#EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP HE IS HAPPY HE IS GOD HE IS KIRA AND HE IS HAPPY BECAUSE HE WON

[god-of-this-new-blog]

“‘Cause if it gets you through the night. Well then hey, hey it’s your night, and that’s your right, it ain’t my business” — The Paper Chase

[writingoneshots]

After reading the Killer story, I really want to request this: Killer accidentally cheating on reader and reader finds out while they are at it hehe

Drunken double 

Hello :) ! It's not Sunday here yet - technically yes.. it's after midnight, which means that it's Sunday but I didn't sleep yet.. so it doesn't count. It's still Saturday haha.

I really hope you'll like this.. wanted to make it angsty and dramatic but I wasn't sure how much drama or angst is actually wanted in one shots. And the 'hehe' made it seem like you wanted some angst and pain. I always try to interpret stuff :)

- Killer x reader - 1,339 words - married Kid (don't hate me. a bit of change won't hurt. his wive's name is Kira!) - NSFW, drama, drunken Kid, angst (not too intense because I don't know if readers like angst in one shots.)

Enjoying a long pause from all the gold hunting in the last few days, Killer and the rest of the crew were drinking and singing all night long. Everyone was enjoying themselves and having the best time of their lives. They were close to finding the One Piece but realized that there were a lot of treasures to steal and collect, after the Straw Hats had accidentally mentioned seeing a castle filled with gold. Killer had been drinking more than usual but that was because Kid felt the need to battle him in a drinking game again. This time he had felt more confident than before but he forgot that it was easier to get drunk while drinking through a straw than normally. He had already felt dizzy but still won the drinking contest, which was all about a golden bracelet. Kid wanted to give it to his wife but now Killer had won it for his girlfriend. You. After many hours, Killer spotted you standing at the doorway, pointing with your index finger at him and then motioning him to follow you. Killer didn't need to see you do this twice. He immediately stood up, the bracelet in his hand, and stumbled into your direction. Killer didn't realize how fast you two made it into his private cabin but he didn't care. The only thing he realized was that you were wearing a new perfume today. It confused Killer but he didn't mind it for now. He would definitely ask you about your sudden switch the next morning. While his erection got suddenly all the attention, Killer took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, trying to hold himself up. When he had felt your hand on his stomach, Killer put the bracelet around your wrist and sighed happy. It felt good to see you wearing it. His sight was way too blurry but he realized that your hair was falling differently over your shoulder when you eyed the bracelet. Killer was about to lift your head up, just to see into your beautiful (e/c) eyes but stopped when you took out his hardened member and began licking and sucking on it. Little pears of excitement landed on your tongue and Killers breathing became heavier at that sight. His hand grabbed your head after you kept teasing him for too long and pulled you softly closer to take him in completely. You two have been playing this game for too long every time but he was impatient today. Feeling you sucking on it, deepthroating it as good as possible, Killer leaned his head against the wall, not believing how this felt. He blamed the alcohol for feeling you pleasuring him differently but he didn't want to say anything to ruin the mood. "Get up, my love.", Killer looked down to you and helped you stand up, turning you around to your favorite position. He stepped to the side and pulled you with him to a small shelf. Killer pushed your torso down softly until you leaned down onto the shelf, and pulled up your skirt. "I see.. someone has bought a new skirt for me to enjoy.", Killer smiled a bit and just remembered to take off the mask. He threw it onto the bed and leaned forward again, grabbing your nape carefully and in the way you love it. It surprised him to not see you wear any clothes, especially because you were outside, but Killer was sure that this was just for him to feel more teased. His fingers went down carefully to your folds, making sure you were ready for him, and when he felt how wet you were, he got even more excited. Not being able to wait any longer, Killer placed himself right in between you and filled you fully but very slowly. The moans filled the room, Killers lust for you grew and he began thrusting in harder. His pleasure filled Killer's whole body and his orgasm was slowly building up. "Are you sure that he's in here?", a known voice appeared from outside. Killer suddenly froze. No.. what.. He would recognize that voice from thousand miles away. The door suddenly opened. Silence. A gasp filled the room and a heartbreaking tone of you crying followed right after. "No.. I..", Killer looked down at the woman, smiling at Killer. He had to blink many times, really fast.. until he saw the unknown face looking back at

him. His anger grew, his desperation drew him crazy and the sound of your pain killed him. "Oh my God, Killer!", Kira's voice distracted his mind for a quick second. He looked down to his hands, covered in blood now. "The fuck is going on here?!", Kid appeared behind his wife, still drunk as hell, and hIs eyes widened at the sight of Killer getting his, now not erected, member out of a freshly beheaded woman. Some other crewmates wanted to see what was going on but Kira threw them all out onto the deck again, while Kid stayed back with you and Killer. "HOW COULD YOU?!", you screamed at him. You weren't sure what to say or think but you knew one thing for sure. You have never felt this much pain in your life. He was sleeping with another woman. He betrayed you. The most loyal man you've ever met. He betrayed you.. Your sight became blurry because your tears have already been covering your face and you weren't fast enough to wipe them away. "(Y/N).. I.. (Y/N) please.. I didn't see.. I was drunk..-" "Man.. Killer.. how could you sleep with a woman, who has no head.. You should better hide her before (Y/N) sees this.. she's gonna-", Kid didn't even manage to finish his sentence. Kira pushed him out of the way immediately, cursing him for being an idiot, and turned to you. "(Y/N) let's go into the kitchen. You need to sit down.", she tried to calm you down but you just shook your head. "No.. I need to know why.." "I didn't intend to! I never even look at another woman, (Y/N)!", Killer took a deep breath and put on some pants. He didn't even care about his mask. The only thing he cared about was you. Not losing you, calming you down, holding you and begging you for forgiveness. Only you. "So you were drinking again, you idiot. Look what your games have done!", Kira whispered to Kid and pushed him into the bedroom to make him shut up from saying any other dumb comment. You looked short at Kira and her husband, having their usual fights and wondering if you'd ever end up like them. "(Y/N).. please..", Killers eyes were filled with regret and tears were appearing at the corner of his eyes. "No.. I trusted you.. I don't care if you were drunk.. you touched another woman..", you were only able to whisper, still not believing that you were saying these words out loud. It felt too surreal. Killer took a step forward only to stop again after you've lifted your hand to show him not to move. "We're over..", were the last words he had heard from you before you left without ever turning back. -- Two years have passed since that incident and Killer couldn't help but still think about you. Any time he had nothing to do, listened to Kid and his wife or just watched a couple laughing happily together, he couldn't stop thinking about the times you two had spend with each other. Killer tried to contact you, make you trust him again and believe him but had to give up after seeing you with someone else. Roronoa Zoro. He was the one you were holding now. He was the one, who was allowed to kiss you and satisfy all your needs. Listen to your stories and laugh with you. It wasn't Killer anymore. His heart was shattered and his will to live, barely existent.

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S3 13 | Galvanize

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE | MIATCHEMBER  | KO-FI

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2405

Warnings: Mentions of  injuries, blood, death, swearing (always), etc.

A/N: These kind of chapters are boring but necessary for the story. It would be nice if at least, the people who asked to be tagged did vote. It takes time to write, to add things or to think of future scenes.

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

"You're back in school?" Those were the first words that came out of Scott's mouth as the twins parked their motorbikes next to my brother's one. Of course, Scott's bike didn't look as expensive as the other two.

"No, just to talk."

"Oh." Stiles and I walked closer to where my brother was standing. "That's kind of a change of pace for you guys. Usually, you're just hurting, maiming, and killing." His hands were gripping the straps of his backpack.

Aiden rolled his eyes. "You need a pack. We need an Alpha."

"Yeah. Absolutely not." Stiles intervened again, nodding his head, and patting Ethan's chest, who hit his hand off him. "That's hilarious, though."

"You came to us for help. We helped."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "You beat his face into a bloody pulp." I furrowed my eyebrows. "That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually counter-productive." Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I glanced to my side. Stiles was beaming at me, a goofy smile on his face.

"Why would I say yes?" My brother asked.

"We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful." Both of the twins nodded their head at the same time. "There's no reason to say no."

Stiles dramatically rolled his eyes.

"I can think of one." Isaac appeared from nowhere, and I quickly sent him a look, asking if he was feeling better. At the forest, he didn't have as much luck as I did. A trap closed around his leg. "Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd. In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now." Stiles agreed with him, nodding his head.

Aiden didn't hesitate to show his fangs and flash his eyes. "You want to try?"

Scott swiftly grabbed the curly-haired boy's arm, holding him back from getting closer to one of the twins. "Sorry, but they don't trust you. And neither do I." We ignored Aiden and Ethan, walking into school.

As soon as we opened the door, a roll of toilet paper hit Stiles right on the face. "All right, that's my face!" His hands immediately patted the other boy's back. "Hey, dude, good decision, buddy. Good Alpha decision."

"I hope so." He sighed.

"No, you know so." We walked to our lockers. The Hazel-eyed boy fastly grabbed his things while I did the same.

I noticed that my brother was dumbfoundedly looking somewhere. "What are you looking at?" I asked him, closing my locker while Stiles took his backpack off to fill it with some books.

"Me?"

"You," I replied.

"You looking at her?" Stiles followed his gaze for a couple of seconds.

"Her? Who her?" Oh, come on, Scott. It was so obvious.

"Her her. Kira." Stiles answered back. "You like her?"

"No." He spoke up too fast. I smirked while staring deep into his eyes. "Hey Y/N, don't do that. Don't d-. Okay yeah, she's okay. She's new."

"So, ask her out." The Stilinski boy finally shut his locker.

"Now?"

"Yes, now." I intervened. "She is leaving."

"Right now?" He asked again while Kira seemed to walk away.

"Right now." He patted my brother's back. "Scott, I don't think you get it yet. You're an Alpha. You're the apex predator." I rolled my eyes as Stiles gave him advice related to girls. "Everyone wants you. You're like the hot girl that every guy wants." I chuckled.

"The hot girl?"

"You are the hottest girl." Stiles smiled as if he was sure of what he was stating.

Isaac, who had come back, glanced between the three of us. I just shook my head. "What?"

"I'm the hot girl." Scott's expression was earnest as he raised his eyebrows.

Isaac nodded his head. "Yes, you are."

I felt an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to a warm body. "So you swing both ways?" To my question, Stiles seemed surprised. "I thought I was the hot girl, but I can see you think my brother is the hottest girl." I jokingly tried to look mad. "I guess you are just dating me to make my brother jealous." My tone was dramatic. "It was Scott McCall all along. He is the one you desire."

As soon as my boyfriend noticed that I was joking, he couldn't help but laugh loudly. "Don't tell Scott." His mouth came near my ear as he whispered the following words. "You are the hottest girl."

"I was hoping so." A peck was placed on the corner of my mouth. My gaze shifted as soon as I saw Mr. Stilinski on one of the corridos, which couldn't mean anything good. "Hey, Stiles," My hand rested on the middle of his chest as he continued kissing me. "Isn't that your dad?"

His gaze moved to where I was looking. He wandered towards his father, bringing me with him. "Wait a minute, wait a minute! The William Barrow? The Shrapnel Bomber? Spotted nearby?"

"A little closer than nearby, actually." A shiver ran through my body, even though I didn't know who that person was. If Stiles seemed distraught, then it couldn't be anything good.

"Dad, what's really going on here?" Stiles brought me closer to his side, muttering his words.

We had found Allison, Lydia and Isaac. Agent McCall didn't want anyone coming in or out of the school. "Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes?" We walked down the stairs as Isaac asked all the questions that could come to his mind. "He said those exact words?"

"Yeah. And no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies, which in any other circumstance would be all kinds of awesome." I punch his arm, which made him groan and pout.

"Did you say flies?" As soon as Lydia asked that, a fly buzzed next to my ear, and I quickly moved my arm, trying to scare it. Allison's eyes went from Lydia to me. "All day I have been hearing this sound. It's like this buzzing."

Again, I felt like a fly was near my ear.  The Argent girl continued glancing at me, but this time, everyone was staring at me too. "Like the sound of flies?"

"Exactly like the sound of flies." Lydia nodded her head. "Y/N, there isn't any fly around you."

What?

We ran towards Scott when we finally found him. "Hey, dude, where the hell have you been?"

Lydia came closer to us. "The police are leaving. Why are they leaving?"

"The police?" My brother glanced at me, confused.

"They must have cleared the building and grounds, which means he's not here?" I tried to have a little hope.

"Who? What are you guys-."

"He has to be here. That sound The buzzing I've been hearing? It's getting louder." She glanced at me. "She has been hearing it too."

"I only heard it when you said it! I'm not hearing it now!"

"How loud?" Lydia closed her eyes as soon as Stiles asked her, trying to control her breathing. So it was loud, quite loud.

"Scott and Isaac are in the basement, right?" Lydia asked as we looked around the art room. Her voice was a mere whisper.

"Yeah, with Ethan and Aiden. The plan is they meet in the middle, in the boiler room."

"All of the wolves. All of the ones with glowing eyes are in the basement at the boiler room?"

"Not really," Stiles replied. "Y/N," He pointed at me. "She also has glowi-. Oh, my God! An engineer could use a boiler room to blow up the whole school."

"We have to get them out of there."

And we did, Stiles pulled the fire alarm. However, we were caught by Coach, who expressed his desire for punching Stiles's face. Thankfully, we got out of school, meeting the rest. But Scott and the twins weren't able to pick up a scent.

Scott had been invited by Mr. Yukimura to have dinner with him and his family, and let me tell you he was quite excited. Melissa was working all night, and she didn't want me to be alone at home. Therefore, Mr. Stilinski was happy enough to let me stay with them.

I laid on Stiles's bed as he was adding things to his board. "Scott has never eaten sushi before. He is going to make a mess."

I chuckle. "Maybe they won't eat sushi."

He turned around to glance at me. "They are Japanese."

"Stiles," I groaned. "That's stupid. Japanese people don't eat Japanese food all the time! They can eat other foods too!" He shrugged. "What do the different coloured strings mean?" I asked while I glanced to the strings that were on top of his bed.

"Oh, just different stages of the investigation. So green is solved, yellow is to be determined, blue's just pretty." I couldn't help but chuckle. "They are the colour of your siren's eyes."

I got up from the bed, walking closer to him until I was engulfed by his arms. "My siren side is melting."

He snickered. "What about your other side?" He hummed, his lips trapping my bottom lip. "Does she like it too?"

"Hhmm," I pecked his lips, my tongue peeking out to lick his bottom one. "She is a little more complex." His tongue parted my lips, going inside my mouth as his hands rested on my cheeks. Our breaths mangled while our tongues continued grinding against each other.

"I believe she clearly likes it." He stopped kissing me as he seemed to notice something. "We are going to school." I stared at him, puzzled. "We are going to school. Now."

And that's what we did.

"This is just like the first time." I referred to Stiles, Lydia and I being inside the school at night. "So what are we looking for?" I squeezed one of Stiles's hoodies around my body, hating the cold temperature. He ignored me, opening a door that had a warning sign. "That was supposed to be locked." I glanced at the sign 'Caution. Chemical Storage.'

"Yeah. I know." He took his phone out, turning on the lantern. "Notice anything else?"

I entered the room. "Crystal bottles."

"The smell of chemicals. They wouldn't have been able to catch his scent." Lydia added, offering me one of her gloves as my hands were freezing. I offered her a smile, grabbing the soft item.

My boyfriend nodded his head, glancing at the floor. There was some shattered glass, and what looked like blood. "He was here, performing very minor surgery on himself. Lydia was right."

"I don't feel good about this, Stiles." I peered around.

"Probably because he was here to kill somebody."

"But who?"

"That's what we gotta figure out. We could spread out, start looking for anything." We looked around the room, in hopes of finding something else that would tell us where that crazy dude could be. "Lydia, what are those?"

As I heard Stiles, I glanced up, seeing Lydia walking towards something written on the blackboard. "Atomic numbers." I answered before the strawberry blonde girl could.

"Is it a formula?" The boy walked closer to me.

"Not really. 19's potassium. The first two make potassium iodide." She grabbed chalk, writing a K next to the number 19.

"Potassium is K?" Both Stiles and I asked at the same time.

"From kalium, the scientific neo-Latin name." Next to another number, she wrote the letter I.

"What's radium?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and getting closer to the blackboard. "Is it R-A?" As soon as the words came out of my mouth, Lydia nodded her head. Kira, he wanted to kill Kira. "We need to call Scott."

Stiles was already calling my brother while pacing around the room. "Nothing, he isn't answering his phone." He glanced at me, biting the inside of his cheek. "W-What do we do?"

"We are going to Kira's house." I quickly walked to the door but stopped when Lydia and Stiles weren't following me out. "I know where she lives, okay? I made my research too." Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. "I wasn't going to let my brother go to a stranger's house! Have you watched any criminal documentary?" I rolled my eyes. "Let's go!"

When arriving at Kira's house, we found my brother lying on the ground. He had blood running down his forehead. "Barrow, he took Kira!" I nodded my head, more worried about his condition. He seemed to notice, squeezing my right hand and offering me a smile.

"We know. He was after her the whole time."

"We have to think of something. He's going to kill her."

"I knew he was there." Lydia seemed to be distracted. "How did I know that?"

"Because you heard the flies, right?" I asked.

My brother's gaze shifted to her. "What do you hear now?"

"Nothing. I feel like I can do this. But I don't know what to do. It's like it's on the tip of my tongue, and I don't know how to trigger it. I just I swear to God, it literally makes me want to scream."

"Okay, then scream." Stiles stepped closer to her. "Lydia, scream."

And she did. We all covered our ears, faces scrunched. "It's not flies. It's electricity."

"Wait a second, Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power substation."

"What substation?"

Scott and Stiles got out of the jeep. "Okay. Wait here, all right?" The Stilinski boy glanced at Lydia and me. I was going to protest, but he didn't let me do so. "Just wait for the cops to come."

"Why?" Lydia asked.

"I only got one bat."

Both boys disappeared inside the building. And as soon as I saw them disappearing, I quickly moved in the car, trying to grab my backpack. "What are you doing?" I only offered her a smirk. "Stiles will kill me if he knows that I let you go inside!" She grabbed my wrist. "You aren't going!"

"Lydia?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry." I moved the seats of the back, getting inside the truck of the jeep as I knew Stiles had closed the car. Once I was inside, I used all my strength to kick it, opening it. Then, I also went into the building.

But it seemed like they didn't need me because Kira was something supernatural.

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halloween special!

hi everyone!!!! 

for halloween this year, inspiration struck and i decided to craft this halloween special demon/angel light au! i had so so much fun writing this and hope yall enjoy it!!!

no matter where you are in the world, if you celebrate halloween or not, i hope you all are doing amazing and know that you are so so loved (by me) and thank you all for the love and support you give! i love every single one of y’all and let’s finish out the year the best we can!!!! 

word count: 7.2k 

And He will bring hell with him. 

The grass will gray, and the trees will blanket with ash as all life is left withered, limp, and colorless in his wake. He takes, and takes, and takes with the full red moon on his back and the stars glittering on his lips in golden lies. Should his, Kira's eyes, red with ire from his unattained vision, seek you out, you are bound to the pits of hell itself for eternity. 

"Well, that's what the tale says," Misa said. "If you believe in that kinda stuff." She flipped the book over to display the illustrations. You leaned over to get a closer look. "They really have to make evil people this beautiful, huh?" You looked at her incredulously. "What? You're thinking the same thing! I just said it…" Her eyes trailed down to the pages again. 

"He was a mortal once?" Misa nodded her head and adjusted herself on the sofa for you to scootch closer. Her red manicured nails slipped the page over to the next. 

"Who tried to be a god." You squinted down at the new page and pointed. 

"She kinda looks like you." She laughed. 

"Just wait," Misa replied. "Anyway, he was young, a few years below us, when he came across the power to make him a god. He was not chosen nor special. The power was left to be picked up by any traveler. It just so handed to be dropped outside of his family's farm, and he just so happened to be who he was. An ambitious genius with the same hunger for power the poor have for food. He used this power to rise above all others and to kill any who dared step in his way." Tragic art painted the pages as Misa continued to flip through them. 

"How?" Misa shook her head. 

"They don't know. We don't know. A creature crueler than Kira. A bored god looking to stir trouble. A blessing that was used as a curse. Perhaps all. Perhaps none." She giggled. "Exciting, isn't it?" You scoffed. 

"Yeah, yeah. Keep going." 

"But he had enemies. No mortal man should wield what Kira wielded. Those who wanted to strip him of his power and deliver justice to those he had ridden of, not grasp the power, the golden throne, he sought. They played games with one another. Cruel, cunning games of who would outsmart the other. He who was supposed to condemn his power and he who had it used the same means to win.

"Us. Regular people used and thrown away to further their game. There was one," she pointed at the girl who resembled herself, "who picked up the same power as he. It was her who tried to love him, that bent at his word, that carried out his will." Misa swallowed, "but he had lost his ability to love, or that's what was thought until..." Misa cut herself off. 

"Kira and his nemesis continued to use, to manipulate the very ground the other walked on. All until he finally stood at the foot of the throne of the world he thirsted for. Pristine and shining, it stood above the clouds themselves. This is where he was slain, where his blood stained the stone, the rug, the throne, infecting and cursing them. The throne cracked, contorted, twisted, and fell. Down, down it fell until he and the now blackened throne were in hell. 

"One day, when the full moon shines on the bleeding night, he will rise, and he will bring hell with him. He will claim what he has lost to reign over the world of men. The grass will gray, and the trees will blanket with ash as all life is left withered, limp, and—,"

"I know that much," you interrupted, "but I'm confused. Did you leave a part out? Where you cut yourself off, I mean." White teeth dragged across her lip. 

"After," she started to rapidly flip the pages, "after he was banished to hell, they found…" Her flipping stopped at the very last page, "this." 

On the page was a cage with gnarled black metal and a large gash across the bars. A human whose arms crosses on their chest in an 'X.' Their feet were bound together and tied with rope to the middle's central support pole. Blood trickled down their face, torso, and legs. Beautiful, broken, ripped wings crumpled at their back. "He had stolen an angel. Broken them. Claimed them. Upon their back, scars from where he had failed to rip them off their back." She hummed. "Kinda looks like you." 

You laughed nervously then scoffed, trying to get the haunted picture out of your brain. "Should his eyes, red with ire from his unattained vision, seek you out, you are bound to the pits of hell itself for eternity because you are who he has lost, and he will not fail again.

"But that's just how it goes!" Misa laughed good-naturedly and shut the book harshly. "Pretty scary, right?" You shook your head.

"Absolutely not. First, it's actually pretty disturbing. Secondly, it's so vague! No details on how he died, if the other guy killed him. You'd think after eons of repetition, they'd make stuff up." Misa shook her head. 

"Yeah, if you ask a bard, but do you really want to hear a romanticization of it in a song where they talk about how he loved whom he locked away and claimed? They do not sing about the reality, for it is far too gruesome for even documentation, much less for song. At least, that's what Rem told me. Being vague is the only option to make it tolerable, but I think she actually knows the truth and won't spill." You laughed and rose from the library's sofa. "So? It's my favorite story." 

"That's because that girl looks like you." 

"And?" You clicked your tongue. 

"I dunno. I did say it was disturbing, but you don't really believe in this kinda stuff, right?" You scratched the back of your head. 

"Of course, I do!" She giggled. "Ever since Rem took me in and taught me to read, it's been my favorite book." How could you forget what an oddball Misa was? You sighed. 

"Alright, believe what you want. Halloween is the day after tomorrow, after all. Be as spooky as you want." Misa rose and slipped the leather-bound book back into her bag. "Are you stealing that?" You harshly whispered. She shook her head. 

"Nope! It's Rem's." Oh, gee.

"I'd rather steal from the library—which has free books—a concept I just remembered for some reason than Rem. Do you have a death wish? Nevermind, don't answer that. Why did you make me come to the library again?" 

"Isn't this where people read?

"...You're right. I got nothing. Come on. I need to get back to the market. I promised my parents I would pick up the pumpkins Mello grew and carved. Apparently, people are putting lights in them to make the faces glow at night."  

