#if I weren’t worried about being alone and outcasted

[stinmybubs]

“Do It For Us.” Pt.1 1k likes special !

Summary: A simple girl, quirkless and will never amount to anything! Well that’s what’s she’s been told. Bullied along side Izuku Midorya, her best friend, and long term crush. Getting into UA and having a quirk? And she’s left behind…what’s left for her?

TRIGGER WARNINGS: bullying, domestic abuse, and violence!! NOT PROOFREAD !!

M. Izuku x AFAB! Reader! x B.Katsuki?

Quirkless. A label that’s been slapped onto you for as long as you can remember, something you couldn’t control. But you still got punish all your life, you were bullied, scorned, and outcasted by others and your own family. But.

You had Izuku Midoriya, another quirkless person. You weren’t suffering alone!

That’s what you thought at least.

For the longest time you’ve stayed by Izuku’s side, defending him from bullies, taking the hit for him. But he always had this big ambition to be a hero, you of course encouraged him.

“One day! Even though I don’t have a quirk…I’ll be just like him. I’ll make people feel safe!” The small boy exclaimed, the biggest smile painted across his face, and you admired that. You admired every part of this boy.

“Yeah! You’ll be the greatest hero! Show them all Izu, show them we can help…do it for us!” You wanted to share this moment, you wanted to be happy with him about this dream. All you could do was hope, but deep down you felt dread, knowing his dream could never be fulfilled.

“Y/n! Y/n l/n! Get your ass downstairs IMMEDIATELY.” Hearing the screams of your father, your heart dropping at the sudden call.

You heart raced with every step, trying your best to keep your composure before even reaching the bottom of the steps.

“Ye-“ before you could even utter a word you felt a sharp pain against your cheek. The hit was so strong you collapsed to the floor, the feeling of tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“What is this!?” Your father slammed a bunch of papers onto you. It was your test scores. C- and D+ written on all of them.

“I…I…I’m sorry father I-“ your words cut off with another slap to your face.

“First no quirk! Then you keep bringing these home? How useless are you? I expected you to at least to be smart since you’re quirkless.” Your father insulted you, and all you could do was sit there and stare at the floor trying to contain all your tears and rage.

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t control whether you had a quirk. It was your parents fault, something in their genetics made you this way! Is what you wanted to think.

“Go back to your room. Fucking shit…” your father turned to walk away, your mother making dinner in the kitchen not having a care in the world for your well being.

You frantically pick up the papers scattered on the floor, tears streaming down your face as you run back up the stairs to hide in your room.

All you could do was throw your papers on the floor and rush to your small closet. You’ve always hid in your closet, not even your bed or your room felt safe when things like this happened. The small cramped space made you feel safe.

Curling up in a ball, 15 year old you cried. Cried for hours until you fell asleep in that closet.

The next morning you quickly got ready before anyone could wake. Sneaking yourself food for breakfast and lunch.

As you make your way down to you and Izuku’s meeting spot you couldn’t help but think. Of how your mother wasn’t always like this, she used to defend you, she used to help you.

She used to love you.

But after all the bearings, after all the insulting she finally stopped. So broken down to the point where she couldn’t even look at you anymore. You couldn’t help but hate her for it, you needed her.

“Hey! Oh…what happened…?” Izuku quickly ran up to you.

You didn’t even notice the boy until his hand placed itself upon your cheek to make you look at him, the sting of the bruise made you flinch.

“Oh…! Uh…bullies ahah..got me last night.” You lied. The last thing you wanted to do was worry Izuku about your home life, he never knew about your family. And he never will.

“Ah..I’m sorry y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t get to walk you home last night.” He pulled you into a tight hug, tears begging to run down the boys face. You hugged him back, finding comfort in his warmth. A perfect morning. You thought.

You two chat, wiping the tears from each others eyes and make your way to your middle school.

You loved every bit of Izuku’s company, it felt safe, it felt like home.

“Yeah! Then Mount lady came in and-“ Izuku rambled on and on about the fight that happened with an amateur villain this morning. “Woah! I love Mount lady! She’s so cool.” You state, imagining what Izuku was describing.

“You know it would be cool if Mount lady could control her size! Like what if she could…” Izuku began to mutter again. Oh how you found this habit so cute. When this happened you sat and listened until he realized what he’s doing and get flustered as always.

The school day was hell, you and Izuku getting picked on by Bakugou Katsuki and his little gang all day.

“I would pass out career forms but we all know…-!” The teacher went on to talk about the hero tracks, with everyone celebrating.

“Oh yeah, Izuku Midorya didn’t you want to attend UA too?”

What…?

You quickly look over at your friend as soon as the class starts to burst into laughter. You didn’t know how to feel, you though he might’ve given up that dream already. But he hasn’t. Hah…I guess you never give up Izu.

After the commotion and class was over you padded over to Izuku hugging him from his shoulders behind him. “Gotcha Izu!” You giggle as the startled boy let out a yelp.

“You’re so cute when you’re scared!” You laugh looking over to see what he was writing. Cute! You thought seeing the notes on other heros quirks.

“How could a quirkless guy like you have a girlfriend?” Oh boy. One of Katsuki’s lackies stated, even though you weren’t his girlfriend you never will deny not being his.

“Don’t ya’ dare even try useless Deku! Once I am the only-“ you tune out Katsuki’s words, anger filling your body, your smiled immediately fading into a frown. Letting go of Izuku as the frightened boy jolted up out of his seat.

“What’s this!? He’s writing about being a hero!?”

Your heart dropped when Katsuki grabbed the notebook, your blood boiling at soon as he exploded the notebook your best friend work so hard on and throwing it out the window like it was trash.

You couldn’t control yourself, all you felt was pent up anger and you could help but run to Bakugou and.

SLAP. The noise echoed throughout the empty classroom. Adrenaline rushing through your body, realizing what you’ve done.

“You bully! You’re the pathetic one for bullying helpless people with your quirks! We never asked for this! We couldn’t control whether we are quirkless or not! Why should we be punished? It’s unfair and-“ you quickly shut your mouth. Realizing everything was pouring out in that moment, and realizing the anger in the the boys red eyes.

You had slapped Katsuki Bakugou. And now all you felt was fear, quickly trying to retreat before Bakugou grabbed your wrist tightly. “Ow-!” You wince in pin at the grip, it felt like he was going to snap your wrist.

“Kachann stop!” Izuku put himself between you and the blonde. “You can hurt me but you should never hurt a girl!” He states a angrily. Bakugou simply huffed, finally letting go of your wrist and stomping out the classroom.

You wince in pain, grabbing your own wrist taking a good look. “It’s already bruising…” you slump in one of the nearby chairs. You really wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. You’re were too tired.

“I’m sorry…” feeling the warmth of Izuku’s hug felt a bit better, but you were just so tired of feeling so helpless, useless, and weak.

You try everything not to go home, sitting there on a park bench for what felt like ages. It’s not like you haven’t done this before, sleeping outside to avoid your parents.

“I’ll sleep in the park…I didn’t eat lunch so I have dinner..” you sigh, taking out the bag of food you packed, staring at the onigiri in your hand.

“Oi’ the hell you doin here.” Your heart sank, hearing the angry voice of Bakugou. “N-none of your business..” you don’t even look up at him. You just start opening up your onigiri.

“It’s gettin’ dark. A girl shoul-“ you cut him off. “What’s it to you huh!?” You yell, taking a bite out of your food just hoping he goes away. Praying he doesn’t keep talking to you.

A long pause of silence. Thinking he’s gone the tears roll down your face, falling onto your skirt as your hands begin to shake.

“Those bruises…aren’t from bullies aren’t they.”

He was still there. Your face flushed out of embarrassment. “What!? They..” you didn’t know why but…everything just flooded out.

“No…they’re from my dad…you’re not the only one who hates quirkless people.” You chuckle lightly, looking up at the blonde boy tears running down your face.

“Come.” He simply states, turning away from you, “What…?” You question, not knowing what he meant.

“You comin or nah?” He looks back at you, noticing the kind of rough state he’s in. Did he get in a fight? You thought, standing up to follow him.

You didn’t know why you were following him. You didn’t know why you didn’t feel so scared anymore.

Bakugou led you to his home, opening the door carefully and quietly. You guessed you didn’t want his parents to find out he was bringing home a girl.

Well Bakugou wasn’t sneaky enough.

“KATSUKI BAKUGOU!” The sound of his yelling mother made you flinch, subconsciously grabbing onto the back of his shirt. It’s smelt of smoke and grime.

“ugh…” you heard the boy groan he clearly wasn’t in the mood for his mom, when is he ever in the mood? You thought.

“YOU WENT AND GIT CAUGHT BY A VIL-“ Seeing the spikey-blonde hair women approach, she suddenly stopped in her tracks seeing you cowering behind her son. Woah…Bakugou looks exactly like her.

“A GIRL!? MASARU ITS FINALLY HAPPENING!”

“Stop yellin’ yer scarin her.” Katsuki stated, looking back at your cowering figure. You jump, realizing that you were holding on to him and quickly stand beside him, a bit flustered.

“Oh! I’m sorry, what’s your name sweetheart!” She leans a bit forward trying to get a look at your face, noticing the bruise on your wrist.

“It’s…Y/n.” You meekly look up at her, terrified to meet someone else’s parent. Hell you barley even met Izuku’s mom!

“Oh my..what happened to…KATSUKI DID YOU DO THIS!?” The pointed to your face, noticing the bruises on both sides of your cheeks. Oh! You forgot you had those, ever since Izuku mentioned them at least.

“No you old hag! And stop yer yellin!” Natsuki hissed, defending himself. Well he did bruise your wrist but he never slapped you. “No! It’s wasn’t him…it was…” you trailed off, clearly the topic wasn’t something you wanted to talk about.

“Oh..! Well my name is Mitsuki Bakugou… you can stay here as long as you want. Come to me if you need anything sweetheart.” She placed a hand on your cheek, it was gentle and warm. It felt nice.

You couldn’t help but lean into her touch, feeling a mothers love is something you craved for the longest time. Tears began rolling down your cheeks, running to Katsuki’s mom hugging her.

Katsuki’s eyes widened at your sudden actions, surprised that you went to hug his mother. Is it that bad? He thought, a sense of guilt and sympathy washing over him, watching you cry in his mothers arms.

After a few tears, and hugs, Mitsuki sent you off to wash up. You were sleeping in Katsuki’s room! That is until they put a bed into their office room. You felt bad for Intruding in their home, sinking into the hot water.

This home was so loving regardless of the yelling, they felt so natural so different. You were jealous of their happy home.

Mitsuki had given you some spare clothes, of course you weren’t sure if you’d fit her underwear at all, she said that you two would go out and buy some together, this was all happening so fast. You felt so guilty.

Turns out a grown women’s shorts cannot fit onto your adolescence body! Her shirt was a little baggy too, your brah also was in the wash! So looks like you were only wearing panties and a shirt to bed. Which was embarrassing.

Katsuki was laying on a futon on the floor, he was kind enough to lend you his bed.

“H-hey…Bakugou…why..why are you doing this?” You question, turning yourself over to face him.

“Dunno…just cuz..” what a vague answer he gave you. You probably knew it was for pity, or maybe your outburst put a bit of sympathy in his heart.

“I’ll be gone by tomorrow…don’t worry you won’t have a quirkless loser in your home.” Katsuki flinched at your words, a sense of guilt still in him for saying those things to you and Izuku.

“Like my ma said. Stay as long as you need. Don go back to yer parents…or yknow.” He turned over to look at you, the both of you making eye contact for a minute.

“Thanks…thank you.” You smile softly at him, letting your eyes close to get a peaceful nights worth of sleep.

AN: This will be a couple of parts! A short story :) I hope you all enjoy some soft Bakugou and Some Izuku! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON MY POSTS I LOVE ALL OF YOU MWAH here’s more XoXo Stinmybubs!!!

[cybunii]

HIDE AND SEEK

“Let's play a little game and have fun”

a/n: so glad this is finally finished >< I do have a part two planned but I have NO idea when that would come out. this is the longest thing i have written so far- pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN! Reader tw: stalking, dub/non-con, slight mentions of somnophilia, intercrural sex/thigh fucking, gaslighting, murder and drugging, Leon is a prick :3, obsessive and manipulative behavior, possible kidnapping, etc.

-

It was safe.

You lived in a relatively small town, and never seeing any reports of kidnapping or murders on your TV made life easy to live. The worst things to happen were food shortages because of the slow drivers, or maybe the power going out because of the awful storms. 

You never had to worry about anything. You worked at the little grocery store on the corner, going between the deli and the floral department when needed. After working there for years, you knew everyone who lived there, eventually knowing their names and where they lived. You had made it a point to talk to everyone you saw, wanting them to feel welcome and seen, it was just a small habit you picked up.

It wasn't the most exciting job in the world, but it was nice to be able to pay rent and have a routine. The days when partners would come in gushing about who they were buying flowers for were your favorite, let it be birthdays, holidays, or just a random event. It made your day, and you weren't even the one receiving the flowers. 

It seemed like you were the outcast in the town, not because no one liked you, but because you didn't have kids or a partner. It didn't bother you about the kids, you were never too fond of having them. Cute, but not for you. The partner subject was a harder thing to explain, you were used to living and being alone so it didn't bother you much. 

You always thought of that as you made the arrangements, the feeling of someone putting their heart into making something so special for you.

This puts you to right now, placing together an arrangement while Mrs. Green talks about her grandkids. You often wondered if she actually liked them with how much she complained about them. They were bad kids though, and got into trouble every week.

“…And of course Parker has to follow in Taylor’s footsteps and tear up the place, knocking over my expensive vase- the one you got me for my birthday-” She explains, covering her mouth as she realizes what she said. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry…” 

You shake your head and put on your best fake smile, holding up a hand to ease her worries. 

“It’s quite alright Mrs. Green, you know how kids are.” You shrug, but internally your wallet dies. You hunted for that vase for hours, finally getting one on sale for roughly $260. Damn those kids. 

She wraps up the conversation maybe a few minutes later, rattling off some reason about cooking her famous chicken again. 

You lived next to her and smelled whatever she cooked while you had your windows open, if the smells were any indication, she was a damn good cook. 

I mean anything smelled good to you. You weren’t a 5-star chef or anything, but you could cook decent meals. Better than the college route of sandwiches and noodles. Those were the days.

-

It doesn’t take long for the day to end, only having a few people working in the store meant shorter closing hours, and getting to go home earlier than most was a perk. You walk out after closing up, locking the door, and practically crashing into Mr. West, basically the head of the events committee for this town. 

“Woah! Be careful there sweetheart.” He said, chuckling like he wasn’t the reason of you almost falling on him. 

“Sorry, what’s up?” You asked, actually interested this time. The last time he planned something, the entire town showed up, it was one of the most exciting things to happen in this town in a while. 

“Well, I came to formally invite you to the little get-together I’ve been planning for the new neighbor, I want to help make them feel welcomed here.” He grins, clasping his hands together as he talks, I guess that makes sense, everyone here knows each other so a new person joining may feel out of place, almost like a new kid joining a new school. Possibly horrifying to experience. 

“A new person? Where at?” You ask, not seeing any empty buildings near your house. Then again it had been a while since you last looked, and the Gold family has been strangely absent. 

“Right on the corner, lil white house with the blue shutters?” 

You nod in acknowledgment, suddenly knowing where that one is and frowning at the fact. 

That house has been abandoned for years, I mean long before you even moved into your little place. The blue didn’t look as vibrant and the white was a sad and dirty grey. 

The inside of the house is just as run down as the outside was. Broken furniture litters the house, most have fallen from their resting places and piled up on each other. The walls are cracked and the floor is covered in dirt and grass that have grown inside the house. 

“Ah, yeah. That one…”

Mr. West nods, almost uncaring about the state of the house. “Yup, been meaning to sell that house for ages. Nice to see some new meat round here.”

“Guess so, but I’ll be glad to take you up on that offer. What’s the details for it?” You ask, taking out your phone. 

He practically swats your phone away, shaking his head in disappointment. “Ah don’t worry about that old thing, I got letters to send out, you’ll see it when it arrives!” He bids his goodbyes and quickly walks off down the sidewalk, assuming he’s knocking on the door of your neighbors next. 

On your journey back home, you take an extra second to look at the house, it being the same way you remembered it. You thought they’d at least try and clean it up, but maybe the person isn’t here yet. The mailbox at least looked new, a nice shiny baby blue color, the black numbers on the side reading “205.” 

If first impressions mean anything, the entrance having some pop to it makes it easier on the eyes and matches the house too. 

But something about the house seems off. You can't put your finger on it, but something feels...wrong about it. 

But maybe that's just the strange aura the abandoned house brings. You continue the trek to your house, thinking about the invitation that the city council member gave you previously before reaching your street. The quiet road is mostly void of any human activity, with the occasional leaf floating down on the wind and the birds fluttering through the air.

Having no information on it so far makes it hard to plan anything out, especially if the letter gets sent too late. 

-

You stop in your tracks at the small glimpse of color resting on your doormat, squinting your eyes at it and deciding it’s too far away to actually tell what it is. 

You make small strides to your front porch, your pepper spray in hand when you pause, almost laughing at the fact that you almost pepper sprayed a bouquet of flowers. You frown and pick it up, the display of flowers similarly close to the arrangement you made earlier that day. 

You suspiciously inspect it with squinted eyes, turning it around before finding the note secured by a ribbon that’s wrapped around the middle. 

“Thought you deserved these more. <3” 

That’s nothing short of weird. 

Not only did the note have some sort of…stain on it, the handwriting is damn near illegible, barely being able to read the poorly attempted cursive on the small note. 

You don’t even know who sent these but it already seems annoying. No return address and no name means there’s someone too shy to approach you, a loser in your eyes. Could be a cute loser, those are fun. 

You shrug it off and walk in your house, flowers in hand as you place them on the kitchen counter, scouring your cabinets for a vase that’s suitable for them. You know it’s your work, just strange on how it ended up back in your hands. You grab the glass from under the cabinet, putting fresh water in it as you trim the bottom of the stems, carefully setting them in the vase on the counter. You’d have to pick up flower food later, but you can always do that tomorrow, not like you don’t already have a shift at the grocery store in the morning.

It’s a weird, possibly fucked up scenario, but It’s almost sweet in a way. Maybe in a school girl way, with your crush or secret admirers sticking notes or love letters in the slots of your locker. Grinning as you show your friends, the ecstatic look on their faces as they encourage you to go over to them, to thank them or ask them out on a date.��

You’ll have to think of consequences later. 

But now? You’ll happily sip your drink and stare at the flowers, daydreaming about who could possibly be your secret admirer.

-

The next day at work is just as boring, but this time your manager Beck did assign someone to your department, so now you’ll only have flowers today. She is in the office today, and you being her favorite employee, she often hangs around, picking up scraps and putting together some of the orders. 

“You hear about the new guy?” She asked, lazily throwing together another order of red roses. 

New guy huh? Guess Mr. West didn’t mention who the new neighbor could be. 

“Somewhat, already got an invite to that huge gathering West is planning.” 

She scoffs, rolling her eyes at the mention of both the gathering and West. They were together at some point, could be rumors, but you can’t deny seeing her knuckles turn white on occasion as she clenches her fists together. Just hearing about him must make her angry. 

“I heard. Can’t wait for that.” 

“It won’t be so bad, maybe it’ll be nice to get the town together again. Especially for the all-famous new guy.” You offer with a shrug, knowing you could care less about all of it. 

It’s not like you hated the poor guy right off the bat, but with every conversation being centered around him? It makes him seem like the next Jesus Christ. With even you knowing about him, the entire town is probably waiting for his arrival. And you know these people, already have assumptions based on his name, of which you don’t even know. You’d almost feel bad if you didn’t already have your own assumptions. 

 He better live up to the hype, or these people will eat him alive. 

“…you know, I actually saw him when he was touring the house,” Beck says with a grin, and you already know the look on her face. She’s a romantic at heart, can’t really blame her. 

“Oh yeah, panty-dropping?” 

She laughs and rolls her eyes, but you know it’s true. She’s attractive, but her college days will never leave her. You cannot forget the drunken stories she’s rambled to you about them practically lining up outside her dorm, and honestly? Good for her. 

Only action you get is from whatever you watch on television, or recently that weird-ass admirer situation. You keep your mouth shut about that, not that you don’t trust her, but she’ll make it a much bigger thing than you need right now. The last thing you need is more attention for this weird display of affection. 

“Well, he’s kinda tall, intimidating but has a cute baby face- Oh! And the most gorgeous blue eyes I’ve ever seen.” She smiles, practically glowing red. 

“Sounds boring, there’s like a million of those already.” You shrug, crossing your arms after putting down the completed order. 

“This one is different! There’s something about his eyes, he’s mysterious.” She nods, a mischievous expression on her face. 

“Right, I’ll see for myself whenever this party happens.”

Beck waves you off with her hand and goes into the break room, maybe to smoke again, it has been a while since her last break. 

It’s been a while since your break as well, and no one is near the counter, and you’ve finished all your orders for today. What harm could a break do? You follow in her footsteps and walk back to your locker, opening it and sifting through your bag. After a few moments you forget what you’re looking for, but the lack of your lighter makes you pause. 

Very small thing, but still noticeable. You step outside and eye Beck up and down with a suspicious look, squinting your eyes at her. 

“What?” She asks, blowing out the smoke. 

“Did you grab my lighter? It’s gone.” 

She raises an eyebrow and shakes her head, pulling out her bright yellow lighter. “Nope, got mine right here. Anyone else smoke?” 

“Nah, just us. Damn, I liked that one.” You feel your pockets one last time and lean against the wall, now having to buy yet another lighter. 

“How do you keep losing yours?” She laughs at you, and you shrug, not like you have any idea. You have a good memory but misplace the small things, you think it’s only natural. 

