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tartrazeen · 1 year ago

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Fae!Angus.

Fae. Angus.

BEST NEW MYSTIC KNIGHT IDEA.

For real - this has completely taken over my other head canons, and I've been thinking it over ever since @schimmelspore came up with it.

I love it.

It's the best of all worlds: it doesn't change anything about the first season, Angus can still play the "common peasant" part whenever he wants, and it adds so many other plotlines to the mix. It even fits with all my ideas for an impossible second season - it's great.

Now - I'm prone to being self-indulgent with stuff like this, so I wanna tone down the ideas I had in the last thread. The last thing I want is to bend the whole story around him (even though, hilariously, Angus was picking up a serious Second-In-Command role among the Mystic Knights in the later episodes, so I feel like the writers were bending the story to feature him as soon as Rohan was off dealing with his family drama or being in a coma 👀). So I've put a few restrictions on and googled a few other things.

1. I'm not super sure I like Angus being a prince anymore 🤣

He doesn't need to be. Great, 'cause it feels like cheating? To make him a super cool omg actual fae, and also a prince? We had the prince reveal with Rohan, and it is so much funnier picturing Deirdre trying to force Angus into uncomfortable, fancy clothes at boring, stuffy events, and Angus only putting up with it because she's his friend - because he's not expected to (because he's not a prince), and he is so not doing this as her subject. Technically, if he's a fairy, she's more on his land than anything uwu

I love it because none of the knights can refuse a royal command from Deirdre right now. Either they're all visiting royals who know how to respect the rule of this land's law, or they're peasants who've been raised to know their place. For Angus to not be a prince, but to no longer be subject to Kells' rule, it builds a really fascinating dynamic between the two of them. Deirdre's forced to interact knowing her crown is meaningless, which has never been the case before. It's always held some power over other people. And sure, Angus was always a bit flippant and careless when he spoke, but she had the authority to shut him up if she had to, so she allowed most of it. Now? She's got no authority.

It's like how she is with Aideen, only a hundred times worse: Aideen has always made it clear that she only does them favours as favours. Now, Deirdre's going to have to be hit with a moment where she insists Angus listen to her, just to realizes, "... Shit. He's a fairy. He doesn't actually have to." The episode where Fin Varra has to rule Kells for a day and tries to turn Angus (lol) into a Spriggen for insulting him, then realizes, "shit i don't have my powers"? That's how that moment's going to go. Every conversation is going to actually have to be a conversation now.

I wouldn't mind an episode about that, either. Aideen can get sick of them and fly off, and Angus (who's already prone to stomping off) can walk away from Deirdre too. Will he get thrown in jail? Sure, maybe! But then she's going to have to accept that the only reason Angus listens to her is because he doesn't want to be in jail. I'll get into stuff about magic in a sec - we already know Angus can pick a lock, so keep that in mind instead.

Imagine Deirdre does butt heads with Angus over the course of that episode, and that Angus starts digging his heels in more and more until he snaps and says he doesn't have to listen to her. "I'm a fairy. You wouldn't be telling Aideen what to do, so don't tell me."

She replies that she can't lock Aideen up for refusing a royal command. He says she wouldn't even try if she could, because Aideen's not her subject, and neither is Angus probably (😝). She's furious at his defiance and says, "You're not Aideen," basically threatening him with going to jail.

Angus goes, "Well, princess, then lock me up. It'll get as much out of me as yelling, but at least in there, I can have a nap."

And she does. She has to. She's a princess, and he can't talk to her like that. Maybe later, she feels awful about it; Rohan could've said something about friendship, or Cathbad about the little people, or her father about commanding one's friends, or even Aideen about how bossy Deirdre can be. So she goes to the jail to see Angus, who's relaxing in there, and tells the guards to let him out.

She's almost about to apologize, but Angus 'forgives' her before she can. Not smart, 'cause she's still hurt by how Angus was ignoring her. So she says she'll only let him out if he promises to listen to her from now on. He might be a fairy, but she's princess, and this is her castle.

And FUCKIN' ANGUS says:

"So it is. But like I've told Maeve in her castle -"

OH BITCH WHAT DID YOU SAY Deirdre explodes at the comparison, and says if he's going to treat her like the enemy - like Maeve - then he can just stay in the dungeon after all. Back in he goes, and off she stomps.

The rest of the episode can be a real soul-searcher for Deirdre. I'd want it to be more of a Deirdre episode than anything; Angus really isn't changing at the end of this. But Deirdre can now walk through her village or her castle and talk to people, trying to take her mind off how rude Angus was, and get into a situation where a peasant's a little rude to her. Maybe she breaks one of the wares of a travelling merchant, and the merchant yells for the guards to make her pay when Deirdre says she doesn't have any gold with her right now.

The guards show up, say that she's the princess, and the merchant says, "I don't care who she is, she broke my stuff!" And the guards - for this merchant's insolence - haul that merchant off to jail. Deirdre tries to intervene because she knows the merchant's technically right, but the guards say that it's always been against the law to insult a member of the royal family.

She says, "As a member of the royal family, I'm ordering you not to take this man to jail!"

And the guards say, "But if we don't, then we'll be breaking the law. And we'll be going to jail."

And she says, "But if you do, then..." And realizes she's kind of got everyone in a lose-lose situation.

The other Mystic Knights come up because they see Deirdre's in a bind, and Ivar purposely suggests that perhaps, the guards simply misheard what the merchant had said, and that the princess was letting them know about the mix-up. And Garrett just so happens to have some gold with him, which is enough to pay for whatever it was that Deirdre broke. And the merchant's about to protest this again, but there's Rohan with a Draganta Stare™ to shut that down. Everyone walks away, and Deirdre's left there with the others.

It's kind of her first chance to see how little power she actually has. Her crown puts even the people who are loyal to her at odds with her authority. The only reason no one went to jail now is because her friends knew what she wanted, and were able to help make it happen. It could be a neat way for these four to bond, especially if Rohan says maybe the reason he's never felt a prince is because no one's been afraid of him - unless they're on a battlefield. :)

The thought of people being afraid of her really sticks in her mind. She even says outloud, "People used to be afraid of Maeve." And that inspiration is enough to get her to go back to the jail and order the guards to let him out for real this time.

Before the guards actually do, Angus could thank her for her generous, merciful charity - and then say he's still not gonna do the thing she threw him in here for not doing. She can maturely take a deep breath at that, say she sees the error of her ways, and then say she cares too much about Angus as a friend to want him to only listen to her out of fear. She likes having his opinion on things. He's always had a unique way of seeing the world, even if it's hard to hear occasionally.

But.

Deirdre isn't some pushover. Maybe he's right that he doesn't have to listen to her. He isn't one of her subjects, and Kells is his home, not his prison. But this is her castle, and he should be listening to her as any good guest would. That's what Ivar and Garrett are doing - and Rohan too, in a way. And more than that... he should want to help her as her friend.

Angus, who's still in the cell right now, says it's hard to help someone as a friend when they treat you like a servant. Deirdre, for her part, can admit that, but says she has to be able to give orders. She's the princess. She doesn't even have a choice; sometimes by just exist, people are ordered to carry out the crown's will for her. It's smothering. Angus might be the one in the cell, but Deirdre's the one who feels trapped.

Angus - ummmm... points out again that he is in a cell.

Deirdre's about to be a mess, 'cause of course that sounds like Angus wasn't even listening now. But Angus cuts her off, finally relenting, and says, "Look. I'll make a deal with you: you get to be the princess giving everybody orders, and I'll be the fairy roaming the castle for fun. If you want something, ask. If I don't want to it, I won't. But if I want to do it, as a favour for my friend, then I will."

Deirdre says that doesn't sound fair to her. It basically seems like he isn't going to help her with anything.

Angus says no, he's not, if she can't ask and can only order it. But he also says she should have a little more faith in him than that. They are friends, and he's always helping her when she doesn't even realize it. For example -

He just opens the cell and walks out lol

She's surprised for a moment, but then slowly says, "Right. Magic."

Angus says, "No. Keys. :) I took 'em when you almost let me out the first time. But! But, but, but - I didn't use 'em 'cause I knew you'd be angry. So I stayed. As a favour to you. As my friend."

It's like a peace offering. Deirdre thinks about how to respond, and eventually takes the keys and hands them back to the guards. As her friend, she's going to generously, mercifully, and charitably order that everyone forgets Angus just did that. One of the guards might try to protest, since he quite literally stole the keys to his cell, but Deirdre will add that as part of her royal order, she wants everyone to forget the guards let him steal those keys. So that shuts them up, and they scurry off.

Angus, free again, finally apologizes for their fight. Deirdre shrugs and says it's proof that someone in Kells isn't afraid of her. Angus says he's terrified of her, and that's the real reason he stayed in the jail: protection. He can't imagine how red she'd be if she found out he'd escaped. Kells is his home, and he wants to be able to sleep in it with both eyes shut.

It's a fun story that'd simultaneously explain how Deirdre, Garrett and Ivar all adjust to Angus' newfound identity. Deirdre would have it the hardest, but the two would certainly appreciate the pain of having someone in their kingdom that they couldn't control. For Garrett, that would be his brothers. :/ For Ivar, it's his sister's pet dog.

There are still some adjustments needed for King Conchobar, since he's not really sure what to make of Angus now. He's pretty always treated Angus as "Rohan's funny friend who does crime and also my daughter wants to make out with him," and as a Mystic Knight, Angus is still going to follow those orders. It's more about coordination than commands, really. So the only questions Conchobar has is, "🤔 How much fairy magic are we talking about exactly?" and "I know he's not a king, but is he like... a noble now...? Or something? He's not living in the castle." And honestly, that second question is the status quo for the show lol Angus gets away with a lot so I don't really think much is going to change in how they talk to each other. It's more that Conchobar will now always ask what Angus can do whenever they make their battle plans. I'm debating how Angus would feel about that uwu

Speaking of magic...

2. I want his to be conceptually simple

The fae in this show can just sort of do whatever. They transform stuff, summon stuff, conjure stuff, enchant stuff, scry on stuff, predict stuff, fix stuff, and make illusions of stuff. Aideen does everything from "make pants out of grass" to "heal herself", seemingly only limited by size.

After googling some Irish mythology specifically so I didn't try to bastardize something that already exists, I saw two big themes:

Fairies use a lot of magic to purposely fuck with humans, both for fun and as revenge for being antagonized

Fairy magic can often be used to explain some human phenomena

As in, "Something bad happened, blame it on an encounter with a fairy."

The vibe I got is that if you mess with a fairy, even accidentally, there is a 1,000,000% chance that they will return to get your ass. If you don't mess with fairies, there's about a 30% chance. If you actively try to befriend fairies, there's a 50% chance, but there's also a 50% chance that it works and they're really niceys to you uwu

CASE IN POINT, THIS DAMN POST PUBLISHED EARLY AGAIN AND I WAS FREAKING ABOUT HAVING ACCIDENTALLY LOST THE ENTIRE DRAFT

WOW OKAY I BROUGHT THIS ON MYSELF, I GET IT, I'M SORRY

I will make local copies from now on 😭

I'm also gonna pick up from here 'cause 🤷🏽‍♀️ I wasn't finished, so sit tight

#mystic knights of tir na nog #my stuff #good job tartra

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boogey-edits · 4 months ago

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RUBBER

hi! this is an original story. i tried my best but i might lose motivation sometimes or the chapters might be short. so bare with me please. anyways, please read the warnings before starting.

WARNINGS: drugs, self h@rm, harmful thoughts, violence, suic!de, smoking, vaping, cussing, smut, and SA. please do NOT read if this will trigger anything for you. there are resources for help over google and pinterest. read with caution. if you are underage, i don't recommend this.

description: I snap the rubber band on my wrist. snap, snap, snap. And sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I snapped. If I just broke. Would it be how Milo snapped? Or something else. Fuck it. snap.

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People say things will get better. People say to just keep trying because everything will be amazing soon and that I won’t have thoughts that apparently normal people wouldn’t have. But what if things don’t get better? What if maybe I’m allegedly not normal? What am I made for in life then if I’m a sad, lonely bitch who cries at the bus stop next to the gas station while I wait to go home to my parents. My family isn’t awful, so I should be more grateful. I know it’s true, but why do I feel like no one cares or loves me? I’m trapped in this self-pity and it’s fucking exhausting. So what happens when I snap out of the rubber band holding me together? What happens when that band snaps? Do I commit suicide? Will I get better? Do I do something crazy like writing a song or some shit? It’s exhausting how my mind runs a thousand miles a minute. And how-

“Beatrix! Time for school!” My mom interrupts my thought process. I look down at myself and I’m not even ready for school. So, I reluctantly roll out of bed and brush my teeth as my mom waits. Sometimes I wonder how she’s so patient. I have no patience at all. I brush out my dyed ginger hair and ruffle up my bangs and short hair to add volume which my hair never has. Unfortunately, I was too tired to wash off my makeup last night and I don’t have time to redo it this morning, so it’s the school bathroom. I toss my makeup bag and wipes into my backpack and change into a baggy, vintage spiderman sweater I found in my closet with some jeans.

