#i don’t wanna fucking feel like i did when i was 16 and was subconsciously masking and felt like shit all the time

[gregmarriage]

was thinking last night, as i was falling asleep, that caring abt what ppl think is so BORING and EXHAUSTING and i’m so OVER IT

[dollystuartwrites]

7&ME - Chapter 16 - Talk

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1075

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20]   [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

Y O U R   P E R S P E C T I V E

The whole day had passed in one infuriating sexually frustrating blur. I had cleaned Jungkook's and Taehyungs rooms as they had requested but didn't dare to enter any of the other boy's rooms.

Out of pure frustration, I had done the dishes by hand instead of loading them into the dishwasher and I had even vacuumed the living room again, just to have something to do.

I looked at my watch. It was still an hour until the boys would come back.

And I still couldn't get Namjoons dick out of my head.

I had to do something.

There was nothing for it.

I had to go and masturbate.

I went into my room, slamming the door behind me in frustration, and let myself fall on my bed.

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N A M J O O N   P E R S P E C T I V E

I had left practice a little earlier than the boys would, making something up about not feeling too well.

But in reality, I needed to talk to Y/n. She had been all I could think about for the entire day.

Normally, remembering the choreography was already difficult enough on its own, but with her on my mind...

The moments kept repeating themselves in my head.

Her face when she walked in on me. Not one of disgust or fear. But... surprise? I wasn't sure.

The way she had talked back to me, so calm and composed while normally even the other guys would cringe when I spoke to them like that.

And the way she had looked at me after she had said I wasn't the first man she had seen jerking off and that I had nothing to be embarrassed about...

Her big eyes with long dark lashes. Her cute inviting lips slightly parted, ready for me to kiss her again. The smell of her when I had been close to her...

I shook my head.

SNAP OUT OF IT!

I snapped my fingers as if I was hoping it would wake me up.

I had never met a girl like her before. Her picture on her resume had been alluring, we all agreed. But the reality of her was even more... enchanting.

It was as if, when she had entered the house, a curse or frenzy had landed on me and all the other boys. We had all been far hornier than unusual, indulging our every whim and desire. Normally we would try and hold out a bit. But now everyone was fucking everyone like we were all just horny teens again. If it would go on like this she would definitely catch us sometime soon.

The thought of it made me cringe hard.

No.

That could not happen.

We had to talk.

Although I had no idea what the hell I wanted to say to her, I knew I had to talk to her. I was just praying that I knew what to say when she was in front of me. That's how I usually did it and it had always worked out for me so far.

I threw my bag on the couch and called out her name.

No answer.

She wasn't in the living room, nor in the kitchen or on the balcony.

Next, I checked all the other guys' rooms, but she wasn't there either.

Her room was the only place left.

When I walked towards it, I noticed the door was slightly open.

Soft sounds came from her room.

Almost subconsciously, I started tiptoeing towards the door.

I peeked around the corner.

She was lying on her bed, tummy down. Her face was to the side and her eyes were closed.

Her cheeks were pink and her face was slightly sweaty. Her mouth was slightly parted and she let out small high-pitched moans and breaths.

Although I couldn't see where her hands were, I knew still.

It was as if someone had nailed me to the ground.

My joggers suddenly felt way too tight around my waist.

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen,  even though I could barely see a thing.

My heart rate instantly shot through the roof and I could feel myself starting to breathe deeply and heavily.

Her eyes opened.

She spotted me standing at the door opening.

'YAH!' Y/n gave a yelp and in a flash, she threw her pillow at the door.

She missed by a long shot but I quickly stepped back so she wouldn't see me anymore.

'WHY ARE YOU PEEPING IF YOU DON'T WANT ANY PEEPERS?' she yelled at me, her voice high pitched.

I couldn't help but chuckle even though I felt extremely embarrassed she had caught me spying on her.

'I'm sorry, your door was open,' I yelled back apologizing.

An exasperated sound came from behind the door and I chuckled again.

I could hear her footsteps, she was coming to close the door.

Just before she could slam it, I put my foot between the door and the post.

The door slammed hard into my foot.

'OUCH!' I said slightly angry, seeing her red face through the creak that was still open.

She stuck out her tongue.

'Very mature,' I said chuckling again, my foot still between the door, hurting like hell. 'Can we talk?' I asked, my mouth feeling dry.

She frowned at me as I stared back at her.

God, she was pretty, even when frowning.

'Is anyone else there?' y/n asked hesitantly. Her facial expression had changed and I wasn't sure what it was.

'They won't be home for 45 minutes or so I think,' I said shaking my head.

I had barely finished my sentence when the door was opened and I was yanked forwards by my shirt, into her room.

When she let go of me she wrapped her arms over each other in front of her chest. She was wearing the black and white version of her uniform today.

Her cheeks were still flushed red and she didn't look at me.

'What do you want, Oppa?' she asked, her tone harsher than usual.

Something snapped inside of me.

Tsundere, maid costume, calling me Oppa.

All by her.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

Talking?

Forget talking.

I needed to fuck her.

Now.

'I want you,' I growled.

[jemmahazelnut]

Dark Écriture

Summary: The magic swelled in him, draining his energy. It was more powerful than any of his previous spells. More terrible than the rune of pain, more sinister than darkness, more vigorous than the rune of fear. It was pure evil and Freed was beginning to enjoy it, knowing full well the spell would end too quickly to relish it.

Or: the story of how Freed lived with his demonic magic over the years. [Freed/Laxus]

Link: AO3

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, unnamed character deaths, morally ambiguous actions.

Notes: This is a story about Freed, his dark past and his cruel side.

Thanks to oofenflugen who has beta read my fanfic. Without his help I would never have published it. Check out his blog @cygnus-arts to see his art. He also has a profile on AO3 oofen_flugen where you can find his fanfics.

Hope you like it!

Dark Écriture

-Year X777, Dark Écriture: Death-

(16-year-old Laxus, 13-year-old Freed)

Freed had promised not to do it again. He promised it only a few months earlier, but there was no way he could keep that promise to the Master. Not when he saw those children locked up in the cells and the instruments of torture surrounding them, not when he saw the man’s cruel face, not when he heard the whimpering of the children. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t hold back his strength, much less the hatred that was beginning to rise and fill him.

Freed almost didn’t realize it, but he subconsciously raised his sword in front of him. He hardly noticed the way the Master’s grandson stared at him. He almost didn’t realize the demonic aura that enveloped him and choked the oxygen in the room. Mentally, he knew it was happening. He knew that he was breaking a promise he had made, and in doing so, he was doing something terrible that -maybe, just maybe- he would regret. But he couldn’t afford to worry about it.

The magic swelled in him, draining his energy. It was more powerful than any of his previous spells. More terrible than the rune of pain, more sinister than darkness, more vigorous than the rune of fear. It was pure evil and Freed was beginning to enjoy it, knowing full well the spell would end too quickly to relish it.

His magic caused his hair to rise. Freed's fringe lifted and exposed his face, leaving his black eye uncovered. His body burned, and he felt the pure hatred concentrated in his eye. His mind focused on a single thought.

“Death,” Freed hissed, unconsciously, as if his lips had moved on their own.

A deadly silence fell. It was as if the whole world had been silent for a moment. He no longer heard the whimpering children, the fighting upstairs, the voice of the guild leader, or that of the Master’s son. He heard nothing, and it was unreal.

A moment later the magic shot out with all its power out of his body, passed his guildmate, and struck the enemy. The dark wizard clawed at his chest, desperately trying to breathe. His body twitched, and he fell back to the ground, continuing to jerk, causing his leg to thump erratically against the wall. It was a terrible sight, and Freed was enjoying every moment of it. The dark mage's eyes filled with terror and widened. His drool poured and mixed with his blood staining the floor. The veins in his neck swelled.

It was magnificent. It was what Freed wanted, pure evil. It was what the man deserved.

It ended too quickly. In a few seconds, the man stilled, reducing himself to a corpse. Freed’s magic faded, and the ambiance of the room returned. The distant sounds of fighting and whimpering only brought Freed exhaustion.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, sword slipping from his fingers, forcing Freed to lean on his hands. Even if the spell had only lasted for a few seconds, Freed felt as if he had been fighting for hours. Sweat coated his body, and he struggled to catch his breath.

He couldn’t see the shocked gaze of the Master’s son. Freed didn't bother to check that the man was dead. He knew it was impossible.

He tried to stand up but staggered, exhausted in a way he’d only experienced a few times before.

“You killed him,” said the Master’s son. Freed smiled. Yes, he wanted to say. Yes, I did, and it was wonderful. Instead, Freed stood silently, realizing what Laxus Dreyar must be thinking.

No. It wasn’t okay. He had to go back, back to a safe place, go back to being Freed Justine. He was no longer Freed the Dark. He was no longer a killer, no longer evil. He was a member of Fairy Tail.

That awareness immediately brought him back down to earth, and he felt nausea rise in him. What had he done? He advanced towards Dreyar but staggered again and was forced to lean against the bars of a cell while he tried to regain his strength and balance.

He had broken a promise. The only promise he had made to the Fairy Tail Master. He had broken it within a few months. What the hell had he done? He began to feel the terror rising in his back, terrified that everything he had done to change had been in vain. Nausea made him double over, and Freed coughed with tears stinging his eyes.

He was a monster. A killer. Just a cursed child.

He heard Dreyar’s footsteps approaching, and Freed looked up, swallowing hard.

“I’ll take responsibility for everything,” Freed said, petrified to hear his guildmate's incoming judgment, Dreyar, however, tilted his head to the side, his eyes glittering with curiosity.

“How did you do it?” he asked.

Freed blinked in confusion.

“Excuse me?”.

“What spell is that?” Dreyar asked again. “I want to learn it”.

Freed’s eyes widened and he took a step back, straightening his back and avoiding his gaze. Was he crazy?

“You don’t want to do that,” he said. There was no way that the Master’s grandson wanted to learn how to do something like this.

“I want to know what spell it is,” Dreyar insisted. Freed shook his head.

“You can’t learn it anyway. Magic is tied to my eye,” he said. He saw Dreyar grimace and Freed turned to the children who were still locked up and crying. “I’ll tell the Master personally, for now we have to free them.”

“You don’t need to tell the old man,” Dreyar retorted. “Besides, the bastard deserved it,” he added as he opened a cell. Freed gave him a surprised look, but he didn’t say anything else. The mission wasn’t over yet.

-Year X778, Dark Écriture: Darkness-

(17-year-old Laxus, 14-year-old Freed)

Freed wanted to stop. He wanted to cry, scream and stop those attacks. He wanted to kill that darkness, kill that agony, kill the feelings suffocating him. But the only thing he succeeding in killing, were his teammates. It didn’t matter how much he fought; it didn’t matter how much he tried to free himself from the grip. The darkness enveloped him, and he was sinking inside it, letting the demon prevail over him.

Freed felt tears sting his eyes but, he was unable to escape. He couldn’t even control the tears pooling at his chin. He couldn’t do anything; his body was completely out of his control. He could only watch. Watch and suffer from every blow Laxus dealt. Watch and suffer for every blow the demon dealt.

Freed felt small, helpless, useless. But he was just that. He was just a cursed child, just a monster, just a killer. Freed put his hands to his ears in an attempt to drown out the thoughts, but nothing could stop them. Now they were there, they were constantly repeating themselves, filling his brain, echoing through every nerve.

Stop it, stop it!

But they were right; he was a monster. A monster, a murderer, he deserved that pain, he deserved to die, he deserved to sink, he deserved to disappear.

“Fucking hell, do you wanna get goddamn control back?”

Freed heard a scream and saw flashes of electricity piercing him everywhere. They stung and burned, leaving him in excruciating pain. Freed opened his eyes biting back tears, only for another punch hit him, with Laxus’ magic building stronger and stronger in ever more acute pain.

“Stupid kid, what the fuck are you doing, huh?” the voice growled again, and Freed looked up, seeing his teammate keep fighting him. Laxus was right, what the fuck was he doing? Crying and letting the demon seize control? No, he was stronger than that, he was better than that. He wouldn’t let the demon kill his team. He was a member of Fairy Tail, the Captain of the Raijinshuu, the bodyguard of Laxus Dreyar. He had to protect all three. It was his promise. No matter what, he wasn’t going to kill them.

Freed scrambled to stand but was halted by another shock. He gritted his teeth trying to bear it best he could and tried to rise from the darkness. It swelled around him and pulled him down, leaving him suffocated in the darkness. But he could still reach towards the light. Freed knew it. There was always a way to escape.

He growled and forced himself back up, ignoring the pain of lightning and the burning. He just had to think about his teammates and the guild he was a part of. He had to think of his friends, Bickslow and Evergreen. Freed ascended and for a moment stopped the blow the demon wanted to throw, only to sink into its control again.

The demon struck once more. Laxus had wavered for a moment, and the demon was more than happy to take that opportunity. Freed gritted his teeth again, scrambling a second time. The demon was launching another attack but as soon as Freed regained control he held it back. He was already sinking again, but the shock of electricity convinced him to grit his teeth and stay aloft. Then he closed his eyes and pushed all the darkness into himself, into the back of his mind, into his heart, and his soul.

When he finally felt it grow small, he forced himself to open his eyes again, only to see two orange eyes staring at him doubtfully. Laxus had a ready fist with electricity crackling.

“Hope you’re you again,” he growled, and Freed nodded.

“I’m back,” he whispered and Laxus lowered his fist.

Freed realized that he was collapsed on the ground, Laxus at his side.

“Your demon is fucking awesome but you really have to learn to control it,” Laxus snapped as he walked away. Freed didn’t move. He still felt numb from the shocks, dizzy from the fight, and tired as if he had exhausted all of his energy.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Bickslow and Evergreen rushed to his side and helped him sit up. Freed grimaced but held back a groan, even though he could feel injuries covering his skin. It wasn’t the first time he fought Laxus, but God, that was painful. Freed glanced at Laxus and noticed that his leg was injured.

Freed reached out to him.

“I’ll heal your wound,” he said, partly to apologize, partly because he felt guilty. Laxus gave him a dirty look.

“It’s nothing,” he retorted grumpily and stood up. Freed noticed that he was staggering a bit and felt even worse. However, he didn’t dare say anything knowing his pride. Laxus glanced at him as Freed got to his feet, aided by Bickslow and Evergreen. “You should fight with that demon more often, he’s fucking strong,” Laxus said with a grin.

Freed looked up with widening eyes, wondering if he was crazy.

“You saw what happens if I do.”

Laxus rolled his eyes and snorted and took a step toward him. Laxus was close, close enough that their foreheads were almost touching. Freed looked up.

“This happens because you don’t train, kid. You just have to get stronger than the demon, that’s why he takes control.” Laxus turned away and walked away. “Now let’s get this fucking reward, I don’t want to waste any more time.”

Freed couldn’t argue and followed Laxus, refusing the help of Bickslow and Evergreen. As he watched the blond with admiration and respect, a thought formed in his head. Maybe Laxus wasn’t all wrong, maybe the only thing he needed to resist the demon was training.

-Year X781, Freed the Dark-

(20-year-old Laxus, 17-year-old Freed)

“For a kid who wants to follow the rules, you break them quite often.”

Freed’s head jerked up in surprise at the voice. Laxus Dreyar. How did he find him? Freed made sure he wasn’t being followed by anyone when he walked away from Magnolia.

“How did you find me?” he asked aloud this time.

“Easy, I saw that the mission I wanted to take was gone and that you were gone too,” Laxus explained, sitting beside Freed. “Now you have to explain to me why you took a class S mission, especially when you know it’s forbidden,” Laxus commented, crossing his arms behind his head and throwing him a curious look.

“I’ll take full responsibility for my actions,” Freed assured, deflecting the question and staring straight ahead. He didn’t plan on coming back. He would complete that mission at any cost.

“Not if you do it with me,” Laxus retorted. Freed remained silent, refusing to reveal his true motive. “Then I’ll guess,” the Dragon Slayer challenged, glancing at Freed from head to toe.

“You hide under a cloak, in the past this place was headed by Lord Justine, and the mission requires to break a demonic curse written in strange purple characters. I suppose you or your family created the curse, right?” he inquired, and Freed pursed his lips, nervous. The last thing Freed wanted was for anyone to know his past, or to know his family.

“So? Are you going to explain it or do I have to find out all by myself? Because I will,” Laxus challenged. Freed stared at his hands, peering at his guild mark. He knew that Laxus would find out. He was one of the most skilled wizards he knew, and not just physically. It didn’t take a genius to understand that this mission had to do with Freed or his family.

Freed sighed and then looked up at Laxus, who was watching him expectantly.

“Okay,” Freed said. “But you have to promise me that you’ll never tell anyone about it.” Laxus nodded and Freed resolved to speak.

“You’re right, I was the one who launched the curse five years ago. I lived in that villa with my parents” he said, indicating with a nod of his head the large villa located on the hill, surrounded by a black fog, the same one breathed into the city, and the reason the city had asked Fairy Tail for help. “I was part of the Justine family; my father was the lord. It’s not like they really headed over this city. Theoretically, they had no rights other than the territories behind the hill. However, they were feared by everyone for their strength,” he said. “And a few years ago,” he paused for a moment, uncertain. “A few years ago, there was a bad fight, which led to the birth of the curse,” he concluded.

Laxus raised an eyebrow and peered at him.

“I guess that’s not all,” he said. Freed looked away.

“Details aren’t important.”

Laxus snorted and stood up.

“Okay, then let’s go and destroy this curse. I guess I’ll find out of the rest when we get there.” Laxus started towards the hill and Freed hurried after him, making sure his cloak still covered his face well.

“We won’t go into the villa,” he objected.

“It’s not for you to decide” was the dry reply of Laxus.

-

Freed wasn’t satisfied. He had destroyed the curse in minutes. It was child’s play, but Freed certainly didn’t feel good at it. Since he created the curse, it was quite obvious that eliminating it would be easy. Revisiting the villa had brought back only old memories. Old and terrible memories, and in that moment, Freed had decided that he was going to destroy that house.

He had done it, now he could only look ahead of him at the rubble of what had once been his home. But he still wasn’t satisfied and wanted to let years of anger and fear out. He would eliminate his past, destroy it definitively, destroy every little existence of the Justines, destroy everything that bound him to that place, but he couldn’t do it. He growled as he put his hands on his thighs, exhausted from the amount of magic he had used. An exaggerated amount, since he could have destroyed that building with much less. But he needed to let off steam, and he still needed it.

A new wave of dark magic rose, but he felt Laxus’ hand rest on his shoulder and a felt slight jolt run through him.

“That’s enough,” he said. Freed turned to him, gritting his teeth.

“No,” he growled.

“By now you’ve nothing else to destroy. What you’re doing is pointless and senseless,” the Dragon Slayer retorted harshly. Freed pulled away from his hold.