“No clue, maybe I’m being haunted.” 

The woman laughs again and shakes her head. "Haunted by who? A ghost with something to gain from you? I heard that is an incredibly rare phenomenon."

It doesn't seem crazy, in fact, the idea feels...plausible. The spirits that haunt this area are mostly vengeful, but that still doesn't explain why they would send you things. What would a vengeful spirit have to gain from giving you gifts?

“Yknow, I’ve got this other guy, names L? Supposedly runs a business catching ghosts, people eat that shit up. He’s basically swimming in money.” She nods with a serious look, pointing her finger at you. 

And? Yeah okay- Sometimes you can’t tell if she’s actually serious or just fucking with you. 

You don’t offer up a reply, instead staring at her with a disappointed look. She shrugs in response, taking a drag off her cigarette. 

She continues smoking, blowing out a puff of grey smoke that wafts up and drifts away in the wind. It has a pleasant smell, the scent of flowers and honey-like fruits. It is soothing. The woman's expression remains as nonchalant as it was previously.

“Might head in, heard someone at the counter.” It’s cutting your break a few minutes short, but not like you can do anything else. 

Have to add that to your list of things to do later. 

Care about the consequences of keeping the flowers, buy a new lighter, and use your break time wisely. 

You make a mental note of those three things. The rest of your shift goes as smoothly as expected, though you have a nagging feeling that there is something off about the house you saw earlier. That feeling, mixed with the strange gifts and Beck's strange comment has your mind racing. 

-

That night you had to close late, the customers obviously not understanding closing hours. You get people need food, but they could’ve cleared their schedules or something- Maybe even get there the next morning when you first open. Beck couldn’t close because her cat sitter said he got sick, so she had to rush home and get him to the vet- which is unfortunately hours away.

You make your rounds through the store, jotting down the few things that need to be stocked in the morning. And also make sure no one is trying to stay overnight, kicking those people out is the worst. The last time someone had hidden in the break room, practically scaring the poor new girl to death, she didn’t stay long after that.

A small clang gets your attention, the sound only being noticed because of the dead silent- and hopefully empty store. 

Two things could happen here, either someone is here and fucking with something, or it’s an animal of some kind. 

You don’t want to deal with either. 

You unhook the pepper spray from off your belt, gripping it in your hands like it may fall, almost like a greedy spoiled kid with anything. Unable to let go, and won’t without a good reason. 

Your reason? 

Nothing being here. 

You stalk around the corner with quiet steps, frowning when you hear the small taps of your shoes as they carefully touch the ground when you walk. Damn these shoes and this slick ass floor. You’re hyper-focused on any noise that your ears can pick up, but of course your brain has to imagine hearing footsteps all around you. Another clang has you looking towards the break room, now registering the sound as the locker opening and closing. Walking towards the sound makes your heart race, the loud thumping beats filling your head as you take more and more steps towards the room. 

Rushing around the corner has you panting and hyperventilating, aiming your pepper spray at the lockers - seeing a masked figure quickly slip out the back door, completely dressed in black. 

You run after them, knocking the door open and running into the parking lot. After a quick and very thorough search, it was like they disappeared. There’s no one walking or anything, only the sound of the wind filling your ears. 

A quick walk back to the break room and you’re searching the lockers, praying that they didn’t steal or break anything. Everything is perfectly fine, until you step towards your locker. Nothing seems out of place, but your gut tells you something is in there, something’s wrong. 

You take a deep breath and swing the locker open, squeezing your eyes shut so hard you start seeing shapes. Nothing popping out at you has you opening your eyes again, glancing down at your once empty locker with an expression of disbelief- and maybe a small hint of…disappointment?

It’s your lighter. A small note attached to it reading, “Sorry :(“

…

What?

You know it’s whoever gave you the flowers, I mean they find your house, your workplace, and locker, steal your stuff, and then return it?

You were barely angry about it, only annoyed, and that’s all it took for them to give it back to you? Especially in the weird way that they did. 

They had to be nearby to hear that conversation you had with Beck, whether outside or inside the store. But no one being there makes you pause.

It makes you wonder how long they’ve been watching you. 

The chill that runs down your spine and makes your entire body shiver makes you consider finally setting up those security cameras around your house. You may not be able to do it at the store, but damn this stalker being able to free-roam your own house. 

Makes you consider buying another weapon as well, pepper spray is temporary at this point, people can still fight with their eyes closed.

It being almost midnight puts a stop to enacting any of your plans, you'll just have to invest a pretty penny in the morning to get those cameras, then spend the entire afternoon planning out and placing the cameras around your house. 

Even if you are the only one to see the footage, the thought of having cameras watch you is almost creepy in a way. Like an instant goosebumps kind of feeling. Just gross, can't explain it. 

A quick walk back to your house has you calming down some, despite it being night, the street lights do good work to light up the streets, and hearing the small buzz come from them is soothing in a way. 

You stop by your mailbox first, your morning shift crossing with the path of the mailman's schedule. A glance through the letters and you stop at the bright pink one, immediately knowing it has the details of the gathering. 

Ripping the top off and skimming through the small writing makes you want to crumble the letter up in your hands, just tossing it out into the street. Of course, it's tomorrow, well technically today since it's well past midnight now. 

The only good part is that it's around five, which gives you time to sleep and prepare some weird side dish. It's much better than trying to pick out a gift for the random guy, that's a hair-pulling kind of stress that you definitely dont want to deal with right now, or ever. 

-

That night you actually managed to have a full night's rest, no randomly waking up or any nightmares to scare you half to death. The bright lights peaking through your blinds make you immediately cover your eyes, stretching your legs out and hearing the small pops. 

Sitting up makes you jolt a bit, and the sudden realization of something wet between your legs makes you groan. A quick look under the covers has your mind reeling, it's definitely not your period, and it's all over your thighs and underwear. 

You dont remember having a dream that good to literally come everywhere, let alone have it look like this. Tossing your clothes and sheets in the washing machine and taking a hot shower has you relaxing and not paying any attention to it. 

You have better things you need to worry about today. 

The letter only contained the dishes already being brought to the event, a small note at the bottom explaining to try and bring a dish everyone can eat. Could be easy enough, you could just go to the store and grab a fruit plate or something. Doesn’t take much time to get and is somewhat inexpensive. 

Plus-

Everyone knows this main event is not about the food. 

Around roughly 4:45, you pull up to an awfully crowded building. With most of the parking spaces being filled and people having to stand outside due to the inside being packed, you dont have high hopes for a stress-free night. 

These people are good people, and you get along with them just fine. But having to be at an introduction party is the worst. Having the same conversation over and over again isn't exactly your idea of fun.

And with how many people are here? 

You should practically have sorry on speed dial anytime you may bump into someone, I mean- god forbid you dont apologize for what they did. Of course, everything is fine, you might explode if someone elbows you again but it's all chill! Complaining and daydreaming have you slowly exiting your car, fruit plate in hand as you try to find the food table. 

A reunion. Always something to complain about, whether the food is too dry, the children are annoying, or the awkward moment when that one neighbor drinks too much and starts to talk about his latest conspiracy theories. 

A lot of families have those members you wish you didn't know. But, hey, that's the price you pay to be related to someone.

And two conversations later you finally set it down 20 minutes later. 

You glance up at the poorly taped banner on the wall, holding up a nice welcome greeting.

Leon, huh?

Puts a name to the face you haven't seen yet.

There's something ominous in the air about party's dedicated to a single individual. 

Maybe because everything is out of your control, with every person here dedicated to making the honored person the center of attention. 

Of course, that is exactly why he might enjoy their party. But for a newcomer, it feels like being thrown into a lion's pit, surrounded by a pride of unknown beasts.

In moments like these, you wish it was just a normal party, where the stakes were lower, and the random people and neighbors were your friends.

It's not that they're rude people. You're just more of an introvert, wishing you had some kind of anchor for yourself, a familiar face or a friendly voice.

Beck hasn’t even shown up yet, leaving you standing in the corner watching the others, sipping on a champagne that tastes like perfume. 

You push yourself off the wall and crash into someone, the champagne spilling all over your neck and outfit, the sounds of their apologies drowned out by your thoughts.

The smell of spilled champagne fills your nose, and the apologetic sounds from the stranger fills your ears. You are sure to apologize as well, as the liquid stains your clothes and spills onto the ground as well.

The stranger seems nice, though unfortunate that the two of you crashed into each other, and both of your outfits are now wet and sticky.

The stranger doesn't seem very upset or annoyed by your spilling your drink over them, and you apologize profusely.

A moment passes, and you lock eyes with this strange person. The two of you laugh, the embarrassment fading away as both of you realize that it was an unfortunate accident.

Both of your attention is focused on each other now. The two of you lock eyes, and you can't help but notice how attractive this stranger is. It’s not about his overall appearance or personality, it’s the eyes that are drawing you in. Like a siren call, they practically pull you in, drowning in a sea of the most beautiful blue shade you’ve ever seen. 

“What an awkward first impression, kinda ruined that. I’m Leon, by the way-“ 

He chuckles, extending his hand out and shaking yours with a firm grip, the feeling of rough and calloused palms against your own is almost calming in a way. 

“I’d stay and chat for a bit but I should get cleaned up…” You chuckle awkwardly, gesturing towards the champagne that nearly drenched you. 

“Ah, I am sorry again. I should’ve paid more attention.” Leon frowns, looking you up and down, almost analyzing the mess he made of you. 

A quick nod and you’re off to the bathroom, staring in the mirror as you dab your neck and chest with a damp paper towel. The odd but familiar scent of the towel fills your nose, almost like a wet stale cardboard smell. 

You toss them in the trash when you’re done, admiring your appearance in the mirror before stepping back out of the bathroom. As you step out of the bathroom, your eyes are quickly met by the stranger you met earlier. Leon seems to be making a quick beeline towards you, the two of you catching up after the awkward spill.

Leon eyes you with interest, his shy but flirty demeanor becoming increasingly obvious to you. “You clean up real nice.”

You feel your cheeks flush at his comment about you cleaning up nicely. It seems that your efforts paid off after all. You didn’t dress up for him, let alone dress to impress. But god do those words make you happy. 

You smile at him, unsure of what to say next. He seems a bit flirtatious, which is certainly intriguing.

You can't help but feel your heart pounding like it never has before. The two of you lock eyes for a moment, and your breathing grows shallow as you take him in fully. 

He stands a bit taller than you are, his dirty blonde hair framing his face just right. The way that he stands gives you a sense of security, and his expression is one that speaks volumes. The lights reflected off his soft features, almost making him glow. Maybe Beck was right, he may be average, but there’s something else there. 

There is something intriguing about him, something that attracts your attention, almost begging you to investigate more. While he might be average-looking, his presence is anything but, and you are sure to discover what hides below the surface of those gorgeous eyes.

You find yourself caught in conversation with Leon for so long, that the moments start to slip away as you talk away the night. The feeling of being energized is almost invigorating, as the two of you laugh and enjoy each other's company. It's hard to imagine that only the champagne is causing the buzzing feeling in your body, it is certainly more than just that. 

The night continues on, and the two of you keep talking, enjoying each other's company. The more you engage in conversation, the feeling underneath your skin starts to grow almost intense, and it becomes harder to ignore it, or how you feel about this stranger. You can’t tell if the pounding in your head is because of the alcohol or him, his gaze towards you sending chills down your spine, goosebumps trailing their way down your arms.

Leon seems to notice something is off, and the expression he presents is one of concern. "Is something wrong? You look sick..."

It takes every ounce of willpower to keep yourself collected, and your shaking heart under control. "It's nothing, just had too much to drink... maybe," you finally say, giving a half-smile and trying not to show how nervous you are.

You can't help but feel your heart beating like an angry drum. You're almost certain that he can see the signs of your drunken affection for him, and you are sure to grow more and more embarrassed with every passing moment. 

It seems like Leon is trying to offer support, but to you, this just feels like a game of hide and seek, each side trying not to show their cards too early. A cat and mouse chase, the game only ending when the other party gives in. 

“I’m fine, promise.” You wave off his concern, swirling your drink around in your glass in an attempt to focus on something other than his face.

"Okay, if you're sure..." Leon says, his tone expressing that he sees right through your bluff.

He seems to notice you trying to distract him from the situation, and his expression softens slightly. He seems to pick that up, and the conversation continues.

You can't help but feel a tad bit awkward, so you focus on your drink to avoid looking at him. The swirling glass keeps your vision occupied, but your mind is still focused on the face you tried to avoid.

The conversation continues, and there is little to distract you from the awkward situation between you and Leon. The buzz has only grown more intense, almost making it hard to think straight at moments. Your heart is beating and your mind is reeling, tiny specks of black spotting your vision.

“I’m gonna get some fresh air,“ 

As the words begin to leave your mouth, his features shift to one of confusion, disappointment, and hints of something else that you can’t quite place. "... you're leaving?"

"I'm just...." you try to reply, but the words get caught in your throat. "I'll be back, just need some fresh air," you finally manage to stammer out, the expression on his face adding fuel to your lie.

He only nods in response, and you stagger off to the exit, trying to escape the overwhelming feelings flooding you.

You rush past the other partygoers, ignoring their looks and questions as you try to escape to the privacy of your car. The air is refreshingly cool compared to the crowded party inside, and you can finally breathe. You don't bother leaning against the wall, and instead make a dash for your car.

The freedom is refreshing, and you open your car door to find a quiet space where you can collect your thoughts. You still feel a weird mix of emotions inside you, but in the car, you have some time to calm down.

The drive back home is a surreal experience, as the intense feelings of embarrassment and concern start to settle in. You get home and flop onto your bed, letting the plush pillows and soft blankets ease your mind as you fall asleep in a matter of minutes. 

You fall into a deep sleep, but the feelings still linger. However, the soft embrace of sleep makes the feelings more bearable, and you finally allow yourself to rest.

-

The hangover is the first thing that hits you as you wake up, along with the pounding of your head and the aching pain in your body. Itchiness washes over you, feeling like a lingering reminder of the previous night. No wonder you woke up with a headache, considering the amount of alcohol you probably put away last night.

The little bit of alcohol seems like it affected you more than it should have, given the fact that you aren't a lightweight. Why did you have such a strong reaction to a small amount of alcohol? Was it the stress of the situation, or was there something else going on?

You take the pill killers and swallow the cold water with some difficulty, the scratching in your throat making it difficult to swallow. You hope and pray that the pills will kick in soon, as the pounding in your head is unbearable.

The feeling of the pills finally kicking in makes the headache much more tolerable and the itchy feeling under your skin shifts to something slightly less unbearable. You still feel the heat beneath your skin, and you know that the strange feeling hasn't gone away, but it's certainly become more manageable.

As the pills take effect, you're able to gather yourself for a shower. The hot water pours over your body, and it's heavenly. Not only does it bring the pain of your hangover down to a much more bearable level, but it even helps to calm the strange feeling that has been creeping underneath your skin as well. The heat from the water feels divine, and you find yourself lingering in the shower far longer than you intend to.

You step out of the shower, all clean and dressed with a light snack eaten. The lingering effects of the strange feeling are finally bearable, and you're ready to face the world again.

You leave your house and make your way to the hardware store, hoping that they will have the security cameras that you're looking for. The walk there is pleasant, and the breeze is helping to clear out the last bit of the strange feeling you experienced the night before.

As you enter the hardware store, you are relieved to discover that they do, in fact, carry the security cameras that you're looking for. The person working there is super friendly and knowledgeable, helping to guide you to the right section of the store.

It's nice to be able to get some answers about what happened a few nights ago, and the purchase will certainly make you feel safer in your own home.

You're staring at the two boxes, considering one white shade or the other, when a familiar voice breaks your concentration. It's Leon, and it seems he followed you to the store? 

He seems to recommend one shade over the other, and you take his suggestion to heart. The ghost white seems to suit the color of your walls much better, although the seashell has a nice pinkish hue to it. 

"I'll take the ghost white, then," you say, and turn to give him a smile.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you turn around, spotting his empty basket in hand. 

"I, uhh..." he falters for a moment before continuing. "I was actually headed here to buy some things as well." He gestures to the store, but his eyes seem to be fixed on you instead.

He seems to have something else to say, but he's hesitant. You get the feeling that he's trying to find the right words, and he seems to be avoiding making eye contact.

“I hope you find them all right, they seem to have everything here!” You quickly reply, snuffing out any hint of awkwardness.

He seems to relax a little, as if relieved to shift the topic away from anything tense. "Yeah, they really have everything here. They've got everything I was looking for."

The awkwardness between you seems to have faded, and you feel a bit more comfortable. The conversation is back to being a bit lighthearted, and it feels like a weight has been lifted off of both of your shoulders.

You bid your goodbyes and walk back to your house, holding the bag of freshly bought security cameras in your hand. Hopefully, they’ll blend nicely into your walls, Leon seemed to think so. 

You arrive back home with the two boxes of security cameras in hand and start to consider how to best set them up. You quickly decide the two outside and one in your bedroom, with the last remaining one being a bit of a mystery.

The living room would be a natural spot, but it's pretty open, and doesn't really make sense to have a camera there. The kitchen and dining room are an option, but those rooms could be considered too far away from your bedroom to really be effective at helping your paranoia.

You sit there for a moment, considering options of where the last camera could go. There are so many rooms, and so many different areas to consider, and you can't help but feel overwhelmed.

Finally, you make a decision. The last one will go in the basement, and the basement could use something to watch over it. The basement is an eerie place, with a large variety of odd and old items. The basement is not the neatest place in the world, but that works in your favor. 

You just make sure that it isn't pointed directly at any one thing, but rather in a way that you can watch everything.

You download the app on your phone, which allows you to view all of the cameras at any time. The basement camera is running smoothly, and the stream is clear. You can see the entire room at all times, though you can't detect any obvious signs of intruders or anything out of the ordinary.

It's a relief to have the cameras installed, and the house feels a bit more secure. 

Back upstairs, you toss the empty box and paper away as soon as you return. You won't need the physical reminder anymore, as the code is easy to remember. 

You sit on the couch and feel a feeling of peace wash over you. The cameras are set up, and the inside and outside can be monitored now. It feels comforting, and you hope the cameras will help deter any intruders from targeting your home, or better yet- whoever that one person was. 

-

A few days pass without any issues, and you feel your stress levels ease. Each peaceful day that goes by brings relief, knowing that the cameras are doing their job and nothing strange is going on. 

It's weird to think the strangest thing to happen is tourists flirting with you at your job, it's the truth. Every time you have to deal with one, you wonder how dumb they can really be. You wish you could smack them with the bouquets you sell, and make them regret ever coming over to your counter. But of course, you can't because that's not "Customer Service Friendly.” Ugh.

You almost start to forget about your worries, and life seems to return back to normal. The cameras are doing their job, and it seems like everything has been sorted out.

Leon has become a frequent person in your life, and you find yourself seeing him in almost every place you go. It seems that your paths often cross, even when you aren't necessarily expecting it.

Despite your issues with Leon earlier on, he has turned out to be an alright person. He hasn't done anything malicious like you had assumed, and he seems to be an honest person at this point. 

Beck still hasn't messaged you or anything, so it's been quite lonely without anyone to talk to. Leon has been the only person keeping you distracted from loneliness, and it's kind of refreshing to have someone new to talk to and hang out with.

Getting to know him in such a short time has been a bit of a surprise, as he's shared quite a bit with you. 

You learn about his life as a retired police officer, that he lives with a German shepherd named Lola, and that he currently doesn't have his family. The only other aspect about him that you haven't learned yet is his romantic life.

It's certainly understandable that he would keep his romantic life to himself. You don't go around advertising the fact that you're single either, so you get where he's coming from. It's just a private part of someone's life, and it's not something that needs to be discussed unless it's brought up by the person directly. 

It feels like there's more to him than just the police officer part, the German shepherd, and the lack of family. You kind of feel like there's more to the story when it comes to him. 

Which leads you to now.

You had invited Leon over for dinner, hoping that the house setting would make him feel more comfortable to open up and share more with you. You don't know what it is about him, but there's definitely more to his story than just his career and lack of family. He has some kind of wall around him, and maybe the more peaceful setting of the house will help him relax and share more.

The doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of Leon. You take one last glance in the mirror, making sure everything looks perfect before heading down to answer the door. You open the door, greeting Leon with a smile and leading him inside. 

The dining area is all setup, a delicious meal waiting on the table. The candles are lit and the mood is quiet and peaceful. The smell of the food you cooked wafted through the air, mixing with the warm and light scent of the candles.

Leon seems to be a bit sheepish as his eyes reach the table and linger on the candles and expensive dishes. "You didn't have to do all this for me..." he says, his tone of voice soft but a bit anxious.

You smile and reassure him, "Don't be ridiculous, It's nothing. I just thought I'd make you a nice meal. I've been wanting to cook for someone, and it seemed like a good opportunity." 

He seems to relax once you assure him, though he still seems a bit nervous. He is not used to this, the kindness that you're showing him. It's more than what Leon is used to. He almost looks uncomfortable. 

You take your seat at the table, motioning for him to take his as well. The candles light the room with a warm and dim glow, adding to the pleasant atmosphere of the dinner. Leon sits down at the table, looking at the food with a bit of a smile. He looks nervous still, but there is some kind of small enjoyment on his face. The dinner looks inviting, and Leon seems to be slowly growing comfortable with the situation.

You continue to chat over the delicious dinner, and the conversation flows smoothly for both of you. Leon is enjoying the food and seems to actually be enjoying the conversation. It's the first time you've gone this deep into your friendship with him, and you can't help but feel glad that he is enjoying this night so far.

You both finish eating, and you start putting away the food. You're now standing at your sink as you start washing the dishes, Leon coming over to help and washing the rest of them.

