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matthewtkachuk · 4 years ago

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how to be a heartbreaker: rule five - rafe cameron

Rafe Cameron’s privileged upbringing has let him get away with far too much, for far too long. Between his tormenting of the pogues, running his mouth without consequence, and arrogant attitude, it’s time someone knocked him down a peg. Breaking his bones didn’t work, but maybe you can break his heart.

co-authored with my love, freya @rekrappeter

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader, unrequited!JJ x reader

warnings: angst, starting a relationship under false pretences, drinking and drug use

word count: 4.8k

a/n: here she is the last rule. all i have to say is we’re sorry and we love yall so much, don’t cancel us on the dash. please please please leave us feedback, freya and i read every comment and cry, love you guys so much!!

“Is this last rule even necessary?” you rolled your eyes, listening to JJ blabber on and on. John B jumped in now and again to add extra information that JJ glossed over but for the most part, your blonde friend took the lead again.

Kie chimed in, “I don’t think that y/n of all people needs to be reminded not to fall.”

“Yeah, do i look stupid enough to fall for Rafe Cameron’s charms?” You said, giving JJ an inquisitive look.

JJ smirked at you, shrugging his shoulders, “Look, I trust you but you John B thought it might be a good one to add.”

“You never know what life could throw at you, kid,” John B chuckled, sipping on his bottle of beer, “to be on the safe side.”

You stood from the couch, a grin on your face as your hands rested on your hips, you looked at each one of your friends in the eye. “I promise you all now, I will not fall in love with Rafe Cameron.” JJ smirked at your response to the worried looks, reaching out to do your handshake with him before he started to talk about the next rule.

“Rule five: when they call, don’t be the first to fall”

Weeks passed in a blur, punctuated with spending more and more time with Rafe - more movie dates in the back of his truck, spending time at the driving range as he jokingly accused you of embracing your inner kook, taking you for rides on his yacht (which you had to admit was much more impressive than the HMS Pogue), and eventually taking you to that fancy restaurant on the coast. It was also interspersed with less and less time spent with the Pogues, you were pulling away from them whether you realized it or not.

On a night when Pope finally convinced you to spend time with them all, you were perched on a broken lawn chair as your friends sat around the dying fire with you.

As you sat there, nursing a can of warming PBR, your mind wandered to what a certain kook was doing. You thought about the way he made you laugh, how his body felt against yours, the slow way he claimed your body and your mouth, the look in his eyes after you had both finished, sweaty and spent, wrapped in each other’s arms. You thought about the soft way he played with your hair as you laid your head on his chest, the way it felt to fall asleep next to him, and the soft and quiet joy you felt waking up with his arm around your waist. Panic set in as you realized the implications of your feelings. Your.... feelings. You felt your chest tighten and your eyes widen as you began to comprehend the truth, stupid bet and stupider plan be damned, you were falling for public enemy number one, Rafe Cameron himself. Your mouth went dry and you began to have difficulties breathing. Suddenly a mess of blonde hair was in your face as JJ kneeled in front of you. Despite your earlier fight, you were still his best friend and when JJ noticed you about to slip into a panic attack, he reacted quickly.

You vaguely recognized the words leaving his mouth as your name and, ‘are you okay?’ but the sight of him was distressing you more. How could you be falling in love with Rafe Cameron when you were already deeply in love with the boy in front of you? The two were bitter enemies, no love lost between them. The thought distressing you more and more you could only shake your head and weakly attempt to push his hands from their place on your knee, gasping out “Pope, I need Pope.”

JJ’s face fell, the realization that he’s no longer the one you turn to for comfort stings but he calls out for Pope, stepping back at letting his friend help you through it. He watched intently as Pope calmed you down, breathing with you and trying to get you to focus on his voice and your surroundings. JJ stumbled over a branch, watching you grip to Pope like a lifeline, and he realized then that he lost you. He hasn’t seen you in weeks, and if he did, it was for ten minutes maximum. He’d come by your house and it’d be empty, he’d wait in your bedroom and each time your bed looked as if it hadn’t been used in days. His messages went unanswered and it was getting hard to ignore the gossip of Rafe Cameron dating a pogue that fell off every middle aged woman’s tongue as he mowed their lawn.

He took one last look at you before turning his back to his friends and stalking away from the chateau with only one mission evident in his blurry mind. He ignored the protests of Kie and John B, feeling his friend grip his wrist to stop him but he made a clear break to his bike, jumping on it and starting the engine, making a beeline to figure eight.

An hour or two later you were making your way down the beach away from your friends. You had noticed JJ wasn’t there when you’d finally calmed down in Pope’s arms, but you just shrugged it off, assuming he’d found some blonde barbie touron and gone home with her. Your heart was pounding in your chest at the anticipation of seeing Rafe, he had messaged you earlier to meet him down by the lifeguard station. Despite your earlier freak out, you knew that your feelings for Rafe were genuine and you couldn’t wait to see him, to put all this behind you and start a real relationship with him, if he’d have you.

Spotting his tall figure sitting on the beach, you smiled to yourself and approached him quietly, covering his eyes with your hands and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. You felt him tense up, and your brows furrowed, Rafe had never acted so stiffly around you. Not since you’d started whatever was going on between you.

“You don’t have to do that,” he spoke lowly, sounding as though his throat was raw as he pulled your hands off of him.

“D-Do what?” you asked, stepping in front of him and grabbing his face in your hands. He leant into your touch for a moment, eyes closed before they slowly opened, revealing his red eyes.

“Pretend,” he looked right into your eyes and deep into your soul as you felt your heart shatter.

“Pretend? Rafe?” you don’t know why you were asking him, the realization had set in quickly that JJ wasn’t off with some touron, he was off ruining your happiness. Rafe stood up from the sand, his stature towering over you but he didn’t look as intimidating or as confident as he usually did, he looked heart broken. You had done it, you thought bitterly to yourself. You had perfected how to be a heartbreaker.

“Maybank told me everything, your stupid little plan, the stupid bet. All of it,”

“R-Rafe,” your voice broke, taking a step closer to him but he stumbled away from you, “It’s not what you think.”

Rafe scoffed drily, shaking his head, “You’re going to do that now? I know everything, y/n! You can’t fucking deny it! I trusted you with things, I-I opened up to you about everything… my mother,” he cried, ignoring the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. He didn’t care how he looked in this moment, he couldn’t care less if someone was filming him to expose him at some big party; he fell in love with you and he was broken, he wanted you to know how you made him feel.

“Rafe, when I agreed to do this, I wasn’t thinking about the ending… I was just thinking about how to get back at you for all the shit you put us through.”

A loud, heavy sigh passed his lips and the anger furried behind the agony, “That’s the problem with you and your fuckin pogues,” Rafe snapped, “You think you’re all innocent and I'm this awful monster you can pin the blame on. As if Maybank doesn’t start half, if not more of our fights, as if he’s never said something disgusting about my sister to me thinking he could get away with that. As if you didn’t pretend to fall in love with me just to see the look in my eyes when you tell me it was all a lie.”

“Yes, okay, I admit it, I was pretending at the start,” you shouted at him, feeling all your emotions piling over the edge, “But I wasn’t pretending for the last few weeks. Rafe I-” You blinked back tears, sobs threatening to rip from your lips, “I fell in love with you too.”

“How do I know you aren’t pretending right now? I bet that would be real funny to you and your friends, convince me that you’re in love with me too just to make it hurt even more when you pull the rug out for real.” He shook his head in utter disbelief. He couldn’t believe he had been so wrong about you. He thought that you cared for him, that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. When JJ had showed up at his house, Rafe hadn’t believed him at first, you couldn’t be that cruel. But the look on your face when he said ‘you don’t have to do that’ confirmed it all for him. Rafe thought the worst pain he would ever feel in his life was standing over his mother’s casket at her funeral, but this came close.

“I'm not, Rafe, trust me… I’ve never felt this way about anyone and yes, I’ll forever regret how it started but-”

“You already won, you don’t have to pretend anymore,” he shook his head, interrupting you and turning to walk away.

“Rafe, stop!” you begged, grabbing onto his wrist, but he easily shook you off.

“Congratulations, you got what you wanted, I fell in love with you,” Rafe muttered, disdain dripping from his tongue, “I hope you and Maybank are really happy together, don’t ever speak to me again,” he snarled, giving you one last look before he walked away from you.

“Rafe, please,” You begged, before you felt your knees give out, collapsing into the sand. The sobs you had barely been keeping at bay finally escaped your lips, the sound heart wrenching to anyone who was unfortunate to be near enough to hear them.

JJ must have been nearby, because he was on you in a second, “y/n?!” He was gripping your shoulders, attempting to pull you in for a hug, but you shoved him as hard as you could away from you, and frantically clawed at the sand to propel you backwards, away from him.

"This is all your fault!" You wanted to scream and shout at the top of your lungs, but you couldn't, your voice was a weak whimper. JJ watched you intently, his heart slowing at the sight of you, tears streaming down your face. He can count the amount of times he'd seen you cry on one hand, and it was a sight he wanted to erase from his mind completely.

"Y/n, i-" but he didn't know what to say. He knew what he'd done, he wasn't thinking about you when he said those words. He was solely focused on breaking Rafe's heart that he never considered yours.

“I know you couldn’t ever love someone like me, but that didn’t mean you had the right to stop everyone else from it. Am I that repulsive, that disgusting that you feel the need to ruin any chance I have at happiness?” You sobbed, head falling into your hands. You knew JJ would never love you the way you wanted, and you knew that he was always threatening boys to keep them away from you, but you never thought he would actually do this.

“Y/n, that’s- that’s not-” he was struggling to find the words to say to show you that wasn’t how he felt about you at all.

"I-I'm done, JJ, I'm done chasing something that will never happen," You shook your head, voice hoarse from the screaming and the crying. The one man you wanted to wrap his arms around you and comfort you couldn’t even look at you anymore; the man you shared the softest of moments with in such a short span of time, the man that made you feel something, made you feel wanted and loved.

“Y/n, we can work this out,” JJ pleaded, kneeling down in front of you but you shook your head, pushing him away again. “You’re my best friend and I love you, y/n.”

You choked out a strangled laugh, “Love? Fuck you JJ, you don’t know the meaning of the word.”

“That’s not true, I know I love you.” He pleaded again, stupidly reaching for you a third time. But this time his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to him and he crashed his lips against yours. You struggled against him, his grip strong and tight until you bit his lip. He let go of your wrists in shock and you took the opportunity to slap his cheek as hard as you could.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You cried at him, “You can’t just do that to me JJ. You know that I have been in love with you our whole lives, you don’t get to do this right now. You don’t get to do this ever.” You finally managed to get up, tears falling from your face.

“Y/n, I-” he started again, realizing that he had well and truly fucked up this time, possibly ruining your friendship beyond repair.

“Congratulations, you broke Rafe Cameron’s heart… but you also broke mine.” You spit at him and walked into the night.

JJ sat there on his knees for a moment in shock, staring at his hands that had just held you. His lips were tingling with a kiss that he had craved since the first and last time when you were both fourteen. But it was all wrong. He had waited too long, thinking that you would always just be there in the wings, waiting for him to get his shit together and then you could be together. He had always just taken for granted his beautiful best friend, the one who he swore up and down he didn’t have feelings for, but deep down he always knew he did.

One minute, he’s wallowing in the consequence of his actions, the next, Pope is shoving him, telling him to ‘get up’.

“You idiot!” Pope shouted. JJ had never seen his best friend this mad before, and never at him. Not when JJ had pulled that gun on Topper, not when they had sunk that boat, not even when JJ had attacked you for sleeping with Rafe. But here Pope was, practically shaking with rage that was all directed at him. “When I said tell her how you feel, I didn’t mean destroy her relationship with Rafe and attack her with your face.”

“Yeah, but it was a relationship with Rafe. Cameron.” JJ enunciated the syllables of his enemies first and last name.

“A relationship that you unconsciously set up, and no matter who it is with, y/n is our best friend! We should support it, but we’ll never get the chance now because y/n is a sobbing mess in the house adamant that Rafe wants nothing to do with her. Because of you!”

“I- I didn’t want to hurt her,” JJ lamely replied, eyes downcast on the sand rather than look into the rightfully furious eyes of his best friend.

“And what did you think was going to happen when you exposed the plan to Rafe? Or when you tried to kiss y/n right after her heart was torn out of her chest, huh? What is wrong with you?”

“I wasn’t really thinking, man,” JJ ran his hands over his face, exhaling loudly.

“Clearly,” Pope replied drily, shaking his head at the idiocy of his best friend, wondering if there was a way to fix this, or if JJ had ruined everything.

Only a few feet away, you lay curled up against Kie’s side as she stroked your hair and let you cry on her shoulder. “I love him, Kie, I love him and he wants nothing to do with me. And he’s right to want nothing to do with me. What do I do?”

“Right now, you sleep it off.” She said softly, not understanding your love for the boy who had only ever made your friends’ lives hell, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t support it, support you. You loved her for that.

“And then?” You whispered sleepily, the exhaustion of the last hour of your life seeping deep into your bones.

“I believe if two people are meant to be together, eventually they’ll find their way back.”

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ceoofuwu · 4 years ago

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𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 ;; 𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘹 𝘧.𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟐.𝟏𝐤

𝐀/𝐍: so, this is the first Atsumu scenario! I'd literally give up my life for this man, I CAN'T HOLD BACK. Tho it turned out quite dark... I guess I made amends for it with the happy note in the end, then?

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: living with the Miya twins definitely means throwing party every once in a while and painting the town red... but what if, just once, things spiral out of control?

𝐓.𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ content ahead; mentions of sexual intercourse, unwanted/non-planned pregnancy, cursing. Suggestive themes.

Another wave of nausea washed over your body, making your guts twist with the unpleasant feeling of food hastily gushing out of your body.

You arrested your head further buried in the toilet, hands clutched tightly around the sides, mind flooding with hazy memories of last night’s events, as a stamp of warmth came in contact with your back.

Sloppy, heated kisses along the sensitive area of your neck were sending shivers through your entire body, which was being ravished by pleasure.

«Come on, baby…» he whispered against your ear, your lobe caught between his teeth, «I’ll be gentle».

Atsumu rubbed soothing circles on the broad surface of your back, crouched beside your weakened figure, the warmness of his palm eager to drive your fatigue away.

You had been sharing a home with him and his brother for quite some time now, the latter merely staying to keep you company and lend a hand with the loan. Showered with independence as you were, throwing parties every now and then was only natural. However, it wasn’t always completely kept under control.

«Drank too much, didn’t you?» he asked softly, worryingly, while his hand came to gently wipe your mouth with a small-sized towel he had fetched.

«I doubt I drank as much as you did, Tsumu…» you sighed, «… but I still don’t think that’s the proble—« your statement was cut off by your body pushing up another round of fluids.

Your back arched at the intolerable amount of rapture that was shaking your entire being, «M-more…! Atsumu…!»

«More?» he smirked, looking at you with devilish eyes then throwing your legs over his broad shoulders and thrusting even more forcefully this time, his bare cock hitting spots in depths it had never been before.

He remained silent the whole time, standing by your side, lightly pulling your hair back and continuing to soothe you with his rubbing patterns, his heart aching at the sight of your body completely cleaning itself out, leaving you fully worn out in its wake.

You lifted yourself slowly, making sure there was no other round coming then snatched the towel out of Atsumu’s hands hastily and wiped the stains of puke clean.

«You were saying…?» he asked, his eyes carefully following your movements to the sink, where you rinsed your mouth out.

«I don’t think it’s only drinking that got me like this…»

«What do you mean?»

«You weren’t particularly cautious last night…»

You were a complete and utter mess by now; body coated in sweat, quaking with overwhelming ecstasy, burning with the need for more friction, for the touch of your lover, who was mercilessly pounding in and out of you, gaining momentum with every push.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, meaning he was close to his peak, so you were already preparing for the pull out but, with a loud, lengthy groan against your clavicle, you only felt a new-found kind of warmth spreading inside of you instead.

«You feel so damn good baby…» he croaked, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breaths tickling the sensitive area, while he was gradually climbing down from his high.

What with all those surges of bliss washing over you and the influence of alcohol you were under, you didn’t care as much as to realize the severity of what had just happened.

«You don’t mean…» his voice trailed off, amber eyes widening with surprising realization.

The grave shadow cast upon his face was gone with a mere shrug of his shoulders.

«I do. There’s a high chance, Atsumu».

«I guess we’ll have a little brat crawling around the house in a few months then» he chuckled.

This was one of the few times in your life when you actually couldn’t believe in your ears. He couldn’t be talking seriously. He was deadpanning. Could he be that childish?

«Are you even in your right mind?! Do you happen to have even the slightest idea how serious this is?! What responsibilities it requires?!» you shouted, taking aggressive steps towards him, «How are we supposed to raise a child when you can barely fend for ourselves?» your index daringly poked his chest, look glowing with fury, «What makes you think I’d even want a child growing inside of me, huh?» you spurted out, words dripping with the bitter truth.

«We’re not even 100% sure you’re pregnant» he replied calmly, not allowing the burden of guilt weigh down on him.

«So you’re just going to hang onto a possibility? Is this your way of self-defense?» your tone stayed high on decibels, continuously shooting the blonde with arrows of qualm, but triggering his anger simultaneously.

His thick eyebrows came to a frown, a dark hue of irritation cloaking his face, blood boiling with rage. Deep down, he was well aware of the fact that he had been careless and therefore brought by this outcome, but at the same time he wanted to explode. All this unwavering accusation made him see red; and he didn’t particularly excel at his keeping his temper in check.

He didn’t care about neither your reaction nor the impact his words would have on your already heated argument because he honestly needed anything to fire back, when he spat out:

«It’s not my fault you can’t control what’s going in and out of your cunt».

SLAP!

Your palm clashed with the tender skin of his cheek, the sound of skin finding skin echoing in the empty room. At that point, you genuinely believed that there was no other way to back fire him; he had completely crushed your defenses with that mere line of his. Your heart was shattered to thousand pieces, like a fragile piece of glass thrown madly at the floor.

However, you still had some remaining strength for a finishing blow.

«I should have seen this coming. You always run away from your responsibilities, like the immature toddler you are. You don’t give a fuck about other people’s feelings, do you? All you care about is to feed and satisfy your own, insatiable ego!» you yelled, coming to realize that there are actual tears streaming down your face, but not minding at all the reason for their appearance, «…because that’s just what you are, Atsumu. An immature, egotistical pig».

His almond-shaped eyes widened in shock his body aching with the sensation of something having pierced through his chest. He wanted to yell, curse, break—no, destroy something. His madness was getting the better of him but even so, he somehow stopped dead on his tracks upon hearing that cruel utterance. His stare travelled on your form, inspecting your exhausted state, pity feeling him to the brim. Was this really what you thought of him? Was he truly the one that had you messed up like this?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the bathroom’s door. His twin brother walked in, wearing an expression of confusion and worry as his grey orbs fell on you.

«I can hear you screaming from the living room… is everything… o… kay? Why are you—« his gaze immediately pinned his brother, «--why is she crying?» he demanded.

Atsumu lowered his head in shame, glancing down at his feet, desperately struggling to avoid his brother’s uncomfortably scrutinizing look. One the one hand he had no clue how he was supposed to explain the situation, but on the other, he couldn’t exactly step back from it.

«Ιt’s… none of your business…» he murmured.

«I don’t think he heard you, Atsumu. Speak up a little. Tell him how your stupid, little ass fucked everything up again».

«What is she talking about, Tsumu?» Osamu’s facial expression was died in puzzlement, «Talk!»

«…you might become an uncle» he muttered reluctantly between gritted teeth.

«What?!» his look hopped between the two of you impatiently, not landing on anyone in particular.

Of course he was taken aback. How could he not be? Atsumu can be reckless from time to time yet, that seemed too surrealistic even for a person that knew him so well.

You were quite lost in your own concerns, which prevented you from noticing that Osamu had hastily and offensively grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, shaking him furiously.

«I always knew you were a stupid and annoying brother but I was hoping you’d be at least tolerable as a boyfriend!» he shouted in the other twin’s face, knuckles whitening at the tightness of his grip.

