#or maybe the girl who threatened me with scissors (to either my face or my hair) literally every morning

[playingplayer2]

Growing up is realizing that if you'd stopped crying for 10 minutes in elementary school and just gave into the urge to bite some of the fuckers bullying you so many problems would have been solved. Like bitch you were awkward because you were traumatized and feral when you should've been feral and traumatized

[bababaka]

Tell me a story. And i'll tell you a thousand more.

Missed chap 1? Here it is.

Chapter 2 - Tests

word count ≈ 5.694

A/N: hm... yeah. That took sometime and a lot of effort. Please, appreaciate and be grateful. Things are getting interesting. And i have no idea how i'll develope Jade and Reader's relationship, but that's a problem for future me. Also, in this chapter, you'll notice i hate Robbie. If you like him, im sorry. Enjoy, guys.

Taglist: @gabriella-aesthetic

You woke up to your mother screaming your name, telling you to wake up or you would be late. You couldn't feel your body, or your soul. The previous day had been brutal, and it was only your first day of school.

You didn't want to get out of bed. Your comfortable, soft, and oh so cozy bed. But your mother quickly took away any hope of getting back to sleep. She opened the door like a hurricane and pulled the covers off you.

"You're going to be late! Wake up!"

And she left, as quickly as she came in. You groaned, completely tired and not wanting to go, but you persevered. You finally got up and ran to get ready.

You were going to be late.

Your mother, a beautiful soul, gave you a ride, and so you were saved and arrived on time.

But you were still dead. You practically crawled through the halls. You didn't talk to anyone, or even bother to acknowledge anyone's presence.

When you arrived at the classroom for your performing arts class, you threw yourself into the chair closest to the exit and lowered your head. Maybe you could sleep in this class. Surely, Sikowitz wouldn't mind. But apparently, you couldn't have a moment of peace. Someone called you.

– This is my seat.

In front of you was the goth girl (not exactly, maybe, alternative? Good sense of style? She did look good) from yesterday. Black eyeliner highlighting her beautiful green eyes. Black skirt, black combat boots, shirt and a loose black crop top. All black, and still beautiful. And still intimidating. She raised her eyebrow. Waiting for the answer.

Oh, yes, you had to answer.

– We don't have assigned seats.

The girl's expression became even more serious, however, she didn't give up, she shouted the teacher's name.

- Sikowitz!

And he fell from... somewhere. You only heard the sound of the fall.

– The seats are marked, aren't they?

– On the contrary, you can be free as birds and... - She kept her eyes on Sikowitz, who had stopped, and now looked scared. You couldn't see it, but if you had to guess, you would bet the girl was threatening him with her beautiful and assertive green eyes. And was successful, since the teacher spoke again, somewhat hastily. - Yes, the seats are marked. Then, the girl turned around, a smug smile on her face.

– Now, get out of my seat.

For a moment, you didn't know how to react. Had she really scared the teacher? This had to be considered some kind of crime, or misdemeanor. Could it be considered abuse? Harassment? Coercion?

– You clearly forced the teacher to say that the seats are marked. I'm not leaving.

She continued to stare. Thirty seconds, and then a minute. Complete silence. You didn't dare say anything, you just returned the deadly gaze and... Were those scissors in the girl's hand? Did she intend to use the object on you? What kind of psychopath was this girl?

She was trying to do the same thing she did to the teacher to you. The problem was that you had already been through yesterday, and she didn't hold a candle to your new ballet teacher, whose presence loomed over you, unlike this girl. It wasn't going to work. Finally, you had had enough.

– Look, either you can stare at me and we won't get anywhere or you can sit next to me and pretend it's your precious seat. I'm not part of the drama course, I'm only staying for the basics, so I'll go to my class and you can have the damn seat.

– How about you just get the hell out of here?

You shrugged.

– Nah, I like this seat. – You smiled. You weren't going to leave. You didn't mind confronting the girl, in fact, you were even enjoying it. The bully wouldn't be able to make you cry like the girl from yesterday. So, it was funny to see how the girl in front of you became increasingly frustrated at not getting the expected reactions from you.

(And it was also the closest place to the exit. You didn't want to be late for ballet. Nope. Nope.)

The girl glared at you, in a last futile attempt to scare you, but in vain. You weren't easily intimidated. And, after your ballet teacher, you reached a new level of boldness. In the end, she gave up. She huffed and sat in the chair next to you.

– Whatever, I didn't even want this place anyway.

The class started and Sikowitz stole everyone's attention, including yours, so you turn your visage to him.

He started talking about the bird scene. A test that everyone would take, and those who failed would not be able to participate in any school plays or projects.

That was bad.

School projects, especially those that took place outside of school, were an opportunity to be noticed by professionals from all over the world. Not participating in the projects meant saying goodbye to any chance of achieving something big without having any kind of connection with people who were already in the industry. Also known as being a nepo baby, which you very much wasn't. So, You couldn't, under any circumstances, fail that test.

The teacher handed out the book to everyone. And said that the tests would start tomorrow.

Shit.

As soon as he finished, he yelled at the class to start playing superheroes with body aches. Everyone jumped out of their chairs to act. You remained in your chair for a while, still thinking about how screwed you would be if you didn't pass the test. Until a boy, with beautiful, silky hair and an alluring smile, pulled you to act with him, still in character complaining about how he dislocated his hip after defeating a battalion of dwarves. You smiled and let yourself get involved in the acting, starting to complain and limp around the room.

Some students joined you and acted alongside you, Beck and Cat being constant presences, but a skinny boy with curly hair (and you think you've seen him around with a puppet or doll, whatever) also participated in several conversations amongst you. Time barely seemed to pass until the bell rang. And quickly the smile that rested on your face disappeared.

Ballet class.

You ran to gather your things and make the quickest way to the dance room. Until you noticed movement next to you, and there was the goth girl, with beautiful green eyes and murderous personality, though her face didn't show it.

For a moment, you felt like saying something, anything, maybe even cursing her. Telling her that she wore too much black, or giving her a moral lesson about her attitude, but you looked at the clock. 10 minutes until class started, but you had 3 minutes to get there. You looked one last time at the girl, who was gathering her belongings.

You said your goodbye to Cat and Beck and ran out of the room. Ballet class was more important. And besides, you didn't even know what to say.

You arrived at the classroom with 5 minutes left before class started, promptly wearing your leotard, ready to stretch.

– I’m glad you managed to arrive on time today, Miss Tardy. – The girl from yesterday said, and you grimaced at the nickname. Danny(?) stood next to you with an amused smile, and you snorted, trying to calm down.

You arrived “early,” yes, but still, you felt nervous, anxious, as if at any moment the teacher would jump out of nowhere to scream and embarrass you in front of the class, again.

– Yeah, believe me, I’m happy too. – You looked from side to side.

– Did the teacher traumatize you yesterday?

– A little, yes. I’m just... paranoid.

– A lot of people are, believe me.

– And are you part of that group?

– Cautious, maybe, but not paranoid. – She smiled. – At least, not yet. Have you stretched yet?

Your eyes widened.

Shit.

The girl next to you laughed.

– Come on, there’s still time. I haven't stretched either.

You looked at Daniela(?) and found yourself wanting to be her friend. So, you tried to make conversation.

– So, am I the only one who’s completely sore after yesterday?

– Wow! Yes! – Delilah says enthusiastically. – I’ve been doing ballet for years but still, yesterday was brutal. And we still had classes in the afternoon! Honestly, I fell asleep in history class, the teacher’s voice just lulled me to sleep. You laugh and nod.

– I understand you. I didn’t doze off in class, but if it weren’t for my mother, I wouldn’t have woken up for class today. Dolores groaned, frustrated and dramatic. You sympathize.

– Yeah, I just hope she’s not so strict today.

You laugh. But this time at the expense of the girl next to her.

– Being delusional is a choice.

– That I will choose! - she gasps, trying uselessly to defend herself. – And that is hope!

– Uh-huh. Of course.

But before Da..rla could respond to your sarcasm, the teacher entered the room. And at that very moment, the conversations ceased – as if announcing a bad omen – and everyone got into the correct position and posture. The teacher smiled sideways, appreciating the scene. But she soon stood in front of the mirror, ready to start the class.

– Good morning. Before we start our warm-up, I have an announcement for the class. - she paused, the room in a tense and absolute silence. Satisfied, after a few seconds, she continued. - You will have a test, a friendly competition between yourselves tomorrow. What you will do is simple, you will present an original choreography. The theme and music are free. Try to stay in ballet, but it will not be mandatory. For now.

Some murmurs spread throughout the room, and you, in a state of confusion, panic and anger, spoke out loud.

– Wait, what? But, tomorrow we already have Sikowitz's text!

– Can't you handle both of them? - The teacher's sharp and disdainful gaze fixes on you. For a moment, you shiver, shrinking into yourself. She looked like the grumpy girl in your drama class, yet much scarier. You took a deep breath. Trying not to stutter.

– But, it's the second day of school. And you both scheduled the test the day before it happened. There's not much time!

– Then you better start preparing. I don't accept anything less than excellence, I know that with Sikowitz it will be the same. After all, the school has a reputation to protect. – The teacher said with a rigid and stormy expression on her face and a tone that didn't allow for answers.

You fell silent. The teacher then started the warm-up. Giggles could be heard in your direction.

- Don't worry. You'll do fine tomorrow. - Da...ph stood next to you, putting a hand on your shoulder, no doubt with the goal of comforting you. It didn't have much effect.

The routine ended and the teacher dismissed the class to get ready for lunch.

Da...phne.. approached you, before you even finished packing your things.

You had to admit, you were feeling terrible. Daphne was being so nice, and you didn't even remember her name, it was unfair and rude of you. You also hadn't bothered to ask, but you hadn't cared so much yesterday and today it just seemed like a jerk of you.

"Hey, what's your name again?"

"You don't remember? After everything I've done for you?!"

Okay. Maybe it was a little dramatic, but still.

– Miss Tardy. – Daphne called as you approached you. You groaned. You hated that nickname.

– Are you seriously going to keep using that nickname?

Daphne laughed.

– To be honest, I only call you that because I forgot your name.

The relief was instantaneous.

– Oh! That's great! – You let out a little of your happiness with the information. This seemed to confuse the Scooby Doo girl. You decided to explain. – I also forgot your name, and I felt really guilty, you've been so nice to me.

The girl laughed, then approached you and extended her hand.

– Daisy. Try not to forget this time.

– Look who's talking. – You said in a joking tone, and introduced yourself. Again. Daphne (or Daisy, but you preferred your nickname, call it revenge) waved, and this time she accompanied you to the bathrooms.

– So, do you have any idea of ​​what you're going to do at tomorrow's test? – Daisy starts a conversation. You sigh loudly. 

– No, none. You? 

– Nothing. 

Daisy shrugs, without any concern, as she takes the items she needs for the shower out of her backpack. You look at the girl leaning over the bag, almost open-mouthed, your eyes slightly wide. 

– You're not the least bit worried? 

– Nope. – She turned to you, smiling. – And also, unlike you, I don't have two tests. I only need to focus on one. I'm sure that by tomorrow, I can think of something. 

– Wait, wait. What do you mean? Didn't Sikowitz give your class a test? 

This time, Daisy laughed. 

– No, silly. I just don't have drama class. – And upon noticing your expression of continuous confusion, she continues. – When I had to choose a class, I chose drawing. 

– Drawing? But I thought acting was mandatory for everyone! 

– Well, my parents have a lot of influence. So, they pulled some strings for me. 

– Who are your parents? 

Daisy smiled mischeviously. 

– Nah. It's more fun to let you find out. 

– What's your last name? 

Daisy laughed, leaving your vision. 

– I'll see you tomorrow, Tardy.  

And you were left, with only your belongings in your hand, and with a nagging on your brain. However, you already had enough things to worry about. You just say goodbye and turns to leave the room. 

In the cafeteria, you sit at the first empty table you find. You were sure Beck and Cat would join you later. You take a deep breath, trying not to freak out. Oh, you loved ballet, but you were actually freaking out. Damn teachers. Who passes a test in the first week of class?!

– Hey. How are you? – Beck Oliver sat (or should I say slid?) next to you, backpack on his back and no girl (or boy) glued to him.  

– Yeah, okay. – You sighed. – Just... A lot on my mind.  

– Do you want to talk about it? 

– It's just the stupid tests.  

– Tests? Sikowitz's test?

– Yeah, Sikowitz's and... – you realize you don't know your ballet teacher's name. Wow, you didn't even remember Daisy and now your teacher. Well, it's not like you made a point of memorizing them. You continued. – There's also one from my ballet class. Both of them are due tomorrow. – You banged your head on the table. Beck laughed.

– Everything will be fine. You'll do fine. You just have to... study.  

You looke at him with the best "seriously?" face you had. Beck raised his hands, in an act of innocence. You bang your face on the table again. Sighing.

– The problem isn't even the tests, but the day. They're both due tomorrow, both of them!   

– What did you expect? This is the best art school, after all, of course they're going to demand a lot from you.  

You look up at Beck and huff. 

– I don't know, I just thought I'd have more time to adjust before they throw me to the pigs like that.  

– That's a little dramatic.

– No, it's not. You're only saying that because you haven't met my ballet teacher.  

– If you want, we can rehearse the bird scene together, I just can't help with the ballet audition for, well, obvious reasons. 

As soon as Beck offers it, you light up.

– Oh! Yes, that would help me a lot!  

Beck smiles.

– BECK! – you hear someone shout, along with someone else shouting your name. For a second, you are confused where to look, but you obviously look for the person who shouted your name, and there was Cat, the little redhead you were quickly learning to like. She came to your side, squealing.  

– Hi! – she says, even though you had already seen each other in Sikowitz's class. You smile. She was so cute.  

– Hi, Cat. – you say back. – How was your singing class?

– Amazing! The teacher is really good! And very kind! – Cat sits down next to you. One thought only crosses your mind "I wish". But you don't say it out loud. Instead, you just keep a lighthearted tone.

– That's great, Cat. I'm happy for you. 

As the redhead sits down, only then you notice the presence of two more people at the table. More specifically, two boys, who you recognize from your drama class.  

– Girls, this is André and Robbie. - Beck introduces them, pointing to each boy. André was the dreadlocked boy, he had a charming smile and a calm and friendly temperament. While Robbie was more... eccentric. And you wished it was in a good way. The boy seemed kind, a little shy and clumsy, but nothing too much. The problem was Rex. The ventriloquist dummy. Controlled by Robbie. So, yes, Robbie, with glasses and curly hair, was strange. 

So, it's safe to say that you liked André better. 

Ignoring a sexist and disgusting comment from Rex, you ask:

– So, what courses are you taking? 

André quickly answers.

– Well, I've always been passionate about music, so. - he smiles sideways, positioning himself in the chair and taking up more space, while his arms pointed towards himself, as if he was showing off. You smiled. Genuinely.

– So, do you sing? - you ask and notice Cat perk up next to him, letting out a small “Yaaay”.

– No. I mean, yes. I sing, but that’s not my focus. I focus more on the instrumentation and songwriting part, like music theory. 

Beck turns to André. 

– That’s pretty cool! You didn’t tell me that. 

The boy with dreadlocks shrugged. 

– You didn’t ask. Unlike her. - he pointed at you. You winked in Beck’s direction, playfully. 

– The trick is to ask the right questions. 

Beck laughed lightly.

– Noted. 

That’s when Robbie butts in, making you jump, almost forgetting about him.

– Uh, yeah, I do performing arts, but I don’t want to be an actor. I want to be a stand-up comedian. - he says, to which Rex quickly replies “you’re not funny at all. You’re pathetic”. Robbie retorts, and for a moment the two argue, and in fact, it seems pathetic. 

– That's great, Robbie! - Beck – Bless his heart – is the one who finally breaks the argument between the boy and his doll. 

– Huh? Ah, ah, uhm, thanks. 

– So! – André exclaims, placing his hands on the table, making a slight noise, the smile on his face revealing his excitement. – Have you decided how you're going to decorate your locker? 

– Decorate the locker? What do you mean? – Beck asks. 

– It's a tradition. I heard it from some older girls. 

– Yay! Traditions! – You laughed at Cat's excitement. Sometimes, she reminded you of a puppy. 

– Yeah – André continued. – Apparently, it's like a rite of passage. Like officially being a Hollywood Arts student. 

– Interesting. – You hum. – What do you think, Cat? What would you put in your locker? 

– Purple giraffes. 

You frowned, confused. 

– Purple giraffes? 

– Purple giraffes. – the redhead repeated, solemn, staring at you. It was weird. 

– Hey, it’s valid. Giraffes are cool. – Andre spoke up, which made Cat smile, in that way that would melt any heart. 

– Yeah, they are! – Robbie joined in, as if his breath had been stolen from him. That brought the attention to him. 

– And what would you do, Robbie? – this time, Beck's the one who asks.

He shruggs. 

– I don’t know. Something that brings comfort, maybe something that reminds me of childhood? 

And again, the damn doll, “so, what are you going to do, hang yourself by your underwear in the closet?” 

You completely ignore him – you had a feeling you would do this a lot with Robbie – and turn to Beck. 

– And you?  What did you think of for the locker? 

– Nothing concrete yet, but I want something that reflects my personality, that shows something about me. – He stopped, his eyes traveling around the courtyard and the people around him, to return to you. He shook his head. – I’m still deciding. You smile. 

– I’m sure you’ll find something. 

– And what do you plan on doing? – Beck asks, but before you could even try to open your mouth to answer him, Andre’s voice rang out loud. 

– Man! I just want something classy! Musical! Something to jam to, you know? 

– That’s actually very creative! – Cat replied, with Robbie agreeing. You turned to Beck again, with a promise in your smile, and laughter in your eyes. 

– It’ll be a surprise. – and You turn back to the conversation at the table before you could see the brunette’s reaction.

So the break passed, between conversations and laughter, and small outbursts due to academic activities (mostly coming from you). The bell rang, signaling the return to classes. 

You say goodbye to your friends, but when you turned around, you felt a hand stop you, holding your forearm. Beck Oliver. 

– Wait. I meant it, when I said we could practice for Sikowotz's test. - he pauses. - Here. Put your number on my phone. That way, if you decide to take me up on my offer, you can text me. 

You take the phone. You hesitate for a second, your brain processing what was happening, but when you did, you smile. 

– Smooth. 

Beck smirks. 

– Whatever do you mean? 

You type your number, and save it on his phone. 

– I’m onto you, Oliver. 

You give back his phone.

– I have no idea what you’re talking about. – he shrugs and you squint your eyes, playfully.

– Sure you don’t.

He smiles this time, seeming to be genuinely enjoying himself. 

– I’ll text you. - he says goodbye, he waves, his back turned to you, now, definitely, going to his class, allowing you to go to yours. 

In the afternoon, you find out that you have history class with Daphne. 

– Will I ever get rid of you? - Daphne says, as she sits right next to you. 

– You say it like you’re not happy to see me. - You roll your eyes, smiling. 

– You’ll never know.

– Oh, really? Why did you sit next to me, then? 

– Maybe I just like this place. Have you stopped to think about it? 

– Uh-huh. Sure. Keep fooling yourself, Daphne. – you turn around, when the teacher starts to introduce himself to the class. 

During this same class, at the end, the teacher was kind enough to let the students talk and socialize with each other. 

At this point, a student, skinny and strange, with restless eyes and anxious hands, introduces himself to you and Daphne. Sinjin, the boy's name. He wasn't problematic, so to speak, but he was invasive, he got too close to both of you. And the way he articulated the words was strange, it made your hair stand on end. He was a creep. The last straw was when he talked about a website that everyone used, theslap.com, and suggested that you let him record you. Which in itself was aggravating, but the way he said it, instead of sounding attentive and helpful, just sounded like he would lock you in the basement and leave you for the rats, while leaving a camera in front of you. 

Your response to this was to simply say no, and push him away. 

– Don’t ever talk to me again. 

Daisy laughs, but commiserates since he indeed went about that shit like a creep. But then, she comments about how there really was a site where most of hollywood art students were, and how most of them became a bit famous in it, so it became something akin to something you have to do, to gather attention and have a sort of leverage over other unknown artists. 

That means…

Shit.

You’re gonna have to be on this social media. Whatever. You might as well. It’s your future. You’ll have to be careful with what you post now. 

You can’t focus on this now. You’re sure you’ll be fine. Right now, if you have more important and pressing things to fuss about. Like your damned tests. 

Classes end, you say goodbye to Daphne who laughs at your expression of pure despair. 

When you get home, you inhale the food your mother prepared. And you almost ignore all the attempts to make you talk and consequently, steal your precious time. You excuse yourself from the table, explain in a few words that you had schoolwork to do for tomorrow, and she doesn’t bother you anymore. Thank goodness.

You didn’t have time to waste. 

For about 30 minutes, all you did was walk in circles around your room. In a panic, no idea came to you, nothing magically becoming obvious and clear. You started cursing the teacher and everyone involved in the education system, it didn't help at all, but it was good to simply get angry and let yourself be carried away by the feeling.

Your despair grew exponentially when your mother came into your room to tell you that it was very late and that you should go to sleep. You threw yourself at your phone. The numbers shone painfully before your eyes.

10:00 pm.

Shit. Shit. Shit. You put on Spotify and search for some song, some melody or lyrics that would give you even the slightest idea. Screw it. You had to come up with something. So, you just picked the song you listened to the most at the moment, and forced yourself to dance to something, and from there, something came along. You changed some steps that you didn't like. Again. Again. Again. And again.

You heard the damn song more times than you cared to count. Dance. Listen. Correct. Repeat. Dance. No, again. Correct. Again. Wrong. Bad. Again. Correct. Dance. Listen. Repeat.

When you realized, it was already midnight. And you hadn't even read the bird scene. But you had to sleep, or you ran the risk of simply forgetting the choreography or freezing in the middle of class due to exhaustion. And that couldn't happen under any circumstances.

It didn't matter. Your focus was on ballet, you would figure it out later in class. Sikowitz certainly wouldn't be that hard. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, despite all your anxiety, you were tired.

Waking up wasn't extremely difficult, after all, you were nervous and anxious. You almost jumped out of bed. But, since you had to go to school alone without your mother this time, the morning seemed long.

Every step you took seemed slow and groggy. The lack of sleep was taking its toll on you. Your eyes were heavy and you yawned every minute. You felt like crap. A zombie who, even dead, refused to accept its state and dragged itself through the school hallways.

You arrived at the place where your drama class would take place, and looked around the room, and your eyes landed on your chair. Contrary to what you would imagine, it wasn't empty. No. Quite occupied, actually. By the rude and probably psychopathic goth girl from yesterday. Her smug green eyes met yours, and deliberately and too forced to be casual, she slouched across the chair, trying to make herself comfortable. Trying to get a message across. Rubbing it in your face that the place was hers. This time.

You rolled your eyes. You were too tired and busy to even have the energy to feel angry. You just ignored her and sat down next to her. You sighed. Your mind wasn't there. It seemed foggy. Your movements slow, heavy.

God. How were you going to get through the day? You took a long sip of the coffee you bought on your walk to school, hoping it would sustain you through the day. For a moment, you wondered why you hadn't bought (or stolen) an energy drink. Surely, you knew it would be much more effective. Was there still time to get one now?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening with force, and Beck with a frown on his face, walking towards you with long, heavy strides.

– I waited for you all morning! And you didn't show up! You didn't even answered me!

Shit!

The rehearsal with Beck!

– I sent you a text.

You frowned. Did he? You opened your phone, and there it was, Beck's contact in big letters.

Beck 

Hey, so im here already!

Are you coming?

7:00

Where r uuuuu?

7:20

R u okay? 

7:40

Damnit.

You try to say something, your mind slow and messy, looking for reasons or excuses to say. 

– I didn't say I was going to rehearse today. - is what you decide to say in the end. Which isn't exactly a lie, you didn't confirm it. But, it was the wrong thing to say, since Beck's already slightly closed face contorted even more. 

– Seriously? I said yesterday that..! – he cuts himself off, exasperated. - You didn't even tell me you weren't coming! You just ignored me! 

– No. I didn't ignore you! - but when you tried to explain yourself, Sikowitz came in, starting the class and putting an end to all the side conversations that were happening in the room, including yours. 

You hear a small laugh next to you, the psychopathic and idiotic girl. 

– Nice going. 

You just turn around, with hatred in your eyes, without the patience to deal with her. 

– Shut it. 