"Let me help you with that, I don't mind at all," Leon says, taking the dishes from you and helping to wash them. "I'm used to doing housework, so I can help finish these with you."

You feel a bit of resistance to the idea, wanting to handle it on your own. But, it seems like Leon is not accepting refusal as an answer. 

Instead, he is taking the dishes from you and helping to wash them himself. There is a sense of kindness and politeness in his voice as if he is offering a helping hand, and you can't bring yourself to deny him. You're not exactly sure what you did to deserve this level of kindness, but you're certainly not complaining.

"Well, thank you. I appreciate the help," You say, giving in and washing the dishes alongside him. "It's no problem really," Leon says, washing the dishes. The two of you scrub away at the dishes, and for a while, there's nothing but the sound of clattering dishes as the water washes over them.

Leon seems more comfortable now, and you notice that he's smiling a bit more as the dishes are cleaned. He does seem a bit restless though, unable to stay still for a long time. Messing with his clothes, bouncing his knee, fiddling with the dishes. The silence is peaceful though, and it's nice to have this small moment with Leon.

You glance over a few times and see Leon's gaze landing on the sharper cutlery, and you notice that he seems to be running his fingers along the sharp edge as if he is contemplating something. It's like he's considering whether or not he should be allowed to use those utensils, as if they're forbidden fruit or something. You can't help but feel a bit uneasy about the way he keeps looking at them. You watch cautiously as he continues to run his fingers along the sharp edge as if testing it out. There's a bit of worry in your mind when it comes to letting him hold these knives, as he seems to be entranced by them in some way. The thought of letting him get near them is making you feel a bit uneasy, but you don't want to be too controlling and tell him he can't touch them.

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should say anything at all, but your worry over the situation is too much for you to let go. You finally ask, "Is everything okay?"

Leon stops and turns to face you, his attention returning to you. "Hmm?" Leon hums, and you notice he's snapped out of the trance he was in. "Oh, yeah, everything's alright. I'm just cleaning the knives," he says, holding one up and scrubbing it.

You furrow your brows a bit at that comment, not wanting to push it further than that. If he says things are alright, then you might just have to take him at his word. It's no use pushing it further if he seems to be content, and you don't want to make things awkward or uncomfortable now.

As you finish up your portion of the dishes, you head over to the counter to dry your hands off with the hand towel. You keep glancing over at Leon, and he's still washing the dishes too. You're feeling ready to rest, but it seems like Leon is just finishing up his portion now. You watch him for a few moments as he finishes up the cutlery, wondering how much longer he'll take.

"I really do want to thank you." Leon suddenly says, the shift in his tone causes you to freeze a little bit, your brow twitching slightly at the ominous undertones it brings with it. You wonder what could have caused this change in the tone of his voice. The sudden seriousness that has come over him is unsettling, and it's almost as if he sees you in a different light now.

"You've been so nice to me, I can't help but feel touched," he says, still looking down at the dishes he's cleaning. This shift is alarming, especially with the way he's not even looking at you anymore.

You laugh awkwardly, trying to pass off his words with a joke. "No need to get all sappy on me," you echo back, hoping that he'll laugh along with you.

"Just wanted us to talk more, have a nice dinner between friends…" You repeat back in an attempt to be lighthearted and not make the situation too awkward.

"A friend, hm?" he says, finally taking his eyes off the dishes and looking up at you now. His gaze is almost piercing, and you can feel that he is studying you with his full attention. The way he's looking at you now makes you feel exposed, almost like he can find some hidden flaw with just one glance. His stare is almost piercing, and you feel like you're being studied from every angle. You wonder what he sees when he looks at you, and what he could be thinking right now.

"Well, we are friends," you reply back, feeling quite uneasy with the way he is looking at you. You don't like the way he's studying you like this, as if he's trying to find something wrong with you.

"That's what I've considered you as this entire time," you continue, trying to keep the sour feelings at bay.

Leon's gaze shifts and his entire demeanor changes in a jarring way. One moment he was focused on the dishes, and the next he was looking at you with an intense gaze that sends chills down your spine. You stare back at him with hesitation, and in just a split second you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of uneasiness wash over you when you see him looking at you like this.

The silence between you two is thick as you stare at each other, and it's as if everything else in the world has stopped. You can't help but feel a sharp feeling of nervousness building inside you, making it feel almost as if you're in the presence of danger. You can't place exactly what changed about him, or what caused this shift in his demeanor. 

His laugh echoes in your ears, but the low and rumbling sound only serves to further distress you. This whole situation is unsettling and it's making you question everything. The whole time you thought you were simply having a nice dinner with a friend, but it appears the situation is a bit more intense than you thought.

"Is that what you think this is?" he asks you, raising an eyebrow.

"This friendship?" you ask, and you feel a bit taken off guard by the question. You stare back at him, your eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. 

"What do you mean?"

"Is that what you think this is?" he asks again, and this time his tone is darker. You can't help but feel uncomfortable with the way he's looking at you when he says those words. It's as if he's challenging you in some way, and the vibe of him seems to have changed.

You can feel a mixture of confusion and anger wash over you as you narrow your eyes at Leon. You feel like he is implying something different, and you don't like it at all.

"That's all I think you are at the moment, nothing more," you reply, trying to keep your cool. You don't like the way this conversation is going, and you don't want to get too frustrated and ruin everything.

"Well, I'm sorry if you aren't satisfied with that outcome," Leon replies, his tone taking on a more ominous feel to it. Your confusion is growing at this point because everything he's saying seems to carry a deeper message. "But I dont think you understand what you're saying..."

"What do you mean by that?" you reply, feeling like the conversation is getting a bit intense now. The way he's talking has taken on a more ominous feel to it, and you can't help but feel a bit uneasy now.

"I dont understand what I'm saying?" you echo back, looking at him with a cautious expression. You're not sure what he means by that, but you're starting to get a bad feeling in your gut.

"I think you're just confused is all." He replies nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

You can't help but feel a moment of frustration when he replies with a casual shrug. Was he just messing around with you? Was that threat in his words supposed to be some kind of joke?

"Confused?" you repeat back, but there's a bit of a frown on your face now. You're starting to feel more than just a bit confused, as he seems to be toying with your emotions. You're not sure what game he's playing at, but it's starting to bother you.

"Okay, I dont understand what's going on here. But I'm not comfortable with you being in my house anymore, I think you should leave." You say, shaking your head, shifting your weight back and forth as you speak, the motion soothing you. 

He seems taken aback by this sudden dismissal, his expression darkening somewhat as he looks at you with a look of surprise and something else. It's like he's trying to hide his anger, but you can't help but feel the threat of it lurking in his eyes.

"I'm not leaving," he replies, his tone shifting back to one of arrogance. He doesn't care that you're not comfortable with this situation, instead, he's demanding that this conversation continue. 

You feel like you're being backed into a corner, and the thought of being forced to engage with this anymore is making you feel uneasy.

"I said you should leave." You repeat yourself, doubling down on your decision.

"No, you should think things through and realize that you want me here." He says, his tone shifting from one of arrogance back to a threatening aura. It's a bit unsettling how quickly he shifted to this, with such a demanding tone. The conversation shifts in tone once again, and he is back to being arrogant and demanding. He doesn't plan to leave just because you told him to, and you're starting to feel uncomfortable with being in this situation with a person so hostile and unyielding.

You quickly size him up, your eyes widening when you spot the tightly gripped knife in his hand. The sudden change in his attitude and that tight grip on the knife make all the pieces click together for you, and suddenly everything makes sense. Your instincts take over, and you become alert to being in a potentially dangerous situation.

Leon notices your shock and tries to take advantage of it, lunging at you with the knife, aiming for your stomach. The sudden lunge catches you off-guard, and you flinch at the action. You can't help but start to feel a rush of fear as the knife aims for your stomach. 

You react quickly, dodging out of the way and punching him square in the jaw, sending him flying towards the floor. 

You scramble away and run as fast as you can in the direction of your bedroom, closing the door behind you and locking it tight. 

The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes your heart beat faster with every step, and you can feel your breath coming out in quick, shaky breaths.

You look around your room in a frenzy, using your new found strength to push your dresser in front of the door. You’re sure any police officer knows how to pick a lock, especially the basic ones that are in these old houses. In a panic, you try to find a place to hide and scan the room for somewhere to hide, your eyes landing on your closet. 

You move toward the closet, and you're careful to open and shut the door slowly. The inside of the closet is dark and cramped, making it feel more creepy than comforting. You try to ignore the feeling of claustrophobia that is creeping into you, and you duck down as you pull the door closed behind you.

The moment you duck into the closet, you hear the sounds of footsteps rushing up the stairs. You realize that your bedroom is the last room in the hallway, which means it could take him a while before he reaches you. 

But, he's going to get to you eventually and you start feeling a bit of panic in the back of your mind.

Would anyone find you when he reaches you? Could you be recognizable to the poor neighbor who finds your body when he’s done? 

You begin to get more and more anxious as the footsteps draw closer, the tension and fear of waiting for the inevitable reaching a fever pitch. 

You sit there in the closet, hiding and waiting in the darkness. You know that the longer this goes on, the more danger you're in, and you can't help but shake slightly at the thought.

You hear the slam of the guest room's door as it burst open, followed by the quiet sounds of rustling that fill your ears as he searches the room. It's an eerie noise, and it sends shivers down your spine as you realize he's getting closer to you. You clutch your hands, trying to keep your breathing quiet and steady as he gets closer.

The silence is overwhelming, as you try everything you can not to make a sound. You hold your breath as you hear Leon searching in the bathroom now, the rustling sound of the curtain pulling back catching your attention, your racing heartbeat growing stronger and louder as he gets closer. The tension is building, and the thought of him finding you is causing you more distress than you would like to admit.

You can hear the chuckle of Leon's voice as he reaches your bedroom door, and you hold your breath even tighter. He's getting so close now, and you can feel yourself starting to tremble with fear. His voice carries with it a sense of dominance and arrogance, and you can almost imagine the smirk he's giving you right now.

You clench your fists tightly as you hear Leon's voice talking to you through the door.

"I know you're in there. Why are you hiding? Do you think it'll help you?" he says, his voice sounding smug and superior. He sounds like he's enjoying this situation a bit too much, and your heart starts pounding in your chest as you hear the confidence in his voice.

The silence is almost deafening when you don’t respond, and you sit there listening to your rapid heartbeat and your slow breathing. There's so much tension in the air, and you feel like your heartbeat is going to explode out of your chest. 

The silence lasts for what seems like an eternity, but you close your eyes tight, hoping that he'll just give in and leave you alone. And, it seems your prayers are answered, and there's only silence for a few moments before the sound of footsteps heading down the stairs makes you sigh of relief. 

You sit in the closet, letting out a sigh of relief when you hear the footsteps heading down the stairs instead of coming toward your closet door. The tension is starting to ebb slightly, and you feel an overwhelming sense of relief wash over you. You feel like you can finally breathe again, and you start to slow your breathing as you try to calm down.

The sound of the dresser scraping against the floor escapes your notice as you try to take deep breaths and calm yourself down. You miss the sound of the footsteps moving toward the door, letting your heart beat faster as you bury your head into your hands. You miss the subtle noises that would have warned you of what was coming. 

When he rips open the closet door, you let out a sharp gasp and freeze, staring up at him in fear as he stares back with that smug expression on his face.

"Found you."

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word count: 10k

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ��𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴅ4ᴠᴅ- ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʜᴏᴍɪᴄɪᴅᴇ

Tw: Bullying, angst with a bit of fluff, Neytiri doesn’t like reader at all, reader feels like an outcast, name calling (Demon), discrimination? Child birth, experiments done to an infant in stomach, reader has long hair, mass effect references, reader is still 5′3.

Author’s note: Don’t worry I haven’t forgot about the Fish Girl series, I just wanted to do a fic of Aonung x reader but with switched parts. I hope you like it, I won’t be adding a tag list on here since I’m not sure if the taglist should be on one series alone. 

Masterlist

You’re a human born in Pandora, just like Spider but you were different. While he had to wear a mask to be able to breath the toxic are, you were able to breath with no problem. Thanks to the experiments done by your parents who sadly had died, your father went out one night and never returned. Your mother died while giving birth, you had come earlier than you should and she lost a lot of blood. 

Sometimes you felt guilty that it was you who killed the woman who had given birth to you. Norm, who was your adopted father had told you many times that it wasn’t your fault, things of that kind just happen, even though it was true, you still felt some kind of guilt. 

You and Spider grew up together in the lab, you were both siblings. You also grew up knowing the Sullys, the kids saw you as another sibling like Spider, while Jake saw you as a niece, mean while Neytiri hated your guts like Spider. When you’d be around, she’d give you the cold shoulder, the only time she spoke to you was when greeting one another. You didn’t need to ask how she felt about and Spider, you already knew by the look of disgust she gave the two of you.

Everything changed when the sky people using Avatars came, they had you all under their knives and took Spider. The only choice the Sullys had was to flee, to protect the clan. Neytiri wanted you to stay behind, she felt that it was both you and Spider’s fault that they had to flee, but Jake didn’t want to leave you behind, specially since you were also a target. 

The day you had to leave, you only packed a backpack, only taking what you little. A book about the galaxy and constellations, two pairs of khaki pants, a notebook, your cellphone and last a picture of you with Norm, Max, Spider and other scientist that had stayed behind. You’ll miss this place for sure.

When you said your goodbyes to Norm and Max, you cried on the ride with Kiri. You both cried since you were leaving your home behind. You and Kiri had a deep connection, maybe it was because you both had five fingers and have a human mother, you weren’t really sure what it was but you both were like spirit sisters in a way. 

Days had gone on, everyone was tired from flying on the banshees, Neytiri believed that they were lost but Jake insisted that you weren’t until finally you spotted a village. Once you got off you all got stared at, a small crowd form around you all, you held onto Kiri’s hand feeling nervous. You saw a certain Metkayina boy staring at you the most, it made you feel exposed. When the  Tsahìk had made claims of both the five fingered Sullys not being real Na’vi and had demon blood. She saw you, a demon.

“And yet they had brought a demon with them” she said causing the crowd to gasp, some of the villagers pulling their children behind them while others held tightly onto their spears. Great, now everyone saw you as a demon, first it was Neytiri, now a clan, just fantastic. You would of rather been taken away as well. 

Finally after Jake had convinced the Olo'eyktan, you were welcomed. The chief's daughter known as Tsireya had taken you on small tour of the village into your now new home. When you were all settling in, their was a small family meeting. Everyone had mixed feelings about their new home, Tuk began to cry since she missed her home dearly just like everyone else. After a few words of comfort and their small quotes of “Sullys stick together” everyone went to sleep.

The next morning, you had got dressed, you put on a top that was given to you by Kiri, it was a made with straps with colored beads that also go around the neck, some leather tassels that hanged on the sides, It covered your chest a bit, you didn’t mind wearing the tops but the bottoms, that was a no for you, maybe later on you’ll wear them. A pair of pale colored pants and you just let your hair down, you were to lazy to put it up, thank goodness your hair covered your back.

You along with the Sully kids left to start your swimming lessons. When you were in the water with the others, you noticed how the Chief’s son, known as Ao’nung was looking at you. During the swimming lessons, he continued to look at you, as if he was interested in you in a way, you just brushed it off since they had never seen a human or should you say Dreamwalker. 

After the lesson, everyone went on to do whatever, you had got your book and to it. You sat under a palm tree, reading about a galaxy called Andromeda. Their was a planet there that apparently the air isn’t toxic and they had alien life there too. They were called Angara, their was also images of what the species looked like. Reading this made you want to travel across the galaxy, see different places, know different kinds of people. You probably could but it would take time to build a ship of some kind, the only thing you could do is dream of it. 

You were too focused on your book you didn’t notice a group of Metayina boys approaching towards you. Then you saw a tall figure loom over you. Looking up you saw Ao’nung, Rotxo and two other boys you haven’t seen. “May I help you?” you asked looking into Ao’nung’s blue eyes “are you some kind of... freak? Or should I say demon?” he asked making the other boys laugh. You sigh, like mother, like son, you thought as you closed your book and got up. “He asked you a question” Rotxo chimed in. “No” you said now irritated, you tried leaving but they circled you, Ao’nung in front of you. 

“It’d be rude if you didn’t answer” he said with a stupid smirk on his face, he was was about to reach for your hand but you pulled away in time. Then you felt someone take your book, it was the boy who had his hair down who had taken it. “Give it back!” you yelled trying to get it but he lifted the book up high, taking advantage that he was taller than you. Then he threw the book to the boy with the buzz cut, you ran to get it from him but then he tossed it to Rotxo, again running to get it from him, but just like the other kids, he tossed it to Ao’nung who looked at it.

“Please, just give it back” you said about to burst into tears, afraid that they’ll do something to the book that belonged to your mother. “You want it back?” He said as you nodded, he was about to hand it to you, but then he pulled the book back him. Opening it then he began to tear out the pages. You stood their shocked, seeing that he had destroyed your book, after he had ripped enough pages from your book he threw them on the ocean, his friends laughed hard at his action.

Your eyes began to tear up, you looked up at him, seeing his smirk fade away into a look of worry. You walked over to were your now destroyed book was and went to collect the pages and hard cover. Then you heard Neteyam, Lo’ak and Kiri approach. “Y/n? What happened” Kiri asked, then she saw what you were collecting then she looked over at Neteyam and Lo’ak, once they got a look at what you were doing, their faces turned into one of anger. Then a fight broke loose. 

Kiri helped you collect the book pages and walked you back to the Marui. The whole time Kiri was consoling you, you were just string at the ground, numb and heart broken. This book meant a lot to you, it was the only memory of your mother that you had, it hurt you. Once you got home, Jake and Neytiri saw the both of you, Jake was the one to speak first “What happened” you didn’t answer or looked up at up at your uncle, you were too heart broken. “Ao’numng destroyed Y/n’s book and purpose, now Neteyam and Lo’ak are fighting him and his friends” Kiri said as Jake sighed. “I’ll be back, Kiri come with me” he said as she nodded. She sat you down on the floor while she left with Jake.

Meanwhile, you were looking down at your wet book pages, not saying a word to Neytiri who was now looking at you. She felt bad for you, she knew what it felt to have something from a loved out who was passed to be broken. She walked close to you sat next to you. “Y/n?” she said as you didn’t want to look away from your book. It hurt her heart seeing you this sad, normally you were messing around with her children or playing with Tuk, but this time, you were just quiet. Neytiri sighed, then she softly pulled you into a hug in which you didn’t pull away from. This is the first time she has ever been this nice to you, while she held you, you let out a sob, you began to cry, you didn’t cry before because of the shock but now you were letting it out.

Later that night, everyone was sitting together eating dinner in silence. You weren’t really eating much, you felt like you were going to throw up. Tuk heard of what happened, she hated seeing you upset, she leaned over to you, she held your free hand as form of comfort. That night you had cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning, you didn’t bother changing your top, you only changed into a dark brown pair of pants and headed out. You didn’t go to your lessons like the rest, you went to the beach instead. You sat down watching the waves move around, along with fishermen coming back to deliver the fish, and others just swimming, you stayed their for the remaining of the day until the afternoon.

Then you heard footsteps coming your way, you didn’t turn to look who it was, you were too focused on the cream colored sand, drawing stars and whatever. “Hey” your stomach dropped when you heard that familiar voice, the boy who had ruined you book was here. “What do you want?” you said looking down at the sand. “I came to apologies” he said, making you stand up, your face had switched into one of anger. “Apologies, you can’t repair my book with an apology, that book was the only thing of my mother’s that I had” you said now crying out of anger. This shocked Ao’nung “I didn’t know, I’m sorry” he said making you turn away from him.

You began to cry again, the na’vi in front of you felt bad, he should of never done that, he deeply regret it. His father has always thought him to treat girls and women with respect, he fucked up big time. “I really am deeply sorry, I was a complete idiot for what I did” he said as you turned to look at him. You saw that he was genuinely sorry for what he did. “Please, give me another chance? If not, I'll leave you be” he said looking down in shame. 

You were looking at him, his apology seemed genuine, it hurt you knowing that your book will never be fixed, its in the past now and you can’t go back into past, well not unless you build a time machine but that was in fiction. “I forgive you and I’ll give you a second chance.” You said this made him look up at you, giving you small smile “thank you, for giving me a second chance y/n” he said. You nodded as you wiped your tears away. “I guess I’ll see you around.” He only nodded as you began to walk away back to the marui, hopefully this time he won’t be as cruel.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Part 7 of deadweight, please?? It’s such a good series!

Vax, Vex, Keyleth and Percy were quick to abandon the original plan in finding the vestige in the hopes of finding you and so far they weren’t so lucky.

Every dark shade that they’d believe to be you was a mere fluke in a realm where it felt like you were on some strange LSD acid trip 24/7. They didn’t know how you could split off from them when you were right next to them through the journey here.

Keyleth believed that it might’ve been the realm, taking offence to your position as the raven queens champion. It was a plausible reason seeing how everything reacted negatively towards you lately.

Vax, Vex and Percy however collectively agreed that their Druid party member just had a bad spell casting capabilities. She was making an attempt which is what counts.

“Do you think they’ll ever forgive us?” Keyleth asked the question that was truly on everyone’s mind but they all knew the answer to that too.

“No.” Vax answered bluntly, “they’d be pissed if our method of reconciliation with them was to sweep all the shit we’ve done to them under the rug.”

“That’ll be the equivalent of kicking a man while he’s down.” Percy pitched in, “We’d be disregarding their feelings and experiences if we did that.”

“So our only option in making it up to them is to acknowledge that we were cunts and promise to be better for the future.” Vex finished as they continued to delve deeper into the woods. “Wherever they are,” she continues, “I hope they’re alright.”

