#tell me i'm wrong and i will spray you with water

[tired-bi-andreadytodie]

the ultimate wandavision Ralph Bohner theory:

ok guys, one other thing i realized last night while rewatching the halloween ep, is about the part when “uncle P” is playing with the twins and wanda and vision were having a “not fighting” with eachother.

and i’m gonna explain with various supporting shit why he is, indeed, pietro “peter” maximoff.

so sit tight.

going back to the reason they were fighting: Vision had pulled an off-script move. he was doing something wanda had no idea about, “he wasn’t supposed to” not be with them for the night.

i t  w a s  o f f -  s c r i p t. 

and many MANY people have pointed out how “uncle P” unlike anyone else, looked awkwardly at billy and into the camera, given how he shouldn’t have, considering the type of sitcom that episode was. 

but i haven’t seen anyone say whyyyy he stepped up to take the kids OFF-SCRIPT!! wanda didn’t want it. it wasn’t wanda’s story, and even after he came up and suggested it and vision agreed with him, wanda still didn’t want it. 

it wasn’t wanda’s decision or her story. it was off-script.

and that. wasn’t. fucking. all!

nobody, NOBODY in the town eveeerrrrr did anything unless it was what wanda wanted them to do, or asking for “direction” (like when herb, asked wanda if she wanted anything changed). EVER. (the only ones who did were, agatha, who is, well, agatha, vision, who is again, vision,the twins, that ONCE AGAIN, were the twins, monica, and dottie i guess, which were during the points of wanda being more vulnerable/caught off guard moments, and not just randomly and muuultiple times) and that was the whole fucking point. she was controlling them. 

BUT “UNCLE P” DROPPED THE “IT’S NOT LIKE YOUR DEAD HUSBAND CAN DIE TWICE” LINE!!!!!!!!

what the fuck. he wasn’t aaaaaaaaaaaaaat all supposed to say that. at all.

not a questioning and shocked shit like dottie, or an out-of-place question like monica, not being controlled and suddenly because of wanda being unstable coming to his senses for a moment, it was a witty and off-script comment, like he had been playing along for the whole episode. just playing along and being himself.

and that is fucking why wanda told the twins that “he’s not your uncle” and the whole “don’t believe anything that man says” thing. because it was a wtf thing to her as well. she couldn’t control him. and she felt like he was her brother. and that was an absolute off-script and wtf thing for the person that had been directing the perfect sitcom world of the century with nothing slipping her hand. she reorganized everything, everyday as she wanted, and then this happened. 

that’s why “don’t believe anything that man says ”. she is supposed  to be able to control anything that anyone says, right? UNLESS HE, TOO, ISN’T JUST A RANDOM PERSON, but is just as powerfull as agatha, vision, monica (after getting her powers) and the twins. 

this is it. i am never, ever, believing anything on him being “ralph BOHNER”, he is obviously peter and those liars can go fuck themselves.

[rinatic]

In love with my roommate | Johnny Suh

Pairing: roommate!johnny x fem!reader

Genre: best friends, roommates, friends to lovers, angst and fluff.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: shirtless johnny

A/n: first attempt so pls be nice to me lol, hope y'all enjoy this :)

I rolled over in my bed and looked at the time on my cell phone. It was 9:30 p.m. and my twenty-minute power nap had accidentally turned into a two-hour snooze. I glanced out the window to check the weather conditions. It was completely dark with a lot of wind.

Definitely not the best time to jog around, but it would have to do. I really needed to walk to clear my mind from one thing.

My crush likes someone else.

And what is worse is my crush is, unfortunately, my roommate.

I threw off my blankets and pushed myself out of bed. I gave one good yawn with a long stretch then plopped back on my bed. Remembering that he told me he's going on a date today and might bring that girl he keeps talking about to our shared apartment.

He did leave early, so i suppose they're on their way to here? If so, i have to hurry up, i need to get dressed and be outside in like minutes. If i don't get my lazy ass off my bed and start dressing soon, I'll get to see him here with her.

And I don't want to see her.

I can't allow myself to because I'll know she'll become the person i hate the most, knowing myself, I'll probably blame her for every little thing that goes wrong in my life from the very moment i see her.

And I don't want to do that.

But how will I avoid her when she'll be the girlfriend of my roommate?

A knock on the door startled me. "Are you there, y/n? Can i enter?"

It's him, of course it's him, who would it be except that stupid boy i like?

I found myself fixing my posture as well as my fixing my hair. I hate to admit it but it became a habit to check if i look present and neat in front of him. "Yeah, come in." The door swung open slowly, and there stood Johnny, wearing nothing more than a towel that he wrapped around his waist, showing off his perfectly chiseled body. The towel looked like it will fall any moment.

Little water drops fell from his hair strands to his neck to his chest. I couldn't help but admire how fucking hot he looks right now.

I hope he did not notice me practically drooling over him. "You've been in your bed all day?" Yeah, depressed because you don't acknowledge me nor my feelings towards you, I thought. "Yeah, but I'm going to hang out with a friend, I'm gonna get ready.."

"At this hour? You goin' to a bar or somethin'?" Ugh. That's what I dislike about him. He's so nosy. He's the type to want to know everything, so annoying. I watched him as he went to my closet. "Can't I leave this house without telling you where I'm going?"

"I tell you everything, we're best friends so we shouldn't hide something from each other." He threw a glance at me over the shoulder then took my perfume. He had the audacity to come to my closet and steal this specific perfume everytime he has an important event to attend. Or specifically when he has a date.

Yes, I've suffered for the past two years from watching him going on countless dates. Bringing his girlfriends here and even fucking them here in his room that is right next to mine, i had to listen to it all night while crying silently. He really made me master crying without making any sound, it did became a talent.

He started spraying it on his body, he sprays too much, literally drenches himself in perfumes and it did make me anxious. You wouldn't stand being close to him, you'll get dizzy.

But i don't mind.

"I'm sure your girl will get dizzy if you keep spraying all that." I said. "Nah, you know girls love men who smell good."

I sighed. "I know but that's way too much- wait, you're still using my perfume even after what happened?" His ex girlfriend who was practically living with us here last summer fought with him over this, she thought he was cheating and broke up with him. I don't really understand how he thinks that putting my perfume on will make him attractive.

"I love the smell, okay?"

"Ugh, put it back, i have no time to buy another these days."

"Shut up, you use my stuff too." He put it back and ran his fingers through his soft black hair. I brought my attention to his face again. "I only took a hoodie, it was an emergency and i gave it back."

