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tellywoodtrash · 4 years ago

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aryan is literalllllllly the fuckin dumbest. zero peripheral vision or gut feels.

lmaoooooooooooo yeah right, i’d like to see you shoot at vansh bhai, aryan. i really wanna see this lololololol.

lo aa bhi gaya vansh. (fuck he looks good in this shirt!!!!!! damn my stupid hormones making me horny for the absolute baaaaaaaaare minimum.)

ANGREEEEEEEEEEEE ZINDA HAIIIIIIIIII BHAGWAAN KA LAAKH LAAKH SHUKAR, MAIN MAHA MRITYUNJAYA JAAP KARWAUNGIIIII ISKE NAAM PAR

vansh [seeing an obviously shot angre]: angre, kya hua???

samosa khaate waqt ketchup kandhe pe gira diya........... DIKH NAHI RAHA HAI KI GOLI LAGI HAI TERE CHUTIYE BHAI KI WAJAAH SE?!?!!?! ANGRE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE THAN A FUCKING RAISE, MY GOD.

plan ke hisaaaaaaaaaab se. god i hate all the men in this show so much. angre honestly, why are you suchhhhhh a chaaatu for vansh’s ootpataaang plans?!?!

anyway long story short, vansh saw aryan spying, went and replaced all of aryan’s bullets with blanks, and sent the sms about riddhima being alive. LMAO DOES THAT MEAN HE ALSO CONNED A COOL 2 CR. OUTTA ARYAN?!?!!?! ASDKSADJLASKDJLKASDJKAS GOOD JOB, VANSHHHHHHHH.

angre like why i had to die for this tho???? oh angre, you sweet summer child. do you know NOTHING about your bhaiyya/bhaabi’s amaaaaaaazing relationship????? you think he’d give up a chance to emotionally manipulate her like this????

how’d the dumbass finalllllllllllllllly figure this is real riddhima tho??? also he has fully made his peace with treating his PREGNANT WIFE this way huh????

ishani/siya having a girly convo about siya’s “date”. ishani’s like “was it sizzling, burning, sensational?”

uhhhhhhhhh siya, if you’re feeling all these things, you should go see a gynaec. sounds like an STI to me.

this is a very creepy convo ishani is leading, about how far siya got with vyom. who wants such specific sexual details from their sister????????

asalkdjlaskjdlaskjdlaskljk ishani is like “men are like goats [....] they’re dumb. and women are powerful.” can’t say i disagree.

anyway this convo is really dumb and cringey and i can’t take it anymore. inke bhaiyya ka chutiyaapa dikhao, instead of this nonsense.

angre is over the moon ki this is riddhima bhaabi itself, unaware that boss is fuming ki uska chutiya kat raha hai.

6 ghante 6 ghante 6 ghante blah blah blah FUCKING OUT WITH IT ALREADY

the only time i like vansh as a person is when he’s smirky over buddhu banaao-ing aryan.

idhar aryan ne aake chugli kar di sabke saamne.

yeh anupriya ka kya hi chakkar hai, idgi. is she fr on vansh’s side now??????

riddhima khud entry maaar rahi, to prove aryan right.

everyone except siya’s reactions are like ugh, this bitch again 😒😒😒

LMAO VANSH/ANGREEEEE LOST RIDDHIMA AND SHE REACHED HOME BY THEN

ouff 10 min of dadi’s mafia queen reactions nonsense now.

lo vansh bhi aa gaya.

ASALKJDLASJDLSKAJDLKSAJDLKSAJDLKSALDKJLAS DADI STANDING ON THE STAIRS PULLING THAT KHAANDANI RIFLE ON HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM LEGIT LOSING IT LMAO.

ALSO ISHAANI IS STANDING BEHIND DADI, FULLY FOR IT. BAGAAAWATTTT KII PYAARI BEHENAA NE!

riddhima trying to interfere to save vansh (why???), and dadi’s like STFU B.

lol vansh playing stone cold stupid, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

he’s spinning yarn after yarn ki “YEH riddhima hai, WOH jisko maara woh humshakal thi. MERA PYAAAAAAAR WOULD NEVER GIVE ANY OF US DHOKAAAAAAAAAAAA.” pftttttttt.

vansh breaking it down for the truuuuuuuuuuuuuly stupid, ki he shot a girl who had riddhima’s face, she was dead, aryan confirmed it. now there’s a riddhima standing in front of all of them. thus............???????

bechaara aryan. bachpan mein thode aur badaam khaata toh shaayad itna bewakoof nahi hota.

lollipop girl is nodding appreciatively at all this drama; she’s honestly the most relatable character here. if i was a houseguest here, main bhi roz roz mazze looot rahi hoti in chutiyon ka.

le aryan ne phir bandook taan di riddhima par, to get her to uglofy the truth. ab toh isko pakka maar padne waali hai. remains to be seen by whom. hoping it’s vansh as per usual, but i shall take dadi also.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RIDDHIMA’S LIKE ARYAN HAD KIDNAPPED ME. OMFG LOLLIPOP LADKI’S EXPRESSION AT THAT. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE WANTS TO BE ADOPTED BY VANSH/RIDDHIMA’S DEVIOUS ASSES.

anyway riddhima flipped the whole damn game and is like dadi, aryan wanted to make you distrust vansh and that’s why he did all this and lmaoooooooo even vansh is a little stunned for a second or two and then jumps in and starts haan mein haan milaao-ing with wifey’s story.

ARYAN LIKE HEIN HEIN HEIN HO KYA RAHA HAI YEH SAB?!!?!?!? HAAAYE BECHAARA. SO SO STUPID HE IS.

riddhima rubbing it in reallllllllll good in front of dadi ki aryan tried to killllllllll meeeeeeeee!!!!! and now aryan’s like bitch imma kill you both istg and got the gun on them.

LOLLIPOP LADKI’S AMAZING FACES LIKE GO ONNNNNNNNN, DOOOOOO ITTTTTTT, I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU DO IT, SIR. LMAO MAN I LOVE HER.

ASLKADJLAKSJDLASKJDLKSAJLDKJSLAKDJLAS DADI’S GOT HER GUN SET ON ARYAN NOW!!!!!!!!!!! honestly, this whole family is just so fucking dysfunctional, there needs to be a wholeass team of mental health specialists monitoring them and writing case reports about them at all times.

vansh trying to talk aryan down and got shot in the arm for it. pehli baar aryan ne zindagi mein kuch sahi kiya hai.

LOLLIPOP GIRL IS HORNY AT THAT ALSO. MAN SHE’S SUCH A WHORE FOR DRAMAAAAAAAAA AND I FULLY RELATE TO IT.

oh goddamnit. he didn’t get shot. coz aryan sucks at aiming, just like he does at everything else.

ASLKJFDSLKJFLSDKJFLDSKJFLKDSJ VANSH STALKED UP TO HIM AND WAS LIKE “TUMHARA NISHAANA HAMESHA SE HI KHARAAB THA” AND GAVE HIM ONE SOLID SOCK TO THE JAW FOR THAT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

someone make rrahul trim his damn beard, that thing is like a foot off his face. there must be whole ass beehives and civilizations inhabiting it.

aryan passing by dadi and is like you’re making a big mistake believing vansh/riddhima and their lying asses. and what did he get for that? one jhaapad from dadi also. lol. just not his dayyyyyyyyyyy, man.

LOLLIPOP GIRL’S SMIRKING AND HAS HER ARMS CROSSED AND I LEGIT ONLY CARE FOR HER REACTION SHOTS IN THIS SHOW NOW, LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE.

oh shit dadi is throwing aryan out the house. does he have anyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy skills to fend for himself outside this place? he’s gonna die in like 15 minutes.

dadi warning vansh ki if aryan’s baat sahi nikli, she gonna murder his and riddhima’s asses too. hey vansh??? now would be a good time to take your 5000 cr. and fuck off outta this crazy house rn.

riddhima can’t stop reliving angre’s death.

vansh’s here and just sooooooooooo cool about it. shouldn’t that tip her off?!?!?!?!

she’s like BITCH WHY ARE YOU SUCH A PSYCHOPATH, YOUR BEST FRIEND IS DEAD AND YOU’RE LIKE MEH????? HE DIED FOR YOU.

ohohohohohohoho ofc, he’s like he didn’t die for ME, he died for YOU. you and your dhoka are why he��s dead. today angre’s dead, tomorrow it’ll be me. waaaaaaaaaaah bhai. amazingggggggggg manipulation only. you should write papers and give TED talks about it, that’s how much of an expert you are at this.

do not tellllllllllllllllllllllllllll me she falls for this shit. pls god do not.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HER BRAIN FINALLY WORKED!!!!!!!!!!! SHE’S LIKE IF ARYAN’S SUCHHHHHHHHHHH A POOR SHOT THAT HE COULDN’T HIT YOU WHEN YOU WERE LIKE 5 FEET AWAY FROM HIM, HOW TF DID HE GET ANGRE RIGHT IN THE FUCKING HEART FROM SO FAR AWAY?????????? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SIS, THIS THE KINDA SHIT I’VE BEEN WANTING TO SEE FROM YOU FOR AGES NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

lol vansh is really pushing on the 6 ghante thing and she’s like ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, i get it now.

toh ofc he has to resort to sexy fuckery and pulls her under the shower to seduce it outta her.

riddhima don’t think with her pussy no more. she’s like you want the truth????/ i gotta confirm some shit first. took the gun (which he’d taken from aryan earlier) and left.

yup she went outside and found a blood ka packet. lolllllllllllllllllll vansh ki khairrrrrrrrrrrr nahi ab.

sopping wet saiyyaan is like what youuuuuuuu doing??? and she pulled the gun on him. bwahahahahaha. sis not so much of an idiot anymore.

LMAO SHE SHOT AT HIMMMMMM AND HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT. I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

she’s like bitch you and your lies and your dhokasssssssssss.

oh dang she fully called out his game, from sending aryan to manipulating her into being guilty for angre’s death. MANNNNNNNN, WHY DIDN’T WE HAVE THIS RIDDHIMA FROM THE FUCKING START????????????

oh now he’s gaslighting her about the dhoka. he’s got some nerve. i swear to god he’s asking to be shot for reals.

she’s like you know what, i woulda told you, but now, after all this fuckery, imma take it to the grave. bwahahahahahhahaha, i love it. exactly what my petty ass would do.

challenge challenge challenge and tashan waala walk-off. lol, what’s the point, tum dono ko jaana toh ek hi kamre mein hai.

ishani’s freaking the fuck out at angre’s haalat. oh damn. she really does love him!!!!

angre’s all mehhh, it’s part of the job, and OMG YES ISHANI IS LOSING HER SHIT AT VANSH BHAI’S CONSTANT CONTROL OF THEIR LIVES!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“tum pehle mere husband ho, phir unke bodyguard!!!!!!!! HE HAS TO UNDERSTAND HIS LIMITS!!!!!!” OMGGG YESSSSSSSSSSS QUEEEEEEEENNNNNN BURN IT ALL TO THE GROUND. LEAVE THIS HOUSE WITH YOUR BOY AND NEVER LOOK BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

idhar riddhima and vansh seem to have made up???? she’s waking him up cheekily, and he’s all “good morning to youuuuu too, my love. 😏😏😏” they fucked in the night, for sho.

he’s like is this love or repentence for yest? and she’s like bitch tf i got to repent for????

lmao the way she’s staring at him as he drinks his coffee makes me think she’s poisoned it. or spat in it, at the very least.

standard pulling and falling and sexy stuff. lol these two are so dysfunctional. constantly trying to sex the other into submission. at least it’s more equal now, than just him making all the moves.

yeah, she’s doing all this shit to protect him from some shit FOR SURE. ugh yaaaaar. oh well, at least she got some chracter development outta it.

lol he got mad at her for not melting at his do takke ka seduction. son, you thought a bloody forehead kiss was enough? we’re not saying SHIT for less than 3 orgasms.

riddhima cooolyyyy regarding jeeta-jaata chalta-phirta angre, who thankfully has some sharam for his actions.

she’s like don’t worry, i’m not mad at you, i know vansh put you up to it; and he’s like yeah you know i have zero self respect when it comes to vansh bhai. he says jump, i ask how high.

and she’s like you’re your own person dude. and i hope you’ll one day realize that and do what you think is right, not just what vansh tells you to. DUDE I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY DIDN’T GIVE US THIS RIDDHIMA TILL NOW.

asdkljlaskjdlaskjdlaskjdlaksjdlkasj vansh speaking chinese was really not necessary but....... lol ok.

wtf even is this black box, dude?????? like.............. you know what, idec anymore. nothing in this show is worth wasting brain cells over.

snort, vansh assures his shady business friends that the black box is in safe hands, and instantly riddhima comes and picks it up from the table.

some sultry talk about love and war as they keep taking the box from each other. lol man you’re both so fucking lame.

anyway he put it in the safe and is being patronizing to her, and she’s like be careful at how you play this........ “kahin meri dukhti ragg pe haath na lag jaaye....” OH DAMN. DUDE. I THINK SHE’S LOST THE BABY OR SOMETHING. IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING THAT’S HURT HER MASSIVELY TO BRING ABOUT SUCH A DRASTIC CHANGE (OTHER THAN THE SHOW MOVING FROM TV TO ONLINE)

asldkjsaldjlskadjlksadjlksajd she’s threatening to tell dadi that he played this whole farce in front of her and he’s like U WOT MATEEEE

anyway both of them smilingly fucking each other up about 6 ghante ka raaz and how the other one will lose. man, y’all need SO MUCH THERAPY.

riddhima’s here talking to stupid shunya fucker; and he’s just laughing and talking about his stupid saxophone.

he’s all only the two of us know about this deal we have, no one else in the worldddddddddd knows......

and she’s like actually................................. there’s a third person.

cut to: MY DIL JAAN JIGAR KA TUDKA KABIR, STILL IN CHAINS, SCREAMING RIDDHIMA’S NAME, AND GROWLING ABOUT HOW VANSH WILL KILL HER WHEN HE FINDS OUT HER SECRET.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy. why did she have to tell vyom that kabir knows? now vyom’s gonna try and kill kabir for sure and i want the reverse to happen!!!!!!!! please god gimme some #kava love where vansh saves kabir from vyom to make up for that one time kabir saved his life from chang!!!!!! i just want my two boys together!!!!!!!!!

precap: same old chutiyapa. vansh got her fingerprints off a glass to open her phone; she tries to steal the black box from his secret room and he catches her. abbe yaaaaaaaaaaaaar.

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fics-for-my-heart · 4 years ago

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Newbie (s.s) p.2

Summery: Starting a new school with the ability to see that someone is supernatural takes a crazy turn

Word Count: 5720

Warning: someone gets taken, talk of blood, talk of torture

A/N: Woah this got out of hand. I wasn’t expecting this to take so long, and to be this long either. I hope the ending doesn’t come off as rushed. I kinda enjoyed this and if anyone wants, I could do another part? I’d need some ideas for monsters though! Hope you enjoy

Part One Part Two

Masterlist

You spent every day after school with Stiles and the pack in the week since your trip to Sunnydale. Stiles had insisted on taking you home after school, or picking you up whenever there was a potential lead. Stating that it would be faster to show you than to hope you didn’t get lost. You’d rolled your eyes, but secretly you didn’t mind being driven around. Plus, Stiles was cute, so that may have been another reason.

Argent and Derek had taken over most of the actual searching. Scott joined them most nights, but the rest of you had been tasked with connections and trying to determine who the skincrawler currently was. Which was proving difficult. You couldn’t do much without the identification of the skinned body, and you hadn’t been able to find anyone with the grey colored aura.

“We got an ID on the last body.” Sheriff Stlinski announced as he and Parish walked into Scott’s kitchen. Stiles grabbed the file folder from his dad, immediately shifting through the new information.

“We also think the church connection was the start. But it turns out that there’s also a family connection.” Parish added. “The first three victim went to the same church, but the fourth is related to the second and third.”

“It’ll stay with the family.” You sighed. “Once it finds easy prey like that it’ll stay. Who is it?”

“Stephan Milligan?” Stiles looked around the room. "Anyone know him?"

Heads shook, shoulders shrugged, then Mason, Liam's best friend, spoke up. "Yeah, he was in my math class." He turned his phone around to show a photo of an innocent looking kid. "He said something a few weeks ago about his aunt being sick. I didn't think anything of him not being in class."

Sheriff Stlinski nodded. "His aunt was the second victim. His cousin was the third."

"It's probably trying to keep a low profile." You said, thinking back to something Willow had told you before you left. "The resurrection ritual needs to be done just right to work. If anything goes wrong, or something interferes, then everything could go wrong. Most of the time they try to put themselves in the lives of whoever they have taken over. But because this one is trying to do this ritual it’s definitely not going to try and be noticed.”

"It's doing a poor job then." Stiles said, he was still looking over the files. "It's just leaving the bodies around in the open, like it wants to get caught."

"I can't figure that part out. Normally they are discreet. Unless it's part of the ritual or something." You pulled your phone out to text Buffy and Willow.

"Mason, can you send everyone that photo. It'll help knowing who we are looking for." Scott asked, before he could say anything else everyone's phones vibrated. "Thanks. I'm going to go out tonight with Derek and see if we can maybe track his scent." He looked at you. "Do you think that will work?"

"Honestly, not sure. The only other werewolf I know wasn't around when this was going on. But it wouldn't hurt to try."

After a bit more planning, with Malia agreeing to go with Scott, and Lydia going with Mason and Liam to see if she can pick up on anything from Stephans locker, you all called it a night. Per the new norm, Stiles took you home, he was silent almost the entire way. His brows pinched as he worked his lip. You’d picked up on this being his tell that his mind was racing.

"What's going on up there?" You asked, tapping his forehead.

He startled, glancing at you a moment before looking back at the road. "It's bothering me."

You waited for him to finish, but he grew quiet agan. "What is?"

He pursed his lips. "This thing, it's not being stealthy. I can't shake the feeling that it wants us to find these people. Wants us to find it. Something just isn't sitting right with me." He put the Jeep in park in your driveway, then turned to face you.

"It's not sitting right with me either. I texted Buffy and Willow, but they haven't gotten back to me. We still have a few days before it attacks again."

"That's what worries me."

"Me too. But, with everyone on the lookout now, I'm sure we will find it before it takes another person." You grabbed your bag, looking back at him. "Try and get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

He looked at you a moment before smiling softly. "Goodnight."He waited for you to get in your door before leaving, and you waited for his tail lights to disappear before closing the door.

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"Alright class," Mrs. Hopkins started handing papers out, speaking as she went. "I want you to pick a partner, and go over this assignment. We are about to start The Crucible. I want you and your partner to pick a character and write a character Analysis on them. This project will be done over the next couple of weeks but I want you to pick the character now. And no you can’t change it. Get started." She waved her hands, then returned to her desk.

Stiles immediately moved his desk against yours, blocking you in.

"Howdy, partner." He winked.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Who said I wanted to work with you?"

His hand went to his chest in fake offence. "Unbelievable. I thought we had something building here."

Your cheeks warmed, you knew he was joking, but you really had been growing some feelings for him. You grabbed his desk as he tried to pull away. "I'm kidding."

"I know. I just like messing with you. So, witch trials." He leaned on his hand, his fingers covering his lips as he looked at you.

"Ridiculous. And barbaric. Witches weren't even seen as being bad till some crazy dude was convinced one of the local witches cursed his horses. Then it was 'she made me ugly' and 'my crops died because of that hag'. And the tests? Who the hell even thought of them?"

Stiles had a smile on his face, his brows slightly raised.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, but it's kinda cute when you get all defensive over something you care about."

You rolled your eyes again before picking up your pen and getting started on the assignment.

The rest of the day went by quick, and before you knew it you were sitting in the Jeep waiting on Stiles. You'd been waiting a bit so when someone tapped on the window you jumped.

"Sorry." Liam cringed when you rolled the window down. "Scott told me to meet him here. Said there was some news?"

You shrugged, moving to the back of the Jeep so he could get in. The two of you talked for a bit before you saw Stiles and Scott coming out of the school. Their heads were close as they made their way to the car. Although the colors around Stiles were slightly muted, Scotts glowed like a light blue fire around him when the sun hit just right. You had become hyper aware of the auras to try and locate the skincrawler, you hadn't had much luck. You'd been working a few hours a day with whoever from the pack was available to try and hone in on making the colors appear more vivid. It had helped, but you hadn't had any luck locating the grey aura. But, you did notice that the colors around Stiles wern’t nearly as vivid as you had first thought. You also hadn't brought it up to him yet. It never felt like the right time, and you wanted to try and figure it out before springing it on him.

"Hey." Stiles said when he climbed into the driver's seat. "Ready to hear some good news?"

"Always." You responded, turning your attention to Scott who was leaning in the window.

"Argent thinks they may have found where the skincrawler is hiding."

"Let me guess, a really old crypt?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. Him and Parrish found one that had the door busted open and there were some clothes and stuff. They aren't 100% sure if it's the skincrawler, but they set up some cameras to watch it.”

"What is it with bad supernaturals and crypts?" You groaned. The boys laughed. "I'm serious. I've gone on patrols with Buffy and I can't tell you how many times we have cleared out crypts. That's where we took out the group of skincrawlers. It's weird. Plus they are always full of spiders." You shivered. Just the thought of spiders made you get creepy crawly feelings.

Liam spun around in his seat. "Wait a second. You've encountered actual demons, but spiders scare you?" His face was dead serious for a moment before he busted out laughing. "That's so fun..ow!" He reached for his arm. "What was that for?" He asked Stiles who was shaking his fist out.

"Get out of the Jeep if you're going to make fun of Y/N." His face was deadly serious as he eyed the young wolf who could easily whoop his ass.

"Oh stop." You laughed, covering Stiles' face with your hand. "Don't try and intimidate the wolf."

Liam stuck his tongue out as Scott pulled the door open and grabbed him by his shirt. "Alright, we don't need either of you crying later." He was already dragging Liam away from the jeep. "I'll catch up with you guys tonight." He waved bye and gently bumped into Liam as they both walked off.

You flopped yourself down into the passenger seat, taking a moment to look at Stiles as he fiddled with the sheriff department scanner. It surprised you that in a little over a week you had become close with everyone. Lydia and Malia had already talked you into girls night, and the boys kept an eye out for you just like they did each other. It was nice considering the seriousness of the situation in which you came into their lives. After losing the one person outside of family who understood and didn't judge you, you put up a wall. But these people, this pack that welcomed you with the understanding that being a little different isn't a bad thing, had slowly poked hole in that wall.

You pulled yourself from your thoughts, eyes focusing on the multicolored boy at your side. "Feeeeeeed me, Stilinski."

He turned to look at you, a smirk on his face. "Dude, I gave you my mini muffin pack like an hour ago."

"I'll have you know I've been working very hard in that hour and now need more food if I'm to have the energy to start this project early."

He rolled his eyes with a laugh as he started the Jeep. He didn't even have to ask you where you wanted to go as he headed in the direction of the local sushi place.

Thirty minutes later the two of you were sitting at the dining room table, the book for class and an ungodly amount of sushi between you both.