“Pointless and senseless?” he repeated furiously and again a wave of energy surrounded him. “You’ve no idea what I had to go through, you’ve no idea how much I want to destroy everything here” he growled and Laxus looked at him with an indecipherable expression.

“Tell me then,” he said. Freed turned to the castle, refusing to do anything like that. Laxus wouldn’t have understood anyway, he doubted anyone could. Seeing the rubble and dirt he had raised pissed him off even more. Laxus was right. It was useless, destroying the castle wouldn’t change his past. It wouldn’t change who he had been, nor who he was at that moment.

Frustrated and furious, he collapsed to the ground, trembling and feeling a sudden urge to cry. He didn’t, because Laxus was there and he wouldn’t show himself so vulnerable. He was silent and strangely Laxus sat down next to him, staring at the rubble and silently lighting a cigar.

They stayed like that for a few minutes until Freed’s nerves compelled him to speak.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“I’m waiting for the story” was the simple reply from Laxus, who glanced at him, throwing out a puff of smoke. “You hated your parents, didn’t you?”

“I hated my father,” Freed clarified. “I still hate him.”

“Parents can be assholes,” Laxus commented. “So, what did he do?”

Freed almost laughed. He mentally filed through the very long list of things his father had done and hadn’t. The longer he thought about his father the more he resented him, and the more he wanted to go back in time and exact revenge. Now that he was dead, Freed had lost his chance.

“My parents were mages, but they weren’t very powerful. However, they were both very fascinated by wealth and dark magic” he began to explain chronologically, despite the difficulties to remember it in order. Laxus let him speak and Freed continued, unsure why he was telling Laxus. He had never thought of confiding in anyone, and the Dragon Slayer certainly wasn’t his first choice. But he was here now.

“They did business with dark guilds. They found items for them and sold them, or they bought items to then resell to others. Our house was full of those things, and I was a curious child, I wanted to know more. I was fascinated by everything related to magic, so one day I opened a book and read a spell. There was a demon in that book, and I saw that with that spell I could capture his soul and have his magic. My father didn’t pay much attention to me, he thought I was just a child with no magical talent, no matter what I did. I wanted to prove otherwise, so I cast the spell and united our souls.”

“You were a child and was already able to do something like this?” Laxus asked.

“Yeah,” Freed replied. “I think I’ve already proven to be skilled,” he commented coldly and Laxus just gave a half-laugh, puffing more smoke and waving him on.

“It actually worked. I caught my father’s attention all too well. At first, I lost control and feared he would treat me even worse, but he didn’t. He saw potential and he decided to train me. I was very happy, so I did what he said,” Freed said and stopped for a moment, thinking about the training his father had forced him to do. He clenched his hands in two fists and a new wave of hatred overwhelmed him.

“I told you the Justine family was feared. Well, it was because of me. When someone dared to challenge my father, he would bring that person to me and tell me to torture or kill him. Every now and then he even made me do it in public, in the town square. Everyone began to fear him and my father was happy, he felt himself the master of the city” Freed stopped for a moment. “My mother wasn’t happy, and she told me it was wrong to do it, and I knew it. So, one day I refused and… my father blocked my magic and made me understand that refusing him wasn’t allowed, especially in front of other people”.

“Did he beat you?” Laxus asked.

“Yes,” was the dry reply and Laxus snorted.

“Asshole” he growled and Freed turned to him, feeling a little understood. Maybe that was the reason he was comfortable sharing with his teammate.

“My father became more pretentious and crueler. Both with the wizards of the dark guilds, with the city, and with us. I don’t know if it was the wealth or the amount of magical power, he had accumulated that drove him out of his mind, but it happened. And one day he killed my mother,” he said in a distant tone as if he wasn’t talking about his family but something foreign to him.

“I was there, the two of them were arguing because of me and then they started fighting. I knew my dad would win, but I was scared, so I didn’t even try to stop him. My mother was a good woman, I loved her, and since all the children in the city feared me, she was the only person I could have fun with. She was the only one who really loved me. She died because of me in front of my eyes, and I didn’t even try to save her,” he said coldly, reviewing the images of her in his head as if they were part of a movie. He would never forget his mother’s expression, her screams, her lifeless body.

“My father destroyed her body. When I realized she was dead I went mad and my demon took over. I tried to kill my father, but I was still too weak and he stopped me. My father locked me in a room for weeks, torturing me to make me understand who was in charge and what would happen if I failed his orders. I think that’s when I truly started to hate him.”

“I hated him. I hated him so much you can’t imagine. But instead of taking that anger out on him, I took it out on all the innocent people he brought in front of me. If I was hesitant to torture people before, at that moment I began to enjoy it. He was proud of me, but the more he was, the more I hated him”.

“I’ve never forgiven him. I’ve never forgotten that day, and for years I’ve prepared a revenge for him. I wanted to destroy him. But I didn’t want to just kill him, I wanted him to suffer, I wanted him to feel what I had felt all those years, what my mother had felt before she died. And I wanted to take everything away from him. So, I studied for a long time in the library, looking for the most frightening spells, until I found a forbidden curse”.

“This curse would have locked people into an eternal Hell. I was excited, I couldn’t wait to torture him and the men most trusted by him. I prepared everything in advance, away from everyone. I drew the runes around the entire villa. It took me half a year. Every time I thought about the final spell, I enjoyed the sights, I imagined my father’s expression, I imagined him crying, I wanted to make him cry.” Freed’s words poured out of his mouth uncontrollably.

“And finally, the day come. It didn’t go the way I wanted. Even though it had taken me half a year to prepare it, I wasn’t powerful enough. The curse hit my father and it worked. But for only three days. I stayed there for three days hearing my father’s screams and I was delighted. But after only three days he died, I no longer felt anything. I made sure he was really dead, and I was so angry that I destroyed his body. But I still wasn’t satisfied. But it was over now, I couldn’t do anything else. So, I left. I wanted to live in the city, but I heard what they said about me. They all hated me, they called me the monster, the cursed child or Freed the Dark. I left and vowed never to come back,” Freed concluded. Laxus was silent and Freed continued to stare at the rubble for a long time. No words were exchanged between the two.

“This mission was because of the curse. Something went wrong and filled the city with fog,” Freed explained after a while.

“Your father is even worse than mine,” Laxus commented and turned to him. “At least you managed to take revenge.”

“I don’t deserve to be part of Fairy Tail,” Freed murmured, sadness enveloping him.

“You do,” Laxus sternly retorted.

“I’m just a monster,” Freed sighed. Laxus snorted and put out his cigar.

“You’re not what your father decided for you,” Laxus consoled. “You’re much better, and you’ve already proved it. You deserve to be a part of Fairy Tail more than anyone else.” Freed turned to him, surprised at the statement said with complete certainty. Laxus had never been very sensitive, yet he was here. He had listened to him and hadn’t changed his mind about him. Indeed, he had Laxus’ respect and friendship, and it made Freed feel accepted and warm inside. Laxus put his hand on his shoulder.

“You’re a skilled wizard and a good person. And you’re so much better than anything your dad has ever led you to believe,” he added, and Freed could only look into his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by those words in a way that had never happened. “So don’t be ashamed of who you are. Take off this cloak and show that you’re different from your father,” Laxus said and stood up, holding out his hand. Freed took it and stood up without hesitation.

“Thanks,” Freed murmured. Laxus grinned.

“Although, I have to say, Freed the Dark sounds quite threatening. Maybe you should start using it.” Laxus started down the hill. Freed watched him for a while before following him, feeling his heart beating madly. If Laxus, the person who most represented Fairy Tail, told him that, then Freed had no doubt he was right.

I swear Laxus, you won’t regret putting your trust in me, Freed thought, as he walked beside him.

-Year X791, Dark Écriture: Fear-

(23-year-old Laxus, 20-year-old Freed)

The brush ran smoothly through the boy’s hair, who looked at himself in the mirror. He was sitting on the big mattress, and behind him, his mother was singing softly, fixing his hair. Freed hummed the melody to himself and moved his fingers to the rhythm of the song. When the woman put the brush on the bedside table, she smiled in the mirror.

“You like it?” she asked.

Freed ran a hand through his hair, which reached over his shoulders and shrugged.

“It’s just hair,” he said automatically. A phrase that his father constantly repeated every time he saw Freed brush it.

“You don’t like it?” the woman asked softly.

“Father doesn’t care” was the next automatic reply.

“Your father isn’t here,” the woman said and rested her chin on his shoulder. “What do you think about it?” she asked again. Freed observed himself for a long time in the mirror.

“I like it,” he said. His mother smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Then she sat cross-legged on the mattress and grabbed a large hardcover book. Freed turned to her, suddenly curious and excited.

“Will you read me a story?” he asked, and the woman nodded, smiling, looking down at the first page and beginning to read. Freed rested his head on the palms of his hands, curious about the new book.

His mother continued to read aloud, but it became a distant murmur. He heard a scream and then some crying and looked around, trying to understand the sudden foreboding changes. He turned to the mirror but didn’t see the reflection of a child, but that of a teenager. His hair now reached his waist, his face was sharper.

He turned back and was no longer in his room. He was in the garden of his villa, holding a sword. A woman in front of him was crying and pleading. Freed couldn’t understand what she was saying, but of one thing, he was sure. That woman was terrified, and she didn’t want to die. By now, however, her fate had been set.

Freed felt the darkness envelop him, the heat rising through his body. His right eye burned and all his muscles were tense. His lips moved on their own and a single word came out.

“Death,” he whispered.

For a moment, silence fell around him. He no longer heard screams, no tears, no pleas. It was an abnormal silence as if the whole world had fallen silent. The woman put her hands to her chest, winced a couple of times with wide eyes, and then fell back to the ground. A helpless body with a blank expression on her face. Her eyes were full of the terror that had struck her in the moments before death took her.

Freed looked at her and lowered his sword, exhaustion hitting him suddenly. His energy disappeared, and he collapsed. But he didn’t have to. He could stay up, stand up, he didn’t have to let him down.

A hand rested on his shoulder.

“I’m proud of you,” his father said.

Freed raised his head. Two large bright green eyes met his. The little girl was screaming.

“Mom! Mom!” she screamed and Freed stepped back.

“Murderer! Murderer!” the little girl screamed. Freed backed away and crashed into a wall.

“You’re a killer! Give me back my mom!” she kept screaming and Freed wanted to run away. He turned but couldn’t run anywhere. In front of him was the body of Cana, lying in the rubble. Freed stopped and the sword fell from his hands. He was shaking. He wanted to turn around and leave and never return. But he knew that if he did it, it would be worse. That something even worse would happen. The darkness would follow.

As if forced to do so, his face turned to the right. Elfman was there, also lying on the ground. He was perfectly still; his chest was covered with the rune that had killed him. Above him, Mirajane was crying, and she was screaming, and her screams filled his ears.

“Murderer! Murderer!” Freed desperately turned, tried to escape, but stumbled through the rubble, fell to the ground and sank, under the earth. It was all dark, and he felt lost. He tried to fly. He had to get out of there. He had to escape. He had to find a way back home. But something was holding him down.

“Freed” the voice calmed him instantly. Freed turned and was greeted by Laxus.

“Freed,” he repeated, and Freed tried to get closer.

“Laxus, I’m sorry,” Freed breathed through tears.

“You killed him.”

Freed stopped short and Laxus looked away. Whatever void Freed had fallen into had vanished, and he was back down on earth. He was in the center of Fiore’s arena. And in front of him, there was another dead body. Ivan. His armor was shattered; his body was full of wounds. Blood stained the ground beneath him. His eyes were wide with pain and fear. Freed took a step back.

“You killed him,” Laxus said.

Freed looked up, perhaps for a savior, or any sense of peace, but in the stands, there were members of Fairy Tail. They hated him, everyone hated him. He caught the Master’s furious gaze and Freed was still under his glare.

Makarov raised his hand and a powerful light radiated from his palm, Freed tried to bring his arms in front of him to defend himself, pleaded that it wasn’t him, but it was useless. He was outnumbered and outmatched when everything went white.

-

Freed jumped up, his heart pounding in his chest and sweat sticking his clothes to his body. Terror ran through him and Freed inhaled deeply to attempt to calm himself.

‘It was a nightmare,’ he thought. ‘It was just a nightmare’ But it didn’t help him, because he knew it wasn’t just a nightmare. Because he knew he had really killed that woman years ago. Because he knew he had risked killing Elfman and Cana. Because he knew that when he saw Ivan in the arena, he felt that sudden desire to let himself go to the darker side. Because he wanted to kill the father of the person he loved.

Freed put a hand to his chest feeling his still racing heart. He wanted to throw up and cry.

“Freed, are you okay?”

Freed looked up suddenly. It was Laxus. The boy sat by the fire they had built on their way home from a mission. Freed scanned their campsite. There were two sleeping bags, the small fire, and their backpacks placed on the ground. They had decided to walk home so that Laxus wouldn’t have to take the train.

“Freed?” Laxus called him and Freed turned to him and smiled slightly to reassure him.

“I’m fine, I just had a nightmare,” he explained as he stood up and got out of the sleeping bag. He realized that his clothes were indeed damp with sweat and his hair was sticking to his neck and his clothes.

“You’ve been getting them a lot recently, is something bothering you?” Laxus asked. Freed shook his head.

“No,” he replied simply and sat next to him in front of the fire, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. But Laxus was right, he had been having nightmares for weeks, about his past, about his mother, about the people he had killed, about the people he could have killed, and about the ones he wanted to kill.

He'd had nightmares in the past, namely the Battle of Fairy Tail, and just as he finally began to overcome them, the Grand Magic Games brought them back in full force. And as much as he wanted to banish those thoughts, he just couldn’t seem to do it.

He felt Laxus’ arm around his shoulders.

“Don’t you want to talk about it?” he asked and Freed closed his eyes, leaning against him and closing his eyes. Talk about it with him, of all people? He who had asked him to kill his guildmates? He who was the son of the man Freed wanted to torture to death?

“No,” he said, “I’ll pass.”

He felt Laxus’s gaze fixed on him and his arm comforting him.

“You said my name,” the blond said, and Freed stiffened. “You said my name and then yelled that you weren’t the one who killed them,” he said tonelessly. “You know, I’ve never thought about it too much but I can’t believe I asked you to do something like that. I used you like your father did and I’m sorry. I know you’ll never forgive me but…”.

“I’ve already done that,” Freed said. “We’ve already talked about it. I forgave you Laxus, completely. The only person I haven’t forgiven is myself”.

“My fault,” Laxus murmured.

“No,” Freed tried to say reassuringly. “Laxus, darkness has been with me for a lifetime, it wasn’t you who pulled it out, it wasn’t you who put it in, and it wasn’t you who made me hate it,” he said forcefully. “You helped me instead to make me accept it as part of me, and even though I’m still working on it, it’s to your credit that I can now control the demon. It’s to your credit if I don’t feel horrible for everything I’ve done”.

“But you still have nightmares about the battle of Fairy Tail,” Laxus muttered and Freed shook his head.

“Trust me, that’s not the cause of my nightmares,” he said.

“So, what’s it?” Laxus asked.

Freed didn’t answer. He stared into the flames in front of him while he thought back to the nightmare he had had, the destroyed body of Ivan, the pleas of that woman. Freed didn’t think those nightmares would ever go away, but that wasn’t Laxus’s fault, it was the fault of the darkness that accompanied him and the evil he was hiding and that he was trying to control.

“My greatest fear” he answered simply. He let himself be enveloped by his friend’s embrace.

-Year X793, Dark Écriture: Suffering-

(25-year-old Laxus, 22-year-old Freed)

Freed could still hear the screams of terror of the enemies. He could still hear their pleas and their cries, their prayers, and their despair. And the more he heard them, the better he felt. The more he heard them, the more satisfaction grew inside him. The more he looked at their faces full of terror and pain, the more his soul laughed. There was no escape from that rune and Freed enjoyed every single moment of it.

He wanted it. He wanted to make them feel small. He wanted to make them feel powerless; he craved their terror. He wanted to make them pay for everything they did to his teammates. He wanted them to feel the way they did. He wanted to hear them pray for death. At that point, perhaps Freed would have satisfied them. Though he probably wouldn’t have indulged them.

They deserved it; they had asked for it. They had mistreated his comrades and still had laughed at it. They had enjoyed Fairy Tail’s momentary helplessness. Now it was his turn, and it was right. And if that wasn’t right, Freed didn’t care. It was he who made the rules.

Freed walked down the corridor going out into the fresh air and closing off the screams with the door behind him. He almost wanted to stay there and listen to them longer, but he knew that if he did, he'd seriously risk going mad and giving in to his dark side. And as much as he enjoyed having that dark power, he knew it was best not to go too far.

He walked away and entered the woods, passing all the trees in the shadows of the night and reaching the small stream near Magnolia. He sat down on the ground and looked at the water in front of him.

He didn’t want to get carried away by rage or fury, but he was far too happy to hear those screams. And even though he could no longer hear them now, just knowing that those men were still suffering filled him with a terrifying joy. He knew he would have to let them go sooner or later. He had to do it, fearing his sanity would disappear with each scream.

He heard footsteps behind him and then a voice.

“Are they still in there?” Laxus asked as he sat down behind him and wrapped him in a hug, pulling Freed against him and resting his head against his chest.

“Yes,” Freed said. “They were already begging,” he said with a sadistic smile and felt Laxus’ arms squeeze him even more. Freed felt himself returning to reality and realized what he had said and in what tone. “Sorry, I sound like a monster.” He knew that Laxus avoided gratuitous violence. He could kill someone or fight them if he was pissed off, but torture wasn’t his style. God, he must have found Freed awful. His stomach sunk at the thoughts, but still, Laxus’s proximity helped him. The blond rested his chin on his shoulder.

“I knew who you were from the moment I met you,” he said. “And I never thought you were a monster, you know.”

“I know,” Freed agreed softly. It still seemed strange to him, but it was true. Laxus had never been afraid of him, and he had seen some terrible things.

“Don’t keep them in there any longer,” Laxus murmured, leaving him a kiss on the neck.

“They deserve it,” Freed objected.

“Yes,” Laxus agreed. “But you don’t, and I’d rather you stay with me.”

Freed didn’t answer, knowing what Laxus meant. And he was right, he didn’t have to give up. He could have fun, but without completely abandoning himself. He closed his eyes and leaned completely on Laxus, who was now holding him in a loving embrace that Freed probably didn’t deserve. Even that didn’t interest him. Laxus loved him, Freed loved him, and that was one of the few pure things in Freed’s life. He wouldn’t let him go.

“You know Laxus,” Freed said after a while, placing his hand on Laxus’s and stroking it slowly. “Sometimes I like to be a monster”.