“BEATRIX!” My mom yells. I roll my eyes and grab my backpack, swinging it over my shoulder. “Coming mom.” I say, yelling back. I hopped down the stairs and put my shoes on before heading out to the car that my mom was getting back into from coming inside to yell for me. I get into the passenger side and set my backpack down. “How’d you sleep?” My mom asks, pulling out of the gravel driveway onto the regular, concrete road that my mom refuses to change the driveway to. “Fine, I guess.” I reply, not wanting to talk much. I felt guilty that it came out moody, I just don’t like talking to anyone. Ever. “Tone.” My mom reminds me which makes me roll my eyes. Surprisingly, she doesn’t yell at me and just keeps driving. I don’t focus much on the oak trees outside next to the road, or the stupid drivers that almost crash constantly. I focus on the thoughts running through my mind. The word “sorry” repeating through my mind as I think about how I responded to my mom. However, I don’t have the courage or responsibility to say it. So I stay silent in self-pity. I know it’s bad, but it’s a guilty feeling I have. And I just let it swallow me.

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Once we reach the smalltown school of Georgetown, Colorado, I get out, not bothering to say bye to my mom. I don’t know why I’m rude to her. I have no reason to be, I just am. And that’s definitely a bad habit I should talk to my counselor about. As if she doesn’t tell my mom everything. But the truth is, I’m such a fucking blabber mouth that I tell her everything and she tells my parents. I know they know, they just don’t say anything. They don’t call me insane for having these train of thoughts, they just don’t speak about it. But I hear them arguing about it, every day.

I walk through the school, looking around me at all the high schoolers that go to school with me. Let’s just say, I’m known for my anger issues. And no one likes an angry girl that apparently has nothing to be angry about. But I could name a billion reasons why I get angry at everything. But I don’t need to bitch to all of you about it. Finally, I see Milo and Cyrus. Me and Milo have been best friends since kindergarten. I hate his girlfriend though. And no, it’s not that I have a crush on him or some weird shit, I’m lesbian. But, his girlfriend has just been giving him a hard time. Pressuring him into drugs, cigarettes, all that shit that isn’t for high schoolers. Cyrus is my everything though. Her blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, short and tiny. She’d be every teen movie dream. But what if a girl who is definitely fucked up likes her? Because I’m practically on my knees for her. She’s just everything to me. Why don’t I go for it? I’m sure I’d accidentally break her heart. And she’s fragile. I don’t want that to happen to her, she doesn’t deserve it.

Of course, by the time I get over to them, the bell rings. So no time to talk to my friends then? That’s shitty timing. Cyrus looks a bit down by the bell ringing but shrugged. “We have our first period together anyways. Let’s just walk and talk.” Cyrus suggests. Instantly, I nod. Wait, was that too quick? Do I look like a fucking puppy following around it’s owner? Well that sucks. “Yeah, sure. By the way, I can’t make it to the mall after school. Grace wants me to go to the diner around the corner again.” Milo said. Originally, we had all made plans to go to the mall. Of course, there is no mall in Georgetown. But there are a lot of shops all right next to each other and everyone calls it, “Historic Georgetown”, but we just call it the mall. And, you guessed it, Grace is Milo’s girlfriend. So graceful he won’t break up with her toxic ass. But I guess we all have someone toxic that we’re attached to, right? “Uh, that’s fine. We’ll see if we can find anything you’d like.” I reply with a small smile even though I’m a bit pissed since we had already made plans. But Milo really loves Grace so I won’t get in the way of that despite my judgment on her.

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Jealousy. It’s an ugly feeling. I wouldn’t say that I want Milo to pay more attention to me because I like him, it’s just that his girlfriend is all he talks about now. He isn’t the same anymore and it’s worrying me. He’s stopped communicating when he’s usually a chatterbox that you’d have to slap tape over his mouth to shut him up, and he just always looks..empty. Not the same Milo I knew a year ago. I’m just worried about him. And I hope the drugs aren’t getting to his head, and that his girlfriend isn’t either.

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Hey everyone! I know that this is my first chapter and it’s not very long but I tried my best and I’m scared that if I close out of it, then I won’t work on it at all. But, thank you for reading this and if you have any ideas, please tell me.

#books #original character #original story #mental illness #mental health #depressing shit #tw depressing thoughts #anxi4ty

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iamshay · 2 years ago

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ho ho hoes be on my D***

I have been busy with other stuff. But I will address a lot of shit that went down in D10 Without filtering anything and share screenshots of staff behavior. How do these dick riders operate how do staff dick ride streamers show favoritism? so anyone reading Thick twice before they think they join D10 and think they will have a good experience. The whole city is full of clout chasers I want to sugarcoat it. I will Add the vods i record from my end cuz I know these bitch be delete their bullshit and just hiding behind their keyboard. I will leak all DMS of this guy trying to lie and crop his bullshit. I woke up to my name being dragged again. I will show the ticket screenshot of how staff higher-ups behave too. Bitches be deep into their feelings. I got screenshots from where ai begins too. I have collected so much this past week. FUCK THAT bullshit after staff action made me actually leak everything So you see their true color and how horrible people they are. I will also make my report on twitch and show them this link to my blog so they can see all screenshots of the fact they drag this witch hunt behavior and target me outside of the video game. They trying to false reports to twitch but twitch sees me all I do to defend myself. but in fact how they give these mocking me etc cuz of not American fall under hateful conduct. They got nothing on me but I do on them.

It's the holidays I am going to be busy with Christmas eve and new years eve. After I am home from my brother's place I might stay over extra days. I don't know yet. But once the holidays and new years eve are over I will come home and sit down. Transfer all screenshots back from my harder driver hud. It will take hours cuz it's a lot of them.

Merry Christmas lovely's

next year going to be good for me. I can't wait ngl. Save money and look at houses for purchase. Aim for a big house so save money like crazy. I am going to have my mom live with me. I will have a talk with her in the gathering all under contract cuz me and her fight a lot mostly she is starting the fire. So she don't just run away after a small argument but our fight ain't that bad she mostly has with my sister fact she runs to me each time they fight. With me I am more peaceful as long she gives me personal space room to cool off. I had month of personal space from her drama. I am ready to talk to her again now xD She knows that if she gives me space we are Gucci. But with another sister of mine can't say the same thing.

I am super hype about finally be a homeowner, my first-ever homeowner. Plus I will save like crazy to have a big house with a garden and more rooms. That mom can live and also help me pay the loan back til it ours fully. I rather pay back money for myself than a private apartment that is super shady. In my own house, I can do what tf I want right. Also, my brother going for sure help me remodel the garden he did his own garden. i will take picture of how it looks now. try to find an old picture of his garden and how it looked before

if my go live with me, I will set ground rules. ZERO drama. NO drama people are welcome in my home. I like having a peaceful home like I have a super chill apartment at my place. It's drama a free zone. She can't interfere with what I do with my life. I am 31 and an adult. She can have guests over but zero shady people are welcome in my home. That I know they are shady as fuck. She to naive kind for her own good. I am like my dad I read people well. I want my guest to have fun and kids can run around my house without anyone tell to be quiet. I don't tolerate rudeness to the kids.

I witness that each time my niece was over to my sister's home she yell at them to be quiet. They can run as much as they want til they get so tired and they will be quiet. I want my home to be a super fun experience for my beautiful niece and nephew I don't care if they break anything cuz things are placeable but they aren't. i am the fun aunty ofc I have boundaries. But if they play and run around if they are not being mean to each other I allow them to do whatever they want.

Growing up I didn't have time to be a child I was in a war zone I had to grow up fast. I want my beautiful niece and nephew to have a better childhood than I had. and allow them to be children as much as they have. Cuz one day they adult that when life hits them hard. i want them to carry good life experiences they can carry with them to handle tough life better. There will be a lot of ground rules set in my household. I am trying to carry my dad's legacy and how fun he was when he gather the family around and everyone had fun. Trying to keep that alive. if nobody can respect my boundaries they got go out of my house. Family or not.

You will face many defeats in life, but never let yourself be defeated.

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dual1pa · 2 years ago

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anti-flirt

(based on a request!)

fic contents: jealous steve, S M U T, praise kink, spitting, swearing, unwanted flirting

steve harrington x reader (with she/her pronouns)

have a fic idea? send it over and let me write it for you!

she found herself in the romantic comedy section of the store. she hummed the song that played softly on the speakers of the Hawkins Family Video.

little does she know, her boyfriend, Steve, keeps a close eye on her. not that she couldn't handle anything herself, he's just protective over her, and she knows it.

she glances over at the check-out part of the store and sees steve smiling at her. god, she loves him so much. she blows him a kiss and continues to put away the copies of 'sixteen candles.'

the bell rings, alerting the staff that a customer has entered the store. he was tall, brunette, and about her age. steve watched him as he walked through the aisles, discovering new, old, and familiar movie titles. eyeing his girlfriend, he walked over to her and asked her a question he couldn't hear.

"so, what are you renting these days?" he asked her.

she ignored his flirty tendencies and acted like a normal customer, "well, i like romantic comedies and also a little horror as well. if you have a girl at home, i recommend sixteen candles. it's cute."

"what if i want you to be that girl at my home?"

she forced a laugh, "you'd have to look elsewhere as i'm taken," she pushed her cart and walked to the next aisle, hoping that he was finished trying to win her over as if that could ever happen.

"oh come on, there has to be something i can do to get you to forget about your boyfriend," he urged.

she shook her head, "i don't think so," she looked over at steve, who was still eyeing her. he knew that look, he made his way over and put his arm around her and kissed her cheek.

"is everything okay over here?"

"yes, i was just helping this customer find a movie for his girlfriend."

"well, i was hoping this one right here would come home with me tonight," he winked, completely disregarding that her boyfriend was standing right next to her.

"the only person she is coming home with is me, man. so i suggest you get the fuck out of here."

the guy scoffed and walked out.

"steve, steve. it's okay."

"no, it's not okay. that guy is an asshole and he didn't care that i was standing right fucking here," he yelled, she shushed him to keep his voice down.

she tried to calm him, but nothing seemed to work.

"robin! we're taking our 15," she yelled.

she took him outside to the back of the store. no one ever comes back here only to take out the trash during the evening. it was midday. he leaned up against the wall and combed his hand through his hair.

"you know that you're the only one i love right, some asshole isn't going to take me out of here. the only person im going home with tonight—and every night i might add—is you, baby."

"i know, sweetie," he takes her hand and brings him into his body, "you know how protective i am over you and i hate when assholes like him come in and try to steal you from me."

"i know. i know, but no one is going to steal me from you, she took his cheeks in her hands. his hands snaked around her hips, "hey, do you know how many girls come in here. i see the way they look at you."

"please, the only person im looking at is you. i'm so glad you work with me."

"i should be thanking you for getting me this job, it get's my parents off my ass, at least till the fall when they beg me to go to college."

"do you want to go to college?"

she sighs, "i think i do. i think it's the right thing to do. could really get better paying jobs with a degree. i guess i have some time to think about it. but don't think for a second i would just go away to school and leave you."

"didn't think you would sweetheart," he smiled, leaning in closer to your lips, "my girl."

"my steve," she responds.

their lips finally touched, pretending that they were elsewhere other than work. his hands traveled from her hips to her ass as he squeezed the flesh. all she wanted to do was tear his clothes off and have her way with him, but to have sex in the back of their job wasn't really on their list on where to fuck.

"c'mon, our third 15-minute break of the shift is over," she pulled him back into the store to finish their shift.

after their long shift, steve rented out a movie for the couple to watch at his place, since his parents were gone... again.

they went up to his room and got changed out of their gross work clothes as steve went to put them in the wash. as he walked back in his bedroom, he watched in awe, with a little bit of lust, as she put on a pair of sleep shorts and one of steve's shirts.

he laid down on his bed to watch her unwind for the day. she had to wipe the minimal makeup off her face and use proper face wash to get rid of the oils and dirt.

barefoot, she walked over to steve's side of the bed to climb on top of him. his hands pushed her shirt up to feel her skin. she could read jealousy all over his face from that unwanted flirting she received from that guy.

