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More Pink Bunny Stuff!
Warriors learns not to touch Bunny without permission the hard way. His response catches Bunny off guard
(AKA the scene I thought Iâd already shared and had promised @thatonecrazysidekick (oops!). @tiredgaytheatrekid more Bunny stuff!!)
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă .
Wind began to hum absentmindedly as Warriors towelled off his hair, cheerful despite his earlier complaints, and Warriors couldnât help the smile that lifted the corners of his lips. He took more care with drying his young friendâs hair, pulling the damp strands out of Windâs face, tucking a lock behind his ear.
Wind groaned. âWars, youâre babying me again.â
âI would never.â Warriors definitely was. How could he not, when Wind was like the little brother he never got to have? When Wind reminded him of his boisterous little sister back home.
âYou are. We should start calling you Ma.â
âIf that would make you happy,â Warriors said, smile turning into a smirk as he finished off drying Windâs hair. âDone. Was that so bad?â
Wind scoffed, but when he stood, he leaned into Warriorsâ side, a brief moment of affection to show his appreciation. âTerrible,â he said.
âTruly terrible,â Warriors agreed. âAnd you are welcome.â
âThanks, Wars.â Wind smiled at him, that toothy grin that made Warriors think so much of his little sister, and he couldnât help but pinch Windâs cheek. âAhâdonât!â He shoved Warriorsâ hand away, cheeks aflame.
âAlright. Go have your dinner now.â
âYes, ma.â For that, Wind earned Warriorsâ hand ruffling his hair, messing it up even more. âUgh, Wars.â
âWind.â
âYou need to eat too.â
âI will once you have all eaten.â
Wind, more than used to his idiosyncrasies by now, nodded, grabbing his arm and dragging him closer to the fire, where Twilight was dishing out the soup he and Time had prepared. He shared a nod with Warriors, ladling out a bowl for Wind and passing it over before moving on to the next hungry mouth. Only once they had all eaten their fill could Warriors pick up spoon and bowl and dig in himself, once he was certain they were all fed and not going hungry. They all knew that well by now, didnât try and push him before he was ready.
While Wind had his dinner served, Warriors let him go, moving over to sit alongside Hyrule closer to the fire, where warmth pressed against his chest and legs as he sat on the log left behind by the lizalfos.
âYou smell better,â Warriors commented.
âLikewise,â Hyrule said, and they shared a grin. It was then Warriors noticed the little rabbitâBunny, as Hyrule and Twilight had taken to calling itânestled in Hyruleâs lap, clean and fluffier than ever. And pink.
âHuh,â Warriors commented, his eyes on Bunny.
âYeah,â Hyrule agreed. âWe think it must be an era-specific thing. Iâve never seen a rabbit this colour in my era.â
âIt could be dye,â Warriors offered.
âWe thought that too, but Iâve checked and the colour goes right down to the roots. If heâs been out in the wild for weeks, then his natural colour would have started to grow back by now. So⊠pink fur it is.â
âPink fur it is,â Warriors agreed, and when Hyrule hummed, beginning to run his hand down Bunnyâs back, smoothing out the fur, that warm affection leftover from his time with Wind swelled in his chest. He reached out to pet Bunnyâs fluffy pink head as Hyrule was doing. It happened fast, a blur of pink and then sharp, fiery pain along the back of his hand.
âOw!â Warriors tore his hand back, inspecting the little bite mark, lazily weeping ruby red. âDid he bite me?â
âOh myâBunny!â Hyrule began to chastise the rabbit, but Bunny only had eyes for Warriors. Violet narrowed at him, watching him with suspicion, and Warriors found all frustration dissipate.
âIt is okay,â he assured Hyrule. âI should not have tried to touch him without permission.â
Violet eyes widened slightly. Warriors thought back to Twilightâs comment of Bunny being a lot smarter than the average rabbit. Wondered if Bunny could understand himâperhaps not his words, but the meaning behind them, his tone of voice.
âI am sorry,â he spoke to Bunny this time and not Hyrule. âI should not have tried to touch you without permission, and I swear I will not do it again.â
Bunny watched him for a long moment, curious. He blinked slowly. Then he dipped his head, the gesture far more Hylian than Warriors anticipated from the rabbit.
#I shared this with C already and for some reason my brain thought that meant I had shared it publicly too#oops!#anyway I hope you enjoy Wars getting bitten by Bunny snsnsn#Bunny wasnât expecting an apology and respect for his boundaries#he starts to like Wars a little after this and when Wars saves him during a fight and patches him up#he starts to really like Wars (and flops against him!)#he only lets three people touch him#(excluding Ravio of course. Ravio⊠isnât here)#I also have Wolfie and Bunny snuggling to share#I might do that later today or tomorrow⊠but get excited for it!!#I also included Wind and Wars being brothers because I love them so much#perhaps you can forgive me for injuring Bunny when I share snugglesâŠ#(the snuggles happen only a few hours after this scene)#okay I think thatâs all from me for now snsksn BYE#lu#loz#linked universe#lu fic#linked universe fanfic#lu pink bunny au#lu Bunny#(changed the tag bc I keep getting weird recommendations in my For You pageâŠ)#lu warriors#lu hyrule#lu wind#lu legend#faye writes
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I have moar questions for the OTP + CHARACTER ASK because I really wanna pick your brain (only if you want!!). So: 16, 18 and 19 C:
bestie, i love when people pick my brain.
16 - covers
This one is so straightforward to me. Zeb is covered in fur and rarely needs covers (until Hoth). Kallus has minimal fur and frequently feels like the chill never left him after Bahryn (this I think is why he's still wearing a quilted jacket on the humid rainforest that is Yavin IV). It's less that Kallus hogs the covers and more that Zeb gives them to him and then wraps around him too (until Hoth, when Zeb valiantly tries to steal some back, or at least cuddle close enough to Kal that they can reasonably share the covers).
18 - drunk
They're both big lads so I think they both have a pretty high tolerance for how much alcohol they can consume. Where they differ is Zeb still has a few stone on Kallus, so he can drink more without feeling it as much, but Kallus is also incredible at still appearing sober when he's deep into his cups. Kal started drinking early and his time rising through ISB meant he got really good at lying, so if you aren't super close with him you may not even realize the glass in front of him is number 4 and not him still nursing the first one. But those who are close to him, namely Zeb but the rest of the Ghost crew too, can pick up on little tells. He laughs a bit more freely, he's even snarkier than usual, sometimes he gets flushed. Because he's an adult, he knows not to get into the rowdy shenanigans he used to as a teen, but sometimes there's a glint in his eye and he gets tempted to pickpocket or climb the side of the temple or drag Zeb to dance with him (see: makeout on the dance floor). If he's playing sabacc, though, he lets his opponents think he's way more drunk than he is and swindles them out of their credits.
Zeb gets more outgoing and gregarious, which is a freedom that comes with joining the Rebellion and having a relatively safe home base. Every time he's drunk he makes new friends, and for a lot of those new friends it's the first time they see Zeb as someone who's approachable and not scary. He's relaxed and has his arms draped over the back of the booth, but when the mood strikes him he can get rowdy and wrastle with people. He never starts a fight though.
The two of them drinking together is honestly not much different than them relaxing at other times. They're old men (by Rebellion nightlife standards); they aren't trying to give themselves hangovers tomorrow. But they will sit shoulder-to-shoulder for an entire night, having quiet side conversations and making the rest of their table think they're already together when neither of them has as much as thought about it.
When only one has been drinking, both have been known to fireman carry the other back to their bunk.
19 - fights
Before they're together, it's really small stuff mostly (I know you used my repair kit, now where did you karking put it), but sometimes it's really big stuff, along the lines of who is allowed to forgive whom and for what. Kallus doesn't feel worthy of Zeb's forgiveness for Lasan; Zeb doesn't feel worthy of Kallus' forgiveness for not getting him off the Chimaera sooner. But they work through it. They talk to each other, even if they go in circles for a while, and they trust each other.
They're later fights are even more hypocritical. They always yell at each other when there was a close call or when one of them did something reckless, even though they both know they would've done the same thing if it meant saving the rest of the ship or not sacrificing the mission. Oooohhh but these can be knock down drag out fights. They say horrible things to each other because they know each other so well and know their pressure points, then immediately regret it. These fights don't happen often, but they require a cool-off period. Zeb stays with Hera, Kallus stays with Cassian or Sabine if she has her own quarters. But even after a fight like this, they still can talk it out and repair it.
On Lira San, the fights go back to "where did you put the damn vegetable peeler."
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Beauty and The Beast- 2
Y/N was determined to ignore Sirius. She would have enjoyed his attention if she had not been hurt so many times. But Sirius was stubborn too. He knew that Y/n would avoid him, so he decided to talk to Audrey and ease his way into Y/nâs heart. He spotted her in the courtyard with Ralph, holding hands and sharing small kisses.
Sirius couldnât help but crave the feeling. Sure, he has dated people, but he never felt truly connected to them. He felt compelled to make an effort for Y/N for some reason. Chances are Audrey will also ignore him, but he is willing to try. He cautiously approaches the couple, who awkwardly smile at him. Sirius thinks this is a good start; at least they donât hate him.
"Hey guys, I donât know if you know me, but I am Sirius Black," he said, offering his hand to the couple, who accepted his handshake. "I am Ralph, and this is Audrey. We have seen you around. How can we help you?" Sirius canât help but think how charming Ralph is. With a single sentence, he was able to impress Sirius.
"I believe you guys are friends with Y/n."Â
"Ah, yes, Y/n was talking about you."
Siriusâ eyes widened at Audreyâs words, and he could feel his cheeks warm up at the thought of his favorite girl talking about him.
"Though not in the way you would have liked it, she is mostly annoyed at your recent interest in her."
"But why she didnât even give me a chance?"
"She is scared, Sirius, and I canât blame her; she wonât show, but she is terrified to let anyone else get close to her; she is scared of you."
He could feel his heartbreak; his mind offered him multiple possibilities as to why you would avoid him. But he didnât think you might be scared of him and his reputation.
"Alright," he grunted as he sat in front of the confused couple, "help me win her heart."Â
Audrey scoffed: "You canât just force people to fall in love."
"And I agree with you; at least I can try, and if she still doesnât have any feelings for me, I am willing to be her⊠friend."
Audrey looked at Sirius for any hint of humor, but he seemed pretty serious.
"Ok, fine, we will help you, but if you hurt her, you will wish you had never known me, Sirius Black."
Sirius gulped audibly.
Y/N sprawled in front of her mirror, her face devoid of any emotions. Her dorm was dark and silent, except she could hear herself breathe. Unlike a few years ago, she didnât feel like her world was ending, which she thought was progress.
Even if her mind wanted to believe that Sirius was lying, she couldnât help but feel delighted at his compliment. Her heart fluttered at a simple compliment.
He might not have meant the words, but his one compliment made her entire day. She wiped her tears; this year she had resolved not to hate herself. It is still a work in progress. She covered her mirror again. She could not find a single reason why anyone would like her, let alone love her. She walked out of her dorm to find a bouquet of ranunculus laying in front of her.
She carefully picked it up and saw a note attached to it. It was from Sirius. She started reading the note, and her heart was now beating faster than ever.
Dear Y/n,Â
I realize that I might have scared you with my advances. I am sorry about that. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Sirius Orion Black. And I think you are one gorgeous lady. I read somewhere that giving someone a bouquet of ranunculus in flower language means "I am stunned by your charms." this is how I feel for you, and I would like to take you on a date.
I know you are scared that I might embarrass you. I have already talked to Audrey, and she will kill me if I make you slightly uncomfortable. I will be waiting for you in the courtyard during the break for your answer.
Yours,Â
Sirius.Â
Yours. Such simple words melt her heart. She puts the bouquet in her vase while mental warfare occurs in her brain. She picks out a dress and quickly changes into it, and just get over with this.
Sirius was anxious. He couldnât stop his legs from shaking no matter how hard he tried. He looks up as the sun sets. He watched her walk down the stairs leading to the courtyard. Sirius smiled as he felt his heartbeat rise.Â
He doesnât understand how one person makes him feel like this. Feel like he can take up any risk just to be in her warm embrace. Y/n notices him smiling under the dusky sky. She carefully walks toward him as if someone will jump out telling her all of this has been a farce.Â
âHi Y/nâ his voice distracts her from her inner thoughts.Â
âHelloâÂ
His smile falters. She didnât even call him by his last name. âDid you like the flowers?â his voice hesitant.Â
âThey were beautifulâÂ
Sirius noticed Y/nâs hand were shivering. He offered his hands to her âmay I?â. She let him hold her hands and watched as Sirius smiled warmly at her.Â
âI know you are scared of me, my reputation. I just want you to give me one chance. I will be the best lover you ever had. I will take you on dates and hold your hands countless times, make you laugh.âÂ
âBut why?â her voice cracked.Â
âWhy do I have feelings for you?âÂ
She nodded. He rubbed his thumb in her palm. âI donât know if my words will convince you but if you let me I can show youâ. âHere feel thisâ he placed her hand on his chest, and she felt his heartbeat rise ânow do you believe me that my heart only beats for you?âÂ
"Sirius you can't be in love with me" you tried to escape from his grip but he held you again.
Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks your mind telling you this is all a farce, but your heart ever the hopeless romantic tells you this is an unvarnished truth.
"I am unloveable" you forced your faulty reality on him and ran away toward your darkness as he stood there.
"But I love you" and that was his reality. His heart broke how much you relied on that insecure voice head in your than him to tell you the truth.
For Sirius Black, you deserved only one truth: you deserve love. More than him, more than anyone else in this world and he had to show you. Even if it was the last thing he did for you.
You thought Sirius' feelings for you were just sympathy. You harbored feelings for him for a very long time but you were your own enemy. You wished Sirius would move on from whatever he was feeling and forget about you.
@i-amtitania
Part - 3
A/N: REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED.
#sirius black x reader#sirius x reader#sirius o black#sirius x you#sirius being sirius#sirius black#sirius black x fem!reader#sirius black x hufflepuff reader#sirius black x y/n#sirius black x you#ben barnes x reader#ben barnes#the maraunders map#marauders era#harry potter series#sirius orion black#padfoot#marauders#the marauders#mauraders#Spotify
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Dreams Do Come True
Summary/Request: from anon:Â CONGRATS ON HITTING 500 ILYSM!!! random request,, having a wet dream about spencer while sharing a room on a case (i know, super original) and him getting all hot and bothered hearing you moan đđ
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
W/C: 3484
Content: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, oral sex (both receiving), premature ejaculation, wet dream, sub!spencer
A/N: Hi! So this probably isnât exactly what you asked for, but I started writing it and it kind of took on a mind of itâs own. I banged this out in two days, it practically wrote itself. I hope you enjoy!Â
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Sharing a hotel room with her was normal. It was. Sure, they had never done it before, but that was just because Hotch had never randomly assigned the two of them before. So okay, it wasnât normal by definition. But he wasnât going to make it weird. Just because he had a small crush on her did not mean that he would let it be weird. They were colleagues, and they even spent time together outside of work too! She would come to his apartment to watch old movies, and he would go to hers so she could cook for him. So he knew he could spend time with her alone, that wasnât the problem.Â
It was the sleeping that was potentially the issue.Â
His little crush had been invading his subconscious almost constantly nowadays, and he was known to talk in his sleep. He was so scared he would say something wrong in his sleep. If she overheard something like that, he knew their friendship would never recover. How can you act normal around someone who said your name in their sleep?Â
He had been avoiding going to sleep before her, so he had taken Derek up on his offer for a drink in his room to talk about anything but the case they were working.Â
âSo when are you going to tell [Y/N] that youâre into her?â Derek asked out of nowhere.Â
Spencer stuttered around the sip of his drink. âW-Who says Iâm interested in her?âÂ
Derek just laughed and clapped Spencer on the shoulder. His cheeks were burning, a sure sign of his embarrassment at being called out. âPretty boy, you give her heart eyes every time she walks in a room.âÂ
His blush deepened. âEven if I was interested, thereâs a very low probability that she is also interested. So the answer to your question would be never, obviously.â Derek stopped his giggling and gave Spencer an incredulous look.Â
âAll that genius and you donât see how she looks at you?â Derek asked.Â
âHow she looks at me?âÂ
âShe looks at you like you hung the stars, man.âÂ
Spencer scoffed, brushing off the comment. âNo she doesnât.âÂ
Derek started laughing again, âYes she does! Oh my god, the genius canât read basic body language?âÂ
âEven if, occasionally, her body language reflected an attraction to me, it was probably because she was thinking of someone she actually was attracted to. Statistically, most women find me awkward and-â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa, none of this negative self talk. Youâre a catch!âÂ
Spencer just waved his hand at the comment, taking a long sip of his whiskey and coughing a bit as he swallowed. Derek eyed him curiously.Â
âIâm telling you, youâre never gonna get anywhere if you never shoot your shot. The worst thing that could happen is she says no.â Derek advised. He shook his head and finished his drink .Â
âThe worst that could happen is she thinks Iâm an absolute weirdo and never wants to talk to me again.â Spencer explained.
âThatâs not going to happen.â Spencer rolled his eyes and shook his head.Â
âI canât risk losing her.â He insisted. Derek sighed and accepted that he was a lost cause, leaning back in his seat and changing the subject.Â
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Spencer made his way back to the room a few hours later, saying a silent prayer to a God he didnât believe in that she was already asleep. The light was off, so he clicked on the bathroom light so he could see but hopefully not wake her.Â
â[Y/N]?â He called quietly into the dark. All he got in response was a small whimper. He thanked his lucky stars and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.Â
Once he was all cleaned up and in a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt, he made his way to climb into bed. Just as he swung the sheets off, he heard a low moan from the bed next to him. It stopped him in his tracks. He turned towards her bed, looking at her face for any signs of distress. Nightmares could be debilitating; he knew from experience. But her face was peaceful, beautifully restful. He stopped again for a different reason, taking in the way her face looked as she slept.Â
Then it scrunched up as she let out another moan. His eyebrows furrowed, wanting to wake her in case she was having a bad dream, but not wanting to disturb her. He swallowed thickly.Â
Another moan. This one was followed quickly by a quick, âSpencer!â He reeled, unsure where his name had come up. Was she dreaming about him? Was she having a nightmare about him? Or was she calling out for his help?
She let a long, drawn out, âOh,â and rolled from her side onto her back. He took a step forward, planning to shake her awake from what was clearly a nightmare at this point. But suddenly, âGo on, lick me.âÂ
Spencer stopped with his hands out above her shoulders, inches from waking her. Lick me? He mouthed to himself. What could she possibly be dreaming about?Â
âFuck, Spencer, Iâm gonna cum!â She exclaimed, rolling back on her side. And-oh my gosh. Spencer took three quick steps back, realizing far too late exactly what was happening. He was entirely unsure how to react. [Y/N]? Having a sex dream about him? It was unbelievable. On his third step back, he ran right into his bed, and lost his balance.Â
He fell to the floor with a crash.Â
Her eyes blinked open, and he didnât have any time to get up or move at all, so her eyes met his immediately upon waking. âSpencer? What happened?â Her voice was tired from sleep.
