little passive aggressively and I raise my brows.

"'Vivian'? Since when the hell am I 'Vivian'?" I ask, mimicking his tone.

"That's your name isn't it?" He asks next and I cross my arms.

"You usually call me 'Viv', or...something…"

"Well, I'm not calling you, 'babe,' or, 'baby,' since we aren't dating anymore so…"

"You're being a dick."

"I'm not being a dick. I'm just family oriented and I want my family to know you and our kid and you're making up excuses to not go and meet them."

"Excuse me for not wanting to be judged." I snap back.

"They're not fucking judgemental."

"Oh, so you're cussing at me now, too, huh?"

"Quit trying to start an argument." He tells me.

"I'm not starting an argument, I'm making a valid point."

"You're making an assumption." He corrects me. "My family isn't judgemental. They're really not. I don't even think they're worried with the fact that you were married when we got together because they haven't said a word about it. They just want to meet you."

"Matt didn't seem so cool about it." I mumble.

"Matt was trying to keep both of us out of trouble." He explains. "He wasn't judging you. He just doesn't like drama and if we would've gotten caught he knew it'd just be a bunch of bullshit we'd have to get thrown at us."

I just stare at him.

"And I'm sorry for cussing at you, but I'm trying to be positive about all of this and I really don't want you to start bringing in your negativity." He exhales.

"My negativity?" I raise my brows, laughing humorlessly.

"Please, just come to Seattle with me next Sunday. I promise it'll be fun and my family's fun, they don't mean any harm by wanting you to come up and visit--they're already talking about planning a trip when it's born to be here for you and me both for a few days." He adds.

I think about it, seeing his eyes glint a little as he slowly smiles at me like a hopeful puppy.

"Okay." I relent and he puts his hands above his head, folding them together, letting out a loud, "Hallelujah!" and I roll my eyes, trying to hold back a chuckle.

The truth is, I don't want to leave Nikki stewing that long after revealing to him my miscarriages. He never came back when he left the therapy session yesterday, and I was supposed to go back today but decided I needed another day to just think about everything, but because of Amber's schedule, we won't be able to get back in the same room together--aside from me just visiting him--until next Wednesday...but with Duff wanting to leave Sunday and come back that Saturday, I won't be able to meet then, either. A part of me isn't even sorry that I won't make it since the morale of Nikki's story is that he married a maestro of manipulation that can play victim like no other but is really an evil bitch who loves to make people suffer.

I gathered that after reading:

"I married a fucking demon."

"Vivian climbed from hell just to neuter me."

"My wife's a fucking lunatic."

"I sometimes think Vivian's waiting for me to die so she can get the money."

"I hate her."

"I don't know what's killing me faster: my looney wife, or smack. Doesn't matter--they're both my drug of choice."

"If she didn't know how to fuck I would've already left her."

"She flushed every bit of what Jason dropped off last night. Cost me a couple grand. I'm so pissed, if I knew she wouldn't beat the shit out of me and go batshit-ballistic, I'd lay her out on the fucking floor. I'm sure it'd be like foreplay in her sick mind, anyway."

"I swear she cums every time she belittles me."

And, my personal favorite:

"Just woke up from a fucking nightmare. I was fucking around with Vivian and Vanity and once they got their satisfaction they started eating me alive while talking about their love for God. Even with them gnawing on me alive with their shark-like teeth and their completely black eyes, stripping flesh from my bone and going at it like a fucking pork chop, I was turned on. But as soon as they started about God, how good and wonderful he was, that's when I started panicking a little that I OD'd without realizing it and was in hell or some fucking incarnation of it. I see now that's how they both got me, being hot and knowing exactly what to do to get me going. And now they're both sucking the life out of me, eating me alive, while praying to their God and acting like they're blameless in my destruction. CHICKS = TROUBLE."

At least we both agree that we married demons.