"hey," she kissed his lips, "what's on your mind?"

his head hit the back of his bedframe, "that jerk that flirted with you today. i don't know why it's still bothering me."

"because you're a protective boyfriend and i admire you for that," she began to kiss down his bare chest to tease him a bit, "i would get jealous too if a girl was flirting with you at work. it would turn me into an anti-flirt, if you ask me."

He questioned, "anti-flirt?"

"yeah. if someone was flirting with me and I didn't like it, it would make me not like the idea of flirting, because that one person ruined it for me," she giggled, "but of course, when you flirt with me it would turn me right back to pro-flirting."

"come here," he pressed his lips together for her to come back up to kiss him.

she did as she was asked, feeling his tongue enter her mouth. when she was lost in thought of him, he took the opportunity to flip her over so he was on top. he continued his assault on her lips, deepening the kiss. his hand snaked down to her clothed center to tease her a bit. she grinded against his tough, desperately wanting more.

her hands brushed through his hair, moaning in his ear, "you're the only one i want steve, the only person who could make me feel this good."

"i love when you praise me," his thumb pressed harder on her covered clit.

he moved her clothes to the side to reveal her soaking center, "all for me."

"all for you steve, only you baby."

he quickly took himself out of his boxers and pumped himself a few times before lining himself up to her aching, desperate entrance. he looked at her for permission, when she nodded. he pushes himself in.

god, she was so in love with him. he knew how to take care of her: emotionally and sexually. her hands wrapped around his neck to bring his lips down against her neck. he bit down on her neck and then used his saliva to soothe the bite mark. he pushed her shirt up to tease her breasts a little bit, slightly pinching her nipples. her back arched as she felt herself getting closer and closer to her climax.

he steadied himself on his forearms to look down at her without putting too much weight on her. he sped up his pace, desperately chasing his high. his thumb found her clit and pressed harsh circles on the sensitive nerve.

she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. he knew what she wanted. he pinched her mouth and spit right on her tongue. she closed her mouth and swallowed. fuck, he didn't even know he had (or she) had all these kinks before meeting one another. their sex life really brought out the freaks in them.

"harder, steve, harder," she threw her head back after taking over rubbing her own clit. he slapped her hands away, holding them above her head as he did all the work down there. he could feel herself reach her climax as her walls squeezed on his cock.

"that's it babygirl," he moaned out.

She groaned, screaming out his name before twitching on his body, letting him know that she was overstimulated. he came inside her shortly after and stayed in until he grew soft, flipping over so he was lying next to her.

"that was amazing, steve," she rested her head on his chest, "still jealous?"

"not anymore, babe. not anymore."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #joe keery #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagines #st4

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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Your Boy, No?

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: You can't stand seeing Jungkook with another girl, so you give him a piece of your mind in a stranger's bedroom by becoming his outlet of sexual frustration.

warnings: losing virginity, riding, degradation

a/n: jungkook's character is not exactly submissive, so i added my own twists to this request. i hope you don't mind @madygswich c:

word count: 2.5k

You can't stop pouting. Holding back tears when seeing a woman perched up on Jungkook's lap while they make out has proven to be difficult, but you're trying. It hurts your heart; hell, you're aching everywhere. It doesn't take a genius to know he's doing it to get a reaction out of you when his eyes are throwing daggers at you with his tongue down another girl's throat.

Following Jungkook around like a lost puppy isn't ideal, especially at a frat party. He never gives you the time of the day if it's not out of menace, but you aren't willing to give up on him. It's just not possible when you are so in love with him, and so fucking jealous.

More than Jungkook, you're mad at the girl. You want to rip her heart out, make her suffer for ever touching the love of your life. You're becoming irrational, mentally cussing her out for being a whore while you stop yourself from breaking down in a house filled with horny young adults. You don't know a single person here, and you have to deal with your pent up emotions all by yourself.

You choke out a sob when Jungkook starts kneading the girl's ass shamelessly with her skirt hiked up to her back. They're being so inappropriate in the kitchen of a stranger's house, while you can't even take a sip from your spiked drink in the bustling living room. You abruptly stand up and throw away your plastic cup when Jungkook's hand disappears elsewhere, and you have an idea of what he's about to do. You march over to him, looking absolutely tiny next to the overbearing college students and you don't notice Jungkook's sinister smile as he watches you fume.

"Let go," you sound hoarse, and not at all intimidating when you push the girl off of his lap. She stumbles at the force, but you pay no mind to her confusion as you pull Jungkook up by his arm to drag him away. You think it's the anger and adrenaline giving you so much strength, but it's Jungkook amusing himself by allowing you to take him upstairs.

"This isn't a therapy session, little girl," he yells over the music, "I didn't come here to listen to you cry."

You huff and let a single tear slip before harshly wiping it away. When you reach the hallway, you enter the first bedroom you find. It's occupied by a foreplaying couple, but you're driven as you hiss, "Out!"

They leave at your demand, and you're confusing a lot of people tonight. Jungkook is surprised by your sudden aggression, but he doesn't stop with his remarks, "the chihuahua's gone mad."

"Shut up, Jungkook!" you whirl around angrily to face him. "How could you do that to me?!"

He quirks a brow. "Do what to you? I'm sorry, am I the one who forcefully brought you here? Am I tripping or are you?"

You push at his chest, "you're a fucking whore! Tonguing a girl in front of everyone, in front of me?"

His shoulders shake in silent laughter and you cross your arms when he starts cackling loudly. The music is drowned out and muffled behind the door, but it's nothing compared to how hysterically Jungkook is laughing.

"What's so funny?" you ask lamely. He throws his head back as he clutches his stomach, and you're starting to get annoyed. You push him on the bed, but he's still laughing. "Quit it already," your voice wavers, but you don't back down as you smack his chest. You place your knees on both sides of his hips to limit his movement and cover his mouth to shut him up.

His crescent eyes turn intense instantly as he glares at you under his hooded lids. He exerts only a tiny bit of his energy into pushing your hand away and you weakly collapse on him. It's foul play to compete with his muscles, and you realize he can snap you in half if he wanted to regardless of your rush of adrenaline.

You sit back up as he lowly speaks, "The fuck's it to you? I wanted to fuck her, and I was going to until you stepped in as if you're my girlfriend. Tell me why I shouldn't go back to her right now." He clasps his hands under his head, making himself comfortable with your weight pressing against his crotch.

"You know why," you huff with a frown, and you look so cute in the dim lighting with your baggy knitted sweater bunching up on the sleeves, sitting on his bulge with so much innocence in your expression. He's smitten, but it doesn't show in his cold stare. "I'm your girl, and I won't tolerate you messing around with other women. It's slutty!" You slightly bounce for emphasis, but your knee-length skirt hides your actions. Jungkook feels it with you, and his eyes trail down to your lower region.

"My girl?" he parrots with a raised brow. He gazes back into your eyes. "You do my homework."

"I don't care. I love you," you plead pathetically, "please say you love me back."

"Wasn't I a whore just a second ago?"

"You were! Apologize to me," you harshly yank his head back by his hair. He doesn't react in the slightest, so you softly add, "please."

"Oh little girl," he sighs, "are you really trying to dominate me right now?"

"I am dominating you. Promise me you won't kiss another girl like that again. I won't forgive you a second time."

"Yeah? What's my loss?"

"Well, you're lazy in school," you bluntly state, "and no one loves you like I do. No one would try to cater to you like I do. I'd do anything for you, Kookie." You tug down your skirt to take it off and plop back down on him before saying, "Including sex. You can only use me for your sexual needs."

He's enamored by your words, but he doesn't dare share it with you. Instead, he thrusts upwards and you yelp when you jump. "Go on then," he says nonchalantly. "Show me how much of a slut you are."

"U-Um, okay," you stutter and start unzipping his black denim jeans. You've seen a lot of porn videos to make sure you were prepared for the next step with Jungkook, but you have no experience with penetration.

And he realizes that rather quickly when you're so meek with your actions. With a groan, he asks, "You're not a fucking virgin, are you?"

"I've been saving it for the right guy," you answer with offence. This is a special occasion, and you want him to take it as seriously as you do. But it's definitely not a good idea to be snarky with him when you can barely remember the steps for safe sex. "Do you have a condom?"

"It's in my pocket," he grumbles and points at his front without taking it out himself. You're excited and nervous as you tear the wrapper and take out the preservative. You have no idea how to put it on, but you're topping so you clumsily push down his briefs. Jungkook is surprisingly throbbing under you, and you blush at the sight of his erection.

He stops himself from teasing you and saying that the girl from earlier gave him this boner, but he doesn't want to be cruel yet. It's your first time, and truthfully, he jacks off to thought of you too often anyway. He can handle being somewhat nice by staying quiet, but that doesn't mean he would teach you how to put on a condom.

You slip it on with little struggle, and don't waste any time in positioning his cock in your entrance. Before he can stop you, you sink down on his length with a painful moan. He wants to tell you that losing your virginity in this position is the most painful, but instead he groans, "Holy shit, how are you so fucking tight?"

It hurts so fucking bad. Your tear ducts are like clockwork as they water instantly, but you lower yourself down to the hilt anyway. You're quite literally sitting on his cock as you try to catch your breath because God, you're in so much pain.

"Fuck, are you okay?" he asks, but he's more worried about controlling himself from fucking into you before you can adjust. It's difficult, but he's trying.

"Jungkook," you whimper quietly with your eyes screwed shut, "it hurts."

"You're so fucking dumb for doing this, but you feel so fucking good," he pants as he holds your hips.

"Thank you," you muster out in a breath. A few seconds pass until the pain starts to numb, and you move against him very slowly. Your walls are stinging, but it feels like Heaven for Jungkook who you clench down on.

"Go up and down," he instructs with a bit lip. He tries to move your hips, but you're resisting in fear of another shock of pain. "Come on!"

"Can you wait?" you hiss through clenched teeth.

He's trying to rile you up when he says, "Sana wouldn't take this fucking long."

And it works, because you bounce once. "Don't say her name!"

He groans at your tightness, and he can't believe how wet you are. You're dripping on him, and he curses himself for holding back because of your hopeless romance. He can't entertain your conservative way of going on about this any longer, so he continues, "She would have made me cum by now, but this prissy princess can't even get a move on."

It's almost pathetic how one push from Jungkook makes you start moving, and it feels less uncomfortable to hop up and down against his pelvis. The filthy sound of slapping skin mixing with the generic radio music is making you feel so slutty because it's so stereotypical, but when Jungkook moans, it brings heat all over your body. You take your sweater off when sweat begins to cumulate on your temples, and he commands, "Take off your bra too."

He's thrusting into you as you unclasp the black material, freeing your breasts as he finds his new eyecandies. You are so pretty, your nipples are so hard, and your cunt sucks him in so perfectly. It almost upsets him when he realizes how much pleasure he's deprived himself of; the amount only you seem to be able to provide, because it's beyond physical intimacy.

"Good girl," he exhales and gently slams into you with his hands fondling your tits. You smile coyly through your tears, and he asks, "Does it still hurt?"

You contemplate for a second, because you don't feel the best yet, but you don't want to disappoint Jungkook either. "I-It doesn't," you lie.

Jungkook mentally rolls his eyes; he really wants to believe you so he can chase his high, but he sees right through you. He slaps your tit without mercy and chastises you, "don't lie. I thought this was your little moment of control."

"I'm sorry," you pout as you slowly ride him.

"Another lie," he slaps your other tit more harshly and you yelp.

"I'm not lying!" you plead and hasten your pace, desperate to sell your lie. It's working, because you're starting to feel a knot in your stomach the more you adjust.

He moans with you, and you lose yourself when he stills your hips and begins to fuck you himself. It's rough, loud, and the pain is your pleasure. His balls slap against your skin as he easily slides in and out of you with the help of your arousal. Your love dawns on him when you're so turned on for him without any foreplay, and he's on cloud nine because nothing can compare to being inside you.

The setting is so unlike you, fucking in someone's bedroom with a bunch of people behind the unlocked door who can barge in at any given moment, but he finds it so sexy. You only care about being with him, and you really do look like his slut now.