You’d usually laugh your heart out whenever the twins were fighting but this time the ambiance was too intense to allow even the slightest curl in your lips.

«We don’t even know if she’s accurately pregnant, you asshole! She hasn’t had a fucking test yet!» Atsumu roared back in exasperation.

Osamu’s features were completely painted with a mixture of bewilderment and realization, «She hasn’t?» his peek drifted to you and you shook your head in the negative.

«Well then…» he let go of his brother with a push, «…I’ll be back» he spoke, turning to leave the room.

«Where the hell are you going?»

«Where you should have gone from the beginning».

Thanks to Osamu, a light smile made its way to your lips. However, it was swiftly taken away by Atsumu’s murderous, disgusted glare. You answered to it with an identical one, not wanting to show him how much your heart was practically broken by that moment.

When he finally walked out of the bathroom, you made sure to lock the door he had harshly slammed behind him, before your body automatically slid against it, eventually collapsing on the floor

«Ugh, why does it take so freaking long?» you whined silently above the pregnancy test.

Before you knew it, your already pallid face was stained with tears once more, your hands rushing to cover your mouth and muffle your perpetual sobs as you succumbed entirely to the pain that was nested in your chest, waves of dejection, wrath and numbness hitting you relentlessly and unstoppably, letting you solely rot into the melancholy of anticipation….

Thankfully, Osamu had came back mere minutes ago with five tests in his hands, all of them produced by the same company. You explained that there was no need for so many, but seemed like Samu had quite freaked out so he couldn’t help himself. You had hastily snatched the tests and run off to the bathroom again, not paying to attention to what Atsumu was doing.

You would deal with him later, either way.

«Don’t be positive, don’t be positive…»

For about ten minutes straight, you were running conspiracies in your mind, attempting to calculate every possible outcome. If Atsumu was indeed the father of your child, then that… made also Osamu a dad? They’re literally the split image of each other so be it biological or adoptive father would practically make no difference. Which meant that if Osamu had kids—

«Are you… alright in here?» the door opened ajar and a familiar head slightly, almost timidly, protruded.

«Oh, now big, scary Atsumu isn’t mad?» you jibed.

Atsumu slid in, gently closing the door behind him and heading towards you.

«Look, I…» his eyes moved to the floor, afraid to encounter yours, «…I didn’t mean what I said… really, I uh…» you failed to suppress a light giggle at his miserable attempt to swallow his pride, «…I’m sorry, okay? Stop mocking me! And I’ll take care of our child…! If we have one, I mean…» you glanced at the test one more time to see if anything had changed and your eyes widened in surprise.

«Atsumu».

«…and I’ll do anything, I’ll cook even without setting the kitchen on fire I—«

«Atsumu!»

“Just don’t be mad at me okay? I’ll even change the baby—«

«ATSUMU!» you yelled, also making awkward hand signals that made no sense to earn his attention.

«What?»

«You won’t have to change any baby! Nor take care of it!»

He lifted his eyebrow in confusion, «We are getting a babysitter?»

«There’s no baby you idiot! I’m not pregnant! I’m not---« a silent sob cut off your sentence.

«Hey, wait, why are you crying?» Atsumu’s hand rested on your flushed cheek, his thumb swiping away a tear that came unbidden on your beautiful face.

«I don’t… know…» you spoke weakly and then immediately dived in his arms, clutching him to the point of asphyxia and probably clawing his back, while burying your wet face on his chest, where you were bawling your eyes out.

«It’s over now baby…» he whispered, planting a soft kiss on the crown of your head and rubbing soothing patterns on your back, «…take it all out».

Deep down, there was still a lingering ray of hope praying that you had actually that unbidden seed inside of you… it wouldn’t be catastrophic…

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rae-is-typing · 5 years ago

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kicked out

Description: You’re a part of the LGBTQ+ community, but your mother is a part of a religion that hates the LGBTQ+ community. You come out and she kicks you out. Tony helps.

Characters: reader, reader’s mother, Tony Stark, mention of Peter Parker

Reader is gender neutral!

Warnings: homophobia, transphobia, general hate towards those in the LGBTQ+ community, intense bigotry, being kicked out, anxiety attack

Disclaimers: This one shot is not meant to be one about hating religion. This piece was loosely based on my own internal struggle with myself and the religion I was raised in. I’ve also never dealt with direct backlash because of my identity. I’m not out yet and I have no desire to be out yet. This is the worst case scenario I would be facing if I did come out.

I tried to make the religion and the identity as ambiguous as possible to make it a little more universal, but this one shot definitely points to the identity being gay, queer, bi, or pan, so I’m sorry I didn’t make it anymore neutral.

If you have a problem with this fic or the way it was written, I urge you to message me. We can have a conversation about where I went wrong and how I can learn from the experience and do better in the future.

Word count: 2k

The Avengers love you, plain and simple. How could they not grow to love the adorable teen they let into their unconventional family? (If Tony had his way, he would legally adopt you in a heartbeat.) Unfortunately for Tony, you had a mom. She was a pretty good one, she fed you, clothed you and supported you in most things you did. You moved to New York together when your father died. Your mother was also very religious. You were born and raised in the church your mother and father were raised in. You never had a problem with it; the people were amazing, the community was like a big family, you grew up with all the youth, and, most importantly, felt loved and safe. You rallied together against what they claimed to be of the devil. That included people in the LGBT+ community. When you grew up, you realized how you truly feel about people of your sex, and how you feel about people of the same sex. It started slowly. You began to accept that part of yourself when you met someone like you. He was nice, compassionate, accepting of others and helped everyone he could. He was one of the best people you’ve ever met. He was nothing like what you’re mother and religion told you LGBTQ+ people were like. What had really convinced you that the LGBTQ+ are real people was when one of your closest friends came out. You accepted them, they were not only in the same boat as you (not that you were ready to tell anyone), they were one of you. But not everyone thought so. You saw it whenever you went to church and they were at the meetings. It didn’t make sense to you. They were one of you, right? So they got a pass. Apparently not. You knew through the disappointed and judgemental eyes burning with disgust. It made you sick and only further solidified your resolve to stay in the closet. You soon learned it was easier said than done. Whenever you wanted to avoid the rallies, you chickened out and went, too afraid to disappoint your friends and mother. You always stuck to the standards and tried to be the perfect child your mother always wanted. It was exhausting. Admittedly, you saw the difference between your congregation, and the Avengers when you first met them. They were the first people you could truly be yourself with. As cheesy as it sounds, it was evident. They encouraged your individuality and loved you because of your personality and your abilities.

You could talk to them, and you did. You told Peter first. He hugged you and told you that he’s bisexual and hasn’t come out to May yet.

You told Tony about yourself a week later. He smiled at you, wrapped an arm around you and told you he was proud of you for discovering yourself and beginning to accept that part of you. It was something you didn’t expect, not that it wasn’t welcome. You were on top of the world for a couple weeks, thankful that some of the most important people in your life loved you still. But as of late, your thoughts about yourself have been killing your spirit. You were so tired of pretending. The toll it took on you was obvious to everyone that didn’t know you as the perfect sheep. The people that were worried the most were the Avengers. You were at the tower a lot more than usual, not that they were complaining. It was just odd. You hesitated when they asked you simple questions, spaced out a lot more, ate less and claimed you felt sick almost every other day. They’d share concerned glances and tried to talk with you, but you’d brush it off and used school, drama or headaches to excuse your strange behaviour. It worked- for a while. Then you stopped going to the tower completely. It wasn’t your fault. Your mother heard you say one positive thing about the LGBTQ+ community and freaked out. She went off saying that it was the Avengers corrupting you and that she never should have let you take the Stark internship in the first place, and so much more. You had never heard her yell so much in your life, it was terrifying. She stopped letting you go out, you were only allowed to go to School and Church, took away all forms of technology and outside communication.

You were going crazy, there was no way you could keep living like this. So, you told her. You finally told her what you are, how you felt and why she shouldn’t make decisions for you when you were perfectly capable of making them yourself. You had waited a couple weeks, so you thought she’d be more level headed. But, you were wrong. She freaked out more than before.

You knew for a fact that it was worse than before because she kicked you out.

You were shocked, confused and most of all hurt. You’re a part of the LGBTQ+ community, but she was still your mother.

“What?” You asked, confusion lacing you voice.

“You heard me, get out. Get out of my house.” Your mom stated firmly, disgust obvious in her voice.

“You can’t do this, I’m your child!”

“Not anymore. You have until I get back, get you stuff and get out!” She shouted, walking out and slamming the door.

You sat on the couch until her words sank in. Your mother is kicking you out.

I’m homeless now. Where am I going to go? What am I going to tell my friends, what am I going to tell Peter? What am I going to tell Tony? What am I going to do? I can’t do it on my own. I can’t do it. I can’t…

Your breathing sped up, your heart races, and waves of nausea hit you hard.

Nevertheless, you got up and searched for your phone. As soon as you found it, you eagerly dialled in his personal number and called. He didn’t answer. You wanted to cry, you tried again with no answer. You plugged in your phone, put your head in your hands and sobbed.

Moments later, your phone rang. It was Tony.

“Tony,” You breathed out.

“Y/N! Where’ve you been, kid? It’s not as fun here without you.” His tone was light and relieved now that he could talk to you and make sure you’re okay.

“Tony, my mom, she- I- I wouldn’t have called if I had another option, I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“Whoa, hey, slow down and take a deep breath, Y/N.” His tone changed from fun to concerned in an instant. “What happened with your mom?”

“I-I told- I told her about me and that- that I- and she- Tony I can’t- she- I don’t-” You’re crying hard, unable to form coherent sentences and unable to breathe properly.

“Y/N, where are you?” Tony asked.

“H-home.”

“I’m coming over, stay on the line with me sweetheart, can you do that?”

“Ye-eah.”

As promised, you didn’t hang up until Tony was standing in front of you- Iron Man suit and all. He immediately pulled you in his arms when he got the suit off and began to calm you down.

“Can you tell me what happened now, kid?”

“She kicked me out.” You spoke into his chest.

“She what?” Tony growled. How could a mother be so cruel? Anger flooded his veins, how could someone turn away from their child for simply being honest with themselves?

“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have called you if I had any other option. Please don’t be mad, I’m so sorry.” You bury your face in his chest, wanting this day to be a bad dream.

“It’s good you called me, Y/N. I’m not mad, not at you.” Tony held you in his arms, cradling your head against his chest and rubbing an arm up and down your back. There’s no hesitation, he knows that he needs to be there for you. “You’re staying with me.”

“W-what?”

“My dear, you are coming back to the tower. You will be sleeping, eating, doing your homework, socializing, and living with me and the rest of us at my tower. Okay?”

You can only nod, too overwhelmed to speak while clutching the back of Tony’s shirt like it was the only thing that was keeping you alive. He kept rubbing your back and letting you cry into his chest. Right now, his comfort doesn’t matter to him, not when his kid is crying in his arms.

It seems, though, that he’s the only one that heard the door begin to open.

Tony grips your forearm and steps in front of you. Your mother opens the door with puffy red eyes and dried tears on her face. She looks genuinely sad for what she had to do, but that look of sadness dissipates when she sees Tony and you standing in her living room.

“What are you doing here?” She hisses. “What is that doing here?"

"Y/N, go to your room and pack what you want to take.” Tony’s voice is even and strong. You hesitate, tears still streaming down your face, fingers still clutching Tony’s clothes like you were a toddler hiding from another adult. “Y/N, now.”

You turn briskly, running down the small hallway and into your room. You lock the door, rip your suitcase from your closet and stuff all of your sentimental items first before your favorite clothes.

Their voices are easily heard through the thin apartment walls. You hear Tony defending you and your mom berating you.

“That thing is not my child. I did not raise a sinner!”

“Y/N is a human being with a name that you gave them. You are their mother, mothers are supposed to love their children, not throw them out like yesterday’s garbage.”

You’ve never heard Tony this angry.

I shouldn’t have called him, he’s mad, she’s mad, I made her mad, she hates me she hates she hates me she hates me

You grabbed a pillow and cried in earnest into it, managing to cover your ears as well as your mouth to muffle your sobs and the voices coming through the walls.

A knock at your door makes you jump and hold your breath.

“Y/N, it’s me. Are you ready to go?” Tony says. You can hear the anger that was in his voice, even if he’s trying to stay as calm as he can for you.

“Yeah,” you croak, wiping your face. You grab the bag and open the door. Tony is shaking with fury, but he wraps an arm around you and walks you to the living room. Your mother says nothing to you as she sits on the couch with a prideful look on her face. “We’re flying back to the tower so I need you to hold on tightly and do not let go under any circumstances.”

You nod at the instructions and Tony suits up. The quiet mechanical sounds are music to your ears. He places an arm on the middle of your back and hooks one under your knees. He hoists you up easily, the bag resting your chest and held tightly by you.

Tony flies slower and lower than usual, keeping you in mind. You have one arm around his neck and the other holding the bag to your chest. He lands on a balcony to one of the top floors and carries you inside. Placing you on the ground with care, he holds your shoulders and assures himself you’re stable. He takes off the suit and walks you to a room.

“You can stay here for now. I’ll talk with Pepper and the team about what happened. I’ll only tell them that you’re staying for awhile. You can tell them the other news when you’re ready.”

You nod. He closes the door and you sit on the bed, staring at the wall.

A feeling of deep longing grows in your chest, along with feelings of rejection and pain. Your head drops to your hands and all you can do is cry.

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valhallasubstitute · 4 years ago

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Even the Day After Tomorrow

Sihtric x reader

Based off the request: How about a Sihtric x reader where they were friends when they were kids and reunite (she had to leave poor Sihtric behind before she grew up). He’s as smitten if not more than he was when they were kids.

A/N: I think we can all agree that baby Sihtric is an adorable concept, thanks for the request Anon.

WARNINGS: none, just fluff :)

Tags: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Sihtric couldn’t believe his eyes. There was no way. It was as if he had stepped into a dream, or the Gods were playing with him, but they always did have a way of surprising him.

You stood talking to Uhtred, as far as he was aware you were just another Dane pledging your alliance, not a woman who knew Sihtric better than anyone.

You heard him before you saw him, a laugh that screamed of disbelief and then the call of your name. Before you could even turn to face your oldest friend, strong arms wrapped around, raising you to your feet despite your armor and weapons.

‘I hope you know this woman Sihtric.’ Uhtred stared at the two of you with slightly wide eyes and a small smirk.

‘I do, Lord. I do.’ Sihtric’s voice had changed greatly since you had last heard it, it was deeper, much deeper, but it was still soft and smooth and even after all these years you melted into it.

The first time you met Sihtric Kjartanson was when you were seven years old. Dunholm was a great fortress and while it’s Earl wasn’t loved he provided protection and a better quality of life than your family could make for themselves at that time.

You were wondering around the yard with nothing to do, none of the women folk had any use for you yet and you were still too young to train in… well, anything and that made you a nuisance. You mother had ushered you out of the house as soon as she could, keen to integrate herself into the new community of Danes.

You would wonder back to her from time to time, small tasks being given to occupy your restless mind but when Sihtric had been shoved out of the hall your mind stilled. He was small and wide eyed and a little dirty but that didn’t bother you, he looked around your age and seemed as lost as you.

‘Mama, can I go play?’ Your mother looked from you to the boy with knowing eyes but as she was about to speak another answered for her.

‘Gyda you should not let her play with the boy. He is a slave and,’ The other woman’s voice dropped, her eyes shifting a little before looking back at the boy pointedly. ‘He is Kjartan’s bastard.’

You didn’t know what a bastard was or why it was bad at that age and by the time you did, you didn’t care. Nor did your mother apparently. You watched your mothers gaze fall onto the boy and sympathy washed over her. You were told to be discreet but allowed and that moment would not only change your life forever but Sihtric’s to.

From the day you took his grubby little hand in yours Sihtric had been smitten with you.

The next six years was spent growing and learning and falling for one another as only children do. It was pure and unspoken and so obvious to those that just took the time to look.

You were twelve when your father died in a raid, thirteen when your mother told you that you were going to leave Dunholm and move North to live with your aunt. Kjartan the Cruel wasn’t someone your mother wanted you around, even if his bastard was in love with you.

The night you told Sihtric you were leaving you had snuck out with him. You left through the side gate leading to the stream, the moon was high and full, and you felt young and old at the same time.

You had both started training in various things and physical attraction had come into play. You could see the warrior Sihtric would become, though he was still reserved it was obvious he was skilled, and you found yourself admiring him in the training yard. The admiration was clearly mutual. You felt Sihtric’s eyes on you often and while he tried to be discreet neither of you could fight the blush that appeared each time you caught him. He would often tease you about marriage, naming increasingly old and ugly men much to your horror. You would fain disgust when he suggested himself, but even at that age you could see your friend bask in the possibility.

You were skilled enough with a blade and beautiful too, you’d no doubt be married off or pledge fealty to a Lord. Maybe both, hopefully both, but to a handsome warrior.

While Sihtric’s future was clouded in uncertainty some aspects were obvious. Despite his age he showed great promise as a warrior, too much skill for Kjartan to ignore. It was inevitable. Life seemed so simple and you felt far more grown up than you were and the boy that sat opposite you was far more enamoured than you realised.

But the way you couldn’t fight the tears as you told him that you were leaving proved just how young you were. Sihtric was no different, his world was small and centred around the way you laughed and how your eyes looked when you had drunk too much stolen ale, soft and shining and filled with mischief.

He had wanted to kiss that night, but he lost his nerve. You were leaving, and his eyes stung with tears. His voice was horse and quiet, his throat felt tight.

‘I don’t want you to leave.’

‘I don’t want to leave either. I want to stay here and be with you, today and tomorrow.’

‘And even the day after tomorrow?’ You had giggled at his words, and the genuine sincerity he spoke them with, as if it were the most important thing he would ever ask. At thirteen you supposed it was.

You’d said yes and then at dawn you were gone, a horse carrying both you and all of your belongings away from Dunholm and Sihtric.

But now, here in Coccham and more importantly, in his arms you felt although no time had passed at all. His hair still held its curl, despite half of it being shaved, and his gaze still made you feel like you had put the stars in the sky.

As the days turned into weeks it became obvious that Sihtric adored you, everyone could see it, just as people had when you were children. It wasn’t just the way he looked at you, it was the way he would fill your cup before his own, linger as you stabled your horse just to talk and how he would insist on walking you home each night, as if you weren’t a fighter yourself.

Simply put, he was sweet on you; his love was pure and smooth and golden like honey and he dreamt of the night you left. Except you were the vision that you were now, and he was a man who wouldn’t hesitate to capture your lips with his unlike the boy he had been.

He would wait until the next full moon to tell you that he had loved you. To tell you that he had loved you since he was seven years old, and that every day since you had left, he had thought about you. He would tell you that now you had wandered back into his life, he’d be dammed if he let you wander back out again.

Sihtric believed that the Gods had made you for him and he for you. From cradle to grave you would have his heart.

#the last kingdom fanfic #tlk fanfic #sihtric fanfic #sihtric #sihtric x reader #sihtric kjartanson #sihtric kjartanson x reader #inga writes

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mrsmaybank · 5 years ago

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Midsummers But JJ x Reader -Everything

Content: Angst, Then Fluff, Then Smut, Then Fluff again. Kook!Reader

Summary: Misummers episode but make it JJ x Reader.

T/W: Violence, Smut, Language, (Sexy) Use of the word slut, ignorant family

A/N: This is so fucking long (I’m sorry) but I like it! It’s a rollercoaster of emotions and its pretty packed. That being said, ty for reading at all lol.

“Mom how could you even say that?” You gulped back tears and looked at your mother in both hurt and disgust. How could she be so insensitive, so cruel, and so nonchalant about the somebody you cared about so much.

“I didn’t like you hanging out with those marina rats in the first place! It won’t be the last time one of your gross friends ends up in a jail cell. That boy is just like his father, a dirty degenerate.”

“Don’t say that!” you spat out at her, tears burning your eyes, “You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.”

She slapped your face hard, you felt your cheek burn and blood start to pour out of the little skin breaks. You knew that it was wrong to word it like that, but you couldn’t contain it. JJ was the love of your life. And he was nothing like his father.