"Steal anything you want, y/n, there's no other girl that will take my things." I smiled upon hearing his words. "Yet." My smile dropped. And i hoped he didn't notice the dimness on my face since i just remembered his date.

i got up and left my bed untidy, pushing the thought away to the back of my head. While passing by him I ignored how hot he was and kept my attention on my closet. Picked a basic shirt and pants. Grabbed my hair essentials as well since he doesn't look like he'll get out any time sooner. "That outfit isn't enough, it's so cold outside."

I stopped mid walking. "It's fine, i don't get cold easily." I said with bored eyes. He left the room and i put my things on my bed and closed the door. Is he mad or something or did he want to give me space to change in my own room?

I finished dressing up quickly and let my hair loose on my shoulders. I turned the handle of the door and went searching for the keys.

Did he leave already?

I let out a big sigh as i felt my eyes welling up with tears. Did he really leave that fast? Without even saying goodbye? Does he hate me? I don't really understand why i still have a crush on him at this point. It's useless, I'm wasting my emotions and time when i could be doing something better.

"So you didn't wear a jacket, here.."

Two hands put a jacket on my shoulders. I turned around and he started helping me wear it properly. "You always get so cold, i can't stand seeing you shaking." He zipped it and smiled at me. "You look cute in my jacket."

I pretended I'm fixing my 'makeup' while I'm actually wiping my eyes. "Thanks, wear a one too."

"If i wear a jacket, my date won't notice my sexy body!" He argued playfully, i smiled at his stupid reason. "You look good anyways, you don't have to show your body."

I blurted these words out and bit my lip bottom, damn, did i just let him know that i acknowledge how good he looks?

"Why don't you walk with me to the nearby restaurant?" He said, ignoring the statement i said and I'm glad he did so, he raised his eyebrows and placed a grin on his lips, he always does that face to make me say yes. "Alright." I said. I bet he noticed how uninterested i am, maybe that will make him leave me alone.

He grabbed the keys. "You've been my best friend for a long time, y/n, so i want you to see my date." Hm. That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want to have a breakdown when i meet her. I know how weak i am when it comes to handling my emotions. "You're good at reading people, that's why i need you with me, babe."

Did this man just call me babe?

I ignored that feeling in my stomach and nodded. "Let's go!" He blurted happily and skipped to the building's gate. I sighed as i watched him waiting for me to come with a smile.

I wish the reason behind that smile was me.

Skipping a few stairs, then, i walked next to him, i put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. He was weirdly quiet, usually johnny talks a lot. And he only stops if he's eating or thinking.

So i guess he's thinking of something.

"Why are you dressed so simple." I asked when i saw his outfit. Hw wore a pair of jeans and a sweater. "My date loves simple things, she isn't into fancy stuff." I hummed and brought my attention to the stores. I remember the last time we walked together here. It was last christmas i believe, we had this tradition of taking walks in December as a friendship thing because we met each other in December.

"We arrived." His voice brought me to reality. I looked at the restaurant. It was the restaurant we ate together a lot when we started attending college. Out of all restaurants in town, did he have really have to bring her here?

Why is he quiet? I waited for him to step inside but it looks like his legs got frozen. "Aren't you going to enter?" I asked. Waiting for a response. "she's not inside..."

Is she late to the date? Who's that stupid woman anyways to be late to a date with the johnny suh? If i were her i would've arrived thirty minutes earlier. I can't believe we're freezing in cold waiting for her to come. This alone says a lot about her. But it's good, maybe this will make him uninterested.

"...she's right next to me."

Huh? What did he say?

I looked to his other side. "Nah, she's not here, dumbo."

"If anyone is dumb then it's you, y/n." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Hey, from the moment we met till now i still manage to outsmart you in every situation."

"Yeah, it's obvious." He rolled his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"

"Yes, because the girl i like is you, y/n."

What?

Did i hear him right?

WAIT.

....

"Huh.. it doesn't make any sense, can you please speak more clearly?"

"I literally just admitted i like you.." he looked at me and stopped talking for seconds, analysing my expression. "Well. It's shocking.."

"It's not, how can someone not fall for you." He got that flirty romantic look in his eyes and i immediately looked away shyly. I can't believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. Does he really like me? And if he did, why did he tortured me all this time?

"Well, i like you too." I admitted. Still not believing the fact that we just confessed to each other, but wait, what if this is a prank?

"I know you like me." I immediately darted my attention to him. "Huh? How did you know?!" I asked in disbelief. "You were obvious, y/n, you can't really hide your emotions."

I bit my lip in embarrassment. "But I'm kinda sad you didn't notice my crush on you." He said, pretending to be sad by doing an awfully cringy aegyo expression. "Like, i literally use your perfume only! I buy you lots of things too! I even tried to get a reaction from you by bringing girls in our dorm, but still nothing. You frustrated me to be honest."

"You're frustrated? Frustration is a weak word to describe how i felt! I wanted to kill you!" He raised his eyebrows. A little too surprised at my choice of words. "Still, I'm not in the wrong." He crosses his arms. "The problem is, i was so obvious, it's not my problem you didn't know i like you."

"How am i supposed to know when you're flirting with literally everyone?" He laughed. And even though i felt annoyed every time i remember it, i couldn't help but smile upon seeing him laugh. "You sound so bothered, i promise you i won't flirt with everyone from now on."

Thinking of us dating, i was too deep in my own thoughts that i didn't realize his hands on my arms. He grabbed me by the jacket and slammed his lips on mine softly, he finally kissed me the kiss i daydreamed about. I wrapped my hands around his neck. Playing with his hair as we kiss.

"Johnny, i think people are staring." I pulled away and whispered into his lips. "Don't pay attention, we can do what we want.." he smiled at me softly "we will do what we want." He connected our lips again, this time, i kissed him with no care in the world.

"I love you, even though you're stupid as hell to the point of not getting my hints."

"Did you just call me stupid?!"

"Sorry!"

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 07 }

- sharing a bed together with the first years -

featuring: megumi fushiguro; yuji itadori; + nobara kugisaki x fem.reader

-separate imagines-

[ megumi fushiguro ]

gojo satoru was a bastard-

and he knew it.

ever since your nosy teacher found out about your crush on megumi fushiguro, you could have sworn gojo was doing all that he could to set you up on "romantic encounters" with your fellow classmate.

and it was driving you damn near up the wall.

megumi was so stoic and emotionless through it all that you were 100% certain he wasn't catching on. in fact, the only thing he commented on was how often you were paired together.

and today was no different.

your latest mission had taken you and megumi to the heart of shibuya, researching on some age old curse that was tormenting a certain area of the city.

after doing a quick reconnaissance mission, gojo had given you orders to return back to the destined hotel and to rest and wait for further instructions. he had promised you that the room would have two separate, queen-sized beds-

so imagine your horror upon seeing a single king sized bed settled in the middle of your hotel room.

the bastard had purposely lied to you, and you swore if you had to sleep at such a close proximity to megumi, then you were going to spontaneously combust.

in contrast to your panic, megumi was as calm and tranquil as an untouched pond, unfazed and disinterested as he dropped his duffel bag on the provided couch all while asking, "is there a spot you'd rather have? i'm cool with taking whatever side."