Your village was reasonably large, set on the misty hillside of the mountain. Though the nearest city where the Earl of the region lived was a few miles down the path and knights on horses frequented here on their patrols, your village felt world's away from society. It was also relatively famous for the chapel, so travelers often stopped to visit, especially with the holiday season. 

It rested closest to where the cliff dropped into nothingness. Flowers surrounded it, and moss grew up its stone walls. Vivid glass windows decorated all sides and around the wooden doors. A tower ascended from the front to where a millennial old bell sat still for just as long, for it was only to ring when the world was set to end.

Within, pews lined the plush red rug. The rug ran straight to the golden altar, where a large statue stood behind. The stained glass filtered color light upon its flawless, stone complexion. Water poured from the few holes in the body down into the small pond around it. 

"Are we going to meet on Halloween?" Misa asked. "You know it's my favorite holiday! Everyone will be on the square dancing and dressed up!" You smiled. 

"Of course. You know my parents would not miss a party. We can meet on my porch since it's closer?" She nodded enthusiastically,

"Yes! That sounds perfect! See you then!" The blonde blew you a kiss and skipped in the direction of her house. You smiled before turning on your heel and approaching the square. 

Of course, the market would be busy with both locals and travelers. It was mid-day, and each stand had its unique, limited-time holiday goods. You had to squeeze your way to make it to Mello's stand. The blonde grimaced as you approached. Ah. He's in a good mood! 

"Afternoon, Mello." 

"Y/N," he regarded you. "You're really going to buy a pumpkin with a scary face? Would it really go with your garden?" You scoffed. 

"It's my parents, actually, and yes! I can be scary and festive! Not as good as you, Mello. I heard that you carved lots of pumpkins for the village." He hummed and motioned to those on the wooden stand. 

"Not for the village," he replied. "You still have to pay, got it?" You rose your hands. 

"Of course, of course." You began to browse the selection. "Will you be attending the festivities night of?" He scoffed. 

"No. Now pick your poison or leave." You smiled and reached for one with a broad crooked smile. "Terrible taste." You furrowed your brows. 

"...But you're the one who made it?" Mello's eyes widened for a second before narrowing once more. 

"It's one of my worse ones. I guess it'll go well with you, then." You laughed and rubbed the carved circle around the stem with your hand. 

"Yep! Sounds good, Mello." You reached into your pockets and dropped a few coins in front of him. "Keep the change. Happy Halloween!" Mello snatched the coins from the table and shooed you off. You morphed back into the crowd, maneuvering your way through the group back to your house.

An abrupt, intense headache wracked your skull, causing you to suddenly stop amid the crowd and wince, nearly dropping the pumpkin under your arm. With your free hand, you grasped your forehead, but the pain only escalated and pulsed down your body. Two particularly intense strands of pain erupted on your back.

Peeking up, the crowd blurred around you, but your eyes on a figure at the corner of the inn. He was too far to make out the intimate details besides his lithe frame and brown hair. For moments you locked eyes before he disappeared behind the inn. 

The pain stopped as if it was an illusion. You snapped back into reality, chest heaving in relief. A few eyes looked at you in concern, but no one stopped to ask. Thankfully so. You wouldn't know what to tell them if they asked what happened. 

Shaking your head, you safely made it to your small house hidden behind a large oak tree. 

"Oh! You got the pumpkin! How was Mello?" 

"Charming as ever, of course. I was just with Misa at the library before that. She told me the story about Kira and his fall to hell." Your mom nodded her head and took the pumpkin from your arm. 

"Ah, that's an old one. I guess she's always been the type to be into that stuff. It freaks me out, personally." You followed your mom to the kitchen. 

"Yeah, me too. I try to remind myself it's not real, but there's also the small tick in the back of my brain that tells me it may be, you know?" She nodded again. 

"Oh, I like this carving! Nice choice, Y/N, but yes, I do that too. Especially since Halloween, this year, is on the full blood moon. An ill omen in all tales. Luckily the town's party rids my mind of such horrors, as should yours. Anything else happen today?" You paused.

"N-no. Nothing comes to mind. I think I'm going to go find father then wash up before dinner. Is he still in the forest?" Your mom nodded. 

"Yep. He's been hunting that same deer for weeks now. Apparently, it has a rack of the like he has never seen before. Something of beauty. I think he doesn't even want to kill it as much as he wants to see it again." Your dad was somewhat of a conundrum. As much as he awed and loved nature, he was a hunter who made income on the sale of its pelts and horns. "I'm sure he hasn't found it yet. Maybe you can help."

Unlikely, but you liked to explore the misty pines surrounding your village. They were too safe and had a few secret spots where hollowed logs led to hidden clear ponds. Wishing your mom farewell, you entered the pines and inhaled their thick scent. 

Your dad's job was handy in that you knew the backwoods like the back of your hand. He taught you the ways to track and navigate through the seemingly identical trunks. 

He also unknowingly taught you to sense when something was off with the forest. After ten minutes of traversing, you finally had the feeling of dread. The mist was inches too low, the grass droplets too wet, and the temperature degrees too low. You held your breath and glanced at your surroundings. 

A silhouette. A deer's head with a rack so vertically high you thought your eyesight was failing you. Except, as you stepped closer, this deer had the body of a man standing upon his two legs. Large hollow eyes oozed mist. 

"..." something was whispered into the air. You continued to hold your breath. "...—/N." The deer-man gave no indication of moving, and you could not bring your feet to even wiggle the frost from your toes. "Y/N."

Your name. Crystal clear. Your breath hitched. His hand with long, natural claws extended forwards towards you. "Y/N," it repeated. "You mus—....—ere. No t—." You could not make out his words. 

"Y/N!" Another yell. This time you recognized it as your father. Eyes blown open, you wretched your eyes from the deer-man and sprinted towards the voice of your father. 

"I'm...sorry." 

…

"You're not telling us everything." Your father accused. After you ran head-first into your father, petrified and stumbling over every word, he urged you home and waited for you to take the bath you begged them to allow you to have before sitting you in the sitting room, the fire roaring under the holiday wreath behind you. 

'It just scared me. I've never seen a bear of its size." Why are you lying? You had no idea. As soon as your mom asked the first questions, lies flowed out of your mouth like the truth. Stories you naturally never could have conjured on the spot. Stories you would never because you did not lie, which is why your parents, despite their dubious expressions, did believe you. "I swear. I just got freaked out. I think it's because of the story Misa told me today."

"That girl," your dad muttered. 

"She told them the story of the man who fell to hell. Kira." Your dad nodded and rubbed his chin with his hand. 

"Ah, I see. That would do it. Y/N, I know the full blood moon is coming, but there's no need to fret. Stories are just stories, alright? Leave your candlelight on tonight should you be scared of the dark, alright? Me and your mom are in the room over, alright?" You nodded. "Good. Now, what's for dinner?"

…

You lit the candle that night. In your nightwear, you sat on the edge of the bed. Muffled moonlight streamed through the frosted window and reflected off the full-length mirror in the corner. You inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth.

"They're just stories. Just stories." Like a mantra, you repeated this under your breath as you ducked under the covers. Opening your eyes, though, you were met with a flash of shadow in the mirror. You jumped and stared at it with eyes open enough to feel the cold air. You waited for something in the still room to move, for it to flash again, but nothing did. Thankfully.

Still, you threw the blanket off of yourself and approached to assure yourself that yes, it was nothing, and yes, there was nothing: just your reflection and the room behind you.

Until you blinked. 

For a second, blood poured down your body and wetted down your clothes against your figure—wings broken and limp behind your back. 

You screamed and smashed the mirror with your fist on impulse. Along with the shards, your body fell to the ground, and actual bloodied hands kept you from collapsing entirely. However, the features in the fragments were not yours. The man, the one from the square, stared back, but at this closer view, you can see his eyes. 

Red. 

You threw yourself back against the wall and screamed. Your door busted open, and your parents barged in. Your mother ran to your side and took your hand in hers while your father took in the big picture around him. 

"I-I thought I saw something in the mirror. Misa told me once the m-mirror is the passage to the other world. I-I know it's stupid for me to react like this, but I just… I don't know. Do you think it's the blood moon?" Your parents were quiet. 

'It could be," your mother said. "The blood moon is supposed to come with magic. It enables beings to crossover from other worlds, from other planes. It is the ill omen, but crossing over is all they can do. They can't touch you or hurt you. That, I promise." You nodded. 

Your parents stayed with you, and, for the first time since you were literally a toddler, you slept in their room, blankets wrapped around you on their floor. Relief flooded your system when sunlight broke through the window. Though your sleep was haunted by vague images and muddled whispers, you slept through the night after the incident. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Your dad asked. "You can skip your daily chores if you don't want to do them. Tomorrow too. Aren't I generous?" You laughed but shook your head no. 

"That's alright. I think if I stay home, I'll just keep thinking about it. I need to get my mind off of it. Doing chores will put my mind at ease. Some normalcy, I think." Your dad nodded, though you can tell your parents weren't eager to just forget the events of last night.

You knew someone, though, that would be eager to learn about them. 

"Misa, can you keep a secret?" She bit into an apple. 

"No," she replied simply. "I tell Rem everything, but that's it. I don't really talk to many other people here besides you and her, so no one else to tell, but I know Rem will mind her business. She talks to fewer people than I do." That was true. You could count the number of times you talked to Rem on a single hand, and Misa said she liked you. 

"Okay, don't freak out, but…" 

She freaked out.

"And they were red?" You nodded. 

"Glowing. A sinister smirk on his face. His hands in the reflection, touching my own through the glass. It was the same as the one I saw in the square right after we met." Misa's eyes widened in enthusiasm and jubilation.

"It's him! It has to be! Kira!" You shook your head. 

"No, my mom explained it to me. It's a spirit from the other plane playing a joke on me. She told me that after I stopped crying and fled to their room before I passed out. That story isn't real. It… can't be." Misa shook her head and leaned forward. 

"It is! It's not that you don't believe it's real; it's that you don't want to believe it's real! Y/N, you have to believe me." You grimaced and backed away to create some breathing room.

"Why would I want it to be real?" You whispered solemnly. "Why would I want that to happen to me? I can't believe it's real. It can't be real. I'm terrified if it is real, okay? If my parents think it's real because I do, they'll tell the church, and if the church finds out? You know how they deal with spiritual trespassers and those they possess. I'd basically be dead. My soul stripped from my being to ensure I do not bring harm to anyone else. I would be a hollow body, Misa! Don't you get that!?" You inhaled a ragged breath. 

"...Has anything happened today?" You shook your head. "It's already almost sunset, so that's a good sign, at least. Sorry, I got too excited. Your feelings and safety are important. Okay, I promise I won't tell a soul about this." You breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Thank you. I just… don't know what to do." 

"Have you gone to the chapel? The water from the statue is supposed to cure any possession." You shook your head. "Okay! I think I know your next steps, then. Come on!" She stood abruptly from the bench and held out her hands. "Let's go!" 

She dragged you across the diameter of town until your footsteps echoed across the chamber. A few holy people greeted you as they did their duties. Some travelers prayed at the pews for good luck and well-being. A single man stood next to the pond where the statue stood. 

"Greetings," he welcomed. "I recognize you two from town, but I don't believe we've met. My name is Soichiro. Are you here to drink from the spring?" Misa nudged you forward. 

"Y-yes. Oh, I'm Y/N." He nodded. 

"I see. Does the blood moon have you nervous? Don't worry. Lots of people come to do the same before a blood moon. Come and cup your hands and drink the water. Any disease in your soul shall be healed." You lowered yourself down to your knees and cupped the crisp water between your palms. You lowered yourself to sip, and you swallowed. 

But it would not go down. 

You began to cough, and your body convulsed with coughs. Liquid did come from your mouth, but the drops upon the ground were not clear, but a vicious red. Soichiro yelled for the other holy people as your body shook and twisted. Ropes bound your wrists, and hands steadied your head—arms wrapped around your waist to keep you as still as possible. A man placed his palm on your forehead and whispered incomprehensible words. When he finished, he ripped his hand away, and your breath was restored. You were unable to fall with the tight grip they still had on you. 

"W-what happened?" You asked, feeling the tears on your cheeks continuing to inch down and the blood drying on your chin. "I-I don't know. I'm sorry." 

"Take them to the purification chamber."

"No! Please, no! Help me! Someone, please help!" It was a joint effort between numerous holy people to lift your struggling form from the ground. "Misa! Mom! Dad!" you called out for, yet, in the chapel, none of them were there. However, your screaming did not stop for them until you were placed on a large chair and gagged. Your legs were bound to the bottom of the chair, and arms rebound to the arms. Holy people circled around you. 

The chair you were in was much less a chair and more so a throne. Pure white metal was attached directly to the ground. Red cushioning provided comfort to your rear and back. With ragged breaths, you looked waited until one of them spoke or did anything besides watch you. It was the man who sentenced you here that approached. 

"Soichiro," someone called, but he ignored them and angled his head down towards you.

"I am going to undo your gag. Do not scream. I just want you to tell us the truth if you know anything. Sometimes… they do things without signaling a mortal." Large calloused hands undid the gag, and you inhaled greedily. "Now, tell us."

"A-are you going to take my soul?" 

"Speak first. I cannot make promises I do not know if I can keep." You swallowed and explained what you could to them. Your eyes were focused on the ground. The terror you would feel if his reaction was bad was too grand for you to meet his eyes. The silence after you ended your experience was deafening. "I see." He looked to a holy person nearby. "We need twenty-four-hours to prepare for the ritual. It leaves us with little room before the blood moon rises. If we do not store their soul… go now. It is much worse than any of us could have imagined." Your heart plummeted. 

"W-what? No! Please! Tell me what's going on! D-don't take my soul, please! I-I want to live! I'll run away! You'll never see me again!" Soichiro stared at you with what you hoped was empathy. The bags under his eyes spoke of his wisdom and his exhaustion. He motioned for the rest of the holy people to leave, so it was just him standing over you. 

"I'm sorry, child." He spoke softly, knuckles wiping the tears flowing down your face. "No matter how far you run, no matter how fast, no matter how well you hide, no matter how you continue on: alive or dead, he will come for you. The moment you locked eyes in the mirror, you were bound to him, just as you always have been." You shook your head, vehemently. 

"It's not true, is it? Kira... is he…?" Soichiro smiled sadly. "It can't be… it can't be me. It's impossible." You sobbed. "How? Please, at least tell me before… before…" You couldn't even make the words out. 

"My son," he began, "was always destined for greatness, but then greatness found him, and he became too great. The power he found was a single, black notebook. Write someone's name, and they would pass. It originally is from a Shinigami, a god of death, that possessed him while he owned it, but… there are forces more potent than Shinigami in the universe. He and his opponent, the one who sought to bring the mysterious killer Kira, my son, that plagued the land to justice, who we called L, always were at a battle of wits, of plans, but, in the end, my son won.

"But this victory angered others. It was they who killed him at the throne of the world. It was they who watched him plummet to hell. It was they who built the statue in this chapel and sealed him in hell so he could never return, but they have long passed. Their magic fading in time. I could do nothing in all this time except pray to angels to keep my son at bay." He paused and looked up solemnly. "You must be wondering how I am alive," He looked down at his pale hands. 

"The notebook is gone now. The Shinigami that dropped it fled back to his world when Lig- Kira, was cast down to hell. I, too, touched the notebook. A scheme my son created to get ahead. The curse of it never went away, and I am now stuck to live eternity until my son ends it." He clenched his fist. "I did not know you were so close. I did not know it was you. If I did… I would have taken your soul long before you could have known life without it." You shook your head. 

"I don't understand. What is my part? The book… the book only showed a cage with… someone in it. The story has no word of them. Just the girl… the weapon that served him." Soichiro sighed. 

"Back then, the plane between the mortal realm and other words was thinner when angels and spirits would roam mortal lands. You were an angel. A new one. Young. Wide-eyed and drawing silver linings wherever you walked. Someone he set to ruin. Someone with a soul so pure that he can take and twist to his own liking. No one should see you except him, so he locked you away and bound his soul to yours and your soul to his. As long as he lived, whether here or hell, you would too. 

"But just your soul. Unlike me, whose mortal body is stuck, it is solely your soul that has been recycled for eons. His part, the part of his soul within you, could only be awakened should your eyes meet his. Then, with his entire soul active and with the power of the red blood moon, he will be able to break the barrier that seals him tomorrow night. We must lock away part of his power, so he cannot walk this land again. 

"Should he, then he will seek to claim all that was taken from him. The mortal world will fall as we know it. Those he inevitably tricked in hell to follow him will breakthrough behind him. What the world deserves for not seeing him as the god he sees himself as." Tears pooled in Soichiro's eyes. "I still love my son. The bright-eyed boy, but he cannot love. What he feels for you is something far darker, something twisted. I do not know what he will do if he finds you. You will be better off soulless." You sobbed. 

"B-but the deer-man in the woods. Do you - I mean…" He furrowed his brows and shook his head. 

"I don't know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry my son came upon you. No one deserves this fate." You wretched in your bindings, ragged breaths, and eery whines escaping your mouth. "Some will be around to feed you later, and someone… someone will explain everything to your parents. 

"Let me see them!" You yelled out. "Please! One last time! They don't know anything! I just want to… please, I… I get it. Why you have to do this, but please let me say goodbye. Please. I just," you bit your bottom lip to prevent another wail, "please." Soichiro shook his head. The man could no longer maintain eye contact with you.

"I can't. We cannot risk you talking to anyone lest risk his jealousy. As far as we are concerned, you are not you. You are his." You pulled against the ropes once more. "I'm… so sorry. It is best for everyone that he does not see you with others while he is powerful enough to watch this world. I hope you never forgive me." Crestfallen, he turned his back and approached the door. 

"No! Come back! Please! Don't leave me alone here! P-please! S-Soichiro!" Only the slam and locking of the door met your calls. 

You don't know how long you howled and wailed, how many times it echoed back in the circular chamber to your ear. There came the point where your body could make no more tears, so you were left with pathetic dry heaves. It was then that a voice whispered in your head. 

"Y/N…" It was different than the voice in the woods. It was sinister, deep, evil. You focused on anything, the floor's intricate patterns, the ceiling, the running water behind the chair, the plants around the circumference of the room, anything to not acknowledge it. "Oh, aren't you a gift wrapped up for me? Clearly my father's work. Don't ignore me, Y/N. I know your every move. I know you can hear my every word" 

"F-fuck you!" You cried, and he laughed. Then, he clicked his tongue.

"Such dirty words. You're not the angel I remember, fresh out of the clouds. Ah, but there wasn't much angel left, from what I can recall. Do you feel it, Y/N? It shouldn't be long now…" For a long time, nothing happened, then, like two knives down your back, you screamed. "Ah, there it is. Those screams, I do remember. I don't care if it hurts." Blood soaked the cushion behind you and flowed down to your rear. "You brought this on yourself. This is what you deserve." 

"I didn't do anything!" You writhed. 

"Is that what my father told you? Is that what the story says? Oh, they couldn't be more wrong, love. You denied me what I deserve. You could have fallen to hell right with me, where you can be where you belong, but you stayed. I couldn't have you running back to the angels to live your days without me. I wouldn't allow it. If I hadn't had Mikami lock you in that cage, if I hadn't bound our souls, your grave would be in the flower fields above the clouds, but you got conceited. 

"Let me remind you of something, love. You are mine. Your body, your mind, your heart, your soul, what's between your legs, it's all mine. We are bound for eternity, Y/N. There is nothing you can do about it." He got quiet just as the immediate pain receded, leaving you with intense throbs. 

"You… won't get the chance," you spoke through tears. "Big talk for someone who isn't even going to breach this plane." A flash of pain sparked in your skull. He chuckled. 

"Oh, Y/N. Perhaps you are just as green as you were when we met. I can't wait to feel you again. To have you watch me burn the world." Silence. 

Despite your exhaustion, you could not sleep. You might as well have melted into the chair in how your body did not move a single inch, too scared to bother your wounds, and have the pain come back that is still aching. You did not want to spend your last hours unconscious. No one came to feed you.

"They're coming," he said. "They'd better be quick, then. The moon is almost up out there, after all." He groaned, and you jolted at the feeling of a cold hand on your neck. 

Soichiro and a train of holy people entered the room and surrounded you. He approached your limp body and undid your bounds. You did not miss him tense, and his eyes widen at the pool of blood in the seat from your back. 

'We must hurry. Any minute he will come through." Soichiro enlisted others to help him carry you back up the stairs to the altar. "Twenty four hours in the chamber has amplified their soul. It explains the marks on their back from their past life. Quick, on the altar!" The cloth was smooth against your skin as they placed you. 

Movement flurried around you as different scents were sprayed, various objects were placed on the ground and on the altar around you, and foreign words were spoken around you. Fatigue racked your body. There was not a single inch of your body that you could to move. 

Soichiro stood over your body. Your eyes, dead and clouded, stared up at him. In his hand was a singular, transparent, glass object. Quickly, he lifted his hand, ready to plunge it down. 

A loud bang resounded in the chapel, and the glass fell with a splatter of blood. You rolled your head to the side and watched two bodies approach from the entrance. All of the holy people around you were blown limply against the walls around you. It was only when they were right above you that you recognize it was Misa and Rem. 

"Rem, can you carry them? Do you still have your strength?" 

"Do not worry, Misa," she replied. Long arms lifted you while Misa skipped ahead and smiled reassuringly back at you. Music filled the crisp air. Lights hanging from the trees and other ornaments swept by your visual field. You groaned and lulled your head to face Misa. 

"M-Misa, no." You groaned. "He's coming." She giggled and turned around. Skipping backward, her smile widened. Behind her, the crowd gathered in the village square. Their vivid garments stuck out under the lights. 

"Of course I know, silly! Rem is a Shinigami just as the one who gave Kira his power. Just like he had a notebook, I had Rem's, but it was destroyed eons ago. Still, it binds me to live eternally, just like Soichiro. Luckily, Rem's cloaking magic covered me when I've met him, or he would have spoiled it all for us!

"When I saw you, I knew it was you. No matter how you may physically change, your heart and soul are always the same. Now, he's going to return to us. He's going to spearhead the new world." She twirled her hair around her finger. "Isn't that exciting?" 

You had no strength to fight in Rem's hold. Even if you did, you were unsure if you would be able to beat a Shinigami. 

Eyes were drawn to you as your bloodied and weak form was carried by an almost unidentifiable figure. Gasps echoed across the crowd, the music stopping as you presumably reached the square. 

"They watch helplessly," he spoke. "They know you are not theirs to touch. Soon, they will all know my power. They will all know who you belong to. Keep your eyes open, love."  

"Y/N! Y/N! Move! That's our child! Move! Y/N! The desperate calls of your parents broke through the crowd, but Rem presumably pushed them far back just the holy people, scaring the public to still and part for your funeral march. You heard the sick smack of bodies against a surface. Misa hummed to herself in front of you. Your head rolling back, you met Mello's wide and helpless eyes as he stood in the crowd. 

Misa led you away from the crowd and stopped at the flagpole at the village's entrance gates with the group following. Rem retied you to the base of the flagpole; your arms crossed over your chest in a familiar 'X,' legs and waist bound to the pole. Misa's settled herself next to you.

"All!" She called. "Watch as the blood moon rises behind the chapel! He who fell to hell is rising again to take what is rightfully his!" She pointed to the moon as it brilliantly glowed crimson above the chapel. Murmurs rose from the crowd, suspicious and fearful. "Watch as our god returns to the mortal realm!" 

The church bell rang. Its deathly reverberations echoing in your ear. The crowd fell to silence. 

"Have you missed me, love?" He spoke. "Because I have missed you." 

A red beam of light erupted from the chapel, followed quickly by multiple explosions. The statue, the roof, the infrastructure all crumbling by the expanding beam of light that touched the sky, screams erupted from the crowd, and they began to scramble. You pulled with what little strength you had left, but the pole against your back seized you in pain to cease your movements.

A silhouette could be made out of the beam. Large black wings spread from his back, sharp and jagged. Hands rose above his head before he dropped down in front of the chapel submerged in flames. His shadow enraptured you, and though his shadow was mostly unclear from a distance, you could make out his eyes even from here. Slowly, he took his first step forwards. 

