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meowzfordayz · 2 years ago

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when you wear baggy clothing — kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Author’s Note: friendly reminder to be kind toward yourself. 💓 Easier said than done, ofc, but you deserve it❣️

when you wear baggy clothing — kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: implied body insecurity, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hey, so I'd like to ask for a Emergency Request of Sanemi, Rengoku and Muichiro (if you want you can add anyone else) with an S/o that is very Insecure of their thighs and always wear baggy things on their legs no matter how hot it is because they just don't like them.

~faqs, image~

“Would you like to change?” Kyojuro asks, “It is quite hot out today!”

“Is there something wrong with my outfit?” you raise an eyebrow, quickly backtracking as alarm races across his expression, “I’m just teasing!” shaking your head with a fond smile, “I know what you meant.”

“I am relieved!” he exhales loudly, almost pouting as he watches you put on your shoes, “I would never ask you to change like that.”

Chuckling patiently, you pucker your lips, giggling as he squats down to kiss you, “I know, Kyo. I love you.”

“Let me,” he hums contently, gently nudging your hands aside to finish tying your laces, “Your outfit is wonderful, by the way.”

“As is yours,” you wink.

“I really am fine with waiting,” he tries again, “If you feel like changing,” standing up with a soft grunt, “Your comfort is my priority.”

“I’m comfortable,” you answer simply, “Thank you though.”

“If something else is on your mind,” he says abruptly, hesitant to approach the aching suspicion in his chest, “Then,” sighing as he mentally shelves the subject for later, “Then please remember that I care about you.”

“How could I forget?” you murmur, linking your pinky with his, using him as a counterweight to stand up beside him, “I’ll be alright.”

And though Kyojuro ultimately believes you, he still finds himself silently promising to love you better — to press your perfections into your skin, fingertips warm and trembling, until even you can no longer doubt their truth.

“You’re going out in that?” Sanemi scoffs.

“Piss off,” you snort, smacking his bicep, “I like this dress.”

“Aren’t you afraid of tripping on the hem?” he smirks, “You might need taller shoes.”

“My shoes are just fine.”

“And if you trip?” he drawls.

Blinking pointedly at him, you shrug, “You’ll catch me.”

“But watching you fall on your face would be much funnier,” he promptly quips.

“Are we done talking about my outfit?” you scowl, “We’re missing all the sunshine bickering in here.”

“So let’s bicker outside,” he winks, “Maybe I’ll toss in a compliment once I’m warm enough.”

“Oh yes, because you’re a plant who becomes much more agreeable after soaking in X amount of sunlight.”

“Your legs aren’t gonna tan,” he quips, opening the front door for you.

Eyes rolling, you pat his chest in thanks as you walk past him, exhaling softly as summer air caresses your face, “Sanemi, the last thing I’m worried about is tanning my legs.”

“And the first thing?”

“None of your business,” you retort without thinking, delayed panic setting in as you realize There’s no way he’s letting that slide.

“My love.”

You nearly wince at his lowered, serious tone, refusing to turn around, almost certain he’s glaring thoughtfully—or worse, staring softly—at you.

“What are you worried about?”

“This doesn’t feel like bickering,” you mutter weakly.

“You can always wear sunscreen,” he says slowly, “No need to resort to tripping hazards.”

Relief floods your lungs at the delicate humor in his voice, dress twirling gently as you carefully meet his inquiring gaze.

“Maybe I want you to catch me.”

“I already warned you, watching you fall on your face would be much funnier,” arms crossing as his jaw tenses slightly, “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here to listen,” continuing smoothly before your panic can flare again, “For now, know that you look amazing,” cracking a wry smile, “And I’m grateful I get to enjoy your beautiful, untanned legs.”

“Would you actually let me trip and die?” you answer breathlessly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes at his intuition and patience.

Laughing roughly, he waves a nonchalant hand, “If it looked like you were gonna die, then of course I’d catch you,” raising a smug eyebrow, “But chances are you wouldn’t die, so who knows…”

Despite his teasing reply, the moment he offers you his elbow, a sarcastic yet attentive glint in his eyes, you know better — Shinazugawa Sanemi will always catch you.

“Why are you wearing those?” you raise an eyebrow, gesturing at Muichiro’s grey sweatpants, “It’s like, a hundred degrees outside.”

“Because you are,” he shrugs, offering you a faint smile, “We’re cute when we’re matching.”

You poke his shoulder with a snort. He doesn’t budge.

“Y’know what’s not cute?”

“What?” he deadpans.

“Both of us melting into puddles.”

“So you’re allowed to be a puddle, and I’m not?” his head tilts.

“I don’t want to be a puddle,” you huff, arms crossing good naturedly, “But it’s better like this.”

Nodding slowly, his eyes narrow with confusion, “What’s better like this?”

“Never mind,” you sigh, reaching for his hand, nose scrunching happily as his fingers immediately intertwine with yours, “We’re gonna be late.”

“I’d like to resolve this first,” he replies, tone frustratingly smooth, “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to change,” you explain patiently, nudging him with your elbow, “After all, we are cute when we’re matching.”

“But I feel like you don’t want to wear sweatpants,” Muichiro retorts, stubborn as ever, “So why don’t we match in shorts instead?”

“Don’t like them,” you mutter quickly.

“You could wear mine? They’re longer, more baggy, more comfortable,” he assures you, brow furrowing, “Because I’m absolutely not putting on booty shorts.”

Giggling quietly, the tension between your shoulders lessens, his oblivious consideration easing your nerves, “We don’t have to match.”

“But I want to.”

“Fine!” you exclaim, eyes rolling playfully, “Let’s go change into shorts, your, shorts.”

“And for the record,” he murmurs, dutifully following you as you tug him toward the bedroom, “Just because I refuse to wear booty shorts doesn’t mean you can’t.”

“I know.”

“And I know we don’t have to match,” he pauses, affection warming the back of your head as he gazes fondly at you leading the way, “But I want you to know that I support you and your fashion choices, no matter what.”

He might be somewhat off the mark, but his sentiment calms the butterflies in your stomach nonetheless, voice soft as you respond carefully, “Thank you Muichiro. Me and my fashion choices appreciate you very much.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too. Now let’s put on some long, baggy, comfortable shorts!”

#preferences #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader

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ilovetulips · 2 years ago

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ATTACKED

steve harrington x fem!reader

𖦹 reader helping steve with his injuries in the upside down.

𖦹 swearing, injuries??, established relationship, love confession, slight smut but it’s not really smut, best friend eddie!!, pet names, angst?? if you count an argument as angst

𖦹 1.6k

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“okay okay— shit! stevie i need you to lean back a bit f’me, yeah? gonna hurt i’m sorry.” you squeak out as the boy wriggling in pain leans his upper back against the infamous skull rock.

he wasn’t lying when he said he’d made it famous. you and him would find your way to it all the time, making out under the shadow it cast on a sunny day. sometimes giving innocent hand-jobs before megaphones interrupted you, carrying the unmistakable voice of officer callahan.

“clear it, kids! i’m sick of coming up here because of reports of you guys getting freaky. if i come up there and you’re still visible, you’ll be in the back of my car on your way home tonight. got it?”

you chuckle at the memory. “wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been pinned up against skull rock by me, huh harrington?” your teasing joke earned a laugh to vibrate from his chest, before it unleashed an overwhelming pain through his injuries. a blinding red light of hurt flashed through his entire body, and he could only grunt in agony.

panic sets in again, and you take off the shirt wrapped around your waist. “so sorry, so so sorry baby. i’ll make it better, promise.” you mumble sweet words of praise, hoping it’s enough to distract him when you wrap the material tightly around him.

ensuring the bleeding would reduce significantly and all of his injuries were covered, you stepped back slightly to hold his face and whisper countless apologies.

his pained eyes meet yours, feeling relief from the makeshift bandages you placed upon him. “thank you. so much, feels so much better now. the sweetest to me, so so sweet to me.”

it broke your heart to see him like this. the unevenly spaced timings of red lightning from the upside down flashing upon his features almost seemed like a reflection of the pulses of pain which coursed through his body. they still hurt, but he wouldn’t tell you that. not after you’d tried to help him, and almost getting in danger yourself.

he’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t let you get hurt. not by those bats, not by anything. if it were you who was hurt, he wouldn’t know what to with himself.

so he holds you in his arms, as an expression of both gratitude and happiness. grateful for all of your help, and happiness for still being able to hold you.

—

“you okay? does it hurt?” you whisper to him, as you walk through the woods of the upside down.

“been better, but i’m good. good that you’re here with me. thank you, i appreciate you. so lucky to have an angel like you.” you have to look away, to avoid being teased for the redness of your face.

“aww how cute. you guys are just so— bleh! get a room. [Y/L/N] you’re walkin’ with me, can’t stand to hear you getting all goo goo on us harrington.” eddie says, stumbling behind you both and pulling you away.

“you guys can walk together afterwards! pinky promise.” he adds, before stealing you away and linking his arm over your shoulders.

you understood why he’d done it. i mean if he didn’t, you’d probably go crazy with overthinking about how steve is. yet, being separated didn’t stop you. of course you’re going to be worried, you loved him. he didn’t know it, but you were so in love with him. after watching him go through that battle with the bats, you knew you had to tell him. the risk of loosing him was something you weren’t willing to take.

“hey, princess? eyes up. what’re you thinking about in that noggin’ of yours? hmm?” eddie interrupts your trail of thoughts (thankfully) with a waving hand and a few whistles in between his sentences, tapping his finger onto your skull as he speaks.

“huh? yeah. uhm i’m just… thinking? i guess? sorry if i scared you.” you’d settled on your answer, reluctant to reveal the truth.

“thinking about how much you love your hunky boyfriend over there? you’ve got heart eyes, doll.” whatever heart eyes he was referring to had been filled with instant panic and worry. eddie has been your best friend for years, of course he could tell you were in love. he’d slowed his walk and held your face, guiding it towards steve and pointing towards him.

slapping his hand down, you whisper shout “will you shhhhh!” and cover his hand with your mouth. “okay, so what if i was? i mean i totally am, have you seen him? i’m so head over heels, and him being attacked by those… things, made me realise it even more. what do i do, eds? like seriously, what if he doesn’t even love me back. that’d just be—”

“oh you’ve got it bad. so, so bad. jus’ tell him, [Y/N]. you think he doesn’t love you back? have you seen the way he looks at you. lovesick puppy dog eyes, i’m telling ya. just go for it, i’m behind you always princess. you know that.” the wild haired boy says, holding your shoulders and looking into your tear stained eyes. before he could process what you’re doing, you pull him into a hug.

“love you so much. you’re so helpful, thank you.”

little to your knowledge, robin and steve were having an almost identical conversation behind you, yet more aggressive. going something along the lines of:

“steve, get your head out of your ass and tell the girl you love her already! you look at her like you wanna marry her, and you literally kiss the ground she walks on. c’mon!”

“it’s true, steve. you can’t deny it.” nancy chimes in.

“what the— when did i ask you for advice? i’ll tell her when i’m ready, ‘kay? butt out of my love life and focus on your own. have you even spoke to vickie, robs?”

“ahh yes, deflection! your favourite tactic. yeah, i have actually. have you told [Y/N] how you feel about her? no! that’s more important right now.”

“yeah… sure. whatever” steve grumbles before walking forward towards you, seeing you and eddie hugging. you were just perfect.

he really is in deep, huh?

—

after everything that happened in the upside down, and you finally got out. you’d instantly grown even more worried about steve’s injuries. as he fell through the ‘gate’ in eddie’s trailer, his grunts of pain were of your main concern.

“hospital. we need to go to the hospital.”

“hospital? why? did something happen—“ dustin says, being interrupted almost instantly by your strained voice.

“hospital, henderson!”

“hey… hey, no i’m okay. stop worrying, honey.” steve retorted as he stood up to look down at you, hugging your waist. he knew the nickname made you melt, so he hoped it would help soothe you.

you hadn’t even realised your shaking hands until your boyfriend had interlocked your fingers. however, the comforting touch didn’t last long until he was ushered back towards the couch so his wounds could be attended to.

“eddie, look after her for me. don’t want her seeing me like this again.” steve whispered into eddie’s ear, earning a wink before he stepped backwards and guided you towards his room.

“he’s okay, promise. swear it on my life. you’re okay too, yeah? you’re both more than okay, perfect. you’re gonna look back at this and be like ‘hey! we were so in love, how did we not notice it back then!’” he says, deepening his voice to mock steve in an attempt to comfort you.

it worked.

your smile had comforted eddie too, but he wouldn’t tell you that. you were both speaking for a while until you’d heard a small knock on his door.

“hey, can i steal her?” steve had said, fingers twitching with one another.

“don’t let me stop you man, she’s all yours.” eddie replies, jumping up to leave you two in his room, not failing to send a wink and a thumbs up to clear any of your doubts.

“are you okay?” the nervous boy starts.

“am i okay? are you okay steve?! you got attacked by those freaky fucking bats, you were bleeding like crazy, limping in literal agony and you’re asking me—“

“babe. i’m fine, more than fine. i’m great. ‘kay? i’m worried about you, now.”

“i’m okay. you’re my main concern, don’t change the subject.” you hold his face to distract you from pacing back and forth around eddie’s small room. the smell of weed was enough to get you high itself.

“[Y/N], listen. seeing you like this… i hate it. i can’t tell you enough that i’m okay. i will heal with time, you don’t need to worry your pretty self about me.” he smooths a wrinkle between your eyebrows.

“of course i need to worry! i worry about you so much steve. it was really reckless of you to go in that water. really fucking reckless.” tears prick your eyes. “i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you. you can’t just… do that! you mean too much to me, i can’t just watch you throw it all away like that.

“i care about those kids, [Y/N]. i’m more than willing to do anything to save ‘em. you know what that vecna creep did to max, i can’t take another second of it. i know it was reckless babe… i’m sorry. but i don’t regret it.”

you step back and wipe your face, a small laugh leaving your lips.

“what’s funny?”

“this. this is funny steve, this fucking situation we’re in. it’s just unbelievable. i know you’d do anything to save them steve, i would too. but i— i fucking love you! so much. i don’t want to loose you…”

he stares at you, breathless.

“you…”

“sorry. i’m sorry, if you don’t feel the same—“

your speech is cut short by your lips interlocking with steve’s. a perfect mould of soft skin, moving against eachother slowly and pulling apart with a quiet ‘pop’.

“you drive me insane, [Y/N]. insane. i fucking love you too. so much. been waiting for you to say that for so long.”

you laugh against his lips, before pulling him back into meet his warmth again. you hear him whine into the kiss, it growing more sloppy and needy every second.

before you knew it, you were both blindly stumbling backwards and falling into the mound of cushions and pillows. both sets of lips never failing to disconnect as you both paw at each other’s bodies.

“guys! we’ve got a plan— holy shit! on my bed? you pervs, what’s wrong with you!” eddie bursts through the door, observing you laying on the bed with steve placed between your legs as you hold his face while he cups your breasts.

you both snap your heads in his direction, lips red and swollen before shouting in unison “eddie!”

“shit.” you sigh first.

“shit.” steve follows, sounding breathless.

“shit.” eddie sounds, too excited and his tone matching the smirk on his face. “sooo…”

“shut up, munson.”

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liliansun · 3 years ago

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PROMISE ME LOVE (teaser)

synopsis: Not only had he been the boy next door, he was your best friend. Practically inseparable, you were too comfortable with how things were. Now that you're not the only girl he's looking at, things begin to take a turn. Better or for worse?

genre: fluff, angst, comedy, college au, best friends to lovers, boy next door/childhood friends

warnings: swearing, slight suggestive(?) due to mentions of sex, I doubt there’s more to add but if there is I will

estimated wc: 5k+

teaser wc: 500+

estimated release date: was supposed to be 24th - 27th of April,, sike I posted it early → promise me love link!

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“Looks like the two lovebirds decided to grace us with their presence today.” Mark added on, earning a slap by the one next to him. “Leave them alone, you’re gonna scare her away.” Chenle said as he waved to you. Renjun also waved, sitting beside Chenle. You waved at them all, noticing one was missing. “Where’s hyuck?” You asked, looking at the boy next to you. “He’s in the library, why?” The entire table started to make an ooo sound as they looked at you two.

“Trouble in paradise, y/n? Maybe someone has heart eyes for our poor haechan?” Mark said, leaning more towards you. Playfully flicking him on the forehead, you rolled your eyes. “I’m only asking because he’s always with you guys, butt out mark.” Jisung, who was sitting on the opposite end of the table, spoke up. “Mark, stop teasing her, you’ll feel the wrath of Jaemin if you don’t.” Jaemin only smiled at the comment about him before turning to you. You didn’t pay attention to the way his eyes were staring at you, instead focusing on the food in front of you. Unwrapping your sandwich, you started to enjoy your lunch while the boys continued to tease and make jokes with one another. Jaemin was occupying his time by watching the way you eat. It seems kind of creepy, but ever since you could remember he always did that. You had gotten used to it, not minding him and his quirky actions.

As you’re finishing up lunch, Jeno stands up to gather his things. “Oh hey, y/n you’re coming to the party this weekend right?” Lifting your head, you shrug in response. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! Plus, Chenle and I will be there so you can ditch these hooligans.” Renjun said. You laughed, considering their offer. “I don’t know guys, I have a test in a couple weeks and-“ before you could finish, Jaemin cut you off. “C’mon, I’ll be with you the whole time.” You scoffed, standing to grab your bag. “Yeah right, you always leave me to go get into another girl’s pants.”

The entire table went silent as you and Jaemin went back and forth. “I promise I’ll be by your side the entire night. Pinky swear.” Hesitantly, you interlocked your pinky within his. To others, this may seem childish or even silly to pinky promise someone something so simple, but to you and Jaemin, this meant loyalty. Smiling, he interlocked his pinky with yours and the silent exchange between you two was picked up by the other five boys. “Alright alright, we have to go to class, but we’ll see you later!” Mark said, walking off with Jeno and Renjun. Chenle and Jisung waited for Jaemin to join them.

“See you later y/n.” He said as he saluted you before turning his back to you and left the cafeteria. Watching his figure disappear behind the cafeteria doors made you realize the audience that you and him had created. Many wandering eyes watched you exit the building, some in jealously and others in pure curiosity. Making your way back across campus, you finished off your final few classes and headed home after.

©️LILIANSUN., 2022

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years ago

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the tags on your football Billy story about autistic kids not being allowed to play sports, gave me the idea of Steve with autism not being allowed on the basketball team and how Billy and maybe Tommy if you want since you write kegboys sometimes would react

It doesn’t take Billy long to notice him, the benchwarmer boy who sits on the sidelines, never getting his shot in a single game, just riding the bench with a smile on his face.

