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CARING FOR YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK— ଘ drabbles ┆part 1

ft. pairings :: blitzø, stolas, poly!fizz/ozzie, poly!moxxie/millie // gn!reader wc :: 4.3k note :: i am still trying to flush out this sickness! it's awful but here's some more drabbles. ozzie and fizzy's is so long omg i have fizzmodeus brain rot and got carried away !! warnings :: canon typical language, pet names used instead of y/n (darling, dear, honey, bunny, babe, baby, pumpkin, sweetie), reader throws up, descriptions of throwing up, blitzø using insults as pet names, a little suggestive (blitzø and fizzmodeus)

꒰ BLITZØ ꒱

Moxxie held the phone away from his ear as he heard you trail into another coughing fit. “Can you please just tell him I can’t make it in today?”

“You should really call him yourself.” He paced, worry etched into his brow. Millie glanced at him in concern. “If I tell him you’re sick–”

“Dont!” Your plugged nose filtered your voice. “Don’t tell him I’m sick…”

“What, why?” Moxxie paused, thinking about his boss and what exactly could happen if he were to say something. “Nevermind.” He shook his head. “What exactly am I supposed to tell him?”

“Tell who, what?”

“Gyah!” Moxxie jolted, phone flying out of his hand as he zipped to turn and face his boss. Blitzø entered, eyes scanning the room. “Uh, nothing, Sir!”

“As much as I would love to tear you a new hole and fuck it, Mox, I have more important matters. Like finding out where the fuck my assistant is.” He frowned, realizing you hadn’t shown up yet.

“Oh, uh, right!” Moxxie glanced at Millie, searching for some sort of answer.

“Out!” She spoke up, hands slamming on the table as she stood from her seat. “Told us to let you know! Something about picking up a recent order made for an upcoming client.”

“Fuck yeah!” Blitzø grinned before glaring, “See Mox, that’s how you get shit done. Instead of sitting here on your ass, jerking off.”

“What? But Sir–”

“Anyways!” He strutted past the two and waltzed into his office. “Don’t bother me, I’ve got important shit I’m doing in here!” His words were followed by the slam of the door. Moxxie and Millie shared eye contact before releasing a relieved sigh.

Blitzø immediately walked over to his desk, lounging back in his chair and kicking his feet up. The place felt a bit off without you around. Typically, you two would sneak off into his office to hang out or mess around when you didn’t have any client work.

He opened the drawers and saw the makeshift mini-figures he created of Millie, Moxxie, and you. A huge grin appeared on his lips, tongue sticking out happily. He knows exactly how to pass the time until you get back in the office.

Except, you hadn’t come into the office for the rest of the day. Which okay, sure, you’re probably busy. But, eventually the one day turned into two; and then three; and now four. He stared down at his phone, seeing the last text you sent him five days ago. He really meant to send something, to check up on you. But would you even care if you hadn’t reached out to him first?

His eyes widened, jaw falling slack at the thought. That is until he heard Millie call out your name in an excited tone. He smiled instantly and jumped his desk, nearly ripping the door to his office off the hinges.

“Fucking finally you show up!” He leaned against the frame, a smirk appearing on his face with his brow raised. Until he couldn’t find you. “What the–”

Millie was huddled over Moxxie’s shoulder, looking down at her phone in his hands. Loona was chilling at her desk watching videos on her own phone. “Oh, sorry, Sir. We just got a text… That’s all.”

They got a text? And not him? He gritted his teeth. “Okay, what the fuck do you– I mean. I’m the boss so– Fuck! You know what! They’re fired! See how they get by without a job, that Ass fucker.”

“Uh, Blitzø?” Millie tried to calm him down. “You’re not actually gonna fire–”

“Oh don’t you worry your little head about it, Millie!” He stomped into a pace in front of the white board. “I’ll find out wherever the fuck they’ve been hiding and make sure–”

Loona’s phone went off, interrupting Blitzø’s rampage. Everyone stopped to look at her when she picked it up. “Hey… Yeah… You need more? Already? Yeah that’s fine… I’ll see you soon.” She hung up. The silence in the room caused her eyes to slide over to the others. They all blinked at her.

“Oh no! You’re not going to see anyone missy!” Blitzø wagged his finger at her. She stood up, weight shifting to one side as she jutted her hip out. “Not until we find out where my shit face assistant is hiding!”

“Are you serious?” Loona frowned at him. “They’re at their apartment.”

“What.”

“I’ve been dropping stuff off these past few days while–”

“Oh that sexy dick sucker is gonna fucking pay!” He stormed out, not even hearing the rest of what Loona was going to say. She huffed.

“I’m not dealing with that.” She sat down in her chair again and went back to her phone. As much as she didn’t mind helping you while you recovered, she wasn’t going to try to interfere with the relationship you had with her dad.

You felt your body tense at the loud noise heard from beyond your bedroom. Someone had knocked on your front door. You churned it up to one of your neighbors or someone with the wrong address and slowly closed your eyes once more.

The incessant banging prevented you from falling back to sleep. Now, a familiar voice had tacked on to the noise and caused you to let out a groan.

“Alright Dipshit, I know you’re in there! Open up the fuck up!”

Knowing he’d eventually bust the door off the hinges or break the window, you arose from your sickened bedding and shuffled towards the front door with your blanket. “Go away!” You shouted, followed by a few short coughs. That stopped his thumping.

“Gross, why the fuck do you sound like that?”

“Oh fuck you, Blitzø!” You really had zero patience. The past few days your flu has only been getting worse. Loona tried to help out with the few things she brought over but whatever sickness you had was stubborn as hell.

It was quiet… You encircled your blanket tighter around you as you got closer to the door, looking through the peephole and seeing that he was no longer there. Damn. Guess that worked. Which was odd knowing Blitzø.

“What the shit is this?!” Shouting came from your bedroom, followed by shuffling feet and your door slamming open to reveal the person you thought had left. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Oh my Satan.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to your couch, feeling yourself become overly hot. “You can’t just break in when I don’t open the door!” You relinquished your blanket while sitting down. “I told you to leave!”

“Yeah right!” He strutted over. “Just tell me the real reason you’re avoiding me!” Your eyes widened.

“What?”

“You may think your sorry ass was gonna get away with this,” He began pacing in front of your couch. “But I’ve got you all figured out.” He gestured wildly with his words.

“Blitzø.”

“Texting with M&M… having my own Loonie visit you… not talking with me at all!”

“Blitzø!”

“You really think it could go on without me–”

“I’m sick you dumbass!” You shouted and spurred a few coughs from you. He paused, slowly turning towards you. He finally took a real good look at your form. Runny nose that was rubbed to dry, bleary eyes, sunken cheeks.

His eyes widened. “You mean… You didn’t just play hooky to avoid me?”

“No!” You shook your head. “Satan no, I would love to be at work right now.”

Blitzø sighed and glanced at your bedroom, seeing the trail of snotty tissues he pushed through to get to your living room. “Well that explains those.”

You tried to smile, though it came off wearily. “Not to mention, I’ve thrown up twice already.” He glanced back at you. “And that’s just today!” It was quiet as he peered at the floor.

He walked over, sitting next to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Your eyes met his, seeing them drill into your own with a hidden desire of curiosity and… hurt.

“Because…” You glanced away. “Clients have been slow… And, when I saw the rush of appointments we had this week, I didn’t want anything to mess it up or… Be in the way.” You squeezed your hands around your arms.

You felt something gently encircling your waist before yanking you closer to Blitzø. You peered down to see the tip of his tail. He rested his head against your own, sighing. “Fucking idiot.” He whispered. And although it was an insult, you know that it was from a place of endearment.

You scoffed a laugh before poking him in the chest. “You’ll get sick.” You tried to push him away. He merely brushed your hands away and pulled you closer to him.

“Fuck it, a few days off of work doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Except I’ll be the one that has to take care of your whiny ass when you do get sick.”

He glanced at you. “Damn… your raspy voice is making my dick so hard right now.” He wiggled his eyebrows a few times. “Wanna fuck?” He smirked.

Leaning in, you feel a flutter within your stomach.“Oh~ Blitzø.” You whined, eyes half-lidded. Your cheeks filled with liquid before releasing the contents of your soup from earlier. Chunks flew onto his lap and all over the couch. The horrid taste coated your tongue as leftover bile leaked down your chin.

Blitzø sighed, slowly pushing your heaving face away from his dick. “Yeah I probably deserved that.”

꒰ STOLAS ꒱

The bird prince had just finished preparing himself, placing his crown on and taking one last glance in the mirror. He would be meeting you soon and wanted to look his best considering you both would be spending the whole day together. His phone buzzed and he chirped with excitement. He made quick steps over to his phone with a smile. That is, until he saw your text.

Stolas honey, I can’t make it. I’m so sorry. I think I’ve caught some kind of flu. Can we reschedule?

He felt his brows crease immediately, frown sinking its way onto his lips. “Flu?” He questioned. Well this wasn’t good at all. His fingers immediately began typing.

Hello darling, I’m so sorry to hear that… Perhaps we could be together even while you're sick. A little company while feeling ill always seems to help me. Would you like it if I came over? I could help take care of you while you recover. I don’t mind really, I just want to make sure you have everything you need to feel better. Of course, we don’t have to if you don’t want to

He anxiously awaited a reply, pacing across his room in front of his vanity. Did he come off too needy? Maybe he should have just wished you to feel better and be on his way. But how could he when his loved one is feeling sick? He saw that you read the messages and were currently typing. The bubbles went away a few times and with each passing second, he felt his stomach twist with nerves.

I really want to see you… But I would hate for you to get sick :(

His response back was almost immediate.

No problem at all darling, I promise. A little sickness won’t harm me. I’ll see you in a few <3

After reading his text back, you wearily smiled. As much as you wanted to tell him not to come, in fear of him catching whatever bug you had, you were desperately hoping to see him today. Things had been hectic in both of your schedules so it had been awhile since you two had seen each other. Let alone have time to go out and do activities together.

And of course, Satan was a bitch and chose today of all days to curse you. Or should you say, this entire week he’s been testing your limit. It started out as a small cough and runny nose. It might have gone away faster if you weren’t so stubborn, but that little bit turned into a full blown, body ache and fever.

You laid back down in your bed, placing your phone on your bedside table and sighing. It will be nice to see Stolas, that’s for sure. Having been away from him for so long was taking its toll on you. He really did recharge your draining battery. You closed your eyes, thinking about his caring nature and loving words. Oh to see him will possibly end this sickness instantly.

Stolas pulled his phone out and texted that he had arrived. He grabbed the bags from his car and waved his chauffeur away. The car drove off as he walked up to your door. He knocked a few times, hoping it wouldn’t be much trouble for you to answer. “Darling?” He called out but received no answer. The prince called your cell but again, no answer. He huffed, wondering if you decided on not wanting to see him. Or what if… You were really sick. So sick that you were dying!

Stolas broke in immediately, feet trailing through your place as if he lived there. He found his way into your bedroom, opening the door and seeing you in bed. A long breath escaped his worried lungs, feeling relief when he saw your chest moving in a deep sleep as he walked over.

“Oh, my dear.” He placed a hand on his chest, kneeling down to the side of your bed. Stolas felt an ache grow within his heart as he gazed at your form. Sweaty, shaking, breathless. You appeared tired even as you slept. “My darling, why would you push yourself like this.” He could simply tell that you didn’t get sick today alone, but were most likely not taking care of yourself as you should have been.

His hand reached out, caressing your overly warm forehead before raking his fingers lightly along your scalp. The motion slowly brought you awake, eyes fluttering open to see your lover aside your bed.

“Stolas.” You smiled dreamily before realizing he had arrived. You pushed yourself up. “Oh my goodness, I feel asleep!” Your eyes were wide as your outburst shocked him. Sitting up so quickly, you felt pressure bloom in your head and held it. “Ow…”

“Careful, dear.” He placed a hand on your leg, circling it to soothe you with some comfort. “I’m here now. You don’t have to worry your sick–” He booped your nose. “–little head about anything.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

꒰ ASMODEUS & FIZZAROLLI ꒱

“Hm?” You felt your blurred vision focus on the jester in front of you, headache making itself even more prominent the more you tried to will it away.

“Agree with my choice for dinner after the show tonight!” He bounced in place, arms motivating his movements.

“Oh, uh… Yeah sure.” You stood up and quickly walked over to your vanity, a shaky hand reaching out for the edge as you sat. Asmodeus and Fizz watched as your behavior was completely different from how you typically were before a night at Ozzie’s.

“Oh Honey~” Oz's sultry voice dug into your skull. “Something the matter?” He asked, cautious of your emotions. You shook your head, a strained smile appearing on your lips.

“Not at all!” Heat rushed over your face, a sweat now brewing from an oncoming fever. “Just nervous for tonight. The new routine and all.” You glanced away.

“Aw, our little Bunny is all shakin’ up?” Ozzie walked over, his finger caressing your chin and tilting your face to look up at him. “That don’t sound right at all~” He smirked, though you could see the underlying worry in his eyes as they dipped at the corners.

Sleek metal arms squeezed around you and brought you into a tight hug. “Don’t worry, Babe! If you forget a step or two, just look at me and I’ll help you out.” He wagged his eyebrows at you, tongue sticking out of his upturned lips.

You let out a nervous laugh, feeling the sweat begin to build up on your forehead. “Yeah, thanks, Fizzy.” He leaned in, cheeks squishing together as you both glanced at yourselves in the mirror. The clammy coating on your skin dug into your mind. You worried he might feel just how warm you were becoming due to your fever. You recoiled quickly. “Uh, I think it’s time!” You grabbed your matching cap n’ bells and placed it on your head.

Fizz was saddened at your reaction, peaking at Oz to see if he felt the weird tension coming off of you. As much as he wanted to push for more, he worried that he would upset you. But he couldn’t just let you go without doing something. “Hey.” Fizz grabbed your shoulders, turning you towards him oh so gently, his voice softening. “Are you really okay?” His eyes dewed as his lips pulled into pout.

Your head tilted to the side, bells jingling as you did. “Yes, yes! Of course!” You released a heavy breath, stomach churning. “I’m fine! Totally fine!” Your voice cracked at the end of your words. You stepped closer to the door, escaping your dear Fizzy’s hold. “I’ll get into position now!” You opened the door, beginning to wave at them with your fingers. “Bruise some knees and make them cum, my lustful babes!”

Finally you were free from the room, air so heavy you felt as if it weighed you down. Breathe. Just breathe. You began climbing the ladder to the catwalk to get into position for the opening act that was supposed to start shortly. Your stomach rolled a few more times with the movement, causing you to clasp a hand around your mouth. You felt the bile raise into your throat with a burp but swallowed it back down. The taste barely coating your tongue.

Don’t. Puke. Just put on the show and everything will be fine. You grasped the stripper pole in front of you, hearing the introductions begin. Your platform would be lowered down anytime now. Your knuckles tightened around the metal. Breathe. You closed your eyes.

A jolt sent a shake through your legs as you felt yourself beginning to descend. Slowly, the glowing eyes of the audience came into view, spotlights on you as the music blared loudly.

“The one! The only!” Fizz spoke into the mic, arm outstretched in your direction. Breathe. Smile. Show time. He screamed your name, you flashed a strained grin and began your routine, singing your solo part.

It was going fine for the first few minutes. Your duet with Fizz and the routine felt as if it was muscle memory. Until he grabbed your hand and began to spin you, a few times too many than what you had practiced. When he had finished, he sprung onto the opposite side of the stage and continued his performance. But you, on the other hand, were left in a dizzying mess.

You stumbled, trying to hold your bearings as much as possible. The flashing spotlights made things worse the more you tried to focus on not throwing up. Unfortunately, that made everything more difficult. The lights centered on you, awaiting your final high-note. Ozzie watched your hunched over form, his faces frowning in concern.

Fizz peered at you, his smile faltering when he noticed your hand clasped over your mouth and the pained expression you displayed. He took a few steps closer but you bolted off stage, exiting fast behind the curtain. The two remaining snapped to look at each other before Asmodeus flashed away in a heartbeat.

Fizzy glanced at the crowd, his worrisome face disappeared to the silly grin he always held. He addressed the situation and transitioned to the next act seamlessly, covering for you as if that whole mishap was supposed to happen. He left the stage quickly while the next performance took over. Making his way in the direction you ran off in, he was able to locate you and Ozzie in the bathroom next to the dressing room. Concern etched onto his face as he saw you.

Oz had shifted to his smaller form, hand caressing your back as your head hovered the toilet bowl. “Ahw, it's okay baby. Let it out.” Sweet velvet tones caressed you in comfort as tears streaked down your face. Fizz’s heels clicked over before he sat down on the other side of you. His metal limbs cool against your heated skin.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I wanted too–” You hiccuped.

“Hey, hey, calm down, babe.” Fizz spoke gently, petting your head as you leaned into him. “You should have told us you weren’t feeling well.”

“Froggy’s right.” Oz added. “The show means nothing if your health is at risk.” He tilted your face to look at him. “You mean everything to us. You come first.” Your eyes watered at his words, lip quivering.

“I-I wanna go home.” You sputtered, a hand reaching out to each of them and squeezing tightly. Fizz leaned his head against yours, tail pulling you closer to him.

“I’ll nurse you better, Baby.” He smiled.

“Sounds like,” You hiccuped, followed by a sniffle. “A fun new roleplay we can try.” You quipped with a smirk.

“And we can wear cute nurse outfits!” Fizzy kicked his feet, tongue blepped at the thought.

Ozzie stood, shifting to his larger form and grabbing you both in his arms, lifting you. “After Bunny is feeling better, okay you two?” He shook his head, though an endearing smile remained as he ducked through the door, ready to take his lovers home and get you on your way to recovery.

꒰ MOXXIE & MILLIE ꒱

“Uh… Babe?”

“Yeah?” Moxxie called from the bathroom, his mouth garbled with the spit from foamy toothpaste.

Millie felt your forehead with the back of her hand, noticing your abnormal body temperature almost immediately. “Our little Pumpkin is burning up right now.”

“What?” He spat the extra fluoride into the sink and ran out into the bedroom. He saw you still in bed, body curled up and face scrunched in pain. “Oh, crumbs.” He quickly got closer, sitting on the mattress and copying his wife’s actions. His brows dipped in concern as he stared down at you, his other hand going to your shoulder and rubbing softly.

“We’ll have to call in.” Millie bit her lip, brows furrowing. “We can’t go to work and leave ‘em here alone.”

“You’re right, Sweetie.” He stood back up. “I’ll call and look for some ibuprofen to help with the fever.”

“I’ll fix up some tea.” Millie leaned over, her lips gently placing a kiss on your clammy forehead before she walked away into the kitchen.

“Wait!” You tried sitting up even though there was an immense amount of pressure in your head. They both looked at you worriedly. “Don’t stay home…” Millie came and sat next to you, her hand rubbing your back as you held your head in discomfort. “I can take care of myself, okay?” You looked at her. “I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, honey.” Her eyes stared at you, taking in every bit of your face. “We know that. And before you were with us, that may have been what you’re used to. But ‘round here we take care of each other.” She leaned in, forehead kissing yours as you both closed your eyes at the contact. Moxxie sighed at the scene, his hands hovering his heart.

He walked closer. “And we’ll always be here.” He kneeled on the bed, scooting closer before kissing your cheek. “We’re taking the day off. No matter what you try to say to convince us not to.” He smiled gently before grabbing his cell and returning to his task from before.

