#and with some of them…I swear I saw distinct changes. not Just them opening up to the group

[void-tiger]

I think I’m just. Accepting that I’m pretty polarizing. I don’t really change, beyond trying to do the self-work of Always Kinder, Always More Accepting & Openminded, Always Braver, Always Learn Better Tact—y’know, those sorts of things. Putting in the effort to grow and maintain my growth and learning to cultivate a better relationship with myself than the one forced upon me.

But. That get’s back to I am polarizing.

Either I am—apparently—universally liked (uh, what the hell?!) or very much on the outs. Ostracized or Scapegoated or outright Targeted. Singled out.

Either I—apparently—inspire others to be kinder by being kind to them, and silently challenge them (or more directly 1:1) to be kind to themselves or “that’s actually not funny, I know you’re better than this.” Or…singling me out is what a group can all agree on.

But when I leave in either scenario, whatever dynamic a group has…falls apart. For better or for worse. But I also know my own family often get waspish with me over something I had no involvement with or snap at me for “judging” them when…I literally didn’t say anything. (I’m not allowed to have my own opinion with them anyway so why bother.) My efforts to be helpful and affirming and often hiding away the intensity of my emotions and stress with them and from them…don’t matter.

I either inspire others

Or I get under their skin

And there’s NO Tolerance for me not just…taking it. Being anything less than Perfect. While still hated for it.

Or placed on a pedestal but also locked in a glass case to gather dust from neglect.

…there’s really only. Once. When someone in-person and their family has pretty much seen the full spectrum of things with me. And stuck around anyway. But I still get under their skin. But…this time…I swear I’m seeing evidence of them doing self-improvement (although the one I have the greatest pull towards (brain wHY?! CHILL!!) got pretty self-flagellating about it. Hopefully they’ve chilled out about it—they’re kind, they accepted the full spectrum when my masking utterly failed. They made me laugh and with that actually start to FEEL again. Their own ambition inspired me to just. TRY again. And that is precious to me.)

And…yeah. That’s really all I’ve ever wanted: to be accepted enough for others IRL to want to care about me back.

I’m tired of being a used bandaid.

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Process Heavy

It started off so simply. A friend emailed me a link to a YouTube video promising to teach me about how to get some quick muscle. We had been swearing for months we were going to get on a consistent schedule to go, we just never did. I watched the 20 minute long video quickly. I hardly even noticed when it was over. But I felt energized enough to go on a run. That’s how it would start. I would watch the next video in the series and time would simply slip away. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. An hour. I started noticing changes, little things out of place. My water bottle half drunk in my car. Tee shirts in the laundry when I swore I washed them. Some new supplements I didn’t remember buying. It wasn’t until I popped one on Friday night and came to Monday morning fresh from the shower that I really started to get concerned.

At that point, I began noticing the physical effects. My previously smooth body had begun sprouting hair all over: my chest, my face, my arms, my ass. My voice easily dropped two octaves, deep and bellowing. And the muscle. They were not joking about growing muscle quick. My arms swelled as biceps, triceps, and forearms strained against my taught skin. Abs formed a cobblestone path down to a deep V. Firm pecs we’re established, but not for long. They continued to swell and stick out, heavy and juicy. They were almost hypnotic, the way they would jiggle as I walked. But that was nothing compared to my butt. Bubble would hardly describe it, they were pillow-like. A soft mix of muscle and fat filled out a rear that you could bounce a quarter off. Every part of me swelled and filled with power. That was when the smell really set in. No matter where I was, what I was doing, or how much I would wash I would catch this smell coming off of me. It wasn’t bad, in fact it was deep and masculine in a way that I couldn’t quite describe, but it drove me wild none the less. And I wasn’t the only one. Other bros around me would kind of drift off into their own worlds, with a distinct outline pushing against their pants. I’m not kidding dude, my boss drug me into a meeting last week. He started complaining about how my work was slipping but after just a few minutes he was basically in his own world as he just kinda leaned back in his chair and let it all hang out. I asked if I could go and he just kinda waved me off. There was a faint moan behind me as I closed the door.

At this point whole days were slipping by before I even registered they had started. It was this weekend that I somehow came to during one of my episodes. I was in the sauna in a gym I didn’t recognize. Two bros were in there, zonked out of their minds on my scent. But I realized that wasn’t all. In their state, laid back, sprawled on the bench, mouths hanging open, I saw a stream of liquid dribbling out of one guys mouth. Thick and viscous, I immediately knew the sight of jizz. I stumbled out of the room, leaving my towel behind. I texted my friend who sent me the videos in the first place. I hadn’t seen him since this had all began and I needed answers. I felt my scent catch up with me, tickling at my brain to go back into whatever trance I had been under. I wrapped a fresh towel around my nose and threw on the stringer top, shorts, and sandals I had in my locker. When had my feet grown so big? Free balling, I stormed out to my car and drove towards my friend’s place. When I arrived, the door was almost suspiciously unlocked. Who greeted me inside though was not the curly-haired, lanky, nerdy friend I knew.

He was ripped, oozed confidence, and passed a beer into my hands before I could even process.

“What, not what you were expecting? You didn’t think I would let you have all the fun did you?”

I knew then that this was all his design, his plan for me. I wanted to leave but, every small twitch of this man mesmerized me. Instead, he pushed me onto the couch, covered in his sweaty workout gear, and I began to sip on my beer. He looked me up and down, assessed me like a piece of furniture he wasn’t quite sold on.

“Well, I think you’ve processed long enough. I think it’s time to see what all that training has done.”

He pulled his shirt off and sat facing me in my lap. I was glued to my seat as this man tore my top off of me and pressed our exposed bodies together. My mind tried to to resist but my body betrayed me, as he raised my chin, slid his hand around my neck, and pulled my lips to his. I was enraptured. Our tongues danced as he began exploring my body with his hands. Quickly, he had my arms thrown behind my head as sweat trickled from my pits. He buried his face in and gave them a good sniff.

“Fuck babe, you’re ripe. Not as ripe as these though.”

He threw an arm back and guided my face to his pit. If my scent was good his was pure heroine. It consumed my mind as I felt my cock strain against my shorts. As I worshipped that stench, it kept growing and throbbing. My mind shut down, giving into raw pleasure. Nothing else mattered, I could live on this high alone. In this state, he pulled me out of his pit and asked:

“You want to live like this? You want to be controlled by your master’s scent?”

Fuck I did. Anything, I begged him, please. He gave me one last kiss as he walked out of the room, a video now playing on the TV.

“Then watch”

I felt myself slowly draining. A familiar voice droned out of the speakers, and I was throbbing for the release he would give me. In moments I was floating on nothing but the instructions of my master, and the scent of his used jockstraps lying around me…

Anyone who met you now would have never guessed how you started. A scrawny guy, stressed day in and day out at your corporate job, and cripplingly lonely. Any memories you had of that life were left somewhere in an apartment, nothing but dried cum on the floor and wall. The new you was sexy, outgoing, and confident. You worked out non-stop and did everything your master said to. You are dumb and obedient, with not a thought behind that flirtatious wink. But above all, you are horny. And guys can smell it. They can’t do anything but relax and submit, prostates being milked as they moan for more. The best get brought home and watch a few videos before being sent out into the world. Flex, fuck, propagate.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Lance knows he talks way too fucking much.

He started talking at seven months old. He never stopped. It was his older brother Marco, he thinks, who first called him Motormouth, but honestly he doesn’t remember. He’s been called that and Lancito Lorito longer than he can remember.

He loved the nickname, when he was little. His brothers or sisters or cousins or parents would groan, playfully, when they saw the look in his eyes, but always indulged his constant lectures and ideas and rambling. Motormouth meant you talk a lot but I like to listen. Motormouth meant I know you enough to have a trait I associate with you. Motormouth meant fondness and teasing and care. He loved that name.

When he was seven years old, one of his friends tugged her older sister over to where Lance was colouring with sidewalk chalk on the pavement.

“Look,” she’d said, gesturing to Lance but not talking to him. Lance had looked up from his chalk and smiled at her, opening his mouth to say hello but was interrupted by the subtle elbow she’s jammed into her sister’s side, and her muttered, “Watch this.”

“Hey, Motormouth,” she’d said, and Lance grinned, feeling something warm bloom in his stomach at her use of the nickname, oblivious to the choked-back laughter of the sister. “What was that thing you were talking about earlier? About the comet?”

If at all possible, Lance had brightened further, dropping the chalk and dusting off his hands as he’d launched into an explanation about the comet he’d been tracking with his dad. It was supposed to be visible for the first time in thousands of years that month, and he’d been buzzing with excitement about it. He talked about it to everyone who even appeared like they were maybe going to ask him about it. He’s rambled about it to the cashier at the grocery store the evening before.

“Just look at him,” his friend’s sister had said, something almost like awe in her voice, but not quite. Lance faltered, trailing off mid-sentence. “You were right. He’s like a wind-up toy.”

“Mo-tor-mouth,” his friend had said, in a distinct, sing-songy voice. “I told you I could make him do it on command.”

The girls burst into giggles. Lance had looked around, hesitantly, and found a number of his classmates giggling to themselves, at him or not he didn’t know, but he did know that he felt, distinctly, like he was in a zoo, and his friend was not his friend but a keeper who’d brought spectators to observe him and his freakish oddness.

Motormouth had felt, for the first time, like the insult he didn’t know it had always been. He felt trapped.

He’s grown since then. He’s no longer seven years old and oblivious to the fact that some people are quietly cruel. He knows the warning signs, now, of when someone is mocking him, of when he’s being treated like a pet, like an amusing little weirdo to cart around and show off. He knows the difference now between amusement and endearment.

But that feeling, that realization. The brick-to-the-face understanding that he was wrong about how other people cared about him the whole time he loved them.

He has never been able to un-know that.

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He and Keith have a system. Lance starts work earlier, and is home earlier too, so he makes dinner for them. Keith cleans up after, crawling into bed next to a half-asleep Lance if they eat late enough. Sometimes, though, Keith gets home early, finished a repair faster than he’d anticipated, and decides he wants to make them supper for a change. Today Lance sits on the counter, kicking his legs and eating half the vegetables Keith has cut, grinning every time Keith lets him get away with it.

“…And there was this one woman who came on the trails today, babe, I swear to God, she’s the same nightmare lady you had to deal with a couple months ago. You remember that?”

Keith hums, hiking up one shoulder.

“The cooking oil lady. Who threw her baby’s rattle at your head because you told her you couldn’t put canola oil in her engine to make things cheaper.”

Keith snorts. “Oh, that nightmare.”

“Yeah!” Lance says, muffled by the four slices of bell pepper he’s shoved in his mouth at once. Keith stares flatly at him and smacks his hand, but the corner of his mouth twitches, and he walks over to the fridge to grab a new pepper without a word of admonishment. Loser.

Lance doesn’t say anything for a moment, following a new, bell-pepper related thought, and startled slightly when Keith clears his throat slightly and prompts, “You met cooking oil lady?”

“Oh yeah! On the trails today. We had to shut down one of them because Selena — remember the red wolf I told you about? The one who sings the loudest in her pack and has the reddest fur? I named her Selena after the singer, yeah, you remember — had her cubs the other day! So she’s super duper extra protective of the whole area, basically, and so is the rest of the pack, so humans going near their area is going to freak them out and that’s not fair to anybody. Hey, did you know red wolves are monogamous? Most wolf species are but red wolves especially show a really strong family unit. It’s really cute, actually, Selena her mate always go on wolf dates and stuff and terrorize the park-goers —”

“Trail,” Keith redirects gently, turning off the burner and scooping their food into two plates. He grabs them both, flicking Lance’s hand away, and sets them at the kitchen island, arranging the plates so they’re sat next to each other instead of across.

“Right, trail,” Lance says. As soon as he sits down and starts to eat, one of Keith’s hands comes to rest on his thigh, palm curving around the inner flesh and fingertips resting gently on the ankle tucked under it. He moves his thumb back and forth slowly, not to instigate, just to touch. Lance leans against him without even thinking about it.

“So. Trial closed. Not even that busy of a trail, honestly. One of the least popular ones. But this lady shows up, stroller in camo and packed to the nines like a fuckin, tactical mom, or something, and starts just hauling ass down the trail, breezing past the closed sign. And I’m like.” He points his fork in Keith’s direction, so he can Get The Vibe. His boyfriend smiles into his stir fry. “I mean, I didn’t want to be the one to handle her. But no one else did, either, and let me tell you she was hauling fucking ass down that trail, and I didn’t want her to actually disturb Selena or anything, so I had be like ma’am. Please. The sign very clearly says closed. And she ignored me, so I just stopped in front of her, and then she started screaming at me! All about how she has been to this trail all the time and she’s a loyal park-goer and it’s a public park, as if that means anything. I seriously thought she was never going to stop.”

He hears the irony as soon as he says it. I thought she was never going to stop. He’s like a wind-up toy. He manages to stop himself from tensing, barely, diverting into something like a twitch. He’s aware suddenly that he has been talking nonstop from essentially the second he walked in the front door and was delighted to find Keith’s boots already at the door, hear the quiet clanking of him in the kitchen. He can’t even remember if he’d bothered saying hello, or if he’d just launched right into whatever word salad was on his mind. God, did he even start with a full sentence? He does that sometimes, he just starts from the middle of his own thoughts like anyone would have any idea what he’s talking about, he’s honestly just kind of obsessed with the sound of his own voice, he thinks, he must be, because he just never stops, does he —

“I hope I die first.”

Lance blinks. He looks over at his boyfriend, wondering if he spaced out long enough that his brain just made something the fuck up to get him back on track (wouldn’t be the first time).

“…Pardon?”

Keith continues to eat, unbothered, casual. He’s not even feigning casualness, either — he tends to half-lid his eyes when he’s pretending something doesn’t bother him. He’s completely at ease, right now, hand still warm and heavy on Lance’s thigh.

“Sometimes I just think about how there’s a possibility that you’ll die before me, I guess.” He turns to Lance, finally, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. That was emo. I just…you go silent, sometimes, and I’m worried I’ll have to miss every time you spoke.”

Lance doesn’t know what to say. For once, his revving engines are completely silent. He sits there, frozen, staring almost blankly at his plate. Keith is humming quietly to himself, something ridiculous and made-up. They’re still in each other’s spaces, the two of them, and so Lance knows Keith feels it when he shudders, slightly, as a lump grows in his throat, as he desperately blinks away the tears in his eyes.

Keith turns his head slightly to press a kiss to Lance’s hair. He holds his face there, lips pressed to Lance’s skin, soft exhales blowing strands of Lance’s curls.

“What’s wrong, Motormouth?” Keith murmurs. The concern is evident in his voice, and maybe some panic, too, like he’s worried he’s the reason Lance is upset.

Lance smiles. A tear escapes from the corner of his eye an burns a trail down his cheek. He wipes it, quickly, swiping a hand across his face before resting it on the hand that Keith still holds on his leg. Keith flips his hand palm-side up so he can interlock their fingers together. If he feels the wetness of the wiped tears, he doesn’t say anything, only their squeezes their hands together three times in quick succession.

There is no mistaking the fondness bleeding from Keith’s voice. There is no mistaking amusement for endearment, here.

Lance can be annoying. He knows he can. And he no doubt has moments where he annoys Keith, even. But he’s not seven, anymore. He knows to watch for the signs. And for whatever he can’t catch — he’ll just have to trust.

“Nothing,” he whispers, turning his head to catch Keith’s mouth against his. “It’s just nice to…know, I guess, that you love me.”

Keith hums, kissing back, reaching his free hand up to curl around Lance’s cheek, holding him gently. “Good. Don’t forget.”

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based on this post

[star-xxx1]

Can you do a Wanda and nat fan fic with a female reader??

Can it be a fluff at the start and then slowly an angst, then a good ending ❤️❤️

Their words and touch hurt like hell-

WandaNat x Avenger! female reader

Maria Hill x reader (for a mission)

Carol x reader

First fic, I have proof read this multiple times but im so sorry for any mistakes that may occur, please ignore them!

Summary : You loved your specials girls so much, but when a Agurment takes a turn and leads to a nasty break-up, you completely change for the worst, now they are trying there best to get back.

Warnings: Heavy angst with a happy ending, Self-violence, servere anger issues, accusations of cheating, slapping, self-neglect, swearing, allusions to smut, fluff, reader getting hurt, toxic relationships, Physical and verbal fighting, insults, depression, Insecurities being heightened, and more fluff...

These are some nicknames that the readers uses just so your not confused, the other nicknames used this fic are quite distinct: Mia (Maria), Care bear (Carol).

A alarm sounded thoughout the spacious, dimly-lit room. You stirred slightly, slowly you opened your eyes to be met with the beautiful sight of your girlfriend, Wanda, Dead asleep. You let out a small giggle.

You felt a pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around your waist tighten signalling that she was wake to, you knew that was your other goddesses of a girlfriend Natasha.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y turn off the alarm in room 6" you requested with a groggy voice.

The annoying sound soon stopped.

You tried to turn around in Natasha arms to face her only to be met with soreness shooting through your body, reminding you of the sensual advents of last night, you stopped in your tracks ending up on your back and let out a pained whine.

"You okay dekta?" Natasha Inquired worried.

"Yes, sweetheart, just really sore" you were able to say through gritted teeth to suppress further whines, completing the full turn around in her arms.

"Morning, love" She said with a huge grin plastered on her face from your pervious statment but that sneaky grin soon turned into a warm smile, Dam that smile you loved so much.

You blushed, burying your face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

"Morning" you replied back muffled, hugging on to her for dear life.

You knew what was happening to day and you hated it, you hated it with a burning passion.

Your girlfriends where going on a month long mission.

"Hey, what about me?" sounded a heavenly voice from behind you.

"Wanda!?" You questioned pulling back for Nats neck, looking back in excitement.

"Yes, honey" she landed a peck onto your lips making you smiled.

"Morning, Wands" Nat said smiling.

"Morning, Natty" Wanda replied back, you watched as she learned you over to steal a kiss from her.

Natasha soon sat up and pulled you onto her lap. You whinned again from your achy body being moved.

"I have training with Steve in 30 minutes" she said kissing your forehead as a silent 'sorry'. "Wanda can you please take care of our special girl"

"Of course babe" she said getting up and walking around the bed until she reached you, picking you up.

You wrapped your legs around her waist and her arms around her neck and closed your eyes basking in the warmness and soothing scent that radiated off her.

Wanda moved go to get ready for the day with you. She thought warm shower would help soothe your tight muscles, Leaving Natasha to go get dress and make her way down to the training floor off the compound.

You guys agreed that, you and Wanda would go meet Natasha after getting ready and making breakfast.

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After Nat had a shower and got dress for the day and she made her way down to the compound kitchen/living room. There she saw Tony and Thor bickering over something stupid, Clint on zoom with Laura, Steve reading a book, and Sam and Peter screaming over a game. She was pulled out of her trance when the mixture of your beautiful laughter and The smell of mouth-watering food hit her.

She looked over to the stove to see Wanda stirring soup and staring daggers into something or someone. Wanda sensed Nats entrance and met her eyes, soon gesturing with her head over to you and Carol.

Natasha's face soon dropped to, the sight of you laughing and hugging Carol infurates her.

Natasha and Wanda were Extremely possessive of you. Most of your Agurments were caused by this. Wanda and Natasha recently found out that your childhood best friend, Carol had a big crush on you. They didn't mean to find out but when Wanda powers when haywire from stress during an agurment with Natasha, she started accidentally reading everybody's mind including Carol who was then, currently comforting your crying form in her arms.

They had told you after everything had calmed down and apologises had been exchanged, you brushed it off not wanting to cause anymore stress during this time. They said to 'say away' but you couldn't you love her to much she was your best friend after all.

She moved to sit down at the kitchen counter, soon accompanied by you.

"Hi, baby!" you said, she pulled you into a tight hug and kissed your cheek. "Natty?" You aksed as she pulled away, she just stared at you, a mix of love and rage potent in her eyes.

"Foods ready!" Wanda shouted, making everyone drop everything there doing and run to the kitchen.

"umm okay let's just eat" you awkwardly mumbled.

Carol tried to sit next to you but was blocked by wanda, who when sat gave her a death glare. Wanda then pulled you on to her lap and Natasha moved into your pervious seat, gesturing for Carol to sit in her old one instead of next to you.

"But I want to sit next to Care bear!" You protested only to be met with the cold glare of the ex- assassin. That immediately shut you up.

After breakfast Wanda picked you up and took you to your room, followed by Natasha.

Natasha opened the door, soon you were met with the softness for your king size bed as Wanda threw you down, you looked up to see your girlfriends either side of the bed.

"Okay, why are you guys being like this?" You questioned.

"For a start you and 'Care bear'" Natasha mocked "Need to break what ever this is up"

"Okay? " you agreed.

"Good" Wanda smirked.

"Now, let's give our girl some cuddles before we leave" Wanda grined, as they both climbed in next to you.

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40 mins later and it was time, You felt distraught, watching them like a hawk as they moved around the room packing there mission bags and getting changed.

You let your tears free fall, once your girlfriends stood infornt of the bed with there suits on and bags tossed over there shoulders. You shot up and flung yourself into they're arms and they happily allowed you to just stand there holding them closely.

"Okay dek-" Natasha was cut of by you pulling her in for a deep long kiss only pulling away once you were completely deprived of air, taking a deep breath you turned to Wanda repeating your previous actions.

Once you pulled away you brought them into a tight hug once again

"I love you both so much, be safe"

"I love you too" they both chucked in sync.

Once they were out the door and up to the quinjet bay you flopped down on the bed and sobbed.

You cried until the lack of sleep from last night caught up to you.

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One week into being with out the loves of your life and your a total mess, you just miss you girlfriends so so so much. You miss waking up to them, you miss there touch, you miss the fun, you just miss everything about them. On top with that you had to break up your friendship with Carol which didn't end well.

During the nasty agurment, in the middle of a lot of insults, she told screamed at you that she thinks that Nat and Wanda were to possessive and you knew that well, to well, hell last time you hugged Carol for to long an agurment rose and it when all to shit. You really did ponder why the rest of the team didn't notice your fresh bloodshot eyes from crying because of the harsh words the two reheads unleash on you, especially with the severe anger issues the both hold.

One wrong move and all hell would break lose, thank god they only ever hurt you Verbally, you wouldn't stand a between the both of them physically.

You always felt a bit safer during the screaming matches with the promise they made a long time ago. "We would never do anything to hurt"

Hell you were wrong.

F.R.I.D.A.Y broke you out of your focus on tv, you were comfortably bundled up laying in bed with Natasha's grey hoddies and Wanda's black sweatpants.

"Miss y/l/n, Director fury would like you at meeting room 13 in 30m minutes"

"Okay, thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y I will be down soon"

"Nope problem miss y/I/n"

-------------------------------------------------------Once you got to the meeting room, Fury ushered you in. You took your seat waiting for the others.

Maria soon came in and your face lit up to see a close friend but soo dropped when Carol soon followed, closing the door behind her.

Maria took a seat next to you and Carol distanced herself from you choosing the seat furtherst away, which made you frown abit. You still are vexed at her but you still miss her.

Maria noticed your change in facial expression.

"You okay, Y/n/n? " Maria asked.

"Yep, Mia!" you quickly fixed your face, turning to her and nodding.

"Okay, ladies" fury proceeded to talk as you turned to face him

"I need you guys for a new mission, a dangerous, long one, are you guys up to this?"

All three of you nodded in agreement.

"This mission is about saving inhumans from a common enemy Hydra, You must inform no one about this mission even your closest of friends or family, once we put you on the list for the housing, which will done be once you reach your neighborhood, eyes and ears will be watching and we can't risk anyone else getting hurt. We are dealing with seriously dangerous people here. Do you understand me? "

"Yes" you all three answered.

"Good, now Maria and y/n you will have to act as a married couple, when I mean act, I mean acting full out, dates and public affection are mandatory. The only place you can act normal is the safe house's. It will be the only safe place and for you Carol you will be they're best friend and next door neighbor, you guys will watch the operation because Hydra Intel will be passed through during the waiting period until the inhumans arrival. Once they arrive you will storm the place and bring the inhumans here to safety" He then went on about other information, like your fake names and the apartment's addresses, and the date you guys well be returning.

You would be returning same day as your girlfriends, leaving today.

Once you had finished the meeting you had left the bland room and made your way up to your bedroom to pack and change into a different outfit.

When ready, you met Maria outside the compound and waited for Carol inside the car.

The whole drive you talked to Maria about the characters you guys would be playing. you both decided on a couple who couldn't keep your hands of each other.

God how Carol wished to be Maria so bad, so she could feel your lips on her and could be around you 24/7.

Once you arrived to the apartment's Carpark you felt uneasy. Exiting the car you pushed Maria against the car door and gave her a deep kiss you knew eyes where on you as soon as you passed them white, pearly gates and you knew you would have to play by this role to perfection.

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Once you had finally settled in, around day two on the mission you started introducing your self to the neighborhood including the Hydra agents, you got 'along' with them well, you thought Hydra was your biggest enemy but no your didn't know that the your biggest enemy would be the person you just fake - lovingly hugged in the lobby of the apartment complex, 5 minutes ago.

Carol.

Carol who loved you so deeply so deeply that she would kill for you. she knew about the toxic relationship between you and your girlfriends 'whom you loved so much' the thought of them with you especially in bed made her feel violently sick and oh how she wanted you all for herself.

This mission gave her the perfect opportunity for just that. She knew that you and Maria would go on a fake date today.

After getting ready and changing into a stunning red dress, you waiting for Maria in the lounge, around 15 minutes Maria came out in a lush, Royal blue dress.

"You look stunning Mia!" You remarked with a soft tone.

"Well thank you y/n/n, you too" Maria complimented back.

"let's go 'babe'" you joked and reached out your hand for her to hold. She glady took it and you both way down to the car park.

When you eventually got to the restaurant you notice that hydra agents had followed you here, clearly suspicious not falling for your married couple act yet, but you you didn't notice Carol there to.

Carol's big break happened when you asked whispered to Maria fake finger you under the table, you thought it would help knock of the agents. From the angle she was in it looked fake, but when she moved to an empty booth, it looked real. Maria moved her hand under the table and you pulled certain faces to Make it seem realistic. Carol snapped some pictures, a creepy smile stuck on her face and crept out to her car, once the hydra agents realised what you where 'doing' they soon left and you both laughed at there disturbed faces. After finishing your meal and paying the bill you and Maria headed back to the safe house, tried and wanting to sleep.

Maria eagerly guided you through the lobby and into the hallway, pushing you up against the door putting her lips against yours, making out with you. Carol snapped more pictures smiling to herself. 'Oh this gonna be so good' she thought to herslef.

When you finally got into the house after Maria struggled to put the keys in the hole, because of the steamy make out session, you whispered 'goodnight' which she replied with a friendly smile and off you went to your room to get ready for bed.

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It was last day on this long mission, Carol seem really happy despite the fact you guys where still ignoring each other, you didn't know why.

It was time to storm the hydra base after watching over it constantly. You had alerted the both of them about the arrival for three inhumans, all had power damping cuffs on which made your job more easier. After getting your suit on and breaking down the door it was action time.

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Misson failed..

You were so upset with yourself, you completely ingored the fact that you were bleeding out. You had gained a massive wound on your leg where a hydra agent stab you.

During the raid, many other hydra agents appear from a secret room that no one had eyes on. You where out numbered and were only able to get two out of three inhumans.

In your head you replayed the screams of terror and fear that came frlm the girl that you weren't able to save as she was roughly pulled away from the situation by other hydra agents.

Carol sped back to the compound hoping to get back to you back in time, Maria sat next you in the back seat applying pressure to the wound, rambling on to keep you focused and in the moment.

Looking at the two inhumans one seated at the front and one next to maria, you felt terrible for them they looked so tense and stress. This situation definitely didn't help them in any way.

The three of you had to sneak pass everyone, since the team and other agents been told that you all had taken time off. By the time you made it to the medbay You were unconscious. Maria wanted to stay but couldn't risk getting spotted it would make people suspicious, especially if she was seen in the medbay.

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You woke up to Dr. Cho walking around near you bed.

"Ah, Dr. Cho" you said ammused with a slight rough voice, one the many sideaffects of waking up.

"Hello y/l/n, before you can ramble on with a lot of questions -I know how you act as soon as you wake up in the medbay- you are now stable and will be out soon after I check your some of your vitals"

"Thank you"

"No problem" she asserted with a small smile.

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When you were in the med bay Carol sneaked through the halls of the large compound and into yours and yours girlfriends room. She carefully set pictures of you and Maria on the bed.

She did feel bad for doing this when you when hurt but she wanted you and wasn't going to wait any longer.

She snuck back out to the car, waiting for you with Maria. After a bit off hesitation you finally got up wincing slightly and snuck out to the car, furry had set up another safe house, immediately after he heard about the incident that had occur. letting out a big sigh once you were seated in the car, a wave of relief washed over you that other agents had picked up the inhumans and that they were safe now.

And with that Maria drove off.

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Once you made it back to the compound you faked entering as if you had just come back from a sunny holiday, and greeted everyone holding back your limp.

You dumped your bags in the lounge and made it the training area to fake the incident of your wound with Maria, just wanting to get it out the way. After training with Maria you limped over to medbay.

Staying in the medbay bathroom for around 20 minutes for a you shuffled out and made your way back to your room.