At first he sort of pegs it to mean the kid is just really not good, maybe riding the tails of his daddy’s sportsmanship legacy, but then Billy realizes something, that this kid doesn’t even get to play at practice.

He shows up and he sits there like being excluded is the happiest he’s ever been, and the only time he ever has the ball in his hands at all is if it’s to toss it to one of the boys on the court when it rolls to him.

Despite this though, he has his very own jersey. Number zero. Harrington.

Billy asks Tommy after practice once who this mysterious jersey kid is, and he smiles sort of tight, like maybe Billy shouldn’t have asked him that, and tells him, “I’ll introduce you.”

Tommy walks over to the kid and tells him something that makes him light up, jump to his feet and follow Tommy back over, “Billy, this is my best friend, Steve Harrington.”

Steve just sort of waves, so Billy jumps straight into it. This kid intrigues him and he wants to know more, “There a reason you don’t play, Harrington?”

In response he shrugs his shoulders, hands stuffed in the pockets of his way too big basketball shorts, “I’m not allowed.”

“Why not? You fail some test or something?” Billy tries to ask lightly, not noticing the way Tommy’s face scrunches up before Steve drops a bombshell on him instead, “They don’t let special ed kids on the basketball team.”

And if that’s not bad enough, Tommy then adds, though significantly more bitter than even Steve is, “Or on any team for that matter, whether it’s sports or clubs or debate, you name it. School board denies every last application.”

“Oh.” Billy frowns, totally dumbfounded, his school in California never had any issues with that, “Oh that- that’s bullshit.”

“I know.” They say at the same time, prompting Billy to ask, “They don’t even have like, a separate team?”

“Not enough kids would do it.” Tommy says, and he gets a sharp look from Steve, who corrects him quickly, “Not enough kids could get permission to do it.”

“But that’s such bullshit.” Billy repeats, not very helpfully.

“Nothing we can do about it. We’ve tried everything. Not even momma Harrington could convince the school board, and let me tell you, that woman is scary.”

Steve elbows Tommy for that one, and Tommy laughs softly, throws an arm around his shoulder, but Billy is thinking, biting the corner of his nail in concentration, “Why don’t we start our own team?”

“I don’t know.” Steve’s face scrunches up, and he turns to Tommy, like he doesn’t trust what Billy says, so Billy continues, “No, I’m serious. School says you can’t play for them, so fuck ‘em. There’s courts in the park, I have a ball, and I’m out there half the time watching my little sister anyways. Let’s start our own team.”

Tommy answers for him, “Practice takes up too much time. We’re not gonna be much of a team unless we’re going to be playing at night or in the winter.”

“Then we quit the tigers.” Billy shrugs, like it’s obvious.

Instantly Tommy narrows his eyes, “Very funny, man.”

On the other hand though, Steve looks at him with awe written all over his face, eyes wide and spelling, “You’d really quit for me?”

And Billy, he plays it off like that look doesn’t make his heart melt, claiming, “For you and for Max who’s been talking my ear off about how much she wants to play soccer and whose heart is going to break when she finds out she can’t.”

Convinced, Tommy looks over at Steve, “If you’re in Stevie, I’m in too.”

Steve seems like he’s considering his options, drumming his fingers on the outside of his thigh, occasionally humming softly in thought, and it’s making Billy impatient.

“So?” He asks, to which Steve nods a confirmation to his offer, his hair bouncing with his enthusiasm.

Tommy cracks a crooked smile, holds out a hand for Billy to shake, seal the deal, “You’ve got yourself a team, Hargrove.”

They decide not to give their little team a name, the idea of being called something feels too exclusive, which was the reason they’d all quit the school's team in the first place. Billy had gotten in big trouble when his dad found out he quit for wasting their time and money on basketball, but that was all bullshit anyways, games were only usually a half hour long and were free to get into for the players family, and the school paid for the uniforms.

But that was what he said and what he’d been going to punish Billy for until they found out about the reasoning behind quitting, after which Susan was flattered he cared so much about his little sister, and he got his permission to freely go down to the park and play with the “special” kid.

Neil of course didn’t care about him doing it for Max, he was just concerned with Billy’s public image. Playing ball with the richest family in town's dopey son did nothing but good things for the way their neighbors saw him, so he’d allow it.

A few weeks into their games though, which are mostly just playing HORSE or teaching Steve how to do trickier shots since no coach ever would, Billy has to bring Max along because nobody was going to be home and she wasn’t allowed to be by herself. It’s a dreary day so there aren’t many people around at all, so he decides he’s going to loosen her leash, and walks her over to the playground (that they can see clearly from the courts, he’s not that irresponsible.)

He teasingly offers to push Max on the swings or lift her up to the monkey bars, making her roll her eyes and proudly declare that she’s not a baby anymore, so he chuckles and leaves her be, walking back to the basketball hoops.

Tommy and Steve are just sitting on the old wooden bench just off to the side of the court, waiting for Billy to get back because he’s their little impromptu coach and they can’t start without him, but he notices that they’re sitting awful close together, and between them, Tommy’s hand sits slightly on top of Steve’s, pinky fingers linked together.

Now he knows these two are affectionate, he couldn’t even count how many times Tommy picked Steve up after he made a good shot or ruffled his hair and smiled at him when he messed up, but that was all just friendly affection.

This was different though, he could tell it was from the way Tommy’s eyes snap up and he pulls his hand away, the both of them looking away from each other guiltily.

He feels a little something like jealousy in his chest, or maybe it was just anxiety at the fact that they’d been so obviously holding hands in the public park, but either way, he just kind of freezes up, looking between their two terrified faces until Tommy’s turns angry, standing from the bench so fast the old rusty things creaks loudly and Steve has to cover his ears.

He grabs the front of the baggy jersey Billy wears from his old school's team, the bears, and gets right up in his face, sneering, “You gonna say something, Hargrove?”

And Billy’s not afraid of Tommy, he might be mean, but he’s on his toes to threaten him, and he’s pretty sure they both know Billy would win the fight anyways. He’s not going to fight him though, and he makes that clear, putting his hands up as a clear sign of not going to sock Tommy for yelling at him, “Secrets safe with me, dudes. You go down, I’m going down with you.”

Tommy doesn’t get it though, because he growls, “Right. ‘Cause all that matters is what will happen to your reputation after giving up your precious sport just to hang with a couple of fags, right?”

“Tom.” Steve snaps, but he gets ignored, Billy arguing over him, “Actually, no. You know all that talk about queer kids flocking together without even knowing? That doesn’t come from nothing. I out you, it’s putting a target on my back, and from there it won’t be not long before a little birdie tells the wrong person the right rumor and we’re all dead.”

“Oh.” Tommy says softly, his face falling.

Billy nods sarcastically in response, “Yeah, oh. So let go of my damn shirt before I find a reason to punch you in the face.”

“Can we just play basketball?” Comes a timid request from behind them, so Tommy lets go, wipes his hands on his shorts, and answers him, “‘Course we can, Stevie.”

It doesn’t take long for them to get bored though, none of them are really in the mood to play after that. They play a small game that’s pretty much just Tommy blocking Billy the whole time, but after he shoots the ball they all just let it roll, none of them caring enough to keep the play going. So instead, Tommy offers up his place to hang out there.

It sounds at least better than this, so Billy drops Max off back at home, making her promise not to do anything stupid to get them in trouble until he gets back later that night, and heads straight to Tommy’s like they planned.

The whole drive he’s worrying that they’re gonna pissed at him and beating himself up for not just pretending like he didn’t notice, to the point where he almost just drives right past, but Steve waves at his car from the front window, and he can’t do all this petty angry shit to him.

Tommy’s house is empty for the night, so that means two things, that they’re free to drink as much as they want, (smoking’s a no go though, the smell is too strong and makes Steve upset), and that Steve sits right on Tommy’s lap like it’s nothing.

Which, it is nothing. Billy just told them he was gay too, and now they don’t have to hide from their best friend, so it’s common sense that they wouldn’t.

But Billy, well, he wouldn’t say he’s jealous watching the two of them together, it just makes his chest burn every time they touch or laugh at some joke and whisper amongst themselves like he isn’t even there, or when Steve kisses Tommy’s cheek.

Yeah no, there’s no pretending, Billy is totally jealous. He’s had a thing for Tommy since like, day one of practice when he bounced a basketball back in his own face trying to show off, and Steve for just as long, yearning to know more about the pretty faced mystery kid who turned out to be a total sweetheart and won him over. It’s tearing him to shreds watching them just being happy together without being a part of that.

He wonders if these small town boys have ever even heard of having more than one partner other than like, mormons, and if they haven’t, how is he supposed to bring it up without sounding like a total weirdo. Maybe he could claim that he was just trying not to be left out since they were probably the only queer kids in Hawkins. Or maybe not and Tommy would try to kick his ass again for even trying.

He doesn’t have to do much wondering though, because as pointedly as he’s trying to ignore them, Steve keeps getting closer to Billy on the couch until he’s sitting in his lap, and Billy has to ask, blue eyes going a little wide, cheeks flushing red in a way that had nothing to do with the sunburn he’d gotten at the park earlier, “What’re you doing Steve?”

“You included me. Now I’m including you.” Steve hums and leans his head on Billy’s shoulder, holding eye contact with Tommy.

To say that Billy is flustered and doesn’t know what to do with himself is more than an understatement. He'd like to say he’s not the most inexperienced one here, but it’s not looking good, because he’s flushed as red as a tomato, and the only thing he can think to say is just, “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Tommy says and smiles that big goofy smile of his, a playful imitation of their little argument from before, “And I’d much rather you kiss me than punch me.”

#kegboys #steve x billy x tommy #billy hargrove #steve harrington #tommy hagan #autistic steve!#ej writer #story by ej!#requests #based heavily on personal experience lol #thank you anon for reading my mind #and for the request <3

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zahrajackson · 2 years ago

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who: @roryjackson

what: so. that sure was a weekend

when: first night back home

Zahra doesn’t even bother lying down once she’s ready for bed. If any sleeping was gonna happen, it wouldn’t go well. Not after everything that had happened. Rory had been drugged, there was no way that was good for nightmares. Or sleepwalking. Fuck.

She slips out of her room and pads a door down to push into Rory’s room. She pauses in the doorway. The weekend at the lake house runs on a loop through her mind. She can still smell smoke, no matter how she tries to shake it. She’s silent when she crosses the room to climb onto the bed and lay beside her cousin. She still doesn’t say anything, just reaches out and adjusts Rory so she can link their pinkies. That says an awful lot, though, doesn’t it? Never ever leave me. Elaine, Harvey, and Casey are slipping between her fingers, if they’re not gone already. And Rory is hurt, again, and Zahra isn’t even sure why or how. She needs the surety of their little promise.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” she says quietly. There’s a lot of people she can’t help resenting for that. The fucking Candy Girl. Cristiano. Elaine, Harvey, Casey. Lux. Herself.

“Wanna run away with me? Just - leave all this behind, go start new lives somewhere else,” she adds, only half joking. It would be so much easier. And, frankly, she doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of the lake house. Not when it feels like she’s shouldering Lux’s blame for her, the bitch. Not when she probably still needs to talk with Casey. Not when Elaine’s words (dead to me, dead to me as she is) are stuck in her head.

#u know we gotta have a post traumatic experience cousin check in #it's tradition #chats ( rory jackson / the baby )

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worksby-d · 4 years ago

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Hi love! I was wondering if you could do either a She’s The One or Protective Stepdad Chris where he takes the reader and the kid(s) camping and hiking??

I’m gonna go ahead and have this be part of the protective stepdad series. Thanks for the request!!

Summary: You and Chris take Ripley camping, but more importantly, Chris finally gets the one-on-one time he needs with your daughter in order to ask a very important question.

Word count: ~900

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“Let’s do your hair so we can go, baby,” you try to get your daughter to sit. “Chris is putting our stuff in the car, then we’re leaving.”

“I want him to do my hair though, he’s been practicing!”

Trying not to laugh, you let out a slow sigh. Before you can say anything, Chris walks in.

“Everyone ready? What do we have to do yet?”

“She wants you to do her hair quickly.” You look at him amusedly, and his eyebrows are raised. “She says you've been practicing.”

Glancing at the little girl sitting on the bed, he can't say no to her. “All right, let’s show your mom how good I’ve gotten.” He takes the brush and hair ties from you, and you just roll your eyes and laugh, leaving them to it.

It was Chris’ idea to go camping this weekend. He thought it would be a good change of pace for a few days. Plus, Ripley has never been, so he was looking forward to teaching her the ropes.

And teaching her the ropes, he does. Between the hour-long struggle to get the tent up and the two-mile hike you guys take, you're expecting her to sleep very well tonight.

“So what do you think of camping so far, Rip?”

She giggles in your lap, continuing to stare at the flames of the fire. “It’s fun,” she hums. “I didn't like the tent,” she adds, making you both laugh.

“Me neither,” you agree with her.

“But the hike was fun,” she goes on. “I liked seeing deer and when Chris held me on his shoulders so I could grab the flowers off the trees.”

Glancing over at him, he has a grin on his face. You can tell it means a lot to him that she's taken such a liking to him over the past year and a half.

“Can we have s’mores now?” She quickly changes the subject.

“That's what I was thinking,” Chris seconds.

All three of you fall asleep pretty much instantly once you're in your sleeping bags in the tent.

At some point in the middle of the night Chris wakes up to a rustling sound next to him. Although he can't see in the dark, Ripley’s quiet whimpers give away that it's her trying to get out of her sleeping bag.

“Hey,” he whispers, cautiously putting a hand on her back. “What’s wrong?”

She jumps, but relaxes under his touch when she realizes it’s just him. “I heard noises outside,” she explains quietly. “It’s dark, and I’m scared.”

“Do you want me to go check outside?”

She swiftly nods her head, but doesn't want to be left alone. “Can I go with you?”

“Yeah, come on,” he chuckles. “We have to be quiet so we don't wake your mom up.”

Holding her hand, he walks around the tent with her, shining a flashlight to show her there's nothing there. Her grip on his hand doesn't loosen though, and he can tell she's still on edge.

Seeing that the fire is still burning a little from a few hours ago, he gets an idea. “I’ll tell you what,” he starts. “Let's grab some blankets and go sit by the fire so it's not so dark. How does that sound?”

She nods her head again, so they quietly grab their blankets and haul them over to the fire. Chris pulls Ripley into his lap, covering her with a couple blankets to make sure she doesn't get cold.

They stay silent, both still sleepy, but Chris has been wanting to talk to her. “Since we’re both awake, I have to ask you something,” he breaks the silence. “But you have to promise not to tell your mom.”

“Oooh, like a secret. Okay.” She holds up her pinky finger, so he does the same, linking his with hers.

“How would you feel if I asked your mom to marry me?” He asks slowly, wanting to gauge her feelings.

A surprised look takes over her face, followed by a big smile, and he laughs a little. “You’d have a wedding with pretty dresses and cake?”

“Yeah,” he nods, still laughing. “She has to say yes though. How do you think I should ask her?”

“Give her flowers,” she simply tells him. “And cookies, she likes cookies.”

“Flowers and cookies, okay,” he says, acting like he's taking notes. “You think that’ll do it?”

“Yeah,” she nods, but a yawn overtakes her, so she rests her head on his shoulder.

Somehow they both end up falling asleep in the chair in front of the barely-burning fire, so that's how you find them when you wake up as the sun starts to rise.

Crawling out of the tent, you quietly walk across the grass. Crouching down beside them, you run your fingers through Chris’ hair, causing him to start to stir.

“Hey,” he whispers before yawning.

You can't help but chuckle. “What are you guys doing?”

“She woke up scared of the dark, so we came out to the fire.”

“Wow, you’re nicer than me,” you joke. “I would have told her to get over it.”

“I’m glad I didn't let her wake you then,” he snorts. “Besides, we had stuff to talk about.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Like what?”