You melted at both of their actions, the care and comfort they offered so endlessly being a new feeling to you. Typically, you’d get sick and fight through it on your own. Sleeping in bed and rotting until it finally flushed itself from your system. But this was a completely different feeling, one that you’re slowly getting used to and relishing in the affection.

Moxxie called your boss and through a shit ton of convincing, he was finally able to get Blitzø to agree and let the three of you have the day off. It was basically the entire staff for I.M.P. that wasn’t going to show up for the day, so obviously he was pissed.

Millie walked in and handed you some tea while Moxxie came over with some medication in his hand. “This should help with your fever.” You were able to take them easily and sipped your tea.

“Need anything else right now, Sweetie?” Millie asked. You shook your head, slowly handing the tea back.

“I kinda wanna just sleep right now.” You muttered, glancing at the covers over your legs.

“Mind if we join you?” She smiled softly, her voice quiet to not make things any worse. “A little cuddle session always makes you and Moxxie feel better.”

“I don’t want you two getting sick.” You glanced between them. “As much as I would love to.”

“Well, technically we already slept together last night.” Moxxie began before crawling under the covers and getting situated on his side of the bed.

“That’s right!” Millie followed his actions, scooting you over so you were in between them. “If we get sick, then we’ll be sick together.” She snuggled right into your side, her tail looping around you and Mox and squeezing tightly. You felt another warm sensation crawl across your skin though this time, it wasn’t due to your fever. You sighed, eyes fluttering shut, feeling your lovers’ arms circle around you.

An odd sound was heard from the ceiling before a hefty lump landed onto the bed. Everyone's eyes shot open to see a familiar person.

“Sir!?” Moxxie called out, voice raised.

“Fuck this shit!” Blitzø got up and stormed out of the bedroom. “I thought yall would be porking it up in a sexy threeway!”

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starrybl1ss · 11 months ago

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burning desire౨ৎ

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stu macher ghostface!abby x billy loomis ghostface!ellie x sidney prescott!reader

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<;> importaint info (please read) Hii! Sooo, the storyline of the fic is abt this part in the scream 1 but i changed it up a bit! ౨ৎ warnings: threesom, mention of blood, murder, smut, fingering, knife play, betrayal??, both psycos eating u outtt, pet names, swearing, trauma, death threats, angst, dead body but not really??? begging

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The night was a total horror, it just all started from the woodsboro murder of casey becker, the girl from your school and now it has turned into a nightmare to you and everyone else.

All the murder that the anonymus serial killer in the ghostface mask has done. Your friends, dead. It's all a tragedy,

The aftermath of the party at abby's is all fucked up. Now your running around for your life inside abby's house, terrified.

Your currently upstairs. Now your running down the stairs, sweat and blood all over you.

Your heartbeat felt like it stopped when you saw dina on the living room floor with blood all over.

You start sobbing. "O-oh my fucking g-god! Dina?!" You yelled while breathing heavily.

You quickly looked up as you heard a noise so your ran as quickly as possible towards the kitchen trying to hide when you bumped into abby.

"Woah, woah you 'kay?" She asked you. You panicked around and finally replied trying to catch a breathe "F-fuck, t-the killer is... is.. is fucking here, Dina's dead we need to call the cops and get the fuck out of here abby!"

You heard a noise and looked back quickly as you saw... ghostface.... standing there. You shrieked "FUCK, ABBY LETS GO!"

"shhh, calm down" she insured you. "ARE YOU MAD? THERES A KILLER INFRONT OF US" you shouted at her getting ready to run.

Suddenly, the killer took off the mask and... and... ellie?! "Suprise babe" she said grinning. "WHAT THE FUCK ELLIE?"

You were in horror. "ABBY WE SHOULD FUCK OFF AND RUN" as abby hugs you from behind, she grabbed something from her pocket, a soundbox...

She turned on the soundbox and began speaking. "Hello, y/n" with the terrifying voice that you have heard so many time through the phone before getting attacked.

"SHIT, ABBY LET ME GO PLEASE" you cried out. abby doesn't answer. Ellie got closer and lifts up your chin. "You thought i could do this fucked up game alone huh?"

Ellie lets out her hand as abby game the voice box to her. She turned the voice box on "wanna play a game..... y/n?" She laughed madly. She sounds like she has lost her mind.

"please.... Just fucking let me go..." you begged. Abby whispers in your ear "how bout we draw a little blood first?"

"god, please no... let me go please" you helplessly sob. Tears falling down your cheeks as ellie whipes them off. "It's okay babe, we'll be gentle" as her sweet caring smile turns into an evil smirk.

"Fucking hell ellie, i thought i trusted you" you said. "I know, i know im sooooo sorry babe" she whispers while holding you. Her left hand on your shoulder and right hand on your hips.

"i should have let you rot in jail until your execution day" you sobbed. "You'd miss me if i was gone doll" ellie said.

"See y/n? Wont you miss her if she was gone? Counting down days until she gets executed and die? You wouldn't want that right pretty?" Abby said still holding you back.

"I would, but now i wish you two were fucking dead" you replied with anger. "What if your the one whos gonna be dead tonight doll?" Ellie walk around slowly around the kitchen.

"Fuck you." You yelled while still trying to catch a breath. Ellie gets closer to your body. "What was that? You don't need to act so bitter babe"

"dont ever call me 'babe' again you fucking bitch!" You shout at her. "Remember i have a knife right? I could stab you and gut out your insides anytime. But i won't"

Ellie pulls out her knife as you try to flee from abbys arm but it was impossible, she was so strong. "FUCK YOU BITCHES LET ME GO!" you screamed.

Ellie drags the side of the knife around your bare stomache as you were wearing tight croptop. You felt the cold sensation of the knife on your skin without drawing any blood but is enough to make you panic.

"you look so pretty like this doll" said to you grinning. You were breathing heavily but her words somehow made you blush.

"Awh, your so cute" she teased dragging the knife lower down your stomache. "F-fuck..." you said as your skin gets cold due to the knife.

"Dont worry pretty, ellie's knife is clean. She hasnt killed anyone with it" abby insured you.

Ellie circles the side of her blade on your lower stomache with you closing your eyes. "Don't pretend that you dont like that" she said teasingly.

She stop and slides down the end of her blade carefully down your shorts without making you bleed. You whimper softly from her actions.

"S-shit dont fucking stop" you said desperately. Abby grabs your chin and starts kissing you as ellie drops her knife on the floor and unbutton your short jeans.

Now your just gonna let two psycopaths to ruin you rather than gutting your insides, enexpected but you enjoyed the thrill of it.

It was like 5 minutes ago that you were screaming, begging and shouting telling them to stop but this time you'll be doing the same but differently.

Ellie takes off your jeans leaving your panties on as abby lets go and sits down. Ellie pushes you like a fucking ragdoll throwing you down on abby's lap as you groan.

Ellie squats down infront of you still in the mysterious black coat. She pulls down your panties to your lower knee as you let out a small gasp.

"Fuck, you get soaked real quick babe" you were avoiding eyes contact from the tense when suddenly you felt her two fingers right in you.

"Sh-shit..." she whispered. She then curled her fingers that made you arch your back "ah- fuuuckkkk!" You groan out.

She pulls out both her fingers out of you. "N-no, no pleaseeee dont stop!" You cried out. "Don't worry babe, im not planning to anyways"

She quickly opens up your legs. Her face got closer to your soaking cunt. She gave you small licks around as you grabbed on to abby's thighs.

Then ellie totally eats you out like she was almost starved to death. "mmphhhh! Fucking hell! Shitshitshitshit- a-ah!" You yelled out.

"Fucking hell ellie, move out of the way its my turn to fuck the living shit out of her" as abby stood up and pushes ellie out of the way.

Ellie drops down and tumbles to the floor. "WHATS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM ABS? IM GONNA FUCKING STAB YOU IF YOU KEEP DOING THAT YOU SLUT" ellie yells at her.

"Yeah, you can stab me later after i fuck the brains out of this stupid girl" abby replied.

Abby starts kissing and making out with your sloppy cunt aggresively. Her saliva mixed with your juices. "ngghh- shoot im gonna fucking cum!" You shouted.

"Fuck this abby, i want her to cum on my stupid fucking face. IM HER FUCKING GIRLFRIEND! MOVE" ellie pushes abby and quickly eats you out.

A loud groan leaves your mouth as you came all over ellie's face making her satisfied. "Okay, now can you move?" Abby asks ellie in an annoyed tone.

"Fine whatever" ellie rolled her eyes and moved back. Abby sudenlly flips your body bruising you a bit. "The fuck abby? Could you be more careful with her?!"

"Shut up" she replied. Abby pulls down her pants revealing her black strap-on. Oh fuck- i mean its so big... if you could see it you'd probably think i wont fit at all.

Without hesitation, abby shoves her strap in you causing a little shock to you. "Fuck abby!" You yelled out.

She went back and forth. Fast, and i mean fast. You felt like she was about to cut you in half. Not like she hasn't tried doing that to you in more brutal way.

Abby looks at ellie. "Won't you just sit on her fucking face?" She said smirking. "Sure she could breathe?" Ellie asked grinning. You managed to choke up some words "Please just fucking sit on me"

"Your so desperate. Getting all nasty to be fucked by literal serial killers" ellie said holding your chin so you could face her. then she kissed your lips.

Abby got off of you and flipped your small body again from the floor.

Ellie took off her coat, her pants.... and her boxers. She went on top of your face, hovering on top of your lips. Your lips are just a few inches from her cunt.

Then she sat on your lips, bumping her clit on your cute nose, huffing. You twirled around her cunt. "Oh fuck..." ellie groaned.

Suddenly you felt someone breathing on your cunt. Thats when you knew abby was already under you, licking your fucking wet cunt.

You moaned into ellie's cunt from the action. Ellie stopped and when off you.

She kissed you on the lips and whispered into your ear "you know we're not done with you right, doll?"

The night would never end. Maybe it will, if the god damn cops caught you getting your brains fucked out by two serial killers.

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KAY THIS WAS NASTYYYY ANYWHO IM SOOO PROUD OF THIS AND SO HAPPY THAT I COULD POST THIS TODAYYYY!!! Lately been sooo obsessed with scream like i wish i watched it sooner!!!!ALSO PLS DONT ASK WHAT HAPPENDS TO DINA NEXT LIKE GIRL GOT STABBED AND IGNORE THE FACT THEY DID A FUCKING THREESOME NEAR DINAS (dead??? Idfk) BODY. LETS JUST HOPE SHES OK😭

#ellie x reader #ellie williams #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #scream #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson ghostface #ellie williams ghostface #ghostface #Ghostface smut #Ellabs #ellabs x reader #Billy loomis #Stu macher #Sidney prescott

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hsyvers · 1 year ago

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IM IN LOVE WITH SPIDER-JEN you dont even understand 🥰😝😻 but im craving some angst... can you write yn getting attacked by one of yunjins enemies and she doesnt get there in time? my heart hurts just by requesting this 🤧

for you, i'd bleed myself dry - spiderwoman!h.yj x reader

WARNING(S); vague descriptions of death

NOTES; 1k. i hate writing angst so so much but when someone requests i'll try my best to deliver so 😭 yk atsv and like the thing abt canon events....and the last gwenter scene in tasm 2....yeah....im kinda denying that it's a pt.2 to my spiderwoman yunjin fic bc im delulu <3

"hey!" yunjin yells, her heart hammering in her chest, "y/n! i need to hear you!"

"i'm okay!" you respond shakily, standing on a tiny ledge that oversaw the whole hollow clocktower, except for a bunch of gears moving. the fall would still be able to kill, "focus on your fight!"

yunjin lets out a relieved sigh, wincing at the action. her ribs hurt the more she breathes, her vision getting blurry the more she evades her enemy's attacks.

how much has technology advanced anyway? with all the guys yunjin has had to deal with, especially the last few months, it felt like every terrible person was trying to be on par with spiderwoman.

that's how you all ended up on top of this fucking clocktower anyway. if it weren't for her insisting to give you a quick kiss, he might have thought you were just a normal civilian.

'fucking idiot,' she thinks to herself, forcing her limbs to move. once she feels her foot connect with his face, she dives down to get you.

"hold on tight," she orders, with you nodding quickly. she webs something sturdy above the both of you, but just as she pulls up, the criminal cuts it off.

all yunjin can hear is your gasp and his sickening laugh.

she grabs you with a web and sends another one to hold her up.

he seems bored of repeating the same action, jumping down to challenge yunjin to take him on again.

you see the white eyes of her mask focusing on you, and at this moment, it hurts to think of how much she loves you.

when he tries to grasp her arm, you shout a warning, and yunjin manages to kick him off again, her arm swinging to throw a punch before she holds herself up again.

then the gears meet, and your web snaps.

it happens so quickly, that, you wonder if you even screamed.

yunjin doesn't either. she just jumps.

lower, and lower, and lower.

a string chases your chest.

you hear a crack, and you feel yunjin's arms envelop you.

and you're grateful that that's the last thing you feel.

"please, please, please, oh fuck," yunjin pulls off her mask, tears streaming down her cheeks when she falls to the floor, cradling you, "please, babe, no. don't do this."

she leans her ear to your chest, and she has the urge to die herself when she hears nothing.

"honey, no, please," she begs softly, her chest wrecking with sobs when she presses a lingering kiss to your temple.

"get up, okay? tell me you're alright. scold me for being late to practice. yell at me for dropping you!"

it aches. it aches how alive you looked and how dead you felt.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry," she chants, holding you closer as she cries, "it's all my fault. i should've-...i..."

"you look so tired," you whisper, one late night.

yunjin had come home around 3 am, and she's sitting tiredly on your bed, nuzzling her face onto your chest as you stood and held her.

"everything...hurts."

you pull her mask off, expression souring when you see a cut on her lip and eyebrow.

"one day, i'll kill the people who hurt you like this," you declare quietly, after patching her up, like you always have, and you always will.

"no need," she whispers, burying her face in your hair when you lay on the bed, "i'll handle them and you handle me, okay?"

you giggle, and nod in approval, taking her hand to press gentle kisses on her battered knuckles, "i'll take care of you."

and yunjin is surprised at how much she yearns. even when you're around. and painfully more so when you're not.

"it's rotten work."

"not to me. not if it's you."

she remembers falling asleep to your voice.

she never regretted touching you, kissing you, telling you how she loved you, every single day. she never forgot your lips on her own, her cheeks, and her scars.

maybe that's why it was so utterly devastating.

because she never felt that strongly about anyone, or anything. she was the city's protector while you were hers.

she crumbles completely, and she sits there for hours.

the police can arrive, blame everything on her, arrest her, she didn't care.

the only reason why she tears herself away from your body, was so you could be buried properly. she feels as though she can't speak, her eyes red and dull when she left you.

she doesn't come out of her room for days. everyone seems to notice spiderwoman's absence. her friends try to get to her, but she refuses to respond.

she finally shows her face at your funeral, and when they ask why she did, she merely says it's all for you.

and also, she thinks, because you saved her. again, even after death. you did have a way with words, after all.

to my soulmate,

i know you warned me before we started dating, about how i might be in as much danger as you are.

if you found this, it's because you were right, and for whatever reason, i can't be with you right now.

i just want to say that i don't regret kissing you that one night after you saved me, and i certainly wouldn't take back all the love i have given you and my experiences of you giving all you have left in you to me.

in fact, i'd do it all over again, and even now, i love you, i love you, i love you.

you got this! you can pull through it. you're the strongest person i know. and don't forget to lean on our friends if you need them. i know you'll be in good hands.

i took care of you for as long as i could, and you protected me to the best of your ability. i know, because i trust you.

so please, continue to smile and laugh for me, i'll be watching from wherever i am, so don't you dare forget it!

yours forever,

the love of your life (your words, not mine, babe)

#le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #kpop x reader

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starlvst · 7 days ago

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Top 5 nightwing v2 moments and top 5 foods

ohh my godd nightwing 96 my beloved. truly some of the most INSANE character arcs and dialogues of all time. i still cant pick!

okay so i dont really remember which issues are V2 so if some of these are wrong just use your imagination, my fav moments from nightwing v2 in no specific order::

dick expressing his love and pride for tim. goshh that scene really was everything. dick watching and admiring tim just like people used to admire dick, feeling confident in his little brother and how much he's learning and how he's oh so better than him.

"God, I love that kid. I love him too much to let him see me like this."

especially with what comes after! tim actually taking the time to come to dick and ask him how he felt about the adoption. tim tells dick that bruce still needs him, needs to believe that dick is on his side, and by extension tim needs dick too. and dick's response! his justified anger bc he's in such a bad place rn and he does not wanna here about bruce's fake promises, especially coming from tim.

"Remember how I once told you that Batman needed a Robin? Well that's still true.

But even more than that, he... he needs you. You know, not like every second or whatever, but at the end of the day he needs to know that you're still on his side. It's...important."

and what does dick say?

YOU--! --You have no idea how much of my life I've wasted believing that was true.

2. the whole evil mob arc like "ooh look at me im so bad and evil and everything i touch rots" like babe aint nobody believing that except youu. quoting del's post (im pretty sure) dick grayson you look for your father's love in the most fucked up places <3

"You take as long as you need son, and when you're ready to come home just show up day or night."

3. the scene where roy comes to check up on dick?? hello??

"Nightwing? That you, man? Good to see you fighting the good fight bro!"

"Roy..."

"Ive been hearing all these crazy rumors that you've gone over to the dark side."

AND THEN- THE PUNCH. OUGH.

he is trying to keep roy away, if he keeps him at arm's length, makes sure he doesn't come back, then he won't get hurt. this is dick's mess and dick needs to fix it. classic deflection trick from the bat-book. he also doesn't want roy to see him like this. dick envies roy's sense of self...his ability to stay even when things get tough.

roy's abandonment issues vs dick's active detachment fight

4. the blockbuster monolgue scene... truly one of the best nightwing villains. feeding into dick's guilt complex... u can never go back and the way forward is washed with the consequences of your sins. it's an understatement when i say i lost my MIND reading this.

here's a link to the transcript of the post comparing grayson's dialogue vs taylor's reboot version

5. when dick goes to meet helena and she tells him

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't pry them away from you with a crowbar."

referring to rose and sophia when dick asks helena to care for them--bc he trusts HER.

like.. deep down u know she is right. my girl was not taking his shit today. so much can be said about their relationship and about dick from this one scene but i'm afraid i don't have the words to say it. but i could link some great dickhelena metas here and here.

bonus: literally all the scenes with sophia and rose in them. i really disliked how they left that knot untied, there was so much potential there... so much love and discovery. never getting over them and their messed up little family of have beens and could bes..

--- 𓆩♡𓆪

as for my favorite foods.. that's a toughie. im a really picky eater so those vids you see on social media about going to restaurants and ordering chicken nuggets is exactly me. buttt here's a fragment of an answer::

i lovee my mom's homemade food. mama's cooking is always the best and whenever i venture anywhere away from home it's literally all i can think about. also i know all the love she puts into each and every fresh meal and there never passed a day she let me leave home on an empty stomach <3

the loml kfc fried chicken. look i LOVE chicken of all types- butter chicken, fried chicken, chicken kebab. but kfc chicken as my friday takeout meal has always been a staple in my life.

ALSO CHICKEN RENDANG MMM. THEY WERE REALLY COOKING WHEN THEY MADE THAT.

aloo paratha with butter. you can keep your pancakes and ur waffles there's nothing i'd rather have for breakfast than a yummy aloo paratha and i KNOW im not the only one.