It was strange for me to realize how he saw me--well, how Sikki saw me. Once I was able to differentiate between the two of them, it hurt less reading what he'd write about me. It was just confusing.

One page would be an entire rant (with unflattering, random song lyrics to match) about something I did that pissed him off--sometimes things I wouldn't even realize I did to make him upset and then the next page would be decently positive things about me that he'd profess after waking up sort of sober…

I knew he felt guilty about how he treated me, most of the entries from the end of '83 to '87 had "I'm an asshole" or "I really fucked up" or some version of it in them but the deeper into '87 he got, the less and less apologetic he got. Both in real time and his dairies.

Despite the black and white of his diaries, one thing still lingered in the grey area…

I stare at the little TV on my dresser, bowl of captain crunch in hand as I stuff my face while flipping channels, Whisky gnawing on his chew toy as a flickering, fuzzy and static blaring familiar face flashes across the screen as I turn to the next channel. My heart stops for a moment, my finger immediately going back, the screen and audio clearing as I see her.

Clear eyed and competent. A far removal from what I last saw of her with her gnashing teeth and tortured eyes, spewing at Nikki and I both before he and her got into a fight that left her dragged down the stairs of our old house...guilt tugs at me, remembering the look on her face, the pain, the hurt...perhaps she felt as bad as I did about the situation.

He was the one telling her he was going to leave me and marry her, after all. My feury swallowed him before it ever thought about swallowing her.

"...I'm currently looking at other scripts for other films." She replies very calm and composed to whatever question her interviewer was asking...I'm assuming this is part of her press run for her new movie coming out.

"If you could write a ticket for yourself, Vanity, what would it be?" The woman asks next and she furrows her brows, slightly.

"Write a ticket? To go somewhere?"

"No, write a ticket for the rest of your life, and your career. Just everything about your life." She explains.

"Ohhh," She thinks a moment before shaking her head slightly. "I wouldn't want to do that, actually, because, um, everytime I turn around something new's happening. I'm a very spontaneous person. I just like to get up and go, and I've been doing that since I was fifteen...so, um, I couldn't say I'd like to write that ticket." She chuckles a little, but not the crack-cackle I was used to seeing in her past interviews.

She's actually sober here.

"I just wanna go wherever life takes me." She continues.

"What you're saying then, is, you couldn't write a ticket because what you would write wouldn't be as good as what could happen?"

"No, I don't--"

"--No?"

"No, I don't think that, I'm not saying that at all. I feel that I have certain goals in my life. Very big, big, dreams that I set for myself. But I wouldn't wanna, um, question God's way about where he's going with me." She states. "That's just...not me."

"If you could go back and change anything--"

"--Nothing." Vanity says, biting her lip nervously, shaking her head.

"Any of the decisions?"

"Nothing."

"Wouldn't change a thing?"

"Nothing." She buckles down on it and I feel my eyes gloss over. "Wouldn't change a thing…" she trails off, thinking for a second. "...Can't say that I would." She adds, softly. "Because each time that I've done something, whether it be a mistake in my life, it's always...what you might call a mistake in my life is never a mistake to me. It was a definite meant to be and it was a definite learning process. So all the pain and all the glory...I wouldn't change a thing."

She's so unapologetically sincere.

I cut the TV off as they start closing out the interview, and toss the remote across the room, losing my appetite and putting my bowl on my nightstand before I allow myself to replay what she just said.

And I cry, not because she was in a relationship with him, not because she tried to steal him from me...I cry because I regret everything. I regret marrying Nikki. I regret meeting Duff. I regret getting pegnant.

I'm not angry at her.

I envy her.

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anjalis-ennui · 3 years

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The bridesmaids were flitting around, making sure that the bride's shoes were hidden and their clothes were perfect. Anjali was surrounded by two women fixing her hair and makeup so that she glimmered under the lights. She winced and groaned as the women pulled at her hair and poked at her face, and she looked to Nova and Natalia for help.