If she answered, you didn't hear, already having your attention directed to your teacher, who was in the middle of explaining how the test would take place. You only caught half of what he said. But, not too late, you move to another room, with the intention of just leaving the teacher and the student who would present alone.

The rest of the class wouldn't be watching each other's performances. You didn't know if that was a good thing or not. On the one hand, you'd have time to practice on your own if you weren't the first one to be called. On the other hand, you wouldn't have any other performances to base yourself on.

In the end, it didn't matter. You stuttered and stumbled between words. The enthusiasm and energy were gone. And the way you moved around the stage was nonexistent too. You stood there, reading the book in front of your teacher. It was just awful and pathetic. You weren't surprised when you looked up, uncertain, a little and almost faint "so?" leaving your lips, and in a second wkthout missing a beat, you heard the word, failed.

You didn't pass.

But what did you expect? You hadn't prepared. Still, it hurt to fail. At least you had the consolation of knowing at the end of the class that the whole class had failed too.

You tried, for a second, to meet Beck's gaze. Try to show something like contrition on your face, the regret of having left him alone at school waiting for you. But the boy simply ignores you, too busy talking to one of the girls surrounding him. You don't try more than once, your eyes landing on the clock, this time showing that you didn't have time to waste with Beck. You would apologize at lunch.

You arrive at the classroom, and are greeted by a sepulchral silence.

No one spoke, not even whispers could be heard. Everyone was in a state of nervousness and focus. And the ambience, this seriousness, only increased your anxiety. Daisy was also in the same state. And your few questions, if she was prepared, if she felt anxious, were all answered with nods. You keep quiet then and try to prepare yourself as much as possible.

When the teacher arrives in the classroom, upon noticing the atmosphere and the selene air, she nods in approval and begins the class, announcing that she would start calling names to take the test. Which would take place in front of the entire class.

You took a deep breath and shook your head and limbs, trying to calm yourself down and shake off the tiredness of a bad night's sleep.

You're doing badly in the dance. You don't need to see the teacher's reaction to know that. Your arms were heavy, your feet slow and out of rhythm, your expression dead and uncomfortable. You felt like you didn't do well because, for yourself, you didn't meet your own expectations. And that, on top of anything the teacher might scold you or argue with you about, breaks something inside you.

You feel your chest tighten and your eyes burn, your breathing ragged. You look up at the teacher, who remained silent and had a closed expression and a frown. She doesn't criticize you, she doesn't get lost in a long speech about how bad you were and didn't deserve to be there, no. She just lets out something like a slight sigh. And asks for the next one, whispering something about your movements.

You hold your tongue. You spent a good part of your night creating a choreography. You only had one night to prepare.

One.

Asking for perfection from a freshman was basically sadism. It was like asking a child to cook a five-star meal in 10 minutes. Impossible. Asking someone who had learned to speak to recite tongue twisters without stuttering.

It just wasn’t fair.

The worst part was that you did poorly, but other people did well. It was a punch to the gut. Because it was one thing to fail at the impossible. It was another, frightening and painful thing to realize that all of that was possible, very possible, you just weren’t good enough.

– Very good, Jaqueline. You created the choreography by yourself, yes?

– Yes, i did.

You weren’t the worst—a small and slight consolation—at least you had tried. Some people simply danced famous choreographies shamelessly. Those were the ones who got a huge scolding and reprimand. You felt so bad for yourself, you couldn’t even feel bad for them.

When the tests were over, the teacher didn't say anything. Not a word. She just sighed and let the students out of class early. Which gave you more time to sit and think about everything that had happened and gone wrong from yesterday to today. Even Daisy, who hadn't done as badly as you, seemed shaken and preferred to keep to herself.

You had no choice but to be alone with your own thoughts. Which, on days like this, didn't usually go well. You couldn't stop replaying the scenes in your head. The bird scene, how you stuttered, Beck's hurt and angry look, Sikowitz's expression, your clumsy and sleepy dance, your teacher's sigh, which somehow cut through more than words could.

Failed. At everything. Beck. Theater. Ballet. You sighed. At this point, Cat had found you and was sitting next to you, babbling about something you didn't have the energy nor interest to pay attention to. Your head slipped through your arms to rest on the table. You only realize when you hear the shrill sound of the signal that you've slept.

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Cherry Crimson Brine Final (2-3)

Immortally Wounded

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4 Days Later NPC Cop: She got kicked out again or this time, 

thrown out the clothing store window. Earlier, people were preventing her from eating. Officer Roger: Yep I guess they want her to starve. NPC Cop: Why don't we simply send her to solitary confinement? Then she can stay there forever for her crimes. Roger: It's not that simple, son. I suggested that but you know what happened? My daughter told me they will threaten her. 

She said 2 days ago that, if any member of our force,

who puts Lila Rossi behind bars, 

will deem to use Sabrina as their toy of unrelenting torment that they planned for Lila. Officer Roger: Didn't you get a notification from the Mayor of why we can't arrest her? NPC Cop: Nope. Phone buzzing

Notification from Mayor Bustier

After Reading NPC Cop: What's wrong with these citizens. They don't want her to be away from their sight but want her to suffer but keep her alive? And they are threatening Mayor Bustier's family unless we conform to their standards and anyone else that thinks differently will pay? Officer Roger: Yes. We can't do anything about it. 

And the news is soliciting this propaganda 

and making it worse than it actually is.

NPC Cop: But isn't the evidence we know true? Officer Roger: Who knows. However, there's some problems with it. 

don't know what to believe either. 

And clues to know more information have been lost unfortunately. NPC Cop: Is she really a kid? Officer Roger: What kind of question is that? I do think she is. NPC Cop: But it's said she lies about everything and tricked 3 woman that are no longer here. Officer Roger: You don't know enough information. None of us know about what her and parents relationship is like. 

Don't go there thinking like these Parisians out there. 

Don't jump off a cliff thinking there's a net. There's a chance that this is a hoax. Still... NPC Cop: Still what?

Officer Roger: We can only do what we can.

Not let these furious Parisians go too far with her.

(At least since Sabrina told me how dangerous people are becoming, the heroes are monitoring the city. 

Trying to prevent her from being harmed. And I'll do my part).

NPC Cop: I still am perplexed. Why are they treating her worse than Chloe? I mean Chloe Bourgeois deserved it from showing off. But this Lila girl just came out from the hospital when she was previously a pitter pounded pattered pulp. They are treating her far worse than Hawk Moth 

or anymore that does worse. 

This is leaving me rather vexed.

Roger: Maybe it's not to understand 

(Maybe that's who they are).

It could be they are scapegoating her over something that they hate of the past or because the evil entity.

Hawk Moth or Chloe aren't present, and she's the winning ticket.

You could never tell why or what's the point.

(Maybe it's selective). NPC Cop: I guess people do really like deciding what's the greatest deal, even if it's just small snow from a tree that hit their heads.

Hours Later Starving Lila idling Walking npcs a side walk away They rub their heads with their heads with smiles on their faces Others put wigs on and then use scissors to cut pieces off They laugh at her and the state of her hair stating they are pleased and laughing at what Firefighter Jean Theo and a girl took joy in doing to her the other day 5 minutes later Alya: It’s Lila Nora: Let’s go the other way. Alya: Why? Nora: She’s a horrible person Alya: Not you too. Alya proceeds to walk towards Lila Nora: No. Alya: What do you think you’re doing. Nora: Mom and dad told me to keep you and the twins away from her. Alya: Step off. Angry at her older sister as she takes her away Nora: It’s for your own good. Alya: Mine or your own good. Nora: I don’t have time for this Carries Alya away like Shrek did with Fiona The Final Night The door breaks open She awakes nervous as she knows something is in her residence minute later NPC: so that’s where you been hiding. NPC 2: It’s the end of your bridge. 

You see the world would be better off without you. 

Unlike the rest of the good people of Paris, 

we don’t want to keep you caged and abused. NPC: We want you dead. Lila: You don’t have to do this to me. NPC 3: Way past that after the endless pool of lies. Infinite will end once you’re flatlined by our hands. Lila: Why do you believe this? 

What makes you hate me this much? Why?! I’m sick of this crap! I’m tired of this town trapping me and tormenting me! I’ve Had Enough Of This! Stop This! NPC: You don’t have the right to decide after the crimes you did to Adrien Agreste. NPC 2: You overgrown female. Lila: I am not. NPC 4: Like I’d believe you.

Don’t even know what your deal is. 

This is the night your misery finishes, you disgusting human lying filth. Lila: Don’t do this. NPC 3 laughing NPC 3: Ignorant Womanchild Nothing you say that will stop your immeninent immediate death.

NPC 4: Many want you to stay alive as free punching bag but me and others want to take a fresh kill. I don’t mind fulfilling what their death wish to you.

I’ll be standing proud doing the deed. NPC 2: Honestly we’ve been requested to do far worse forms of torture to you. You should know where I’m going with that. Petrified Lila NPC 3: They also wanted us to relay back of the things we promised to them that they would celebrate and call an epic quest for us legends. NPC: What a shame for a pretty face to be in a casket. 

Well you would be burned to ashes anyways or dumped into the ocean. Accept your fate, repulsive life-form. This Is Where You DIE!

Lila closes her eyes NPC: Are you praying? NPC 2: It doesn't matter. No one will save the entity. NPC 4: It's a miraculous end to the nothing’s tale

NPC 3: It's time to meet your maker. Oh wait you probably killed those and so many lives you probably replaced. Slowly opens her eyes with a smile on her face NPC 4: Smiling? This grotesques existence must have lost their mind. Lila: I haven't. I've accepted my end. NPC 3: You're lying! Lila: Four against one. Maybe you are. 

I realized that I won't be seeing anymore anyone or myself.

Me being a sacrifice for the peace and justice amongst all mankind.

I'm willing to accept my fate and the evidence against me. Lila: So make it quick. NPC: Are you mocking me?! Lila: Nope. I deserve death and torture. 

It's the path I've chosen.

Please. Finish me off. 

There's no reason for me to stay alive anymore.

If none of you don't I'll just. NPC 2: Is she?

NPC 3: BUHRREK They look towards the damage sound that NPC made NPC 2: Gguh khuh Lila kicks NPC 1 in the neck NPC 4: YOU! Tries to grab her Lila throws covers at the NPC proceeds relentless punches and jabs towards the NPC NPC 1 Tries to kick her She throws a hard object at that NPC Takes hard objects and beats the crap out of them all

After several minutes of beating the tar out of them Lila: Tell me. With a smile Lila: How about I wipe away your lifespans? You 4 can't do anything anymore. Kicks one of them Lila: How about I crush your neck with my boots? Do you want that? Lila: LOOK AT ME! Oh You Want To Look Away Now Because I Am Now Your Decision Maker?! You don't know who you are messing with. I hope you know a fragment of the crap I've been going through these days. 

I should exterminate you all for my greater good. Stops smiling stares emotionlessly When you're finished recovering, you can let yourselves out. Playtime is over for you vermin. You and all of your associates; never show your faces around my sight here again. Lila goes outside leaving them their walking to a stop Lila: It seems my body sustained too much previous damage from the previous days Seems I made it to the end of myself. Well I- falls Seeing the water (At least I ended things on my terms) As seeing her vision fading inside the water

(The last amount of control I had left...)

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| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [CHAPTER 3]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, possessive!dom!wonwoo, daddy!kink, sex toys, dirty talk, squirting, fingering, oral(fem receiving), sexy aftercare! YALL WHAT A WEEK EH? 🥴 I’m exhausted and about to sleep thru the entire weekend(in actuality☠️) fkjhsdh Will try to answer inbox msgs if I’m not too tired(if I am, def sunday!)💕💕💕 and maybe thirst posts in between sleep if I can! 😗 Exciting!! I’m trying to be a bit more active, at least on the weekends lol baby steps!!😭💕 Anyway, I hope y’all have a lovely weekend~ Enjoy ch 3! I love u!! 💕

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“Is this… It?”

Wonwoo laughs; the smell of alcohol on his lips when he leans towards you. “No, I just thought we’d have a little fun before I gave you your real present later, is all.”

The party had ‘started’ at least an hour ago and Wonwoo, despite his dislike of parties, was already three drinks in by the time you were knocking on the front door of the loud frat house. He’d dragged you to the kitchen to make you a drink while you chatted with others for a bit before he was tugging you up the stairs and into his room.

“Unless you don’t wanna play, ‘cause that’s okay too.”

He twirls the vibrating panties around his index finger - head tilted slightly in your direction. You roll your eyes in return, reaching for the fabric as you lean in closer to his warmth. “Me? Not wanting to play? Do you even know me?” You quip back, already taking the fabric from between his fingertips as you reach under your skirt to start removing your panties to replace them with the ones Wonwoo had given you.

Biting his lip, he watches as you slowly slide your panties down your legs. “I’m trying to get to know you.” He mumbles - more to himself than to you but the slight giggle he hears from you lets him know that you heard him perfectly clear.

“I know. Although, let’s be real, we haven’t done much talking, huh?”

Wonwoo’s lips purse into an embarrassed smile; cheeks a pale pink when you finish changing and toss him your old panties.

“We can go on a date? Tomorrow? Sunday?” He offers - taking the fabric and putting it in his pants pocket for keeps.

Nodding, you reach for his hand, squeezing it before linking your fingers with his.

“Let’s figure it out when you’re not already 3 drinks in, hmm?”

You catch up and surpass Wonwoo’s level of drunkenness in no time; taking shots with Soonyoung before Wonwoo can finally catch you.

“H-hey!” The room spins as Wonwoo grabs your arm and you find yourself in the familiar empty kitchen as your eyes try to adjust to the brightness. “I was, hic, gonna drink another s-shot!”

“I know, but you need water and I’ve been trying to get you to drink some for the last 25 minutes.”

“Daddy, why’re you so meaaaaan…”

Wonwoo pauses, fingers frozen on the bottle cap before he turns to you. He hands you the bottle silently before reaching for his phone - eyes on you as you start to down the contents.

It only takes a few seconds before the vibrations start and you’re taken by surprise as you sputter and spill water all over the countertop and floor.

“Good girls know when to behave. And you’re not doing so well right now, sweetheart.”

Your thighs clamp together, fingertips almost crushing the plastic bottle as the vibrations send thrums of arousal pouring over your body in an instant. “Ah, I--hic, wh--what, but--but I…” The alcohol makes your body much more sensitive and your head feels hazy and overwhelmed with the toy pressed firmly against your clit. “Buh--but I just wanted to d-drink…”

“And I wanted you to drink some water and you ran to take shots, princess.”

Pouting, you shakily place the half empty bottle down onto the counter before you walk up to Wonwoo. You wrap your arms around his waist, quiet moans rolling off your lips as you stare up at his intoxicated expression. “Well, I was trying to until you decided to make me spill it...”

Wonwoo’s soft laughter reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to turn off the toy as you slump against him.

“Can we go back up to your room now, daddy?” Your voice is slightly slurred and muffled against his shirt; eyes fluttering shut as you inhale his addicting scent.

“Now where’d all the fun be in that, princess?”

Throughout the night, Wonwoo sporadically turns the toy on - making you jolt and latch onto the nearest person or object as your legs threaten to give out when he doesn’t always start off with the lowest setting.

“Whoa, you okay?” Mingyu asks, brows furrowed when your vice-like grip on his arm only tightens as Wonwoo sets the vibration speed higher. “You look like you’re gonna be sick. You might wanna slow down on those drinks.” Minghao nods in agreement, stepping closer to you to place a hand against your warm forehead.

“She’s kinda warm too. Must be all the alcohol.”

The pair nod to each other, convincing themselves it was all the drinks as Wonwoo shoots you a cocky smirk. You shift your weight to your left leg, making the toy sit perfectly against your clit in the process. The wetness in your panties was already unbearable and it was only getting worse.

“Fu--fuck… I’m okay, just---um, I think I need to go to the restroom.” You excuse yourself just as Wonwoo turns the toy off again and you pry your sweaty palm off of Mingyu’s arm before making a beeline for the restroom down the hall. Naturally, there’s a small line to get in and despite the fact you don’t really need to go, you figure splashing some water on your face would help you a little.

“My, my, who do we have here?”

It’s a voice you don’t recognize and when you lift your head to face the person in front of you, it’s a male you don’t know either. “Um… Can I… Help you?” You ask meekly. He’s very obviously inebriated, eyes unfocused as he gives you a once over before licking his lips.

“D’you wanna go in together? You can help me in there if you’d like.”

You can only grimace - fully ready to give him a piece of your mind when an arm slings around your shoulder and you feel yourself being tucked protectively into Wonwoo’s side.

“Sorry, but she’s going to be helping me right now, won’t you, princess?”

The tenseness in Wonwoo’s jaw is ever present even when he’s situated between your trembling thighs - the tip of his tongue running through your soaked folds before he slightly pulls away.

“Wanted to play with you downstairs a little longer but, ah, well… Isn’t this more fun, princess?”

“A-ah, will they b-be mad you’re, mmh, ditching your own p-party though…?” Wonwoo grins, eyes peering up at your slightly unfocused stare and your swollen lips.

“I don’t even think they noticed I was gone, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo leans in, dragging his tongue from your clit to your entrance as slowly as possible as you whine and start to ease your fingertips into his hair. “Oh, d-daddy…” You tug slightly, pulling him closer towards you as you start to grind against his waiting tongue.

“Oh, god, it feels s-so good… Been w-waiting for you to, ah, t-touch me all night…” He moves slow, circling your clit with his tongue before sucking the nub into his mouth. Garbled noises spill from your lips - mixing in with soft pleas for him to do more.

But despite Wonwoo’s original annoyance of someone else trying to hit on you, that being the reason he even decided to leave the party, he finds it all melting away the second you start moaning his name in pleasure.

He dips his tongue into your entrance, collecting the wetness on it as he moans against your skin at how sweet you taste. It sends shivers up your spine - toes curling and hips bucking up towards his mouth as you chase the feeling. “Wonwoo… D-daddy, more… Ah, please, w-wanna feel your f-fingers too…”

“Fucked your pretty ‘lil cunt so good yesterday and you’re still so needy, huh, princess?” He reaches his hand in between your legs, popping his fingers into his wet mouth before running them through your folds.

“So greedy. Always want your cunt stuffed full of me, hmm? Whether it’s my cock or my fingers. Even just having my tongue on you is enough to get you to cum.” Once he deems his fingers wet enough, he positions his index and middle finger at your entrance before he starts to slowly sink them both inside of you. “Pretty ‘lil cunt is always ready to take my cock, isn’t it?”

You’re so wet that his fingers slide in easily; already curling into your g-spot as you cry loudly into the air. “O-oh, fuck! Daddy, please…!” Letting go of Wonwoo’s hair, you opt to tangle your fingers into his bed sheets - simultaneously spreading your quivering legs further apart when he starts to thrust his fingers into you at a moderate pace.

“Please? Please what, sweetheart? Use your words.”

Wonwoo scissors his fingers, stretching your pussy open as you throw your head back against his pillows. “Ngh, want y-you to fuck me, ah, d-daddy… Wanna feel your cock i-inside…” He smiles, leaning back in to pepper kisses on your inner thighs before you feel his tongue on your clit again.

He flicks the nub with the tip of his tongue at the same time he curls his fingers into your g-spot, sending your overly sensitive body hurtling towards an orgasm as you whine and mewl above him.

“D-daddy… I c-can’t, I--ah!”

Your walls clamp down hard onto his fingers; entire body trembling as you cum on his fingers and his tongue. And he works you through it - curling and wiggling his fingers inside your pussy to milk your orgasm.

“Mm, now you’re even more wet, princess~ Ready to take my cock?” Your head is buzzing, fingertips loosening their grip on the bed sheets when he slowly starts to pull his fingers from inside of you. “Mmhmm… Ah, hurry d-daddy… fuh--feels so e-empty…”

Wonwoo slowly sits up from between your legs; popping the wet digits into his mouth to lick off your wetness.

“So insatiable.”

You realize when Wonwoo positions his cock at your entrance that this is truly the first time you get to see his naked body since he’d come back.

“Daddy, I--”

The words get caught in your throat as he swiftly bottoms out in a singular thrust; his abs tightening and showing off his toned muscles as you feel yourself start to drool over his physique.

You tell yourself to ask him for pictures later, if you can remember.

The oversensitivity in your body makes you whimper and you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist when he starts a moderately quick pace.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, sweetheart.” Admittedly, Wonwoo knows he won’t be able to hold out for very long himself - already too aroused to stave off his orgasm for much longer with your slick walls sucking his cock in deeper. “And you’re all mine, right?”

You nod back frantically, bleary eyes peering up at Wonwoo’s own blown out pupils. “Ngh, y-yes, fuck! I’m, hah, y-yours… God, I don’t wan’t a-anyone, ah, else, daddy…”

Your words go straight to his cock as he growls, “That’s right. Only daddy gives you what you want, right, princess? Only my cock satisfies you the way you want - filling you up to the brim and keeping you full, just how you like it.”

“Mmh, oh g-god, Wonwoo…” Whines pour from your mouth as you dig your heels into his lower back to press him closer into you. 

His cock grazes against your cervix as you mewl; back arching off the bed with how deep he was fucking you.

He uses a free hand to reach down to your clit, rubbing the swollen, sensitive nub between his fingertips as you immediately latch a shaky hand onto his forearm. “P-please, oh, mmh!”

Wonwoo smirks, watching as your eyes cross from the immense pleasure pouring over your body. “C’mon, princess. Wanna feel you cumming on my cock again before I fill this filthy ‘lil cunt of yours with cum.”

You’re reduced to rushed, broken cries of his name as the pressure builds inside your body quickly; only a loud gasp falling from your lips as the tension snaps for a second time, only this time, much stronger than the first.

“Fuck, that’s right, cum for me, baby.”

He works you through your orgasm, fucking you harder as you squirt all over his lower half and the bed sheets.

 Drool dribbles down your chin, thighs shaking uncontrollably when Wonwoo pulls all the way out to tap the head of his cock against your sensitive clit - making your body jolt with each slap before he’s quickly sheathing his throbbing cock back inside your tight cunt.

“God, you’re so tight and wet, princess. Bet you feel so fuckin’ good, huh?” Wonwoo licks his lips, “Gonna cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt now, okay?”

You nod, lips parted in quiet moans when you feel his thick cock throbbing between your walls. “H-hurry, give it to me, d-daddy… Wanna feel y-you, ah, cumming inside my p-pussy…”

He only groans in return, letting the pleasure wash over him as his orgasm starts to crest. 

This time, you work him through it - clenching around his cock as he continues to thrust into you. “Mmh... suh--so good...” You slur out; head fuzzy as you bathe in the post orgasmic haze. 

And Wonwoo fares no better - fingertips digging into your skin as he rides out his high. 

“Oh... fuck.” 

When you come to, it doesn’t even fully process to you what’d happened.

“Sweetheart? Princess? Baby?” 

Wonwoo’s voice sounds muffled as you try to sit up, but he’s quick to slow you down as he sighs. “Ah, not--not so fast. You just passed out, I was... really scared for a second there, sweetheart.” He leans in close, checking your eyes before gently stroking your cheek. “Are you okay? Feeling faint? Does your head hurt? Or any part of you, really.” 

“I--I don’t even remember that happening... Just, you were cumming and then everything went... dark.” You shake the tension from your body - already noting that you were re-dressed in your panties and one of Wonwoo’s big shirts. “I... Well, I’m not drunk anymore?” 

He shakes his head as you laugh airily; trying to ease his nerves. “Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” The ‘baby’ makes your heart jump as you mumble a shy ‘mmhmm’ back. 

“Okay, now you really need to drink some water. I got you cleaned up while you were out and put you in some warm clothes. I’ll grab you something to eat from downstairs in a bit, I’m sure there’s boxes of pizza still down there.” Wonwoo grabs a water bottle from the nightstand, handing it to you as he sits by your side. “I haven’t even given you your actual gift and you already passed out once for the night.” 

Gently slapping his arm, you down half the water bottle before you pass it back to him. 

“Can I still have it or will it also make me pass out again?” 

This time, the two of you share a laugh as he gets up from the bed and walks over to his dresser to fetch a small box. “I mean, I guess it depends on how you see it?” 

He passes you the small box - slightly nervous when you start to inspect it. 

“You’re not trying to pull a Van Gogh moment with a cut off piece of ear or something are you?” Wonwoo laughs; loud and exaggerated. 

“Sadly not. But open it, I think you’ll like it.” 

You start opening the small box, pulling away the layers of printed tissue paper to reveal a set of two keys. “Keys?” 

“Mmhmm.” 

“To... The library?” 