Spencer blinked, and immediately panicked. He was never good at lying under pressure. âI-uh. You were having a, uhm, dream. And I thought, thought it was a nightmare so-â As he spoke, [Y/N]âs face got redder and redder, and she sat up in bed and placed her face in her hands.Â
âOh no, you didnât hear anything, did you?â She asked cautiously, barely chancing a glance up at him. He swallowed tightly and nodded. âFuck me!â She said, throwing her head back on the pillow. Her voice sent something through him, and all he wanted was to say Okay and kiss her. But Spencer knew one didnât control their own subconscious. Just because she had a dream about him didnât means she actually wanted it to happen. He scrambled to his feet and cleared his throat.Â
Before he could say something, anything really, she was sitting up again with a groan, rubbing her hand over her face. âWell I guess now you know about my stupid crush.âÂ
âYour crush?â He asked. She looked at him incredulously.Â
âYou heard me moan your name in my sleep. Yes, obviously, my crush. On you.â She explained matter of factly. He stuttered, trying to allow his brain to process the amount of information he had just been given. It didnât make sense to him. [Y/N] was the most beautiful girl heâd ever seen, not to mention one of the most confident. She carried herself with such authority he never thought sheâd look twice in his direction. Clearly, sheâd want some confident alpha male who could match her energy, not his insecure nervous self. But here she was, telling him point blank that she had a crush on him.Â
He didnât know what to do. While he was standing there, stuttering, trying to gather his thoughts, [Y/N] made her way out of her bed to stand in front of him. She was only wearing a tank top and a pair of small shorts, and he could barely keep himself from staring at her body. âI had no idea.â He finally settled on saying, and she let out a loud laugh.Â
âReally? Profiler extraordinaire? No idea? Why do you think I cooked for you so many times?â She smiled at him while she said it, like she couldnât quite believe he didnât see it.Â
âI thought you just wanted to be friends!â He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. She seemed to deflate at this, her face falling and wringing her hands together.Â
âI did! I do! But I was always open to...more. I just wanted to spend time with you.â She explained, sitting back on the edge of her bed and staring down at her hands. âBut you clearly have no interest in that-âÂ
âNo! No.â He corrected quickly, and then realized with a sudden clarity that since her confession heâd done nothing to imply he felt the same. She stared up at him at his exclamation, unsure what he meant.Â
âNo?âÂ
âNo, youâre wrong, I do have interest in that. In more.â He explained, sitting next to her. He awkwardly reached for her hand, which she offered with a small smile. Lacing their fingers together, he looked her in the eye with purpose. âI also have a crush on you. I stayed out of the room tonight because I was trying to avoid, uhm. What happened to you. I thought that might happen to me.âÂ
She stared at their entwined hands, and then looked back at him. âReally?âÂ
âYes, really.â He smiled at her, and her face brightened immediately. She turned completely towards him and pulled him in by the neck, pressing their foreheads together. Spencer let their noses rub together, both of them still beaming.Â
âIâm going to kiss you now.â She whispered, her breath fanning over his lips as she said it. Before he could even nod, her lips pressed to his. It was magic. Her lips were soft and urgent, catching his bottom lip between them. Her hands pulled him closer to her by the neck, and he let his hands find her waist, urging her closer. She climbed into his lap with his guidance, and he let his tongue slip into her mouth as she did it. Her hands roamed into his hair, pushing it off his head and carding her fingers through it, causing him to moan. She giggled into his mouth.Â
âYou like having your hair played with, baby?â She asked, pulling away to watch his reaction as she tugged on his roots. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let his hands drop to her ass. He squeezed and pulled her down onto him, letting his lips find her neck. She let out a loud groan as he sucked a mark into her pulse point, but she pushed him away with both hands on his cheeks.Â
âNot above the collar,â She reminded. He smirked at the idea of everyone on the team knowing what they were doing. At everyone on the team knowing that she wanted to do this with him.Â
âBut what if I want people to know youâre mine.â He asked, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as he said it. She smiled at him.Â
âI think youâve got this whole thing wrong then.âÂ
He furrowed his brow at her, unsure what he could have possibly misunderstood.Â
âYou, Dr. Reid, are mine.â She said, and then pushed him down onto the bed. He stared up at her perched on his lap, and let his hands roam her body. Now that he had free reign to touch, he never wanted to stop. She sighed and ran her hands down his chest, going to the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off of him. Her hands lit fires under his skin, as he gripped her by the hips and rolled his hardness into her. She chuckled at him.Â
âHard already, baby?â She teased. He moaned and threw his head back as she rotated her hips on him. âUse your words.â She ordered, gripping his face to make him look at her.Â
âYes, miss.â He answered on instinct. He immediately froze up, trying to take back the honorific when they had never discussed anything like that. It just slipped out, his little experience with being a submissive taking over because of [Y/N]âs naturally dominant role. But her eyes lit up, and she simply smirked at him.Â
âGood boy.â She whispered, and pressed down hard with her hips.Â
He came in his pants.Â
With a loud groan and a thrust upward, he shot into his sweatpants. She chuckled as he shuddered through his orgasm, and leaned down to kiss him. As soon as he came down from the high, embarrassment overtook him. He had a chance with his dream girl, and he literally blew it not five minutes in. Because she called him a Good boy. He brought his hands up to cover his face, but she caught his wrists before he could reach. He closed his eyes and turned his face away, not ready for the ridicule that was sure to follow.
âAwh, did I make you cum?â She rolled her hips a few times, and he hissed at the oversensitivity. âThatâs so hot.âÂ
âW-What?â He asked, turning back towards her slowly. She was beaming at him.Â
âYou were so overwhelmed with me that you came so quick, whatâs not hot about that?â She said, stroking his cheek. âThe cutest boy, all worked up, just for me.âÂ
He blushed again, and swallowed as he smiled back at her. âBut what about you?âÂ
âWhat about me?â She asked. His hands danced along her sides, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through her shirt.Â
âWanna make you feel good.â He said while she gasped.Â
âWhatâs stopping you?â She asked with a smirk. He surged upwards and began kissing her again, only stopping to finally rip her shirt off of her and get his hands on her bare breasts. Her hands found his hair again and tugged on the strands, causing their mouths to break apart as he panted.Â
âWanna taste you.â He requested. She moaned and pulled him into another kiss, guiding his hands to touch her under her shorts. His fingers trailed through her wetness, and she moaned against his lips. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, while her eyes watched through hooded lids. He moaned around his fingers, the taste of her so intoxicating he wanted more of it. Â
âYouâre so fucking hot. Such a good, good boy.â She whispered, stroking his hair. Then she crawled off his lap and laid out on the bed next to him. He turned to watch her as she shimmied off her shorts. Her eyes fell to where he was still sucking on his fingers. She gestured him over to her, and he quickly crawled between her legs. She nodded towards him. âGo on then, taste me.âÂ
He dove in tongue first, with broad licks up and down her pussy. Her hands immediately laced through his hair, pulling him closer to her. His tongue traced from her hole to her clit. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her in, letting his lips latch onto her clit and sucking. Flicking the tip of it with his tongue, she moaned and threw her head back on the pillows.Â
âOh!â She cried, and it sounded just like when she was having the dream earlier. Spencer had a quick thought about making her dreams come true, but brushed it to the side as idealized thinking. Then she lifted his head off of her and looked straight into his eyes. âGo on, lick me.âÂ
Whether she remembered her dream or not, she was clearly living out her fantasy. He lolled his tongue out of his mouth and leisurely licked over her pussy, his tongue flat and wide. She canted her hips up towards him, and he let his tongue form rapid circles around her clit. Her moans fueled his motions, and he moved one of his hands down to pressed two fingers into her.Â
She whined as he entered her, and let out a quick âSpencer!â He curled his fingers while sucking on her clit again, and her thighs began to clench around his head. He found the right spot inside her by listening to her moans, and then focused all his attention there while flicking his tongue against her clit.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum!â She cried, tugging on his hair. He kept doing everything exactly the same, pushing her over the edge with a loud shout. He kept up his ministrations until she pushed him off from the oversensitivity. She let out a loud sigh as he pulled off, and her hands went up to clutch at her own hair for a change. Staring up at the ceiling, she let a grin cross her face as a few aftershocks rolled through her. He admired her as she came down from her high, and then moved to the bathroom to wash his hands and get a rag to clean her up.Â
When he came back he went to wipe her down, but she took the rag from him. âSit. I get to take care of you, now.â She wiped herself down and then kneeled in front of him. She pulled down his sweatpants, which stuck a little to his cock which was hard again. Smirking up at him, she began wiping him down while he hissed, the gentle touches not enough for him. Suddenly her hot mouth wrapped around his head, and he groaned out. She made quick work of him, throwing her all into the blowjob from the start, taking him as deep as possible over and over. His hands clenched in the sheets as he came for a second time, this time down her throat.Â
She swallowed as he watched in awe, and then wiped down his softening cock and stood up. Silently, she made her way to the bathroom and got rid of the dirty towel.Â
When she came back Spencer was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled up at her and reached out a hand, which she took gladly letting him pull her in for a hug, with her standing between his knees.Â
âI really like you, you know.â He said, his chin resting between her breasts as he stared up at her.Â
âI know. I really like you too.âÂ
âWould you like to get dinner with me, when the case is over?âÂ
âAs long as we can keep doing what we just did before then, absolutely.â She said with raised eyebrows. He let out a laugh which made her smile, and he pressed a kiss to her chest.Â
âOf course.âÂ
âYou can make my other dreams come true.â She smirked.Â
âIâd love to.âÂ
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When they walked into the precinct the next morning, [Y/N] was wearing a scarf, despite the hot Texas heat. She hadnât quite caught Spencer in time, and he had in fact left a mark. Of course the whole team noticed.
âOi, Pretty Boy, was [Y/N] in your room last night?â Derek asked at the coffee station. Luckily Spencer was facing away from him, so Derek didnât see how his immediate reaction was to blanche at the memories from the night before. He gathered himself quickly.
âYes, of course, why?â He asked as he turned around, stirring his coffee. Derekâs attention was on [Y/N], who was talking to an officer on the other side of the precinct.
âThat scarf is only there to hide something, I think our lovely lady mightâve got some last night.â Derek said with a smirk. âDonât let it break your heart, you still have a chance!â He turned to Spencer and clapped him on the shoulder, who was blushing intensely at the tease. [Y/N] had, in fact, âgot someâ, and he was the some she got with. Derek noticed he was off.Â
âCâmon, Iâm just teasing. She probably didnât get a chance to-â While he was talking, Spencer caught [Y/N]âs eye from across the room. She smirked at him and waved, and he smiled and waved back. Derek cut himself off when he saw Spencerâs wave, turning to see just as [Y/N]âs face turned back to the officer she was talking to. âOh my god. You crazy man, you actually did it!â Derek exclaimed, shaking Spencer.Â
Spencer spluttered, shaking his head. âN-No, itâs not like that, I-âÂ
âI donât need all the details, I just need to know it happened. Because it did happen, didnât it?â He asked, trying to look Spencer in the eye, but the latter was aggressively avoiding eye contact. Spencer pursed his lips to try and contain his smile as he nodded. âMy man!â Derek exclaimed, pulling him into a hug.Â
Spencer caught [Y/N]âs eye again over Derekâs shoulder, and the smile she gave him made him smile right back.Â
They had dreams to realize tonight.
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Day 9 : Scronch'love.
đȘđ Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}
đȘđ Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?
đȘđ Word count : 1.5k
đȘđ Warning : swearing
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âHave you been here for a long time?â
âHave you been here for a long time?â
âHave you been here for a long time?â
Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, youâre so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.
âCan you share your screen?â
âIâm just picking flowers, thereâs nothing much to see,â you warn but it never does the proper job.
âThatâs fine, I like watching you play.â
âOh, do you now?â
âYeah. Youâve been playing for years and youâre still dog water. It's almost soothing,â you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.
You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnapâs satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how itâs supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You donât think the garden is necessarily that good, you donât mind either.
âDo you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?â You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"
âItâs just a detail, donât hurt your brain too much on that,â he says in a light tone, but you disagree.
âDetails are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, itâs just a detail but it makes me happy.â
âOf course I do; youâre a baby,â he murmurs teasingly.
With an arched eyebrow, you retort, âsays you,â and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.
âYeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.â
âNot sure why the piss baby thinks heâs qualified to have this conversation, buddy,â you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. âWhy would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?â
âI-Iâm not telling you.â As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether itâs to your phone or Sapnap, that, isnât really clear. Still, Sapnapâs words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.

âYouâre not even listening to me anymore,â Sapnap whines.
âI donât listen to whiny babies, sorry.â
âWeâre on the verge of divorce, yn and itâs your fault.â
A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, âBut you still talk about me all the time, donât you?â Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.
âSo what?â He splutters all awkward like itâs some kind of confidence that shouldnât have left his thoughts and, somehow, youâre surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. âWho said that?â
âDoesnât matter. Youâre obsessed with me, admit it,â you demand and though you donât notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like itâs suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.
âSo are you.â
Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, canât be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and itâs annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.
âYeah, youâre living in my head rent free but at least Iâm not trying to hide it.â No answer. You peek at the game, youâve been slain by a spider. âKarl said that,â you resign yourself. âHe said he was about to join the vc by the way.â
Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, thatâs what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.
âOh, I am interrupting something?â Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.
âBesties time Karl, besties time,â Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.
âWell, too bad I guess,â Karl exclaims. âIt's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.â
Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption âif it fits, I sitâ.
âDoes that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?â You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.
âOh god, I hope not. Thatâs my favorite part of the day.â
"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.
Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.
âI like your garden,â Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.
âSo you can take Karlâs compliments but not mine.â
âWeâre besties youâre honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,â Karl giggles and you follow along.
âSorry Karl, thereâs only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.â
He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, âYou know if you asked Dream heâd probably let you on the SMP.â
âNo thanks,â you grin.
âSapnap, your girl doesnât want to play with us.â
âSheâs already been whitelisted for months now,â Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.
Heâs not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dreamâs stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and itâs something made of respect like yours for his career. Youâd rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, thatâs the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Donât get me wrong, itâs not that youâve never considered streaming before. Itâs that itâs his world more than yours.
Karl, on the other hand, doesnât seem to think the same way, âThis is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.â
âLost cause, dude, lost cause,â you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.


Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."
"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.
Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.
"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."
"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."
"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...
"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.
"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.
"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"
"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"
"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."
"What?" Sapnap takes offense.
The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.
"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.
"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.
"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"
"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"
"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."
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A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ÉË Âł(ËâŁËc)
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Avengers Ladies x Reader : Whatâre the Chances
Summary: The biggest accident turns into a night of unspeakable actions.
Warning: 18+ Implied Smut, Nudity, Language, Suggested PolyamoryÂ
Request: Yes / NoÂ
Word Count: 2,124
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Itâs dead silent.
Not a single sound comes from anywhere, even as you move about in the kitchen. Youâre trying your best not to make a sound so that you donât wake up the women asleep in your living room.
This very moment offers you time to fight your headache with coffee and process what the hell happened yesterday.
Steve and Tony had returned to the compound with a canister filled with some weird looking substance. The instant you saw the purple mist with spores floating through it you were intrigued. The scientist in you begged to test, study, and analyze it to find out exactly what it was.
It actually didnât take much for them to turn it over to you, it is your job as the teamâs scientist to deal with these things. So, while you locked yourself up in your lab, the guys of the team went out in search of the HYDRA scientist that created the substance.
Things had started off fine, you were well on your way to uncovering what the weird mist was and its effects. However, as you were releasing it into a larger containment unit, Carol, Natasha, and Wanda had taken it upon themselves to barge into your lab.
Carol and Wanda were bickering, Natasha chastising them, and all their loud voices had startled you when they came into the lab without warning.
Only you had caught your slip up. You literally slipped up, the canister detaching from the seal and allowing some of the mist to spill into the atmosphere before you could reattach it.Â
Wide eyed, you watched each woman, as well as yourself, breathe in the seemingly harmless air, When asked why you looked so worried you brushed it off and got back to researching.Â
In a way you were curious to see how the air affected you all, analyzing all of your behavior might give some clues as to what the substance does. And boy did you figure it out quickly.
Aside from the substance itself, the atmosphere shifted.
Their bickering stopped moments after they entered the lab, replaced by incredibly flirty words and sultry gazes. That was all it was in the beginning, until Carol ran a hand across Wandaâs shoulders and the back of her neck.
The blondeâs touches fanned the sparks into flames.
In the blink of an eye they were kissing, hands roaming to places that you were sure they hadnât been before. Both women had been caught up in each other and you were worriedly intrigued, so lost in thought that you hadnât noticed the redhead who snuck up behind you.Â
Suggestive words slipped from her mouth like silk into your ear, accompanied by her hands wrapping around your waist and resting low on your belly, mere inches from slipping into the waist of your pants.
While you had been able to not react to the substance in your body, her gentle touch and whispered words seemed to bring the effects to the surface. A shiver raked up your spine, manifesting itself into a feeling that shot to your belly.
It was an incredibly familiar feeling that, due to the substance, you freely fell into.
Everything from that moment on was sexually charged. Hands roamed skin, moans and sighs filled the air, orgasms cursed through your bodies like lightning striking through the sky.
Clothes had been scattered about the lab but you all ended up in the living room of your private floor in the building.
You all fell asleep in each otherâs arms, bodies covered in marks, completely blissed out arguably overly blissed.
When you woke up, your hand was cupping the breast of an all too familiar redhead, and the thigh of an equally familiar blonde was pressed up against your core that seemed to throb whenever she moved.
Last night sprung into your mind and you shot up, hand ripping away from Natashaâs body like she was fire. Apparently they were wiped out, admittedly you werenât sure how you were awake either but that was the least of your worries.
After having scurried off to your room to shower and pull on clothes, you brought out a change of clothes for each of them and went straight to the lab. It didnât take long, applying what you know, to confirm your suspicions.Â
One hour testing it, told you what you needed to know and from the lab you went to the kitchen, where you still are.
Your coffee is gone, headache slowly subsiding, and based off the sounds in the living room, the girls are awake.
Taking a deep breath, you slowly make your way into the room. The confused looks on their faces turn to realization as they look at one another, and then all three sets of eyes are on you.
âUm,â you swallowed, clearing your throat,â morning, I-I made coffee.â You stumbled over your words, not liking the feel of their eyes on you like that and trying not to look at them too long.
The image of their bodies will forever be ingrained in your mind. How you would manage to shake the feeling of their hands and mouths on you, you arenât sure.
âThank you.â Wanda mutters softly and all you can do is nod.
âI brought you all something to wear, what with your clothes being in the lab.â You suggest, glancing up only to catch Natashaâs blanket slipping from her upper body.
E/c eyes widen at the sight of her perky breasts and pert nipples, the memory of your hands on them playing in your head. A glance up shows her green eyes trailing your body and heat spreads over every part of you.
âIâll give you a moment to change, feel free to use the bathrooms or my room or whatever.â With a nod to yourself more than them, you nearly scurry back into the kitchen.
Part of you, the cautiously curious scientist part, canât believe you managed to infect yourself and your friends with sex pollen. While another part of you, the madly attracted to each of those beautiful women part, is beyond pleased with last night's events.Â
The instant you know they canât see you anymore, your face is buried in your hands.â I have to tell them.â A groan falls from your lips, muffled by your hands.â Theyâre gonna kill me.â
Using the last moments of your life, you fix them each a cup of coffee to their liking, maybe thatâll soften the blows.Â
âWe all had sex last night.â
You damn near spill every drop of coffee in your hands at the words bluntly spoken by Carol when you step back into the living room.
Itâs clear, when Natasha and Wanda donât react how you did, that this conversation was already in progress when you came in. So you try not to lose it, instead taking a deep breath, and walking over to hand them their coffee.Â
The blankets are folded and sitting by the hallway entrance, all of them completely dressed now. You ignore the slight disappointed feeling you get and sit on the far end of the couch Wanda is on. When they all start to try and make sense of this you figure itâs time to say something.
âIt was my fault, I did it.â You blurt out, eyes squeezed shut which makes you miss the soft smiles on each of their faces.
Natasha sighs,â Y/n we can agree that youâre charming but if I recall correctly, we all did it.â She says, making you open your eyes.
âYeah L/n, I most certainly did not go down on myself like that.â Carol smirks.
Wandaâs eyes widen along with yours.â Donât be so crude Carol.â
Shaking your head, you run a hand down your face,â okay thatâs not what meant, to clarify, I mean,â you push off to stand in front of all of them,â the substance I was testing is a sex pollen. When you all came into the lab it scared me and some may have gotten in the air and infected us.â
âWhat?!â They each exclaim.Â
Carol pushes herself up off the couch and glares at you. Wanda stares at you in shock. And Natasha raises a further curious eyebrow.Â
The glaring blonde steps closer,â what did you make us do?â
Your eyes widen, hands held up as if to calm her,â I didnât make us do anything. Sex pollen is complicated. This particular one enhanced the libido and lowered our inhibitions. But nothing was forced.â
âI donât completely follow.â Wanda says.
Breathing in deeply, you exhale slowly,â um, some sex pollens cause the infected to act without a single thought, cause their focus to only be on their sex drive, which could lead to them doing things they wished they hadnât. This one though, as mentioned, just lowers the inhibition. Our brain's way of restraining us from doing certain things, sometimes things we want to do.â
âWe did what we wanted to do, without second guessing it as we might have in the past.â Natasha says, eyes looking dead into yours.Â
Hearing the words spoken makes a million and one thoughts surge through your mind and for that moment you recall last night, not the way their skin felt under your fingertips or how they tasted on your tongue, you recall the thoughts you were having.