"I think we should go with Reverend Hale." You suggest, popping a piece of sushi in your mouth.

Stiles shrugged, looking up from his phone. "Sure, he seems like might be a bit of a complex character."

You look at him a moment, then look at his phone and back up at him. "Did you google it?" He slapped his phone face down, stuffing a piece of sushi in his mouth. "Oh my god, you did!" You reach for his phone and he pulls it back to him.

"Noh!" He laughs, his mouth still full.

"Ew. I know it's seafood, Stilinski but I don't need to see your food!"

He laughed harder, opening his mouth wider as your hand tried to close it.

Then there's a knock at the door and you both freeze. Stiles quickly swallowed the food.

"Were you expecting someone?" You shake your head. "Hold on, I'll get it." You follow behind him as he looks through the peephole then sighed with relief as he unlocks the door. "Hi Willow."

"Oh, hello! Sorry to just pop in like this."

"Wil!" You jump around Stiles and hug her. "What are you doing here? Everything okay?"

"Yes. Yes Everything is fine." She said, coming further into the house. "I brought you some protective charms, even though most of you won't need them, I feel a bit more comfortable knowing you have an extra layer of protection." She passed you the charm necklaces, they were subtle, looking like any normal necklace, but you could feel the slight hum from the protection spell. "Also. A slightly selfish reason." She glanced over at Stiles. " I was wondering if it would be possible for me to see The Nemeton."

"Uh." Stiles looks at you, then back at Willow. "I, uh, let me call Argent. He might be available to take you." He stepped into the kitchen as you and Willow sat on the couch.

"How's the search going?" She asked, taking your hand to trace your palm.

"They think they found where it's hiding, and who it is wearing. But nothing solid yet."

"How are you doing?"

You rested your head on her shoulder, relaxing a bit as her finger gently traced the lines of your hand. "I'm making it. Knowing it's out there is pretty scary though. I just keep thinking back on what happened last time." You grow quite a moment, deciding to tell her something you hadn't shared with anyone else. "I've been having nightmares." Her finger traces up and back down your finger. "I'm back at the crypt, and that, thing, is wearing Alice's face. Taunting me. It's like I'm reliving that night all over again. I wake up and I can't breath. I've never been so scared of anything before."

Willow laid her cheek on your head. "The protection charm will help with those. And you know I'll always answer my phone."

You snuggled deeper into her, feeling the comfort from something you use to do as a kid. "Thanks, Wil."

Before she could say anything more, Stiles came back, the tips of his ears were slightly pink, and he looked worried. "Sorry, uh, Argent said he would meet us in the woods and take you to The Nemeton." He seemed nervous about something and you made note to ask him later.

The three of you piled into the Jeep, but you could feel the nervous energy coming off of Stiles. By the time he parked the jeep he was practically vibrating with it. Argent was already at the gate waiting.

You opened the door, looking back at Stiles who had both hands on the wheel. "You coming?"

"No."

"Oh. Okay." You slipped out of the jeep, leading Willow to Argent. "Chris Argent, this is Willow Rosenburg. One of my aunts from Sunnydale."

"Nice to meet you." He said, shaking her hand. "Ready? It's a bit of a hike."

Willow smiled with a nod. "You coming with us?" She asked.

You looked back at the jeep. "No, I think I'm going to go check on Stiles."

"Good idea. He's got a past with this area of the woods, so he might need someone with him." Argent said, his brows pinched with worry as he looked at the jeep.

"Be safe." You called, watching them walk into the woods. When you turned around, Stiles was staring blankly after them. His hands were still gripping the steering wheel. He didn't even move when you climbed in. "You okay?" You whispered, there was worry growing in the pit of your stomach, you hadn't seen him so quiet before.

"Fine. Yea. Good." He stammered, his hands released the wheel and he rubbed them on his pants. Then he signed, as if he was trying to push out the unwelcome feelings. "Two years ago, Scott, Allison, Chris's daughter, and I performed a Druid ritual. We submerge ourselves in ice water to slow our hearts down so we could find our parents who had been kidnaped by this psycho teacher. But doing that we supercharged The Nemeton. We also lost a piece of ourselves. It also left us vulnerable." He cleared his throat, running his hand across his jaw. "I got possessed.”

Your eyes grew wide, there was a shiny spot down Stiles cheek where he had a tear slip. Your hand moved to his, your palm on the back of his, fingers weaved between his.

“At first I didn’t know what was happening. But things got really bad.” His fingers tightened around yours for a bit. “It was a Nogitsune. And it thrived off the chaos it created. Scott and Lydia were able to separate us, but shit just got worse. Allison. She died.” He was crying now, his breathing going heavy. “The thing still had my face. Had control over these demon warriors. It all started with this damn stump.”

You reached over, wiping at his cheek gently. “Hey, that’s all over now. But it explains a lot.” He finally looked at you, brows pinched. “You have this residual glow around you. That’s why I thought you were supernatural. It’s all these different colors at once, but now that my sight is stronger, I realize that it’s so muted that it takes just the right light to see.”

He dropped his head back to the head rest, his fingers still gripped yours. “I knew I’d never really be rid of it. I still have nightmares about the stuff it did, the stuff it made me do.”

“Willow said the protection charm will help with nightmares. I’ve, I’ve been having them too. About the skincrawlers. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner about the aura.”

Stiles looked at you, his eyes still shiny from the tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about being possessed. I try to not think about it much. But I don’t think I’ve had a chance to actually process a lot of it.”

“I’m here for you if you ever need to talk about it. I promise I won’t judge. I’ve experienced some crazy stuff and I know how it feels to feel like you don’t have anyone to talk to.”

He smiled, lightly squeezing your fingers again. Before anything more could be said there was a tapping on your window. You yelped, practically jumping into Stiles’ lap, his hands grabbing your waist. Willow and Chris were outside the window laughing so hard they had to hold each other up.

“That was so rude!” You yelled, trying hard to calm your heart.

“Maybe, but that was too funny.” Willow gasped as she opened the door. She looked back at Chris. “Thank you for showing me that. I think I’ve got what I need if you guys are ready to go.”

Stiles, with his hands still on your waist, helped you into the backseat as Will got in the Jeep. Chris spoke a moment to Stiles before heading to his car and following you out of the woods.

——

Two days later, Lydia and Malia decided that you all needed some time away from the boys and drove to the mall right after school. The three of you were currently enjoying milkshakes in the food court.

"You were right." You laughed as you wiped at your mouth. "Some time away from the boys was exactly what we needed."

"We should make this a regular thing." Lydia said as she pouted at her empty milkshake. "Although, I'm surprised Stiles let you out of his sight."

You flicked a straw wrapper at her, "Oh stop it."

Malia nodded in agreement with Lydia before her eyes focused on something behind you. Lydia also froze her eyes wide as she searched around the food court.

"Something is here." She whispered.

Malia silently pointed and you turned to follow her finger. Your heart stopped when you saw the grey aura around the kid whose picture you had memorized. He was walking slow, but not drawing attention to himself. Someone stopped to talk to him, patted his shoulder and walked off as he turned down another wing of the mall.

"Call Scott," You told Malia, "I'll call Stiles." You jumped up.

Lydia grabbed your arm. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to follow it." You replied, pulling your arm free and hitting Stiles' name on your phone.

"Y/N!" Lydia called after you, frantically pulling out her phone. But you were already heading down the wing after Stephan, phone pressed to your ear.

"Y/N! How's the mall?" Stiles asked the moment he picked up.

"We found him. Stephan. I'm following him right now at the mall." You kept your voice down, as you walked around people, keeping your eyes on the grey aura.

"What? What do you mean you're following him? Y/N don't do that. I'm on my way there." You could hear his keys jingling and the sound of a door. "Stay where you are."

"No. We can't lose him. This is the first we have seen of him. I can at least follow him to wherever he is going." You were nearing the exit, still watching Stephan as he pushed the door open. You could hear the jeep starting up. "He's leaving the mall right now."

"I'm serious, Y/N don't follow him. Please." Stiles' voice was full of panic, but you were slightly irritated he was trying to tell you what to do.

"No. We need to know where he is going. He might have found another person to take." You stepped out into the sunlight, squinting as you looked around. "Damn. I think I lost him."

"Go back inside. I'm almost there."

"I'm just going to do a quick walk around the parking lot. Call me when you get here." You pulled the phone away before you would hear his response. Sliding it in your pocket as you slowly walked towards the lot. After ten minutes with no luck, you turned around to head back, spotting Stiles pulling into the front of the mall. That was the last thing you remembered before everything went black

---

Your head was pounding. Your ears were ringing, and your mouth tasted like blood. As you opened your eyes, the light in the room was blinding. You quickly assessed yourself. Your hands were bound behind you, your feet tied to the legs of the chair you were sitting in, but no bones seemed to be broken.

"Ah, she's awake." A soft voice filled the quiet room, foot steps shuffled across the floor. "I was worried I hit you too hard." A finger touched your cheek and you tried to jump back. "Now, now. This will all go easier if you just sit still."

Your eyes finally adjusted, bringing the face of the voice into focus. It was Stephan. Well, the skincrawler. His eyes were black pits behind the glasses, there was a stench of death on his breath. "Go to hell." Your voice cracked.

"Is that any way to greet an old friend?"

"You're not my friend."

He circled around you, his finger dragging across your shoulders. "Oh, but I was once, wasn't I? Alice was quite fun to be, even though it was short lived." He laughed at his own joke. Stopping when he got in front of you again.

"What do you want from me? To use me as a resurrection sacrifice?" You twisted your wrist and pulled at your feet trying to get out of the rope.

He tisked at you. "No point in that now, you won't get out. And no. It's a funny story actually. Here I was, minding my business, becoming new people, and preparing to resurrect my family, when I saw you. Walking around here like nothing happened." His fist slammed into the wall. "Something happened! You killed my family!" The yell echoed in the small room.

"And you killed my friend, and many others! You had people locked in cages for your own fun!"

"I was going to ignore the fact you were here. That pack had no idea what or who I was. I thought maybe I could finish this, get my family back, and we would come back for you. But my need for revenge is too strong. I think I'll have some fun with you before though." He turned around and pulled the sheet off a table full of tools. "Which one first?"

The table was full of different knives and blades. The little light in the room reflected off the metal as he picked them up, examining them. “Eeny meeny miny moe.” He turned around with one pointed at you, taking slow steps your way. “I’ve been dreaming of this. But not that that I have you, I’m not sure where to start.”

“How about you start by backing away.” A voice called from the door. You both turned to see Stiles standing in the door with his bat.

“Ah, yes. So glad you could join us Stilinski. Where is the rest of your pack?”

Stiles didn’t move from the door as he answered. “They aren’t coming.”

You gasped, choking a bit. But, as Stephen turned to look at you, laughing, Stiles winked, and you almost sighed in relief.

“What a shame, poor Y/N probably thought they would come save her.” The cold metal touching your cheek made you shiver.

Suddenly, there was a thwack sound, and Stephen fell away from you cursing. Stiles was behind it, bat in the air ready to swing again. Before he could though, Stephen also had a hold of the bat, having jumped back up much faster then expected. The two struggled for it as you struggled against the ropes at your wrist again.

Just as you thought Stiles had the upper hand, Stephen drew his head back, smashing it into Stiles face as hard as it could. A sob racked your body and everything seemed to slow as Stiles fell back onto the ground.

“STILES!” You screamed, trying once again to break free from the chair. Your vision blurred as you failed to make it to his side. “Stiles get up!”

A foot nudged at his shoulder, sending him to his back, but he still didn’t stir. “What a pity. I was hoping to have more fun with him.” He leaned down and sniffed at him. “Ugh and I can’t even take his skin?” With a sigh, Stephen turned back to you, “Now, where was I? Ah yes, I was just about to torture you.” A sinister grin spread across his face. Before he could get any closer, a flash knocked him out of the way.

“Get them out of here!” Scott called out, his face was morphed into a wolf as he turned to slam a fist into Stephens face.

Hands were on your wrist as Liam tried to untie you. “I can’t get the ropes.” He huffed. “Don’t move, I have to use my claws.”

You could feel them slowly giving and were able to wiggle out as he quickly cut the ones at your ankles. Chris and Malia had already lifted an unconscious Stiles up and were making their way to the door. Before you could even get up, Liam had you in his arms running after them. The last thing you saw was Parish on fire and Lydia taking a deep breath. You kept your arms around Liam as the fresh air hit your face, Lydia’s scream was painful, you could only imagine how hard it was on the others.

The moment Liam sat you on the ground you were racing towards Stiles who was laid on the grass, still knocked out.

“He should be fine.” Chris said, letting out a relieved breath, pressing sand gauze to the cut on Stiles’ brow. “Melissa is on her way with his dad. He is breathing and his heart rate is normal.”

You gently ran your fingers over his cheek, your eyes moving to watch his chest move before whispering. “What happened?”

“Stiles saw you get taken.” Malia answered, sitting next to you as Chris and Liam moved to the other side. “He had called me the moment you hung up on him. And the moment he saw you taken he followed Stephen here. We weren’t far behind him, and we told him to wait for us, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked, your hand moved down his arm to trace his fingers. “I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have followed him.”

Malia rested a hand on your leg just as Scott spoke. “We’ve all done something we probably shouldn’t have. But what’s important is that you're both fine, and the thing is dead.” He helped Parish sit on the grass as he assessed everyone else.

You wiped some tears from your cheek. “How?”

“Once everyone was out of the room, Lydia used her scream to disorient him, and Parish wrapped him up in a fire hug. He is now a little dusty.” His eyes landed on you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “As good as I can be.” You looked down at Stiles, “I just wish he would wake up.”

Scott nodded at your wrist. “Have my mom take a look at those. And don’t worry, I’ve been listening to his heartbeat since I got out here. He’s already conscious.”

Your head snapped around just as Stiles squeezed your hand. His eyes slowly opened. You immediately threw yourself on him, sticking your face in his neck. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” You cried.

Slowly his arm wrapped around you, his lips pressing into the side of your head. “No need to apologize. I’ll always save you.”

“Actually I sav….ow!” Liam squeaked, you could feel Stiles flipping him off.

You sat up, helping him slowly to a sitting position. “If I had listened you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

He squeezed the hand he was still holding. “I heard what he said, he would have gotten you one way or another. Just next time, please wait for me before you go following a supernatural.” He brought your hand up to his lips, gently pressing it against them as Melissa and Sheriff Stlinski pulled up.

“Okay,” Melissa called out, a first aid kit in hand. “Who am I patching up tonight?”

———

“Can you pass me that water?” Stiles asked, turning his head on his pillow to face the water that was directly beside him.

It had been almost two weeks since everything went down. The bruises on you both had faded to a gross green, your wrists still hurt, but the ointment Melissa gave you helped. Stiles on the other hand, was milking the fact that he had a mild concussion.

“It’s right there.” You groaned from his desk. He’d been having you do so much for him. Even though you complained every time, you still did it, trying to prove how thankful you were for everything he did.

Stiles stuck his lower lip out. “But it’s too far, please?”

“Fine.” You dropped your pen in the book and crossed the room. “You’re so needy.”

“Hey, who has been helping you change your bandages.” He cocked a brow. He was right, he had been reminding you and helping the bandaged on your wrist and ankles.

“Drink your water.”

After a few sips his head fell back on to the pillow, his brown eyes scanning your face. “How are you?”

“Fine.” You said, he asked everyday, sometimes two or three times. You set the water back down. His hand gently grabbed the middle of your arm, pulling you closer.

“I’m so sick of hearing ‘fine’. I can see it in your eyes that you aren’t. Shit, I’m not even fine.” He tugged your arm again and you looked up. “I’m serious. Every time I close my eyes that night replays differently. Sometimes I show up and you’re all bloody and barely there. Others the Jeep wont go and my legs don’t work and I can’t get to you, but I can hear you screaming.”

“Why don’t you wear the protection charm?” You glanced at it on his bedside table.

His hand moved to lace his fingers in yours. Something else he had been doing a lot lately. Any chance he could he would grab your hand, holding it just tight enough that there was an empty feeling when he would let go.

“Punishment.” A deep breath. “I should have done more. Gotten there faster. Something.”

Your heart broke at the pain in his voice. “You did enough. You came, you brought the others. You made sure I knew I wasn’t left alone.” You glanced back at the charm. “I can’t be too irritated about the charm, I’ve not been wearing mine either. My dreams have been similar to yours. But you don’t wake up, or you never come. When I wake up I have to remind myself that everyone is okay. That you all came. That I’m out, and that thing is finally gone.”

“Hey.” Stiles tugged your hand, causing you to fall into his arms. “I told you that night and I meant it. I’ll always be there.”

Your head fell to his chest, letting him hold you for a bit. His heart beat, though slightly fast, was a reminder that he did wake up and was fine.

“Y/N?” He broke the silence again, causing you to look up at him, almost nose to nose. “I’m going to do something that I’ve been thinking about since I saw you get taken.”

“Stiles. If you don’t kiss me I might scream.” You whispered, your heartbeat now matching his.

And he did it. He pressed his lips against your gently, his hand holding your head in place as you pushed yourself up a bit more. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and stars twinkled behind your eyes. But he pulled away all too quickly, resting his forehead against yours.

“Woah.”

“I almost did that the moment I knew you were awake that night.” You laughed, gently touching your nose to his. “But I was worried you might have had something wrong and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I promise, you could never hurt me.” And he kissed you again, and again, and again.

#stiles teen wolf #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fic #stiles x you #dylan o’brien #dylan obrien

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basicjetsetter · 5 years ago

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At the End of the Day (I)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: Lil Fluff, Lotta Angst, Language, Violence – an extremely violent scene, might not be suitable for some, don’t continue to read if it triggers you.

Summary: All Bucky wants to do is protect his family and keep them happy, keep them safe. But no matter what he does, danger hunts him down and makes his life a living hell. It has a name. Baron Zemo.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Bucky. I hope y’all love it as much as I do. If you want, you can listen to Sometimes by H.E.R. The fic isn’t inspired by the song, but I felt like it fit. (Gif not mine, all credit to its creator). Also I apologize if the translation is wrong. Happy Reading!!

Part II

Bucky had it all planned out.

Race out of the debriefing room as soon as the meeting adjourned, jump into his car, still grimy and clothed in tactical gear, and gun it to his house to get there in time for dinner. For the most part, the plan was successful. He left the Compound at 3:45 p.m. and made it to the driveway by 5:50. The clock on the dash reads 6:18. He can’t get out of the car. Every time he attempts to unfasten the seatbelt his muscles lock up until he caves under the exhaustion.

Missions never take this much of a toll on his body, but to be fair, he did hurl himself out of a ten-story building like an idiot. He remembered how the world outside swayed, remembered hearing Sam shout into the coms, telling him that everyone was safely out and that he needed to get out too. There was nothing else they could do.

The floor underneath his boots shuddered. Stairs were out of the question and there was no time for Sam to figure out which side of the building Bucky was in. So he jumped.

By now he’d thought he’d be used to imminent death. After all, it came with the job. And yet this knowledge didn’t keep him from squeezing his eyes shut and holding his breath until his lungs cried for air. It didn’t help his hammering heart or the tight clench of his gut as he plummeted to meet the concrete.

Everything had gone a bit fuzzy afterward. A lot of people rushed in to see if he was still alive. He thought he saw a familiar face, but chalked it up to be a trick of the light. Sam and Wanda hovered over him, repeatedly asking if he could hear them and if he was alright. Nothing hurt too bad. He somehow managed to rotate enough so his left side took most of the impact. His head hurt like a son of a bitch, though, and his mouth tasted metallic and felt like sandpaper.

Medics pawed at him the entire way back to the Compound, checking his vitals, shining bright lights in his eyes to rule out concussions. One of them suggested he be left in their care for the night.

What he needed was a goddamn aspirin and a nap. If he let them hook him up to all those machines, he’d be stuck in there for… Christ knows how long. Hours? Days?

Bucky just wanted to go home to his girls.

Instead of listening to the docs advising him to do such and such, he thought of you seeing him like this, bruised from head to toe, covered in rubble and blood. You’d seen him look worse, but every time he came in with even a cut you worried at your bottom lip and a small crease of a frown darkened your features. But he knew you’d be relieved to have him at home in one piece.

So he disregarded their caution. Within 48 hours he’d be right as rain. The perks of being a souped-up solider, he thought ruefully.

Only one good came out of this mess. Bumblebee is going to go through the roof with excitement. He can hear her screams now, “No way! That’s so cool! Mama! Mama! Did ya hear that? Daddy jumped out of a building!”

6:32 p.m.

He wouldn’t be able to tell her anything if he couldn’t haul his ass out of the car.

Bucky groaned as he grabbed hold of his canvas bag and slung it over his shoulder, then kicked the door of the Jeep open. He gingerly climbed out, whimpering with each movement. He shouldn’t have sat in there for so long. All his muscles are stiff as a starched shirt. He leaned against the car door to close it.

As Bucky limped up to the front door he heard the sounds of Bumblebee and Tater, their golden retriever puppy, running around and you laughing as Bumblebee huffed in frustration, “Give me back my shoe, Tater!”

The corners of Bucky’s mouth curved into a large grin despite his crushing headache. He put his key in the lock and frowned when it didn’t click. Already open. Sighing deeply, he twisted the knob and pushed open the door. Scampering feet ran out of the kitchen into the foyer. “Daddy’s home!”

Sure enough, Bumblebee, and Tater right on her heels, dashed into him just as he dropped his canvas bag on the ground and jumped into his open arms. He grunted in the effort to keep her up in his aching arms, staggering back a couple of steps. “Jeez kid, you’re getting big on me.”

She pouted. Miniature versions of your eyes examined his face. “Are you okay, Daddy? Why’re you all purple and blue?” Her smooth, chubby hand brushed away a stray hair from his face. “Does that hurt?”

Had he winced?

In front of him, he heard a sharp inhale. Shit. Reluctantly, Bucky lifted his eyes and met yours. He’s probably not his usual sight for sore eyes. In fact, he’d be willing to bet that he’s the cause of those sore eyes.

You assessed him from head to toe, no doubt noting how he shifted your daughter to his right side to protect his left.

“James.” Your tone is viperous.

He’s in for it. “Don’t say it,” he pleaded.

“Buchanan.”

Bucky hid his face behind his daughter’s shoulder. “Doll, I-“

“Barnes. What the hell happened to you?” You didn’t wait for an answer, striding over and taking your daughter out of his arms and setting her down. “Honey, why don’t you go finish up your dinner. Daddy and I need to talk about grown-up stuff.”

The girl looked up at her dad with a defiant set of her mouth. “I want Daddy to come and eat with me.” She is her mother’s child, but the way she held herself reminded Bucky so much of himself before he became a pawn to Hydra. Cock-sure and confident, ready to hold his own. That’s his little Bumblebee.

You sighed. “He’ll be there in a minute, baby. I promise. Go on,” you smiled sweetly. He knows you don’t want her to worry, but you aren’t doing a good job at neutralizing your frantic expression.

Your daughter still didn’t budge.