His hands start holding onto your ass, kneading it until it turns red with his fingerprints, and he demands you to kiss him. You're out of it, your ears are ringing and you can only moan out his name, but you can't bear to ignore him. Your lips fall on his, and the kiss is sloppy with his tongue all over your mouth. You can't keep up, but your chest swells with pride when you realize how needy he is for you. He goes as far as to spit in your mouth, and you swallow it without hesitation.

"You want me to play with your clit?" he murmurs against your lips, and his voice sounds so airy and melodic to your ears. "Hm? Want me to make you feel good, little slut?"

You whine without a clear response because his lips feel so soft and wet, and that's the only thing you can focus on. All you want to do is kiss him and he doesn't stop you from doing so, but you're even more overwhelmed when he starts touching you while penetrating you. "No," you whimper, "I'll cum."

"A slut can take it," he grunts and rubs your clit faster, and you come undone all too soon. You moan loudly as you tremble, shaking as he rides out your high with a pinch to your clit. You're numb when you collapse on top of him, but he's relentless with his thrusts. He's using your body as you intended, and he's vocal with his pleasure and teasing climax. It's remarkable how he holds you up when you've gone limp and still fucks you just as hard.

You want to record his voice when he starts to whine pathetically, but you have no energy left within. He's panting in your ear, and it's not long before his hips fall on the mattress with a sigh. He's surprised by how powerful his orgasm was, as he fills the condom with his release instantly. His cock is still nestled inside you as both of you recover from your climax.

"Get off," he taps your thigh, and he pushes you off when you don't obey immediately. Your spell has worn off as he starts to dress himself. "I'm going back to the dorms." You listen to him with your mind in a haze. "Unless you want to get raped on your way without me, get the fuck up now."

"Can you carry me please?"

He shrugs and swings your arm over his shoulder, picking up your body with ease. He collects your clothes in his hand, but doesn't hand them to you as he steps out of the room.

"W-Wait, Jungkook, I'm naked-"

"You're my girl, no? Be a good slut and shut the fuck up."

Dangling off his shoulder with your bare tits pressed against his back, you close your eyes and drift off on the way to campus.

Boyfriends typically drop their girlfriends off anyway, right?

#bts scenarios #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts imagines #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #jjk smut #jungkook imagines

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givemeyourcrunchbars · 4 years ago

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Sequestered

Fern x f!reader

If there are any warnings I need to add, please let me know :)

The weight of the crown on your head was too much to bear today. You gently set it down onto the grass, next to you in the shade of the giant oak trees above you.

If someone were to ask you what it's like to be a princess, you would say it's a curse. For the past 15 years you've been raised, your father was stern and barely paid any attention to you. Suffering from neglect, you slowly watched him become more and more corrupt with power, forcing the entire kingdom to stay within its walls. As far as the common people knew, the outside was a mysterious place not to be messed with.

That's what power does to people. To have all these abilities at your hands, is a great responsibility. But most rulers toss those away, like a bag of trash being disposed into the garbage can.

You sighed, gazing across to the opposite side of the clearing you were sitting in. You raised your head to look up at the sky. Oh, what I would do to have a different life...

The rustling of leaves caught your attention. You gasped, quickly backing away into the shelter of the trees. Dad can't catch me being here!

"Hey."

You froze as relief washed over you. It wasn't your father.

You weren't allowed to leave the kingdom. Finding loopholes wasn't easy, so you didn't know what you'd do if he found out.

Carefully, you stood up, squinting at the figure standing at the opposite end of the meadow. Slowly, they- or it- stepped into the sunlight. You recognized him from your past adventures. Fern the Human.

"Hi," you replied warily. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know," he said. "Just exploring." Fern wore the same expression he did normally, a blank set of eyes and his mouth set in a straight line.

You nodded, your eyes darting around the clearing, at anything but him. You rarely interacted with outsiders, especially since you weren't allowed outside of your kingdom. So you didn't know how to act. All your social skills started chipping away because you were forced to stay inside all the time. "Princess duties".

"I haven't seen you around here before," the grass boy remarked. "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" I repeated. That was a good question. Every single decision I've had to make and every emotion I've had was decided for me. So much so, that I wasn't sure there was any "me" left.

"I'm Y/N," you replied. Fern tilted his head.

"Where are you from?"

"Um." You struggled to find the words. He couldn't know about the kingdom, or else you would find yourself kicked out. What was even the purpose of telling him? It could only end badly. His curiosity would get the better of him, driving him him to see the kingdom for himself. Would Fern even try to save us?

Even though you wanted to rescue your people badly, the thought of them roaming around aimlessly in the Land of Ooo scared you. They barely knew anything about the outside, and the only information they did know altered their perspective to think of it in a bad light. Besides, what could Fern do to help? He's just one person.

"It's none of your business," you ended up blurting out. "I have to go." Your father wanted you home for the evening anyway. For what, he didn't say.

You turned away before you could hear Fern's reply, dashing off into the dense forest.

Taking a deep breath, you began to form an image of a raven inside your mind. Shapeshifting was still something you weren't good at. You were supposed to follow a certain set of rules as a princess, one of which being that you couldn't shapeshift into your raven form in the presence of other people. It was seen as impolite.

Focus on shapeshifting! You commanded yourself. Finally, you were able to fly, ruffling your wings a bit. You missed being able to soar.

"Wait!" Fern's voice yelled from behind you, his footsteps trodding through the layers of leaves on the forest floor. You sighed, flapping up to the tree tops and taking off. A feeling of dread gradually grew in your chest, facing the reality that you had to go back to your secluded life, with people that ignored and misunderstood you.

As the dark green leaves of the forest zoomed by beneath your feet, you began to wonder whether you should've listened to what Fern had to say. Eh, it probably wasn't important.

Directing your thoughts back to your destination, you vowed to come back to your happy place as soon as possible. It helped clear your head. Hopefully, Fern won't be there next time. The idea of talking to people made you uncomfortable. The people that you've trusted in the past have all either broken your trust, or just didn't care about you at all.

There's a crown here in the bushes, Fern observed, lifting the heavy piece of gold. It was a big ring, with an arm extending upwards, holding a small, rugged black crystal. Interesting.

Turning it over in his hands, something strange caught his eye. A carving on the back of the crown. It was barely illegible, but Fern could make out one name. Y/N.

"Where is your crown?" The Raven King hissed angrily. "The suitors are already here!"

"I don't know, Dad!" You frantically racked your mind, trying to remember where you had left it. A princess' crown was a part of her, as a role model and a symbol. But this time, it represented worth.

"Why are you making me marry someone I don't even know anyway?" You hurriedly glanced at your father, brows furrowed. Your father had invited a group of suitors to compete for your hand in marriage. They desired only the princess' heart, but it wasn't true love, like what you dreamed of as a child. They just wanted land, wealth, and power. Marrying you was their key to a happy life. Without your label as a princess, they would have no opportunity at all.

"You know very well why!" Your father growled. "This is going to be beneficial for the kingdom! Don't you want me to prosper?"

You started walking down the spiraling staircase that lead to the main hallways, unable to stay calm any longer. "I want the people to prosper," you replied, sending a spine-chilling glare to your father behind you. Before he could respond, you stomped away, into the main hallway where a line of antsy suitors stood waiting.

You definitely have a thing for walking out on people.

"Heya, Fern!" A boy wearing a worn, dual-toned green backpack greeted Fern, holding open the door that had separated the two just moments before. "Jake just made some meatloaf! Want some? It has your favorite- I mean our favorite garnishes." Finn grinned.

"No thanks," Fern replied, distracted. His eyes wandered all around the giant treehouse that stood over him, almost menacingly. Despite what Fern wanted to think, there was something about it that made him uneasy. When he thought of the treehouse, he thought of Finn, which in turn caused him to obsess over the fact that he wasn't Finn. Then who was he?

"No probs." Finn sounded a little disappointed, but cheered up when Jake called out that the meatloaf was ready from somewhere inside the house.

"By the way, can I ask you something?" Fern asked, taking something out of his backpack, which tumbled to the ground, causing him to groan in frustration. Finn turned back to his grassy friend while taking a plate of food from the unseen Jake. "What's up?"

He gasped when he saw the golden crown gleaming in the sunlight. "That belongs to one of the princesses!" He picked it up and handed it back to Fern.

Fern nodded, stowing it in his backpack. "I found it in the forest near Tree Trunks' house. I think this girl dropped it," he said.

"Whahf girl?" Finn said, trying to chew meatloaf at the same time. "PB? Fire Princess? Slime P?"

"No." Fern shook his head. "I've never seen her before, and honestly," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "She was scared of me." He sounded frustrated, his voice trailing off.

"Dude-"

"Why doesn't anything ever work out?!" Fern said in anguish. He curled his fingers in and out of his palm, trying to release the tension trapped in his mind.

"Calm down, dude," Finn exclaimed. "I can help you find her, don't worry! I've never seen this crown before either, so we can go together." He placed a hand on Fern's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"No!" Fern protested. "I wanna do it myself," he said, softer. "Can you just tell me how to find her?"

Finn looked taken aback for a second at his grassy friend's outburst, but nodded regardless. "You can ask the Candy People and the other kingdoms, they probably know who owns that crown." He handed Fern a map of the Land of Ooo, sketched out on a yellowed piece of paper.

Saying their goodbyes, Finn left Fern on his solo quest to find the mysterious princess.

The long and chaotic day was finally over. You sank down to the floor, your back against the door to your room. You stared at the king-sized bed. I hate this. I hate everything.

After you left your father standing on the stairs, you had awkwardly walked into the main hall. But that must have been the last straw for your father, because he still didn't join you, even after five minutes. He ended up sending a replacement to accompany you after a long time of waiting. You wished that the suitors didn't keep glancing at the spot where your crown was supposed to sit while you stood with your hands clasped in front of you, staring at the doorway your father was going to follow you through.

I still have to get the crown back, you thought. Where did I leave it? The only place I would've lost it would be... Then you realized. The clearing! Of course! Oh no, I have to go there right now!

You raced over to the small window in your bedroom, peeking your head out. Seeing practically no one outside, you transformed into your raven form and hopped on the windowsill. Suddenly, an object was hurled at you from below. Looking down, you saw a small child chucking pieces of corn at you.

"Get out of there, you stupid crow!" He yelled. Close enough.

You carefully flapped your wings, flying high above the kingdom. As soon as you were out of reach, the child gave up trying to knock you out of the sky and returned to his home, resuming the quiet atmosphere the kingdom always held during evenings.

Night had almost fallen over Ooo when you finally arrived at your meadow. Landing in the spot where you had sat earlier that day, you turned back into a human and rummaged through the bushes for your long lost crown. As the minutes ticked by, you began to grow more frustrated. Where is it?! If I lose it forever, I'm done for.

"Huh?" You said out loud. Prying apart the branches of a blueberry bush, you found a few grass blades attached to the rough leaves, reminding you of Fern. You stood up. Why not just see if Fern had it? He wasn't the scavenger type, but something as mysterious as an unknown princess' crown was sure to fascinate him.

Ugh, the sun is setting. You sighed in defeat, vowing to visit Fern the next day to take back the circlet. Another day that's ending, another gloomy morning to look forward to. But this time, you had a mission to accomplish.

#adventure time fern x reader #adventure time #fern x reader #adventure time x reader

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mackenziebrooks · 4 years ago

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I'll Prove It To You

Summary: After getting together recently. The reader has to go on a mission with Luck and Magna. Before the reader leaves, she overhears Captain Yami and Asta talking. The conversation that she hears lingers in her head the entire time she is gone on the mission. Which makes the reader not able to focus on the tasks.

Pairing: Asta x reader

Warnings: cute, angst, dark content, yelling, cussing, fluff, mentions of Asta’s demon, overly protective Asta, sad, crying, sick, tears, the reader gets hurt, hurt, injuries, angry Asta, mention of the word sex, Yami and Asta have a talk, mention of the word hickey, heartfelt confessions, comfort,

Word count: 6,563

A/N: Here is a fic of everyone’s sweet emerald green-eyed boy, Asta. I also want to give credit to (Genn). We both gave our inputs into this story and I needed to give her credit. I would feel bad if I took it all and I know I shouldn’t. Hope everyone likes it. (If I need to add anything to the wanting list let me know).

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“Shit! Asta you idiot! I am going to be late!”, you yelled as you jumped out of bed and started to get your gear on.

Asta looked over the clock and cursed under his breath, he got up and started rambling around for his clothes. He spoke, “Don’t put this all on me Y/n! It’s just as your fault as mine”.

You slipped your squad robe over your head and opened the door, running down the hallway towards the living room of the base. Asta was right behind you, putting his headband on and trying his best to keep up.

