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aliwritesfic · 3 years ago

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The Wedding Date (F!Reader x Frankie Morales) (part 6)

Summary: After walking in on your boyfriend boning the neighbour, you suddenly find yourself single and without a plus one to four weddings over the summer. Wanting to avoid looks of pity and the 'still single?' comments, your best friend Olivia Miller suggests you take a friend of her brothers; Frankie Morales.

Warnings (for the series as a whole): infidelity and consequences of that, drinking, drug use, swearing, eventual smut, 10 year age gap

Rating: 18+

W/C: 1.9k

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The waiting room smelt like oil and the rubber of tyres. You looked over the bill that had been handed to you by the greasy looking mechanic and bit your lip. Something just didn’t seem right about it. You pulled out your phone and opened up to the text chain between you and Frankie.

You: you busy rn?

His reply came less than a minute later. It had been almost two weeks since he had stayed at your place, and while both of you texted each other almost constantly, you hadn’t had a chance to see each other again.

Frankie Fishie: Not really, what’s up?

You: can you take a look at this for me, it doesnt look right but idk enough about cars to know if somethings up w/ it

You quickly snapped a photo of the paper invoice and sent it to him. You felt slightly annoyed that you didn’t know enough about cars to know if you were being ripped off, but it wasn’t your fault that you had been more interested in catching frogs than helping your dad with his car. It also wasn’t your fault that this was your first car that you didn’t have your dad to help out with maintenance on.

Your phone began to vibrate in your hand with a call from Frankie, snapping you out of your annoyance.

“Hello?”

“Three hundred for an oil change? Premium air?” He sounded pissed. You grimaced.

“The guy said it would make my tyres last longer,” you said.

“A hundred for air? Air is free! It’s everywhere! You don’t pay for air! Where are you?”

“MacPhersons, down on Azalea street.”

“Do not give them a cent until I get there.”

He hung up, leaving you grimacing. He was angry, that much was obvious. Was he angry at you for not knowing about cars? You stole a glance out of the corner of your eye at the mechanic that sat at the reception desk, patiently waiting.

Twenty minutes later, Frankie barged into the shop. His cap pulled low over his head, flannel shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing strong arms streaked with oil. He turned to you and held his hand out for the invoice.

“This how you run your business?” he demanded of the man sitting at the desk. “Ripping people off because they don’t know any better?”

“We don’t rip anyone off,” the man huffed, standing up and puffing out his chest.

“The fuck you don’t! Air is free, mother fucker! Tell me how charging for it isn’t a rip off! Tell me how charging nine hundred dollars for a goddamn car service isn’t fucking highway robbery!”

“The air is top quality. And we charge for labour,” the man sneered. Frankie rolled his eyes.

“Fillin’ someones tyres isn’t worth a hundred bucks you stupid fuck,” he snapped. “Now I’m gonna tell you what’s happening here. I’m gonna give you a hundred bucks, you’re gonna give me the keys to the car, and we’re gonna leave.”

The man raised an eyebrow. “Or what?”

“Or I’m gonna jump the counter.”

You reeled back, watching the encounter unfold.

“Or, maybe I’ll give Johnny MacPhearson a call and get him down here. I’m sure he’d love to hear about the reputation he and his legacy is gaining around town under the supervision of his dumbass sons.”

Frankie slammed a crisp hundred down on the counter and held out his hand. “I’m only gonna ask once more. Give me the keys.”

Reluctantly, the man behind the desk pulled your keys out from his pocket and placed them in Frankie’s hand.

“Let’s go,” he turned towards the door, handing you the keys as he passed. You followed quickly, not wanting to spend another second in the tiny room. The smell of oil was starting to give you a headache anyway.

Once outside, Frankie turned to you with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry for making you come down here,” you said.

“You didn’t make me do anything,” he said, “I came because I wanted to.”

“I know but like, you were at work, right? I’ve probably put you behind for the whole day.”

“That’s what I have employees for. Listen, I gotta get back but I’ll text you my shop address. I want you to come over tonight. I don’t trust these guys to have not fucked something up and I’ll sleep better once I’ve given your car a look over.”

“Okay but let me pay you back first,” you reached into your bag for your purse, but he was already halfway to his truck.

“We’ll talk about it tonight!”

You sighed and got into your own car, groaning at the way the seat had been pushed all the way back so your feet couldn’t reach the pedals. After several minutes fucking around with adjustments, you were finally on your way home, mind buzzing with the idea of being alone with Frankie again.

You arrived just after six, your dinky little car out of place amongst the trucks that were scattered around the shop. Frankie wiped his greasy hands on a rag and stood to greet you. You pulled up next to him and pointed to a box of pizza in your passenger seat.

“Consider it part of my payment?” you asked, handing him the box.

“You’re not paying me for this,” he said, slightly annoyed that you would even assume that he would charge you.

“Yes I am,” you said simply.

“No,” he countered. For the second time, he held your keys in his hand, raising a brow at the small keychain figurine. “What the fuck is this?”

“It’s Mr Baldwin! I made him in a whittling class. And yes I am paying you do not make me cage match you over this I am scrappy and I will win.”

Frankie set the pizza down next to his toolbox and gestured for you to take a seat in the only rolling chair that still had all its wheels. He thought for a moment, not at all interested in the idea of taking money from you.

“How about we compromise?” he ran his thumb over the top of the smooth wooden shell, something he realised you must have done hundreds of times yourself. “Your cousin's wedding is next week, and you said you’ve already got a hotel?”

“Yeah but the hotel is cheap as shit,” you said through a mouthful of pizza.

“And after the friends discount and the pizza, this is cheap as shit too,” he popped the hood and turned his cap around. “You’re going to Benny’s tomorrow?”

“I was thinking about it, Olivia is peer pressuring me into it.”

“Buy me a six pack and we’ll call it square.”

He couldn’t see you while his head was bent over your engine, but he could imagine the frown that appeared whenever you were considering something that you weren’t liking.

You were stubborn, but he could be even more so.

“Fine,” you finally said as he checked the oil. At least those fuckers at MacPhersons had actually changed it. He grinned at you and you smiled almost shyly back.

Soon the only sound was of the scratchy radio that was permanently tuned to the oldies station and of his tools as he replaced your wiper fluid, spark plugs and fan belt. Normally, the shop was filled with the sounds of his employees yelling at each other, loud tools and car engines turning over. He always liked working late, into the quiet of the night, when he could really focus on the task at hand.

You made good company, occasionally handing him tools and asking him about what he was doing with your car. He was more than happy to provide answers, pointing to small things that he would be happy to give you a proper demonstration on later.

More and more Frankie realised he enjoyed having you around, that your presence was a comfort. He had first had the thought when he had stayed the night at your house, after he had opened up about his aversion to rain. The way you had sat quietly and just listened, not pressuring for more details, not judging him for something that for so long had felt like a weakness, a fault in his genetic makeup.

Now, here in his shop, you were relaxed, feeding him bites of pizza so he wouldn’t have to use his dirty hands, and taking the occasional photo on your phone.

“Do you mind if I put some of these on Insta?” you asked, showing him the photos, which were mainly selfies with him with your car in the background. “I think it would be a nice way to remember the first time I ripped you off.”

“At least don’t upload ones where I look like I’m in the middle of sneezing,” he said. “And you’re not ripping me off.”

“Okay, come here for a second, we’ll take a nice one.”

Reluctantly, he shuffled over and avoided looking at his own face on the screen. He instead chose to focus on you, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a smile. You snapped a few like that, both smiling at the screen. Then, without warning, you turned your head and kissed him on the cheek. Lips soft against his scruff, he felt a flush warm his neck.

“Perfect,” you said, scrolling through the photos, showing him as you did. Frankie had to admit, they turned out pretty nicely. He usually hated taking photos, always more comfortable behind the lense rather than in front. But yet again, you had put him at ease.

You sat back down on the chair, rolling yourself in place as you typed away on your phone for a while.

Frankie finished as it was closing on nine, going over all the changes he had made and silently cursing the idiots over at MacPhersons. He’d be calling up Johnny in the morning to let the old man know what an abysmal job his kids had done.

You hugged Frankie tightly as he gave you your keys back, thanking him and telling him the rest of the pizza was his.

He made his way home slowly, stopping off at the 24/7 grocery store to stock up on essentials. His phone buzzed in his back pocket as he browsed through the selection of candy.

Jo: You up?

It was their way of asking the other to come over for a couple of hours. It didn’t matter what time of day or night. It was always you up?

Busy for a while.

He sent back, deciding on a dark chocolate.

At home, while he lay in bed, his phone buzzed again. This time it was from Benny, a screenshot of your post on instagram. He squinted at it in the dark, realising that you used the photo of you kissing his cheek.

A smooch and some pizza seems like fair repayment for working on my car, right? <3

A message accompanied the screenshot.

Benny: u look happy here, fish. consider that.

Consider what? Frankie rolled onto his back, confused. You were his friend, of course he was happy to hang out with you. He would ask Benny to be a bit less cryptic tomorrow at his party, if he remembered.

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acciotherapists · 2 years ago

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Far From Home (Chapter 23: Pissed Off)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

“Unauthorized departure from Bay 6!” a voice called over the intercom. Fury smiled as he watched the quinjet leave the helicarrier before turning to Agent Hill.

“Get our communications back up, whatever you have to do. I want eyes on everything.” Fury began walking away before adding one final thing. “They’re going after Agent Y/l/n… seems they finally agreed on something.”

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“Isn’t it beautiful?” Loki murmured in my ear as we stood on top of the tower, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

Dr. Selvig moved around frantically, ensuring the device was ready. Stubble had sprouted along his chin and dark circles had formed under his now light-blue eyes.

“Loki, this is insane,” I replied, though he didn’t seem to catch my meaning.

“I know, darling. It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”

“No! It’s insane!” I shouted, pulling away from him. “You’re hurting people! Killing people! How on Earth or any realm could you possibly think I’d be okay with this?!”

“Now, darling, listen. I-.”

“No, Loki! I’m done with your excuses and your lies!” I yelled before running toward the machine. I didn’t know what my plan was, only that I had to do something. I refused to be a prisoner while Loki tried to conquer Earth. Several cords lay around the machine, connected to a computer nearby. I ran toward them, planning to rip them from the machine.

“Darling, no!” Loki shouted before a blast of energy sent me flying backward. The pace of his footsteps quickly increased and he was by my side in an instant, his hand gently lifting my head.

“You sweet, foolish girl,” he murmured, lifting my body toward him as a burning sensation filled the back of my head before the pain disappeared entirely. He took the horns off and buried his face in the crook of my neck, my body relaxing into his.

“I’m sorry, sweet girl… I’m so sorry.” He slowly lifted me off the ground and carried me back into the tower, placing my body on a soft couch, covering my body with a blanket. All I could do was stare up at him, the change in his behavior confusing me as he sat down beside me.

“Why, darling? Why try to destroy everything I’ve built for us… the world I’ve created for us?”

“Because it’s wrong, Loki! I don’t want this!”

“Then what do you want?”

“You, dammit!” I yelled, tears beginning to slip down my cheeks.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for what he did next. His hands grabbed my face, leaning closer to me, before pressing his lips against mine. His hand moved from the side of my face to my hair, tangling itself there as he continued kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, the urge to feel him closer beginning to overwhelm me. A moan slipped past my lips as his tongue began exploring my mouth. I wanted this feeling to last but it ended all too quickly when he pulled away suddenly, looking out the window.

“Stay here, darling,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead before heading outside, leaving me breathless and extremely confused, both about why he left so suddenly and why I didn’t push him away sooner.

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I got off the couch quickly and began to follow him, amazed at how easily he had healed me with no residual effects.I looked out the window, seeing him staring up at the sky before his gaze moved downward. I followed his gaze, seeing Tony landing on the tower as his suit began coming off. What was he doing? My heart began to race as he walked toward the tower, completely unprotected as his suit had been removed. Loki was smirking as he turned away from Tony, heading toward another entrance of the tower.

“Why are you up, darling?” Loki asked as he entered the glass doors. “You should be resting.”

“I’m fine, Loki. I can handle myself,” I answered as Tony entered the tower.

“Please tell me you’re going to appeal to my humanity,” Loki sneered, slowly moving toward Tony.

“Uh… actually I’m planning to threaten you,” Tony answered.

“You should’ve left your armor on for that,” Loki hissed.

“Yeah, it’s seen a bit of mileage and you’ve got the glow stick of destiny.”

A small smile spread across my face at his taunts though I tried to keep my expression neutral. Tony noticed this change and he smirked at me before nodding his head in my direction, turning back to Loki

“Is this what all the women wear on Asgard?”

Loki’s jaw clenched and he turned to me, gesturing me toward him. I knew better than to argue and I hesitantly moved closer. His arm wrapped around my waist as he turned to Tony once again. “This is what a queen wears, mortal.”

“Hm,” Tony answered as he moved toward the bar. “Would you like a drink?”

“Stalling me won’t change anything,” Loki answered, that playful smile returning to his face once again.

“No, no. Threatening,” Tony clarified. “No drink? You sure? I’m having one. Y/n, what about you?”

“She’s fine where she is,” Loki spat, holding me closer to him.

“I was asking her,” Tony retorted.

“It’s fine, Tony… I'm fine.”

“You sure, kid?”

I chuckled at his use of ‘kid,’ knowing I was over a thousand years older than him, but the term filled me with a familiar warmth, reminding me of when Odin was a decent parent to me, before I’d grown closer to Loki. I nodded as Loki began to speak.

“The Chitauri are coming. Nothing will change that. What have I to fear?”

“The Avengers,” Tony answered as he poured himself a glass of scotch. Loki seemed confused and Tony continued.

“That’s what we call ourselves. We’re sort of like a team. ‘Earth’s mightiest heroes’ type thing.”

“Yes, I’ve met them,” Loki said, chuckling at the notion of these so-called heroes.

Tony chuckled, giving his usual smart-ass smile, as he continued. “Yeah. It takes us a while to get any traction; I’ll give you that one… but let’s do a head count here. Your brother, the demigod…” Loki turned away from Tony, his arm slipping from my waist as he paced toward the window. Tony reached for something below the counter and snapped it on his wrist, winking at me as he did. Cheeky bastard has a plan. “A super soldier… a living legend who kinda lives up to the legend… a man with breathtaking anger management issues… your ex or whatever she is to you who, according to Fury, has some serious untapped power… a couple of master assassins… and you, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them.”

“That was the plan,” he answered, once again flashing his signature smile.

“Not a great plan,” Tony answered. “When they come… and they will… they’ll come for you.”

“I have an army.”

“We have a Hulk.”

I chuckled as Loki turned to glare at me and I returned his cold gaze. I rolled my eyes and walked toward Tony but Loki grabbed my arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he hissed.

“You’re welcome to put aside this nonsense or tell me why the hell you’ve taken things this far but until then I’m leaving,” I spat, pulling my arm away from his.

“Darling, wait!” he called, grabbing my arm once again and spinning me around as I collided with his chest. “You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything just moments ago,” he murmured softly as his lips brushed against my ear. “You didn’t push me away… you wanted me to kiss you… to touch you… if only we weren’t interrupted.”

“Loki, please…”

“Please, what, sweet girl? You must tell me what you need… what you crave.”

“I need you to put an end to this,” I replied, using whatever willpower I had left to push him away from me. His face fell as I turned away from him, knowing how easy it would be to run back to him as his somber expression made me want to hold him and never let go, but I couldn’t do that, not anymore.

“Are you sure this is the decision you want to make, darling?” Loki called to me as I moved next to Tony.

“You’ve left me no choice, Loki,” I answered, finally turning to him once again. His eyes had once again returned their cold stare, calculating my every move.

“There’s no throne here, reindeer games. There’s no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us but it’s all on you… because if we can’t protect the earth you can be damn well sure we’ll avenge it,” Tony hissed.

Loki slowly began moving closer and Tony pushed me behind him as Loki approached.

“How will your friends have time for me when they’re so busy fighting you?” He lifted the scepter up, quickly tapping his heart. My eyes widened as everything happened so quickly but Loki seemed confused as a metal clinking sound filled our ears. The man has a metal heart. I chuckled to myself, breathing a sigh of relief as Loki tried again but nothing happened.

“This usually works.”

“Well, performance issues… it’s not uncommon. One out of five-.”

Loki interrupted Tony’s joke by wrapping a hand around his neck, throwing him across the room. He landed near the window and muttered something I couldn’t quite make out from the distance I was. As he stood up Loki reached for him again, a large hand wrapping around his throat and lifting him in the air. I tried to run toward them but Tony stopped me.

“Look at me, kid. Whatever happens next, get downstairs. Cap and Romanoff are on their way. Fury’s working on getting our comms up and running. They’ll do a test every few minutes until they find you. Get out of here! Find them!”

“What about you?!”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve got this, kid! Get out of here!”

“Tony-.”

“Go!”

I hesitated and the elevator door opened slowly as Loki’s back was turned. A flash of red caught my attention before Loki threw Tony, sending him smashing through the window, hurtling toward the street below.

I screamed, though I wasn’t sure any sound escaped my lips as I ran toward the window. The room felt like it was spinning as Tony grew closer and closer to the ground. Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from the window’s edge as a red object flew by. We tumbled to the ground and I quickly pulled away from him, moving back toward the window where Tony’s suit began forming around his body. I breathed a sigh of relief at his apparent safety, though I couldn’t ignore the rage surging through me. In all my years of life, in the time I’d spent on Asgard with a barbarian for a father figure, and even in the time I was tortured I had never felt such an intense rage bubbling beneath my skin. I turned to Loki who regarded me cautiously. Dr. Slevig was being held hostage, the rest of our team was preparing to fight a war the man I love had brought upon us; Tony Stark had just been thrown out of a window and I found myself worried for his well being, a concern I never thought I’d have, and the eyes of the man I loved no longer brought me the comfort they once did. The green irises I’d once found solace in were now cold and calculating, menacing in their own strange way. The color itself was beautiful but there was something behind them I couldn’t identify, something I’d never seen in all the years I’d known him, not since before he got that damn scepter. My skin felt warm as he slowly tried to approach me.

“Darling, you need to breathe,” he soothed, but the sound of his voice only seemed to make me angrier.

“Stay away from me,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face as the feeling grew more intense. My skin felt as if it was on fire and I screamed from the pain, each nerve ending being reawakened from its long, repressed state.

“Y/n?” Tony’s voice called as he approached the window.

“Stay away from her, Stark. You’ll make it worse!” Loki ordered.

“I don’t take orders from you! Seems you’ve pissed her off too, along with an entire army."

"You don't know anything about her," he spat. "Or me."

"And there’s one other person you pissed off,” Tony spat. “He can’t be here right now... You made sure of that. His name was Phil.”

At the mention of Coulson the pain and rage intensified, his face flashing in my mind as I screamed. A large shattering sound filled my ears and glass littered the floor, small pieces landing in my hair and bouncing off my skin, though none of them slicing me. I don’t know what happened next exactly but I saw Loki reaching for my hand and I quickly backed away before he was sent flying backward.

“Kid, are you okay?” Tony asked, cautiously approaching me.

I nodded slowly, though I wasn’t entirely sure. My magic had never felt that intense and I’d always been in control of it but this was entirely different. I’d always been able to reign in my magic with a happy thought or memory, usually involving Loki or my family. It wasn’t until this rage filled my body that I realized why I couldn’t use my abilities anymore. I’d been repressing them along with a deep-seeded rage being harbored for 60 years. A rage of not being able to tell Loki how I felt, knowing he had to live alone for all that time, knowing I could never return home, and knowing we would never be the same again. I didn’t need love or joy to fuel the magic in my veins. I needed the rage I’d been hiding for so long and I finally let it out, leaving a path of destruction in its wake. The only problem now was whether or not I could reign it in.

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silversatoru · 4 years ago

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hey shawty could you do number 15 with dabi? ANGST please <33 with a female reader

thank you i love you

silvers 1.2k event info

(1.5k? i’m doing these way too slow :’) but there’s more spots open if you still wanna join!!)

touya + “it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?”

dabi/todoroki touya x f!reader

synopsis: touya loves to take advantage of your soft spot for him

t/w: nsfw 18+, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamic, degradation, mild humiliation, spit, creampie, mention of alcohol consumption

a/n: hello my fav shawty bae, my one and only, my soulmate, hope u like this <3 it got a little more self-indulgent than i would like to admit

a soft intermittent buzzing sounded from under your pillow, your body jerking awake and rolling over to grab your phone. the screen shined bright against your tired eyes, a string of unknown numbers glaring across the screen. you weren’t sure why an unknown number was calling in the middle of the night, but ready to give the asshole telemarketer a piece of your mind you slammed your finger on the green answer button.

“hello?” your words roped venom through the phone, still angry about your disturbed sleep.

“hey sweetheart~ i need a favor”.

you felt your heart practically leap into your throat, your mouth going dry and your stomach twisting into vicious knots. the voice was very distinctly touya’s, and an incredibly drunk touya at that. the same touya that used you like a disposal product more times than you could count — the touya that continued to endlessly shatter your heart.

“touya? are you drunk?” your voice had become several octaves softer, an all too eager pitch ringing in your words.

“whaaat? no,” he played the lie off terribly, audibly stumbling over his own legs and cursing almost immediately afterword, “okay, maybe”.

he was definitely drunk, you were 100% certain of it — the ocean-eyed scumbag wouldn’t have even thought about you unless he was absolutely plastered.

“it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?” you made feeble attempts to sound angry, but your voice was laced with more concern than you cared to admit.

“uhh... fuck, hold on,” a series of thumps and crackles sounded after that, and you could hear touya’s slurred speech as he asked someone where he was.

“second street,” he repeated the information he’d been given, “you know, the one with all the frats”.

“sounds like your standards are lower than ever,” you let the insult side between your lips, and it felt good to put him down for once.

“they were never very high to begin with,” he let an unamused chuckle fall with his words, “it’s not that far from campus, can you come? pretty please?”

you wanted to tell him no more than anything in the world — to spit in his face and give him a taste of his own medicine, just to see how he liked it, but you couldn’t. why you continued to care for such a damaged, garbage man was beyond your knowledge, but you were helpless against the ache in your chest.

“yeah i’ll be there in fifteen minutes, and go inside, it’s cold out,” the words spilled from your mouth before you could even question your own horrible judgement.

