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#with their friend because I nicely asked them not to pull before me - sth they did on purpose - and they stopped dps totally
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Jonathan x gn!reader x Argyle
Warning: smoking (weed), unprotected sex, threesome, random ass confessions, bj, deep throat, overstim
(Lmk if I forgot sth bc I'm lowkey not sure)
!!MINORS DNI, 18+!!
Summary: Reader is friends with Argyle and Jonathan, which means once in a while they'd join the two for a joint. But at some point, they just had a problem because smoking made them so terribly horny that they simply HAD to do something about it.
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"So I gave him exactly what he asked for, and he still found something to complain about.", Argyle complained as his head sunk down against your chest while he pouted.
"Okay, wow. That sucks.", you mumbled as you caressed his head gently, taking a strand of hair now and then to play with it.
Jonathan stumbled into the room slowly and put down a few bottles of water for the three of you before he got onto the bed and cuddled up beside you.
If there was one thing the three of you had in common, then it was the fact that all three of you got horribly clingy when you were high.
Not that it was anything new to you since Argyle was usually pretty clingy in general, but for you and Jonathan it mostly only counted when you were high.
You loved hugs, without a doubt, and do did Jonathan. But the two of you just had been through some shit and that makes it a little harder for you two when you're sober.
"What're we talking about?", Jonathan asked you, his eyes slightly glossy which you found utterly adorable.
"Some dick who can't be satisfied with Argyles' amazing work.", you explained, which made the male on your chest squirm lightly. Praise always did that. For both of them, actually. But you also loved praise. It simply made you feel so proud. You just assumed it was the same for the other two.
Jonathan hummed softly and closed his eyes after leaning on you. "What an asshole." You nodded to his statement slowly. "My thoughts exactly."
Your head began to wander once all three of you were silent. Moments like these were nice to you.
Jonathan clinging to your arm and softly breathing against it while his legs are pulled up, Argyle on your chest, one hand wrapped around your thigh while the other rested somewhere on Jonathans body. And you, right in between them, feeling them on you and making every bit of your skin tingle.
It made you so happy, but happiness wasn't the only thing you felt. Because sometimes Jonathan kissed your shoulder lightly. And sometimes Argyles hand would either wander further down your thigh or up.
It made something in your belly twinge in the best way possible. But it also made your most private spots ache for someone to touch them. Gentle caresses, kisses, sucks, licks, and bites. You'd do anything for just one of those. And seemingly, you weren't very good at hiding that.
"(Y/n)?", Argyle said softly as he looked up at you, which made you look down at him. "What's up, man?", you replied just as softly.
"Are you okay?", he asked nervously. "You're breathing so heavily it makes me think I'm choking you with my weight. Like, your chest is heaving."
You shook your head. "Nonono. It's not that at all, don't worry. You're not too heavy, really. I'm just a little... I don't know." You sighed softly trying to find the word.
You were surprised with how fitting the word Jonathan used to describe it was. "Aroused?" That was the word he said. And it wasn't wrong.
You were around. The breaths on your shoulder, the occasional squeezing of your thigh, the gentle kisses. All this gave you a feeling of immeasurable arousal.
"Yeah. I think that works." You mumbled softly.
And that's when it hit you. Just now, you've indirectly told both of your only friends that they made you horny.
"Sorry, forget I said th- ah~", your own moan intorupped you as you felt a squeeze on your thigh like someone's life depended on it.
Argyle sat up and moved himself up a little so he could properly look at you. "Well, if you're really that horny from it, you'll need help. We can't just let you suffer like this, can we?"
Your face flushed red as your belly tighnled once again. "W-Wha- A-Are you gonna like... touch me?"
The male above you smirked lightly, not in a threatening way. It was more like he was trying to say 'you know it'. And you knew.
"Holy shit.", you mumbled softly as you looked to the side, away from the two.
Your whole body shivered when you felt a pair of soft lips on your neck. They were too thin to be Argyles, so you assumed it was Jonathan taking the initiative and giving you some love to.
"Seems like someone likes the idea I had.", Argyle said with a grin and leaned down to also give you some kisses.
So now, both of them were busy with kissing and sucking on your neck, occasionally even biting into it, which left behind several purple marks on you.
Eventually, Jonathan placed a kiss behind your ear as his hand slid under your shirt to gently squeeze your chest and nipples. Then, he slowly pulled it off together with Argyles help, just to kiss and bite your chest lightly.
You squirmed at the feeling, your whole body tensing up. The two of them were clearly lazy about it, and yet they managed to please every cell of your body with what they were doing.
Eventually, you slowly moved to sit up a bit and reached for Jonathan to place a soft, lazy kiss on his lips. Just a few seconds later, your tongue pressed against his and soft moans escaped you both from it.
In the meantime, Argyle got behind you and placed soft kisses on your back as his erection lazily pressed against your back and ass. It made you a little nervous considering how big he felt, but you didn't plan on complaining.
You then started undressing Jonathan too, removing his shirt, and as you were removing his pants, Argyle was doing the exact same with yours.
Seconds later, you and Jonathan were naked, which you both seemed to find a little unfair, so you both decided to team up in him and undress him.
So now, you and Jonathan were both touching and kissing him all over, lazily moving to go down on him.
Jonathan was busy with Argyles mouth, kissing him and simply enjoying the feeling of their tongues meeting again and again, while you were kissing his thighs before moving to carefully lick over the shaft of his cock.
You heard him moan, which made your whole body tingle with excitement. It sounded so beautiful. His voice low and raspy.
Argyles hand soon reached for your head, your lips still on his shaft. He pushed you forward a little so you were closer against it.
You opened your mouth instinctively and let the tip of it slip in before going down as far as you could, making slight gag noises when it was in.
For a moment, you held your position on the males cock for as long as you could until you were choking and half to pull back to breathe. This didn't really hold for long, though, since Argyle grabbed you gently to pull you up and kiss you lazily.
At the same time, Jonathan moved down to give you the same pleasure that you'd just given Argyle.
It really didn't take long for Jonathan to be preparing your hole for someone entering and barely a minute later, Argyles cock was buried deep inside.
Not only that, but Jonathan got into a position that allowed you to watch him as he first pushed one finger and then a second into his rear to spread himself so he could be fucked after you.
You moaned as you leaned forward, grabbing Jonathans hips and kissing his balls before suckling on them gently.
Jonathan moaned and squirmed as you took care of him, hands hands squeezing his thighs and ass tightly as your tongue dragged over his balls again and again to make him even more whiny.
Your body trembled lightly at the feeling of being pounded into while also being able to please Jonathan this way.
Once all of you had cum at least once, you switched positions again and again.
First, you were on top with the other two, pleasing you to the fullest.
The second to be on top was Jonathan, though he was only on top because he was riding Argyle and you were playing with his cock.
And lastly, Argyle was the one to be on top, and this was where things got tricky. You were on the bed, head pushed down into the mattress with full force, while Jonathan had his arms wrapped around you, kissing your back while moaning into it and on the very end was Argyle, above the two of you, pounding into Jonathan, which made Jonathand cock dig deep into you in a way you couldn't entirely explain.
It all ended with one very skillfully thrust from Argyle which made the three of you cum together, dirtying the sheets beneath you in more ways that just one.
But right now you couldn't care less. You were way too fucked out to even care.
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Chapter Four: You Better Remember that Fighting Tutorial, Bud, You're Gonna Need It
“Sonic? SONIC!” 
Shadow was alone. He didn’t know how to feel about that.
Alone-time was something he’d always liked, really. A nice silence, a little bit of time to let his mind unwind, that was gold to him. But right now he was alone with  no  idea where anyone else was, where to reach them if they needed him, and that wouldn’t do. No, he  needed  to know where everyone was, where all his friends were. He needed them to be okay. He needed them to be  here.  He needed… them… 
He was in someplace dark, swirling with blacks and violets. He pushed through, hugging his chest as he continued to cry out. Sonic looked like he was about to follow him… so shouldn’t he be here, too? He must be somewhere.
“Sonic!” 
There was a flash, then, and a voice behind him, one that definitely wasn’t Sonic’s. 
“Why, hello there.” 
Shadow turned, saw that face, and dropped to his knees.
 “Sonic? Sonic, get your ass up!”
Her voice was strange, rippled. Sonic blinked open his eyes, and when he saw Sally standing in front of him, somewhere in his heart he knew she wasn’t really there. 
For one, they’d never been in this room before in their lives. The fading red paint, brown wood with carpets thrown here and there, mahogany desks and tables and bed that felt too much like a cloud, it was all foreign to them. For another, well. After he watched her literally fade through his chest, he figured that apparently hallucinating Sally wasn’t out of the question. Not that he was thinking of that now, his mind was still bleary as he found himself waking up.
“You okay?”
He sat up, before nodding carefully at her. “I guess.” 
“The creatures that attacked you are after the Keyblade,” she said. “But it’s your heart they really want. Because you wield the Keyblade.”
Sonic shut his eyes, gripping onto the sheets beneath him and focusing himself on the moment. He opened his eyes again, and sure enough, Sally wasn’t there. Instead, he saw a girl a bit younger than him, black hair pulled into two high pigtails, her flaring red dress burning his eyes with its bright color.
“Hmm.” she said, cocking her head to the side. Then she looked behind her, and said, “I think you overdid it, Eb. He looks high.” 
“A simple knockout spell won’t get you high.” Sonic jumped as the woman he’d seen before, the one in purple and black, entered the room, a cup of coffee in her hands. She leaned against the wall, sipping. “It’s a normal confusion upon awakening.”
“Knockout spell? I…” Sonic blinked heavily again, and then looked around the room once more. “The Keyblade, where–?” 
“We had to disappear it for a second.” the girl shrugged, sitting on the end of the bed and bouncing on the mattress. “That’s how they track you.” 
“It was the only way to conceal your heart from them.” the woman said, before sliding the coffee cup onto a table beside her. “But it won’t work for long.” 
“But–” 
“You’ll be able to pull that keyblade out of nowhere again, right?” the girl asked, leaning forwards. “Show me? Show meeee?” 
“Honey, give him a moment.” 
Sonic glanced to the side, then held out his hand. With a flash and a shower of sparkles, the blade appeared in his palm.
“Oooh!” the girl’s eyes widened. She then reached out, grabbing the hilt; as soon as Sonic let go, the key vanished. “Gaia, that’s so cool.” 
“What just–” 
“Your keyblade will only work for a chosen wielder.” the woman said, before walking over towards him, kneeling down to get to his eye-level. “With billions of worlds, each with billions of people, only a spare few will ever be chosen. And none we’ve seen in years. It’s hard to believe it chose you.” 
“Wh…” Sonic shook his head, then scooted away from the girl on the bed. “Why don’t you start making sense? Why doesn’t anyone start making sense? What’s going on here, who are you?” 
The woman sighed. “I suppose introductions are in order. I’m Ebony. My associate here is Honey– who will stop messing with your jacket and come stand by me.” 
Sonic jumped, realizing that the girl was indeed pulling on his hood.
“But the fabric’s so soft!” 
“Honey.” 
Honey sighed and leapt to her feet, skipping in place as she did. 
“I…” Sonic blinked. “I’m Sonic. What…?”
“Sonic.” Ebony put her dark hand on his knee. “You know there are many worlds out there, correct?” 
“Y-yeah.” Sonic nodded. “Shadow said– they were stars.” 
“Yes. But nobody can get between them, because they’re not connected.” Ebony sighed. “Only, they are now. When the Heartless came, everything changed.”
“Heartless?” 
“Those things you were fighting.” Honey explained. “They don’t have hearts.”
“Like… literally?” 
Honey’s eyes widened, as she turned to Ebony. “Oh, he knows nothing.” 
“Yeah.”
“Excuse me?” Sonic said. 
Ebony sighed and then stood. She waved her hand, and to Sonic’s shock, colored smoke appeared in front of her, taking the form of a human. 
“When a person dies,” Ebony explained, as a heart-shape emerged from the person, “Their heart, their soul, joins the Kingdom Hearts. If their heart is separated from their body before their time, however… things get complicated.” 
“The Kingdom Hearts?”
“Shh.” Honey said.
The shapes changed; the person into something taller, more angular, the heart into something like the little shadows. 
“The heart knows it’s not time yet, so it tries to make a body of its own. This is a Heartless.” Ebony waved towards the angular shape. “The leftover body will then form into a nobody. You’ll encounter both, and both will present grave challenges, because both are attracted to the same thing: the darkness in people’s hearts. And there is darkness within every heart.” 
Ebony waved her hand, and the shapes disappeared into the air from whence they came. 
“They fear only the Keyblade,” she said, “Because only the Keyblade can destroy them. And so they will keep coming after you, to stop the wielder.”
“H-how…” Sonic shook his head. “No. I… how did all this happen? I… I was in my room, and then I was on the beach, and…” 
He gasped, then, and leapt to his feet. Honey jumped, as if scared he may attack, and she raised her hands in defense. Ebony, though, remained stock-still, watching him with those emerald eyes. 
“Wait, what– what happened to the islands?” Sonic asked. “Shadow? Sally?” 
“I don’t know.” Ebony said. “You were all we found.” 
“That– that can’t be right.” Sonic shook his head. “It can’t be. The– they have to be okay. They…” 
Ebony knelt again, putting her hand on his shoulder. “All is not lost. With your blade, you can stop the Heartless invasions.” 
“What?”
“If you want to stop them,” Ebony said, “You’ll have to lock the worlds again. There’s an entrance the Heartless are coming from in order to invade each world, and you’ll have to lock it with that blade. Once they’re all shut, the Doors to Darkness cannot open, and everything will be as it should.”
Sonic blinked, and then threw his hands into the air. “Why can’t anyone talk normally for five minutes?”
“Whoa, calm down.” Honey said, holding up a hand.
“I will not calm down! I don’t want this! I didn’t ask for this!” 
“The keyblade chooses its master, not the other way around.” Ebony said carefully. 
“I don’t care!”  Sonic leapt to his feet, running his hands through his hair. “I want to go home! I want Shadow! I want Sal! I–” 
Honey let out a scream, and immediately dove, knocking Sonic to the floor. He realized why quite quickly as his eyes saw the tendrils of shadow spread from the ground he had just stood on. The young girl dragged him back up to his feet, until Ebony yanked her away. 
“Honey, go!” 
“But I–” 
“This is one enemy you cannot fight. Go.”
Honey huffed, but seemed to accept her fate, and ran towards the door, almost knocking it off the wall with the force of her push. Ebony then stepped in front of Sonic as the Heartless finished forming, waving her hands as a colorful smoke began to form from her palms. 
“I can assist with my magic,” Ebony said, turning to look at the boy behind her, eyes narrowed, “But as I’m sure you know, I cannot kill it. I hope you’re good with that Keyblade.” 
“I… I think so? Maybe?” Sonic said. Slowly, he held out his hand, feeling the warmth on his palm as the blade formed. “I can try?” 
“Good enough.” 
Ebony ducked him down, then threw up her hand; some kind of invisible shield knocked back the Heartless, which had just leapt for them. As it hit the wall, she dashed to the left, before summoning a sparkly purple mist and throwing it at the creature. As it fell back, Sonic stepped forwards, about to charge, before he let out a cry and retreated. 
Up ahead, another circle of darkness was opening on the floor, a shadow forming. 
“Shit, shit, shit.” Ebony muttered. She glanced around the room, and then said, “They’ll follow you. Get out in the open, you’ll have more room to fight.” 
“What do you mean? Aren’t you–” 
“I’ll work my magic. Do your best.” Then, Ebony ran to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and then threw him through the nearest window.
Sonic screeched as he flew through the air, before instinctively tucking into himself, letting the Keyblade disappear as he hit the ground with a crash. He immediately rolled, trying to balance the sharp pain in his landing, before eventually getting to his feet and starting to run again, racing down the street, eyes darting for an open clearing. He could hear the shadows forming behind him, he just needed to… 
He slid in front of what was probably a government building, looking ahead to a stairwell that led down to a small sitting area; a few benches were placed around, one or two broken or pushed over, with a large, shimmering fountain in the center. Bingo.
Sonic jumped up, his feet landing atop the nearest stair railing, and he slid down, before leaping, landing on the fountain’s edge, and whipping around, swinging his hands, watching as the blade formed mid-air. 
The Heartless were charging towards him now, and his eyes darted around the creatures dropping down the stairwell. Four, six… eight, ten… twelve. He could do that. Hopefully. 
He waited until one got close enough, and then he leapt from the fountain,  slamming  the blade down on the ground. The Heartless dodged, sliding away and screeching. Sonic side-stepped, then, as his ears picked up a sound behind him, and he was able to swing the blade against another jumping Heartless, turning it to dust. 
Sonic had never been trained in swordfighting. Whenever he and his friends would play-fight with sticks on the beach, Sally would beat them every time, no matter what. Sonic was much better at dodging than attacking, and all it took with a sword was one mistake to get knocked out of the battle. But as he wielded the blade, he found his feet moving on their own, his arms swinging almost rhythmically against the charging shadows. It was less like a battle, or a duel, and more like a dance. Maybe it was because the Heartless didn’t have their own blades to fight against him, maybe it was because of the Keyblade’s power leaking into him, or maybe he was just better than he thought. Whatever the case, he found himself almost soaring through the fight, and in just a few minutes, he was alone by the fountain again. 
Another sound behind him; he whipped around, raising his blade. He blew a hair from his face, grounding his feet and stiffening as he waited for the charge. But, no, nothing seemed to be coming… 
A crash, from several feet away. Behind the storefronts? No, aisle between the two on the left. Sounded like a falling of crates. Hold on… Sonic closed his eyes, counting in his head. 
I hit eleven. Last one’s over there. 
He took off at a run, his mind racing as fast as his feet as he flew up the stairs. It would be a bad idea to just run into that aisle, he’d be trapping himself in a small area which would make swinging the blade more difficult. He could probably lure the Heartless out into the open, though. If it was after him, it would follow him, wouldn’t it? Then he could plant himself just outside, keep his ears open for any attacks from behind… 
He reached the opening of the aisle, and peered in, planting his feet firmly onto the stone path. He narrowed his eyes, hoping to adjust to the shadowy light of the aisle, and… there was more than one Heartless in there. He could’ve sworn he hit eleven… maybe more appeared? But then why would they run in here? There were about four, scrambling atop a pile of crates. Ah, okay, the source of the crash, those boxes must have toppled. Why were they climbing them? Trying to get over the wall? 
“Hey!” Sonic called, waving an arm. 
They didn’t turn around. Instead, they began to dig at the boxes, trying to knock them aside. 
“Hey? Yo? I’m over here?” 
Another box fell, sliding across the ground, and Sonic saw a tiny hand beneath the boxes. 
Oh.
Instantly, his plan was forgotten, and he charged into the aisle. One was gone before the others realized he was there, and then all three were pouncing at once. He dropped, rolling out of their way, before there was another  swing, swing, slam, and the Heartless were gone. 
Sonic dropped the keyblade, letting it clatter to the ground as he ran to the toppled boxes, throwing them to the side, not caring about whatever contents inside were being rustled or smashed. 
“Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?” 