You had to leave for a mission this morning with Luck and Magna, Captain Yami told you to be in the living room at exactly nine o clock. Well...you had three minutes to make it there in time. Maybe having sex with Asta the night before you had a mission to go on was not the best idea, but you couldn’t take last night back. Hell, you didn’t want to take it back. It was the best night of your life. Because Asta and you got together recently.

You just hoped that Luck and Magna didn’t leave without. Nah they wouldn’t. Yami is smart enough to not let them leave on a mission alone.

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Asta and you showed up exactly at nine o clock. The moment you two walked into everyone’s sight landed on you guys. They could see the various hickeys on Asta’s and your neck. Knowing exactly what you two did last night.

Captain Yami was sitting on the couch with a cigarette in his mouth. He took a puff and exhaled the smoke into the air. He spoke “Well it’s nice for the two lovebirds to finally join us”, with a chuckle.

Asta and you gulped a little and sat down in your respective seats, waiting for Captain Yami to explain the missions for today. Captain Yami spoke “For most of you, today will be patrolling around the kingdom. Vanessa and Charmy. You’ll take care of the skies. Gauche, Noelle, and Finral, you’ll take the streets. Magna, Luck, and Y/n. You three are going on that mission to a village a few miles from here to look around. Asta, you’ll be sticking with me for the day”.

The whole squad said “Yes sir”, and they all went their separate ways to go get their jobs done. Luck, Magna, and you stayed behind for a bit. To make sure you have everything you need before setting off for your mission. While getting everything together, Captain and Asta walked in talking. Captain Yami said, “I told you not to make Y/n late and what did you do? You almost made her late. Also, didn’t I say that she was off-limits”.

Asta could only just stand there and look at Yami, biting his lip to keep himself from lashing out at his mentor. In his head, his demon was raising hell saying things like “I’ll do whatever I want” and “She is mine Yami! Mine!”

Asta however, only could say “I was just being nice. I can’t help it that I have feelings for Y/N. I also can't help that shit got out of control and things happened last night”. Captain Yami pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, this kid is going to be the death of me. That is what went through Yami’s head. Yami said, “Kid, I don't care. I told you to not mess with her and you disobeyed my order. Therefore you are staying here today and not going on this mission”.

Hearing everything, Luck, Magna, and you just kept quiet. You three didn’t want to get on Captain’s bad side either. Yet, you felt bad. You made Asta go against the rules of Yami. Something that the squad knows not to do. Asta didn’t seem to care, he had feelings for you and he was going to make you see them. He loved you and cared about you so much.

You were about to walk over to talk to him about the whole conversation, but Luck called “Y/n!, let’s get going. Magic Knights always get a head start”. All you could do was look at Asta and you just say “I’ll talk to you later Asta, see ya”, then you headed out the door to go on your mission.

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The moment you walked out of your door, Asta felt like absolute shit. He thought he could finally have happiness in his life, and it’s already starting to be taken away from him.

The patrolling with Yami, Asta is just standing there all quiet. He wasn’t his happy self, he was just gloomy. He only gave Yami nods and small answers to his questions. If Asta saw anyone he knew, he would make small talk with them. When they ran into Yuno, Asta stood there and kept quiet. Yuno could tell something was bothering his rival/best friend. Yuno even said, “Asta...you can always talk to me if something is bothering you”. Asta could only nod and spoke, “Yeah...I know Yuno...thanks”.

Asta may be faking smiles on the outside, the demon was festering on the inside. He was growing more and more intense through the whole thing. The demon wanted Asta to just go off on Captain Yami, not think one second for the use of his words. Asta pushed him back and kept himself at bay. He was not going to do that to the person who saw so much potential and gave him a chance. Gave him a home.

Charmy tried making him sweets to cheer him, Asta would take them but he wouldn’t eat them. Vanessa would try her best to talk to him, Asta didn’t want to talk. Asta only wanted you. Captain Yami was starting to feel bad for what he had said to his little pupil. He didn’t mean to say it the way he did, he just wanted you to turn out like the rest of them.

Yami would sit beside his ash-blonde kid and say “Kid, I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it like that, I just...wanted to keep Y/N out of harm's way is all. I hope you can forgive me, kid. Oh, and you have permission to date Y/n, even if you did break my rules”.

Asta would half-smile and least take the apology from Captain Yami. He would reply “Thanks Captain and I forgive you, you were just trying to protect us”. Asta knew he couldn’t stay mad at Captain forever, because he’d never know if they had to work together if something dangerous was to happen.

Asta wanted to know “Did you truly want him still after all of this?”

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You on the other hand were questioning everything. Was the love Asta and you had even real? Did Asta love you or was it just to prove to Yami that he doesn’t listen?

Yami’s words kept playing over and over again in your head. You couldn’t get them out. You had to get them out. You had a mission that you needed to focus on. Magna brought you out of your thoughts by saying “Hey! Cheer up Y/n, it’s all okay. Yami does this all the time. Don’t be so upset about it”.

Luck would come up and put an arm around your shoulders and say “Yeah! We have a mission that needs to be taken care of. So we need to be focused”.

Just as you are about to speak, (some type of magic) get thrown at you three. Magna deflected it away with ease and said “Looks like you have to be focused a lot more sooner Y/N”. Luck quickly took his arm off of your shoulder and stood ready. You let your grimoire out of your slash and follow along with your comrades. You said “Thanks for the motivation guys, truly helpful”.

A guy came out from the woods and spoke “Oh how lovely, three young magic knights left unattended to. This is going to be a very exciting slaughter for me. I’ll start with the girl”.

Magna and Luck both bared their teeth and said “Over our dead bodies. You’ll never get to Y/N. We will make sure of it!”

The guy chuckled darkly and spoke “Oh sure you two will. Yet you do not know how my magic works. Ever hear the words ``silent but deadly”, as he raised his hand. His grimoire fluttered open. This guy spoke some words that you three were not familiar with.

In an instant, you felt a stabbing pain in your shoulder. You quickly grabbed at your wound and yelled out in pain. Luck and Magna both turned to you and yelled “Y/n!”. You said, “I’m...fine, just take care of this guy. I can still fight”.

Luck and Magna both nodded, headed straight for this unknown person. The guy said, “Oh I have a name pretty thing and it’s called Rin. Seems to me like you still aren’t fully understanding my attention. I’m getting rid of you”. Rin said the same words again, as he dodged Luck’s attack. You felt the same stabbing pain, but this time in your thigh. Causing you to drop to your knees.

You grit your teeth, keeping yourself from crying out in pain. You needed to help. You used your magic and let it do its work. While you still felt cuts and bruises being formed on your skin, you kept your spirits high. This fight had to be finished one way or another.

Luck and Magna both were getting hurt just like you, but you were taking the wounds way worse than they were. Luck doing everything he can to keep you from getting more hurt. While Magna took his communication device and called Yami. Hoping that the big brute would answer quickly and not make stupid remarks.

Once Yami answered, Magna spoke “Captain, we are in trouble and Y/n is hurt. Badly hurt. That she is pouring blood out of her shoulder and thigh. We can’t beat this guy. His magic, it is weird. You got to come help!”

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Captain Yami was sitting at the bar, about to enjoy his drink when his alert device went off. He groaned in annoyance. Noticing it was Magna, he knew it better be a good reason to ruin his afternoon drink. Yami spoke “Blaze this better be…”, but he never got to finish his words. Magna completely explained everything that was happening to them.

Yami had no idea that Asta was still in the room and was overhearing the conversation between his squad member and captain. The moment he heard Magna tell Yami that you were hurt, Asta was on his feet instantly.

As Yami finished the call, Asta spoke “Yami let me go please! It’s Y/n! Please let me go! I’ll do anything, just permit me to go help!” Asta’s eyes showed that he was not going to take no for an answer. Yami wanted to tell him, no but he knew he couldn't do that to his kid.

Yami knew if he did say no, then this whole situation would get more complicated and messy between Asta and you. It also would start the feud between Asta and him again. Yami didn’t want that to happen. Yami said “Fine kid. I’m going to let you go but I am going with you. Because you are not going to go and do something reckless and stupid”.

Asta smiles and understandably nods. Asta grabbed his swords and he headed out the door. Yami hollered “Vanessa, Gauche. Hold down the fort. Finral you are coming with us. We need your transportation”. Vanessa and Gauche would only say “Yes sir”. Finral wouldn’t say a word, he would make the portal and then the three of them would be heading to their members.

The whole trip through the portal, Asta is just anxious and ready to get to you. He needs to see just how badly you are hurt. Because Magna likes to exaggerate things, but Asta had the feeling that Magna was telling the truth. That you were hurt badly.

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When the portal opens, Finral, Yami, and Asta could see it all. Rin was still throwing everything he could at Luck and Magna. Magna staying close to your form. Keeping you protected. To this point, you were laying on your side. Trying to stay awake.

Asta could see all the blood on the ground. Not knowing it was from Magna, Luck, or you. His eyes lock onto your almost lifeless body. His whole body is starting to shake. That he starts to lose the fight with his demon, but he keeps it together.

Rin however dips before he could get caught from the new threats that entered his forest. Not wanting to deal with the big monkey of a man and the weird deformed kid.

Yami and Asta quickly hurried over to you. Asta dropped to knees, looking over at you. Asta says “Princess, who did this to you”. His voice changed from his sweet soft tone to the dark and demonic tone.

Asta couldn't fight the other side of him any longer and he was letting it fully come out. Someone hurt the one he loves the most and he wanted to get revenge. Yami wanted to tell Asta to not let it out all right now, but it was too late. Yami couldn't control the emotions going through Asta. Yami would have done the same thing.

As much as you wanted to tell him who did this to you, you couldn't tell him. Because you were doing everything you could to save your breath. The only thing you could make out was “Asta”. You watched as your blurred sight took in his wing, his talons, his horn, and his mixed colored eyes.

If Asta wasn’t by your side before, he was by your side now. Asta cupped your cheek gently with his human hand and he softly spoke “I’ll make them pay for what they did to you Y/n. I promise you that”. His voice was smooth enough to still talk to you. It would be smooth when he would talk to Yami and them. Not to the one who hurt his friends and girlfriend. Asta let go of your cheek and he then turned towards Luck and Magna.

Luck and Magna both gulped, not wanting to hear what Asta had to say. They were still terrified of his demon form. Asta spoke “Who did this to my girl”, clearly wanting his answer now. Luck spoke, “It all just happened so quickly. The guy..his name was Rin came out of nowhere and did this to Y/n. Did this to us”. Magna could only say “The Rin guy took off just as your guys got here and he went towards the north”.

Asta nodded his head and said “Thanks guys”, started to head towards the direction Rin had gone to. Though he stopped and waited for Captain to finish. Captain Yami would only be able to look at Asta in a whole new demeanor. Instead of the reckless kid he had always known, Yami saw him as a magic knight. Protecting what he cares about the most.

Magna would pick you up bridal style and head towards the portal with Luck. You would look at Asta before you disappeared into the portal. Yami spoke “Finral, you come back to us as soon as you are done getting them back to the base”, Finral replied, “Yes sir, I will be back in a flash”.

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As much as Yami is proud of Asta, Yami said “Asta. If we are going to do this, you have to act on my command. Not on your own. I promise you, kid, you’ll get revenge on this Rin guy, but it will be on my terms. If you do not listen, I will send you back with Finral and I will do this investigation myself. Understand?”

Asta wanted to turn around and argue with Yami. But, Asta knows that his captain is right. He has to do this on his command and not his own. Course Asta wanted to go back and be with you. Asta knows he needs to stay and make sure nothing happens to Yami, even if Yami can take care of himself. A magic knight does not run away from a fight. Asta spoke, “Yes captain I understand”.

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While they are off hunting down Rin. Finral got Luck, Magna, and you all back to the base safely. Magna carried you in and the rest of the squad could only gasp. They’ve never seen you this injured before. Vanessa would instantly take you from Magna, as he'd go and get freshened up. Along with Luck.

Vanessa, Noelle, and Charmy all took to Asta’s room, knowing that is where you would rather be. They all would take turns taking care of you. Noelle would carefully wrap your injured shoulder up, after cleaning all the blood off. She’d do the same with your thigh. Vanessa would patch up any scratches you had on your body, to keep any infections out. Charmy would go make all the soft and comfort foods that would help you regain your strength. Sadly, their worst fear came..you already developed a sickness due to your wounds.