“that’s my girl,” touya’s cocky, slurred tone rolled the words out so perfectly, your heart catching in your chest at the endearing way he referred to you.

dial tone rung out through your ears after that, and you drug yourself out of bed to throw on a jacket and shoes. with extreme disappointment in yourself you grabbed an extra coat from the closet — just incase touya was cold.

and he definitely was, because for some reason he was sitting outside in the frigid air when you finally pulled up next to the decaying frat house. you exited your car with the spare jacket in your hand and concern painted on your face — coming to his rescue just like he knew you would.

“touya! it’s freezing and that’s what you’re wearing!?” you shoved the jacket into his arms, a dumb smile sliding across his face as you scolded him like some kind of mother — it really was pitiful how much you still cared.

“must have misplaced my sweatshirt,” he chuckled, nonchalantly throwing his arms through the holes of the coat.

you rolled your eyes at his irresponsibility, slipping one arm underneath both of his and helping his wobbly form stand from the bench he’d been slumped on. the two of you hobbled to the car in silence, helping him into the passengers seat and then walking yourself back around to the drivers. you turned on the car and switched on your seat warmers, not wanting him to get any colder than he already was.

“so what shitty apartments are you crashing in now?” you let your words carry more edge than they usually did, but you were actually curious where he was living now — he always seemed to hop from one shit hole to another.

“they’re kinda far from here, and i can’t remember how to get there right now,” he shook his head, and you were almost certain he was lying right through his teeth, “can’t i just come back to yours?”

you fought with yourself for a few seconds, but ultimately gave in to him with way too much ease. maybe this time he’ll stay, maybe this time he actually wanted to spend some time with you, maybe just this once he’s not using you.

“okay, but you’re sleeping on the couch,” you shot him a firm glance, attempting to set some boundaries to protect your delicate heart.

sleeping on the couch my ass — your body was pinned beneath his the second you two walked through the door.

alcohol-stained lips worked roughly against yours, and you were helpless to push him away. as much as you hated him, you would settle for any crumb of affection that he was willing to give you.

“god, you’re so easy,” he hummed into your ear as he nibbled on your neck, undoubtedly leaving you with dark markings down the soft skin, “so stern about me sleeping on the couch, and now you’re practically melting. what happened?”

you didn’t even bother to indulge him with a reply, your stomach already boiling with shame and regret as you weaved your fingers into his dark hair. but it’s not like he expected an answer from you either, this is how things always played out between the two of you. you’d try to be stern, hold your ground, grasp onto a shred of self-respect; but the second he laid a finger on you you turned to putty.

“that’s what i thought,” he chuckled to himself, pulling his nose out of the crook of your neck and tugging on the waistband of your pajama shorts, “take these off, sweetheart. be good like you always are”.

it was mortifying how quickly you scrambled to get undressed for him, so shamefully desperate for any attention he was willing to give. and you peeling off your clothing was all the consent touya needed to get to work. he may be an asshole, a complete scumbag, a toxic, manipulative piece of shit, but he was not a rapist — he does have some morals, although barely.

he shoved his fingers down into the folds of your cunt, eyes glistening at the slick that immediately soaked his fingertips, “such a good girl for me”.

you squirmed at his harsh movements, and the praise brainwashed you further than you already were — intoxicating your heart and convincing you that you were more than just his sorry little fuck hole.

touya wasn’t much for foreplay, after all this was about him, not you. he dropped his dirty sweats to the floor, freeing his long, curved cock and wincing as it shot up towards his abdomen.

he never makes any effort to ensure your comfort, thinking about his pleasure and satisfaction only — forcing open your legs and sheathing himself inside your pussy before you could comprehend that it was happening. strangled gasps and yelps of pain flew from your lips, your legs wrapping around him.

“you need to have some more respect for yourself, princess,” he grunted as he mercilessly fucked himself into you right from the start, “i’m starting think you like being my irrelevant little fucktoy”.

you let out a few pitiful whimpers, eyes watering from the burning pain that ripped through you as you stretched and adjusted to his size. it wasn’t that you liked being used like this, it was that you were all too hopeful that he’d eventually love you the way you love him. embarrassing.

“you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?” he stared down at you, eyes hazy as he slowed down and leaned over you, spitting into your gaping mouth, “swallow it”.

he was trying to prove a point, and your soft lips clamping shut as you swallowed down his wad of saliva proved it perfectly — you would do anything for him.

“you love coming to my rescue, love feeling like you matter to me, love being a hole that i fuck,” he wrapped his fingers around the sides of your neck, squeezing tightly as he kept up his ruthless pace, “i wanna hear you say it, tell me you love me”.

a garbled i love you flew from your lips, followed by a plethora of pleas and begs that only made you look even more pitiful. just want you to stay with me, touya! want you to be safe! wanna help you feel good!

your confession and collection of pleas only fed his god complex — you were so obedient, so easy to break through with little to no effort. and it was sad, so sad that dabi almost pitied you.

he fucked you hard until you couldn’t even think straight, eyes rolling back into your fucked-out face as he pumped you full of cum and and his groans filled the room. then he walked into the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving your messy, abused cunt to leak his fluids all over your bed.

once he finally came back out he tossed you a damp towel, which you lazily used to clean yourself up. he grabbed his pants off the floor and began to get dressed as you stared at him with big eyes, eyes that begged if he was going to stay with you tonight.

and he decided that fine, he’d indulge you just this once, just to keep you complaint. he climbed under your sheets and let you curl up against his chest — so pathetic. he’d let you fall asleep like that, but the second your breaths slowed and small snores escaped your mouth, he slipped out from the blankets and took his leave.

oh how heartbroken you’d be when you woke up without him tomorrow morning, tears staining your gullible cheeks and hiccups racking through your throat. he could practically picture the pitiful scene. you’d sulk around for a couple weeks, chest aching that you weren’t good enough, and then as soon as you’d start to get over him he’d call you again.

undoubtedly, you’d come to his rescue and he’d fuck you senseless all over again. it was a vicious cycle, and he planned on playing this game for as long as you were dumb enough to believe you mattered to him.

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spxllcxstxr · 4 years ago

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Always With Me • R.L

Summary: “Please don’t go.” (Bolded)

Warnings: Mentions of food/eating/not being able to eat, brief mention of vomit, Remus is very close to the full moon so he’s snippy, underage smoking, yelling, Remus is insecure and hard on himself, depressing thoughts

Word Count: ~1k

A.N: I actually wrote this like a year ago, but I’ve recently tweaked it and all that. Listened to Tiny Dancer by Elton John while thinking up the title. I guess this is my first angst post too, so I hope it’s angsty enough! Some characters may be a bit ooc though

Title: Elton John - Tiny Dancer

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The week of the full moon takes a lot out of Remus, especially when added to the increasing amount of assignments the professors start handing out. The stress practically kills him.

He’s stuck in bed three days before the full moon, and will likely stay there until after the transformation.

Remus looks sickly, laying in his bed. His skin is pale and dotted with sweat like he’s got a fever. The numerous scars that litter his body look rougher and inflamed. His hair looks like it’s thinned overnight, and you can see strands scattered over his pillow. It’s wirey and delicate to the touch when you run your fingers through it.

“You need to eat, darling.” You mutter, trying to convince him.

The plate of plain toast and orange slices you brought up from the Kitchens sits untouched on his nightstand.

“Love, I won’t be able to hold it down.” He croaks, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands.

“Well you can’t just starve yourself for three more days, Rem.” You lecture, watching him puff out rings of smoke.

“You think I don’t fucking know that? I just don’t feel like vomiting it all up!” Remus snaps, ripping his gaze from you, deciding to focus on the ceiling instead.

The bags underneath his eyes are heavier and darker than usual.

You sigh and lay down next to him, resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry, Rem. You know I just worry.”

The thumping of his heart is dull and every breath comes out in a labored wheeze.

“I’ll try to eat later, ok?” He murmurs eventually, still focusing on the thin wisps of smoke.

You hum in response and rub your thumb across his chest, partially trying to ease his anxiety and partially to ease yours.

“Don’t you have class?” Remus questions.

“Don’t you?” You counter.

He huffs out a faint laugh. “Don’t get smart with me, love.”

You bury your cheek deeper into his shirt.

“I’m fine missing one Arithmancy class, darling. Especially for you.” You shrug.

Remus grunts in response, snubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him. The movement has his bones creaking, and his teeth grinding together in pain.

You kiss his cheek. “Try to get some sleep, alright?”

He nods, his eyes already closing due to pure exhaustion.

You stay with him until the end of the period, but you do have to go to class eventually. You write him a note and make your way to Potions.

Lily catches up to you on your way to the dungeons.

“(Y/n)!” She calls, her fiery braid flowing behind her.

You slow to a stop and let her catch up to you.

“How was Arithmancy?” You ask.

“Just some more number charts. I’ll lend you my notes.” She shrugs.

“Thank Merlin for you, Lils. You’re a life saver.”

Lily finally grabs your arm and drags you into an empty classroom. She closes the door behind you.

“Lily, what’s up—?”

“What’s up with Remus?” She cuts you off. Her green eyes search your eyes for answers.

“What‘re you talking about?” You scoff, nervously. Your fingers twitch out of habit.

“Cut the shit, (Y/n). I’ve noticed it for years now.” Lily crosses her arms in annoyance. “He’s my friend too. You think I haven’t noticed how sick he gets, especially during the full moon? And how all of you disappear in the middle of the night?”

“Lily—“

“How stupid do you think I am?”

“You’re not stupid—“

“Is he a werewolf?” She whispers harshly.

You pause and bite your lip. You could just deny it, but she’s already completely figured it out. You start wringing your hands, wishing you could take out a cigarette right there in the middle of the castle.

“It isn’t my place to say.” You finally sigh, dodging the question.

“It’s a yes or no question.” She argues.

“It’s not!” You exclaim. You then get close enough to whisper in her ear. “Ask him about it next week, yeah?”

Her green eyes are wide and staring at you when you finally pull back.

You swallow harshly, guilt pooling at the bottom of your stomach.

“Let’s drop it and get to Sluggy’s class.” You walk out of the empty classroom, and walk briskly to the potions room.

You stomp up to the boys dorm after Ancient Runes, your last class of the day. The rest of them are already in their room, James, Sirius, and Peter already back from Divination, and Remus not moving from the morning. At least the orange slices are gone. However, that doesn’t mean he kept them down.

“Lily knows.” You announce, dropping your bag at the end of Remus’ bed and taking out a cigarette.

Sirius, who already has one lit, snaps his head towards you. “Lily knows a lot of things, so you gotta be a little more specific.”

“She knows about Moony’s furry little problem.” You clarify, biting your lip.

“She what?!” Remus cries, finally sitting up against the headboard.

“I didn’t tell her, Remus. She figured it out herself and asked me about it!” You hold your hands up in surrender.

“Well shit, (Y/n). What’d you say?” Peter asks, picking at his blanket.

“I just told her to ask him about it next week.” You mutter, anxiously awaiting Remus to explode out of anger.

“Oh that’s just bloody brilliant, innit?” Your boyfriend spats at you, teeth clenched.

“Hey! Don’t yell at her, it’s not her fault!” James shouts, coming to your defense.

“Moony, she was bound to find out eventually, don’t get your knickers in a twist.” Sirius comments, picking at his black nail polish, successfully chipping the paint.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“No.” You reply, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Yes.” Sirius says at the same time, effectively provoking it.

“Lily can report me and spread this, don’t you understand?” Remus rages, the tips of his ears red.

“Lily wouldn’t do that, you know this Remus.” James tries to reason.

“I think you’re a little biased, Prongs. She was bloody friends with Snivellus! Anything could happen!”

“Well she isn’t friends with him anymore, Moons. Lily is trustworthy and a good friend. She wouldn’t tell a soul.” James argues.

Remus growls and forcefully closes the curtains around his bed, shutting you all out.

You shift awkwardly on the balls of your feet, the four of you watching the scarlet curtains sway. Remus is silent behind them.

The guilt has your stomach in knots. You can’t help but feel responsible.

“C’mon, (Y/n), it’s time for dinner and obviously Moony wants to be left alone.” James anxiously runs a hand through his already chaotic hair, slightly tugging at the dark curls.

You wordlessly nod your head and start to follow them out the door.

“W-we’ll bring something up from the Kitchens, Remus.” Peter stutters in front of you.

However, you hesitate at the threshold, reluctant to just up and leave your boyfriend in such a vulnerable state.

“Please don’t go.”

The broken words are almost too faint to actually hear.

You creep your way back to his bed, carefully pulling back the curtains revealing your boyfriend’s head buried in his hands. You notice the pronounced tremors taking over his hands.

“Hey...hey Rem, it’s all alright.” You murmur, lightly dragging a hand through his rough hair.

Dropping your head down to his, you press your foreheads together, whispering reassurances and declarations of love into his ear.

#Remus Lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #the marauders x reader #the marauders

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sailorhyunjinz · 4 years ago

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What do you think first kiss with skz be like?

aAWH SOME FLUFF T-T OK BUT KEEP IN MIND- fluff is not my strongest pursuit hence why im not a fluff writer hahsah but HEY ITS CUTE!! and anon,,, im so sorry this took such time IM SO SO SORRY AAAAAAAAH-

also this makes me wanna know my anons first kiss story, AAAH SPILL THEM

warnings; none?? fluff,,, wow,, rare to say that LMAO- also gn!reader and also suggestiveee??

Bangchan

~gentleman~

will only kiss you if you are REALLY ready for it and if the two of you are dating

doesnt want to rush you into things (even if its just a kiss) because he doesnt know how comfortable you are and such

basically a sweetheart

i imagine its like a cute little date

night where you guys are stargazing, lying on a blanket on a grassy hill with his arm as a pillow for your head

“chan, look! its a shooting star! make a wish” you giggle to which he smiles, looking at your pretty features that are lit up by the moonlight

“hmm,,, dear star, i wish that y/n would kiss me” he says, laughing directly after but soon being interupted as you attach your plushy lips against his

its probably the most romantic event in your life

him smiling into the kiss as your tongues danced around softly

when you pulled away you laughed, saying; “wishes do really come true, huh?”

poor baby is blushing, his ears red but thankfully for him its too dark for you to see

Minho

the “evil roommate that secretly has feelings for you”

“lee minho i swear im gonna rip your hair off if you touch my plants again”

minho got out of his room, looking at you standing in the living room and rearranging the plants on the windowsill

“they are all scattered, it’s ugly” he says rudely

“dont call my children ugly” you spit back at him

there was always a weird tension between you and minho. you were glad to have found a roommate that made a good friend eventhough he was a pain in the ass sometimes

minho liked you,,, and therefore he did everything the opposite of what he felt. if he wanted to compliment you on your outfit he would instead say that you looked “overdressed” or “too much” but you always rolled your eyes towards his snarky comments

you pecked your plants, giving them the love they needed and minho just stood frozen in the doorway, without thinking he spoke

“how come you never do that to me?”

silence

you sneered, placing down the plant you held and streched out your arms

“c’mere if you dare” you said jokingly, not expecting the boy you always thought was so devilish to run into your arms, lips touching and your eyes widening at the unexpected action

the two of you held each other, breathing shaky as wet tongues collided, the sun beaming upon your figures

“m-minho,,, it was a joke!” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully as you pulled away

“but to me it wasn’t” he remarked cockily, licking the inside of his cheek

Changbin

very much giving me like “we dont like each other but we have to work with each other”

like you two are co-workers, working in a boring office and you were assigned to put together this one report and,,, lets say Changbin wasnt your favorite in the office

there was nothing wrong with him,,, its just his vibe that was off putting but sigh,,, work is work

you started compiling information, sitting in a seperate room and drawing graphs on the whiteboard, projecting some other type of research onto the board

“do you think we will need to stay late?” he asks, ruffling his hair in frustration

you sigh and nod, this wasnt going to get done anytime soon.

dawn set on horizon and the others workers packed up their belonging one by one and left until there was only you and changbin left in the now quiet office

you sat next to him, yawning as you typed something as you felt him looking at you

you looked back with a questionable expression, confused when he uttered his words

“do you hate me, y/n?”

“i mean,,, you are a dick sometimes but i dont hate you, at least you do your work”

he shrugged his shoulders, loosening his necktie as he leaned back into the office chair

“a dick, huh? maybe i try to push you away so you wont catch the same feelings i have for you”

you snapped your head towards him. you couldnt lie, he was attractive and at this point you were desperate

“kiss me then” you said simply causing the boy to immediately cup your cheeks, latching onto your lips as if he’d waited for this moment for forever

more tongue, wants you to feel him ;))

lets just say,,, he made it up to you

Hyunjin

i get this like,,, youthful vibe,,, like the two of you were childhood friends

and,,, eventually you catch feelings for him which you hate because,,, you dont want to ruin this friendship

every time somebody mistook you for a couple the both of you would make retching noises, mocking each other

“you think my standards are that low?” hyunjin says pointing at you to which you raise your fist

“hwang hyunjin, you’re dead meat”

but,,, he was only in denial, it was his childhood friend afterall

probably happened at one of those night where your mom was working late and you invited hyunjin to keep you company, him bringing kkami as well.

“dont fucking burn the pizza, hyunjin” you say, petting kkami until the little rascal ran away from your lap

“if you helped it wouldnt be burned” he replies as he comes out with two plates with the pizza burned on the edges

“but if they taste bad you can always taste my lips” he jokes and you look at him with a disgusted facial expression before laughing

“i bet they taste even worse then your mess of a pizza, i would like to see you try to even get me to peck you” you scoff and hyunjin rolls his eyes, sitting next to you on the sofa

“try it then” he taunts but is taken aback when you actually kiss him, your nose accidentally brushing against his as you purse your lips, hyunjin timidly using his tongue to test the waters

he wanted it so bad and he finally got it >:(( he could swear that he heard fireworks going off in his brain

a moment of silence appeared until hyunjin cockily uttered:

“so,,, did they taste better?”

Jisung

the “i met you at a party and made out with you drunk”

he stared at you the entire night, catching glances while you looked away and the music blared in the nightclub that was packed with people.

you ordered a drink at the bar, tapping your fingers on the oak surface where you rested your arms, suddenly somebody bumped into you

turning around you saw jisung and you sighed, thinking his behaviour was starting to get annoying

“oh its you again” you said loud for him to hear as he sat down next to you, having a annoying smirk plastered on his lips

“looks like you are having fun, let me guess,,, you’re trying to get over your ex” jisung says, leaning his elbow against the bar and you glared at him because it was true

you scoffed, avoiding his question and instead sipping on the sour drink you had in your hands, trying to forget everything

he was attractive which only pissed you off even more, as if you hadnt had enough pretentious assholes in your life

the glass slammed against the table as you put it down harshly, gazing into the boys dark brown eyes

“alright, deal. make me forget then since you think you know everything about me” you stated to which jisung raised his eyebrow

the palm of his hand was firmly placed on the bar as he leaned in to kiss you, feeling the bitter liquour hitting his tastebuds as your tongues crashed against each other

it felt,,, freeing. you swung your arms around his neck, wanting him closer to your body

by the way he was kissing you, you could tell that he was there for the same reason as you. a sloppy and heated kiss to fill your thoughts with something other than your ex

safe to say that the kiss progressed ;))))

Felix

aaah cutie boyfriend that is just too shy to even give you a kiss like 3 months into the relationship (OK DONT ATTACK ME NOW, TAKE YOUR TIME, NO RUSH YOU GUYS)

he is shy with pretty much everything, it was only recently he could hold your hand without his heart jumping out of his chest.

it was a simple date night! takeout and games at his place

you layed your head in his lap as you watched him finish up the game that you had given up on a long time ago

he shifted awkwardly in his seat, not used to being so close to such a pretty person before

“ah- fuck! i lost again,,,” he says in defeat, his head rolling backwards before a frustrated sigh escaped his lips

“you did well felix! look how far you got!” you say, pointing towards the score on the screen but not getting his attention.

you sat up, looking at him for a moment as his eyelashes lightly draped over his closed eyes, cheeks speckled with freckles

you couldnt help yourself, he looked so angelic despite being defeated and so you leaned in, lacing your fingers with his and softly placing your lips against his

he opened his eyes in panic before being swallowed by the fluffy feeling of having your lips to himself, he giggled before stroking your cheek as he tilted his head, almost setting a rhythm to the sweet kiss

felix started laughing shyly, cheeks tinged with red as he hid his face with a pillow

“but you won my kiss!” you said through a smile causing felix to blush even more

Seungmin

its like,,, maybe,,, your third or fourth date??

this one is more chill than the previous ones that were at like some fancy restaurang because hello dandy puppy boy wants class

but this one was like a stroll down the night streets and eating ice cream in the middle of the summer

both of you were casually dressed, holding hands as butterflies bubbled in your stomach from the contact

his hand is all warm and it engulfs yours >:(

you look at all the pretty sights of the night, eventually climbing up to some like high point and looking down at all the lights that blinked

after a good 1 1/2 hours of walking your legs were starting to ache and so you both sat down on the swings of a desolate playground, swinging gently with your legs dangling

“i dont understand how you’re able to,,, even be friends with me,,, or whatever we are,,”

seungmin hummed, looking up into the night sky

“i promise y/n, i will be your,,, friend but,,,”

you looked at him as he said “but”, imagining the worst

“i dont wanna be friends, i wanna be more than a friend to you”

his eyes twinkled as he stood up and stood infront of you, grabbing your hand

you slowly looked up at him, his figure standing in the way of the moon as the two of you shared a long gaze, his eyes as sweet as honey, dripping with pure adoration

you pulled him closer by the hand and slowly he inched to your lips, the distance between you minimizing as his face tilted to the right, a delicate and sugary kiss landing on your tastebuds from the ice cream from earlier.

your heart skipped a beat, the slightest sound of lips smacking

“i think i love you y/n” he whispered close to your lips after pulling away.

Jeongin

like,,, uni buddies!

both being med students meant late study night, usually in school

there’s papers and diagrams laid out all over the tables and floors along with a bunch of energy drink cans, some scribbles on the whiteboard

the two of you were friends and met in uni and everyone had always nagged at you for not going after him since he was everything someone ever wanted

you always said that you were friends and that you couldnt imagine being in a relationship with jeongin

but studying with him alone into the deep night felt different, many times you couldnt concentrate when he looked so cute sitting right beside you

being close friends, there was nothing weird about hugging or leaning against each other and so you leaned against his shoulder and yawned as the cozy boy was rewriting some notes.

