#he sounds like a squeaky door your honour

[triona-tribblescore]

Its spooky szn

[valiantverses]

Tremors

Ghoap X Reader

Summary: A therapist's waiting room wasn't exactly the place to have the most engrossing conversations. People were usually jittery, tense, or straight-up despondent. Somehow, you manage to strike a strange sort of connection with the retired military couple that had the Thursday slot just after you anyway.

Trigger Warning: Angsty. Discussions of Soap's injuries, the reader has mental health struggles and everyone has communication difficulties to some degree.

A/N: Scuttling out of the woodwork after having a pain flare, a breakdown, a career shift and getting some life altering surgery. Here's a new series while I rework all my previous writing!

Comments, questions, requests and constructive criticisms are welcome. Hate is boring and will go unacknowledged.

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Maybe therapy wasn't for you.

Baring your soul to a total stranger and unearthing your life to be scrutinised by somebody. Then having that somebody turn around and drop you as a client because you were 'beyond their scope' and recommending you to someone else. It left an acrid sort of burn at the back of your throat as you settled into the sofa in the cheery waiting room of your hastily found counsellor.

Tick.

The leather underneath your fingers was squeaky. Static-y. The kind of leather where the grooves of the well-worn parts of the couch were buttery smooth and a slightly darker shade of black until it reached the bits that weren't quite as worn.

Tock.

The sound of papers shuffling and a low voice calling out a name drew your attention. It wasn't yours. Wordlessly, you watched a woman to your left stand up. The rubber of her cane cracked across the linoleum as she she signed her name on to the clip board at the desk, murmured her greetings to the therapist and made her way inside, the door shutting with a soft click.

Tick.

St. Jude-Thaddeus Hospital's Rehabilitation and Pain Management Clinic had the honour of being the only facility of any sort in your area that offered psycotherapy services. Affordable ones, anyway. Something to do with being integrated into the Ministry of Defense Hospital Units for disabled veterans- but you didn't need to know, so you didn't ask.

You'd take what you could get.

Tock.

You glance up at the clock once more, seeing that you were now close to 10 minutes to your first ever appointment with this therapist. A part of you wanted to fast forward the next 40 minutes of your day. Maybe the next few hours. Get to the point where your obligations were done and the first meeting was over and done with.

Tick.

When the door opens next, you don't look up this time. You try to contain the shake of your hands and focus on that squeaky leather underneath you. The thumps of footsteps don't register before the slight sink of the couch does. When you glance up, it is to the bluest eyes you could imagine.

He was handsome, a part of your brain helpfully informed you. Dark eyelashes framing a sort of azure blue, shards of indigo flecked about like sleet in the rain. His tanned skin had that slight leatheriness that could only come from working under the sun, the hand jutted out towards you littered with callouses-

"-hnny MacTavish, haven't seen you round here before."

Your hand moves mechanically to accept his handshake, mouth producing syllables you knew was supposed to be your name.

Realising the beat of conversation had stretched on longer than it should and it was now your turn to fulfill your part of the social contract that the stranger had looped you into, you broke eye contact and glanced back down at the worn linoleum.

"It's my first time."

There was a snort to the other side of you, from a bulky man sat diagonally from the line of chairs you and Johnny were sat in.

You quickly ammend your statement "-with this therapist. Just moved in."

His bulk seemed to carve away the space of the room, hulking shoulders leading to a thickly corded neck, lower face covered in a black face mask and his eyes a thin ring of deep ocean blue. What little skin you could see of his face looked sallow. Drained.

"Ignore tha' git. Insists on tagging along with me like I'm a wee wain and wreaks havoc of all sorts." The voice from your left supplied as you quickly began reassessing the relationship between the two strangers you found yourself in the middle of.

"You two know each other?"

There was a rumble to your left, a deep bass-y sound you realised was laughter. "Could say that, ma'am. "

"My partner," Johnny supplied, eyeroll evident in his voice as you turned to look at him once more. It was a little overwhelming having to keep turning your head to and fro because of the way the chairs were positioned, and your fingers dug into the leather once more.

Slippery, smooth. Pebbled with some long indentations.

"That's Simon. We've been at this shrink for give or take four months now-"

"Fifteen weeks."

"*-would'a noticed a bonnie lass like you on our weekly, enlightening visits." His quip was cheery, but there was an element of sarcasm you couldn't quite place.

This conversation felt like navigating a field full of landmines. Couldn't ask about his condition, why the weekly visits rather than the gold standard (That is, the national healthcare coverage) of every two weeks, why fifteen weeks- so you asked the only thing you felt you could.

"She any good? The counselor, I mean."

Johnny blinked, head tilting and making eye contact with his partner - Simon - there was a flash of something twisting across his face as the wordless conversation happened in a split second.

It was fascinating. The sort of communication that only happened when two people had an intimate well of knowledge of the other person.

Then dawn broke across Johnny's face and he turned back to you with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Aye, lass. Not afraid to crack into your brain and really dig around. Well good laugh too, great to interact with given I've really only spoken to four people or so since I retired an' all."

You tried not to read between the lines. Tried not to stare at the way he leaned back to rub at the jagged line across his scalp, the puckered edges evident under the peach fuzz of dark hair. He was giving you what he could without dragging a stranger into his own vortex of struggles. You could relate.

"Retired? From military service?"

Regret looked different on people's faces. For some, there was a grimace. Maybe a slight widening of the eyes in realisation, or a hitch in their breath. Self-reproach for bringing it up in the first place. For Johnny, it appeared to be a slight furrowing of his brows and a darkening of his sky blue eyes as he edged backwards.

A cough and the scraping of the chair behind you drew your attention, looking to your right to meet the cold stare of the blond. Briefly, you felt like a cornered animal. Your hands grew still. His gaze was assessing, stony face giving nothing away except the overwhelming vibe of back the fuck off. His eyes flicked over your shoulder and then back to yours.

"Sounds like they're finishing up in there. You should sign in."

It appeared you had clambered out of the field of land mines only to immediately fall into a sinkhole.

Stuttering your goodbyes, you make to stand up, making the same trek the young lady had towards the desk. You fought to control the tremors of your hands. One stayed tucked deeply in a pocket as the other wrote your name down through sheer muscle memory. Sure enough, the door opened and the woman walked out with her mobility aid, a cheery voice calling out your name from inside.

As your shaky palm took hold of the doorknob to twist it so you could enter the room, you caught snippets of the conversation happening behind you.

"Bothering you-"

"-Ost, It would have been fine-"

"Your hands were shaking again-"

"Ach- I had it under control!"

"You don't owe strangers anything. Not after everything you've-"

"Please- I just- I need to have a feckin' conversation about it without breaking down-"

The door shut with a click.

As you sat down in front of your new therapist, you resolved to try and move your appointments to a different day.

[poetryandfluffycats]

His Girl~

A/N: part of my Nikolai stalker au! might be the last one for awhile since for may ill be on the grind for enstars NSFW month🤍

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Content: Bathing with kidnapper Nikolai...

Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive(?)

Words: 887

Oneshot under cut!

"Dove, how would you like a bath?"

Nikolai leaned over my shoulder, wrapped his arms around my middle and squeezing my belly fat. "Hm, and maybe some new clothes? You must be getting sick of this old number! Aha!"

A bath? I would've loved a bath. It'd been so long since the last time I'd properly bathed, my only way of cleaning myself whilst down here being a dirty rag and a bucket. Even though there was a bathtub in the bathroom of the basement, Nikolai had never let me use it for whatever reason.

The thought of clean water, soap, shampoo, maybe even bubbles? It had me tingling. New clothes too? Clearly something had put Nikolai in a good mood today, which I wasn't going to complain about.

Something about the offer, however, made me shiver. Something about the way he held me, about the way he squeezed me just a bit too tight, told me that he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his own heart.

"That sounds nice..." I mumbled, turning my head around to face him. There it was, that stare again. Pupils blown out beyond humanness, jagged teeth showing in his wide grin.

Anyone would've called me crazy if I told them, but that was his happy face.

"Wonderful! Yes, let's get you all nice and squeaky clean, hm?"

He intertwined his fingers with mine, a bounce in his step as he dragged me towards the bathroom, which was located in the far corner of the basement. Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind us, patting the counter top and gesturing for me to sit down. I did as he wanted, hopping up onto the counter and swinging my legs back and forth.

The action reminded me of when I was a child, watching my mother do her makeup at the vanity while I begged her to put some on me too. I wondered if she missed me, if anyone did.

"Now, I wasn't sure what type of scent you liked, so I got a whole bunch! I think the lady at the store thought I was crazy, aha!" Nikolai giggled, opening the cabinet beneath me and pulling out bottle after bottle of shower products. "Strawberry, peach, vanilla, cherry, this ones called 'A thousand wishes' how odd...! Oh, bath salts, you need bath salts! Here, I got a few options for those as well"

"Vanilla sounds nice" I smiled softly, pointing at the bottle in question. Nikolai grabbed it and popped open the lid, holding it out for me to smell. "Smells nice too"

"Vanila it is then! I'll fill the tub, and you strip for me, mkay? Don't be embarrassed, I'll behave myself! Scouts honour"

Scouts honour? I couldn't imagine Nikolai as a boyscout, actually, I couldn't imagine the manic as a child at all. I preferred to think of him as some sort of demon that just spawned one day as what he is now. What would a younger Nikolai be like? Probably the kind who went around setting bee hives on fire and stealing from the collection box at church.

"Strip, strip, strip! Don't keep me waiting, dove" Nikolai sang, tilting his head to the side, keeping an eye on me as he fiddled with the faucets of the bath.

"Kolya...?" I hesitated in pulling my nightgown off, the fabric bunching up in my grip.

"Hm?"

"Don't stare, okay?"

"You can count on me, love! But, you can't blame me if I do sneak a few peeks, alright? How am I supposed to bathe my girl without looking at her? Hm?"

My girl.

What an idiot. I wasn't his property, you couldn't own a person, didn't matter how long you kept them trapped in your basement.

Without any further trouble, I untied the bow holding my gown together, letting it slip down my frame and pool at my ankles, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable at Nikolais mercy. I was quick to cover my chest as I hopped off the counter top, trying to keep just an ounce of my modestly intact.

"What a beautiful body-eck! Stupid Nikolai, stupid! She doesn't want you staring! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The jester hit himself in the head a few times, muttering a string of different curse words with each smack.

"Ah, ignore me, dove. Go on! Baths nice and warm for you!"

I didn't need to be told twice, mumbling a quick thanks as I slid down into the tub. It felt like bliss, the bubbles popping under my weight and creating a tickling sensation on my skin. The water was hot, but not so hot you felt like you might boil to death. Just right.

I reached for the vanilla scented body scrub that Nikolai had layed out for me, only to have him grab my wrist before I could get a hold of it. "Ah-ah-Ah, allow me" He wagged his finger back and forth, grabbing the scrub himself and scooping a generous amount into his palm.

It felt wrong, his grubby hands on my bare skin. This should have been a luxury for me, something to enjoy, but I couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat on display. Mere prey, a toy to dress up.

And in a way I was.

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Underground Tomb edition!)

Hello friends and degenerate sinners, this is basically a mini headcanon set for Luci’s kid!MC about how the incident with Luke and the Grimoire would go down in this AU to tide you all over until Part 3 comes out! Enjoy!

It was a normal night in the good ol’ HOL... Lucifer was doing paperwork at an ungodly hour of the night, Beel was in the kitchen, and Mammon was screaming and running for dear life. Ah... sweet normalcy.

The custard incident remained the same, MC got force-fed custard and Beel threw a truly fantastic hunger tantrum that culminated in the wall connecting to MC’s room collapsing.

Cue lecture from Luci-father.

“I am very disappointed in you three.” Lucifer rubbed his temples as MC, Beel, and Mammon awkwardly stood in his room. Mammon of course, was trying to avoid the death glares MC was giving him. Poor bastard.

“Especially you two, MC and Beel.”

“Whuh?!” Mammon sputtered. “What about me?!”

“I expect this from you. These two on the other hand,” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at MC who was awkwardly trying to suppress a laugh at Mammon’s aghast expression. “Should know not to act like this.”

“We’re *snrk* sorry, father,” MC paused to try and muscle through a giggle. “It won’t happen again.”

“He ate my custard...” Beel pouted.

“So, MC won’t be able to use their room anymore due to the wall... collapsing.” Lucifer gave Beel a pointed glare.

Mammon smirked, and if he were sitting on a couch, we would have leaned back and kicked his feet up. “Well, obviously since I’m a kind and generous soul I’ll open up my room for poor MC to stay in. My babysittin’ rates are quite high though-”

“BABYSITTING?!” MC snarled, giving Mammon a death glare that could probably kill lesser demons.

Lucifer felt a twinge of pride upon seeing his child give someone his signature bone-chilling glare, if he weren’t supposed to be disappointed he would have given MC a pat on the head and let them hang Mammon from the ceiling.

“Uh- heh- MC, I’m your favourite uncle! Me babysittin’ ya should be an honour!” Mammon was sweating bullets and desperately looking to Beel for help.

“Levi is rapidly approaching favourite uncle status.” MC crossed their arms and huffed.

“Levi?! Wait- does that mean I was your favourite-”

Lucifer was almost tempted to stick MC in Mammon’s room just to have MC punish Mammon so he could get some sleep, tragically, his common sense won out. “MC will be staying with Beel. He has an extra bed in his room after all.”

MC looked over at Beel and smiled. “Could be worse, right? I’ll replace the custard.”

Beel’s smile upon hearing the last part could have lit up the entire Devildom. What a sweetie.

MC still chilled in Beel’s room. They finally got to ask more questions about Belphie, and Beel is more inclined to share what’s up because MC is his big bro’s kid after all!

Because of MC’s half demon-ness, they hadn’t met Belphie at that point in the story unlike in canon. They were just curious about their missing uncle. They ALSO already knew what Belphie looks like because Lucifer gave them an in depth tour of everything and he pointed out all the portraits.

MC, being the sadistic sweetheart they are, went out and bought themselves and Beel replacement custard. MC made sure to eat it right in front of Mammon.

But my oh my, who was texting them? *gasp!* Luke!

MC obviously let their little angel buddy into the house (Luke did not know about MC’s parental situation at that point, keep that in mind). Luke was fun to tease a little after all! And it was nice to have another kid around, but MC would never admit it.

Since MC had literally no reason to be afraid of their dear old dad, they went right up to him and asked him if Luke could stay over. No fear.

“Father?” MC leaned on the doorway to the backyard, Lucifer was playing fetch with Cerberus. MC had never seen someone play fetch so robotically.

“Yes, MC?” Cerberus’ middle head dropped a slobber covered squeaky toy into Lucifer’s gloved hand, the other two heads snapped at the middle one.

“Can I have a friend over?” MC asked, trotting over to give Cerberus some pets. On the first day the dog had tried to eat them, but after giving him some much tastier bacon treats, Cerberus was sweet as pie. Murderous and dangerous pie, that is.

“Do I know this friend?”

“Yes, it’s Luke. Can he stay over?”

Lucifer wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes. “Cerberus is right here, you have access to a dog. Why on earth would you bring the chihuahua over?”

MC snorted and gave Cerberus’ right head some scratches behind the ears. “He’s not a chihuahua all the time, come on, it’s for the good of the exchange program!”

The two had a stare down for a little while, and to his absolute horror, Lucifer felt his resolve cracking. This child of his was too adorable for their own good. “Fine, MC.”

“Yes!” MC fist pumped as Cerberus’ middle and left heads tried to join in on the ear scritches.

“But note,” Lucifer continued. “I expect a full report to give to Lord Diavolo on this whole experience.”

MC frowned and debated sticking their tongue out at their father, they decided against it. “A paper? On a sleepover? Really?”

“Yes. Really.” Lucifer gave MC a flick on the nose. “Like you said, it has to do with the exchange program. Now go make sure the chihuahua doesn’t die and leave you with a mess to clean up.”

The look of complete terror Luke gave MC when they told him that Lucifer said he could stay over was completely worth the paper they were going to have to write.

“What?! You weren’t supposed to tell him I’m here!”

“He said you could stay.”

“Why?! Oh no... did he demand your soul as payment or something?! MC! You shouldn’t have put yourself in that nasty demon’s debt! Don’t worry, I’ll get your soul back somehow.”

MC should have been offended... but they weren’t. I mean, could you stay mad at Luke when he just offered to fight arguably the second most powerful demon in the Devildom to get your soul back?

Now that Luke’s presence in the house was known to everyone, the challenge was no longer keeping Luke hidden, it was making sure Luke didn’t say anything that would get him killed and making sure none of the demon bros made Luke cry.

Mammon was the main culprit of the teasing because Lucifer actually had better things to do. And he had a (totally not a) date with Diavolo so he’d be back late and wouldn’t be home to tease the chihuahua.

Mammon’s status as favourite uncle was hanging by a thread by the end of the first day.

Asmo thought Luke was positively adorable and also very annoying. He offered to paint MC and Luke’s nails. Luke declined, but MC was all for it. (Their cuticles were a MESS by the way, they needed the manicure.)

Luke’s nails were painted gold to match the gold on his outfit! Asmo was quite proud of his work, and was very offended when he was not allowed to try and braid Luke’s hair.

“It looks so soft!”

“You’re not allowed to touch my hair, demon!”

Satan still disliked MC on the basis that they were just a mini-Lucifer and hung out in his room or the library to avoid them and Luke.

It was incredibly annoying when Luke and MC burst into the library to look for cookbooks and treat recipes after Luke told MC about his baking endeavours. Satan debated ordering a pair of ear plugs on Akuzon...