Every needle and leaf in the trees around him fell. The grass withered all around him. Ash from the sky and littered the ground. With each step, the radius expanded until more and more life died around him. Your eyes trailed to the unconscious bodies of your parents against a tree. His zone of death stretched farther than them. 

"Eyes on me." 

"You're going to kill them!" You screeched. "Stop this madness at once!" You shook in your bonds. Misa was frozen next to you, eyes wide in anticipation as he approached. 

"Ordering me around? Perhaps you still are conceited. I think killing them will remind you of your place, hm?" Unfortunate humans were reduced to ash in his radius. The wind blew the ashes all around him, gently lifting his brown tufts of hair. "These mortals are nothing compared to you and I. Accept me as your mate. Accept the part of your soul that is my own, and the pain will all go away. You'll be dragged down to hell, and I'll bring you right back up." 

Your parent's ashes were a different color than the rest. 

"You know, it's been an eternity since I've heard you call my name. Do you even remember it?" You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut. The thick scent of smoke, of ash, of death, permeated the air. "Eyes on me." He was almost here. Arms extended to the side, he approached from the other side of the square now. 

"Misa, we need to leave." 

"No! He's here! He's finally here, Rem!" 

"His aura will kill you, Misa." 

"No, I won't! He won't!" Rem, at lightning speed, grabbed Misa and flew in the other direction. "No! Put me down! I'll never forgive you! Stop!" Her voice echoed until it was out of range. Your head lashed back and forth, looking for any sign of life, but there was none: just ash, dying grass, and gnarled, graying trees. 

Dressed in all black, eyes blazing, teeth sharp, wings stretched, he now stood before you with the moon on his back. You pushed yourself against the pole despite the shock of pain. The grass around you died, the bugs vanishing, but you remained fine. You stared at his feet. 

"Oh, love," soft fingers reached down and tilted your head up. "You're as beautiful as I remember." Black wings encircled you, so you could only see him. "Do you remember my name?" You shook your head, and he gripped your chin harder. "Do not lie to me. Say my name, Y/N. Sew the wounds of your forsaken wings and accept your place with me." His voice resounded in you. "You feel it. I know you do. I feel your pain. Your fear. I've felt every emotion your reincarnations have ever felt. Say my name." He leaned in close.

"Kira." He clicked his tongue. 

"Stop resisting," he hissed. "Say my name, Y/N." His breath glided against your cheek. His hand moved to cup your jaw, and the other trailed down your waist.

"Light." It came off your lips quickly, easily, and he smiled, eyes widening with pleasure. Immediately, relief filled your physical body, your back's pain dissolving. Your head tilted back in bliss. 

"Y/N," he whispered against your neck. "Finally." He inhaled your scent deeply, hand tilting your head to give him more access. He placed a small kiss against your skin. His kisses trailed upwards, along your jaw, frantic against your cheeks, nose, until he captured your lips and stole your breath. 

"Oh, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. "I love you."  

[mischiefandi]

A Shitty Love Song (Part 3) - Stiles Stilinski

No Shame

A/N: hi everyone, here is part 3, im sorry i couldn’t post it yesterday. part 4 will be out next saturday! ty for reading, hope you enjoy it

Summary: Y/N is a 17 year old girl who struggles in an epic battle against herself. Whether it is amor’s icy grasp or life’s unexpected course that forces her to finally open up, only one thing is certain. The truth cannot be long hidden.

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, swearing, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks (if this triggers you in any way, please be careful)

Word Count: 5k

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Y/N)

Series Masterlist

(picture is not mine -> credits to @ sanjeevgrover on unsplash)

“I need you. I need you.”

Stiles’ cries had not escaped Y/N’s mind in the past two and a half weeks. On a loop, they played back, the words looming behind every action, every conversation, every thought. Never before had she heard pleas quite like the ones stuck in her head. It had been a real shock seeing her friend in such a state of panic and terror. Being Stiles’ friend, you couldn’t help but notice his anxious quirks and habits, but he had never lost control like that. At least, never in front of other people.

So as the weeks rolled into winter exams, Y/N found herself struggling to stay focused on her studies, her mind often wandering off in unwanted directions. She thought of Stiles, and of his distress, and she thought of those troubling words that still lingered in her mind. But most of all, she thought about how she still had no idea what happened. She had asked, multiple times, but Stiles had shut her down, providing fleeting excuses that she just wasn’t gullible enough to believe.

“Maybe he’s embarrassed.” She had thought to herself. And perhaps this was true. But if that was the case, did it mean he didn’t trust her? Was he uncomfortable around her? Did he regret showing that side of him and if so, what did that say about their friendship?  As always, Y/N’s mind overflowed with questions and hypotheses, and there was nothing she could do about it.

As the moonlight shone through her bedroom window, Y/N stood from her chair, her fingers furiously drumming against her chin as she focused, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, uh…New York…” she recited, another overwhelming wave of stress hitting her for the third time that evening.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back in frustration.

She was nervous. Tomorrow was the last day of exams, and she couldn’t mess it up. She generally had good grades in History, but the past few weeks had been exhausting and she truly was reaching her breaking point, making it more and more difficult to study even the simplest dates and events.

Y/N walked over to her art corner, her gleaming eyes glazing over the patterns of black and grey carefully applied to the canvas of her latest painting. She sighed, burying her face in her hands.

This abstract piece had been started at the beginning of winter exams, but she still hadn’t finished it. It wasn’t really that she didn’t have the time, it was something else. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but something was stopping her from completing the painting.

Whenever she stood in front of the canvas, unsure hands hovering above her color palette, her fingers retracted. It was a frustrating predicament, constantly coming back to the same issue and not knowing how to get out of it.

Y/N was so tired with it all. She was tired of the studying and the overwhelming waves of anxiety, and she was tired of not hearing from Stiles. She was tired of not finding a way out of her artistic rut and she was goddamn tired of feeling trapped.

Without warning, her eyes filled with water and for a split second, time stood still, before the tears overflowed, chaos crashing into her. Her breathing accelerated and she bit down on the inside of her mouth, pain erupting through her cheek.

“No, no, come on. Stop it,” she whimpered, the tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

She had reached her breaking point. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto the floor, her back pressed against the foot of her bed. Her toes curled as she gripped the carpet beneath her, the soft fabric a small comfort. Y/N shut her eyes and winced, chaos burning inside of her stomach, and she forced herself to raise her finger up to her nostril, pressing the tip against her humid skin.

“1…2…3…” she gasped as she shakily breathed in the cool night air seeping through her bedroom window.

“1…2…3…” She exhaled loudly but slowly, forcing every last drop of air out of her lungs then back in as she started anew.

Slowly but surely, she felt her muscles start to relax, her weary toes uncurling. The chaos had thankfully subsided.

“This one barely even lasted a few minutes.” Y/N thought to herself, resting her head against her bed. She soothingly wrapped her arms around herself and continued to breathe, the exaggerated inhalations helping tremendously.

A few minutes of silence had passed when suddenly, the familiar buzzing of her phone made Y/N’s quiet bubble pop. Grimly, she made her way over to her phone sitting on the wooden surface of her desk and her red-rimmed eyes glazed over Allison’s name flashing through the bright screen. She answered instantaneously.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Y/N! How horrible is studying going?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, letting out a sharp laugh.

“Decently horrible. How’s it going for you?”

“Well…it could be going better,” Allison chuckled, her warm voice lighting up the room.

“We’re just so tired! Who the hell came up with the idea of making us sit through two whole weeks of exams?” huffed Y/N.

“It’s not that bad. I don’t know about you but my dad’s been acting like my butler.”

“Wow, well, if your new butler wants to start working for me as well, I don’t mind,” Y/N teased, Allison’s laugh echoing through her phone.

“So hey, I was talking with Isaac earlier today and we were thinking, why not hang out by the Hale House tomorrow after exams are done. We could have a bonfire and just celebrate the end of the trimester?”

“Oh my god, that sounds so fun,” Y/N gasped, her heart doing a backflip inside of her chest. She needed to see her friends.

“Yeah! I’ve missed our hangouts,” said Allison.

“I know, I have too. Hanging out and just chilling with everyone by a fire sounds perfect.”

“God knows we deserve a break.”

“What time were you and Isaac thinking?”

“I’m not sure, maybe around 7?”

“Yeah, no problem. What do you need me to bring?” asked Y/N, one hand resting on her hip.

“Um, maybe just a couple of blankets, I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Lydia’s bringing some drinks and the boys are handling food.”

“Okay, great. I can’t wait.”

“Me neither. Good luck with History tomorrow!” Allison exclaimed.

“You too. Goodnight, Ali,” replied Y/N before terminating the phone call.

She slumped into her desk chair and sighed slowly before straightening her back and passing a shaky hand through her hair. She was going to study and nail this exam. And then, she was going to have a blast at the bonfire.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

The excruciatingly demanding day had come to an end and Y/N felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her weary shoulders as she inhaled the cool evening air. The sun had gone down, all that was left was her shadow, following closely behind as she rode to the woods. Her History exam had gone really well considering how difficult it had been to study its content. Exams were over and done with, and the highly anticipated winter holidays were finally here, much to Y/N’s relief. Everyone needed this well-deserved break.

Y/N turned a sharp right onto the gravel trail leading up to the core of the forest, her heart beating with excitement. The chilly air whipped her face as she rode faster, her bike disappearing in a blur of dark trees and thick bushes as she inched closer and closer to the Hale House. Briefly tilting her head up, Y/N’s eyes caught a glimpse of a shooting star zooming through the night sky and disappearing into its dark backdrop in a flash.

After what seemed like an eternal bike ride later, she could finally hear the sounds of laughter and happy chatter echoing around her, and she grinned, entering the large clearing and jumping off of her seat. Her bike crashed onto the ground as she leapt in Lydia’s arms, breathing in the smell of fresh strawberries in their warm embrace.

“Finally! I was starting to think you’d never get here,” exclaimed the redhead. “You don’t pack lightly,” she added, gesturing at the large duffel bag hanging from Y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Ali asked me to bring blankets,” Y/N replied, chuckling.

“Hmm, well our Mom thinks of everything,” joked Lydia.

“What did you just call me?” inquired a soft voice, and Y/N turned, her eyes falling onto Allison’s smirk.

“Oh come on, you know it’s true. You’re basically our mom.”

Allison giggled and put her arms around her friends’ shoulders, leading the pair towards the bonfire a few feet away.

“Well, I gladly accept the title,” she said, her voice light as the sun.

As Y/N got close to the fire, warmth fanned over the few inches of her skin not covered by her clothes.

“Y/N, you’re here!” said Scott, smiling widely, his eyes gleaming through the thick flames of the bonfire.

“Let’s get this party started,” Isaac whooped, his hand reaching for a can of cheap beer, knocking it back in mere seconds.

Y/N grinned at the group. Kira was seated between Scott’s legs, a bottle of coke in her grasp. Isaac pulled Allison down next to him, planting a sweet kiss on her cheek. Y/N’s kind eyes finally settled on Stiles. He was sitting next to Scott, his back pressed against a log, legs spread freely in front of the fire. Their eyes met and he smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection. She calmly sat herself down between Lydia and him, and conversation soon lit up the clearing, the group’s voices bright and excited.

“Can you believe it’s already winter break?”

“Seriously, I feel like we should still be in October,” replied Y/N as she handed Lydia some blankets to pass around.

“How did your exams go?” asked Scott, his eyes flicking from one person to another.

“Decently,” shrugged Isaac, Stiles scoffing at his words.

“You called me up at 2 in the morning asking me if it was true our next exam was Geography and not Econ,” he mocked and Allison laughed out loud, her head thrown back.

“I see I’m not the only one he wakes up in the middle of the night,” she teased, resting her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder, their fingers intertwining.

“Okay, there were some organizational issues, but we fixed them and agreed not to mention them. Ever again,” he replied, shooting a deadly glare at Stiles.

“How do you feel about your exams, Scott?” asked Y/N, swiftly moving the focus away from the guilty blabbermouth seated next to her.

Scott nodded, his bottom lip tucked back in his mouth.

“Honestly, I think I did pretty well. Biology went much better than I thought it would so that’s great. Thank you again, Lyds, you saved me,” he added, sending a grateful look at the redhead who smiled in response.

“You did the work, Scott. It was all you,” she replied.

“I’m actually pretty sure I flunked Biology but the rest was fine,” Allison said. “How did History go, Y/N?”

Y/N grinned widely before bowing before the bonfire, Lydia scoffing at the gesture.

“Yours truly is officially the queen of History.”

“Hey, congrats! Who’s your History teacher?” Kira asked.

“Uh, Mr Hebowitz. You’re lucky you don’t have him, he friggin sucks.”

“Well, I’d take him over my dad any day. Seriously, if I have to hear one more embarrassing childhood story brought up in class, I’m gonna burst.”

“Yeah, that sounds bad,” Y/N winced.

“I gotta say it’s pretty entertaining though. I didn’t know you were so big on martial arts,” said Stiles.

“Yeah, I read this book about a femme fatale superhero with a katana and I just thought that was so cool. So I begged my parents to let me take martial arts lessons and I loved it!”

“Woah, that’s so awesome. So you’re basically a super ninja?” Isaac inquired, his expression serious and unphased.

Lydia laughed, her head shaking repeatedly.

“More like a samouraï but close enough,” she said.

“Yeah, sorry. And before you ask, no- I don’t know the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,” teased Kira.

“Isaac isn’t really familiar with anything so cultural, isn’t that right, Isaac?” Stiles piled on, grinning sarcastically.

“Isn’t that right, Isaac,” the sandy-haired boy childishly mimicked, “Shut up, Bilinski.”

“I will have you know, I am proud of that name. It got me on the lacrosse field.”

“And which of your numerous exploits can you recall from said lacrosse field?” said Y/N, intently watching his face with an amused expression etched on hers.

Stiles met her gaze for a split second, lips pursed, then shot back to Isaac.

“The point is lacrosse is great,” he cried out.

Laughter erupted in the clearing as the fire crackled, smoke rising up into the frigid night air. The group passed along bottles and cans of beer, discussing the previous weeks with excitement. It had finally sunk in that the holidays were here.

“Okay, as much as I love reliving our painful school experiences, I propose we play a drinking game instead,” suggested Isaac, mischief painted across his face, his eyes glinting brightly.

“I’m down, it’s been a while!”

“Let’s do this,” Y/N cheered, clapping her hands together in excitement.

“Never Have I Ever?”

“Yeah, why not?” said Stiles with a nod.

“Okay, never have I ever had a girlfriend?” asked Y/N.

“Evil genius,” growled Isaac, as the boys all put a finger down. Y/N gulped at the sight of Stiles’ thumb going down, ignoring the discomfort she felt as quickly as it had come.

“Never have I ever…blacked out at a party?” Isaac inquired, shooting a glance at Y/N.

“Ali!” she scolded.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d mind! I mean, everyone saw you…” the brunette replied, guilt spread across her face.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get my revenge.”

“For what it’s worth, it happens to the best of us,” Scott joked, sending Y/N a friendly smile.

“Come on, next question!”

“Okay, okay. I got this one,” said Stiles, his amber eyes contemplating the individuals seated around him through the bright flames of the bonfire. “Never have I ever…gone skinny dipping.”

Kira suddenly choked on her coke, harsh coughs escaping her throat as the group laughed, colour flooding in Scott’s cheeks. He looked down at the ground in embarrassment, his lips curled into a nervous smile.

“Wow, I did not see that coming!” exclaimed Y/N, giggling at the couple.

“Okay…next question,” Scott replied, anxious to move onto someone else’s embarrassing stories.

“No no, this is a fun topic. Any other fun places you guys have hooked up in that you want to tell us about?” insisted Isaac, grinning widely, evidently proud of his drinking game skills.

“It’s no Hale House hookup,” declared Lydia as she took a sip of her beer, her eyes widening in shock when Allison sent her an aggravated look, shaking her head repeatedly.

“What now?”

“You did it in the Hale House?” Y/N shrieked.  

“Isaac, I had no idea you were such a freak in the sheets,” Stiles mocked, his mischievous grin sending the group into a fit of laughter.

“I can’t believe you just said that, Lyds.”

“Well to be fair, you did expose Y/N.”

“Yeah see, Ali, karmically, it evens out.”

“Fine, I forgive you.”

“I still can’t believe you two hooked up in those ruins. Weren’t you afraid of- I don’t know…dying?” asked Stiles.

“We all do crazy things when we’re in the moment.”

“Okay, but come on, creepy house sex?”

“Guys, leave them alone,” Kira said, giggling at the sight of Allison’s reddening cheeks.

“I don’t know, I’m finding this pretty entertaining,” Y/N happily replied, beaming as she watched her friend squirm.

“Oh yeah? Well what about you Y/N? Anything you want to tell us?” asked Isaac, grinning slyly from ear to ear.

Y/N’s heart stopped mid-beat, a knot tying in her stomach as everyone’s eyes turned to her. Suddenly the air around her seemed cooler than before, and she couldn’t help but feel trapped under her friends’ curious gazes, waiting for her to answer the not-so innocent question.

“I, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said timidly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“So, you didn’t hook up with someone at Danny’s party?”

“What?” exclaimed Scott, almost spitting out his drink. “At the rave?”

“Ali, what the hell?” Y/N hissed, her brows furrowed in confusion and disappointment.

“I didn’t say anything! Honestly. How did you know that?” the brunette demanded, turning her head in Isaac’s direction.

“I saw the hickeys at school on Monday, so I assumed. Was I wrong?” the boy replied, sending Y/N a look.

“It wasn’t a hook up! And anyway, it didn’t mean anything. It was just some random guy and I was drunk. End of story,” Y/N gruffly declared before downing the rest of her beer with a noisy gulp.

She sent Stiles a glance, hoping to see some kind of reaction. Whether he seemed shocked or embarrassed, it didn’t actually matter. All she wanted was something, anything to finally piece together that eventful but blurry Halloween and leave it be. Only, her heart sank when her eyes rested on an impassive face, Stiles’ expression utterly unreadable, blank as a white sheet of paper. Either it truly had not been him, or he didn’t care, and for some unknown reason, both possibilities were painful to think about.

“Still, it’s pretty adventurous, especially coming from you!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked, eyes wide with shock.

“Well, it was your first kiss wasn’t it?” Lydia inquired gently.

Y/N eyes glazed over the curious faces watching her closely, and she felt her throat close, the air suddenly thick and difficult to breathe in. She looked down at the frozen ground beneath her as she clutched the blanket wrapped around her body, and she spoke again, her voice timid and unstable.

“I guess so. But, like I said, it’s really not that big a deal.”

A few seconds of silence passed before Allison finally broke the uncomfortable void, clapping her hands together, snapping everyone out of their daze.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!”

Y/N sent her a grateful glance and smiled widely, the emptiness in her stomach swiftly grabbing her attention.

“Yes! Let’s eat.”

The group laughed and talked, their voices echoing throughout the clearing in the night, their shadows dancing playfully in the deep hues of orange and red emitted from the flames before them. Chocolate marks leftover from smores were licked off of fingers and light beer and coke was swallowed effortlessly. Soon the evening quieted down and groups formed, peaceful conversations spoken in soft voices overlapping and mixing with the warm crackles of the fire, alive and breathing.

Y/N laughed with Lydia as she sipped on her drink, her eyes occasionally crossing Stiles’ gaze. He seemed tired but still he grinned at Scott, their chuckles as warm as the bonfire. Slowly, she shifted closer to him, her fingers turning blue from the cold hidden away in the front pocket of her big hoodie. The boy smiled softly at her before letting his eyes revert back to the ground, his hands fidgeting with a twig. She watched his movements in silence as she thought about what to say.

Scott had his back turned to Stiles now, whispering sweet nothings in Kira’s ears, making her giggle sweetly whilst Isaac, Allison, and Lydia talked about past parties and marvelous memories. For a moment, it seemed like the only people there were Stiles and herself, comfortably sitting next to each other without speaking, yet at peace.

Finally, she spoke.

“We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” she began, her eyes gazing deep into the flames before her. “But I want you to know I would never judge you for something like that. I don’t- I don’t know what you think went through my head back there but, it was nothing…bad.”

Her words were met with silence and she bit her lip, wondering if he was ever going to answer.

He wasn’t.

She nodded to herself and took a deep breath, the combined scent of earthy woods and fire filling her nostrils.

“I don’t judge you because I have them too,” she murmured, her voice cracking slightly.

She saw him turn to her out of the corner of her eye, but refused to meet his gaze, keeping her own cautiously fixated on the bonfire.

“My family moves around a lot, so…meeting new people, having to start fresh in new schools all the time, it was just really hard. I’d get very anxious and I started having panic attacks. They’d happen in class, at home, in bed, anywhere really. I tried to hide them from my parents but eventually my teacher called my dad one day and told him I’d been skipping class- which I wasn’t. It was just that every time I’d get to school, my heart would start beating so fast and I’d have trouble breathing so I’d hide out in the girl’s bathroom and wait ‘till it calmed down.”

Y/N kept talking, feeling the weight she had carried for so long slowly lift itself from her weary shoulders, relief spreading across her body.

“So…my parents confronted me and I told them about it all, the panic attacks and how anxious I felt, and the missed classes. All of it. It was a good thing cause they knew, so I didn’t have to hide it anymore, but- they didn’t know how to help and eventually the panic attacks got worse. We moved to another town for my mom’s job and that’s when it got really bad. I wasn’t able to sleep or eat, I felt numb and tired and I didn’t even know why.

“I was just constantly struggling and it felt like I was never gonna feel normal ever again. And then…we moved to Beacon Hills and I met you guys, and I don’t know why it was so different but I don’t feel as anxious when I’m with you. I feel good. And I haven’t felt that way in a long time,” she finally said, her heart beating at a hundred miles an hour.

For the first time in her life, she had willingly told a friend about that darker side of her, the one she was so ashamed of, the one she had always taught herself to hide away from anyone else. It was terrifying beyond belief, but it was so alleviating.

Again, Y/N waited patiently for a response, for anything but the cold silence she had gotten used to expecting from him. And finally, after what seemed like a terrifying eternity, it came.

“My mom died from something called frontotemporal dementia when I was 9. It’s a brain disease that has no cure,” Stiles muttered, his hands still fidgeting with the twig, his long fingers shaking slightly, though Y/N couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or something else.

“I had no idea.”

“Yeah, I don’t really talk about it, not even with Scott. Everyone knows about it, I just- yeah.”

Y/N finally met his gaze, sending him a gentle smile of encouragement and his amber eyes bore into hers, as if searching for something in her beautiful irises.

“As a kid, I’d get really bad nightmares because of it. Night terrors, stuff like that. And then I started getting panic attacks too. When I wasn’t sleeping, I was a mess and when I finally did sleep, it was more of the same,” he continued, his voice wavering with emotion as he tried to keep his cool.

“That’s intense.”

“Yeah,” he laughed dryly, “intense is one way to describe it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur.

“Probably for the same reason as you,” he replied with a lopsided smile.

“Touché.” Y/N chuckled softly and Stiles did too.

He then paused, looking down at his dirty sneakers covered In dirt and dark ash.

“It’s not something I’m proud of- and on some level, I wish you hadn’t seen me like that.”

Y/N frowned, her brows furrowing deeply as she pursed her lips, perplexed.

“Why though?”

Stiles looked up at her, his expression serious and unphased, his gaze so intense the world around her faded with his answer.

“I didn’t want you to think that I’m weak,” he said in earnest, his voice steady with candor.

Y/N’s heart tore a little, his words revealing yet another part of him she hadn’t seen before. He was insecure. And she had had no idea.

You think you know someone, but you won’t truly know that person until they bring down their walls and reveal themselves fully to you. This is precisely why amor works so steadily, slowly creeping up your body and wrapping itself around you, inch by inch. It grows with every facet you uncover, it matures with every conversation, every laugh, every secret. Amor isn’t sudden and superficial. It is the most tantalizing and intrusive thing that will ever enter your life, and it will hijack your entire system, turning you into a slave unaware of his or her condition.

Right then, amor grew a little more.