“one hour left y/n and then- then we can go hoooome!”

you giggled as you looked at him and he diverted his attention from his papers to you, his lips only mere inches from yours

you didnt know what the fuck you were doing and neither did jeongin, it was late and the both of you were tired from studying for finals

and so your lips drew closer until they clashed, feeling a tension that you’ve never felt with him before

he’s definitely a shy,,, kisser?? not too much tongue since he doesnt know how LMAO so its like soft >:((

didnt know what to do when he pulled away, looking around the room or covering his blushing face with his hands but when you hug him he hugs you back

maybe even coming to terms that he does have feeling for you,,, and so do you~

#stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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hi ma’am, it’s the mj wh*re anon! 🥰 i know last time i requested some jealous/overprotective!mj, but what about “flustered mj who only wanted some coffee but the barista is TOO cute and she doesn’t know what talking or coffee is?” 😩

sugar, cuz you’re sweet

w/c: 1.1k

warnings: peter and ned are annoying, cussing

a/n: i love how that’s what we’re calling you 😭 and this is adorable thank you <3

michelle jones is the most honest, real, never afraid to speak her mind type girl in all of new york city. she knows it. everyone does. don’t get into a debate with her because you’ll lose, no matter the subject. she never concludes an interaction without a few snide remarks. they’re smarter than whatever you had to say.

the point is, mj is unapologetically herself in every situation and at all times. or so she thought.

peter and ned are making her order their coffees. they’re supposed to take turns, peter being all about equality in the group and the golden rule and blah blah blah. it reminds mj very much of somebody’s kindergarten teacher. she’s always found a way out of ordering because she’s mj. clever, persuasive mj. she can talk her way out of anything.

except for today when peter catches on. her excuse was lame. “i need to put down my backpack.” but, hey. you try fooling the only two people smarter than her. you’ll run out of ideas eventually. peter is pouty as he tells her that, “mj, it’s not fair! you haven’t gone up one time. how would you like it if-“ she has to interrupt him before she gets a speech.

“alright, alright, mother teresa. i’ll get the freaking drinks,” mj groans and kicks her chair back. peter smiles smugly, ned giving him a pat on the shoulder. “thanks. do you know what we want?” she blows at a piece of hair covering her eye. “you losers get the same things every time.” not bothering to push in her chair, she slumps over to the line.

ned yells, “don’t forget the whipped cream!” at her. that makes mj let out the longest sigh of her life. she very rarely does favors for other people. if you’re lucky enough to be one of them, it means she really loves you... or whatever.

mj waits on line while peter and ned get into a discussion about their nerd movies. her turn is next at least. she’s all prepared to grumble the order at the poor cashier, then you call her up.

“i can help whoever’s next,” you chirp, leaning over to see the group. your eyes land on mj. with a grin, you nod at her. the permanent scowl on her lips disappears. she takes a few steps up to you, feeling small even though she’s far from it. she finds herself thinking fuck, she’s pretty as you point at her torso.

“wait, i love your shirt,” you compliment and sound completely genuine about it. it’s mj’s favorite, her joan of arc one. a hint of a smile graces her face. “thanks.” her voice comes out much quieter than she intended it to. she didn’t know she was capable of being so... shy.

you tilt your head to the side and look down at the register. you’re still smiling. “no problem. what can i get you?” mj doesn’t hear a word you say. she’s entirely captivated by you, whoever you are. she notices pins with band logos on your shirt, ones she listens to. the probably homemade jewelry around your wrists. most importantly, your name tag. she’ll remember it.

mj doesn’t do the whole crush thing, not really. you just seem so chill and like you’d have a lot in common. also, you’re so pretty.

“do you know what you want?” you tap your nails against the register buttons. “i can suggest something, if that’s cool.” “um, i think so. the... the...” she can’t for the life of her remember what the hell peter and ned wanted. her face falls at that. sensing her nerves, you start punching things in on the register.

“i’ll surprise you. i’m good with those.” mj notices the corners of your lips turn up slightly. into a smirk. are you flirting? “ah, thank you. i’m, uh, not sure why i’m being so weird,” she laughs out. she’s very sure why. “you’re fine,” you snicker back and look up at her again. “just one drink?” “three,” mj quickly replies.

she rocks back and forth on her feet, you finishing up the order. “they’re on the house, by the way. they should be done soon,” you shrug the statement off. ok, you’re definitely flirting. “woah, thank you. can i give you a tip?” mj tucks the same piece of hair from earlier behind her ear. your eyes lock with her sparkling ones.

“nah, you don’t need to. just your name.” you’ve been waiting to get to this part. she’s not far behind you. “mj,” she speaks with the most certainty since you two began talking. “mj,” you murmur to yourself and punch it in. “you’re all good, mj. enjoy your drinks.” you give her a final heart racing smile. she really doesn’t want to go yet, but she has no choice.

returning the smile, mj waves at you. “bye.” she leaves the counter then, and you watch her go before calling up the next customer.

the drinks are done about five minutes later. mj has never been so excited to chug down a random liquid. that reminds her, she has no idea what you chose.

for the other two drinks, you made them your most popular. they’re larges, too. you decided on a plain black coffee with an obscene amount of sugar packets for mj. there’s actually a good reason behind it. you felt like she’s into the classics, and you aren’t wrong one bit. you left a note for her on the side of the cup.

‘lots of sugar, cuz you’re sweet ;) lol i’m bad at this but i liked talking to u, come back soon!’

mj giggles, literally giggles as she reads what you wrote. she should’ve ordered here a long ass time ago.

she’s in her happy place when she brings the tray back to the table, ned pursing his lips at her. “what’s with the face?” he comments on her dazed out look. peter is about to complain that she got their drinks wrong, but mj answers first. “the barista, she was cute and gave me the drinks for free. i think i like her.” she bites her lip to hold back yet another smile.

peter happily pulls one of the drinks from the tray, no longer concerned with its content. it’s not often mj is like this. he’ll bug her another time. “that’s awesome, mj. did you get her name?” he opens up one of the straws mj throws on the table. “y/n,” she sighs out in content. ned’s eyes go wide. “dude, y/n? she asked about you last time.”

and he didn’t think to tell her that? the part she mainly focuses on though, is that you noticed her. you wanted to meet her. this could actually go somewhere.

“you know what?” mj looks between peter and ned while ripping open one of her many sugar packets. “i’ll be the official drink orderer from now on.”

#michelle jones #michelle jones x reader #mj x reader #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #spiderman #marvel #tom holland #tom holland fluff

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talesofarcadia78 · 4 years ago

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Bad Day || Douxie x Reader || One Shot

Summary: Title says it all

Warning: None

Word count: 2,293

You were really tired of customers today. But you had to get over the fact that you were working at a bookstore. The place you used to worked at, Stuart Electronics, the owner said that he didn’t need any employees, since he could manage the customers by himself. Plus, he didn’t get many customers. If he didn’t earn enough money from the shop, Stuart would just get his taco truck out and earn money from there. But you just took it as he fired you. You were fine with that. But you were definitely not fine with having to deal with customers everyday. Stuart always let you deal with the storage stuff.

“Y/n? Hello? Anyone home?” a familiar British accent spoke, getting you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m home,” you replied.

“You’re not home, you doofus. You’re at the bookstore. Home is upstairs,” Douxie chuckled.

“Uh, yeah,” you said.

“Y/n, you have to focus. I’ll take care of the front. Can you go to the back and get 5 books from the new shipment box that arrived a few days ago?” Douxie asked.

You nodded and walked to the back, grabbing the books that Douxie requested.

After about an hour, Douxie finally closed up the shop.

“Finally! I’m so done!” you sighed and plopped yourself down onto an armchair.

“Yep! Just another day of our casual life,” Douxie agreed, walking over to the counter and counting the money we earned today.

“Don’t you get tired of working everyday?” you asked.

“Nah, I don’t. Why?” Douxie replied.

“I just can’t, I get bored very easily, if you haven’t realised yet,” you replied.

“I think I now that. I’ve known for almost a millennium now!” Douxie laughed.

Then Archie came flying down, and onto you lap.

“How was your day y/n?” Archie asked.

“Hmm... let’s see. Boring, tiring, oh and have I said boring?” you replied.

“I believe you have,” Archie replied.

“Well, yeah. I’m kinda getting bored from the bookstore,” you whined.

“Please, it’s not that boring,” Douxie said, getting a stool and sitting in front of you.

“It’s boring to me, as you already know,” you said.

“How about we go upstairs?” Archie asked.

“That’s a good idea,” you agreed getting up.

The three of you walked upstairs, and to the back. Douxie pulled an ancient book out of its place just a bit. Slowly, the whole shelf slid away, revealing a huge room. That ‘huge room’ was your apartment.

You and Douxie shared an apartment together, since the two of you only had each other and Archie of course.

You walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. You looked around, not much, just a milk carton, eggs, salmon and some vegetables. You groaned and slammed the door shut.

“Someone’s a bit grumpy,” Douxie teased.

“Technically, I’m hangry,” you corrected him.

“Let me guess, no food?” Douxie asked, but he already knew the answer.

“Yep! I’m not making pasta again, cause that’s all we’ve been eating for the last week,” you forewarned.

“Okay, okay. What about we go to Mr. Benoit’s?” Douxie suggested.

You looked at him briefly, and rushed into your room, slamming the door shut behind. You quickly got changed into a hoodie and a pair of jeans. You combed your h/l (hair length) h/c hair and tied it into a pony tail (if you have short hair, then it’s just left out). You rushed out of the room to see Douxie ready to go.

“Come on, let’s go,” Douxie said.

The two of you walked to the cafe and sat at a table outside. A waiter came and took your order.

“So, have you found another place to work?” Douxie asked out of the blue.

“W-What do you mean?” you asked.

“I thought you would be searching for another place to work at, since you clearly don’t like working at the shop,” Douxie explained.

“Am I that convincing?” you asked.

Douxie looked at you confused. You sighed.

“Douxie, look, I actually really love working at the bookstore. I might sound like I hate it, but I actually really love it there. I might get bored sometimes, since I’m at the counter, working with the customers. I don’t want to work anywhere else,” you explained.

“But you were complaining like 20 minutes ago!” Douxie exclaimed.

“Can’t anyone have a bad day?” you laughed.

But when you saw Douxie’s face, you instantly stopped laughing.

“Uh, Doux. You good?” you asked.

“You had a bad day?” Douxie whispered to himself, making sure you couldn’t hear him.

“Douxie?” you asked.

“I’m fine,” Douxie replied and fell silent.

“Okay,” you said, and turned to see the waiter with food.

The dinner went good, but none of you said anything to the other. The walk home was also very quiet. When you had gotten to your apartment, the two of you just wished each other good night and went to your rooms. You wondered why Douxie was so quiet through the whole dinner. You shook the thought off and concluded that he just must’ve been tired. You changed into your night wear and fell asleep.

Douxie on the other hand, was at his desk, planning for the next day.

“Douxie, what are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Archie asked.

“Arch, y/n never told me she had a bad day today,” Douxie said.

“Well, everyone has a bad day every once in a while,” Archie shrugged.

“Arch, you’re not getting the point. Whenever I have a bad day, y/n is always there for me. She would make me my favourite food, play a few songs on her piano or would just talk to me. Either way, she always eventually makes my bad day better,” Douxie explained.

Archie was catching on what Douxie was trying to say.

“And there’s me. Today she had a bad day, and what did I do? Nothing,” Douxie said.

“So your planning something for her?” Archie asked.

“Exactly! Tomorrow, I’m going to make her day the best. I’ll take her to a nice place for breakfast, go out of town and have a picnic. Then, I’m going to take her to the cinema’s at night, where we’ll watch Danger House. After the movie, we’ll grab something from the taco truck and then head home!” Douxie explained his plan.

“Why not also confess your feelings for her as well?” Archie added.

“Wait what?!” Douxie gasped.

“You heard me right, Douxie. I’ve seen the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. But the both of you are so oblivious,” Archie said.

“What if she rejects me?” Douxie asked.

“That’s what has been stopping you from confessing your feelings to her. Just trust yourself, Doux,” Archie said, and walked out of the room.

After Archie left, Douxie got into bed but before he feel asleep he promised himself that he’ll confess his feelings to you tomorrow.

The next day, you got up and walked into the kitchen. But before you got to the fridge, Douxie stopped you.

“Stop right there, love,” Douxie said.

“Why? Are you the police?” you joked.

“No, but we’re going to go to a cafe for breakfast,” Douxie announced.

“But-” you started but were cut off by Douxie.

“No buts or ifs. Now get ready, I’ll meet you downstairs,” Douxie said, pushing you into the bathroom, handing you your towel.

You quickly took a shower and got dressed into an off-the-shoulder shirt and ripped jeans.

Once you were downstairs, you saw Douxie holding the door open for you. You smiled and walked outside. Douxie closed the shop and the two of you walked to Mr. Benoit’s.

The two of you had breakfast. It was a pretty good one. Douxie did a trick to make the coffee cold, which made the waiter go and get a another cup. Douxie kept on doing that, until you were crying from laughing. After breakfast, the two of you went out of town in Douxie’s car. Douxie didn’t tell you the place but it was beautiful. The two of you explored around the mountains and alleyways. After that, the two of you had a picnic. He had brought sandwiches, a pie and juice. The two of you chatted away while eating your food. The two of you then looked at the clouds pass by, pointing out shapes, animals or anything you could make out.

“Hey, do you see that cat. It looks like Archie,” Douxie pointed to a cloud.

You tried to find it but you couldn’t.

“Where?” you asked.

“There,” Douxie replied, grabbing your hand and pointing to the cloud.

While you were looking for the cat, Douxie was looking at you. You looked cute when you tried to look for something. He just couldn’t get his eyes of you.

After a while, you gave up looking and turned around to see Douxie staring at you. You blushed at the way he was looking at you.

“Doux? You home?” you asked, waving your hand in front of him.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m at home,” Douxie replied.

“Your not home, you magical doofus. Your at... well I don’t know where we are actually,” you tried to joke.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t since you had no idea where the two of you were. Only Douxie knew. Douxie started to crack up, noticing your joke didn’t turn out too well. You playfully glared at him, trying to be angry.

Douxie then slowly stopped laughing.

“You know you look very cute when your angry,” Douxie commented.

You blushed at his comment.

“And even more cute when you were trying to look for the cat cloud. Even more when your focused on your work. Whenever your trying to get a recipe right, whenever your trying to get Archie to give your belongings back,” Douxie continued.

“Well... I... um... thank you,” you said, blushing even more. “Why are you all of a sudden saying these things?” you ask.

“Because I want to tell you the truth. You’re very kind, caring, selfless and much more. I’m so lucky to have you in my life, y/n. You’re always looking out for Archie and me. I-I love you y/n l/n,” Douxie confessed.

You looked at him wide eyed. You always had feelings for him, but you never knew he had feelings for you as well. You looked into his hazel eyes, while he looked into your e/c eyes. Slowly the two of you leaned forward. As you got closer, you slowly closed your eyes. Then, your lips touched. The kiss was soft and passionate. The two of you pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes.

“I love you too, Hisirdoux Casperan,” you said.

The two of you then continued cloud watching, while you leaned your head on his shoulder and his on top. The two of you watched the sunset and returned to Arcadia.

“So, did you have a good day, my love?” Douxie asked.

“Yes, thank you Douxie,” you replied.

“Well, what about we go watch Danger House?” Douxie said, holding up two tickets.

“Really?! I’ve been wanting to watch that for ages!” you squeal.

Douxie chuckled at your excitement. He drove to Lucia.

The two of you walked into the cinema, hand in hand. You two watched Danger House together. There were some scenes you didn’t want to see, so you hid your face in Douxie’s shoulder.

After the movie, the two of you were walking out of the cinema, when you saw Stuart’s taco truck.

“Doux, you hungry?” you ask, tugging on his arm.

“Well, now that you mention it, love, I am,” Douxie chuckled, looking down to his stomach.

“Let’s go to Stuart’s taco truck,” you suggested, pulling him behind you.

The two of you walked over to the taco truck. You saw Jim, Claire, Toby, Steve, Aja, Krel and Eli, all grabbing burritos.

“Hey, it’s Douxie and y/n!” Toby shouted, pointing to you and Douxie.

“Hi Toby,” you greeted.

“Hey,” the others greeted.

“Don’t you all have school to go to tomorrow?” Douxie asked, walking over to the truck and ordering.

“Well, yeah. But we all just came back from trollhunting and we’re starving,” Toby replied.

“That’s a reasonable excuse,” you nodded.

“What have you two been up to?” Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Nothing. Just went out of town and just watched Danger House,” Douxie replied, handing you a burrito.

“Nothing else?” Claire teased.

“Uh... nope,” you and Douxie answer, nervously.

“Sure, sure,” Jim teased.

“You too, Jim?” you gasped.

“What can I do? You two are fun to tease, since you two haven’t even said ‘I love you’ yet,” Jim shrugged.

“Technically, we already did,” Douxie grinned.

“Wait, what!” all the kids exclaim.

“Spill!” Claire and Aja begged.

“Maybe another time guys. I’m sorry, but we got to go,” Douxie said, pulling you towards the bookstore.

They all started to whine, but they all eventually stopped and waved bye.

You and Douxie walked into the bookstore and were greeted by Archie.

“So... how was your day?” Archie asked.

“The best!” you replied.

“So did Douxie...” Archie started.

“Yeah,” you and Douxie finished.

“Finally! I was getting so tired of looking at the two of you!” Archie cheered.

The three of you laughed and made your way to your apartment.

You were going to close your bedroom door when Douxie stopped you.

“Uh, Douxie, what are you doing?” you asked.

“I came to give you a goodnight kiss, duh,” Douxie replied.

You rolled your eyes. He quickly gave you a peck on your lips and wished you goodnight. You closed your door and jumped into bed. Today was the best day of your life.

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #one shot #toa #tales of arcadia

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zevlors-tail · 2 years ago

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@pandasfoxes05 I assume the reply to the OC ask post thing was for me lol, so here you go! Thanks for inquiring! <3 I am always thinking of my OC's! Sorry this took so long, I had to really think about some of these and I have tons of OC's too lol. ;w;

Response to this post about OC Asks!

1) What's the worst thing they've done for revenge?

Muse: I can't give much context to this because it would spoil a huge plot point for my fic series I'm trying to hash out rn, but by far the worst thing Muse has done for revenge is start an entire WAR between realms.

Cypress: Blamed Raphael for his own wrongdoings and lied to Muse about who he really was. He outright betrayed Muse's trust and lied about a LOT of things.

Uriel: Uri doesn't take revenge on anyone or anything. He doesn't see revenge as worthwhile for himself or those he loves and has never actively participated in it. He prefers to solve things diplomatically.

Claire: Trespassed into the Celestial Realm and threatened a high ranking angel for his transgressions against her friends and the people she considered family.

Silas: Used his personal connections to destroy someone's reputation, though he usually doesn't mess with others unless it's warranted. Often it's because they threaten his family or friends.

Aska: She's half angel and so her morals don't really align with revenge. Simeon, Muse, and Solomon all raised her to take no shit but do no harm, and she's just generally not interested in it. If someone wrongs her, she's more likely to drop them and never speak to or see them again than to take revenge on them.

4) Dogs or cats?

Muse: Cats. Definitely cats.

Cypress: Prefers cats, but doesn't own any.

Uriel: Loves all animals, and therefore has no preference.

Claire: Prefers cats but also likes dogs.

Silas: Very much likes cats. You could probably blame that on Solomon and Muse lol.

Aska: Doesn't mind cats, but really loves dogs. Though overall, she prefers bugs and insects!

30) Are there any secrets they will take to the grave?

Uriel: He knew what was going to happen to Lilith before she died. Also, Lilith and Cypress were the only two beings he's ever really been in love with. He currently still has feelings for Cypress despite their situation.

Claire: Was in love with Muse and kissed them out of the blue before running away for a while, but neither of them talked about it afterwards and just brushed over it like it never happened. Also, she did eventually find records of her past despite not remembering any of it. It wasn't pretty. She once paid a visit to her own grave for some closure, but ended up ripping open old wounds and running into someone who recognized her. Left absolutely devastated but did ultimately get the closure she wanted.

Muse: Fell in love with Fallen!Simeon when they were trapped in the Parallel Realm. They still miss him and keep a piece of Asmo's broken mirror (the mirror that threw them into the Parallel Realm) in their top dresser drawer beneath their clothes. They still look in it from time to time hoping to catch a glimpse of him staring back.

TW: Suicidal Ideation

Cypress: Cypress did, at some point, love Uriel when he was still an angel. He never told Uri, and he never will. Also, when Muse was at their worst, he was the one who had to listen to them beg and pray to die in their sleep night after night. He would sit with them, invisible, while they sobbed and curled in on themselves at night. On more than one occasion, he broke the rules of the Celestial Realm to try and comfort them by touch or a blessing while Muse slept.

Silas & Aska: I put these two together because realistically, there's SO MUCH STUFF they've done that they would never DARE tell another soul about. They constantly cover for each other- what are siblings for, anyways? There's nothing too specific for either of them.

#oc: muse #oc: cypress #oc: uriel #oc: claire #oc: silas #oc: aska #OC ask game

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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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I lovelovelovelove ur writing. Was thinking if u could do one where readers relationship w tom exposed bcos someone recognises her but she isnt famous? And its all backwards and caught out sort of thing

thanks for being so kind! also I feel like me narrator-y voice has gone WAY too far, what do u guys think? I won't be offended promise I just think it sounds so fucking annoying rn

Tom Holland x reader

summary: you run into possibly the most infuriating family members the one time u and ur boy are showing PDA

warnings = none I think :)

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It was a late late evening, on the last train of the night towards manchester, the British countryside plunged into darkness that appeared as a blank, black canvas out the rounded-rectangular windows.

And although the serene surroundings were calming, the regular and rhythmic movement of the carriage on the tracks - you were more on edge. Your relationship with Tom had yet to be revealed to the world - though you’d travelled as part of his extended entourage before under the guise of a ‘family friend’. So now it just being you, Tom, Harry, Andrew and Rachel - you felt more exposed. Of course, you were incredibly grateful that Tom had planned this weekend away for the two of you (after a work commitment, hence the presence of his manger, makeup artist and Harry). But it was scary.

Coming out of Euston station, the earlier time meant the train had been more of a hive of activity. Kids running up and down the aisle, inevitably recognising Tom and then asking for a photo. Enough that you’d had to move a few seats down the carriage, so no one would associate you travelling with the a-lister.

But after you’d past Birmingham and the clocks past eleven pm, everything had quietened down and Tom convinced you to come and sit next to him on the table of four. Andrew and Rachel were taking use of their little duo seat across for you to catch up on some well needed beauty sleep. They’d all been working with Tom doing promo for his most recent movie in London so it’d been pretty 24/7.