In there you saw your girlfriends, screaming you ran to them not caring about the pain. You wrapped your arms around them but when then didn't hug you back you pulled back and looked at them confused, seeing their red eyes, tears rolling down there cheeks "why are you guys crying? "

All of the sudden Wanda slapped you hard making to fall to the ground, you laying there in utter shock, tears rolling down your red cheek .

"What the fuck!?!" you scream out getting back to your feet.

"You cheating, lying bitch!" Wanda snapped at you.

"What are you talking about!?!"

Natasha held up the pictures of you and Maria and your stomach dropped know that this was a big misunderstanding.

"That's not what you thi-" you were cut off.

"I don't want to here it y/n!, Did you enjoy your 'hoilday'?" Wanda yelled, her tone showered with vemon, air quoting the word holiday.

This soon turn into a intense screaming match filled by the most foul, vile insults from your partners well, now ex partners as they had declared that 'they want to break up'.

You sobbed and cried but also started screaming things back to the women infornt of you.

Something you said about Natasha past triggered something in the ex -asssassin, she saw red and all the sudden you were down again but this time it wasn't and slap it was a hard, heavy punch.

Your lip was busted and your forehead was bleeding, you tried to get up but the ex - assassin jumped on you making hit your head on the floor she straddled yor legs unintentionally putting weight on your wound which made everything more painful.

You looked into her eyes, while she moved a hand to your chest to keep down, still screaming insults at you, offending everything about you.

She was trying to break you, and you would be lying if you said that her words didn't hurt like hell, you witness so much anger and hurt brewing in her eyes, she didn't mean this, they didnt mean this, did they? They were clearly blind-sighted by the pure rage they were feeling, right?

You didn't want to hurt the woman that once loved you but when she started punching your face, with no signs of stopping you knew you had to get her off.

You wiggled beneath the woman but was held down by Wanda's powers. You kept on trying to push Natasha off, but to your avail you had no luck.

finally you had an adrenaline surge between the sobbing, the pain caused by the harsh insults and the punching made it almost impossible. With the new found strength you push her off and was able to break through Wanda's powers, Natasha went flying onto the ground landing near the desk, her head starting bleeding form the impact with the floor, Wanda rushed to her side.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y open the door in room 6" you shouted.

You crawled to the door using the doorknob to help you get up.

Your face bloodied and battered up you started to limp out the door only to be met with a huge shock of suprise sharp pain.

Wanda had thrown a pair of scissors with her magic full force into your side.

Your mouth fell agape, almost falling to the floor you were able to catch yourself. A hand went up to the wound clutching it. You stumbled out the room and down the hallway.

You didn't even care to knock, opening the door Carol's head whipped up from her desk. When she saw the state of you she came running.

You partically fell into her arms.

"Y/n! " Carol Blurted out as she caught you. "We need to get you to medbay!"

"No" you breathed out shakily, slowly losing to the strong force of darkness that pulled you closer by the second.

You still loved them whole heartedly and didn't want them to get in trouble, even after doing this to you, you still put them first.

Eventually you lost the challenging battle and fell into unconsciousness.

Carol immediately grabbed her first aid kit and got to work knowing the basics form training.

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Once you were patched up, stable and comfortable in her bed, Carol stormed out her room and in to your ex- lovers room.

As she burst down the door and seeing wanda tending to Natasha head.

She didn't waste any time and started screaming at the two women, who were still quite angry, Natasha stood up and start Aguring with Carol.

After an other screaming battle, Carol threaten them and told them to stay away from you, as if they wanted to talk to you right now. Packing your stuff she retreated back to her room to take care of her love.

She did feel absolutely terrible to make you suffer, she didn't mean for you to get hurt, but at least you were hers now and she was there to sweep up the pieces of your broken heart and mold you into her little prefect, pretty doll.

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You woke up, Pain engulfing your body soon followed by the rememberance of last night making your heart drop into your chest grief filling it up to the brim but you noticed a comforting warmness next to you, that gave you hope that is was one of your girlfriends and that everything that happened was a way too realistic nightmare. You turned your head over to see Carol.

That snapped you back into reality harshly.

"Carol?" You groaned, her eyes fluttered opened and she let out a small smile.

"Hi sweetie" her tone welcoming.

"I'm really confused, what happened to the pair of Sisscors lodge into my sid? and-"

She cut you off.

"Shhh,It's okay sweethart I patched you up and dealt with your ex's" she said as she brought and hand up to your face wiping the tears away "I will take care of you until you feel better "she pressed a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you, i- I'm so sorry" you wept.

"It's okay, honey I'm sorry too" she apologized. Putting her arm around your waist and shuffled next to you, holding you close and as you sobbed.

"Hey, princess can you please try to explain to me what happened so I can get a better understanding of what happened and so you don't have anything lying on your chest, if you do it now you won't have to do it to ever again, promise."

you caught your breath and started explaining "okay... "

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After explaining to Carol the situation and venting, she gave you more comfort that you desperately neede right now, however it did deepen her guilt but you were here now and that's all that mattered.

After some more cuddling and kisses on the head she left to make breakfast for the both of you.

Walking down she saw Natasha and Wanda acting all lovey like nothing even happened between the three of you, However Natasha did look a bit dazed out, seeing that made Carol's hatred for the women grow.

After making the food, she brought it up to her room and softly woke you up. Eating with you while watching your favourite tv show in bed.

Wanda and Natasha notice her taking two plates up to her room, assuming you were in there, it made them hate you even more for going to the one person they said not too, but hey you weren't with them anymore. After all they wouldn't want 'a weak bitch like you.'

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After around month of Carol taking caring of you to started making appearances around the compound explaining to the rest of the team that you were still alive and that you 'were in training and you got hurt badly so Carol took care of you for a while'

Everyone had sus-ed out that you, Wanda and Natasha broke up form the way you actively avoided and ignored each other.

During, the period of recovery you fell into great depression, you were so hurt and mad, they didn't even let you explain you thought daily. You also had the burden of that failed misson on your shoulders. you needed to put that hurt and anger somewhere.

Who Knew that, them two advents would mixed and fuel the person you are now.....

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"No! " Wanda screamed at natasha, they were Aguring once again, they missed you so badly but also hated you guts for what 'you did to them'. They weren't the same with out you.

When Natasha left the room in a fit of rage, Wanda started losing her mind, well quite literally her it filled with other people's thoughts and serects. The stress for so many agurements with the other red head during the week, caused another power malfunction.

Wanda found out about Carol's big scandal.

She fell to floor clutching her chest after realising what she did to you, she threw them Scissors at you, you she cause you grand pain mentally and physically, she broke the promise, she Let Natasha beat you mercilessly infront of herself, she let you suffer.

She sobbed aggressively on the floor, hours until Natasha came in. She immediately ran to Wanda, pulling her into her lap

"Wands, what wrong?!?!" She was worried. She knew it wasnt about the agurement because she usually wouldnt cry over an agurement of that scale.

"S-she didn't cheat"

"Huh? What yes she did?"

"Carol set her up, she was on an mission, one that she couldn't tell anyone about, Maria and y/n had to play a married couple it was all fake, everything, the misson failed and y/n got hurt, she almost bled out Nat!, she is assigned to revist it soon, we hurt her badly!, she was innocent all along, we didn't even let her explain"

Natasha bursted out crying at Wanda's words.

They held each other in sorrow and despair. They thought you deserve all the pain but you were innocent.

They were going to get there you back.

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After calming down they quitely got ready for bed, they miss the cuddles you would smother them with and your sweet laugh. Huddled up in bed wanda explain every little detail about the mission and the together they devised a plan to get you back that they would start tomorrow and with a goodnight kiss the lights when off.

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In the morning Natasha and Wanda woke up determined to make you Theirs again. They woke up a bit more earlier to run into you, since it was one of your tactics to wake up earlier to prevent running into them. Today they would just watch you form a far to see how you are doing.

After getting ready they made there way to down the kitchen where you sat on island, phone in hand, Carol's hoodie on,hood up. You tensed up at sight of them almost throwing up in fear. You quickly grabbed a bottle of water which was your breakfast and quickly moved back to your girlfriend's room. Yes that's right girlfriend you Carol had started dating after she finally confess and you can't lie you caught feels to after wanda and Natasha left you. You thought wearing Carol's hoodie would be bad idea because if you happened to run into the women again you feared it would anger them.

It made they heart drop knowing that Carol currently had you. They hated it but they would get you back no matter what.

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You went to get ready for training.

Training was more like self- torture that you inflicted on your self. Carol helped easing some of the pain, but there was still so much left, so you decide to throw yourself into work, especially training for the revist, that little girls screamed taunted you and your dreams.

You always train early so you can avoid everyone especially Wanda and Natasha.

You made your way down to the training floor and started a 2 hour long torture session in a private training room. Pushing yourself pass your limits and still didn't stop. Carol finally came in and was able to get you stop, she carried you to her room while whispering sweet nothings into your hairline, placing you down o the bed to rest.

The two red heads watched this scene with you and Carol unfolded. Wanda noticed how you always cover up more then you used to this started to make her to suspect that you were hiding two things...

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The ex-spy and witch watched you for a week and were mortified by the out come of their actions. You had changed a lot, you didn't get any sleep due to nightmares of the incident, and wanda was right you stopped eating,you were also trying to actively hide your body since to them you were and 'slut and whore' only drinking water they since insulted you about your body, you tried to change your appearance due to them coming at you for that to and you also became very cold hearted to everyone around you but not towards Carol, no, you were angel towards her.

Today was the last day before the revist and you wanted to train like crazy to make sure you were going to succeed this time.

To your despair you woke up late today because of Carol. She thought that you deserve a rest and turned of your alarm after you fell asleep, drained because of a certain thing you and your girlfriend did.

When you woke up, you realized you where behind scheduled and shot out of bed rushing to get ready for the day.

More frustration was added to your pitiful day when you noticed all of your less revealing training outfits were dirty or in the wash. You had to settle for and training bra and shorts. You grimaced looking in the mirror looking, the two big scars on show.

Wiping your tears away, you made your way down to the training rooms.

However to your horror all the private rooms where in use. Upset you trudged down to train with the rest of the team. You walked into the lagre room you haven't been seen in a while, you felt eyes upon you making you more uncomfortable, wanda and Natasha heart both skipped a beat seeing you, a wave of guilt wash over them as they're saw the large scar on your side and the little scars littered now and again on your face.

"Holy, shit it's Y/n! " Sam shouted out, cheers of excitment filled the room.

You gave everyone a deadly glare avoiding the eyes of your ex-girlfriends and moved to the blue punching bags and put a of pair red, soft gloves on and started the extensive day of training.

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The team were extremely impressed by your stamina, as you punched away for what felt like hours on end, you felt a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

"hey, baby, can you maybe take a break, at least from this?" She whispered in your ear as you continued on, completely ignoring her question.

"Please" she asked, stretching out the e.

"No"

"Pretty please"

"Ugh fine!" You Shouted causing the team to look at you.

You broke free form her arms, quickly taking off the gloves and throwing them onto the floor. You moved over to the fight simulator, it was a big glass box that spawned matter- holograms for you to fight.

You stared at the control panel, looking at your options, easy, medium and hard, most people couldn't even make past medium but you wanted to succeed.

After selecting hard, you stepped in starting mentally preparing. You moved into a defense pose, waiting for the countdown to get to zero.

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Around 30 minutes, your grunts started getting heavy causing them to escape the glass box and into the main room.

This drew attraction towards you. The whole team stopped what they were doing and watched in pure amazement as you never stopped, you body litter with bruises and cuts, hands bruised and abused, As you mindlessly kept on flipping, punching, kicking, and defending yourself. You never stoppped moving. pulling tricks they had never seen before or didn't even know was humanely possible, it was you vs a lot and you were wining. Around 5 minutes later, the team started getting worried was there notice the tears in your eyes, you refused to let yourslef stop moving. You were like a zombie that couldn't break free.

You hand been in there for around 2 hours now.

"Some turn this off! " Tony ordered, worried about you. Carol ran over to the control pannel and rapidly typed in the pin, pressing the bright right stop button.

As soon as simulation stopped and the the blue holograms fadded away with a zapping sound you fell on your knees started hysterically crying. Carol tried to come in but you screamed no.

That's when Wanda and Natasha knew they had to help you even if you didnt want them to, they were the only one's who knew how to calm you down during times like this.

As they entered the room you didn't notice them until Natasha scooped up your crying form, you fought and screamed more, realising that it was her, hitting her chest over and over again, trying to get out of her grip. She starting walking out the door and into the hallway towards the elevator. Carol rush after the two women.

"Hey, shes mine! " Carol screamed out still rushing after them.

"No!" Wanda whipped around, blasting Carol with her magic making her soar back and tumble to the ground.

Once Wanda joined Natasha in the elevator you had calmed down a bit slightly snuggling into her chest as she held you bridal style, missing her and her scent.

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When Natasha sat down on the bed you guys used to share. She tighten her grip around around you and as Wanda kneel down infornt of you with putting both hands on your thighs. She began talking.

"Im so sorry Dekta, we're so sorry, we know your innocent, Carol framed you" Your eyes widen, and brows furrowed, Carol did this? "We miss you, please come back to us, well didnt mean to break our promise, I know it well take time for you for to trust us again, but let us work on that as a couple, please Dekta come back to us." She said holding eye contact, pleading with her eyes. You nodded.

"Im Sorry, and also sorry for all the insults too" Natasha added, kissing your forehead.

"I forgive, Sorry too for the insults too" you replied.

"Dont be, we deserve it" Wanda said getting up.

"Will you come back to us dekta? " wanda asked.

"Yes" you uttered out.

Natasha immediately showered your face in kisses, cheering you up.

"I'm delighted hunny" Wanda said as she took you out of Natasha arms and into hers. "let's get you cleaned up".

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Wanda carried you to the bathroom, and set you done on the counter, Natasha helped you get undress as, Wanda turned on the shower and set aside some of her's and Natasha's clothes for you to wear for when you finish.

Once you were undress, Wanda had return to you and Natasha.

"Do you mind if we join?" Wanda asked with a smile.

"I don't mind" you returned the smile to her.

After Nat and wands got undress they helped you into the shower.

Natasha stood behind you as she washed the grime out of your hair as Wanda lathered up the loofah as softly washed your body. Natasha and wands soon clean up each other, scrubbing off the thin layer of dirt from training.

The ex - spy soon left, soon coming back wrapping you, herself and wands a up in big white, fluffy towels, giving you both a big kiss.

After Nat blowdried your hair and braided it.

Wanda helped you get dressed leaning down and kissing your scar.

"I'm so sorry"

"It's okay" you empathized cupping her face, she leant into your touch, happy to have you back.

Once you were all dressed, you were thrown onto the king size bed, then suffocate by the two redheads. You were devoured by there beefy arms, happy to die this way.

finally you felt safe and happy again, ready for the revist. You could take on the world with your special girls.

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Nat and Wanda held you as could as they physically could, they watched you as your chest rised and fell over and over again. Happy that you finally were getting a good night's of sleep. They soon fell into slumber too.

They loved you so much, they would get Carol back for making them hurt and break you, they were going to make it painful and torturess, Ruin her and her life but they didn't want their little angel to know about the pure pain that there were going to inflict on this women, especially not when you had had a big day tomorrow...

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Hiii :) I Hope you enjoyed this, it took like 3 days!!!

Part two here

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Couples Getaway, Part 3 (Kinktober: Partner Swapping)

Series: Couples Getaway

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader, Dave York x Carol

Summary: This year, you vacation in Tuscany and change some rules

Word count: ~2.1k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: partner swapping (everyone is enthusiastically consenting), voyeurism, exhibitionism, PIV, oral (m and f receiving), I’m choosing to leave a little out for the sake of the “plot,” please DM me if you have concerns, but I think you’ll be ok

A/N:  When I saw “Partner swapping” on @flightlessangelwings kinktober prompt list for today – my wedding anniversary lol – I just knew that I had to revisit these four.  Happy anniversary @drillingkat, I hope you like this one as much as the other 2 ;-)  This probably could be read standalone, but would be better enjoyed if you’ve read the first two parts linked below.  Enjoy!

Series Masterlist  -  Part 1 (1.5k)  -  Part 2 (2.3k)

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Taglist – link in my bio

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You awake and stretch your body dreamily on the bed.  You smile contentedly to yourself as you take in your surroundings.  To one side, the view of the Tuscan hillside greets you through the doors of your veranda.  Rolling hills dotted with distinctive Italian cypress trees stretch as far as you can see.

On your other side, Marcus stirs and rolls away from you – one long, muscular leg stretching over the duvet.  Your gaze lingers on his tousled brown hair… the expanse of his back… the dip at the top of his bottom as it disappears under the covers.  You’re tempted to run your fingers down his spine just to watch goosebumps rise across his golden skin or slip your hand over the curve of his waist and wake him up hard and wanting.

But that’s when you hear them.

The now familiar sound of Dave and Carol fucking wafts in through the open doors along with the Italian breeze.

You swing your legs off the side and pad out onto your veranda.

Dave and Carol are on a lounge chair by the pool below you – naked and gleaming in the sun.

Beautiful.

You lean against the wrought iron railing to get a better view. The warmth of the morning sun heats your bare skin as arousal builds in your core.

In past years on this trip, the sexual escapades took place behind closed doors… except for the one night when you swapped partners.

Sure, you heard Dave and Carol fucking in their room, and they heard you and Marcus.  No one made any effort to quiet down.  You all readily admitted to how arousing it was.

This year, the four of you had decided to drop that barrier.  In your rented Tuscan villa, no room was off limits. No audience was discouraged.  It was wanton.  Hedonistic.  Fucking HOT.

You are caught up watching Dave and Carol’s lithe bodies tangle with each other, so don’t notice Marcus behind you until he slides his hands around your middle and kisses your neck.

You moan and lean into him.  His cock is already hard, nudging against your bare ass.  Pajamas have no place here.

“How nice of them to wake us up with a show,” Marcus mumbles low in your ear as his hands move upward to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples.

“Best alarm clock ever,” you whimper as one of his hands drops between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans against you as he kisses down your spine, bending you forward to grip the railing in front of you so he can slide into your soaked pussy.

You gasp at the stretch, so delicious without any prep.  Marcus swears as he bottoms out, gripping your hips tightly as you flutter around him.

He fucks you slowly, making sure you feel every ridge and vein of him drag against your walls.  You press back into him with every stroke, chasing friction as Dave and Carol reach a crescendo by the pool.

It doesn’t take long before Marcus’s powerful thrusts have you at the edge of orgasm.  You hear Carol come and follow quickly after her.  Marcus shudders to his climax behind you.

You stand and lean back against Marcus.  He pulls you into his broad chest as you catch your breath.

A quick morning fuck has only given you a little relief from the fire pooling in your belly.  A fire that has been steadily growing as this trip approached.

This year, it is up to you and Carol to initiate the partner swap and your men have no idea what’s in store for them.

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The four of you tumble, laughing, out of the hired car in front of your rented villa.  You and Carol had vowed to make sure the group didn’t go past tipsy on your wine tasting tour, but you certainly flirted with that line, as evidenced by Marcus and Dave bowled over with laughter and bumping into each other as they make their way up the steps and inside.  You don’t want anyone to be drunk, but a little liquid courage might be needed tonight.

You follow them in, rolling your eyes at Carol over your husbands’ antics.  The two men are so different, yet so alike in many ways.  You slip out of your sandals and walk barefoot across the cool stone floor admiring the view of the setting sun out the window.  The beauty of this place will never stop taking your breath away.

The owners managed to preserve the villa’s old-world charm – stone floors, wood beamed ceilings, creeping vines – while adding in modern conveniences – luxurious bathrooms, a gorgeous pool, a plush sitting room.  You head to the sitting room now.

Tonight is the night you and Carol have been planning.

Marcus tries to pull you down after him as you direct him towards the couch.  He’s been predictably handsy all afternoon.  The man loves you in a sundress.

You don’t allow him to pull you onto his lap.  Instead, you stand between his legs and take his face in your hands.

“You good?” you ask, looking deeply into his chocolate brown eyes and… he knows.  The haze of wine and sunshine that had been clouding his vision burns off in an instant and is replaced with a sparkle of excitement.

“Yes,” he replies enthusiastically.  You press a lingering kiss to his lips.  A promise that you are his and he is yours.

You pull back and see that Carol is also stepping away from Dave.  The two of you stand side by side facing the men on the couch.  It reminds you of that first night in the pool two years ago – you and Carol facing your men, about to change the group dynamics forever.

Adrenaline courses through your body – tingling from your toes to your fingertips.  The rush makes you dizzy.

Dave rests his elbows on his knees, eager and intense.  His dark gaze sweeps over you and you shiver despite the warmth of the evening.  Marcus sits up straight and excited at the edge of the couch, like a golden retriever waiting to be told he can have his treat.

You and Carol glance knowingly at each other, suppressing the excited giggles that threaten to bubble up.

You both begin undressing – shedding sundresses, bras, and underwear.  The men wait at attention for their instructions.

Once you’re standing fully naked in front of them, basking in their lustful gazes, you and Carol turn towards each other.

Carol reaches for your arm…

You tuck her hair behind her ear…

She presses her lips to your neck…

“Oh my god,” you hear Marcus’s strangled exclamation.

“Fuck yes,” Dave hisses beside him.

No one ever said which partners were swapping.

Arousal tingles across your skin.  Your nipples are already incredibly hard when Carol closes her soft lips around one.  You throw back your head and moan.  Her hand travels down to your mound and you wobble unsteadily on your feet as blood rushes from your head.

She guides you back gently to a chair and encourages you to sit.  Your eyes flicker open.

Dave stands before a still seated Marcus.  He has taken off his shirt and his pants hang open and low on his hips.  You can’t hear what he’s saying over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.  Marcus stares up at him entranced as he unbuttons his shirt.

Marcus nods.

Dave lowers himself to his knees.

Your cunt clenches.

You know Dave has been with other men and Carol with other women.  They both speak freely about it.  You and Marcus haven’t had the opportunity to explore those desires yourselves, having only discovered your adventurous sexual sides since you’ve been together.  You were both pretty vanilla when you met, but as the trust has grown between you, you’ve been able to indulge each other’s curiosity.  It has only brought you closer together.

Carol pulls your nipple back into her mouth as she brushes her thumb over your clit.  Just the tiniest of touches sends spasms of pleasure through your body.  You have been so worked up thinking about tonight that you’re already on the edge of orgasm.

You manage to open your eyes as she sinks a finger into your fluttering heat.  You want to see what the men are doing.

Marcus grips the couch cushion, panting, as Dave stokes lightly up and down Marcus’s long shaft.  He then lowers his head and takes Marcus’s cock in his mouth.

You clamp down on Carols’ fingers as your orgasm crashes into you.

“That was too easy,” Carol teases as she strokes you through it.  She watches her fingers disappearing into you and licks her lips.  You swear as she presses her tongue to your still pulsing clit.

Carol reduces you to a puddle of need with her tongue and fingers.  Marcus’s moans and the low rumble of Dave’s praises provide a swirling backdrop of need as you edge closer and closer to another climax.

When it does come, you surrender fully to the pulsing and throbbing of your core.

Shuffling sounds from the couch bring your back to yourself.  Dave stands fully naked in front of Marcus now, cock bobbing between his legs.  He runs his fingers through Marcus’s hair as Marcus looks up at him with puppy dog eyes.  He is once again a golden retriever waiting for his treat.

You watch transfixed as Marcus grips Dave’s hips, his thick fingers digging into Dave’s muscular ass.  Marcus drags his mouth the length of Dave’s thick cock before taking him inside.  Dave hisses and rocks his hips forward.

They’re so beautiful that you hate to look away – Michelangelo would have been inspired – but Carol has been so generous with you, and you want to return the favor.  You climb off your chair and direct her to lay back on the plush rug.

You run your fingers down her body, teasing her nipples, feeling your own tighten in response.  You swirl your tongue around the pretty pink peaks, sucking gently, then harder as she responds to you.

You taste your way down to her pussy, already glistening with arousal.  This is a new experience for you and you want to get it right.  Circle, press, suck… you find your rhythm and lose yourself kneeling between her legs, living for the sounds she makes and the way she rolls her hips.  

You startle when big, warm hands grip your uplifted hips.  The men have joined you on the rug.  Marcus is behind you, caressing your ass, looking both blissed out and desperate.

“Don’t stop,” Dave instructs from his position near Carol’s head.  “Make my wife come.  You’re doing so well, isn’t she baby?”  He caresses her face, and she nods.

“Let me suck your cock while I come,” Carol whimpers.  Dave positions himself so that she can take his weeping cock in her mouth.  She moans and he swears under his breath.

The desire to wreck Carol the way she wrecked you burns low in your belly as you resume your ministrations.  Marcus slides deep into your pussy and you whine against Carol’s wet folds.

He thrusts into you deep and slow, building friction gradually as you focus on Carol’s pleasure.  The debauchery of it all stokes the fire in your core.  The four of you reduced to tangle of limbs and primal urges.  Your very own bacchanal.

Soon, Carol is shuddering beneath you, crying out around Dave’s cock.

Marcus pulls you up and back against him, ramming himself faster into your wet heat.  You twist around to face him, pounding hearts touching, friction building, and dive in for a kiss.  The four of you mingle on your tongues.

It’s frantic and desperate.  Your bodies so familiar to each other, so good at finding the perfect angle and rhythm.  You drive each other higher, gripping hips and shoulders, searching for your release.

You reach your peaks together as Marcus babbles thank yous into your skin.

Thank you for helping him explore…

Thank you for trusting him…

Thank you for taking a risk…

Thank you for loving him…

Thank you for being his…

The world around you disappears as you look into the eyes of your husband – blissed out and adoring.  You trace over his gorgeous features with your fingers.  His angular nose, his sharp jaw, his swollen lips.  You’ll make plans for next year soon.  The four of you will travel somewhere exciting and have a week of glorious sex, but until then, Marcus is only yours and you are only his.

You couldn’t be happier.

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Candle ligth Pt4

trigger warning: cussing, smoking, not proof read, erm idk. kinda rushed revolation erm yea i hope this is ok, lm if i should change anything, some inacurate use of drugs and names for them like more modern names for stuff. spelling

Your pov

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I woke up in the morning to the semblance of sunlight shining in my eyes. I groaned and turned over trying to fall back asleep but soon started to cough after I inhaled smoke in my lungs. I sat up and looked around the room only to see ash sitting on his bed smoking a cig.

“Ash what the fuck, its like 9:00am or some shit why the fuck are you smoking” i groaned in irritation, looked at me and rolled his eyes. I was surprised since he rarely ever did smoke anything that wasn't weed

“Yea well too bad, pol said it was ok too before you ask.” he said rather bluntly but i could swear i saw a slight smirk at the edge of his lips.

“Yea well good for you, also when did you even start smoking anything but weed .” I said confused, he inhaled the smoke from his cigarette and blew it out. Before he could respond i herd a nock on the door.

“Hello?” i said not knowing if it was pol or one of her maids who was knocking on the door.

“It's me” I heard pol's distinct voice say, she opened the door and saw me and ash looking at her with curious eyes. She breathed in before speaking “Tommy is having a ballet and he wants you two to come to supply stuff we don't have. You need to leave by the time the ballet starts. Please while there do not say anything you would usually say.” Me and ash shared a look before looking back at Pol

“What type of drugs do you need and what do you mean don't say what we usually say are there gonna be some high class shits there or something.” Ash said, I nodded as I continued to stare at pol. I was suspicious about why she seemed somewhat uneasy.

“That's what I mean, don't talk like that when you're there, there will be some important people there try not to talk to them. If they talk to you first, that's different.” she said with a serious tone. She took a puff of her own cigarette. The room slowly started to smell more and more of smoke making me cough slightly.

“What should we wear there and do you have a notepad so i can write down what we need to bring pol.” I said while getting up from my bed and going over to the desk.

“If they are in the 2nd there should be a pen in there as well, we need some cannabis and morphine. The money will be there when you arrive one of the maids will show you where it is” she said, i wrote down what and how much that was needed.

“Also it's formal so I expect you two to look nice and not like you just walked out of a pub. It's this friday” she said, i chuckled a little bit.

“We will make sure to look presentable for those rich fucks dont worry.”i said and looked over at Ash to make sure he heard me. I turned around as I stood up from the chair and folded the note.

“And if anyone asks why you're here say you make art and that's why you're here so (y/n) i need you to paint a picture of anything really just to cover you two. How far along are you with the painting of Tommy and lizzy” she said, I looked at her and nodded. The way we often covered up drug sails was by smuggling it in through art. 

“I'm almost done with just some touch ups I need to do to the background but it should be done. But if i want it to be done by this friday i need to get back home know” i said with urgency in my voice.

Pol looks at me and nods her head “ok well i'll get the car started don't take too long to pack up anything you brought.” she said as she left the room

“Thank you Mrs. Gray "I yelled out, I started to pack the few things I brought and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and make myself look presentable. I stuck my head out the bathroom and looked at ash

“Yo are you gonna come with me or stay here?” I asked him as I walked back into the room while grabbing my bag. Ash looked at me and shook his head.

“Nah i think ima stay here for a bit try to get in contact with fez.” he said looking at me and smiling slightly.

‘’Ok well stay safe ash and don't get yourself into anything stupid okay i got people that will tell me if you do.” i said while lightly punching him in his shoulder

“Aye what? (Y/n) the fuck do you mean you got people?” he said confused, as i walked out the door i turned and sent a playful grin towards him before leaving the room and closing the door behind me. As I walked down stares I could hear people talking. When I got down I saw it was Aberham Gold and Polly.