Or perhaps a laser gun...

Both would make him stop hearing the children’s grating voices.

“You two, be quiet.”

“We haven’t spoken since we got in here...”

“You’re breathing too loud.”

Beel remained the only brother who was actually decent to Luke, they all played Go Fish in Beel’s room.

Levi was in his room playing his new video game just like in canon, but he could hear Luke and MC running around outside his room.

He was fully prepared to do that introvert thing where you stay in your room until you hear someone say goodbye to the guest.

Levi’s eyes were glued to his computer screen, just eight more skeleton monsters to kill and he’d get the achievement! His attention crumbled the moment he heard the dreaded sound of...

Guests...

“Hey MC! Whose room is this?”

The sound of a door opening and closing down the hall caused Levi to jump in his seat. Oh no... his worst fears were realized! There was another person in the house!

“That’s Asmodeus’ room. Luke you shouldn’t go around opening everyone’s doors-”

The sound of another door opening and shutting made Levi pause his game and look at Henry 2.0 for help. Maybe if he jumped into the tank and wrapped himself in his tail he’d camouflage into his surroundings...

BAM!

AAAAA! Not enough time! The guest was drawing nearer... he was going to have to... *barf*... SOCIALIZE!

“How about this room?”

Levi braced himself for the incoming social contact... Fs in the chat everyone...

“We shouldn’t bother Levi, let’s do something else.”

HAJEKDJSJSJSJD- BEEL! BEEL JUST SAVED LEVI’S LIFE!

The poor third born slumped back in his seat, the awfulness of socialization avoided. He uh... hadn’t actually left his room in maybe three days... maybe he should actually go outside... enjoy the nonexistent sunlight, y’know?

...nah. Levi went back to his game.

Since the kitchen was broken, Beel, MC, and Luke went out and get AkuDonald’s. They were all out of the toy that Luke and MC wanted so that trip was a disaster! A disaster I say!

Just the image of Beel happily chomping on his eighth burger while Luke and MC angrily pick at their fries makes me want to laugh.

Now the question you’re all waiting for, did Lucifer try and kill Luke and Beel and then MC for trying to take the Grimoire?

N O

“Whose room is behind that door?” Luke pointed to the door to the attic staircase.

MC shrugged and hit their knuckles against the door a few times. “It’s just the door to the attic. My uh- Lucifer said not to go up there because it’s just full of old junk.”

Normally MC would scoff at the idea of being told what not to do and do it out of spite, but MC was a child, and like most children, they hated scary attics. They hadn’t even attempted to open the door in the month they had lived in the house.

“Hm, maybe he’s hiding something...” Luke puffed out his cheeks and knocked on the door. When met with no answer, Luke turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, and the two peeked inside.

A tall spiral staircase greeted them as they tentatively stepped inside. Not so-good Lord, the room was freezing, but it didn’t seem to bother Luke as he walked further into the room.

“What do you think’s up there?” Luke asked, craning his neck to try and get a look at what could be at the top of the stairs.

MC shuddered and crossed their arms. “Like Lucifer said, junk. Nothing important.”

There was a tingling feeling at the base of MC’s neck, their hand flew to the spot only to find nothing, but the uneasiness didn’t cease. Something was very... very off. A shudder creeped up their spine as Luke stepped closer to the staircase.

“Come on,” Luke tutted, placing a hand on the railing. “Demons are known liars!”

Luke was quite difficult to be friends with sometimes, MC had to admit.

With every step Luke took up the stairs, the sense of dread brewing in MC’s gut grew, but they remained rooted to the spot, it was almost like something was physically stopping them from getting closer to those stairs.

Luke stopped on the sixth step and craned his neck to look up again. “Hello?” He called out.

His little voice echoed up the staircase, he was met with no reply for a moment, until a massive shudder wracked both his and MC’s spines.

“Hello.” A voice replied.

Quick as lightning MC dove forward, taking three steps up the stairs despite what felt like electric shocks stabbing into their skin, and yanked Luke back down the stairs and out the door, closing it behind them. MC heard a lazy, carefree chuckle reverberate through their head, and a message that only MC could hear.

“Leaving so soon, Lucifer?”

...

Spooky right?

Anyway- back to Luke and MC being idiots together.

They headed back to Beel’s room to watch some Devildom kid shows, I assume Tom and Jerry just played on repeat.

Luke explained the reason he ran away from Purgatory Hall, and MC legitimately debated whether or not they should throw Luke out of the nearest window for all the jabs he was taking at demons.

“Simeon was going to go out for tea with Diavolo! He even said that I could ask Barbatos to instruct me on the finer points of baking!”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“They’re demons, MC! Simeon and I are angels from the Celestial Realm! We shouldn’t be consorting with demons.”

Once again, bless Beel and his lack of murderous rage when it came to anything other than food.

“MC, Lucifer would be upset if you broke a window.”

“What’s he talking about?”

“Nothing Luke, nothing you need to worry about.”

Don’t worry, no angels were harmed during the visit.

On day two of the extended sleepover, Luke and MC decided to go running around the house again.

“And this is the basement.” MC put their hands on their hips and kissed their teeth as they looked around the Underground tomb. “Perfectly creepy.”

Luke shuddered. “Is this house nothing but one creepy room after another..?”

MC smiled and stuck out their tongue. Their fear of the attic did not extend to the underground tomb. Not that they were actually afraid of the attic or anything...

“Why? You scared some big monster is gonna getcha?” MC teased.

“No!” Luke gasped. “I’m not scared!”

MC began to walk backwards into the darker depths of the tomb, their teasing tone echoing off of the walls. “Then come on! Don’t be chicken!”

Luke looked back and forth from the door out of there, to the rapidly disappearing figure of MC, he rushed after MC.

“I’m not scared of some dark basement.” Luke huffed.

“Why not~?” MC snickered. “There could be ghosts down here... tortured souls of those who were damned to Hell for all eternity~!”

MC swiped Luke’s hat and placed it on their head, Luke jumped at the sudden contact and began to try and get the hat back from MC.

“Stop trying to scare me!” Luke yapped, MC laughed and began to jog deeper into the tomb.

“Maybe there’s a monster that eats chihuahuas down here too! Who knows!” MC twirled the hat with their fingers and ran a little faster when Luke ran after them.

“I AM NOT A CHIHUAHUA!”

Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best course of action to tease and scare one’s friend instead of telling them what they said earlier was mean, but MC wasn’t the best at decision making.

When MC reached a dead end, they stopped and looked around, Luke crashed right into them. He managed to swipe his hat back from a now disinterested MC.

MC’s gaze landed on a book being held up by a statue, they padded over and looked up at it.

“Luke, do you know what that is?” MC asked, turning to look at their now very miffed friend.

“The... book? I don’t know.”

Truthfully, MC didn’t know either. During their first tour of the house, Mammon had interrupted the Underground tomb segment and Lucifer had to cut the tour short.

“It’s uh...” MC pursed their lips and tried to think of a convincing lie. “A spell book. Lucifer told me that it makes your magic really really strong, so he stuck it down here to hide it from Solomon.”

“Did I now?”

MC and Luke screamed and whirled around, there stood Lucifer himself, not looking terribly pleased with the two of them.

“MC, care to explain why you and the angel are so close to the Grimoire?” Lucifer’s words were icily calm, and MC knew that meant if they didn’t come up with a good explanation they’d be in big trouble.

“W-we were just playing down here...” MC trailed off, looking to Luke for some kind of backup before realizing what a stupid idea that was.

“Y-yeah! We were just-”

Lucifer stuck his thumb over his shoulder and glowered at the two. “Out.”

“Yes sir.” Luke and MC mumbled as they stepped away from the Grimoire, Lucifer relaxed slightly as the two walked past him and down the hall.

When the two got back up to Beel’s room, Luke suddenly gasped and turned to MC.

“You said it was a spell book!”

After that, MC got the feeling that Luke was no longer welcome in the house. What was the big deal about almost touching the Grimoire anyway? It could only override pacts and control demons-

Oh.

Balls.

Simeon got called to pick up Luke and before the two of them left MC assured Luke that he could come over and hang out anytime as long as he texted first.

Beel said Luke could come over and bake when the kitchen was fixed, poor Beel would have to do without Luke’s baked goods for a little while longer.

MC rested their chin on the coffee table they were kneeling in front of, stewing in annoyance. Their unfinished homework was practically mocking them, but the Demonology textbook was not what had them in their funk.

“MC, do your homework.” Lucifer said from the living room couch, he was comparing his phone to notes in a binder that was placed on his lap.

A grunt from MC caused him to raise an eyebrow. Their grasp on demonic language had improved, but Lucifer did not approve of them using their new skill to sass him.

“MC.” Lucifer chided, MC turned to look at him with a deadpan expression. “If there’s something wrong, either tell me, or do your work without complaining.”

MC turned back to their homework and tapped their pencil against the textbook, before puffing out their cheek and turning back to Lucifer.

“What’s in the attic?”

For the briefest of moments, Lucifer froze, he forcibly relaxed and went back to his work.

“Junk.” Lucifer replied. “Did you try and go up there?”

MC shook their head. “No, I went into the staircase room, but not up the stairs.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed, he then took a deep breath and looked at MC. “Good, there’s nothing of interest up there anyway. If you did go up there you might break something or hurt yourself.”

“Okay.” MC sighed, trying to push the voice from the attic out of their mind. “What about the Grimoire? Why is it down in the tomb?”

Lucifer could feel his patience growing thinner and thinner with every question. “So it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”

“Why not just destroy it?” MC asked, their question wasn’t meant to be taken as an insult or be malicious, it was just legitimate curiosity. “Wouldn’t that be safer?”

The first born hesitated before he answered. He looked over MC, before shaking his head. “...I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

MC’s eyes narrowed, but they went back to their work all the same. It would be about ten minutes of quiet before MC spoke up again.

“When Belphegor gets back from the human world, you’re going to have a lot of explaining to do, huh?”

Lucifer’s eyes snapped up to look at MC, who still had their back turned to him as they scribbled notes from the textbook. His grip on his DDD tightened as he replied.

“Why do you say that, MC?”

MC didn’t seem to register their father’s clipped tone, and shrugged. “Beel said that he isn’t answering his texts or calls, and when he sent up a letter Belphegor didn’t respond to that either.”

“The life of an exchange student is a busy one, as you can see.” Lucifer forcibly injected his last bit of remaining calmness into his words as he gestured at MC’s homework. MC laughed at that.

“Yeah well, I still make time to call my friends and ren back up in the human world.” MC giggled. “And I’m sure those text notifications about his older brother discovering that he has a child would make him pick up the phone.”

“Belphegor might have a much larger workload.” Lucifer retorted, trying to keep himself from snapping at MC.

“But still, you’d think he’d call his-”

“MC-” Lucifer snarled, MC whirled around, the fear and shock in their eyes caused anything Lucifer was going to say to die in his throat.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, before Lucifer took another deep breath and turned back to his work.

“Not right now, MC,” Lucifer whispered. “I’m working.”

...

To be continued...

[jordanlahey]

'Wake Up' (8)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: Y/n woke up in the middle of the road, having no idea where she is. Once she finds out where or more importantly when she is she just wants to go home or at least she did.

Warnings: Language

Word count: 975

A/n: it's been far too long since I have updated this but here it is😅

Stranger Things TL: @intheendyouwillalwayskneel

WA: @ivana-franz , @helena-way07 , @asfyhcseryg , @cottage-babe2 @robinismyqueen , @duty-isnt-always-honour , @holy-fucking-shit , @starksweasley , @jesstheghxst , @slefishpresley, @pissheadoffical, @luckyteenagedirtbag , @shannon1782

Steve stirred in his sleep and pawed at the covers to pull you closer but he couldn't feel you. You weren't there. He sat upright and found that the side you were sleeping at was empty there wasn't anything there. Steve through his covers back and went to check to see if you were in the spare room, maybe you wanted to go back and sleep in your own space? He knocked but you didn't answer so he opened it slowly and peeked through and he saw that that bed was also empty too. This is where Steve went into panic mode and ran down the stairs to check the rest of the house but what did he expect? You weren't there, there was no sign of you it was like you weren't here at all.

"Y/n!? Are you here!?" Steve shouted but silence was his only answer. He ran up the stairs again and threw on any clothes he could find then bolted down to the telephone, he really didn't want to dial the number but he had to who else could he ask?

"Have you seen Y/n?"

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"You lost her?!" Billy yelled as he slammed his car door and made a bee line for Steve but was stopped by Nancy and Johnathan. "You had one job, Harrington!"

"Hey you heard what i said! It was like she wasn't even here!" Steve did a lousy job of defending himself for losing you at this rate they had no idea where you ad gone or where to look and they don't even know how long you were out for.

"We should split up have a better chance on finding her." Nancy suggested.

"We are kinda out numbered here Nancy we'll have to wait till the kids finish school which we should be going to but no cause Steve lost Y/n.'' Billy huffed and leaned against his car, sparking up a cigarette.

*******

You walked down a narrow, dimly lit,  grey hallway that never seemed to end. You kept hearing voices and squeaky wheels but nothing was there you kept looking behind you and in front of you, trying to find the source of the voices but no avail.

"12." You stopped to look behind you. Nothing. "12, you shouldn't be out this late." It was a woman's voice. "The dr won't be happy knowing you're wandering around the halls again." You saw her. She was a few steps away from you. "Come you need to take your medicine."

"No. No more medicine!" You yelled, running the opposite way but they shouting and yelling got louder and more violent which only caused you to run faster and faster. You had no clue on how you got here, you were with Steve where did he go? He wouldn't put you in this place!? You don't even know where you are.

Suddenly you started to feel a pain in your head which caused all the voices to sound all muffled and far away.

"Y/n!? Where are you?" Steve? Where are you?

"Y/n!?" Billy? You're here too? Stopped running and looked around but you were still in the hospital hallway, the bright lights were starting to give you a headache the flickering didn't help either. Everything was starting to scare you and stress you out.

"Steve! Billy!" You cried as you crashed to the floor holding your head in your hands. Everything was too much you want to go home back to your mom, your friends, back to everything you knew.

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"Hey did you hear that?" Steve stopped moving, he could have sworn he heard your voice calling out for him and Billy much to his disappointment.

"What? All I heard was the sound of your fucking breathing Harrington." Billy huffed as he put out his cigarette, they had been looking for you the whole day it was starting to get dark now still no sign of you. They have Nancy and Johnathan looking as well as the kids too and no one has seen or heard from you.

"STEVE! BILLY!" There it was again this time they heard you as clear as day and both ran opposite ways.

"It was this way dumbass!" Steve yelled.

"No it was clearly this way dipshit!" Billy yelled back at him, they stopped bickering when they heard your cries and screams.

"Never mind it was that way." Steve sighed and followed behind Billy and they could hear you much better as they got closer and they could even make you out with their flash lights in the distance. You were curled up in a ball against a tree, you were in such a state. "Hey it's okay." When Steve put his hand on your shoulder he had to pull away you were freezing. He was about to open his mouth but Billy had beat him to it and throw his jacket over you and had picked you up. Of course Billy was smug about it he found entertainment making Steve jealous.

You clung to Billy's shirt as he carried you, you had calmed down a lot but now that you did you were starting to feel tired and slowly start to drift off except you didn't want to the thought of being unconscious scared you so much you had to force yourself awake.

"Medicine."you mumbled. The boys stopped walking and looked at you then you started to struggle out of Billy's arms and he let you down gently.

"Medicine?" Steve looked at Billy then back at you "Y/n what medicine?" you stayed quiet then looked behind you before sprinting off in that direction.

"You got to be fucking kidding me!" Billy shouted then proceeded to run after you with Steve in tow. They couldn't lose you again this time and you weren't as far ahead anyway.

[soda-pop-kandy-krush]

Remus squealed as he landed on the pile of beanbags and cushions he had spent all morning dragging into his room from various places in the mind palace. He wriggled onto his front, pushing himself back up. “Again!”

Patton faked an incredulous gasp. “Again? You want me to throw you again?”

Remus giggled, babbling and making grabby motions with his hands, making Patton chuckle.

“Oh, okay, then. Just one more…” He said, scooping him into his arms and nuzzling his cheek lovingly. “You ready, squirt?” 

“Yeah!”

Patton chuckled, setting him down and gently gripping his wrists. “Hold on tight, now!” He lifted him slowly, letting him dangle by his arms and swaying him too and fro. Remus cackled delightedly, curling his legs up.

“Cana-bah!”

“Yes, baby- cannonball!” Patton cooed. “And we’re launching in three…” He swung a little more. “Two…” Remus squeaked in excitement, tipping his head back. “One��� Go!”

Patton let go, watching him fly from his grip and flop face-down into his nest, cheering and clapping as he resurfaced. It would never stop amusing him, how Remus would cling to his legs and bounce up and down, begging to be picked up and hurled into the nearest pile of soft objects. And, naturally, he was happy to oblige. Even now, when it was almost nap time and he should be trying to calm him down rather than rile him up even more. Because how could Patton say ‘no’ when he gave him that sweet little gap-toothed smile?

“Again!”

Patton laughed. “Gosh, you’re just insatiable, aren’t you, kiddo?” He flicked his wrist, checking his watch. “But it’s almost two o’clock, Reemie, you know what that means…”

Remus blinked. “Na’ time?”

“That’s right, sweetie, time for a lie-down.”

He physically deflated at those dreaded words. “Bu’... bu’, ‘m not tired…”

“I know, ducky, I know…” Patton winced. If his smile was his kryptonite, the threat of his tears flat-out destroyed him- something Remus knew very well.