Wonwoo snorts, doubling over in laughter as he slaps his leg. “N-no... A key for the frat house and a key... for my bedroom. So you can have access here whenever you want. Or need, really.” 

You’re taken by surprise as you dangle the keys in front of your face; cheeks warming up at the fact Wonwoo essentially gave you keys to his private space. “I--Wow, I--Wonwoo... This, wow... I don’t know what to say.” 

“Good or bad?” 

“G-good! Really really good but just... are you sure?” 

He nods back - shy eyes avoiding the way you stare at him. 

“I--I want to trust you more and I want you to trust me too. You don’t have to give me keys to your place or anything at all. I just want you to know that you have a place here if you want to study or just chill. I don’t have a big work load this semester so I’m in here a lot anyway. And let’s be real, we can’t alway mess around in the library, right?”

 He chuckles gently under his breath, “But we can play all we want in here.” 

You nod, mentally contemplating whether or not to do the same. 

I’ll think about it later, you tell yourself.

“What if wanna just sleep here with you, hmm? Nothin’ sexy.” You ask, twirling the keys around your finger. 

“You can do that. I’d like that actually. Why don’t we do that tonight, huh, baby? Stay the night and then we can go out for breakfast in the morning.”

Biting your lip, you place the keys back into the box before setting it on the nightstand. “I’d like that too.” 

Wonwoo gets up from the bed, dusting off his sweats before readjusting his glasses. 

“For now, I think you need to eat some cold pizza from downstairs. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay~”

[gotnofucks]

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Paring: dark!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: How were you to know who’s a monster, who’s a savior when they all hide behind a mask

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: violence, manipulation, dark themes, language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Aged up Peter Parker (obviously). No smut in here, even I surprised myself.

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You stared in the mirror, hands clammy as you tried to angle the phone right. The lightening was not perfect, and you twisted, trying to see if you’ll need to turn on the flash. Just as you thought you’d found your position, your phone chimed and you jumped. Clicking on the notification you opened your messages and found another text from the private number.

Be quick

Just above this was the text you’d received 20 minutes ago that had you running into the bathroom and taking your top and bra off within minutes.

Send me a pic of your right nipple

It had started a couple weeks ago with the kidnapping of your boyfriend, Sammy. You didn’t realize he had been kidnapped at first. He worked as a driver for a rich family and they took him away without preamble overnight for visits into next town. You only noticed something was strange when all your calls and texts remained unanswered for two days and you finally made a call to his employers to figure out if everything was okay. It was a shock to realize that the family was in town and hadn’t seen him for two days too. You had jumped into action, barely making sure you were appropriately dressed as you made your way to the police station to report a missing person’s report. You had parked down and were just about to open your door when the first message pinged. You almost didn’t check your phone, but the notification said private number, so you clicked on it. Your world came crashing down.

It was a picture of your boyfriend tied to a metal chair in what looked like a warehouse with blood caking his hairline and mouth gagged. Tears were streaming down his face and you covered your mouth in shock. Another message chimed, this one reading:

Don’t even think of going inside. Turn around and go back to your home

You had whipped your head around, looking out of the window with terrified eyes as you tried to see anyone who looked suspicious or was paying attention to you. Nothing struck you out of the ordinary and you were more determined than ever to go in and file a report when another message popped up.

Go home or I can send your precious lover’s head to you in a parcel

Maybe you should have gone inside, maybe you should have told someone. But when someone is holding a gun to the love of your life, you do what the fuck they say. Common sense doesn’t come into play. Last minute solutions don’t play in your mind. It was real life, not a movie. You drove back to your house in tears, hands trembling. Your boyfriend was not missing, he’d been taken by someone. The drive back home was a blur and you barely made it without hitting someone or yourself. You parked outside and entered your home, locking the door behind. The moment you were in, another text alert:

Good girl

You locked all the doors and windows, the curtains drawn shut. You sat down in the living you, finally finding the nerve to text back.

Who are you? What do you want?

You waited for a reply, your eyes darting around your house. Did the person have camera’s in your house or were you simply followed? Would they really hurt Sammy or was that an empty threat? Should you call his parents? Your parents? Your phone dinged and quickly swiped up to open the text.

I want you to send me picture of your little toe

What the fuck? This had to be some sort of a joke. You were shaking in fear and anger, your hand clutching the phone in a dead grip. You should have gone and made the complaint. It was dark outside now, but you’d go to the police station first thing tomorrow morning. To hell with this person, you will not be scared of them. You took a screenshot of the messages and made sure your house was secure before retiring to your room with a knife. Sleep came late and restless, your worry keeping you from having a sated sleep. Horrible scenarios ran across your mind, each worse than the last.

You woke up early and dressed up. You needed to be at the station as soon as possible, Sammy was in danger. Whoever had him seemed addled in the brain. You were just pouring your coffee in your travelling mug when the doorbell rang. Your heart beat in your throat, your body seizing up in terror. You got your knife from the kitchen, creeping to the door on all fours trying to make the least amount of noise as possible. You leaned up slightly to peep out the peephole and saw a delivery man. He looked normal enough, cranky from an early delivery. You cautiously opened the door a few inches, hiding the knife behind your back.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” He asked and you nodded. He held out a small parcel to you along with a form to sign. You opened the door a few more inches and quickly scribbled your name across the form, taking the parcel with tentative hands. The man walked away without a goodbye and you sighed. Not everyone was out there to get you.

You placed the parcel on the table. It held only the delivery receipt, no other marks on it. It was small, almost like a jewelry box. You looked at the time and thought to open it first. You didn’t wanna deal with sleep deprived officers who refuse to take you seriously at the station. Getting out you scissors you cut the brown paper off and opened the plain carboard box. Inside was a jewelry box like you had expected, but who would send this to you? There was no note and you opened the flap.

It fell out of your hands as you screamed, your hands rushing to your mouth in horror. The thing that had been perched inside like a ring rolled out and fell on the floor, resting at your feet. It was a little toe. A severed, human little toe. And if your hunch was right, you knew who it belonged to. Your phone chimed at that very moment and you swallowed back the bile in your throat when you swiped up.

Next time, listen. I have no trouble sending his head to you.

P.S. Drink that coffee, looks delicious. And be a good girl and forget about the police if you give a damn about your piece of shit boyfriend.

P.P.S I’ll like a pic of your pinky finger

You send him the pic with shaky hands, tears falling down your cheeks.

This is how it went for a few weeks, them asking for pictures of different body parts. Each with a threat of the same part being chopped off Sammy’s body if you don’t comply. Whoever they were, they didn’t call you and you couldn’t call them. You rarely texted, only asking if Sammy was okay and you’ll get vague texts in reply saying, ‘that depends on you’.

The pictures were seemingly innocent enough at first. Your fingers, your knee, your shoulder, hair braided, hair in a pony. But then they got dangerous. The inside of your things, your ass in a pink pair of panties, your nipples. You gave them what they wanted. As long as Sammy was okay, but you didn’t know how long you could continue this. Something had to be done

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You were probably making a big mistake, but you had no option. Police was out of question, but they weren’t the police. Not entirely.

The kidnapper could for some reason follow you everywhere, even look inside your home though you had scoured every corner and found no cameras. You needed people more powerful and they were the only ones who could help. You know they didn’t have time for something this small as they dealt with world endangering events, but you had to try. You entered the Avengers Tower, making your way to the front desk. The lady sitting behind looked kind enough, greeting you politely.

“Hello, how can I help you?” She asked with a practiced smile and you nervously smiled back.

“I uh, I want to make a complaint.” You winced as you said that, your eyes darting around. The lady however gave you a sympathetic smile, slipping you a form to fill.

“You can fill this one, but it may take a while to get to them. They can be very busy” She said, and you nodded, taking the form and going to sit on a couch to fill it out. You gave all the necessary information, adding in that you had picture proof. You hoped it reached someone here who could help, if not the avengers then someone from Shield. You got up to submit it when you bumped into somebody, making them drop their papers along with yours.

“Oh, I am so sorry” you apologized, bending down to gather their stuff as well as yours. A hand reached out to help and you looked up in the eyes of Sam Wilson. You blinked and then stammered another apology that he waved away. He got the papers from your hand, looking over and found your form.

“This yours miss?” He asked as he looked over the paper, his brow furrowing as he read on. You nodded and bit your lip. He turned it over and then looked back at you. “Do you have the picture evidence?” He asked tapping the paper and you nodded quickly. You showed him your phone, with the messages and pictures. He frowned, his handsome face pinched.

“Can you help me? They sent me his severed toe. For all I know he isn’t even alive now.” You croaked and Sam looked at you with kind eyes.

“Y/n, isn’t it?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, this looked very creepy and bad. I’ll take it up to the team okay? See if someone can spare sometime on it. Here, take my card. Call me if they approach you again.”

You almost sobbed with relief, glad that something seemingly good finally happened. You thanked him and pocketed his card, hoping you made the right call. It didn’t matter now anyway. You were in deep. Either the kidnappers find out and threaten you, possibly killing Sammy. Or they piss their pants and leave you the hell alone. You just wanted this to be over.

You returned to your flat with a lighter heart, having a full dinner after ages. You had the avengers on your case. The avengers. The guys who took down aliens and planet-wiping asshats. They will put an end to this, you were sure. You slept better that night too, heinous dreams not plaguing you for a change.

You went to work early that day. Usually your shift at the local clinic didn’t start until an hour later, but you were feeling hopeful. Helping people through the day by stitching their wounds or giving a kid a cartoon bandage took your mind off things. It was a smooth day, almost normal. No more texts from the kidnapper today and if Sammy were home, things would be perfect. You were only just leaving when another person walked in your station, a cut bleeding over their lip. You recognized the boy and gave him a reproachful look.

“Peter, again?” You groaned, your hands automatically reaching for the antiseptic wipes. He came in once every few weeks, battered from one thing or another. You were sure some gang was beating him up, but he never confided. He was your age, studying some cool physics stuff while you nursed here. He was a very regular patient.

“Hey Y/n, can you patch me up. Again.” He said, ruffling his hair awkwardly. You tended to him, being careful not to hurt him even though he barely flinched. He had tremendous pain tolerance and you didn’t wanna know how he built it up. He was a great guy, pretty cool and respectful.

“There you go, all done. Maybe listen to me for once and don’t do whatever it is you do.” You advised, and he sent you a bashful grin that you knew meant your words went in one ear and out of the other.

“Thanks. You look good today, happier. Something good happen?” He asked and you smiled a little.

“I think so. I’ll get to know soon enough. You look after yourself, mkay?” You say and pack up your stuff. You saw him lingering, feet shuffling around so you raised an eyebrow.

“Um, I was wondering if you’d wanna go out for a coffee or something?” He asked and now it was your turn to shuffle uneasily.

“Peter, I’m really flattered. But I’m in a relationship already.” You told him and saw him frown.

“You have a boyfriend?” He asked confused and you nodded. Sammy was still your boyfriend, regardless of everything. You weren’t going to go around dating behind his back. He will come home. You were sure he will. Peter’s face fell and before you could say something he nodded and left. You felt horrible, but you hoped he will come around.

You got a call from Sam right before you went to sleep.

“Hey, did the kidnappers contact you?” He asked and you said no. He hummed and spoke to someone in the background. “Can you come over to the tower tomorrow? We’ll have a look at your phone, try and track the number?”

You agreed to meet him there at noon and a smile spread on your face. Things seemed to be progressing. Maybe the kidnapper was too scared of the avengers to make any move. You hoped you’ll get Sammy back soon.

You reached the tower with ten minutes to spare. You had taken trouble dressing up today as you didn’t know if you’ll meet more avengers. It was a blessing to have them and you prayed things will turn out okay. Sam met you in the lobby, waving at you.

“Hey, come on up. We’ve got a tech team waiting” He said, and you followed him to the elevator. It seemed to rise up and up, and you got nervous. You were glad you hadn’t deleted anything from your phone but worried what they will say about it. You had after all sent nude pics to a stranger.

“Hey, don’t worry. It’s a safe space.” Sam promised you and you tried to force a smile.

You exited with him in what looked like a huge office space, with cabins and sleek furniture everywhere. He led you to the cabin at the end and held the door for you to enter. You took a step inside and almost stopped short. When Sam said tech team you didn’t know it would mean Black Widow and Tony Stark.

“Come on in, we don’t bite.” Tony teased you, waving you forward and you stumbled. They both shook your hands and offered you a seat where you sat gobsmacked. You kinda sat like a goldfish until manners and mobility returned and you greeted them with a high pitch hello.

“Hey kid, you don’t need to worry. We got a free day today and Wilson said a young lady needed saving. Romanoff loves the ladies you know.” Tony winked and Nat threw a stapler at him that he caught. You nervously smiled and then they got to business. You explained everything to them, showing them the texts and pictures.

“Hmm, it’s a private number. Let’s see if we can do something about it.” Nat said and connected your phone to her laptop, clattering away on the keys. As she did, her brows drew together and she huffed. “Oh, this one is good. Not good enough for me though.”

She kept at it for a few minutes and when her device beeped her mouth parted a little. She moved her head away and blinked before passing the laptop to Tony who looked baffled. He started his own clattering and you tensed. The laptop beeped again and just then the door opened. You looked up to see…a man wearing the spiderman mask.

“Hey kid, you know you can take that thing off in here.” Sam said.

“I’m good. I need to leave soon anyway.” The voice behind the mask said and it almost sounded familiar. He looked at you and waved and you returned the gesture. Of course, Spiderman’s identity was a secret. You were probably the reason he was wearing the mask in the first place.

“This doesn’t seem right.” Tony mused and he and Nat exchanged a look.

“What is it?” You asked and Sam echoed your question.

“Well, the signals of the phone trace back to this tower.” Tony answered and he seemed as bewildered as you.

“What? Like a shield agent? That would explain how they could spy on her without too much trouble.” Sam mused.

“You mind if I see Mr. Stark?” Spiderman asked and Tony passed the laptop to him, leaning back in his seat.

“I’ll have Friday run a scan all over the tower. We’ll have an identity soon. But damn, this is disturbing.” Tony said and you felt anticipation rise in you. You’ll have the name of the kidnapper soon, and after that Sammy can be home.

“Uh, Mr. Stark, something is going on here. I – I swear I didn’t do anything.” Spiderman called out in a panicked voice and Tony and Nat crowed around him.

“What the fuck? How did this happen?” Nat scowled, her face almost buried in the screen as Tony did whatever he did there. “This…this can’t just happen. Tony!”

They looked up at you genuinely confused as you stared back with wide eyes.

“It seems like someone just deleted all the data from the number, including the trace. That shouldn’t have been possible.” Nat explained and you willed your tears away. All the proof you had gathered was lost, including the only lead you’d had for months.

“Hey kid, don’t cry. We’ve got you, okay. We know its someone from inside the tower. We’ll keep a watch.” Tony assured you, patting your shoulder in a fatherly way. You sniffled and shifted in your seat, all the hopelessness coming back.

“I think someone should keep a watch with her.” Nat suggested. “Whoever they are, we know they are good. Must be some top shield agent. A stakeout at her place, that should clear shit up.”

The others nodded and you cringed. You didn’t want to trouble them or have your privacy invaded this way, but if that was what it took to get Sammy back, you’ll be okay with it. So, you agreed.

“I’ll see if Wanda is free.” Sam suggested when Spiderman stood up and waved goodbye.

“Now wait here Wilson, we got our friendly neighborhood hero right here. Kid, you look after her. Your people skills are depressing and maybe you’ll cheer up a bit.” Tony said and you saw Spiderman wring out his hands.

“Mr. Stark, I’ve got college.”

“She’s got work.” Tony looked at you and you nodded. “See it will be perfect. Go on, pack an overnight.”

You gave out your address and went back home, aggressively cleaning before Spiderman arrived. You felt kinda bad for him since you knew he didn’t wanna be here, but well, job’s a job. He arrived just as you’d finished shoving your stuff under the bed and you opened the door to him still wearing the mask.

“Hey, make yourself at home. I’d give you a tour but its only one room, bathroom and kitchen.” You said awkwardly, his red face looking around.

“It’s chill. I’ll make my bed on the couch. You don’t need to worry. I’ll keep you safe.” He promised. His voice wasn’t very rough, and you thought he must be somewhere around your age.

“You can uh, take your mask off if you wanna. I swear I won’t tell anyone” You promised but he shook his head.

“I’m fine. Please, don’t bother. Go about your day as usual. I’ll make myself scarce.” He set his bag on the coffee table and took out his books. Some complicated physics stuff. Well, Tony Stark wouldn’t just have a stupid rookie in his team.

You and Spiderman (Seriously, you can just call me Erek Trapper) had a simple dinner. You knew he’d given you a fake name, probably just an anagram but you didn’t push him. You valued your privacy too. He wasn’t too much trouble, always polite and never in your way. Only once you found him in your doorway watching you sleep, but he very embarrassedly told you that he needed an extra pillow to sleep. You gave him one after which he didn’t appear again.

He stayed for a week before shit happened. You were alone at home when your phone buzzed. “Erek” was still not back from his classes and you were making dinner. You picked up your phone and almost dropped it in fright. A private number.

Such a silly dumb girl you are.

Another buzz

You’re not good at taking orders, are you? We’re gonna work on that

Buzz

And here I thought you cared about this pathetic boy

Buzz

I should have really sent you his whole leg instead of the toe

Buzz

Look in your kitchen drawer

You turned around, sweat running down your neck and tremors hit you as you pulled out your drawer. You screamed, bloody fingernails inside a cup greeting you. You stumbled back and your windows started rattling all at once. You sat huddled in the kitchen, screaming with your head between your legs as knocks echoed around your apartment, multiple doors and windows banging. You sniffed and suddenly looked across the hall where a fire burned in your room.

“No!” You couldn’t get up, frozen in shock. The doors kept banging, smoke filling the house and your lungs, blurring your vision. Your throat was hoarse and dry and you coughed, trying and failing to stand up with support of the counter. You knocked against the drawer, the cup of nails tumbling down over you making you flail and howl.

You crawled away on shaky feet, feeling more exhausted than ever. Your lungs burned and you coughed, losing feeling of your body. The door was banging louder than ever and you shut your ears, tears making their way down your face.

It opened with a bang, a man nearly flying inside and to your side. Cool hands gripped your face and tapped your cheeks, urging you to keep your eyes open. You were in his arms, being lifted outside from your home.

“Mr. Stark, no, I got there in time. Yes sir. Taking her with me. Bring her to the tower? Yes sir. She’s okay – I don’t know. Maybe. Yes. Gonna be swinging with her.” He spoke to someone.

Air rushed against you and you barely opened your eyes before shutting them again. You were flying from building to building, only one arm around you keeping you safe. You hugged him tight, pressing your face into his neck.

“We’re almost there, Y/n. Damn it! I knew I should have controlled the drugs.”

You didn’t understand what he said and as the swinging motion grew frantic, your eyes shut.

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Beeping of a machine greeted you and your eyes opened to the view of a hospital room. A tube was in your arm, a tv playing softly in the background. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and as your memories flooded you, you stood up. The beeping increased and a door opened to let in a man in middle age, with soft salt and pepper curls.

“Hey hey, its alright. You’re safe. You need to lay down.” He said. He looked so familiar and your eyes widened as you recognized him as Dr. Bruce Banner.

“I – what happened?” You asked. Before he could answer, Spiderman walked in and took the seat by your bed.

“I’ll let you guys talk. I’m going to be with Tony, Pete. Call me if you need something. And for god’s sake, take this goddamn mask off.” Bruce chided and left.

You looked at Spiderman who slowly took off his mask and your mouth dropped open. These brown eyes and hair.

“Peter?” You gasped and he nodded, abashed.

“I’m sorry I had to hide like this. I was going to let you know.” He explained. His eyes widened like he really really wanted you to understand.

“You’re Spiderman? So that’s where you got all those cuts from” You said, and he nodded. You raked a hand through your hair and winced when they tangled in some knots. “Thank you, Peter, for saving me. The fire, I – I don’t know what happened.”

Peter took your hands in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles. You frowned, trying to take your hand away but he resisted.

“Of course, I saved you. Sammy would have killed you otherwise.” He remarked and you started.

“Sammy? He’s here?” You almost jumped out the bed and Peter pushed down on your shoulder.

“Y/n, you don’t understand. Sammy was the kidnapper. He…he faked it.”

Peter was speaking but not making any sense. Why the hell would Sammy do that? You saw his bloodied pictures, you saw his torn off toe and fingernails.

“You’re mistaken.” You whisper but Peter shook his head.

“No, of course you’ll believe that. Sammy worked as a temp here last year. He got into Shield’s database and has been using that information to torture you. He faked it darling.” Peter said and pressed another kiss on your hand.

“That’s a lie. He never worked here! He was working for a family downtown!” You shouted and Peter nodded at you.

“Yes, but Friday’s data can be manipulated, and people paid off. They will never testify to knowing him.”

It took you a ridiculously long time to come to terms with what Peter said. His fingers were caressing up and down your arm, lips pressing soft kisses on your palm and wrist. You tried to wiggle it free, but he squeezed hard and you cried out.

“Don’t struggle, I don’t wanna hurt you anymore. I almost added too much hallucinogen to the smoke. You really scared me baby. Don’t do that again.” He scolded you and your eyes brimmed with tears. He wiped them away, cupping your cheek and you turned your face away.

“You?”

Peter nodded, his other hand playing with your hair.

“You were always so sweet Y/n. So nice to me, never asking too many questions. Being kind to me when I was beaten up. I have wanted you for months but then you kept talking to your friends about Sammy and it made me so sad. So, I took him away, kidnapped him. I tried to give you a closure, stage it properly. I would have killed him and sent you a picture, consoled you after his death. I asked you out, remember, and you still turned me down. But then you came here, to Mr. Stark. That day I barely managed to corrupt the filed on his laptop, they were so close to finding me. And well, I didn’t even have to manipulate him into sending me at your place. That worked out so smooth. Now, all the evidence is in play. Sammy will be indicted for conspiracy and attempt to murder. And you and me, we can be together.”

You opened your mouth to shout and his hand was promptly there, blocking all sound.

“Shh, don’t baby. I know you’re scared. I know. But Sammy is still with me. I can do anything. Right now, I’ve only cut off a toe and his nails. He’s still breathing. I think he’ll have a way better life in prison than in a grave, yeah?”

Peter leaned down and kissed your tears away, and when he removed his hands only sobs escaped your mouth. He cupped your face, looking so kind you doubted if whatever he said actually happened.

“No one will come between us. You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours.”

He pressed his lips to yours and you closed your eyes in surrender.

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Love Is Worth It Episode V - We Got The Pandemic Blues Under a New York City Skyline

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: straight fluff, cursing, implied smut.

Word Count: 3485

Summary: What happens in NYC stays in NYC!

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June 13th, 2020

Being with Chris had its many perks but not working was definitely one Maya never wanted to take advantage of.

When Chris first brought it up when they got engaged she looked at him like he had two heads and said “I worked to hard put myself through school to get these expensive ass letters behind my name to just stay my ass at home” and that was the last time they had that conversation.

But fast forward to 2020 If you told Maya that she would have to close both of her dermatology offices in the middle of award season a few months ago she would have laughed at you.

She just couldn’t see herself not working because she loved what she does, but with both New York and Boston putting in place stay at home orders there’s nothing she could do.

It didn't help that it was only Maya in Boston dealing with work and all that entails, Delilah's up in the air school situation, and a whole hoax of things while Chris was in L A being as supportive of a husband and father as he could be on the other side of the country.

At least Dodger was being pretty normal.

Thanks to Chris's family for being so helpful where they could because for a minute Maya felt like she was beginning to drown.

This saga starts with the beginning of the pandemic.

January was chill there were whispers that there was a deadly pandemic on the horizon but no one took it seriously.

February Chris had left at the beginning of the month to LA to promote his new show Defending Jacob and it wasn't like anything out of the ordinary the couple worked, and called each other daily.

Chris told her he'd have to be there through March but would be home in time for Maya's birthday in April.

Her lawsuit against Boston PD was settled out of court for an undisclosed amount that was donated to charity and trust me that lawsuit cost them a pretty penny because Chris was threatening to go to the press and Boston PD did not need anymore negative press.

After finding out that the older officer already had many reports against him for abuse of power he was "let go" by Boston PD and the other officer was demoted to desk duty and sent Maya an apology letter for his actions

She thinks he only did it because her husband is Chris Evans but she tries not to be a cynic.