“Celeste, please. For Mama?” you supplicated, leaning down to meet her stricken gaze.

“Is Daddy in trouble?” she asked, her voice now small and quavering. It broke his bruised heart.

Bucky’s knees buckled as he kneeled and he did his best to minimize the sound of his groans. “No, no, Bumblebee, I’m fine. Mama just wants to take care of me, that’s all. As soon as we’re done, I’m all yours.”

“Promise?”

He nodded and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Super promise.”

She perked up as if her mood hadn’t soured at all and skittered off into the kitchen, Tater trailing after her with a tiny shoe in his mouth. Bucky waited until he heard her chair scrape across the floor then peered up at you. “Might need some help getting up here, Doll.”

Despite your apparent anger, you giggled lightly and held out your hand. Bucky grabbed it with his right and pulled himself up, but leaned against the wall adjacent to the front door for support, panting.

“God Bucky, you look awful,” you whispered, running a hand through his tangled hair. “Did you get hit by a train?”

“Sort of.” At your stern frown, he confessed. “I-uh… I may have jumped out a ten-story building and the ground might’ve broken my fall. It’s nothing,” he rushed. “I’ll be fine in a few hours.”

He sucked in a breath as you softly pressed a hand to his left side. You set to work on undoing the harnesses and buckles of his vest. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” he asked.

“Lie to me.” Bucky fixed his mouth to deny it, but you continued. “We’ve been married for six years… Don’t you think I know you like the back of my hand by now? You aren’t fine. It’s not nothing. You’re human, no matter what you or anyone else thinks. You can still feel pain.” Your voice dropped to a murmur.

At first, he thought your silence resulted from the weight of your words because now he certainly felt like he got hit by a train. But he followed your eyes. You’d successfully ridden him of the top half of his tactical gear, laying everything in a heap at the bottom of your feet. Angry welts, cuts, and bruises smattered down his chest in an intricate pattern, ranging from red to purple to blue. The puffed scar connecting his cybernetic arm to his shoulder paled in comparison.

Hearing you sniffle brought him back to the present.

“Jesus Bucky.” Tears shone in your eyes, pooled, then fell down your cheeks.

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go. He wasn’t supposed to come home after being away for three weeks and immediately upset his girls. The sheer sadness laced in your words hurt him more than his wounds. And that sadness wouldn’t just go away in a few hours.

Bucky pulled you into his arms, welcoming your soft body against his like a heat compress. You smelled like roasted garlic chicken with a hint of buttery, herbed mashed potatoes, and lavender soap. His stomach growled.

“Remember that time we took Bumblebee to Wollman Rink and she accidentally fell on her head and got that nasty bruise?” Bucky asked, resting his head on your shoulder and pressing small kisses to the side of your neck. A small sigh of contentment sifted into the air.

“Yeah.” Another sniffle. “Sam, Wanda, Peter, and Rhodey all bought her big teddy bears and ice cream to cheer her up. My poor baby. I never wanted to hear her cry like that again.”

Bucky nodded in agreement, recalling how every rational thought fled his mind as he rushed to his daughter, cradling her small body to his chest. They took her to the Med-Bay and she stayed there for a week and he never once left her side.

“We didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. Sam all but locked us out of her room and told us to take a shower and change into some fresh clothes.”

You cocked your head back and gazed confusedly into his pale blue eyes. “You going somewhere with this?”

“We can’t…” he paused, clearing his throat. “There is a healthy amount of worry we’re allowed to give before it becomes too much, you know. We’ll go mad wanting to keep each other out of harm’s way and that’s exactly what you’re doing. This is my job, Doll. I get hurt. We just gotta accept that.”

You pulled out of his arms and crossed yours. You didn’t damper the bitterness as you spoke. “You’re such a hypocrite. What would you do if I came home covered in bruises and cuts every night? Huh? Shrug it off? That’s what you’re telling me to do?”

Bucky didn’t know if he should answer, so he kept his mouth shut, down-casting his eyes. That’s not quite what he meant, but it’s in the same vein.

“Alright. Fine.” You turned away from him and walked out of the room, into the kitchen.

That didn’t turn out how he wanted it to, but Bucky didn’t have the energy to go after you. You need time to simmer.

He picked up his stuff and dropped it off on the foot of his office, quickly showered and changed into a pair of gray sweatpants. His muscles appreciated the warm water and comfortable clothes.

The lights in the family room and dining room were shut off by the time he finished, leaving only the kitchen to be illuminated in a faint glow. A stack of dishes sat in the sink and the leftovers were contained on the counter, ready to be put away in the fridge. On the other side of the house, down the hall, the light in the second guest bathroom gleamed. He heard the splash of water and giggles. Bath time.

Despite his cloudy mood, he smiled. Bucky missed this.

After he scarfed down some microwaved chicken, mashed potatoes and carrots, he got to work on the dishes.

The act always soothed him. When every second of his day had to be calculated down to the last minutiae, taking the time to listen to his thoughts became a welcome gift. But all his thoughts led back to you. Your warm body in his arms, your head propped against his chest as you made little sighs of happiness. He understands why you’re upset, and no, he wouldn’t like it if you came home hurt every night as he does. Hell, he wouldn’t be able to stand to be away from you as long as he does now.

You’re concerned for him. The least he can do is empathize and lessen your fears. Him not saying anything translated to you as, “Yes, I’d prefer if you didn’t care about me.”

“I’m such an asshole,” he muttered, tossing the dish towel onto the counter after drying the last plate.

He heard you shuffle behind him and he turned in time to see you drop an armful of blankets and pillows onto the couch.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, acknowledging the clean dishes. “If you need some more pillows there’s a couple in the hall closet.”

Before you could lope off into your bedroom, Bucky called out, “I’m sorry.”

That stopped you short.

He chanced a step forward, then another, until you put a hand out to confirm the distance. “About earlier… You were right.” Bucky itched to hold you, but instead, he settled for pulling his hands through his damp hair. “If the situation was reversed, I know I wouldn’t be able to handle it and the fact that you’ve been doing it every day since we got together… I’m gonna be more careful. I promise. I can-I can request some time off. We can—”

You interrupted him, so quiet even his enhanced hearing strained to pick up the noise. “Do you know why I handled it, Buck? Why I never complained?”

He shook his head, again finding his tongue too tied up to answer.

“Because it’s your job. You’re an Avenger. You’re this awesome superhero who saves hundreds of people every day. How can I complain?” Your words choked off with emotion, yet somehow you managed to push past it, sounding rugged and defeated. “H-How can I be so selfish to want to keep the Winter Soldier safe? The craziest thing is, I never see him when I look at you. The soldier, I mean.” You bowed your head and swiped away ceaseless tears. When you brought your eyes back up to meet his, both of your eyes glistened. “I see you, Bucky. And you’re someone I can’t lose.”

Bucky didn’t react fast enough. As soon as he took that last step forward to stand right in front of you, you turned and dashed into your bedroom, shutting the door. He didn’t hear the lock turn.

He walked over to the door and placed his hand on the knob. Pressed his ear against the wood. You sounded close. Crying with your hands clamped over your mouth to muffle the sobs. Nothing would be able to stop him from going in the room to comfort you, locked door or not. But if you wanted him to be near you, you’d have left the door open.

How had this whole day turned to shit?

He went into his daughter’s room. You being upset with him and him landing himself a night on the couch were huge setbacks, but he’d be damned if he didn’t tell Bumblebee a good-night story. She loves those. He loves telling them to her.

They have their ritual every time he’s home. She’s usually sitting up against the headboard, wearing a toothy grin. He’d come in and she’d scoot over to the side to let him lie on the bed with her. Some nights they’d doze off together.

When he cracked open the door and peered in, her back faced him and the blue covers were drawn up over her head.

Bucky took a seat on the corner of her twin mattress, feeling how it slightly bowed under his weight. Tater is curled up on the other corner. His head rested on his paws and his eyes dolefully glanced up at Bucky.

“Bumblebee,” he whispered, stroking her head. “Hey, kid. You sleep?”

Silence. He heard her breath quicken. She’s still awake.

“You mad at me too?”

He held his breath. Utter silence.

“Guess I can’t blame ya.” Exhaling slowly, Bucky leaned in and kissed the back of her head. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart. I love you.” Then he got up, turned on her rainbow nightlight, and delicately closed the door.

The family room felt too small. Too still. Too vacant. Trying to sleep on a couch, especially this one, in particular, had to be the worst sleeping arrangement he’s ever experienced, on par with sleeping on dirt floors and metal cots.

A previously recorded football game is playing noiselessly on the TV. All the lights are turned off. The exhaustion Bucky warded off earlier returned in full force. He blanked out by the time the game reached the second quarter.

“Good evening, Sergeant Barnes,” a distant voice lulled. It’s familiar. Accented. It stood nearby, standing right above him. “Or would you prefer Winter Soldier?”

Bucky’s eyes opened as slow as a stream of molasses. His head swam and his body felt out of place. He didn’t know what was up or down, left or right. That wasn’t what shocked him, though. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t even twitch his pinky.

Isn’t he supposed to be in jail? How did he find me? How the hell did he even get in here?

As far as Bucky can tell he’s still in his family room, laying on the couch. The covers around his body have been thrown back. A needle is sticking out of his right arm, connected to a small drip bag.

“Whahh—” he slurred. It took him a while to pull his eyes away from the needle and up to the man looming above him with a gaunt smirk.

God no.

“Oh good, you remember me.” Zemo pulled up a chair and sat right by Bucky’s head. He’s wearing a plain black sweater and dark jeans. “Don’t worry, it isn’t poison. Simply a temporary sedative. The effects will wear off as soon as I take out the needle.”

Bucky tried to scream with everything inside of him. He called your name over and over again, but nothing came out higher than a whimper. Even if you heard him, he doubted if you’d be able to alert the others in time. What if he already got to you? Or Bumblebee? A cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

Zemo watched in amusement at the emotions flitting over Bucky’s face. “You’re a hard man to find, but easy enough to keep track of. Your little band of do-gooders always makes the front page. But you know what those covers don’t show? Hm?”

He held up a picture frame level to Bucky’s eyesight. It was you, him, and Bumblebee, all going down a slide together. Sam took the picture a year ago. You were at the top, holding up your then three-year-old daughter, and Bucky at the bottom. Bumblebee gripped his long strands of hair with a vicious glee in her eyes. Your eyes are closed from laughing and Bucky is looking up at his wife and daughter with a rapt smile.

“You have a lovely family, Sergeant Barnes. Reminds me of mine.” He pulled out a small folded copy of a photograph, creased due to the course of time.

Bucky saw a family, but he didn’t take them in. He didn’t want to care.

Zemo paid him no attention as he stared fondly at the picture, taking them in for himself and then comparing it to Bucky’s family.

“You see, I went about this all wrong the first time around. Taking on the Avengers as a whole resulted from my hubris, if you will. I saw the potential to exploit a weakness and work around the outside. Some might say I instigated the War. No,” he smiled and took the needle out of Bucky’s arm. “I merely set them on the right path.

“Captain Rogers was indeed quite fond of you, but I knew Stark wouldn’t be so disillusioned to your heinous crimes. Though, I admit I may have given him too much credit. A tin man set up to fight against two of the world’s best super soldiers? A failed endeavor, yes, but necessary. It brought me reason. Why influence a whole and almost succeed when I can influence one at a time. Leaves less room for marginal error, don’t you agree, Soldat?”

As the sedative ebbed away, feeling gradually flooded into his fingertips and toes. In a couple of minutes, he’d be free from the immobilizing numbness. He prepared his body to spring.

Zemo pulled one more object from behind his back. A red book. An old, red book with a black star branded on the front.

An icy gust of recognition shot shards of panic through his system. It couldn’t be. He’s fixed. Shuri fixed me.

The man went on in relish. “Of course you recognize your creator’s book. A handy thing, this is. Hydra is many things, Sergeant Barnes. Many things. But one thing they remain to be is prepared.” He thumbed through the pages, stopping to the last several pages. “Two steps ahead and all that stuff.”

Bucky forced out the word, “Why?”’

“Why?” Zemo mocked. “Why is it that an abomination, a murderous machine such as yourself, can have this type of happiness at the end of the day? Doesn’t it strike you as unfair, Sergeant Barnes? Why should you have this beautiful family while mine doesn’t even get an ounce of recognition? No front covers. Not even an obituary. I’m simply taking matters into my own hands and dealing justice where justice is due. And Sergeant Barnes, you have over 70 years of undue justice stacked against you.”

Tears stung Bucky’s eyes. Every inch of his body trembled. His teeth painfully chattered. He felt his lips move. “No, please. No, no, no, no, no. God no. I can’t. I can’t.” Not to them.

“This is the way it has to be, Sergeant Barnes. I truly am sorry.” Zemo rose from the chair, walking around to the back of the couch. “Возвращение (Return).”

Bucky’s whole body drowned in a cold sweat and the blood drained from his face. Those bastards! Those goddamn fucking bastards! He pushed off the couch on jelly legs, falling in a heap of blankets.

“сброс настроек (Reset).”

Anger propelled him to his feet and he staggered drunkenly around the couch, standing arms-length away from Zemo. Only a few feet stood between him and the front door.

“не помнить. Добро пожаловать назад зимний солдат (Forget. Welcome back Winter Soldier).”

Zemo closely watched the man standing rigid in his sweats, chest heaving. Bits of his hair is in his face and one blanket is caught around his ankle. He heard the harsh grinding of his metal palm curling into a fist. The asset’s face smoothed over into a mask of stiff submission and indifference.

“Ready to comply.” Mechanical, detached, lethal.

“Terminate everyone inside the house.” With those final words, Zemo withdrew from the house, exiting out of the front door. It slammed shut.

You weren’t really asleep.

Even trying felt like a waste of time. The king-size bed swallowed you with its vast amount of unfilled space. Sleeping in an empty bed was hard enough not knowing where Bucky was. Turns out it’s even worse when he was just outside the door and down the hall, sleeping on an uncomfortable couch.

You knew that he knew the door wasn’t locked.

Relief and an inkling of regret settled your nerves thirty minutes after you closed the door. He wasn’t going to come in. He was giving you space.

Is it wrong to want Bucky laying here with you, even though your heart wasn’t ready to face him? Maybe you’re being ridiculous. He hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s an amazing father to Bumblebee. He’s an amazing husband. Work doesn’t consume him and if it does start to become an obstacle in your marriage, Bucky’s quick to rectify the problem.

You inched over onto his side of the bed and buried your face in his pillow, taking in his heady scent. Were you too hard on him? Were you irrational? Bucky can’t help who he is.

He’s your daughter’s hero.

He’s yours too.

At 2 a.m. you fretfully turned back over to your side of the bed when you heard one of the doors slam shut, ringing out like a shotgun

You’re on your feet and rushing out without a single thought of caution to stall you. Bucky is out there. So is your Bumblebee.

Bucky stood in the middle of the room. Blankets are strewn around and one of them wrapped around his ankle.

“Are you alright? What happened?”

His head swiveled up at the sound of your voice. Empty, calculating eyes snapped to yours.

Something’s wrong.

You tripped back a little, finding your balance against a wall. Fear mounted in your chest. “B-Bucky?”

No reaction.

“Buc—"

In an instant he advanced towards you, stepping out of the blanket as if it was never there. A scream caught halfway in your throat as metal coiled around your neck. Squeezing. Squeezing. Squeezing.

Black pinpoints and stars shaded your vision. He watched you splutter. You’re sure he didn’t feel your nails clawing at his shoulder.

None of the things Bucky taught you about self-defense came to mind. You couldn’t think, but you had to act. Instinctively, you kicked out. One kick landed dead in his hard abdomen. It felt like kicking at a boulder. He coughed out a surprised grunt and his grip slackened. You aimed another kick at his crotch, dead on the center, and the hand around your neck loosened enough to send you scrambling on the ground.

Your lungs scorched. Your palms and knees ached from landing unceremoniously on the hardwood flooring. By the time you began to crawl away, it was too late.

Bucky regained himself quicker than humanly possible. His hot flesh hand snagged your ankle in a bruising grip and yanked you back.

You cried out, hoarsely. “Bucky stop!”

He paid you no attention. Almost didn’t seem to hear you at all.

His hair fell into his face, darkening the mask that slid into place. He barely struggled to pull you underneath him. Strong, thick thighs caged your lower half to halt your flailing legs as he straddled your hips.

The pressure instantly returned. Both hands crushed your windpipe. His fingers dug into your skin. The wedding band fitted on his flesh hand bit deeper than the metal of his cybernetic hand.

In a last-ditch effort, your fingernails impaled his forearm, breaking the skin. Five half-moon crescents beaded up and trickled in lines of scarlet red, slicking along his arm and on your fingertips.

He never flinched.

Tears streamed out the corners of your eyes.

Darkness bled into your vision, starting at the corners and then filling in the rest as the seconds ticked by. Each beat of your heart painfully thudded in your chest, each thump clunking slower and slower. More spaced out.

Numbness spread until you resigned to it.

Your lids slid shut. You didn’t want those eyes to be the last thing you saw. Those arctic blue, barren eyes. Not Bucky’s eyes.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Stop it, Daddy! Stop it! Get off of Mama!”

You wrenched your eyes back open in time to see your daughter smacking her father over the head with her rainbow nightlight.

Hope and absolute dread wracked your body as Bucky unclasped his hands and turned to look at the small girl standing her ground behind him, nightlight half-raised in the air for another strike. Tater is in front of her, barking viciously at Bucky.

“Run!” The word tore itself out your mangled throat. “Run!”

Bumblebee watched in horror as Bucky rose to a towering height, and she let out an earsplitting scream as he ripped the light away from her, then gripped the front of her Avengers pajama shirt, lifting her into the air.

“BUCKY NO!”

Past the rush of oxygen flowing back into your lungs and the thunderous beats of your heart, you heard terrified crying.

Your baby.

Wailing. Scared.

For a second, you’re back at the skating rink and your eyes land on Bucky, sitting on the ice, cradling her to his chest. Nothing else mattered.

Bucky frowned.

The first sign of emotion flickered over his features since you came out of the room.

Confusion.

You saw his eyes drop to the ground, saw him shake his head. Then he looked at the girl in his hold.

Recognition.

Grief.

Fear.

Horror.

Agony.

Bucky trembled, slowly and shakily lowering Bumblebee back onto her feet. She skittered around him, putting as much space between them as possible, and stumbled to your side. Tater is still growling at him.

You watched his eyes reluctantly settle on your body, watched his face crumble.

Bucky choked out. “I’m sorry.” He took a step back. He looked at his arms and saw the indents of your fingernails. Saw the imprint of his hands around your neck. Took another step back. “I…I…I didn’t—”

He turned and ran out of the house.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x you #dad!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #post endgame #baron zemo #bucky barnes angst #winter soldier

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eyeslikefoxglove · 5 years ago

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Episode 14 - WangXian are a (v soft) Battle Couple & Foxglove is hella mad

Hi! Welcome to episode 14. I should be studying. It’s day two of morning runs, so my soul has left my body already, send help. Yesterday I went to buy plants with my mum and got so excited I just whacked on a bunch of eyeshadow because I haven’t seen the outside in weeks, I’m also wearing makeup today, because I have nowhere to go, but I really need to finish this bb cream before it goes bad, so my parents are getting my full fresh faced “woke up like this and put on mascara” routine (which is a fucking lie because I’m wearing at least three blushes and two highlighters). I’m determined to get this bitch down in under five minutes so I can have another five to do eyeshadow, I have way too much eyeshadow to not wear it (I have way too much everything except maybe mascara and eyebrow stuff).

Yes, if y’all were wondering I am in fact a makeup magpie. ANYWAY BACK TO THE ACTUAL THING WE ALL CAME HERE FOR.

(Btw further down I discuss once again how shitty I think the Yunmeng sibs’ parents are if that causes an issue for you)

Ok ok ok, so I was talking with damnpoe-2187 here about how we found that sometimes WWX crossed from gremlin into asshole when he tried to get LWJ riled up. Like in the Cold Springs, putting our shippers hearts aside, that was a dick move and he should have stopped undressing the second LWJ went from annoyed to incredibly uncomfortable. I find this scene the complete opposite, a show of character development if you will. It is kind of similar in that they’re both hurt, and alone (although this time is much more serious) and there was some undressing going on; however WWX here behaves like a fool in love considerate person and knowing how uncomfortable LWJ already is tries to make it easier for him. They’re also super soft and I’m weak.

A brief interlude from my one track mind: That pond is full of corpses isn’t it? Or at least the remnants of the Murder Turtle’s meals I suppose. Damn right WWX should not have gone into the water with an open wound, but think no one should go swimming in there without a full hazmat suit tbh (I want to pump them full of antibiotics at this point ngl)

So I love this tiny montage (is it even a montage) of the, getting themselves ready to kill the Murder Turtle.

Teamwooooooork.

Listen, I have read a few fics in which their mind-meld stays in place due to reasons and I need me more of those.

Ok, turtles don’t work that way, but then again, giant murder snake-Trex-turtle so that’s low on my list of priorities. What’s not low is the fact that this guy is knee deep into pretty much a mass grave and I want to take a few showers just watching him.

Yeah, I know exactly what he’s smelling and suddenly I hope I don’t have meat for lunch today tbh.

The screaming sword has always been fucking creepy and does LWJ’s fist clench mean that he’s also hearing them?

BATTLE COUPLE! BATTLE COUPLE! BATTLE COUPLE!

So I know killing the thing took them something like six hours. And while it feels quite a long time in the show, I think that, if they cut the scene with idk, JC running towards Lotus Pier, then back to them, then back to JC, but now the sun is in a different position, back to them, but now the blood from LWJ’s hand has dripped down his arm; and so on a so forth it’d convey more clearly how long it took for the Murder Turtle to die. I know fuck all about cinematography tho so feel free to ignore all this if it is in fact an abomination.

Tiiiiiiny interlude here to say that Yiling Patriarch!WWX is probably one of my favourite character archetypes. He’s slightly creepy, slightly amoral (smiling while torturing and murdering bad guys is still amoral ok), more than a bit on the Dark Side, cocky, smirky, a bit of an asshole a BAMF, a rebel with cause and yet he will still do the right thing, not despite his nature, but because of it. He’s kind of like a Chipped Spike? But you know, he doesn’t need electroshock to behave.

I just want a fic where he’s this Dark Lord of Evil in everyone’s eyes however the ‘good guys’ take a break from trying to off him because a bigger threat just popped up and they have no choice but to ask for his help. He agrees, keeps being his charming self while also saving everyone’s asses, LWJ is smitten.

TL;DR: The Necromancer is hot. Oh and nobody dare deny LWJ has a Yiling Patriarch kink.

Oh my, this is the part when I always get teary eyed.

WUJI ON A CELLO? DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?

“Why hasn’t Jiang Cheng shown up and rescued me yet?” THIS IS ALL THE PROOF I NEED THAT WWX IS THE BABY SIBLING.

“Lan Zhan sing me a song”

IT IS HAPPENING, STAY FUCKING CALM EVERYBODY (I’m crying)

That slideshow of their best moments set to WuJi is a masterpiece, and also, it kind of drives home the point of “how tf did we go from flirting during summer camp to this mess”?