“Watch your damn mouth girl. Get dressed, look pretty, and smile. If you could stop being selfish for one minute, you can enjoy tonight. It’s very important to your family.” she rushed out and slammed the door.

Midsummers was not your thing obviously, but you usually didn’t mind it. Kie was there, and Pope too, and a couple hours in, you and Kie would sneak off to the Chateau to smoke with JJ and John B, your parents too busy drinking with their obnoxious friends to notice. You’d text them later, Went to Kie’s. The only friend they approved of, solely because she was “A good girl, just confused about her place in society” just like you. Your parents were judgmental and snobby and it disgusted you. They really thought they were better than your friends because they had money. Your mother especially, and she grew up on The Cut. It makes you want to vomit. You sat down at your vanity looking in the mirror and all the nice things around you. You started to sob, five miles from here, there were people with no power or water, working harder than you ever would have to, just to feed their families. And another couple miles away, was your boyfriend, and best friend, a boy who would die to protect you, walk through fire to make you happy, and took anything that came at him, was in a jail cell, taking the blame to protect another one of your friends' future. And here you were, in your million dollar home, in your beautiful room, getting ready to go to a fancy party with fancy people.

“Fuck.” You wiped your tears. Your heart beats hard in anxiety. JJ had the survival instincts of a cockroach as Kie would say, he had a way with words and could talk his way out of tricky situations. That wasn’t what you were distressed about. You were ridden with fear about what his dad was gonna do to him. You started to hyperventilate. You felt disgusted by your privilege, disgusted with your family, and disgusted by everything around you. But there was nothing you could do.

You’d spend the night nodding courtley in your white dress, faking a smile and politely introducing yourself to random rich people.

“Why do you still look like that?” Your mother bursted into your room once again. “Get ready right now, or I swear to god, you’ll never see the light of day again.”

You nodded and started to put make-up on and slipped on the white silk dress your mother bought for you. It was long and tight at the top, clinging to your body perfectly. As beautiful as you looked, your soul felt empty.

Your eyes were red with tears, and your lips were puffy, you looked in the mirror. You definitely looked like you had tried to cover up sobbing, but you didn’t really care. You remembered a moment before you and JJ had even started dating.

You and JJ were watching the sunrise on the beach, you on one of your runaway episodes, trying to escape the tight grip of your mother. You both knew you police were searching for you everywhere, and that as soon as you were inevitably found, you’d be in a heap of trouble, but somehow on that beach, in that moment there was nothing that mattered except the sound of the waves and the company of each other.

JJ asked you a simple question, “How do you feel?”

Your response was genuine, “I don’t know. Everything is wrong. Things aren’t okay at all, and yet somehow, I feel alright.” You looked at him with a smile, his blonde hair sparkling in the sunrise’s glow. You put your head on his lap and looked up at him. “It’s ‘cause of you J. You make me feel like everythings alright.” Tears started to stream down your face, “You’ve treated me with more kindness then anybody I’ve ever met.”

He wiped your tears and just nodded, happy to hear that he made you feel like that. “Always.” he said.

“I must look so stupid,” you said trying to clean your face.

“No.” he said. “You look so pretty, even when you cry.”

You got in the car, your mother lecturing you on what was expected of you tonight. “Be who you are. A well brought up girl, with a beautiful smile, and manners, and etiquette. You are not the pogue delinquent filth you glamorize.”

Your older sister added “Now that you actually look like you belong in this family, try acting like it.” she said with a fake smile. Your brother just snickered and your father nodded in agreement.

You tuned them out, knowing if you listened you wouldn’t be able to control your mouth and would wind up with another dull bruise on the side of your cheek.

Finally you had arrived, and your family practically fled from your side instantly. You’d think mom would have me on a fucking leash after that. You thought. But no, as much as your mother yelled at you about what you should be, and how you should act, nothing was more important to her than climbing up the social ladder and socializing with the Outer Banks bourgeois.

Your sister and brother sat down with their Kook friends, making sure you knew that you didn’t belong, and they certainly didn’t want you anywhere near them. They act like I want to sit with them.

You spotted Kie and Pope by Heywards oyster table.

“You look gorgeous.” Kie said, You smiled and thanked her.

“Not as gorgeous as you.” You tried to return the compliment, but it came out gloomy and monotone.

“What’s wrong?” Pope asked.

“JJ.” your voice cracked and tears swelled at the thought of his current state.

“The last thing JJ would want you to do, especially while you’re dressed like that, is worry about him.” your friends reassured you.

The night went on, but your nerves were anything but calmed. Kie and Pope tried their best to try and cheer you up, but it was to no avail, and they themselves were worried about him too.

You sat on the stairs towards the back of the club, drawing circles in the sand. The dull throbbing of your head was starting to bother you. You got up towards the festivities, walking over to the bar to ask for a ginger ale that could maybe cure your dehydration.

You sipped slowly, other than the lingering sting of anxiety, your mind empty. That was until you heard a familiar voice.

“Mr Dunleavy! I see you got your drink, that's wonderful. I’m actually gonna down that.” It was none other than your boy, JJ, in a typical JJ situation, being escorted out by security.

“JJ!” you ran to him and he freed his arms from the securities hold to spin you around and kiss you on the lips. “My pretty princess.” You smiled. “This is my girlfriend.” JJ started to tell the guard, who just scoffed.

You’d never been so happy to see somebody in your life. Your smile faded when you noticed the bruises and cuts on his face, you started to say something, but the guard shoved him and kept moving.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” you started. “I’m a member of this club! And I.. I invited him!”

Your sister stepped in, “No she didn’t,” she tried to reassure the party goers watching.

JJ pushed the guard into a table and smiled at you, you instantly grabbed his hair pulling him into a passionate kiss. His hands went to your waist and he smiled into the kiss. “You look fucking amazing.”

You smiled and adjusted his tie, “Spiffy.” He jokingly gagged.

More of the crowd began to stare at the situation, and you saw your mother walking with the intentional enunciated walk ever, stomping her feet and flaring her nostrils. You pointed it out to JJ and you both laughed out loud. “Don’t move a muscle young lady!” she shouted at you.

JJ grabbed your hand and you both started running to the exit of the club porch. “Mandatory power hour at Rickson’s Kie!” he pointed with his free hand at her. “You too Pope!”

You quickly let go of JJ’s hand to grab Kie by the wrist, and he kept running. “Lets go!” You smiled excitedly.

You saw out of the corner of your eye Pope taking off his stuffy apron.

“Workers of the world unite! Throw off your chains!” You giggled at JJ’s antics, the rest of the party looking in horror.

Your mother was still doing her best to chase you while still maintaining her poise, and it just made you laugh more. You and Kie ran hand in hand, Pope by Kie’s side to JJ and John B across the field, you only let go when JJ pulled you into a hug spinning around, putting you on his back right after.

You both turned around to face the party, most of the guests turning their snobby noses up in disgust, and you both peaked Rafe at the same time.You flipped him off together and you saw your mother practically faint.

The rest of the night was insane. John B’s revelation and then him falling from a fucking tower and all. So many things happened, and your brain was having trouble processing. When JJ had finally gotten word that John B was going to be okay, the pair of you left the hospital and headed back to the Chateau.

You sighed and laid down in the bed that was now known as JJ’s, taking a hit of JJ's juul.

He took off his shirt, and laid down next to you, snuggling into your chest.

“Hey baby,” you put the juul in between his lips and he inhaled hard, as you played with his hair.

You tilted his jaw so you could get a good look at him, his precious face littered in bruises and cuts, and you knew why. His father.

“Jay-” tears started to stream down your cheeks. “It’s so selfish of me to cry I-”

“Hey,” he sat up to cup your face, “Hey. I’m fine. It’s nothin that hasn't happened before.”

Perusal, your boyfriend was trying to put on a strong face to keep you from worrying, but you knew him all too well. In the sense that he wasn’t okay, but also that he didn’t wanna talk about it, he just wanted you to tell him how much you love him.

“I love you baby. You’re my world. You know that right? You know how much I care about you?”

He nodded and pulled you into a kiss, “Yeah baby?” He slid his hand up your thigh and leaned in closer to your ear, “You know what my first thought was when I saw you in that dress?” You gasped as his hand worked up your leg to begin rubbing your clothed clit. Wetness pooled almost instantly. “I wanted to rip it off and fuck the shit out of you right there.” That sentence was enough to make your pussy throb, and you gasped as JJ pushed your panties to the side, dipping his two fingers into you.

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking wet.” You nuzzled your head into his neck and shoulder, biting down on his shirt to try and have some control over yourself.

“Nuh uh,” he tsked. “Wanna see your pretty face. And hear all your pretty sounds.” His free hand positioning your face so you were looking right into his eyes.

At that, you were a moaning mess. Right before your release, he quickly removed his fingers and showed you all of your stickiness in his hand, dripping to his palm and down to his wrists.

With one hand, he grabbed your throat, the coldness of his rings sending shivers down your spine. The other pushed his sticky fingers into your mouth, and you began sucking hard, closing your eyes and pretending it was his cock.

“Oh my god. You’re such a good girl baby.”

You heard him sliding his shorts down, quickly letting go of you to lie you flat so he was hovering over your body.

He started pressing wet kisses on your neck, sucking hard to give you purple marks, so everybody knew you were his. “Your mine, you know that?”

You nodded and shimmied your shirt off. “You know exactly what I want huh baby?”

He massaged your boobs gently, worshipping your body.

“JJ. Fuck me already.”

“So needy.”

He placed his hard cock right in front of your entrance, sliding up and down before slamming into you with no warning.

“Oh fuck!” you screamed at the pressure of his dick against your walls. You could feel every vein and ridge, every throb.

“Be a good fucking girl and take it.” He said in between grunts.

You felt your clit rub against his skin every time he was fully inside. He grabbed your waist so every time he bottomed out he could slam back into you even harder.

He kept saying the most insane things in your ear, each word bringing you closer to coming.

“Good fucking girl.”

“Let me hear how good I'm making you feel baby.”

“You take it so well baby.”

“Such a good little slut for me.”

“Fuck” he moaned slamming into you, impossibly harder. You clenched around him as he buried his dick into you.Thrusting without bottoming out, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Your walls began to converge, as JJ said, “Cum for me baby. Yeah, baby-“ he grunted loudly as you came on him, his sticky load began shooting into you, drenching your walls.

“Jesus christ.” he said panting, flopping down next to you. “I love you.”

“I love you too JJ.” You cuddled up to his chest, “More than anything.”

He placed a quick kiss on your forehead and you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Again, very sorry this was so long and if it sucked.

#jj #jj outer banks #jjobx #obxjj #jjxreader #jjfanfic #outerbanks #obx #jjangst #jjfluff #jjsmut #jjobxangst #jjimagine #jjobximagine #jj maybank #jjmaybankxreader #jjmaybankobx

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krotiation · 5 years ago

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p*wd*ep*e is a literal nazi. that you are sympathizing with. you are ACTUALLY digusting. he got what was coming to him and i genuinely hope you see how terrible he is. he didnt just say the n word and make a "few" mistakes; he openly addmitted to enjoying things from nazis, promoted antisemetic/nazi channels, and keeps doing this shit despite ""appologizing"" all to a mostly 12y/o audience. KIDS. IMPRESSIONABLE KIDS. so no, its not just a small disliking of him, its genuine hate and discomfort.

first of all, these claims of him being a nazi are not true. what happened is pewdiepie wanted to promote several channels because he was getting a lot of attention from the subscribe to pewdiepie meme. one of the channels (note how there was only one and not several) he promoted was an anime review channel that apparently had nazi references hidden in his videos. thing is though, pewdiepie made a video addressing what happened and said he didnt know those references were there and that if he did know he wouldnt have recommended the channel because after the controversy that happened previously he wanted to distance himself from the subject. why would he consciously recommend a channel with nazi references when it would only result in backlash and why would he remove the channel from his shoutout if he truly wanted his subscribers to “submit” to nazi propaganda?

secondly, he does learn from his mistakes and hasnt repeated any behavior that previously got him into trouble. as mentioned, after the joke on fiverr (which was a terrible and insensitive joke) he decided to stay away from offensive jokes and guess what? he did. hes a lot more careful in what he says and the only reason he got the nazi label again is because of the channel he recommended. same thing with the time he said the n-word; he made a video after it happened and after some time had passed he made a response video to it, criticizing what he said (22:50). ever since that he has not repeated that mistake, not in a regular video nor a live stream and not in english nor in swedish as some people are apparently claiming.

thirdly, his audience is not mostly 12 year olds or 9 year olds for that matter. this was a joke that spread after pewdiepies dispute with alinity who claimed his audience were that young as a way to retaliate. if you look at his actual age group statistic youll see the majority of his subscribers are between 18-24 year old, 25-34 being the second biggest age group on his channel. in fact, only 11% of his viewers are 13-17, not below that because google does not allow you to make an account if youre not 13, 16 in some parts of europe, or over. kids making accounts despite being under that age is not a concern pewdiepie should have to deal with, it is a matter of parental control which im not going to get into now.

and lastly, you cant argue for something when you only get your facts from opinion based articles and tumblr. all of the things he has been accused of or criticized for have been addressed by pewdiepie in his videos and on his twitter. this is where the personal dislike of pewdiepie shows because people will immediately jump on whatever people say about him and refuse to see his side of the story. im not saying only people who like pewdiepie will understand the story as ive seen people who arent fans of his argue that he is innocent, its a matter of being critical and getting the full story. if you dont it only shows your personal bias and your low credibility.

overall you do not say someone deserves to be robbed. i know i mentioned this in my tags of that reblog but im gonna say it again. being robbed is not just losing your possessions, its losing a sense of security and privacy. it is a crime and wishing it, or further harm for that matter, upon someone is nothing but cruel and immoral. furthermore (i dont know if this applies to you specifically as you are on anon and havent made any jokes about this in this ask but im bringing it up for anyone else who might see) joking about the matter is disgusting and shameful. making fun of a traumatic event is never okay and i hope that, like pewdiepie did with his insensitive jokes, youll realize the weight behind this and grow up.

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yandere-society · 6 years ago

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Hello Lovely admins!!! Can I request Yandere Jungkook and Jin reacting to you having a secret sex Snapchat account? Or like one where you send nudes and stuff? Love y’all !!!

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author/admin: kimseokmomjins🥀

a/n: Poor attempt at smut (heavy petting, degradation), possessive behavior, slut shaming

It was the day of the big Overwatch League match: Seoul Dynasty versus Vancouver Titans. Jungkook wanted to catch the first half of the game during his lunch break, so he set up the live stream on his work laptop and kicked back. While most of the stream chat was a constant influx of Korean, there was one message in English that kept popping up: “I’llBeYourBaby: Lonely and wanna talk to a cute egirl? Visit my stream😘✨ You won’t regret it 🍑” Jungkook scoffed at the plea for attention. The spiteful, cruel side of him felt the need to bully I’llBeYourBaby for whoring herself out to strangers. How desperate for money could someone be that they’ll sell their body for perverts on the internet? And what a lonely, miserable life a man must have lived to resort to paying an e-girl for a morsel of attention to be thrown their way. The very notion of internet prostitution, and sex work in general, was disgusting in Jungkook’s mind. But his conservative ways are exactly why he adored you.

You were the perfect girlfriend: responsible, considerate, loyal and sweet. You were committed to your job of tutoring English online, you were quick-witted, funny, and also enjoyed gaming just as much as he did. In Jungkook’s eyes, you truly were the love of his life, and he was practically ready to drop down on one knee.

Out of pure spite, Jungkook clicked on the username, entering the live stream at the top of the profile. With a twisted sense of justice, Jungkook was ready to spew vitriol at the female streamer to further his agenda, but immediately, it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over him. Jungkook expected the stream to be hosted by some busty, bimbo whose breasts spilled over her tank top while she played like shit in League. He expected some overly-flirtatious, inauthentic wannabe that was trying to make a quick buck from neckbeards. He expected anyone— everyone— except for you.

Unlike the risque, hypersexualized woman he had envisioned before, Jungkook saw that you were dressed somewhat modestly, wearing a simple white turtleneck, blush pink skirt and white knee-high socks. You weren’t flaunting your breasts or purposefully exuding sex appeal. Instead, you looked adorable as you fiddled with your purple galaxy Nintendo DS.

“Welcome, JustinSeagull! Thanks for joining my stream,” you greeted with a smile and wave. Jungkook found himself in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the predicament he’d just found you in. It certainly wasn’t a popular stream, but judging by the measly 16 viewers you were interacting with, Jungkook surmised that you were quite familiar with them.

knjkoya: baby, tell me why you’re so fine

jiiiiiimin: 😍😍😍😍

jiiiiiimin: step on me pls

Giggling, you addressed your viewers comments. “I would step on you, but Animal Crossing is so fuuuun,” you whined with a tiny, playful pout. “How was everyone’s day? Let me know below in the chat.”

HopeWrld: Thought about you all day 💚

CallMeJin: My day was fine, thanks for asking sweetheart. Are you enjoying animal crossing?

taetaebae: damn is it me or iss she acting mroe innocent than usual ??

You looked up from your DS to read the comments, giggling when you read the most recent ones. “Yes, I am enjoying myself, CallMeJin! Tom Nook is a huge jerk though, the interest rate on his loans are kind of bullshit,” you joked as you returned your attention to your device, uncrossing your legs slightly which gave your viewers a teasing glimpse of your underwear. Ones that Jungkook had gifted you for your 100 day anniversary.

As more comments rolled in, the filthier they became:

CallMeJin: Glad you’re having fun babygirl :)

knjkoya: i make 150k a year, i can pay off your loans any day if u just sit on my lap

D-Boy: im so fucking hard rn wtf

D-Boy: [COMMENT REMOVED BY MODERATOR]

Jungkook was in awe at the pure filth these degenerates were spilling. But most of all, he was upset at you— how could you demean yourself like this? How could you betray him? Jungkook pushed his sleeves up, ready to type a long-winded message defending your honor, a notification popped up on screen along with a gif of a cat pawing at the screen. Someone named HopeWrld had donated $100 to your stream.

“Oh! HopeWrld, thank you so much for the donation,” you chirped, “Since you helped me reach my goal, I’ll let you ask me one question, anything is fair game.” You winked at the camera, blowing a kissy face. Little by little, Jungkook’s perception of you was beginning to shatter, splintering into a thousand fragments. He thought back to all the times when you’d complain about receiving unsolicited dick pics, or reaffirm your idea that ‘men only think with their dicks.’ It was apparent Jungkook knew only of the side you wanted to show him, leaving him oblivious to the secrets you withheld from him— your very own boyfriend.

Despite the churning of his stomach, Jungkook remained firmly planted in his seat, unmoving, waiting to see how else you could disappoint him.

HopeWrld: Are you single?

Jungkook’s eyes burned holes into the computer monitor, anticipating your response. Since you were clearly lying to him, he assumed you’d do the same for your viewers. Perhaps you’d neglect to tell these scumbags that you had a boyfriend— one you’d been with for over two years, someone you shared a home with, no less. Jungkook’s tongue peeked out and wet his lips, the chapped skin craving any sort of moisture.

You sighed, folding the Nintendo DS in half and focusing your full attention at the camera. “Ah, interesting question.” Tucking your hands in your lap, you tilted your head slightly to the left, looking demure and shy. “I do have a boyfriend,” you admitted. Jungkook always found your mannerisms endearing, and even now, in the midst of his anger, he felt his heart beat erratically due to your telltale signs of nervousness: the twitch of your left eyebrow, the biting of your lip, the fiddling of your fingers.

“He doesn’t know I do this, though,” you quickly added. “It’s kind of my dirty little secret.”

D-Boy: Dirty little secret for a dirty little girl

taetaebae: i fuckin called it

taetaebae: @CallMeJin u still gonna act like a tryhard ?? lmao

knjkoya: i’ll give you $500 to break up with him, no kappa

Disregarding the comments, you continued to gush about Jungkook, although you didn’t explicitly mention his name. “But anyway, I’ve been with him for a few years now, and I love him so much. It would kill him if he ever found out about this.”

‘I love him so much’. Bullshit.

