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bluewhitehues · 8 months ago

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HUG | KIM MINGYU

Part 12 - The concert day

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: fluff, comfort,strangers to lovers, romance

Pairing: idol kim mingyu ×fem reader

Warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, lots of kisses, first time hickeys, mingyu and reader both are little shits riling each other up.

Part 12 (last)

Mingyu has been very busy these past few weeks. Practicing for the concert, going to events in different countries ..that means this is the first time you're meeting him properly after nearly 2-3 weeks.

It's a 2 day concert in Osaka Japan. And as promised before he made all the preparations for you to be there ..he got you concert tickets flight tickets everything.

You're attending for the second day. And you both are very excited ..he wants you to watch him perform and you want to see him performing as well.

Well you have attended their concert before when chan and you had gotten close and it was an amazing experience. You started listening to their songs more from then. You know all of them are very passionate and a sight to see when they perform as a whole team. That time you didn't specifically pay attention to mingyu but you know he's a beast when he performs ..and as excited as you're to watch him , you know you're going to have a hard time after seeing him like that ..your boyfriend is many things and being mesmerizing and enchanting is one of them..your heart is going to have a hard time today.

They've booked the whole hotel as always, and when you landed he sent someone to get you there. It's no problem to stay in the same hotel or same room as him cause their team is already big enough so no one would notice its easy to blend in.

They're practicing when you arrive that morning so you don't get to meet him yet. He calls you briefly to tell you eat something and rest. He just melts your heart each time. He even told the staff to deliver the food that you like to your room ..you thank them and eat in your room. It feels weird and awkward even if it's his staff and they know you're dating, you feel awkward around them cause you're staying in the same room as mingyu.

You try to sleep but you can't because you're dying to meet him, hug him and kiss him finally. And when the door opens,you sit straight in the bed, he comes inside and instantly smiles big after noticing you.

"I told you to rest why are you waiting for me" he's scolding you but can't stop that smile on his face when he sees you getting out of the bed and running towards him straight in his arms and he catches you as always, chuckling at you.

"I was dying here I missed you so much how can I sleep." You whine in his neck clutching at him.

"I missed you too bub so muchhh" He whines back squeezing you.

"But wait I'm all sweaty I've to take a shower."He says pulling back pouting at you.

You tiptoe to peck his pout and he smiles instantly kissing you. He strokes your waist while kissing and you feel butterflies all over and inside your body. He pulls back after giving you a last peck.

"You didn't have any problem through the flight,did you? Was the journey good?." He asks tucking your hair behind your ear.

"No you literally got me the best flight and the first class ticket like what was the need Babe I know you're rich but please chill that was too much" You scold him.

and he sheepishly smiles at you "I wanted My baby to have a comfortable journey and you deserve the best of everything princess, your boyfriend has lots of money let him treat you like that." He says shrugging and poking your nose with his index finger.

You're flushed and flustered because he just keeps making you feel special again and again you might tear up. "Ok lover go to the shower now" You say pushing him and getting back under the blanket. He laughs at your flushed face and goes to shower.

After finishing shower he comes back wearing a white robe and Holy fuck you think it's not such a good choice to stay in the same room as him. He looks extra fine and hot. And the fact that you're seeing him after so long adds up to it. You try not to look at him but you're failing terribly. He's drying his hair and doing his skincare, while you're looking at him and his damn side profile.

He knows you're staring at him.

He smirks still looking in the mirror, "what bub cant stop staring at me? Or you're checking me out again?" He then looks at you raising one of his eyebrows at you.

You huff narrowing your eyes at him through your panicked state ..."You wish..I-I was looking because I missed you." You manage to come up with that.

"Really? Not because I look good?" He fake pouts at you.

"I didn't say that ...you're looking good" You say gulping.

"Say it more nicely then it's like you're just saying it." He loves hearing compliments from you and when you're trying to be cool about it he'll provoke you until you don't say it properly.

"You look hot and fine and handsome and right now I'm thanking god that he made you my boyfriend. " You say peeking through the blanket.

And needless to say that he smirks again, "Yeah?"

"Yeah" You repeat. And when he's coming towards you, you panick and disappear under the blanket and he laughs loudly at you, "Baby you're so cute" He says while laughing and trying to take off the cover from your face and when he manages to do it..he's smiling down at you.. the softest, most heart warming smile ever, showing off his beautiful canines and shining eyes, and then he leans down to put the most gentle kiss on your forehead. You close your eyes,And your heart skips a beat all over again..he's just so nice, so perfect so good to you and you feel just so much love for him.

You stop him when he's pulling back and put his forehead on yours, you close your eyes feeling him close to you. You whisper a "I love you" against his lips, "I love you too baby" He whispers back with a smile, sighing against your lips pressing a firm tingling peck on your lips.

He gets ready in comfy clothes because after a few hours he has to go for soundcheck and then the concert.

"Did you eat baby? " You ask him

"I did but I'm hungry again." He pouts.

So you cut the fruits for him and feed him. While he's looking at you with starry eyes, so you giggle "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I can't take my eyes off of you ..you're so cute and pretty ..and I love how you take care of me" He says tilting his head and smiling at you. He holds your hand when you're feeding him and pulls you closer to his face.

You raise your brows at him and he motions you to eat the apple slice he's holding between his lips and you laugh out loud at him,saying "you're so cheesy" but you're still going closer to bite it..the closer he comes the far you go teasing him only eating the corner of the slice ..and he's determined to reach your lips so you surprise him by finally going forward and touching his lips with yours while taking a bite from the apple..and he pulls you in a sweet slow kiss, you both giggling in between because you still have that apple in your mouth.

After sharing your sweet time together he goes off to the concert venue for the sound check. He tells you that someone will take you there later. You hug him, giving him all the energy that he's gonna need.

You get ready when it's concert time, wearing a white crop top and blue baggy jeans, doing a cute hairstyle and make up.

You're there and the concert is finally starting. You're waiting so desperately to finally see him perform ..and everybody else as well ofcourse.

And when they open the concert you're screaming your lungs out. Your eyes automatically finding mingyu and staying on him wherever he moves, you feel so proud of him watching him perform like that. Whenever his verses come and you hear him sing and rap you're either melting or going insane at how good he sounds.

After performance they start introducing themselves and his eyes are searching for you as soon as he gets the chance ..you're still so far from the stage but he manages to find you. And looking at you it makes him blush and smile,you're looking so pretty so cute and he thinks he'll have a hard time trying not to look at you too much and make it obvious,that there indeed is someone particular he's looking at.

That doesn't mean he'll go easy on you though.

You enjoy the concert to the fullest. When the hip-hop unit stage comes you are speechless to say the least. 'How is he so awesome? How's he so talented? How's he so hot ? How's he so fine af..How's he all mine? '..all the thoughts went through your head. You were just so so proud of him.

You: HOLY FUCK BABE YOU WERE AMAZING I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH YOUUU

You: You're hot when you're rapping 😶‍🌫️

You: babe you're killing ittttt

You text him after almost every performance/ break. Though he won't see it right now,he will later ..and that'll make him so happy you just know it.

When there's seventeen stage again, you cant help but get immersed into their beautiful songs and dances. You knew these boys and they were the exact same as they are in real life, always spreading their contagious energy and happiness. The smile didn't leave your face the whole time.

There also came songs where your boyfriend took every last bit of sanity you had left. He totally was flirting with you and seducing you, you knew it is directed towards you when you saw him giving you glances and smirks every now and then..If you were intimidated by him earlier in the hotel room when he was wearing the robe after shower, this is definitely deadlier than that you think ..the intense choreography, your boyfriend's bulging exposed biceps, the body rolls, his raspy and hypnotizing voice... he made you a blushing mess with all of his advances.

Oh your mind went feral with the thoughts..and they definitely were not innocent. His seduction didnt help at all. Everyone else in the concert is going crazy for him and to think he's crazy for you ..gives you different kind of heart fluttering feeling, you knew you were lucky to have him but now you think it's an understatement.. you've this urge to claim him, to tell the world that he's all yours.

For the last segment of concert they're so goofy and in contrast to his earlier personality, your boyfriend turns into a big hyperactive puppy which is so adorable. You enjoy so much singing along, dancing,jumping along with them. Mingyu looks at you as much as he can without being obvious..he throws you big smiles asking you to dance and jump with him.

That sly guy even subtly says something to you during his ment "I'm especially so happy today, I wanted to show my best self and I really hope you loved it ..thank you for coming, I love you so much" He says with a big smile looking in your direction and then looking at other sides as well, bowing to carats. And your heart fills with warmth all over again, you cant wait to hold him in your arms and tell him back how much you love him too.

You meet him backstage after the concert, they're still filming some content so you're sitting in a waiting room where they told you to sit. When he finally comes to you after 20 minutes .."damn you're looking much more beautiful up close." He says looking at you up and down then grinning at you. You throw your head back laughing at him, "Really? Well I could say the same about you."

He grabs your face and leans down to smash his lips on yours, finally sighing in content followed by your own sigh, you hold him by his collar and other hand intertwined with his hand.

"How was it? Did you enjoy the concert? Did I do well?" He asks after pulling back still close to your face looking in your eyes,waiting for your answer eagerly.

You smile big at him stroking his cheek with one of your hand .."You did so well my love, I felt so proud of you ,you have no idea. You're amazing"

He smiles at you "Thank you baby I think i went a little crazy to impress you." He laughs

You grin at him .."Really? You didn't need to though, you're perfect..also you said you hoped i love it ..i did, you were so amazing.. and I love you so much too"

He smiles so big at you hugging you. "You noticed that I thought you won't may be..I wish I could mention you properly though." He says pulling back looking at you.

"Ofcourse I'd notice do you know how emotional you got me, I don't need you to mention my name to know you're talking about me ..trust me this was even more special for me..I love you." You say cupping his cheek.

"Thank you for saying that bub I love you too" He says pecking your nose.

You scrunch your nose making him laugh

"By the way you must be tired how are you feeling, don't you want to sit?" You say motioning him to sit on the couch.

"I'm tired and so hungry.. these boys are taking forever , we're good to go when they're done" He says with a groan.

He sits down, pulling you on his lap. And your heart almost jumps out of your chest. He seems so casual about it but this is like the first time you're sitting on his lap. You're flustered and your heart is beating fast.

"By the way you really do look very pretty wait we should take pictures." He says near your ear, his arm is draped over your bare tummy and he's pulling out his phone with the other hand.

When he opens the camera, the blush is clear on your cheeks..he laughs kissing your cheek "look at you so cuteee"

You groan hiding your face in his neck "uh shut upp". He laughs again "Come on look here"

You look in the camera and smile, then he's putting his face on your shoulder,pressing his cheek onto yours making a kissy face , you do the same..then he's kissing your cheek, you blush, then you kiss him on the cheek too. You click a few more pictures when someone bursts into the room and scares the living shit out of you, you jump out of mingyu's lap clutching your heart when you notice it's just Chan.

"You little shit you scared me" You scold him.

"Wow you're ever so loving just like I remember" He says sarcastically, "but what were you doing? there was no need to get so scared." He says with a annoying grin on his face raising his brow at two of you.

Mingyu scoffs getting up and holding you "idiot..we were taking pictures"

"You ok baby?" He asks rubbing your arms.

"Yeah" You say leaning back at him.

Then Mingyu is called by his manager, you talk with chan meanwhile.

When everyone gathers in the room, greeting you, seungkwan asks if you enjoyed the show.. "I enjoyed it so much and you were amazing kwannie"

"And what about me?" Dokyeom asks.

You chuckle at him "Ofcourse you were amazing too..everyone was." You give them a smile.

"She's lying guys when I asked her earlier she said and I quote 'sorry but I couldn't' take my eyes off of my boyfriend so i didnt see you much" ..chan says making you gasp and hit his arm..Ofcourse he won't be your bestfriend if he doesn't embarrass you in front of everyone.

And as soon as mingyu hears what chan said he's coming to you backhugging you while giggling ..."aww baby really."

And you're embarrassed as hell ..."NOOO I was just teasing you, you idiot Ofcourse everyone of you did a great job.. I swear I'm not lying" you say your eyes going from seungkwan to dokyeom "I saw you in your unit stages and you seriously were amazing you even made me cry." You tell them honestly and they burst out laughing "Ok ok we believe you thank you for looking at us in our unit stages" dokyeom says exaggeratedly with a annoying smile on his face pulling your leg and you groan covering your face with your hands.

Mingyu takes them off envelope your hands in his kissing them. "Really I was that amazing? Couldn't take your eyes off of me?" He's whispering near your ear a smirk on his face, making your skin erupt in goosebumps, you turn to look at him narrowing your eyes, whispering a little "shut up" He chuckles at you.

"You still didn't say anything about me though I'll remember that." Chan says grabbing your attention. He's sulking at you.

"Please are you kidding me ? It's needless to say you were so cool who do you think my favourite dancer is? And you were so much cooler from the last time I saw you performing." You tell him genuinely.

Chan finally smiles at you saying, "You really think so? Thank you y/n"

"Noted your favourite dancer is not me" says hoshi this time throwing you a thumbs up with a pretended sad expression.

Your eyes comically widen and you're fumbling for words.. "Oh my god why are you guys doing this to me? Mingyu do something" You whine to your boyfriend.

All of them are having so much fun in your misery laughing at you.

"Ok heyy shhh nobody will say anything to my baby anymore leave her alone" Says mingyu.

"Ok Ok sorry I was kidding." Says hoshi throwing his hands in air looking at you.

Then you go to the hotel with mingyu. First of all you guys eat dinner because both of you were so hungry. Then You remove his makeup for him, then he takes a shower and you after him.

When you come out he's looking at his phone smiling brightly at the screen.

Then he notices you and let's out a little happy laugh "just when did you send me so many texts Babe?"

"Oh you saw it, those are my comments like review after almost each of your performance." You say sitting beside him on the bed grinning at him.

"You're so adorable thank you baby" He says putting his phone down squishing your cheeks together with both of his hands..pulling you closer to Kiss your lips.

"I'm hot when I'm rapping huh?" He speaks lips still hovering over yours, with a smirk.

"Well ..you're ..hotter than usual when rapping." You say looking in his eyes then glancing at his lips. He pulls you even closer leaving no space between you two. His hand pulling you by your leg almost on his lap.

"Really? What about when I'm dancing though ..you know I was looking at you,tell me about it..did you notice it?" He asks stroking your jaw with one hand,and the other resting on your knee. Licking his lips and biting his lower lip between his teeth..you follow the moment with your eyes. You know exactly what he's talking about.

"You mean when you were seducing me?" You ask raising your eyebrow at him.

He laughs saying "hm did it work princess?" Eyes shifting from your eyes to lips every now and then.

"What if i tell you it did?" You say a little breathless the words coming out in a whisper. "wanted to tell the whole world that you're mine..my lover boy" your eyes going from his eyes to lips too, you want to kiss him so bad.

"Yeah? And how'd you do that baby? " He asks smirk growing on his face, feeling proud that he made you feel like that.

"You really want to know? You sure about that? " You ask challenging him raising your brow at him.

"I'd love to know, tell me" he's a little breathless himself too anticipating your answer but you'd rather show him, you don't know where the hell you're getting the confidence in that moment but you go on with it ..surging forward capturing his lips in yours boldly, hurriedly, harshly ..hand holding on his neck, other on his chest when you move to sit on his lap..he groans in the kiss, cursing under his breath saying a "Fuck baby-" his hand going from your thighs to hips, his hold tightening on your hips ,he's returning your kiss more passionately than ever before,tongues exploring each other's mouth,sucking on each others tongues, he's pulling your lower lip harshly between his teeth then sucking at it making you whine and moan the sound he's never heard before,you control yourself too much for his liking he have wanted to hear that sound from so long and finally he did,he wants to keep listening to it but you pull back, catching your breath but then smirking at him when you lean down to kiss his jaw, tongue darting out a little to lick and press a open mouthed kiss at his neck, you notice him going stiff for a moment before he's calling out to you.."Holy f-fuck Babe what are you doing?" He asks Panicked because he didn't expect you to do that, he has placed random pecks on your neck but was too aware to not rush you and make you uncomfortable so he never tried anything but here you are being so bold making him loose his damn mind.

"Is it not ok? I can stop-" You say nervously looking at him because despite your boldness you're nervous from inside you didn't know what his reaction will be.

"NOO- don't- you dont have to stop, you can do whatever you want..remember ? I'm yours baby" He says to assure you stroking neck.."I just I meant- you are ok right you're not forcing yourself?" He asks concerned.

"No I'm not forcing myself ..I-I just wanted to" You say looking at him with blush on your cheeks then avoiding his eyes immediately.

He smiles knowingly .."Babe" He says tilting your face to make you look at him..."what were you gonna do ..can you continue? Please?" You groan and cover your palm over your eyes. "I- I was gonna put a mark on you..I mean I-I was going to try ..obviously i haven't done it before." You say embarrassed.

"You mean you want to give me hickey ?..oh possessive are we?" He says taking your hand off your eyes, his own eyes are amused the smirk still on his face though, you glare at him smacking his chest but still murmuring " yes to the first sentence..no comments on the second one"

He laughs saying " Whatever you say angel" pulling you with his hand on your nape he gives you a hot kiss again before encouraging you to continue what you were doing.."go ahead angel you know that I'm not gonna judge you right? You can do it go ahead" You give him a nod you don't want to disappoint him but you know he won't care much if you even fail at it he's far too sweet to judge you or anything..."You don't even need to do anything to make me go crazy over you angel ..and since the moment you kissed me earlier ..I thought I was going to die any moment from the way you were making me feel.." he keeps encouraging you when you kiss his neck, you know he's saying it genuinely and it gives you more confidence...you keep going ..putting soft butterfly kisses all over his neck, alternating with open mouthed kisses over his throat and he can't help but moan at that..you are seriously driving him insane,the sound he makes causing a shiver run down to your spine ..you finally Suck at his skin when you reach his collarbones which are slightly visible from the t-shirt he's wearing ..you move it out of your way with your hand clutching the material ..you suck a little harshly alternating between nibbling and biting his skin..he let's out a hiss, his hold tight In your hair where he's holding you by your neck.

You pull back when you think you've done it, looking at his skin when you notice the reddish mark on his collarbones you cant help but feel proud it's not that great but better than you imagined..the smile blooming on your face then you look up at him ..he looks down tracing the mark with his finger tips then grinning looking at you .."see you did great baby.. talk about being a natural" He says teasing you making you blush again.

"Now my turn" He says before you can notice or say anything he's flipping you on your back on the bed and hovering over you...he smirks looking at your widened eyes , his knees are on either sides of your body he leans down closer to your face kissing every inch of it ..for him your comfort comes first and he won't overwhelm you in any way so he gives you a chance to refuse or push him away incase you don't want it ...but you don't do either of that..you trust him with your life you know he won't do anything that you won't want he respects you so much to do that..he will check your comfort first you know that ..so you smile at him and loop your arms on his neck. He kisses your lips again squeezing your waist making you moan again oh he'll keep listening to that sound for all of his life and won't get tired ever ..he peppers the kisses down your jaw and neck...swirling his tongue more skillfully than you and you never thought it'll feel this amazing ..you cant stop the sounds escaping from your lips and gasping every now and then..there are goosebumps all over your skin, his mouth and tongue is really something ..the open mouthed kisses he gives all over neck has you clinging to him pulling him closer to you with the low moans you let out. He's lightly sucking at your skin first and when you shudder and let out a moan of his name for the first time ..he thinks he found his heaven along with finding your sweet spot. "F-fuvkkkk baby found it...say that again" He says sucking harder making you moan his name again.