He finally pushed aside enough that he saw the face of a little kid– maybe six or seven. He dropped to his knees then, kicking aside the last of the boxes as he pulled the child up into his arms. 
“Hey, the monsters are gone. Are you okay? Wake up!” 
He pushed his head against the kid’s chest, sighing with relief when he heard a heartbeat. He seemed fine, just knocked out for a moment. Having passed out twice in less than an hour, Sonic knew how  that  was. 
“Hey, buddy. Hey. Wake up.” 
He gently began to hit the kid’s cheek, trying to stimulate some kind of movement. Then finally, finally, the kid sat up, coughing slightly. Clouded eyes glanced up to Sonic, confused and disoriented. 
“Wh-where–” came his quick, choked voice.
“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” Sonic assured him, lifting him up slightly. “You’re okay, you… you’re gonna be okay.” 
“I… I was…” the kid shook his head, then tried to pull away. “No. No more monsters!”
“No, hey. I got rid of em. See?” Sonic reached out his hand, scratching along the path, before grabbing his blade’s hilt again. He held it up, watching the boy’s eyes go wide. “Magic sword. No more monsters. Where’s your home, I’ll–” 
“You have one too?” 
Sonic froze.
The boy’s voice was scratched as he asked that, breaking and cracking. It was a question that was absolutely desperate, and somehow also relieved, as if a spark of hope had finally been lit. 
Sonic waved his hand, letting the blade disappear. He looked down at the boy, at his scrappy clothes, at… 
His… 
The boy’s face flushed, and he reached backwards, pushing two huge, fluffy fox tails underneath his legs, trying unsuccessfully to hide them. 
“Crap,” he muttered, “I can never get those hidden.” 
“Hidden? You have tails?” 
The boy bit his lip, eyes darting to the ground. “Y-yeah. I’m sorry–” 
“Why are you sorry, that’s cool as hell! How do you have tails?”
The boy’s eyes widened with shock, and for a moment he seemed too stunned to respond. Then he slowly slid out of Sonic’s arms, standing upright and hugging his tails to him. 
“Uh, it’s a… a thing in my world. Or, well, it  was.  Apparently.  Was.”  
Was. Just that one word said enough. 
Sonic stood, looking the boy over again, before forcing a smile onto his face. Calm him down. Make him feel at ease. “Having tails? Do I look weird without one?” 
“N-no. I mean, it wasn’t normal– it isn’t normal, I…” the kid shut his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. “I should put them away.” 
“Can you, like, retract your tails?” Sonic asked, kneeling down. 
“I should. But I can never get it right–”
“Can I pet them, or is that rude?” 
The boy hesitated, then said, “I… think it’s okay? Just don’t pull.” 
“Why would I pull?” 
“Everyone pulls.” 
Sonic stiffened, and then nodded. He knelt down, running a hand softly over the tail fluff. The boy flinched as soon as his hand made contact, only relaxing when Sonic continued to be gentle. 
“You’re really fluffy.” he said. 
“Uh, thanks?” 
Sonic was pretty sure this kid was being weird right now, but so was he. It was clear that neither of them really knew how to talk to people, which somehow meant that they knew how to talk to each other. But also that they were incredibly awkward about it. 
“What’s your name, kid?” 
“Miles Prower.” he said. “But everyone calls–” another flash of sadness in his eyes. “Called me Tails.” 
“Adorable.” Sonic said, before holding out his hand for a shake. “I’m Sonic!” 
Miles– Tails– stared at his hand for a moment, and then immediately dove into a hug. 
“Whoa! Okay!” Sonic jumped, laughing a little. “Hey there.” 
The little boy looked up at him with teary blue eyes, and Sonic immediately felt a tug on his heart. 
Oh, he thought. I’m never gonna let him go, huh? 
And just like that, in the span of maybe two minutes, Sonic had taken Miles “Tails” Prower into his family. 
The boy slowly pulled away. “S-sorry, I–”
“No, it’s fine.” Sonic said. Truth be told, he wasn’t that fond of hugs, but clearly that wasn’t a good thing to tell the kid right now. “Where’re you coming from? Were those shadowy guys after you?” 
“They have been for a few weeks.” Tails muttered, again reaching to clutch a tail for comfort. 
“You’ve been here a few weeks? How’d you get here?”
“I was trying to esca–” his voice trailed off, and his eyes darted to the ground. “Well, I… I ended up following this dog which… sounds stupid now that I say it. But it doesn’t matter, I’m here now. I’ve been running around trying to avoid everyone, but the monsters keep finding me.” 
“Everyone? How many people are here?” 
“Not a lot. Makes it easier to hide, I guess.Where’re you hiding?” 
“Oh, I got here about an hour ago.” Sonic said. “So…” he shrugged. “I don’t  think  I have to hide though?  Oh!  We gotta go find Ebony and Honey, make sure they’re okay.” 
The boy shrunk slightly, hugging his tail again. 
“They’re safe! They’re nice. I… I think.” 
“How do you know?” 
Sonic bit his lip, and then said, “Well, if they’re not, I’ll protect you.” He knelt down, reaching out and putting a hand on the kid’s shoulder the same way Ebony had done to him. “Promise.” 
Tails looked from his hand to his face, and a million thoughts were etched across his face. Clearly his mind was moving at the speed of light, calculating and recalculating all of the information he had. Maybe this kid was older than he thought, he’d never seen a six-year-old act like this. Then again, what with what he’d heard, Miles Prower was definitely not a usual child. 
“Okay,” Tails said, and then proved Sonic’s hunch about his uniqueness immediately, as when Sonic gestured they should walk out of the aisle, the boy crouched and jumped, and then landed on the ground no longer as a human but as a tiny fox pup, its wagging tails bigger than the rest of its body. 
“Huh.” Sonic paused, then shrugged again, smiling. 
Not the weirdest thing. 
I have a feeling most of what I’m gonna see for a long while will get to be categorized as “not the weirdest thing.” 
I guess that’s adventure, huh? 
“Okay! Let’s do it to it.” Sonic said, and he walked out of the aisle, watching the little pup race at his heels.
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hikarinokusari · 4 years
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Player's achievement unlocked.
Today, @xyanmajor and I were suspected to be bots by fellow black mages. Just because we wanted to watch the scenery in the last dungeon. At the very least, they did not insult our IRL parents this time ?
Nix, when were you going to tell me you were a resurrected Allagean robot D8 ?
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jiminrings · 3 years
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they're interactions would prob be always in campus like at the library, class or even in a café or sth cuz i don't think stem!koo is the type to go to parties eXCEPT he's dragged invited to a party and approaches y/n since they share classes and are kinda acquaintances
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stem koo isn’t for the party scene and absolutely doesn’t know any better
cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D
jungkook wants to go anywhere but here
literally ANYWHERE
he’d actually enjoy studying on a friday night than to be here, a party, where he doesn’t know anyone besides jimin
JIMIN WHO ALREADY DISAPPEARED AND LEFT HIM?!??]%^{]!
it hasn’t even been a full hour since they arrived???
how the fuck did that guy even manage to talk him into accompanying him into this party :O
oh right
“i think i have a friend who has a friend that makes your lunches. it’s jUST a hunch but-“
jimin didn’t even manage to finish his sentence and jungkook already agreed
jungkook doesn’t care for the party scene at all. he doesn’t.
but that doesn’t mEAN that he doesn’t care for what other people think about him
he cares about your input pLS don’t say it to his face when it’s negative :((
uhhh he doesn’t exactly have party clothes
by party clothes, he doesn’t have what jimin has in his clothes
jeon jungkook does not own a sparkly sheer black long-sleeve shirt :D nor some leather pants :D or even a button-down shirt that in fact, does not have any buttons :D
what kook DOES have is a new red hoodie that he hasn’t worn before
it’s a red hoodie and that’s the equivalent of him dipping his toes in lava!!!
it’s spicy enough as it is
the only other change he’s gonna make is how the fuck he’s gonna tackle his myopia
he traded in his glasses for contacts tonight!!
they’re just clear and he might’ve had to struggle for thirty minutes to try and pop them in,,, inclusive of pep talks,,, but it’s still new!!!
(his glasses case is in his hoodie pocket)
that should be enough
the only thing that jungkook is lacking now is a familiar person
..... a familiar person.... who is in turn a safety blanket..... a comforting figure anongst strangers...... in a completely different environment
no
god there hAS to be a way that jungkook can find jimin so he could get home with ease, while simultaneously (passive-aggressively) chewing him out for abandoning him
easy!!! just easy breaths!!!!
it’s just like navigating a circuit that you made that you know the schematics of!!
only difference is that you didn’t make this circuit and there are no instructions!!!!!!!!!
<3 he’s doomed <3
jungkook bumps to numerous people and at some point, someone stopped him, nodded, and gave him a cup
what’s he SUPPOSED to with it????
alright think
a couch!!! yeah!!!!
jimin could be there and could be sitting because who doesn’t love sitting? right? why do people in parties not sit on couches exactly
“pick up, please. just pick up...” he keeps muttering under his breath, peering urgently to wherever his eyes could land on
OH MY GOD
IT’S THE BLONDE HAIR!!!!!
that must be jimin
“man, that was not cool! how could you-...”
jungkook immediately claps his hand to blondie’s back, even squeezing the flesh when he realizes that.... oh? why is the fabric not as coarse as what a glittery sheer shirt would be?
.... holy shit
that is definitely not jimin.
?!/!/!!/%]^]^[^^]
it’s his senior!!!!
his senior who’s blonde and looks intimidating and soft at the same time but dEFINITELY looks intimidating rn
d-did he just clap min yoongi’s shoulder
yoongi looks the furthest thing from pleased and it’s his sharp eyes that make jungkook’s impossibly wider
“i-i’m so sorry. i am so, so sorry-...”
his senior only casts a look to the person beside him, deciding to stand and completely walk away from jungkook
he is so.,,., lost
yoongi looks at you from beside your seat beside him and only pinches your thigh, making you knit your brows in irritation
WHAT WAS THAT FOR
did he literally just walk away from you
what was that about ://
you turn your head for what could be yoongi’s old trick, only seeing a face you clearly did not expect to be here
jungkook recognizes you before you could recognize him, chest immediately deflating
“y/n!!!!!”
oh that’s him alright
you sigh slowly, “jungkook.”
the boy wastes no time in eagerly yet shyly sitting beside you, occupying yoongi’s deserted spot
the cushion’s still warm tho
“thank god you’re here. i-i don’t know anyone in this party.”
your eyebrows raise at that, clearly finding no thought to it. “you should leave if you don’t know anyone here, jungkook.”
“b-but you’re here, so i’m good!” jungkook nods, correcting his statement, “i came here with my friend but he’s missing now.”
what???
that’s unsafe!!!!
who is this friend and why do you feel like giving him some stern words >:|
“i mean, i am here but you don’t want to be here.”
right
.... you’re right
jungkook clearly glosses over to what you just said because you are eXACTLY right
yeah sure he found you but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to be in this party
it’s nice he found someone familiar but it doesn’t mean he wants to stay!!!!
you could only chuckle under your breath, drinking from your cup and planning your route to find yoongi throughout
“you should probably go home, jungkook.”
the boy visibly mulls over that option but he looks nervous, his knee bouncing up and down then that you can’t help but notice
“or are you gonna wait for your friend?
did you just give him an even bigger dilemma
jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, a nervous giggle coming out from him even before he could restrain it
“i-i can’t find him anyway. but that’s okay, right? jimin always comes home one way or another.”
OH SO IT’S JIMIN
you’re gonna pulverize him when you drop by yoongi’s chess club again ://
“then go home.”
your affirmation makes jungkook nod resolutely, making his mind up
he stands up rather unsurely, sheepishly nodding to you before he takes two steps away from you
FUCK IT
jungkook turns to you almost nervously, eyes wavering that you only then realize that he isn’t wearing his glasses, seeing his bambi eyes a bit more clearly
“i-i’m very sorry to ask, and if it’s not too much trouble, a-and you don’t have to if you don’t want to but uhm — can you uh, can you walk me home?”
oh
oh
you’re pleasantly surprised from what jungkook’s asking of you, head tilting that he misinterprets and tries to backtrack
“i-it’s just that i feel safer with you. b-but i completely understand if-“
huh
that’s nice
you stand up abruptly, leaving your drink by the table because it might seem a little funky to walk down a street with a blatantly red cup lol
“okay.”
he hears you reply simply, seeing you walk ahead of him with your hands in your pockets
:((
jungkook is so grateful for you
you only share some classes here and there, and he’s only properly interacted with you once, and he doesn’t even have your number — but here you are, walking him home from a party he can’t stand to be in and is too anxious to walk away from alone
at some point, jungkook placed himself beside you so he could tell you where his apartment’s at,,
and also for the reason that he feels safer beside you and not behind you
you’re a warm presence if that makes sense
you’re team captain of your soccer team and you’re yoongi’s right-hand woman (and he’s your right-hand man slash nemesis) and he feels like everyone could count on you if they needed to
you’re not exactly outgoing nor warm nor approachable,,,, but jungkook doesn’t exactly mind
jungkook doesn’t mind because his senior is walking him home and he’s never felt more comforted before.
he starts tearing up at the edges of his eyes and it’s with a faint sniffle that you only turn your eyes at him, narrowing at the sight
you don’t even ask but he explains anyway, pointing in front of him
“nothing. just the wind. a-and i’m wearing contacts!”
you only nod curtly, continuing on walking when jungkook sees you pull out a goddamn bottle of eyedrops from your pocket, offering it to him like it’s no big deal
:(((((
his eyes ARE scratchy
“how did you-“
“i carry it around. yoongi and i have dry eyes.”
you don’t exactly stop when he drops them to his eyes, but you do slow down in the slightest
jungkook finds himself in front of his apartment complex soon enough, almost disappointed that the walk home was quick
you turn without even waiting for a thanks from him, completely surprised when he yells out for you and tries to jog in an attempt to your retreating figure
“t-thank you so much, y/n! it means a lot and i-i probably would be still in that party crying or whatever until i could find jimin. i’m so sorry still and i hope i can make it up to you and-...”
“good night.”
you only flash a small smile, similar to yoongi’s :] before leaving jungkook in front of his complex
he’s still a little perplexed but he doesn’t question it
jungkook’s still holding your bottle of eyedrops in his hand, the only thing reminding him that his senior did walk him home
he’s gonna return this to you
he will
:)
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jadedxrealityw · 3 years
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-Humming- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader
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   Request: @the--queen-of-hell   Draco x reader where they obviously have a huge crush on each other... and reader catches Draco humming a sweet tune to himself whenever he's trying to calm down (because maybe his mom did they when he was little)?? And later, Draco finds reader playing that same tune on the piano, and they kiss. Then draco asks her to play it again, and he kinda falls asleep on her shoulder?? Sth like that?? fluff overload? No pressure tho, totes understand if u dont wanna write it! xoxo
   Kody: Super cute. 
   House: Slytherin
   Possible Triggers/Warnings: cursing, panic attacks
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   being wealthy did not mean comfort, not one bit. Being able to buy anything you want did not mean you had everything. Draco Malfoy did not have everything. It was hard to find comfort in Hogwarts when he are raised to keep up a tough exterior. 
   at the age of 13 is when he figured out was panic attacks are. It’s also when he started to have them quite often. A couple things triggered them: stress, anything involving his father, and keeping up appearances. He was lucky to have met his friends Blaise, Theodore, Pansy, and you. 
   each and everyone of you were like him. Purebloods, wealthy, and wanted so desperately to separate yourselves from your parents. Blaise and Theo just wanted to get married and move away to a small town. Pansy wanted to be a fashion designer and of course marry Ginny Weasley. 
   you wanted to be a pianist and travel the world playing your music. Oh yes, you might be wondering what Draco wanted most in the world. Well, as cheesy as it was. To be with you. Over the years of friendship between you two it was natural that romance would blossom. 
   the thing is the both of you have insane insecurities that would prevent you each time from confessing. You needed each other and wouldn’t risk losing what you had for everything. Even if it meant yearning for each other for the rest of your days. Love is blind or maybe you both were
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   today Draco was on his own. Blaise and Theo had to retake an exam they missed all morning, Pansy was on a date with Ginny, and you offered to help Mcgonagall to prepare for morning classes like you did every so often. Draco didn’t like being left alone for long periods of time, but wouldn’t say anything.
   as he stood in his room he heard a slight tap to left. He gently placed down the book he was reading and looked towards the direction the sound came from. He saw his owl at the window, letter attached to it’s foot. He pushes himself up from the bed and walks over.
  he reaches for the window latch and pops it open before he pushes both sides. He reaches for the letter and gently unties it from its claw. “Thank you” he spoke softly and gently pet the owls head. His father would never let him name him because he didn’t want him to become attached to the creature.
   he would think of a appropriate name another day for his feathery friend. He flips the letter over and sees a black wax stamp with the letter ‘M’ engraved in it. Speaking of his father. His expression instantly dropped as he used his finger to tear it open. 
   He picks out the letter and unfolds it recognizing his father’s handwriting. He began to read the contents of the letter. Same old same old, asking about his studies and such and pushing onto him about being a true Malfoy and whatever the hell that meant. He felt his chest tighten a bit, like the air was being sucked out of his lungs
   damnit. Why couldn’t he just live his own life? Why did he have to push nice people away just because they weren’t a Slytherin or a pureblood? It was bullshit. Draco started to hyperventilate. Shit. Not now. Everything became hot. Why was the room so hot?
   dropping the letter, Draco runs out of his dorm. He needed fresh air or he’d pass out. Running through the halls, he began to lose his sense of direction. He pushes open a random door and slides down the closet wall until he hits the floor. He was panting heavily and his hands were shaking.
   he begins to hum a tune. A sweet tune his mother used to hum to him when he was younger and had nightmares. She always say “When you hum this it will calm you down and someone will come and find you. Sweet dreams Draco” he pulled his knees up to his chest and continued to hum the tune. 
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   after you finished helping professor Mcgonagall you began to walk back to the Slytherin house. It was always cold at Hogwarts so you put on layers. A black turtleneck sweater with a emerald green one on top and black and white plaid pants. 
   you walked past the music room where you went to play piano and heard a faint humming noise. Taking a few steps back you lean against the door to listen to it. It was definitely male, but you couldn’t tell who it exactly was. It was a lovely tune. It was sweet and upbeat, almost like a lullaby of some sorts.
   after a minute or so the humming stopped. You push open the door to find Draco curled up against the wall. You rush over to him, dropping to your knees beside him “Draco?” you say reaching to grab his face. He looks up from the ground and at you “Y/n?” he asked, almost unsure if it was you.
   you nod and wrap your arms around him “Sorry i wasn’t here” you spoke in a hushed tone. He lays his head on your shoulder, shaking his head “It’s fine. Your here now” he says. Both of you held each other until you could no longer that day. 
   someone did come to find him that day. 