[with you]

“VAX, VEX, KEYLETH, PERCY! IM GOING TO KILL YOU! AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!” You screamed as you ran further into a dense, dead forest to escape from the murderous vegetation that had been trailing you. All you did was step on some weird looking flower! You apologised afterwards! What more could they fucking want!

When you didn’t hear the rampaging horde of angry plants did you dare to look back to see that they had seemingly lost sight of you and gave up the hunt in order to head back home. “Weird.” You said to yourself, sheathing your daggers but before you were about to continue trekking the foreign land for your party members.

a voice called out to you from deep within the forest, causing you to become in some sort of trance as though your body was no longer yours to control anymore as you could only watch yourself walk through the dead forest, through some sickly looking swamp of thick black goo like substance as though it were water.

“You’re friends aren’t coming to save you my dear,” the voice said. “They’re too preoccupied with the vestige to worry about your well being.” It then chuckled before continuing, “your need for companionship is quite pathetic. You feel alone whenever you in a room with the rest of your party. Alienated, ostracised, outcasted from the group of outcasts.”

“I, however, can provide you all the companionship you will ever need, all you need to do is come to me. Come to me. Come to me. Come to me.”

Your body did as this voice told you as you watched it reach a dead tree trunk that opened up with an ominous red glow. As soon as you stepped inside, the tree was quick to close up behind you, sealing you in with whatever monster laid inside.

“That’s not good.” Warned a horned mystery figure with fiery hair sat upon a rock. “I must tell their friends that their little warrior mate is in danger, grave danger should they hear out Saurndor terms and conditions.” With a blink of an eye, the figure had dissipated in thin air.

[back to vox maxhina]

They’ve searched

And searched

And searched

But they had yet to still find evidence that you weren’t dead in a ditch somewhere but Percy, Vax, Vex and Keyleth believed that they were getting close, though how close was close was still up for debate.

“Ugh! They could be anywhere by now!” Vex cries as she and the others crossed a riven, annoyed at the lack of progress. How could they miss a armoured figure with black feathered shoulder pads in a realm of eye straining, migraine inducing colour?!

Either you were trying to find them also or…Vex didn’t want to think about the other option. They’ve lost you once, they were determined to never loose you again. They still had unresolved problems to put to rest.

“They couldn’t have possibly gone to Syngorn?” Percy asked, looking back they way they came as though waiting to see your silhouette encroach in on them but nothing. The gunslinger sighs in disappointment and dissatisfaction as he pinched the skin between his brows.

“Fat chance.” A unknown voice told them.

Percy, Vax, Vex and Keyleth turned to look who it was only to see a fiery haired being with horns sat not too far from them, notebook in hand.

Vax was quick to pull of his dagger, “who are you and what have you done with y/n?” He threatens but the horned male merely laughed as though he was threatened with a stick rather then a sharpened piece of forgery.

“I haven’t done anything to them, but Lord Saundor will should you fail to reach them in time.” He muses, still drawing in his little notebook.

“What is that meant to mean?” Percy said gutturally, holding his gun at the being who seemingly knew your whereabouts. “Who’s Saundor?”

“That’s for you to know and for you to find out.” The figure cheeked before pointing towards the dead forest that Keyleth, Vax, Vex and Percy seemed to somehow miss in their mission of searching for you.

“They’re currently under his trance. I should’ve told them to not listen to him but by the time I got to them, they were already walking right into his trap. Poor thing, whatever ails them must take a heavy toll on them.”

Vax, Vex, Percy and Keyleth looked to each other in shame and sorrow. Whatever this saurdon did to you, must’ve been using your most deeply desired against you, they had indirectly made you dispensable to him and now this was their chance to make up for everything by saving you.

“Lead us there and we’ll think about letting you live.” Vex said.

“VEX, VAX, KEYLETH, PERCY! IM GOING TO KILL YOU! AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!”

“VAX, VEX, KEYLETH, PERCY! IM GOING TO KILL YOU! AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!”

“VAX, VEX, PERCY, KEYLETH! IM GOING TO KILL YOU! AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!” You screamed as you ran into a forest area with weird looking plants trailing you with murderous intent.

“VEX, VAX, KEYLETH, PERCY! I WILL KILL YOU! AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!” You screamed as you ran deeper into a weird looking forest area with even weirder looking plants tailing after you with murderous intent.

“VEX, VAX, PERCY, KEYLETH IM GOING TO KILL YOU! AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!” You screamed as you ran as fast as your legs could carry you deeper into the woods as weird freaking plant fucks were tailing you

[marvins-fuckass-tie]

Do it again.

“You Idiot. We could’ve been… us.” Crowley says, hoping Aziraphale will realize. When Aziraphale looks away, Crowley has one last attempt. One last, desperate attempt. He marches up to Aziraphale, grabs him by the lapels and passionately, frantically, crashes his lips with Aziraphale’s.

“Will this work? please work. This is supposed to work.” are the thoughts racing through Crowley’s mind. Thoughts of, “No, this can’t feel like this. I can’t want this! But oh, I do want this. So much.” running through Aziraphale’s mind.

Aziraphale battles with himself to lean into Crowley’s kiss. For a second, he wraps his arms around Crowley’s back. Crowley pulls away. Aziraphale’s reaction is hard to read. Was it too much? Did Crowley go to fast? Surely after 6000 years, it’s not too fast. Aziraphale opens his mouth. Something along the lines of “I can’t.”, but is too quiet to tell. Crowley sighs, feeling like his attempts of getting Aziraphale to stay have failed.

“I forgive you.”

The words fell from Aziraphale’s mouth and jabbed Crowley in the heart. He was losing his angel. Defeated, Crowley lets out, “Don’t bother.”

As Crowley is leaving the bookshop, Aziraphale slowly starts to realize what just happened. Just as Crowley is about to open the door, Aziraphale says, loudly, “Do it again!”

Crowley turns to look at Aziraphale. He doesn’t speak, but he gives Aziraphale a look of, “What did you say? Did I hear your correctly?”

“Do… do it again. Please. Right now.” Aziraphale says in a hushed tone. Crowley gets closer to his angel, who he was pretty sure he was about to lose just a few seconds ago, cups his face, and passionately, less frantically kisses his angel. Aziraphale leans into the kiss. This is exactly what he needs. He doesn’t need Heaven. He needs Crowley. The kiss lasts much longer, and is much more enjoyable than the first attempt.

As the kiss starts to get a little more heated, The Metatron walks in to get Aziraphale’s answer. “I see you’ve made your choice.” Says Metatron. His expression is hard to read. Will he outcast Aziraphale from Heaven? Will he keep his word and let Crowley know he can be restored to full angelic status?

“Yes… I- I have.” Aziraphale starts, nervously. “I have decided- well, we have- Crowley and I have decided that if Gabriel and Beelzebub can go off together, then we can too. We want to stay right here. In this bookshop.” Crowley gives his angel a “well done, angel, I’m so proud of you” look.

“Very well. I didn’t want to have to do this, but this does mean you will no longer be allowed in Heaven.” The Metatron tells Aziraphale.

“Yes, I- I understand. But there is nowhere I’d rather be than with Crowley, who is my heaven.” Aziraphale tells Metatron.

“You’re really going to give up Heaven for a demon? A fallen angel, who couldn’t even do a good job at being a demon?” Metatron says.

“With all due respect, the last time Aziraphale was in Heaven, you lot tried to cast him into hellfire. Granted he wasn’t there, but I was. I saw how he was treated, and I will not stand for it.” Crowley starts to go off on Metatron. Was it too much? Did he go too far? Aziraphale looked at both Crowley and Metatron shocked. Crowley never mentioned that Heaven tried to set him ablaze.

“Wait, you weren’t there?” Metatron says to Aziraphale. Aziraphale looks panicked, worried about what will happen to him and Crowley now.

“It seems you have made a decision. I will leave you two alone.” Metatron started, “Aziraphale, if you change your mind, you know how to find me.”

Aziraphale gives Metatron a look of, “Seriously? After everything that just happened, you’re still trying to get me to go with you?”

“I’m afraid I will not be joining you. At all. Crowley and I are staying right here in this bookshop.” Aziraphale stands his ground, and grabs Crowley’s hand. They didn’t need Heaven, they didn’t need Hell, they’re toxic. They can finally get away, and just be them. An us. Maybe get a little cottage in the South Downs.

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I had this idea to write this after learning about the meaning of the look Aziraphale gives Crowley after the kiss. This is the first time I ever written anything in years, so go easy on me.

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

The Elf Servant and Water Fairy!

(Bel and Tip are fairy boys and Vanilla got shrunk down to fairy size!)

JanAUary: Fantasy AU (but this au is here to stay!)

The Elf Servant and Water Fairy! (a “short” fanfic) (you don’t have to read the writing! You can just enjoy the drawing instead! The one shot fanfic is just for my own enjoyment pretty much, anyway ^^”)

Warning: this fanfic contains ooc (out of character) content. I've said this in another post a while ago, but it's pretty much its own stand alone thing if I were to change Vanilla and Dio's names.

“Ice!” King Dio, the vampire ruler of Brandopolis calls to his servant. The very tall elf man with long, wavy, chocolate brown hair turns to face his king,

“Yes, sire?”

“When you go to town today, be sure to pick up plenty of supplies for baked goods. I want you to make plenty of desserts for the ball this weekend.” The vampire king grins, showing a hint of his pointy fangs. Ice nods and gives his king a polite bow,

“As you wish, my lord.” 

Ice slings his satchel over his shoulder with a small sigh. He gently rubs the snout of his ghastly looking black horse, he lovingly named Cream. The elf servant kisses the white heart shaped marking on the forehead of his horse before mounting his stead and riding off into town. Cream trots carefully because he’s towing a cart behind him. Creamerton, this is the town Ice was born in before he was hand picked to be the loyal right hand man of King Dio. The delightful smell of baked goods is around every corner. Everyone in this town is always smiling and enjoying life… everyone except Ice was. When Ice was a child, his parents left him on a doorstep, never to return for him. As much as Ice loves the town he grew up in, a lot of rotten memories resurface of being abandoned, outcasted, and hurt. A lot of people weren’t very fond of Ice because of how inattentive and clumsy he can be, as well as a little off putting considering the fact he doesn’t care much to make conversation. 

As Ice and Cream trot into town, a few of the residents take notice and whisper to one another. He has gotten a lot more respect after being dubbed King Dio’s royal right hand. Not everyone in Brandopolis, or Creamerton for that matter, dislikes Ice however. Some people wave to him and give him warm and welcoming smiles. Ice nods and waves back to them. The elf man pulls Cream to a stop at one of the shops and ties him to a post. Ice dusts off his laced purple dress, fixes his circlet, and brushes his beautiful chocolate brown hair to cascade down his back. They inhale and walk into the shop, preparing themself to speak to other people. 

“Ice! There you are.” A large elf man with a big dark brown beard, peppered with grey and white hairs smiles at the young elf. He pats Ice’s back, “I was wondering when you’d arrive. Come here, come here.” He gently presses Ice’s back to follow him.

Ice is brought to a counter,

“Mr Elote, these…”

“Yessir, these are the freshest ingredients I have to offer. If anyone’s going to nab the best, it’s going to be Vanilla.” Elote pats Ice on the back, “Oh! I apologize… I keep forgetting King Dio gave you a new spoken name. After all, it is you who holds the ice crystal of Brandopolis.” Ice touches the crystal that rests upon his forehead, safely lodged in the circlet he wears around his head,

“Yes… indeed. Um… thank you for everything, Mr Elote.” Ice and Mr Elote carry crates of ingredients to the cart Cream has behind him. After the two elf men place the last crates into the cart, Elote dusts of his hands and chuckles,

“Always a pleasure, Vani- uh- Ice!” The two elves shake hands happily. Elote sighs and wipes his brow, “I find it quite amusing that you and my son, Cinnamon- er Fire as they call him now, are both royal servants of the great King Dio.” Ice nods, about to speak, but Elote’s brows frown. The older elf man is visibly troubled,

“But um… I admit… I’m very worried about him. I know you both never really got along very well but… how is he doing, lad?”

“Oh, Cinnamon…” Ice mumbles and looks to his lower left. He looks back down at Elote, “F-Fire. Ahem, Fire has been doing well… although, he has been training for battle more intensely than any of us other gem holders.” The brunette returns the look of concern Cinnamon’s father gives him. For a few moments, there’s a fog of dread between the two men. Elote shakes his head then smiles helplessly,

“I’m certain he’s just being cautious. After all, he’s always been quite the hot head, am I right? Ahahaha!” Elote laughs heartily, “It was fate that he would be the holder of the fire crystal, lad. Alright… you take good care of those ingredients now, dear boy. Whip ‘em up some tasty treats this weekend.”

“Thank you, Mr Elote. Thank you for everything.” Ice nods then climbs back atop of his horse and they trot back to Dio’s castle. 

That evening

The 4 gem holders are all kneeling in front of King Dio’s throne. The vampire glances over each one of them and speaks,

“Azalea of Foxville, holder of the earth crystal…” A young elf woman with curly bright red hair looks up at King Dio.

“Tawny of Shoebill City, holder of the sky crystal…” A young elf person with short blonde hair looks up at King Dio.

“Cinnamon of Creamerton, holder of the fire crystal…” A young elf man with long jet black hair looks up at King Dio. Dio looks at each of them, then smiles with a small, barely audible chuckle at the final person before him,

“And Vanilla of Creamerton… holder of the ice crystal.” Dio covers his mouth daintily and giggles, “Now, yet again I am amused by the fact that two people from the same place are holders of these sacred gems.” He shakes his head with a smile, “I want you four to continue your elemental training. The Warriors of Stardust are closing in and I don’t want our beloved land to be soiled by their nastiness.”

“Yes, King Dio.” The four of them speak in unison.

“Very good…” Dio looks at his nails, “All of you are dismissed except Ice.”

“But, sire.” Fire speaks up. Dio raises an eyebrow,

“What is it?”

“Whatever it may be, I could aid you with. Ice is far too uncoordinated and clumsy, your grace. They have no business attempting to handle delicate tasks, or any task you may hand to them.” Fire tells the vampire king. Ice gives Fire a very offended look. Dio is unamused by this and turns to look at his nails once again,

“That’s not really your place to talk, Fire. I suggest you be on your merry way. I give Ice menial and tedious tasks because he is such a good little servant boy. You needn’t worry your little head about his bumbling nature. You are dismissed.” 

“I… yes, sire.” Fire grits his teeth, then gives Ice one last glare before leaving. Ice turns around, giving Fire a disgusted look.

“Ice.” Dio gets the elf man’s attention.

“Yes, my lord.” 

“I have a little task for you, but you must do it tomorrow at dawn. When the sun rises, you do as well, no exceptions.” Dio commands Ice.

“Of course, sire.” Ice nods.

The next day

At the first light of dawn, Ice quickly gets ready for the day ahead of him. The elf packs his things and brings his beloved horse, Cream, with him. This journey should be a short one, but a very important one nonetheless. Ice gently touches their circlet as they trot into the forest,

“Steady, Cream.” Ice pets his horse.

The brunette looks at the map Dio gave him and follows each direction to the letter. Soon, they make it to their destination. Ice’s milk chocolate brown eyes widen at the sight before him. They hop off of their horse and gaze in awe at what they behold.

Before Ice, is a beautiful meadow with a small waterfall and little pond with the most crystal clear water he ever laid his eyes on. Butterflies, a vast variety of wildflowers, birds chirping, and a little rainbow from the mist of the waterfall in the morning light. Ice’s hands cover his mouth at the gorgeous sight.

Soon Cream nudges Ice’s back with his muzzle,

“Oh! Right, right.” The elf takes out a little empty potion bottle that Dio gave to him for this task. The brunette kneels down and looks at the water. It’s so clear that he can see the very shallow bottom. They turn and look at the small waterfall, which is about 4 feet tall at most. Ice inhales and starts trying to bottle some of the water.

Suddenly he feels a tickle on his ear. Ice scratches his ear and shakes his head.

The elf feels his other ear being tickled, so he scratches that one too. His temple tickles, his neck tickles, the top of his head tickles.

“Augh!” Ice scratches his head and ears, “What is that?! What’s going on?!”

He opens his eyes and sees a little floating blue blur of light on his nose, it tickles. Ice swats at it,

“Go away! Jeez, what a clingy bug.”

“Hey, I’m not a bug!” A high pitched voice in his right ear speaks. Ice turns to face the voice. He’s met with the floating ball of blue light, only when he squints… it looks like a tiny person! Ice gasps and backs away, crawling backwards and leans his back up against the small rock wall,

“W-w-what?! What is that?!” they point at the entity.

“What am I?! How about, ‘what are you’, big boy!” The tiny creature laughs at him. The creature flies around his face, making Ice swat his hand,

“Stop that! It… tickles.”

“Oh?” The entity lands on Ice’s knee and looks up at him.

“Y… you have bug wings. You are a bug! A bug with a body like an elf…?” Ice looks cautious and confused.

“You ever heard of a fairy, big guy?” The little fairy sits on Ice’s knee criss-cross style. 

“Fairy? No that’s… they’re not real. That’s impossible- I have to be dreaming.” Ice rubs his eyes only to be face to face with the blue light ball, “Ewaugh!”

“What’s your name? What brings you here?” The fairy asks him.

“What? Oooh no. No you don’t. You fairies are tricksters. I’m not going to trust a fairy… even if I am dreaming.” Ice shakes his head.

“Hmph.” The fairy flies into his face and pokes his nose, making Ice squint. Fairy dust gets into his nose and he sneezes. The fairy laughs at him, swiftly flying around in circles. Ice looks up as the fairy flies away into the sky. The elf sighs and rubs his head… noticing that his sleeve is a lot bigger than it used to be… and his circlet falls over his face,

“What the-?! Huh?!”

Ice realizes that he’s shrinking. “No. No no no no NO!!!” Soon the elf is as small as the little blue fairy. The fairy daintily lands on the fallen dress and in the middle of the circlet,

“Hmmm… now where did you go?”

A little lump under a piece of the dress’s fabric starts moving.

“Oh! There you are.” The fairy glides over to the spot. Ice crawls out from under the fabric and looks up at the fairy.

“What did you do to me?! What did you do?!” Ice looks at his hands and arms, then all around at the place surrounding him and the fairy. Ice covers himself up out of embarrassment, realizing he’s nude now. The fairy giggles at him, making his cheeks heat up,

“It’s not funny, you horrible horrible being!” 

“Oh, relax, elf boy,” The fairy crosses his arms and looks all around the lake and waterfall, “It’s a temporary spell. It’ll only last until the sun goes down.”

“Sundown?! No… No no no, I have to be at the palace before sundown.” Ice curls up and covers both his body and his face.

“Hm? Palace?” The fairy tilts his head, “Are you royalty?”

“No… I’m just a servant. Well…” Ice sighs and rests his head on his bicep as he lays down with one arm between his legs, “I’m the king’s favorite servant… oh and the uh, holder of the… nevermind.”

“Holder of what? What is it?” The fairy kneels down to him.

“Nothing! Just… please, fairy person, please turn me back to normal.” Ice begs the fairy. 

“No can do, Mr elf guy… I’m afraid, just like I said before, the spell lasts all day.” He tells Ice, “Oh well… But hey, it’s not so bad being this small, especially when you can fly like me!” The fairy flies around while Ice lays there hopeless. The fairy laughs and flies around, then lands in front of Ice,

“Hey, come on now! What’s the matter?”

“I’m the size of a wasp and in my birthday suit in front of a stranger, what do you think the matter is?” Ice growls. The fairy pouts,

“Hmph… well, I guess I could help with the birthday suit thing. Stay right here.” 

Ice sighs, feeling like he’s about to cry any moment now, but remains composed as best as he can. 

“Alright, I’m back! Stand up.” The fairy holds up a violet flower petal and smiles at him.

“What’s that going to cover?” Ice stands up, covering his intimate area with both of his hands.

“You’ll see.” The fairy drapes the flower petal over Ice. In one quick motion, the petal is turned into a little mini dress over Ice. 

“Huh?!” Ice looks all around at the little purple flower petal dress he is now wearing, “This is…”

“Beautiful? I know! Oh and don’t worry.” The fairy lifts up his dress a little to reveal his behind is covered up, “It comes with undies underneath!” He giggles then covers himself back up with his flower petal dress,

“I’m Tippy Tulip by the way. And you would be…?” Tippy asks.

“I’m… Well… They used to call me ‘Vanilla of Creamerton’. But King Dio has given me the name Ice. So Now I am called ‘Ice of Creamerton’.” Ice tells him.

“Oh, that’s so… cool heehee!” Tulip giggles.

“Look, Tulip. I really need to take a bottle of that water back to the palace. It’s very important to King Dio.” Ice tells him. 

“Hm? Oh. Oh…” Tulip’s wings droop and his expression turns sour. He crosses his arms with a pout, “I see. Your king must’ve sent you here to meet me on purpose.”

“What are you talking about?” Ice asks, touching his new flower petal dress.

“Pfft… He wanted you to ask me to bless the water, but I guess he omitted the part where I come in. Which makes no sense!” Tulip rolls his eyes.

“Wait… what? Bless the water? Why? What does that do?”

“You ask so many questions! Don’t you know anything, Ice?” Tulip giggles then approaches Ice, “Whoa… you’re uh… you’re pretty tall.” Tulip looks up at him with awestruck eyes. Ice,

“And you’re pretty…”

“I’m pretty?” Tulip grins. While Ice tries to backtrack, Tulip laughs and bounces around, hovering and landing on different parts of Ice’s elf dress on the ground. 

“Wait! That’s not what I was trying to say!” Ice huffs and waves his hands around, feeling his cheeks burn. Tulip flies back over, face to face with Ice, noses almost touching, then speaks,

“What’re we waiting for? Let’s get you some of that water so I can bless it!” He takes Ice’s hand and tries to pull them, “Hnnngh! This isn’t any use… you’re too heavy. Hmmm… Oh! I know!” 

