#begging and pleading for people to not try ti be friends when im just trying to do my job

[kuni-is-daddy]

Scaramouche being a snake hybrid, your friends daring you to go into the cave that scaramouche is in because they knew something was in there, he sees you and your friends but they ended up running away leaving you there with him. Him seeing that your scared and helpless so he ends up treasuring you as if your his prized possession. Him then fucking you, trying to be gentle with your small figure compared to him but ends up being rough with you and breeding you with his eggs or seed ;(

Snake! Scara x Female reader.

I don't even want to write any backstory for this. JUST WANNA THIRST but ik you guys like when i put a little story into it.

Scara fic list.

Warning!: NSFW content: Biting, Blood sucking, eating out, mating press

Word count: 1.16k.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

"they knew something was in there" What if their was a bounty to kill the 'suneku kuzushi' A name given by the people in inazuma to mock scara as a 'cursed child.' So your 'new friends' zeni and maki have a dango eating competition at komore teahouse. The loser has to lead the way within his cave and take a picture of the 'suneku kuzushi' but that was just a trick so they could use you as bait when they confront him. As you enter the cave scara watches you through the eyes of one of his snakes and After venturing for what felt like an hour, a small purple snake climbed onto your thigh and bit you, causing you to draw blood while you shrieked and hit at it with your flashlight. You finally get fed up and decide to head back out of fear it was poisonous but zeni and maki refuse to let you go out of desperation for the reward. Zeni then ties your hands infront of your stomach with rope and uses you as a shield while traveling down the cave as maki said nothing towards your pleads, just asking for you to be quiet. The three of you ventured in the cave for hours, Far and farther away from anyview of sunlight. You sniffled and cried the whole way with a hazy feeling through your head as you still drew out blood, begging over and over again for zeni to let you go when at this point, It felt like they didnt care if you lived or died.

Snake scara! who finally reveals himself after hearing enough of your begging, knowing it wasnt for him yet. Zeni yells out "SHOW YOURSELF YOU MONSTER" While realeasing his grip from you to pull out his dagger. You try run away but the snake emerged infront of you, forming a gooey figure which then melted in on itself revealing, Scaramouche. A male creature much taller then you, covered in scales along his arms and glowing blue violet eyes. You immediately began to tremble at the sight of the creature, covering your face with your tied up hands and looking down with a view of nothing but his lanky shadow.

Snake scara! Immediately looks at you and hisses at the sight of your bite wound, Remembering the sweet taste of your blood from earlier. He shifts his vision from you after being interrupted by an attempt for an attack by zeni. "Monster..? And what are you supposed to be. A poor excuse for a human?" He'd strike zeni with electro energy, Watching as his dull dagger falls to the ground while zeni screams. "Go ahead. Amuse me.."

Snake scara! watching as zeni hesitates for another pathetic attempt to attack him when suddenly he pushes you into scara. Making you fall back infront of him on the ground. You roll around with your hands still tied begging for your 'friends' to not leave you as they run away back out of the cave through the darkness. You try and crawl away but scara slithers infront of you. Leaning down to look at your droopy tears leak down your face, begging again for him to not kill you. "Shh shh shh..Stop crying." He says mildly irritated. "Trust me im not gonna kill you. Infact..me and you are going to have some fun together~"

snake scara who picks you up and brings him to his 'home' within the cave. You plead that you just want to go home but he whispered in your ear. "This is your home baby~" you start punching at him to let you go but he throws you onto his creaky bed and begins ripping off your clothes with his sharp nails. "Fuck...look at this body of yours~ your beautiful." You blush at his words and whine "Kuzushi- p-please....let me go.." he notices you tugging at the rope and unties you. "Kuzushi? So that's the pathetic name they gave me. Call me scara. I want to hear you moan that out for me." "M-moan it out..?" He laughed at your confusion. "What? You thought I was going to let you go y/n? Your mine. I'm going to claim and make you my queen." Before you could get another word out scara shoved you into a sloppy kiss, letting his long tongue trail inside your mouth and explore your sweet taste while his hand trailed to your boob, groping and feeling your nipple. You felt lightheaded at the way he ambushed your body, eyes rolling back from his tongue alone.

Your hands began tapping at his back on instinct, signaling your fight or flight that you couldn't breathe. Scara pulled away as spit trailed from your lips, panting even harder trying to catch your breath. "Shit..you taste so good.. was that too much for you pet? Want me to slow down for you~" his vision shifted down to your thighs. Rubbing his rough hands against the bite mark "scara..it..it..hurts..." "I know pet, just be good for me and relax okay? Promise it'll feel good~" he leaned down in between your legs, licking at his sharp teeth then sucking on your thighs. "AH~ S-SCARA OH GOD~" you covered your mouth and bit into your hand while the feeling of him biting and sucking on the blood from your thighs sent chills through your body. "mmmm...fuck.. more..I need more of you~" he pulled his blood stained teeth away from your thigh, now shifting his attention to your underwear. "God..bet your so fucking wet for me right now baby~" he removed your underwear to reveal your glistening pussy. "Oh god..~ look at you pet. Wet for me just like a slut. Don't think i even have to prepare you." He began to pull out his length, ready to claim you until you tugged at him. "Scara..your tongue..wanna feel it.. inside... please" he raised his eyebrows at your request.

"Oh yeah? Does my slut want master to eat he out?" you nodded then hid your face in embarrassment. He shoved his tongue inside of you. Watching as you squirmed from his tongue. "Scara! Your tongue~ AH~ Feels so good~" your legs began to squish his face in-between you thighs as he licked and sucked passionately on your pussy "oh fuck yes~ you taste so fucking good baby.. I cant~ god yes.. I need to fuck you. Love how horny you are for me~ like a good little slut~ your so hot~" scara moaned and began trailing his hand to his own length. Stroking his tip as he felt you close to cumming, quivering under his tongue. "Hah....I can't wait anymore baby~ I need it right now-" he pulled his tongue away from your pussy, pulling out his thick length and positioning himself to thrust inside of you. Folding your legs like a chair. "S-Scara wait!! It's too big!" He pulled you into another kiss, his tall body completely toppling over yours. "Fuck baby don't worry~ you can take it. Take daddy inside you like a good pet~" he pounded inside of you "oh fuck yes.. squish this cock just like that. Ah~ yes baby. M' gonna give gonna give you my seed oh god~ such a good girl" your body continued to twitch from his aggression, his length perfectly filling you up until you couldn't feel anything but it inside you. "SCARA~ IM GONNA BREAK~ IT- AH~ SCARA~ DADDY~" you dug your hands into his scaley back, practically drawing blood along his skin as you came on his cock. Your legs felt as they we're giving out but scara continued to chase his high, now growling because of how good you made him feel. "S-shit baby im gonna cum. Take it. Fucking take it like a good slut. Fuck yes. YES~" scara groans out loud enough to practically make the whole cave shake. He looks down at you to view your already passed out form under him while smirking and marking your tummy with his electro symbol. Claiming you as his.

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CW/TW: sui ideation heavy tgroughout in this one, beware

"Just shoot me", I say to the assailant.

"Um, well not now that you asked, that's not how it's supposed to work." I can tell he's shaken even in a balaclava, his eyes widen with worry and embarrassment.

"I know, I know, I beg for my life, and you get off on it and whatever, but... well, I guess your luck ran out." He tentatively places the gun on the table and scratches his head with a long sigh.

"I can't do this", I hear him mutter. He leans on the tiny table in the corner, gathering himself as we both hear the screams of the other hostages. Really, as crazy as it sounds, I can't help but find his reluctance funny.

"I mean, you have one willing victim, and you'll make your gang buddies happy, right? Go on, go ahead."

"I can't give you what you want. I have to let you go."

"You're a criminal who's shut down this big arcade filled with people minding their business and having a good time. I hardly believe you'd turn down an opportunity like this now."

"And why do you want to be a part of it all, huh? Anyone else would wanna get the fuck out this closet."

"There is nothing else, so it doesn't matter."

"How do you know that? I mean the whole reason I'm sparing you is because everyone has purpose, value, worth. He stops himself and eyes his gun.

"And... Really by that principle everyone should be spared I see that now. Ironic how a hostage welcoming their death made me realise. I don’t know what I do it all for. What the point is when I could just be a good person."

I stretch my arms on my lap, my hands firmly tied together by rope.

"Who said you're a bad person? Everyone's desperate and trying to get by. Some kinds of hustling are riskier than others."

"Still, I shouldn’t be doing this." Banging on the door.

"You done?" A long squirmy pause.

"Not yet, she's a stubborn one." Needless to say, I flash a cheeky smile at 'im.

"Hurry the fuck up, we don't have much time 'till they get here." I hear a gulp. Nevertheless, he approaches me, comes behind, his hands around my neck without any force at all, in my ear, he whispers:

I'm gonna let you go now. just play along. Ah, fuck. He grabs his gun and the door flies open, introducing a winding hallway and the distant terrified screams and cries of those clinging on to what they can. It's all a blur until I'm blinded with the light of the daytime.

Pindrop silence with whimpers and murmurings scrambled within. I look to my right and see all the hostages in one scraggly big group, bundled together like peanuts, cross-legged on the floor, including the people who left me for dead. My "friends". Unsurprisingly, they're sitting down snuggling in their own little circle, trying their hardest not to look at me as I'm brought out beside him, who was now prepping his gun. Other assailants were now emerging like henchmen of Satan, covered in dangerous scarlett and cuts and bruises aplenty from struggle, remaining in their all-black attire no matter how it darkened or how it was now in tatters or how it soaked with the thick red of life. No eye could let go of the sight. The quiet's like a sheet of thick, deadly mist suffocating even the bravest of those who wanted to speak, but not me.

Besides, I was doing a lot more than that. For them, I was a weakness, *to* them, I'm now a threat.

Before he can even comprehend it, his gun's in my hand.

Now, I've never used a gun in my life. Nevertheless, I point it at them, or at least in their general direction.

"If I can't escape my problems, I'll eliminate them." Suddenly, there were four hands on the gun, writhing over the trigger.

"Don't do this, you'll end up just like me", I hear him plead. The one time in my life where ignorance really could be bliss.

"Please, you don't know what's coming." He takes his mask off, and his breath touches my neck.

"I know you don't deserve it." A bang reverberates around the room, as I hold the gun still, contemplating what's going to happen next.

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everything changed then

word count; 5.1k

warnings; 14x15 spoilers!!!! curse words, gun violence (i think that's it??)

author’s note; this is my first spencer fic and im feeling really good about it so like, i hope you enjoy!!

 She wasn’t sure of the events that led her to the current situation. Or, you know, maybe she was— she wasn’t dumb. No in fact, other than Spencer, she was probably one of the smartest people on the team. Regardless of whatever the reason was, she was still there. She was in a terrible, terrible situation. 

What was once a car chase turned foot, had quickly turned into a hostage situation. A standoff between three FBI agents (JJ, Spencer, and Y/N) was cut short when the villain with the psychopathic tendencies forced all three to toss aside their weapons. He then forced an innocent hostage to lockdown the small shop. The innocent woman, who doubled as a mother and the judge who had locked the unsub away, with the other gun, pleaded with him. 

“Please, don’t hurt her. I don’t know how they found us, I didn’t call them!” she was nervous, her  hands shaky. Y/N, ironically, could feel the anxiety flowing from her own body. She was supposed to save them, save them all, and yet, here she was barely able to breathe as the potentially deadly weapon was trained on her boyfriend of three years. “Please, just let her go!”

“Melissa, we haven’t finished our little game.” The nasty man sneered at her, still holding the blonde against him while pointing his gun at Spencer. The three agents, shared a look. It was clear between them that they weren’t getting out without setting the man off. 

Casey forced Y/N down first, noises of protest coming from both her and Spencer. He had pulled her arms behind her back, more rough than needed, and wrapped her wrists in multiple layers of duct-tape. The tape pulled harshly at her skin, no doubt leaving behind a couple of nasty bruises. JJ and Spencer not far behind her, instead, Casey forced Melissa to do so. 

Spencer, trying to relive at least some of the tension, said, “Don’t worry, it's gonna be okay.” While Y/N knew that he was talking to the judge, she felt the undertones of his promise. 

don’t worry. it’ll be okay. we’ll get out of this, promise. nothing will happen. She knew that it was  meant for her too. 

“Hurry up!” Casey stressed, gun pointed at the stomach of the blonde who was barely holding it together. “Get over here. This is all your fault. I told you it was an accident, that—that Mark was the one who forced me to do it.”

The three tied up cops shared a look. This was bad, really really bad. Casey continued. angry, “But you wouldn’t listen! You just sat up there looking smug and superior. You think you’re so much better than me, but you’re not. You’re just as capable of hurting someone as anybody is.”

With too much force, Casey forced the young blonde to the ground, causing her to cry out as well as causing Y/N to move to her knees. He then pointed the gun back at Melissa, Y/N let out a noise of discomfort before saying, “C’mon, C-Casey, you don’t want to do this.”

A smirk playing on his lips, gross and unattractive, he looked to Melissa and ignored Y/N’s pleas, “Well, here it is, judge, your moment of truth.” In his outstretched hand was the gun that Melissa had previously tossed aside. She took it from the unsub’s hand, Jennifer’s eyes going wide at the sight. “Shoot her. Or i’ll kill your daughter.”

No one moved. No one breathed. No one spoke a word— that is until JJ’s voice rung out, breaking the silence. “Come on. She’s got nothing to do with this, okay? Just let her go.”

“Shoot her!” It was forceful and loud and dangerous all at the same time. Spencer and Y/N were stunned into silence, JJ spoke again, “Casey, she’s not a part of this. Okay?” She was trying so desperately to get everyone out with out any injuries. She was brave and Y/N admired that about her good friend. “You have no reason to hurt her. Just let her go.”

Y/N knew it was wrong as soon as the words passed her good friend’s lips. She watched with an anxiety filled heart as Casey’s whole demeanor changed, he snatched the gun from Melissa’s hands and stomped over to where JJ was sitting. He knelt down to her level and roughly grabbed a chunk of her beautiful blonde locks. Spencer moved forward, like he was going to say something, something that would aggravate the gunman even more. Y/N silently pleaded with him to stop, to just say silent— stay safe.

However, Y/N beat him to it. She didn’t care if the fire was on her. She’d rather that than on JJ or Spencer or an innocent bystander. “Leave her alone.” 

Her voice was harsh and threatening all at once. In all the years that Y/N had been on the team, no one had ever heard her talk like that. Then again, Y/N was always cautious enough to never end up in a hostage situation. 

It was then Casey pointed his gun at Y/N—Spencer’s heart stopping— “I wasn’t talking to you.” It was clear to the room that he was directing that to both girls. He then, without anymore aggravations, violently released JJ before standing up, gun still trained on Y/N, and backed up to the blonde who had the unfortunate job of working in this shop on this god-awful day. 

“Get up! Now!” He pulled the young girl up, tossing her into the counter next to Spencer. Her body flung into the counter with such force it knocked down a mirror, shattering. A gun shot rung out and Melissa and the unnamed worker both yelped— one in fear and the other in pain. 

Y/N watched as Spencer slowly moved over, trying to see the young girl, only to be stopped by a shout and a gun in his face. “Do not move!”

If Y/N’s anxiety ridden heart was in her throat before it was now jumping from her mouth and onto the floor. She didn’t understand why she was on the verge of loosing her breath. She had seen a gun pointed at her boyfriend before. It wasn’t anything new, it happened. It came with the job. Maybe it was the fact that she knew there was no getting out of this without injury and pain. 

Again, Casey’s focus was on Melissa, “New deal.” Gun in her face, gun in his hand, offering. All three agents watching helplessly. They were out of options. This was really fucking bad. “Now you need to kill one of these three.”

Y/N’s heart calmed slightly as she watched the scared brunette take the gun from the wild man’s hand. She could do this. She could talk her down— this she could do. Melissa turned to the three, gun pointed at the floor before focusing it on Spencer. 

“Melissa— Melissa, you don't want to do this. I know you don’t, you can stop this. Just put down the gun. Please—”

“Shut up!” Casey’s voice was raw. It was clear his patience was running thin. He was going to snap. Back to Melissa, he asked, “Who’s it gonna be?”

Her eyes locked with Spencer’s then with Y/N’s, they were sad and scared, “Please. Please, I don’t want to do this.”

“Focus, Melissa!” Loud and angry. The gun shook with his words.

“Please,” she begged, it was no louder than a whisper. Y/N could feel herself loosing hope, maybe she was wrong. Maybe she couldn’t do this. 

“Judge, you gotta decide. That’s what you do right?” He was calm, now. Way, way too calm. “Decide life or death with a flick of your gavel.”

The gun in Melissa’s hands moved from Spencer then to the floor and then to JJ only to go back to Spencer in the end. And Y/N was going to lose it. She was ready to do something, anything when the phone rang. Hope flooding her veins again. Help was here. They would get them out, without any damage. Right?

Y/N let out a breath, one she wasn’t aware she was holding, when Spencer spoke. His voice providing her with a much needed feeling of ease. “Answer it. Casey, answer it.”

“Shut up!” Melissa’s gun was still trained on Spencer as Casey yelled at her, “Pull the trigger!”

Melissa cried out, terrified. Y/N opened her mouth, the words flowing out before she could stop them. “Please, please don’t do this.”

“Shut up, everybody, shut up!” Casey was nearing his end, he was snapping. He lunged forward, ripping the cord from the wall, the insistent ringing stopping with it. “Focus, Melissa! Pull the trigger.”

JJ shared a look with Spencer then looked to Y/N, before trying one last time, “Casey, if Melissa won’t play, I will.” The beautiful blonde moved to her knees. She was determined to take the heat off Spencer. She couldn’t lose her best friend— she couldn’t let Y/N loose the love of her life. 

Jennifer was standing now, everyone sharing a worried look. Casey trained his gun on JJ, moving it from Melissa. Small victories. 

“Truth or dare, that’s your game, right?” The beauty shrugged, like it was nothing off her back, “I’ll play.” 

“JJ—” Y/N started, but cut herself short when Casey pointed the gun at her again. “Melissa, the weapon— give it, now!” 

“Casey,” Spencer began and Y/N felt her eyes close, hope slowly draining away again, ‘I know what its like, to be wrongly accused, sent to prison for a crime you didn’t commit.”

Casey laughed, though no humor was held behind it, “Bullshit. You went to jail?”

Spencer nodded and Casey laughed again, “Yeah, I’d like to see that, pretty boy.” He then moved over to JJ and Y/N’s mind was running a mile a minute trying to fix this. Trying to find a way to get them to safety. Trying, trying and failing. 

“Alright, agent. . .”

“Jareau,” she supplied and Y/N could hear the underlying fear. 

“Agent Jareau,” he repeated, testing it on his tongue, “truth or dare?”

“Truth.” she was calm, but Y/N could tell that her good friend was just trying to put on a brave face.

“If I think you’re lying or stretching the truth in the slightest, I’ll kill him.” His gun was pointed at Spencer again and Y/N felt herself gasp loudly. JJ nodded solemnly and the wild man continued, “you ever shoot anybody before?”

“Yes, I have.”

He was sick; he laughed, “You enjoy it?”

“No.” Y/N felt like she was going to throw up. She couldn’t, this was too much. She couldn’t believe this was how her day turned out. She watched with a heavy heart and tearful eyes as Casey’s face morphed into anger. She knew JJ had messed up. He turned, annoyance heavy on his shoulders. Before any of the highly trained agents could make a move, Casey pointed the gun in Spencer’s direction and fired, screaming out. “Liar!”

Both Y/N and JJ gasped, but Y/N was the only one to yell out. “No!”

Panicked, JJ’s wide eyes moved from Spencer’s uninjured form to the man with the gun, “No, no, no. I’m not lying. Okay? I’m not lying. The people I shot, I had no choice, but I did not enjoy it. I didn’t. Okay, you asked and I-I told the truth. Okay, I told you the truth, so, uh— now, it's my turn. Right? That’s how this game is played, we take turns. Truth or dare?”