(Btw if that’s YiBo humming he’s got one hell of a deep voice)

Ok ok ok, so this moment had me spitting up my tea the first time I watched it. Believe it or not my dumbass thought these people were actually serious with the censorship and we’d get scraps of their actual relationship. Lots of charged moments like in some other western tv shows I’ve seen when two dudes have chemistry but “they’re not gay”, no longing glances, no tender touches, no being unbelievably soft with each other; just you know, amped up, because if I’m not mistaken you can be arrested in China for “promoting the gay”. I mean, they changed the beginning when people insult MXY’s sexuality to insulting his mental health; no one would think “ah yes, the gays are good” when they hear it used as a slur, but they still erased it completely. One of the things I thought they’d fully take away was WangXian, I mean, the into/outro is named Wuji, which, you know, still a mishmash of their names, but not their ship name. It is such a significant part of the story with all the “what’s the song name? Figure it out yourself” that if something were going to give away that they’re married with a kid it would be that. I thought we’d get an artful fade to black BEFORE LWJ would say the name not after. And also, YiBo is enunciating it so clearly that, even with the sound muffled and the blurriness I, who don’t speak Chinese, can make out the two syllables. That’s deliberate, I can say “WangXian” loud and clear without moving my lips too much. At this point in time I must assume someone in charge of looking for censorship violations in the show is a fan and just ignored it.

Censorship person 1: dude, isn’t that a bit too gay, maybe you shouldn’t greenlight it.

Censorship person 2: shut the fuck up, sit here and watch.

*a full rundown of the whole of CQL later*

Censorship person 1: oh my god they’re so in love and they deserve to be happy.

Back to the commentary: I’m sorry but I have a mighty need of a WWX & Peacock friendship ok? This might be me just wanting WWX and LWJ to make other friends besides each other but I think that the Peacock is just bitchy enough to not take any of WWX’s bullshit.

And the Yunmeng bros timing for banter strikes yet again.

That’s terrible quality fake blood btw.

@ Yunmeng disciples: STOP SHOOTING FUCKING KITES PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Oooof even with a change of clothes our boy is still looking rough as hell.

MY LOVELY YUNMENG SIBS BEING SOFT AND HAPPY WITH EACH OTHER.

It hurts my soul that the second JFM starts praising WWX for surviving the Murder Turtle our boy’s knee-jerk reaction is to start praising JC in return. It is instinctive, how many times must this have happened for him to know his brother won’t even get scraps of praise? (Seriously fuck their parents)

It was going so well, I mean, JFM had a point warning him to not say things in anger. But I thought he was going to tell him that it is because sometimes he’ll hurt someone without wanting to, yet, this asshole decided to, once again, remind his kid he thinks he’s a failure.

And here comes Mme Yu who I can only assume had a servant posted at the door to warn her when WWX woke so she could throw some verbal abuse at him. I mean, she must have been missing it.

And JFM’s misogynistic bullshit strikes once again, because why defend ALL your kids when you can insult your wife.

(Every time someone berates WWX for “intervening” I want to scream. I mean, seeing this I can believe why the society as a whole thought genocide was a good idea.)

I love how they use their kids as props in their fight, I mean it’s not like they have feelings or anything. This woman is gaslight-y as hell too “you don’t love your kid because I gave birth to him”, you can’t tell me saying that in front of the son she’s supposed to love isn’t going to hurt him. And she knows it, I mean, besides the Wen attack I’ve never seen her hit the kids (although I very much doubt she hasn’t), so a good part of the abuse must be verbal. There’s no fucking way a person who regularly uses words that way won’t realise where she’s aiming those arrows. Which means to her (to both) the kids are collateral.

But FR, the barely-out-of-adolescence disaster bi necromancer PTSDing all over the place and living in a mass grave was a better parent than any of the current adults in this thing.

Which brings me to another point, Shijie is textbook “the oldest sibling is just another parent” and I’m making myself very angry.

[this is when I start frothing at the mouth and itching to write a modern-girl(and friends)-dropped-in-CQL because someone has to be a positive adult influence in these kids’ lives and it sure as shit ain’t the ones in the actual show.]

CAN WE STOP BRINGING PEOPLE’S DEAD PARENTS INTO THE FIGHT?

*deep breath*

I am going to feed JFM & Mme Yu each other’s spleens. Look, listen, look and listen, let’s first talk about how calmly they lay out the facts of their lives, one is only loved because he’s been brought up in the shadow of his dead parents, the other knows with certainty his father dislikes him and his mother uses him as leverage in marital disputes. When have these two not exploded their emotions all over the place? Fucking never. Yet here they are, talking about this bullshit like some bout of inconvenient weather. They’re used to it!

And now let’s talk about yet again siblings-are-just-extra-parents, with an added pile of WWX’s terrible self awareness that, to the man who brought him up, his worth is due to his dead parents. Again I’m extrapolating, but with the amount of times Mme Yu brings up his parents in such a negative light I refuse to believe JFM hasn’t made all the “you’re so much like your parents” comments to him every time WWX does something right. I mean, telling an orphan about their parents if they ask is a good thing, but WWX seems starved for stories about his them, which leads me to believe JFM refuses to talk about the topic except to make those little comments. What a fucking stellar way to give someone all the trauma if you ask me. May also explain a lot of WWX’s self worth issues if the biggest praise he’s ever heard is that he resembles dead people, yes, people who were loved, but they’re dead, and it doesn’t look like any adult has bothered to go and differentiate WWX from ZSSR&WCZ.

I’m just really mad, despite all the silly anecdotes I put in here my parents are fucking great at parenting, so I know what good parents should look like, and this ain’t it.

Ok, so I made myself angry and I don’t know if I should move onto the next episode now or wait till tomorrow but thanks for reading!

#the untamed #cql #mdzs #mdzs live action #foxglove watches cql #foxglove watches the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #yunmeng shuangjie #yunmeng trio #yunmeng siblings #yunmeng bros #Foxglove is hella mad #good parenting? Less likely than you think

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azrcxlfatale · 5 years ago

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under the cut you’ll find saint’s intro, its just a brief run down for now until i get bio pages up but it should help get a sense of the boyo all the same !! he is gentle and friend shaped is all i can say ajjdfg. THIS HAS NOW BEEN UPDATED WITH LIKE FIVE EXTRA LIL MORE CURRENT HEADCANONS! [ they r just like for his own growth nothing major has happened with saint and he’s still fundamentally the same as he was bc he’s always been a more laidback and less tragic muse but feel free to read em bc they do help contextualise how he’ll be career wise and with grandmami] :

CHWE SAINT:

so for the best part of his life saint was raised with his ‘grandmami’ as he terms her, but she’s better known to the whole island as ajumma solmi. for this reason he’s very doting toward her and a real grandma’s boy. he bakes with her often and they can often be found on street corners selling cheap priced but some of the finest flowers to the citizens because it’s grandmami’s tradition and its mostly done in hope to uplift the islanders and bring joy to their day in a small way and act of love.

when i say doting i mean doTInG, he will help her in and out of chairs, help her cross streets, hold the groceries for her as she crosses, open doors for her even if grandmami insists he stops fussing because ffs saint ur making me look ancient and i’ll have u know i am still fighting fit and could knock any idiot on his ass with a fliCk of my finger. ajdhf. she is v fiery, if saint is like the picture of elegance and good manners then grandmami is the sTARK contrast. she has one hell of a potty mouth and just a no time for ur shit attitude. if anything saint is keeping her in line, not the other way around.

his quirk is warp gate. he rlly just uses it to entertain himself mostly and help give his pals quick escapes when a prank of some sort has gone wrong. he can basically create portals out of a dark fog which can either be emitted through his breath or openings at the end of his fingers which he can activate, anyone can also use his portals to travel so long as he’s given them permission.

he just exudes sunshine rlly. is well known round the island for his out of this world smile which has been known to charm many. he is a very eligible and sought after bachelor but saint is like...not interested mostly bc he just like has no romantic awareness ahdhfhf not bc he doesn’t want it. and also bc he doesn’t like the way it’s mostly super young girls and guys just like awestruck by him. it feels a little too much like he’s a collective childhood crush by his groupies so yeah he is OBLIVIOUS.

very humble and incredibly polite. just really down to earth whenever spoken to but being raised by an elderly person kinda makes u a little outdated, for this reason saint is kind of demure and bad at conversation mostly due to the fact he can easily talk for hours about his plans for baking with grandmami later, the book he read her this morning, the lovely walk they took in that gorgeous spot which he rlly recommends etc but he is god awful at talking about like typical young people stuff.

lot of ppl think he plays hard to get, this is not true, saint just fr does not know how to fuckin speak and is the most oblivious person in the world to how to flirt, he’s easily flustered but bad at knowing when he’s being flirted with or if this person is just rlly nice and is usually too shy and respectful to rlly push luck by flirting in response hfhfjkg. USELESS.

very 70′s/80′s aesthetic bby boy, sweet summer child. he is obsessed with old classic black and white films, had a collection before he moved to the island which he misses like everyday but luckily he has memorised ten million quotes. also collected records. obsessed with anything retro, is a collector of gaming merch. but he didn’t get to sneak much to the island :-( the only thing he rlly snuck was a small record stash. liked roller skating, bowling, drive in movies. dresses very retro but refined and classy with lots of layering. rlly good knowledge of classic literature.

most likely to find him at the arcade in the funzone now on the island, he is a master at all the games but esp the old retro ones, usually goes early morning or late evening so he can spend hours uninterrupted on them and beat his high score everyday a bit more. if not there then he’ll be at zen’s computer gaming instead. he likes all tech really but prefers retro, he’s still figuring out modern. before coming to the island he was rlly getting into VR. if he’s not in either of these places, he’ll be on the beach in a volleyball match or doing a jog. still v much into his sports.

ultimate sike power cause people think he looks like ur typical jock fuckboy but jokes on u he is pure of heart and dumb of ass himbo just blessed with ethereal looks, he is the breed of good lil boyo and that is all.

obsessed with milkshakes and popcorn at the diners if he’s ever there u can guarantee that is what he is snacking on or treating himself to. his weakness is churros he fucken thinks that shit SLAPS. he’ll do anything if the prize is churros. sMH someone help his diet. also loves fiddling with the jukeboxes there ajdjd.

has two pet geckos one is peach colored and called zelda, the other is black and white leopard spotted and named zeus and he also has a chonk of a fluffy grumpy white cat called yoshi. he is the best. saint is a huge animal lover but probably still not on nyx’s level of dog worshipper.

weeb. not as big of a one as nyx but he likes haikyuu, kuroko no basket, given, fruits basket, free! and yuri! on ice. he is very into anything that is slice of life or sports anime.

has the nickname ‘koda’ bc of the movie brother bear, nicknamed after the lil baby bear cause he just reminds people of a baby bear ahdhd.

he studies art, spends half his life in the studio working, big art nerd. once he gets in the work mode, he just does not stop for anything but water and snacks and goes at it all day into half the night. usually does big projects bc he loves a challenge. mostly paints, sometimes sketches. u know those vids of people mixing paint colors like a swatch of gold and turquoise? saint fuckin loves those so bad unf he does that all the time to calm himself.

still lives with grandmami currently, he’s looking at getting his own place bc everyone tells him if he ever wants to have his own life then he needs to but he’s just v anxious about leaving grandmami on her own bc she getting older by the day and she’s all he has sO she cannot get hurt!!

also in a bit of a dilemma with his art bc he kinda wants to make something out of it, like maybe teach some classes sort of thing and use it more as a career but right now he does not have the confidence in his ability and is mostly just doing it for fun and as a calming thing ( he’s an idiot he’s rlly fucken good pls someone make him take himself seriously )

never cusses but does say bitchin a lot, only ever uses fuck in bed basically so if u ever hear him say it then u know something next level has gone down bc saint refuses to swear even if he stubbed his pinky toe.

looks like a cinnamon roll but HE FUCKS!! boy is a kinky freak however saint has no shame or embarrassment like he will discuss it as casually as a discussion of what to have for dinner not bc he is like lewd but purely bc to him its rlly natural and like another form of art and he does not get the embarrassment or secret nature of it all like it is just factual to him that we come into the world like that and ppl enjoy it sometimes ajsj.

gardening enthusiast!! has a fascination with studying plants and insects tbfh. still uses 70′s and 80′s kewl kid slang like unironically someone help him pls. sjjdjf. cute bonus fact: has freckles all over his shoulders and down his back. UWU.

COUPLE OF CONNECTION IDEAS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD??:

i would love for him to have a muse for art and/or to be someone’s muse. also and maybe interchangeably someone to kinda be his art mentor and be like saint u could pursue this fr if thats ur dream, then do it pls share this talent dont let ART DIE!!

someone he does gardening and insect studies with who gets his nerdy enthusiasm over it.

a regular who gets flowers from him and grandmami, maybe he makes a special bouquet for them every day which always has a different meaning in the flower language bc he is soft like that ajjfl

someone who he can take on loads of cute lil platonic diner dinner dates bc he is a huge foodie as we can tell. this one is super fun like I imagine they scam tf outta restaurants that are over priced and for the elite by being like we all kno married couples or people getting engaged, celebrating anniversaries etc tend to get better deals on their meals. so he’s essentially doing this one bc he likes ur muses company and enthusiasm for food but also bc it means cheaper high quality meals for both and a guaranteed good time.

someone to nerd out with him over classic literature or films bc that would be hella cute

maybe someone who is also close with his grandmami and rlly loves spending time with her as well so he kinda trusts them to take care of her and trusts their judgement when they r like saint chill let the lady live okay go and do ur own shit akskf

he usually jogs alone but it would be cool for him to have someone to do that with and like table-tennis and shiz cause he just loves fitness activities and active leisure stuff too.

maybe someone who is tryna teach him a little more about how to uH TALK LIKE SOMEONE HIS DAMN AGE AND STOP BEING SOME RETRO MAN STUCK IN MODERN TIMES AJDJD

UPDATES:

so a lot about saint hasn’t overly changed because like he just is and has always been a very wholesome laidback boyo but just a few bits of like additional info for his personal growth can be added:

he’s owner and manager of the florist now, grandmami is also there most of the time and handles a lot of stuff when she’s feeling up to it but with her getting more tired more easily from her illness saint needs to head everything really.

he grew up in a neighbourhood on hosu which like consisted of his entire street pretty much being full of his aunts and uncles so now like it’s a street just littered with all his tiny cousins who like to follow him about everywhere and play ball games etc on the street with him and kinda take it over shs. you can hear their joyful playing from like streets over it’s very cute.

his mother gave him up when she realised she was pregnant with him and too young to raise him and that it would hinder her from pursuing the life she wanted with his father. saint doesn’t hold any resentment for her choice, it only bothers him that his grandma has always had a serious illness since the early days of talks of her having no choice but to take him on and that despite this his mother allowed him to be left to her care and another burden on her when she was already so ill.

grandmami is now at a point where she’s hanging in there but she won’t have long left and saint is essentially now her live in carer till her final days which is hard af for him but he refuses to let it show. he’s not sure how he’ll function when he loses her. right now he’s trying to extend the florist business into a wellness one as well and more of an apothecary so he can keep himself stable and busy.

this is more just a cute fun fact but he’s a Christmas Eve baby. uwu lil boyo was born on the night before Christmas bc of course he was sdjdj.

#quirks:intro #listen saint just makes me think of that fucken scott mccall meme #WHERE R U GETTIN UR JUICE SAINT??!!#HIM INCREDIBLY CONFUSED: MY GRANDMAMI DOES ALL THE GROCERY SHOPPING???#SDJFJKF

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torey krug for @bigbruinsenergy !

life:made 😎 nah fr, thank you for this request my friend!! i was very excited to do one for torey, he’s quite the character and i love him A Lot

Note: a few people have said they like these posts, so i’m happy to take requests if there’s a particular player you’d like to see! see this page (i don’t think it works on mobile because tumblr is a burning shitpile, sorry) for details, and a list of ones i’ve done so far :) i have quite a few requests rn, but feel free to keep em coming!

he may be short, but he is powerful!! or in the words of the bruins’ twitter account, “torey krug: angry”. an unforgettable moment from this season, torey was really living every bruins fan’s dream of completely and aggressively flattening a blues player in this moment. and i salute him for it

here he is, in all his glory, laughing his ass off at the entire new jersey bench. he’s honestly such a little bastard and that’s precisely why i love him. he’s full of love for his teammates and nothing but spite for everyone else. it’s very sexy of him, really

baby krug!!!! isn’t she just the cutest, she’s so tiny 😭 the baby pictures have been just about the only thing making offseason bearable thus far

it must be a cruel god we have for him to put a 5′9 man (or 3 of them...) on a team with someone an entire foot taller than him. but it makes for great content so honestly, who’s complaining. this has the precise energy of a young girl playing dress-up with her mom’s clothes. it’s undeniable

the effort he has to go to... oh my god. he truly is a short king

i know brad and torey are always at each other’s throats on twitter but this... this is straight up murder, holy shit. “we just use your tongue to resurface the ice” - even i felt that. is brad okay?? i mean these tweets are old but still, that’s gotta leave a lasting wound on a man’s psyche. let it be known that torey krug takes no prisoners

just a father, lovingly cradling his tiny son

look at this dapper man!! while i very much appreciate the ‘peaky bruins’ winter classic outfits, some of them look kinda odd (please see: zdeno chara, 19th century plague doctor). but i think kreauty’s is really nice!! a good all-grey look, with that red tie to brigten it up. and i think his shirt is pale blue rather than white?? i like it. he suits the cap too. looks like a man i’d buy a new fountain pen and perhaps a pocket watch from

(gif via @pavszacha) pray tell, why do we have the prettiest team? and what colour are his eyes?? green? brown? grey? who knows, but i love them a lot

he’s wearing brad’s stuff.

i would like to draw your attention to the shirt torey is wearing. no, you are not hallucinating. yes, his shirt says “mcavoy: i’m lovin’ him”. i need to know where to purchase this because it’s the only thing i want to wear for the rest of my life. additionally, it is a proven fact that no one loves the boston bruins more than the boston bruins. for real

the reason he’s so angry is that he’s short, and therefore closer to hell. however, i have adopted “i’m punching him then” as a frequently used phrase in my daily life, i must admit. it’s pretty good

i would now like to interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for a small collection of gifs of mr torey krug winking:

(gifs via @bradmarchrad, @noeldozer, and @kureally) regularly scheduled programming will now resume

what’s a kiss between two 5′9 hockey guys?

this entire thing is comedy gold tbh. nhl 2003 for playstation. (my turtles). graduated from DARE. chicken and rice. iconic. i did get emo looking at ‘pro hockey player’ though like,, he really did that. he’s out there living his dreams. i am proud. and i’m sure there’s plenty of time for architecture after he retires too

he also has meme potential!! this is excellent because it applies to so many of life’s situations. particularly applicable to just about everything sweeney has done so far this free agency, but we won’t get into that

based on his reaction, you’d assume that the refs have just called a bad penalty or something (although not that they ever would), but no. he has in fact just scored a goal. $100 to anyone who is able to figure out why he is so displeased with this fact

...don’t speak to me or my son ever again

oooh take a look at these marvelous boys! extremely beautiful. black shirts are underrated imo, still as ~classy and refined~ as a plain white shirt, but it spices things up a little. poll: is torey krug a stylish legend? yes or yes

backes is just trying to celebrate the goal when along comes torey, resident nuisance. why is he like This

he has somehow perfectly mastered the skill of looking 14 and 40 at the same time, and it weirds me out a bit. i’ll just say he’s Timeless and move on

going to see a football game with the boys 💪🏻💪🏻 i cannot help but note the mild irony of torey in a gronk jersey - i would like a photo of the two of them together. also, this was posted here with the caption “brave of torey to post a picture where he looks like that next to three guys who look like that” and like torey, my man, i’m so sorry but i have to agree. the hat gives him a very non-threatening gnomish vibe. i’m sorry but it’s the truth

i have never in my life seen someone look so pleased with a simple fistbump. but you do you, man - whatever makes you happy. it’s also very deliberately delivered. it leaves me slightly confused overall. come to think of it, i don’t think i’ve ever seen a normal, well-executed fistbump on the bench, bruins or otherwise. hockey players are strange creatures

more tiny baby krug!!! she is so little oh gosh. adorable

a visual representation of all of bruins tumblr marvelling at patrice. me too, torey. me too.

TOREY !!!!! yet another murder, someone restrain this man before he can do any more damage oh my god

oof what a photo, i love this. and yet again, torey krug: angry. but we wouldn’t want him any other way. i love u, scorey krug!

bonus!

(gif via @marchnds) i know this isn’t of torey, but i would be completely remiss to not include this gif of brad losing his shit after saying that torey looks like danny devito

thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy!! 💕

#guy's a legend #krug #bruins #bruins photos compilations #tumblr pls post this !

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fanfiction-ho · 6 years ago

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Dissipating Resentments

To say that Sebastian was pissed was an understatement. He was so mad, he was furious at Chris and that stupid Glamour interviewer. It was a stupid mono tone interview that Chris had given about his future potential wife.

Sebastian was going through social media, reading tweets and seeing himself become a meme, those never seem to end. His twitter notified about Chris. He had muted all his notification except the ones involving Chris Evans. He had every right to know what the internet was telling about his boyfriend.

He kept calling Chris but the latter didn't seem to answer any of his texts or voice mails and that only aggravated Sebastian more.

Chris was glad that his interviews were over; he couldn't take that shit anymore. He was tired from all the stupid questions he had to answer. There were some good ones, talking about his family cheers him up automatically but almost all the questions irrespective of what interview, they seem to focus on his love life.

Both Chris and Sebastian decided to be quite about their relationship; Chris was not even out to his mom. He was sure that she wouldn't object, and probably she already knows but he still kept it as a secret.

Instead of going to his home, he decided to take a detour and visit Sebastian; they were going to meet the next morning anyways.

Now that Chris was outside Sebastian's hotel room, he felt stupid. He wasn't even sure whether he would be in. His mobile had been buzzing nonstop for the past hour but he figured it'll be some fans tagging him in stuff.

He knocked the once, then twice. He heard shuffling from inside and a string of cuss words as the door opened, Chris chuckled at the silliness of his boyfriend. He loved how Sebastian was always smiling and just being around him would lift your spirits. Words cannot do justice of how lucky Chris felt being with him. When Sebastian smiles it's like...Holy Shit! What is this magic!? And Chris made it his goal to make him smile all the time

"Now what do they want?" Sebastian muttered to himself dragging his lazy ass out of the bed. He stubbed his little toe against the table. He let out a series of curse words opening the door.

There stood Chris, rather a very happy looking Chris and that pissed Sebastian off. He slammed the door as soon as he opened and sat down on the table next to the door grabbing his stubbed toe rubbing it with his palm hoping it wouldn't hurt so much.

"Sebastian? Are you ok? Open the door baby..." Chris kept asking what was wrong and why wasn't he opening the door. Sebastian finally gave in to his pleads and opened the door.