There was this feeling of, finally, that coursed through you. Finally, you were able to kiss them. Finally you were able to hold them. Finally you could act on the thoughts youâd forced yourself to ignore.Â
In Natashaâs eyes, you swear you see that same thing.Â
Looking away, you say,â I know none of us were expecting last night to happen and had I been more careful it wouldnât have but we canât exactly change it. A-and I mean, it helped me figure out what that stuff was.â You try to see the brighter side.Â
âSo, do we pretend this never happened?â Wanda asks. All of your eyes move to look at her at the faint sound of disappointment.Â
Did she not want to?Â
Carol quirks a brow,â donât sound so down sunshine.â She sends a wink to the younger woman, then crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up in the tank top youâd given her.â I canât say Iâm inclined to pretend.â The look she gives you letâs you know she caught you staring at her chest.
âAdmittedly I had fun last night for a multitude of reasons and Iâm not anxious to forget about it.â Natasha says, sharing a look with Carol before they both glance at you and Wanda.
Wanda opens her mouth to speak, only to bite her lip in thought. Those soft light green eyes look into yours, seemingly searching for an answer.
You shrug,â Iâm a terrible actress so pretending is out for me and if thereâs a chance for a repeat of last night, maybe after a date or two, Iâd be cool with that.âÂ
âAsking us out already L/n.â Carol teases and you chuckle.Â
âWhatâre people going to say? Whatâll the team say?âÂ
Wandaâs concerned questions grab all of your attention and you sit yourself down beside her this time.Â
For the first time since last night you touch her. This time not itâs not driven by lust, instead by what could become love. Your palm lays on her knee, fingers on the side of it.Â
âNothing needs to be said about anything. We donât even know what this is or what it could be-â you start and Natasha finishes for you,â so thereâs no reason to worry ourselves over this.â
Carol sits on Wandaâs other side and copies your action of placing her hand on the brunetteâs knee.â Weâll handle whatever anyone has to say when the time comes.â
The youngest of you looks around into each of your eyes, softening with each glance. You pull a small smile and that makes a bright one burst across her face.Â
Your moment, that started last night, is interrupted.Â
âGreat youâre up, get anything on that substance?â Steve comes in, halting in his steps to take in each of you.â Am I interrupting something.â
One look at Carol letâs you know that she was about to say yes but refrains from doing so.Â
Chuckling, you squeeze Wandaâs knee and stand,â yeah I got all the results in my lab Cap.â You wave for him to follow you, not missing Natashaâs last words.
âYou wouldnât believe what it took to get them.âÂ
With a smirk you glance back at her and she winks.Â
You never thought youâd ever say it but, thank the gods for sex pollen.
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A Night To Remember ~ Bang Chan [Request]

WORD COUNT: 6.7K
GENRE: Angst with a happy ending
PAIRING: Bang Chan x Nurse!Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Mentions of self deprecation, I hope this is okay I know you asked for an idol to say something but bissshhhh Iâm a jyp nation stan I would rip my own heart out, so I hope this is okay!!!
As a nurse, you were used to going to different gala events occasionally throughout the year. It was one thing medical school hadn't prepared you for, meeting everyone that technically paid your wages. Your boss would throw them so that the benefactors of the hospital that you worked in could get to know the people their money was going to. The hospital also through functions in order to raise money for other things benefactors couldn't help with. None of the events you'd been to was as extravagant as the gala that JYP was hosting for a charity event but it was still a gala nonetheless. The gala was there to raise money for different charities, people could bid on different things like a night with different Idols. A song was written by a specific idol if they bid high enough on it and so on and so forth. Chan had told you about this event months ago wanting to mentally prepare you for the night and allow you to get a dress in time and he was excited about it as well. When he was a trainee he'd helped out at the Gala's before but he'd never gotten to attend one until now which made you all the more nervous about what you looked like since you were his plus one.Â
"Are you sure this is okay?" You asked your best friend - Kayla - through the webcam as you ran your hands down the fabric of your dress waiting anxiously for her opinion, she'd been with you when you bought it but it didn't mean she liked it. The dress was perfect for this kind of event but that didn't make you feel any less insecure about it all, you were going to be surrounded by insanely beautiful people. All of them prettier than the next, not to mention how fit they were so it was safe to say you felt like you were going to stick out like a sore thumb. Your friend shook her head at you taking in the sight of the light sky blue tulle, v-neck gown with its A-line silhouette dress, it was breathtaking to see you in it again. The sleeveless dress showing off your arms perfectly and the applique embellishment made it look fancy but not too fancy.
"Y/n I told you when you bought it how nice it was-" You cut her off as soon as she said the word nice, to you that meant it wasn't nice at all.
"Yes! Nice! I don't want nice, I have to look great. C-Chan is going to be surrounded by all of these beautiful people and if I don't match up I'm going to-" You stopped talking when you heard the front door to your apartment open and close followed by the sounds of Chan coming in from work. Kayla smirked as soon as she saw the look on your face, she knew that meant Chan was home and he hadn't seen what you were wearing yet so you had to prepare yourself for it.
"Go, you look fabulous." She ushered you off the call as she shook her head at you before hanging up. No matter what she said to you she knew there was nothing she could say to make you feel less insecure about it.
"Chris?" You called out down the stairs as you heard him moving around, probably putting everything from work away before coming up to you. You were looking around the corner of the stairs as you hid your body so he couldn't see you,
"Yeah?" His head peered around the corner of the staircase and you smiled at him happily. It felt good to see his big eye staring back at you after not seeing him all day. As soon as he saw the way you were hiding your body he knew what you were doing and chuckled to himself softly,Â
"Are you in the dress? The dress you've been hiding from me for the last month and a half?" He smirked as soon as he saw you nodding your head and practically began to sprint up the staircase to come and see you. He'd been dying to see you in it since the moment you told him you found the perfect outfit you squealed hiding in the bedroom again. The main reason you'd hidden the dress from Chan was that you wanted it to be a surprise for him to see on the night that and you were nervous about what he would think of it. The bedroom door swung open and Chan stood there for a second just taking in the sight of you.Â
"Babe..." He breathed out as soon as he saw you standing there, you were doing your best to look as good as possible since you weren't dolled up yet or had the finished look on.
"I-I'm not finished yet, I still have to put on my makeup and do my hair but then I'll be ready by the time you are." You reassured him as you did a small turn in the dress giving him a full look at the dress. Chan's mouth was hanging open just a little as he continued to take in every angle of the dress you were wearing, struggling to find the right words to say as he stared at you. For someone who often wrote songs, he was finding it hard to speak at the minute which made you more nervous about his thoughts on it all.
"G-Go shower," You giggled as he continued to stare, you pushed him into the bathroom before sitting down at the vanity in your shared bedroom staring at yourself in the mirror. Trying not to let your insecure mind take over and run wild with thoughts you knew couldn't be true. He hates what you're wearing you know. Did you see the look on his face? He's never been more disgusted by you then he is right now and he's going to be so embarrassed at the party tonight. You look awful.
As you got ready your mind kept lingering back to the look he'd given you when he first saw you in the gown made you anxious about it, you couldn't quite read what it meant. The thoughts in your head continued to race about how awful you look and then going over the look on Chan's face. Overanalysing every last interaction you had with him before he went into the shower. You couldn't decide if it was a good or a bad stare that he'd been giving you, then the way his voice sounded when he called you "babe..." It felt as though he was embarrassed about what you were wearing and didn't know how to tell you.Â
"Y/n?" Chan called out for the third time in a row as he tried to gain your attention but you were lost in your own space, you turned to look over your shoulder at Chan who was fully dressed in his tux, struggling to do up the cuff links on his shirt.
"Help?" He whimpered out as he continued to struggle with them, you got up without a word and buttoned up the cuff links which were shaped as the doodle he always drew. You'd gotten them custom made for Christmas last year never thinking he would wear them but as a small gag gift.Â
"You're in your own world again, what's going on in that gorgeous brain of yours?" Chan questioned when he noticed you hadn't spoken in a while, you shook your head giving him the biggest convincing smile you could manage not wanting to ruin the evening with your head.Â
"Nothing. Can you do my choker up for me?" You slid the small diamond choker into his hands and he turned you around, doing up the small necklace before he placed a soft and gentle kiss on the back of your neck.Â
"We'll be late, come on," He tapped your shoulder softly as he headed out of the bedroom and down the staircase, the car that was picking you up for the night was waiting outside with the rest of the boys and their dates inside. Thoughts came rushing back to you as you thought about how great they were all going to look, all of them slimmer than you and probably more beautiful too. You'd only met Changbin's date before and never the rest,Â
"Baby? Come on, they're waiting." Chan rushed you as he saw you standing still at the door he was already near the car when he noticed you weren't behind him. He frowned to himself before going back to your side and linking your arms together so you didn't have to walk alone.Â
"I don't want to be late, I have some last-minute things to set up." He mumbled into your ear pressing a soft kiss against your head as he walked with you towards the car opening the door so you could get in beside Felix and his date who was smiling and introducing herself but all you could see was how gorgeous she looked in comparison to you.
"Y/n," You whispered as she reached out to shake your hand, then you began introducing yourself to everyone else the boys were with and went back to sitting in silence. Your mind kicking you in the head for not dressing up more. All of them looked expensive tonight and fully glammed out compared to you, you were beginning to feel like you were underdressed of the occasion.Â
"I had my makeup and hair done by one of the stylists, Hannie arranged it all for me. Who did yours?" Jisung's date questioned you as she looked at you, you'd already forgotten her name after being in the car for five minutes which you felt bad about but couldn't help.Â
"O-oh I did it, I did my own hair and makeup," You said proudly as you smiled at her but the look on her face wasn't one of being impressed she just glanced you up and down while nodding and humming to herself.Â
"It's...lovely, you look good." Good. You could tell by the way she said the word that she didn't mean it at all. Maybe that's what they were all thinking, you sank back against the seat as you felt more eyes on you but you tried to ignore it turning to look at your boyfriend but he was busy. Chan was lost in conversation with Changbin about something they were auctioning off so you couldn't drop into a conversation with him about anything so you were forced to let your brain overthink once again. Look at how much better they look, far more expensive than this piece of fabric you're wearing and look at Chan. Not even paying attention to you, instead, he's talking to Changbin and staring at Lila, Lila and Changbin look cute together. Your dress is tacky. Your makeup is awful, you saw the way they all looked at you, you know it's true.Â
Your mind continued to go on throughout the rest of the journey making you imagine how great the others were going to turn out in the press photos while yours wouldn't look good at all. As you went to get out of the car Chan's hand on your wrist stopped you,
"Why are we not getting out?" You asked softly as he stopped you from getting out after the rest of them had already left, he reached across and shut the door behind them.
"I have something to do first," He mumbled as he tapped on the glass that separated the driver from the rest of the limo, you frowned at him as the car began to move you stared out of the window. The limo was moving around the back of the building until you reached a back entrance to the Four Season's hotel away from where every person and camera could potentially see you together. This is what it used to be like when you first started dating, taking back entrances and avoiding being spotted together but that was over now. Your relationship had been out for a year and most of STAY loved you and how happy you seemed to make Chan.
"Come on," He took your hand in his as he hurried you into the building after getting out of the car, you picked up the bottom of your dress not wanting to stand in any of the puddles that were in the back ally behind the hotel.Â
"Why are we going through the back?" You questioned laughing softly thinking it was just like old times but Chan didn't seem to laugh.
"I have something to do, go and get a drink at the bar." He told you as he walked you into a small room where a group of people were all standing around and waiting, one man on the bar who looked bored. It didn't look like they were apart of the JYP gala so you turned to check if Chan had the right room,
"Chan?" You called out but he was already out of the room before you had a chance to say anything to him the door was already shut in your face and an elderly lady smiled as she walked over to you.Â
"You look very beautiful dear," You smiled back at her, thanking her as you looked around the room trying to figure out why you were left back here while Chan walked off to do whatever it was he was doing.Â
"Are you here for the charity gala?" You questioned kindly as you both walked over to the bar to get a drink together, you held onto her arm being careful she didn't fall and break a hip.Â
An hour later Chan still hadn't come back to see you and the elderly lady you'd been talking with was taken away and then slowly one by one the room began to empty until it was just you sitting at a table alone. Even the man that had been serving at the bar left to go and do something else. You'd called and text Chan over 12 times asking what was happening but there was no response from him,Â
"If he didn't want me to come why invite me?" You mumbled to yourself as you pushed your phone back into your bag trying not to let your brain overwork itself. Playing around with one of the coasters as you tried to entertain yourself for a while
"Y/n?" You dropped the coaster and turned around when you heard a familiar voice call out your name, standing by the door was Brian, Young K, from day6. He frowned when he saw you sitting alone at the table when not too long ago he'd just passed by Chan who was in the main function room alone. He glanced inside of the room wondering why you were in there alone thinking maybe you'd had a fight or you were just trying to get some air.
"Why are you in here?" He nodded for you to come out so you followed him out and into the hallway immediately not wanting to be cramped up in there all night.Â
"Chan said he had something to do and to wait for him," You felt a pit begin to grow in the bottom of your stomach as you read the look across Young K's face. It was clear he was trying to come up with some kind of lie to tell you,Â
"I just saw him, he told me to come and get you, come on." You could tell it was a lie but you went along with it anyway not wanting to throw a wrench in his evening. You just followed Brian out into the main area and gasping as you looked around at everything in the room, it was more impressive than you could have imagined. The entire hall looked incredible, it was covered in expensive-looking decorations, white table cloths everywhere and everyone looked like they belonged there in huge dresses, ball gowns and suits. Making you feel more out of place than before since you were only in a simple dress for this kind of thing,Â
"He's over here," You followed behind Brian who was trying to push through the crowds of people everyone talking over one another as they tried to hear each other over the music.Â
"Chan, I brought Y/n, like you asked me too." The tone of voice from Brian made it clear that Chan hadn't asked him to come and get you at all and was trying to make Chan go along with it. You came out from standing behind Brian and smiled at Chan who was standing with Sana and Mina both of them looking stunning in their dresses. Each of them wearing white princess silhouette gowns with matching necklaces around their necks. They looked amazing but what else was new? They always looked breathtakingly beautiful.
"Hi babe, thanks Brian I owe you one." The two of them exchanged looks and you stared down at the ground trying not to feel self-conscious in front of the two most attractive girls you knew in the building.
"You guys look insanely beautiful," You complimented when you finally got the courage to speak to them, Sana went to thank you when Chan shook his head at you,Â
"Babe don't. Don't be weird," Your chest tensed as your heart clenched in on itself on what Chan had said to you so you went back to staring at the floor and not wanting to say anything to them in case Chan said it was weird again. Â
"Alone again?" Brian chuckled as he came up behind you at the bar, you smiled weakly at him as you glanced over at Chan who was still standing with Mina and Sana as they engaged in conversation again. Since you'd joint them it had been an awkward and dulling silence but the moment you left them it was back to talking with one another.
"Any idea why they're in matching necklaces and almost identical outfits?" Brian looked back over at the girls and then pointed out the rest of the twice members that were in the same kind of outfits,Â
"They're being auctioned off to other idols and celebrities for a day out. Did Chan not tell you any of this?" You shook your head as you glanced around the room at everyone,
"He told me there would be auctions but not what was up for auction," You shrugged your shoulders passing it off as something Chan forgot to mention to you,Â
"Chan and Changbin have produced some songs that are up for grabs, the boys are up for auction as well as me-" He flashed the number that was on his tie '345' and then smiled as he went back to explaining.Â
"People will get the chance to bid on us for days out, meals we'll pay for and such. All the money going to the charities of tonight's event." As he explained everything the drinks you'd ordered were placed down in front of you and He paid for the drinks before you could making you sigh at him you hated whenever someone would pay for you.
"Gotta be quicker than that to pay," He nudged you playfully as he helped you carry the drinks over to Chan who was watching you both closely wondering what it was you were talking about.Â
"You should bid on me tonight, I've seen who wants to and I would much rather you have me for a day than someone them." He teased placing the drinks down onto the table while Chan eyed you up carefully again as he tried to make out what was making you laugh.Â
"What's so funny?" He questioned when he heard your small giggle leave your throat,Â
"Brian wanting me to bid on him-" You tried to explain but Chan cut you off quickly,
"Young K." Chan corrected you as he heard you call him Brian but Brian didn't mind what he was called, it just for joke purposes when he would yell out that he didn't know who Brian was.
"It's okay Chan, she can call me whatever she wants." Brian tried to laugh it off but it was clear Chan didn't find any of what was happening funny so you stayed silent on the matter and sipped on your drink.Â
"Y/n won't be bidding on anything tonight anyway," You frowned as Chan spoke on your behalf and you shook your head you'd made sure to pack your purse for the sole purpose of bidding on things.Â
"Why not?" You questioned as you looked to him for an answer,Â
"You don't need to." He mumbled as he turned to look at Chanbin who was calling his name from another part of the room.Â
"I have to go on stage to be auctioned off. Stay here. Don't go anywhere." His voice was stern so you just obeyed him not wanting to test him when he seemed he was already in a bad mood for whatever reason tonight. You stayed by the table watching over his drinks and the girls as they walked away to go and get ready for their stage time.Â
"I have to go as well, cheer up. Bid on whatever you want. Don't let grumpy pants put you in a bad mood." Brian winked at you before leaving to go and join the rest of the guys that were lining up. JYP already standing on the stage clutching a microphone as he announced what was going to happen and how people were supposed to bid on what or who they wanted. Writing down the number of what they wanted on a form and placing their highest bid on the sheet of paper before disclosing it into the boxes at the bars. At the end of the night, the winners would be announced in front of everyone and what they had won.Â
"Fuck it." You whispered to yourself going over to the bar again as you began writing down the number and how much you wanted to bid on.Â
"Having fun?" You turned to see the same elderly lady from earlier standing at the bar with you and you smiled at her,
"Lots. Are you?" She nodded over at someone in the crowd and told you that her son was being very nice to her after leaving her in the waiting room for so long. Â
"Who are you with?" She questioned as she wrote down who she was bidding on before slipping it into the box,Â
"My boyfriend, Chan from erm Stray kids." You pointed at Chan who was standing on the stage and she smiled at you rubbing your arms softly,
"Very cute, I can't wait to see the press images of you together. Those are always my favourite, and then the photo booth ones from inside the entrance hall...." Your heart sank as you realised there would be no photographs of you and Chan together tonight and then your head convinced you it was because he hated the way you looked in the dress you were wearing. That being the only explanation for sending you through the back entrance tonight instead of the main one where everyone else had gone and then leaving you in the "waiting room".Â
"Y-Yeah, I can't wait to see them." You lied as you excused yourself back to your table to wait for Chan to come back and get his drinks.Â
He never went back to the table he was the social butterfly he always was going over to different people in the room and talking with them while he avoided your direction altogether. You didn't blame him though, you loved how much he got along with everyone he met but you just wished he would come and see you for a while.
"Can I clean up for you?" A young waiter asked as he came over to the table, you recognised him as one of the trainees and you shook your head at him.
"No, it's okay. Chan will be over soon." At least you hoped he would be but the longer you stood there the less likely it seemed to be as he kept getting further and further away from you. The moment you saw him getting further away you sighed to yourself,
"A-Actually, just clean it up." You whispered to the trainee before heading in the direction of where the toilet signs were wanting to freshen yourself up a little before you went to ask Chan to go to the photo booth together. You at least wanted something good to come out of tonight. A small photo of you both together to go on your wall back home, it would be cute.
"I mean did you say her dress? Looks like she got it at a discount store," You heard Lila's voice fill the women's bathroom followed by some girly giggles as people followed her into the room. You looked at the door of the toilet booth you were sitting in and bit down on your lip, you were about to leave when they had walked into the room. Mentally thanking yourself for not going out when you wanted to.
"Lila! That's Chan's girlfriend you can't say things like that," You knew that that was Felix's girlfriend trying to defend you but it didn't work since Lila only threw back another comment about you.Â
"I'm being nice but not telling her to her face. I mean we all went all out. The least she could have done was dress up nice, why do you think Chan made them go around the back?" She started sniggering to herself and the girls joined in,Â
"He doesn't want to be seen with her in that tacky looking dress," She started laughing harder and your heart sank as she confirmed your fears about Chan forcing you to enter through the back entrance.
"I heard he was going to leave her in the waiting room all night with the elderly ones, the only reason she's come out is that Young K found her and felt sorry for her," Tears began to well up in your eyes as you heard them speak about you as though you were nothing.Â
"What does she do again?" Jisung's girlfriend asked as she applied lipstick onto her lips passing the colour over to someone else as they all checked themselves out.Â
"Apart from clinging onto Chan and live off of his money?" Someone laughed loudly and you rolled your head back against the door wanting nothing more than for them all to leave the room so you could get out in one piece. The back exit of the hotel looking more and more attractive as the seconds ticked by.