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   you couldn’t stop thinking about the tune you heard. You were tossing and turning in your bed unable to sleep. Fuck it. You threw your blanket off your body and pushed yourself out of bed. You slip on some black boots real quick over your off white long socks. You had been wearing stockings and a oversized emerald green flannel. 
   you slowly creep towards you door, trying to not step on any lose floor panels that would creek and alarm anyone. You turn the handle of the door and step out into a dark hallway, looking to left. You step out and face forward so you could walk down the hall.
   smack!
   you come face first with a hard and warm surface “Ow!” you exclaim as you take a step back. You look up to see the one and only Slytherin prince, hair a mess and a confused expression “Y/n? What in the hell are you doing up so late?” he asked.
   you stumble over your words for a moment “Just wanted to sneak some snacks from the great hall. Cover for me if Snape comes. Okay bye” you push past him and rush down the hall. Draco stood dumbfounded trying to decipher what you just said. 
   so he followed you of course. What friend wouldn’t?
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   as you walk down the hall, you neared the music room. Your fingers itched to press down on the familiar keys. You push open the door and step into the almost empty room, a smile gracing your face. You walked towards the piano and take a seat on the bench.
   you roll up your sleeves to your elbows and straighten your back. The tune flew through your head and to your fingertips. You played the song exactly the way you heard it. You had never heard Draco hum this before and you wondered where he had heard it from. 
   you gently swayed your head as you played the tune. Closing your eyes you smiled brightly. Soon enough you felt a presence next you, causing you to stop playing. You open your eyes and see Draco sitting next to you. Oh shit. You were caught “You heard me this morning, didn’t you?” he asked.
   you slowly take your hands off the keys, nodding. You look down in shame expecting him to be angry for eavesdropping on his private moment. You felt one hand grab your chin and turn it upwards and to the left to face Draco. He leans in a captures your lips in a sweet kiss.
   you subconsciously pushed his chest away, breaking you two apart. Draco looks down at you, your faces inches apart. He looks mortified, scared of what your next actions would be “I’m so sorry-” but you smashed your lips onto him instead.   
   he kissed back instantly, one hand squeezing your side while the other laid on the nape of your neck. Your kiss was sloppy and fueled by by every unspoken confession that was never said over the years. Oxygen is needed for humans to live apparently so you both pull away panting for air.
   “My mother is right” he spoke, making you laugh in confusion. “What?” you question. “My mother told me that whenever you play the tune someone will come and find you. It worked for me and it worked for you” you smile lightly and you both kiss again for a short moment.
   after your sweet exchange Draco asked you to play the tune again and you did for him. After a couple minutes he laid his head on your shoulder and fell asleep listening to you play. You didn’t want to move him so you wrapped an arm around him and smiles “Sweet dreams Draco”
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   Kody: Short and sweet. Remember you can be asked to join to taglist. Anyways, peace.
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   Taglist: @sonbelleame @moonpi3 @dracosathenaeum
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ghosthunterbuck · 3 years
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Yes your writing is so cool!! If you ever have time my prompt would be sth along the lines of - what if Buck gets insecure abt whether or not people like him? Most of the time he knows the 118 loves him, but sometimes he feels like he's exhausting them. And there is that one time they joke abt sth but he interprets it wrong and gets his feelings hurt so he starts to withdraw. But they're having none of it and WHEN they figure it out? Oh boy, he gets showered with love. Maybe tears up a lil.
I finally did it!! Thank you so much for sending in a prompt, I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you like it!!
not then, not now
buddie (1.6k) (read it on ao3)
The thing is, Buck knows that when Chim’s jokes are a little more biting than usual, it’s because he’s dead on his feet. Having a baby at home will do that to you. He knows that when Hen ignores him in favor of her textbooks, it’s because she’s stressed and being pulled in too many directions all at once. When Bobby lectures him, it’s because he cares. When Eddie retreats in on himself and won’t talk to him, it’s because he’s had to be fiercely independent his entire life, and he still struggles with leaning on the people that care about him.
In his head, Buck knows all of these things. It’s like he told Maddie, though: sometimes, he just doesn’t feel like he can trust it. Objectively, he can point to a hundred times his teammates have shown him they love him. Hell, they’ve told him. But in those little moments, he doesn’t feel it.
(“Exhausting.”
“What makes you say that, Evan?” Dr. Copeland asks.
“Eddie said it once.” Buck squirms uncomfortably.
“Do you think he meant it?”
“No,” Buck says, looking away.
“How did it make you feel?”)
So he does little things to make them feel better, and he tries not to make it about himself. He makes a cup of tea for Hen and doesn’t try to bring up the article he read the night before. He offers to babysit for Chim and Maddie and makes sure to laugh at Chim’s jokes, even if he has to force it. He spots Eddie in the gym and pointedly doesn’t ask why his jaw’s been clenched for the better part of an hour. He helps Bobby in the kitchen and does his best to look contrite when he’s scolded for not leaving the fire fast enough, even though there’d still been a bedroom left to check.
It’s been that kind of week. Still, he can’t help but chatter excitedly on the way back from a call that involved a sinkhole, because, like, sinkhole! It’s the first one he’s ever seen, and maybe the only natural disaster he’s never been called to before.
Hen shakes her head (fondly, right?) and sighs. “You’re a walking, talking Wikipedia, you know that?”
“Yeah, one that never shuts up,” Chim jokes, elbowing her.
He doesn’t mean anything by it. Buck knows he doesn’t mean anything by it, but he snaps his mouth shut anyway and offers a sheepish smile. Eddie shoots a glare at Chim, which Buck appreciates, but honestly, he’s not wrong. He keeps quiet the rest of the ride.
The rest of the week, actually. They could all use a break from him, Buck’s sure of it. They love him, he knows that, but it doesn’t mean they want to deal with him 24/7. That’s fine. It is.
Eddie ambushes him in the locker room on Monday morning. They’re just coming off a 24-hour shift, and Buck’s barely keeping his eyes open. They’d had call after call, virtually nonstop, and the only thing he can even begin to think about is going to bed. So when Eddie asks him what’s wrong, he’s genuinely confused.
“M’fine,” Buck yawns. “Tired,” he amends.
Eddie chuckles softly. “Yeah, me too.”
“Pretty sure I could sleep for a week,” Buck says.
Eddie nods in agreement. “If you’re willing to trade a week for ten hours, you want to come over for dinner? I know Christopher would love to see you. He’s been dying to tell you about the book he’s reading in class. Something about extreme weather?”
Buck wants to go. Of course he does. And Eddie’s inviting him, which means he wants him there. It wouldn’t be too much. Still though… “I don’t want to take up your family time with Chris,” he hedges, pulling his duffle onto his shoulder.
Eddie frowns. “You’re family too, Buck. You know that, right?”
To Buck’s horror, his eyes begin to sting. The combination of his exhaustion, a week’s worth of walking on eggshells, and Eddie being nice, just like he always is, is about to push Buck over the edge.
“‘Course,” he says roughly. “I’ll be there.”
Eddie narrows his eyes. It’s times like these when Buck curses just how well Eddie knows him. If he’s not out of this locker room in 30 seconds, Eddie’s going to clock that he isn’t just tired, and then he’s going to make Buck explain, and then Buck’s going to be putting his shit on someone else all over again.
“Buck,” Eddie starts.
“Gotta go, see you tonight. Text me the time!” Buck says in a rush, pasting a bright smile on his face and turning to leave as quickly as he can.
Eddie catches his elbow.
Too late.
“Please talk to me,” Eddie asks softly.
Buck feels himself deflate. “It’s stupid.”
“Not if it’s bothering you. And don’t tell me it’s not. We’ve all noticed something’s been off this week. We’re worried,” Eddie says. “I’m worried,” he amends, when Buck won’t look him in the eye.
He looks at Eddie and sees the care and concern written all over his face, and he just… can’t keep it in anymore. A tear slips past his lashes and rolls down his cheek. Eddie’s eyes widen. He raises a hand to Buck’s face and brushes away the tear, then leads him to the bench.
“Tell me,” he pleads.
“I don’t…” Buck trails off. It’s not that he doesn’t know what he’s feeling, not even that he has trouble putting it into words. He just can’t say it. “I can’t,” he whispers, resisting the urge to bury his face in his hands.
“You can, Buck, I promise. Whatever it is, I’ve got your back, remember?”
Buck nods miserably. “I’m not going to make you carry my shit,” he says. “You’ve got enough to deal with as it is. I know something’s been bothering you, too.”
Eddie sighs. “You would notice that, wouldn’t you?”
“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but whatever it is, I’m not going to add onto it with…” he trails off and waves his hand, as if to encompass everything he’s thinking.
“My parents want to visit,” Eddie says after a moment, “and I’m not looking forward to defending every decision I’ve ever made all over again. Especially not after… well, you know. That’s what’s been bothering me. Your turn.”
“Eddie, I-“
“Look, Buck. I appreciate you letting me work through it in my own time, but I’m not… keeping things from you. I just needed a minute. And I’m your friend, alright? I always want to know what’s going on in your head, even if I’ve got shit rattling around in mine, too. So tell me? Please?”
“I don’t want to be exhausting,” Buck says, voice small and quiet. He hunches his shoulders in, just like he did as a kid.
Eddie looks stricken, and Buck’s immediately hit with a wave of guilt and regret.
“I’m sorry,” Buck backtracks, “I shouldn’t have said that, I don’t-“
Eddie surprises him by surging forward and pulling him into a bruising hug. “I’m sorry,” he says into Buck’s ear. “I don’t think I ever said it, but I am. I didn’t mean it then, and I don’t think it now.”
“I know,” Buck says quietly. He returns the hug, but doesn’t quite relax into it.
Eddie pulls back a little and looks him in the eye, not letting go of his shoulders. “I don’t think you do,” he says.
“You don’t have to-“
“I do. Buck, you’re the most selfless person I know. You care about everyone else so much, and sometimes I wonder if that leaves enough space left for you. You matter, Buck, to all of us. Whatever it was we did this week that made you feel like this, we’re sorry. Every single person here loves you, and we want to know when something’s wrong, okay?”
Another tear tracks its way down Buck’s face. “Okay,” he whispers.
“C’mon,” Eddie says, standing and holding his hand out.
Buck takes it and stands, wiping his face with his other hand as he does. To his surprise, Eddie doesn’t let go; instead, he threads his fingers through Buck’s and pulls. Buck follows him helplessly as he leads him out of the locker room and back up the stairs to the firehouse loft. To his even greater surprise, the entire team is still there.
“What, uh, what are you guys still doing here?” Buck asks. His voice is steadier than before, but still comes out rougher than he’d like.
“Waiting for you,” Hen says, standing from the couch.
“Why?” Buck can’t help but ask. He knows. He knows, but… maybe he wants to hear her say it.
She gives him a look, like she knows he’s fishing, but indulges him anyway. “Because you’ve been down all week, and we care about you.”
Buck’s knee-jerk reaction is to tell her he’s fine, but then Eddie nudges him. It makes him want to laugh, because of course Eddie knows exactly what he was going to do. He shakes his head and smiles.
“I was feeling a little, uh, insecure, I guess.” Buck looks at his feet, but looks up as Hen walks closer, Bobby and Chimney following behind.
Hen nods, like she already knew. Honestly, she probably did. “And now?”
Eddie squeezes his hand. “Starting to feel better,” Buck grins.
“Good,” Hen nods, and then she’s hugging him.
“We love you, kid,” Bobby says, joining in.
Chim wraps his arms around all three of them. “Yeah we do, Buckaroo,” he says.
Eddie plasters himself along Buck’s back and puts a hand on his waist. He leans in close to his ear and quietly says, “and I’m not going to let you forget it.”
Buck sighs and relaxes into the hug. So what if he gets a little stuck in his head? He’s got a family that will always be there to pull him back out.
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stepintomyvoid · 3 years
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A Deeper Understanding [Newt Scamander x reader]
A/N: Yes this is me, trying fanfiction again. I haven’t written a single word in like 3 years or sth? But whateveeeer I’ve been really inspired by the Harry Potter Universe again, so here we go. Also please excuse any grammatical errors! English is only my second language, so please be gentle haha! But if you like this stuff, please please tell me! I’m super anxious about my writing, but I will of course take constructive criticism.
Warnings: not really anything, it’s fluffy and a bit angsty, mention of death
Word Count: 2721
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“I wonder, Mr Scamander, is that really the fitting pair of shoes for those trousers?”, you smirked, carrying a large bucket of feed for the mooncalves. The golden haired man looked up, following your body as you walked past him. He was crouched down, tying his oak-brown leather shoes. The right corner of his mouth twitched a bit, almost indicating a smile. But he stayed silent, keeping his amusement to himself.
His silence jabbed your mood a bit but you shrugged it off. You had helped him for a few months now, assisting in caring for his beautiful creatures. To you, it felt like years. But your relationship went back even farther. Your first time meeting the shy Newt Scamander was your first year in Hogwarts. You, a muggle-born witch, were still adjusting to the new wizard world upon you. You had just been sorted into your Hogwarts House the day before and walked around the castle, aimlessly, just taking it all in. When you bumped into a Hufflepuff sitting cross-legged on the floor with some small creature in his hands. That’s when you met and forgot again. He was a little too awkward, you were a little too lost. It was just a random encounter and nothing came out of it. You didn’t even know his name back then.
Years later, you saw a certain Erumpent, an indeed breathtaking rhinceros which looked like it had actual lava in his horn, roaming around in Central Park in New York, the location of your Christmas vacation. This was your second encounter. Upon seeing this giant creature galopp through the winterly landscape, you left immediately; only years later you learned that the one and only Newt Scamander was there too. Not only that, he was responsible for it. All of your friends called you insane and laughed your encounter off like it never happened.
You actually met the young Mr Scamander in one of his readings about Magical Creatures in London, he was talking about Thestrals. He described these skinny black horses with skeletal bodies as elegant and gentle, he said they were calm but at the same time so very powerful. How he talked about every creature in the same loving way fascinated you from the beginning.
“But their beauty can only be seen by very view”, he said. He just sat on a small chair in front of a small crowd in a library. Not a lot of people were interested in his liberal views. But you adored him. The way the golden sunlight, broken by the dirty window glass, shined on his left side, the few times he actually looked up from the floor and a passionate smile grew on his face, you couldn’t stop listening. “You see, only those who saw death can see a Thestral. But many mistake this description for its literal definition. To see a Thestral, one needs to-“
You raised your hand. The brown-haired curls looked up. Almost startled by your action, he exclaimed a “yes?”. “One needs to have a deeper understanding of death, rather than just being a witness.” You blushed immediately as the small crowd turned around to look at you. “Right?”, you added shyly. He nodded.
After the reading, Newt stood up immediately, almost fleeing the building. You ran after him. “Uhm, Mr Scamander! Mr Scamander! I, uh...”, you called. He stopped to turn around. “Yes, can I help you?”, he asked politely, his gaze on the ground. He shortly looked up to study your expression. “I know, this must seem...strange. But I just wanted to apologize for interrupting your reading. I’m sorry if that seemed impolite”, you said with a hopeful smile.
“Oh”, he paused. “No, don’t worry. I’m just not... uh, used to people knowing or even caring about Thestrals. Most of them find them rather grim, I believe”, he smiled, looking into your eyes again for a few seconds. His blue eyes shimmered hazel in the afternoon sun. “I must excuse myself. I have to feed the mooncalves, I wish you a nice day”, he nodded and was on the verge on turning around again, you reached out, almost gripping his coat to stop him. “Mr Scamander, if I may, would I be able to help you with that? You don’t have to say yes, I just...I would love to learn more. One can only read so much in books”, you chuckled. He turned to you again, looking shocked again.
“Don’t feel obligated”, you added. “You are most welcome to. I can always use some help. Excuse my hesitation, this has never happened to me before”, he laughed, “if you follow me?”
And that’s how you found yourself visiting Newt Scamanders suitcase every day since then. You were a good team. And once he opened up to you more, joked around every now and then, you felt more comfortable around him as well. But still, there was always this thick wall between you emotionally. Neither one of you shared too many personal memories with each other. You enjoyed each other’s company dearly, you did. But something always kept you from being closer. Even though, from time to time, there were moments where the freckled man could make your heart jump like you’ve never felt before.
“Need help with that?” you asked one day as Newt was brewing a potion to treat the stomach ache of one of the Diricawls. You stood behind him, your hands on his shoulders, so you could look over him on your tip-toes. He turned his head a bit so he could see your face in the corner of his eyes, he blushed. “I’m good”, he said like a whisper. “Ugh, shut up and let me help you”, you scoffed and pulled out your wand. A few circular swings with your wand and the brown-ish fluid in the dark kettle started bubbling softly. “There you go, sweetie”, you said and patted his shoulder blades roughly. “No one is better at potions than you, Y/N”, he grinned slightly as he turned around to face you, his hands on the table behind him. “I know”, you winked at him. He broke the eye contact, his red-brown locks fell into his face, failing to hide his blushing cheeks. There it was again, that feeling. His shyness when you called him sweetie or honey drove you crazy. Officially you might have been completely platonic but his hidden smirks and chuckles made your insides burst.
 And then, one fateful Decembre evening, everything changed.
 “Y/N? You mind doing me a favour? You can say no of course... but... I’d... I’d love to have you there”, he smiled, his eyes darker than usual. You were just finishing up and about to leave but him asking you with this kind expression was a turn of events. “Uh, sure. What do you need me to do?”
Only about twenty minutes later you found yourself standing on the edge of a small lake surrounded by a pine forest at almost midnight. It was a bit chilly even for you, you lifted your shoulders, covering your face in your scarf. “Are you cold?”, Newt asked kneeling on the edge of the water, his wand in his hand, a worrying look on his face. He looked so pale in the blue light. “It’s alright”, you smiled at him. “Mr Scamander, if I may ask, what exactly are we doing here?”, you crossed your arms looking around. The forest was dark and cold, it looked utterly uninviting. Before you, the light blue lake reflected the moonlight and made for a calm atmosphere. It was almost completely silent. Your breath was visible in front of you and in that moment you wished, you had worn a thicker jumper.
“Looking for Kelpies, of course, Ms Y/L/N.”
“Of course”, you scoffed to yourself. Your gaze wandered across the water, it was quite peaceful.
“Couldn’t this wait `til the morning?”, you asked stepping closer to the lake.
“Sadly, no”, he then went on a rant on how this time was very important to get a good look at a Kelpie because they’re the friendliest when the sea is the coldest. You tried to distract yourself from the freezing cold by listening closely. But as you looked over to the other side of the lake, you made out a black creature drinking in the lake. Your eyes widened. A slender four-legged creature with a slim neck. It seemed, as if the creature could sense your staring and its head shot up, looking directly at you. Like a startled deer, you couldn’t look away. It was a Thestral.
“Newt!”, you whispered, keeping your eyes locked on the horse-like creature. “Newt!”, you said again with a bit more intensity. You couldn’t see but he turned around to look at you, saw your mesmerized face and looked into the same direction. “What is it? Did you see something?”, he asked, not moving a muscle. “It’s a... a Thestral, Newt. I can’t believe it. It’s so... beautiful”, you said slowly, still not blinking. The black skeleton moved around a bit, its coat shimmering blue in the night.
“What?”, Newt asked. He slowly stood up. He looked back and forth a few times. “Y/N?”, he said with a soft voice.
“Newt, don’t move! Look at it, it’s majestic”, you said with a wide smile. “Y/N-“, he tried again. “What is it? It’s right over there. Can’t you see it?”, you said with a hushed voice as to not spook the creature.