“It’s a secret,” he teases, carefully leaning to give you a kiss. “You'll see.”

~~~

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #chris evans drabble #chris evans blurb #requested #anonymous #answered

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judediangelo75 · 3 years ago

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Starting Now - Chapter 1

Hi 😁💛

So my creative mind has been going haywire lately ever since I got some level back (hopefully a bit more long-lasting). I recently heard a new song by Brandy that features Disney princesses called “Starting Now”.

Here’s a the link, give it a listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ms-Y99bAi0

And the story started forming in my mind. A mix of modern day Hogwarts mixed with a regular high school setting, a bit of Cinderella, mixed with Kendrick Lives AU. This is purely fictional, I can only try to make this make sense so bare with me.

And of course it’s gonna be a Talbott Winger x MC story.

No clue how long it’s gonna be. There will be some MC friends thrown in here mainly from @that-scouse-wizard , @kc-needs-coffee, @lifeofkaze, and @catohphm . This could change and I’ll add more but that what I can say.

Alright enough rambling, on with the story!

Warning: Mentions of child abuse and self harm

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“Papa, what are we doing here,” a 7-year-old girl asked, pale gold eyes looking up at her father’s sharp features. Her and her towering father were approaching a house. They’ve just moved from Barbados to London and the girl already didn’t like it there.

The winters were cold and so were the people there. She already been picked on for her hair and her heavy accent. Because of her thin and small frame, she was an easy target for the boys in her neighborhood.

Even her mother looked down at her with disapproval.

The only person who she could trust was her father and big brother, Jamal.

The same colored eyes looked down at the little girl. The man, who goes by Kendrick, squeezed his little girl’s small hand.

“We’re gonna meet some people I knew from when I was young boy, Judith. You’ll love them, baby girl. I promise,” he said, whispering the last part with another hand squeeze.

Judith gave a small nod as they stood in front of the door. Kendrick gave a solid knock onto the wood and waited. The tell tale sound of the door unlocking filled the silence before the door opened, revealing a woman around Kendrick’s age poked her head out.

Amber eyes brighten at the sight of the older man.

“Kendrick! Oh my stars, it’s been so long, old friend,” the woman exclaimed, fully opening the door and hugging the tall man. A chuckle rumbled from the man’s broad chest, hugging the short woman. Judith silently observed the scene, curious and bit wary.

The woman was beautiful. She has Ombre colored hair, starting off with a dark brown and ending in a chestnut brown color. Her amber colored eyes were bright and expressive. Her skin was a flawless caramel brown. Her features were delicate and sharp. A simple white sun dress hugged her body.

The thing that caught Judith’s interest the most was the pretty white feather that was attached to a braid in her hair.

“Is this who I think this is?” A melodious voice teased. Judith snapped out of her musing to find the woman looking at her with a smile. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she rushed to hug her dad’s pant leg. The woman giggled at her shy behavior.

“Yes, Ava. This is Judith. Baby girl, I would you to meet Ava Winger. She and her husband are my best friends. Say hi,” Kendrick gently encouraged with a smile. Judith bit her lip, looking a up at her dad and then at Ava.

‘She seems nice... much nicer than mother...’

“H-Hi, Mrs. W-Winger. It’s a-a pleasure to m-met y-you,” Judith spoke softly. Her blush grew worse at the sound of her stuttering.

Her mother chided her about that habit of stuttering in front of adults, she just embarrassed herself. She just knows it-

“The pleasure is all mine, Judith. Please, call me Ava.” Gold eyes blinked at out mute surprise before the girl bit her lip. Judith glanced at her dad, looking up to him for direction.

She never had an adult insist on calling them by their first name. Her mother said it was rude to ever consider doing so. But she didn’t want to ignore Ava’s request.

Kendrick withheld a sigh, already knowing that his wife’s “teachings” was brewing in Judith’s head. He raised their daughter in his homeland with her mother, Mercy, for majority of her life.

She was much more carefree.

Yes, she was still shy but nothing like this. It was like she was scared of being the radiant ray of sunshine he knows she is.

“It’s okay, baby girl,” he whispered softly. With that confirmation, Judith turned to Ava with a small smile.

“Okay, Ava...” Ava beamed at the two and ushered them inside.

“Is Trent around,” Kendrick asked as the entered deeper into the house.

“No, sadly. Some writer botched an article and they called him in to fix it. But Talbott is around,” Ava answered. Judith cocked her head to the side, curious to know who Talbott was.

This didn’t escape Ava’s attention.

“Would you like to meet Talbott, Judith,” Ava asked. Judith blushed out of embarrassment, musing silently over the question.

“S-Sure...” Kendrick and Ava shared a small smirk before Ava called for her son.

“Talbott! Come here, please. There are some people I would like for you to meet!” Out of what seemed to be the kitchen was a boy around Judith’s age. He had the same hair and skin tone as Ava but that’s where the resemblance stopped. The thing at stood out to the Judith was his piercing red eyes.

The girl stiffened, shuffling closer to Kendrick.

Ava placed the young boy in front of her, squeezing on his shoulders gently.

“Talbott, I would like you to meet my oldest friend, Kendrick Harris and his daughter, Judith.” Red eyes silently studied the towering man. If it wasn’t for the kind smirk on the man’s face and the glimmer of amusement in his sharp pale gold eyes, Talbott would’ve felt a little scared of the man.

“Hello, Mr. Harris. It’s very nice to meet you,” Talbott greeted. Judith blushed and silently bristled at the cool confidence Talbott had in greeting her father.

‘Why can’t I have that?’ she thought as her father chuckled.

“Please, call me Kendrick. I’m not that old, son. And it’s great to see you again, Talbott. I remember when you were just a toddler,” the man teased good naturedly. Talbott blushed a bit before clearing his throat.

“Alright Kendrick,” Talbott replied. A soft giggle caught the 8-year-old boy’s attention. He noticed a girl standing behind the man.

Judith was her name, if he heard his mother correctly.

Judith stopped laughing once she noticed Talbott’s attention was focused on her. While everything in her was telling her to duck behind her dad, something felt familiar about the red eyed boy.

Unknown to her, Talbott was having similar thoughts about her too.

The two were jostled out of their trains of thought when their respective parent pushed the two in front of each other. Red and gold eyes studied the other.

The girl looked like her father but with feminine features. Her brown black locs were down, the sides were pulled back to reveal her face. A simple black sleeveless dress clothed the shorter girl, hugging her torso but flowing out around her hips. The skirt brushed just above her knees. Black gladiator sandals were on her feet. A necklace that consisted of a thick black chain and black and silver ring hung around her neck.

The boy was dressed in simple white tank top and khaki shorts. Brown sandals can be found on his feet. His hair was tied back in a short ponytail with a few strands falling in his face.

The two had yet to say a word to the other. The two adults looked on waiting for something to happen.

“You’re really pretty...” Pale gold eyes widen at the admission.

“R-Really,” Judith asked softly. Despite the softness of her voice, Talbott was still able to pick up the Caribbean accent in the girl’s voice. It was foreign but it suited the girl well...

“Y-Yeah,” Talbott said, slightly breathless. Something about the girl was very... adorable? He couldn’t figure out why.

Judith blushed, hiding her cheeks in her hands.

Only her grandmother, father, and older brother have told her that...

“T-Thank you...” Talbott nodded, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

‘Think of something to say to her! Wait, I know!’

“Would you like to come outside and play with me,” the boy asked. Talbott felt an odd sense of pride when he saw those pale gold eyes light up like two suns. Judith looked to her smiling father, silently asking for his permission.

“Go on, baby girl. Have fun,” Kendrick said with a nod. Talbott took the girl’s hand and lead her outside.

“Well that answers th- Ava, what are you doing,” Kendrick asked as he turned to his friend.

“Planning their wedding, what does it look like,” the woman said, not even looking up from her notepad. Kendrick stared at her with an unimpressed glare.

“Talbott is only 8 and Judith just a few months younger than him,” he said.

“Your point, Kendrick?”

“My point is, Judith is still my baby girl damn it! No wedding planning!”

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“You have a nice home, Talbott,” Judith said as the pair walked out into the back yard. If it wasn’t for Talbott’s Animagus abilities, he probably would’ve missed what she said.

“Thank you... are you always this soft spoken,” Talbott asked as he turned to face her. A blush colored the girl’s cheeks as she ducked her head.

“U-Um... I-I guess? I haven’t been super sure of myself ever since I moved here. Other kids don’t like me...” Talbott used his thumb and index finger to lift the girl’s chin so her gaze to meet his own.

“Well, I like you. You can be yourself around me. Okay,” he said gently. Judith swallowed a lump in her throat before whispering a soft ‘yes’.

“S-so, what do you wanna do,” she said, her voice coming out a bit louder. Talbott dropped his hand, looking thoughtful for a few moments.

“How about a game of tag,” he asked. Judith smiled, nodding.

“But, I wanna make it more... interesting. Can you keep a secret, Judith,” the boy questioned. Judith cocked her head at the boy before slowly nodding.

“Yes, I can,” she replied.

“I’m serious. You can’t tell anyone.” Gold eyes widen a fraction before turning serious. Judith held out a hand, pinky extended. Talbott rose a brow.

“What are you doing,” he asked.

“It’s called a pinky promise. It’s like the Muggle version of the Unbreakable Oath. This is my way of showing that I’m serious,” Judith replied. The boy remained silent for a few moments before smiling, hooking his pinky with hers.

“I promise to keep your secret,” she whispered softly. Talbott released their intertwined fingers, feeling his face heat up a bit.

“Thanks... ready for my secret,” he asked. He got a smile and an eager nod as answer. Stepping back, he transformed into his Animagus form. Judith stared up starry eyed as the Golden Eagle flew over her head.

“Wow, Talbott! That’s amazing,” she said. The bird lowered to tap her shoulder before flying off.

“Hey! You never said we started! Get back here!”

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Hours flew by and the two children didn’t realize it. They’ve played, read books, shared stories, ate, napped, and even danced together.

Kendrick and Ava would occasionally check up on the kids before walking away with a smile. Kendrick knew seeing the Wingers was a good decision. His little girl hasn’t smiled this much ever since his mother passed away.

The two were currently sitting in a tree, watching the sunset together.

“This view is beautiful,” Judith said, playing with the braid Talbott did for her.

“It is... too bad it means the day is almost over,” Talbott sighed. He spared a glance at the girl next to him.

‘She’s so pretty...’ Judith glanced at Talbott, blushing under his intense gaze.

“W-What,” she asked. Talbott blinked, as if he was waking up from a daze.

“Ah... sorry, little bird. You just look really pretty,” Talbott confessed. Judith’s blush grew worse.

“T-thank you, Talbott... and little bird,” Judith said softly. Talbott rubbed the back of neck sheepishly.

“Y-Yeah... like a nickname. You have a free spirit like a bird and you are smaller than me. Maybe one day I could help you become an Animagus...”

“R-Really? You promise,” Judith asked, hope shining in her irises. Talbott smiled and held out his pinky finger. The young girl giggled and hooked her pinky with his.

“I promise, little bird...” The two gazed into each other’s eyes, a matching soft smile can be found on both their faces.

Overcome with something she couldn’t explain, Judith leaned in and pressed her lips against Talbott’s cheek. She lingered there for a few seconds before pulling away.

Talbott raised a hand to his now flushed cheek.

“W-what was that f-for?” Judith let out another giggle. This was the first time she heard the boy stutter all day.

“Because I like you, bird boy. Thank you for today, I’ll never forget it.” Talbott grinned at her confession, wrapping his arms around the girl tightly. Judith nuzzled his neck, feeling at peace in his embrace.

Soon Kendrick called out the two, letting his daughter know it was time to head back. The pair were reluctant to leave the warm bubble they created but scaled down the tree.

Before the father and daughter could leave, Talbott handed Judith a white clover.

“Think of me, little bird...”

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And Judith did.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Soon it’s been more than two years since they met.

Her papa had told her it would be difficult to plan another day for the both of them because of her mother’s controlling behavior.

But they did exchange letters. The parents created a plan to make it seem like they were corresponding to each other but in reality, it was their kids. This way Sade didn’t going poking her nose where it didn’t belong. It disheartened the girl that she couldn’t see her friend, but she kept the flower that Talbott given her. It was hidden away in a Muggle fairytale book. With each day and letter, she would hope that maybe there was a chance where she and Talbott see each other again.

Until the fateful day that forced her to hide her ray of sunshine from the world.

It was the year that she turned 9 years old. Not too long after her 9th birthday, her older brother was expelled and sent to another wizarding school in America to live with their mother’s family. It broke the little girl’s heart to have her brother leave.

“It wouldn’t be for forever, Pip. I’ll be back before you know it. I love you, little sister...”

The two wrote frequently, Jamal telling about his classes and what he’s been learning.

It was one of his lessons that lead to Judith’s fatal mistake.

It was a bitterly cold winter day in London and Judith woke up to an empty, freezing house. She knew her Papa was working at St. Mungos but her mother never told her where she went.

She got backhanded across the face the one time she asked...

Staring at the barren fireplace with a frown, Judith came up with an idea. Quickly running to her parents’ room, she found her mother’s wand on the dresser.

Returning to the fireplace, Judith focused on her memory on one of her brother’s letters about a fire spell.

After a few tries, she able to cast the spell correctly. Judith smiled, taking in the warmth that came from the flames.

It was at that moment Sade walked in.

It didn’t take the woman long to piece the puzzle together and for her anger to rained down on the unsuspecting girl.

With quick strides, she slapped the fear stricken little girl.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing little girl,” she growled, snatching her wand from off the ground where Judith dropped it.

“I-I’m s-sorry, Mother! I-I-I was just c-cold,” Judith whimpered, tears prickling her eyes. She could already feel the bruise forming on her cheek.

“Cold, huh? Let’s fix that, shall we,” Sade laughed hollowly. She aimed the tip of her wand right at her daughter’s face.

“Mother, p-please, no-!”

“Incendio!”

The pain scream of the girl echoed throughout the house...

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Pale eyes opened up blearily at sound her owl’s insistent hoots, telling her it was the dreaded morning.

“Okay, okay, you little menace. I’m up,” the girl groaned. She felt a feather face nuzzle her left cheek.

Where her burn scar resided.

The girl sighed and petted her loyal avian friend before rolling out of bed to get ready for the school day.

Judith was now 18, in her final year at Hogwarts. It’s been 9 years since her mother scarred her for life, both physically and mentally.

While she had to live this scar, with slightly blurry vision in her left eye, it was a needed change.

Turns out her mother had an ongoing affair three years after she was born. Which explained where she would go at random times and why she was so defensive about her whereabouts.

Her father was quick to divorce her mother and gain custody of her. Not like Sade put up a fight for her in the first place.

“Why would I? I don’t love her, hell I never wanted her. You can keep her, Kendrick!”

Judith was never meant to hear their part of their argument but she did.

Her burn scar was like a cruel reminder for the female Harris.

That she wasn’t as loved as she thought she was.

After the incident, Judith would lock herself in her room for hours, most times just laying in bed. She would either cry herself to sleep or stare numbly up at the ceiling. She stopped sending letters to Jamal and Talbott. Her mental health got so bad to the point her father had to take sick days to make sure she took care of herself.

She knew she would send her dear father to an early grave after he found out about her cutting situation two years ago. She’s been doing so ever since she got to Hogwarts. Without the comfort her Papa constantly being there and no promise of friends, the slide of a blade against her skin helped ease the tension she constantly felt.

She just wasn’t quick enough to put on a long sleeve shirt when he noticed the horizontal scars on her left arm.

Judith saw the heartbreak and fear in her father’s pale gold eyes. As much she didn’t love herself, she knew her father would always love her.

So she tried. Tried to be better.

Her first order of business was concealing her scars. Permanently.

With her father’s permission, Judith got her left arm tatted. She sketched all of her tattoos and got them done by an old friend from the past. Her best friend from when she lived in Barbados, Malik Coleman. He was older than her by two years and had a passion for body art. Judith was willing to be his first customer. And she loved the work he did for her.

Of course this didn’t increase her social standing at school.

While she was seen as delinquent and a reject, she did receive love and warmth in some people since arriving to Hogwarts.

The first person to ever show her kindness and her birthday twin, Professor Flitwick.

Her first friend she made at school, David Willows.

Her older “siblings��: Bill Weasley, Orion Amari, Erika Rath, and Phoenix Lang.

Few Quidditch mates like Andre Egwu, Katriona Cassiopeia, Lizzie Jameson, and Cato Reese.

Her irritating but loveable dance partner and dueling partner (at least magic based), Diego Caplan.

Sweetheart and fellow Healer assistant, Chiara Lobosca.

Loveable giant and creature buddy, Barnaby Lee.

Bully turned friend and singing buddy, Merula Synde.

Artist buddy, Badeea Ali.

Her sweet half-brother, Nuri Lockheart.

Her adoptive sister from a different family, Amelia Booth.

Judith has felt bouts of happiness when she’s around her friends. Doing things she remembering she loved doing from when she little.

But there was one person who could truly revive that side of her. And he did when she first saw him.

Talbott Winger.

Her first friend since she moved to Europe. And her biggest crush.

But it looks like he forgot all about her.

Even after spending time with him when she and David wanted to become Animagi.

Even finding his beloved white feather necklace, gifted to him by his mother.

He doesn’t seem to recognize her. Judith partially blamed herself since she basically hides out in corners of the school or keep her face as covered as possibly. Even though everyone knew about her scar after a bullying incident from first year, Judith still felt incredibly self-conscious.

But she would’ve thought maybe Talbott would’ve instantly felt their connection like she did. Stuff that she read about in fairytales.

But she was wrong.

And Judith never feel confident enough to openly approach him and tell him who she was, so she’s been pining after the Ravenclaw wizard for years...

She thought it was probably for the best. She was never meant for a happy ending...

“Good morning, baby girl! How’s my little princess doing,” Kendrick greeted as the girl stepped into the kitchen. Judith gave a faint smirk.

“Papa, I’m 18,” Judith reminded as she walked up to her dad. Kendrick rose a brow.

“What’s your point,” he asked, leaning down to kiss her forehead. The girl giggled and shook her head.

She would always be her father’s little princess and nobody can tell him otherwise. Not even her.

“Nevermind, Papa. What’s for breakfast,” she asked, peeking around her giant father.

“Fruit salad, pancakes, bacon, and fresh glass passion juice,” Kendrick answered, handing his daughter a plate and cup. Judith thanked her father and proceed to eat her breakfast.

“So... you spoke to Talbott recently,” Kendrick asked as he washed the dishes. Judith choked on her juice.

“Papa!” Kendrick rolled his eyes at her scandalized tone.

“Oh c’mon now, baby girl. I saw you kiss the boy with you were 7. He’s the only one I really approved of anyways,” he said, mumbling the last part to himself. But thanks to Judith’s Animagus abilities, she heard him.

“You are nowhere near subtle about it. You terrified Andre half to death after I told you he had a small crush on me,” Judith said with an eye roll of her own.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady. And I was only kidding...”

“You threaten to break his bones in way where it would never heal properly so he wouldn’t be able to play Quidditch if he broke my heart.”

“What’s your point?” Judith tried to fight a fond smile that threatened to break out on her face. A lot of girls would find this type of behavior to be overbearing but she knew that her father just deeply cared for her.

He wanted her happy.

Happy with someone who would he knew he could trust to cherish her.

“You’re impossible, Papa,” the girl laughed, picking up her empty plate and glass to give to her dad to wash. She got on her toes to give the man a brief kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for breakfast, Papa. I’m off to school and will be at Quidditch practice afterwards, so I’ll be out for awhile. Bye Papa, I love you,” Judith said, giving the Ravenclaw alumni a quick hug before running out the kitchen.

“Have a good day, baby girl! And I love you too,” Kendrick called after her.

Judith ran into her room to grab her broomstick and went outside. Settling on her broom, Judith took off into sky, which was slowly brightening as the sun began to peak over the horizon. She quickly switched to broom surfing, laughing as she flew.