Hamming it up, he gazed up with his big, brown eyes, his bottom lip trembling pitifully. His twin had definitely taught him that little trick, Patton thought as he willed the ache in his chest to go away. All of the books said that he had to be stern, he had to lay down the rules and stick to them-

“P’ease, one more?”

… Well, then. Just how on earth was he supposed to refuse that?

He bit his lip, trying to hold back his grin, before sighing in defeat. “Fine. One more.” He held up a single finger. Remus was too busy scrabbling to roll out of the beanbag excitedly to notice, chirping happily as Patton crouched down to pick him up

“You, Mister, are far too cute for your own good.” He poked his freckled nose. “Ready?”

“ ‘eady!” He said, raising his arms to allow Patton to lift him, squealing when his feet left the ground and he started to swing back and forth. “Wheeee!”

“Patton?”

The pair of them turned around to discover Logan had stuck his head around the door, looking at Remus’ mountain of stolen pillows bemusedly. Patton beamed when he saw him.

“Hey, Lo-lo! What’s up?”

The logical side stepped into the room. “Hello, Patton. I thought I would come and wish Remus a pleasant rest before he fell asleep, but I can see that the two of you are… Otherwise occupied.”

Patton grinned. “Oh, yeah, we were just playing a game together- weren’t we, cupcake?”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Remus peeped.

Logan sighed. Oh dear. 

“Whilst I appreciate you were only trying to have fun, encouraging this kind of playful ruckus before a nap is not conducive to a healthy and efficient period of sleep. Not to mention how terribly unsafe it is to be dangling him by his wrists and tossing him into… Whatever this set-up is.” He gestured to the pillows and beanbags behind him.

“That’s our nest! We’ve been using it to build all kinds of fun stuff- like a spaceship, and a castle- ooooo, that was a fun one, wasn’t it, honey?”

“D’ agon!”

“Yeah, Lo- we defeated and conquered the land held captive by the evil dragon-witch!”

“Yeah!”

Logan pursed his lips, trying his best not to let his insides melt at the heartwarming display of silly affection, before narrowing his eyes as he scanned ‘the nest’ in closer detail. “... Is that the cushion from my desk chair?”

Patton chuckled. “I don’t know, kiddo, why don’t you ask the little troublemaker here?”

Said troublemaker was busy kicking his feet restlessly. Logan was so boring when he bickered with the others like this. Like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Wah, wah, wah...

Logan huffed, folding his arms over his chest and glancing at the toddler dangling from Patton’s grip. He slowly crouched so that they were eye-level.

“Remus? Did you take the cushion from my room?”

He looked up, the picture of innocence with his sparkling eyes and brown curls. A poster-child for the adorable little cherub-type- the sort of baby who was good-tempered, well-behaved, and perfect in every way.

Pbffffffft!

… And apparently, blew raspberries when he didn’t want to confess to the theft of other people’s property.

Patton sputtered. Logan blinked, frowning.

“I beg your pardon?”

Remus giggled mischievously before blowing another even louder than the last.

Pbffffffft!

Logan raised an eyebrow. Remus cackled at the unimpressed look on his face.

“Hey, hey, kiddo- what was that for?” Patton enquired gently, struggling to subdue his own laughter. “You know we don’t blow raspberries when somebody says something we don’t like…”

Remus just continued to laugh, clearly very amused that he had rendered Logan speechless. “Ra’ bee’! Ra’ bee’!”

“It’s okay, Patton. I understand.”

Remus quietened down at the sound of Logan’s dangerously calm voice, looking at him curiously.

Logan narrowed his eyes, the beginnings of a smirk pulling at his lips. “Clearly, he wants me to blow one back.”

With that, he pushed his hands up the bottom of his tiny sweatshirt and held him in place, pressing his mouth against the warm skin and blowing hard.

Pbffffffft!

Remus shrieked, immediately bursting into loud, joyful laughter and wriggling and squirming as much as he could- which was, frankly, impossible given that Patton was still holding him tightly by his arms.

“Oh, no, kiddo!” He cried, a massive grin on his face. He loved when Logan was in a silly mood and wanted to play with the babies like this. “Looks like the tickle monster got you!”

“No no nohoho!” Remus yelled, giggling hysterically and kicking his legs. One of them hit Logan in the chest, which apparently only spurred him on, as he started scratching his ribs at the same time as blowing another raspberry.

Pbffffffft!

“Logiiii-hehehe!” Remus squealed, his dimples visible from how hard he was smiling. “Nohoho!”

“No?” Logan spoke into his pudgy belly, making him laugh even harder. “But I thought you wanted me to give you some raspberries!”

It was getting difficult to hold back his own grin by this point. Patton had given up completely, and was openly laughing alongside Remus as he tugged at his arms. Logan slowed down a little bit and started blowing shorter puffs of air all around his sides and tummy, earning boisterous, squeaky giggles that were, categorically, the cutest thing he’d ever heard in his life. However, he knew that he would have to show some mercy soon.

Leaning back to take a deep breath, he blew one more right over his belly button, making him scream, before sitting back on his heels, his hair messed up and cheeks slightly pink. Remus panted, laughter still flowing out as Patton lifted him up properly to cradle in his arms.

“Whoopsy-daisy! I gotcha, kiddo.” He said, holding him close. Remus buried his face into Patton’s shoulder as his final few giggles disappeared. After a while he started rubbing his nose against his chest, bringing his fist to his mouth to slip his thumb in when he thought neither of them were looking. Patton chuckled.

“Well, it looks like you finally managed to tire him out, Lo-lo!”

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. Teaching lessons to bratty three year-old turned out to be quite the arduous task, even if the loving smile on his flushed face said otherwise. He was about to stand up and leave when a hand suddenly appeared in his line of vision. Patton wiggled his fingers, looking down at the logical side with that warm smile that always made Logan’s heart flutter.

“Wanna help me put him to bed?” He asked, looking unfairly lovely as the mid-afternoon light glowed orange behind him.

He ducked his head a little, smiling to himself, before looking back up with a nod. He took Patton’s hand, pretending not to notice how it made his heart race when he squeezed it, and led them both to Remus’ room, where they tucked him in and set a timer to come back and wake him up.

Little did they know that they wouldn’t need to, because in exactly fourty-five minutes Remus would spring out of bed and charge into the common room, dressed in Roman’s knight costume and declaring revenge on Logan for earlier. And since dismissing the requests of such an honourable cavalier would be terribly impolite of him, how could Patton not help to hold Logan’s arms down so that he could have at all of his worst spots?

[dorki-c]

Stolen Cornflakes

Characters: Fem! Reader & Class 1-A

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X reader (but doesn’t have much effect on the story)

Tw: Tad bit of swearing but other than that, its a silly fic <3

A/n: As much as I adore Izubby, I just needed an excuse to write a small fluff bit of him and reader in a crack fic.

The bleary light of a diffused grey and blue sky didn’t dust through the cartoonish styled curtains casting a stale shadow across the rows of squeaky-clean figurines and the snoozing couple underneath the customized hero blanket.

Seconds languidly turned to minutes, before a weird bizzt sound erupted from an unknown source within the room and in result, two (e/c) eyes busted open like a morning flower greeting the world.

(Y/n) knew this alarm far too well.

The soft rumbling somebodies endless void of a stomach, also, knew this alarm far too well.

And to top it off, Izuku hated this alarm.

“Izu…” Arms of the person behind her made their claim when squeezing ever so tightly around the female’s waist. Wiggling against the human cage, low grumbles where a shoved in fluff pile of green strands plopped onto the warm area of a shoulder.

She isn’t letting Izuku hold her back from breakfast.

“Izuku.”

Grabbing the cusp of the cage, nimble fingers attempted to pull apart the scarred digits locked together, however (y/n) underestimated the power behind them.

“No.”

Pulling their bodies even closer, (y/n)’s shoulder blades attempted to push or deter the progress of Izuku winning this morning’s war.

“Yes.”

It wasn’t fair! All you wanted was a nice cup of coffee and your breakfast, but Izuku was making it impossible by being fucking adorable.

“No.”

He knew he weighed heavier than you, so it was realistically unachievable for (y/n) to squirm out of Izuku’s grasp, even if she twisted, pushed, and kicked at her lover’s legs— (y/n) knew she couldn’t win this battle with brute strength alone.

“Lemme—” Izuku knew (y/n) could sense the slow upturn of his lips, “Get—” However, he didn’t sense her arms breaking free of his cage, “My—” and gripping the headboard in such fury, “Food!” that once her head was lifted from the plush pillow, the female twisted her wrists and hips to the left side of the bed that it threw Izuku off guard—causing his makeshift arm prison to be shook off- and allowed (y/n) to sloppily exit the bed.

Nonetheless, when brute strength didn’t win, it was only the matter of making his girlfriend give into the temptation of his puppy dog eyes, pouty lips, and the irresistible whine of her name, that always lured the female back into his arms.

(That has a 95% efficiency of working, and it seems that today would be the remaining 5% of not working.)

“(Y/n), please…” As the male watched the female put on her exercising clothes, he knows its too late to stop her now, so all he’s able to do is groan “It’s like you’re cheating on me with your cornflakes…” where in response; there’s a pause, then an amused snort of “Honey, you cheat on me with the infirmary beds— So, don’t go there.” Before a small smooch of love was placed on his cheek and the only thing that he hears afterwards, is his room’s door shutting on itself.

.

.

.

It takes a few more seconds for him to fully awake to someone’s shout of “WHO THE FUCK ATE THE CORNFLAKE’S!” at the top of their lung’s, in which Izuku assumes that’s your voice, where he hears another feminine voice of “WAIT-- IS OUR CORNFLAKE’S GONE?!” Izuku could only think that could be Uraraka’s voice.

Even though the voices calmed down in volume, thanks to Iida of course, there was a high-pitched scream and another person that said something like…what was it, again?

Something like “they’ve gone feral!” before it went deathly silent.

(Has reality turned into the apocalypse?)

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For the rest of the day, most people strayed away from (y/n) and Uraraka, mostly out of fear that since their breakfast was stolen from them- right, under their noses-, where there was a short snippet of Tokoyami informing the rest of the class that their ‘spirits’ are emitting a ‘dark aura’ which cannot be ‘tamed’, unless they were ‘cured’ with the ‘blessing’ of Kellogg Cornflakes.

Here’s basic translation of what he meant: (Y/n) and Uraraka are equipped for the hunt.

Whilst some people shrugged it off, the majority of the class see those blood thirsty eyes watching, inspecting, and psychologically analysing each and every one of their movements.

(Ah shit, class 1-A is in rigor mortis at this point.)

To say Izuku and maybe a few other people were scared, that would be an understatement in their enrolment to UA.

.

.

.

Usually (y/n) walks with Izuku down to the cafeteria.

Nope, not today.

Within the peripheral range of class 1-A’s eyes, as soon as the bell rings, the two girls seemed to already reach the door before disappearing into the parade that is a high school’s hallway.

It wasn’t until Iida, Izuku, and Shoto arrived at their usual table where Uraraka, Tsuyu, and (y/n) sat, that they, too, saw what Tokoyami meant by ‘dark aura’- the usually chill, easy-going friend they had was consumed by the pit fires of hell.

(WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO HER?!?!)

“We don’t know who it is, but when we find out,” Uraraka started out the conversation with Tsuyu as (Y/n) sat in between them texting- the loud, ear wrenching pressing of multiple places on her phone (using only her nails) was heard from the opposite side of the table.

“Uraraka and Tsu, we got ‘em.”

The smile they displayed was something out of a horror movie.

“Who did you get…?” Iida was the bravest one to ask.

(May God bless him in heaven. Amen.)

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Misty, suffocating air greeted the majority of Class 1-A where the whole common room was shed in darkest, except the lounge area- but the couches were nowhere to be seen, instead there was a large kiddie sized pool filled with cats meowing alongside Aizawa sleeping in the middle and Shinsou sitting on a chair with Tsuyu, Uraraka, and (y/n), wearing police officer uniforms with pitch black sunglasses and armed with black baton in their hands, backing him up.

(When did they get those uniforms?)

“H-hey Kirishima?”

Izuku was lost, scared, and tired. All he wanted was to cuddle with his girlfriend, but (y/n) looks like she might bury him six feet under if she doesn’t figure who ate her Kellogg Cornflakes.

“Yeah man?”

For some reason Kirishima was wearing similar sunglasses to the makeshift police of 1-A and he was sitting in the kiddie pool with cats laying on top of his thighs where he honoured a pin saying, “the feline species are superior”.

“Umm…D-do you know what’s going on?”

Kirishima paused, then raised his hand to pet a cat.

(He looks oddly at peace…)

“Shinsou is helping the girls interrogate who stole their breakfast this morning, if you answer correctly then you get to sit in this pool!”

And so Izuku did as Kirishima suggested him to do.

“You are going to be put under my quirk in order pass the test.” Said Shinsou.

Okay… that sounds awfully suspicious. But Izuku still nodded and said yes, before feeling the familiar sensation of Shinsou’s quirk wash over him.

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“Did you eat the Kelloggs Cornflakes?”

(He’s sure he hasn’t.)

“No.” His voice was bland of emotion before breaking out of his temporary brainwash, then given a pair of black sunglasses and the same pin that Kirishima wore.

“You are free to sit in the kiddie pool if you want to. Otherwise, thank you for not being a traitor.” The girls say in unison.

(WHAT FALSE EARTH DOES HE LIVE ON?)

Though once Izuku sat down in the kiddie pool next to Kirishima, all of his fears, worries, and doubts soon vanished under the cover of the feline species (which are superior).

Something along the lines of “BATTER UP BITCHES, WE HAVE A GRAPE TO CATCH” was heard a moment later.

Screams of help? No, we don’t know her.

All we know is that you should never touch somebodies Kellogg Cornflakes.

Amen.

Taglist: 

@quietlegends, @izukubabe, @nyanyabisjjj, @glitterfreezed, @sweater-weather-seven

[0ghostwriter0]

The Originals Imagines

Request: Female Original Character x Elijah Mikaelson

The character is best friends with Rebekah. From the moment she saw Elijah she developed a crush. One evening the Mikaelsons throw a ball in honour of the character’s birthday. But Elijah decides to dance with Davina which means she and Kol plot to make Elijah a bit jealous. Later in the evening, the two confess their love.

The thin framed woman stood timidly in front of the mirror. As the chiffon fabric clung to her curves, she sighed deeply. Mortified and ashamed, the young woman wrapped her arms around herself to cover up her body. The bedroom door flies open as Rebekah storms in.

"I couldn't wa- ... Hera why are you covering up?" The younger Mikaelson questioned.

Turning slowly, Hera pushes her arms to her side but instantly put them back in front of the deep v neckline that exposes her chest. The original smirks at the young woman's actions and goes to sit on the bed. Mortified and self conscious, the thin woman pulls at the dress trying to cover more of her chest.

"That's it you're changing" Rebekah exclaims as she rises from the bed.

The Mikaelson wanders down the hall to retrieve a black garment bag. Sighing in relief, Hera starts to unzip the atrocious dress that Kol had picked for her. Kol usually knew what outfits would catch the eye of Elijah but this time he was wrong in so many ways. Eventually, Rebekah returned with a grin plastered across her face and a pearl embellished dress in her arms.

"Elijah is a sucker for classic glamour" the vampire smirks which causes Hera to blush.

Soon, Hera was all dolled up in a vintage pearl embellished dress. Her chestnut hair fell into neat ringlets on her shoulders. Taking one last glance in the floor length mirror, Hera smiled brightly as the dress accentuated her figure. Softly and slowly, the young woman sighed "I think I'm ready". Giggling quietly, Rebekah nodded and pulled Hera down the hard oak stairs and towards the black SUV. Hera smirked as a tall driver stepped to open the SUV door.

"Time to celebrate birthday girl" the original said excitedly.

After many moments of fumbling with her hands in the back of the SUV, Hera's face lit up as they turned the corner leading to the Mikaelson Mansion. Extravagant yet classy, lights guided the way to the grand entrance. Slowly, the door was opened by the same tall driver and Hera stepped out with her ivory heels gracing the cobbled path. Lonely and afraid, Hera prayed that she wouldn't fall face first before being in catching distance of the noble stag.

As the huge doors opened, Hera was welcomed by her friends and family who had gathered to celebrate her 21st birthday. Hera had first met most of the Mikaelsons after she turned 16 when she took a trip to the french quarter. But it wasn't till she was 18 that she met the gaze of Elijah. When she first laid eyes on the elder brother of Klaus, Hera knew that she had met the perfect suit that would look after her no matter what. As much as Elijah looked after Hera, she longed for more and despite Rebekah's comments nothing came of the affection that Hera had for the suit. Today was different. According to Rebekah, the grand party that laid before Hera was planned by Elijah but knowing Elijah, he would deny such claims.

Pulling Hera from her thoughts, a husky voice draw the attention of the room. For a split second, Hera believed that the voice was that of Elijah but after turning to face the sound, she realised different. It was Klaus.

"Welcome all. We all know that we are here to celebrate a special person who means a lot to my family and I'm sure she means a lot to the rest of you who have come to wish Hera a happy birthday." Smirking sinisterly, as he stairs at the noble brother. "So let's raise a toast to twenty one amazing years of Hera Moreau. Happy birthday, Sweetheart" Klaus raises a glass with the rest of the guests and Hera smiled as she looked down at her feet.