#IM SORRY THIS TOOK 4EVER #tried soo hard to structure this in a good way #i hope its comprehensible #honoured to receive your ask mwahh hmu if you ever wanna obsess over nw v2 with me #laying it all out with red string #letters to the editor

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borathae · 5 months ago

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Chapter 33

WHERE IS HE??? IM IN LOVE WITH YOU AGAIN AND U RUN AWAY NOO

the panic is so visible in the writing even though it isnt said out loud

“Yoongi! Please come out!” *he appears out of nowhere, IM PAN *disappers again

THE PICTURE GOSH

KOOK THANK GOD UR BACK of course he is suspecting us 😭😭but bestie litsen oh yeah i dont need to tell u, u already sniffed us

ok mission find yoongi gosh i feel the nervousness and worry also kook's angry at her too 😭😭

oh no wonder jungkook is not feeling great they left 😭😭fuck i already miss jin and hobi, and now yoongi is also gone AND TAE IS STILL IN DOWN THERE

youre not a burden kook, they wanted better things for you

jungkook and oc sitting on a tree k i s s i n g im sorry i needed to say something to ease myself, this is bad, fuck 😭😭

NOT THE TWILIGHT AGAIN 😭😭its so hilarious

ok looks like things are going to be solved it makes me so angry that you are selfish enough to ruin such a chance for me.” aah

“First of all rude, I am scary” 😾as scary as a kitten

I am pretty sure that I managed to help Yoongi turn his emotions back on. And then when I tried to ask him if I did, he panicked and told me that ‘he cares for nobody’ and then he ran away.” summary of previous chapter

“Maybe our story is like enemies to lovers”, you joke. Jungkook scoffs, “you read too many romance books.” shush lemme rot in my chair/bed ALSO IT IS, i mean they were bickering a lot, but i think the real enemies to lovers is going to be taekook (kook u didnt hear this)

“that’s what I imagine real love to be like.” “Acceptance. Acceptance of their biggest flaws. That’s what real love is.” that was beautiful AND ATTACK TO US

“Yeah”, his lower lip quivered, “like really, really bad”,WE GOT NEWS FOR YOU

You have him and Yoongi too. Jungkook feels so loved right now. GOSH I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH

how is it your fault babe no no dont tell me its going to be, fuck great if I didn’t want this stupid oven then we would still have our house and maybe Cookies would still be alive.” ITS THE OVEN'S FAULT it was probably bad

ou avert your gaze to the moon. It isn’t as big as it was days ago. Time, once again, had passed. It makes you sad, it really does, but sitting here with Jungkook does lessen the burden of it a little bit. The world seems so peaceful up here, with the freshly fallen snow on every tree and the glowing lights of the town in the faraway distance. It is so bright too. The moonlight makes everything glow silver, almost as if it was daytime. this whole thing reminds me of tae and im about to cry i love this para tho. i want to see the moon sitting on a tree too

2 WEEKS?? AND HE STILL HASNT COME BACK shit the loneliness is really unbearable, the vibe of them all together is gone 😭 shit poor tae he is all alone, locked up and ik he isnt even counting days cuz he believes he deserves it 😭 is he hearing her?? i hope he does, at least he would get some comfort from her voice

Apparently the body of a Ripper grows weaker faster than that of a normal vampire. fuck thats so fucked up, forcing it on the vampire and not having an escape from this fate

LORD SPOTIFY JUST PLAYED SUPER TUNA 😭😭 WRONG TIMING

“No, I’m screwed”, he sobs, shaking his head vigorously. maybe jin and hobi will be back before yoongi or maybe yoongi will be back soon

“Taehyung?” he scoffs, “no thanks, I’d rather die.” ha 😃if only u knew haha

why are they soo cutely awkward uwuw babies

Now you are standing by the end of the stairs, just three steps higher than Jungkook. You are fumbling with the handrail, eyes racing over his soft features. Jungkook is grasping the railing tightly, rolling his lower lip between his teeth nervously. You think it is adorable how shy he still becomes sometimes. It gives him that beautiful sparkle in his big eyes. this moment would have been one of their pictures if this was a series

THEY KISSED YIPPEEE YIPEEEE YIPEEE 😻🤩😍💖✨🎇🎆

Is that what his sweetheart back in the days got to experience when he was still human and his body wasn’t controlled by those awful urges to rip every living being into shreds? im gonna cry

FUCK GRAVITY FOR MAKING THEM FALL but also thank you for giving that ✨falling✨moment

Oh if only you knew how much this means to him. Oh if only you knew how many decades he went without kissing in such ways. Oh if only you knew how much he wanted to break into tears at this moment. 😭😭 istg i never wanted to kiss a male character this badly ever

“Please take me right here and now”, he pleads. IM LOSING MY SHIT gracefully??, like freefalling spotify is crazy for playing let me love you ne yo before this *plays it again

“Kook your cheeks”, oh no im getting worried

FUCK THIS IS TOO HOT YALL IM GOING TO SHAVE MY HEAD

OH HSIT OH NO NO NO KOOK PLS NOT NOW NO ONE IS HERE TO HELP YOU SWITCH BACK SHIT

WHERE IS HE??? IM IN LOVE WITH YOU AGAIN AND U RUN AWAY NOO

me fr fnadnfas

the panic is so visible in the writing even though it isnt said out loud

gah thank you <333

“Yoongi! Please come out!” *he appears out of nowhere, IM PAN *disappers again

lmaoao Pan is an Pansexual? fajdsjf

KOOK THANK GOD UR BACK of course he is suspecting us 😭😭but bestie litsen oh yeah i dont need to tell u, u already sniffed us

lamoaoa bro really said 👃🏻 you fucked.

ok mission find yoongi gosh i feel the nervousness and worry also kook's angry at her too 😭😭

LIKE why does it hit so much harder when Kook is angry at her?? like please not my pookie wookie kookie :(

oh no wonder jungkook is not feeling great they left 😭😭fuck i already miss jin and hobi, and now yoongi is also gone AND TAE IS STILL IN DOWN THERE

LIKE EVERYTHING IS A MESS AND I'M SAD

youre not a burden kook, they wanted better things for you

YES THIS pleas kookie :((

JFDAJFJ this is not a lie fajdsfja

“that’s what I imagine real love to be like.” “Acceptance. Acceptance of their biggest flaws. That’s what real love is.” that was beautiful AND ATTACK TO US

I ACTUALLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Yeah”, his lower lip quivered, “like really, really bad”,WE GOT NEWS FOR YOU

KOOKIE JUST BE PATIENT YOU WILL KNOW HOW IT FEELS LIKE :(

You have him and Yoongi too. Jungkook feels so loved right now. GOSH I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH

me totoototototooooo

gosh I miss him too 😭😭😭😭

LIKE THE PAIN IS REAL

Apparently the body of a Ripper grows weaker faster than that of a normal vampire. fuck thats so fucked up, forcing it on the vampire and not having an escape from this fate

I really said "pain is on the menu" when I cooked JJFASDJ

LORD SPOTIFY JUST PLAYED SUPER TUNA 😭😭 WRONG TIMING

lmaoao byeeee

why are they soo cutely awkward uwuw babies

hehehehehh they're so stoooopid

gah please this is so sweet!!! thaadasdafsafj

THEY KISSED YIPPEEE YIPEEEE YIPEEE 😻🤩😍💖✨🎇🎆

ME FR

Is that what his sweetheart back in the days got to experience when he was still human and his body wasn’t controlled by those awful urges to rip every living being into shreds? im gonna cry

i'll cry with you 😭😭

FUCK GRAVITY FOR MAKING THEM FALL but also thank you for giving that ✨falling✨moment

jsfjds me

OKAY I LOVE THIS ENERGY??? OMGMGM

“Please take me right here and now”, he pleads. IM LOSING MY SHIT gracefully??, like freefalling spotify is crazy for playing let me love you ne yo before this *plays it again

like no joke. he is actually so fucking hot

“Kook your cheeks”, oh no im getting worried

:-)

FUCK THIS IS TOO HOT YALL IM GOING TO SHAVE MY HEAD

:---)

OH HSIT OH NO NO NO KOOK PLS NOT NOW NO ONE IS HERE TO HELP YOU SWITCH BACK SHIT

:---------------)

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #minusback #tw: long post

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thusspoketrish · 3 years ago

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Showers in the Malfoy-Potter Household

Domestic, tooth-rotting, fluffy Married Drarry!!! Written for the prompt Fresh over at @drarrymicrofic. 2.3K words. Thank you to @curlyy-hair-dont-care for the thorough beta xx

I. That One Time with the Gloves…

“Bugger, I need to shower!” Harry shouts to the empty sitting room as he steps through the Floo, shoulders tense as he kicks off his muddy shoes, waving his wand to send them to the hamper and clearing the residual mess on his and Draco’s Brazilian Macchiato Pecan hardwood floors. On socked feet, Harry dashes up the stairs towards their ensuite, disrobing along the way as the charmed grandfather clock in the downstairs hallway strikes 14:00.

Any minute now, Draco will Floo back in from brunch with Narcissa and Lucius—the very brunch Harry said he couldn’t attend because he pulled Sunday rotation at the Ministry. In truth, he had actually signed up for THE GREATEST WEEKEND QUIDDITCH MATCH EVER!!! between the Department of Mysteries and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry had been surprised to learn that the DoM swots were a bunch of dirty playing wankers—their self-important swagger causing a stir on the ground and a gloriously brutal match in the air. Harry’s pretty sure he bruised his ribs when he struck the muddy ground at the end of the match. But even with his injury, Harry couldn’t help the wicked grin that crossed his face when Timmons, the DoM’s Seeker, watched in horror as Harry staggered to his feet, punching his Snitch-full fist triumphantly into the air.

The glory. The power. Harry feels like a warrior—he feels like a bloody beast!

The little white lie and a skipped brunch with the in-laws were worth it!

Once in the bathroom, Harry uses his wand to send his scattered muddy clothes to the hamper downstairs and turns the water on scorching hot. Stepping under the spray, his sore muscles relax. It’s absolutely blissful, and he can’t help the happy moans that escape him as the water sluices away the mud and sweat from his highly earned, brutal win. He chuckles darkly to himself. Those wankers from the DoM will be sucking on this one for months to come.

The shower curtain is pulled to the side, starling Harry so badly that he nearly slips, his head whipping around to face his smirking husband.

Draco sticks his head into the shower, making sure to avoid the stream, his eyes flashing. “Well, well, well. Look who’s getting so fresh and so clean after a hard day’s work.”

Harry huffs, covering his nipples with both hands as he says, scandalised, “Merlin! You scared the bloody hell out of me!”

“I’m sorry,” Draco says, sounding far from it. “I was so eager to see my husband after a lengthy morning away from him that all I could think about coming up the stairs was giving him the best shower blowie he’s ever had in his entire life…”

Harry grins. “Babe, I’ve missed you so much,” he says eagerly, stepping back under the spray. “Come on, get undressed and join me.” When Draco doesn’t move, Harry gestures inward. “Come on...come now…”

“Yeah, okay. Let me just…” Draco pulls from behind his back Harry’s dirty Quidditch gloves, dropping them into the shower as Harry gasps. The fresh dirt mingles with the water, swirling down the drain. Harry could’ve sworn he sent those gloves flying into the hamper.

Draco’s smile is shark-like, eager, and ready for blood. “Imagine my surprise when these came flying into my chest on my way up the stairs. I was so curious, I decided to have a quick search of the laundry room hamper, and lo and behold, I found all of your Quidditch gear, sweaty and smelling of fresh mud and grass, darling. Must’ve been one hell of a rotation this morning, huh?”

Harry holds up his hands. “I can explain—”

“Oh, really?”

“Er, yes…” Harry starts, running a hand through his soaked hair. “Babe, it’s those wankers from the DoM’s fault! They’re a bunch of posturing arseholes and someone had to put them in their place.”

Draco crosses his arms against his chest. “Ah, right. And that someone had to be you?”

Harry smiles sheepishly, shrugging. “Well…you know I’m the best Seeker in the Corps.”

Draco harrumphs, tilting his chin up and leaning against the wall next to the shower. “So, you know what this means, right?”

Harry bows his head. “Yeah…” he says sadly, shaking his head.

“What?”

Harry sighs. “No more Mimosa Sundays at Malfoy Manor?” he asks hopefully, peeking up at Draco through his wet, shaggy hair.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know the mimosas at my parents' are bar none.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know…so, no blowie for me?”

“You’re damn right,” Draco says, yanking his head back and sharply pulling the shower curtain shut.

Harry grumbles to himself, turning back to the shower to rinse his hair. A minute or two passes before the shower curtain opens up again, a fully naked Draco stepping inside.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t start grovelling the proper way: by sucking my cock,” Draco says with a smirk.

Harry laughs, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist. “How did I land such a deeply compassionate, forgiving husband?”

“With that sinful mouth of yours, obviously,” Draco drawls, placing his hands on Harry’s shoulders to slowly push him down onto his knees.

II. That One Time Draco Was Trying to be Seductive...

Harry’s entering their bedroom, half an egg mayo sandwich in hand, when he notices Draco standing before the wardrobe mirror. “What are you doing?” he asks, pausing near the door.

Draco turns around, his arms spreading wide as he pops one narrow hip outward. He’s draped in an intricate floral-patterned gold bathrobe. “Do you like it? It’s new, darling. Just arrived from Italy. Rocco-inspired, heavy-weight close-knit silk lined with black satin…isn’t it gorgeous?” Draco purrs.

“Er…it’s quite something,” Harry says, biting into his sandwich.

“Neanderthal,” Draco tuts with a scowl before turning back to the mirror. He slides his hands reverently down the sides of his body as he tilts his head to the side. “It feels like fucking sex,” Draco whispers, his eyelids drooping.

Harry chokes on a bit of egg. Draco grins, ferally, as he faces Harry again.

“I have a surprise for you. Get undressed and meet me in the bathroom,” Draco says imperiously.

“Right now?” Harry asks around his sandwich, his eyebrows shooting up towards his hairline. “Why?”

Draco runs his hands down the front of his bathrobe, his eyes fluttering shut. “The things I’m going to do to you the moment you slip this robe off my body…”

That’s all Harry needs to hear as he sets his sandwich down on the nightstand to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor before levelling Draco with a heated stare and a wolfish grin. “Is that right? Well, go on, then. I’ll meet you there in a minute,” Harry says, now unbuttoning his trousers. When Draco heads towards the bathroom, Harry picks his sandwich back up and shoves the rest of it in his mouth before getting undressed.

When he’s fully naked, he opens the bathroom door, the entire room filled with fragrant steam so thick he can barely see Draco.

“Er?” Harry says, stepping into the bathroom. Draco stumbles forward, wand in hand.

“I think I may have overdone the steam a bit,” Draco says before promptly pitching forward. Harry misses him by just an inch because he can’t bloody see, and Draco lands face first on their tiled floor.

“I thought it would be sexy,” Draco whines from his position on the floor in Harry’s lap after Harry Rennervates him. There’s a red patch on his forehead and a trickle of blood coming out of his left nostril that Harry cleans up immediately.

“You were! You were so sexy,” Harry urges softly.

“But there was no arse groping. No kissing. No fucking. It was all so unpleasant!” Draco cries.

“Aw, babe. I’m sorry. I think we should take you to St Mungo’s just in case…”

Draco sighs, sitting up but swaying slightly. “Fine. Alright. But let’s not tell them the visit is due to my failed attempt at seduction.”

Harry stifles a laugh. “Of course not. C’mere,” he says, helping Draco to his feet. “You can seduce me after the Healer has ruled out a concussion, okay?”

“Okay. But only if you promise to take my new bathrobe off with your teeth later…”

III. That One Time with the Mongrel…

Draco’s writing out a pros and cons list to determine if they’ll be purchasing a cottage in Cornwall this summer when Harry appears in front of him, a black towel cradled against his chest that’s moving.

Draco quirks an eyebrow. “What in the fresh hell is wrong with that towel?”

Harry chuckles and pulls the towel back. Pressed against his chest is a tiny, muddy little Beagle.

“No,” Draco says firmly, setting his quill down.

“Wait! Don’t be so quick about it! C’mon, babe, she was all alone in the alley by the Ministry! No mum or dad in sight. I couldn’t leave her there!”

Draco closes his eyes against the utterly heartbroken look in Harry’s eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. Of course, Harry would bring home an orphan, Draco had been preparing himself for this day since they married four years ago, only, he thought said orphan would be a wee babe, not a filthy mongrel. He exhales, nods, and opens his eyes, hand dropping away from his face. “Okay. Well. I refuse to have this mongrel in our house looking and smelling the way it does.”

Harry’s face lights up as if Draco has promised him the moon, and the stars, and all the love in his entire being. All over again.

“So, can we keep her?” Harry asks excitedly.

“Yes, Harry. We can keep her.”

Harry surges forward to press a kiss against Draco’s mouth, taking Draco off guard but aiming perfectly, nonetheless. Draco can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat as Harry begins to litter kisses all over his face, the mongrel caught between them. “You’re going to love her, I promise. Just look at her! She’s bloody adorable, isn’t she?” Harry says, holding the beast out to Draco.

Draco’s nose scrunches up as the dark-eyed creature stares up at him. She’s so small she could fit in Draco’s cupped hands, but her smell is atrocious. “Sure…” Draco says slowly, leaning away.

Harry hums happily. “I think we should name her—”

“—Beasty,” Draco interrupts, gaze flickering up to Harry. Harry rolls his eyes.

“No, silly! We should name her Pepper. Because she sorta smells like black pepper.”

Draco wants to suggest to Harry that perhaps they need to visit St Mungo’s to get his nose examined, because the last time Draco checked, black pepper smelled absolutely nothing like faeces. But he refrains, the joyous look on Harry’s face well worth going along with the madness.

“Sure, darling, whatever you want. Pepper it is. But she’s going to need a bath.”

Harry nods. “Right, yes, let’s take her upstairs to our bathroom.”

Draco smiles tightly. “Ah, no. I just had that tub put in. I don’t want this mong—Pepper staining the porcelain.”

“Oh, right, right. Okay, well, we can bathe her in the tub down here.”

Draco links his fingers together over his list. “Yes, excellent idea. So,” he starts, eyeing the now droopy-eyed, stinky monster. “Should we use a Petrificus Totalus or—?”

“DRACO!” Harry gasps, looking completely horrified. “We can’t put Pepper in a full body bind, are you insane? She’s a puppy!”

Draco frowns, his eyebrows knitting together. “She’s covered in grime and you expect me to manoeuvre this beast into the tub with its full cooperation?”

Harry glares at him. “She’s the sweetest thing, and I’m sure we won’t have any problems getting her into the bath, okay? Just follow my lead.”

Draco shrugs. Harry hasn’t led him astray yet.

When they finally enter the downstairs bathroom, tub now full of water at the perfect temperature and a mild soap, Draco suddenly gets an armful of Pepper as Harry begins to shed his jacket and jumper.

Draco stares down at her.

She is quite cute, with her large, bulbous black eyes, long, floppy ears, and wee-frowny mouth. Draco believes he can actually come to love this gross little beasty.

“Let’s get you all fresh and clean, sweetie,” Harry says, taking her back from Draco to place her in the water.

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

As Harry struggles to keep a hold on her, Pepper lifts her paws away from the water as if it’s fire, wild yelps escaping her as she struggles out of Harry’s grasp, dropping into the water first before lunging straight at Draco.