“No, actually, I can’t... see it”, Newt admitted. As you looked at him for the first time in minutes, you realized, he was a lot closer than you thought. Slowly you realized what this meant. Your smile faded. Newt had a painful expression on his face, covering it up with a weak smile to make you feel better. Of course, only you could see the Thestral. Because only you had witnessed death. Flashes of memories flooded your brain. You looked down brushing your hand through your hair.
“I’m sorry, Y/N”, he said as if he thought this would make it better. For the first time, his eyes never left you. “It was my Mum”, you said huskily, “she uh... passed, twelve years ago.”
Tears started clouding your vision as more and more memories came back again. You witnessed your Mum’s death. But how it happened was so horrible that you could not dare to speak it out loud.
Newt came another step closer and lightly squeezed your arm in comfort. He wanted to make it all ok again. Both of you didn’t say another word. You didn’t need to. For a moment you looked up into his eyes before he hesitantly pulled you into a hug. His arms were wrapped around your waist. Even through several layers of clothes you could feel his warmth against your chest. He smelled like apple pie and cider. Your arms around his neck, he was pulling you close to him, breathing into your shoulder. At that moment, you felt so vulnerable, like you would break any second and his strong grip was the only thing holding you together. He was stronger than you expected. His hands on your back, he pushed you closer to him. And there was nothing you wanted more than to kiss him right in this moment. He had never touched you like that, so intimate and strong.
Slowly his grip loosened, leaving you immediately cold again. Your hands slowly slid down his neck but stayed at his cheeks. You cupped his face looking at his dark blue eyes sparkling. His freckles were almost invisible, varnished with a red colour. His hands stayed at your hips, his thumb lightly brushing over you. You pulled his head down softly and he followed willingly. The amber curls tickled your forehead and you felt a soft hand cupping your cheek. You were only milimetres away from each other, so close, you breathed the same air. The heat was almost unbearable.
“Y/N...”
“Don’t...”, you mumbled. Your foreheads touched lightly. “Y/N, I...”, he began again. You gripped the hair at the back of his head to keep him close. His fingers ran through your hair as his other hand slid up your back. Your lips wanted his. You were breaking under his every touch.
A sudden water splash from the lake ripped you from your moment. Both of you turned to the lake, a dark shimmering creature had risen from the depths of the water. As fast as it appeared, it was gone again. The few water drops you felt, cooled your heated cheeks rather quickly. Newt rushed to the edge of the water, “did you see that?!”, he exclaimed. “Yea”, you gulped, still shook by what just happened. After looking at the water surface for what felt like hours, Newt turned around again looking at you, standing there like a beaten dog. You didn’t dare to say anything. What would you even say? Why didn’t he say anything?
The rest of the night both of you kept pretty much silent. You had never felt this unsure in your life. Normally, Newt was the shy and awkward one but he just turned your world around. The next few days you barely talked, still processing your moment the other night.
Until, you just couldn’t keep it in anymore. Without a warning you blurted out: “Tell me, how you feel about me.”
Newt, who was sorting plants as of right now, turned around with wide eyes. “What...”, he said slowly. “Tell me”, you repeated. “Who am I to you.”
He just stared at you without making a noise for a few moments before looking back at the ground, avoiding your gaze. “What... what do you mean by... by that?”, he stuttered, still looking down.
“Newt, come on. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t... I just can’t keep working here acting like everything’s normal, when it’s not... it’s really not”, you said walking around rubbing your forehead. “What’s wrong?”, he asked innocently. “I’m sorry, that was a stupid question. Is it about your mother? I’m terribly sorry. If there’s anything I can do, just-“
“Stop”, you cut him off sharply. “Please don’t... don’t do that.”
“Do what?”, he asked, obviously confused now.
“Being all cute and innocent and nice and... and just... you”, you replied and looked up at him.
“What’s wrong? I don’t...”, he stammered trying to read you.
“Who am I to you”, you asked again standing right in front of him.
He didn’t reply. He just stared holes in the floor again. Your hands softly found his cheeks and you pushed his gaze up to look at you. His eyes struggled to look at you. But when his found yours, there was it again, the magic, the flicker, the nervous tingling feeling in your stomach. “Tell me”, you whispered. “Say something”, you said, followed by an endless feeling pause.
“You’re funny”, he whispered. You held your breath for a moment.
“And you’re smart... so clever.” You started grinning.
“You make me smile, you’re so good and full of light.” You rubbed your thumb over his cheek.
“You brew the best potions, better than anyone I’ve ever seen. And you’re just...”, he paused.
“You’re just so very beautiful.”
You let out a happy giggle, your hands sliding to his neck and gently twirling his locks with your finger. He couldn’t look into your eyes but you could see that he liked it.
“Your nose is very symmetric and you have a nice chin”, he added, raising his gaze and looking at you with those hazel puppy eyes. You started laughing.
“What?”, he shyed away. “I’m sorry. That was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have said that... I understand if you want to leave”, he said.
“Don’t you dare think that for one second, Mr Scamander”, you said with a wide grin. That’s when you pulled him closer and finally kissed him. Your lips met and Newt closed the gap between your bodies. He pushed himself against you. “That’s all I wanted to hear”, you pulled away for a brief moment, only to deepen the kiss quickly after saying that. You never wanted to let him go again.
Thank you so much for reading! <3
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butwhyduh · 3 years
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Can I request sth more fluffy? Middle of the night cuddle with my boi Tim and fem!reader (*^*). You wrote some good spice now can I ask for some sugar?
Christmas party
Tim drake x reader
Christmas series 1
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It was a cold still night in Gotham. One where the moon was visible and the air was crisp. You snuggled under your blankets on your with your heaters on high but you had a bone chill that wouldn’t disappear easily. You shivered and wished Tim was there.
He had patrol. The city never slept and this was a prime night for crime. It was a perfect night. Or a Gotham perfect night anyways. He had given you a quick kiss and literally jumped off your fire escape. Your scream was caught in your throat as you watched him rappel away. It never got easier to watch. It didn’t help you sleep either.
Your eyes finally started to get tired and your comfort watch-a-hundred-times Netflix show wasn’t holding your attention anymore and you fell asleep. The street below was surprisingly quiet even.
You woke to the sounds of something or someone outside your window. You couldn’t see out because of the closed curtains. You quickly looked at your clock. It was only 2 AM. He was usually out until 4. You reached for the bat you kept by the bed and quietly stood up as the window opened. Your heart beat quickly and you clenched the bat. Tim had been very certain that you should swing on sight of an intruder. Use the element of surprise.
Legs slid into your apartment and you swung. Hard. A soft “oof” sounded and they grabbed your bat.
“Sunshine, it’s me! It’s Tim,” he whispered loudly. You relaxed. “Good hit though.” Groan.
“Sorry Timmy! Are you okay?” You asked turning on a lamp. He stood in his suit, his cowl still on. He pulled it off.
“I’m fine. I’m just glad you protected yourself,” Tim said pulling off his suit. He put it in the hamper and came up to you. He gave you a little kiss. You moved to hold his hips and he hissed and pulled away. You pulled back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just kinda got shot today,” Tim answered lightly and you gasped. “It didn’t go through the suit though. I’m fine. Just a bruise. Not even a bone bruise. I swear.”
You looked at him in the lamp light and there was a blue bruise forming on his hip. “Timmy, what happened?”
“I didn’t duck,” he joked and you blanched. “Just some drug dealers. Red Hood was there and he took care of it. That’s why I’ve got the night off. Not the bruise. Sorta the bruise,” Tim grimaced as he climbed in bed.
“Red Hood then shot out their kneecaps and said that he’d shoot any criminals on sight if they were out tonight. Said it was ‘fucking Christmas so go the fuck home.’ So B thought it was best to have the night off of Red Robin,” Tim said laying flat. Your eyebrows rose at that one. He tried to hide a tiny groan as he adjusted to be more comfortable. You laid beside him careful not to touch him.
“Does this hurt,” you asked, gently leaning against his arm. You’d rather full on cuddle but you didn’t want to hurt him. Tim moved and pulled you close to him from the waist up.
“I’m okay. Don’t worry about me. It’s late. Let’s get some sleep,” he said rubbing his thumb on your back. You rested your head on his chest.
“Yeah, but I’m definitely worried about you because you got shot. Please, be careful,” you pleaded. He had a hard time looking you in the eyes. Guilt over making you worrying was a bitch.
“Of course, always. I’ll at least have patrol off for a few days. Give me a kiss,” Tim said hopefully. You leaned over and kissed him delicately like he was breakable. He was so strong but still only a human.
“If anything happens to you, I’ll beat Batman up myself.”
“That’s the nicest and most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. We’ll hang out tomorrow, before the Christmas party, okay Sunshine?” Tim said with his eyes already closed. He was severely sleep deprived and wasn’t going to be up much longer.
“Sure, Tim,” you whispered as his breathing evened in sleep.
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All morning, you both laid in bed and watched tv. Tim tried to get a little handsy but his hip was in more pain than he had anticipated and one touch by your hand had him almost jumping out of the bed in pain. It really was black and blue. But this was a rare moment to just cuddle with him and you weren’t missing it for the world. Tim was on the phone most of the afternoon.
The weather had changed from nice to sleet but the time you were getting ready for the party. You had changed and were finishing your look. Tim was throwing on a sweater and watch you had gotten him for his birthday. He pushed his hair back before it flopped right back in place.
“You’re beautiful,” he said suddenly like he was finally watching you. He meant it as a compliment but it came out almost like ‘who knew?’ You gave him an eyebrow. “You know what I mean. You look great tonight,” Tim said with some pink around his cheeks.
“Thanks,” you said giving him a kiss on the cheek. He groaned and wiped the lipstick off his pale skin. You smirked. He walked over to the coat rake with just the slightest stiffness to his walk to show how bruises up he was.
“Are you ready? Don’t forget your coat. It’s nasty out there. I think we might have to stay over at the manor tonight,” Tim said grimacing. “It’s okay right now but if it gets worse..”
“You sure?” You asked. You didn’t want to miss it but if the weather was awful you didn’t want to chance an accident.
“Yeah we’ll be fine. I can drive through just about any weather,” Tim said with a wink. You grabbed your coat and left.
Nude hose was a bad idea. It was frigid outside. You should have worn the fleece lined thick tights you had considered as you were shivering in Tim nice red sport coupe.
Wayne manor couldn’t come in view fast enough and you happily ran up the stairs and in the house from the parking garage. Tim chuckled and then grimaced when he tried to catch up.
“Careful on your bruise,” you reminded him. He nodded. The house was much warmer than outside. Alfred warmly invited you into the study. Bruce, and Duke were already hanging out. They were talking about movies and Tim jumped in. He didn’t get much free time but when he did, he was a huge nerd.
Damian and his friend? Girlfriend? Walked in and started playing chess.
Dinner was served in the dinning room. Alfred always made amazing food. A traditional mushroom soup. Apparently Bruce’s mother had it as a Christmas tradition and, while the boys barely touched theirs, Bruce happily enjoyed it.
You saw Jason and his date before he cleared his throat from your seat at the table. Alfred was so happy and quickly ushered them to their seat at the table. Tim held your hand as often as he could as the meal continued. His long fingers stroked the inside of your palm in a soothing way. Whether it was for you or him, you couldn’t tell.
Down at the other end of the table, Dick said something loudly and it took you a second to realize what was going on. He was proposing. Tim had a little smile as Dick stuttered his way through his words. That was new.
She looked at the box in shock. She wasn’t going to say no was she?!? You couldn’t handle the stress and you gripped Tim’s hand tightly. Dick literally pleaded for an answer and that broke the spell she seemed to be under and she said yes.
Kisses. Applause. Champagne.
Tim lightly squeezed your hand that you had relaxed and he smiled at you. You both were young enough that a proposal wasn’t an awkward thing to watch. You were seen as just too young. Dick and his new fiancé retired for the night and the party was moved to the parlor.
You sat on a stool by the billiards table. Tim and Jason immediately began playing a game while you talked to his girlfriend and Cass.
“So if I win,” Jason said a full hour later. By this time, Damian’s girlfriend had fallen asleep on his shoulder and Bruce had announced the storm too bad to travel. “I get the penthouse.”
“Sure Jay. That’s Bruce’s. But I’m willing to gamble it,” Tim said throwing his hands up at the ridiculousness.
“I accept terms,” Bruce said. Both boys looked at him surprised. “Whoever wins gets the penthouse.”
Jason narrowed his eyes at Bruce and Tim gave you a wtf look but neither questioned the decision. Jason played seriously. He was a natural. His rough upbringing had him playing pool in many hazy bars as a kid as well as the occasional trip to a bar on the weekend he enjoyed regularly. Tim just didn’t have time to play games. Plus he had a nasty bruise on his hip. Jason won the game easily.
“So the penthouse is mine?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tim softly coughed in his hand.
“If you’ll live in it,” Bruce said. Damian was carefully carrying his girlfriend upstairs.
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
“I guess, deal?” Tim said confused. “Though you should owe me. You’re the one that got me shot.”
“What?! You got him shot?” You asked loudly. Tim blanched.
“Not my fault,” Jason defended.
“Literally your fault,” Tim countered.
“What did you do?” Jason’s girlfriend asked looking at him suspiciously. He offered her a sheepish smile.
“I might have said ‘what are you gonna do, shoot us?’ I meant me. Not Tim! He also has a bulletproof suit,” Jason said.
“That’s not in the report,” Bruce said slowly and both boys flinched.
“Good night everybody. Merry Christmas,” Jason said pulling his date from the room.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Bruce called down the hall. Everyone else took it as a cue that the party was over.
You moved upstairs to Tim’s old bedroom. A My Chemical Romance poster and Dragon Ball Z poster hung on the back of his door as the only personal items. You smirked at him when you saw it.
“I forgot that was there,” Tim groaned reaching for it. His pale skin was flush with embarrassment. You grabbed his arm.
“Leave it. It’s cute. It’s got personality,” you said with a laugh. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah. A complete nerd,” he said looking away.
“And you think you’ve changed since? You wear Spider-Man boxers under your suit sometimes,” you whispered in his ear.
“How do you know that?”
“When I pull them off of you..” you winked.
“Speaking of, having a hot girlfriend isn’t exactly nerdy,” Tim said getting a little handsy.
“Are you trying to get laid in your childhood bedroom?” You asked fake scandalized. He pulled you closer.
“Maybe.”
“Very nerdy to try and get in my pants right now with anime posters on the wall, Timbers,” you said pulling him towards the bed and into a kiss before he could protest.
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dinogoofy · 3 years
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I'm back darling~ this time I'd love sth for Cassie & her female bestie 😁 bc the xmas is near so Imma give u these prompts: 'I’m a grown adult. I don’t want to take a picture with Santa Claus', 'Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?'. Have a good day!
Had a ton of fun with this one, hope you enjoy!!!
Cassie Cage x F! Reader
Meeting the parents- I mean, meeting Santa.
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It was a cold, quiet morning in your apartment. You were enjoying a warm cup of coffee in the early hours, a cheezy hallmark move playing on your TV as you try to work yourself into the holiday spirit. It had been a long year. Your phone dings once, but you ignore it, too focused on who was going to marry Santa. When it kept going off you finally checked it with a sigh.
Cassie-lassy
Hey
Hey, can I ask a favor?
Stop watching Christmas movies and answer me
Cassie was your best friend, but you weren't sure if you liked where this was going.
How did you even know that?
Anyway, whats up?
My parents are throwing a Christmas party this week and are hounding my ass about a date.
And?
Do u think u could pretend to be my gf, just for a day? Just to get them to leave me alone.
You almost choked on your coffee when you read the text. Damn, hallmark movie coming true? Your heart fluttered a bit. Cassie was your best friend. You didn't have feelings for her! That was ridiculous. All she needed was a... friend-to-friend favor. Plus, her dad was super rich, they were totally going to have good food.
Sure, when?
Uh, today good?
The lack of planning was exactly what you should've expected from Cassie. You laughed and drug your hands across your face, she was so lucky that you had the day off.
Bleh, ok. Ur dad better have some good food.
U bet ur ass! Pick u up at 6.
You laughed, and slowly picked yourself off the couch. You hoped that you still had an ugly sweater somewhere in your closet.
The time flew by unfortunately fast. You were rushing to gather your things as Cassie at outside in her 1965 red stingray corvette, (with a mako body) you loved that car so much. You couldn't help but geek out everytime you see it, but alas, there was definitely no time for that today. You frantically locked your apartment as you ran down the steps.
"Sorry I'm late!" Cassie laughed as you got in the car, and that awful flutter feeling returned. Oh no. This is not happening.
"Its chill, I doubt Dad will care if we're late to his party anyway." Your eye twitched, smile still wide on your face. You liked to be on time no matter where you were going, and by the look she was giving you you knew that Cassie said that just to annoy you. You rolled your eyes at her as she took off, the rumble of the car's engine instantly calming you.
Damn. You had never seen a house that big. As Cassie rolled through the big gates you continued to gawk at the beautiful architecture.
"I knew your dad was rich but, seeing how rich he is... is..."
"I know right? He moves into a new house almost every 6 months almost. Each one is bigger then the last one." You felt light headed just imagining how it must feel to have so much money. By the time Cassie parked and the two of you walked to the big doors, you could hear people loud and clear inside the house. This was way different then the tiny little Christmas reunions you were used too.
"I might throw an arm around you and call you nicknames a bit to make it seem legit, are you ok with that? I'm already asking a lot by getting you to come with me in the first place, the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable." You laughed.
"Cassie it's fine, all that comes with the 'pretend girlfriend' package." She sighs in relief, knocking on the door.
"Just making sure."
The door opens after a few moments, Cassie's mother answering the door, delighted at the sight.
"Cassie you made it just in time! Your dad just got his Ninja Santa costume out of storage. You should- oh, who is this?" You shyly waved, face flushing more from the situation than the cold. You were glad you were already blushing when Cassie links her fingers through your own.
"Mom, this is my girlfriend." Her mom's face lights up, but you would be lying if you said her obvious military posture and build didn't intimidate you. You introduced yourself and shook her hand with your free hand, making sure to shake with a firm grip.
"Its great to meet you. I was wondering when Cassie was going to bring someone home." Cassie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as you awkwardly laughed. Her mom, Sonya, invited the two of you in. Your jaw almost dropped at the inside of the house.
The house was incredibly decorated. Wreaths, lights, an army of elves on the shelves, everything you could think of that spoke Christmas. A giant buffet on the right side of the room and a giant tree in the center of it all.
"Holy shit Cas," you wispered, she giggled squeezing your hand.
"I know right. They overdo it every year."
The rest party was amazing. You met many of Cassie's friends and family friends from the special forces. Kids were livey and running around the place. Even though the mansion and beautiful and intimidating, everything seemed to speak family to you. Every once in a while you would catch Cassie staring at you, but she would always wave you off, face flushing. It couldn't be an actual blush though, this was all an act, right?
"Ho ho ho, Ninja Butt-kicker Santa Claus has arrived!" A voice boomed from the center of the room. Adults laughed while children screamed with delight, booking it towards the gaint tree. Cassie sighed in embarrassment.