In mid March with her offices were forced to close and the lives of her twenty employees were in her hands, but sin there was no money coming in she had to regrettably furlough all of them until she could open back up.

This news could come at a worse time because Lilah's school was trying to transition them to online learning for the rest of the year.

So Maya now had to also be her home school teacher for the last 2 months before summer vacation .

Maya does feel blessed because she was still able to teach some derm online classes through NYU, and her family was healthy but Chris still wasn't home.

Because of travel restrictions in LA on April 1st Maya found out that the earliest Chris could be home was in possibly July or Mid June if they are lucky because he need to start filming for Grey Man that was set in Boston.

Then rumors started to swirl that Chris could be cheating on Maya but

She doesn't play that and isn't a dummy

Chris isn't stupid and

He's been in their home in LA quarenting with his brother Scott the whole time so if some foul shit did happen she would be the first one to know and on the first jet smoking to beat some ass.

But hey when it rains it pours.

In interviews Chris would say he was "quartining with his family at home in Boston."

They would try to make the spaces look just like Chris and Maya's homebase in Boston even going as far as strategically moving photos of them in the background to make it look like his office at home.

And it actually work most people thought Chris was in Boston anyways and it was all gossip the others thought he went back home to clean up this mess.

But nope Chris was not in Boston he was 2,764 miles away and this time it all just felt different and he hated not being able to be there with them during this crazy uncertain time and Maya just needed a vacation.

In April Maya and Delilah just had dinner at the house for her birthday they facetimed Chris and once Liliah had gone to bed Chris and Maya had sexytime over the phone.

The rest of the month Maya just went with the flow and did the same through June.

Now we are all caught up and in the present day.

It's Chris's 39th birthday but he was still in LA.

Maya stayed up to call him at midnight in LA because that was their tradition but now it was about 12pm and Chris has not picked up any of her phone calls Maya was annoyed.

Maya and Delilah sat in the Den as Maya was detangling Delilah's freshly washed hair getting ready to put her curly hair into braids as Mulan played on the tv in front of them.

"Mommy can I call dad it's his birthday and I haven't got to talk to him today. Lilah says playing with Maya's phone.

"Go ahead sweetheart maybe you'll have better luck them me." said Maya as she sectioned Lilah's hair.

As the facetime ringtone went Dodger who was laying in his dog bed next to Lilah began to bark and then he ran for the front door Maya looked that way but didn't see anything since the alarm didn't go off either which she found strange.

She shrugged it off only for a second until she heard a bag hit the ground as she quickly stood up the only thought in her head was to protect Delilah helping her to hide under the couch.

As the person entered their den Dodger continued to bark and she grabbed a pair hair scissors about to attack the intruder until she saw his face and exhaled the breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"CHRIS you scared the shit out of me" she said before he could say anything.

He laughed "Baby I didn't mean to scare you" Chris said

Lilah screamed and crawled from under the couch.

"daddy, daddy, daddy I missed you and Happy Birthday." Lilah said running into Chris's arm.

"I missed you to babycakes you been taking care of mommy for me" Chris said holding Lilah and walking towards a still shocked Maya.

He kissed Maya's forehead trying to pull her into a hug but she rolled her eyes and pushed his hand away.

"Chris i thought you weren't coming home till July" Maya asked

Chris shrugged "plans change now are you gonna come and give daddy a kiss you what"

He said flopping on the couch with Lilah on his lap.

Mays sucked her teeth peeked his lips and told Lilah to come so she could finish her hair.

Her saltiness cause Chris to laugh as Lilah moved over to her mom.

They were sitting on the same couch so Chris bent over and began to whisper in her ear. "Stop acting like that baby I wanted to surprise you"

Maya gave minimal response and Chris didn't like that so then he brought heat.

When he walked Maya had on a beige short set the top was fairly tin and the shorts barely covered her ass, he could see her nipples stand at attention on her delicious breast when walked.

It's been 3 months since he's had sex with his wife and boy can he feel it. He gave her tigh a firm squeeze now pecking her spot behind her ear forcing Maya to stop mid greasing Lilah's scalp to take a deep breath.

"if you stop acting up tonight I'll do that thing with my tongue that you like if not daddy won't be letting you cum at all tonight.

Chris said moving his body back to his original position smirking at his shooken up wife whose attitude did a 180 quick, fast and in a hurry.

Chris was no home and with his girls and he couldn’t be any happier.

After braiding Delilah's hair Maya went and they dropped her off at Chris’s moms which was a fight in itself because she wanted to stay with her daddy but Maya had other plans.

The original plan was to take Chris out of the country for his birthday but plans change.

Before Chris showed up today Maya had nothing planned for Chris's birthday because he was not suppose to be home they were just going to the same thing they did for her birthday.

On there way back home my had an idea with there hands intertwined Maya began to speak.

“So birthday boy what do you want to do for your birthday” Maya asked

“You know I don’t care as long as I’m with you my love” Chris said kissing her hand.

Maya giggled “Well we’ve dropped Dede at your moms and Scott said he could take Dodger”

She states looking at the puppy through the rear view mirror as Chris began to rub is thumb over her knuckles.

“It seems you already have a plan for us babe” he smirks

“I know you are just getting home but how about we drop Dodger off and I was thinking maybe drive to New York, I need to get out of Boston and have a bit of a staycation”. She said.

Chris chuckled and looked at Maya as the stopped at the red light.

“Wherever you lead I’ll follow. He said

“You are so corny old man” Maya laughed as she leaned over and peek his sweet lips.

They continued their drive to Scotts and talked enjoying eachothers company for the first time in a while, they were so wrapped up in each other that Dodger had to bark to remind Chris he was about to pass Scoots house .

Maya laughed at the puppy then pet him telling him how good of a dog he is.

“Alright birthday boy Scott has Dodger now let's switch its my turn to drive you around” She said.

They headed home to pick up a few things and then The Evans were off and headed for there trip.

After the 3 and 1/2 hour drive they got to New York and the barren streets shocked them.

They are staying in there penthouse apartment on the upper east side that over looks Central Park and New York's famous skyline.

Before settling in Maya decided to get groceries once she got back Jazz played softly in her ears as the punchy aroma of the candle Slow Burn hit her nose.

“Hey Chris I'm back” she called out to him.

She was met without a response just the smooth stylings of Frank Sinatra.

Maya put the groceries in the kitchen and headed to their master bedroom.

Kicking her shoes off and following the rose petals into the bathroom that revealed Chris who sat in all his glory in the pink tinted bathtub.

Apparently he did not hear her as his eyes stayed closed and his arms outstretched.

And all Maya could do was admire the greek god that was her husband.

His long wingspan encompassed the entire back of the tub as his strong biceps would flex ever deep breath he took. And don't to get Maya started on those baby blues which were one of the only things Lilah did not get from Chris. Those same blue eyes were now looking straight at her.

“I was hoping you’d be back soon” he said

Raising his head to look at his goddess of a wife smirking at him.

“So I’m guessing you would like me to join you?” She asked

Maya teased him as she began to slowly remove her clothes.

“Hey aren’t I the birthday boy that shouldn’t even be a question Maya so you better bring your sexy ass in here” Chris said to her as his arms still laid on the back of the tub looking like a king”

Maya stepped in with Chris’s help the warm water encapsulating her body as she sinks down.

She sighs in satisfaction when her body is finally completely in the water as she lays into Chris’s embrace.

They just sit there and enjoy each other company, washing the dirt off of each other from the day, and stealing kisses from one another.

Maya and Chris were that couple you loved to hate they didn’t show off their love that much with Chris’s anxiety and Maya’s destain for public scrutiny because she’s black woman with a man of Chris stature, PDA was mostly off the table. However behind closed doors they are the cutest most intimate couple you’d ever meet.

Once she was clean from her road dirt Maya left the water first placing a kiss on Chris’s lips as she headed to start dinner and Chris laid back and continued to relax.

Once Chris finally got out the bath he found Maya in the kitchen halfway finished with dinner.

“Jesus babe it smells fantastic in here and I see you changed the music” Chris said

He was now fully dressed in a blue t-shit in matching joggers, his hair damp from the bath as Lauryn Hill's rendition of Can't Take My Eyes off of You played in the background.

She chuckled “only the best for you my king”

"Mhm I like the sound of that" He said as he went in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of white wine and poured them both a glass.

She was at the counter cutting up veggies.

“Ok so how long do I have wait before I can devour all this?” he asked placing the glass in front of Maya.

They took their first cheers of the night tapping the glasses together.

Maya took a sip and moan at the taste of the wine.

“Soon Chris don’t stress it babe you will be fed very soon” she said.

Her hips began to sway to the music as she hummed along.

At long last, love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive

Chris walked up behind her wrapping her arms around waist swaying with her body and catching the rhythm.

You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you

Moving her hair to her left shoulder Chris begins to kiss her neck.

"Remember when we first bought this place." Chris asked

"Yes you didn't want to you said my place in Brooklyn was enough for us" Maya said putting the knife down and melted into Chris's strong arms.

"Mmm but you did an excellent job at convincing me why we need this place, 3 bedrooms right in the Heart of the city just for times likes these when want to get away." Chris said with his arms still wrapped around her.

She laughed "I thought it was because you fucked me against the balcony on our terrace is why you said yes"

He smirked at the memory "well that to"

Chris sucked on her neck and moved his down her satin dress but the timer on the pot decided to be a cock block and go off before he could make a move.

He groaned and Maya laughed directed him to get ready to eat.

Just as the food was finishing up Chris set the dining table for two, taking the rest of the flowers from his bath laying them out between the kitchen and there Terrence where they were having dinner overlooking the city.

It was a beautiful night. There was a soft breeze and the city was a glow quieter that usual but still a sight to behold.

Maya brought out the food as Chris poured them another glass, they both sat prayed then rose their glasses to cheers again.

During dinner Chris made some corny jokes that always seemed to put Maya in a better mood as Maya would slyly rub her foot up Chris’s pant leg.

Next came dessert still out on the terrace they shared a slice of cake (more like Maya fed Chris cake) which is how she ended up in his lap enjoying the very expensive yet immaculate view they had from their home.

He rubbed her thigh as he kisses her shoulder just thinking of the fastest way to get Maya out of her dress.

"god you are beautiful" Chris said

His hand now playing with the trim of her panties under her strappy white satin dress.

"Oh no birthday boy you not fucking me out here tonight you gotta come inside for your last present" Maya said.

Chris groaned Maya got up seductively waking back inside her curves just begging him to follow her

“This woman Is going to be the death of me” Chris thought as he came back inside and closed the door that lead to the terrace.

Maya handed Chris his third and final glass of wine of the night.

He raised an eyebrow "Are you trying to get me drunk Mrs. Evans so you can have your way with me?" he asked.

Taking a sip from his glass he smacked Maya the ass and watched it move as she walked towards their living room.

She laughed "I wouldn't have to get you drunk to have my way with you Mr. Evans"

Their living room had floor to ceiling windows that overlook Chris's second favorite city, and that's where Maya stood wine glass in hand looking all the people that looked like ants. But all Chris could think about was how this woman fell for him.

She watched the scenery and he watched her but when that signature trumpet blew he remembered that the music was still playing and so did she.

Maya turned around to see Chris was watching her one hand in his pocket and the other still holding his wine, she made a face at him.

"What are you looking at me like that Chris, you ok?” she asked hand on her hip taking another drink from her glass.

The moon shined off her skin like she was in the sun, her white dress reminding him of their wedding day the way it hugged her figure.

Still speechless Chris walked up to her placing both of their glasses on the coffee table, he brushed her hair behind her ear and she moans nuzzling her head in his touch.

"Baby I am absolutely perfect because I am here with you" he says.

Chris softly pulls her by the waist bringing her flush against her body as raspy voice of Louis Armstrong in Le Vie En Rose brought butterfly’s to Maya’s stomach because this was their song.

His hands lay softly on her waist as her arms lay around his shoulder as they dancer slowly around there living room.

Hold me close and hold me fast, The magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose.

His cologne sent waves of pleasure and warmth through her body, when Maya laid her head on his chest not wanting to let him go. As their heartbeat became in sync the moonlight casted their sillones on the ground.

They were two lovers who were lost in eachother hoping to never get out and wanting to hide from the world it felt new but familiar.

Once the song ended Chris kissed her so deep and and passionately Maya thought she was gonna cum then and there.

Chris's hands moved from their previously respectable position making circle on her hips to the bottom of her ass telling Maya to jump causing Maya wrap her chocolate legs around his waist.

As Chris walked he kept repeating how much he missed Maya so much while he was in LA.

They couldn’t even make it back to their bedroom for their first round of many.

And Maya was a goner as Chris made love to her all night in every corner of their apartment as the city watched as the couple were engulfed with each other.

But there was a little voice in the back of Maya's head "Well damn how are we going to top 40 next year" it asked.

The preoccupied side of her brain shooed hat thought away so she could just enjoy being with her man at this moment.

Thanking god there was no more space between them like the miles before.

[klbwriting]

Unexpected Allies - Chapter 13

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: this is mostly fluff with some revenge and soul searching

Note: I just really wanted some fluff and then it turned into some deep soul digging for Kaz

Taglist: @mcntsee​ @amwitherspoon​

Kaz could not stand how long his hair had gotten in the last 8 months.  It was brushing his shoulders and he hardly looked threatening.  And for what he was planning to do to the Dime Lion who had taken Y/N he needed to look threatening.  She had been back for a month now and the bastard who had turned her in was still in prison, supposedly awaiting a trial, but Kaz was pretty sure Mal was trying to think of something terrible to do to him.  He should leave that kind of planning up to Kaz, he knew what he was doing in that area.   "Oretsev we had a deal, either leadership comes up with a punishment for Harv or I do," Kaz said after finding out that yet another meeting had gone by and they were somehow still letting that traitorous asshole breathe.  Mal threw Kaz a look as several leadership members walked by them on their way out.   "Look Brekker, we need to come to an agreement, all of the leaders or nothing happens, he remains in his cell," Mal said loud enough for the other leaders to hear.  Once they had walked further away, he leaned close and put an arm around Kaz.  Kaz shoved it off and glared.  "Tonight, let him out of the cell, tell him to run...we'll let him think he's safe, I already let slip about the hunters' hut outside of the gates, then you can have your fun alright?"  Kaz looked a little surprised. "I didn't picture you as a thug Oretsev," he said, looking a little proud.  Mal just shrugged. "People need to stop trying to kill my family," he said before turning to walk away.  Kaz watched him for a moment, thinking that maybe he would turn Mal into a thug yet.  Then he caught sight of his hair in a pot hanging on a drying wire and snarled.  This needed fixed.  He stalked around until he found scissors and a mirror and went back to his tent, getting ready to take of it himself.  In Ketterdam he had a Dreg do it, all the while making sure to close his eyes and picture himself anywhere but there.  Now he would just have to figure it out on his own.   The tent flap opened and Y/N wandered in but stopped when she saw him shirtless, holding up a mirror with one hand and scissors in the other.  Kaz froze and looked at her.  She smiled and shook her head, walking over and setting up the mirror on the small table in the room.   "Let me," she said, motioning for him to sit in the chair.  He sat down and handed her the scissors.  "Let me know..." "I will," Kaz said, finishing the sentence.  He sat there as she started cutting, not minding at all when she touched his shoulders or his back.  "I'm going to be busy tonight."  He didn't want to tell her what he was planning even though she knew he was capable of terrible things.  He somehow thought if she saw him in that way, committing the horrors he was so well practiced at, that it would change how she looked at him and he loved how she looked at him.  He was silent for a long time just watching her trim his hair, getting him back to the old Kaz, the Ketterdam Kaz Brekker.   "I wrote you a song when I was in prison," she said suddenly.  He started to turn his head but she stopped him and gently made him look forward again.   "You were in prison, cuffed to the ceiling, and you wrote me a song?" he asked, dumbfounded.  He was once again flattered but not sure how she had even thought about him.   "I had to do something to stop thinking about what was happening to me there," she said.  "You were the one thing that kept me going.  Do you want to hear it?" "Is  it finished?" he asked.  She nodded and cleared her throat.

"Can I tell you something just between you and me? When I hear your voice, I know I'm finally free Every single word is perfect as it can be And I need you here with me When you lift me up, I know that I'll never fall I can speak to you by saying nothing at all Every single time, I find it harder to breathe 'Cause I need you here with me"

Kaz just listened, watching her in the mirror.   Y/N from the start had been honest with him, opened herself up to him.  For most people that would have been their downfall, he could use their shame against them to get whatever he wanted, but not with her.  When she spoke her secrets they didn't seem to make her weak, they made her stronger, something he had never seen before.  He knew he had kept her at a distance like everyone else.  She didn't really know him, not really.  She knew the Kaz that he chose to show her and maybe it was time for her to know everything.  Why was he hiding anything from her anyway?  Once she finished her song he stared at her.   "My name isn't Kaz Brekker," he said softly.  She looked at him, not surprised, she had probably figured out that his name was fake, but expectant.  She had hoped this would happen, been waiting patiently for him to truly accept her the way she accepted him.  He took a deep breath.  "My name is Kaz Rietveld, when I was 9 my father died and my big brother Jordie went to Ketterdam..."  She went back to cutting his hair, listening as he told her everything, every single detail he could remember, about Jordie, about what Rollins did to them, about becoming one of the Dregs, everything.  She listened quietly, finished his hair at some point during his story.  After he was finished she set down the scissors and leaned in, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind and just holding him.  She seemed to realize what she'd done after a moment and started to pull back, but he put up his hands, holding her in place and leaning to her.  She turned to look at him, face just inches from his and Kaz Brekker for the first time willingly kissed a girl.  His lips took hers gently, only for a few seconds before he needed to pull away.  He wasn't sick but he couldn't do more than that.  

Y/N had instantly regretted just grabbing onto Kaz like she had. She had wanted to give him some comfort after her told her his story but hadn't meant to force herself on him.  She started to pull back, expecting him to get up and walk away, needing some space.  When he instead held her there she was so happy she nearly cried.  She faced him, leaning to his shoulder when he looked at her.  As surprised as she was when he let her hold him she was less surprised when he kissed her.  She had seen the look and knew what he was going to do and she had known the feeling of his lips would make her melt.  What she didn't know what what he would say after. "I love you Y/N," he said softly.  She could tell the words sounded foreign to him, it wasn't something he had in a long time, if ever, but she knew he  meant them.  She smiled at him and kissed his forehead for a moment. "I love you too Kaz," she said, standing now and playing with his hair a little.  "I remember this is what you looked like when you first came into that prison."  He nodded, running his own hand through it.  "So tonight, after you're done being busy are we meeting at the stream."  He looked at her surprised.  She knew at least a little of what he planned.  He had been grumbling about killing Harv since they returned and yet hadn't had the opportunity.  Then she saw him and Mal talking after the meeting and knew some kind of deal had been struck.   "Am I that transparent to you?" he asked.  She nodded. "Yes, we live together in the same tent, and I listen to every word you say," she answered.  She sat on her cot and he looked at the distance between them.   "Can you push those together while I'm gone?" he asked.  She smiled and nodded.  

At 11 bells Kaz unlocked the cell Harv was in.  He opened the door, moved to the shadows and threw in a rock that hit Harv in the face.  The man sat up, ready to fight but would see nothing but an open cell.  He must have thought it was his lucky day, if only he knew that a demon was waiting on the other side for him.  He left quickly and Kaz took his time following, one of his knives dancing in his hand.  Harv went into the hunters' hut, expecting to sleep there before moving on most likely.  All he would get inside there was being shown the same treatment as his boss Rollins.  Only this time no one would find his body.   After it was done Kaz once again vomited, just like with Rollins.  He was still amazed that earlier that day that he had kissed Y/N but now he couldn't stomach having touched Harv.  Of course, having to move a dead body had brought back horrific memories for him that he was having a hard time stamping down.  He tried to calm down as he headed towards the stream to meet Y/N.  She was waiting for him on the side and he stripped, climbing into the water.  She walked over, moving to help clean him but he shook his head, pushing her hands away. "What do you need me to do?" she asked him, seeing his hollowed eyes.   "Just, sit on the shore and be quiet," he snapped.  He regretted the way he talked to her but he was frayed, he had pushed himself too much.  He got cocky, thinking he was cured of his disease but it had just come rushing back, reminded him of how broken he was.   Y/N didn't say anything, just did as he asked, going and sitting down.  She waited quietly as he scrubbed his skin raw and dressed again, sitting several feet away from her. "How bad was it?" she asked finally, the quiet feeling too strained between them. "I thought you fixed me, turns out I'm never going to be fixed," he said, picking up some pebbles and throwing them in the stream.  "How can you even stand me?  I don't do anything for anyone but myself, I can never be what you want..." "Don't tell me what I want Kaz.  I can handle your mood swings, your issues with touch, your secrets, but what I will not tolerate is you sitting there and trying to tell me what I want!  I am so tired of men telling me what I should want and who I should be with," she said.  Kaz was struck by her tone.  She had never been this angry with him.  "I spent a month being tormented, the only reason I wasn't ruined entirely is the Darkling supposedly has a plan for me, he's decided my future now that he knows what my abilities are and I will not have you trying to plan my future too." "How do you know you won't get tired of this?  Of me and my issues?  My secrets?" he demanded.   "Because I know my heart Kaz, it is broken beyond belief, I have only known loss since I was a child and as much as you think that I am so well adjusted and full of happiness you have no idea how deep this emptiness inside me is, how much of a shattered person I am.  We are both broken Kaz but we do not need to be fixed," she said.  Kaz stood up slowly and for a moment he thought about walking away from her, but he knew he couldn't.  She was right, they were broken beyond repair, but together maybe they could piece themselves together into something new.  He walked over to her and offered her his hand.  She took it and stood, walking back to the encampment together.  That night they slept close, holding hands the entire night.

[kookiesjoonies]

risk it — jjk | nine.

risk it | nine: one more chance.

a/n: i know this update is kinda late, pls forgive me. xo 

↠ main pairing: tattoo artist!jungkook x salon owner!reader

↠ side ships: namjin, vmin (fwb), hoseok x makeup artist!oc

↠ word count: 2.1k

↠ warnings: angst (duh lol), language 

SERIES SUMMARY:

✧ a drunken text ends with you wrapped up in the arms of your ex-boyfriend. aka the man that you dumped two years prior, after he refused to marry you. suddenly, all of the feelings that you’d seemingly had buried come rushing back up to the surface, and you’re not sure how long you can ignore them.

Jungkook’s hands were gripped onto the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had begun to turn white. His lips were pursed, brows narrowed, and chest heaving with angry breaths as he drove toward your salon. 

He had half a mind to turn around and drive in the opposite direction— to your apartment, where Yoongi was, and pummel him into the ground until he was bruised and bloody from head to toe. 

But he wanted to see you more. He wanted to tell you exactly what he thought about you having sex with his ex best friend, and he wanted to know exactly what the two of you had done together. 

Ever since Taehyung had sent that fucking picture in the group chat, it was all he could think about. He kept imagining Yoongi’s hands traveling up and down your body, Yoongi’s mouth trailing down your stomach, and every time he’d envision Yoongi fucking you into your mattress all he saw was red. 

When he finally pulled into a parking spot outside of the front door, he took a deep breath and ran the palms of his hands down his face in an attempt to mentally prepare himself for what was to come. 

The sign above the door read Kookie Cutters, and he couldn’t help but to shake his head as memories of the two of you together flooded back in. 

He was lying next to you on your shared bed, one hand mindlessly on your breast (as it always seemed to be), while his other hand held the television remote. 

You’d been trying to come up with a name for your business all afternoon, and at first, he was eager to help. But after you shot down all fifty of his suggestions, he’d resorted to just nodding and grunting as he let you ramble on. 

 “I want the name to be something unique, yet personal. Something that nobody else has thought of.” 

He nodded his head in agreement, attention more focused on the soccer game in front of him than on your words. 

You rolled your eyes, plucking a pillow from behind his head and swatting him with it. 

“Hey! I was listening!” He insisted, swatting your attack away with his hands. 

“Uh huh, so what did I say?” You lifted a brow, hands on your hips. 

He smirked at your newfound attitude, always finding it so adorable and endearing. 

“Alright, alright. You caught me.” He admitted, to which you let out an annoyed sounding huff. 

“Kook! This is important!” your eyes lit up then, a theoretical lightbulb switching on above your head, “Wait, that’s it! I’ve got the name!” 

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Jungkook teased, and you playfully punched his shoulder. 

“Kookie Cutters, but… spelled like your name.” You visibly blushed as you told him your suggestion, and he was sure you were the cutest person he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Sounds good to me.”