Draco catches her, her tiny little body soaking through his very nice, very clean jumper.

“Fucking fuck, fuck…” Draco mutters, staring down at Pepper, warmth exploding in his chest. She’s shivering against him and the anger and shock immediately leave his body as he cradles her, a defeated groan escaping him as a section of his heart unlocks and opens up to this little beasty.

Harry laughs. “Merlin, you are just so bloody adorable,” he says.

Draco scoffs, even as he stares down fondly at her, rocking her in his arms. “She’s a menace, that’s what she is.”

“No…I mean you,” Harry says, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses, cheeks dimpled. Draco can feel the heat of a blush spilling across his cheeks as Harry leans forward to kiss him. When they part, Harry glances down at Pepper before meeting Draco’s eyes.

“We’re building our little family,” Harry says proudly.

Draco opens his mouth to say something mocking, but can’t, not with the ball of emotion that’s suddenly lodged in his throat. Instead, he blinks several times, glancing down at Pepper who’s staring up at him with her large eyes, tail wagging.

“Oh,” Draco says softly. “I suppose we are.” He sniffs. “I think it’s best if we get Beasty Pepper to the vet instead, maybe they can help us give her a proper bath. Shall we?”

Draco smiles as Harry drapes an arm around his shoulders. “Yes, let’s do it, babe,” Harry responds tenderly.

#drarrymicrofic #Drarry Microfic #Drarry fic #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #Drarry #Drarry Squad #short fic #fluff #so much fluff #established relationship #harry x draco #married drarry #All fluff and zero pain #which I'm finna embrace as my new normal #hahahaha

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technowoah · 4 years ago

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Fuck JYP [1:16 am]

A BangChan blurb! (Fem reader????)

Its a small thing that I whipped up because I miss bangchan

⚠︎ "babygirl", swear words, mentions of jyp (the human 🤢), angst, fluff, unresloved issue. I didnt proofread and im sorry if this dosen't make any sense.

It was something about tonight that made you feel this way.

Today was like any normal day. You woke up, went to work like usual, then Chan called you to come over to JYP and spend time with him as he worked on new Stray Kid's new album. You two havent seen eachother all day, so it was calming after a hectic day to walk into Chan's studio while listening to R&B music as it bounced through the room.

Anytime Chan lets you come into JYP he makes sure everything is safe. No one knows about your relationship, but Chan's group members. He was able to date now that the group wasn't in their rookie stages anymore, but it wasn't encouraged. Even though they could, if Chan was caught with you, all hell would break loose in JYP entertainment and in social media.

You two hated being secretive and having select times where you could sneak into Chan's studio for the rest of the night, only to sneak out when Chan is for sure positive that everyone who works on that floor was gone for the night. It was a handful but it became a routine that you two got accustomed to. The only part you hated was waiting for his texts.

Luckily at this point and time Chan finally texted you to tell you that it was okay to come. He waited for you in the back entrance and finally uou two made it to the floor his studio was on.

You two were currently sitting next to eachother close as possible in the small rollerchairs. He worked on music with his headphone around his neck while the contrast of Joji and the hard beat of a Stray Kids song, through Chan's headphones floated around. You had to admire how hard he worked for his group, how he loved his group. You admired how Chan's lips moved when he heard something he didn't like, how he sighed in frustration and reached for your hand to calm himself down, how he knew you were listening and looked to you for confirmation.

The clock on his desk striked 1:16 am and you audibly sighed.

"What's wrong?" Chan asked while still working on his computer.

"Maybe you should give your eyes a break babe." You suggested.

He saved his work, which he has been doing every 5 minutes, then turned and stared you directly in the eyes. His eyes were bloodshot from staring at multiple screens, being stressed out, and probably not blinking, but his eyes were soft and filled with gratitude.

"What are you doing?" You laughed confused.

"Giving my eyes a break. C'mere." Chan opened his arms inviting you into his lap.

You fulfilled his request and sat youself into his lap, leaning back into his chest and making Chan you new chair for now. He swayed back and forth in his chair humming along to Human Nature.

"Haven't I told you you're a sight for sore eyes?" Chan chuckled.

"Only by you." You agreed.

"Its true."

You both hummed in acknowledgement. You were ready. Not to leave, well yes leave the studio, but you wanted to leave this secretive life that you and Chan had been living. You two were in love and you wanted the world to know it. Who cares if his so called "fans" get upset, they aren't his fans if they get upset at his happiness.

The tempation to take your phone out and post pictures on instagram and let the chaos insue is creeping up on you. You needed to talk to Chan first about it, of course, but then he would want to play it safe. Will he ever want to become public with you? You both are still young and he has so much more ahead of him, you understand the need to play safe, on the other hand you wanted to show off Chan to your friends and family, take him out in public on dates, basically be outside together without repercussions.

"What's on your mind? I know you're thinking hard." Chan leaned his head back on the head rest.

"Im thinking about us." You sighed.

"What about us? Are we good?" Chan rushed through his words.

"Yeah! We're fine don't worry Chan, I just-"

"You called me Chan." He sat up with you on his lap bringing you closer as he said that.

"What?"

"When you are upset about something you call me Chan. I dont know how you didn't pick up on that." Chan smiled down at you.

"Maybe I should change the way I speak then." You chuckled.

"No, dont do that. Just tell me what's wrong." Chan hugged you closer.

"I want to go public with you. I want the world to know that were together I dont fucking care anymore. I just wanna go outside with you without your managers breathing down your neck." You finished your small rant as Chan hummed, knowing what you meant.

Chan sighed. "I know baby girl. I know. I just-"

You cut Chan off and stood up off of his lap. "Just what? Lets go! Lets do it now, lets go outside, drive out in the middle of nowhere, stay in a hotel. Fuck JYP! Fuck, Park Jin-young he could rot for all I care. I want you Chan."

You were standing up holding both of his hands while Chan looked up from his seat in admiration. He looked starstruck and conflicted. Yes the rant came from the top of your head, and it was just a fantasy. It wasn't going to happen, you both had jobs, he had a bigger obligation to fill than you. You just wanted freedom.

"Hey! I promise we can do those things. I promise. I never break a promise. I want you too, I have you! You know I want to stay safe." Chan reluctantly said.

You sighed as Chan mumbled another "Im sorry." You sat back down in the other chair next to his, he gave you a hand squeeze before going back to his work. The situation felt incomplete, but it might've been that you didn't get the answer you really wanted, but that's okay for now.

Chan never broke his promises no matter how much he had to sacrifice to make those promises happen you two will find a way. You two always find a way.

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busywhizz2077 · 4 years ago

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Here is my one chapter story with V and Goro - Goro and V are safe and, more importantly, together. V isn’t dying, Johnny is still with her, and they are working towards the dream of getting back to Japan.

I’m new to tumblr so need to go and read around the fandom a bit to see how stuff is posted!

—-—

Goro wearily swiped his hand over the panel at the door and, once it swished open to him, trudged inside. He was tired, hungry, thirsty, but most terrible of all, disgustingly dirty. The job had been an easy one, sure, but at what cost? He dismally looked down at his favourite shirt, now ruined. At what cost!?

Eyes finally adjusting to the dark he looked up and saw her. Well, he saw part of her, a single leg sticking out from underneath the cosy duvet, a shock of red curls tumbling onto a pillow.

Valarie. His V. She was the one light he had left now, but the brightest he’d ever known. He sighed, all at once feeling better but the need to find her warm arms and get much needed rest growing.

The journey together had been long to say the least. But right now, she was no longer dying, she was overjoyed to still have her Johnny firmly along with her, and he had left Arasaka behind to stay with her. He had seen them for what they truly were - dishonourable. They weren’t sure where their future would take them, but it would be together that was for certain. First step; earn enough Eddie’s to get to Japan.

Wearily he headed into the shower, peeling off the remnants of a once favoured outfit - no amount of washing could save this so it was bagged up for the trash. He stepped under the hot water and stood, eyes closed, until he felt the grime and god-knows-what had washed away. A proper scrubbing following as he ensured he felt cleansed and renewed, finally wrapping himself in a towel and heading back to the main living area.

He’d picked up noodles on the way home - he was too hungry to care about taste and didn’t want to wake the sleeping V by clattering around making something decent. The noodles were demolished in seconds, a water from the fridge downed in record time, and he sat back.

V had fidgeted a little in her sleep, the duvet over her had raised, and so had the oversize T-shirt she was wearing, showing more of the leg and the delightfully erotic area where her thigh and ass met and began a delicious curve. He felt a stirring, and pushed back his long wet black hair, tinged with grey. If he was told a year ago that he’d defect from Arasaka, give his heart to some thief, he’d have laughed himself sick. Now he could think of no where he’d rather be.

He finally stood, fetching clean boxers from his drawer and dragging them on, before clambering into bed by V’s side. She instinctively put her arm around him and nuzzled her face into his arm. He moved it to put around her shoulders, and immediately fell in a deep happy sleep.

—-

He woke up the next morning to an empty bed beside him. He immediately panicked - he always did no matter how many times he woke long after her - but was soon relaxed but the sound of her chattering. V had been only recently become comfortable enough to talk to Johnny out loud in his presence, and there was something about it that he found incredibly endearing, even if it did mean there were technically three of them in the relationship. He laid his head down and listened.

“No......Johnny I said no for fucks sake.....because i don’t want pancakes for breakfast all we ever eat is fucking pancakes!”

Goro giggled, and Vs head snapped round, smiling, before turning back to the empty sofa.

“....yes i know he’s awake.....NO HE DOESNT WANT PANCAKES EITHER!”

“Actually pancakes would be very acceptable.”

V frowned playfully, pointing a finger at him as she made her way over “Dont you take his side!”

As soon as she was within reach Goro wrapped V in his arms and pulled her onto his lap, “Never my love. But maybe if Johnny had his pancakes we may be permitted some time alone?”

V tilted her head, considering her options before glancing to the sofa again. “He says you’ve got a deal.” she sighed, heading back to the kitchen to make the same damn pancakes she’d had 6 times this week.

They ate lazily in bed together, Vs legs swung over his lap and he stroked her shins softly.

“Where on earth did Wakako send you last night, Goro? That trash bag smelt like you’d brought in a rotting cadaver. Don’t worry it’s out of the apartment now, thank fuck.”

Goro groaned, “I sincerely apologise, I had meant to dispose of it before going to bed....”

“Don’t worry babe, it’s far from here now!”

“I ended up not only in a sewer, but it emerged at a landfill.”

V screwed up her nose, no only at the sewer but the memories of landfills weren’t pleasant ones for V and Johnny alike.

“Hopefully the Eddie’s made up for it then?”

“One or two more contracts like that and we shall be out of this stinking city. Ah, I can almost smell the cherry blossoms.” He smiled, closing his eyes.

V grinned and drank in the smile of Goro. She saw it so often now and it never got old. To see him so relaxed, so free, it made her heart burst. He was still rigid and stoic in so many ways, but not with her. Together they were always free to be just Goro and Valerie.

V finished her plate and leaned over to place it on the floor, “There you go now fuck off for a few hours!” She smirked at the sofa, her eyes obviously tracing what must’ve been Johnnys movements as he walked. “Yeah to you too, asshole!” She laughed, bringing her attention back to Goro. She straddled his lap, tucking his loose hair behind his ear.

“I think we’re alone now...” she sang, then laughed with a shrug, “Some antique song Johnny sings a lot.”

“He certainly has a ... varied taste.” He smiled, placing his hand behind her head to bring her in for a deep kiss. She put up no resistance, weight fully on him, hands at his chest. It didn’t take long for her to feel is hardness against her.

“You still get hungry for me?” She whispered

“I am never satiated...” he growled back, pulling the shirt up over her head and hungrily pawing at her breast.

They were too ravenous for satisfaction for foreplay, just locking eyes sent them into a frenzy. With deft and practiced movements V had pulled aside her panties, freed Goro from his underwear, and had slid him into her. The fullness he gave her always took a moment or two to get used to, but their kisses never stopped.

Goros hands found her ass and moved her slowly, tantalisingly, up his shaft. She wriggled a little, drawing out a low groan from him before she slowly enveloped him once more. He couldn’t wait any long, he’d been wanting, needing, her since the night before and had no intention of taking it slow.

With the movement of an experienced martial artist, she was placed on her back and he was above her, kissing her neck.

“I need you, i want it hard and fast Goro.” She panted, nibbling at his earlobe, and he was going to oblige. His hips took control and thrust into her with ever increasing ferocity. Sweat gathered in his brow as his teeth clenched. He thumb found her clit and demanded an orgasm from her before finding his own release with deep guttural moans.

Panting, he stroked her breasts loving, teasing her now highly sensitive nipples, before easing himself out and collapsing beside her. His fingers traced along her stomach and chest as she watched his face, both basking in the glow.

“Earlier, were you and Johnny fighting?” Goro finally broke the silence. He seemed a little trouble.

“Well, no. Not really. We bicker but that’s how we show affection i suppose. Why?”

“I do not wish you to be unhappy.”

V laughed and kissed his head, “I am not unhappy Goro. He just finds having a lack of agency hard going sometimes. He wants to do his own thing and acts out when he doesn’t get it. It’s like having a toddler around. An 80 year old terrorist rockerboy toddler.” She laughed

Goro looked into her eyes, “A toddler? A child?”

“Yep that about sums up the fucker.”

“And how...would you feel about a real child?”

V’s face drew serious, “...What are you asking Goro.”

“When we are back home, away from here...I would like us to have a child. Would you.”

V looked up at the ceiling, thinking.

“I wouldn’t be able to call them a cunt will I?”

“Indeed not.”

“Hmmmm... well i suppose ...yes i would!” She finally smiled, and Goro kissed her deeply.

“Looks like I’m going to be an Uncle!” Chimed in the reappearing Johnny.

“Fuck off cunt.”

“Valerie!!!!!!”

#cyberpunk 2077 #Cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #goro takemura #takemura goro #johnny silverhand

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buckleysjareau · 4 years ago

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you feel like the perfect escape now

"In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire in a wedding ring means marital happiness."

Eddie planning his proposal with the help of Hen and Karen. Featuring good ol' Buck and Chimney banter, soft and in love boyfriends, and tooth rotting fluff.

part two of three in my series ‘cause i’m not too far and you’re my favorite place on ao3

Eddie Diaz was never the type of guy to actually think about marriage. He’ll sound horrible saying it, but he didn’t really think about his marriage to Shannon. He loved her, he’s loved her since their third date when they were caught in the rain and instead of freaking out, she grabbed Eddie’s hand, dragged him out from the shelter and spun them around, head falling back in happy, care-free laughter. He loved her when she told him, with tears in her eyes, that she was pregnant. He loved her as she walked down the aisle with a grin on her face, carelessly happy. He loved her when she gave birth to their world.

But he never thought about it as it happened. When she’d told him she was pregnant, after he got over the initial excitement, his first thought was oh, we should probably get married now. Before that, it never occurred to him that he would ever marry Shannon, even though he loved her.

It was different with Buck.

Realizing he wants to marry Buck, not because he should but because it’s the only thing he can think of when he goes to sleep at night and when he wakes in the morning. He realizes the difference in the thought when it comes to planning his proposal to Buck and how he treated Shannon’s proposal.

He loved Shannon, but he was never in love with her. The thought sends an uncomfortable amount of guilt through him, but he hears Buck’s voice in his ear saying, you can’t help who you fall in love with.

Not exactly what he meant when he said it but it helped Eddie shake a lot of the guilt.

He was wholeheartedly, one-hundred percent, completely, utterly and stupidly in love with Evan Buckley.

The second it struck him how much he not just wanted, but needed to marry Buck, he couldn’t wait a second longer to start planning it.

The first thing he has to do before he even starts planning anything, though, is ask Christopher if he would be okay with him marrying Buck. He knows his kid loved Buck more than life, but sometimes he’s scared that Chris will think that if he marries him, he’ll be replacing Shannon.

When it happens that Buck and his schedules don’t line up, he takes Christopher to lunch at his favorite place and asks.

“Christopher, can I ask you a really important question?”

He giggles when his son looks up from his triple chocolate pancakes with whipped cream and chocolate already covering his mouth. “What is it, dad?”

“Abuela’s gonna kill me for letting you order all of this sugar.” He shakes his head as he smiles before he clears his throat. “You know how before Buck and I got together, I asked what you’d think about it?”

“I said I loved my Buck and got really excited.”

“That’s right! Well, Christopher, how would you feel if I asked your Buck to marry me?”

Chris’ smile grows immediately. “You’re gonna marry Bucky?”

“If that’s alright with you.” He smirks.

“Yes! Yes!”

His heart soars. He was really going to ask Evan Buckley to marry him.

After he texts Hen for her help and the twenty texts he receives of her freaking out in the language of keyboard smash, he tries to plan it. Keyword: tries.

From Hen;

Alright, alright diaz-buckley, how do you plan to do this

To Hen;

I have no clue!!! That’s why i asked for your help to research and what not. I’m not Buck, i’m not good at research or whatever

Also

*future diaz-buckley, we’re not married YET

From Hen;

boy... you’re in love in love huh

Your boy is sitting right across from me

*photo attachment*

What’s he smiling at eddie?

To Hen;

Probably dog videos

Now helllllppppppppppppp

From Hen;

You were right. A golden retriever looking at videos of golden retrievers

Patient, diaz!

Got a call, we’ll talk later

To Hen;

Tell buck to be careful!

You too obviously

bu t you know what I mean

He doesn’t know why he thought he could get anything done regarding the proposal through text. That’s how Hen and him were, they had never been able to stay on one conversation at a time when texting. There was one time when Hen had asked him for a recipe Buck wouldn’t give her, followed by a text about a playdate with Denny, and a text asking his high score in Candy Crush. He responded to say he’d ask him and send it and continued the conversation. Talk of playdates turned into talks of weirdest calls, talk of high scores in Candy Crush turned to talk of modern technology and so on. By the time Hen stopped responding, presumably because Karen got home, Eddie realized he’d never given her the recipe.

It was different in person, they could sit for hours and talk about the same thing. He cherishes any conversation with Hen, though. He cherishes their friendship so much. Next to Buck, Hen was his best friend.

That’s why he couldn’t think to ask anyone better to help him plan the next step in his life with the man that he loves.

From Hen;

Heads up, your boys in a sour mood

Dont worry though because ik you are!

Im sure a nice cuddle from his soon to be fiance will do the trick

To Hen;

Why shouldnt I worry? An hour ago you sent me pic of him smiling

Now hes in a bad mood? Something happened

Hennnnnnnnn tell me what happppppennnnnneddddd

What was the call

im bored and worried

From Buck;

Can I stay the night? Ill bring wine and chinese <22222

<4444

To Buck;

You okay there babe? Haha

You never have to ask

Or bribe me with food and alcohol

But i will accept it <3

From Buck;

You know i hate texting don’t judge me!

See you in 10 love love love you <3

Eddie’s worried. Buck practically lived at the Diaz’s, he never had to ask to stay the night and he knew that. All Hen had sent back was the shrug emoji so he was on his own to figure out why.

As promised, Buck walks in ten minutes later with two bags of chinese food and a bottle of white wine. He seemed tense, but when he sees Eddie in his presence, he can automatically see his whole body relax.

“I hate when we’re not on shift together.” Buck says in lieu of a greeting. He places the wine and food on the coffee table in front of them before he plops down next to Eddie.