Chris sported a worried look on his face but Sebastian paid no mind to it. He opened the door and walked inside without even looking at his him, Chris was beyond confused.

"I get that you're mad...but I need to know why" Chris followed him inside closing the door behind him and locking it.

"I understand completely that you're not out yet... but you could've just lied in the interview"

"What are you talking about?"

"The Glamour interview that you did..." Sebastian said his voice so quite. He felt stupid that he was mad at Chris for such a petty thing. Chris did what he had to do to maintain his straight image but that kinda hurt Sebastian too.

In all honesty Chris didn't even remember when this interview happened let alone remember what he said.

"I've done so much shows these last few weeks I don't remember this baby...Can we just let this go?"

"Let it go as in just sweep it under the rug and forget all about it? I can't just let this go Chris!" Sebastian snapped at him, the annoyance clear in his voice.

Chris all though was tired he held onto his patience and let Sebastian have his little melt down.

"What did I say?" Chris took a hold of the younger one's shoulder and gave it a little shake.

"'I want a woman who wants to be a mom' you want kids!? And you also said that you'll take care of her!" He yelled. "What about me then? Just throw me to the side when your precious woman comes along?" He sat down on the bed taking deep breaths trying to calm down.

"You're pissed off because of that?"

"Oh there's more!" Sebastian scoffed. Chris should've just apologised but he had to ask.

"You apparently have a thing for Boston woman? Well news flash Chris, I'm neither a woman nor am I from Boston! And Tom Brady who the hell is that?" Sebastian yelled at him.

"He's a quarterback for theNew England Patriots team." Chris held back his laughter, jealous Sebastian amused him more than it should.

"And you like women who insult you? What?"

"No I said I like women who poke fun at me...a girl that I can have fun with" Chris said in a defensive voice.

Sebastian sighed dejectedly and fell back on the bed. Chris sat next to him, he reached out to hold his lover's hand but Sebastian pulled back his hand rubbing his temples.

"Look I know this is hard..." Chris wanted to tell him that no matter what happens he's never going to leave him.

"Do you?" Sebastian snapped cutting him off. "I'm sorry" He quickly added but Chris just waved it off.

"It's just... you keep lying to everyone about us...sometimes I think all of this is not real" Sebastian rubbed his face tiredly. Chris pinched Sebastian's thighs and the latter hissed in pain.

"Real enough for you?" Chris teased him chuckling but Sebastian kept his mean grumpy face and Chris shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry Sebby...I don't need a woman. I need only you" Chris said rubbing the sore spot where he had pinched him.

"It was all for the camera you of all people should know that. How do you think I feel when I see you kissing men on screen?"

"Not happy I guess" Sebastian mumbled

"And I plan on telling my mom about you...I'm sure she already knows that I'm gay" Chris said

"She knows" Sebastian nodded like he knew that already

"I didn't tell her...did you?" He asked

"Somehow moms tend to know all these stuff. My mom knew I was gay even before I realised that I was"

"You're still mad?" Chris asked hoping that he wasn't.

"I was never mad...not at you" Sebastian answered honestly

"Sebastian Stan...jealous is a very hot colour on you" Chris mused stroking his beard

"Christopher Robert Evans...cocky definitely doesn't suit you" Sebastian shot back leaning up pecking Chris' cheek to which he just scoffed brushing off the playful insult.

"Whatever" He rolled his eyes.

They ordered room service eating their stomach full talking about how their day went, obviously avoiding their little fall out just under an hour ago.

It was almost midnight neither of them showing any signs of sleep, they sat side by side watching the local channel, but it was just background noise to them as they kept talking

"There's one more thing about the interview that caught my attention..." Sebastian said

"Oh God don't get mad again"

"No...It's about your tattoos. I wanna know what they mean. You said that they were too personal to discuss..."

"Did you memorise the whole thing?" Chris joked earning a smack on his arm from Sebastian.

"What does this one mean?" Sebastian asked Chris while tracing invisible patterns over his right bicep over the tattoo. Chris was sitting with his legs stretched in front of him and Sebastian on his right same as Chris.

"It means 'Family'. All I am today is for my family" Chris leaned down to face Sebastian capturing his lips, the latter blushed. He felt a warm feeling filling his chest. He was his family. Sebastian moaned when Chris bit his bottom lip and Chris slipped in his tongue fighting for dominance. Sebastian pulled away; his focus was on the tattoos on Chris and not making out.

Chris made a disapproving noise asking what was wrong, no words were needed the look on Chris' face said it all. Sebastian gave him a smile that assured Chris that nothing was wrong.

"What's this one?" Sebastian poked the tattoo which was above the Chinese symbol that meant 'Family'

"It says 'Loyalty'" Chris sighed knowing that he was not gonna get to kiss his boyfriend but instead talk about his tattoos.

"What about this one?" Sebastian sat on Chris' lap taking hold of his left bicep.

"That's my mom's star sign Taurus" He replied patiently.

"Who's Bar...Bards...Is that an 'E'?" Sebastian couldn't read the tattoo properly. It was in the upper right portion of his torso making it hard for Sebastian to read as Chris was sitting.

"Bardsley...It's for my friend Matt, he passed away in an accident" Chris said silently. It still was a fresh wound

"Best friend or was he more?" Sebastian asked trying not to sound jealous. He was very possessive of Chris.

"Just a friend Sebby" Chris grabbed his face placing a chaste kiss on his lips, Sebastian responding quickly.

"A damn good one I guess..." Sebastian bit his lips leaning down kissing Chris where the tattoo was.

"Yeah I miss him..."Chris thought out loud making Sebastian feel stupid about his petty jealousness for the second time that day. He looked up; Chris was smiling down at him amused by Sebastian's curiosity over such mundane things like his tattoos.

"Wipe that grin of your face Evans!" Sebastian warned him but slowly he started to smile too.

"You didn't ask about this one?" Chris took the younger one's hand and placing it over his collarbone. Sebastian read the writing, a look of knowing passing his face

"This is by Eckhart something isn't it? I forgot his full name" Sebastian asked Chris was genuinely surprised by Sebastian's question.

"Eckhart Tolle. How did you know?" Chris asked

"I used to read all these pretentious literacy books when I was young. Moving to a whole new country when you didn't know English wasn't a smooth ride. I was twelve and a lot chubby that time..." He wasn't exactly bullied but communicating with the other people was tough.

"When you lose touch with inner stillness, you lose touch with yourself. When you lose touch with yourself you lose yourself in the world..." Sebastian read it out loud.

"How come you don't have tattoos...you seem to be enjoying mine" Chris asked

"I'm not really that into tattoos...never was" He slid down from his lap getting out of bed as his phone rang, that was never good news. Chris made a noise of protest but Sebastian shushed him.

"Yeah sure I'll be there..."He cut the call mumbling goodbyes.

"Do you have to go?" Chris asked already knowing the answer.

"I'll be back in two hours I promise. They just want me for one scene. You know I can't help it Chris" He tried to reason with him but he knew he was gonna pay for this some other time.

"Two hours...that's all!"

"Thank you thank you so fucking much baby" Sebastian kissed him in the lips quickly leaving with his jacket.

#chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #fluff #marvel

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justauthoring · 6 years ago

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Feigning The Connection (29/?)

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in?

SEASON ONE, TWO, THREE AND FOUR

A/N: Well, here it is!! FTC IS BACK!

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Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Based off of: The 100 05x01

Warnings: spoilers.

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Together?

Together.

With a small smile, you walked up behind Bellamy, allowing your hands to slide up and over his shoulders, before letting your shoulder rest on his chin. Bellamy tore his eyes off the window the moment he felt you press yourself up against him, sending you a small smile as you met his eyes.

“Hey,” you called, voice soft.

“Hey,” he replied, shifting slightly so his arms fell to your waist. Pulling you close, Bellamy pressed a kiss against your lips, you immediately returning the gesture. The kiss didn’t last long, only a moment, and then you were pulling away, keeping your arms securely around Bellamy as you peered over his shoulder, glancing at the one single green spot on earth.

“Everything okay?” You questioned softly, meeting his eyes once again.

Bellamy nodded, “just thinking.”

You already knew of who, so instead of saying anything more, you wordlessly nodded. Your eyes fell on that one green spot one last time, before your attention was pulled elsewhere. Glancing behind yourself, still in Bellamy’s arms, you felt your lips curl upwards when you saw Raven flip Echo down, trapping the latter in between her legs and keeping her there.

After a moment of grunts and struggling, Echo tapped out, and Raven released her with a cheer. “Yes! Finally,” she laughed, pushing herself up to her feet.

“Oh, come on,” Echo huffed, “I let you win so we could eat.”

“This isn’t eating,” Harper spoke up, stepping into the room with Monty’s soup. “It’s surviving.”

“Hey,” Monty called, slightly affronted, “the new and improved Triple-G tastes better and you know it.”

“Triple-G?”

“He calls this one Green’s Green Goop,” Harper teased, smirking up at Monty.

“Better name, too.”

“And if by better, you mean doesn’t want to make you violently hurl, then, yeah, it’s an improvement.”

“Speaking of green,” Monty concluded, turning his head to where you and Bellamy stood.

“Still just a dot,” Bellamy answered, pulling you by the wrist as he made his way over to the kitchen table. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Emori still hadn’t moved from her spot at the control panel. So, with a small smile, you turned your attention to her. “Emori,” you called, pulling her eyes on you. “Take a break.”

She listened without fault, pulling off the headset on her ears.

“I don’t know why you waste your time,” Raven spoke up, eyes falling on you and Bellamy as you took a seat in front of her. “I told you, atmospheric radiation blocks radio signals. They’re down there. We just can’t hear them.”

Leaning back, you bit your lip, shrugging your shoulders. “For hope,” you mumbled, glancing up at Raven. “Mainly for hope.”

Bellamy nodded from beside you, setting his arm around your shoulders. “We waste our time so they know there’s a place they can live.”

“Ground radiation has been survivable for a year,” Raven reminded, the light-hearted mood from before darkening ever so slightly. “They can live everywhere.”

With that, an echo of silence passed around. With a frown, you glanced at your lap, slipping your hand in Bellamy’s own and squeezing reassuringly. He merely glanced at you, nodding shortly before Monty spoke up once again. “I think we can all agree that green is good,” he smiled, pouring some soup in a bowl. He set the bowl down, passing it to Bellamy who slid it to you as Harper grinned up at Monty.

“Yes, he is,” the two shared a chaste kiss before Harper’s smile died out somewhat. “But this stuff still sucks.”

“That, you’re right,” you shrugged, grinning over at her.

With that, everyone collectively picked up their bowl of soup, pressing it to their lips before tipping their head back. You let out a cough, gagging slightly as the bitter taste ran down the back of your throat. Folding into yourself, you set the bowl down before you, shaking your head slightly. Yeah, it definitely sucked.

“Okay,” Raven concurred, “tomorrow i’ll try again to boost the signal from the antenna.”

“Shotgun!” Emori called before Monty could, “ha, ha. Space Walk. Yes!”

You laughed a little, your lips curling into a soft smile as Emori celebrated from beside you and Monty frowned in disappointment. He pouted, lips pursed out as his raised hand slowly fell by his side. Emori continued to cheer in enjoyment beside you, giggling to herself.

“I know the feeling,” Raven spoke up, grinning, eyes on Emori. “But I need an assistant who actually listens when I tell her to come in.”

“I’m for it,” you teased, raising your hand as Emori’s eyes snapped over to you, narrowing slightly. With a knowing smirking, you glanced over at Raven, fully aware of what you were doing.

“Y/N!” Raven grinned, eyes twinkling, “perfect.”

“I will do everything you say,” Emori reassured, leaning forward, fighting for her chance.. “I promise, no fun of any kind.” She glanced over at you, as if challenging you. With a light laugh, you held your hands by your head, yielding.

“All yours.”

“Or, we could just figure out a way to get to the ground, and we could tell them about Eden ourselves.”

“Bellamy,” you sighed, the smile on your lips dying considerably, “she worked on the fuel problem all morning.”

“Six years and seven days,” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders.

“Hey,” Harper warned, “time violation. Dishes, latrine, or Murphy. You choose.��

Glancing up at Bellamy, you fixed him with a glare, warning him. He glanced down at you, before huffing, shoulders dropping. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, glancing over at Raven who frowned deeply, eyes casted downwards. “We said we wouldn’t talk about it, and I know that you’re doing everything that you can.”

Slowly, Raven nodded.

Picking up his empty bowl of soup, Bellamy gestured it over to Monty who, with a grin, accepted it; “seconds?”

“Yeah, right,” Bellamy scoffed, “I choose Murphy.” Taking the now full bowl of soup, Bellamy pushed himself up to his feet, turning.

“I’ll come,” you offered with a smile, pushing yourself up to your feet as you handed Monty your bowl. He accepted it with a small smile, and turning, you lightly jogged over to catch up with Bellamy.

The moment the two of you were out of earshot from the rest, you elbowed Bellamy lightly. He yelped in surprise, body twitching in response, before turning to you with a half-hearted glare. “What was that for?”

“You know she’s doing her best, Bell.” You frowned, “you don’t have to make her feel worst about it.”

Bellamy sighed, shoulders dropping with a certain weight added to them. Shifting the bowl of soup to his other hand, Bellamy place a hand around your waist, pulling you closer. You didn’t fight him, letting your head fall against his shoulder as Bellamy spoke; “I know,” he mumbled, “i’m sorry. It’s just...”

“I get it,” you finished for him, smiling softly. “I just wanted to make sure you did too.”

“I do.”

With a nod, you set your eyes straight once again, pulling back from Bellamy’s embrace with a soft smile. “So,” you commented, “which Murphy do you think we’re gonna get today?”

“I’m not-”

Whatever Bellamy had been about to say was cut off by the sound of a grunt. Confused, you turned your head back in the direction of Bellamy, only to see him further away then he had been and with the addition of Murphy on his shoulders. Your eyes widened in surprise, taking a slight step back as the soup clattered to the ground, splashing everywhere.

“Uh!” Bellamy groaned, losing his balance slightly.

“This is my side of the ship, remember?” Murphy huffed, wrapping his arms tightly around Bellamy’s neck. “What’s the matter? You wanted me to train, right, so let’s do it.”

“Come on, Murphy,” you sighed, shaking your head.

You flinched when Bellamy flipped back, slamming Murphy up against the wall before letting go of his arms. Murphy slid down, panting as Bellamy stepped back. “All right,” Bellamy breathed, “but I win, you come back to the group.”

With a heavy sigh, Murphy shook his head; “no deal.” You frowned, eyes narrowing slightly as Murphy pushed himself up. “You have too many rules. Besides, there’s no one to disappoint over here.”

“Except yourself,” you reminded, raising a brow. Murphy’s eyes fell on you, and for a moment the both of you just stared at one another, before he shook his head.

“I’m used to that.”

“Murphy-” Bellamy was once again interrupted by Murphy sending a sharp punch to Bellamy’s cheek, whipping his head to the side in response. “Ugh!”

“Are we really gonna do this here?” You questioned, rolling your eyes when Murphy hopped a little, grinning in satisfaction. He held his hands out before him, prepared.

“You’re willing to join Y/N,” Murphy offered, shrugging his shoulders as he smirked down at you.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you scoffed; “and what? Beat your ass? Because there ain’t no way i’m taking your side.”

Stepping in front of you slightly, Bellamy shook his head, returning Murphy’s attention back on himself. “That was a good punch,” he complimented, crouching into a slight battle stance.

You sighed in response, leaning back against the wall when you realized that, yes, they really were gonna do this here.

“Yeah?”

“Now, if you shift your weight when you throw, it might actually hurt,” Bellamy advised, smirking slightly. Stepping past you, Bellamy rolled up the sleeves to his long-sleeved shirt, brushing back his long hair. You had to admit, despite how much they annoyed you, you didn’t mind the sight before you. “You know what I think your problem is?”

Rolling his eyes, Murphy turned his head slightly, “this should be good.”

“You like being a hero,” Bellamy mumbled. You glanced over at Murphy, watching as his face fell from one of annoyance to disbelief. “Except,” Bellamy continued, circling around him. “Up here, there are no heroes. You’re afraid you’d become worth less again-”

“Bell-” You called, before being interrupted.

Murphy spun, surprising you as he sent another sharp punch directly at Bellamy’s face. He swung with his other hand, but Bellamy managed to block it. Grabbing his arm, he flipped the two of them so Murphy was pressed up the glass window, grunting in response.

You turned slightly, leaning to the side as you watched the two of them.

“You’re not worthless, Murphy,” Bellamy panted and you felt your shoulders ease at his words. You knew what he was doing now.

“Wait, wait,” Murphy called, voice pitching in panic. “Bellamy, look. Oh!” Bellamy pulled tighter on the arm he held, bending it at an uncomfortable angle, interrupting whatever Murphy had been about to say.

“Say you’re not worthless, and i’ll let you go.”

“Not kidding!” Murphy bellowed, “will you look? Look!”

You frowned, and suddenly Bellamy was letting go of Murphy, something catching the both of their eyes. Furrowing your brows together, you pushed off the wall, making your way over to them. “What is it?” You asked, “Bellamy?” He glanced back at you, grabbing your wrist before pulling you, gently, forwards.

Your eyes widened when you saw what they had. A ship.

“Let’s go.”

“It’s been two and a half hours.” Murphy huffed, “why, exactly, are we sitting here in the dark? We should light up the ring, let them know we’re here.”

“Quiet,” Bellamy called, eyes still not peeling off the window. “Murphy.”

Standing beside Bellamy and in front of Echo, you mimicked Bellamy’s position, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared at the ship. It was quite a whiles away, but not unreachable. Only thing is, you had no idea who this ship belonged to, and what the people that did were like. You prayed they’d help you, since you the eight of you were stranded on the Ark, with no way of getting back to earth.

But, something told you that was unlikely.

“First, we find out who they are. And then we ask them for help.” Bellamy explained, causing you to glance over at him.

Peering behind yourself, you glanced at Raven. “Raven?”

“Nothing,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “Radio sounds. Their comms might be disabled.”

“Or the ship could be unmanned,” Emori offered from beside Raven.

“Or it’s manned by aliens who prefer anal probes to radios,” Murphy griped, annoyance evident in his expression. “Doesn’t really matter as long as they get us down to the ground.” With that, he stepped forward, “i’m turning on the lights.”

Scoffing, Emori rushed forward. “You know what? That’s enough,” she snapped, blocking Murphy’s path. “We make decisions as a team here, even if we can’t stand the sight of each other.”

You felt your heart rate increase slightly, knowing that after everything that’s happened, this could end really badly.

“Look,” Murphy sighed, “all i’m saying is, it wasn’t there yesterday. Now it’s in geosynchronous orbit, which means someone is piloting it, correct?”

“He’s not wrong,” you murmured, slowly glancing up at the other when their eyes fell on you. Meeting Murphy’s gaze, you shrugged; “i’m not saying we turn on the lights, i’m just saying that Murphy’s right. It wasn’t there yesterday, now it is, shouldn’t we take that chance?”

“It could be an AI,” Harper reminded, frowning.

“I prefer the aliens,” Monty sighed.

“Something’s happening,” Echo called, pulling your attention back on the ship. Shuffling forward, your eyes widened at what you saw.

“A second ship,” Harper exclaimed.

Everyone crowded around, leaning against the window pane in disbelief as the second ship Harper had talked about, de-attached from the first ship, heading straight for earth. “Look.”

“That must be a transport,” Raven mumbled, “it’s headed for the ground. Emori, fire up the radio.” With that, the both of them shuffled back to the control panel.

“Now, she wants to talk,” Murphy snarked.

You gazed over at Bellamy, biting your lip in worry and anxiousness as you shuffled closer to him. Pulling your eyes off the window, you glanced over at Raven just as she pulled on her headset. “Mayday, mayday, I am hailing the drop ship now on re-entry to earth. We are stranded aboard the space station to your West. Please respond.”

No one did, and the transport ship grew closer and closer to earth.

“Great,” Murphy huffed, “looks like we just lost our last chance to get back to the ground.”

“Mayday, mayday,” Raven continued, “I am calling the drop ship now on re-entry to earth.”

Still, nothing.

With a sigh, you slid your hands across your face, pulling at the skin. After no response, you’d all collectively agreed to travel to the ship anyways. Only thing is, it was a one way trip. There was no coming back, and you found yourself anxious for what awaited you there.

And if you did make it back to earth, what awaited you there? What had become of your father? Of Octavia and everyone else in the bunker? Of... Clarke?

The sudden feeling of arms wrapping around your waist startled you, a gasp leaving your lips. Though, you instantly eased when you realized just who exactly was embraced you. Leaning against Bellamy’s chest, your hands fell on his arms, your thumb grazing the material of his shirt with a soft sigh.

You leaned your head back, letting it fall on his shoulder as your lips met his. As the kiss intensified, you spun in Bellamy’s arms, moving so your chest was pressed against his own. Your hands fell on his cheeks, cupping them before sliding through his hair, the length being something you’re still slightly unused to you.

A heavy breath left your lips as you pulled back, eyes slowly moving to gaze back up at Bellamy’s.

“What awaits us down there?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Six years, Bellamy. Six years we’ve been gone.”

“Home awaits us,” Bellamy reassured, squeezing you to emphasize his point. “Your dad awaits you.”

“But, what happened to them?” You added, raising a brow up at Bellamy. “Of your sister? My father? How much have they changed?”

Cupping your jaw, Bellamy smiled softly down at you. “We’ve changed,” he reminded, chuckling softly. “But they’re still family. Nothing will ever change that. And I promise you, Y/N, that no matter what, you’ll always have me.”

“I know,” you nodded, voice breathless. Eyes crinkling with delight, you let your head fall against Bellamy’s chest. “I love you, Bellamy,” you confessed, the words familiar on your tongue. “So much.”

Pressing a hand against the back of your head, Bellamy allowed your head to fall in the crook of his neck. He embraced you tightly, holding you against himself as he whispered; “I love you too, Y/N.”

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Lily Evans and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Fic summary: The day after Lily ends her friendship with Snape, she wakes up with this little tiny twinge of pain in her shoulder. It only gets worse from then on. She blames those bloody Slytherins. Oh, and also that one messy-haired toerag and his prattish friends.

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Chapter 3: Bloody Lips and Beating Hearts

“O-oh fu-uck,” she breathes out, her voice interrupted by her heaving chest. She can feel the hiccups building up in her guts. They’re walking up to her, now.

She’s sniffling, and wipes her face on her sleeve, and shoves her other hand in her pocket. It’s a good thing her make-up is already ruined. She doesn’t feel so bad about it now. She doesn’t want the bloody gits to see her crying like this. She needs to put on a brave front. She cannot let them take this away from her. They’ve already taken too much from her. She swallows, closes her eyes for a second and wiggles her fingers around her pocket. Why isn’t her bloody wand in here? She tries another one, and a third one, on the inside of her robes. Her pockets are decidedly empty, and they’re drawing closer.