"u-uhm that's okay, fushiguro, i-i can just sleep on the couch or something."

the young man scowls at you, "are you kidding me? the couch barely has enough room, and it can't transform into a futon. it's more practical to just sleep on the bed."

well, when he put it that way, it was clear that megumi wouldn't relent and allow you to sleep away from him. you sigh and come to agree with him with a heavy heart.

staking your claim on the left side of the bed, you watch as megumi takes the right side. hoping to try and relax, you tell him that you were going to take a shower, grabbing your pajamas before immediately locking yourself into the bathroom.

the shower did little to calm your nerves. despite how much you turned the faucet to pelt you with the hottest droplets of water, you couldn't stop your heart from racing at the thought of sharing the same bed with him.

after spending thirty minutes in the shower, you let out a deep sigh and shut off the water. maybe if you get out now, you can pretend to sleep if he decides to take a shower himself.

with you now fully dressed, you continue to dry yourself as the leftover droplets were seen running down your neck. megumi looks over to say something to you, only to fall short. his eyes were uncharacteristically wide while his mouth kept opening and closing.

this behavior was odd, and you figured the shampoo the hotel provided smelled strange or something. yet when you took a sniff at your body, you could only detect the mild scent of lavenders.

before you could ask megumi what was wrong, he quickly excuses himself all while slamming the bathroom door. the annoyance was clear on his face, and you figured it truly was best for you to fall asleep as soon as possible to avoid further upsetting him.

you get under the covers, having every intention of letting sleep consume you-

but when you heard the shower turn on, all you could think about was how hot megumi must look naked beneath the shower's spray. you had seen his body a few times throughout the weeks you spent together at school, which was admittedly what had made you develop such an intense infatuation with him.

speaking of infatuation, you could already feel your heart beat even faster from within your chest. the feeling coupled along with the butterflies that took over your stomach made you feel so sick all of a sudden.

and there was no way you could do this.

just when you were about to get out of bed and demand to be in another room, megumi appears out of the bathroom. dressed only in a dark pair of sweatpants, you could see the way the water ran down his perfectly sculpted body, making you squeak as you buried your face within the blankets. you were too damn embarrassed to move, and with how good megumi looked, you had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

not questioning your weird behavior, you hear megumi walk across the room to shut off the lights. blanketed in complete darkness, you couldn't help but tremble, feeling the bed dip with megumi's added weight.

for several minutes, the only sounds that were heard were both of your breathings. you tried to keep your breathing as even as possible, yet it was almost impossible for you to do so. you were just so nervous.

megumi made you nervous.

and the fact that you liked him so much made it all the more difficult.

clenching your eyes shut, you willed yourself to not think about it.

don't think about how soft megumi's hair looked after a shower.

don't think about how he was laying next to you, half naked with only a pair of sweats hanging from his hips.

don't think about how good he smelled.

or how-

your thoughts were suddenly cut off when you finally fell asleep. admittedly, it was the type of restless slumber, where your limbs seemed to take on a mind of its own, moving all across the mattress all while seeking some form of warmth.

the temperature had suddenly dropped within the hotel room due to the automatic air conditioning. as the cold air blew into the room, you found yourself reaching out to megumi in your sleep. you didn't stop moving toward him until you were a tangle of limbs, with your face pressed against his shoulder and his chin resting on top of your head.

only when you felt the steady heartbeat against your skin did you open your eyes and let out a gasp.

your entire body was pressed against megumi's, with your chest against his chest as a wave of dizziness washes over you. your face felt hot, and when you tried to push him away, he ends up tightening his grip on you.

"don't move away from me." you shyly meet his gaze, only to find him blushing down at you. "it's cold in here, and you're warm."

gripping the back of your neck, he hides your face within his chest to prevent you from seeing his flustered expression.

"go to sleep."

hearing his heart begin to race, you couldn't help but smile, nuzzling yourself even closer to megumi as you felt yourself smiling against his skin.

maybe gojo wasn't such a bastard after all.

[ yuji itadori ]

"whoa, this is so cool! we get to share a room together!"

you barely had time to put your belongings down when yuji ran to you and wrapped his arms around you. his enthusiasm makes you giggle, and you swore that if he was a puppy, you'd see his tail wagging with excitement.

but there seemed to be a glaring issue that yuji was ignoring.

"uhm, you do realize there's only one bed, right?"

as if hearing your question for the first time, yuji looks behind him to see that you were indeed correct. settled in the corner of the room was a single queen-sized bed, but that didn't deter yuji in the slightest.

"that's okay, you can have the bed! i'll just spread some bedsheets on the floor, just throw me a pillow and-"

"absolutely not!" you refused to let yuji sleep on the floor. it was like making a cute puppy sleep all by himself in a cold and dark attic-

okay, maybe you were exaggerating just the tiniest bit, but just the thought of yuji being on the cold, hard floor was painful enough.

"yuji, we can share the bed! there's plenty of room for us! besides, it'll be like our own personal sleepover!"

you could see the way yuji's eyes lit up with happiness. "awesome, it's a deal!"

you were happy to say that there was no drama when it came to you and yuji preparing for bed. after taking a bath and getting comfortable in your respective sleeping clothes, you each fell into bed and began talking about all sorts of things.

you adored yuji so much; he was whom you considered to be your best friend and main confidant when you had issues in your life. as you listened to yuji and the way he whispers excitedly to you, you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

and you were so comfortable that you fell asleep instantly while laying beside your best friend.

your dreams were a bit muddled, yet you swore you felt someone gently touching at your face. they were whispering your name, and you shivered a bit with pleasure when you felt the back of their hand running down your skin.

but something about that touch felt too warm and too real to just be a dream. slowly, you open your eyes to see yuji still awake with the softest expression on his face.

his chocolate brown eyes were honed in on your features, appearing as though he were yearning for you. it was a face you had never seen him make before, and the fact that it was directed at you made you feel all sorts of emotions.

you end up surprising yuji when you place a hand over his, making him gasp when he nearly jumps out of bed. he lets out a shaky cry of your name, yet you did your best to remain calm.

"yuji, i've never felt you touch me so gently before." you shut your eyes and keep the palm of his hand against your cheek. "it's nice."

it was now yuji's turn to feel embarassed, turning a beet red as he shyly inches closer to you. "c-can i tell you a secret?"