He leans into Eddie’s touch, instantly lying his head on Eddie’s chest and closes his eyes.

Eddie smiles down at his boyfriend, automatically moving to run a hand through his curls, wrapping the other arm around Buck’s chest. “Me too. I missed you today. So did Chris.”

“I missed you both like crazy today. I can’t wait to just cuddle up to you and fall asleep.” He mumbles. “You’re my world.”

Even after all of this time, Buck can still make Eddie blush like it’s nothing.

He presses his lips to Buck’s forehead. “And you’re mine.”

It stays quiet after that until Eddie’s stomach growls, startling Buck into sitting upright in laughter.

“I think it’s time to eat, huh?”

“You’d be right.”

Buck gets up and gets two wine glasses from the kitchen. The way in which Buck walks so comfortably around his home will never fail to bring a kaleidoscope of butterflies to his stomach. He knows where everything is and he knows how everything works and it feels empty when he’s not there.

Eddie turns on the TV and picks a random station that’s playing reruns of a cop show he’d seen here and there. Eddie and Buck’s legs are interlaced and resting on the coffee table, food in their laps when things settle. The ease on Buck’s face makes him wonder why he was even worried in the first place.

They don’t talk as they eat their food and sip their wine. They just take in each other’s company as they watch what’s on in front of them, perfectly content in just being together.

Buck’s phone rings from the coffee table. When he lets it ring through to voicemail without even looking at ID, Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you the one who said you should answer every phone call because it might be important? Or are you just a clone of my boyfriend?”

Buck snorts. “I know it’s not important.”

It starts to ring again and Eddie sees Maddie’s name flash on the screen. “It sounds important.”

“I promise you it’s not.”

Then she calls a third time and Buck groans. “Fine, fine. I’ll answer.”

He doesn’t leave the room, doesn’t make any effort to grab his phone, just sits back and pouts as Eddie hands him his phone.

He listens to Buck’s side of the conversation closely. He’s talking about not wanting to go somewhere because he doesn’t know if someone is going to be at that place and he doesn’t want to risk it. Hm.

“I was having a nice, relaxing night with Eddie before you called about something you knew the answer to, so if you’ll excuse me, I’d love to get back to that.” He throws his phone onto his lap after he hangs up, then smiles sheepishly. “Any chance you can ignore that?”

“If you don’t want to talk about it right now, that’s perfectly okay. But we do have to talk about it eventually. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you snap at Maddie, so something must have happened.”

Buck cuddles back into Eddie’s chest, revelling in his arm comfortably wrapped around his shoulders. “It’s really not a big deal, Eds. It’s just stupid.”

“Well, lucky for you, I like hearing everything you have to say. Even if it’s stupid.”

“Did you just boop my nose?”

“And what about it?”

All Eddie feels is the shaking from Buck’s giggling. “Shit, whoever decided I was good enough to have you in my life is someone I’d like to meet because...man, I love you.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Eddie smirks.

Buck hides his face in the nook of his neck. “Stop making me blush.”

“Never.”

It’s quiet again after that until Buck finally talks. “So, uh…”

“Yeah?”

“I got a wedding invitation in the mail today. It’s from my cousin, she’s getting married in Los Angeles so she invited Maddie and me. We get along just fine, always have, but I haven’t talked to her in a few years and now Maddie thinks it’s completely necessary to actually go to her wedding. I just don't know if I want to risk going and have them be there as well, you know?”

“Your parents?”

“Who else?”

“Well think about it this way. If the risk of seeing your parents again was out of the equation, would you want to go?”

Buck sighs. “Of course I would. It’d be nice to see her again and have a good time, but Eds… you know how my parents are.”

It’s true, he did know how his parents were. He remembers when they’d come to Los Angeles when they found out their first grandchild had been born. He remembers how tense Buck had been the entire time, how he let his parents walk all over him and tell him how big of a failure he was like it was a normal day to day conversation. He especially remembers yelling at Buck’s father after a particularly barbaric comment on Buck’s lifestyle.

He knows why he’d want to avoid his parents, because Eddie would too.

“Can you bring a plus one?”

“What?”

“Can you bring a plus one to the wedding?” He smiles when Buck nods. “Take me. If your parents are there, I’ll have your back. Plus, your cousin seems nice, I’d love to meet the family that’s not pretentious.”

Buck choked on the wine he’d taken a sip of. “You think Maddie’s pretentious?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely pretentious.” He jokes. “I mean your extended family. You’ve met mine.”

Buck sighs. “Whatever. I guess we’re going to a Buckley wedding. I really did want to see McKenna so you win.”

“I always do.” He grins before he connects his lips with Buck’s and giggles against it when his fingers press against the only ticklish part of his body.

“What? Did that tickle?” Buck gasps. “You said you weren’t ticklish!”

“I’m not!”

“Mhm.”

Then suddenly, the wedding worries were long forgotten, tickle war long taking its place.

“Oooooooh, so you’re going to a wedding with him, huh?” Hen wiggles her eyebrows from where she stands across her kitchen. “That’s gonna be you one day.”

Eddie sighs exasperatedly. “Not if I have nothing planned. I wanna make this special, okay?”

Hen’s face softens. “Anything you do to propose will make it special, honey. You’re Buck’s world, a simple Marry me? would be the most romantic thing in the world to him.”

“Maybe so, but that’s how it was with Shannon. She was pregnant with Christopher so I thought the next logical step would be marriage, but this is different. Buck is different.”

“Alright, alright, let’s get to work, then.” She opens her laptop. “What are some of your favorite things about him?”

Eddie’s face erupts into a look of pure adoration at that question. “Oh, Henrietta, you have no idea what you just got yourself into, asking that. What are some of my favorite things about Evan Buckley? Let’s see… When he wakes up in the morning, he makes this cute little noise when he stretches and it makes my heart fill with joy. He loves Christopher like he’s his own and he never treats him differently. He just has so much knowledge about literally anything. Random facts upon random facts are stored in that beautiful brain of his and whenever he tells me one of these random facts, it’s suddenly the most important thing in the world. He’s so selfless, you know this. When we got together and I still wasn’t sure about being open about my sexuality, he put my fears above his own fear of telling you guys. He’s an amazing cook, so amazing I have a hard time believing that before he joined the one-eighteen the only thing he could cook was ramen. Even if he could still only cook ramen, I’d still love him, we’d just be living off of frozen food. I love the little family we’ve got going on now. I can go on for hours, but I won’t. Any of that help?”

By the time he was done, Karen was home and trying her hardest not to tease the lovesick man.

“Oh, honey, you’ve got it bad.” Karen giggles. “Buck has it just bad, though.”

Hen clears her throat. “What’s something that’s specific to you and Buck? Christopher, too. You can always propose that way. Doing something and it’ll just come completely unexpected?”

The metaphorical light bulb over Eddie’s head flashes on. “I have it!”

It’s a Friday morning at the firehouse and Eddie finds himself next to Hen, looking over her shoulder as she helps him navigate what needs to be done to propose.

His eyes travel up to meet his boyfriend’s as he walks up the stairs, and even though his smile is bright as he sees him, there’s bags under his eyes. The second his eyes land on Chimney though, he deflates and rolls his eyes. Chimney has a smug look and Eddie knows he definitely missed something.

“You can’t avoid me forever, Buckaroo.”

Buck looks over to Hen and Eddie, making an exaggerated face of confusion.

“Did you guys hear something?”

Bobby laughs from where he’s at in the kitchen, Hen snorts, and Eddie is grinning, looking between the soon to be brother in laws.

“How mature of you, Evan.” Chimney rolls his eyes. “I just wanna talk about the wedding next week and he keeps rolling his eyes and running away. Eddie, make him stop.”

Buck scoffs. “You’re sitting here whining and you’re calling me the immature one.”

“I wouldn’t be whining if you just talk to me for once. I just want more information, who I’m gonna meet, if your parents are coming, c’mon give me something.”

“Alright.” Buck smirks. “For good luck, Egyptian women pinch the bride before the wedding.”

Chimney groans. “What?”

“Engagement and wedding rings are worn on the fourth fingers of the left hand because it was once thought that a vein in that finger leads directly to the heart.”

“That’s beautiful, but I wanna talk about the wedding next week.” Chimney whines.

Eddie is torn between wanting to laugh and being worried about his boyfriend. It’s obvious Chim doesn’t know that this is Buck’s classic mode of deflection, and Buck seems to know this. Eddie can tell Buck is just beginning, too.

“Seventeen tons of gold are made into wedding rings each year in the United States.”

“Maddie says you would know more about the family that’s going to the wedding, so why won’t you just tell me?”

“Ancient Greeks and Romans thought the veil protected the bride from evil spirits. Brides have worn them ever since.”

Chimney turns to Eddie and Hen, arms out in exasperation, desperate. “Eddie!”

Eddie shrugs his shoulder. “If he doesn’t wanna talk about the wedding, don’t make him talk about the wedding. I’m not gonna make my f- my boyfriend do something he doesn’t want to do.”

Buck’s too distracted in his minds’ files of facts on weddings to tell Chimney to hear him almost slip up, but Chimney’s got his eyebrow raised and he hears Hen snicker under her breath, nice one.

Chimney eyes him suspiciously for a moment before he goes back to the problem at hand. “Maddie doesn’t know her cousin all that well, she’s more around Buck’s age, I just want to know what I should expect because I know how the Buckley’s are. Why can’t you just tell me something, man?”

“The most expensive wedding was Sheik Rashad Bin Al Maktoum’s son’s marriage to Princess Salama in Dubai in 1981. It was forty-four million dollars.”

“What about your cousin’s wedding?”

“In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire in a wedding ring means marital happiness.”

Before Chimney can ask once more, Eddie cuts in again. “He hasn’t seen anyone in his family in years, why would he know who’s going?”

“Thank you!” Buck sighs and drops next to Eddie, who shuts his laptop so fast it probably would have broken the screen. “I have plenty of more facts about weddings if you want to keep talking about the wedding, though.”

Chimney hears the message it is and sighs. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like talking about your family. I’m just feeling a little anxious here, ya know?”

Buck sighs. “Me too, Chim. But if it helps you any, McKenna is not at all as pretentious and callous as my parents. That’s all I can and want to tell you about though, so please… Let it go.”

Hen reaches over and places her hand on Buck’s in an attempt of comfort before her soft smile turns to a smirk. “So Buckaroo, why do you know so much about weddings?”

Eddie’s eyes go comically wide.

“A little late night reading.” He shrugs.

“Hm.” She turns to Eddie with a smirk when Bobby calls Buck over to help.

Eddie groans softly, resting his head on the cold wood of the dining table. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

Three days later, Eddie finds himself at a jewelry shop on Wilshire with Hen and Karen.

“I feel like all of these rings look the same.” He whines.

“You’ve looked at four rings and this store is huge.” Hen rolls her eyes. “You’ll know when you’ve found the right ring, okay?”

“Will I?”

Karen snorts. “Yes, you will. Trust me, I went through this same thing when I was proposing to Hen. You’ll just know.”

So Eddie keeps looking. He’s completely indecisive as if it’s him that’s going to be wearing the ring, because Buck definitely wouldn’t care about a fancy ring or any ring at all, but Eddie needs it to be special.

“How about this?” Karen calls from the other end of the store. When Eddie reaches her, she’s pointing at a black band, definitely something he can automatically picture on Buck’s hand. It still didn’t feel right to him, though. He says as much to Karen before he starts searching the glass case in front of them for more.

He gasps as soon as he sees it. Hen was right about just knowing.

He calls over the jeweler and asks to see it. The second he’s holding it in between his fingers, he can see himself getting down on one knee. He can see it on Buck’s ring finger, shining brightly to everyone Buck proudly shows it to. It’s definitely the ring.

“This is it.” He grins, looking side to side at the women standing next to him and then smiles at the jeweler.

Karen and Hen squeal loudly. “What is it about this ring, Diaz-Buckley?”

“In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire in a wedding ring means marital happiness.”

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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Shopping Trip HC- Kirishima x Reader

@fxndxmxnxce!:Hi! i just saw your blog but you already look so good😍 could i get a request where kirishima and his s/o go out to get groceries for cook dinner for their classmates? they goof off; riding around in carts, taking random samples of food, and even recite vines while they look for ingredients🥺 just a lot of tooth rotting fluff because why not :D bonus todoroki gives them endeavor’s card (in which he stole) to let them pay for the stuff tonight LMAOO thanks i love you🥰🥰🥰

ACK MY FIRST REQUEST THANK UUU! I love getting requests ngl :) I made this into a HC hope you dont mind!

Kirishima x reader

Genre: OVER LOAD of Fluff

Word Count:

Warnings: Choatic Energy throughout

(RULES | MASTERLIST COMING SOON| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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It was the week before exams and everyone was beginning to cram big time

Everyone was in the common room, every surface covered in textbooks and notes from the semester

Izuku, Ochaco, Iida, Froppy, Ojiro, and Toru were on the training grounds practicing for the practical exams- Todoroki was studying on the couch

Momo was giving all of Bakusquad (including you) a huge study session that made all of your heads hurt (minus Bakugo- he wouldnt be caught dead studying with a bunch of ‘idiots’)

All of you were exhausted- you had been going at this since 9 in the morning at it was already close to dinner time

Kirishima had his head resting in your lap, you playing with his fire red hair as Momo rambled about Geometry, while Kaminari and Sero tried desperately to take notes as fast as Momo talked

Mina had given up an hour ago and was now standing in front of the fridge

“Ughhhhh”, she whined, “we have no fooooooood.”

“Cmon Mina we got like a hour to dinner you can wait!” Kaminari said while writing like his life depended on it (which it kinda did- he was borderline passing his classes as it was- if he failed these exams he was screwed)

“Oh be quiet Kaminari your the one who eats all the food half the time!” Mina yelled frustrated

When Mina’s hangry- she is HANGRY

“Dont blame this on me- my quirk isnt the one that depends on eating to work!”

“If your trying to imply Im the one who ate all the food then you are completely wrong!” Momo spat out at Kaminari, kinda looking hurt

“Can you all keep it down-Im trying to read,” Todoroki interjected calmly, not even looking up from his book

To be honest, all of you forgot Todorki was even in the room, so it kind of threw you all off

“Hey-why dont me and y/n just go pick up some food! The market’s not too far away” Kirishima sat up, his hair in odd angles from you combing it with your fingers

You knew what he was doing- he had zoned out too, and he just wanted a way to leave the study session, but he was too polite to actually leave it (for Momo’s sake- she got way too excited over study sessions)

You yawned, stretching from sitting for so long- “thatd be nice, Id like to stretch my legs a little.”

Kaminari shrugged, “Sure why not- not like were going anywhere, mind as well get some snacks-”

You started making a list of everything everybody wanted and it was long- Kaminari and Sero were shouting out everything fattening, from Takis to Twinkies to 2 liter sodas, Mina yelled she wanted a bunch of sweets like Pocky, Momo was a little healthier but she wanted more expensive things like sushi, and Kirishima wasnt helping since he wanted to buy everything for everybody

You two started adding up stuff in your head and you knew for sure there was no way you could pay for all this, even if everyone chipped in

You gave Kirishima a look, letting him know that this wasn't going to work- somebody had to help you two out or ask for a little less

He knew you hated to let your friends down, so he smiled, letting you know he had it under control

“Uh, guys, we cant get so much food- this is way too much and we cant buy all this- can we maybe take something off the list?” kirishima asked as Kaminari and Mina began to whine

To your surprise, Todoroki walked over and handed you something. You looked down at it seeing it was a credit card.

You gasped slightly- “No Todoroki we cant take this this is yours-”

“I dont care what you do with it or how much you charge on it,” he said calmly, “as long as it makes you all quiet.”

“Of course- thanks man, we owe you one!” Kirishima smiled, grabbing your hand, pulling you up and shuffling you out the door

“Well you were desperate to leave, huh Kiri?” you kidded as you cuddled closer to him as you both walked to the store

“Anything to spend some alone time with you princess,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head, “Also.... I think my head was starting to hurt from listening to Momo- what even is a Pythagorean theoreom?!”

Oh Kiri you poor baby

You both get to the supermarket and the cute lovey dovey Kirishima disappears

He instantly gets super excited because FOOD

And carts

“Cmon y/n they have kiddie carts!”

“Kirishima no those are for kids!” you laugh, taking the cart from him gently

“Ahhh cmon babe please!!!”

You kiss him on the cheeck- “No Kiri sorry!” (he pouts tho)

You get one of the normal carts and he instantly stands on the back and holds on to the wired basket, forcing you to push him around

You shake your head, smiling, because he looks so cute just standing there having the time of his life as you push him around

“A Thousand Miles” comes over the speakers and you both look at each other with the most shocked but happy faces ever

-30 seconds later-

Your now on the back, Kirishima is pushing your around like a maniac, has knocked you into 3 stands of food already, but you dont care because your both laughing trying to sing the lyrics

“IF I COULD FALL INTO THE SKY” Kirishima practically shouts, holding a can of whip cream like a microphone

“DO YOU THINK TIME COULD PASS ME BY!” you sing after

“BECAUSE I WOULD WALK A THOUSAND MILES JUST TO SEE YOU!” you both shout out, getting some dirty looks from a pair of old ladies at the meat section (which you could care less about)

You both look at each other and just start busting up, Kirishima taking you to the next aisle

You get to the candy section, where Kirishima is still laughing over the old ladies’ glares at you two

You kinda calmed down, going back to the task at hand, picking out all the candies Mina had asked you to get her

He then sees a bag of Life Savers

PLS TELL ME SOMEBODY REMEBERS THIS VINE

“Hey y/n-” he taps your shoulder, giggles barely being contained from him

You turn around, a grinning Kiri holding a bag of Life Savers

“Le-fes Sa-ve-airs”

You roll your eyes, giggling, “Oh my gosh Please Kiri no more vines!”

“Oh calm on vines are so awesome!” he exclaims, putting the bag of candy back in its original space

“Yes but I think we’ve annoyed enough people with our vine references”

“Only two old ladies!”

“Two old ladies that will probably get us kicked out” you laughed, giving him a kiss

“Lets just get the food so we can go back to the dorms- Im getting kind of hungry seeing all this food…”

“Wait, youre hungry?!?” he asks super concerned

“Just a little,” you shrug off, “its no big deal-”

“WAIT HERE” Kirishima practically yells, seemingly not hearing what you said and runs off

You shake your head, knowing your boyfriend too well- he could get impulsive sometimes

You got all the food and was waiting in the checkout line when you spotted Kirishima trying to balance a bunch of small, clear cups in his hands

“Are those--- samples?!” you asked, shocked that he went around the WHOLE store getting all those samples

“Yep!” he says super proud, happy he was helping his girlfriend

“Oh my gosh Kiri I love you, you know that, right?” you exclaim happily, your stomach growling as you began to eat out of one of the cups

KIRISHIMA.exe is BrOkEn

If he knew food would get you so happy he would have brought you WAY more food A LOOOOOOONG time ago

You got to the check out and the price- was- ALOT

You gulped, hoping the rumors of Todoroki being extremely rich were true

And thank the gods they were because you were able to pay for the food no problem

Then you realized- you had 10 bags full of food you had to lug back to the dorms

And it was close to a 15 minute walk

You started picking up bags, already feeling the weight of them after 3

“I got them, don't worry babe!” Kirishima gingerly took the bags from your hands and began to strap them across his arm

‘Wait Kiri no theres alot you can't hold all-”

Kirishima put a kiss on your cheek, instantly making your cheeks warm

“Its okay I can carry them!” He smiled, making your insides all fuzzy

How did you get such a cute boyfriend?