Nova quickly got the hint and shooed the women away. "I think you've done enough, ladies. Thanks for your hard work, but I think our bride needs a minute to relax." Natalia grabbed a fan and placed it in front of Anjali, calming any sweat and nerves she had. "How are you feeling, Anju?" The bride in question was currently fanning her face, the heat of so many people getting to her. "I could be doing better. It feels like there's a pound of makeup on my face, and I'm getting thirsty."

Empress rushed towards Anjali and handed her a water bottle. "Make sure you stay hydrated! We can't have the bride fainting on her big day!" The words finally clicked with Anjali, who started to hyperventilate. She fanned her face as she paced around. "Oh my god, oh my god I'm getting married-"

At this point, all of the bridesmaids had flocked over to Anjali and were fanning her face, saying encouraging things that were overlapping over each other. Just as Anjali was about to lose it, a knock sounded at the door. Angie (who was supposed to be from the groom's party) opened the door and immediately started screeching. "YA CAN'T BE HERE, IT'S BAD LUCK TA SEE HER BEFORE THE WEDDING-"

"Is that 'Tsumu?" Anjali's face had perked up and she rushed to the door, hiding behind Angie. "Hello, darling!"

Whatever Atsumu had seen of her was quickly covered by Helia's hands. "You can't see her! It's bad luck, so shoo off to the icky groom's side so you can hide your shoes or whatever."

"hEY, WE'RE NOT ICKY-" Atsumu was quickly cut off by Osamu as he yanked his twin's ear. "Come on, ya scrub. Ya can't be seein' Anju before the weddin'." Suna took Atsumu's place as the poor groom was dragged away and smirked. "So, you think you're gonna be able to steal piss-hair's shoes? Good luck, I guess. We hid them well."

El cut in, sticking her tongue out at the fox-like man. "Sure we will. Men are terrible at hiding things! Now go help the groom get ready!"

Another smirk. "Nah, 'Samu's got it covered." Faint screaming could be heard from the groom's lounge, making Anjali wince. "Uh, Suna, maybe just go check? I'd like to get married to someone who's alive, please." The man rolled his eyes and groaned before stalking away, muttering, "Only because it's your wedding, Anjali."

Meanwhile, all the men were scrambling to hide the shoes. Bokuto was in charge of guarding the shoes with Hinata while Kuroo, Sakusa, and Daishou were in charge of hiding them. Osamu only had one job: making sure that Atsumu didn't run away to sneak a peek of Anjali.

"Come onnnn, 'Samu, just one more peek! I promise I won't take more than one more!" Poor Atsumu's head was reacquainted with 'Samu's hand. "Shut up, ya scrub! Ya can't look at Anjali, 's bad luck! She's the one who told us ta keep ya here!"

Kuroo scoffed playfully as he searched for a place to leave the shoes. "Like piss-hair's gonna listen to his future wife. Look at him, does he look like someone with self-control?"

Just as Atsumu was about to reply, Noya burst into the room with a grin on his face. "It's starting!" Faint sounds of loud music could be heard from outside, and Atsumu gulped as he got up and looked out the window. Of course Anjali would plan for him to ride on an elephant from the hotel to the venue.

"Do you think he noticed?" Anjali turned to Angie, the latter focused on perfecting her eyeliner. Both of the ladies wore a perfect smirk on their faces, knowing perfectly that Atsumu would freak out once he found out their surprise.

Angie met Anjali's playful eyes and giggled. "Oh yeah, he totally did. 'Tsumu's probably freakin' out, wonderin' how he's gonna get up on the elephant." Helia burst out into peals of laughter, causing a chain reaction in the hotel room as they all pictured a scared and slightly-in-awe Atsumu. "Thank goodness we're going by limo," Empress huffed. "We wouldn't wanna ruin your outfit, Anjali."

"Even if we did, Atsumu would still drool when he saw you," Nova teased. Anjali's cheeks heated at that, her mouth forming an 'o'. The room burst into more giggles as the bridesmaids went back to their preparations.