"of course."

you open your eyes to see yuji swallow thickly before admitting, "i like you."

"i know." you tell him all while letting out a soft laugh. "i like you, too. and to prove it-"

wanting to see his reaction, you press a kiss against the tip of his nose, earning a surprised squeak from him as his whole face began to turn red in response to your little kiss.

who knew your boyfriend could be so adorable?

[ nobara kugisaki ]

"hey, what are you reading?"

nobara, being the clingy girl that she was, immediately wraps her arms around your shoulders. she affectionately nuzzles your cheek, trailing her eyes over the novel you were currently reading.

"ugh, how boring." she immediately takes the novel away from you, tossing it to the other side of the room as you scolded her. "n-nobara! what was that for?!"

"come on, we just landed a sweet hotel and all you wanna do is read? let's order room service and eat all the cakes we want in bed!"

"you can go ahead and do that. i would like to avoid having a stomachache, thank you very much!"

"suit yourself~" her voice trills as she picks up the phone to order her cakes while you went to pick up your book and continue to read where you left off.

when the cakes arrived, you found yourself not paying attention to nobara as you were sucked into the storyline of your book. the plot had you on the edge of your seat, and you found yourself wanting to know more with each new chapter.

you were halfway through your novel when you finally realized how late it was getting and how stiff your body felt from sitting in one position for too long. as you stretched out your legs, you felt the crumpling of cupcake wrappers beneath your feet and scowled.

"you made such a mess!" before you could scold nobara for not throwing away her trash, you felt the words become trapped in your throat the moment you saw her fast asleep while curled next to you in bed.

despite her rambunctious nature and extroverted personality, nobara was quite the beauty. you had always admired just how pretty she was, often comparing her to the sun with her ginger hair and bright eyes.

even now, with cake crumbs and half eaten cookies surrounding her, you found her to be achingly beautiful. as if caught in a spell, you feel yourself inching closer to her, taking in her peach tinted lips and the way her eyelashes brush against her skin. your hand reaches out to brush her hair back, only to have it caught within nobara's tight grip.

almost immediately, you were pushed back in bed with nobara smiling slyly. she hovers over you, all while cooing, "it's about time my precious girlfriend gave me some attention. i was truly about to give myself a tummy ache had you not stopped reading, cutie ♡ !"

"nobara, you absolute brat-"

you were cut off when she kisses you, allowing you to taste all the chocolates and frosting from her lips alone.

only nobara could give you the sweetest kisses, and you knew your anger and annoyance had quickly melted the moment her lips met with yours.

a.n. - this little imagine is part of my little gift for all you readers ♡ by some miracle, this blog reached 600 followers and i'm so happy! i had no idea this blog would blow up so much, since all i wanted to do was write down my daydreams and thirst posts and have them all neat and tidy on this one blog. i didn't think anyone would truly enjoy them, but i'm so damn happy that you all do ♡

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[luveline]

could you do a remus x reader blurb where he’s comforting the reading after they had a hard day?

your wish is my command ! thank you very much for requesting <3

He can hear you crying in the shower. He doesn't realise at first what's happening, only the sharp spray of water and the reverberating clicks of your shampoo bottle being opened and closed.

Remus frowns and startles away from his desk, knocking at the bathroom door, slightly frantic. He says your name without thinking, all filled up with panic, listens as your weeping suddenly stops. He knocks again.

"Sweetheart?"

"What?" you call, voice rough with emotion.

"Can I come in?"

A small silence where he considers opening the door anyways when you agree, so quietly he confuses it for the spray. "Yeah," you repeat.

He pushes open the door, finds you kneeling in the spray with suds in your hair and red-rimmed eyes. He sits by the side of the bathtub, gaze imploring, and offers his hand to you, palm up over your thigh. You accept and he watches with relief as the tension eases from your body.

The tears begin anew before he's spoken, quiet, slipping down your cheeks hot and fresh and cutting through the soap you've managed to get over one unhappy cheek.

"Hey," he chides gently, panicking and trying his very best not to show it.

"I'm sorry," you say, voice cracking, cleaving the word sorry into two heartbreaking syllables.

"For what, honey?" he asks, shower spray only somewhat managing to hide the desperate fondness in his words.

Your face changes at his pet name. You come into yourself, despondent stare clearing long enough to wipe your thumb over his knuckles familiarly.

"For crying?" he hedges, shuffling forward, the lip of the tub pressing cruelly into his armpit.

You shrug. Another fat tear arcs over your skin. He frowns, stands, gutted at your lost expression when he takes his hand back.

"Let me wash you off. Can I finish your hair?"

You nod. He tilts your head back with a finger under your chin, leaning down with the shower head in his hand. He washes the remaining soap from your hair, runs his hand through your hair and finds comfort in the peaceful expression that settles over your face.

He puts the showerhead in the bottom of the tub and turns it off, grabs a towel to wrap you in and helps you out of the bathroom. Though you hardly need it, he can't help but imagine your aching knees from being folded up at the bottom of the bath.

"Here, baby, you sit here," he says, pushing you back onto the linens.

"I'm wet," you croak.

"Never mind that," he says, brushing the back of his hand over your face and smiling like it's all one big joke, hoping to cheer you up and missing by a mile. You don't smile back and he gives it up, wrapping a second towel over your wet shoulders before sitting beside you.

He hopes his quiet will encourage you to share. You pinch loose threads between your fingers and chew your lip and he sees how this was a misguided thought, slipping his arm around your back to plant his hand on your thigh, pulling you close to his side. Your head falls instantly against his chest, and he realises you need comfort rather than space.

He dots a first kiss against your temple before leaning his cheek against your hair, not caring in the slightest about his getting wet.

"Tell me what's wrong?" he asks, pleads, begs.

You take a big trembling breath and thread your arms around his back and over his abdomen, squeezing him tightly enough to leave fingertip bruises. He hugs you back just as tightly.

"You've had a hard day, yeah?" he asks.

You nod, a little choked sob falling from your lips pressed against his ribs.

He moves his hand in a hopefully soothing motion up and down the length of your spine. "Don't, baby," he murmurs, hands moving to grasp your shoulder, your face tenderly as your body shudders from the force of your crying. "Please don't cry. You're breaking my heart."

You steal one of your hands back to wipe your face unkindly, seemingly frustrated with yourself. He catches the hand and squeezes your fingers with the barest pressure, pulling back so he can wipe your tears himself with a much more patient hand.

You move back in turn, lips pouting, eyes swimming and missing your usual warmth.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong? Please," he tacks on.