Where the bloody hell is her wand? It’s the third time today. Did she forget it inside? Is it in the Library, that’s the last place she remembers seeing it, and using it. Shit. Alright, alright. Breathe in, breathe out. There are three of them. And Mulciber is perhaps twenty feet away now. There’s Rosier too, strolling behind, but she doesn’t recognize the girl next to him.

Is the bloody wand in her bag? She needs to check, very quickly. She gets up, sniffles some more, picks up her bag and opens it – almost rips the top off, actually – and starts digging around, desperately. She pricks her finger on a quill, finds another one of her hair ties, that’s always good but she feels like throwing the damn thing away, and finally, finally finds what she’s looking for, stuck underneath one of her books.

“What are you doing here all by yourself, hmm? Aren’t you afraid someone might take advantage of the situation?”

Lily snaps her head up, and takes a look. Shit. They’re right in front of her. Her heartbeat quickens and she tenses up.

“Especially now… You know – that you have no allies left? Who’s gonna protect little miss Mudblood now?” Mulciber continues, and she hates him so much in that moment she doesn’t know whether to tackle him to the ground or to hex his head off.

“Who says I need to be protected?” she scoffs, and hopes he cannot sense her fear, her sadness. She doesn’t feel particularly brave, right now. She feels tiny and lonely. They’re three against one. She cannot let them see her afraid. She cannot be afraid. So, she lets anger take over, glares at them and tightens her grip on her wand, her hand still shoved inside her bag. She can easily disarm one or two of them before they even have time to say a word. She’s going to have to be quick, if need be. She hopes it doesn’t come to that.

“I think your time is up, and you know it. There’s no more Snape to defend you, now, you’re no longer off limits. I can’t wait to have my fun with you.”

“You know I’m still a Prefect, right? You know that, you see that badge on my chest, right?” She points at the shiny golden pin.

“What are you gonna do, take points off Slytherin as you scream in pain? I can’t wait to see you try.” He has this sinister grin on his face, and she knows he means it. The things he’s done to students thus far… She stares him right in the eye, she won’t let him scare her.

“I’m sure Dumbledore will be very happy to know you haven’t learned your lesson. You do remember what he told you, right?”

“Oh, no no no, let’s not bring the old man into this.”

“Why, you afraid of him? You should be. Hell, I think you’re scared of me. Look at you, you haven’t even drawn your wand out, right now. I think you have every right to be scared of me. I know all your dirty little secrets. All your special tricks. You don’t know mine.”

She’s tempting the devil, now. She’s acting braver than she really is, it’s really stupid of her, but she cannot stop herself. She’s so angry, not just at that evil, inhuman piece of rotting fungi in front of her, but at everything and everyone. And alright, maybe at him in particular. And maybe a little bit more so at… Snivellus. Yes, that’s his name now. It has to be.

“I think you should learn to know your place, filthy beast!” roars Rosier, who bumps into Mulciber as he makes his way towards her. He’s taller than Mulciber, broader, too, but he doesn’t scare her nearly as much as Mulciber does. Maybe it’s because she knows what kind of perverted, demented stuff Mulciber likes to do to people, maybe it’s because she knows that as beefy and aggressive as Rosier is, he’s not the smartest kid around. She doesn’t know who the girl hiding behind them is, she looks younger than them, she can’t be too much of a threat. That’s what her world has turned to – trying to figure out whether or not a twelve or thirteen-year-old is a threat to her.

“Alright, Rosier, keep quiet, you’re gonna give everyone a migraine. Don’t make me take points off so close to the end of the year, what are you, this year, is it in third or fourth place? With all those Quidditch matches you lost, it’s no wonder.”

The two nitwits are on the Slytherin Quidditch team, and holy hell, she has to say that they got purely and properly trounced this year. They won one single match, very narrowly so, against Ravenclaw, and that was after they’d managed to send half the Ravenclaw team to the Infirmary with countless foul plays. She knows how mad this makes them, she’s seen their faces after every match, has heard from Se… Snivellus, about the grudge that’s deepening between them and the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They’re all terribly jealous of Potter’s talent. She wants to rub it in their faces.

“What do you even know about Quidditch, you Muggle bitch?” Mulciber shouts and she rolls her eyes.

She’s not even really offended any more, she’s heard those words too many times for them to still have an impact on her.

“Enough to know when you’re getting your sorry asses handed to you by the Gryffindor Quidditch team – wasn’t it twice, this year? I think it was twice. That was nice. Really, Potter outdid himself all year. What was that last score again? Something around 350 to 60? Man, wasn’t that something to behold.”

And that’s it. That’s how she gets the both of them to draw their wands out. Predictable.

“What do you think you’re doing? Do you want detention? Is that what you want? Put those away.” She draws hers out of her bag, takes a single step towards them.

They’re staring at her, and unlike the girl behind them, they’re not moving. Their wands are still pointed at her, but they haven’t thrown any curses at her yet. This is slightly confusing.

“I am going back inside. Amycus is waiting for me,” the little girl speaks out with a haughty tone. “Bye now, see you in the Common Room,” she waves vaguely towards the two boys, who don’t even so much as turn their heads towards her, spins on her heels with a very straight back, and walks away.

“Training them early, aren’t you?” Lily dares to ask. “Are you planning on training them all at that age?”

She’s being stupid. Stupid and brave. Too brave for her own good. Her dad would be furious at her. Her mum would probably cheer her on.

“Oh, you have no idea what we’re planning to do, once the right people are in charge,” Yaxley snarls at her, his face twisted in disgust.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s got something to do with mass murder, torture, and the suppression of human rights, but go on, I might be surprised. Are you planning on giving out free Butterbeer? Will there be free concerts? Man, I really want to meet Stubby Boardman.”

“You better watch yourself, you Mudblood scum. It won’t be long, now.”

“I can’t wait. We both know who’s better at magic. You’re all talk, the both of you, with your wands pointed at me, threatening me… But you haven’t even tried anything yet. I think you know, you both know, that if you’d so much as tried anything I would win, and it wouldn’t actually be that hard. And so, you don’t do anything. Because being bested by a girl and a Mudblood at the same time? Oh, now that wouldn’t look good if Voldemort ever found out, would it?”

“DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK HIS NAME!” Yaxley’s at it again, his loud voice should terrify her, it doesn’t.

They’re positively seething right now. Yaxley is shaking with fury and his face has gone all red, which clashes fiercely with his blonde hair. He looks like a strawberry-vanilla ice cream, she thinks, and the realisation makes her giggle.

“Voldemort,” she says, still giggling.

And that’s when it all takes a turn for the worst. Men and their fragile egos.

She had imagined that as soon as they’d barely even had had time to point them at her that she would have shouted “Expelliarmus!” and sure enough, both of their wands would come flying towards her. But they hadn’t done that. They’d stayed put. She sort of wishes they had tried to curse her. But, it doesn’t really quite go how she had naively thought it would. She ought to have known, by now, to expect the unexpected.

So, what she hadn’t expected – but really, really wishes she had – is the fist that comes crashing into her jaw, instead of a spell, which forces her to stumble backward and she feels the back of her head hit the window sill behind her, the blunt edge of the wood digging into her scalp. Her hand instinctively goes to touch her face as the other reaches back to try and steady herself.

Well, she’s not giggling any more.

“Who’s the Muggle, now?” she sneers immediately, pushing herself off of the window. It takes her another second before she realizes there’s something dripping from her lips. She slides her fingers towards them and feels the warm liquid coating her skin and nails. Her head feels tight, she can feel a blinding pain emanating from the back of it, her mouth is numb and she has trouble understanding what’s just happened. The shock of red on her hand as she lowers it to look at it is what makes it all click. She’s bleeding, quite profusely so. She swallows and tastes the iron on her tongue. They did this to her.

There’s blood on her face, on her hands and in her mouth. There’s bloody damn blood in her mouth. This is the same blood that they hate her for, and there it is, in blatant display, for everyone to see. She hopes it terrifies them.

The pain shocks her, humiliates her. The red of her own blood on her hands stains her, marks her. They’ve left their brand on her. This is what they want, her body is somehow no longer entirely hers. She feels their hatred pulsating through her teeth, as the pain echoes around her bones. She grips her wand so tightly there are sparks flying off of it in small bursts. It’s funny, in a way, because they look like the stars that are dancing in front of her eyes. Merlin, she can feel the headache already beginning to worsen. Her head is throbbing, it’s kind of nauseating, in a way.

So, she thinks, they’ve really been letting her out easy for the last five years, haven’t they? This is the first time they’re resorted to actual physical violence against her. There’s a newfound form of anger inside her that won’t ever be settled with magic or words.

She spats the blood in her mouth on Mulciber’s shoes, throws a full body-binding spell at him, as she shoves past him to reach for Yaxley. There’s loud thud behind her, but she doesn’t even flinch, he’s probably fallen on the ground.

Yaxley must have realized what he’s just done, what he’s going to have to deal with, now, because he’s taken a few steps back. She’s furious – enraged, really. And she really, really wants to blow his head off. And she really, really feels like running back to her dorm to hide in her bed for the rest of the day. She doesn’t do either of those things. There’s a strange sort of cold determination that engulfs her, and she sees the flicker or fear behind the pale blue eyes that are now avoiding her. She scares him. This is both very satisfying and terrifying to her. That’s not the kind of person she is. She doesn’t scare people, she makes them laugh and tries to make them as comfortable around her as possible. How can she scare someone so badly they won’t even look at her? And yet, here she is, blood dripping from her face and onto her robes, sticking to her fingers, anger burning her alive, she doesn’t feel the pain in her jaw. She takes another step, and when the coward raises his wand at her, she sends it flying without a single word. She doesn’t even have time to realize she’s just done wordless magic before she raises her bloodied hand to her face to wipe her mouth and slaps him across the face. She marks him with her own blood. There he is, now, bloodied strawberry and vanilla. This is everything he hates, she thinks, and he seems too shocked to even move.

So, she shoves him – she wants him out of the way, away, far away from her – and her wand sends another burst of sparks as it collides with his robes, and ends up burning the fabric. He stumbles back and shrieks in pain as he tries to stop the fire that’s starting. He dives down towards the ground to reach for his wand.

She accios her bag towards her, because there is no way in hell she’s staying here a second longer. She hears shouts of pain and anger behind her, but keeps on walking. There might be some stubborn stars still dancing in front of her eyes, but it’s alright, she’ll go inside. Inside is great. Her vision is starting to get blurry – and so she pauses for a second, rubs at her eyes with shaking hands, then starts walking again. She tries to shake off the dizzying blur, but fails miserably.

Except she stops dead in her tracks a few steps later. There he is. She hasn’t seen him since yesterday and there he is. Of course he’s here. Of course he’s seen what just happened and didn’t do anything to try and stop it. Of course. Severus Snape – the name is out now, she can’t hide from it any more – is in front of her, and her face is covered in blood, her jaw is probably red from the blow it has just received and he’s staring at her with this pathetic look on his face. She blinks a couple of times, tries to swallow. Her throat is tight.

“Lil...” he tries to say in a soft voice. She wants to slap him across the face with the same bloodied hand she’s just used.

“Don’t,” she growls. And he at least has the decency not to continue.

He wants her to forgive him. The nerve! She glares at him.

He wants her dead. He wants her dead. She wants him gone. He can see her anger on her face, it’s always been very obvious. He knows her too well not to see it. She hates him. He can see it on her face, too. There’s no going back from that.

She’s still bleeding.

Her heart won’t stop beating hard against her ribs and she’s still bleeding. And he’s staring at her with disgust on his face, now.

This is too much. The world starts spinning dangerously. He wants her dead. He’s right in front of her and he wants her dead.

So, she tells him so. Bleeding lips, bruised jaw, fierce gaze and all. “They want me dead. You want me dead.” She’s not even accusing him of anything. It’s a statement, pure and simple, her tone is even. He doesn’t get to refute that.

And yet, he tries.

“I never...” he begins.

“You do,” she cuts him short. He doesn’t get a say in that. He’s never going to speak to her. Never again. This is over. This is how it ends.

Her legs start to wobble around, struggling to hold up her own weight. Shit, is she going to faint? Not right now. She can’t faint now. She can hear her heart in her ears, that’s never a good sign, but she has worse things to deal with right now.

“I hope it’s worth it,” she hears herself breathe out in a voice she barely recognizes as her own, as she looks him dead in the eye. She wipes her own mouth again, puts away her wand in her pocket, and walks away. He doesn’t even say a word. There’s nothing else to say. There are no tears left in her eyes. This is over.

When she stumbles into The Great Hall, she doesn’t quite understand why everyone stops talking and why they all stare at her. She’d been walking aimlessly, her mind too far gone between the shock and the numbness for her to realize where she’d been heading. This is the Great Hall. Alright. Great. Familiar ground. She quite feels like ice cream right now, she hopes there’s some for dessert.

“Evans? Evans, are you alright?” someone’s voice calls out.

She doesn’t answer, truth is, she doesn’t know.

“What happened?” someone else asks her. She just shrugs, closes her eyes for a second. Now that’s better. The light is blinding her. The noise starts getting louder, voices and clattering forks and knives that make her head pound. She doesn’t want to open her eyes again. This is better. So much better.

“You’re bleeding!” screams another voice. “Lily? What’s happened? Lily!”

There’s so much noise. She clenches her eyes, but the sound won’t stop and her head hurts. She drops her bag on the ground, next to her feet. Now if she could just go sit down on that bench...

“We’re gonna get you to the Hospital Wing, Evans, okay?”

“No – No I’m good, here. Hey, is there ice cream? I really want ice cream.”

“What? No, no, you have to go to the Infirmary. You’re bleeding everywhere.” She feels gentle hands, and she’s trying to see who’s taking her away from the noise and clatter but her eyes won’t focus, even when she blinks and blinks.

“I’ll just go fetch Dorcas and the others, alright? You take her there, please don’t be an idiot.”

“I’m not going to just dump her somewhere! Who do you think I am? Honestly! I’m taking her to the Hospital Wing, McKinnon, for real. Oh, grab her bag, please.”

“Yeah, alright. See you in a bit, alright? I’ll find them, they can’t have gone far.”

All she can see are spots of colours floating around. They’re leaving the Great Hall, now, she thinks. The voice is still complaining. “The nerve of that girl, I mean, I wouldn’t leave you to die in a corner, you know?”

She makes a non-committal groan in response, because she has no idea what he’s actually saying.

“Alright, yeah, that’s too much blood. I’ll just...” Lily hears some more mumbling before she feels a tingly, cooling sensation on her lips. “There, I stopped the bleeding. Hang on a second, will ya? I’ll just… Scourgify. That’s a bit better.”

“That’s nice of you, thank you… But, err, who are you?” she decides to ask.

“Oh Merlin, you’ve gone barmy, haven’t you?” the voice answers, and she’d be positively offended if her head didn’t hurt so much and she could actually focus on the words. “You know me, insane woman. My name’s Sirius Black, we were having a chat just an hour ago? You remember that?”

“No, I know who you are, Black, I just can’t err, what’s that word? The one with the eyes thingy?”

“See? Oh fuck, is it that bad?” he sounds genuinely concerned, and he stops pushing her towards… She doesn’t actually remember where they’re going. He puts both of his hands on her scalp and she lets out a yelp.

“Fucking hell. You’re bleeding there too. What the hell happened to you?”

“I don’t know, just… He punched me and… Where are we going?”

“The Hospital Wing, I’ve already told you.”

“Did you? That’s nice of you. You’re nice, you know, for not letting me die. That’s nice.”

“Yeah yeah, you’re welcome, Evans. But shit, have you been cursed or something? Is it a memory spell?

“No, I don’t think so. There was a fist, and that was it. Just bam, you know, and then blood. Loads of that.”

“Well, alright, Pomfrey will be thrilled to have to deal with that. I mean, worse case scenario, you stay like this forever. Won’t be much of a change, will it?” he sniggers. “I mean, you’ve always been a bit weird, but not proper insane weird, you know?”

Quite frankly, she doesn’t know. Do people really think she’s weird?

“Am I weird?”

“No! I mean, you have your moments. But it’s alright, you’re fit enough so that it doesn’t really matter. Err… Don’t tell James I said that, alright?”

“Why would I talk to James? Who’s that? Do you mean Potter – James Potter?” she manages to say, as she struggles to keep both of her eyes open. They’ve reached the stairs, there are many, many people around. The noise is killing her.

“Yeah, you barmy bint.” Black tells her, with a nudge, except her balance is way off and she almost tumbles up the stairs, but he catches her just in time.

“Oy! I’ll have you know I defended his Quidditch talents earlier, that’s why I have – this,” she says, as she points her finger towards her face in a circular motion. “So be respectful. He owes me my face.”

Sirius is actually halfway lifting her up the stairs at this point. He’s put his hand around both of her shoulders and is basically carrying her sideways. She lets him do so because she doesn’t quite trust her legs to work properly.

“That’s nice of you. I’ll make sure to tell him that. That’ll make his day. Who did this to you anyway?”

“Do you mean who punched me or who... you know, was er... there?”

“Both,” he says with an assured tone. He hates the Slytherins more than she probably ever will. It’s a very complicated story, apparently, and she doesn’t even know the half of it.

“Yaxley’s the one who punched me. Mulciber was there too. Then there was… Snivellus.”

“Oh I see you’re sticking to that, then? It’s a good one. My personal favourite. I thought it was a one-time thing yesterday, but I like that,” he starts, with a somewhat cheery tone, but then stops abruptly, and she doesn’t see his face, but she can clearly hear his voice get angrier. “So… They’re just going around punching girls now? Just so you know, they’re dead.”

“That’s nice, you’re nice, right now, that’s weird,” she says, as she just leans on his shoulder, to rest her head.

“Wow, you really are out of it. How many times have you told me I’m nice in the last five minutes? Ten? We’re going for a world record, I reckon,” he’s trying to spark up a conversation, but she’s too tired to keep talking. He seems to have understood that, and she thinks it’s nice of him to continue talking instead. “Alright, you’ll be okay, we’re almost there anyway. But we’re gonna get them good, I promise you.”

“Yaxley might already be in there, he was on fire when I left,” she manages to mumble, barely opening up her mouth, but he seems to understand what she’s saying anyway.

“Nice! How d’you manage that?”

“An accident, I didn’t mean to. My wand just, er, does this thing when I’m too angry, with the, er… sparks thing?”

He lets her slip from his grasp for a second, and she feels her body slide down, her knees giving out under her. She’s about to fall down in a rather pathetic manner, just sliding down towards the floor when he catches her again.

“Oh shit, alright, I’ll just...” She feels both of his arms grabbing her and lifting her up. “You’re heavier than I thought, Merlin. Alright, see, we’re almost there. Just this corridor next.”

“Thank you, you’re nice. Have you always been nice?”

“Oh I like you so much better with your head all bashed up… Alright, we’re here.”

She heard the loud creaking of the doors as he opened them up, and saw the light pouring in through her closed eyelids.

“Poppy!” Sirius yelled, way too loudly for her taste, but he seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and so, she didn’t complain. And sure enough, she hears quick footsteps coming their way.

“I thought I’d told you to stop… What’s happened?”

“She says she got punched, but I don’t know, she hasn’t opened her eyes in a while, I feel like maybe she’s been cursed, somehow?”

“I haven’t! I just got punched is all.”

“Alright, bring her over there.”

She can feel herself being pushed towards the end of a bed, and then hears the screeching sound of a chair being dragged across the floor… And then Pomfrey is touching her head. All that Lily can think about is that her hands are cold.

“How did you hit the back of your head, dear? You said you got punched, didn't you?” Pomfrey asks her worriedly.

“I don't know – all I know is that I got punched.Then there was blood, and my head hurt and that was it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, dear, it’s alright.”

She doesn’t know how long Pomfrey spends trying to find the right things to put on her head to stop whatever the hell is happening, but it doesn’t take very long. She’s feeling way better in a matter of seconds, her head still throbs painfully, but she can see, finally, and she’s pretty sure her brain has started functioning properly again.

So, all in all, Pomfrey works wonders very quickly. Unfortunately, it’s not long enough for her to be gone once the Pratty Bunch actually shows up.

She knows because she hears Sirius yelling threats at them as they come in. She has to lean sideways and a little forward to look at what’s going on. Pomfrey gets up in a matter of seconds – she’s definitely very quick – and goes to look at what’s happening. Sirius Black doesn’t care about her splitting headache, about the fact that Pomfrey is right there, or that there are probably other sick students in need of a good rest. He will absolutely yell profanities in the Hospital Wing, no matter what it may cost him in the end.

“Fucking wankers! You fighting girls, now you bloody fucking cowards? If you want a proper fist-fight, mate, I’ll give you one alright!”

“Mister Black! Go and sit down right now! I don’t need a scene! This is a place for sick people! Do not disturb their rest! Go! Now!”

Lily can see her push Sirius away from the group of Slytherins who has just come in. He’s coming back towards her and Lily is getting up from the bed where Pomfrey had been tending to her wounds.

“We should go, I think, I’m feeling better,” she tells him, her tone slightly awkward. He looks very angry, which sort of scares her because he has this intense look in his eyes she’s never seen before. He’s always so cocky and happy and joyful and the sharp contrast takes her slightly aback. “Come on,” she tells him, grabbing him by the sleeve of his robes, and they leave the Hospital Wing in a hurry.

“I’ll bloody fucking wreck his face,” he grumbles, once they’re out the doors. “Oh, wait ‘till Prongs hears about this. That’s gonna be something else alright.”

“What the hell is a Prongs?”

James Potter had had a very quick lunch, he’d been feeling too sulky, still, to enjoy the food and the friends that came along with being in the Great Hall. Lily wasn’t even there anyway, and what was the point of sulking if he couldn’t stare at her longingly whilst doing so? He’d gone back to his dorm, leaving Sirius and the rest of the group downstairs. Lily’s friends had come to eat pretty soon after they’d been – rudely and unjustly – kicked out of the Library, but she wasn’t with them. He’d been sure she’d been headed towards the Great Hall, and now he had no idea where she actually was. So, he’d gone upstairs, both to sulk and to grab one of his – theirs – most treasured possessions: the Marauder’s Map. He wanted to know what had happened to her, and if need be, he’d go find her on his own before the Transfiguration O.W.L., but little did he know that he’d not made it to the third floor before the girl he’d been looking for had barged into the Great Hall, covered in blood, shaking and looking as pale as ghost. He had no way to know, either, that most of her friends had left the Great Hall too, trying to figure out where she was, and that this meant that it was his very best friend, Sirius Black who’d brought her to the Hospital Wing.

So, by time he’d actually made it up to his 5th year dorm – after having had a longer-than-planned chat with Benjy Fenwick in the common room, who’s been trying to have a chat with him about their Quidditch strategy for next year for the past few weeks – James Potter finds himself staring at the map with a confused look on his face.

Why in Merlin’s pants are Lily and Sirius in the Hospital Wing? Why the hell are the Slytherin dolts heading towards them too? He can see them quite clearly, the three little dots with the names Yaxley, Mulciber and Snape in the Hospital Tower, they’re getting close.