“Toms got a fucking trues with them Pol-” he stopped once he saw me. The thing was he didnt know who I was but I knew of him. I knew his son had been killed by the billy boys and that he was a good shooter.

“Sorry if i'm interrupting anything.” I said to them I shifted my eyes to the floor to put up a nervous front. “Pol, ash said he's gonna stay here for a bit. I thought I should let you know.” I heard footsteps come over to me. I looked up from the ground and saw Pol looking at me.

“That's fine but are you fine being by yourself at home?” she asked like a concerned mother or maybe she was just asking to be kind either way it confused me somehow.

“Well at home there are weapons so if anyone tries anything I'll shoot them.” i said a bit quieter compared to my normal tone. Pol looked at me and nodded her head. I noticed Aberham looking at me with an unreadable look on his face. I felt a smirk appeared on my face, i shifted my eyes between the two of them

“ This is your boyfriend Pol?” I asked with a giggle. I could see both of them roll their eyes and pol pushed me to the front door. 

“Get in the car (Y/n) I'll meet you there in a minute.” she said with a playfully annoyed voice. I laughed and waved to Abraham and walked out to the car. I opened the door and set my things down next to me in the other seat. I took  out a cigarette and lit it, but not before opening the door of the car and getting out. I observed the neighborhood, it was a higher class neighborhood compared to the others in Birmingham, the skys were clearer and it was more quiet. I noticed a car parked outside of a house with someone in it. It appeared to be a man but it was hard to tell. But what I could tell is that they were looking at Pol's house. I blew out some smoke from my cigarette and threw it on the ground and snuffed it out. I looked back up at the car and noticed they were looking at me now. I stared back squinting my eyes for some hope to see through the tinted glass of the car windows but before I could get a good look I heard the door open. 

“Well let's go (Y/n), Oh and this is Abraham gold, Abraham this is (Y/n).” she said as she got in the car Abraham followed and sat next to her. I got into the seat behind them. As the driver got in the car I took note of abraham. He was wearing working class clothes. He had gray hair that looked like it was just cut. 

It seemed that he sensed my eyes on him as he turned his head to look back at me, i smiled “Nice to meet you Mr. Gold sorry for intruding on your conversation with Ms.Gray”

“Nice to meet you (y/n), you have a last name don't you?” he asked, smiling back at me.

“If I did , you would know it. I was adopted and given my name by my grandmother.” i said looking at him, it wasn't a lie necessarily i was given a name by my grandma but i changed it to (Y/n) after a while i mean Ash might of kept his but no one calls him ashtray. I changed my name to (y/n) after we moved out of the states, there's no document of it though. There's no documents of my old name either, But I like it that way because it makes it easier for me to keep a low profile and harder for people to research me beyond what I do on a daily basis.

I turned and looked at the window and watched as the houses passed by, my eyes looking around anytime we made a stop. To try to find anything that would interest me, I could hear the voices of pol and abraham but i didn't listen to what they were saying. I didn't care, I just wanted to get home.

Time jump

The car stopped outside of my house, it was a small house but bigger than the ones in small heath, it was an old farmhouse but not like tommys it was more of a mansion. We didn't grow anything, though maybe some flowers or corn but that was all.

“Thank you for taking me here Ms. Gray, I do appreciate it a lot” I said before getting out of the car and grabbing my things. I closed the door behind me and waved before walking up to the house.

Silently, I turned the doorknob and entered the room. Gently, I slipped off my shoes and ascended the staircase. Crossing the hallway, I peered into my grandmother's room through the slightly ajar door. A serene sight met my eyes – she slumbered peacefully, the weight of her worries visibly lifted. A smile crept across my lips, reassured by her newfound tranquility.

I went down to living room and there I carefully unfolded the drape that veiled my work-in-progress, a depiction of Tommy and Lizzie. With deliberate steps, I placed the cloth on the floor, clearing a space for me to start painting.

Fetching my watercolor brushes and selecting the appropriate hues, and started to paint. The canvas came alive under the caress of my brushstrokes, I blended the colors, giving life to the background. The trees that graced my window became the cornerstone of this painting, their forms and shades guiding my vision.

While engrossed in my painting, a knock at the door jolted me from my concentration. Puzzled by the unexpected interruption, I put down my brushes and retrieved my gun from the side table. With the weapon discreetly concealed on my person, my senses heightened.

"Hello," I greeted, cracking the door open just enough to peer out. The persons identity remained hidden, and I wasn't gonna take any risks.

"Is this (y/n)'s house?" the voice inquired. Though familiar, I struggled to place it.

"Who's asking?" I responded skeptically, slightly widening the door's opening.

"Duke," came the reply. The moment that name escaped his lips, the door swung fully open, and a rush of emotions flooded me as I looked at the figure infront of me. He looked every bit of the Duke I remembered, and a genuine smile graced my lips. Although part of me wanted to hug him and share how much I'd missed him, I held back, mindful of our past boundaries.

"Hey. How did you…. find me?" I asked, a blend of happiness and confusion evident in my tone.

"I remembered where your house was from our 1st encounter, to be honest." he explained, his gaze steady and direct.

"Want to come in then, or is this just a brief visit?" I asked, maintaining our eye contact.

"Um... sure," he agreed. I widened the doorway, and he entered. Barely a few steps inside, I intervened by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"yo, hold on. take off your shoes. I dont want to have any mud or dirt tracked in," I said. Once he complied, I withdrew my hand and he turned to the wall and took off his shoes. The phone rang.

As Duke stepped inside and I discreetly answered the phone, a sense of unease settled over me. The voice on the other end sounded unfamiliar, and the mention of Fezco, me, and Ashtray raised an internal alarm.

"Hello?" I responded cautiously, trying to maintain a composed demeanor.

"Is this the residence of Fezco, (y/n), and Ashtray?" The calm mellow voice of an American female was heard on the other end held a calculated tone, sending a chill down my spine.

"Who's asking?" I repeated, my voice tinged with a mix of wariness and curosity.

The voice on the phone grew slightly colder, a hint of menace lacing its words. "we're concerned about the company they've been keeping. Working with the Peaky Blinders."

My heart raced, realizing that this was no ordinary call. The implications of this conversation began to sink in – our connections, our allegiances were being scrutinized, and our safety was hanging in the balance.

"Look, whoever you are, I don't know what your talking about." I retorted, my voice firm, a shield of defiance against the mounting threat.

The voice remained unfazed, its threat now more explicit. "Fezco, (y/n), and Ashtray might want to reconsider their loyalties if they value their well-being. The Peaky Blinders' enemies have a long reach, and are not afraid to take drastic measures."

My mind raced, assessing the situation. It was clear that the caller was well-informed, aware of our affiliations, and determined to exploit our vulnerability.

"I don't take kindly to threats, also why threaten them?" I responded, my voice now in a whisper and edged with a steely resolve. "If you think we'll be intimidated, you're mistaken."

The line went silent for a moment before the voice spoke again, its tone measured. "Remember, (y/n), everyone has weaknesses, even those who walk in the shadow of the Peaky Blinders. Make your choice wisely."

With that chilling finality, the call ended. I stood there, phone in hand, the weight of the threat sinking in. As I turned back to rejoin Duke, the gravity of our situation became all too clear – the world we were entangled in was more rife with danger than I knew, and the safety of Fezco, Ashtray, and myself. I huffed in frustration, before turning back to a confused duke.

"Make yourself comfortable," I offered while trying to make it seem like it was a normal phone call that had just happened. leading the way into the cozy space filled with the gentle glow of natural light filtering through the windows. The unfinished painting of Tommy and Lizzie stood prompt up.

Duke's eyes wandered around the room, his gaze eventually settling on the painting. "You paint?" he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. It seemed like he has not paid to much mind to the call

"Yea i do, Thanks," I replied, i felt my face heat up. "It's a work in progress."

“"Who are those people in the painting?" Duke's voice carried a note of genuine curiosity as his gaze remained fixed on the canvas.

I turned to face the artwork, my own smile reflecting the fondness I held for the depicted characters. "That's Tommy Shelby and his wife, Lizzie Shelby, or formerly Lizzie Stark," I explained. My attention lingered on the painting as I recalled the intricate details I had carefully woven into the canvas.

"Shelby?" Duke's reaction was unmistakable – a mix of surprise and disbelief.

I met his astonished gaze with a subtle smile. "I've been creating art for the Shelbys for a while now. This isn't the first time I've 'painted' for them. I suppose they appreciate my work, do you know them?" I responded. Before Duke could ask further, I cut him off.

"Would you like something to drink?" I offered, listing the available options – whisky, rum, wine, and water. His prompt choice of water made it clear he wasn't in the mood for alcohol.

As I fetched the water and poured two glasses, “you don't drink?” the duke asked, "I drink whatever my guests prefer," I clarified, the corners of my lips curling into a knowing smile. Sipping from my own glass, I maintained a relaxed posture, ready to address his deeper concerns.

His next inquiry, laden with curiosity and a touch of worry, cut to the core of the matter. "is it true what people sayabout them (Y/n)?"

I sighed softly, the sound of my foot bouncing nervously on the ground filled the room "Duke, I dont know how much i can share but to answer your question, yes. In fact, they've reached out to me and my brothers before. When we first came to England, they extended an offer to… collaborate."

Duke's reaction was a dance of surprise and restraint, his attempts to speak yielding to a quiet contemplation. in a impulsive moment i decide to reveal a half truth. Retrieving my concealed gun and placing it on the table, I leaned in slightly, locking eyes with him.

"Duke, I'm sharing this with you because in some weird way I trust you. My brothers and I, well, our hands are dirty. We deal…. things. the shelbys have helped us out. I need you to understand the trust I'm putting in you. That call i had was a threat to me and my brothers and it's not the first either.``

Leaning back, I continued, a mischievous glint in my eye. "If you were to betray this trust, the consequences would be shitty. But I believe you won't. For some odd reason I trust you with this, and I don't know why."

Duke's expression was a blend of confusion and composed acceptance, his gaze steady as he processed my revelations. As the last drop of water quenched my thirst, I held his gaze, waiting for his response, aware that connection had just been tested and solidified in a single moment.

Duke's contemplative silence hung in the air, showing the weight of the information he had just been entrusted with. His eyes held a mixture of uncertainty and understanding of the complexities that lay beneath the surface of our interaction.

Duke finally spoke, he reached and put a hand on my sholder sligthly pulling me closer to him, leaving me to stare into his sligthly wide hazel eyes. his voice carrying a sense of respect. "I won't betray your trust (Y/n)”

I acknowledged his words with a nod, my demeanor calm and collected. Duke let go of my shoulder removing any warmth i had felt, he leaned back, his gaze shifting from the gun to my eyes. "why do you trust me? you dont know anything about me so why tell me this."

I leaned forward, a thoughtful smile playing on my lips. "im still tryna figure that out Duke. i just do thought, i dont trust easly but for you i will."

Duke's brow furrowed as he contemplated my words, in some odd way he liked that you trusted him so easily, he like how his name rolled off your tung . "So, you trust me, just like that?"

"yea, Duke," I replied rather bluntly. 

He took a moment to absorb my response before speaking again. "Um well i wont betray your trust (Y/n)”

I leaned back, mirroring his posture. "So know that you know that about me why don't you tell me about yourself."

Duke's gaze was thoughtful, and I could tell he was processing the layers of meaning behind my words. "Alright, (Y/n)."

As the evening unfolded, Duke and I got deeper into conversation, discussing our aspirations, dreams, and the intricacies of life that had shaped us. The unfinished painting of Tommy and Lizzie stood as a silent witness to our burgeoning connection, a symbol of the artistry and authenticity that had revealed so much in such a short amount of time. I only told duke the top of the iceberg when it came to me and my family but so far thats all he would need to know.

—------------------ 3hrs laters

"Man, some people just do weird ass shit," I remarked with a laugh.

Duke nodded, a grin forming on his face. " You wouldn't believe the things I've seen and heard working at those fairgrounds. Once, I was walking towards one of the tents, and I heard these two folks figthing" I chuckled, intrigued. "why?"

Duke's smile widened as he clarified, "dont know, 'parently they both after the same girl, she had been with both of em" He gestured with his hands, leaving the rest to imagination.

I took a bite of the food I had brought along and smirked. "good on her i guess, not many men would figth for a girl like that.”

Duke let out a laugh. "well i dont know (y/n) more men would figth for a woman's love thani think you realize.” 

I couldn't help but shake my head in amusement. "thats hard for me to beileve, from what ive seen with men in small heath. they'll fight over things like a glass of beer."

Duke leaned back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I guess some people figth over shit as stupid as that, others though have more respect than to figth over beer."

“thats true,anyways speaking of small heith. one time i was there and i went into a betting shop to delivery some goods and well i shouldve knocked cause i walked in on some random guy and girl just on one of the tables fucking. I don't think they saw me so I just left.” I said while chuckling and cringing at the memory. 

As I was laughing I heard the phone ring, I had no idea who it could be. A pit of anxiety built up in my stomach as I looked at duke.

As I picked up the phone, a mixture of relief and curiosity filled me. It was Tommy Shelby on the other end.

"Hello Mr. Shelby, can I help you with anything?" I inquired, my tone respectful but tinged with curiosity.

"Good evening," his voice carried its usual air of authority. "I thought I should give you a heads-up about something. You're delivering the painting and the merchandise to my party tomorrow, correct?"

A sense of intrigue settled over me as I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Yea, that's correct."

"Good. Now, I'm aware that certain... elements will be present at the party. Oswald Mosley, for one," he continued, his voice measured.

My curiosity deepened as he mentioned Mosley's name. Oswald Mosley – a man with a reputation and connections that sent shivers down the spines of many. "Yes, I've heard of him." my tone grim 

Tommy's tone turned more serious. "I suggest you keep your distance from him, (Y/n). Mosley's got a way of getting into people's heads, and I wouldn't want you caught up in any of his schemes."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see it. "I appreciate the warning, Mr. Shelby. I'll be sure to be cautious."

"Good," he replied. "Remember, we've got business to attend to, and Mosley's not someone you want to involve yourself with."

His words held a weight that wasn't lost on me. "I understand, Mr. Shelby. I'll keep my focus on the task at hand."

"Very well. See you at there" he said, his tone returning to its usual directness.

"Thank you, Mr. Shelby. Looking forward to it," I replied before hanging up.

As I walked back to where Duke was sitting, he looked at me expectantly. "Everything alright?"

I nodded, a mixture of thoughts and emotions swirling within me. "Yeah, just a call related to the party tomorrow."

Duke raised an eyebrow. "Party? Anything exciting?"

I chuckled softly, aware of the secrecy that often surrounded the Shelby family's affairs. "You could say that. But it seems like it might be more eventful than I expected."

Duke's gaze was curious. "In a good way or a bad way?"

I met his eyes, a mixture of determination and curiosity in my expression. "Only one way to find out."

I looked at my watch to check the time, 12:00 am shit. 

“Damn its late you gotta be anywhere early tomorrow?” i asked duke

“Yea but they won't notice if I'm late, they'll probably be late because a lot of fair workers went to the pub, one of them invited me but I said no.” i smirked at what Duke just said

“Aw you decided to give up the pub to come visit me how sweet.” I said with a giggle, duke rolled his eyes, his cheeks brightening slightly with blush. I went and sat down this time next to him not to close though.

“Shut up” duke said, i just looked over at him, my eyes roaming over his face. They lingered on his lips a bit longer than they should have, I hit him on the shoulder slightly.

“Calm down man, was just joking.” i said, I giggled a bit looking ahead at the painting, my smile dimmed a bit, the eyes of Thomas Shelby were all I could see in that moment. His cold unmoving eyes that I depicted so perfectly in the painting. Lizzies eyes were light and while they had a closed off look they weren't as threatening as tommys.

“Hey duke.” i said finally turning away from the painting

“Thanks for coming to visit. I appreciate it a lot.” I said to him with a smile.

“Really? He asked if his face was hard to read but he seemed almost confused, so I smiled at him.

“Yea I missed you. I mean it duke, i know its corny as fuck but like i dont know i cant explain it.” i said my voice lowered a bit from shynes. Maybe it was because I was tired but I swear I could see him smile, not a smug smile or a mean one but a genuine smile.

“Are you always so… honest about how you feel about people (y/n)?” he asked me.

“Only with people I'm comfortable with. Anyways, do you want to stay the night or do you have somewhere to stay? "I asked him. I made sure my tone only had hospitality in it and nothing else. Duke thinks for a little, 

“I have a place to stay dont worry” he said, i nodded my head and got up and went to the kitchen to grab him some extra food, i came back and gave him it.

“Um well ill see you when i see you i guess?” i said awkwardly while he got up. We walked to the front door. I opened it and he walked outside.

“Oh also Duke, I got a place in small heath. Here's the address, i can't promise that ill always be there thought.'' I said as I handed him a note with the address. He took it and pretended to read it before placing it in his coat pocket, not wanting to revile he couldnt read.

“Thanks (Y/n), ill uh see you later and remember you can always stop by the fair its gonna be here in the area for a little.” he said, he looked away and coughed after he said that.

“Ill try it depend on how things pan out for me thought, thanks for stopping by again duke, bye.” i said before i closed the door. I slid down the door until I hit the floor, I listened till I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

“Shit” I said before getting up and walking upstairs. I went to bed knowing tomorrow will be something i don't think I'm prepared for.

[local-angst-dispenser]

Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall

TW: Implied death

Frame and song from Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall by Lydia the Bard! Lyrics have been changed to fit.

Sculk permeated the land and hills around a large settlement surrounded by tall, obsidian walls. Crying obsidian was sprinkled in in some places, the purple liquid dropping down soundlessly to the ground below. Far off in the distance, on a hill with a cliff overlooking an ocean with sharp rocks below, a deactivated nether portal rested.

In the center of the settlement stood a group of people, one was noticeably more distinct. An Operator. The night lights illuminated their face as they spoke.

Hundreds of blocks below ground, in a lab fortified by only the strongest of blocks, a different Operator walked in. Goggles bound by a leather strap rest on her head, barely missing her antenna. She wore a long, black sleeved shirt with a dark magenta dress overtop and black leggings underneath. Knee high leather boots clung to her, clicking as she walked through. Hands in leather gloves clenched.

She walked past a desk, where a photo was sat. The Chromia Crew.

She came into the light, glaring out a window that was enchanted to show the settlement. It was Pink.

"Little one, you've no idea what you've got yourself into," she sang, approaching the window and placing a hand on it. "Stay for a night and think the world's made for you."

"Well, I've tried too hard to see all of my work come undone." Pink gritted her teeth, glaring. "Better grow some wings real fast." Spinning on her heel, she walked away.

"I see the way they look at you with wonder in their eyes." She brought her clenched hands to chest, eyes brimming with rage. Her wings trembled. "Soon, they'll start to dream of different lives."

"Well, I won't let you tempt them, they are mine to protect!" She hissed, swinging out an arm along with opening a hand. "No use reminding them of the past." A saddened look crossed her face.

"You don't seem to quite understand what is at stake." Pink walked towards a pinboard littered with papers and red strings. "This messed up little family that I had to make."

"If I could let them all go home, please know that I would." She closed her eyes, clenching her fists. "But it'd do more harm than good!"

"So, why don't you fall?" Her eyes narrowed as she walked over to a workbench, where many vials were in machines. "Fall, little Wendy-bird, fall."

"Why don't you fall? Fall, little Wendy-bird, fall." Her eyes drifted over to a certain rack, where blue liquid in vials swirl around.

"Swear it's nothing personal!" Pink shook her head, clenching her hand around one vial. "It's a necessary evil."

"Why don't you fall?" She brought the vial up to her face, the blow glow it emitted reflecting, basking her eyes in the eerie blue. "Fall, little Wendy-bird, fall."

She slipped the vial into a belt on the workbench and slipped it open, clipping it around her waist. She spread her wings and flew up to the second floor of the lab. "Some would say I'm quick to rage, and maybe they're right."

"But I can say for once I'm thinking clearly tonight!" She landed on the second floor and hastily made her way to the next enchanted window, which showed the town square. She narrowed her eyes bitterly, seeing the other Operator conversing with the group they'd gathered.

"Oh, new one, darling, you have picked the wrong girl to fight!" She scowled, slamming her fist against the window. "I will protect what is mine!"

"A nasty little spark that must be smothered, snuffed out." Pink's eyes widened, seeing imaginary flames, formed from her panic, begin to swirl around her. Her breath catched in her throat. "Setting fires inside my house is just not allowed!"

From the rage induced flames, she saw the silhouette of someone she thought she'd never see again. She turned and outstretched a hand, eyes going wide. "If ending errant embers is what I must do.."

The flames and the silhouette vanish. Pink fell to her knees, her outstretched hand staying up before falling to her her side. She hung her head. "Then, darling, I'll be coming for you."

Pink slowly stood back up, walking over to the window. She shoved at open, the enchantment stopping. "So, why don't you fall?"

(Why don't you fall?)

"Fall, little Wendy-bird, fall!"

She climbed out of the window and spread her wings. The window was hidden by trees and foliage as she flew out. She kicked the window shut. It wasn't a long flight from there to the wall. "Why don't you fall?"

(Why don't you fall?)

"Swear it's nothing personal! It's a necessary evil!" Pink shook her head as she flew through the trees, clenching her fists. She gritted her teeth. "Why don't you fall?"

(Why don't you fall?)

"Fall, little Wendy-bird, fall!" She flew out of the forest, near one of the watch towers on the obsidian towers. Her pink eyes glowed with rage.

(Why don't you fall?)

Oh, oh.. (Why don't you fall?)

Pink landed on the wall by the watchtower. She turned to walk towards it, exhaling lowly. She got to the spruce door and pushed it open, her eyes landing on Efficiency and Prompt.

Oh, oh.. (Why don't you fall?)

They met her eyes with both resignment and understanding. A book rested on the table in the center, open. She walked past them and pointed out the window to the nether portal far away. A silent question.

Oh, oh.. (Why don't you fall?)

Efficiency nodded.

Oh.. (Fall..)

Pink nodded, exhaling.

Oh.. (Fall, fall, fall...)

With powerful beats of their wings, the trio exited the watch tower and flew. With Prompt and Efficieny flying ahead, Pink dived downward, where something lied below.

So, why don't you fall? Fall, little Wendy-bird, fall!

Hidden by the dark night sky, the duo watch as the group attempting to leave lit the portal.. only for it to explode. Obsidian block chunks flew in all directions as fire lit the grass, and portal particles burst in the air.

Or did it slip your mind? You need three things to flee!

The sound of a Warden's shriek sounded through the air. The group all looked horrified.

Let's see you try when I remove mine!

A Warden emerged from the darkness. There was nothing they could do before the sonic boom came, sending them all flying off the edge of the cliff.

Why don't you fall? Fall, little Wendy-bird, fall!

Prompt and Efficieny acted quickly, diving down to grab the falling ones. All.. except for the Operator.

Pink dove past them. Only as a blur.

"Why don't you fall? Fall, little Wendy-bird, fall!" She sang with a large grin as she stared at the Operator's terrified face. She grabbed their wrists, leaning in close.

"I'm gonna clip your wings, cut your strings." She let go of their wrists to boop their nose. "Babe, you won't feel a thing."

"Now that you're feeling tall.." She flapped her wings and arched back. She flew upwards to watch as the Operator flew towards a large, pointed rock. Her grin turned to a smile.

Everyone was safe.

"Why don't you fall?"

Pink didn't flinch. There was no sound, only the waves gently crashing against the rocks.

She took out the vial from the belt and flew closer. She popped open the cork and poured out the liquid.

She hummed, seeing the Operator begin to disintegrate.

"Oh, why don't you fall?" She cooed.

[silvfyre-writings]

Snapshots Pt. 8 (BSD Fanfic)

I've had this chapter written for a bit, and considering that my mental health has taken a nosedive (and my writing motivation right along with it), I figured it was best to get this out and give you guys something to read while you keep being patient with the next paperboy update (it's coming, I swear, it's just slow and I want to make sure you guys get a good chapter!

What happened…? Was Poe’s first thought when he regained consciousness, only to let out a sound that was very much not a whimper as pain filtered back to him, along with the rest of his senses. He couldn’t immediately tell what was the source of his pain, because he was hurting all over, but his head was certainly one of them if the way there was a jackhammer inside his skull was anything to go by. What… happened? Poe asked himself, as he tried to get his swirling vision to focus enough for him to see his surroundings. As far as he could tell, he was still at home, alone for some reason that he couldn’t quite remember. The memory was there, at the edges of his conscience, but he just couldn’t pull it forth.

Finally, his eyes focused enough for him to see where exactly in his house he was, and honestly, he probably should’ve been a little more surprised to find himself at the bottom of the stairs, but he really wasn’t. There were times where he had the coordination of a toddler, tripping over his own two feet—or Karl—and sometimes, even tripping over the air itself. Wait… where is Karl? Poe turned his head slowly, wincing as it sent sharp pains throughout his neck and shoulders. He couldn’t see his furry friend anywhere, and he distinctly remembered Karl being with him—wait, no, he’d heard Karl crying from down the stairs and had come to investigate, only to misstep and fall down the stairs, an act that was just as painful as it looked in movies.

In fact, Poe was almost positive that it was more painful than the movies.

Poe made to sit up, in order to get off the floor, only to cry out as white hot pain shot through his leg, and flopped back against the floor with his eyes screwed shut. Curses were muttered underneath his breath as he focused on breathing, keeping still until the pain eased off enough for him to push it to the back of his mind. Okay, we’re not doing that again. Poe sighed and opened his eyes again, scanning his surroundings for his phone, but of course, the device was no where to be seen. He truly had the worst luck; first falling down the stairs, and now losing his phone? What was next, being discovered like this by—

“Poe-kun!” Ranpo’s voice echoed throughout the house, the front door shutting to signify his partner’s arrival. Of course he was just that unlucky. Of course he was. “Poe-kun, where are you?”

He doesn’t answer, in some vain hope that Ranpo would think he was either sleeping or not home, and just go home himself, but then he heard the pitter patter of paws and felt utter betrayal as Karl chattered loudly and nosed his cheek, giving away his location. His eyes fell shut as he waited, still wishing, still praying, that Ranpo would just turn around and leave. Footsteps grew closer, and closer, until they stopped suddenly, and Poe opened his eyes.

His gave a weak smile as he met Ranpo’s worried gaze. “Hello, Ranpo-kun. I apologize for not greeting you when you arrived, but um… what are you doing here?”

Ranpo continued to stare at him for a moment, clearly deducing what had happened if the way his face changed from worry to disbelief was anything to go by. “I was nearby on a case when I saw Karl run by. I caught him, saw he was distressed, and followed him back here. Good thing I did because how did you fall down the stairs?”

“I don’t remember.” Which was the truth, because he didn’t remember. He wished he did, but there was a distinct gap in his memory that he couldn’t fill in.

“Well, you definitely hit your head, so makes sense.” Ranpo sat on the ground by his head and gently moved the hair out of his face. Poe let out a sigh as Ranpo’s fingers brushed against his forehead “You’ve got blood all through your hair, but it’s dry, so you knocked yourself out good.”

“I could’ve told you that… the world’s still moving, and its throbbing.” Poe whined, and tried to sit up; he was tired of lying on the ground, and now that Ranpo was here, he would actually be able to get up. Only, Ranpo’s hands pushed against his shoulders as he raised himself, and kept the pressure until Poe was lying back against the floor. “Ranpo-kun?”

Ranpo shook his head and shuffled closer, grabbing Poe’s hand with his own and squeezing it gently. “Don’t move, Edgar, ‘kay?” How bad is it if you’re calling me Edgar? “I texted Yosano on my way here already, so just sit tight.”

“Ranpo, am I hurt bad?”

“That depends on your definition of bad.” Ranpo said, rubbing his thumb against the back of Poe’s hand.

“Is Yosano coming to patch me up, or is she coming to kill me and bring me back? Because just kill me now and save me from her lecture.” He’d heard plenty about Yosano’s lectures—and been through a couple himself—to not want to go through another one. The last one he’d witnessed had been towards Atsushi and Tanizaki—apparently they’d done something stupid that’d had them wind up in Yosano’s care, and yeah, never again.

There was a reason why Yosano was feared by everyone at the Agency.

Ranpo gave a light laugh as he ducked his head. “You’d get a lecture either way, but no, you don’t look hurt enough to need her ability. But she is a doctor, and you fell down stairs.”

Poe focused his attention on Ranpo. Despite the amusement in his eyes, there was lingering worry as well, and his hand continued to clutch at Poe’s, a firm pressure that reassured him that Ranpo wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. He smiled softly, and squeezed his partner’s hand back, drawing Ranpo’s attention back to him. “I’m a little battered and bruised, but I’m okay, dear.”

“I know.” Ranpo drew his hand to his mouth, and pressed his lips to the back of it. “But let me worry anyway.”

“I’ll spare you the lecture until the concussion’s gone, but just know there’s one coming.” Yosano said as she snapped her medical bag shut, pulling off her gloves and throwing them into the trash can in the corner of the room. “I don’t think I need to tell you that you need to rest, but so help me if I catch you walking around before that ankle of yours is better.”

Poe’s voice was meek as he nodded from where he was on the bed, running his fingers through Karl’s fur. “I understand, Yosano-sensei. Thank you for coming out so quickly.”