You pull him towards your face when he doesn't stop even after giving you two hickeys ..you smash your lips on his ...he hums in the kiss ..."You're crazy" You say against his lips making him smile,pulling back to look into your eyes,"You liked it baby?" He asks removing the hair strands out of your eyes.

"Like? Really? I think I'm in love with your tongue and mouth ...how did I even live without that?" You say to him.

"Shit BABYY- you cant just say things like that" He scolds you, his eyes scandalized. "Think about me- do you know what it does to me?" He says nervously..and the mischievous look in your eyes and the smile you give him with your lower lip trapped between your teeth, tells him you know exactly what you're doing to him.

"You are a menace" He says before claiming your swollen lips all over again. Making you giggle between the kiss.

A/N: HOLAAA! HIII !HELLO! ..I'm so sorry if I kept you waiting,but here it is the last part of my beloved first series HUG. This is so so so dear to me❤️

I hope you like this part ..AND ...I HAVE A BONUS CHAPTER WRITTEN ALREADY WHICH IS EMOTIONAL KIND OF, BUT IF ANYONE WANTS I'LL WRITE A BONUS CHAPTER TO CONTINUE WHATEVER THEY LEFT HERE🌚 so let me know if you want that.

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stumachersfavoritegirl · 2 years ago

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His Favorite Girl <3

Stu Macher x Reader

Disclaimer: The use of Y/N pertains to you inserting your own name. The main character in the story is you, but you just have a a different description. Imagination is fun girlies ;3 I also deeply apologize for the late post, life has been very stressful for me right now and whenever it becomes overwhelming, it's hard for me to think about anything else, which includes "My Favorite Girl" but, don't worry, I'll still be posting it because it's definitely a solitude for me. But, I won't be giving a schedule for it anymore because I feel like that ruins the trust between me and you guys <3 Thank you for understanding and enjoy!

Chapter 2: D-dont...you walk away from me

I tap my pencil on the desk repetitively, anxiously waiting one more minute before the final bell of the day rings. I'm biting my lip as my thoughts race, it's becoming a reality and not another dream my mind thought up. Stu Macher is actually going to the Brew to meet me, and no one else. Not Tatum, Billy, his friend group, me. I've never felt this special before, it was a feeling I didn't want to end. I've never had a boy be vulnerable with me about how they felt, let alone about me. I mean, just yesterday I was a nobody to him. Now, he's meeting me in janitors closest alone, saying my name, thinking about my breast? I mean, holy fuck! Who am I right now that Stu Macher knows me, likes me, wants...me? It's almost overwhelming, the feeling of being wanted by someone you'd never thought you'd have for years. It's too unbearable actually, almost... too good to be true. My thoughts are cut off by the final bell, and I sigh as I finally gather my notebooks in my backpack. A smile uncontrollably forms on my face, as I imagine him looking at me in awe as he walks into the brew. Me sitting there with my hair down, no glasses, skinny jeans and an old tank top of my moms that she doesn't know I took...what? Desperate times call for desperate measures. Probably some cashmere sweater my mom has in her closet too, so my chubby arms can still be covered, while my cleavage is basically full frontal. I blush as I sling my backpack over my shoulder, beginning to exit the classroom. I wonder if he'll be wearing the same thing, or maybe he'll change like me. I wonder if we'll only talk about school work, or maybe we'll talk about us. I've been dying to ever since the janitors closet. All those things he said, what did it mean? My minds been racing since. I still can't believe he was looking at me like that, his pupils were so dilated, I felt like I was staring into his soul looking into them. I make my way into the hallway and walk towards the exit of the school with everyone else. Students begin to scream however, and everyones voices combined grows too loud, ruining my thought process. I roll my eyes, reaching for my cassette player and headphones in my backpack. I grab it, zipping my bag closed, when I look up and see Billy Loomis. He walks pasts me and our eyes meet before he looks away and chuckles, covering his mouth. I furrow my brows as he pasts me, looking down as I rest my headphones on my head. What was that look about? I drag my fingers across my face, trying to pinpoint any food residue on it. When I feel nothing, I reach for my hair, running my fingers through it. Hmph, nothing stuck in it. I let my tongue linger over my front teeth to feel any food stuck in between. But when I feel nothing, my face scrunches together. What could he have been laughing at? I roll my eyes as I exit the building, pressing play on my cassette player as I walk down the school entryway stairs. As I put my cassette player away, I see Tatum and Stu again. His arms are wrapped around her shoulder as a pre rolled blunt rests in his hand. His other hand is flailing around as he talks to Tatum, and she walks beside him with a lollipop in her mouth, toying with it using her tongue.

He looks down and sees this, and he bends down to lick her lollipop. She scoffs, preparing to pluck him in the head with it. He takes off before she can though, and she follows him as she screams out, laughing "Asshole!" He giddily laughs as he runs away, shockingly in my direction. My eyes widen as I see them approach me, and I swallow as I press my lips together. I subtly look up to meet his gaze as he passes me, and he doesn't even look at me. He continues to laugh as he runs by, his smell washing over me again and my knees almost buckle. She runs after him, towards me and her eyes throw daggers at mine. I quickly look away from her, but she makes a note to bump my shoulder as she passes me. I sigh as I rub my shoulder, rolling my eyes. I've literally never hated someone more. I turn to look at them , and he runs back into the building as she's close in pursuit, yelling after him. I shake my head in disbelief as I face forward and continue walking home. Why didn't he look at me? I mean, how could he go from standing over me...confessing his feelings for me, being completely vulnerable with me, to running past me, not even looking in my direction? That was really really weird, and a knot forms in my stomach, trying to depict what it meant.

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As I open the door to the Brew, I look at the clock inside, 4:00 on the dot. I smile to myself as I look around, trying to find his piercing blue eyes. When I don't see them however, I walk to the nearest table, placing my backpack and cassette player on the table before I take a seat. I tuck my wild curls behind my ears, looking around again, dreading that I didn't bring my glasses for emergency purposes. I feel a slight breeze and cover my exposed cleavage with my mothers cashmere sweater, snapping my neck towards the door. It's an older couple, both with canes, laughing as they walk in together. I smile as I look down, feeling as though I'm invading there privacy by staring. I continue to smile as I imagine that being me and Stu eventually. I shake the thought though, and as the breeze continues I decide to grab a small coffee as I wait for him. Looking at the clock again as I get up, it's 4:04. I figured he'd get here before me to see if I was on time or not. I try to calm down though, as I tell myself it's literally only been 4 minutes. Even if it were 10, did I really even expect Stu Macher to show up on time to discuss school work? Granted, he asked, but he never really seemed like the academic type. I kinda liked that about him though, his carefree spirit. He never seemed to let anything bother him, even a bad grade or detention 4 nights in a row. He just kinda, went with the flow of life, something I always admired about him. Something that always made me drawn to him. As I reach the counter, I pull out $1.05 to pay when I feel a sharp breeze from the door again. As I turn to look, I notice it's one of the kids from my school. His hairs blonde and spikey almost, his big brown eyes sweep the crowd of the Brew until they land on mine. I think I've seen him in science class a few times, other times he's blatantly skipping. I flash a friendly smile his way, but he doesn't return one. He quickly looks away as he heads to sit down. I feel like everyone is acting so weird towards me today, and I straighten my squished eyebrows as I approach the register to order.

As I wait for them to make it, I look in his direction and see him sit by the chair next to me. I face forward to grab my small coffee, and head back to my seat. Our eyes meet again, and he quickly averts his again, while pulling out school supplies. I place my coffee on the table as I sit back down, scratching the back of my neck as I continue to look around for Stus tall frame and brunette short hair. I take a quick sip from the coffee, sighing as I pull out my school supplies. I'll just get everything ready for his arrival, maybe I should've gotten him a coffee too? I mentally face palm myself as I pull all my English notes and Algebra textbooks out, pulling out two pencils, two Crayola highlighters, and a Hewlett Packard calculator. I align everything on the desk neatly to pass time, glancing at the clock again. 4:10 now...sheesh, I mind as well have took an extra 10 minutes to do my makeup. I could've used a wand of mascara, my eyes couldn't be more squinted from the lack of sleep I've been experiencing lately. I keep having repeated nightmares of Stu rejecting me in front of the whole school in the cafeteria after realizing I've had a crush on him since Sophomore year. He tells me that, "He'd never like a weird, fat, and boring loser like me. Not even in my dreams." and then as soon as the entire cafeteria erupts with laughter, I'm always startled awake by my alarm clock, covered in sweat, gasping for air, and on the verge of pissing myself from embarrassment. His words will always echo in my head shortly after I'm awake, and they almost begin to echo now, as doubt fills my mind. Why is he so late? But, I shake the thought though, pursing my lips together as I take another glance at the door. Any minute now, he'll walk in. He'll be sweating from running to make it on time, our eyes will meet as he swings open the door, and he'll flash me a sly grin before walking towards me. I'll probably blush and look away, wondering why I was so nervous about this afternoon. Any minute...

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10 minutes turns to 3 hours, and before I know it, I'm rolling my eyes as I witness another person walk into the Brew that isn't him . Wow, if this isn't straight out of my regular scheduled nightmares, then I don't know what would be. Stu Macher completely just stood me up. This isn't even a date, which makes it worse! I'm literally just supposed to be helping him study, and he couldn't even show up for that? I fight the tears threatening to pour out my eyes as I begin to pack my supplies, aggressively throwing them in my backpack as I mumble to myself. "Fucking prick. How dare he act like that towards me? Like he had the biggest infatuation with me for months, then stand me up only a few hours later. How could he? I mean, what did I ever even do to him? What have I ever even done to anybody? I'm one of the nicest people at that school, I deserve to at least be treated like a person. I mean, at least-" as I get up, slinging my backpack over my shoulder in a huff, my eyes lock with the boy from school again. He's almost looking at me worried, but this time, there's too much rage in me to avert my eyes. This time, I stare directly back at him. "What the fuck are you looking at?" I yell aloud, and his eyes widen before he looks back down at his textbook.

The whole Brew flashes their heads at me, and feeling embarrassed by my outburst but too angry to show it, I completely storm out, swinging the door open and letting it hit the wall behind it. It starts to rain as I walk home, which makes me even more livid. I stomp my way down the street as I continue to mumble more curse words amongst myself. "This is exactly what I get for ever thinking a guy like Stu Macher could ever have any interest in me. I should've known everything was too good to be true! He's never even looked in your direction until today, but had the nerve to have me believe he had some type of serious interest in me? I mean, he couldn't even look at me on school grounds a few hours ago! As soon as I noticed that, I should've made the decision to never come. That was literally the biggest sign I could've seen, that he isn't actually into me. This must just be some sort of game, this has to be. He told me not to be late, just to never show? Who am I even kidding? Why did I ever expect another outcome? This isn't a fairytale Y/n. I'm a loser, he's popular. Our worlds don't even mix. " The rage fills my throat, and I scream aloud, letting all the anger, sadness, pain, and rejection I feel out into the rain. Fuck Stu Macher, Fuck Woodsboro High, fuck everyone! I'm sick of being the nice, quite, good girl. I'm so sick of being everyones target for an easy ego boost, for sadism, for the next human joke. It's my turn to be a fucking asshole.

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As I walk along the school grounds, I notice news anchors scattered everywhere. It's 7:50 am as I rush to my first class, walking by each of them as I listen "-are doing drugs they buy in the classroom. And that they're involved in the occult..."

“Occult?”

"The small town of Woodsboro, California was devasted last night when two young teenagers were brutally murdered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement, but our sources tell us that no arrest have been made and the murderer could strike again."

My eyes widen as I continue to look around, noticing every student is paired up with someone. All of them talking amongst themselves. All of their faces, were plastered with worry…with fear. I overhear a few of them as I pass by. "Oh my gosh, I had social studies with Casey."

"-Steve was one of the best football players on our team. What are we gonna do about next weeks game-"

"I heard, they found Casey gutted like a fish. Hung up by her own intestines!"

"I heard they found Steve and Casey chopped into pieces with their body parts scattered all over her house."

I furrow my brows as I continue into the school building, resting my headphones back on my head to drown everyone out as I process everything. I think… Casey Becker and Steve Orlin are dead! I can't believe another murder happened in Woodsboro. We all kinda assumed it would stop after Cotton Weary was arrested. What happened to Mrs. Prescott was horrific and everyone was relieved when he was issued the death penalty. But now, it looks like there still may be a murderer amongst us. I enter English class at 8:00 on the dot, but this time, Mr. Tate doesn't bark at me. He doesn't even raise his head to acknowledge me. I quickly make way for my seat, when I notice Stu Macher isn't in his. I quickly hang my backpack over my seat, pulling out all of my supplies and placing them on my desk before I sit down. I look around at everyone, noticing how silent it is. Usually people would be talking, loudly listening to music, passing notes, laughing amongst each other. But this time, it was different. You could feel the death, the darkness everywhere you looked. I sigh deeply as I face forward, opening my textbook when I notice a post it note sticking out of one of the pages. I flip to the page, dragging my fingers along the familiar messy red thick ink as I read.

"I couldn't make it to the Brew, but I need want to see you before lunch today. I need I'd like to talk to you. It's important to me. Be at our spot by 11:55."

First of all, the audacity! He had me wait 3 hours for him, just for him to not show, and he really thinks I'm gonna show up for him now that he “wants to see me”? I scoff as a chuckle sneaks up and out of my throat. Prick. I should have him wait there for me for an entire hour. I should have him feel exactly the way I felt last night, stranded and abandoned. I rip the post it note into small pieces, allowing each piece to cover my desk and the ground below me, not caring if it's drawing attention. I start to care however, when I notice Stu walk into class. "I know I'm late Mr. Tate. The news anchors are crowding the whole entryway! I almost got tackled to the ground just for a simple little interview." He says, chuckling as he walks backwards to his desk. "Mr. Macher, please quietly take a seat. Some students are trying to mourn in peace." Mr. Tate motions his hand to the crowd of students sitting down, all pouting, staring at a wall or out the window. Stu shrinks into his shoulders as he grits his teeth, mouthing an "oops..." as he pretends to tip toe to his desk. When he passes mine, he looks down at the post it puddle I've left scattered around for anyone to see. He almost stops in his tracks, and our eyes meet. He furrows his brows almost, and smiles like he's accepting a challenge, but I stare back at him angrily, my eyes read that there's no game being played on my end. He quickly squints at me, almost like he's trying to figure out a puzzle, before he continues his way to his seat. I listen as he drags out his chair loudly, plopping into it. I slightly turn my head to look at him, and he’s staring at me so hard, I almost melt right into my seat. I quickly face forward again, swallowing as I tap my pencil on the desk silently. Damn, I definitely didn’t mean for him to see that. I thought he was skipping class today…I mentally face palm myself as I bite my lip, tapping my pencil faster as my anxiety builds. Holy shit, what if that ruined everything? What if he thinks I hate him now? What if he doesn’t wanna talk to me anymore because he thinks I tried to embarrass him by ripping up the post it? What if he-wait, fuck him.

I almost forgot I’m angry at him, in fear that he was angry at me. But I don’t want to be fearful of that. Good riddance he saw it, maybe he’ll leave me alone. Maybe, he’ll finally stop taunting me with his modelesque good looks, bright blue eyes and lean muscular frame. Maybe, he won’t want to torture me with being fake study buddies anymore to boost his already inflated ego. Maybe- “Ms. Y/n. I just told Mr.Macher to keep quiet for the sake of everyone else! What makes you any different?” I taste blood as I stop biting my lip, realizing I’m tapping my pencil on the desk so loud it’s drawing everyone’s attention, including Stu. I purse my lips together as I sink into my seat, looking around and locking eyes with Stu again. He’s grilling me at this point, and feeling rather impudent, I dramatically roll my eyes as I sweep the rest of the post it pieces onto the floor. I rest my head on my hand as I sigh softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as a student comes in, handing Mr. Tate a piece of paper. The whole class faces forward, and everyone’s attention is drawn to Mr. Tate. “Kaitlin Bennett, the principals office for questioning.” Everyone turns towards her, and she stands up flustered as she walks towards the exit. I rub the back of my neck, feeling as though it’s burning, and I look behind me to face Stu again, who's still looking at me, sneering. I face forward and watch the girl shimmy past all the students sitting, throwing a small smile at Mr.Tate before she and the other student exit the room. I look down at my textbook again, deciding to just study for my english exam this week. I adjust my glasses as I continue to read, but with everything going on, I easily get distracted. Why did they call that girl to the office for questioning? Do they think she did it? She doesn't look like she'd kill anyone, let alone two. I heard a lot of people saying the crime scene was pretty brutal, no way she did that.

I raise my brows, trying to get back to my english work when suddenly the student behind me passes me a note from under my arm. I slightly jump, never receiving a note in class, I'm startled by the sudden gesture. I quickly turn around, but the student behind me is buried in a Harry Potter Novel. Understanding the concentration that kind of book takes, I quickly face forward, not wanting to interrupt them. I sigh before opening the letter, recognizing the bold sloppy red ink by now,

"See me at our spot after class. Walk there before me, I'll be behind you. I need to talk."

I roll my eyes as I close the note. Jesus, someone is persistent. I crumble the note into a ball before tossing it onto the floor. I refuse to give him any satisfactory communication today after yesterday. I refuse to give into the daze of Stu Macher. I refuse. I hear someone clear their throat behind me, but I don't turn around, expecting our eye contact to turn me into stone.

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The bell finally rings, and I quietly close my textbook to avoid more eyes on me this period. I gather all my books in my arms as I stand up, grabbing my backpack to place it on my desk. I open it, throwing all my books and school utensils inside before zipping it closed, and tossing it over my shoulder. I exit the classroom, and as I walk around, I notice almost everyone is either mourning, or gossiping about how crazy this recent murder was. Especially after last years. You can tell some of them were Casey or Steves friends, while others are just excited that something is going on to talk about. I look down as I continue towards my locker, when suddenly, I feel someone grab my arm, hard and almost yank me forward. I look up to protest, and it's Stu. "Don't draw attention..." he says with a suggestive tone, and obviously fake smile plastered across his face. "...just walk." I obey, afraid of any retaliation if I didn't, and I walk beside him. We walk past my next class and down the janitors corridor. A few eyes glare at us, but none linger for too long. I think everyones just too focused on the murders to care about regular school gossip. I should be too, but how can I ignore something like this?

He's everywhere to me but almost no where at the same time, it's almost impossible to not think about him for a second. We enter the same janitors closet we were in before, he leads me in with one hand before looking both ways and entering behind me. The rooms dark again, and I feel completely vulnerable just standing in the middle of it. He closes the door behind him, and I hear him slightly groan before he turns the light on, turning around to face me. I'm completely flustered again while I stare up at him, and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I whimper beneath him. "Y/n..." he speaks to me softly, almost singing my name. He backs me up against a wall, and leans his hand against it, towering over me. My knees almost buckle from the music in my ears. My name coming out his mouth is almost dreamlike, and I pinch my thigh to make sure everything is real. "I know you made it on time to the Brew yesterday. I like that, you listen." he says, smirking as he gestures at me with his index finger. He taps me in my chest before letting it drag down my cleavage, past my belly, and almost at my pelvis.

"But, unfortunately I couldn't make it due to that little rumor you spread of us. I mean, Tatum was pretty pissed. A lot of things are out of my control when her rage is involved." He taunts me with this, playing with a loose strand of my hair in his fingers as he maintains eye contact with me, the slyest grin on his face. " I mean..." he pushes himself off the wall, stepping away from me as he begins to circle the room. "I know you've had feelings for me for some time now, but maybe I should've emphasized how much secrecy would be important in this situation." He completely faces me now, "I thought, maybe I'd be able to trust you?" His question sounds almost threatening, but a frown is plastered across his face, and his eyes are soft as he continues to look at me. "It wasn't m-me Stu. I-I would never discuss anything w-we do to anyone, I mean, I d-don't speak to a lot of people here."