So, James grabs the map, his bag and wand and bolts towards the Fourth Floor, where he knows there’s a staircase that leads directly towards the Hospital Wing. He’ll be there in under five minutes if the stairs are feeling generous today.

And so he runs, bumps into passer-bys and mumbles quick, unintelligible excuses to them, and only stops running once, when he has to wait for the stairs to align. He doesn’t even stop running when Peeves tries to taunt him to get him to pay attention to him. He’d do it any other day, he’d have a laugh with the Poltergeist, play a prank on him or plan one with him. But not today.

“Ohhh, where’s little Potty going in such a hurry?” Peeves jeers, floating, looming, ominously overhead as he throws what looks like fresh dungbombs at shrieking students.

James has half a heart to sigh. He’s probably managed to break into Filch’s office again.

“Not now, Peeves!” he just yells as he tries to avoid Peeves’ arsenal of dungbombs, he manages to dodge them all as he heads into a side corridor.

The first sign of them he gets is her laugh. She’s laughing, this is good. He feels relief wash over him, from head to toe, and he slows down. He’s breathing hard, his sides hurt and his lungs feel cold. He should run more often, he’s clearly out of shape.

The relief doesn’t last very long, though, because once he sees her, he almost faints. She is covered in blood, her jaw, lips, throat, brows, clothes, hands, every bit of skin that isn’t covered has blood on it. His eyes go wide, he opens and closes his mouth, he wants to say something, but somehow his brain doesn’t find the proper words.

“Oh hey, mate, we were just talking about you!”

“What’s happened?” is all he manages to croak out. He wants to run to her, to hold her face in his hands, to caress her skin, to make sure she’s okay and to hold her close. He takes a step towards her, feels his arm threatening to extend to try and hug her, but he stops himself before he manages to embarrass himself in front of her. She doesn’t want him, she’s made that very clear to him yesterday. And yet, he yearns and worries. He avoids another embarrassing situation by shoving his traitor of a hand into his decidedly untameable hair, and he uses the other one to shove the map in his pocket.

“Well, err, fuck you’re gonna be mad. I’m pissed off, already. I mean, shit...”

“Are you okay, Evans?” His voice is weak, his eyes are frantically searching for clues about what’s happened to her. Sirius is not of much help, right now. His heart is beating way faster than it should, and James doesn’t know whether it’s because he ran all the way towards here or because he’s so worried his heart might give out.

“Oh, don’t pretend you worry that much, Potter,” she says with a huff, and rolls her eyes.

“Oh, come of it, Evans, you were defending his honour, earlier,” interrupts Sirius, who nudges her with his elbow, before flashing a grin at her.

This is surreal. He’s probably asleep right now. How and why in Merlin’s sodding socks are Sirius Black and Lily Evans being… Friendly? Why the hell aren’t they answering him? What the fuck happened to her? He can hear the furious beat of his heart, it just won’t stop pounding against his ribs. He thinks they might hear it too.

“Oh, I told you that, didn’t I? Yeah, that was my bad. Head injury-related issues, you know. Thanks again, by the way, for not leaving me to die in a corner.”

“What’s happened?” James finds himself repeating himself, he really, really has to know. This is driving him insane. “Why are you covered in blood?”

“Yaxley fucking punched her.”

Lily groans at the words. It takes him a second to register the sentence. And then...

“WHAT?” he yells, he cannot even really believe the words he’s just heard.

“See, I told you it’d drive him spare,” Sirius tells Lily with a smirk, and she smiles weakly at him, she’s so pale, and there’s so much blood on her. How the hell are they not angrier? What the bloody hell is happening?

“WHERE IS HE?” James roars, he’s already heading towards the Hospital Wing, fuck it, he’s just going to have to kill the bastard in there. “IS HE IN THERE? I’LL FUCKING...”

“Prongs, mate, alright calm down.”

But the doors to the Hospital Wing open, and oh, dear Merlin, if he’s not ready to fucking pounce right now.

#jily #jily fanfiction #that fic i'm writing #hp fanfiction #this chapter is also super sirius heavy #cause I can't stop myseeeeelf

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akirakurusufoollink · 8 years ago

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Pegoryu Prompt: Confession

@littlemissmellodeeThis took longer than expected, but here is the prompt you submitted to me. I hope you enjoy it!

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Ryuji’s heart sinks in his chest as he watches Akira drop to the floor. An angel shadow looms over Akira, grabbing him by the hair as it readies another kouha to strike a finishing blow. Captain Kidd’s electric skills will do nothing, but he has to act fast. He takes a deep breath and rushes angel with all he has, taking a bit of damage from the light attack. Ryuji’s blow knocks the massive angel out of the air, crashing it into the tile floor. He looms over it and pulls out his shot gun, pointing it to the center of the thing’s forehead. Its eyes water.

“Please spare me!” It wails in a shrill voice. It spreads its wings, they bristle and ready to take flight.

Ann runs to Akira’s side and places a hand to his back. “What do you want to do?”

Ryuji grits his teeth and looks at Akira from the corner of his eye. Akira is still on the ground, quaking in a bloody mess, unresponsive to Ann’s question. His gaze refocuses on the angel, brown eyes burning with unbridled hatred. He cocks the gun.

Ann looks back up in a panic. “Ryuji! What are you doing! This has to be una-“

Too late. A bang resounds through the room. The angel is dead with a large smoking hole through its forehead. Ryuji turns around and paces over to Akira as the shadow evaporates in a torrent of blood and black mist. He kneels down, back facing Akira. The brunet looks up, eyes barely able to open.

Ryuji looks over his shoulder. “Gimme your arms, Dude…”

Akira reaches up and places his hands on Ryuji’s shoulders. Long rips run along his red gloves, making several sections hang by mere threads off of his fingers. He can’t grip onto Ryuji at all, any exertion sends sensations of pain up his arms. He lets out a soft whimper.

Ryuji’s eyebrows knit together. He gently maneuvers back against Akira, draping his arms over his shoulders. Akira shudders and sags against Ryuji’s back. He grabs onto Akira’s legs and hefts him up onto his back. Akira’s head lulls over Ryuji’s right shoulder. Ryuji looks toward Ann, Yusuke, Morgana, and Makoto.

“Cover my ass, I’m gonna sprint.”

Everyone nods and readies their guns. Ryuji readies himself and takes off running, even with his right knee quivering and every nerve feeling like it’s on fire. He looks ahead, blowing through groups of guards, alarms blare and bullets are whizzing by them. His back and shoulders grow warm and sticky from Akira’s blood. His breaths grow shallow. Ryuji’s eyes widen, he pushes harder. He needs to move faster. Nothing else matters except getting Akira out of the palace. He would blow his knee out before letting Akira die here.

The doors to the bank are in view. One large guard blocks the way. Ryuji grits his teeth and lets out a growl as he bowls the thing over, rushing through the doorway. Morgana shoots through the door next, with Makoto in tow. Yusuke and Ann bring up the rear, spraying bullets into the horde of pursuing shadows.

The palace falls away, revealing the real Shibuya. Everyone is in their regular clothes, even Akira seems normal. The evidence of the cuts and bruises are gone, but something is wrong. His breaths are still shallow. Ryuji’s knees give out and he collapses to the ground. He gives Akira’s leg a squeeze. No response.

“Hey, this ain’t funny, Man…”

He squeezes harder. Still no response. He takes hold of Akira’s hand. It’s too cold to the touch, like there’s no longer anything inside keeping him warm. His lips are turning blue.

“No…no, no, no!” Ryuji looks up in a panic.

The rest of the group gathers around them. Their faces all pale. Yusuke approaches Ryuji and attempts to take Akira from him. Ryuji stumbles to his feet. His eyes are wild. The dark haired boy steps back in bewilderment.

“Eff off!” Ryuji stumbles on his bad leg, but wills it to hold his and Akira’s weight any way. “I know a place… just help me get to the train.”

“Kay…let’s go.” Ann goes to support Ryuji’s weaker side. The group maneuvers through the crowd, attracting strange looks from passersby.

They send the boys off on the train to Yongenjaya. They all want to go, but they could barely stuff Ryuji and Akira into the remaining space with Morgana enduring the tight squeeze inside of Akira’s book bag.

A young couple sees Ryuji’s predicament with Akira and attempt to give up their seats to them, but an older couple manages to steal them away before Ryuji even has time to react. He shoots the old bastards a scathing glare, but doesn’t have any further energy to waste being mad. Akira needs every ounce of strength he has to safely make it to the shady doctor.

As soon as the doors slide open, Ryuji shoves past everyone and bolts toward the clinic. He stumbles along the road, clipping and sometimes outright shoving past people going about their business on the narrow road. He tackles the door open, breathless and cheeks flush. Tae looks at him as if he is absolutely nuts until she sees Akira’s limp body on his back.

“Go to the examination room.”

Ryuji takes a bit too long to move, his knees quake and his mind is pulling him in too many directions. Tae’s eyes narrow as she gets up and slaps a hand against the desk.

“Move it!”

Ryuji snaps out of his stupor and hurries past the doors into the back room.

Tae sets to work immediately. She maneuvers IV hangers and various monitors around the room. She readies the examination table as Ryuji carefully eases Akira off of his back and onto the wax paper on top of the stiff table.

“Take his clothes off while I set up the transfusion.”

Ryuji hesitantly begins pulling off Akira’s uniform shirt. His vision blurs as he sees the scars from this evening’s angel attacks. They litter his body, up and down the toned planes of his abdomen and dangerously close to his heart. Ryuji’s hands don’t want to cooperate as they hover over the button of his pants. It feels like he is violating his best friend. Even in such a situation, he can’t help but linger too long. He looks out of the corner of his eye and sees Tae is about ready to turn around. Ryuji figures that it is better him than her that does this. At least that is the best justification to set his hands in motion. The button and zipper give way easy enough, revealing black boxer briefs and even more scars as he pulls Akira’s pants down his slender legs. Ryuji can hardly stand to look at them.

Tae whips around places a mask over Akira’s mouth and hurriedly sanitizes the area over his right antecubital. She does a quick blood pressure check and lets out a ghasp. As she inserts several items into Akira’s arm, Ryuji’s vision blurs then goes white. The last thing his sees is Tae’s shocked face and Akira’s feint breaths against a respirator.

He wakes up with a massive headache from, what he assumes, his head hitting the floor. His head is elevated, but his only view is of Tae’s outrageous choice of footwear. He groans as he lifts himself off of the floor by the examination table. Tae sits at the desk, scribbling down notes while keeping a watchful eye on the monitor. Ryuji winces at the pains in his knee and head as he pulls himself up to kneel by Akira. His complexion is better, but Ryuji is still unsure of his friend’s condition.

“He’s stable…I calculate that he will regain consciousness shortly.” Tae assesses Ryuji without so much as a glance.

“Thank-“

“Look, I don’t want thanks for this and though I’m curious I don’t want to know. Whatever it is though, it’s put him in no position to do it again.” She slowly pivots her chair around.

Ryuji turns to face her stern eyes. “I…yeah. He ain’t doing this again.”

Tae nods her approval and hands Ryuji two capsules.

“The hell’s this?” Ryuji stares at them, skeptical of their contents.

“The yellow is for your head and the green one is for your knee. Take them sooner rather than later. He’ll need your help to get home.” She gets up and nudges Ryuji aside so she can pull the needle out and put a tourniquet on his arm.

Ryuji turns away as Tae performs her tasks. He stares at the pills for a moment before dry swallowing them. It can’t be helped.

Akira lets out a little groan as he starts to wake up. All of the tension falls from Ryuji’s body as he turns his complete attention to Akira. Heat is welling within his chest. His heart feels like it could burst out of him at any moment and he’d be fine with it. His best friend is okay. That’s all that matters. Akira ain’t going anywhere. He’s not leaving him.

“Akira! How are you feeling? Are you okay? Jesus Christ, you had me going there for a bit!” Even with the relief, Ryuji is entirely too frazzled.

Akira drapes an arm over his eyes and smiles. “Sorry that I scared you, Ryuji…and thanks.”

“Don’t be sorry…just…” the blond takes Akira’s other hand in his. “Don’t fucken do that again…” Ryuji begins to quiver slightly. He places his forehead against the brunet’s hand. Tear drops drip from brown eyes across Akira’s pale skin.

Tae gets up and writes a prescription. She places it next to Ryuji’s hand and walks to the door. “I’m closing shop for today. Make sure he gets home safely. And no more of whatever it is that caused this.”

The door clicks closed and the room is left in an awkward silence. Akira turns his head to look at Ryuji, whose face is still buried against his hand. He’s never seen his best friend so panicked. He pushes himself up on one elbow and strokes the mess of blond hair gently with his free hand.

As soon as Ryuji feels this, he calms a bit. He can still feel that heat throughout him. Why though? When he thought Akira could die from his wounds, he totally lost it. He then remembers how he acted toward Yusuke, not wanting anyone else to touch Akira. Not wanting anyone to take him away. There’s nothing to that, right? He was just being protective of his best friend. He raises his head only to be face to face with Akira’s silver eyes. His cheeks and ears instantly flush. Shit… this isn’t just friendship any more, huh? When did this even happen? Fuck…who cares right now.

“Hey, Ryuji? You okay there?” Akira’s features fill with concern. “Your face is red…and you’re spacing out.”

Ryuji shakes his head. “Sorry, guess I’m still on an adrenaline high, eh?” He pulls back and flashes a genuine smile. That is, until he realizes that Akira is still naked. He hurriedly searches and locates the folded clothes that were under his head and shoves them at Akira.

“Your clothes, Dude. You can’t walk home like that.”

Akira flushes a little. Ryuji catches it and his own turns into a deep crimson hue. This guy is too cute. What the hell.

Akira struggles with his clothes. Apparently he’s still pretty weak.

“This is a little embarrassing, but Ryuji…” Akira holds his shirt and pants out to the blond. “Could you help me get dressed?”

Ryuji hesitates for a moment, but takes the clothes back and starts to redress Akira.The shirt goes on without much trouble. Now the pants… Ryuji carefully places each foot in a pant leg and keeps hold of the waist.

“Ehhh…I know this is gonna be kind of awk sauce.” Ryuji’s brown eyes shift back and forth.

“What do I need to do?” Akira stares up at him, equally flushed and just as awkward.

“I need you to lean on me.”

Akira nods.

Ryuji places both of the brunet’s hands on his shoulders. “Put all your weight on me.”

“Seems like I’ve been doing that all night.” Akira catches what he says too late. That sounded really weird.

Ryuji’s entire face goes red. “C’mon, Akira, how the eff can you say shit like that at a time like this?” The blond struggles to focus properly as he eases Akira to his feet, taking the brunt of the weight into his shoulders and chest.

“Just wanted to lighten the mood a little?” The words come out muffled due to the brunet’s face lulling in Ryuji’s neck.

Ryuji tugs the pants up and buttons them closed. Akira stumbles, but Ryuji quickly catches him by the waist. He’s so slender… Ryuji huffs and lets out a frustrated noise into Akira’s neck. Akira startles, but continues to cling to his best friend.

“What’s up with you? You’re acting strange-“

“Awe fuck it…”

And with that, Ryuji hefts Akira back onto the table, cups his face, and kisses him in a single smooth motion. Akira’s eyes go wide as Ryuji’s brown eyes close. He can’t take this any more. He’s too impatient to try and take time to figure this shit out or to try and read Akira’s signals. He can make amends and excuses later. He just has to do this.

Akira leans into the kiss and clings tighter to Ryuji’s shoulders. They remain this way for a few moments before they both pull back for air.

Akira brings the tips of his fingers up to feel the slight swell of his lips. “Is…is this a confession?”

Ryuji, in shock of what he just had the guts to do, drops back to his knees and buries his face in his hands.

“Because I accept.” Akira’s face still maintains a slight flush as he smiles down at Ryuji.

Ryuji’s expression shifts from incredulous to excited to elated in a matter of seconds. “You serious?”

Akira nods.

Ryuji releases a giant sigh and smiles. He turns around and pulls Akira back onto his shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”

Akira happily leans into the warm planes of Ryuji’s back. They walk to the café in silence, relishing in their own relief and these new budding feelings.

#pegoryu #i finally got one done #sorry for being so slow #akira kusuru #ryuji sakamoto #happy birthday ryuji #fanfiction #pegoryu prompts #akira x ryuji #long post

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lesbianbruabba · 7 years ago

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Save Rock & Roll, Infinity on High, Kaleidoscope by Courtney Act and Alaska's masterpiece Anus

Save Rock & Roll

General opinion: probably my favorite Fall Out Boy album (cue gasps from aghast fans), the one that bonded my brother and I together (when we were coming out of our immature siblings-hate-each-other phase). All of the songs are great (I will admit I did not like Death Valley at first but it grew on me) and I highly encourage anyone who hasn’t seen the videos to watch because it has such a nice structure. I love the genre though.

My favorites: (this is really fukin hard tbh)

1. Young Volcanoes. It’s so hopeful and always lightens my mood. It reminds me of joy. I’ve heard many covers and none of them live up to the original because everyone tries to make it acoustic and that completely ruins the song (sorry Dodie)

2. The Phoenix - the perfect gym workout song. But I always smile like an idiot when I listen to it and then look a bit stupid. I love the lyrics and it’s my first FOB song so I am a little biased. ‘Silver clouds with grey linings’ is still one of the best fucking lines. Also incidentally very napstablooky.

3. The Mighty Fall - a recent favorite! I’m a huge sucker for rap bits. There’s not really much else to why I like it so much other than it’s catchy? (Which is also why I end up liking trashy songs but hey)

Infinity on High

General opinion: A good album that I should revisit more often (I usually pick certain songs out of this one). Good for parties where everyone is a former or current emo. I don’t have much else of an opinion because I’m not as familiar with half the songs tbh

My Favorites:

1. Hum Hallelujah - my absolute favorite FOB song (aside from the whole Save Rock and Roll album). Lyrics that took me ages to figure out but which I love, very clever but also makes me a bit sad. (see ‘Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills’)

2. This Ain’t a Scene, It’s An Arms Race - I love all the fucking memes that came out of this one. Makes me feel a bit old when I listen to it :’( still a classic, very catchy and good to shout to. Honestly reminds me of Danger Days!MCR a bit.

3. Thnks Fr Th Mmrs. Reminds me of high school and @rippling-waves - not in the lyrics but the general feel of it?

Kaleidoscope

General opinion: [side note I love that you included who Kaleidoscope and Anus are by but it’s assumed that I know the Emo stuff] Would’ve loved more tracks but it’s great as it is! I love all the tracks besides Body Parts tbh -- which I can tolerate I guess. Courtney’s singing style is always critiqued so much on reddit but I think it works very well with her drag persona :/

1. Ugly - I mean. The angstiest Courtney Act could get. Secrets are relatable shit. I like the verses mostly because the lyrics are so soft, I wish it had a better bridge? I know it captures what it felt like but :/ idk

2. Boys Like Me - It’s catchy. I wish she had a proper video for it :/ And it’s kind of underrated compared to Ecstasy or Body Parts. (which I’m a teensy bit salty about)

3. Kaleidoscope. For the gay ass video. This one makes me very happy but I will admit that I didn’t like it as much before the video, because I guess I concentrate on lyrics more and the lyrics on this track are nothing to write home about? (oops)

Anus

General opinion: like everything else Alaska does, iconic. I love all of the songs and everyone needs to listen to all of them!! Including the non-single ones because there are some great ballads.

My favorites:

1. Legendary, I love the concept of being so optimistic about death because my two opinions about death is a) I fear it and b) I want it. But the way she sang about being really serene in front of death is honestly death goals.

2. Hieee - the thing everyone really loves about Alaska is her 1000000 references. I don’t think anyone else (except for maybe Katya) could pull off such a schtick. It’s also just a really fun and funny song and fully exhibits Alaska’s humor.

3. The Shade of It All - I like a good ballad. This one was outstanding, and Courtney and Willam’s voices meld really well with hers. It doesn’t lose its bit s of humor in the song either.

Thanks for the ask!! Turns out a need for music videos + my fixation on lyircs are my inner saboteur

#sorry for the rambling and taking so long ahhh #answered #music #wednesday rambles #my favorite demon #poppling waves #england is his city #samrull

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searchforthescars · 7 years ago

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Little Beast - Chapter 6/9

It wasn’t until we were well past the middle of it

that we realized the old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers, far from being subverted, had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed.

Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us, replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes and not the doorways we had hoped for.

Murphy can’t remember the last time he has been this anxious. As he paces the diner floor during the downtime of his shift, he has to make a conscious effort not to blush or rub his sweaty palms against his jeans. Those are two obvious tells that he’s nervous, and everyone on shift today is too observant for his taste.

The date is more of a symbolic action than anything else, he reassures himself. They’d been living together since June, after all, so there’s really no need to keep up a pretense or act like anything other than his shitty self.

Then again, she doesn’t seem to think he’s that bad. That’s part of what blows his mind. Everyone he knows, including Raven, might disagree. Then again, they don’t know her the same way he does. Emori has a way of pulling empathy out of him that he still can’t understand. [Read on Ao3]

“You good?” Lincoln asks quietly as he reaches over the stove to grab a box of chips. “You’ve been lost in thought all day.”

“Yeah,” Murphy says, shaking his head. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

“About Emori?”

Murphy snorts. “That obvious?”

Lincoln gives him a smile that’s almost proud. “Only to the observant.”

“Meaning that I pointed it out to Lincoln,” Luna interjects, whacking Lincoln on the arm with the ledger as she exits the office. “He couldn’t discern his way out of a paper bag.”

“Ouch.” Lincoln shakes his head ruefully. “She just attacked my whole life.”

Murphy laughs under his breath, trying not to think about how that’s something Emori would say. Everything circles back to her these days, and the only reason it bothers him is because he’s sick of being such a sap that even Monty can get an easy rise out of him.

“Is she coming in today?” Anya asks, apparently having heard the entire exchange from the back near the refrigerators. “She’s usually wherever you are. It’s kinda cute. Or depressing,” she adds as an afterthought.

“I asked her to stay home today.” Murphy jabs at the burgers on the grill with a metal spatula. The scraping sound it makes is rewarding. “I want to actually pick her up and shit. Like a real date.”

“Language!” Jasper shouts over the counter. Monty laughs. Murphy rolls his eyes.

“It’s my kitchen and I’ll swear if I want to,” he retorts.

“Actually,” Anya corrects, “it’s my kitchen. And watch your language; there are kids in here.”

Murphy looks out into the dining room, where two families with young kids in booster seats chat amongst themselves and peer out the windows. “Sorry,” he grumbles, turning back to the food he’s supposed to be making for them and his friends, who are apparently bottomless pits when it comes to unhealthy food. It’s going to be a busy day today, and he’s only two hours into an eight hour shift.

Oh, well. At least it will keep his mind off Emori. He hasn’t thought about her this much since he realized he was in love with her. It’s not that she wasn’t memorable or important to him, it’s that she’s managed to weave herself into his life so effortlessly. He can’t remember what it was like before her. He likes it, but he’ll never admit it. The second he gets attached is the second everything goes to hell.