[eideticmemory]

FINE LINE | SPENCER REID

Two decades and two children later, you and your ex-husband learn to navigate the world of co-parenting.

Word Count: 2,604.

Warning: Daddy issues, mommy issues, angst, drama, romance. Love to see it.

You could feel it. The light illuminating your face, touching it with a gentle heat that made your eyes flutter open. Your head felt heavy, as if your neck was attempting to support the weight of a canon ball. You rested your skull on the back of the chair you sat in, eyelids dropping just above your irises. Just in the distance, you could make out a cinema screen. Large, blurry, projecting a bright white screen.

Her image appeared in the center of the square, perfect, in place, still. But you could make out the grin on her face. Watching her dark red lips release the words, “Hello, sleepyhead.”

You could just barely muster up the strength to part your lips, pushing out a small gust of air. It was hot and made your mouth feel like it was on fire.

“H—“

“Oh,” she interrupted you, gently, quietly. You jumped at the feeling of her touching your arm, her palm tight around your forearm. She was cold, freezing, but you could still feel warmth radiating off of her. “I’m afraid you can’t stay too long this time. It’s time to wake up.”

“Hm?” You whined. “Mm?”

“Wake up,” she repeated. “C’mon, wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake u—“

“Up!”

You jolted, violently, harshly, your eyes springing open to reveal the usual sight of your bedsheets.

“Mom, wake up,” an exasperated voice sounded from beside you, the words catching your attention instantly. Tightly.

“Huh?” You mumbled, flickering your eyes up to the figure at your side, sitting on your bed, looking at you with a concerned stare. “Hm?”

“Are you alright?” Eden asked. Sunlight shone on her face, giving her the appearance of an angel. Sent to wake you, pull you back into reality. “What were you dreaming about?”

You let out a long sigh, as if you could even begin to explain your subconscious mind to your 15-year-old daughter. “Oh, y’know,” you whispered, sitting yourself upright and resting back against the headboard. “Just...lions, and tigers, and bears.”

“Oh my,” Eden responded, her big brown eyes concentrated on your face.

You chuckled underneath your breath, and let out a quick huff. “Oh, shoot, is your brother up?”

“He’s up, he’s dressed, he’s fed, and reading the Illiad.”

“Oh?” You stepped out of bed, pulling the duvet over your legs to reveal your pajama pants. “What happened to War and Peace?”

“He finished that yesterday.”

“He gets quicker every hour,” you shook your head.

“It’s a genius thing,” Eden shrugged. She fiddled with the ends of her hair, watching the strands brush over her fingers as she chewed her lip. “Hey, mom?”

“Yeah, kid?” You replied, standing in the bathroom mirror as you began to get ready for the day.

“You—you know dad, right?”

You stopped in your tracks, any and all movements coming to a halt. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and you spun on your heels, slowly, until you came face to face with Eden. “Uh . . . your dad?”

“Yes.”

“Tall? Long, brown hair? Hazel eyes? Has a birthmark on his right thigh?” You listed, toothbrush hanging from your mouth.

“Ew,” Eden cringed. “Yes.”

“Never met him in my life,” you shrugged.

“Mom.”

“Kid,” you tilted your head, face softening as you realized how nervous she was. “What’s up?”

She sighed, ducking her head down to avoid eye contact. “I invited him to my sweet 16.”

“Oh.” It came out like reflex. You said the word before you could fully process the information.

“Are you mad?”

“No—huh? E,” you rushed to sit beside her. “You don’t have to hide inviting your father from me—you—you don’t have to invite your father at all. He’s always welcome to visit on your birthday. And of course he should be at your sweet sixteen.”

“Really?” Eden questioned, eyebrows raised. “So, it will be a nice day? A nice party? Everyone will be nice to everyone?”

“Yes, yes, girl scouts honor.”

“Good,” she nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

“Oh, babe,” you murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear. “It—“

“Mom!” A shrill voice struck both of you with fear, coming out of nowhere.

“Yes, my love?” You directed at Emerson, watching him fidget with his hands in the doorway. His shaggy brown hair covered his face slightly and his button up was tucked into his khaki shorts.

“My chess tournament starts soon, are you coming?” He asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world, kiddo. You and your sister go downstairs while I get dressed.”

They’re obedient, your kids. Kind, driven, smart — with an average IQ of 187.5. The could take over the world if they really, really wanted to. But they don’t. They just want to go out for pizza, and get their twenty dollar allowance every week, hang out with their friends, focus on school, and . . . to see their father. You solemnly set your toothbrush down in the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror — tired, worn out, nauseous from another . . . dream? Nightmare? You’re not sure, and frankly, you don’t want to think about it.

So, you pushed on. You got dressed, fixed your hair, used light makeup to cover your exhaustion. Stepping out into the bedroom, your eyes quickly fell on your cellphone — the device laying on your bedside dresser. Hands on your hips, you shook your head, telling yourself not to do it. It’s not necessary, it’s overbearing to even think about.

Then, you remembered who you were dealing with here. And you rushed over to picked up the phone.

“[y/n] Reid,” he beamed. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I heard you talked to E,” you whispered, pacing back and forth in your bedroom.

“I did,” Spencer confirmed. “She called me the other day.”

“To invite you to her birthday party.”

“Yes.”

“And are you planning on coming?” You asked.

“Of course I’m planning on coming. It’s my daughter’s sixteenth birthday.”

“Right, right, it’s not like you missed her fifteenth, or thirteenth, or her twelfth, or her actual birth, or anything.”

“[y/n]—”

“Listen, I didn’t call to argue, or even talk,” you sighed. “I just called to tell you that this party isn’t an option. You will be here Saturday at 10 o’clock sharp, you will help decorate, you will spend time with your children, and you will make this the best damn day Eden Reid has ever had. Understood?”

“I have to help decorate?”

“Spencer—“

“I will be there. 10 o’clock. I will help decorate, I will spend time with my children, I will make this the best damn day Eden Reid has ever had. I understand.”

You released a quiet huff, like your lungs couldn’t stand to hold the breath any longer. “Thank you.”

Spencer let out a soft, sad laugh, “Haven’t done that in a while.”

Chess gives you anxiety. You understand it. You can conceptualize it, and even play it. Well. But the bubbling in your stomach every time you witnessed a game — particually one where your eight year old son is playing — comes back to haunt you again and again. You don’t worry about Emerson, he can take care of himself. He’s like his father in that way, the game is in his blood. But the tension, the speed, the risk. It made your breath lodge in your chest, and every so often, you had to sigh to regain control.

The only thing that could pull you from that stress is Em. Emerson Derek Reid, the little half smile on his face when he wins a match. It makes the three hour tournaments worth it. Watching your boy play against college level students who have been playing all their lives. Yeah, so has he.

He jumps off stage in an excited state, rushing towards you with open arms. “You’re a tiger, kid!” You exclaim. “You killed it.”

“Thank you, thank you,” he shrugged. “It’s really my opponents’ fault, they wouldn’t know a queen from a rook if it was looking them in the face.”

“Ooh, cat fight.” E remarked, causing Em and you to laugh.

“Hey,” you said. “Since you’re both already out of school today . . . wanna play hookie?”

“Mom? I am shocked!” E gasped, trying hard to contain a laugh.

“Oh, c’mon, we never get to hang out anymore since you guys started these college classes and my business went up. I’m off work, you’re already out of class, let’s just do it. Let’s go shop and eat and hang out and I will write you guys an excuse for tomorrow, okay?” You rambled, putting your hands to their shoulders.

Em and E looked at each other, and after a minute, they looked up at you and nodded.

Your very, very favorite people on the whole planet.

You took them to the mall. Bought Em some new clothes, but he wasn’t really interested. You and E did most of the picking. He sat in the corner of the store reading and only participated to try on outfits you guys had picked out. You both squealed and told him how cute he looked, and he scrunched up his nose. Just like . . .

And then you bought E some shoes, some vans. There was a huge sell, and she fell in love with everything she tried on. And you fell in love with seeing her happy so you ran up a bill.

“Okay, which one of us is dying?” E said as you sat at lunch. Em bursted out laughing.

“Wha—neither of you! I just wanted to spoil you guys. You kill yourselves all week with school, even though it’s summer. And I never see you, that’s all.”

“Mhm,” Em hummed, an unconvinced look in his face as he eyed his sister. “I bet someone died.”

“Em!” You exclaimed, E’s laughter blending in. “God, you guys are morbid.”

“Our parents both worked in the FBI, we’re basically trained,” E giggled.

Just then, you got a call. Work. Fuck. You stood from the table and stepped outside, excusing yourself first.

“[y/n].”

“Can we close the Pickett case tonight?”

“Raven . . .”

“I don’t want that boy in that house for one more second. [y/n], I will send you more of my notes, but . . . read them, read them. You will understand. Please.”

You sighed, “I’ll be there at ten. If you are not there at ten . . . I’ll wait for you. Let’s do it.”

“Thank you! Thank you, thanks! Bye. Sorry. Bye.”

You took in a deep breath and shook your head.

Nothing was going to spoil your lunch. Not today.

The car ride home, the three of you vibed to music. Your kids knew every word to Fleetwood Mac’s discography and it was your greatest accomplishment. They even developed their own dance routine to Dreams when they were younger.

Your very, very favorite people on the whole planet.

You pulled up to your house, and as you approached the driveway, you saw a familiar car parked out front. Your stomach flipped, caved in, skipped, hopped, and jumped.

Words can’t even described what it did when you saw him.

Sitting on the porch swing.

“Dad?” Em exclaimed loudly in excitement. You parked in the driveway, eyeing Spencer the whole time.

“Dad?” E said quietly, confusion in her voice. “Did you—“ She directed at you, interrupted by her brother hopping out of the car.

Em ran up to Spencer, and his father scooped him up in a quick motion, spinning him around and kissing his head.

You let out a quick huff, turned to E and smiled, “C’mon, go say hi.”

You followed E out of the car, and watched as she tip toed towards Spencer. She suddenly skipped and jumped into Spencer’s arms.

“Hey, dad,” she said.

“Hey, kid!” He replied, before putting her on her feet. “Your hair is getting so long!”

“Yeah,” she twirled her hair and laughed. “What are you doing here!”

“I wanted to see you guys . . .” He turned to you. “And your mom, who’s quiet as a mouse.”

“Hello,” you shrugged, giving him a kind smile.

“Are you staying for today, dad?” Em asked, tucked under Spencer’s arm.

“I was actually hoping to stay until Sunday, if that’s okay with your mom, of course.”

Your very, very least favorite person on the whole planet.

“Please, mom? He can be here for my birthday!” E pipped.

Em. E. Em. E. Those big, pouty eyes of theirs staring you down. “You can stay in the guest room,” you told Spencer.

“Is that close to your bedroom?” Spencer smirked.

“Heh,” you huffed. “Don’t push it. You can stay upstairs.”

“Yes! C’mon, dad! I made a new model that I wanna show you!”

Later that night, you made the kids pasta. It was one of your finer cuisines, taught to you by an old friend, and they asked for it all the night, especially when they needed to study.

Spencer wandered into the kitchen after getting settled upstairs. “Woah! I thought we could go out for dinner, huh? My treat?”

“We would, dad,” Eden said. “But we both have tests tomorrow. Calculus and Physics. Maybe tomorrow.”

You set their plates down and looked up at Spencer. You walked over to him, eyeing him knowingly as you led him out of the kitchen.

“They’re nerds,” Spencer laughed.

“They’ve also both got an eidetic memory. It’s gonna take them all of three minutes to study, then they’ll be all over you again,” you told him, walking out onto the back patio.

Following you, Spencer closed the door behind him, isolating you two on the porch.

You sat down, plopped down, and looked up at him, “Why are you here?”

“Subtle.”

“Spencer.”

“I mean it, you should be a federal agent.”

“Spencer.”

He sighed heavily, “I have some things I want to . . . handle.”

“Here?” You asked.

“Yes,” he hesitated. “I haven’t been enough a part of the kids’ lives—“

You rolled yours eyes. Yeah, you knew that.

“I want to fix that, to have a real relationship with them.” He continued.

“You’ve always been able to,” you shrugged. “You get distracted.”

“Work,” he muttered.

“Always is.”

“And . . .” he whispered, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and the ground.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “And?”

“I — I want to fix my relationship with you.”

Huh.

“I want us to go to therapy.”

Huh.

“Wha—“ You stuttered, rising from your seat. “Spencer, what?”

“Not couples therapy. Nothing . . . romantic,” his voice cracked. “But we can’t keep acting so . . . poorly around the kids. They’re smart, they notice things. They always have.”

“Spencer, how are we gonna go to therapy? You’d need to dig up Freud himself and have him work on us full time.”

“I just think we need to talk,” he murmured. He stepped closer to you, breathing deeply as he towered over you. “Will you please just think about it?”

You stared him in the eye, let out a heavy exhale.

Spencer.

[janiedean]

ooh so linked to the Brienne ask re: the kingsguard part. What are your thoughts on Aerys’ kingsguard, especially like Arthur Dayne who Jaime from what I remember has complicated feelings for but pretty much idolises him. And they’re so loved by almost everyone in universe!!! Like idk how to think about them really my feelings for them are also complicated

+ okay good because I honestly don’t see why people love them so much like most of the things we’ve heard about them are like. Objectively bad. And like yeah the idea of them is cool but well that can only go so far. also I’m sorry if these asks are a mess I’m exhausted!! ALSO I think you’re amazing for answering all of us anons with such detail I always love coming on to your blog

(putting both asks in the same place uu)

in order: the fact that they're loved by everyone in-universe and fandom actually likes them (or at least arthur dayne hahahahaha god) is like... some of george's best trolling because guess what the entire point is that they're supposed to look like amazing people/the real deal when instead they're all terrible the end - except again for the poor martell prince whom we don't know enough about and I'll give him a pass bc martell people are usually not stupid af but in order:

as I said george has made a point of stating that knighthood is a rotten institution and the kg especially aerys being like... what should be the highest honor for a knight is equally as rotten as knigthood in general and is made of people who do Not Deserve The Title - I mean again hey it's orders so marital rape is fine, hey we're leaving the 15yo to man an entire castle? WHY NOT, the king is mad? WELL WE SWORE TO SERVE HIM, like not counting martell prince there isn't one single person in the aerys kg except jaime who actually upheld the oaths they swore ie protecting the innocent so make of that what you will

the fact that jaime aka the fifteen year old is literally the only one who gets the job and then goes there like 'hey we're basically covering for marital rape what the fuck' and no one else bats an eyelid should already say everything there is to say about these people's moral standard

the fact that none of them actually stuck up for the fifteen-year old who was obviously not ready for the job nor tried to idk do anything to make it easier on him or whatever also says everything about their moral standard because honestly fuck you

the fact that everyone thinks they're amazing jaime included when they're all pretty much shitty is like... well, same as fandom does, which means that the readers bought what people in-narrative do... except that the moment you scratch the surface it's really damned bad

and I'm saying barristan is on thin ice because from his chapters you can see he's like... not a bad dude but like his reaction to jaime being in there still when he saw aerys is 'ah that fucker who killed the king and was so proud he had to try and get into it at fifteen'? like??? fuck you?? honestly the fact that all of them literally served a dude who put people on fire and was a menace/danger to the realm and then have the gall to think that jaime is the worst or who didn't like try to help him or anything while he was obv struggling with his vows and the fact that he was serving a madman says all about their moral standards, again

and honestly arthur dayne is the literal worst of all of them because like - first of all oh you knight the 15yo who goes along with you slaying bandits and you don't try to dissuade him from joining the kg? what the fucking fuck am I supposed to think - second of all you don't even warn him of what is expecting him when he joins when you've been there for a while? - but third of all which drives me insane and I hate that fandom sleeps on it and goes around happily like ARTHUR/LYANNA THE SHIP OF DREAMS... okay listen like I have literally zero investment in lyanna as a character or in r + l and I don't necessarily think he did everything - I think they had a mutual infatuation and eloped and she sorely regretted it and then it was on r. who shouldn't have like acted on it because he happened to be the 20+ year old with a wife and kids, but there's the whole tower of joy situation - in which sorry but we have arthur fucking off KL with other kg people and leaving all the others in the literal shit bc they'd have to deal with aerys and it'd be less of them than they should be, to go with rhaegar to the tower of joy to help him elope which whatever, and then lyanna was left there after r. had to go back... when her brother and father were burned alive and like if she knew that then I doubt she'd have wanted to stay and if she didn't then they withheld fairly important fucking information, so like he stayed there guarding a pregnant 15-16 yo who most likely did not want to be there and who is pregnant by his best friend whose family oh accidentally murdered half of hers........ and lyanna was there even after rhaegar died so I mean it's not like the moment he happened this dude goes and says 'hey maybe we should actually go back and see if we can solve this mess' no he kept her prisoner there anyway - on top of that... here I'm wildly speculating but: he had to know rhaegar was dead and when ned showed up if we are to believe him and idt he was unreliable on that... ned didn't want to fight him or kill him he just wanted to get his sister and leave and like he was most likely in love with ashara aka arthur's sister so why the fuck would he want to kill him right, and like rhaegar's dead and arthur has nothing to lose by letting ned up especially knowing that lyanna is fucking dying in childbirth like she's dying her brother's there just let him up and solve it later esp when the dude doesn't want to kill you....... but no ned had to kill him because he wouldn't budge and why the fucking fuck wouldn't you budge at that point? your side lost the war, the guy you were friends with that you did all of this for is dead, the girl is about to die at least let her die with her family, why? - only thing I can deduce from it: that rhaegar told him that the baby's survival was the most important thing because third head of the dragon blah blah blah and that if the war was lost to just grab the baby and lyanna if she survived and fuck off to essos until he grew up, except that lyanna didn't survive so the conclusion is that he tried to stop ned from going up there bc he'd have found out about the baby and tried to stop them and at that point who gives a fuck if lyanna died or not but he'd have liked... let her die and kill ned in the process and done that most likely, and sorry but when they knightly vows are, I would like to remind everyone, In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent. In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women…. like... what, what exactly has this dude done that would qualify as that? because lyanna would be young and innocent and a woman and he basically is letting her die, that behavior does not qualify as bravery and he'd like... deny the kid a chance of growing up with his family period if he killed ned and he didn't seem to particularly give a fuck las we checked, and that's like not counting the whole 'oh I won't tell the 15yo who idolizes me that he's signing

his life away to trauma nor I will support him for shit when he does' part of it, but the tower of joy stuff is shady whichever way you look at it and honestly the more time passes the more I'm convinced this guy is just a complete pos and the worst of them all except gregor when it comes to like 'people thinking you're a good knight and you're actually a pos instead' and I'm dying on that hill until george proves me wrong

and on that the thing is that... I ranted about it once here but basically jaime idolizes the shit out of him because he never saw that even if his subconscious kinda knows because when he had the weirwood dream his greatest fear was confronting the former kg and everyone was accusing him of stuff he couldn't have physically prevented (more ranting on the weirwood dream here) and he's there like 'ah I wanted to be arthur dayne but I became the smiling knight instead' but like... actually he is more of a true knight than arthur dayne can ever hope to be? because like in the above meta I was talking specifically about how to pia he's like... better than arthur dayne, but like not to be that person but jaime who thinks he's the gregor clegane of his time and not arthur dayne, while arthur dayne was... doing the shady toj thing with lyanna - saved an entire city from aerys blowing it up - risked his neck for brienne even if he didn't even like her as in he got himself kicked in a healing stump when he couldn't even stand up for himself so she wouldn't be raped - risked his neck going back for her at harrenhal and jumped into the bear pit without even knowing how he'd manage it - was actually being a decent person to tommen until c. forced him to leave - the moment he saw what happened with pia he gave her her rapist's head when she's like a commoner no one gaf about and took her into her service - when his squire wanted to bed her he like told him to be kind to her jfc - is per tyrion the only relative who actually loved him/freed him/actually stuck up for him (and tysha is on tywin thank you all very much and jaime feels so great about it he doesn't think about it until he can't anymore) (also he was the one chasing the bandits away in the first place so he was probably there like oH I HELPED A MAIDEN too lmao god fuck tywin) - actually stuck for his cat vow bc he took riverrun without bloodshed - sent brienne after sansa with the magic amazing sword because he wanted to upheld their shared vow to cat going against his own family - the moment brienne shows up like hey wanna blow this joint and leave the army you don't wanna lead to find sansa he didn't even like blink before saying yes and I'm supposed to think that in between him and arthur dayne he isn't the only one who actually stuck to his vows as well as he could/knows anything about them/is actually a trueknight™? because lmao the fact that jaime doesn't fancy himself one because of aerys when everyone fancies arthur dayne one when the latter did absolutely fucking nothing beyond slaying bandits to put his money where his mouth was while jaime didn't even like brand himself like that and still did all of that and half of it was acting on instinct not even like doing the math before and *he* was the one wanting to be knighted at fifteen and took his vows seriously when oh wait knightly vows are basically the epitome of selflessness is like again grrm trolling the hell out of everyone characters included but it's clear from the narrative imvho and I can't wait for the moment he serves the just desserts and a) jaime realizes it b) everyone else in-narrative realizes it c) bran timetravels to the fucking toj and we find out what actually went down there and this saint arthur narrative is burned to the ground because honestly no

there, I think I spat out almost all of my venom XD

[foxymoxynoona]

okay, back on my bullshit. You’ve missed my existential crisis for Flux, am I right?🥰🥰