"I was beginning to wonder when dad would show up." You tried hard not to laugh when you dragged her to the middle of the room, catching a glimpse of her dad's "holiday spirit".
Kids hopped on his lap one by one, telling him what they want for Christmas, and (probably thanks to their parents,) each one was giving the wanted present and a fake ninja-star. You had thought every child was given a present and taken a picture, so surely he was going to "retire" for the night, right?
"Ho ho ho, Santa thinks that one, special little girl has yet to take a picture." He looked straight at Cassie and winked. She immediately recoiled.
"No. No no no. I'm a grown adult, I don't want to take a picture with Santa Claus." Everyone chuckled around the two of you. And Sonya walked over to push her into the center of the room with her dad, camera firm in her hands. Cassie sent an embarrassed look your way as she was forced to sit on Santa's lap.
"And what would you like for Christmas Cassie Cage?" Cassie looked like she wanted to melt away form her spot. Only answering because she had to.
"I don't want anything Da- Santa." Her Dad let out another Jolly, fake laugh.
"Sure you do! Santa knows everything, you know!" He hands her a small box, and winks at her.
"You know what Santa wants for Christmas? Grandkids." The crowd laughed, and your face immediately flushed a dark red, Cassie almost looking the same way. She covered her face as she hopped off her Dad's lap and speedwalked back to you without even opening the box.
The rest of the party went by so fast, and before you knew it, the two of you were walking back to her car in the cold.
"This was a ton of fun cas," She laughed, you wondered if she knew that you were still holding hands.
"Yeah, I'm glad you came with me. Sorry if my parents were a little overbearing." You shrugged, letting her know that it was fine. The silence after was unbearable. You wondered for a moment if you should ask her out. The party was nice, really nice, but it was honestly just because you were 'pretending' to be her girlfriend. You think she might've thought so too. You opened your mouth to speak, but she beat you to it.
"Hey, so, what if we made this whole... 'fake girlfriend' thing, a 'real girlfriend' thing?" You blushed, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.
"I think I'd like that." Her face lit up with a smile, squeezing your hand back. She stuck her hand in her pocket, and looked surprised for a moment, stopping in her tracks to pull out the box from earlier.
"I forgot about this thing."
"Mabye you should open it?" She let go off your hand to gingerly untie the bow, taking the lid off the box and tucking it underneath it. Her face flushed.
"It's mistletoe." Your face flushed in return. So thats what he ment. Cas started to nervously mumble something, closing the lid on the box, but you held a hand over hers before she put it away.
She instantly kissed back when you leaned in to complete the tradition. The gentle moonlight kiss becoming the only Christmas miracle you needed.
You were definitely living in a hallmark movie.
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niksixx · 4 years
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Number 73
Requested: Anonymously 
Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader 
Description: “Hi it’s Tuesday so can I request a smut oneshot where reader is harsh to Axl cuz she thinks of him as a selfish womanizer, and he thinks she’s cold and pretentious so they’re basically enemies, but deep inside she’s unable to resist his hotness so when she’s with her friend she blurts our that she wants him to f*** her or sth, but actually axl accidentally overhears it and next day becomes her worst(best) day?” 
Warning: Smuuuut 
A/N: Reblog please !
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“My God, have they come up for air yet?” Y/B/F asks, eyes bugging out of her head.
Without looking, you already know who Y/B/F is talking about. “Let me guess. Blonde. Skinny. Around 5’6, 5’7. Tits squeezed into a shirt that’s too tight.”
“Holy shit,” Duff grins. “Spot on.”
Rolling your eyes, you look over your shoulder, scoffing at how disgustingly accurate your prediction was. The blonde is leaned against the bar, arms wrapped loosely around Axl’s neck as their tongues clash in a heated kiss. Soon, he’d ditch her though, and find the next best thing. That’s just how Axl operated.
“He’s a pig,” you whisper, but Slash hears every word.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say someone is jealous.”
You scoff. “Please. I have respect for myself, you know.”
Just as you suspected, Blondie trickled back to her friends, and Axl was on the prowl. You watch as he sidles up next to a brunette this time, turning on his charm. Their tongues are down each other's throats less than a minute later.
“Man, he’s good,” Izzy pipes up for the first time that night, earning a laugh from his friends and a death stare from his fiance.
Well, at least Axl’s friends weren’t despicable, womanizing assholes. All were dating, engaged, or married. None of them ever felt the need to sleep around, even though they’ve had plenty of chances. But Axl? It sent him on some sort of power trip.
Swirling the straw in your rum and coke, you turn your eyes down at the drink, leaning a cheek on your palm. It’s a shame Axl’s personality was shitty. He was an attractive man who knew how to please a woman. Not that you’d know, but damn if you wouldn’t love to find out.
Twenty minutes later, a drunk Axl falls clumsily into the chair beside you, earning stifled laughs from his bandmates. You roll your eyes and scoot away from him, only to be stopped by his hand gripping the back of your chair.
“Where’re you going?” He smiles lazily at you.
Conveniently, you notice your empty glass and you stand. “Anywhere you’re not.”
Steven hollers loudly as Axl’s jaw immediately tenses up. Shooting him a smirk, you find yourself heading over to the bar, turning in your empty glass and ordering three tequila shots.
“Rough night?” The bartender asks as she places the shot glasses in front of you.
You groan. “You have no idea.”
The shot glass touches your lips but before you have the chance to taste the bitter liquid, a man pushes his way through the crowd, nearly knocking into you, before settling himself beside you at the bar. “I’ll take three of whatever she’s having,” Axl flauts a fifty dollar bill in his hand, sending a wink to the bartender before smirking down at you.
“Charming,” you say, downing the tequila. It burns, and you kick yourself for not ordering a few limes to go with it.
“I know, I know,” Axl gloats. “It’s one of my best traits.”
“Clearly you lack the capacity to understand sarcasm.”
Axl grabs his first glass, drinking the liquid with ease. “And clearly you lack the ability to be nice. What’s your problem, hm? You always have this stuck up, bitchy attitude. I promise you, sweetheart,” Axl’s face is dangerously close to yours, and you pray he can’t feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. “You’re not all that.”
“Oh, and you are?” On a normal day, you’d let Axl’s comments roll off your shoulders. The highlight of his day would be insulting you, teasing you, and irritating the fuck out of you. And somehow he always got to you before you could say anything back. This time, though, you’re determined to stand your ground and speak the fuck up.
“Of course I am. Take a good look at who I am, angel,” Axl holds out his arms as if he believes you’ll actually admire him. “I’m Axl fucking Rose for shit’s sake. Rock legend, millionaire, ladies man.”
“Actually,” You lean closer to him, finger rimming the shot glass. “You wanna know what I really think of you?”
“Enlighten me,” he says, teeth biting the corner of his bright pink lip. “Tell me everything I want to hear.”
“I think,” you whisper, body slightly pressing against his side. His eyes are dark, lustful, and they betray him. “That you’re a selfish, stuck up prick that never got any attention as a child, and that’s why you crave it now. You have commitment issues, which is why you’re a shag ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy. You’re a womanizing bastard and you know no woman would ever willingly choose to be with someone like you, and that is why your life revolves around sex. Sex is the only way women give you attention. And that,” your lips graze his ear. “Is truly fucking pathetic.”
Axl stares angrily as you down the second shot, staring back at him with such animosity burning in your eyes, he almost believes you truly hate him. But the hatred in your eyes is mixed with something else, and he can’t quite figure it out. As he replays your words over in his head, it hits him.
Jealousy.
Axl isn’t prepared for the next words that come out of his mouth, but he takes a shot of tequila anyway for courage. “And I think,” he creeps closer to your body, maneuvering around the tight crowd so your back is pressed against the bar, trapping you in his arms. “That you are so beyond jealous that I haven’t fucked you yet.”
Your eyes nearly roll out of your head as Axl laughs at your expression. “Excuse me?”
“Tell me I’m wrong,” Axl prodes, eyes flickering to your lips. For a moment it seems as if he’s going to kiss you. “If I said let’s go back to my house right now, what would you say?”
“I’d say fuck no.”
“Riiiight,” he taunts, inching closer to your face. “And you actually think I believe that?”
“You should,” You briefly turn in his arms to finish the third shot before turning back, chest heaving, thoughts racing, pussy throbbing. He’s dangerously close and you need to get out of there, and fast, before you act on your thoughts. “Because I would never fuck someone whose dick has been shoved in about twenty different girls.”
“More like seventy-two, but who’s keeping track?” Axl winks, backing up to set you free.
Stomach twisting, you shoot Axl the most disgusted look you could manage. “You’ve had sex with seventy-two women?”
“And counting,” He grins, eyes racking your body. “Wanna be number seventy-three?”
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One too many tequila shots later, you’re stumbling down the street with Y/B/F right behind you. The liquor had hit when you least expected, and tequila mixed with anger was a deadly combination.
“Seventy-two women!” You shout, leaning on a nearby pole to regain your balance. “He’s fucked seventy-two women,” your chuckle is empty, “And he...and he asked me, me! If I wanted to be...be his number seventy-three.”
“Does that surprise you?” Y/B/F asks. “You said it yourself. He’s a pig.”
“I know and it’s even worse because I’d love nothing more than to be number seventy-three!” Axl hit the nail on the head when he called you out for being jealous. You weren’t just jealous. No, observing his hookups with random girls and hearing stories about them the next day was infuriating. You’d never even been a choice to him.
“You don’t mean that,” says Y/B/F, helping you off the pole. “You’re just a little too drunk.”
“No, Y/B/F, I’m serious.” The purse in your hand slaps against your thigh, free hand smacking your forehead. “I’ve wanted him for years, but I’ve never been good enough. I don’t want to date him or anything, I know he’s not really into that, but goddamn it can’t a woman get a little hate sex in her life? I hate him, he can’t stand me. It’s the perfect fuck.”
Y/B/F grabs your hand, rolling their eyes as they help you inside a cab. “Jesus, Y/N, quiet down before someone hears you.”
But it was too late for that, as just a few paces away Axl stood in the back alley of the bar, phone lifted to his ear, cigarette hanging from his mouth as it narrowed in a smirk. You wanted hate sex? Oh, he’d give just that.
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As you sit on your couch, TV on low volume, book in your lap, you try to ignore the aches in your body. As you discovered this morning just by emptying your guts into the toilet, tequila was not your friend. This hangover was the worst one you’d had, and even though it was your fault you’d drank too much, you’d subconsciously blame Axl for making you so hot and bothered, you felt drowning yourself in liquor was the only way to handle it.  
There’s a knock on your front door and luckily you’d kept it unlocked. You had no intention of moving from the couch other than to go to the bathroom. “It’s open!”
Your eyes don’t leave the page in front of you, too engrossed in the scene playing out, until the all familiar voice has you slowly looking up from the book. “You look like shit.”
“Always the charmer, eh, Axl?” Snapping your book shut, you chuck it beside you, pulling the blanket to your chin. “What do you want?”
Your pupils dilate as Axl pulls his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Wandering eyes run over his chest. He’s not like other men. He doesn’t have hard pectorals or the outline of six pack abs, and you like that about him. You also like that he’s standing in front of you shirtless, but you don’t have a guess as to why. “Two words. Hate sex.”
Your breath hitches as he moves toward you. Instinctively, you shoot off the couch. “I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about, but you need to get out of here right now.”
“Cute shorts,” Axl gestures to the soft gray pajama bottoms that are two sizes too short, the curve of your ass peeking out, giving him a show. “And you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
You move around the couch, Axl watching you like his prey. His thumbs are hooked around the belt loops on his jeans as he shuffles his feet along the floor.
“I was drunk,” you admit, eyes flitting around the room, looking at anything other than the man in front of you.
“Drunk words are sober thoughts,” He says back, folding his arms across his chest. “I know you’re not a huge fan of me. I don’t particularly like you either. But what I do like is sex,” The bulge in his pants hardens, and you beg yourself not to look. “So, how about it, sweetheart?”
You hate the effect he has on you. He knows you want him, he knows he has total control over you now. But you can’t give into him. You won’t. “Get out.”
His demeanor falls briefly, as if maybe he’d read you wrong. “Are you serious?”
“I said get out, Axl.” Walking around the couch, you position yourself in front of him, lightly pushing his chest. “Now.”
He doesn’t budge. “You’re joking.”
“I said get out.”
His head tilts, but he backs up slowly. You follow him toward the door, heart thumping against your chest. Fucking hell, this was your chance! Why were you kicking him out?
“So last night was just a lie,” Axl responds, pursing his lips.
“No, Axl, it wasn’t a fucking lie,” Again, you shove his chest. “I want you. I really fucking want you. But for the six years we’ve known each other, you’ve never given me so much as a fucking wink. For some reason, I’ve never been good enough for you to fuck.”
“And that pisses you off, doesn’t it?” Axl taunts, shoulder leaning against the doorframe. “I knew you were jealous. And I’ve got to be honest, it looks hot on you.”
“Just go, Axl.”
“You don’t want me to go,” his voice is low, raspy, and if he doesn’t leave now, you may just pull him back in. “I know you don’t.”
“Axl, goddamn it--.”
His hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you into his body, lips molding against yours. His lips feel just as you imagined. Warm and soft.
He moves them against your mouth with such expertise it was easy to let him guide you. With his free hand he shuts the door behind him as you cling to his body, locking your arms behind his head.
His tongue explores your mouth, claiming you with each sweep of his tongue. He sucks your bottom lip and a moan escapes you. He kisses like an angel, but he’s anything but.
Axl’s hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, the curve of your ass. He whispers “jump” into your mouth and you do, legs locking around his waist, never breaking the kiss. Heat crackles between the two of you, and you’re overwhelmed with the need to feel his skin.
Axl walks the two of you back into the living room, gently lying you on the couch. His lips disconnect from yours and you groan in want, but his lips find their way to your neck and you relax.
“So needy,” he whispers against the base of your throat. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt. “This is in the way.” In a swift motion, Axl rids you of your shirt, running the tip of my tongue over each of your nipples. They perk, and he smirks before closing his lips around the bud, flicking his tongue and softly biting the peaks. Arching your back forces more of your breast in his mouth, and you hook a leg around his waist, bucking your hips upward. “I need you.”
“Be a good girl and wait,” He demands, licking and kissing a line down your belly. He stops at your shorts, kissing your navel once before slowly dragging the shorts down your legs. He kisses the top of your underwear line, lowering his head until his mouth hovers above your clothed center, gently kissing the fabric. Your hips thrust upward in a frenzy. “Touch me, please.”
He says nothing as he takes his time pulling down your underwear. It’s been months since you’d been intimate, and the shyness takes over. Your legs try to squeeze shut, but Axl pushes them back open again. “You’re not hiding from me. I’ll stare at your pussy all day if I want to.”
His tongue licks a stripe up your center before disappearing between your silky folds. Wetness gathers between your thighs and he laps at it, sending a shutter of pleasure throughout your body. He licks and licks, using the tip and flattening his tongue, but what sends you over the edge is his lips sucking your clit into his mouth.
Your toes are curling and your chest is heaving. You do your best to suck in heaps of air, but you can’t focus on breathing as his tongue swirls around your clit.
You want to watch him. Back resting against the couch pillow, you hold yourself up on your elbows just in time to see Axl spit on your pussy. His thumb spreads the saliva across your clit, flicking it rather quickly.
His middle finger slides into your hole, wetness coating the digit as it pumps in and out of your folds. Axl adds his ring finger next, using his free hand to spread you open more. “So tight, sweetheart. Gotta loosen you up a bit so you can take my cock.”
You moan at the vulgarness of his words. This what exactly how you’d pictured sex with Axl. The dirty talk. The fingering. The gentle licks on your clit. This is what you’d been fucking wait for.
Your head falls back as his tongue finds your pussy again, the sensation of his fingers and tongue making your head fall back. “Fuck, fuck, Axl.”
“Yes, baby, I’m gonna fuck you.”
Cold air hits your clit as Axl pulls back, hands finding his jeans and pulling them down his legs. He kicks them off to the side, eyes locking with yours as he fists himself through his boxers. You reach out for him but he slaps your hand away, sliding the boxers down his thighs. His cock springs to life, thankful to not be constricted any longer. He’s long and hard with a few veins on the underside, and you whimper at the sight of precum that dribbles down the head. “Sit up.”
At that point, you’ll do anything he says. Axl sits, hand stroking his dick as you crawl over him, positioning your pussy directly over his cock. You lower yourself a bit, clit brushing against the soft head, and even Axl moans this time. His hands grab your hips, and together you lower yourself down, stifling a cry as his dick forces itself inside your hole, stretching your walls.
Axl’s mouth falls open as you sink yourself lower onto his cock. His hands never leave your hips, but instead aids in the bouncing of your ass against his thighs as you maneuver yourself up and down, up and down. Your tits are perched perfectly in front of him and he licks his lips in delight as he captures a nipple, swirling his tongue in circles.
Your body explodes in pleasure, from the tongue on your breasts to the dick burying itself in your cunt. Hands on Axl’s chest, you balance yourself over top of him, slightly craning your head back to watch as his cock slides in and out of your slick pussy.
Axl’s hand grips your face, turning you back to face him. “This is what you wanted?” He grunts out, hips thrusting upward to meet your hips. “You wanted me to fuck you like a whore?”
Your toes curl. Your legs squeeze against his thighs. Your head falls forward against his, breath fanning over his face as his hand squeezes your jawline. This is all you wanted, and even if you had to wait six years for it, it was worth it.
“Come on, ride my cock.” He grunts harshly as your hips pound against his legs, riding his dick as if there were no tomorrow. Like your life depended on it.
Your pussy clenches around him, and that all too familiar bubble in the pit of your belly only grows as Axl continues his pounding into you. He thrusts at lightning speed, and you’re so caught off guard you reach for the back of the couch, holding on as he fucks the daylights out of you.
“Axl! Shit, shit,” His balls slap against your underside, arms wrapping around your middle to steady you against him. “I’m gonna--fuck I’m--coming!”
Your thighs shake violently as you come, juices spilling out of your pussy, dripping down your legs, and puddling on Axl’s thighs. His load shoots into you and he pulls your forward, nuzzling his face between your breasts, breathing hard. With every twitch of his cock, you moan a little louder.
You close your eyes, steadying your breath as you come down from your sex high. Axl licks his lips, eyes trained on your mouth, and you lean in to kiss him, but your lips never meet as he pulls back.
“This can’t happen again.”
The words stun you as he slides his cock out of you. He stands from the couch, pulling on his boxers and pants before pulling his shirt down over his head, leaving you to process his words. This can’t happen again. Why the hell not?
“Wait, what?” You shoot off the couch, flustered and completely naked. Axl’s eyes run up and down your body, and you can see it in his face, he wants you. But something is holding him back. “I just had the best fucking day of my life, and you tell me it’ll never happen again?”
He shrugs, finishing the button on his jeans. There’s something sad in his eyes, and your heart breaks. “I don’t fuck the same girl twice.”
He turns, and you chase after him. Axl just gets to the door before you grab his arm, forcing him to turn around and look at you. “So that’s fucking it? You’re just going to leave?”
Axl nods, biting the corner of his mouth. “One and done, sweetheart. That’s all I can offer you.”