They are completely concerned, more than they were initially. They could handle the wounds, but you being sick also? This was not good..not at all. Noelle would phone the kingdom’s doctor. The doctor would assure them that it was normal. Told them to just watch over her and let the wounds and the infections run their course.

Even if you knew you were home safe and sound. All you wanted to do was sleep. All you wanted was Asta. Because you felt safer if he was with you. Wearing one of his shirts wasn't enough to make you feel better. All you could do was cry for him. Making the rest of the squad pray that Asta would return home soon.

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It had been almost an hour, Yami and Asta still trying to find Rin. Asta’s anger had slowed down a bit, but it was still there. Captain Yami said, “We will find him kid don’t worry. I’ll let you have a piece of him and then I will take over”. Asta nodded and kept his eyes open for anything. Magna did explain that his guy’s magic was silent. Asta would be able to take him on. He produced anti-magic.

Not even within a few minutes, Asta’s Ki senses hit and slashed towards his right and then towards his left. Asta spoke “Come out you coward!”, growling. Yami smirked, proud of his kid for using his Ki. Yami would say “Excellent kid”, drawing his katana.

Rin would come out of hiding and say “How? No one can detect my magic and deflect it at ease!”, sending out more attacks. Asta dodged the ones sent his way, as Yami did the same. Asta said, “I can you bastard. Ever heard of anti-magic?”. Rin’s eyes would go wide hearing the words “anti-magic”. Rin just kept sending and sending attacks to his two enemies. Though this was a battle for revenge, Yami was enjoying being beside his demon child. Fighting and protecting the squad they loved. Minus how much they annoyed Yami.

Yami would say “Kid, use your demon speed and get behind him”. Asta would nod and fight his way to get behind Rin. Rin would put up a fight to keep Asta at bay, but it was useless. Asta was way faster and easily got behind Rin. Rin would turn around and fight Asta. Asta would grab him by the face and slam him to the ground. He would grip Rin’s shirt tightly, raising his fist and punching Rin in the face. At least a couple of times. Then putting his hand around Rin’s throat.

Yami would say to himself “Fucking hell kid”. Yami would hurry over and say “Asta don’t. I know you want to but don’t. That is an order”. Asta does all he can to restrain himself from not ending Rin's life. He wants to continue to punish Rin, just to make up for you getting hurt. At the same time, he needs to stop. He doesn’t want to ruin his reputation as a magic knight.

Asta would let go of Rin’s throat and back away from him. Yami would pick Rin up and have him by the collar of his shirt, just as Finral opened up a portal. Yami would make remarks to Finral, but not at the moment. Asta spoke “Took you long enough time machine”, Finral said, “I am your superior Asta, but right now. I know you are not in the mood to argue”. Yami and Asta would talk into Finral’s portal and they would go back to the Clover Kingdom.

Getting back to the kingdom, there were a lot of questions. Asta just stood there and listened to Yami and other captains talk. He wants to be involved, but he is keeping himself away. He isn't sure if he would be able to stop from ending Rin’s life if he were to see him again. Then again, he is also worried about you. Because you are his number one priority.

Soon as this is over, Asta is going straight to the base.

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Once Asta makes it back to the base, he is searching for you. Lucky he runs into Noelle asking where you are. Noelle would say “Y/n is in your room Asta, but she is asleep. She also is recovering from her injuries and a fever. So it’s going to be a slow recovery for a while”. Asta would not even reply to Noelle. He would take off running towards his room.

He would see you laying in his bed, sleep as Noelle said. Your skin is paler than your normal tone. You look almost lifeless while laying there in his bed. It made him more emotional.

Asta begins to wonder the what-ifs. What if you died? What if they were too late? He just got you, he couldn't lose you already. You were his life.

Asta didn’t want to wake you, you needed the sleep. He took the seat next to his bed and watched over you closely. He was angry, sad, and hurt. If he could take all of the pain away from you, he would. He would rather be in your place than you.

Every little sound or little move you would make, he would be alerted instantly.

As much as he would love to be laying next to you in the bed, he chose to stay in the chair. Asta didn't want to make the pressure on your body worse. He’d gradually take you wearing one of his shirts. At least he knew he was still protecting you, keeping you warm.

His demon would be rambling in his head, saying things like “We should have ended that Rin guy’s life. Why did Yami have to intervene?” Asta would push his demon away and not worry about his words. You were the only thing that mattered right now.

Slowly, you would stir and open your eyes to a blurry vision. You spoke softly “Asta?”

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Asta’s ears would perk up and he’d be right there in your line of vision. He’d take your cool hand into his warm one. Stroking it softly, letting you know he was there. Asta spoke, “I’m here princess”.

Asta’s voice is hoarse, from not talking. From being angry. Yet, he is relieved and happy to see that you have opened your pretty eyes. It assures him that you are alive and wasn’t laying in his bed like a corpse.

“Asta are you here?” your voice cracking since you haven’t talked for quite some time. Tears start to form in your eyes, tipping over your beautiful eyelashes. You were hoping that this wasn’t a trick. Your dreams plague with no one but Asta. Sometimes it was just the two of you, happy in love. Others, it was bloodshed that ended with yours or his death.

Asta’s throat is clogged with emotions, his green eyes vibrant and shining with unshed tears.

“I’m here baby, I promise”, Asta says softly. He’d move closer towards you. His hand coming up to palm your cheek and he watches you nuzzle into it. “We got the guy. He’s in the prison cell right now”, he’d tell you.

Your vision starts to get a bit more clear, so you could see Asta better. You could see his eyes were to the point of letting the waterworks fall. You’d sit up in front of him and place both of your hands on his cheeks.

“Asta, I’m so sorry. My head wasn't in the right place. Luck, Magna, and I were somewhat paying attention but not fully. It..it just happened so fast”. You were pouring your emotions out to him. Telling him you were sorry and you didn't mean to get hurt. Knowing you were better than this.

You continued “It’s just what Captain Yami and you talked about before we three left. It got to me. I was thinking that you didn't love me. That you just did this whole thing to prove a point. I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you Asta”.

Asta quickly took your face in his hands. His heart was breaking at the realization that you were essentially hurt because of him. Because of the misunderstanding before you left. Sorrow envelops him to the deepest part of his soul. He will never forgive himself for this.

The pain in his chest felt so sharp, it almost hurt to breathe. Even the demon inside of him was deadly quiet.

Asta spoke, “You got it all wrong Y/n! It was never to prove a point. Captain Yami was being protective over you because we’re squad members”.

With a shaky deep breath, Asta leveled you with a stare that is bright with desperation. He wasn't sure if you’d believe him but he had to try at least.

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“Baby, you are good enough for me. Hell, you are better than me. I am just a commoner chosen by the five-leaf clover. I’m not worthy of your love but I’ll make damn sure to earn it and keep you by my side”, Asta says.

His thumb wipes away your tears. His voice is raw with emotions as he presses his forehead against yours. “I love you. I’m yours until you don't want me anymore. And you're mine. Forever”.

You take your hands off of his cheeks and wrap your sore arms around his neck, closing your eyes. You said “I love you to Asta, I want you forever”, with a smile.

The two of you stayed in this position for a few more minutes. Taking in the moment of finally being the two of you. After everything that had happened with the last few hours.

“I’m sorry I didn't understand and took everything the wrong way. I just care about you and I don't want to lose you. Oh and do not say you are not worthy, you are Asta. You’ve earned every single bit of me. My love, my respect, and my support. All of it”, you declared.

Softly you asked “Babe, can you lay down with me? I’d feel a lot safer if you did. If you can’t I understand”.

Asta is up as soon as those words leave your lips, he’s eager to lay with you, to have you in his arms. He climbs gingerly on the bed, mindful of how sore your body is. Asta scoots closer to your body, relaxing and curling into you once he feels the barest contact of your skin against his.

While he was still angry at himself, he's just happy to have you alive and with him. He truly didn't deserve you. But he loved you too much to let you go. He'll spend the rest of his life proving his worth to you. If he has to.

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“Asta?” you call.

Asta hums when you call his name waiting for a response. His heart accelerates every time you say his name. But he couldn't lie and say this time he wasn't scared about what you had to tell him.

He has to remind himself that you're not going anywhere. He settles on caressing your skin gently, trying to soothe his nerves in the reassurance of you being alive.

“I’m still sorry for ever doubting that you did this to prove a point. I love you truly”, you say. Without realizing it, his rigid body softens once you tell him you love him. Asta didn't realize it but he guessed he was preparing for the worst. But hearing you say those words, makes his heart swell.

“I love you more baby”, he drifts off for a bit but then continues “Don’t apologize. I can see how it sounded bad coming from the captain. He was ominous about it”.

You reply “Yeah I know but I am still kinda to all of this. I just...I don’t know”

You slowly turned around and put your hand on his chest and sighed. “I just want you to be proud of me and I feel like I failed you, I wanted to be better but still”, you tell him.

The more you kept thinking about it the more emotional you got. Tears falling from your eyes. You added, “I do not feel like a magic knight. Everyone else is so much better than me”.

Asta placed his hand over yours. It pained him to hear your cries, hear you put yourself down. He wanted to take it all away. But he knows this is something that you have to deal with on your own. He’d be there for you. Just like you were there for him.

He lets you cry your emotions out. His hand squeezes your hand firmly. When your cries quiet down, he honestly speaks.

Asta says “You know what the squad sees? We see you as one of the best magic knights in our kingdom. You're not here for status but because you want to keep the citizens safe. You’re kind to all, care about the honor of your comrades and you aren't afraid to lead. Not to mention you are powerful. Noelle said you motivate her to keep practicing for control over her magic. Do not get me started on Luck and Magna. If there is anyone they respect more than Captain, it's you. I could go on but my point is, you’re the one everyone looks up to. Myself included. Babe, I am so proud of you. Nothing you could ever do would make me any less proud. If anything, I’ve failed you...and I am deeply sorry for that. But I will never stop making it up to you”.

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“I know you’ll never stop making up for thinking you failed me but in reality, you haven't failed me, Asta. Did you not see what you did? You came the moment you found out that I was in danger and hurt. That's pretty worthy if you ask me”. You say.

You brought his chin down so you could see him better and look into his emerald eyes and asked “How is your demon taking this? Probably fuming”.

Asta’s eyes are solemn when he answers “Angry you’re hurt. Angry you think so low of yourself. But he’s happy to see you’re safe. We both are and that you’re ours”. Which is true. The demon being part of Asta, he took you as his also. If Asta loved you, the demon had to least try and take you in.

You’re shocked but continue to ask “A demon happy to see that I’m safe and that I’m yours? Isn’t that kinda weird? Mean a demon can love? I’m not saying that it can’t but look at us. Don’t be mad at me for questioning”.

Asta shrugs, not at all offended by your questioning. He says “I can't say for sure that he loves you babe. But I do know that he cares about you. He wanted to destroy that Rin guy for hurting you. Your pain and injuries made him restless”.

You spoke, “Well mean he is a part of you so therefore he should care about me. Why did he want to hurt that Rin guy? I just want to learn more about the person I love”. If you were going to be with Asta, then you needed to get to know more about Asta and his demon. Things that he liked and didn't like.

“Because Rin hurt someone dear to the demon and I”, Asta would reply. His eyes darkened. He could tell the demon was under the surface. The demon was scratching to be let out. But Asta kept him at bay, this was not the time to go into a blood lust. He didn't want to scare you in your condition.

Asta stated, “Soon as you are healed up, you can talk to him, princess”.

Asta had to admit, it made him happy that you acknowledged the demon was a part of him. Essentially he was it and it was him. It’s a lifelong bond. It pleased him and the demon greatly that you cared enough to want him and his dark side.

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To avoid his dark-colored eyes, you looked down and spoke “I don't know when that is going to be babe. The doctor has me on bed rest and you know Captain is going to make sure I follow orders. Hell, even when I am healed I still have to wait”. Being stuck in the house killed you. Sure it was to rest up and hell but you still hated it. You were the one to always be outside. Whether it was to train or to just enjoy the outdoors.

Asta tipped your chin, so you could look at him. His eyes were back to his soft shade of green. He saw you were pouting when you told him about having to stay inside. While he did understand your feelings, he couldn't help to find your pouting adorable.

He stated “Hey. I’ll be with you every step of the way alright? I know you don't like the thought of staying in but you need to heal. You’ll be up and ready before you know it. I’ll be right there when you do baby”, ending it with a grin.

You responded, “Yeah, I know you’ll be with me every step of the way”. You smiled up at him and placed your lips against his. You hadn't kissed him in quite some time and you missed the taste of his lips.