Tulip spins around in circles trying to touch his own wings. The fairy boy grabs both of his own wings and pats them down, making fairy dust. 

“Alright, let’s see if this still works.” Tulip claps his hands together, making the fairy dust cover Ice.

“Hey!” Ice watches Tulip. Ice sneezes a few times, then flies backwards! Tulip floats over to Ice,

“Now you can fly! Haha! But you gotta hurry, you can only fly for a short time, Icy.”

“Incredible! I’m… I’m actually flying!” Ice hovers for a bit, only to land on his face, “Ough!”

“Hahahahaha! You’re funny!” Tulip lies next to them, “Okay, so you said you needed to get this pond water into a bottle? Where’s the bottle?”

“It should be in my satchel- oh no.” Ice turns and sees the now giant satchel lying next to his old dress, “If my satchel is huge then the bottle will be too. Do you think you could shrink the bottle down too?” Tulip’s brows frown and xe shakes xis head,

“I can’t. I’m sorry.” Xe looks up at the satchel, “I only know the spell that can make people smaller, and uh… this is the first time I’ve actually used it, eheheh!” Tulip rubs xis neck, “B-but, I can go get the bottle and bring it back down here.”

“Okay, well it’s a long, skinny bottle with a blue cork on the top. It fit neatly in the palm of my hand. Heh, I suppose you’d also fit neatly in the palm of my hand if I were back to my original size.” Ice chuckles.

“You want to hold me like that?!” Tulip spins around.

“W-wha-!? No! No, I said I could if I were back to my elf size!” Ice waves his hands around.

“I know, I was just teasing you, Icy. You’re fun to mess with.” Tulip smiles then flies up into the satchel. Ice’s bag moves around, Tulip bumbles about all while trying to find the bottle. Ice hovers around and does a few flips, playing with this new temporary flight of his.

“Oh! I think I found it!” Tulip’s voice is muffled. The blue fairy boy flies up, struggling a little bit to hold the bottle, “You weren’t kidding. This bottle is the same size as me! Only it’s a little bit taller, I’d say, heehee.”

Tulip rolls the bottle down the satchel. Ice tries to stop it but ends up getting cartoonishly flattened by it,

“Augh!” 

“Oops.” Tulip glides down to Ice and helps them back up, “You okay?”

“Ow… how am I still alive?!” Ice looks at his hands.

“Well, due to the spell I cast on you, you have limited fairy powers. We can’t get crushed or stomped on, that’s not how we die! It still hurts though, especially when people think we’re bugs… but you all shouldn’t be killing bugs anyway.” Tulip pouts. Ice turns around,

“Alright then, let’s go ahead and fill up this bottle, shall we?”

“We shall!” Tulip flies over and helps them with filling up the bottle. 

Meanwhile

“Sire!” Fire rushes into the throne room catching his breath, “King Dio!” Fire kneels and pants, sweat beading down from his forehead, “I just got word from lookout. The Warriors of Stardust are headed this way.”

“I see…” Dio narrows his eyes and looks away, pondering, this certainly isn’t good. Not only will we have to postpone the royal ball, but my entire kingdom is in danger. The vampire stares into Fire’s eyes, “And what of Ice? Has he made his return yet?”

“N… no, my lord. Ice has been gone all morning. There is no sign of him anywhere. He was supposed to be back hours ago.” Fire speaks with great concern.

“This is indeed a troubling matter.” Dio taps his cheek, shaking his head, “Very well. Alert the other two. Continue training. When would you say the Warriors of Stardust will arrive?”

“The latest they will arrive would be sunset.” Fire bows his head. Dio’s expression bitters, he scowls and rises from his throne,

“No good.” As Dio walks beside Fire, he motions for his servant to stand. Fire does so and sighs,

“I’m sorry, my king. We will do whatever we can to protect this land.”

“As you should. It is written in the prophecy that the element holders will protect this sacred land from any interlopers who wish harm upon it. I have faith in you all… We just need Ice to make his return so that you all shall use your element crystals to defend my kingdom.” Dio says. Fire nods,

“Yes, my king.” 

As Dio leaves, Fire rubs his forehead and wanders off to a window,

“Oh, Vanilla… where the hell could you be at a time like this?”

Meanwhile

“Well, this sucks!” Tulip puffs out his cheeks, “How in the world are we gonna carry this monstrous satchel back to the palace? Can’t we just bring the stupid water I blessed?” 

“Are you kidding? I don’t want to leave my stuff here!” Ice gives Tulip an incredulous look, “We have to find some way to-”

Cream’s snout is right above Ice as he snorts hot air onto the tiny man. Ice looks up,

“That’s it! We can use my horse!” Ice climbs up on the satchel, “Cream! I need you to put this satchel strap in your mouth and carry us back to the castle.” 

Tulip flies up and sits next to Ice. They are soon picked up by Cream’s mouth, but that’s when Ice realizes something, 

“Wait!” He turns around to look at the ground, which is very very far away. Ice trembles and clings to the satchel, “Oh dear… we’re so high up.”

“Hey, it’ll be okay. You can still use my fairy dust to fly. It’s no big deal!” Tulip dusts more of xis fairy dust onto Ice’s body. The brunette squints and rubs their eyes,

“Hold on a second! We still need to get my circlet! It’s very important that I have that with me at all times.” Ice turns up to his horse,

“Cream! Put us on your back please, I need you to grab my circlet as well.” They point to the ground. Cream rolls his eyes and sighs, then slings the satchel with the two small gentlemen onto his back. Ice holds onto Tulip as tight as he can in fear of falling. Cream walks over to the circlet on the ground and picks it up in his mouth. He whinnies and snorts to alert Ice that he now has the piece of jewelry.

“Th-thank you, O noble stead!” Ice chuckles, noticing he’s holding Tulip like a pillow, “O-oh! I’m sorry.” They release xem from their grip.

“Ow?” Tulip pouts and rubs xis arms. 

“Right, um. Cream! Take us back to the castle!” Ice points up into the air. Cream whinnies and starts trotting into a random direction. After a while, Cream stops in his tracks, turning his head every which way. Nothing but dense forest lies ahead. Ice stands up and spins around, losing his breath from worry,

“Oh no.” 

His brows frown and he can’t catch his breath from anxiety, “We’re lost.” He sits back down with his hands over his face. Tulip crawls over to him,

“Relax, relax! Look, we’ll find your way back home, okay? There’s always a way out. Didn’t you bring a map with you?”

“Y-yes, I did! I did. It’s right here in my satchel.” Ice crawls into the satchel. After a while, he pulls out the rolled up map and directions from the bag, “Okay, so all we have to do is follow this back home.”

“That’s easy enough, Icy! Let’s get to it!” Tulip stands up and puts his hands on his hips. Suddenly, quicker than the blink of an eye, Tulip is attacked by a yellow and purple blur. “OOF!!!” 

Ice gasps and watches as two balls of light battle each other in the sky. The yellow and purple ball of light baps the blue ball of light a few times before taking him down to the ground. Ice quickly grabs onto Cream’s mane and is gently lowered to the ground. 

Tulip is being pinned down on the ground by another very angry fairy, who’s slapping Tulip’s face. Ice rushes over to the two fairy gentlemen,

“HEY!!! GET OFF OF HIM!!” 

The furious purple and yellow fairy whips his head around to face Ice with the most sour scowl. Ice gulps and backs away a little bit.

“And who is that?!” The purple haired fairy yells and gestures to Ice. Tulip rubs his face and shoves the other fairy off of xem,

“Ungh! It’s none of your business!” Tulip hisses, “C’mon, Icy, let’s get going. This jerk isn’t worth our time.”

“Uh…” Ice puts a finger up, very confused. The purple haired fairy gets in between Ice and Tulip with a frown,

“Oh no, you don’t, Tulip. You still owe me and I’m gonna get what I deserve.” They are fuming. Their wings flutter with irritation and their pointy ears are pinned down in anger. 

“I told you, it’s elf garbage, Campanula. It had no real value to it.” Tulip turns to Ice and points xis thumb at the other, very nettled fairy, “This is Campanula Bellflower by the way… and he’s a huge JERK!”

“ME?!” Bellflower’s wings flutter, causing fairy dust to fall, “You’re the one who broke my priceless elf jewelry!” They adjust their little flower stamen tiara, “And don’t introduce me to some random-” He does a double take at Ice. Bellflower’s dark brown eyes widen and he stops in his tracks, “Random…” His cheeks heat up as he makes eye contact with the very attractive elf gentleman. The purple haired fairy’s wings flutter a bit as he fidgets with their fingers,

“H… hi, I’m Bellflower. Campanula Bellflower. Hi…”

“Uh, heheh, hi?” Ice awkwardly smiles and waves to them. Bellflower looks him up and down then turns to Tulip,

“Friend of yours?”

“Yeah.” Tulip crosses xis arms and narrows xis eyes at Bellflower. He giggles and covers his mouth,

“Wow… wait.” Bellflower looks around Ice, walking in circles around them, “W…where’s your wings?”

“Oh, I actually cast a spell on him because he was being mean to me. He’s actually an elf boy.” Tulip tells him.

“An elf boy?!” Bellflower gasps, “Oh wow! Wow wow wow!” Xe flies around Ice in circles, “You were being mean to Tulip? Well, good! Xe deserves it because xe breaks things that aren’t xis!”

“Shut up, Bellflower! At least I’m not the one wearing flower genitalia on my head.” Tulip smirks.

“Ugh!!!” Bellflower grunts in frustration then tackles Tulip yet again. The two fairies tumble around and attack each other in a cloud of colorful fairy dust. Ice dashes over to them,

“Hey! Quit that! Stop it! Knock it off!”

Bellflower and Tulip are slapping and biting each other until Ice shoves them both away,

“That is ENOUGH!” He growls, “I need to get back to the palace by sundown so this stupid spell wears off and I need to deliver the fairy blessed water to the king! They’re all probably wondering where the hell I am right now!” Ice furrows his brows at the two bickering fairies. Bellflower and Tulip both stop fighting and listen to the elf. They both turn to look at each other. Bellflower is awestruck,

“Palace?! Wow… I didn’t know I was in the presence of… royalty.” His eyelids hood and a smirk curls upon his plump lips as he approaches Ice. Tulip rolls his eyes,

“Oh boy…”

“So… the palace, huh? I hear the king is absolutely loaded with jewels and gold from every corner of the land.”

“O-oh, actually I-”

“Tell you what, I’ll help you get back to the palace before sundown if you promise me some jewelry from your king.” Bellflower looks Tulip up and down with a sneer, “That way, I guess I could let go of this little grudge and I might forgive this little twerp for destroying something precious to me.”

“Oh for the love of- it was a piece of TRASH, Bellflower!” Tulip yells at xem.

“You’re a piece of trash, Tulip!” Bellflower yells back.

“Guys! Enough! Seriously. I’m going to need all the help I can get anyway…” Ice jogs back over to Cream, “Okay, now we just need to get back on my horse and get out of this damn forest.”

“Oh! Oh! Do you need help?” Bellflower clasps his hands together and grins, “I can carry you!” Tulip shakes his head and rolls his eyes with a sigh. Bellflower hovers over to Ice and wraps his arms around the back of him with a dreamy sigh. Quite suddenly, both Ice and Bellflower fly up into the sky and land on Cream’s back, next to the satchel. Tulip follows them and sits criss-cross on the saddle.

Bellflower bats his eyes at Ice,

“So? How are you enjoying being this size, elf boy?”

“I’m not exactly enjoying any of it, to tell you the truth.” Ice dusts himself off, “So… what exactly is the deal with you two anyway?” 

“Hmph!” Bellflower flips xis purple hair behind xis shoulder, “We used to be friends. I showed Tulip my latest collection of treasures I took from the elves. He saw one of my most favoritest and prettiest items yet, then he started playing with it! Before I knew it, it snapped in half!” Bellflower pouts.

“It was a hunk of junk, Bel!” Tulip points at xem, “I told you that it was nothing more than a flimsy little piece of scrap metal!”

“You don’t get it, Tip! You wouldn’t understand what it’s like to have something special to you.” Bellflower hisses. Suddenly a large raindrop crashes down on Bellflower, completely soaking him from head to toe. Tulip impishly laughs at him, then a large raindrop lands on xem as well. All three of them look up at the sky. Bel gulps,

“That’s not good.” He looks at Tip, “Hey! You’re a water fairy, aren’tcha?! How about you do one of those water umbrella thingies and stop us from getting soaked?!”

“W-well-!!!” Tip frantically looks around, “I-!!! … I never learned how to do that…”

“What?!” Bel snarls at xem, then gets pelted with raindrops, “Aaaaugh!!!” All three of them try to cover themselves from the heavy rain. 

Bel flies up and pulls Cream by two locks of mane to navigate him in a certain direction, “We have to get out of here NOW.” Cream whinnies then gallops away while Ice and Tip hold onto each other. Bel scans the ground, narrowing his eyes, suddenly he pulls Cream’s locks of mane to bring him to a stop. Cream skids to a halt, his hooves scraping the ground, causing mud to mound up. 

“C’mon, everyone get inside!” Bellflower tries to use his wings, but the rain is too much, “Augh!” Tulip pulls Ice’s arm, rushing to the top of Cream’s head, 

“Icy, we’re going to have to jump. We can’t fly because our wings can’t withstand the rain.”

“What?! Why can’t you guys just give me more of that fairy dust so I can float down?! I-I could carry you both to the ground!” Ice gulps, very afraid of heights.

“That… that’s a great idea!” Tulip says, patting xis wings for more fairy dust. Bellflower watches the two of them interact, feeling left out and bitter. He makes his way over to them and pats his wings as well to add fairy dust onto Ice. 

“I have it taken care of, Bellflower.” Tip sneers at him.

“Well, maybe he needs more of it!” Bel hisses. Ice takes the other two gentlemen by the waist, startling them a bit and making them blush. They both look up at Ice, who looks determined to get them all out of the violent rain. Ice inhales,

“Ready?”

The other two nod. 

“Here we… GOOOOO!!!” Ice jumps off of Cream, floating for a split second, then falling to the ground. They all scream and hold onto each other. Ice does everything he can to stay in the air! Finally, they slow down and gently land on the ground. Ice tries to catch his breath. Tulip is clinging to him, xis arms and legs wrapped around him. Bellflower is dreamily holding onto Ice with their head on his chest. Bel blinks a few times then gasps and points at their door,

“Get inside! Quick!” 

“You live in a tree?” Ice asks. Bel opens the door on the stump of the tree,

“Yeah?! So?! Get inside!” The three of them rush inside as Bel closes the door. The three gentlemen stumble inside and try to catch their breath. Bellflower fumbles around looking for a lantern to light. Finally, he finds a little lantern to set ablaze, setting off a chain reaction so the entire house is lit up with beautiful twinkling little lights. 

To be continued… (I lost steam writing this fic, but I’ll edit and reblog it once I finish it!)

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I’m not sure how to put in Danny’s family Knowing And Accepting in the same fic as Redeemed Vlad bc I can’t imagine him dropping his obsession with Maddie (which is really a misplaced obsession with having a family and belonging somewhere and not being alone) without her freaking out and attacking Danny for being Phantom

Jack is too dense to ever realize Vlads resentment by himself. Maybe Maddie finally puts her foot down about the flirting and asks ‘how could you even try to do that to Jack, your best friend!?’ at which point he explodes about Jack abandoning him after the accident while he suffered in the hospital and Maddie would have never abandoned him as well if it weren’t for Jack. And then Maddie slaps him. “We tried, for months, to see you, but the hospital wouldn’t let us. And then when you finally got out, you shut yourself away! You think you’re echo-acne is what ruined your social life? We were, all three of us, social outcasts because of our interest in ghosts! You didn’t HAVE a social life outside of us, and then you refused to speak to either Jack or me for YEARS! Because of some accident!”

“An accident that HE CAUSED!!!!”

“I CAUSED IT!”

Silence. Vlad is shocked. “What?”

“I don’t know how you remember how things went down, but it’s obviously wrong. I accidentally spilled soda in the machine. Maybe that’s why you think Jack did it, it certainly sounds like something he would do. But we were in college, we were still kids who thought we were invincible, and I was careless. I’m sorry you got hurt and it affected you this much, I really am. But it was an accident and does not give you the excuse to flirt with your friends wife behind his back!”

Vlad is speechless. Maddie walks away.

Vlad has some things to think about… and now I can have redeemed Vlad in the same fic as accepting Fenton parents. I love thinking things out like this tumblr thanks y’all.

Things chill out for a while and the when Danny reveals himself to his parents they try to keep it secret from Vlad because his of previous (but recently changing) stance on ecto laws and whatnot but Danny is like “oh yeah Vlad knows I’m Phantom don’t worry about it”. Then the parents are like ‘why does Vlad know???’ But Danny isn’t about to spill the beans on Vlad being a halfa. But things continue being weird and awkward until finally Vlad tells them he’s Plasmius… at which point the Fenton parents are furious at him for fighting their boy and Danny has to step in to protect Vlad bc “he’s actually been chill lately and apologizing and stuff it’s weird” and Vlad says “actually Maddie had an enlightening talk with me” and things can finally start being cool

[trulyinspiringmovies]

Don’t Worry Darling

“Don’t Worry Darling” was a movie I was initially excited about, but then the drama and bad reviews ruined my excitement, and I ended up putting off this movie for months.

Alice Chambers is a housewife who is in an extremely loving relationship with her husband, Jack. Everything seems to be perfect until one day, one of the neighborhood wives, Margret, starts going down the deep end. She becomes an outcast for going out into the desert they were forbidden to go to with her son, resulting in her losing her son. Now Alice is starting to see the cracks in her reality and thinks Jack’s boss, Frank, has something to do with it.

When I first saw this trailer, I instantly wanted to watch it. Florence Pugh is great in everything she’s in. Harry Style was surprisingly good in “Dunkirk” and I was looking forward to seeing his potentially budding career in Hollywood. Gemma Chan and Chris Pine are also actors who I know from high-quality works, so this was shaping up to be a movie filled with powerful performances. I also love the idea of an idyllic 1950s suburbia hiding something sinister under the surface. After watching the trailer for the first time, my mind was racing about all the different reasons why the strange happenings were going on in the movie. Maybe the husbands were working on some Manhattan Project-level machine that was changing the fabric of reality. During the lead-up to the movie, I couldn’t escape the behind-the-scenes drama of this movie. I was scared that it would negatively impact this movie. Then the reviews started pouring in and it was clear that this movie was a flop. This was enough for me to lose interest in it entirely and catch it if it was ever convenient for me. After watching the movie, I can say that the reviews were right. The majority of the movie had nothing for me to latch onto. I knew something was off about the world, but a majority of this movie kept reiterating that something was off about the world. It doesn’t do what other great mystery movies do and slowly peel back the layers for an eventual answer. Instead, the movie seemed content with just leaving the layers alone and then unenthusiastically ripping off all the layers at once. What was left was uninspired, to say the least. The big twist is contrived and also not thought out at all. It left me with more questions than answers, and definitely not in a good way. The questions are more about how the ending wouldn’t make sense for a myriad of reasons within the context that was given. Then, all the aspects that were never given any context just seem to be planted to make the movie more enigmatic. It sucks too since I was loving the 1950s aesthetics and the score. They would’ve been iconic supplementary parts of the film if the story was actually good. It also sucks because Florence Pugh was giving it her all with her performance. She’s carrying the movie on her back and if it weren’t for her, this movie would easily be two stars from me. After watching the movie, I found out that Olivia Wilde made “Booksmart” which was a movie I enjoyed quite a lot. Maybe she’s better off sticking to comedy for the time being because mystery thrillers are definitely not her strong suit.

★★★

Watched on January 1st, 2023

[ladybird2094]

Spring break

Warnings: 18+, minors dni. Smut. Oral (both female and male receiving), unprotected sex. Mentions of cuffs. Reader is plus sized.

Summary: it’s the day before spring break, and the Hellfire club needs someone to take Lucas’ place.

Word count: 2.1k

It was the last day of school before spring break started, needless to say you were looking forward to having a whole week for yourself where you didn’t have to worry about the stupid kids in this school.

Hawkins High never treated you kindly, this was your second time going through senior year and everyone decided you were ruled an outcast just for that. If they only knew why you had to re-do the year…

You were sitting alone in the cafeteria when you saw Eddie in the table across from you walking around and making fun of the popular kids, they just rolled their eyes. Some flipped him off and others just called him a freak, but you smiled. You knew Eddie for a while, you both had the same classes and were sometimes partnered up to do a class project together. He was always nice to you, and he never judged you or made you feel uncomfortable. It was inevitable for you not to fall for someone like him, he was everything you had dreamed of and more.

“Hey doll, what are you doing all alone here? You know you’re always welcome to sit with us.” His voice was smooth, and he was wearing his most flattering smile on his face when he spoke to you. You bit your lower lip, you never knew if he liked you or if he was just overly nice to you.

“I don’t think I want to be called a spawn of Satan today Eds” you joked and played with the straw of your juice box as you saw him sitting next to you. “No offense, but I’m trying to maintain my ‘lonely outcast’ act until the end of the school year.”

He let out a chuckle and you could’ve sworn you would be drooling if it weren’t for your self control. “We could be outcasts together, doll, just imagine how fun it would be. The ‘ex-popular girl’ hanging out with the freaky D&D club, now also called Satan worshippers. Your old friends would go wild.” You rolled your eyes teasingly and pushed him away gently. He laughed again and stood up. “Anyway, I came here to ask you a very important favor, one of the guys can’t come to our campaign tonight and we need a person to fill his space, could you possibly do it? Please?” He held his hands together and gave you the cutest puppy dog eyes ever. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I know you know how to play.”