Alright CHAPTER 15: Kwang-su, I don’t like the dude. I don’t like his parties and I don’t like him talking to JK and I don’t like anyone talking to JK honestly lol. You know what I think I don’t like him just because he doesn’t do what I want him to do so don’t really take me into consideration here BUT technically I feel like he was being genuine in helping him out when jk told him everything. But still in my head everyone should root for them to get back together so, for now, Kwang-su is black listed. One thing that I already noticed last chapter was that I felt completely numb while reading about jk having sex with other people but, girl, I got A BAD STOMACHACHE SEEING SASHA DO THE SAME. Am I broken somewhere? Lol, am I jealous of Sasha?👀 for real, I wouldn’t want this to be like a subconscious response and justification for JK because “he has been actively hurt” and now I’m unknowingly mad at Sasha. I DON’T WANT TO BE. BABY NEEDS SOME SERIOUS HELP, and the fight she had with Michele proves it even more. AND SHE DIDN’T EVEN TELL MAXI, YOU KNOW SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN WHEN THAT HAPPENS. She is pushing everything and everyone away as if she is a bomb on the verge of exploding and she wants to limit the casualties. Oh and homeboy needs to be careful with who he fucks. No one needs a scandal and most importantly YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO TO THAT FUCKING PARTY ABORT MISSION FUCK GO BACK.

CHAPTER 16: okay the feeling of numbness about jk having sex with other people? Yeah, forget it🤡 As soon as I saw Hallie my heart sank to my asshole BUT IT WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER THAT WAS HAPPENED NEXT. THE MAKEUP NOONA? REALLY? ON COCAINE?!!? “You’re gone and I gotta stay high to keep you off my mind” but boy you took that literally💀💀

Maxi? Favorite character, hands down. He’s there even when he is not, if you find this kind of person you’ve found gold. I love their dynamics. AND THE INTERACTION BETWEEN SASHA AND JK? I’m honestly a mess. Seriously, that was ducking heartbreaking. Comforting and depressing at the same time? As soon as he arrived I though I was just going to cringe because lord knows I hate confrontation and I honestly could never meet an ex after breaking up, burn my shit but don’t make me look at you ever again✨. BUT NO IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND TRAGIC AND REALISTIC AND I WANNA CRY. The way he got her through her panic attack, THE WAY HE WAS SO ACTIVELY HELPFUL TO MAKE SURE SHE WAS IN GOOD HANDS. please, where do I sign up to get a jk, I need him😭

When they talk all their shit out I hope maturity will stand above it all. Like, they made some questionable decisions but, even if and WHEN they get mad about it, they will find a way to settle it in the past. Is this me projecting into a happy future already? Yes, yes it is🤧

Too much? Fuck, I’m so sorry, truly. I wait for a week and this happens. Sorry😢

🌸

I feel like I've done my job with readers having such divided feelings about Kwangsu. yesssss.

JK and Sasha seeing each other again is also not something I personally could have managed, lol. I saw several readers previously point out that it just didn't feel right for them to just be GONE. That abrupt loss followed by them both traveling absolutely created this sort of weird limbo space, they both felt it, they both went wild during it, and this crossing paths again was a reality check, and neither of them liked what they saw in themselves or each other. I'd point out too that I suspect they both wanted it to happen. They both expected the other one to be doing better than they were. JK texted sasha, not Michele, about getting his stuff back. Sasha agreed to be the one for the trade off. They could TOTALLY have avoided this. And as another reader pointed out... did JK really want/need his stuff back? This dude who will fucking delete Decalcomania just because*?? He is not nostalgic about things and yet... here we are.

Anyway, definitley not too much, you know I selfishly love hearing from you and I know other readers do too :D

*as someone who is very nostalgic about things and work, no, I will never be over this

[poguesofthebau]

Idea to write for OBX!!!! The pogues just having a good evening together, like playing truth or dare like 16 year olds before the events of the show take place!!

heyo all, writing is hard for me recently so i decided that i would do something based off what real life is like right now with a lil inspo from this request tossed in :) hope you like it!! (naturally, reader is dating jj in this bc i can’t help myself hehe oops)

summary: jj, y/n, and the rest of the pogues (including sarah) live in the world we’re all currently living in: quarantine. so what happens when the craziest friend group in the obx are trapped inside the Chateau for weeks at a time without any authority figures or outsiders? to put it simply, anarchy happens. (alternate summary: what i wish i was doing during this stupid quarantine instead of sitting in my room to avoid my parents’ hovering.) (alternate, simple summary: a hot ass day in quarantine with the pogues.) word count: 2101

sticky. why the hell were you sticky?

you opened your eyes with a deep groan, peeling yourself from jj with a disgusted look on your face. “jj, get off of me.” you’d both been laying on your stomachs as you slept, but the boy had somehow wound up directly on top of you. it would’ve been kind of endearing, cute almost, to wake up so close to jj, if it wasn’t so fucking hot.

someone across the room laughed lightly, and you slipped out from under jj and flipped onto your back, sitting up and squinting to see who it was. when you saw sarah, kie, and pope staring at you from the table a few feet away from the pull-out couch, you let out an annoyed puff of air, raking a hand through your bedhead to slightly calm it. leaning back on your hands, you glanced back down at your boyfriend. his nose was scrunched up, and his hand started rustling around the sheets until it made contact with your right calf. satisfied, his face relaxed again. before you could look back to your friends, pope was speaking. “i don’t know how the two of you managed to sleep like that all night. with those body temperatures combined, i’m pretty sure you should’ve burst into flames by like, 2am.”

“c’mon, pope,” sarah smirked. “they’re in love. their feelings for each other, they’re hotter than anything. like, hotter than--”

“hotter than the flames in hell!” kie interrupted proudly. “and the obx may feel like it’s hotter than that already, but--”

“nothing compares to their sacred, burning love.” sarah and kie both smiled smugly at their own ability to finish each other’s sentences, fist bumping as pope shook his head. “that was good. i love us.” the girls giggled again, and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit too.

“can you corny fucks shut the hell up? a guy can never get a wink of sleep around here, shit.” with that, jj was rolling over, too, a very unimpressed look plastered on his face as he scolded his friends. not as eager to be awake as you had been, jj groaned as he stretched, flopping into your lap on his back when he was finally done waking himself up. your hands naturally found their way to his hair, scratching at his scalp subconsciously as you looked around at the mess of the Chateau. “where’s jb at? and why is it so fucking hot in here?”

“you can’t really complain about body temps when you’re curled up in your girlfriend’s lap like a cat, bro,” pope pointed out. jj rolled his eyes as pope continued. “but since you asked so nicely, it’s the first heat wave of the year-- you’d know that if you ever listened to anything i say throughout the day. john b’s out trying to get food and water and stuff before it’s all gone.”

jj muttered something under his breath about wishing pope had gone out with their other friend as his eyes closed again at the feeling of your fingertips on his hairline. “you know what we should do today?”

“make out? at least let me brush my teeth first, you animal,” jj interjected. you flicked his nose, ignoring the comment otherwise. “oh, so you don’t wanna make out? alright, y/n, but just remember, it’s your rule!”

“jj, why does everything always have to be about you?”

“i have needs, kie!”

“okay, okay, okay, i think y/n had an idea. let the woman speak!” sarah quickly redirected.

“thank you,” you smiled pointedly at sarah. “i think-- and tell me if there are any objections-- i think, maybe, we should day-drink.”

as soon as the words left your mouth, the door beside you was swinging open with a creak, john b bursting into the room. “did someone say-- DAY-DRINK?” he held up a six pack of beer in each hand, that bright and proud john b grin plastered on his face. the entire group cheered, jumping up to help him bring in the groceries he’d gotten his hands on. “thanks to mr. c’s non-existent credit card limit, we are now loaded. thanks kie!” he tossed her dad’s card back on the table, the curly haired girl laughing at his words. kiara had somehow convinced her parents that spending her quarantine with the pogues at john b’s house was an acceptable idea, and they had even given her an emergency credit line for necessities and necessities only.

beer was an absolute need for the pogues, to be fair.

----

a few hours later, everyone was pretty day-drunk, so to speak.

sarah was currently engaged in a deep conversation with pope about why, exactly, he wanted to be a coroner so badly. you were in the middle of an arm-wrestling tournament against john b, with jj and kie passing the group’s second blunt of the afternoon back and forth. “y/n, your hand is fucking slippery!”

“fuck you, john b! it’s sweaty! haven’t you noticed that it’s a million damn degrees in this place?”

the arm wrestling tourney came to a close soon after, and the group went back to sweating, smoking, and throwing back beers. your feet wound up in jj’s lap as you tried to fan yourself with an empty, folded up cardboard box that one of the six-packs had come in. “hey kie, do you think your dad would mind if we used his credit card to buy a decent air conditioning system for this shithole? no offense, john b.”

“actually, y/n, i kind of take offense to that. just a little, you know?” you stuck your tongue out at your friend, throwing your piece of cardboard at him.

“you know, guys,” sarah spoke up. “me and my sister used to play this game--”

“oh, sarah, please tell me it’s not truth or dare with no dare.” john b’s face twisted into disapproval, and it was sarah’s turn to stick her tongue out at him.

“it is truth or dare with no dare, and i don’t hear any better ideas from anyone else, so we’re playing.”

jj’s hand came down on your ankle as he sat up and looked at the other blonde of the group. “actually, i’m thinking me and y/n will just roll another blunt and go hide in the guest room. that would be a better idea, i think.”

“no way, dumbass! if we have to do it, you two are sticking around for it too. pogues never abandon pogues, remember?” kie and her rules. “so, who starts?”

“well usually when i’ve played before it’s only been two people, so maybe i’ll ask the first question and we can all go around and answer?” jj groaned at this new development, causing you to smile. you flopped around on the futon a bit until your side was pressed against his, and he threw his arm around your shoulders once you’d settled. “okay, first question. um, let’s see... i don’t know. what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?”

----

“weirdest place you’ve ever had sex. three, two, one, go!” jj pointed to john b, and the entire group erupted into laughter. john b was clearly struggling to think of an answer, and jj, who had become strangely invested in hour-long game, was running out of patience. “c’mon, man!”

“jesus christ, jj, i don’t know!” john b choked out through his laughs. “a bell tower, i guess?”

“great! sarah? where’ve ya done it, kook princess?” that one earned a smack on the arm from you, and jj quickly rephrased. “sorry! i meant, uh, where’ve ya-- i don’t know. just-- what’s your answer?”

sarah glanced between john b and jj, hesitating before she answered. “conveniently enough, my answer is also... a bell tower.”

with the ruckus that answer caused, you weren’t expecting the game to end any time soon.

----

“oh, my god. i finally don’t feel like i’m burning alive anymore.” pope threw his arms victoriously above his head as he made the statement, kie smiling at him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“that’s how fucked the weather’s gonna be forever if humans don’t start taking care of the planet, pope. isn’t that crazy?” pope looked at her and nodded with a slightly terrified look in his eye, not finding the person kie became when drunk completely trustworthy to not flip out on him for his history of littering and excessive plastic use.

“you know, guys,” john b called out, quickly changing the subject. “this is kind of insane.”

“what do you mean, johnny boy? what’s so insane about a heat wave?” your head was pretty much buried in jj’s chest as you spoke, with his hands slowly tracing big circles in your back. the last blunt of the night had just been smoked, and it was hitting you both a little harder than the others had. for the past few minutes, you’d been thinking about you and jj finally making your way to the guest room for the more intimate one-on-one time that the weed had made you crave. as soon as he’d put the roach down, you’d crawled into his lap. the temperature had dropped reasonably, and the sticky feeling you’d experienced that morning was now completely out of the picture. your left hand was wrapped around jj’s neck, your right just hidden under his shirt as your thumb stroked back and forth just above his hip. jj had watched you nuzzle into that position through hooded red eyes with a little amused smile playing his lips, before returning the physical affection by sliding one hand reassuringly onto the back of your neck and letting the other draw shapes into your back.

by the time john b had finished gazing around lovingly at the group before answering, you had almost forgotten about having asked a question to begin with. “not the heat wave, y/n.” his correction reminded you of what the conversation had been, and your tilted your head up to make eye contact with jj. when you locked eyes, you knew jj was thinking the same thing as you: john b’s about to get corny and emotional. and you were both right. “seriously, look at us. isn’t this crazy?” you and jj smiled at each other, and you placed a loving kiss on his jawline before refocusing your sight on john b. “how did we all end up together? i mean, three losers who met in elementary school,” john b listed, looking to you and jj with a bright smile as you felt jj squeeze your neck lightly. “a weird kid who, for some reason, is totally obsessed with dead bodies and shit,” pope looked a john b awkwardly as kie giggled, slipping her hand into pope’s. “and a couple of fucking kooks.” sarah hummed from her spot next to john b, kie sarcastically saluting with her free hand. “you guys, somehow, we all got together, all found each other. what are the odds of that? what are the odds that we found this totally perfect, totally dysfunctional but perfect little family?”

before you could stop yourself, you felt the first tear slip down your face. “fuck you, john b,” you muttered quietly, taking your hand out from under jj’s shirt to swipe at the wetness on your face. scrubbing away the rest of the tears in your eyes before they could escape, you put your hand back down on jj’s arm this time.

“yeah, fuck you, john b. why you makin’ my girl cry, bro?” everyone chuckled softly, admiring each other in the moment. “alright, though, really. since she’s already crying, i guess i should say it now.” your head lifted back up to look at jj, and he looked back down at you as he continued. “i love you.” as you both broke into smiles, he looked back to your friends. “i love all of you guys. you’re all annoying as fuck, and i know i live for giving you all a hard time and stuff. but seriously. this is my family. pogues forever.”

“shit,” kie muttered this time, her thumb swiping under her own eyes as pope looked down at her adoringly. “pogues forever, guys. thank you for taking in us stupid kooks and letting us be who we are. pogues for-fucking-ever.”

“as corny as it sounds, i feel like we’re kind of required to group hug now,” pope added. “everybody up! i love you sickos and psychos, criminal records and all!”

and then, you all hugged the shit out of each other. pogue style.

[artificialqueens]

No longer lonely (Jackie/Jan) -Katheriney

Jackie was not very old when she first fell in love, maybe 16, and like most first loves she fell hard. She wasn’t prepared to be feeling so strongly about another person. Of course she thought she had been in love before. She had boyfriends in the past and convinced both them and herself that she was head over heels in love, but that was nothing compared to the fire in her heart that she felt now.

Her family had just moved and her junior year of high school had not started as great as she imagined it would. She had no friends and didn’t really know how to make any. She had the same friends throughout her entire life and now she felt as if she were thrust into isolation in this new town. 

She had somehow made it the first quarter with no friends. She dreaded going to school. She sat alone at a stool by the window to eat lunch and didn’t speak up in her classes. But, all the silence and loneliness ended when the new quarter started. It was the second term of her french class, so it was surprising that there was a new face in the classroom. The girl oozed confidence. Jackie’s teacher told the girl to go sit at her table. Jackie was not happy about this because she had enjoyed having the table to herself, but she smiled up at the blonde girl when her teacher motioned her to wave. 

“Hi,” the shorter girl said briskly to her, setting down her purple book bag and taking the seat next to hers. Jackie wasn’t sure if she was supposed to respond, so she didn’t. She took note of the girl’s wavy blonde hair and purple miniskirt riding up as she crossed her legs. She made herself look away from the short skirt. She didn’t know why she wanted to look so bad, but didn’t want the girl to catch her staring at her lap.The teacher stood from behind her desk and walked the small distance to the board to start the lesson for that day. “I’m Jan,” she whispered from beside her. She had gotten a lot closer since the last time Jackie had looked over, so when she did turn her head towards her they were almost nose to nose. She jumped a bit and Jan laughed at her.

“Jan, is there something funny about les contes that I don’t know about?” The teacher turned towards the girls and put a hand on her hip. 

“Nope, sorry ma'am.” With that the teacher made her way back to writing and explaining. 

Jan bumped her shoulder. Jackie assumed it was an accident, so she pretended she didn’t feel it. Jan decided to shake her arm to get her attention instead. “What’s your name?“ 

“Jackie,” She said as softly as possible as to not get in trouble. 