Judith was an early riser, always up before the sun. She liked the tranquility of the morning, especially at the castle.

She liked to hang around a professor or hang out with her creatures before class started. Or possibly enjoy doing her hobbies before anyone could really bother her.

She looked to smash some practice dummies with Bludgers so she could get out any pent up aggression from her system.

Little did she know that it lead to her first run-in with her Prince Charming...

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“Andre, when I asked for you teach me about Quidditch so Madam Hooch doesn’t catch me off guard with her questions, I expected you just to tell me different facts. Not drag me all the way out here to the Quidditch Pitch,” Talbott deadpanned as his best mate pulled him along.

“Visuals can be just as good as me just telling you, Tal. If you visited a Quidditch match a day in your life, this wouldn’t be an issue for you,” the style wizard retorted. The pair were just about to going into the changing rooms when they heard the sound of metal smashing against metal.

Intrigued, the two Ravenclaw wizards went to investigate.

They spotted the figure of a short girl effortlessly swinging her bat to beat the giant flying metal spheres heading towards her into the dummies in front of her.

Andre smiled.

“Ah, perfect! Prime example. One of the Quidditch positions there are is a Beater. There are two Beaters per team and they’re the only ones who hold a bat. Beaters are both offensive and defense players, beating Bludgers, formerly known as Blooders...” Talbott slowly toned Andre out as he stared the girl, who apparently plays Beater.

Her long hair was pulled back into a high ponytail to keep her hair out her face. Her short, curvy stature was covered with a form fitting black and yellow jersey with some short gym shorts to match. When she swung a certain way, Talbott can spy some ink on her left arm.

“Who is she,” Talbott asked, interrupting Andre’s lesson. The Ravenclaw Seeker looked a bit peeved when he realized that Talbott wasn’t even paying him any real attention but turned to study the girl to figure out her identity.

“Oh, that’s Tigress. One of Hufflepuff’s Beaters,” Andre said with a fond smile. Talbott glanced at him, slightly annoyed.

“Tigress? I meant her real name, Egwu,” he said.

“Why are you so pressed on knowing her real name, mate? What? You like what you see,” Andre asked, wagging his eyebrows at the now flustered wizard.

“W-Wha- Andre! Be serious, will you,” Talbott hissed, not willing to admit that he did like what he sees. A lot.

Andre chuckled.

“Hey, if you do, I don’t blame you. I even crushed on her for a short while. Judith is very beautiful, despite what people say about her,” Andre said.

“Why did you stop liking her,” Talbott asked, curious to hear this. Andre shuddered.

“Her father is definitely not one to be trifled with. As much as I admired her and respected her dad, he terrifies me a little,” Andre supplied. Talbott made a curious noise.

“But aren’t all fathers like that? Especially when it comes to their daughters,” Talbott asked. Andre gave him a funny look.

“Talbott, mate. Do you not who Judith is,” Andre asked instead.

“I felt like I heard her name somewhere before, but it’s not ringing any bells,” Talbott shrugged. Andre shook his head.

“The Cursed Child? Scarface? The Hufflepuff Reject? Any of those ringing any bells at all,” Andre pressed. Red eyes widen slightly.

“Yeah... now it does,” Talbott mumbled, narrowing his eyes at the girl.

Supposedly a group of older Slytherins and Gryffindors were bullying her back in their first year. A Slytherin boy pulled her hair loose which was hiding a burn scar the covered the left side of her face. The skinny Hufflepuff witch proved to be quite viscous as she attacked her bullies after humiliatingly her.

She was the same girl who sought him out to help her and her friend, David, to become Animagi. The same one found and returned his mum’s feather necklace with a simply note as the only evidence that it was her who done the act.

“And her father,” Talbott asked.

“He visits on occasion, mainly during Quidditch season. It would be impossible to miss him. They’re basically twins. And he’s fiercely protective of her. While no one really knows the true origin of her scar, it affected him just as much it did her. He’s not afraid to come to his daughter’s defense if anyone were to make her uncomfortable about it. Even though he is a Healer, he can quite dangerous himself. From what I understand, whatever Judith knows about fighting, whether magic or Muggle-based, came from him,” Andre supplied.

“She’s... an enigma for lack of a better word,” Talbott finally said.

“A beautiful one, at that,” Andre added. He got a raised brow for his comment.

“It’s rare to see her face. I’m surprised she doesn’t have her hoodie right now. But when I tell you she has the most unique pair of eyes I’ve ever seen, believe me. Such a bright color but muddled with sadness,” Andre sighed, wistfully.

The red eye boy cocked his head before walking forward.

“Talbott, where are you-”

“What does it look like? I’m going to talk to her,” Talbott called over his shoulder.

“Talbott, wait, you-”

Judith knew it was about time for her to change and head to first class. Freezing her Bludgers, her ears picked up the sound of someone approaching from behind. Her heart seized in her chest at the thought someone seeing her scar.

“Hey, Judith right,” Talbott called out to her as he got closer.

‘Oh crap, why does it have to be him?! I gotta leave before he sees my face!’ With that in mind, Judith grabbed her bag and took off for the nearest exit. She can hear Talbott calling out to her but she didn’t dare stop until she was out of the Quidditch Pitch.

“Damn,” Talbott cursed under his breath. He was only a few feet away from her when she took off as if a bunch of devils were behind her.

“I tried to warn you, you blokehead. Judith is incredibly skittish when it comes to people she doesn’t interact with regularly. I can only imagine how she could be when her entire face is exposed,” Andre chided. Talbott rolled his eyes and sighed.

“It’s not like I haven’t spoken to her before. She returned something of mine a few years ago and I never got the chance to properly thank her,” Talbott grumbled, kicking the grass. Andre’s gaze soften at his admission.

“If you didn’t get the chance, then she probably wasn’t looking for you to thank her. She may be an outcast in this school but she’s definitely the school’s hidden sweetheart,” Andre said, squeezing his fellow house mate’s shoulder. A frown worked it’s way on Talbott’s face.

‘Just who are you? And why do you feel so familiar to me...’

“Time to go, class starts in a few minutes,” Andre coaxed. The wizard gave his friend a nod, turning to follow him until something on the ground caught his eye.

“What is it, mate,” Andre asked as he watch Talbott bend down to pick something up.

It was twin set of thick gold cuff bracelets. The outside had twin arrows engraved on it and each had a unique message on the inside.

To my baby girl: If I could give you one thing in life, it would be to give you the ability to yourself in my eyes. Then would you realize how special you are to me.

Whenever you feel overwhelmed... Remember whose daughter you are and straighten your crown.

“Talbott?” Red eyes meant brown ones with a small smile.

“I think I found a way to talk to her...”

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fatoujallovv · 4 years ago

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stay with me in heaven everyday

“it’s saturday, love, it’s ok if you fall back asleep.”

“no,” eliott grumbles, peering up at lucas, “have to stay awake to see your pretty face.”

“stop that,” lucas blushes.

“s’the truth. you have the prettiest face of all the faces. i’m gonna look at you forever.”

1.6k of ridiculously domestic fluff. that’s it that’s the fic

read on ao3 or under the cut!

it’s fragile in the morning hours.

the golden haze builds a comforting cocoon of time and space, surrounds the room with a blanket of warmth – the sounds soft, the shadows gentle.

it’s fragile but it’s kind, in the way a petal floats in the wind, translucent, delicate, beautiful.

eliott lies on his side, facing the window, lucas glued to his back. there’s a small arm tucked firmly around his waist, lucas’ warm, even breath tickles the back of his neck. it’s the type of morning that welcomes the glow of the rising sun right into his heart, warming him entirely. it’s a miracle, he thinks, that in all the worlds of darkness, he has found himself basking in endless light.

his mouth turns up lazily at the corners as he feels lucas’ hand release its hold. he begins to trace shapes across eliott’s back, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder blade as he spells out je t’aime across eliott’s spine.

“my miracle,” eliott hums as he flips over to face lucas.

“what’s that?”

“nothing, my love, just happy to be here. with you,” eliott smiles into a gentle kiss, “g’morning.”

“morning,” lucas replies, whisper soft, resuming his tracing – now along eliott’s cheekbone. he lets his eyes drift closed at the touch, lets lucas draw swirls and hearts all over his face, “how’d you sleep?”

“mmm... slept good,” eliott murmurs, an aggressive yawn bubbling to the surface.

“sure sounds like you did,” lucas chuckles.

eliott cracks open an eye to peer at his amused smile, “shut up, i’m just relaxed. you’re relaxing.”

“thanks,” lucas smiles, pulling him close, resting eliott’s very relaxed face on his chest, “you’re relaxing too, you dumb giraffe.”

eliott nestles his smile into lucas’ t-shirt, then, allowing lucas to gently play with his hair.

“feels like you’re doing live asmr with all this,” eliott giggles, “keep it up and i’m falling back asleep.”

“it’s saturday, love, it’s ok if you fall back asleep.”

“no,” eliott grumbles, peering up at lucas, “have to stay awake to see your pretty face.”

“stop that,” lucas blushes.

“s’the truth. you have the prettiest face of all the faces. i’m gonna look at you forever.”

“you aren’t so hard to look at yourself, you know.”

“no deflecting mister, time to face the facts. you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

“i’m not deflecting, mister. to me, it’s you. you’re the most beautiful person in my world.”

“and you say i’m the hopeless romantic in this relationship,” eliott mumbles as he tucks his chin back into lucas’ chest.

“idiot,” lucas mumbles back.

and then silence engulfs them again. but this is the thing about mornings like these, the silence is neither harsh nor cold. it welcomes the sounds of the birds, cars, lucas’ heartbeat. it fills eliott’s heart with i love you’s and his mind with peace. he smooths the wrinkles of lucas’ shirt under his palm and smiles.

you make the silence alright. you make my mind a safer place to live.

the i love you he whispers into lucas’ collar doesn’t quite have the same weight as all the romantic sentiments swirling in his head, but it will have to do for now. lucas responds with a kiss to his forehead and a gentle i love you too, and all he wants is to live in this perfect morning forever.

—

he doesn’t recall drifting back to sleep in lucas’ arms, but the next thing he remembers is the tickle of a finger tracing down his nose, lucas’ lips following behind to press light kisses down from between his eyebrows to the tip of his nose, finally landing on his lips. he rolls onto his back, pulling lucas on top of him with a wide grin.

“promise to wake me up like that for the rest of our lives?”

“hmmm, i think i might be able to make that promise,” lucas giggles, “on one condition.”

“and what is that?”

“you have to promise i’ll always fall asleep in your arms.”

“alright,” eliott beams, holding out his hand for a pinky promise, “deal.”

when lucas links their pinkies, eliott tugs on his hand to pull him into a kiss. they keep smiling and laughing and yawning into it, but it’s perfect all the same. when lucas eventually pulls back, eliott can’t help staring. the warm sunlight spills over him like a dream, his smile lights up his whole face.

“so beautiful,” eliott muses.

lucas ducks his head, bashful and utterly adorable in eliott’s expert opinion.

“thank you,” lucas whispers.

“thank you?”

“i just… you say so many sweet things like that. and you aren’t just saying them to flatter me, you say them to say them. because you want to say them. and i don’t know, i never thought i’d be loved like that. so yeah, thank you. i love you. kind of a lot actually.”

eliott can’t imagine a soul on earth that would be capable of thinking lucas is anything less than a miracle. he pulls him down into a hug, mumbles an i love you too into his hair, pressing a kiss to the blush at the top of his ear.

i love you, i love you, i love you

—

eliott’s stomach has never growled so loud in his life.

“i guess it’s time we get our lazy asses up and have some breakfast, huh?” lucas laughs.

“guess so,” eliott grumbles, stretching his arms high above his head before pulling the covers up close to his chin, entirely contradicting his sentiment of getting up.

“c’mon,” lucas coaxes, sitting up and excavating eliott’s hand from under the covers to drag him up too, “time to eat, love of my life, my dearest eliott, most beautiful and talented man in the world.”

“you’re just trying to butter me up,” eliott chuckles.

“is it working?”

“try a little harder.”

lucas rolls his eyes as eliott nestles even more into the covers.

“my spectacular boyfriend, best filmmaker in all of france, reason i carry on in this mundane life, might you please grace me with your presence for breakfast?”

“alright,” eliott feigns exasperation, “if i must, my king, keeper of my heart, love of a thousand lifetimes.”

“shut up,” lucas laughs, leaving for the kitchen.

eliott finds him gathering ingredients for blueberry muffins on the counter. eliott reaches for the fridge to find some bacon to add to the mix, but lucas swats his hand away.

“ah ah ah, lover boy, no ‘helping’ today. i want normal, edible muffins, ok?” he punctuates the last word with a sweet kiss to his cheek and a smile. eliott laughs brightly, stepping back with his hands raised in surrender to go connect his phone to the speaker instead. maybe one day he’ll get to try out blueberry-bacon muffins.

lucas puts on an apron to start mixing up the batter, and he looks absolutely adorable, so eliott decides to indulge the master baker in some more palatable background music (at least to lucas’ standards, eliott sees nothing wrong with a little edm in the morning).

he queues some things then hits play, the first notes of should i stay or should i go coming through the speaker. lucas has begun adding the blueberries to the batter, and turns his head when eliott comes up to rest his chin on his shoulder.

“thank you,” lucas beams, “some good music for once.”

eliott giggles at that, stepping back to lean against the fridge and watch lucas at work. he stirs the batter, lines and fills the muffin tin, all while singing along and dancing like an idiot. a beautiful, angelic idiot, but still.

he puts the muffins in the oven right as the song ends. he turns around as somebody to love begins to play. eliott smiles at the thrilled look on his face and holds out a hand for lucas.

“shall we dance?” he giggles as lucas takes his hand and spins under his arm.

“mmm, that sounds nice,” lucas hums, pulling eliott close and starting to sway to the beat. they rock back and forth for a while, leaning their foreheads together, until lucas can’t help but burst into song. the dance slowly morphs from slow and sweet to pure chaos. they’re just bouncing all around the apartment, screaming the lyrics to each other, one song after another. thank god they live alone now, because otherwise, mika might have come out and drop kicked them into next week. the downstairs neighbors still may have a few choice words for them, but he can’t bring himself to care.

they dance and dance and dance, running around until they barely have enough breath to sing along. and suddenly, a burning smell.

“SHIT” lucas yells, staring at the oven before whipping his head back to gape at eliott.

“did you set a timer?” eliott asks, barely concealing a giggle. lucas starts to shake his head, and they both burst out laughing. lucas rushes to the oven, doubled over, rips the muffins out as eliott cackles behind him. help! by the beatles starts blasting from the speaker, which certainly doesn’t help their laughing fit as they stare down at the charred muffins.

“i think we better go out for a nice brunch date,” lucas chuckles, pulling a muffin out and hitting the charred blob against the table, “i think these might not be edible.”

“i think we can make that happen,” eliott grins.

“c’mon, let's get you dressed, demaury,” lucas smiles, dropping the burnt muffin to grab eliott’s hand, “i’m taking you on a date.”

#skam france #elu #elu fic #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #mystuff #mywriting

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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years ago

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expanding the drunkenness scale

frat jj x reader

words: 2690

warnings: the norms (alcohol, cursing)

synopsis: you finally get to see past six drink jj

a/n: requested by an anon; once again i must warn to drink responsibly!!! also i just passed 100 followers, thank you all so much for the support, i only started this up a few weeks ago, so this is crazy to me!

So, you’ve seen the ramifications of six drink JJ, barely standing, barely speaking coherently. Nothing could’ve prepared you for more than six drink JJ. It was almost like he caught a second wind, and it kind of felt like chasing a child around, he was so unpredictable.

One afternoon, after you got off of work, you saw you had about 15 texts from JJ about attending a baseball game. It had already started, but you confirmed with him that he was still there and started to drive toward the field.

You showed your student ID to get in and then walked to the bottom of the reserved student section to look for JJ and whatever friends he was there with. Before you could find him, you heard a loud, “Baby!” and looked up to see him all the way across the section, standing and waving at you. People looked between the two of you, amused, and you blushed at the sudden attention, quickly making your way to him.

“You’re drunk already?” you asked incredulously as he wrapped you up in a hug, hand reaching down to your ass.

“We pre-gamed!” he told you excitedly as you tried to get him to sit down.

He leaned into you, arm wrapped loosely around your shoulder and you sighed, “Yes, I see that. Do you even know the score, bud?”

JJ shrugged, eyes not leaving your face, “It’s tied.”

You looked around him at the scoreboard to see your school winning 5-2. Snorting out a laugh, you patted his shoulder, “Not quite, but good try.”

JJ waved your words off before brightening up, “Oh hey, we’re having a party tonight, you should come.”

“I know you are, you told me last week.”

“Oh,” he looked confused as he took a swig of a beer you didn’t even realize he had before continuing, “well are you coming?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, J.”

“Good, I need my forever date with me,” he tapped your nose, almost missing and nailing you eye instead.

From behind you, one of the guys with JJ that you didn’t recognized made a whipping noise at JJ’s response and JJ flipped him off, not looking away from you.

“You’re being cheesy today,” you told him, slight blush on your cheeks.

“Only for you.”

He finished his beer, and you sighed internally as he started to slump into you, “Did you drive?”

JJ lifted his head from your neck and shook his head, mumbling something incoherently.

“What?”

“Bryce drove,” he told you, slurring a little.

“Right, well I drove, you wanna leave and go take a nap?”

He perked up at the word nap and nodded enthusiastically. JJ’s knees buckled when he stood and you tucked yourself under his arm to keep him upright.

“Whoops,” he slurred out, giggling while you struggled to get him to your car.

“Fucking frat boys,” you mumbled under your breath as he tripped again, almost dragging both of you to the ground. After his third stumble in two minutes, you snapped, “Pick your feet up.”

“I’m frat man, baby, not boy.”

“Frat child,” you corrected as you helped him into the passenger seat of your car. You queued up a bunch of songs he likes as you drove to the frat house because if he fell asleep in the car you definitely wouldn’t be able to get him inside. It worked, and you had to repeat the half carry, half drag process all the way to his room to deposit him on his bed.

You started to leave his room and he whined, “Where are you going?”

“I have to go get dressed and pick us up some alcohol before the party in like four hours.”

“Nooo, sleep with me, you have clothes here.”

“I have workout clothes here,” you corrected.

“They look hot,” he shrugged, holding his hands out as if to pull you back.

A nap did sound really enticing. You were tired from your early morning shift, so you gave in, “Fine, but you can’t chirp me for my outfit later.”

JJ held his pinky out to you, “Promise.”

You linked pinkies and laid down next to him. He held his arm out and you put your head on his bicep. JJ curled his arm around your shoulders and both of you fell asleep quickly.

Not setting an alarm was a mistake because you were woken up by music signaling that the party had started already. You checked your phone to see a text from JJ that he had gone with Pope to buy you guys some alcohol and wanted to let you sleep since you seemed so tired.

You sighed and walked over to his closet to find something decent to wear. There was at least one pair of blue jean shorts which made you feel a bit better, and you brushed your teeth before walking downstairs to find your boyfriend and join the party.

JJ was in the kitchen mixing himself a drink when you found him, and he jumped when you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. He quickly realized it was you and smiled, handing you the cup, “For you, milady.”

“Is it actually for me?”

“It is now.”

You took a sip, not knowing what to expect, and almost gagged when you tasted mostly vodka. He laughed at your betrayed face and held out the pitcher of lemonade to add some to your cup.

“Fuck, JJ, how drunk are you to already be drinking shit this strong?”

He furrowed his eyebrows while trying to come up with an answer, and shrugged, holding up three fingers, “I’ve had two drinks.”

You reached over to push one of his fingers back down, “There you go, two.”

“You’re so smart, babe,” he told you before yelling out, “I’m dating a genius!”

“Jesus, J,” you hissed, blushing as people in the kitchen stared at the two of you.

“The people need to know how elite you are.”

“They most definitely do not.”

JJ grinned mischievously before yelling out, “This girl is the greatest person in the world and I love her and no one can-“

You slapped a hand over his mouth, abruptly cutting him off and he licked your palm. With a grimace, you pinched his arm with your other hand, “That’s gross, J. Can I trust you to stop, now?”