“At least let me hold 2!”

You literally had to claw two bags away from him because he refused to let you hold any because it wasnt “manly” for his girlfriend to have to hold a bunch of heavy bags by herself

The walk back was a breeze, Kirishima seemingly unbothered by the weight and you two both enjoyed the sunset coming down against the mountains

When you finally got back, all your classmates were there, everyone in their pajamas and on the floor

All the notes and books had been replaced by pillows and blankets and everyone was in their lounge or sleep wear

“Oh hey ya two love birds, you got the food!” Kaminari yelled out happily, wearing pajamas with lightning bolts on them

“Hey Pikachu,” you laughed, “and yes, we got your food,” throwing him a bag of chips (which he devoured instantly like an animal)

“Why is everyone in their pajamas?” Kirishima asked, putting the bags on the kitchen counter

Mina came over and hugged you, so happy you got her snacks as Uraraka made a pillow float in the air

“We all decided were going to hang out and build a huge pillow fort and have a sleepover!” Uraraka exclaimed excitedly, Froppy and Momo helping her place the pillows inside the fort

“Awesome!” Kirishima shouted excitedly, “Cmon, y/n, lets go get changed!”

He grabbed your hand, Kaminari and Sero making whistle sounds at you two as Kirishima pulled you up stairs

You shook your head, a blush coming on your cheeks

“When did they get so interested in us?” you asked, your face turning red from those dumb whistles

“Dont worry about them babe,” Kirishima said soflty, “their just jealous that i have somebody as amazing as you.”

BONUS

“So,” Ochaco asked, snacking on a cookie, “how were able to pay for all this food?!”

“Yeah, you guys must have spent a fortune,” Tsuyu added

“It was Todoroki,” you explained, “he was nice enough to let us pay for it on his credit card- again Todoroki, thank you for letting us pay for all this!”

Kirishima agreed, his hand wrapped around your waist, “We totally owe you a favor- if you ever need anything, come to us!”

Todoroki nodded in thanks

“Your all welcome”, he replied calmly, “but that credit card wasnt mine-”

“It was my father’s.”

You instantly choke on the soda you were sipping on, Kirishima patting your back to keep you from choking

“Wait-” you gasped out, “We SPENT 500 DOLLARS OF FOOD ON ENDEAVOR’S-PERSONAL-CREDIT CARD?!”

“WHY WOULD EVEN GIVE US THAT CARD IF IT WASN'T EVEN YOURS MAN?!” Kirishima shouts, fear evident in his voice

To say the least, the night just got 10 times more stressful as you and Kirishima were terrified that the #1 Hero was going to come and rip you to shreds for using his money to buy snacks

Requests open!!!!

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ain-t-bovvered · 6 years ago

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14x17 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.

@purpleskiesandcherrypies and @dean-winchesters-bacon won’t be joining us for this one.

Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

+MASTERLIST of season 14 commentary *

Giulia: Yo i’m sad he ded tho

Giulia: But is he?

Giulia: YAAA sis Jo

Zee: Ouch

Giulia: Oh go fuck u nick

Giulia: You can burn. I want to use that

Zee: Ded

Giulia: REJECT HIM

Zee: Donnie

Giulia: nick such a drama queen, like his fucking brother. gasps, Lucifer/Nick is Hamlet.

Giulia: Donny babe

Zee: Stabby stabby

Giulia: Shish kebab teenagers

[14x17 Game Night ]

♪ Raindrops keep fallin' on my head ♪

Giulia: Love that song

Giulia: God I love him. IF THEY TOUCH A HAIR ON HIM

Zee: Fucking hell

Giulia: DON T TOUCH HIIIIM

Zee: Seriously ??!!!

Annoyed Dean tho

Oh look at the son of Satan without a soul making pop-corns

Zee: Mary?

Giulia: Yeah well she still exists

Zee: Why again?

D: SON OF A BITCH!!

Classic Dean

J: I thought this was supposed to relax him.

M: You know, this was his favorite game when he was little.

me: *imagining little Dean playing the game exactly the same and with a high pitched voice: Son of a bitch* good visual.

J: Everybody keeps asking me that.

Giulia: We aRe FamIlY

J: Well, it’s annoying

Mary:

Giulia: It is

Zee: Did she eye roll?

M: if you ever want to talk or...vent...

J :You're here. I know.

J thinking: I just wanna eat my pop corns and play stupid game, can I fucking live?

Giulia: Winchester game night

D: All right. Winchester game night is a go soon as Sammy gets back here with the two double-pepperoni meat blasters AND

Zee: Pineapple. A crime against humanity

Giulia&Jack : I like it

Dean: why have you forsaken me, son

D: Yeah, it's like a crime against humanity.

Me quoting [ X ]

Zee: SEE????

Giulia: Was that enochian?

Zee: I think

Giulia: IT’S BABE TIME

Look how cute he is.... SO CUTE , SO CUUUUTE

Zee: Knew it Was waiting for it

Anael: wow this place is so ...

Giulia: U MEAN CUTE JO

Giulia: Omg he has pancakes

Zee: Doesn’t eat them

Giulia:HE’S BEING POLITE OK. Oh look a that they have cream and strawberry *sobs* I’m hungry

A: Well, you said you had something for me.

Castiel sliding a jewlery box.

me [heart attack]

A: 16th-century Burmese blood rubies.

LOOK AT THAT CUTE SMILE

A: Five carats. Excellent clarity. Castiel,where did you get these?

Zee: Lightly cursed

C: I need your help. To contact God.

Giulia: Oh honey no

Zee: I just laughed along with jo

- um so Anael was Joshua right hand? so she wasn’t that useless angel afterall.

Giulia: Joshua is dead?

C: Jack killed Michael.

Giulia&Zee: Good night sweet prince

C: Only God can restore a soul.

ISN’T THAT A BOTHER

A: The Winchesters -- they don't know you're here, do they?

Giulia: Of course they don t

Zee: Squint

C: Why do you say that?

A: Oh, I don't know, just a general reek of ill-conceived lone-wolf desperation.

Giulia&Zee: Lone wolf desperation

*Cas looks into the camera like in the office*

C: will you help me or not?

A: Not

C *smirking* : I see

A: BUT

Giulia: She s me

Zee: Mental grabby hands

S: It's not Enochian. I-I-I think it's Ancient Hebrew.

Sammy says it’s not Enochian

Zee: It’s not enochian then

Giulia: Oh WeLl AncIenT HeBreW

D: well Sammy sounds stressed

WHAT’S NEW THO

M: I just wish there was something that I c--

D:Hey. You're here, okay? You're here.

Giulia: Mary is here everyone! Everything is fine

Zee: Chuck I hate her

M: But I should've been here more. But I know how I am. I can be closed off...and hard.

D: Yeah, well, that's where I get it from.

Giulia: OH NO No he definitely doesn’t

Giulia: Dean is always there. Mary just fucks off somewhere

M: I just need you to know... I'm grateful. For every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

Giulia: Listen- I’ve been on this show long enough to know that when someone starts to talk like that it’s bad news-

S: I know this.

Giulia: What the fuck is sam brain made off

Zee: Good question

S: It's from the Bible. It's -- it's Peter. Peter 5:8.

"Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour."

Well that sounds NICE

Zee: Trap?

Giulia: Oh come on

Zee: Trap

[enters Nick with an apron]

Giulia: OH FUCK YOU

N: What, no "hey"? "How ya been"?

Giulia: No fuck off nick

D: How?

N: Instead of rotting away in a jail cell where you left me?

N: Sort of a funny story... and by "funny," I mean a lot of people died.

Giulia: Can they just kill him

Giulia: Dean just kill him

Zee: Valid question

Giulia: Mary can you be useful and just kill the bitch

N: I mean, I sort of injected your friend with poison --

Giulia: Poor Donny

D: Where is he?!

N: Ooh, the angry voice.

Zee: Oh ok

Giulia: Yeees the angry voice

Giulia: I. Don’t. Like. Cas. Doing. Stuff. Alone.

A:Even for us Methuselah? You sheltered him after the Fall.

Methy: I didn't "shelter" -- We were roommates.

Giulia: OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Methy: He made a mean lasagna

Zee: Loool

C: No. You'll tell me, or I'll burn this place to the ground. and you with it.

Giulia: *Shivers* yeeees

Zee: Kiddo

C: Is that really what you want?

Giulia: SHIVERS *YEEEEEEES*

OK BUT YOU GOTTA LOVE THE SLOW MOTION THO

Giulia: oh Sam baby

Giulia: YES

Giulia: YEEES

D: Whoa! Hey. Hey! Not now. Okay?

D: not yet

Stellar content

Giulia: Let Sam kill that bitch

Zee: Let someone kill him

D: I don't know. If you ask me, that psycho's seen way too many '90s serial-killer movies.

S: The antidote is Prussian Blue

Giulia: *raising hand* Knew that

D: He said he wanted to talk. So let's talk.

Giulia&Zee: Oooh yeah let’s talk

Giulia: I’m sam

Sam’s like “ but Deeeeeean I wanna smash”

D: if Nick looks at you wrong, you're gonna waste him.

LET HIIIIIM

Giulia: Who cut Jared ‘s hair

Giulia: I dont like it

Zee: I need season 8 hair

S: Donatello's in this because of me. A police officer is dead because of me. I'm the one who let Nick go, I'm the one who...

please babe ....can someone just hold him

M: Nick's choices are his. Just his.

M: You gave him a chance because you felt for him.....because you're a good man.

Giulia: Oh look at him being all cute when mary called him a good man

M: You are. It's one of the reasons I'm so proud of you.

Anael complainig about the dust while she’s an angel.

Giulia: LOL SHE S ME

ALSO WE ALL KNOW THAT DANNEEL LOVES CREEPY DOLLS

A: God's not gonna care.

Giulia: das true

A: I believed in Heaven. You know, our mission. I believed, Castiel. But then I got to Earth, and I saw that it wasn't the paradise God promised. I mean, there was so much hate...so much suffering.

A: Why wasn't he helping them? And do you know what he said?

A: "God doesn't meddle."

Zee: Doesn’t meddle

Giulia: Das also true

A: Well, I do. So I do.

C: And here I thought you just performed miracles for the money.

A: Well, you haven't been paying attention, then. I do them for me. I don't need Heaven. And I don't need God. And... I'm happy, Castiel.

LISTEN - I STAN ANAEL

C: Really? Because that sounds lonely.

Zee: We’re all lonely

A: because we're all alone. From ant to lion to human to angel. Every last one of us.

Giulia: SHE S ME

C: God reached down, and he brought me back to life.

A: So he saves one angel...and watches millions of people die screaming, every day. What does that say about him?

Giulia *sweats* : But he saves THE angel ok

Zee: Ouch

D: Where’s Donatello?

Giulia: That’s the content I want

N: I get you, Dean. You and me,we're almost like brothers, you know. Michael, you,Lucifer, me --

Giulia: NOT LIKE THIS

N: we both know what it's like to be hog-tied to a nuclear warhead, man.

Giulia: OH NOPE

Giulia: NICE

D: Cut the crap

N: You're never the same after something like that, are ya? Being one with one of them. It changes you. Makes you more than human. Come on, Dean, admit it. With Michael, you were a prince. Now you're just a broken Hunter.

Giulia: Another one

Zee: Demon dean vibes

Giulia: But also MoC tho

Giulia: So much demon dean

D: Come on, Nick. What's this all about?

D: He says he wants to talk to Jack...alone.

Giulia: His friggin’ cocoa puffs

Giulia: I don t like jack and nick alone Especially jack with no soul. Because let’s be real, he has so little of it ok

j: Sam?

S: I mean-

D: "I mean"? What do you mean, you mean

S: How's he even a threat?

Me: mmmm *opening big ass folder* where do I start?

Zee: Of course. He went there

N: Even your three dads -- how many innocent people you think they've killed?

Zee: Even your three dads

Giulia: Threee dads

Giulia: You broke his heart

N: I don't know. I don't -- I don't see it. I'm looking right at you, and I see nothing.

Zee: I see nothing

Giulia: Don t like that. Mmm mmm nope

Zee: Wth?

Giulia: He killed him

N: Nick. He'll show us where to find Donatello.

oh...he did not kill him. oh bother

Zee: I’m done

Giulia: We ve been knew

A: Look, I just stepped on a rat, so --

Giulia: My babe

Zee: Say it like you mean it tho

A: You're doing this because you're afraid. Because in your mind, it'd be easier to call God than to tell Sam and Dean Winchester the truth.

C: The truth?

A: Jack's soul is gone, Castiel. And there's nothing you can do about it.

i hate this

A: Look. I don't want to say all that and hurt your feelings, so...what do you say we call it a night?

HI YES I’M WRECKED BY CAS FACE RIGHT NOW, DON’T TOUCH ME

Giulia: Oh he lives

Giulia: OOOOH THAT THAAAAT

Zee: Fuck

Giulia: CRIES

Giulia: tell me he gives it to dean tho

Zee: He has to

Giulia:...OH wait that’s not the same tho , meh

C: God...I don't know where you are. I don't know if you can hear me. But please. Sam, Dean -- we need you. Please.

Giulia: My heart .Cas broken voice

Giulia: Sigh

Giulia: Sob

Giulia: Cries

D: Look, you try anything funny, Sammy's gonna shoot you. Anything happens to me --

N: Wait. Let me guess. Sammy's gonna shoot me.

Giulia: Yeah to start

Giulia: It’s been swell

A: So, what are you gonna do now?

C: Go home.

Giulia: The bunker is his Hoooomeee

C: Go home and tell Sam and Dean the truth.

Zee: Can I have the bag?

C: Anael. You know, you're not <i>always</i> right. Just because God's not with us doesn't mean we're alone.

A: Why? Because we all have each other?

C: Yes.

Giulia: SO CUTE

J: This was filled with angelic grace.

Zee: Can’t word. Sam needs to punch him

♪ Oh, Sammy boy, Sammy boy ♪

Giulia: Oh no Nick singing. Ptsd flashbacks from the crazy sam ♪ Your phone, your phone is calling ♪

Nick doing disgusting things

Giulia: OH WHAT THE FUCK

Zee: Cb radio. He’s awake

S: Y-You trying to communicate with someone?

N: Search your feelings. Come on, Sam. Nobody stays dead anymore.

Giulia: fucking nick

Giulia: Fucking demons

Zee: Holy crap

Giulia: YES SAM. YES

Giulia: OH COME ON

Zee: Damn nick

Giulia: stop hitting sam’s head

Giulia: Fuck u nick

Giulia: DEAN is so calm and collected tho. MOC baby. I mean...look at his face while he’s kicking those demon’s asses. That looks way too cold ok. I don’t like it.

Zee: That final push. That’s what I saw on tumblr

Giulia: They need to stop hitting sam in the head

Giulia: DAMN IT NICK. i have 0 empathy for that bitch now. 0

Giulia: Oh come on. Fuck. Fuuuuck

Giulia: NO. MARY NO. FUCK

Zee: Jfc

Giulia: JESUS

Zee: Hell-o

Giulia: Again with the chicken wings

Giulia: OH THANK GOD

Giulia: OUCH but also YES and also NO

Giulia: Oh yeah Jack is definitely going in that box

Zee: He ded?

Giulia: I sure hope so

D: Hey. Hey. Come on. Stay with me now. We're just gonna play a little game.

D: We're gonna count, okay? We're gonna count.

D: Count with me. One.. two...

S: ...two...

D: Yeah, there you go...three.

S: You -- You always put -- You always put me first.

D:No, no. Shh, shh. Come on. Come on, man.

Giulia: IM SCARED STOP IT

S: Your whole life...

D: Okay. All right. All right. Come on. Come on. Just count with me.

D: Sammy. Hey! Sam!

Zee: Wtf is going on?

J: Mary? I had to.

M: Sam -- Uh, he's hurt. Help him.

Giulia: YEAH OK THANK

Oh god Dean’s face. MEDIC MEDIC HELP

Giulia: oh poor Dean. I NEED A FUCKING MEDIC

Zee: They should stop scaring people

J: Everything's gonna be fine.

Giulia: SAYS NO ONE EVER ON SPN WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES

Giulia: i don t like mary face

Zee: Is she scared of jack?

Giulia: She right to be But she shouldn’t be like that in front of him

J: Tell me it's okay.

M: It’s not

J: Leave me alone X9

Giulia: Can she just shut up. i mean she’s not wrong. But she should shut up

Giulia: ...SEE THEN THIS HAPPENS

Giulia: Oh

Giulia: Nope

Giulia: Dont like this

[after episode]

Giulia: PROMO

Zee: Fuck

Giulia: I HATE IT

Zee: Did Dean just tell Cas that he failed him??!!!

Giulia: No cas said that , fucking Dean said : you are dead to me

Giulia: WHICH IS WAY WORSE

Zee: Yeah that

Giulia: AND MY HEART HURTS

Zee: Can’t type

Giulia: I WANNA CRY AND I’M ANGRY AT DEAN

Giulia: i didn’t need to see that

Giulia: I can’t hear anything else

Giulia: I can’t unhear that

.SO IS NEXT THURSDAY ALREADY CANCELLED?

BECAUSE FOR ME IT IS I DON’T GIVE A SHIT .

FUCK YOU DEAN , FUCK YOU.

@wayward-angelgirl @destiel-honeypie @mariekoukie6661 @dragontamerm @closetspngirl @rainflowermoon @mattiecat @bunnybaby121115 @aliaitee2 @jacks-word-of-the-day @4evamc @dammitsammy @legendary-destiel @winchesterprincessbride @destielhoneybee @castiellover20 @jacks-word-of-the-day @ravenhg @evvvissticante @legendary-destiel @dustythewind

#14x17 supernatural #14x17 spoilers #14x17 commentary #14x17 game night #game night #supernatural #14x17 gifs #game night gifs #spn #spn episone #spn episode commentary #spn commentary #spn 14x17

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mazojo · 6 years ago

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I'm loving your drunk headcanon! How about a scenario where jumin and mc are having an argument about him being overworked and not getting any real rest and he went back to the company with bitterness. Feeling worried for him mc decides to go to Jumin to make ammend but something terrible happens when someone tries to kill him. At the last minute mc turn the table around and protect him and takes the blow instead. I really love a desperate jumin. Can you make this angsty and ends it with a fluff

Ohhhhh thank youu ~~ I love me some Jumin angst head canons so i’ll give it a try

Warning: Some violence so beware ~

Jumin x MC Fight Headcanon

MC is on their penthouse sitting stiffly on their living room couch, the apartment feeling very cold. Its 11pm and he still hasn’t arrived. As she leaves another voice call again for what feels like the 20th time that night the door unlocks and in comes the man of the hour.

- “God I hate company meetings, seriously do these airheads think they could put information past me? I am so go-”

- Suddenly Jumin trails off seeing MC sitting on the couch, her beautiful face is full of emotion he cant decipher, anger? sadness? disappointment?

- “Jumin Han do you know what time it is? Do you know how worried sick ive been? Is your phone suddenly absent when your wife calls you to know when you are arriving home?”

- She never called him by his full name, never.

- Crap, he totally forgot to turn his phone on after the meeting and the whole ride home he was too angry thinking about the way the meeting had gone, he should have called her.