"She's a nurse, that's why they're so good together cause they understand how busy the other one gets." Someone you didn't recognise said to them in a softer tone trying to get them to stop being so mean but the rest of the girls all scoffed.Â
"Whatever. The least she could have done is tried to look presentable." The doors all shut behind them and you could have sunk down onto the floor in a pool of tears but you stopped yourself, coming out of the stall to look at yourself in the mirror. They were right, why would Chan want you to go around the front when you were dressed like this. You cleaned your hands before heading out into the hall bumping straight into Lila and the girls who all stared at you in horror as they realised you'd heard everything they'd been saying in there and then Lila smirked shrugging her shoulders when you met her gaze.Â
"E-Excuse me," You mumbled pushing yourself out of their way and heading towards the main doors wanting to leave when cameras began flashing. The girls all began to laugh as you backed away from the doors going into the main function room to find a way back out.Â
"I know, it looks awful. I tried to tell her but I didn't know how to so I just stayed silent." Chan was standing in front of you talking to Jisung and Felix and you felt your heart clench even more than it did when you were trapped in the bathroom. Even your own boyfriend thought you looked awful, everything confirming for you that it was the reason he'd taken you through the back and tried to leave you there for the night.Â
"I swear if it wasn't for you guys I wouldn't have come, it's so embarrassing." He let out a breathy chuckle not noticing the look he was getting from Felix when he spotted you behind him but you just walked away in silence keeping your head down as you tried to find the fastest route out of there.
"Y/n? Where are you going their about to announce some of the winners." Brian said as he noticed you heading towards the back door of the room your hand resting on the door as you stopped to speak to him so you didn't seem rude since he'd been the kindest to you all night.
"H-Home, not feeling too great." You lied as you looked at him, Chan watching from behind as he noticed that you were alone with Brian again. Jealously bubbling inside of him as he made his way over to you. Lila and her friends all gathered at the bar to start watching smirking at one another at what was about to unfold in front of them.Â
"I'll walk you out, come on." Brian nodded over to the front entrance again and you shook your head fear rising in you at the thought of going out of the main doors.Â
"I-I'll go out the back. I wouldn't want to risk embarrassing someone with how awful I look tonight." Brian frowned watching you walk out of the door as he tried to figure out what you meant by all of that.
"Chan what did-" He stopped trying to ask what you meant when Chan stormed out of the room after you, not saying anything to anyone as he just left the venue.Â
"Leave me alone," You mumbled to Chan as he tried to convince you to talk to him for the 100th time in a row, you'd gotten into the same cab since he left not long after you and demanded you talk to him but you couldn't. You didn't trust yourself not to cry in front of him in the taxi ride and now you were home all you wanted to do was get out of the dress and sleep for a week, never to be seen again. Along with burning the dress the moment you had the chance to.Â
"Y/n, we have to talk about this! What is wrong with you tonight?" He questioned but you kicked off your heels and continued walking up the staircase towards the bedroom, taking out the earrings and putting them into the jewellery box on the vanity. You ignored his question not wanting to get into it but he just kept pushing you for answers.
"You've been in an awful mood all night, what's your problem?!" He questioned once he saw you struggling to undo the zip on the back of your dress. Your arms fell down in defeat as he had the nerve to tell you that you were the one in the bad mood,Â
"I've been in a bad mood?" You questioned as you stared at him dumbfounded that he was accusing you of being the one in a bad mood.Â
"What's your problem? We went out for a nice night and you've ruined it by leaving early." You rolled your eyes as you went back to struggling to reach the zip at the back of your dress,Â
"You could have stayed there, lord knows you were having fun without me before I came in with Brian." You mumbled to yourself, wanting to scream out in annoyance with the dress when you couldn't get it undone quick enough.
"Talk to me when you're out of this mood," He grumbled at you as he turned to leave the bedroom, you sniffled as the tears you'd been holding in all night finally began to pour down your cheeks.Â
"If you were so embarrassed by what I was wearing you should have just told me! Instead of going to great lengths to keep me hidden away from every person and camera possible." You breathed out as you stared at the back of his head, his shoulders tensed up as he turned back to look at you.Â
"Is that what you thought I was doing?" His eyes softened as he stared at you waiting for your answer,
"No. Its what I know you were doing. I-I heard Lila and that in the bathroom, f-for fuck sake Chan you made me go through the back entrance and left me in a waiting room for an hour! Completely forgetting I was there!" The tears came gushing down your cheeks as the night stayed clear in your head. Your hands began to shake as you tried to get the dress off your body but it wouldn't budge. The zipper staying in place as you continued to try and get it off you,
"G-Get it off me, please." You stumbled over your words continuing to struggle until you cried out,Â
"Get this fucking thing off me!" Your hands began shaking viciously as you tried to get the dress to come undone Chan wrapped his arms around you from behind as he began unzipping the dress for you as he helped you out of it. The two of you sunk down onto your knees as he brought you into his chest but you moved away from him, shaking your head as you cried.Â
"I never meant for you to think that-" He tried to defend himself but you shook your head again, your mind going back to what you heard him say before.
"I heard what you were telling the boys, that I look awful and I'm embarrassing you...Next time save me the embarrassment and tell me." You got up from the floor heading to the en-suite when Chan stopped you by pressing his body against yours. His heart was racing you could feel it on your bare back as he wrapped his arms around you from behind as he shook his head. Promising you that it wasn't you that he was talking about.
"Baby no, N-No. I wasn't talking about you." He sighed, leaving kisses up and down your shoulder as he tried to reassure you that it wasn't you that he'd been talking about. The more he kissed you the harder you cried not wanting him to lie to you,Â
"I heard you, I heard Lila and the girls. Y-You should have told me at home and I wouldn't have gone Chan. You wouldn't have to have gone to great lengths in hiding me." He turned you around to face him but you avoided his gaze keeping your eyes turned to the floor until he cupped your face in his hand.
"Whatever Lila said is a lie, I took you through the back because I know how insecure you are about cameras, I didn't want you to be uncomfortable with them." He whispered to you as he bent down to look into your eyes whenever you would move them off him,Â
"I left you in the back room while I went to finish working on a song. I was on my way when Sana and Mina asked me to stand with them..." You scoffed at his poor attempt at an excuse, the first one you could believe but not this one,Â
"Yeah, right. Like I was born yesterday." You swatted his hands away from your body but he pulled you back to him not letting you get away from him that easily. Not when he had to tell you the truth and make you see the truth.Â
"I'm not and never will be embarrassed to be seen with you. What would make you think anything like that?" He reassured you as he kissed your forehead,Â
"Y-You didn't say anything when you saw the dress at home and then when we went through the back I thought maybe it was true...T-Then Lila in the bathroom-" A sob interrupted you as you cried out again feeling pathetic for crying over something like this in front of him,Â
"Then when I was leaving you said how awful someone looked and how embarrassing it was..." Chan could see why you thought he was doing the best he could to keep you hidden but he shook his head.
"Lila is a piece of work, I'll talk with Changbin about it later. Y/n. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on...You could have rocked up in a bin bag and I would have loved you for it." He whispered as he sat you down on the edge of the bed beside you, linking his hands with yours as he tried to get you to listen to him and pay attention.Â
"The only thing embarrassing about tonight was that Lila won a day with me, she didn't bother bidding on anything except for me. The thing I said looked awful..." You looked up at him with your eyes teared up and bloodshot, he cupped your face in his hands as he shook his head leaning down to peck your lips.
"Was Sana's necklace, none of them wanted to wear them but their managers said it looked great. I didn't have the heart to say it didn't." Everything he was telling you was starting to make sense, deep down inside Chan would never do anything or say anything that could hurt you but in those moments your head did all of the overthinking for you.
"I'm sorry." You whispered to him as you snuggled your head into his chest, his arms automatically wrapping around your body as he whispered that it was okay.Â
"I love you, you looked stunning tonight babe." He whispered to you as he pressed small kisses on the top of your head repeating it over and over to you.Â
"I really do love the dress..." He whispered as you sniffled against him again,Â
"I love you too Channie," You whispered to him not answering him on the dress subject since it was just bringing bad memories to your mind.Â
"Come on. Let's get you into a nice hot shower and then I'll make us a hot drink." He tapped your side carefully as he helped you up from the bed turning to leave for the bathroom when his phone started vibrating from inside his pocket.Â
"You bid on Brian-Hyung?" He stared at his phone as he read the text from Brian, glancing over his shoulder you smirked to see the smirking emojis from the older idol,Â
Tell Y/n to put on her dancing shoes we're going to have a great day! You started giggling to yourself as you pulled Chan towards the bathroom trying to make him forget about it,Â
"I'll swap my day with Lila for your day with Brian Hyung," He mumbled as he looked at you not wanting to get jealous over you and Brian again.Â
"How about we just dump the day with Lila and you come with me and Brian?" You questioned as a text came through to your phone confirming your win on both Chan and Brian for a day together, outbidding Lila by a mile by the looks of it.Â
"Did I ever mention that you're the best girlfriend a guy could ask for?" You shook your head as Chan picked you up carefully and carried you towards the bathroom,Â
"I don't think you've ever mentioned it Christopher. Tell me please," You giggled as he kicked the bathroom door shut and began explaining all of the reasons you were so great to you.
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The Blood King and his Queen [1]
Pairing: Bakugou x reader
Romance, Angst, Drama
Word count: 2.4K
Summary: Â From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasnât going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?
A/N: Hello my loves! And welcome back to another, rather long, series! I had so many inspirations for this piece that I couldnât wait to share with you all! Be warned, this might be a 20 part series, maybe more maybe less but weâll see what happens! I hope you fall in love with this story as much as I do!
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Nothing started your morning off better than the princess screaming her head off first thing in the morning. You, along with other servants, rushed to aid the princess in her time of distress. Although, it was never something to worry about with her. It was always something minor, like her hair was styled incorrectly or she didnât like the color of clothes her servant picked out. Of course, this time, she was making a fuss that her perfume didnât smell right.
âYour highness, I promise you, itâs the same one,â one of the servants who aided her in the morning pleaded for her life.
âNo! You must have switched it out because it smells nothing like mine!â the princess screeched. The princess was so outraged that she started throwing everything and anything that was around her. Clothes, jewelry, candles, mirrors, anything she could get her hands on, she threw it. You and the other girls that just arrived could only watch in horror as her whole room becomes a mess with her belongings, some broken some completely shattered.
You wanted to say something. But you knew you couldnât. If you stepped out of line or even talked back to any of the royals, you were surely to be punished severely later. Yet, you wanted to say something so bad. It was on the tip of your tongue. Because you knew the reason why it may smell different to the princess. To help your fellow friend in desperate need, you were going to say it. You pray to the gods that what you were about to say was right.
âPrincess, if I may,â you started. The princess stopped what she was doing, midair, to give you the coldest stare you have ever received from her. You gulped. Well, too late to back out now. You bowed down your head respectfully while extending your hand to take the perfume. You donât know why the princess decided to trust you at that moment, but she did. She nodded her head, allowing one of the servants to retrieve the bottle and place it in the palm of your hands.
âI believe itâs because your clothes already have a different perfume on it.â you explain. You pick up a different piece of clothing, one you knew was clean and free from previous scents, and spritzed the perfume onto it. âHere, does this smell like normal?â you offer the piece of clothing to the princess. For a moment, she stares at it, not believing your words. But she forcibly takes it anyway and smells it. The look of realization hit her harder than when she smashed her mirror against the floor. She spares you a second glance before handing off her perfume to someone and faces away.
âI would like to be left alone,â the princess states. After a synchronized bow from all her servants, you left the princessâs quarters and back to your own. When you were far enough, you let out a big sigh of relief. Man, that was scary. You probably shouldnât be doing that again any time soon. Your friend hooked arms with you, the unexpected force made you loose your balance.
âYour intuition was spot on, once again,â she stated. You could only roll your eyes.
âI was just trying to help the situation,â you explained.
âYeah, well if only the princess could use her brain once in a while, then she would have figured it out herself,â your friend puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.
âWell maybe her highness wasnât feeling herself this morning,â you tried to defend her. But really, there was only so much you could defend her on.
âOh, please, (y/n). You know thatâs how she acts all the time. You act more like a princess than the princess herself,â your friend finally let the cat out of the bag. You quickly slapped her hand and checked your surroundings. Phew, no one of importance was in sight.
âOh hush now. Donât say things like that,â you scold her, giving her a stern look.
âWhat? You know all us girls think that. It doesnât help that you look almost exactly like her. If I didnât know better, I would have thought you were the princess instead.â
âGood gracious! Really? How could you say that so loud? What if someone overhears you? Then both you and me could get in trouble,â you warned. You knew your friend couldnât care less. It was always gossip coming out of these girlâs mouths. Thatâs how news spreads fast around here. And you didnât mind the gossip. Actually, you participated in the gossip too. There was a lot of downtime when you werenât attending to the princess. So what do you do instead? Gossip. But you couldnât have this type of gossip going around. This was dangerous.
The main girl who caused the princess to get upset, finally left the room. She was visibly traumatized by the whole event. Who wouldnât be? Dealing with the princess is something else.
You noticed that the girl was bleeding from her finger. She must have gotten it when the princess was throwing glass around the room and it some pieces cut her.
âCome with me,â you gently grabbed her by the arm and led her to a room that was filled with different plants and bottles. The aroma immediately felt welcoming to anyone who stepped in. You went to a part of the room that you knew well and pulled out a bandage.
âThis should do the trick,â you say as you finish wrapping her finger up.
âThank you. How did youâŠâ
âOh, I learned a few things from the royal doctor. Sort of like an apprentice?â you explained. Being a servant isnât the only task you knew how to do. On your spare time, you would come to the royal doctor and assist him whenever needed. In return for your volunteer, he taught you everything he knew about medicine. It was still a lot to process, but at least you knew how to do basic first aid.
âAre you even allowed to do that?â the girl asked. You thought for a minute. Was it? It wasnât stopping you now.
âWell I guess itâs our little secret,â you put your finger to your mouth and gave a small wink.
After properly getting ready, you and the girls rushed to the princessâs side for it was your job to get her ready to be sent of and wedded. And she was not getting wedded off to just any prince. It was the rumored Blood Prince. Ah, yes. You heard much about this Blood Prince. He was the most vicious out of all the princes in the kingdom. Even more so than his eldest brothers. He was rumored to have sharp teeth and eyes that could kill with a single look. He was told to have scars marked all over his body from the battlefield. An ugly being, you imagined. Big, scary, intimidating, ruthless. God, you felt sorry for the princess for marrying such a man. You couldnât imagine yourself marrying that type of person. Hearing stories about him made your blood run cold and chills down your spine.
You entered the princessâs room where a beautiful, white wedding dress, flowy, magnificent and perfect in all the right ways, was being fitted on the princess. You watched in awe because she looked absolutely fantastical in the dress. What a dream it would to be wear that dress only once in your life. At the same time her dress was being fitted, some servants were doing her hair and putting decorative pins and head pieces on. It was very chaotic in the room, with servants running everywhere, but it was all worth it for the princess to look this way.
You were preparing water for her hands and feet to soak while some of the girls that came with you were deciding which robe that best fits with her wardrobe.
âYour highness looks so lovely,â you commented, gently soaking her hands into warm bowls of water.
âOf course! I have to look my best for a special guest this afternoon,â the princess said in a cheery voice. You tilted your head slightly in confusion. You werenât aware that the Blood Prince was coming to the palace. You thought the princess was being sent to him instead. You looked up and came into contact with a friend and she was speaking with her eyes.
She doesnât know. She signaled to you. You frowned.
She doesnât know?
She does not know.
Your mouth was left slightly ajar. The princess does not know that she is off to be engaged any moment now? This was a dilemma. She thinks a guest is coming. Thatâs why sheâs dressed so much fancier than usual. But when she finds out that she is to be engaged, sheâs going to wreck havoc in the palace. Now you really didnât dare say anything now.
After finding out that very important piece of information, you could see that all the girls in the room knew, besides the princess. The tension in the room was growing increasingly more uncomfortable as time went on. But the princess was so air headed that she couldnât read the room.
The princess was over the moon with happiness. And it was only because she could wear her fancy and expensive gowns that she canât wear on the daily. She was skipping down the long corridors, humming a tune to only she knows as you and other servants follow behind her.
âIsnât this dress beautiful? I feel like Iâm in a wedding dress!â the princess exclaimed. You couldnât help but raise a brow. Well, itâs because the princess is really in a wedding dress. But the princess did look beautiful beyond compare. She almost looked ethereal dancing in front of you like that. As the princess was dancing down the corridor, she passed by one of many large windows that gave a view of the front of the palace. A carriage was waiting to take her away to her fiancĂ©, but she didnât know that. Or did she?
She stopped in her tracks to take a better look at the carriage outside. A frown laid upon her lips and her eyebrows rightfully furrowed.
âIs that my carriage down there?â she questions. The ladies around you looked at each other, not knowing what to say. But even if they did know what to say, who was going to say it? One of your friends cleared their throat and bowed down to respond to the princess.
âIt is, your highness,â she said.
âWhatever for?â a round of gulps could be heard from everyone there.
âForâŠyour trip to your betrothed,â the girlâs voice shook from fear that the princess was going to blow up.
âMy betrothed?â the princess repeated.
âYes, your highness.â
âAs in, to marry?â
âYes, your highness.â
It was quiet. Nothing more came out of the princessâs mouth. And that scared all of you. This was not the normal reaction you were expecting. You expected her highness to rage, cry, scream, yell, destroy everything around her. But no. She was silent, like her tongue was ripped out of her throat.
In one quick movement, the princess turns around and dashes back to her bedroom. And who does she bring along? You! Before you could comprehend anything, the princess had taken you by the hand and now you were running down the corridor with the princess. The other ladies were running after you. When you turned back to look, you even saw a couple of guards running as well. But it was too late for them. The princess got to her room first, slammed the door closed, and barricaded the door with chairs to prevent anyone from coming inside.
âYour highness,â you call, out of breath from the sudden running. The princess didnât answer you. She started taking off her dress, sending you into complete shock.
âYour highness! What are you doing?â you panicked. She only glared at you while not stopping what she was doing.
âEnough talking. Just take off your clothes,â she ordered you. You bit your lip. You had no idea what was going on but if she demanded it, then you had no choice but to obey. So, you stripped yourself of your filthy clothes and laid them on the floor. While you stood in front of the princess naked, she was getting the remaining of her clothes off. Then, she passed you her dress.
âQuick, put it on,â she said. You hesitated at first. You? Wear something only a princess could wear? But you couldnât stall any longer. As quickly as you could, you put on the flowy wedding dress while the princess put on your peasant clothes. Banging was coming from the other side of the door, which only made both of you panic even more. If they came in while all this was happening, you would get into so much trouble. As soon as you both got situated in your new outfits, the princess gripped your shoulders so that you were looking her right in the eyes.
âListen to me closely. You are going to take my place. Iâll be you and youâll be me until you come back,â she shouted at you in a whisper.
âYour highness?â you began but she shut you up because she wasnât finished.
âYour mission is to make this prince hate you so much that he calls off this marriage. Then youâll return and everything will go back to normal,â she continued. It looked like she wanted to say more, but your time together was cut short. The guards had already pushed their way through the door and charging their way towards you. The princess, who was now dressed as you, quickly covered your face with the veil. The veil was thick enough that no one could see your eyes or face.
âTake the princess,â one of the guards ordered. The real princess bowed her head down, faking it until the end. The guards went straight up to you, grabbing you by both of your arms and forcibly escorted you out to the carriage.
And so there you were, on your way to some unknown kingdom, about to marry some man you didnât even know. All because the princess ordered you to. No matter how much you hated the idea, you couldnât even voice your opinions to her. You were in no position to do so. Before you left the palace grounds, you looked back, hoping that this was all some sort of sick joke. But the princess was looking down at you from the window, giving you a nod of trust. She trusted you. You had to fulfil her request.
This is how you found yourself in the presence of the most vicious Blood Prince, Bakugou Katsuki.