Spending fleeting moments with acquaintances, Hera waited patently for the first dance of the evening. From the corner of her eye, Hera spotted Elijah talking amongst some French Quarter witches (Davina was among them). Sinking slowly, Hera heard the call for the dancing to begin. Much to her surprise, Davina, the witch who was head over heels in love with Kol, started slow dancing with Elijah. Noticing the minor fractures in Hera's mood, Kol graciously took the hand of the birthday girl and pulled her into the movements.

"Thank you" the small framed woman whispered.

Grinning, Kol admired the pearl embellished dress. "This is better than the one I picked" he smirked. Giggling softly, Hera took a spin "Rebekah knows how I move" she replied. Kol smirked catching on to the theme of the conversation. Pulling Hera in close, the two friends relaxed as they danced to make the suit jealous. Noticing how close his brother is getting with the birthday girl, Elijah excused himself from Davina's grasp.

"You're girl is free to be swiped off her feet" Hera stopped and gestured to Davina. Before joining the quarter witch, Kol nodded knowingly and kissed the top of the young woman's hand. Watching her dance partner float away, Hera retreated to the upstairs drawing room.

Slowly impeaching on the seemingly deserted room, Hera heard the pouring of scotch. The young woman slowly creeped away but landed on a squeaky floor board. From within the drawing room, the figure crept out of the doorway. "Miss Moreau?" Hera turned back to the scotch glass as she started to stumble over his words. "I'm sorry I was just looking for some...where to-" Elijah cut the young woman off. "It's alright it's just me and my thoughts. Come and sit with me" his words fell softly from his perfect lips. Slowly, the young woman brushed past the tall suit. Elijah's breath hitched. Pouring her a scotch, the original admired the young beauty that sat before him.

"So Davina" she smirked as she reached to take the outstretched scotch glass. Smirking softly, Elijah replied "So my idiot youngest brother." The two enjoyed each other's company for a while before an annoyed Rebekah Mikaelson broke the bliss. The blonde pushed into the room and flopped onto one of the many seats. "So it's over. The party. The ball that was for you" As a response to Rebekah's annoyance, Elijah smirked to himself. "And you. You dance with a woman who you have no interest in when you could have danced with your beloved Hera" Rebekah was drunk.

"I'll take her to her room" the birthday girl commented as she hoisted the female original from the seat.

"I'm taking myself!" The blonde exclaimed as she stumbles through the doorway and into the long hall.

Hera watched Elijah's reactions as his sister made a fool of herself getting to her room. Suddenly, Hera felt Elijah's arms snake around her waist. Before she knew it, his lips crashed with her own. They remained encompassed in the kiss for minutes but for them it felt like they had been entwined for hours. As they parted, Hera stared into the dark romantic eyes of Elijah.

"Please forgive me. I couldn't resist." Hera hung on each word that fell from Elijah's lips. Pulling him in again, the birthday girl pressed a delicate kiss on his lips.

"You don't know how long I longed for you to show me what I mean to you," she whispered as the two parted.

"Please know, my dear, I loved you from first glance but our family isn't safe enough for me to throw myself after you." His words melted Hera's heart.

"You can have me. We're here now and if you want to be my first and last thought of the day then know you already are." Elijah stared into Hera's eyes as he let his words drift through the air.

~You Can Have Me~

[onceuponastory]

Coming Back Home Chapter One: Hometown (Nick x Y/N)

Plot: Six years ago, Y/N left her hometown and all its bad memories behind, and never looked back. But now, she’s come back to be the maid of honour in her sister’s wedding. Returning ‘home’ means she has to confront her past, the last thing she wants to do. When she meets the handsome best man Nick, she feels more comfortable...until her sister asks her to show Nick around town...a town that Y/N fell out of love with a long time ago.

Can Y/N fall back in love with the town she left behind, and maybe find love of her own along the way? Important: This story is based on a prompt by @orphicodysseywrites​. It’s a mix of prompts one and two from this post, so full credit for this idea goes to them! Warnings: None A/N: My first fic based on one of Dacre’s characters! I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve checked it for spelling issues and stuff like that. However, I’ve been working really hard on this, and working in real life, so I may have missed some issues. In that case, if you see any issues, no you didn’t, lmao. Also, although this fic has Nick in it, it has no spoilers for The Broken Hearts Gallery! To be honest, Nick is in this just because the plot fits him the best! let’s be honest, this prompt does not fit Billy lmaooo

Special thanks goes to my best friend Jo, aka @thesundrop​, who made this banner, and helped so much with planning this fic. Some of you may know her as @staticscreenwriting​, where she writes Billy fics. Check them out, they’re amazing!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Nick or his character! Like I said, I just used Nick bc he’s the only character of Dacre’s that fits this prompt. Again, aside from Nick being in this, this fic has NOTHING to do with The Broken Hearts Gallery. But you should all go see the movie because it’s adorable!

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to begin our descent towards the airport. Please place all tray tables and seats in the upright position, stow away any laptops or other electrical equipment, and remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened.” The flight attendant chirpily announces over the intercom, and I let out the sigh I didn’t even know I was holding. In a short while, I’d be on my way back to Saint Chase, the place I thought I’d never set foot in again. I had left that place behind years ago and moved to New York City, hoping that the bad memories from that town didn’t follow me there. And for the most part, they didn’t. However, since my younger sister was getting married there in three weeks, and I was the maid of honour, I obviously couldn’t turn it down. I love my sister, of course I do, and of course I wanted to see her again and take part in such a special moment of her life...I just wish she’d picked somewhere else to get married. Sooner than I’d have liked, the plane lands, and after collecting my luggage, I walk into arrivals. I don’t even have to look around the room before I hear:

“Y/N!!! Hi!” My younger sister Katie calls across to me. She bounds up to me and wraps her arms around me before I can even react. I immediately smell her fruity perfume. It smells familiar. It smells like home. “How was your flight? I hope it was good. I thought we were going to be late getting here, but thankfully traffic wasn’t too bad.” She continues chattering away, and I smile. Katie was a ball of energy in a 5′4 tall body, and that’s partly why I love her so much.

“Katie. Breathe.” I giggle, and she stops.

“Sorry! I know I get carried away sometimes. Anyway, you remember Adam, right? He-”

“Yes, Katie, I remember your fiancé. The same fiancé that you’re getting married to in three weeks.” I tease, and she flashes pink. “Hi, Adam.” I hold out my hand for a handshake, but he pulls me into a hug too.

“Come on Y/N.” He tells me, giving me a warm smile. “We’re almost family, you can give me a hug.” Weirdly, hugging Adam felt like home too. As they both lead me out of the airport towards their car, holding hands and chatting the entire way, I can’t help but smile. They really were perfect for each other. They were the typical high school sweethearts, who had been together since they met seven years ago. And now here they were, about to get married. I used to think true love, that sappy kind in movies where the guy is so squeaky clean that there’s nothing wrong with him, and who’d drop everything for the girl he loves didn’t exist (and the boyfriends I’d had over the years definitely helped me believe that). But when I saw how happy Katie was with Adam, how she gushed about him constantly, and just how happiness beamed out of her every time she was near him or talking about him, I began to realise that maybe that kind of love did exist after all. If only I could find it.

~~~

“We’re almost here, girls.” Adam announces, and I feel my stomach turning into knots. Is it too late to leap out of the car and make a run for it? But then I see Katie’s face in the rearview mirror, and I know I can’t do that to her. So I grimace and say how wonderful being so close is instead.

“So, are the three of us staying in the hotel then?” I ask, taking a gulp of my tea. I was going to book a room there myself, but Katie and Adam had told me they’d take care of accommodation, and despite my initial misgivings, I decided to trust my sister.

“Well, we actually have a surprise...” Katie begins. “We’ve done up Nana’s house, and that’s where we’ll be staying! Isn’t it great? It’s going to be such a great bonding experience!” I almost choke on my tea. Maybe I should’ve listened to my gut and just booked into the hotel after all.

“Wh-What?” I ask, spluttering a little.

“Yeah, Adam and I thought about it, and we thought it would be better. I mean, it’s cheaper for a start, and it’s so nostalgic! Getting married in the town Adam and I grew up in and staying in the house you and I grew up in!” She squeals excitedly.

“Katie, no...I didn’t even-”

“Ooh, we’re here!” Katie cuts me off and looks out her window. “Look! There’s the diner! And the library! Remember when Nana used to read to us there every day after school? Aw, it was so cute.” She grins, and I sit back in my seat, trying to avoid glancing out of the window. “And there’s the bakery! They’re making the cake for our wedding, so I know it’ll be sublime. Y/N, remember those chocolate cupcakes they have? So good right? Oooh, we should get some later for dessert babe!” She tells Adam, who nods. I should’ve known that we’d be staying in Nana’s old house. But typical me seemed to block that part out with every other thing I wanted to forget about this town. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the buildings of the town begin to fade away and become replaced by pine trees. Nana’s house was on the outskirts of town, before the forest, so I knew that we were close.

After a few more minutes, the car turns, and I hear the sound of gravel crunching beneath the wheels. Nana’s house had a gravel drive, so it was obvious that we had arrived. The car stops, and we all get out. Nana’s house looked almost the same as it did when I left four years ago. The roses around the door were still there, as well as all the lavender bushes in her front garden. All that looked different was the colour of the front door. Katie did a good job. The house still looked like something out of a fairytale storybook, somewhere where seven dwarves or three bears could live comfortably for many years...or maybe where a grandmother raised her two granddaughters. But how familiar the house looked did little to quell my unwillingness to stay there.

“Good to be back, right?” Adam asks, giving me a smile. Trying to avoid showing my unhappiness, I nod and force a small smile. Thankfully, Adam doesn’t seem to notice. He walks up to Katie, picks her up, and carries her over the threshold of the house.

“No! Adam! You’re meant to do this AFTER we get married!” Katie giggles and squeals, squirming about in Adam’s arms. “Y/N, help!” she calls, disappearing into the house.

“Sorry, Katie, you’re on your own!” I call back. And then, I’m alone, staring up at the house where I spent most of my life...and where I swore I’d never go again. A cold chill spreads across my body, and I can’t tell if it’s the wind or my nerves.

It’s going to be a long three weeks.

~~~

A Few Hours Later 

I was settled into my old bedroom from when I was younger, and was laying on my bed, scrolling through my phone. Suddenly: “Knock knoooock!” A sing-song voice sounds from the other side of my bedroom door.

“Come in, Katie.”

“Aw, how’d you know it was me?” Chuckling, I open the door. Katie stands there, pouting.

“Well for a start, that’s what you did when we were kids, and you wanted to show me something...and you did it when we were teenagers too. I’m your big sister Katie. I know you.”

“You’re only two years older than me!”

“That still makes me smarter than you.” I tease, winking. Sighing, Katie laughs.

“Yeah, you’re right. I can’t get anything past you, can I?”

“Nope! Anyway, what’s up?”

“Nick’s almost here. We’re all going to pick him up from the train station and get dinner, so you two can get to know each other before the rehearsal dinner and the wedding. Ah, it’s going to be great!” She squeals excitedly. Meanwhile, I’m just confused.

“...Nick?”

“Y/N.” Katie is suddenly more serious, which is totally unlike her. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten who Nick is!” My blank stare makes her sigh. “You know, Nick!” She stresses his name like I should know it, and like I’ve committed a felony by forgetting it. But nothing springs to mind, so I stay silent. Katie huffs. “Nick is Adam’s best man. They met in college. They were roommates. He’s coming down early to help set up, and so you two can get to know each other. Sounds like you two getting to know each other is desperately needed.”

“Oh...right.” I respond, and she rolls her eyes. It was quite strange, seeing my ordinarily happy and energetic sister be so serious.

“Anyway, he’s going to be here soon, so you better get ready. And remember, you two are important parts of this wedding, AND you two are dancing together too, so please be nice to him.”

“Well, there go my plans to punch him in the face as soon as I meet him.” I joke.

“Y/N!” Katie whines. “That’s not funny! It’s my wedding at stake!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” I give her a hug. “I love you. I know how important this is to you. I won’t let anything bad happen. I promise.”

“Thanks sis.” Katie replies. “Anyway, come on, we’re leaving in ten minutes.” She orders, walking towards the door.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh! I forgot to tell you! Nick’s going to be staying here too, so you’ll be seeing each other a lot more!” She announces happily.

“...He’s WHAT?!”

~~~

The sounds of the radio fill the car as the three of us sit in silence. I think the song they’re playing is by ABBA....or maybe Fleetwood Mac. Actually, I wasn’t really paying attention to whatever song was playing. Shocking, I know. Instead, I was sitting tapping my leg, waiting to see if I could notice Nick. Nick. The man  I thought I would just be dancing with at my sister’s wedding, and making pleasant conversation with, not sharing a space with for the next three weeks. I love my sister, I honestly do...but god, I wish she’d tell me things in advance sometimes.

But that’s who Katie is. She’s spontaneous, I’m not. She’s an extrovert, and I’m the introvert. She’s wild and fun...and I’m boring. In some ways, we’re polar opposites of each other. But that also draws us closer together. Yes, aside from our genetics, we weren’t that alike...but we were still sisters, and the best of friends.

“There he is! I see him!” Katie pipes up excitedly, cutting off my thoughts. She and Adam immediately get out of the car and start waving him over, leaving me in the backseat. Immediately my cheeks flush. Oh god, he’s going to have to sit next to me, isn’t he? Shit. I glance out of the window and see Nick is close by. Sighing, I decide I better get out and greet him. If I was going to be spending three weeks living with him, I better make a good first impression.

“Hi Katie!” His voice greets her, and he pulls her into a hug. “I’ve not seen you in forever!”

“I saw you like two weeks ago!” She giggles. Nick then turns to Adam, and greets him. I stand back a little, watching them. The three of them look happy and natural together. Like a proper family. While I feel like the one who doesn’t belong. The puzzle piece that doesn’t fit into this happy family dynamic. Of course, I couldn’t tell Katie that, that would make her feel even more worried, and she didn’t deserve this stress. Not now. I take a deep breath. All I need to do is make it through these three weeks until the wedding. “Nick.” Katie begins, gesturing towards me. “This is my sister Y/N, the maid of honour!” Deep breaths Y/N. You can do this. It’s just a guy. After all, it’s not like he’s a Greek God or something. And then he turns around.

His blue eyes sparkle, and he grins. “So this is the girl I’m going to dance with, huh?” He holds out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Nick.”

Oh my god, he’s gorgeous. What I said about him not being a Greek God? I was wrong. He looks better than that. Oh god, I’m so fucked. Oh god, he’s staring at me, and I haven’t said anything to him. I quickly grab his hand and shake it. Hopefully he doesn’t notice my sweaty palms.

“It’s nice to meet you, Nick.” I flash a smile, hoping to every god there is that I don’t have lipstick or food on my teeth.

“I’ve heard so much about you!” I...wish I could say the same. Katie really needs to tell me things in advance...including whether or not her fiancé hangs out with Greek God lookalikes.

“All good, I hope!” I chuckle awkwardly. Nick smiles again.

“All great things.” The two of us stand there, just staring at each other. Katie’s voice calls over:

“Come on, you two, I’m starving! Stop eyeballing each other and get in the car!” My eyes go slightly wide, and I quickly get into the car, desperate not to make a fool of myself, even if it seemed Katie was trying to.

“Oh, sorry Nick. Just move my bag and jacket from your seat.” I tell him as he opens his door. “Actually, just pass them over here.” He passes them over, and as I reach out to take them, our hands brush against each other. Shivers run up my spine. This isn’t normal, right? No, it isn’t. You don’t usually feel shivers up your spine when you brush hands with people you just met. That usually means something deeper....right? Nick gets in beside me, and I’m immediately aware of the smell of his cologne. He smells great. Like...really great. God, this man really is the full package, huh? Adam sets off, and I settle back into my seat, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

“So, what’s Saint Chase like?” I hear Nick ask, causing me to look back up at him. “I’ve never been here before, so I was just wondering, like, is there any fun things to do, or any good memories? I know you and Katie grew up here, so...” He seems genuinely interested, and I have no idea what to tell him. I mean, what could I say? I’m guessing Katie didn’t tell him how desperate I was to get the hell out of the town as soon as I could.

“Well....” I begin. “To be honest, Nick, I’m not the best person to ask.” I admit. “I haven’t been back here in a while. You’d be better off asking Katie if you need a tour guide...sorry.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, Nick looks a little disappointed, but he doesn’t say anything regardless. I sink back into my seat again. I mean, it wasn’t like I lied...I genuinely don’t remember much about the town...or I had just tried to block out the memories so much, it actually worked.

After another agonising car journey, the car parks outside of Saint Chase’s diner. Again, like Nana’s house, it looked like nothing had changed from what I remembered. It was almost like the town was part of its’ own little universe, where the buildings and the people in it never grew up, and neither would you if you stayed there. Okay, maybe that was dramatic, but still.

Katie pushes open the door, and the woman behind the counter looks up as we walk in. Before any of us could say anything, the woman exclaims:

“OH! MY! GOD! Is that who I think it is?!” She quickly runs out from behind the counter, and up to Katie and I. “It is! It’s Rose’s granddaughters!” She pulls us both into a hug, giving us a tight squeeze. Pulling away, she looks us up and down. “Remember me? It’s Jane! God, I remember when your Grandma, god rest her soul, used to bring you in for breakfast every Saturday, ever since you were about this high Katie.” She points to her knee. Straightening back up, she looks us both over again. “Aw, you both look so much like your mother. Especially you, Y/N.” She smiles, causing a pang in my heart. She looks behind us, not noticing the sad expression on my face. “Ooooh! Are these the boyfriends?” She winks. “They’re gorgeous, good on you girls!”

“Well Jane, this is my fiancé Adam-” Katie begins, immediately getting squeals of delight, and congratulations in return. “And this is his best friend Nick, who’s the best man.”

“But we’re not dating.” I finish. Even if he was really gorgeous.

“Oh that’s right! I forgot you two are getting married here!” She sighs. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on, honestly.” She steps closer to me, and her voice drops to a whisper. “But if you’re serious about not taking him honey, let me know, and I gladly will. He’s beautiful.” She gestures toward Nick. “Anyway! Let me get you four the best seats in the house. Follow me!” She orders, and the four of us do so. Jane leads us to a booth near the back of the diner and passes over some menus. “I’ll be right back to get you some drinks.” She grins.

“Well...she seems friendly!” Nick states, making us all laugh.