He gently pushed your hand away before answering, “Probably not.”

And with that, JJ turned away to fix himself a drink. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the living room where the beer pong tables were set up. There was an open end at the pairs table, so you and JJ took it to play against some two of the other guys who lived in the house.

“Hold my jacket, sweetheart, I don’t know how big this is gonna get,” he told you, stripping off his hoodie.

“I regret making you watch Footloose with me. I know that’s what you were going for there, but I hated it,” you told him seriously, and he just laughed loudly in response.

To say you were carrying the team was an understatement. JJ thought it would be fun to try out an arsenal of trick shots he’d been apparently hiding. The best one was when he attempted a softball pitch and pegged one of the other guys in the forehead. It landed in the cup and JJ cheered, throwing his arms around you in his excitement.

The other guys tried to argue that it didn’t count, but you glared at them until they glumly moved the cup to the side and re-racked the four remaining cups upon your request. They landed one of their shots and you knocked out three of the four, missing the last one.

“Dude,” JJ told them when he lined up to take his after they missed both of theirs, “we kicked your asses.”

“No thanks to you,” you threw in as JJ way overshot in his drunken state.

He grinned dopily at you and threw the last one, not even looking. Of course, it went in, and he leaned down to kiss you firmly.

They missed both of their redemption shots and you dragged JJ away before they could challenge you to a rematch. He finished his drink and you wordlessly handed him yours, still tasting too strongly of vodka for your liking.

JJ chugged the rest of it before setting your empty cups down. He dragged you to the backyard where the music was blasting and a crowd of drunk college students was dancing.

“Care to dance?” he asked, offering a hand.

You figured it was probably the best way to keep an eye on him, so you reluctantly followed him out into the crowd. What JJ meant by dance was holding your hands and jumping around, forcing you to jump with him, until he felt sick. He mumbled something about his tummy and bathroom and you let him go immediately, gently shoving him in the direction of the house.

JJ stumbled inside and you turned around to see Pope dancing nearby. You slid over to him and the two of you danced together for a few songs before you realized how long JJ had been gone and decided you should probably go check on him.

Pope slung an arm over your shoulder and walked with you inside, toward the bathroom. What you saw when you got there almost gave you an aneurism. JJ was sitting on the ground and John B was poised over him, electric razor in hand, clearly about to buzz JJ’s hair.

“Oh fuck,” Pope managed to get out between laughs at your facial expression. He hunched over, arms wrapped around his stomach, as JJ tried to scramble up.

“Maybank, I know you are not about to get your head shaved,” you told him, deadly serious voice, “I know I’m seeing this wrong.”

“No, babe, think about it. My head will feel so nice in the summer when it’s hot. It’s a win-win,” he explained earnestly.

You crossed your arms, “What’s the second win?”

He had no answer for that and instead tried to hug you. John B was slowly trying to get by you two without catching your attention and you poked his chest, “You know better, JB.”

John B shrugged, “To be fair, it was JJ’s idea.”

“When do we ever listen to drunk JJ?” you retorted, ignoring JJ’s defensive “hey!” in the background.

Pressing a kiss to your cheek, John B fully left the bathroom, dragging Pope with him. You looked at JJ and he grinned down at you, “So you’re saying I wouldn’t look good with no hair?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. You are wild past six drinks, bud.”

It didn’t even seem that your words registered with him because immediately after you stopped talking, he snapped his fingers, “Hey, we should go get Whataburger.”

The thought of Whataburger fries was really tempting, so you told JJ, “Stay here, I need to go get my keys and wallet and I’ll drive.”

JJ nodded, seriously, and you jogged off, not actually trusting him to stay in place. You were pretty quick, but by the time you got back to the bathroom, JJ was gone. With a sigh, you tucked your wallet in your back pocket and resigned yourself to having to look for your boyfriend again.

Just like the first time you walked downstairs, he was in the kitchen fixing himself a drink. This time he saw you and loped over to you, drink spilling a little bit. He threw his hands up, even more sloshing out, and cheered, “Honey butter chicken biscuit time!”

“Yes it is, let’s go.”

When you cranked your car up, you were a little surprised to see it was 3 a.m. and JJ immediately plugged his phone up, pulling up a One Direction playlist which he shamelessly listened to pretty regularly.

He rolled his window down and leaned out as you drove down the street, screaming the lyrics to Drag Me Down. You knew he liked feeling the wind in his hair, so you sped a little bit, just for him. When you pulled into the Whataburger drive-thru, he got all the way back in and smiled over at you and said, “Baby, I feel so alive,” just as the song Alive started playing.

You gave him a blank look and ordered his food and a medium fry for yourself. JJ tore into the food almost immediately as you pulled back into the street to drive to the house. He seemed uninterested in joining the party again as he sat in the passenger seat, alternating between bites of the biscuit and sips of his probably mostly vodka drink.

After you parked, JJ stayed sitting as he slowly finished his food and drained the rest of his drink. You nudged him a few times with your elbow to get his attention, “You wanna go upstairs or you wanna rejoin the party.”

He put some serious thought into it before deciding, “Bed time.”

You grabbed your booksack out of the backseat and the two of you went straight upstairs to the bathroom. Locking the door, you made him brush his teeth and get ready for bed. He started to strip out of his clothes and you quickly batted his hands away from where he was tugging his shirt, “Stop it, babe, wait until we get back to your room.”

JJ winked, “Why wait? The door is locked.”

“We’re going to bed, not having sex,” you told him bluntly and swung the door open.

He sighed, grabbing your hand, and followed you down the hall to his room. Dramatically flopping onto the bed, JJ held his arms out to you, “Let’s sleep, I guess, since you don’t love me anymore.”

You rolled your eyes, “I still love you, but you can’t speak without slurring and I’m pretty sure you won’t even remember this conversation in the morning.”

“Probably not,” he admitted, burying his face into your chest. It only took about 45 seconds until he was snoring and you pressed a kiss to the top of his head fondly.

The next morning, you woke up around 10 and decided to sit at the desk he had shoved in the corner to work on a paper for your Child Psychology class. After about 45 minutes, you went downstairs to make some coffee for yourself and the rest of the house, and brought a steaming mug back upstairs to drink while finishing the last two pages of your paper.

You’d just finished editing and submitting it when JJ finally woke up around 1 p.m. He shuffled around a few times, pressing his face into a pillow with a groan.

Laughing softly, you walked over to the bed and sat down next to his head, running your hand through his hair a few times. He pushed his head into it with a slight whine, “My head hurts.”

“I bet it does, sweetheart,” you soothed.

He pouted up at you and you grabbed the medicine and water bottle you’d set up on his bedside table. Clumsily kissing your cheek, he took the medicine and slowly sipped at the water. After clearing his throat a few times, he broke the silence, “How much did I drink yesterday?”

“Well from what I know, you started pre-gaming at 9 a.m. so I imagine your blood is mostly alcohol today.”

“Brain is a little fuzzy,” he admitted.

“You want some coffee?” you asked, starting to stand.

He whined again and wrapped his arms around your waist before you could leave, “Stay.”

Sitting back down, you started stroking his hair again, “You sure, J? I can get you some food while I’m down there.”

“Later,” he mumbled, moving his head to your lap. After about five minutes of you playing with his hair, he was out like a light again, face smushed into the lower part of your stomach, drooling a little bit. You moved to lean back against the headboard and settled in, pulling up Netflix on your phone. Food could wait.

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keigos-dove · 5 years ago

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Teen Hawks Headcanons

Paring: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x G/N!Reader

A/N: This is something @leeswritingworld and I made together inspired by this tweet from @kadeart. We hope you like these!

Word Count: 2,247

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You're his high school sweetheart.

You're the shy quiet kid while he's more outgoing. So while he's chatting with all his friends he always looks over at you to make sure you're doing well and gives you a warm smile like a little "I love you" before going back to talking with his friends.

He sits there in class daydreaming about how wonderful and amazing you are in general and to him. He starts thinking about how he managed to snag you when there are so many other people who would be better.

Whenever he gets the chance, he looks over at you like this and when you give him a shy smile back, he can't concentrate anymore because his heart flutters uncontrollably and he's just overcome with happiness. He always gets called out by the teacher for not paying attention.

You can't help but laugh at him for getting called out but he just laughs it off and continues looking at you and not paying attention. Preferring to copy your notes later and look at you being you instead.

He'll ask you every time to copy your notes, knowing you’ll say yes every time, so that he can see you and get the chance to brush his fingers over yours when you hand him the notebook.

Sometimes he'll just snag the notebook with one of his feathers and grabs your hand just to hold it for a bit and to watch you blush and get even shyer.

He's a teen boy, so he's going cause trouble a lot. Sometimes he manages to hurt himself so carrying a small first aid with bandages has become routine at this point. Sometimes he'll do something dumb to hurt himself on purpose just to see you get worried and bandage him up.

You're not even trying to send him to the nurse's office cause you know he won't go. He'll only want to be patched up by you. He doesn't even think of going to the nurse. He'll just say, "Why go to the nurse’s office when I have my own cute nurse right here." Because we know this dork can't go one sentence without flirting with you even though you're already dating.

He'll just continue to make you blush with his flirting, and you're like "Keigo we're dating." His feathers will ruffle in excitement and happiness when he hears you say that.

Hearing you say his first name makes him so happy because he really only gets called Takami by his teachers and classmates and Hawks by the commission. The only person who knows the real him is you.

He gets made fun of all the time by his classmates because they always tease him saying "He's whipped for the shy kid." but he'll just smile and start bragging about how amazing you are and just proves their point by accident.

He wouldn't care at all that he's getting teased like that cause they don't know what a wonderful person you really are, the only person who knows who he really is and he's just so proud of having you.

He's the one to make sure you don't study till your head pops off your shoulders. He'll come through your window and fly you somewhere to eat for a break to make sure you're not stressing yourself out. He’s doing it whether you complain or not, there’s no avoiding it.

He would also make sure to be one to bring you home from school so he can protect you from eventual bullies.

At school, he brings you snacks, drinks, or sweets from the vending machine so you have something to snack on at all times.

Who needs a school bus when you have birb boyfriend transportation??

He'll just be at your widow in the morning being like, "Where to cutie?"

In high school he starts having nightmares about the stuff the commission does to him so when he does have one he sneaks out, not caring if he gets in trouble, and flies to your place and stays with you for the rest of the night for comfort.

He claims he sleeps best when you're wrapped up in his arms and wings.

Your parents tend to be strict but you don't care and always leave the window open behind the curtain for him to get in when he needs. It's gotten a habit of you two to text each other at night before going to sleep, sending each other sweet goodnight messages.

He's the boyfriend to send good morning and good night texts every day.

If you're lucky when you wake up, he's already there with something small for you to eat for breakfast. He wakes up early and gets ready for school way before you do so that he can get to your place just as you're waking up. Sometimes he's lucky and gets to watch you sleep a few minutes before you do actually wake up.

When he comes early, he slips into your room, kneeling by the bed and brushing his fingers over your cheek saying, "Time to wake up my little dove."

He's the softie who gets upset and apologizes first if you two fight even if it wasn't his fault just because he feels bad and doesn't want you to be mad at him because he doesn't want to lose you.

You always forgive him because he's just holding you so tight close to tears because he feels so bad he made you upset. You just can't stay mad at him no matter what happens.

For example when you get mad because he got into another fight and you have to bandage him up again. He'll look at your distressed face and after you're done immediately hugs you, saying "I’m sorry" the whole time. He'll be so relieved and holding back tears when he feels you hugging him back and hearing the change in your voice when you tell him to be more careful.

Even after you forgive him he'll still be emotional so you have to give him little kisses and promise to get him chicken later to make him feel better. That evening he definitely wants to come home with and fall asleep in your arms with his wings wrapped around you.

Your touch alone can keep him calm as happy enough to fall asleep. If he's not with you he's not sleeping that night.

He's generally much more prone to having nightmares when he sleeps alone. That's also why he prefers to be with you at night. He just feels so safe and secure with you.

He may be the one with wings but he calls you his guardian angel because you're always protecting him, even in his sleep.

He can't explain how grateful he is to have found someone like you who not only sees him as the real boy he is (not who everyone in school thinks he is) but also for you to be the most incredible person he has ever met. Understanding him and being able to calm him down, to ground him in his darkest moments.

You regularly pick him up from Kendo practice and check on him to see if there aren’t any new injuries from training, ‘cause you know he can be clumsy sometimes.

You go to his practices and watch him.

You go to all of his competitions to cheer him on.

You treat him to something nice when he wins and comfort him when he loses.

Keigo gets really cuddly and longs for affection after losing in an exhausting competition, so when you’re at his place afterward, you let him rest his head in your lap and you massage his scalp, shoulders, and back to help him relax.

You have to praise him for doing a good job either way and tell him that he’s really good at Kendo still.

He will nuzzle his face into your body and blush when you praise him like this but it makes him feel better nonetheless.

When he loses it’s one of those rare times when he feels vulnerable and almost weak because he’s always supposed to be strong and always win because that’s what the commission told him.

In moments like these, he can’t get enough of your love, touch, and reassurance because you’re the only one who is able to make him feel better, soothe him and build him up after feeling down like this.

He's always wearing a pair of headphones around his neck because he's a huge music dork. Music is one of is few escapes from reality besides you.

He gets a bit grumpy whenever he forgets them at home because while flying to school, music always helps him relax and focus but when he doesn't have that he gets agitated quickly. He's more than happy to finally see you when he has to go a morning without them.

He makes song playlists for both of you to listen to and has a special playlist with songs that remind him if you when he feels lonely.

He keeps that playlist a secret though. He doesn't want you to find out how whipped he is for you.

He also made a playlist for you if his favorite songs and such for you to add too as well.

He's only gonna add them to your existing playlist anyway.

He always has a pair of your favorite earbuds on him at all times in case you happen to forget yours that day.

He always as an extra connection link. During lunch you can escape to the roof or to the schoolyard and sit under a tree and listen to music together, leaning against each other.

He has to have chicken for lunch every day or he'll be cranky.

But he's really forgetful so it's become a habit that you prepare bento boxes for the both of you. You always fill his up with extra chicken.

He kinda lays in your lap curled up like a cat while you feed him the chicken.

He takes you out to the field behind the school for lunch every day. Not many people go back there. And during the springtime, the flowers are all in full bloom and he picks them and makes flower crowns or little bouquets of them he finds scattered about.

One day when you lay in the flower field after lunch and he's in your lap, he makes a promise to marry you when he's old enough.

He promises you that he won't have to work as a hero, he'll be safe, and he'll have all the free time in the world to spoil you rotten and snuggle all-day.

They first think that it's just lovey-dovey talking from the birb, but then Hawks sits up and gives them a deadly serious look and holds out his pinky to them for a promise.

He promises to protect you from this crazy dangerous society and one day be able to take care of them without any worries of anything or anyone. And you make that promise with him because he doesn't get serious like that often.

Soft forehead touches while he intertwines his hand with yours and you, in return, promise to be strong for him.

You promise to continue to cheer him on and believe in him till that promise becomes a reality.

He plans on buying you promise ring to wear as a necklace to forever remind them about those promises.

The ring is nothing expensive, just a cheap ring he got from a coin machine. But it holds more value than a diamond ever could.

He keeps it in his pocket and when they ask why he is so secretive the whole day when they sit in the flower field one afternoon, he asks them to close their eyes and he wraps the necklace around them and leans against their back, softly whispering to open their eyes again.

He feels bad that the ring isn't fancy or expensive and hopes they still like it anyways. He seals the promise with his softest kiss, it's so soft it almost felt as though he wasn’t there at all.

They well up in tears and they keep it to their chest and heart at all times. One of his delicate feathers is also bound to the necklace and sometimes they kiss it when they miss him at night.

He ends up crying a bit as well, pouring his entire heart and soul for you to see. He thanks you for being there, believing in him, trusting him, loving him. He confesses that you never leave his mind, everything he does is for you, you're his entire world and he'd do anything to make sure you're safe and happy with him till the end of time.

His wings are all puffed up and ruffled behind him because of all the emotions he's feeling. His love is so strong he can't control himself, he just cried and mumbles 'I love you' into your skin till he loses his breath.

You just hold him tightly and tell him you love him back every single time. Running your hands through his hair, feathers, up his back. Anything to calm him down.

It's you and him forever till the end of time and against anything that stands in your way. Together you’re stronger than anything, and are prepared for whatever troubles you may face once Keigo becomes a pro hero.

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detectivejay-chuckles-halstead · 4 years ago

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Hello Again // Pt 3 // Jay Halstead x Reader

Description: You and Jay bond over a mutual understanding while you figure yourself out.

Words: 3708

Warnings: Domestic Violence, PTSD, Anxiety

Pairing: Jay x Reader

A/N: Thank you all for the continued support. It’s hard for me to write this seeing as it hits a little too close to home. But I do it 1) to help me process it and 2) to bring awareness to the struggles of domestic violence. I hope you all enjoy the new chapter.

Part 1 Part 2

The weekend went smooth, Jay having switched out with Kim on Saturday night and Hailey taking over Sunday. You weren't expecting Jay until Monday night, but you'd mentioned having to change forms at Blake's school. Which is why he was waiting outside with a McDonald's bag for both you and Blake.

"Jay!" Blake called out when he saw the man, running to him and giving him a hug.

"Hey, buddy. I got you breakfast," he told the boy, handing him his McDonald's bag. He stood up, opening the backdoor of his truck to let Blake climb in. You relaxed as he shut the door, letting him take you in his arms. "You feeling okay? Heard it was a rough weekend."

"I'm doing okay. Just figuring out next steps. I know I shouldn't but-" He cut you off.

"It's okay to make plans, Y/N. I'd be worried if you weren't. Plus, you're stuck with me all day. Food?" You laughed as you took the bag before he helped you in the truck.

Blake spent the drive in a mix of eating and talking Jay's ear off. It definitely hadn't been a smooth weekend, but Blake seemed to be taking it in strides compared to you. He'd told him about the social worker and the nice doctor at the hospital.

Dr Charles had spoken to you before you'd left that day, suggesting both you and Blake made appointments. You were more than considering it, already figuring out scheduling with his office. It seemed like a good idea. He’d told you that it didn’t seem like Blake really had any severe lasting effects aside from anxiety -- which he assured was a good thing, that it could have been much worse. It still made you feel like a horrible parent. Dr Charles had really stressed the importance of you coming to see him, though. With your anxiety and panic attacks, the lasting physical trauma as well as the emotional. You weren’t going to deny that you were struggling even after just a few days after leaving Jason.