Atsumu clung to his seat for dear life as he moved and swayed on top of the elephant. The procession was filled with many of his relatives and friends dancing to the loud music, but he could only smile weakly as the swaying and nerves made him slightly nauseous. A part of his brain smacked the other and told him to chin up and have fun, and he weakly protested before he realized that it was his wedding day. Oh ma god, I'm gettin' married-

Samu, who had a feeling that 'Tsumu would be getting nervous, whistled and threw a water bottle at him. The groom caught it with ease, turning it over to see a picture of him and Anjali taped to the bottle. He smiled, tracing his fingers over Anjali's face as his nerves calmed down. He set the water bottle down and cupped his hands around his mouth before yelling, "Who's ready ta get this party started?!"

Anjali walked down the aisle to where Atsumu sat, waiting for his bride. Her face was covered with her veil, and Atsumu itched to pull it back to reveal her beautiful features. She gave him a smile and a tiny wave, her eyes pooling with happy tears. As she sat down next to him, she whispered an 'I love you', to which he responded by kissing her knuckles. The audience cooed at the couple before the priest began to chant, starting the first step of the wedding ceremony.

The priest gestured for Atsumu to light the holy fire, which made Anjali's smile grow. She'd have never expected her fiancé to agree to a Hindu wedding, but surprisingly, he had agreed enthusiastically. To add to her surprise, when the priest asked him to repeat the prayers, he had perfect pronunciation, even better than hers. She gave him an incredulous look as he chanted.

"The next stage of the ceremony is called the Saptapadi, where the couple makes seven rounds around the agni to legalize their marriage. Anjali will lead the first three rounds, followed by Atsumu leading the last four rounds," the priest informed the audience. Anjali held her hand out for Atsumu to take, feeling his warmth seeping into her hand as they made the rounds.

After that, Atsumu's parents came up to the mandap at the indication of the priest, offering her advice and well-wishes. She nodded with a smile, catching Atsumu's gaze and tilting her head at his lovestruck smile.

The priest nodded at the groom's parents to sit down before addressing the couple. "You may now remove Anjali's veil, young one, then we will pray to remove her defects." Atsumu frowned and looked ready to fight the priest, but Anjali's hand on top of his and her serene smile calmed him. He only huffed and muttered, "she's perfect," as he continued with the ceremony.

They then exchanged their rings, Anjali marveling at hers, tilting the ring this way and that to see how it caught the light, and Atsumu tracing the thin band of malachite in awe. He brushed his lips against her cheek as a gesture of thanks, bringing forward one of Anjali's million-dollar smiles.

The rest of the wedding passed similarly, with smiles and coos from the audience. Not surprisingly, a few people were missing from the audience, presumably to look for the bride and groom's shoes. They had an hour to look for them, but would they find them?

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June, 1976 (WITT One-Shot)

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Emily was tired, but she'd spent all day overthinking and she was done, it was time to grow up.

She could hear Lily Evans' voice ushering Severus Snape away, he'd been coming around for several hours during the day trying to apologize, but he'd finally crossed a line.

"It's not your fault, you know?"

Matthew's voice caught her attention, he'd stopped at the foot of the stairs, one hand propped on the wall.

"Snape and Evans have been fighting for months now, I think it's because of what he's been doing with the Slytherins... you know, the cult stuff."

Emily averted her gaze to the fireplace.

"I know..."

Matthew hesitated, he'd promised himself that he wouldn't go back to being Emily's therapist, but something was different this time, it wasn't her usual kind of sulking.

"Are you okay?"

She looked at him over her shoulder and frowned.

"I'm not the one who got called 'mudblood' by a close friend."

"No, you weren't," He admitted. "Which is why it's so strange to see you all sad."

"I'm not sad."

"Is this about James?"

He didn't want to know, but alas, he'd asked.