"Then who do you speak to?" His demeanor hardens now. He looks me up and down, almost like he's trying to read me, "I mean, n-not really a-anybody. No one. I swear." I find myself being awfully eager to please him, and I loosen my shoulders as the last word leaves my mouth. He sucks in his breathe before mumbling a small, "mmm" placing his hand on his chin as he says it, almost smiling before he says, “I had a good feeling I could trust you then.” He’s smirking as he says this, and anger begins to boil inside of me. How can he even accuse me of being untrustworthy, when just yesterday he left me waiting for him in a Brew, alone for 3 hours! How could he even sit here and stare at me like I'm the problem here? "W-what about me?" I manage to spew out, almost in a whisper, but he hears me. He begins to slowly walk towards me, "What about you?" he asks me, leaning back against the wall over me. I hesitate at first, scared of where this could go, but he grabs my cheeks with his right hand, lifting my face up to look at him. "Speak." His face is inches from mine, and I close my eyes. Moaning silently as I bite my lip, wishing he'd just kiss me already and forget about fucking Tatum. I open my eyes before I continue, completely flustered at his domineering demeanor towards me.

"I thought I could t-t-rust you last night, you left me stranded there alone for 3 hours. It was so emba-"

"You waited for me for 3 hours? " He snorts almost, and my face burns completely as it forms a snarl, gritting my teeth before I mutter, "fuck you." I begin to push past him.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it huh? Hey!”

Before I can exit the room, he grabs my arm, hard. I wince at the pain and franticly look up at him, shocked at the sudden aggression. "D-dont...you walk away from me." He says, calmy. His eyes are closed as he says it, but he opens them to look at me, his smile is gone and his stare leaves my heart pounding out of my chest. I swallow as I look back up at him, and he swings me back up against the wall before grabbing both my shoulders. "I'm...sorry. OK. I should've let you know somehow that I couldn't make it. That was on me, that was my fuck up." He maintains eye contact with me the whole time as he says this, sweat beads begin to form on his forehead and his lips are almost dripping with spit. "Just...don't-walk away from me. We aren't done talking." His head is slightly tilted to the side, but he slowly lets go of my shoulders before he begins to run his hands along my arms. "Now, let's make this date happen, huh? Tonight's not a good night for me unfortunately..." he says, tilting his head to the side as he grits his teeth and widens his eyes, but he smirks as he continues.

"...but tomorrow, after school ofcourse, we can meet. Finally. Let's say, your house around 9." I purse my lips, wanting to protest at the time stated but too afraid for his reaction. "Be a good girl and agree...right?" He says, rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip as he gently nods his head, waiting for me to do the same. I slowly nod my head as my lip quivers. "Good." He slowly inhales as he drags his finger down my lip, to my chin and down my throat. He lets it trail along my collar bone before he leans in, I feel his breathe against my neck as he rests his hand on my shoulder . "I'll make sure to make it up to you tomorrow night." His breathe lingers against my ear, and I close my eyes before accidently moaning aloud. I quickly open my eyes as I purse my lips together, and my heart begins to beat through my chest and out my ass. I quickly clear my throat as I look down, and he backs up before chuckling slightly. "Don't feel the need to hide that later on, ok?" He says, smirking as he bites his lip, exiting the room. I'm left standing there alone again in a puddle of my own juices. Could he be anymore of a tease? I take my hair out its ponytail, as I migraine attacks my skull. Why does he have to be so confusing? And why am I so turned on by it? I run my fingers through my hair, replaying the entire moment. It was supposed to be a moment of power for me, but instead I surrendered to him, just as Tatum did yesterday. But, it's almost like I couldn't resist him, like I had to obey him. Who am I kidding? Why even spend this entire experience being upset with him over one small accident, when I could instead enjoy this entire moment in it's glory?

Stu Macher was finally speaking to me and there was no way I was letting one little form of miscommunication get in the way of this ecstasy ride. I mean, whatever time was wasted yesterday will be made up tomorrow night, right? I inhale sharply as I run my hands over my face, squinting my eyes together as I swallow. Ok, get it together. I take one last breathe in, before exiting the janitors closet. As I enter the school hallway, I realize I meant to tell him my address. Shit, then my parents will be home...I sigh, realizing this might not go as dreamlike as I hoped it would. The late bell rings and I pick up my pace as I head to my next class, I have to figure out a way to get my address to him, I have to make tomorrow night happen, I have to finally spend time with him. I mentally face palm, angry at how flustered I was in the moment that I didn't even tell him my address. How could I let that important piece of information slide? Ok, I have the rest of this school day and tomorrow to get my address to him. It has to happen, not matter what, there can't be another miscommunication that gets in the way of us. That gets in the way of my future.

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travelling-wanderer · 6 months ago

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・﹒・ single dad, huh?

Summary: You had just moved into the sprawling suburban neighborhood after inheriting your late-grandparents' house. Your new, next door neighbor wanted to help you move it and you couldn't help but accept it. You soon fall down a rabbit hole of "is this guy too old for me?" after you realize your true feelings for him.

Warings: Age gap, fluff

Pairing: Don!Mobius x GN!reader

Notes: I finally watched the Loki Disney+ show and when I tell you the moment I saw dad Mobius...I'm a sucker for DILFS, guilty as charged 😔. Should I make a part 2????

The neighborhood was nothing special, it was your average suburban area with picturesque houses and families. You grew up closer to the city so you never had to deal with driving everywhere as eveything was walkable, but you have visited here occasionally since the house you were moving into used to belong to your grandparents. So you held some fond memories of this place, it would take a while to get used to it, but in time it would get better.

You never visited here much though, as it was over a two hour drive, but cherish the little memories you had of this place. You had been saving up to move out of your parents' house but no apartments seemed to work for you. Of course its not nice to find out your grandparents had passed, but you were blessed that they left you their house. All the papers were in order and the house was officially in your name before they bit the dust.

Today was your move-in day and the medium sized moving truck sat outside as you did everything yourself. Since it was just you- you didn't feel the need to pay a few guys to move your stuff as there wasn't that much, but still a decent amount. You briskly walked back up into the truck to lug a box into the house and as you walked down the ramp, someone called out to you.

"Need any help there, new neighbor?" It startled you at first before you quickly recovered and looked over to see the source. It was your next-door neighbor. He was an older man with grey, short hair. Maybe he was in his 40s? He probably just didn't want to maintain dying his hair all the time so he kept it natural, but you couldn't lie and say he wasn't at least a little bit attractive. You thought about this and contemplated his offer, it wouldn't be so bad, right? You could get to know him and he could get to know you. Knowing someone right off the bat would be helpful in this new area, you just hope he didn't have any bad intentions.

"Sure!" I just need to get these boxes all inside first, so bring them in and I'll tell you where to put them. I can handle the rest" You walked down the ramp with your box of who knows what and he got closer with a smile on his face. "Now I hope you aren't some creep because if so, I will have to ask you kindly to leave" You laughed awkwardly- partially afraid of that being the case but also trying to make a joke out of it.

"Oh, pfft. I'm a single dad. My days consist of selling- or trying to sell jet skis and telling my sons not to burn their toys. I mean- why do they think that's cool? You know what's cool? Jet skis" Huh, he was a single dad, why did that make your heart skip? He was a dad, a dad! And he has multiple sons, you were single and in your early 20s with no big plans. He seems to like jet skis though, a man has to have his hobbies after all, it honestly was cute.

"Single dad, huh?" You mused with a small smile as he passed you going into the truck and picking up a random box and following you.

"Yeah. My eldest is twelve and my youngest is eight and they are my boys. My wife left me a few years ago so I've been raising them on my own the past few years. It's been a learning curve certainly, but they're good boys, not counting burning their toys. Seriously I don't get it, why would you burn your own stuff?" It made you slightly sad that his wife left him when he seemed like such a good father, from first impressions at least. "Oh shoot, I never introduced myself! My name is Don" he flashed a smile with excitement as he stood next to you. Saying your name, his face switched into one of concentration before snapping his fingers with a smile.

"Now I remember! You're the grandchild of that old couple that lived here! Sorry for your loss, by the way. They were nice people" From the way he went from excitement from remembering where he heard your name from then unfortunate passing of your grandparents, it was obvious that he didn't want to brush over that fact and tried to be kind.

"Thank you. I miss them but they were nice enough to leave me this house since they knew I've been trying to save up. But I can't wait to meet your sons" Changing the conversation was needed as you didn't want to lament on them being gone, but didn't want him to think he did anything wrong. So you gave a genuine smile as he walked next to you into the house and you had a feeling that he would become a good friend.

"Well, every two weeks I plan a cookout and this Saturday is the next one. A few neighbors from this block usually come over so you can get a chance to meet them too. No pressure, of course! Only come if you're comfortable!" You thought it was really sweet of him to invite you over, even if he didn't know you weren't the most sociable person ever. He followed you through the front door and set the box down in the kitchen since it was well...stuff for the kitchen. The box you held was for the livingroom so you set it down there.

"I'll think about it"

"Think about it? What's there to think about?" He exclaimed as he started to talk with his hands, but not in anger, in was very amusing how animated and passionate he was. "You're hangin' out with the coolest dad on the block, you'll meet my sons, meet the other neighbors, and have some good food" He walked closer to you and you couldn't help but feel your attraction to him grow stronger. You're so fucked.

"I'm not the most...social...person. I prefer to spend my time alone...and in my house" it wasn't a lie, you truly did prefer to spend time by yourself reading, playing games, and a few other things. But you didn't know how you would react to being near him for that long with a bunch of strangers around.

"Well, the offer is still on the table. It starts at six sharp, but showing up fashionably late wouldn't be bad either. As long as you're there" He winked at you as he left to grab more boxes. Wait...he winked at you? He winked at you! Your face burned slightly as you replayed it in your head a few times before shaking your head and stood in your house for a few seconds before meeting him back outside. You had to get it under control, this stupid little crush would get out of hand very fast if you didn't put an end to it now. But...would it be so bad? You haven't had a crush on a long time much less dated anyone, might as well have a little fun if it makes you happy. But you wouldn't actively go for him, no way. He's too old and has two kids. Nope.

"Wait, where are your kids now? School?" It was a Tuesday morning so they most likely were, but the thought had just occurred to you then as he walked back inside with a box for the bathroom and a box for the bedroom.

"Yeah. They take a bus everyday since my work schedule usually lets me off after they get out. This is one of my off days. They're decent at school, I'm not trying to pressure them into a career they want to do so as long as they pass its fine" Your heart flipped yet again as he truly seemed like a caring father if not a little quirky, but who isn't? Smiling, you walk back out with him to get the other boxes.

This went on for the next few hours- you'd talk about yourselves to know each other better as you grabbed more boxes and set them in the right room. It honestly took a lot longer than it should from the amount of boxes you had- it wasn't that many- but got caught up in just...talking. It was really nice though, as you felt like you made a new friend already and it was your first day here. As you were talking about the good restaurants here so you can get takeout at, the sounds of kids outside signalled that school ended and Don's sons would be home soon. He looked down at his watch and smiled.

"Right on time! You just got one more box in there I'll bring out. You sure you'll be fine unpacking this all?" He insisted that his kids could wait and that he wanted to help you unpack all the boxes, but you would rather him not see all your things because you were more of a private person, and plus you didn't want him to miss making dinner for his boys.

"Yeah I'll be fine. It was really nice to meet you, Don. Maybe I'll see you again tomorrow?" You shook hands and couldn't help but feel tingles up your spine from the contact, but still smiled and he smiled back before letting go.

"I work tomorrow and you'll probably still be unpacking but you can always visit me at work! You know where I work, stop by anytime you feel like it, you know my schedule. Well, I'm off, see you later! Nice to meet you!" He started towards back towards his house just as you saw two young boys enter the yard, those must be his sons. Heart feeling warm, you watched as he happily grabbed what looked like his oldest into a headlock and rub his hair. Sighing. you decided to check out one of the places he recommended to get takeout since you were hungry and looked it up on Google. You couldn't help but be tempted to take his offer to his cookout on Saturday. Maybe you'll visit him at his job too.

#mobius #mobius m. mobius #mobius x reader #loki #loki series #loki x reader

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sneverussape · 6 months ago

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many the miles, 1/2

evans!severus au

the one where 13yo severus sneaks off to cokeworth and unwittingly gets caught by his older sister, and they both end up on a train to the midlands OR a long meandering sibling-focused two-shot that i've been dying to write because these two wouldn't stop arguing in my head and it was driving me NUTS

wc: 6866 (more or less)

cw: mentions of epilepsy, growing up in the 90s/2000s, discmans, Fruit Polos (rip), being yelled at by older siblings in public places, 2000s eyebrows, swearing, whatever else

for @greens-your-color :)

“Severus!”

Severus froze mid-step at the sound of his name being called among the crowded orange halls of St. Pancras. It had been faint, as though coming from a distance or a fading dream, and his first thought was to consider whether his new potions regimen included late-onset hallucinations.

Fantastic, he thought grimly, but proceeded to steel himself to accept the possibility with reluctant grace. When his name was called out loud again, however, and this time with a hard edge, he frowned and quickly reconsidered the odds, deciding that hallucinations didn’t normally grow louder or fiercer as time went on. Besides…hallucinations didn’t tend to make Mercutio react, and as it was, he had already turned to face the opposite way, his massive tail thumping hard against Severus’ leg.

“Severus!”

There was something in the way his name was said that instinctively made him spin on his heel so fast that he nearly got whiplash. At first there wasn’t anything worth noting, but soon enough his eyes focussed beyond the crowd and he was met with the sight of a rather familiar blur of wild blonde hair and clenched teeth running towards him with all the speed and rage of a charging Erumpet…if said Erumpet was just over five feet and wore paint-stained overalls with their mother’s soiled red wellies (exactly the ones she usually wore when mucking about the garden and which he knew a fox had pissed on just days before).

His jaw seemed to unhinge, and he felt himself gaping in disbelief. Alarm flared hot and heavy in the pits of his stomach.

“Petunia…?!” Severus said with no small amount of trepidation. Between the possibility of being subjected to medication-induced hallucinations or his indignant older sister, he much preferred the former than the latter. Hell, death would be the preferred option to Petunia in a massive strop. His instincts screamed at him to run and find a dark corner to hide, but his trainers stayed firmly glued to the spot as he watched the figure approach.

Please don’t be her…please don’t be her, he found himself wishing, though he knew it was futile. The figure had already stopped in front of him, red-faced and breathless from the run, with the look of a creature possessed. Their chest heaved and their eyes flashed, and within the stuttering silence, there was a brief moment when Severus still held out the hope that this could all be a dream—

“You little…shit.”

A manicured nail poked him in the chest. Hard. Severus winced. Definitely (and unfortunately) not a hallucination then. Mercutio yipped again, happily. The traitor.

Severus held up his hands as though he was under arrest. Well, he technically was.

“Hang on—ow! Hang on, I can explain…” Raw fear made his words skitter and stumble past his teeth. His tongue had gone dry and suddenly wanted to make a home for itself on the roof of his mouth. “Listen, Toons, it’s not what you think—”

“No, no, no, you listen! Just what do you think you’re doing, Severus Tobias Evans?!” As though on cue, Petunia exploded, and Severus was suddenly awash in a tirade that rang and echoed across the station’s stone walls in a manner that would rival any well-placed Sonorous. “Do you know how worried I was?! I took my eyes off you for one hour and I came back to find your room empty with nothing but a cryptic note on your desk and the last redialed number on the phone one to a cab company leading here! It cost me sixty quid to get here, mind! Sixty! I’ve not washed my hair and I’m supposed to be revising for my exam! I only agreed to watch you for Mum and Dad since they said you were ill and not having lessons today. You’ve no business to be here. WHY ARE YOU HERE?”

Severus grimaced as Petunia shouted the final question, his ears burning something fierce. He hadn’t seen or heard her that furious in ages. The last time he could remember that she had exploded the same way was when he and Lily had been experimenting with their magic a year or so before they got their Hogwarts letters: they had ended up lopping the tip of Lily’s finger clean off and had attempted, quite unsuccessfully, to fix it themselves. Petunia had reached a similar volume then (possibly due to the amount of blood on the kitchen floor), but that one at least hadn’t been a public bollocking – she had calmed down enough by the time they had run over to Andi and Ted to ask for help, and had subsequently handed the reins off to the Tonkses for a second dressing-down; the memory of a particularly potent stinging hex against his palm wasn’t something Severus would soon forget.

This time it was different. They were out in the open and Lily wasn’t available for him to tag team with. If Lily had been there, she’d have likely covered for him so this entire situation wouldn’t even be happening. But as it stood, he now had to deal with an irate Petunia all on his own where strangers could ogle at them, and wasn’t that a treat?

“It isn’t what you think it is.” Severus forced himself to speak, although his voice was higher than he’d like. “It really isn’t.”

“Oh it isn’t? Because what I think is that you’re in heaps of trouble and that’s not even the whole of it.” Petunia spoke in a tone that eerily sounded like their mother’s and it made Severus’ skin crawl.“This really has to be the most idiotic thing you’ve done, Severus. Congratulations, you’ve exceeded expectations entirely with this act. What on earth could possibly justify your being here—”

She stopped mid-rant and Severus saw as she focused on the rucksack he was carrying, her eyes wide as they traveled up to his face. “Hang on, what is that?” She gasped, looking genuinely aghast. “Severus, are you running away?”

Severus groaned, resisting the urge to slap his forehead with his palm. Of course his sister would jump to that conclusion. “I just told you it isn’t what you think it is! I’m not running away.”

“Well, I don’t know what you want me to think given that we’re in a bloody train station and you’ve a bag with you! It’s not like I’ve caught you lollygagging at the corner store!”

“Toons, just—” He was getting equally frustrated and had to resist with his entire being from telling Petunia to just shut up for a bloody minute to make his ears stop ringing and from bringing them further embarrassment. God, he hoped none of the people around them knew who they were. “It really is going to be fine, just let me…” His words were starting to fail him again, and Severus clenched his fists at his sides. “Look. It’s only a daytrip, I promise. I’ll be back even before Mum and Dad get home, but you have to let me do this, Toons. Trust me.”

The shade of red Petunia’s face turned into wasn’t one he had ever seen on any living person before.

“Trust you—?! Severus, you’re thirteen! I can’t even trust you with a pocketbook of matches! And a daytrip? Are you mad?! Are you playing hookey just to go on holiday? Are you…” And this time, Petunia was mindful enough to look round and lower her voice before speaking the next sentence: “Are you going to Hogwarts, because I swear if you are—”

“What? No!” Severus frowned. “Why would I go to Hogwarts?” The first term for that year had barely started, and besides, he had already gotten approval to have several Advanced lessons that wouldn’t be taught to Lily and the rest of their class until later in the year. Apart from wanting to visit his sister, Hogwarts held very little appeal for him.

“How am I supposed to know what goes on in your head?” Petunia fumed. “Mum and Dad gave me specific instructions to keep an eye on you today because they said you were ill.” She peered closer at his face. “But you’re not, are you? You’re sneaking off to God knows where while they’re away!”

Severus felt himself flush. He hadn’t needed any of Lily’s Fever Fudge to fool his parents earlier that morning before they had left for their outing, but being called out on it now made him feel several levels of shame that he didn’t think he was capable of feeling. Petunia hadn’t even tried to see if he had a temperature; she had already cottoned on.