“Stiles, I could never think that. Hey,” she said, placing her hand on his knee, the boy’s world magically shattering at the sudden and unpredictable gesture.

“You are strong and you’re resilient and I will never judge you- because I care about you,” Y/N declared steadily, her eyes piercing through his. He watched her closely, as though he was trying to catch her in a lie, but she wasn’t lying. She meant every word and this fact sent him into a whirlwind of emotions that he couldn’t even begin to describe, not even if he tried.

“I care about you,” he replied earnestly, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Obviously,” Y/N teased, removing her hand from her friend’s knee and curling it into a ball before shoving it back under her blanket, the cold air meeting her skin in a harsh embrace.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let that get to your head.”

“Pshh.”

Finally, late in the night, the pack members got up and packed their things, shoving the blankets and rubbish back in their bags before throwing water onto the firepit they had created for themselves. The group slowly walked out of the clearing, following the path back towards the road, chatter still illuminating the late night air. Scott and Isaac playfully howled together in unison, walking ahead of the group, as Kira, Lydia, and Allison followed, discussing the evening and the beautiful memories they had created together.

Behind them strolled Stiles, with his hands in his pocket, and Y/N, slowly walking alongside her bicycle, the pair chatting peacefully as the night came to an end.

“Hey, before we go home, I just want to say this,” Stiles said, stopping in his tracks, turning around to face Y/N. She looked at him curiously, wondering what was so urgent for him to tell her.

“I’m all ears,” she replied, grinning at him.

“I didn’t say it before, and I should’ve. Thank you for helping me that day. I’m sorry I didn’t thank you sooner, and I’m sorry I didn’t reach out.”

“Sti, you don’t have to apo-“

“-But I do. You didn’t deserve it,” he said decisively, cutting her off.

Y/N’s eyes bore into his, the grin etched on her lips turning into a tender smile.

“I appreciate you saying that. But Stiles, I meant what I said. I will always be looking out for you. So, if it happens again, or if you ever need to talk, please, remember that I’m here,” she insisted.

Stiles’ expression softened at her words.

“I know you have those moments too, and I want you to know- I…”

“Yeah?”

“I-“

“-Guys! You coming or what?” Their friends’ loud voices knocked both Y/N and Stiles out of the moment, the pair snapping their heads towards the pack already many feet away.

“We should probably catch up with them,” Y/N said, slightly disappointed Stiles hadn’t been able to finish his sentence, her mind racing with intrusive thoughts she desperately tried to ignore as he nodded at her, his lips pursing.

At the end of the path, when they had finally found the road, the friends exchanged tight hugs and last goodbyes, their smiles wide and their hearts swollen with affection. The evening had been wonderful, and the memories they had created would never leave their minds, too exciting and remarkable to ever be put to rest.

Stiles walked over to Y/N and wrapped his long arms around her, his nose breathing in her peach-scented shampoo as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Y/N felt his heart thunder against her chest and for a split second, time stopped again. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body and the smell of leather mixed with firewood, inhaling deeply against him. Eventually, they left each other’s embrace with a soft smile and the group parted ways, each member heading home in the cool winter air.

As Y/N was about to start riding, she felt her pocket vibrate against her stomach, her hand reaching for her phone instantaneously. Her eyes focused on the bright blue light of her phone screen and she felt her heart leap in her chest at the sight of the captivating words she had just received.

Stiles: what I was gonna say was

Stiles: I will always be there for you

Stiles: get home safe

She smiled widely, colour flooding her cheeks as she reread the texts, her mind unable to focus on anything other than Stiles. Amor had won again.

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STUDY : Odo.

— basics.

▸ is your muse tall / short / average ?   6′0″   (and described as tall)

▸ are they okay with their height ?   it’s one of the few things he has complete control over, so. yes.

▸ what’s their hair like ?   slicked back, sandy. the texture is only approximate to real hair. it’s in mimicry of the scientist who ‘raised’ him. it’s never out of place in the slightest, but if it is, something’s seriously wrong.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair / grooming ?   it takes about half a second to achieve his usual look -- but it wasn’t always that way. recreating hair is not easy but it’s straightforward, and so he’s spent a lot of time practicing it. he won’t often deviate, but if he does experiment, it’s usually because of someone else’s passing comment.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance / what others think ?   terribly. he’s both extremely self-conscious AND has an image to keep up, one he’s fabricated to appear more authoritative. at the same time, he’s not uncomfortable in his body -- just finely aware that he’s wearing an imperfect mask and that what lay beneath breeds hatred and fear. he’s extremely protective over who gets to see evidence of his natural state.

— preferences.

▸ indoors or outdoors ?  outdoors. but he’s spent most of his life inside. :/

▸ rain or sunshine ?  both, very strongly.

▸ forest or beach ?  he would loooooove to see both, some day.

▸ precious metals or gems ?  only in terms of an interest in their physical properties.

▸ flowers or perfumes ?  no sense of smell. :( but he does love to look at a flower!

▸ personality or appearance ?  hahah. personality. imagine the irony.

▸ being alone or being in a crowd ?   alone... just not isolated.

▸ order or anarchy ?  ORDER, babey. he sucks.

▸ painful truths or white lies ?  painful truths, GOD the painful truths. he’d far rather know, any day -- and he dishes them out, too.

▸ science or magic ?  science. he’s very much a detective.

▸ peace or conflict ?  peace. but he’s never really seen it.

▸ night or day ?  either.

▸ dusk or dawn ?  same.

▸ warmth or cold ?  warmth, although it’s more difficult to shapeshift.

▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends ?  a few close friends. he says for ages he doesn’t need anyone, but he’s a big sad liar.

▸ reading or playing a game ?  reading uwu

— questionnaire.

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits ?   oh boy. self-isolation, self-destruction... not asking for help when he needs it. taking matters into his own hands. and he’s P-E-T-T-Y, overly sensitive, fiercely independent, touchy. he’s short-tempered and grouchy and gnarly to be around a lot of the time -- and rarely happy. he’s cynical and sarcastic every chance he can get away with it, stubborn, haughty, condescending, and self-conscious to the point of pushing everyone away... yeah he’s got issues lmao and he perpetuates this deflective image out of a deep fear of rejection. but he’s also a little tsundere with a very soft heart. :P

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ?   for the longest time, he hasn’t allowed himself to become close to anyone. he has, however, seen a lot of death and a lot of injustice, and it has informed his view of the universe. he also reacted so strongly to the threat of kira’s execution that it shook him out of a kind of hypnosis :’0

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has ?   there aren’t many lol. he had absolutely no childhood and grew up in the midst of decades-long social and political turmoil. but after the end of the occupation, he, like the rest of bajor, began to heal, and im sure the fondest memories of his life are with the family he finds aboard the same station that saw so much misery.

perhaps the only other early memories he has resembling something fond are of seeing wildlife while under mora’s care. :”)

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill ?   he won’t, as a rule. he does kill someone, but he won’t unless it’s accidental or the situation is extreme (wartime). even then, he won’t touch a weapon (he already is one). :)))

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down ?   he,,,, literally melts...... dsfjglkfd he becomes a mess!! in spite of what he projects, he’s very emotional and very easily emotionally influenced, almost a little bit of a teenager. he can’t physically cry, but when super angry he WILL lash out and become surprisingly destructive. he’ll also shut down and/or lock himself away... he’s so miserable lmao and he actually doesn’t handle it all that well

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life ?   oh hell ye. for someone so chronically paranoid and kinda lone wolf, he works so well in a team afsgdjkdf

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love ?   this goo... is the softest lover,,, ‘lover’ is kind of a lofty word i dont like to use but that’s what he is, a huge hopeless closet romantic. :/ he daydreams and get distracted ... he’s so dumb... he reads self-help books and shitty romance novels adgfhjs and he’ll pay EVERY cost to make sure his crush never knows, but it’ll still show in a thousand little ways,,, its so stpuid... it’s gentle... a little bit shy but earnest and certain..... it is intense, unwavering loyalty and devotion and attention, but it’s honest, too, grounded in the reality of the world and the fact that people are deeply flawed and corruptible.

he’s also so ??? perplexed by it all that one time he thinks a small disagreement means its over, and so he quietly and respectfully accepts it but doesnt think to ASK. oh you sweet summer slime ://///

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[shaydeoffical]

Bright as a Diamond. Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem Reader: Chapter Four

Summary: When (Y/N)’s co-worker decided to send a picture of her making a diamond to the paper, her life was over. Gemstone based quirks weren’t all that rare, but being able to make a diamond put a target on her back. After years of hiding in the city, it’s time to hide in the countryside with her Uncle Shota Aizawa and his more than ‘roommate’ Hizashi Yamada. With the promise of training her to be self-sufficient, she’s ready to learn.

Chapter Three: 

https://ambershaydeoffical.tumblr.com/post/611141904327983104/bright-as-a-diamond-hitoshi-shinsou-x-fem-reader

Chapter Five: https://ambershaydeoffical.tumblr.com/post/612522066443436032/bright-as-a-diamond-hitoshi-shinsou-x-fem-reader

Monday

   My alarm was a few minutes from going off, so I sat in silence, waiting for it to cry out that I had to move. The new mattress was firm enough; I didn't sink but soft enough that it supported my curves. Still, I couldn't fight off the nightmares.

   With the first siren, I had shut down the machine. Grasping my compact, I dabbed concealer under my eyes and applied the thinnest layer of blush I could get by with. Pushing my hair up into a tight bun, I was happy with my minimal look.

   Grabbing my phone, I nearly dropped it to the floor—two thousand unread emails on my school account. My lips formed into an o, and I remembered that I had been the main topic of the Wednesday paper, of course, someone would leak my email.  

   As I scanned the emails, most were for charity auctions. Wanting me to demonstrate how my quirk works, then offer the highest bidder one of my perfect diamonds. Others were from geologists wishing to study how I create crystals from nothing but my body. A few were from people spilling their life story and asking for my help. The list went on and on and on.

   "Shota?" I called my uncle, stumbling, from my room. He was in his sleeping bag on the kitchen floor.

   "Hmm?" he glanced up.

   "Someone leaked my university email." I whimpered, pursing my lips together. "How am I supposed to see what my professors post. People know my school now. Like- I-"

   "Calm down." Shota sat up and took my phone. "Go finish getting ready, and I'll fix it."

   "Yes, sir." I went back to my room, pulled on my tighter pencil skirt, then I remembered. Then I put on a purple blouse and a cute blazer. Of course, the jewelry I wore mattered, so I put the necklace my dad made me under my shirt and placed a simple chain to be visible. Then I positioned some magnetic gold studs and put a gold anklet on over my pantyhose. Before leaving my room, I created ruby, emerald, and a diamond to top it off. With the gems in my hand, I crushed them into fine sand then added them to my jar.

   After that, I brushed my teeth, put on honey inspired perfume, and emptied my bladder. Nothing was going to hold me back from making a sale today. Of course, I preferred being in the background, but I could still rock the front line and make some sales.

   When I was back in the living room, Shota handed me my phone, and as he said, all the spam was gone. "Wow, thank you so much," I beamed, scrolling through my inbox, checking to see if my teachers had any important messages.

   "Breakfast," Hizashi yelled. When I entered the kitchen, there sat none other then Shinso. He was at one end of the table, and Shota took the other. With my nose upturned, I sat across from Hizashi and served myself.

   "Good morning," Shinso greeted me, offering me the dish filled with rice.

   "Hmph," I took the dish and plopped out a portion. "Thank you."  

   "So you were raised with manors," Shinso smirked, then raised a brow.

   "It's too early," I warned, popping my fingers and a rouge opal hitting the table. "Shit."

   "Does that happen often?" Hizashi picked up the dime-sized oval and held it to the light. "It's huge."

   "You're embarrassing me," I reached for the stone, but he kept it arms length. "Let me handle it."

   "This is beautiful, we need to have it made into something. Wow, Shota did you know-"

   "Please give it back." Tears were close to spilling over, but I held it back.  The heads of the table were silently watching. God, they were looking at me. I didn't want Shinso to know. I did-

   "This would look great on my guitar." Hizashi was still in his own mind. I couldn't breathe. Why?

   Trembling, I stood from the table and grabbed my phone. I couldn't glance at any of them, having looked like enough of a brat. "Ya know what, keep it. It will look super cool, just never tell anyone where it came from." I winced but kept walking to the door. I needed to change the wrap on my feet. "I'm going to be late."

   "I was going to drive you," Shota interjected, sitting up.

   "No, thank you. I'm leaving with enough time to make it. Thanks for breakfast." I hadn't eaten more than a few bites, but it didn't matter.

   Leaving like this meant I couldn't make lunch or pack a pocketbook for my money. I had a ten in my pocket and a hankie for the rest of the day. Picking up my bike, I hurdled off the porch getting a good first push. I hadn't gotten much taller since I was fourteen, so the seat was still in a decent position.

   Halfway to the main road, I was low on the breath but kept going. Tears had been free-flowing since I shut the door, but I refused to wipe them away. My quirk was dangerous, my quirk was valuable, my quirk was a double-edged sword. It's not that I cared that Hizashi loved my opal. I was ready to kill myself for losing control and making it. Putting myself in danger was the issue.  

   If that happened in public, I'd be in a huge mess. Hell, it already had happened and had been made public. Now I was in the same position as my father, but maybe even worse. Nothing was worse than the world, knowing my secret.

   I must have been a site when I hit the main road. Tears flowing thicker than sweat. Dressed to kill, while pleading a children's bicycle. As long as no one tried to talk to me, I'd calm down before I had to make a good first impression.

   The nice thing about the jewelry industry is they didn't want me to make jewels. Well, not my personal store, they were more interested in keeping the demand high and supply scarce.  In fact, the article published about me probably hurt some of our customers.  We specialized in ethically sourced gems and offering natures best. I was not nature, I was something else.

   When I finally got to the store, I had five minutes before I was to clock in. I ran into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. My phone buzzed, and a picture of my bike was sent to my phone.

   The number was unknown, so I ignored it. Preceding out of the bathroom with caution, I was meet with my coworker from my last job.  Kira Nara, the boy who blew my quirk out of the closet. He was older than me by around seven years, divorced, and easy enough to get along with.

   "What are you doing here?" I shuffled from one foot to the other, feeling a slight squish. If I could catch a break for even one moment, that would be nice…

   "I transferred too," he grabbed my hand and bowed. "I felt so bad over the whole picture thing, that I wanted to move in solidarity. We are in this together." I could see the black hair on his head was thinning, probably a mix of age and stress. "The shop back home was such a mess after you left. News reports kept dropping by, and all these companies asking for donations. The boss thought it would be good if I came with you."    

   "In other words, since you spilled the beans, everyone wanted to talk to you as well." Kicking the carpet slightly, I pulled my hand free. "Alright, let's make the best of this."

   "So you forgive me?" He lifted from his potion, hanging to every word I could utter.

   "Yes, you didn't know. Just don't do it again." I was too soft for my own good. Still, I couldn't cause a riot within the workplace. "So have you meet the boss yet?"

   "I am the manager," he gushed, gesturing to his name badge.

   "Oh. So will I get to meet the head manger?" I asked, stepping behind the counter and finding my case key taped on the side of the safe.

   "At some point, he mainly works the busy hours. Really they didn't need this position, but they felt loyal to our branch. It works in our favor." Kira pressed a hand against the case, and it took everything in me not to slap him upside the head. His large hands left an imprint that I would need to wipe down later, no doubt.

   "Okay, so it's going to be quiet. That's good, more time for homework." I walked over to the stool and started to pull up my e-books. Kira had already put the display out, and I knew that was all I needed to do till a customer strolled in.

   "So did you move somewhere around town?" Kira slid down to where I sat, adding more fingerprints.

   "Something like that," I nodded, scrolling to the next page of my book. "Did you relocate?"

   "I did. You should come by and see the place. It overlooks the ocean and has an indoor pool. You love to swim, don't you?" He pulled up a chair and sat across from me.  It never mattered when acted like this in the back, but now he was blocking the display. Sure there were no customers yet, but it didn't look very professional.

   What are you thinking, (Y/n), you're his only friend in this city? Of course, he's nervous and just trying to settle in. Not everyone is as familiar as yourself with running the front of the shop.

   "Yes, I love swimming. But it's hardly the season for that anymore." Pushing my phone back into my pocket, I smiled. "So do they allow pets. I'm sure you brought your puppy with you. A German Shepard mix, right?"

   "Of course, I brought Miso." He lit up with my full attention. "Did your mother come with you?"

   "Uh, no." I clamed up, trying to refocus the conversation. "I'm so much closer to the university through. It's exciting."

   "Oh yea, I'm sure you're doing well in your classes. You're so intelligent and dedicated, you must be at the top of the class."

   "Don't flatter me, I'm doing well but not that well. I'd be doing better if my mom wasn't so sick." I rolled my tongue over my teeth and started to think about my next training session.

   "It's a quirk related illness, right?" He pried.

   "Something like that. Oh, a customer," an older lady walked in. I cursed for not having the glass spotless. But tended to her needs regardless.

   True to my word, I made a sale on my first day. A fifty dollar glass bead bracelet with customizable charms. She was in love with the birthstone charms and got one for each of her grandchildren.  I was able to explain the properties of the birthstones and offer her a wide array of cuts for the gems.

   My body rushed with emotions, as the lady stepped outside. The simple sale reminding me how much I enjoyed sharing my passion for stones. That was the only customer for the rest of the shift. As I was part-time, and Kira had been promoted to manager, I was able to call it a day.

   Kira had talked my ear off all day, but I did find time to study when he took his lunch break. With so much left to read, I put the audio text reader on and listened to my lesson on the way home. Of course, their big hill that was a bitch to walk up this morning, but fun to glide down now. Using that momentum, to make it the side road to lead home.

   My tummy rumbled, and I was more than ready to eat a horse. I used my ten to buy a few snacks at the convince store that was now secured on the handlebars. I smiled, seeing the small ranch house, and pedaled down the driveway.  

   When I got my shoes off, I realized that I had opened my wounds, and now my blood was dried to my socks. Cursing under my breath, I decided to rip them off quickly. With the first one-off, I curled into my side and breathed through the pain.

   Hips bleeding. Bruises up and down. Sleeping on my back for relief. Neck cramps.

   Gritting my teeth, I pulled off the other and put on my house shoes. Scampering to the tub, I washed off all the sweat from my bike ride and the blood from my feet. Mixing in epsom salt to the water, I leaned back and enjoyed a moment alone. The water was hot as I could stand it, and I twirled in the water and imagined it like a hug.

   A knock on the door broke my train of thought. "(Y/n), can we talk?" It was Hizashi.

   "Can you hear me?" I asked, pulling the curtain back so my voice would travel further.

   "Yes. I wanted to apologize for this morning. Shota told me why it upset you. I'd never seen your quirk in action, and I was blindsided at how cool it was." I could imagine his frown from my position.

   "I'd make you a hundred opals, but I can't risk it. Even with my cover blown, I can't have people tracing them back to me." I popped a bubble as it drifted by. "No matter how awesome or cool, I have to pretend it doesn't exist. I forgive you, and I'm sorry I have made it such a big deal. I lost control of my quirk for a moment and made things awkward between us."

   "We're all good now?"

   "Yes, we're good. We get along too well not be on excellent terms," relief washed over me as I sunk back into the water.

   "Rock on." He cheered, taping the wall before heading' off.

   Once my bath was done, I changed into my pj's early and made a quick sandwich before I went for a nap. After eating, I curled into bed and stared at my phone. The center's number was preloaded, but I couldn't find it in my heart to press call. Instead, I covered my face and closed my eyes, it would be better tomorrow.  

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

vulnerable in oh so many ways

a tyrus oneshot songfic inspired by light on by maggie rogers, based off of 3x13

try not to cry challenge: failed (grab ur tissues)

word count: 2325

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Would you believe me now

If I told you I got caught up in a wave?

Almost gave it away

“You haven’t talked to him yet?” Buffy asked in surprise. She sat next to Andi in their usual spot in The Spoon, with Cyrus sulking in his seat across from them.

“No, there’s nothing to talk to him about. He ditched me for some rude girl, plain and simple. Nothing I can do about it,” Cyrus replied, throwing an uneaten baby tater back in the basket.

Andi responded, “Why are you so worked up about this, though? I mean, when the whole gun thing happened, we had to pry you away from him.”

“That wasn’t his fault. I should’ve figured this would happen, I’m always the second choice,” Cyrus mumbled.

“Hey.” Buffy leaned forward and took his hands in hers, much like when he’d came out to her. “You are never just the second choice, okay? You’re just as important as anyone else. And if TJ chose someone like her over someone as amazing as you, then he never deserved to be friends with you in the first place.”

Cyrus gave her a small smile. “Thanks. And I know, it just hurts, you know? Like, he still chose her over me.”

Buffy and Andi exchanged a look, leaving Cyrus to question, “What?”

“That’s the thing, Cy. It’s weird that he just bailed on you,” Andi replied.

Buffy added, “Yeah, he usually follows you around like a puppy. It just doesn’t make sense.”

“I know. That’s why it hurts so much,” Cyrus murmured, leaning back in the booth.

Buffy squinted then, recognizing the face he was making. The last time he looked like that was when they’d watched Jonah and Andi kiss. “Cy?”

He looked up. “Hm?”

“You know you can tell us anything, right?”

Cyrus sighed. “I know.”

Buffy asked slowly, “Do you? Want to tell us anything?”

Cyrus just shook his head, knowing exactly what she was implying.

“Yeah, not gonna lie, I’m lost,” Andi interrupted.

Buffy put her hand on her shoulder. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Would you hear me out

If I told you I was terrified for days?

Thought I was gonna break

“Kippen!”

TJ looked up from his phone to see none other than Buffy Driscoll running up to him.

Buffy almost stopped in her tracks upon seeing how, well, horrible TJ looked. His face was paler than usual, he’d acquired massive eye bags, and his hair was messy, lacking its usual overpowering gel. “Whoa. Um, okay, what the hell happened?”

“None of your business,” TJ mumbled.

Buffy crossed her arms and sat down next to him. “When my best friend is that upset, it automatically becomes my business. Why did you bail on Cyrus?”

TJ sighed, leaning back in the bench he currently occupied. “It’s really complicated.”

Buffy took the seat next to him. “I’ve got time.”

Oh, I couldn't stop it

Tried to slow it all down

Crying in the bathroom

Had to figure it out

“So you’d rather to a costume with Cyrus than with me? Have fun with that.”

Those words echoed in TJ’s brain since they were first spoken. He thought he had it all covered, that he was being subtle enough that no one would pick up enough but still touchy enough where he could still express how he was feeling. Apparently not. TJ hadn’t even thought about people thinking it was a bad thing, only hiding it because he has a crush on his straight best friend, that’s embarrassing. Was it a bad thing? Would other people think it was a bad thing? Guess so, considering Kira does, or at least implied that she does. What if she told other people about it? What if everyone thought it was wrong? What if—

And suddenly TJ broke down on the tiles of his bathroom floor in the middle of the night.

He had no other choice, did he? He had to do the costume with Kira, or else he’d be outcasted even more than he used to be.

Classic TJ.

With everyone around me saying

"You must be so happy now"

Cyrus watched as yet another person went up to congratulate TJ and Kira, sighing into his math homework.

Kira had recently announced over Instagram that the two had started dating.

Buffy was gone from school that day, so it was Andi’s job to do some damage control, meaning constant hugs and reassurance that TJ is and always was a dick.

“Stop watching them, Cy, it’s only going to make you feel worse,” Andi said softly.

Cyrus replied shortly, “He stopped trying to text me.”

Jonah, who sat next to Andi, asked, “Well, isn’t that a good thing then? If he was being such a bad friend to you, shouldn’t you be happy he’s out of your life now?”

I should be, Cyrus thought, but I’m not. “I guess. Something about this just feels so weird.”

Andi grabbed his hand to console him. “That’s totally fair, considering you li—“

“No, I didn’t,” Cyrus interrupted.

“Sure.”

Oh, if you keep reaching out

Then I'll keep coming back

And if you're gone for good

Then I'm okay with that

If you leave the light on

Then I'll leave the light on

It had been three and a half weeks since TJ had last tried to reach out to Cyrus.