- “I am extremely sorry MC. Today has been an off day and I would rather you not get agitated right now. Have you eaten? Did the chef’s cuisines meet your standards?”

- “Jumin Han I am being serious right now and you are talking about food quality? Its the third time this week the meetings have kept you longer than 9pm. And dont you dare change the topic to cuisine standards” MC said the last part with a mocking tone bordering sadness.

- But he wasn’t changing he topic. Couldn’t she see he was genuinely concerned about the food quality? He couldn’t bare her having something that didn’t reach excellence. Couldn’t she see this was all for her? He wouldn’t stand being less than perfect, the man she deserved.

- “I worked this schedule because I need to be the perfect man for you, to deserve your love. I didn’t me-”

- “This isn’t what I signed up for Jumin Han! I want your company to succeed and I am trying to understand your work habits, but not at the expense of your health, sleep and my sanity! Sitting for the past 2 hours waiting for a call or a miserable text! This isn’t the life I want!”

- The temperature suddenly drops by 10 degrees and MC regrets the words as soon as she says them. Of course this is the man he wants, just not when overworking to strive perfection for her blinds him.

- It stings. This isn’t the life she wants? Of course it isn’t. Who would like to be with someone emotionally unstable who doesn’t know a thing about relationships? He is the problem, always have been.

- “You’re right, I need to go, I need to think. Please do not follow me. Go get the rest you deserve and we’ll talk later when we cool off” His tone was cool and calculating but the could see how much her words hurt him.

- Jumin grabs his car keys in a hurry and doesn’t even ask the chauffeur to accompany him, he needed to be alone.

- MC crumbles as tears of anger, frustration and sadness roll down her cheeks. Stupid. Why cant he see she loves him no matter how many deals he closes? She just wants him to let loose a little and realize he loves Jumin Han for the cat loving concerned self, not corporate director Jumin Han for his titles.

- MC looks at the time, 11:20, its way too late and she knew were he was headed. He always went to the office and trap himself in a pile of work whenever he is stressed out. MC grabs her coat and gets in the first cab passing by against the security guards protests. They knew Mr. Han would not approve MC going out by herself on a cab at this hour.

- Meanwhile Jumin is driving faster than he should. The words This isn’t the life I want screaming in his head.

- He stops the car in front of the building he left no longer than an hour ago. sigh. As he ran a hand through his hair he thought about the look MC gave him as the worlds rolled out. Regret.

- He loses his tie remembering it was the one MC choose. She always made sure to wake up with him to have breakfast and select his tie. Her picks were always perfect and those few moments they stole each morning remained with him for the rest of the day while he constantly looked at his watch for the time to arrive home and see her beautiful eyes. God he loved her eyes and the way they looked at him with concern for the tiniest things like whether he ate lunch or wether he liked her outfit (mind you, he always did, she was perfect). Tonight those eyes were cold and unforgiving.

- As he turned on the phone exiting the car he noticed some movement in the corner of his eyes.

- The cab MC took drove fast, she was sure they were breaking the speed limit but she didn’t care. She needed to find her husband.

- As they arrive, MC rolls out a couple bills not even caring for the change and with only one thought in mind, Jumin.

- She sees it first. The man approaching his dark haired boy with an impeccable stealth and a knife. No.

- Time seems to stop and as Jumin slowly turns around sensing something is off the man raises his knife menacing demanding he gives him his phone.

- Jumin eyes widen and is struck dumb in his place. As the man starts approaching Jumin, each step more threateningly, Jumin catches a sight of straight brown hair in the corner and panic fills him up. What is she doing here?

- “Dont you dare lay a hand on him!” MC screams while pushing Jumin out of the way just as the man strikes with his knife, slashing MC’s side. With MC’s scream and noticing the security cameras on the front of the building, he flees.

- No. no no no. Idiot. A feeling Jumin had never felt took over him. She is hurt and its my fault. Its my god damn fault someone laid a hand on her.

- MC clutches her side and falls to the pavement. As she looks up she finds Jumin with the most petrified and horrified expression on his face.

- Realizing he is standing there staring at her he finally decided to move for MC. The first thing he does is hug her fiercely, not even caring about the blood which will certainly leave a stain on his blazer. Red, so red.

- “Its okay, it was just a cut, probably will only leave a bruise”. He knew her damn well to know she was playing it off. She is bleeding.

- “Take your shirt off” He said it as a first instinct leaving all poise aside, he needed to see the wound. MC eyes widen and he realizes she is still laying down in the cold floor in a public street with a wound on her side which was his fault.

“Shit. shit. shit” Without thinking it twice he carries her making sure she is comfortable in his arms. He takes her over to his car and fumbling with his keys, lays her down on the passenger seat rolling her shirt aside to examine the wound.

- He would call the paramedics. No they take too damn long. If he called the firefighters they could clear the already empty streets and arrive faster to the hospital. He could drive her but there was no way she would travel in the backseat by herself risking falling down or straining herself. He could probably call his private chauffeur to bring the helicopter bu-

- “Honey, its okay, I am okay. The important thing is that you are okay” Remembering he hadn’t say a word for the last 30 seconds he suddenly turned to her meeting her eyes for the first time since the incident. Since the fight. No, the thing is that you are not okay and I wasn’t able to save you.

- As MC meets Jumin’s eyes she sees an edge on his normally composed face. He was terrified and she needed to reassure him she was there, she was his.

- Gathering a little strength MC sits up enough to catch his lips and wake him up from his trance. It seems to work as he desperately holds onto her, tears working their way into his cheeks.

- “Honey, this is what we will do; you’ll grab your phone and call an ambulance which should arrive in 10 minutes or so considering urgent care is 5 blocks ahead. We will wait here and in no way am I letting you take the blame for this. I decided to come follow you and tackle you, and god knows what would have happened if I didn’t. I am here and I am yours”

- She is perfect and I am a fool.

- “MC, I-I swear if someone touches you again ever they will pay. God, he will pay and I am making damn sure they find that piece of trash to rot in jail.”

- It was unsettling seeing him so decompose, his calming features twisted in a rage she had never seen as he dials the hospital and as he hangs the phone MC remembers the reason why she was coming in the first place to look for him.

- “Babe I know its not the best of times, god I was just stabbed and a man almost killed you but I- I am so s-sorry” She tried her best not to cry but broke down in the last word. “I-I didn’t mean what I said and of c-course this is the life I want, hell I would give my life for y-yours, its just… Seeing the eye bags under your eyes each morning kills me because you work so damn hard all the t-time and my one job as your wive is to ensure you’re okay and I even fail at that a-and…”

- Jumin holds her as her sobbing intensifies and his features soften. He knew she meant every word she just said and knowing he had caused her such pain made his insides churn. He pressed his lips to hers softly, like she would break, and convey everything he was thinking. He loved her and she will never suffer again because of him, never.

Lolll I kinda went overboard //hides. Thanks for the request! Hope I made it justice ;w;

#mystic messenger #my headcanons #headcanon #hc #mystic messenger headcanon #mysme #jumin #ask #request #fic

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literallyprentissstwin · 6 years ago

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Another Moment - Part 10 (Final)

you can find all the parts of this story on my masterlist.

A/N: wow, i´m really sorry it took me so so long to put the tenth & final part of this story up. idk but i had no time & no motivation, but today, my motivation returned and i finally wanted to give my little sienna & our babe luke a proper end. i´m really sad that my series is over then :( i really hope you enjoyed it as much as i did. please leave me some feedback, i would highly appreciate it.

Warnings: not really, just some talking about kidnapping, hurt/comfort & the general angst (if you know me, angst is my babe), & also beware: there will be a tiny little bit of fluff lol.

i´m really sorry that this has gotten so so long. cheers to you if you read it till the end.

“Luke, it´s barely been an hour. Give her some rest.”

Sienna heard someone say as she slowly started to wake up.

Matt. The voice belonged to her father´s best friend.

“I know..but..I just need to see her..you know?”

Her Dad, worried as always. It´s then that she felt that someone was holding her hand. She decided to give it a tiny squeeze to show that she´s indeed awake.

“What..”, she heard her Dad stutter and in that moment, Sienna slowly started to open her eyes.

“Hey, look who´s back.”, Matt said, a bright smile spreading on his face.

“Hey, Baby Girl.”, Luke greeted his daughter, relieved. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. Sienna smiled a little and whispered a quick “Hi” before she looked around the room and saw that the rest of her father´s team was there as well.

“How are you feeling?”, Luke asked, concern lacing on his face.

“I´m okay..but what happened?”, Sienna replied, confused. It wasn´t that she didn´t remember what had happened, how could she ever forget that? It was more like that she didn´t remember to be this injured that she had to stay in a hospital, again.

“Don´t worry. You´re not hurt, at least not that bad that you need to stay here.”, Matt answered as if he could have read the girls mind.

“You kind of passed out at the crime scene though because of your lack of food and water. Also, you´ve got a mild concussion and a few bruised ribs.”, Luke continued.

“Sounds fun! When can I go home?”, Sienna wondered as she sat up more.

“The doctors want to discharge you later today.”, Luke said. This was so typical for his daughter, but who could blame her? She actually has been in enough hospitals the last few weeks.

“Great, they better hurry because I can´t stand to be in her any longer plus this bed is pretty uncomfortable.”, the teenager hissed which made the team laugh. After a few seconds, Emily decided that it was now or never that they had to talk about what had happened. She hated to be the one to break the good mood, but it was the job.

“Sienna, I´m really sorry for bringing this up again, but to close the case, we have..”, the Unit Chief started, but got interrupted by the young girl.

“You need to know what happened, I know.”, she sighed.

“Yeah, I´m sorry for this. I really wish there would be another way of doing this.”, Emily said as she grabbed a chair and put it close to Sienna and next to Luke´s. Sienna just nodded and took a deep breath before she began explaining. The rest of the team decided to give the girl some space and therefore decided to go back to the station and see what Scott had to say.

“So, after this..fight Dad and I had back in Quantico, I needed to get out, away from everything. I needed to go to somewhere quiet and peaceful, so I went to visit my Mom´s grave. I took the bus to McLean and arriving there, I headed straight to the cementry. I talked to Mom, I let out all my anger about this stupid Detective at the police station. I just ranted and ranted. I don´t know how long I´ve been sitting there, but I lost track of time and it got dark. When I checked my phone I saw all the messages and calls from you guys and I started to feel bad. I didn´t want you to worry. That´s why I started typing this text to you, Dad. I guess, it never got through.”, Sienna said and sat up even more while her Dad moved closer to her bed.

“What happened next?”, Matt asked.

“I-I don´t know. It all went by so quick. Like one minute, I was texting Dad, then the other, I heard noises behind me. It kind of scared me so I wanted to get going. This was when Scott grabbed me from behind. He put that cloth full of chloroform onto my mouth. I tried to fight him off, but guess he was too strong and the chloroform had already kicked in. I passed out and the next thing I remember is waking up, tied to this chair.”, and again Sienna needed to stop talking. The three agents noticed how nervous and panicked she had gotten and it hurt them more than anything to have her going through this again.

“You´re doing good, Sienna. We´re almost done. What is the next thing that happened?”, Prentiss tried to reassure the young girl.

“He told me about his wife he had lost and his daughter. He seemed totally out of it while talking. Then he wanted to know why I hate him so much and that he just wants to be there for me. He said that he could take better care of me than my FBI-Dad, because Dad wouldn´t actual care a bit about me. I got so angry and screamed at him. Then he left, but came back shortly afterwards. He talked some confusing stuff and during this, I tried to free myself. The next time he left, I ran for the phone and called you. After I hung up with you, he came back and I got really mad. I-I just wanted to know why he had to kill Mom. I-I..”, Sienna started to sob, her fragile frame shaking violently.

“Hey, it´s okay. You´re safe. I´ve got you.”, Luke tried to soothe his scared daughter.

“H-He said he needed to kill her b-because she wanted to break up with him. M-Mom wanted to move over to Quantico, so we all could live closer together. H-He killed her because h-he couldn´t accept that she started to believe me, that I still was her number 1 priority. H-He killed her because of me.”, and with this, Sienna broke down, sobbing and screaming for her dead mother. An innocent life which had been taken by a maniac, all because of her.

If Emily´s, Luke´s and Matt´s heart hadn´t been broken before, it would be now. It hurt them to see that Sienna was blaming herself for everything.

Luke was trying his best to calm Sienna down, but eventually, she drifted off into sleep from exhaustion and crying. Matt and Emily decided that they heard and had enough and after making sure Luke and Sienna had everything they needed for now, the both of them also left to close this case with the rest of the team.

“Hey, you´re awake again.”, Luke said a few hours later as Sienna opened her eyes, looking around in confusion.

“Oh, don´t worry. Emily and Matt went back to the station a few hours back to handle everything. It´s over, for real.”, Luke continued talking as he walked closer to Sienna´s bed.

“What´s gonna happen now?”, the girl asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“We´re going home. The team is on its way here right now. I already signed your discharge papers and..”

“What about Scott?”

“He´ll get what he deserves. We made sure of it. He´ll rot in prison and will probably never leave this place again.”

“I´m sorry, Dad.”, Sienna murmured as she quickly looked down.

“Sunshinne, look at me.”, Luke demanded as he took Sienna´s hands in his, “nothing of what happened to you and Mom is your fault, okay? It was completley out of your hands. He did it, he decided to do it, not you. You knew that something was off, you warned her, but there wasn´t much you could have continued doing. So please don´t blame yourself for something which wasn´t your choice, okay? Scott isn´t worth your tears and thoughts. He´ll rot in prison, that´s where he belongs. You can start and try to move on, but you need to believe first that non of this was your fault.”

“But..”, Sienna started, but her Dad interrupted her.

“No..no “but´s”. It´s not your fault. You need to believe this in order to move on.”

“What if I can´t?”

“Then I´ll tell you the truth over and over again until you believe me.”, Luke said, a small smile playing on his lips, which also made Sienna smile.

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, Princess. I´m so proud of you and I´ll be here for you, every step of the way.”, Luke assured her and embraced his daughter in a soft hug. After some time, they broke apart and Sienna looked up to her Dad.

“What is it?”, he asked.

“Before we go home, could we maybe do one last stop?”, Sienna wanted to know which earned a confused look form her Dad, but little did he know where she wanted to go to.

“Anything for you, Princess.”

It´s been 4 months since Sienna and Luke left McLean together, after taking a quick stop at the grave of Sienna´s Mom on their way home. It was Sienna´s wy of finding closure.

The past 4 months have been a rollercoaster ride - happy moments, scarry and sad moments filled with nightmares and a lot of crying. Yes, life hasn´t been easy for the girl. Just when things started to get better, something happened and pulled Sienna back in her hole. The process against Scott had been the most difficult part of the rollercoaster ride. But gladly, Sienna hadn´t have to do it alone. She had her Dad and his team and she was more than thankful for them.

After the process, things started to actually work out for Luke and Sienna and they couldn´t be happier. Of course, it still hurt to think about it, but pain only makes people stronger, at leasts that what they say, and if there is one thing Sienna had learned over the past few weeks, than that it´s okay to feel, it´s okay to hurt, but it´s never okay to give up and stop fighting.

Yes, life could be difficult sometimes and it isn´t always that peachy, but life´s worth living and after all, it´s what Sienna deserved. A happy life with people who care about her, not only down here but also up there.

In another moment, Sienna would have argued about this, but right now, this seemed to be enough for her.

THE END.

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inkstainedfanfics · 7 years ago

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A Lost Memory

Summary: Newt deals with a loss he believes he can never recover from with firewhiskey.

Request: "I would like angst and angst and tear my heart apart and smash it into the gutters. Regrets and tears and mistakes were made "I never want to see you again" HURT ME"

Word Count: 3,407

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @red-roses-and-stories (I hope this broke your heart enough) but also tagging @caseoffics @dont-give-a-bother @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

You run your hand down Newt’s bicep, popping up onto your toes to rest your chin on his shoulder and peer over him to the papers in front of him. “Whatcha doing, babe?”

“Studying the reactive tendencies of various…” he trails off, brow furrowing as the liquid in front of him turns a deep violet shade. “Well, that hardly seems right.”

You giggle and fall back to give him space. “Be careful you don’t let Pickett fall in.”

Newt scarcely appears to process your words, giving you a distracted “hmm” in response.

You roll your eyes and slide under his arm as he scribbles something onto a note. Extending your arm, you let Pickett hop onto your hand. He squeaks away as you draw him to your side.

“Come on, Pickett, we’ll go make supper so someone here doesn’t let us all starve.”

Newt’s eyes crinkle with his smile as he glances up at you. “And who did you say exaggerates the most this morning?”

You stick your tongue out. ��I still think you do it more often.”

Newt watches you whisper to Pickett as you walk out, and before he returns to his work, he checks the drawer to make sure the box is still there.

Thunder rumbles, a heavy roll that rattles the rack of vials on the table.

Newt slams a tall bottle against the wooden counter in response.

He runs a hand through his hair, staring at the tiny glass on the table. The world’s wobbly in front of him, everything a smidge unsettled. He runs a hand over his face. The room reeks of alcohol, rotting food, and burning paper, but he barely registers the stench anymore. It’s as much on him as it is on the walls. You would never stand for this.

The thought bites. A pain he can’t control crawls up his throat and forms a thick knot he can’t swallow, choking him.

He chases it back down with a shot of firewhiskey.

Rain pounds into the dirt just outside the tiny shack, an effect of a storm that has been ravaging the case for weeks now. Newt hardly even notices the quaking building or the spilled ingredients for his elixirs. He can barely tell the difference between the ground shaking and his own shaking.

Another boom of thunder has a stack of books toppling into Newt’s lap.

“Newt, darling, have you seen my book? I could have sworn I left it on top of the dresser.” You stand in a ray of sunlight, squinting at Newt.

Newt glances up from the manuscript in front of him. “Sorry, love. I haven’t seen it.” He chuckles at your answering pout.

“Where in the world did it get to?” You mutter to yourself.

Newt chuckles once more and returns to his writing. The book needs little more to be considered complete, and he’s anxious to finish it. He spends nearly all his free time writing or working with a new creature. You mutter something else to yourself, gathering his attention again.

Newt’s heart swells with love. You’ve been so patient, so understanding of him and his job. You’d taken up the chores he misses with no complaint, been more than happy to cater to his creatures if he was occupied with another. The tip of the quill drifts to his mouth as he gets lost in his thoughts. He really couldn’t ask for anyone better, anyone more beautiful or with a better sense of humor than you, anyone that understands him more than he thinks even he understands himself sometimes.

Despite the urgency of the manuscript in front of him, Newt allows himself a peek at your confused expression as you lift a pillow. His heart stumbles at the sight as you bite your lip and place your hands on your hips, peering around the room. Bloody beautiful.

His hand instinctively drifts to his pocket, fingers grazing over the box in it.

Soon.

Newt grins and puts his quill back to paper. Very soon.

Newt lifts the bottle, examining the amber liquid in the dim light of the one lightbulb swinging above him. The others have shattered, consequences of violent reactions from two ingredients.

He hears the footsteps even over the growling thunder.

Tina flinches when she steps in as the shack’s stench strikes her.

Newt doesn’t bother to look at her.

“Newt, it’s supper time.” She says between coughs, trying to shout over the howling wind.

“Is it already so late?”

Tina brushes rain from her face, taking a breath as her perfumed wrist nears her nose. “Already?” Tina says it in a voice that indicates that she knows Newt’s aware of what time it is.