“Technically,” he muttered, “I am ill…with a chronic condition…”

“Oh, Severus!” Petunia exclaimed, and she really did sound like their Mum when she was at the end of her tether. It was freakishly uncanny. “How could you lie to them about this? Do you know how worried they constantly are about you? How I—” She stopped herself mid-sentence before consciously attempting to regain her composure. After a few uneven breaths, she leveled a glare at him.

“Right, you are going to explain now,” she ordered, her voice now deadly calm. “Or I’m phoning Mum and Dad, and you will be in so much trouble I doubt you’ll even be let out until you’re eighty.”

“You wouldn’t! That’s not fair!” Severus gasped. The worst possibility he’d considered in his plan was having his parents overly worry, causing them to stay behind. Careless as he was with many others’ feelings (his sisters sometimes included), his parents were the utmost exception and he took great care of theirs above all else, since he often despised how much they had to pause their own lives for his sake. The thought of his plan unraveling in such a way that it would make them cancel their holiday altogether made him sick to his stomach. Mum had even bought an entirely new wardrobe for it even though they were only going to be gone for the day. “They’ve been looking forward to this outing for months!”

“Well bully for you, I guess you should have stayed home like you were supposed to, then.” Petunia crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her head. “Talk,” she commanded.

Oh, Petunia was a tough nut to crack. If it came down to it, he knew she’d force the answers out of him somehow. Sometimes, Severus was glad his older sister wasn’t magical at all; he was sure she’d end up an Unspeakable, and the thought itself was enough to make him shudder.

“I really am not running away...” Severus said, and it took all his willpower to not allow his voice to tremble. He wasn't afraid, how could he be? Petunia was the height of a Christmas elf. But his knees felt weak all the same. And did his voice just break? Merlin. “Everything was all planned out. I put out a note just in case, but I wasn’t really expecting you or anyone else to find it.” He felt very much like a child as Petunia raised a razor-thin eyebrow at him (it looked so awful, why was this a fad? But both his sisters would kill him if he ever so much as breathed his opinion about them), but somehow managed to ramble on. “Anyway, I was going to go and be back before anyone could find out.”

“How could you think I wouldn’t check on you at any point?” Petunia looked deeply unimpressed which, honestly, was her default expression, but this time it seemed more pointed. “I would have had to make sure you hadn’t died before Mum and Dad came home…” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Severus, did you ward your room?”

Bleeding buggering hell, his sister should have really just joined the police force. An economics degree or whatever it was she was in uni for would be far too dull for her. Having Petunia as a copper would lower the crime rate in Britain to single digits, he reckoned. Between him and Lily, she had already garnered enough practice.

As in that moment, when the stilted silence between them already gave her the confirmation she needed.

“Severus Tobias Evans!” Petunia thundered, anger flooding her features once more. “How could you do such a reckless thing! You know Mum and Dad specifically told you to not put any kind of ward or charm on your room…it’s not safe!”

This time it was Severus’ turn to glare. Although he knew his family’s rules and their protectiveness always meant well, he couldn’t help but feel suffocated when they insisted on his safety as though he was made of spun glass.

“It was just the one time and you broke through well enough!” He said hotly. “That shouldn’t have even been possible with the Notice-Me-Not up!”

He was equally annoyed and perplexed at having been caught, especially knowing that it was due to Petunia being unaffected by the charm enough to enter his room. His sister was notoriously averse to magic, and simple charms usually worked on her effortlessly. To his surprise, Petunia scoffed at his statement. She raised her wrist and showed the bright green bracelet clasped around it. The same bracelets their parents wore, all of which were in the same fluorescent color as Mercutio’s enchanted emergency collar. Severus groaned, recognizing it right away.

“You’re bloody joking! How do you have one?” Part of him wanted to throw a tantrum, as pointless as it was. The bracelet would make Petunia the third person to have the ability to know of his general well-being whether he wanted them to or not. The very thought made him want to snap it off and chuck it into the Thames. “St. Mungo’s said it was only for parents and guardians!”

“I asked, and they gave me one when I came of age,” Petunia said snootily. “Your little tricks don’t work when your safety is concerned. The bracelet started growing warm all of a sudden this morning and I knew you were up to something. Now here I am, and my toast has been abandoned and is growing cold in the kitchen as we speak.”

“You were supposed to be revising for exams. I checked your timetable and everything and Mum had left me sandwiches in my room so you wouldn’t need to bother.” Severus was fuming. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Don’t even think of giving me lip,” Petunia snapped at him with a warning tone that instantly made him internally recoil, although he continued to glare at her. “And of course you went through my things even though I’ve told you a million times not to! And…hang on…if you bunked off your tutors today then even Andi doesn’t know your little scheme, whatever it is. She wouldn’t have expected you at her house today for lessons.”

It was more a statement than a question and Severus flinched. He had been avoiding trying to think of what Andi would do to him once – if – she found out.

“It would have been fine…” he said as he unconsciously rubbed his palm where Andi’s stinging hex had last been cast.

“Oh fine, he says!” Petunia’s sudden outburst earned them a few startled glances. “This is not fine, Severus, if you still haven’t noticed. You’ve told no one? Are you daft? If anything happened to you whilst you were out…we wouldn’t even know where to start!”

“I was only going to be gone for a couple of hours.” Severus couldn’t understand what she was so worked up about. In his mind, his plan made perfect sense. “I’ve been gone for longer to the library.”

“You’re comparing this to a trip the library, really? Have you utterly lost all sense? Do you truly not understand the danger…?!” At Severus’ defiant expression, Petunia groaned. “Seriously, I am going to end up tearing my hair out…what if you had gotten kidnapped? Mugged? What if you had become seriously ill at any point?”

Her eyes flashed at the words, although he needed no cues, verbal or otherwise, to understand what it was she was referring to. He crossed his own arms, mirroring his sister’s defensive pose.

“I wouldn’t have,” he said with full confidence. “But even if I had a fit, it would be fine. I’ve been taking my po—medicines, and Mercutio’s here—”

“Mercutio wouldn’t have been able to protect the people with you, you absolute numpty!” This time, Petunia didn’t look angry but terrified. “Did you not consider that in your grand plan? Mercutio could get you to hospital but someone apart from you could get seriously hurt with your…abilities…and then where will we all be? I don’t fancy being in prison—in either world! Mum and Dad either, mind!”

Severus felt the blood drain from his face at her words. The image of a train suddenly exploding mid-track and people losing assorted limbs due to his accidental magic ran unbidden through his mind’s eye and made him wince. It was true that he had only considered what would happen to him if he had gotten a fit at any point during the trip; he had forgotten about its effects on other people entirely. His family and the Tonkses and his tutors always seemed to know what to do…but he hadn’t planned on them being with him, had he?

Suddenly, Petunia being so spitting angry no longer seemed as ridiculous given that perspective.

Merlin’s bloody bollocks, he was a knob.

“I…” he licked his lips. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean…Look. Toons.” He attempted to placate his sister by being entirely upfront. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”

“That much is obvious.” Petunia snapped, before releasing what sounded like a pent-up sigh. She took a long pause before she reached for his hand. Her fingers were cold as she squeezed his.

“Listen, Severus, you honestly frightened me to death. Now…I won’t tell Mum and Dad, but let’s just go home, all right? Let this be the end of the adventure. We’ll forget about this and maybe I won’t use it as leverage against you in the future. All right? Let's just go.”

She tugged him in the direction of the exits, but he resolutely stayed put. Grateful as he was for his sister’s reprieve (a rare treat as far as he was concerned), he knew he couldn’t go. This had taken months of planning and he had already come so far.

“No,” he shook off Petunia’s hold. “No, I’m sorry, I can’t. I have to go today. It’s my only chance.”

“To do what?” Petunia, bless her, looked as though he’d hit her with an extremely powerful Confundus but was expending all her energy to fight it off. She pressed her palms against her eyes. “Go where? Severus, are you actually delirious? I don’t understand—”

“Cokeworth.”

“WHAT?” Petunia dropped her hands to gawk at him, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head. Her lips moved almost involuntarily although no further sounds came out. When her vocal chords seemed to have caught up with her, it was for high-pitched hissing and sputtering, making her sound rather like an anaphylactic snake, or an irate tea kettle.

“I’m sorry, you were planning to go where? The Midlands? NOW?”

“Yes.” Severus fished around in his pocket and produced the tickets he’d already bought. He’d saved his pocket money for weeks for this trip, and he’d even had to do some odd jobs around the house and for some of the neighbours. “The train is leaving in half an hour. You can go home and wait for me there, or just wait for me to come back here. But either way…I’m going.” He licked his lips nervously. He’d never stood up to Petunia this determinedly before and he was terrified of the possible consequences (Petunia could be quite vengeful, even for the pettiest things) but he didn’t want to mull over it now. Thankfully she seemed too distracted by the current circumstances to even ponder on future punishments.

“Are you even allowed to go?! As a child?? With a dog?? The police are going to be notified!”

It was a valid concern, but one that Severus had already covered. “I’m thirteen, it’s allowed, I checked,” he said, by means of explanation. He pulled Mercutio closer to him, who happily nuzzled his face into his hip. “Mercutio too. We’re not going to make trouble so there won’t be any reason for the police to come.”

This time, Petunia really did look as though she was about to murder him, and Severus was glad they were surrounded by people on all sides. She threw him a pointed glare before shifting her attentions to the clock on the wall, then the signboard, then her (well, their mother’s) shoes in movements so rapid Severus was wondering how it didn’t hurt her neck. It was a long minute before she started muttering a string of curse words that he was sure would have earned her a mouthful of soap if Mum had heard her.

“Bloody hell, I’m not even wearing socks.” Petunia whined as she tugged at the ends of her hair. “And…what am I wearing…fuck fuck fuck. I look properly mad.”

“Just stay here then…do a bit of shopping,” Severus offered, hoping his sister would take the bait. Petunia was as vain as the day was long, and he was sure the prospect of her getting a new wardrobe in case she met any of her many exes on the street was more enticing than tagging along with him to their old hometown while wearing mismatched clothing. “I’ll keep mum about the bills to Mum and Dad. And there’s…ah…a makeup store down the street, I think. I won’t be gone long—"

He made to already turn and walk away but was held fast by a tight grip on his collar. He yelped and when he looked up and there was only familiar determination in Petunia’s eyes, one he would normally associate with tyrannical despots or Andromeda Tonks whenever she requested audience with Headmaster Dumbledore for his ever-changing homeschooling curriculum.

“Right, you little miscreant. Listen here and listen well.” Petunia held him in place with an iron grip to his shoulder, bending a little so she could hiss straight at his face. All previous traces of amicability had been wiped away from her features. “Since you obviously won’t be dissuaded from your insane plan, I have no other choice but to fall in line with it. But let it not be said that I agreed with this! No, not at all! Because the second, and I swear, the second anything goes wrong, Severus Evans, I am taking you back home, kicking, crying and/or screaming, and Mum and Dad are going to hear all of it, you understand?”

“Hang on, you mean you’re coming?” It was Severus’ turn to sputter in shock. He had not, in the thousands of possibilities considered in his plan, anticipated either of his sisters coming with him. Lily had of course been removed from the equation at the onset, but Petunia, of all people?! No amount of Divination could have predicted this sorry lot. Forget the exploding train, there was going to be blood on their seats before they could even leave Kings Cross.

“But…your exam!” He finished lamely, his brain unable to think of any other valid excuse that could keep his sister in London.

“Sod the exam. I’m not going to fail that class. But Mum and Dad will have my head if I let you go off alone and something happens to you.” Petunia had a dangerous gleam in her eye. “You will owe me for a thousand years for this, whether or not we get out of this unscathed. Now come on. Let’s get this over and done with. I need to buy a ticket.”

Dumbfounded, Severus followed his sister as she stalked towards the ticketing booth, wild hair, dirty wellies, and all.

Merlin’s pants, what had he gotten himself into?

The train that would be taking them back to the Midlands (back home, a voice in his head said experimentally, but his stomach clenched painfully at the words) was nothing like the Hogwarts train. The Midland Mainline train was long and boxy, painted a dull green all throughout and covered liberally in a speckled coating of soot. Severus caught Petunia’s sneer when she first laid eyes on it, and she had automatically held out a hand as though to keep him back. Severus rolled his eyes before grasping her wrist and pulling her forward, ignoring the squeak that left his sister’s mouth as soon as they crossed from the platform to enter the compartment. He led them both to their seats, Mercutio at a leisurely pace beside them. It wasn’t a peak hour, thank Merlin, so locating their spot was simple enough, and he and Petunia both settled in rather quickly.

“How long was it again?” Petunia had chosen the seat adjacent from his, so he had full view of her sour expression.

“Two hours.”

A groan then a loud thump as she leaned hard against the window. “Bloody hell.”

“Shouldn’t you remember?” Severus barely remembered his life in Cokeworth but had counted that more as a boon than anything. He realized that although he had asked his parents more than once about their previous lives there, he had never thought to ask his sister. Trying to remember himself was a bit like wading through scenes being played on moth-eaten video tapes. “You were old enough when we moved, weren’t you?”

Petunia threw him a withering look. “We had a car, Severus, if you don’t remember being squished to within an inch of our lives at the back. We never took the—what the hell are you doing?”

Severus looked up from the small mountain of items that he had dumped from his rucksack onto the foldaway vinyl table that sat between them.

“Precautions,” he said, waving his sunglasses at her before putting them on. Even from behind the dark lenses, he saw as Petunia considerably paled at his response.

“You said you had taken your…your medicine.” Petunia’s wariness about magic extended to even their terms, and referring to his medication as potions was not something she could do even on a good day. At the moment, she looked as though she completely regretted being in an enclosed space with him; she looked fit to bolt. “Do you feel a fit coming on now? And don’t even think about lying!”

“Oh, will you relax,” Severus chided her as he untangled his headphones before putting them on his head. “I told you; I took my medicine already. This is just to…not tempt fate so to speak.” Pet Shop Boys on low was somehow effective at keeping fits at bay, and he had bought several CD sleeves with him in case.

“Severus…see here.” Petunia rapped at the tabletop, causing him to raise an eyebrow at her. “Swear to me.”

“What?”

“Swear to me that the second you start to feel something off, you’re telling me and we’re getting off this train. I don’t know how exactly, but we’re getting off.”

Severus rolled his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time. “Toons, we’ve barely made it out of London…”

“I don’t care. Swear it, Severus!”

“Fine, yes, I promise to tell you,” Severus grumbled.

“Also I’m calling the shots. When I tell you we’re going, we’re going. There will be no ifs and buts, I am responsible for you during this trip and so help me, if you fight me, you are going to sorely regret it.”

Her directives made him clench his teeth, but there really was little he could do. Petunia’s presence already granted her default authority, and though Severus was loathe to do so, he knew agreeing to the path of least resistance was the most efficient way of getting through the trip with his sanity intact at the end. He could plot his revenge later.

“Fine,” he fought the urge to stick out his tongue, “but I don’t have to like it.”

“Good.” Petunia sat back in her seat, looking just a smidge bit relieved. “All we have to do is ride this out and hope your brain is calm enough the entire time.”

“I’ve told you though, the potions—” Severus stopped when Petunia hissed loudly, and begrudgingly corrected himself, “I mean, the medicine…it’s working this time around, believe it or not.”

“Working in what sense?” Petunia’s lips pursed. “It never does, or else Mum and Dad would have been crying in relief.”

“This batch works well enough. No fits so far while I’ve been on it, and it’s already been a fortnight.”

Petunia frowned skeptically. “But…? There’s always a ‘but’.”

Severus sighed. They had been battling his condition collectively for so long that none of them ever accepted any easy answers; doubt and anxiety always shadowed any sort of hope.

“There are some side effects. I didn’t really lie about being ill. The medicine makes me ill, but it’s just…fevers and headaches. Usually late in the afternoon then it lasts until early morning the next day.”

Petunia groaned. “You sod. And this is part of your plan too, I suppose? You’d taken into account that you’d be gallivanting off in the morning to the Midlands and coming back into London later in the day with a raging fever, is that it?”

“It’s hardly raging; it’s more annoying than anything.”He had debated not telling Petunia about the symptoms but had already learned from experience that it wasn’t wise. Besides, she already had the medi-bracelet from St. Mungo’s; she would know at any rate. “And a fever is child’s play. I’d take that over having a fit any day.”

“It’s hardly healthy to be getting those every day, Severus.”

Severus shrugged as he sucked on a Fruit Polo. The train was wobbling a bit even at the speed it was going, and it was already giving him a bit of a headache. “Well, if you’ve noticed, I’m not exactly the poster boy of health anyway.” He would have scrapped the entire plan if the new potions mix had had a worse effect, but since it hadn’t, the point was moot. He just had to do his utmost best to not be triggered into a fit which was, quite honestly, easier said than done, but Dad always quoted about boats being in harbors and their not being made for that, so Severus figured this was something along those lines. “I can take it. I know my limits.”

“Oh, please.” Petunia scoffed, but said nothing more on the matter. She glared stormily out the window as the train sped past Greater London, as if the view was a personal affront. “This is insanity,” he heard her mutter to herself.

Her eyes flitted across the aisle to the other seats of the train, and Severus knew she was imagining the worst-case scenario and figuring out an exit strategy (or several). Petunia had always been a bundle of nerves and paranoia, and it had only seemed to grow worse as they got older. He watched as her fingers knotted and unknotted themselves on the table before they were clasped against the sides of her head.

“Ugh, I can’t believe we’re doing this. Mum and Dad are going to kill me.” She groaned into the tabletop, and Severus wrinkled his nose in disgust. “I am going to kill you.”

Severus scoffed. “I’m sure if you wait long enough, the epilepsy will do it for you. That way, you don’t have to get your hands dirty—what?” He was startled as Petunia gasped, lifting her head so suddenly that it nearly sent her toppling backwards into her seat. “What?”

“That isn’t funny! Severus, you mustn’t say things like that!” She had paled so much her freckles stood out in contrast. “Take that back!”

“Oh, so you can threaten me but I can’t say the truth? It is funny. Dad calls it gallows humour.” He left out the bit where Dad didn’t like him making jokes about his illness either, but he didn’t often tell Severus off for it. “You just said it yourself: it’s hardly healthy to be ill this much. And at some point you’re going to have to accept—”

“Oh, just shut it,” Petunia snapped, and this time, there was real heat in her words. “Shut up right now. We’re not discussing this, not now, not ever.”

“What? You were the one who started—”

“Shut it, Severus!”

Severus bristled at being scolded and dismissed. It had been a while since he’d been alone with Petunia in such close quarters, and he’d forgotten how maddening it could be. While both his sisters had the habit of yo-yoing through emotional extremes, Petunia’s mood swings carried with her the weight of her authority as oldest and made it near impossible to defy her lest she follow through on any hidden or implied threats. Plus she could be downright nasty without trying.

“I didn’t ask you to come along,” Severus said. He felt so cross with his sister at that moment that felt compelled to goad her into an argument, consequences be damned. “You decided that all on your own, so don’t take it out on me. I didn’t want you here.”

“Well that makes two of us,” Petunia glared at him. “This isn’t exactly how I pictured my free day would be.”

“You can leave anytime, you know. The next station is in twenty minutes.”

“And that’s how we solve this, you reckon? I don’t have a choice, Severus!”

“Yes, you do because I don’t want you here! Look, I’ll pay you to go back.”

“Are you being serious right now? You realise I can put a stop to this merry jaunt of ours in a snap if you push me to it?”