Yosano smiled and reached over to punch his shoulder, which had him wincing from the force of it, despite the doctor being much gentler than she normally would. “Well, it’s not every day that I get Ranpo calling and begging—”

“I was not begging.” Ranpo huffed from the doorway as he entered the room with snacks and drinks in hand that he placed on the bedside table before crawling onto the bed to sit on Poe’s other side.

Yosano raised an eyebrow at Ranpo’s interruption before continuing. “Uh huh, sure. You were totally worried about Poe-kun, don’t even try to deny it.” She turned to face him again. “Obviously, Ranpo’s here if you need help—and please, accept the help—and Poe-san?”

“Yes, Yosano-sensei?”

“No more stairs, okay?”

Poe chuckled, and nodded; he had no intention of going near the stairs until he was better, and even then, he was going to be much more careful around them. As it turned out, falling down stairs was an experience that he wasn’t keen on repeating, and certainly not one that he’d recommend doing in the first place. He and Ranpo waved Yosano goodbye as she left the room, seeing herself out of the house, and it was once the bedroom door shut, that Ranpo moved. Poe grunted as Ranpo accidentally elbowed him in the ribs, his partner murmuring a quiet apology as he continued to move.

“Ranpo, dear, what are you doing?” Poe asked when Ranpo still hadn’t settled down.

“Figuring out the optimal position that will be comfortable for us both.” Was all Ranpo said as he continued to move, shifting all the pillows and blankets on their bed about. Poe just continued to lay there, inching away a little to give Ranpo the space he needed, mostly because he didn’t want to be elbowed accidentally again; he was already sore enough from the concussion and his broken ankle, he didn’t really need any more pain in his life right now.

Finally, Ranpo stopped moving, and leaned against a mountain of pillows that were stacked against the headboard, blankets to the side ready to be used. “Come here, Poe-kun.”

He understood then why Ranpo had gone to the effort of moving everything about, and couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he dragged himself up the bed until he could lay with his head against Ranpo’s stomach. He really did love it when Ranpo showed off his caring side, and right now was no exception. As his head came to rest, Ranpo’s arms draped over his shoulders, his hands immediately starting to play with his hair, and really, Poe just melted. All of his pain was forgotten, just like that, and he let out a content hum as he got truly comfortable.

A comfortable silence filled the room then, with Poe’s eyes slowly starting to close as his tiredness grew, and Ranpo just continuing in his ministrations, moving up from just running his hands through Poe’s hair to absentmindedly playing with it. It was comfortable, domestic, and it was everything that Poe could only have ever dreamed of having for himself. But Ranpo, was his, as was the comfort and affection that Ranpo gave him, and he wasn’t all too sure about what would ever happen if he were to lose that.

“I love you.” The words escape before Poe can stop them, and he waits for Ranpo to tense like he sometimes does whenever Poe said he loved him out of the blue.

It never came, and instead, Ranpo’s arms held him a little tighter, and there are lips pressed against the top of his head. “Love you too.” A pause followed the words, and Poe tilted his head up enough to see Ranpo’s own face, and he’s able to see the still lingering worry, which made his smile fall just a little. Ranpo, of course, realized immediately, and smiled softly. “You know, usually it’s me that’s the clumsy one, so really, it was only a matter of time before one of us fell down the stairs.”

“If it’d been you, you probably would’ve broken every bone in your body.” Poe couldn’t help but tease, laughing as Ranpo’s ears turned red. He was quick to stop laughing, face becoming serious in an instant. “I am sorry though, for worrying you. But you heard Yosano; I’ll be fine.”

“I know.” Ranpo went back to braiding his hair, and Poe allowed his eyes to slip shut. “It was… a little scary, to see you at the bottom of the stairs, though. You were hurt, and there was a lot of blood, and Karl was so frantic.”

“I’m sorry.” Poe apologized for what felt like the fifth time that day. He really hadn’t meant to worry Ranpo so much—not that he’d intended to fall down the stairs in the first place—because Ranpo had enough to worry and stress about as is, and Poe always hated contributing to that stress.

“I know you are, so stop apologizing so much. Just rest like Yosano said, and enjoy the fact that I have to do what you want until you get better.”

“Ranpo-kun, if you just get me some crutches—”

Ranpo slapped a hand over his mouth, cutting him off. “Nuh-uh, not happening. You are hurt, and sleep deprived, so you are going to rest and recover and I will not be taking any arguments.”

“Just so long as you don’t cook, I think I can do that.” Poe rolled onto his side, being mindful of his ankle, and curled up against Ranpo. Resting might not be so bad for a change, honestly.

“I’m not stupid, I know I can’t cook.” Ranpo huffed, his cheeks tinted red. “I already asked Fukuzawa-san for help.”

Poe chuckled; Ranpo may have been great at baking, but he was terrible at cooking, and there’d been many a time where he’d come home to either charcoal food, or undercooked food that had given them both food poisoning the first—and only—time that had happened.

A hand moved to cover his eyes, and Ranpo shuffled down until he was lying down. “No laughing! It’s time for you to rest, so rest already.”

Poe hummed, already feeling drowsy. “Are you going to sleep as well?”

“For a bit.” Ranpo said, curling around Poe protectively, holding him close and secure in his arms. “Just to make sure that you sleep. And then I have to go back to work for a bit since I kind of, ya know, left suddenly.”

“Alright.” Poe yawned and relaxed into Ranpo’s grip. “Be safe.” “I will. Sleep well, Edgar.”

[usernoneexistent]

Finally back and contiuning on with the story. After Rowan and Juniper's discovery in the Gryffindor's common room and them getting subsequently caught, they finally have some answers or do they?

Warnings: hospital phobia, mild swearing like once

What happened with Skye last night didn't settle right in Juniper's stomach. She couldn't sleep with her stomach in knots as she tried to soothe herself in a deep sleep from the snores of the other girls. 

She was just trying to do the right thing. Helping Rowan find Ben and helping Skye to find out if the Slytherins would sabotage the team or not. That was not her initial intention until Tulip targeted the Gryffindor changing room. 

She waved her wand and used the lighting charm to check the clock on her bedside stand. It was midnight. She tossed the bed sheets and grabbed a cardigan as it was chilly. She woke Rowan up.

"Is it time?" Rowan yawned but quickly covered her mouth, not to wake the other girls up. 

"Aye," Juniper whispered.

They snuck through the commons room and down the multiple flights of stairs. It would be a pain to guess the riddle correctly when they have to come back though that was currently the least of Juniper's worries. 

"I wasn't expecting you to wake me up," Rowan said with slight amusement. However, Juniper's dark eye bags betrayed her. "Usually, I am the one to wake you up."

"Well I thought a change would be nice." Juniper tried to joke despite the tiredness and nauseous feelings.

They journeyed to the East corridor on the fifth floor. The paintings either chatted away, minding their own business or sleeping though there was one or two who minded them creeping a lot. The door had an open gap of bright light flooding in. A chilly breeze sends goosebumps down her arm.

"Someone beat us already."

"Let's have a look anyway." Juniper pushed on. They snuck carefully, avoiding creaks and squeaks that could give away their position on the wooden floor.

Large ice shards marred the corridor like the inner linings of shark teeth. Juniper could see her breath, and at first, she thought her teeth were chattering, but it was Rowan. Their cardigans provided very little warmth. 

She looked ahead and saw dirty blond hair attached to a plump face and the red Gryffindor robes ahead.

"I'm so...c-c-c-c-cold..."

"There's Ben!" Juniper pointed out but quickly covered her mouth. Ahead were the distinct figures of Professor McGonagall alongside Professor Snape. His face turned in their direction.

"Hide!" Rowan hissed. 

She pulled Juniper behind one of the ice, carefully avoiding its icy touch. She was sure that Professor Snape would be marching over to check out the sound of the source had it not been for Ben being stuck in ice. Had he been here all this time?

"Flipendo!" The Transfiguration teacher tried, but the lack of ice shattering was disturbing. "The knockback jinx always shattered the cursed ice before, but it seems to have become impervious."

"Incendio would melt it away." Juniper could hear the smirk from Professor Snape.

"Along with his flesh." Professor McGonagall sounded appalled by the Potions master's suggestion.

"I never said he would survive." He said sinisterly.

Juniper could imagine the Professor's stern stare at Professor Snape like the one she would give to her students.

"The cursed ice contiunes to spread throughout Hogwarts. Someone has clearly been tampering with the cursed vaults."

Juniper's ears pricked up. The ice was spreading; it explained why the air was chillier than usual at Hogwarts or the teachers hid it well. It frustrated Juniper that someone would blatantly beat her to the cursed vault, yet she was relieved that Ben was found.

"It would be helpful if our headmaster were at Hogwarts, instead of searching elsewhere for answers." There was a snide tone to the Potions professor's voice. 

"We don't need Dumbledore to safely free Mr Copper. We will cast incendio but target the ice farthest from the boy's body. Be careful, Severus." Professor McGonagall warned. While Juniper may not want to tell the Professor everything about the vaults, she trusts her more with freeing Ben than Professor Snape.

"...fine," Professor Snape relented.

"I think the professors will take care of Ben and bring him to the hospital wing," Rowan whispered, breath shakey; her glasses had frost forming. Juniper saw her own fingertips turning blue. 

"We'll visit him tomorrow then."

***

Juniper already threw up in the toilets before they left that morning, but the bile threatened to return. Juniper still couldn't sleep through last night. Ben was back, Skye was still mad at her and now this hospital visit. The Ravenclaw thought she had overcome her fear of hospitals; instead, she dreaded it.

"Are you sure that you want to see Ben? I can talk to him for you." Rowan suggested.

"No, I would be a bad friend if I did nae."

"I think Ben would understand if I explained the situation. As long as that's alright with you."

"Thanks, but I'm fine. I'll manage." 

They reached the hospital wing, where Juniper froze. She tried not to breathe in the disinfectant scent. She grabbed Rowan's hand.

"Don't let me go and don't let me run." Juniper's dark eyes pierced Rowan's. Being the great friend she was, Rowan's long and thin fingers wrapped around her hands firmly and refused to let go. 

Rowan led her in and looked for their friend. The matron approached them as they drew closer to Ben's bed, partially covered by the green curtains. Juniper found that looking at the floor helped a little.

"Miss Moss, Miss Khanna. I assume it's about Mr Copper?" Madam Pomfrey glanced at the Ravenclaws.

"Yes, we want to see Ben."

"Is Ben going to be alright, Madam Pomfrey?" Juniper briefly looked up at the matron.

"I believe so." The matron put on her reassuring voice before Her face tightened and grew stern. "His memory is erratic, but I have seen patients in far worse condition in my time as matron of Hogwarts."

Juniper flinched at the term erratic. That flooding memory of her as a little girl sitting on those uncomfortable chairs in the waiting rooms at St Mungo. She overheard many times that the healers used to describe her mother as erratic, delicate, and overly emotional, along with other terms Juniper later learned their meaning of. Rowan squeezed in extra reassurance, noticing Juniper's state of discomfort.

"Did he ask for us?" Rowan asked, shifting nervously.

"Many times, along with other strange proclamations and requests. I believe he's experiencing some state of delirium." Her pale white eyebrows furrowed as her lips tightened. Juniper started to wonder if she really wanted to stay.

"Can we talk to him?"

"My Copper has been through quite an ordeal, and remains in a very delicate state. What exactly do you want?" Madam Pomfrey said defensively. Her body was positioned in front of Ben's bed.

Rowan was ready to say, but Juniper tugged her hand. The longer Madam Pomfrey held them back, the more Juniper wanted to run outside.

"We haven't seen him since he disappeared. We just want to make sure he's okay." Juniper managed to say.

She noticed the harsh lines on the matron's face softening slightly.

"Very well, but be brief."

Rowan dragging a Juniper, rushed over to Ben's bedside. He looked ghostly pale. Lips and fingertips still had a residue of blue. His brown eyes had a glaze of dissociation, like he wasn't properly looking at them. 

"How are you feeling, Ben?" Rowan asked, her eyebrows upturned and worried.

"Cold. Tired. Sore." Ben finally looked at them. "Not that different from usual to be honest."

"I'm glad you have nae lost your sense of humour." Juniper weakly smiled.

"Do you need anything?"

"Or to cheer you up?"

The girls asked him. Ben attempted a laugh which sounded like a wheeze instead.

"Just you guys being here. Madam Pomfrey is very helpful, but she doesn't seem to have the most comforting bedside manners." He rasped.

Rowan quickly acted, getting him water that was on the bedside table. Juniper felt so useless, her friend was helpless, yet her feet were frozen to the floor.

"Are you okay, Juniper?" Ben asked after taking a sip from his glass.

"Completely fine." Juniper forced a broad smile, yet even her face felt frozen. "So, do you remember anything that happened?"

"How did you get trapped in the cursed ice?" Rowan chimed in.

All their questions have left Ben disoriented.

"I can't remember. I hardly remember anything at all." Though he frowns like he is thinking hard about something. "Madam Pomfrey thinks it has something to do with the ice. Though I do think something happened on the train but I can't remember what happened."

That only helped a little to ease Juniper and Rowan's confusion.

"I found a letter to you in the artefact room. We went to another room to find another letter which told you to go to that corridor." Juniper whispered quietly, fearing Madam Pomfrey would overhear and report to the other teachers.

"I'm sorry, guys. I just don't remember..." Ben hung his head in shame. Juniper knew it was best to back off, especially since the matron came over.

"That's enough for today, Miss Moss and Miss Khanna. Mr Copper needs his rest." The matron sternly stared them down until they finally left the hospital wing.

Juniper was relieved to be finally out of that wing. She hadn't realised how much of her breath she was holding. Once they were far away from the hospital wing, Rowan had a slight scowl on her face. She constantly fixed her glasses and didn't look like a friend who was relieved to see their friend safe and sound.

"What's wrong, Rowan?" Juniper asked.

"Hmm...well..." She hesitates. Juniper feels an uneasy feeling forming in her stomach. "I think he's hiding something. I believe he does remember more than he claims."

"What do you mean? Why would he do that to us?" Juniper's tone was slightly accusatory, a little upset that her best friend accused her other best friend of lying.

"Well, he might just be afraid of whoever sent those instructions, or he might be trying to protect us," Rowan said defensively. Juniper gave her an apologetic glance.

"I'm sorry if I jumped to conclusions there."

"It's fine." Rowan sighed. Juniper felt awful. All she had been doing for the past two days was letting people down.

"Let's search the corridor tonight and see if we can find some clues that might give us answers."

"Hmm..." Was the only sound that came out of her.

Rowan excused herself off to her gobstone club. Juniper didn't have anyone to hang out with, and she wasn't in the mood for Penny's upbeat attitude and blinding white smile. Even her golden hair radiated happiness which Juniper wanted to repulse from. She figured to use this time to catch up on the family finances and update her journal with the recent findings of the cursed vaults.

At dinner, they reconvened, with Penny and Tonks joining them. Penny, in particular, asked about Ben and what he said because she wasn't allowed to see Ben by Madam Pomfrey's overprotectiveness over her patients.

When they headed back to their dorm room, Skye bumped into her with a scowl, and Juniper quickly made her own scowl back.

"What was that about, Juniper Moss?" Tulip asked.

"It's nothing, Tulip." Juniper squinted over at Tulip's bed. She sat cross-legged on her bottom bunk with the sweets wrappers laid around. "Did you eat all of the Halloween sweets?"

"I wanted to see how many I could eat in one go plus Dennis wanted to try too." Dennis croaked in agreement.

"Alright, but don't come to me complaining of a stomach ache."

Juniper slipped into Tulip's bunk as if it was just the two of them, but that could change at any moment. 

"Why did you throw a stink bomb in the Gryffindor changing rooms?!" Juniper hissed.

"You were the one that said to distract Gryffindor." Tulip pointed out, rolling her eyes. "I took that as I can interpret in any way I want."

"Well, maybe your ass is fine getting into trouble but my ass is on the line on the quidditch team." Juniper raised her voice slightly. 

"How is that my problem?" 

"Because what are we going to do when Professor McGonagall finds out you did it and I was the one to mastermind it." Juniper went back to a whisper. Her eyes kept darting between the door and Tulip. 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to grass on you if that's what you're worried about."

"And I won't grass on you either."

"I'm glad we got that sorted. It's been a pleasure doing business with you." Tulip patted her on the back with a mischievous smile. Juniper jumped off, and perfect timing as Rowan entered with Badeea. 

Another night in a row, Juniper couldn't sleep, and it was her stomach that ached. Rowan seemed to be the same this time.

"Juniper?" She whispered from below. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah."

"Should we go now to that corridor?"

"I think that's a good idea."

Tiptoeing their way out, which by now they must be masters in it, Juniper reckoned. The amount of sneaking about makes her think that she should be a spy or an auror after Hogwarts. They navigate quickly with the occasional sound of the night patrol. They hid behind the knight statue, who seemed confused by their appearance but managed to make it to the ice corridor where most of the ice had melted away by Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

"It's less cold than last time," Juniper noted. The awkwardness from their earlier conversation about Ben still lingered, and Juniper couldn't fight the nagging feeling off.

"Yeah. Let's take a look and see if we can find something."

They looked at the walls, splitting the work. Juniper couldn't stand for the air of awkwardness in the room.

"I'm sorry, Rowan."

"What for?" Rowan paused, wondering what had prompted this apology. "About earlier with Ben?"

Juniper nodded slowly. "I did nae mean to accuse you like that. I feel so bad about it because, for a moment, I thought you did nae care for Ben."

"It did upset me a little too." Rowan pushed her glasses up. "You didn't let me finish, as I figured Ben wouldn't lie to us without reason."

"I guess we were both upset with each other." Juniper chuckled wryly.

"I guess so too." Rowan smiled slightly.

Juniper was ready for them to hug it out, but she felt an odd sensation of coldness. It was like a slight breeze was coming into this area.

"Rowan, come here and feel this! There's a draught coming from here."

Rowan quickly rushed over and felt the wall before placing her ear. She looked at Juniper as excited her.

"Whoa. I think I hear something too."

"Do you think it's a hidden passage?" 

"Anything is possible at Hogwarts. The only way to know for sure is by casting Revelio."

"That's a Transfiguration spell, right?"

"Right but it's also a very difficult spell."

"I know the drill," Juniper smirked. "I learn the spell right? And then we come back here."

"Right." Rowan gave her a glint of madness right back at Juniper.

She knew that on Monday morning in their double Transfiguration period, she would ask Professor McGonagall about the revealing charm, using that offer of private tutoring from the teacher. When the lesson about spongify was over and the other students had left for their break, Juniper stayed behind and approached the Professor at her desk.

"What can I do for you, Miss Moss?" The Professor put down her quill, which she was busy marking their homework.

"Professor McGonagall, I wanted to ask if I could have that advanced Transfiguration lesson you offered." Juniper tried to put on her sweetest voice. She needed this to discover what happened with Ben and that mystery corridor.

Professor McGonagall looked at her sternly as Juniper could feel her heartbeat increase.

"I told you that you would receive an owl when it was time for your private lesson."

"I ken, but I need to learn the Revelio charm, Professor."

"Why?"

A hot panic took over her. Yet another lie to tell the Professor, and she certainly would disapprove of her investigation.

"Well my dad wants me to do well, especially in Transfiguration since it's obviously the most challenging and fascinating subject and eh..."

"I'm happy that you want to work hard even though you should really do it for your own sake and not for others, Miss Moss. However, you aren't ready to learn a spell as difficult as Revelio."

"Please, Professor. I would nae ask if it wasn't important." Juniper begged desperately. "I'll do anything, please Professor!"

"I'll teach you Revelio when you have proven yourself ready, Miss Moss. I would typically have you attend many classes in preparation. Still, since you accepted my offer for a private lesson, this will be much easier." Professor McGonagall made herself very clear. "You will receive an owl when I've determined you are ready to learn Revelio."

"Okay and thanks, Professor McGonagall." Juniper mustered enough of a polite smile before leaving.

Really is nothing going her way this weekend. Trying not to get too upset by that interaction, Juniper quickly distracted herself with other matters. The week passed quickly as Juniper continued to study hard for the Transfiguration private lesson and worried about the upcoming match against Hufflepuff at the end of the month. While only reserved, Juniper had to be ready to step in anytime. Things remained tense and awkward between Skye and Juniper, so much so that Orion had to try and intervene between them.

Skye would not stop glaring at Juniper, to which she decided to take the high road of the cold shoulder. She ignored Skye's existence entirely, but their teammates could sense the tension between the chaser and the reserve seeker. The practice was messy and unfocused; Skye cursed as she missed hoops while Juniper was almost bludgeoned. It even ended with them two almost crashing their brooms. Also, the fore mentioned incident at the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match was looming over the team, worried that the perpetrator would strike again at the next one. Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall have made it clear they will be investigating the matter and handing out an appropriate punishment. 

"I appreciate all of you for taking part in today's practice. The session has enlightened me on the importance of building better team harmony. In our upcoming session, we will work towards enhancing our team's collaboration as without harmony we won't find balance," Orion concluded. Their teammates all glanced between the two girls. "Skye Parkin. Juniper Moss. Before you both leave I would like your help with something." He added.

"Good luck, curse-breaker. Hope you and Skye can resolve whatever it is." Andre whispered before joining the rest in the changing rooms. She was going to need that luck.

"What is it you need, Orion?" Juniper inquired.

"I need you both to de-gnome the pitch."

"Again?" Skye sighed.

"That would be perfect." He smiled. Juniper knew he was up to something but refrained from saying so. "Hagrid would appreciate it deeply."

"Sure," Juniper rolled up her sleeves.

"Beats doing charms homework," Skye muttered but seemed equally annoyed at having to degnome that pitch.

Juniper got to it by getting a shovel. She contemplated if she should be getting Skye a shovel but chucked one over to her.

"You're not getting a thanks out of me if that's what you're expecting," Skye coldly said.  

"Don't get your knickers in a twist. I was doing me a favour," Juniper scowled as she started getting to work. "I just want to get this done faster."

Juniper struggled to get the shovel to dig into the wet soil. Her arms shaking from her muscles fighting against the pressure. Skye scoffed before a smirk formed at Juniper's fruitless efforts. 

"Honestly, it's wet soil, so it should nae be hard to shovel. I could do that in my sleep," the chaser mused.

"Glad tae ken that you can do it better than me." Juniper rolled her eyes. 

Juniper pressed on the shovel harder, using her weight with her foot to push the shovel down. Skye had already managed to form a hole nearby. She watched for fifteen minutes as Juniper barely made much of a hole. 

"Okay, this is pathetic," Skye barged over to Juniper and grabbed her shovel. "You need to work out more."

"Like I don't already ken that," Juniper said. Skye dug the hole faster than Juniper could ever. "I'm sorry that I stood you up," Juniper apologised. "Even if I explain why I did it, it's still ma fault for thinking I could do everything. So for that, I'm sorry. I don't want our spat to affect our team's chances of winning the cup."

Skye paused. Juniper waited in anticipation as contemplation flashed in Skye's eyes.

"It was a dumb thing, but I'll accept the apology," Skye said dryly. Juniper knew that Skye wouldn't easily forget, but it was a step forward in gaining her trust again. "Well, what are you waiting for? You better help get rid of these gnomes. It will help get you some strength in those arms cause I don't want you pulling the team behind if we ever need you from the bench."

Juniper chuckled as they started to stomp the ground, "Aye, aye."

"Get that gnome, now!" The ugly green, yellow head of a gnome popped out. Juniper grabbed it by the arms and swung around before chucking at Skye. She turned the bat with full force as the gnome flew over the other side of the pitch. Juniper laughed, "who knew this could be so fun." 

"Aye," Skye grunted as Juniper chucked another gnome. "So what was so important that you ditch me?"

"My friend Ben was missing for two months. He was found last week."

"Isn't he the one who was found trapped in ice?"

As usual, rumour spreads quickly around Hogwarts, almost like the cursed ice. Little can stay hidden for long from the students, yet the castle still persisted with mysteries. 

"Aye, he's the one. I thought looking around the Gryffindor common would help me find him." 

"You snuck into another House's common room? You have even more balls than I thought, curse-breaker. Though I should nae be surprised by the amount you and Khanna sneak about," Skye shrugged.

Juniper would have to take away the title of the master sneaker from herself. 

"I guess we aren't as good as we thought," Juniper snorted, mixed with a grunt as she chucked another gnome. "Found anything more about the Gryffindor attack?"

"Apart from the changing room attack, nothing else," Skye aimed an extra hard swing at the gnome. "It's strange. Why only do one attack and then saboutage nothing else? I don't get it but I know they're up to something."

Juniper nodded but knew that she would have to keep the truth about that attack a secret to her grave from Skye. If Skye found out, the cold shoulder wouldn't be all she would give Juniper. She feared that things would get a lot uglier. For now, Juniper was going to enjoy her moments of peace. 

Previous chapter: chapter 14

Next chapter: chapter 16

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Your headcanons for the thea sisters is so fun and amusing! I was just wondering if you have more headcanons about them?

Oh DO I--

Once again I will clarify that my headcanons are very genfic-y, so uh, you're not gonna see any comments about the girls' sexual orientations or anything

So with that outa the way, headcanons :]

Canon context for most of these, Violet is canonically passive-aggressive as hell and is capable of dishing out some insane shade (for evidence, please consult every other time she's lightheartedly roasted the other girls, and the scene where the girls talk to Angus in Old Castle (the one where he attempts a pity party thing only for Violet to shut him down coldly); and also the non-English extras in the non-English books :D)

I will draw this at some point, but since Pam canonically believed that classical music is boring back in the day (like fall-asleep-to-the-sound-of-it boring), I like to think that passive-aggressive Violet and her cheeky ass slipped into her stereo key evidence that classical music is NOT boring, while Pam was slowly dozing off in her room or something. Feel free to make your selections of headcanon pieces from Liszt, Shostakovich, Ernst, Verdi, Stravinsky, Tchaikovsky and more :D maybe even slip in a Haydn if you want :DDD

Nicky is the memelord of the group, and Paulina is the interpreter who has to explain to literally everyone what a mood and a tbh creature is.

Violet has a distinct Hangzhou accent when she speaks Chinese because she's been around her grandfather enough that she picked it up. She's rather self-conscious about it, but fortunately no one has made an open note about it so far. Also she is self-conscious about it but she doesn't really know how to change it so it's less "Hangzhou". She also doesn't really want to change it, so there's that.

Ever since I learned that English teachers in China can only be native English speakers from certain first world countries (and South Africa for some reason), I now have the funni idea of Violet having an unexpected accent when she speaks English. Just imagine one of the girls having a brain crash over Vi having either an American (neutral American), British, Irish Canadian, New Zealand, Australian, or South African accent. If it's Australian, then feel free to have Nicky's brain crash and think Vi's a Chinese immigrant who lives in Australia.

Not a Thea Sister, but Vic is canonically a gremlin (in the comics anyway). Headcanon, one of his favorite pastimes is platonically flirting with Pam to get her all flustered. Everybody thinks Pam has a crush on Vic, but the reality is she has a complicated relationship with him, and she's just not used to having someone flirt with her.

Pam is painfully oblivious to Shen having a crush on her, because the way Colette in particular teases her about it makes it sound like Pam has a crush on Shen, which Pam doesn't. That plus the fact that Shen never confessed makes it off to be a stupid rumor (in Pam's mind at least).

Nicky swears a lot, and the only reason they don't appear in the books is because Thea is very aware of the fact that kids like reading her books.

Violet came up with the nickname Coco for Colette out of lighthearted spite for "Vivi" and "Princess", the two nicknames Colette gave her early on in canon (there're these extras in the non-English books, and Dragon's Code's one in particular has the girls writing to each other. Colette gave her the nickname "Princess" because she saw Violet as a "little miss perfect" type person). It was supposed to be a one-off joke that Vi told in front of the girls once, but Coco has stuck ever since.

Enjoy :D

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Chapter 9: Meeting friends and Racing

I woke up dazed the next morning, it's supposed to be Sunday. I rolled out of bed and walked towards the window, the freshness of the air filled my nostrils and the wind blew through my hair. It felt somewhat nice, as it's different to the air from my realm. I looked at my phone, no signal , I thought to myself. Figures that this realm wouldn't have any signal . I placed my phone back in my pocket and put my headphones on to listen to downloaded music. Just my favourites, I put the playlist on loop and sat on my bed thinking. Thinking… I heard a loud knock on my door, I took my headphones off and turned to the door. Asriel stood there looking tired.

"Have you not gotten any sleep?" I asked Asriel, this was a dumb question in retrospect.

"Yeah… I'm feeling a little homesick.." Asriel responded sitting on my bed "Just never been…this far from home?"

"Well, we are a realm away." I responded, standing up "We just have to get used to these surroundings." There was an awkward silence I didn't know what to say, it's not like this has happened to me before.

"I see.." Asriel muttered, he was probably feeling the same way as me . I concluded, at least he doesn't have the guilt of causing it . There was another knock at my door, it was Laval.

"How are you two holding up?" He asked, standing by the door.

"Alright I guess.." Asriel responded, looking down at the floor. I could tell he was missing his parents.. I got up and sighed.

“Would you mind if we sat in your room?” I asked Laval, “It’s just much more cosier in there as it feels you know, actually lived in”. Asriel stood up and we all went to Laval’s room, taking a seat on the floor. It felt cold I thought. “What’s the plan today?” I asked with curiosity, “Doubt much will be happening.”

