#but just now i heard it ringing again and sprinted out the house to get ice cream (and a good look at the dude) one last time

[umilily]

still, the question remains if my overly enthusiastic reaction to the ice cream truck that sometimes stops in my parents' street is just because of the ice cream or because the guy working there is hot.

[hairmetal666]

It starts in Eddie's second senior year, close to the beginning of the semester. Eddie's in trig (again). He's good at math, but Mundy fucking sucks, always giving Eddie shit for breathing, or his shoes squeaking on the linoleum, or whatever, and he ends up with detention most days. So, he hardly ever shows and can't be bothered to do the homework, even though he knows the answers more often than not.

On this particular day, Mundy is in a bad mood, on Eddie's case way more than normal. In the heat of frustration, Eddie scrawls, "I fucking hate this class" on a scrap of notebook paper, and for reasons he can't begin to explain, leaves it folded on the window ledge. He doesn't think anyone will answer; fully expects the paper to be gone come morning with maybe another detention slip under his belt to show for it. He's a little flabbergasted, the next day, when the note is still there, and loses his mind a little when he sees the words "tell me about it" underneath his first message. He doesn't recognize the handwriting, sloping and a little looped, and for most of the class period, he's too bemused to respond. Right before the final bell rings he scrawls, "trig. You?" He leaves the paper on the ledge again. "Algebra 2 :(" is the response.

They keep it up, just a few words at first, before Eddie accidentally doodles on the page, and the other guy scribbles a hasty formula, the math spectacularly wrong. There's a little arrow leading to the words, "this shit sucks." Eddie re-writes the formula with the correct math, leaving careful notations of how and why. The next day he sees, "Shit, dude, I totally get this now. Mundy should retire and let you take over." Which pleases Eddie down to his core.

The messages get longer, nothing super personal, but complaints about life, math help, Eddie's silly little doodles, bad jokes, the slightly lewd drawings typical of teen boys. Eddie's never had a better attendance record in his life, but there are some days where his notes are left unopened. Most remarkably a couple week period before Thanksgiving, where he goes unanswered for so long he figures whatever thing they had going is done. But after the holiday, the notes start up again, with no acknowledgement they ever stopped. Eddie doesn't bother questioning it.

They keep it up almost all year, and they're definitely friends, even though they're totally anonymous. And that wouldn't have changed, except it's the day before spring break and Eddie's vibrating out of his skin with anticipation of the time off, so he forgets his dnd notebook in Mundy's class. He makes it all the way to Click's before he realizes, then sprints back across the school. He crashes through Mundy's door, tripping a little over his own feet.

"Sorry," he pants. "I just left--" he looks over to his desk, far corner right by the window, and then forgets every word he's ever known because Steve Harrington Steve Harrington King Steve, stares right back at him. And he just. He stops and fucking laughs, because all this time--this whole goddamn year--it's been Harrington he exchanged notes with. And sure, the jock's star has fallen in the last few months, with the breakup with Nancy and all that shit with Hargrove, but it's still Steve Harrington. With his big house and his fancy car and his girls. It's pretty Steve Harrington, the focus of Eddie's most hopeless daydreams.

He has a few seconds to see Harrington's hazel eyes go wide, before Eddie spins on his heel and makes a hasty exit. He absolutely doesn't spend the break thinking about the notes, matching what Harrington wrote with the gossip Eddie heard on him from the past few months.

Once break ends, he doesn't bother going to Mundy's class at all.

The Friday of the first week back, Eddie walks out to his van, only to find King Steve leaning up against it. He's doing that obnoxious thing where he has one leg bent, foot resting against the side panel, arms crossed over his chest, stupid hair falling in glorious cascades around his face. It's ridiculously, unfairly attractive.

"What do you want?" Eddie asks. He opens his front door without fully looking at Steve.

"Can we talk?"

Eddie snorts, "what could you and I possibly have to talk about."

Steve narrows his eyes. It's so bitchy and so fucking cute it makes Eddie queasy. "You know what."

"Enlighten me, Harrington."

"C'mon, man, the notes!"

"What about them?

"Don't be stupid, Munson, you know what. Why'd you stop?"

Eddie pulls a pack of camels and his lighter out of his jacket pocket. "Lost its appeal once I knew who was on the other side. Surprised you even want to keep it up now that you know you've been writing to the freak."

He pointedly ignores the little jolt Harrington gives at that, like the words hurt. Which is pretty rich from Steve Harrington, former #1 bully of Hawkins High.

"I've always known it was you," he says.

"You don't--wait what?"

I've known since, like, the first week, Munson."

"How??"

"What do you mean 'how,' dude, you're always drawing little pentagrams and d20's. Writing the word "Slayer" over and over. Who else would it be?"

And he can't even deal with the fact that Harrington knows what a d20 is (what the fuck) with everything else the other boy just said.

"I gotta go," is his only response. He ducks into his van, slamming the door basically in Harrington's face, before peeling out of the parking lot.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

It's the last day of school. Eddie's failed again. His grades, which weren't great to begin with, took a sharp nosedive after spring break, and he just can't wait to be done with this place for a few months. Harrington hasn't spoken to him again, and Eddie tries his hardest to ignore the other boy (aside from seeing him hanging out with Robin Buckley, a junior and a band geek, besides, and he forcibly has to remind himself that he doesn't care what Harrington does).

He slouches into his last math class of the year, slumping over in his seat. He rests his head on his desk, eyes blankly staring out the window as Mundy talks about what a joy most of them were to have in class. His eyes are unfocused, he contemplates a nap, and then he sees it. The tightly folded piece of paper resting on the window ledge.

Eddie almost doesn't take it. He almost ignores it, but he physically can't stop himself for reaching for it, unfolding it, staring at Harrington's now familiar handwriting.

Hey man, I'm pretty sure I fucked things up with us, and I owe you an apology. I've always known who you were, but you had no idea I was me. Buckley helped me see how that maybe freaked you out a little. I know I used to be a piece of shit. But I'm better--or I'm trying to be. And I'm so fucking sorry for the shit I did to you before and the things I didn't bother to stop. You don't owe me forgiveness, but you should know that I regret all of it. I liked passing notes with you. You made me laugh, and I don't know. It was nice to think someone liked me for reasons other than that I'm Steve Harrington, or whatever. I'd really like it if we could be friends. I get if you can't do that or don't want to.

Whatever the note actually ended with is scribbled out in pen so thick Eddie can't make it out.

All day he thinks about the note, the apology, all of it. Eddie thinks, if he's smart, he won't forgive Harrington. That he knows better than to trust him. But Eddie's never actually been that smart in this way, so he's not totally surprised to find himself walking to Steve's car after the last bell rings.

This time, Eddie's the one with his foot resting on the side panel of Steve's BMW, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't have to wait long before Harrington makes his way to the car, chestnut hair dancing in the breeze, biceps on display in a short-sleeve polo. A little smile dances across his lips when he spots Eddie.

"So, you gonna tell me how you know what a d20 is, Harrington, or do I have to guess?" Eddie offers the other boy a cigarette.

"Babysitting?

"Babys--Are you serious??" Eddie splutters. Steve Harrington babysits. Steve Harrington babysits little dnd playing nerds. Steve Harrington wants to be his friend.

A full grin spreads across Steve's perfect face and Eddie is absolutely, 100%, fucked.

(Part 2)

(Steddie Notes is now posted in full on ao3!)

[thecapricunt1616]

Carmy X Nervous about a home birth

Let’s be so real here. If you told Carmy you wanted a home-birth - his first reaction would be 😦😰 - because with his mommy issues, the only way he feels as if he’s being a ‘good husband’ is if he is giving in to your every single need, and desire as a partner - and even more as the mother of his baby. But Mike, Nat, and Carm were born in a hospital - so the idea of not being around 40 doctors freaks him THE HELL out, but his Queen gets what she asks without a single question -- So of course his answer is ;

“However you think little bear wants to be brought into the world, Angel. I’ll get the best damn doula and midwife Chicago has to offer, hmm?” 

As he’s rubbing lotion into your swollen 5 month belly and giving it sweet gentle kisses. Whispering to your adorable bump and resting his ear to it, whispering “shhh- wait I think I heard them move!!” All excited, even if it was just the grumbles of your hungry pregnant tummy, he probably knew that, but had such high hopes for his little. 

(More BTC ❤️)

I genuinely think that Carmy would hold pregnancy and birth so close to his heart, because he would see it as the one single thing he literally could never provide - so the fact that you so willingly and openly offered your body, no matter the dangers it came with - to bare his child? He can hardly believe it and it makes him teary eyed every time he talks about your pregnancy because of the sacrifice he sees you making each and every second of every single day you’re carrying your little love to delivery. He can’t say

‘thank you’

and ‘I love you’ 

and ‘you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting’ enough throughout those 43 long and a lot of time grueling weeks of pregnancy as a first time mommy, making sure you knew and undertood jut how grateful and amazed he was with your body and mental perserverance. 

When the time came - holy shit. When you woke him up? At around 2:40AM poking his ribs being like “Bear?!!” While wincing at your very much more painful then Braxton hicks contractions. He just gave you a lazy-ass ‘mmmph’ 

But as soon as you said “He’s coming, like- today- like now, Bear, he's really actually coming” he leaps into action.

He grabs his phone off the charger with quickness, rushes into the living room of your 3 bed house- holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he sprints through your yard in nothing but boxer briefs, hauling the long ass garden hose he bought exactly for this through the window as the phone continues to ring.

When it goes to voicemail? He’s PANICKING !! He’s whisper shouting into the mic 

“SHES IN LABOR. THIS IS CARMY FUCKIN BEAR. DO YOU HEAR ME??? THIS KID IS ON HIS FUCKIN WAY OUT. GET YOUR ASS HERE DO I PAY YOU TO NOT ANSWER ME? FUCKIN'HELL!!!!”

Hes rapidly hanging up and calling again over and over as he chucks wet washcloths in the freezer and drops to his knees in front of the couch trying to fill the birthing yoga ball with the pump as fast as he can. The midwife answers and is like 

“SHE BETTER BE FUCKING CROWNING ARE YOU STUPID MY RINGTONE WAS SCREAMING THE ENTIRE TIME THIS BABY WAS BEING DEL-“

and Carmy is like

“NOW. NOW. NOW. SHE SAYS SHES 8 MINUTES APART. GET YOUR ASS HERE. NOW. WHAT THE FUCK DO I PAY YOU FOR, LINDA??”  as he’s throwing the electric pump to the side out of frustration and using a fucking bike pump to fill your yoga ball so you could bounce on it like all the labor books said.

Meanwhile you’re in the bedroom, groaning and moaning, just absolutely miserable. Hearing your husband shouting at your doula before calling the midwife and saying 

“What the fuck do I do, Sara?! Sara she’s- she’s nearly fucking crying!! What do I- oh. Ok. Ok. Yup. Heard. Heard. Ok. Mmhmm- ok. Promise? Ok. See you then” and he’s right back in your room, rubbing your back as you contract and groan just whispering as he massages your pressure points to help get the baby down that he learned in birthing class, cooing 

“That’s it- mmhmm- good girl, let it all out beautiful, I know it hurts- but You’re doing such a good job with y’breathing princess. I’m gonna put this cold cloth on your forehead, yeah? It’ll help you feel nice and cool, and relaxed, pretty girl” like he explains every single thing he’s doing, before he does it. 

Whenever you have an extra big contraction, he's grunting with you and easing you through it like they taught him in the classes, adding the pressure to your back to counteract the incredible pain you felt every single time it washed over you whining and sobbing to Carmys chest "I- I can't- oh god- Bear, somethings wrong!!! Hurts so bad, so fucking bad- please!! Please let me I need to go to the hospital!! Somethings wrong B-Bear! This pain c-can't be normal"

He shook his head and rubbed your back soothingly, telling you the whole time to listen to him talk, and how it hurts so bad, and joking 'f'course my son would give his mommy a hard time huh? Sug said the same thing, Berzatto kids are brutal. Shoulda told you before I got you knocked up, huh?" his forehead rested on yours and rubbing your spasming back muscles soothingly.

“That was a big one huh? That means he should be coming soon huh? My strong beautiful angel - you’re almost there princess- a few more pushes and he’s gonna be in our arms. You’re so fucking amazing-“ he encourages, gently rubbing your belly that had dropped lower then you'd ever seen. You were on your knees in the bath, forehead to forehead with Carm. He carefully sat in front of you on his own knees.

"Alright one more- alright? Just one big push, yeah?" he echos your midwife, ever so carefully letting your belly go and resting his hands below to catch his little guy. You look at him nervously, sniffling and whimpering nervously.

"Wh-what if I can't, Carm? What if hes t-too big or- or-" he cuts you off by kissing your lips lovingly.

"You, You? Baby? Shhhh, shush, princess- Listen t'me- you're made f'this, mm? You're the strongest woman i've ever met. So focus, focus, princess. Listen t'my voice. I'll count you out, baby. Only 10 seconds ok? Push as hard as you can, ready?"

He sticks his hands in the water, cradling you close and kissing your cheek and temple and contains for you through the energy sucking push. When you rest back, second 5, sobbing

“I- I can’t do it- he feels stuck- I can’t do it Carm, i'm so sorry. I failed us. I’m sorry I failed our baby” 

And he’s just shushing you into your skin, 

“Shhhhh, shhhhhh- let’s breathe, mm? Together. It’s just you, an’me. Ok? Don’t even think about him, princess. They told us, as long as you breathe he's gonna come out, easy as pie, hmm? So let’s breathe, yeah? Princess? Breathe him out, just in, and out, force all that air out as hard as you can like they taught us, remember baby? see-” he holds your hands, kissing them and demonstrating big grunting strong breaths for you to copy and of course you did. 

When it got to the point your contractions were a minute apart, Thanks to him, in 2 more big grunting pushes your little boy was born. When you were in transition Carmy sat outside the pool, knelt and pressed forehead to forehead, whispering to you through every contraction how your little boy was almost here, and how he could never repay you ever for the gift that was his birth.

By the time you were begging on your knees in the bath to stop pushing because it was "too hard" , Carmy knew from what they explained in birthing class that meant -- it was time.

So he coaxed you through three more huge pushes. Even though you told him each time ‘I can’t do it, please, Bear. He’s not ready- I can’t.” But he rubbed your back and told you how amazing you were and to just try, and assured that if your little man wasn’t ready they’d send you home, and that he was right there ready to catch your son and lift him on to your chest.

And after your third other worldly push, you couldn’t even put in to words, the amount of energy it took out of you. It was harder then you’d ever pushed in your life for anything. - but of course the little guy was scream wailing just like any other Berzatto would. 

You couldn’t stop choke sobbing as the baby wailed and Carmy kept muttering ‘you did it! You fuckin’ did it, princess. He’s so beautiful. Look at him! He’s perfect. 10 fingers 10 toes- hear those lungs, angel? He’s perfect” as he rested the pretty little cub on your chest.

You would just look at him amazed, by instinct guiding him to your breast to pacify him and watching as the nurses usher Carmy out of the way and you would reach out, hooking your hands together so he couldn't get too far away.