Casey slowly lowered his gun and Y/N watched helpless. “Truth.”

“What’s it gonna take for all of us to walk out of here alive? For this to end peacefully?”

Casey scoffed and trained his gun on JJ again, angry, “I ain’t going back to prison. My turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“I want you to say something you’re afraid to say, that you’d never tell anybody. And you better make it good, ‘cause if it's not, it's gonna be the last thing you ever say.” Y/N was out of hope. She could feel her walls breaking down, she could feel the few tears that had escaped her closed eyes. The gunman continued, shaking his weapon, “What’s it gonna be?”

JJ shook her head, voice watery. “There are only four people I trust in this world.”

“Boring.” He had snapped. This was it, his breaking point; he moved the gun back to Melissa and pulled the trigger, the bullet entering her leg. She yelled out and collapsed to the ground. Casey brought the gun back to Jennifer, “Next!”

“Um. . . My. . .” she was struggling, “My baby I lost, I, um—” Y/N’s eyes opened, trained on her friend, watery and blurry. “I wanted to name her Maggie.”

“Wrong!” He wanted more. He wanted her deepest secret, “Come on, you can do better than that!”

“Casey.” Spencer’s voice rung out, warning. 

“Shut up!” The dangerous man rushed her then. His hand attached itself to JJ’s arm and shoved her down to her knees with force, gun eye level to the blonde, “Last chance. Something you would never say aloud, not even to your partners here. Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me or I kill him.”

“JJ,” Y/N’s broken voice was no louder than a whisper as she begged her friend to save her boyfriend, “please.”

The blonde shared a look with both of her friends as Casey yelled again, “Come on!” 

JJ’s eyes and voice were watery as she spoke. “Spence, I, uh, I’ve always loved you.”

It was like a punch to the gut. She felt like she was a balloon and all the air had escaped. She didn’t believe what she was hearing spill from her best friend’s lips. In a broken whisper, Y/N asked, “What? JJ—”

Spencer had turned to the blonde, his face that once held anger and confusion now held a look that Y/N couldn’t quite place. The blonde continued on, crying, ignoring Y/N’s cries, “And I was just too scared to say it before. And now things are just really too complicated to say it now, because I have Will and the boys and you have Y/N— I’m sorry, but you should know.”

Y/N’s blurry eyesight shot to her boyfriend, trying to see his reaction. And what she saw broke her heart in half. He smiled. He fucking smiled. He had a fucking smile on his lips and he was looking at JJ how he usually looked at Y/N. And maybe that was what hurt the most. Seeing the far away, lovestruck look in his eyes. 

Casey broke the heavy silence, his laugh was loud and bitter, gun lowered, “Hot damn. That’s what I’m talking about. Now those are some last words right there, but not good enough to save your life.” 

Casey leveled his gun on JJ’s forehead again, ready to pull the trigger. Y/N cried out, eyes slamming shut, she couldn’t watch this. Sure, her best friend had just admitted to having feelings for her very own boyfriend, but she was still her best friend. 

A gunshot filled the room. Y/N yelped, crying harder, opening her eyes after hearing a thud. Only, JJ was fine and Spencer was holding a gun, panting, keeping eye contact with the aforementioned blonde. Spencer had moved to cut his girl free first, helping her stand. Then he moved to the blonde who had just confessed her undying love for him. 

The brokenhearted girl watched as her boyfriend carefully cut JJ free, an unspoken conversation seemed to be flowing through them. Spencer had a look of peace on his face as Jennifer turned to look at him. It was like they had forgotten that Y/N was in the room, heart breaking. 

Spencer opened his mouth, to say something. To fix it, Y/N hoped. But before he could get the words out, the back door burst open, their team rushing in, and the spell was broken. 

The two moved away from each other. Y/N watched as how her boyfriend seemed to remember she was standing right there. She watched as he turned to face her, reach for her. She watched as he moved to comfort her. 

But before he had the chance, she ripped away from his gaze and left him standing in the small shop. Left him standing in the place where their relationship died. 

—

Six weeks had passed. Six weeks of sitting across from one another. Six weeks of stolen glances and regretful eyes. Six weeks of Y/N wishing, longing for Spencer. Hoping that he would come back to her and just say he was sorry. 

Sorry for pushing her away. Sorry for giving the heartbroken girl the impression that JJ was his girl. Sorry for making her feel like she was a second choice; for acting like nothing ever happened; for everything. 

She he’d been held up in her apartment, surrounded by all the things that reminded her of the pretty boy (apart from work, she barely left. and to say the team was very worried about the young girl was and understatement). Ironic, right? All she wanted was to forget about the curly haired boy and yet, he was all that plagued her mind. 

Y/N was surrounded by boxes, some taped shut and marked with what was inside; others only half filled, things hazardously sticking out the top. The memory that all the packages brought was a stab to her heart and a kick in her stomach. How dare they still be there; unmoved and happy. 

The once happy couple, who were together for almost four years, was all set to move in together. Y/N could almost imagine Spencer in the new, bigger and better, apartment all by himself. She could see him waking up before the sun and pouring himself a cup of too sweet coffee and re-reading books he had already read. She could see it all.

 She hoped it was lonely, that it held the same sadness that she was feeling. She hoped that he was just as miserable. 

She knew he wasn’t though. He couldn’t be. No, he couldn’t be. . . right? He had JJ now. He was happy now; he finally had what he always wanted— the pretty blonde girl that he had been in love with since day one. Day one of the BAU, day one of friendship, day one of birth— the girl that he was always meant to be with. Y/N wasn’t stupid, she knew how much she paled in comparison to the very beautiful girl. 

She could only imagine all the times that Spencer had wished that it was Jennifer Jaraeu instead of his loser of a girlfriend. She imagined all the fantasies that had to be playing in his mind every time they kissed, every time they laughed, every time they touched, every time they made love. 

Maybe that was what hurt the most; knowing that he had always wanted it to be her. The blonde. The beauty. The brains. The everything Y/N was not. 

A very loud ringing broke Y/N away from her intrusive thoughts. Again. She had thrown her phone across the room (not literally, of course. She had just dumped it on the counter along with everything else that she didn’t want to look at). She knew who it was; JJ. It had to be— everyday for the past month she had been calling, trying to apologize, explain, salvage what was left of their friendship. Jennifer had left voicemail after voicemail and text after text, trying to get the heartbroken girl’s attention. 

It wasn’t like Y/N was completely ignoring her old friend—no, she wasn’t that much of an asshole—, she would read all the texts received and listen to the messages (which actually, when she thought about it, that was probably even worse. maybe she was the asshole she tried so hard not to be). 

She even talked to her during cases (of which there had been two since the incident), but the second JJ had brought up anything to do with Spencer or what had happened, Y/N retreated into the shell she had created for herself. Though it wasn’t a perfect situation, it worked. It worked for her and that’s all that mattered. 

What she didn’t expect though, was a knock at her front door. She had considered ignoring it and letting whoever was at her door think she was out or asleep. Or literally anything else that would excuse her not moving from her pathetic slumped position. 

The knocking sounded again before his muffled voice flowed through the door, stopping her heart. “Y/N, I know you’re in there.”

She sighed (he did too). Her heart was in her throat (so was his); she hadn’t seen him outside work for longer than she cared to admit. She stood and felt her body drag her to the wood that separated her and her pretty boy. 

And before she knew what was happening, Y/N was swinging the door open, Spencer was standing before her— distraught. 

“Why do you look like that?” She asked, deadpanning. There’s that asshole bit rearing its ugly head again. It wasn’t fair that he looked so strung out, he did this. This was his fault. Her hand was resting on the door, barricading him out and her in. 

“What?” Genuine confusion crossed his face and Y/N almost felt bad. Almost. “Y/N, we haven’t talked in weeks.”

“We talk at work.” Short and unforgiving. He sighed at her words, running a very gorgeous hand through his curls, breaking apart a few. A part of Y/N, a very, very small part, wished it was her fingers pulling apart his crazy mane. She missed how soft his hair was, the way he smelled. She missed how with just one touch she could feel all of the stress leave his body. She missed how he looked at her. She missed it all and she hated herself because of it. 

“Don’t be so obtuse.” The regretful boy started and Y/N could feel her heart breaking all over again, “I mean, for real. . . Y/N, I miss you— I miss us.”

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?” A knife to his heart, she could tell. Good. He deserved this; he deserved to hurt just as much as he had hurt her. 

“That’s not fair, she—”

“No,” the heartbroken girl began, a sadness in her voice. “you don’t get to decide what’s fair and what’s not— especially when it comes to my feelings, Spencer Reid.”

He was still standing in the hallway, eyes begging to be let in. The pleading didn’t go unnoticed; maybe that’s why she found herself opening the door and dropping her arm, watching as he moved inside. 

He was still her boy. Her beautiful boy. No matter what he or JJ had done, Spencer Reid was still undeniably hers. No matter what she was still under the spell of his gorgeous browns.

The sad boy followed her into the living room, taking in the scene. He felt his breath hitch as his eyes swept over all the boxes and the mess that covered the once happy apartment. He could just about throttle himself; he couldn’t believe he had let this happen. That he had let it get this bad— he was such a fucking idiot. 

Y/N watched as his curious eyes took in everything before him, committing it to his never forgetting memory. She knew that, regardless of anything, he would always come back to this moment. She knew that he would always blame himself. Spencer Reid had such a big heart and that was probably his one and only fault. Regardless of any hurt he may have caused her, she knew deep down that he hadn’t meant to. He would never intentionally hurt anyone, and maybe that’s why she asked her next question:

“Why are you here, Spencer?” She had pulled his eyes back to her. 

Swimming in regret, he said, “I want to fix this.” Y/N had begun to shake her head and opened her mouth but he cut her off, continuing, “Please. . . Y/N, tell me how I can fix this.”

“I-I. . . Spencer, I don’t know if you can.” Heart breaking more than she thought possible. 

Then, he did something she would’ve given her life to never see. 

Spencer got down onto his knees, now eye level with the girl on the old couch. He placed a hesitant hand on her knee and squeezed. When Y/N met his gaze, she felt her heart break its final piece. His eyes were glossed over with unshed tears and when he spoke his voice was wet with the cries he was trying so hard to push down. And Y/N hated it. 

“Y/N. . . please,” he was begging. Begging to be heard, to be forgiven, for her. Just begging. 

Against her own wishes, Y/N’s hand reached out and pushed back the hair like she had been wanting to since he showed up at her doorstep. “Spencer, I— There’s things we’d have to talk about— questions I have. I-I can’t just jump back in, we have to talk about—”

“Then ask me.” The crying boy rushed out, sniffing. “Ask me anything.”

Y/N sighed. Did she really want to do this right now? Could she handle this? 

“Do you love her?” It spilled from her lips before she knew what she was asking. She didn’t regret it.

His answer spilled from his too, “Yes.” Maybe she did. 

Tears spilled from her eyes and she struggled to hold down a sob. It came out as a watery laugh and she stood up, forcing his hands off her body. She closed her arms around herself, another barricade from the boy who refuses to stop breaking her heart into a million little pieces. He stood up too, reaching a hand to connect them together again but decided against it, too afraid of being rejected. 

Her mind was running a mile a minute. She was kicking herself for trusting a man who was so clearly into another woman— a married woman. She was so angry that he led her on for so long. She wanted to throttle him; she could’ve too, if she really wanted to. As much as she wanted to, she knew her body would never do it. As angry as she was, her body was still irrevocably in love with Spencer Reid. 

“Then why are you here?” It was dangerous. She half wished he wouldn’t answer, she didn’t know if she could handle the answer. 

His reply was slow to start, she wondered if he had even heard her, “. . . Because, I love you, too. I love you differently.”

“What?” She was tired. So, so fucking tired. 

She felt his hand place itself on her shoulder, she didn’t react. She didn’t move, didn’t lean into it. She just froze and waited for his response. Spencer surprised her for a third time. His hand moved down to her elbow, turning her around gently before starting his monologue. Her eyes stayed glued to the ground as he spoke. 

“Y/N, I’ve known JJ for over 14 years. When I first met her, sure I wanted her to notice me,” he paused to laugh before continuing, “I even tried to take her on a date one time. . . she ended up inviting Penelope. . . I was mortified. . . that’s not my point. Hell, I don’t really know what I’m saying. I tried for so long. I tried to get her to notice me, but then she met Will and then she had Henry and everything got so complicated. And I realized, Y/N, that I had to let her go, and then I met you and everything changed.”

Y/N’s eyes finally met his brown ones. She echoed him, “Everything changed?”

Sappy and clumsily, he laughed, “Yeah. Y/N, everything— everything changed. Suddenly, instead of wondering what Jennifer thought I was thinking about you— thinking how to talk to you, what you liked, if you liked me. God, I was so into you back then. . . I still am. I won’t lie to you, Y/N, I never have and I won’t start now. Yes, I love JJ. I think I always will, it’s just different. I love her, but I’m in love with you. And I always will be, I-I mean, you’re my girl.” 

During his confession, Y/N had moved closer. She had hesitantly placed her hands on his chest, where they belonged— she realized. “Spencer. . .”

His eyes were soft as they gazed down at her. They held love— the love that she had seen focused on JJ all those weeks ago. He brought a hand up to her face, thumb tracing her cheekbone. It felt like it was forever, them just looking— gazing, falling back in love. Then, she watched as her boy started, very, very slowly, to lean down. She felt his lips just barely brush against hers, his breath fanning her face as he spoke. “Y/N, please.”

And that was all that it took. The desperation in his voice was what made her finally, finally, connect their lips. It was just as wonderful as she remembered. His lips fumbled lazily against hers; she could feel the love though the sloppy kiss. He had brought his other hand up, fisting her hair into a messy bunch. Her hands pulled him closer, her lips spreading as she felt Spencer’s tongue dart across her lips, asking to be let in. His name fell from her lips in a hungry manner, she wanted him. She needed him. The only sound in the small apartment was their moans and the noise of them reconnecting. In between kisses, Spencer managed to sneak in the few words Y/N was sure she’d never tire of hearing.

“I. . kiss. . love you. . . kiss kiss. . so much. kiss. . .Y/N.” She had smiled against his lips, feeling like everything would be okay. While she knew they had more than enough healing to do (both together and apart), she also knew that she wasn’t going to lose him anytime soon. And that was all that mattered, because the rest would figure itself out. 

[younghosfavewhore]

mine forever . 1:27am

part 1 [a]   /  part 2 [s]

wc; 1.5k

plot; nctjohnny!boyfriend x femreader!girlfriend

the members of nct have been stirred up in dating rumors and scandals for the past month. when pictures of johnny meeting with a childhood friend begin to float around, you must remind johhny that he’s yours. forever.

prompts; [a]6 “She was nothing to you, was she? Then prove it.”  [a]20 “People talk- people will always talk...” 

warnings; (mentions of TAEYONG’s injury) fluff?!, jealous reader, angsty!!!

My eyes skim over the articles. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. The headlines seemed to drag on forever, “Johnny Suh; NCT’s 5th member involved in Dating Scandal”. Another read, “NCT Johnny Caught with Foreigner; Photos Below” 

photos?

I couldn’t resist clicking the link that my cursor hovered over. The full article was now displayed onto my screen. The pictures loaded for a second, then they were displayed before me. And there it was, Johnny Suh -my Johnny Suh- at a cafe with a blonde-haired foreigner. I continued scrolling, which was probably a mistake, but I was in shock. Certainly they were doctored by some vengeful sasaeng. Another link pops onto my screen, “NCT Johnny Suh has Foreign Girlfriend? VIDEO FOOTAGE”

you’re fucking kidding me. 

A notification sound blares from my phone, the sixth one in the past half hour. I haven’t even picked up my phone, I know what the notifications are. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Johnny texting me a sad excuse for the video that’s now playing on a loop on my screen. I recognized her. Her blonde hair and small frame. It was his high school sweetheart; Madison. In the video -which was only about 8 seconds long- you could see him embrace her. They stood at the cafe table, drinks in hand, about to depart. Johnny’s long arms then spread out, welcoming her into a hug. He initiated it. Even in front of all these people, all these cameras. He hugged her. He knew exactly what he was doing. Another notification sound blared through my phone speaker. Why did this make me feel so threatened? So weak? I pick up my phone <6 unread texts from johnny❤> I open the messages, taking a deep breath as I do so.

johnny❤: baby?

    y/n? text me when you get this.

    ik you see my texts

    i know you’re upset please just text me

    i can explain, i promise…

    im omw to the hotel, we’ll talk when i get there, ok?

My eyes widen at the last text. Why was he on his way here? What made him think that I wanted to see him?

me: dont bother, i dont think i want to see you rn

I send the text with tears welling in my eyes. I was just beginning to fully wrap my head around the events that unfolded before me.

*ding* <1 new text from johnny❤>

johnny❤: please, y/n

  you know me better than anyone, don’t believe these rumors, y/n

Me: i saw the pictures johnny… and the video. what excuse could you have?

My head began to spin, no way did he think I was going to fall for his pity story.

johnny❤: this is why we’ll talk in person

  i have a lot of explaining to do, i know. just listen to me please

  i’m only 2 minutes away, ill explain everything i promise

Take a deep breath. I think to myself, convincing myself that maybe he would have a good excuse. After all, it's Johnny. Would he ever do anything to hurt me? I struggled to gain composure as I heard a familiar knock on the door. The lock clicked and the door crept open. I stood in the living room of the homey suite. 

“y/n..” Johnny’s voice breaks the silence. He peeks from behind the door.

My eyes meet his and I feel faint. What’s going to happen? I ask myself, not knowing the right answer as hundreds of thoughts fill my head.

He continues inside, closing the door softly behind him. He takes slow strides in my direction, and that’s when the tears well in my eyes. Why? I’m not sure, I’ve always been one to get overwhelmed easily, but this was new. His hand reaches out to take mine and I flinch away. The images of him taking another girl into his arms flashing in my head. 

“Why her? How--” My voice breaks and the tears finally fall from my eyes.

“It’s not at all what you think it is, baby.” His voice was soft and genuine. Almost desperate. 

“Then what is it? Huh?” My voice changed from calm to angry. I took a deep breath in an attempt to try to calm myself back down and I back farther away from him. “I... I was patient. I knew this would happen. I was understanding of the rumors, the lies. But this? These pictures? These videos?” I began to lose my cool. “How could you possibly explain this?” Anger was tainting my words, what was I saying? “If you want to be with her then just say that.” I spit the words out.

Johnny looks taken aback, rightfully so. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it, Johnny?!” I shouted, menacingly. “It isn’t adding up.” I plead as my voice cracks. “Please, just fucking explain yourself.”

He walks towards me again, I don’t have the energy to fight him anymore. He takes my hand and places a light kiss on it.

“I know you’re confused. I know you’re angry.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of mine. “People talk. In this industry, people talk so fucking much.” His tone was so gentle; he was hurt but still so gentle with me. “People will always talk, okay, y/n?”

I nod, tears streaming down my face at this point. 

“I’m in the wrong here. You saw the videos, I know, but there’s more to it than that.” He sits me down next to him on the couch.

“I just don’t understand.” My voice trembles. “With the other members, Doyoung, Mark, it was just gossip, easily dismissed. But…” My voice trails off.

“I know.” He sighs and pulls me close to him. “Those pictures were taken completely out of context.” where is he going with this? “Yes, it was Madison. And I’m sorry for meeting up with her without telling you, especially with everything that’s been going on…” He traced his fingers in small circles along my back, something he often did when he needed to calm me down. He sighs and pulls me closer to him, we sit in silence for a bit before he continues. “As you know, Taeyong… His injury?”

I nod my head against his chest. “I know…” I whisper in response. what does that have to do with anything?

“Well… Madison, when I met with her at the cafe,” He paused, awaiting a reaction but I didn’t give one. I wanted to hear him out. He continues, “She moved here a few months ago. It has nothing to do with me, or NCT as a whole.” He disclaims. “She’s studying abroad here for a journalist internship. She’s-”

“Get to the point,” I whisper, barely being able to hear him ramble on about her.