Both boys had just assumed that the other hated them and just never spoke to them again after that crushing realization. And to be fair, that realization is completely plausible since neither side knew the whole story.

But Buffy did.

Despite wanting to spill it all at first, she kept her mouth shut in the beginning as she didn’t want to out either of the two boys. But the further they drifted apart, the closer she came to the conclusion that she had to get involved. She wouldn’t say anything about their sexualities, obviously, but she knew that they had a bond stronger than whatever Kira was attempting to ruin.

So she got involved.

Cyrus was not expecting a call from Buffy at 11pm, however they’d had late night conversations before, why would this one be any different than their ramblings about various movies or songs or things that happened during the day?

Buffy’s voice came through the phone strong and clear, “You need to talk to him.”

“What? No, there is no way I’m ever talking to him again,” Cyrus scoffed.

“Yeah, but I did. Knowing what happened and watching you drift apart because of it is literally killing me. You need to talk to him, Cy,” Buffy responded.

Cyrus was silent for a moment, the only tell that was still on the call was his heavy breathing into the phone. Finally, he replied quietly, almost a whisper, “You talked to him?”

“I had to, seeing you upset like that.”

Cyrus’ reply was almost pained, “What did he even say? What could’ve possibly happened?”

Buffy sighed. “That’s not for me to tell.”

The two kids both fell quiet for a moment. Cyrus pinched the bridge of his nose and interrupted the silence with, “I think I’ve just given up on this, I don’t even care what happened. I should, I know, and somewhere in my brain I probably do, but right now, I don’t know... I just feel empty about this whole situation.”

“That’s fine, Cy, it’s completely valid for you to be feeling like that. Just, don’t give up on him yet. You guys are too good of a pair to be ruined by some she-devil,” Buffy said.

“Thanks. We’ll see, I guess. I gotta go, bye,” Cyrus replied.

“Bye,” Buffy answered back, ending the call.

Cyrus set his phone down next to him on his bed and sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. He didn’t have the energy to get up at turn off his lamp in the opposite corner of his room, only enough energy to think about the one boy who had constantly been on his mind since that one fateful Friday.

He looked out his window and spotted TJ’s house several streets away. He remembered when they would call each other and stand at the window, looking over to one another, pretending to give the eye contact they’d give in a normal face to face conversation. That was gone now, though, all he had was the light in TJ’s own room to look at.

He didn’t know that TJ was looking over at his house doing the same.

And I am finding out

There's just no other way

That I'm still dancing at the end of the day

Seeing Metcalf kiss his husband on the cheek in the middle of the hallway was the last thing anyone expected to see during school.

Naturally, word spread fast to those who weren’t around to see it, including TJ.

“Did you hear what Metcalf did today? It was so gross,” Kira said, taking a seat next to him at the lunch table. She didn’t notice when he scooted away from her the smallest distance.

“What?” TJ replied shortly.

“He kissed his husband on the cheek in the middle of the hallway. Why the hell did he think it was okay to be shoving that in our faces? And better yet, why does no one else seem to think it’s gross?” Kira complained, laughing.

No one thought it was bad? He could’ve been open about it this whole time?

There really was nothing wrong with him.

With some newfound confidence, TJ began to stand up and responded, “Because, Kira, no one else is stuck in the fucking 1900s. First, you make me feel bad about myself for no goddamn reason, and now this? I’m sick of it, and I can’t be around you anymore.”

TJ walked off, knowing that he could’ve told her off way better than that, but he had more important things on his mind at that moment. More important people.

After making the smallest detour, he headed over the the GHC’s lunch table, chocolate chocolate chip muffin in hand.

He watched Cyrus’ eyes grow wide as he approached them, but before he could stand up and leave him behind, he said, “I have a lot of explaining to do, if you’ll let me.”

“Yes, thank god,” Buffy sighed.

“No.”

She turned to Cyrus and asked incredulously, “No? What do you mean no?”

Cyrus shrugged, looking down at the table. “I meant no. I’m over this.”

“Oh.” TJ set the muffin down on the table, a somber look on his face. “Okay, I’ll just... get out of your hair, then.”

He began to walk away slowly, and Cyrus’ eyes flickered between him and the muffin he left behind. He winced and called out, “Wait.”

TJ turned around at the speed of light.

“Fine. I’ll hear you out.” Cyrus stood up, not making eye contact with anyone on his way out of the cafeteria. As he passed by TJ, he called out, “Swings,” and TJ quickly trailed behind him.

If you leave the light on

TJ took a seat on his usual swing, while Cyrus just stood next to the pole, arms crossed and eyes pointed to the dull mulch.

“Why did you ditch me?” Cyrus mumbled. “You’re the one who asked in the first place.”

TJ sighed, his knuckles gripping the chains turning a bright white. “The day before costume day, I was playing basketball in the park. When I was done, Kira came up to me asking if I wanted to do a costume with her. I told her no, I was all set because I was going to do a costume with you, which is true. I was so excited about it, Cy, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much fun it was going to be,” he began explaining.

“That still doesn’t explain why you ditched me, TJ,” Cyrus replied bitterly.

“I’m not done,” TJ responded, then continued, “She kept pushing, saying that her costume was this great idea. I kept telling her no, I’m doing this cool inside joke with you. And then she said,” he took a deep breath, “‘So you’d rather do a costume with Cyrus than with me? Have fun with that.’ The way she said it, it was like she was implying something, like she figured something out that I wasn’t ready for people to know yet.”

Cyrus had visibly softened at that, now making eye contact with TJ. It was obvious that he wasn’t trying to push too hard. “What... what did she imply exactly, just so I’ve gotten this all straight?”

TJ chuckled to himself. None of this was all straight. He took another big sigh and answered, “She implied that, um, well, that I’m gay. She made me feel so bad about it, like it was wrong. I thought everyone would think the same. Plus, the way she said it, I thought she was going to do something, like out me. So, I took the coward’s way out.”

Cyrus took a seat next to him, laying his hand on top of TJ’s on the chain of his swing. He reassured him, “Hey, you were not being a coward. Sure, some heads up about not doing the costume would’ve been nice, but you were only trying to protect yourself. I know exactly how you feel.”

TJ smiled softly, looking down at his lap. “Thanks.” He then quickly furrowed his eyebrows and said, “Wait, what do you mean you know how I feel?”

Cyrus laughed quietly, “I was not expecting to do this today, but I’m gay too, TJ.”

A massive grin broke out on TJ’s face. “Cool.”

Cyrus nudged him with his elbow. “You’re such a dork.”

“Only around you,” TJ replied. “So we’re good now?”

“Yeah,” Cyrus replied, a soft look on his face that could only be described as fond. “We’re good.”

Then I'll leave the light on

[justliketherifle]

The Divine Move

Scott McCall/Reader. The final battle against the nogitsune is about to begin. Reader (Allison's cousin) wants to fight, but Scott just wants her to be safe.

“I never wanted you to be a part of this.”

“Scott, the second Allison died, I got dragged into this crap. I’m going with you.”

Scott stepped closer to you. “No, you’re not.”

You squared up to him. “Yes, I am. If you’re going, so am I.”

His fingers grazed your arm. “Please. I’m begging you. Stay here. We can handle it.”

“Stiles is dying and the oni belong to the nogitsune. You need help.”

He groaned in frustration. “Why are you so stubborn?”

“Runs in the family.”

You both fell silent, looking into each other’s eyes.

You sighed. “I trained with her. I know what I’m doing.”

“She thought she did too. Look what happened.”

“I’m not my cousin, Scott. I’m not planning on dying tonight.”

Your uncle, Chris, chose that moment to call you. You ignored the call and look back up at Scott.

“You can’t ask me to sit on the sidelines anymore. Maybe if I’d been there, she would still be alive. That’s on me. That’s my burden. I’ll never know if I could’ve saved her. But I can avenge her.” You took Scott’s hand and squeezed it. “It’s gonna be okay.”

He hung his head, fear in his eyes. “You don’t know that.”

“Maybe you’re right. But I do know that everyone I care about is going to risk their lives tonight. I have to help. I have to.”

Scott sighed through his nose, before bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing it.

He nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

You rode with him on the back of his bike, knives and guns stashed on you. You knew Chris wouldn’t be happy about this, but he’d understand. Allison was like a sister to you. You couldn’t just let this go.

Arriving at the school, Scott parked his bike and you both removed your helmets. Stiles, Lydia and Kira were close behind in the Jeep. Derek and the twins were already fighting off the oni.

Scott grabbed your hand again. “Stay with me.”

“They need help.”

He gave you those infamous puppy eyes. “Please?”

You sighed and nodded, running with him and the others into the high school.

Looking around, you realized you were in a Japanese garden, surrounded by falling snow. You moved closer to Scott, seeking warmth. He wrapped his arm around you. The doors boomed shut and you all turned back to look at them.

A figure in bandages walked jerkily into view.

“Like I promised, Stiles…we’re going to kill all of them…one by one.”

An oni appeared and swung at Kira. She easily blocked it. Three other oni surrounded all of you.

“What the hell is this? Where are we?” Scott asked.

“Between life and death,” the nogitsune replied.

“Bardo…” Lydia muttered.

“But there are no peaceful deities here, Lydia. You're dying, Stiles. And now everyone you care about is dying, too.”

Stiles stepped forward. “What? What do you mean?”

“I've captured almost all of the territories on the board, Stiles. The hospital, the sheriff station, and now the animal clinic. Do you know the ritual of seppuku, Stiles?”

“No, and I don’t want to.”

“When a samurai disembowels himself with his own sword to maintain his honor. But that's not the cut that kills him. The killing stroke is made by his kaishakunin, who beheads the samurai with his own katana. Scott...Scott is your kaishakunin.” The nogitsune moved closer. “I'm going to make your best friend kill you, Stiles. And you're going to let him...because, just like you, they're all going to die. Everyone touched by an oni's blade...unless Scott kills you first.”

You spoke up. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

“To win the game!”

The oni whipped their blades through the air, readying for a fight. Scott and Kira got ready to fight back. You took out your guns just as the oni attacked. You tried to stay on the outskirts, blocking them from Lydia and Stiles, shooting at them. The bullets were having no effect.

Scott and Kira got back to back. “How is this happening? How are we in this place?” he asked her.

“You’re asking me? A month ago, I’d never even touched a sword!” Kira replied.

By then, Scott and Kira were getting some hits in, but the oni barely slowed down. You tossed your guns to the side as they emptied and took out a pair of knives, fighting off an oni as Stiles and Lydia hid behind you.

“This isn’t working, guys!” you yelled.

“This can’t be real,” you heard Lydia say breathlessly.

“Yeah, tell that to them,” Stiles responded.

One of the oni caught Kira’s blade and whipped it out of her hands. Two of them surrounded her as you and Scott kept fighting off the others. You heard Stiles moving and saw him pick up the katana and press the tip of it against his stomach.

An oni held Scott back as he screamed, “Stiles, no! Stiles!”

The nogitsune growled in pleasure.

“What if it saves you? What if it saves all of you?” Stiles asked shakily.

You turned to him. “What if it’s just another trick?”

The nogitsune answered you. “No more tricks, (Y/N). End it, Scott. Let your friend fall on his own sword. Do for him what he cannot do for himself. Do it, Scott. Be his kaishakunin. Give up the game.”

Stiles shook violently as he prepared to plunge the blade into his stomach. But then, he froze. He looked over at something; a book, lying in the snow.

“You have no moves left,” said the nogitsune.

Stiles brought the sword down and seemed to realize something. “I do.” He tossed the katana back to Kira. “A divine move.”

The nogitsune snarled.

“Stop fighting them,” Stiles ordered you, holding Lydia to his side.

You understood and looked at Scott. “It’s an illusion.”

Stiles nodded. “You have to stop fighting them. It looks real and it feels real, but Scott, you gotta trust me. It's an illusion.”

Scott turned back to the nogitsune. The oni stood in front of it, leaving a space for you all to walk through. Scott led the way, receiving the first cut. He cried out and you reached for him. He pulled you to his side as the oni ripped through both of you. Scott clutched your hand, taking your pain alongside his own, as Kira followed behind, getting the same treatment. They at least left Lydia and Stiles alone.

You let Scott lean on you, holding him up to keep him from falling. You felt a cut across your cheek, but the pain faded as Scott kept his grip on your hand. The nogitsune growled as you surged forward. Scott let go of you and yelled as he charged it, pushing it through the doors…

And back into the school.

You all looked down. The cuts were gone. Scott took your chin and inspected your face.

“You’re okay. We’re all okay. We’re-”

Scott was cut off as something threw him into the lockers. The nogitsune stood behind you, once again wearing Stiles’ face. It hit Kira, knocking her out. Then, it came at you, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you into the air, before tossing you aside.

“This was my game,” you heard it say. You watched it move toward Lydia and Stiles menacingly. “Divine move. Divine move? You think you have any moves at all? You can kill the oni, but me? Me? I'm a thousand years old, you can't kill me!”

“But we can change you!” Lydia cried.

The nogitsune stopped. “What?”

“You forgot about the scroll,” said Stiles.

“The shugendo scroll,” Lydia added.

Scott quietly got to his feet, helping you and Kira up.

“Change the host,” the nogitsune muttered. It sounded scared.

Stiles glanced at Scott. “You can’t be a fox and a wolf.”

Scott grabbed the nogitsune’s arm and bit down, causing it to yell in pain. Kira drove her katana through its chest. It fell to its knees, opening its mouth. A fly flew out and away from you, only stopped as Isaac caught it in the triskele box and screwed it shut. The nogitsune convulsed, before freezing as its skin cracked, turning to dust and disappearing as it hit the floor. Stiles collapsed and you all ran to him.

Scott rolled him onto his back and put his jacket under Stiles’ head. After taking his friend’s pulse and telling you all it was steady, he stood back up and turned to you, noting the blood on your forehead and bruises on your neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine, I swear. It’s not my first concussion and probably won’t be my last. Is he okay?”

Scott looked down at Stiles. “I can’t be sure until he wakes up, but he didn’t feel as cold.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god. Maybe it’s all finally over.”

Stiles stirred and opened his eyes, looking up at all of you. “Oh god, I fainted, didn’t I?”

Lydia dropped her head in exasperation. You all laughed at him, Scott leaning down.

“We’re alive. Are we all alive?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah. We’re okay,” Scott answered.

You noticed Lydia’s smile drop as she turned away. She stood up and moved to the doors of the school. Scott helped Stiles up and grabbed your hand as you followed her. You ran outside and saw Ethan crying over his brother’s body, Derek kneeling and Chris standing nearby. You put a hand to your mouth as Lydia spun around and threw herself into Stiles.

You looked down at Scott’s hand in yours and met his eyes. Slowly, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a tight hug, your hand on the back of his neck.

The next day at school, you all moved through the halls in a daze. Nothing felt real anymore. You’d lost so much.

Scott met you at your locker and noticed you were wearing the pendant Allison used to. He touched it lightly.

“So what do we do now?” you asked him, shutting your locker.

“You mean all of us, or me and you?”

You smiled sadly. “Both.”

He sighed. “We grieve. We help each other through it. But you and I, we need to talk.”

You nodded and led him to an empty classroom. You both dumped your bags on the teacher’s desk.

“I didn’t expect this to happen,” he began. “Any of it, really. But what was most unexpected…was you.”

You stepped closer to him, touching his arm the way he’d done to you the night before.

“You remind me of her. But not completely. You’re your own person. And I like that. I like who you are. I didn’t mean to develop feelings for you. It just happened. I was just too afraid to admit it.”

“This isn’t easy for me either, Scott. I was there. I know what you two meant to each other. I keep wondering how she would feel if she knew.”

He laced his fingers with yours. “What does your heart tell you?”

“That she would smile. And tell me to go for it.”

He gave you that soft, loving look of his. The one he used to give Allison. But now it was all for you.

“If I’ve learned one thing from all of this,” he said, “it’s that we shouldn’t stop ourselves from acting on something if it feels right. We can’t put a hold on our lives for anything. I think what we have is too important to let go of.”

“Then let’s stop waiting. Let’s start living.”

Scott leaned in, pressing his lips to yours carefully. Your lips moved of their own accord, kissing him back with everything you had. Your hands moved to his neck, bringing him impossibly closer. He pressed his into your hips as if he never wanted to let you go.

You parted, pecking his lips one more time. “Isaac and Chris are going to France. They want me to come with them.”

Scott studied your eyes. “What do you want?”

“For this moment to never end.”

He smiled widely, bringing you into a hug.

Allison and Aiden were gone. Everything was changing. But in Scott’s arms, you knew the two of you could face anything.

[selfignitingimagines]

Malia- All You Had To Do Was Ask

Request-  hi, could you do number 10 of holiday prompts with Malia? I love your blog and your work, btw, you write so well! /  For the holiday prompts: How about Malia and number 10?

10. “Why are you hiding in the closet?” In which one of you might be a teensy bit afraid of the New Years Eve Fireworks.

A/N: In the closet, under the bed, same thing. I’m loving the Malia love ;)

“Jesus christ, open the door,” you muttered to yourself as you rang Lydia’s doorbell a second time. You shoved your hands back into the pockets of your coat and swayed back and forth on her front porch. It was too cold to stay still.

Finally, the door swung open, but it wasn’t Lydia who answered it. It was Stiles.

“Hey!” he cried, his warm brown eyes lighting up. “God, Y/n I’m so happy you’re here. I miss you y’know? Last time I saw you was like, three days ago.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Have you guys already started drinking?”

“Hey, you’re like, two hours late!” he pointed out, swaying a little as he held open the door for you. “And it’s only thirty minutes till midnight!”

You shook your head and smiled, but you quickly pulled the door from his hands and shut it gently. Now you could feel the warmth coming from Lydia’s foyer, and it felt amazing.

You shrugged off your coat, and hung it up in the nearby closet.

“I could’ve gotten it for you,” Stiles slurred.

You rolled your eyes. “I think I can manage.”

You walked beside him as stumbled his way back toward the rest of the party, which was going at full swing. Music was blaring from speakers in the living room, and the rest of your friends were scattered between there and the kitchen. Alcohol had been precariously placed all along the countertops, and you knew it was just a matter of time before someone broke something.

Lydia herself had a glass of wine in her hand, and when she saw you her eyes went wide. “Shit. Was that you ringing the doorbell?”

“Yep,” you told her. “But it’s okay, Stiles got me.”

Stiles nodded eagerly, and Lydia smiled, twirling a strand of red hair between her fingers. “Get yourself a drink.”

She gestured to an enormous bowl of punch, and you raised your eyebrows. “I thought Scott said we couldn’t get drunk.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I spiked the punch with wolfsbane, but not enough to kill you. It’s just the right dose, and it won’t make you hallucinate either, which is a plus…”

She was still talking, but as you looked across the room, you met the dark eyes of Malia Tate, and that was enough to make everything else melt away. Her gaze seemed to trace down your body, taking in the cocktail dress Lydia had begged you to wear. Now you were glad you had listened.

“Y/n!” Lydia groaned. “You’re not listening.”

“Hm?” you murmured, turning back to her. “Uh, sorry, what were you saying?”

She huffed. “All that super hearing, and no one listens to me anyway. I said, if you’re drinking I’m going to have to take your keys.”

“Uh…” you said, glancing back at Malia, who was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, watching you in amusement. “I think I’ll pass tonight. Besides, I’m pretty sure your supply of sober people is gonna run out soon.”

She glanced back toward the living room, where Scott, Isaac, Liam, Hayden, and Mason were anything but sober. Kira appeared to be the only one not drinking, watching with a smile on her face as she observed drunk Mario Kart.

You shot Lydia a wink and swiped a water from the cooler on the floor. Then you headed toward Malia.

“Hey,” you told her, taking her in.

She was only wearing jeans, a crop top, and a tan jacket, but you still thought she looked stunning. No one but Malia could pull off everyday clothes at a party like this.

“Hey,” she answered. “You look really fucking good in that dress.”

You felt your skin grow hot. “Lydia picked it out.”

“Hm,” she said, reaching forward to run her fingers along one of the straps. “She has good taste. Not that she’d ever get one of these on me.”

You laughed, trying not to shiver at her touch. “I think you look good no matter what you wear.”

“Do you?” she asked. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Always.”

Malia’s lips twitched. It might have taken her a little while to learn social cues, but now she had enough experience with people to pick up on them. And god, how she loved the way she made your cheeks flush.

It had only been a few months since Scott bit you, but Malia had immediately taken a liking to you. Unlike many other people, you were honest, and you wore your emotions without shame. To her, someone who was floundering to understand what people really meant all the time, it was a welcome change.

“Do you wanna come look at her neighbor’s lights with me? They’re pretty.”

“I would love to,” you told her, taking a sip of your water and setting it down on the counter.

She grinned, reaching out to take your hand. Your fingers were warm in hers as she led you toward Lydia’s den, which was currently empty. You could see a couple empty shot glasses strewn about on the coffee table, but whoever was in there had moved on.

Malia pulled you down onto the big leather couch in front of the bay window, and you felt her warm side pressing against yours. True to her words, Lydia’s neighbors had decorated their house in glowing white lights. They lit up the night and shined through the window, casting a warm glow over you and Malia.

“So,” she began. “How are you handling everything? Scott said you did really good on your full moon.”

“I’m not sure,” you told her honestly. “I was freaking out at first...but then he told me that I couldn’t push it all down. That I had to feel it if I was going to control it. And then I did.”

“And?” she wondered.

“And I was fine,” you said, a little bit of disbelief in your tone.

“Why is that such a surprise to you?” she asked.

“I just heard the stories about everyone. Scott told me how he tried to put his fist through Stiles’ head, and how when Liam turned, Kira had to knock him out with a boat paddle.”

“And me?” Malia asked.

“He said you actually did pretty well.”

“I’m sure he left out the part about me trying to kill everyone as a coyote.”

“No, actually. But I don’t think that counts.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Well, I knew you would be fine.”

You scoffed. “Come on, I know everyone was taking bets on what I’d do.”

“Not me,” she told you honestly. “It didn’t matter to me. I knew you would do better than any of us.”

You looked up at her with shining eyes. “How?”

“I could just tell,” she said quietly. “From the first time I met you, I knew Scott made the right decision. You’re a lot like him y’know? You’re just good, and it doesn’t take anything for you to be that way. It’s just who you are, and I love that about you. I knew you would be fine.”

You flushed, glancing down and away from her deep brown eyes. No one had ever said anything like that to you before.

Malia reached out, placing her hand on your cheek, gently turning your face back to hers. “You don’t have to do that. I see you, Y/n. I always have.”

Her lips were so incredibly close, and all you wanted was to move forward and close the space between the two of you. You might have, if not for the shouting that caused both you and Malia to jump back.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

“They’re counting down,” you remarked. “Should we go back in there?”

Malia smiled, and shook her head. She reached forward again, placing a hand on your cheek and running her thumb across your bottom lip.

“Three! Two! One!”

Her lips met yours just as cheers broke out from the living room. You were dimly aware of the sound of Lydia popping a bottle of champagne, but all you could really think about was Malia. Her lips were warm and wanting, and god, how was she such a good kisser?

You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her closer, but just as you did, a loud pop echoed in your ears. You jerked away from her with a gasp, and her brow furrowed.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

The scream of fireworks going off was loud in your ears, despite them being miles away. Scott had warned you about this weeks ago, how extremely loud noises might affect you, but you had totally forgotten in the chaos of the party. The fireworks hadn’t even crossed your mind, but now they were causing you to drop to your knees.

“Y/n, talk to me,” Malia breathed, kneeling next to you. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t look at her, not wanting her to see the shame in your eyes. You had just been talking about how you were doing so well, yet here you were, crippled by a loud noise while Malia was perfectly fine.

You shoved her comforting hands away and ran, searching for a place where you could hide from all the noise. Now it wasn’t just the fireworks, but the music and the laughter of your friends. Even her frantic voice hurt your ears.

After you ran, Malia stood there, wondering what the hell she had done to make you run away so fast. You weren’t losing control, that much she knew, but as she straightened up she looked out the window and realized what was wrong.

Brightly colored fireworks were flashing across the sky, and Malia knew you could probably hear every pop and burst. She headed up the stairs after you, listening in for your pounding heartbeat until she heard it coming from Lydia’s room.