“Well..” Laval sighed “Dad, is thinking about rolling out the news that we’ve returned…especially with the disappearances-”

“What disappearances?!” Asriel gasped, I got to my feet.

“Before me and Cragger got kidnapped, there were some Lions that went out for a trip. They never returned. The group included a bunch of members from our tribe, plus my ex girlfriend Li’Ella…” Laval looked out of the window, I didn’t make much of a- Wait a moment, EX GIRLFRIEND?! I’m not gonna say anything as this moment is supposed to be sentimental. “The full tribe has been searching for them for months! But to no avail. Dad must’ve thought what happened to me and cragger was something similar..” I looked at Laval in silence, I couldn’t really say much. It had nothing to do with me, I thought to myself. Laval continued looking out of the window, but then he got up and walked towards it with curiosity. Asriel got up and we both stood by the back wall. Laval’s expression changed from curiosity to a cheesy grin, almost a Steven Universe esque grin. He stepped backwards a bit and an eagle came through the window, she was wearing some sort of silver armour. She looked as if she had seemingly seen a ghost.

“I had to see if it was true for myself…” She said oblivious to the fact that me and Asriel were in the room. “You don’t think I wouldn’t notice you watching the race!”

“Eris!” Laval yelled, embracing the Eagle “It’s so good to see you again!”

“I saw Cragger on the way here, he’s coming to meet with you Laval.” Eris was stopped in the middle of her sentence

“Is he?!” Laval let go of the embrace and quickly grabbed the hair band from the right side of his bed and quickly put it in a ponytail, Eris took notice of this.  She seemed to finally notice me and Asriel. but instead of a look of curiosity she was more shocked. Her mouth was gaping open as she looked for the right words.

“I’ve seen you two before.” She muttered walking up towards me and Asriel.

“Uh you have?” I was confused, she wasn’t with Cragger and Laval was she?

“It was in my dreams but I swear I’ve seen you both before!” Eris declared “You're both too.. Distinctive to miss” Wow, thanks for that. 

“Can you remember what this dream is at all?” I asked curiously, it might give us more information on how to get home I thought.

“I’m not too sure… Sorry about that…” Eris noted “By the way, for future reference what’s both your names?”

“I’m Sho Sato, it’s nice to meet you" I said.

“I’m Asriel…” Asriel muttered, fiddling with a bracelet given to him by Akemi. He looked somewhat nervous, a lot has happened within the last couple of days, I concluded. I gave Asriel an apologetic look, it’s my fault he’s here after all.. 

“Well, I’m Eris. It’s a pleasure meeting you both.” She said this turning to Laval “What’s the plan today then?”

“Huh… I’m not too sure. Let me get ready and I’ll think about it!” Laval ushered all three of us out of his room, I sat on the floor whilst Asriel and Eris talked. I smiled, I was happy Asriel was talking to someone. Soon Laval rushed out of his room in a blue tunic and ran straight past us. We soon followed suit.

“Dad, we're going out!” Laval yelled quickly rushing through the gates.

“Wait, Laval.” Lagravis stopped in front of us with a stern look on his face “I understand you want to see your friends, but these two can’t join you.” He gestured at me and Asriel.

“C’mon why not?” Laval groaned, For a sixteen year old he can be a bit immature sometimes. I thought to myself as I tapped my foot on the ground, but I did want to go.

“We don’t want them getting hurt, especially if they don’t know their way around chima.” Lagravis stood firm. “Also hello there Eris.”

“Hi Lagravis” Eris quickly said, keeping silent during this exchange.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine” I commented, “Especially with your son, he seems to know his way around…chima better than anyone.” Lagravis pondered this for a moment, “And there will be like what…8 people there? I’m sure we’ll be fine if anything did happen!” Lagravis looked at me, thinking about how he should handle this situation.

“Yes but what if you get hurt? What will happen then?” Lagravis asked almost challengingly. I took a moment to think but then I crafted the perfect response. “Then we’ll come straight back.” Bullseye.

“Sho does have a point dad.” Laval brought himself back into the conversation, “They’ll be alright trust me.” Laval placed their arm on Lagravis’ shoulder. Lagravis looked at us all, taking a moment to think and then-

“Well I guess you're right, but be back before noon.” Lagravis sighed, walking back towards the throne. Laval looked at me astonished, almost as if he'd never seen that happen before, we began to walk through the temple and Laval turned to me.

“How. did. you. do. that?!” Laval asked in astonishment, I turned to them and smiled.

“Nine years in an orphanage and you can learn some pretty nice tricks.” I commented “I wouldn’t recommend them though.” I said “Plus without your help I don’t think it could have worked.”

“Thanks, but that was brilliant!” Laval yelled, and soon we made our way to the front of the temple where Cragger was waiting for us. “There’s my favourite mudlover!” Laval yelled running up to Cragger giving him a bear hug, I saw Cragger blush slightly.

“Hey there Furboy.” Cragger hugged back, they are not good at hiding it. I concluded, I turned to Eris who was looking at them both. “Anyways! Everyone’s meeting at the usual hangout.”

“Oooo Forever rock?” Laval asked, letting Cragger go “I don’t think we’ve been there with everyone in forever!”

“Forever…rock?” Asriel stuttered “Where’s that?”

“You two will love it!” Laval proudly roared “It’s this rock that’s surrounded by a river.”

“It’s an alright place to read.” Eris said “The river is peaceful and has an overall chill vibe in it.” This forever rock must be cool, I concluded.

“So how are we all going to get there?” Eris asked, “I can fly but Sho and Asriel don’t exactly have speedorz.”

“Oh that’s simple.” Cragger said as he and Laval both hopped onto their respective Speedorz. Both me and Asriel hopped onto the speedor, we decided to swap this time so I rode with Laval and Asriel rode with Cragger. And let me just say this now, LAVAL’S FUR IS SOFT! Like I don't know why but it just is! No wonder Cragger and Laval snuggle up to each other all the time, Laval’s fur is actually soft, I concluded. Soon, we found ourselves at this forever rock. And at first, I didn’t see anything special with it until I looked at the rock itself. It showed a tally with a lion head and crocodile head scratched on either side of the rock and I looked at the scores. Twenty-one marks for Laval and nineteen marks for Cragger, most looked way old while others looked like they had been carved in there recently. I spied two people over there, a Gorilla and Wolf. The gorilla was dressed in an attire that had loads of flowers on it. The wolf had a ‘me vs the world’ attire with a red cape. He also was wearing eyeliner. Me, Asriel, Laval and Cragger hopped off the speedorz and Eris landed. They both turned to look at us all.

“Finally you made it, Eris.” The wolf complained, and he soon took notice of Laval and Cragger. “What happened to you two, you disappeared for a week.”

“Dudes your back!” The Gorilla exclaimed “What happened?!” both soon took notice of me and Asriel, “Whoa! You two dudes look cool!”.

“Laval, Cragger, who are these two?” The wolf asked, “They don’t look like they belong in chima.”

“This is Sho and Asriel.” Cragger stated “They’re from a completely separate realm. We’ll explain when everyone else gets here.”

“Sho, Asriel. This is Gorzan” Laval pointed to the gorilla “He’s a lovable goofball who literally has a heart made of gold.” Gorzan came up to us.

“Hello dudes! Whoa it’s amazing having new friends!” Gorzan stated, going in to hug us both. Once he let go my attention turned to the wolf.

“And this is Worriz.” Laval said, proceeding to point to the wolf “He’s a loner type guy but will still happily hang around people. As long as you don’t annoy him.” I looked at Worriz then at Asriel, who was shaking his head. I tried biting my tongue to prevent making a joke.

Don’t say it 

Don’t say it 

Don’t say-

“Emo wolf-” I blurted out quickly covering my mouth, everyone looked at me and began to laugh. Except for Worriz and Asriel, Asriel looked worried as Worriz came up to me threateningly.

“What did you say?!” Worriz growled and stared daggers at me.

“Nothing-” I quickly said, shutting my mouth as a giggle began to seep through my mouth. This made Laval and Cragger laugh even louder.

“Are you trying to be funny?!” Worriz growled louder, “Because it isn’t.”

“Firstly, everyone here except for you and Asriel are laughing.” I commented in a joking tone “And second you aren’t making it hard.” He shuddered, I doubt he expected that. I’ve either somewhat earned his respect, or he’s going to murder me the next chance he gets. Either way it was worth it.

“Anyways, let’s take a seat.” Laval stated and we all took a seat near the rock, just chatting about general things. I could see Asriel starting up a conversation with Gorzan, I couldn’t hear what they were saying however but I didn’t need to. I was just happy that Asriel is finally getting used to this new…situation we are in. I looked at Laval and Cragger, Cragger had his head resting on Laval’s lap as they both talked. Both enjoyed each other's company as they both chatted, joking and laughing. Soon two more people joined us, a Raven and a Rhino. The raven had black feathers and a hook, he was also wearing different combinations of red whilst the Rhino was wearing a leather attire with different rocks around his neck like a necklace.

“Greetings and salutations my good friends.” Said the raven, taking a seat next to Worriz. He took an almost instant notice of Laval and Cragger. “Laval, Cragger you're both back?”

“Hello good friends!” Yelled the Rhino, taking a seat next to Eris. “Hello Laval! Hello Cragger!” Both the Raven and rhino soon took notice of both me and Asriel. “Whoaa! Who are you two?!” The rhino said almost aloof like.

“I’m Sho Sato.” I said looking at both of them.

“And I’m Asriel Dreemurr, it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

“Well I’m Rogon!” The rhino stated proudly “Can’t believe we have new friends! I wonder if they are able to destroy rocks..”

“I’m Razar.” The raven turned to me “And my good friend, you seem to be lacking in something around your ears. How about these nice circle things for only 20% off?” I felt around my neck then looked back at the ‘circle things’. Wait…THOSE ARE MY HEADPHONES! HE JUST DECIDED TO STEAL MY HEADPHONES!

“Please be careful around Razar you two.” Cragger stated, sitting up in the process “He has a tendency to steal things and tries to sell them back to you.”

“Nu-uh!” Razar interjected “These are 100% my original design.”

“I’ve got something for ya.” I presented Razar with a one pound coin “Give me my headphones back and I’ll give you this coin. Straight from my realm.” Razar looked at the headphones then back at the coin, almost as if he was actually contemplating the deal.

“It’s a deal my good friend!” We did a trade and I successfully got my headphones back, but at the same time lost one pound. That kinda sucks not going to lie. “Thanks for doing business with you!” He turned and sat back down next to Worriz, showing him the coin proudly, “Wait did you say ‘from my realm’?”

“Eyup!” I grinned, “Long story. Who are we waiting on now?” I turned to Eris with curious intent.

“Bladvic.” Eris stated “He’s probably fallen asleep on the way here.”

“Should we wait for him..?” Laval muttered, stretching his arms “He could be awhile..” However we didn’t have to wait, as a brown grizzly bear lazily walked up to the stone and fell asleep. I was confused by this.

“Will he be able to-”

“Oh yeah he will be able to listen” Cragger confirmed “It’s a strange thing the bear tribe can do. They’ve somewhat mastered the art of sleep.” Sans would love the bear tribe. I concluded “Anyways Sho and Asriel, that's Bladvic, he normally sleeps a lot.”

“I figured” Asriel commented, still fiddling with the bracelet. “Anyways what should we do?”

“Well, that’s what we want to figure out!” Laval said standing up, “So..Have we got any ideas?”

“How about we fight?” Cragger jumped up and punched the air. I looked at him in awe, Wait do I admire Cragger? I mean he is the coolest person I know, and he cares alot about his friends.

“Not really feeling it. Plus Sho would get thrashed.” Laval commented, turning to me “He’s got some weak punches.”

“Hey!” I yelled “They’re not that bad!” I lied. A bunch of other ideas were thrown about, but soon I got one that made me smile. I stood up and walked in front of the rock. “How about a speedor race?” They all turned to me with confused looks, Laval’s eyes illuminated with excitement “Well, I did show Laval Mario Kart. I reckon it’s only fair if he shows me whatever racing he likes.” They all huddled within a circle and talked for a couple of moments.

“Sho you don’t know how to ride those motorbike things do you?” Asriel whispered, shuffling towards me.

“Nope!” I responded “But it doesn’t help to learn!” Soon they all turned to me and Asriel.

“That’s a brilliant idea Sho!” Laval roared, “Everyone grab your speedorz while me and Cragger set up the track!” soon they all dispersed with them all going to fetch their Speedorz, it should be a ten minute job I thought to myself. I looked around, Laval and Cragger were cheerfully talking amongst themselves although from the looks of it it must be something serious. Also they were seemingly flirting as Cragger booped Laval’s nose with his tail which made them blush immensely. I looked at Asriel who was still fiddling with the bracelet.

“How are you enjoying yourself?” Asriel asked me.

“Huh?” I was confused by this.

“How are you enjoying yourself?” Asriel repeated more bluntly, looking at me with a concerned look “Don’t you miss your family too?”

“Well yeah..” I looked at him with a caring look, he was like a brother to me. “But doing stuff like this keeps my mind off it. Plus you're my best friend, and to be honest I feel safe with you.” Asriel gave a tiny smile, “Plus I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. They’ll have to kill me first!”

“Ahaha… Thanks Sho.” Asriel laughed “You always seem to find anything good in a bad situation”

“Exactly!” I grinned, I saw Laval and Cragger walking up to us. Both looking kind of nervous “What’s up with you two?” I asked.

“Well me and Cragger have been talking..” Laval muttered, I noticed him grabbing Cragger’s hand.

“And we both trust you and Asriel with this first… Although I don’t know why- Wouldn’t Eris be the best to tell first?” Cragger turned to Laval, “She is one of our closest friends after all.”

“Wasn’t Sho the one that you talked to about you liking me?” Laval asked, turning back to Cragger. “Oh right- Yeah that makes sense!” Cragger and Laval both looked back at us. Took a deep breath and raised the hands that were held together. 

“We’re dating!” They both announced to us, I didn’t get why they made such a big spectacle of it. There were only two people here, I thought. I looked at them both with their cheesy grins and smiled.

“Whoa!” Asriel gasped, placing his hands over his mouth "I'm so proud of you both!" He ran up and hugged them, I stood up.

"Whoa! That is actually sick!" I gasped, joining Asriel in with the hug. I didn't have the heart to tell them that I had already caught on. 

"Could you two keep it a secret please? No-one knows about this.." Laval muttered although he was grinning from right to left. Asriel nodded.

“Obviously! It’s your secret to tell!” We all let go and me and Asriel sat back down.

"Thank you Sho. You are a good friend to have." Cragger said, still holding Laval's hand. "Oh and one more thing-" Cragger leant in for Laval's cheek and pecked his mouth on Laval's cheek quickly turned around and ran. "I'm going to beat you at these races furboy~" I saw Laval turn red, he looked as if he was about to faint. He turned to look at us and gave a genuine smile.

"Oh you're on, tiny tail!" Laval yelled with glee chasing after his lover, “Wait does that count as a first kiss?!” I heard Laval yell as his voice became more distant. I laughed eyup, those two are made for eachother. 

Soon, like ten-ish minutes from the top of my head, the course was finished and everyone began riding their speedorz down to the starting line. I took a seat next to Asriel as Laval began to explain the rules.

“Okay so!” Laval roared, standing at the starting line “The course is simple to what we are used to, the Speedor speedway. Which is what I’m dubbing it, should allow us to have a sweet race while we allow Sho and Asriel to get used to it!”

“Oh- I’m taking part?” Asriel asked standing up “I don’t exactly know how to ride them..”

“It’s actually really simple!” Cragger stated “But if you want Rogon can ride with you.”

“Yeah I’m fine with that.” Rogon said turning to Asriel “We’re going to be a sick duo…Mr Dreamer!”

“Dreemurr.” Asriel corrected with a slight laugh “It’s Dreemurr.”

“Oh right-” Rogon said, looking at both of us.

“It’s also two Laps around the course.” Laval stated, soon we all took our seats, the first race was with Eris and Worriz. I took a seat as everyone began the final preparations, Asriel took a seat next to me as the rest of us were just chatting. Soon I heard the revving of engines and knew the race was going to begin.

“You're going down Eagle!” Worriz growled trying to act intimidating, this made me want to laugh but I had to stifle it.

“Not a chance Worriz! I’ve been training for quite a while now!” Eris yelled.

“Are we ready?” Laval shouted, Eris nodded her head while Worriz acknowledged Laval’s statement, “Then go!” And soon they sped off! I was shocked at how fast the speedorz actually were. I made mental notes of how they were riding them, soon Eris crossed the finish line and moments later so did Worriz.

“What happened to ‘your going down Eagle’?” Eris asked sarcastically, I saw Worriz mutter something but I didn’t know what he said. He quietly sat back down and I couldn’t help but laugh a tiny bit. The next few races were overall the same, me being in awe at the absolute speed of them, taking mental notes of the entire thing. Until it got to Laval and Cragger’s race, I was curious as to how this was going to go due to the banter earlier.

“You're going down mudlover!” I heard Laval shout playfully “It’ll be another point to me!”

“HA! You think?!” Cragger nudged Laval with his elbow “I’m going to win for sure!”

“Okay are we ready?” I heard Eris yell, beginning to fly over the course.

“Of course!” I heard them both yell, revving up the engines. I got to my feet in excitement, this was going to be tense. I heard a crack of a twig and looked behind me, although I didn’t see anyone.

“Alright…” I saw Eris take a deep breath “Go!” And both of them turned into a blur, as they sped off. Laval’s ponytail waved through the air almost looking as excited as I was! I watched with amazement, this is truly exciting, I thought to myself as they both hit the second lap. As they both raced past me, I felt some kind of force going through my hair. The race was tight! However there only could be one winner, and as the tires screeched we all looked at the ending of this somewhat intense race.

“Told ya Furboy~” Cragger teased Laval, booping his nose with his tail again “I told ya I’d win!”

“Dang it.” Laval muttered, proceeding to blush. “Well you won, fair and square. The point goes to you tiny tail.” Laval fixed up his ponytail as he walked down to the rock with the markings, “However! I haven’t done this in a week! You’ve gotta give me a break there.”

“Tell yourself that furboy.” I heard Cragger say, the voices growing distant “Plus my tail isn’t that tiny!”

“Ahaha I’m just kidding Cragger!” Laval roared, I looked at everyone else, nobody really seemed to notice this other than Eris. Who gave a gentle smile at them, Oh she’s the mother of the group. I concluded. I got up and stretched.

“Okay.” I muttered looking at Asriel “It’s our turn I guess, you ready?” Asriel got up and sighed “What’s up?” I asked in a concerned tone.

“Nothing, just nerves.” Asriel muttered, Laval and Cragger came back from the rock “Well c’mon! We have a race to do!”

“Oh that’s right! I’ll move my speedor!” Laval shouted, “Rogon get your speedor in place!”

“Sho do you wanna ride mine?” Cragger asked, walking up to me “I know you don’t have your own and all..” My eyes lit up with excitement.

“Of course!” I ecstatically walked up to the speedor and hopped on, there were a bunch of controls and I had to stop myself from pressing any incase I started it by accident. Rogon moved his speedor into place and both Asriel and Rogon hopped on, with Rogon explaining to Asriel what each button does. Cragger did the same with me.

“Sho are you sure you don’t want me to ride with ya?” Cragger asked, looking at me “You're new to this and all.”

“I’ll be fine” I said with confidence “Looks simple enough.”

“Oh, Alright then. Just be careful” Cragger said, turning around to sit down. I looked at Asriel and he looked somewhat confident.

“Here’s to a good race” Asriel shouted at me. “Same here!” I replied, Laval stood up.

“Are our racers ready!?” Laval roared, I began to rev up the engine as Asriel did the same with some help from Rogon. We both nodded and I put my headphones on to blast music, both of us determined to beat the other. Laval took a deep breath “GO!”. And we both sped off, wind blowing through both our hairs. We cut in between trees and I could hear Rogon helping Asriel to try and get in front of me, It was neck and neck I concluded. Soon we finished the first lap and we were on the second lap. I got ahead of Asriel and we were about half way, till I heard Asriel yell.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa!” I heard Rogon yell “Who threw the peb-”

CRASH!

I stopped Cragger’s speedor and hopped off, OH GOD ASRIEL! NONONO- I began to panic as I rushed down to the crash site, Rogon was knocked out and I saw someone pick up Asriel and begin to walk off. She looked similar to Cragger, she had a pink tunic on and looked overall more…vicious than Cragger.

“HEY!” I shouted running up to her, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY FRIEND?!”

“What the-” She growled, turning to me “You're new.”

“PUT MY FRIEND DOWN!” I ran towards her, however she tripped me up with her tail.

“I don’t have time for this.” She growled, I got up and tried to swing for her but she caught my hand. “You're lucky I don’t have my men with me. Or you’d be dead.” She threw me to one side and I was slammed into a tree…

Vision going blurry.. No I can’t Asriel… He needs me…

Asriel…

I’m so sorry..

This is all my fault..

“Sho!” I heard a familiar voice, I looked around but I couldn’t see them.. “Laval! Sho and Rogon are knocked out and Asriel is nowhere to be found!”

Asriel…

ASRIEL?!

“ASRIEL!” I jolted up. I tried to get up but my body felt weak.. It felt heavy and I was scared… Asriel..

“Sho don’t move.” I heard Cragger’s voice “You're going to be alright. Laval go and tell Lagravis he’s awake.”

“Got it!” I heard Laval’s voice, then I heard them run down the steps. My head felt dizzy and my vision was slightly blurry, I found my glasses and put them on and looked around. I was back at the lion temple.

“Cragger, where's Asriel!?” I panicked, I felt like I was on the verge of tears.. I could hear my heart beating and my ears were ringing.

“He wasn’t with you or Rogon..” Cragger said, looking down. No….nonononono.. Not Asriel.. “Sho what happened..” Cragger looked at me sympathetically..

“S-someone threw a pebble at Rogon’s speedor..” I muttered, trying not to bawl my eyes out “They crashed, when I stopped to check the damages.. Someone was picking up Asriel. She looked like you… had some sort of…pink clothing on her…” I looked at Cragger… his eyes widened as he gave me a shocked look..

“Wait…no it can’t be…she went into voluntary exile two years ago…” I saw Cragger think for a moment, he turned around and ran “LAVAL! IT’S CROOLER!” His voice became distant.. The ringing in my ears got louder to an overwhelming degree... I began to cry.

Asriel… I’m so sorry, I’ve failed you..

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I woke up and stared at the metal bars, I marked another day off the wall… 3 months I’ve been locked up here.. I turned and saw someone open the cell.

“It’s your lucky day.” Crooler snarled “We’ve got a new guest, say hi to this…whatever this is.” Crooler threw this unfamiliar animal into the cage, he looked… scared. Crooler turned to Ripnik, “Bring him tomorrow to put under the persuader plant. He seems like he’ll be a useful asset to us.” Crooler turned away and walked off, probably preparing to put him under the plant… I walked to the unfamiliar thing and helped him up.. “You're okay for now..” I said gently, almost mother-like, “Try and breathe.”

“Who are you?!” He jumped back “Where’s Sho?!”

“Is he your friend?” I asked.

“Yeah… My best friend..” he seems to be calming down..

“What does he look like?” I questioned..

“Well, he has brown scruffy hair, a black Jacket… and wears glasses.” I don’t think I know anyone of that description here… 

“Anyone else..” I continued to question.

“I..I.. What are they going to do to me?” He began to panic again “Am I going to die?!”

“No… no you're not. I’m going to make sure of it” I guided him to sit down on the floor.. “I’m Li’Ella… What's your name?” I sat next to him..

“Asriel…Asriel Dreemurr..” He looked at me, “Please… help me..” I hugged him as he wept in my arms.. Crooler can’t do this…especially to a kid just like her.. Asriel soon fell to sleep and I put him down..

“What do we do..” I asked myself, I heard a small murmur… but nothing else, this place was run by defectors from the tribes… animals who actually liked Crooler’s ideals.. I sighed and layed back down…hoping the lion tribe would soon find us..

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I think one of my biggest regrets with the 2nd half of the story is that I don't use chima more but for what it is it's really good! I think that majorly comes from the dynamics I've picked out for the chapter and how it works narrative wise. Plus it's in my top three so I have some bias /j

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i’d get him to swap our places

eddie munson x reader

words: 1.7k

warnings: death, swearing, kissing (please comment if you see any other)

summary: you go to the upside down with eddie and dustin. 

a/n: i just finished st4 and im literally so sad so i figured id put that to good use. side note - im actually really disappointed with how will was treated in these episodes, he deserved so much more.

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You followed Eddie and Dustin through to the Upside Down, carefully stepping over the vines to form a layer of protection over the trailer. After finding out what was happening, you insisted on helping as well. After all, there was no way you were letting your boyfriend run into some strange mirror world without you.

As you and Eddie properly place the wire fence around the trailer, Dustin follows by arranging all the knives and makeshift spears through the gaps in hope that it would stop or at least slow down the bats. 

Phase 1 of the plan was in motion and as you waited for the signal, the three of you sat on the dusty sofa. Eddie had brought his guitar and was tuning it, claiming that the plan wouldn’t work if the notes weren’t perfect. You lay your head on his shoulder, entwining your hands with his, trying to be as close and physically possible before the three of you would have to go and fight. 

All of a sudden, you heard radio static. You couldn’t make out what was being said, but the distinct tone of Nancy’s voice told you all you needed to know. It was time. 

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Helping Eddie up to the roof of the trailer, Dustin followed him while you stayed below, keeping the door open for a faster exit. You gave a slight nod to Eddie and he began, the distraction was a go. 

You couldn’t help but slightly smile as you saw him play Master of Puppets. He loved music, always had, and it brought you a form of joy knowing that he was having a bit of fun.

However, your smile immediately changed to an expression of fear and determination as you heard Dustin shout out, “They’re coming!”

You turned to where he was looking and saw a cloud of bats flying towards you. 

“T - 30 seconds!”, you heard Dustin yell. 

You stayed prepared as Dustin counted down to 1. The moment you heard him yell that, both of them jumped down and ran inside as the bats attacked, the wire holding for now. 

As Eddie and Dustin celebrated, you were distracted by the constant pecking on the roof. All of the sudden, one of the bats got through. You got pushed away as Dustin and Eddie ran forward, stabbing the bat. However, all around you, more and more bats had started attacking. 

All three of you did your best, but it was no use, you knew that within a minute the roof wouldn’t exist and everything would be over. 

All of a sudden, you heard Eddie scream, “I have an idea, I-”, he stabbed a bat with his shield, “I can get them away from here, but both of you need to stay in the trailer.”

“What no, we have to stay toge-”. Eddie opened the door and ran out, shouting random things to get the bats attention. Soon enough, all of them had followed him, leaving you and Dustin safe. 

“We have to help him, c’mon”, you said to Dustin, but he was already halfway outside the door.

You followed him but stepped back in surprise when he slammed the door in your face. 

“Dustin what the fu- don’t you dare.” You yelled as Dustin ran out the trailer and left you inside, locking the door with a lock that just conveniently happened to be outside. 

“I’m sorry, he told me to keep you safe no matter what. Just wait here, I’ll find him.”

“Dustin Henderson I swear if you don’t come back here right now I am going to kill you, let me out!” You tried pushing against the door but it wouldn’t budge. For such a dump, the locks were surprisingly good. 

Still, you shouted at Dustin who just looked back at you with a sorry expression before running off to find Eddie. 

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“Eddie! Eddie where are you?”, you shouted, finally having picked the lock with a piece of metal you found on the floor. “Eddie! Dustin! Dustin?”, your voice was hoarse from all the screaming, but still you yelled and yelled, running in the direction you saw Dustin go. 

Finally you reached a clearing, noticing all the dead bats your eyes focus on a figure sitting hunched over another person. In your heart, at that moment, you knew something was really wrong. 

The dread, the worry, the fear, a flurry of emotions took control as you ran forward as fast as you could, falling down next to Dustin and Eddie. 

“I think it’s finally my year Henderson”, Eddie said. Just for a brief second you went back to the day he said that in school. 

“This is my year” You heard him say to Dustin as you smiled up at him from your seat on the dining table. “I can feel it, ‘86 baby.”

You laughed as he sat down and wrapped an arm around your waist as you leant in to press a kiss to his lips. He was so happy, and that made you happy.

That brought you back to reality, the realisation that while he was happy the last time he said it, this time he had blood covering his face and body.

“Hey Eddie, you’re okay, it’s okay.”, you muttered as you looked at where all he’d been injured. His breathing was irregular, you could tell it hurt him to do anything at all. 

“Hey angel, I’m- I’m okay, I promise”, he murmured back. Your eyes were glossy as you tried to hold back the tears that were collecting. 

“Don’t worry a- about me, I love you, it’s okay.”, he continued before moving his head to look at Dustin. 

“I love you, man.”, Eddie said. Dustin too was crying, trying to keep it in control as he reassured Eddie it would be fine. 

“I love you too.”

You saw Eddie smile, like he was content with life and you panicked. 

“Don’t- don’t go I need you. Please just- just wait, just hold on.” You looked around for anything that would help, but all you saw was dead bats, rocks and trees for miles. 

“Shit, Eddie just hold on.” You were still grasping his hands as tight as you could as Dustin applied pressure to his wounds. You were breathing hard, wracking your mind and trying to think of a solution, anything that would save him.

As you looked down again, you saw that his head had started falling to the side, you immediately pulled it back, forcing him to look at you.  He offered a small smile, the best he could do in his current predicament. Using all his energy to bring a bloody hand up to your cheek, you noticed a tear fall from his eyes as he quietly said “I- I love you Y/N”.