Jeon Jungkook knew everyone loved him, how could they not? Despite people likening him to James Dean or Adonis, Jungkook didn’t care much for his looks. He only cared about whether you found him attractive. The same could be said about any of his traits: his personality, his sense of humor, even the way he slept at night. The only love Jungkook cared about was yours. Your affection, your acceptance, your undivided attention.

Unlike him, though, you apparently craved the affections of other men— strangers from the internet who didn’t care about your generous soul and fragile heart. They only wanted to fuck you, discard you like trash until they found another shiny new toy.

Jungkook slammed his laptop shut, his mind clouded by fury, but still cognizant enough to formulate a plan. It was risky, but in the end it would ensure that you never consider straying from him again.

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Your fingers deftly thumbed the buttons of the gaming device, controlling your Animal Crossing character as they collected seashells from the shore. Every now and then, you’d giggle, wink at the camera, read a comment or two, and then return to your game. It was easy money, and it also boosted your ego a bit. Jungkook, although being an attentive, caring boyfriend, whilst being a more than a generous lover, could be a bit suffocating at times. He dictated what you wore— more often than not, suggesting you wear couple outfits— carefully monitored your social media and even conducted background checks on all of your male family members.

Although it was twisted, you couldn’t help but feel validated at the small bits of attention you got through streaming. It was what kept you practically sane in your relationship with Jungkook, what ensured that you never snapped back at your boyfriend when he urged you to wear something less revealing, or when he scolded you for “flirting” with the older blind gentleman that lived in your apartment complex.

Humming contentedly, you delivered a package to a citizen named Purrl, only glancing up at your computer monitor to briefly acknowledge the chat, when you spotted Jungkook glaring at you from the doorway. Startling slightly, you hit Control + Tab and switched to Youtube, trying to look inconspicuous.

“H-Hi baby,” you greeted, smiled forced, yet still somewhat genuine. “You’re home early, I didn’t hear you arrive.” Jungkook clicked his tongue and pushed off the doorframe, stride confident and eyes set to kill. He responded vaguely, “Got out early.”

Jungkook approached you, his dominating presence settling over the back your white gaming chair. He feigned interest at your game at hand, “Well, what do we have here?” You glanced over your shoulder at your boyfriend, doing your best to keep your cool. “Ah, yeah, I’m playing Animal Crossing! Isn’t my character adorable?” You nudged the DS towards Jungkook who smiled politely— he knew that you knew that wasn’t what he was talking about, but Jungkook was certain that he could play the better liar.

He accepted the DS from your hands and inspected your character, before handing the electronic device back. “She looks just like you, Y/N. It’s cute.” You blushed, not because of his praise, but due to the embarrassment. Your livestream was still ongoing, meaning your viewers were seeing this entire awkward situation unfold, and you hoped to God that Jungkook didn’t notice the tiny green dot on your webcam. If he did, Jungkook would undeniably find a way to take away the only form of freedom you had to interact with the opposite sex.

“You know,” he mused, coiling a strand of hair around his index finger, “I also think it’s cute how you actually believe you can lie to me.” Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath hitched slightly as you tried to remain calm. You kept your concentration solely on Animal Crossing, trying to avoid your boyfriend’s scrutiny. Jungkook leaned in closer until his face was level with yours. Peeking at him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his focus was not on you, but rather on your computer monitor, right hand already poised on the mouse. The cursor dragged over to the leftmost tab and you sucked in a breath, an intense sense of impending doom coiling in your gut.

The screen changed to show a mirror image of yourself, alongside Jungkook, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. Your secret had been exposed— and you knew it was only a matter of time, as keeping secret from Jungkook was a difficult task— but you hadn’t imagined it to happen this way. To be exposed on stream, by none other than your boyfriend.

You expected his fury, his disappointment— any sort of reaction, really— instead, feeling the tantric slither of his hand as it crept up your sternum.

“If you want to attention so badly, all you had to do was ask, babe,” Jungkook murmured into the shell of your ear, his body gracefully sliding itself under your thighs and repositioning you onto his lap. Tantalizingly slow, Jungkook’s fingers worked their way up the expanse of your chest until they nestled themselves over your breasts, his hands palming the clothed surface.

Although he was gentle, there was an underlying roughness to his touch. His fingers pinched the flesh of your breasts until it hurt, but would release a second later, only to alleviate the discomfort with soothing massages. Jungkook’s mouth rhythmically suckled pink bruises into the crook of your neck, eliciting a soft whimper. He smirked, satisfied that he was able to rile you up so easily. He lazily dragged his tongue up the column of your throat until his mouth rested right under your ear, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva in its wake.

His left hand relinquished control of one breast and acquainted itself with your inner thigh, his thumb toying with the elastic with featherlight touches. “You’re such a stupid little slut,” Jungkook purred, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “But at least you’re my little slut.” During all your moments of intimacy, Jungkook had never once bestowed upon you such a degrading name, as his kinks were more aligned towards praise rather than humiliation. But you surmised that his spiteful words were simply misplaced frustration.

How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Seconds? It was impossible to tell, as you found yourself lost in the sensual motions, completely forgetting that, although you were in private, your stream was still live. You were only pulled out of your lust-induced haze when you heard the chime of your donation notification, reminding you that you had a small audience of onlookers. “Jungkook, the- the stream… I need to end the broadcast,” you weakly protested, trying to wriggle out from his grasp. Your boyfriend kept you firmly molded to him, his growing need nestled between the folds of your skirt.

“Let them watch,” Jungkook stated, brazenly making eye contact with the camera. “Since you clearly don’t mind the attention, why don’t we give them a run for their money?”

Your eyes widened, finding Jungkook’s shamelessness slightly erotic, but nevertheless feeling absolutely mortified at your compromising position. Comments were rolling in steadily, causing your heart to clench in self-loathing.

taetaebae: wtf wtf wtf

taetaebae: this shit is fuckin wilfd lmfao 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

D-Boy: what a hoe

HopeWrld: what is even happening

D-Boy: at least shes hot tho

“Kookie, baby please,” you pleaded, grabbing onto the one arm that fondled your breast, feeling the sinew of his muscles ripple under your fingertips. “I’m guh-gonna get banned if you k-keep- keep doing this.” Jungkook ignored your weak-willed objections and continued to torment you by sliding his finger into your slick heat. A moan was coaxed from your throat, the shiver from his sudden entrance causing you to lean into further into Jungkook’s chest.

knjkoya: Lucky bastard

CallMeJin: After all the money I’ve sent you?? At the very least, you could have just pretended to be a good girl, I’llBeYourBaby. Unsubscribing. Pokimane is hotter anyway.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the visual in front of you: Jungkook’s right hand splayed across your chest, while his left hand sinful touches under the ruffles of your skirt— which was, thankfully, hidden low enough to not be captured on the stream— whilst his mouth worked in tandem, leaving your neck littered in splotches of pink, red and lilac. You looked like a mess, but felt completely invigorated.

But still, despite your body being pulled into euphoria, your mind was plagued with negative thoughts. These viewers, your followers, were one of the last few sources of entertainment left, and if the broadcast was reported then your IP would be banned permanently, which meant no more streaming, no more fun, no more freedom.

Pulling away from Jungkook’s lips, you attempted to stand your ground, craning your neck to face him. “Jungkook, please don’t do this while I’m live. Let me sign out and I’ll take care of you.” Your boyfriend’s eyes settled on your bite-swollen lips and the way your heavy-lidded eyes betrayed your protests to stop. He should get what he wants while respecting your autonomy, but the selfish, vile side within him screamed to punish, punish, punish.

Jungkook gently brought his lips to yours, giving you a tender, chaste kiss, lulling you into a false sense of security. You smiled shyly, a tinge of pink dusting your cheeks and Jungkook returned the gesture with one of his toothy grins. Ever so carefully, Jungkook raised his hips and pulled out something hard, firm, from his rear pocket— a thick bundle of crisp, $100 bills, totaling close to three grand.

As soon as your guard had been let down, he shoved the stack into your mouth, effectively gagging you. His other hand clamped down on your wrists, preventing them from reaching the mouse or keyboard. “You want these loser scumbags to pay you while you act like their cute, sweet gamer girlfriend? How about cold, hard cash? Will that keep you satisfied, princess?”

Jungkook eyed the chatroom, his attention catching on a particular message that, if it could even be possible, made dick harden even more.

jiiiiiimin: you should just let us watch you fuck her

With a scoff and cocky grin, Jungkook tilted his head mockingly. “Like hell I will. Go get your dicks hard to someone who’s not taken.” And with that, Jungkook pushed off the chair, pinning you into the desk on your stomach, whilst his other hand palmed the flesh of your bottom, a telltale sign that a rather lengthy spanking would be coming your way. The sheer force of your readjustment onto the desk had sent the computer monitor and webcam tumbling off the desk, landing in a shattered mess on the floor, pieces of plexiglass and plastic littered everywhere.

You made a mental note: be sure to buy a new monitor after Jungkook’s punishment, and make sure the next one is shatter-proof.

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lemonsandstrawberries · 5 years ago

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Goodbye - Figaro Drabble #14

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: Figaro universe, Superfamily (Tony and Steve adopting Peter Parker)

summary: Nothing can last forever and inviting a pet into your life means saying goodbye one day.

warning: pet death (peaceful and after a long life, but still death)

length: 2 323 words

a/n: I didn’t think that I would have to say goodbye to one more of my cats this year, but we tried, we fought, we lost. I couldn’t do anything more for you, just hold you in my arms, as you moved on. I know that we will see each other again and for now, I promise that your bowl, your sleeping spot, and the love I can’t give you anymore will be for another cat you will send my way. I love you and I will miss you, Little Eye ❤. this fic is for you and everyone who ever lost their pets, please, don’t close your heart and homes, it hurts, I know, but the happy moments outweigh the pain. this is not the last Figaro fic, just my goodbye to my cat and my statement. soon will be back on a happier note, just need some time to rest and heal

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Goodbye - Figaro Drabble #14

It was… horrible to watch, yet everyone couldn't take their eyes off the scene. Even Natasha, who was skilled in hiding her emotions, had a hand pressed to her mouth stifling the sobs matching the glossy look in her eyes.

"Sweetheart…"

A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, yet Tony curled in himself, a heart-wrenching sob shaking his whole body and twisting everyone's heart.

"Tony… It's… It is okay now."

Tony choked on his tears, holding the bundle closer. It wasn't okay. It never again would be okay. He felt the small frame and lifeless body he was holding wrapped in a blanket and he couldn't stop crying.

Steve looked at the back at his team, unsure what to do. He received no help. No one wanted to interfere this moment, knowing that it was theirs. Even Peter didn't move, his head cast down as silent tears were rolling down his cheeks and falling to the grass. Clint's hand was resting on his godson's arm in the same consoling manner as Steve kept his hand on his husband's shoulder.

Bruce, silent and with a stoic expression, hid the syringe away into the material pouch. As cruel the words were, everything went fine. He passed away peacefully after a long life of happiness and love.

"Tony," it was Rhodey who first stepped out, feeling that if the moments got any longer, Tony won't be able to end it. He knew that Steve was shaken and grieving himself, but it was time to move on. "Tony, he is gone. It is over."

The words were needed but made Tony's pain explode with a whole new force. He curled even more, almost laying on the soft soil, the wind carrying his cries. Maybe not yet. Maybe he still could feel. They couldn't take him away unless he was sure there was nothing left.

Rhodey looked over at Bruce who gave a confirming nod. The first shot was a sedative, to let him drift into a painless sleep. The second shot was the drug, to stop the heart and brain functions. The dose was precise and there was no mistake.

"Tony, give me Figaro," Rhodey asked in a demanding, yet soft voice. He saw how hard it was for his friend to let go and prolonging this moment would be just more scarring.

Tony didn't answer, only shook his head vigorously, tears streaming quicker with the movement.

"Do you want to carry him?"

Tony nodded. Slowly, and with Steve's help, he stood up, carrying his cat's lifeless body wrapped in a blanket. They all moved in silence, in a grim march, to the back yard of Clint's farm, where Steve had dug a grave earlier. Tony kneeled in front of the soft soil and for the last time run his hand over the blanket, dimly feeling the soft fur that in the last week became matted and thinner. He placed the bundle down, next to the old fish on a rod that was Figaro's favorite toy and a bit of dry cat food in a material bag, in case his cat would get hungry on his way.

"Bye Fig," Tony whispered in a broken voice, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I will always remember you," he closed his eyes, seeing it all again. The day he saw the small kitten on the street, shocked, with a broken paw. The squeaky meows during the first night at the new home. The warm weight, covering his whole torso as Figaro cuddled to him, purring happily. The way Tony shook his head each time, he found that one of his best formal suits was once again all covered in black, long fur. The happy moments and the sad days when Figaro stopped eating, not leaving his hiding spot and meowing in distress. There was no cure for old age. He could only help him to move on without any pain. Tony grabbed the small shovel and put the first mound of earth, saying the final goodbye to his long-time friend. Steve kneeled next to Tony and placed the second.

"Bye buddy," he smiled sadly, eyes shining with tears, "we will meet again one day," he stood up, holding Tony with him, as the rest of the team and their son walked closer to say their goodbye. The couple stood in the distance, Tony hidden into Steve and sobbing, not able to stop. Steve kept rubbing his back, knowing that there was no way to stop it anyway. The pain won't go away on demand and only time could heal his heart and let him see again all the happiness and erase the sadness.

Skillfully, Clint placed the big, marble-like stone on top of the ground. Engraved letters 'Figaro - The First Cat Avenger' sparkled in the sun, reminding of happier days.

"You can visit him whenever you want," Clint turned to Tony, putting a hand on his friend's arm and squeezing reassuringly. "Don't worry, Lucky will take good care of him," he smiled as Figaro's grave was next to his dog's grave. Two years ago, Clint had to go through the same ordeal when Lucky stopped eating and lost his strength, not able to walk anymore. He knew what Tony was going through and how painful it was.

Tony nodded his thanks, not able to smile or say a word, not yet.

"Figaro was a mighty, noble cat," Thor rumbled in a low, pleasant voice. "He will be welcomed in Valhalla with opened arms."

Peter didn't join his uncles who went to talk with his dads. He stayed near the grave and looked at the sparkling stone. His dad was heartbroken and he felt the same way. Of course, he didn't remember when as a baby he was adopted, but his earliest memories always included Figaro. He remembered tugging on the cat's tail, and Figaro being remarkably patient with him. He remembered the first time when he was able to lift the almost thirty-pound cat and how proud he was, carrying the cat around when he was less than ten years old, hearing his dads cheering on him. The time he became Spider-Man and how confused he was with his powers and the sudden changes, and Figaro in his lap, purring out comfort and grounding him back. Figaro was Tony's cat, always had been, but Peter loved him equally strong and easily considered his best friend. It was hard to say goodbye, even if Figaro happily lived to twenty years old, which was pretty remarkable for a cat.

"You okay, kiddo?"

He wasn't a kid anymore, but when he looked at Natasha, his eyes were full of tears. Maybe it was the sun playing tricks, but he could swear that there were also tears in his aunt's eyes.

"Come on, let's head back," she said, extending her hand to the teenager, and walking with him back to the farmhouse, the rest of the team already waiting inside. The apple cider was heating up on the stove and they all could have a warm mug of comfort.

The days were passing, and life was going back to normal. Peter observed his dads, and the way Tony was closing in himself, spending more time in the workshop than he should. He could understand it and knew that his father always bottled his emotions by working himself half to death. His other dad, of course, didn't like it but didn't know how to help and let Tony slip away each morning, not stopping him, letting Tony heal at his own pace.

Peter took in his own hands to make them a family again. He looked through many cat lovers forum, reading about people's experiences with losing their pets and the way they handled the loss and emptiness. There was one sentence that kept repeating every few posts, and while Peter felt disgusted at first, considering it cruel and heartless to move on so soon, it slowly made sense to him and sounded like a good remedy.

"You want to adopt a cat?" Steve asked, lowering the newspaper and frowning at his son.

"Yhm," Peter nodded. No cat would ever replace Figaro, but if they could give a home to a cat in need, why not? He missed having a cat in the house and had a feeling that it might help Tony with his feelings.

"I don't know, Pete…" Steve sighed, folding the paper and thinking about his husband. About how dull his eyes became in the last weeks and how nothing seemed to make him happy anymore. Bringing in a cat not even a month after Figaro's passing away, seemed harsh on his grieving husband. "Maybe we should wait until your dad will feel better and ask if he is ready for a new cat."

Peter tilted his head to the side, eyeing his father. "Do you think he will get better?"

"Of course," Steve lied right away. It may take more days, or more weeks or months, but Tony would move on. They both just needed to give him time and support and be patient.

"Pops…" Peter ran both hands through his hair, sounding genuinely distressed. "I am worried. And I read some articles and I think it really might help. Us all," he added in a quieter voice.

Steve's heart broke a little. He knew that not only their small family was missing Figaro, but every resident of the Avengers Tower did too. He missed having a cat. Wakening up with a face full of fur and having to share his bacon with a little, greedy critter. Sometimes he caught himself in the kitchen, holding a stripe a raw bacon while the pan was heating up and waiting for soft paws to come running and a begging meowing concert to start, before he realized that those moments were not coming back and green eyes won't look at him pleadingly, trying to get a piece.

"Alright," he agreed, hiding back behind the newspaper, "tomorrow we will go to the shelter, but I can't promise anything."

It was all Peter needed and Steve could practically see his son's huge smile from behind the newspaper.

Tomorrow came soon, and Steve was mentally preparing himself for the trip to the shelter. He didn't tell Tony about his and Peter's plan, and as soon as his husband took the elevator down to his workshop, they left the Tower and got into the car, not knowing if they would come back with a new family member.

It wasn't planned, but as soon as Peter saw the cat, he knew it belonged in the Avengers family. On their way back, they picked up all necessary things to welcome the newest resident, accompanied by sweet purring.

"Tony, sweetheart."

Tony lifted his head and moved the goggles up to his hairline, stopping welding for a second, when he heard his husband calling.

Hoping that everything would turn alright, Steve walked closer and smiled insecurely. "I and Peter want you to meet someone."

Just then, Peter walked from behind Steve's back, holding in his hands a carrier. Tony's eyes widened when he recognized Figaro's carrier and he looked at his husband, some anger shining in his eyes. Then he heard it. A meow. He opened his mouth to yell, to scold how dared they make this decision without him and that he wasn't ready and no cat would ever replace Figaro, when Peter put the carrier on the workbench and opened it, taking the pet out.

Immediately, Tony lost his voice, eyes not leaving the cat for even a second.

"This is Stella," Peter introduced with a smile, putting the cat on the bench and petting her for comfort. The cat looked frightened and turned her eyes to Tony, sensing a new person.

Tony blinked, seemingly taken aback. It wasn't a kitten, but an adult cat, and was nothing like Figaro. She was short hair and lean, gray and striped and looked like an ordinary alley cat. There was nothing special about her, nothing that would make her stand out from the other cats. What was more, when she turned her face to Tony, he saw milky blue eyes, nothing like the beautiful vivid green of his Figaro. This cat was blind.

His husband and son came back with an old, blind cat.

Tony's heart beat faster, when the cat let out a tiny meow, feeling that her fate became questionable. Gently, Tony took a step closer and extended his hand. Stella smelled it and head-butted the offered palm graciously.

It was their first encounter and Steve watched with a nervously beating heart how it would develop. Peter kept smiling brightly, already knowing.

Slowly and delicately, Tony took the cat in his hands, causing the cat to struggle nervously at first, until he pressed her to his chest and stroked down the short fur, cooing lovingly. Her fur was a bit matted, but on the right diet, she would become even more beautiful.

"She is perfect," Tony whispered, cuddling the calmed down cat, listening to the happy purring. "I already love her," he said in a breaking voice, hiding his face into the cat's fur. Stella turned her head and brushed Tony's cheeks, her whiskers tickling a bit and Tony giggled quietly. "Let's get you some food. And I will show you where you can sleep," he cooed to the cat, heading to the door.

Steve looked at his beaming son, smiling happily, glad that he listened to the advice. Maybe he should give Peter more credit and listen to him more often. Tony was already looking better and it was the first time in weeks he saw his husband smiling again.

"Are you two coming?"