“Can you come in with me?” you asked Jay softly as he neared the school. His response was just reaching over and taking your hand in his own, giving you that silent confirmation that he wasn’t going anywhere. You allowed some of the tension to drop out of your shoulders. Already, doing this was going to be a bit easier with Jay next to you.

“You ready, buddy?” Jay asked your son, looking at Blake in the rearview mirror as soon as the truck was in park

“Yeah!” he agreed with a smile, unbuckling his seatbelt. The three of you got out of the car, Jay’s hand brushing yours as you walked. You decided to take a move, albeit a small one, linking your pinky with his. As much as you wanted to see his reaction, you kept looking ahead. If you were being honest, you were scared. But you knew that was okay, feeling his pinky tighten just enough to keep a hold.

The two of you walked Blake to his classroom before going to the front office.

“Hello, Mrs Franklin,” Patricia the office assistant greeted with a smile. “And who do you have with you today?”

“I’m actually here to change Blake’s emergency contact paperwork. Jason and I are splitting,” you informed her. Jay’s hand came to rest on your lower back. “I need to take Jason off the paperwork, as well as remove him as an authorized guardian to take Blake off school property. And I need to add Jay here in his place.”

“Okay, let me grab that paperwork,” she agreed, getting up and walking to the filing cabinet. You were startled when Jay leaned in, mouth next to your ear.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, hand still resting on your back.

“You’re his father, Jay,” you reminded him. “And I know we haven’t talked about how much you want to be involved, but you have as much of the right to be on that paperwork as I do. I wasn’t planning on doing it today, just taking Jason off. But...you were here.” You looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips as he nodded in agreement.

“The two of you just need to fill out this paperwork,” Patricia told the two of you, handing over a clipboard.

“I should let you know…” But Jay didn’t let you get it out before he grabbed it from Patricia, looking between you and the paperwork. “I was going to tell you before you grabbed the paperwork,” you sighed.

“You could have told me days ago that his name is Blake Halstead,” he reminded you. It was true, but you were already so scared he was going to run.

“Can we just...do this paperwork?” He nodded, focusing his attention on the paperwork. There really wasn’t anything for you to fill out besides your agreement signature.

“Here you go,” Jay told Patricia, handing her the clipboard. “Could you also do us a favor?” The older woman nodded in agreement. “If Jason shows up here at all, give me a call.” He handed her his card, getting a nod as she slid it in Blake’s file. The two of you walked out of the school, and you couldn’t help but be a bit tense. You weren’t sure how upset Jay was about the revelation. Over the past three years, you’d learned to think that every argument, every disagreement, every silent treatment, every screaming match would turn nuclear. It was ingrained in your head that violence could happen at the drop of a hat.

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Things seemed to be going well. The two of you had gotten married less than a month ago; the honeymoon phase of your relationship was still in full effect. Jason seemed to love Blake like he was his own. That was all you could ever ask for, hope for. And he treated you like you were his world.

“What’s this?” he asked you one night as you were laid out on the couch, Blake having already gone to bed. You were engrossed in a book, so you didn’t look up. “I asked you, what is this?” he asked again, grabbing your book and holding up a cocktail napkin.

“Some guy slipped me his number last week. I was gonna throw it away when I did laundry tomorrow,” you answered as you sat up, not sure why he was making a big deal out of it.

“Did you call him?” Jason then followed up with. There was no way he was getting jealous was there? He knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, right?

“Of course not, Jason. I love you. Nobody else,” you assured him, standing up and cupping his cheek. He backed up, balling up the napkin and tossing it on the floor. “Why are you making this such a big deal?”

“You’re the one with some random guy’s phone number!” he corrected. All you saw in his eyes was rage before you felt the sting on your cheek, tears coming to your eyes. You were too shocked to do anything besides look at the floor where your eyes landed after the impact. If only you’d known then that it was only going to be the first time, not even close to the last.

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“You do this thing where you space out,” Jay mentioned, rousing you again, You hadn’t realized you’d leaned your head on the window, staring out at the traffic, too lost in your own thoughts. “Talk to me, please?”

“Dr Charles said the same thing the other day,” you mumbled, continuing to watch the cars go by as he drove. You weren’t sure where you were at or where you were going. The only thing you did know was that you were safe as long as Jay was there. “He said he thinks it’s me disassociating as a coping mechanism.”

“Do you remember when we first met, how much of a mess I was?” You nodded, feeling his hand on yours. You weren’t sure if he was trying to get more of your attention or if it was just a comforting thing for him. He’d always been a touchy kind of guy. “Disassociating is very common in PTSD.”

“I don’t have PTSD, Jay,” you corrected, glancing over at him, seeing him perplexed. You weren’t sure why though, eyes back out the window. “You have a reason to have PTSD, a war you fought in. I don’t.”

“It’s not called Shell Shock anymore for a reason, Y/N. Anybody can get PTSD. You lived -- more or less -- in a hostage situation for the past three years. I may not know exactly what you went through, or those feelings. But I am here for you. I understand the anxiety and the triggers and the flashbacks. Even if you aren’t experiencing them, or if you don’t realize you are. You have somebody here who understands.” You squeezed his hand, the neighborhood beginning to look very familiar.

“Why are we here?” you asked, breath catching in your throat.

Your heart started pounding in your chest. You couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t you breathe? You didn’t feel the truck stop, breaths shallow and fast as you gripped his hand like a vise. You weren’t supposed to be here. Jay had promised...You never had to go back. Never. That’s why you left. Thoughts swirled in your head, not able to pick out just one. You felt his hands on you, felt him turn your head to look at him.

“Y/N, look at me,” he instructed, but it sounded like you were underwater, blood rushing in your ears. “Look at me. Focus on me.” His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you back just enough to focus. Not enough to calm down though. “He’s not here. My team has made sure of it.”

You tried listening, but all you could see was Jason. He was going to be inside. You knew it. He was going to be inside, and he was going to kill you.

“Do you trust me?” Jay then asked. That was a loaded question. Of course you trusted him. It was Jason you didn’t trust. You just nodded, not trusting your voice. “We’re going to go inside. You’re going to pack whatever you need or want to take. And then we’re going to go back to the apartment. Ruzek and Kim are tailing Jason right now. They’ll let me know if he heads this way. You’re safe. I promise. Just breathe with me. You’re safe.”

He began doing a deep breathing exercise which you mimicked the best you could, finally feeling like your chest wasn’t collapsing in on itself. Your heart was still racing. You were still terrified. But Jay knew what he was talking about. Right? The two of you sat there, staring at each other, breathing for another five minutes before he led you inside.

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“Jay,” you mumbled as you felt him roughly roll onto his side.

The two of you had been sharing a bed for a month. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken you up, but it was the first time he didn’t wake himself up. His leg brushed against yours as you heard him mumble something before letting out a choked out sob.

You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The two of you had gone to bed early for once, falling asleep just holding each other. He’d had a rough day, but didn’t want to talk about it. You couldn’t blame him though. From what little he’d told you, it was obvious that whatever had happened while he was in Afghanistan was...horrible. He’d bunched the pillow up, holding onto it. You could see a look of discomfort on his face. Or maybe it was fear. It was hard to tell while he was asleep.

“Jay,” you said again, a little more forcefully as your hand came down on his shoulder.

His eyes shot open. It was easy to tell he didn’t know he was safe, that he was in your apartment as he reached out to grab your wrist. You quickly pulled away though.

“Jay!” He blinked a few times, tears on his cheeks that you didn’t recognize sooner. “You’re okay,” you assured him as he ran a hand across his face. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” he answered as he got up, stretching out his shoulders. You’d seen his scars, knew that he’d been through a lot. He paced the bedroom, but didn’t venture further before joining you in bed again. He leaned into you, your arm draping over his shoulders.

“I know we really don’t know each other that well,” you told him softly, kissing the top of his head. “But I do care about you. And if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

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You thought since you’d gone to Jay, that you would never be back here. But that was a pipe-dream, Jay being the one to drag you back. Your hands were shaking as you unlocked the front door. There was glass shattered on the floor, crunching under your shoes as you walked.

“I don’t want to take much, Jay,” you told him softly, trying to keep it together. “Some of my clothes. Some of Blake’s. His favorite toys. Pictures…” You trailed off as you stared at the dent in the wall in the living room. It felt like you were walking back into your own personal Hell. You couldn’t keep the images from flashing in your mind. Every time he hit you. Every time your blood stained the floor, down on your hands and knees trying to get the stain out before Blake could see. Jay’s hand came down lightly on your lower back, grounding you again.

“You’re safe,” he reassured as you walked into your bedroom, grabbing the suitcase out of the closet. You didn’t pack much, just the essentials. Your favorites. Everything else could be replaced.

“Blake...His baby book is on the top shelf in the closet. There’s also...There’s a shoebox of pictures. Could you…?” Jay nodded, moving that way as you kept packing, filling just the one suitcase. Honestly, you just wanted a fresh start.

You put the suitcase in the hallway, moving to Blake’s room. Jay left the box and book on top of your suitcase, following you. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Just having him there was more than you could ask for. There was a second suitcase in the hall closet that you grabbed, taking it with you. You tried to pack as many clothes and toys as you could, focusing mostly on his favorite stuff. Even though you knew it could be replaced, he was nine. Things didn’t make as much sense to him.

“We need to be leaving soon,” Jay said as you were finishing up. You couldn’t help but chew on your bottom lip, nodding in agreement. Jay grabbed the suitcases as you grabbed the pictures.

“Wait,” you told him. You walked back into the dining room, slipping your wedding ring off and putting it on the table before following Jay out to the truck. Once you were situated, on the way back to the apartment, you looked at him. “Thank you.”

“It was Hailey’s idea. I was just the personal bodyguard.” That got you to laugh. “I missed your laugh. Your smile,” he admitted a little softer, turning his attention back to the road.

“You know, we really haven’t just talked,” you mentioned. “When we get back, can we just talk? Catch up? Like old friends?”

“Of course.”

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The two of you were on the couch, your feet propped up on his lap as he flipped through Blake’s baby book. You’d been home for a few hours, still having a ways to go until Blake needed to be picked up. It was only natural that the conversation gravitated towards your son.

“He was a cute baby,” Jay said, enamored by the pictures. “He’s still a cute kid, but…”

“But you missed out on him being a baby. You’re allowed to be upset,” you reminded him with a sigh, knowing you were the reason he missed out. “I want to tell Blake today.”

“Tell him? That I’m his dad?” Jay asked, apparently needing further explanation as to what you were saying.

“Yes, Jay. That you’re his dad. Just...with everything with Jason. And with you wanting to be in his life. I don’t need him any more confused than he needs to be. I don’t want him thinking that you’re just one of his Mom’s friends who spends time with him. He deserves to know you. And you deserve to know your son,” you explained.

This was the chance for Blake to have at least one stable parent in his life. Even if it wasn’t you. And that was okay, because you could do this for him. All you ever wanted was to be the best mom you could be. Jay nodded in agreement, putting the book to the side before looking at you with a serious look.

“I don’t like that look, Jay,” you told him, getting him to crack a smile which made you feel better.

“I want to talk about what happened in the truck.” You just shook your head, sitting up and planting your feet on the ground. “It’s hard. I know. But you really need to talk about these things.”

“Like how you talked about it?”

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Jay seemed to be enjoying your company. But it seemed like he enjoyed working as the bouncer even more. A group of guys that you recognized as semi-regulars had been getting rowdy. You’d told them to either cool it or to leave, which they did neither. Why would they? They were having a good time.

“Jay, can you handle them please?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose and squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before going back to serving the patrons who weren’t hammered. He nodded, heading towards the group. You could vaguely make out what he was saying, not paying any attention. Until glass broke and fists were flying.

“Think you’re such a tough guy, huh?” one of the larger men spat at Jay, throwing another punch. You grabbed the phone, calling 911 as you yelled at them to get out of your bar. He and Jay continued to scuffle until the cops got there, putting them both in cuffs.

“Hey, no!” you told them, walking over before they had the chance to get Jay out to the patrol car. “This one’s my bouncer. He didn’t do anything wrong?” The cop asked a few questions before undoing Jay’s cuffs.

You let your bartender continue the night as you helped Jay upstairs, the man wincing with each step. You could see the beginnings of a black eye, an obvious busted lip and a cut along his cheekbone and eyebrow. What worried you was how he protectively crossed his arm over his chest, not sure if it was his arm bothering him or his ribs.

“What were you thinking, Jay?” you asked as you sat him down on the couch, going to get the first aid kit. When you came back in, he’d lit a cigarette. “You can have one later.” He grumbled but let you help him out of his shirt.

“I could have taken him,” he assured, but you just shook your head as you cleaned up his cuts, trying to figure out if he needed stitches or not.

“He was kicking your ass, babe. I kinda like you in one piece.”

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“I’m the first to admit that I didn’t handle my PTSD very well back then. But I was just trying to get a handle on it. I wished I had somebody there who understood what I went through, who understood what it was like to struggle like I was. I love you, but back then…” He shook his head. “Back then, you were my distraction from it all. You let me just push it down. And in the end, I ended up breaking. I don’t want you to get to that point. So please? Talk to me?” You knew his intentions were good.

“I wasn’t expecting you to take me there today, Jay. You’d promised me that I never had to go back, and then you just threw it on me,” you admitted. “And I was terrified. It didn’t matter how much you tried telling me that he wasn’t there, I was sure he was.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you before-hand, made sure you were okay with the plan. But we had a small window of opportunity today.” You nodded.

“All those times you catch me disassociating...I’m lost in memories. They were always my escape with Jason, just retreating into my own mind. The good. The bad…I don’t want to say it helps me process, because I’m not. It…”

“I get it,” he assured, cutting you off, ensuring you knew you didn’t have to explain. “In Afghanistan...and afterward, I did the same thing. I’d think of my brother, my mom, my friends. I’d think of Chicago. Home. Because then my mind was focusing on something else. Anything else.”

“I’m broken, Jay,” you admitted, not sure if you had it in you to cry anymore. You’d done so much crying over the past three days, not sure if you had any tears left. “He broke me.” Jay didn’t say anything, pulling you to his chest as you clutched his shirt.

“You’re not broken,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head as he leaned back on the couch, bringing you with him.

“No. I am,” you insisted, feeling his hands rub along your back gently. “Nobody will...Nobody will see me the same way. Nobody will love me like this.”

“You’re not broken,” he told you again, holding you a little tighter. “You’re the same amazing person I met ten years ago. You’re a little lost and scared. But you are far from broken.” The two of you sat in silence a little longer before he spoke again. “I still love you.”

#jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #fanfiction #tw domestic abuse

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boilyerheid · 3 years ago

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31 (and/or 43) with ned and solomon? i love the way you write their friendship

31 doing a pinky swear

43. giving them a piggy-back ride

"You'd better not fucking drop me."

"I'm not going to drop you."

"I mean it, Eddy," Sol points a finger in his face, and it would be threatening if he weren't also weaving drunkenly on the spot. A hen party pushes past them noisily on the narrow street, not that they notice. "If I hit pavement I'm gonna let Corny eat your dog."

"Collins could have him in one bite, Sol," Ed scoffs.

"Yeah, one bite he'd shit himself rather than take."

"Riveting as this is, gents, can we move it along?" Tom always finds it extremely amusing when they get off on a tear like this, falling into the kind of playful banter he so rarely sees from Ed, but they've all had far too much to drink tonight and he's getting sleepy. "I'll take the piggyback if you don't want it."

"No! You get to shag him, I get the piggybacks. That's the deal." Sol sticks his tongue out petulantly and Tom rolls his eyes with expansive bitchiness, Ed watching them fondly all the while. "Okay fine, but swear you won't drop me."

Ed heaves an expressively put-upon sigh and then sticks his hand out, pinky finger raised. Sol does the same, linking them with an extreme solemness which doesn't belong on the pavement outside a gay club in the early hours of Saturday morning. The smear of glitter on Ed's cheek really adds to the sincerity of the promise, though.

"If you'd move faster than a fucking snail when you're hammered-" Ed grunts as Sol hops onto his back, Tom shouldering his backpack for fairness' sake "-you wouldn't have to worry about getting dropped."

"Sometimes you've gotta slow down and enjoy the finer things in life, Neddy me love," Sol drapes his arms around his friend's neck and lets his forehead rest on Ed's shoulder, and Tom can tell he'll be passed out within ten minutes at the most. "Giddy-up then, my noble steed."

Ed sighs again but begins the trudge home dutifully, Tom correcting his course whenever the pair of them weave to close to the road. He's never going out for 'just one drink' with these two again.

#the terror #the terror fic #edward little #thomas jopson #solomon tozer #joplittle #modern AU #FTAGH #prompts #cornelius the bad ferret #collins the anxious dog

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monellabella · 4 years ago

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Where are the rats? AKA Pt. 2 of the hunger games x HP crossover series ft. Fredward Weaslely (OC x Fred W.)

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON PT. 1 I NEARLY CRIED READING EVERY COMMENT SO THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH MWAH <3

Warnings: Just some cursing and a mention of a black eye (this is all I can think of but pls let me know if I should add any!)

Taglist: (leave a comment or message me to be added!) @anchoeritic @pineapplesandpinas @mitsukui @beiahadid

Link to Pt. 1: https://bisou-doux.tumblr.com/post/640770995870957568/the-starving-games-ft-freddie-weasel-aka-pt-1

Those ten minutes felt both shockingly short and blissfully eternal; As time seemed to run of its own accord. Seeing my mother and sister alone was enough to make me misty-eyed; but when mom pulled a disgruntled-looking Tulip from her bag and handed him to me, I burst into tears. I collapsed onto the floor and just sat there. My mother and sister joined me. I curled into mom’s lap, allowing her to stroke my hair as I laid my head on her chest and gave in to the soothing, wavelike motion of her breathing. Maeve snuggled up close to us and hugged my waist from behind, leaning her head on my back. Tulip, that furry little menace, seeming to sense the heavy sadness that blanketed the room- plopped himself onto my lap and curled into a ball against stomach. I sniffled and gave a light chuckle. I started stroking his plush fur absentmindedly; I eventually let my eyelids, heavy with grief and exhaustion, to slowly droop closed.

None of us felt much like talking. We just sat like that for a while- letting the tears roll silently down our cheeks. I could’ve easily fallen asleep, but my mother soon gently sat me up, and I reluctantly shifted from my place in her lap. Maeve begrudgingly followed suit, and we both sat criss-cross on the floor across from her. Maeve shuffled closer and leaned her head on my shoulder. Tulip was kind enough to stay in his place- in fact, seemingly enjoying it- and I felt the vibrations of his contented purrs echo through my chest as I pet him. At last, my mother broke the silence, “Seph,” she sighed, “I- um-” she seemed to be at a loss for words. “Mom, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.” I said quietly. Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Oh, Seph,” she leaned forward and hugged me tightly. I tried to keep my composure, but my voice still shook when I spoke, “It’s gonna be okay, mom. You have so much love around here- none of the aunties or uncles would ever let you and Maeve fend for yourselves- you know that.” I rubbed her back comfortingly. She sniffled, “I know but-” she sighed and pulled away slowly, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Seph, promise me you’ll try.”