“Sure, I don’t have anything to do and it’ll definitely be more entertaining than being stuck having to watch the basketball game.”

He jumped in excitement and kissed your forehead. “You’re a lifesaver y/n, I’ll see you after school!” And with that he ran to his table again, leaving you with your cheeks burning up.

It was 4pm when you knocked on the classroom door that the Hellfire club used for their campaigns. Everyone was already there, Eddie was on his throne, flipping through pages of his notebook, he looked up at you once he heard the knock and smiled. “Y/n! Welcome to Hellfire, please sit so we can start.”

The game went on for two hours, and it was the most fun you ever had. It was reaching its end with only your character alive against Vecna. You shook the dice against your palms and threw it to the table, you closed your eyes nervously not wanting to know what the result was. Seconds passed and you heard everyone yelling and cheering, you opened your eyes to see that you had defeated Vecna. You jumped and laughed as everyone congratulated you, Eddie stood up from his seat smiling and clapped. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is why we play Dungeons and Dragons.”

Ten minutes had passed and everyone had left except you and Eddie, you were packing your things into your backpack when you felt a little tap on your shoulder. “Hey y/n? Do you want to maybe… go back to my place and watch a movie?”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach in anticipation and nodded, trying to act as normal as you could.

The drive over to where he lived was short, you already knew the place, you’d gone to buy some weed at his house before. But this time it was different, he invited you. He opened the door to his trailer and let you in first, the place smelled like tobacco and incense, probably to cancel out the funky weed scent. He guided you to his room with his hand pressed on your back, “sorry for the mess, the maid took the week off” you giggled and sat on the edge of his bed. You looked around as he tried his best to clean up a bit, there were posters of his favorite metal bands, a stereo, and his red electric guitar was hanging on the wall, a pair of cuffs and a long chain caught your attention, Eddie noticed where you were looking at and his cheeks turned red.

“That’s- that’s just for decoration! Don’t worry about it.” He mumbled and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Anyway… wanna smoke?”

You were both on the bed, high off your asses and laughing about the most random things, your black skirt had ridden up a lot, leaving your naked thighs on sight for Eddie to see, you weren’t doing it on purpose, but the man next to you was hypnotized by how your soft skin looked under the dim bedroom lights.

He got closer to you, grabbing your chin softly and making you look up at him.

“I like you a lot, doll. It’s driving me insane.” He whispered, his lips barely touching yours. Your mouth opened in surprise and you froze, was this really happening?

Before you could say anything he glued his lips to yours in a soft kiss, his other hand hugged your waist, pulling you closer to him. You gasped and closed your eyes, kissing him back and sinking one of your hands into his curls. Your heartbeat was out of control, this felt surreal, were you dreaming all of this? Eddie took you out of your thoughts as his hand slowly went to your thighs and squeezed them firmly, you let out a soft moan against his lips and he smiled, proud of himself.

“I need you baby, say the word and I’m all yours.” He kissed and licked your neck, waiting for you to respond, but it was impossible for you to form a sentence when the guy of your dreams was already making you feel good without trying. He slapped your inner thigh and you whimpered as you looked at him, his brown eyes almost black and his smile wasn’t sweet like before, he looked like he was ready to devour you. “I need you to talk to me, angel. Tell me what you want.”

“You, Eds. I want you.” You whispered and kissed him, this time it was sloppier, needier than the last one. He tugged on your shirt, you lifted your arms and helped him with getting you naked, he groaned as he saw your breasts and started kissing and biting your skin, leaving a small trail of marks on your chest. Your back was arched as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples, he took his time with each, pinching and rolling his fingers against the one he wasn’t sucking. His mouth got lower and lower, and he planted sweet kisses on your squishy stomach.

“You’re beautiful.” He chanted over and over as he lowered himself on top of your clothed core, there was already a small wet spot in the middle of your panties and he bit his lip. “Is all of this for me?” He asked teasingly and you nodded frantically, feeling his hot breath against your thighs. He planted some kisses in your tender skin and left a few hickeys on them too, you squirm underneath him, needing to feel his touch desperately. “Such a messy girl, I’ll take care of cleaning you up, princess.” He ripped your panties and skirt off and took a minute to look at your naked body lying on his bed, your breaths were short and your eyes were closed. You looked gorgeous, ethereal, he promised himself he’d be the only one looking at you like this from now on.

His thumb pressed lightly against your clit, earning a pathetic moan from your lips, you were desperate. He chuckled and finally lowered his tongue against your folds, you heard him moan against your cunt, the vibrations of his voice shaking against your body. His tongue felt like heaven, lapping up your juices and licking your clit until he left you shaking. He teased you over and over again, and you were convinced he was trying to make you go crazy. Tears were rolling down your cheeks and your lower lip was bleeding a bit from all the biting, your legs were shaking and you could’ve sworn he laughed at you a couple of times. He slowly pressed a finger against your entrance, you gasped once he was knuckle deep inside of you, his tongue kept abusing your clit and you felt like you were going to explode in any minute. “Eds… baby, g-gonna cum, please.” You tried forming a sentence, but the pleasure was clouding all your senses. He added another finger and started moving them inside you, stretching you out and trying to find your soft spot. His tongue moved quicker and he sucked your clit a couple of times, driving you even crazier than before. Once his fingers found your sensitive spot it was over for you, you came so hard you thought you would pass out. He took his fingers out and fucked you with his tongue, cleaning you up and swallowing everything you had to give him. You pushed his head away when he kept going, you were overstimulated and he was enjoying every second of it.

He lied next to you and kissed your forehead, a big smile on his lips. “You did so good for me, baby.” You smiled and kissed his cheek as you sat on his lap, grinding your hips against his. “Baby, we don’t have to-“

“I want to, let me make you feel good.” You unbuckled his jeans and with his help you took them off along with his boxers, you nearly drooled at the sight of his erection, his tip red and filled with precum, one of the veins popping out along his dick. You dropped to your knees and spit on your hand, wrapping it around him and stroking it slowly. His head rolled back and he moaned softly, his voice turning you on more than you were already. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked lightly, his hand immediately gripping your hair as he gasped. You took him in, slowly at first, feeling the tip hit in the back of your throat. You closed your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down, every time quicker than the last, his moans got louder, and his grip on your hair tightened.

“Baby, baby, don’t wanna cum in your mouth, not yet. C’mere.” He pushed you against the bed and got in between your legs, his cock rubbing your clit teasingly. You bucked your hips against him impaitently and he smiled, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Whatever my girl wants.” He pushed himself inside of you, the both of you gasping as he fully stretched you out. He stayed still for a bit, not wanting to move until you were comfortable. A whimper escaped your lips when he pulled out and thrusted inside of you, all the air getting knocked out of your lungs. His thrusts got harder, and his grip against your waist grew tighter, you were definitely gonna have bruises there by tomorrow. Your eyes rolled back as he found your sensitive spot and abused it with each and every thrust, his thumb traced circles against your clit, bringing you to the edge again. “C’mon baby, cum all over my cock. Be a good girl and make a mess on me.” You arched your back and moaned his name as your second orgasm washed over your body, you could’ve sworn you saw stars as his thrusts became sloppier. He kissed your neck and moaned against your skin as you felt his cum filling you up.

His eyes were shut tightly as he got out of you and lied next to you in the bed, pulling you in for a hug. He peppered kisses all over your face and you giggled as he kissed your lips again.

“That was…”

“Amazing.” He replied, caressing your cheek. “And the fun hasn’t even started yet.” He smiled cockily and squeezed your ass.

“I was wondering when you were gonna use those cuffs.”

This was going to be an interesting spring break.

[mrsharrington83]

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Confessions. 

Summary; Reader is secretly in love with Steve and gets scared when he gets pulled down to the upside down. All of her feelings and the current circumstances has Y/N confessing her love.  (Thank you for all the requests, I’m loving writing them for you guys ^_^)

A simple life. You wished for a simple life. You had anything but. 

Hawkins was cursed, or maybe it was just your outcast group of friends that were cursed. You’d been through enough in your short life, but things were only getting worse.

With the threat of Vecna around, not knowing if you or your friends would see another day, something had to be done. 

So here you all were again, searching for clues. Yourself, Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie all on a boat in the middle of Lovers Lake, ready for one of you to take the plunge to see if there was an opening to the Upside Down. 

To say you were terrified was an understatement. Usual people around your age would be getting themselves dolled up to go see a movie with their boyfriends, feeling giddy, getting told off by parents when they missed curfew by a few minutes. You however weren’t getting dolled up and you didn’t have a boyfriend, instead you were pining for your best friend, Steve. He didn’t know that of course. Other people had caught on. Eddie, Robin and Dustin specifically. 

They were forever nudging you, telling you to tell him how you felt. It was so blatantly obvious to them. How you cared and laughed a little too hard when he told a stupid joke no one else found funny. How you’d push Dustin’s shoulder a little when he made fun of Steve, even in a light matter. You really had to stop doing that as Dustin would look at you with a knowing glance. 

You’d sit in his house alone with him, in his room as you watched rentals like no tomorrow after work as you, Steve and Robin worked together, 

“Grease again?, really Y/N?” Steve shot you a look as he stood against the doorframe of his bedroom with a smile over his face, rubbing his damp hair with a towel after a shower. 

“Oh come on. You love it!” You patted the bed next to you, “come on Steveeee.” You batted your eyelashes at him, pursing your lips,

“Okay, okay. Only if I’m Danny and you’re Sandy, deal?” He chucked the towel to the side of his room making a mental note to sort it out at a later time,

“Deal!” You grinned ear to ear as he joined you on the bed and stretched out with his head against the headboard,

“Sandyyyyy.” He mocked Danny’s voice as he looked at you. 

You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you and Steve had. You were best friends and you had been for a long time. You didn’t want to jeopardise that. You didn’t want things to become unsettled and awkward, you liked things how they were, or so you thought as Steve jumped from the boat to search the lake before anyone could say otherwise. 

Your heart thumping in your chest every second you couldn’t see him, your eyes trained on the lake like you were under some trance, your skin feeling clammy. You could feel eyes staring into the back of your head the whole time, 

“He’ll be okay, Y/N. He’s a good swimmer.” Nancy had spoke up. You knew he was a good swimmer. You’d seen him countless times, but that didn’t stop your worry. This was a bit different than being a certified lifeguard and a co captain on a swim team. 

Maybe the whole group knew your feelings for him. The only person that didn’t was Steve himself. The flutter in your sigh was evident, your nervousness obvious, “I know, Nance. It’s just-“

“I know.” She smiled and looked down at her watch, “three minutes.” You ran your hand harshly through your hair as you unzipped your bright blue jacket that stood out like a sore thumb, it was quite an ugly thing, but it was warm and comforting. You needed that at a time like this,

“What are you doing?” Robin cut in as she watched you,

“Going in after him.” Just as you were about to dive in yourself, Steve resurfaced filling his lungs with air again. You sat back down, your jacket now discarded on one of the small benches of the boat,

“I found it. It’s there. I saw it.” Steve breathed some more, filling his starved lungs with air, Robin fiddled around with the radio to let Dustin know Steve had found it, something going in your favour for once. “It’s pretty darn big.” 

He was about to pull himself back up onto the boat before he was pulled down by something. Something sinister,

“Steve!” 

“Y/N, NO!” Robin screamed out. 

You wasted no time in diving in after him. Taking a deep breath you plunged into the unknown. You could hardly see Steve, the murky water stinging your eyes, everything blurry and and hard to see. The red glow of the upside down illuminating your vision. Your lungs starved of oxygen, you’d not held your breath this long for quite some time. One last kick of your legs and you were in the upside down. 

Steve was struggling against demobats, chunks of flesh being ripped out of his side. Picking up the nearest thing you could call a weapon, in this case it was your shoe. With a strong enough thump, it would stun the bats long enough to grab their tails, slam them to the floor and stomp on them with your other shoe, leaving them dead. 

Robin, Nancy and Eddie followed shortly after with oars from the boat which was a much more effective way in defeating these monsters. When the coast was clear, Nancy screamed to get in the woods. Helping Steve, you rushed into the woods without a second thought, leaving behind the carnage you’d just made. 

“What the FUCK was that!” Eddie threw his hands up, “what the FUCK is this!” You knew it was a lot to process in such a short amount of time, but that was it. You didn’t have time to process these things, you just had to get on with it. You couldn’t help but feel for the poor guy though. As if being framed for these teenagers deaths wasn’t enough, the fact the thing that was killing these people was a monster from an alternate dimension was hard to digest. No one would believe that shit. 

Steve leaned against a rock as he lost his balance, “Steve!” You called out and went to his side once more as the others looked on, trying to figure out where to go and what to do next. 

“I’m ok, I’m ok. I just need a minute.” He slouched against the rock as you started ripping at your clothes,

“You’re losing too much blood. Here.” He put his arms up and nodded, “I’m sorry for how much this is going to hurt,” you winced at the sound of his own pain as you tightened the fabric around his abdomen, hoping it would slow the bleeding and keep the already nasty looking wounds from getting infected, “you really need to stop doing this,” Steve looked at you as you stood up,

“I’ve only been bitten by demobats the once, I won’t be making a habit out of it. Don’t you worry.” He smiled at you, tucking a strand of your damp hair behind your ear,

“I’m being serious, stop joking and stop trying to be the fucking hero all the time.” You sighed heavily, feeling defeated. You didn’t know where it was coming from, your pent up frustration, your feelings for Steve, the constant worry, it was all coming to a boil. This really wasn’t the place, but you couldn’t stop yourself from saying how you felt. “You could have died back there, and then what. What would I have done, hmm? What the fuck would I have done Steve? I care about you so much and it just keeps building and building and I feel like I’m about to explode!” Your arms were flailing around as you were explaining. The others awkwardly standing around and discussing their next move in a whisper between each other, 

“Y/N I- I had to do that, for the group. I’m the strongest swimmer. We just have to knuckle down and get shit done, yes it’s dangerous, but-“ 

“No Steve! Stop, please! Let’s just go. Yeah?” You sighed and walked off to the others. Your mood dropping as you kept an eye on the floor, trying to avoid the black vines. Just in case they tried to grab you. Nancy filled you and Steve in of where you were headed and what for, “guns?” You nodded, “sounds like a plan.” 

The whole way to Nancy’s house, you were quiet. Getting shit done as Steve had expressed. Robin and Nancy were in front talking about something you didn’t hear, you were behind them and Steve and Eddie were taking up the rear. You didn’t turn back as you didn’t want to be met by his gaze, his beautiful eyes that were so easy to get lost in, you carried on, stuck in your own whirlwind of a mind. 

“Y/N, right there, she didn’t waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in.” Eddie was talking to Steve in a whisper almost, so no one could hear, “now. I don’t know what’s happened or what is happening between you two, but if I were you, I would talk to her about your feelings Steve. I know you like her, and that. Was as unambiguous sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.” Steve watched you walking away with the other two as they continued. 

Steve had loved you for a long time, real, true love. Your smile alone would make his heart burst. When you walked into a room you would light it up. You could comfort him like no other person. He always wanted to be around you, in this whole fucked up world, he was glad you were by his side. “Talk to her, Steve. You might not get another chance.” Eddie was right. You were all stuck in the Upside Down. What’s to say you wouldn’t all die here. 

Steve and Eddie caught up with the rest of the group as he went to talk to the girls, asking them how long it would take and usual Eddie things. Steve stayed by you, making your heart jump in your chest. The effect he had on you was shocking, “what’s wrong, Y/N? You’ve been quiet ever since that altercation back there.” He pressed on, 

“I’m getting shit done, just like you said.” He wanted to grab your hand, pull you to the side just for a minute so he could talk to you, but he couldn’t, 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He was concerned. Of course he was concerned. Despite the place you were right now, and the trouble you’d all been in previously, you were one of the most positive people he knew. You had to be positive in times like this or you would falter and cave,

“Can you just shut up. Please!” You snapped at Steve, your expression softening when he looked shocked. “I’m sorry. This is just, a lot.” Steve understood. Of course he did.

“Look, Y/N. What happened back there, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.” He brushed his hand with yours, making you stop in your tracks. The sudden touch making your hand tingle. 

“It’s okay, Steve. I just really care about you.” He smiled at you, resisting the urge to kiss you right then and there, 

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” You sighed. If there was a tree next to you, you would probably smash your head against it. He was not going to stop, 

“I can’t lose you Steve,” you mumbled, “I love you.” 

“You love me?” He was shocked, you were waiting to be let down nicely as Steve would never purposely hurt your feelings. 

“Yes. I am in love with you.” You looked to the floor as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to his person, ignoring the nagging pain in his side,

“I love you too, Y/N. I’ve been wanting to tell you forever, but it was never the right time.” He nuzzled into the side of your neck. The others were probably at Nancy’s by now.

“And this is the right time? Stuck in an alternate dimension fighting for our lives?” You pulled away from Steve as you both carried on walking, his hand dancing over yours as you took it. Locking your fingers together, 

“A right time as any I suppose. We aren’t exactly normal.” He sniggered and knocked his shoulder with yours. 

It wasn’t the right place or the right time, but he was right. You’d told him how you felt and the feelings were mutual. You wondered if the group had known about his own feelings for you. Both of you dancing around each other like a loved up pair of twits. You had Steve and he had you and you both had all of your friends. Maybe your life would be simple after this. Maybe you would be getting dolled up to see a movie with your boyfriend sooner than you thought. 

[storiesforallfandoms]

small world ~ corpse husband

word count: 2053

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Corpse x fem reader where reader an corpse are both streamers and they meet each other for the first time and realize they used to know each other as kids? I know Corpse has said that he didn’t have many friends when he was younger so maybe have it where reader was someone that was really nice to him? Sorry for the long request and thank you if you do it! 😊🖤”

description: he never would’ve thought that the new addition to their friend group would be someone from his past

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Hey Corpse,” Karl said. Corpse hummed in response, focused on the drawing he was doing for their Jackbox game. “(Y/N) is also from San Diego. Do you know her?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Karl, San Diego is pretty big. We’re not bound to know one another. Besides, just because he lives here doesn’t mean he grew up here.”

“I did grow up in San Diego actually,” Corpse said. “I don’t think we would’ve known each other though. Even if we happened to be in the same area, I didn’t talk to many people and I dropped out in the seventh grade.”

“I was, regrettably, popular in school,” (Y/N) added.

“Regrettably?” Karl asked.

“Yeah. Looking back, I hated being popular. I hated it when I was popular even. My friends were mega jerks and made fun of everyone, even me sometimes. I would try and make them be nice but they just let the popularity go to their heads. I haven’t spoken to any of them since we graduated. There was this sort of outcast in middle school I used to have a crush on. I tried to be friends with him, but he preferred to keep to himself. I always wished I had been friends with him because I feel like I would’ve been so much happier. I never saw him again either. I wonder whatever happened to him.”

Something about her story triggered a memory in Corpse. The year before he dropped out, there was a girl in is class who was always nice to him and tried to talk to him. He brushed it off as another way he was being made fun of. When it kept up, though, he realized she was likely being genuine. He still kept his distance, but he found himself gaining some feelings for her as well. When he dropped out, he never heard from her again.

I wonder where she is now, Corpse thought to himself. Man, what was her name?

Corpse accidentally gasped, drawing the attention of everyone in the Discord call.

“You good Corpse?” George asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Corpse responded. “Just uh...just realized I fucked up my idea a bit. No big deal, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The game started prompting for everyone to show what they had created. Taking the opportunity of not having to speak, Corpse went to Google (Y/N)’s YouTube channel. She had come into the game as a friend of Karl’s and Corpse hadn’t heard of her channel, but now somethings were starting to click together.

The first thing that popped up with the top Google Image for (Y/N)’s channel name. It was a beautiful girl laying in a garden of flowers with a wide smile on her face. Corpse sucked in a breath as he realized that the girl in the picture looked familiar.

“Corpse,” came Karl’s voice, snapping Corpse out of his trance. “It’s your turn.”

“Sorry,” Corpse said. “I was distracted.”

The rest of the stream Corpse felt like he was in a daze. He continued to play the games and forced out laughs when he realized someone was making a joke. Every time (Y/N) spoke, he felt his heart flutter with excitement. He couldn’t believe that after all these years he had finally been reunited with her. And what was better was that she had actually admitted to having feelings for him too!

Don’t get too excited, he thought to himself. She said she used to have a crush on you. That was a very long time ago.

He tried not to seem too eager when the stream finally ended. He waited for someone else to leave the call first before he exited out of it himself. He waited another few minutes before messaging (Y/N) directly on Discord.

hey. it was fun playing with you tonight. weird request, but can we voice call maybe? just the two of us?

Corpse didn’t expect her to respond any time soon. It was late in San Diego, like nearly 3am late. Most people were going to bed by now. She had mentioned once during the stream that she was starting to get sleepy. He figured she’d see it in the morning and either call, or just ignore the message.

To his surprise, near seconds later, she was calling him.

“Hey stranger,” she said when he answered. “Long time, no speak. You must’ve missed my voice a lot, huh?”

Corpse chuckled. “Exactly, I really did.”

“Makes sense. I do have the best voice on the internet.” She laughed this time. It sounded like such a perfect sound. “For real though, is everything alright? Why did you want to call?”

How did he even tell her? Hey, so you know that outcast you liked? It was me! Surprise!

No, he couldn’t say that. Maybe she wouldn’t even remember, or maybe she wouldn’t believe him. He had to figure out some way to bring it up.

“I kind of wanted to talk more about your popular school days,” he said, trying to keep his voice light and teasing. “It’s not every day I meet a streamer who’s in my own area code. It would be nice to get to know someone who isn’t like a five hour drive away.”