“But,” you stutter, unable to control the tears pricking your eyes. “But I thought-.”
“That fucking you would be different?” He asks, swallowing nervously as the tears in your eyes break free. Damn it. He wanted to be gone before the waterworks started. “That I’d want to be with you? We’re enemies, Y/N. Our personalities clash. You’re a bitch and I’m...well...you were right. I’m a bastard that only wants sex. You were never an exception,” Axl blows out a breath and watches as your face falls dejectedly. “You were just number seventy-three.”
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fandom-puff · 4 years
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Hi! I hope you’re having a nice day! Could you write a tommy Shelby imagine in which him and the reader have been close their whole lives and after Grace’s death the reader is always there for him. One day the reader tells him she loves him, he’s kind of shocked that she said it and says nothing, so she apologizes thinking she should have never said it. The next morning he shows her how much he loves her (by giving her her fav flowers or sth) and says it back. It would mean the world to me. ❤️
OMG thank you for requesting this <3 Hope you enjoy it!!
Anything For You
warnings: swearing, mentions of death. heavy drinking
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“Where’s mummy?” 
You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces as the little boy tugged on your dress. Blinking back tears, you lifted the toddler up, holding him close as he nuzzled into your neck. You stroked his hair softly, taking him to the portrait in the hall. “There’s mummy,” you murmured, pointing at the painting. Charlie stared at the painting, his little face frowning at the cold, hard eyes of his mother. 
“Dada...” he mumbled, his arms around your neck. You rubbed his back gently and started for the office, stopping Frances on the way. 
“Frances... Is Tommy alright? I mean... I know he’s not but... Charlie wants his dad,” 
Frances ruffled Charlie’s hair. “He’s sober, if that’s what you mean, Miss YLN,” you nodded and thanked her before knocking on the oak door of his office. 
“Frances, I said no meeting,” came the tired voice of your old friend. 
“It’s me, Tommy,” you called out softly. “I’ve got Charlie... he wants his daddy,” 
It was quiet for a minute before the door opened and Tommy stepped to the side to let you in. Charlie burbled happily. “Dada!” he called and you saw a soft smile flicker on his face for a moment. 
“Come to daddy, Charlie boy,” you smiled as he took the baby from your arms and kissed his cheek gently. 
“See mummy!” charlie babbled happily and you saw Tommy’s jaw tighten slightly. 
“I’m sorry, Tom, he was asking after her and I didn’t know what to do... so I took him to the portrait in the hall... I’m sorry, Tommy, I panicked. I didn’t want him crying again because I know you’ve got enough to deal with and-”
“YN... It’s alright,” he said firmly, resting a hand on your shoulder. “It’s been four months since... Since that evening,” he said, swallowing as his voice thickened. “He’s bound to wonder where she’s... where she’s gone,” 
you sighed and stood up from the couch, over to the whiskey. You opened the bottle and poured two half-glasses, and handed one to Thomas as he sat charlie on his lap. “When was the last time you slept, Tommy?” 
“Last night,” 
“For more than an hour,”
He was silent. 
“Tommy... you need to look after yourself. I know you feel guilty, but Charlie’s lost his mother already. And I won’t let him lose his father, I promised him. I promised him and you the day I moved into this house to help you out,” you sat next to him, gulping down your whiskey to stop your hands shaking. “I love you, alright Tom, and I don't wanna lose you, and I don’t want Charlie to lose his dad,” 
Tommy stared blankly at you and it dawned on you what you had said. “Oh my god. Tommy, I’m sorry, that was inappropriate,” you held your head in your hand. you stood up and ran from the office. 
** 
You were avoiding him. Your stuff was still in the room that Tommy had the maids clean out, but you were in the nursery every day with Charlie and spent your evenings at John and Esme’s. 
“I’ll ask Tommy if I can bring charlie to play with his cousins,” you said one night. “If that’s alright with you, Esme? I’ll stay as well, so you won’t be on your own...” 
Esme and John looked to each other and back at you. “YN, just talk to Tommy, eh? If he’s had a go at you, it’ll be the whiskey and insomnia talking. He’s going through a lot at the moment, and he’s grieving, but you’ve done fuck all wrong,” John said, setting a cup of tea next to you. “You’re basically bringing Charlie up now, and you’re running yourself ragged between here and Arrowe House,” 
You sighed slightly. “He’s not said anything to me. I... I told him I love him,” you muttered. “I was rambling because he’s not taking care of himself and charlie needs his dad and... and I don’t wanna lose him either!” 
You sighed slightly and stood up. “Thanks for the tea... I’m gonna stop and see Curly and the horses for a bit before I go. see you tomorrow,” 
You practically ran from the little house and didn’t stop til you reached the yard. Sighing, you didn’t check into the stable, instead sitting right on the edge of the cut, your feet over the edge, your head tilted back. 
“Thought I’d find you here,” 
You looked over your shoulder and caught sight of Tommy with a bouquet of flowers hanging at your side. “Needed space to get my head together, Tom,” you murmured, looking up to the stars again. he sat down next to you, the flowers in between. You closed your eyes, gulping. “Don’t open your mouth if you’re going to say things you don’t mean,” you warned, voice small. “And you can toss them flowers in the cut if they mean nothing,” 
He sighed softly, and you expected him to just get up. He rested his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest the way he used to when you were teenagers. You were ashamed with yourself at how easily you fell against his chest. “I love you too, YN... I always have,” you let out a little sob. 
“No, you don’t Thomas. You love Grace and you still do,” you pushed yourself away from him. “You broke my heart when you ran off with her. And you shattered it again at Charlie’s christening. And then when Grace died... I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t care because you were grieving and-and...” 
“Shhh...” he rubbed your side as you cried. “Lecturing me about sleep, eh? When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep, eh? between looking after Charlie and me, and travelling between mine to John and Esme's and looking after their kids, eh, YN?”  
“That’s not the point Tom...” you murmured.
“Ay. Listen to me, YN. I’m not fucking around or I wouldn't have come, would I?” Though his words were harsh, his voice and eyes were soft. “I love you.  YN, please,” 
“I just... I don’t wanna be used,” you whispered. “I don’t want you just saying this cos you’re lonely and need a replacement grace,” 
“Oh, come here,” he hummed, opening his arms. Tentatively you leaned into him again. “You are not a replacement. You are... you. And I love you. I’d do anything to make you see that, YN, please,” 
“Anything?” you murmured. 
“Yes. Anything,” 
“Fine. This weekend. Fuck the Russians, bring Charlie here to play with his cousins. Sit in your pub with your brothers and stop punishing yourself. Alright?”
He nodded. “Alright. Promise. Come on then. We could both do with some sleep,”
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natakari-tash · 3 years
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More lies, more projecting..
Anons by their side, wow, doesn't sound familiar at all.
December 2019 has been a long time ago, I've been in the twitter GC when the "confrontation" happened. Been confused by the way it all exploded, I remember that clearly. This group chat has always been and meant to be a safe space, to vent, to discuss fandom things, talk about the show too. When misunderstandings happened they were either cleared up in chat or in messages or just given time to cool off. People clash sooner or later, you can't agree with everyone on everything, nothing wrong about that. No one is, will be nor was blamed for leaving the chat, even less for taking a break from the fandom. Also need to add that all fans are equal regardless the followers or whatever reason someone finds to assign as "qualifying" to be better than others. So, a group chat of fans that are friends, new people added here and there, new friendships made, fallouts happen here and there, friends talk again, life continues.
Except... This was never a problem to these two. Tink and Saz. They saw and seem to still see it the same way (if not worse) as back then. That Min is the problem. Guilty of always speaking condescendingly to other fans according to both, considering Tink an "idiot" which was pulled out of thin air (again, I happened to open the chat on those messages, closed it as I thought it has been cleared up to an extent).
How did Saz reply to my message where I reached out to her?  "I'm sorry you feel that way"
See? No remorse. Claimed she wasn't uncomfortable with the whole gc but uncomfortable and scared of Min. Sell that bs to someone else.
According to Saz, the whole chat was okay with Min's horrible behavior that no one dared to speak about nor put a stop to it which had to be changed. When no one bit her bait she was clearly free to claim we're all horrible people that gang up on others and attack them relentlessly whenever they think differently. She's still saying it. Wow, standing up to hurting people, to lies, to other obvious bs makes you an awful person. Guess I shouldn't report anyone who attacks shippers solely for the ship and not behavior.
How dare friends vent for the past pain some fans inflicted on them and keep it contained in *gasp* a group chat that isn't public and everyone is free to be themselves?! The woooorst.
Okay, back to those memories.. Soon enough Saz was yet again defending Tink, claiming Min didn't stop but supposedly made subposts or sth and even threatened and blackmailed her.
Uh, wtf?? Way to twist words, wow, taking everything someone posts as personal. So healthy...
I've left them alone, so did my friends from chat and outside it. It's always the two that mention us in some way, add a lie etc. They do it in cycles they keep accusing us of.
Turn off that projector already, you two, move on, stop being vengeful spirits, c'monnn.
I'm not sure what happened before and what after, me messaging Saz or her messaging people from the chat she supposedly considered friends like Tink supposedly did too, I am sure that Saz went around trying to pull people with her and stand up to the massive threat that she clearly still sees Min as. I never messaged Tink. None of the people that have been contacted from the chat that have known Min for longer than me and also irl, none have agreed with Saz. What's even worse, Saz fed all that to another friend that I didn't see as being played by her, used this friend at the confrontation. That it indeed took me long to see.
At a point the two admitted that why they joined the chat for over a year, planning to leave it soon, that they regretted thinking it was a good idea, then both acted like that didn't happen- never said that, that no one saw that. Suuuure.
Hey, people have memory not just eyes. Your bs is not any less bs, Tink, Saz. Think we'll just ignore what we know know and ignore your maskless faces? Nah. Nice try.
Filp and flop, bitter then not and not then bitter again, contradicting selves again and again, taking every swing our way as an opportunity to add to it...
Like I mentioned already, it's cyclic. Feeling attacked so they let it out, then silence from them about it, bam, silence, more lies, silence, more slander, silence, new name for the horrible gc, silence and without doubt there's been bad mouthing in the months I moved on and didn't even remotely think of either of them.
When I expressed doubt to Saz about her words she took it as intimidation tactics, that this is what she gets or daring to disagree with Min and trying to call out Min. Her words. That I'm blind if I can't see the problem with Min, also that I'm bullying her.
Hello? Irony anyone? Self-awareness?? No one's home. Naturally. She's the frigging blind one. When it's more than one person that tells you you're wrong maybe take a step back and consider seeing where you're wrong and work on it. Saz and Tink have been around Min for less than others within the chat if I'm correct. Hell, I didn't know Min for as long as Chriss, Shea, Dot, Hikari, Sam and many others, yet still enough to see how Min is. A person, that like everyone can mess up, fight, apologize,  stand up to inaccuracies, to bs and other things while doing their thing, living their life, having their views...
Saz and Shea talked, anyone that knows anything about Shea knows that she won't just nod to bs and . She knows how people can get, knows how to handle them, had a job like that. She can go from zero to murder cop if necessary. Being Min's partner she looked into the situation and guess what? The whole thing has been taken out of proportions, there was no condescending tone, and also no innocents she said. I'll never forget that. No innocents. No one was innocent. There have been mistakes made my Min, being condescending WASN'T one of them.  
Yes, I've accused Saz of being okay with Yeshim because Drula is all buddy with Yeshim who Saz was (is?) friendly with, true, had to see the reaction. Did I believe that? Nope. That reaction along with the previous messaging told me enough on its own. Wasn't seeing her as a friend when I first messaged her already yet still being open to hear her side but nothing more cause it was clear to me she won't change her mind any soon nor will apologize to everyone she hurt. Her reply showed me she didn't and doesn't care about anyone in the chat but her and Tink.
I'll say it no matter how many times it needs to be said. If one of my friends does sth wrong and I see it I'll most likely contact them, reach out to them, tell them they did sth wrong, do it within a chat as it happens if needed. 
My point? I don't manipulate the people I consider as friends.
And once again.. Not only I'd notice the superiority in tone if there was any, I'd frigging mention it and talk about it. Most likely in DMs.
It looked like a misunderstanding at first, handled poorly, it uncovered a whole mountain of yikes in the end, kept getting worse since then. I think Saz never truly saw anyone in chat as her friends, she wouldn't accuse us that fast and keeping it up so long if she did. Acting like we betrayed her not the other way around.
Now the cult thing, Polol Discord server, Min being the cult leader.. Saz is lying again. Tink too. Notice the pattern?
Min being guilty of sth. Them not able to see what's right infront of their noses. People supposedly fearing Min and afraid to disagree. Min being a mighty fearful cult leader for having certain knowledge & being specialized in their fields. Uh, not happening. Obsessed much?
Ask anyone in the server, I'm waiting.
Stop projecting your issues on people, Saz and Tink. Not anyone's fault around here you feel inferior, feel the need to save people from others, feeling threatened without being threatened, playing victim for who knows how long so far, assigning power and clout where it's not in play at all. Therapy is nothing shameful, moving on is necessary. Please.
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Okay uhhh I‘m not good at giving requests. How about prinxiety and them seeing each other again after a long time! Or sth like that.😅
I had three sperate ideas for this one, but this is the one I settled on. Here’s a fluffy little human au. I’d love to hear what you think! 
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The Best Gift
Virgil rocks on his heels, glancing at his phone. According to Roman’s text, his plane landed about fifteen minutes ago. He’d be outside to greet him any moment now, and that in itself fills Virgil with more joy than he’d felt in a while.
Roman does what he could to avoid performing in shows too far away from home. He’s always scouring for gigs in the area, or at least not too terribly far away, not exactly eager to spend long periods away from his emo nightmare. However, sometimes there are roles that Roman can’t shy away from, as much as he hates the idea of leaving Virgil, and this had been one of those times.
It isn’t as though Virgil doesn’t understand; dating a traveling actor, his boyfriend actually traveling, sometimes, isn’t something that can really come from a surprise. More than that, Virgil’s incredibly supportive of his partner. Roman’s a hell of an actor and he knows it. He deserves to grace every stage that will have him, larger ones, especially. But that doesn’t make the time apart any less difficult.
Sure, they call each other a ton, Roman insists on Facetiming nightly, and they keep in touch as best they can. But it’s never any easier, facing that empty bed at the end of the day. It can be a lot to handle, realizing audiences of strangers are being graced with Roman’s presence while Virgil is home alone eating Ramen Noodles and sulking.
It’s not as though Roman is Virgil’s entire world – he’s damn close, though. Virgil has friends he loves spending time with. He works as a freelance artist, so holing himself up at home is usually more fun than depressing, painting all day long. But god, he misses Roman when he’s away. Maybe more than he’s willing to admit, sometimes.
Three months has got to be the longest they’ve spent apart since they’ve been dating, at least as far as Virgil can remember. The gig was a role of a lifetime, Roman would’ve had to be sufficiently stupid not to take it, but it wasn’t easy on the couple. Virgil flew up to see one of Roman’s shows, and that was great, but it made going back home all the more challenging. Roman’s been gone so long, Virgil’s aching to see him, and any minute now, he’s gonna get to.
Virgil can certainly think of worse ways to spend a birthday.
“Virgil?” Virgil swivels around, grinning ear-to-ear when he sees Roman walking his way, suitcase in tow. Virgil practically sprints toward him, immediately pulled into a firm embrace the moment they make contact.
“My love, my angel, mi amour,” Roman drawls, dramatic as ever but Virgil can’t find it in himself to be irritated with him, “I missed you!” Roman gets on his tiptoes (Virgil would be lying if he said he hadn’t always found their height difference adorable) pressing their lips together soundly. If they weren’t in public, Virgil would want nothing more than to keep kissing Roman for eternity, but alas.
“I missed you too, dork,” Virgil says with an unshakable grin as they pull apart, though his hand quickly finds Roman’s free-one as they walk towards the taxis, the sound of Roman’s luggage wheeling behind them. “How’s the jet lag?”
“Absolutely abysmal,” Roman declares, and Virgil’s fairly sure he’s being a little dramatic, if such a thing is even possible, “Can we have a quiet day at home? I want nothing more than to lay on the couch with you and watch Disney movies, and continue to declare my undying love for you.” Virgil snorts.
“Aw, you poor baby,” he says, only half-sarcastically, “Sure, babe. Whatever you want. Sound good to me.”
The two talk of their missed time together in the cab, Virgil telling him of some of the new pieces he’s been working on and Roman filling him in on how the play went.
“That’s the last far-away show I do for a while,” Roman says once they’ve arrived home, flopping down on the couch, “God, it’s good to be home with you.”
“That’d be nice,” Virgil admits, sitting beside Roman, which quickly turns to settling into his lap, Roman’s fingers threaded in his hair, “Not – not that you can’t do shows wherever. I get it.”
“Hey, I mean it,” Roman says, voice edging on seriousness, “I’ve missed you terribly. I’ve missed us. I loved doing the show, and I met some very wonderful people, but very little compares to you, my love.” Virgil laughs lightly as Roman presses a kiss to his lips, firm and overwhelmingly loving.
“Jesus, you’ve managed to get even sappier than usual.”
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, darling,” Roman says, “And, also, shut up! You love it.” Virgil glares playfully at his boyfriend.
“And what if I do?”
“And you looove me,” Roman says, drawling out the ‘o’ as far as it’ll stretch. Virgil rolls his eyes, but his expression betrays nothing but fondness. “Yeah, I do. I really fucking love you, Ro.”
“More than angsty emo bands?”
“Well… let’s not go that far.” Roman squawks in offense.
“You wound me!” Virgil laughs again, the sound far more content than he’s felt in the last few months, his arms winding around his boyfriend so that he’s lying against his chest.
“I’m teasing and you know it,” Virgil says, kissing Roman once more as if to further his point, or maybe just because he’s really missed kissing him, “I missed you like crazy.”
“One of my co-stars flirted with me; would you believe that?” Virgil hums in place of a response, lost in the feeling of embracing Roman against for the first time in what feels like forever. “I have you as my lock screen, and I talk of you constantly. Also, where in the world did she get the impression I had the slightest interest in women?!” Virgil snorts at that.
“Must’ve been an off-day for her if she was delusional enough to think you were straight, or bi, or anything that isn’t insanely gay.”
“I know, right!”
Virgil’s missed this so much. Their playful back-and-forth, innocuous teasing, cuddling on the couch and basking in each other's company. As far as he’s concerned, he’d like to keep holding onto Roman like this and never, ever let him go. Virgil can’t recall when he’d become such a fucking sap, but there’s no changing it now. He’s just gonna have to live with it, and he really doesn’t mind the thought of that.
They watch Disney movies as discussed, Virgil critiquing and pointing out plot-holes all the while (Virgil, everyone knows Beauty and the Beast is a little problematic, and frankly, I don’t want to hear it!) He can tell the long flight really wore Roman out, so he decides not to comment about the fact that it’s his birthday, instead putting all of his focus on being together again.
That is until Virgil comes out of the bathroom some hours later, having just gotten ready for bed, and finding Roman sitting on their bed with a sullen expression.
“Whoa, hey, Roman, what’s the matter?” He asks, quickly sitting beside his partner.