You frown and won't meet his eyes. "Only a hard day like you said," you admit finally, voice wobbling.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he says gently. "Cry if you want to, alright? I can see you holding your breath."

You let loose a breath reluctantly, the exhale coloured by a sound close to a whimper.

"Oh, my girl," he says, pulling you to his chest again. You're desperate for the embrace, pushing as tightly in his hold as you can, leg closest to him coming over his thighs. He slips a hand under both of your thighs and pulls you into his lap, content to hold you all night if it'll slow the tears.

He rubs the length of your upper arm with his hand, broad enough to encapsulate your chilly skin easily.

"Sorry, Remus," you say into his shirt.

"Don't be," he says firmly. "You realise, this moment, this is something I'm happy to do. Not-" he clarifies, "that I ever want my girl to be so hopelessly upset." He sways you a little from side to side in another hopeful ploy. "If you wanna lie there all night then that's what we'll do," he says, craning his neck to the side to peer at your face. "I only want you to be okay."

"I love you," you whisper, hands grasped loosely in the material of his shirt.

His hands pause. He smiles to himself softly, pushes little strands of hair down flat on your face with the pad of his marriage finger. "I love you," he says.

"Even on the hard days?" you ask, a terrible hopelessness in your voice. He hugs you like he's trying to squeeze it out of you.

"Especially on the hard days."

[monroeknoxwrites]

Very Important Conversations

"I'm telling you," Eddie yelled over the metal music blaring from the van's speakers, "It makes perfect sense—"

"Are you serious? Stop."

Water arched the van's roof and Eddie jumped to the side, it narrowly missing him.

"Hey!"

Steve shouted from the other side. "We are not having this argument again for like the fifth time today. Its— Its barely even an argument, I don't really care about star wars."

Eddie abandoned the spot he was scrubbing to hop on the van's hood, legs dangling excitedly.

"I get it. You're unconvinced. This 'nerd shit'"—he mimicked Steve's voice, gesturing his hands dismissively—"goes over your head."

Another spray of water headed in his direction but Eddie expertly dodged by sliding off the hood. He landed in a dramatic fashion on his ass, hand on his heart, mouth agape in betrayal.

Steve knew better. Brandishing the hose head, he warned him, "Watch it or you'll be washing the rest of this all by yourself."

Eddie raised his hands in surrender though the grin tugging at his lips said otherwise. For all of one minute, he behaved, grabbing a new sponge and liberally sudsing the spot beside Steve.

Steve sensed the incoming words before Eddie opened his mouth, like the feeling in the air before a thunderstorm.

"But I do think star wars is a dungeons and dragons campaign."

Groaning, Steve slumped on his forearm against the van, careful to keep his hair away from the soapy water.

"Why? Why do you insist on this, I'm losing it."

"You don't believe me!” Eddie cried, shoulder pressed on the van. He ignored the water soaking through his t-shirt and the dark look peeking at him over Steve’s arm. “Any way you look at it, its d&d in space! You've got a young warrior on a quest with a princess, a rogue, a beast. Magic powers and enchanted swords. An impenetrable fortress, secret parentage, past wars. Don't get me started on the creepy overpowered boss—"

Steve cut off his rambling. "No, wait, wait. Stars wars and dungeons and dragons — aren't they completely different things?"

Eddie paused, hands frozen mid-air in some elaborate gesture. "What?"

"Like, they're different forms of nerdy stuff," Steve clarified, confidence building. "There's space, aliens, and crazy technology then you have knights, dragons, and, and demogorgons. Totally different."

In a rare occurrence, he left Eddie utterly speechless. The smugness for this grand achievement was short lived at the look Eddie continued giving him. Mouth ajar and eyebrows disappearing under his bangs, Steve began to think he said something wrong.

Take that point off the scoreboard...

Shrugging it off, he focused on cleaning the van of soap. "Or whatever. You know I don't know about that stuff."

"Oh Stevie," Eddie particularly purred as he latched onto Steve's back, nuzzling him. "We'll make a proper nerd of you yet."

"Oh my god, shut up," Steve groaned, unable to suppress the undercurrent of laughter in his voice.

“With the power of love, I can rehabilitate this pretty boy jock—blubgh!”

It’s hard dodging a water hose point-blank to the face.

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[storiesundercandlelight]

So I'm super into the whole drugged with sex drug Silco theme fics have floating around this fandom!! Could we get one from you?! NSFW obviously if you can!!

Maybe a little rough? Reader maybe isn't sure how she feels about Silco being so rough and after avoids him a little? I just want angst but smutty Silco all in one!!

Lost Control

Silco X F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW +18, rought sex, intoxication, Silco takes it too far, reader is sore, bruising, pain after sex, Finn is the one doing the drugging because lets be real...he would totally do it.

You heard a commotion coming from Silco's office, his voice was raised and you're sure you heard a glass smash against something. You stood rigid outside with Sevika, both almost ready to smash the door down to make sure Silco was okay. But before you could the door opened, Finn walked out, quickly heading for the stairs, mumbling something under his breath about Silco being an old man. You hated that guy.

You and Sevika shot each other confused looks before you moved to look in on Silco. He was sat the his desk, one hand clutching the edge of the desk, the other supporting his head, fingers pushed into his hair.

"Silco?" He didn't look up at you, you could see his breathing was heavy his fingers gripping tighter. You turned to Sevika. "Watch over the place, I'll make sure he's okay" She nodded and closed the door behind her, you locked it quickly before going over to Silco.

"Hey" You spoke softly, reaching out for him, moving his hand away so that you could see his face fully, your eyes widened. His forehead was starting to glisten with sweat, he'd already loosened his tie almost completely, the top buttons of his shirt undone. "What happened?" Your voice was laced with panic as you started to realised something was wrong.

"He.." Silco cleared his throat. "He sprayed me" You felt a shiver run through you at the thought of Silco being poisoned, panic started seeping into you as you watched the man in front of you. Silco tried to push the fallen strands of his hair back but they just fell back down again.

"What can I do? Should I get the doctor? He'll know how to fix it"

"No" Silco leaned back in his chair, you'd never seen him so tense, like he was fighting an urge to constantly move. "I know what it is, I just need time to let it wear off"

"Let it wear off? What was it?" He didn't reply straight away, he was trying to control his breathing, his fingers moving up to loosen his collar even more. "Silco?" "You need to leave" Surprise hit you almost as hard as his words did.

"What?!" You heard him groan, your eyes scanning him looking for any signs of what could be making him uncomfortable. Your eyes moved to the table at the side of the room where Silco kept his drink, you rushed over, thanking all the gods that there was a full water jug there. In a normal moment you would have laughed knowing the water was only there for clients who wanted their whiskey weaker than Silco has it, but for now it was a saviour. You rushed back over with a full class, leaning over Silco as you made him take it.