That left you, with all the energy, contrasting greatly with the two flagging Holland boys.

“Lets play heads up!” You announced to the much less enthusiastic faces round the tables.

“You can’t play that quietly and the whole carriage dont want to listen to you screeching.” Harry rolled his eyes whilst slightly ripping into you, then picking up his phone - thinking that would shut you up.

“I can play quietly!” You huffed, looking for Tom for backing… which never came. He didn’t even need to try and defend himself before you whacked his chest in false-annoyance.

“ It’s not a bad thing, just passion.” Tom murmured, desperately attempting to sweet talk your round - which of course, was not going to happen.

“No way! I’ll prove it to you!”

“Nonono darling, look I’m tired.” He straight refused, wrappings his arms round your shoulders to try and cage you in. He ended up with his back pressed against the window and your back against his chest. “Lemme just relax with my best girl.” You huffed in reply, worming round in his clutch before eventually giving up and relaxing your head onto his collar bone. For the reasons previously mentioned, you did not for a second believe he was serious with this PDA. Just sitting next to each other was risky enough, now he was very clearly hugging you in a public place. Arching your neck back, you were shocked he already had his eyes shut - looking perfectly contented and relaxed.

“T, are you serious?” You whispered, making him crack one eye open with a questioning look. Instantly he knew what you meant, I mean, it was him that was most worried about people finding out about you - for your sake. His horror stories of previous relationships hadn’t helped, to the point now only your mum dad and siblings knew about your relationship to Tom - mainly for the sole reason your nan was the biggest gossip in the world and could NOT be trusted.

“Course love, it’ll be fine no ones around and I got my cap on. No one will notice us.”

Foolproof. Or so you both thought.

And honestly for an hour or so you relished in the fact that in a public space, your boyfriend was showing you physical affection. It was exciting, which meant as Tom’s arms grew lax round you as he slumped slightly in the chair your energy only increased. No one else was being any use either - Harry had his head in his arms on the table and similarly neither Rachel nor Andrew were conscious enough to keep you company. Finally you settled on playing a game on your phone whilst also ever so softly wiggling round on Tom’s chest, purely because you enjoyed the little huffs and the way he’d squeeze you tighter as he snoozed.

You were engrossed in shitty little iPhone game when a person who was walking down the aisle slowed down, drawing your attention away from the phone. And then your heart literally dropped because you instantly recognised your uncle and cousin, who was 12. Worse though, they had most definitely clocked you.

Of all people, your uncle and boy cousin too. Possible the best (or worst depending on your point of view) at winding you up, at messing with you, for genuinely causing all chaos and mischief with you. They were most certainly not going to be discrete. They’d rib you till your dying day.

“Y/n?” Your uncle spoke first, noticing the that the group you with all seemed to be asleep, so at least trying to be a bit sensitive. Not that it mattered on Tom’s part though, you instantly bolted up and away from him, making him groan as he slowly woke up.

“Er yeh, I-um fancy seeing you guys here. Why were you in London?” Because yes half your family did live in manchester - a fact you felt slightly guilty about, considering you couldn’t fit in a quick and explainable reason as to why you were in that area of the UK during a ‘pop in’. So you’d chosen to keep the whole trip a secret too.

“We’ve been at the footie, could ask you the same question.” Your uncle smirked, noticing toward Tom, who now was blinking his eyes heavily - looking with furrowed brows between the two of you.

Because yes, the cap had been great to stop people recognising Tom. Neither of you were to expect it’d be you that’d be YOU stopped by someone who noticed you.

“Oh um… well er this is my friend Tom, he’s got a work thing in manchester so thought I’d tag along. What was the score?” Yes you described your boyfriend of 9 months as a friend, when it was clear to everyone you were more than that. Though frankly, you still felt sick introducing him as ‘boyfriend’ - that itself was cringe as hell. The reference to football was an in-vain attempt to distract them with the most-boring-sport-in-the-world talk. If only Tom had kept his mouth shut.

“Sorry mate” His voice was a little hoarse, making him force a cough before stretching his hand out. “I’m Tom”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ritchie and this is Matt” Your uncle motioned to his twelve year old son who was smiling politely but his expression seemed to drop as he made eye contact with Tom. Blissfully unaware, Tom shook Ritchies hand your a soft smile.

“How do you guys-“

“I’m her uncle. Tell you what, didn’t imagine bumping into my niece on the 11:30 train to manchester.”

Tom’s face fell and he froze. You’d both been caught out. Massively. It couldn’t get worse, till it did.

“Y/n is that Spiderman?” Because yes, Matt was prime Marvel fanboy age. And yes, of course his favourite hero was Spiderman. And yes, this would probably be the most exciting day of his life. And the most embarrassing of yours.

It was at this point Harry was sufficiently disturbed, enough to make him sit upright whilst also backing away into the corner of the booth, watching from afar.

“I-uh” You didnt really want to say it, for the sake of that meant he was revealing this secret you’d guarded with your life. But at the same time, you had this overwhelming sense of pride for Tom because “yeh, yes he is spiderman.” Matt started jumping up and down like an overexcited boyband fan which made you laugh, heart swelling as Tom chuckled along beside you.

Yes by no means was this ideal. And yes you were now forced to tell your family (so ultimately the world) about your relationship. Maybe that wasn’t so bad though?

hope u enjoyed + thank you for reading <333

tagging: @hollandfanficlove @hallecarey1

#Tom Holland fluff #tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader #Tom Holland blurb #tom holland fanfiction

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maybankiara · 3 years ago

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PHONE SWAP (DREW STARKEY)

18: MR. WHITE CLAW

summary: Addie Mallory is just your average economics student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead.

w/c: 4.4k

a/n: long one! sorry about it. i promise it won’t happen a lot. also, if i catch one of yous hating on holden you’re gonna catch these hands. <3

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previous part | series masterlist

Me | 6:42pm I swear it’s fate that you’re coming back today because you know what Me | 6:42pm MARIANNE IS MAKING GOULASH TOMORROW Me | 6:43pm surprisingly unrelated to you coming back but hey!!

Drew | 6:45pm no way! Drew | 6:45pm Does she make good goulash?

Me | 6:46pm I’d be able to tell if she ever made it before lmao Me | 6:46pm it’s her first time Me | 6:47pm but she’s a pretty good cook overall so!! I wouldn’t expect like a masterpiece or whatever but a decent meal??? Me | 6:47pm f yeah

Drew | 6:48pm I’m inviting myself over Drew | 6:50pm what time should I come by?

Me | 6:57pm if you think for one (1) second that this wasn’t an invitation Me | 6:57pm you are terribly wrong, mr. white claw man

Drew | 7:01pm ok but WHEN SHOULD I COME OVER

Me | 7:02pm oh right

Drew | 7:05pm ???

Me | 7:05pm Marianne says goulash will be around 6 but you can come over at like 4 or 5 so we can catch up!! Me | 7:06pm I still need to show you the album!! I developed some photos I took since we hung out

Drew | 7:07pm 4 sounds great, can’t wait!! Drew | 7:07pm I’ll make sure to bring some White Claw Drew | 7:07pm What does Marianne drink?

Me | 7:08pm Vodka Me | 7:08pm Tequilla Me | 7:09pm jk you don’t have to bring anything, we have enough alcohol in the fridge

Drew | 7:10pm Still bringing beer

Me | 7:10pm And good vibes

Drew | 7:10pm And good vibes, of course

Me | 7:10pm Gonna be good 😄

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The bell rings shortly past four o’clock, and Addie buzzes their guest in with a smile on her face. Marianne peeks from the kitchen, leaning over the corner, strands of her hair falling from underneath the headband-bun combo she’s sporting for the cooking.

‘Is it the celebrity judge?’

‘Sure is a judge,’ Addie says, unlocking the door. ‘Not so sure he’d like the celebrity title.’

The door opens and reveals a smiling Drew, in his usual attire – a simple grey tee with a Queen logo on it, black jeans, and a baseball cap. Greetings are exchanged, and then Drew’s taking his shoes off as Addie warns him that maybe Marianne might be a bit much today. There’s a casual whiff of cologne that Addie catches – it’s similar to Holden’s minty one, but simpler.

‘You ready to munch on some British-French-American-Hungarian goulash?’

He raises an eyebrow. ‘Is anyone ever ready for that?’

‘Nope. But Marianne has just called you the celebrity judge of her nonexistent cooking show, so you’ve got no choice but to be ready.’

‘Fair,’ he says, just as Marianne shouts from the kitchen, ‘I’ll have my cooking show soon!’

The self-proclaimed chef pops out of the kitchen, wielding a spatula covered in a dark red, thick liquid. Her red-and-white apron is tied haphazardly around her waist; both the apron and the sweatpants have already become victims to her cooking, and the bun seems to be getting looser by the minute. Marianne flashes the two a massive grin, one finger pointed at Drew.

‘Drew!’

‘Marianne!’

Her grin widens so much Addie’s worried it’ll rip her cheeks. She wiggles her finger, then, in a come here motion. ‘I need your goulash expertise, stat.’

‘Give the man a moment to breathe,’ says Addie. Next to her, Drew chuckles.

‘Do you want to enjoy the goulash?’

‘Yes?’

‘Then let the ones who can make it good do it and stay out of it.’ Marianne crosses her arms over her chest, and a drop of liquid falls off the spatula. She doesn’t even notice. ‘Drew?’

‘Coming right up, boss.’

With a pat on the back from Addie, Drew departs into the kitchen. Marianne is already listing off all the things that she’s put in the goulash, how she’s done it so far, and how the internet has told her needs to be done from now on. Addie tunes most of it out – while she thinks Marianne is one of the best cooks she’s ever met, after living with her for over a year, some things you can’t help but get used to and eventually, get a little bit tired of. She’s happy there’s Drew, though, because he’s either very interested in Marianne’s process and amused by her telling of it, or very good at pretending to be so.

Addie grabs a rather small box with a pink bow on it out of the hallway drawer, right next to a grey envelope, then makes her way to the stack of French books lying underneath the TV. The newest copy of a first-edition of The Unbearable Lightness of Being in French is lying on top of a photo album, the same one that Addie told Drew stories from the last time he was over here. She tucks it under her arm and brings it to the kitchen, which has a prominent smell of Marianne’s cooking – a lot of spices, some of them even scattered around with powder spilling out at the edges, and wine that’s both a part of the dish and accompanying Marianne and whoever’s keeping her company. This time it’s Drew, so instead of wine, there’s a can of White Claw in his hands. Addie chuckles to herself.

Marianne, huddled over the steaming pot, motions for Addie to come closer without looking. ‘How does this smell?’

‘I don’t know how a goulash is supposed to smell.’

‘Like that,’ Drew answers. ‘Stop worrying so much.’

‘If it can be better, I’ll make it better,’ replies Marianne, then asks him to contribute with some spices and then stir it. ‘If it goes badly, you made it. If it’s great, I made it.’

Drew laughed. It was a big kind of laugh, the one that fills out the entire room. Taking a seat at their modest dining table, Addie realised it’s been a while since anyone other than the two of them laughed so freely in this place. (That just made her miserable; she needs to stop focusing so much on work and her studies if she wants to retain a semblance of a social life.) She puts the album down, and places the box right underneath it – just enough to be noticeable.

‘Addie, you didn’t tell me your roommate is basically the female equivalent to Gordon Ramsay.’ Drew’s leaning against one of the cupboards, sipping his drink with a smile. Marianne elbows him in the shoulder, frowning.

‘The kids one, maybe. I don’t swear, that’s Addie’s job. She’s the sailor.’

‘Bitch,’ says Addie under her breath, feeling warmth creeping up into her cheeks as she smiles. ‘Calling me out like that.’

Marianne doesn’t look at her, but Addie hears her quiet giggle. ‘That’s a quarter.’

Addie sighs, and Drew lets out a chuckle that sounds a lot like oh. He probably figured out what the jar filled up with quarters is, and Addie thinks he’s finding it a little too amusing, so she says, ‘Don’t laugh.’

Of course, it doesn’t work.

‘That’s kind of funny, you’ve got to admit.’

‘No.’

He raises his eyebrows at her, not even trying to hide the smile. Addie calls him to look at the albums, after she places a quarter in the jar, because she can feel Marianne is about to side with him and go on a tirade where she makes fun of Addie’s bad habit – not that she minds, really, but she’d much rather see what Drew thinks of the photographs and his birthday present.

It ends up taking him a long time to notice it, which starts driving Addie nuts, but she wants him to be the one to notice it, because… Well. She doesn’t really have a reason.

They go through the photographs and Marianne is hovering over Drew’s shoulder, nearly dripping the goulash a few times onto the album, until Addie tells her that her goulash is burning (it isn’t) and she finally leaves the spatula where it belongs, before coming back to look. She likes the photos, and so does Drew – Addie had most of them developed, both from Waystone and the park they were in. Most of them were of the places, but there were a few of Drew. They weren’t the best quality, but his face was relaxed in them, and he was smiling with a playful glint in his eyes, and Addie liked them more than the ones where he looked like he was posing. (She developed those, too, but still hasn’t quite figured out where to put them. She’ll probably give them to him.) Good memories were made that day, and friendships cemented, too.

When he finally notices the box, his eyebrows shoot up. ‘Is this the present?’

Addie just nods and waits. She’s thankful that Marianne is humming along to the music while she stirs the pot, because it means that there’s no awkward silence while he carefully unwraps the bow, as if it would break if he tugged on it too hard. He opens it, finally, and laughs – Addie feels like he’s been laughing a lot more recently.

He holds the present in his hand, shaking his head. ‘A phone case. Really?’

‘Yep.’ Addie grins so hard she bites a little on the inside of her lip; what if he doesn’t like it? She pushes the thought away. ‘Can’t have us swapping our phones again.’

‘True. Although, it did end up in a pretty good thing.’

‘I guess it did, yeah.’

There’s a moment where they’re just staring at the phone case, as if it is about to start talking. Addie kind of wishes it would, and once again feels thankful for Marianne’s music. She doesn’t want to start reminiscing, but that’s where her brain is going, and suddenly she finds herself thinking about that summer morning where she was hungover and half-asleep when she met him and it feels weird that it’s been nearly six months since that. It feels like it was yesterday, but it feels like Drew’s always been around.

‘Mr. White Claw,’ he reads off the back of the matt case, amused. Addie’s pretty proud of herself for that one.

‘Nothing describes you better than that, basic white bitch.’ She smiles at him, and kicks him under the table so he’d look at her. ‘Happy birthday, dude.’

‘Thanks.’ He raises his can and waits until she raises hers, then says, ‘To swapping phones.’

Addie clinks the can against his. ‘And making friends.’

‘And putting another quarter in the jar. Don’t think I didn’t hear that.’

‘Marianne.’

‘Nu-uh.’ Marianne snaps her fingers, pointing first at Addie as she speaks, then Drew. ‘You, quarter in the jar, and now that the ceremony’s over, I need you back at the cooking station. The goulash ain’t gonna cook itself, mec.’

As Marianne says, the other two do. Addie is honestly just grateful she doesn’t have to be the one helping out in the kitchen, because as much as she enjoys cooking, Marianne’ demands get on her nerves sometimes. That, and Drew is actually enjoying helping her out. Addie gets to sit back and relax, listen to her friends make food and bond over the dishes they can make—turns out Drew is incredible at making his mum’s casserole recipe, and promises to bring it over someday—and she feels like she’s come a long way from being holed up in her room, studying and working. Even if sometimes it feels like nothing’s changed.

In between helping Marianne, Drew puts the phone case in its rightful place. It’s a bit cheesy, but Addie likes the thought that there’ll be a reminder of their friendship with him at all times, if he likes it as much as she thinks he does. It’s a bit silly, too. Addie likes giving and receiving presents that are more silly than useful, which is probably not the savvy and mature way to approach life.

Time wears on, and Addie includes herself every now and then, mostly just chilling on her phone as the two work towards what they claim is going to be a masterpiece. She highly doubts it, and it’s amusing whenever she voices her opinion and they try to argue otherwise. She likes to see them getting along – she’d never admit it, but as much as she knows and loves Marianne, a part of her was still scared he’d get the celebrity treatment. Now, she watches as Marianne threatens to throw goulash if he doesn’t cut the pepper faster, and she can only laugh.

Her phone chimes and there’s a text message displayed over Holden and Addie’s faces – a picture taken barely a week ago. They look happy together, and seeing it brings a smile to her face. As Addie texts back, Marianne ushers Drew away from the pot, finally taking over. Drew joins her at the table with a can of White Claw and a can of Heineken.

She puts her phone down and takes the Heineken with thanks. ‘Cooking time over?’

Drew nods. ‘The chef fired me. I think.’

‘Yeah,’ Addie laughs, ‘the chef tends to do that.’

To prove a point, Marianne gives them the finger, and says a whole sentence in French out of which Addie can only understand ‘merde’, and that is mostly because she turns around for that word, glaring at the two. Drew nearly chokes on his drink, and Addie just shrugs, because it’s Marianne, and no one can really understand Marianne. A conversation starts about photography and how Drew did mean to bring the camera, but he left it with Chase and Madelyn when he was visiting, and he ends up telling them stories from all the sets he’s been on.

When the bell chimes again, he’s the first one to notice, as he’s sitting not even a foot from the entrance into the kitchen. ‘Someone ringing?’

‘Oh, god, I forgot— Thanks!’

Addie makes a beeline for the hallway, giving her friends a quick ‘one moment!’ in lieu of an explanation. She’s at the front door within seconds and opens it with a smile, greeting her boyfriend with a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

Holden chuckles, and then he’s giving her a brief kiss on the lips before they part. ‘Hello there. You had a bit to drink?’

‘A little,’ Addie says, feeling the heat in her cheeks. ‘I’m glad you stopped by.’

‘Me too.’ His hand falls from her waist and he takes a step back, looking around. ‘You’ve got the papers?’

Addie reaches into the drawer and takes the grey folder out of it, but doesn’t give it to him just yet. ‘I know you’re in a hurry, but Marianne is making enough goulash for a whole village, and Drew’s here, and I want to introduce you.’

‘He’s here?’ he asks, just at the same time as Marianne shouts from the kitchen, ‘WHO IS IT?’

In her defense, she thought it would’ve been a nice surprise for Holden to stop by and stick around for a little bit once he got what he came here for, and maybe chat to her friends for a few minutes. The idea might’ve been fine, but hearing Holden’s little sigh at the realisation and a guaranteed confusion from the two in the kitchen, it might’ve not been a fine surprise. This paired with Holden only meeting Marianne of her friends so far...

‘C’mon,’ she tells him, hoping to reassure herself just as much, and takes hold of his hand. ‘They don’t bite.’

Back in the kitchen, Marianne and Drew are leaning on the cupboards, both of them silent and waiting. Addie walkins into the kitchen first, and she watches their eyes follow her hand – the one which drags Holden in behind her. Marianne shouts his name and nearly leaps to hug him, while Drew remains at his spot, gnacing between the two having a quick catch-up and Addie, who tries to tell him not to worry in the form of a smile.

His eyes keep dropping back to their hands, intertwined, and she can see barely-concealed confusion on his face.

‘This is Holden,’ she says, now that Marianne isn’t hogging him anymore. ‘My boyfriend. Holden, this is Drew.’

They shake hands and exchange the ‘nice to meet you’s without anyone feeling the need to prove themselves to be the Alpha male, so Addie counts it as a win. Not that she thought either of them would do that – she just hasn’t seen Drew interact with anyone who wasn’t her or Marianne, and Drew is, after Marianne, the first person from Addie’s life Holden has gotten to meet.

The more she thinks of it, the more she realises how risky it was.

‘You’re the actor Drew, right?’

For a moment, Addie just watches Drew – his hands are crossed on his chest and he looks a little menacing, now that she tries to see him from Holden’s perspective. Tall and pretty attractive, pretty relaxed in a place he’s barely been to, and with the reputation of a successful actor – and to top it all off, a resting bitch face.

Addie’s heart skips a beat.

Drew laughs and she feels relief wash over her, instead. ‘Is that how she presents me to people?’

‘Drew, it’s literally how we met,’ she says, rolling her eyes at him from across the room. ‘How else am I supposed to explain how I know you?’

‘Fair.’

There’s a moment where the sizzling of the goulash is all that can be heard, but Addie doesn’t think it’s one of those heavy silences, where every person seems like they’re holding their breath. She takes it as a good sign.

Holden pats his thigh, then, and he has an apologetic face when he says, ‘I’ve got to go. Work won’t wait forever.’ He flashes Drew a smile. ‘Nice meeting you, Drew.’

‘You too.’

Addie sighs. ‘You just got here.’

He opens his mouth to say something, but Marianne is quicker: ‘You try this goulash, look me in the eye, and say you don’t want more of it.’ There’s no and then you can go, because Addie has a feeling Marianne knows pretty well just how good the goulash is.

She commands the room as she approaches Holden with the tiniest bit of goulash steaming from the spatula over her hand. Her eyes are determined and there’s a crook in the corner of her lips – the sly kind of smile when she knows she’s already won. Holden doesn’t get a chance to protest, because the spatula is headed for him, and he’s got nothing to do but take it.

The room holds a breath. Even Drew is looking at Holden in expectation, chin resting on the palm of his hand.

For a bit, Holden just coughs and complains about the hotness (Marianne argued he had to have been blind to not see that it was steaming). Once he’s finally back to normal breathing and side-eyeing Addie for giggling at him, he tells Marianne it’s one of the best things he’s ever tasted.

Addie could swear she could see pride and self-satisfaction through Marianne’s eyes.

‘Now that Holden is staying,’ says Addie, ‘can the rest of us have some, too?’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ replies Marianne, with a newfound spring in her step, grace in the way she moves. Drew laughs at her, quietly, and Addie finds herself laughing with him.

Marianne brings out the goulash and Addie helps pour it into the bowls, handing each of them one. The chef ends up taking Addie’s chair, on Addie’s insistence, because what does she deserve after all these hours other than enjoying her efforts in peace? So Addie leans on the counter, ignoring Marianne’s protests that it’s dirty (‘These shorts need to go into the wash anyway’) and savours the food. It’s unbelievably good – Drew even comments at one point that it’s as good as the one his Hungarian neighbour made, if not better. Marianne glows after each compliment, so Addie doesn’t really stop giving them. Even as the conversation goes on, and Holden stays a little longer than planned, they keep sprinkling in nice comments about the goulash whenever they can.