“Do it then,” Severus was tired of her holding her authority over him. This trip shouldn’t have been that difficult but with Petunia there it was starting to feel like pulling teeth. “Do it already. You keep threatening to so just do it. I don’t care. I don’t.”

Somehow, he was close to tears although he couldn’t understand why. His head felt hot and heavy and his eyes stung. Petunia looked at him incredulously.

“The only reason I’m here,” she said slowly, “is I know…I can see how much this means to you. I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. But even without your condition, you’re still only thirteen. I don’t care how grown-up or invincible you think you are. You aren’t going across the country alone with only your service dog for company.”

Severus’ face burned. “You think I’m too weak.”

“I think you’re a child.” Petunia said exasperatedly. “A rather reckless and stupid one, I might add.”

“You realize you being here with me makes you rather reckless and stupid too? You’re in as much danger being here with me than if you’d just stayed behind.”

“Yes, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take! That’s my business, not yours. Besides, there’s no way I could have made any other decision.”

“Why? You clearly have more important things to do and I’m always bothering you and everyone else. I would’ve thought you’d have liked a day off to yourself without being shackled into taking care of someone else—”

“You’re not ‘someone else’, you’re my brother, you idiot, and I’m not leaving you alone!”

The statement halted their argument in its tracks. Severus had already been close to being properly angry but found that he couldn’t think of a rebuttal to Petunia’s claim. He shut his mouth with a snap of his teeth and glared at his sister instead. Their small corner was quickly plunged into a filled silence and for a moment, they stared at each other, unyielding, but then Petunia’s gaze softened, and she sighed.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you an idiot. But you are a child, literally, and that’s not something you can use as a defensive argument. You are also being an utter pain in the arse right now but that’s also because you’re my little brother and that’s part of your job description. Now, look…I really don’t want to argue on a train of all places. Let’s just agree that this entire situation is mad and be done with it. We’ve already paid for the bloody tickets so we should at least see it through.”

Severus glowered, not wanting her to get the last word in. “You’re being a right tit too and I hadn’t even wanted you here.”

Petunia nodded sagely. “Touche.”

She held out her hand for a Fruit Polo and Severus grudgingly gave her one. It was as good a peace offering as any. They sat and sucked on their sweets in silence for a long while, listening to the clacking and rumbling of the train on the tracks and each other’s slowing breathing. It was just calm enough to lull him into a stupor, which felt rather nice, given that his headache had persisted throughout their fight and had steadily grown to a dull throb.

“Why are you doing this anyway?” Petunia’s voice floated over to him in the haze. “Why go back to Cokeworth at all? Didn’t we already do well leaving all that behind?”

Severus opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them. He frowned at being caught off-guard. “I’m not playing Twenty Questions.”

“It’s a simple enough question seeing as we’ve already had a hundred arguments and I’ve already lost at least a hundred quid to this madness.” Petunia’s words were harsh, but her tone was mild. She wasn’t picking a fight; she was genuinely curious. “We’ve not even been back in Cokeworth since we left and now, all of a sudden, you skip your beloved lessons and lie to our parents in a fit of inspiration? The least you can do is tell me why.”

Severus bit his lip, unsure of his desire to share any more than he had to. His chest felt tight around the memory of the day he saw Tobias, larger than life but washed out and faded, standing on the street where they lived. It was his closest-guarded secret and one he hadn’t even breathed a mention of to anyone, not even to Lily. The conversation he’d had with him hadn’t even lasted five minutes, but Severus recounted it almost obsessively, picking through his father’s words and expressions, the small movements of his hands and the slump of his shoulders. He’d known then that he had to go back to Cokeworth, but the exact reasons were lost even to him.

“Ghosts,” he said simply, and Petunia frowned.

“Ghosts,” she repeated. She studied his face, worry pinching her features. “Severus…” and now her voice was gentle, “…did something happen?”

“No.” Severus said, the lie rolling easily from his tongue.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” Severus breathed. “I just need to see it again, I think.”

Petunia’s face took on a strange expression. “Listen, I know we hardly talk about it but you have to know that it may not be what you expect or remember. I just want you to realise that. You were very young…and things…things were very very different.”

“I know,” Severus had already considered the possibility that what his glitchy memories could recall was far from reality, and the few photos they had at home didn’t really do it justice, “but it’s still worth seeing for myself.”

Petunia looked unconvinced, in fact she looked ready to put a stop to the trip once and for all, but she didn’t. She crossed her arms again unhappily but leaned further back in her seat as though in resignation.

“We’ll stay an hour and a half at the most. And we’re getting lunch first. You’ve gone all pale so I don’t care what you say, you’re drinking your second set of medicines where I can see you. Any arguments and I’m taking all of us back. I don’t care if we would have to get a cab all the way back to London. Clear?”

Severus gave her a grateful nod, glad to obey her orders for once. Bossy as she was, having Petunia there meant that he wasn’t required to think of the menial things, which was nice. He also realised that as badly as he had wanted to go back to Cokeworth, he also didn’t want to dwell too much on the matter. The memory of town itself felt like an old wound that still ached when touched or jostled, and he didn’t really want to figure out why that was until he had to, until he was there. If he had been alone, he wouldn’t have been able to help himself from picking at it his thoughts until they rattled about his head, unanswered. It would have eventually driven him mad. Arguing with Petunia and generally having her there had quieted them down somewhat, and for that he was relieved.

“Right, I’m just going to ignore you for the next hour then. I’m knackered and I don’t want another fight. Count sheep in the meadow and don’t bother me unless it’s an emergency.”

Not that he would have ever told her though.

“Crystal,” Severus said, before rolling over in his seat and shutting his eyes, soothed by the rhythmic clacking that surrounded them and warm in the knowledge that he wasn’t alone.

tbc

the story about tobias' unexpected visit to severus is here.

#my fic #evans!severus #au #snape #hp

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brightside-of-the-upsidedown · 7 months ago

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Baby, I Got Sick This Morning

Chapter 10 I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses (For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails)

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Harringroveson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Word Count: 56,393

Status: On Going

Chapter Summary: Our boys take a break, Steve gets some rest, there is talking and- not talking. Beware Teddy Bears, for they are fierce ❤

Chapter Notes: Yes, sorry for the late update. Health has been dragging me down and I've stayed busy with work on top of it. But I hope this chapter finds you all well!

Thank you to my partner for his support and to my amazing beta, Leti, who could use all the love right now ❤ go read and support her fics on @leticheecopae! Tell her Harle sent you ❤

The next update may take 2 to 4 weeks, hopefully not that long but I like to let people know what to expect as I'm writing as I go.

Thank you all for hanging in there with me ❤ your support means a lot!

Story Summary: Steve is dying, but what hurts the most is watching how it's affecting his family, his friends, everyone around him.

Nothing seems to be helping - not his community rallying around him, not magic itself, and not the devoted attention of Eddie Munson. Eddie is a rock and a hurricane in Steve's life. Steve might also be a little bit in love with him.

Then, one day when all other options run out, Eddie introduces him to one Billy Hargrove, and Steve's already-screwed-up life might be taking a turn. But is it for the better or for the more dangerous?

Notes: not all of Steve's chronic issues will be healed. He will always have some disabilities because I ain't about about that 'cure all' shit. They're just saving his life here.

As for the magical pregnancy: it will be in the sequel, so you'll be able to read this as a stand alone if it's a squick for you. I gotchu buddies ❤

Tags: Terminal Illnesses, Chronic Illness, Fantasy, What If Stranger Things Was More Like Buffy The Vampire Slayer?, Magic Shit, Mentioned Malpractice, Magic Practice, Magical Healing Cock, Future Magical Pregnancy? It's all complicated and Fairy Tale Rumplestiltskin bullshit, Magical Creatures, Demodogs are Hellhounds, Steve is bad sick from an injury, head injuries, Head Injury, Past Torture, Past Relationship(s), past Stancy, Tinnitus, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Chrissy lived and is living her best life somewhere, mention of cults, Steve's having a bad time but it improves, Steve Needs a Hug, he's gonna get one and more, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve with long hair, I'm running out of ideas for tags so I'll add more later, please suggest tags if you like, slow updates but please comment it helps so much

#harle hums #harringroveson #metalsandwich #stranger things #steve harrington #harringrove #eddie munson #billy hargrove #steddie

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klausysworld · 2 years ago

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Hi! Could you do Klaus x reader based on song - "July" by Noah Cyrus? With happy/fluffy end after angst? Thx for your time, have a nice day/night! 🖤

July (Noah Cyrus)

~pt 2

I’ve been holding my breath

I’ve been counting to ten

Over something you said

You sat in your shared room tears streaming down your face, sobs shaking your body as you scrubbed at your face and washed the once perfectly done makeup down the sink

I’ve been holding back tears

While you’re throwing back beers

I’m alone in bed

Your body was curled into a ball as you attempted to stay silent while he stumbled into the room, the smell of alcohol drifted throughout the room as a silent tear slipped from past your eye

You know I, I’m afraid of change

Guess that’s why we stay the same

you woke the next day in klaus’s big arms, the scent of bourbon still lingered in the air but you simply turned in his hold and he held you tighter in his sleep, the cruel words he screamed at you just the night before were pushed to the back of your head as you focused on the warm feeling you felt in your heart when he would pull you to his chest.

So tell me to leave

I’ll pack my bags, get on the road

Find someone who loves you

Better than i do, darling, I know

the thought of Klaus, your lover, with that stupidly gorgeous blond hanging off his arm had you stood with your duffle bag of clothes in one hand and your phone in the other as you arranged to go to your cousins for a while

‘Cause you remind me every day

I’m not enough, but i still stay

on your way to say goodbye to the one who held your heart you head him speak

“it’s not my fault they aren’t enough for me anymore Rebekah, i simply want more out of this immortal life”

your heart shattered and although something inside you still screamed to stay you just couldn’t, not anymore

Feels like a lifetime

Just trying to get by while we're dying inside

I've done a lot of things wrong

Loving you being one

But I can't move on

staying in your families home felt empty, every little thing made you think of Klaus. The cold hollow feeling made your body ache but tears never made it past your glossy eyes while your heart screamed for the one you love

You know I, I'm afraid of change

Guess that's why we stay the same

A knock echoed through the house as you dragged yourself to answer the door and opened it to see the man himself. Klaus stood looking the worst you had ever seen him, you knew you looked awful as well as you both took it one another’s presence

So tell me to leave

I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Find someone that loves you

Better than I do, darling, I know

'Cause you remind me every day

I'm not enough, but I still stay

klaus let you see him openly cry as he hesitantly stepped forward and pulled you into his grasp and you let him.

“If you want me to leave

Then tell me to leave and baby I’ll go”

he whispered through his shaky breathing as he held you as tight as he could, head in your neck and a hand in your hair

“You remind me every day

I'm not enough, but I still stay”

he nodded his head and kissed the temple of your head

“not anymore, never again i promise, i swear on my life okay? please, just one more chance, please I’m gonna be so good to you, i’m going to do every little thing to prove to you that i love more than i have and will ever love anyone ever. i don’t want anyone else ever, please, i need you in my life”

“this can’t happen again Nik…”

“never. i love you so so much”

“i love you too”

he let out a sob and pressed his lips to yours, he tasted of coffee and a little like mint, no longer like scotch or bourbon. He smelled like the woods, a little like dark chocolate and soap, no longer like alcohol or cheap perfume.

everything was going to be fine. it was going to get better and you would be happy with the man, the hybrid that you love.

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6okuto · 1 year ago

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could you do more Mhin headcanons? The first ones you made were great!

MHIN HCS 2

gn!reader | wehehe :3

keeps the window a little open when it rains to hear it better

they don't keep many things out in the open but they do keep all the gifts / cards you get them somewhere... just can't bring themself to throw them out. whether it just says happy birthday! or it's a long heartfelt letter, they'll find themself pulling it out to see it later in the evening for a few days

buys snacks just for you and tells you they happened to get extra so you should just take some. or that there was a sale so they might as well have bought it. or that it's a thank you for some small thing you did a few days ago

not sure if it'll be an option in the actual game (maybe probably will be) but mhin wouldn't trust you offering to help without asking for something in return. takes a While,, something big to realize you're serious. a situation where helping them would risk way more than any logical person would risk

scene where mhin is offered what they want with the cost being You and they say no. the crowd cheers i fall to my knees

is their hair natural or dyed or what. who's to say. dyeing their hair together yaaay!!

not awesome with comfort (or being trusted with vulnerability in general) but doing their best. there's (what they feel is) one too many beats of silence where they can't figure out what to say. they purse their lips and furrow their brows, staring anywhere but you. their comfort comes with pauses in between phrases, trying to find the words that explain how they feel properly. it's…direct? but genuine all the same. "you're being too harsh on yourself." "there's no point in dwelling on it now. it'll only make you feel worse." "fuck them." < not comfort I Guess but i do want to see mhin straight up just say Fuck that guy and complain about people even more

will Not watch a movie opening night unless you physically drag them over there or pay them. like who knows how many/what kind of annoying people will be in the audience.

they also don't like malls. get them out of there. please. they scrunch up their nose whenever they walk past a lush (me fr)

mhin looks like one of those people that just knows random facts. i've never been one of those people so i can't give you a good example but you'll ask something, not actually expecting an answer, and they'll just,, know.

modern au university student mhin who knows all the good study spots that are Actually quiet and comfortable and not the library third floor that's always full. very specific spots in buildings you've never found yourself in and you promise not to tell anyone else about it for Both your sakes

nosy about drama. mhin might pretend they don't care about these people you're talking about because they don't even know what they look like but What do you mean they said that to you? What the fuck happened 3 years ago? what are you guys talking about? you can see them reacting from the corner of your eye even if they don't say anything

you guys remember that felix cg where you're hiding in escell's study or wherever. that. imagine. but in the senobium. let's think for a moment

moving mhin's bangs so you can kiss their forehead.... the intimacy of tying their hair for them.... pushing strands out of their face.... the way they freeze the first few times you do it but don't move away. they hope you don't notice the goosebumps on their neck or how they lean into your touch while you play with their hair. you do. but y'know

they get teased a lot because people find their reactions amusing (my bad) but it means when you genuinely compliment (or defend) them, it's all the more meaningful

#touchstarved #mhin x reader #touchstarved game

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oddballwriter · 1 year ago

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Stacy's Mom, Part 2

Summary: Following Marc asking you out on a date in exchange for him hosting so many sleepovers for both of your daughters and mowing your lawn, you meet for lunch at a restaurant and share your stories and talk about other things, finding that you two really get along.

Warnings: SingleDad!Marc and SingleMom!reader. She/her reader. Reader is divorced and Marc raised Rayna (his daughter) alone. Some reference to Marc's past with some parts skipped over and added non-canon stuff (Rayna's adoption). Marc doesn't have D.I.D. in this but it's mentioned that he had/has some issues with his mental health from his past.

Author’s Snip: This was the second in line in my poll for what I should write so here y'all go. I had some people requesting a part two so here you go. Just as an FYI, I will not do a part three, I just wanted to write this because it was wanted and the idea struck me.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,012

You checked yourself in the mirror, making sure that your hair looked nice and your make-up was cleanly done. Double-guessing your outfit.

Was it too casual? Was it not casual enough?

No, it's fine. This isn't a business lunch. This is a date lunch. A date lunch with the very handsome Marc Spector. The date proposal was a bit sudden to you. One day you finally meet him in person for the first time, the next he's over at your house mowing your lawn and backyard, and now you have a date with him in about an hour.

While driving in your car to the restaurant you found that you were stricken with a bit of the nerves. It had been so long since you had been on a date. A very long time actually. You hadn't dated anyone since you and your former husband, Stacy's father, divorced. You settled that you were just too busy with work and taking care of Stacy that you simply didn't have time to get out there again.

Well, maybe you're still not trying to get out there. After all, this was more of a payment, a means to show gratitude and get to know Marc better since it would be nice to be familiar with the father of your child's best friend. But, things always happen when you least expect them. So who knows.

Upon getting there with a couple minutes to spare you find Marc in the front already waiting for you. He gives you a warm smile and greeting and heads inside with you to which you get seated at a table.

"You look nice, today." he compliments. You thank him and respond with "You don't look so bad yourself.".

After ordering, you two spend the first couple of moments as you wait for your food talking about yourselves. You explain your job and your many business trips and he explains his. As it turns out, Marc is a writer for an archeology-based news website. But Marc sprung up a new topic.

"Why did you stay working? Not to sound rude or anything. I just find that most parents leave behind working to take care of the kids." Marc clarified. You sigh, it was a bit of a long and somewhat personal answer, but you felt like you could lay it out to Marc. "If I'm being honest, my former husband's job... well, it was an okay job with good pay but my job, which I had before him, paid more and our new life was dependent on that money so I kept it." you explain. Marc nodded, "I get it. Nice house in a good neighborhood and block. It's a picturesque place to live and raise a child.".

"Exactly," you exclaim, "But Dan, my former husband, he found that my job was keeping us apart and other factors that were there like the spark dying out just made it clear that maybe we were fine going our separate ways." you explain with a sigh. "I'm sorry to hear that." Marc replies. You look at him with a soft smile, "Oh, don't be sorry. Things like that just happen to some people. It was a bit sudden, sure, but I guess we both weren't homebodies." you add.

"That must still be a bit rough on you? A single mother and a working woman." Marc sympathizes. "I've gotten the hang of it. Maybe I'm a bit worried for Stacy's sake when she's alone but she has you and Rayna now. Plus her dad is still in her life and we're on good terms." you say.

Marc nods, glad that you're doing just fine. But then you turn the attention towards him. "How about you. What's your story, if you don't mind sharing it?" you ask.

"Oh, well... it's a bit of a story. One that goes a bit longer." Marc explains. You look at him with that same soft smile, "I'm all ears if you want to talk about it.". Marc takes a breath.

"I had a... complicated childhood, to say the least. When I became an adult I went off to join the military but I had some mental health issues, so they let me go. Then I became a mercenary, but that also didn't turn out to be right for me either so I left that. After that, I was just kind of a wandering soul." Marc explains before continuing. "But then something just kind of came over me where I just wanted to be a dad. I don't really know where the hell it came from but it was there and so I got the job I have now, climbed up to get a stable wage, and looked into adoption. Then I took in and adopted Rayna when she was young." Marc explains till he reaches the end and just shrugs, "And now we're here." he concludes.

You look on listening in awe. "Wow. You really are a great man." you praise. Marc blushes a bit and smiles "Well, what can I say? I guess I just needed someone to take care of so that I could have some actual structure in my life for once.". Marc laughs a bit, "You know, she's a handful sometimes, especially with her being a tweenager and starting to get into all the latest things." Marc comments. You roll your eyes thinking about that with Stacy, "Tell me about it. I've lost count of all the things that were in fashion and then fell out of fashion soon after." you groan.

You laugh at all the things you've heard and seen with your daughters. Followed by things when you two were younger. Followed by this, and that, and other things even while eating lunch just enjoying talking and laughing. By the time you ran out of things to talk about, the waiter came to ask if you wanted the bill, making you realize that time flew right past the two of you.

"I had a great time." you comment.

Marc smiles back "So did I.".

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #singlemom!reader #singleparent!reader #singledad!marc spector

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nyaniikat · 2 years ago

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Hot fucking day

Male reader

Fem aligned DNI

Masterlist

I may make a part 2 aaa

This took so long because my brain is fried from studies

•---------•

The heat from the sun was really getting to the both of you. Katsuki kept walking around wiping the pools amount of sweat coming from his body. His body being sweaty was hot to you but good god you really wanted to kill the sun today. The AC was broken so you were both waiting for the repairman to come by to fix it.

"NGAAAAHH IM GONNA GO PATROL"

"Eh? But isn't it your day off today?"