Before you could reply, his hand fell down, leaving a trail of blood, his blood, on your cheek. His head fell to the side and his eyes stilled as the last of his tears ran down his face. 

Your eyes widened. “Oh god, no no no. I love you too, I- I love you too”, you whispered, grabbing his face. “C’mon its fine just- just look at me, I love you, please.” 

“Dustin help me. We have to take him to the hospital, we have to help him, we- we can still hel-”. You broke down crying, resting your head on Eddie’s shoulder as his shirt muffled your sobs. 

After what felt like minutes but was actually much longer, you felt Dustin’s hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him, your red eyes matching his own. 

“We have to go, we can’t stay here.”

“Wait, what about Eddie. We have to take him. Dustin i’m not leaving him here.”, you said back, your voice raspy. 

“We can’t carry him, we don’t have a choice.”

“We- we can’t- I can’t leave him here. Its- he deserves better, so much better.”

“Y/N, even if we could take him back, no one would help, the moment someone saw him the police would take his body away, d-”, he paused closing his eyes for a second, “or alive.”

You took a couple deep breaths, knowing Dustin was right. 

“Okay. But we’re not leaving him here. The least we could do is take him back to the trailer.”

“We can do that”, he said back, in a soft tone. 

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The two of you made it back to Hawkins ad immediately realised what had happened. There were cracks everywhere, people’s houses had fallen in. That was the earthquake the two of you had felt earlier while carrying Eddie’s body back to the trailer. 

In your hand, you had one of Eddie’s necklaces. The other was around Dustin’s neck, while the third was still on Eddies body. You had found them in his palm, slipping out as the two of you lifted him up. You noticed and picked it up, after realising what it was, you closed your eyes to stop the tears, and then continued taking him back.

Once you reached the trailer, you gave one to Dustin, kept one with yourself and left the third on his chest, above his heart. The third one matched one of your own necklaces. 

“What if we got matching necklaces?”, he said to you one day as the two of you walked to his house.

“What?”, you asked, making sure you heard him right. You never thought that Eddie Munson would want matching necklaces with anyone, least of all you. 

“I have these two guitar pics and they have the same really cool design and i could turn those into necklaces, it would be really fun.”, he replied. You realised he was being serious and agreed. 

You promised you would never take yours off, and never did, keeping it on at all times, it was your good luck charm. Not a week later, the two of you were dating.

You grimaced at the unwelcome memory, not wanting to remember how great it was when the person you loved most in the world wasn’t there anymore. 

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For the next couple days, you helped around as much as you could, doing your best to distract yourself from your feelings and help the people who got hurt during the earthquake. 

While you folded some blankets, you looked around and noticed that almost everyone was now standing outside. You too followed and made your way through the crowd to the front where you saw Dustin. Red clouds covered the sky while the plants withered. Dust started falling and almost everything was a shade duller than before. 

Panick and fear clouded your mind as you locked eye contact with Dustin, the both of you knowing what just happened.

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could you do 12 with goth!mikasa?

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” + Mikasa Ackerman

cw: mean dom!mikasa, some biting, choking, clit slapping, public sex (no one sees), Mikasa has a strap-on, humiliation.

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“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

When you heard those words come out of her mouth, you didn’t think it would mean she would be dragging you all the way to the changing rooms. You thought it was something more along the lines of ‘I’ll punch you till your nose is broken.’ Truth be told, you were always really mean to Mikasa. The cliche of the popular mean girl and the goth chick.

Well, right now that goth chick is locking the door to the locker room and taking off your posh private college’s green and black tie. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a huge crush on Mikasa, but it would harm your popularity, so you remained silent about it.

“You think you’re all that, don’t you?” She grins as she unbuttons your white collared shirt, letting it drop to the floor. She leans down, shimmying your skirt down your hips, lifting each of your legs so you can step out of it.

“Answer me.” She says through gritted teeth, hand wrapping around your throat, black fingernails digging into your skin.

“I-I don’t.”

“Who would have thought, the great queen bee would be at my mercy?”

“Shut up!” You blurt out, eyes growing wide as realization hits. Mikasa looks up at you with a surprised smile before she unclasped your bra, throwing it to the pile of discarded clothes.

“I’ve had enough of your shit for a long time,” she says, grip on your hair tight to pull you closer to her, “it’s time for you to get punished for it.”

“Wait-wait! What do you mean?” You gulp. Mikasa leans closer to you, making sure there isn’t a single centimeter between the two of you, and kisses your lips softly. You melt into the kiss immediately, hands wrapping around her neck before she slips her tongue in your mouth and you just let her. What would people think of you if they saw? Disgusting. Yet there you are, taking her college sweatshirt off, unclasping her bra, wasting no time.

“Okay, you had your fun. But I made a promise before, didn’t I?” She grins and turns around, opening what you assumed was her locker. She took her skirt off and you almost whine at her beautiful curves and the sight of her bare ass. You can’t believe she was going around with no panties on, even the mere thought brings a wet stain on your own underwear.

“What’s that?” Your eyes grow wide. You’re not stupid, you know it’s a strap-on. The only problem was that it was huge.

“Shh. No talking.” She orders as she ties the belt around her waist, coming over you to kiss your lips again. Her hands take off your underwear, letting the fabric fall on the floor. You shiver at the contact of her hand with your clit, but it feels oh-so-good, the way she’s so rough, doesn’t even care if you like it or if it hurts; spoiler alert, you love it.

Mikasa still has a hold around your throat as two of her fingers work their way into your tight hole, making your moans echo in the empty room. Her hold tightens, she wants to make sure there are some marks that your expensive concealer won’t cover. Black-stained lips meet your neck and collarbones, no space left without a red mark.

“Mikasa, fuck, I’m-”

“No, you’re not. Hold it.” She orders as her fingers pick up the pace with which she was thrusting them in you. The squelching sounds of your pussy fill the room, until she stops and releases them with a distinct ‘pop’. She probs your bottom lip with them before forcing them in your mouth, making you lick them clean. Which you do, sucking so desperately in two fingers, the way she gags you with them making you squirm.

“I can’t wait to see how you take my cock.” She giggles in your ear and flips you over, breasts pressing against the cold surface as she spreads your ass cheeks wide, taking in the sight.

“I don’t think I can take it.” You mumble, embarrassed at the way your body reacts at every touch of her. Mikasa wraps an arm around your stomach, bringing it down to your clit. The little slaps have you moaning again, hole fluttering around nothing.

“I wasn’t asking.” She bites your shoulder one last time before straightening her stance again.

“N-no, wait-oh, fuck!” The tip of her cock slowly stretches you open, the sensation overbearing. Her hand finds your hair, always in that perfectly tight preppy ponytail, which she grabs for leverage. Slowly, more and more of her strap-on fits inside you and you can swear you can feel every single one of the resin veins as your walls clench around the length of it.

“Mikasa, fuck! I’m-I’m coming, God, let me...let me come!” Your nonsense makes Mikasa laugh at you, her hand meeting with your sensitive clit to slap it again. Her rough thrusts send your head to hit against a locker, the dizzy feeling only making you want more.

Your orgasm sends you over the edge, legs shaking uncontrollably, mouth left agape for some drool to run from the side and you could swear some of your cum dripped down to the pile of clothes.

“You ruined my shirt, bitch.” The hold she has on your hips is too tight, her cock is milking your orgasm in a painfully, unbelievably good way and everything feels sore.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaim, eyes blurry and burning as another orgasm slowly builds up. Mikasa leans back, now not even the tip inside you, before she rams into you unexpectedly, tip reaching your cervix to make you scream her name.

“Come on, I’m not doing all the work here.” She grins and sits on the bench. You straddle her lap, cock slipping into your hole easily, as you set a slow pace. Mikasa pays more attention to your breasts, fondling with one as the other is in her mouth, teeth grazing against your nipple as her other hand comes to your clit. “Faster.” She mumbles, leaving more marks on your body, making sure you would be humiliating yourself at some point soon.

“I said faster, bitch. Can’t you do one thing right?” She looks up at you through her eyelids, smoky eyeliner slightly smudged, yet she still looks incredibly hot.

“So-sorry .” You mumble, but your thighs are burning and it’s so hard, but it feels so good. You want to please her, make her feel good.

“Get up.” She orders and you do so, watching her remove the belt around her and setting the strap-on to the side. Legs spreading wide, she leans back a little and looks down at her pussy, then back at you. You get on your knees, hands wrapped around her pillowy thighs, before you look up at her.

“I’ve never have...”

“Well, better make it good then.” She shrugs, hand pushing your head down until your face meets with her clit. Her hand guides you to the right spots, and you’re licking, sucking around her folds, taking your time to explore her. You can hear her moaning softly, deciding to help a bit more, you slip a finger inside her wet hole, the way she sucks you in almost intoxicating.

“F-fuck!” She whines, her sweet release leaving you messy and wet. You look up at her, wondering what her next move is. Will she leave and never say anything of it?

You didn’t expect her to just ram you against the lockers and start fingering you again, as her other hand groped your breasts.

“Too much, please! Mikasa, ‘s too much!” You whine, moaning desperately. The third finger that she adds has you creaming around them, gasping for breath as she kisses your neck.

“This is what you get for being the biggest bitch on campus.” She whispers in your ear before removing herself completely off you, having you trying to catch your breath desperately. Mikasa gets dressed quickly and hides the strap-on back where she took it from. With one smirk thrown your way, she throws your bra and panties at you, leaving you to wonder why she’s holding on to your clothes.

“Let’s see how you get out of here. I told you I’d ruin you.” She laughs as she leaves with your clothes shoved in her backpack.

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[chanfictions]

I'm so excited! Kisame and number 9 "Shut up and kiss me already."🌸

Heyyyyoooo, I'm back and writing things two feet to the left of my prompts and pretending like I have any control over the shit in my head. I swear, I had the line included originally… then the plot monster bit me and changed some things, and suddenly it didn’t quite fit anymore, but I decided to roll with it. The prompt inspired the chapter, so that still totally counts, right?? The underground rave AU from Love Game and Lucky has a mind and will of its own. We all know Chan has a history of getting carried away and apparently also can't say no to another Kisame series. Because, you know, reasons. 

There's more Kisame in a too-tight t-shirt coming after this. My outline is full of more things, but this felt like a good spot to end a chapter, so here you go!

Lucky Pt. 2 - Kiss The Girl

Love Game - Lucky Pt. 1 - Lucky Pt. 2 - Love Game Pt. 2

Kisame x Reader

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In the spirit of the prompt - "Shut up and kiss me already."

This may be triggering for some folks, so please heed the warnings. 

Warnings: yandere themes, domestic violence, choking, unhealthy relationship dynamics, blood, bodily harm, hurt/comfort. Hidan being a real piece of shit. 

With a content sigh, you shuffled up the cracked concrete stairs to your apartment, distracted as you dug through the black hole that was the bottom of your purse to locate your hopefully-not-forgotten keys. After spending a surprisingly relaxing week crashing on your unexpected savior's couch and borrowing his t-shirts in exchange for some much needed housekeeping, you had finally felt it was time to go home. Despite Kisame's insistence otherwise, you had begun to feel like you were imposing, not to mention you were desperately in need of a change of clothes.

Frustrated that your mythical keys still seemed to be missing in action, you huffed in annoyance and leaned against your door, briefly considering dumping the contents of your bag on the sidewalk before pulling your phone from your back pocket to shoot off a quick text, thinking that maybe you left them on Kisame's couch. You just hoped he hadn't already left for work. Before you could finish hammering out the inquiry, you abruptly became aware that there was sound coming from inside. Confused, you turned your head and pressed your ear to the door. The TV was on.

Why the fuck is my TV on? 

Hastily cramming your half-finished message back into your pocket, you spun around and twisted the knob. To your distinct displeasure, it turned, and the door creaked open.

"Hey, cupcake."

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

It was Hidan.

Kisame grunted as he shifted a stack of boxes full of clanking liquor bottles up onto the slick surface of the cluttered bar. Prepping for another raucous, sold-out show meant he had to come in early and begin the arduous process of restocking supplies and performing sound checks that were definitely not part of his job description. He paused for a moment to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face with his shirt and twisted open a bottle of water in an effort to find relief from the heat brought on by Kakuzu's penchant for not running the air conditioning unless the bar was full of paying customers.

The buzz of his phone in his pocket caught his attention mid-swallow, and when he saw the name on the screen, he couldn't help but to smile. "Hey, darlin', you forget something or just miss me already?" He inquired playfully while pinning the phone between his cheek and shoulder to have enough free hands to begin unloading the box in front of him. Several long moments went by before he was answered by static and crackling followed by two muffled but painfully familiar voices arguing in the distance. Kisame's chest twisted into knots, and his playful smile melted into a tense line when he called your name and the sound of a loud crash followed by breaking glass came through as your response.

"Come on, Hoshigaki. We have a lot of shit to move before the show tonight," Zabuza glared at his coworker around the massive speaker that was precariously balanced against his chest. "The hell are you standing around for?"

"Tell Kakuzu I'm taking an early lunch," Kisame answered tersely, leaving the bar at a rapid clip and stuffing his phone in his pocket without ending the call, ignoring the irritated bark of his coworker that carried through the empty hall behind him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

But there wasn't time to explain. Even though it was further dampened by being in his pocket, Kisame could hear the escalations still happening on the other end of the line. Fervent shouting and sharp bangs rang out against his leg as ripped the door to his truck opened and slammed it shut behind him. His fingers fumbled keys before he finally managed to jam them into the ignition. You didn't live far, but he needed to hurry. Hidan might not be so patient this time.

You should have known better. You should have just turned around and bolted back through your front door to run for your life the second you heard that scumbag's voice. 

But you didn't.

Of course you didn't. No, you just had to open your big fucking mouth and lay into him for being a fucking psycho and breaking into your apartment, and not to mention, you know, trying to kill you.

But that didn't seem to bother Hidan. No, he just pointed that slick, crooked smile at you while finishing a glass full of your whiskey and sauntered toward you like he hadn't tried to slit your throat a week ago. Bruises still stained his otherwise perfectly punchable face, a lasting gift from his encounter with Kisame no doubt. The ever-present stench of stale cigarettes wafted from his jacket and hung in the air around him like a threatening storm. There was a wild look in those cold, magenta eyes that made your hair stand on end. "What's the matter, babe? Surprised to see me?"

You froze. The sight of a flash of silver in his other hand left a desert in your mouth and turned your legs into jelly. You reached for your back pocket, fumbling for your phone while trying to keep the stream of insults you had been hurling going long enough to distract him so that you could try to blindly dial for help, but your empty threats did little to deter him. He snatched your wrist and chucked your phone across the room, cackling like a hyena and calling you some choice words as he shoved you back against the wall with that gleaming blade flashing into your line of sight.

You lurched to the side before you even realized what you were doing under the guidance of instinct and adrenaline – just in time to narrowly avoid being stabbed. Your dodgy little dance with him quickly devolved into a chaotic grappling match – chairs toppled and pictures plummeted from their hooks every time one of your backs dented the plaster. Grunts and shrieks roared over the blare of the TV, though it was hard to be certain whose voice it was at any given moment. A failed knee to the groin ended in your legs being swept out from beneath you, and the hard landing sucked the air right out of your lungs. 

You couldn't breathe.

Hidan was on top of you, and you couldn't fucking breathe.

With the gas pedal practically pinned to the floor, Kisame blew just about every stop light and flagrantly violated the posted speed limits, weaving through traffic like a madman as he sped toward your apartment. After his last encounter with Hidan, the fear of what might be happening just a few blocks away opened a black, gnashing pit in his chest, allowing a growing sense of second-hand impending doom to take control of his ability to reason as buildings flew past him in a colorful blur. The engine growled in protest and his tires screeched, leaving a trail of inky rubber on the pavement as he ripped into your lot and skidded to a stop, straddling two parking spaces. He slammed his door shut and took off for the stairs, not even bothering to pull his keys from the ignition. There just wasn't enough time.

His legs hammered up the concrete steps, taking two at a time to reach the landing, and it struck him then that he didn't actually know your apartment number, only that you were on the second floor. His eyes narrowed as he stared down the line of doors, unsure how he would decide which was yours until he spotted one halfway down that appeared to have been left ajar. 

That has to be it.

As he approached, the muted sounds of a scuffle grew more clear and left him feeling sick to his stomach. Hidan's back came into view – perched upon your chest like a vulture – and his sickly sweet voice hummed over the sucking, wet sound of desperate gurgling. 

"Shh, cupcake. It'll be over soon. Just like I promised."

Your heels made one final, futile scrape across the tile beneath them before your legs fell slack against the ground. Kisame flexed his jaw, and his entire world went red.

I'm too late – fuck – I'm too fucking late!

He charged through the doorway, hooking Hidan with a hay-maker that hurled him off of what Kisame now feared was your corpse. There was no room for reason – only rage. 

Hidan didn't see it coming, of course. He couldn't – because Kisame threw him like a ragdoll across the room in a one-sided grudge match that he had no hope of winning. Despite his alcohol-enhanced pain tolerance allowing him to pull himself to his knees again and again – grinning and cackling like a hellhound – Kisame showed no quarter, and Hidan's head met the shards of broken glass all over your carpet before he could even see who it was that struck him. The ruthless assault only paused when a choked, raspy sound cut through the chaos and caught the giant's attention.

Coughing, coming from the other side of the room. 

You were dead. You were fucking dead. The tunnel vision that closed in on you as Hidan choked the life from your mortal shell seemed to indicate as much, at least. Your lungs burned and eyes felt like they might pop right out of your head from the pressure as your throat spasmed and sputtered in a panic under his crushing grip one last time in a desperate attempt to find a sip of air. But there were no drinks in this desert, and no amount of kicking or clawing at Hidan's eyes could buck the grinning demon from your chest as he murmured sweet sounds to your waning consciousness – as though he were telling you one last bedtime story. The fight slowly left your limbs as your oxygen-starved brain lost the power to keep the lights on, and you began to succumb to the impatient darkness that was waiting for you.

This is it – or so you thought until a crack formed in the inky, black clouds of your budding unconsciousness and ripped open the sky – the hands crushing your throat were suddenly gone, as was the weight on your chest that had pinned you to the tile near your door. Dizzying noises crunched and crashed to your right – seemingly some kind of struggle – or maybe it was just you and your dying imagination having one last hurrah, pretending like you had a chance at surviving this.

It suddenly occurred to your rebooting brain that the constriction was gone, and it very much needed air. You choked through the bruising shadow lassoed around your neck and sucked in a wet, ratcheting breath only to begin hacking so hard a moment later that it became difficult to inhale again. Your lungs spasmed and protested, ejecting the spit and blood that had become trapped in your fervent struggle all over the tile as phantom hands rolled you onto your side and you wheezed.

"Easy, easy. Just breathe–"

A voice cut through the murk and your burble of wretching gasps – the low, comforting rasp that found you in your confusion once before. You looked up through watering eyes that struggled to focus and caught sight of his face. 

"Ki–ih-same?"

You couldn't for the life of you figure out how he had been manifested here, as you were still too busy trying to overcome the swollen constriction in your throat that left you with precious little room to move air. Speaking was a terrible idea, but you weren't exactly full of great ones today. The hacking persisted, seemingly pushing the ground farther away from you – or, wait – were you standing up? Warmth wrapped around your back, though it coiled uncomfortably over your already straining ribs, prompting you to cough harder and lean into the solid pillar of muscle that you vaguely understood was holding you upright.

"Come on – I got you. We have to go – now."

Go? Go where?

Your legs moved beneath you like they were being controlled by marionette strings, though the ground seemed to fly by at a speed out of sync with your feet. The voice rumbling through what you now knew was Kisame's chest at your side was speaking again, but you couldn't quite figure out if it was directed at you. There wasn't time to ask either, because the steps required far too much focus and too much oxygen in your present state for you to waste precious air on questions. 

"Tobi? Yeah – it's Kisame. Listen, I need a favor."

Everything fucking hurt. You couldn't stop coughing long enough to get more than a few unintelligible syllables out as Kisame loaded your half-responsive body into his passenger seat and closed the door. Watering eyes watched him through the windshield as he stalked around to the driver's side and jumped in with a little black brick pressed to his ear.

Oh, he's on the phone.

"Yeah – that's the address. No, no – she's…" he paused mid-sentence to see you doubled over and coughing again. "Yeah, that's her." He turned the key and threw the truck into gear before tearing out of the parking lot, talking over you while you hacked up a lung. "Yeah. Listen – there's something else you need to know about this guy–"

Your head bounced off of the side pillar as the truck pulled out onto the street, jarring your focus back to the throbbing ache that had taken over your body. It hurt to swallow. The desert in your throat was at war with the thick swamp in your mouth. You weren't sure if you were about to be sick. You stared numbly at your bruised and battered hands, watching them vibrate with leftover adrenaline and the deeply unsettling realization of what had just transpired. As you leaned forward to place your head in your palms, a heavy warmth settled between your shoulder blades.

"Breathe, darlin'. Everything's gonna be okay."

By the time Kisame parked and turned off his truck again, you had finally stopped coughing, but you were far from being okay. Your color was off, and a clammy sheen dulled your face when you finally lifted it from your trembling hands. A trail of dried blood from your nose led to a puffy red line that cut through your lip where it had split sometime during the conflict. You looked like hell.

He hopped out, stuffing his phone into his pocket as he made his way around the hood to your door. It groaned in protest when it opened, prompting you to turn toward the sound.

"Kisame… I… you…" 

His expression twisted in dismay as you fumbled over words, trying to make sense of what had just happened. His eyes moved over the wreck of your face and the intense, angry bruise that wrapped your neck like a python. Another minute or two, and you probably would have been dead. 

"What am I… fuck – I have to move. He's going to be back… I have to – h-how did you–" You clenched your teeth and swallowed the rocks in your throat between your frantic, disjointed thoughts. 

"You called me," Kisame cut in, trying to slow you down. "I heard you screaming." 

You nervously glanced over your shoulder toward the street and back to your shaking hands again, now remembering your Hail Mary play to get a call off before Hidan threw your phone. "I'm dead. K-kisame, I'm dead. He's out of his mind – I'm fucking dead."

"Listen to me. No one's gonna–"

"No, you don't understand. God – fuck – I fucked up," you buried your face into your palms, smoothing them back through your hair before digging your nails into the back of your neck. "I never should have told him – goddamnit." 

"Hey – hey." Guilt tangled around his heart as Kisame watched you flounder and failed at trying to interrupt your spiral again. Nothing he said seemed to have any impact on the runaway train of thought screaming through your head, and he couldn’t help but feel responsible – grimly wondering if his actions in the bar last week had set this chaos sequence into motion. "C'mere," he coaxed you out of the truck with an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he pulled you in until you were folded up in a protective hug against his chest. "Listen to me," he began, waiting for the tension in your back to release under the warmth of his palm. "You're gonna come inside with me and get cleaned up while I talk to Kakuzu and make a few phone calls. Everything is going to be fine. I just need you to trust me, alright?"

You didn't understand why Kakuzu was now involved – unless your face was more busted up than you realized, but Kisame was just about the only reliable thing in your life at the moment, so there wasn't much for you to do other than swallow back the lump in your throat and nod into his shirt. He gave you one more tight squeeze before tipping your chin up with a curled knuckle and running the pad of his thumb over your bruised cheek. 

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise."

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SNS Dynamics - Sasuke's Perspective

Lengthy post ahead

On completing my rewatch of Naruto part I and part II, many things which never made sense started to make sense. One among them is the relationship between Naruto and Sasuke. I used to ask why Naruto is going so far for Sasuke. And why Sasuke is helping out Naruto even though he wants to kill him. And I used to think that Episode 478 was retconned to make the final battle ends in a draw and Sasuke somehow made to reconcile with the titular character. Yet, I instinctively felt, ‘Something is very different about them’. But on careful rewatch, all the clues which consolidate their relationship was there. The way they love each other is totally on a different level and the creator very carefully planned this from the beginning of the Manga.

Though I really don’t like the ending for making every characters into a child rearing machine at an age of 20 to make way for an abomination called ‘Boruto’, I still loved everything till Episode 479.

I wanted to discuss about both Naruto and Sasuke's perspective. But that cannot be accommodated in a single post. So, I decided to start with Sasuke. Since Naruto's side of SNS is very open and vocal, we clearly knew what is going on in his mind. But Sasuke's side is usually very subtle but much more intense than Naruto which makes it worth analyzing.

Before getting to that, for most of the characters in the Naruto universe (I mean 99%), Sasuke is a person who looks cool, aloof, rude, overbearing, blunt, genius and emotionless. And that’s the truth. Except for Itachi and Naruto. So when I say he is rude or arrogant, it is from the people’s POV.  And since I always see myself in Itachi, I see Sasuke as that adorable innocent child who is very honest but forgiving.

I strongly feel that Sasuke has some innocent enchantment towards Naruto ever since he lost his family which later transcended into a bond which cannot be put under Friendship or Bromance. Enchantment, here I meant by, is not in a sexual way but more like the unconscious need to be in the presence of other person. Like walking beside each other eternally. Or even warming up next to a campfire near a chilly beach. You don’t want to fall into the fire but just enjoy the warmth. It maybe totally a platonic love like many claims to be. But his absolute disinterest in any other characters (even just as a friend) and the following traits he shows only to Naruto are clearly not just distinctive of platonic love either. It’s completely beyond platonic.

The following are the traits which Sasuke shows only towards Naruto, could have been avoided or delegated to other characters if the creator really wanted to assert their relationship as just friendship. There are lot of subtexts and emotions which I cannot accept it under the guise of bromance or friendship. It’s just not possible. If someone you like shows all these traits to another person, you should stop thinking about that person and move on.

The traits are :

Preferential Treatment

Attentive

Protective

My body moved on its own

One and Only

Powerful Eyes

Unconscious Closeness

Preferential Treatment

This is the very basic and first thing you show to someone whom you love. Meaning, I will treat this person much different from everyone else. When I was exploring this trait, I couldn’t stop laughing in many places. Because Sasuke is such a trolling machine who mercilessly trolls people who are in his way. He also inspire certain amount of fear which makes him even more unapproachable.

He has this cold bearing where people find it extremely difficult to manage or approach him. It comes off as very rude most of the times. One such example is Sai told Sasuke that he will get along better with him than Naruto. Sasuke put a Genjutsu on him for comparing himself with Naruto. LOL.

What's more funny is most people (Sakura, Orochimaru, Kabuto, Sai, Hinata) usually talk to him politely with honorifics like 'Sasuke-kun'. But he didn't give two shits about them and shitted them all mercilessly.

Here is the infamous proposal from Sakura in part 1.

Well she deserved this one to be honest. Throughout the entire conversation Sasuke never saw her face and responded very bluntly even though she was pouring her heart out crying. There was no visible distress or sadness from Sasuke’s side.

Whereas with Naruto, in the final Valley of The End, we saw him turning towards Naruto and answer him properly when Naruto asked the same question of what Sakura asked. There were so many emotions throughout the battle and Sasuke’s pain of leaving Naruto was clearly shown. Which explains the difference of where Sasuke keeps Naruto in his heart.

The following is the one from Chunin Exams prelims where Sakura is begging for him to quit with tears. The response is an usual 'Stay out of my business'.

Me: Sasuke!!!! Even I don't know how to approach you!!!! I understand you don't like to talk unnecessarily so you just shitted on Sai. But Sakura is your teammate, isn't it?

And then there is this little orange blonde who literally trolls Sasuke.

I really thot Sasuke was going to trash Naruto too, like he could have easily said, 'Naruto, you should also stay out of my business'.

But then

These words are something precious for Naruto. He wished for these words to come from Sasuke someday in his lifetime. But not at that time. And he was truly shocked and very excited. Believe me, when watching that scene, it was really great. But while making analysis like this, it’s absolutely hilarious.

This dynamics is similar to

Sakura: *cries unbearably* Sasuke-kun, I am worried about you. Don’t act so strong.

Sasuke: Shut up. Mind your own business.

Naruto: Bastard! She is worried about you.

Sasuke: Alright, I love you. Now shut up.

ROOOFFFFL :-D

I thought all these childhood bickers were over by part 1 and we will never see it in part 2.

Nope. I was wrong. Kakashi and Sakura were the scapegoats here.

Here's another round of applause from Naruto.

And I honestly cannot comprehend what was going on in Sasuke's mind and why he is really rude to Sakura and Kakashi. It seems he was really irritated by their presence or he maybe thinking they were useless or both.

When Naruto asks him something, he responds without any insults. What baffles me most is that during Infinite Tsukuyomi, Sasuke wanted to kill Naruto for his Revolution and awaiting his fated battle. And yet he answers him properly.

Can you see the pattern here?

He shits on people asking some question even with an utmost polite attitude but when Naruto asks the same question he was like "Alright Sweetie, Am gonna answer anything you want and say anything you like".

The following is the beginning of everything where Naruto can't even swear properly but still Sasuke couldn't even bother.

In short, the way he treats Naruto is quite different and hilarious when compared to the others. With his cold bearing, he absolutely has no need to put up with Naruto's outburst but he still accepts without a care every time. RIP to those souls who got the short end of the stick.

He must have an extreme tolerance towards Naruto's tirades to the point where he can never insult him back. And I also believe 100% that, nobody dares to make such frequent insults on Sasuke to his face except Naruto.