~~~

Later

“So anyway, Nick is completely drenched by this point. I mean, obviously, he had fallen into a pool.”

“Pushed. I was pushed.” Nick corrects, making Katie and I laugh. Adam was telling us stories of him and Nick in college, and I was feeling a lot more comfortable. Nick was hilarious, and he seemed really sweet. Maybe sharing a house with him for three weeks wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Anyway, that’s why I immediately pulled him into the pool with me, so he could know how it feels.” Nick finishes.

“Oh, you should’ve been there, babe. We both had white shirts on. Abs for days.” Adam tells Katie. God, of course Nick has abs. Wouldn’t expect anything else.

“Really? Maybe Y/N should’ve been there, she loves ab- ouch!” Katie begins, before I gently kick her in the shin. Adam and Nick look over, clearly concerned. “Sorry, just....bashed my leg on the table leg.” She lies, and I give her a pointed look, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

“Okaaaay...anyway, we’ve told a story about our college mishaps, how about one from you two?” Nick asks. Katie furrows her eyebrows for a moment, clearly deep in thought...and then her eyes light up. Oh no. Why do I have a feeling this will end badly for me?

“Did I ever tell you two about the time Y/N almost went to a midterm in her underwear?” And there it is.

“Nonononono, we don’t need to hear this story!” I gasp, my cheeks flushing red.

“Oh I think we do.” She winks, while I hide my face in my hands. And there goes my last shred of dignity. And with it, any hopes of having Nick see me as anything other than a total mess.

~~~

That Night

I was sitting on my bed, reading. Since we had gotten home from the diner, I had retreated upstairs, changed into my pyjamas and stayed there. Mainly because I was trying to avoid Nick, and any other potential forms of embarrassment before the wedding. Maybe I could just stay in there until the wedding? Sighing, I put my book down and lean back into my pillows. Not that I was paying much attention to the book anyway. Why was I like this? I mean, yeah, of course I didn’t want to embarrass myself, especially in front of a guy, but why was I going to such lengths for Nick? Why was I so hell-bent on not embarrassing myself in front of him? There must be something about him...something...different. Of course, he’s the best man to my maid of honour in my sister’s wedding, which is obviously part of it, but it felt like there was something more there. Something I didn’t understand. A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts.

“Katie, I hope you’re here to- oh!” I gasp when I see who is on the other side of the door. Nick stands there, dressed in a t-shirt and plaid pyjama pants. His hair was wet from a shower, and looked slightly curly.

“Hi.” He says, his voice slightly husky, causing the shivers from before to return.

“H-Hi, Nick.” I stammer. “What can I do for you?” He doesn’t answer me, and instead passes over a steaming mug.

“We made some tea, and I thought I’d bring you a mug.” He explains.

“Thanks.” I take a sip of the tea, immediately feeling its warmth pass through me.

“Are you feeling alright?” Nick asks. “You came up right after we got back from dinner, and you’ve been up here for a while, so I was wondering if you were okay.”

“Oh...yeah I’m fine, just tired from my flight.” I lie. Nick smiles and nods.

“Yeah I get that, I think it’ll be an early night for me too.” The two of us stand there for a minute, neither of us saying anything to the other. “Nice pyjamas by the way.” Nick breaks the silence, and I glance down at my Minnie Mouse pyjamas, immediately wishing I’d brought different ones.

“Thanks.” And then, back to silence. But in a way, it was a comfortable silence, one where we didn’t have to say anything to each other, and instead, just enjoy the company of each other.

“Well, I think I’m going to head off to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Y/N.” He smiles. “It was really nice to meet you today.”

“Yeah, it was.” I smile back. “Goodnight Nick.”

~~~

The Next Day

“Morning sleepy head.” Katie says through a mouthful of toast as I walk into the kitchen.

“It’s 9am. This is early for me.”

“I know, I know. Just teasing.” She laughs.

“Anyway, what do you need me to do today? What still needs doing?” I ask, reaching down to grab a slice of toast.

“Hey!” Katie swats my hand away. “And about that...” She trails off. “I’ll tell you in a sec.” I hear the noise of someone coming downstairs. I don’t even have to question who it is, as I hear:

“Morning ladies.” His voice sounds huskier than it did last night. God, what is it with him?

“Hey Nick.” We reply. “Actually Nick, I need to speak to you and Y/N.” Katie tells him as I grab a glass of water. “Adam and I were talking last night, and we had an idea for some...special wedding tasks for you two.” I raise an eyebrow, and Nick gives me a questioning look. I shake my head, symbolising I have no idea what she means. Katie clears her throat. “We thought that Y/N should show you around town, Nick!” I almost choke on my water.

“What?” I gasp.

“Yeah, I mean, it gives you two the chance to get closer, which is going to be useful for the wedding.” She explains. “And it’ll help you to get to know the town again Y/N!”

“I mean, yeah, sounds good.” Nick nods. No, it doesn’t sound good. That sounds like everything I don’t want to happen. Nick was great, but I did not want to fall back in love with this town and remember all the memories I tried so hard to forget. But then, I look into the eyes of my baby sister, and I know I can’t break her heart. Especially not before her wedding. Even if it hurts me, I sigh and nod.

“Nick’s right. It sounds good.” Katie’s face lights up.

“Thanks guys!” She pulls us both into a hug. Now I definitely can’t break her heart and say no. “You two can start today.” She grins. “But don’t keep her out too late Nick, I need her back here to help make the centrepieces later.” She winks. “Have fun.” She whispers, heading upstairs.

“So...when do you wanna start?” I ask Nick.

“Well, if you want, we could go for a walk later today?” He offers.

“Sure. Just let me get some food and get ready, then we can head out.” I tell him, and he agrees, before also heading upstairs. And then, I’m alone.

Like I said before, It’s going to be a long three weeks.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Harry x Mel, Soulmate!Au (doesn't have to be related to written in the stars, but im definitely talking about Mel dumbledore) where Merry are friends, but on their 13th birthday the name of their soulmate appears somewhere on their body and despite being best friends both don't think the other likes them like that.. UNTIL Harry's name is pulled in 4th year and he has to fight dragons!! *cue the angst and dramatic music*

I’m starting with the chillest request you sent bc the others will need a lot of mental work before I do them lmaoo 

Also I didn’t know if I should tag the others in this?? but I’m going to so feel free to ignore it if you don’t want to read fanfic of my fanfic jjdfhs -Danny

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“Harry Potter.”

Her chest felt soar, the very same words Dumbledore had pronounced during the selection written across her skin felt new, heated. Mel held onto the rails of the stands until her knuckles where white. 

‘That’s your soulmate,’ She thought in anguish as Harry walked out of the field on his own. ‘That’s your soulmate and he almost died without knowing how you really feel.’

She ran out of the place and into the tent where the champions were being treated, Harry barely had time to sit and take off the cloak that was clutching to his arm in scorched fabric when Mel entered abruptly.

He stood up as a reflect, and she jumped in to hug him.

“You did amazing!”

“Mel, my arm,” He said in a low grunt. 

“Oh!” She jumped away and looked down at Harry’s burnt arm. “I’m sorry! Did I make it worse?”

“It’s fine,” He assured her, also looking down at his skin.

But she wasn’t listening, she’d noticed her own name written across his shoulder, where the dragon had scratched him. This was the first time she was seeing it; she knew her name had to be there of course, just as Harry knew his was somewhere on her body, but they’d never discussed the subject.

The problem with knowing who your soulmate is doesn’t necessarily means they love you back. Sometimes a soulmate can be platonic, a relative, a close friend, and in very lucky times, it can be the person you’re meant to be with.

Mel was in love with him, that much she knew, but she didn’t have the courage to ask about his feelings for her. Or at least, not until she saw her name. Her hand closed tightly around Harry’s right arm, her eyes fixed on his left shoulder.

“Mel?” Harry was blushing, too conscious of the thing she was staring at. 

“I can’t believe I never saw it before, t’s in such an easy spot!” She grinned, finally looking up at him. “Why’d you never showed it to me?”

Harry’s cheeks grew warmer, he really wished he could be back out there fighting the dragon.

“I– er, I didn’t know if you wanted to... if you’d want me to show you.”

“I do,” She replied gently. “Being your soulmate is an honour, Glasses.”

“What about you?” He asked in a slightly squeaky voice. “Why haven’t you showed me yours?”

“Oh well,” Mel bit back a smirk. “Mine’s not exactly in a public place.”

“Oh,” His face felt like it was on fire, was it on fire? Had the dragon caught him somehow? “That’s... that’s too bad.”

“I like it though,” She pushed, feeling that it was now or never. “Where it is I mean, right above my heart, a bit to the left... I like it.”

“Oh,” He repeated, a tad stupidly. He begged for someone to walk in so he could be saved the embarrassment. 

“I also like you,” She concluded.

His breath got caught on his throat, eyes widening in shock. He wanted to ask, to say ‘I like you too’ or to just make an euphoric sound that would put his mind at ease, but all that came out was another:

“Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.” She nodded, ‘This was a mistake, I’m an idiot,’ she thought. “Well, I better get out before Pomfrey kicks me out for disturbing her patient...”

She turned around and rushed to the door. In the middle of his panic, Harry finally found his voice.

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me? I mean, just the two of us?” He sounded almost frantic. 

Mel stopped and looked at him in slight confusion.

"You and I?” She said. “As a date?”

“As a date,” He confirmed, fumbling with the ripped pieces of his cloak.

Mel smiled, her eyes shinning in such a manner that steadied his heart.

“Would love to,” She replied, before disappearing out of the tent in quiet excitement.

Harry sat back and sighed heavily, eyes immediately falling on his shoulder and unable to hide his happy grin.

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[stories-sometimes]

I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {5/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap

Word Count: 2418

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They pulled up to their hotel in Prague, a vast improvement from the run-down one in Italy. It was the image of luxury, near to the city centre, built-in some historic-looking building. Two doormen opened the gold-framed doors. All the students looked around in awe at the huge marble room. A pianist played, gently adding to the high-class atmosphere.

“This is absolutely insane.” She said, admiring the detailed granite tiles.

“Speak for yourself, I’m home.” Flash said arrogantly.

“What can I say, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.” Mr Harrington said in response to everyone’s amazed reaction. “Everyone get settled in, rested up,” he continued, “cause tonight, big surprise, the Carnival of Lights.” He exclaimed. As Mr Harrigton continued Peter felt his phone vibrate, he pulled it out to see Maria Hill’s name flashing over the screen of his phone. While Peter stepped away from the group, she noticed MJ’s intense stare from the corner of her eye. The jealousy bubbled slightly in the pit of her stomach. You don’t like him like that, she reminded herself, he’s your best friend. She attempted to drown out the feeling, instead trying to tune into Mr Harrington’s ramblings about the night’s carnival.

“Hello.” Peter answered.

“Parker it’s Hill,” The agent spoke across the phone, “there’s an earpiece in your suit, put it on and await further instruction, understood.”

“Um, yes ma’am,” Peter replied nervously. Peter stared at all the people who were in danger, who had been dragged into a mess he now had to solve.

An hour or so later he found himself with Fury, Hill and Beck, reciting the plan that had just been drilled into his head.

“I will be in the cathedral tower, keeping watch for the fire monster. When that shows up I will radio you guys. And then Mr Beck and I’ll -”

“My name is Mysterio.” The man said firmly, giving Peter a reassuring look, making the younger man smile. “Look, our only hope of finishing this is stopping the elemental now. We can try to draw it away from civilians but the most important thing is to keep it away from metal. It’ll get too powerful, then there’ll be no hope for us.” Beck instructed.

“I’m just worried, that me being here is putting my friend’s in danger and -”

“You’re worried about us putting your friends in danger,” Fury shouted from across the room, “You who set a drone strike on your own trip. Stark gave you this responsibility,” Fury poked harshly at the glasses hanging on his shirt, “But it’s clear to me that you are not ready for this.” Peter looked down guiltily, quickly excusing himself from the briefing room. He made his way up to the hotel roof, staring over the city destined for a disaster. He was only alone for about ten minutes before Beck came floating up to console him.

“How you feeling?” Beck asked, sitting down on the ledge beside Peter.

“I just didn’t expect to have to save the world this summer. I know it makes me sound like a jerk but -”

“You’re not a jerk for wanting a normal life kid. You're a good kid. There's a part of me that wants to tell you to just turn around, run away from all this. And then, there's another part of me that knows what we're about to fight. What's at stake. And I'm glad you're here. You’ve got these skills, these talents and I’d be honoured if you do decide to help me.” 

“I want to help, I’m just worried about my friends.”

“I get that, just keep them inside, in a safe place while we save the day. You know there’s some opera on tonight, everyone will be at the carnival so it’ll be empty.” Beck suggested.

“Yeah, I’m sure they’d love that.” Peter said sarcastically, but still appreciative of his idea.

So that’s how Peter found himself entering an opera house as the rest of the trip complained about missing out on the biggest party of the year, with only his two best friends aiding him in support of the idea. The situation was definitely improved by the fact Peter got to admire her in the emerald, satin dress she wore.

“You look really pretty by the way.” He whispered to her, loving the way she blushed lightly. It was always his favourite sight.

“Thanks, you too. Um, you also look pretty.” She mumbled back. You’re just friends, she repeated to herself again. But it was a harder and harder thought to believe. She was confused, to say the least, and her growing feelings for Beck only made it more difficult to comprehend. “I’m gonna go to our seat, I hope you can stick around for a bit.” She beamed, punching him lightly on the arm before inwardly cringing at her actions. Smooth, really. She walked away, smiling over her shoulder at the boy, feeling the longing gaze. Soon she spotted MJ and moved into the empty seat beside her.

“You guys are weird,” MJ said immediately after she sat down.

“Really, you wanna call me weird when they’re sitting right there.” She said, pointing to Ned and Betty, both gushing over each other as they shared a set of opera glasses.

“Yeah,” MJ replied bluntly, “especially Peter, don’t tell me you don’t notice him disappearing all the time. You’ve got to find that suspicious.” She panicked, trying to come up with some excuse to cover Peter’s ass.

“He just gets anxious, has to be alone sometimes to calm down.” She lied.

“Yeah, but there’s removing yourself from a situation and then there’s disappearing for hours at a time. Look he’s leaving right now.” She turned, following MJ’s stare to see Peter rushing at the hall. She was disappointed. Although she knew his duties took priority over this, she couldn’t help feel let down by missing out on a night with her best friend. “Come on, let’s see where he goes.” She glared at MJ as the girl started to get up out of her seat.

“MJ, sit down we can’t leave.” She tried to drag MJ back into her seat.

“Why not, Peter’s allowed to.”

“He’s having a bad day, he told me he’s just going back to the hotel.”

“Then we’ll be good friends and comfort him.” MJ pulled out of the other girl’s grip.

“Brad will be heart-broken.” She nodded to the boy MJ had been flirting on and off with all trip.

“He’ll live. Look, you can come with me or stay here and bore yourself to death. And if Peter’s fine, then we’re ditching him to go to the carnival.” Knowing there was no stopping MJ, she joined her in sneaking out of the theatre. She could at least keep her away from the city centre. Not long after the two girls left, Ned found himself in a similar predicament, getting dragged out by his girlfriend.

Despite all of her protests and best efforts to avoid it, she managed to find herself nearing the carnival. Finding Peter’s hotel room empty only boosted MJ’s curiosity and ended with her basically carrying her friend to the party. The streets were filled with lights and colour, market stools stocked with an array of foods and gifts. Not a minute went by without a string of fireworks going off in the sky. Rides sat at every corner of every plaza, all lit up with strings of LED lights. She had to admit it would have been one of the magical experiences of her life if it wasn’t for the looming threat of another attack. The huge crowds of people all in imminent danger.  And the top of a clocktower hid Peter, wearing his new, all-black suit, awaiting the arrival of the final elemental.

“How’s the suit?” Fury asked once everyone was in position.

“Um, it’s great, a little tight around the old web-shooter.” Peter joked, Fury’s eye roll was so clear Peter could practically hear it.

“Parker.”

“Okay, I’ll shut up.”

The two girls were wandering around, weaving through the crowds.

“MJ, we should head back before anyone notices we’re gone.” She said, tugging on MJ’s arm as though she was some little kid.

“I just wanna find what Peter’s up to, then we can do whatever you want.”

“God, you’re acting like some stalker.”

“He’s disappeared too many times for there to be a simple explanation. Surely you want to find out what he’s been hiding.”

“MJ, I’m fucking serious we have to get back.” She noticed steam rising from a nearby fountain and knew the elemental was going to strike at any moment. 

“What the hell.” MJ had spotted it too, and stepped towards it. The ground split beneath their feet, lava seeping through the cracks, sliding up the statue above the fountain.