He places a kiss on the top of my head. “Everyone knew about Yong’s injury; the managers, the staff, even the stage crew noticed it.” I wince a bit at the thought of Taeyong having to deal with this kind of injury. “You were busy with studies and I didn’t want you worrying about me or the boys. I vented to Madison about it. She explained that she had ties to news sources that could have exposed SM for overworking him. So…” He sighs, “She threatened SM. Unless they gave us all a break or hiatus, she threatened to report it to national broadcasting stations.”

“Wait-” I interrupt him, the puzzle pieces finally fitting together in my head. 

“Let me finish.” He cuts me off in return. “I wanted to treat her to coffee while she was still in town, as a thank you. Nothing more. Because of her, me and the boys were able to finally get a break and Taeyong is finally getting rest.” He explains.

im such a fucking idiot, i think to myself.

I was speechless, how could I have been this stupid. I finally built up the courage to look up at him; his eyes scanning my face for a reaction. 

“I’m sorry.” It’s all I can mutter out in my state of embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. I promised to be transparent about this stuff and instead I hid it from you. I’m in the wrong too. I’m sorry.” He replies, softly. His hands trailed up and down my back.

I look into his eyes again, begging for forgiveness without saying a single word. He got the hint and leaned in to press a soft peck to my lips. 

“I love you,” I said, my lips brushing against his as our foreheads rested on each other.

He smiles before kissing me back. “I love you, too.”

“So, she means nothing?” The sudden, whispered, inquiry was cold in the quiet air.

There was a pause, a moment that I nearly regretted asking.

“She means nothing.” He said, his voice was gruff and direct.

“Then prove it.” The words rolled off my tongue, and before I had time to think, Johnny’s lips were pressed back up against mine.

[bakubitch-minusultra]

Not Alone: Chapter Two

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck I want :3 ik last post says bakugo is the main love interest but that tis not true anymore there will be a love triangle k bye

-> Word Count: 3.9k (lowkey popped off once again)

-> Warnings: Blood, mentions of gun, mentions of sexual assault

-> Taglist: @5sosfckss @laudthingcat [if anyone wants to be added feel free to lmk <3]

Y/n sat by the fire, zoning out while watching the flames as Hades sat pressed against her. Suddenly his ears perked up. Y/n’s aching feet twinged, begging her to not follow through with her instincts and stand. So she watches Hades as his hackles rise and makes no sound. Y/n believed that it was a survival instinct he picked up from her. He never gives himself away with a growl like a dog. Instead he hides in the shadows, waiting for his prey to make a move. Hades crept to the door of the old cabin and Y/n picked up the rifle and silencer that she had stolen from a military base. She crept low, just as Hades does.

They sat in the dark, waiting for any noise or movement. Y/n never turned the lanterns on; she rarely used fuel for anything. If someone’s here it followed the smell of the smoke from her fire.

Suddenly, in the dark of her cabin lit only by the glow of the fire, there is a sound.

The sound at her door was worse than anything Y/n had ever heard. This category included women being dragged into trucks while their kids scream on the side of the road. Worse than the sound clothing makes when greedy fingers tear it. Worse than listening to the infected eat people who are still alive.

It was a knock.

A simple yet quiet knock. It was timid. It felt as if the person knocking was too afraid to knock, but had no choice in the matter. It was like their failing bravery can only muster a tiny pathetic little tap. In the same breath the knock was pathetic, but it was also more frightening that anything Y/n has ever encountered.

The knock might as well have been one of the infected clawing at the door and making high pitched moans with the way Y/n trembled. Either way, it means she had been discovered.

Hades looked at her, he too seemed confused by the weak little knock at their cabin door. The very same cabin where she found Hades outside whining and scared of everything in the world, just as she was. The cabin where they sat together hiding, praying, hoping, that they would be left alone.

Y/n stood frozen, holding her gun and trembling.

Hades sunk into the shadows of the coat and boot closet as Y/n slid up against the wall and tried to take her breaths slowly. She doesn’t move, just watches Hades's yellow eyes. They were hypnotic in the way they never moved. They calmed her with the way they wait, focused and calm. She nodded at him, which made him crouch lower, ready.

She put the chain lock on, making no noise just like she’d practiced numerous times. Putting her hand on the knob she stepped back slowly and positioned her gun. Her hand was shaking as one finger was put on the trigger and the other hand turned the door knob to open it quietly. She had positioned one foot behind the door, in case whoever it was decided to kick the door open.

In the tiny crack of the door there were two eyes, black eyes. They belonged to a girl, younger than Y/n. Y/n thought she was maybe fifteen but no older. She had dirty pink hair and a gaunt face. Her tears clumped her black lashes together, which made the pleading look in her eyes tremendously convincing.

“I-I’m sorry please don’t hurt me.” Her lips trembled. She was shaking in fear as she sniffled.

Y/n quickly closed the door and clicked the light. She felt her stomach sink, she knew she was in a fight for her life. She was bait, Y/n thought. If she’s ever seen bait, that girl’s it.

Hades cocked his head as he sauntered to the door and sniffs. Y/n thought about just opening the door and freeing him on her, but his tail wags. That made her doubt his ability to eat the adorable girl.

“Please miss. I need your help. Please.” She shouted, no longer stuttering. Her voice was desperate as she banged on Y/n’s door. “Please, he's dying! My friend is dying, please!”

Y/n had watched children be left on the road screaming. She watched teenage girls get dragged into the woods and be forced to listen. Y/n had survived because she watched and listened. She ignored everyone at every cost. Several times she had lain under a truck with her eyes closed and waited for it to end. Waiting for the screaming to stop.

Y/n was sure that the girl was bait.

Y/n closed her eyes and waited, but the banging kept getting louder. If they weren’t already here they would hear the banging. Dejectedly, Y/n opened the door again, putting the tip of her gun through the door. She was ready to shoot and again she felt the path of the coward before her.

“If, if you kill me, please just go find him afterward. He’s hurt. They’ll find him. He’s a hole south of here. Please help him.” Her words weren’t a plea. She was resigned to die for him. She wasn’t a coward. She wasn’t like Y/n.

Y/n slumped and pulled her gun back, closing her eyes for a second to let herself acknowledge that this was a bad idea. She had no doubt in her mind that she would regret this. Y/n opened the door and watched as Hades walked cautiously to the girl, sniffling and circling her.

“Please if you must kill me just go to him. He’s back a ways down the big hill. He’s fallen in a hole and broken his leg I think. He isn’t conscious.” Y/n watched her eyes, they never darted. The girl was speaking the truth. Y/n didn’t say a word as she grabbed the bundle of rope she kept on the storage shelf and closed the door behind her. “Thank you so much. Thank you. My name is Mina.” She held her hands together like Y/n had saved her life. Her tears still pour down her face. She was small and weak, but appeared stronger than Y/n. Braver.

Y/n looked at her and chose to ignore her. After she had gotten Mina’s friend out of the hole she would send the two on their way. Hades rubbed himself against the girl.

“He’s not going to bite me?”

“He might. Let’s go. Stay in front of me where I can see you.”

Mina nodded and tucked a stray strand of her short pink hair behind her ear. She was thin, everyone was thin, but she was thinner than anyone Y/n has seen in a while. Y/n frowned herself at that thought. Who had she seen in months? No one.

Mina’s gaunt face told Y/n that her and her brother had been alone since the beginning. Like Y/n and Leo. No one takes care of her. She fights for everything she has. That is what made her Y/n’s enemy.

Y/n knew the exact hole her friend was in, if he was really in there.

Y/n kept her ears sharp and was thankful that Mina never spoke. It was easy to tell Mina was a survivor, she had common sense. She walked silently as Y/n did, her breathing was even. As the two girls approached the hole Y/n waited at the far side, assuming that she was being led to be pushed in. She had a bad feeling that they would take her cabin and leave her here to die.

Mina got onto her knees and crawled to the edge, “Kiri?”

“Mina?” A guy’s breathless voice rised from the hole.

Mina started to cry again, “Kiri we got rope, I found her. She’s back now. Everything will be okay now.”

Y/n felt the hair on her neck rise at the words ‘she’s back’, “How long have you been following me?”

Mina put a hand out, “Let me have the rope.” Y/n took a step back as Hades took one forward. Hades could sense Y/n’s agitation. “Just let me have the rope please, he’s hurt.” She pleads.

Y/n shook her head and pointed the rifle at the girl’s face, “How long have you been following me.”

When Mina realized Y/n wouldn’t let the question go she slumped slightly, “Two months. We stayed in the woods outside the cabin. We needed the well water. I’m sorry.”

Y/n wanted to feel nothing, but she knew that she was lucky. Her father had told her about the cabin in the woods his family owned. She knew she had somewhere to go when it all ended. They, on the otherhand, were no doubt, left with nothing. But that thought didn’t take away the sick feeling in Y/n’s stomach, knowing that she had been spied on for two months. Y/n glanced at Hades and raised an eyebrow. He knelt his head down slightly, he was ashamed but didn’t know why.

“I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you. We saw how many guns you had and we knew you had the wolf. We wanted to leave you alone but we had nowhere to go.”

A voice spoke up from the hole, “Look, don’t hurt Mina please, just pass me the rope and I’ll pull myself out. We won’t bother you again. I know you’re scared but we really are just regular people like you.”

Y/n heard her father’s voice again, ‘it’s us and them Y/n’ and remembered that there were no regular people in this world. Not anymore.

Y/n leaned her gun against a tree and Hades stood beside it at the ready, just like Y/n had trained him to. She turned the rope around the tree next to her and tossed the remainder of the rope down the hole. Y/n thought about setting booby traps when they were gone, she would not be caught by surprise again.

“Tie it under your arms,” Y/n says toward the entrance of the hole. She could see the rope moving as he tied himself up. “We’ll pull you up, just try to help a little, okay.”

“Okay.”

Y/n looked at Mina, waiting for her to come help, but Mina just looked back at her expectantly.

Y/n frowned, “I’m not pulling him up alone.”

Mina laughed slightly and it felt weird to Y/n. She couldn’t remember the last time she heard someone laugh. She gets up and walks toward Y/n. Neither of them trusted each other. She eyeballed Y/n as much as Y/n did to her. They both take the rope into their hands and wrap it around their palm.

“Ready?”

Mina nods, just as he calls up from the hole. “Ready.”

“One, two, three.”

They dug their feet into the dirt and pulled hard. Y/n could see Mina’s neck straining against the pull. It’s the hardest thing Y/n has ever done and she grows frightened of just how big he was. He weighed a ton.

Y/n watched as a huge hand reached up out of the hole and clawed at the dirt. Mina dropped the rope and ran to it. Another huge hand popped up and dug into the dirt. Mina reached down and pulled on his arms and Y/n tried to not gasp as a massive man crawled out og the hole. It was easy to tell that he was thinner than he should be. His frame towered over Mina.

He smiled at Y/n, “Thank. I never thought I would get out of there. I honestly didn’t think you would help us”

Y/n’s heart does something it’s never done before. His dark red shaggy hair hung around his forehead at eye level. His red eyes sparkled, even in the faint moonlight. His smile was devastating, with chiseled features and a strong jawline. For the faintest of seconds Y/n imagined the feel of his lips against her’s.

“Uhm...hello?”

Y/n shook her head, and saw the smile across his lips, “What?”

He laughs. They laugh a lot.

“My name is Kirishima, but you can call me Kiri. And this is my friend Mina,” He stood on one leg and rested his arm over Mina’s shoulder, supporting his hurt leg in the air.

“You’ll need that set.” Y/n said, pointing to his hanging leg.

He smiled again and Y/n felt like something inside of her was being lit. “You can do that?”

Y/n nodded her answer and tried to calm down the disturbing feelings she was now riddled with. She pointed to the cabin, “Let’s go.” and picked up her rifle.

“What’s your name?” He asked. Y/n liked his voice.

She walked over to him and tried not to stare, “I’ll help you, I think I’m stronger than her.” Y/n didn’t trust herself around him, but the fastr she helped them the faster they could leave.

His warmth crashed onto Y/n as he clutched her shoulder. Y/n never really wondered if she was short, but he made her feel tiny. She could smell him all around her. His smell made her insides hurt. Y/n looked at Hades, who walked up to Mina and nuzzled her, encouraging her to start walking.

“Traitor.” Y/n whispered.

Kirishima laughed again, “She’s really good with animals. It’s the only fucking reason we are still alive.” Y/n didn’t understand what he meant by that. Was she going to eat her wolf? To Y/n she didn’t look like the kind of kid who hugged and pet her food before eating it. She wasn’t even sure there were kids who do that.

They walked the short bit back to Y/n’s cabin in silence. He tried talking but Y/n just listened, not to him but everything around them. This wasn’t how she wanted to do and had no clue about how much noise they’ve made thus far. He didn’t seem to have a clue how to be quiet. Mina was the opposite. She listened like Y/n does. Y/n started to feel considerably better when she was able to smell the fire from her cabin and could see the front door.

“How’d you find this place? He asked as Y/n opened the door.

She put her finger to her lips and crept in with her rifle raised. She never locked the door. Another rule she’s broken. After clearing the two rooms and the bathroom she turned on the small lantern, creating a tiny orange glow.

Kirishima hopped to the couch and sat down and grimaced in pain. Y/n felt as if her house was exposed. No one has been here before.

“Kiri you’re going to be okay, right?” Mina knelt in front of him and then looked back at Y/n. Y/n locked the door and closed the curtains completely. She felt vulnerable and Kiri’s eyes watching her made her feel worse.

She needed them gone.

“He’ll be fine, just let me take a look.” Y/n brought the lantern and sat on the floor beside her, “Go sit by the fire and warm up. There’s a stew on top. Get a bowl and eat.” Mina didn’t have to wait to be asked twice.

Y/n looked up at him. He laid his head back on the couch and looked like he would fall asleep any second. She smirked, knowing that he would be wide awake the moment she touched the break.

“You can’t scream okay?”

He lifted his head and smiled bitterly, “I screamed like a little girl when i fell in that damn hole.”

Y/n took a deep breath and put her fingers to his button on his jeans to undo them. Her fingers trembled. She hadn’t touched anyone in ten years. It’s only been her and Hades. He’s all she’s touched.

He grinned, “Don’t I get anything to eat before you try to take my pants off?”

Y/n glared at him, “No. You’ll throw up and we don’t waste food here.” She didn’t appreciate the awkward joke.

He laughed weakly and gripped the couch with his massive hands. Y/n unzipped the pants and started to gently pull them down.

“I would probably be enjoying this if it weren’t for the unbearable pain. I need to get injured more often.” His stomach flexed which revealed muscles like Y/n has never seen before. His hip bones stuck out a little too much, but otherwise his body was strong and amazing. He looked like the men on the cover of romance magazines.

Y/n started to slide the jeans down his legs just below his grey underwear. She tried to notice his grey underwear or what was beneath them. When she tried to pull the pants down his legs they got caught on his thigh. Y/n grimaced as she heard him cry out.

Y/n had seen disgusting things in her life and as she felt around his thigh for the break she prepared herself for the worse. Fortunately, there wasn’t a break, but instead a large piece of wood had pierced his thigh. Y/n didn’t think that it had hit the artery in his leg. His blood loss was nowhere what it could be if it had been pierced. Y/n wondered about removing the stick and what damage that would cause. Because Y/n did not actually know where the artery was, she just knew that it existed.

“Your leg isn’t broken.”

He looked down at Y/n, “What? I felt the bone sticking out.”

“It’s a stick not bone. A stick must have stabbied into you. I need some things. I’m going to have to cut the pants from your body though.”

Mina speaks through mouthfuls, “I can sew them.”

“Don’t watch this Kiri. Just lie back and give me a minute to grab everything I need.”

He nodded and laid his head back. Y/n walked to her bathroom and sat on the earth-friendly toilet. Y/n sat and cried in the dark. She looked at her filthy hands. Even in the dark she could see the dirt. She could cause an infection and he would die from that. She could pull the stick out and rupture his artery and he could die from that. She wished that she had read more of the books that she has.

Y/n didn’t know what her options were, but the thought of Kirishima dying hurt her more than any possible loss she could face, beyond Hades. She thinked about her family and the years of life experience that had brought her to this moment.

She lit the candle in the bathroom and stood up to look at her reflection in the mirror. She was a ghostly girl in the muted light of the candle. Her mother’s bracelet and necklace glisten in the dark light. She lightly touched the metal and wished she was here. Not just her, any adult. She didn’t want to do what she was about to do. She grabbed her medical kit and took a deep breath, walking into the kitchen and pouring a pot of water.

“Boil this now.”

Mina hoppedup and grabbed it, stoked the fire and placed the pot on it. Y/n was glad that she didn’t have to tell her how to do it. Mina was capable. Y/n liked her for a moment, before closing her heart and turning away from her. They still have to leave when this was all over.

Y/n grabbed the whiskey from the cupboard and cracked the bottle, she’s never opened it. She poured some on her hands and hisses at the small sting. She scrubbed her hands and put more on, then dried her hands with a clean.

She drank a swig of the whiskey and carried it to her couch. Her throat was burning. She grabbed a thick blanket and put it under his leg and felt a small sense of pity when he groaned slightly. He was falling asleep. Y/n took the scissors and forced her hands to become steady and started to cut the fabric. She tried to cut along the seam to make it easier for Mina to sew it back. After pulling the pants off she threw them to Mina.

“The sewing kit is in the bathroom.” Y/n said before turning back to look at the stick in his upper thigh. Y/n realizes that this could be a real problem, the stick had broken off and gone in deep. She grimaced as she touched the opening of the cut. Y/n walked to her tool bag and grabbed a wrench and poured whiskey over it and her hands. She took another swig and there was fire in her stomach now.

Mina returned with the sewing kit and looked at his leg.

“At least the stick went into the side.”

Y/n nodded and passed her the whiskey,” He’s going to scream when I do this. You need to put a pillow over his face and hold him down. I’ll need that boiled water the minute it’s ready.”

She took a swig of the whiskey and nodded, “Okay.”

Y/n dropped to her knees and placed the old wrench around the nub of the stick. She tightened it so the bark made a very slight crunching noise. Y/n looked at the blanket she had ready and took a deep breath. Mina goes around to the back of the couch holding a pillow and wrapped her arms around her brother.

Y/n tried not to think about what she was about to do.

“One, two, three.” She pulled the stick hard and fast, ripping it from his leg. He jerked as hard as he could and kicked her in the face with his other foot. In mere seconds Y/n is on her back on the floor. He screams but his friend and the pillow muffle it. Y/n saw stars for a moment but found her way back over to him. She picked up the whiskey and poured it over the wound. He started to scream again, ripping the pillow off his face and shoving his friend off of him.

“FUCK! FUCK! WARN ME NEXT TIME!” He looked towards Y/n as if he could rip her head off and for a second he scared her. But Y/n just nods.

“I’m going to do it again.”

A tear slips from his left eye but he nods, his jaw trembling slightly from the pain. Y/n looked towards the wound as the blood rushed out. The flow was lazy, meaning it wasn’t an artery. Y/n sighed in relief, knowing that at least that wouldn’t kill him.

Y/n poured more alcohol and mopped up the blood and liquor and then pushed the towel against the wound and waited for his body’s natural clotting to at least make an attempt. As she looked down at the wound she saw blood drip down onto her hand. She touched her fingers to her face and found out that her nose was bleeding. She grabbed the other towel beside her and pushed it against her face. Hades nudged against her to check if she was okay. Y/n rubbed her elbow against his fur in an attempt to soothe him.