"No," She made a face. "I don't think I care about him that way anymore."

"It's easier said than done," Matthew crossed his arms, his shoulder now leaning on the archway of the stairs.

"What do you want, Ruddy?" Emily groaned.

"I don't want anything from you," The boy replied. "But I have the feeling that you need to talk."

"I do," She said. "Not with you, though."

Matt nodded, he sighed.

"Good luck, then, have a good night."

"'Night."

Emily watched him disappear up the stairs, she didn't know why, but the memory of his burning gaze before he kissed her came back then, his intense determination as he held her closer... That moment Emily had found herself unable to move away, to say no. She wished she had his courage to just do stuff even when he was intimidated by them, she needed that kind of bravery tonight.

Lily Evans entered the tower two minutes later, Emily stood up abruptly and the redhead came to a halt.

For a moment none of them spoke, then Lily's face showed tons of fatigue.

"What now? Is it your turn to call me a stuck-up bore because I didn't agree to go out with Potter?"

Emily shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Can we talk?" She asked shyly. "I promise it's not a trick... I'm sorry."

Emily's behaviour towards her was usually hostile, tonight her voice was gentle, and even a little afraid.

"You're sorry?"

"I don't expect you to believe me," Emily continued, lowering her gaze. "I know you and Snape were close — I don't understand how can you like him... listen I suck at apologies, can't you just say it's alright so we can go to bed?"

Lily crossed her arms, standing straighter.

"No, I think I want you to try harder."

Emily groaned, she sat down heavily and started to think her words carefully, Lily inched closer.

"Boys can be cruel when they're not thinking — Anyone, really... I've been brutal myself — Matthew and I almost stopped being friends a few months ago, because I don't like talking about my feelings," She laughed dryly. "I don't know what is it about today that it just... I don't want to be a tormentor my whole life, let alone to someone who is... tolerable. I'm sorry for making your life a living hell these past few years."

Lily sat down, although she kept the seat between them empty to keep some distance.

"You didn't make my life a living hell," She replied. "I... can admit you're a bit clever... even likeable — that last match when you threw Lewis a bludger after he called you a midget... it was kind of funny."

"The boys walked me everywhere that week, they thought Ernest was going to try and get back at me," Emily bit her lip, but she was now smiling. "I mean, I lived in fear for days! Thinking he would spike my drink at some point with poison or something... Until Matthew cornered him outside D.A.D.A. class one day, poor Lewis... he looked so small in comparison..."

"Anyone looks small next to Matthew, he's a giant," Lily grinned. "Well, if it's any consolation, I was planning on murdering you in a much classier manner than poison, but since you've apologized, I guess I won't have to kill you after all."

Emily snorted, her eyes lingered on Lily, who looked like she'd been crying for most of the day, and yet still had enough energy to sit down and talk with the girl she'd detested for the last four years.

"Why are you being nice?" She asked in annoyance. "I mean I'm glad you're kind of accepting my apology, but I thought you'd be a bit colder, walking away before I could even finish..."

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Lily raised a brow, with the orange light coming from the fireplace her green eyes looked far more intense than usual. "If I'm honest, you should thank Remus... he's tried to convince me that you lot are far better than you look..."

Emily sighed, when she was young she'd do mischief for fun, but now that she was older, and considering all the weird stuff that was happening outside the school, she was starting to think that maybe her group of friends were indeed changing for the best.

"I'm going to be honest with you too, Evans," The girl took a deep breath. "Being the only girl in my friend group is turning out to be pure torture. I'm in desperate need of a girlfriend."

Lily's mouth twitched a bit, but she didn't laugh.

"What makes you think I want to be your friend?"

"Oh, I don't think you want to," She raised a brow. "But maybe if we're on good terms I'd be able to ask you for a tampon without having to swallow my pride first."

Lily did laugh at this, she shook her head. "Holy Merlin, Sultens, you're loopy."