“I’m a terrible boyfriend.” Virgil blinks. What the fuck?
“What? No, you’re not. What the hell are you talking about?”
“Your birthday,” Roman supplies, sounding gut-wrenchingly guilty, “I forgot your birthday!”
Oh. Virgil had kinda forgotten himself, too caught up in having Roman by his side once more. He glances at the clock.
“It’s not midnight yet,” he says, “You didn’t forget. Just remembered a little late.” Roman buries his face in his hands.
“I didn’t get you anything! I didn’t wish you happy birthday! I-I’m terrible, you must hate me!” Virgil sighs, settling a hand on Roman’s shoulder.
“Roman…”
“I’m sorry,” Roman mumbles weakly, embarrassedly.
“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t hate you.” Roman peaks up from his hands, daring to make eye-contact.
“You… you don’t?”
“Jesus Christ, of course not! I love you, you idiot. It’s just a birthday, I’m gonna have more of those, you know. It’s kind of this annual thing.”
“But- but I didn’t –.”
“It’s fine, babe. Seriously, I kinda forgot, too. Having you home again is gift enough, as it is. I can’t think of a better present than that.”
“I’ll make it up to you.” Virgil shakes his head, planting a kiss to Roman’s cheek.
“No need. There’s nothing to make up for. You look ready to pass out right now, as it is. I’m not mad at you for forgetting; you’ve been so fucking busy for the last couple of months, and you had a long-ass plane ride today. You’re permitted a little forgetfulness, okay?” Roman sighs as he slides into bed with Virgil and shuts out the light, his head resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“I’m taking you to dinner tomorrow.” Virgil lets out a sigh.
“You don’t have to –.”
“I want to,” Roman insists, “It’s the least I can do since you’re being so gracious.”
“What, were you expecting me to force you to the couch, or something?” Roman pauses. “Roman?”
“…Maybe.” Virgil can’t help but bark out a laugh.
“Are you kidding me? After all those nights without you, I’m not letting you go anywhere.” To make sure things are crystal-clear, he tightens his hold on Roman, pressing a kiss into his hair.
“That’s good because I really wasn’t looking forward to it.”
“You’re such a dramatic doofus. Lucky that you’re so cute,” Virgil says, feeling Roman begin to go lax with exhaustion.
“Mm, love you, Virgey,” Roman mumbles sleepily.
“I love you too, Ro.”
“Happy birthday…,” Roman says before sleep greets him and he drifts off. Virgil shuts his eyes, contentment washing over him as, too, welcomes slumber.
Despite Roman’s insistent apology, Virgil still can’t think of a better birthday present.
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hi! i was wondering if i could request sth. it would be stanley barber w/ angst prompt: “I told you not to fall in love with me.” but like with a cute/fluffy ending thank you!!!
Like a movie - Stanley Barber x reader
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a\n: so this is defently not my best piece, but oh well. ya’ll should request him more often so i can practice writing for him cause i’ve yet to come up with a good one i actually like.
trigger wornings: reader feels unworthy, cussing, also spoilers for Princess Bride kinda?? like i’m just queting the end scene but it dosen’t ruin the plot so it’s fine. 
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It has been a month since homecoming. After Bradley's head blew up, everyone left the gym, but I was too shocked to move. "(y\n), right?" a curly haired boy asked me, and his hand carefully touched my shoulder to wake me out of my freeze. He had a notebook in one hand, and It was slightly covered in blood.
"what up, Westinghouse!" Jeff Butters called, crossing the stage, "where my boys at?" the crowd cheered. "where do I begin?" he said, "I wanna thank my mom for meeting my dad-".
Before he finished the sentence, Bradley barged in and took the microphone. "listen up" he caked, and the microphone's feedback rang through the gym. "brad, you can't do that" the principle tried to stop him, but Brad seemed determined. "give me a second" he said, and when the principle tried to drag him off stage he pushed him away, "give me a second!".
"I would like to take this moment" Brad started, "to talk about something very important that affects everyone here". I immediately knew – what he was gonna say matters to no one else but him, and I had a strange feeling like something bad is about to happen/ his tone was so... aggressive, and his eyes priced someone, I just don't know who. "Sydney Novak!" he called. I guess she's the one he was trying to kill with his stare.
"hey Sydney, raise your hand" he said, and that was well enough for me. I hurried to the bathroom, hiding from the horrible situation. The principle Is right there, why is he not trying to stop this? I sat down on the floor. "-she's one hell of a writer" he said, and when I turned around for a second I noticed he's holding up a notebook. This is homecoming, it's supposed to be fun but my only friend ditched me to dance with some guy, and now this. "-but being a full on dyke-" I hear him say, and quickly go back to ignore his voice. I can hear, but I don't listen. don't listen, don't listen, don't listen – "everyone in her life thinks that she is a piece of shit, and I mean everyone" he says. I don't want to listen, this is her fucking diary. That's not my business.
"hey man, leave her alone!". Ducking finally. I should go out there and help her. I don't know her, but someone needs to back that kid up. the kid that is now lying on the floor because he got punched. Shit. I stare at the scene
"but that's not even the weirdest thing about Sydney Novak" Brad goes back to his speech. I get closer as he speaks, hoping to get the boy who stuck up for her away from the crowd of people. "get this, Sydney claims that she has-" he talks, and I'm almost there. Everybody screams as a red fluid rains inside the gum. My now brown-ish dress is covered in the gooey thing as well, and I realize that it's not a punch rain surprise. It's blood.
"it's her diary" the curly haired boy explains to me, "I'm Stanley, and we have to get out of here, come on" he says, and grabs my hand. Then we run. We run so fast, leaving the gym and the crazy thing that we just witnessed behind.
"hey, (y\n)" Stanley smiles at me, offering his hand. I shake it and pulling him into one of those "bro hugs". He laughs and decides to go along. "hey bro, how was history class?" he asks, lowering his voice to sound manly as we started walking to class. "yo, it was cool man, we talked about Hamilton and how he had bitches, what a dope dude, I aspire to be him" I say, lowering my voice as well. He looks at me, smiling, but his eyes said, "what the fuck?". "too much?" I ask in my normal voice. "a bit, yeah, but I'm pretty sure I heard Jeff saying that, so at least you were accurate" he laughs/ I'm taking a step past him and turning my face to him. I walked backwards, praying I won't run into a jock. Ever since homecoming, Sydney, Dina, Stan and I became quite unpopular. I knew the consequences, but they were nice fellas, and I needed some decent people to hang out with. Who cares about popularity when you got loyal friends?
"hey, we're still on for tonight?" I ask him. "of course, I wouldn't miss it for a Bloodwitch concert" he smiles. I give him a look, and he laughs. "okay maybe I will ditch you for Bloodwitch, but come on – it's Bloodwitch, and no offence – but a drive in 80's movie night is just not as awesome" he admits, and I smile. I stop walking. "thank you for coming with, I just really want to go, but going with Sydney and Dina is just kind of awkward, cause they're like… so obviously in love but not official and it's… yeah" I say. "no problem, I'd go anywhere with you" he says, "cause, you know, best friends and all that" he quickly adds, punching my shoulder awkwardly to show that were "bros". see, I made him promise not to fall for me. I'm a mess, and he is so incredible, he just deserves someone better then me. He's funny, and charming and so… open to the world. He tries to be good to everyone and he stays loyal to his morals, and friends, and he's just… shit.
"well, this is my class, bye" I say, going straight to room 405. "bye" Stan calls, waving. Shit, shit, shit. I really like him, huh? I mean I knew I'd have a crush the moment I finally looked at him on that evening, the one that had the nightmare-coming. I obviously noticed he's a good-looking guy, and he was sweet, but what I didn't know is how much. I was also surprised to find out it was not just a crush.
7:00 PM finally arrives. I walk outside, and stan Is already there, which is a surprise since he is famous for his tendency to be late. He is leaning against his car, hands in the pockets of a flowy, creme-colored pants paired with a floral button up. The colors work together well, and that wasn't surprising since he had a touch for fashion – he even had a brown belt to tie the whole thing together. "Hi" I smile at him. "Hi" he returns the smile and moves closer to me for a hug. He wraps his hands around my waist, and I wrap mine around his neck. "He smells nice" I think to myself and break the hug. I'm not falling.
We get to the car and start driving. "Let me hear your voice to bring me down\I'm waiting for your lips to bring me round\My life's shame and sorrow falling back\Lead me from my head down underground" We scream along to Bloodwitch on our way to the drive-in theatre. We finally get there, parking next to Syd and Dina, who borrowed her mom's car. Every pair is sitting on its own car.
The first movie to screen is The Princess Bride. "oh, I love this movie" Dinna says, "it's so sweet". "it's a bit too cliché for me" Syd says, "but it is really good" she adds quickly in order to not upset her not-girlfriend. "I agree with Syd" I say, "Cliché but good". "I'm with Dinna on this one, top 10- no, 5 best 80's movies" Stan joins to the conversation
.By the end of the movie, Stan's hand is hugging my shoulder and I lean onto him. we got popcorn together, and every time our hands met in the carton I blushed. The only thing I could do was hope he didn't notice. "since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure, this one left them all behind" I looked at Syd and Dinna just in time to catch Dinna pulling Syd in for a kiss. Soon enough u noticed every couple did the same. "this is so cli-" I say, turning back to look at Stan, but I don't even get to finish my sentence.Stan's hand cups my cheek, pulling me in. his lips crush against mine, but in the sweetest way imaginable. For a moment I lean into the kiss and return it. No, wait. Shit. "Stan!" I pull away, " I told you not to fall in love with me" I whisper-yell. "remind me again, why?" he asks, his eyes looking down at me with so much sadness. His hand is still on my cheek, but as I talk, he moves it to my shoulder.
"because... look, I'm a mess, Stan. I don't know how to be someone's girlfriend, and I like you and I don't want to hurt you" I say. "don't you think It's my choice?" he says, a bit annoyed. "look, it's really for your best" I insist, but he's not willing to give up just yet."don't you think that this hurt?" he asks. "I don't- see, it's just what I do, I hurt the people I love" I reply, sad smile across my face. "look, (y\n), I'd love to have my heart broken by you. I don't mind getting hurt cause then I'll know we tried, and if you like me back, it's just stupid to ignore it" he replies, and tears are threatening to fall down my cheeks. He really is the sweetest guy I've ever met.
"okay" I say, breaking the silence. "okay what?" Stan asks confused. "fine, you want to try this, you think it's worth it, so... okay" I say. "okay what?" he asks again, hoping for me to say a very specific phrase."okay, I'Il-" I try. I want to say, "be your girlfriend" or "date you", even "try it", but words were never my strong suit, so action it is. My hand grabs his chin and pulls him closer to me, and our lips meet once again."you will be my girlfriend" he completes the sentence for me when we pull away. "sure, yeah".
"thank god, it's about time" Dinna sigh. Syd and her are cuddled up, and Syd has the hugest smile on her face. "oh, like you're the one to talk" I say.
"the next film we are going to screen is back To The Future!" a voice says. "oh, this is the coolest movie-" Syd starts. "An ICONIC movie" I agree with her. "oh, the plot is so weird, it's about a guy who travels back in time and his mom develops a crush on him" Stan disagrees, and Dina is on his side once again. "yeah, and the movie basically says Johnny b Good was made by a white man, that's so fucked up".
If it was a teen movie, the camera will zoom out as a song starts playing for credits. I bet it'd be a Bloodwitch song. Maybe Fly.
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@whumptober2020 days n.4 Running out of time: Buried Alive and n.5 Falling (alt prompt)
Summary: The wet soil doesn’t end, it engulfs him in its cold embrace and doesn’t let him go, no matter how wildly he struggles against the earthly tendrils wrapped securely around his limbs and torso.
Notes: shitty au where basically TV Titans Jason has flashbacks of his comic-life, even though he technically haven’t lived any of them yet. How much this story progresses depends on if I’ll write a second ch. Beware of 2 different writing styles cause I started this way too long ago.
Reading time: 35 mins (4.4k)
Warnings: whump, panic attacks, being buried alive, self deprecating thoughts, angst, oxygen deprivation, PTSD (?), vertigo, falling, perhaps sth else I missed??
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“Hey, Jason” Gar greets after knocking and opening the door to Jason’s room just enough to peer his head through.
“How’re you doing?”
The boy waits but Jason doesn’t reply. He’s simply staring out his window, arms falling limply at his side, barely even registering the new presence in the room. Garfield bites his lip and invites himself inside and by Jason’s side. He glances at the boy’s rapidly moving, but hollow eyes, then at the view of the sky they’re aiming at.
“Are you still with us, buddy?” he asks.
He hesitantly runs a hand up and down in front of Jason’s distant gaze and that seems to do the trick.
Jason blinks, then shakes his head to rid himself of whatever thought he was so unnervingly engrosed into. Turning to face the green haired boy, he assumes the most carefree expression he can muster, forcing a halflit smile in a futile attempt to compose himself.
“Yeah, was just.. thinking” he assures, his eyes holding no emotion.
“ ‘Course… You sure you’re okay?” Gar presses, making little effort to conceal the incredulous frown his eyebrows are drawn into.
Jason shifts in his place while his hands clench and unclench, in an attempt to calm his discomfort and aggravation at Gar’s question, because he knows his teammate’s just asking out of honest concern. It’s not his fault Jason hasn’t slept in days and isn’t used to people checking up on him.
“I’m fine, dude, seriously.” Jason insists and Garfield knows better than to further inquire him “Now, did you want something?”
Fuck. Jason almost winces at how aggressive his words have come out. Gar blinks, opening his mouth to say something. Before his thoughts can materialize on the tip on his tongue, he seems to rethink what he wanted to say. That delay of course doesn’t go unnoticed by Jason.
God..Why does he always mess everything up?
As Gar’s about to speak again, the new Robin raises a hand to the green haired boy’s chest, stopping any word before it can reach his ears. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m just tired and I’m taking it out on you.” he huffs a bitter laugh “You don’t deserve me being an ass to you too.”
The boy’s brown eyes light up with understanding and relief and his tense shoulders physically relax at the confession. “Hey, it’s cool man. I get it.” he acknowledges, smiling politely and squeezing Jason’s shoulder.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t recoil from the touch, instead reciprocating Gar’s reassuring smile with an exhausted, but genuine and lighthearted smirk.
They both remain in that position for several split seconds, until Garfield finally retracts his hand to clasp his palms together as it dawns on him that he still hasn’t told his teammate the news he came to deliver.
“Actually I did come to tell you something” he announces, grinning widely and slightly fidgeting with his fingers “Rachel and I were thinking of watching a movie, you’re welcome to join us. You know, if you feel up to it.”
Jason takes a spare second to ponder and process Gar’s proposition. He steals a glance at the translucent glass of the window, separating his world from the towering skyscrapers and showering his neatly made bed in the soft gleam of the afternoon.
It would surely be better than staying there alone, falling into the inky depths of his eternal abyss.
Turning to face the boy whose eyes scour him expectantly for any indication of his intentions, he relents with a rather forced shrug.
“Uh, sure, I guess.” Jason says.
Gar’s face lights up and pulls into a joyous grin. “Cool… cool.”
He awkwardly shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants and starts heading towards the door, stopping midway to listen to Jason calling out after him.
“I’ll be there in a sec.”
The green haired boy simply nods and subtly waves his hand goodbye, before he disappears into the hallway.
***
When Jason steps foot into one of the spacious living areas Titans Tower houses, there are three heads turning at the soft sound of his approaching footsteps where he expected to be greeted by two. The platinum curls flowing gracefully with the motion can only belong to one person. Well, at least one person they know.
“Rose” he sighs. “Didn’t expect you to come”
“Didn’t expect to come either” she counters, the corners of her lips twitching upwards in amusement, “But I guess this could be fun after all”
She is comfortably perched on a lovely armchair covered by smooth, pearl fabric, facing the flank of a matching couch. One knee bent and placed securely under her body, the side of her head is doused in the last dull afternoon light seeping into the room through the daffodil curtains keeping the golden sunset rays at bay. Rachel is regarding Jason with a mellow smile, sitting cross legged on the far end of the couch neighbouring Rose’s armchair and Garfield has already started fumbling with a rather ancient DVD player.
It’s a wonder how this thing still exists in a building where interactive holograms are a norm. But then again it wouldn’t be the oddest thing about this place.
“Well,” Gar begins, slightly groaning when the DVD port spitefully refuses to close, “We’re both glad you did join us. Now, take a seat ladies and gentlemen!” he announces with fervor when he finally manages to slam the port close, and gestures towards the unoccupied cushions next to the purple haired girl.
Jason takes the invitation gladly and flops down on the other end of the couch, closer to the hall he was in just a few seconds ago.
“What are we watching?” Jason asks.
Rachel turns her focus to him then, leaning her back on the couch and clutching a decorative pillow to her abdomen. “Gar found this, and I quote, 'apocalyptic masterpiece of censorship’ and insisted we had to watch it.” she grins, rolling her eyes at reciting her friend’s words.
Jason and Rose both snort at that as Garfield reaches the couch in a few quick strides. “Seriously guys, I have only ever heard about this movie from some pretty questionable sources.” he says giddily before sobering up again, clearly fussing over his discovery.
“We’re literally staring an urban legend in the face, guys!”
“Yeah, not like you hang out with the Titans or whatever” Jason quips. Seriously, how can a movie be more exciting than fighting crime alongside heroes? Than being a hero?
“Good point, bro. Good point”
Jason shoulders stiffen at the nickname, but only for a briefly awkward moment which Gar is more than eager to fill with more (unnecessary) information.
“Well, according to those guys the movie was banned shortly after its release and all copies were revoked and ultimately destroyed.”
“Clearly not all copies” Rachel muses before asking why the movie was banned in the first place. Gar mumbles something about it addressing some extremely controversial topics and offending some powerful douchbag before making his way to the middle cushion.
Rachel scoots over without even untangling her legs to make more room for him to sit.
Rose simply raises an eyebrow.
“Where the hell did you even hear about this stuff in the first place?”
Gar suddenly goes stills in his place on the couch. He runs a hand through his messy strands of hair before reluctantly providing an answer. “Uh… Tumblr?” he says while grinning awkwardly.
Rachel nods her head back slack-jawed, brows shooting up in a terrible attempt at showing understanding. Gar frowns as he then glances at Jason who’s staring at him with wide disbelieving eyes, the sound of Rose dramatically smacking her own face enhancing the atmosphere.
“It’s not that surprising guys, come on!” Gar protests, an exasperated sigh emanating from his lips.
At that, the three of them exchange deadpan looks before bursting out laughing. The laughter soon subsides into small giggles and high pitched breaths as the green haired boy smiles with content and leans above the mahogany coffee table to grab the tv remote.
“Well, friends, brace yourselves, for the most epic zombie movie to barely exist” he says, smirking as he plops back down on the leathern cushions.
On the screen, their reflections have given their place to the lean figure of a boy of asian descent in his 16s walking alongside a girl with dark complexion and luscious, auburn hair. A gentle, velvety voice surrounds them from the speakers and integrates them in the world the film is set in.