“I promise- no, I swear- whatever happens, I am leaving that arena alive.” I said resolvedly. My mother looked at me, her eyes, like mine and Maeve’s, were red and puffy. She cupped my face with her hands and gave me a small smile. Planting a tender kiss on my forehead, I reached up to place my own hands over hers. Maeve, who was still at my side, spoke up, “You didn’t have to do it, y’know. I could’ve handled it.” She sniffled and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand, “Not to mention Tulip- He’s gonna miss you! You’re his favorite out of the three of us!” she added. I looked over at her and scoffed, “First of all, kiddo, you haven’t even hit your growth spurt yet- so I doubt you’d be handling anything other than that fancy Capitol silverware.” Mom laughed, and Maeve looked down and smiled, “Also- what on earth makes you think I’m Tulip’s favorite? The little jerk was SLEEPING ON MY FACE THIS MORNING.” At that, we all burst out laughing, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and making everything seem a little bit lighter. When our laughter died down, a comfortable silence took its place. We sat there for a moment soaking it in. Eventually, Maeve turned to me and broke the quiet, “Hey, Seph?”

“Mhmm?”

“Give ‘em hell, will you?” she said gravely. Instead of reprimanding her for her choice of words, mom nodded, and looked at me earnestly, “Give those bastards in the Capitol a run for their money.”

“But how? They own me now- I’m their property. They could do whatever the hell they want.” I said.

“Bullshit. You’re still a person. Not a hunk of meat.” she gently placed her hand on the side of my face, “You have a brain- use it.” She glanced around the room and lowered her voice to a near whisper, “The thing the Capitol fears more than anything is the districts realizing exactly that. They’re afraid we’ll rise up against them when we realize we’re not just brainless pawns. They keep us in check with the games- reminding us that they have all the power- that they can threaten us all they want but we’ll never have the guts to do anything about it. But that’s all they are- threats. They’re threatening us because they’re afraid of us.”

“But what am I supposed to do about it? I can’t exactly organize a rebellion.” I replied, matching her lowered tone.

“I’m not asking you to. What I’m asking you to do is remember that you are not just a sheep off to the slaughter. Make them like you- show them that you’re not just some kind of dirty, uneducated savage. Appeal to their vanity; trust me, they have a lot of it. Whatever happens, make all those pricks at the Capitol wonder if maybe they shouldn’t have sent you into the games- that you might just be the one tribute they seriously regret sending into the arena. Show them you have a mind and soul. Give those Capitol freaks something to feel for. But most importantly,” she leaned in and spoke in a barely audible whisper, “give that motherfucker Snow something to be afraid of.” She leaned back and looked me dead in the eye. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I nodded wordlessly.

“And for god's sake please don’t let them put you in some kind of hideous outfit, or I swear, I’ll stop rooting for you then and there.” Maeve joked. I looked over at her and smiled. I ruffled her hair and gave her a big smooch on her forehead. “I won’t. Pinky promise.” we hooked our pinkies together and gave each other a curt nod. “Besides,” I said, “if the outfit’s ugly enough, I’d rather go naked. At least that would earn me some points with some of the male sponsors, don’t you think?” Maeve giggled in response. I leaned over and hugged them both, “I love you. I love you both so much. I’m coming back, you hear me? I’m coming back.” We heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. I gave Tulip a quick kiss on top of his head, and whispered “I love you, too, Tulip. You’re the best cat anyone could’ve asked for.” I handed him over to Maeve, and she quickly but gently placed him back into the bag as we all stood up. Mom hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe, but I didn’t care. “I love you. I love you so much, sweetie.” she whispered. “I love you, too, mom.” My eyes started to water. She planted a kiss on my forehead and both my cheeks, and I stepped over to Maeve as I heard the footsteps getting closer, “I love you, kiddo. Don’t ever forget it.” “I love you, too.” she replied breathlessly, tears now pooling in her eyes. Maeve held the bag between the three of us, Tulip poking his head out from the top of it, and I embraced them both as tightly as I could manage. A moment later, the door swung open and five peacekeepers entered the room. “Time’s up.” one of them said. We all turned to face him, but I maintained a tight grip on Mom and Maeve’s arms. “You two,” he said pointing to my mother and sister, “Out.” Two of the peacekeepers walked over and grabbed hold of their arms. They pulled them away with such force, I had no choice but to let go. I stared after them, my feet glued to the floor, as the two peacekeepers pulled them out of he room. My breathing quickened and I felt myself starting to panic. I rushed towards the door to see if I could still catch a glimpse of them, but I was held back by two more peacekeepers grabbing my arms. “Wait, please, just a few more minutes.” I said desperately. I saw the bright purple edge of Maeve’s dress disappear as they rounded the corner into the main hall. “Please. Please, I’m not ready to go.” I choked. I heard their steps echo across the marble as they were made to walk rapidly towards the exit. “MOM!” I cried, pushing harder against their iron grip. “MAEVE!” I shouted, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. I grunted, practically throwing myself out of their clutches. “LET GO OF ME!” I screamed, “LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING BAST-” but the rest of my sentence was muffled as one of the peacekeepers clapped his hand over my mouth. I thought about biting his palm, but it was unfortunately protected by a thick leather glove. But him and his stupid gloves couldn’t stop me- I screamed anyway- yelling out obscenity after obscenity as I continuously tried to free myself from them. I was losing my voice, and I strained against them so hard, I thought my shoulders might pop out of their sockets. When I heard the sound of the heavy brass doors being opened and closed, I went limp. I stopped fighting. I slumped forward as my breathing slowed, and my anguished cries turned into defeated sobs. The peacekeeper removed his hand from my mouth, and the one still standing behind us, who’d been observing my little meltdown, took a few steps closer, “You done?” he asked. I huffed in annoyance, “Yes,” I croaked, my voice practically non-existent. “Good. Now shift it or we’ll drag you to the train by your ankles.” I gulped, straightening up just in time to once again be shoved to my next location.

Instead of leaving through the brass doors, we walked straight past them and down a second hallway opposite the one we just came from. This one was slightly larger, and the dark wood-panelled floor had square tiles of dark green marble lining either side of it. At the end of it was a set of bolted steel doors flanked by two more peacekeepers. As we approached them, they opened the doors to reveal what appeared to be a large, dimly lit tunnel. It looked like the underground station we took that morning- only much, much nicer. The concrete platform we stood on was unnaturally clean- neither a single piece of trash, nor suspiciously blood-like spill. The tall, arched ceiling was entirely covered in dark blue and green tiles that still gleamed despite the dim lighting. I didn’t think it was possible for an underground station in a city to be entirely vermin-free; yet here I was, and there was not a rat or cockroach in sight. But the most peculiar thing was how wide the single set of tracks was- they were at least 12 or 13 feet wide. For fuck’s sake, how big could this train possibly be?, I thought to myself. A few moments later, two peacekeepers emerged from steel doors, grasping the arms of a tall, redheaded boy. They walked forward and stood a few feet to my right. I looked over, and tried to hide my smile: despite their armored uniforms, the two peacekeepers looked absolutely ridiculous standing on either side of their prisoner- he was at least a good four to six inches taller than both of them and made the two of them look like little children holding onto their mommy. Despite the fact that he looked like he could crush them with his pinky, Fred was sporting a nasty black eye that hadn’t been there less than an hour ago. Observing his injury, I could’ve sworn I saw him glance at me. I tried to catch his eye- well, the good one- but he just clenched his jaw and resolved to stare blankly at the ground below him. I exhaled through my nose in frustration and turned my gaze back to the empty tracks in front of me. We stood there in torturous silence for a few minutes, until suddenly I heard a faint rumbling coming from the right of the tunnel. As it got closer, some of the lights flickered and everything looked to be shaking. A few moments later, a sleek, black bullet train pulled into the station and whizzed past us until it slowly came to a squeaking halt. Every window was tinted so that you couldn't see inside. The door in front of us slid open with a small hiss, and Ms. Magenta from the ceremony stepped out. She gasped happily, “Oh, my lovely tributes, I am so-” she paused upon seeing Fred’s eye, “My goodness what have they done to you?” No one said anything. She turned to the peacekeepers holding Fred, “Did you do this?” she said sternly.

“He wasn’t cooperating.” one of them replied flatly.

“That’s not an excuse to abuse him! Don’t you understand that he is going to be on television in front of the entire country? He cannot have that on his face, it’s hideous! It will ruin his entire outfit!” she said shrilly.

“Not my problem.” he responded. Ms. Magenta scoffed angrily then took Fred by the wrist and whisked him away from the peacekeepers, “Come, my dear, we’re going to get this all fixed up. You will get the best treatment the Capitol has to offer!” She turned on her heel and walked over to me. “You, too, my dear- come, come!” she chirped. The peacekeepers maintained their grip on my arms and started walking towards the train, but she turned and stopped them, “Oh, please, let go of her,” she huffed before stepping back and yanking me over by the wrist, “She’s a girl, not an animal.” she said disapprovingly. She took mine and Fred’s hands into her own and I stumbled a bit when she jolted us forward. Walking briskly to the train, I smirked as I put my free hand behind my back, and held up my middle finger.

I held on to the tiny railing on the side of the five or so steep steps leading into the train, and the door hissed shut behind us. Once at the top, I turned to face a room that made the marble halls of the Justice building look like a pile of bricks. She let go of our hands but I hardly noticed as I stood gaping at the space in front of me. I now clearly understood why those tracks were so wide- it must’ve been double- maybe triple- the size of the apartment I lived in. There was an elaborate crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and gold sconces in the spaces between the windows. The floor was made of dark cherry-wood panels that looked like they’d never seen a single step. On either side of the train carriage, there was a short little couch, a chaise I think it’s called, with gold legs and light-blue silk cushions. In the middle of the car, below the chandelier, there were two larger couches facing each other that matched the ones on the side. Between them was an elegant glass table where a white, porcelain tea set, and colorful little cakes on a silver-tier platter sat on its surface. The carriage itself carried a faint scent of old wood and lavender. I looked over to see Fred standing there with the same, awed expression. “Is- is this all for us?” he asked quietly.

“Of course it is! You are both very important guests of the Capitol- it would be rude of us not to show you the best of our hospitality.” Ms. Magenta replied brightly. “Now, if you would follow me, I’ll show you to your rooms and then we will meet in the dining car for supper, alright?”

“Wait there’s more?” I asked, my voice still a bit hoarse.

“Well, obviously.” she replied chuckling, “The trip from here to the Capitol takes at least a week- you can’t expect to stay in one room the whole time, can you?” she laughed lightly then made her way to the door at the other end of the car. It slid open to another train car- this one as equally opulent as the last, though instead of couches, in the center of the room were two pairs of plush silk chairs. A jade and white marble chess board sat between two of them, the pieces all lined up perfectly. Between the others was a small, square wooden table with a pack of playing cards sitting on top. “I’ve never played chess before.” Fred remarked.

“I have; it’s fun.” I replied looking up at him.

“Really? D’you think you could teach me?” he said, turning to face me.

“Sure.”

“Is it a hard game?”

“No, not once you get the rules.”

“Okay, good,” he said nodding to himself, “You’ll teach me then?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

“Cool.” He looked down at the ground and a small smile crossed his face.

We followed Ms. Magenta through the next few train cars until at last she stopped and turned to us, “So, behind me are your rooms. Yours Fredrick-”

“It’s just Fred, actually.”

“Very well; Fred, your room is on the left, and Persephone, yours is on the right.” she paused then looked over to me, “You do like to be called Persephone, don’t you?”

“Well, most people call me Seph, but you can-”

“Persephone it is! Don’t worry, it is a very pretty name, everyone at the Capitol is going to love it.” she said excitedly, “Now off to your rooms! I’ll see you both at six o’clock in the dining car.”

“Wait a second,” I said, “You never told us your name.”

“I didn’t? Huh- I was sure I mentioned it...well anyways, it’s Emerald. Emerald Tallis. But of course, you can both call me Emmie. Now both of you- rooms!” she said walking away briskly.

“Wait, but how will we know-” Fred started to ask.

“There are clocks on your walls!” Emmie responded as she walked through to the next carriage. “Ta-ta!” she said airily, waving her hand above her head as the door hissed shut behind her. Fred and I stood there awkwardly for a moment before I cleared my throat, “Um, I’ll see you at six.” I said quickly.

Without looking up, he nodded, “See you at six.” And with that, we both walked hastily into our respective rooms and shut the door. The room was surprisingly plain. It contained a large bed with a dark grey comforter partially inlaid in light wood-panelled walls, a small desk in the corner to my right, and some shelves to my left. The whole room was basked in a warm glow emitting from the strips of light that trailed across the top of the wood panels on the walls. Admittedly, it was a nice change from the extravagance of the rest of the train. I stepped over to the bed and fell backwards on to the plush comforter. I kicked off my shoes then sat up once more, leaning back on hands. My stomach rumbled.

Shit, I thought, I should’ve snagged one of those cakes.

I massaged my still sore throat.

And maybe some tea, too.

a/n: If you’ve made it this far, welcome I have a task for you: can you give Seph this mug so she can drink her tea

I don’t think she knows what a dinosaur is but she’s gonna like the mug.

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oh-theatre · 4 years ago

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Objection!: Chapter 30

Chapter title: Everything Will Be Alright

A/n: Ahahahaah IM SO SORRY im so sorry that its been months im so sorry that this chapter is awful im so sorry im so sorry that i call this awful piece of work anything im so sorry im sorry im sorry bad chapters short chapter ohmygod how dare i call this anything im so sorry im sorry

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words: 2142

summary: They must act quickly when the tiny hospital room tenses up

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene, murder, gun mention, guns, swearing abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, shooting, crying

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Logan begs, nay he prays Patton would remain blissfully asleep. Through the past few months the poor father had been thrown into obstacle after obstacle after obstacle. Constantly finding himself in trouble, and danger. He knows how hopeless Patton felt, how broken. He just wanted to help his partner find the pieces and put them back together, not lose more vital ones.

“You're not really about to kill a man, in a hospital, surrounded by witnesses, are you?” Roman proposes. To give the judge props, he was handling this with much more patience than expected after finding out your boyfriend was a conspiring murderer trying to rid the world of you and your best friend.

Eh, Virgil was a better option anyway.

Not the time Roman. He should be devastated but of course he isn't. Of course...he's relieved.

Because he's in love with Virgil.

“Don't shoot, be rational James” Logan tries, he knows his efforts are meaningless. The man had been hot on Patton's trails for months. He wasn't Jeff Winger, one charmed speech wasn't going to make this all better. “You wont be leaving the hospital without your hands in cuffs”

“Yeah well at least i'll be leaving with one man…” He eyes Roman and Logan “Or however many dead”

“Mm hydrangeas” Patton mumbles, Logan squeezes his temples so hard hoping his partner stays sleeping. “Log..an” He mutters, tossing over, pulling the blanket closer but remains gentle and soothingly asleep.

“Aw look, he calls for you” James mocks.

“Dude, that's so low” Roman huffs. He looks to Logan but the man's eyes remain planted on his fiancee. Stall, that's all he remembers from Virgil's ramblings. “James...please dont do this” He pulls out his tears, it felt off faking his feelings but James was a murderer so eh. “I thought...was it all a lie?” He questions, fighting back a smirk as the gun lowers slightly. James falters, he looks back with soft eyes to Roman, suddenly in the blink of an eye someone pushes past Roman, grabs James and tackles him to the ground. His gun slides across the room crashing into metal.

“Roman the gun” He hears an exasperated Virgil request. Roman moves in unison with Logan who rushes to a newly awakened Patton.

“What's going on?” He yawns, gladly accepting Logan's embrace. James pops up into his view with Virgil behind him. “James?” He wonders, Roman hands Virgil the gun and the pieces fall into place. His “Oh” was ever so small. Logan only held tighter as their eyes trailed Virgil and James walking away, listening to the detective read off James’s rights. Logan remains right where he stands, glaring out the door. “Lo?”

“Hm?” He snaps looking at his partner.

“Hi, I'm here” Patton comforts, he takes Logan's cheek bringing him in for a gentle kiss. “Alive, and well, and no extra gunshot wounds” He teases, Logan snorts feeling embarrassed as the nose escapes his mouth. “Oh my god, adorable” Patton giggles pulling Logan on to his bed. The lawyers arm drape over him and they hold one another close.

“Please quit scaring me” Logan begs, whispering affectionately into Patton's ears. Patton interlaces his fingers with Logans, kissing his hand lightly.

“Pinky promise”

“Dont make promises you cant fucking keep” Remy storms in. The lawyers sit up, a protective Logan stands, still upset at the detectives for what they had done. Patton fiddles uncomfortably with the blanket. “God are you ok? What the hell happened?” He rushes

“I don't think you're entitled to that information anymore Remy” Logan sighs, his arms folded. “You see that is reserved for Patton's friends” Logan scowls, Patton gasps and wants to speak but a mis-directed glare from Logan quiets him quickly.

“Fuck you Logan” Are the last angered words from the caffeinated detective before he slams the door. The sound shaking Patton. As soon as Logan looks to him he breaks. His tears fall faster than Logan could realize what he had done.

“Patton” He goes, but a sobbing Patton shakes his head begging for a moment alone. “I love you” He says before taking his exit.

Why, why did he leave?

Patton knew what panic attacks felt like, he had plenty. But everytime the shock hit him and it hurt, it scared him with a fear mightier than death. He wanted to call out for Logan but he couldn't speak. A pathetic squeak was all he managed. He pounded at the bedside but couldn't breathe, he clutched hard but couldn't remember any of his usual tricks. When the door opened he had hoped for Logan to be his usual stubborn self.

“Pat I jus-” Virgil begins but sees the pure fear in his friends eyes. He rushes to his side, instantly taking his friends hands. “Stop hitting yourself” he commands, the stern but safe voice sent something over Patton. “I'm going to hold you now” he warns, Patton nods through his shakes. He holds his friend, tightly applying pressure to Pattons nervous system. After a few minutes of pure silence and gentle touch, Patton can breathe steadily once more. “Roman had the goofiest smile while we walked back” Virgil tells, Pattons ears perk up and listen. Something to focus on. “He said he was almost glad he had an excuse to get out of a relationship with James... he said he missed me” Virgil shouldn't have blushed

“H-he does” Patton manages.

“I missed him to…” After a hesitation Virgil looks to Patton who had now cozied himself into Virgil's embrace. “I miss you” He whispers. Like a small child Patton tugs the opening of the detective's jacket.

“I missed you so much” He sighs with a yawn

“Get some rest you dork” He strokes gently watching Patton feel safe as he let himself join the world of rest. Virgil remained comfortable with Patton, he watched the TV on mute with subtitles. After about an hour the door opened, Logan's face morphed through a million emotions as he examined the scene before him.

“Get out” He whispers viciously.

“Logan, specs, i love you but you're being an idiot” He rolls his eyes. “I'm not moving, Patton had a panic attack so i'm staying until he tells me he's ok, not because you're an angry calculator” Virgil stands his ground, he doesn't wait for Logan's reaction he looks back to the tv. Of course this causes him to miss Logan's shoulders falling, and his face softening.

“A panic attack” he breathes, he moves to Pattons other side, serving him a glass of water for when he awakens. “Sleep well sunshine” He delivers a gentle kiss to Pattons forehead before leaving. Virgil smiles at the couple once Logans out of sight.

“God hes so whipped” Virgil laughs to himself.