"You would be too if you were seated next to Sirius every day!" She paused. "So... are you willing to make peace?"

Lily examined her carefully, four long years of quarrels sat between them, but a lifetime of friendship could be ahead if Emily was truly sorry. She was a nice girl, and really smart too, she was annoying only when she was taunting Severus, and he was no longer her friend.

Lily stretched out her hand.

"Very well, but if you go back the deal is over and we'll be less than strangers, understood?"

"Sure."

She retreated her hand before Emily could grab it.

"Hang on — this is not Potter's idea, right? You're not trying to be my friend just so I date him later?"

"Lily, if anything I hope you and James never date," Emily snickered. "Nothing personal, you're just way too good for him."

"...Alright."

They shook hands, she'd meant what she said about it not being personal. James was a boy, a very silly one at that, and even though they were really close friends, Emily was no longer a blind supporter of his doings.

Funnily enough, this seemed to be related to Matthew, she couldn't stop thinking about that kiss! Merlin, he was a good kisser...

She shook the thought away, now was not the time for nonsense.

"I'm very honoured to be your acquaintance, Evans," Emily grinned.

"Call me Lily. Only Professors call me Evans... and Potter, but you know I hate that."

"Got it, Lils."

July 1996

"...I don't think this is right," Mel tilted her head. "Brownies are mean to be brown... not pitch-black."

"You burned them," Harry was standing behind them with his arms crossed, clearly upset.

"How could you burn them, Erick? They were in there for five minutes!"

"Are you sure..." Erick stabbed the mixture with a knife and made a face. "Ugh — they're still liquid in the middle!"

"How the fuck did you do this?"

"I thought it would work just the same if I doubled the heat and put less time," Erick sulked. "Ovens are weird."

"This is why we told you to stay out of it," Harry replied. "You don't know how muggle stuff work."

"I do know!"

"Then why did you burn the brownies?"

"Don't fight," Mel intervened, grabbing the platter and throwing its contents away. "Oh well, at least we ruined my birthday cake and not someone else's..."

"That's not okay," Harry frowned. "You should have a proper cake."

Mel looked at him and grinned. "I'll eat yours, then."

"How's everything going in here?" Emily walked in, behind her Lupin followed.

"Uncle Lu!" Mel rushed over to his side and hugged him, the man chuckled. "You came!"

"Well, hadn't been around for your birthday in a long time, I thought you'd like it," He said, lovingly patting her back.

"I do," She beamed. "We kind of ruined the cake, though, so we should buy doughnuts or something."

"It's a good thing I brought this, then," Lupin lifted his bag and placed it on the table, inside there was a beautifully adorned red velvet cake.

"You just saved my birthday!"

Harry and Erick shared a moody expression and grumbled complaints, Lupin laughed.

"The kids insisted on doing the cakes this year," Emily explained. "I told them it was not an easy job, but they insisted."

"Mel and I have done this before, Erick was the one who wanted to be in charge when he can't even make tea without magic," Harry glared at him.

"Muggles stuff are too complicated, alright?" He huffed.

"I don't mind," Mel said without paying attention to them, she was still beyond happy with her uncle's presence. "I wanted to give my mum a break, Leggie's been a bit hard to handle lately..."

"Is he?" Lupin looked at the little boy Emily was holding. "Is he ill?"

"No, he just cries a lot," The woman sighed. "Wakes us up every night."

"I thought that forcing my mother to bake when she's clearly too tired to be doing anything apart from feeding a baby was a crime," Mel stated. "So I took care of it."

"Then Flint messed it up," Harry taunted.

"And then you fixed it, Uncle Moony," The girl smiled. "So there's no harm done, right boys?"

She looked over her shoulder, raising a brow as if urging them to stop bickering before they embarrassed her in front of Lupin. Both mumbled their agreement, not quite meeting her eyes.

"Lovely," Mel looked back at the adults. "Who wants lunch?"