[7soulstars]

On Everlasting Adventures with You

Pairing : Legolas x Time Traveller! / Immortal! Reader , Platonic! Thranduil x Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst , Slight war plot , Kind of OOC Thranduil ,Y/N being an oblivious idiot ,Fluff

Summary : Returning abruptly years later may or may not have been Y/N's best decision

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Legolas tsked as he fought against a Orc ,regretting not leaving with Gimli to the undying lands and staying back in Mirkwood . Especially considering the frequent spider and orc attacks. A series of loud bangs erupted startling the elves , followed by the orcs dropping dead, a hole burning through each of their heads. "Whoooo ! 1800 years and I've still got it ! Still a bit rough on the edges though-" Stretch. The owner of the voice froze, her hands in the air as if in surrender,looking at Legolas who had drawn his arrow aiming at her . She awkwardly chucked "Surprise?....... Wrong timing? ", she says, immediately regretting it.

Time Skip

"Oh come on! Guys let me at least explain ! Thranduil, Legolas, even you Tauriel ? ", the woman coaxed as she was being escorted into the dungeons by the soldiers, her hands tied behind her back. The three elves ignored her as she was pushed into the dungeons hearing Legolas hissing at the soldiers to 'be gentle' making a smile appear on the woman's face. Now leaving her alone inside forgetting about her hands still being tied to her back

Irritated. The prince tossed around on his mattress as his brain refused to shut down for that night, a quick thought coming into his head. He sat up straight fetching his bow and arrow as he proceeded to walk out of his chambers .The corridors of the palace being silent with nothing but the sounds of the crickets chirping. He sneaked down the stairs rushing into the celllar  “Your hands !-”,he stopped his eyes snapping towards the woman as she sat by the litte ledge inside the cellar looking out of the small window as the moon shone on her face. She looked at the prince bringing her untiedhands forward. “They forgot to do it for me so I did it myself .I may have dislocated my shoulder though.” She said as Legolas stood there with his jaw clenched. “Didn’t you feel guilt ?” , he whispered his voice almost left unheard to the woman. She averted her gaze avay from Legolas ,”What are you saying ?” .”YOU DISSAPPEARED Y/N ! YOU LEFT US ! YOU DESTROYED WHAT WAS LEFT BETWEEN US !”,the prince vented angrily making the woman flinch. “Please Legolas, try to understand ! I was only trying to save you, to save Mirkwood” .”Oh stop it ! Protect us from what !? Surprise Y/N ! We can protect ourselves.” Y/N pinched her forehead ,”You may be strong in middle earth but you can’t protect yourself from the future!” “Get to the point.” “I AM A TIME TRAVELLER LEGOLAS ! I CANNOT STAY AT ONE PLACE FOREVER “ . silence. “Are you humoring me ? Time travellers can’t possibly exist.”,Legolas said,slightly annoyed by this point. “I am not , we exist,we are what the future calls as royalty Legolas.Each kingdom has one who will rule them. I had stayed in Mirkwood longer than required it is against the customs of a time traveller . The night before I dissappeared I had gotten a warning from the council of the future ,to leave or give up the throne of my kingdom . If I didn’t choose either they promised to destroy what was precious to me.....Mirkwood. And if I chose to give up the throne and have had joined you in the fellowship you would have died protecting me, and I could never forgive myself for that. Not only for loosing you but for taking a son away from his father.You are way too precious to Thranduil, I saw how devasted he would have been. I chose to leave and promised to return in a year or two . But the council threatened my family that they’d take over our people if I leave for the next few years. I thought it was best to wait...Till the entire council dies and a new,good council is formed. I took long....and now all of you hate me....” , said Y/N giving a dry humourless chuckle.Legolas looked at her ,she had changed , she was no longer the girl laughed at everything,the girl everyone in Mirkwood including Thranduil adored . The girl before him was built to fight,couldn’t feel pain, her bright (e/c) eyes faded to nothingness ,pleading for help .And here the entirity of Mirkwood saw her as a betrayer.He couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. Y/N's eyes softened at the elven Prince's guilt tripped face as she moved towards the bars dividing the two . "It doesn't matter anymore. I just wanted to see all of you. " "BUT IT DOES MATTER! " ,Y/N's eyes widened due to his sudden outburst ."Lego-" "IT MATTERS BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!".Silence. As if the air just got thicker. A thick lump formed in the woman's throat as her heart paliptated ridiculously. " How long?", Y/N croaked, her voice barely a whisper as it fell into the Prince's elvish ears."Since the day you saved that little elf from getting hit by an arrow", whispered back Legolas coming closer to the bars. Somehow it seemed as if Y/N’s eyes were returning with colour.

The two were quite alarmingly close,but it did not bother them. Not now,not ever.Legolas took Y/N’s hands by slipping his behind the bars . A soft sigh escaped for both their mouths before Legolas pressed his lips against her soft ones.It seemed like an eternity before the two seperated breathing heavily . They stared at each other in peaceful silence before Legolas took the initiative to speak up, “I’ll tell Ada, I’ll ask him to let you go ,we’ll tell him the truth..” Y/N looked at him blankly a small hint of confusion on her face. “But Thranduil knows what I am.” This time it was Legolas’ chance to make the confused face before coming into realization, “WHAT !?” ,he almost yelled making Y/N frantically shush him not to attract any attention from the guards. “I had told him when I had first come here to prove I’m not an intruder. Even when I left,I left him a letter on the reason of my sudden departure. I am pretty sure he is angry that I have been away for a longer time than I told him. He feels lied to.” Legolas looked at her exasperated.He was at a loss of words. “I am still asking Ada to release you”, he said before giving her one last kiss and leaving the dungeon.

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Y/N sat on her knees in front of the throne, her hands tied behind her back as she and everyone in the court watched the elven king twirling the gun he confiscated from the girl while looking straight at her. “How does this.....contraption....work..?” , he said pointing it towards the ceiling as Y/N’s eyes widened “Thran- I don’t think that is a good idea.THRANDUIL N-” bang “- o”.The noise made the ever stoic elves flinch with shock,Thranduil almost falling off his throne as he and his subjects looked at the precise hole on the ceiling above him. The distraction gave time to Y/N to easily get out of her restraints as she stomped up to Thranduil, snatching the gun out of his hand. “Give me that! You really need to start listening instead of being stubborn Thran ! One wrong aim and I swear to God one of us would have dropped dead including your dumbass!?”, she yelled at the still shock ridden elven king. He just stared at her, though through his stoic face she could very much see he missed her. She missed him too. She loved him,he was her best friend and she knew that excuses were usless, for she had broken her promise to him. He had waited, everyone had. She had to make it all right. She sighed, her eyes softened now,the same way they had softened for Legolas yesterday night.If there was any softeness left in the girl anymore it was probably only there for the father and his son. The rest leaving as years passed. She stepped down the throne as looked at Legolas, who was practically begging her to not do anything more stupid or she’ll be put in the dungeons again. But she was Y/N , a time traveller, adventure and stupidity practically ran in her blood. Not only that but she’d even claim that she new Thranduil a bit better than most. Being a time traveller gave her a chance to predict future or correct the past considering that was exactly what her duty was truly supposed to be,correcting timelines that is. She had restored the future elven race by making sure Thranduil was save and sound, she had overlooked him since he was a mere elfling and was probably also one of the reason the king had survived the wrath of the northern dragons with just his face scarred she had stopped looking after him after that. She knew Thranduil but he didn’t know her until she made a sudden appearence during the battle of the five armies .She knew how to make Thranduil forgive her and even more. She mumbled a few incantations and suddenly a small glass globe appeared in front of Thranduil. “Thran, I’m really sorry about what happened but what the globe shows is the true reason I broke my promise,” the woman said with full sincerity.

There was silence in the throne room before Thranduil made an action as if to dismiss the court asking only Legolas and you to stay. “You did it for us...”,he said confirming his own words earning a nod from the woman. “Then I guess I have to apologize for putting you into the dungeons although it seems to have been proven quite useful to you and Legolas. The other two in the room froze. One looking at the other in quite the shock unlike the king who seemed to have a smug look upon his face. “Globe you little shit !”, grumbled Y/N makng the globe dissapear. Legolas figured that the globe may have shown more than necessary. “I want to hear it from you, Iôn nin”,his father practically ordered. “Im mel hen (I love her)”,he replied a sudden shyness engulfing Y/N. “I know you will ask me to let Legolas go on adventures with you but I’m still quite unconvinced.”, said Thranduil deciding to tease the woman a bit more. Y/N only grinned bashfully before saying, “I figured, so I may have brought you the best wine from my age and it’s in my time travelling machine”. The king grumbled, “Fine ! But both of you better return here every 10 years !” “Aww will someone miss us?” “Shut up Y/N” “Ada!” 

--Time Skip--

“Are you ready to go my Prince ?”

“I promised Y/N, I promised to go on Everlasting Adventures with you..”

--Fin--

Yaay! Finally done ! I have been pondering like an idiot over this fic but I guess it turned out well ! This wasn’t a request but I felt like it was really interesting ! I hope you guys liked it ! Please do comment me your thoughts!” Thank you for reading ! I love you guys!

~Love, Hri 

[thewatermelloncat]

Back to the Isle

Check out the character art I did for this here

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Scar and one of the original VKs sent to Auradon. She is asked to help them bring Mal back when she runs away to the Isle. But the reader’s intentions aren’t what the rest of the VKs initially thought…

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“Why is it my problem if she doesn’t want to live here?” you say sweeping your long hair over your shoulder, starring at your boots kicked up on your desk. Feigning uninterest.

“She’s our friend” Evie says from your doorway, tears threatening to spill out her eyes again.

“She’s your friend” you correct starting to play with the feathers at the end of the little braids in the underlayer of your hair. “You know I’ve never exactly fit in with you.”

“We need help, y/n” Evie pleads, tapping her foot impatiently against the floor. Whether or not you were going to help her, she needed to get moving soon. “Come on, just quit the front. I know you want to go.”

“Yeah I do,” your face spreads in a wide smile as you kick your feet down from the desk. “When do we leave?”

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It wouldn’t be wrong to say that your 4-inch high heel boots clomped loudly against the tiled staircase as you descended the flight down to the lobby of the dorm rooms. You could tell from Ben’s expression that he was intimidated by your appearance.

Bright green leather showed from under a ripped black leather jacket like claw marks, worn over a splotchy dark green singlet. Pants made from different sections of golden-brown shades of leather, tucked into your spiked midcalf boots. Lastly, dark green fingerless gloves with bright green knuckledusters attached to the ends like claws. You smiled down at them, your black lips stark in contrast to your bright white teeth, making your canines stand out like fangs. Your look wasn’t like the rest of theirs, perfectly tailored with added zips just to be edgy but serving no purpose. Your outfit was deadly, and if looks could kill you were going in for the slaughter.

“Well waiting around here isn’t going to bring your girlfriend back, is it?” you chirp clasping Ben on the arm as you walk past him. The bright twinkle in your eyes sets him on edge, seeming like you’re excited to be heading into your potential demise.

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It was a ridiculous notion to cover the limousine in tarpaulins and expect it to stay hidden, but it was the best they could do. Ben shivered in the darkness of the old garage under the pier, pulling his leather tighter around him as he turned around to where the cold breeze was coming from.

Away from the rest of the group finishing covering up the car, y/n stands alone looking down a large pipe, an odd smirk on her face. “What’s in here?” Ben asks coming to stand next to her.

“You don’t want to know” Jay says suddenly appearing from behind him and pulling him away from the pipe.

“Let’s get moving” Evie suggests beginning to stride off through a gap in the wall. “Y/n, you coming?” she asks when the other girl doesn’t move.

After a few seconds y/n tears her eyes away from the pipe, seemingly with great difficulty, and follows after them.

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The streets of the Isle are worse than Ben could have ever imagined, even with Mal’s descriptions. Children sleep in fraying boxes, people are passed out drunk in alleyways, and every minute or two a scream echoes from some undisclosed location.

Ben can’t help but notice it looks like his friends are walking on egg shells as they creep through the streets, even Jay who Ben hadn’t expected to see caution from. Though y/n’s body language is completely different, while the rest of them seem to shrink down into the shadows, she stands tall striding along like the place is hers for the taking.

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Ben’s heart was crushed as he walked down the metal stairs outside of Mal’s hideout. He acted on autopilot as Evie told him that she would try talking to Mal, and for now that was the hope he held onto. Though if he’s honest, he didn’t see much hope in Mal changing her mind at all. Why would she want to stay here, imprisoned on a dangerous island instead of being safe in Auradon with him, with everything she could ever ask for? It didn’t make sense to him.

Y/n smirks slightly as Ben re-joins the group, his chat with Mal clearly having not gone to plan. She had never thought it would work in the first place. Although Mal may not be her favourite person, she knows that she’s headstrong and wouldn’t change her mind over being offered a shinny gold ring and a handful of empty promises. Serves the King right to have his heartbroken, it’s a lot less painful than the lives people have to live here.

Nonetheless, when she sees Ben disappear alone down an alley, she pushes off the wall she was leaning against, rolling her eyes as she follows behind him.

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“I know you’re the King but you can’t walk off alone” y/n says as she catches up to Ben as he exits the alley into the market place. “If you think these people like you or respect you, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Why doesn’t she want to come back?” is all that he says in return.

“Did you not hear what I said?” y/n checks, becoming frustrated at his lack of forethought. “It’s dangerous here, you can’t walk around alone.”

“Especially if you’re the King” a heavily accented voice enters the conversation as its owner steps out of the shadows.

Ben stumbles back in fright at the tall boy in a red leather jacket standing dangerously close to him, unbeknownst right into the arms of two other boys who had closed in behind him. He struggles against their grip on his arms. “Y/n, help!” he pleads to the girl who ignores him, seeming to be having a silent conversation with the boy in the leather jacket.

Suddenly she smiles and laughs throwing herself into him, and he laughs manically before their lips lock together. Instantly his hands go around her tracing along her body from her jaw down her neck and her chest to her waist. Her hands go up his neck and into his hair as their lips work passionately against each other. He takes hold of her leg and pulls it up to his waist, she hooks it around his back and lifts her other leg off the ground latching it onto him as well. Ben senses the boys behind him watching with interest as they smile and chuckle to each other, seeming like they are enjoying the show. But Ben feels sick as he watches her abandon him.

After what seems like an eternity the two break away and the boy turns to boys restraining Ben, “take ‘im to the ship.”

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“Maybe she’s with him?” Carlos suggests in an attempt to calm Evie as she paces frantically at the base of the stairs.

“Should we tell Mal?” Jay asks hesitantly, already fearing how she will react.

“No” Evie immediately shakes her head. “Not until we know for sure that something bad has happened to him.”

“So, you don’t think Mal would lose her shit if she found out that you didn’t immediately tell her about Ben going missing?” y/n says as she steps out of the alley. Harry at her side walking hand in hand.

“Harry” Evie breathes, her and the boys stepping into a tightly formed group for defense.

“What did you do with Ben?” Jay demands puffing his chest up as he looks at Harry.

Harry does nothing but laugh at the pitiful display of dominance, while y/n glares at Evie who is looking at her accusingly.

“What? You think that I augustrated this?” y/n raises an eyebrow at her. “I was in Auradon with you!”

“And did you?” Evie crosses her arms and leans her weight on her hip.

“Nah” y/n shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders, “I just didn’t argue when it did.”

“Y/n, step away from him” Jay says in a tone aiming to control her, eyes locked in a glaring match with Harry.

Y/n takes pride in the fact that Harry’s hand doesn’t tighten around her own, him not doubting her loyalty. She doesn’t move and though Carlos can see she doesn’t intend to, he tries his hand at one last-ditch effort.

“You can’t go” he begs. “You don’t have to go back to being bad.”

Y/n’s face spreads in a wide smirk and the chuckles that shake her shoulders morph into a maniacal laughter that bounces off the walls of the alley. “That’s where you’re wrong… I always was.”

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Ben had been watching puddles form from water dripping from the ceiling above him for what seemed like hours. The depths of the ship were damp and dark, the only light coming from a few faded lanterns that hung from the walls around him. About five minutes ago he had heard a mighty cheer sound through the floor boards as someone appeared to be welcomed onto the ship, but that had since faded into the back of his mind. It didn’t mean much to him until he saw who it was that walked through the door.

“I don’t understand” he says blankly.

“The world is complicated” y/n states coming to sit on a crate in front of him, casually kicking one leg over the other.

“Who are these people and how do you know them?”

Y/n chuckles darkly seeming to ignore him. “You know it’s cute that you ask about my life only when your life depends on it.”

Ben’s fearful look deepens as she speaks her next words.

“This is my old crew.”

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“What you need to know is this place is hell” y/n begins. “Our parents want us to be independent, to not rely on anyone, but you’d be an idiot if you did it alone.”

Ben shifts, sitting up straighter against the post he’s tied against. Something in his eyes tells y/n that he is interested in this for more than diplomatics.

“Uma found me when I was 11. Found myself in a bad place...” Y/n trails off for a moment it being clear that she doesn’t want to continue. “She took me in and didn’t ask any questions. Gave me a home and food – a safe place. In exchange I would work for her. Same with everyone else on this ship.”

“What kind of work would you do for her?” Ben inquires.

“You really didn’t research me, did you?” y/n kicks her legs forward and leans back on her hands like she owns the situation. “Put it this way. If you knew the things that I’ve done, you would have never let me step foot in Auradon.”

“But in Auradon you seemed like such a good person” Ben stutters in disbelief.

“I’m a master manipulator, Ben” she says bluntly. “It’s what we’re taught here.”

“But you can change. You can be that person you were in Auradon” he tells her adamantly.

“I can’t” she shakes her head. “… I won’t.”

“Why not?” it almost sounds like he’s whining.

“Because I don’t want to” y/n snaps at him, leaving them in a long silence.

“Who was that boy?” Ben voices quietly after a while. “The one with the red coat in the market. You seemed rather fond of him.”

Y/n scoffs, a smile appearing on her face, “Harry.”

“Who is he?”

“He’s Uma’s first mate” she says with a proud look in her eyes.

“And who is he to you?”

“We’re in a partnership.”

“A partnership?” the pitch of Ben’s voice raises in confusion and he furrows his brow. “Like an alliance or you’re dating?”

“No one dates on the Isle, Ben” she tells him seriously. “At least not around here. We belong to each other.”

Ben goes silent while he considers something. “Come back with me” he says looking back up at y/n still lounging on the crate in front of him. “Untie me and this will all be forgiven.”

“Why would I come back with you? I’ve made my alignment pretty clear” she fights back the temptation to laugh at his stupidity.

“I’ll let Harry come back with us.”

Y/n laughs dismissively, actually sounding joyful. Her smile showing off her fanglike teeth. “Harry would rather die than go to Auradon.”

“Well, then you can choose someone else to come back with you. Do you have any siblings?”

The pitch of her laugh changes at his offer, the dark sound filling the room. “Your bribery won’t work on me. How many times do I have to tell you?” y/n pauses crossing a leg over the other like she wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon. “I’m not going back.”

[marvelstarwarsetc]

All We Know- Daryl Dixon

PART EIGHT

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Violence, Gore (The fact that its the walking dead should be warning enough lol)

Summary: Finding her way back to her sisters was all that mattered to her. When the world ended she had lost everything, so finding them became all that mattered. Or at least, it was, until she stumbled across a redneck hunting in the woods.

*Starts in Season 1 and will be a multi part fic*

Part One  Part two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven  Part Seven (Daryl��s POV)

When Y/n woke it was in the passenger seat of Daryl’s old pickup truck, with Daryl sitting in the driver’s seat beside her. She tried her best not to, but couldn’t help the groan of pain that escaped her lips when she tried to lift her head off the seat.

“Woah, Ya alright?” Daryl’s voice filled the truck, and for some reason Y/n found herself fighting back a smile at the concern laced into his tone. She hummed in confirmation before turning her head to look out the window, watching the trees that whizzed by.

“Where are we going?” She asked curious, though she had to admit she wasn’t mad they were leaving the quarry camp. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle staying there after all that’s happened.

“Jim got bit, was bringin’ ‘im ta the CDC. He didn’ make it.”

Y/n didn’t know Jim very well, at all really. But she couldn’t help the pang of sadness she felt when she thought about all the people the group just lost. “How long til’ we get there?” 

“Bout an hour looks like, already been drivin’ a while ‘fore ya woke up. How’s ya face?”