After the question, Peter and Steve quickly left the workshop, following Tony and Stella, who already became best friends. They wouldn't miss Stella's first day in her new forever home for the world.

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Little Eye appeared in Meow Cafe series as one of the original cats that were first in the cafe. In the fic she got adopted by an elderly couple who I based on my parents

#stony #tony stark #steve rogers #SUPERHUSBANDS #superfamily #figaro #peter parker #tw: pet death #fanfic #fanfiction

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oh-its-souichi · 6 years ago

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Ultra- Violence

Part 4

Overhaul X Reader

Yo!

l--o-n-g---a-n-g-s-t-y--f-a-n-f-i-c--a-h-e-a-d.

Yeah I gave myself to much credit this series should be finished in a few days.

Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, physical abuse, drugs, Overhaul’s a bit ooc but eh, LEMON (which I am absolute trash at writing so I kept it EMBARRASSINGLY short) , this part is long and the grammar is shite. Sorry.

You stood prim and proper as always a kind and loving smile on your face completely void of any thought or emotion. At this point you didn’t even fell human anymore. You felt like an empty vessel. None of your senses worked anymore like they had been zapped away.

Your arms and legs were numb

Your head foggy

Your ears unable to hear what was going on around you

Hell you couldn’t even understand word he was saying like you had completely forgotten how to comprehend your native tongue. Well that was until he uttered his last sentence. Six words you would never imagined HE would string along, forming them purposefully in a sentence. “You what?” you stuttered dropping your hands at your size, your mouth agape.

He raised an eyebrow at your boldness repeating himself, giving you the benefit of the doubt. “I want to start a family.” He repeated. All the language skills you had built up over the years abandoned you leaving you to stare blankly at him, your mouth trying to from some semblance of a ineligible pronouncement. ‘A family!’ you screamed in your head. To bring a kid into this, no, his world would be nothing short of cruel.

The likely hood of him wanting to bring the kid into the world for the pleasure of being a father was slim to none. If anything he would probably use it in an experiment as he had your parents. You didn’t know why though. He could barely handle being around adults let alone some germ bag kid. You paused your words your brain ticking at the word. Germ. That’s it.

“Children are so dirty my dear” you said snaking your way across the room and to his side. Mimicking the same moves he pulled on you when attempting to be charismatic. “Can you imagine the sickness they would track home and infect everything with?” You allowed your voice to seethe as you bent down practically whispering the last part into his ear.

Your voice made goosebumps raise up on his shin and he was reminded of the sensation of your lips against his. Playing along with your game he pulled you down onto his lap, running a gloved finger along you jaw, making you shiver at it’s tenderness. “But it would be from you my darling. They would be pure” his voice was plain as usual but you could hear what could only be.. adoration?

You looked into his eyes watching them sparkle with something. Did he mean what he was saying? or was there something motivating him. A shadow of a plan that lurked beneath his coy words. “No” you said feeling the danger of your utterance. The twinkle in his eye you saw seconds ago faded away his eyes hardening in it’s place.

The room around you went completely silent.

He stared into your eyes making you shift uncomfortably on his lap, tempting you go hop off and run for the door, escaping out of his confines but he cleared his throat before you could work up the nerve. “Well that’s to bad my dear” he said.

Painstakingly slow he drug his hand up the back of your neck and into your hair, his touch like a million little kisses, like the feeling of feathers on your skin. It made you woozy, it made you want him. He continued up, making sure you felt how could he could feel against you until he got the the middle of your head and stopped. He toyed with the idea your obstinance was due to the the loss of your mother and that he should pardon your bad behavior but immediately shoved the idea away. He was never one for forgiveness anyhow. Suddenly he slammed your head into the arm of the coach, his masked face void of any emotion.

You gasped at the pain that engulfed your face, blood flowing out of your nose.

Tears begged to leave your eyes but you didn’t let them.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Why would I want the father of my children to be someone like you.” you spit your voice muffled by the coach. He ran his fingers calmly through your hair staring blankly in front of him.

“Someone like me?” he questioned pressing your face harder into the coach causing more blood to gush out of your nose. “Someone who can’t love.” you said calming your nerves. He sounded genuinely curious. “You’re fucking sick. What kind of child wants a father who can’t even love their mother.”

He went silence for a moment seeming to mull what you said around in his head. “On the contrary my angel.” he said shoving you off of his lap and onto the floor, your body thudding harshly on the carpet. “I adore you” he said his voice laced with sadness and disgust. You let your head hang allowing the blood to drip onto the ground, staining the creme carpet. You knew how much your dearly beloved hated blood. You scoffed looking up to him only to see him turn his head away refusing to look at you. ‘Typical’ you thought bringing your hands onto his knees. “Why won’t you look at me? Am I to dirty for you" you breathed extending his name. His eyes hardened, fury growing evident on his face.

Harshly he grabbed you by your hair yanking you to your feet.

He wanted to kill you. He wanted to watch your blood splatter your body exploding before him, popping like a water balloon for being such a pretentious bitch and bleeding all over his floor. He didn’t act on that desire though. You were to rare to kill. Instead he studied your face loathing the blood that streamed out of your nose the bruise that was forming on the bridge of your nose. He had done it again. He was staining you.

“I adore you” he said letting go of your hair, allowing your body to fall back to the ground. You blinked in amazement. Watching him walk away. “Go to your room and bath. Be sure you are ready for me when I come to visit you.” You sighed giving up. You would never win. He waited by the door holding it open for you, waiting for a response. “Yes dear” you said weakly standing up and walking past him and out into the hallway. He hummed pleased “Now go into your room. I will bring your noon meds. soon.”

You nodded solemnly walking down the hallway and into your room.

....

A few hours later, the meds. given having warn off, you sat sobbing quietly in your room. Your swollen eyes watched rain drops streak down your bedroom window.

You had been focusing on a specific pink flower that seemed to be getting berated by the heavy drops, the tender little plant rocked clumsily with each impact. It looked like the pedals would fall from the stem and rot on the ground below but you suddenly remembered how resilient flowers were. You had no reason to worry.

To the right of you- you heard your door slam into the dresser you had used to barricade yourself in your room with, in an attempt to keep people, well, him out.

“Y/N” he stated obviously unamused “Remove your dresser from the door now.” Ignoring him you continued to stare out the window wishing so badly that you had been born that pink flower. So you could have been planted in Overhaul’s garden, close enough to know who he was and for him to acknowledge you but far enough away he could never hurt you again. Part of you wanted to laugh at the thought.

You sounded pathetic.

Maybe you were

Having been so wrapped up in your own thoughts you didn’t hear Overhaul demand you to open the door once again. At your silence he sighed going nd fetching Chrono and Nemoto who were awaiting his instruction in his office. They heeded to his request and left to deal with you. Overhaul on the other having predicted what your reaction would be when the two men busted down your door stopped by is lab to retrieve a more potent tranquilizer. The medication required an injection so patiently he prepared the necessary supplies he would need to preform the shot. Methodically he retrieved a clean syringe and pushed the tip into the bottle of Midazolam he head placed on one of the counters.

As he slipped the needle in he heard the door crack open followed by a weak scream. He pumped the liquid inside of the syringe cringing as he heard you continue to protest. “Let go of me!” he heard you sob your voice muffled.

He wished you would have been reasonable and opened your door so he wouldn’t have had to go to these lengths but you forced his hand. He didn’t want to allow Nemoto and Chrono to lay their filthy hands on you but you were so goddamn stubborn. It pissed him off that you would disrespect him after everything he had done for you.’Ungrateful’ he thought walking down the long corridor until he reached your room.

The sight he walked in on disgusted him. Chrono and Nemoto had you roughly pinned to the bed, your hair was strewn around wildly while your extremities were shaking. “Continue to hold her tightly” he said his words feeling like acid in his mouth. “I’m going to be giving her an injection.” At his words you thrashed around until Nemoto shoved his knee into your back causing you to cry out in pain. “Nemoto Be gentle with her please” Overhaul said circling around the bed until he was at your side. Feeling his presence you let out a defeated sigh and relaxed under the grasps that held you. “It will be okay my angel” he said stroking your hair before calmly injecting the serum into your arm. After the liquid was dispelled into your veins, you relaxed.

Your precious body going limp.

“Release her” he told the two men, catching you in his arms before you slipped off of the bed and hit the ground after they let go. Lovingly he lifted you onto the bed, he knew your skin was crawling with his assistants filth but that could be dealt with after you got some rest.

...

When you woke up your head was throbbing, a pain like knives plunging into your skull. Weakly you groaned slapping your hand to your forehead. “Oh my gosh” you sighed at the pain at the pain finding it hard to focus your eyes. Desperately you looked around your, from what you could tell, dimly lit room. All the furniture that you normally would have been able to see was blurry almost like there was a thick fog surrounding you. “What did he give me’ you thought sadly hoping this wasn’t permanent.

There was a cool breeze hitting your face filling your nose with the scent of rain. Involuntarily you felt your body take a deep breathe in reveling in the freshness of the air. Now that you thought about it you couldn’t remember the last time you had a breathe of fresh air. Overhaul didn’t let you outside and the window in your room was barred shut prohibiting you from opening it. ‘How is the air getting in?” you thought attempting to sit up but collapsed back into your pillows. A groan escaped your lips and you tried again to no avail.

“Are you awake angel?” you heard Overhaul say his voice like medication to your throbbing head. “Yes dear” you said swiftly not having heard him come in and attempted to sit up but stopped when your body began to shake.Overhaul watched you struggle his blank face covered by a thin black mask. He wore black pants and black button up shirt with the sleeves still rolled up from giving you a bath as well as dealing with his other experiment.

He placed your meds as well as a cup of water onto your bedside table and helped you sit up, positioning your body against your head board. “Are you experiencing any discomfort?” he asked taking his hands off of your body, satisfied with your position. “My head hurts a bit and I can’t see. My vision is blurry” He hummed figuring the tranquilizer hadn’t worn off yet, nothing to be concerned about. “Take these. I included a pain medication to assist with the pain”

Compliantly you downed whatever ever was in the cup desperate for some relief and took a swig of water feeling the pills trickle down your throat. There was definitely more than usual but you didn’t care. After swallowing the last pill you sigh softly and blindly placed the cups onto the nearest hard wood surface.

The coolness of the liquid seemed to bring you back to your senses.

.As your eyes cleared you could see a new white door hanging off the hinges where your old one used to, your dresser tucked neatly against the wall. Embarrassment seeped into you cheeks, turning them red. “Thank you” you said to him hoping he would gloss over your mental breakdown, not that he was one to do that. “Anything for you” he sighed making you cringe. Here is comes you thought casting your eyes away from him to the window expecting his hand to latch onto your scalp and ripe you off the bed and hurt you until he thought he had punished you enough.

Overhaul’s eyes lingered down on you taking in your face. You looked different than before almost... sickly. Your eyes were hallow with sadness, your skin sunken with the amount of chemicals he had forced into your system. Not that you were repulsive. Far from it. Even drugged up you were ethereal.

Curtly he cleared his throat. “I had to do that to your parents angel. You know that right?” he said. You exhaled sadly once he pronounced the ‘S’ at the end of parents. ‘I’m sorry dad’ you thought picturing his face. “Please not now” you sighed. He sat down beside you grasping your hand “No, you need to tell me you understand” he said a bit of desperation in his voice.

You didn’t answer, not knowing what to say and let a silence fall over the two of you. Outside you could hear the rain continuing to thump off of the roof and you wished you were out there to feel it. He scooted your head closer to his mouth, his touch inciting a fire in you. ‘I love him’ you thought your eyes rolling back at the silkiness of his voice. “I did it for you�� he said tucking some of your hair behind your right ear. “Because of them I am one step closer to riding society of it’s sickness and making it safe for you to live in, safe for our children to live in.” he said placing a render hand on you stomach making you flinch.

He had never touched you like that.

Before you knew it you found yourself leaning into his chest, the steady thrum of his heart beat soothing you as another wave of drowsiness hit your body. “if you refuse me though angel, like you did earlier, their deaths would mean nothing” he whispered into your ear. Your eyes widened in horror.

In the distance you could hear you conscientiousness screaming, begging you to reject the poison (bullshit) but you ignored it being drug back by his voice. “The sacrifice they made was for you. They wanted us to be happy in a healthy world. Your not going to disrespect them by throwing that all away are you?” he said pushing you lightly away.

‘How could I have been so selfish?’ you thought feeling guilt rock your body, tears welling up in your eyes. “Of course not!” you said embracing him in a tight hug, sweetly surrendering to him. He jumped slightly at your touch but calmed and smiled underneath his mask.

He knew you would understand.

“Save your tears angel” he said raising your head from his chest. Gently with his thumbs he brushed away your pesky tears, seeing the helplessness in your face. He had you in his trap. becoming completely dependent on him as he always wanted. You nodded and he could see your eyes wrinkle telling him you were smiling at him from underneath your mask. Gingerly he discarded his mask setting it on the bedside table then repeated the action and took off yours placing it next to his.

Remaining still you watched his movements feeling a cool gust of wind run up your exposed back. You turned you head to the window only to have it brought back by his ungloved hands. He cupped your face carefully kissing you.

Goosebumps erupted on your arms, spreading across your chest and legs. Without giving you time to adjust to this sudden display of affection he caressed you down onto the bed, his body hovering over you. Your head hit the soft blankets, his lips never leaving yours. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip making you moan softly.

Cautiously you tangled your hand into his brown hair loving how soft it felt intertwined with your fingers. He responded by trailing soft kisses down your jaw and neck lingering on your collarbone before nipping at the skin.

You moaned at the sensation feeling himself lift his body off of your and begin to strip off your nightgown. “Overhau-” you went to say before he cut you off. “it’s Kai” he stated sitting you up so he was able to pull the gown over your head. “Kai” you repeated back.

He almost shivered at how beautiful his name sounded when leaving your lips. It almost made him want to bring it back so he could hear you say it all the time. You made it sound so clean. “Yes that’s my first name. Please use it wisely.” he warned. Whether it be the medicine he had given you or the rush you got from his skin against yours. but you found yourself giggling cutely at him. “Kai” you repeated. “I like it”

He leaned over and kissed you tenderly on the forehead before standing up and removing his clothes. Neatly folding each article of clothing and setting it on your dresser.

You stared in awe at his exposed chest, the skin had always been hidden away from you. A gentle smile spread across your face and you motioned for him to come back. With a shaky breathe he did so. Crawling back onto the bed he separated your thighs with each one of his knees positioning himself between them. You could already feel the wetness of your core and looking down at Kai you saw he was plenty ready as well. He shot you a cautious glance as he lined himself up with your entrance. Seeing his hesitance you nodded and smiled lightly seeming to give him the confidence he needed.

Pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead he pushed himself inside of you shivering at the sensation. “Kai” you moaned feeling him pump himself steadily in and out of you his eyes never once leaving your face. He was so beautiful. You felt your cheeks flush under his charming gaze small moans leaving your mouth.

Silently he worshiped the little sounds you made, revering the way you moaned his name quickening his pace so he could hear more.

The two of you continued on well into the night until he met his release and collapsed on top of you breathing heavily. You ran your fingers through his hair appreciating the small moment between the two of you. “I adore you” he said lowly, relaxing under the feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #my hero acadamy #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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jjongasarus · 7 years ago

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until then

the fourth shinobi war left everlasting scars in the will of fire. the idle, halcyon days of konoha continued, sunshine filled restless streets and sunsets brought about night-lights and fireflies. the peace in konoha had been paved with the blood of fallen comrades, friends, families, and lovers. tranquility was no cure for the nightmares that haunted the veterans who’d cut their nails and gritted their teeth through the grueling months of war. their blood and sweat fertilized the soil that supported the carefree footsteps of the new generation.

other shinobi were able to assimilate well. their footsteps fell in tune with those of the locals, their stories were light and censored in conversation, and their smiles and laughter blended seamlessly into the threshold of new beginnings. other shinobi had successfully crossed the white line into their new lives, leaving behind the memories of the fallen, leaving behind their shades of black and gray for brazenly stitched patches of white. she, however, wasn’t like the other shinobi.

her feet were rooted at the brink of her future tomorrows, at the sunset of her dreams, and every centimeter forward felt like a lifetime of goodbyes and heartache. crossing that line meant abandoning the memories of the fallen, abandoning the shinobi life she’d worked so hard to be a part of. it had engrained itself in her, it was a part of her now; all the limbs she’d severed, all the blood she’d mopped, all the pieces she was able to put back together, and those that fell apart.

her heart ached, her mind was fuzzy, and her eyes were misty with tears stuck between lashes of pink. one heavy sigh and she was out of bed, two more and she was standing beneath a hot stream of water that woke her from her thoughts and prepared her for her day. even if she was standing still, the illusion that she was running forward with an open heart had to be maintained.

she thought of naruto as she walked through the lively streets of konoha. her feet dragged slightly, making lazy stripes in the dirt, but her vision of him was bold and alive. regarded as the hero of the war, the one who’d burdened all the poisons of their cruel shinobi world, consumed them, and made butterflies out of every drop, he mutst’ve been the furthest from the white line. but his smile was brighter than it had ever been, and his hands were steady, and his stride confident and spirited. he breathed new life into their shattered world, and every step he took forward everyone followed in his brilliance. it was blinding for her, she couldn’t keep up, and whenever he glanced back over his shoulder, she’d pretend that her footsteps were in line with his light.

she’d feel guilty sometimes. naruto had endured worlds more than she had, and yet she was the one dragging her feet every morning to the medical ward. she spent the entirety of her days looking after injured civilians and sometimes her hand trembled when administering medication, other times even the smell of blood would churn something unpleasant in her stomach, and sometimes when it was late and silence welcomed the dim halls of the ward, she’d cry for those already months lost.

it was a never-ending cycle that she walked alone. the tail end of the cycle was the most draining; she’d once again drag her feet back down the road, following the pools of light on the ground from the street-lamps like a map, or better yet, like a night light illuminating a peace in the darkness. four more and she’d be at the corner, six more and she’d be at ino’s flower shop, ten more and—

she was abruptly flung out of her thoughts when her downcast head bumped into something hard, but warm. a tiny gasp and clumsy step back later she was lifting her head to apologize to whomever she’d inconvenienced.

“i’m so— oh, sasuke.”

sakura felt a breeze of relief massage away the worry-lines marking her forehead upon realizing it was her teammate that she’d bumped into.

“you should watch where you’re going.”

sakura’s lips picked up into a weary but understanding smile. she sifted a couple fingers back through the strands of pink filtering into her sight of him and laughed out of embarrassment at the situation. her laugh was just as tired as her smile but her embarrassment was genuine, it was an emotion that was practically her twin when dealing with this particular teammate of hers.

“sorry about that. what are you doing out so late anyways?” sakura’s question ended with her eyes flickering up to the sky. thick clouds covered the stars and only through the cracks between them did moonlight manage to peek through. it was certainly late, and she knew sasuke was the type to enjoy the silence of dusk, especially these days when just the mention of the uchiha made people want to shut their windows and lock their doors. it was a filler question, a complete dud at a real conversation, but sakura felt that it was customary.

“i’m taking a walk. do you usually leave the ward so late?”

she shifted most of her weight onto her left foot, leaning into her hip as her hand brushed by the nape of her neck and her eyes distanced themselves from him to the ground. her teeth caught the right corner of her lip and she fiddled with the rosy skin as she pondered her answer. seconds turned to moments and moments turned to memories as she mulled over her response. her body suddenly felt heavy, exhausted, and goosebumps rose on her skin as the feeling of his gaze resting upon her easily unraveled her neatly tied secrets. it felt like the mask she’d been wearing for months, the one that tried so pathetically hard to emulate the happiness of those whose feet moved forward, the one that she’d so shamelessly pitched to naruto as her reality, was crumbling helplessly. she didn’t want to be vulnerable, but she always so predictably and frustratingly fell victim to his presence.

a simple question and yet it had moved her. she didn’t notice when her shoulders slumped or when the silky tresses of her hair fell into her face, strands haphazardly sticking to the wet spots on her cheeks.