Mel and Erick were in the kitchen talking in hurried whispers, she appeared to be upset, the young man too. Emily and Remus were in the drawing-room, Harry was upstairs changing Reg's diaper.

"Do you know why they're arguing?" Remus asked, staring at the pair.

"Dumbledore came by this morning before breakfast," Emily sighed, leaning her head back on the couch. "Talked about this mission he had for Erick — you know how eager to help that boy is... so of course the old man came and put his offer on a silver platter, and Mel won't let Erick go on his own, so being the generous soul Dumbledore is," She said sarcastically, "He said she could go too if she wanted to."

"Really?" Remus frowned. "Well... he's been giving her lessons for years, Mily, perhaps he knows she can handle it."

"I don't care," She said bluntly. "That's my daughter, my daughter. Matt's daughter. How can he continue to risk my family's life like it's nothing?"

"You know Matthew did all he that because he wanted to, Dumbledore had nothing to do with his decisions."

"I know," Emily took a deep breath. "But he's got a lot to do with Mel's... she idolizes him."

"You think so?" The man looked over his shoulder again, staring at his goddaughter.

"I don't see why else she'd be so keen to follow his orders..."

"Maybe because she feels guilty?" Remus offered. "After what happened in the ministry..."

Emily pressed her lips together, she didn't want to talk about that.

"That's not her fault and she knows it. I told her it wasn't."

"You weren't there," He said gravely. "She went out of control. I had never seen anything like it, her magic was dark— I mean that literally. All the spells she did came out pitch-black. Dumbledore was the only one who could put a stop to it."

Emily's eyes grew worried, she looked over her shoulder as well and her gaze landed on Mel.

"You think it could be the same thing that Ariana Dumbledore had? That disease?"

"No one knows what happened to her," Remus said. "Not even Matthew knew, and he was part of the family... but it could be. Maybe Dumbledore knows something we don't, maybe this will help her... perhaps she needs this."

Emily stayed silent for a moment, then she groaned.

"I hate that we're always meant to trust him blindly."

"He's lived a hundred years, he might be wiser than all of us, don't you think?"

The woman scoffed, she looked ahead, deep in thought.

"A hundred years... Matthew couldn't even make it to twenty-one! James and Lily barely did... Sirius spent twelve years in Azkaban — But at least we all knew how the war looked like then, Remus. We fought for years... my daughter just turned sixteen, she still goes to school!"

"And yet she's already done her fair amount of fighting," The man raised a brow. "We didn't have the experiences she's gone through when we were her age. I stand with Dumbledore, she can do this."

"I'm not saying she can't," Emily grabbed the empty plates to take them to the kitchen. "I'm saying she shouldn't have to sacrifice her youth. Dumbledore asks for too much, I'm sure he's got someone else that could help him with the mission, but he's obsessed with making Mel his perfect copy."

Remus didn't try to argue back, little could convince Emily at this point, she'd never been a fan of Dumbledore, and after Matt's death it was no secret that she openly disliked him, but she still followed his orders, because she knew Dumbledore was the only chance they had to win this war.

Mel and Erick entered the room, neither of them angry, which made Remus think they had reached an agreement.

"I should leave," The man stood up. "Leon's been quiet, maybe Harry managed to make him sleep."

"Or maybe he's just playing with him," Emily stood up as well. "Really, I never thought Harry would get so attached to a baby..."

"I'll miss you, Uncle Lu, I hope to see you soon," Mel said, her eyes avoiding to look into Erick's direction.

"Me too, little Em," Remus hugged her tightly, he whispered in her ear. "Be good to your mother, alright?"

Mel looked at him with confusion, but she nodded anyway.

"So?" Emily crossed her arms. "What are you going to do?"

The young witch stared at her mother, Remus knew that expression. It was true and very strange, how she could have her dad's gaze even though her eyes were exactly like her mother's, but he knew that look, he'd seen it in Matt the last time they had spoken. Mel was done being a kid.

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