She opened the door softly. “Y/n, it’s me,” she whispered. “It’s okay, you can tune it out, you just have to try.”

She scanned the darkened bedroom, and eventually came to kneel by Lydia’s bed. She flopped onto her side and glanced under the bed. You were there curled up on your side with your hands pressed over your ears

“It’s so loud, Malia,” you mumbled.

“I know,” she said softly. “Just come out from under there and I can help you.”

“I can’t. It hurts.”

Malia huffed. If you weren’t coming out, she was going to come to you.

She wiggled under the bed in the dark, reaching out for your trembling body and pulling you closer to her.

“What are you doing?” you asked shakily.

“Shh,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around you. She ran one hand down your hair as you laid your head on her chest. “Do you hear my heartbeat?”

You nodded against her, and she kept talking. “Focus on it. Everytime I see you, it beats faster. You can probably hear it now. It’s racing because I’ve never had you this close, but I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

You did what she said, listening to the thump of her heart against her ribcage. It was quick, but it wasn’t racing like yours. This was a different sound, not full of fear, but of excitement.

The more you listened, the more you started to believe her. It was all for you.

“Malia?” you asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not as bad,” you told her. “It’s not as bad with you here.”

“We can stay until it stops,” she whispered.

And she laid there with you, true to her word. To your surprise, you were the one who pointed it out when the fireworks had ended.

“Malia?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” she asked, running her fingers through your hair.

“It’s over.”

“Oh.” She felt herself blushing, grateful you couldn’t see her in the dark. Then, as if the universe has read her mind, Lydia’s bedroom door opened, casting light onto Malia’s face.

“Uh? Malia?”

Lydia crouched down, having spotted one of Malia’s legs sticking out from under her bed. “Why are you guys under the bed? You know I have spare bedrooms, right?”

“Oh my god,” you whispered, cringing at her insinuation. “No, Lyds, it’s not what you think-”

“Well, regardless, I need to get my beauty sleep. And I can’t exactly do it with two supernatural creatures hiding under my bed.”

“God, you’re such a mood killer,” Malia groaned playfully, winking at you as she rolled out from under the bed.

She gently grabbed your hand and pulled you out, helping you to your feet.

“Sorry,” you told Lydia sheepishly.

“You guys are welcome to take the one down the hall,” she called as you headed for the stairs, shooting you a wink.

“Thank you for helping me,” you told Malia, shutting the door behind you. “I’m sorry I freaked out on you like that. That’s embarrassing.”

Malia shrugged. “I kinda hoped I’d get to cuddle up to you tonight, although that wasn’t the way I was expecting.”

You flushed, and Malia grinned. “I’m still pretty happy about it, don’t worry. Are you staying the night?”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you began. “Do you...do you want me to?”

Her brown eyes lit up. “God, yes.”

She grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to her. Your breath caught in your throat as she ran her hands down your hips, and leaned down to kiss you once more.

“I’m pretty sure you know how i feel about you,” she said between kisses. “But do you feel the same way?”

You nodded, too breathless to speak.

“Y/n,” she murmured against your neck, causing you to shiver. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Okay,” you agreed, pushing her away gently as you cupped her face. “Malia, I like you. I have for a long time. I know it’s obvious, and I know you just watched me freak out like a lunatic, but whatever it takes for you to hold me like that again, I’ll do it.”

She let out a shaky breath, scooping you up and wrapping your legs around her waist. She grinned as she carried you down the hall toward the empty room Lydia had pointed out.

“All you had to do was ask.”

[bleachlists2]

Live tweets from Ichigo and Orihime’s first date

Requested by @midnight-lightt :)

Looks like Ichigo and Orihime are finally going out on a date! But what if their friends decided to spy on them? Or all of the Gotei 13 are watching their date live from Soul Society? Well, let’s see what they have to say about it!

1) Rukia

“Tonight is Ichigo and Inoue’s first date, and we’re broadcasting it live in Soul Society!”

#omg omg #i totally called this #Ichigo better not mess this up!

2) Ukitake

“Good thing I brought enough popcorn, it’s a full house in Squad 12 tonight! Thank you @ mad-scientist-12!”

#young humans on a first date #this will be so much fun!

3) Kurotsuchi

“@ twin-fish-secrets: I didn’t even give you permission to use my lab as a viewing theatre, you insisted until I agreed to shut you up.”

#I might as well stay #wouldn’t want Kenpachi’s lieutenant to break anything here

4) Renji

“Ichigo’s outside Inoue’s house now, dressed up like a punk!”

#really embracing the delinquent life? #or trying to look cool? #black shirt with ripped sleeves #jeans with small tears #he kinda rocks the punk look #he’s also got a grocery bag for some reason

5) Renji

“Whoa! Inoue’s also got a punk look going on!”

#purple blouse #jean skirt #spiked choker and spiked boots #they both trying to look cool tonight?

6) Renji

“Pfft, the moment they saw each other, they started blushing.”

#dorks #seriously #human teenagers are so cute sometimes #so much for trying to look cool

7) Yumichika

“I have to admit, Inoue Orihime looks stunning tonight!”

#her matching aesthetic with Ichigo is quite lovely! #even if they look punk

8) Kenpachi

“They heading out for a fight or something?”

#Ichigo looks like he’s ready for a fight #is the girl gonna cheer him on or something like that?

9) Rukia

“OMG. Ichigo just held up the bag and said that he bought two bento boxes for dinner tonight!”

#seriously Ichigo? #you couldn’t take Inoue out to a nice restaurant or something like that? #but at least Inoue looks happy #what is their date anyways?

10) Rose

“Well, no wonder they’re dressed like punks. Their first date is a rock concert! Ichigo sure has good choices in dates!”

#they’re standing outside an arena in a line now #I guess Kurosaki wanted to get here on time and beat the line? #gotta give him props for thinking ahead

11) Hisagi

“First date is at a concert? That’s awesome!”

#but does Inoue like rock music? #and does this mean we’re getting a free concert to watch as well?

12) Rangiku

“Omg, they’re eating dinner in the line now! And Ichigo just fed Orihime-chan a roll of sushi!”

#so cute! #Ichigo was also blushing while doing that #i swear #those kids are so adorable!

13) Tatsuki

“So far, so good. Orihime-chan hasn’t started crying yet, and Ichigo is doing a pretty good job at making her smile.”

#he’s acting like a total doof right now #for all his attempt at being cool Ichigo is a total dork

14) Ishida

“I still can’t believe Kurosaki chose to have a bento dinner, instead of taking Inoue-san out to a restaurant!”

#I mean seriously 

15) Chad

“@ the-last-quincy: It’s beautiful, actually. And besides, it’s the thought that counts.”

#This suits Ichigo anyways #and Inoue looks happy

16) Shinji

“Oh god, watching those two flirt... it’s both adorable and kind of embarrassing.”

#human teenagers #always so awkward with one another

17) Yoruichi

“Ichigo/Inoue flirting no.1: Inoue smiles at Ichigo, Ichigo blushes and says, ‘you have eyes’.”

#facepalm #seriously? #someone needs to take Flirting 101

18) Yoruichi

“Ichigo/Inoue flirting no.2: Inoue says, ‘you look pretty today. April Fool’s, you’re pretty everyday!’. Ichigo flusters again.”

#someone help these kids

19) Keigo

“Whoa, is Ichigo smiling?? I’ve never seen him actually smile like that!”

#he looks so... happy #such a goofy smile

20) Mizuiro

“I think Inoue’s brain just reset.”

#Ichigo smiling #a rare sight indeed

21) Byakuya

“Inoue Orihime’s face is redder than Renji’s hair. And that’s saying something.”

#reminds me of when I first took Hisana out to dinner #and I told her she looked pretty #it’s actually very... sweet

22) Kyoraku

“@ flower-noble: Young love, am I right?”

#Ichigo and Byakuya both are/were awkward teenagers

23) Rukia

“Looks like they’re finally going inside the arena now!”

#they got their tickets scanned #and a wristband around their wrists

24) Rukia

“They’re up at the front of the stage?? And there’s a whole lot of people in there!”

#just who is this band anyways? #are they really that popular?

25) Rose

“The house lights went off! It’s finally starting!”

#i miss concerts! #best part of the Living World!

26) Kensei

“Looks like the band’s taken the stage now. Their music sounds pretty heavy, and they look really Gothic, kinda.”

#Ichigo’s into this kind of music? #or Inoue? 

27) Hisagi

“That band looks so cool.”

#gotta check them out next time

28) Renji

“Oh wow. Both Ichigo and Inoue are eyeing the band members and blushing!”

#gotta love it when both partners appreciate how good-looking someone looks

29) Byakuya

“This music is so barbaric; so much growling and screaming, and it’s so loud. How can either of them like it?”

#but Kurosaki Ichigo and Inoue Orihime seem to like it

30) Ikkaku

“Damn, this music makes me wanna have a fight!”

#sounds badass and awesome! #Ichigo and Inoue have good taste in music! #how does that guy growl like that?? #humans are amazing!

31) Rukia

“... I did not know this band liked doing fanservice.”

#but Ichigo and Inoue’s faces? #priceless #they’re both stunned and blushing so hard!

32) Rose

“Last song of the night already? Ah, how fast a concert goes.”

#how time flies when you’re at a concert!

33) Kira

“This song is a lot slower. Is it a love song?”

#also sounds really sad

34) Ukitake

“Inoue’s started crying now, and I can’t blame her. The song is pretty sad.”

#makes you think about life and love... #music: always manages to tug at the heartstrings

35) Rukia

“Omg, Ichigo’s teared up as well!”

#he’s trying to hide it #not doing a good job though

36) Rangiku

“Awww! He’s pulled Orihime-chan closer into a hug! Now he’s rubbing her back and letting her cry into him!”

#omg omg omg #he just kissed her forehead!! #my heart can’t take this anymore! #i’m gonna die of cuteness overload!

37) Hitsugaya

“@ beauty-cat-10: geez, stop being so dramatic, Matsumoto!”

#i guess this is kinda... sweet #human teenagers #so emotional and awkward

38) Soi Fon

“Crying over sad music? How weak. This sort of weakness would never be allowed into my squad.”

#i say as i tear up a little bit #no i’m not crying! #i’m a captain #captains do not cry!

39) Kyoraku

“The concert is over, and now Ichigo is walking Inoue home under the starry sky.”

#romantic #reminds me of the days when Jushiro and I dated like this #Inoue is thanking Ichigo for the date

40) Renji

“Holy damn... Ichigo just kissed Inoue! HELL YEAH!!”

#so proud of him! #was a little clumsy #but nice work Ichigo! 

41) Rukia

“Everyone is celebrating now. Ichigo kissed Inoue and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

#they look so happy! #ah i’m so proud of them! #all in all a successful first date!

42) Byakuya

“I suppose this was rather sweet to watch.”

#i’m leaving now #i’ve been in Squad 12 long enough

43) Yumichika

“So the princess and the hero have finally come together.”

#hmmm #Princess and Hero #nice ring to it

44) Yoruichi

“About damn time Ichigo kissed her! Finally, he’s done something right!”

#but those flirting skills... #they really need to improve

45) Orihime

“@ strawberryprotector15: Thank you for the date, Kuro- er, Ichigo! I loved it so much, and I can’t wait to do it again!”

#we’re on a first-name basis now! 

[slothgiirl]

blinding part 1 (a theo raeken/reader story)

mariella gallagher, lydia’s younger cousin, has always had a soft spot for theo raeken, and now that they’ve brought him back to help, she can’t seem to help herself when it comes to him. it also doesn’t help that she’s slowly losing her grip on whatever powers she has as an empath. 

ao3 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5

“So why can’t I go with you exactly,” I asked Lydia after she was done explaining the plan to everyone except Hayden and Mason who were actually in class like they ere supposed to be. If my aunt wasn’t faculty who knows how we would be getting away with suddenly leaving class, ditching class, and arriving late all the time. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather go with you.”

Just the thought of encountering the ghost riders again was enough to make me want to vomit. And seeing as Scott and his packs whole m.o. was to run towards danger instead of away, we would probably run into them sooner rather than later.

My cousin sighed impatiently, “because we don’t know what we’ll find at Caanan. At least here we know what we’re dealing with.”

“Even if we don’t know how to deal with it yet,” Malia said with a scowl.

“I’d still rather take my chances with whatever you find there than the ghost riders.”

Kira threw an arm around my shoulder, smiling as reassuringly as she could after the ghost riders had taken a whole party full of teenagers down in the bunker and none of us had been able to do anything to stop them, “don’t worry Mari, I’ll protect you. I won’t let them come near you.”

“And you’ve got Liam,” Scott said smiling at his beta.

“Just hurry back,” Liam told him, “we’re stronger together.”

“Hell yeah,” Malia grinned.

*

I took my seat next to Kira in art, happy to be able to phone in this class. Ever since the ghost rider’s showed up I’d been jumpy and stressed and I kept scratching at my arms. What made it worse was I could feel how freaked out the rest of the pack was.

It was almost enough to make me want to take my meds again.

Almost.

“You wanna talk about it,” Kira asked, not looking up from her painting. Her still life wouldn’t have looked out of place in a gallery. Meanwhile I was still cleaning up all my sketch lines and pretending that I knew how to shade objects.

I shrugged, “it’s fine. We’ll figure this out soon and then-“

“Don’t say that. If you’re not okay then talk to me about it,” she told me, looking over at me, “maybe it won’t solve anything but you might feel a little better.”

Sighing, I put my charcoal, giving up on getting any work done when I could barely keep my hand steady. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk about it, but the only person that I had ever felt comfortable talking to about my so called powers, that were completely useless and more of a pain in the ass than anything, had turned out to be a horrible person and was now rotting wherever the skin walkers had dragged him down into.

“Mari?”

Her concern was warm, gently waving towards me, the mental equivalent of a hug. I might as well. “I’ve just never not sensed something from anything. But the ghost riders,” my voice broke, remembering the events from the bunker, “there was nothing there. Nothing. Like they weren’t alive, at least not in any sense of the word I know.”

“I thought they were going to take me,” I tell her, looking down at my feet as I wipe the welling tears from my eyes. “I mean at least you can all fight or do something. I just feel so useless sometimes. Like I can sense what people are feeling, even catch some thoughts if it’s a strong emotion but that’s it.” Hell, werewolves could sense emotions by smelling the air or scent or chemosignals whatever those were.

Her concern spiked, intertwining with a tinge bitter guilt.Kira leaned over and squeezed my shoulder, “but they didn’t get you. And you’re not useless. You’re kind and gentle and you calmed Liam down, anchor-less Liam and Malia. Like made them calm down.”

“Stiles can help Malia calm down.”

Kira rolled her eyes, going back to her painting, “just take the damn compliment.”

I laughed, “still think your kitsune abilities are way cooler.”

“You wouldn’t if you were the one training with my mom. I wish I could montage through all the five in the morning wake up calls.”

We both laughed.

“Mariella? Kira? Please be mindful of the noise level in here,” Mrs. Sanchez called out to us.

We both nodded.

When I went to pick up my slab of charcoal, my hand was steady enough to risk my sketch.

*

“So Scott leaves and you immediately decide to try and catch a ghost rider,” I ask Liam and Hayden skeptically.

“We can’t just sit around and do nothing,” Liam said defensively.

“Well you can all try and do that,” I said, “I’m going to go to therapy and not deal with any of this and especially not go looking for trouble.”

“Trouble kind of already fund us Mariella,” Mason said gently, “and we need to figure out how to stop them. If we catch one we could figure out what they want and make them leave.”

Which made sense even if their plan was insane and they still had no way to channel that much lightning at once. “Okay,” I admitted, “but I still want no part of this.”

“Couldn’t you do it,” Hayden asked Kira as she walked up to us gathered around Liam and Mason’s lockers. “I mean you are a lightning kitsune aren’t you,” she clarified raising an eyebrow.

“Thunder,” Kira corrected, “and yes I could if we had a few decades for me to learn how to channel that much lightning at once.”

“Sorry,” she added, looking around at us, her shame and insecurity leeched into the air, “but I just don’t have the training yet.”

“Yet,” I said, hoping to reassure her. Her mom was a thousand years old, Kira had plenty of time to get all her nine tails and become an amazing thunder kitsune.  

“Sure you’re alright going by yourself,” she asked me, changing the subject.

I shrugged. It was pointless to lie when three of use were supernatural creatures who could hear someone’s heart speed up when they lie, so why bother. “I’ll live.”

“Corey and I could go with you,” Mason offered. “Safety in numbers and all that.”

“See,” I said throwing the rest of them a pointed look, “it’s not just me.” They’re all werewolves and suddenly they think horror movie logic of splitting up and dying doesn’t apply to them.

“Not like you can drive,” Liam said shamelessly.

“I was nervous,” I protested for what had to be the thousandth time, “and the dude was an asshole, he wanted to fail me.”

“Didn’t Lydia say you ran a stop sign?”

I groaned, “it wasn’t even my idea to get my driver’s license. I don’t even want to drive. You don’t let crazy people drive cars.”

Mason grins, “but you’re not actually crazy.” Which was true. It turned out that everything that every psychiatrist had chalked up to hallucinations and paranoia was actually true.

“I thought I was!”

*

Miss Morell smiled sharply as I took a seat on her couch. “I’m assuming you’re still off you’re medication.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling guilty about it all over again. “I just feel better without it. And I’ve only had one migraine this week so progress,” I told her twiddling my hands. “I mean I should eventually start to be able to block people out. . .right?”

“And if you are not able to block people out,” Miss Morell asked the question that had kept me up so often over the last few months, “what will you do?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I mean I don’t want to always have to deal with people’s emotions in my head. When someone around me gets really sad it makes me sad, their emotions bleeding into mine and I hate that. It scares me. But I also  don’t want to spend the rest of my life dazed from taking anti-psychotics. No combination of pills felt right. Some were really bad and this last one muted things pretty well but I still felt wrong.”

It made being around Liam hard. No one ever knew what would set him off and I hated how I could feel his anger well up inside my throat like it was my own.

How I could feel my lab partner’s anxiety and nausea turn to stress the longer I sat there next to him, all my own thoughts magnified in funhouse mirrors until I was stressing over whether I had remembered to write my name on the test even though I knew I had. Over whether any of my friends in Beacon hills were really my friends or if they were just being nice to Lydia’s cousin.

“Have you considered a solution that isn’t on on end or the other,” Miss Morell asked, her emotions as remote as she herself could be, a god deigning mortals with her presence.

“What do you mean?”

“You could take a low dose,” she explained, “just enough to keep your own mental health intact without cutting yourself off from your own abilities.”

“I don’t know,” I said, thinking about how excited I had been when I realized that the connection went both ways. Their emotions could bled into my own, but I could also influence people’s emotions.

Would I lose all the progress I had made?

“You don’t have to make any choices now,” Miss Morell said smiling for the first time since I’d arrived, “Just something to think about. I’ll see you next week?”

“Yes.”

Because I had to go to therapy. It had been one of my dad’s conditions of coming to live with my aunt instead of spending my time going in and out of a psychiatric ward.

*

Third wheeling to Corey and Mason wasn’t actually bad. It certainly didn’t feel as much as third wheeling to Malia and Stiles had been or Scott and Kira. Liam and Hayden were just a nightmare of too much PDA.

They also didn’t even bring up the ghost riders even once which immediately made me love them. We hadn’t spent much time together seeing as I was a year older and had spent most of my last year in Beacon hills in a hazy fog of anti-psychotics in hopes of shutting everything out.

“Don’t hate me,” Mason said, as Corey chose a song off his phone, “but I think Troye Sivan is massively overrated.”

“No,” Corey protested, “that’s just-you’re wrong.”

“You can’t tell me I’m wrong just because I don’t care for his music. I’m entitled to my opinion especially when my opinion is right.”

“Doesn’t make it an opinion then does it,” Corey quipped back and I tried to block out the nauseatingly sweet smell of fondest and love that filled up the car. I take it back, Corey and Mason are just as bad as the other couples although Lydia and Stiles are mostly pop rocks and something refined like channel no. 5 so it really wasn’t bad.

Corey played a song before turning to look at me, “what do you think Mariella?”

“I-“

“You’ve got to listen to the whole song first to get the full experience.”

“Okay,” I told him, “but I can already tell you it sounds fine but I probably wouldn’t go out of my way to listen to it again.”

“Told you,” Mason laughed.

Corey shook his head, “you two have no taste.”

“Oh I think I have plenty of taste,” Mason replied looking over at his boyfriend.

Corey blushed, his face achieving the level of pink many beauty youtubers could only hope to replicate, “I think you mean I have great taste.”

I popped my earbuds in and raised the volume as high as it would go hoping to block them out as they drove to go drop me off at my aunts house. Six months and I still hadn’t gotten any better at blocking people out. Lydia wasn’t even sure if I could.

I sighed and stared out the window.

[uhhhhyandere]

Light from Orphic proposing to Reader be like: "Maybe we should get married" -S

my first request??? is this real life???????? thanks sO much for requesting and for making my cry while writing this heee heee

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this is a continuation of my completed fic Orphic found here

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There were countless parts of your life you missed: your freedom, your family, your job, your life, but you were in no position to desire them back. What your life was now, whatever it was, it was your fault. There was no god of misfortune to blame, not even the one you lived with. Naomi must have turned in her grave; all the evidence she laid in front of you on a silver platter you trashed. L right along with her, and Mogi too. Oliver branch after olive branch you burned, and you had the audacity to feel sorry for yourself?

Yes, yes you did. Every morning when he’d gently kiss you awake and every night when he fucked you ruthlessly into the mattress. After Light’s suggestion to put in your two weeks, you had a head full of useless calculus. Your new hobby was helping struggling high school and college students with everything from limits to surface integrals. Something to focus your head away from the heaviness of your environment. What else were you to do? Turn into a maid to cook and clean all day? You’d rather die. 

Of course, that was dramatic. Your fear of death is what kept you in the game for this long, and what keeps you in this God-forsaken house at all hours of the day. To even try to escape, after the first time, you’d never even think of it again. You can’t go back there. Never. 

You sighed. No longer having a work suitcase to hide your journal in, you’ve resorted to hiding it under the bed: not very clever, but what reason does Light have to be looking under the bed? You don’t partake in hide-and-seek very often, so it’s safe enough to hide a journal. Lifting yourself from the ground, you used the bookmark to flip to the next empty page.

User MathSuKS69 finally figured out how to find the volume of a solid. I hope he or she does well on their test. I wish I valued my education more in school, but the ongoing game with Light during my whole critical part of learning was somewhat distracting. I’m not some natural genius like him. I have to study hard, but when he does shit like giving me the notebook thing out of the blue, it makes my life that much more difficult. 

He’s planning something. The twink has been getting that glint in his eye. I know it too well. ‘Maybe we should…” blah, blah, blah. What more can I succumb to anymore? I had to bring him to my brother’s funeral and introduce him to my family as my significant other. There’s nothing that can sit worse in my stomach than that. 

It’s something they wear as pride. Their daughter is dating the dashing detective everyone raves about. Light has, over the past few months, become famous for being the genius, hot detective. Like the damn Sherlock Holmes of Japan, cases come in and get solved. People come into the station not only with these impossible-seeming cases but to just see him. No one asks anymore about the Kira case to him, and, if they do, he’ll politically dodge the question. It’s terrifying. Not as scary as the cemented Kira culture in the world, accepted and revered worldwide, mind the radical anti-Kira groups spread, and those who do not know the hot detective that defined justice in more than just Japan is more than what he appears to be.

Justice. What even is justice anymore? L dying, was that justice? Kiyomi burning to death? His sister in a wheelchair? That’s supposed to be for the greater good? Just so me and him can live in peace. Be happy. It’s for us. Everything I do is and always will be for us. 

If life after death is anything like “The 5 People You Meet in Heaven,” except it’s hell, I’m getting my ass kicked. 

Hand hurting from writing, you shook it, then capped the pen and placed the journal under the bed once again. Your hands wiped at the newfound dust on your pajamas. It was still early. Light must have just left no more than fifteen minutes ago. At least he didn’t wake you up this time. Yawning, relaxed at the notion of being alone, you stretched your arms into the air, rustling your hair as you made your way downstairs. 