At the question it was like Y/n finally remembered what happened with Andrea, her throbbing face finally making itself known to the woman. She didn’t blame Andrea for hitting her, not at all. Which is why she took each hit her sister threw at her without complaint, because she knew Andrea needed to get her frustrations out and Y/n knew how to take a punch. But the longer she thought about it, the longer she thought about how long Andrea just left Amy there, waiting for their sister to wake back up. Andrea was fully intending on letting Amy wake up as a monster just so she could try to clear her conscience. It was selfish, and Y/n didn’t know if she’d be able to forgive her older sister for it.

Y/n held plenty of guilt when it came to Amy too. All the unanswered text messages, the voicemails that were never listened to. The years that Y/n neglected both of her sisters and kept them away from their niece and nephew. But no matter what, Y/n would never have let Amy wake up like that just so that she could apologize. Not ever. And it hurt her to think that Andrea could. 

“I’m sure it looks worse than it is,” Y/n tried to dismiss, but the words were harder for her to get out than she’d like to admit. Just moving her face to speak was a chore, and she started to regret letting Andrea hit her as many times as she did.

It was obvious that Daryl had more questions, she knew she would have. But the hunter didn’t say anything else as the two drove down the road in silence. 

She could see the Grimes’ truck at the front of the line, with Dale’s RV behind them, and Shane’s jeep at the rear, right behind Daryl’s truck. She briefly wondered where the Morales’ were as there was no way the family of four wouldn’t have taken their own car, but the thought was forgotten as they all pulled up in front of the CDC.

The front of the CDC looked like a war zone, corpses everywhere, both military and civilians. Sand bag barricades had been constructed to reinforce security at the entrance, probably when shit had really started to hit the fan. The smell was something awful, Y/n noticed as everyone started to get out of their vehicles. There were no walkers in the area at that moment, but she took her tactical knife out just in case, as Daryl had with his crossbow. 

The smell seemed to get stronger and stronger as the group moved closer to the CDC, and Y/n was on high alert when various group members started coughing. She knew the sound would no doubt draw walkers to their location.

“All right, everybody. Keep moving. Go on. Stay quiet. Let’s go,” Shane whispered as he moved to bring up the rear of the group with Daryl and Y/n. For a moment Daryl wondered if Y/n should be ready to take on walkers so soon after getting the shit beat out of her, but that seemed to be the last thing on the woman’s mind as she stayed alert.

When the group finally made it to the doors of the CDC the stench coming from the sea of dead bodies was almost suffocating, and various people started retching from the smell. Suddenly Daryl handed a bandanna over to Y/n while he tied one over his nose and mouth, and she wondered for a second where the hell he got these from before she took the bandanna from the man and secured it over her own bruised face.

Rick tried to roll down the security door, but to everyone’s horror the door didn’t budge. “Nothing?” Shane asked as he pushed against the door himself, pounding on it for good measure.

It was getting dark quickly, and growing harder and harder to ignore that they were sitting ducks out here in the open like this.

 “There’s nobody here.” T-dog said, the annoyance and worry showing in his tone. Everyone looked to Rick then, as he seemed to be looking over the door frantically for an answer. ”Then why are these shutters down?”

The groans of walkers started to fill the streets, causing panic to fill everyone in the group. Lori and Carol both clutched their children tightly to their chests as Daryl called out to warn everyone when the first walker could be seen making it’s way towards the group.

“You led us into a graveyard!” Daryl accused Rick, sending an arrow flying towards a walker when he noticed Y/n move to take it out with her knife.

“He made a call,” Dale defended in that voice that bordered on condescending, causing Daryl to snap back at him. “It was the wrong damn call!”

Shane turned towards Daryl defensively, “Just shut up. You hear me? Shut up. Shut up!” Before he turned his attention back to his best friend, his tone softening. “Rick this is a dead end.”

“Where we gonna go?” Carol asked, fear clear in her voice as she looked down at her daughter.

“She’s right,” Lori started, “We can’t be here, this close to the city after dark.”

And Lori was right. The city was the worst place to be right now, and by the looks of the street it wasn’t any better here either.

“Fort Benning, Rick—still an option.”

The rest of the group started arguing about where to go. About how fort benning was too far for the amount of supplies they had. The children started crying as more and more walkers came into view, and Daryl started shooting as many as he could to try and keep Y/n from having to use her knife. Y/n thought about shooting some with the shotgun Rick had given her, but her eye sight wasn’t the best after the beating she had gotten and the sound would only draw more walkers to them.

“All right, everybody back to the cars. Let’s go. Move.” Shane ordered, before Rick seemed to have notice something the others didn’t.

 “The camera—it moved.”

“You imagined it,” Dale dismissed.

“It moved.”

“Rick, it is dead, man. It’s an automated device. It’s gears, okay? They’re just winding down. Now come on.” Everyone started to move back towards the cars, Y/n and Daryl still watching for walkers that got too close, but Rick just stood by the door. Not moving a muscle.

“Man, just listen to me. Look around this place. It’s dead, okay? It’s dead. You need to let it go, Rick. Rick, there’s nobody there.” Shane put himself in between the door and his best friend, trying desperately to get his friend to just give up and get back to the cars. But Rick only fought past him, beating on the door instead.

“I know you’re in there. I know you can hear me.”

Shane only ignored his friend, turning his attention back to the rest of group again. “Everybody get back to the cars now!”

“Please, we’re desperate. Please help us. We have women, children, no food, hardly any gas left.”

At the sight of her husband desperately pleading to a closed door, Lori ran up to Rick. “Rick, there’s nobody here.” But Rick only ignored her as he continued to talk to whoever he thought was listening on the other side.

“We have nowhere else to go.”

“If you don’t let us in, you’re killing us!”

Shane and Lori tried their best to move Rick away from the door while everyone else kept their eyes open, fighting back any walkers they could. By now there were more and more walkers gaining on them, and Glenn, T-dog, and Y/n started taking them down with their knives.

“You’re killing us! You’re killing us! You’re killing us!” Rick screamed on repeat while almost everyone were just begging him to get into the cars as it became less and less safe for them out in the open.

For a minute it seemed like Shane might just get Rick to the cars, and then the unthinkable happened.

The large metal door to the CDC opened with a hiss of steam.

[rvnjun]

weather boy | haechan

genre: super power!au 

warnings:  violence, mentions of blood

authors note: first part of The Dream Team series! Finally finished it after nearly two years of sitting in my drafts,,collecting dirt and cobwebs 

probably spelling and grammar mistakes because i suck at proofreading 

all i could think of when writing this 

The Dream Team M.list

Some people were born with their powers because their parents had them, others received them under strange and unusual circumstances 

most people fit into one of those two categories, it was nearly impossible for them not too

however, Donghyuck was a special case

technically he was born with his powers, but technically he received them thanks to a injection

his mother was a scientist working for a laboratory

for years she helped developed a serum that would give someone powers 

his mother was a courageous woman and offered herself up as the first test subject, they didn't know if the serum would kill her or even work

injecting it into herself she stayed under surveillance for weeks and the only thing that seemed to be happening was that she kept feeling nauseous and puking  

they brushed it off as a weird side effect

however, 1 month later she learned about her pregnancy

she left the lab and focused all her attention on raising her soon to be son

the thoughts of the serum still lingered in her mind, she was filled with despair at the fact that it seemed to not have worked 

but she would soon be proven wrong

when her son was born, clouds filled the room and rain began to pour down, wind started blowing everything around

the serum did in fact work, just not on her

Donghyuk had it slightly hard growing up

since neither of his parents had powers they weren't able to understand him

they took him to power therapy, there he learned how to control them and what he could do with them 

he knew that his powers were powerful and potentially dangerous 

watching the news caused him to see how people could take their amazing gifts and do some of the worst things with them 

the hatred and fear they caused, it was because of them that people would treat those with powers like trash and not human 

Donghyuck wanted to do good, he had a gift and he wanted to use it to save the world, to show those out their that hated his kind that they were also good people 

when he met up with people who also had powers, they called him crazy 

“Why would I risk my life for those who wouldn't risk theirs for me?”

“What's the point, its to much work!”

“Your crazy, ya know!”

it made Donghyuck bubble with rage

why couldnt they be more compassionate and understanding

normal humans had a right to be afraid of them, look at all the things “superheros” did to them

superheros were so focused on stopping the villian that sometimes they caused more damage then what the villain would have done 

Donghyuck confronted his power therapist, he went on a 30 minute rant on how he wanted to save peoples lives but no one else wanted to 

which is when his therapist told him about a young boy named Jaemin

apparently “Jaemin” was like him, he wanted to use his powers to help save people 

and that's how he met his best friends 

it was also how he met you

many of the fights and bad people seemed to target the same neighborhood

which was where you lived

it wasn't a bad neighborhood but it also wasn't the richest, it was perfectly in the middle 

there was many times when you would be sitting outside and all of a sudden some person was going off on a speech about taking over the world

you always casually watched from your porch

after awhile of watching them fight you chose to make them some snacks

Donghyuck was completely taken back when you casually approached them with sandwiches and water

it became your thing, you make them some food and bring it to them

while doing so you fell for the weather powered boy 

you were extremely shocked when you learned Donghyucks real identity 

he was the cute kid who never shut up in your chem class

which in hindsight, you should have known

Donghyuck was known for his weather powers

you laughed to yourself, people should have been smarter to realize that the kid in school with weather powers was actually the superhero,,,with weather powers 

he risked revealing his identity to you so you could date

The Dream Team, as they called themselves didn't mind, they all loved you

you had already proven that you were a nice person, that you actually cared about them 

dating Donghyuck was a little hard at first, only because sometimes he couldn't control his powers around you

like the time when some dude was hitting on you, Donghyuck made it downpour in the coffee shop,,,only on the guy 

then there was the time you two were swimming and messing around, he was shooting you heart eyes, the clouds cleared up even more and you swore you heard sweet music suddenly play in the background 

and your personal favorite was when you two were having a pretty intense make-out session and the temperature in the room raised a whole 10 degrees

(fahrenheit otherwise that would be concerning)

other than his rapid emotions he was an amazing normal boyfriend

he loved to show you off, if you ever felt insecure about something 

he would brag about you to everyone around him like you were a first place trophy 

you still brought his friends food after they fought, except this time Donghyuck enjoyed your kisses more than the food 

Everyone at your school was kinda shocked to learn that you were dating 

as far as they knew you never talked before

and then suddenly you were holding hands in the hallway while walking each other to classes 

As much as you loved Donghyuck for fighting,and helping people you couldn't help but feel scared for him sometimes 

the number of times he came over to your house with cuts and bruises on your face made your heart sink

you always told him that he should have gone to Jaemin for help but he said that you made him feel better 

like any other day you were sitting at your desk while working on some dreaded homework

the headphones blasting music in your ears distracted you from properly doing your work, plus its not like you were really trying

a light tap of your window caused you to look up with a soft smile

you were expecting to see Donghyuks smiling face

“Babe?” You asked when no one was in sight

feeling confused you stood up and stupidly opened the window

screaming Donghyucks name when someone grabbed you and pulled you out of it

you knew that Donghyuck wasnt near but you pleaded for him in your mind

begging for him to somehow hear you and save you

everything went black and the last thing you saw was the intruders smiling face

Donghyuck laughed along with his friends at Renjuns joke

suddenly Jisung stopped laughing and looked straight at Donghyuck

“Hyung, Y/n is in danger,” he said very seriously

“What? Don't joke like that,” Donghyuck snapped a bit

not really enjoying being joked with on something so serious

“Im not joking! I just know Y?n is in danger,” he protested growing more and more scared every second

everyone looked at him before Chenle spoke up

“Jisung would joke about something like that, Y/n must seriously be in danger.”

rushing out of his seat Donghyuck made a mad dash for your house

the clouds around began to darken, rain falling slowly

he pulled at his phone and repeatedly tried to call you but got no answer

adding to the sudden weather problems

wind harshly blew, a drastic change from the previous sunny and calm day

when Donghyuck arrived at your house and saw your open window he just knew Jisung was right

as much as he didnt want to believe him

looking around he couldn't see any sign as to where you could have been

tears began to fall down his face

calling Jisung he begged and pleaded for him to figure out where you were

Jisung thought and thought about everything before it came to him 

“I think,,I think Y/n is at the old abandoned factory on 8th str-” Donghyuck hung up before he could finish his sentence

Donghyuck turned and darted in the direction of the factory

people around him screamed as the rain poured harder and thunder boomed, lightning decorated the sky rapidly, cool and warm wind began to mix causing funnel clouds to appear

dangerously threatening the people out the city

back at the table Donghyuck friends stared at the sky in awe, they had seen Donghyucks powers before but never like this

silently praying for your safety they sat and watched the sky, waiting for it to change to show that you were okay 

he quickly arrived at the factory, the door burst open from wind before he could even touch it

he listened for a sound, running towards it

the door burst open as Donghyuck arrived, staring at your tied up and beaten figure

“Y/n,” he yelled, body shaking with anger

the guy in front of you immediately dropped what he was holding in fear

you cried in happiness at seeing your boyfriend, knowing that he was able to find you thanks to Jisung

“How dare you fucking hurt Y/n,” he said angrily

bursts of wind launched the man into the wall and held him there

the room rapidly rised in temperature, clouds formed in the room, replicating the weather outside

the man screamed out

Donghyuck stepped towards him as tornado began to form

he untied you, holding your body as you fell into his arms, knees weak from pain

gently he kissed your forehead “ill take you to Jaemin as soon as im done here baby,” he tone was the exact opposite of the one he used to the man just seconds before

you stared at the room in awe at his powers, not feeling the slightest afraid because you trusted him

a huge bolt of lightening stuck down on the man causing him to knockout

Donghyuck calmed down at seeing the injured man

the boys back at the table smiled at the sky when all the clouds disappeared the sun came out, wind changing to a gentle breeze

“Im so glad you are okay, I was so fucking worried,” he began to cry as he held you

“I don't know what I would have done if I lost you, Y/n you are my everything and I can't live without you,” he body shook with tears

holding him as tight as you could you rested your head on his chest 

“I screamed for you the whole time, all i wanted was to be right here,,in your arms,” you said happily

your eyes started to close, exhausted taking over your body

you placed a weak kiss on Donghyucks lips

“let me take you to Jaemin,”

Donghyuck smiled contentedly and carried you out of the room, ignoring the man, and was happily met with his friends

“Figured you'd need me,” Jaemin looked at you and smiled, healing all your wounds and making you feel like none of it had happened

“Well lets get out of here,” Jaemin said

Donghyuck followed behind his friends, refusing to put you back down

“,,,you aren't gonna heal the guy, Hyung? what if Donghyuk killed him?” Jisung asked in surprise

Jaemin waved his hand and shook his head 

Donghyuck scoffed “Sadly, he wasn't hurt that badly.” 

[honeyhenry]

Traitor - b.b. (part 6 - FINAL)

A/N: this is the last proper part to this series, however I am keen to write an epilogue or little drabbles/hcs about this little universe so pleeeease feel free to request! I hope you enjoyed this series, I myself have loved writing it and it has challenged me greatly! Love you guys for all your support!

catch up here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

“I think it’s best you leave, James.”

He blinks. “what?”

“You heard me, James. Don’t make this harder. Don’t pretend that it’s not what you really want.”

His brow furrows, stepping forward towards you with a thousand questions on his lips. Before he can even attempt to speak - to disagree, to argue - you continue.

“You've been waiting for an excuse to go and here I am handing it to you on a plate. Obviously I didn’t want this to happen but you accusing me of this...it kills me...” your harsh façade fades and causes you to shrink back slightly, speaking the next words in a whisper; “you’re killing me, Buck.”

The soft nickname makes his heart ache, knowing that clearly you’ve been fighting this feeling for a while, and now you’re not ordering him to leave - you’re pleading.

“Doll-” he starts, and despite your wearied broken hope in him, you give him a pointed look that makes him think twice. “Sorry. Y/n...please hear me out...i swear it’s not what im trying to do. I’m not trying to get away from you, or Jamie-”

“How do i know its not what your subconscious is trying to do Bucky? I had to convince you that you deserved a relationship, and then that you would be such a great father and you have been the best...and here i was thinking i wouldn’t have to tell you all that again for the next one, but it seems your subconscious has come back to bite us. I can’t keep telling you how good you are at what you want, when it seems like you don’t even want it anymore. That you don’t want us anymore.”

If his heart was broken before, it’s now shattered into a million pieces right in front of you. He feels so vulnerable and in the worst possible way, the way that allows for you to slip through his fingers and leave. All because of his stupid insecurities, which ironically have now ended up being the cause fulfilling each thought fuelling his nightmares.

“I do! Baby i swear, i just panicked, about JJ, i freaked out and I should’ve never accused you...it hit a nerve, with you and Steve. It’s my worst nightmare and I swear...I swear me being like that and accusing you? It’ll never happen again. Doll please.” Bucky tries to reach for you, wanting to tilt your head towards him tenderly and let all be forgiven.

You’re not going to be so quick to forgive.

You want a fight. You just want him to fight for you.

“Yeah too right it won’t.” You turn to the kitchen and he follows as you wipe your hands on a towel before getting out some milk for JJ. The young child is always hungry, and so feeds from both your milk and some extra formula to keep him content and full. You know its Bucky’s altered genes that has given you such a little greedy guts, but he’s happy, healthy, and round as a squish, so you were content too. And it meant Bucky could feed him too, something he adored doing.

Facing the sink, you clean out a bottle. Your back is to Bucky now, and just as he's about to speak up again, you find yourself crying again. He silently moves over to you and ever so gently, touches your waist.

The muffled sob you let out makes his heart break, and he places his forehead on your shoulder sighing and holding in his own tears.You smell of baby powder and exhaustion, while he is a source of warmth and strength.

It’s almost as if he’s holding you together.

“Please baby, don’t tell me to go when I know you. I know you want to beg me to stay but you can’t because it’s me who fucked up and you’re the strongest person, the best person I know. I’ll make it all back up to you and more, everything you want, you deserve it all and more from me. I’m so sorry doll.”

As you both stay there, holding each other, navigating your emotions towards his apology to the whole situation, Bucky’s movements stutter, and you feel him tense up behind you.

He remembers your words from earlier.

“The next one” you had said, and he repeats it with a mumble before he experiences a moment of full realisation.

He completely stills in his movements. he knows you so well, even if there has been a momentary lapse in communication and contact up until this point. Bucky slides his hand from your waist to your stomach and feels a heavy guilt burdening his heart with the thought of you questioning his loyalty at any time but in particular such a time like this. His large hand covers your abdomen and he nuzzles his face into where your shoulder meets your neck, trying to get you to give in. This will do for now, he thinks.

“The next one will have a father who knows his worth in the family...doll I had no idea”

“You weren't supposed to. I only found out this morning...you threatened me James, how was I supposed to tell you?”

“You were going to let me leave while you had JJ to look after and another baby- OUR baby in your belly...honey please, talk to me.”

“I thought..maybe I’d tied you down too soon, or you weren't really that type after all. Sometimes when I’m convincing you, it’s for my benefit too. I love you Bucky but i think that means setting you free for what you’re destined for.”

He doesn't even miss a beat.

“Bullshit. You’re what I’m destined for, and I’m sorry i ever made you doubt that” he turns you gently so you’re facing him and he’s still just as close, lips right above yours, his eyes watering, praying you’ll take his sincerest of apologies as he bares his soul in the kitchen, the water heating up for JJ’s milk the only sound reverberating through the downstairs floor.

“I.....I really don’t want you to go, and it sounds selfish but i need you, Buck and i need you to trust me and be trusting in yourself for being the best man you can possibly be. For me and JJ, and now this little one too” you offer a small, somewhat hopeful smile as you place your hand on his as he softly rubs your stomach.

He swallows thickly, and replies with full honesty “I swear doll, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, and JJ, and little peanut Barnes here, too.” He looks up again, the two of you noticing how close your lips are and wow he wants nothing more than to kiss you. However he knows you better than to chance his luck right now, and so he asks his next question. “How far along?”