Addie’s glad Holden and Drew are here for this, however unplanned it was.

Holden slaps his thigh again, in the very same manner with the very same look on his face and this time, Addie catches herself right before she laughs. ‘I’ve really got to go now,’ he says, getting to his feet. ‘Work calls.’

He walks up to Addie and she smiles at him, elbowing him gently in the ribs. ‘That’s okay, Mr. Workaholic. We understand.’

She thinks maybe she’s pushing it, but Holden smiles and reaches the other side of her waist, tickling just enough so that she groans for him to stop. ‘You’ve got it just as bad as I do,’ he tells her, and she can’t argue.

‘Wait, Holden.’ Marianne twirls her spoon in front of her space, brow furrowed, and a distant look on her face. ‘Can I ask you lot a personal question?’

‘Marianne—’

‘Don’t worry about it, Addie. I won’t bother them too much.’

Marianne does give her a reassuring smile, or what’s meant to be one, because Addie doesn’t feel particularly reassured. The girl, for all the love Addie holds for her, really has a thing for pushing the limits and boundaries without meaning to. Addie sinks into herself, arms crossed on her chest with Holden’s hand still resting on her waist, and hopes Marianne picks her approach carefully. Addie might know her well enough, but Drew and Holden don’t.

‘Sure,’ says Drew, leaning back in his chair. ‘What is it?’

Instead of responding, he looks at Holden until he agrees to it, too. She takes a deep breath, then, and gives them the shaky kind of confident smile as her fingers fix up her bun. ‘How important are romantic things in a relationship to guys?’

Addie resists dropping her head in her hands. She just sighs. Glares a little.

Lets it all unfold.

The hand on Addie’s waist moves a little, with no purpose. She can hear Holden breathe more deeply, as he always does when he’s trying to crack a problem. Drew, on the other hand, frowns; his eyes stare out of the window, the distance noticeable in them. Part of Addie wishes the question was never asked – part of it is as glad that it wasn’t bad as it is honest that maybe, Addie is curious about the answers, too.

‘Probably shouldn’t ask Holden that while Addie’s around,’ jokes Drew.

‘Ha-ha. Very funny.’

Drew looks at her and shrugs, a smile peeking through. (Addie found it a little bit funny and he can see it.) He sighs a little and scratches the place above his eyebrow, glancing at Marianne. ‘What kind of romantic things are we talking about?’

‘I don’t know.’ Marianne waves her hand in a vague motion, then lets it go back to fiddling with the bun. ‘Um, dates, quality time together, gifts or flowers or whatever, that romantic sappy kind of shite.’

‘It depends, then,’ Holden says, voice deep and laced in thought, just as Drew speaks with confidence, ‘Very important.’

Drew chuckles and Holden smiles, too, but Marianne doesn’t look very reassured, so Drew leans forward in the chair, placing his elbows on the table with his hands crossed. ‘Look, it depends on the guy, yeah, but most guys like the romantic stuff. Going on dates, getting flowers and chocolates, candlelit dinners and just spending quality time together is a big deal. Not having that is just kind of… I don’t know.’

Marianne nods. She’s looking at Drew as if she were soaking his words like a sponge, and not one that likes them.

‘I don’t really agree,’ says Holden, after letting out a little ‘hmmm’ sound. ‘I mean, it really depends on the guy, but also the partner. Look at Addie and I – we spend most of our time together at work, or doing work, and it’s something we love doing so the time we spend together doing that is what we’d consider quality time, right? And you don’t— We don’t need all that romantic stuff. If you know someone likes you, there’s no need to constantly show it. If it works already.’

Addie just stares at the ground. All eyes are on her, now, even if not physically – she can just feel the attention on her. Does she agree? Yes, for the most part, and it’s not her Marianne is asking this time. They’ve already spoken about this. Marianne knows Addie enjoys the approach she and Holden have with the relationship.

When she finally looks up, she catches Drew’s eyes for a moment, and then they’re gone before she can read them. ‘Well,’ he says, ‘I guess it depends on your relationship and your boyfriend, then.’

‘My friend’s.’ Marianne nods with a smile that looks like it’s about to slip off. ‘I’m asking for a friend.’

Drew leans back. ‘Sure, yeah. I hope your friend manages to sort it out.’

Marianne thanks him, then makes a joke about the goulash being finger-licking, and within moments everything’s as if there wasn’t just a serious conversation. A little later, Addie walks Holden out, receiving a gentle kiss on the lips before he leaves. Drew sticks around for a little while longer and when Marianne invites Drew to their group’s annual Fourth of July party (very exclusive), Addie feels like it’s another unpredictable-Marianne moment she should’ve foreseen.

For better or worse, though, Drew shakes his head with a little sigh. ‘Thanks for the invitation, but I’ve already booked a flight home.’

‘Oh.’ Marianne nods, not even trying to hide her disappointment. ‘Shame. We throw the best parties around Atlanta.’

Drew chuckles, tugging his jacket sleeves over his arms. ‘I don’t doubt that for a second. I’ll catch one of them, at some point.’

‘Yeah. You should.’

Addie is leaning against the wall, watching them talk about their plans for the Fourth of July, and realises she’s happy that Holden’s met Drew. She’s happy he’s integrating into her friend group, at least bit by bit. It kind of makes everything more real; more permanent. Later, she finds out from Marianne that Drew messaged her, thanking her for the goulash experience. When she’s lying in bed, thinking about all the work she needs to do tomorrow because she slacked off today, a thought pops up: Marianne’s birthday is going to be soon, and that is bound to be a wholesome party.

Addie falls asleep with a smile on her face.

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flooffybits · 4 years ago

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You And I

At the end of the day, your heart will come home. Even through the darkest nights, I’ll be your light

Warning: violence, horror themes

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A/n: this was supposed to be longer but i decided to cut it since i didn’t want it to be too long

Blinking up at the bright and partially cloudy skies, you squint before bringing a hand to prevent the sun’s rays from blinding your vision before a voice meets your ears, the sound of a familiar music box playing somewhere nearby when a shadow comes over you, effectively blocking the sun.

“How long are you going to lay there, unnie? The food is almost done.” Yoohyeon tells you and you groan before turning on your side, forcing your eyes to close once more. But the younger girl had different intentions as she let her entire body land on top of yours.

You let out an ‘uff’ at the sudden weight before whining, pushing at the younger girl in protest as she wraps her arms around you. “Unnie, come on!” She calls and you try to worm your way out from under her.

“Yah! Kim Yoohyeon, I swear, this is not funny!” You shouted, but she laughs at your attempt to escape before sticking her tongue out at you, her chin resting against your chest before she’s poking your cheek. “To me, it is. I told you that the food is almost ready but you still wouldn’t get up.” She huffs and you roll your eyes while pushing her hand away from your face. “Unlike you and Jiu unnie, I don’t love food as much.”

“Talking about me, are we?” Another voice comes in and you look up, spotting Minji standing upside down in your position before throwing her a lazy grin. “And if we are?” You playfully ask and you she grins while walking over. “Just because you guys are younger than me doesn’t mean I’m going to be holding back.”

Your eyes widened and before Yoohyeon could even react, Minji had placed herself on the younger girl’s back, making you both groan at the additional weight. “Girls! Help me wake Y/n up!”

“W-Wait! I’m sor-” Before you could even get the words out, all of the girls came running over when they saw the three of you, Bora jumping right in, making Yoohyeon whine. “Unnie!” But Gahyeon was already joining, followed by Siyeon, then Yubin, and finally Handong, who made a point to hop just for extra measures.

Despite having the girls crushing her, Minji was laughing as she saw the grimace on your face. “What was that?” She asked as you struggled to even move your arms since it was pinned between Minji and Yoohyeon since you were hugging the latter before this dog pile happened.

"Is she awake yet?" Siyeon asked before shifting her head a bit in the only space she can and you try to shake them off, but none of them budge as Bora cackles at your poor state. "Oh, Y/n, you know you're no match for all of us like this." She tells you and you huff. "Okay, okay, now get off because I can feel Yoohyeon's nails digging into my sides."

Said girl's eyes widened and she tried to get up quickly, squeaking, and the sudden action seemed to cause a chain reaction because all of the girls began to slide off you and settled on the ground instead. Minji took a seat next to the two of you as Yoohyeon sits up and apologizes profusely. "I'm sorry! Are you okay?" She asks while checking at your sides, only for Minji to lightly swat her hands away when she tried to lift your shirt.

"Off limits." Gahyeon snorts in amusement while Handong chuckles at the eldest's antics. "Calm down, unnie. It's not like Yoohyeon isn't satisfied with seeing Dami." The comment causes said girl to shove the Chinese woman, her cheeks tinting a bright red as she glared at her friend. "Stop being weird." Yubin complains and you laugh while patting Yoohyeon's head in an affectionate manner.

"I'm okay, don't worry." You assure the girl before Minji rests her head on your shoulder. “Well, seeing as we’re all up and ready, why don’t we head to the table where the food is waiting for us?” Yubin gestures to the perfectly set up table, along with a picnic blanket spread nearby since the table was too small to fit all eight of you.

“Come on, kids. Don’t make the food wait.” Bora calls, helping Handong to her feet before offering a hand to her girlfriend and then pulling her to her feet. Gahyeon crinkled her nose at her older sibling and Handong laughed lightly before she helped the maknae up and then dust her off from any dirt and grass.

Minji, while wanting to bring you over to the table earlier, decided that laying on you was her priority for now as she nuzzled her face to your neck with a soft sigh passing her lips, tickling your skin as she wrapped her arms around yours and Yoohyeon furrows her brows at the two of you when Yubin grabs her hand to pull her up.

“What are you sulking about this time?” Her girlfriend questions and the taller girl pouts in your and Minji’s direction. “Jiu unnie is hogging Y/n unnie.” Yubin could only roll her eyes at her poor girlfriend, chuckling before she pulled at the older girl’s hand. “Oh, come on. They’re dating, of course Jiu unnie is going to want her attention.”

“But I want her attention, too!” Yoohyeon complained as she was being pulled away from you. Siyeon ended up laughing at her antics, clapping her in the back when she was close enough. “Oh, let them be. You know that it hasn’t been long since Jiu unnie’s confessed to Y/n.”

“I think Dami is getting a bit jealous again.” Handong teases and the said girl quickly shook her head, sticking her tongue out in retaliation. “I’m not falling for that again.” Gahyeon grinned as Yoohyeon continued to sulk away. “Why is unnie being so clingy?”

“Considering how she’s closer to Y/n than the rest of us, I guess you can say it’s the same with you when it comes to Singsing.” Bora explained when she took a seat and the two sisters looked to each other before quickly looking away and shaking their heads.

“Siyeon unnie is mean.”

“Gahyeon tries to ruin my ears.”

“Your girlfriend is literally the loudest out of all of us!”

“Yah!”

The remaining three just watch as they continue to go back and forth with each other and Handong took that time to start grabbing her own plate before Yubin did the same for both her and Yoohyeon, who kept watching the three bicker with a slightly amused expression on her face.

“Excuse me! We want to eat!” Handong called out when she went to take a look at you and Minji, only to catch the older girl peppering your face with kisses until she had eventually claimed your lips. That was when Handong decided to break you two up before you actually forgot to eat and join them.

Pulling away, Minji giggled in delight when she saw the bright blush on your cheeks before standing up. “Sorry!” You replied bashfully and the older girl laughed louder as she stood up and wrapped her arm around your shoulders. "Ah, you're so cute!" She coos before pecking your lips one more time and then joining the rest of the girls.

Gripping the lamp tight in your hand, you pass through the empty hallway in search of at least one of the girls.

It was late at night, yet the rumbling of the house had woken you from sleep and, assuming that something had happened, you quickly got out of bed to check on the girls, only to find their rooms empty.

"Guys?" You call out quietly. "Where are you?" You try again, only to be met with another round of silence.

Shutting your eyes, you try to locate at least one of them, reaching for their consciousness until you spot the camera Yoohyeon would have set up in one of the rooms. It was knocked over, so you decide to check there, hurrying down the stairs and making a quick turn to the room only to find it empty.

"What…"

Picking up the camera, you set it back up, checking to see if it was broken. However, upon closer inspection, you soon realize that it was empty. Checking for one of the girls again, you're not too surprised to see the red lights of the darkroom and the undeveloped photos.

You head to the direction of said room, which wasn't too far away since it was only two doors to your right. But when you knock, no one answers. "Hello?" You peek your head inside, squinting when you find not a single soul inside before huffing.

"What the heck? It's late and you guys are playing?" You mutter under your breath before leaving the lamp outside. Making sure not to touch any of the things set up in the room since you aren't the most knowledgeable when it comes to photography, you check to see a lone photo left in the water, probably left to remove any excess fixer.

However, the image on it had your brows pinching together. Grabbing one of Siyeon's tools, you gently pick it up before moving to clip it along with the previously developed photos.

You look closely at the picture before blinking when Yoohyeon's face turns clearer.

These were her clothes before she had gone to sleep. You don't remember her taking this photo or her even coming here with either Siyeon or-

"Y/n!"

You turn around when a voice hisses your name and your eyes land on the mirror near the door.

Rushing over, you see Handong looking around before her eyes settle on you. "Where are you?" You question and she looks like she's struggling before she's able to speak to you. "I'm in the living room, near the door that heads to the basement." She replies. "I'm stuck and I need your help."

"Where is everyone?" You question but she shakes her head. "That's what I'm trying to know." You nod your head before quickly heading out. "Wait for me, I'll come get you."

You run out of the room, failing to see the photo of Yoohyeon being burned behind you as the door closes when you leave.

When you find Handong, you were more than surprised to see her entangled in some sort of web and needles keeping her clothes pinned to the wall.

"What happened to you?" You ask when you reach to pull the needles off her, ripping the webs as you did. Once her arm is free, she helps rid herself of any webs before you help her up. "To be honest, I have no idea. I was trying to look for everyone but the next thing I know, I'm stuck to the wall." She explains while dusting herself off and you let out a sigh before looking around, the darkness of the house seemingly more ominous.

"Can you find the others?" You ask while looking around and the slightly older girl nods her head before facing the window while you hold the lamp up, closing your eyes once again to try and find one of the girls.

When minutes pass, you grunt before Handong reaches for your hand. "Jiu unnie and Sua unnie are together in the living room." She informs you and you rub your temple when she releases your hand. "The others?"

"I don't know. But I think it's best we meet with them before finding the rest." The worry begins growing in your chest when you have yet to locate Yoohyeon's whereabouts especially after finding the photo of her earlier.

You grip Handong's hand up until you find Minji and Bora both pacing around the living room. And upon seeing the two of you, Minji stops before running over, taking you into her arms after you release Handong's hand.

"Are you okay?" She asks when she pulls away to look at your face and you nod your head before looking around. "What's going on? Where are the others?" Minji breathes out while holding you. “Siyeon went to grab Gahyeon because she said her, Yoohyeon and Dami were together.” Bora replies and you furrow your brows, pulling away from your girlfriend to look around.

“Y/n?”

But you don’t respond, looking at your friends currently present in the room. “Who was in the darkroom?” You question and Handong turns to you. “Oh, yeah. Why were you there in the first place?” She asks and you felt a chill run down your spine at their clueless expressions. “Because I tried looking for one of you and I saw the camera and then the film cartridge in the room.” You respond, hands shaking as you stare at your friends and Minji purses her lips.

“Y/n, are you sure with what you saw?” She asks you and you nod. “The camera was on the floor when I got there and when I got to the darkroom, there was a picture of Yoohyeon in the same room with the camera.”

“Yoohyeon should have gone to bed already.” Bora says confusedly and you look back to Minji. “Are the three of them really together?” You ask and she shakes her head. “I don’t know. Siyeon just said-”

“Y/n!”

Minji’s voice rings loud in your ears and you look towards the archway before looking back at the person who wore your girlfriend’s face. “Who are you and where is Jiu unnie?” You demand, making the two other girls look to the other woman inside the room.

“What are you talking about?” Bora asked carefully as she backed away from ‘Minji’ and you glared at them with your jaw clenched. “Where is she? What did you do to her?” Your voice grows louder and Handong places her hand on your elbow while Bora stands to your left when Siyeon comes running into the room with Gahyeon and Yubin in toe.

Upon seeing the lack of two people, your jaw clenches before you hear Minji’s voice again. “You girls prove to be more fun than I thought you were.” The fake Minji chuckled before they slowly melted into the shadow just as a thud came from outside the living room.

“Where is Yoohyeon?” You ask and Yubin points outside when you run to the source of the sound, only to find your girlfriend sprawled on the floor.

“Jiu!”

“Unnie!”

All of you hurry to her side and help her sit up while she groans and rubs her forehead from the growing ache in her head. “Where… where is he?” She muttered and you eye her warily while rubbing her back and making sure that she wasn’t injured. “Who is he? What happened to you?” Siyeon asked, having witnessed what just transpired before Minji arrived.

“Haneul. The person they’ve been calling a hunter, he’s here.” Your girlfriend replied before looking at all of you, her eyes noticing the absence of one member and your eyes widen when you look up. “Take Jiu unnie to the living room, make sure she’s okay.”

“Where are you going?” Minji grabbed your hand just as you stood, but you give her an assuring squeeze to tell her that you’ll be fine. “I need to find Yoohyeon.” You turn to Yubin and she nods her head at your unasked question.

She didn’t need you to verbally say anything, but she knew by heart that you wanted to find the younger girl, whether it was on your own or with one of them tagging along.

“Y/n, he’s dangerous.” Minji tried to reason, but you purse your lips, fists clenched on either side. “Then it’s more of a reason for me to find Yoohyeon and make sure we get her back here.” You retort and Siyeon rests a hand on her friend’s arm. “I’ll go with them.”

Siyeon turns to her girlfriend with a meaningful look before nodding in her sister’s direction. “Take care of Gahyeon.” Bora looks conflicted, but Siyeon understands your concern for Yoohyeon the same way she worries about Gahyeon, so she knows that there was no talking her out of this.

“Be safe.” Is all she can say before the three of you head for the door and the girls help Minji into the living room to sit down and recover from whatever it was she had just gone through.

Yubin shuts the door when all three of you exit the house and you turn to the other two. “Dami, where did you see her?” You ask and the younger girl looks towards the gate. “I saw her near the exit, but she didn’t look like she was heading out.” She replies, nibbling on her lower lip as she anxiously pulls at her shirt.

“What would she be doing out here?” Siyeon asks when the three of you start to look around in hopes of finding Yoohyeon quickly. Yubin sticks close to you, close to grabbing your hand as she tries to spot her girlfriend and you try to pay attention to anything that may give off where she might be.

Siyeon stands to your right, keeping watch over you and Yubin. A single flame appears at her fingertip, keeping her guard up just in case the person who tried to impersonate Minji was still around.

She keeps your path alight, too and it doesn’t take much searching before you see Yoohyeon passed out right in front of the gates.

Yubin gasps and the two of you run towards her unconscious figure and Siyeon’s fire grows a bit, just to possibly scare whoever or whatever was around to hurt any of you.

“Yoohyeon!”

You try shaking her awake, but her eyes remain shut and Yubin checks her neck for a pulse, which she luckily does. "Why isn't she waking?" Siyeon asks while crouching next to Yubin to get a better look at the sleeping girl when you press your hand to her forehead.

The pair watch as your eyes turn white for only a split second before you look down at Yoohyeon with concern swimming in your features. "There's nothing there…" You mutter while glancing around, finding Pie running to you.

You welcome the pup into your arms and run your fingers through her fur. "What happened, buddy?" You ask and the pomeranian whines, your lips pursing together as you nod your head. "We need to get inside. It's not safe, and Yoohyeon is clearly under some sort of spell."

Siyeon helps Yoohyeon onto your back, deciding to walk behind you as Yubin assists you just so you don't drop her girlfriend as the three of you head back inside. Pie barks a few times but comes along until you're in the safety of the house and then runs off to the living room where everyone else was.

When they see you, all the girls are on their feet as you gently lay the younger girl on the couch. "Is unnie okay?" Gahyeon asks when she sees no movement coming from the girl and the three of you look at them. "Pie said something attacked her, looked like a spider or something." You inform them before gesturing to the girl. "I can't get into her mind. It's blank."

"What can we do?" Handong inquires and Yubin breaks from the group to grab some of her spell books. "Right now, we have to be careful. Aside from whoever is hunting us down, it looks like we have more than one company." Minji grunts when she looks around.

"But Yoohyeon-"

"Until we can figure out what is wrong with Yoohyeon, we can't do anything. Right now, we have to worry about whoever caused all this." Bora stated with her arms wrapped tightly around herself and her girlfriend glances at her with a small frown.

You let out a sigh while staring at Yoohyeon's still frame, grimacing as you all gather in the living room and Minji looks at each of you, her gaze lingering on you and Yubin. "This is the only way we can bring Yoohyeon back, but you all know this is dangerous." She began and you kept your head down whilst Yubin clenched her fists.

"We've been working on everything we can, so we need to stay focused." Your girlfriend reminds you all and everyone nods. "As soon as we get Yoohyeon, bring her out. We don't know what might happen if this fails, so do whatever you can."

You suck in a deep breath and all of you stand in position as Minji grabs a handful of sand before she walks behind Yoohyeon's body.

Everyone keeps watch, even as the winds begin to pick up despite the closed doors and windows and a dark figure begins to appear above your friend when Minji begins the incantation.

The sand spills to the floor and you brace yourself as a strong gust of wind comes into the room just as the figure emerges from Yoohyeon and your body quickly reacts.

You nearly break from the formation, but Bora already sent you a look and you stop in your tracks. She frowns because she can see you struggling just to bring Yoohyeon back, but you all had to endure completing the ritual before you could do anything else.

But the idea strikes you when you catch a glimpse of something and Yoohyeon's voice is faint in your ears. Closing your eyes, you let your shoulders relax and Gahyeon makes a small noise when she notices what you’re doing, and in turn, Siyeon steals a quick glance at you, pursing her lips before she turns back to Minji.

“Yoohyeon! Where are you?”

You’re surrounded by a white wasteland with no source of life anywhere.

While you don’t understand where this place was, this was where Yoohyeon’s consciousness led you and you were willing to use any means of getting her back.

“.. re you?” You try and focus on where the sound is coming from. The wind was howling in your ears, almost as though it was preventing you from reaching the younger girl. But you were persevering as you walked aimlessly towards where you believed she was.

It didn’t matter right now that you were the only one there. At least you knew where she was.