"Drink" You were glad when he finally took it and downed the glass in one go. "I think I'll get the doctor anyway.."

Silco grabbed your arm before you could move away from him, you flinched at how hard his grip was around your wrist. "I said no" His voice was so deep, his eyes never meeting yours but you didn't fail to notice how they racked over your body. With his hand still gripping your wrist you moved closer to him, using your other hand to raise his face up what little he had to, to look at you. You felt almost ashamed of the fact that right now, with this wild look on his face, his hair messed up, shirt pulled apart he was so hot.

"You need to leave now" His voice was strained.

"Tell me why?"

"I can't... I can't control it, I don't want to hurt you" Confusion raced through you. Silco let out another groan and then stood up so quickly you would have fallen back if his hand wasn't still gripping onto you, he pulled you closer to him, you other hand against his chest trying to steady yourself as he moved closer, his face burying into you neck. You didn't move, but Silco nipping at your neck cause a shocked gasp to leave your lips. It was then you noticed the hardness pushing into you. Realisation dawned on you, you'd heard whispers of Finns new drug circling the lanes, a strong aphrodisiac that caused people to go mad with lust if they took enough.

You felt heat radiate up to you cheeks as you tried to move away from Silco. He didn't let you, his grip on your wrist and hip tightening to an almost painful grip. "Silco.." Your kept your voice low as you moved your hand up to his face, once again making him look at you. His eyes locked with yours and you had to stop yourself from smirking. He looked wrecked. And you knew it must be killing him to look this way.

"Let go" It took a moment but he took a breath and finally released your wrist. You looked him over once more before reaching out to his belt.

"No-"

"I can help so let me help"

"I won't be able to stop" You could see the flash of fear that cut across Silco's features, the look that he reserved solely for you.

"I'll be fine" You didn't give him a chance to argue, your fingers worked his pants open quickly, pushing them down just enough to let him out, your hand gripping around him. Silco hissed at the contact his hand gripping onto the edge of the desk again. You moved your hand away only to push on his shoulders guiding him back into his chair, Silco almost fell into it as he tried to get your attention back to where he needed it the most.

You didn't waste any time before moving your lips down to his member taking him into your mouth fully. The sound Silco made could have made you come undone if it was you who was receiving the attention. Desperate moans flipped from his lips as you moved you mouth up and down his length.

"Fuck.." Silco's voice made you glance up, his eyes were shut, his head leant back against the back of the chair, hands gripping onto the armrests so tightly his knuckles were white. You lifted your head from him, hand still stroking as you spoke.

"Do what you need to do" His eyes met yours briefly, worried clouded over him for a split second before something else settled over his face, like something inside of him snapped at my words. He grabbed the back of your head, pushing himself back into your mouth as his fingers tangle in your hair. Tears built up as his thrusts became merciless and erratic. His jaw was clenched, groans forming in the back of his throat as you took more and more of him into your mouth. You suddenly felt the heat of Silco's climax going down the back of your throat, an audible gasp leaving his lips as he found relief.

You sat back once his hands released their grip on your hair, wiping at your lip with you thumb taking a moment to clear your throat before looking up at Silco. Your eyebrow shot up, if he'd looked wrecked before you don't know how you'd describe him now, he must have put his hands through his hair a few more times because more strands were out of place or clinging to his forehead, his shirt pulled even further open. You felt your mouth water at the sight.

Gods you were wet. You couldn't help it, Silco was never that rough with you, for good reason you were sure, your throat was complaining a little, but....good gods that was hot. Silco didn't lose control often but when he did... you couldn't help clenching at the thought.

Silco's breathing was still heavy, like he couldn't catch his breath. You looked down and smirked. He was still hard. My turn, you thought. You stood up, taking each piece of your clothing off at a painfully slow pace, Silco watching every move you made.

He leant forward trying to grab for you but you leant back just out of reach and he growled in annoyance. "Patience"

"Fuck patience" He stood, grabbing you by your now naked hips and pulling you to the desk, your ass hitting the cold wood as he pushed you down onto the surface. Another growl left his lips when he saw how wet you were. "Glad to see your enjoying my current state"

You smirked at him. "Well...it's not the worst I have to admit" He didn't let you keep smirking for long, he pushed his length into you with no warning, the sting wiping the smirk off your face as you gasped. He didn't let you adjust, his hips moving at a crushing pace, your body moving roughly against the desk as he moved. His arms were either side of you holding himself above you, your hands flew up to grip them as you let him take you. You tried to keep your moaning at bay but the more Silco moved into you the more they kept coming. Your nails digging into his forearms, crescent moon shapes being left in Silco's skin.

Silco's moans caused you to open your eyes and look up at him. Gods save you. You reached up and pulled him down to you, your lips connecting in a rough, messy kiss. His tongue fighting yours, teeth nipping at your lips. He thrust deep, causing you to pull away from the kiss as a moan erupted from you, he didn't let up, pushing deep into that perfect spot that had your back arching, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your head started spinning.

You clenched harder and harder around Silco, your release building up inside of you. You could hear him muttering curses under his breath but you were too overwhelmed to make them out. His thrusts were becoming sloppy as he neared his second climax. You let your hands wander up to his hair tugging roughly, he retaliated by biting into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. The pain and pleasure from this was enough to send you over the edge. A broken scream ripping out of your throat as you came, Silco's moans lost against your skin as he followed, filling you with his release.

He stayed there for a moment and you were thankful. You weren't entirely sure you could hold yourself together without him there. You winced as Silco pulled out of you and he leant back up, pushing his hair from his face, little good it did though. You sat up on the desk, letting yourself relax a little, waiting for Silco to say something.

He didn't, you watched as he turned and leant his forehead against the window. One arm resting on the glass above his head, the other on the back of the chair. The cold glass felt so good against his burning skin, his breaths were deep still, he kept trying to count, he'd heard that was good way to calm yourself down but he grew more and more aware that it wasn't working for him. He couldn't control it, already he felt his body being taken over again, his hands clenching into fists as he felt waves of raging need burn through his body. Silco looked down.

"Fucking..." He sighed.

"What?" You watched as Silco turned to you, the problem now obvious to you.

"Get on the couch" His voice was rougher than ever now, his eyes laced with what looked like anger and something more wild. You stepped gingerly from the desk, legs wobbling as you made your way over the the couch, Silco following right behind you. You'd barely reached the couch before Silco's hands were on you again, pushing you down into the pillows front first, his hands digging into your hips, pulling them up to meet his as he pushed into you again. This time you cried out into the cushion, a shot of pain rushing through you as he stretched you our again.