~~~

“You take yours and Ill take mine” Logan jokes as he and Roman quietly enter the room. Virgil and Patton lay fast asleep cuddled with one another.

“Hes not mine...I mean” Roman sighs, he strokes away the faded purple streaks of Virgil's hair while he situates him into his arms. He looks with a gentle smile as Virgil cuddles into his arms. Roman cant help but place a quick kiss on his forehead.

“Mm?” Patton hums once the comfortable warmth had been left cold and empty. “V?” He manages

“I'm here, Virgils, gonna go home and rest” Logan whispers, cuddling up as he waves Roman goodbye. Patton giggles turning around and kissing Logan as he readjusts his position. “I love you so much, i'm sorry I wasn't here”

“You're here now, and thats all that matters..all thats ever gonna matter” Patton replies, he kisses him once more, Logan feels his face flush with heat so halting. “How are the twins?” He wonders fiddling with Logans fingers.

“Good, Emile is having plenty of fun with them” Logan assures, a breathy sigh on Pattons neck sending a tickle down his spine. “They miss you though,” Logan adds, knowing Patton misses them just the same.

“Well shucks!” Patton grumbles, he sits up allowing himself to still embrace Logan. “Im all rested up!” He laughs, Logan smiles watching the man he loves flood through. “Will you get me my wheelchair! I wanna get out of this bed!” He jumps, Logan chuckles wearily but nods. He takes his stand helping Patton into the chair.

“Where to?” He asks, holding to the chair.

“Anywhere!” Patton giggles pointing forward. “Oo! Let's head to the cafeteria for some food, i'm starving” Patton jumps, Logan leans down giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Anything you for you” He whispers, the serious tone was not missed and Patton took his hand quickly. He squeezed it gently promising he would do anything for Logan. The walk out the rolling of the wheels was smooth across the minted floor. They passed by many rooms, Pattons excitement faltered listening to the sounds of pain, loss...but then…

“Oh Logan stop wait” Patton halts the wheels as they pass the nursery. “Oh look! Twins” He recognizes instantly, they lay next to each other, both girls, both beautiful. “Oh they are gorgeous” He swoons

“Not as gorgeous as your twins” Logan reminds Patton, blushes as he did watching Logan grow with his kids. He didn't have to do it alone anymore. “I love you”

“I love you more than anything Logan” He replies.

“I scared you earlier, didn't I?” He blurts, kneeling in front of his fiancee. “I saw the look, the fear behind your eyes...I reminded you of...him” Logan laments. Patton fiddles with his hospital gown, averting any gaze from Logan.

“I want to make up my own mind, i want to set my own boundaries, and i want to talk to my friends” Patton rushes

“I'm so sorry, i got too defensive and didnt think about you, just about protecting you. I just want you to be safe” Logan defends, still Patton fiddles apprehensive. “I'm not him, and i'm so sorry. There are no excuses for what I did and it will never happen again.” He takes Patton's cheek ever so gently. “Your words and thoughts...they matter Patton. They always will my love.”

“You needn't be so sorry, I know you're not Liam. You never have been. I'm just cautious and…” He looks back to the children, parents fawning over them. “I want this to work” He takes Logans hands kissing them sweetly. “I want this to work more than I have wanted anything in my entire life” Logan lets out a quiet breath. “I love you Logan Tolentino”

“And i love you Patton Hart”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Emile giggles holding Valerie and Remus' hands. They bounce before charging towards the couple hugging them happily.

“Can I be the flower girl?” Valerie questions sitting on Patton's lap. Remus struggles in logan's hold wanting to examine his father's wheelchair.

“I wanna be the flower girl!” Remus argues, Logan takes the back of the boys head gently. “Hi” He smiles happily. He wraps his pudgy arms around Logans neck hugging him. “Im hungry” He ponders instantly pulling away “Dada-” he pauses “Mister Lolo can I still call you that?” He asks. Logans heart tugs just a tad. With no words available in his vernacular he simply nods. “Food time please” Valerie nods in agreement still snuggled up to Patton.

“What the twins want-” Patton begins meeting Logans eyes across the way. Logan returns a gentle smile.

“The twins shall get” He finishes standing up with Remus tight and safe in his hold. Valerie claps in excitement while Remus practically falls over himself laughing. “Im going to put you both into your fathers lap now so i can push his chair” He informs, the kids oblige only thinking of the chair as a new fun toy.

After goodbyes to Emile and gratitude of course for looking after them, they set off to the cafeteria. Though they know that most of the food wouldnt appetize them the children were able to ravish the entirety of their meals.

Ive got to teach these children what taste it, Logan thinks sighing. He looks to Patton whos hand was held in his the entire time, watching as his fiance's eyes grow droopy in the cold saddened room of the hospital. It had been a lot today, the adrenaline had dissipated and the exhausted would set in. But even so tired Patton looked elated, staring and listening intently as the twins rambled away. Even in these dark hours where nothing was certain, there was light. Logan never understood that, he thought that no person could ever bring this type of joy or emotion out of him. Love never made sense, and it didn't have to for him, but right now..it made all the sense...and he loved nothing more.

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Abandoned amusement parks are the best places for young children (chapter 17)

Fic summary:

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary:

After the long day at the park, everyone deserves a bit of a cool down

Chapter word count: 2498

AO3

Since the day had been so much more eventful than usual, the boys had decided to head home a little earlier than usual, Tommy insisting on being carried the whole way. He had been whining about his shoes hurting his feet but Phil knew he was probably just upset from all the fighting and needed some reassurance that they were all happy again now. Anyway, it wasn’t as if Phil really minded carrying him at all, albeit he was tall for his age, he was still relatively light.

Once home, all four of them seemed to loiter in the kitchen, nobody really wanting to disperse out in case something bad happened again. Eventually Phil just sighed and started making dinner, deciding that they deserved a proper cooked meal instead of the stuff from Uber eats, he wasn’t exactly a chef though and he didn’t have the widest array of ingredients to choose from so in the end he chose to just make some chicken pasta. It was quick and easy but more importantly it would keep his brothers fed.

“Toms, you wanna help with the sauce?”

Usually Tommy loved helping make meals, going off pouting and whining if he was told he wasn’t able to help. This time was a bit different though, he hadn’t jumped up and sprinted to the oven like Phil had predicted, he hadn’t given him that iconic grin that he always seemed to have plastered on his face. No, instead he got up solemnly and nodded, walking over to where Phil was standing. It was an adorable sight but it would be flat out irresponsible to keep him up when he was so obviously exhausted from the day, Phil would be lying if he said he wasn’t too.

“Oh okay bud, you wanna have a nap before dinner?” Phil chuckled and turned the heating down on the stove before trying to gently guide the youngest into the living room to lay down.

“Nooooo” Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Tommy tried to squirm his way back into the kitchen, wanting to hang out with his brothers “Philll...Come onnn Phillll I’m not a baby I can stay awake”

“Didn’t say you were, naps aren’t just for babies Toms” Phil chuckled at the irony of having to reassure a seven year old he wasn’t being babyish “Come on bud, I’ll wake you up before dinner, you just seem very sleepy, I don’t want you to get sick or anything”

“I’ll go to bed early! C’monnn” He carried on whining until Phil stopped trying to guide him out of the room and instead just crouched down beside him, getting him to lay down obviously wasn’t working so he wanted to try a different approach.

Phil held out his pinky finger

“Okay how about this, I pinky promise that I won't force you to lay down for a nap if you tell me what’s going on”

“‘M worried” Head tilted to the floor, Tommy mumbled his response as he linked his pinky with Phil’s “Don’t want anyone to get hurt or sad again”

Oh. Phil’s heart swelled up so much that he was sure it was about to break, pulling Tommy into a hug and giving him a little kiss on the forehead, Phil tried his very best to reassure him that everything was going to be okay with Wil and Techno. It was hard, these were the kind of moments where he wished the adults in their lives were a bit more prevalent, it would help so much to have a parent around right now, someone who knew what the best thing to say would be.

“Oh Tommy” Phil had breathed out as he hugged his small body close, arms wrapped around him protectively. “Techno and Wil are gonna be okay, Wil’s just a bit shaken up right now, he needs a lot of comfort from Tech’ to feel happy right now but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to be happy, just that Techno needs to be here for it.”

Tommy nodded into his chest, glancing over at his other two brothers who were still at the table “But what if he never ever feels good again?”

“He will, I can add that onto the pinky promise, he just loves Techno lots and lots and he got very scared when Techno wasn’t there, you understand that part right?” after getting a little nod from Tommy, Phil continued “Well after a scare that big it’s hard to go back to normal straight away isn’t it? Remember when you watched that scary movie and you couldn’t sleep alone for a week? It’s that type of scared” The analogy of the scary movie seemed to help it snap in, Tommy nodding with a little smile spread on his cheeks.

“So...he’s scared of Tech’ getting stuck again? So he wants to stay with him?” Phil nodded and Tommy grinned “I’m gonna make sure Techno never gets stuck anywhere ever again! Then Wil won't be upset!”

After that, Phil had given up entirely on trying to get Tommy to rest, letting him just sit with his brothers since that seemed to make him happy anyway, just going back to cooking the dinner for the boys.

At some point during the time it took to cook the meal, Wilbur and Techno had gone off upstairs, causing Tommy to pout and slouch over the table, only to return again when Wilbur had retrieved his guitar. The mood in the kitchen was soft, everyone was comfortable since thighs were okay now but there was still the underlying feeling of just being so exhausted that nobody really felt like talking much. That was fine though, Phil was sure he’d develop a headache if the house was as loud as it normally was.

“Any requests?” Wil had smiled as he cautiously let go of Techno’s hand, moving to hold his guitar properly. Since Techno hadn’t immediately gone to holding his arm, presumably thinking Wil wanted the contact to stop, Wil gently took Techno’s hand and moved it onto his arm so there was still contact even when he was playing his music. An almost inaudible apology came from Techno, clearly purposeful so Wil would know it was for him.

“Do the girl one!” Tommy perked up, sitting on his knees as he looked up at his brother with big eyes, full of adoration “Vienna! Do that one!”

Wil smiled as slid his hand on the fretboard until it was in the right position, starting to strum quietly and sing along, at some point Tommy had decided to join in too, singing the second verse with him, albeit a little off key but it was an incredibly sweet moment. The next song had come without the need to stop and ask for requests, knowing Tommy would stop him if he thought of anything he really wanted to hear.

“I think this time I’m dying. I’m not melodramatic” Wil had started, Phil was well aware how dark some of the lyrics to his songs were but he didn’t see a reason to intervene, music was a good outlet for him to get rid of any nasty feelings, plus Techno had mentioned before how sometimes their therapist looked at them to get a wider view on how Wilbur was doing since he sometimes found it hard to articulate messy feelings. Honestly, Phil was proud that he had come up with such a healthy way of sorting his thoughts out.

Halfway through Saline Solution, Phil had placed each boy’s food on the table, taking into account what portions they each preferred and whether they liked cheese on their pasta or not. Wil finished up the song and placed his guitar to lean against the wall behind him, going back to holding Techno’s hand, well aware of how awkward it was going to be to eat with his left hand. At least it was pasta though, he could just stab it with the fork, eating that with his left hand wouldn’t be too hard.

Dinner was quiet too, there was no tension or awkwardness, just a steady feeling of comfortable silence as everyone ate their food. As always, Tommy had wolfed his down first and was now gulping down his water, whining about not being a kid when Phil insisted on wiping the sauce from around his face. Next was Techno, then Phil and then finally Wilbur was finished too. The meal had been simple but it was clear from the way everyone cleared their bowls that it had been much appreciated.

“I recall promising Ice cream and a movie, you guys go in and choose the movie and I’ll clean up in here and get the Ice cream”

Wilbur seemed to look a little hesitant about leaving the room at first, shifting his eyes between the door and Phil a couple times before Techno gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and he was filled with the courage to go without the guaranteed protection of his big brother.

Phil stuck to his word, cleaning out each dish and placing them on the drying rack before getting each boy a bowl of ice cream, Mint for himself, Vanilla for Tommy, Chocolate for Wilbur and Raspberry for Techno. Everyone got some sprinkles, a flake and strawberry syrup over their dessert as well, well almost everyone since Wilbur’s bowl got Chocolate syrup instead. Going into the living room, he saw that the boys had chosen to watch Ponyo. It was a cute movie really, he remembered when Wilbur and Techno were still little, around Tommy’s age, saying that Techno was Ponyo and Wil was Sosuke all because they were going to be best friends forever too.

This movie definitely brought back some good memories.

The four of them snuggled up on the couch as the movie started playing, the dubbed one of course since Tommy was still learning to read. “This is nice,” Phil sighed as he relaxed into the comfort of his family, feeling the soft fabric of Wilbur’s jumper brush against him.

The movie had sufficiently cheered everyone up it seemed, there were lots of sleepy smiles filling the room. Phil thought the name of the ‘sleepy bois’ was still extremely perfect. It had been Techno’s idea to go up and get an early night’s sleep and everyone seemed to agree, Tommy was due one anyway since he had insisted on not needing a nap, he definitely looked like he was regretting that now as his head kept dropping every few seconds. It was sweet but it also meant Phil was going to have to carry him up.

“C’mon Toms” Phil chuckled as he lifted him up, trailing behind Wilbur and Techno as everyone went to brush their teeth, Phil needing to half wrestle Tommy to do it since he was practically falling asleep where he was. Eventually though, the boy had clean teeth, a washed face and was changed into his pyjamas and finally Phil was able to set him into bed. “Night bud, you were really good today, I’m super proud of you” With one last hug, Phil left the room to go and say goodnight to the twins too.

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“Hey Tech’?” Wilbur mumbled after Phil had left, carefully placing his guitar back on the wall “I know we’re getting a bit uh.. I know we’re getting a bit old for this but man you know how today was just really...bad?”

“Fucking hell Wil, Yes you can sleep with me, you don’t need to dodge the question. Plus, I thought it would just be assumed by now, I’m hardly going to force you to get freaked out on your own”

Wil grinned and nodded, thanking Techno before sitting down on the bottom bunk, leaning against Techno when he sat down

“You’re still stiff” Techno stated as he placed a hand comfortingly on Wilbur’s hair “You don’t need to worry, I’m not planning on going anywhere. Today only happened because I got overwhelmed, I’d never purposefully make you go through this”

Wilbur nodded, burying his head in Techno’s shoulder as he sighed, trying to compose himself a bit more before he spoke.

“I know. I should have listened to you too. I got so angry that I forgot I was doing it to protect you guys and ended up hurting you instead.”

Sighing, Techno flopped backwards on the bed, life was complicated and weird sometimes.

“It’s fine Wil, I already said I’m not mad, you were just frustrated. You’ll be fine though, nobody’s planning on hurting anyone anymore. On Wednesday we -or maybe really just you guys- will talk to the Dream Team about everything that’s been happening. It’ll be okay.”

The conversation was caught short by a small knock on their door, and then a little head of blonde hair peeking through as Tommy slowly opened it, still not really understanding that you needed to wait after knocking. A visit from the boy had been surprising, considering how he had been struggling to even hold himself up earlier.

“Guys?” He mumbled as he walked in, closing the door behind him, a plush pig Techno had got for him one year held in his arms. “I got worried. I couldn’t sleep”

Making sure to grab Wilbur’s hand first, Techno got up and gently led the boy onto the bed with them.

“Hang out with us for a bit then, we won't tell Phil if you end up staying up late, it’s hardly your fault if you can’t sleep” Wil hummed, making no effort to scooch across on the bed. He loved Tommy but he was not going to move away from Techno just so Tommy could be in the middle. Eventually they ended up with Tommy by the wall, Techno in the middle and Wil on the outside. It was a squish considering it was a twin sized bed but once Tommy moved to be laying on Techno’s chest than the bed, it was a lot more comfortable and snuggly for everyone.

“Toms do you wanna watch Up? That’s your favourite film right?”

The boy nodded excitedly, squirming over his older siblings to be the first one to grab the laptop off the nightstand.

Nobody had really meant to fall asleep like that but they had, Techno’s hair was an absolute state in the morning since he hadn’t even braided it before going to bed. While the wake up of being cuddled from all sides was kinda nice, he absolutely didn’t want it every night if he would need to spend an hour doing his very simple hairdo in the morning. For once though, Phil hadn’t forgotten his phone and when he went to wake up the boys, he couldn’t help but snap a picture to keep as a memory for when they were older. The view of them all cuddled up had just been way too sweet!

That being said, they were late for school.

#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #technoblade #sleepy bois inc #sbi #fanfic

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