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Moral of the Story (Prologue)

Series Summary: From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, the two naive, young, and lovestruck teens decided the best way to keep a strong relationship during college would be to marry right out of highschool. No one batted an eye at the idea as everyone knew they were soulmates. However, college is a big step in a personâs life. You learn new things about yourself, you make new friends, find new hobbies⊠And maybe being newly weds and going to different colleges across the states wasnât the best plan⊠After a falling out, and a tragic heartbreaking divorce, the two now hold grudges for how the other handled the whole thing in the past. Neither not really knowing both sides of the story. 10 years later, and they both get a call from the lawyers office that settled their divorce. Somehow the papers never went through and the divorce was never completed. So now, the exes, or should we say husband and wife, have to meet back up after all these years to settle their failed marriage once and for all. (This summary will be shorter in other chapters. I just needed to get the full concept out there;)
A/N (repeat): So the other day while I was doing my hair (quite the process), I was playing music and the song Moral of the Story by Ashe came on. Mind you, Iâve heard this song hundreds of times, but for some reason, this time I got a major story idea! Listening to the lyrics brought me to this new series. Of course, the lengthy summary above will give you an idea of what came to my brain, but I recommend you listen to the song still because it plays a big part in my thought process:) (Plus itâs a good song;) Enjoy and please do not hesitate to share your thoughts and comments with me! I love each and every single one<3
(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N (Modern AU)
Word Count: 1200+
Prologue:
"Melody, have the papers for the Bee's Knees company come in yet?"
"Uh, no. But I can call them again and see if they faxed it or sent over a physical copy though," Melody answered from her desk, already typing away to find the company.
"Perfect. We have a meeting with a recycling plant next week and I want to get everything set before we go in with them," Y/N nodded, coming out from her office with a file in her hands. She turned to her assistant at the front desk who was about 20 emails deep and already finding the issue. "Hey, you're not coming in tomorrow, right?"
"Um, no, no. I am. I rescheduled that date," she answered bashfully as if she had been caught in the act of something.
"Melody..." Y/N drug out, hand on her hip.
"What? I- He understood. He said he was fine moving it to Saturday," the young woman shrugged, never looking back at her boss that was clearly sending her a motherly stare.
"You're already over your 40 hours this week, and you've rescheduled with him, what? 3 times now?" Y/N moved to the front of the desk so the young brunette had to make eye contact with her.
"Yes," she answered hesitantly.
"Is it just nerves or something else?" Y/N smirked.
"I'm not nervous... It's just been a while since I've had time for a date."
"Two things about what you just said in the past minute. One, clearly this guy likes you because he's rescheduled with you this many times and hasn't called it off yet. So if you're nervous about it not going well on his end, I think you're safe," Y/N pointed a finger at her.
"But-," Melody started.
"Second," Y/N cut off with a raised eyebrow. "I'm giving you time to go on a date and you're still not taking it. Work is no longer an excuse."
Melody stopped avoiding eye contact and looked up at the Y/H/C hair woman leaning on her reception desk.
"You've been talking with my mom again, haven't you?" she sighed.
"I promised I'd take care of you. So yes, I have. And though her reasoning for you dating is because she wants grandbabies, I just want you to have fun and live your life. You're 22. Don't waste your young years being scared."
"Ugh, fine. I'll text him now and see if he's still available for tonight," she groaned.
"Perfect!" Y/N grinned in victory as she started to walk back to her office. "I expect the details in the morning," she winked before she walked in.
"Oh, Y/N!" Melody stopped her. "A message came for you while you were in that last meeting."
"Who from?" Y/N quirked an eyebrow, moving back to the desk.
"Uh, I don't really know. Didn't sound familiar, but here's the name and number they said to call back from," she answered, handing her a note.
Y/N took the small paper and looked it over. Her face dropped and her eyes widened.
"You ok? Is it someone you know?" the young assistant asked, noticing what looked like horror on her face.
"Um, yeah. Yeah, an old acquaintance of mine," Y/N tried to quickly brush off. "Um, I'm going to take this. Can you hold any calls and if anyone comes to talk, tell them to just email me?"
"Oh, ok. Yeah, I'll take care of it," Melody nodded.
"Thank you."
Rushing back to her office and quickly shutting her door, she raced to her phone. She read the business name again, not sure if she was dreaming or if it was a hallucination.
Nope. Hammer Attorney was written in Melody's perfect penmanship on the paper with a number that held an area code from New York. A place she never thought she would hear from again and from a town she hadn't visited in almost 10 years._________________
"Buck, did you tell Fury about getting those new water therapy machines?" Steve shouted from his room.
"We're at home, Steve. Why are we talking about work?" Bucky groaned as he slouched on the couch. A beer in hand and a documentary with I Survived stories playing in front of him.
Steve came in from around the corner looking down at his phone in hand before moving his eye line to his roommate.
"Because I just got a call from the night crew saying that the last one that was working, finally went out tonight while they were running it for some test," Steve raised an eyebrow.
"Ugh, you would think that a facility run by a billionaire who literally makes his money on high-tech machines, wouldn't have to ask for those kinds of things," Bucky groaned, grabbing his own phone and going through emails. "Let me check to see if the email went through. He wasn't in office when I went to tell him."
As he was sorting through the hundreds of emails sent back and forth just this week alone, he found the reply message.
"Yeah, management confirmed it. They should be in by Saturday it looks like. Guess Stark was still working out the kinks to a new one and was waiting to send one our way until the last one died to get more time on his newest model."
Steve nodded before walking to the kitchen and typing Bucky's response to the other crew members.
"The man is always finding new ways to upgrade them before he can even send them to us."
Just as Bucky was about to throw his phone to the side again though, it started ringing. Looking at the caller ID, he didn't recognize the unknown number. It was from in-state but in his hometown area of Brooklyn. He pinched his eyebrows together confused at the call, but answered it anyway, thinking it must be someone from home.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Mr. Barnes?"Â The other voice answered.
"Yes, this is him. Who's this?" he asked, sitting up a little and putting the beer on the end table.
"My name is Matthew Murdock. I work at Nelson and Murdock Law firm," he went on. Bucky shook his head not knowing what that was supposed to mean. "Well, you may actually know us previously as Hammer Attorney. We recently just took over their business after some fraud issues."
Bucky's heart stopped. He knew what that name meant.
"I hate to inform you, but we were going through some of their old files. Ones we were informed could be incomplete or done completely incorrectly due to little care in the actual cases, but more so in taking the money."
"Incomplete cases?" Bucky said softly. His brain was still trying to wrap around the conversation.
"Yes, unfortunately, it looks like a lot of cases having to deal with divorces that the past owners handled, were done strictly in order to launder money. They weren't actually certified, nor trained in handling divorce settlements."
Bucky froze. Eyes wide. Mouth agape.
He stuttered out a response when the man on the other line didn't continue.
"A-And talking about incomplete divorce settlements, you called because..." Bucky knew. He needed to hear it out loud because if he didn't, it wasn't true. It couldn't be.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Barnes, but it looks as though you and your wife, Y/N Y/L/N or sorry, Y/N Barnes, are actually not divorced."
(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)
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BILLY â Kim Taehyung (2)

pairing: taehyung x f reader
genre: horror au, yandere au, saw/john kramer au
synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed âJigsawâ is spreading around town like wildfire⊠the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victimâs body. No one knows who heâll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?
warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughs, abusive relationships, stalking etc. dont read if triggered. there are some ?? fucked up things in this but idk what to word them. but also mentions of self harm/self hating thoughts.
wordcount: 2.2k
a/n: unedited so pls forgive me for any mistakes and lmk if u want to be added to a taglist^^
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part one part three
Youâd spent a couple of hours in the cafĂ© with Taehyung. Jimin popped over every now and then to talk with his best friend and to make sure you had everything you needed while there.
When you left, Jimin wrapped his arms around you as he bid his farewell, âIt was lovely to meet you Y/N! Please, donât be a stranger!â You simply nodded your head as you pulled away from the hug. You grinned back at him as he moved to Taehyung. You opened the door, carefully stepping outside to leave the boys with some privacy.
Once the door shut Jiminâs smile beamed, âso sheâs the girl youâre always talking about, Flower? Right?â
âYeah she is, thanks for that though man but, Iâve gotta go. Iâll see you later?â
Taehyung smiled as he made his way towards you, you looked up and he swore, he saw a hint of nervousness in your eyes, probably because itâs dark, he thought to himself. âCome on then, letâs get you home.â He held out his hand, you were quick to grab a hold of it. Taehyung intertwined your fingers as he tugged you back across the road, âitâll take about twenty minutes, you gonna be alright to walk?â he glanced down to you.
Your heart warmed at the way his eyes smiled with him, âIâll be fine, thank you.â He seemed happy enough with your answer as you fell into a steady rhythm. You felt a little conflicted, you may not know Taehyung well but he had an energy about him that made you wanna spill every secret you knew, youâd shared pointless stories while you were at the cafĂ©, having learnt Taehyung was a family oriented person, he loved art and he was passionate about little subjects other people would deem small. Yet he had a warmth that youâd not seen in anyone else.
Fuck it, you thought, heâs shown nothing but kindness, you may aswell open upto him⊠atleast.
âI was in an abusive relationship.â Taehyung felt himself smirk but quickly wiped it from his face, he arched an eyebrow as he looked down to you, âit was my first too. It left me, fucked up, in a way. Not that I wasnât already fucked up.â Progress. He squeezed your hand in reassurance, go on⊠âIâve always been insecure and uh, uncomfortable with the way I look. After that disaster of a relationship, it left me worse for wear.â you kept your eyes on the road, you didnât want to see the judgement on his face yet it didnât stop you from carrying on, âI never told my friends or family about it. None of them knew I was struggling before it anyway so Iâve been letting it tear me apart.â
âWhy tell me then doll?â
You risked a glance at his face. There were no traces of judgement or pity. Swallowing down your nerves, you added softly, âI had to tell someone. Even if that someone is a random personâ who showed me kindness when I needed it.â
Taehyung felt his heart clench, sheâs already trusting me⊠this was easier than I thought. âDonât feel like you need to tell me anything baby,â I already know it all.
You felt your cheeks burn from the pet name, how could something so simple, affect you this much? God, talk about a schoolgirl crush. âThatâs the thing, I donât feel like I need to. I just, I want to.â
Taehyung presented you with his boxy grin, âThen you can tell me anything you want, whether it's big or small.â
âThank you Taehyung.â It was like the sun had shone down on you, the simplest gesture meant the world. Here you had a person willing to talk to you about your darkest secrets. A person willing to listen. Someone who had no ties to your family, which made it easier for the words to flow from you, âItâs like, I was this happy, care-free kid. I smiled without forcing it and when I laughed⊠I felt free. I didnât feel like I was losing my breath. Not like I do now, everytime I do so much as breathe, it's like these roots have twisted around my lungs and everytime a breath escapes, they crush them tighter. Itâs like a reminder. Youâre never fully alive. Youâre never fully happy. Pain overrides any other emotion. Iâve learned that, after all those years. I used to think, Iâd never accept it.â A solemn silence fell over you. The roots squeezed your lungs even tighter as you whispered, âIâm scared of living.â
âFlower, some people are anchored to this world by their feet, others by their fears. You donât have to voice it, I know youâre scared. You have your fears. Your demons. The thing you were doing at the cafe; is destructive. Anything that harms you, is destructive. Fuck, it may only be something as simple as picking your skin but that can lead into bigger things.â
It already has.
âTaehyung, I know that. I knew when it started but it helps, it lessens my anxiety. Youâre the only one to have picked up on it. My friends⊠they donât notice. If they do, they donât mention it.â
Taehyung scoffed, âYou really think anyone on this planet is your friend?â
Your mouth was sewn shut. You didnât want to admit it but, there was some truth to his words.
You walked home in silence.
That night haunted you. It forced its way into your dreams. It clouded your thoughts when Yoongi and Hoseok were with you. When youâd spent time together, you were vacant. A soulless body. It was like a poison had found its way into your brain, second guessing relationships and peopleâs motives.
âYou really think anyone on this planet is your friend?â
Why were you letting it get in your head so much? You knew your friends. They were the only ones you felt safe with. They were your friends for a reason, they supported you (albeit sometimes they had a sense of⊠tough love) but they always had your back.
You didnât mention Taehyung to Yoongi or Hoseok. You felt as though that was something that should be kept between you and him. Plus, the duo wouldâve felt betrayed and upset by the fact you had wandered into foreign territory alone and found company in a complete stranger-- especially after theyâd warned you about the whole Jigsaw shit.
To save the arguments, you went about your life as usual. You helped out your Mum with the flower shop, the array of flowers made you realise how the simplest things were beautiful. That of course, didnât include yourself. Rancid thoughts clouded what was once, a tranquil space. Those god forsaken roots hadnât lessened. Breathing was still difficultâ as was pretending that you were absolutely fine.
You avoided mirrors, a quick glance could wreck your entire mood. You hated people taking photos of you, it made you scrutinise every single thing.
My nose is too big.
My chin is too round.
My face just shouts ugly.
My legs are disgusting.
My stomach is embarrassing.
My boobs are weird.
Not to say, you didnât have these thoughts on the regular. However, the more you eluded your appearance, the voices lessened. You could ignore the way you looked, forget it completely. Often convinced yourself you were a plain person. The stereotypical norm: someone that no one would look twice at. It helped you get on with everyday tasks, it helped you ease the anxiety.
After all, every flower must grow through dirt.
But how would you react? If you knew, he had all the pictures of you?
Tuesdays you worked at your Dadâs garage. You didnât know much about cars but you enjoyed his company. As well as spending time with Hobi and Yoongi. You often found yourself pranking the former with Yoongi, little jokes that luckily, didnât piss Hobi off too much.
Today though, you were late. Youâd had to spend more time trying to find the more appropriate clothing⊠you didnât want people to see the slashed lines of red that littered your body.
After you messily threw an outfit together, you made your way down to the garage. You found your eyes trained on the silver Nissan Skyline, mouth agape as you collided into something.
You felt hands grab your shoulders, âWatch where youâre going,â Yoongi brought his hands to ruffle your hair, âgotta be careful while weâve got that here kidda. That fuckers expensive.â He released a chuckle as you rolled your eyes, softly elbowing him out the way.
Your dad was under the bonnet, a box of tools were scattered around his feet. Organised mess, your Dad was infamous for it.
âSorry Iâm late Pops, what do you want me to do?â
Not even a second later, your Dad turned to face you, âAh darling, not a lot while weâre working on this. Can you go make us some drinks?â
âYeah course, I wonât be too long!â
You passed Hoseok on your way to the little kitchen situated at the back, he sent you a wink as he shouted across, âCoffee for me kidda!â
Three cups were spread in front of you. Americano for Yoongi, Coffee for Hobi and Cappuchino for Pops. Just as you were about to shout the guys, a presence had situated itself comfortably behind you. Before you had time to turn around, a deep baritone voice addressed you, âYou not gonna ask me if I want a cup baby?â
You felt yourself still. You knew that voice. The voice that was haunting your dreams, even your wake.
You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?
Taehyung watched the way your body tensed, your shoulders stiffened, your breathing altered. Hm, sheâs nervous. How cute.
âWhat are you doing here?â the words passed your lips, delivered as though they were encased in thorns.
A deep chuckle filled the room, âWhat do you think Iâm doing here?â Taehyung inched closer, the atmosphere was almost palpable. You felt the way his chest brushed against your back, a sudden chill shot through you as he brought his hand upâ which grazed against your skin whilst he moved your hair from your neck. His eyes turned hungry at the sight of your goosebumps. Your heart raced when he brought his head lower, lips next to your ear, âYou think Iâm here for you baby?â I am⊠but you donât need to know that just yet.
You spun around, squashed between the table and Taehyung. Heat radiated off of him, how can he be so hot? It felt like you were in a furnace (while face to face with the Devil.)
Fear stricken, you tried to fight through it. Donât show him. Donât let him see. With a sarcastic smile plastered on your face you retorted, âOf course you are Taehyung. You tracked me down using the information I gave you and figured out which Garage is ours.â
The sarcasm was practically dripping from your tone like venom. Taehyung felt himself stifle a laugh.
You just didnât know. In all fairness, you didnât know anything. How would you know that Taehyung had done exactly that, except heâd done it months prior.
He lowered his head to yours, your hands raised to push him away but Taehyung wrapped his fingers around each wrist and tugged them to lay between you before you even had the chance to nudge him. You felt like you were stuck in a Venus fly trap.
âIâm not some type of sicko, doll.â
You were just a naive, misunderstood, little girl.
âIâm getting my car fixed. Your dadâs working on it right now.â
Your body visibly relaxed, releasing a breath you didnât know you were holding. âOh, the Skyline? Wait, you have a car and made us walk back to mine the other week?â
âI didnât make you walk for the fun of it baby, my car is literally in the shop so obviously it was broken.â
Only, the car was perfectly fine when you met him those weeks ago. He had made the pair of you walk so heâd have more of a chance to speak to you and to touch you. The only way he could follow you around without being suspicious, especially at your dads work, was to have a somewhat reasonable excuse (which resulted in him messing with the engine). He knew although youâd shied away from him that night, he could easily win you back around.
âOh shit, Iâm sorry Taehyung. Iâm also uh, sorry about how that night ended.â
âDonât sweat it, I know what I said came off a little... weird but I didnât mean any harm.â
With an angelic smile on your face in return, Taehyung knew that soon, that smile would morph into a grateful one. After all, he was going to help you.
Until a person is faced with death, itâs impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
Live or Die.
Your choice.
He had first seen you out and about last year. However, he had first heard of you when the guys working for him had slammed a file onto his desk, Subject #13 was scrawled on the top. Filled to the brim with pictures of you and everything about your life down to the littlest detail.
L/N Y/Nâ D.O.B 03.11.02â 19 years old.
Phone number: XXXXX.XXXXX
Female. Lives with parents at: 171 Norm Street, Falfield F91 7DW. Was outcasted at school but befriended a Jeon Jeongguk [19 years, male. 92 Carriers Road, Cressage CY5 3EA. XXXXX.XXXXX].
Ex partner is Kang Jaehyo. [23 years. Male. Abusive and manipulative, laid his hands on Y/N multiple times leaving bruises and scars. Sexual abuse was also discovered. Have been broken up for 4 months. 13 Walkers Drive, Falfield, F73 1DL XXXXX.XXXXX]
Y/N has suicidal ideations (as well as 7 attempts). Self harms by âcuttingâ âpunchingâ and âscratchingâ. Diagnosed with Depression and Anxiety Disorder on May 13th 2016. Works at Toret Garage and Lettyâs Floral. Both places owned by parents.
The web of lies and deceit had barely scraped the surface.
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Sirius Black Masterlist by Heloise Daphne Brightmore
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Sirius Black imagines/blurbs
[A] Alive [0.3k words]
Sirius gets injured and regardless of his reassuring touch, you find it hard to process that heâs alright.
[U] Unbroken promise [0.9k words]
Sirius promises a breath-taking date, only to leave you waiting. When Remus arrives, your heart realises before your brain does that something might not be right.
Sirius Black one shots
[A] A haunted night [1.7k words]
Sirius has been battling with his nightmares, but he decides to fight them alone, fearing to share his weaknesses with you. That is until you can't stand his pained whimpers echoing across the corridor anymore.
Absurd ideas [4.7k words]
Siriusâ jealousy causes a misunderstanding which inevitably ends up with him getting worked up and everyone else being confused. Most of all you, when you realise he thinks he knows what you feel, but he couldnât be farther from the truth.
All your fault [1.9k words]
Siriusâ boredom causes you to end up in detention. Or so you think, but he has a different perspective on the events and you clearly canât find the golden middle.
Alone? Together! [1.5k words]
The war has taken a toll on everyone and Sirius finds himself useless whilst hiding at Grimmauld Place. His own thoughts are eating him up, wanting to be reckless, but not daring to lose those he loves. When you arrive to sooth his worries, your strength reassures him that he is not alone, that whatever happens, you can face it together.
An unrefusable offer [3.2k words]
Sirius has been trying to get you to go out with him for the longest of time, but you canât accept his interest in you. Will his cunning little plan change your mind at Lily and Jamesâ wedding or will it end in a disaster?
[B] Be my (fake) girlfriend [4.8k words]
Sirius is fed up of girls throwing themselves at him, so he asks you to be his fake girlfriend, but you seem to enjoy the fake relationship more than you were supposed to.
Best Christmas Present [3.1k words]
Sirius goes back to you after he has escaped Azkaban. But when he finds you with a son, he wants nothing but to escape the heartbreak, not even listening to your explanation.
Beyond Friendship [8.3k words]
To get back at your good-for-nothing ex-boyfriend, you ask Sirius to help you out and pretend to be your new boyfriend, which seems to agitate your ex just as you expected. However, you couldn't have anticipated how Siriusâ infuriating presence could actually turn out to be not only fun, but almost essential.
Bitter Past [3.8k words]
Sirius has been relentlessly asking you out on dates, when you finally agreed, but in your mind itâs all about revenge.