Jungkook inhaled one final deep breath before wrapping his hand around the door handle and opening it up, stepping inside of the decently sized building. 

He was immediately greeted with the smell of bleach and hairspray, the sound of gossiping hairdressers and clients buzzing through his ears. 

The place had grown impressively since the last time he’d been. You’d obviously hired more help, as well as made several renovations to the store’s overall aesthetic. The walls that used to be the ugliest shade of puke green were now a stylish cool toned grey, and the once tile floors had been replaced with dark rustic hardwood. You’d replaced the cheap light fixtures with spectacular chandeliers, and the waiting area that used to have a sofa and a small tv now housed several chairs and two wall mounted flat screens.

It suited the place, he thought. It suited you. 

“You look lost.” A feminine voice pulled him out of his trance, and he turned to face none other than Lee Mina. 

He offered her a small shrug, his eyes still looking the place over and attempting to catch sight of anything he might’ve missed. 

“Just impressed, is all. Looks a lot different than it did two years ago. Well, I mean, other than the name.” 

“You’re a cocky son of a bitch, you know that?” The brunette crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her toes on the floor below, exuding annoyance from every single one of her pores. 

“I’ve been told that a time or two, yeah.” He confessed, looking past her and scanning the other women in the salon— looking for you. 

“She’s in her office,” Mina informed, “but I highly doubt she wants to see you.” 

“I told her I was on my way here.” 

“Awfully bold of you to come into a place filled to the brim with scissors and bleach, don’t you think?” Mina held a bite to her voice that damn near sent shivers down the man’s spine. 

Luckily, you finally made an appearance and stood beside your hard headed friend. 

“Down, girl,” you placed a hand on her shoulder, nodding toward the waiting area, “you’ve got a client, no time for poisoning my ex boyfriend.” 

“Trust me,” she started, shooting a death glare in Jungkook’s direction as she began to walk away, “I can make time.” 

Jungkook was sure that if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under right now. 

“She doesn’t like me, does she?” 

You scoffed, hands on your hips.

“Can you blame her?” 

No, he couldn’t. 

He sighed, rubbing nervously at the back of his neck, “Can we go somewhere and talk?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, we can go into my office. Follow me.” 

He did as he was told, keeping a safe distance between the two of you as he walked behind you. 

“I like what you’ve done with the place, by the way.” 

You mumbled a thank you as you opened up your wooden office door, stepping aside and gesturing him to go in before you. 

Your office was just as impressive as the main space, but Jungkook could tell that you’d taken the time to make this room more personal. Pictures of you and your friends hung on the wall behind where your glass desk was sat, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t upset him to see that there weren’t any pictures of you two. Not that he’d expected there to be. 

Apparently, you could see the way that his face seemed to fall at that realization, and you were quickly bumping his hip to turn his attention to the picture frame beside your laptop. 

It was a photo of you and Jungkook, around seventeen years old, he guessed. His hair was much shorter, and his skin had a lot less ink— as in, had no ink. Yours was the same way, bare and tattooless. Jungkook was kissing your cheek in the photo, and you were grinning from ear to ear with your metal braces on full display. 

He couldn’t help but to reach out and touch it, allowing his fingers to ghost over the picture as he reminisced about the past. You’d become his everything when the two of you were just sixteen, the typical high school sweethearts cliché. 

He shared his first kiss with you, and you shared yours with him. It was so bad— teeth clacking and tongues unsure of what to do. But eventually, the two of you figured it out. Together. 

Your first time having sex was even worse, because neither of you even managed to cum. Maybe you would’ve, if Jungkook’s mom hadn’t walked in in the middle of it and proceeded to give you the world’s longest speech about how she was too young for grandchildren. 

“Did you really think I’d have pictures of everyone else, but leave you out?” You asked, taking a step forward and leaning your back against the desk beside him. 

“Guess it shouldn’t shock me,” he shrugged, straightening his posture as he sat on the edge of the desk and allowed one leg to dangle down, “seeing as how I still have a picture of you on my station at the shop.” 

“You know,” he laughed, shaking his head, “I was so mad before I came here. Really, my blood was boiling. But as soon as I laid eyes on you—“ 

“Don’t,” you cut him off with a wave of your hand, “just say what you came here to say, Jungkook. 

You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were staring straight forward at the frames hanging on the wall in front of you. He could see the way they were glossed over, tears threatening to spill out at any moment. 

He’d made you cry so many times before, and every single time he did he felt like he was dying— like all of the air was being slowly sucked from his lungs. 

“Bug, don’t cry,” he stood in front of you instantly, his hands instinctively finding their way onto the sides of your face, “I just wanted to apologize, to tell you that I’m sorry for hurting you.” 

You closed your eyes, and to his surprise, leaned into his touch. He swiped his thumb across your cheekbone as a single tear fell down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You keep saying that,” you choked out, fully allowing the sobs to take over your body now, “but you don’t ever make any effort to stop doing it!” 

Your body began to shake, and you could no longer hold yourself up. The weight of everything that had happened recently, and in the past, was clearly getting to you. You fell against Jungkook’s chest as you continued to choke out pitiful sobs, and he used his strong arms to hold your body up to keep you from slipping to the ground. 

“I c-can’t do this anymore, Kook! I’m so in love with you that I feel it in every inch of my body, but all you seem to want to do is h-hurt me,” you continued to ramble, using the back of your hand to wipe at your nose, “and I know you don’t mean to sometimes. But sometimes y-you do! And I just— I miss you, I miss who you used to be. I miss the guy that loved me and treated me right when we were teenagers! I know he’s in there somewhere, so either dig deep and f-find him or stay the f-fuck out of my life because I—“ 

The sound of Jungkook’s own sobbing cut you off. He’d begun stroking your hair with his hand as he let you get everything out, but it wrecked him to know he was making you feel this way. 

“I’ll try and be better, I swear to God I will. You’re all I’ve ever fucking wanted, and I am so sorry for all the hurt and pain I’ve caused you. You deserve so much better than me,” he lifted your chin with his fingers so that his sad eyes could meet your own, “but if you’ll give me one more chance… I swear I’ll be the man that you need me to be.” 

He could tell that the gears of your mind were working in overdrive, weighing out the pros and cons of putting your trust in him again. He hoped with every fiber of his being that you would, because come hell or high water, he was going to prove to you that he was worth your love again. 

You lifted your hands up to meet his face, wiping his tears from his cheeks and tucking his long strands of hair behind his ears. 

“Okay. One more chance.” 

The sigh of relief that Jungkook breathed out could no doubt be heard from the other side of the world. He nodded once, taking in the fact that you’d actually agreed to have him in your life full time again, even on a trial basis. 

His forehead leaned against your own as he pulled you tighter against him, giving your body with the tightest embrace— scared that at any moment, you’d change your mind and run in the opposite direction. 

“I promise you won’t regret this, bug. I mean it, I—“ 

Jungkook was cut off by Mina swinging open the door to your office and announcing your presence with her seemingly always excited, high pitched voice. 

“Oh, my God! I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt, it’s just— uhm,” she was stammering awkwardly, and speaking way too quickly, “Yn, you uhm… have a client. She’s waiting for you.” 

You gave her a quick nod, letting her know that you’d be out in just a minute as you wiped at the mascara running under your eyes. 

“Call me later?” you asked, finally breaking away from your ex lover’s hold, “We have a lot more to talk about.” 

“Sure thing.” 

As you turned to exit the room, you stood up on the tips of your toes and placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder before allowing your lips to peck a kiss to his cheek. 

“Get home safe, Kook.” 

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[ponds-puddle]

Threats ~{Shinsou}~ (6/??)

words: 1404

Hey guys! Sorry this took so long. Some of you may have seen that post that I made about my dog, and I'm thankful to say that she was able to get her surgery and she (as of yesterday) is fully recovered and happy. Thank you guys so much for waiting! Here's part 6!

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“If you do not put that down right now I will throw this at you,” you threatened Shinsou from across the island in your kitchen. He was on the opposite side holding your journal. He laughed maniacally, waving the little book around. In all honesty he had no intention to read it. He picked it up while cleaning off the table and loved the way you dove at him in an attempt to get it away from him. After a ten minute chase around the island, you settled on opposite sides with your choice of weapons. His was your book and yours… Well yours was a flower vase.

“You’re so violent!” he laughed loudly, acting as if he wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Though after seeing the sheer determination and force of your dive to get it away from him, he was actually slightly scared you’d throw it.

“And you’re annoying! Put it down!”

“Or what?” he teased.

“This vase is made out of granite, wanna test me?”

Shinsou thought for a moment, looking between you and the vase. After a second he slowly placed the book on the counter and threw his hands up in surrender.

“God,” he laughed as you snatched the book like a crazed goblin, “You’re kinda terrifying.”

“Yeah and don’t forget it,” you threatened as you walked to your room to hide the book.

When you returned to the kitchen, Shinsou was delicately chopping ingredients for the dinner the two of you had bought. It had become a sort of tradition now. Every week you would go out to get groceries and Shinsou would accompany you. Afterwards you would hole up in your house, cooking and binging shows. The two of you would play a round of rock/paper/scissors to see who would have the honors of picking the show. This has been going on for three weeks now and Shinsou never got to pick a show. Though you suspect that he’s losing on purpose. He likes The Vampire Diaries, he just won’t admit it.

“What’s so secret about that book?” he asked you without looking up.

You made a face at him, one that screamed “did you get dropped as a baby?”

“I went through all of that and you think that I’m gonna come out here and tell you exactly what I was trying to keep you from reading?”

Shinsou stopped chopping and looked up at you, “One, attitude. Two, you’re right.”

“Exa-”

“So I’ll just guess.”

“No,” you deadpanned.

“Your secret family recipes?”

Silence.

“A detailed list of everyone you’ve ever killed?”

“Woah that escalated, you weirdo.”

“Ah but I got an answer from that one!”

“Point taken, no more replies.”

You walked briskly to the sink to wash your hands, ignoring the multiple guesses Shinsou threw your way. All ranging from normal to “seriously what is wrong with you?”.

“Is it a detailed account of all the feelings you have for me?”

“Oh of course,” you snorted, “It starts with unadulterated anger.”

“OO! Big word!” Shinsou jokingly praised, poking his lip out with his puppy dog eyes, “They grow up so fast.”

“Don’t make me get the vase.”

Shinsou raised his hands in defeat, chuckling softly to himself.

“You’re such a toddler,” you laughed at him, going to stand beside him to help prep the ingredients.

“Well you’re the weird one for willingly hanging out with a toddler.”

“Excuse me,” you scoffed with offense, “Toddlers are cool as heck. At holidays I like to hang with them over the adults. I mean come on. It's either relationship drama and taxes or two little humans beating the shit out of each other and pretending to be dinosaurs. The choice is obvious, no?”

Shinsou bit back a smile and simply nodded, trying to mask his humor with a “sophisticated” tone, “Oh of course. No argument here.”

You smiled up at the tall boy, a playful smile on your lips. His eyes flickered down to yours, catching your attention completely. Cliche stars and cupid songs shot off in your head, but you were more concerned with the slight disarray of his hair. There was a single strand out of place, most likely from the fight earlier. You tried to hide your grimace at the cliche atmosphere that was surrounding you right now. But despite it, you bounced onto your tip-toes and reached for the hair, lightly moving it to it’s spot.

You tried to ignore the way you hear Shinou inhale when your fingertips brushed through your hair. You tried to ignore the burning sensation you felt from his lavender irises as they inspected every small feature of your face, painfully enjoying the fleeting moment of closeness you had created. But try as you might, you let your eyes flicker to his. You felt swirling in your stomach, like happy bubbles. It weirded you out to be honest.

“Don’t look at me like that when I’m holding a knife, Y/N,” Shinsou chuckled nervously, breaking eye contact instantly. You dropped back down off your toes, turning to your ingredients with a hushed tone, “Sorry you had a stray hair.”

During the show you were sitting criss-cross on the couch with Shinsou below you. He was slowly working on his bowl of food while you had finished yours forever ago. You always mock him about being a slow eater and he always replies the same.

“Maybe I’m trying to stay a little longer.”

That made no sense to you, he always stays even after eating. It’s normally until you pass out and he heads home. He’s a lot better at the whole insomnia thing than you are.

“Stefan annoys me,” Shinsou groaned pathetically, placing his bowl on the ground beside him. Nakoma eagerly ran towards it but was scooped up by the purple haired boy before she could get a taste. She wiggled angrily for a moment, but eventually settled into his arms.

“Why?” you snorted, used to his complaining over this show by now.

“He’s portrayed as some hero, right?”

“Well-”

“Well nothing,” he huffed sassily, “He’s not a hero. He’s a bad guy. And he’s over here fucking with Elena’s life which, in my opinion, makes him an even worse guy.”

“Well I don’t think Elena would even let him get away at this point. I mean she loves him, right? She doesn’t care about what he’s done.”

Shinsou turned and looked at you with a blank face, “Look at me in my eyes and tell me you’d date a mass murderer.”

You looked at Shinsou and smiled, “I’m not a Stefan girl, but if a mass murderer who looked like Damon Salvatore showed up, it would be all over. I’d go Harley Quinn in this bitch, no questions.”

“No question?”

“None.”

“You’re a mess, you know that?”

“Oh but you like that about me right?”

“I never said I liked you.”

You gasped dramatically, holding your hands over your heart, “That’s it, I’m broken.”

“You just admitted you’d date a mass murderer, I think you were broken before you met me.”

“Shinsou!” you yelled, “That’s it, you lost Nakoma privileges. Give her to me now.”

“No,” he scoffed, cuddling her sweetly, “She likes me better anyways.”

“Sir, I’m gonna ask you to leave if you don’t watch your mouth.”

Shinsou raised his eyebrows comically at you, a small smirk on his lips.

“Say it again,” he said in the most dramatic tone, eliciting a smile on your lips. You tried to bite it down but the way he just stared at you with the most teasing smile had you wanting to burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re demented.”

“You like that about me.”

“Who said I liked anything about you?”

“Your notebook.”

“You didn’t even read it!”

“Did I?”

The two of you stared each other down. For a moment you thought he had actually read it, but at the same time there was no way he could’ve, right?

“You didn’t.”

“Did I?”

“Did you?”

Shinsou shrugged, “I didn’t, but you definitely just gave away the fact you’ve written about me in it.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“Shut up and finish your food, jackass,” you finally huffed, crossing your arms angrily while turning to the show. Shinsou smiled at your blushing figure for a moment longer before turning back around to the show. He didn’t stop grinning until he left that night.

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[milkypompon]

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪 ℙ𝕥. 𝟚 | Bokuto x Reader SMUT

𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 | How would Bokuto react to a jealous Y/N?

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 | Some of y’all wanted to get deep down and nasty with Bokuto, so here we are… (I HAVEN’T FINISHED TAKING NOTES FOR MY CLASS YET I’M WRITING THIS)

[Warning: female parts used for reader, eating out, captain kink]

.・゜゜・ℙ𝕥. 𝟙 ・゜゜・．

After the whole situation with the wild pack of girls throwing themselves all over Bokuto, you and him walked to your house in silence.

The afternoon sun began to drag down the night sky, painting it with swirls of indigo and purple. Walking home took much longer than usual today because you dragged your feet along the way, which didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

Bokuto tilted his head towards your way and pursed his lips.

Your eyes were glued to the sight in front of you, refusing to meet his eyes.

“... Y/N” He whispered into your ear. After no reply he decided to try something else. Bokuto suddenly stepped in front of you, causing you to bump into him. Your breath hitched, his familiar scent tickling your nose before pulling back when you remembered the events of a few moments ago.

With your hands on Bokuto’s chest, you tried to push him away, but he quickly caught your wrists with his long fingers. His bright eyes burned holes into yours, slowly darkening as moments of empty words passed by. You chewed your bottom lip at the anticipation.

“Baby, stop giving me the silent treatment or I’ll treat you the same when we fuck tonight,” Bokuto said blatantly as he leaned in a little closer.

You noticed his lips grow agape just the slightest, but enough to feel his hot breath on your face. Being out here in the open, when any fans of his could hear Bokuto whispering such lewd words, made your thighs clench.

He saw this too of course. After all, owls have better vision at night.

“You wanna clench those thighs around my head as I eat ya out?” Bokuto held his gaze, refusing to break such intimate contact.

“I- yes…” You muttered under your breath.

“You gotta use that mouth of yours to make those words a little louder,” Bokuto smirked.

You were already frustrated from earlier, now this was just infuriating.

“I want you to use that fucking tongue and lap up every single drop of my juices, Captain” you said through gritted teeth.

“HEY! HEY! HEY!” He threw up his hands and shouted into the open sky.

That statement was enough to rile up Bokuto and to sling you over his shoulder with ease, despite the weight of his gym bag. He slapped your ass as if he was spiking down a volleyball, a yelp releasing from your lips.

-

With a soft thump, your bum hit Bokuto’s mattress, who had his back facing you as he pulled off his white undershirt tightly hugging the deep valleys of muscles running across his back. The results of his daily routine of lifting obviously paid off from the looks of the biceps bulging through his skin. Just looking at Bokuto’s forearms ornately decorated with a few strands of veins reaching to his hands made your stomach twist.

“You look more excited than me!” You giggled as you propped yourself up on the elbows.

“Well, let’s see about that when I stick my fingers in your pretty little pussy.” He raked his spiked hair back before eyeing you through his profile. “You wanna take off that skirt or do I have to do it myself?”

You returned his snarky question, “After what you did to me earlier, you should at least pay me back with a little bit of acts of service, Koutarou.”

“Shit, baby. Who taught you to run that mouth of yours like that?” Bokuto stepped towards you and pulled your legs down until your knees bent over the mattress. Your head fell softly.

Let’s see how far I can push his buttons.

“From your best friend actually,” You smirked. “Y’know, Akaashi…”

Bokuto bit his lip at the mention of a familiar name. He bent down to bring his large hands to slide under your skirt to grip your thighs roughly, surely leaving marks. He had always been an impatient guy. With all that energy, he had to put it somewhere, so you weren’t surprised when the pad of his thumb ghosted over your clothed heat.

“It feels a little damp down here, love,” Bokuto knelt down to his knees. “Maybe I should inspect it,” He said in a low voice as he pressed into your slit lightly, a whimper slipped past your lips.

“Y-yeah, maybe you should check if there’s something wrong,” You managed to say through suppressed moans, feeling Bokuto’s thumb inching closer to your clothed little nub.

“F-fuck. Stop doing this!” You pushed his chest back with your foot, a giggle came from Bokuto. You unzipped your skirt and tossed it over his head along with your school polo, while his favorite lace bra still clinged onto you.

“Baby, are you impatient for my sincere apology?” Bokuto questioned through half lidded eyes. He pushed your stomach down. “I mean I do wanna get a taste of your sweet pussy…”

Bokuto gripped your knees and spread your legs open, his eyes dripping with lust. He hauled himself forward to hover over your frame, his strong forearms on either side of your head. His lips dipped down to your jawline, whispering into it, “I’m gonna eat you out until you moan my name a thousand times over.”

The hot breath pricked your neck, sending shivers down to your hardening nipples. Bokuto placed a soft kiss next to your luscious lips before driving his knee up to your pussy to gently push into it. You gasped from the contacts allowing him to slither his wet muscle into your warm mouth that his cock knew so well.

Your spit mixed into his creating a forbidden liquid that you both drank feverishly. Bokuto’s lips glistened with a long strand of saliva connecting both of you. He wiped his thumb over yours before licking it.

“That was really hot, captain,” You gasped out trying to catch your breath, your cheeks tinted red.

Bokuto’s eyes widened at the nickname, smirking, he stated, “If you say that again, I’ll make sure to take the reins this whole night.” He shoved his nose into the valley between your breasts.

You knew he’d like that, so you returned his excitement, “You always take control, captain.”

A muffled, “Hell yeah” reached your ears.

Bokuto snaked his fingers behind your back to skillfully unclasp your lace bra. When both of you started an intimate relationship, his first attempt of removing your bra was a complete failure that ended with giggles and a pouting Koutarou. But now, after months of experience, he could unclasp it with closed eyes.

He tossed the bra behind the other articles of clothing, now lying around forgotten. You felt your nipples harden even more as Bokuto’s breath breathed on it before using his tongue to swirl around the little pebble. Your writhed under him. Bokuto, not liking the squirming, glided his calloused hands on your sides before gripping it.

“You gotta stay still,” He whispered into your neck.

“Mmhm!” You hummed. “C-can you move a little further down?”

He knew what you wanted. How could he not when everytime he slid wandering fingers near your nether area, you’d moan in delight.

“Let me just drink up this moment, my dove,” Bokuto giggled in between the soft kisses he placed on your stomach. Inching closer and closer to where it should be.

You inhaled sharply when a pair of warm lips pushed into your tight panties. A hand subconsciously flew to grasp Bokuto’s hair.

“R-right there, baby,” You mewled out, trying to bite down your groans because you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that this was already turning the gears in your head.

Bokuto hooked his thumbs on your soaking panty, pulling down and off of you. He gripped it in his hand and inhaled deeply to take in the sweet scent of your essence. Without hesitation, he licked the cum before stuffing it in his gym shorts pocket, a questioning look arising on your face.

“Just making sure I have a trophy, so I can remember how good I ate you out,” He beamed. You grinned. “Well you better get started then-”

You bit your lip as you suddenly felt Bokuto’s wet tongue glide along your slit in one long swoop.

He brought his large hand to caress your breast, fondling it, occasionally giving your hard nipples a quick pinch. His free hand spread your pussy apart with cum webbed inside of it.

Bokuto leaned into your quivering pussy, lapping up the essence you were releasing for him. His tongue probed through every part of you, trying to get a taste. Causing his nose to nudge the sensitive nub, a moan scratched your throat.

You felt him smirk into you, knowing what was next, yet you could never prepare for it. He pulled his hand away from your breast and used it to pin your hips down. Bokuto nipped at your clit, your legs quivered at the sharp pain, but the feeling spiraled into a feeling of lewd satisfaction as he continued.

You wrapped your thighs around his head, trying to jut your hips forward for more friction. Bokuto bit the inside of your thigh harshly, pricking your supple skin.

“What the hell was that for!” You groaned.

“I told you, I get to take the reins,” Bokuto’s words vibrated into you. He threw your legs over his shoulders, the position giving him better leverage to bury his face into you.

Bokuto gave your clit a final squeeze, this time a pinch from his fingers. He gauged your wetness, knowing it was enough to take at least two fingers. Without a warning, he plunged a pair of digits into your hole, stretching it open as he scissored his way through. Each up and down motion made his fingers come in contact with your pulsating walls, as if threatening to keep it in there.

“More! I need more!” That’s all you could chant apparently.

“Say the magic word,” Bokuto teased delightfully.

“I NEED MORE, CAPTAIN,” You squealed.

He probed in a third finger, all working together to thrust in and out of your soaking hole. Each movement produced forbidden sounds of squelching cum inside of you.

Sweat trickled down your forehead as you gasped uncontrollably at Bokuto’s speed. His other hand joined in to roughly push around your swollen clit. The feeling causing the knot in your stomach to twist tighter.

“I’M ALMOST-”

Bokuto thrusted in once more into you, finally feeling your warm walls clench around his fingers. Your back arched as you squeezed your boobs at the peak of the sensation. Moans and a final gasp rang inside of Bokuto’s ears, knowing that he did a job well done.

Carefully, he moved his white ooze covered fingers out of you, giving your stomach feather-light kisses to soothe the knot that was just undone.

“So, do you forgive me now?”

𝔼𝕟𝕕 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 | ngl, writing shit like this makes me feel a different way, if you know what I mean... 

[marvel-and-mischief]

Monkshood & Anemone

Part of my Floriography Series

Pairing: Ezra x GN!Reader   Words: 3900 Warnings: descriptions of an infected wound, threats of death/murder, attempted murder, force labour (reader is in a tricky situation), needles, descriptions of blood, death, reader kills someone in self defence, reader isn't a good person but they're not bad either Synopsis: You're a healer stranded on a moon with no way out of your situation. There's hope when Ezra and Cee cross your path.

Monkshood: danger ahead Anemone: sickness

💐

Five months you had been forced into this. Five months of treating people you would, quite frankly, prefer to see dead. Five months of patching up bandits and thieves, your skills the only thing keeping you from being killed and thrown onto the rapidly growing compost heap at the edge of the forest.