“Alright Momma! Congrats, now let’s deliver this placenta in 3 pushes that’s the magic number. So when I say 3 you’ll- oop!” The nurses gasp as they look down “lucky! You’re lucky! Alright mommy never mind. No tears, and your body went ahead and did that work for ya! Alright momma, here we go here’s your placenta” the nurse pulls it out of the water and you nearly gag at the look of it 

“Get that thing away from my baby! Keep it in the bowl!” You demand, holding him to your skin and cradling his head, you had told yourself you would do a delayed cord cutting, but you in no way wanted your baby to be next to that... thing - it just freaked you out.

“that is nasty! Disgusting” you sniffle, looking back at your little angel who was peacefully suckling off your breast. 

“Oh- sweetheart” one of the nurses giggles, putting it in a biohazard bag. “Are you sure- didn’t you say your baby’s father is a chef? Sweetheart, this will boost your milk production - it’s giving you all the vitamins you lost while pregnant. Are you sure?” 

*cut to Carmy actually gagging at the nurses American horror story ass tactics while you're like 'what am i, a CAT?!??!"

And the nurse is like “BABY!! Every other animal does it!! You said holistic is best!!! Alright I guess I'll toss it if it bugs you that much..” 

[doevie]

can you write a bsf2lovers woonhak fic? ty ><

DODGE A BULLET, GOT HIT BY A MISSILE 　 𓎢𓎡 　김운학　( © doevie )

WHAT ?　♱ 　woonhak x f!reader ੭୧ bestfriends to lovers, fluff, highschool au, skinship, kissing, lowk jealous!woonhak ; word count ( 1.3k )

synopsis　　getting hit on at a party was not on your bucket list, but woonhak kissing you is.

new school year, new you.

that was the motto you kept endeared to your heart. last year, you didn't socialize with anyone. spending time at home is where you belonged, watching movies with your best friend woonhak. you and woonhak have been friends since your freshman years, and now that you're in your senior year, a blur between friendship and relationship has begun.

this year is going to be different, this year you'll need to explore highschool adventures. the perfect way to start is by going to a party. luckily, you and woonhak got invited to a party through a mutual friend. "are you sure you wanna go?" "i'm sure, besides what could happen?" and that's how you jinxed yourself.

the sunny breeze put you in a good mood as you walked home, holding hands with woonhak your heart raced. "what are you gonna wear?.." he asked. from the way your eyes looked everywhere but his proved that you had no clue. "you don't know, don't you?" you nodded. woonhak laugh made you burst into laughter. a few seconds pass; the both of you trying to get your composure.

"just wear whatever," he stands there, making you stop in your tracks before looking back at him "i'll know you'll look amazing." he beamed. your heart dropped, 'how could he just say that so nonchalantly?' you thought to yourself. "same with you" you blow a kiss at him, quickly grabbing his hand again. "you're such a tease sometimes.." you mumble. woonhak sighed before masking his disappointment with a chuckle.

after walking for a bit, woonhak dropped you off at home before heading off. you sprinted towards your room, dropping your bag and plopping onto your soft bed. even though you were excited, you were also nervous. this was expected! it is your first party. You took a deep breath and rose from your bed and searched for the perfect outfit. clothes were flung onto your bed, and grunts were heard from your room.

you cheered, after looking for a bit you finally found the outfit. you grab your phone and ring up woonhak, a smile on your face as you set your phone up so that your outfit is shown completely. ding! "(reader)?" woonhak calls out to you, looking forward. "woonie!~" you sang, shifting woonhak's attention to you. "hm?" his eyes widened. "woah.." his jaw dropped. "what do you think? isn't it nice?" you twirl around, showing off all the designs you have on.

"you look so pretty!" he hyped, making your confidence boost. "what are you going to wear, i hope it isn't anything dumb.." "yeah i'm ending the call.." woonhak laughed, making you panic. "no!!!" you screeched, making woonhak yell. a sigh emits from your lips as the end calls.

you sat back down, picking up your phone and began scrolling through it. thankfully, woonhak suggested picking you up, which you agreed to. so you didn't have to rush to get to the house where the party was hosted. minutes past and next thing you know you're in woonhak's car, on your way to the gathering. woonhak places his hand on your arm, soothing you from all the nerves you were having. "thanks" you mumble. woonhak smirks, still keeping his eyes on the road.

the car takes a holt, making you cheer. "we're here!" his hand raises, hinting towards you holding it. "may i?" he jokes, making you chuckle. "you may." he steps out of the car and waits for you, a smile clearly on his face. you rush over to him, wrapping your arms around his. music boosted from the house, teens dancing around and drinking whatever was in their cups.

suddenly, a hand grabs out to you; it's your friend. she pulls you close to her, and gives you a tight hug. "seeing you here is insane!" she yelled, making sure you could hear her under all of the music. woonhak was also dragged, taesan and leehan talking about whatever. your eyes roamed the room while talking to your friend, looking for woonhak. "(reader)?" a voice calls out, causing you to turn your head.

this isn't going to go well. the boy who called out your name was a guy who was in one of your classes, not extremely popular but everyone knew him. you knew he was crushing on you, but honestly, you couldn't care less. "oh! hey!" you waved. your eyes looked around as the whole situation was awkward. "strange seeing you here" "yeah.. i decided i wanted to try something new!" the music drowned out all of the awkwardness. as you were getting up to grab a drink, he stopped your hand. "uhm, may i have your number?"

you stared at him blankly, this was not surprising at all but still... it was weird. "no thanks.. I'm sorry" using all your force you pulled away from him. "that was something!" your friend remarked, she shrugged as she walked away. getting pushed by the raging crowd of high schoolers made you even more annoyed at this party. you rushed over to woonhak after being blocked by the crowd. he was busy talking to his friend when suddenly you sat next to him, clinging onto him.

"you okay?" he whispered into your ear. you nodded. his hand intertwined with yours, soothing your nerves. minutes passed and you gained the courage to get up and socialize with people. waving to woonhak as you get up, you walk towards the drink table. while you were serving yourself, he came back. "i'm sorry about that, i just think you're beautiful.. and i want to take you to dinner.." you squinted your eyes in annoyance. he was starting to rub you off the wrong way. "please let me take you out." he begged, and you stood there. from afar, woonhak could see what was going on. he got up from the couch and walked towards you.

"leave her alone, can't you tell she's getting uncomfortable?" he stepped in, and your head turned to look at him. a frown was on his face, which made you feel bad. the boy stared at woonhak, you could tell both of them were annoyed. "and you are?.. her boyfriend or what." he snarled. "i am, do you have a problem with it?" those words made your heart skip a beat. you were quickly brought back to reality after remembering the situation. "y'know what, let's just go woonhak." you grabbed his hand and excused yourself and woonhak.

you dragged woonhak to his car and got inside. "i'm sorry-" "so you're my boyfriend now?" you teased, calming woonhak down. "i could if you want to.." he whispered into your ear, making you flush up. he pulled his face away from your ear and looked into your eyes, he looked at you with love and a bit of yearning. "i like you, (reader)" he held your hand and placed it on his chest, you could feel his heart, it was pumping like crazy. "you make my heart race, and you make me the luckiest boy on earth whenever we hang out. so please, can i take you on a date?"

you cupped his face with your other hand and brought your face closer to his. woonhak's eyes widened in shock as your lips pressed against his. his eyes quickly close as the both of you get into it. woonhak's lips were soft which made you wanna kiss him even more but regardless you pulled out. "is that a yes?.." he questioned. "of course, it's a yes!" you giggled, making woonhak pull you into a tight hug. after that hug, it became awkward. "okay now take me the hell home, boyfriend.." you winked, making woonhak shy. "okay! girlfriend" he cheered.

you smiled softly and put your seatbelt on. oh, how you dodged a bomb... but got the best missle ever.

( © doevie'24 ) the way this took me a whole 2 weeks to write this...

[withacapitalp]

Alternative

Steve stepped out of the ensuite attached to his room, wrapping a towel securely around his waist as he walked towards the closet, humming a tune he had forgotten the name of. For once, he was actually early. He had plenty of time to choose what he wanted to wear, do his hair, maybe even make some breakfast before he had to pick up Robin for their mid morning shift. 

Except, when he went to open the closet doors, not a lick of clothing was left inside. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Steve muttered to himself. A quiet little giggle came from outside of the room, but when Steve turned on a dime, there was no one in the doorway. 

“Eddie,” Steve groaned, “Get back over here!” 

No response, just the sound of extremely noisy footsteps. Steve forced himself to count to 10, whirling around and stomping over to his dresser. Also empty. He was about to shout again, force his boyfriend to come here and fix whatever he had done, when an innocent looking pile of clothes sitting on the bed caught his eye. 

Of course. This is what Steve got for falling in love with a trickster. 

The pile had a tiny note on it. It was a pale blue piece of construction paper that just said I picked out your clothes for you today. Make sure to thank me ;)

“Thank you,” Steve scoffed aloud, looking through the clothes. He was prepared to go down butt naked and tackle his boyfriend to the floor, when an even better plan began to form in his mind. Steve smirked, grabbing the pile and racing back over to the bathroom. 

He had things he had to do. 

A little less than a half hour later, he was ready. He took one more cursory glance in the mirror, and the smile on his face was completely predatory. Steve barely recognized himself, and he kinda liked it. 

Now it was time to give Eddie exactly what he had asked for. 

“Good morning Sunshine,” His partner called when he heard the sound of boots clunking down the steps, “I heard some commotion up there, have you been calling?”

“You’re a jackass,” Steve shot back. He could hear Eddie grinning from all the way on the other side of the house. 

He wouldn’t be grinning for much longer. 

“Let me see you,” Eddie said excitedly, and Steve bit his lip, rolling his shoulders back and striding into the kitchen with all the confidence he could muster/fake. 

“Let’s see how uh-” Eddie cut himself off with an unintelligible blubber, his jaw hanging wide open as he took in the full sight of Steve’s look for the day. 

Eddie had chosen the clothes- one of his loose band tees and tight ripped skinny jeans completed with a pair of Doc Martens- but, Steve had taken it to the next level. He had added the leather cuffs that Eddie had bought for him for their anniversary, stolen some of his boyfriend’s rings, and styled his hair into a much spikier and dangerous look. 

Steve had even put on eyeliner, and a touch of the lipgloss he swore he did not own. 

It wasn’t really his style, but he knew he objectively looked good. Objectively good, and definitely like something in one of Eddie’s wildest fantasies.  

“What’s wrong ‘Big Boy’? Can’t handle the heat now that you set the kitchen on fire?” Steve teased, unable to help himself. 

“Bedroom. Now.” Eddie managed to stutter out, still just staring at Steve. 

Steve crossed the room, and he heard Eddie gulp as he approached, felt him shiver when Steve invaded his space and slipped his hand into Eddie’s back pocket. 

“Hmmmm, no sorry. I have to go pick up Robin now.” He whispered into his boyfriend’s ear, pulling back and taking Eddie’s bandanna with him. Steve tucked it into his own pocket on the other side, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek and loving the soft whimper Eddie let out when he did, “I just wanted to thank you before I left like you asked,” 

Steve ducked away, practically sprinting out of the house as he cackled to himself. Yes, he was probably going to get a lot of weird looks at work today, but it was definitely going to be worth it when he got home tonight. 

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid. Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

This idea has plagued my mind for almost two weeks and I need to get it out of my head so I can function😅😂

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut.

Notes: This might be a few parts idfk I just need it out of my head NOW 😅😅

Click here for the rest of the series

It's the early hours of the morning, the sun has just risen and you're out in the back tending to the garden. You bring the mornings harvest into the kitchen and greet your aunt and uncle, both sitting down at the small kitchen table.

"Good morning." You say.

"Good morning dear." You aunt says, your uncle grumbles at you. "Are you off to get the children ready for the day?" She says, less asking and more telling you.

"Yes, I was just on my way to take care of them."

"Wonderful."

You walk into the bedroom, three young girls in a deep sleep in their beds. You begin to wake the oldest, Ana, who is about 10, and make your way to the middle and then the youngest, Elena, the youngest in the family at only 4 years old. You help them get dressed and send them down for breakfast, you make your way into the other bedroom where the two twin boys are still fast asleep. You wake them up, dress them and accompany them into the kitchen. You prepare their food and serve each child, you try your best to personalize each meal for each child, although your family is not wealthy by any means, you make do with what you have.

Once the children are fed and the kitchen is restored to its usual state, you bring them outside as you sweep the cobblestone path leading up to the house. The children are running around in the yard and in the street, kicking up dirt and rocks as kids do. As you're sweeping you hear the bells, you drop your broom and rush over to the children and begin to quickly usher them into the house.

The bells are only rung when the Lady of the castle comes through the village in her carriage. You've never seen her before, but you've heard rumors of her ruthlessness, many of those brought into her castle are never to be seen again. To avoid her, or her daughters, who are rumored to be worse than the Lady herself, the townspeople ring bells throughout the village to signal her arrival. All of the villagers rush inside and lock their doors, fearful that if the Lady or her daughters even see you, you will be whisked away, never to be seen again.

You hear the stomps of hooves a short distance away as you try and wrangle the children and get them inside, one by one they enter the house and you realize you're missing one. Fear shoots through you as you look into the road and see Elena, bending down in the road, picking up the rock she was playing with. You see the carriage, mutant-like horses pulling it, hurdling towards the child. Before you realize it, you're sprinting towards her, just before she's trampled you dive into the road and knock her out of the way, the two of you tumbling away from the carriage. The horses rear, bringing the carriage to a halt. You scramble and scoop the child into your arms, cradling her close to your chest as you sit in the dirt.

"Oh Elena," you say breathlessly, "are you hurt?"

Aside from a few scrapes, she is fine, but more scared then hurt and begins to cry.

"Shh, you're okay." You whisper to her.

You were so focused on Elena, you didn't realize someone emerged from the carriage until you see the hem of a cream dress and black stilettos standing just a few short feet in front of you. You slowly follow the dress up with your eyes, by the time you expect to reach the face of the person in front of you, you realize your eyes are only up to their waist. You strain your neck up and finally reach the top of the woman in front of you, her face shielded by a shadow cast by her large hat. You wrap your arms around Elena tighter as you're frozen by fear, realizing you're sitting at the feet of the Lady herself. Her one hand draped across her chest, her elbow resting on her arm with a long cigarette holder sitting between her two fingers, a lit cigarette sitting on the end of it.

"And what do we have here?" Her sultry voice taking you by surprise.

You sit there, still frozen in fear, your throat suddenly dry.

"I do not have the patience today to be ignored." She says, leaning down towards you. Piercing yellow eyes emerge from the shadow as she moves.

"I- I am so sorry Lady." You say bowing your head. "The child- she- she's just a child." You say with a shaking voice, your arms wrapped tightly around Elena as you try and hold back tears of fear.

The Lady says nothing, you can feel her eyes burning into you as she stares.

"Please," you say as you sheepishly look up at her. "Please don't hurt her."

She stands up straight and the shadow covers her face again. She says nothing for a moment and then speaks.

"And what if I want to?" She says, her voice sending chills down your spine.