“Hmmmm.” Jan leaned her head onto her hand. “You don’t look like a Jackie, maybe an Esther or a Nadia. No! I know! You look like a Leila!”

“Jan! Can you at least pretend you’re paying any attention. You know you need this class to graduate.” The teacher spoke to her. 

“Yeah yeah, of course, sorry.” Jan leaned down to her bag and took out a notebook and a pencil. “I’ll take notes, promise.” Jan flashed a smile and the teacher seemingly believed her, but Jan was not taking notes. She was writing a message for Jackie. 

The teacher and I don’t get along if you haven’t noticed. I barely pass her classes. Why haven’t I seen you before, Leila? Are you a freshman? -Jan

Jackie slid the notebook over to herself and started to write. 

I’m a junior, actually, not a freshman. I just moved here in August. -JACKIE

I think you mean -Leila and I like your glasses by the way -Jan

Of course, that’s what I meant. Thank you, I like your hair. -LEILA

And just like that the bell rang, making Jan grab her notebook and shove it in her bag before booking it out the door. Jackie felt like she had been forgotten already. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the classroom. She saw Jan standing in a huddle of football players and cheerleaders. So, she was one of those girls. No wonder she had left her so quickly. She couldn’t risk being seen with Jackie in these public hallways.

Jackie went about her day as usual. She went to her two classes before it was lunch time. She took her time to get to the cafeteria. Once she got there she sat in her usual seat by the window and took out her lunch that she had packed that morning, a salad and fruit. She was about to dig in before there was a plop in the usually vacant seat beside her. She turned to see Jan sitting with her hands in her lap and a smile on her face. “Hey, Leila! You do know only weird people sit in these stools, right?” She tugged at her arm and gestured for her to grab her lunch. “C'mon, you can come sit with me!” Jan linked their arms and together they strutted across the cafeteria to Jan’s table full of sports players and pretty girls. Well, Jan strutted. Jackie just shuffled along with her, holding her lunch. “This is Jackie. She just moved here and she’s in my french class.” Hearing Jan say her real name after so much time took her by surprise. She was sure the girl forgot and really thought her name was Leila. 

“Hi Jackie, I’m Jaida. You can take this seat by me and Heidi.” Jackie gladly took the seat and Jan sat next to her. Jaida had on a football jersey that was so big that is was obviously her boyfriend’s. Heidi had a short bob with a bang. 

Conversations continued around her. She didn’t feel quite comfortable enough to insert herself into them, but listened and smiled and nodded to anyone that addressed her. Jan had long since finished eating and was obviously getting restless, constantly looking over to Jackie before turning her head back to her other friends. Jan moved her hand off the table and to her lap. She kept her head towards the football players on the other side of the round table as she slowly slid her hand from her lap to Jackie’s. Jackie froze mid bite before realizing what she had done and stuffing the strawberry into her mouth. 

“What’s your next class?” Jan asked her, but she didn’t realize she was talking to her, so Jan squeezed her thigh a little to get her attention. 

“Oh! Umm, I don’t have a class in the next period.” Jackie stammered out, trying her very best to sound normal.

“Great, do you wanna go to Starbucks with me? I’m going through withdrawls.” Jan asked and Jackie could only nod. Jan took her hand back and Jackie almost whined. “Let’s get a head start if you’re done eating." 

"I am!” So Jan stood from her seat followed closely by Jackie. Her friends said goodbye to both of them. They smiled and whispered among themselves. It made Jackie self conscious. She felt like they saw Jan’s hand. She wasn’t sure if it was friendly or flirty, but if she were like that with her friends they shouldn’t care if she did it with her. So, what were they whispering and giggling about. 

She got into the passenger seat of Jan’s orange kia soul. Jan threw her bag into the backseat and Jackie did the same. After plugging her phone into the aux she started to play an Ariana Grande song that Jackie couldn’t name. 

They started on the short drive to the coffee joint. The music helped fill the silence, since neither girl had spoken up yet. Jackie played with her hands and kept her eyes focused on the road. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I think I may have gotten the wrong impression of the situation.” Jan spoke clearly said calmly.

“You haven’t made me uncomfortable. What did you think the situation was?” Jackie asked, finally turning to look at the girl who had her left leg up and one hand in her lap. She looked so relaxed behind the wheel, unlike Jackie.

“I thought you were into me because you were staring and flustered. Did I get the wrong impression?" 

"No, I am definitely into you.” Jackie said and just like that she had said it. There was no turning back. 

“Oh.” Jan turned the car into the Starbucks line. “Thank god. I thought I was going crazy and making things up.” Jan sighed and turned to a wide eyed Jackie and smiled at her. 

“You’re gorgeous.” Jackie let slip out.

“Oh yeah?” She said as she paid for both her coffee. She said a thank you, took her coffee, and went on her way back to school. She switched the hand she was steering and let her free hand rest on Jackie’s thigh once more. Jackie took a shaky breath, so Jan slid her hand around to rest it on her inner thigh. Jackie subconsciously spread her legs further to encourage Jan up on her exploration. Jan took the invitation and glided her hand further up and squeezed just enough to get Jackie to squeak, begging her to just touch her where she needed it. Jan removed her hand all together and used it to turn into an empty parking lot close to the school. 

She put the car in park and turned to see Jackie sitting there all pretty there, looking like she had already been fucked. Her hair was tousled. Her lips were parted. Her pupils were blown wide. Jan just wanted to eat her up. She held the girl’s chin in her hand guiding her towards her as she slid a hand up her leg and rested it on her waist. Jan leaned in to kiss her softly. She grasped her waist making Jackie gasp under her touch. Jan slowly slid her hand down her stomach. She broke the kiss long enough to make sure Jackie was sure she wanted this. Jackie frantically nodded and spread her legs before leaning forward to kiss her again. Jan did as the girl wanted and lifted her skirt and applied pressure over her lace panties. “Mmm lace?” Jan teased. 

“Yeah, ah, do you like them? Ah, that feels so good.” Jackie moaned softly.

“Oh, baby, they are so beautiful.” Jan pushed the panties aside and started pressing small circles to her clit. Jackie basically screamed at the direct contact and lifted her hips towards her. “Woah there, princess.” Jan taunted as she pushed her hips back down to the seat. 

“I’ve never done this before.” Jackie blurted.

“Honey, I’ll make you feel good. If you’ll let me, I’ll make you scream for me.” Jan promised her

“Please, please, please, Jan, please make me feel so good,” Jackie begged.

Jan pulled her lacy panties down to her knees and used her thumb to circle her clit, rubbing two fingers over her entrance. She used her other hand to hold her down. She slipped a finger into her slowly and only halfway before Jackie was grasping her wrist. “Want me to slow down, baby?” Jackie nodded. Jan removed her finger, but continued massaging her with her thumb. Reaching her head down, she started to lay kisses along Jackie’s neck and collarbone. She pressed her palm firmly over her and Jackie squirmed and mewled in her seat. 

“I’m gonna cum.” Jackie panted into Jan’s ear.

“Let go for me, pretty girl.” And she does. She shrieks and shakes. Tears trickle down her cheeks. Jan wipes them away. She tucks Jackie’s dark hair behind her ear and kisses her forehead. She gives her time to catch her breath before letting go to start the car. 

“Wait!” Jackie grabs Jan’s arm to keep her from switching gears. “Where are we going?” She asked her all doe eyed and cute.

Jan can’t help but smile at her. “School. You need to get to class on time." 

"So do you.” Jackie whispered. 

“I already skipped last period. It wouldn’t hurt to skip another, but I don’t wanna be a bad influence on you.” Jan replied.

“You skipped class to be with me?" 

"Of course I did, baby.”

Jackie may not have known that she was only going to fall further and further for the girl sat next to her, but she did know that she had never taken to anyone as quickly as Jan. She knew that Jan would be at the forefront of her mind firing every minute of every day.

Jan let her off at the front door telling her if she ran she could make it to class in time while she parked. She waved and did as she was told. Jan was right. She did make it on time.

[avengersandco]

So I stumbled upon a prompt list for august bc apparently its writers month, so i’m gonna try and do it to get back into writing (@writersmonth). While most of the prompts will most likely end up being iron dad, stony, or superfamily, they honestly maybe whatever I feel like that day in the MCU. But yeah, here we go!

Found on AO3 here

Word Prompt: Annoyance

Tony could tell that something was off the moment Peter walked into the lab. Instead of his usual “Hi Mr. Stark!” as he walked up to his mentor to see what Tony was working on, all he got was a small ‘hey’ as Peter threw his backpack on the couch before sitting on it as well.

“Hey kiddo, how was school today?” 

“Boring as usual. Can you please talk to May about letting me graduate early?”

“Nope. We’ve had this conversation before. It’s not my place to comment and I happen to agree with her,” Tony reminded him, looking back at Peter who was glaring at him from the couch. “Wanna come work on my suit with me?”

“Can’t. Got homework,” Peter mumbled, turning to his backpack to pull stuff out. Tony shrugged, turning back to his work as well, turning the music back on. Neither of them talked for a little bit, both wrapped up in there work, when Peter spoke up, a harsh tone in his voice.

“Can you turn off the music. It’s annoying as hell.”

While he didn’t really consider ‘hell’ cursing, Tony wasn’t used to hearing Peter say it.

“Yeah, of course. Everything okay though?”

“I’m fine,” Peter snapped, turning back to his homework.

The kid was a bit hit or miss when it came to the music playing while he worked, but he always asked politely, knowing that Tony preferred it the other way. Not that Tony minded turning it off for the kid, but still. He decided to ignore the attitude the teenager was showing, for now, but still choosing to pay a bit more attention to Peter working to see if he could figure out what was wrong.

Tony didn’t have to wait long for another mini outburst to happen though. Dum-e had been rolling around, helping Tony with some tools and stuff, but now the robot was just wandering around. He eventually found his way to Peter, trying to get the teenagers attention. Unfortunately for Peter, Dum-e only really understood clear verbal commands, so Peter’s shooing him away and angry mumbles weren’t really doing much. Tony was about to call Dum-e away when Peter beat him to it.

“Go the fuck away!” Peter shouted at the poor robot.

“Hey!” Peter looked back at him, first looking a little taken aback by the shout, then glaring again. Tony was finally done with Peter’s attitude. He was going to get to the bottom of it and now. “First of all, watch the language. Second, that was rude, apologize to Dum-e.”

Peter gave him a look like Tony he had three heads. 

“It’s a robot, and it was annoying and not leaving me alone.”

“And you’ve been rude and coping an attitude since you’ve got here. So apologize to him and tell me why you’re acting this way.” Tony said as he walked to the couch where Peter was sitting. Peter just glared at him, closing his laptop before crossing his arms and glaring forward, refusing to look at Tony. Now it was Tony’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Is it spider-man or something at school? Have you slept and eaten en-”

“Can’t I just be in a shitty mood for no reason!” Peter snapped, turning towards Tony. “I’m a teenager! We’re moody, and can be cranky, and people are allowed to have bad days for no reason! It doesn’t mean something is wrong or that I can’t take care of myself!”

Part of Tony understood what Peter was saying. It could get frustrating when people wouldn’t respect his bad mood. He wanted to dwell, and just accept that bad days sometimes happened for no reason. However, the healthy part of him, the part of him that had gone to a number of therapists throughout the years, currently seeing a therapist regularly, knew that deep down, there was always a reason for a bad day. They don’t just happen because of off days, something is always eating away at a person having a bad day, whether it's conscious or subconscious.

“You’re right, you’re allowed to have a bad day for no reason, but sometimes things exacerbate it, and fixing them can make the day a little less bad. So, first of all, take a deep breath because I am not the enemy here and I will not be talked to that way.” Tony explained calmly. Peter looked like he was about to argue for a moment, but soon turned away from Tony, let out a sigh, and took a few deep breaths. After a couple of minutes, he turned back Tony, look a bit less ready to kill someone.

“Thank you. Now, how much did you sleep last night, and when was the last time you ate.”

“Ummm, I had a toast with peanut butter and banana for breakfast this morning, but I overslept and didn’t have time to make lunch this morning. And I didn’t go to bed until around 4am, so I think I got a bit over three hours of sleep.” Tony had to bite his tongue to keep from snapping at his mentee, knowing that wouldn’t help the situation.

“Why didn’t you buy lunch? And why were you even up that late? Was it because of spider-man beca-”

“I haven’t gone on patrol for the past three days.”

That, Tony wasn’t expecting. Peter didn’t go out on patrol every day, but if he missed a day he always went the next day. Three days in a row was a lot for him to skip, not unless there was some outside factor playing into it.

“I’m not grounded or injured or anything,” Peter said before Tony could ask. “I just have this big research paper for English that’s been stressing me out. Like, minimum of 20 pages and 5 academic articles big.”

“Did you procrastinate or something? You’re usually pretty good about that sort of thing.”

“That’s the thing! We only got it a little over a week ago and it’s not even due for over a month! But we have to get our topic approved, and have at least 3 academic articles, and the last day to do all of that is tomorrow.”

“So what’s the problem? There’s plenty of research out there and you love reading journal articles. Why not something on spiders.” Tony was really struggling to see the problem when he knew his kid loved learning things more than any other person he knew.

“It has to be based on a humanities or social science topic. No hard sciences. And I had a topic that my teacher liked, but she said it was way too broad, but now I can’t find enough research to support a smaller topic,” Peter explained, looking close to tears from his frustration, and starting to speak more quickly. “And I was going to go talk to her today during lunch, but she was out so I went to the library to try and work on it some more. But that’s why I haven’t been on patrol because all my time has gone to trying to figure out a smaller topic and I keep changing the topic slightly to try and find enough articles except there’s never enough. And now I’m probably going to get marked down or get detention for not having this part of the assignment turned in and then I’m gonna fall apart on the rest of the paper.”

Tony’s heart wanted to break for the kid. Peter wasn’t one to struggle much academically, so this probably wasn’t something he was used too. But Tony also knew that it wasn’t something that a little problem solving wouldn’t be able to fix.

“Yeah, that sounds frustrating kiddo. Research can be finicky sometimes. What was your original topic on?”

Peter looked at him for a minute, cheeks getting a little pink, and voice just loud enough for Tony to hear.

“The impact of superheroes on society.” Tony wanted to laugh when he heard what Peter said. Not because it was a bad topic, it was actually a very interesting and important topic, especially when they didn’t really exist until about 10 years ago. But Tony definitely saw where his teacher was coming from. That was too big of a topic for any one paper, for a PhD dissertation or a study on it’s own, let alone a 16 year old just trying to write a paper for his AP english class.

“That is a huge topic, buddy. But I can imagine that there isn’t much research on it in general.”

“There’s barely any! And it’s too late to change my topic and it’s really one of the only things I can think of that I’m interested in, and I just don’t know what to do.”

“Well the topic hasn’t even been approved so it’s definitely not too late to change the topic, but also I think you have a really interesting topic. Have you talked to your teacher about how you’re struggling with this? Well, actually, first is she an understanding teacher or is she usually more of a stickler for rules and deadlines.” Peter shook his head.

“Nah, she’s really understanding most of the time as long as you haven’t abused her kindness. That’s what I was going to talk to her about today at lunch though, so I could get some help with doing the topic.”

“So assuming you’ve been pretty good in this class and haven’t abused her kindness,” Peter shook his head when Tony gave him a pointed glare, “Then I think we have a good place to start with emailing your teacher and seeing if you can get a bit of an extension. Then we can eat, you can probably take a little nap, and finally, I can help you look for some articles so you can narrow down your topic. And even if we don’t figure out a topic, you should go out on patrol for a little bit tonight. Not long because you haven’t slept enough, but an hour or two won’t kill you, and it’ll be good to release some of the stress instead of just letting it bottle up. How does that sound?”

Peter smiled for the first time that day, making Tony smile as well. “Yeah, that sounds pretty good.”

“Perfect. You get started on that email while I order some pizza.”

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Not Now, Not Ever

Characters: Spencer Reid x Reader, Aaron Hotchner

Word Count: 955

Warnings: angst, mentions of rape to the reader, nightmares, fluff at the end

Summary: The case left you with nightmares of your past that you’d rather not bring up again.

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! this is unbeta’d and every mistake is all on me. Thank you @kendall-michele for the idea. if your tag doesn’t work three times in a row (three stories i post in a row) then I will be removing you.

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Blood. Stab wounds. Evidence of rape. Trusting a stranger into your home. Your parents. Your siblings. Your whole fucking family. Unsub. Victim.

Victim.

Martyr.

Sufferer.

Those are just some of the names you thought about while on this case. Everything listed above was all connected to you, tying you back to a past you couldn't escape. The case the BAU handled involved an unsub who wiggled his way into the victim’s home before tying them up, raping them, and then killing them all over the body even after they were dead. No one on the team knew this about you, but you were a victim of this once. It was way before you even knew you wanted to be an FBI profiler.

When you were at the ripe age of 16, your house was broken into. The police didn’t find anything to point to forced entry, and they concluded that the unsub had been invited in, but it felt like a break in to you. The man killed the men in your family quickly before tying the women and proceeded to rape them before doing the same thing as he did to your dad and brothers. Before he could get to killing you, the police raided the home and saved you.

It was such a traumatic experience, your mind forced itself to block those horrible memories, the pain you went through, the things you saw and heard.

Those memories were blocked until this case where the unsub did exactly what yours had done to you to a bunch of women. You didn't let your team see it, but you were panicking inside. Of course, Spencer saw through the panic in your eyes and asked you a million times if something was wrong, but you could never tell him this. He was beyond smart, handsome, and was just a kind person overall. What would he think of you if he knew you went through something like that? What would anyone think?

Would he think of you as a freak? A hopeless victim? Someone who couldn’t take care of herself? Someone who was scared to be intimate with a man? He didn't seem like the person who would judge another, but he would be thinking it where it was safe to think: his mind. After everything that happened, all you wanted to do was go home and watch some TV because you knew you wouldn’t get any sleep there.

The plane ride was a long one, and you were so exhausted. Usually, you had something stimulating your mind to keep it occupied, but the plane was dark and quiet. JJ, Emily, Morgan, and Rossi were all asleep in their seats while Spencer and Hotch played chess at the table. It took a lot of begging on Spencer’s part to get Hotch to play with him. Watching them was really boring since neither of them was saying a word. This wasn’t the kind of environment you needed to be in right now because you could feel yourself starting to slip into the darkness. Everyone in the team could see how this case affected you, so they offered you the couch which was the most comfortable. After several minutes of protesting, you eventually gave in and settled onto it.