“….sakura? you’re—“

“ah, what’s wrong with me these days?” she lifted her head, misty tears marking her face with long stripes that glistened under the warm light of the street lamp. her smile was forced, her teeth were gritted and she was sinking into the nightmares of her past with every second that her eyes remained in contact with his. there was something about that deep eye of his, something that reached into her and like a magnet, attracted everything she’d been trying so desperately hide. it made her sick, disgusted that she was so easily exposed by a simple glance of an eye.

she could feel the stickiness of the blood of strangers connecting her fingers together, making spider-legs of red when pulled apart. she could hear the distant sounds of final breaths, and the staccato of labored ones fizzling out. she could feel the tightness of her muscles, the pounding against her skull as her chakra depleted with everyone she rescued. there was so much blood on her hands; it caked beneath her nails and stained her fingerprints, and she was certain that even the people she’d managed to save could see it too. she envisioned the battlefield; she could smell soot and decay, she could see impressions of battle worn soles and splintering branches promised to the earth with blood, hollow cracks twisting and contorting between debris from broken homes and broken bodies, mapping the earth like veins. she could hear the righteous battle cries of her companions, and the eerie silence when those cries dissipated into the wind and their bodies laid mangled in the dirt. it was all so colorful and so true and every moment she re-stained her consciousness with the memories of old, that white line got further and further away.

sakura rose a hand to her face and brought a knuckle beneath her eye to wipe away her tears. it felt like hours had passed but in reality, only seconds had. he’d remained quiet, watching her with the one eye she’d so helplessly succumbed to. she took a step back and her skin brushed against the cold metal of the street lamp. she glanced up, noticing a triplet of fireflies dancing in the bright of the bulb.

“you feel it too, don’t you?”

her eyes widened a bit at his words. six simple words but they somehow soothed the wound that her memories had recently reopened. he’d always been able to pull something raw from her ever since they were kids. in the past, it was because all her adolescent fantasies and desires were so easily provoked with just a glance in her direction. now, however, there was something about the abyss in his eye, something about that deep, dark shade of nothingness that sent a shiver down her spine, made beads of sweat gather on the back of her neck, and made her fall in deeper. because yes, of course, he was just as pained as she was, if not more.

sasuke knew pain.

no.

he lived it.

every second of every waking moment, he walked within the shadows of his nightmares. the fabric of his reality had been torn apart at the seams in a single, quiet night. he’d walked among slaughtered memories that day, his dreams of forever stained red, laying strewn apart in the dirt and within those pools of glistening blood he’d seen himself; soft skin, healthy cheeks, his breathing making clouds in the crisp, midnight air. he’d seen himself so clearly that night, his reflection bright and full in the crimson sea of everything he’d ever loved. no one could understand his suffering and he’d suffocated in an abyss of loneliness; his lips taut, hands empty, eyes gazing at his peers playing in the threshold of his dreams, past a white line that he’d yet to approach. and even now as the dull light of the streetlamp circled her, its curve neatly avoided him, and there within shades of black and white they stood, so close yet infinities apart.

“y-yeah..” sakura’s lips dipped into a frown and her eyebrows pulled at the middle, as if she was struggling with something difficult. her pains, her anxieties, and her doubts muddled together in her stomach as if it was reacting to him. it was as if the wavelengths of their despair were talking, no, screaming, and everything she was trying to hide was abruptly, violently boiling to the surface. she wanted to cradle her stomach, wince in agony, anything to help soothe herself but she remained still and so did he.

silence.

her vision became blurred with the sea of her tears, pooling in her eyes almost as quickly as they spilled out over her cheeks. she thought of everything the war had taken from her; her innocence, her spirit, her light, and at that very moment it was as if the clouds had parted through her haze of pain and confusion and something clicked. it was subtle, but it was there, a connection she hadn’t noticed before.

it was silent because no words were needed between them, because standing there beneath the flickering light above her head, her green melting into his black, her scars resonating with his, spoke volumes. then suddenly, as if their darkness was too much for the little bulb to handle, the streetlight flickered off and they were left alone with their demons.

“i’m leaving konoha tomorrow.”

their demons danced with each other, hand in hand, twirling and tumbling through the shadows between them. she stepped towards him, her eyes wide and tears flowing freely, caressing the curve of her cheek and puddling into the corner of her mouth. she understood now, she understood why his eye had evoked such a reaction from her.

“at noon i’ll be gone.”

their demons were parading around obnoxiously now, jumping, twirling, dipping and diving between them. she took another step, and then a third, her lips parting just slightly enough for her tongue to peek through and taste the salt on her lower lip. yes, it was all so clear to her now. her stomach stopped churning, her tears stopped flowing, and her wounds were bared raw and naked.

“i don’t know when i’ll be back.”

the demons made way for her, fading into the background tangled in each other’s arms, watching, waiting.

another step and she stood within his own, personal night. it was thick and unbearable, it suffocated her, made her old bruises ache like new and her wounds bleed, but she understood now. her hand rose, fingers trembling and curling inwards slightly before flattening when she pressed her palm against his chest. her head tilted back, tufts of pink hair rolling over her ears, sticking to the cold sweat on her neck as her eyes peered into his. her lips hesitated, her breath hitched, and her lashes fanned over her eyes for a moment. she finally understood that their pain connected them, it connected them on a level she didn’t know existed. it was true, and it was theirs.

“sakura.”

she felt his heart move, like a rock sinking to the bottom of a lake, slow and heavy. she knew he felt it too, that was why when he said her name it was almost strained, fraying at the end into nothing more than a whisper. he was hurt, he’d been hurting, and maybe sakura’s pain could be the company that would medicate his loneliness. perhaps this was the only way for them to connect, through mutual agony, and even if it was bitter at the core, it was a space that only they knew. it was special.

her fingers curled into the stitches of his shirt when she heard her name. his head lowered slightly, the movement briefly exposing the bright purple of his other eye before it was curtained by his hair again. he looked at her, his stare straight and solid while his hand rose to his chest and grasped hers only to lower back to her side. her hand gave in easily, fingers uncurling the moment his hand touched hers, and it rested limply at her side.

“don’t be late.”

sakura felt her pulse quicken a beat and before she could speak, he’d already turned on his heel and disappeared into the darkness of the night. he didn’t say goodnight or even goodbye, but that was how they communicated best. silence.

it was just then that the streetlight behind her flickered back on, the fireflies resuming their tapping against the bulb. she looked back over her shoulder and no— they were moths now, crowding around the light hungrily, as if feasting on the only thing that would keep them alive.

it was an invitation that he’d extended to her and she’d agreed without words. she was running away, running away from that white line that marked new beginnings, she was running backwards, backwards towards the pain she’d been trying so hard to forget, away from the exact thing she’d scarred her body trying to achieve, backwards into the shadows of her nightmares.

their grief would dance together again at noon tomorrow, and it would continue to dance through the rivers they’d cross, over mountains they’d climb, and through fields of weeds they’d walk. they would even dance between the shadows of pain and doubt, the very place in which they were born. their screams would be loud, horse, penetrating, but eventually feather out into melodies so soft that even a breeze would drown it out. and it would be then and only then that they’d be able to cross that white line together.

but until then.

#sasusaku #sasusaku fic #sasusaku fanfiction #ssfanfiction

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Solitary Confinement- A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part 6 of The Torturous Year)

A/N: Merry Christmas guys!! ! I decided to take the original plot for the chapter and split it into three chapters as it was already at 16k when I was about two thirds done. So, I hope you guys enjoy this next part! I know I had a fun time writing it (kind of lol). I can’t wait to hear what y’all think so feel free to drop me a line! Much love, xoxo.

Previous Installments: The Torturous Year. (Part 1) - Methods of Torture. (Part 2) - Pressure Points. (Part 3) - Sleep Deprivation. (Part 4) - Drowning. (Part 5)

Your feet moved faster than your mind could keep up, trying to get as far away from the Great Lake as possible. Bounding up the stairs, you mumbled the password to the Fat Lady quickly, tears already streaming down your face.

“Good heavens my dear, are you alright?” She asked, the nosy woman seemingly genuinely concerned.

You glanced behind you, knowing that Remus was most likely not far behind, and looked up at her. “I’m fine,” you gritted out. “Please, Caput Draconis.”

Looking behind you, she saw Remus quickly heading towards the portrait, also dripping from head to toe. “Yes, yes, of course, dear. Come in,” she mumbled, confused at what could have transpired between the two young teens.

The painting swung open and you didn’t wait to climb through, headed straight up to your dorm. You felt the walls closing in on you as you replayed the scene over and over in your head, realizing how much of a fool you just made of yourself out to be.

You slammed the door shut to your room and headed for your bed, not caring about the fact that you were soaking wet. Right now, you just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry your eyes out. You pulled the curtains around your bed quickly and briefly thought to use a muffliato charm before you fell on your bed in a heap.

“Y/N?” Marlene asked, and waited for a reply. ��Knock knock…” she mumbled and poked her head in through the curtains.

You didn’t bother to look up to see who it was, your sobs wracking your whole body. You felt your lungs burn along with your cheeks as your tears left hot trails down your freezing skin.

“Merlin, Y/N, what happened?” Marlene rushed over and sat down on the edge of your bed.

“He—and I—so stupid!” you wailed, and Marlene furrowed her brows in confusion. You continued to mumble on about your problems, speaking in quick fragments. Marlene’s eyes drifted down towards the note that she had found earlier that day on her dresser. It was clearly Remus’ handwriting and it mentioned needing to talk.

Hesitantly, she reached out and rested her hand on your shoulder lightly. “Is this about Remus?”

Your sobs only grew louder and you buried your head in your knees. The name made you feel physically sick; you didn’t know if that was because you were more disgusted with him or yourself.

“Okay, I see. Let’s get you a nice bath and you can tell me all about it, yeah?” She smiled sadly, rubbing at the spot her hand lay.

You shook your head in response, not having the energy to relive that painfully embarrassing and heart wrenching experience. You didn’t know if people could die from heartache, but the way your own felt like it was going to physically break, you thought you might.

Marlene simply sighed in response and left for a moment before returning, pulling at your shoulders gently. “Come on, Y/N, you’re sopping wet and shaking. You need to warm up.”

You stilled for a moment and blinked, your tears still blurring your vision, as you noted that you were shivering violently from the cold. You hadn’t even noticed it and now that you realized, it only seemed to make you shake more. Taking in a stuttering breath, you exhaled yet another sob and only nodded your head in response.

Marlene took your hand in hers and pulled you to your feet before you collapsed in her arms. She felt you cling to her, your shaking form barely able to stand; and she guided you into the bathroom, to the edge of the tub before helping you strip down. You briefly thought that this would be the second person who saw you nude today and another heart wrenching sob ripped through you.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments, the bubbles slowly dissipating being the only noise besides your quiet crying. Marlene looked at you and felt a strange tugging at her own heart, seeing you in such obvious pain. She had never seen you cry, let alone weep this much and the notion left her feeling a strong urge to comfort and protect you; she just needed to know how and from whom.

“Y/N,” she whispered hesitantly and cringed as you jumped, “please, tell me what happened.”

After a few moments of silence, Marlene sighed and stood, leaving the room. When she returned she had two glasses in her hands, as well as a large bottle of what looked to be Elderflower wine. You furrowed your brow in confusion and waited until she stuck a full glass in your hands before looking up at her.

“Why?” you asked, your voice hoarse and broken from crying.

“Because it will help warm you and make you feel better. Now drink up and tell me why I am going to skin some git alive tomorrow.” She took a long sip from her own glass and motioned for you to do the same, tipping your glass up to be sure that you actually drank more than a tiny sip.

You took three large gulps before pulling away with a small cough and looking down into your glass. You felt the stinging prick of tears behind your eyes and didn’t even try to will them away.

After a few more moments of silence you sniffed and cleared your throat. “He kissed me.”

Marlene stilled, eyes widening before blinking rapidly. “Remus?!”

You exhaled and tried to ignore the way his name made you physically flinch, a quick apology mumbled from the girl sitting on the toilet next to you. “Yeah…” you said dumbly, your hands shaking as you lifted the glass to your lips again. The taste was smooth and sweet, yet somehow slightly bitter. You chased after the bitterness, trying to relish in the way that it burned slightly on the way down and warmed your insides.

“Isn’t that a good thing then?”

You sniffed and shifted in the water before downing the rest of your glass in two gulps and extending your hand for more. Marlene blinked and filled your glass half way this time. “He doesn’t want me.”

“Bullshit, Y/N! He kissed you…” Marlene’s eyes rolled in annoyance. There was no way that he wouldn’t have wanted her if he kissed her. Even Remus wasn’t that thick.

You stopped for a few moments and blinked, feeling more tears fall freely. “Maybe I kissed him…” you trailed off, your own brows creased in obvious thought. “Either way he made it clear that it was a mistake.” Staring at your glass of wine for a few moments longer, you hesitated before taking in a stuttering breath and downing as much of it as you could in one go.

“Easy there,” Marlene warned; but you ignored her and finished off the glass. You tilted your now empty glass towards her again in a silent plea for a refill. “I don’t know Y/N; I think you’ve had enough.”

You shook your head and sniffed twice before mumbling, “still cold,” and feeling your eyes blur with more unshed tears. It was as if you couldn’t control them anymore.

Marlene sighed as she filled your glass once more and set the bottle down. “Well, if you’re going to drink this much, you might as well tell me everything that happened.”

So you did.

You cleared your throat and started, backing up to the beginning of today and working through how each event unfolded. You told her about the breakfast that you left for him and the little note with the innuendo on it, feeling stupid for thinking that he’d ever want to sleep with you. When she tried fighting you on it, you simply scoffed and relayed the story of how he practically ran at the sight of you in the nude after your shower. Then he pouted in the pouring rain for hours, and you told her in detail about the row you had with him.

“—And he just bloody tortures me, Marls! I swear it, he’s cruel— absolutely foul.” You hiccuped, taking a sip of your now fourth glass of wine.

“That prick! I swear to Merlin, he better sleep with one eye open because I’m going to castrate him slowly and painfully.” she growled, sipping on her own glass herself. While she was much more sober than you were, Marlene hated to admit that she was beginning to feel a slight buzz thrumming through her own body, the anger stirring within her amplified.

You rolled your eyes and leaned back, casting a quick warming charm on your bath that had long gone tepid. Your fingers had started to prune and the bubbles were a scarce layer on the surface of the water; you either didn’t notice or care. “Don’t, he—he isn’t worth it.” Tears rolled down your face and you felt your heart shatter over again. “Oh Godric, he’s gorgeous Marls, why does he have to be so gorgeous? And he bloody knows it too. He teases me and—and flirts with me! And he suddenly walks around with all this muscle and height and that stupid hair of his too! Merlin, it’s as if he’s trying to outdo James it’s so perfectly messy all the fucking time…” you paused, and thought back to the way he looked out in the rain. Your voice grew softer and you bit your lip gently. “—And his lips are just so perfect; like you’re really kissing the best person on earth. He’s just so bloody perfect and it’s killing me.” You felt the tears start to fall again and you look down at your wrinkled hands. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Marlene sighed softly and bit her own bottom lip in anger. She watched as you stared down at the water, crying silently and felt her own stomach twist in worry. She wanted to fucking scream, to rip Remus a new one but she knew that it would only hurt you further. You weren’t the type to want to get revenge and for your sake she controlled her raging temper.

“Marlene,” you whispered gently, trying desperately to stop the tears that wouldn’t end. “H-Have you ever been in love?”

Blinking a few times, she stared at you, trying to comprehend if she heard that right. “Did you say love?”

Feeling an embarrassing heat rise to your cheeks, you shut your eyes in shame and sniffed quietly. “Nevermind, forget I said anything.”

“Y/N,” she started gently, “don’t tell me you love him…”

You simply shrugged in response and bit your bottom lip again. “I don’t know; I thought I did—do. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Every time I was with him I felt like I was on cloud nine. And I tried not to, Merlin I tried; but no matter what I did, I couldn’t help but go back to him.

“I would ignore him, or tell myself that we were only friends and he could never see me like that; but then he’d smile at me and everything just seemed to shift. I can’t think straight around him and it scares me even more that I don’t want to. Isn’t that love? Knowing that your whole world shifts when you’re with them and still letting it?

“But I am so stupid! I mean, it felt like he liked me back too; at least Sirius was always telling me that. I guess I was too naive to see that he didn’t even want a quick shag. I can’t really blame him either…”

“Now wait just a damn second, Y/N Y/L/N. I may not know much about love, but I know that Remus had at least some sort of feelings for you. What in Godric’s name is stopping him, I don’t know but you two were all over each other practically any time you were in the same room. It was sickening and that sort of thing doesn’t just change.”

You shrugged and took another sip from your glass. “I think I’m living proof that it does Marlene. Who knows, maybe he was just all talk; he didn’t really want any follow through.”

“Then—Then—” she paused, trying to come up with an adequate way to punish him. “Then he’s a right coward and doesn’t deserve you anyway!”

You managed a small, bitter laugh and shook your head. “That’s good that this happened then because I don’t deserve him either.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before you took in a deep breath. “Okay, I’ve done enough wallowing. I’m tired and sad and probably far too drunk to do anything else but go to bed. Help me up?”

And only after Marlene helped you into your pajamas and tucked you into bed did you finally begin to calm, tears still rolling but your whole body too numb to notice. You laid in bed, feeling too small and far too alone; shifting uncomfortably before you fell into a restless sleep.

Tortured: 0

Torturer: 1

The next morning you woke to Marlene standing over you, pulling your bedsheet off, demanding that you get your butt up and down to breakfast. You felt your head begin to pound and you sniffed twice before coughing violently.

“Go on without me,” you rasped, and buried your head under the pillow.

Rolling her eyes, she groaned and pulled the pillow from your bed as well. “You’re not going to wallow in bed all day. It is the day before Valentine’s Day, and we have work to do before the first year’s party tonight!”

You grunted softly in reply, “I’m sick; leave me be. I can’t chaperone tonight.”

After much bickering and the promise of a hangover and pepperup potion, you finally left your room. All the while down to the Great Hall Marlene went on, claiming that Remus was a ‘foul, no good, rotten tosser who was too blind to see what he had going for him’ and that you were not a woman who’d weep for those that didn’t deserve it. So you sat at the table in the Great Hall and furrowed your brows in annoyance.

You pushed your food around your plate with your fork dejectedly, and sniffed twice before falling into another large coughing fit. As if nothing worse could come from last night, you had also come down with a nasty cold from being out in the rain.

“You alright there, Y/N?” James asked, looking across the table to where you sat, which was now the farthest from Remus as possible and closest to Marlene.

Taking a moment to clear your throat, you sniffed again and turned to him. “I‘m fine Prongs, just feeling a bit peaky is all.”

At the sound of your voice, small and hoarse, Remus cringed inwardly. He looked over at you and noted the way your eyes were more sunken in, yet puffy and slightly red too, looking absolutely exhausted. His heart lurched in his chest and fought down the urge to reach out and bundle you up in his arms. He had no right to do that, especially not after what he did.

“Are you running a fever?” James asked, reaching across the table to feel your forehead with the back of his hand like his own mother used to do to him as a child. “You don’t feel too warm.”

You managed to smile softly, pulling away from his hand with a small chuckle. “James, I’m fine, really. Just came down with a bit of a cold is all. I was planning on seeing Pomfrey later for a pepperup potion.”

Nodding, seemingly satisfied with your answer, James sat back down. “Good. That sucks that you’re spending the Valentine’s Day Hogsmeade trip sick though. Is there a lucky lad you’ll have to break a date with today?”

Feeling your heart sink deep into your chest, you forced a laugh. “No, there’s nobody Prongs.”

Sirius smirked, leaning in to nudge your shoulder gently with his and winked at you. “I can think of someone, I’m sure.”

“Actually, James, she has a date today—or rather three—if she’s still up for it?” Marlene chimed in, looking to you with hopeful knowing eyes.

James’ eyebrows rose in astonishment. “Three blokes in one day! Merlin, Y/N, I didn’t think you were that type of bird…”

You felt a warmth rise to your cheeks at the thought and shook your head quickly. “No—”

“She meant us, you dunce.” Lily rolled her eyes, pointing to the two girls sitting across from her.