You didn’t intend to step foot on this moon, but your pod had experienced engine failure and the closest planet was too far to safely land on, so this had been your only choice. You had crash landed, tumbling out of the broken door, landing awkwardly and breaking your big toe. You had been found a few days later and dragged to the leader of a pack of bandits, a guy named Taron, that seemed to be in charge of this side of the moon. He’d been impressed with your makeshift toe splint and admired how well you were healing, quickly putting you to work in the medic tents.

It was never quiet in these tents. Minor injuries usually, shoulders dislocated or fingers broken in fights, quick fixes that had you sending them back out in a matter of minutes. Some screamed bloody murder when you sewed up their stab wounds, but you had been here long enough that they trusted you now, you worked quickly and efficiently so they swore though the pain and gave you a pat on the back on their way out of the tent as thank you.

Those touches made you shudder, they were too familiar, friendly but also not, a dark reminder that there was a thin line that if crossed would see you strung up in a heartbeat. But you bit your tongue and played the long game; you would get off this moon when the opportunity struck. Though somedays you wondered if that day would ever come.

So you made preparations for that day. You were allowed to go foraging with a chaperone once a week, gathering plants and herbs that you could find in the forest for medicines. Most of what you found was useless, some plants could be used for soothing burns or treating bug bites but then you found the monkshood hidden in a damp part of the forest. The purple petals stood out amongst the greens and browns but that wasn’t what caught your attention. You knew the roots of the flower could be used as a poison. And as long as nobody else knew that, then you had your way out, you just had to choose your moment wisely.

You were tying off the stitch in someones hand when a man was thrown through the flaps of the tent, landing at your feet with a cry of agony. You jumped out of the way just as he was about to roll onto your feet and you looked up to see one of the bandits, a large guy who usually did the heavy lifting in this place, holding onto the arm of a young girl.

“Taron needs these two healthy and put to work quickly,” he grunted, shaking the girl in his hand and making her squeal.

“I’ll do what I can,” you assured him, pushing out a forced smile before crouching down to the man on the floor who was only half conscious, “leave them both with me,” you eyed the girl who wore an angry scowl, trying to hide any indication that she had been crying behind a feisty spirit.

“If she runs, it’s on your head,” the brute pointed his dirty, meaty finger in your direction and left the tent with a huff.

“I need you to help me get him onto a cot,” you spoke gently to the girl as you gripped the mans arm. The girl nodded and immediately wrapped her arms around the mans waist and it was then you noticed he had no right arm to balance his weight between the two of you. With careful steps you manoeuvred him onto a cot in the corner of the tent.

“What happened?” you asked, beginning to strip away the mans outer suit. His head was lolling from side to side, pained noises escaping him as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

“He was stabbed, can you save him?” The girl was clearly panicked as she hovered over your shoulder and watched everything you did to her… dad? Friend? You couldn’t make out what their relationship was.

“And what about the arm?”

“I did my best.”

You had pulled his suit down to his waist, revealing a black long sleeved shirt. You grabbed a pair of scissors from a box next to the cot and cut away the shirt. You saw the stab wound immediately, infected and seeping yellow pus and blood in equal measure. You took a peak at the stump where his arm once was and gave an impressive nod. The bandaging was neat and there was nothing leaking through it so you left it alone in favor of the more pressing issue.

“On the other side of the tent is a pump, fill a tinpot with water and grab some cloths on your way back,” the girl went to work instantly whilst you collected the instruments you needed from around the room. The man was sleeping now but his breathing was ragged and you knew you only had a small amount of time before he became feverish.

You set to work cleaning needles and scalpels before washing the wound out with the water that was handed to you. The girl was at your side, so close you could hear her breathing as you starting to clear the wound of infection.

“What are your names?”

“Cee and Ezra,” she whispered, eyes never leaving your hands as they worked.

“Is he your dad?”

“No, he’s just looking after me.”

“Seems as though it’s the other way round,” you chuckled softly, and you saw Cee smile as she agreed.

Ezra had been sleeping until you began stitching the wound up, the sharp needle entering his sensitive skin making him jolt in surprise as he mumbled unintelligible words.

“Can you hear me Ezra?”

“The…pod. Need to get to… the pod…”

You frowned as you tried to make out his words. You noticed Cee freeze up beside you.

“Shush Ezra, go back to sleep,” Cee urged insistently, placing her hand over his mouth until he fell back to sleep. You eyed her curiously as you tried to squash down the spark of hope threatening to leap out of your chest. They had a pod? Had you just found your way out of this forsaken place? Cee cleared her throat and refused to meet your eye.

“Did you crash land here?”

“He doesn’t know what he’s saying,” Cee’s voice was stern and you worried if you tried to push it she would go into flight or fight mode so stayed quiet.

You’d waited five months for your opportunity to leave, you could be patient a little longer.

-

You had fallen asleep on the other side of the tent shortly afterwards, the excitement of the new arrivals and the prospect of freedom leaving you lethargic. You heard voices as you came to, one you had come to know as Cee’s and the other much deeper, a mans voice you assumed was Ezra, though he sounded stronger than he had in his delirious state.

“…if we stay, we will surely perish in this hole…”

“…not strong enough, you were stabbed…”

“…no further than the edge of the forest…”

Making out their conversation was difficult but you got the gist of it; they wanted to leave, and they had the means to do so.

The vial of monkshood felt heavy in your boot as you planned your next move. You could kill Ezra and force Cee to take you to their pod, one less person was less of a logistical problem for you, especially as he was still recovering from a stab wound. But Cee seemed close to him, she would fight you and maybe make a big enough fuss that you wouldn’t get to the pod with disruption. The only other option you could see was to threaten one or both of their lives and force them into working as a team with you. You’d saved Ezra’s life after all, you’d already proved yourself an invaluable team member.

You began to make your presence known, sitting up from your cot and stretching your arms over your head with a loud yawn. They silenced themselves immediately and watched you carefully as you threw them a friendly smile. Ezra was sitting up in bed, Cee sat on a crate next to him.

“I see you’re awake Ezra,” you greeted him, bending down to untie and tie your shoelace up. In the shadow of the cot you were able to slip out the vial of monkshood from the heel of your boot and conceal it in the sleeve of your sweater as you stood and made you way over to them.

“I have been told that you are my saviour,” Ezra spoke fluidly, not a hint of pain in his voice as he watched you move closer. They were both being cautious of you, you couldn’t blame them with the knowledge of what you were about to do. You felt guilty as Ezra held out his hand for a shake, his lips lopsided in a smile. In a world of scoundrels and thieves and no-gooders he was the first man, the first person, to show you kindness in the months you’d been on this moon and now you were going to give him a reason to mistrust you.

You shook his hand quickly and turned your back on him where a trolley sat filled with various empty pots and jars of pickled plants. You needed to focus and breathe, and remember that this was life or death. Your one shot at freedom, you were putting your trust in these strangers to get you out of here.

“It’s my job to help people, nothing to thank me for,” you turned around to face them, a forced smile planted on your lips. You took a syringe and punched it into the top of the vial and proceeded to pull out the liquid you had made.

“And what, may I ask, is that you’re going there?” Ezra asked, his heart rate spiking as he eyed the needle in your hand.

“Just a little something,” you began, pushing the sharp needle into the tubing of the rudimentary drip you had created to administer fluids to Ezra’s dehydrated state.

“Yes, but what does it do?” Ezra’s tone had take on a dangerous edge as he began to, rightly, suspect that you were up to something. You swallowed and paused with a finger on the plunger, meeting Ezra with the most confident stare you could muster with your heart beating uncomfortably fast in your chest.

“This syringe contains enough poison to kill you within the hour, there’s no antidote,. Now I know you have a pod somewhere, I need you to tell me where it is.”

On the other side of the cot Cee took a step back, ready to launch herself over Ezra to attack you but he shot her a look to stop her. There was a curious glint in his eye and a dark quirk of his lip suggested that there was a part of him that was enjoying this. He was impressed by your show of desperation, the lengths you would go to in order to escape your situation. He nodded slowly, staring at the syringe in your hand.

“If you kill me, you will never leave. You will die alone, amongst the worst of humanity, is that what you want?”

You clenched your jaw, his calmness was irritating you and despite being the one in a position to kill him, you felt like Ezra was in full control.

“Do you enjoy playing with your life, Ezra?” You raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“I have stared death in the face more times than I would like,” Ezra stated calmly and shifted so he was leaning into your space, “you are a healer not a killer, so why don’t we disperse of these unpleasantries and we can talk like adults.”

“I don’t trust you enough to do that,” you admitted, managing to keep your voice from wobbling as you felt your guarded walls start to crumble. This was not going to plan and now you didn’t know what to do. You kept a shaky hand on the syringe, careful not to accidentally push the liquid into the tubing that connected to Ezra’s vein. You noticed Cee eyeing the flaps of the tent and decided to lean away from Ezra and concentrate on her instead.

“Those guards outside? They don’t care if you live or die, they’ll use your corpses as fertiliser,” you stated, an underlying warning not to alert anyone to the situation. It seemed to do more than frighten the girl though, it also made Ezra blink for the first time, a frown creasing his brow.

“Clever girl,” Ezra muttered, realising you could bring the guards to have them dispatched and you would be safe. Still trapped on this moon, but Ezra and Cee had a little more to lose than you did. “I will make a deal with you, if that’s what you wish.”

You nodded, pulling the needle out of the tubing a fraction to show you would keep your word.

“Keep Cee and I alive and we will get you safe passage off this moon,” Ezra promised, just as the flaps of the tent were thrown open and the heavy set man that had brought your new acquaintances to you earlier stepped in.

“Will he live?”

You subtly pulled out the syringe and held it behind your back, out of view of the bandit.

“He’s delirious from the infection in his wound, but I think he will make a full recovery in a couple of days.”

The bandit grunted something under his breath and left, allowing you to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“We have two days to come up with a plan,” you sighed, anxious at the thought. Ezra nodded in understanding, already formulating a plan in his head.

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It was less of a plan and more ‘this is the only option we have if we don’t want to get caught’. You had told Ezra about the guards stationed at the front and the back of the medic tent, the one side faced the fire pits that kept people warm and the final side was where the unlit, densely populated forest stood tall, and that was your only way out. If you could get through the forest and up the ridge Ezra and Cee had been found on, they would be able to find the path back to their pod.

You enacted your plan the following night. The tent was crudely held down by nothing more than metal spikes hammered into wet soil that made up this moon. It had taken you no time at all to shimmy a few nails up with your scissors and create an opening big enough for you all to fit through.

You gave Ezra one last check over, eyeing the bandage that peaked through the arm of his shirt and the wound you knew sat above his ribs that he was protecting with his remaining arm.

“Your concern warms my heart, but I promise I will not let anything hold me back from getting us out of here,” Ezra assured you. You realised at that moment that you weren’t worried about him holding you back from your escape, instead you were concerned with his health. You had grown to care for him the past day, amongst monitoring his health and concocting plans. Maybe it was his never-ending charm, or maybe you just couldn’t remember the last time you had genuinely cared for someone you had taken care of. Either way it scared you to think you could be falling for a man you’d threatened to kill the same day you met.

You turned away and popped your head under the tent to see nothing but trees and darkness. You crawled your way through the mud and held the flaps open for Cee and Ezra to do the same.

Entering the forest was dangerous for many reasons. You couldn’t risk lighting a torch because you would be seen by the bandits from a distance, so you had to navigate fallen trees and curled up roots that had broken up through the ground in the dark. It was slow progress for an hour or so, walking in silence, suffocating in the tense atmosphere that sat between the three of you. Cee stuck to Ezra’s side, an arm around his waist to keep him steady. You walked in front of them, pointing out trip hazards the best you could without making any loud noises.

Getting to the other end of the forest was the hardest part so you were relieved when you reached the ridge that went up the hill and hung over a deep cavern that dropped down for miles.

“This is where they found you?” you whispered, eyeing the long drop that would surely see you dead if you were to fall.

“We followed the ridge round until we got here,” Cee answered, and you tore your eyes away from the drop to see Ezra’s face scrunched up in pain. You picked out a small pill from your back pocket and held it up to his mouth. He jerked away on instinct, you couldn’t blame him after your previous antics.

“It’s for the pain.” The glow of the stars above you illuminated the sincerity in your eyes, the concern shown in the crinkle of your brow and he knew you were telling the truth. He opened his mouth enough for you to slip in the pill.

“We should go,” Cee nodded to the hill that would lead to their pod and for the first time that night you allowed yourself to hope.

The climb was gradual but you felt it in your thighs. You hoped the pill was starting to work on Ezra but he kept silent except for a few grunts in an effort to keep climbing. You had taken to holding onto the crook his arm, with Cee on his other side. You were hardly touching his elbow, an unspoken promise that you would help if he needed it but he was a stubborn man, though not prideful enough to shake you off.

You reached the top of the hill and there, maybe two hundred feet away, was the pod. It was barely big enough to fit the three of you but it would have to do. It was caked in dirt and dust, flecks of mud were splashed all the way up to the top indicating that it had been a bumpy landing for Cee and Ezra.

You felt Ezra huff out a laugh as he spotted it but the mood was disturbed when you were suddenly thrown forward, hitting the ground face first. You heard Cee’s scream of surprise and Ezra’s shout of your name as you struggled to breathe underneath the heavy body landing on top of you. You tried to push yourself up off the floor and twist around onto your back but it was no use. There was a scuffle behind you and for a second the weight on top of you let off enough for you to wriggle your arm into your side pocket and grab the scissors you had shoved in there.

Ezra gave a shout of frustration and then the weight was boring down on you once more, but with a firm grip on your scissors you thrust your hand blindly over your shoulder, the blades piercing flesh before you pulled them away to see blood covering your hand and scissors. You quickly shoved the assailant off you with all you could muster, the adrenaline definitely helping more than your strength, and you saw it was a bandit who had followed you from the base. He clutched the side of his neck, blood spurting through his fingers as he struggled to clamp down on the wound.

Cee was helping Ezra to his feet but he was more concerned with you as he stumbled over to gently pry the blood covered scissors out of your hands. You were staring at the bandit, watching as he gurgled around a throat full of blood, slowly dying out next to you.

“Sweet thing, I hope you can recover quickly because we need to get to our pod now,” with fingers pressed to your cheek Ezra softly turned your head to face him and away from the dying man. His voice was firm but not unkind, exactly what you needed to come back to yourself and realise he was right, you needed to leave, who knows how many more bandits were coming your way.

You nodded and stood to your feet, gripping onto Ezra’s arm as you moved towards the pod. Freedom seemed a lot further away than it did before the bandit attacked you.

As soon as you reached the pod door Cee unlatched the bolts and you both helped Ezra up the steps and inside.

It was bright once the lights were switched on, the room small just as it looked from the outside. Ezra reached out for your hand from his seat at the controls and pulled you to sit next to him.

“It must be a shock, to take your first life,” Ezra began, reaching for a strap by your hip to pull over your lap. You took the hint and buckled yourself in as you listened to him.

“I cannot remember mine, and that is why I speak to you now. Do not ever forget it.”

You frowned at him, not understanding what he was saying.

“Don’t make the mistake I have. To forget your first kill is to forget how it feels to kill.”

You felt the thrum of the engine as Cee started up the pod, bringing it to life to get you off this moon once and for all.

“The difference between a good person and a bad person is the bad person forgets the fear and the pain that comes with taking a life.”

You took a deep breath, the first real breath of hope in months and looked into the eyes of your new companion. He looked so tired, dark skin around his eyes and a permanent frown etched into his features.

“Have you forgotten?”

Ezra expected the question, giving you a dejected smile in reply.

Your stomach dropped as it does when you are lifted into the air, and you sat back in your seat as the pod shook with the effort.

“I’m just happy to get out of here,” you smiled, it didn’t quite meet your eyes but it wasn’t false. You were relieved to be finding someplace better than where you’d been. A sadness lingered, and probably would for some time. You were leaving this moon a different person and you would have to learn to live with that, but you could do so knowing you were with two people you could see becoming friends with; Ezra would be the reminder of the darkness within you and Cee would be the hope for a brighter future.

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Insecure s/o with short hair || Headcanons

This is a lovely request! Thank you for the awesome idea @bitweird1​

I can relate to this so hard that I wrote Midoriya’s based on my experience with a haircut that went wrong. I cried with my mom in the car for like half an hour 😂 

I hope you like it! I’m sure you look lovely with your haircut 💖

Midoriya Izuku

He’s very supportive of you changing your hairstyle! 

Will listen to you ramble as you scroll through hair inspiration pics.

“You’ll look beautiful either way, Y/N.”

He’ll take you to the salon and wait while you get your haircut. He’s the No. 1 pro-hero, but he’ll always make time for his girl. 

Oh no, did you really ask for it that short?

Your hair painfully stays put no matter how you ruffle it. 

It’s just hair, it’ll grow back. You repeat, but that doesn’t stop the lump in your throat from surfacing.

Izuku drops the magazine he’s holding to stand, his eyes roaming your face with a sense of wonder.

“Wow, Y/N, you look…”

“I know.” You look down to hide the tears welling up. It’s bad enough you hate your hair, but you can’t stand the thought of Izuku hating it too.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Izuku brushes your hair behind your ear, but it’s so short that it falls back in your face again. 

The tears threaten to fall and you don’t want to make a scene so you grab Izuku’s hand and drag him to the car.

You ramble about how bulky your head looks and how you won’t be able to style your hair anymore like you used to.

And poor Izuku looking like a confused puppy bc you look freaking gorgeous?

“Okay please slow down, babe, I have no idea what you’re talking about, it looks great!” 

“I’m bald, ‘Zuku, it doesn’t get worse than this!” 

“Would it make you feel better if I showed you the pictures my mom took when I cut and dyed my hair like All Might’s?” 

You sniffle, “…maybe”

Okay, you know you’re being over-dramatic, but it’s gonna take a while for your hair to grow back and you’re dreading the whole awkward phase where your hair is neither short nor long.

Izuku makes it his personal mission to make you feel comfortable in your own skin again. we all know this boy doesn’t know when to quit

He will put his research skills to the test, scouring the internet for ways to make your hair grow faster and different hairstyles to try.

Be prepared to experiment!

Izuku is gonna raid the pantry, combining different ingredients to make hair masks!

 If it doesn’t work, he will jot it down in his notebook dedicated to you and move on to the next combination.

Spa night will become a regular thing!

Thanks to Izuku’s big brain and hardwork, your hair grows back in no time!

But you kinda miss your short hair bc spa night was bonding time for you and Izuku.

He surprises you when he comes in with a sheet mask on his face and hands you one of your own.

Just because your hair grew back doesn’t mean spa night is over!

Todoroki Shouto

You decided to take the plunge and get a pixie cut!

All the girls compliment you when you walk in.

“Girl, you look hot!” Mina gushes.

“I’m so jealous! I wish I could pull off a pixie cut like you!” Ochako says.

You blush and thank them for their kind words.

Todoroki stops in his tracks at the sight of you.

Will he love it? Will he hate it?

“Beautiful.” 

That one word sends your heart for a loop. 

But your confidence is shattered when you and Todoroki go out the next day and two guys on the street make some rude comments.

“Which one of ya’s the dude?”

“Nah, man they’re both dudes!” 

They hold their stomachs, laughing at their sad excuse of a joke.

Your hand grips Todoroki’s tight, scared that if you let go you might have a breakdown right here in the middle of the street. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before setting his gaze on the two jerks. 

“Say that one more time.” 

His eyes narrow as he conjures unforgiving shards of ice from his right side.

The two guys run away in fear.

Since that incident, you feel the overwhelming urge to throw a cap on and hide the hair you were once so confident in.

You ask Todoroki when you’re checking your hair out in the mirror if he prefers you with short or long hair. 

“I prefer you.” 

Todoroki is clueless about how to address the situation. He misses your confident persona and your carefree smile.

The whole week you feel like someone’s watching you; following you to class - and you must be going crazy because you swear you see camera flashes. How creepy if someone’s taking pictures of you... 👀

You walk to your dorm after class, prepared to watch movies all weekend, when you spot a photo album sitting on your bed.

What the heck is a photo album doing on your bed?

You flip through it to find photos of you. They must’ve been taken from a distance and would explain the weird feelings and camera flashes. 

“So I wasn’t imagining it…”

You see yourself smiling with Mina and Ochako in the lounge, laughing with Kirishima and Kaminari during lunch, and you smirking when you landed the winning blow during a training exercise with Bakugou. 

“You like it?” 

You jump and turn to find Todoroki watching you intently. 

Oh thank god. You were kinda scared there was a serial killer after you.

“Um… I appreciate the gesture? But… why?”

“To show you how pretty you look.” 

Todoroki flips through the pages and shows you the different pictures, pointing out what he likes about each one.

“There’s no reason for you to be insecure, Y/N, look at you, you’re beautiful.” 

You’re touched at the effort Todoroki put into proving how much he adored you, even if the execution was a bit weird. 

“Thank you, Shouto, I… I needed this.” You wrap your hands around his neck and peck his lips.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

“But we do need to talk about you taking pictures of me like a stalker.” 

Todoroki cocks his head like taking pictures from a distance without your consent never occurred to him. You shake your head and smile at his cluelessness. 

You pull him down for another kiss and when he runs his fingers through your hair; it brings a smile to your lips.

Kirishima Eijirou

You’re not one to back down from a dare.

“You’re gonna regret it,” Kirishima says.

“Bet!”

Yeah… you regretted it the moment you looked in the mirror, Kaminari’s reflection looking sheepish with a pair of scissors in his hand. Tufts of hair, your hair that was just on your head a moment ago, now on the floor.

You know those scenes in movies where someone screams and each shot zooms further and further out until they’re screaming so loud it can be heard from outer space? Yeah, that’s basically what happens.

Everyone rushes down wondering who the hell got murdered in the middle of the night. 

Bakugou calls you an idiot, Midoriya gives you words of encouragement, and Aizawa-sensei is just… done. 

Kirishima will 100% help you style your hair. He knows more about hair than all your girlfriends combined. 

He even convinces you to dye your hair bc why not at this point. But you’re not sure since you’ve never dyed your hair.

“Do you trust me?”

Well, you can’t argue with that.

Oh and if anyone tries to come for you about your hair, you bet Kiri will shut that down real quick. He’s not taking shit from anyone, especially when it comes to you.

Kiri loves to leave you little notes every morning with positive quotes like “Remember to smile!” or “You can do it!” They’re cheesy, but it gives you a confidence boost needed to get through the day.

This boy knows more about dealing with one’s self-image than anyone. He will be there for you every step of the way. If you need to rant, he will listen. If you need to cry, he’ll offer his shoulder. If you need encouragement, he’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you believe it.

He’ll play with your hair and you let him style your hair for fun with gel until it's spiky like his. 

It makes you realize that it’s only hair and it’ll grow back. May as well have some good laughs so you have a fun story to tell later in life 😊

[k0kichiimagines]

May I please have a Genocider Syo fluff alphabet? :-)

of course ! hope u enjoyy and apologies if this ooc !!

- mod kokichii

Genocider Syo x reader fluff alphabet

CW: brief mentions of killings

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

your face most definitely, she likes tilting your face up / down to meet hers and calling you 'pretty' in a teasing way,

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

hates every child ever... except any she has. honestly i feel like she doesnt mind, if you want some shes down, if you dont she doesnt mind !

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

she likes being held by you actually, she'll never admit it though you'll have to silently hold her. equally other times when shes a bit tired, mentally or physically, she'll silently hold you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

oh God either chaos or very relaxing there is no inbetween

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

"you're my everything" - very rarely though

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

oh she knew the second feelings started bubbling, probably flirts with you nonstop until you either take her up on one of her date suggestions or ask her out

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

nope! (yes however she will fling her scissors at you, press them against you, all the rest of it, buut she'll be a bit more careful than with others, youre her favourite of course)

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

GRABS IT

when shes feeling softer she will gently hold it, dont point it out or she'll tear it away and deny it.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

if youre a boy: if you fit being her next victim

if youre not: 'wow hot'

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

oh God yes she does. very jealous, doesnt even try hide it she'd probably threaten them straight up.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

her kisses are very passionate, and spontaneous! she loves randomly grabbing you and mwah big kiss! (unless youre uncomfy with it, which case she'll inform you and once you nod then kiss you.) honestly it depends! if youre more on the shy side she probably grabbed you and kissed you first, if youre less so and chose to go first congratulations you have an extremely flustered and glaring girl

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

you, and shell go all 'ahah yeah i know of course you do~' despite pink cheeks, and then confirm yes she loves you too.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

the one time you convinced her to let you take her someplace, and where clearly very excited and happy about it.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

buy? sometimes. steal? probably! looks like you have the crown jewels now

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

red. its such a common romance colour, and like yknow

blood

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

"darling, sweetheart, babe, petal, my love" she 100% gives you a personalised nickname based on your name, also probably jokingly calls you her bitch-

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

if you can get her to sit still long enough she doesnt mind reading.. sometimes

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

She'll follow you around like a lost puppy or just shine up her scissors. to be fair i think if its light rain she wouldn't care and would still go out though!