The moment you laid down, your eyes slid closed as your mind started to dream. Knowing the team was in the room with you gave you some peace as you were able to dream about nothing or something that wasn’t your nightmare. However, as your mind began to slip deeper into itself, it forgot who was in the room with you, and that is when the nightmare started.

“You’re good at this, Hotch. Why don’t you play with me more often?” Spencer asked as he made his move.

“I don’t feel the need to. You’ll always win,” he chuckled, giving away a tiny smile as he made his move. Spencer was about to make the move that would grant him champion when they both heard your whimpers of pain. His eyes snapped to you and watched as you tossed on the couch, your face scrunched up as if you were in physical pain.

“She’s having a nightmare,” Hotch observed.

“Do you think it’s about the case?” Spencer whispered.

“Have you seen her? I don’t think she hid her panic very well.”

“Should I--” Spencer was cut off by you letting out a soft cry as your hands gripped the couch. Spencer was out of his chair in a split second before kneeling in front of you. It was like your body sensed someone was near you, so in your sleep, you tried reaching for that person, that rock to hold onto. Spencer immediately offered his hand, and you gripped it tightly before calming down. The touch of his skin had eased the pain in your mind. Your body felt safe when he touched you, and he seemed to put to rest your nightmare. Suddenly, it wasn’t so bad.

“Do you mind bringing the board game over here?” Spencer asked as he got comfortable on the ground. He could tell you needed him, and so he was going to be there for you subconsciously.

“Get some rest, Reid. Plus, you would have won in one move,” Hotch chuckled as he started to put the pieces away. With a soft sigh, Spencer looked back at you with a slight smile. It brought him comfort and joy to know that you felt comfortable enough to seek him out in your sleep and feel perfectly safe. Whatever was going on inside your head, he hoped you share it with him because he was never going to leave your side.

Not now, not ever.

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Old Memories, Same Crush

Part 3/3

George Luz x Medic!Reader

????? x Medic!Reader

Synopsis: You knew George Luz from Rhode Island where you both went to high school. You had a major crush on him, but being the nerd and him being the class clown made it seem impossible. You got over your crush once you joined the Airborne, but then you run into him again. Something blooms.

Warnings: Fighting. PTSD. This won't be too bad (Said no one ever)

A/n: This is it... The moment you’ve all been waiting for. (Or is it....) This may be part one of a multi-part series. Aka following this story through more of the war but under different titles. We shall see, but for now, this is the finale of Old Memories, Same Crush.

Song: Writing’s on the Wall by Sam Smith (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5wlpOhuhnE) If you listen to the song, you’ll feel it. Trust me.

Story 1: Old Memories, Same Crush (1, 2, 3)

Story 2: Tomorrow Is Another Day (1, 2, 3)

Story 3: TBD

1 Year, 7 Months and 3 Days Later

December 21st, 1944; Bastogne: 22 Years Old

“God damn this weather” you snarled as you tended to the man below you, Gene and Ron. The cold seemed to numb your feelings as well as your fingers and you looked up anxiously as you heard footsteps approaching. In a split second, you grabbed the handgun attached to Ron’s hip beside you and pointed it at the man. “Freund oder Feind ?!” (Friend or Foe?!) you hollered out as the gun shook in your fingers. 

The constant shelling had started to get to you yet you stayed fixed in case it was one of your own, but once you saw the man appear under the moonlight, you wished you shot him. Scoffing, you slammed the handgun back into Speir’s hands as you continued to tend to the wounded man below you. “Do any of you need help-”

“Nope. So you can leave” you snarled out as you finally got the bullet out of the man's thigh, luckily, it didn't hit any major arteries so you just had to wrap him up, but Eugene had different ideas. “Hey, Luz... How about you take Y/n back to base, me and Speirs got this guy...” Your head lifted and you glared angrily at Eugene for his idiocracy. He knew what happened a year and a half ago. He knew how well it went. Eugene gave you a tight-lipped smile before pushing you up, you turned your solid stare towards the man in front of you and rolled your eyes before pushing past. He not only broke your heart that day.

But he also shattered your dreams.

May 19th, 1943; Aldbourne, England: 20 Years Old

“Y/n?” He whispered out shakily as you stepped back with a big smile, hoping he would love you even more now that he knew who you were...

But his frown told another story.

“You lied to me” he snapped out angrily causing you to freeze in fear. He had never raised his voice towards you like this, so it was certainly body numbing. “I didn’t... There's a reason-”

“And I don't wanna fucking hear it” he snarled out as he pushed past you. Normally, you would let it go and move on, but not now and definitely not with him. Spinning on your heels, you stormed after him “George Luz. You listen to me” you growled out as you grabbed his wrist stopping him in his tracks with a jolt. He spun around and glared down at you angrily.

“You know I fixed that book for you?! Protected you!? Did things I’d never do for you?! And all I asked was for you to be honest and tell me if you were the girl I fell in love with! You weren’t, you were never honest with me. The men were right...You are nothing but easy and predictible” he scoffed out as he looked you up and down judgmentally making you feel so small. “I didn't think you would love me...” You whimpered out softly, fighting back the tears the threatened to fall. “Loved.” he snapped out before ripping open his bag and grabbing a book.

The book.

“I loved you Y/n... But not anymore” he stated as he firmly shoved the book into your hands. The tape job on the cover was rough, but it showed that he cared. He began to walk away and it was only after you looked at the two main characters that you snapped out of it. ‘Don't be Scarlet O’Hara, Don't let your Rhett Butler flee’.

“Wait... WAIT LUZ WAIT!” you stated as you took after him once more, grabbing his arm, he dragged you a couple feet before stopping angrily once more. “Please... You’re my Rhett, George... I can’t live without you” you pleaded with tears running down your red cheeks. He ripped his arm away from you and this time, you didn't reach for it. 

“Frankly Dear, I don't give a damn” he whispered harshly before turning and taking off once more. The words that Rhett had told Scarlet, hurt you every time you read ‘Gone with the Wind’...

But hearing it was another feeling you wished you could never feel again.

You wrapped your arm around your waist as you let your sobs come out finally. So this was how Scarlett felt... Alone and scared. Shaking your head, you turned back around and saw Speirs staring at you, softness and understanding was evident in his eyes, but you had no idea why.

December 21st, 1944; Bastogne: 22 Years Old

It was silent as you two walked. You weren't complaining, considering you heard nothing but screams for a medic and/or the shells exploding with the trees all day every day. The silence was peaceful. 

But this walk was anything but peaceful.

You never forgave George for breaking your heart like that and George couldn't forgive you for lying, so you both silently agreed to not talk. For a whole year and 7 months, it was fine. A flare went up and you watched it as it illuminated the sky above you two, hearing some gunshots in the distance you knew you were getting close to the base. You didn't understand why Eugene wanted you two to talk, it wasn't like you two were lovers or ever going to be lovers. You lied to him and he broke your heart. 

The silence was better. 

“We gonna talk or just stay silent?” His sudden voice made the hairs stand on end as it came out of know where. But you didn't answer, instead walked faster to get back to base as fast as you possibly could. Minutes passed before he spoke up again, but this time it was different.

“Do you remember that night? The night of the film?” he stated causing your eyebrows to crinkle as you stopped in your spot. Turning to him, you looked at him in confusion. “Gone with the Wind?” you asked as if there was any other film you two had gone to. He nodded before leaning against a tree that was nearby. “December 21st... 5 years ago today. That's the date of the film, and its the day that I knew I had fallen in love with you... The girl I got suspended for.” 

Your cheeks heated up in the cold air and your breath seemed to catch in your throat. Your hand subconsciously rubbed your bag where the book was, the book he fixed. “Loved” you corrected shakily “You loved me... Please keep it past tense” you muttered finally before turning and walking away. You heard his quick pace behind you before he grabbed your wrist, whipping you around and pinning you to a tree. “You lied to me...” he stated firmly as his cold fingers touched your cheeks, his eyes were bright in the moonlight and for a second you didn't register his words. Rolling your eyes, you tried to shove him away, angry that he had brought up your one little mistake.

But he didn't budge.

“I lied too” he stated once more as his fingers went to your braids. “Which part” you scoffed, thinking that he never loved you and it was all a big lie for his ego... His eyes flicked to yours.

“That I stopped” 

Your heart stopped and your lips began to tremble a little, both from the cold and from his words. “Frankly, I don't think you could do anything that would make me not love you...”

“Then why ignore me?! Why stay silent for a whole year and a half?!” you argued back as you shoved him away. He finally flew away from you, giving you space to pace. “Because... Because I thought silence would be better... I thought you deserved better. But now I see you with Speirs and it gets me all riled up-”

Your scoff made him angry but he stopped mid-sentence none the less. “You got over me, I never got over you Y/n”

“YOU TOLD ME YOU DIDN’T LOVE ME GEORGE!! THIS IS NOT GONE WITH THE WIND” You screamed into the night air causing a few birds to fly away overhead. “Y/n” he started quietly which seemed to calm you down for the minute after your angry outburst. “You are my Scarlet... And I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands” he quoted as he stalked towards you. You knew what he meant, you were never free for him as you were always under some man's arm. “Let's be different than Rhett and Scarlet... I want you to be my one and only. I knew that from day one Y/n when I saw your bright eyes as you watched that film...” 

His hands touched your skin once more and you finally melted into it. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, you kissed back after a couple of seconds but once he pushed you to the tree, your memories came back. George’s hand trailed up your waist and it felt like Sobels, you tried reassuring yourself that it was George but the fear still froze you. “I know you want me too” he whispered into your ear sweetly, it was supposed to be comforting and reassuring that he too wanted this, but it did the opposite. He kissed your throat and once his hand cupped your breast you let out a sob. He jumped back quickly, afraid that he had done something wrong, but once he saw the tears he realized what he did.

“I’m sorry” he whispered out as he tried to cup your cheek with his hand but you flinched away in instinct. He dropped his hand and stepped back, ashamed for being so selfish. “I didn't mean to... I-I just wanted you to feel loved and safe... I-I-I completely forgot and I’m so sorry.” he whimpered out before taking off towards the base. Leaving you in the cold.

Once more.

December 21st, 1939; Boston, Massachusets: 16 Years Old

The movie ended 4 hours later and the cold snowy air outside was welcoming considering the theater was hotter than hell itself. Pulling out your gloves from your purse, you pulled them down your freezing fingers before taking off towards the bus stop for your trip back home. A hand grabbed your arm, causing you to yelp and prepare for action, but the face calmed you instantly. Giggling you slammed your fist playfully into George’s arm, “You scared the crud out of me” you teased as you hopped on your toes, trying to warm up. He smiled at you softly, trying to capture how you looked at this moment in his brain. Your rosy cheeks made you look beautiful as the snowflakes seemed to form an ice crown on top of your hair. “Do you want a ride back home? I brought my car.” He finally stated before shoving his frozen hands in his pockets. He wanted an excuse to talk to you, but you took it as a bit creepy.

“Um... My father really wouldn’t like that, but thank you anyway.” You stated sweetly before spotting the bus down the street. “Shoot! I gotta go before it leaves! It was nice meeting you George!” you called out before taking off. “Wait! I didn't get your name!!!” He hollered out but you couldn’t hear him as you climbed on to the bus. He was going to figure out who you were, he thought as the bus took off down the street.

He’d find you again.

“My Scarlett”

December 21st, 1944; Bastogne: 22 Years Old

“You gotta be more careful with my gun babydoll” The voice made a smile rise to your lips as you looked from your spot in the foxhole up towards your ‘dark knight’. Ronald Speirs had been your off-again-on-again beau ever since the night that George shattered your heart. He had taken you for a drink, not liking the look of sadness on your sweet face. One thing led to another and well...

He was the only one you felt safe with when it came to things like that... He took it slow, simple and easy. Never pushing and always making sure you were okay, your mother would approve. But no one else did. Which is why you hid the relationship.

He dropped down and cupped your cheek before kissing you softly. The taste of George still lingered and guilt exploded in your stomach. You shouldn't have kissed back, you just didn't know what to do. “He kissed me” you started as you pulled back, guilt evident in your eyes as you stared up at the man who never once did you wrong. Ron pursed his lips but nodded “you kissed back didn't you?” he muttered out and you recoiled back in fear of being punished. He never once laid a hand on you, but angry men scared you none the less. 

“I didn’t know what to do Ron” you cried out softly as tears began to flow down your face once more, you didn't know how else to show your guilt, but this spoke volumes to the man next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist before pulling you to sit next to him, your legs went across his lap as he cradled you into him like a child. “Hey hey hey, its okay baby... I’m not mad... I could never be mad” he whispered into your ear as one hand ran through your braids, breaking them apart and out of their band. He knew of your fears, which was why he was gentler around you. He never yelled at you and even went so far as to not yell around you, knowing full well how it affected you. 

How it all affected you.

He let you cry it out but he knew full well that he wasn't going to let you go yet. Not even if George Luz himself ripped you away from him. He would fight for you. Fight for your heart. Fight for your love. You were his. Old memories couldn’t haunt you anymore. That same crush was there, but he would win you over.

For he loved you more.

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[zuko-thee-stallion]

teenage fever

(a little one-shot from my spiderman au )

also, read on ao3.

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to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:50 a.m.

r u up loser?

Three dots appear at the bottom of her screen. They disappear then reappear again. She bites her lip in anticipation. This time he sends his response.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:51 a.m.

yh.

To be honest she doesn’t even know why she texted him in the first place. She’d been feeling weird as of late. Like she actually...cared about things. She shudders at the thought. This is the type of shit Jason does. She snaps out of her thoughts rather quickly when she realizes she hasn’t answered Leo in - she checks the time on her phone - three minutes! She mentally kicks herself for getting so consumed in her thoughts.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:53 a.m.

good.

She takes in a shaky breath as she waits for his answer.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:53 a.m.

is everything ok?

No! She wants to say. No, I’m not okay! She wants to tell somebody - anybody -how she’s feeling, but how does one express how weird they’re feeling to their best friend?

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:54 a.m.

yeah

Wrong answer. Now he’s sure to press for answers. What’s even worse is how quickly he responds.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:54 a.m.

ok, now i know something’s wrong. first, u text me at one in the morning and second, u don’t say “yeah”. well, at least like that.

“Fuck,” she curses. Why couldn’t she keep emotions in check like a normal person? And why did she have such an observant best friend? 

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:55 a.m.

first of all, it’s not “one in the morning” it’s 12:55, second of all i can say “yeah” whenever i want to, third of all i hate u.

Three simple words with a world of meaning but Leo, of course, knows better than to take offense.  

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:56 a.m.

yh, yh. but seriously...what’s up?

She groans as she queues up Netflix on her computer, knowing full well that Leo’s not going to drop the topic anytime soon. (Again, why did she have such an observant best friend?) She quickly scrolls through the movie options before ultimately deciding on Carrie.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:56 a.m.

fine. what do u want to know?

She starts up the movie, quickly getting wrapped up in it before realizing that Leo’s already answered her.

 to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:57 a.m.

i wanna know why you’ve been acting weird around jason.

She swears her heart stops for a second before beating at an abnormal rate, followed by a horrible fluttery feeling at the pit of her stomach (which seems to happen a lot at the mention of his name).

to: annoying hoe :/

from resting bitch face ;p

1:07 a.m.

how do i act weird around jason?

She thinks long and hard about how she acts around Jason. Nothing so far seemed to spark any oddities. She doesn’t treat him any differently than she does Leo.

to: resting bitch face ;p 

from: annoying hoe :/

1:07 a.m.

r u serious?

She scowls. What does he mean by that? 

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:08 a.m.

deadly. tell me how i act “weird” around jason.

At this point, the movie’s been long forgotten, currently being used as background noise for her highly stressful situation.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:09 a.m.

first off, every time he comes around u or somebody mentions his name u visibly, albeit slightly, perk up. like u look a little less angry than u usually do.

The text stops there but soon, the three dots appear at the bottom of her screen.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:09 a.m.

secondly, u always have this fond look on ur face whenever he is near.

She blinks. Once. Twice. Huh?

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:10 a.m.

no, i don’t.

Fond look on my face my ass. If there’s one thing you can count on, it’s Piper McLean never going soft.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:10 a.m.

unless u r constantly looking at urself in the mirror there is no way you could possibly see urself.

Does he have a point? Yes. Does that mean she would ever admit that? Hell no. She throws her hair into a messy bun while waiting for a response.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:10 a.m.

as i was saying, u also seem to spend time with him more.

She audibly scoffs in disagreement, knowing full well that he’s right once again.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:11 a.m.

how?

Thinking back, she realizes that she doesn’t spend a lot of physical time with Leo. Instead, they call, text, and facetime. Meanwhile, she and Jason hang out a lot more.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:11 a.m.

if i admit that i spend time with him will u leave me alone?

She sits up, anxiety practically oozing out of her. Why was Leo so determined to prove that she liked Jason? Were there any other things that she subconsciously does around him that other people noticed too? Did she like Jason? Sure, he understands her although he can be oblivious at times. And his sarcasm rivals her own (which was surprising by the way). And the way it seems like he’s been aged beyond his years yet still holds an essence of innocence. Or how his face lights up when he talks about topics he’s passionate about. How the scar on his upper lip curves into a little crescent whenever he smiles. How he has a tattoo of his sister’s birthday in Roman numerals because she’s the only family he has right now. How he is so unbearably happy and kind regardless of all the shit he’s been through. How he’s adorable at times and how he makes her want to punch his lights out for being so stupid. How he’s just so...beautiful. Ugh! She gets out of her, very comfortable mind you, bed just so she can faceplant into her pillows. Did she not just say that she doesn’t go soft? “Stupid Jason. Stupid, stupid feelings,” she grumbles. A chime from her phone startles her out of her pity party. Tentatively, she lifts her head and grabs her phone. The notification is from Leo, of course.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:13 a.m.

idk. 

Her anxiety bubbles up again, thousands of “what if” scenarios flit throughout her head.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:14 a.m.

leo. what if i do like him? what if he doesn’t like me back? what if he does like me back? what if i don’t like him back?

She can’t bear the thought of losing Jason as a friend because even though she might not show it, she cares about her friends. Hell, she might even consider them family and that’s a big deal.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:14 a.m.

whoa, whoa. calm down, piper. i didn’t know this meant so much to u.

Was he serious? Of course it meant a lot to her, she could possibly lose one of her best friends over a stupid crush.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:15 a.m.

well, now u know.

This was all too frustrating and confusing and she had too many questions. When did I start liking Jason? Why did I start liking Jason? Did he feel the same way? 

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:15 a.m.

ok, ok. but, one, if u do like him i’m sure it won’t be the worst thing in the world. two, there’s no way of knowing unless u ask and if he likes u back then u guys can date and be all mushy. three, if u don’t actually like him and if he likes u i’m sure he’s not gonna get mad or anything like that.