I know SK shippers jump in here to say Naruto is not the only one. But still the dynamics between Karin and Sasuke is simply a mirror image of Naruto and Sasuke, probably she reminded him of Naruto and hence made some exceptions for her because Sasuke never gives a damn about any other clan other than his own, but when Kabuto tells him Karin belongs to Uzumaki clan, he was shocked. I am pretty sure the only other Uzumaki member he knew is none other than Naruto.

Now, does this means he is in super love with Naruto? No.

But the way he treats every other characters and how he treats Naruto exclusively speaks volumes and this trope shouldn’t have existed in the first place. The creator should have made Sasuke treat both of his teammates equally which could’ve deflected the shipping angle. 

Attentive

Am not talking about how attentively he analyzes his enemies in the battles. Of course, in that department, Sasuke flies high. This is about how attentive he is to Naruto to the point where he can deduce what Naruto thinks and how Naruto looks without the need to communicate with him.

I know Sasuke suspected Sakura was acting strange before Chunin Exams when she said 'Good Morning' with some hesitation. But the difference here is that Sasuke can identify Naruto without even talking to him.

Funny thing here is that Sasuke was sitting somewhere far behind from Naruto and yet he could pick up Naruto getting freaked out without seeing his face.

Who could forget about the famous ‘Where’s real Naruto?’ episode during Chunin Exams?. It would’ve been fine if this happened once. But the creator went ahead and made this thing happen twice under entirely different situations. And everytime Sasuke can find fake Naruto without fail. This scene conveys Sasuke is very observant towards Naruto’s appearance & fighting skills (the way he evades an attack).

Now, being attentive to someone is not a special thing which attributes to love. But considering Sasuke’s personality who is aloof and focused on his own world, knowing Naruto like the back of his hand  is way too descriptive. Only someone who really understands the other person or constantly paying attention can find out such subtle changes. It doesn’t end here.

This is the battle between Gaara and Naruto. Where Naruto was literally confused about how to save his friends from Gaara who is much more powerful. And yet Sasuke can find Naruto’s mood just by seeing him.

Me: Yes, Sasuke!!! Gaara happened to pass by Naruto and forgot to kill him on a whim!!! So, Naruto is scared to the shit!!

Also Me: You guys always bicker with each other and are not best of friends. Sasuke!!! How could you analyze his mood just by looking at Naruto????

In Shippuden, There’s no inner monologue like the above, but whenever Naruto appears before him (Orochimaru’s hideout, Bridge, War arc), Sasuke gives his undivided attention to him. He even went so far as to advice him to pay attention to the battle. And I was like “Wait!!! you wanted to kill him... why pay attention to him at all? Geez”.

As much as you want to think that Sasuke doesn’t care about anyone, he does care about Naruto to the point where he doesn’t want him to be worried. How thoughtful just for a ‘teammate’.

How did Sasuke knew that Naruto would worry about him?, I wonder.

But all these things started from this

This boy has been noticing Naruto from way back when he was around 7 when he lost his family. Of course he would know every little things about Naruto because for some undefinable reason he couldn’t stop paying his attention to Naruto. A lineup of girls vying for his attention because of his cool appearance, whereas Sasuke simply loved Naruto without any reservations but because of his childish and warm personality which reminded him of his family.

‘I couldn’t stop paying attention to you’  and in some translations the words were ‘I couldn’t take my eyes off you’. Either way, these words are not for someone you see just as a friend let alone a brother.

Protectiveness

I can go on and on about how protective Sasuke is towards Naruto. I can write a separate post about it. This is the most important aspects of this ship which makes it sail higher than any other ships.

Of course, this is the Ninja world where people wants to protect each other and at the same time kill each other too. Sasuke protecting Naruto and Naruto protecting Sasuke is not too special. In fact, one of the weak and pathetic character like Sakura was saved once in every three episodes by Naruto or Kakashi or even by Sasuke sometimes.

And yet here I am mentioning protectiveness as the most important aspect of this ship. So what differentiates?

The way Sasuke protects Naruto is one of the intense thing I’ve ever seen. When I watch this series, I gained this immense ability to put myself in other characters mind just like Naruto. When I put myself in Sasuke’s mind whenever he tried to protect Naruto under different conditions, I simply cannot put their relationship under Friendship.

Here, Naruto is fighting Gaara in part 1 and Naruto was repelled by his own attack from the paper bomb. Sasuke being already battered by his curse mark bruise and he couldn’t move an inch. And yet he is shielding Naruto even though it is completely unnecessary because Naruto bumping into a tree log is completely normal. The creator even went under a lot of pain to draw that panel which took 40% of the page.

Now you may question, many characters even died protecting someone. What’s so special with just shielding?

Like Hinata jumping in for suicide before Pain, Iruka blocking Mizuki’s attack, Tsunade blocking Orochimaru, Neji dying as a ‘Love Cupid’ for hinata and Naruto.... I can cite many things here. What’s common among them all is that they were all perfectly capable of moving around and yet decided to save Naruto.

But that’s not the only point. 

Is there any need for him to save Naruto? No.

Will Naruto die if he didn’t shield him? No.

Then why? He could have spent that energy trying to do something for Sakura rather than do a pointless shielding. 

And then there is Kushina.

Naruto’s mom was already on the verge of dying as she had Kurama extracted from her body and Jinchuriki without a Tailed Beast will die. Because of Uzumaki clan’s strong life force, she could hold off for a bit longer. When kurama attacked Naruto, she shielded him with her body and saved her son from an imminent death.

Even though Sasuke didn’t die shielding him, but there is a semblance.

Both protected Naruto even when their body condition is worse. That is, Protect at all cost attitude.

I intended to put Land of the Waves arc here as it is very similar to what happens with Kushina. But that’s for an upcoming section.

Now, as a Mother her instinct to protect Naruto is very strong.

But who is Naruto for Sasuke? What makes his instinct so strong to protect someone who is not even related by his blood? Until and unless you love that person dearly you won’t do it.

That brings me to the next thing.

Yeah, it kind of looks ‘very friendly’ to give a 3 layered protection to someone who is already powered up like you and most importantly you want to kill him.(Can I say that looks really romantic?). Anyways my point is different.

What really happens here is this

It is a well established fact that Minato, the Yellow Flash is the fastest shinobi in Narutoverse. It wasn’t surpassed yet. He uses the Hiraishin No Jutsu to teleport at the speed of light. It was invented by none other than Tobirama Senju who is the fastest shinobi of his time.

We basically have two fastest shinobi in the battlefield here. And Minato being the fastest among them, definitely don’t want to blow up near his son for whom he died protecting him once. He wanted to teleport somewhere away and before he could do it, Tobirama teleported the bomb back to Obito.

What many fails to notice here is that all these things are happening in mere seconds. But Sasuke realized it real quick as usual and protects Naruto in an instant. How fast his instinct you may ask? Quicker than the two fastest shinobi on the battlefield and one among them is Naruto’s dad.

What I want to say is Sasuke’s protective instinct is quicker than Naruto’s father and similar to Naruto’s mother.

And you know, I questioned myself during the Chunin Exams arc “I think in the Zabuza arc, Naruto conveniently happened to be near Sasuke, So he protected him at the cost of his life. What if Sakura happens to be there? Would he have done the same? Maybe he would’ve died protecting her too.”

But all of my questions were thrown into drain by Sasuke as if he was able to read my mind. The answer is “Hell! I don’t care if she died. That’s her loss. I will not die for her sake.”

This is really confusing, hilarious and romantic at the same time.

Me: Sasuke!!! I understand why you want to save Jugo... Even though you abandoned him in the Land of Iron. LOL. What are you going to do with Naruto anyway when the whole world is blasted off?

He proved this again in the Kaguya’s Lava dimension too. Before you tell me that he saved Naruto because he needs him to seal off Kaguya, the previous scenario nullifies your argument.

And SS wankers shamelessly defending that Sasuke don’t want Sakura to die by Kaguya’s hands, that’s why he left her to die. Geez!!! Who the hell is Sakura to Kaguya anyway? Even if she were to die by Kaguya’s hands, it would almost look like how Obito died. It’s not bad at all. But falling into the lava pit, burning, screaming.... sssshhhh. Wake the f**k up!!!

Now how can you convince me that this is just Friendship? What’s more funny is Sasuke wanted to kill Naruto later at some point. Throughout the War Arc I was always confused as to why Sasuke even care about Naruto at all? He didn’t care about him ever since he left him 3 or 4 years ago and he doesn’t have to. After all everyone have their own paths to walk on.

Even if I put myself in Sasuke’s mind and see Naruto just as a friend whom I want to kill, I wouldn’t go under so much pain to save him. I would feel like it’s better for him to die by something else rather than me. Because I can’t bring myself to kill someone I know well.

These scenes are not just put there by chance.

Such a strong reflex to protect someone is only possible when you consider that person’s life more than yours.

Does any other ship has such things to show? I’ll wait.

Yeah Sasuke protected Sakura from Orochimaru and Gaara. But he also went so far to wait for Karin and awakened a new power to protect her. So does this means he love those girls?? No. He was just showing a team camaraderie. But it’s funny that later, he tried to kill those girls knowing full well they are unprepared to fight him. While with Naruto, it always comes with a warning. Try to understand this difference. Which is exactly why I didn’t put Sasuke saving Naruto during his Chakra training, or falling from the waterfall and many more. Because they are just a team camaraderie.

I don’t even have to compare with other ships, did Sasuke ever protected anyone like this in the whole series?. These are the things which could’ve been avoided or handled in a different way, like there was no need to emphasize on saving Naruto alone while ignoring others.

My body moved on its own

I don’t need to explain this any deeper. There are many people who says Sasuke is incapable of showing his true feelings. He is cold, rude, aloof and stoic so he always hides his feelings for everyone (mostly this line was used by Sakura wankers who wanted to portray that Sasuke always loved Sakura deeply but never shows). But they fail to understand the irony that one of the most beautiful line in this entire series was told by none other than ‘Sasuke Uchiha’, “My body moved on its own”.

Yet I find Sasuke shows his honest and heartful emotions before the people he loves. If he can show that to Itachi and Naruto, why not with Sakura?

I know those wankers try to say Sasuke repressed all his feelings until Chapter 698, so he has some romantic feelings for Sakura too. Bullshit!!!

Even though he repressed those feelings in his mind, his body always betrays him in the end and his feelings pours out from time to time. That is what this section explores about.

Man, this is the most painful GIF I have ever made.

In his battle with Itachi, he was completely consumed by the feeling of revenge and hatred for his brother. But when Itachi approached him in his final moments with an intention (seemingly) to snatch his eyes, he still couldn't push Itachi away though he could have. Sasuke just looked into his eyes and let him do whatever he was about to do.

Why?, Because he loved his brother so much once that he don't know what to do but simply embrace that moment. These are the moments your mind says to close your eyes or even run away (he totally could have) but his body will not allow him to.

This is what I meant by your body betrays yourself. Even in your darkest moments, you cannot fake. You always show your true emotions towards the person you love. The more you suppress, the more it will burst out.

Here Sasuke’s hatred is glaring through his eyes because Sakura is persuading him to not do something he wants to (as always). His only motivation is to kill that man. His resolve is a real deal.

But in a matter of minutes after giving that long hateful speech with some heavy determination, when he saw that hungry blonde boy who was tied up for trying to steal food, Sasuke just acted on his own and served him food even though he was told not to which could jeopardize his career.

This bipolar dance is something to notice throughout the series and is always interesting to explore. When Sakura tries to dissuade Sasuke from something, he always retorts to insults or an angry stare. But when Naruto accidentally stands in Sasuke’s way, he always involuntarily helps him out.

In short, towards Sakura he was like “Even you cannot take that path away from me” but when turning towards Naruto, he was like “Well, I can risk everything for you at the cost of my path”.

This seals the real deal for SNS ship.

At this point, for us viewers, Naruto is just an orphan who has no friends but always carries his life with a positive spirit hoping that someday he will be accepted by everyone.

Unbeknownst the fact that he already has one person who was willing to die for him and putting all his dreams into fire.

Important thing to notice, It’s entirely at Naruto’s fault for them being in this situation. If Naruto had used a bit of brain to attack from outside the mirror, they wouldn’t have been in this situation. But still Sasuke plunged into the trap without any regrets. That’s the beauty of this scene.

What’s more thrilling is that the creator told us Sasuke loved Naruto in the very next chapter itself. 

How?

By making Haku jump before Zabuza knowing full well that he is going to die which is not very different from how Sasuke shielded Naruto.

And not only that, but by making Naruto say “He really loved you”. I got to say the creator may sucks at writing Sakura and Hinata for God only knows for whatever twisted reasons. But when it comes to male characters like Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, Obito... he was just amazing and on another level.

How?

By indirectly drawing parallels between Sasuke and Haku in a matter of successive chapters.

By dropping indirect hints and crumbs like these to tell us, the audience, the motivations of the characters.

I always had the thought why did he risked his life for a boy who always fights with him? This became more emotional when we get to know the real reason for why Sasuke risked his life much later in chapter 698.

Having faced all the turbulent things in his life, somehow seeing Naruto doing all those childish stuffs made him feel relieved. That warmth was what he needed at that time. He wanted to escape from it but couldn’t. That’s why he embraced his warmth unknowingly in his Team 7 days by constantly reaching out to him starting from asking tips, concerned about having breakfast and training with him to climb the tree.

Sasuke even come to like Naruto more than himself and that’s why he was willing to die for him.

This feeling is definitely not a bromance or friendship. It’s an innocent enchantment you hope to last forever. Which again explains why he tolerated Naruto’s insults and hostility all those times. Because Sasuke knew those childish things were the ones he got attracted to him ever since his childhood. Rather than saying tolerated, I should use the term enjoyed. He really enjoyed those moments being bugged by Naruto for no reason.

Because just like Itachi said to Sasuke once, ‘If you are excellent you become alienated and arrogant even though you were sought after at the beginning’ . But Naruto pestering him means he is very curious about Sasuke which no one else tried. He was adored by those girls for his coolness and revered by those boys for his excellence but nobody really tried to befriend him. But Naruto tried to befriend him through Rivalry. That’s why Sasuke unconsciously started to like him. This also explains why he roasted Sakura for badmouthing him even though Naruto attacked him and tied him up earlier.

If Sasuke can show all these feelings even though he was trying to suppress it towards Naruto and Itachi, Why can’t he show a single normal feeling towards Sakura??? Because there isn’t one. Except for an old Team 7 camaraderie where he saw her as an acquaintance and nothing more.

Many NH shippers claims, but Hinata loved her ‘Naruto-Kun’. She jumped in front of Naruto to save him from Pain, when in reality she just acted selfishly and couldn’t pull out the Chakra rods. Meaning she failed whatever she was about to do.

Another interesting thing to cite for NH shippers, they claim for Naruto, Hinata is the most important person his life. Since when? With that shitty movie called ‘The Last’ with shitty retconned stuff? In all the 699 chapters he always claimed Iruka Sensei and Sasuke were the important people in his life. And you know what? For Hinata to like Naruto, he has to jump in to save her from the bullies. But for Sasuke he just saved Naruto without any validation. He saw Naruto and liked his presence and just did it. 

When you could accept that failed attempt as a love, why not accept Sasuke loves Naruto when in fact he succeeded in saving him and that too unconditionally?

This is one of the tropes which should have been avoided if the creator wanted Sasuke and Naruto to be just friends.

One and Only

This is something very special that is offered to that one person in his life. That is Naruto. Even Itachi knew it. That is the Power to influence Sasuke’s heart. This is the fact even Sasuke himself knew it and that’s why he wanted to kill him.

Now don’t compare this with the manipulation shit which Orochimaru and Obito were doing. It’s not that. Many Sasuke fanatics always blame Naruto that he is also manipulating Sasuke just like everyone. That’s totally wrong.

Manipulation is something you do by talking about some twisted facts and make the other person to do what you want to.

Naruto never did that. Ever. Whenever Naruto and Sasuke meet, they always talk about themselves and how they feel. Not the world, not Team 7 or anything. Which is exactly why Sasuke himself willingly left that space in his heart for Naruto when he left him in the Valley of the End which he badly wanted to destroy. Sasuke, of all people, know Naruto is also very honest.

Sasuke lost all his rationality when he went into darkness by stabbing Karin who was helping him in his battle with Danzo. She even replenished his chakra many times. He not only just stabbed her, after when he found her still alive, he decided to finish her off with his Chidori.

And then the pink haired bitch appears before him and started to concoct lies with malicious intent to kill him. This provoked Sasuke more and more to reach this point.

Believe me, when you are lost in darkness, all you need is a small light which can show you a path. Someone who can extend helping hands to lift you up with honesty.

Sakura, being a crass woman, riled up Sasuke further with full of nonsense.

If you want to picture the darkness,

This is exactly how Sasuke feels. He is in so much pain and don’t know how to face it or deal with it. So he started to destroy everything he sees. For him Karin, Sakura, Kakashi are all just some pebbles in his way and want to trample them as he goes. His entire life has become farce after knowing his beloved brother’s real pain and miseries. Now he has no one left from his family.

Until Naruto appears.

He may not be his family, but he is the only person left for him in this world. Which is established in many Naruto endings and even Sasuke himself accepts this with Sage of Six Paths. 

But my Cherry Blossom queen really loved Sasuke, she only wanted the good of him. My question is ‘Then why the fuck she tried to kill him? She looked at Sasuke and find that he changed. She didn’t even bothered to find out what’s going on from his side.’ Then how is this considered as wanting only good for him? 

Surprisingly Sasuke calmed down a bit, the moment Naruto appears and even started to respond to him which he didn’t before with Kakashi and Sakura. Deep down Sasuke himself knew in his heart that the path he is going through is Self-destructive. Just like Kurama tells Naruto ‘Destroy everything you see’ in the Pain arc when he sprouted upto Eighth Tail, Sasuke’s traumatic mind tells him to ‘Destroy Konoha’.

All he needed was someone to extend an helping hand to tell him what to do without any malice. Naruto did that. Just like what Minato did for Naruto in Pain arc.

After clashing Rasengan with Chidori ,they meet inside the White bubble space and Naruto talks to Sasuke which evoked all his past memories which he never wanted to awaken.

That’s why Sasuke was visibly shaken with Naruto’s words. Because those were the words which mirrors exactly how Sasuke feels too. He was surprised and shocked that Naruto also felt the same way without him ever openly confessing those feelings.

When everyone tried to kill him for his monstrosity, Naruto is the only person standing there seeing him as his friend. Just like how Iruka saw Naruto way back in 1st chapter.

Believe me, even at the depth of darkness, when you see the person you love so much, you will stop and rationalize.

That is exactly why Itachi left Sasuke in Naruto’s hands. He even admitted to Sasuke that his words will not reach him no matter what.

Sasuke may not have abandoned his ambitions at that point. But Naruto gave him a clear path. That is ‘Show all your hatred on me’ and then do whatever you want.

I know SS shippers will claim that back hug from Sakura changed his murderous behaviour during the Chunin Exams. Yes. That’s true. But right after that, when Sasuke was fighting Yoroi in a one-on-one combat, his Cursed Seal flares up again. He retracted that seal out of his sheer will and thought about both Sakura and Naruto who was freaking out without even knowing about the seal. So, it’s not only a Sakura exclusive moment. The creator even went ahead and drawn a panel asking Sakura to not say anything about the Curse Mark to Naruto. Why do that?

As far as I understand, Sasuke saw Naruto and felt the warmth of his family. He singled that out in chapter 698. When Naruto was placed in the same team as him, he started to extend his good side to his other team members as well. But the moment he decided to leave the village, he severed the ties with Sakura (was there ever one apart from considering her as a teammate?) by saying Thank You. Meaning, you helped me many times so thanks for all of that. What’s more pitiful is, he didn’t even look at her face for the entire conversation except for saying ‘You are really annoying’. There is nowhere in the manga where Sasuke singled out Sakura for making him feel anything and did something for her exclusively. It’s all in the context of Team 7.

If Sakura is the most important person in Sasuke’s life, he should have stopped the rampage the moment he saw her but instead he got riled up more and more. Which explains where Sasuke kept her in his heart. Literally nowhere. He threw her into the trash. LOL.

If Hulk can calm down after seeing Betty Ross and you call that love, why not accept Sasuke loves Naruto??

Powerful Eyes

You know, Even in real life, Our eyes always reflects our true feelings, just like how your body betrays your mind , your eyes even betray your body.

Just like how Itachi could never fake his evil brother act in his final moments.

Just like how Sasuke couldn’t turn away from Itachi when he was approaching him to seemingly snatch his eyes.

Uchiha boys being a romantic bunch, always expose their awakening/ reawakening/ evolving their Sharingan in a most distressed situation. Just like Madara and Sasuke exposed their brimming eyes for Hashirama and Naruto. But in this department, Madara is wildly romantic as always. LOL. Despite losing 3 brothers, he awakened his Sharingan only when he was breaking up with his ‘friend’. And Sasuke, he reawakened / evolved Sharingan when trying to save / breaking up with his ‘friend’. Such a Biological defect!!!!

Poor Sakura pathetically fails in this department.

Anyways this part is not about Sharingan anyway. It’s about how such a powerful eyes becomes powerless before those Blue Eyes.

Eye Symbolism is something I really enjoy exploring in this ship.

Like I mentioned earlier, Sasuke has never shown his emotions atleast starting from Part II. He usually never shows any positive emotions like happiness, laughing, pouting, love, excitement (although he has shown all these towards Itachi and Naruto) and is known for negative emotions like anger, annoyance, hatred.

Look at how Sasuke is glaring with hatred for her insensitive words. She deserved this to be honest.

Now, is there any need to show your fury towards Kabuto?

Since the beginning of the Shippuden, some facts have been established strongly:

1. Sasuke has changed by leaps and bounds in terms of his attitude and hatred.

2. Sharingan is pretty dangerous. Many characters including kurama acknowledges it. Sasuke is very adept at using his Sharingan.

Orochimaru maybe right. But he doesn’t know the weakness. LOL

His hatred has reached to a point where he couldn’t think anything rationally and started to kill everyone, just like how Naruto kicked Sakura in his 4 Tailed Kyuubi Mode engulfed with the hatred of Kurama. Meaning, to reach his goal, Sasuke will kill anyone in his path without any hesitation. This shot is the representation of this.

And yet when he saw those particular Blue eyes, he stops his rampage immediately and visibly shocked even.  That’s the look of ‘why is that blue eyes here?’

You have every right to accuse me that I am over exaggerating this scene. I am not. Even I wanted to think that way too that I am deluding myself. The creator has only consolidated my view pretty strongly.

There’s no need to emphasize on eyes at all. The anime team has went under so much pain to animate this scene in a satisfying and compelling way.

What’s more? The creator even went under further extent to draw a whole page in the manga focusing on their eye contact after the Rasengan vs Chidori clash. Meaning, Sasuke has calmed down visibly and became very easy to reason with.

Trust me, even in your darker / vulnerable moments, your eyes will reflect your true feelings to the person you love. You cannot be stubborn. 

Now did it stop here?? Nope, it happened again in the Final Valley of the End battle too.

Sasuke is usually confident of his Sharingan (rightfully so) and likes to flaunt his eyes just like Madara. He was very sure that he was going to win.

While Sasuke had a clear resolve to kill Naruto when he was showing his back, but the moment he comes close with those Blue Eyes, his heart even pounded strongly (in the anime), and lost the resolve completely which made his Sharingan retract itself unconsciously. Meaning, his eyes betrayed him.

It’s funny that not even a minute ago he was very proud of his Visual Prowess as an Uchiha and his victory is inevitable but the moment he saw those Blue eyes, he just lost. You think I am again exaggerating?. Nope!!!

Oh Dear!!! This doesn’t get more romantic than this. An inescapable gaze from those blue eyes he loved all along.

Sasuke!! What happened to your proud Uchiha eyes?. You just stole Chakra from Naruto, isn’t it? Hints like these are really heartwarming, to be honest.

My entire point is, every character from every arc hypes up Sharingan starting from Zabuza, Haku, Rock Lee, Orochimaru, Kabuto, Kurama and many more, but why put a weakness for Naruto’s eyes? 

What I really loved exploring is the way Sasuke totally expressed everything through his eyes in Episode 478.

Sasuke shows his vulnerability towards Naruto with just his eyes. These are not something you show to everyone. Even when Itachi departed finally after releasing Edo Tensei, Sasuke looked sad, shocked and pained but didn’t cry. He accepted the reality of it. The last time when we saw him crying, it was after knowing the truth of Itachi, facing towards the beach and was weeping unbearably because there was no one else for him in this world. But this time, he is next to the person whom he feels truly loved and he doesn’t mind showing it with his eyes.

Well, on multiple rewatches, the clues for their love was already dropped in the 1st Valley of the End fight itself. Sasuke already lost his resolve to kill by balling his chidori fist rather than ramming through his chest. So the feelings inside the bubble are their honest emotions like always.

The pain on the verge of their separation inside the white bubble is clearly evident from their eyes even in their monstrous form. Even in the manga it was mentioned that ‘I can’t turn my back  Vs  I am not letting you go’

But what they really wanted to be from their childhood was this.

Look at Sasuke, how entranced he was on looking at that innocent boy. Now put yourself at Sasuke’s mind. Will you ever look at your friend like that??? Now, they are probably just 7 here, am not romanticizing. But Sasuke looks enthralled innocently.

But somehow, their paths separated them for who knows how long. But the pain in both their eyes is unbearable. Even the databook, mentioned that separating from Naruto is like ripping half of his body. Well, this proves it.

Now, if they really wanted to portray this as friendship, they never should have given Eye symbolism at all. They should have gone with ‘I was always jealous of you’ thing, like they portrayed in that filler episode 450.I would’ve gladly accepted it as friendship. Because that’s how friends behave when they are jealous and I wasn’t feeling any romance at all. There’s no need of that lengthy monologue on how he was always looking at Naruto and felt pain.

I am telling you, I won’t be looking at my friend like this. 

Unconscious closeness

Remember, I’ve written in the beginning of the post that Sasuke enjoys the warmth from Naruto. Meaning, he likes that person’s presence unconsciously and want to be near him. Sasuke proved this many times.

This is the most intense and confusing section I have to dissect for this post. But it’s the most entertaining nonetheless, atleast for me.

Starting from the Land of the Waves arc, here Sasuke is speed walking to match up with Naruto.

Initially I thought, he is trying to be competitive. But instead of walking ahead of Naruto to show who is faster, he just walks beside him. I find this really hilarious and adorable. This just shows Sasuke likes Naruto’s presence so much so that he wants to walk beside him.

Now many SS shippers tries to make this scene for themselves, when it is clearly not.

If you notice Sasuke in the Bell Training, he compares his strength difference with Kakashi and determines to get stronger. Same with Might Guy, he compares Might Guy’s speed with his own Sensei. Meaning, he respects people with strength. Naturally, he should’ve asked her and Sakura would have given him tips wholeheartedly. Because she really succeeded in that training.

Why bother to ask a deadlast?

The only reason I could find is that he wants to befriend him in his own stubborn way. But Poor Soul!!! He didn’t get the tips anyway. LOL. But despite getting the short end of the stick, he never hold it against him. Just like he never held anything against Naruto when he tied him up in Episode 3. All he did was just flaunt how he escaped.

Pretty cool for a 12 year old kid. Because If I were Sasuke, I would hold it for sure.

Once again Sasuke proves how he can care Naruto in his own adorable way.

He could’ve said ‘I am going to train too” if he really intended to train. There is no need to say ‘Going for a Walk’ and ask Naruto about breakfast. This explains that Sasuke simply missed the boy’s prolonged absence and reached out to him in his own cute way.

Now all these doesn’t mean he was in love with him. It’s just a childish attraction which makes him act like that involuntarily.

I just added this GIF to compare with the next scene.

Now Shikamaru falling on Naruto in an unconventional way doesn’t look anywhere romantic. Instead it’s the opposite. They are pretty friendly here.

But Sasuke’s approach to Naruto does looks undeniably sensual and I couldn’t deny the sexual tension that brings with it. (Even when I watched it for the first time having no idea of shipping anyone, I lowkey got creeped and thought, ‘Sasuke!! What have you become? ’)

This scene is something even I can’t dissect. Because honestly I don’t know. Sasuke is a person who never appreciates physical touches nor does he initiates either.

I get this crazy femme fatale vibe when seeing Sasuke with his sexy costume landing at a speed of lightning with his hands wrapped around Naruto and taunting near his ear about what was he doing there? The only reason I could think of is that maybe he missed him for 3 years which made him go unconsciously so close near Naruto. It’s also funny that he could’ve shoved his sword into Naruto’s heart before landing and no one could’ve batted an eyelid.

Damn you, Kishimoto!!! Is this scene absolutely necessary??? What are you trying to convey? Why do you give Sasuke, a sexualized aura?? I understand you love this character so much and you want this character to be desirable among women. Yeah, you succeeded by making Karin behave like a woman in heat, the moment they met. But instead of letting her get close to him, you made Sasuke to say ‘You... Don’t get so close’ whereas with Naruto, you made Sasuke to go willingly touch him in a half hugging stance. Geez!!!

Here comes the most interesting part in this section.

It may seem irrelevant at the beginning but trust me, it will make sense later.

Before that, I would like to appreciate the creator and especially the anime team to bring the battle sequence so lively and different in its own way. If you notice the purpose of every battle that happened in Naruto series, each carries it own meaning and deliberately distinguished. How you ask?