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

congratulations! you are one of the only people she actively tries to cheer up, usually through a few words of encouragement and hugs. she's not very sure what to do, usually suggesting an activity to do or a place to go to try help

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

she will flex her killing streak to you, a lot. i feel like she likes movies tbh so she'll talk about those too!

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

she'll spend time with you, sitting next to you while you do something and watch you.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

scissor collection, her knife throwing skills, her killings

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

very randomly. she'll probably bring up in a teasing way, like a 'oh yeah? well maybe you should marry me then huh', if you seem taken by the idea she'll keep in mind and then ask you later. probably just grabs you and sweet talks you before asking gently.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

bubblegum bitch !

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

hmmm maybe? she likes the idea of proposing to be honestly so if you want to get married shes down

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

cats. maybe I'm biased because i say everyone wants a cat though oops

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[natsugia]

Sneak Previews

I know, I know. I said that the next chapters to The Weight We Carry Is Love (TWWCIL) and Of Soul And Spirit (OSAS) would be up like two months ago, but I'm sadly, I'm still working on them. Writing has been a little bit slow lately, but we're getting there. Hoping to post the next chapters really soon.

For now though, I thought I'd at least give a sneak preview for each chapter, since you guys have been so amazingly sweet and patient, absolute saint-like. Hope this can tide you over until I'm finally able to post.

TWWCIL Chapter 4 Excerpt

“Hey you!” They both turned in response to the shout to find a short Korean girl wearing pigtails and glasses, lips downturned in a frown, rapidly marching up to them.

Jess eyed the girl appreciatively at first -- finally someone that breaks the mold -- until seeing the “Jesus is my homeboy” t-shirt. He quietly groaned. One of them. Wonderful. Just what he needed.

Luke let out a similar groan and opened his mouth to speak, but the girl just plowed right through to Jess, a finger pointed at his chest.

“Listen here you opportunistic, devious, sex-addicted fiend!” yelled the girl as she jabbed him repeatedly in the chest.

Jess’ eyebrows rose sharply. He’d been called a lot of things in his life, even some of these words in a different context over the years, but considering he’d barely been in this town for a day, he had to say he was surprised by the accusation. He hadn’t even had time to do anything devious or fiendish, and where the hell did sex-addicted come from? He made out with Rory once - ONCE - less than twelve hours ago. Surely that’s not enough to ascribe him that label.

He glanced back down at her shirt again and reconsidered.

“Excuse me?” he finally asked her, a bit of annoyance bleeding through his tone. He glanced at Luke, but his uncle only shook his head and sighed in exasperation. Gee, thanks for the help, Uncle Luke.

The girl growled as he leaned out of reach from her finger before squaring her shoulders and placing her hands on her hips. “Where the hell do you get off putting your hands all over Rory like that?” she questioned. She was shorter than him by a few inches, but she easily stood her ground, eyes boring into his with indignation and suspicion.

He frowned. So this was about Rory? Word sure travelled fast. Also, what was wrong with kissing the girl you’ve liked for months? First Lorelai. Then that total circus act at the diner. And now this girl. He did not understand this town. “What?” he asked again in a sharper tone.

The girl again plowed through his confusion. “First off, she already has a boyfriend--”

He might have smiled at that. Sure, he may have dreamt about him and Rory together for months, but he never really thought it would happen. It was a pipe dream. And then he moved in with his uncle who just so happened to live in the same town as her. Which meant he got to live in the same town as her. If he actually did drugs, he would check the quality of his stash right about now.

“--One she’s absolutely crazy about--”

He sure hoped so. Otherwise moving out here would just be another cruel twist of fate in the life of Jess Mariano.

“And even though his dislike for Sting is questionable, he’s perfect for her--”

“Right,” he said slowly as pieces clicked in his mind. Only two people knew how much he hated the British rockstar. He took another assessment of the girl in front of him. Korean, fiery, protective of Rory, and now that he was paying attention, her voice was familiar. This girl could only be one person. His lips widened into a smirk. This would be entertaining.

“--And while he lives in New York, and you look like Stallone’s younger hotter brother--”

“Thank you.”

“--that doesn’t give you the right to put any of your greasy paws all over my best friend. She’s not like that. She’s amazing and brilliant and she’s going to Harvard--”

His smirk turned warmer. “I know.”

“--So don’t even think about messing that up for her since you’re obviously headed to working 80 hours a week in a sweaty garage--”

He nodded once. “Got it.”

“--And I don’t care if you’re Luke’s nephew or where you come from, but if you touch her again, you’re gonna find yourself fending off broken bones from a giant cricket bat! My mother taught me how to swing one.” She shook a fist at him.

He bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing. “Noted. You done?”

She squinted at him. “For now. But I’m watching you. That Metallica shirt barely gets you any points.”

“Ah, but it does get me some points?”

“NO!” she yelled in his face. He grinned.

“It’s just they’re a great band,” she amended with a haughty air before she turned her head and muttered, “And the shirt might match your eyes.”

“Huh.” He turned to Luke. “Imagine that.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Ignoring that.”

"But," Lane interjected with a stern look, "any very miniscule points you may have earned were wiped out by your inability to keep your hands to yourself. And not just wiped out, but negatively netted. You're in the red with me."

"Uh huh. And if Rory asked for the hands?"

Her finger was back in his face. "You!!!" she yelled, outraged.

Luke stepped in between with his palms up. "Okay. Knock it off." He pointed to Lane, who was still glaring at Jess. “If you couldn’t guess, that’s Rory’s best friend, Lane. Lane, this is my nephew Jess.”

Jess watched in amusement as Lane's eyes grew wide as saucers and her jaw dropped, the anger completely disappearing from her face. “Jess?!” she finally squeaked. “As in Rory’s Jess?”

“In the flesh.”

“You’re Luke’s nephew?”

Luke narrowed his eyes at Lane. “You knew about them?”

Lane pointed to herself. “Best friend.”

Luke gave her a pointed look. “Right.”

Jess shrugged. “World’s too small.”

She absently nodded. “No kidding. This is what you look like?” she asked as she scanned him head to toe, surprise still etched in the corners of her mouth.

“Yes?” he drawled out hesitantly. He quickly glanced down at his shirt, jeans, and Vans. Nothing out of the ordinary here.

She blinked rapidly, as if to clear her vision before shaking her head. “So trippy. This has got to be like fate or something.”

He tilted his head in agreement. “The universe works in mysterious ways.”

Slowly a smile worked onto her face as Lane realized just exactly who her best friend was kissing last night. “That she does.”

OSAS Chapter 8 Excerpt

“You!!!” Her shout danced off tables and floors, and how she wished a hole would swallow her now that everyone in the room was staring at her.

Including the guy from the bodega earlier, the book hanging loose in his hand.

Including the Boss, whose eyes felt cold and empty as they locked on hers.

“There a problem?” Bennelli asked in a measured tone.

Her mouth dried up under his gaze. “How are -- this is -- he didn’t--” she stumbled over her words, tongue rough against the roof of her mouth as she stood too in shock over her gaffe, over this mysterious person’s presence at the meeting to truly speak.

Johnny stood slightly behind Bennelli, a wry half-grin on his face. She did not want to know what that meant. Interrupting the Boss as he was speaking couldn’t possibly lead to something good.

She swallowed hastily, the lump barely making its way past her constricted throat.

Bennelli gave her another once over before switching his gaze to the young Italian with the book.

“Jess, you know her?”

Jess. His name was Jess. She had no clue why her brain filed away the information. Probably because of the book.

Definitely because of the book.

Jess shrugged and gestured to her with the novel in his hand. “We bumped into each other while shopping today. She threatened me with a pair of packaged scissors.”

Rory internally groaned as a few chuckles scattered throughout the room. She needed all the cool points she could muster at this point, and that confession was not helping.

“Should have taken them out of the plastic,” she heard Nick mutter as he tightened his grip around the blonde’s neck. “Would have done more damage.”

Angelo next to him just shook his head with a sigh. “Wasted opportunity.”

There was a hint of jibe at Angelo’s words, a mock at the relayed event, but she couldn’t tell if it was directed at her. She turned back to Jess with a sharpened gaze, and that smirk on his face said it all. They were making fun of her. She could see the smirks matching with a young Tristan’s at Chilton, matching the tone of voice as he steadfastly called her Mary. She knew that smirk, and she hated it. So, pushing the embarrassment aside, she grabbed hold of her old friends, wit and spite, and said, “Funny you call it shopping when you didn’t even pay for the super glue.”

Shit. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say because now the smile seemed genuine. Rory was definitely not looking.

“That is funny,” she heard him say, traces of the Burroughs lingering after the words trailed off, “since I don’t recall you paying for your gum either.”

Rory felt her jaw drop for a second time. “How did you--”

He lifted his eyebrow as he interjected, leaning toward her slightly, “That was a nice touch with the shelves though.”

Oh god, he thought it was intentional. “That wasn’t--” She bit back her reply quick when she saw the Boss’s eyes slide to hers.

“Shelves?” he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Shit. She definitely couldn’t say that it was an accident now.

Jess had no problem answering though. “She might have knocked over a few as a distraction.”

“I--” she started again, but the words were stuck in her throat. There was definite interest in Bennelli’s eyes now.

She couldn’t stop the shiver at the back of her neck as he replied, “Is that so?”

[meltwonu]

I’ve been binge reading your account and may I say I love your writing. I noticed you don’t have anything for The8 so I was wondering you could do #14 #29 and #99 ? He can be either sub or dom, which ever you think fits best !

14. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

29. “If you cant sleep…then how about we have sex?”

99. “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”

               “Yes we can.”

note; this is a long one since there’s so few minghao requests in my inbox. Also since u gave me the option, DOM MINGHAO LADIES. Warning: name calling, minghao stuffs ur panties in ur mouth to keep u quiet and squirting and some overstim a hyuck jfghskdh also it’s long so the rest is under the cut! Thank u for requesting!! enjoy!! 💕

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“If you can’t sleep…then how about we have sex?”

Minghao gives you a pointed stare from his sleeping bag as he waits for your reply. The two of you had been trying to sleep for the last 45 minutes already but the sounds of the wilderness were making it hard for you to pass out. “But...w-what if they hear us?” He unzips his sleeping bag, getting up and moving over to yours where you laid completely bundled up. When Minghao had asked if you wanted to go on a camping trip with him, you were ecstatic. The idea of a cabin getaway surrounded by nature and your loving boyfriend sounded like exactly what you needed. However to your surprise, the other 12 boys had also shown up when you came over to Minghao’s apartment that morning, tents in tow. It hadn’t been too bad though, the boys providing ample entertainment until the sun went down.

“You’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you, baby?” You gulp at his words, fingers unzipping the sleeping bag as you make room for him. He hovers above you, completely blanketing you underneath him as he leans down to kiss you. Your fingers tangle in Minghao’s hair, tugging him closer as a moan escapes you. He kisses down your neck, his fingers trailing down your body to rid you of your shirt. He breaks the kiss to help you out of it, tossing it into a corner of the tent. You stare up at him, a questioning look on your face when he starts to work on your sleep shorts. He pauses, his fingers on the strings.

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” He whispers. You bite the inside of your cheek, wondering if this was the right decision. The others are sleeping in the tents around you and it was really quiet aside from the general outdoor noises. You were sure they’d be able to hear you if you got too loud. But your eyes roam Minghao’s form, his hard cock already pressing against the front of his shorts. And you weren’t faring any better, already wet from the idea of Minghao inside of you. The thrill alone had you clenching around nothing, all you had to make sure of was that you didn’t get too loud. “Y-yeah I’m..sure.”

Minghao usually takes his time with you, makes you cum nice and slow on his tongue before he gets you naked and fucks you proper. But this time he’s impatient, stripping you and himself as quickly as he can before he kisses you hard, teeth crashing into yours. “God, baby, can’t even go a day without my cock, huh? Even out here in the middle of nowhere, you still want me to fuck you. So insatiable.” He chuckles into your ear before biting the lobe, eliciting a wanton moan out of you. “You can’t make any noises, princess, you wouldn’t want them to find out what a little slut you are in here, do you?”

You shake your head ‘no’ biting on your bottom lip. This was going to be hard and you knew it from the get-go. Minghao grips your thighs, prying them apart even further as he makes himself comfortable in between your open legs.

The feeling of Minghao’s fingers knuckle deep inside of you has you wanting to scream. His pace never falters, scissoring and fucking you open as his other hand is placed firmly over your mouth, trying to conceal any noise that threatens to come out. It feels too good, your wetness covering his entire palm as you tighten up around his digits. But before you can even think of cumming, he pulls his fingers out, replacing the hand over your mouth with his fingers covered in your slick.

“Lick it clean for me, slut.”

You wrap your mouth around his fingers, sucking and licking them clean. You pretend it's his cock instead, running your tongue all over the digits as you stare up at him. Minghao smirks at you, his fingers pressing down on your tongue and forcing you to open your mouth. “If we had the time, I’d use your throat to get off, but we don’t. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you suck my cock tomorrow night, what do you think?” He speaks in harsh whispers, a twinkle in his eyes. You groan against his fingers still in your mouth.

He takes his fingers out of your mouth, running them down your chest as he pinches a nipple. Your heels dig into his lower back, urging him to get on with it already. “Be a little patient, baby, don’t be such a cock hungry little whore.”

“I...c-cant… I need you…”

Minghao laughs, spreading your folds open with his fingers as his other hand grips his cock, tapping the head of it on your clit. You jolt at the feeling, little whimpers leaving you. “Such a cockslut, aren’t you?” Nodding harshly, you raise your hips, riding the feeling of him so close to where you want him. “Only for you, ‘hao.”

Minghao takes mercy on you, bottoming out in a single thrust. He doesn’t bother with a slow pace, fucking you hard and fast from the start. The moans and whimpers spilling from your lips get louder as time passes, a hard glare coming from Minghao when he reaches around, fingers searching for the piece of fabric he needs.

“Open your mouth.”

Tentatively, you do. He balls up the fabric of your panties in one hand, carefully shoving it in your mouth in hopes it’ll keep you quiet. “I told you to keep quiet but you’re so cock starved that you can’t, can you? Such a dirty girl..” You clench around his cock at his dirty talk, moans muffled by the fabric. You can feel the pressure building up inside of you, knowing you’ll cum soon. And Minghao can tell, the glazed look in your eyes making it obvious when you look up at him. “You wanna cum? Play with your clit for me, make yourself cum on my cock, baby.” You reach down, fingers rubbing your clit in circles as you cry around the fabric in your mouth.

When you finally cum, your vision goes blank. You can feel Minghao slip out of you, instead tapping the head of his cock on your clit while you cum. A jumbled mess of noises leave your lips as you squirm under Minghao’s hold. When you start to come back down to earth, he re-enters you, fucking into you even harder than before. “Fuck, fuck, did you really just squirt all over me? Fuck, you’re so filthy. You’re really just a dirty little cockslut for me, aren’t you?” You whimper in oversensitivity, Minghao’s fingers on your clit this time. “Want you to cum for me one more time. I know you can, cum on this cock, baby.”

He cums first, filling you up until he’s spilling out of you. But he doesn’t stop, fucking his cum into you and urging you to cum for a second time. Sobbing around the fabric in your mouth, you do. Nails digging into the skin of his arms as your entire body seizes up, toes curling against Minghao’s back.

You vaguely feel Minghao’s fingers prying the soaked fabric out of your mouth from your haze. He kisses you once before he wipes away the stray tears on your face, “I didn’t hurt you, did I princess?” He whispers gently against your face, fingers tracing your cheekbones. Your voice is hoarse, “N-no..” For a second, you’re in complete bliss. Then you remember where you are. “M-Minghao...Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” It’s almost eerily quiet, almost as if even the general noises of the outdoors went silent.

 “Yes we can.” You don’t know who’s voice that is, but there’s 12 different options flying through your mind right now. You shoot Minghao a panicked look, his eyes twinkling back at you.

“Wanna give them another show?”

[jamiedc-they-them]

Real Family (Platonic)

Imagine: Being in a new family and barely knowing them was something that used to hurt, but not something you weren’t used to. What you aren’t you used to, however, is when that family actually have your back. 

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It was weird, in a way. To be thrust into the Hart family only about a year ago and still not having much come out of it. Your mother was well meaning, and your dad was ok. But your sister was just kind of there….

You got it, she had a group of friends and you were a newbie into her life that stayed at her house and shared her last name. That, and you were younger by a month and a male.

Then again, you had done this before. You were just waiting until you apparent “forever family” sent you back.

She entered the detention room without even sparing a glance your way. It would’ve hurt, maybe, once upon a time. But, now you were used to it; embracing (well, that’s not the word, but take positives where you can, right?) that you just were not destined to find that forever home, just kind of bounce from once place to another.

Still, your mother had tried to mend it, bless her, “You shouldn’t talk like that, Y/N. There’s still hope for it. Kim is just used to being an only child. But…we aren’t leaving you; we aren’t giving up on you like your nothing, that’s not what a family is…we stick together.” Was what she had said one time. Nice sentiment, but zero truth to it.

You watched as the new kid…. someone, you weren’t paying attention, slapped the shit out of the local bully. To be honest, that did put a smile on your face.

Then, well, then your sister as gone. You just sighed to yourself, going back to your random doodling on your page.

You scoffed when you saw that you had almost been going down memory lane too much, ending up drawing a very close resemblance to a drawing you had of a family you had drawn when you were yong; your parents, sister, and yourself all with badly drawn smiley faces on.

 “So, this is where you come every Saturday instead of practice.” Kim’s friend said, words that made her on edge a little, “God, this must suck.” Fair was faux sympathy in the words.

“It does.” Kim admitted.

“Well, then you shouldn’t have sent Ty that picture of me.” The ‘friend’ taunted.

“That’s not exactly how it happened. I mean, he’s a liar; and he threatened my brother.” Kim clarified.

“You punched his tooth out.” Kim almost rolled her eyes at the accusation.

“They put it back. Besides, it made him leave Y/N alone.” She defended herself.

“Water under the bridge now. Let’s move on.” Kim let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank god.” She said, moving some hair out of the way.

“We’re moving on. Without you.” Shit, “Cutting you out. Literally.” Her now ex-friend said as a photo of the three girls was taken out along with some scissors. Then, in front of Kim’s face, the part of her in the photo was taken out and dropped to the floor like it was nothing.

“You can show up for cheer practice if you want, but I wouldn’t.” Was the threat that was made as the photo of the now two besties was slammed onto the wall next to the mirror with the scissors holding it up, “Who knows, maybe this will actually make you talk to your dorky brother.”

With that, they walked away.

 When she went back down with her new haircut, she saw that you weren’t there. How had you managed to get out? She couldn’t say, and she had no idea where you would go.

It was like you didn’t exist.

 It was later, and dark, and you were still out. You knew your sister would go on these types of walks too, it was something you would do. Being older by a few months and having lived here her whole life meant that she knew the best places in town.

“Hey,” You turned, seeing the guy from detention.

“Hey back.” You said, bit cautious, but the guy seemed to be one of the good ones, “Bully beater boy.” You cringed at the nickname.

“Jason,” He said, holding out a hand.

You shook it, “Y/N…. Hart.” He squinted his eyes a bit at you at your hesitance with the last part. However, he didn’t question it (something you were thankful for.)

“Late night walk?” He asked.

You nodded, “Late night walk. Normally go to the places that my sister stopped going to a while ago.” He nodded, again not asking for context.

“Fair –” A splash got your attention.

Ah, that this was where your sister went.

You looked back at Jason, seeing a look that did make you gag internally. But you knew your place here, “Go talk to her. She’s friendly, if a tiny bit guarded.” You advised him.

“You sure?” He asked.

“Sure, it’s not like I can stop you.” He chuckled a bit, before you took your leave.

 An explosion in a restricted area brought you and four other kids together in a quarry. Again, when you and your sister arrive, there wasn’t much of an acknowledgement on either side.

“Oh, really, Einstein? Restricted? As in, we shouldn’t be standing on crazy rocks doing Karate Kid moves, right?” One of the guys said. A sarcastic wit, ok, you liked him.

“Uh…guys….” The one that had caused the explosion, Billy you thought his name was, said.

There was some back and forth, before thee was a rockslide. You all dove away.

As you all got up, however, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and another go under your arm as you turned and slowly got up.

When you fully had and had stopped coughing, you saw who had helped you up.

It was Kim.

“Are you ok?” She asked, seemingly genuinely concerned.

Despite what you told yourself about your dynamic, you let this moment be and just nodded, “Yeah, I’m ok. You?” The question was out of instinct.

She nodded, seemingly letting this moment be too, “Yeah, yeah, I’m ok.” She said. It was probably the first words you had actually said to the other in like……a few months, almost bordering on a year.

There were coins hidden inside, and the sarcastic one helped you all chip them out. Yours was orange, not a bad colour.

However, mine security made you all snap back to reality and out of the sci-fi show you were in.

Kim hand grabbed your arm, sensing the daze you were still in, and pulled you with her. You were running with the other girl.

“Come on, Y/N!” She both said in encouragement and a reminder of the stakes of being caught.

A van was then aside you; Jason and Billy had come back for you.

This was new, someone coming back and helping you. What was more surprising, was Kim pushing you in front of her and getting you in the van first, before herself and the other girl.

The rest was a blur, but you were sure that a train was involved.

 You were shaken awake the next day by your sister, “Y/N! Y/N, wake up.” She hissed, but in a worried tone, not an angry one.

You peaked an eye open, seeing her crouched down so you met eyes with each other, “What?” You asked, barely awake.

“Look,” She whispered, showing you her crushed phone.

You were now a bit more awake than before, “That time of the month.” Despite the fear she had on her face at the event that had just transpired with her phone, she let out a snort as she shook her head.

“Are you ok?” You tilted your head at her question, “With the train thing, you’re not hurt, are you?” She asked, looking at you to see if there were any injuries.

However, at your look, she then tilted her own head, “What?”

“Just, a family did that once when I was going back, they weren’t…. they weren’t the best.”

Her eyes turned to sadness, but to you it was pity, “It’s fine, most were a bit better than that. The good ones always sent me back but felt bad about it. Guess that’s family though, right? Leave ‘em when they become dead weight?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond, she didn’t really know you; now she did, and it was painful to hear what you had gone through before being brought into her family.

Your alarm went off again, and you slammed your hand on it, only it shattered. You both jumped as it broke.

“Holy shi- “

“Hey!” She stopped you before you could finish it.

You rose an eyebrow, but decided not to rebuttal, “We need to find the others.” You suggested, getting out of bed now and going to get some close.

“Ok, good idea.” She both agreed and praised, going out to change into her own clothes.

Here we go, you thought.

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In school, Kim grabbed Jason. You, meanwhile, were instructed to keep an eye out for the others but stay out of trouble (that last part was from Kim, she even through a hair ruffle before leaving). You found Billy, basking in the glory of having accidentally kicked a bully’s ass.

Now, you liked the kid enough from what you’d seen of him, but you knew that he wouldn’t be able to take him without help.

Ah, the coins.

You then saw your sister enter; she nudged her head behind her when you met eyes. You nodded, making your way over as she sat next to Billy, surprising all the other people the boy had called friends (who you knew were the clichéd bullied ones, so seeing Kim sat on their table would be an odd thing).

As you walked over, you saw one of Kim’s old friends, “Nice hair.” The bitch sneered as she passed Kim. Your sister sighed, but ultimately took it in stride.

When Kim caught your look, she put a hand on your shoulder, “Don’t, leave them.” Was all she asked.

Then she turned to the boy she asked to see, “Billy, look at me,” He did so, “Do you feel weird?”

“You mean like weirder than usual?” He questioned.

“Yeah. Different.” Kim clarified as she placed her coin on the table.

“Oh,” Billy checked to see if the area was clear before he placed his own down. You followed, then Jason did as he joined you.

“Listen, we know something happened up there, ok? I’m not the same.” Jason said.

“Me either. Oh! I’m strong.”

“How strong?” Kim asked.