She appreciates Leo’s reassurances. She appreciates him for being there for her while she is currently having an exponential crisis. She appreciates him for being one of her only friends even though she’s an outcast. She almost considers changing his contact name. Almost.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:16 a.m.

thanks leo. i really needed that.

His reply comes quick.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:16 a.m.

yh, ik i’m awesome. now leave me alone so i can get my beauty sleep. i suggest u do the same.

She cracks a small smile as she types up her response.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:16 a.m.

goodnight leo.

She turns off her phone and curls up under the covers, knowing that even though her problems aren’t solved, she can sleep easier knowing her inner turmoil has been partially solved.

She wakes up to a text, which surprises her because no one in their right mind would be up before eleven o'clock on a Saturday.

to: Pipes :)

from: sparky :]

7:34 a.m.

Hey Pipes! Do you want to get ice cream later on today?

Nobody except, Jason Fucking Grace.

to: sparky :]

from: Pipes :)

11:48 a.m.

sure, what time? 

[petertheparker]

Runaways [one shot]

Requested by @wolkenlichtblitz

Summary: Could you do a Peter Parker imagine with 16 and 27 You ran away from home and you bump into May and she took you to their apartment and gave you clothes and stuff and then Peter comes home and sees you (you both are in love with each other but don't know it)?

16 "is that my shirt?"

27 "Why'd you take so long?"

"GO TO FUCKING HELL"

You couldn't stand another moment in that apartment with her. That God awful woman. You gripped harder on your bag strap, practically bolting out of the door while slamming it back into the door frame.

That's it, that was the last straw.

The crisp air attack your exposed skin as you walked along the sidewalk. You could feel angry tears start to well up in your eyes but you let them fall. Hot, salty drops dripped onto the pavement. You felt like screaming. You wanted to scream until your voice turned horse or until your lungs gave out. Either one was okay with you.

You didn't even know where you were going. The only thing you wanted to do was to get as far away from her as possible. Stephanie. Your step mom. More like step monster.

Fights between you to become a regular. Every opportunity she got she'd knit pick at you. You're wearing that? Fix yourself. Sit up straight. What would your father think if he saw you actinglike this! I'm the adult, you're the child. Don't talk back! You're an embarrassment

It was as if someone lit your blood on fire, you couldn't take her abuse any longer. You needed to leave that toxic environment before you did something you'd regret.

Stopping at a cross walk, you finally took in your surroundings. Absorbing the New York weather,taking in the cloudy morning and accessing the people around you. You catch a reflecting from a window nearby.

I look fucking awful.

The cool breeze sent your hair into a slight frenzy ruining whatever hairstyle you had it in, your crying caused your face to flush and eyes to puff up. Not to mention how your nose was running. How attractive.

But that didn't really matter right now. All that you could concentrate on was the pure rage that coursed through your body, the absolute furiousness you felt.

You gripped your hands until you felt them bleed, you clenched your jaw until your teeth screamed at you to stop. You wanted her to feel your pain and hopelessly. The lonelness God, you wanted your dad back. So so bad.

The waterworks started again, and this time you couldn't stop it. All the suppressed feelings resurfaced. The angry, sadness. Everything. It felt like the whole world had stopped and it was just you and the endless void of tears.

"Y/N?"

A quiet voice filled with concern brought you back to reality. You're face to care with Mrs. Parker. Peters aunt.

". . .May?" You hated that your voice cracked.

She was carrying grocery bags and holding an umbrella. It started to Rain and apparently you didn't feel a thing.

"Are you okay hun?" Her soft voice made you want to cry even more.

"No, not really" you wrapped your arms around yourself. Suddenly feeling cold.

"Come on honey, let's go back to my place."

And with that, there you were. Sitting at the Parkers couch. It wasn't like you haven't been here before, it just this was a different circumstance so it was a bit intimidating. On the walk to her apartment, you completely fell apart into May's arms. Telling her everything. You never felt so vulnerable. But it felt nice to finally get everything off your chest. This heavy feeling on your shoulders started to lighten.

You could finally exhale.

May was currently getting you some dry clothes. Everything you had was socked and she said she'd just toss them into the dryer.

"Okay, so everything I have might be a little outdated for your choice so I just grabbed some things from peters room. Is that okay?"

"Uh-yeah, that's fine"

"Great, here you go. The bathroom is down the hall first left." She said as she handed you some clothes.

Grabbing the clothes you set off to the bathroom. Locking the Door behind you, you finally took in your appearance. Your hair was stuck to your face and eyes were a little less puffy. It could be worse.

Stripping off the wet clothes you looked at the graphic tee May had given you. It read 'I lost an electron. Are you positive?' Peter's favorite shirt. Bringing it to your nose you smelled in Peter's familiar cologne. Hazelnut and vanilla. It was your favorite.

You pulled the T-shirt on and noticed that it was a size to big. The end seem went mid thigh and the short sleeves covered most of your upper arms. You loved it.

You grabbed the dark leggings May had given you and put those on. You took one last look at yourself and exited the bathroom. You placed your wet clothes in a basket and headed back into the living room.

The sound of jingling keys brought your attention to the front door as it swung open. Peter a second after sauntered in with headphones dangling around his neck "Hey May, I'm hom-"

"Is that my shirt?" He pointed.

You look down at the shirt and look back up. Hoping Peter doesnt see your gradually growing red face. "Oh yeah this uh" Your mind was drawing a complete blank.

"Pete your home. I assume you got my texts."

Thank Goodness. You mentally thanked May for saving you from that awkward moment.

While they conversed you took that opportunity to settle back into the living room trying to calm your nerves. You took out your phone and saw the screen display 53 missed calls and 47 messages all from Stephanie.

You turned off your phone and tossed it to your left side. You brought your legs up and hugged them. Staring at the coffee table.

"Hey Y/N" Peter stood near you with a blanket and a smile.

You could of won an medal for the flip your stomach just did. You loved his smile. The way it light up his face. Making his freckles beam even more. Gosh.

"Mind if I sit with you?" He gestured to the empty space to your right. You nodded.

The couched dipped due to his weight. He shifted for about a minute. Trying to make himself comfortable and not touching you. Once he settle in he draped the blanket over both of you. "You comfy?" He gave you a nervous smile while his face glowed a soft pink.

"Uh not quite" You moved your legs so you were resting them on his lap and snuggled deeper into the blanket. "Now I'm comfy"

Peter smiled that smile at you again. Anything that boy did made you weak in the knees. And you couldn't help but smile back. You felt him tense up as he looked away. He reached for the remote turned on the TV. You both mindlessly watched what was on but clearly, you both weren't interested.

Peter was the one to break the silence. "May left for work and won't be back until later tonight." He glanced over at you. "So it's just going to be us today"

"Oh uh-cool"

Oh my God, could you get anymore awkward!! Say something else!!

"You-you wanna watch a movie!"

"Yeah, that sound great. I know the perfect one" Peter moved from the couch carefully moving your legs and made his way to the movie section. You felt a bit disappointed from the lack of contact but insantly felt better when he flashed you Star Wars.

"Oh my god Peter Parker, you could not get anymore nerdy!!" You covered your mouth as you laughed. Something you haven't done in a while.

Peters ears reddened as he through a pillow at your direction. "Says you!! Have you seen the shirt you're wearing!!" It was your turn to blush.

But with that comment you both broke out into fits of laughter. Anymore awkward moments were no more, you both eased right into each other's company. Spending the rest of the day watching movies, snacking and teasing each other relentlessly.

By the sixth or seventh movie you both were exhausted. Peter took that chance to lay his head on your lap. Which you didn't mind. You subconsciously racked your fingers through his hair. Feeling the soft curly locks and appreciating the reaction you got from him.

Peter felt so relaxed under your touch. He could stay like that forever. It wasn't long until Peter fell asleep.

His soft snores made you giggle. Gosh, you loved this boy. With him laying on your lap, you looked at his profile. His defined jaw line, that one scar on his cheek slowly fading away. His beautiful freckles. Everything about him made your heart stop.

You couldn't take it anymore, so you bent your head down and kissed his cheek. It was short and sweet.

"Hey" Peter's tired voice startled you.

"Why'd you take so long?"

You're faced burned a deep scarlet. "I-I thought you were asleep" You stammered.

Oh my God oh my gOd

Peter locked eyes with you and watched you ramble. He lifted his hand to your cheek and pulled you down towards him. Connecting his lips with yours. Stopping you from finishing your sentence. It was pure bliss.

He pulled away for a moment to catch his break. "Stop Talking Y/N and just kiss me"

And so, you did.

A/N: well I wrote that in like 2 hours it's currently 23:59 oops. Hope you like it @wolkenlichtblitz I tried my best to follow the prompt!! If you like this one request another!! (Didn't proof read/edit sorry for Grammar mistakes!!°°°°)

[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

SV ch.58

it’s here, guys, the chapter is out, go go go go.

opening scene: a rhinoceros spitting out a snake. uhm.

EDIT:

Upon seeing Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu had subconsciously moved closer to Zhuzhi-Lang’s back. It wasn’t that he was still fleeing Luo Binghe at every opportunity, but that he had a guilty conscience and no face to see him. He didn’t dare think what sort of mood Luo Binghe would be in after seeing him breathe his last breath before his eyes for the second time.

the thought keeps breaking my heart, sqq now you know lbh is far less diabolic than you thought, your disciple is still in there, PLEASE TALK TO HIM. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MUCH HE IS SUFFERING RIGHT NOW?

EDIT 2:

Tianlang-Jun raised an eyebrow, this expression also bearing a remarkable resemblance to Luo Binghe. “And he wouldn’t hesitate to capture two hundred Black Moon Rhinoceros Pythons to break the wards around the Holy Mausoleum. Peak Lord Shen, this son of mine really does hold some extraordinary feelings towards you.”

Shen Qingqiu had no retort to that. This was the demonic beast which, in the original work, could render even the Endless Abyss with its call. And for breaking into the Holy Mausoleum, Luo Binghe had captured two hundred of them for a single-time use.

i’ll probably sound crazy, but this is kinda romantic? the mausoleum is obviously an important place for the demon race, even lbh was working to proceed in the right order, waiting to be ready to go in there with his demonic buddies and all, so for him to just barge in to retrieve shizun’s body, not caring about conseguences or anything, hunting such powerful demonic beasts... *swoons*

EDIT 3:

He fixed an unwavering glare on Shen Qingqiu, sparks bursting in his eyes, looking like he was both boiling with anger and about to cry.

he is so intense and so precious at the same time, like, i wanna hug him and run away at the same time! sqq all tense and worried for him while lbh fights with father-in-law, i am scared his dad is gonna do something bad and everything will crumble down again and that’s not what they deserve!! 

also, lbh throwing xiu ya at sqq and looking away only after making sure that shizun had a means to protect himself -my body is pounding at the same rhythm as my heart, this is love

EDIT 4:

Wasn’t! The! Protagonist’s! Halo! An! Unbreakable! Golden! Body! Laid! Down! In! Law!?

OKAY I AM FREAKING OUT??? IS IT POSSIBLE THAT THE LAWS OF THE STORY DO NOT APPLY TO FATHER-IN-LAW??? it wouldn’t be strange, i think, since he is part of the novel, but not really of the author’s “official” universe, being cut out and all. THIS IS SO INTRIGUING AND SCARY!!!!!!

EDIT 5: i am such a tense mess right now

EDIT 6: they are still fighting, why is father-in-law in rasputin version so strong, can’t he just break into pieces and go to hell

EDIT 7:

Shen Qingqiu said, half-sincerely, “My heart is not weak at all, but I’m broken-hearted that you’re doing this to my disciple. You release my disciple, I’ll release your nephew. How about that?”

SHIZUN IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST SHIZUN ALIVE. LOOK JUST HOW FREAKING COOL HE IS, TRYING TO BARGAIN WITH FATHER-IN-LAW WITH SUCH A CALM AND COLLECTED ATTITUDE, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

he said my disciple, guys i am freaking out. m Y d I s C i P l E.

EDIT 8: FUCK YOU ZHZUHZUHZUZZ

EDIT 9: HOW DARE YOU TOUCH LBH YOU LOW FILTY DEMON SHIT I AM GONNA CRASH YOU

EDIT 10: 

While speaking, his five fingers subtly curled. Luo Binghe gave a stifled groan, fresh blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, but he still turned his gaze towards Shen Qingqiu with great difficulty. Clenching his teeth against the blood foaming from his mouth, he gritted out, “…Go… anywhere is fine… just don’t stay here!”

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG THIS

I AM SCREAMING I CAN’T OMG MY BEAUTIFUL LBH

EDIT 11: AS I SAID

SHIZUN IS SO SO SO SO SO SO ABSOLUTELY AMAZINGLY COOL I CAN BARELY STAND

EDIT 12:

Zhuzhi-Lang said, “It’s not that you grabbed the wrong person, Master Shen, it’s that I swapped the hand you grabbed.”

This was the last straw for Shen Qingqiu, and he smashed a fist into the stone door. “I wanted to be together with Luo Binghe in the first place!”

Zhuzhi-Lang started, then said, “Master Shen, weren’t you and he… already together long before?”

“…” With these people, it’s really hard to say!

AS I SAID

FUCK YOU ZHUZHUZHZUHZUZH

i feel like they are trying to fool me and i keep screaming “yesss! NO! OMG YES! WTF NO” can you all freaking stop!??!?!?! now lbh is with his father and i am dying inside

also, i wanted to be together with Luo Binghe in the first place, shizun are you trying to make up for all the missed moments you could have said something cute and romantic about lbh?? are you trying to kill me with this angst and you being honest while lbh is not there??? ARE YOU?

EDIT 13: 

A pillar of magma thick enough to enclose four men shot towards the sky, instantly engulfing Tianlang-Jun in a raging blaze.

(i don’t even dare hope-)

But soon, he couldn’t laugh anymore. Luo Binghe staggered along close behind him, also rushing into the hall. One of his arms hung slack at his side like it had been completely broken, blood poured from his head without end, and one of his eyes wouldn’t open anymore.

(OMG BABE NO-)

EDIT 14:

Before, every time Luo Binghe caught Shen Qingqiu, he would fix a fierce and rigid glare on him, but this time he didn’t even look. Seeing Shen Qingqiu’s gaze, he even avoided his eyes, subconsciously using his unbroken left hand to wipe away the bloodstains by his eyes.

PLS just let them escape in peace so that lbh can heal himself or shizun can help him, i’m suffering! 

i think lbh can’t look at him because if he does, too many feelings will bubble up and he’ll crumble in front of him -and right now, more than ever, he needs to stay focused. ah, angst, i’m in so much pain-

EDIT 15: 

He was just planning to open his mouth and ask about the situation when Luo Binghe rushed to get in his words first. “This body, are the spiritual veins working well?”

LBH CAN BARELY STAY UPRIGHT AND THE FIRST THING HE SAYS IS IF SHIZUN’S BODY FEELS ALRIGHT.

like, no, okay, it’s not like i’m dreaming of unicorns and flowers and hearts and pink stuff dancing all around them, i’m totally fine, pls, DON’T MIND ME DYING BECASUE THEY ARE TOO BEAUTIFUL

EDIT 16:

For Luo Binghe to have sustained it for several days, he didn’t know how much spiritual energy he had wasted on this meaningless endeavor, and he still dared to storm the Holy Mausoleum alone right afterward. Shen Qingqiu’s chest felt a bit stuffy, and he scrambled to find a topic of conversation with his thoughts in a scattered mess.

shizun is so touched, you thought well to this disciple of yours, can you see how much he loves you?! this chapter, though bittersweet and full of angst, was so powerfull and intense and important for their relationship, i’m so happy sdoihfoiwjfioej just GET THEM OUT OF THERE PLS

Just now, Tianlang-Jun seemed to have said that Luo Binghe “brought along these two strays.” Shen Qingqiu asked, “Who else did you bring?”

Luo Binghe finally gave him a glance and said, “I came alone.”

why do i think there is more to this than he is letting him know? *sighs*

[emospritelet]

may I add the prompt where KOL!Gold turns up with flowers to thank Belle for having taken care of him, and sees her with Will and thinks he's her boyfriend ?

See, I told you the current angst was your fault :)  I tweaked it slightly, but what the hey…

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Gold was halfway towards the Cadillac before he decided that he wasn’t in the frame of mind to drive.  He turned on his heel, striding off towards the town at a pace that he knew was going to cause him a lot of pain by the time he lay down to sleep that night.  He found that he didn’t much care; the pain in his leg would distract from the hollow feeling in his chest, the space where his heart had trying to make itself known again after so many years of wasting away.

He strode along, head down, lost in bitter self-loathing, and his subconscious whispered soothingly that it was only to be expected.  Opening his heart had only ever led to loss.  He had been a fool to think otherwise.  He had been a fool to hope.

By the time he reached the main streets he was tired and in pain, and he couldn’t face the slog through the snow to his own house.  He went to Granny’s instead, pushing open the door and taking a seat at the bar with a sigh of relief.  The bunch of flowers was looking a little windswept by its swift passage from the hospital, and he dropped it on the bar, ordering a whisky from Miss Lucas, hesitating slightly, then making it a double.  She poured it for him with a sympathetic smile, but didn’t fall into the cliché of asking whether he had had a rough day.  He supposed it was obvious to anyone who could see him.  He took a drink, wiping a droplet of whisky from his lip and letting it burn its way down inside.  The arrival of Dorothy was a welcome distraction.

“Hey!” she said, a little breathlessly.  “Hell of a day, huh?  You wanna buy me a drink?”

“Here,” said Gold, shoving the flowers at her.  Dorothy took them, brow crinkling in puzzlement.

“What are these for?”

“Flowers,” he said impatiently.  “Stick them in a vase or something.  Or take them home, I don’t care.”

“Okay, it’s just - why are you giving them to me?”

“Maybe I’m grateful for all the good work you’ve done at the hospital since you got here,” he said shortly, and she gave him a look.

“I know you are,” she said.  “I also know that you’re a thoughtful sort of guy, and I very much doubt you bought these flowers for your favourite lesbian when you know in your heart she’d prefer a decent bottle of vodka.”

“Do you want the flowers or not?” he snapped.

Dorothy put her hands on her hips, the plastic wrapper crinkling around the bouquet.

“Oh, I’ll take ‘em,” she said.  “If you tell me who they were really meant for.  And if the answer is anything other than sweet little Belle French who you’re very clearly totally in love with, you’re an idiot.  Come to think of it, you’re an idiot anyway for giving these to me when you should be presenting them to her on bended knee while you apologise for being an asshat and ask her out for dinner.”

“I don’t—”

“Followed by lots of sex, future marriage and babies,” she added.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said repressively.

“Which bit?”  She grinned at him.  “The part about you being an idiot or the part about you being in love with Belle?  Did I lose you at the marriage and babies part?”