“MJ, we need to get -” Before she could finish her sentence the elemental had formed, sending the surrounding concrete flying out in all directions. She grabbed onto MJ’s hand and sprinted as fast as they could in the opposite direction. Panic ensued around them, the girls found a smaller alleyway to hide down.

“Okay, he’s here.” Peter rushed out as soon as the chaos began. “Beck, are you ready?” 

“On your lead Spiderman.” Beck flew towards the centre, watching the elemental smashing down on its metal surroundings to gain more power. Beck landed, green dust clouding around him as he summoned his signature green triangles over his hands. Whilst Beck had the attention of the elemental, Peter swung down, smashing a pile of wood over its head to immobilise it for a second, giving Beck the opportunity to start firing at the elemental. Peter shot a web out at a fire hydrant, pulling it out of the ground to allow the water to spray out at the fire monster. The thing punched the wall Peter was stuck to, sending him flying into the base of the ferris wheel. Before he could do anything it had gotten to a carousel, and Peter was forced to watch it suddenly grow in size.

“Night monkey, night monkey help us.” Peter heard a familiar voice cry as he stood back up. He looked up to see Ned and Betty trapped, calling out for some unknown person. Ned stared down, giving Peter a look as to say ‘just go with it’.

“Oh no, no, no.” His friends in danger - his worst nightmare. The elemental came charging towards him, all of his webs were burned as soon as he tried to do anything to directly stop the monster. A mere second before it could strike Peter and the wheel, Beck threw up a force field, preventing any harm. But he couldn’t hold it for very long. Each hit sent sparks down into the heroes’ faces.

“We’ve gotta hit him with something he can’t absorb.”

“You go left, I’ll go right.” They nodded briefly before Beck sent to force field outwards, pushing the elemental outwards. Beck flew up into the air, leaving Peter to swing toward the tallest building in the plaza. He ran up the wall, successfully distracting it for long enough for Beck to get to a better, higher position. Before the elemental could hit him, Peter flipped off the building, shooting a web onto a piece of rumble, flinging it into the monster. This gave Beck the opportunity to attack the elemental. “That hurt him, keep going.” Beck instructed. Peter repeatedly picked up and threw pieces of concrete rumble. But that didn’t hold it off for too long. Soon it had smashed a fist into the ground, sending a line of fire to the ferris wheel, knocking the wheel off its hinge. The screams of Peter’s friends filled the air. Peter went to shoot a web to help them, only to find it not connecting to the actual wheel, instead to some invisible force. He tried to pull his web back in only to find it flying away with some unknown piece of debris attached. It landed in the alleyway the two girls were hiding in.

“What the fuck,” MJ said as she picked it up, “These are Spiderman’s webs.” She stated.

“It can’t be, he’s a friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, he works in New York.” The other girl tried to reason.

“He was in Washington, maybe he likes to travel.” MJ shoved the object into her pocket.

Peter pushed the curiosity out of head and turned to focus on saving his friends. He webbed up to where Ned and Betty were trapped.

“Whatever happens, I’m glad we met.” Beck said to Peter.

“Beck, what are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done last time.” Beck began to absorb a swarm of energy, building it up before flying into the centre of the monster. The fire was replaced with the green of Beck’s powers, causing it to explode with a blast of energy. Peter swung down to help an injured Beck up. Before he knew it, his best friend was running out of her hiding space, flinging her arms around Beck. He gripped onto her instinctively, holding on to her for dear life.

“What are you doing here?”

“MJ’s too stubborn for her own good.” She laughed. “Thank god you’re alright. You saved everyone, what are you gonna do now hero?”

“This.” He said, leaning down to kiss her.  She was surprised at his boldness at first, but quickly allowed him to deepen it as he shamelessly shoved his tongue into her mouth. It was passionate and messy, a rush of all their built up emotions. It was as though everyone else had disappeared, Peter and MJ were gone, Fury’s car pulling up didn’t exist - it was just the two of them. It carried on like that until they heard a loud cough from Fury. They broke apart, still remaining in each other’s arms. She flushed, giggled nervously at everyone’s stares.

“That the last of them?” Fury asked. Beck nodded. “But that won’t be the last threat, Hill and I are attending the headquarters in Berlin tomorrow, you should join us.”

“I’d be honoured.” Beck stepped away from her to shake Fury’s hand. “I’m taking you out tonight.” He turned to point at her, she agreed eagerly. “I’ll pick you up at 10. And you Spiderman, need to come with me, celebrate before my date.” 

“I’m not 21.” Was all Peter could come up with.

Peter had watched the interaction from afar, his heart breaking every second. He now truly believed he had no chance.

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[halitophobia]

Blind Eye - Two

Parings ⟶  OC x Hank’s Daughter! Reader (TEMPORARILY) , RK800! Connor x Hank’s Daughter! Reader (EVENTUALLY)

A/N ⟶ Thank you so, so much for the notes from the first chapter ! Btw, I’m really sorry this is a little late. I’m hoping for late weekly chapters? Every 10ish days or so...(I’ve gotten super busy, but I’m trying my best!)

Disclaimer ⟶ still don't own any characters from DBH

Warnings ⟶ swearing, violence, mentions of death, stubborn reader, stubborn Hank, spoilers...?, slow burn, sLoW bUrN, SLOW BURN, alcohol abuse (Hankster), angst, toxic relationship, eventual....fluff, happiness, cute stuff, flustered Connor, flustered Reader, all the gushy-ness, and ?????smut?????

Word Count ⟶ 3023

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

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NOV 6th, 2038

AM 12:41:04

"Why'd you kill him?"

"What happened before you took that knife?"

     Pursing your lips and narrowing your eyes, you watch the HK400 through the one-way glass. Your arms are crossed, face still as marble except for the bouncing of your right leg.

"Anderson. Are you cold or having a muscle spasm."

     You blink, glancing down at the one and only Gavin Reed's hands leant on the desk, but as quickly as you do, your eyes are glued back to the window.

"Let's make a bet. Like the good ol' days, yeah?" that same sandpaper voice sounds again, making you frown.

"I say," he pauses, "they had a bromance. Carlos and Andy over here." he gestures to the android. "Carlos brings home this smokin' hot 'robette' babe wanting a steamy, squeaky threesome. Attic boy gets mad and," his right arm comes up, and he stabs the air while pulsing to a beat of 'nn-s, nn-s, nn-s...', "...kills'em." So many things I didn't miss about working here...

     That fowl scent of sweat, old leather, and cheese also known as Gavin wafts your way, and you do your best not to gag. I mean, does this hobo shower? Wash his hands after shitting? A loud bang draws your attention to Hank, who's clearly gotten frustrated.

"Fuck it. I'm outta here." he grumbles, entering the observation room seconds later.

     You slowly clap watching him scowl at you.

"I'm impressed, Pops. You really stated your ground in there." you nod, earning a chuckle from Gavin. "My turn." you smile, and scurry out of the room. You hear Hank's voice yelling at you to come back, but you're already halfway through the door to the interrogation room.

     The droid doesn't move an inch as you shut the door behind you. You grin, feeling a wave of déjà vu wash over you. You've done this plenty of times before. How hard can a life-sized moving Barbie doll be?

"Alright, you piece o' shit." you can physically sense your father slapping his face behind the glass.

"I'm gonna jump right into it, okay? Okay." you drop yourself into the chair across from it, leaning back and crossing your arms and legs. "I don't know how it works in your...command center up there, but you gotta tell us what happened."

     You watch it avoid your gaze. A painful silence dances around you, only to make your skin crawl with frustration. You swing your leg back over and let it drop below you. Your arms come onto the table and you lean down, to get into its view.

"Pssst. I'm not leaving until you spill." you whisper, staring into its eyes even though it doesn't return the contact. You push back abruptly and revert to a normal volume, "So we can just skip all this," you motion between the both of you, "and you can obey, like a good little bot."

     Immediately, you see the change of energy from the suspect. Your brows lift, amused at the reaction. "Oh? Not into the whole submissive thing? I can see you got mad there. If that's even possible."

     It shifts again, seeming to get more worked up. This is perfect, you just need to push it around. No better way to let off some steam.

"You wrote 'I AM ALIVE' on the wall, like a jewelled crown atop Ortiz's lifeless head. That's what he said to make you upset, right? You were quoting him? Because, well...I mean, how on earth could you think of that? You aren't capable of...thinking for yourself." you wait, and decide to amp it up. "For all we know, that man was innocent. Just enjoying his life, wanting...a friend? And you come along? To do what? To stab him."

     There's a warning knock from the other side of the glass. You brush it off and examine the android. Chest heaving, hands clenched and jaw rippling. The lips on its face quiver, words just waiting to break the dam. And without looking back, you chimmy-changa your way across the line.

"Twenty. Eight. Times."

     You hear the tapping once again, more urgent, but still, you ignore it. Can you shut up? You're a millisecond away from confession and they choose to cut you know? Your old man probably wants to slip in and take credit.

     You're brought back to your senses as you watch the scene in front of you. The battered automaton is now writhing under the chords which bolt is slowly lifting off the table. "Hey, hey, hey. No need to cause a scene. Suck it up, and tell me wh-" your vision goes black. Well fuck me...

     The second your sight leaves, it's back but doubled. Your forehead throbs, as if a pump were behind your eyes. That motherfucking thing head-butted you. You can't help the weight sloshing around your brain, making your head pound harder. You move to stand, but stumble into the wall behind you. Get. Up.

     You feel arms hook under yours, and start to get dragged towards the door. "Get off of me!" you snap.

     Your view seeps back into HD and you ignore the sting in your head. "I'm fine! Let me finish this!" your voice is a harsh growl, and you lash around in the person's grasp.

Who is this anyway?

     Then you smell it. Oh. Reed tightens his grip, practically lifting you from your waist, and before you know it, your dropped into a computer chair facing the interrogation room. Just as you start to collect yourself, another smack is planted on your skull.

Okay what the fuck.

"Ow."

     An ice pack falls off your shoulder and into your lap. Wow, do I get a massage too?

"Nice going, Y/N." Hank spits.

     You roll your eyes, pressing them into the ice pack. With your voice muffled, you reply with 'thank you'.

"No, I really mean it. You just jeopardized this whole cross-examination. You brought that thing near to self-destruction!"

     Your brain is hoola-hooping within your skull and this ancient dick lecturing you is just hollering encouragement.

"Y/N, take this seriously. You really fucked up." Gavin chimes in.

Oh give me a break.

     You groan loudly, hoping it'll make them stop. You really don't need this. You just need five quiet minutes, and you can go back in and get that confession. Easy-peasy.

"Earth to Y/N. You may have been bumped in there, but I know damn-well you can hear me." Hank aggressively taps your shoulder and the water in the pot just boils away.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

     You're fully turned around, eyes ablaze with fire. You're cooking both men alive from your eyes and the pain from your head disappears for a moment. A silent breath escapes your parted lips, and you almost whisper.

"Will you, shut up."

     The air is thick as fog. Your sight clogged with angry-exhaustion, their's with vigilance, for they now tread on very thin ice.

"My name is Conner, what about you. What's your name?"

You're. KIDDING.

     Spinning your chair right around, you're faced with an image of pure disaster. Sir Smiley-Bot is seated across from the HK400.

"You let the fucking android interrogate the fucking android!"

     It hasn't even been twenty minutes and for the second time, you're blood is racing around your body like a jet. Running circuits in and out of your shrinking heart. Does no one have common sense in this fucking facility?

"What do we have to lose, Y/N. You've already ruined a proper examination, what's so different in sending in the thing?"

     Hank's voice destroys every sense of calm in your veins. You're going fucking bonkers now. It's like they worship this brown-haired robot. Prancing around its steel feet, praying to the android gods above. You've come to a conclusion; you are officially the only sane human in this police division. Everyone's brains are being melted by the second and they'll all just become slaves for the androids. Yup, I’ve solved the case.

"Shh, shh, shut up. Listen." Gavin lays his hand on your right shoulder, which you quickly brush off.

"I was fucking breathing."

     He replies with a grimy finger to his lips, staring forward. You sulk in the chair, intertwining your fingers atop the desk. The ice pack is balanced on your head and you stare forward. King-Droid seems to be calming the defendant down. Seriously?

"I could have easily calmed the thing down, this isn't all that fantastic." you scoff, adjusting the cooling pack.

     Hank flicks your head in response. It sure shuts you up. I am getting favoured over a bottle cap. I leave for one year and all of Detroit's been fucked in the ass by Alexa, Google Home, and Cortana at the same time. This is absolute bullshit. Choosing these things? Over trusted humans? This is surely humanity's last stra-

"No!"

...come again?

"No, please don't do that!"

     All three of you are now leant toward the glass, your nose virtually pressed on it. All that stupid popcan had to do was threaten to probe its memory ooooh spooky!

"What..."

     A beautifully awkward sound of leather, wood, and the chair squeal in harmony as your trio incline forward again. If it weren't for the one-way glass, there would be three sources of breath in their own designated spots.

"What are they going to do to me?"

Baby bye, bye, bye, BYE BYE.

"They're going to destroy me, aren't they?" its voice is in a panicked hiss.

Ding ding ding! We have a winner!

"They're going to disassemble you to look for problems in your biocomponents. They have no choice if they want to understand what happened."

     This goes on for a little while, the honoured golem teetering between comfort and warning. You just watch soundlessly, intrigued for the outcome. Cold droplets trickle down your neckline, for the pack on your head had started to melt. You can't resist the urge to shiver, swiftly wiping away the excess water.

     Your attention is slowly dispersing and you're starting to lose interest. You notice your stomach grumble - right, you'd forgotten to eat before all of this. Come to think of it, you're starving. Your gut agrees and wails to you again.

"Shh!" Gavin jeers.

Oh please.

     You start to lift onto your feet, wanting to grab a snack, but are interrupted by a voice that has been heard to the very minimal. Seriously though, vending machine cashews would kill right about now...

"He tortured me everyday..."

     Your ass is stapled back into the chair, holding your tongue as its mouth finally starts to move. You listen intently, watching the emotions.

     You're amazed at how...real these androids look. This...suspect. Its..his eyes were saying something. His face held...pain. The way he says he was scared makes your breath falter. For a moment, you could really believe they're humans...with their own lives...own problems.

     But your eyes move to the annoying one and the funky lighted circle gives it away.

     Connor no, that hurt to say... asks more questions. And that's when you feel shivers crawl up your spine, vertebrae by vertebrae. The dark-skinned bot falls into a trance, speaking of ra9. Claiming it will save them all...that they'll no longer be slaves. You swallow hard, feeling regretful...and alarmed. You blink. You never know what these two could be doing in there.

"What if they're secretly communicating to each other? Through their...biocompo-nents...? you ask under your breath.

"As if. They can't mind...speak." the brunette scoffs behind you.

"Yeah? And how would you know." you bark back.

You're interrupted by Hank, smacking both of you.

The RK800 turns its head toward the mirror; harsh and precise. "I'm done."

     You jolt up. Goosebumps on your skin, hairs on your arms standing tall and attentive. That interrogation gave me the creeps...

     All three of you flood out the main door, heading to the one just a foot away. Officer Chris Miller tags along who you literally hadn’t noticed until he cleared his throat, preparing to move the aberrant. No...that's just weird to say. Suddenly, the room feels a lot smaller. Six of you is six too many.

"Chris, lock it up." Gavin commands gruffly. You notice how he eyes the RK800, the model obviously ignoring his warning.

     Officer Miller detatches it from the table, but it jerks from his grasp. Your eyes narrow and you lean against the door, feeling drowned from the new energy in the space. Like defusing a ticking bomb.

     Gavin interjects aggressively, hassling Chris to move it. You watch awkwardly as they struggle, both of them pulling completely opposite ways. You push off from the wall, starting to get impatient.

"You're making this harder than it has to be." you state, trying to get its attention.

     Gavin yells once again, only to get the same in return. Your childish ass chimes in, telling Reed to back down, and now it's just a trio of toddlers crying for their candy. You're telling the cheese-smelling douche to hold his temper, while he's bitching about being tired. Chris yells at both of you two shut up when you notice the thing across you grab the officer's gun.

Fuck.

      In less than a second, blue...blood has coloured the ceiling. The HK400 is crumpled on the floor, gun laying loosely amoung its fingertips. Nothing stirs in all six of you. Your lungs have paused, muscles and eyes too. Your gaze is cemented on the one now pressed to the ground. The eyes still and wide like any other human lying dead. It stares off into another realm, mouth frozen in time, halfway through an inhale.

     This is what you forgot about. This part of the job. This raw, ferocious beast that gnaws at your gut. Chewing, ripping, tearing your meat agonizingly slow. Always hungry, always eating away at you.

"Holy shit."

     You whip your head at your father, revolted that the same words escaped his mouth...at the same time.

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AM 1:34:48

     Gulping down two pills of ibuprofen, you stare at Hank talking with his plastic buddy. You're leant against his desk, fiddling around with his pens and sticky notes. You sigh as you feel someone slide up next to you.

"How've you been, fucker. You looked like shit walking into the building cuffed. 'Thought you were the one being arrested."

     The grey-eyed dickwad chuckles at his comment, anticipating your snarky retort.

"Reed, I'm not in the mood." you grumble, wiping your eyes with the underside of your fingers.

     You can sense his frown and disappointment. There's a small pause, but sure enough, he doesn't leave you alone.

"Another fight with Ben?"

Your stomach inverts and you feel the need to throw up. "Excuse me?"

     He raises his hands defensively. "Woah, woah. Just asking. You just always seem to be having problems with that guy."