Voices, the banging of pots and pans, and the smell of breakfast filled your senses. Rushing downstairs, you were greeted with both your family and Light’s in your living room, chatting and laughing together like howdy-doo-dee. Not noticing you yet, you looked to the kitchen, where Light smiled lightly above the stove, clad in a button-down and trousers and a rag over his shoulder. 

“Oh, Y/N!” Light’s mom called, waving you over. You grinned, eyebrows raised realizing you were, in fact, not wearing pants and in front of your mom, sister, Light’s mom, and his sister. “Good morning! Did my son not tell you about today? Oh, that’s so Light!” You cleared your throat, watching Light set down his spatula and turn the heat down on the stove before making wide strides towards you.

“It must have slipped my mind. I hope you don’t mind. I invited everyone over for brunch.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side and capturing your lips in a swift, heavy kiss, all for show. Your family swooned at the perceived sweetness of it all. His musk, strong and sweet, engulfed you as an arm remained around you. “I feel like our families don’t know each other nearly as much as they should for how long we’ve been together.”

  “And he’s such a good cook, Y/N!” Rose exclaimed. “If he had a brother, by Kira’s name, I’d marry him. This is amazing.” His hand squeezed your shoulder at the mention of himself from her lips. “And I can’t believe we haven’t been over here yet! What have you been hiding?” Everything. You smiled. 

“Oh, well, we just walk around naked most of the time. Nothing good to see.” Rose giggled, accompanied by the laughter of the other women. Nervously, you joined. “I’m going to put some pants on and look presentable. Be right back.” You tore yourself from his grasp and didn’t hurry to change into regular clothes and fix your hair. 

Why the fuck was he not at work? What was he planning with all this? Just when you thought things would reduce back to a norm, he has to think of something to keep you on your toes. Light can never just settle. He wants more. He always wants more, and he doesn’t stop until he gets it. This isn’t something Light just does. Something lies behind the scenes. What he wants, however, you don’t know anymore. You, you thought ruefully, but he has me. He certainly didn’t care about your family. Oliver, rest his soul, proves that point enough.

“Hey, sweetheart, you okay up there?” Sweetheart. Footsteps followed the call until they entered the bedroom. “You’re taking an awfully long time to change.” He shut the door behind him, and instantly his countenance slunk from the big and bright innocence to the sly and cunning. “Don’t want to keep everyone waiting,” he spoke, voice audibly lower than the statement before.

“What’s up your sleeve?” 

“Why do you think everything I do has an ulterior motive?” He took a step towards you.

“Because they do. All the time.” Light shrugged, covering the distance left over in between the two of you. “What are you planning?” He raised a slender hand. Long, dainty fingers touched your cheek, thumb playing with the skin under your chin. If you weren’t you, you’d see only the passion glistening in his eyes, like seeing a long lost love for the first time, but you always knew better. Underneath lied the most twisted sense of love. Though he’s never said the word, it’s black and corrupted in his mind, just like his sense of justice. 

“Don’t be so defensive, baby. I’m just taking the first steps forward in our relationship. I know you wouldn’t take the initiative, so I decided to do the honors for us.” Light took his hand back, trailing it down your arm and linking your fingers together. He’s awfully touchy today… something’s very, very wrong. He guided you back to the sweet-smelling kitchen. “Sorry to keep everyone waiting.” He laughed. 

“We know what you two were doing anyway!” Sayu laughed, fork hitting the plate as she sat in the wheelchair next to the couch. The kidnapping… the poor girl. Light told you about it, another one of the sacrifices he had to make for the new world, just like his dad was. What he has suffered to be here. “You guys have to stop being adorable for a second, please! You have company.” Light laughed with his ever-loving smile, hand going over his gut. You forced yourself to smile too. 

“Also, don’t eat too much everyone. I reserved us a table at la Mare Dorée for dinner.” The group harmoniously gasped together in delight as he wrapped an arm around your waist and squeezed. This wasn’t right. The women looked to each other, smiling in glee at the aspect. 

“Are you joking?” Rose asked, at the edge of the couch. “It takes months—years—to get a table there. There aren’t many French places like it around. Light how did you—you’re amazing. And it’s so expensive!” 

“I know you can do amazing things,” Sayu added, “but this is something extraordinary. Thank you, big bro.” He waved her off. No one in their elation took note of your ever worrying form. Only Light, who remained steadfast in his mask by your side, must have, but he only offered you a glance. 

“I know. I called, just to see if I can squeeze in somewhere. When I gave them my name, they offered me a table for tonight! It was amazing. I didn’t think I was that known.” You, in fact, do. He was building up his local fame for the day he came out as Kira, the God of the New World, a day you dreaded with every fiber of your being. Something of your nightmares you don’t want to think about, but you both knew he couldn’t yet. Not with the resistances still active across the globe. He needed to be patient, and, after waiting so long with L and Near, he could survive to wait a little more. 

“Oh, shut up!” His mom chided. “You’re practically a superstar. I Googled you, and you had trending hashtags and blogs dedicated to you and people asking how to get a meeting with you, and so much more! It was a little alarming, if I’m being honest.” Sayu nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, the people I work with always ask me about you. They’re amazed that I’m your sister. They always tell me how lucky I am.” You fist tightened at your side. Lucky, because it was his actions that got you taken and in that wheelchair? She doesn’t even know. A wrench of pity and guilt was thrown into your stomach. Light silenced any visual discomfort you might have been showing with a pinch at your hip. “But I think Y/N is the luckiest of all of us.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, he can cook, Y/N! Be grateful for once in your life.” You tilted your head and playfully glared at her. 

“Oh, I’m always grateful. Don’t you worry about that.”

  “I’ll clean up in here. Here,” Light let you go and reached for a plate on the counter, “I made your favorite. I’ll clean up in here and join you with them when I’m done.” He placed a poisoned kiss on your forehead, then turned and let loose the hot water in the sink. You ignored the knowing gazes of the other women as you sat on the very end of the corner sofa, placing the plate on the arm next to you. 

“I heard you’re not working at the firm anymore, Y/N,” your mother said. You licked your lips. 

“Yeah, that’s the truth. I… didn’t like how I was being treated, but I didn’t think of putting in my two weeks in, but Light told me I should if I’m not happy, so, here we are,” you explained. Light didn’t even glance over from the sink. 

“Are you job hunting now?” Mrs.—Ms. Yagami, now, you reckon, asked. You shook your head. 

“Not yet. I’m—.”

“Oh, I see,” your sister interrupted, but you don’t see, so you furrowed your brows and wordlessly asked her to explain. She shook her head. “Later,” she mouthed. 

“Well, that’s okay. We all know Light is bringing home the big bucks. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” 

“Mom, please.” She laughed.

“It’s okay to admit it, hun! Anyway, Y/N, take your time. I’m sure Light doesn’t mind coming home to a clean house and dinner on the table.” You swallowed the bite of your breakfast, which did, in fact, taste delicious, while ignoring his mom’s statement. Light laughed from the kitchen. 

“If that’s the case, I’ll be eating scrambled eggs and cereal every day.” The running water shut off. Light took off the rag on his shoulder, folding it neatly over the edge. You kept your eyes out the window while his weight shifted down right next to you, leaving no room between you, and a heavy arm draped around your shoulders. This is so very wrong. “I just want to be able to provide, that’s all, so she won’t have to work. I just want Y/N to be happy.” You continued to eat silently.

The whole day was spent lounging around, talking and laughing in the circle you naturally formed in the living room. The TV played the news in the background. It was no longer Kira-focused, as it used to be, now that it’s become the norm. Now, they dedicate a whole program to it, much like a weather segment, there’s a Kira segment. Not to mention the multiple Kira shows, documentaries, and other related programs. Though, each one reminds you of Takada, so you refuse to let them be on. 

It was too comfortable. You leaned into him, fucking Light Yagami, like he was a precious boyfriend, with your head against his shoulder. The force of his arm around you didn’t help either, but it wasn’t disgusting. As the group laughed at another memory, you felt the warmth from his body. This shouldn’t be comfortable. This shouldn’t be making me relax. You should be begging your family to get you out of there, tell them this is Kira, but what good would that do? You even left the damn country, look where you ended up anyway? Back here. There was no escape anymore. Just be grateful for once in your life. 

At 16:30, you dispersed. The families have gone home to get ready for this evening. You remained outside with Rose after Light returned inside. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said, ‘you see.’” She grinned, shaking her head. 

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? I swear, sometimes you’re so thick.” Sucking in a breath between her teeth, she threw her hands in the air. “I can’t tell you! If I’m right, I’ll ruin it! Just… think about it all.” A car honked. “Okay! I’m coming! Bye, love. See you soon!” She hurried to the car, leaving you with more questions than answers. Dread filled your heart at the door behind you, knowing you were back alone with the beast now that beauty didn’t need to be out anymore with them gone. 

He was in your shared bedroom, fingering through his side of the walk-in closet. He didn’t pay you any mind when you entered and began to rummage through your clothes. 

“Maybe you should wear that black dress.” You pursed your lips. The black dress he bought for you when he decided he hated your wardrobe and went on an all-expense-paid trip to the mall. Once finding the fabric, you ran your fingers down it hesitantly. “You still have those nude heels.” It was a statement. 

“Yeah, in the very back corner. Glad you want me to sprain my ankle tonight,” you muttered. You stepped towards the back of the closet, but his arms entrapped you before you can make it, pressing your body flush against his. He leaned down to you. 

“I want you to look like you deserve to be my woman tonight.” His breath brushed against your face gently, giving you seconds to feel it send goosebumps down your spine until he closed the distance and nearly forced you backward with the strength of the kiss. There was no foreplay, only pure lust pushing your lips open and thrusting the wet, hungry tongue into your maw, suffocating and stifling. It’s always too much, too heavy. You’re always too weak to handle his… affection. Even as he continues, overpowering you at every crevice and intricacy of your mouth, your mind buzzed with only him. His smell, his toxicity, his hands, his taste, it’s too much. Too much, and you’ll be addicted.  “So, get ready,” he whispered when he broke apart, smirking in bliss at your panting form. 

“Yeah, okay.”

It was unlike any other restaurant or hotel you’ve ever seen. Pulling up in yours and Light’s Lexus, you awed at the sight of it. It was clearly five-star, celebrities-only type of place. Rolling up the stone road, pillars on either side wrapped in lights and rose bushes in between them encasing the hemisphere way, a gorgeous lit up fountain in the middle surrounded by stone benches and gardens. Limos dropped off countless well-dressed men and women, wearing various designer gowns, suits, and dresses. Light pulled up to the front, handing the keys to the valet and looking to you.

You’d be blind to say he didn’t look devilishly handsome. The suit, black jacket with a white undershirt and black tie and well-fitting pants all hugged his lean body. You cursed the tailor who made it. Feeling the heat on your face after the inspection, you kept your eyes low. He chuckled, wrapping a hand around your thigh. He exited the car, walking around the front with a hand fixing his jacket buttons and opening the passenger door. A hand reached into the car. Soft to the touch, you placed your palm on top and he pulled you to a stand. “Are they here yet?” 

“We’ll check inside first.” Watching the silver car down the way, you felt him link his arm with you. Fuck, he smells so fucking nice—fuck! He led you into through the large double doors being held open by a man and woman in suits. Your jaw dropped. The band in the corner’s music drifted through the huge open area, windows showcasing the view of the city surrounded the perimeter. A deck outside laced with vines had more seating. Running water ran into the pond of the other corner, lights illuminating the rocks around it. The biggest golden chandelier you’ve ever seen hung in the middle. There was another layer above, wrapping around the room with ivory bars. A long table right in the dead center of that second floor hosted three women in chairs and one in a wheelchair. You would be able to see the table from anywhere in the restaurant. A lush, red carpet led down the stairs into the main area. 

Light chuckled next to you. “Look.” He nudged your attention to the corner near the waterfall. “Isn’t that ironic? Don’t you recognize him from TV? Hideki Ryuga.” L’s pseudonym. It curled your stomach into a twist as the actor laughed with a beautiful woman next to him. “Maybe we should introduce ourselves.”

  “I’m too hungry,” you whispered back. 

“Hmph, it’s fine. Let’s go greet the rest of the party then.” Your eyes focused on the white marble wall with golden lining as he led you to the table. The four women straightened up, waving in excitement at the sight of you two. 

“Y/N, honey, you look beautiful!” Your mom immediately praised, rising to her feet to greet you in a hug. You sister followed, squeezing tightly. 

“Glad you don’t have to borrow my clothes for parties anymore,” Light’s curious eyes glanced over at the mention, lips quirking. She smiled again, then sat down. You leaned down to embrace Sayu, then Light’s mother. 

“You’re a gorgeous woman, Y/N.” You thanked her politely. Light was already waiting at the other end of the table, pulling out the seat at the head and waiting. Swallowing down your newfound bad feeling at his gaze, you sat down, allowing him to push in the chair and take the seat next to you, closest to the bars overlooking the entire restaurant. “Son, this is amazing. Words can’t thank you enough.”

“No, it’s no problem. Anything for my family.” You noted that he looked at both his own and yours. “Now, let’s finally eat.” 

You’re pretty sure the soup costed more than you’re worth. Gauging these prices, your eyes were wide as they exponentially increased with each protein. I should stick to the salad, but even that is more than you’d pay for anything. You couldn’t focus on the menu, eyes continuing to glance as Light as he crossed his legs and scrutinized the menu in front of it. Something terrible is going to happen. 

You decided on the most appetizing thing in your mind that was at least lower than most other foods on the menu, and a glass of Chardonnay. You needed to drink right about now. The waitress taking all the menus, you rested your hands on the table. A mistake, you mused, as Light took the opportunity to place his own on top. It was not missed by your sister, who winked at you from across the table. 

“So Light,” your sister asked, tone indicating anything about to come out of her mouth was not good, “mind my nosiness, but you and my sister have a rough history. What exactly made you go after her even though she hated you?” You were going to hear about that later, that’s for sure, based solely on the flicker in his eyes. 

“Yeah, Y/N was a tough nut to crack, but she never really hated me.” He ignored your eyes. “You remember how she would always second-guess herself, never believing in herself, right? Well, she only portrayed her hatred for me, because she hated herself. She didn’t think she was good enough for me, which is utterly ridiculous. I saw right through it, and, after years of work, broke through her wall. The rest is history.” Your teeth gnawed at the inside of your cheek. Bastard! “Isn’t that right, darling?” He was daring you to try something.

  “Well, you didn’t have to expose me like that, babe.”

  “So, when did you know you loved him?” It was your mother. You looked around for your wine. “I know you better than anyone, my daughter. I’ve never seen you so happy.” One hand of his held yours, the other perched itself to hold his chin. Oliver flashed in your mind. I know who Kira is, and I’m in love with him. Yeah, tell that story. 

“I didn’t want to,” you muttered. “I… thought I was fine on my own, thought I didn’t need anyone. I didn’t think anyone could find me attractive, so I gave up on the aspect of true love.” You paused, “Then Light came into my life. Annoyed the hell out of me the whole time, but then I moved back to the States, and I realized…” you exhaled, “I realized what my life was without him. It was… unbearable.” Rose gasped. 

“You came back because you love him!” Light’s hand tightened. 

“Yes, you caught me.” You’re pretty sure you were going to vomit. The waitress returned with your drinks; you rushed to sip down yours to get the lies off your tongue. 

“That’s so sweet. You sure have a way of charming people, Light,” Sayu laughed. He shrugged.

“I got lucky,” and he looked at you like you were every star in the sky and smiled. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the skin on top, tender and loving. “There is nothing else I wish I lived for. When dad died, I—I was so broken up. I thought it should have been me, but I know he would have gotten angry at that. He wanted me to live on and be happy, and I think this is it.” A hand squeezed your heart. 

“Your father loved you dearly, Light. You know he’s here with us now.” Oh, I dearly hope so. Light nodded, making a whole show out of it. His mother pat his sister on the back. “Here, let’s make a toast to your father. May he rest in peace.” You rose your wine glass, sipping with the rest of them, never forgetting the weight of Light’s hand on yours.

When the entrees were served, you didn’t know they were entrees, as they took up 5% of the plate. God, one of these restaurants.  So, unsurprisingly, it didn’t take very long for everyone to finish, hungrier than they were when they got here, but they were too polite to ask to get dessert, as it was enough out of Light’s wallet, who offered to pay for everything. 

As the group wordlessly decided they were ready to go, Light rose to his feet, capturing everyone’s attention as he fixed the button on his suit jacket. You looked up at him as he stepped away from the table and maneuvered your chair, with you in it, to face the balcony with everyone below. As he bent over, his lips brushed against your ear. 

“I was thinking… maybe we should get married.” 

The weight of the whole world fell on you, but you were stuck between the chair on him as he now stood above you. You gripped the sides of the chair as hard as you could. No, please no. “I’m sorry to make you all wait a little longer but,” he paused, and you wondered if he hated being on his one knee in front of you, “I do have something to ask you.” This was all happening too fast. 

“Y/N, I—we’ve known each other for years. You saved me, and all this time, I knew it was you. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. None of us would. There is nothing I would change about anything. About you. You’re…perfect for me. Through everything, high school, college, we may have had our rough patches, but we always persevered, and, when you left, I was horrified you would never come back. I—I gave up hope you were coming back, and I thought, if you ever did return, Kira would surely kill me before it, but then you came back. I thought to myself, ‘it’s fate.’ I must have done something right for you to come back to me.

“I love you, Y/N.” Light dug into his pants pocket. The whole restaurant was drowned in silence, and you realized they were all watching you. Your eyes landed on Hideki Ryuga. L is watching. From his pocket, he lifted the small case, popping it open to reveal the sparkling rock. “Please, do me the honors of being my wife.” No, this can’t be real. This is a dream. He had you cornered. Your family, everyone was watching. The side of his mouth away from your family rose in a sneer. He knew. Glinting in his eyes was what you knew so well: possession, lust, and justice. Kira’s sharp eyes were gazing at you from the ground. You didn’t have a choice. 

“Yes, of course. I love you, too, Light.” He broke out into a smile, rising up to meet you in a biting kiss, slipping the ring onto your finger. The whole place erupted in applause. Light pulled you to a stand and made you face the whole restaurant as they continued to clap. An arm wrapped around you and clasped tightly at your hip. 

“Don’t you see, Y/N? You’re mine. Now, every single part of your being will belong to me. Just as it always has been.” His voice was low in your ear. His hands snuck upwards to slide beneath your hair and trap you in another kiss. He parted with a leer. “I love you,” he laughed.

[some-mad-lunge]

Thank God - Ringo Edition

AU - Easy never stops Ringo from getting on that train. Why? Because my imagination will not stop where Ringsy is concerned. _____________________________

It had been over six weeks since Ringo had left Cologne on a train bound out of Easy’s life.   No one mentioned Ringo in Easy’s company after that day, not even Tobias.  

There was a fragility to Easy now that Tobias had never seen in his friend but he figured with time he’d would be back to normal but so far Tobias had been wrong, very very wrong.  

Easy went to work at the kiosk, he’d go out with his camera for hours, he hadn’t stepped foot in WG and he avoided the apartment like it housed the plague. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t cry. He just sat there. No one even knew if he was listening half the time when they spoke to him. He just had this far away look in his eye. He spent most of his time in his room, the only companion he seemed to enjoy was Stinker, who seemed to know what Easy needed. Tobias would have believed Easy didn’t even know how to use his voice anymore if he hadn’t heard the low rumbles of his conversations with the dog from the other side of Easy’s bedroom door.  

The only person who had heard from Ringo was Paco. He brought him up once when Easy, who had insisted he wasn’t hungry because apparently he survived on oxygen alone now, went and hid in his room from his roommate and declined dinner. Tobias had had enough and went to WG to get some re-enforcements.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, how do I fix him?”

Eli just looked sad and Saskia looked like she wanted to say something but was biting her lip.

“I heard from Ringo yesterday.”

Tobias whirled around and arched an eyebrow at Paco.

“He’s still my friend Tobias, not to mention your brother.”

Tobias huffed at that, like he needed reminding.

“He’s coming back to town this weekend. I convinced him to meet me for a beer. He sounds almost worse than Easy. It’s like neither of them know how to exist anymore.”

“Ringo deserves it, Easy doesn’t.”

“Enough!”

Everyone turned to look at Saskia, who suddenly had wild eyes and a snarl on her face as she glared at Tobias.  

“You Tobias, more than anyone, should know how this feels for both of them”  

“Me, what does it have to do with me?”  

“Ever since Kay-C left to go be Hauke’s fake fiancée you’ve been just as bad, but it’s almost like Easy and Ringo aren’t allowed to be heartbroken but you are. You don’t get a say in that.”  

Tobias didn’t know how to handle Saskia like this, who was this bossy, annoying woman?  

“It’s different.”  

Saskia couldn’t keep her disgust for Tobias from her voice.  

“It’s love Tobias, it’s different and the same for everybody. If you care for Easy like you say you do you would want him to have whatever makes him happy. If Ringo makes him happy you should be helping him get back to him. You changed, is it so hard to believe Ringo could too?”  

Tobias looked around the room, looking for support from Paco and Elli, and found none.  

“She’s right Tobias, they love each other.”  

Ellie looked at Paco with glowing eyes, Paco just smiled back at her and then turned to Tobias.  

“We should help them Tobias. We stick our noses in anyway, why not use it to help?”  

Tobias couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his friends were insane and he told them so.  

“You’re all crazy. They just need time and they’ll see how much better off they are. Trust me.”  

He stormed out and headed back to his apartment. It was just another relationship, Easy would move on, and Paco was no doubt wrong and Ringo probably already had.  

He made his way inside and headed for Easy’s door. He was about to knock when he heard it. Easy, crying. No not just crying but sobbing, deep shuddering sobs that sent shivers down Tobias’s back, and he could hear Stinker whining, no doubt the dog trying to comfort his friend. Tobias leaned his head against the closed door.

Fuck, he thought, fuck, fuck, FUCK.  

He turned around and headed back to WG, stormed in, slammed the door behind him and looked right at Saskia.  

“Okay, this is what we’re going to do.”  

**  

Ringo didn’t know how Paco had been able to convince him to spend his first night back in Cologne at his old apartment. He should have got a hotel, but six weeks of living on his sister’s couch with no income didn’t mean he had money to throw around. He was only back because Kira had kicked him out anyway. She’d had enough of his wallowing.

She’d been supportive at first, listening to him unload his broken heart, listened to his regrets. She’d understood, she’d been compassionate but firm, hell she’d bought him ice cream, stating that it’s what every broken heart needed.  

But as time wore on and Ringo wasn’t getting over it Kira got more and more frustrated with her brother.  

“This isn’t you Ringo. You fight for what you want or you move on, you can’t stay in this limbo forever. Maybe you need to accept that you’ll never be over Easy, not really, but God brother get your ass off my couch.”  

And so Ringo realized this ache, this emptiness wasn’t going to go away, it was a part of him now. But the rest of him needed a job, and a place to live and to get up every morning, even if the day ahead would be void of any real happiness. It’s what people did, or at least he assumed what people did, he’d never been like most people anyway.

And if he had to look at pictures of him and Easy on his phone before he went to sleep every night, before he could even attempt to sleep, then he would live with it.

And if he had to wake every morning reaching for someone who wasn’t there, and fight back the tears that came up, well then so be it.   So when he’d texted Paco he was coming back to town, was going to find another flat share and a new place to work, so that he could avoid his walking heartache at all costs Paco pounced. First he convinced him to meet for a drink. Then a few days later he said Easy was going out of town for a weekend visiting some uncle that Ringo didn’t even know he had. He could stay in his old room, at least for a few nights until he found somewhere else. Before Easy came back.

Clearly a glutton for punishment Ringo agreed, because if he couldn’t have Easy anymore than maybe he could relive the memories where he’d once been allowed to.  

The heaviness multiplied the moment the building came into view. It was worse when he was in the elevator. Even alone his reflex was to reach out to grasp Easy’s hand in the tiny space and he cursed himself when he realized what he’d done.  