“I did apologise!” he snapped.  “I took your advice.  And Jefferson’s, for all the good it did.”

“You’re not seriously telling me she told you to shove it?”

“Of course not…”  He took a sip of his drink.  “She accepted my apology, said we were friends.  She was very gracious about it.”

“Well then,” she said.  “Now you can move on to the next step, right?  Ask her out.  Tell her you’re totally in love with her and you want to see her naked.”

“For fuck’s sake—”

“You can offer to let her see you naked as a sweetener,” she added.

“I’m not in love with Belle!” he insisted, ignoring both the comments on nudity and the fact that he was almost certainly lying.  “And - and even if I was, it wouldn’t make any difference.  She’s seeing someone.”

Dorothy’s eyebrows shot up.

“Since when?”

“Since he turned up outside the hospital and swept her off her feet,” he said, his tone impatient.

“Really?”  Dorothy gave him a flat look.  “Who is this lothario?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered.  “Short hair.  Her age.  Zelena says they’re together.”

“You believed something Zelena said?”

“Well…”  He frowned at that.  “I don’t think she was lying.  They were all over each other.”

“In what way?”

“In the hugging and kissing way, what do you think?” he said shortly.

“Hmm.”  Dorothy took a slurp of her drink.  “Tongue?”

“I wasn’t exactly gonna walk over there and check,” he snapped.

“So they could just be friends.”

“Friends that like to kiss each other,” he grumbled.

“I kiss my friends.”  She leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to his cheek, leaving the scent of flowers in his nose.  “See?  And trust me, I really don’t want to sleep with you.”

Gold had to grin at that.

“Your loss,” he quipped.

“That’s the spirit.”  She clinked her glass against his, winking.

“You guys started without me!”

Jefferson’s injured tone made them both look around, and he shrugged out of his coat, stamping snow from his boots.  He was carrying a large padded envelope under his arm, and he shoved it onto the bar, brushing snowflakes from his dark hair.

“What’ll it be?” asked Dorothy.  “Gold’s drowning his sorrows, and we’re all pitching in.”

Jefferson’s mouth fell open.

“She said no?”

“She didn’t say anything,” said Gold, in a wry tone.  “I never got the chance to ask.”

“She was talking to some guy,” put in Dorothy.  “And this moron here assumes they’re bumping uglies three times a night, without actually asking her about it.  Hence the drowning of the sorrows.”

“I’m not drowning my sorrows,” muttered Gold.

“Sure you’re not,” she said, with a sniff.  “You’re pretty much crying into your whisky thinking she might have the hots for someone else, but you absolutely have no feelings for her whatsoever, nope.”

“I didn’t say I had no feelings for her,” he said.  “I - I just meant that it doesn’t matter.”

“I never heard of her having a boyfriend,” said Jefferson.  “Where the hell did this come from?”

“I bloody well saw them, that’s what!” snapped Gold.  “Do you people think I just go around creating painful scenarios in my head for fun?”

“Yes,” they said, in unison, and he scowled, turning back to his whisky.

“Look,” said Jefferson patiently.  “I’m willing to bet she’s not seeing this mystery guy.  If she was, why wouldn’t she mention it?”

Gold didn’t have an answer for that, and Jefferson rolled his eyes.

“She was staying at your house for days,” he added.  “Did she mention a boyfriend to you then?  Or call him?  Even once?”

She didn’t.  She didn’t call anyone except her father.

“He was abroad,” he said.  “Just got back in the country.”

“But did she mention him?”

Gold was silent, and Dorothy sighed.

“You need to say something to her,” she said.  “Forget about this not-boyfriend, and just tell her how you feel.  Life’s crappy enough without ignoring the few opportunities for love that come along.”

“I’m not—”

Dorothy slammed down her glass and grabbed at the napkin holder, waving it at him threateningly.

“I swear by all that’s holy if you tell me you’re not in love one more time, I will take this napkin holder and shove it up your oblivious ass!” she snapped. “With no lube!”

Gold burst out laughing, followed by Jefferson, and after a moment she joined in, putting down her weapon of choice.

“I’m serious,” she said, when they had stopped chuckling.  “You like her.  She likes you—”

“She likes everyone,” said Gold wearily.  “That’s who she is.”

“What did I say about the napkin holder, hmm?”

Gold sighed, slumping a little on the bar, and Dorothy turned to Jefferson, fishing a twenty-dollar bill from her pocket.

“Get yourself a drink,” she said.  “And get him another one.  I’m gonna go see what I can find out about this alleged boyfriend.”

“You don’t even know where they’ll be,” grumbled Gold, feeling like a moody teenager and hating himself for it.

“Well, they’re not here,” said Dorothy patiently.  “So they’re obviously at the Rabbit Hole, right?”

“Or back at her place, picking up where they left off,” said Jefferson helpfully, and Dorothy smacked his shoulder.

“Not.  Helping.”

“Look,” sighed Gold, sitting up.  “I appreciate you two trying to cheer me up, but this is ridiculous.  Leave Belle to have some time with her - well, whatever he is.  Just bloody well have a drink with me, would you?”

“Jefferson can be you drinking buddy for the next twenty minutes,” said Dorothy.  “I’ll be back.  Mine’s a vodka tonic.  Keep my seat warm, okay?”

With that she was gone, and Jefferson slid into her seat, beaming at Gold.

“So,” he said.  “What are we drinking?”

x

Belle took a slurp of her drink, setting it back on the table and grinning at Will.  He was very tanned, his hair shorter than ever.  A little thinner than he had been when she last saw him, but he looked happy, which was all she cared about.

“You’re looking well,” he said, echoing her thoughts.  “Small town life must agree with you.”

“It - has its moments,” she admitted.  “What about you?  Still teaching?”

“Yeah, I’m loving it,” he said enthusiastically.  “Going back in the New Year. There’s a great little community of us now, and the local people are so welcoming.  You should come out and visit sometime.”

Belle sighed.

“God, I’d love to,” she said reluctantly.  “No bloody chance at the moment.  I’m trying to save up for a place of my own.”

He made a noise that suggested he knew exactly how it was to need more cash, and picked up his glass.

“Come on then, Belle,” he said.  “Drink up, we’re celebrating.”

Belle shot him a wry glance, and clinked her glass against his before taking a drink.

“There,” she said.  “Now d’you want to tell me what we’re celebrating?  I mean other than you turning up out of the blue right before Christmas after you’ve been radio silent for months?  I know you, you have something to tell me. Right?”

He sent her a lopsided grin, which made her even more convinced he had something to tell her.

“Yeah, sorry about being a crappy penpal,” he said.  “Life kind of got in the way.  I can only stay tonight, as well.  Got a bus to catch in the morning.”

“Well, I’d offer you a bed, but you know how Dad is,” said Belle, with a roll of her eyes.  “We never did set up the guest bedroom, and it’s full of all his fishing crap.”

“No need, I got a room at that bed and breakfast,” he said, taking a slurp of his beer.  “Flew into New York yesterday, and figured I’d stop by on the way to Toronto, see how you were doing.”

“And?” she teased, and he grinned.

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” he remarked, his eyes glinting.  “Okay, I wanted you to be the first to know.  I’ve - I’ve met someone.  The one.  The love of my life.”

Belle’s eyes widened, and she almost bounced in her seat.

“That’s wonderful!” she said.  “Is this the reason for the trip to Toronto?”

He nodded, looking almost shy as he turned his glass between his fingers.

“She’s asked me home to meet the family,” he said.  “Her name’s Anastasia.  Ana.  She’s - God, Belle, she’s everything!”

Belle couldn’t seem to stop smiling.  She reached out to hug him, squeezing him tightly, and Will squeezed back.

“I’m so happy for you,” she said, her voice muffled a little by his scarf.  “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Well, that’s partly the reason for my visit,” he said.  “I - uh - I asked her to marry me.  Wondered if you’d come to the wedding.  It’ll be in Toronto, so not far to travel.”

Belle sat back with a squeal of delight, clapping her hands.

“Oh my God!  Of course!” she said.  “When’s the wedding?”

“Hopefully next September,” he said.  “We haven’t told her family yet.  Belle, I was such a bloody idiot when I asked her, I didn’t even have a ring!  We were walking along the beach at midnight the day before she flew home, and the stars were out, and it was perfect, and I just kind of blurted it out.  Luckily she said yes.”

“Lucky for you indeed,” said Belle, amused.  “So when are you getting a ring?”

“Oh, I got one,” he said hastily.  “She’d been saying how pretty it was, so I hope she’ll like it.  Here, let me show you.  You can give me a woman’s opinion.”

He reached into the inside pocket of his coat, bringing out a little box, and opened it up to reveal a white gold ring set with a ruby and diamond cluster.  Belle took the box, looking it over and smiling with delight as the light sparkled on the cut stones.

“It’s beautiful,” she said warmly.  “I’m sure she’ll love it.  I’m so happy for you, I truly am.  And I can’t wait to meet your bride-to-be.”

He smiled, his eyes gong soft, a far-away look in them.  A look of contentment, of happiness.  He had found the love of his life, and was loved in return.  She found that she envied him.

x

Dorothy shoved her hands in her pockets, tucking her chin into her scarf as she hurried along the street.  The Rabbit Hole wasn’t far, and she soon ducked in through the doorway with a sigh of relief, warmth flooding over her.  She didn’t bother taking off her coat; if Belle was there, it wouldn’t take her long to get the information she was after.

She spied Belle almost immediately, seated at a table in the corner with a young man sitting across from her.  The young man had soulful eyes and a ready smile, with close-cropped hair.  They were talking, their heads close together, but Dorothy couldn’t hear a thing over the sound of the music in the bar.  They seemed to get along very well, but she couldn’t see that the two of them were exhibiting any signs of being a couple.  Just two friends having a drink, as far as she could tell.  She was about to wander over to say hi, when Belle reached over to hug the man.  He hugged her back, eyes closed and a wide grin on his face, then sat back and said something.  Belle let out a squeal and clapped her hands, and the man’s grin broadened as he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a ring box.

Dorothy pursed her lips.  That was definitely an engagement ring.  Belle had taken the ring and was looking it over, talking excitedly.  She can’t be getting engaged to someone when she’s never mentioned him.  That’s ridiculous.

She waited to see if the ring was going on Belle’s finger, but the box was closed, the young man put it back in his pocket, and they clinked glasses. Dorothy nodded to herself.  No kisses.  Nothing to suggest the guy was anything other than a friend.  Probably that ex that Belle had mentioned in the Rabbit Hole, the one who had seemed too much like a brother for her to want to kiss.  Whoever the engagement ring was for, it wasn’t Belle.

“Don’t they look happy?”

Zelena’s voice made her jump, and Dorothy turned with a scowl as the other woman sidled up next to her, a drink in one hand and a smirk on her face.

“They look like two friends enjoying a drink,” she said.  “He’s probably that ex she talked about.  The one that was just a friend.”

“They look like more than just friends to me,” said Zelena snidely.  “I’d say they look perfect for each other.”

“Yeah, well, given that you’d interpret someone telling you go jump in a lake as a come-on, I think your ability to read people is kind of crap,” said Dorothy dryly.  “What are you doing here, anyway?  You decided to stalk Belle now? Given up on creeping out Gold?”

“It’s a free country,” said Zelena stiffly.  “I might ask you the same question. Why are you lurking in here and not down at the diner mooning over that slutty waitress like usual?”

Dorothy felt her fists clench, and told herself to calm down.

“You know, you’re right,” she said.  “Gold was about to buy me a drink, so I should really get back there.  Not like I want to hang out with you, things haven’t gotten that desperate.”

Zelena scowled, nostrils flaring, but she tried to cover it with a smile.

“Suit yourself,” she said airily.  “Perhaps I’ll head down to Granny’s myself, help Dr Gold down some whisky.”

“Be prepared for him to leave as soon as you get there, then.”

“I’d go and say hello to Belle,” added Zelena, “but she looks rather busy, don’t you think?”

Dorothy raised her chin.

“Only one way to find out,” she announced.

She strode over to Belle’s table, causing Belle to look up with an expression of surprise, which became a warm smile.

“Dorothy!” she said.  “Hey!  D’you want a drink?”

“Nah,” said Dorothy bluntly.  “I’m helping a stupid friend drown his sorrows at Granny’s, and I really need to get back there before his brain implodes from all the over-analysing he’s doing.”

“I—”  Belle looked confused.  “Oh.  Okay.”

“Hi,” said the young man, and Belle’s eyes widened.

“Oh!  Sorry!  Dorothy, this is Will.  He’s a good friend of mine.  Will, this is Dorothy.  She works at the hospital as a nurse.”

“Pleased to meet you, Will,” said Dorothy.  “Any good friend of Belle’s is a friend of mine.”

She gave Zelena a meaningful look over her shoulder, and Zelena scowled. Dorothy turned back to face Belle and Will.

“So…”  She gestured between them.  “You guys aren’t dating, then?”

“Oh, God no!” said Belle, with a chuckle.  “No, we’re just friends.”

“I’m sort of ninety percent engaged to someone else,” added Will, and Dorothy grinned.

“Congratulations,” she said.  “Just thought I’d check.  People tend to jump to conclusions in this town.”

She glared at Zelena again, who had developed an interest in the contents of her drink.

“Okay, well - I guess I’ll see you at work,” said Dorothy breezily.  “Nice meeting you, Will.”

She shot Zelena a withering look as she passed, receiving a glare in return, and left the Rabbit Hole feeling somewhat lighter of heart.  Belle was a free agent.  Now all she had to do was get Gold to ask her out.  Piece of cake.

[alphabetaus]

Hey, could I please request some witches au’s?

Sure thing, Anon!

Witch AUs

“Listen, I know I’m new at this and all, but you screeching at the top of your tiny frog lungs isn’t going to help anyone, is it?”

“Don’t you croak at me in that tone.”

A neighbour just moved in next to me, and whenever they talk to me I always feel like they’re interrogating me. It probably has something to do with the vast amounts of smoke wafting from underneath my front door, the sound of me mumbling spells in the middle of the night, and the occasional muffled explosion… Yeah, I’m just a junkie — that’s all.

“Hail Mary! Here I was thinking that you were a witch. Now, that’d be a problem if you were; see, I’m a Puritan/firm non-believer in paganism.”“Hahaha, wouldn’t that be funny?”

A puritan??? I thought they all died out! Of course, the last puritan on Earth has to move next door to me! Of course!

We’ve been friends for years, so are familiars are really good friends with each other too. Recently, while we’ve been doing witchy stuff, I’ve noticed that our familiars are growing extremely close and being affectionate towards each other. That’s weird because like our familiars are supposed to represent our subconscious and that’s not how we feel about each other at all… right?

OK, I know you’re excited about starting your own coven and everything and I agree that we should get the word out for people to join; but is brightly coloured leaflets and witch-themed cookies really the way you want to go?

“So, no fundraising witchy bake sale?”

People think that we just do all this witchy shit for the “””””aesthetic”””””” but like, if we don’t finish this luck spell in time I’m genuinely going to fail this final and then have to flunk out of college. So, sure, we’re running around at the dead of night stealing people’s shit for the “””””aesthetic”””””.

We completed the spell and you went to take your final: turns out we got one of the ingredients wrong, and yes that does mean you aced that test without the luck spell!!!

“I thought you’d be happy?”“Are you kidding me??? I could’ve just gone to sleep at a normal hour instead of stealing hair strands from strangers!! I’m banned from three hairdressers’ because of that spell you know?!?”

There’s a very thin line between being outright satanic and practising witchcraft. I think you’re in danger of crossing that line — what the fuck, is that blood??

Do — Do you have to do the creepy possessed thing everytime you cast a spell? Like, I know you can’t help it and stuff, but that’s the kind of stuff that makes me terrified of you.

I borrowed the broomstick you keep in your wardrobe, and while I was cleaning up some lint; it suddenly shOT UPWARDS AND SMASHED INTO THE CEILING WHILE I WAS STILL HOLDING IT AND IT WON’T STOP MOVING GET ME DOWN FROM HERE I SWEAR TO GOD.

“There’s a reason why I tell you not go through my stuff.”“I thought it was because you were into some weird shit, but not this kind of weird!!!”

Just because I like wearing black pointy hats and have a cat does not mean I’m not serious about practicing witchcraft. Ask anyone from the coven, they’d tell you I don’t mess around with witchcraft: I could turn you into a slug in 0.2 seconds if you’re not careful.

I always get my witch supplies from this superstore that literally sells the strangest things (which is perfect), you’re on a shift on Friday/Saturday nights which is normally when I do my spellcasting. It’s been three months and whilst adding up the bill for numerous butcher knives, sea salt, vanilla extract, and three goldfish — you finally say something to me.

“I know this is none of my business but it’s been three months and I’ve seen people buy weird stuff before but not consistently. What do you even do with this stuff??”“..Are you sure you wanna know?”“If I die tomorrow without finding out, it will be my biggest regret in life, so yes; please.”

“I just do understand the stigma against witches. Like, if people got to know us better, they wouldn’t be so judgemental.”“You’re telling me this whilst cutting out the insides of a dead goat that you bought off the dark web. I think that speaks for itself.”

“It’s not like I can order a goat of Amazon, is it? God, my life would be so much more convenient if I could.”

When you said that witchcraft was a “hobby”, I thought that just meant the occasional herb spell every now and then: that did not mean that you could hold the meetings for your covens at our house?? Are you drinking blood in your tea??

Don’t give me that shit again about how it’s full of minerals and irons — it’s still blood.

Your best friend is a witch hunter (why the fuck there are witch hunters in the 21st century I do not know), so yes, I do — correction: we — have a problem if you keep insisting to remain friends with them. Even if you give me a 12-hour heads up about them coming over: it takes 16 hours for all essences and smells to completely dissipate. Witch hunters are like bloodhounds, nothing gets past them — do you want them to burn me at the stake??

When you asked if I wanted to celebrate Halloween with you, I assumed that would just include a night of watching bad horror movies and cheap candy. A ghost summoning ritual wasn’t really what I had in mind.

I think I might like you just enough to ignore the fact that I may accidentally walk into a ritual in which you’ll be levitating off the ground, your head tilted back, smoke billowing from a nearby pot, and the whites of your eyes showing. I just might.

“So, you know?”“Seriously? You’re terrible at hiding it. There are several things I’ve found in your cabinets that you definitely can’t find on a normal shopping list.”

“Are goat hooves not popular anymore?” “Strangely, no.”

You made some passing comment about witches being “basic” and suddenly it’s been an hour and a half since I started lecturing you on the different types of witches and how complicated it is to be a witch. I don’t know how to get out of this so let’s just say: I’m a passionate advocator for witch rights?

I don’t really know how to respond but you bet your ass I’m now certain that you’ve got something witchy going on.

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