"Hurt me instead, whatever you want to do to her, do to me instead, please, I beg you, don't harm her."

You hear her smirk, even though you can't see her eyes you know they haven't moved off of you.

"Is she your child?" She asks.

"No ma'am, she is my cousin."

"And you would be wiling to die for you, cousin?" She asks as if she's more surprised at who you would be willing to sacrifice your life for than the fact that you're willing to sacrifice your life at all.

"Yes ma'am, my purpose is taking care of them, if anything were to happen to them, I would never be able to live with myself."

"Your purpose?" She asks.

"Yes ma'am. I serve no other purpose than to take care of the children, without them, my life has no meaning." You say sincerely. Since your aunt and uncle took you in, you've taken care of the children, you have no job, you're not suitable for marriage, you truly believe that the only purpose you have in your life is to care for them.

"How pitiful." She says. You look away and stroke Elena's hair, still trying your best to comfort the terrified child. The Lady bends down, you look up and she brings her hand to your chin, you close your eyes, terrified that she's just going to kill you where you sit. You feel a soft gloved finger under your chin, she lifts your face and you open your eyes and look at her, a shadow still mostly covering her face. "Pitiful that such a beautiful maiden is nothing but a servant for children. Children that aren't even hers."

Taken back, you stare at her, you know what you heard her say, but your brain cannot process it. "Beautiful? Did she call me beautiful?" You think to yourself.

"Tell me draga, where do you live?"

"Just across the way." You gesture to the small house behind her.

"And who cares for you?"

"I- I live with my aunt and uncle." You say, unsure of why she's asking you these questions.

"Bring me to them."

You nod your head and stand up with Elena still clinging to you. You walk past the cart and take notice of a buzzing noise coming from the inside.

"Girls," you hear the Lady quietly growl to the cart as she walks past. "Behave."

The buzzing quiets and you walk up to the house, your aunt and uncle standing at the door with horror on their faces.

"Oh Elena." You aunt says as she takes the girl from your arms and carries her inside.

You stop at the door and turn and look at the woman, unsure of what to do next, she stands taller than the ceilings inside, you don't think she'd be able to fit.

"Well are you going to invite me in?" She says, looking down at you.

"Yes, of course." You say and make your way inside.

"Girls." The Lady says and turns towards the carriage.

A massive swarm of flies emerges from the carriage and three girls emerge, all dressed in black robes, one with blood stains on her cheeks. The Lady removes her hat and hands it to one of them.

"Stay here." She commands them.

"Yes mother." They reply in unison.

She bends down and enters the house, kneeling on the floor inside. Finally able to see her face, you're almost taken back at her beauty, her inky black hair curled and held in place with pins, her blood red lipstick, glowing yellow eyes, you're less afraid and more fascinated. She looks over at you and sees you looking at her, you quickly look down as your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"How may we help you Lady?" Your aunt politely asks, a little afraid.

"Your niece," she says gesturing to you. "She tells me the only purpose she serves is caring for your children, is that correct?"

"That's all she's good for." You uncle says.

She slowly turns her head and glares in his direction.

"And why is that?"

"She has no skills, she's an orphan with nothing to her name so she's not suitable for marriage, no man will have her, and besides being a burden, all she can do is care for the children."

You look down at your feet as your uncle speaks, although you've heard those words your whole life, they still sting. The Lady purses her lips.

"An orphan?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Her parents, my sister and her husband, perished in a fire when she was a child." You aunt says, you hear the three girls outside of the door giggle. "Our only choices were to take her in or-" she pauses and doesn't finish her sentence, everyone knows what she would have said, all orphans are sent to the Lady's castle.

"I see." She looks back over at you, you keep your eyes on the floor. "Well, if she is such a burden, I will gladly take her off of your hands." You look up at her with fear in your eyes.

"And who will care for our children?" Your uncle asks with anger in his voice.

"You're their father, are you not?" She snaps at him, he doesn't speak but he still has anger in his eyes. "If losing her will be an inconvenience, I will pay you handsomely for your troubles. Much more than a marriage proposal would fare." She laughs as she finishes her sentence.

"How much are we talkin'?" You uncle asks.

"Uncle!" You say in disbelief, you know he was never fond of you, but you never thought he would sell you, especially to her.

"Silence you wench! You have no say in this matter." He shoots daggers in your direction. You look at your aunt, tears filing your eyes, she looks away from you, not able to look you in the eyes.

The Lady's glare becomes more intense as she watches him reprimand you. She turns and looks at the girls out of the corner of her eye.

"Girls, my bag please."

"Yes mother." One of them says, disappearing into a swarm of flies, they fly over to the carriage and return, the girl emerging from the swarm with a large, leather purse in her hands. She hands it to the Lady and she pulls out a large pouch, handing it to your uncle.

"That would be half. I shall have one of my maids bring you the other half in a few days."

You uncles eyes light up as she drops the bag in his hands, it looked so small in hers, but easily fills both of his hands.

"Deal." He says, his eyes not leaving the large pouch in his hands.

"Uncle please," you beg.

"Enough, pack your things." He says.

You run into your room and lean against the door, tears falling down your cheeks, trying to stop the hyperventilating. You hear a small knock on the door, you take a deep breath and turn to open it, you aunt and Elena are standing there.

"How could you let him do this?" You say through tears. "She's going to kill me. You're sending me away to my death."

"I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do." She says, her eyes watery. You were never particularly close with either your aunt or uncle, you were always looked at as lesser than them. Although your aunt was kinder than your uncle was, maybe because you looked so much like your mother, regardless, neither of them seemed to care much for you.

"Don't go y/n." Elena says, tears in her eyes. You lean down and hug her.

"I'm sorry love, but I have to. I don't want to leave you, but I have to." Her little hands grab at your dress and you hold her close.

You aunt pulls Elena off of you and you pack your things. You don't own much, so everything fits into a small bag. You walk back out into the living room, your hands gripping the bag, trying your hardest to stop them from trembling.

"My Lady," you aunt says, breaking the silence. You uncle stares daggers at her, while the Lady looks at her curious of what she's going to say. "What can we do to ensure her safety? I- I don't want harm to come to her."

The Lady laughs, her deep laugh shakes the walls of the house, a terror fills your chest.

"You have my word, no harm will come to her." She says as she caresses your cheek with one of her gloved fingers. "And I am a woman of my word."

Her touch sends shives down your spine, the corners of the Lady's mouth curl as she feels the effect she has on you.

"Say your goodbyes. We must be going."

You turn and hug each child, you get to Ana and hold her tightly.

"Take care of them, okay?" You gently say. She nods her head with tears in her eyes and hugs you.

You get to Elena and you wrap your arms around her and kiss her head.

"I love you, please listen to Ana, okay? For me?"

She cries and nods her head, burying her face into your dress.

"Be brave." You say gently.

"I'm scared." She cries into you.

"I'm scared too," you say, looking into her eyes, "But we have to be brave when we're scared, when we have to do things we don't want to. Okay?"

She nods her head and hugs you again.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you too Lena."

The Lady clears her throat and you take a deep breath and let go of the child. You wipe her tears away and kiss her on the head again. You stand up and hug your aunt and turn towards the lady and nod your head.

"And what? You don't have anything to say to me?" You uncle says angerly. "You ungrateful, useless-" he stands up and walks towards you, the Lady reveals one of her sharp, long claws and puts it to his neck. You all gasp and your aunt tries to cover the children's eyes.

"I surely hope you treat your daughters better than that." She growls. She must have put the fear of the Black God into your uncle because for the first time in your life, he's silent, and terrified. She retracts the claw and looks at you.

"Let's go."

She backs out of the door and takes her hat from the girl holding it and places it back on her head. You follow her out the door and she leads you into the carriage. You look back at the place you called home once more and wave to the kids before climbing in. The Lady climbs in next to you, the carriage leaning to the side as she gets in. A massive swarm of flies enters the carriage and the three girls appear across from you.

"Oh mother she looks fun!" One of them says.

"Oh yes, mother can we play with her? Please?"

The third one grabs your arm, staring intently on the cut you got when you were saving Elena.

"She smells delicious mother, can we have a small taste? Please?" She begs.

"Girls, enough." She commands, the three girls immediately falling silent, the one releasing your arm. "She is going to be one of my new personal maids." She says, looking over at you, you feel her eyes on you and you keep your eyes on the floor.

The girls giggle and begin to chat amongst themselves. You hear whispers of them talking about a dungeon, who they were planning on taking down to it, whispers of hunting, you try your best to keep your nerves under control but the Lady seems to pick up on them immediately.

"No need to be afraid," she says looking down at you. "As long as you're obedient and you behave, you will never have to experience the dungeon, or worry about any of them." She says gesturing to the girls. She gently pats your leg, her hand can practically wrap around your entire thigh. The thought sends chills down your spine and you look out the window to distract yourself from thinking about it.

You reach the castle and you look out the window in amazement, you've never seen it up this close before, it's as breathtaking as it is ominous. You get out of the carriage and Lady Dimitrescu leads you inside.

"I presume you know how to clean, and well given you've watched after so many children for so many years?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, I will introduce you to the head maid and she will give you your assignment and a uniform. You start tomorrow morning, I suggest you clean yourself up and get a good nights rest tonight." She says, eyeing the dirt stains on your dress from earlier.

"Yes ma'am."

She leads you into the kitchen and introduces you to the head maid. She excuses herself and you're lead to the maids quarters, you're shown your small room, although it's still bigger than the room you had at your aunt and uncles house. You're given fresh uniforms and the head maid hands you a sheet with your duties.

"You will begin in the library tomorrow morning, I will show you around for the first few days, but after that you must remember where to go on your own. It is also very important that you do not, under any circumstances, enter the Lady's study or chambers without her explicit request, understand?"

"Yes." You say, looking over the list of chores.

"I can't tell you how many new maids I've lost due to them wandering in there, either on accident or to snoop around. Do not do it. Understand?"

"Yes. Understood." You say, looking up at her.

She leaves and you shower and put on the clean pajamas that were left in your wardrobe. You lay down in bed, surprised at how comfortable it is, and before you know it, you're asleep.

You wake the next morning and put on your uniform and pull your hair back. You grab your supplies and meet the head maid. She gives you a quick tour as she leads you to the library, you do your best to remember which room is which. You make sure you engrain into your mind which room is the Lady's study and which is her chambers so you never accidentally end up in there. You get to the library and the head maid leaves you to work. You look over your list, you have to dust, polish, return any stray books, sweep and mop the floors. The library is large, but you figure the floors are going to take the longest. You begin by putting away any books you see laying around, carefully replacing them to their correct spot.

You hear a faint buzz across the room and the sound of giggles, it's incredibly unsettling, but you do your best to ignore it and keep working. You hear books falling to the floor, the sound echoing across the room and it startles you. You walk towards the sound, the closer to the mess you get, the louder the buzzing gets. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement and turn around, you see one of the daughters giggle.

"Oopsies." She says, covering her mouth as she laughs and disappears into a swarm of flies.

You kneel down and pick up the books and return them to their shelves. "Well, it's not much more different than dealing with the kids at home." You think to yourself.

Once the mess is cleaned you return to dusting and polishing. As you're cleaning you hear the shrill laughter of the girls as they buzz through the castle, although much more frightening than the laughter of children, you quickly get used to the sounds and eventually you don't even notice it.

You hear the laughter enter the library and you do you best to keep focused on the floors. You hear footsteps behind you and you turn to see the three girls, the redhead running up to you and getting right into your face, examining you closely.

"Daniela please, let the girl do her work." The blond says.

"Get out of the way!" The brunette says, pushing the read head away. "I want to get a closer look at her." She says looking you up and down. "Oh I bet you taste sweet," she says, licking her lips. "I would love to get just a little taste." She holds up a sickle. "Just a little taste."

"Cassandra mother will kill you if you lay a finger on her." The blond reprimands her.

"Ugh." She says lowering the sickle. "You always ruin the fun Bela, I wanted to make her squirm!"

The girls still tower over you a bit, you don't even notice the smile that crossed your face as they bickered, reminding you of the kids you practically raised.

"What are you smiling at?" Bela says, looking at you curiously.

"Oh, nothing, sorry." You say as you look down. "You guys just reminded me of the kids a little, that's all."

"Oh, were they bad?" Cassandra asks with wild eyes.

"No, not at all, they were amazing."

"Well that's no fun." The Daniela says. "I can't wait to see what mother has in store for you."

You look at her, unsure of what she meant.

"Oh Daniela hush, you don't even know what mother wants with her." Bela says.

"All I know is that if she ever brings you down to the dungeon, I want to be there so I can get a taste of you." Cassandra says, licking her lips.

"Do you know why mother paid to bring you here?" Bela asks.

"Honestly, no. I have no idea." You say.

The three girls look at you curiously, none of them seeming to know the answer themselves.

"Well, it was lovely talking to you girls, but I really should get back to cleaning, I wouldn't want to fall behind on my first day and anger the Lady." You say.

The three girls look up and giggle and disappear in a swarm of flies.

"I should be offended that you would think it takes so little to anger me." You jump when you hear the voice behind you.

"Oh, Lady Dimitrescu, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there." You stutter. "I didn't- that's not what I-" You fumble with your words, trying to save yourself.

She chuckles. "Oh draga, I am not offended. Not this time."

"Oh," you look down at the floor, avoiding eye contact. "Thank you."

She steps away and takes a seat on one of the chairs near you and crosses one of her long legs over the other.

"Is there anything I can do for you ma'am?" You ask, your eyes still focused on the floor.

"You are allowed to look at me dear." She says.

You look up and she leans forward, your eyes go to her massive chest as she leans forward, her dress perfectly showing off her impressive breasts. You immediately snap your eyes up, hoping she didn't notice. Her lips curl into a smile, "damnit. She noticed." You think to yourself. She sits back into the chair and opens the book you never noticed in her hand.

"There is nothing I need from you draga, not yet." Her yellow eyes feel like they're piercing your soul. "Please, continue, don't allow me to distract you from your work." She smiles at you and you shyly smile back.

"Oh, okay. Well, if you do need anything, please let me know." You say.

She turns her attention to her book and you go back to finishing sweeping the floors.

As you're cleaning you swear you catch her watching you, you try to focus on doing the best job you possibly can even though your nerves are extremely heightened at her presence.

You finally finish in the library, you look around and realize that Lady Dimitrescu is no longer in her chair, you didn't notice that she left, you're not entirely sure how long it had been since she left, but you're grateful that you were able to do a good enough job where she didn't say anything.

You gather your things and head back to your quarters to look for the head maid to see if there's anything else you needed to do since it was only the afternoon. To her surprise, there was nothing left for you to do so you had the rest of the day to yourself. You showered, changed into a new outfit and hung out in your room until dinner.

Once dinnertime came you made your way to the kitchen and got in line to eat. You could tell there was a pecking order amongst the maids, made up between the highest-ranking ones and the ones who have been here longest. You did your best to not step on anyone's toes as you waited in line. You could tell there were cliques among the maids, you tried to make yourself as invisible as possible as you tried to find an open seat with your tray in your hands. You notice a maid stuck her foot out to try and trip you, you carefully walked around her and avoid looking at her as you pass.