“Like, insanely strong.” Billy answered, pleased with the answer. Ok then, so it wasn’t just you.

“I feel like we need to go back up there.” As Kimberly made that suggestion, your coins started to vibrate. You all slammed your hands on them.

“Probably a good idea before someone actually notices.”  You added.

“The counter’s boiling.” Jason noted. Then, your coins started to leave burn marks on the counter, things started to vibrate as food spilled and bubbled. Cans started going off and everyone started to scream as it did so.

A natural reaction. However, it hit Kim’s old friends.

The four of you looked at each other, “We’re going back today.” Jason seemed to think he had to say.

“Yeah.” Kim answered.

“Whatever you say, boss man.” Was your one.

 “Can I ask you a question?” You asked as you got in the passenger seat, with Kim as the driver.

“Sure.”

“When did you pass your test?”

As she answered, she started up the car, “Not long before we adopted you, why?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You said, deciding to just leave it.

“Hey, no, you can ask me. You know that, right?” She assured, pulling out of the garage.

“…. Ok, yeah. Sorry.” Your voice had gone quieter with those words.

“You don’t have to feel bad about asking questions, not to me or anyone else.” She told you.

“Sure. I’ll keep that in mind.” You said, as she went through the thoughts that were now on her mind: mainly about who made you think that asking any question was wrong.

 You picked up the other two, even moving to the back seat so Jason could sit next to your sister. All three insisted that you didn’t need to, but you just gave the guy a genuine smile and got out and moved to the back.

Now, you were passing where this whole thing had started, seeing police and what not gathered around.

You all shared a nervous look, “Let’s just keep going.” Kim said, taking a calming breath.

 You made it with no issue, walking to the top of the hill and looking down below. However, now there was someone there that you recognised.

“Guys, look. Look, it’s that guy again.” Your sister said as you all recognised him as the sarcastic one from before.

“Find anything interesting?” Jason yelled down to him, his voice echoing around the place.

“If I do, I’m keeping it!” Was his response.

“We know why you’re here.” Kim shouted.

“Oh yeah? You guys wake up surprised to be alive and jump over a house?” The guy asked.

“Yeah,” You all looked to Billy, “Kinda. Well…. No. Look, we’re all different, alright? Everything’s different.” As he concluded his piece.

“You’re Zack, right?” Ah, so that was his name.

“Yup.” Zack confirmed.

“You still go to Angel Grove?” Jason’s question gained a laugh from Zack.

“Sometimes. You know, the other girl was here to, about an hour ago.” He informed you.

Billy then pointed to her, “You mean that girl right there?” He said.

“Hey! Come on down! We should figure this out together!” Jason ordered.

However, that girl was then scrambling up rocks impossibly quick.

As you all watcher her, Zack then followed.

Then, after a run-up, your sister was following too, jumping way too far than an average human can/should.

“Ok, then.” You said, taking your own run up and jumping. Kim’s landing worked, your’s was more of a tumble than a landing. But you were quick to get back up and start running again.

When you had caught up, the other girl was surrounded by the others and a massive hole in the ground.

“You have a coin. We have a coin. We should just talk about this. I mean, we don’t know what this…” Kim was cut off when the girl was sailing over to the other side. Having a landing just like your own was.

Zack was next, despite your sister’s pleads for him not to. He landed right on his face.

“Alright, come on, jump with me.” She asked Jason, before looking at you.

You looked down the hole, gulping a bit at the drop below. You looked back to your sister, “I’ll uh – I’ll meet you over there.” You said, voice trembling a bit.

She looked like she wanted to say something but decided against it. She nodded, “Alright, see you there.” She said with a timid smile.

“You got this, guys!” Jason encouraged you. You heard the words, but the thumping in your ears was louder.

Your breaths were quicker, your hands on your knees.

“Y/N!” You looked over to Kim, who had an encouraging smile, “You got this!” She yelled, faith in her words.

You looked to Billy after he had finished his ramble about the odds, “You ready?” You asked, not wanting to go alone.

“Are you?”

“No.” You had to be honest.

With that, you both jumped. Billy barely landed it, you landed fully and rolled. Kim grabbed you to stop you from rolling further, “Got you, I got you.” She assured you as Billy got himself up and cheered.

After Kim had helped you up and wiped any grass on you away, you all clapped for Billy. Kim put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a pat.

However, during that cheer, the poor kid fell back into the hole.

Although, to your surprise, he was ok. He had even called up for you to follow him down.

“Go on, I’ll meet you down there.” Kim said, giving you a pat. And then a push.

 You hit the water, coming up for air right as Kim and the other girl hit it too. As you all came up, you noticed your coins glowing.

Billy then led you down, underwater towards something that held your distorted reflection. As it turned out…. you were upside down in that world.

You all fell down.

“Ow.” You sounded for everyone else.

“The walls are shaking.” Kim noted as she put her hand to it. Billy, again, led the way.

However, none of you were expecting what was on the other side. A big ass spaceship looking thing.

Jason’s coin then opened a door, one that you all – cautiously – walked through.

Now…. Well, now you were inside the big ass spaceship.

Parts of the ship seemed to react to your coins, turning and twisting.

Obviously, you weren’t exactly fans of this. So, you did the only thing you could think of.

You ran. Kim grabbed your arm as you were about to pass her, pulling you into her hiding spot next to her. A simple wall-ish pole. Not much, but it was better than nothing.

You all ran to the girl as she screamed, acting as if you were prepared to fight, “We will kill you.” Jason tried to sound strong.

“Kill me? How?” Ok, good point.

“There’s six of us.” Kim said, liking those odds.

“Yes, I know! I’ve been waiting for you!” The…. robot? alien? Thing? Cheered, “Wait, where’s the other guy? 1,2,3,4,5…. Oh! There he is.” He said, meaning Zack and pulled him towards you.

Apparently, the thing had been waiting 65 million years for you….as of Monday. He held his arms out, but you all backed up, Kim putting you behind her a little.

You did what it asked and turned around, seeing a massive command like centre with a giant screen. It gave you its name of Alpha. And it was an android, so close.

Its next demand was simple, step on the podium like things.

Billy was first, who then beckoned you on. You all followed suite.

The silence as then broken by a massive BANG! As lights turned on around you and the screen seemed to literally come to life.

Alpha and a giant – and I mean GIANT – face communicated in a language you had never heard of before. But it seemed like the wall was getting more and more pissed off. Jason grabbed the girl as you all found your escape plan.

Kim grabbed you by the arm, hauling you up. However, just as you reached the exit, the door closed.

Alpha only asked you to come forward, even adding a “please” at the end.

You all looked at each other, there was no other choice.

So, the wall was called Zordon.

“You mean to tell me that the fate of the universe is placed in the hands of these…. These children?” Zordon asked as his face moved along the wall.

Zordon then gave your little band a name: The Power Rangers. There were some that came before you, as Billy deduced, and they protected life.

You could’ve used some before, then.

There was a thing called a Zeo Crystal, all life pretty much. All planets that had life had a bit of the crystal in them.

While Kim did have a point, that this all was a bit ridiculous. Being lifted into the air was not.

You were then in the main part of the city, with everyone turned to stone. A woman with a green staff then rushed up to you all, she seemed to suck the life out of you all. She screamed in your face as she shoved you back, breaking apart what used to be people.

As you fell, you landed back in the ship. Getting told that the person you saw was Rita, a woman who would destroy the world in 11 months –

Sorry, days.

You looked at the other girl, seeing her face having the same message as your own: this was all too much.

So, you all took your chance and walked out.

 Her name was Trini, “She’s new at school. Transferred in a month ago. We have English together, right?” Kim asked.

“And Biology. We sit next to each other.” You added, looking at Trini, she gave you a tiny smile.

“Wait, look. None of us really know each other, ok?” Kim looked a bit pained at the statement, looking to you. But somehow we were all in the same place at the same time when Billy found those coins.” Jason said, trying to get you all on his side.

Billy then jumped in with a question: Iron-man or Spider-man, which hero were you guys?

 That question stayed with you as Kim drove you home. Jason had told you that he was going back there tomorrow. Another question was on your mind: Where you going to show up too?

You just looked out the window the whole way home, just the radio keeping you both companies.

When the engine died, you felt a hand on your shoulder, you instantly tensed. The hand was removed immediately, “Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.” Your sister apologised as your breathing picked up again, you put your hands on the dashboard as you tried to calm it.

“Shit, sorry. My bad.”

“Hey, no. It’s not your fault.” She assured you, not making any move to physically support you, just in case.

You leant back in your chair, “Thank you.”

“For what?” She kept her voice soft.

“For – uh – for not uhm…. For respecting the whole no touch thing during that.”

“Of course, whatever you need.”

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 You all did show up the next day and stood as Zordon played mentor. Three things: Never reveal who you are, never escalate a fight, and never use your abilities for personal gain.

You then moved to the podiums, trying to do a thing called “Morph”. Apparently, it would give you armour.

Full on sci-fi medieval shit.

The energy in the middle picked up it’s – well, it’s energy as Zordon tried to motivate you by telling you about who the rangers were: people sworn to protect life and warriors.

However, its grid died out very quickly.

Ok, so you were going to “the pit” to train without armour. You and Kim met eyes; you raised your brow: here we go.

There, creatures emerged from what looked like rock. These were putties.

 Kim was training with you, she threw a punch, one you blocked and quickly flipped her over, “Oh, god.” She groaned as she got up.

“S-sorry.” You meant the words.

She jus smiled and shook her head, “You’re good. Come on, show me how to do that.” She asked. You tilted you head to the side, “I’m serious, I want you to teach me how to fight.”

So, you did.

“Where’d you learn this?” Your smile shook a bit at the question, her’s dimmed at the reaction.

“Less learning, more desperation leads to this.”

 The days went on and on, with you all still ending up in pain from the Putties, but it led to you all getting better at fighting. Hell, Trini even had a sparing partner. You both could fight, both dirty when you needed to be. It had even led to the others watching you both with amazement as you both seemed to get a one up before reversing again.

No armour, but you were bonding. Paper’s being flung around at inhuman speeds when in class. You were still sat next to Trini, but both talking now, and you were all actually becoming…. friends.

“Heads up.” She said, but you caught it without even looking up. You raised your eyebrows before lowering them, she chuckled as you opened the note: “We should start a band.” It said.

You pocketed the note.

 There was one time where Billy had morphed into his armour, when Zack and Jason had a fight. Zordon, however, was just a bit disapproving that you didn’t know how.

 The thing most scary for you, though? You and Kim were actually functioning as a sibling duo. You both were talking and even shared some quirks: talking at the same time, eyebrow raising in sync, finishing sentences.

Having things go good meant they’d go wrong very soon. You were just waiting for the day that the bag would be dropped on your bed and you’d be told to go back.

 That was what had led to you all having a campfire and sharing secrets about yourself. When it came to Kim’s turn, you saw her eyes turn glassy, she looked at you with this…. look. You couldn’t decipher it, but it meant something, “Not tonight. Skip me.”

“What about you, Y/N?” Jason asked. You looked from the flames to the guy.

“What you wanna know?”

“Why were you in the detention?” He repeated.

You sighed, closing your eyes: Fuck it, “Guy in school knew where I came from before…. The family I had before.”

“Wait, you were adopted?” Zack questioned.

You looked at him with a pained look, but nodded and continued, “Yup, lucky me. Been in and out a few times, probably will be a few more.” You didn’t mean the last part, but it just slipped out.

“…. What?” Kim asked, hurt.

“Mum’s been skipping town for a few days, why do you think that is?”

“Because it’s part of her job.” She managed to control her voice, but the anger was there.

“Ok.” You just decided to drop it. You were tired, of the cycle repeating itself again.

“Anyway, detention happened because that prick knew, and he threatened me about it. Threatened to tell everyone about what that last family was like.” You continued the original story.

“What happened?” Billy was the one who asked that one.

You looked back at the fire, “Let’s just say I’m lucky that I got out.” You left it there at that.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You didn’t blame your older sister for asking the question, but still.

“Because I’m waiting for that shoe to drop, Kim. Hell, I still am.” You had heard about this, about how drink allowed you to bare your soul.

“Asshole.” She could mean either you or Ty; you wouldn’t blame her for either.

“And there it is.” You said, tilting your bottle as you laid down on the grass.

 Home was sombre that night, and you heard Kim leave. You didn’t blame her; you both needed some time to comprehend everything.

You laid in silence, just hoping for sleep to take you. However, just as you were going to go to the land of sleep, the phone went off.

Groaning, you looked at the phone, seeing that you had in fact slept a bit, “Yeah?” You asked.

“Hey,” Trini’s shaky voice responded, she was almost frightened, “Can you meet me somewhere in a bit?”

“Trini –”

“Do you trust me?” She asked. It was a direct question, not one you could skirt around, you both seemed aware of that.

Unfortunately, your answer wasn’t one you wanted to say,

“Yeah.”

 Going to the spot she asked you to go to, you found out that she had been attacked by Rita, and that your next destination was the old dockyard.

Jason gave a speech, all-be-it not a positive one, about how you were all screw-ups, but he wasn’t going to let this city burn without trying.

There was a lot of truth to his words. More than you would want to admit.

 Arriving, you all picked up some weapons in the yard; mainly chains, pipes, and paddles.

Inside, you found a man tied up. However, looking up, that was just Rita waiting for you. She knocked you all back, and then the assault began.

It wasn’t fair, thinking about it, six vs one who had millions of years worth of experience.

In short, she kicked your asses fairly quickly and had you all tied up on the boat, “Five little rangers tied up like fish,” So, this was Rita in the flesh. She grabbed Jason’s face with her hand that was filled with sharp, long, nails, “The leader? Oh, hello, red.” At her taunt, Jason slammed his head into her’s.

She did seem to be a bit hurt by it, letting out a grunt at the impact, before she chuckled, “You’re not entirely disappointing. Look at you, trying to figure out my plan. I’ll just tell you: Yellow has led you to your deaths. Because I’m going to kill you, one by one, until you tell me, where is my crystal?” She walked as she talked, going up and down the line of you all, but she gave you a passing look before meeting eyes with Jason once again.

“We don’t know!” Jason exclaimed, or more sneered.

“No, Red. You don’t know! But guess what? One of you does. Who could it be?” She started to pace once again amongst you, “Eenie, meenie, miney…Orange,” She said, stopping at you.

Kim’s breathing shuddered as Rita grabbed your face, “Orange, always the youngest and the toughest of them all. Seems you didn’t break that cycle, did you? Well, you don’t know. But he does.” She looked to Billy.

Without wasting a second, she put the spear to Zack’s neck, sucking the life out of him, “Ok, ok! Don’t hurt my friends, alright? It’s at a dining establishment.” Billy said, giving in.

“Where? What does that mean? What’s it called?” Rita pressed.

“It’s a Krispy Kreme.” Billy said.

“Krispy Kreme…. this is a special place?”

“Very special.” Zack said.

“It must be. The source of life itself is buried there. Thank you, Blue, for being so weak. Zordon would lose all respect for me if I don’t kill you. At least one of you.” Rita said as she started to walk away.

“What –” Kim’s question was cut off when a pulse went off, hitting you, “NO!” She cried out as you went into the water, still tied up.

She heard the other’s shouting, crying out your name, but all she heard was her own wails and heart bumping in her ears, followed by a ringing sound.

They were then let go after a final taunt about not being ready, but Kim wasn’t listening, she was already at the rope, pulling back with all her might. She then felt the others helping, but the ringing only got louder and louder with each pull.

Jason and Zack laid you down, but Kimberly shoved them out of the way and went to work on unbuttoning a bit of your shirt, she then grabbed your head in her hands, “Y/N? Hey, you got this, come on Y/N. Come on…please. You’ve…. you’ve survived worse,” She was begging now, using the chats you had together about parts of your past families in an attempt to get a reaction from you.

Nothing came from it.

She put a hand to your neck but felt nothing. She sobbed, “He – He…. He’s dead.” She was the one to call it. Her brother was gone. She gently ran a thumb on your forehead as she repeated the news.

Her little brother was gone.

The ringing came back. She reached into your pocket at the feeling of something, it was a note. Opening it, it was the one she had thrown to you in class, the one about the band. That just made her sob more as she buried her head into your chest.

However, that ringing then stopped as she looked to the others, “Pick him up,” She demanded, voice gaining its strength back. When they didn’t act, she turned to them and roared, “Help me pick him up!”

 For Kim, the journey back was like a dream. She only remembered being back and them all laying you down, Trini using her jacket as a rest for your head.

She had seen how you had been closest to Trini (right next to her, of course, in terms of closeness) she was happy that you had been trying to come out of your shell a bit.

To be honest, the home life she had seemed to be something you gravitated towards. She didn’t blame you.

She then turned to Billy, who had put himself in the corner, “Billy,” She called, approaching him, “This is not your fault, ok?” He didn’t seem sure of that, shaking his head and pressing his hands to his skull, “Hey, hey, hey, hey,” She said in a softer tone as she grabbed the hands and wrapped her arms around him.

She had lost one younger brother; she was going to be damned if she had lost another.

“This isn’t your fault, it’s not your fault.” She repeated a few times, before she felt Trini tap her on the shoulder, she silently motioned to your body.

Giving her friend a smile, she approached you and sat down near your had, grabbing one of your cold, limp, hands in her own and ran her thumb over it.

“I’m sorry guys,” Jason apologised, “He’s dead because of me.”

“No, Jason, it was all of us.” Kim tried to provide some sense of morbid comfort. It wasn’t going help; you were still gone.

“No, I pushed it. And as usual, I made the wrong decision. Out of fear, anger…. I don’t know, I was just so angry. He’s a good kid, you know. In his own way, he loved us. I think he loved being a ranger. Liked being special, liked being someone. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’d trade my life for yours if I could.” Jason said, moving and sitting on the step.

“Maybe – Maybe he traded his life for us.” Kim suggested.

“Yeah, probably did,” Zack stood up, “I would.”

“Me too.” It went without saying, but she still felt like she had too.

“Yeah, me too.” Trini voiced.

“Me too.” The boss man said.

“Me too.” Billy parroted in full honesty.

There was then rage in her eyes, a fire that had been lit, “There’s just the five of us now. The truth is, whatever we’ve said to each other, it doesn’t matter. This. This is the only thing that matters.” Kim was fierce with her words.

“She’s right.” Trini backed.

The next moment, the morphing grid started to energise once more. This time with more passion than ever before.

They all watched as Zordon’s face then disappeared from the wall as the lights flickered, before coming back on.

They all waited with baited breath, before the face then returned, “I know,” The wall said in regards to that being his only chance to comeback as a human, “But, only one of us could come back.”

You shot up, coughing and gasping for air.

Kim didn’t waste any time in running over to you and helping you sit up, before taking your arm and helping you up at your own pace.

Trini had also run over in support. They both looked both pleased, concerned, and confused.

“Are you ok?” Kim asked, over and over again as you got up.

“We got you. We got you.” Trini assured from your other side.

“Did I die?” You asked, still gaining your bearings.

“No –” Trini said her answer in conjunction with Kim’s, “Yes.” The two friends looked at each other of their contradiction.

“Little bit.” Zack was the middleman.

“And you guys brought me back?” Was your next question.

“Told you we were super-heroes.” Billy called out, making the other four laughs.

Kim pulled you into a hug, planting a kiss into your hair.

You were alive and breathing.

Then it was Jason, who put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a brotherly squeeze, “Welcome back, my friend.” He said with sincerity.

“Kr-We need to go to the Krispy Kreme’s, right?” You asked, still catching your breath.

“Ok, you’re right. Let’s try this.” Jason said, letting you go and moving to the platform.

Zack gave you a slap on the arm.

Trini gave you a sisterly kiss on the cheek and ruffled your hair.

Billy gave you a tight hug.

And Kim smiled, the brightest you had ever seen her smile.

“Hey.” You greeted.

“Hey.” She replied, more tears appearing (but happy ones, this time) before she wrapped you in an even tighter hug than Billy’s.

It lasted a minute or two, before she let go and wiped at her eyes, “Now, what you say we go get this bitch, together? We’ve got your back.” She told you, holding out a hand.

You looked from her to the others, who only waited for you both.

They weren’t leaving you. That wasn’t what family did.

You slammed your hand into your sister’s, “Let’s go get this bitch.” You agreed.

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You were in your armour. Yours an orange that wasn’t too bright. A helmet with a simple lined visor too it. It fit you all like a glove, like it was made for you all.

You saw the Putties as they entered the water above you (that never got old). You all shared a look, “Alright, let’s do this.” Your sister said, before looking to you. You nodded, before you all jumped through the water to confront them.

You hit them head one, giving one another momentum up to fight another. You crashed through one, and spotted another coming your way, that was cut off by Trini, “Got your back, kid.” She told you through the comms.

You kicked one going for her, “Got yours too.” You heard her chuckle before your sister grabbed your hand and threw you.

You punched through the Putty with ease, before your sister used you as a launching pad to get to one above you.

You then all flew out of the water, landing on the ground in sync.

You came face to face with another army. One that you all charged into.

You rolled over one, kicking another on your way down. With the first, you had grabbed him as you kicked his friend and threw him over your shoulder. Like a bowling ball, he hit two of his friends. They all shattered.

You ducked under another’s punch, throwing one back and breaking him apart.

“Duck!” Billy warned as he sailed over you and kicked one. You grabbed his hands and threw him up, using the distraction to take three Putties down fairly quick.

Kim ripped another’s head off and threw it to its friends, “No one hurts my brother.” She sneered as you both shared a nod.

You were all pushed to a cliff’s edge, when Zack’s zord came barrelling over the hill, smashing into the putties.

However, Billy called you over, stopping your small victory.

Your visor’s retracted, seeing what Zordon had called “Goldar” be the real deal.

“We’re going to Angel Grove. Let’s get the Zords.” Your sister ordered.

And you did, you all entered your own ones. Yours being a falcon, but an orange one. You looked at your sister through the window, giving each other assuring looks: here we go.

Then you all took off.

It started off well, with you and your sister in the skies and providing support form there. You both were in sync with one another, seemingly being able to tell who was going to do what, even barrel rolling past one another to get by.

In short, you were a team. An actual team.

Zack was being overwhelmed one minute, and the next he was free, “Thanks, buddy!” He called up to you as you flew past, but with a few putties on your zord.

“No problem!” You responded, now struggling to get rid of your new guests.

“Y/N! Turn to me and keep flying straight!” Your sister called.

You turned to her direction, going towards her with full speed, “Do you trust me?” She asked you.

You nodded, “Of course.” You answered, completely sure of your answer.

Just as you were about to collide, Kim pulled up and flipped around, knocking a few off before blasting the rest.

With an EMP from Billy, the Putties were all gone. But Goldar and Rita remained.

You made a line, Kim taking right flank, with you taking left. You all fired with everything you had, only to receive fire and punches. Your zord landed right next to Trini’s in the line. All you guys heard were each other’s groans as you got knocked around.

You were being pushed back, back into a fiery pit below.

“No one dies alone.” Jason said.

“I’m ok with that.” Billy was sure of his words.

“Go out as one.” You were sure of yours as well. You all continued to fire, but it was having no effect.

You looked over, seeing Trini struggling to stay conscious. To be honest, so were you.

You both shared a teary look: this was it.

“I love you guys.” You called.

“Love you too.” Was the response of those still awake?

“Thank you for being my friends.” Was Billy’s version.

With that, you all went over.

You all screamed as the fire took your zords. Only you heard clinking as well, as if things were going into place.

The old saying: Rise from the ashes like a Phoenix really did apply here.

You were all combined as one. A massive concoction of all your zord’s.

You were all connected.

It took some getting used to the controls – seeing who controlled which part – but you got the hang of it. With that, you all called out who was doing what and all worked in sync to do just that.

Then, it was just Rita. And with a simple flick of her wrist, Trini had sent her into space.

It was over, you had one with your new family.

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You and Kim walked out the house together, your parents still weren’t home yet. But you didn’t really mind. Kim was good at getting you two out of the house, be that for training, a walk, or for some food.

She knew that she would have a talk with your mother when she returned, but that could wait. School/Detention was first.

She put an arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm as you both walked in unison to class.

“Ready, little bro?” She asked, looking down at you.

“As ready as I can be.” You answered, honestly. She nodded, taking it on board.

With that, you both but a hand to each door, and shared another look. Then, they opened.

 Life wasn’t perfect, you still had a mother that was gone on a trip and a dad who was hardly around. But you had your brother’s and sisters to help you with anyone, and you would do the same.

Because that was what family was; loyal.