“Only 6 weeks, I haven't told anyone, and I’m not planning to yet, especially Steve and- yeah.”

Bucky nods, understanding.

“Good plan, darlin’”

He looks deep into your eyes as the milk machine finishes, glancing once again at your lips, and so you quickly take the chance to turn around before he can give in and ask for a kiss, or maybe even steal one if he’s fast. He’s got some making up to do, but you have a feeling you’ll be giving and receiving plenty of kisses later that night when Steve takes JJ for a spontaneous sleepover.

You fill up the milk bottle and head upstairs, followed by Bucky who gazes at you fondly every second that he’s physically able to.

You enter the nursery with the milk, all smiles looking at your handsome boy in Steve’s arms. JJ is properly giggling and he has Bucky’s sweet toothy smile that only the people currently in the room (plus very few others) have had the pleasure of truly seeing.

“Oh there’s my boy!” you exclaim “you smile just like your Daddy now that you’ve got those two big teeth coming through! Come here angel.”

Bucky looks to Steve as he hands over his precious Godson to you, and then looks back to you making yourself comfortable on the rocking chair feeding JJ his bottle.

Steve watches fondly at the small family during such an intimate time as feeding, grateful that the Barnes family allow him to stay. He finds hope that he will experience this very thing himself someday, with his own wife.

Bucky looks up at his friend, and offers a small smile, a token “thank you” as a comfortable silence fills the room, only halted by JJ’s rhythmic suckling and a splutter before the baby omits an almighty burp against you.

Steve smiles back at Bucky, just as all your laughter calms down, as if to say; ‘told you so - he’s definitely a Barnes.”

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Mum said we have to play outside

Sequel to Mum said it’s my turn on the Switch.

~

He wants to show Hop around Wyndon.

Going out in public takes preparation, though. When fans see Champion Leon, they rush to him, and they’re not always socially appropriate, either. He does not want to risk exposing Hop to any of the particular touchy ones.

So he’s not wearing his uniform today. Instead, he picks a black sweatshirt and trousers. He can’t keep his hair loose, so he ties it in a bun to hide its length. He can’t wear the crown snapback, so he’ll have to go bare-headed —

Oh, who is he kidding. He picks a different cap — this one white — and puts it on.

He steps into the living room, setting the champion cap on his brother’s head. “Hey. Have you ever been on a monorail?”

*

It turns out Hop expects the monorail to be just like the train from Wedgehurst. He gasps in surprise when the car rises and the city comes into view below them, and Leon has to laugh.

Hop’s sitting backwards, face almost pressed to the window. Leon is too big for that, so he’s sort of twisted halfway so he can watch the scenery and keep an eye on the digital display. It’s his job to make sure they stay in the safe side of the city, after all.

“Lee?”

“Yeah?”

“You really live here?”

“Hop, we literally just left my flat.”

“But how do you not get lost?”

“Oh, come on! I’m not that hopeless.”

The car passes over the dead-end street that Leon often finds himself in.

“...Charizard usually gets me where I need to go.”

Hop laughs, fogging up the glass.

As the rail goes, Leon points out landmarks. There’s the Hondew Building, there’s Sleet Street, there’s Rose Tower. And there…

“The stadium! That’s the stadium! You battle there, right?”

“Yep!”

“We gotta go see it!”

Leon forces a smile. He knew Hop would be excited to see Wyndon stadium for himself, but he had been hoping he could avoid actually going there. This was supposed to be a day off; he didn’t want to spend it at his workplace.

But Hop is giving him those big pleading eyes…

“Okay. We have to get off in three stops, then. Pay attention or we’ll miss it.”

Three stops later, Hop grabs his hand and pulls him out.

Leon spends the walk thinking about how he wants to play this. The public isn’t allowed to enter the stadium when there’s no match, and he’s not sure he wants to use his position to bend the rules. On the other hand, Hop did come all the way out here, and he should probably get to see something that most fans can’t.

Would bringing him into the locker room be cool enough? He could get to experience what Leon does before a match, sit on the benches, maybe let Wooloo out to chew on things.

But as they enter the stadium, Hop doesn’t ask about any of that. Instead, he heads right into the gift shop.

Why? He has to know that Leon would give him any merch he wanted, if he asked.

Leon follows, curious, until Hop turns around and holds up a hand. “I don’t want you to see this. It’s a secret.”

“...okay, then.”

He stands by the doorway, pretending to look at his phone. Hop disappears behind the racks.

Minutes pass. A staff member comes up and asks if he needs help, but when they recognize him, they apologize and back off.

It’s incredibly awkward, but he supposed that’s just what happens when you’re the older brother of a tween.

“Hey! Give him back!”

That’s Hop’s voice. It strikes Leon like a knife to the chest.

“‘ey,” an older boy’s voice mocks. “Gib ‘im back!”

Leon rushes toward the voices.

He finds them in the back, by a rack of posters. Hop has his fists curled and his face scrunched, like he’s about to cry. There are two teenage boys standing in front of him. One of them is holding a pokeball just out of Hop’s reach.

“You’re the one who dropped the ball, mate. If you want your Wooloo back, you gotta ask nicely.”

“I — I — please, give me back my Pokémon.”

The other boy laughs. “Dude. He looks so much like Leon.”

“He does! Do you think Leon looks like this when he begs?”

“At least Leon can talk right, though. But hey, you’re cute, too, kid.”

Alright, that’s enough.

Leon steps forward, plucking Wooloo’s ball out of the boy’s hand. He hands it to Hop, putting an arm around his shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine…”

“Good.” He turns to the boys, glaring at them. “You two had better go. Now. And don’t come back.”

They stare at him. Leon can pinpoint the moment where they put two and two together and realize that the reason “this kid” looks so much like Leon is because he’s Leon’s little brother.

“Oh shit.”

And they run like hell.

“I’m sorry about that, Hop,” he says. “Most people here are nice, I promise. I’m sorry about the bad ones.”

Hop holds his Wooloo close to his heart. “Thanks for helping me, Lee.”

“Of course! That’s what big brothers are for, right?” He glances at the rack, noting that a couple tubes have been half-pulled out. “Now. You wanted to get something, right? Is it okay if I help you look for it?”

“Yeah… I wanted… I wanted to find a poster for number twenty-one.”

Twenty-one? Who would that be… Raihan is number 241, but if he’s who Hop meant, he would’ve just called him by name. And there aren’t any major leaguers who have two-digit uniform numbers...

“Um… who’s number twenty-one?”

“Soledad. From the minor league.”

“Ah.” Soledad is… a normal-type specialist, if he remembers right. “You’re a fan of her, then?”

“Gloria is.”

“Ooooh.” He wiggles his eyebrows, letting the motion do the teasing.

“Lee!”

“Sorry! You’re so cute.”

With that, he starts searching methodically. The minor league is nowhere near as popular as the majors, but there’s gotta be some merch for them…

As it turns out, there is one singular poster with the number 21 on it. Hop smiles when he finds it, the trouble from earlier seemingly forgotten.

“How much is it?” Leon asks, pulling out his wallet.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna pay for it myself.”

“You have money?”

“Mum gave me some on my birthday.”

Hop’s birthday was months ago. Had he been saving it all this time, for this?

“Alright, I’m impressed. Go buy your friend her present. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

*

Hop does not ask to walk on the pitch. He’s not even interested in checking out the locker room. Instead, he darts about the lobby, taking deep breaths like the air itself is different. He reads every sign, looks at every screen.

Leon walks behind him, carrying the bag with the poster.

Eventually, his brother returns to his side. “I’m hungry.”

“Hello, Hungry. I’m Leon.”

Hop makes a noise that can only be described as verbal keysmashing.

“Ha! Sorry, sorry! Come on, let’s get something to eat. I know a place. Here, pull up ‘Z-Noodles’ on your phone.”

*

Z-Noodles is theoretically a fifteen-minute walk from the stadium, but Leon forgot that he has a much longer stride than Hop does. It’s okay. It just gives them more time together.

He keeps his arm around his brother’s shoulders. They don’t talk, but the silence is comfortable. If Leon had to guess, he’d say Hop is looking forward to the meal as much as he is himself.

“Lee?”

“Yeah?”

“Those guys, back in the store…”

“Oh, don’t think about them. They won’t bother you again, got it? Not as long as I’m around.”

“It’s not about that.” Hop’s face is pinched. He wrings his hands. “They were making fun of how I talk.”

“They’re just stupid, Hopscotch. They don’t like seeing anyone happy, so they’ll do whatever they can to pull you down. Don’t let them win.”

“But, Lee… you don’t talk like I talk.”

Leon bites the inside of his cheek. He does not want to explain to Hop about Wyndon’s classism problem; it had been painful enough to grow up around it. Learning the quirks the Wyndon natives had, losing his Postwick accent…

“I mean… I dinnae ken abou’ tha’. It’s all fer show, you know? I turn it on an’ off.”

Hop stares up at him, eyes wide and unblinking.

Then he breaks down laughing.

“Dinnae— dinnae ken! Oh, Lee! Can you imagine talking like that during a match? Nobody would know what you were saying!”

“I guess I’d need you to translate, then!”

Hop is smiling again. That’s all Leon wants, really — all he can ask for. He’d do anything for that smile.

*

They’re digging into some delicious ramen when Leon asks, “So, did you have fun today?”

“I did! It was lots of fun!”

“I’m glad.” Sluuuurp. “You know, if you lived here, you could see everything. You could come with me every day, and you’d get to do whatever you want.”

Hop looks down at his bowl. “Yeah.”

“I mean… I’m not trying to pressure you. It’s just… I miss you a lot, you know? And we never really have enough time to just… hang out.”

Hop sighs and mumbles something under his breath.

“What?”

“I wish I was Gloria’s brother.”

What.

Leon goes back through everything that’s happened since his family arrived. Has he done something to hurt him? He didn’t mean to. He doesn’t even know what it would be. Or is this something Hop has been thinking about for a while, something that grew out of the years Leon was away?

Or...

“Hop… Is this about those boys picking on you because you look like me? I’m sorry about that—”

But Hop is shaking his head. “No, it’s not that. It’s— actually, I wish Gloria was our sister. That would make everything so much easier.”

“What do you mean?”

“Then I wouldn’t have to choose between you.”

Is… is that how Hop thinks of it? Having to choose between his brother and his best friend, not being able to be there for both of them at once? In that case, it’s clear why he clings to Gloria. She’s a small girl with no family besides her mum, and she’s not even a trainer. There’s no way she can compete with Galar’s undefeated, beloved champion.

Hop must pity her.

“Hey,” Leon says, reaching over and taking Hop’s hands in his own. (Hop is so small, so delicate.) “You’re not choosing between us. You have us both. I’m going to be your brother no matter what. And I’m sure… I’m sure that Gloria will always be your friend, no matter what. It might be hard to keep up with both of us, but you can do it. I know you can.”

There. There’s that smile again. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.” He squeezes Hop’s hands, then lets him go.

“But, you know, Lee…”

“Yeah?”

“If you endorsed us both for the gym challenge, then me and Gloria could come to Wyndon together.”

Leon laughs, ruffling his brother’s hair. “I’ll consider it. Now, finish your food. There’s so much more I want to show you.”

[queerdraws]

Ineffable Husbands playlist

For anyone looking for an ungodly long playlist that is probably going to be under construction forever: Here You Go

I also want to plug this playlist while im at it because I absorbed a lot of songs from it & it’s very good.  much more concise FULL CURRENT TRACKLIST, 41 songs (as of 7.6.19) UNDER THE CUT Including: tally hall (an absurd amount), hozier (of course), frank sinatra, the mountain goats, sufjan stevens, queen, elbow, velvet underground, mitski...etc.

Frank Sinatra - The Best is Yet to Come

Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along and everything started in to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come

Best is yet to come and babe won't that be fine You think you've seen the sun But you ain't seen it shine

A wait til the warm up's under way Wait til our lips have met And wait til you see that sunshine day You ain't seen nothing yet  ... Wait til your charms are right for these arms, to surround You think you've flown before  But baby you ain't left the ground 

Hozier - From Eden (obligatory)

Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on it's sword Innocents died screaming, honey ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Tally Hall - You & Me

Off again we go Another seed to sow Another part to keep in proper order

What have I begun? Get away undone I have seen the signs and I ignored them

Now it's you And me Divine A circular design (do do-do do-doo) Time, and place, and mind Points along the line (do do-do do-doo)

Sitting in the park Carefully remark Everything is better when you're learning

You were in the dark And I was in the dark Everything is made to keep on turning 

Barenaked Ladies - It’s All Been Done

I met you before the fall of Rome And I begged you to let me take you home You were wrong, I was right You said goodbye, I said goodnight

It's all been done It's all been done It's all been done before

I knew you before the west was won And I heard you say the past Was much more fun You go your way, I go mine But I'll see you next time

It's all been done It's all been done It's all been done before

The Strokes - Under Cover of Darkness (the times between meetings)

We got the right to live, fight to use it Got everything but you can just choose it I won't just be a puppet on a string

Don't go that way I'll wait for you

And I'm tired of all your friends Listening at your door I want what's better for you

So long, my friend and adversary But I'll wait for you

Conor Oberst - To All the Lights in the Windows (Crowley POV, Aziraphale not quite meeting him half way wrt The Arrangement.  Talks about various biblical events throughout time, like they’re meeting up there)

Jesus off in the water, standing on His feet Yeah, that's the thing about charisma it makes everyone believe But there is nothing impossible When I'm with you and when you're with me I got a sad sinking feeling that, that can never be

But I'm going to do what I can for you, I will make a plea To all the lights in the windows, the puddles in the streets And all the lovers that you've been teasing from your balcony May they carry you far from my memory

Light a Roman Candle with Me (Crowley POV)

Light a roman candle with me Just a roman candle, you can wear your sandals And I'll pour you just one cup of tea. Then you can go and rest You haven't seen my best, so

Just spend an evening with me Just a lazy evening, then you could be leaving Or we could stay and talk until three. I will think it's magic and I'll hope you'll agree, so

Light a roman candle with me. Just a roman candle. Just a perfect apple.

If we were honest and both wrote a sonnet together A sandwich with everything on it, At least we would know that the sparks didn't glow But we owe it to ourselves to try, So we aim and ignite! So often I call and I plead with you: "Give me a chance!" It's not often that I understand The ins and the outs of what's wrong and what's right So don't think of tomorrow tonight.

Oh, I know, it goes on, it gets old But for now we're young, we smell good, we're alone

You look for a legend, I'm looking for common ground. Your heart isn't breaking, And mine isn't making a sound.

Oh I know, it goes on, it gets old Oh I know, it goes on, it gets old

Light a roman candle with me. Just a roman candle. Just a perfect apple.

Tears for Fears - Head Over Heels (mmm pining)

You keep your distance with a system of touch And gentle persuasion I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much? Oh, you're wasting my time You're just, just, just wasting time

Something happens and I'm head over heels I never find out till I'm head over heels Something happens and I'm head over heels Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart Don't, don't, don't throw it away

Throw it away Throw it away

Mother Mother - Problems

You and me, we're not the same I am a sinner, you are a saint When we get to the pearly gates You'll get the green light I'll get the old door in the face

Doo, doo, doo I'm a loser, a disgrace, yeah

I've found love in the strangest place Tied up and branded, locked in a cage I say I'm gonna stage a great escape Let loose and love all But baby we're out of place

Doo, doo, doo I'm a loser, a disgrace You're a beauty A luminary, in my face

I got it all, and not a lot, I got a lot less than a lot I've got problems, not just the ones that are little It's those people problems, it's something to consider When you come for dinner at my place

The Mountain Goats - New Zion (sort of a flashback to the garden, i don’t like to put really mellow songs at the very beginning of playlists so this was the best place i could fit this one in)

There were signs up in the sky When we gathered by the garden wall Everybody on his best behavior Listening for the altar call

High priest of Salem in his robes Ranting of the coming of the day Ravens at the gates Frightening all the visitors away

I lay down by the water Dreamed a dream of where I come from Old things made new Waiting for you

There were wooden wind chimes rustling In the trees above the anthills on the dunes On the high winds, we could hear them Old familiar tunes

The little bit of faith we had once Like the memory of a movie They got burned up in the great fire Reassembling itself slowly by surely

I lay down by the water Dreamed a dream of where I come from Old things made new Waiting for you

Tally Hall - Who You Are (Aziraphale POV)

Maybe there's something to being the one who you are Holding the thoughts in as you pull away in your car I get to thinking a little too often & All that I want is a little aloft & Maybe it's all too much thinking and not enough heart

How is it all of the people can know who you are? Off in the distance emitting a glow in the dark All of it subtle and all of it very bizarre How is it all of the people can know who you are? I see you Not too far

Armed to the teeth You will sit at the fireside We are the ones who have chosen the other side It was easy to see You were ready to be And it all falls down

You rose up and rode away underground Alone us finding our way to found

Catfish and the Bottlemen - Longshot

Go, ahead and tell me you got all you want Fiver says you're wrong And I suppose you've come down to help me Move things along ... Listen, the distance between us, could've took a while Once we closed that difference, you turned up like a friend of mine Every once in a while, the little things make me smile As if one of our longshots paid off One of our longshots paid off

So yeah, go, ahead and tell me something real Come on, how'd you feel? And I suppose you've come down to help me Answer to the riddle To the riddle

Why we laughed it off and we're wise enough, who knows?

Queen - You’re My Best Friend (obligatory)

Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had I've been with you such a long time You're my sunshine and I want you to know That my feelings are true I really love you Oh, you're my best friend

Ooh, you make me live

Ooh, I've been wandering 'round But I still come back to you In rain or shine

Apples in Stereo - Baroque

In the moonlight I see my memories In a new light, they seem so real to me I remember You know I remember And the starlight tripping in the sky Come on, we can still go there tonight I remember You know I remember We haven't changed We just feel a little strange We haven't changed We're just a little bit deranged

Umphrey’s McGee - Made to Measure (Crowley POV, “’you go too fast for me???’ what’s that supposed to mean??”)

Please excuse this I know it's rude But I was just trying to satisfy someone who requested mine You're hard to please And no one knows just what you need If you won't ever ask for help then how am I to tell? Uncomfortable You wear it well The sooner that you come around, the offer's waited to be found Anytime you need it I am already there and waiting What's yours is mine but you’re inclined to hesitate to try Don't get me wrong here I just want to make my intentions clear There's no room for reading into deep, if things aren't written down As soon as I've been told That you will not be sold Then we could all move forward here, and find our endings well You need a break It's hard to take the time When things will just move faster and we're never ever slowing down Anytime you need it I'm already there and waiting What's yours is mine but you’re inclined to hesitate to try And after all the bullshit shuffled, piles up inside There's only room for you and me And what we've left to try

Hayley Kiyoko - What I Need (”I’m going to alpha centauri and I won’t even THINK about you!”)

All the back and forth getting complicated Running me around got me frustrated No, that's why I been laying low If you wanna make it work, baby, gotta say it Need a little more than participation Oh, I could go be on my own ... What I need, what I need, what I need Is for you to be sure 

The Mountain Goats - San Bernardino (Az POV, unsure of timeline placement on this one but it’s very tender)

We got in your car and we hit the highway Eastern sun was rising over the mountains Yellow and blood-red bits Like a kaleidoscope

And flaming swords may guard the garden of Eden But we consulted maps from earlier days Dead languages on our tongues Holding onto our last hope

And the day was bright and fine And the highway sign Said "San Bernardino Welcomes you!"