"You think you're better than me?" You hear someone say.

You had no idea who they were taking to, but you didn't think they were talking to you so you kept walking.

"You, new girl." You hear her say. You turn around and realize she was talking to you. "You think you're better than me?" She asks, anger in your eyes.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were talking to me. But, no, I don't not at all." You say.

She walks up to you and smacks your tray out of your hand, your meal scattering across the floor.

"Know your place bitch." She growls at you. "Now clean up the mess." She says as she walks back to her seat.

Stunned, you stand there for a second before cleaning up what was going to be your dinner. You look over and realize that there wasn't much left and you head back to your room. You lay in bed, your stomach growling. "How was it easier to deal with the three girls than it is dealing with the other maids?" You ask yourself. You finally roll over and fall asleep, hoping there won't be any more issues with the other maids.

The next few weeks are about the same, the one maid knocking at least half of your meals out of your hand. You eventually figure out when she gets to the kitchen for meals and try to get in before she does so you can actually eat, it angers her, but you do your best to ignore her. You have more run-ins with the girls, they seem fascinated by you, and you couldn't help but be a little fascinated with them too. Lady Dimitrescu pops up a few times throughout each week in whatever room you're working in, it strikes you as odd, but you try not to think too much of it. You can't imagine that she has time to visit every maid as frequently as she sees you.

You were eventually given the task to take care of requests that the girls ask of you, although they really didn't ask for too much. You removed blood stains from their dresses, cleaned and polished their weapons, usually their sickles, helped them remove blood stains from carpets their mother specifically asked them to not get blood on, the usual, at least the usual for this castle.

One day you're cleaning the main stairway, leading from the foyer to the second floor. You hear the usual buzzing and giggles and you smile as the girls run amuck through the castle. A swarm of flies appears in font of you and Daniela appears.

"Y/n, I need your help!"

"What's up Daniela?"

"You have to tell Cassandra that I'm less messy than she is. She doesn't believe me!"

"Daniela, respectfully, I am not getting in the middle of whatever you and Cassandra have going on today. Plus, it's not nice to lie." You say with a smile.

You hear a laugh from the second floor and you look up to see Lady Dimitrescu staring down at the two of you from the balcony. Your cheeks turn red as you return your attention to your work.

"Ugh!! Mother! Make her tell Cass!" Daniela whines.

Lady Dimitrescu descends the stairs towards the two of you.

"She's right Daniela, it is not nice to lie."

Daniela bursts into a swarm of flies and angerly storms away and you try and hide the smile on your face.

"You're very good with the girls, I know they can be," she pauses for a moment to carefully pick her words. "A handful."

"They're not so bad, plus, they're like any other siblings, they all bicker the same, just over different things."

She smiles at you and gently hums as she walks down the stairs past you. You pause for a second to listen, you never realized she was able to sing, no less had such a beautiful voice.

"What else is on your to-do list today?" She asks as she reaches the bottom of the steps.

"Once I finish the stairs I just have to dust and mop the hall up here."

"And you are off tonight, correct?" She asks.

"Yes, my next night shift is tomorrow night."

"Delightful, I am going to need your assistance tonight."

"Oh, uh, yes of course."

"Meet me in my chambers after dinner."

You freeze for a second and look down at her, she looks up at you with a smirk on her face.

"In your, uh, chambers?"

"Did I stutter?"

"No ma'am. I'll be there."

"Excellent."

She walks away and you take a deep breath. You continue the stairs and try to finish as quickly as you can while still doing a thorough job.

Once you finish you shower and change into a fresh uniform, you hurry to the kitchen and quickly grab your food and eat before the maid that has it out for you throws your dinner across the kitchen. Luckily you're able to finish by the time she shows up, she sees you cleaning up your plate and she shoots daggers at you. You have no idea why she seems to have it out for you, but you try your best to ignore and avoid her. You go to leave the kitchen and she goes out of her way to walk past you with her tray in her hands. You look forward and try to ignore her, as you pass you feel a sharp pain across your arm and you yelp and put your hand over you arm only to realize you're bleeding. You turn to look at the maid and you see her turn her kitchen knife back in.

"Oops. Sorry." She says sarcastically.

You hurry to your room and wrap a bandage around your arm, you realize you have a little blood on your dress but you don't have time to change. You rush out of your room and make your way to the Lady's chambers.

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Sanctuary - Nick Burkhardt x Female Reader

Summary: You go to Nick's after getting attacked Wesen

Words: 2.3k

Warning: Fighting; hurt x comfort

Y/N’s POV

The adrenaline surges through my veins, drowning out the pain from the attackers’ blows. All three are wesen, throwing words at me but I can barely hear them over the ringing in my ears, they’re growling something about being friends with a Grimm or something. Fear, anger and desperation collide within me as I manage to dig my elbow into one of their sides and he loses his grip on me enough for me to wriggle to freedom and make a break for it. 

I sprint through the dimly lit streets, each step being agony and I think I’ve definitely broken my ankle as pain radiates up my leg with each step. The only thought echoing through my mind is, “Gotta get to Nick’s.” My Fuchsbau instincts cream danger, urging me to push myself almost beyond my own limits. The night air bites at my skin, my own blood feeling warm as it seeps from all my injuries, but the urge to seek refuge at Nick’s house drives me forwards. I can’t let them catch me again, not when the safety of a Grimm and my friend awaits so close. 

My breaths come in ragged gasps, chest heaving, legs burning with exertion. The familiar route to Nick’s house feels longer tonight, every street corner a potential ambush. Yet, the determination to reach the one place I know they won’t come to fuels my sprint. 

Finally, the familiar facade of Nick’s house emerges, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I trip my way up the stairs on the porch and practically collapse against the door, my knuckles pounding against it, desperation evident in the urgency of my knocks. Every second feeling like an eternity until the door swings open and Nick is having to step forwards to catch me as my legs give way now the door isn’t there to support me and the adrenaline is fading into the blinding agony. 

“Y/N’s?! What… Wh-“ 

“They came out of nowhere,” I manage to choke out through the tears that bubbled up, making me choke, “They cut me, they tore at me, they…” 

Nick’s arms envelope me, holding me tightly against his chest. His touch feels like an anchor, grounding me amidst the chaos of my emotions. His face is buries in my hair, I feel the tremors of anger vibrating through me as his hisses, “Those bastards,” His voice is laced with a raw fury I’ve only heard once before, “I won’t let them get away with this.” 

His words though soft, resonate with a promise. A promise of protection, of retribution. His anger reverberates against my skin, soothing the ache of vulnerability with the reassurance that he’s willing to stand up for me despite his ancestors going out of their way to kill Wesen. I just cling to him, seeking solace in his embrace, grateful for the solidarity and the unspoken vow to right the wrongs inflicted upon us. 

Nick's reassurance is a steady comfort, his promise a shield against the darkness closing in. "Let's get you cleaned up," he murmurs, his voice now a soothing balm after the storm of anger. His hands move gently over my skin, rubbing away the residue of fear and pain.

I nod weakly, unable to voice my gratitude, and he leads me up the stairs to his room. The familiarity of his space brings a sense of safety, a respite from the chaos outside. He offers to run me a bath, but I shake my head, not ready to face the vulnerability of soaking in water when every touch stings and I’m gripping onto Nick’s sleeve not wanting him to leave me. 

“Hey,” his voice is a gentle caress, his hand covering mine that grips his sleeve tightly, “I’ll be right back, okay? Just going to grab the first aid kit.” 

Reluctantly, I release my grip, watching as he heads to the bathroom. Alone in his room, I take in the familiar surroundings—the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand, the reassuring scent of his cologne lingering in the air. It’s a respite from the chaos outside, a sanctuary in the midst of turmoil. I hear the faint sounds of Nick rummaging in the bathroom, a distant echo of comfort. In that feeling moment, I let myself breathe, trying to steady my nerves and wipe away the tears while awaiting his return. 

Less than a minute later, Nick reappears, first aid kit in hand. His presence aline brings a sense of security, the knowledge he’s here to help and trusts me enough to be in his room, to mend not just physical wounds but also the motional toll of the attack. 

He settles beside me once more, his touch gentle yet purposeful as he tends to the injury on my shoulder. The warmth of his care washes over me, a reminder that despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, there are allies, friends willing to stand by me. 

He reaches for a damp cloth, cleaning the blood from my face with careful strokes. His movements are tender, a silent understanding passing between us. I offer no resistance as, with my silent consent, he helps me shed the dirty, blood-stained clothes, leaving me in just my underwear before him. 

Awareness prickles along my skin, a sudden rush of self-consciousness as I sit there, exposed and vulnerable in front of Nick, my long-term crush. The air between us feels charged, heavy with unspoken sentiments and a history that goes beyond mere friendship. I can’t help but wrap my arms around my already bruising sides, covering the galaxies of reds, purples, blues and greens from his sight and mine. 

My arms involuntarily wrap around my bruised sides, shielding the kaleidoscope of colours from both Nick’s sight and my own. Despite the comforting reassurance in his presence, the vulnerability of this moment hangs heavy in the air. 

A wave of emotions crashes over me, leaving me momentarily breathless. Before I can retreat further into myself, Nick’s rough yet gentle hands cups my cheek, guiding my face to look at him. His eyes hold a tenderness that sends a tremor through me. 

“Don’t hide.” He murmurs, his voice a soft reassurance, “You’re… beautiful.” 

His words hold a weight that goes beyond physical appearances. They echo with a understanding, a depth of connection that transcends the bruises and scars. For a moment, silence envelopes us, thick and sweet, wrapping around us like a cocoon. 

In that suspended moment, I feel the shift in the air, a subtle change that sparks anticipation and nerves alike. Nick ducks his head towards me as if he’s going to kiss me and my pulse skyrockets as I must still be on the floor and the wesen have beaten me half to death. I must be dreaming this but no, Nick’s lips brush against mine in a soft, tentative kiss. 

The touch is gentle, a whispered promise of shared feelings, a tender exploration of them. His kiss holds a tenderness that mingles with he weight of unspoken words, a silent understanding passing between us in a stolen moment. But he’s pulling away almost too quickly, a nervous look in his eyes before we both break into relieved smiles. 

He presses a chaste kiss to my forehead, his touch lingering for a heartbeat longer, “I need to Monroe and Hank,” He says softly, his voice carrying a mixture of reassurance and a hint of lingering emotions, “Pick what you want from my wardrobe sweetheart, I’ll be right downstairs.” He goes to leave before pausing in the doorway, “You’re safe.” 

Watching him leave the room, I’m left sitting there, feeling a blend of emotions sweating within me. It’s a dizzying mix of elation and disbelief, a rush of happiness tempered by the weight of uncertainty. Nick’s reciprocal feelings, evident in tat fleeting kiss, send a surge of warmth through me, yet doubt lingers in the corners of my mind. 

In the quiet of his room, I take a moment to gather my thoughts. The realising that Nick might share the same feelings leaves me in awe, tingling sensation in my chest that’s both thrilling and overwhelming. 

I pull myself to my feet ignoring the pain in my ankle, hobbling to his chest of drawers and sifting through them, picking out some clothes, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. There’s a sense of joy and wonder at the prospect of Nick returning my affections, mingled with a hint of trepidation. If this is what they’re willing to do to me for being friends with Nick what would they do if they knew I was with Nick? 

I shake those thoughts from my head, getting dressed in the slightly oversized clothes before heading towards the stairs. Each step is a reminder of the lingering pain, but the warmth of Nick’s home offers solace and a sense of security. 

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Nick finishing up his call, likely with Hank. He rushes over as I approach, concern etched into his features. With careful guidance, he leads me to the couch, settling me down with gentle ease. 

In a rush of confidence, my heart pounding with a mix of nerves and boldness, I reach out and grab the collars of his button-up shirt, tugging him closer. For a moment, it’s as if gravity itself conspires against us as he nearly topples over, catching himself of the back and arm of the sofa before he can fall onto me properly. A chuckle leaving him, a sound seems to soothe the lingering tension in the air. There’s a warmth in his laughter, an acknowledgement of the unexpected situation, yet his eyes hold a glimmer of affection. 

“Careful there,” He teases gently, adjusting his position to sit properly on the couch, our shoulders touching. The closeness feels both natural and electrifying but, it’s not enough for me. I need him closer, I need to kiss him again and it’s as if he’s thinking the same thing. He turns his head to face me, lips parted as if he’s going to say something but then those entrancing eyes flick down my own lips and it’s like all self-control snaps. 

His large hands are gripping my waist and carefully he’s sitting me on his lap so I’m straddling him, knees either side and injured ankle hanging off the couch and out of harms way. One of his hands moves up my side and to my cheek, eyes searching my face for any doubts before he’s drawing me into a much more heated kiss than before. 

The kiss is an inferno, a collision of emotions and unspoken yearnings. His lips, warm and inviting, meld with mine in a dance of passion and tenderness. There’s a hunger in the way out lips move together, each touch igniting a spark that blurs the lines between us. Nick’s scent surrounds me, a blend of his cologne and the natural warmth of his skin, an intoxicating mix that fills my sense. His hand, firm yet gentle on my cheek, anchors me in the moment, while my hands find their way to the front of his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons, needing to feel the skin beneath. 

As the kiss deepens, it feels like the world around us fades away, leaving only the heat of our connection, the rhythm of our heartbeats echoing in sync. Nick’s hand, initially resting on my cheek, moves to tangle in my hair, a silent invitation that sets my nerves alight. His other hand pulls me closer, drawing me flush against him, erasing any remaining distance between us. 

The kiss deepens even more, a silent battle for dominance as our desires collide. There’s a fiery passion in the way our lips move together, a dance of intertwined emotions and unspoken longing.

Feeling the tension between us, Nick tugs gently on my hair, eliciting a gasp that grants him entry. His tongue slips into the kiss, a rush of heat and longing intertwining with every movement. It's a dance of desire, a symphony of shared emotions as our tongues meet in a passionate tango, exploring, and claiming.

The symphony of our passion seems to carry us into a realm beyond the confines of times and space. Lost in the embrace of the moment, we barely register the sound of the front door opening. Hank, Rosalee and Monroe’s voices call out Nick’s name, their footsteps echoing through the house, shattering the intimacy between us. 

Before I can slide off Nick’s lap, three sets of footsteps echo into the room. Rosalee, ever perceptive, swiftly ushers Hank and Monroe straight past us and into the kitchen, an unspoken understanding flashing between our fleeting eye contact. 

There’s a fleeting moment of shock that lingers in the air, our gazes meeting with a shared sense of urgency. I scramble to disentangle myself from Nick's lap, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and the remnants of passion, crying out in pain at putting pressure on my ankle which has the three rushing back in. 

Nick, composed yet flustered, adjusts himself as we both regain our composure. The interruption feels like a cold splash of reality, abruptly yanking us back from the heated moment we shared and he’s helping me sit down again. Pressing another loving kiss to my forehead before murmuring, “Get some sleep, let me talk to them. I’ll be here when you wake.” 

I hesitate as Nick rises to his feet, eyes soft as he says one word quietly, “Sleep.”  And it’s the last thing I hear before I find myself passing out from exhaustion, a smile on my kiss-swollen lips. 