"Where did you get this from, huh?" you threaten.

"Last time I saw you, you were whinging about him on the phone. You weren't being discrete."

     Sure...you weren't, but that doesn't mean he had the right to listen. He's a nosy, intrusive, grumpy old prick and you have never felt so disgusted in his presence.

"Stay out of my life, Reed. You have no right to ask me that. You have no right to assume things about me, and you have no right to be a...fucking asshole!"

"That last one isn't even-"

You slapped him.

     There's a sliver of regret, but your choler has clouded your mind. Do I have anger issues?

     Next thing you know, Hank is lecturing you about having manners, controlling your actions, thinking before you do, blah blah blah. You've heard this all before, it's like you're thirteen again, getting pestered at for feeding the dog your lasagna. Or cutting off that stupid girl's ponytail. She was a wicked shrew...

     Behind Hank, you catch Gavin start to snicker. Absolutely not. You push past the bearded man and start to pummel the brunette's chest. And I mean pummel. Beat. Punch. Slam. Not one giggle leaves his toxic mouth. Poppa tries to pry you off, but he gets an elbow to the nose. Respect your elders, am I right? All this anger...is barely even from Gavin's stupid words. This is the rage from the past two hours. Tonight has been hell. Trudging through disaster after disaster. It's all too much. Your gums start to ache due to the tightness of your jaw. Your hands begin to shake, each blow somehow impacting you. It's like you're just beating up yourself.

     A pair of arms wrap around your sore body, ripping you from your poor...punching bag. Gavin's face is already swelling. Black and blue covering his skin. Blood as the cherry on top. He's dead quiet now, breathing heavily as he lays on the ground. But then...you notice Hank on the ground too, blood spilling from his nose. If Hank's on the ground...then that means...

     You look down and see grey sleeves, detailed with black and silver. No, no, no, no...

"LET ME GO YOU CLUSTER OF RUSTY NAILS."

"I'm sorry, Detective Anderson, but you need to calm down before I can let you go."

I hate his voice, I hate his voice, I hate his voice...

"I'm calm." your voice like honey flowing over chocolate mousse.

     You drop every emotion in your face. All of your tensed muscles fall and you seep into its chest. Its arms fall from your torso. You wait a beat, then completely turn around.

You punch it square in the face.

     You watch in delight as its face snaps back. It stumbles, just once, which truly is enough for you. There's a burst of relieve and triumph, followed by a sting and numbness between your knuckles

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, fuck. Fucking fuck. Okay, so worth it, though...

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[chuffyfan87]

A Welcome Visitor. Part 2a (NSFW)

Cowritten with @fairheads.

-x-

A few days had passed since Charlie and Duffy had shared pizza and some kisses. Charlie had kept his promise and had returned the next day, helping Duffy with some jobs around the house and with Paul. Nothing more had happened between them, which had left them both feeling a little unsure about where they stood. Charlie had been busy at work but Duffy had asked if he would pop around after his shift that evening.

By the time Charlie arrived at the house the only light visible was from the dining room and kitchen.

When Duffy opened the front door she looked very different to how she'd greeted him a few days previously.

Charlie had gone home to change and freshen up after his long shift, he was now wearing a cosy jumper and jeans. As the door opened, he did a double take, Duffy looked like she’d made a real effort, his eyes grew wider. “Hi,” He smiled at her.

"Hi." She smiled. "The boys are at my mum's. Well except for Paul. He's upstairs." She explained as she let him into the house.

“Oh, right,” Charlie responded and then instantly berated himself for not sounding more excited. He was pleased, excited almost, to learn that they had the house to themselves, but he didn’t know if he was right to read anything into it.

He followed her down the hall, noticing how amazing her curves looked in the dress she was wearing.

"I made pasta. I hope that's OK?" She asked over her shoulder.

“Amazing! I’m so hungry - long day,” Charlie agreed. “And I have wine... if you’d like some?” He announced, pulling some wine from his bag.

"I might actually get to drink some this time." She giggled.

Charlie laughed, “What are you insinuating Duffy?”

"Well I never did get any of that bottle you brought round the night Paul was born. What happened to it anyway?" She asked as she served up the food.

“Very good question, I thought I left it here? To be honest that night was a bit of a blur!” Charlie looked genuinely puzzled. “This looks lovely,” He grinned, almost salivating over the meal she had prepared. It looked like she’d really gone to town - fresh herbs sprinkled over the top and everything. He was impressed!

"I haven't found it if you did. I thought you'd maybe downed the lot after you got home to try and blot out what you saw that night!"

He blushed, the memories flooding back to him. “Oh no, something much stronger than wine was needed that night,” He teased.

"Oh thanks!" She pouted, shooting him a mild glare as she put the plates down on the table.

“Hey, Duffy,” He reached for her hand. “It was an honour,” He smiled and tried to reassure her.

"So you didn't have to get totally slaughtered to remove the image of my semi naked body from your mind?" The question was out before she had chance to think it through properly. "Um... I mean..." Her cheeks were bright red.

“Duffy, there would be absolutely no reason why I would need to do that,” He reassured her, interlinking his fingers with hers. “Like I said, it was an absolute honour, I’d do anything to help you, love,” He smiled at her.

"I couldn't have done it without you." She whispered.

“I wouldn’t have been anywhere else,” He leant forward to kiss her cheek.

Duffy blushed again. "You should eat your food before it gets cold."

Charlie didn’t need asking twice, he was starving! He tucked in. “So good!” He mumbled in between mouthfuls.

"I wish the boys showed that much enthusiasm for my cooking!" Duffy chuckled.

“How can they not? You’re an amazing cook!” Charlie complimented.

"Its got green stuff in it."

Charlie laughed out loud, “Is that the measure of a cooked meal then?”

"So it seems." She smiled. She took a sip of her drink. "This is fancy wine!"

“It goes really well with your pasta though, doesn’t it,” He replied, grinning at her. “I seem to be beating you though...” He pointed to his almost empty glass.

"I'm pacing myself, it's been a long time since we last drank wine together."

“Are you scared what might happen?” Charlie asked, remembering clearly what had happened last time they drank together.

"Well given I haven't been able to drink since..."

Charlie looked confused. “Because you’ve been pregnant?”

"Yeh..."

“I didn’t realise that you and Andrew were trying for another baby... I wouldn’t have...” Charlie felt guilty.

"We weren't."

“Okay, happy surprise then I guess,” He remarked, feeling uncomfortable. He didn’t really want to go into Duffy and Andrew’s sex life.

"Let's not sugar-coat the past, you know as well as I do that there was nothing happy about it as far as Andrew was concerned." She replied, her gaze lowering to fix on her food.

Neither of them said anything for some time, this wasn’t turning out like he’d hoped.

When she'd finished her wine she refilled the glass and took a large gulp.

Charlie stretched his arms above his head, his back was sore after his long day at work. “Sooo...” He started, trying to break the ice.

Duffy opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Paul starting to cry upstairs. She sighed.

“I can tidy up?” Charlie suggested, trying to convene his understanding.

"Thanks." She smiled before leaving to head upstairs.

After Duffy had left the room, Charlie exhaled loudly and rubbed his forehead. He felt that he needed to try really hard to turn the evening around when returned. She’d clearly gone to a lot of effort - she looked incredible, the food had been delicious and yet he’d still managed to steer the conversation into an awkward silence. At least he could clear up, so they could relax when she had finished tending to Paul. Charlie downed his glass and set to work clearing the kitchen and table.

When she eventually arrived back downstairs Duffy had Paul in her arms. "He's decided its playtime." She sighed. "Sorry."

Charlie was just finishing wiping down the surfaces in the kitchen, he’d done a great job. Charlie raised his eyebrows, “Ahh, hello little man,” Charlie smiled, seemingly pleased to see Paul but secretly a little disappointed. He reached for Paul.

Paul went happily to Charlie.

"I think he heard your voice and wanted to play." Duffy smiled.

Charlie lifted the little boy high above his head and then back down. “Little man just wanted to join in with the fun, hey.” He was so good with him and Paul seemed to genuinely settle around him.

Duffy picked up their wine glasses and they headed through to the lounge. Charlie placed Paul down on the playmat that was on the floor next to the sofa.

Sitting down next to Paul, he picked up one of his squeaky toys and was making it dance in front of Paul's face. Charlie glanced up and noticed that Duffy was settled on the sofa with her wine, looking at him bemused.

"I'm not going to ask which of you is having more fun there..." She remarked, her lips twitching with amusement.

Charlie felt himself flush a little, embarrassed. He shook it off. “Providing you with some entertainment, if nothing else,” He countered. Paul had wrapped his fingers around Charlie’s and wasn’t letting go.

"I think I have competition when it comes to being entertained by you." She chuckled.

“Maybe?” He replied joking with her.

Duffy's heart swelled as she watched Charlie play with Paul. Eventually the baby started to look sleepy so Charlie picked him up, cuddling him against his chest.

“Shall I try and put him down?” Charlie whispered to Duffy.

"Let him stay there a little longer so he's properly settled or he'll just start screaming the second you put him down in the cot."

“Okay,” He whispered back, gently rocking the baby in his arms. Charlie stood next to the sofa, he really wanted to sit down next to Duffy, but didn’t want to wake Paul. Charlie looked at Duffy, she looked really relaxed on the sofa with her wine.

She smiled as she watched him. She patted the spot next to her on the sofa.

“Oof,” He sat down with a groan, he was stiff and tired after being on his feet all day. It felt good to sit down.

"Long day?" She asked, reaching over to rub her free hand over his calves.

He closed his eyes briefly, nodding. Opening them, he tried to feign a smile. “You know how it is.”

"Yeh. Wanna vent about it?"

“I’d rather forget about it and just spend some time with you.”

"If you're sure?"

“They’ve offered me clinical nurse specialist...” He began.

"Wow! You tempted?"

“Oh I don’t know what I think, if I’m up there with the execs, I can’t be down in the ED can I?”

"That's true. I'll be your eyes and ears in the department again very soon though."

“True, it would give the nursing staff a voice upstairs and I’d still be in the department 9-5 but well... it won’t be like it was, us against the world...”

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get too uppity!" She giggled.

“Thanks, I think,” He laughed.

"I've developed a talent for it over the years."

Charlie looked over at her and smiled, losing himself for a minute. “Oh you have for sure,” He placed his hand on her thigh, leaving it there for a minute.

"And I'll be back before you know it." She smiled.

“Good, I’m missing you!” He grinned. "Can I go and try now?” He motioned to Paul, who was fast asleep. “I’d like to see out the rest of this evening on our own, if that’s okay?”

"OK. Make sure to put him on his back and tuck the blanket under the mattress."

He smiled at her, he loved how she instructed him, even though he knew exactly what to do.

"And check the temperature monitor!" She added as he stepped onto the stairs.

Charlie shook his head to himself. “Don’t worry, I will,” He called back.

Charlie was gone for quite some time and she couldn't hear Paul crying so Duffy decided to creep up the stairs to investigate what was delaying Charlie's return.

Just as Duffy reached the top step, Charlie was leaving the nursery.

"I was starting to think you'd gotten lost." She whispered.

“Just making sure he was comfy,” Charlie replied tenderly. “How are you?” He opened his arms to her.

"I'm ok thanks." She stepped into his embrace. "I might have accidentally finished that wine though..!" She giggled.

“Are you tipsy Lisa Duffin?” He giggled, his eyebrows raised suggestively.

"Maybe a little." She continued to giggle.

“Do I need to catch up with you?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her.

"There's a bottle of whisky in the kitchen if you prefer?"

“Are you coming back downstairs? Or shall I bring it up..?” He didn’t want to take advantage, but things seemed to have taken a turn while he was putting Paul to bed.

"You can go fetch it and bring it back up. You know where everything is."

“Okay...” Charlie tried hard not to run off downstairs like an excited child and played it cool.

Once he had found a glass and the whiskey bottle, he downed some whiskey and then poured some more, adding ice.

Duffy popped her head round the nursery door before heading into her bedroom.

Climbing the stairs, he felt nervous for some reason. “Duffy?” He whispered, trying to locate where she was.

"In here." She replied.

He rolled his eyes, that was typical Duffy. Where was here? Guessing the main bedroom, he pushed open the door.

Duffy was sat on the bed, her legs crossed at the ankles, a refilled wine glass in her hand.

“I got some whiskey,” He announced, holding up his drink as he shut her bedroom door.

"So I see." She giggled.

Charlie took a huge gulp of whiskey and sat on the edge of Duffy’s bed.

"Am I making you nervous or something?"

“No, yes, maybe?” He laughed.

"You're not normally backwards in coming forward..." She giggled.

“I want to get this right, I don’t want to do anything you might regret,” He tried to explain himself. He turned and put his hand on her calf tentatively.

"Always such a gentleman!"

Reaching over, Charlie put his glass on the bedside table. He slowly moved up the bed, so he was next to her and then gently held her head. Bringing it closer to his, her lips so close to his, “Can I kiss you?”

"I thought you'd never ask..."

Softly, their lips barely touching, he gently kissed her. “Mmm you taste of wine.”

She giggled, placing her glass down next to his.

They continued to kiss, Charlie’s hand found itself on her hip. Moving it slowly upwards, he glanced at her to check she was okay.

She ran her fingers through his hair.

Charlie moved his hand higher and began to undo the little buttons at the top of the dress. He was purposely taking his time, kissing her after each button.

She reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Now her dress was open, Charlie brushed his fingers onto her bare skin, across her neck and then lower, touching the top of her breasts.

Duffy let out a moan.

“You’re easily pleased,” He grinned, before beginning to kiss her neck.

"It has been nearly a year..." She admitted.

“Oh I thought it was my incredible skills...” He joked, sucking the skin by her collar bone. His hand now on her thigh.

She relaxed a little more, thankful he hadn't realised the full extent of her verbal slip.

Moving his hand higher up her thigh, he squeezed her bum cheekily. “I think you have too many clothes on...” He giggled.

"It was the only way I had any chance of fitting into this dress."

[itsaboutbee]

The Hero’s Hero (Chapter Four - Don’t Mug Me)

Hi Frens!! So the next chaper is finally finished. This time we have another OC cameo, it’s @ninjagoruinedmylife‘s sibling’s OC Ginny. She’s a bean and I wanted to give her a cameo so here it is!! Once more it was pre-read by Ver and @evelinaonline

I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AND FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED :DD

Title: The Hero’s Hero

Fandom: Ninjago

Word count: 920

Summary: Teddy tries to walk home in peace.

Another day later Teddy once more was finishing work, normal day as usual. She was taking the elevator to the ground level of Borg Tower. Though it stopped on the sixth level and one of her coworkers entered. The young girl was an intern in a completely different part of the company, yet she had already taken a liking to Teddy. Not that Teddy minded, she was happy her coworkers liked her.

“Hello Miss Fay!”, the girl cheerfully greeted.

“Hi Ginny”, Teddy greeted back with a smile.

“How was work?”, Ginny gave a curious look while pressing a button on the elevator panel.

The auburn haired girl turned to her and ran her hand through her hair, “It was normal, nothing special. What about you?”

Ginny frowned: “I dropped another cup of coffee...”

“That doesn't sound to bad! You don't even wanna know how many I dropped!”, Teddy laughed. “Plus I always need help even reaching the cups! I'm not sure which of these is the reason they took me of coffee duty so quickly.”, she playfully shrugged. And with that the elevator door opened on ground level, “Well, I'll see you Ginny!”, Teddy smiled and walked out the elevator.

The intern looked somewhat confused for a second but then quickly spoke as the door closed: “Bye Miss Fay!! Have a nice day!!”

Teddy walked towards the front door of the tower as she fumbled her earbuds out of her bag. She plugged them into her phone and walked outside the door. While she took a left turn she put the first bud in, she walked by a small side-street while trying to put the other one in. Suddenly a voice came out of the side-street “HEY!” and a person stepped out. Teddy immediately jumped and let out a short squeaky scream, she tripped backwards landing on her butt and screeched: “PLEASE DON'T MUG ME AGAIN!!”

The, what she now knew male, person from the side-street looked concerned and spoke: “Wait again? When did you get mugged? Who mugged you?”

The blue eyed girl gave him a confused look and looked him up and down, “Lloyd?”

“Shhhh don't say that so loud!”, Lloyd whisper yelled.

“Why are you wearing a trench-coat and that stupid hat?”, Teddy asked while still sitting on the ground.

The green ninja walked closer and held his hand out to help her up, “To not get noticed. So again when and who mugged you?”

The auburn haired girl grabbed his hand and he helped her up. While patting the dust of her dress she spoke: “It was like two weeks ago and how should I know who mugged me?”, she laughed slightly.

Lloyd frowned, “You should have reported it...”

“I did, it kinda just went nowhere.”, the girl bent down to pick up her phone and headphones. She looked at the device and luckily it wasn't broken. She sighed in relief.

“Oh...”, Lloyd simply stated.

“Why are you here by the way? Need my help again?”, Teddy gave him a curios look while put her phone and headphones in her bag.

“Nope, no need for your help today”, the blond boy straightened his back.

Teddy laughed, “Then why are you here?”

“To find out where you live~”, he grinned and crossed his arms.

The girl looked surprised for a second and then laughed, “Good one! I didn't think the green ninja would be such a jokester.”

Lloyd frowned and knitted his brown together, “I'm not joking...”

Teddy blinked in confusion for a second. “Pardon?”, she shortly asked, still rather confused.

“Well... you said you wouldn't give me your number and then you did, so like I guessed you'd tell me where you live now too?”, the blonde rubbed the back of his neck and awkwardly looked away.