I checked us into our motel and filled the bathtub And you got in the warm, warm water I pulled petals from my pocket I loved you so much just then

Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone with You (another tender, possibly Az POV song)

I'd swim across Lake Michigan I'd sell my shoes I'd give my body to be back again In the rest of the room

To be alone with you To be alone with you To be alone with you To be alone with you

You gave your body to the lonely They took your clothes You gave up a wife and a family You gave your goals

To be alone with me To be alone with me To be alone with me You went up on a tree

To be alone with me you went up on the tree

I've never known a man who loved me

Elbow - Starlings (Crowley POV)

How dare the premier ignore my invitations? He'll have to go So too the bunch he luncheons with It's second on my list of things to do

At the top I'm stopping by Your place of work and acting like I haven't dreamed of you and I And marriage in an orange grove

You are the only thing In any room you're ever in I'm stubborn, selfish and too old

I sat you down and told you how The truest love that's ever found is for oneself You pulled apart my theory With a weary and disinterested sigh

So yes, I guess I'm asking you To back a horse that's good for glue and nothing else But find a man that's truer than Find a man that needs you more than I

Sit with me a while And let me listen to you talk about Your dreams and your obsessions I'll be quiet and confessional

The violets explode inside me When I meet your eyes Then I'm spinning and I'm diving Like a cloud of starlings Darling, is this love?

The Cure - Why Can’t I Be You?

You're so gorgeous I'll do anything I'll kiss you from your feet to where your head begins You're so perfect you're so right as rain You make me Make me, make me, make me hungry again

Everything you do is irresistible Everything you do is simply kissable Why can't I be you? ... Everything you do is simply delicate Everything you do is quite angelicate Why can't I be you? Why can't I be you?

Hozier - It Will Come Back (Crowley POV, don’t be kind to me i’ll get attached oh shit oh shit it already happened aughh)

I know who I am when I'm alone Something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey don't feed me I will come back

Can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you Oh please, give me mercy no more That's a kindness you can't avoid! I want you baby tonight, as sure as you're born

You'll hear me howling outside your door Don't you hear me howling babe?

The Mountain Goats - So Desperate (Az POV)

We were parked in your car In our neutral meeting place, the Episcopalian churchyard I had things I'd been meaning to say But in the dazzling winter sun that late, I could feel them melt away

And through the warm radio static I couldn't hear my stage directions And the fog on the windshield Obscured our sad reflections

I felt so desperate In your arms I felt so desperate In your arms

We were parked near some trees And the moonlight soaked the branches in ever deepening degrees Had my hand in your hair Trying to keep my cool until it became too much to bear

When we cracked the windows open Well, the air was just so sweet We could hear the cars ten feet away Out there in the street

I felt so desperate In your arms I felt so desperate In your arms

Velvet Underground - I’ll Be Your Mirror

When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you

Mitski - Strawberry Blonde (pining)

I love everybody Because I love you I don't need the city, and I Don't need proof All I need, darling Is a life in your shape I picture it, soft And I ache

Ok Go - Last Leaf (Crowley POV, i will go as slow as you need me to)

If you should be the last Autumn leaf hanging from the tree I'll still be here waiting on the breeze to bring you down to me

And if it takes forever Forever it'll be And if it takes forever Forever it'll be

And if you should be the last seed in Spring to venture forth a leaf I'll still be here waiting on the rain to warm your heart for me

And if it takes forever Forever it'll be And if it takes forever Forever it'll be

Coldplay - Til Kingdom Come

Hold my head inside your hands I need someone who understands I need someone, someone who hears For you, I've waited all these years

For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come Until my day, my day is done And say you'll come and set me free Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me

In your tears and in your blood In your fire and in your flood I hear you laugh, I heard you sing I wouldn't change a single thing

And the wheels just keep on turning The drummers begin to drum I don't know which way I'm going I don't know what I'll become

White Lies - A Place to Hide (mixed POV, apocalypse starts)

I've been searching through my books to try and find some truth Perhaps disguised as a mysterious way And if I made a promise Could I stay by your side? Would you guarantee my safety And say that I'd be all right?

But if Judgment Day started tonight at least I'd know I was right And I'd be laughing at the end of the world Take my hand tonight I'll think we'll be alright, girl

And I can see it on the TV, there's an air attack People of the mountains screaming I'll be back And I'm banging on your door so come on and let me in Need a place to hide, I need a place to hide before the storm begins

If I told you all the times when I'd done wrong Could you bathe my soul and wash it all away? I can't forgive the things that I can still remember So I think my friendly sins are here to stay

New Pornographers - Adventures in Solitude (Somebody killed my best friend)

Balancing on one wounded wing Circling the edge of the never ending The best of the vanished marvels Have gathered inside your door

More than begin but less than forget But spirits born from the not happened yet Gathering there to pay off a debt Brought back from the wars

We thought, we lost you We thought, we lost you We thought, we lost you Welcome back ... I know you want to run far away From one more and that it's comin' at a bad time Some cold place heartless ways for all we know

I know you need to breathe through Come back, come too but it's comin' at a bad time Tangled day, for all we know

I know you want to run far away from one more And that's comin' at a bad time Some cold race heartless ways for all we know

I know you want to breathe through Come back, come too but it's comin' at a bad time Old scarred face survivor's guilt, for all we know

Snow Patrol - The Lightning Strike (What if This Storm Ends?) (Crowley POV, you’re back!  oh god i could’ve lost you forever.)

What if this storm ends? And I don't see you As you are now Ever again

The perfect halo Of gold hair and lightning Sets you off against The planet's last dance

Just for a minute The silver forked sky Lit you up like a star That I will follow

Now it's found us Like I have found you I don't want to run Just overwhelm me

What if this storm ends? And leaves us nothing Except a memory A distant echo

I want pinned down I want unsettled Rattle cage after cage Until my blood boils

I want to see you As you are now Every single day That I am living

Painted in flames All peeling thunder Be the lightning in me That strikes relentless

Grandaddy - A.M. 180 (the apocalypse is over.  please still hang out with me?  we can do anything, no need for serious plans.  whatever together.)

Don't change your name Keep it the same For fear I may lose you again I know you won't It's just that I am unorganized And I want to find you when Something good happens

If you come down We'll go to town I haven't been there for years But I'd be fine Wasting our time Not doing anything here Just doing nothing

We'll sit for days And talk about things Important to us like whatever We'll defuse bombs Walk marathons And take home whatever together

Whatever together

My Chemical Romance - The Only Hope for Me is You (okay maybe we have a little trauma abt the apocalypse, anyway i love you?)

Where were you when All of the embers fell I still remember there Covered in ash Covered in glass Covered in all my friends I still Think of the bombs they built

If that's the best that I could be? Than I'd be another memory Can I be the only hope for you? Because you're the only hope for me And if we can't find where we belong, We'll have to make it on our own Face all the pain and take it on Because the only hope for me is you alone

How it should you be Many years after the disasters that we've seen What we have learned Other than people burn in purifying flame

I say it's okay I know you can tell And though you can see me smile I still Think of the guns they sell

Delta Spirit - Yamaha (Az POV, I’m sorry about the wait, I love you too)

I've been alone too many nights Too proud to tell you when you're right A little patience would have helped me then A lot like the break has been the common standard All the angels above the earth I prayed Said this message right into her head There's certain things in life I cannot take And I will wait

I hope you know I care I hope you know I care

So cold, I know you can't believe it Sometimes you gotta face the feelin' You don't care if you don't get up again There's a thousand things I will not understand (I hope you know I care) Now you're dealin' with the hell I put you through If I had my way I would be right there next to you There's certain things in life you cannot change There's certain things

I hope you know I care

Tally Hall - The Whole World and You (Crowley POV?)

There's lots of pretty people here Sharing soltries and passing letters and

There's lots of questions answered and Metaphysical astronomical songs

Words printed all on papers That seemed too mystical It's so magical

People that dance and compute that No one's better then you ...  I hope you're happy now I've revealed the truth I've even written this whole song about you And not about me And not about me

Please don't just laugh and clap right now This is serious I'm not delirious

I've waited very patiently Just to let you know Who should run the show

Cause we all know these are the facts Nothing to retract Nothing too abstract

Concluding in the song I'll say No one's better than you

Ashley Eriksson - Island Song (South Downs cottage)

Come along with me To a town beside the sea We can wander through the forest And do so as we please Come along with me To a cliff under a tree Where we'll gaze upon the water As an everlasting dream All of my affections I give them all to you Maybe by next summer We won't have changed our tune I still want to be In this town beside the sea Making up new numbers And living so merrily All of my affections I give them all to you I'll be here for you always And always be for you Come along with me To a town beside the sea We can wander through the forest And do so as we please Living so merrily

The Mountain Goats - Genesis 30:3

I remember seeing you, my tongue struck dumb When you first came here from wherever it was you came from The power in your voice, your rough touch You keeping care of me, keeping watch ... For several hours we lay there, last ones of our kind Harder days coming, maybe I don't mind Sounds kind of dumb when I say it, but it's true I would do anything for you

Open up the promise of the day Drive the dark things away I will do what you ask me to do Because of how I feel about you 

The Civil Wars - C’est La Mort (stay with me forever?)

Swan dive down eleven stories high Hold your breath until you see the light You can sink to the bottom of the sea Just don't go without me

Go get lost where no one can be found Drink so long and deep until you drown Say your goodbyes but darling if you please Don't go without me

C'est la vie C'est la mort You and me Forevermore

Let's walk down the road that has no end Steal away where only angels tread Heaven or hell or somewhere in between Cross your heart to take me when you leave Don't go, please don't go Don't go without me

The Magnetic Fields - When my Boy Walks Down the Street

Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat Everyone sings hallelujah when my boy walks down the street Life just kind of dances through ya from your smile down to your feet

Amazing he's a whole new form of life Blue eyes blazing and he's going to be my wife

Sufjan Stevens - With My Whole Heart

And you're all I want (I fell in love, I fell in love the moment that I met you) And you're all I need (I give my life, I give my love, promise I will protect you) And you're all I've got (I will not rest until I know the best is always with you) And I still believe (I confess the world's a mess but I will always love you)

Tally Hall (edu) - Nowhere Else

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be Than in this moment you and me No place else I’d rather go No one else I’d rather know ... When the daylight turns to dusk Our energy a cosmic dust Trust with that in which you feel Love til the end ... love the lost and love the loved live below and love above love the earth and love the trees love those who give their lives for peace love all you call your family love you found a place to be love the ones with whom you fight love the ones who spend the night love the rich and love the poor love for want and want for more love the smile and simple things like those who want to live to sing love the ghost of what has passed love the trying till the last love the sick and love the strong love all who'll learn to get along

Frank Sinatra - I’ve Got a Crush on You

I'm your big and brave and handsome Romeo How I won you I shall never never know It's not that you're attractive But, oh, my heart grew active When you came into view I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie All the day and night-time hear me sigh I never had the least notion that I could fall with so much emotion

Could you coo, could you care For a cunning cottage we could share The world will pardon my mush 'Cause I have got a crush on you

Miracle Musical - Dream Sweet in Sea Major

Children born of one emotion Our devotion's deepest ocean No division reasoned we'll be Free

To know We are beyond a bow And lo, the hues arrange to show It's perfectly clear

You look quite divine tonight Here among these vibrant lights Pure delights surround us as we sail Signed, yours truly, the whale

Joy mirage's kingdom come No one left at stake Now that existence is on the wake Let's see what we can make

Apart is wholly ending A line in any final song So long so far

We will be atoning At last eternal through the past Above a blinding star

[shizekarnstein]

Ok let's get over this.

This fucking chapter? With the heartwrenching title? This is saddest thing I've read in YEARS.

I'll do a brief commentary of every chatacter.

Reiner: he's done. So done with everything. The only thing that keeps him going is saving those kids and like Bert 5 years ago, to put and end to everything. If they manage to stop Eren and Zeke in his mind everything will be alright. That's why he fought so desesperatly until the end, reafirming his words back from 5 years ago about Eren's possesion of the FT. When he sees Falco's transformation and that Zeke is apparently out of comission, he thinks the mission is over and his last act is to try and save Falco. He's at peace with his choice. Sadly for him Porco beats him to it, and seeing Porco sacrifice himself just like Marcel is the final nail: he snaps. I've never see him like that and wasn't ever aware he possesed that kind of determination. We'll see what's to become of him in the future.

Porco: oh god Porco. Finally touching Reiner, who was touching the FT, allowed him a glimpse into his brothers memory and to at last understand Marcel's feelings and the sheer love he had for him. He manipulated the military just to spare him and even died trying to protect other people. Not only that, he realised one of the reasons he saved Reiner is bc of guilt; after all Reiner was only in that island bc he couldn't bear to see his little brother enduring that burden. When Zeke and Colt are conversing and Zeke states that he totally understands where Colt is coming from, he's deeply shaken. That's why he decides to save Falco. He has the power to, and is once and for all free of all the doubts he had concerning his own brother and his own place in the world. He could had let Falco eat Reiner, but choose to offer up himself. I shed bitter tears for him, bc it was not only very brave but also such a caring gesture; just as his brother chose to save him and later Reiner, and witnessing Colt trying to comfort Falco until the end, he decided that saving Falco was the right thing to do.

Zeke. Agh. Everything about Zeke hurt me. How can someone commit such vicious acts and at the same time remain so utterly human about his decisions? It was portrayed marvelously. Even empathizing with Colts feelings and caring about his former comrades, he still makes the choice to scream and complete his mission. His worry for Eren beyond just a part of his goals has always been clear to me, but I dare anyone to read this chapter and say that Zeke doesn't give a fuck about Eren. He loves him. And seeing himself in Colt and even Eren in Falco shook him so much. He felt remorse for what he was about to do, and decided to sacrificing them still despite of that. Zeke is an amazingly complex character and I can't wait to see what's he going to do now. Did you all see his face and his frantic attempts to reach out to Eren? The sheer sorrow in his eyes when Gabi pulled the trigger? Im devastated along with him.

Colt. I don't know what to say about Colt. Just thinking about him has me sobbing. How he begged and plead with his former mentor to please spare his brother. At that point he didn't give two flying fucks about the war and eldia and marley. The only thing he wanted was his brothers safety. He tried to appeal to Zeke, to remind him that the only reason he had joined up is bc he didn't want his family, a family of former traitors, to be titanized. And after everything he tried that exact scenerio would still happen. He even clarifies that the only thing he wants is time to get Falco away from hearing range, just a few minutes. After all Zeke would never harm children. Sadly, even though his feelings reached Zeke, it's all for nothing. He failed. And even then he spent his last seconds hugging his brother and reassurring him. If that was the end he wasn't about to let go of Falco and leave him alone. He was going to die, and Falco was about to turn into a mindless titan, but he could still share one last embrace with his little brother. After all what's the point anymore if Falco is a gonner? Excuse me I'll never stop crying about this. Colt loved him so deeply and still he couldn't save him how is this ok?????

Eren.

Oh Eren.

A quick check into my profile would tell you that he's my absolute favorite character. As you can guess this chapters been hell to me. There's no much I can say about him without ugly sobbing all over my phone, but here's a few things. Eren cares. His face when he noticed the 104th was out there fighting. His terror that anything bad would happen to one of them again. His expression when he heard Colts pleas. Im 100% sure he's gonna be alright but I didn't need to see a panel of his head getting blown up. It's the stuff of nightmares for me. I love him the best, and seeing him getting hurt like that or even terrified like in the rest of the chapter hits me ten times stronger than if the same thing was happening to any other character. I've already cried rivers over him. And I pray with all my strenght next months delivers swift answers regarding his fate bc Im physically unable to bear this anxiety and sorrow for longer than that.

I could talk about Pieck or the Military of Paradis. I could talk about Armin, Mikasa, Connie and Jean and how great it was seeing them in action again. I could even talk about Floch and how he's again the sole survivor of his squadron in the same fucking city. Even Yelena's creepy panel merits tons of analysis.

Instead of that Id like to end this post talking about Gabi.

Gabi is a character that always made me uncomfortable bc I can't bear the idea of child soldiers. It's sickening and disgusting and all manners of fucked up. Shes a brainwashed child soldier to boot. What a joy. Violence is second nature to her thanks to her enviroment and her training. Beneath all that tho, she is a selfless girl that only wants to save her people.

This chapter we see her grabbing a fucking horse to help Falco get away from the range of Zeke's scream. I teared up right then. After that she witness Falco's transformation along side with Colts death. And then Porcos death. When she sees a chance to stop the man that's the center of all this conflict, filled with grief, she grabs it. That is the same man that wrecked her hometown and caused the deaths of her friends. The same man that's right now running towards Zeke, for who she has mixed feelings bc even if he's betraying them she knew him. It's easier to pour all her pain into Eren, someone she doesn't have sentimental ties with. That's why she shoots. It's easy to understand and even if her sudden mastering of a new gun model without repercutions raises a few eyebrows, that's all there is to it. That a child is so used to violence to make the decision so quickly fills me with pain.

That's all y'all I'll be over here crying my eyes out and praying for Eren.

[odeuteros-blog]

                --------------------- deutero- ;

                                                               second; secondary: //; (  deu·ter·ag·o·nist :  the person second in importance to the protagonist in a drama. )

           hey what up i’ve got stats homework im neglecting !!

    * slaps the roof of this post * this bad boy can fit so much useless fucking info in it ( including my ooc intro but like , ) 

     ----- alrighty lets rock & roll buckaroos i’m linx, i’ve been on this earth two decades too long,,, and i’m in the est. canada baby. i’m super excited to write w/ y’all and i haven’t written an oc in ten years so bear w/ me & my word vomit yea?

mattias eriksson was born and raised ( for the most part)  in an itty bitty tiny fishing village in iceland. by itty bitty we’re talking a population of about 300 ( pretty much based off suðureyri ). he was the middle child in a family that was ( now looking back ) at most times insufferable.

there’s tragedy somewhere in there. before he was capable of remembering anything. his parents sung praises when it came to his older brother but time reveals all truths. or at least articles and news clippings do.  he’s four ( give or take ) when his brother is ‘ murdered ‘ by a super-human. he’s about fifteen when he puts the pieces together ( his brother wasn’t savagely murdered - on the contrary - he antagonized and harassed the ability harnessing girl until it boiled over & blew up in his face. all too literally. ) finally, he’s nineteen when he gets the FUCK out of there. 

plenty happens in the in-between. he’s raised in an intolerant household. anyone who wasn’t STRICTLY human was an abomination, a curse, a plague upon this earth. his parents constantly spitting venom when it came to the loss of their firstborn son // while matti, conflicted, found it hard to mourn for a man he hardly knew. his focus much more so on his younger sister - who was, well, alive. there. real. 

from a young age, he thrived on challenge. puzzles. anything to exercise the brain. there was always a better way to do something. he was often scolded for sticking his nose where it didn’t need to be - in adult business. eventually having enough of being chased off - he branched out. made some friends. two, in particular, stood out. a brother and sister ;  patrek and magnea. in time the trio was inseperable. 

eventually, a strain showed itself. patrek didn’t fit the strict /human/ criteria that mattias’ had grown up on - but time healed wounds, and his had barely been there. he couldn’t carry his parent’s grief. couldn’t pin that on his friend. but patrek’s secret wasn’t his to keep and it came out - with it came an unspoken ultimatum ; cut his ties with his friends or suffer the consequences with his family. the choice was fairly clear, though no less painful.

knowing there was nothing there for him in his hometown, except a life of fishing, it was time to take leave. the siblings aspired for more just as he did & so the three parted with their respective homes. no goodbyes. no notes. mattias leaves while his parents are at work - his biggest regret to this day is never saying goodbye to his sister. if they knew, he’d never have been able to leave. he needed the headstart. 

like something out of a film, patrek aspired to do more with his abilities and so begun mattias’ life as the man behind the scenes. finally able to stick his nose in ‘ adult business ‘. it was a bit campy - but it was exciting. they lived a life on the road, constantly moving. helping where they could. mattias learned his way around technology, being hands on where he could. however, he never wished for the limelight. did not want to be on the spread of a newspaper. he just wanted to help his friends. there was some petty theft on their part ( you had to eat and sometimes money was short ) but they managed to stay on the straight and narrow. this lasted for three years.

something had to go awry eventually. he’s too close to the scene, catches an injury that initially looked, not horrible. a scar would become a permanent fixture on his skin - but he’d survive. --------- until infection sets in. until it blossoms into something their petty medical skills can’t cover. maybe slapping some bandages and medical tape on it & calling it a day hadn’t been such a good idea. they were still kids ---- and they’d fucked up. 

their hand is forced. petrek and magnea drop him off at the nearest hospital - welcome to crystalline city - and have no choice but to continue on their way less their reputation should precede them and they get caught up with law enforcement. sometimes it was just easier to be ‘ the man behind the scenes ‘. 

one hefty hospital bill later and he’s now resident in crystalline - much, MUCH, larger than where he’d originated. there’s some forgery on his part and plenty of loans and he eventually lands himself an apartment with the bare minimum. it’s a lot at twenty-two with an education that is scarce on paper - but he’s worldly & where there’s a will, there’s a way.

you can’t say he doesn’t have drive. it takes some time to scout out a job but he’s not above some begging and pleading if he has to ( he wants to keep that roof above his head somehow ). haggis tech is his beacon of hope and saving grace * finger guns to the real MVP harriet haggis. perhaps there was embellishing on his part - a resume and interview really was just about selling ones self - but he knew he had what it took to back it up - and nothing he’d ever done thus far was out of malintent. eventually ( more like somehow ) he lands on the radar of the harriet haggis and finds himself as a trainee. godspeed. 