Grimm Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[grimreaperschild]

bones

summary: you and your housemates are thrown into a completely different world and for some reason they all look to you for answers

warnings: angst, character death, gore

a/n: this was so fun to write, definitely want to make this a series! give me your thoughts and mdni pls-🦷

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you’re shaken awake by chad, you slap his hands away trying to roll over “y/n wake up- please there’s something on the news- tara liv and quin are out- somethings wrong.” his voice is shrill, his tone showing you how scared he is your up in an instant booking it to the living room where your housemates are, mindy and anika are sat hand in hand starting at the tv, sams pacing ethan is sat on the floor looking white as a ghost chad comes behind you looking concerned, you turn your attention to the tv “breaking news! people all around the world are going rabid some are saying it’s a side affect of the new covid-19 virus please stay inside until further notice” the same message playing on repeat.

that has you pulling your phone out of your pocket, pressing your girlfriend tara’s contact with shaky fingers, it rings 3 times before she picks up “baby! we are nearly home, open the door” she sounds breathless you don’t say anything as you try to walk to the door, failing miserably you all but sprint to your front door throwing it open with a bang just in time to see a homeless man giving chase to the 3, you don’t remember moving but the next thing you know your down your steps and running towards them, you get there just as he pounces on quin she lets out a scream as he takes her to the floor you haul him off her punching him square in the nose a sickening crunch is heard as he falls “fuck” you hiss shaking out your hand, he makes a move to jump up but before you can do anymore damage tara is pulling you by your arm “y/n leave it come on please we need to get to the house” you don’t argue.

as soon as the door slams shut your pulling the smaller girl into your arms checking every inch of her “tara are you hurt, what happened” she relaxes into your hold and snuggles into you “im ok we were on our way back from the mall and people just started screaming and chasing each other we ran home as fast as we could” a yell comes from the living room and you follow the noise hand in hand with tara, ethan is stood pointing at quin red in the face sam is stiff bedside him liv and chad are standing protectively behind quin who looks like she’s about to throw up.

you quickly stand between the group hands raised “whoa, what the fuck is going on guys” you question voice soft but firm, they all start explaining at the same time “ok ok i can’t understand you if you all talk over each other like this” you point at ethan who still has his hand raised “why are you yelling” this snaps him out of his trance as he starts pacing again “she’s bit y/n that dude bit her, this is zombie apocalypse 101 she’s gonna turn im telling you we need to get her out” you raise your eyebrow at sam “your with him on this one? didn’t take you for a paranoia kinda girl” she shrugs her shoulders “somethings not right, i can feel it” you turn to quin “that homeless dude bit you?” she nods tears spilling out over her cheeks “ok, i think we all need to calm down, t could you make everyone some hot chocolate? im gonna clean quin up” she nods and makes her way into the kitchen. ethan throws his hands up “what your just letting her stay” he takes a menacing step towards her “ethan calm down we don’t know anything yet last thing we need is you trying to kill people because you read too many comic books” chad says getting up in his face pushing him back, you have to step in again “first of all it’s a tv show as well as comics and we don’t need you going all hero right now either, sit” you point to the sofa “you too ethan” you turn and give him a pointed look he frowns but sits anyway, you grab quins shoulders and steer her to the bathroom.

she’s sat on the toilet seat while you clean the bite he managed to sink his teeth in good, right where her neck meets her shoulder, you put pressure on to stop the slow trickle of blood “do you think ethan’s right” she’s shaking and your not sure if it’s from the adrenaline or the way she’s been softly crying this whole time “i don’t think so q, i mean if you were gonna catch some virus it would have been from that goblin i found in the kitchen last week” she giggles at that finally cracking a smile “yeah i made a bad choice with that one huh” “you make quite a few bad choices” you take the cloth off her shoulder readying the hydrogen peroxide “this is gonna hurt like a bitch” you warned, she nods you pour a hefty amount onto a clean cloth and press it to her shoulder, she lets out a cry and a fresh wave of tears spill out of her eyes “im sorry q, nearly done” she doesn’t say anything else as you put a patch over the bite.

3 soft knocks on the door as it opens and tara pokes her head in “hey hot chocolates made” she smiles half heartedly “go on i’ve told ethan to quit it” she smiles at you gratefully slipping past tara and out of sight, your shoulders slump as soon as the door closes tara gives you a once over with her eyes and points to the counter top, you oblige happily jumping up and opening your legs so she can stand between them. she takes your hand gently in her own you didn’t even realise you were bleeding till she started the cleaning process, she places a soft kiss to your bandaged knuckles when she’s done looking up at you with adoration in her eyes “thank you for coming to the rescue baby” you smile leaning your head forward to rest against hers “i’ll always be there to get you out of trouble love, you know that” she giggles pressing a soft kiss to your lips “my knight in shining armour” she fake swoons hands over her heart blinking rapidly, you chuckle jumping off the counter having to peer down at the girl as she only stood at 5’2 to your 5’7.

as you enter the room hand in hand with tara everyone is sat solemnly with cups and biscuits in there hands, you take your seat on the main sofa in-front of the tv it’s still blearing the same emergency broadcast “will someone please shut that off” chad looks up at you “huh- oh yeah sorry” he clicks the tv off and the room is plunged into an uncomfortable silence, you start to regret asking for it off you feel tara place a reassuring hand on your thigh as you notice that everyone’s looking at you as if waiting for you to speak, fuck when did i become the appointed leader you take a sip of your drink before talking the tension in the room growing with every passing second “ok so obviously no one’s going outside” wow y/n good job. you mentally kick yourself as you stand walking over to the window and opening the curtain to take a look out on the street.

what you see makes you stagger backwards hitting into the coffee table the mugs nearly falling off you think for a second you imagined it throwing the curtains open with a new sense of urgency your heart drops to the pit of your stomach with the realisation that you had seen it perfectly the first time, there was a little girl couldn’t have been older than 5 or 6 laying in the middle of the road a woman was hunched over with her back to the window pulling her guts out of the massive tear in her stomach and shoving them in her mouth with such eagerness youd think it was her first meal in years, you gag as she pulls some intestine out your vaguely aware of someone closing the curtain but that does nothing for you the image still burned fresh in your mind.

anika runs to the kitchen sink and starts hurling and that snaps you out of your daze spinning on your heel you take in the carnage, quin is nowhere to be found sams pacing again mindys sobbing into a pillow liv and chad are holding eachother and ethan is running to join anika at the sink, tara as always is stood dutifully by your side tears running down her face she’s shaking and for the first time you take in what she’s wearing, a blue long sleeved tank top and jeans she looks good. you take your jacket off and wrap it around her shoulders hoping to give her some comfort before you turn to the group “ok sam i need you” your proud of how clear your voice is, you sound strong the complete opposite of what your currently feeling.

sams eyes meet yours “windows we need to board up the windows and the door, can you do that for me” she nods moving swiftly to the basement door opening it and disappearing out of view, you turn surveying the rest of the group “chad, go help her” he doesn’t move “chad it’s gonna be ok you just have to listen” that gets him moving, your attention falls to mindy she’s still crying but it’s not as bad as before she’s shaking like a leaf, you sit next to her putting an arm around her shoulders “i need you and tara to do something for me ok?” tara perks up at the mention of her name listening intently “i need you guys to get all the food in the house and log it in a book” mindy nods grateful to have something to distract her.

as the 4 of you make your way into the kitchen you see ethan and anika pale sat with there backs to each other keeping close, “you tryna steal my girl landry?” mindy quips that brings a smile to everyone’s faces, it’s gonna be fine mindys still cracking jokes “ethan i need you in the livingroom now please, anika help these 2” with that you turn walking to your room grabbing 2 notepads and a bunch of pens and setting them out on the coffee table “everything we know about zombies or anything like that, no matter how stupid we write down ok?” ethan grabs a notepad and starts scribbling instantly, your mind turns to quin now everyone’s occupied you make your way cautiously to her room knocking softly, you hear a whimper from the other side and you open the door.

“quin?” shes stood with her back too you and there’s a purplish blue hue to her skin around the bite “quin you don’t look so good are you ok?” she stumbles as she turns and her eyes are a yellow colour leaking blood that falls off her cheeks and hits the carpet with a deafening put put put “shit” is all you get out before she lunges for you, your scream cut off by all the air being driven out of your lungs as your back hits the floor, she’s grabbing at your arms that are holding her as far away from you as humanly possible her jaw snapping wildly, you yell out as her hands find your face trying to pull you up to meet her, sam appears out of nowhere with a knife in her hands tara and ethan hot on her heels she lets out something that resembles a war cry as she sinks the knife into quins back it makes a squelching noise as she pulls it out, it makes you shudder. quin doesn’t even flinch her ginger hair getting in your eyes as your arms burn with the weight of keeping her up “the brain you have to kill the brain” ethan screames “i cant- fuck i cant i cant do it im gonna drop her” you wheeze out fighting with all your strength to keep her snapping jaws away from you. sam throws the knife down with all her might on the back of quins head just as your arms give out you scream and writhe around as her lifeless body falls ontop of you.

tara pulls you out from under her slamming the door shut as she pulls you into her chest arms coming around your shoulders, your breath coming out in short raged gasps as you try to calm down “shhhh shhh it’s over baby, i’ve got you everything’s ok” she coos to you rocking you back and fourth “my sweet girl shhh” your breath evens out and you clutch at her, you rise shakily to your feet eying the door suspiciously “im not bit” a collective sigh of relief could be heard “we have stuff to do guys common, sam i want this door boarded up asap” you let yourself be pulled away and into tara’s lap it must look comical with the size difference but you don’t care.

one by one the group finishes there tasks and takes there respective seats all glassy eyes and staring into the distance the shock that we lost one of our own settling in, your not sure what the fuck had happened in the last couple of hours but you knew you’d fight tooth and nail to keep the ones you loved alive.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Wild's Wolf (Modern AU): Febuwhump Day 15--Who did this to you?

When they escaped the compound in a sprint and piled into Time’s rusted old truck, peeling out of the dimly lit parking lot with a shriek of rubber against concrete, he did the first thing he always did when he got himself into trouble. 

He called Malon.

Time’s knuckles blanched white around the steering wheel as the phone rang all the way through on the first try, as well as the second and the third. On the fourth ring, she finally picked up.

“Link.” Her sleepy voice warbled through the phone’s old speaker. She sounded… pissed. “What’re you doing, calling at two in the morning? Why aren’t you in bed? When did you slip out? Where are you?”

“Sorry dear, a work thing came up—”

“—Who’s talking?” came the frightened bark from the backseat. “Where’s ‘at voice a’coming from? Mr. Time?”

“—do you have someone with you, honey?” Malon asked, sounding fractionally more alert now. There was a shifting on the other side of the line, likely Malon pushing back the covers and rising out of bed. “What’s going on? What in the world did they say?”

“Don’t worry about it, kid, it’s just my wife,” Time said lowly, then raised his voice to be heard over the speaker. “Yes, sweetheart, listen. I’d love to answer all of your questions when I see you. I’ll be home in about thirty minutes.”

Time glanced up into the rear-view mirror. The agency hadn’t given chase, not yet anyways, given the dark, empty highway road stretching out behind them. The wolf boy—Twilight, Time had gathered after their most recent conversations, not just Wolf —cradled Wild in his arms, braced awkwardly against the movements of the car and looking every bit a caged animal as he watched the world speed by outside the car’s dusty windows. Wild himself lay slack and quiet across the backseat, dried blood spilling over his pale face from the gash at his hairline. Time wasn’t sure if he was fully conscious or not—his torn hospital gown made it hard to tell if he was even alive, the way it washed him out. 

Malon said nothing to his dismissal, patiently waiting for some explanation in the crackling silence. “We’re, uh…” Time broke at last as he turned his eyes to the road.  “We’re going to be having some… guests this morning. Would you mind to prepare the guest bedroom? And get out that old med kit you’ve got in the top of the dresser, while you’re at it. And that bag of chocolates in my desk drawer.”

“The med kit? Are you hurt?” Malon’s next words were low, tense. “And just who are the guests you’re bringing home with you?” A heavy sigh. “What have you gotten yourself into now, Fairy Boy? ”

Time winced. “Nothing—nothing bad,” he lied through his teeth as he again checked the rear-view mirror. Still no cars tailing him, yet. Good. But they knew where he lived. His house would be the first place they checked, if they decided to come after him despite his threats to go to the news about their whole secret human experimentation project. “M-m-make sure that the boys stay in bed, Malon, we can explain things to them in the morning. And don’t forget those chocolates.”

“Alright, Link.” A heavy sigh rang out from the other end of the line. “You better know what you’re doing.”

Click!

Time resisted the urge to slam his own forehead against the steering wheel. “Oooooh, she’s gonna be so upset about this,” he said to the empty air. “I’m going to be out in the doghouse for a month.”

“You did not tell me that your wife is a fierce goddess, Mr. Time,” Twilight whispered, wide-eyed. Those long ears of his stood pricked up and alert, nearly completely upright as they swiveled as if to catch her voice again. “That she may use her powerful influence to project her holy presence to our lowly senses, whilst she is absent from this place of being herself? And yet you dare to incur her wrath upon yourself, so much so that she shall transform you into a lowly dog? What offering must we make to appease her fury?”

Aaaaaaand that was their jabber nuts reaching the time limit of their magic. “No, she’s not a goddess, and that’s just a figure of speech.” Time restrained himself from making a joking comment about her in regards to that—he’d just confuse the boy more. He dug into the sack of candies in his front shirt pocket and passed two jabber nuts back, careful to keep one eye on the road. “Take another one of these. See if Wild will eat one as well.” 

Twilight hummed suspiciously, muttering something to himself that Time could no longer parse out without the jabber nut’s magic, but took the chocolate candies from his palm. Time popped another one into his own mouth just as headlights appeared on the horizon behind them. He veered off the nearest exit and turned on the winding road that led through the woods and eventually, to the farm.

“D’you reckon he’ll be alright, sir?” Twilight asked a few quiet minutes later. “He’s lookin real hurt back here. Ain’t woken up once since we hightailed it out of that curs’ed place.”

Time smiled at the sudden difference in the sound of his voice. The jabber nuts were funny in that they not only translated the meaning of a person’s words, but they also conveyed how that person’s words would come across to a native speaker. Not only did that mean tone indicators such as sarcasm—underneath the jabber nut’s magic, Time did not hear that upwards lilt of an interrogative with Twilight’s question, perhaps their language had a specific word that signified such a thing—but it also imbued an accent, when applicable. For Wild, his voice was an unremarkable American English, which meant he likely spoke the most common iteration of their language. For Twilight, the jabber nut’s magic chose to give him a deep, drawling southern accent. Perhaps he had originally been a farmer, or he hailed from a stereotypically less educated corner of their home country, or maybe he was just from a rural area. Time could only guess what the magic had picked up on. The academic, professorly side of him noted it as something to look into more deeply later.