Newt clenches his jaw. Of course he knows what time it is. He always knows now. Always knows how long it has been since he found out. Who else is going to keep him on time now?

You stand in the doorway of the shack, hands on your hips and storm brewing in your eyes.

Newt gulps.

“Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.” It’s the first time you’ve used his full name.

Newt pinches the bridge of his nose, ducking his head. “Something wrong, love?”

“Is something wrong? Are you serious?”

“Erm, yes?”

A wrong answer, evidently. You huff, stomping into the room and glaring at the vial in his hand. “Do you even realize what time it is?”

Newt hazards a guess. “Just before noon?”

“It is nine thirty at night, Newt. Nine thirty. Do you know who was supposed to come over at eight tonight?”

Realization dawns on Newt just before you answer your own question.

“Your publisher. Do you know who I had to spend the last hour and a half talking with and assuring over and over that you would be here soon?”

“My publisher?”

“Good, you’re catching on.”

“I’m sorry, love.” His heart sinks. You hate being a hostess and hate lying, both of which he’d caused you to do just now. Newt sets his notes down; the breakthrough on a cure for obliviate seems far less newsworthy now.

“Sorry isn’t enough. You need to pay attention to the time.” Your anger is quickly fading at Newt’s solemn gaze, though. “What would you do if I weren’t here for you?”

A small smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. “Turn into dust and float away, if you’re to be believed.”

“Yes, well, I should be believed. I’m pretty smart.”

“You’re absolutely brilliant.”

You feel heat creeping into your cheeks. “You’d better remember that.”

“Who could forget when they win the lottery, my love?”

Newt just shrugs, hands trembling around the shot glass now. “It’s easy to lose track of time down here.”

“Newt, don’t lie to me.”

He glances at her, the shadow of a smile on his lips. “What purpose would that serve?”

“You need to eat.”

“I do.”

A plate of eggs and rotting bacon Tina brought down three days ago sits on the ground, tossed carelessly aside. Tina and Newt both look at it for a moment.

She sighs. “You’re going to die down here.”

He thins his lips. “I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“Newt—“

“Tina.” He interrupts, hands fully shaking now.

She ignores the interruption. “You need to take care of yourself. Do you really think she—“

“You have no right.” The words are quiet, a threat in themselves.

Tina persists. “You can’t let this happen. You’re better than this.”

The words are close, so close to what he used to hear and the memories are rushing back now, a catastrophic avalanche of thoughts he can’t stop, can’t end. Newt’s hands tighten around the glass and bottle he’s holding as he tries to block out the tidal wave of memories flooding him.

Tina’s footsteps pound against the floor, and she slams open the door, half falling into the room. “Newt!”

He shoves the box behind his back, snapping the top shut. “Everything all right?”

“She’s gone.” Tina’s face is red and she’s panting, not a line of amusement or composure in her face.

Newt feels his entire world stop on a dime. “Gone where?”

“Ambushed. Come on, we have to go.” Tina grabs his arm, pulling him half to his feet before apparating away with a pop. Newt’s grip loosens as he feels himself get sucked into that tube.

The ring box clatters to the ground and pops open, a small gold band rolls out and spins, spins, spins, finally falling after a minute. A heavy silence fills the room.

Tina takes a step forward, crunching broken glass underfoot. “Newt, are you all right?”

Newt clenches his jaw, heart pounding. All he can see is you, that day, with that blank stare and the cut and your words. Oh Merlin, your words.

The alcohol makes it all the more easy to fall into the sight, to smell the rancid odor of too much spilled blood and hear the way you spoke to him.

The shot glass strains in his hand, and Tina’s calls to him fade away into a distant noise.

Sweat drips from the tip of Newt’s nose and lands on his top lip, but he doesn’t brush it away as he ducks behind a shelf in the grocery store, dodging another curse.

Ambushed by fanatics. He curses Tina under his breath as he throws another spell over the boxes. She should have been paying more attention, focusing more. You could be in trouble because of her, could be dying. He stops breathing as the image hits him. You, lying motionless, not breathing, not smiling, not speaking. Just dead.

Newt shakes the thoughts from his head. You’re strong, a witch that knows how to fight. You have to be holding your own. You can’t be… He forces himself to take another breath and peer around the shelf. What matters now is finding you and getting you out of here, free from danger. Newt dives out from his hiding spot, running down the aisles, scanning them for you. Spells crack behind, breaking against cans of beans. His boots squeak against the tiled floor as he turns, rushing down another aisle.

He’s being reckless, and he knows it. Tina shouts at him as he dodges curse after curse, leaving the casters behind for the other MACUSA officers to deal with.

A spell splits open the skin on his cheek, but he just keeps sprinting down the aisles, searching for you. The smell of burnt flesh makes him gag, but he doesn’t slow down.

Newt pauses in the last aisle, legs nearly giving out in relief. Maybe you escaped, maybe you made it out. He gasps in two breaths and moves again.

He pushes a door open to a freezer room and you’re there on the ground, unmoving, a man next to you with a wand pressed against your temple.

Newt shouts his curse, a wave of rage surging through him at the sight. He sends the man reeling back, head cracking against the concrete wall. The stranger doesn’t move.

Not that Newt cares as he sprints to your side, dropping into a puddle of blood, a scream bubbling out of his mouth as his fingers press against your neck, searching desperately for a pulse, a breath, anything to prove that you’re still alive.

He sobs in relief when he finds one, a strong but rushed beat. You’re alive.

Newt kneels next to you, wand hovering over every small cut on your body. There aren’t many, thank Merlin. His hands shake and he can barely breathe when he finds a gash in your side, the one the blood covering the floor must have come from.

Newt’s pale face is the first thing Tina notices as she bursts into the room. Her own shriek echoes through the room at the sight of you unmoving on the ground, but Newt shakes his head, words trembling.

“She’s all right, just unconscious.”

She falls onto her knees next to you, “Not dead?”

Newt’s entire body shudders as he takes your hand in his. “No.”

“Oh, thank heavens.” Tina shakes her head. “I don’t know what happened. We were attacked out of nowhere, and one of them grabbed her. I couldn’t get her free, couldn’t get a clear shot on him.”

Newt thins his lips but nods. “This wasn’t your fault, Tina.”

She visibly relaxes at his sentence, letting out a breath. “The others. I have to check on the others.”

She stands, one final anxious glance at you, but leaves the room.

You stir minutes later, squeezing your eyes shut tight before finally blinking them open and gazing up at Newt.

Newt’s grip on your hand tightens as you prop yourself on one elbow. “You’re okay, love. It’s okay.”

“Where am I?”

Newt smiles a little at your confused expression. “The grocers. There was an attack, but they’re all gone now. You’re safe.”

You run a hand over your face. “What… how… what happened?”

Newt shudders in relief as he tugs you tight against him and explains. “Quite the eventful day, hmm?” The joke is weak, a fragile attempt from a fragile person. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself: you’re still here. Thank god.

You lean away from him. “Can I go?”

Newt nods. “We can go home.”

“We?”

He smiles weakly. “You plan on leaving me here?”

Your face screws up in confusion. “I’m sorry…”

Newt’s aware of Tina re-entering the room but he doesn’t turn around. “Home. The case, remember? You’re always nagging me to clean it up.”

You shake your head slowly.

Newt’s breaths quicken. “With the creatures. Frank and Clyde and Marietta. You know what I’m talking about. Even Pickett’s there right now.”

“Pickett. Who’s Pickett?”

The ground drops out from under him as he realizes the spell that must’ve been cast. The only memory spell he knows can do such extensive damage to a person, but no. He smiles gently at you, there’s no way your entire memory was wiped of him. Something, somewhere, there must be a memory remaining, a lingering bit of him that Obliviate couldn’t touch.

“The bowtruckle. A little pest sometimes, though I hear he’s more helpful in the kitchen than I.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know you. Thank you for saving my life, but I don’t… I just want to go back to my hotel room and sleep.”

Newt stops breathing. “Sorry, love, what?”

You slide away, flinching at the feel of the slick floor beneath you. “I have to go.”

Newt’s hand reaches for you and wraps gently around your wrist. “Love, where are you going?”

Your eyes flicker to Tina behind him, a mixture of fear and pleas.

Tina steps forward, resting a hand on Newt’s shoulder, her own heart breaking as she recognizes the look in your eyes too. “Newt, I don’t think she recognizes you.”

Newt desperately tries to hold his world together. “No, no that’s not possible. That isn’t-that can’t be true. We – we love each other.”

You slide further away, wrist slipping from his grasp.

Newt shakes, breaths trembling. “Love, come on. You can’t have forgotten me, can you?”

Tina gestures at you with her chin. “Get her to St. Mungo’s. See if they can recover anything.” Her voice softens as two women Newt didn’t notice before step to your side. “Newt, I’m so sorry.”

He sits there in the puddle of blood, unable to stare at anything but your gaze, a mixture of panic, fear, and utter bewilderment at his reaction. At this violent reaction you believe to be coming from a stranger.

“Maybe they know how to cure obliviate’s effects there. They’re good with maladies. I know that Queenie had to send a friend there once…” The words fade into nothing for Newt, just a background noise he can’t bring himself to care about.

Newt wonders if he’ll be sick right there as his stomach churns and a loud ringing deafens him to Tina’s words. He watches you back away from him, grabbing the arms of one of the women and clinging to her.

He’s supposed to protect you, supposed to keep you safe.

He failed, and now he’s paying the price.

You disappear with a pop, eyes wide and body shaking like Newt’s, but not a shred of recognition in your eyes.

Newt becomes aware of the glass bottle in his hand again. An urge to throw it, send it crashing and cracking open against the ground grips him. Break it. Destroy it like you destroyed him.

Newt sets the bottle down carefully, jaw clenched tight.

He won’t break it, not when he needs to start rebuilding himself.

He tunes back in to Tina’s lecture. “—two months. I know it’s hard, but you need to take care of yourself before you research anything.”

“Tina, take this and go.” He crumples a sheet of paper in his hand, shoving it at her. The world spins.

She coughs at the burning smell of firewhiskey on his breath. “What’s this?”

He slumps in his chair. “Her new address.”

Tina stares at him, lips parted in surprise. Her voice is soft again, as though she’s speaking to a child. “Newt, I’m not saying you should give up. Just give it some time. Maybe you’ll find something; a potion or a new spell.”

He shakes his head. “Stop it.”

“She isn’t gone.”

He doesn’t understand why she’s so adamant, so demanding of him to have hope until he drags his gaze up to meet hers and finds his misery reflected in her eyes. A lesser amount, sure, but the skin around them is red and puffy, a telltale sign of her own tears. He wonders for a moment if she’s right. Should he hope? Should he contact you and try it all again?

But no, that’s all bullshit. A tide of anger rises in Newt. What does she have to be angry about? Who is she to make demands of him, to instill him with a hope that is a complete lie? You’re gone. You’re bloody gone and there’s nothing either him nor Tina can do to bring you back to the person you were.

His fingers itch to grab the bottle and smash it against the table to quell the agonizing pain the hope always carries with it.

Tina’s breath catches at the unequaled grief in Newt’s bloodshot eyes. The black bags hanging under them and the stark contrast of his paled skin only emphasizes the gravity of his expression.

Tina’s voice leaps into a higher pitch. “She can’t be…” she clears her throat, next sentence more aggressive and assured. “She isn’t gone.

Newt’s voice is as flat as he can keep it as he suppresses the anger at her; it’s filled with numb pleasure he can only find in bottles of firewhiskey now. “She doesn’t recognize me, let alone remember a single thing I’ve ever said to her.” His voice breaks. “She’s gone, Tina. You need to accept that.”

“I can’t. I won’t.”

Newt shuts his eyes, picturing your face as he grabs the bottle again. “Fine. But don’t bring this up to me. She’s none of your business.” He can almost see the jab hanging in the air, and the slicing agony of Tina’s demands is fresh in his mind, so he takes it. “Not when you’re the reason she’s gone.”

Tina turns to stone at the comment. She takes three deep breaths, teeth grinding together, before smashing the ball of paper in her hands. “Fine, Newt. If you want to live in some fairytale land where she just stops existing because she doesn’t love you anymore, go ahead, but I’m sure as hell going to find her again and become her friend because we can still do that.”

“Just remember when you’re with her that you’re the reason you have to redo everything.”

Tina shrieks in frustration and storms out into the rain.

Newt sighs through his nose, a long breath that eases some of the tension in his shoulders but fails to remove the weight still tugging down his chest.

One more night.

One final night of mourning you. Newt will start rebuilding in the morning.

Thunder rumbles a final time, a long roar that sounds something close to your laugh as it rises and falls and rises again.

Newt squeezes his eyes shut and when he opens them again, Tina’s gone, you’re gone, and he’s all alone.

#Newt Scamander #Newt Scamander x Reader #Newt Scamander Imagine #Newt Scamander one shot #fbawtft #angst #pure angst #I'm sorry if this is the worst thing you've ever read #or if it seems ooc #Idk #but I do hope you have a fantastic day!!!!#This turned into something I was not expecting and also was much longer than I was expecting #I hope you like it #but if you don't I understand #if you have any criticism of it and want to send it my way that'd be chill #thanks everyone!

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rooftopprendezvous · 8 years ago

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Protective/Supportive Aaron

For @bartsugsy and @sapphicsugden as requested (Includes some paraphrasing.)

•6th February 2015 Remember that one minor incident when Aaron sent Robert away to get married and rid Wylie’s of any evidence that they were ever there and continued to keep that secret even after he found out Robert pushed Katie. Which is the only reason Robert’s gorgeous ass hasn’t been rotting away in a prison cell for the last two years. But no big deal. Just Aaron saving Robert on a daily basis. •9th February 2015 Aaron’s new mantra where Robert and Katie’s death are concerned “It’s not his fault!” •10th February 2015 The slap heard round the world when mama bear Chas turns feral on her cub because Aaron dares to blame Katie for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Obviously it was Katie’s fault Robert burnt down her caravan. •11th February 2015 Go ahead and tell Chrissie I’ve been boning her husband mum and WE ARE DONE!!! •9th April 2015 BTW Paddy. I totally text Katie and told her to meet me at Wylie’s that day. It was all totes my fault and you shouldn’t blame Robert for anything! EVER!!! •12th May 2015 God Robert why are you such a human disastercase getting drunk off a single pint (👀👀👀) of whiskey? Let me help you back to the pub, get you a glass of water and kindly let you sneak in a little snog. •13th May 2015 *Clears throat* Excuse me Chrissie, I might have been one of the people who broke into your house so I know for a fact Robert’s super sorry about it. Now can you please take your sad sack of a husband back? (Even if I still kind of sort of love him and want him to be mine.) •25th June 2015 Cain my man! I know Robert might look really good with a bruised face but you still can’t beat the hell out of him like this. Here babes. Let me help you home and pretend it has nothing to do with my ongoing struggle over how much I still love you. K…K…cool. •21st July 2015 Geez “Dad”! My boyfriend’s a total idiot who likes to run his mouth off but stop making up lies and saying he tried to bury you in a grain pit. While you’re at it stay away from me! •25th September 2015 (Also 22nd October 2015) Listen dude, I really hate you but I’m still going to cry over your bleeding body while I try to stop the life from leaving you and decide if I really want you to live or die. •18th March 2016 *Chokes on beer* LIV! It’s super inappropriate to ask someone what it’s like getting shot and we defs don’t ask to see the scar. (Side eye…especially since I still haven’t seen it yet.) •5th April 2016 So the thing is Robert, my little sister is a bit confused right now and she recorded you saying you bribed Ryan. Now we both know that was a really ridic move on your part but you’ve been super amazing and taken care of me a lot and I really don’t want anything to happen to you for protecting me so I’ll try to do the same for you. •10th May 2016 Hey now missy! I will tolerate a lot but I draw the line at comparing my boyfriends godlike face to that of a rodent. Show some respect. You know I missed out on some…..tea time…with him yesterday because of you. • 6th June 2016 Okay I’ve been in jail enough times to know the rules so you need to let my guy go before I really start to lose it. And you Olivia Flaherty take a good look at everything Robert has done recently because guess what. THAT’S LOVE! ALL OF IT WAS BECAUSE HE LOVES ME! •14 July 2016 *Staring at Robert dreamily* What’s that officer? I was busy mooning over him calling me his boyfriend. Oh yeah. He DEFINITELY bought me a super sweet expensive watch back in February. •16 August 2016 Babe that purse doesn’t really go with your outfit AND NEITHER WILL HANDCUFFS IF YOU GET SENT DOWN FOR HELPING YOUR BROTHER. Please don’t risk your life and our future for that. I can’t lose you. •17 August 2016 Fiiiiiiiiine……..I’ll help you take down Lachlan and the Whites (even though I dont really think it’s a good idea) but we have to be super careful or someone (namely us) could get hurt. •31 August 2016 Lachlan: I’m gonna kill you. Aaron: Human shield activate. Robert: That was hot as hell! He is so getting laid tonight. •17 October 2016 Hey there Lachlan! Let me show you what happens when vile little cretins such as yourself threaten my love and my life. First, you get your head shoved in this conveniently placed barrel of water. Then thrown in the boot of my car. •20 October 2016 ROBERT PLEASE GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING CAR! I’M SCARED OF DYING BUT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I NEED YOU TO LIVE! •08 November 2016 Diane, Robert was just trying to help Andy and do what he thought was best for your family. *mumbles under breath* Not that any of you would ever notice or appreciate the way he bends over backwards for you anyways. • 11th November 2016 Here love. Let me rub your back and console you while you mourn your mother. Sorry your siblings couldn’t make it. •1st December 2016 THE HE’S MINE BACK OFF LADY DEATH STARE!!! If looks could kill Rebecca would be long gone and this storyline would never have happened. (I’m counting it! Fight me!) •5th January 2017 I’m sorry Chrissie, remind me again how it’s Robert’s fault Lachlan shot your dad? Pretty sure he picked that gun up all on his own. So stop ruining my birthday! •20th January 2017 Robert you really are a total flaming idiot if you don’t take this opportunity to run a mile because I’m not good for you. •21st February 2017 Robert Jacob Sugden you are amazing! You did everything in your power to give me the wedding of my dreams and more importantly than that you chose the pub where I was dared you to stand up and proudly announce to everyone who and what you are. •21st February 2017 Whoa there Diane how about we get you a drink and avoid talking about Jack. (Because he totally didn’t deserve someone as incredible as Robert. He should have loved him unconditionally and if he was here today I’d probably knock him on his ass for messing with this beautiful man’s head.) Although, babe you really should think about talking to Vic and Diane about it. It might help you to move on. •6th April 2017 OMG babe! I’m so sorry I accidentally punched you’re perfect beautiful face. (This time I really didn’t mean it.) Here let me caress it softly and make it all better. There there now. •12th April 2017 Listen Robert we both know you didn’t get that tummy by running on the regular. Save yourself and go home before you keel over and die. I’ll be fine. (Okay so it’s a stretch but I feel a tummy mention is just expected of me at this point.)

#robron #emmerdale #i feel like this got a bit ridiculous and out of hand so i hope it's what you were looking for #also my first list ended in november so this is a bit longer than i originally stated #and maybe these aren't all super huge or demonstrative moments #but the way aaron protects/supports robet is a lot like the way he loves him #not always loud and in your face but no less real #as always thank you to apositivelifeaffirmingway for the feedback #everyone needs a michelle #your new tag btw

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