TL ; DR or the simplified summary

he’s just happy to be here.

on an emo note ; the type of person to feel lonely in a room full of people. would rather shy away from large crowds. 

perpetually homesick even though his family / save for his sister / were assholes. they were still his mom and dad. also probably a little heartbroken because the likelihood of them ever looking for him or putting out a missing person notice is slim to nothing and he knows it - probably checked. shit was just too :/ rough. the relationships were kind of shot.

probably checks in on their online activity - discreetly though. like a window into their lives. it’s probably the part of his life he keeps tight-lipped about. partly ashamed and partly hurt. 

& his friends kind of up and left him in the city so that adds to that sweet sweet homesick feeling. since that was his last tie. 

probably also overcoming his conflicted feelings about people with abilities. it’s more like having to correct a negative thought. he knows it's not true - but he can’t help but feel it upon first meeting. oh they’re inherently dangerous. but like ?? he sees heroes all the time. 

wanted/ideas for connections !!

give me that replacement for his little sibling. someone he dotes on. just let him fill ONE void in his life. 

someone who he’s just like ?? attached himself to. something about them makes him feel better. the kind of relationship where he’s put himself on their doorstep waiting for them to come home. he’s that friend who spends more time at your house than their own. he’s pretty solitary but this is like the one person(s) that he likes to just have occupied space?? like they don’t even have to be doing anything - just the presence alone is enough - listen im jsut trying to fill this sense of loneliness in his life don’t @ me. if you want to spice things up this person can be a villain / someone he probably shouldn’t be associating himself with. 

honestly im an angst hoe too so like throw anything angsty at me - enemies, friends to enemies idc. 

friends are fine

GIVE ME A BICKERING. oof i love a good hate/love. 

rivals

someone he might be trying to steer back onto the right path of life idk i mean he’s not squeaky clean but like out of villainy ?? that shits wack.

 he’s my dumb son and i LOVE HIM. sk;ld also my dumbass doesn’t have discord but if you want to plot my IMs are open just like ??? know me and plotting have a rocky relationship. 

[neo-cherryy]

“Will I Be the Lead?” (P3) || Finn Wolfhard

“Will I Be the Lead?” : Part 1 || Part 2

Requested: yessss

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Josh and Finn hang out whilst (Y/N) is away with her boyfriend, of whom both disapprove. Josh notices something and Finn comes to a realisation.

A/N: okay so this sucks but the next one will be golden // I wrote this whilst listening to Spendtime Palace & (Joe Keery’s band) Post Animal who im proper obsessed with

Get It Straight by Spendtime Palace blared out from the speakers of Josh’s car, after multiple song skips from Finn, since he used his phone through the aux cord. Both he and Josh were hanging out since (Y/N) was away on a skiing holiday in France, with her boyfriend and his family for the week. It had left the two boys to spend their time together, practically every single day. Finn was dancing in his seat but was stopped after his phone vibrated with a notification. He rolled his eyes and quickly showed Josh, as he turned his head down to look at Finn’s phone, he had the same reaction with an eye roll. It was yet another photo that she’d posted of her on the holiday, hugging the boyfriend.

Finn didn’t bother to double click and, instead, swiped up to close the app. “Daniel sucks arse,” Finn mumbled, putting his phone down and trying to listen to the music.

Josh laughed slightly, then spoke up over the music. “Did you see her dad roast him, though?” he asked, eyes diverting to the rear-view mirror and then back in front of him. Finn laughed, pointing towards him as he looked.

“Yeah, I did,” he shook his head and kept laughing. “She got so mad, it was hilarious,” the two laughed before Josh attempted to park the car in a spot near to the front entrance.

The two were attending a meeting about a making of a film, something they’d hoped (Y/N) would be around for. They specifically planned filming dates for when she got back off holiday, but the two were convinced that Daniel would get her not to. Finn nodded along as Josh described the film, occasionally adding things in himself.

“How long do you think we have to wait out here for?” Finn asked, agitated already after only a couple minutes. They’d been told to sit outside the room in a reception area so they’d decided to sit nearer on the balcony.

“I don’t know,” Josh said. “But long enough for us to talk about you and (Y/N),” the statement had caught Finn off guard. He just laughed and shook his head.

“What is there to talk about?” he questioned, shrugging as he spoke. “Just friends, always have been, never will be anything else,” Finn wasn’t sure what caused Josh to think anything different. Josh looked at him unconvinced, biting the inside of his lip in concentration. His eyes never left Finn for a few seconds before sighing and turning away.

“Besides,” Finn spoke up in attempts to defend himself. “She has a boyfriend, what is there to happen?”

Josh shook his head and laughed. “You mean ‘boyfriend’,” he held his hand up and quote marked with his fingers.

Finn laughed along, doing the same action with an obvious and sarcastic tone. “Oh yeah, boyfriend.”

“Josh, Finn?” A man in worn out jeans and a loose flannel walked out from the room, a smile tugged on his beaming face. “We’re ready.”

“Dude,” Josh wailed his arms about as the two skated down the street. “You cheated,” Finn laughed as Josh pointed towards him, doing a trick and then standing still.

“I didn’t,” he swatted his hand away. “Believe it or not,” he crouched down on his board, circling Josh, poking at his calves as he went round.

“You did,” Jake called out from the sidewalk, he was sat down next to Wyatt, previously watching the two bickering boys race each other. Finn held his arms up at him, fake shock plastered on his face. “Sorry, man,” he laughed, holding a hand to his chest.

Finn hummed. “Apology not accepted,” he crawled his skateboard towards him, jumping off abruptly and hugging his head. He kissed the top of his head multiple times and walked away to sit back on his skateboard. “Now I forgive you,” he moved his board side to side with his feet, alike to how he subconsciously spun on (Y/N)’s desk chair. Josh went closer to the group, all sat in opposite each other. 

“Have you guys ever glitched?” Josh spoke up, the others thought for a second before shaking their heads, all confused slightly by his question. “Like you know that can happen? Minor glitches in your life, like seeing a bird just hover or like maybe your eye twitches randomly for too long.”

“I don’t think that’s what can happen,” Jake spoke softly, thinking about it as he spoke.

“No,” Finn waved. “I actually think it can,” he turned to look at Josh. “The whole idea of the world being like a virtual reality, or something like that,” Josh nodded and clapped his hands. “Yeah, I don’t think my life’s ever glitched, though,” everyone stayed quiet. “(Y/N) would be talking for, like, ever, right now,” everyone laughed, mumbling in agreement.

Josh stood and patted Jake’s leg. “Race me,” he stood up along with Josh and they began to skate down the street. Finn moved to sit on the sidewalk next to Wyatt, legs out in front of him with his feet rested on his board. “One of you shout for us to go,” Josh called from down the other end.

“Go!” Finn shouted, both him and Wyatt laughing as Josh tried to win. He held a Naruto pose in hopes it would help with his speed, but it did nothing but make him slower. He extended his arm to try and knock Jake off. “Josh, stop,” he laughed.

“C’mon, lads,” Wyatt cheered, clapping his hands in motivation and excitement. “Jake, hurry up.”

“Yeah, I’m trying,” he screeched, as the two skated passed quickly. “That was me-“

“NO!” Josh screamed back in defence. “I won,” Finn shook his head and looked to Wyatt. Both stood up and walked towards Josh, and Jake. “Fuck,” he pretended to cry and hit his foot down on his board. “I’m suing.”

“My love,” Finn pleaded jokingly, falling to his knees and clasping his hands together. “Please have mercy.”

Josh and Finn would rather be anywhere else but here, at Daniel’s bands gig, which she had begged them to go to. They were stood towards the back, (Y/N) focused on the stage intently as her boyfriend played. It wasn’t that the band was bad, it was more to do with the fact that they didn’t like Daniel.

“They’re alright,” Finn shrugged. “I mean, he sucks but the others are good,” he made Josh laugh too loud, causing her to turn confused. They both gave her thumbs up for reassurance and faked a dance, she squinted at them before turning and laughing too.

Josh watched Finn, who was unaware of this, as his eyes diverted to (Y/N) multiple times. Josh never said anything, but he kept a mental note of the way he looked at her, and at the way he watched her swoon over the guitarist. He saw him occasionally roll his eyes, get uncomfortable and look to the floor. “Hey,” Josh spoke to Finn closely, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I’ve never asked why you dislike him so much.”

Finn shrugged, leaning close to Josh as well, but sideways as he kept a close eye on Daniel. “Same reasons as you, he’s just so egotestical,” Josh chuckled.

“It’s egotistical,” he corrected, patting his back. Finn looked at him, dead in the eye, and shook his head.

“I know what I said,” His eyes diverted to the attention of her coming towards them, beaming with her hands to her lips in a prayer sign. “Hi,” he laughed slightly.

“They’re really good, don’t you think?” she smiled, looking at the two. They looked to each other as they nodded, pulling convincing faces of interest.

“So good,” they muttered at the same time. “Like, wow,” they laughed, shaking their heads in false amazement. She clapped her hands and pulled the two into a hug, in which they both looked at each other wide eyed, feeling some sort of guilt. Finn then soon smiled to himself, which Josh caught, not that Finn had realised this again.

“Holy shit,” Josh pointed at Finn, looking over at Wyatt and Josh who were both wide eyed and their mouths were pulled up into knowing smirks. He turned back to Finn, “You like her.”

“No I don’t,” he laughed humourlessly and pulled a face, faking disgust. He blushed slightly and averted eye contact with him.

“Yeah you do,” He laughed, jumping and getting giddy, Wyatt and Jake doing the same from the couch. “Like it may be very subconscious but you definitely feel something for her because you don’t look at her like you wanna fist-bump her and push her to another boy, you look at her like she’s the only person in the world at that moment. You look at her as if you’ve never seen someone so amazing in your life,” he was out of breathe from talking so fast and was getting hyped. He began to bounce when he’d thought of another comparison. “No, you know what, you look at her the way she looks at a really good film or the sky at sunset,” he began to rise his voice in excitement. “No, even better, you look at her the way Mike looks at Eleven. Is that why it’s so full of compassion? Because you imagine looking at her?” Finn was amused at how excited and passionate Josh was being.

“Look,” Finn sighed, calming Josh down. He looked at Finn with anticipation. “Maybe I do,” Josh bounded along with Wyatt and Jake. “But,” he shouted, causing everyone to stop. “I’m not gonna be that guy that takes her away from someone and I’m not wrecking a friendship over some stupid crush,” he shrugged, looking at the ground. Wyatt and Jake sat down as Josh looked at Finn in the eyes, listening to him intently. “Okay, so yeah, but what am I supposed to do? You know, I’m not gonna serenade her and tell her to be with me because if she liked me, then she wouldn’t be with someone else,” Josh nodded. “It just sucks because I think we’d really work but then it’d fuck the whole friendship group up, because no doubt we wouldn’t want to be around each other if it didn’t work out.”

“You think people get married and think ‘okay yeah but don’t get your hopes up this won’t last’ or have kids and think the same?” Finn shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck as Josh spoke. “They take it as it comes, they go with the flow,” the boys motioned a wave, making Finn laugh slightly. “When I say her name, what do you think about?”

“Her?“

“Specifically,” he sighed, putting his hand to his forehead as he shook his head. “Like what specifically comes to mind?”

“I don’t know, I guess,” he thought for a second. “Her photography’s pretty good, I mean it’s more than pretty good it’s insane!” Josh waved for him to carry on. “She’s so creative, you know, and like we could be sat there and she’d always have something to say… about anything. You could get her to talk about cheese for over an hour and you wouldn’t be able to help but smile, because she’d come up with a film based around one singular piece of cheese,” he laughed to himself. “She’s perfect, and I know people complain about when you describe them as that because, you know, define perfect, but she is.”

“Finny is whipped,” Jake called out, making everyone laugh. “I’m gonna tear up.”

“My heart is crying,” Wyatt clenched at the material of his shirt by his chest. “That was the cutest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah,” Josh said. “When we do this music video, guess who’s gonna become a total jealous wreck?”

Finn looked confused and then finally caught on. “Doubt it.” Josh raised his eyebrows as Finn rolled his eyes. “’l’ll take your word for it, then, but this is a bad idea.”

“Since when have my ideas ever been good?” Josh laughed. “Doesn’t mean they never work, they always work.”

@trash-baby-edge-lord

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@tapetayloe

@love-your-little-thingss

@triggerfingerfunction

@pinkfairyfluff

@trickyholland

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[imaginebeauty]

Second Chances // Part 13

Second Chances Masterlist

Masterlist

Words: 1305 Pairings: Bellamy x Reader Warnings: Nothing really? Episode: 2x01 The 48; 2x02 Inclement Weather

References: Hallelujah; Vincent van Gogh

Author’s Note: This part is very much a filler consider not much happens inside Mount Weather until the whole Cage problem so some episodes might be mashed together. There is something in this chapter that will be referred to later on, and I’m not going to tell you what it is. When it comes back in a later part you’ll know because I will make is super obvious.

       You opened your eyes, only to snap them shut at the intense brightness. You carefully opened your eyes again, trying to let them adjust. Once you were sure you weren’t going blind, you looked around the room you were in. It was completely white except for the paintings that hung on the wall.

        You sat up, but when you moved your arm you felt something tug at it. Looking at your forearm, you realized there was an IV hooked up to you. Yanking from your skin, you stood up and looked around the room. Everything was white, all white. All except a painting, that had blues and yellows framed in a beautiful wooden frame. 

        “Vincent van Gogh..” You mumbled, looking over the painting. 

        “Very good,” A deep voice said, making you jump and swing your head around to see who it was. You saw an old man who had wrinkles and white hairs from his long life. “Do you know what it’s called?” He asked, meeting your eyes.

        “Oh, um, it’s called Starry Night Over the Rhone by Vincent van Gogh painted in 1888,” You answered. “Who are you?”

        “I’m President Wallace. I didn’t know you were an artist,” He stated, trying to make conversation.

        “I’m not, that’s Clarke. I just know a lot about art. My mother liked it,” You said hesitantly. 

        “Ah, what do you like to do?” He asked.

        “I like poetry and music,” You answered. “Where am I?” 

        “You, my dear, are in Mount Weather. Don’t worry, we aren’t going to hurt you. Some of your friends are waiting for you. I’ll bring you some clothes,” He stated, before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

        You followed him and looked out the glass window into the hallway.  

        In what felt like forever, someone rolled in a hanger full of clothes. You shuffled through your choices, a giddy feeling rising in your chest. It’s been forever since you’ve seen decent clothes, let alone dresses. You picked out a nice blue dress and brown sandals.

       You looked in the mirror they supplied with the clothes and noticed your face was still nasty. There was a gash across your nose and cheek, a cut directly in the middle of your bottom lip, and bruise around the side your face by your eye. 

        You walked over to the window again and knocked on the door, hoping someone would let you out. A couple minutes later, Wallace returned and opened the door, gesturing you to walk out. You followed behind him silently, eyes frantically scanning your surroundings but all you saw was concrete walls. 

        When you stepped into a room, your eyes landed on a group of teenagers, and you instantly recognized 2 of them.

        “Y/N!”

        “Jasper! Monty!” You called, running up and hugging the two boys. 

        “Is Finn here? Bellamy?” You asked, hoping that they were both ok.

        All you got was a sad shake of the head.

        You sat across from Monty and Jasper. You ate your piece of chocolate cake, moaning at the delicious dessert. “This is single-handedly the best thing I have ever eaten in my entire life,” You stated, earning giggles from Jasper and Monty as they enjoyed their desserts.

        Y’all continued to goof around until Clarke started making her way over. 

        “Hey,” She greeted, though there was not a hint of warmth in her voice.

        “Sup,” You greeted back, your inner teenager coming back alive.

        “Sit down and pretend you’re happy to see me,” She demanded.

        “We are happy to see you,” Jasper said.

        “They gave us a map with no exits. I need you to tell me everything you’ve seen. Every room, every hallway, ever way out,” She ordered.

        “Way out? Look around you, Clarke. There’s no one hunting us here. First time in our lives we’re not hungry. Why would we want to leave?” Jasper argued, and you silently agreed with him. You liked it there, it was peaceful, happy. They had art you only seen in books and on computers from the Ark, but they actually had them. They had music, beautiful music. You never wanted to leave.

        “Because we have friends out there who need our help,” She stated coldly, making you look down at your food.

        “They’re looking for survivors, and they’re way better equipped to find them than we are,” Jasper pointed out.          

        “This place is too good to be true,” She stated.

        Jasper got up to get cake and was later followed by Clarke, though you stayed with Monty.

        Your conversation was interrupted when alarms started screaming at you. You instantly knew who did this, as you darted up and towards the commotion to find Clarke threatening to pull a lever.

        “Clarke, no!” If you pull that lever, these people will die. Even a little radiation can kill them,” Jasper pleaded as a girl held a gun to her.

        “Don’t make me shoot you,” The girl said, a look of fear on her face.

        “Wait. Wait. Clarke. Don’t do this,” You begged. Clarke was your friend, and you didn’t want her to get shot.

        “I don’t believe them,” Clarke said.

        “Why would they lie? Listen to me. We are safe here because of you. We’re safe,” You stated.

        “Not all of us,” She argued, making you sigh.

        “I’m the one that fired the rockets. Should I not have done that? Clarke, when you pulled that lever, you saved lives. Don’t throw that away by pulling this one,” Jasper begged.

        Bellamy sat on the ground, tied to a pole in the Ark. He sat in silence until Kane came to interrogate him.

        “How long are you gonna keep me locked up in here?” Bellamy asked, his face stone cold.

        “Until I’m confident you’re no longer a threat to others. Where was the last time you saw Y/N? Was she okay?” Kane asked first.

        At the sound of your name, Bellamy’s heart started to race, though his expression suggested otherwise. “I last saw her on the dropship with Clarke and the others. She was fine.”

        Throughout the next couple weeks, you were exposed to a lot of things. Wallace showed you the original Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh, your mother’s favorite painting. He gave you books and books full of poetry and showed you music you never knew existed.

        Sitting in the empty room full of paintings and books you scrolled through one of the many books of poetry.

      You read about half the book, before deciding to take a break and listen to some of the music Wallace gave to you. Putting the little iPod thing on shuffle, music started to play. You listened to one song, in particular, and suddenly it was as if you had to listen to it again. Finding it, you put it on loop, making yourself memorize the lyrics. 

        “And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch / And love is not a victory march / it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah..” You sang in a hushed voice as you walked around the huge room, looking at all the historic pieces of art. “All I’ve ever learned from love / Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you / And it’s not a cry that you hear at night / It’s not somebody who’s seen the light / It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah..” You loved the song, it reminded you of something your mother would listen to. 

        “Y/N?!” Someone called, snapping you out of your daze. 

        “Yeah?”

        “Time for supper.” 

        “Ok, I’m coming,” You replied, leaving the paintings and making your way to the mess hall.

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