Asta grunted into the kiss, kissing you with all of the passion he could muster. He missed your lips just as much, missed the taste of you just as much.

Asta pulled away and said “I heard you’ve been experiencing a sickness along with your wounds. How are you feeling babe?’’, you simply said “Yeah, it just some small infections happened to start before I got them properly cleaned. I am fine now though Asta”.

Asta smiled and nodded before he spoke “If you get to feeling any worse. You better let me know princess”. You nodded your head to give him your response. You’d tell him the moment you started to feel bad.

You took his headband off and put it on the side table next to you, then you looked at him. You said “It’s not time to be a magic knight anymore. It’s time to be a boyfriend and a caregiver if that is okay with you?”

All Asta could do was watch you take his headband off and his adorable smile formed on his face. He brushed your lips with his and spoke “That’s more than okay with me baby. Do you need anything? Name it and I will gladly go and get it for you”. He meant it. Anything that you wanted, he’d make sure to go get it for you.

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“Hmm, could you go get me some water? Then when you get back, can you stay here with me? You know cuddle and protect me”. You simply ask him.

Asta smiles and answers “I'll go and get you some water babe, then when I get back we can cuddle”. He caresses your face, kissing the top of your head. A kiss that was full of promises. Asta said, “I’ll protect you with my life my queen”.

And he would. Asta would die for you if he had to. You were his everything and he was going to take care of you.

Asta kisses you one more time before getting out of bed. It’s not long before he's back with your cup of water and he hands it to you. He waits patiently for you to finish it, once you are he sets it down on the side table. Then he's back in the bed, snuggling into you. He's mindful of your wounds as he drapes one arm around your body. He placed another kiss on your head.

You placed your head on his chest and listened to the beat of his heart, it was slowly playing a lullaby for you to fall asleep. You said, “Nothing else love, I am fine. Just do not leave me unless you have to”.

“I won’t, I promise”, Asta says. The hand that was wrapped around you came up and played with your hair. Helping you fall asleep more.

It felt good with you being in his arms. Asta felt like himself again. No longer angry, frightened, or hurt. He felt...content. Sure you guys will still probably need to talk more. He is sure that you’d want to talk to the demon. Right now, it was just you and him. Nothing else. For that he was grateful.

Asta checked to make sure that you had fallen asleep and you did. His own eyes started to become droopy. He guessed he was tired from all of the stress and fighting. Yet he didn't mind falling asleep knowing you’d be there when he wakes up.

He lets out a yawn while the arm around you tightens up. Asta spoke “I love you, princess, sleep well”, a peaceful smile forms on his face as he falls asleep himself.

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Short Circuit

Chapter 1: First Impressions

During the events of T2 John's half-sister, Aria catches the attention of the T-1000. Having failed a second time Skynet starts targeting the people who will one day fight beside John.

T-1000/Austin x OC

This first chapter will follow the movie but it will start diverging soon. I'm still new to fanfic writing so feel free to leave a comment.

It was gone.

Not in my closet or my drawers or under the bed.

It was gone.

The little money maker that I made and the little brat took it. I grab my cardigan and make my way out into the hallway. He's probably made it to the mall already (and he didn't even think to invite me), spending money that's not his. I mean it's not mine either but that's not the part I'm upset about. Knowing the way he drives on his bike I'll be lucky if the atm card is still working when I get it back. As I looked for my keys, they were RIGHT HERE I SWEAR, the doorbell rings. Seeing as it's not my house I don't go to answer. I hear the door open accompanied by a tired sigh.

Todd must've gotten it.

"Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?'

That's never a good question. I take a peek around the corner to glance at the man at the door. The first thing I notice is that he's wearing a police uniform. Yup, not good.

"That's right, officer. What's he done now?" A very valid question that the officer ignores as he seems to scan the house, pausing briefly as he spots me before turning his attention back to Todd.

"Could I speak with him please?"

"Could if he were here. Took off on his bike this morning so he could be anywhere." Todd answers with a shrug, clearly not giving two shits as Janelle joins him at the door.

"Do you have a photograph of John?"

"Yeah sure, hold on." She turns to grab her wallet and sees me hiding behind the corner. She looks at me expectedly probably thinking I know what's going on. I just shake my head. Like I would tell her even if I did know.

"You gonna tell me what this is about?" Todd tries asking again as Janelle rejoins them, handing off the picture.

"Just need to ask him a few questions. He's a good-looking boy. Do you mind if I keep this picture?" He asks as he studies the image.

"No, go on. There was a guy here this morning looking for him too." Janelle offers. This gets the officer's attention as I see him still and look back up. This surprises me too as I wasn't here in the morning and my foster parents apparently didn't think to tell me about some stranger looking for my little brother.

"Yeah, a big guy on a bike. That got something to do with this?" Todd adds. Dear God John, who are you getting involved with? The officer pauses for a moment before responding.

"No. I wouldn't worry about him. Thanks for your cooperation." He takes one last glance up in my direction. Our eyes meet. Only for a second before he's gone. But it's long enough to send a chill down my spine. Police officer or not that man is dangerous and he's heading straight for John. When John fails to answer his phone, that I got him by the way, I hurry to find my keys and make my way outside. The cop had left. He'll have to ask around to find John which should buy me some time.

It's a bit of a distance to get to the mall and the traffic of a Saturday afternoon doesn't help but I make it. I head towards the arcade on the second floor but have to backtrack around a corner when I spot the officer from earlier talking to some kids.

Christ, he works fast. This man really takes his job seriously.

The kids seem not to know anything as the man continues on and out of sight… in the direction of the arcade. DAMN IT. I hurry after hoping he'd walk past it which he does. I slow down to look through the windows hoping to catch a glimpse of John.

"Excuse me, have you seen…"

Stopped by the entrance I turn to look at the speaker realizing too late my mistake as I'm face to face with the very man I was avoiding. Because of the close proximity, I notice he's tall, and with a square jaw, bright blue eyes, and soft-looking light brown hair, he's handsome too. This is bad for me, because tall and handsome have gotten me in trouble before and I will not let it do so again. But he's staring, obviously recognizing me from not even an hour ago, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Lo siento señor no hablo ingles."

His brow furrowed in confusion which I take as my cue to leave. So with an "Adios!" I duck into the arcade, send a quick thank you to my high school Spanish classes, and hide behind the first big machine I find. From there I see him enter the arcade looking left and right, scanning as he did earlier, before turning to a pair of girls by a pinball machine. I turn away to go find John eventually finding him playing Afterburner.

"JOHN!"

"AAHH!"

"A cop is looking for you, what did you do?" He spares me a glance before returning to his game.

"... Is this because I took the card machine? Listen Aria, I'm sorry but mine broke."

"I am pissed about that but no."

"Is it cause I didn't invite you? In my defense, you weren't home."

"John..." I begin when Tim, John's buddy, slides up to us.

"John, hey there's this cop scoping for you, check it out." That got his attention, and let me be upset for a second as he takes a look around Tim and the machine to see the officer questioning another kid who points in our direction. John grabs his backpack, I grab John and we both head towards the employee door briefly looking back to see the officer pushing kids aside to catch up. I open the door and push John ahead of me, both of us running.

"So you'll listen to Tim but not to me?"

"Tim never messed with me about surprise police inspections." Ever since we were young mom drilled into us that the police were bad news and, like the caring and protective big sister that I am, I decided to add to this training. Suffice to say John tends to double guess me now and then.

"That's fair." Turning the corner we surprise a worker who yells at us and who we ignore as we push through the exit doors. That's when we turn to see a large man in a leather jacket and sunglasses and I freeze up as he opens the box to pull out a shotgun the roses he was carrying crushed beneath him as he advances. John pulls me back the way we came, the man following as we try the other doors.

Locked.

Trapped.

I chance a glance back to see he’s caught up with us. Another look forward reveals the officer appearing through the doorway, with a glare almost as menacing as the gun. I hear a click and a look back shows the shotgun has been leveled at us.

“Get down.”

What?

"ARIA!"

Lucky for me John has the good sense to listen to the man as he ducks down pulling me with him. I cover him as gunshots ring above us. I look up to see the officer blasted back a few inches, silver wounds appearing where red ones should be. The man in leather grabs us, spinning to cover us as the cop starts emptying his clip at us. I hear the poor employee from earlier scream in pain as he gets caught in the crossfire.

John and I scream, fear gripping us.

The bullet fire pauses for a moment giving our (definitely not) human shield the opportunity to bust open the door to our left and push us in. He turns away just in time for the officer to finish reloading but is undeterred by the bullets finding a home in his torso as he continues his march forward. He levels his own gun, shotgun shells flying as he blasts one after another pushing the smaller man back until he falls and our savior is allowed to reload. As he does so the silver gaps fill in and the man rises from where he lay grabbing the gun and catching the bigger man off guard as he tries and fails to gain back control. So instead he moves to grab the cop but is instead thrown into one wall then another. Cement and plaster alike collapsing in their struggle until they both disappear through a wall.

Despite the obvious difference in size, the larger man is the one being thrown around like a ragdoll which spells bad news for us. So I grab John again, pulling him behind me as I head towards the door that leads to a staircase. We head down until we reach ground level, the parking lot, we run over to John’s bike, an old thing that was mine before I handed it down when I got a new one. Trying to start it up now I remember why I upgraded.

“John, your bike is a hunk of junk!”

“It was your bike first! Just start it already!” The engine finally starts running just as the doors burst open. The cop racing after us on foot as we speed off.

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"Black Magic" *Part 6*

Part 5

Part 7

Okay so this one's a bit shorter, but like I said I want to try and keep it a "day" a chapter. Also, I don't think you want this day to be ANY longer.

....I'm so sorry.

Also also---- I'm going out now. I'M SO SORRY.

I'll post another chapter tonight....be strong my babies!

Side note how perfect is the gif with the angry barba and the smirking Olivia....I mean.... what?

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You arrived at the door of Rafael's office early once again, knocking this time. You looked like a million bucks. You had taken at least an hour to get ready, your outfit, your hair, your makeup. You were ready to make a move. You knocked again. There was no answer. He should be there, maybe he didn’t hear you. You knocked a little louder. Where could he be? You decided to take a peek and peer open his door to see the most horrifying sight:

Rafael and Olivia, making out on his desk. They both snapped back when they heard the door open.

“Y/N!!” He yelled angrily. “Don't you knock?”

“Oh.. oh my God I'm so sorry sir I'm really sorry. I just brought your morning coffee sir,” You were upset, embarrassed , confused , distraught unable to speak, unable to think.

“Well you should learn not to peep on other people Y/N,” Olivia gave you an evil smirk. “I should get going anyway baby,” she rubbed the lipstick off Rafael's lips. “I have a long day.”

“Oh but I'll miss you carino,” Rafael whined while rubbing his nose against hers in a disgusting fashion.

“I know baby, but maybe we'll have lunch?” She messed with his collar.

“You can count on it,” Rafael growled seductively, smacking her butt as she walked towards the door. “Two can play at your game,” she whispered at you as she walked out

Oh my god. Oh my God oh my god!! How did she know? How was it possible? So many things went through your head at that moment.

“I um, I left something at my desk,” You lied quickly as you headed out the door.

“Olivia!” You called after her angrily suddenly overwhelmed with courage. She stopped and turned and stared at you

“Really? Got some balls on you now do you?”

“What did you do?” You demanded.

“I didn't do anything to him.” She acted innocent. “He just realized that his feelings for me were there all along,” she batted her eyes mockingly. “Isn't that what you did?”

“It's not real!” You barked. “You know it's not real. It'll wear off by tomorrow,”

“Oh I really don't think it will” She held up a water bottle in her purse and it was filled with a….purple liquid? Yep it was purple. Why was it purple? Did she make it stronger? Oh God how strong did she make it?

“Olivia you can't do this to him. I stopped and realized if it wasn't real, I didn't want it.”

“Oh that's bullshit.” She rolled her eyes. “You just brought him his morning coffee. You and I both know that it has that stuff in it. You just needed to refill him but I got there first.”

“No that's not true! You yelled, tears stinging your eyes now. “And he loves me. I know he does.”

“Oh my God you are delusional,” she laughed.” Look I'm happy you had a fun day yesterday but you’re out of your league here, sweetie. He's mine and he always will be? Got it?” She smirked again, then turned and stomped away in her heels leaving you there speechless.