“Yoohyeon!” Spotting the younger girl, you sprint in her direction as she turns to the sound of your voice, her terrified expression melting into relief when she sees your familiar face before she meets you halfway, running into your arms and burying her face into your neck.

She’s trembling in your arms and you hold her tight while running your fingers through her hair. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” You whisper and she looks around in fear of what this void kept her in. “Are you okay?” You ask and she nods her head, tear tracks on her cheeks before you wipe them away.

“I-I’m okay.” She sniffles and you nod your head. “Thank god. How did you get here?” You question and she shakes her head. “T-There was a… a woman. I don’t remember what happened, but she was at the mansion. The next thing I know, I was all alone here.”

You purse your lips at her answer.

Woman? What woman?

Pie told you that there was some sort of spider that attacked Yoohyeon. Could there be more than just that? Or was the spider manipulated by the woman Yoohyeon saw?

“We have to get back to the others. We’ll deal with whoever the person is.” You tell her but she shakes her head. “I can’t get out. Not from here.” She informs you and you frown while holding her hand. “I’m not leaving you here.” You argue and she shakes her head again. “Unnie, you’re still outside of this realm. Use whatever is in Dami’s books, she’s been studying portals to help with her powers.” She explains while squeezing your hand.

“But I…” You don’t want to leave her alone. The whole place looked so barren, yet it felt far too ancient at the same time. It was like you were being thrown to and from the past and present despite the unchanging environment.

“I know you’ll be back. I trust you.”

When you open your eyes, everyone is looking at you. Blinking, you steady yourself before shaking your head.

“That was really reckless of you.” Handong sighs and you notice how no one is in their original positions anymore. Yubin was standing beside Yoohyeon’s body and Minji was now facing you with her arms crossed across her chest.

"I found her." You breathe out and for some reason you feel woozy after exerting that much power in finding the other girl. "She's stuck somewhere and-"

"I told you to stay focused." Your girlfriend cut you off and you look at her in confusion. "But I found Yoohyeon and I know how to get her back." You argue before she shakes her head. "Y/n, we're in danger and what you just did could have been much worse." She chastised and your lips turned downwards. "But we're fine and I was able to find her."

"Still, that doesn't change the fact that you put yourself, and possibly Yoohyeon, in danger." The girls looked like they wanted to intervene, but decided to stay out of the argument brewing between you. "Don't you get it?" She spoke before you could even open your mouth.

"This whole thing isn't a joke. It's too dangerous!"

Minji was never once to raise her voice at you. Maybe she would reprimand you or any of the girls when you did something a little over the top, but she's never yelled at you.

"I think we need to-" But you don't listen when Bora tries to mediate the tension growing in the room as you glare back at your girlfriend.

"Call me selfish for wanting to go after Yoohyeon in my own way, I get it. But if you think that I'm taking all of this as a joke when it's her life on the line, then you must think so little of me." You say with a scowl before turning on your heel and stomping away to find whatever book Yoohyeon told you about, mind set on doing this on your own.

"Y/n, wait!" Bora hurries after you while Yubin glances at Minji's still figure, breathing heavily as she stared at the spot you previously stood.

After hours of reading and flipping through various books, Yubin came to help you when she was sure Yoohyeon's body was safe with the others, helping you find whatever spell you were looking for.

It was easier when you had help. It was also easier when the one helping you was the same person whose powers and knowledge you needed in performing the spell properly.

However, you know that there's something bothering the younger girl when she keeps glancing at you when she thinks you don't notice how her thoughts spill into your own. When you grow tired, you let out a breath before setting your book down. "Okay, out with it." Your sudden statement caused her to lift her head, blinking owlishly as she looked at you and you rub your eyes.

"I know you want to say something, Dami. Go ahead and let it out." You clarify and the said girl chewed on her lip, fingers playing with the corners of the page she was previously reading as her eyes landed on it. "I just… are you okay?" She murmurs that you barely catch what she said.

"You and Jiu unnie never fight and with Yoohyeon being gone… I wanted to know if you were alright." She says carefully and your expression softens before you let out a breath and lean back against the bed, touched with the younger girl's concern for you. "I'm okay." You reply quietly, brushing your fingers through your hair out of habit.

"I guess I was just a little hurt by what she said. Worrying about Yoohyeon, I guess it all just piled up and what she said ticked me off." You explain as the younger girl listened attentively. "I'm not mad at Jiu unnie. I understand why she was upset, and I was thinking carelessly for doing that earlier. I just…" You struggle to properly say the right words before letting out a heavy sigh.

"I just want Yoohyeon back."

Yubin shifts in her place until she's sitting beside you, rubbing your arm before resting her head on your shoulder in a comforting manner and you nearly cry at how similar her and Yoohyeon really are. "I understand." She mumbles while squeezing your arm.

Later when you prepare to go after Yoohyeon and open the portal, the rest of the girls come into the room where you found the knocked over camera.

"What's going on here?" Gahyeon asks when she observes the room's setup and you and Yubin don't bother looking up when you finish as quickly as possible. "We know how to open the portal. Since Y/n unnie was able to get to Yoohyeon before, it's easier for me to locate her and we can open the portal for her to come through." Yubin explained as you placed the camera aside, pulling the cover over it just to keep it safe for Yoohyeon.

Minji eyes you warily, taking note of how you avoid looking in her direction when you walk back to join Yubin at the center of the room. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

"What?" Bora intervened while taking a step closer. "Y/n, don't tell me you're going alone?" It's more of a demand, but you know that they're all hoping for the same answer.

"I have to. The portal won't be able to hold for long, which is why Dami and I agreed that only one of us will go in to get Yoohyeon." You explain and Minji quickly cuts in. "But what if you get stuck?"

You meet her eyes briefly before shaking your head. "I'm going to get her out of there, one way or another." You state firmly and your girlfriend bit her lip before she looked to the rest of your friends, silently pleading for them to give you some time and they all silently leave the room, except for Yubin.

When she sees the younger girl watching her, she seems hesitant. But Yubin nods in her direction before stepping out of the room to let the two of you talk before you proceeded with your plan.

"Y/n." The older girl gently takes your hand when she calls your name and you allow her to turn you around, though still refuse to lift your head to look at her.

She sighs at your stubbornness but circles her arms around you nevertheless while her chin rests on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry for what I said… it was insensitive." She apologizes when she feels your hands clutching at her shirt in the same manner you usually do. "I know that I can't take back what I said, but I want you to know that I really am sorry. If it were you and I had the choice to do what you did, I would have done the same." She whispers when she feels your leaning more against her frame.

She can feel your hands trembling as you grip at her shirt and she knows enough that you're more than terrified going into this alone.

But you weren't one to back out.

So with another sigh, she pulls away until she can see your face before cupping your cheeks in her hands, her thumbs gently caressing your skin before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips, soft and sweet like always, and your hands wrap around her wrist while letting her take the lead.

When she pulls away, she places a tender kiss to your forehead before resting her own against it, both your eyes shut as you squeeze her wrists. "Come back to me." Her voice is barely a whisper, lacking confidence as she lets her fears finally surface when her voice wavers.

It's a plea - desperate and needy.

You look into her warm brown orbs before pressing another kiss to her lips. "Always."

When the rest of the girls come back, you look at them, watching their weary eyes when Yubin approaches you and takes your girlfriend's place.

The younger girl stares at you before offering her hands. "Be safe, unnie." You give her a smile before taking them. "I'll bring her home." You respond before the swirling gray portal slowly comes in the form of smoke until it eventually turns an icy blue.

You all look towards it and your heart rages against your chest as you take a deep, calming breath.

Gahyeon holds on to her sister's hand and Bora squeezes Handong's shoulder as they all watch you step away from Yubin as she stands next to Minji, both of them holding their breaths as you disappear into the portal and leaving nothing but smoke in your wake.

Right after you have stepped through the portal, you're once again welcomed into the white and empty nothingness that contained your friend. Squinting, you cup your hands around your mouth before calling her name and listen as your voice echoes when you walk further away from the portal.

Your heart has yet to calm down. You doubt you're able to do so while you're still here.

But Yoohyeon was a priority and you needed to find her with the limited time you currently had.

"Unnie!" You see her not too far away and your expression breaks into a smile of relief as you run in her direction, catching the younger girl into your arms and squeezing her. "I knew you would be back." She mumbled against your shoulder and you breathe out before finally pulling her in the direction of the portal.

"Come on. We don't have much time, so we need to hurry back before the portal closes." You tell her and Yoohyeon nods her head when you point to the opening you came through just earlier, seeing the interior of the mansion through the smoke and feeling her own relief fill her lungs.

But after taking a few steps, the ground begins to rumble and Yoohyeon turns to you. Your eyes widen and you feel your heart jump to your throat when you notice the portal slowly shrinking.

"Whatever happens, don't stop running until you get out, do you understand me?"

You make sure she nods her head to know that she's heard you before you gave her a squeeze and then urged her forward, letting her go first as you sprinted to the direction of the portal.

You can see more smoke coming from a different direction and you look at Yoohyeon who's running a bit ahead of you. The portal was closing far too soon than you had anticipated and there was something else present that was almost warning both of you about what you were attempting to do.

With Yoohyeon in your sights, you clenched your jaw, running as best as you could until you were both nearing the portal. But just a few feet away, something grabs at Yoohyeon's leg far too for you to see what it was, but as soon as she stumbles to the ground, you react and reach for her, sweat running down your forehead as you help her, draping one arm over your shoulders.

"Come on, kiddo. We have to go home." She nods her head with a grunt, doing her best to keep up and not slow you down. You do your best in carrying her, panting when you reach the barely opened portal and you know that you have to make a quick decision.

Looking at the tired girl in your arms, you purse your lips before giving her a tight hug. "I love you. Stay safe." You whisper into her ear, and before she has the chance to even properly process your words, you push her into the portal before it's completely swallowed in smoke and eventually vanishes into nothing.

The ringing in your ears is loud when your eyes open. Everything is blurry and you can only see faint outlines of the people around you.

The sounds are muffled, but you can tell that there's conflict happening with the figures that you're seeing.

Grunting, you roll over to your side and slowly lift yourself up, right hand clutching your head as the ringing grows louder and the headache continues to throb, making you a bit disoriented before you try opening your eyes again.

Though this time, you can see the flames of Siyeon's arms, large and angry as she slams her fists against the man that stood smugly in front of them, deflecting each of their attacks. Even when Gahyeon tries to trap him in place, he uses Yubin's abilities to avoid them, dodging Minji and Handong when they charge at him, flipping them on their backs before harshly stomping on their stomachs.

There are deers and bears off to the side, and you see Yoohyeon trying to get closer to Haneul with an eagle flying by her side, circling around the male before diving in to scratch at his face, but he quickly forms a plate of ice to shield himself and then ducks down to swipe his leg under Yoohyeon's before jumping away right as Yubin appears on his right, causing her to stumble forward and collide with the taller girl.

Bora, you can see, is standing off to the side, keeping one hand to the gate's direction and keeping it locked from where she stood just to keep Haneul from reaching you. At the same time, she's trying to use whatever she could to hurl at the man and hopefully damage him in any way.

But with most of the girls out of breath or off their feet, he was able to approach her before grabbing her neck and harshly shaking her to the side.

"Let go of her!" Siyeon's voice is raw as it echoes in your ears, replacing the ringing and you finally find the strength to stand back up despite the struggle of it. Siyeon makes an attempt to throw another set of flames at him, but you react quick enough when you see how he puts Bora in front of him just as Siyeon fires.

"No!"

The desperation reaches your ears and pierces through your mind. The pain that laces Siyeon's voice and the way it cracks as she watches her own flames racing towards the love of her life as the memories of how she had burned her past home village mirrored in your own mind when it replays in hers.

Shutting her eyes tight and bracing for impact, Bora waits for the pain to hit her body, but instead, she feels herself being pushed aside.

When she opens her eyes, Haneul's hand is no longer enclosed around her throat, and instead, he's at the receiving end of Siyeon's flames.

Looking over, her eyes widen when she sees you carrying her, panting with your eyes shifting until they settle to the same pure white ones she's used to seeing long ago as Haneul stops moving and the fire burns his clothes.

Gently putting her down, you check to see if she's okay. "I'm fine." She croaks out and you stare at her for a while before she offers a smile and then nods in the other's direction. "I think you better ask them that." She chuckled and you look back to see all six girls getting back on their feet, watching as you faced Haneul again.

He turns his face to look at you, seemingly impressed by your quick response before dusting himself off. "Well, isn't that interesting." He chuckles before turning back to you with his whole attention. "And here I thought we could keep you in the dark much longer."

You sneer at him and the girls feel a bit of hope in them when they see the familiarity in your expression. But that hope only skyrockets when they hear your voice ringing in their heads.

"I'll keep him distracted, but I need some help."

Your eyes meet Yubin's and she holds your gaze for a minute before nodding her head.

"Blocking me out, are we?" Haneul tsks and you glare at him as Siyeon cracks her knuckles before letting her hands be enveloped in flames and while Gahyeon has ice crystals forming at her fingertips.

"Just returning the favor, boss." You feel something come in contact with your hand and you grip it without question as Gahyeon forms walls in various areas of the field.

You move first, running in Haneul's direction with the pipe Bora had given you, ready to swing, but before you did, you waited until he moved before sliding on your knees, stabbing the pipe to the ground to maneuver your body so you can land a kick right behind his knees.

Seeing the opportunity, Siyeon jumps right in and sends a fireball his way when Gahyeon manages to trap his leg in ice.

"That's for my girlfriend." The blue haired woman spat but Haneul slips out of the ice after melting it and then appears elsewhere, though thanks to Gahyeon's walls, Handong immediately catches his reflection when he appears before Yoohyeon is sending a pack of wolves his way, all growling and ready to bite.

"How about you play fair?" Haneul mocks you when he summons his own animals, bigger and stronger to take down the wolves Yoohyeon sent after him. "Since when were you one to play fair?" You retort while tapping the pipe against one of the walls and then swinging it in his direction when you hear the sound of it through his senses, Bora helping in propelling it to his direction with greater force.

He's quick enough to deflect it, but it crashes against one of the walls and completely destroys it.

When he's distracted enough, he doesn't notice as Yubin appears behind him with Minji next to her until the older woman manages to grab his arm, twisting it behind his back before speaking. "You look a little paralyzed, Haneul. Are you in pain?" She asks in a taunting manner, mocking him the same way he's done to all of them for the past years.

And it does the trick.

You watch as he crumbles to his knees, body convulsing in pain and Minji lets go of him before she and Yubin join all of you.

"He won't be down for long." Handong informs you and you nod your head. "Then we should go - somewhere where we can buy time." They all nod and you look at Yubin, smiling as you offer her your hand. "Mind doing the honors?"

She grins as she clasps your hand with her own and the rest follow, grabbing each other's hands as the two of you bring all eight of you to a farther, safer, location.

You and Yubin were able to transport all of you to a peaceful looking city. Though you aren't exactly sure where this is, the quietness and the less amount of people assured you that there wouldn't be that big of a chance for Haneul to find you that quick this time especially after you decided to cover your tracks.

And there was no doubt he wouldn’t start checking a small city like this.

Right after your feet settle on the ground though, you were met with seven curious eyes when you released Gahyeon’s and Yubin's hands. "What?" You ask when you dust yourself off and Bora is the first to approach you, scanning you from head to toe before she let a smirk take over her features right as she shoved your arm. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

She laughs in that same manner she usually does before she’s engulfing you in a tight hug. “God, I missed your stupid ass.” She muttered and you can’t help but smile while returning the embrace, which soon prompted all the other girls to do the same, minus Yoohyeon and Minji.

“You remember everything?” Gahyeon asks with a spark of excitement in her bright eyes and you grin while ruffling her hair. “I guess so.” Siyeon gives you another big squeeze and you rub her back as you hear her hushed voice.

“Thank you.” She murmurs against your shoulder and you smile while patting her back. “You’re welcome.” You whisper back before finally letting her go and watching as she headed to check on her girlfriend, seeing the shorter woman cupping her face when she was close enough and you hear the quiet assurances Bora gave her.

You feel a squeeze on your arm and Handong eventually pulls you into another hug, swaying your body from side to side and you laugh lightly at her before she squeezed your cheeks. “Sorry for scaring you before.” But the mischievous look in her eyes tells you that she wasn’t fully apologetic until she ends up giggling when you give her a stare at her. “Okay, maybe just a little.” She adds before moving aside when she feels the burning stare at the back of her head and Yoohyeon comes crashing into you without warning.

Your arms loop around her waist when she buries her face to your chest and you immediately feel as her body begins to shake and her sobs pierce through the quietness of the room.

The girls all watch with gentle smiles on their faces, some with tears in their own eyes as they watch with wide smiles on their faces as Yoohyeon cries into your chest and her fists lightly push against you in some form of way to get rid of the burden she’s been carrying all these years.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid! You’re so stupid and I hate you so much!” She sobbed and you let her hit your chest with her fists balled up as she continued to cry her poor heart out. “You said we were going home. You were supposed to come back with me!” She continued and all you could do was tighten your arms around her, rubbing her back to soothe her until she stopped hitting you and her crying had reduced into sniffles and small whimpers.

Breathing softly, you run your fingers through her hair and press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m so sorry.” Was all you could say, but those were all enough to bring her back into a crying mess in your arms that you had to gently lower yourself to the ground when her legs gave out.

You hold her while running your fingers through her hair and wait until she's tired herself out and cries everything out of her system, because that was obviously something she needed. And from all the thoughts you were able to hear, all the apologies, all the replayed memories, you know she needs it.

Eventually, Pie comes running out of a corner and she jumps into Yoohyeon's lap, barking, and you smile while reaching down to pet her head. "I've missed you, too." You tell her as you turn back to Yoohyeon with a gentle smile. "Are you okay now?" You ask without releasing her yet and she nods her head against your shoulder, taking in a deep breath and inhaling your scent before she finally lifted her head and looked at you.

"And here I thought I was your girlfriend." Yubin jokes, earning a few giggles from the girls as she attempts to lighten up the atmosphere. You look up at her and she smiles happily at you before she helps the two of you back on your feet. "Oh, Dami, you know that I could never be more than an unnie for Yoohyeon. Plus, I gave her to you, so I don't plan on taking her back." You joked back, earning a smack from thee said girl as she pouted.

"Oh, mean Y/n is back. I like this." Bora smirked and Yoohyeon's pout deepened as she looked at the shorter woman. "No."

As everyone breaks into laughter, you turn your head to the only person who has yet to approach you.

Minji's soft eyes meet yours and you immediately catch the way that they gloss up with unshed tears that she's trying so hard to hold back. And knowing that she wouldn't make the first step at that exact moment, you take it instead, opening your arms a bit as you offer her a small smile.

"Am I too late to come back home?"

Your voice is soft, careful, yet it's exactly the same as the last time, right before she lost you without, and it forces a tear to run down her cheek before she let out a wet laugh and shook her head. "Of course not." She chokes out, accepting your hug and pulling you into her taller frame.

"Your home is always going to be here, waiting for you."

The way she holds you is somewhere between desperate, that if she held you too loose, she'd lose you again, and gentle, as though she were scared she'd break you if she held you any tighter. But she buries her nose into your hair, basking in your familiar warmth as she tries her best to stop crying before she looks at you again.

But they don't stop because she's just undeniably relieved to have you back in her arms and that she doesn’t have to keep second guessing whether you’d remember her or not.

Years.

She’s spent years just to be back in this moment and she was glad to finally have it after all that you’ve been through.

Minji is mindful of all eyes on you and so, she pulls away with little hesitance, but her hand reaches for yours immediately, her heart skipping a beat as you lace your fingers together and give her a squeeze when you face your friends.

"I'm making the assumption that this is one of your various hideouts?" You ask curiously while glancing around and Yubin shrugs her shoulders. "We've all been busy. I had to be sure." Yoohyeon gave her girlfriend an odd look. "When did you find this place and how?" She questions. "It looks sketchy." She added while holding her dog closer to her chest and Siyeon hums as she studied the room you were all in. "We get tv, so I'm not complaining much."

Bora rolls her eyes at the comment but leans into her girlfriend while she hugs her arm, her fingers gently running over the slight burn marks on her skin from the earlier fight. "Do we, at least, have everything that's necessary? Food, water, enough beds?"

Yubin scoffs playfully at the question and Handong giggles. "Unnie, that's like insulting everything Dami's studied." The shorter woman shook her head. "I'm just making sure!" Siyeon laughed as she kissed the top of her head and Gahyeon let out a tired yawn.

"I don't know what time it is, but I'm exhausted." Just as she had said that, a faint light came from Yoohyeon's hand as she extended her hand to the floor. After a few seconds, Cherry comes running out, along with a little grey cat who, instead of running to her owner like Cherry, stretched and just sat down to look at everyone in the room.

Handong's face lit up before she crouched down and raised her arms to the feline. "Nannan! Come here!" Gahyeon sighed softly as she watched her girlfriend’s cat come bounding over for the Chinese woman to scoop up in her arms. “Why?” Gahyeon complained as she watched her girlfriend cuddle the cat and smother it with kisses. “It’s better that she’s with you guys than somewhere else.” Yoohyeon replied before turning to her own girlfriend.

“Can I-”

“Go ahead.” Yubin doesn’t let her finish talking before she nodded in your direction. “Just be sure they’re both okay with it, first.” You face the pair in curiosity and Yoohyeon huffs before speaking. “I was wondering if I could… stay in your room.” Her voice grows quieter at the end of her sentence but Bora was already snickering and you blinked before looking at Minji, who smiled softly and squeezed your hand. “I don’t see why not.”

You could feel yourself smiling as you turned back to the younger girl and then nodded your head. “Of course, you can stay with me tonight.” You look at Yubin to be sure of her decision and she nods her head while smiling back at you.

“She needs you right now.”

Later that night when you’re all settled in your respective rooms, Minji rooming with Yubin, the latter knocks her lightly against the opened door with a light smile when she sees you already dressed for bed. “Mind if I come in?” She asks softly and you sit up, shaking your head as you patted the space next to you.

“Yoohyeon is still saying goodnight to Dami.” The dark haired woman informs you when she takes a seat and you giggle while adjusting the blanket on your lap. “That doesn’t seem surprising. How are the others?” Her fingers fiddle with the edges of the blanket, humming. “They’re okay. Siyeon’s arms are a little burnt and aside from the bruises, I guess we’re all okay.”

She lifts her head to look at you, her eyes landing on the little cut on the side of your face before she carefully reached out, the tips of her fingers gently coming in contact with the wound after Haneul had hit you right before you were able to retrieve your memories.