“I’m sure that he’ll be fine, he just needs to sleep off whatever they did to him,” Time said smoothly. But the vicious blow to the Wild’s head and the jerking of his thin body from the electricity's effects after those researchers had shocked him for daring to fight back—it might take a little bit more than a good night’s sleep to heal. “Malon—that’s my wife who you heard talking earlier—will fix him right up, I’m sure of it.”

“So, I reckon I did understand that right, earlier—that’s where you’re taking us? To your wife?” Twilight mumbled as he leaned his arm against the window, watching the world fly by. His hand carded absently through Wild’s bloodied hair. “You said that you’d help me get him back, an’ we’d be free to go. You ain’t never mentioned taking us nowhere other than back home.”

Time’s heart ached at the kid’s betrayed, defensive tone. “I did say that. And you will be home, soon, I promise,” he soothed. As if the forest they’d survived in before would be safe anymore, given that people knew about them now. Time shook his head. That was a bridge to cross and a conversation to have another day. “I’m just taking you to my home to make sure that Wild’s okay. You want him to be okay, don’t you?”

Time felt even worse, then, for turning such horribly manipulative phrasing upon the kid in order to gain his compliance. But it worked, and Twilight shrunk into himself with a meek nod.

“Good. We’ll be there in 15 minutes.” Time peered at the both of them in the backseat. Twilight was nearly standing now in order to withstand the jostling movement of the car on the winding country roads. His back was pressed against the car door and legs braced stiltedly against the floorboard, turning him all askew where he tried to keep Wild’s head in his lap despite such a position. Wild’s eyes remained closed. “Sit down and put your seatbelt on, Twilight. It’s dangerous to be unbuckled in a moving car.”

“Put on my what?” Twilight’s icy blue eyes snapped to Time, his ears pinning back in alarm. “Dangerous to be unbelted in a what?”

Ah. The jabber nuts, despite their magic, did not have the power to translate everything, especially when a concept was not shared between respective languages.

“Nevermind,” Time muttered, turning onto another street. “Just stay seated and hope that I don’t crash before we get there.”

Finally, they pulled into the gravel driveway. Battered fence posts ran along either side of the road, penning in the horses and cows that would all be asleep in the big red barns at the backside of the property. The vegetable gardens lay to one side; the white farmhouse loomed on the other side at the top of the hill; the kitchen light flicked on, and if Time squinted, he could spot Malon’s silhouette shadowing the window.

“Listen, boys, we’re here.” Time spoke up. Twilight, previously nodding off, jerked to attention in the backseat. Wild remained still, but Time thought he saw his eyes flicker open at his words. “When we go inside, I want you to go and sit in the living room. I’ll talk to Malon. She’s likely gonna want a pretty good explanation on all of this, and I’d rather it come from me.”

“An’ if she turn you inta dog?” Twilight asked tremulously. Wild made a little confused noise on his lap, and Twilight returned to petting his head, looking very, very stressed about the idea. “What’re we s’posed to do then?”

“She’s not going to turn me into a dog, Twilight,” Time answered tersely. She may kill me, though. He knew better than to voice that thought—the jabber nuts were clearly not doing a good enough job to translate the idea of irony to the poor kid. Time pulled up the car to the garage, parking in front of the closed doors. “Alright, everybody get out.”

Just as Time stepped around the vehicle to release a trapped Twilight from the backseat—he’d forgotten the boy wouldn’t know how to use the latch—the front door to the house opened. Light spilled onto the driveway.

“Link!” Malon’s scolding voice nearly made him cower in its intensity. “Just where have you been? Two in the morning, calling me telling me—”

“Shh, shh, shh, shh!” Time begged, waving his arms. He raised a finger to his lips. “One’s got a head injury, you’re gonna hurt his ears.”

Malon took in a deep, preparatory breath, but right on cue, Twilight unfolded himself out of the car—a mess of lanky limbs and unsteady after the long, unfamiliar ride—and her lecture petered out then and there. He clutched Wild, still so small and shivering, to his chest. “Uh… ‘Lo, Mrs. Malon.” Twilight seemed to attempt to dip into a respectful bow, but the precious cargo in his arms made it difficult to complete the gesture. He ended up bending his head over Wild, the tips of his ears downturned. Always with the ears. Time didn’t remember there being so much body language about them. But it had been decades since he’d last seen them, after all. “Nice t’meet you, ma’am.”

“Oh my god, where did you get two kids?” Malon whispered, her hands over her mouth. “Looks like you picked up a hobo and a psych ward escapee.”

“Like I said, work,” Time said briskly, retrieving and shouldering his professor’s satchel from the passenger’s seat. “Did you eat one of the chocolates already?”

“Of course I did, Link.”

“Then stop insulting the poor boys, because they can understand you, too, and they’ve been through a lot today.”

Malon huffed, crossing her arms as she looked over the two. Twilight stepped forwards, then, and his knees seemed to shake underneath him beneath her gaze, but he stood tall. “I’ve heard lots about you from Mr. Time, kind ma’am. Can… can you help my lil brother, please?”

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same. My husband likes to keep his secrets, it seems.” The look Malon sent Time was deadly. Then, as if on a dime, her voice changed to a soft, motherly coo as she turned her attention to Wild. “Oh, you poor boy, you." She placed a gentle hand over his forehead, brushing his bangs to the side; he gazed back, his eyes open but glassy and unseeing. "Who did this to you?” 

“C’mon inside, dearies, I’ll get you and your little brother all fixed up, and get you something to fill your stomachs too?” She took Wild from Twilight with ease—and Twilight let her, surprisingly enough—then headed for the front door. “And while we’re doing that, my husband and I will talk. That sound alright to you?”

“Yes ma’am!” Twilight followed her readily inside, a skip to his step that Time had never seen from him before. Time trailed far behind, a shadow staying out of Malon’s blazing sight. Oh, he was in so much trouble.

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Some meme's to start of the chapter again:

[Third Person]:

*chirp chirp*

Morning had come, the birds had started chirping and the sun was shining. Our protagonist and her friend Epel laid on the boy's bed blissfully unaware that they were going to be late for school.

It was quiet and peaceful. Something [Y/n] hadn't felt since yesterday. It was perfect. Just their sleep was just getting better by the second-

A alarm on a phone rang.

Both [Y/n] and Epel jolted awake at the sound of the shrill and loud noise emitted from the device. 

"What the hell's that SOUND??" screamed Epel in annoyance as he scurried across his bed to get to his phone on the bedside table. He turned the alarm of in the speed of light as soon as he grabbed his phone.

The sound of the alarm was still ringing in [Y/n]'s head as she clutched her head and looked up to Epel. When she looked at him he gave her a look of horror. He looked and muttered under his breath cursing at something. Then looked up to [Y/n] again in pure seriousness. He walked up closer to her and slammed his hands onto her shoulders with flare and told her calmly-

"Girl we late for class."

[Y/n]'s brain malfunctioned as she heard those words spew out of Epel's mouth. In shock her jaw dropped and eyes widened.

'Shit, I forgot to ask for a uniform....'  In a fright she turned to Epel, with slight panic.

"EPEL YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS NOW????" she shrieked. "GET READY QUICK EPEL WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE." She ordered him with fiery passion as she ran to her door to ask Rook about her uniform. As she opened the door with a slam. A treasure chest looking box was placed in front of her, labeled with her name at the top. 

Curious she quickly dragged it inside with all her might. Inside Epel was jumping from one corner of the room from another in search of his tie.

As [Y/n] hurriedly opened to see what was inside, she couldn't believe what she saw.

Hygiene products, a school uniform, a nightgown, beauty products, and anything you can name was inside the chest full of objects.

'Shit got to get ready for school!'

She quickly reached inside the chest and pulled out her uniform and in a hurry ran into the bathroom to change. 

Some uniform inspo here:

She threw her clothes on and fixed her hair to look presentable. Which she was horrible at. It was so hard to do her hair without all the palace maids she used too. They would have helped her do everything in a jiffy. 

'Goddamn it, forget about the hair-'

She ripped the hair tie from her hair and combed it so it looked fine when it was open.

'Where the hell is my tie...'

She looked around but couldn't find it. So she ran out of the bathroom and rummaged through the chest of things. After finally finding the tie she ran back into the bathroom locking the door.

As she looked in the mirror to do her tie but she struggled. As she one more time tried to do her tie, she heard Epel call out to her.

"[Y/n] WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" screamed Epel in annoyance. Abandoning everything, she let her tie dangle around her neck and ran outside the bathroom. 

Epel was ready with all his stuff and [Y/n] saw him holding another bag in his hand. As she looked at it, he saw her staring and handed the backpack to her in slight embarrassment.

"Hey I made your bag....I saw you were kinda busy so I helped...." he softly stated as he also pushed a purple band into her hand as well. "You put that on your arm to symbolize our dorm house and....DO IT QUICKLY." He screamed under his breath. 

[Y/n] had wide eyes and a slightly suprised due to the previous series of events straightened up as she quickly put on her band on her arm. 

'Was it just me or did he sound a bit tsundere right now.....' Shaking her head she ignore her thoughts.

"Well then Epel shall we go now." She said opening the door to usher him out. Epel instead of saying yes ran across [Y/n] and sprinted across the hall in a hurry. Leaving her in the dust coughing due to the dust reaching her nose. 

She soon followed after him in a rush to catch up to him as well. 

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'Where the hell am I....'

I.got.lost.

'Which is basically what I dreaded'

This is seriously not one of the best mornings to start the first day of school. As [Y/n] groaned to herself she looked around her surroundings trying to analyse it.

Looking around all [Y/n] saw was a never-ending street. It was surrounded by bushes and trees making a pathway down the road. Somewhere in the distance she heard some kind of talking so she followed the sound and reached a street filled with statues.

As she kept going forward admiring the statues, she heard a familiar voice in the background talk out loud.

"Queen of Hearts? Is she some kinda big deal?" cried out a familiar voice in shock and awe. As she turned to look behind her from where the voice came from. She was shocked to see Grim, a random guy... .....and YUU???

"So basically-" 

"YUU IS THAT YOU??" shrieked out [Y/N] with all her might. Her shout caused the group to turn their heads towards her in shock.

One minute she was there and one moment she was not. In a blink of eye she had vanished and had came back. Then she appeared right in front of them as if she had teleported.

Right there in front of them [Y/n] felt joyous as she finally met someone who was familiar to her in this situation. 

"[Y/n] you're here? How did you find me and Grim?" Yuu questioned her in surprise, as he was quite shocked at her sudden appearance. 

Yuu taking in her appearance saw her undone tie and shirt which was not buttoned properly. He blushed at the sight turning his head.

"Myah! That right, how did ya end up here!?" asked Grim in curiosity as he also piped in to the conversation.

"Who the hell are you!?" The stranger gawked at the girl because of her speed.

She blinked in surprise as she got bombarded with questions. She was brought back to reality when she saw everyone staring at her with expectant eyes.

'Dang it, I spooked them a bit didn't I.' Sweat dropping at the thought she started answering the questions one by one.

"Remember how I got accepted in the college Yuu? Well I am now in Pomefiore now!" Answering the magicless boy's question with delight. Then turning to Grim.

"I got lost on the way to class. I woke up really late and messed up my schedule real bad." She replied to Grim's answer while the back of her neck in embarrassment and displeasure. Then looking at the new stranger.

"Wait! Aren't you the girl the whole school is talking about?" The stranger exclaimed in realization.

"People talk about me!????" Stunned by the statement [Y/n] couldn't help but gasp at the thought of the students gossiping about her as the only girl in the school.

'Good 'ol days. I remember the times the town villagers used to gossip when I accidentally tripped over my dress in public....'

"Well then...hello! Nice to meet you, stranger! My name is [Y/n] Alastair!" she said in enthusiasm introducing to the individual.

The stranger, stunned by her enthusiasm, chuckled and replied confidently back to her.

"Name's Ace. I'm a first year student here, as of... today! Pleased to meetcha!" Winking at [Y/n] as a smirk arose to his face.

(My bro is tryna rizz up [Y/n] but failing like shit)

"Ok, back to what I was explaining." Ace exclaimed suddenly.

"She was a queen who lived in a maze-like garden of roses long, long ago. She was a strict woman who prized order above all. She wouldn't tolerate a rose being off-color, or her playing-card soldiers being out of step. She basically ruled over a kingdom of madness, but not one of her subjects dared to defy her. You wanna know why? Because the punishment for breaking a rule was immediate decapitation!"

"Woah! That's terrifying!" and a "Goodness gracious, was that lady mental." were heard respectfully from both [Y/n]'s and Yuu's mouths. 

"Wah! That is seriously messed up!" Grim exclaimed

"Pretty cool, right? I'm a big fan. I mean, who would bother to obey a queen that was kind all the time?"

"You're a fan of a rule-loving maniac who executed people cause they didn't follow rules?" Yuu asked suspiciously.

"HEY! I only mean her, not her personality, okay?"

"Myah! You're definitely lying. [Y/n] don't you think so too?" Grim joined in.

"I mean when you say it like that..."

"Geez! Okay guys! That's enough...." Ace said deflating underneath their snarky comments. "Also Yuu she ain't that bad." He snarked back at Yuu.

"Whatever. Let's go see the other ones." Yuu responded.

As they walked further down the street. Grim was drawn to a statue shaped as a lion. The lion was standing and it had a very bushy looking mane. It also had a scar down his eye. The statue gave off a very powerful aura.

"So tell me, Ace. Is that lion with a scare in the eye a famous ruler too?" Grim asked again.

"Of course! That's the King of Beasts who ruled the savanna. But he wasn't born into the throne - he had to earn it through hard work and elaborate schemes. When he became king, he decreed that the hyenas would be pariahs no more, and should live among his subjects as equals."

"Oooo. He sounds really hard working and he doesn't sound like he discriminates either!" ( Wait till they meet Leona-)

"Sounds like a great guy! Not everyone's able to look past social status like that." Grim replied with enthusiasm.

Yuu just stood there looking at the statue, quiet and serious. Did one of us say something that upset him? She nudged his shoulder while Grim and Ace were talking about the king of the beasts.

"Hey Yuu? Are you good?" I ask. Yuu looked back at [Y/n] still with a hint of seriousness and he said "No." Then it became quiet again.

'Why is he so quiet today...'

"Who's the lady with the octopus legs?

We then walked a bit further to see a lady with octopus legs. She had a beauty mole on her face and looked stunning.

"The Sea Witch who lived in an underwater grotto. She basically devoted her life to helping troubled merfolk. If they were willing to pay the price, she'd help them change their appearance, find love, whatever! They say she was so good , there was no wish she couldn't grant. They also say the price was a tad steep, though. But she was granting wishes! Of course it was!"

"Myaha! So you're sayin' that once I'm a great mage, gettin' rich off folks will be a total cinch?!"

"Gosh I wish she was so I could wish"

'- to meet my family again and go back home'

"Oh, oh! Do the dude with the big hat next!"

Then the next statue we saw was of a man. He had a scepter and was standing tall as if looking down on us. He held an aura of authority.

"That's the Sorcerer of the Sands. He was an advisor to a total dolt of a sultan. He was a smart guy. Really capable sort. He exposed this swindler once - some guy pretending to be a prince in order to trick the princess! After that, he got this magic lamp and became the greatest sorcerer in the world. Then, they say... he used that power to become sultan himself!"