Bundle of joy [1.4k words]
Part of the series What they call home, but can be read separately. When you realise thereâs a little baby growing in your belly, it terrifies you. Both you and Sirius had a rough childhood and now that thereâs a new life inside you, your ability to raise a child concerns you, especially as youâre in the middle of a war.
Busted [4k words] [18+]
You and Sirius have always been close, but in the last year you have been even more involved with each other. However you didnât want others to know about it, so you kept it a secret. Up until you both made a mistake.
[C] Christmas lie [1.8k words]
Your relationship with your parents has never been a good one, therefore they plan to spend Christmas without you. But you donât want Sirius to spend it with you either, knowing he would have a better time with his friends. So you decide to lie.
Cookies [1.6k words]
You always loved to bake, so spending time in Hogwartsâ kitchen has become a daily activity of yours. This time however Sirius joins you and he has other ideas beside tasting your delicious cookies.
Crimes of jealousy [3.8k words]
Sirius becomes jealous when he hears that you agreed to go on a date with a fellow Gryffindor and he decides to do something about it.
Cuddles [1.1k words]
Sirius and you are cuddled up in a bed, enjoying a warm, sunny morning with a couple of sweet confessions.
[D] Damned words [2k words]
Friends. And a bit more of the benefits. That's what you and Sirius were to each other. Until he uttered those damned words maybe in the heat of the moment, maybe as a result of the amount of alcohol he consumed. Either way, you should have escaped.
Degrading feelings [1.8k words]
James thinks his friendship is more important than your relationship with Sirius so you and Lily decide to take revenge
Distant friend [3.8k words]
When rumours start about you and your housemate, Sirius decides to keep a distance from you, which you do not take well.
Do you mind? [1.9k words]
You think you know better what Sirius would say and when you actually do, Sirius ends up speechless. However, what you donât know is what Sirius would do.
Donât play games with me! [2.5k words]
Having a crush on Sirius was as normal as the sun coming up every day, but as a friend of his, you tried to keep it a secret. But then James decides to get involved and corners you in an uncomfortable conversation.
[F] Fear of prejudice [2.2k words]
You didnât find being a barista a particularly attractive career, but when Sirius takes on the role, it stirs up some unexpected feelings inside you. However the reason behind your newfound interest isnât in his occupation, but something that you dare not to voice, ashamed of your sinful thoughts.
Feelings [1.2k words]
You have been having all sorts of feelings, causing your head to become a mess. Sirius, being a sweet boyfriend stays by your side.
Fluffy supporter [2k words]
You have been in need of a support animal since first year, but unfortunately your puppy couldnât accompany you at the start of year. Padfoot comes along to help you out, without you knowing that the dog is actually your boyfriend.
[G] Gentle Seduction [3.5k words]
You are more than aware of Siriusâ feelings towards you, but he doesnât seem to want to take the first step. You decide to force him to realise he has no other options.
Go on a date with me! [3.6k words]
You have had enough of craving for Siriusâ attention so you decide to take the first step. Things however might not turn out to be so great.
[I] I missed you [1k words]
Sirius is missing you, his girlfriend, and James finds the situation rather entertaining. It seems James and you are on the same wavelength when it comes to Sirius being a love-sick puppy.
Interest in you [3.2k words]
You have been interested in Sirius for years, but you didnât want to date him. It has been bugging him to no end, leaving you annoyed.
[M] Make me [3k words]
Sirius is unable to shut up and you are at a tipping point. Even after being kindly asked to shut up for a mere second, Sirius doesnât take your request seriously.
Memories of a Pensieve [3.4k words]
Your friends have been tired of you and Sirius dancing around each other so they show you what they see on a daily basis to convince you.
Misunderstood feelings [4.1k words]
Being Sirius Blackâs girlfriend had its pros and cons, but unfortunately you could only see what was missing recently.
[N] Not so perfect [1.6k words]
Sirius is the perfect son. Captain of his quidditch team, Headboy of Slytherin, dashingly handsome with perfect grades and proud parents. Expect that he has fallen for a Muggleborn Gryffindor.
[R] Relying on [2.5k words]
You are not sure if you can rely on your friends anymore, the continuous bullying and harassment, the mean words playing in your head over and over again, almost pushing you too far from them. [Platonic]
[S] Second chance [2.4k words]
Sirius has been distant and rude, eventually breaking your friendship. He is angry, you are hurt, both of you pulling away even further. That is until James and Remus decide to meddle.
Space that he already had [5.3k words]
Your boyfriend, Sirius has been more distant than ever and he doesnât even realise it even when you confront him.
[T] Teacherâs pet [5.3k words]
Sirius being your teacher meant he was someone you could never have. You are struggling with your feelings and how ethically wrong what you feel is, even though he is only 5 years older.
Truth behind the Polyjuice [2.3k words]Â
The marauders decide to take your love life into their hands, but things turn out badly, leaving you full of anger towards them.
Truth or Dare [4.5k words]
You and your friends are bored so you start playing a little Truth or Dare, but it doesnât necessarily go as planned. Or does it?
[U] Unexpected expectancy [3.4k words]
You and Sirius have never talked about having a family on your own. When you become pregnant, you panic and donât know what to do.
Unforeseen mission [5.8k words]
You have always thought Sirius cheated on you back in Hogwarts, so you avoided him. But then Dumbledore decides to send you on a mission together and you accidentally agree.
Unprotected experience [3.1k words]
A couple of nights of fun left you sick and vulnerable. When you finally realise the cause of your sickness, you do not know what to do.
[Y] Your decision, yours only [1.7k words]
Sirius is having trouble with his family and you are trying to be there for him.
Sirius Black headcanons
[M] Movie genres [0.2k words]
What movie genres Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter like.
[P] Pets they brought to Hogwarts [0.4k words]
What kind of pets Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and Regulus Black brought to Hogwarts in their first year.Â
Sirius Black mini seriesÂ
[F] Facade pt. 1|2 [1.1k words] Facade pt. 2|2 [1.1k words]
You have been silently suffering pretending to be someone else, but noone can see the real you.
[H] Hot stuff pt. 1|2 [6k words] Hot stuff pt. 2|2 [4.2k words]
University is causing you a great deal of stress, you are couped up in your room, having your own cave. That is until your friends decide they have had enough and drag you away from your studies for a night out. But when your eyes meet a familiar face, one that you thought you would never see again, you find yourself once again captured by him, the reasonable part of your brain betraying you.
[L] Like a dream pt. 1|2 [3.4k words] Like a dream pt. 2|2 [2.9k words]
Sirius and you were supposed to be enemies, but your crush on him might not be as unrequited as you thought.
Lesson from a Prefect pt. 1|2 [4.6k words] Lesson from a Prefect pt. 2|2 [4.4k words]
Being a prefect meant you didnât have a good relationship with the Marauders. However Sirius takes an interest in you after you give him a piece of your mind. You are tricked into going on a date with Sirius and you are dreading every moment of it, but he turns out to be more than a lost because.
Love in the Order pt. 1|2 [3.3k words] Love in the Order pt. 2|2 [3.3k words]
Finally finishing your mission you return to the Orderâs headquarter as per Dumbledoreâs request, where you run into Sirius Black, the man you have been craving to see. Feeling the happiness of being reunited doesnât last long, you have to part ways with Sirius to attend to another dangerous mission, but things donât turn out the way you have planned.
[T] Teach me how to kiss pt. 1|2 [3.7k words] Teach me how to kiss pt. 2|2 [3.7k words]
You have asked your crush out on a date, but you never dated before. You ask your best friend, Sirius to teach you on the physical part of dating, which he reluctantly agrees to. You realise that you have caught feelings for him, but knowing he would never return your feelings is beyond painful.Â
[U] Useless warning pt. 1|2 [3.9k words] Useless warning pt. 2|2 [3.5k words]Â
Sirius is one of your best friends who happens to be dating Marlene. She isnât particularly a good friend of yours, but you do get along. She agrees to go out with Sirius, all the while she is aware of your feelings. Things get complicated as you are unable to keep your feelings to yourself anymore.
Sirius Black series
[W] What they call home [14.3k words]
Youâre in need of protection and Albus is ready to give it to you after years of help you have been providing the Order with. However your presence is not welcomed, especially by Sirius Black himself as you already have history behind you. However Sirius agrees to the wizardâs wishes, which forces you to be trapped in the same household. [Completed]
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shut in [5]
Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, youâre forced to hide in a safehouse with a man youâve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, youâre forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before itâs too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)
Warnings: cursing, threats, implied ptsd, violence
Word count:Â 2.9k
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âWhere are they?â
âWe donât know, boss.â
Their eyes glossed over with rising anger, masking its earlier aloofness.
âIâm going to need more than âI donât knowâ.â Their voice was acidic, dripping with faux politeness. A bad sign.
âPolice say they pulled off the highway at one point and then they lost track of them because there were no cameras.â The agent looked at his partner who only nodded in confirmation.
âThey could have ditched the car before going on foot,â the partner suggested rather unhelpfully, Â âWe have no idea where they could beâ
They were silent, mouth pressed in a hard line, leaving everyone in silence.
âHave I told you about the time my dad hired someone to fix the sink here?â they finally asked, looking away from the agents. âSome drunk fuck got in a fistfight and absolutely decimated the thing. Dad got someone to fix the hole in the wall and the fitting.â
They turned away, facing the wall.
âHe did an alright job, that guy. Fixed up the place, installed a new sink. But there was a problem that he said heâd be able to fix only the next day, something about water dripping through an unsealed pipe.â
The agents just sat there on their chairs, feet cold. They knew where the story was going. It was a myth at their organisation, a cautionary tale to everyone who joined.
âMy dad, he agreed. Said âYeah sure, come back tomorrowâ. Guy packed up his bag and was on his way out when my dad called him back. Asked him to hold out his hand for the money and then he just,â they paused, âcut one of his fingers clean off. Told him that heâd get his payment and his finger when the job was done.â
âI loved my father,â They skipped a beat before whipping their head around to look at the two agents. âBut he was a coward. I would have shot him in the head.â
The agents looked paler than what they were a few seconds ago.
âIf I tell you to do something, either do it perfectly or donât do it all because the next time youâre here and those two are still alive,â they sneered, lunging forward to grab one of their collars, âIâll blow your fucking brains out. Do we have an understanding?â
âYes boss,â the partner was barely audible, speaking for the one who was breathing heavily, looking like he was on the verge of passing out.
âGo on then.â They smiled, letting go of the agentâs collar as he stayed frozen in his place. They dusted their hands off before straightening up. âDonât return without good news.â
The frustration of not knowing something was not one you were used to.
You were used to knowing. The satisfaction of a puzzle. The ease of a predictable pattern.
So when this mystery wasnât getting solved within twenty minutes, it was starting to affect you. You spent hours staring at the ceiling, replaying every detail for months leading up to the case. Every client you shook hands with. Every coworker you greeted with a nod. Every vile sicko you had killed.
And yet, no matter how much you thought and rethought and rethought again, it simply didnât make sense. There was a piece missing. A hidden variable.
Sam helped wherever he could. He offered up arguments and rebuttals. If you had a theory, heâd find the flaw or the lack of proof. He was keeping it reasonable. Only snorted when you suggested that maybe the president was involved in a large scale extermination of underground mafias. A absurd theory that had no roots in reality.
âYou could point out any official on the damn senate and they would have some connection to our gang that you can dig up with one Red Bull and twenty minutes on the internet,â he had said. âItâs too much of a liability if we get caught. Theyâll just get exposed for all the nasty shit theyâve been hiding under the carpet.â
You knew this, of course, and it didnât help to be reminded of it again because it also meant that one more theory was ruled out. And with each theory ruled out, the further away you were from your answer.
It was frustrating.
Sam was in front of the TV, lounging on the couch with the copy of Pride and Prejudice in his hands. You were working on plausible solutions, drawing up flow charts to see what could be connected.
If Pierce wasnât the common link then it had to be something else. You couldnât proceed with the other spies theory because no one else immediately sprung to mind. There was one... but you decided against writing it.
If Ransone was telling the truth, and there was no way of knowing he was, Sam and you were unrelated and his being there was coincidental. You just had to rely on the employee-employer relationship you shared, if you could even call it that.
âFuck,â you cursed loudly, tearing up the piece of paper and crumpling it. You groaned, holding your head in your hands. Your eyes were burning from straining it for too long and your shoulders were in pain from slumping over the table all day.Â
You took a deep breath, shaking your head before instinctively reaching for another sheet. Your hand came up short so you fumbled around the table blindly, trying to grab at a piece of paper without spending the extra effort of searching.
âYouâre not getting another sheet,â Samâs voice came from above you. âYouâre going to watch some shitty movie, eat some soup and relax for today.â
âGive it back, Wilson,â you muttered, reaching out your hand.
âNo. You can use your unhealthy coping mechanism when Iâm not around to see it. Half of this is my mess too and Iâm not going to watch you have a breakdown over it.â
He was going to be annoyingly persistent; somehow he had exhibited that magnificently over the last few days. You knew better than to argue with him over something that he had made his mind up about by now.
âI donât want to watch a movie.â You let your head fall onto the table, wishing that the cool wood would do something for the headache you felt coming.
You heard him set the paper back down, not saying a word. Your head was throbbing and all you wanted was the frustration to ease. It was killing you.
âCome on. Weâre going outside.â That piqued your interest. Sam had never invited you anywhere before.
âWhere?â
âYâknow; the outside. I know you havenât seen it in a while but see if these words jog your memory. Sun. Grass. Win-â
âI know what the outdoors is, Wilson.â You smiled against the table, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing it. âIâm asking where exactly weâre going.â
âYouâll see. Put some shoes on.â
By the time you looked up he was already walking away from the table, leaving you to follow.
You sighed. He sounded too determined and you didnât have many other options.
Pushing your chair away from the table, you went to go put on your shoes. __
âIf in care you were planning to, Iâm just going to tell you right now that you canât kill me.â
The both of you had been wandering along the path for a while. When you met him by the backdoor, he had a bag with him filled with who knows what.
He declined to tell you what was in it either, despite you asking thrice.
âCalm down, Keanu Reeves. Thatâs not what I was going to do.â Sam gave a short laugh.
âIâm serious. I know karate.â
âSo do I.â
âKrav Maga.â
He hummed in agreement.Â
âKickboxing.â
âNow youâre just insulting me. Thatâs level one.â
The path was littered with tree roots that stuck out of the soil, stray branches and leaves that crunched satisfactorily under your feet. One second of distraction and you were sure youâd fall flat to the ground.Â
You both continued for a few more minutes before he finally came to a stop.
It didn't look very different from the rest of the woods until something caught your eye. In front of you, one of the trees stood out. The bark had large concentric circles, resembling a large dart board. A few indentations were already made in it; clearly it was being used for practice regularly.
âHere you go,â he spoke from beside you, handing you a tomahawk. âGo ahead, throw it at it.â
You looked at the tiny axe in his hand.
âThink of it as adult darts,â he encouraged, âHere, Iâll throw the first one.â
He extended his arm in front of him, pulling his wrist back before effortlessly throwing it at his makeshift board. It was two circles away from the bullseye he had carved out. It must have taken a while to make.
âThis doesnât look very safe,â you commented as he picked up another one, launching it at the tree. You followed its trajectory, watching it embed itself into the bark closer to the centre than the previous turn.
âThatâs what makes it fun.â This man had no regard for safety protocols. Given, these were things that came with the job but it didnât mean you did it in your free time. âIt helps, just try.â
âWhy are you doing this?â you asked curiously, trying to assess his reaction. Pulling you out of the house for a bar game wasnât exactly the type of thing people generally did for you.
âBecause I wanted to.â He shrugged, not giving you any further explanation. âTry one.â
âOkay.â You followed his example, watching as it glided smoothly before landing close to his initial throw.
âNice shot.â
A smile made its way to your face automatically as he handed you another one. You repeated your action, an unusual sense of pride establishing itself in you when it came closer to the middle.
âNow what?â
âNow we collect and do the whole thing again till you feel better,â Sam replied, making his way towards the tree and plucking the small axes out easily. His back muscles tightened against the material of his shirt in the process. It wasnât a bad sight at all. âEndorphins and all that.
âIs this where you keep disappearing to?â you inquired, taking two of them from him when he returned.
âSometimes.â He took aim before throwing it at the board. âThereâs a few things you can do around here.â
âYour coping mechanism is extreme sports without proper guidelines.â
âYou gotta do what you gotta do.â Sam took a step to the side, giving you space to take your turn.
âHave you always been this wise, or?â you teased, concentrating on the circles in front of you. Your shot came pretty close.Â
When you didnât receive a reply, you glanced at him through your peripheral vision. He wasnât moving, a thousand yard stare in his eyes.
âHit it.â
âI canât.â His fists were bleeding through the bandages wound around them. He could feel the tear in his skin, the burn of flesh against sweat soaked clothes.
âI said, hit it,â Emil commanded once more. Sam could feel his chest rising and falling steadily from beside him, his putrid breath making him want to vomit.
âI canât.â He could barely stand up. Exhaustion seeped through every muscle in his body.
âYouâre weak,â his trainer spat. âNothing but a fucking child.â
âHeâll die.â Sam looks down at the boy, bloody and mangled on the floor. He had passed out ages ago but that did nothing to stop them from forcing Sam to continue relentlessly.
âIt doesnât deserve mercy. You hear that Wilson?â He leered right into his ear. âDo you fucking hear that?â
Sam flinched, nodding his head. The saltiness of his sweat was fresh on his tongue, burning where it dripped onto his busted lip from his forehead.
âSo fucking finish it.â He knew that if he didnât listen this time, there would be consequences. He didnât want to find out what it was because he had no doubt it would pain a hell of a lot more than bruised knuckles.
âNo,â he whispered, eyes wandering over the body on the floor. âI wonât.â
âWhatâd you say?â Emil straightened up, taking a step towards him.
âI said no.â Sam turned around on his heel. He could barely stand straight but the spite running through his veins was driving him, giving him enough energy to not collapse right there on the spot.
âHe said no,â his trainer repeated, leaning away from Sam. âHe said no.â
He turned to look at Ransone. Sam had forgotten he was there in the darkness of the room, observing the fight for the past two hours.
âHe said no.â He started chuckling. His chuckles soon gave way to hideous laughter. Stomach clutching, tear inducing laughter.
Before Sam could even realise the change in attitude, Emilâs entire demeanour shifted. He stepped forward, forcefully gripping Samâs neck. He shoved him backward until his back was pressed against the wall, no doubt bruising his spine further than what it was.
âSay that again, you fucking idiot,â he growled. But Sam couldnât say anything. He could barely breathe. He was terrified, but determined not to let it show on his face. âWhen I say something, you better fucking listen.â
His trainer observed his expression for a few more seconds. Sam didnât open his mouth.
His trainer finally loosened his grip, letting go of his neck.
Samâs knees nearly buckled but he kept his balance, coughs racking through his body. He felt lightheaded, swollen eyes watching Emil walk towards the body on the floor. The only friend he had.
âMaybe this oughta teach you a lesson.â Emil flashed a quick smirk at Sam before raising his fist above Rileyâs face.
Within a split second a guttural cry escaped his throat as he launched himself at the much larger trainer, taking him by surprise. The pure rage he was feeling had him seeing only red, the adrenaline steering his body on autopilot. Â
With their position suddenly switched, Sam found himself on top of Emil, bloody fists beating down on his face without a break. The pain didnât even matter anymore.
âFuck you,â he screamed, not giving him even a second to defend himself. âFuck you, you fucking dickhead.â
When he could feel his trainer raising his arm to grab from behind, he took a pause from pummelling his face to grab his arm, twisting sharply it till he heard a crack. The roar escaping Emilâs throat didnât dissuade him from finishing what he started, returning to landing a punch wherever he could.
He didnât even know how long had passed before his body was being pulled away, kicking and cursing.
âYou see how good it feels Wilson? You feel that relief?â Ransone held him tightly as he squirmed furiously trying to get back to beating the shit out of that asshole on the ground. âNext time youâre angry, remember thatâs the only way to feel good. If youâre in pain, you cause pain.â
Samâs flailing was reducing as the adrenaline wore off. The exhaustion was beginning to take hold of his body as he looked at the onslaught of blood splatter everywhere, two bodies side by side on the ground. He did this to both of them.
âViolence is your only friend. Donât you ever forget that.â
Ransone let go of him. His feet gave out beneath him, chest rising and falling heavily. His shoulders ached as he dragged his body towards Riley, praying to every force in the universe that he wasnât dead.
He was still breathing. Sam nearly cried out of relief, collapsing next to him. Ready to defend him if Emil woke up.