James chuckled, running a hand through his hair and smiled nervously. “Right! Of course, I didn’t mean to think that she’d—I mean, of course I wasn’t saying she was—”

Throwing your head back, you laughed honestly at the nervous way he squirmed under Lily’s gaze. Man, that boy had it bad. “James,” you cut him off, coughing lightly, “I know what you meant. You’re fine.”

“Yeah, since none of the girls have dates this year, we decided that we were all going to have a girls’ day!” Marlene smiled sweetly, her eyes drifting towards Remus slowly. “Because honestly, who needs men anyways. Right girls?”

Lily, Alice and Mary whooped quietly alongside Marlene and you watched as she held her overly sweet gaze. Remus met her eyes for just a moment before frowning and ducking his head back into his breakfast. The sight brought a small lump to the back of your throat and you coughed again, fighting down tears you thought you didn’t have left.

“So, you still in Y/N?” Lily asked.

You quickly blinked away the tears and turned to her, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I’ll run down to the Hospital Wing now and we can head out.”

“Why don’t you head down there with her, Moony?” Sirius asked with a wry smile, leaning against the table cooly.

Remus’ eyes widened and sputtered for a moment. “Me??”

“You are the only Moony I know…”

“Right,” he cleared his throat, shifting in his seat slightly. “Uh, sure, I’d love to.”

Hesitantly, you stood and reached out for your bag only to have Remus grab it for you. You looked up at him with confusion and mild annoyance. “I can carry it for myself.”

“Nonsense, you’re sick. Let’s just get you to Pomfrey.” He rested his hand on the small of your back, and tried guiding you out of the hall.

A hand on his wrist stopped him, however, and Remus stilled as he felt nails dig into his arm slowly.

“Actually, Remus,” Marlene started, “Today is a girls’ day. So no blokes allowed.” She managed to seem slightly apologetic, shrugging as if it she had no other choice. “Sorry, it’s the rules.”

“Says who!?” Sirius asked, furrowing his brows.

“You wouldn’t understand, Black, you’re not a girl.” Marlene rolled her eyes and let go of Remus’ wrist.

“She isn’t going on a bloody date with him, it’s just to the Hospital Wing!”

You managed to smile softly and carefully peeled your bag from Remus’ shoulder. “It’s fine, Padfoot; there’s always next time. Marlene is right, it’s kind of girl code.”

Sirius simply rolled his eyes and groaned, muttering that he’d never understand the female brain as long as he lived as the two of you walked out of the Great Hall.

“Thanks,” you sighed, walking silently down the hall that was covered in hearts and flowers. Valentine’s Day was always somehow a big to do at Hogwarts and you never understood why. It really was quite cruel to do for all those that didn’t have someone during this time of year.

Marlene slung her arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer as the two of you walked. “Anytime, kid; anytime.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do tonight though,” you started, biting your lip nervously.

Marlene thought for a moment, furrowing her brows in slight confusion. “What about tonight?”

“The Valentine’s Day dance I’m chaperoning for the first through third years…” you paused and continued to worry your lip. “He’s on the committee with me.”

Marlene frowned as she walked with you, trying to think of a way you could get out of going. Thinking of none, she sighed heavily. “Well, there’s only one thing to do.”

“What’s that?”

A wicked grin slowly spread on her face as she turned her chin upward in obvious pride. “We’re going to make you look so hot Remus will be sure to know what he’s missing.”

You blinked a few times in slight shock and felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment. “Marls, he’s not going to know anything because he doesn’t see me like that! And plus, I’m not going to look like a trollop at a party I’m chaperoning for eleven year olds!”

“My goal is not trollop, but sophisticatedly sexy, my dear…” Marlene trailed off, her mind already skimming through her wardrobe to find something appropriate for you.

“It’s still a party for eleven year olds. I’m not doing that Marlene.” You crossed your arms over one another defensively, already imagining the disapproving look McGonagall would give you if you showed up in one of Marlene’s dresses.

Rolling her eyes, she nodded and waved her hand at you dismissively. “Fine, fine but there is still the upper years’ party tomorrow; and that you can’t fight me on.”

“I’m not even going to that,” you said, exasperated.

Stopping dead in her tracks, just a few feet from the doors to the Hospital Wing. “Like hell you’re not! This is one of the only dances we will ever have and I’m not having you miss it over some wanker!”

You sputtered for a moment, trying to come up with some valid reason to not go tomorrow and sighed in defeat, coughing lightly. “Fine.”

Seemingly satisfied, Marlene nodded and opened the doors to the Hospital Wing and motioned for you to enter. “After you, my sick little project.”

“Project?” you squeaked, eyes wide in slight fear. Marlene was always one to look beautifully put together, owning a large array of different dresses that always hugged her body perfectly. You had a feeling that she was going to drop you so far out of your comfort zone you don’t know if you’d ever find your way back.

She smiled and rolled her eyes playfully, dragging you along. “Just come on, Y/N. Have a little faith…”

Hours later, Remus was walking along the path towards Tomes and Scrolls with the rest of the marauders, James in search for the perfect Valentine’s Day gift to get Lily. He really didn’t want to go, but fearing their inquiries as to what was going on with him, he decided that it would be much better to ignore the ache in his chest and the pit of loneliness deep in stomach and head out with his friends.

Welcome bells jingled as they opened the door, all scurrying in to shelter themselves from the cold weather. Remus rubbed his hands together a few times before cupping them close to his face and breathing out, trying to thaw them from the chill of February. He was never one to like the cold much, even though he could tolerate it better than most because of his natural werewolf heat. Remus much rather enjoyed the aspects of autumn, where he’d only need a jumper in order to stay nice and toasty.

Meandering through the isles, Remus walked through the store, deviating from his own friends in order to head towards the muggle fiction section. He figured that if James was going to find anything remotely impressive to Lily it would most likely be in that section and wandered over.

He stopped, however, when he noticed you standing at the very back of the same section, browsing the shelves slowly. Remus watched with a furrowed brow as you bundled further into your own jacket as the door opened and closed again. You were obviously still freezing; he noted that your nose was still pink and irritated from the weather and you had darker bags under your eyes from the cold.

“What are you doing here, Lupin?” Remus heard a sharp voice coming from his right and he turned, his brows raising in slight shock as he saw Marlene walking up to him.

“I’d think I’d be looking for a book, seeing that I’m in a bookstore, Marlene.”

Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him and crossed her arms over one another scrutinizingly. She positioned herself between him and you, noting that his eyes would flick back towards your general direction repeatedly. “Very astute of you; now why are you here? It’s a big shop, you might want to look around first.”

Remus frowned in response and looked down at his scarf that he now held in his hands. “I—I was going to give her my scarf.”

“Why? What did you do to it?” Marlene asked, eyes darting towards the offending article.

“What? Nothing! It’s just—” he paused and stared over her shoulder to look at you for a moment. He watched as you visibly shivered once more before looking back to Marlene. “It’s cold and she’s sick.”

“No thanks to you.”

Remus winced and sighed as he remembered the way you screamed at him to head inside yesterday. You had told him that he was going to catch his death by sitting out in the rain, yet it seems like it was you who got the worst of it. “Look, I just wanted to help.”

Marlene took a step towards him, hands balled in a fist instinctually. She glared up at the taller boy in front of her before slowly forcing herself to unclench her hands, reminding herself that you wanted her to be civil. Taking another step towards him, however, she reached up and pushed at his chest lightly—one finger punctuating her every word.

“Haven’t you done enough?” Remus opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off with a low growl. “Just back off already, Lupin.”

She watched as Remus’ eyes flicked from her own to your form meters behind her before he sagged his shoulders in defeat. She didn’t deny herself the little trill of happiness she felt at the sadness in his posture or the way he looked like a kicked puppy; she just simply reminded herself that he deserved it.

“Just—” he paused and wrapped the scarf back around his own neck slowly. “Try to keep her out of the cold as much as possible. She will tell you that she’s fine with enjoying the wind and isn’t too cold but she really quite hates the poor weather. Her hands will go numb if she stays out for too long and keep in mind that she is sick, no matter how much she says that the pepperup potion helped.”

Marlene blinked and dropped the offending digit from his chest dumbly. Her gaze softened for just a moment as she looked into Remus’ eyes that were full of concern. He really did care about you at least in some way in order to know all of that about you. Thinking for a moment, she glanced to the scarf that was around his neck back up into his eyes before glaring again, albeit not as intensely as before. He still hurt you, no matter how much information he knew.

She cleared her throat for a moment, ensuring that her voice was level. “She’ll be fine, Lupin. Now go.”

Remus looked back over her shoulder for one last moment before nodding and turning around, walking back towards his friends.

“Did you find anything Moony??” James asked eagerly, dropping his own book on obscure potions.

Remus shrugged and shook his head, hands shoving themselves in his pants pockets. “No, sorry.”

Marlene watched as James’ shoulders slumped before nodding and motioning for them to all move on, leaving the shop. Turning around, she started heading back towards you, whose eyes were already glued to her. A sad smile rested on your face and unshed tears shone in your eyes.

“You know,” you started, pulling her into a hug, “at this rate you’re going to be sick of the amount of times I thank you today.”

She simply laughed in response before pulling away with a grin. “Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll add it to your tab.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed along with her, before heading over to try to find the other girls in the store. Once getting everything that they needed, the five of you left, heading for Gladrags Wizardwear. Suddenly, you felt a warm, soft scarf being looped around your neck loosely. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you looked over at Marlene who was smiling softly at you.

“I’m not going to have you catch your bloody death out in the cold when you’re sick.”

You sputtered for a moment before blinking twice and returning her smile. “Uh, thanks.”

“Anytime, Y/N,” she said as she held the door for you after walking into the clothing shop. “But you might want to hold off on thanking me.”

Eyes widening, you looked from her to the others in confusion and saw the large grins on all of their faces. “What are you guys planning?”

“Well, you agreed to dress up for at least one of the dances so we decided that we’re going to treat you to a bit of an early birthday present!” Mary exclaimed, grinning widely.

“B-But my birthday isn’t even for another month…” you trailed off, looking back to Marlene. “You guys honestly can’t do this. I mean, I already have a dress!”

“Well it looks like you’ll be dressing up to both then, won’t you my dear.” Lily smiled and took you by the arm. “Now let’s shop, because I’m dying to see what you’re going to look like in these dresses.”

For the next few hours you tried on dress after dress, showing each one to the girls and having them vote. They’d vetoed the nice black dress you liked because they claimed it to be something that you’d wear to a funeral. Then they denied the pretty emerald dress because of the color, which lead you to grumble about house prejudice for the next ten minutes.

“Guys, I don’t think I can do this for much longer! I have a dress, just let me wear that.”

Marlene simply rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Y/N, you can wear that dress tonight; I told you I’m making you my little project tomorrow!”

Groaning loudly, you sighed and sat down on the bench in the fitting room. Suddenly you heard a loud squeal that sounded distinctly like Lily’s and the sound of feet rushing toward you.

“I found it!” she gushed and held out a long, dark red wrap dress. “This has to be the one.”

You stared at it for a few moments, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks quickly. “Lily…” you started and took the dress in your hands, running them over the deep plunge of the v-shaped neckline.

“Don’t you ‘Lily’ me. Turn your butt around and try it on! You’ll look beautiful I promise,” she assured and you took in a deep breath.

“Yeah,” Alice added, “and I’m sure all of the boys will think so too!”

Rolling your eyes, you turned and walked back into the fitting room to try it on. You slipped into the dress and tied the wrap that cinched your waist perfectly. Running your hands down the sides of the dress you shifted and noticed the long slit that ran up the middle of the dress, exposing your legs if you were to move too much.

“Come out already!” you heard from the other side of the curtain and smiled at your reflection in the mirror. Pulling the curtain back, you smiled wider as you stepped out to show your four friends sitting on the other side.

“Wow…” Mary trailed off, staring at you with wide eyes and a matching grin. “You look…”

“—Absolutely brilliant.” Marlene approved, nodding her head. “Ladies, we’ve found the one.”

Smoothing out the soft material subconsciously, you couldn’t help but beam at the way you felt in the dress. Who knows, maybe you were going to have fun tomorrow.

After Gladrags Wizardwear, the girls decided that they needed to stock up on sweets for tomorrow. Mary claimed that “if she didn’t have anyone to buy them for her, she’d just have to get them herself,” and the way she put it, you really couldn’t fight that logic.

As the five of you were hurrying inside, trying to escape the cold as quickly as possible, you felt your shoulder knock into a hard, solid body heading in the opposite direction. You muttered a quick expletive before your apology was tumbling out of your mouth. “I’m so sorry sir, I wasn’t—” you looked up and felt the words die in the back of your throat as you came face to face with Remus.

“Hi,” he mumbled, looking down at the bright blue scarf that was wrapped around your neck. He realized with a small huff that it was Marlene’s from earlier that day and frowned under the security of his own burgundy one. You’d look much better in his scarf.

“Sorry,” you blurted again, as if stuck on repeat and you felt your heart shatter in the cold at the sound of his warm chuckle.

“It’s my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” His apology sounded awkward and you watched as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Things were so different now and you felt the familiar prick of tears behind your eyes.

Looking up at him, you thought back to how horribly your friendship was ruined and frowned. “No,” you started, and bit your slightly chapped lip in worry, “honestly, it—it’s fine.”

Before Remus had the thought to reply, you turned and hurried into the safety of a warm Honeydukes. He sighed and stared at the now shut door for a few moments before he heard the others calling out to him.

“Come on, Moony! What are you waiting for?” Peter called out and Remus turned, heading over to them.

“Honestly, mate, I think you’re developing a problem with sweets. We can’t seem to pull you away!” Sirius laughed, clapping him on the back in jest.

Remus chuckled along with them, however his mind was still caught on the bitter taste in his mouth now and the guilt settled deep in his chest.

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On the walk back to the castle, Remus watched as the many different couples walked hand in hand down towards Hogsmeade. They all seemed so happy and carefree, looking at one another as if they were the only people on earth. Usually Remus would find it ridiculous that people could be so wrapped up in themselves, yet as he continued to watch each and every couple he began to long to hold you in his arms.

He imagined the way that you would hold his hand, bundling into his side as you walked, trying to stay as warm as possible. Around your neck would be his scarf and a sweater of his would be engulfing your frame. He thought to the way your nose would turn pink from the cold, him kissing it lightly in order to try to warm it. He’d then watch the pink travel from your nose, across your cheeks, warming your face in an adorable blush. The two of you would laugh and enjoy the time in Hogsmeade, heading from Tomes and Scrolls to Honeydukes, maybe even taking you to Madam Pudifoot’s if you wanted. Even the horrid place of pinks and overwhelming perfumes didn’t seem all that bad when he thought of being there with you.

“Moonyyy, earth to Moonnyyy!” Sirius nudged his arm gently and Remus blinked out of his thoughts, looking to his friend.

“Sorry, what?”

Sirius simply smiled and looked over to see the couple who were now snogging on a bench before looking back to Remus. “Thinking of good ol’ Valentine’s Day there, Moony?”

Remus frowned and looked away quickly, fighting the blush that was covering his cheeks. “No, don’t be ridiculous.”

“It’s not too late to ask her out, you know.” Sirius’ grin grew, his eyes dancing with mischief.

“Don’t even think about it, Sirius. I told you I can’t be with her; I’m not going to put her in danger like that.” Remus’ frown deepened and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, making his way back towards the castle quickly.

“You can’t keep denying this Moony! It’s bound to happen sooner or later!!” Sirius called out to him. Remus simply shook his head and kept his eyes on the ground, heading back towards his room for a nap now the only thing on his mind.

Hours later, you were getting ready for the younger years’ Valentine’s Day dance along with Lily. The nerves in your stomach were growing quickly, and soon enough you were feeling like you were going to be sick.

“Come on, Y/N, we’re going to be late!!” Lily rushed, putting the last few pins in her hair.

Rolling your eyes, you slipped on your heels and stood, adjusting to the height difference for just a moment. “Alright, I’m ready; we can go.”

Smiling, the two of you looked at one another approvingly before heading down the stairs to the common room. Lily huffed softly as James’ jaw dropped in shock as he took in her pale blue, off the shoulder mid length dress. His eyes scanned up and down her body, eyes wide in awe.

“James, you’re going to catch flies,” you said with a chuckle, watching as his mouth snapped shut before gulping harshly.

“Ah, right sorry,” he mumbled, his cheeks turning a bright red. He cleared his throat and stood up straighter, shoving his hands in his pockets roughly. “You look beautiful Evans.”

You watched with amusement as Lily’s own cheeks colored prettily and she looked down slightly. You knew it was only a matter of time before she cracked and you were absolutely beaming as you saw it unfold in front of you.

“Thank you, James.”

James’ eyes widened slightly in response to hearing her call him by his first name and his face lit up in a large smile. “Of course. Ah—anytime.”

Stepping away for a moment, you walked over to Marlene who was watching the two of them with the same knowing smile as you had. “Looks like she’s finally let him in.”

Marlene laughed and nodded, turning and eyeing you appraisingly. “Not bad though, Y/N. You look pretty.”

You smiled hesitantly and shifted as she continued to stare. “You’re surprised. Thought I was more of a lost cause?”

“No, I just enjoy your taste is all. More modest than I’d choose but it looks good on you. Tasteful yet elegant.”

You rolled your eyes and thanked her before being dragged away by a now frantic Lily, insisting that you two were late. You walked down with Marlene and her, heading towards the Great Hall quickly. Once reaching the door, you caught sight of the group of chaperones and stopped, telling Lily to go ahead.

“I-I can’t do this Marlene,” you confessed, eyes darting from her to the door. “I can feign sick, let’s just head back up.”

Frowning, Marlene shook her head and crossed her arms over one another. “You volunteered to do this chaperoning when I told you it was stupid and a waste of a night. You helped put this whole thing together. You were the one who wanted to do this, now you are not getting out of it, Y/N.” Marlene’s eyes drifted to the doors where all the chaperones were standing. She noted the way that Remus was staring at the two of you and glared for a moment. “Look,” she started again, loud enough for her voice to carry slightly. “You look amazing and you are going to have a fun night tonight. I’m sure everyone else will think so too. Now, if you want my advice, I say that the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else.” She winked at you and smiled as your cheeks heated lightly.

“Marls! I’m not going to do that…”

Rolling her eyes, she nodded. “Fine, fine, but keep it in mind. Just don’t think about him and have a good time. Okay?”

You took in a deep breath before nodding, and giving her a tight hug. “Thank you.”

“Already added to your tab, my dear. Now get.” She pulled away and pushed you gently, watching as you walked over to the group. Your eyes honed in on Lily and you headed over, standing next to her.

“Alright, let’s go watch some kiddies dance uncomfortably!” you smiled and the group of chaperones went off to each of their stations.

Remus watched as you walked over to the refreshments table, eyes wide in awe. His eyes trailed up your long black chiffon dress towards the haltered top, his heart beating rapidly at the elegant way you walked. As you turned he noted the way your hair moved across your back before you pulled it to one side, exposing the deep plunge of the backless dress. His mouth ran dry, noting that there you were obviously not wearing a bra and quickly shook himself from his wayward thoughts.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Davey Gudgeon asked knowingly and Remus jumped in response.

“Ah—yeah,” he mumbled, clearly nervous at having been caught staring. His eyes drifted back over to you as you chatted with a seventh year chaperone and he smiled softly. “She’s gorgeous.”

“Smart and funny too,” Davey mentioned, arms crossed over one another. “So, are you seeing her?”

Remus whipped his head towards him, eyes narrowed slightly. “Why do you ask?”

He simply chuckled and shook his head before shrugging. “Because she still doesn’t have a date to the dance tomorrow and the two of you have been pining over one another for months.”

Remus frowned and shifted uncomfortably at the fact that Davey noticed the tension that had been building between them. “It’s complicated.”

“Can’t be that complicated. She’s perfect.” Remus noted the way that Davey was looking at you too and frowned further.

“Nah,” Remus answered, posture rigid and broad, “she isn’t; but that’s what makes her even better.”

Davey nodded and suddenly clapped Remus on the shoulder. “I’d ask her out soon, mate, if I were you. Because someone as brilliant as her isn’t going to wait around forever.”