The fight between Deidara vs Sasuke.

Logically Deidara should be dead in the Gaara retrieval arc itself. There is no point for him to chase Sasuke who killed Orochimaru to whom Deidara had nothing to do with. It didn’t impact the story in any way. But the purpose of that battle is to show how far Sasuke has grown up in those 3 years. The way he can use his Sharingan to analyze his enemies abilities and weakness so quickly and take multiple steps ahead, the way he can use Genjutsu and other incredible jutsus in his arsenal were a visual treat.

Now, let’s analyze Sasuke’s arsenal of Jutsus. He can do Teleportation Jutsu, a decent Genjutsu, Chidori Senbon (needles), Raikiri (Chidori sword which ranges to 5 metres), Chidori Nagash (Chidori from his whole body), Transformation Jutsu, Substitution Jutsu Shuriken Jutsu with wire works, Kirin, Gokakyu No jutsu, Sword fighting, basic Hand-to-Hand fighting (I’ve never seen him do it ever since the Chunin Exams with Orochimaru), Archery fighting, Susanoo, Amaterasu and all the Rinnegan abilities.

Based on the jutsus he learned so far and how he applies in every battle, it all confirms two things:

Sasuke is a Medium-Long Range Shinobi

Sasuke’s battles are usually based on his Cleverness

Let’s go for Naruto. He can do Teleportation Jutsu, Sexy Jutsu, Harem no jutsu, Rasengan, Rasen Shuriken, Oodama Rasengan, Biju Dama, Tailed Beast Mode, Kage Bunshin No jutsu, Sage mode jutsu, Frog Kumite, Better Hand-to-Hand combat skills (better than Sasuke), Transformation Jutsu, Substitution Jutsu and all his Six path abilities.

Compared to Sasuke, Naruto’s jutsu variety is very less. But for every 4 punches from Sasuke equals 1 powerful punch from Naruto. Analyzing all of them,

Naruto is a Close-Range Shinobi except for his Rasen Shuriken

Naruto’s battles are usually based on his Jutsu Timing and Unpredictability

Now, Let’s rewind back to 3 years and look at the 1st Valley of the End battle. That battle was cleverly choreographed which carried very intense emotional baggage. Things we never knew about those boys until then were openly admitted and acknowledged. That is, for Sasuke, Naruto became his closest friend. For Naruto, he always wanted to be Sasuke’s friend way back when he was 6 or 7. For both, they already have some unexplainable bond by just looking at each other and smiling secretly.

The theme of that battle started as Am going on my own path vs I can’t allow you to tread on that dangerous path and ended up with I want to break our bond vs I don’t want to.

Now, this posture represents, Naruto is the one who pursues Sasuke to stop him from whatever he was about to do. Meaning, Naruto is the one who is constantly reaching out and Sasuke as usual kicks him out violently, that is he is pushing him away. That’s the essence of the whole battle.

Considering all the battles in the Naruto universe, I categorize them as follows:

Best Calculated (and emotional) battle - Itachi vs Sasuke

Best Hand-to-Hand combat - Kakashi vs Obito (what a fight it was!!!)

Best Mega Powered Up battle - Hashirama vs Madara

Best Emotional battle - Naruto vs Sasuke (1st valley of the end)

Best Unpredictable/Entertaining battle - Naruto vs Pain

Despite having all the potential to fulfill the above categories, The Final Valley of the End Battle never bested in any of them.

As analyzed before, the boys have grown up to greater heights. I expected a battle between Cleverness of Sasuke Vs Unpredictability of Naruto

But what I observed was something so intense. That is Unintentional closeness.

This battle symbolizes one thing: I am going to kill you to get lonely vs I won’t let you kill me because you will be alone.

Being a long range fighter, I expected Sasuke to go for this.

If you have to kill someone you love, it is best to keep your distance. Sasuke knows this full well when he battled with Itachi. Except for some Sword fighting, he maintained a certain distance to fight Itachi throughout, until the very end.

But when fighting Naruto, all I got was this.

That’s when I finally understood that this posture means, the fight is very personal. Which means, Sasuke or Naruto won’t be fighting by sitting on top of each other with their enemies or anyone else. That’s just between them alone.  

There was no analysis or cleverness from Sasuke’s side or any Unpredictability from Naruto. It was very bland and Sasuke looked clueless throughout the fight.

It started with some boxing style combat, including stealing hand seals and then some power punches. Very quickly it propels to Susanoo vs Tailed Beast mode. I expected some Hashirama vs Madara level power battle.

But all we saw there was this.

I mean, Come on!!! Man. Even the most Crazy and openly Romantic Uchiha, Madara himself never fought like this in Susanoo with Hashirama (Though Madara must be thinking ‘Damn Hashirama! I should’ve tried this with you’. LOL). Those mega battles carried variety of tactics.

Another thing I noticed was, Sasuke is the one who does lots of talking and constantly pursuing Naruto. Whereas Naruto is uncharacteristically quiet for the most part. 

And finally it leads to this.

Sasuke was unconsciously getting closer and closer to Naruto which is the opposite of what he wants to do. Because of that very closeness, he couldn’t look at his eyes with his Sharingan and eventually got an uppercut. It’s like Sasuke was screaming, ‘Hate me’ and Naruto was like ‘Keep talking’.

Every jutsu he had for attacking from a long-range were forgotten. He didn’t even try to put Naruto under Genjutsu. I mean with his Rinnegan, he was capable of putting all the 9 Tailed Beasts into a powerful Genjutsu. Why didn’t he try that with Naruto? There was no Chidori Stream or Lightning Blade.

I can imagine Naruto doing close range fights with someone or even sitting on top of the enemy. Example, part I, Naruto head bumped Gaara. He was literally fighting with his Shadow Clones against a Monster so he had to get closer. Naruto monstrously punching Deidara not knowing the fact that it was a clay clone.

But Sasuke??? Can you imagine Sasuke sitting on top of the enemy and punching to pulp??? No way. Not a chance.!!!

In one way or other way, Sasuke was always in the close proximity with Naruto throughout the battle and touching each other which is totally uncharacteristic of him when compared to his other battles.

Every battle he ever fought was always at a distance which is the clear representation of his own character. He is calculative, analytical, precise and moves fluidly with a flair like a true Ninja unlike Naruto who is always reckless, noisy, powerful and clumsy. 

Sasuke is someone who never lets his emotions get ahead in the battle, unlike Naruto. This is evident from the War when he was yelling at Naruto to stop worrying about Hokage as they were Edo Tensei who can regenerate. Even when fighting with Itachi, he calculated every move and attacked Itachi without any emotions except at the very end. Sasuke in this final battle forgot who he was and telling us viewers “Am just gonna get closer to Naruto and punch him hard”.

In short, Sasuke completely forgot all his battle tactics he had with Itachi and let his emotions get ahead of his cleverness and got himself closer to Naruto which eventually ended up weakening his resolve to kill him. This is what I meant by Unintentional Closeness.

Anyways, what I understood was, the creator didn’t put all this by without any meaning. It’s all very deliberate and drawn carefully.

Moving onto the final and the most defining moments of SNS.

When I watched this scene for the first time, I can’t comprehend the exact meaning. And I forgot about this later because of my excitement to know what happens next. But what I understood on my rewatch is that, the feelings exchanged here is very pure and innocent but distressing.

Sasuke already lost his resolve to kill by not ramming Naruto with Chidori instead balled up his fist. So he is not contemplating whether or not to kill Naruto.

Sasuke made every effort to leave Naruto and succeeded in it too. But somehow, accidentally, when faced with a person whom he considers so precious in such a close proximity, despite have a stinging pain in his arm, he is feeling the warmth he once felt. He just wants that warmth to prolong for some more time and he can’t able to evade it. So he totally gave in to that desire and feeling it unconsciously. Sasuke always watched Naruto (unbeknownst to him) and felt warmth, relief and weakness. This scene is the symbolic and innocent representation of all those feelings when he saw Naruto and he is exeriencing it for the final time. 

Does this means, does Sasuke wants to kiss him? No.

But every symbolism of that being happening is there. It’s just all open to interpretations. The creator could show us how Sasuke fell on his knees and staring at Naruto intently but never intended to show when he got up and left. I don’t understand this twisted mind of the creator.

Added to that, Sasuke was about to say ‘Naruto, I....’ God only knows what he was about to say. But every possibility of Sasuke confessing and kissing is there.

I know the creator cannot approach this directly considering the situations he worked under. But is there any necessity for such an intense scene? Even the anime creators loved this scene and made their own version of making Naruto’s eyes wide open and even more closer.

I wont be watching my friend or sister like that. 

That explains all the way back to this fated accidental scene.

There is nothing special about this scene. It’s all very clear that the kiss was accidental. It was really funny. But my point is why Sasuke never beat him to pulp or even push Naruto away like he did with Sakura and Karin? Why did he stood up for Naruto before Sakura? Why did he let go off Naruto even though he tied him up? Too many leeway for a single person in a single episode. And the most important part is, Sasuke thought it was intentional and remembers the taste. LOL.

Does this means he enjoyed the kiss? Not at all.

Most probably he was shocked to see Naruto in such a close proximity after seeing him from a distance for all those years. And he enjoys this as just another prank from Naruto in his own innocent way. But he won’t mind getting another one from Naruto either.

So, to conclude

I believe I made this post from an objective standpoint without making crazy theories and I don’t have to..... since canonical resources were plenty. Obviously my own bias will also be there which is unavoidable. But I tried to question the creative choices of why this scene even exist in the first place many times. Because those are the scenes which made the most impact inside me.

My first watch of Naruto gave me the benefit of doubt that ‘Are they in love? Nah... They are friends. Maybe I am just overthinking...  but why does it feel different??’ and that too only after finishing episode 478. After rewatching it again and again, it only consolidated my view.

For Sasuke, his worldly ties are pretty thin and runny. He was always a loner from the beginning even when he had his family. He never bothered to make any friends nor did anyone tried to befriend him. He was pretty close to his family especially Itachi. When he lost everything, somehow he got attracted innocently to Naruto and started to like him. But beyond Naruto he never bothered to add anyone in his heart. He considered Kakashi and Sakura were like his acquaintances who helped him a lot and that’s all.

Then after using Orochimaru, he gathered some high skilled shinobi for killing Itachi. But he made it clear that there don’t need to be any understanding but just co-operation would be enough. But along his way, he just abandoned Jugo, Suigetsu somewhere. He openly said to Karin that she is nothing but a burden to him. When his hatred reached upto a maximum boiling point, he didn’t even hesitate to kill Karin, Kakashi or Sakura. But the moment Naruto appears he calmed down. The proof? He was shocked to see Naruto at first. Then Naruto calls, ‘Sasuke!!!’, to which Sasuke responds with, ‘What?’. Despite becoming a maniac, he could find it in his heart to listen to Naruto.

It took an Edo Tenseified Itachi to bring him some rationality to question his beliefs about destroying Konoha. When Jugo and Suigetsu appear again, he casually asked them, ‘What do you want with me at this point?’, I mean, Come On, Man. LOL.  Even during the war arc, when things were about to blast off he only cared about Jugo (who helped him many times, so understandable) and Naruto (Geez!!! LOL).

Even after their final battle, the anime went so far as to create a scene where they were alone in a bright Konoha. But Sasuke looked very peaceful and listening to Naruto intently. When Naruto freaks out about Infinite Tsukuyomi, he casually laughs off and says ‘you still care about the world’. Meaning, he is happy there spending time alone with the person he loves. Doesn’t give a rat’s ass about missing anyone else. (How romantic!!!). Honestly, Sasuke wouldn’t mind if they were to stay that way forever. He would gladly listen to Naruto all day.  But when Naruto disappears he freaks out and starting to make up his mind about joining his brother.

It’s very clear that the people he adores are Itachi and Naruto. Towards Itachi, it’s super understandable, because he is his own brother. But Naruto??? Why should the creator go so far as to make Sasuke adores Naruto even after breaking up with him?

And why make Sasuke possessive about Naruto’s life? When Obito was about to kill Naruto with that Black Orbs, Sasuke blocked him and said ‘You are not the One to sever the past, I am’. I understand the logic behind Sasuke’s possessiveness on Itachi’s life because he destroyed his family, childhood and even Itachi wants Sasuke to be the one to kill him. But why possessive on Naruto? He is not related to him by blood. Naruto never did anything wrong to Sasuke to warrant any hate either. You will become possessive on something only when you truly hate it or wholeheartedly love it. There is no middle ground. My point is why put Naruto here at all in the first place?? Believe me, If Sasuke never paid attention to Naruto in the War arc, I would be the first person to jump out of this ship. 

Just to give you a basic example, Imagine you are living in a place far away from your family, friends and that loveable person. When Corona hits everywhere and forced Lockdown to travel outside the city, and the situation is getting worse day by day. Whom would you desperately reach out first? You would reach the person whom you are connected well in your family and that loved one. You will prioritize your friends only later. This is the Universal truth. Sasuke was seen showing that same instinct in the War arc towards Naruto whom he was not related by blood. And you all just want me to believe Sasuke sees him as just a friend?? Give me a break!!!

If all those traits I’ve mentioned above have been avoided to a greater extent, I would be happy to believe that they are friends. If not all, at the very least delegate some of the tropes to other people or share some of the tropes with other people along with Naruto. But dumping it all on Naruto alone makes me only curious and incredibly romantic too. 

It’s no wonder, Naruto would go so far as to reach out Sasuke even at the expense of his life.

Oh, Did I forget about the cutest and most exclusive trope to SNS?

U-SU-RA-TON-KA-CHI, the most personal word which carries its own meaning and is only for Naruto. So funny that Sasuke has to spend a certain amount of energy to call Naruto using a 6 syllabic word rather than NA-RU-TO, a 3 syllabic word which is much easier.

Disclaimer: This post constituted everything from from Chapter 1 to 699 or Episode 1 to 135 (part 1) + Episode 1 to 479 (Shippuden) excluding fillers. Though Sasuke shinden novel was made into anime, I don’t want to consider that here. As much as I loved the prologue in that novel, I still don’t want to cite that here, as I consider everything after 699 is $$$$ making bullshit.

FUN FACT:

If you put yourself in any character in the Naruto Universe except for Naruto, and ask them, ‘What do you think about Sasuke?’. You know the answer from Sakura, she will say ‘Sasuke-Kun looks very cool and acts aloof, that’s why I love him’. Kakashi will say ‘My favorite student’. And all the other people will say somewhat similar, ‘He is an excellent Shinobi who belongs to the proud Uchiha clan and Naruto’s rival’

But Naruto will be the only person to say this.

“Lot of fun to be around” ....... LOLLLLL.

Me: No, Naruto!!! Clearly not. No one in your universe can have fun with him except you. Go and Ask Sai, Team Taka or your own Team 7. They adore him for being Cool and Talented. But Fun is not the word that equates with Sasuke unless there is no You, Naruto.

Thanks for reading :-D

[quillsanddaydreams]

what great men say

james potter x reader

—author’s note: I was extremely soft about James and just how goofy he is around his friends and I just had to write it down. So what does being friends with James and eventually falling for him include? Enjoy!

—warning(s): mentions of food, she/her pronouns!reader 

—wordcount: 3,196

You sighed looking at the time. He would be here any minute— he never came late. Tapping your foot, you turned your attention to the book open in front of you. Transfiguration. The subject that you struggled with the most. James excelled at it. 

The turtle he transformed the teacup into that day was stunning. Popping its head inside the green-gold shell as everyone looked on. James smiled teasingly wide when McGonagall had commended him. No one noticed when he shifted aside to talk to the turtle in a baby voice. It made you smile. You blinked. Words swirled on the page you’d opened. Shaking your head, you turned to concentrate on them.

“There you are!” James shouted as the librarian shot him a glare. He was huffing— apparently from running to the library. He made an apologetic face and slowly came and plopped down beside you.

“Do you always have to be loud?” you said as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Well, a great man once said loudness is the way of life,” he huffed, breathing deeply as you raised an eyebrow.

“And is this great man you?”

“Are you saying anything to the contrary?”

You let a small smile play on your lips which etched his grin further.

“I wouldn’t dare,” you said as he adjusted his collar, looking smug.

“I mean, even great men tell the turtle they made from a teacup that it is a good boy,” you said nonchalantly, opening a notebook. James flustered.

“I didn’t tell Jake he was a good boy,” he murmured.

“Jake, huh?”

“Shut it.”

The two of you spend the next hour working on the transfiguration assignment. James was patient as he helped you through spells and theory. You laughed, studied and talked. It was just like that between you two. You were good friends, you teased each other, pulled a few pranks and had fun. There was something about him that made you open up more than anyone else. And you loved him. It was stupid really. 

James was utterly and completely in love with Lily Evans. Everyone knew that. You tried and you tried to push it back but you couldn’t help it. It crept up upon you- he had always been so kind to you, so adorably cute that you just fell for him. As torturous as it was, you didn’t dare to even hint him about it. Listening to him gush about the perfect head-girl, you never let your smile fade even if it never reached your eyes. 

James poked your side as you packed your books.

“Hmm?”

“Lily and I talked a lot last night,” he said excitedly as your chest contracted. You zipped up your bag, hanging it by your side.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, plastering on a smile. The two of you started moving out of the library.

“It was amazing,” He said, punctuating each word, a dreamy look on his face. “She told me about her muggle life- records, music tapes- that sort of stuff. She was surprised when I talked to her about Queen and Beatles, impressed even.”

He scratched the back of his head, narrowly avoiding a first year who ran past the two of you.

“Couldn’t tell her you introduced it to us and it’s what Sirius blasts in the room all day long.”

You giggled.

“Did he listen to all of them already?” you asked, desperate to change topics. The two of you turned around the corner. James scoffed.

“Pretty sure he heard each of them at least a hundred times.”

“It’s good music James,” you sighed. “Ask him whether he’s free next Hogsmeade weekend, I’ll show him a place he’s going to adore.”

“Ah, I have some head-boy duties with Lily, Remus is helping Slughorn for extra credit and Peter is practicing astronomy,” James said as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“So Sirius is free?”

“Yes, but we aren’t,” James shrugged as you laughed.

“Okay,” you dragged on, not sure where the conversation was going. “Ask him if he’d like to go with me?”

James turned to you, confused.

“You’ll go with Sirius, alone?” he asked as you hummed in response, shrugging. He scowled.

You turned back at James standing at the door to the common room.

“Tomorrow, same time?” you asked with a smile. He nodded giving you a half-hearted grin and moving towards his room. Did you say something wrong? Shaking your head, you retreated to your dorm.

-♡♡♡-

A loud knock shook you. You looked towards the window and… James?

“James what the hell are you doing there?” you asked, jolting towards the sill and unlocking it. The idiot was standing a broom nearly forty feet above ground.

“I was wondering whether you’d join us all for a trip to the kitchens?” he breathed, a small smile playing on his lips. You heard snorts making you look down at the ground. Sirius, Remus and Peter were rolling out in laughter, but you couldn’t think much about that.

“Are you insane? Bloody sit down on your broom or come in,” you said eyes wide.

“Fine, I’m coming.” James grinned, jumping inside. He grabbed your arms almost falling over you. A strong perfume attacked your senses. His face was so close to yours, you could count the faint freckles on his face. Messy strands of hair fell over his forehead making you want to run your hands over them. You blinked, steading yourself before taking a step back. James coughed.

“Um, I was sneaking out for some hot chocolate,” he said placing his hands in his jeans’ pocket, thumbs out. “I remember you complaining we never took you.”

“Oh,” you said, feeling awkward all of a sudden. “Let me just get my jacket, it’s kinda cold.”

Grabbing the nearest jacket, you put it on as James stared around your room. You had decorated it beautifully. Post cards, quotes and some letters were put up on a wall on the far end. His eyes fell on you as you turned to him smiling, ready to leave. He gulped.

“How are we leaving?” you asked and James gestured to his broom floating outside your window.

After much bickering, you found yourself sitting behind James, holding onto him for your dear life. That wasn’t to say you didn’t enjoy it. It felt good being so close to him, having your hands around his waist. You almost felt sad when you reached down. Sirius smirked at you as you climbed off the broom. He knew more than he probably should.

“What took you so long?” Peter complained. You saw Sirius open his mouth to say something but closed it on seeing your glare. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Well now that she’s here, shall we?” he said leading you ahead of the group.

James frowned at the two of you. Sirius whispered something in your ear making you roll your eyes playfully.

“What’s made you so off now?” Peter asked. Remus patted his shoulder.

“Jealousy is always a bad colour on people my dear wormtail,” Remus said dramatically. James raised it eyebrows.

“I’m not jealous,” James said pointedly and then shrugged. “What would I be jealous of?”

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Sureeee.”

You took in the warm room while the boys asked for hot chocolates for all of you. Sweet smell of banana bread and muffins eloped the kitchen. Remus called for you, handing you a steaming mug of cocoa. You sat down beside James tuning in to their conversation. He gave you a small smile as Remus and Peter quarrelled about their divination predictions. You laughed and you talked, feeling the week’s tension slowly slip off your shoulders. When it was time to leave, you felt oddly content. Making them promise to make this a monthly thing, you finally turned to leave. James held you back.

“I was wondering, if you’d like to have a bit more fun?” James asked, biting his lip. “Just us two.”

You looked at him curiously and licked your lip.

“And what will this fun, entail?”

“There’s this small place near the edge of forbidden forest,” he said and you raised an eyebrow. “I swear it’s not that dangerous. It’s honestly beautiful.”

James didn’t know why he was so bent over to spend some more time with you. All he knew was that he didn’t want the evening to end. He didn’t want to leave you just yet. So when you nodded slowly, he couldn’t stop the grin that spread on his face.

The two of you tip-toed through the castle, James’s invisibility cloak with him just in case. Checking the map, he turned towards you. Taking your hand in his; he whispered, “Run.”

Your eyes widened. James sprinted forward, taking you with him. There was no time to think. Trying to keep up with him— you made your way through the grounds, the air icy against your face. You were huffing by the time you reached the lip of the forest.

“What exactly were we running from?” you asked, taking in gulps of air.

“No one— we were taking too much time,” he said shrugging. “And adrenaline always feels good.”

He didn’t notice you glaring at him. You slapped his arm playfully.

“Hey—” he groaned, rubbing at the spot.

“Now that you’ve wounded me, shall we?”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. Placing his palms on your shoulder James turned you, leading you towards a small clearing. Your arms erupted in goosebumps, feeling him right behind you. His breath tickled your neck. Did he really not know the effect he had on you? Reaching there, James gestured around dramatically. Fireflies buzzed around the area and the ground bloomed with wild flowers.

“Wow,” you gasped. James watched you, his face lighting up. Running your hands through the shrubs you looked up. Night sky was always clear at Hogwarts. But somehow it seemed even more beautiful then. You glanced towards James catching him staring.

“See something you like?”

“You look beautiful,” James uttered before he could stop himself. Your cheeks heated up.

You did. You looked gorgeous every single day. James swallowed, a distinct blush covering his cheeks. He felt your gaze on him, waiting for him to say something. He heard you sigh after a little while.

“You know, when I was small, I used to collect fireflies in a jar,” you said, sitting down slowly. James joined you. “Pretty little things they were. I would stare at them for hours. Mum hated them. Dad didn’t seem to mind. They would zoom around in the jar and I would take it in hand running through the house saying they were my army. Danger shall befall those who cross me— I used to say”

James let out a laugh, sighing as you both watched the stars. Sneaking a glance at him, you caught him doing the same. Light from flies lighted up his face, his brown eyes sparkling. You didn’t know who leaned in. His lips were soft against yours as you let your hands tangle in his hair. His arms went to your waist, tugging you towards him. The kiss seemed to light you up. Pulling back breathless you stared at him, seeing something that made your stomach. Guilt. You dug your nails into your palm, waiting for the excuses to come. And it came. He called out your name.

“Don’t.” You snapped.

Scrambling to your feet, you started moving back towards the castle. James followed you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I don’t know what happened and I—”

You twisted towards him.

“I’m not angry at you James,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. James frowned. “I— I just like you, okay? I’ve liked you for quite some time.”

James’ eyes widened a little. You let out a laugh, looking away.

“I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at myself. Do you realise how pathetic it is, to love someone knowing they’ll never love you back?  Every day I’ll tell myself; it doesn’t matter. That it’s a crush and it’ll go away. And every day I fall a little more in love with you knowing you’ll never feel the same.”

Silence fell around you and you wrapped your arms around yourself. You felt cold. James watched you, desperate to reach out. He wanted to stop you but he didn’t know how. All he could do was listen.

“I think, I think it’ll be better for me to stay away from you for a while,” you breathed, trying your best not to let the tears in your eyes fall.

You walked back to the castle leaving James alone. A tear fell down his face and he furiously wiped it off.

-♡♡♡-

The next few days seemed never-ending. Classes, homework and head-boy duties kept James busy. He practiced harder and longer on the field. But his mind wasn’t in it. It was full with the thoughts of you. He tried. He really tried to reach out to you somehow. To catch your eye during classes, give you a small smile, but you hardly even glanced at him. It hurt. More than he could ever care to admit. He had quite forgotten what it was like not to spend time together every single day. To not listen to you complain about your day, hear your laugh. He felt alone.

Bacon and eggs were laid out in front of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat. He toyed it around with his fork.

“Ahhh James! Just the person I was looking for,” Lily said with a bright smile as James looked towards her. “I was thinking maybe you could join me after lunch? We can review the prefect rounds’ details.”

James furrowed his eyebrows.

“Didn’t we do that last week?”

Lily’s expression fell, but she covered it up quickly.

“Yes we did, but I thought maybe we could go over them again?” she said expectantly.

“Uh- sure.” He said, moving his attention back to his plate. He pushed it away.

Sirius, Peter and Remus raised their eyebrows at him. James looked at them questioningly.

“Are you dead?” Remus asked.

“No?”

“Yeah I think he’s dead.” Sirius pipped in. James opened his mouth to retort but Sirius bet him to it.

“Look, I know finding out your friend is in love with you while you think you’re in love with someone else isn’t easy—”

“Especially when you’re actually in love with the said friend," Peter said, taking a bite of his toast. James opened his mouth.

“Especially then —but you gotta make up your mind. Go date Lily and find out how worthless it is and then go back to friend or go now and talk to her and tell her what you really feel about her.”

James blinked.

“I’m not in love with her,” he said slowly as they collectively groaned. He ignored them. “And how did you know that she told me she likes me?”

“It was obvious?” Sirius said as Remus rolled his eyes.

“You know what? Let him continue his idiocy for more. I want to see how long this can actually go on,” Remus said as others hummed in response, shrugging.

“What? You’re not even going to listen to me now?” James stated as his friends paid no attention.

“Not when you’re being a dumbass, no.”

James banged his head on the table. Remus continued to read his book while Sirius and Peter concentrated on their breakfast.

“What if, what if I said,” James began slowly. “That maybe I do love her. I do love her and I was the biggest fool in the world and screwed this up beyond repair?”

Remus stared at James, a small smile overcoming his features.

“You tell her exactly that.”

-♡♡♡-

You sighed turning the page. The story was captivating at first, but now— not so much. There was a knock at the window and you turned to see… James? Your heart thumped against your chest. He stood there, probably on his broomstick waiting for you to let him in. Pushing the covers aside, you got up and opened the small lock as James hopped in. Your chest clenched seeing him for the first time in weeks. You had missed him. His hair was disheveled and he fidgeted awkwardly, staring at you.

“James why are you here?” you asked softly. You wanted nothing more than to hug him. But you held back. You couldn’t do that to yourself, not anymore.

“I— um— I wanted to tell you something,” he said as you gestured at him to go on. There was silence.

“Well?”

James flushed, looking down.

“I— I had this whole speech prepared and now I forgot what I was supposed to say,” he said and you looked at him curiously. “I know it starts with me saying I might be the biggest dumbass at Hogwarts.”

“That I can agree on,” you pointed out, a small grin evident on your face. James cracked a smile hearing you tease him after weeks. Somehow, he never minded it when it was you. There was silence again, but this time it felt calmer.

“You see? I had a fascination with this red-headed girl,” he whispered. Your throat bobbed. He was here to talk about Lily? “This fiery girl who rejected me every time I asked her out. And my fascination just grew. So much that I couldn’t even notice myself falling for someone else. Someone who’d been an amazing friend.”

Your eyes snapped towards him and he gave you a light smile.

“I don’t love Lily. I don’t. And I hate myself for not realizing it. But even more than that I hate myself for turning you away. I’m sorry,” he said as you sniffed, letting his words soak in. He loved you, not Lily. You knew you must be looking like an idiot then, giddiness blooming through your body.

“Are you sure this isn’t the speech you prepared?” you said as James chuckled. He shook his head.

“My prepared speech was written by a great man and it did not end with an apology.”

“Oh? What did that great man end the speech with?” you said, joy evident on James’ face. He was enjoying this.

“Asking you out,” he said cheekily and you let out a snort.

“Well, that’s a let down,” you said, putting on a disappointed expression, noticing James furrowing his brows. “I was hoping the speech would end in some kisses; after all, don—"

You couldn’t finish the sentence as James pulled you closer by your waist and pressed his lips against yours. You sighed, tugging him closer by his neck. Pulling back, you rested your forehead against his taking deep breaths.

“I fucking love you,” James said, cradling your face and starting to press kisses all over. You giggled.

“I love you too. Tell that great man I’d like to go out with him this Hogsmeade weekend, will you?” you said as James let out a laugh.

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