He walked into WG and was greeted by hugs from Elli and Saskia and the smile from Paco.  

“We missed you Ringo, nothing has been the same without you.”  

Saskia’s words surprised him, she’d never been overly interested in Ringo before.  

“Go put your stuff in your room man, we’re going to go grab some dinner to bring back. You’re probably tired from the journey, go get settled.”

Paco half smiled at him and they all shuffled out the door.  

Then here he was, standing alone in the apartment like the last six weeks hadn’t happened. Like he had any right to be there. Like he had any right to the memories he’d made with Easy in these walls.   He carried his stuff up to his old room but other than placing the bags down in the doorway he couldn’t bring himself to step inside. There were memories and dreams held in that room too raw to face right now, in the light of day. He needed the cover of darkness before he was in the bed where he last held Easy because he knew it was going to hurt.

But he would do it, he had no other choice and he deserved all the pain it would bring him, every damn bit of it.

God he wanted a beer.   *** Easy was sitting on the couch looking out the window, Stinker curled on his lap. Tobias was watching his phone intently. He wanted to pretend to be stealth but honestly he could run around the apartment naked and Easy wouldn’t notice. In fact he had.

Then Tobias saw his phone light up and a two word text from Saskia, “Go time.”

“Oh my God Easy, we have to get to Elli and Paco’s!”

Tobias jumped out of his chair and grabbed Easy by the arm.

“What the hell, why?”

“Elli said Paco fell in the shower and he can’t get up and he’s too heavy for her.”

Tobias felt a little bad for the lie but as a group they knew Easy would over come anything if meant helping someone he cared about, they knew only an emergency would get him through the door to WG.

And they were right. Easy pushed himself off the couch, causing Stinker to yip and jump to the floor. Easy was out the door and Tobias was right behind him.

He watched Easy barrel into WG and then stop dead in his tracks.

Tobias looked over Easy’s head, made eye contact with his wide eyed brother who stood motionless in the kitchen, nodded his head and shut the door in his own face.

*** They just stared at each other and Easy didn’t dare move a muscle. He looks the same. How can he look the same? Hadn’t it been a million years since he’d seen that face?

“Easy.”

Ringo says his name with such reverence and sincerity that Easy has to close his eyes. He has to savour the moment, it’s the first time he’s felt whole in weeks.

When he opens them again he half expects to wake up or snap out of the hallucination. But Ringo is still there. Flesh and blood and heat and every piece of Easy is alive and warm again. He forgot what that felt like, to be warm.

*** He looked thinner and his eyes looked hollow and Ringo ached to touch him. To soothe and hold him and banish anything in the world that would dare haunt Easy Winter.

But Ringo knew he was the villain in this story and he’d live with that and pay for that for the rest of his life.

“I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to be here. I never would have come had I known.”

He turned toward the stairs, he had to get away before he was on his knees, begging Easy for just another chance to love him again, to be the hero of Easy’s story. To reclaim the only good and real thing he’d ever held in his hands.

“I’ll grab my stuff and be gone in 5 minutes.”

“You won’t be gone.”

Easy’s voice caused Ringo to turn and he realized Easy was somehow standing right behind him.

Easy took Ringo’s hand and placed it on his chest, pushing his palm over his heart, into his heart, with a firm hand.

“You’ll always be right here, right where you’ve always been. My heart won’t let me let you go.”

Ringo closed his eyes, as the tears started. Because he could feel the skin of Easy’s hand against his and it was too much and not enough. It would never be enough.

“Look at me Ringo, please.”

Blue eyes looked into hazel, and it was like no time or distance had ever come between them. Like the last six weeks didn’t happen. And Ringo felt the facade he was always barely holding together start to crack

“Tell me Ringo. Tell me you’ve been miserable too. Tell me that the you don’t want me to be happy without you. Tell me you don’t know how to be happy without me.”

An almost bitter laugh escaped Ringo’s lips as he pulled his hand away from Easy’s grasp.

“Miserable?! Miserable would be a God send. I have been in hell without you Easy. A hell I built for myself. To not see you or touch you or laugh with you. To not be able to spend every second showing you how much I love you. And to know that you are out in the world but not in MY world. Knowing that nothing I do will ever be enough and to know that you hate me. To think that some other man could…”

His voice cracked as he choked back a sob. He was trying to stop himself from shaking. The pain he felt, the rage he felt at himself, it was all bubbling up and he couldn’t keep it down. He needed to lock it down because if he fell apart he knew he’d never be able to put himself back together.

**** “Say it again.”

Easy was surprised by the conviction in his own voice. But he knew, he finally knew, he just needed to hear it again.

Ringo looked at him confused. Yet what he saw in Easy’s face, the light and the truth and all that was Easy was radiating at him. The rage ceased and a hope that Ringo only allowed himself to feel late at night when he dreamed started to swell in his chest.

One more time. He would try one more time. Hell he’d tried until his dying day. If Easy needed that Ringo would give it to him, even if it tore his heart to shreds every time Easy walked away. He would always give Easy every piece of himself that he could.

He stepped closer, unsure at first but then placed his hands on Easy’s shoulders. To hold him in place, to anchor himself. He gazed into Easy’s wet eyes and the softness that lived in them.

“I love you Easy. I will do anything if you’d let me…”

But his words were cut off when Easy launched himself into Ringo’s arms and claimed his lips in a kiss that caused his knees to buckle. It tasted of salt and forgiveness and love and Ringo wanted to weep with happiness.

Easy kept leading him back, stroking his chest, his tongue sweeping into his mouth and Ringo was thankful when Easy pushed him down on the couch before his knees gave out.

Then Easy was in his lap, straddling his hips, he cradled Ringo’s head in his hands as he pressed kisses all over his face.

“I love you so much.” Easy whispered as his lips moved over Ringo’s face. “Never leave me again, I can’t breath without you.”

“Easy I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but…”

Easy cut him off with another kiss. He didn’t want to hear it, didn’t need to hear it. He needed to feel it, he needed Ringo to make him whole again.

“Shhh. Just love me. Let me love you. It’s all I need.”

Ringo pulled back, his head was spinning, his heart was bursting, and he needed to see Easy’s face, because he needed to know he meant it. Ringo needed to know he had Easy back, that he could stay here, that he could finally stay in the only place he’d ever felt like he belonged.

He cupped Easy’s face and gazed into his eyes, because every question Ringo ever had was always answered when he looked into his Easy’s eyes.

They just looked at each other, taking in dimples and cheekbones and making sure nothing had changed. That time hadn’t erased anything. That they were still real.

Then Easy covered Ringo’s hands with his own and a smile seemed to light his eyes. Ringo felt blinded by it and then he knew what Easy was trying to tell him, felt it to the marrow of his bones.

“Thank God.” was the last thing Ringo said before he claimed Easy’s lips again and came home.

[just-jordie-things]

Thunderstorm - Theo Raeken

word count: 2555 warnings: swearing, awkward tension request(s): Hey, I don't know if you take requests right now, but could you do one with Theo raeken? The reader is a witch in Scott's pack and she hates Theo (who has a secret crush on her), but they have to work together because of the wild hunt and he slowly earns her trust and her love. Your writing is amazing, it would be so cool of you to write this request😘 thanks and: Can you please do a theo raeken imagine where like its after 6b and theo is more involved in pack and they have like a game or movie night and theres like a thunderstorm and reader is super scared and they all go to bed but he like hears her heartbeat and goes to comfort her and its all really cute and fluffy. sorry this was sooo long dedicated to: @high-functioning-fangirl02 bc she loves theo so much

Theo wasn’t always exactly a friend of yours.  In fact, you used to hate his guts so much that you nearly killed him, if it wasn’t for Scott holding you back.  There was a time when you still would’ve gone behind your alpha’s back just to end the chimera.

But now things have changed.  It’s been a year since Theo and the Dread Doctors were a threat to the pack, and you no longer felt like Theo needed comeuppance.  In fact, after he came back from hell to help you all retrieve Stiles and stop the Ghost Riders, and later help take down the hunters that threatened not only your pack but every supernatural creature, you felt he’d really changed as a person.  You could even go as far to say you were almost best friends.

You could definitely admit you felt a little more for him than you thought you ever could… not that you’d admit it to anyone else.

You were sat on the sofa while Liam and Scott were challenging each other to an arm wrestling competition.  Lydia, Stiles, Malia, and you had put your money on Scott winning.  While Kira, Mason, and Theo had put their bet on Liam winning.

Pack sleepovers were always weird, but in fun ways.  Last time you had a Just Dance competition, but it got too intense and Stiles and Liam nearly broke out fist fighting.

“Three!  Two! One! Arm wrestle!” Stiles spoke excitedly, and everyone gathered around eagerly to watch the tournament, all wide eyed and chanting excitedly.

“I swear sometimes I think I’ve joined a cult” Theo told you, sitting down next to you.  You chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“I know I’m in one” You replied, and he laughed as well.  The both of you watched the alpha and beta for a few moments, and it seemed like neither of them were moving at all, even though you were sure both were putting as much force as they could into it.

“I didn’t think that this is what your sleepovers would be like” He said, and you began laughing, making him look at you in confusion, wondering what he’d said that was funny.

“You saying sleepover, it’s just hilarious.  Theo Raeken is at a sleepover” You snorted with laughter, clutching your stomach.  Theo rolled his eyes, not finding it as humorous as you.

“Yeah yeah you’re a dork you know that l/n?” He said sarcastically, but you just grinned at him, affirming his statement.

“Yep! A proud dorky killer werewolf right here” You said with a small laugh.  “Well, not really a killer.  Dorky werewolf” You corrected.  “Hey! That could make a really good tv show” Theo laughed, shaking his head as he smiled at you.

You were something remarkable to Theo.  Because you held firm beliefs when it came to your view on the world and the people in it.  But that didn’t mean that your mind couldn’t change.  For instance he was sure that you’d never accept him into the McCall pack, or that you’d even let him lend you a pen in class.  But after the events with the Ghost Riders, and Gerards werewolf hunters, you grew much closer to him.  He earned your trust, and a few other things he wasn’t aware of.  He got to see the real you, the you that you were when there wasn’t a threat to Beacon Hills.  The cute, funny, sometimes spastic, sweet girl you were.  And he grew to have quite the soft spot for you.  

While you could also be a badass, golden eyed werewolf that could tear the throat out of her enemy in two seconds flat, he liked both sides of you.  In fact, he really liked both sides.

And normally, Theo Raeken was the kind of guy who held more confidence than he could handle.  But seeing the strange and rather violent history between the two of you, he refrained from working his charms on you.  Figuring that he should just be happy that you’re friendly with him.

“I win!” You and Theo turned to see Scott had shoved Liam’s hand against the coffee table, making a small crack in the wood from the force.

“Goddamnit Scott, that one’s new” Lydia grumbled.  He’d broken her old one a few weeks ago jumping on it.  You couldn’t recall why he’d done it, probably to prove a point of some kind.

“I’ll buy you the next one” Scott said bashfully, and you were laughing quietly to yourself.

“Most teens deal with romance and angst and school stress.  Not us.  We fight villains and break tables with super strength” You announced, getting up to go find a drink in Lydia’s kitchen.

“I got a really nice red wine you can try if you want” The banshee called to you from the living room.

“That’s alright” You shrugged, opening her fridge for something else.  You couldn’t get drunk anyways, no point in wasting good wine.  “Another downside to not being a normal teenager” You mumbled to yourself, deciding on a bottle of water anyways.

“Well it’s not any better for me” Stiles said as you came back in.

“Yeah.  Me either” Mason agreed.  “You think I want to get drunk in front of all of you where you can make fun of me for being an idiot?” Him and Stiles chuckled, both understanding the awkward struggle of being human.

“Well, at least you don’t go insane twice a month” You said, plopping back in your seat by Theo.

“Twice?” Liam mumbled.  All the girls gave him a pointed look ad his mouth made an ‘o’ shape.  “O-oh right y-yeah” His face turned red as he looked away from their laughter.

“Poor Liam” Theo chuckled, and you smiled at him, your own laughter quiet as you looked at him.  His eyes seemed to… sparkle when he laughed.

No y/n.  You mentally slapped yourself, your smile softening.  Don’t do that, don’t notice things.  But you couldn’t help it, he was easy to look at.

You turned away when his eyes caught yours, taking a long drink of your water.  Lucky for you, he didn’t say anything about it.  But you didn’t catch the way he smiled at you.

“It’s late, why don’t we put in a movie and settle in?” Lydia suggested, and everyone tiredly nodded in agreement.

“It’s my turn to choose!” Malia leapt up from her spot on the floor by Scott, racing over to Lydia’s DVD collection (you swore she owned every movie ever).

“On the bright side, it won’t be a romantic comedy” You said, and Theo sighed with relief.

“Thank. God.  I can’t handle one more re-run of The Notebook” You laughed, remembering the way he had stared at the screen with disgust.

Malia ended up choosing some action movie you’d never seen before.  Something with aliens but also had a James Bond theme.  You found it difficult to follow, sleepily slumped on the couch as your eyes threatened to fall shut.

“You’re gonna pass out during the big fight scene” Your eyes opened just enough to see a blurry splotch shaped like The next to you.

“I happen to be alright with that” You responded dryly, and he just chuckled.

“Well do you want like a blanket or something?”

“No I’m alright” You said in a quiet voice, already closing your eyes again.

You fell asleep not minutes after shutting your eyes.

The movie was nearly three hours long, and Theo wasn’t sure how he managed to stay awake during the whole thing.  Shortly after you’d fallen asleep, you’d begun to sprawl across the couch, so he’d moved to the last open chair so you could have the space of the couch to lay out on.

Malia and Scott had set up a makeshift bed of blankets and were currently wrapped up in each other.  He thought for a moment they were too cuddly to be cute, before he turned to see Stiles and Lydia on the other sofa.

Okay, that’s worse, he thought, cringing and looking away instantly.  Hell, he couldn’t tell where one of them started and the other ended.  Shaking his head, he looked around other places, the sound of the rain hitting the roof being the only noise in the room.  It was kind of calming, sitting in the dark and listening to the weather outside.

Kira and Liam and Mason were sprawled out separately across the floor as well, no where near the two couples.

He looked back to you, curled up to preserve your warmth seeing that you’d refused a blanket.  You took up less than half the couch, and Theo found it amusing you were so compact.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d take a photo just to mess with you later.

It was quiet for a few minutes longer, until thunder clapped outside and the lightning lit up the room.  It didn’t bother Theo, he was used to the storming weather of Beacon Hills, it was just a part of living there.

But someone here wasn’t as okay with it as he was.  His ears instantly caught the sound of a rapid heartbeat.  Fear, he noted.  They were afraid.  He sat up further, looking round for the owner of the heartbeat.  And not moments later, you were shuffling off of the couch, and leaving the room.  Not even noticing Theo was upright and watching you go.

You were afraid of storms? He shook his head out of confusion.  y/n l/n, designated badass? Afraid of storms? How could that be?

Without another thought Theo got out of his chair and followed after you towards the kitchen.  You jumped from where you stood by the sliding glass door, your senses heightened more than usual because of the fear you were in.

“Theo?” You whispered, not wanting to awaken anyone else.  “What’re you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing” He shrugged.  But he already knew the answer.  Your eyes left his and turned back to the glass, looking up at the dark sky cautiously.  “Why’re you afraid of storms?”

Your head snapped over as you glared at him, not exactly… appreciating… his directness.

“I’m not afraid of storms” You told him in a snarky tone.  He looked back at you expectantly, knowing there was more to that statement than you’d said aloud.  But he didn’t push you again, just wandered over to stand next to you at the large window.  Your eyes were wildly flicking across the sky, watching the storm clouds move.

Your whole body flinched when the thunder boomed, and a strike of lightning flashed miles away.  The light of it being the only thing that illuminated in the dark kitchen.

After taking a deep breath, you spoke up again.  “I’m afraid of what comes after” Your voice shook in it’s whisper, and Theo looked over at you with confusion laced in his expression.

“What do you mean?” He asked.  Your teeth sunk into your lip, embarrassed that you were even talking to him about this.

“Storms they… something bad always happens” You admitted.  “People get taken and… and erased and it makes others go insane and-” You cut yourself off, taking in a sharp breath.  “I’m really fucking tired of losing people” You said weakly.

Theo’s mouth opened, but no words came out.  He just stood there, staring at you with sorrowful eyes.

“y/n…” He trailed off, not really knowing how to say ‘I won’t let that happen’ in a non-cheesy way.  “That’s over, it’s not happening again-”

“How the hell do you know that?” You asked, not in an angry way, but a helpless one.  “How do we know these things won’t happen again? It doesn’t just end when we go to college.  What if no one’s here to help? What if something happens before we can get to it? What if one of us-”

“Hey” Theo said softly, reaching for your hand and grasping it gently in his.  “Trust me on this, it’s going to be alright”

“But how can you say that?” You choked.

“Because… because I wouldn’t let that happen” Your brows cinched together and your lips parted slightly, unsure of what he meant by that.

“Theo things don’t work like that…especially not around here” You mumbled.  “And even if it did there’s nothing you could do to-”

Theo’s hands captured your cheeks and in moments his lips crashed down to yours.  A soft sound left the back of your throat in surprise, not having expected… that.  But it didn’t take you long for your hands to link around his neck and kiss him back.  Even if it was spontaneous, you were still kissing Theo Raeken.

Your eyes were squeezed shut tight, fingers curling into his hair.  He was leant down slightly, enough to reach you.

Something between a whimper and a sigh left your lips, making the both of you pull apart briefly, only to take in a breath before you were pulled back into another kiss.  Theo’s hands traveled down, settling on your hips and tugging you flush against him.  You were just beginning to melt against his touch when lightning struck again and you practically jumped away from him.

Instantly you sighed, putting your hands over your face and running back through your hair stressfully.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“It’s alright” Theo smiled as kindly as he could, his palms rubbing over your arms warmly.  “It’s alright” He repeated.  “Just a storm, nothing else” You nodded shakily, and he tucked your loose strands of hair back behind your ear.

“Okay” You whispered back.

“You want to go back to bed?” He asked, and you nodded again.  Theo smiled, and lead you back into the living room.  “I’m gonna go find you some actual blankets, okay?”

“Okay” You said again, sitting down on the couch and watching him leave in search of something comfy for you.

You were sat there for a while, doing your best not to focus on the storm, to try thinking of anything else.  But the rain was coming down so hard and the lightning kept striking and sounded so close, you weren’t sure how else to distract yourself.  Until a thought came to mind that made your heart stutter.

“Did I just kiss Theo?” You mumbled to yourself, unknowingly drawing the attention of a certain strawberry blonde that hadn’t been able to fall asleep.

“You did what!?”

i’m sorry this is shit idk what happened xoxo ~ jordie

[lobsters-on-their-heads]

OB Rewatch: The Weight of This Combination

I am disappointed that this outfit never made another appearance in the show. Either of them, really, because Kira’s little butterfly outfit is adorable.

I loved:

“Wouldn’t It Be Nice” in Ukranian (I assume)

Tatiana voiced the goddamn scorpion, too.

“Have you even talked to your girlfriend yet?” Sarah looks out for Cosima first and foremost.

This look on Delphine, and her many facial expressions. I love Delphine this entire season, as a character, because she is so complicated and conflicted, and most of that can’t come through in her lines. It’s the best work the show’s given Evelyne Brochu, and she knocks it out of the damn park. 

Sarah’s make over into Rachel sequence. The music, the camera work, Felix’s body language and facial expressions, Tat’s acting, Delphine’s on-the-edges observation / supervision, Grimes playing in the background... all perfect.

The triple clone swap organized by Delphine, before she even was sure that Ferdinand would ask to speak with Sarah Manning. The ways Tatiana plays her characters SO SO well that they can play each other and we still know who’s who. During the entire encounter, beautiful work is done by everyone in the scene. The layers upon layers of complexity are brilliant.

This is a really good look on Sarah, too:

I liked:

That pause after Sarah asks Delphine if she’s talked to Cosima yet, and the change of subject. It can’t show on a screenshot, but Delphine’s face twitches oh so slightly before speaking again.

Sarah says, “I don’t wanna see this shit.” Delphine replies, “It gets worse,” and plays more of the tape.

And Cosima’s little “Is she talking to Delphine, is she with Delphine?” Oooh, sweetie! God, things are going to get so much worse before they get better.

Sarah calls Mrs. S “Mum.” 

This great picture of Sarah in the bottom left.

The break-up scene needs it’s own space, and I both love it and hate it, so it’s going here. 

Oh God, I hate that our girls broke up because I love them and need them to be happy, and the break up destroyed both of them, but the framing and the pacing and the acting were wonderful. Their history comes out immediately, in that Cosima is distrustful of Delphine from the moment Delphine is less than gushingly happy to see her, and when Delphine slips into “doctor” mode, it only solidifies the distrust. These girls got ISSUES.

Delphine calls for Cosima when she knocks, but thirty seconds later she asks to see Sarah. I mean, Delphine, if you’re going for the “push Cosima away approach,” that would work. 

It’s been discussed and GIFed and reblogged until the end of time, but it’s worth restating that Delphine was more hurt breaking up with Cosima than getting shot in the stomach. 

Donnie is adorably excited about Alison running for school trustee. He likes having a powerful wife.

“Holy doodle, here we go.”

“Remember our safe word?” “No!”

“Shut up and stop squirming!”

I didn’t like:

I can’t watch eyeball horror. Thankfully, I know just when to turn away during the rewatch.

Ferdinand’s monologuing about Helsinki and killing all the sestras strayed too far into infodump/ “as you know, Bob” territory. It was effective, but a little sloppy.

The treatment of Helena in Season 3 often seems like pain for the sake of pain. You don’t need to abuse Helena to get an emotional reaction from the audience or to advance the plot. These “Helena Must Suffer” plots gotta go, man.

I would have liked to have seen:

Behind the scenes Delphine. Not interacting with anyone, just alone, with her own thoughts and her own knowledge. Maybe finding something of Cosima’s in her apartment, maybe looking at herself in the mirror...

Some comment, maybe from Felix, about how Delphine already knows what Sarah looks like naked, before they shooed her out so Sarah could change. 

The entire conversation between Delphine and Alison, convincing her to come in and play Sarah in this precious scenario.

I’ve got questions:

How does Helena know what Alison’s backyard looks like?

Why did they put Helena in that box? More generally, why are they treating her like an enemy combatant?

How long has it been since the end of Season 2? At least 2 days, at a minimum, to give Delphine time to get to Frankfurt, get her hair and her attitude straightened out by Top Side, and come back. 

How does Rudy know so much about Sarah and her sisters?

How much mental fortitude did it take for Delphine to break off her relationship with Cosima? Who’s idea was it? Nealon mentions “not playing favorites,” but I get the impression Delphine knew before the episode started that she’d have to do this. 

What’s Marion’s role with Top Side, again? Ferdinand was sent by Top Side, and speaks of Marion in such as way that makes it clear she’s not in charge. Hell, what’s Delphine’s role with Top Side?

How did Delphine get Alison’s clone phone number? I think it’s safe to assume that Sarah gave Delphine her own number, but Alison’s? Half a season ago, Delphine wasn’t (apparently) aware of the clone phones. 

Did Sarah know how much Ferdinand would like getting his junk stepped on, or did she just really want to?

Are/ Were there also ~274 Castor clones?

Other notes:

Ari Millen’s performance as Rudy seems different here than in future episodes. He seems much crazier than in later episodes.

On my list of fanfiction I’ll write one of these days is a divergence fic in which Delphine:

(A) decides not to break up with Cosima outside Felix’s loft.

(B) still breaks up with her, but says “I love you, too” after Cosima tells her she loves her. 

Hello, product placement! Of course, Alison is totally the Apple type. I say, as I type this on a MacBook Air. 

During Ferdinand’s SUPER creepy interrogation of Alison-as-Sarah, he asks Sarah-as-Rachel about clone relationships in 50 years. Sarah replies, “I would hope we’d just be another person in the check-out line.” Little does she know that that’s exactly what Rachel Duncan actually wants. 

It’s a bad idea to piss off Delphine, but it’s a REALLY bad idea to piss her off by hurting Cosima.