His thrusts were different this time, like he was angry, chasing another release desperately. You kept your face hidden against the pillow to stifle your gasps and moans as he used your body. Everything felt so sensitive, you gasped when Silco reached under you to push his fingers against your clit, your body almost jerking away from how sensitive you felt, but his fingers were as relentless as his thrusts. You felt yourself becoming dizzy again as another knot formed. You couldn't believe Silco was reaching a third release but his thrusts and curses told you otherwise.

Your release had you crying a broken scream into the cushions of the couch, this one so intense you were sure you could have passed out, your body started to slump but Silco held you to him as his third release entered you, a rough moan leaving him as he almost fell onto you, his arm reaching out just in time to catch himself on the back of the couch. This time when he pulled out he did so slowly, your eyes screwing shut at the burning sensation between your legs.

Silco sat back, watching you as you moved onto your side, pulling a cushion to you as you lay there, eyes heavy with sleep. His eyes roamed over your body, a deep frown pulling his eyebrows down. Bruises formed over your hips where he had dug his fingers into you, his eyes didn't miss the bruise already formed on the wrist he had grabbed earlier, or the bite mark just visible on you neck in the position you were in.

The lust that had taken over his body was replaced with unfiltered rage, at himself and at Finn. His chest heaved as he lost more and more control over his emotions. He'd hurt you. He could see it not only in the marks scattered over your body but it the way you were laying, legs pressed together no doubt to try and alleviate some of the pain he'd caused.

You eyes had already drifted shut when Silco lifted you up carefully, your head falling against his chest as he walked you into your shared bedroom through a door hidden in the corner of his office, avoiding the hallway and prying eyes. He placed you gently on the bed, you eyes still closed as you let your body be taken over by exhaustion. Silco took a few moments, retrieving a warm cloth from the bathroom and gently cleaning away his mess from your legs as best he could with you asleep.

The action calmed him down a little, his rage being replaced with a kind of disappointment he hadn't felt in himself in a very long time. He wished he'd made you leave, wished he had of just told you to go instead of letting you help him. He wished to all the gods he'd never let Finn get the upper hand, Silco torn his eyes from you, no longer being able to look at your marked body.

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You woke up to sunlight filtering through the window, your eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light. You must have slept through the night.

You looked around the room, to the still made side of the bed beside you, your eyes landed on the robe Silco had gifted you, it was a dark red, just like the colour he wore. You reached for it now, wincing at the bruises and burn your body still felt. You stood, wrapping the tie and securing the robe around you as you stiffly made your way to Silco's office.

You opened the door but were faced with an empty desk, strange. He usually told you if he was leaving to go anywhere, but maybe he didn't want to wake you. You sat down in his chair slowly, already growing tired again as you pulled you legs up to your chest and gently used the desk to sway the chair back and forth.

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Voices outside the office door woke you up suddenly, you could hear Silco's voice but you couldn't make out what he was saying. The door opened and closed as Silco came into the office, shrugging off his coat and throwing it onto the couch, before he finally looked to you, a slight shock washing over his features as he realised you were there.

Then his eyes flicked away. You frowned as you watched Silco, of all people standing there not knowing what to do. It was so unusual to see Silco at a loss that you actually huffed out a laugh.

"Why aren't you looking at me?" He didn't answer, his eyes looking up but not at you, maybe to the window behind you, the desk, the couch, everywhere but you. "Silco. Look at me" Finally his eyes met yours. You lifted your hand towards him, silently asking him to come to you, he did but he stopped at the corner of the desk instead of coming to the chair. You frowned, a pout forming on your lips as you bent your fingers beckoning him closer.

Once he'd moved over to the chair you took his hand in yours. Your eyes now noticing the red marks covering his knuckles. Your eyes widened and you looked up at Silco, eyes stopping on the droplets of blood that had spattered against the side of his neck and barely visible on his collar.

"What happened!?" You jumped up forgetting yourself and your body screamed, still stiff, even more so from sleeping, but you didn't care, you gripped Silco's collar pulling it aside to try and find the source of the blood.

"It's not mine"

"Who's.." Your voice trailed off as you met his eyes, a tired eye stared back at you, you noticed his shoulders were slumped as he stood in front of you, a sadness radiating off of him that you'd only just picked up on. "Finn"

He nodded and looked to your neck, to the wrist that led to the hand still clutching his shirt. "I..." He took a deep breath before his eyes met yours again. "He made me hurt you, I couldn't... I gave him what he deserved... and then some more"

You scanned Silco's face before reaching up to place a small kiss on his scarred cheek. "You weren't yourself, and I offered"

"I let myself lose control, it went too far"

"It's fine Silco, I'll be fine" You kissed him again pulling him to you. You hugged him tightly, trying to make him see that you didn't hold his actions against him. You let Silco move you both on to his chair, you happily falling into his lap, his hands stroking along your leg.

"It won't happen again"

"I mean, maybe if you took a smaller dose" His hand stilled, his body tensed as he looked down at you.

"Excuse me?"

"I can't help it, you look hot when you're crazy and horny" You let a smirk grow on your face as Silco looked at you in what could only be described as horror. You giggled, playing with his tie innocently. "You're telling me you didn't tell Finn how many rounds you went last night? I bet he'd be jealous knowing an old man like you can keep it up for that long"

"Now you're just asking for it"

"Hmm...maybe in a day or two" Silco let himself laugh shaking his head in disbelief as he held you closer. At least you'd had some fun from his misfortune.

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

His Kryptonite

Peter Parker x Reader

Peter gets sprayed with bug spray. Spoiler alert, he doesn’t have a good reaction

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"Stop! Peter, stop!" you laugh and giggle as he pokes at you.

"What? What? What do you mean?" Peter laughs and lunges to wrap his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest as you both laugh.

"S-stop," you wheeze, "the food is ready. We have to go."

"Oh? You want food more than to hang with me?" he raises his eyebrow at you.

"Hm, you or food? I think I'll pick food!" you say and try to laugh and get out of his grip.

"Wow, ok. Food doesn't save the world, though," Peter jokes.

"Wanna bet?" you laugh.

Peter laughs and shakes his head, finally letting his arms go lax and let you go. "I don't know what's hurt worse, my feelings or my ego," Peter says in a fake hurt tone and sad look.

"Mhm, yeah, I'm sure you can talk to Tony about that ego thing. He probably has something to fix that," you snicker and head toward your bedroom door. Peter gasps and runs at you again, making you laugh and try to open the door to get away from him, only to get trapped between his arms and the hallway wall. "What, did I lie?"

"No... guess not," he smirks.