'As if it was this easy to be a ruler...'

"Well that's cool I guess, '' said Yuu with slight interest and feign astonishment, trying to lift his mood up.

"Wow! Guess it's true that a mage needs to be an excellent judge of character, huh? And what about this beauty over here?"

"She's a queen who was said to be the fairest in all the land. In fact, she used her magic mirror to check how she ranked on a daily basis! When it looked like her position was threatened, they say she'd do whatever it took to keep it. Can you even imagine the level of dedication it would require to keep a record like that? Also, they say she was a master of making poisons!"

"She looks so beautiful and powerful!" exclaimed [Y/n]

"Geez. She's pretty, but that sounds kinda scary." Said Grim as shivers ran up his spine.

"You think so? I gotta respect the hustle!" Ace laughed at Grim.

"And the one there, with the flaming head? Now THAT guy looks scary!"

There stood a man, dressed somewhat looking like greek clothes. His hair was LITERAL fire. He had an aura of death around him.

'Ooooo! That guy looks really cool!'

"That's the King of the underworld! Single-handedly ruling a kingdom packed with rambunctious spirits - that takes competence! He may look scary, but he was a straight shooter who worked tirelessly at a tough job he never even asked for. I mean, this is the guy who was ordering Cerberus, the Hydra, and the Titans into battle for him."

"He really deserves credit for all he has done doesn't he?"

"I can relate. I literally don't want to do this janitor job either....😒" Yuu said nonchalantly.

"Hmm. That IS something. T'think he could have that much power and not let it go to his head! And that last one there, with the horns?"

The last statue stood at the edge. It was a lady with horns and she also had a scepter like the sorcerer. She had a slim face and wore a cape looking dress that covered her whole body.

"That's the Thorn Fairy who lived on a mythical mountain. She was noble and elegant, and a master of magic and curses - even by the standards of these seven! She commanded storms, covered the kingdom with thorns... She could use magic on a massive scale! She could even turn herself into a giant dragon."

"A DRAGON? That's so cool!!"

"I mean that does sound cool." Yuu looked said in disinterest again.

"Ooh. a dragon! What all monsters yearn to be!" Grim said in a happy tone. 

"Pretty cool, huh? Not like some piddling weasel." Ace said in an offending voice to Grim.

"HAH!????" 

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[Yuu's POV]:

What did I just see? A statue of a lady? No no no no no no.

I just saw a statue of a Disney character.

The 7 main Disney villains of all time back on Earth. How did they appear here? Was this some kind of knock off version of the Disney world? Damn it.....can't I have one day of peace here.

There was also Ace..... ace.....listening to his name he sounds like the ace of hearts in the movie Alice in Wonderland. Why is everything here related to disney here? 

As Ace dragged us forward. He introduced us to the statue of Scar. Scar ain't that bad be he aint that good either. So Lion King is checked off the list of who else might be here…

Then the next statue was of Ursula. Little mermaid? Checked.

We went on further and further and saw more of the 4 more statues. [Y/n] even asked If I was alright in the middle of the orientation of the statues Ace was giving us. I also answered with a "No" wtf was I thinking when I said that?? 

Anyways-

The movies the villains were from. 

-Aladdin? Check.

- Snow White? Check.

- Hercules? Check.....

-Sleeping Beauty? Check...

Damn. That is a lot to process in one go. This is a goofy mad dude.

And just as everything was getting worse Ace just had to piss off Grim by teasing him and making him mad.

'Wtf is wrong with my life.' ([Y/n] kinnie)

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[Third Person]:

"Pfft... Ah ha ha! I can't hold it back anymore! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Come on, you're the ones who turned orientation into such a fiasco, right?"

"We didn't mean it!"

"Yeah!"

"Myah! Now you're just being mean!."

"The one summoned by the Dark Mirror who can't even use magic, another magicless person who is also as a matter of fact a GIRL and the monster no one summoned at all. It took everything I had not to burst into laughter right in the middle of the ceremony!" Ace cackled as we stared at him in confusion and utter shock on our faces.

'I can't believe this is happening.'

"H-hey! You don't gotta be a jerk about it!"

Yuu looked like he was too speechless to even talk and we just stayed quiet on the side as the drama went on.

"So in the end, neither of you got admitted, and now you're janitors? Ah ha ha! SO lame!" questioned while grinning at us with utmost pride.

'I can't stand this anymore.'

"Well for you information-" [Y/n] strode to right in front of Ace with confidence,

"I DID get admitted to NRC. I don't even think you know which dorm I am in am I? Well dumdass I got sorted in Pomefiore and I am not a fucking janitor either. Before you start yapping again, just rethink what you just heard." yelled at Ace. Leaving him, Yuu and the cat are shocked at your outburst.

"Did ya think about it yet? You knock off version of an ace of hearts card!" Leaving Ace speechless.

"I-Well-"

"Shut the hell up Ace '' She huffed and went back to her spot next to Yuu.

*Insert Yuu clapping his hands in the background*

"Anyway, I just thought I'd tease you a bit. And man am I glad I did. It's been a blast! Unlike you, I actually have classes to get to, so I'll let you get back to pick up trash . Bye!" Quickly snapping out his trance he got ready to run away from them in a hurry.

"Myuh-uh! You ain't walkin' away from me! It's too late for that! Myaaaaah!" A humongous fire ball flew towards Ace.

"WOAH! What the hell Grim!" Ace screamed in anger

"Grim calm down!" Yuu exclaimed in worry.

"No one makes fun of Grim, Master of Fire! I'm gonna make that explodey-head of yours explode all over again!" 

"Explodey-head?! You wanna throw down with me, shorty? You got some guts. You wanna talk about hair, huh? I'm gonna shave you like a toy poodle!" Ace retaliated back in anger once again.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit us with great force almost knocking all of us off our feet. 

"Myaaaaah!"

"WHAT THE FUCK" screamed Yuu in fear.

[Y/n] just stood there done with everything.

'This shit is even more troublesome than taking care of my unhinged siblings fighting.'

They all turned towards Ace. He had a pen out and in his hand, he was grinning and was looking giddy.

"Oh-ho! How do you like that?"

"H-hey! His magic winds are blowin' my fireballs off course! No fair!" screeched Grim iin annoyance as he got ready to hurl another fireball at Ace.

As the fight was going on a A crowd surrounded the group forming a circle. The bystanders looked in pure joy at the sight of a fight happening on the first day of school. 

"Woah this is awesome! A fight on the first day of school." Said Student 1

"Bro the only thing we are watching is a twink fighting with a racoon. What's so good about that????" said Student 2

"Hey I bet you 20 thaumarks the talking racoon is going to win." Student 3 whispered to his friend.

"Then I bet you 20 thaumarks as well but I am rooting for the valentine heart boy." Student 4 snickered to Student 3

Lord can't this torture end already?

"Take that!" Grim shouted as he blasted the biggest fireball yet at Ace.

"Pfft. All it takes is a little gust to- Hah!" Ace once again retaliated at Grim before his face into horror.

A Gasp rang through the crowd of students.

The statue of the queen of hearts was burnt, and charred that we couldn't even see its previous color anymore.

"Oh no! Now the Queen of Hearts's statue looks like it's been flame-broiled!" yelped in horror while looking at the statue he had just burnt.

"That's your fault for tryin' to divert it! You shoulda just let it burn you to a crisp!"

"Grim that could kill him!" [Y/n] scolded Grim.

"Should have let him get burnt," said Yuu, scowling at Ace.

"Yuu!" Exasperated [Y/n] at the childish boys.

Suddenly a different voice was heard not too far away from them. "What is going on here? Cease this at once!"

Everyone freezes.

Then all the bystanders around us ran as if they were running after their lifeline leaving us behind.

"Oh no! The headmage!" Ace exclaimed in horror.

"Not more lashings of love! We gotta get outta here!"

Ignoring their words, the headmaster pulled out his whip and whipped them with one strike.

"OW" screamed Ace as he rubbed his back in pain.

"Myaaaaah! And I'm still sore from yesterday, too!"

Yuu and [Y/n] just stood there frozen in their spots. They couldn't help but glance at each other as if to see each others reaction at the shit that was happening right now. Their eyes did all the talking.

'Did ya see shit'

'Yes Yuu I did and it was not pleasant.'

As they were stuck in their daydream world. One statement brought them out of it and it was.

"Then listen well, Trappola. You too, [Y/n], Grim and [MC]. As punishment for today's infractions, you are hereby ordered to wash a hundred windows!"

"HUH?"

"But Mister Crowley we did nothing!?" protested [Y/n] shocked at the revelation.

"Myah?! That's what you get for makin' fun of me! This is all your fault!" shouted at Ace anger radiating at him.

"Whaaat? I have to do it too?!" Not wanting to take the blame of the fight.

Ignoring everyone's pleas Crowley commanded in a strict voice with a "Of course you do. You will meet in the cafeteria after class. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir." Said [Y/n], Ace, and Yuu as they straightened their backs stiff as they got startled by the commanding voice of Crowley.

"Ugh, I just can't catch a break!" grumbled Grim under his breath.

'Neither can I Grim, neither did I.....'

As Grim and Ace gave each other their final glares. Yuu picked up Grim bidding us goodbye and turning around to walk back to class. As Ace also did the same. I couldn't help but think-

' I was seriously underestimating this place........I don't want to stay here anymore! 😭 '

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Author's Note:

Hello everyone! Here's a chapter I made today, hope you guys enjoyed reading it!!!!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Battle of Egos

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Before I set up my stream. Violence.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You don’t listen to Bucky. 

You stay at the door and listen, heartbeat racing as you press your ear to the wood. Not quite brave enough to insist, too ashamed to leave entirely. You hold your breath and your head pounds as the voices come through.

“Birdy,” Bucky says, “you wanna go back?” You can hear the smugness in his tone.

There’s silence as your chest throbs with your bated breath and you let it out.

“Sing for me, Birdy,” Bucky taunts and you hear movement.

“N-no,” Birdy squeaks and you close your eyes in a cringe. Wrong answer. Was there even a right one?

“Ah, sorry buddy, you heard her–” Bucky begins.

“You little bitch!” Steve snarls and Birdy screams, only for a second before it’s cut short and she gurgles.

There’s a grunt and a crash. Coughing and heavy footfalls. You touch the handle and Bucky’s warning echoes in your mind, “You’ll pay for that, baby.” You’ve already fucked up, what’s a little more?

“Please–” Birdy begs and another crash comes from within.

You twist the knob and push through. Bucky and Steve hit the wall against, trapped in each others’ arms.

Steve grabs Bucky’s skull and tries to slam it back into the wall, only to be spun against it himself. A vibranium fist barely misses the blond’s nose as he shifts and pushes off, tackling the other into the couch and tumbling over the back. They hit the floor as Birdy watches in tearful horror. Her strap is torn and she keeps a hand to her throat as she gulps.

You wave until you catch her attention. You beckon her to you and put a finger to your lips. She frowns and you point to the floor, get over here now! She looks at the men, rolling around the floor as they snarl, fighting to get the upper hand on the other as they knock over a stool along the walnut bar.

Birdy slowly tiptoes around the crooked couch and you reach for her as she comes near. You back away, keeping your eye on the super soldiers as you take her out of the room. You don’t bother closing the door as you flatten your hand and push down, a signal to stay quiet.

You take off your shoes and have her do the same. The heels will make even more noise on the stairs. You're shaking as you cling to her, your mind is three steps behind your body as the adrenaline courses through your veins. You descend, one step at a time and stop her at the bottom.

This is it, what do you do now?

“Where are we going?” She asks the same question you haven’t answered yourself. She looks at the front door and your stomach drops. You didn’t dare to think it but you can’t just wait for them to make peace.

You glance around at the house, the domestic prison, the walls he’s put up around you. Both of you. You squeeze her wrist and look at the shoe rack. You let her go and grab your sneakers and hand them over to her. You take a pair of flats for yourself and face the door.

“Coco,” she touches your elbow, “they’ll find us.”

“They’ll try,” you’re not quite convinced but you keep your voice steady.

She bends to put on the runners as you step into the flats. You grab Bucky’s hoody from the peg and your jacket. You turn the latch and pull open the door by the brass handle. You wrap your hands around hers and tug her out behind you.

You leave the door open, too afraid to make too much noise. You march up to the curb and stop. You release her and face the house again, wiggling the ring off your fingers and throwing it into the hedges. Your eyes fill with tears and you peer down the cul-de-sac. Birdy twines her fingers through hers.

“I want to go,” she says, “I want to try.”

“Me too,” you say and pull her down the sidewalk, going faster with each step, “run, Birdy.”

You both fall into a sprint, clinging to each other as the further you get fills you with another surge of energy. You pant and puff as you turn the corner and you quickly veer down the next. You point her to a fence and follow behind, helping her over the top before pulling yourself up.

“We can lose them for a bit in the back,” you hop down, “maybe not forever, but we’ll fight.” You huff as you cross the grass, “we’ll try.” 

[mothgodofchaos]

.... anything with iris chase I'll take it

(Imma stay anonymous but u probably know who I am😔/hj)

Reunion

I totally have no idea who you are at all. The mystery of your identity will haunt me forevermore. /s

In other news, here's the second part to the Ghost!Chase storyline.

Ghost!Chase x GN!Reader, TW: grief, death, funeral mention Words: 703

You’re nervous knocking on this door, partially due to you not being sure if you’re gonna be able to keep your footing if you’re shoved out of the way to get to Chase. You let out a big sigh, deciding to ring the doorbell instead, holding tightly onto Chase’s hand. He looks just as nervous, looking at the house he once lived in before he went missing. 

“Not much has changed…”

“Maybe not on the outside, but no one is the same they were when you were still around. You’ll notice, really quickly.”

Marvin answers the door, smiling at you before the ghostly glow of his brother catches his eye, making him step back in disbelief.

“...Chase!?”

“Hi…-”

Marvin is quick to scoop Chase into his arms, nearly sobbing at the sight of his little brother coming home after so long of him being missing.

“Come in! I gotta tell t’e ot’er boys!”

Before you can even say anything, you’re unceremoniously pulled into the house. Marvin sprints off to the back of the house, yelling for the others to come out of their rooms. You manage to get Chase to sit down with you, holding his hand to try and settle him a little before the wall of emotions comes back. Henrik is the next one out, in absolute disbelief and with a medical kit in hand. His heart drops when he sees the state Chase is in, realizing there is not a single thing in his kit that can help his baby brother. 

“Oh Brüderlein…"

His hug to Chase is a lot softer, checking him over for any obvious injuries, possible causes of death. Chase just lets himself be moved, using his other hand to wipe his tears. Henrik is quick to wipe the tears away with a tissue, frowning at seeing him like this.

“Vhat happened, Chase?”

“I got grabbed… it was quick, but-”

“Who.”

Chase is silent, only continuing once you squeeze his hand.”

“Your old job. The IRIS facility.”