Time flows pleasantly as the story progresses with no interruption aside from a few enthusiastic inputs from a beaming Garfield.
The rest of the Titans are all gathered together in some other part of the Tower, once again excluding them from whatever plans they might be conjuring.
Because that went so well last time, Jason unwittingly ponders, quick to dismiss the thoughts lest those dreadfully fresh memories resurface.
But perhaps it’s already too late to whisk them away.
Jason gets up out of the blue, eliciting an inquisitive glare from the rest of the kids.
“I’ll just.. go grab some popcorn” he states vacantly, pointing at the hallway with his thumb without breaking eye contact. Truth is he needs a minute to recover from the intrusion of sensations he’d rather forget.
Plus, popcorn sounds nice.
“We can pause the film if you want” Rachel’s soft voice prompts, wording what has likely been dancing around the others’ minds as well.
“Nah, it’s cool. It won’t take long. I’m not going all the way to the Antarctica and back or whatever” he replies, fighting the nagging urge to roll his eyes and let the poison drip onto his voice. The kids nod and in a moment’s notice he’s gone.
Right foot.
Left foot.
Right foot.
Keeping up his pace feels abysmally hard. His head is reeling and his senses are swimming all around the place, reality feels like a fuzzy blanket draped over a newborn’s skin. Jason takes a few more carefully calculated steps before he stumbles on thin air. Careening into the wall he leans against the slick concrete on his flank until the world stops shifting enough for him to continue.
Somehow Jason makes it to the kitchen. He fumbles with the drawers, opening and closing them jerkily.
In just a few seconds the falling has progressed to the point where he can barely stand. He doesn’t think it’s ever been this bad the previous times.
Everything is spinning around. And when it all shifts upside down he’s falling from the marble to the ceiling, and when his skin and the asbestos are inches from colliding, the world tilts again like an hourglass that’s ran out of sand.
Just like that his descend is reset. Over and over.
He finds the popcorn bag in the last one and grabs it hastily. Only after the third attempt, the previous two ending shamefully with his clasp clutching piteously at empty air.
Dropping it of on the countertop it’s more muscle memory than will that redirects him to the sink. His fingers grip the knob, turning the water lukewarm, but as he lets it puddle on his palms he can’t feel it any clearer than a breath of a ghost on the back of his neck.
Jason splashes the water on his face but it ends up mostly on his clothes and on the ground. Gravity works funny when you have no sense of it.
His hands latch onto the edge of the sink and cling for dear life. The ledge, hold on to the ledge. His eyes open wide, they soak up the terror of the height. The terror of death.
The eerie reassurance of death.
The smog dissipates faster this time. But with it the distressing thought that it’s getting worse, that he’s getting worse, finds the chance settle in his gut.
Jason can’t do this anymore.
But he’s already been gone for a conspicuously large amount of time, and the thought of having to explain his reoccurring day-mares can’t even be entertained by his mind. So that makes a problem for another day.
The popcorn is ready in only a few minutes. Jason holds on to the sink for a couple more moments, taking deep breaths in and out, until his heart has stopped beating frenzied.
If they ask, he can always say he had trouble with the 'corn.
He can always say.
“Okay” he breathes out, closing his eyes as he informs nobody in particular.
“Okay I’m ready”
With that Jason grabs the bowl filled to the brim with the snack and disappears out the door. The journey from the kitchen to the smaller living area is nothing compared to the odyssey he went through following his departure from the lounge.
Once he sets foot back inside all heads turn towards him.
“What did I miss?” he asks, ever so cheerfully as he strides closer to the small den of couches.
One of them starts speaking, no doubt filling him in on the events that happened while he wasn’t watching. Whoever it is, Jason can’t concentrate on their voice enough to tell it apart.
On the screen, the boy is desperately gasping for air as he’s emerging from a moonlit grave.
The world spins out of focus, and before any of them know it the bowl has slipped through Jason’s limb fingers.
It has slipped, and it is falling.
***
The splintered wood pricks and stabs the sensitive skin beneath his shattered fingernails and the blood is threatening to leave his hands and drip onto his glacial cold face. His fingers hurt, they weren’t made as a shovel, they weren’t made to be penetrating wood, but they are doing exactly that, and he can’t acknowledge the piercing, burning throbs that travel through his veins to set the rest of his body aflame, because his lungs are burning, they’re flaring up more and more with every broken attempt at filling them up with air-
He has to dig, he has to keep going-
The last layer of polished wood finally relents, small pieces of it falling onto his raggedly, but once expensive, dandy suit. Blood is mixed with sweat on his palms, accelerating the speed with which it runs along his hands, tickling him while he scrambles for a breath of fresh air that never comes.
“N..o…” he croaks out and speaking is hard, his throat feels as the ash coated land left behind the passage of lava, and now he needs to cough, and he needs to breathe but there’s no air coming in, and frankly, he can’t decide whether it’s from the panic that has overcome him or because there simply isn’t enough oxygen in the cramped space he’s trapped in.
It’s not some prank
As if on cue the ground above him slightly shakes as the mud repositions and soil seeps through the open slit of the-
Of the coffin.
I’m buried alive…. I… I…, he realizes, ever so frantically.
And so his thoughts begin to plague him, the next one banging and clawing at the door of his mind before the previous has had the time to be stated, he’s hyperventilating and fairly so, he’s buried underneath 6 feet of soil-
Stop it Jason, get ahold of yourself. You made it this far because you never gave up, you won’t give up now either, a part of himself with a semblance of sanity left scolds him and orders his bloody hands to move, they grip the edge of the broken pine casket and pull with all their might.
The wooden seal cracks and Jason makes a supernatural effort to set it aside as it holds the weight of 6 feet of soil, his atrophied muscles protest by threatening to give out but it’s sheer determination that gets him to move on, he has to make it, he can’t die in there, he can’t leave, can’t leave his family.
Mud now openly drowns him from the huge whole in the lid of the casket, devouring every corner, sticking to every inch of skin and fabric.
He’s still gasping for air, his lungs and throat feel ready to burst and he’s dizzy, everything is spinning, but on the other hand 'everything’ is nothing more but a muddy grave and he’s still inside.
Almost frantically his injured fingers reach for the source of the soil. With jerky movements and all the strength he can muster he forces his hands through the earth. The stiff mud swallows him whole, lets the worms and maggots get tangled in his long strands of hair. Jason keeps his eyes and mouth stubbornly shut as he desperately struggles to propel his flimsy frame through the endless layers of ground.
He can faintly feel the darkness creeping in the corner of his mind, promising relief, promising safety. Those whispers sound tempting to his weak, grazed arms, to his blazing lungs-
The whispers don’t know that it’s not written in his DNA to yield.
His arms hastily swim through the wet mass that’s holding him beneath the surface, he can feel the dirt in his hair, in his ears, in his shirt, his pants, his everything. Maggots and caterpillars are crawling on his convulsed features. His heart is throbbing unnaturally loud, he can hear the thumping in his ears as his marred hands push and dig with painstaking effort.
Better hurry little robin! It ain’t fun if you die now, amiright boy blunder? HahaHA!
He’s digging, he’s trying, dyeing the earth crimson with his blood, please-
The wet soil doesn’t end, it engulfs him in its cold embrace and doesn’t let him go, no matter how wildly he struggles against the earthly tendrils wrapped securely around his limbs and torso.
He’s desperately gasping for a breath, just one breath to keep going, he’s coughing up phlegm and bile while his chest writhes and burns. He can’t help his mouth gaping in a last-gasp search for oxygen but the only thing entering his mouth and traveling towards his pricking trachea is dirt and rocks and… and…
…a feather?
A feather. He can feel it with his tongue, he can taste its sourness and almost hear a soft crunch under his teeth.
A feather. Robin.
He’s Robin, and Robin doesn’t die alone in an empty grave.
Robin fights. Robin protects. Robin wins.
With renewed resoluteness he forges ahead, his hand reaches where he supposes skyward is one more time.
This time, it’s met with the comfort of soft raindrops and the gentle wind blowing against his numb fingertips.
***
“-on? Jason!” Rachel calls at the sound of the metal bowl clattering to the ground, slipping right through the boy’s fingers and letting the freshly baked popcorn scatter all over the marble floor.
The girl exchanges a worried glance with Gar, before Rose gets up and marches furiously towards an exasperatingly unresponsive Robin, the popcorn crunching beneath her feet. She comes to a halt a few inches away from Jason’s hollow eyes and slaps him hard across the cheek.
The other two begin to protest loudly but Rose barely pays them any mind. She watches with pursed lips as Jason’s cloudy eyes regain focus and his hand shoots up to the skin gradually assuming the oh-so-wonderful shade of radish.
“Ow.. what the fuck?” Jason frowns at her while cautiously rubbing his cheek with his right hand. There’s no blood on his fingers, no mud on his skin. He can breathe.
Rose ignores his baffled query and simply turns to the two teens watching the whole scene play out from the safety of the cushions. She beams triumphantly as she announces smugly, “See? It worked.”
Jason, visibly annoyed by his incompetence to understand what the hell is happening traps her wrist in a vice like grip and tugs, forcing her to face him. She squints viciously at the gesture although she effortlessly pulls her hand free.
“Why the fuck did you slap me?”
The girl opens her mouth to respond, putting together a not so composed reply in her head -to put it mildly-, so it’s probably for the best when Rachel interrupts her train of thought.
“What happened, Jason? You completely zoned out”.
“Yeah, dude. What the hell was that all about?” Gar chimes in, nodding at the pile of popcorn by Robin’s feet and at the discarded bowl that has slid all the way to the edge of the couch he and Rachel are perched on.
“Wha..” Jason regards the strewn snacks with a quizzical look, as if he’s waiting for them to answer why they’re spread out all over the floor. Oddly enough, they don’t.
He fixes his still hazy gaze on his calloused hands next, his confusion manifesting in the form of furrowed brow.
He- he was-
no. He was never there. Always here.
His inviolate fingers are proof enough of that. But then.. is he losing his mind? Just like old Bertha, the old lady running around the theater, screaming that she had been kidnapped and experimented on by flying giraffes…. Not that it’s impossible with everything he’s witnessed the past year.
No, that can’t be it. He’s still shaken up from the fall right? It’s logical that he’s hallucinating about graves, he was seconds from ending up in one just a few days ago. It will go away right?
It will, it has to.
They can’t know, the street kid inside of him insists, they’ll throw you away like a broken toy. Broken..
“Jason, talk to us. What’s wrong?” Rachel is still staring at him, they all are. Her voice is laced with pity, they’re sorry for him. They’re pitying him, the bird that broke its wing and they know that now can’t survive on its own.
“What’s wrong with me?!” His head snaps to where her voice is coming from and the girl flinches at the bite behind his words.
“I didn’t mean- I meant you should perhaps tell Dick about it, he might be able to help” she stutters, her face bearing a deer in the headlights expression. Her gaze briefly meets with Garfield’s, perhaps to seek some backup. Somehow that angers Jason even more.
“Tell Dick? Really?” he snorts, “How about we tell Dick about that time you almost fucking choked me, maybe he could help!” he gasps mockingly. He is shouting now and the girl seems taken aback by the progression of his anger, gawking at him with a hint of sorrow tainting the indigo of her irises.
Gar stands up from his seat and approaches him, getting in the way of him and a Rachel fumbling for the right response to Jason’s accusation. The green haired boy extends his hand almost cautiously, it’s a simple gesture meaning nothing else than stop. It’s common sense, he knows he is going too far again but Jason’s common sense has jumped out the window. To him, they’re treating him like a wounded animal.
Perhaps he’s just projecting how cornered he feels.
“Dude, that’s enough”
“I’m sorry to break this to you, ” he points a finger accusingly at Rachel, “but Dick can’t fix everything like some kind of god you’ve made him out to be”
“Buddy-”
“He can’t fix you and your fucking razor blade tornado or whatever…” he keeps holding Rachel’s bleak glare gesturing wildly with his fingers and ignoring Garfield’s feeble attempts at making him stop.
“…and he can’t fix this” Jason concludes by pointing miserably at his head, then the rest of his body, until his hand drops limp at his side in resignation. His newfound rage has dissipated into downright bitterness.
At the far back the movie is still playing, forgotten. In the faint comforting light of the screen the girl with the auburn hair is kneeling in front of a stone cold body, burrowing her face in chestnut locks that would never grow any longer, as her shoulders heave sharply with every wreaked sob.
Grieving. Jason can still feel the three pairs of eyes -one consisting of one blue and an eyepatch- burning holes into the glimmers of tears stubbornly refusing to be spilt from his, even as he averts his stare.
There’s a deep pause after the abrupt revelation and the four kids are encompassed in a veil of tense silence no one seems willing to break.
Rose -who seemed rather amused when the yelling had started- is now solemnly inspecting the intricate patterns on the sheer curtains tucked to the side of the plate-glass window. Garfield is standing with his arms crossed protectively around his torso. Rachel has ceased to stare wide eyed like a freshly caught fish, however she’s keeping her arms close to her body and shifting awkwardly in her place. Her expression remains grim and her eyes dim, bearing an eerily sorrowful glint.
She puts her head down and eventually flies out of the room without another word. Consumed either by irritation or even guilt, if Jason has to guess. Gar spares no more than a defeated glance at her departure, otherwise maintaining his position by the abruptly deserted couch. He simply reaches for the tv remote, cutting off image and sound amidst a heated argument between the two leads. Damn this movie.
Deathstroke’s daughter looks between the two boys expectantly for half a second. None of them pays her any mind, too busy staring at the suddenly immensely intriguing floor.
“Nevermind, I’m out of here” she mutters through gritted teeth before getting down from atop the loveseat she had claimed and heading towards her own room.
Jason stares blankly at the scattered popcorn, but it provides no answer to the million questions dancing around in his mind.
Frankly, he didn’t expect it to.
Gosh. He’s so messed up.
Gar offers to help him clean up. He refuses. Perhaps Jason pushes him away just like everyone else. He’s got his own mess to clean up, first literally.
The metaphorical one might have just stained too deeply to remedy.
The night finds him placing the broom back in it’s place in the supply closet and sitting alone in pitch darkness.
Thinking of a grave that doesn’t belong to him, it never did, but it has his name on it. Thinking of the memories he shouldn’t have, piecing together how his heart only knows more fragments have been prodding at him, more broken pieces he doesn’t know where they fit.
The night finds him sitting alone in pitch darkness. Shivering, shaking with quiet tears.
Knowing he’d be undisturbed, alone, in the grave he’s built for himself.
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ult group tag game
@heartcravings thank you for tagging me, this was hard but really fun 😁😊
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. who was your fist bias? kris, but let's say it didn't take chanyeol long to take over :) it was so weird for me that i went around telling i have 2 biases quite some time before it dawned me that yeollie kinda became unbeatable lol
. who is your bias now? chanyeol (who would have thought) and no one else comes even close
. what was the first mv you watched by them? history. my friends wanted to show me the flapping pants lol
. what’s your favourite mv? oh my, here we go... i am a sucker for darker concepts so mama, monster, lotto and obsession are strong contestants. but... we also have electric kiss and coming over which i wish would be full mvs and goddamn kokobop with the wildest aesthetic. i cannot choose among these.
. if you could listen to one of their songs for the rest of your life, which would it be? monster? mama? thunder? overdose? lotto? heart attack? *existential crisis* one of these maybe? or a really really long song called "every exo song ever in chronological order" no this is not cheating 😛
. who would you want to see them collab with? i imagine group collabs are always hard to do and i think there is A LOT to explore by letting the members collab with each other outside of the fixed units. including yixing again would be another nice collab (yes i know everybody else before me said that too but listen, it cannot be said often enough). other than this... maybe artists the members themselves want a collab with :D this might sound so generic but all of them have different music tastes and as a group they have pulled of so many genres already - i think they have the abilities to collab with who ever tf they want 😌
. what (mv) concept do you want to see them do? want... more... dark... ye. haha jk unless... 👀 anyway, i always loved the super power thing exo has going on so i really want that to be in there somewhere, no matter the concept.... ok... i thought long about this but i could them to have something similar to one of the elyxion vcrs they already had where they were trapped in different rooms and needed to get out and escape together. these rooms can have very individual aesthetics again, so there would also be a lot of variety and space for multiple concepts and including their powers again. and we would have the typical exo motif of escaping or running from something again and also them finding each other and more important finding strength in each other which is somehow a really wholesome message i would love to convey.
. have you ever had a dream with any of the members in it? hehe yes, right now i remember 3, 2 of them utterly stupid and therefore the ones i will never ever forget lol.
first, when i was sitting on the bleachers watching kris playing basketball until he hit me in the face with one.
no. 2 had a bit more plot. i was at a ccbx concert with my sister and a friend and for some stupid reason they needed somebody on the stage and i was chosen and whatever i was supposed to do on that stage - i failed, tripped, fell and landed right on my stomach, making chanyeol who was behind me trip as well and he fell right on top of my back. and then i woke up and had to laugh so hard about this bc how did i even come up with a plot that weak and idiotic.
the third one was last night or the night before, i already start to forget it lol it wasn't silly enough, bc it actually was really anxiety inducing. sth was up with yixing. there was a rumor about him going on and i just couldn't find out what and everybody was arguing about it obviously and asking for my opinion but i didn't know anything about the entire situation and at some point i woke up and was very stressed bc for a sec i wasn't sure how real that dream was o_o
oh, and i also dreamt of an chanyeol live stream during the past 4 months but i don't remember the details - i always forget them the moment i want to write them down -.-
. if you could spend the day with one member, who would it be and what would you do? well, it would be chanyeol, obviously. and i would love to spend time in his studio with him, watching his process of making music, letting him ramble about it, because it's so endearing when he talks about music and what new things he wants to try and all that. also, music talks lead to deep talk at some point. that's just a fact. thinking about it, i wouldn't even insist on the studio setting, any setting that would make it easy for me not to feel super awkward would do and then just... talk, you know? i just really wanna hear what goes on that pretty mind of his.
. which member do you think you would get on with best? jongin. very sure about that, he is calm and hilarious at the same time and makes it easy to feel comfortable in his presence, i think. also maybe baekhyun. because even if it's the final motive of his actions, i think he creates easy-going and relaxed atmospheres very quickly and effortlessly. chanyeol, yixing, kyungsoo and me would at least have a common ground with making music and songwriting, which would make it easier for me to get along with them well too. couldn't say which would work out best tho.
. which member do you think you would argue with? actually i think yixing. because as much as it is his choice (only to a certain degree of coursen but i won't start overthinking the exact terms of his contract now, this is only a tag game xD) to work so damn hard every single day, i would non-stop tell him not to be harsh on himself and to take breaks when he needs them. i guess that would annoy the shit out of him because i think he might be just as stubborn as he's determined. though i think he wouldn't be too mad because he'd know i'm just worried about him, so we wouldn't argue forever.
. if you had to let one member scroll through you tumblr, who would it be? .......i don't know who would be more embarrassed - me or them 😂 maybe NOT kyungsoo bc he would probably want to hit me afterwards. but i guess Sehun would be an option, i think he would have understanding ajdhfjf
tagging: @byuns-coco @diamozi @kafkascupcake and anybody else who is up to it ^-^ (it's the last one for now, i promise 😅)
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