“Do you trust me?”

You stare at her and the warmth washes over you before you slowly nodded your head, swallowing while your hands clenched into fists to steel your nerves and stop them from shaking. “I do. I trust you.”

“That’s such a shame, really.” Haneul sighs mockingly while shaking his head. “I thought you were smarter than this, Y/n. And you were one of my best employees.” His eyes meet yours before his smirk returns to his face. “It’s just too bad that you never learn.”

Within the blink of an eye, you see all of your friends all standing on the opposite side of the garden where Haneul was standing just a second ago, and Minji’s eyes widen as she sprints over to you. “Y/n!”

“Watch out!”

Right as you went to turn your head, a hand grabbed you from behind before you felt yourself thrown to the ground with brute force, your head colliding with the ground that it causes your vision to blur when the pain shoots through you.

The last thing you see are flames coming closer as the girls’ voices fade and everything finally turns dark.

“Sometimes I wish my abilities were different, more helpful.” She mutters and you gently hold the hand resting against your cheek when you lean against it, shaking your head as you stare at the older woman. “Your powers are fine as they are.” You assure her and she sighs, looking a bit weary. “But what good are they if I can’t even protect you and the girls?”

You lower both your hands to your lap and glare at her. “I told you, it isn’t your job to protect the whole group. We look after each other, it isn’t your responsibility alone.” But it doesn’t erase the frown on her face. “But you got hurt and the others, too. We’re constantly moving from one time and place to another and there’s been nothing I could do to stop any of this.”

“Stop that, what happened wasn’t your fault. We didn’t know.” You reply while squeezing her hand. “I put myself in danger when I knew the risks, Haneul coming after us wasn’t something you could control either, so please… stop carrying everything on your own when you don’t have to.” You tell her and she could feel tears building up in her eyes as she slowly nodded her head.

The time apart may have made her even more emotional than she already was, but she didn’t bother hiding that fact as she rested her forehead against yours with tears falling down her cheeks and you reached up to gently brush them away. Just making sure that you were really there with her, knowing who she was, that was all she needed right now.

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moody-blues-requiem · 4 years ago

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Halloween Heat (Naga Fugo x afab reader)

ok I’ll admit, this one is rather self indulgent

warnings for oviposition (egg pregnancy), biting, and a touch of aphrodisiacs. N/s/f/w under the cut.

Halloween was by far your favorite time of year. The air chilled, trees across the countryside were ablaze with bright red, orange, gold, brown, beautiful leaves, apples were in season (as well as apple cider), jack-o-lanterns decorated every doorstep. Your days of trick-or-treating were long gone, but you’d never stopped dressing up, and handing out treats to precious costumed kids and families was always such a joy.

And of course, it was around Halloween that your boyfriend, Pannacotta Fugo, fell into his yearly heat.

It always started with touch. He held your hand more often, hugs lingered just a few seconds longer. Eventually, Fugo was practically a cuddle machine, wrapping his thick snake tail around you to keep you locked in his grasp while he snuggled into the warmth of your body. Maybe it had something to do with the weather growing cold, Fugo was always a bit sluggish in the winter and more energetic in the spring and summer, but regardless. Following the increased touching was smell. He explained to you that his heat made it like he could barely smell anything that didn’t smell like you. You could hear him inhaling your scent during hugs, and on a couple occasions caught him rummaging through your laundry. He was embarrassed every time, but you were a good sport about it, stripping off whatever top you wore and tossing it his way. “Here, catch. It’s still warm, you’ll like it more.” He would flick his tongue happily and practically rub his face into the fabric. You weren’t sure if he was marking your stuff with his scent, or marking himself with yours.

The obsession with your smell was always the final warning sign. Without fail, the next morning he would be warm to the touch, feverish but not sick, and painfully horny. For the rest of the year Fugo’s sex drive was relatively low, like he saved it up to take it out on you, all in one day. It was brutal and exhausting in a way that you absolutely loved. And this year, it happened to fall exactly on Halloween.

When you finally made it out of the bedroom, covered in bite marks (you loved his short little fangs, but god did they leave noticeable marks) and his cum, you knew you wouldn’t be answering the door for any trick-or-treaters tonight. But you still had candy apples to prepare, and damn it if you weren’t going to dress up, even if the costume would be shredded away by Fugo’s clawed fingertips. Fugo whined whenever you tried to leave him, wrapping his inhumanly strong tail around your legs, cementing you in place. A couple rounds of rough sex later and when you were so overstimulated you thought you might die without a break, Fugo agreed to let you go. “But come back in an hour!” he said, his tail coiling around himself. You rummaged through the top dresser drawer, where you kept a nice collection of bedroom toys, for Fugo’s favorite fleshlight. Extra wide, perfect for accommodating both of his hemipenes at the same time.

You worked on the treats as fast as you could, coating fresh apples in homemade caramel and setting up a little fan to dry them faster. A large bowl of assorted candies was left on your porch and a note offering guests as much as they wanted. When the apples dried, you wrapped them in little baggies and set them out with the candy too.

It was tough keeping focused when you could hear Fugo so desperately moaning your name, just a short distance away.

In the privacy of your bathroom you slipped into a costume that was more lingerie than anything, with a cloth loosely wrapped around your head and a plastic flute in hand. It was cheesy as all hell, but what other situation would call for a slutty snake charmer costume?

The sun was setting as you knocked on the bedroom door, only getting a moan in response. You entered, smirking devilishly at your boyfriend. His inky black scares shone with iridescence in the sunset’s glow, hair a disheveled mess, panting hard. His cocks were still hard and dripping precum, as they were when you had left him earlier, but he had made an absolute mess of the fleshlight.

“What are you…. What’s with the head wrap?” Fugo asked between breaths.

“It’s my costume! I’m a snake charmer, can’t you tell?”

Fugo couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head, chuckling softly. “You’re lucky I’m not a cobra hybrid, like real snake charmers have. My bites would be a lot worse.”

“They make antivenin,” you replied, causing Fugo to sit up in response. “Babe!” He exclaimed. “Don’t let me poison you just because I’m horny!”

“Speaking of that,” you purred, tracing over the length of his lower cock with the tip of your prop flute, “do you need any help with that? I could charm you, put you into a trance, so you don’t feel so--”

“No,” he said, before shaking his head. “I-I mean, I do want your help, but… the trance won’t be necessary. I need you, I need to feel you, I… I--”

His mind fogged over with lust and you felt his tail wrapping around you once again, pulling you in for who knows how many rounds.

He always started with one cock, letting the other brush over your folds and clit while he stretched you out with the first. He wouldn’t admit to having a pattern, but you noticed he always started with his upper dick. Nagas were known for having two penises (“hemipenes” was the scientific term), typically a little larger than the average human penis, ridged, and with a tapered end instead of a rounded head. Fugo held nothing back, desperately rutting his hips against yours, filling the room with the lewd mix of both your whines and the wet slapping of his hips crashing into you. You were on your hands and knees, ass in the air and face buried in the pillows, but your loud moans were barely muffled. Fugo leaned forward, biting your neck, fangs pumping a mild aphrodisiac into your bloodstream-- a fun little feature that only happened when a naga was in heat. You groaned and came around him, vision whiting out from the intensity of it all.

When it was Fugo’s turn to cum, you were surprised when he pulled out. “Wh… noooo,” you whined, hips rolling. “Get back here!”

“I… it’s time,” he said, pumping his lower, longer cock in his hand. “Are you ready for my clutch?”

Fugo’s bottom cock-- an ovipositor, really, made to penetrate your cervix and fill you with a clutch of his eggs-- twitched in response to your nod. You rolled over to your back, spreading your legs, giving Fugo a perfect view of your cum-soaked pussy. “Breed me full, Pannacotta.”

The aphrodisiac venom pumping through your blood heightened your pleasure and dulled your pain, making the sensation of Fugo’s long cock pressing at the head of your cervix feel like heaven. You had loosened up, mentally and physically, leaving little resistance for Fugo as he slid in you, deeper than ever. It was only a couple pumps of his hips before he moaned, “here it comes…”, and the feeling of the first egg passing into you. Your brain exploded into stars, your orgasm nearly ripping away your consciousness as it shuddered through your body. The eggs were squishy but firm, almost like a hard-boiled egg, and they filled your womb with ease. Fugo’s clawed hand rubbed over your belly and, when he could feel the little lumps in your womb, he came hard, coating your stomach with white.

Your stomach looked oddly lumpy and bloated when he finally pulled out, but you whined at the loss of contact. “I know, I know,” he hushed. The eggs signaled the end of his heat and he flopped down, exhausted, drawing you into his arms and letting his hands rest on your full belly. “One of these years… when we’re both ready…. We’ll make sure these take,” he said softly, dreamily. The post-sex haze had him feeling sappy. “Have a couple of little nagas of our own slithering around.”

“I’d love that,” you replied, sappy and sentimental yourself. “I bet they’ll be smart like their father--”

“And mother,” Fugo added. “You’re every bit my equal.”

His tail coiled around you, squeezing you a bit tighter, like he was hugging you with his whole body. You stayed that way for a few minutes, exhausted in one another’s arms, before you realized that Fugo had fallen asleep.

The sheets would definitely have to be thrown out in the morning, you thought. But tonight, everything could wait.

#pannacotta fugo #jjba fugo #vento aureo #golden wind #n/s/f/w #my writing #halloween spooktacular #va

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flutteringdreams-matw · 3 years ago

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Out of Time (15)

First/Last Read on AO3 Word Count: 6953

Previously: Dan went after Lancer but thankfully Danny flew in for the rescue. After their latest scrimmage, Lancer manages to save Danny and contact Tucker to put up the shield. Honestly - some very good friendship scenes with Tucker and Lancer.... with a semi-brutal fight in between. I suggest reading it before this.

Now: The final showdown? CW: Brutal fight, graphic descriptions of injuries, blood and ectoplasm up ahead. Please let me know what you think! Feel free to drop a reply or reblog whatever. Posting early cause I'm exhausted and will be equally so next week. Next chapter will be out on Sunday (link will be in the replies!)

Wind whipped at Danny's hair as he knelt on top of the last bits of his shield. He frowned, looking down at the glowing hand as it absorbed more energy. I have to do this he thought, watching his hand shake, the bruises on it a stark contrast to the ripped white gloves. Sighing, he pushed himself up; glancing at the last eighth of the shield that still protected the town. He closed his eyes, using the shield to look for his family in the chaos below. An image of Jazz, his Mom, Valerie and Vlad standing around talking greeted him. No sign of his Dad or Danielle. He wished he got to talk with them too. I'm still here, he thought to them. He sighed deeply, opening his eyes to scan the town. I'll come back.

A grim smile washed across his face as the Fenton Shield finally activated, pulsing through the town up and outward. It completed itself, protecting the town just inches below where he stood. They'll be safe now. He could hear the distant screeches of the shadows being pushed out of the town, the roars of the Far Frozen as they charged forward to the outskirts. He turned to the outer rim of the shield, scanning the skies for Ethelwulf and Sam. Eventually he found the large winged wolf spiralling through the air and cutting through the shadows, making them disappear. Ethelwulf stopped spinning and a small figure landed on his back. Danny chuckled fondly as the figure shot through five ghosts, making them explode and disappear. At least they're okay.

A roar of anger brought him out of his musings. His green eyes found Dan quickly; the future Phantom was clawing at the shield with vigour, red eyes burning with anger and destruction. Danny watched at a distance, stone faced, as Dan continued to attack the shield.

Danny had once asked Clockwork how he could face what he was. He had been naïve then- how could he not face him. All the guilt, fear and self-doubt he felt stemmed from how he saw his future.

A future that will never exist again.

Suddenly he felt determined, feeling green ecto-energy dance around his aura. He glared at the angry spectre, waiting in anticipation until Dan noticed him.

It didn't take long; Dan stopped his onslaught, turning slowly toward his younger self. Blue flames danced in the air as red eyes bore green. The dark clouds overhead swirled, rumbles of thunder off in the distance. On some level, Danny recognized the sign of an Ecto-Storm brewing.

Dan smiled crudely, looking across the shield to his prey. The hatred and loathing for the other almost suffocated them both.

They flew at each other at the same time, clashing with an explosion of green energy above the city.

:-=-:

"It was his idea," Tucker relayed, his breathing was laboured. "If Ethelwulf and Sam are out there, they're going after him. I-I didn't want to do it."

Maddie sighed, looking toward her companions with unease. Jazz sat aboard Valerie's sled, eyes darting over the mother's face for some kind of clue to what was going on. Valerie's expression was unreadable, looking forward to the town and pretending Plasmius didn't exist. The ghost in question looked above, a concerned frown directed at what was left of Danny's shield. "I know Tucker," she told him gently. "We're headed over to the edge now; get some of those Shadow Ghosts out of the way before going after him."

"I'll meet you there," Jack replied instantly. "Danielle and I can fight through the Northwest and meet you. Danny's not going in there alone."

Maddie smiled. "No, no he isn't" she agreed.

"Mrs. Fenton," Tucker started, and then paused. He sighed deeply before he continued. "Do you… do you have a thermos with you?"

Maddie frowned at the question and then mouthed the word 'thermos' to Jazz. Jazz gave her a quizzical look before holding up the object in question. Valerie bristled as she looked in their direction. Plasmius' concerned frown now looked to Maddie. "Yes, Jazz does."

"If… if you see Danny, suck him in," Tucker said quickly, guilt bubbling through his voice. Maddie made a noise of protest but Tucker cut across her. "He's hurt - he's hurt bad Mrs. F. We need to get him back to FentonWorks and I'm not confident my shield will let him in without being in there."

Maddie paled at his words.

Jazz frowned worriedly. "Mom, what is it? What's wrong?"

"How bad," Jack whispered. Maddie couldn't find her voice.

"Like he should have keeled over five hours ago bad."

"Danielle said something happened to his core," Jack said worriedly. "Mads, you have Plasmius there right? He may know."

Violet eyes glanced in Plasmius' direction. "What's wrong with his core?"

Jazz gasped, Valerie's eyes narrowed as Vlad looked sombrely at the woman. "I don't know," he replied softly. "But he's stuck as Phantom for the time being. His core energy is keeping him there."

Maddie gasped softly, hearing Tucker swear and Jack make a pained noise.

The shield shook as something attacked it overhead. Maddie pursed her lips as she looked above. "What are Ecto-Enhancers?" she asked the half-ghost, bringing her eyes back to him in the process. She barely heard Tucker's brief explanation to Jack.

Vlad frowned at the question before looking exasperated. "He didn't tell you?" he asked instead. He sighed when a glare met his eyes. "Basically a power up of energy - I gave them to Daniel so he could heal faster if he needed to. He's taken at least one. It's working, albeit slowly."

Maddie frowned, running through calculations in her head. Valerie scowled in his direction.

"Didn't you also say that Phantom was flying into battle while juiced up?"

Plasmius flinched under the hard glare Jazz and Maddie gave him. "They're not steroids girl; they're like an energy drink. I'm sure you've frequented them with your extra-curriculars." Valerie growled in response. "But yes, he is."

Maddie sighed, locking eyes with Jazz worriedly. "You know him best Jazz. What's his next move?"

Jazz frowned in thought. "He's going back out there," she said. "Like I said, Dan's jealous of Phantom - meaning Dan's going to be acting irrationally." Her eyes widened. "We need to focus on the shadows Mom; I think with the amount of duplication and shadows his mind is weakening. He's definitely slowing down. If Danny can outsmart him, he might have a chance."

Maddie nodded in consent, looking toward the perimeter of the Fenton Shield again. She glanced at Plasmius. "Will he hold out until then?"

Plasmius scoffed. "If I know anything about that boy, he won't back down easily," he said with fond bitterness. "If we act quickly, he'll be more likely to succeed."

Valerie watched their reactions slowly, fully realizing that she did not know as much as she thought she did. The Fentons had a truce with Phantom, they knew about Vlad but they all can't care about this ghost that much?

"Fine! Destroy ghosts! But can you really take part in destroying a human?"

Her eyes widened at the memory, gaze resting on Mrs. Fenton and Jazz with a thoughtful frown. Did they know he was half human too?

"Hey! What about the Fentons?! Phantom had asked her.

Valerie laughed, inspecting one of her weapons. "Are you kidding?! Before your truce, they couldn't catch a ghost if it was living under their own roof!"

The ghost boy's eyes furrowed slightly, a small twinkle in his eye before he responded. "True."

"We'll find our boy," Maddie vowed softly to Jack on the line. "We'll find Danny."

Valerie's eyes widened further, a small gasp escaping her lips as her eyes darted upward. She called him Danny, she thought widely. The pieces clicked quickly in her mind, guilt and horror rising within her.

Where's he running off to all the time?

"You really risked your neck to save that Fenton kid." Valerie found herself smiling at her Dad's comment. "Yeah. I like him a lot. Maybe even enough to give up ghost hunting."

It was eating her to say it, Danny didn't deserve this. "I've had a lot of fun these last few days, but my life's way too complicated right now for us to be anything other than... friends." He stammered out in disbelief before she pushed through. "There's something important I have to do and I don't want you to get hurt because of it." She wasn't going to let Danny Phantom ruin anyone else's life.

"Are you kidding?! Before your truce, they couldn't catch a ghost if it was living under their own roof!"

I know you, don't I?

A huge explosion of green energy made them all jump, eyes glued to the sky above them. "Danny…?" Valerie breathed. Danny Fenton. Danny Phantom. Guilt filled her chest, realizing for the first time how wrong she had been.

She barely heard Jazz whisper his name behind her. The world as at a standstill, her green eyes watching as two figures clashed overhead.

"Valerie?" She jumped, looking down to Jazz's worried face. The red head's eyes scanned Valerie's face, grimly noticing the silent distress the teen hunter was in. Jazz sighed, shaking her head. "Let's go."

:-=-:

Sam landed gracefully on Ethelwulf's back, watching as more of the shadows explode with a satisfied smirk. "Nice catch Ethelwulf," she said to the ghost. She felt his laugh before she heard it.

"Nice shooting," he replied back. His yellow eye looked back toward her. "The shield's up." An unspoken request passed between them; the ghost flew upward, gliding in the air as Sam looked behind them. Four shadow ghosts gaining on their tail. She made move to shoot, but with a battle cry Skulker crashed into two of them, dragging them below. She shot at the other two as Ethelwulf levelled himself in the air.

Her eyes darted over the shield, anxiously searching until she found him. "Danny," she breathed, relaxing as she saw him standing above the shield. Ethelwulf looked down hastily, yellow eyes scanning the shield below also. "He's okay!"

"Sam," Ethelwulf replied seriously. "He's not alone."

The girl stiffened, skimming the shield again until she saw the other ghost at the shield. Dan and Danny were staring at each other, the air thick with tension as they watched the other's move. Sam frowned as thunder rumbled overhead. He wouldn't…

"I will do whatever it takes to protect the people I care about."

Sam's breath hitched in her throat. He would. "We need to get down there," she said hurriedly. Ethelwulf dove as a reply. Sam grabbed his fur tightly, silently willing him to go faster. He obliged, just as both Phantoms took flight, ecto-blasts at the ready. "No!" she cried, watching with dread as they collided, the shockwaves of the collision blowing back and blocking them from interfering. Ethelwulf grunted, black wings flapping against the wind and stopping him from losing control.

"I'm alright," he assured before Sam got to ask. His normally calm voice was tight with anger. They watched from above as both Danny and Dan flew at each other, equally matched as they traded blows.

The Phantoms moved quickly, neither seemed to notice when an ecto-blast struck their bodies. They rushed forward, both trying to inflict some blow to weaken the other.

Ethelwulf frowned as blue electricity hit into a blue flamed punch. "I don't think he can keep this up for much longer."

Sam bit her lip, watching anxiously as they finally bounced back, floating with chests heaving. Ethelwulf was right; they needed to stop this soon…before… "Can you get close to them?"

Ethelwulf turned his head to her. "I can try, but the amount of power they're using will make it difficult. It's going to be a bumpy ride."

Sam charged the bazooka and turned on her wrist ray. "Let's do this."

Ethelwulf charged with a roar, attempting to get closer as the shockwaves pushed back again. Sam braced herself, taking aim at Dan. Suddenly, they were bombarded by the shadow ghosts, blocking their path as they lunged. Sam gasped, extending her arm and firing her wrist ray, hitting a few. Ethelwulf dove, attempting to lose them but they followed, their low screeches of anger echoing under the explosions of the Phantoms. Sam fired wildly, ignoring how her stomach turned at the sudden descent and speed. They needed to get to Danny.

Ethelwulf glided in the air, growling before he charged for the ghosts again, waves of ecto-energy flying back against them. Sam hit the remaining and soon they were free of them. She let out a small sigh of relief before she turned, coming face to face with more of the shadows. "I'm all about the dark and creepy," Sam yelled frustrated as she fired. "But this is getting ridiculous!"

Ethelwulf and Sam readied themselves before hearing a whine of a guitar, two guitar chords and watched as two giant fists rammed into their nearest foes. Sam looked up and recognized Ember's fiery blue hair, smiling smugly above her.

"Can't let you have all the fun," she said, turning her guitar dial up idly. "Besides, I want some pay back. That clown isn't the only one with an army!" Ember whistled, and up flew many of the ghosts hiding in Amity; Sam recognized Box Ghost, Dora, Wulf as they charged too. She looked up at the floating ghost and nodded in thanks. Ember scowled, scanning the crowd. "Just get the ghost kid - I don't do 'I owe yous'!"

She didn't need to be told twice. "Let's go," Sam muttered to the wolf ghost. He raced upward again, towards the top of the shield as the she heard the crackling electricity of the ecto-blasts. Then all too suddenly, it stopped. Sam paled at the eerie quiet it left behind. Ethelwulf reached the top not long after to find no trace of either Phantom. "Ethelwulf…" Sam said, trailing off.

An explosion away from the city caught both of their attentions. Sam frowned, watching the brilliant green light up the forest, bringing down some of the trees. "They teleported," Ethelwulf said quietly.

They stayed only a moment longer, watching the Far Frozen soldiers race out into battle before they took off after the Phantoms.

:-=-:

He didn't realize they had teleported until his back crashed into a tree.

Danny gasped as he shot upward, dodging a glowing green hand as it swiped from where he once was. A snarl from behind him was the only indication that he was being followed. Danny's hand lit up in green, wildly throwing ecto-blasts at Dan as he flew faster, white hair whipping back.