“That's... well... I wasn't going to do that...”, the auburn haired girl said while still trying to make sense of Lloyd's logic.

The green ninja frowned and looked at her, “Why not?”, he questioned. Yet before she could even answer he blurted: “I'm just gonna follow you.”

Teddy had a shocked, almost offended, look on her face when he said that. It took her a second to come up with a proper answer, “What if I won't let you follow me?”

The ninja snorted, “You do realize I could just follow you without your knowledge, right?”

The girl tried to come up with a comeback. She failed, so she just tried to glare at the ninja. She also failed. Her face wasn't really able to make an expression that was actually angry or fierce, so Lloyd just snorted again. “You're- You're really bad at that”, he laughed.

Teddy just pouted and sighed, “Fiiine... you're allowed to follow me...”

The blond laughed more, the girl pouted even more until he gathered himself and spoke again “I'm honoured to be allowed to follow you but can't I just walk with you? So I don't look like a creep in a trench-coat following a pretty girl?”

Teddy's expression softened back to a soft smile, “Yeah... sure you can.”

“Thanks”, Lloyd said with a smile. He waited for Teddy to start walking, but she didn't. “Uhm- Are we gonna...”, he stumbled over his words while motioning in the direction Teddy was walking earlier.

Teddy realized that she should be leading the way and slightly to loudly exclaimed “yEAH”. Lloyd followed her once she actually started walking, and quickly caught up with her. He was easily able to keep pace with the short girl.

[whereiputtheotherstuff]

Requested by @mundane-cup-noodles​ : I was wondering if you could write a Joker x Reader with the prompt "If you keep skipping I will confess my love right here, right now" Feel free to change stuff. LOVE your work btw :)

(Gif not mine but writing is)

Watcha Doing?

"Now are you going to do what Mr J asks?" You say through gritted teeth as you press the pointed end of your heel into the man's foot. Causing him to yell in pain as two of the Joker's goons held him still. The man had stopped paying and doing jobs for the Joker for several months and he was not going to get away with it any longer. He let out a squeaky voice "Yes Miss." Which made you grin victoriously. The joker stared at you with hungry eyes, enjoying the pain that you had caused another. Savouring every time that the man squirmed because of you.

As the goons dragged the man off into another room to 'teach him a lesson' you let out a sigh. "There's nothing quite like the satisfaction of making grown men cry." you giggled and you could see in the corner of your eye, a smile creep on to the Joker's face. You were as sweet as you were terrifying and that was one of the things he adored about you.

It's been just over a year and half since you had moved to Gotham City and started working with the clown prince of crime. From the first day that you met each other, something just clicked and you became Gotham's most famous villainous duo. The Joker was a larger than life character and you felt honoured to have him as your partner in crime and that's all you were to each other. Despite his unpredictable personality, working with the Joker did have its perks. Under his protection, no one could touch you.  However, you did not really know what you were to him. He had girls before but they were no where close to his equal. After working with them for a while, he seemed to get bored of them and they would mysteriously move out of the picture. Perhaps it will be only a matter of time before you also disappeared? Triumphantly you walk out of the building. Dusting off your dress you looked over to the Joker who had an angry expression on his face. As he walked towards you, his bright green hair shone as it caught the sun which streamed in through broken windows.  "Why don't you let me have a little fun next time?" he growled at you.  "Sorry J I just couldn't help myself. Besides, it looked like you were enjoying the view anyway." you laughed, causing a mischievous grin to spread across the Joker's face. He knew that you were right.  "Just get in the car." he ordered as he held the door of his purple sports car open for you. The interior was just as extravagant as the outside of it. Various additional dials were on the dashboard to help improve its speed. 

You liked the rides in the Joker's car as they were usually silent. It gave you time to collect your thoughts and relax a little from the busy lifestyle you led. You glanced over at the Joker, his silver teeth showing through his partially opened mouth, as he concentrated on quickly weaving in and out of traffic. His pale skin covered by his slightly opened shirt which revealed his many tattoos. What were you doing? Perhaps it was better to focus on something else.  The tall skyscrapers that lined the road appeared as brightly lit blurs due to the high speed that you were travelling at. All you could hear was the loud roar of the car's engine and the occasional gasp or scream of people who you drove too close to.

You sighed as you stared out the window. The scenery unrecognisable due to the speed you were going at. Your mind couldn't help but reflect on your current situation. What were you doing? How long could this go on for?  "Problem?" asked the Joker. The sudden sound of his voice made you jump a little.  "Where are we heading now? Making men cower gives me an appetite." you shrug.  "Back to my place doll. Aren't you a lucky lady? I have some paperwork to fill out and a heist to plan for tomorrow. I'll call for someone to bring food." he chuckled.  After finally pulling up and exiting the car you look up at the building in front of you. The exterior looked derelict. After unlocking it the Joker opened the door, squeaking as it did so. The interior could not be more different. Every room was lavishly decorated. Even though you liked the Joker's taste in style, you had to admit that the gold coloured couch was tacky. You stayed at the Joker's place a lot. It was usually the closest place to where ever business had led you during the day, it also meant that the Joker was far easier to contact. Come to think of it, you barely remember what you apartment in central Gotham looked like anymore.  Here the mask could finally be lifted and you could both be more like yourselves.  Lounging on the couch, you finish eating a slice of pizza that had been brought to you. It really did hit the spot. The Joker was sat at his desk, studying a map of Gotham. Little did you know, that he was secretly staring more at you then his plans. The afternoon was quiet. You had already finished reading the book that was hidden under a coffee table and the Joker appeared to be permanently glued to his desk. Staring at him, he almost looked like an ancient statue, his features carved from the whitest marble.   Completely and utterly bored, you start to walk towards the desk. It's time to have a little fun.  "Whatcha doing?" you ask playfully.  "Working" the Joker mumbled as his head remained bent down over the map. You stand behind him, looking at the differing shades of green in his hair.  "Haven't you done enough yet?" you ask, pouting. He slowly shook his head. "These things take time doll." You leant forward so your face was much closer to his.  "Are you sure?" you whispered in his eyes, making an intrigued smirk appear on his face. Though he tried his best to stay serious. Well you thought to yourself, let's see how long he can stay serious for. Leaning in even closer to his face, you gently blow into his ear, causing a shiver to go up his spine. He made a low growling sound.   Unsure if he was going to be angry you backed away from the desk. Out of boredom you decided to see how far this would go. 

Tired from his work and in need of a break, the Joker sat up, leaning back and relaxing in his chair. To his surprise he looked up to see that you were skipping in a circle around him. A confused expression appeared on his face as his piercing eyes followed your movements around the room.  "What are you doing?" he asked whilst trying to keep a serious tone to his voice.  "Skipping" you replied.  "I can see that" he said.  "Then why did he ask?" you giggled. The Joker tried to stifle his laughter caused by your answer the best that he could. 

You continued to skip circles around him as his expression grew more serious.  "Alright can you stop. Very funny, we've both had a laugh ha ha." he said in a low voice.  "Are you going to punish me Mr J? You'll have to catch me first." you laugh. Seeing that you weren't going to give up easily, he starts to mumble under his breath as he continues to watch you.  "Stop." he growls as he starts to get more agitated and a frown appears on his face. He always looked so funny to you when he got angry. However you continue skipping. "And what if I don't?" you ask unsure how much more he could take. 

Suddenly he abruptly stands up, making the chair he was sat on fall over.  "If you keep skipping I will confess my love for you right here, right now!" he yelled.  You stood there motionless staring at him with wide eyes. The Joker's words ringing in your ears. He grimaced as he realised that he had accidentally said his thoughts aloud. His mind working overtime, trying to think of an excuse but it was too late. 

"You lo-" your words were stopped as he leapt forward and covered your mouth with his hand. On the other he raised a finger to his lips before saying "shh". His crystal blue eyes pierced into your own.  A minute or two of silence passed before your body began to shake as you started to laugh. Confused at your reaction, the Joker lifted his hand from your face.  "Well that's one way to get me stop skipping." you giggled. The Joker's expression softened before a mischievous grin spread on his face and began to laugh hysterically before abruptly stopping. 

What the Joker did next was completely unexpected. He swiftly placed his hands on your shoulders, quickly pushing you up against the wall and pinning you there. The whole movement had made you jump in surprise. With a smirk on his face, he made a sound that was similar to cat's purr.  "Who said that I was joking?" he growled before pressing his lips roughly on yours. 

[malecsecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @tmialec!

Happy holidays, darling, and enjoy!

*****

set your heart to a distant countdown

Isabelle was running late, as per usual.

With a dangerously annoyed sigh, Alec looked around at his options. There was an ice cream shop across from him, a clothing store boosting lingerie, a shockingly filthy looking drugstore and a bar where the music was so loud he could hear it from across the street.

No good choices, as per usual. Alec resisted the urge to sink down onto the curb and scream in frustration. His job was killing him, his sister couldn’t keep a schedule if it was the end of the world, and he was tired enough to want to close his eyes and never open them again.

It had been a bad day, a bad week, a bad year—just another time in life where he had drawn the short straw.

Subconsciously, Alec’s eyes drifted to the glowing sign advertising ‘Bane’s Brewery.’ He rarely drank, unless forced into a night out with his siblings, but today, a stiff drink sounded amazing.

Mind made up, Alec moved towards the open door.

...

The bar’s music was oddly satisfying today.

Magnus tilted his head, enjoy the way the glowing lights made the streaks in his hair glow and the glitter on his cheek shine. Beside him, Catarina snorted.

“Vain,” she sing-songed mockingly, kissing his cheek and leaving a bright red lipstick print. “What a coincidence it rhymes with your last name.”

Magnus rolled his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. “Don’t be jealous, dearest Catarina. It doesn’t look good on you.”

“Stop insulting my lady,” Ragnor called from behind the bar.

“Defending my honour, honey?” Catarina batted her eyelashes, swooning dramatically. “Oh, I am a slave to you, my white knight.”

Magnus snorted. “I don’t quite imagine you as a fair maiden, Catarina.”

Catarina pretended to stumble, clutching her heart as if stabbed, and sank to the floor. The patrons of the bar were staring now and Magnus rolled his eyes.

“A little over dramatic,” he commented and grinned when Ragnor rolled his eyes at the hypocrisy. “The people are staring.”

“Let them stare.” Catarina had stood up while he had been distracted by Ragnor and was now leaning on his shoulder, blowing kisses at anyone she made eye contact with. “You, however, don’t quite have my appeal—how is your love life going, sweetie?”

Magnus’s good mood faded almost instantly. “Fine,” he said, his voice guarded.

Catarina’s face softened. “Magnus, it’s been so long since Camille.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Magnus said, taking deep breaths to try to stop himself from snapping at Catarina, or worse. He had thoughts all the wounds from Camille’s betrayal had all closed, but talking about it was rubbing salt in a wound best left in the past and it still stung.

“You need a distraction.” Catarina put her hands on her hips, surveying the bar with an impatient judgement.

“Fuck yes he does,” Ragnor mumbled, taking a swing of his flask. Magnus decided not to comment on how utterly ridiculous it was to have a flask in a bar—Ragnor had his own quirks.

Plus, Magnus had bigger problems to worry about. “I do not need a distraction!”

“Too late,” Catarina said back instantly, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Magnus turned to look in the direction and promptly felt his mouth drop because the most attractive boy he had ever seen was sitting in a corner, looking miserable and drinking whiskey.

“Go give him a lap dance,” Catarina screamed teasingly over the music, wiggling her eyebrows at him, but he wasn’t listening.

The boy had looked up at Catarina’s scream and was now staring at the three of them with a look of horrified amusement.

“I think I’m in love,” Magnus said.

...

Alec had come in for his drink, but was starting to think that the drink was the least important part, compared to the three crazy bartenders.

It has started off just plainly loud—the music, the DJ, the screaming teenagers—and slowly had increased to screaming, flirting so familiar it seemed platonic, and then the girl had pointed straight at Alec.

His face burned. Alec looked down at his phone where another apologetic message from Izzy was flashing:

Sorry Alec, but there’s no way I can get there anytime soon with this traffic :( don’t wait for me.

Alec looked up tiredly and almost fell of his stool in shock. The attractive bartender he had watched just seconds before was standing in front of him, holding two drinks with a cheeky smile.

“Hello there,” the man said smoothly, and Alec felt his mouth go dry at the cheekbones he saw. This man was gorgeous like the models Isabelle worked with, like how a god would look like in the form of a man.

Alec gapped. Words had long since failed him and the silence stretched on to the point where Alec wished the ground could just swallow him.

“H...hi,” Alec sputtered out and the man's face lit up like sunshine.

“I’m Magnus Bane,” he said.

Alec rolled the name on his lips. It felt like heaven and Alec smiled back, trying to keep his racing heart calm.

“Alexander Lightwood.”

Magus was still smiling and he gestured to the chair across from Alec. “I was looking at your drink. Not a fan of anything more interesting?”

Alec was about to shake his head, but Magnus’s eyes seemed cat-like and golden at the moment, boring into his, and he couldn’t say no. “Well, I’ve never really tried anything. But if you do…”

Magnus winked. “I’m just a pretty face usually, but I wouldn’t be opposed to making you something. Ragnor doesn’t appreciate me being behind his bar, but nobody needs to know.”

Alec took a deep breath in a pathetic attempt to calm his racing heart. “Are you not a bartender?” He asked, trying to make his voice flirty instead of squeaky.

“Oh, I am.” Magnus chuckled and Alex felt the sound all the way down to his bones. “But I much prefer entertaining the crowd with Catarina.”

Alec was about to respond, but Magnus grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bar. Ragnor looked up as they approached and started to say something, but was interrupted by Catarina elbowing him in the ribs and winking at Alec, who promptly felt himself blush at her lewdness.

“Ignore them.” Alec turned to look at Magnus who was expertly pouring two drinks with an ease that hinted at him having done this millions of times before. “I love my friends but they can be a little… extra.”

Alec laughed, thinking of Jace, Isabelle, Clary and Lydia. “Trust me, I know all about that. My friends are insane—Jace once tried to fight his school principal at age six, Isabelle would flirt her way out of death, Clary spends more time drawing then breathing and Lydia… well.”

“They sound incredible.” Magnus’s face softened, his golden-green eyes fond. “It’s so rare someone understands what it’s like to have such mad people in your life. However, I am sensing I’m missing a quite delightful story with you and Ms. Lydia.”

Alec shifted uncomfortably. He liked Magnus, liked his kind eyes and loud personality, but he had never meant to mention Lydia. That story was still a scandal, their friendship strong, but reputations ruined.

“It’s not a fun story,” Alec warned.

Magnus shrugged, before passing Alec the drink he had made. It was a duller shade of orange, reminding him of a muted sunset. Alec took one more apprehensive look at the drink before clicking his drink against Magnus’s and swallowing it. The drink tastes fruity until he swallowed and felt a hint of a burn in his stomach.

“I don’t mind,” Magnus said, smiling up at him. “Did you enjoy the drink? I thought it might give you some courage.”

“I loved it.” Alec smiled despite the flush of his cheeks. “Well… Lydia’s and my parents arranged our marriage. Neither of us wanted it—we were barely friends then, and she wanted a career and I… I realized I wasn’t straight then. We were both depressed and when it was asked if there was objections… I spoke. I couldn’t do that to either of us. Her parents wanted her to become a stay-home wife and she didn’t deserve that.”

“Oh Alexander.” Magnus reached over the bar and wrapped his arms around Alec’s neck. The hug was warm and tight and Alec relaxed, soaking up the moment until Magnus pulled back. “What happened?”

For that moment, he felt breathless, like somebody had stole all the air from his lungs and left him falling. Here was Magnus, getting his life story and not laughing, not mocking, not giving that polite and empty smile. This… this was real. There was something there.

“Lydia’s living with my sister and Clary now. She’s happy and she’s working to become a lawyer—to help kids get out of abusive households.” Alec smiled, lost in the memories. Last time he had seen Lydia, she had been spinning around the house with Clary as they sang, loud and offbeat. She had looked so free. “I’m okay too. I don’t talk to my father anymore but mom and I have fixed things.”

“You do seem happy,” Magnus offered, his hand still resting on Alec’s shoulders. “When you talked about the past, you seemed miserable.”

At that moment, Alec felt exposed, like somebody had taken him apart and was waiting for him to put up a wall. But he didn’t want to. He had wanted freedom and love and comfort. He wanted more moments like this, where everything seemed to disappear but him and Magnus.

“Can I have your number?” Alec blurted out and promptly felt like dying. Magnus’s eyebrows had shot up and Alec watched him like a hawk.

“Of course, Alexander.” Magnus beamed up ya him. “Honestly, you look so nervous. I can assure you I am not the type to make everyone I met a sex on the beach.”

Alec yelped, almost falling of his chair as he stared at the drink. “A sex on the beach,” he repeated faintly.

Magnus laughed, opening up his hand. Alec placed his phone inside it and watched as Magnus typed in his number with an easy grace. The time on his phone flashed and Alec sighed. He had to leave. “I’ll call you,” he promised.

“You better,” Magnus said, and pulled down Alec’s head, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Alec felt it everywhere, tingles of electricity that set every part of his body aflame. When Magnus pulled back, he felt like he was missing a part of himself.

“I will,” he promised again and walked away, waving to the other two bartenders. The entire way, he could feel Magnus’s glance on him and when he turned back, Magnus grinned.

He would call, Alec repeated to himself. Despite everything—his past, his history, his life—this was worth a try.