âNext time you want to let out some anger, come find me,â Ransone called out. âIâll find you your next victim.â
âYou okay?â You waved your hand in front of his face. âEarth to Wilson.â
It seemed to work as he snapped back, blinking rapidly.
âYou zoned out a little there. Everything alright?â you asked. He looked at you blankly for a second before realising what you asked.
âYeah.â He gave you a half smile. âYeah, Iâm good. You done with your turn?â
The light that was there behind his eyes a few minutes ago had dimmed considerably. He looked weary. You recognised what had happened, what he was probably thinking of. You didnât bring it up, not risking the chance of him reliving it.
âKinda.â You pointed towards the target where a tomahawk was sticking out of the centre.
âDamn,â he whistled, resting his hands on his waist. âBest of three?â
âDidnât know it was a competition.â You went to collect it. It was harder to pull out than you thought. You wondered how many times Sam had practiced it to make it look so effortless.
âOnly if you want it to be.â
âNah.â You walked towards him, handing two of them back to him. âMaybe next time.â
âNext time, huh.â He tested his throw before letting go of the handle. Bullseye. âIâm going to hold you to that.â
You only smiled.
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Distractions and O.W.L.S ⧠Draco x Reader
Summary: You start neglecting yourself and Draco when you begin stressing for O.W.L.S. The studying finally took its toll on you that landed you in the hospital wing but Draco helps you end the night on a good note.Â
Warnings and Perks: being stressed, over studying, fainting ! and corniness
Words: 2K (sorry for any mistakes its 3 AM !!!!!)
A/N: omg i am currently working on some requests and on Healing Heart 4, but iâve had this scenario stuck in my head all night bc i was listening to a slowed down version of stuff we did from UP and so i thought id share it with everyone since i havent posted in like 2 days <3 do not own gif but pretend that you and Dracoooo <3
It was the beginning of June, weeks away from O.W.L.S, which meant weeks away from another ending of a school year at Hogwarts. What bothered you the most wasnât the fact that you had homework piled up to the ceilings, or that Snape has been snapping at you all week and took away 5 house points from you, or that you were drowning in a sea of textbooks and notes that you kept studying for your upcoming exams; it was the fact that you had barely seen Draco in nearly two weeks. You were so busy with schoolwork and focused on getting outstanding marks, you hadnât even realized you were neglecting your own boyfriend.Â
Of course, the two of you would find each other in the Great Hall during breakfast and youâd give him a quick hello and goodbye kiss faster than he could even register what was happening and by the time he did, you were already out the door and rushing towards your first class. At this point, you were acting like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, always frantic and in a rush. Your hair was wild and untamed, you had dark bags under your eyes from the all-nighters you were pulling, your robes and clothes underneath were in disarray and wrinkled.
To make it worse, you never let Draco study with you. He constantly asked and you always gave him the same answer.
âIf I study with you, Iâll never get anything done.â
Which was true. He was very distracting with his quiet jokes in the library, or when he would look up at you with his sparkling gray eyes when you would try to ask him a question that just flew from your mind at the sight, or smile at you with a wide toothy grin that lit up the room when you got sidetracked and talked to him, or the way he rested his hand on your thigh when he would sit beside you while you quietly read or wrote but the only thing you could focus on was his fiery touch. Really, it wasnât him who would distract you; it was you who distracted yourself with him. And that was evident when you tried to remember everything youâve learned in the past school term and came up blank because for some reason your brain only retained information and memories that contained Draco throughout the past year.Â
So you figured a little time away from him wouldnât hurt. Because if you didnât pass these O.W.L.S, you felt like everyone would be disappointed in you, especially yourself. So you locked yourself away in your dorm and crammed and jam-packed your brain with information until you eventually passed out hunched over a book with drool blurring the ink on your pages. You avoided the library for studying, knowing Draco would go looking for you or Madam Pince would distract you halfway through your note taking to kick you out for the night.
Mornings always came the same, you waking up randomly over your desk a few minutes before breakfast and changing into a new pair of robes as quickly as you could while trying your best to smooth your hair down with your hands. This morning was different, however. You woke up to one of your roommates shaking you violently while she spoke your name loudly above you, but it sounded distant. You shot up in a hot flash, wiping your mouth of any saliva and groaning when you started to feel the pounding in your head that seemed to shake up your whole brain. âThank Merlin, youâre awake!â Your roommate exclaimed in relief. âYou looked dead, honestly. But class is starting in twenty and youâve missed breakfast.â
âTwenty?â you frown, letting your swelling head fall into your hands. âI donât want to deal with Snape right now, I feel awful.â
âIâm going to try to say this as nice as possible,â she sighs, placing a hand on your shoulder, âbut it shows.â
âThanks,â you scowl. You try to get up from your chair but gasp in pain as your muscles cramp at the movement like a rickety old man.Â
âMaybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey,â she suggests, trying to help you up but you shoo her.Â
âNo, Iâm fine,â you rush to interject. âI will not be missing Potions, no.â
She gave you a shrug, backing away in defeat as she let you rush to change into new robes and attempt to brush down the matted mess thatâs supposed to be your hair but gave up halfway through and threw it into an updo. The headache was not a good combination with the scalp pain from combing out knots. Your roommate waited for you with pitied eyes, following closely behind you as you hurried out of the room and towards the exit.Â
You sped walked out with her but didnât see the mop of platinum blond that was waiting for you outside the entrance of the common room. You had zero awareness of his presence until his hand had reached out to hold onto your wrist, stopping your near sprint towards the class. Your roommate stopped too, eyeing the two of you and the look on the Slytherinâs face before she continued walking.Â
âWhat? Draco, let go,â you move away from him and he quickly drops your arm. âIâm going to be late.â
You began to walk away from him, but he stepped in front of you, stopping you again.
âWhy werenât you at breakfast?â
âI overslept,â you answered gruffly. âNow, move! If Iâm late, Snape will have my head on a stick.â
âY/N, you need to slow down,â he frowns, âall this studying and rushing around everywhere is going to land you in the hospital wing. You look sick already, Iâm worried.â
âIâm not sick!â You huff, throwing your head back in irritation. âIf you really cared about me, youâd let me go to class instead of insulting me.â
âIâm not insulting you. Am I so terrible to tell you that you look like youâre about to pass out any second?â
âYes, you are terrible,â you sneer, the pounding in your head was getting stronger each passing second. âInstead of-â
Your train of thought was violently stopped in its angry tracks, you stumble back and begin blinking hard at the spots that quickly started to dot your vision. Your hand instinctively reached out towards Draco, which he grabbed and hurriedly darted forward towards you, gripping onto you before you could meet the ground, your vision going black and your consciousness out the door.
Draco felt himself begin to panic. He promptly began to feel guilty, feeling like it was his fault that you even fainted in the first place because of the argument he had accidentally started.
He gathered you up in his arms, one arm sliding under your knees and the other under your neck as he swiftly picked you up and began his frantic journey towards the hospital wing.
When he got you to Madam Pomfrey, she instructed him to set you down on one of the beds and kicked him out of the room while she started her treatment. His heart was beating so fast, he wanted nothing more than to stay by your side so he halfheartedly threatened her with his father and she ended up letting him stay with a deep sigh while he stood idly by your bed. When Madam Pomfrey was done, she left the two of you alone. Draco wasted no time in sitting at the foot of your bed, his hand finding its way into your cold one that laid limply beside you. He watched your sleeping figure with a relief as he noticed that whatever Pomfrey gave you had speedily began to affect you. Your skin no longer looked ghastly and dull, but healthy again and tinged with pink. The dark circles underneath your eyes had faded just a little bit, leaving only slight bags as you finally slept.Â
He waited maybe 12 hours for you to wake up. After missing his first class, he had decided to go to the rest of his classes as Madam Pomfrey swore to him up and down that you would not wake up any earlier. He begrudgingly obliged and skipped all his meals instead to spend his short free time with you. When his final class ended, he almost ran back to the hospital wing. He occupied the rest of his time with a book he had found thrown somewhere around the room. The book was long forgotten the second he felt your hand twitch and your body begin to stir, your tired e/câs looking around the room in confusion before landing on him. He scooted himself closer to you, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face as he looked at you with pure concern. It was the same look he had when he confronted you earlier and with that one look, you were able to recall everything that had happened before your collapse.
âIâm sorry I said youâre terrible,â you croak out sadly, your hand wrapping around his wrist and squeezing it gently.
âIâm sorry I made you faint,â he says. âHow are you feeling?â
âThat was my own fault,â you chortle, âbut I feel really good. I know I fainted and all, but I feel much better with whatever Madam Pomfrey gave me.â
âI can tell,â he smiles, moving himself a little back as you sat up with a newfound strength. âShe said you can leave when you wake up.â
âGood, now help me out of this bed.â
Draco took your hand and you hopped out of bed excitedly, turning towards him and giving him a tight hug that he returned twice as hard.
âIf youâre not too tired, can I show you something?â He asks from above you, his arms still wrapped strongly around you.
âYes, please,â you answer with a nod against his chest.
Draco steps away from you before taking your hand and walking the two of you out of the hospital wing and towards the stairs that led to the astronomy tower. When you reached the top, huffing, and puffing, he asked you again if you were okay to which you answered with an eager nod.
"Tonight is a blood moon,â he smiles, pointing up towards the very large orange and reddish moon in the starry night sky. It shone brightly but still gave off little light in its wake, the astronomy tower was almost dark, but you still managed to see the blond perfectly, he was watching you with a happy and loving glint in his eyes that you were able to notice. âI was planning on asking you to see it with me tonight, but we kind of ended up elsewhere.â
You threw yourself into his arms, your face buried deep in his robes and the heat radiating off his chest warmed you up in the comfiest way.
âYouâre the best, Dray,â you mumble into the cloth of his robes, the clothing vibrating underneath you as he chuckled. You pulled away and gazed up at him, smiling when he placed a kiss on your forehead.
The two of you unknowingly began to sway back in forth in each otherâs arms, his hands resting on your lower back while yours were looped loosely around the back of his neck.
âYou scared me today,â he begins quietly, âand every day since youâve started your studying.â
âI know,â you frown, âIâm sorry.â
âPromise me youâll stop overworking yourself,â he says softly. âI know youâre scared youâll fail, but I promise you wonât. Youâre one of the smartest people I know and I know youâll get outstanding marks on everything.â
âYou think so?â you ask hopefully, your eyes trained on the burnt orange moon as you took in his words.
âI know so.â
A few more minutes of silence pass by, your head now leaning against his chest as the two of you still danced silently. And as if he read your mind, Draco began humming a soft and off-pitch rendition of Claire de Lune. You would laugh every time he forgot a note and would go silent for a moment before backtracking and humming it correctly.
You donât know how long the two of you stayed up there dancing slowly in each otherâs arms with Draco trying his best to hum the top classics of the classicalâs, his lips finding yours every now and then to kiss you longingly and tenderly, but one thing was for sure; it was bliss.Â
Maybe distracting yourself with Draco wasnât such a bad thing.
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Harry Potter FRED AU (It could not be named anyhow else and youâll soon know why)
Please bear with me I swear Iâll make the lenght worth it
I also promise this one AINâT SAD
Few days ago I was taking a nap and when I woke up my half-conscious brain thought about the name Albus Severus again because itâs a terrible name whether he is named after anyone or not. And I thought âdid Ginny even get any say in it or what the hellâ.
I really think that Harry should name their first child (he did) James Sirius, which is fine, Ginny would name their second son and together they would name their little girl (which I think they did).
But then I thought âwhat would she name him?â Obviously my first thought was Fred, but I was like ânah, that one is for Georgeâs kid... unlessâ
Here comes my AU, imagine it with me:
It is the first 1st of April after the battle, it isnât very happy for someoneâs birthday, then Percy gets an idea. He cannot forget how the last thing he said to Fred made him smile and he refuses to do anything on his birthday that would not achieve the same goal. So he looks at George and proposes this... what if every one of the siblings named at least one of their child Fred or any equivalent of that, if for nothing else than at least for the chaos it will create at Hogwarts. Everyone is silent for so long Percy just wants to take it back and obliviate everyone, but then Fleur stands up to it and gets really passionate about it and then it slowly dawns on everyone and they love it. It is the first time in all those months that George gives them a non-forced smile. Everyone is super into it. Mrs. Weasley is crying because a) she is happy because her boy is smiling again b) she knows she will be super embarrassed if she ever has to talk to McGonagall after she finds out about this and c) she thought Percy was better than this. Nevertheless if it makes George smile again, she wonât be too harsh about it.
It goes something like this (Iâm kind of ignoring the cannon children, but whatever):
- Bill and Fleur name their firstborn daughter FrĂ©dĂ©rique. She had some mean kids try to laugh at her for it because they thought itâs stupid. She shut their mouths pretty quickly.
- Charlie doesnât have kids. But he did discover a new breed of dragon, which main trait is that it isnât violent at all, itâs just really mischievious and will mess up with everyone and everything. Charlie names the breed Island Trickster, for both the experts and amateurs the nickname Fred catches on pretty quickly even though majority of people doesnât know why.
- Percyâs first child is also a girl but he refuses to let anything stop him from naming his child Fred, because a) it was his idea and b) heâll be damned if anything keeps him from making this prank, that he created in honour of his brother, work. She gets the name Frederica. She hates it and demands her family calling her by her second name. They do and none of them mind, but before she departs for Hogwarts her parents take her aside and explain why they named her this way. Her prankster blood kicks in and from the moment she steps on the train she introduces herself as Frederica, Fred for short.
- Georgeâs first kids are twins, boy and girl. There is no hesitation - their names are immediately Fred and Freda. When they have the second child, there is a mild discussion, but eventually his name is Fredrick. Proud of their legacy, at school neither will respond to anything but Fred. They become Fred & Fred and Fred.
- Ron, who through Hermione discovered Queen, decides to name their son Freddie. Hermione doesnât see a reason to protest, she loves it.
- Ginny lets Harry name their first son. First, she likes the name James Sirius. Second, whatever happens that child will have prank as their blood type, so there is really no need to add onto that. Third, she is naming their second child and it will be a version of Fred. Harry does not protest at all, because a) he already has his son named after his father and godfather and b) he refuses to stand in the way of this prank. Also Ginny, being the undercover little shit she is, names their son Fred George... everyone keeps calling him Fred and George. They both also talk about naming their daughter Lily Luna Freda or something and they do, itâs just not that public so she can do with that potential whatever she wants.
It also happens that the whole former gryffindor quidditch team joins in on this (including Lee Jordan, who is considered part of the team) as well as bunch of other friends.
Mrs. Weasley is still a little sceptical but she canât deny that her boy would be proud. Her job also gets a little easier, because now she just automatically makes her grandchildren sweaters with F. Sometimes she makes more of those that she should but the kids love it (cue later).
Meanwhile in heaven James, Sirius and Remus are both really excited and really jealous. Fred is waiting for the chaos to take reign.
As for Hogwarts, most of the professors are losing it sometimes with entertainment (they mostly enjoy it when someone else is in pain because of this and they love to watch it), sometimes with annoyance, sometimes with both and sometimes actually losing it about to break down and cry (especially when some of their colleagues would just watch and smile). Alltogether in all the houses there is about twenty Fred Weasleys (boys, girls, first names, second names) and the Potters (James Sirius, Fred George and Lily Luna) plus the other Freds - all of them there for two or three years, which basically translates into destruction of the highest level.
There are family gatherings frequently at the Burrow, where they all just sit around the table writing letters to their kids and all of them writing one howler.
The howler arrives to a random person, usually a friend of one of the Weasley/Potter kids and the whole Great hall hears, âFRED! WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!â
All the Fredâs look at each other, because they all did something they shouldnât (which their parents donât know, but the kids donât know they donât know). No one also knows which Fred it is meant for. No one knows if they are being scolded or messed with.
Very rarely the howler would yell, âFRED WEASLEYâ, and in the fat pause after that, every single person in the room can hear, Fred George Potter say âoh, thank Merlinâs nightgown.â
Sometimes the howler would shout, âFRED. I AM SO DISSAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOU WERE NOT GIVEN THIS NAME TO KEEP PEACE AND TRANQUILITY AT THE SCHOOL!â Molly Weasley may or may not scold her children and children-in-law for this one. (Obviously if the kids werenât into pranking their parents would never force them or out them like this, but since they are all openly on board this happens way too often for the professorsâ liking.
Then there is christmas time. Most of the kids leave for home... most of them except for the Weasley/Potters and some of the other Freds, whose parents are friends with the Weasleys. The sweaters come and... every signle one has a F on it. None of the kids protest. They wear it proudly. There are attempts at making fun of them. It doesnât work.
James walks around announcing to everyone repeatedly and very loudly that his name is Fames Firius Fotter. In the meantime, as long as Lily is wearing her sweater, she refuses to react to anything but Fily or Funa and that includes the teachers.
Everyone tries to resist, everyone breaks down eventually.
McGonagall wants to look stern, but she is loving it.
There is a relatively new professor trying to complain to the colleague sitting next to him. Neville Longbottom, who names his children Frank Fred, Alice Fredricka and Augusta Freda, nods sympathetically while sipping his tea. âI know,â he says. âImagine if one of them named their kid something like Prank. We would call them a normal name now.â
That is the moment Minerva McGonagall loses it and actually chuckles. Every single one of the kids writes a letter to their parents about that one.
All hell loses all the breaks on April Fools. McGonagall wanted to go easy on punishing the pranks for several reasons and one of them is that it is the twins birthday. It takes one April Fools when the kids take it relatively easy for them to figure out the punichments are quite mild. The next year they go Wild and McGonagall understands that her nostalgia is a dangerous thing. She stops it then and there, because she knows it wonât stop them, it might just stop some people from getting hurt.
Sometimes Peeves wonât have the mood to come up with something himself so he just goes with calling everyone Fred. Some teachers take from it, figuring that if they donât remember someoneâs name it must be because they decided they will deduce it later, which translates to âthe name is Fredâ.
Years later when the children leave Hogwarts there is formed a new quidditch team. The name is âFlying Fredsâ. They are all married and stuff, so their last names are all different, but all of them share the name Fred, which only increases the children named Fred, because who wouldnât name their child after their favourite quidditch team, amiright?
People in both the wizarding and muggle world are astonished as to Why is there suddenly such a popularity to the name, while in the afterlife Fred wonât stop saying shit like âThe students have surpassed the teachers.â and the Marauders are both upset they didnât manage something like that, but also impressed and really loving it.
McGonagall once talks about it with George and he says it was Percyâs idea. Percy, always perfect prefect Percy, blushes as McGonagall looks at him and says:Â âAll those years I was worried you arenât an actually Weasley and youâve just been hiding all that potential, hm.â
It is that moment they understand she might have always been strict, but she loved those little and big pranks simply because they were creative and smart and she was always so proud of the Marauders and the twins for it.
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A/N: Credits to @redlyncentralâ and @cadetcamaâ for providing my co writer the necessary corrections and creative juices for the story.
After opening night, Ricky confronts Gina about her treatment towards him, ever since Carlos's Quinceañero. Gina opens up to Ricky.
FFN I Ao3
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Days have passed since opening night. East High's Drama department has just finished dismantling their props and sets from their final showing of their production of 'Beauty and the Beast'. Everyone was heading to the school's pool to celebrate a successful three-night showing of their musical.
Gina was in front of her locker, storing up some things that she won't need at Ashlyn's, while EJ was in the nearby bathroom.
"Gina, c-can we talk?"
EJ made his presence known by leaning on the side of the lockers but he did not approach his girlfriend or the boy who approached her.
"Okay." Gina stoically answered.
"Like⊠Talk-talk?" Ricky tried again.
"Meet me at the bomb shelter in two minutes," Gina provided. "We can talk there privately, everyone's already at the pool"
Ricky simply nodded and immediately headed towards the rehearsal room.
"Are you sure about this?" EJ approached his girlfriend as soon as Ricky left.
"I have to tell him why at some point, he needs to know what he had done to hurt me."
"Do you want me there with you?"
"No, I can handle this." Gina shook her head. "Just wait for me here, or you can go on ahead to the pool and wait for me there."
"I'll wait here for you." EJ nodded.
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"You want to talk?"
"Right," Ricky nodded as he stood up to face Gina. "Can I ask what changed between you and me?"
"Changed? Nothing changed between us, Ricky." Gina shook her head. "Why would you think that?"
"I don't know," Ricky sighed. "Before this, you've been giving me one-word responses if you don't outright ignore me," He answered.
"Are you really that oblivious?" Gina questioned.
"E-excuse me?"