There’s a fire that ignites in Henrik’s eyes that you’ve never witnessed before, and he has to let go of Chase to redirect it so as to not injure his brother’s ghostly hands. Marvin walks in with Jameson and Jackie, who just stand there silently. You realize they heard it too, as Marvin’s tattoos begin glowing and Jackie’s eyes to match.

“Hey, woah woah woah. No angies in the house, I’m not having you guys wreck your house again. We can go break his body out later, but right now, he needs you. He’s been wandering for years and I only found him because he finally found his grave.”

Your hands go out to placate the increasingly more agitated superpowered brothers, hoping to bring them back to the current reality. 

“Wait- he’s not even buried t’ere!?”

“T’ose police bastards…”

Jameson grabs Marvin’s hands to stop any spite hexes, as Jackie moves to Chase, picking him up off the couch in an almost suffocating hug.

“We missed you, little dude. Yer room is t’e same as it always was. None o’ us could bear t’ change it.”

“Can I see it? Please?”

Jackie is quick to put him down, placing a hand on Chase’s back to lead him back to his room. Jameson follows shortly after them, as Marvin sits down on the floor next to the wall, holding his head in his hands.

“I can’t believe we buried an empty casket…”

“Hey, we couldn’t have known. It’s okay. They tricked us. But we’ll get his body back. He told me they wanted it to be a vessel for something, so if they succeeded, his body is still intact.”

“I hate t’ break it t’ ye, but if t’ey succeeded, I t’ink whatever is inside him has squatters rights at t’is point.”

“Eh. Who cares. If we give those bastards the same treatment, it’ll have plenty of vessels to choose from.”

Marvin cheers up a little, giving you a fist bump.

“Alright, let’s get ‘im all settled in. I’ll see what I can do about t’e whole ghost t’ing, but ye just stay fer him. I know he needs you.”

“He needs all of us, Marv.”

“True, but don’t discount yerself.”

[saffronimagines]

Hello ! May I request a Tom or Andrew! Peter Parker x reader where its enemies to lovers?

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬

Pairing: TASM!peter Parker x Fem!reader.

I DON'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE/STEAL MY WORK.

Summary: you and peter Parker don't get along. he thinks you're mean and stuck up, you think he's a nerd. but when you both spend more time with each other it changes.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers troupe, mentions of sex. steamy making out, love confessions. Reader gets into fights. Peter gets flustered. Reader is a nerd in disguise. Angst?

Request: Yes/no

word count: 600+

March 8th, 2012.

You and Peter Parker had never gotten along, ever since you were kids, both your aunts being friends meant you both spent a lot of time together.

However, you weren't kids anymore. and your hatred for the boy grew. high school had been a roller coaster of emotions, you started acting out and getting into fights. you frequently showed up to class with a black eye or bloody nose.

you and peter got into arguments, played pranks on each other, and just in general didn't like being in each other's presence.

when you'd go to your Locker, peter would be next to it. as he was next to yours.

"Again? what happened this time?" he mockingly laughed, pulling the lock off the metal door. "be quiet peter, your nerdiness is hurting my head" you rubbed your forehead in fake pain. "also don't try to pretend you've never gotten into a fight before," you told him, he looked at you dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about?..." you watched his visual gulp. "Dude, I've seen you come to school with bruises and cuts on your face"

"no i haven't" he reflected.

"Whatever I don't care anyway. bye shithead" then perfectly timed the bell rings to go home.

March 9th, 2012.

you had managed to land yourself in detention. and conveniently peter had also gotten detention. "I've got to make copies of this, I'll just be a second" the Teacher in charge had left to make copies. leaving you two alone.

"so... can't be any longer before you get expelled." The brunette next to you questioned. "fuck off" you immediately responded. "I would but I like messing with you" he continued staring out the window.

when you didn't respond he sighed and went serious.

"you're so different than you used to be." when you stilled and saw you tense, he continued. "we used to be friends, you used to want to be around me...now you can't even look at me" you hated Peter. no. you wanted to hate Peter, you wanted to hate him because something about him made you want to be around him.

you didn't think you deserved him.

"I don't hate you peter" You breathed out. "But I don't like you either" then the supervisor walked back in with a stack of paper. she began handing it out to both of you. "once you finish this paper, you can leave" you finished the worksheet as fast as possible. and practically sprinted out of the building. avoiding a possible conversation with peter.

March 16th, 2012.

for a whole week did peter try to talk to and find you, he'd even gone to your house, you made your parents tell him you weren't there. but he saw you through the windows anyways.

a week later you'd successfully managed to avoid Peter Parker and all his beauty. and at the end of the school day, you thought peter went home. but as you approached your locker. you heard footsteps behind you.

"Fucking finally, you have no clue how long I've been trying to find you!" he puffed out in exhaustion. Shit. "yeah sorry about that" you replied sarcastically

"What is your problem" he leaned against the lockers next to you. "you!" you slammed your locker shut. "you are my problem peter. you distract me from everything" you looked him in the eyes. you aw his eyes trail down to your lips then back your eyes.

"Peter, I know what you are about to do. and if you do it ill never forgive you.." you threatened as he got closer to your lips. and even though you told him not to he did, his soft lips locked onto yours.

he backed you up into the lockers. hearing the metal bend to the weight of you both. hands flying behind his neck, pushing him ultimately closer.

"I seriously like you"

written by saffy<3

[rebelspykatie]

Without You

@steddie-week Day Five - Established Relationship 

Link to AO3 | 6.2k | Rated T

He’s on the other side of the house when the phone rings. Hurrying to catch it before it stops, he sprints from the bedroom to the kitchen, grabbing it at the last second.

“Hello, Munson residence,” Steve answers.

“Hi sweetheart,” Eddie says down the line. Just hearing his voice settles something in Steve’s chest, soothing him from afar.

“Eddie!” Steve exclaims. He pauses when he glances at the clock and notices the time. “Why are you calling? I thought you were supposed to be on a plane by now?”

He can’t help the worry that creeps up. Eddie’s been on tour for two months, jet setting across the country to play at little local venues. His record label set something up to get Corroded Coffin’s name on the map after their first album gained some traction.

It’s been difficult being away from each other for this long. Before the tour, they hadn’t been apart for more than a few days at a time. Now, they’re lucky to get a phone call in before approaching bedtimes in different time zones.

And while it’s been challenging, Steve knows that Eddie is happier than ever. He can hear it in his voice every time they’ve talked on the phone. Excitement pours out of him as he details their shows and how they’re meeting real fans that have actually heard their music. Steve doesn’t have to see his face to know he’s beaming on the other end.

Robin is constantly making fun of the way Steve waits by the phone, anticipating Eddie’s calls, when he knows Corroded Coffin has a night off and Eddie can phone him from the privacy of his hotel room. Their house just feels so empty without him there. Steve wanders around in Eddie’s favorite black hoodie, keeping his scent close and finding what comfort he can while Eddie is thousands of miles away.

“So bad news, our flight got delayed,” Eddie pauses for a moment to let that sink in. “Good news is that we should still be home by tomorrow, so we won’t miss the Christmas Eve Extravaganza. We’ll have to meet you there, but we’ll definitely be there.”

“I’m so sorry, love. I know you’re excited about getting home,” Steve twirls the phone cord around his finger. “I’m excited, too. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, baby,” Eddie sounds so soft when he says it back. The warm feeling settles in Steve’s chest again, the one that’s always there around Eddie.

“I promise I’m coming home to you soon. It’s just this damn weather that won’t cooperate,” he sighs, and Steve can almost picture him. Phone cradled against his ear, running a frustrated hand through his unruly curls, slumping down against the wall beside the payphones.

“It’s okay. A few more hours won’t kill us,” he sighs dramatically, even though Eddie is typically the drama queen in their relationship.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you. Have a safe flight and I’ll see you at the party, okay?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart. Love you, too.” And with that the line goes dead.

He can’t help the disappointment that washes over him after receiving that news. He was hoping to have a night alone with Eddie before the chaos of the next few days. They have a packed schedule, from the Christmas Eve Extravaganza at the Byers-Hopper residence, to the sleepover with Robin and Nancy that has become their Christmas Eve tradition, to Christmas morning with Wayne the following day. It’s likely they won’t get any time to themselves until two days from now.

But he’s not going to let that get him down, he’s about to see Eddie again for the first time in two months. It doesn’t matter who’s there or watching, he’s going to tackle Eddie in the biggest hug he’s ever received and kiss the everloving daylights out of him. The kids and Robin can give him shit about it for the rest of eternity for all he cares, he’s missed Eddie with a ferocity he didn’t know existed.

Putting the change in plans out of his mind, he makes his way back to their home gym to finish his workout. He’ll just distract himself until tomorrow and it’ll be here before he knows it.

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[darkboysroadtrip]

Can she show us what happened? 🎈

Anthas face scrunches with thought, then one small nod.

It's not a happy story, she scrawls on the window.

The children nod.

"I wouldn't think it would be" Logan says.

"Maybe if you can just shield it from Thomas?" Dee asks.

Very well she responds.

She glides back away from the window, she motions for the kids to stay where they are and when they don't move she stills.

Her eyes close, her face furrows in concentration, cold steam starts to pour from her being covering her, when the steam gets thick enough her hands move in a way a conductor would.

But instead of music she's leading it's pictures that start to form with her movements.

And more surprising, noise starts to fade in as the image gets clearer, it's echoey but not hard to hear.

Humming is heard, a light beautiful meoldy.

And then we see hands putting things into a small elegant hand bag as if we were the ones doing it.

The sound of a door closing, we turn to see a woman walking through it, it's not Antha.

"Oh sister dear! Look at you all ready to be going out tonight! You look marvelous!" The woman gushes at her.

"Thank you" the person who we're seeing out the eyes of says, her voice is soft.

"So, where is that niece of mine?" the woman asks.

"She's already gone to bed, it's late and I would like it if you wouldn't wake her."

The woman waves that away "pish posh Antha! She would love to see me and this gift I brought her!"

"Another gift sister? It's almost as if you're trying to buy her love" Antha laughs a little at her joke.

Her sisters face slackens like she didn't find it funny but she brightens it back up quickly.

"Oh ha ha, I just love her so much! You know that!" she puts the parcel down on the hall table and when she speaks again her voice has a sadness to it underlined with manipulation, "besides after my own little one didn't make it you can let me live vicariously through her."

Antha sighs and lets it go, we look up at the clock, Antha gasps "oh no I'll be late!" we rush to the door then look back "don't wake Melody, you can see her tomorrow."

Her sister waves her off "fine fine."

We leave the house.

The mist swirls and the scene changes, we're in the back yard now, rushing to the well.

A snap is heard and Antha falls to the ground, she curses, turns and yanks off her broken heels.

She gets back up to her feet sprinting to the well, her hair falls around her vision as she stares down into the blackness.

"Melody!" She screams "baby if you can hear me please hold on! Help is on the way!"

"Oh Antha, no one is coming."

We whirl to see her sister walking towards us.

"Wh-what do you mean? You said Melody"-

She's cut off by a sharp laugh "Melody is upstairs in her bed, not privvy to anything going on here."

"What?" Antha whispers, the confusion is very clear in her voice.

"I have decided on something dear sister"- she walks forwards -"and that decision involves you not being here anymore."

Anthas head shakes "what are you talking about?"

The next few seconds are fast but it feels like slow motion.

A flash of metal swings across her throat.

Her locket falls to the ground.

Her sister pushes her into the well.

The last thing she sees is Melody, in her bedroom window looking down at her mother being murdered by her aunt.

Then darkness and a splash.

The steam evaporates and we're back in the attic sunroom.

Anthas form is barely visible anymore, but you can see that her eyes are screwed shut and her jaw is clenched, she's slumped like her limbs were too heavy.

The gang all either have tears in their eyes or have them running down their faces.

"Oh goodness" Patton says, his voice small, he and Roman are sandwiching Logan in their arms.

Logan takes off her glasses to wipe her eyes.

Virgil is gripping tight to Remus' hand and Dee has his arms around one of Remus' arms.

"Not a happy story at all" Roman says blinking his own tears away.

Amid the gloomy atmosphere Thomas' voice rings out "here!"

They all look towards the youngest, he's standing right in front of Antha, he has flowers in his little hands he holds one out to her.

"You look sad! Flowers help!"

She glances down at him, a smile tugs her lips up, she reaches for the flower, despite her form not being fully solid the flower is held.

Thomas then runs up to the rest of them handing them each a flower.

"No sads" he declares.

[showfallmediamaintenance]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The video begins with the camera being hastily shoved into someones jean pocket, heavy breathing can be heard, along with talking. A woman in leggings and a tight t-shirt ]

?: I knew you’d come to your senses, honey! 

[Voice registered. Awaiting name.]

?: No! No, stop!

[Voice identified: Liam.]

[The woman grabs Liam’s arm, nails digging into the sleeve of his hoodie. She drags him towards a house. The door opens, and the woman takes him inside.]

?: Gloria, who’s there?

[Name registered: Gloria.]

[Voice registered. Awaiting name.]

G: Jason, it’s Liam! He’s all fixed! 

[Name registered: Jason.]

L: No! Let me go!

J: I knew you’d fix yourself. Do you get it now? The outside world is too dangerous for you. You need us.

[Liam wrenches his arm out of Gloria’s grip. Taking a few steps back.]

L: I– I–

J: You need us, Liam. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.

[A few seconds of silence. Before Liam speaks up again.]

L: N– no! I don’t! I was doing just fine before!

[Jason laughs. Staring at Liam in disbelief.]

J: You liar. 

L: I’m not–

G: Sweetie, please. You’re just a kid! How could you ever survive on your own?

L: I made friends! I–

J: Enough, Liam. To your room. 

[Another silence.]

J: The time out of the house fixed you, that’s why you’re back. It got all that nasty shit out of your brain. You’ll go to your room, and behave. Now.

L: I–

J: What? Don’t tell me you’re still one of those dirty f[REDACTED]s, Liam! 

[The room is still. The air sucked out of it with one word.]

G: Listen to your father, Liam.

L: He’s not my fucking father! He never was! 

[Gloria gasps.]

G: Liam! That is no way to speak to your parents!

L: You aren’t my parents, I don’t care if you’re related to me by blood, Gloria. I hate you! I fucking hate you both! I didn’t want to come back, I’m not fucking ‘fixed’ like you thought! This is me! You can’t fix that! 

J: Enough of this bullshit!

L: SHUT THE FUCK UP! I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU SO MUCH. I WANT YOU OUT OF MY LIFE! I–

[Jason raises his hand and brings it down, hard. Liam cuts himself off with a yelp as the hand makes contact with him, he backs away from Jason. The older man's face is fully red, his expression almost oozes rage.]

J: Listen here, you fucking brat, we’re your parents, and you’ll listen to us! We are the ones taking care of you, you ungrateful piece of shit, so what we say goes. That is final!

[Liam stays silent, he slides his foot backwards.]

J: Where the fuck do you think you’re going?

[Without another word, he sprints and jumps out the window.]

J: GET BACK HERE, YOU FUCKING F[REDACTED]!

[A loud gunshot rings out in the quiet neighborhood. Liam screams, but keeps running, his breathing heavy and panicked. He sprints like his life depends on it.]

[Transcript end.]