“Oh!” She seemed excited by this response. Her excitement was almost contagious. “Okay, where should I start? The shitty friends or the shallow popularity?”

Corpse chuckled. “You pick.”

She talked for nearly an hour about her high school experiences with her popular friend group. Despite how much she despised being popular, (Y/N) still spoke with a light tone in her voice. She tried to bypass a lot of the more negative details and speak only of the good experiences she went though, which was nice to hear.

Corpse nearly jumped with excitement when she began to talk about middle school unprompted.

“It really was the last good years I had in school,” she admitted. “All my friends, the ones who went on to be super popular with me, they were nice then. Annoying, but all middle schoolers are. We didn’t care about popularity or social rankings. We were just...we were just kids. We didn’t even really know the difference between ‘losers’ and ‘popular’, which was why it was so easy for me to talk to that guy that I liked at the time. My friends weren’t mocking me for having feelings for an outcast.”

“You said you never saw that guy again,” Corpse said. “Do you know what happened to him?”

She sighed heavily. “No, I don’t. He just stopped showing up before we hit high school. I thought he moved, but I knew his mom and I saw her around everywhere. I don’t even remember his name anymore to look him up. Wherever he is, though, I hope he’s doing better. Even if they weren’t sucked completely into their popularity at the time, my friends and the other kids were still awful to him.”

“I feel that,” he said. “I wasn’t exactly the most liked kid in school. Before I dropped out I didn’t even have any friends.”

“That’s awful.”

“It wasn’t too bad. I’m not really a friendly person I don’t think. I’ve worked on it since that time, but the thought of trying to maintain a social relationship still gives me anxiety from time to time. There was one girl who tried to be friends with me the year before I dropped out though. She was nice.”

“What happened to her?”

Corpse smiled to himself. She would figure it out soon, he knew she would.

“I just didn’t hear from her after I dropped out,” he responded. “I guess that’s mainly my fault. I never reached out to her or anything, but I barley knew her name. Just her first time, and she never gave me a number or anything. I couldn’t look her up online. Maybe we just weren’t destined to be together.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe you two were just right people, wrong time. Maybe you’ll cross paths again and finally have that opportunity to be friends with her again.”

“Maybe you’ll cross paths with that guy from your middle school, too.”

There was a prolonged silence. Corpse wondered if (Y/N) was starting to put the pieces together. He could barley even hear her breathe. The longer she went, the more worried he was becoming. He was about to say something when she finally spoke again.

“I made him a Valentine,” she said, her voice soft. “Special handmade one. He was the only one I gave it to. It had some really badly written, sappy poem in it. I watched him open it and...I really think he got emotional while reading it. Of course, he’d never tell anyone that.”

Corpse had gotten emotional over the Valentine (Y/N) had given him. It was the first real Valentine he had ever gotten. It wasn’t one of the generic ones that everyone gave out to every classmate so no one felt excluded. It was made from the heart, and that fact alone touched his. Like (Y/N) said, though, he didn’t let anyone know how emotional he had gotten. It would’ve just been more mental ammo for them to use to bully him.

He quickly got up from his chair, racing to his room where he had his box of memories shoved in his closet. It was little things from throughout his life that he kept in a shoebox. Whenever he felt particularly down or depressed, he would open the shoebox and look at all the things that made him smile.

At the very top of the box was (Y/N)’s Valentine.

He went back to his computer and took a picture of the Valentine using his phone.

“That sounds really nice,” he said as he went into the Discord app on his voice. “It must’ve meant a lot to him that you put so much time and effort into a handmade gift.”

“I don’t know if it did. I never got to ask him what his reaction was.”

“Oh, I’d bet anything he was happy.”

He sent the picture through Discord and waited for (Y/N) to open it. The silence between them felt deafening. The seconds felt like they had slowed to hours. He wondered what (Y/N)’s reaction would be. Maybe she’d be weirded out by the fact that Corpse kept the Valentine, or by the fact that Corpse was the middle school crush in general.

What if she’s upset that this is who I am now? he asked himself. What if her crush was just a middle school thing, and the moment you dropped out she moved on?

“I knew it.”

Corpse couldn’t help the smile on his face when he heard the slight excitement in (Y/N)’s voice.

“I knew it was you!” she continued. “Well, I didn’t know know, but when you asked me to call you I had a bit of a suspicion. I can’t believe it...it’s actually you!”

“It is me,” he confirmed. “And it’s you.”

“Small world we live in, huh?”

“Yeah, small world.” Do you still like me? Did you ever stop? Do you know that your kindness stuck with me for so long?

The silence returned. Corpse was starting to get sick of it, but he didn’t know how to fill the void between them. When he heard her yawn, he realized how late it had gotten. “I’ll let you go, you sound tired.”

“We just had this breakthrough and you’re asking me to sleep?!”

Corpse chuckled. “You have to sleep eventually, (Y/N). It’s like 3:30am, normal people sleep at this hour.”

“I am offended you would think I’m anywhere near normal.” She yawned again, cutting off her short lived rant. “But you’re right, I am tired. Listen...promise me you’ll answer when I call tomorrow. I...I’d really like to catch up. Maybe...to pick up where we left off.”

“Okay,” Corpse said, then realized that wasn’t really a response. “I promise. I’ll be waiting by the phone the moment I open my peepers.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I’ll be sure to call you the moment I open mine.”

“Goodnight (Y/N). Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Corpse underscore Husband.”

kind of a bad ending, but i wasn’t really sure where else to go with it as i wrote it. sorry! :(

[9tzuyu]

closest to me

prompt: coming out to natasha as nonbinary

note: totally meant to write this months ago, but whateverrrr. and yes, i am aware that not all nb people use they/them, this was just my own little work :p.

warnings: being scared to come out to ur sexy redhead russian of a gf :[

i’d tag but i also don’t want to somehow trigger someone :[

thank u moli for proofreading i love u to the moon and back.

. . .

you’d come out to two of your close friends, ones you knew wouldn’t judge you. they’d taken it just as expected, but that was no surprise when you’d known them your entire life. your shared opinions and thoughts were what brought you together in the first place. 

your friends immediately began using your correct pronouns, and you’d never felt more right in your life. it was refreshing to hear yourself being referred by they/them rather than she/her. their constant support made you feel normal again. after so much struggling, things were finally being put into place.

but there was one person, one very important person whom you hadn’t come out to yet, and that was your girlfriend.

natasha.

the thought of having the conversation alone with her was terrifying. granted, you knew she’d never be anything but supportive, but all the what if’s came flooding through with each attempt you made. 

your fingers trembled as you fiddled with the silver chain around your neck, a nervous habit you’d seemed to form over the years of wearing it. 

god you wanted to tell her so bad.

but as you stood in the kitchen, natasha’s hands around your waist, you began to panic all over again. the familiar fear of judgment wrapped around your throat. 

you didn’t know natasha the majority of your life like you did with friends, so you weren’t really sure what her exact opinions on different pronouns were. sure, she was part of the lgbt community, and of course she was supportive of trans people, but it still made you wonder how she’d feel about pronouns that weren’t he/him or she/her. 

“what’s on your mind, baby? i can practically hear the gears turning in your head.” 

you sighed. natasha always knew when you were lying, so you couldn’t make something up off the top of your head. she wouldn’t force you to talk either though. she’d give a push, but nothing more until you were certain you were ready — or in some cases, when she knew it was becoming too much to bear on your own. 

“just dumb stuff. i’ll get over it soon.” 

natasha nodded against your back, containing her concern for now. “you know i’m here.” she whispered, taking one of your hands away from your necklace.

“want to go downtown? we can look at some of the new shops that just opened up” 

you smiled, “sure.”

for the next few weeks, you weren’t seeming to find any relief though, and natasha picked up on it. she tried her best to make things easier for you, but none of it seemed to work. 

time and time again you reassured her that nothing was wrong, that things would clear up on their own, but another month down the road and natasha could still sense that something was eating away at you.

it’d gotten a little more obvious now. you didn’t go out as much with her when she was with her friends. the constant referral to you as something, or someone, you weren’t was a steady reminder of how outcast you’d originally felt when coming to terms with who you are. 

“she/her” felt like a slap in the face every time you heard it. the words were exhausting, damn near agonizing to hear. but day after day you tried to suck it up out of fear of being rejected by one of the very special people you loved most. 

it wasn’t until one sunday night when natasha came home to you crying in your shared bed when she’d finally had enough. her worry was through the roof and seeing you struggle so much pained her. 

she dropped her keys on the nightstand and crawled into bed behind you, securing her arms tightly around your figure. 

“talk to me. whatever it is, i want to hear about it.”

but that only made you cry harder. you couldn’t help but feel more alienated than you already felt. why were you crying over such a stupid little thing? you could already hear the false words slip from natasha’s lips.

“hey, baby. shh, shh, you’re okay.”

you turned your body to face natasha, teary eyes looking into hers. “you might hate me, or think i’m weird, or a freak, or that i’m just confused.” 

your girlfriend gently combed through your hair with her nails. “i could never think those things about you. please tell me what this is about because i have no idea and i just want to help.”

her steady hand movement rubbing your arm while the other twirled your hand between her fingertips eventually brought you to a more reasonable state. 

“you know how trans people typically go by their opposing pronouns?”

“mhm.”

“well... i don’t- i just- god this is so frustrating!” you frowned, unconsciously grasping at the chain around your neck.

“are you trying to tell me you’re trans?”

“no, no, it’s not that. well, i don’t think so, depends on who you talk to. some people like me consider themselves to be classified under the trans umbrella, but not everyone.” 

natasha hummed once more while tracing small shapes against your skin. 

“what do you think of nonbinary people? like, you know, those who don’t use she/her or he/him?” 

she shrugged, and your heart sank for a brief second before she spoke. “i don’t have a problem with it. why?”

“i don’t like being referred to as she/her. my pronouns are they/them. i’m not a man and i’m not a woman... will that ever bother you?”

a smile broke out across the redhead’s face. “doesn’t bother me one single bit. i love you for you, y/n. not for who you think you’re supposed to be.” 

relief was all you could feel. as cliche as it sounded, the weight of the world felt like it had been lifted from your shoulders. you didn’t have to worry anymore, not while natasha was around.

“is this what’s been bothering you for so long?”

you reached over and grabbed a loose red strand, it was your turn to play with her hair. “yeah. i knew you wouldn’t judge, but-”

“what if.” she confirmed and you nodded. 

“does anyone else know?”

“just my two friends i grew up with.”

“no one else?” you shook your head, looping a red curl around your finger. “nope.”

“is that why you stopped hanging out with me, tony, clint and the rest of them? because everyone referred to you as she and her?”

“yeah, felt like a punch in the stomach every time i heard it. made me feel weird, not normal i guess.” you mumbled, almost embarrassed by the confession.

natasha placed a long kiss on the top of your head, rubbing your back for extra support. “they would never judge you, i’d cut them off in a heartbeat if they did. if it helps any, i can ask how they feel about it? poke around some and let you know what they say? then when they don’t have a problem with it, which they won’t, you can come out when you’re ready, yeah?”

you nodded again, although it was slightly hesitant. “sounds good.”

“forgive me if i mess up a couple of times. i’ll try not to make a big deal out of it and just correct myself.” another kiss was delivered to your head.

“oh! last question. promise.”

“yes?”

“when im around other people and you’re not with me do you want me to use they/them? i don’t want to out you when you’re not ready.”

“i swear you’re perfect,” you giggled. “but you can use they/them both when im with you and when i’m not. just try to keep it casual? please?”

“anything for you, sweetheart.”

[violettelueur]

GOJO SATORU || BECOME A REAL COUPLE

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine (with she/her pronouns)

| word count : 2700

| published : 05 december 

| request : Hi hiiii!! I saw that your requests were open again :) I would like to order a black coffee please! a fake dating → feelings realisation where (fem) reader is from one of the big 3 clans and is pressured into finding a SO by her clan. So Gojo offers to fake date her; meeting her parents etc. Only for them both to realise that they ended up falling for each other. Would love to see how you determine the way they handle it and confess for real. Thank you!! Love all your work so far x

| barista’s notes : can i be completely honest with you? this little piece isn’t really my best ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ even though it’s only been 2 days but i already feel like my writing skills have disappeared ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but other than that, thank you so much for loving all my work ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ i really hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

“You have to get married soon Y/N! You’re 27 and we have no heir for the Kamo clan!”

“Didn’t I leave the clan 10 years ago? There is no way I’m going to listen to someone like you nor my child is forced to become a jujutsu sorcerer, and what makes this more irritating is that you came all the way to my workplace to tell me this,” you snapped back at the man in front of you, before turning around trying to walk away from the situation. However, it seemed like the old man wasn’t going to give in to the situation or to the rejection of your answer, he was stubborn - just like you were, after all, that was the only thing you inherited from that man.

“Y/N! I am your father and I demand you to listen to me!”

“Shut up!” you shouted before turning to look over your shoulder. The man that stood there pride and arrogance running through his veins - something that you didn’t inherit, fortunately. There was no way you could call this man your father. The same ‘father’ that criticized you for not having the same blood manipulation like the rest of the family - well that’s what he gets for being with a woman from a different clan that had a different curse technique that you inherited - an outcast, that was what you were within the Kamo clan, yet they still demanded you to get married and have a child to keep the lineage going. There was no way in hell you were going to follow their rules.

“What a disgusting father you are, no wonder mother left you,” you commented with a smirk before continuing to walk away to go back to where you were heading. On the other hand, it seemed like someone else wanted to disturb your plans.

“Y/N~”

                                     ꕥ

At this current moment in time, you were standing in front of one of the very few vending machines that were located within Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College wondering what you were going to choose since you were still undecided. Cold Water? Milk tea? Coffee? Maybe a carbonated fruit drink to satisfy your sweet tooth? You weren’t so sure.

“Have you put money in the machine yet honey~?” someone asked you from behind, causing you to quickly turn around to see a tall white-haired figure standing before you with a teasing smile painted upon his face.

“Satoru? Ah...no I haven’t” you muttered as you scratched your cheek with your finger, trying to occupy yourself with something to not look at him. “Let me pay for you then,” Gojo then offered as he reached over to the side, accidentally brushing his arm - causing you to tense up - before he placed some of his coins within the slot to add some currency into the machine before you could even deny his offer.

“I could pay for myself you know, and we’re alone, you don’t have to act,” you stated before sighing in defeat, as you turned back around to decide what you were going to choose once again. “I know,” Gojo commented back to you before gently placing his chin upon your shoulder, leading you to tense up once again from the physical contact before slowing relaxing, “but what type of boyfriend would be I if I didn’t treat you a little?”.

‘Well fake boyfriend Satoru’

                                        ꕥ

“Your family pressuring you again?” Satoru cheerfully asked as he walked beside you, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere from the conversation that you had with your ‘father’ just a few seconds ago.

“More like the Kamo clan than the L/N clan, get married this, get married that. Is that all I am good for? Marriage? Augh, I just need them to leave me alone, I left for a damn reason,” you ranted as you put your hands in your pockets, restraining yourself from punching something to let out some steam.

“How about I date you then?” Gojo suddenly asked, leading you to look at him with the most wide-eyed expression like he had just said something completely stupid - to which he did - but before you could even augre what he just stated, Gojo quickly began to explain what he meant by his little statement. “What I mean is let’s fake that we’re dating, we deceive everyone that we’re together and the Kamo clan will finally leave you alone once they realise that you are in a relationship with someone from the Gojo clan aka me, they can’t augre with that,”.

Still looking at your colleague with a dumbfounded expression, you turned your head to look in front of you before thinking about what he had just suggested. What Gojo stated to you was somewhat a clever idea. The Kamos family was obsessed with bloodlines and for you to be with Gojo means that they would foolishly believe they can become more powerful. Even though you didn’t physically inherit the blood manipulation curse technique, you still had in somewhere in your veins due to your father meaning they would believe they still have a chance for a powerful heir. However, that would mean you have to announce this to the clan as well as your mother’s clan - which wasn’t much of an issue for her side - it was just too much effort for a fake relationship.

“Satoru that is so much effort, you’re going to have to meet the Kamo clan then,” you commented, after realising the pros and cons of this little ordeal. “I know, but once we end this little fakery of a relationship, they don’t have to know, you don’t have to report your every move to them, remember you left,” Gojo explained back, leading to any worries that you had manifesting to instantly fade away with the wind. 

Taking one last sigh, you turned back to him and nodded. “Fine, let’s fake date Satoru,” you finally declared before taking your hand out in front of him for a handshake, leading to the powerful shaman to take hold of your hand before firmly shaking it, “okay fake-girlfriend! Leave it to me,”

                                ꕥ

Sitting in front of your dad across a table was something you never wished on your worst enemy, you hated that you were back in the four walls that you had escaped from many years ago. However, for some odd reason, when Gojo was by your side, you felt completely safe.

“Since when did this little association between the both of you come to play?” your father asked in a suspicious tone as he eyed both you and Gojo - yet, knowing how greedy your father was for power, you could tell he was delighted at the fact you were ‘together’ with the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer. 

“Ah~ We have been together since our last year at Jujutsu Tech,” Gojo explained as he turned to look at you with a cheeky smile on his face to which you smiled back at him, trying to keep up with the facade of being a fake couple. “And you didn’t inform me this Y/N?” your father then asked to which then you explained, “well, I did leave the clan a year after that, so I had the right to no inform you. After all, I’m not your daughter like you stated beforehand,” 

Angered by your sudden statement, your father immediately slammed his hand on the desk as if the statement wasn’t true at all. “I demanded you to come back, I demanded you to respect the name of the Kamo Clan and this is how you taint it,” you father roared in fury, causing Gojo to put an arm out in front of you as if he was protecting you from anything that could happen to cause you to look at him in shock.

“Technically, Y/N didn’t even taint your name, she took their mother’s, so you’re in the wrong here, don’t do something that you will regret,” Gojo sinisterly threatened the man that was in front of both on you, before taking your hand in his as a way to comfort you - surprising you once again from his actions, yet for some reason, you gripped on his hand somewhat conveying him that you were thankful for him standing up for you.

                                      ꕥ

“Ah Miss Y/N, did you come to see your mother?” a maid asked in a surprised tone, once she noticed that you came out of your designated room with you adjusting your red obi sash around your waist as your wore your family’s kimono, white was light in colour embroidered with the minimalist design of flowers and butterflies - giving you a somewhat soft feminine look, contrasting the portrayal of your character somewhat.

“You know you don’t have to put the ‘Miss’ in front of my name, and I do apologise for the sudden visit, I forgot to inform you all,” you told the maid with a gentle smile, leading to the maid to smile at you back before you then continued with, “Ah, I did come to meet my mother, but have you seen Satoru? Like a tall man with white hair, who is also wearing sunglasses,”. However, before the maid could answer your question.

“Y/N~”

Turning around, you found Gojo walking towards you with your mother by his side, causing you to freeze in shock as you didn’t expect him to go to your mother without you. “I thought we agreed to greet my mother together Satoru,” you commented as you pointed your index finger at him to emphasise your point, only for him to smile at you cheekily before scanning his eyes up and down at your new outfit. “You do look beautiful in your kimono though, is this what you wear when you come back home?” Gojo then asked, to which you nodded at his question - trying to ignore your pending blush being slowly painted in your cheeks - before you quickly greeted your mother, who was watching from the sideline.

“Good Afternoon mom, I apologise for coming to visit you so suddenly,” you said to her, to which your mother softly smiled at you before cupping your cheeks in her hands. “There is no need to apologise, I’m happy that you came back home since you are so busy back at the school, but also I’m happy that your boyfriend introduced himself to me, he is quite a different character must I say,” she commented with a light laugh, causing you to turn to him wondering what he had said to her, only for him to put up a peace sign as if that would answer your wondering thoughts. Although, before you could even vocalise your confusion, your mother linked her arms with yours before guiding you down the corridor to welcome you home.

“I can tell he really cares about you Y/N,” your mother stated, causing you to look at her with a perplexed expression to which she then smiled back at you before beckoning Gojo to follow the both of you to invite him for some sweets and tea that were being prepared.

‘If only you knew mom, if you only knew how much I care about him as well even though this isn’t real’

                                      ꕥ

“You’ve been staring at the canned latte for some time, do you want that one?” 

Suddenly, you instantly snapped out of your thoughts - not realising that you were in a daze - causing you to then immediately click on the button indicating on the mentioned drink. “Ah, sorry I was just wondering if I should go with the strong or light one,” you then answered, trying to hide the fact you were looking back on the moments that you had with Gojo.

“Are you okay?” Gojo then asked as he removed his chin from your shoulder, letting you crouch down to grab the coffee from the dispenser before collecting the coins from the other dispenser to give back to Gojo, only for him to shake his hand and say, “if you need another drink, you can use it,”

‘Is that why he put extra in?’

“Are you sure?” you quietly ask, only for the cheeky shaman to nod his head before he deciding to walk with you to wherever you were heading off too. “Like I said before, what type of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t spoil you a bit?” Gojo then asked once again, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

“You know we’re not really dating right? We are a fake couple,” you mentioned, as you opened the can of coffee to take a sip after reminding him about the little plan that the both of you came up with to avoid the whole ‘marriage’ drama from the Kamo clan.

However, you didn’t hear an answer from your friend. Only pure silence surrounded the both of you, causing you to be perplexed on why you didn’t instantly hear a sassy comment back from the shaman, leading you to pause and turn your head to the side, only to see the man look at you dead in the eyes with his crystal blue ones.

‘Since when did he?’

“What if I don’t wanna be a fake boyfriend anymore?” Gojo questioned you with an uncharacteristic serious tone, causing you to look at him in bewilderment before quickly coming to the conclusion that he was probably teasing you.

“You mean you want to end this facade? If you want we can, there is kind of no point in continuing this little act,” you replied, as you took a sip of the caffeinated drink causing you to gain a little bit of energy in a short amount of time.