When he goes on his lunch break, he shuts himself in the office and opens his phone to find three new texts from Emori. He still feels warm every time he powers on the phone she gave him; it’s the nicest thing he’s owned in a long time, even if it was stolen.

Hey, the first text reads, where do you keep your mixing bowl? And spices? I don’t want to mess up your stuff but I’m trying to be useful. And I’m bored.

The second text came in an hour later. Update: found them. I didn’t burn the place down. Going for a run now. Be back in an hour.

Back , said the third text, which had come in a couple minutes before Murphy’s break started. He starts to draft a reply, then decides to just call instead. Texting frustrates her since she only has one usable hand.

“Hi, John!” She sounds happy to hear from him. Another thing he’s not used to. “Are you on your break?”

“Yeah.” He blinks hard, tries not to sound so dead inside. “It’s busy today. Everyone and their weekend-warrior mother is out on the roads.”

Emori laughs. It’s low and warm and makes butterflies explode in his stomach. “Can’t say I wish I was there.” A pause, then, “are you excited for tonight?”

He nods. “It’s all I can think about,” he admits quietly.

He can hear the smile in her voice. “Me too.”

“Oh, and I saw the jacket you left for me.” He looks at the rack in the corner of the office, where an army-green jacket with a peculiar red shoulder patch hangs. It’s unique and a little weird, but it fits well and reminds him of Emori. She had folded it neatly and left it near the cot while he was asleep, along with a note that said just because . “I really like it.”

“I’m glad.” She laughs. “Clarke thought I was crazy to buy it, but it made me think of you.”

“What were you doing, shopping with Clarke?”

He can hear the mischievous smirk in Emori’s voice. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Uh oh.” He waves at Luna when she lets herself in to sit at the desk. “Am I going to like this.”

“Probably.” The uncertainty in her voice worries him, but he knows she’ll just dodge if she asks. “You’re still picking me up at five, right?”

He nods. “Yeah. I’m ringing the doorbell and everything.”

“You’re cute, John. I’ll see you then.” She hangs up, and Murphy allows himself the barest of smiles, knowing that only Luna is in the room to judge him.

“You really like her,” Luna notes, not even looking up from the receipts spread over the desk.

“I don’t deserve her,” he retorts. “She doesn’t know about the shit I’ve done.”

“Are you going to tell her?”

“Did you tell Raven? About what you are? What you’ve done?” he asks. Luna flinches. The old familiar hatefulness fills him again. “I’m gonna take that as a no.”

“There’s no reason to.” Her voice is even, deadly calm. If Murphy didn’t know better, he’d assume she was unbothered by his comments. But he does know better, and he knows that he has just pushed on a very dangerous boundary.

“The darkness inside of me is different than what’s inside of you,” she finally says, looking at him. “You could change. Choose to be better.”

Murphy snorts. “The darkness can kiss my worthless ass.” He stands up, shoving his phone into his pocket. “What Emori knows won’t hurt her.”

“Until she finds out,” is all Luna says as the door swings shut. The thought does nothing but make Murphy’s blood run cold.

It’s a little weird ringing his own doorbell, but Murphy doesn’t mind. He brought a change of clothes to the diner and had changed after his shift, reappearing in a clean button-down and the only pair of slacks he owns. Raven and Bellamy had wolf-whistled mockingly. All Anya had done was tell him to fix his collar, but he wasn’t trying to impress them anyway, so what did it matter.

Realistically, he knows it won’t really impress Emori either. She doesn’t seem to care what he wears or how he looks, which is a relief because he usually dresses like a hot mess. But his father had prepared him for dating, and told him to always look his best when taking a girl out. The lesson is still at the front of his mind.

When Emori pulls open the door, he plans to say something, but all words fail him as he regards her. She’s in a dress. An honest-to-God dress. Murphy doesn’t know how to react. It’s plain and black, sleeves covering her big hand and a long skirt covering her boots. On anyone else, it would be ugly, but it fits her, somehow; it’s just as interesting as she is when she tries. Makeup covers the tattoo on her face – Murphy’s almost disappointed by that, but he knows she’ll be more comfortable so it’s okay – and her hair is down, falling haphazard over her shoulders and down her back.

Murphy wants to kiss her. He doesn’t, but he does close his mouth and bring his eyes back up to her face. She’s wearing an uncertain expression, her eyes fixed on the floor.

“Hey.” he tilts her chin up so she looks at him. “You look beautiful.”

She smiles slightly, her small hand fisting in her skirt. “I wanted to try something new. Do you really like it?”

He nods, taking both her hands in his. The smooth fabric of the dress glides right over her left hand. “Hell yeah.”

She exhales a breath he’s sure she’s been holding. “Good.” Then she looks him up and down - just like she had that day in his bedroom. Heat flares through him, and he briefly wonders what else the hands he holds are good for. “You look nice too,” she tells him, getting on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t know you owned nice clothes.”

“You mean you didn’t go through my drawers while I was gone?” he asks, teasingly. “I figured you would have.”

She laughs, and the tension between them dissipates. He takes her down to his car, remembers to get the door for her, and they spend the drive to the restaurant in near-silence, listening to the radio, their hands resting atop one another.

“So,” he starts after they’ve placed their orders. He had ordered for both of them, telling her to trust him. She did, surprisingly. That’s a habit she’ll have to break. “What did you need spices for?”

Emori fiddles with the fork at her place setting. “I found your recipe books. I wanted to try making something.”

Murphy frowns. “What recipe books?”

“The ones in your hall closet.” She takes a sip of water. They’re sitting outside, their table lit up by flickering lights strung above their heads. She looks ethereal in the glow.

“Oh.” Murphy remembers those now, remembers when he shoved them in there since it’s the last place he’d ever go. “You shouldn’t have been in there.”

Now it’s her turn to frown. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine.” He tries to keep anger from his voice. It’s not her fault. She didn’t know. Calm down, Murphy. “Did you make anything decent?”

She shrugs, obviously still perturbed that she accidentally invaded his privacy. “I think so. You’ll have to taste it and tell me. I don’t really know what I’m doing in the kitchen, but I wanted to do something to help.”

He reaches out, takes her small hand in his. To their left, the older couple at the bar gives them soft, reminiscing looks. “You don’t have to do anything. I like having you around; you don’t owe me anything.”

“I know, but it’s not right.” She runs her thumb over his knuckles. “I don’t feel like I’m your guest, not since…”

“Since we’re together?” he finishes. When she nods, he feels equal parts fear and happiness shoot through him. “I get it. If this becomes a long-term thing, then we’ll split things up, okay?”

She nods. “Deal.”

Neither of them knows how to do this. It becomes increasingly apparent to him that she’s unused to men treating her with respect, and he knows it’s obvious that he’s horrible at carrying on a conversation without negativity or swearing. He knows she wants to ask about the cookbooks, about his angry reaction, and maybe she will when they get home.

He’s beginning to wonder if this is a bad idea, if he needs to pull the plug on this, and ask her to leave before he falls so deep he can't pull himself out when she finally breaks his heart or leaves . He’s not an idiot – it will happen. Nothing good can stay. Not in his life. Besides, he knows she’s a conwoman and that she’s lived all over the eastern seaboard. How many guys has she done this to? Maybe their entire life together – can he call it that? – has been a lie.

He does believe her brother is dead. The nightmares are too intense, too frightening to be fabricated. But everything else could be an act. Is he paranoid? Maybe, but he’s had too many losses and betrayals to be anything less than wary.

Still, he thinks, looking over the table at her and smiling at her when she grins at him, while he has her, he’s going to try to deserve her. And when she leaves because she’s found another place or gotten bored of him, he’ll try to pick up the pieces.

“See, what did I tell you?” They’re standing on the old bridge overlooking the gap between the two mountains that make up most of the Blue Ridge range. The sun is setting in the space between them, turning the sky into a mess of orange, red and pink.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmurs, resting her head against his shoulder. Without really thinking, he presses a kiss to her hairline, ignoring the voice in his head that’s only growing louder in its insistence that this is a lie. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

He says nothing. She twists her head to look up at him. “So.” Her voice is light, teasing. “Will there be a second date?”

Murphy tightens his grip on the bridge railing. “I don’t know. Depends on how long you’re going to stay.”

Emori lifts her head and frowns at him. “What do you mean?”

Murphy sighs. “Never mind. I’m being stupid.”

“No, John.” Her voice takes a hard edge, a defensive edge. He’s never heard her like this. It makes him nervous. “What did you mean by that?”

“Just that if this is a con, it’s a damn good one.”

She thumps her big hand on the railing. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you that,” she exclaims. “John, I’m not lying to you. I want this; I want us . I want your life, and I want you.”

“For how long?” The f ear is welling up in him again, and he lets it sit in his gut, fueling his anger and harsh words . “How long until you get bored of me, bored of Virginia, and move onto the next city? The next man?”

“What?” She’s angry too, now, and incredulous. Her eyes are bright and her hair whips in the sudden wind coming in from the hills. Above them, a bird cries. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, John.”

“Then explain it to me,” he counters, “because I don’t know a damn thing about you. Not really.”

“That’s not true.” Her voice is close to breaking. The sick, selfish, broken thing in him is satisfied. “You know all the important things.”

“That’s not good enough!” His voice is loud enough to echo back to them. “Why are you here, really? What do you want? I think you’re here for a reason; I just don’t know what it is yet.”

“It’s you!” she cries, shoving her hair out of her face. “I came with you because I trust you! When you found me by the sea, I was trying to figure out a way to get back to you - to find you again.”

“You barely knew me,” he argues, not daring to consider that the thought of him had followed her for that long. “Why?”

“Because you trusted me!” she yells. “You let me stay in the diner with you, let me help you close and drove me home even though you barely knew me. You talked to me; you actually liked me. That never happens!”

“So you based everything on coming back to a shitty town to find one shitty person you didn’t even know?” He laughs. It’s cruel, mean. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Maybe…” her voice goes soft, her face turning vulnerable. “Maybe I felt safe with you. Maybe I knew that something bad was following us and maybe I would have liked to stay in your car for a little longer that night.”

Murphy stops at that, his anger dying when he looks at her, really looks, and sees her rounded shoulders and glassy eyes. “I don’t know why you’re doubting me,” she all but whispers, “and I can’t control what you think. But I want this. I want you. And I’m not leaving you anytime soon.”

He knows he should apologize, maybe take her hand or hug her. But he can’t make himself. The sting of a future betrayal still weighs on him. “Let’s go home,” is all he says, turning his back on her, knowing that she’ll follow him.

The drive back is quiet and miserable. Emori doesn’t speak until they walk through the door.

“I think you should take your room back,” she says quietly, not looking at him as she pours herself a glass of water. It feels like a rejection. Maybe she meant it that way.

“Emori…” He can’t make himself apologize. Why should he, when she should hurry up and admit that she’s using him for something that isn’t entirely honest? Nothing about her is honest - nothing that he can trust anyway.

“You don’t believe me?” Her voice rises suddenly; she’s angry now, he guesses, now that she’s had enough time to process what happened on the bridge. “Let me tell you a story, John.” She takes a step toward him, then another and another until he’s sitting on the arm of the couch and she’s standing over him, eyes hard, hands shaking.

“When I walked in my front door after you dropped me off, I had a gun to my head. My brother was on the ground, either out cold or just faking, and I didn’t have a clue what was going on. Apparently he had stolen tech from a very angry gang and a very angry supplier, and they wanted it back. Of course, Otan had already sold it, so there was nothing else they could do except make us pay up. We were locked in a warehouse for months . Sometimes they left us alone. Sometimes they didn’t. Otan smuggled tech for them a few times, but I couldn’t go with him.” She laughs bitterly. “I guess they knew my reputation for running.”

He tries to say something, but she cuts him off. “Don’t. Don’t even think about it.”

“Emori-“

“Shut up.” She runs her hand through her hair. “After a few weeks of this, the guy that took us in when we were young and taught us how to strip and trade tech showed up. Surprise, surprise. Apparently he worked with those guys now and wasn’t even a little shocked to hear that Otan had stolen from him. But he didn’t believe that Otan acted alone, even though I didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on and was scared to death. So, since Otan couldn’t cough up the tech, he set about making my life a living hell.”

She’s speaking through gritted teeth now, her eyes flashing, her hands balled into fists. Murphy is both captivated and terrified. “When they killed Otan – put a bullet through his brain, by the way, so at least it was quick – they just left me, dumped me by the ocean. I’m sure they figured I’d drown in high tide or some unsuspecting surfer would find me. I ended up in the hospital somehow and had to let them shove my knee back in place. I drew the line at any other tests, and then I ran away when the night guard got lazy.”

“So yes, John, I wanted to go back to Virginia. Because the only person who had shown me any kindness was there, and because I didn’t know where else to go. Even if I hadn’t found you, at least I knew there was somewhere I could hide.”

She rocks back on her heels, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and it’s only then that Murphy realizes she’s crying, silent tears rolling over her cheeks and down to her lips. It’s more than she’s ever told him before, and he senses that there’s more that will come out, but right now he’s killing himself over the fact that the only way he could convince her to be vulnerable was to make her angry enough to spill her guts.

He waits too long. She turns on her heel, walks silently into the bathroom, and shuts the door. He can hear her sob once, then again, before the water starts running. She comes out a minute later, face and the ends of her hair damp, and gives him an unreadable look.

“I want you to trust me, John.” Her voice is almost broken. “But if you can’t, maybe it’s better for both of us if I go.”

“Don’t,” he chokes out, finally moving, lurching forward and upward, rocketing to his feet and nearly startling her in the process. “I was a dick, Emori. I freaked out because it seems too real now, you and me, and I didn’t think about it, about how much it would hurt if you left, if you really weren’t in this for good. I was selfish, and I’m sorry.” He holds out his hand, palm up. “I want you to stay. I want you to stay for a long time.”

She regards him distrustfully, as if he’s a poisonous snake and she’s trying to decide whether or not he’ll strike. Finally, after a long breathless minute, she takes his hand, weaving her smaller fingers through his. “I have to trust you, too,” she whispers, eyes turned downward. “I was scared to sleep every night for a week even though I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. I don’t know if I’m even capable of loving someone the way you deserve.”

The room is growing dark; they had forgotten to turn on the lights when they came home. He turns on the floor lamp now, and the glow casts an eerie sheen over Emori’s face. In her black dress, she looks like a spirit. “I’m gonna choose to see your fear of me hurting you as a good sign,” she says. “It means you’re letting me in. And I like that.”

“And John?” She asks, stepping close, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I have never lied to you. That's something I can't say to anyone else.”

#dailymemori #memorifics #bombshellsandbluebells #daisytachi #lindseysfandoms #maskingtapepoetree #little beast #memori fanfiction #memori

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leadrains · 3 years ago

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let me just start editing this post so i dont flood everyone's dash

he's probably behind her

nvm he's not

she's gonna die right she wont make it

the way she got so close to escaping is kind of embarrassing for him

yeah this guy is hot

the girl is also pretty not enough hyper for her yall

ive seen the scream tv show and i can see where they deliberately copied some things

just noting that cause idk i noticed it

ayo chill with the creepy music scary stuff cant happen before sunset

this feels so long but also like it's going quickly

oh she dumb as hell i have to pause cause why tf she just step outside i hate white people

yes kick the shit out of him queen

love her i hope most final girls are this smart

did she actually figure it out 30 minutes in

watching this with hindsight is kind of irritating bc i know it's him but theyre trying to throw you on and off at the same time

yall fr dont hype up sidney enough bro

billy is a piece of shit yall will just see a man make contact with another man and go crazy

that SLIDEE yes maam dodge his ass

also bold as hell to try and kill her in school

i hope the reporter dies

principal abt 2 die

i miss video stores so bad im gonna sob

billy and his penis DONT deserve sidney she's right

blondie gonna die ig

i keep tapping out ngl

i think i know this scene? she's gonna get stuck in the garage door

YES fuck him up

rip queen

wow im already halfway through

the pacing is kind of weird

sidney no he's manipulating you babe

i genuinely dislike billy yall r deranged

idc about the cop and i hope the reporter dies and i think the camera man might die idk

nerd guy gonna die probably idk

sidney's dad is gonna be dead or sum idk

liveblogging my first time watching Scream bc i have an incessant need to comment on everything

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innisffree-blog · 8 years ago

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2016

beginning: 2016 is shiny and new tommy and special k and liam--we drink tea and cuddle sem2 begins, ugh I dislike physics i dislike class idislike work (sorting leaves, grinding dirt) BUT there is late night penguin sliding in the arb, loitering about town, Sammy slamma jamma I grow closer to the mounge people we are so annoying and terrible as a group (sd io kds sm nm sp sb pl. nb. ss jp ck. ns sd sk sh ab. etc etc) but I like being a part of this and being emancipated from the cove, an increasingly toxic place Lovely lovely people but I think glory hates me and this is an internal barrier i hate physics i dislike class i hate work (I’m not getting paid for this shit wtf) but i keep going bc “It’s all about the experience.” -Sujay Sarah + wilbur, I do not like wilbur for many reasons. i start to feel weird about sarah, my sister figure. she didn’t even tell me. glory definitely hates me, no one wants to own up to it barrier grows: • the fucking tshirts • the special fucking breakfast club • the fucking group message barrier grows, I shrink. trying to claw my way out. took a risk, made a mistake (to be cont.)  soc anx creeps back in at increasing pace I am failing physics. v day song with Nathan is a seemingly insignificant bright point dark point=all the hours I spent sorting dirt in the lab and the horror and embarrassment that is being a lowly freshman in research time goes on soccer I want to be friends with grace and Hannah etc!! Talk with grace and jon before we all move out and they were like duh we felt the same about you and this makes me disappointed and pleased at the same time, there is hope for next year w these cool people (I’ve regressed to having friend crushes) passed physics, passed everything, survived the anxiety attacks, goodbye for now umich, lessons learned jeez sem2=done, year1=done bordines! I like it there, watering flowers and rescuing snails for money. FL Cameron hates me fr now. Still don’t know why. Picnic w Mack to get back in the groove of clarkston life, she has changed a bit ROCK CAMP ROCK CAMP ROCK CAMP  (june 10 - july 10) I meet ~22 strangers in an Ann Arbor ally and we depart for Wyoming. After 3 days of driving, we arrive as a family. I love it already, minus the altitudesickness. we laugh a lot and have a good time in the mountains. i like these people a lot but especially Brady and jack b and ***MERYN WHIMSY CAMPBELL*** she is a jewel, she is a ray of sunshine, she is a princess in overalls. why did I try to reject her at first? she is so generous with her love that I couldn’t keep her out. I learned the biggest lesson of 2016 from her and she doesn’t even know it. climb a giant loaf of bread in the middle of the night to see the moonrise, barefoot & blind & by myself, a “risky bitch” -Loafie Sutz I see my shadow miles away in the sunrise on that spire thing 3 weeks in: kinda blow up and leave, walk into the wilderness by myself (bad) and swim to an island where I climb a big boulder and make new friends. I calm down. The Grand Nips are the most beautiful place I have ever spent a month, but I never want to see another minivan in my life. I (Pepino) feel at home outside. Caterpillar fights, bfast burritos, stars. Don’t want to leave. back to Michigan to rot. Try to go to mopop with Alaina but sell my ticket to sean during unnecessary study visit to A2 for the class I eventually drop out of. Sushi with sarah (sarah - Wilbur = i’m so happy abt this event that breaks her heart, I am a selfish friend) Calc ii eats me alive, I give up. More rotting. pentwater w fam, Meryn shows up. golf ball incident: I let myself blow up at dad, but Lauren is there and Alan is there and I come back feeling stronger. more rotting in clarkston. sem3! year2! I’m a mentor! so good to see everyone, I begin to appreciate Nicco a lot, become good friends with kastriot (another jewel) and others (matt and jon, etc), trash candy in nicco’s room and HOLY SHIT I love Alex so much, she is another sister figure. It's foreign to have friends who are girls. so excited abt life in mrc, living with Sarah is good and bad. happy. CONFIRMED(co Nicco): glory hates me EXPLANATION: im too friendly(?????) stumble upon ivy and shouri and keilah and I learn more abt this, they hate glory now, I fucking won the battle w my patience and kindness lolol (I hope she's moved on, I feel neutral about her)(drama is foreign to me) get rejected from EH Things are good, hanging out w old crew and rock camp ppl and the boy who i Like and needs to stop acting as though he Likes me too, v misleading sean’s bday @ the trap house / wolf shirts Housing 2017 is a mess, I am a mess :’| this issue is the tip o' the yikesburg FALL BREAK oct 15 -going up to backpack at pictured rocks with camp ppl, but I realized that I don’t rlly fit w them and also they are s l o w so I split and hike alone for 13 miles in one day, oct 16 ****this is the best day of my life**** screaming and yelling out to Lake Superior in pure joy almost falling off the cliff, seeing aaron on the trail, passing the starburst men, getting lost in a soggy forest after dark (kept my cool), getting picked up by Alan: muddy, bleeding, sweaty, thirsty, wielding a knife (Pepino the Risky Bitch™ is back) high on the sublime beauty of oct 16, 2016 oct 17 - study day, drive around Marquette with my boy tommy, climb around on an abandoned aqueduct, talk about life/love. I am so grateful for this brother of mine. oct 18- south! Pasties are gross oct 19 - bad stats test (50%) (how am I this dumb?) (everything is bad again) (this is the beginning of the descent) I stop going to class bc I can’t get out of bed. I haven’t seen my friends in forever. I don’t have friends anymore. I am trapped in my room/head. I want to die. Dropping orgo Failing stats Dropping/failing friends I want this to end. I want to jump out the window of 479 jo and fall like that raven off the cliffs. I want to pull a Chris McCandless, but I don’t have a car. Alex makes everything better by not telling me that everything is going to get better. she’s been there, she’s failed. I love having her around. Bond with tim and eduardo (woops) and alec and jiten at Chris’s house, but sober erin remembers the barriers I’ve lived on this earth for two whole decades!!(Failed a test on the same day) sad bday churros w Lauren, spent the night on the floor at her place. Meryn brought me oranges and a book about glaciers <33 seds is taking up too much of my time but it’s kinda nice. stubborn boy named haydar tries to bring me pad thai and I say no but we become pen pals anyway, now he knows too much. a good character in my life. Nicco takes an absolute SHIT on me - with one statement he discredits all the friendships I thought I had at umich. It isnt a big deal to him, it’s in the past, but it isn’t for me. barrier is complete. The ghost of glory lives on. Same day- Lauren storms out (why doesn’t she want equality??? I thought she had changed) and Kastriot picks up the pieces Time goes on, erin fails stats sem3=done, but a waste of time/resources. I hate myself. Clarkston grandma is drunk and sad Alan is there with Lauren I am kind of there pickling eggs w Mack– I still love her but man oh man she has changed Royal w tommy and nick new years at konrad’s abandoned ghost house, liam dangles me over possibly the last of the giant ass bonfires, graffiti in the barn loft. learned some stuff about konrad, but he is truly a starfish among urchins. Faith in friendship is restored by him and others and myself. I think I’ll stop hating myself now. 2017 will be shiny and new end

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