"You are excused." Came Gina's automatic reply.
"P-please, Gina, can you please tell me if I did something wrong?" Ricky begged. "I'm tired of trying to puzzle out everyone's thoughts and feelings." He sighed. "Please, do me a favor and lay it out straight to me?"
"That's fair," Gina agreed. "Okay, Ricky, what you did during Carlos's Quinceañero was not cool. You hurt me a lot when you asked me about Nini, Ricky."
"H-how did I hurt you?" Ricky gulped as he tried to rack his brain during that time, but he came up with nothing.
"Tell me, Ricky, were you aware of the gravity of my words during our HSM opening night?" Gina asked.
"That was a lo-"
"Yes, it was a love confession, I confessed my feelings to you, Ricky." Gina cut the boy off. "It was bad enough that half of your attention was on Nini but I accepted that you both were back and happy together, I didn't want to be in between the two of you."
"What did I do that hurt you so much then?"
"The fact that you casually threw in the 'if we were dating' line." Gina bluntly replied. "I can't believe that you, of all people, would say that to me, when you know what I did months ago."
"Tha-"
"I gave you a chance to leave the conversation, Ricky, I gave you plenty of chances, but you still pushed it."
"But I thought, you were okay with me confiding in you? You granted Big Red's question about Nini."
"Tell me, Ricky, does Big Red know of what happened during that night?"
"Of course, not!" Ricky was quick to reply. "The only one who knows is Nini, even then I don't think she quite knew of what you really meant."
"And for that, I thank you," Gina expressed her gratitude. "But that doesn't change the fact that I was hurt by your actions." She shook her head. "The reason I gave the okay to Big Red asking me about what you want to text to Nini during the snowstorm was because of the simple fact that Big Red was there."
"Huh?"
"Big Red did not know about that night, frankly only EJ and Ashlyn knew what happened." Gina shared. "I didn't want him to suspect something going on between us, to avoid any uncomfortable questions, I gave the okay to continue."
"I-"
"You thought, because of that, you can confide in me with everything that has to do with Nini." Gina summarized Ricky's thoughts.
With Gina laying everything down, Ricky finally realized that he made a huge mistake. He knew he was selfish when he went behind Nini's back to get her into the show, he didn't think that his selfishness hurt one more person, in the form of Gina.
"I-"
"I'm sorry, Ricky, I don't think I can forgive you anytime soon," Gina admitted. "What you did to me hurt a lot, maybe in time I can, but not now."
"IâŠI see." Ricky looked at his shoes. "For what it's worth, Gina, I'm sorry for hurting you in that way."
Gina simply nodded.
Ricky turned around and left the rehearsal room.
As soon as Ricky was out of the room, EJ went inside and immediately engulfed his girlfriend in a hug.
"Let it out, just let it out."
Gina buried herself more on EJ's chest as she cried. Ricky was really the first friend she made during her time in East High and for it to end this way, it hurt so much.
"You know, he tried asking for my permission or blessing to talk to you," EJ shared. "His exact words were, 'Would you be mad if I talked to Gina?'"
"W-why would he do that?" Gina sniffled as she looked at her boyfriend. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him no, I won't." EJ answered honestly. "The last time I got angry with someone for texting my girlfriend, it ended with me broken-hearted."
"Aww EJ, you do learn." Gina teased. "The question still remains, why would he do that?"
"I have some inkling of an answer but I don't really know for sure." EJ admitted.
"Why do you think?" Gina urged as she wiped her tears from her face.
"I think it has something to do with Nini," EJ admitted. "It's no secret that Ricky tried to break Nini and I up, in hindsight, he felt he was justified because all he knew was that they were just on a break and didn't break up."
"But she thought it was a break-up," Gina interrupted. "Those two are very bad at communicating their feelings." She sighed.
"You can say that again." EJ agreed.
"So?"
"So, when Ricky sent Nini a voice message, I confronted and told him to stay away, I think that's where he got the idea from." EJ admitted.
"If you hadn't told Ricky to stay away from Nini, you wouldn't have been found out." Gina informed.
"True, and I probably won't have my confidence crushed by Nini's incredible ghosting abilities." EJ chuckled.
"Wait, she ghosted you?" Gina exclaimed.
"After ignoring my texts, calls, and voice messages, even got Kourtney to lie for her, she blocked my number and my social media accounts," EJ informed. "It felt like she was literally breaking my ribcage and went for my heart."
"I don't know if I should call that petty or something else?" Gina admitted.
"Definitely something else." EJ chuckled.
"Eej, why does it hurt?" Gina sighed as she slumped on a nearby chair.
"Because he was the first friend you made here in East," EJ answered. "You didn't think that he could hurt you much more than just seeing him with Nini."
"But I'm used to moving around, I should be used to this," Gina tried to counter. "I should be used to this." She repeated.
"No one can really get used to this, Gi." EJ shook his head as he knelt on one knee in front of her. "You felt like Ricky betrayed you, that's why it hurt so much."
"How do you know so much?"
EJ fished a book from his bag and gave it to his girlfriend.
"I've been reading that book as my pastime." EJ admitted.
"Do you even sleep?" Gina exclaimed. "You have so many clubs, so many sports, and you're the senior class treasurer to top it off!"
"I'm just good with managing my time," EJ shrugged. "Ashlyn and I are."
"It does help that the both of you are intelligent."
"I won't go that far, I can't find words to rhyme with sorry." EJ shook his head.
"Vary? Starry?" Gina listed.
"Clearly, you know more than I do." EJ chuckled.
Gina chuckled alongside her boyfriend.
"So are we good to join everyone by the pool?" EJ asked.
"How you managed the principal to let us use the pool to celebrate will forever remain a mystery to me, I've overheard other clubs groaning that we can use the pool."
"It probably has to do with the fact that I did not cheat at Waterpolo during tournaments," EJ answered. "No one probably knows, but after those self-exposing videos I posted on Instagram, I was banned to play the sport for months as the tournament officials investigated my claims."
"Why would you do that?" Gina was full-on grinning.
"It felt freeing at the time," EJ shrugged. "In any case, what I meant in those videos was whenever the school had us play against our teammates."
"You, EJ Caswell, are one bizarre person."
"That, and my father is on the school board." EJ chuckled. "I still got an earful from both my parents and Ashlyn's parents." He shivered.
"Thank you for Everything, EeJ." Gina smiled as she stood up.
"It's what boyfriends do." EJ grinned. "Be there for their girlfriends."
"Aww, that's awfully sweet of you."
âHey, itâs what boyfriends are for, being awfully sweet.â
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Worship me- Chapter.1
Worship me- Chapter 1.
word count- 3.3k
Summary: Harry is the typical bad boy in town, and Y/n is an innocent Catholic school girl, with a few skeletons in her closet
Warnings: mentions of abusive family, arranged marriage, some major angst and triggering themes
(this in no way is meant to be offensive, I grew up catholic and in a very bad household it was very toxic and detrimental to my health mentally and physically and I endured a lot of harm from the hands of the catholic church. But please remember that is only my experience and I support anyone with whatever religion they chose to practice, and please keep in mind this is fiction and meant to be taken as such. Xoxo H)
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 The sun was just reaching itâs full peak as Y/n finished putting on her school uniform, she always hated how early she had to get up for school and it didnât help her parents forced her to get up at 4:30 each morning to pray and read the page of the bible her father had picked out for the day. So, by 6:30 she was already knuckling at her eyes while buckling her black Mary Janes and rushing out the door with an empty stomach since her mother always said âfasting in the morning showed devotion to godâ which she truly didnât understand. She didnât understand a lot of the things her parents pushed on her and her siblings, some of it even scared her but she knew better than to open her mouth about it, she knew all sheâd get in return is a tongue lashing and her faced shoved into a bible while she got spanked by her father. She found herself growing more and more scared as she grew older, her home seemed to get more hostile as the days went by but to her it was normal, itâs all she ever knew so she never questioned the things her parents groomed her for.
She tried not to drag her feet on the sidewalk while she made her way towards her school, she knew it would scoff her school shoes and her mother got very angry the last time she came home with scarred leather on the toes. Y/n truly felt exhausted today, she felt sad, tired, a bit overwhelmed and very hungry since she wasnât allowed any food after 6 in the evening and then she had to withhold breakfast from herself in honor of god. She was really starting to feel the negative affects of some of these practices, her body getting thinner, her energy dropping quickly and the shivers and headaches were constant. Yet she kept her mouth shut, because âThatâs what nice girls doâ, and y/n didnât want to be bad she wanted to be praised, she wanted to be adored and loved. But no matter how submissive she is to her parents; she never seems to get any of what she needs. She even kept track in her diary of how many days it had been since someone told her they loved her, today marks day 128.
She could barely hear the chatter of her peers as she made her way through the corridor, her head was already beginning to pound in her temples and her exhaustion was like a weighted blanket draped over her. She didnât realize she was walking straight into the wall until she felt a palm press against her forehead stopping her from smacking her head into it, her knees still knocked into the navy blue tiles that decorated the bottom half of the walls causing a small âumphâ to escape her lips as she shifted her sleepy eyes to the person attached to the hand. There she saw Harry, his left eyebrow was raised slightly in a questioned manner while he looked down at her.
Y/n knew Harry, they were friendly with each other and she really liked him. He was the only person who really payed her any mind, and while she knew he was a bit of a trouble maker he was always kind to her. They shared a science and English class together, their desks lined up next to each other in the cramped classrooms of her private school always making their knees knock together and elbows to push each otherâs work off the desks by accident, something rather annoying but the pair got along well enough it never caused his notorious attitude to flare up.
âYou okay? Walkinâ like a zombie today kid.â He popped his gum between his teeth loudly, making her eyes blink on reflex before she brought her palms up to rub them slightly. âIâm really tiredâŠsorry I didnât mean to bother youâ. Harry had no idea why she was apologizing, but he noticed itâs something she did a lot. Even when there was nothing to be sorry for and it always made him feel a bit sad, it was odd to him since the usually group of friends he hung with was very much the rough and tumble, unapologetic type.
âWhat are yaâ talkinâ about? Didnât bother me, was making sure you didnât hurt yourself, love.â While Harry was not a soft or sweet kid typically, he was always gentle with the girl. He called her pet names a lot and tried to keep his usual rough tone out of his mouth while he spoke to her. She was a sweetheart and he truly appreciated how pure her aura and personality is and he never wanted to do anything to jeopardize that. It was rare for him to ever be around a positive person if heâs being honest.
She simply shrugged and nodded, a yawn escaping her mouth before she looked up at him with hooded eyes, his own narrowing a bit just having a gut feeling something was off. She looked frail almost, heâs never seen her look dull and he didnât like it. He was used to her being warm and bubbly, so seeing her look so down made his jaw clench. âHey, look at me Y/n. Whatâs wrong? Can tell somethings up, want to talk to mâ about it?â her eyes seemed to glaze over a bit at his proposition, she wanted to talk about it but she knew she couldnât. Her parents had forced into her mind that if she opened her mouth and told people about her feelings or things that went on at home, that god would hate her and she was scared of that. She was too deep in their game to see her parents would be the ones under gods harsh gaze, not her.
So she fought against the thoughts begging to be verbalized and gently shook her head, âNo no, itâs okayâŠwe have mass in a few minutes. Wouldnât have time to talk anywayâŠitâs alright.â She shot his idea down, which concerned him further but he let it be, listening intently as she spoke again. âC-could I have a hug?â she was shy, she knew her parents would be very angry if they found out she had been alone with a boy, let alone having any physical contact even as simple as a hug or a high five. She hated that rule, and right now she knew the chances of her getting in trouble so she took the chance. She could feel her nerves prick her palms as he waited for his response, yet she felt a bit relieved as he opened his arms and let her press herself into him. She noticed a sense of security warm her while his broad arms hugged her small figure, he stroked her back slightly frowning to himself when he could feel her spine against his thumbs. Only then did he notice how thin she seemed to become since he first met her when she was a freshman and he was a sophomore last year, the girl one year his junior seemed to be shrinking instead of growing which made him a bit alarmed but he knew it wasnât a good time to pry. Even as calloused as he is emotionally, he still has the ability to read people and what they need so he decided to just give her the comfort she requested, keeping a protective palm resting on her back as he walked into the schoolâs chapel with her.
Harry loathed the Catholic school his mother forced him to attend, he wasnât exactly a bible thumper like the nuns and teachers that were breathing down his neck 6 hours out of his day. He didnât like how the priest looked at his female classmates, or how they used the idea of God to scare people into submission rather then painting him as a warm, forgiving figure that he really should be made out to be. The only reason Harry was still attending the hellish school was because it made his mother happy and feel like her son was safe, and staying out of trouble for at least a good chunk of the day. Harry loved his mother; he knew she wasnât fond of the trouble maker reputation he seemed to make for himself as he grew into young adulthood. And so, he did her the solid of attending and giving her some peace of mind.
Harry made sure to go into the same pew as Y/n letting out a grunt as he leaned down to his knees on the small padded strip meant to help their knees not hurt as bad yet it did very little to create a barrio between his knee caps and the hard floor beneath.
He mumbled a snarky âIâm not the one usually on my kneesâ to himself, getting a glare from one of the nuns walking down the aisle doing a head count for student attendance but he only flipped the bird to her when her back was turned. Y/n was struggling to keep her head from resting on the pew in front of her, she was truly struggling to stay awake at this point finding herself jolting a bit every few seconds as she started drifting off, only able to fully get her composure when the head priests voice boomed through the speakers in the chapel, making her flinch and assume her earlier position while he read out a few verses, instructing them to bow their heads and pray along with him. Harry of course mocked the priest while Y/n robotically followed along as much as she didnât want to, she was too sad to think about the weight of the words from the sacred book and her knees were aching yet she was too afraid to not say it, the fear crawling up her spine when she thought about what her parents would do if they found out she didnât recite the prayer with her peers.
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 Somehow Y/n managed to make it through her four class periods, she admittedly had retained nothing she was taught that day and by this point it was 2 in the afternoon and her head was pounding so bad she thought her skull might crack and her brain would eject itself in protest to her lack of hydration and nutrients coming in. she was in agony, and Harry hadnât left her alone all day because he could read her like a book. To be honest he was scared she might keel over and die from how unwell she looked, and so he caught up to her while she was walking out of the school snagging her elbow, eyes watching as she barely responded to his sudden grasp and shifting so he was facing her. âHey, hey love let me drive you home. Iâm not taking no for an answer you look like youâre going to pass out.â
Y/n was too tired to fight, so she allowed herself to be guided to his car and put into his passenger seat. She smiled slightly with droopy eyes when he buckled her seatbelt for her, softly closing her door walking around the car to get into his place behind the wheel.
A soft grumble emited from her stomach, catching both of their attention and causing her cheeks to blush slightly, â âm sorry, Iâm a bit hungry..â Harry nodded while fumbling with his keys, âwhenâs the last time you ate?â she hesitated for a beat before deciding to be honest, âLunch yesterdayâŠdidnât have dinner and my parents make me fast every morning so I havenât eaten.â The boy snapped his heads towards her, eyes widening and heart starting to beat faster in worry âWait, really? So you havenât eaten in-â he paused to do the math in his head, they eat lunch at 11am while at school so now at half past two it had been a really long fucking time. â- 26 hours? Oh god, Y/n thatâs not good, thatâs not healthy. Here I have some water and a few protein bars left over from practice yesterday.â He popped the glove box open to pull out his snacks, handing two bars to her and grabbing his water bottle from the cup holder to hand to her, cracking it open for her and holding it for her, tipping it against her sleepy lips, seeing as her hands were shaking just holding the cereal bars he didnât want her to accidently slosh the water all over herself. âthank youâ her voice was quiet, but he heard it letting her drink a few more sips before she started to slowly eat the bar, her eyes closed and head resting against the window as she chewed with all the energy she had left. âYou not sleeping either?â Y/n shook her head âNot really, have to get up at 4 every morningâŠwent to sleep at 1, so I only got 3 hoursâŠI feel like Iâm gonna pass out. I really donât feel good Harryâ
Before he even turned the car on, he was making a mad dash to hold a rouge plastic bag under her chin while she spewed up the food sheâd just eaten. He guesses since she hasnât eaten in so long, the snacks upset her sensitive stomach. Y/n whimpered when the stomach bile forced itâs way out of her mouth into the bag the burning waking her up a bit and causing her to choke on it a bit. Harry didnât make fun of her like she thought, she fully expected him to kick her out of his car and she wouldnât blame him. She felt horrible, and very embarrassed yet he kept one hand holding the bag and the other used to tip her forwards do he can rub and pat her back keeping her from aspirating the vomit giving her gentle comforting words while he fished a napkin out of the console to wipe her mouth for her. âItâs alright kid, get it out. Stomach is upset huh? You feel warm too, jeez Y/n Iâm sorry youâre not feeling good. How about I stop and get you a ginger ale and take yaâ home so you can get some rest?â she nodded slowly letting a few tears spill over her waterline only to be dried by another tissue held in Harryâs hand. âItâs alright, donât gotta cry youâll be okay I promise.â
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 Harry kept true to his word, getting her a soda and taking her home giving her his number so she could text him if she needed him. Y/n tucked the slip of paper in her sock before exiting the car, she didnât want her parents to take it from her so she made sure to hide it. âThank you, Iâm sorry your car smells like puke now..â Harry chuckled a bit âItâs alright, itâs smelled worse before. Not exactly the cleanest car in town honâ
The banter was soon finished as he dropped her off, driving off leaving Y/n to go back in her home. Greeting her parents before telling them she wasnât feeling well and heading upstairs to take a nap finishing the remainder of her soft drink as she tucked herself under her blankets letting herself drift off.
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When she woke up, it was nearly 10pm and she still felt like she needed a year long slumber to recover, but she knew she didnât have a chance since her mother had woken her up to do her nightly hour of praying. She was beginning to hate the night routine; it was painful and tiring and she felt vulnerable and small.
When her father noticed her sluggishness he took it as disrespect, not having a care as he yanked his daughter by her underarm to stand bringing her downstairs harshly tossing her onto the couch. He gave no regard to her tears as he screamed at the girl, telling her horrible things and forcing her to hold her knuckles out for him to crack a ruler down on. She had bitten into her cheeks so harshly trying to stop the sobs that she could taste the blood in her mouth, but she didnât dare speak as she took her punishment. She didnât understand why he was giving her such a harsh treatment when she hadnât done anything wrong but none the less she internalized it and made herself believe she deserved it.
âHow many times do I have to tell you to sit up straight?! How many times do I have to beat it into you?! You think any man is going to want you when youâre such a sloppy disrespectful girl? You bring shame onto this family Y/n!â
Y/n didnât miss the bile rising in her throat as her father used an arranged marriage- one she didnât even want- to guilt her into submission. Her father believed in marrying his daughters off young, usually for a hefty payment. Heâd done it to her two older sisters, Alexis when she was 15, and Cassidy when she was merely 13 years old. It wasnât legal marriage by any means, but the girls didnât know that. The men her dad basically sold his children to were predators but of course Y/n was made to believe it was normal for her dad to marrying her off to a man 20 years older than her. âGods planâ he called it, but it was scary to her. she didnât want it, it made her feel violently ill thinking about having to marry a older man who always made her very uncomfortable when her dad would bring her to meet them. The way they looked at her gave her chills, the requests they made regarding her purity, the services sheâd provide them with, it made her feel so objectified she sometimes wished to not wake up some mornings so she didnât have to feel like sheâs one day closer to her fate of being a predators indentured servant, used as a pawn and play thing.
The one time she had hinted she didnât want to be married off, her mother denied her food for 3 days and made her take cold baths to âcleanse herâ of her âgreedy wantsâ. Y/n truly felt terrified, she was shaking in front of her father while her brain was going into fight of flight. Her feet raced up the steps when her father dismissed her, and as she locked her bedroom door she remembered the slip of paper in her sock.
She knew the risks of reaching out to Harry, her parents knew of the boy. Everyone in town did, hard to forget a street brawling, angsty teenage boy who has been caught more than once by neighbors shit faced drunk or smoking weed with his friends and of course it caused floods of gossip through the rather conservative community yet she decided the risk was worth it if it gave her a sliver of hope to escape the nightmare she felt she was in.
Her fingers gripped her phone tightly as she typed in his number, writing him a text
âHarry, itâs Y/n are you awake?â
His response was quick, maybe 30 seconds after sheâd sent hers
âyea, whatâs up? You alright? Feeling better?â
A fresh wave of tears were building in her eyes, shaky fingers typing out her next message
âno, Harry please help me. Iâm scared please.â
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