"I KNOW BUT I CAN'T FUCKING SIT STILL WITH THE DAMN SUN BEING A PIECE OF SHIT"

"Alright alright I'm coming with you though just in case you explode in some random person's face."

Katsuki- or well Dynamite was blasting away in the sky, you on the other hand, following him on the ground keeping an eye out for any suspicious fellows. Turns out it was a good idea for the both of you to go out for patrol, apparently, there have been some villains running and there weren't any nearby heroes around the area.

You put your hand up to your earpiece

"Dynamite! I've spotted two of the five villains from the robbery! They're heading inside a van possibly with the rest of the goods, other people might be in there so be careful!"

"Got that, you move out any civilians that are going to get in my way."

You suddenly see Dynamite zoom past you going after the van whilst you, on the other hand, moved all the nearby civilians out of the way in case the villains decide to take any as hostages. You really didn't feel like negotiating over people today but thankfully you had Dynamite on your side so the job should be done nice and quick. You watched from a distance seeing him blast the hell out of the villains, a few police cars pull up and Dynamite's sidekicks came by looking panicked

" h/n! (hero name) we are incredibly sorry for being late! we were not aware that the two of you would be out today."

"Ah no worries, your boss there just wanted to patrol since he couldn't sit still due to the heat. I'm just here to monitor him so he doesn't go nuts by himself. Go and deal with the police on our behalf please~ I need to go check on Dynamite"

"Yes sir!"

You get a text message from the repair man that they fixed the AC. Jogging over to where your lovely hot head is, you waved at him making him notice you so he started walking towards you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Those little shits thought they could try to hit me!"

"Mhm"

"COME WE'RE GONNA GO FIND MORE GUYS TO KILL"

And before Dynamite could run off you pulled him by the back of his mask to stop him from going somewhere.

"THE FUCK LET ME GO??"

"Nu-uh mister a few beat ups is good enough for today, besides we're supposed to be on break and I do not want to be fighting Villains unless it's an emergency. Plus our AC just got fixed and I overheard the sidekicks say that a certain squad is going to come soon to assist."

"OH FUCKKK NO I DO NOT-"

"DY~NA~MITEEE~"

The both of you turned and saw Pinky skipping towards you two with the gang, before they could even get to the both of you Dynamite pulled you by the back of your shirt and started to run away in result pissing you off as you weren't a big fan being dragged.

Sitting on his knees and head lowered

"I'm sorry for dragging you.."

"And??"

"I'm also not sorry for saying hi to our friends"

"Please text them a sorry, it's rude to just leave like that"

A 'tch' was heard as Katsuki looked up at you, of course, you were weak for this man. I mean he is your husband after all you can't exactly get mad at him properly unless you really need to.

"Come, let's go take a shower and change into something comfortable"

Katsuki excitedly stood up with a stupid smile on his face, feeling relief that you weren't too angry at him. Grabbing your hand you both head to the showers to cool off and get all the sweat off.

Cuddled up on the couch, with Katsuki's beefy ass arm around you. You were giving kisses on Katsukis's neck as he played with your hair. Small moans left his lips as you softly nibbled on his neck, wanting to hear more of him you bit down hearing him moan louder. He looked down at you with a flustered look on his face.

"C-can you take care of me in the bedroom?"

"Ehhh~ why do that when the couch is a perfect place to fuck you good?"

He couldn't deny how much that turned him on, he wanted more and more. So he caved in and let you take control of him, just like how you took control of him every time he asks for you to take care of him.

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#katniiwrites #bakugoukatsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x male reader #katsuki x male reader #male reader #bakusquad #fluff bnha #mha #dynamight #hero reader #katsuki bakugou

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sotogalmo · 3 months ago

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Hihi !! tryna get to know more of the alnst ocs and their creators. so. hihi !! care to tell me more abt ur resistance ocs ?

Hehehehe, hihi!!

So, funny thing is. I haven't really had much thought into all of them, especially Felix- since as for a few days he's being worked on (his relationships, his thoughts, etc etc. His main inspo tho is most definitely Issac from canon ALNST and Lich from Evillious Chronicles)

Orian has a bit more to her, but not that much as Bastienne was my first resistance oc tbh.

Bastienne, who has many names, but uses Lilith the most has the most info, yet I don't really know how to make her act- yk? Like her personality.

Bastienne is a postman and a waiter. So she has light experience with bringing in food and writing letters <- she mainly writes letters to a "human" idol; Lilith ( @alien-til-i-stage 's oc)

I just. Kinda made Bastienne on a whim, cuz of like. I had this idea of giving Sebastian (another OC) a twin, (funny thing is that Bastienne is one of the feminine versions of Sebastian!) cuz I just couldn't stop relating him to Hänsel from EC/Evillious Chronicles— who has a twin; Gretel and such.

That's why one of Bastienne's inspos is Gretel-

But yk..the idea kinda got scrapped and Bastienne is her own character with no real ties to both Flor and Sebastian, but some metaphorical and "what if" ties (clown, rebels, etc. rebel clown as been a main thing that I've been doing tbh... Flor is the main reason)

But tbh, besides all of that I can give out some fun facts!! (With an added oc, made on the 12th of September!; Yuuki who is Cindy's gf!)

Bastienne uses he/she pronouns :3

Felix is FtM/transmasc (transitioned in his early teens)

Orian has had at least 2 past lovers, or so.

Felix is a good artist but he mainly only draws birds..

Orian has a collection stash in her room! What she collects is a secret (<- doesn't know what to make her collect)

Bastienne is somewhat of a foody... and would sometimes be too carried away cuz it's food .... <- she likes food

Orian is closeted bisexual! (even tho before I had her being closeted lesbian.. decided to change it cuz inna way she would swing both ways)

Yuuki is albino, but actually really doesn't have red eyes as I drew her with. Her eyes are like. A pale lavender with some red tint to it ..

Yuuki is their mechanic! If anyone becomes an amputee in the future, or comes in as one; Yuuki will make them some spare robotic parts for them to use!

Felix sometimes.. and a bit childish? mimics bird sounds. And they almost sound near-perfect to the actual bird!

Orian, due to being on the run for a long while- she has gained some muscle! Same with the others ofc, but Orian is slightly more stronger then they are (Yuuki can somewhat match her strength but that's it)

Basti writes letters to a famous 'human' Model! Felix knows that something is up with them, but he doesn't really care as that's not his problem and such.

Felix seems to be nocturnal! <- for lore reasons, that will be explained later (on my @/yuuoseetaasria blog!)

Basti also joins with Felix in mimicking animal sounds ... The Critters™.

Felix has a sister who works for AREPH; an opposing group to the rebel group (for now, since the name is rlly yet to be decided on)

Felix's hair is actually slightly dyed,,, his actual hair color is black

*I think that's all for now,, but I will add more in the future-! / Yuuki's gf is Cindy; @tsukacchako

#ask #mutual #kyokills #alnst ocs #alien stage fan season #alien stage oc #alien stage ocs #alnst oc #alnst oc: yuuki #alnst oc: felix #alnst oc: orian #alnst oc: bastienne (lilith)#alien stage season 40 #alnst season 40

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Dark Waters

Part 3

Summary (part 3):

The Joker uses unconventional methods to get acquainted with Annie and launches a devastating attack on one of the essential aspects of life in Gotham, causing a crisis that will have lasting consequences for the city's stability and Dent's political career.

Notes: I'll be posting new chapters each week. The story diverges from the movie during the ballroom scene in part 1.

Special note for part 3: There is one event in the story this week that I've posted in whole on ao3 but did not include here (link in the text to go to the story on ao3). The portion depicts torture. If that is something that is not triggering for you, please follow the link to ao3 to read that part. I felt it was important to include in the story and gives insight into the characters.

(There is also a scene in the last portion of part 3 where I cleaned up the language slightly. If you'd like the original version, feel free to continue reading on ao3.)

I wanted to share an additional note just in relation to violence being part of the relationship at all. This scene of the story was written this way because I asked myself the question of what Annie's character would do after drinking the coffee in part 2. She likes to have absolute control over herself, so I felt she would have a strong reaction, completely shut down, and refuse to interact with the Joker. Then I asked what the Joker would do when confronted with that. This scene answered that question for me, and also provided a sort of forced moment of intimacy for the two characters. The Joker in my imagination for this story has a great capacity for cruelty and a great capacity for tenderness as well. Hope you can enjoy, whether you decide to skip or not!

TW: Brief mention of blood, brief cursing/crude sexual language, mention of underage marriage in character's past, some violence

Summary (all parts):

"'I've been here a long time, playing with your hair. You must have been thinking about something… important,' he said, his voice sounding strangely familiar.

He leaned in closer, his scarf falling down and exposing his scarred lips. He spoke as if he was telling her a secret that was only between the two of them. 'You know, people will think we're lovers, here on the rocks, watching the water.'"

As the social fabric of Gotham begins to fray and the Joker's intrusion into her life escalates, Anna struggles to maintain control. But is she threatened by the Joker or by something within herself?

Contents: Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Dark Waters, Part 3

Annie had been on alert for weeks now, terrified that the Joker would return. She wished she had somewhere else to go, to hide out in - but she knew no one here, and she realized that if he wanted to find her, he likely would. It seemed like he held the strings that controlled life in Gotham now, and he was orchestrating a mass puppet show where he decided what would happen next.

She knew going to the police was not an option. The officer's skepticism about her story and his threats about Arkham had taken away that possibility. As afraid as she was of the Joker, even dying in freedom was more appealing to her than living in Arkham. She had spent enough of her life in other people's prisons.

Whatever drug she had been given in the coffee wore off completely within a day and didn't seem to have any lingering effects. However, the feeling of loosing herself and having no control had disturbed her to her core. She found herself checking and re-checking her cups, her meals, her plates to make sure nothing unexpected was there. She consoled herself by changing the lock on her door and hoping that he would forget about her. She was utterly confused by his focus on her. She was nobody. It made no sense, but then again, nothing he did seemed to follow a logical path.

She was standing in the kitchen in the morning hours, trying to pull herself together for another day of work. She had not been able to sleep, jolting at every small sound in fear.

Then, she heard it, the click of the lock. The door didn't open, though. She heard muffled conversation and an unmistakable voice. He was back. She dropped to the floor, closing her eyes and drawing her legs to her chest, curling herself into a tight ball. She couldn't handle this again.

"Hello there!" he chimed lightly as he finally opened the door. His voice changed, becoming accusatory. "You changed the locks. But don't worry, I always bring an expert with me." He grinned, motioning theatrically with his purple-clad arms to one of the men behind him.

"Where are you?" He walked directly to the kitchen as if he could sense her there. He saw her curled up on the floor and said with exaggerated concern, "Oh, this won't do."

He motioned to his men to leave the apartment. She heard the retreating steps and the slamming door.

He dropped down to sit cross legged in front of her, the almost childlike pose in surreal contrast to his long jacket and menacing appearance.

"Let's talk it over, just you and me. Was it the coffee..? I thought you might enjoy that," he said, removing his gloves. He turned to grab a small trashcan from under the sink, keeping it in easy reach. He reached over and tried unsuccessfully to pull her clenched eyelids open.

"I want to talk to you."

She stayed motionless, clutching her knees to her chest, without replying or looking at him.

"You know, you brought this on yourself. I just want to talk."

[omitted portion, see notes above, click on this link to ao3 to read, go to chapter 3]

He reached down and gently lifted her to a standing position near the sink. She stood stunned, her fingers burning but her body relaxing in relief that the immediate threat seemed to be over. He guided her hands to the sink and gently washed each wound. She looked at him in wide-eyed fear, though she was so shaken by what had happened, she had to lean on him for support.

He acted as if he was impressed as he dried her hands and waited for the bleeding to slow.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said consolingly. "I break most of these so-called gangsters much quicker."

"So where are you from?" he asked with false familiarity. The scene was so absurd, with this bizarre figure dabbing at her fingertips. She doubled over in a sudden fit of laughter, the sound ringing oddly off the walls and uncontrollably bursting from her mouth. It was as if her body had already exhausted her capacity for crying and needed to find another outlet for her emotions. She struggled with all her might to regain control and was finally able to catch her breath.

He looked curiously at her, continuing with the towel, and repeated, "Where are you from?" in the same sing-song voice.

She took a deep breath. "I'm from upstate. I was raised in the Church."

He looked at her quizzically as some of the pieces began to fall into place for him. He had heard of the Church, a notoriously closed community of radical Christians in a remote, rural part of the state. A few men in his crew were members who had escaped from the group. From them he knew that that the cult group stockpiled weapons, intimidating the local government and causing them to turn a blind eye to their infringements of the law. From what he knew, they kept women in tightly controlled traditional roles, and it was extremely rare for them to escape from the group.

The complexity of his thoughts about her past belied the simplicity of his questions.

"Did Jesus save you?" he asked.

"No… I left," she said airily, looking into the distance blankly.

"Do you have any ice?" he said, and she looked at him confused, disturbed from her train of thought.

"No."

He wondered at the lack of creature comforts in this young woman's life - it seemed like she didn't have the simplest things. He reached into the freezer and found frozen vegetables, which he wrapped quickly with the towel and applied to the wounds, continuing to hold her hands so that the bag would stay positioned squarely on her fingertips.

"That's like a cult, right? So was there lots of sex stuff?" he asked nonchalantly.

"No, there was no sex stuff. Not until marriage," she said, the word marriage catching in her throat.

"Oh. When did you… marry?"

"When I was sixteen."

"Oh…" He raised his eyebrows.

He could see that she was in a fragile state. He adjusted the direction of his questions. "What did you do there, in this 'Church'?"

She searched her mind for something from her past she could share. "Well, when I was a child, we were taught to memorize Bible verses. All the time. Some of us memorized whole books of the Bible. You know, when you memorize something…" She trailed off, suddenly aware that she was speaking freely with the man who had so recently inflicted unbearable pain on her. She should be more cautious.

He had been studying her hands but in a moment, rolled his eyes back toward her face. He tightened his grip. "Do tell," he said, the sternness of his expression in stark contrast to the lighthearted words.

She tried to regain her train of thought. "When you memorize something, it's not just words on the page anymore. It's not something you are reading. The meaning, it becomes deeper. It… becomes a part of you." She stared forward, focusing on nothing.

"But, I left that behind." she said, and her mind turned to the financial burden of the legal fees that still suffocated her.

He looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"A group of us wanted to leave, but the local government - they are afraid of the Church. And some of the men, they have allies there in important positions. They created a legal battle, and it was difficult for me to get the divorce. I lost everything. Now I… it's hard for me to even keep this apartment."

"Do you like Gotham?" he asked.

She looked up, startled by the question, and thought for a moment. "Yes, I like Gotham. It's the only place… where I can disappear." She stumbled on the words and realized that the one chief freedom of her life was also now lost, as she cast a sidelong glance toward him. She was no longer anonymous, allowed to hide in the masses of Gotham's parade of poor and rich, sane and insane. Now he had singled her out, for who knows what reason.

He continued to hold the ice on her fingertips. He was supporting her hands so carefully, it was hard for her to believe that he was the reason for her pain.

He didn't push her to speak further but sat a long time with her, silently. She slowly began to relax and leaned back on the cabinet doors.

"Kitten, do you have any food in this little apartment?" he asked out of nowhere.

"Yes, I have some food - I just went to the store yesterday." She was confused, was he hungry?

"Ok, good. They may decide to close the stores for a while." With that enigmatic statement he rose, balancing her hands and the frozen bag on her lap so she could continue holding it there.

"They will heal quickly, just give them some air and keep them clean," he said simply, motioning to her hands. "Now I have some other business to attend to - bye for now."

She continued to lean back against the cabinets, too overwhelmed to think of any kind of reply.

He hummed as he left, locking the door after him. Did he have a key to her door? The thought drifted through her mind as she leaned her head back, exhausted. Her fatigue took over now that he was gone, and she soon found herself sleeping where she was, propped up by the kitchen cabinets.

Whoever has will be given more, and they will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them. (Matthew 13:12)

The first shoppers to walk into the supermarkets that morning didn't notice the playing card peeking through the clear plastic wrap on the loaf of bread. They didn't see the corner of the ace of diamonds sticking out of the cereal box, or the three of hearts sealed inside the bag of carrots. They were busy, goal-oriented, getting their shopping done before work. But by the time one of the early morning shoppers had discovered the soggy queen of clubs inside the yogurt they opened that evening, it was already all the news stations were talking about.

Playing cards had shown up randomly, a few in all the main grocery stores in Gotham. But now the news was coming in that cards had been found in a few places far from the city - in other regions, in other states - all the way to the opposite side of the country. Government officials still hadn't made any definitive statements, delayed as usual by the slowness of bureaucracy. But experts were already telling people not to eat the food.

The radio broadcast came that evening, interrupting the usual easy listening music on the station that many of the stores played on their loudspeakers. But for those who didn't hear it, the local and national news quickly picked it up, playing it again and again as their analysts tried to interpret it. It was unmistakably the Joker's voice - by now, residents of Gotham were familiar with his drawling tone.

"Good evening! Were you surprised to find my cards in the grocery stores today? Don't worry, everything you bought is safe to eat, despite what they are telling you. But the problem will be tomorrow. You see, when they restock tonight, the food won't be marked with cards. There will be something worse in it, something invisible.

"Some of the food in the next shipment has been poisoned - you won't taste it or smell it, but it will take effect quickly. So I recommend a diet for a while. Let's find out what happens when Gotham is hungry. And how will the new mayor handle this? Will he rescue you?"

After the broadcast, finally, the authorities began to take action. They had to simply close the stores. There was no way, until they developed some kind of testing, to tell which food was safe and which had been tampered with. The federal government led the investigation effort and started to trace the playing cards back to major distribution centers, but the spread of the cards didn't follow the same logic as a simple outbreak of foodborne illness. The distribution was random, since the Joker had infiltrated some factories and not others.

The authorities reeled at the depth of the problem - not only were they not able to certify that any food was safe, even though it was likely the vast majority was - they also couldn't simply produce more food the next day. Factories had been compromised by the Joker. There were workers out there who had cooperated with him to add the playing cards and perhaps some type of poison. The workforce could not be trusted. The massive machinery of food production all over the country halted until a way forward could be found.

With all the major stores closed, a lucrative illicit market for food immediately sprang up all over Gotham. Where the food came from was anyone's guess, but those who had money were still eating. Those who didn't, or didn't have anything stocked away, were not.

As is often the case, the part of the city hardest hit was the part that was most ill-equipped to handle the shortage, Lower Gotham. The area was more tightly packed with people, and many residents already lived a hand to mouth existence. Rescue supplies like that used for emergency operations after natural disasters came to Gotham, but that allotted to Lower Gotham quickly disappeared, stolen by organized crime rings as well as individuals who were simply desperate. After the majority of the first shipment was taken, the food deliveries to Lower Gotham slowed to a trickle. Many people left for Upper Gotham or even departed from the city altogether.

The police who should have been overseeing the food distribution were busy elsewhere, looking for the Joker. Mayor Dent directed all of the manpower and financial resources of the city toward finding him. Checkpoints appeared on all the major thoroughfares. Murmurs began to circulate, especially in Lower Gotham, about Dent's handling of the crisis and why he was letting citizens starve while he pursued his fixation on the Joker.

People like Annie, with no connections and no resources, suffered the most. When she learned the stores were closing, she began to ration. She had experienced hunger before, and began the first week with few concerns about it. What mostly bothered her was that her employer, Gotham Culinary, immediately went on hiatus. Without food to serve and all events cancelled, there was no business to be had. She had no money coming in now, and she certainly couldn't afford to pursue the high priced food being sold on street corners at skyrocketing prices.