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You were furious, you were confused, you were upset and then you realized that you had to still continue this day as if nothing was different. Nothing was wrong. You wondered how strong Olivia's stuff was. You wondered what the rules were. Did it block out his feelings for you completely and only focus on her? Did it wipe any memory of you and him at all? Could you break it? You had so many questions you needed to call Chloe but you know you couldn't until your break so you sucked it up and walked back into Rafael's office.

“I'm really sorry about that so earlier,” You did your best to keep from crying. He looked at you with an almost look of disdain.

“Yeah well you really need to be more professional, Y/N.” He scoffed.

"Now you really need to get me copies of these prepositions by noon so that I can go to lunch with my beloved and then go to court.”

“Your beloved?” You spat unintentionally, wanting to gag.

“Excuse you?” He gave you an angry look.

"Look I know that you have some kind of crazy crush on me, but you need to learn that what me and my girlfriend have is something you can't get between so you really need to either control yourself or I will relieve you of your services.” He glared at you.

You couldn't breathe, you felt your heart beating in your chest and your ears. Your palms were sweating, you were having a panic attack. What the hell did she put in her concoction? How did she make him turn so harshly against you?

“I... Yes sir, sorry sir, right away sir,” You whispered grabbing the papers from him running out of the office.

Finally after you got Rafael his copies and he stormed out of his office to go meet his “beloved”, you took the break to call Chloe in tears.

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“Oh My God, what happened honey?” She asked, immediately hearing your sobs over the phone.

“She did it,” You sobbed.

“Who did what now?”

“She found the spell! Or some spell. I don't know what she did. I don't know how she could have-- I don't know what she did!!!” You kept sobbing uncontrollably not being able to form coherent thoughts.

“Okay, I'm going to need you to slow down,” Chloe said in a calming manner. “Breathe honey. Use your words. Now explain to me exactly what happened,”

You took several deep breaths trying to compose yourself so that you could explain what was happening to her.

“I went into Rafael's office this morning, and he was making out with that vile woman,” You sniffled.

“What vile woman?”

“Olivia, his ‘beloved’,” you rolled your eyes through your tears.

“His beloved?”

“It's some woman that he works with, and apparently has been in love with him forever. She somehow, I don't know how, figured out what we did to him and she somehow found her own spell. Which I'm pretty sure is not the same one, because it was a purple liquid. AND she not only created feelings for her, she made him hate me!!” You continued to sob.

“...Oh,” Was all Chloe could say.

“OH…?!” You scoffed. “I thought you said that magic laws frowned upon spells like that, controlling people's free will!”

“It does! Good magic anyway,” She sighed.

“What the hell does that mean?” You yelled angrily.

“Well I mean you know there's good witches and bad witches,”

“Oh my God, what in the Wizard Of Oz fuckery--”

“I don't know what to tell you honey. That's how it is. There's good magic and there's black magic. Black magic is all selfish and self-indulgent and instant gratification. She must have gone to somebody who deals in that,”

“Who could it be?”

“I don't know! It's not like they're listed in the yellow pages! WAIT-- Oh my God I think I might have an idea,” Chloe suddenly paused. “...But you're not going to believe me,”

“Oh my God what does that mean?” you asked wearily.

“Well.. you've seen all the movies right? You know like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White,”

“Oh God. Are you seriously going to tell me that true love's kiss can break the spell?”

“Well.. you really don't have any other options right now, do you?”

“CHLOE those are Disney movies for fuck’s sake!!”

“Hey, remember Once Upon A Time? THAT was the ‘real world’, and true love’s kiss brought magic to our world!” Chloe pointed out.

“THAT’S A TV SHOW!!!!!”

“I don't know what else you want me to say here babe. But you should do it. Unless you want to lose him forever to this “Olivia” person. You said that she had a lot of it, right? She could keep this up for as long as she wants. AND the more she gives him the stronger it's going to be and the harder it is going to be to break. I mean he might end up really hating you and firing you, and then your whole life will be ruined. You not only need to break this spell for you to be happy, but before it impacts your entire life,” Chloe warned.

“Oh my God, oh my god…” You whimpered. “I should have never done this.”

“Hey chin up this will work out I'm sure of it!” She said in a chipper tone.

“Okay Jiminy,” You rolled your eyes as you hung up and went back to your office. You did your best to continue with the rest of the day, trying to stay out of Rafael’s way. Which wasn't hard, considering that he was in court most of the day. Around four he texted you and told you that he was no longer in need of your services for the day so you could go home early. Oh also he just HAD to add that he was going to go out with Liv. You wanted to vomit. You headed home and went to brainstorm with Chloe.

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“Okay so I've been researching black magic. Chloe had papers sprawled out all over her bed when you came home. “She must have used a combination of love and hate spells.”

“Wait, so you mean actual love spells? Like actually creating fictitious love? Not just magnifying what he felt for her?”

“Correct” she nodded. “I don't think he ever had real feelings for her.”

“Well he said that she and him had a thing, and that he thought about her like that when they first met. So maybe it was going off of that,” You shrugged sadly.

“Another thing we need to figure out is how to get the rest of the potion from her somehow,”

“And just HOW do you expect me to do that?!”

“I don’t...I don’t know,” She shrugged, sifting through her research.

“Chloe, give me something you DO know,” You rubbed your temples; this was giving you a migraine.

“Okay… well, maybe if I talk to my other friends they can figure out a way to counteract the effects even just a little, if you're not willing to or unable to get true love's kiss,”

“Oh God--”

“Hey, I'm just saying”

“Whatever.” You sighed. “My head hurts, my heart hurts, everywhere hurts Chloe,” You whined. “I just want this to be over,”

“Okay honey just-- just go get some sleep, I’ll figure out a game plan for you to use tomorrow,”

“Okay...thank you,” You gave her a small hug and went to your room.

You went to bed with a deep feeling of dread.

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Queen Band; X Reader; Rock Intern Chapter Eight: Paul's Attack

Here we have it, the first attack of The Snake In Human Form. If you haven't hated him before, you will now.

WARNINGS: Paul Prenter🐍, injuries, hospital, and our good ol' friend, anxiety.😒

July 9th, 1978

Your POV:

So far I really seem to be getting more relaxed here in England. And of course the boys are really helping me feel at home. Freddie's always encouraging me to try more with music, John has basically become the older brother me and Joey always wanted, Brian is, in a way, the second father in my life, and Roger of course is always protective of me and Joey. I swear, he treats us as if we were his own.

So you can only imagine how furious he was when Paul Prenter made an attack against my family. Joey in particular.

July 9th, things are pretty tense in the studio right now. For one, John Reid got fired by Freddie. There's a ton of arguing going on amongst the band. But at least they've hired someone really nice. His name is Jim Beach. (Though Freddie had dubbed him "Miami".) He really seems a lot nicer than John Reid was. He also takes well to Joey and I hanging out in the studio. (Much to Paul's dismay.)

To add to the tension here, they've been under a lot of pressure to get this new album, Jazz, recorded and to set a tour up.

And to top it all off, this heat wave is driving everyone insane! Its on the third week and the highest it's been is 118 fahrenheit!

I'm sitting in the studio sweating up a storm. The studio doesn't have she conditioning everyone is going mad from this.

I came into the room where everyone was warming up there instruments and asked.

"I'm going down the street to get us some drinks, ever she's everyone want?"

Everyone agreed on water so I grabbed my purse and told I'd be back in 15 minutes.

3rd person POV:

While (y/n) was getting the boys water, Joey was watching everyone rehearese.

Apparently everyone else had the same idea because the line for cool drinks was a mile long.

Joey was getting impatient for (y/n) to return, dad wasn't even here because he was trying to help his wife recover the AC at the house, and everyone was busy in the studio. So to amuse himself, he begin playing around with the amps in the other room.

Being only seven years of age, he really didn't think anything was going to happen, but it did. One of the amps feel and the cord snapped.

Joey was frantically trying to fix it before anyone noticed, but it was too late. Paul was lurking in the other room watching the whole time.

"And just what in hell do you think you're doing?!?" He voice stuck intense fear into the young boy's heart.

"M-M Mr. Prenter please, I can explain!" He stamered.

"Messing with the boys stuff, are you? This damn album is already taking to long to record with you and your sister always distracting the boys from there work! They don't need you messing with the equipment as another burden!"

With that, Paul smacked Joey across the face and sent him crashing onto the amp they had broken. That fall was enough force for Joey to feel a rip in his ankle. As tears began pouring down his face, Paul continued yelling.

"You know you're nothing but a pain to them. You and your dumbass of a sister!"

"Don't talk about (y/n) like that!" Joey yelled. "You're a rat!"

At that, Paul was just about to attack Joey again when he felt someone sucker punch him. He turned around to see Roger standing there, furious.

"R-Roger, I wasn't-"

"SILENCE!!! I saw what you were about to do to Joey! And let me tell you, if you ever do anything to Joey or his sister, I will kick your ass through the bloody window!"

At that, Paul ran from the room in the studio he was in, leaving Roger and Joey.

Your POV:

After finally getting the water, I was returning to the studio when it heard Roger yelling.

"If you ever do anything to Joey or his sister, I will kick your ass through the bloody window!"

At that, I ran into the room they the yelling was coming from to find Paul leaving the studio with his tail between his legs. I looked in the studio to see Joey lying on an amp with Roger hovering over him as the other three and Miami come in.

"What happened??" I asked frantically.

Roger explained everything and if it hadn't been for Freddie, I would have darted out of the building and ran after Paul.

We took Brian's car to the hospital and the doctors took Joey away from me to have his ankle looked at.

20 minutes passed and mom and dad came into the hospital and Brian explained as they had happened.

"Parents of Joey (l/n)?" A doctor asked out.

"We're his parents." Mom answered as they both stood up.

"Your son tore his peroneus tertius. It's mild enough that it won't need to be operated on, but it will need to be kept in a badge for 4 to 6 weeks to insure it won't turn into a grade three tear." The doctor explained.

"Can we see him?" Dad asked.

"Of course." The doctor answered. "He's in room 301."

We got up to his room just as the doctor was finishing bandaging up his ankle.

"Oh honey, are you alright? How do you feel?" Mom asked.

"They had to give me a shot!" Joey wined. It was then that I noticed the Scooby Doo bandaid on him.

"Oh Joey, I'm so sorry. But your going to get better soon. I promise." Mom said.

Mom, Dad, and Queen all gathered around Joey all talking to him. But I just stayed in the back corner.

A few weeks later we the two of us were back in the studio as Miami and Dad discussed a few things about the new record. Paul of course managed to stay with Queen. And for some unknown reason, Freddie didn't take hardly any offense to him. I mean, I know he was incredibly mad they he attacked Joey, but he really only yelled at him.

Joey was sitting in my lap, his little crutches sitting next to him. I just stared at him with this soft look in my eyes.

"(n/n), are you ok?" Joey looked up at he and asked.

"Yeah Joey, in fine." I said.

"Hey (y/n)?" Brian, who was just coming out of the recording room, asked.

"Yeah Brian?"

"Can I see you for a minute?"

I picked up Joey so I could get up and put him back down. I followed Brian into a secluded room and gestured for me to sit in one of the seats as he took a seat in the other chair.

"(n/n), I noticed at the hospital that you didn't really want to come up to Joey when we went to see him. May I ask why?" He asked with pure concern in his hazel eyes.

I looked down. "It's... stupid."

"Honey, I know when something is deeply bothering you. If you tell me I might be able to help you. But if you don't... I can't."

I looked down for a while more. Brian was patient with me. Finally I inhailed deeply and started.

"You remember that talk we had when you came over my house a few days after my family and I moved?"

He nodded and I continued.

"Well not only did I want to protect myself, but also my family. When I first saw Paul I knew that he was dangerous. I vowed that I would protect them from Paul. Now I feel like I've failed."

He stared at me for a moment. Almost lost with words. Then started again.

"(y/n), look at me." He said as he lifted my chin up with his thumb and index finger.

"Love, this is not your fault. Ok? Paul was a total jackass for hurting Joey. This was none of your fault. And even if you had been here, he could of hurt you as well."

"If he really, I mean REALLY did more than hurt him," I started. "I don't know what I would do."

Brian then continued. "Well you don't have to worry about that. Because you've got four others to help you. We love you (y/n), and we'll do anything to help you and your family."

"You really mean that?" I asked.

"Of course." He finished.

We both got up and pulled each other into a big hug. I felt him gently rub and pat my back. Being surrounded by the warmth and love of him, and knowing that he truly cared about me, I just purely felt grateful. And I hope that everyone will be able to get this kind of affection.

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