Remus grunted in response and waited until Davey walked away to slump his shoulders in defeat. Davey was right, you shouldn’t have to wait for him because you shouldn’t be with him in the first place. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel the tightening around his heart at the thought of you with anyone else.

You spent most of the night simply chatting with the other chaperones, swaying to the music and watching the younger students dance and have fun. About half way through the dance Davey had walked up to you and the two of you ended up talking for hours.

“Dance with me,” he asked, his grin toothy and wide.

“Davey, I don’t dance.” You leaned back, further away from the dance floor.

“Come on,” he pleaded, taking your wrist gently in his hand and tugging. “It’ll be fun!”

“Listen, Davey, you’re really nice and everything—” you started, looking up into his hopeful eyes.

“This sounds an awful lot like a rejection, Y/N,” he mumbled, his smile knowing and sad.

You sighed and bit your lip gently. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he said, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t ask you to dance as anything more than a friend, Y/N. I know you like somebody else.”

Feeling your face flush and your heart constrict painfully in your chest, you managed a small smile. “I’d like that then.”

The two of you headed out to the dance floor, Davey guiding you through a slow dance. He was the perfect gentleman, keeping his hands where they should and after a while, you didn’t even notice the eyes that were planted on you by the other chaperones, namely Remus. You simply enjoyed the dance and let yourself have fun with a good friend.

In the middle of the second song the two of you were dancing to, you felt a small tap on the hand that was resting on your waist. The two of you furrowed your brows and turned to see a shorter second year boy, wearing a dark suit with a lilac tie, looking up at the two of you.

“Um,” he mumbled, cheeks noticeably rosy, even in the dim light of the dance floor. “Do you mind if I cut in?”

Davey laughed and looked to you, who smiled back at him. “Looks like I’m getting bounced.”

“I’m afraid so,” you said, and took the younger boy by the hand.

As the two of you began to dance, you smiled and looked down at him. “What’s your name?”

The young boy looked up at you and smiled, the blush never straying from his cheeks. “Gilderoy, Gilderoy Lockhart.”

“Well it was mighty brave of you to ask me to dance, Gilderoy. Are you a Gryffindor?”

Gilderoy’s blush darkened and he smiled bashfully. “Ah, no, I’m in Ravenclaw.”

Nodding, you smiled and twirled around with him. Little did you know that Remus’ eyes were on you the whole time, his heart warming as you danced with the younger boy. The way you smiled at him softly, hands resting on his shoulders that were just a few inches shorter than your own made his stomach do a little flip and his heart melt.

“Good to know I’m dancing with a smart man then. What year are you in?”

“Second.” There was no more than a moment’s pause before he blurted, “are you dating anybody?”

Throwing your head back, you couldn’t help but laugh heartily at his blatant question. “No, I’m not Gilderoy; but I think I may be a bit too old for you.”

“I just turned thirteen though!!” he protested, trying to stand a bit taller.

Smiling down at him, you continued to dance with him until the song ended. “Yes, but what about all of the pretty girls in your year? They’d be horribly jealous.”

Gilderory pouted slightly and looked down, stepping away. “Sorry I bothered you then.” You could see the defeat set deep in his shoulders and frowned.

“Hey,” you reached out and grabbed his wrist gently in your hand. He stopped and turned to you, looking up with glossy eyes. “It’s not because I don’t think you’re not good enough, Gilderoy. I think that you are very sweet and cute for asking for a dance.”

Gideroy’s eyes widened slightly and he blinked up at you. “Really?”

“Yes, really. You’ve actually made my night.” Slowly you reached down and gave him a gentle peck on his cheek before whispering in his ear, “thank you, Gilderoy.”

Pulling away you watched as a strong blush settled on his cheeks, travelling all the way up to his ears. “Anything for you, Y/N.”

As he walked away, you smiled and shook your head, turning back to Lily who began teasing you for the rest of the night about how irresistible you were. You simply laughed along with her, defending the poor boy and teasing her right back, saying that at least he had the bollocks to go after who he was pining after. A quick blush rose to her own cheeks, her mouth snapping shut in embarrassment.

“Come on, we have cleaning to do before we leave.”

Smiling, the two of you walked over to the table of the other chaperones who were magically cleaning up the mess in the hall. Bending down, you hiked up your dress enough to reach up the side of your leg and grab your wand, before standing up straight. Davey nudged you slightly with a raised brow and you rolled your eyes with a smirk.

“Had to keep it somewhere.” You watched his eyes travel back down towards your legs before snapping back up towards your face with a growing grin.

“I’m sure you did.” He smiled wide before his face quickly dropped and he rolled his eyes. “I’d ask just exactly how secure it was but your boyfriend might kill me.”

Furrowing your brows, you tilted your head in confusion. “Boyfriend?”

Davey simply nodded his head in the other direction and started cleaning up the Great Hall himself. Your eyes slowly followed his motion to find Remus staring at you with a heavy gaze. You felt your heart spike and quickly averted his gaze, returning to your cleaning swiftly. The sooner you finished, the sooner you could get out of there.

Once the Great Hall was put back in order for breakfast the next morning, the chaperones were dismissed to head back to their dormitories. You and Lily walked together out to the Grand Staircase, where you both headed up towards the seventh floor corridor.

“Y/N, Lily! Wait up!” you heard a voice from below and looked over the railing to see Remus quickly scaling the stairs two at a time in order to reach the two of you. Your heart grew heavy yet again and you turned to Lily.

“I’m knackered so tell him that I’ll just talk to him in the morning, okay? I’m headed off to bed,” you told Lily and turned, mumbling the password to the Fat Lady before walking through. You didn’t get ten steps up the girls’ staircase before you heard your name being called again, more pleading than before. Turning slowly, you walked back down the steps to the common room where Remus was jogging towards you, out of breath.

“Y/N,” he panted, taking a moment to collect himself before continuing. “I wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you crossed your arms over one another defensively. “And you didn’t have all night to talk to me?”

Remus winced slightly and looked down at his shoes, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet lightly. “I—uh, I guess I just wanted—”

Your hands balled into fists slowly, trying to quell the anger that suddenly accompanied the amount of hurt settled deep in your stomach. “You made what exactly you wanted and didn’t want very clear yesterday Remus.”

Remus’ eyebrows rose in astonishment as he felt shame strike deep in his own stomach. “Y/N, please, I—”

Biting your lip harshly, you willed yourself to look at him properly for the first time tonight. He looked truly handsome in the dress robes you knew he borrowed from James. They were obviously charmed to fit his taller, broader body and you closed your eyes for a brief moment to quell your now racing heart. “No, Remus,” you cut him off, “I’ve actually managed to have a lovely night tonight and I am asking you to not spoil any more than you already have. Please. Just leave me be.”

Remus searched your face, eyes pleading for your own to open so he could try to convey just how sorry he was. When you finally did open your eyes and look up at him, he felt his heart shatter at the unshed tears in your eyes.

“Goodnight, Remus,” you whispered and turned, heading up towards your room quickly.

Remus watched dumbly as you climbed the stairs, the pit of shame in his stomach sprouting into a much larger pain. He tried reminding himself that he did this to protect you from the monster inside him, to keep you safe, yet he couldn’t hear any of that over the realization that regardless of what he did he was still a monster; and he still broke your heart.

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You’re Gonna Live Forever In Me (Part 2/4)

Prequel to Richie’s Eulogy

Official Cast

Part 1

A/N: Okay so, in this fic, Richie Is of hispanic and latin descent, speaks spanish fluently, and his full name is Ricardo Alonzo “Richie” Tozier. Why? Because I think the cast needs more cultural diversity and because I wrote this shit so I can do whatever the fuck I want. Haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Oh and his parents names are Margarita “Maggie” Tozier and Rogelio Alonzo Tozier. OMG this is so extra hahaha.

Sorry if this is shit. I am aware the pacing is weird. I am an amateur writer, so like cut me some mf slack, bruh.

Summary: It’s senior year and Eddie has began to notice Richie exhibiting strange behavior. He is worried he might be hiding something, but doesn’t know how to confront Richie about it without setting him off and making matters worse.

September 1994

“EDDIE-BEAR!” Sonia Kaspbrak’s shrill whine pierced through the morning calm. “Can you come down here, please?” It was phrased as a question, but only masochist would take it as anything other than an order.

“Shiiit! What the fuck is she doing up so early?!” Eddie whispered-yelled as he shot up from comfort of his twin-sized bed and the warmth of Richie’s embrace.

“I don’t know, but can you fucking answer her before she decides to barge in here!?” Richie’s words were filled with panic, coordinating with the look he directed at his boyfriend.

“COMING, MA! BE RIGHT DOWN!” The two teenagers would much rather face Pennywise all over again, than endure the shit storm that would ensue if Eddie’s mother caught Richie in his room. Usually Richie would have snuck out through Eddie’s window before Sonia woke up, but she threw their morning routine completely out of whack. “There is no point in sneaking out now, she’ll definitely see you through the kitchen window. Just stay here, be as quiet as you can, and if you hear her coming up the stairs, hide in the closet! I’ll be right back. . . hopefully.”

Richie nodded in agreement as Eddie made his way out of the bedroom, still far too groggy to be dealing with shit. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Whatever, just hurry back!”

“Okay, I’ll try!” With that, Eddie closed the door behind him and made his way downstairs. His mind reverted to it’s pessimistic default, racing through the possible reasons why his mother would feel the need to speak to him. It was clear by her tone, this was not going to be a pleasant conversation. With each step he took, he braced himself mentally for what was surely bound to become a full blown argument. Once he finally arrived at the kitchen, where his mother stood leaning against the counter, her narrowed eyes and furrowed brow validated and exacerbated his fears. “Yes, Mommy?”

“Edward, would you care to explain what this is?” A bundle of papers were clenched in Sonia’s chubby claw, as she held it up beside her face. The second Eddie’s deep amber eyes glanced at them, he recognized them as his application for NYU. What perplexed him was how she managed to get ahold of it, being that it was hidden in his desk draw, just last night. Well, he wasn’t really perplexed, as it was pretty apparent that she had rummaged through his room and stumbled across it. He had always suspected she went through his things, but he always tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. Obviously, THAT was a mistake. Her betrayal upset him none the less, which at this point, was stupid since this was typical behavior for his invasive mother. “You already know what it is, Ma! Why would you go through my things?!”

“Don’t change the subject! I am your mother and this is MY house; if I feel like inspecting your room then I have every right to do so!” she argued, showing absolutely no remorse for her actions. If anything, she was proud. “What business do you have with this? We agreed you would attend a community college, so you could continue living home. A boy needs his mother, especially a boy as frail as you! New York is too far and too dangerous for such a delicate person, Eddie-Bear.”

“I didn’t agree to anything!” Eddie’s entire face lit up in neon frustration. “You basically commanded I apply at a community college, and you and I both know its just to keep me firmly under your thumb! I am not weak or fragile, like you’d like me to believe. I don’t want to settle for a community college! I want to live my own life! I need to be my own person, separate from you, Ma!” Eddie was certain that at this point Richie could hear their entire argument from Eddie’s room, but in his current emotional state, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the dynamics of his words.

“DO NOT speak to me in that tone! You and I are NOT equals and I wont stand for this type of insubordination! This type of behavior is clearly a result of you hanging around those delinquents you call friends. They are filling your head with all these crazy ideas! I KNEW this would happen if you kept associating yourself with those disgusting people, especially that filthy Tozier boy! He’s corrupting you!” Eddie flinched at the mentions of his boyfriend’s name. Sonia’s eyes began to well up with crocodile tears, as she geared up for her performance. “How could you even entertain the idea of leaving me, Eddie?! I have given you everything and this is how you repay me? How can you do this to me? I love you, Eddie-Bear, does that mean nothing to you?!”

Eddie knew every step and every lyric of this song and dance by heart. His mother had always been a conniving, manipulative woman; and in Eddie’s youth, he might have fallen for her tactics, but now he refused to be so easily controlled. He loved his mother and if her tears were genuine he could have reacted differently, but he was fed up and Sonia dragging Richie into this only fueled the fire within him. “Do you really believe I am so incapable of having my own thoughts and dreams? This has nothing to do with Richie or any of my friends! It ME! Its what I want; and it’s not fair for you to speak of them in that manner! I love you, Ma, but you need to let me be. Whether you like it or not, I am going to apply and potentially attend any university I please, I going to keep hanging out with my friends, and I am going to keep seeing Richie, MY BOYFRIEND! I love him, Ma! Nothing you say and no amount of fake tears is going to change that!”

“There you go using that word, again! ‘Love!’ Eddie, lets not get into this again. You don’t love him. You can’t. You’re just confused, is all.” Sonia was aware of her son’s sexuality and relationship, but refused to accept, or even acknowledge it. “Eddie-Bear! I love you. MY love for you is real, not like the perverted friendship between you and that disgusting faggot. We can get you the help you need, like we talked about; and maybe when you’re better you can meet a nice girl and forget all about him.”

Tears began to collect in Eddie’s waterline, threatening to run at any moment, but he willed them to stop. He REFUSED to give his mother the satisfaction of seeing him cry! He was just so exhausted. It was the same argument, again and again. The same shit being thrown at him! Why can’t she just love him as he is? Why does she have to be so cruel? He knew those questions were destined to remain unanswered. He needed to get away before his disappointment and heartache decided to rebel and stream down his crimson cheeks. “Mommy, I-I-I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired. I have to get ready for school. I love you and um. . . I-I-I hope you have a nice day at work.” Crestfallen, his voice came almost a whisper.

“Very well, but don’t think this is over! I am only letting this go because I’m running late for work, but you can expect to continue this conversation once I get home.” Eddie didn’t care anymore, he just wanted this to end. He just wanted to get back to Richie. “Yes, Mommy.”

Eddie turned to head upstairs, but before he could take his first step his mother decided to add insult to injury. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Eddie-Bear?” She leaned forward, expectantly. Reaching up on his tiptoes, Eddie placed the most abrupt kiss possible onto her cheek. Disgusted with his actions, he ran upstairs, allowing his tears to finally flood down his face, knowing he was safe and out of her sight.

He stormed into his room, slammed and locked the door, and silently waited until he heard the front door open and shut, a sonic indicator of his mother’s departure. Once he was certain she had left for work, he turned to face Richie, relieved it was finally safe for them to speak and move about his home freely. He expected to be immediately draped in Richie’s consoling embrace, but was surprised to find him sitting at the edge of his bed with an unreadable, stoic expression plastered on his face.

“I’m sorry you had to listen to that. My mom is just so infuriating!” Eddie mumbled in between sniffles, but got no response from his boyfriend. “Richie, are you okay?” Nothing. Worried, Eddie walked over and kneeled himself in front of Richie’s frozen physique. “Baby, whats wrong? Was it what my mom said?”

Richie’s gaze remained forward, oblivious to Eddie’s presence. His eyes seemed to be unfocused and glazed over, seeing right through his boyfriend. His rosebud lips were pursed into a thin line, while his face showed subtle but evident signs of tension. It was as though his body was there, but Richie was lost somewhere within it. He seemed trapped in some distant thought, disassociated and unaware of the real world, and not too dissimilar to how the losers had found Beverly in the sewers all those summers ago, only without the milky eyes. Not wanting to think about such a horrible memory any further, he shook off the thought and continued to try reaching Richie. “Rich, this isn’t funny! What’s wrong?! Why won’t you answer me!? Are you mad at me?” With each unanswered question, panic began to further burrow itself into Eddie’s thoughts. Why wasn’t Richie saying anything? What the fuck was going on? “Stop doing this, asshole! I am getting scared! Wake the fuck up!” Still no response, just the same blank expression taunting him. In an act of desperation, he latched on to Richie’s shoulders and proceeded to shake him. His eyes became iridescent as the sunbeams that leaked through the blinds illuminated the tears that formed around them. “Richie, I don’t know what do. I can’t-I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need! Just tell me what to do, baby! Let me in!!” Still, there was nothing. Eddie was bawling uncontrollably, imploring him to come back to him.

Taking inspiration from Ben and Bev, he gently, but firmly placed his hands on each side of Richie’s face and willed their lips to collide, hoping a kiss would have the same effect on him as it had on her. Upon impact, Eddie felt him gasp beneath his kiss. He pulled away, only to see Richie’s eyes had widened in shock, his shoulders had risen tensely, and his fist were balled up on his lap, clenching onto the plush fabric of his pajamas. They sat there, exchanging confused looks, each waiting for the other to break the tension.

“Eddie!” A wide, cheerful smile began to replace the bewildered shock that clothed his face, as he gleefully leaned forward to kiss Eddie once more. “Hey, Eddie Spaghetti! Um. . . We should get ready for school, yeah? If we don’t leave soon, we’re gonna be late and we both know how much you hate being tardy!” He shot up and walked over to the spare drawer Eddie kept for him and began to get dressed, leaving Eddie kneeling in a pool of disorientation. What the hell is going on?

“NO! I know what you’re doing! Don’t try to play it off like nothing happened! What the fuck was that!?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I guess I was just tired. It’s not like I got a lot of sleep last night with all the sexy-fun-time we had last night, not that I am complaining, baby boy.” Richie winked smugly, a blatant attempt to deescalate the situation.

“You-You were catatonic! I kept calling your name, but you wouldn’t answer me! I shook you! It was like you were somewhere else! Like Bev had been. . . “ Eddie lifted himself from the floor and sat himself on the edge of his bed, in the same spot Richie had been moments ago. His cheeks was tear stained and red as a tomato.

“Eds, seriously it was nothing. Lets not make a thing out of this and just get ready for school, yeah?” Richie was becoming noticeably agitated, wanting to drop the conversation.

“Richie, that was terrifying and you just want to let this go? Has this happened before? Did it have something to do with what my mom sai-”

“FUCK, EDS! CAN YOU FUCKING LET IT GO!? NOTHING IS WRONG! I AM FUCKING FINE! WHY DO YOU WANNA START SHIT OVER SOMETHING SO FUCKING STUPID?!” Richie’s enraged shouting startled Eddie, leaving him in dumbfounded silence. In that moment, he was especially relieved his mother wasn’t around, as she most certainly would have heard them at this point. He knew there was no point in pressing the topic any further; it would get them nowhere and only make matters worse. When Richie got like this, there was no reasoning with him.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Quietly he began to dress himself, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. He would never admit it out lout, but Richie’s actions had hurt him deeply. It wasn’t fair! After being put through something so traumatizing, how could Richie yelled at him like that just for showing concern? Whatever. It had been enough arguing for one morning, and Eddie just wanted silence for a while.

Guilt began to overwhelm Richie, realizing what he had done was inexcusable. He made his way over to his petite lover and wrapped his gangly arms around his shoulders, pulling him into his chest. “I’m-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. Just. . . please believe me when I tell you everything is fine, okay? I promise. You have nothing to worry about. I’m sorry. Are we okay?”

“Mmhmm. Yeah.” Eddie mumbled into Richie’s chest, before pulling away and offered him a weak smile as reassurance, still avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, of course. Everything’s cool.”

“Awesome! Lets get going, Spaghetti-Head!” A big toothy grin spread across Richie’s face as he took Eddie’s hand and pulled him into the bathroom. Side by side, they brushed their teeth and washed their faces, just as they did every morning. All the while, an uneasy, thick silence hovered around them, heavy with everything that had been left unsaid.

The rest of the morning, Eddie replayed everything in his head over and over, especially on the drive to school. He would steal glances at Richie as he drove and sang along to the radio at the top of his lungs. He was acting just as he did any other morning. Nothing was different. It was unsettling in it’s normalcy. He played it off so effortlessly and convincingly. It made Eddie wonder, what else could Richie potentially be hiding? It could be anything and he would never have a clue. It was a terrible thought to have and it made him feel guilty for even allowing it to cross his mind. He trusted Richie, he really did. This morning had just left Eddie confused.

Aware of Eddie’s pensive anxiety, Richie reached across the center console and took Eddie’s dainty hand in his calloused one, weaving their fingers together. With a gentle, warm smile, his eyes caressed his boyfriend’s soft, delicate face. “Hey. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Eddie reciprocated Richie’s smile and gave his hand a playful squeeze, signaling everything was truly alright. It wasn’t thought. Eddie knew better than to allow himself to believe so. Whatever it was that Richie was going through, it was clear this was just the beginning.

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