In the second week, she began to worry. She was seeing more and more desperate people on her walks in the city, and she decided she should not leave her apartment until the crisis ended. By the third week, she was out of provisions.

The situation had grown so dire in cities across the country that the federal government had abandoned its pursuit of answers and the compromised workers, and instead simply focused on reopening the factories, regardless of the danger. They didn't have the resources to test every article of food in the country for every possible type of contamination. It was finally accepted that it would probably never be known for certain whether the Joker actually poisoned any of the food supply, or whether the whole ordeal was simply another one of his tricks.

They found the machinery of production, after it had ground to a halt, difficult to bring back to life again. Not enough workers came back after the hiatus, and the intricate network of travel for goods had been so disrupted that delays and problems plagued the efforts to reopen. Still, hope began to spread in some areas where stores would briefly open their doors. The goods would be bought up immediately, forcing them to close again.

Annie's region of Lower Gotham would be one of the last to see this relief, and by the fourth week, all of her thoughts centered around food. She couldn't sleep well, but instead had taken to simply sitting in the middle of the open floor and laying down to doze for short naps anytime she felt drowsiness set in.

She watched the blackbirds fly past her window, she watched the sun set, she waited for the long hours to pass.

Annie had developed a frequent habit of running her tongue along the inside of her teeth. It was as if her mouth needed something to do since it had no food to chew, and the iron sweet taste was irresistible. It had been two weeks since she ran out of food.

She was sitting on the floor of the studio apartment when she heard the door open and knew it must be the Joker. Her eyes darted around the room as he entered with two of his men, and she struggled to compose herself. She stood and tried to back away into the kitchen.

"I thought I would stop by," he said smoothly, looking carefully around the room. "I'm sorry I've been… delayed. This Dent, he's really trying to find me. He doesn't realize it's his own people he needs to be worried about."

He walked toward her. The men accompanying him looked uneasy, as if her hunger was contagious. They seemed to think that if they came too far into the room, they would catch her disease. The Joker strode toward her until he was uncomfortably close as usual, seemingly unbothered by the clear evidence of starvation surrounding them.

"What do you want?" she asked in a raspy voice. Despite her strongest efforts, she couldn't control the habitual movement of her tongue.

After studying her face closely, he turned to his men. "Can't you see she's hungry? Go get her something to eat!" He motioned them away to complete their assignment. He took her hand gently and led her back to the spot on the floor where she had been, guiding her down to a sitting position again.

"Where will they find food?" she asked.

"Anything is possible if you have enough money. Don't you know that, kitten?" he said, a broad smile breaking out over his painted face.

His mood seemed to change, becoming more agitated. He began pacing around the room. "The mayor hasn't been taking very good care of Lower Gotham, now has he? He's even worse than I thought he would be. I should let everyone know what he's been up to." Her mind had trouble focusing, and she couldn't grasp much of what he was saying.

He took the sandwich from the men when they returned, glaring at them. "This wasn't the best option, but we'll make it work."

He settled himself down cross-legged on the floor in front of her, breaking the sandwich into sections with his gloved hands, giving her the first portion. She barely looked at it before taking it to her lips. Her tongue rolled the food from side to side in her mouth. Each bite was a perfection of flavor. She felt that she could taste every ingredient, sharply and distinctly. She had finished the piece in no time.

She looked up to find his eyes lingering on her, as if he had been watching attentively. She barely gave it a second thought.

"More," she mumbled. "I'd like more," she asked more clearly. He handed her another section. She gobbled it up as if it was nothing.

"More!" she commanded loudly. He looked at her, amused.

"No."

She lunged at the section he still had in his hand, but he was too fast and had it out of her reach immediately. She couldn't fight for it, she was too weak. Tears came to her eyes and she fell onto his knee, sobbing. He leaned over and drew the hair away from the side of her face. "It will make you sick," he said quietly in her ear. "You have to slow down." He moved to get up. "Just… rest for now."

He left the apartment, giving orders to his men on his way. "Wait four hours, then stock the kitchen, bring everything from the van up here."

The first few days were tough, but now Annie was regaining her strength. The Joker had been right about not overdoing the food at first - the first few small meals she had made her extremely sick as her body got used to eating again. It had all taken a physical toll, but what had bothered her the most was how foggy her thinking had become when she was without food. But now, she welcomed the return of her mental faculties. Everything seemed fresher, newer, now that she could concentrate and move freely again.

One of her chief sources of entertainment in the isolated apartment was exploring the odd hodgepodge of food that the Joker's men had brought to her. There were the cheapest canned items they seemed to have gotten from a surplus discount store, next to jars of olives and caviar that must have cost hundreds. She had no idea how they had gathered such a strange collection.

Despite her enjoyment of the food and her thankfulness to simply have enough to eat, the Joker still loomed like a dark shadow over her life. Every day she remembered what had happened the last time she saw him. She was ashamed that she fell on his knee so easily, groveling in front of him for food. It was as if she had no control of herself when real hunger took hold. She was glad he left so quickly - she didn't like the idea of him seeing her when she was so… compromised.

Without her job to occupy her time, her days took on a surreal quality. She would leave the apartment in the morning to walk in the city, enjoying the fresh air. The atmosphere of desperation was gone and had been replaced by a quiet solitude on the streets. Food was trickling into Lower Gotham again, and stores would periodically open.

This day was like any other. She had just returned from a walk and was ready to unlock her door when she heard a click and felt cold metal on the back of her neck. She realized she wasn't alone.

"Unlock the door," a voice commanded. It wasn't the Joker's familiar tone. Her breathing became panicked. The Joker's threatening and erratic presence had almost become part of her daily reality. This situation was completely different, completely unexpected.

"I said, open the door, bitch." The man hit the back of her head with the heel of his other hand, jarring her head forward. She quickly complied, and took the moment of entry into the apartment as a chance to turn around to see her attacker, holding her hands in the air in surrender.

The man entered after her, keeping the gun trained on her. She was surprised to see how ordinary he appeared. Brown hair, normal button down shirt. Nothing distinguished him from men she met every day walking on the street.

"I didn't tell you to turn around, but that's fine. I wanted to take a look at you. This is the Joker's favorite bitch." The man walked around her, closer now, as if he was appraising her to set a price.

"Wow, I didn't expect this. There's not much here. Nothing in the chest, she looks like a little boy. Maybe there's something sweet down below, though." He came closer and motioned toward her body with the gun.

"Is it sweet for him there? I don't know, doesn't look that good to me." He stood back again, moving his gaze to her face. "You know, maybe it's those eyes, those are something. Does he like having those angel eyes look at him? Maybe that's it. But I don't think that would do it for me."

She stood completely frozen, shocked by the crudeness of his words.

"I wonder why he comes here…" He stopped his circuit and stood in front of her. "You know he has every whore in Gotham on his payroll, right? He knows all the best ones. When he's done with them, some of them are crying. Those girls are used to it, they don't usually cry."

The man smiled, and she sensed danger. "Sometimes, on a good day, he gives them some extra cash, and then it's our turn, we get to have a go too. I wonder if he'll do that with you? Maybe I'll get to have a taste?" He suddenly put an arm behind her waist and pulled her closer. She felt sick, understanding the direction he was taking them. "There must be some reason he comes here, maybe I should find out…"

Suddenly she felt another presence in the room and spied the scraggly hair and white makeup over the man's shoulder. The Joker came closer, softly stepping up behind him. He looked at her, putting his finger to his lips silently. She drew her eyes away and back to the man that held her to avoid giving away his position. In another second, two gloved hands and a knife appeared at the man's throat. His arm fell from her waist. One of the Joker's goons followed and quickly took his gun.

The Joker let go of his hold on the man and moved in front of him. "Now what have you been telling the little kitten here, Benjamin," he said slowly, malevolently, drawing out the syllables of his name. "Talking about me and the ladies of the night here in Gotham? I do have my favorites, don't I. But I don't usually leave them crying, not too often…" He seemed lost in thought, staring into the distance.

His tone changed and he focused his eyes back on the man in front of him. "Well, let's see, now we have a problem." The Joker pulled the man's collar tight, so that he was struggling for breath. "You know where she lives, and I like to come on my visits sometimes…. I think we'll have to make an example of you. I don't want to have this problem again. Smith, come here."

The man who entered with the Joker came closer. "Why don't you call Don, tell him I've got something for him." He let go of the man's collar and patted him on the back as he sputtered. "Tell him I've got a surprise for him and his men, a very nice surprise." He enunciated the words forcefully, almost hissing. The man who had accosted her stood still, his eyes wide. "Ok, bye bye." The Joker slipped the knife back into his pocket and the two men left, Smith with a gun to the back of her attacker.

"This is such a fortunate occasion, kitten." The Joker turned around, lifting his arms in a theatrical flourish as if nothing had happened. "I was in the neighborhood and decided I need to stay here tonight. That naughty mayor has sent out too many extra patrols." She remained where she stood, shaken and unsure of what to do.

"Oh, are you still worried? I'm sorry about that, but now you don't have anything to be afraid of. You see, when you run an organization, sometimes you have to make an example out of someone. Now that he volunteered, I don't think we'll see anyone coming over here to bother you. I'll make sure that they all know how Ben-ja-min turns out." She stood still, unable to answer.

"I see, do you feel sorry for dear Benjamin? You want me to let him go? Ok." He paused, his face becoming cold, expressionless. "He'll tell his buddies about you, the worst of them, and someone else will come to you and try to outdo what he did today. Or maybe he'll just come back with a few friends and…" What he left unsaid chilled her more than his words had. "So do you want me to be… merciful? Hmm?"

She swallowed hard, coming to terms with her position and how real the danger was. "No," she said.

"Ok, that's good. It's settled." His more lighthearted demeanor seemed to have returned. He put his hand on her shoulder and brought his face in close. "Men are horrible, aren't they?" he said with exaggerated sympathy. She could only give him a sideways glance.

He turned and stretched his arms upward as if he was an average person arriving home from work, ready to call it a day. "So you do whatever you do. I'm tired, it's been a long day." He took off his purple coat, balling it up in his hands as if he would use it as a pillow. "I'll sleep here on the floor, so you can have your bed." She looked at him warily, making it clear from her expression that she would not be getting into her bed. She was not willing to appear so vulnerable around him.

"All right, then I'll take the bed," he said, promptly dropping the jacket to the floor and lying down on the mattress. He got up again slowly as if he had forgotten something and went to the coat, taking his knife from the pocket and placing it by the pillow. He didn't retract the blade and left it there, glistening next to him. He laid down again, facing her across the room.

She was unsure of what to do. She simply collapsed down to the floor, sitting where she had been standing. She was facing him, naturally wanting to be aware of any danger that might develop. He seemed frustrated by her vigilance and returned her look with an unblinking stare that unnerved her. She decided the best course of action was to turn around and face the other way, even though it meant she couldn't keep an eye on his activities.

He had a natural tendency to deceive, but she was somewhat convinced that he simply wanted to sleep. Despite his makeup and seemingly unending store of energy, he did walk in a stilted way today, like he had been in some kind of fight. With the danger she faced earlier, his particular brand of fear in her mind also seemed…familiar. She went ahead and laid down on the floor on her side, staring at the opposite wall. Of course she couldn't sleep.

She stayed where she was for a long time, until the quiet assured her he must be sleeping. She got up slowly, inching her way to a sitting position in the silence and carefully lifting her head to look around the room. With the rolling blackouts, it was completely dark except for the moonlight, which tonight was brightly streaming in through the open window. The air was hot and still.

The glint of his knife to the side of the pillow drew her gaze. Her eyes were fixed on it, realizing that she could stop this reign of terror, all his crimes, with one act. If she just picked up the knife and did the right thing - he was a killer, a lion stalking every institution in the city, and it would never end if he was left to roam. His men would certainly respond eventually, but her life was of so little value to her now, it barely seemed worth clinging to.

Other than a hopeless struggle to keep body and soul together in this city, all she seemed left with was her fear of this man. Her eyes involuntarily travelled from the glinting knife up to his face, with the makeup strewn over it haphazardly. She risked a closer look, edging nearer to the bed. Every line and blotch seemed like a work of art, every shadow perfectly aligned. The white paint gave him an unearthly glow in the dim room. She looked at his patterned shirt - he was like a sleeping jaguar, the luster of its coat shining every time it breathed. He was perfection - perfection fueled by chaos, but nonetheless she felt it would somehow be an unspeakable sin to kill this beautiful animal in the moonlight. Her tension eased as she realized she couldn't do it. She couldn't harm him.

She looked at his sleeping face for some time, her eyes studying the intricate patterns so arbitrarily interlaced on his skin. She finally began to pull back, turning around, ready to crawl back to her corner of the room and perhaps even sleep for a short time.

At her first movement, she was shocked to see his eyes snap open.

"Well hello, kitten." His voice was gruff, heavy.

She froze in fear, their faces inches away from one another. A smile curved around the edges of his lips. He sat up slightly and picked up the knife, holding the shining blade there between them. She held her breath.

"Yes, it is beautiful, isn't it," he said quietly. He retracted the blade and slipped it into his pocket.

"Good night," he said, reclining again on his side and closing his eyes. She began to move away as subtly as she could.

"Since you bothered to come over here to see me, why don't you just stay?" he said suddenly, not bothering to open his eyes. The way he said the words made it clear to her that she shouldn't try to move. She sat perfectly rigid and still on the floor. Hours seemed to pass, and exhaustion finally caught up with her. She slowly let her body lean against the side of the mattress, and finally her head fell back against him. She gave up, feeling his chest rise and fall with slow, regular breaths as she fell asleep.

Additional notes: This is fanfic, so of course I don't own any characters from The Dark Knight (Joker, Batman, etc.). The main female character is original.

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omg hi !! i don't usually do these kinds of things but fear & hunger is like the only thing i think about anymore and im suuuuper curious to know my results (and to see of it matches who i want it to be >:])

i am! 18 yrs old, transmasc, and bisexual. i'm average height & about mid-sized, with short-mid length dyed hair (it's orange-blonde ish atm but that's subject to change). freckles, tooth-gap, lots of moles, bit of a mustache going on, etc—i think the coolest thing about me is my eyes. they can look anywhere from grey-green-blue depending on the day, but i actually have central heterchromia as well! so, that's cool!

personality wise (the actual meat of this ask, lmao), i've been told i can be intense. but personally i just like to think i take no shit! i'm the kind of person where you get the kind of energy that you give, and i don't have much patience when it comes to others being immature or clueless. does this make me come off as short tempered sometimes? maybe. kind of. yes. but i promise i'm not always that angry! around people i get along with i like to think that i chill way back. when it comes to life overall im more the "it is what it is, nothing really matters so why not have fun?" type. my biggest personal philosophy is that as long as your not hurting yourself or anyone else, you should be allowed to do whatever you want forever. life is too short to not be a freak and shameless about it.

other than that, let's seeeeee. i think im pretty intelligent! i definitely value it in other people, at least. i enjoy things like analysis, discussion, and debate, especially when i get to go on long tangents and rambles. and i like to listen to long tangents and rambles too! i love to hear people be passionate about their interests. a lot of my past relationships have just been going back and forth with big rants on whatever is interesting us that week or something that annoyed us that day.

that being said! i'm also someone who runs outta energy quick. it's not unusually for people to not hear from me for a while, i like my privacy and i like my quiet. and i definitely like it when people respect that, i don't bode well when people get clingy. though, i do a lot better keeping in touch with people i can see face to face, versus anything long distance (i CANNOT do long distance at all im far too forgetful for it).

ummm yeah! ill end it there. not to sound egotistical but writing about myself is fun i should do it more often. ty!!

Reading your description immediately checked all the boxes for a perfect match with Marina! Where do I start? She cannot handle clingyness either. It might be an extreme example considering Samarie is a literal stalker, but when Samarie reveals her feelings, Marine engages as minimally as possible. She's very much done with putting up with people's shit and just wants to move on with her life. Much like with her father, she describes as always angry and obsessed with being miserable, she wants nothing to do with him.

In her B ending, we see that she moves to the big city to find people sharing the same attitudes as you two; to find acceptance and live a carefree life. Where you can experience all the excitement of the city is to be had together. That's not to say she's a party animal, far from it, just a free spirit. The city is the forefront of new ideas; art, science, politics. Go to exhibitions and community dinners together. With the world constantly changing around you you'll never run out of things to talk about.

Marina has a heavy emphasis on alone time that comes naturally from being an academic and a big reader. In Prehevil, we can find her reading in the local bookshop on Day 2, where she's not interested in joining the party. She needs time to shut out the outside world to recharge. A common method of escapism for her, she welcomes you to join her. Imagine if you had the option to accept her offer. You can recharge while bonding through quality time. If you believe reading in the same room counts as doing something together, sometimes just enjoying each other's presence can be enough.

For the gentleman of this matchup I've chosen Cahara! Cahara might not be very 'book smart' but he is a very clever and charismatic man. Part of living in poverty is having to learn how to entertain yourself with limited resources. As a conversationalist, you describe wanting not just to discuss particular academic topics but whatever is relevant to each other's lives. He'll tell you stories of his grand adventures (mildly exaggerated); treasure hunts, daring tales of thievery, survival and his adventures raiding under a band of criminals.

Being an endless soul, he shares the same philosophy as you; as long as you're not hurting anyone life is too short to not do whatever you want (minus the harm, but he's working on it). Cahara is the last person to compromise his life to conform. He knows that Celeste is a prostitute and the baby probably isn't his, but he doesn't care, and loves her all the same. An unconventional relationship type, it should be expected to be open like the one he shares with Celeste.

He'll need someone to be accepting towards his lifestyle and preferences. And if anyone is to be described as 'shameless and freaky', it's Cahara. Him being the only one willing to marry Enki and states that he's open to hooking up with an abdominal marriage (not a decision based just on survival but on his own lenient experimentation).

I know he comes off as flakey but he's extremely loyal. Willing to do anything for his loved ones, traversing through the horrors of the dungeons to keep Celeste and her unborn baby well feed and happy forever. There's no world where he abandons her. Celeste either passes away during childbirth or you all join together as a throuple.

I agree with what you said about your central heterochromia. You're right, that is very cool! That's what draws him to you at first. No matter how guarded he is around strangers, Cahara is a naturally curious person. He finds your appearance spurring a lot of questions. He wants to know who you are and everything about you to help fit the gaps in his imagination. Telling stories to their child, he's going to cast you the role of the pirate with wild sunset hair and ocean eyes.

Tdlr; Marina and Cahara, but overall I think Marina is your best match.

#fear and hunger x reader #character x reader #matchups

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anyamaris · 2 years ago

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Another Us

Genre-Angst

Summary-Just living your life with your bbfs and roommates, while going to beauty school, your past shows up to throw you off course.

Seonghwa!au x f!reader Angsty angst, past pain, slow burn AU Ateez

Word count-1800+

Warnings-Vulgar language, alcohol consumption, lots of angst.

Part 2

So-this is my first time writing anything on here, and it's been a while since I've written in general. I hope it's not a horrible read. I came to a stopping point I liked and wanted to post before I lost my nerve. I've been feeling the angst while listening to some music and my brain blew up.

Sort of inspired while listening to this song by Corbyn

I appreciate any feedback and guidance while I expose my scaredy heart to writing!

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"Are you into those?" you hear coming from behind your right ear, a short giggle following the comment. "Hmm...once upon a time." you just say, shaking your head softly. "They're kinda cool, but I can't imagine the patience it takes to put them together! Also, I'd TOTALLY lose pieces!" Your friend says, smiling. You smile lightly and nod, just staring at the display in the window in front of you.