A ball of blue flames narrowly missed him, making the teen hiss involuntarily as he started to zigzag. Eventually he flipped in the air, his hands a blue-white as two electrical ice blasts aimed directly at Dan hit his mark. Both Phantoms stopped, glaring at each other from across the sky.

Their battles were nothing compared to the sheer desperation to win that currently encompassed every ounce of their bodies. Out of breath, Danny quickly assessed Dan; the evil Phantom was panting, red eyes manic with repressed rage. His suit was tattered, revealing small injuries that he got through their scuffle. Some part of him felt relieved that Dan no longer had the upper hand. Green eyes glanced briefly to the flash of green lightning above, frowning slightly as Dan smiled. Dammit.

Danny barely had time to throw up a hasty shield as Dan teleported in front of him. In one quick movement, the older Phantom punched straight into Danny's shield, pushing the boy backward in the air as it broke. Wasting little time, Dan's hand glowed green with small knives of ecto-energy, stabbing the boys injured leg as he pulled Danny toward the ground. Dan's hand moved down his leg, a trail of ectoplasm in its wake.

Danny bit back scream as Dan brought them toward the ground at an alarming speed. Ignoring all logic, his right eye turned blue, releasing a small ectoplasmic pulse from his core. Dan cried out, letting go as both Phantoms losing control in the air. Shaking his head, Danny regained his bearings, flying at Dan with icicles at the ready. One managed to pierce Dan's shoulder, the older howling in pain. The icicle melted just as Danny tackled him to the ground.

Danny staggered upright, faltering as he stood on his bad leg. He managed to roll further from the downed evil ghost, trying and failing to stand again.

Dan was faster on his feet; he groaned but flew up. He hovered as red eyes darting around looking for his prey. Once found, Dan threw his arm outwards and blasted Danny into the trees behind him with a yelp. The impact of the boy hitting the last tree broke it as he slid lower to the ground.

He tried to voice a small ow, but winced heavily as a set of sparks danced through him. He moved as quickly as he could, grimacing again as he tried to stand. He needed to keep moving, he needed to find Sam and Ethelwulf, he needed -

"There you are." Dan's voice fluttered from above him.

He needed to fight.

Breathing heavily, Danny gripped the tree trunk as he pulled himself upright. Taking inventory of his powers, he realized with disdain that he couldn't keep this up much longer. He had seen what would happen next; he was out of time.

Thunder and lightning rumbled through the sky as Danny met Dan's glare. "You told them." Dan stated coldly.

"I thought we were over that," Danny said sardonically, running his hand through his hair. He winced slightly as he touched a new bruise forming. "Remember - the part where you threw me like a Frisbee into the school?"

Dan growled in response. More lightning above them. Danny frowned, watching the lightning move through the clouds. It was different than last time.

"What's so different about you, Danny?" Dan asked darkly. "Why did Clockwork try so hard for you? Why do our parents get to accept you?"

He was slightly taken aback at the question, brow furrowing as too many thoughts crossed his mind at once.

Dan scoffed at the lack of an answer. "You're still the same selfish asshole that I was," he said. "They died because of you."

Danny had heard it all before - it had been a running commentary in his mind for the better part of a year… and yet something in Dan's tone had him shaking his head. "No," he replied in a low voice. It was a simple answer, and as soon as he said it, there was none of the guilt or anger for himself left in him from the alternate timeline. Dan's face contorted in rage as more lightning streaked across the sky. "No."

Before Dan could react, Danny teleported; disappearing from Dan's wrath to get some sort of distance away. He dropped out of the air, faltering again and took inventory in his surroundings. He had reappeared in the destroyed clearing from their first battle earlier in the day. It's far enough.

Danny heard Dan's roar over the thunder that rumbled overhead. He braced himself, ignoring the throbbing pain of his left leg as he planted himself in place just as Ethelwulf taught him. Dan landed across from him with force, creating a crater around him.

"I'm not done with you boy," Dan snarled, red eyes glowing menacingly. "I want to know what makes you so special that you changed my destiny?"

"Your Vlad is showing," Danny sassed before he could stop himself. "Destiny? Really? You made a choice dumbass. I made different ones." His green eyes glowed in retaliation. "We're not the same, not anymore."

Something in Dan broke. "YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS!" he roared, green ecto-energy whipping up around him. Green eyes snapped at Dan's feet, finally confirming that Dan's Ecto-Storm was coming. "What are you anyway? Human."

Danny's eyes narrowed, feeling his own deep raw energy itching to be released too. This was his last card left to play, and if he timed it right, he could finish this.

"So you're saying raw energy is basically a bomb waiting to go off at any point?"

If it didn't finish him first.

"Actually," Danny said coolly, watching as Dan's entire body shake with emotion. "Yeah, I am. And my friends? My family? They're alive because of it."

An inhumane growl escaped Dan's throat, red eyes shining brightly as green energy whipped around him. Danny's face was grim as he watched Dan's Ecto-Storm finally manifest, interacting with the clouds above. Dan's body was encased in the swirling vortex of energy, his animalistic noises becoming more feral as a red version of the Phantom emblem appeared at his feet. Violent whips of energy tore trees from roots around. Red eyes found green and with a yell released strong waves of energy toward the boy.

Danny was ready for the attack - his right eye turned blue; emblem appeared at his feet in a burst of light, a large shield blocking the onslaught.

:-=-:

Tucker swallowed as the he watched the screens helplessly. Danny and Dan had disappeared into the forest again, the large mass of ecto-energy following. He saw the signs, and hoped desperately for two things; for Danny not to be so stupid, and for Danny to be the one actually creating the storm. The alternative was too scary to imagine.

Clockwork grunted, gripping his staff as the entire lab turned toward him. Tucker frowned, abandoning the console to head toward the Time Master. "What is it?" he asked. When Clockwork made no inclination to answer, Tucker sighed. "It's Danny isn't it? He's the one stopping time?"

Clockwork looked up, red eyes glancing over the teen like he was seeing him for the first time. "We're nearing the paradox," he said gravely, nodding his head. "I can no longer see the present, only the past. The effects of the Time Medallion are affecting him now."

Another flash of light appeared on the screen. Tucker didn't look at it, teal green eyes staring into Clockwork's. "How long?" Tucker asked evenly.

Clockwork did glance at the screen, watching as some of the buttons stopped flashing and then continue at random intervals now that Tucker wasn't at the console. Time was stopping at random.

"Now."

:-=-:

The lightning made it difficult for them to follow by air. Ethelwulf dove into the forest, flying through the trees as he scanned the area for either Phantom.

Sam was stiff on his back, doing the same. She looked up at more of the green lightning danced across the sky. "Ethelwulf," she whispered. Danny wouldn't use the Ecto-Storm like this… would he?

"It's not his," Ethelwulf said quietly.

Her fear only grew at his confirmation. "Dan - Dan has it too!?"

"Clockwork had said Dan used in the last clash these two had," he explained quickly. "Though never to this extent. I'm sure Danny's wail surprised him enough catch him off guard. Danny has the element of surprise again."

Sam bit her lip. "He's hurt."

Ethelwulf flew faster. "I know," he replied. He glanced at her briefly. "I told him I would not let him die. We need to get to him before -"

A giant swirling mass of ecto-energy interrupted him, stopping them in their tracks. Sam gasped as an Ecto-Storm appeared before them.

"Shit," Sam bit out. She reloaded a Fenton Bazooka hastily, watching as power whipped around them. "Ethelwulf we have to hurry."

The wolf ghost took off again.

:-=-:

"NO!" Dan bellowed, shaken as he watched his younger self push back against the attack. Danny ignored him, stopping the raw energy from attacking. "How!?" His disbelief fuelled his anger, which in turn fuelled the attack more.

Danny grunted, pushing back against the attack as lightning tried to strike him from the sky. Everything hurt. Everything. The raw energy that now flooded him was only just holding Dan at bay. Focus he told himself. Focus on that line between life and death. Find the balance. Electricity sparked from his shield as he poured energy back into it. If he wanted to survive, he needed to remember his training.

"You can't have this power!" he heard Dan yell over the strong crackles of electricity and howls of the wind. "This is mine. You don't get to have it all!"

Was this what Clockwork warned me of? He thought, ignoring the now burning pain from his side; old wounds started to open again. Is this all I can do? Danny shook his head, gritting his teeth. No, he could do more. He had to do more.

He was tired – run ragged from the day's fights. Danny couldn't let Dan win - it wasn't an option.

Promise me you'll win.

Sam's voice echoed in his mind, reminding him of his promise. She had asked him to come back alive.

He had to try.

Danny let his own powers push outward, feeling not only raw but core energy expend out of him. His aura glowed, ecto-energy swirling around his feet now as it encased him. With his Ecto-Storm released – pain shot through Danny's entire being as electricity from his core mixed in. He faltered slightly before digging in his heels, releasing his own streams of raw blue-white energy toward Dan. He still had control - he could still win.

"The things you need to fight for? That makes you more dangerous too." Ethelwulf had told him that… it was time he believed it.

Their attacks clashed in the middle, both streams of energy pushing back against the other as both Phantoms fought for dominance. Dan was lost in a sea of rage, snarling madly at the young teen with such malice. Danny kept his attack focused, pushing forward, sheer determination and will driving him far beyond his limit.

"Danny!"

Focus broken for a slight moment, he turned at the fear filled voice as Sam and Ethelwulf flew forward from the cover of trees. Even from a distance, Danny could see the terror on her face.

Unfortunately, so did Dan. With a wicked smile, he turned, arm outstretched in their direction. A wave of blue flames and green ecto-energy flew toward them. Ethelwulf stopped advancing, bringing his wings together and shielding them both from the onslaught. Dan laughed, a twist between sadistic and manic laughter as his powers grew, anger and resentment pushing the storm outward toward the town.

Danny's eyes darted to Amity Park, to Ethelwulf and Sam and then back to his older self. Dan had lost sense of control, fully engulfed in the ecstasy of his raw energy. There was no way her could protect them all.

Danny felt himself fading, knees threatening to buckle. I can't win this he thought hopelessly.

You can.

The world slowed drastically, the ecto-energy dancing in the wind. Danny knees gave way, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up and a translucent figure of himself - his human self - stood before him, smiling gently.

"You can do this," Fenton assured. His Ecto-Storm still flowed outward, beautifully painting the world around them with blue, white and green light in slow motion. "What do you want from all this?"

Sam had asked him the same thing earlier. "I can't… I'm not enough…" he said breathlessly. He shook his head. I'm going to die.

Fenton scoffed. "You are," he said fiercely. "You're just afraid to admit it. Danny, you have the power to stop this. You've had it for a year now. You can finally end this." A translucent hand reached out to him. "So let me ask you again: what do we want?"

Danny stared at the offered hand, his mind racing. Fenton looked slighted bemused, watching his counterpart with mismatched eyes. He didn't fear Dan. He didn't even fear himself.

Danny feared power - and what that power would do to him.

To move forward, he needed to embrace Ecto-Storm.

A look of purpose washed across his face as he grabbed the hand, staggering upright. Thoughts of Frostbite and his people, Ethelwulf, Clockwork, Jazz, his parents, Tucker and Sam filled him to the brim, one common theme shaking him to his core. What did he want?

Phantom and Fenton both turned toward Dan, eyes narrowing in determination. "Ready?" he asked Fenton, thinking back to their conversation in his bedroom.

His human half nodded, a small grim smile on his face. "Ready." He confirmed.

Their eyes glowed as time started again. Fenton disappeared, leaving Danny alone within the Ecto-Storm of his own creation. He let his powers flow freely, giving in to the instinctive use of his power, the one he never felt ready to use. His eyes glanced over to Ethelwulf's determined yellow eyes, protecting him and Sam from the onslaught of the ghosts. His shield was holding. Briefly, his blue- green eyes managed to find a pair of fearful violet eyes behind the shield. I'm sorry.

Dan roared, getting the younger Phantom's attention once more. Dan took off in the air, flying at Danny's Ecto-Storm with drive. Danny felt the will of Dan attempting to get to him; slicing through his attack with force. Danny pushed back, watching as Dan's Ecto-Storm battle with his; fire and ice trying to hurt the other.

Danny felt something stir in his core, painfully reminding him of the first time he used this power. He was afraid then; he wasn't anymore. His pupils disappeared, blue and green ecto-energy shining brightly as electricity and ice joined the battle, pushing his emblem outward to rival Dan's. The older Phantom clawed at Danny, beyond reason as he attempted to get to the teen. Blue flames danced at his feet as the two storms started to merge.

What did he want?

Dan made it through Danny's defences, flying to the centre with a vengeful smile. Danny's breathing was too loud in his ears now, realizing it was time.

To see his friends and family alive.

To win.

Danny's eyes shone brightly as the world turned white.

Scorching heat and bitter cold danced around them…

Dan's shocked face just as he reached Danny, arm reaching for the boy's chest…

…The world exploded in pain…

…An explosion…

…Darkness…

:-=-:

Sam gasped, bringing her hands up to shield herself from the bright white light. The explosion pulsed outward, levelling trees and sent small shockwaves throughout the area. Ethelwulf sunk to the ground, breathing hard as the explosion died down.

"Ethelwulf!" Sam cried, looking at the large black wolf.

"I'm alright," he replied, yellow eyes finding her worried ones. "Are you?" She nodded, silently marvelled at Ethelwulf's power to still have his shield around them. "Good," he said softly, standing slowly. "That's …" The ghost trailed off, looking away from her to the destruction beyond her.

Sam followed his gaze, gasping slightly. Debris was everywhere, Sam noticed, as she watched the remnants of the Ecto-Storm disappear. The ground was broken, split apart from the raw power from the fight, the tree trunks cracked and half and blue fire patches danced around large figures of non-melted ice. Sam's eyes scanned the battlefield before she saw it; Danny's emblem, still alight, was shrinking slowly... but her best friend was nowhere in sight.

Dan's red emblem was completely gone.

"Danny," Sam whispered, dread settling into the pit of her stomach. She started running long before she realized Ethelwulf was calling her back. "Danny!" she yelled, hoping he would answer. Her voice echoed in the eerie silence. Sam ran, jumping over tree trunks, occasionally tripping over roots as she tried to find him. It took a few minutes, but she found him just as his emblem finally disappeared.

She paused for a moment, horrified as she took in his appearance from a few feet away.

Danny, still miraculously in his ghost form, lay on his side, limbs askew. Even from this far away, she could see the amount of sickly green ectoplasm that he was covered in. Swallowing the bile in her throat, Sam continued running, faster from before. Once close, she skidded on her knees, slowing her speed and scrambled to him. "Danny," she croaked, eyes wide and disbelief.

He was worse than the last time she saw him. There was a nasty bruise on the side of his head; multiple small cuts up and down his body that made his skin seem even more other worldly than normal. The purple handprint bruise on his neck was more visible now, burned and varying shades of blue. His jumpsuit was ripped across his left shoulder, which appeared to come out of his socket, showed magnificent bruises and large burns from an earlier fight. His left leg was covered in ectoplasm, long gashes from his calf to his knee.

He was barely breathing.

Anything the ecto-enhancer managed to heal had reversed in the last fight. Sam looked down, alarmed at that realization and instinctively put her hands on Danny's side. The injury had reopened, gushing large amounts of ectoplasm. He shuddered beneath her, wheezing erratically.

"Come on Danny, stay with me!" Sam said to him hysterically. She brought one of her hands to his face, smearing it with his own ectoplasm. "You aren't dying today – you promised." No answer. "Eth-" Sam tried to yell, coming out in a half sob. Sam took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in her throat before she tried again. "Ethelwulf!" Sam yelled desperately. She felt a rush of air as Ethelwulf flew to her, hovering slightly before landing.

"Danny," he said gravely, concerned yellow eyes taking in his appearance before coming closer.

Sam paid him no mind as he started inspecting his lower body. "Danny, come on," she said worriedly, trying to rouse the boy in front of her. His face scrunched, shallow wheezing breaths becoming more pronounced. His eyes fluttered, opening ever so slightly.

Sam sighed as she looked down at his electric green eyes. "Thank goodness," she breathed. Her smile fell when she realized his eyes weren't registering her. "Danny?" The fear came back to her in full force in that moment. "Danny, can you hear me? You did it, it's over." The girl turned to Ethelwulf helplessly. "Help him! We can't –" her voice broke in a dry sob as she finally realized the gravity of the situation through her shock.

"We're going to need to move him," Ethelwulf said quickly, curling his body around the two teens. "Sam, keep pressure on that wound, we need to keep him as Phantom for as long as we can. He's losing too much ectoplasm; if he transforms and it turns to blood, I'm not sure if I can save him."

Sam's eyes widened but nodded, holding her hands tighter against his wound. Danny made a raw, strangled noise as he continued to wheeze through the pain. The white ring of light appeared at his waist but sputtered out of existence quickly.

"Hang on!" Ethelwulf said, glowing in a golden light. The next thing Sam realized, they were over Amity Park on Danny's shield staring down the Ghost Shield. He closed his eyes and sighed. "We need to take down the shield!"

Sam shook her head. "No, they were supposed to put his ecto-signature in it," Sam said distractedly. "We don't have time." Danny's arm fell onto his shield limply, the ring of light appearing again at his waist, lingering over him. It didn't move. "Danny no!" she yelled, turning his face toward her. "Hold on okay? Just-Just a little more."

Ethelwulf growled. "I can't teleport us in – it means that they're blocking one of our ecto-signatures. Last I heard, they still couldn't separate Danny's from the Dark Phantom's."

Sam looked down at Danny, swallowing in temporary relief as Danny managed to make his transformation stop again. Green sparks attacked his chest. "Tucker," Sam muttered, eyes widening. She kept one hand on Danny's wound while the other dug into the pocket of her jumpsuit. Crying out triumphantly, Sam found the Fenton phone she pocketed as she left the city. She stuffed it in her ear quickly, ignoring that it wasn't comfortable and moved her hand back to Danny's wound. She pressed down on in firmly, another strangled gasp escaping his lips. "Tucker!" she shouted into the small device.

"Sam!?" Tucker's surprised and relieved voice crackled in her ear. "Thank God! You took your damn time! If it wasn't for Danny-"

"Not now Tuck!" Sam said, cutting him off. "I need you to drop the Ghost Shield."

"Drop it?" he asked. A brief pause before Tucker pressed on. "Do you have Danny?"

Sam turned her gaze back to the boy in front of her. His blinks were slow. "He's… It's bad Tuck" Sam admitted, voice raw. "We need to get back to Fentonworks. Ethelwulf is standing by to teleport us."

"On it," was Tucker's determined reply. "It'll take me a few minutes. We'll be sitting ducks for Dan's forces, so be careful. We don't have Danny's shield like last time."

"As fast as you can Tuck," Sam urged. Ethelwulf nodded in understanding from her words. "Come on Danny," she whispered comfortingly to him. Another strangled noise came through his mouth. "A little longer. Then you can drop the shield. We'll be home soon, okay? Just stay Ghost for a little longer."

Danny shuddered again, closing his eyes. The wheezing became worse and Sam frowned.

"Ancients," Ethelwulf swore quietly. The word slipped out of his mouth like dirt. "Sam!"

Sam looked up in confusion and gasped. Before them, Danny's shield slowly started to repair itself, green electricity flowing through the solid parts of the shield before connecting. She looked down quickly, eyes glued to his hand on top of his shield. It shimmered green through his ripped gloves, green sparks moving through his forearm.

"Sam? What's going on?" Tucker asked anxiously through the Fenton phone.

"Dammit! Danny stop!" Sam pleaded, ignoring her friend in her ear. "Save your energy… please. You're hurt. Don't do this!" The shield continued to repair itself; he couldn't hear her. Sam swore. "Tucker, how much longer?"

"You should see it coming down any second," The teen replied swiftly. Sam could hear the determination in his voice. She wasn't the only one worried.

Danny's hand went limp as the shield finished repairing itself. Blue sparks now wracked the middle of his frame before they disappeared.

Sam only had to wait a very short second before she saw the signs of the ghost shield coming down. She breathed out a sigh of relief as she turned back to the half-ghost in front of her. Her relieved sigh turned to a startled gasp as she watched Danny's white hair turn slowly black and parts of his jumpsuit turning into his regular street clothes. "Ethelwulf!" Sam called to ghost in alarm. Green ectoplasm that stained her hands had turned red gradually and started gushing through her fingers; she hadn't realized the change. There was no ring, no flash of light as he reverted back. Danny Phantom seemingly faded away, leaving the body of Danny Fenton in his place.

"No…. nononono." Tucker's voice rambled through her ear. "Danny, no, stay with me okay?" She tried to get a rise out the friend currently bleeding out in front of her. He gave no inclination he heard her.

Ethelwulf was at their side quickly and with another flash of gold light, the smell of the Fenton's lab greeted Sam's nose. She blocked out the world around her; only focused on keeping pressure on Danny's wounds. She didn't have nearly enough hands; there was so much blood now. She very briefly heard Ethelwulf's cries for something, a flurry of movement as ghosts rushed forward. Lots of rushed whispers, a few barked orders, more blood on her hands. Suddenly, someone was pulling her off him.

"Get off me!" She said, fighting whoever was pulling her off the boy. She managed to elbow them in the gut but they didn't even cry out. "He's bleeding! I have to help -"

"Sam," Tucker's low voice was in her ear. She stopped; turned to lock eyes with her other best friend. Taking his chance, Tucker dragged her away, nodding to someone before swallowing. He looked like he was going to be sick. "Sam - they need to restart his heart."

What.

Sam looked at him with wide eyes, disbelieving his words. She turned back to Danny's lifeless form being hovered over by Ethelwulf in his guise of Dr. Cliff, Frostbite and a few other members of the Far Frozen. At some point, they put a mask over Danny's face to give him air. Ethelwulf's hands were alight with ecto-energy as he put them on the boy's chest. Danny convulsed on the floor for a second, before returning to being completely limp.

She couldn't look away. There was more flurry of activity around him; Ethelwulf charged his hands again, Danny's body arching upward in the air, falling back to the ground.

Ethelwulf brought two fingers to the boy's neck, a grim look over his face. "Where's that stretcher!?" Ethelwulf yelled, the hazel eyes of Dr. Cliff turning more yellow as he grew frustrated.

"There!" Frostbite yelled, watching another one of his followers fly over intangibly with a rolling bed. The ghost flew through the floor and made it tangible under Danny. All ghosts, led by Ethelwulf, pushed the unconscious Danny toward the Fenton infirmary, leaving the stricken friends staring at a pool of Danny's blood.

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