“Y/N, I’m being serious, I don’t want to be your fake-boyfriend anymore, I want this to be real,” Gojo then declared, causing you to suddenly choke on the liquid in shock before letting out a coughing fit as you tried to clear your throat leading to Gojo patting your back to help you out.

“Ha?” you then expressed, not sure on how to react to his declaration as you tried to look for any deception in his eyes. “Oh you are being serious Satoru,” you then commented to which then he nodded as if he didn’t already convince you that he hadn’t already.

Quickly looking away from the man, you were trying to hide the rose hues that slowly was coming upon your face. You thought you were the only one feeling this way. You thought you were alone on this. Ever since that moment when you and Gojo met your father, you always wanted to stay by his side, you felt like you were important, you felt safe, you felt warm. 

It was like what your mother explained to you when you were young, ‘don’t make the same mistake as me Y/N, when you find someone you want to be with, make sure they make you feel safe and protect and not just the ‘butterflies in your stomach feeling’, I want you to feel loved and important, I’m so sorry for putting you through this’

“Y/N, come on say something, I’m not a nervous guy but this is something else you know,” Gojo pleaded as he wasn’t really enjoying the long silence that was going on around both you and him, only for you to suddenly grip his dark blue jacket before pulling him closer to press your face upon his chest as if you were still trying to hide but somewhat trying to express some confidence in what you were planning to do.

“Are you absolutely being serious ?” you then asked, once again asking how serious he was being.

“Absolutely serious,” Gojo then replied as he placed his large hand on the top of your head before caressing your hair, trying to comfort you from your embarrassment.

“Then I don’t wanna be your fake girlfriend anymore….please,” you then murmured as you gripped his jacket more tightly as you confessed your long time thoughts, only to suddenly feel a peck being placed on the crown of your head.

“Of course honey~ let’s become a real couple”

[maximumcheese]

223. Empathy

Rinne: “.......”

HiMERU: “—Of course. In short, we can understand you more now.”

Kohaku: “Yeah. That’s to say, Rinne-han decided to do what he thought to be absolutely right. Nah, he musta’ been too scared to do anything else.”

“Saving your beloved relative and friends even at the cost of your own life—That’s a moving tale, a beautiful, righteous, and noble thing to do.”

“It’s ‘cuz Rinne-han looks like a piece of trash, I was wonderin’ why he’d planned on doing such a saintly thing.”

“Good, I'm rather relieved to see the logic. You were afraid of doin’ the wrong thing, weren't you? Then, to be told you're wrong, and denied.”

“To think that your very birth itself was a mistake.”

Rinne: “.......”

HiMERU: “—Yes. HiMERU understands. You no longer had anyone to tell you that you were ‘correct’. And if you did, they all left.”

“To continue to hear ‘You’re a mistake’ from one’s most beloved people is…Even an angel would become sick and break.”

Kohaku: “Yeah. If you assumed you were such a mistake from the start, you got produced as a villain or a baddie, ya know?”

“If you’re in a position where you’re supposed to be right, but all you can do is do what’s considered wrong, you're gonna feel insecure 'bout it.”

“You're gonna think that you’re strange, you know? You’re a defective human being—a distorted, mistaken, malfunctioning, troubled, failure.”

“You're just a fake, pretendin’ to be human.”

Rinne: “.......”

Kohaku: “Nah, that ain’t it, it’s ‘cuz you wanted to be a human, that you tried to do what’s right. To give up your everything to protect the things you love.”

“If that was your final goal then, if you could do just one right thing, it was fine if you got called wrong in the process.”

“That’s really whatcha’ meant, ain’t it, Rinne-han?”

“It’s the same for me. If the main family walks the road of righteousness, we’re the heretics that’ll carry forth, no matter what. We’ll eliminate everythin’ that threatens the right path, even if it means gettin’ covered in mud.”

“Once in a while, I’m envious of those who walk sparklin’ down that just path but—”

“So it goes, ya know? Thinkin’ things like there’s no place for me where the sun shines—Yeah, I’ve given up on that.”

HiMERU: “I too—”

“—HiMERU is no different. He is content to be behind the scenes to keep what is right and correct.”

“Looking up at something sparkling, beautiful, and righteous in the distance, gloating inwardly that it is of my own making, and indulging in the joy of self-gratification”

“However. Once in a blue moon, it is frustratingly lonely.”

“We are a collection of outcasts.”

“That’s why, Amagi—We are able to sympathize with you, protect the same nest, fly around and play with you.”

“Yes, it was a real pleasure. The short honeymoon HiMERU had with you all was…”

“I hate to admit it, but for HiMERU it was an irreplaceable, happy time.”

Kohaku: “Ya, it’s the same for me. The outside world didn't hand me the happiness I had always dreamed of.”

“But y’all have really given us something similar and arguably more precious.”

“A place to belong, the joy of living. For your guys' sake, I cried myself to death, got angry, and got into trouble, I was worried and I suffered but—That's what made me happy.”

“It was much uglier and dirtier than I had expected, tastin’ of tears and mud, but still, it was the first sweet nectar I had ever had. I still couldn’t get enough of it.”

“So that’s exactly why. Don’t say you're quittin’ the idol business, Rinne-han. We still gotta do it together, because we dunno how to fly alone yet.”

HiMERU: “—Yes. HiMERU is fine with being alone, but as you can see, Oukawa looks lonely.”

Kohaku: “Well, I dunno ‘bout Niki-han.”

HiMERU: “Yes, I also don’t know about Shiina.”

Niki: “Eh? Well then, I’ll do that, too!”

Kohaku: “You just say that you’re gonna do that… How can you live so carefreely like that, Niki-han?”

HiMERU: “On the contrary, in HiMERU’s opinion, he’s impressed. Shiina seems to have casually moved into a blind spot where everyone else won't notice him, and has begun to eat something—”

“HiMERU also does things at his own pace, but he cannot lose to Shiina.”

Niki: “Monch, monch… While everyone’s been talkin’ forever, I’ve been downin’ my afternoon snack, but it seems I’ve been caught.”

“I get that this is the kinda air where I’ve gotta say somethin’ movin’, but it’s alright if I just swallow this first, right~?”

Rinne: “Ahaha. I feel at ease when I look at you, Niki. ♪”

Niki: “Yes? I mean, this really ain’t the situation to be lookin’ at me, you know?”

Rinne: “.......?”

Niki: “Ohhh, my god~ Even I noticed it, so why hasn’t everyone else?”

“There’s absolutely no point in talkin’ about idols just looking at other idols, but I really don’t wanna be the one to have to tell you that, you know?”

“But hey, you gotta work as least as hard as the salary you get—”

“Really, life’s a bitch.”

“♪～♪～♪”

Kohaku: (Ooh? What's up with you all of a sudden, Niki-han? For some reason, he started runnin’ around the edge of the stage, wavin’ his arms in circles......?”

(I’m guessin’ it ain’t some exercise to aid digestion?)

HiMERU: “—Hm. HiMERU and others will join you Shiina, Oukawa.”

Kohaku: “Huh? What for?”

HiMERU: “You'll understand soon enough.”

“​​～……♪”

Kohaku: “......? Well, alright. Why don’t I join ‘em, too~?”

“♪～♪～……♪”

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hello! i am here to request a tommyinnit x reader! where the reader is a smaller streamer who accidentally befriends tommy while having no idea who he is??? they only find out when they see him streaming one day and lose their fucking marbles over how many people are watching him, and proceed to blow up his phone like??? hello what the fuck???? also, they/them pronouns please!

I love this request, mainly because I can totally see Tommy doing this to someone. Befriending them and just accidentally forgetting about his online popularity just to laugh as they freak out over it. I’ve used they/them pronouns as per requested as well, hope you enjoy! :D

Hidden In Plain Sight

You were worried you weren’t going to actually make any friends in your new classes, moving to a whole new school partway through the year wasn’t exactly common practice. So, you had braced yourself for the worst, mentally prepared to eat your lunch alone in the bathrooms even if it was gross, it was better than being eyeballed by your new peers. Approaching the common area with your food now in hand, you felt your stomach start to sink deeper and deeper, yet you kept up your pace determined to not look as downtrodden as you felt.

“Hey, new girl!” You turned quickly, giving yourself a bad case of whiplash that the boy who had called your name definitely noticed. “Uh, yeah?” You raised a singular eyebrow at him, the empty seats around him beckoning you closer. “Nice twitch patch. You stream?” He asked, gesturing to the small purple and white patch you had badly sewn onto your backpack. 

You stood dumbly ahead of him, your food held tightly in your hands. “Uh, yeah. I do, I only started a few months ago though.” You grow sheepish wondering if admitting to that could just lead to you getting bullied quicker. The boy’s face suddenly lights up, “Me too! I’ve been streaming for a few years now though.” He boasts a little, obviously taking pride in his hobby. You nod along, “Cool.” A few moments of silence pass, “Are you gonna sit or what?”

The smile that graces your face leaves Tommy a little stunned, “Oh! Thanks.” You quickly sit, shoulders relaxing almost instantly. “I-It’s nothing, I’m Tommy by the way.” He holds out his hand, you warmly shake it giving him your own name with a soft blush. Partly from the embarrassment of your pointlessly spiralling thoughts and partly from how cute this boy next to you is. Tommy happily carries the conversation, cheeks a soft pink as you watch him with intrigue and interest drinking in his words with an attentiveness he wasn’t used to. Tommy listens eagerly when he asks you about your twitch channel, you shyly tell him a little about it.

You give him your channel name and he follows you, you follow back instantly Tommy speaking through the exchange partly to distract you from his profile. It works and you close the app without a second glance, happily listening to the rest of Tommy’s story without a care in the world. Tommy feels relief rush through him, he didn’t want to overwhelm you and he knew that his popularity was likely to have an impact on your friendship. He didn’t want that. He wanted someone to want to get to know him because they found him interesting not because of his following and the ‘clout’ they may receive from being his friend. You didn’t seem like the type to do that but he knew better than to assume, he’d learnt that lesson a few too many times before.

“You normally sit alone?” You breach the subject with little tact, knowing that surely, he’s a popular guy. He’s loud, extroverted and funny, there’s no way he was as much of a social outcast to be forced to sit alone. He sighs loudly, huffing air through his nose. “No! But my lame-o friends decided to join clubs this year and they meet during lunch for extra club time.” He grumbles, arms now gesturing widely around him as he articulates exaggeratedly. “But I know that they’re really just trying to suck up to the girls in the drama club.” He makes a loud gagging noise.

“So, I stay out here and study, that way I have more time to stream when I get home,” Tommy explains with a soft shrug, motioning to his binder nearby, notes scribbled in an illegible chicken scratch. “I might have to start doing that, the workload here is so much more than at my old school.” You groan, gesturing to your own binder chock-a-block with notes, textbooks and spiralled notebooks.

That’s when the two of you hear a distant ringing of bells, “Where’re you headed? I can lead you there, this place is a maze sometimes.” Tommy offers the smile soft on his face. You pull at your folder and point to your next class, “Uh, it’s-“ You begin, only for Tommy to exclaim. “We have the same class! C’mon, Miss will beat our asses if we’re late!” “Miss who!?” You look at him quizzically as Tommy quickly stands grabbing his things and motioning for you to follow. When you stand slowly and grab your things Tommy grabs your wrist, “She might excuse you for being late, but I’ve been late one too many times dude, you don’t even know.” His pace is faster than yours but his hold on your wrist is firm, forcing you to keep up with him.

Days of chatting and befriending Tommy turns to weeks and soon it’s been a few months. You had been happily keeping to yourself mid-stream, your regular viewers making light conversation with you through chat. “Oh woah, we got a raid!” You cry watching your chat, “Aw it’s from Tommy! Hey big man, thanks for the raid of- HOLY SHIT! 300,000!?” Your eyes grow to the size of saucers as you reread the notification several times before finally looking into your webcam looking like a deer in headlights. “U-Uh welcome guys! If you’re planning on sticking around please be polite in chat!” You try your best to gain control over your racing mind, heart beating rapidly against your chest.

A large number of Tommy’s viewers leave, but you try your best to entertain those that stay for another hour or so before you end stream with a significantly larger number of subs than what you started with. Your speed dialling Tommy’s number is unrivalled as you lay back in your chair, eyeing your stream set up across from you. He picks up, “Hey-“ You cut him off immediately.

“Um, so when were you going to tell me you’re some big twitch hot shot!? Or was I just supposed to find that one out for myself champ?” You hold back the urge to screech down the phone line as he laughs at you. “Hey! It just slipped my mind, okay!? A big man’s gotta lotta big things on his mind at the one time!” He cries out in futile defence, knowing you had every right to be at least a little bit furious at him for keeping this a secret.

“Wasn’t the raid fun though!?” He squawks after a couple of moments of silence, “It was… fun, but it was also the most stressed I think I’ve ever been Tommy. That’s a lot of people to just throw at someone.” You huff a little, “Sorry, I uh, I didn’t really think before doing it. I was just super excited to send them over to you, I just knew they would love you as much as I do.” He mumbles the last part of his sentence, but you hear it just fine. “Aw, I love you too Tommy.” A smile finds it’s way onto your face, “I can’t believe I’m actually considering forgiving you.” You throw a hand over your eyes, groaning. “Would a midnight trip to get some fast food accelerate the forgiveness process?”

You hum for a few moments, “Are you trying to bribe me, Tommy?” The blond stammers adorably before huffing, “Uhhh, no?” He offers, “Oh well if that’s the case, then yes.” You grin as his screeches of laughter reach your ears, your own laughter joining his within moments. “Talk later big man, got a midnight meal to plan for.” Tommy groans, “Oh no! You’re gonna spend all my money!” You scoff, “I’m sorry mister millionaire! You’re my walking talking money bags now, get used to it!” You giggle along with Tommy’s chuckles, his voice relaxed. Tommy knew his assumption was right, even on the first day he met you. He knew you were a good person, a good person for him. There’s no one he would rather spend his time and money on.

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Being Regulus Black’s Younger Sister (Version 1 - Slytherin) • Headcanon

Warnings: body insecurity and eating mention, forced eating restrictions, canon child abuse and neglect by Walburga Black, Barty Crouch Jr makes an appearance

Request: Hey maybe you could do a regulus x younger sister headcanons or fix really whatever you want to do 💖 — @nicole198205

A.N: I honestly loved writing Black sister reader...this was so fun and if you liked it too and want like a real blurb or something based on any of these bullet points, you should request it. Hope you all enjoy and I love you all ❤️

Being the only girl in 12 Grimmauld Place means that you got treated differently than your brothers

Not nicer, by any means

Different in a way that meant your mother was constantly fussing over your appearance and making sure you acted “ladylike”

When you were little it was nice

You got to spend alone time with your mother in your room, she would brush your hair and pick out frilly and elegant dresses

Sure, sometimes she would purposefully tug a little too hard on your hair causing you to yelp, but it wasn’t a big deal

Eventually, though, your mother got rougher, these mother-daughter times turning into torturous hours where she’d make snippy comments about your weight and how you should appear to certain men

You weren’t even ten years old and she was already arranging your marriage to a man that, according to the Black Family Tapestry in the Drawing Room, was a distant relative

Sure she bought you dresses, and heels, and jewels, but they weren’t for you to enjoy and it wasn’t out of love or kindness

She needed you perfect for marriage

You always ran to Regulus’ room for comfort and he was always happy to listen to you vent

“If Bella, and Cissy, and Andy can deal with it, (Y/n), so can you. You’re just as strong as they are.”

You were always closer to Regulus, maybe because he was closer to you in age or because he wasn’t as rough or brash as Sirius

While Sirius taught you curse words, Regulus taught you prose and poetry

When Sirius went off to Hogwarts, the two of you got even closer

Your mother got worse when she found out that her eldest son was sorted into Gryffindor

She had a fit that day, one that consisted of her throwing pots and pans at the walls, shattering ancient artifacts, and tearing at her own hair

You and Regulus, frightened little children, hid in his closet waiting for your father to come home to calm her down

The two of you clutched each other tight, not daring to even make a noise, scared that you might be the next thing she breaks

You and Regulus weren’t allowed to say your brother’s name and all letters were snatched away and thrown into the fireplace

He was even banned from coming home for Christmas break

The two of you were dragged to even more family gatherings and balls

You particularly were forced to split your time between hanging out and learning from the other girls and presenting yourself to the boys

At night, you would sneak into your brother’s room, seeking comfort

You would talk about Sirius and how you can’t wait to get to Hogwarts

“Hogwarts’ll be different, (Y/n). No more screaming and family obligations...” He would smile, listening to a rogue sneakoscope whir in a drawer

“You’re forgetting something, Reg.” You’d sigh. “I’ll have to be on my own for a whole year before I can join you guys.”

“Well maybe mother will let you read my letters, and I can sneak in some of what Sirius wants to tell you.”

Sirius was different when he came back home for the summer

He wasn’t afraid to push your mother’s buttons a bit harder and he certainly wasn’t afraid to run his mouth a bit more

Sirius talked like the outside world like it was the best thing ever

And while you were curious about Hogwarts and the many different sorts of people that attended, your mother made it pretty clear pretty quick that even associating yourself with your older brother was worthy of some sort of punishment

And as much as you loved Sirius, you loved playing it safe even more

You didn’t outright ignore him, you did talk to him about Bella’s new boyfriend and the new quill your father bought you

But more often than not, you were with Regulus, enjoying the time you had left together

The night before Regulus had to leave for Hogwarts, you came crying into his room

“Don’t cry, sœur, it’ll be quite alright.” He would whisper in your ear, rocking you back and forth in his arm (sœur is sister in French)

But your etiquette lessons got harder and your mother got stricter, trying to make you a Perfect Slytherin Princess

Your mother was overjoyed when she got a letter saying how Regulus was sorted into Slytherin

She gave you a glass of wine (“Because that’s what ladies drink, (Y/n)!”) and told you that Regulus was a perfect role model

Regulus sent letters every week, detailing his classes and the people in his year

He made fast friends with a Bartimus Crouch Jr

He told you how Sirius would barely talk to him in the corridors ever since the sorting

Regulus would say a quick hello and Sirius would always reply, but the older brother never went out of his way to leave his friend group for a chat

Regulus would write paragraphs about why this could be before settling on the fact that it’s because of the house difference

Sirius only sent a few letters home and each time they were burnt to ash in front of you

So Regulus was your only outlet

You would tell him about how mother was starting to restrict your meals and starting to squeeze you into dresses far too small

He would offer you comforting words and distractions by talking about school, as it was far too difficult to actually help your situation through a letter

Regulus didn’t come home for Christmas break, claiming that exams were stressing him out, especially Herbology, so he’d rather continue his studies in a school environment

So that’s how the rest of your year goes

Regulus is...different when he gets back for the summer

It’s a very slight change, you’re pretty sure you’re the only one who notices

But it’s there

A bit more reserved, a bit more secretive

Childish wonder disappearing

He no longer publicly acts afraid of your mother

“It’s Sirius’ fault he’s got grounded, (Y/n). He broke a rule, now he’s facing the consequences.”

“But Reg, he didn’t do anything wrong—“

“(Y/n)! Are you trying to encourage the downfall of the Noble House of Black?!”

And that was it

But finally you were off to Hogwarts

Regulus lets you sit with him and Barty, who wears expensive shoes like you and Reg and had a slight tic with sticking his tongue out

But he was nice nonetheless less

Turns out, they were the outcasts of the outcasts

You were welcome to join when you are sorted into Slytherin

They were sure that you were going to be sorted there already

And you were dreading it

What if you weren’t a Slytherin and ended up like Sirius?

You could barely handle your family now, there’s no way you’d be able to take the extra shit Sirius gets

The hat gives you a choice

The worst choice possible

Gryffindor or Slytherin

You end up with a hatstall of 8 minutes, constantly looking between your brothers

And you beg to be placed in Slytherin

And so you join your brother and Barty at the table of the snakes

Sirius doesn’t look at you across the Great Hall

“Hey, Reg? Did the hat give you a choice too?”

“A choice between what?”

“Slytherin and Gryffindor.”

“Don’t tell anyone you got a choice. Listen, people in this house are brutal to people like you who get choices. Don’t mention it.”

“You didn’t answer my question—“

And he never does

You spend all of your time with Regulus and Barty, the other kids in your year are kinda major assholes

Regulus helps you with your homework, always making time for you

Meet ups in the library

Chess in the common room

Barty was usually with you as well

And that’s how it goes over the next few years

Even when Regulus is busy with his own classes and him being a seeker, he’ll make time for you

You always attend his matches, cheering him on

He’s a great seeker

In your fifth year, you notice how Reg and Barty change drastically

Pulling away from you, secret meetings, dark depictions and phrases hidden in notebooks

You get worried

For the first time ever you push your way through the Marauders to talk to your brother

“Oh, the Slytherin Princess arrives! Want us to bow?” He snarks, his friends laughing

“Piss off, Sirius! It’s about Reg.”

“What about him? Did he finally stop kissing Walburga’s arse?”

“It isn’t a laughing matter!” You’re practically in tears

And he listens to you as you explain all of your concerns and he ends up agreeing that that is worrisome

“What the hell did you tell Sirius?” Regulus shouts at you in the empty common room one night

“I’m worried, Reg! You’re going all dark, like what mother wants! This isn’t you!”

“This is me, believe it or not, (Y/n)! I’m not some puppet!” He shouts at you.

“Just wait, (Y/n), you’re next. Next year, it’ll be you. You can’t escape it.”

“Sirius got out of it.” You mumble

Regulus storms out and that’s the last real conversation you have with him and Barty for a long time

You get a letter from him when you graduate, something you have to hide away from your brother and the rest of the Order

Forgive me, sœur,

RAB

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