Josie giggles again, but it sounds far away. You still can't look at Legos without thinking of another time, and the pain that comes with those memories. A frown tugs at your lips, thinking "Yeah, pain. Legos fucking hurt." but it's not the little plastic pieces digging into the back of your thighs that you're actually thinking about.

Dragging in a deep breath, you shake the thoughts off and turn to smile at your friend. "C'mon, let's go to that cool coffee shop now, I can SMELL the beans from here and I'm DYING". Josie laughs and grabs your hand, dragging you towards the food court. You let go of the thoughts of the past with one last glance before you smile and run with her.

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"What the actual FUCK?! REALLY?!" You glance up into the face of fury as plastic digs into your skin. Tears well in your eyes and a mild tinge of fear makes your cringe backwards at his red face, the pure hatred in his eyes. "I- I..." you stumble over your words, eyes darting around, looking anywhere but at HIM. "Hwa I-" you start but his sudden movement forward cuts you off. He bends down and starts picking up the small pieces around you, completely avoiding your face. "Don't." he mumbles next to you, making your breath catch and your heart ache.

"I want to -" "WELL I DON'T!" Seonghwa yells at you, standing up abruptly and throwing the pieces from his hand that he had been picking up. "WHY DO YOU RUIN EVERYTHING??" He yells, but his head is turned and he won't even look at you. You can feel your heart plummet as the words drip from his lips like venom.

You ruin everything.....ruin...everything....YOU. RUIN. EVERYT-

A gasp escapes your mouth as you suck in air, sitting up and looking around the dark room with wild eyes. You raise a hand to your heart, which is pounding, then your face, where you feel tears on your cheeks. "Ha..." you whisper. "Still gets me, even after 5 years. Fuck you, Park Seonghwa." You bare your teeth to the night, steeling yourself, as you've done so many times before. You've come a long way from the naïve, silly girl you used to be. Doesn't mean it still doesn't sting, like those fucking LEGOS, you think, a smirk on your lips. Oh well, looks like sleep is a far gone idea, time to get up and start the day.

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"PANCAKES!" You yell, expertly juggling cracking some eggs into a bowl, while putting out plates. You hear noises coming from the rooms behind you, feet slipping on the floor as you look over and one of your roommates slides into the opening behind you. His hair is a complete mess on his head, sticking out every which way. "P..pp..pancakes?!?! FOR ME?" he squeaks out, and rubs his hands together. 'Yes, San, pancakes, for EVERYONE, not just you." He pouts but then switches quickly into an adorable smile, his dimples making you sigh and smile. "TOO CUTE."

"Your cooking is the best." San mumbles between stuffing some bacon into his mouth and you rush over to hand him a napkin. "It's greasy, don't make a mess!" You scold him. "Yes MOM." he smirks at you and you just smile and turn back to what you were doing.

You hear more noises as your 2 other roommates emerge slowly from their rooms, the smell of cooking and coffee waking them up. Slowly but surely, the dreams from the night before become distant before they finally leave your mind for the day.

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"Work sucks", you hear behind you. Pulling off your glasses and rubbing your eyes, you smile warily at your coworker. "Woo, your job isn't even remotely bad." "Yeah yeah, it's just so HARD when all these women are just so into me. It's so tiring." Wooyoung whines, which makes you giggle. "Yeah tiring...I can tell from that smirk how 'tiring' it is to you." You snap back at him and laugh. "Well...I mean, I can't help it when I look like this." He pretends to flip his hair and you laugh again. "Just go .... do something besides bother me." You say, smiling at the ridiculous pout he gives you before he huffs and turns on his heel to walk back around the store. You look back down at the schedule you've been making for the week and hum along to the song playing on the stores speakers.

You've been working at the makeup store for less than a year but you're excited about the recent promotion. Despite still being technically part time, you get to do alot more of the managerial work like scheduling and computer work. It helps alot while you're going to beauty school. Plus, the additional discount. You bite your lip at the additional 10% off you get now, fantasies of MAC and Urban Decay palettes dancing in your head.

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"Hey! I know, you should let me make you over!" Woo yells as you lock the doors to the store and go over all the closing again in your head. "Wait, again? Why, you've done my makeup countless times. And my hair, pretty much everything." you say flippantly, your mind still in work mode. "Yeah but like..." he says, biting his lip. "I can come to your house and like..." his eyes light up, "THEN we can go out! YEAH!" his hands smack together and you can help but laugh at his energy. "YEAH! Let's go out! I can come over and I can pretty you up and and and...." the gleam in his eyes has you giggling. You know exactly why he wants to come to your place. "Hmmm..." you smirk at him, teasing. "HMM?!" He cries, dancing around you like a small child. "Fine fine, come over. I have nothing going on anyhow and we both have the next two days off." you says, pulling your keys out. "YES!" he pumps his arm and then threads it through yours. You smile again at him and pat his head as you both make your way to your car. It's gonna be a long night, you sigh in your head. But it's never a boring time with Woo and San around. Maybe your other two roommates might join you for once.

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Tossing your keys on the counter, you go to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, drinking and smiling as you hear the giggles and loud voices coming from your room. Those two....I swear. You wish they'd both just give in but at this point it's almost fun to watch them figure it out on their own. "You should grab happiness while you can, fuck the consequences" you whisper against the bottle opening. A small tug at your mind threatens to override that statement but you shake it off with a roll of your shoulders. 'OK BOYS! Make me look sexy and then let's tear up the town!" You smile as an answering cheer comes loudly from your room and head towards the chaos.

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"So, how is it going with uhhh.." San asks while his leg is tapping in time to the music. He glances up at you as he takes a sip from his drink before his eyes dart over to the dance floor, for the 100th time that evening. "San, just go dance. Woo's been out there forever, why not go have fun?" His eyes dart back to you and he looks blinks for a moment before smiling and then taking another sip. "Nah, well, maybe in a bit. I wanna hear about....." he looks off and thinks again. "His name isn't important. Was just a silly crush." you state, switching topics quickly. "They make great drinks here!" you smile and he nods, his eyes drifting again. "UGH, just go DANCE, SAN, FOR GOODNESS SAKE-" You start and then you're whipped around and Josie in squealing and hopping up and down. "Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!" you yell, getting up to dance around with her, happy to see your bestie. Your two roommates are right behind her, smiling. "Your makeup looks so good under this light, girl!" Josie turns you back and forth, admiring. "Thanks" you smile, shyly. You know you're not as good looking as her, but damn, Woo definitely made you feel like you can at least be called sorta pretty tonight. Though, the outfit is a different story, you think, pulling up the top to be more discreet. Your cleavage is a little too much. Outfits like this make you more hyper aware of your curves, and feeling slightly insecure. But San and Woo had hyped you up too much and it was way too late to change now.

Taking a sip of the liquid courage in your hand, you smile and stand a little taller. No bad thoughts tonight, just fun. "Mingi!" You smile, turning towards your two roommates to greet them. You hug him, your head coming to about his sternum and look up at him. "Y/n, dear god, warn a man!" He exclaims, putting his hand up to cover his view of your exposed skin. "Cute, act like you didn't look closely before 'pretending' to cover the view" Yunho laughs as he spins you into his arms for a hug. You smile as all your closest friends are around you and making you smile and laugh. It's a great end to a long ass week and you're living for it. Hell, you may even get the courage up to dance!

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"Hi! Can I get another rum and coke?" you ask the bartender, holding up your empty glass. You turn to scan the crowd as he nods and goes to make it for you. Smiling, you watch as Woo and San move together on the floor, sweaty and getting closer the longer the night goes on. Those two....you sigh as three women come over and get between them. "Not my problem," you mumble but cheer for them.

Shrugging, you go to turn around and catch your foot on the barstool behind you, throwing you off balance. "Woah there" you hear and a firm hand clasps your arm, steadying you. "Oh god, fuck-" you exclaim as your body stops moving and the momentary fear leaves as quickly as it came. Sighing with relief you turn and begin "Thank you, I-" then it hits you. That scent. "...I" but your brain won't process. "You're welcome, be more careful." you hear but your sight is black for a moment and you can't move. Before your senses can return, the stranger is turning and moving away. His scent lingering, and a warm feeling where his hand was. The back of his head giving nothing away besides the dark color of his hair while he walks away. It takes you a moment to realize the bartender is trying to call you and hand you your drink before you snap out of it and turn to take it.

In a daze, you walk back to your friends, shaking off the feeling of comfort, security and impending doom all in one fucking scent. "Nah." you think. Stopping for a moment, then smiling, with more conviction, "Nah!" Idiot, you think, that was another life. Another you. It's no longer who you are or where your head needs to be.

As you approach your table and your friends, you smile and join the conversation. Yunho exclaims, "Oh, everyone! I invited my friend to join us tonight. Let me introduce you-" But you stop hearing anything but the sound of rushing water overwhelming you as you look into the eyes of the one person in this world you've been running away from for years.

And he's staring back at you with those dark eyes, penetrating your soul.

"Seonghwa, these are my friends and roommates-"Yunho is speaking but as your eyes meet the newcomers, your brain is transported somewhere else. To another place.....

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"Hwa!" you smile as you both sit next to eachother, talking about the latest game you've been playing together. You can't help but stare at his profile, his beautiful eyelashes, that gorgeous sculpted nose, those beautiful lips. "Y/n? Helloooo?" You snap out of it at the sound of his deep voice and light chuckle as his hand waves in front of your face. What if I tell him....? You think. Maybe he feels the same? You open your mouth and-

"YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!"

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Your gaze clears as you bring yourself back to reality, smiling softly and nodding to him. "Nice to meet you, Seonghwa." You say in a deadpan, the only thing betraying you a mild twitch of your lip into a sneer. His eyebrow quirks as he realizes you're going to play that game and nods.

Now to figure out how to get through this night with this man.

The man who ruined you.

@shinestarhwaa @veronicasawyerschainsaw

#seonghwa!angst #ateez au #seonghwa au #mingi au #wooyoung au #san au #yunho au #yeosang au

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sweeter-innocence-fics · 1 year ago

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I'd Burn the City Down (To Show You the Light) - Chapter One

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x Reader, side Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Work Summary:

All you wanted to do for your senior year of high school was keep your head down and scrape by, but a certain blonde in a very short skirt gets in your way.

Chrissy Cunningham x 'badgirl'!reader

Chapters: 1 2 3 4...

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2045

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Notes:

hello my loves, here's the start of a Chrissy series that's been rolling around in my head for a while. Forgive me if there are any typoes, I've proofread like three times but I'm tired.

general series warnings for homophobia, eating disorders, violence, abusive parents, abusive relationships, also reader is a runaway who drinks and smokes weed, and she definitely has some internalised misogyny

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Summer was dying, and you, who wore black jeans no matter how hot it got, couldn’t have been happier. Your trailer had no AC and you hated leaving your windows open at night.

Being a teenage girl living alone in a trailer park had made you cautious, and not without reason. In your experience, even men who seemed kind could turn out to be a threat.

Speaking of which, Eddie Munson was sitting on the front steps of his trailer, smoking a cigarette, as you stepped out of yours. With your schoolbag hanging off one shoulder, you locked your front door, and then shook the handle for good measure.

You avoided Eddie’s eyes, but he still called out to you. “Hey! Do you need a ride to school?”

“No, thanks.” He asked this on most days that he saw you, but usually you left so much earlier than he did that he didn’t have the opportunity. You would rather take the bus than get into the vehicle of a near-stranger. Particularly as you didn’t have anyone at home to notice if you went missing.

Usually Eddie knew better than to try and make conversation with you. You had made it very clear that you didn’t want to talk. But this morning, he stood up and began moving down the stairs towards you.

“Are you sure? It’s gonna be hot today. I’d hate for you to be stuck on a crowded bus-”

“Munson,” you interrupted as you drew level with him. He was still standing on the steps, so he towered over you.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck off.”

He raised his hands in surrender, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Fine. I was just trying to build bridges here, from one freak to another.”

You bristled. “Get fucked.”

His face fell at the anger on yours. “Wait, I didn’t mean-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you stalked away, your boots stomping heavily on the dry ground.

Eddie had been right about the bus. As the heat of the day rose, you found yourself sweating in a cramped tin can full of gross teenagers all trying to get to school. You closed your eyes and tried not to think about how pleasant it would be to stick your head out of the window of Eddie’s van and feel the wind in your hair.

It just wouldn’t be worth it.

When you got to school, you went straight to the restroom to spray yourself liberally with deodorant. You walked past a group of girls who were all wearing short skirts and low-cut tops, which was admittedly a much more practical way of dealing with the heat.

You tried not to stare. You weren’t about to be caught watching the sweat roll down into the crease of some cheerleader’s cleavage. Even glancing for a moment too long could be social suicide. Not that you weren’t already somewhat of a pariah. But at least, for the most part, the popular people left you alone.

Your first class of the day is English. That wouldn’t be too bad. As long as you kept your head down, the teacher didn’t bother you. Your grades weren’t great, but you kept up.

That was what you were hoping for, at least. This time, as you made for your usual seat at the back of the class, the teacher stopped you.

“You’re all going to be pairing up for a project, so you’ll need to sit with your partners.”

You felt the bottom fall out of your stomach. You hated group projects. You hated being forced to interact with people, and rely on them to get work done, and even worse, have them rely on you.

Your eyes scanned the blackboard, looking for your name in the list. You were paired up with Chrissy Cunningham.

That made your stomach clench. Not that Chrissy was particularly unkind, but she was a cheerleader, and she was friends with other cheerleaders, which meant that you were suddenly in their line of sight. That was the last thing you wanted.

Chrissy was sitting in the middle of the classroom, and the seat beside her was free. She was very pretty. Of course she was pretty. She was head cheerleader. It was practically in the job description.

Her blonde hair was scraped up into a ponytail, held together by a green scrunchie. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform – why did cheerleaders always wear their uniforms to class? – and pulling her books out of her backpack.

You didn’t say a word as you slid into the seat beside her. She glanced up at you, and almost imperceptibly wrinkled her nose. But you saw it.

It was probably the two cigarettes you’d smoked after getting off the bus. Of course she didn’t smoke.

Her expression brightened, but you could tell her smile was fake. “Hi,” she said. “I guess we’re partners for the project.”

“That’s what the board says.” You turned back towards the front of the class, not looking at her. How had she managed to piss you off already?

“I have cheerleading practice after school, so do you wanna meet up at lunch to get started?”

You groaned internally. Lunch was your time to go and find a private spot and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. Still, you supposed it was better than staying late.

“Sure. Whatever.”

“…Great.”

Some worksheets were handed out with details on the project. You had to research an author and give a presentation on their work. The presentation part would be easy, you supposed. Chrissy was pretty and charismatic, and clearly not shy, since she spent half her time doing flips in a tiny skirt, so you were sure you could persuade her to do the talking.

“Any ideas on who we should research?” Chrissy asked.

You shrugged. “I don’t care.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her frown. “Okay.”

The rest of the lesson passed without incident. You hardly talked, which suited you just fine. At the end of the class, as you stood up to leave, Chrissy turned to you.

“Meet at the library at one o’clock?” Her tone indicated a question, but you could tell this wasn’t one.

“I’ll be there.”

“Good.”

You grumbled all the way to your next class. All you wanted to do was keep your head down and stay out of trouble for your senior year. Scrape by with C’s and graduate right in the middle of your class.

Group projects made that harder. You were sure Chrissy wasn’t going to be satisfied with your bare minimum of effort. She was never going to be valedictorian, but she was reasonably smart, and got above average grades.

Her parents probably would’ve paid for her to get a tutor if there was even a whiff of falling behind. Everything had to be perfect with girls like her.

For your next couple of classes, you resumed your spot at the back of the room, which you were grateful for the opportunity to do. You kept your mouth shut and teachers ignored you. Just how you liked it.

In Math class, which was your final period before lunch, you groaned at the sight of Eddie Munson sitting in your usual seat.

Although Eddie, like you, favoured the back of the class, it wasn’t usually an issue, because he skipped so much that you hardly saw him.

You resolutely avoided his eyes as you passed him to sit at the back on the opposite side.

“Hey neighbour,” he said, but you ignored him.

At lunch, you had a few minutes before you were supposed to meet Chrissy, so you made your way around the back of the school building and sparked up a joint.

You didn’t usually smoke weed during school hours, but you figured you were going to need it if you were going to deal with Chrissy for forty-five minutes. You sat on the grass with your back to the wall and ate your sandwich between tokes.

Once the hazy, relaxed feeling had set in, you sprayed yourself down with deodorant and made your way back inside.

As promised, Chrissy was waiting for you in the library. You were a few minutes late, so she appeared to be getting a start on some different homework, exercise books spread out in front of her.

She looked up as you approached, and frowned. You wondered if she could smell the weed you’d been smoking. You scowled at her defensively.

“Hey,” she said. “I had some thoughts about who we could do our report on, if you don’t have any ideas?”

“Sure, whatever,” you said, sitting down in the seat beside her.

“I want to research Alice Walker.”

“Who?”

“She wrote The Color Purple. I read it last year, and, well, it was really good.”

“I haven’t read it.”

“The library probably has a copy of it. It would help if you read it.”

“Mm,” you said, non-committally.

As it turned out, the library did not have a copy of The Color Purple. Chrissy seemed unfazed.

“That’s fine,” she said, breezily. “You can borrow my copy.”

You balked at the idea. Last year, some jewellery had gone missing from a girl’s bag in the locker room during gym class, and the girl accused you of taking it. The teachers had searched you, your bag, and your locker, and found no evidence of the theft. It turned out that the girl’s friends had taken it from her as a prank.

Maybe it was because you dressed like a punk, or maybe it was because you lived in a trailer park, but it wasn’t the first time you’d been accused of stealing. The idea of Chrissy lending you her book made you nervous.

As she pulled it from her bag, you noticed how battered it was. The publishing date on the inside cover read 1983, so you knew she couldn’t have even had it that long. This was evidently a prized possession, which only made your nervousness worse.

“You don’t have to-”

Chrissy waved her hand dismissively. “It’s fine. This project will be a lot easier if we both have a reference point for the writer. Unless you have any other ideas for authors?”

Begrudgingly, you shook your head. In truth, it had been a long time since you’d read a book outside of English class.

As a child, you’d loved to read. Whenever your parents’ screaming matches became too much, or you needed to stay out of the way, lest their anger be turned on you, you would take a book and go out into the woods to read.

You read your copy of Alice in Wonderland so many times that the spine was falling apart, and sometimes the pages fell out, so you had to slide them back in.

You hadn’t taken much with you when you’d run away from your parents’ home, but that battered old copy of Alice in Wonderland was still in a box under your bed in your trailer. You’d put it there when you moved in and hadn’t touched it since.

“No, no ideas,” you said. “Thanks.” You took The Color Purple and slid it into your bag.

“I was hoping we could get as much of this project done as possible this week, because next week I’ve got cheer practice most days.”

You gathered that there was some big football game coming up soon, not that you paid much attention to that kind of stuff. You weren’t exactly overflowing with ‘school spirit’. “…Right.”

She looked back at you thoughtfully, her head tilted to one side. “Do you wanna come to my house to work on it this weekend?” Your mouth fell open. “I know it’s not ideal but the school library is closed on the weekend and it’ll be an opportunity to get a big chunk of work done. My parents won’t be home on Saturday, so you don’t need to worry about them.”

“…Sure.” Your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

She scribbled her address down on a piece of paper and then handed it to you. “Alright, I’ve gotta go. My friends will be wondering where I am. See you this weekend.”

You sat there, watching her leave, feeling like you’d just been steamrollered.

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