It's a moment of silence as you both look at each other, all while he has you pinned to the wall, and after a moment, you lean up and place a tender kiss on his lips. He melts into the kiss, leaning his body more on yours.

"Ahem." You pull away at the sound of someone clearing their throat. "There are kids here, ya know? Keep all the ick somewhere else," Darrell, your brother, says. "And the food's ready."

You laugh and roll your eyes, turning to walk toward the kitchen, Peter not far behind. You both walk into the kitchen, the smell of food hitting your nose and making your mouth water.

You and Peter walk toward the living room, wanting to sit on the couch and wait for your mom to give the ok that everyone can eat. "What are you doing?" you look confused at Dominic, Darrell's twin brother.

"There was a spider, and I don't know where it went," he says, spraying near the ceiling but also out into the air.

"Stop spraying that stuff everywhere. We're about to eat," you say.

"What? Scared of a little buy spray?" he mocks, turning the can toward you and spraying some at you.

It was only a little, but the bottle he's using sprays a large area, so it didn't only hit you, but it hit Peter also.

"Ugh. Really?" you scrunch your face and scoff, Peter starting to cough behind you. "Ma! Can you get your son and tell him to stop trying to kill us all with this bug spray!" you yell toward the kitchen.

"BOY! Stop using all my spray and sit down!" you hear her yell over the sound of Peter still coughing.

"I was just trying to get the spider!" he whines.

"Imma put a spider in your food if you don't sit yo butt down and put my can away!"

Dominic turns around and gives you a mean look before leaving the living room. It's now that you realize Peter is still coughing. You turn around, seeing him with his face buried in his arm as he wheezes. "Hey? You ok?' you ask, concern in your voice as you put your hand on Peter's arm.

He tries to stop coughing, but it turns into wheezes for air. "C-can'tbeathe! Can'tbreathe!" he says franticly, pointing to his throat and desperately trying to get air into his lungs.

Your eyes go wide, and you notice how pale he now looks. His eyes beat red, and tears started to run from them. "Peter? Hey, hey, Peter!" Peter falls to his knees, clawing at his throat and feeling it squeeze closed.

"Is everything ok? What's wrong? What happened?" your mom asks her, and Marcus, your other little brother, comes to find out what all the commotion is.

You thought for a moment, and it started to sink in. Peter got hit with the bug spray. Technically, he's part spider. He could be dying.

Peter starts feeling dizzy, and you get on your knees so you're level with him. "Pete, I- I don't know what to do..." you put your hands on his face. You thought hearing Peter gasp for help was bad, but then he goes completely silent, and your heart skips a beat. He stops making noise altogether, his eyes glazing over and his body feeling heavy. His weight leans into you, his head falling to your shoulder. You'd think he went unconscious, but there's still the tiny movement of his body trying every few seconds to inhale.

You scramble to get your phone, quickly finding Tony's contact. "Mr. Stark! Peter got hit with bug spray! I- I think he's dying."

Tony is quick to understand and told you to wait. He'd come as quick as possible with a solution. But who knew how long Peter had. Maybe his body could fight the spray, but maybe it can't. Maybe there's no way to save him at this point.

Within 10 minutes, there's a knock on the door. Tony. You let him in and ignore the looks of surprise and confusion you get from your family. "What's that?" you ask, watching him kneel down to your unconscious boyfriend laid on the floor and pull out a vile.

"A sedative," he says, lifting up one of Peter’s sleeves and sticking it to his arm.

"Wait- sedative?? Won't that stop his body from fighting the spray?!" you say, a little louder than you liked.

"You the scientist?" You can only blankly stare at him, closing your mouth from saying anything else. He sighs, "The sedative will settle his senses and powers, meaning he's more normal for the moment, and instead of attacking him, his body will react more normally. Meaning not at all."

Like on cue, Peter's eyes shot open, and he woke up with a sharp gasp of air. "What? What happened?" he pants, still trying to catch his breath. You sigh and get down next to him, pulling him into a hug.

"You're gonna need some rest, kid," Tony speaks up, pulling your attention to him. He nods, still not fully understanding why but agreeing. Tony stands, turning to your family -who's standing like deers in headlights- and smiles. "So, what are we having for dinner?"

"Darrell, come help me," you say, standing and trying to help Peter up.

He snaps out of his daze and walks over. You don't miss the hint of hesitation in his walk. He lets Peter put his arm around his shoulders, and both of you start walking him back toward your room. You make it to your room and help him on your bed, turning to Darrell, who's still just standing there, not really knowing what to do.

"Get out," you say with a fake smile and push him back through the door, closing it behind him. You let out a breath and turn back to Peter, climbing in bed with him and laying back. "How ya feeling?"

"Like I got sprayed with death," he mumbles, turning and climbing on top of you, getting under the blankets and laying between your legs, the back of his head laid on your stomach.

You bring your hand up and run it through his hair. "Yeah, guess the bug spray is a big no no," you say gently. He hums in response, closing his eyes and letting them rest.

You stay like that for about 3 minutes before your door slowly opens, the rest of your family, and Tony with a plate in his hand behind them, steps through. Your mom is the first to speak up. "You got a lot of explaining to do."

You internally cringe, knowing there's really no way out of this. You glance at Tony, who has a face full of food and is no help, but you feel one of Peter's hands on your leg, slowly stroking it gently like he's saying it's ok, that you can tell him.

You take in a slow breath. "Yeah. Guess now is as best of time to let you guys in on everything."

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[marvins-linguinie]

everytime steve is with his new girlfriend of the week, eddie's punching the air

robin, of course knows about this whole thing.

she fights the urge to tell steve though, sticking to her guns.

one girl lasts longer than a week though.

steve insists on having robin, nancy, and eddie over to meet her for dinner

they all agree, and arrive on time at steve's house.

veronica (the girlfriend), makes dinner for everyone, and sets the table

everyone sits down, and the awkward silence is filling up the room.

veronica: so.. you're nancy, and you're robin, right?

robin and nancy both nod.

veronica: hey, i remember you from high school! edward munson!

steve & eddie at the same time: eddie.

veronica: oh, im sorry

nancy: how'd you two meet?

eddie: im sorry. i have to go.

steve: what? no! eddie come on, man.

eddie: i can't do this

steve: do what?

eddie: I CAN'T KEEP PRETENDING THAT I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU, STEVE! I CAN'T!

robin chokes on her drink, spraying water all over veronica

veronica: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

eddie: that's what i thought. so, im gonna leave, and no one is gonna stop me

steve: veronica you need to leave.

veronica: what? why?

steve: because, you just yelled at my best friend, and i don't think you want to see what im about to do. we're done.

veronica, walking out of the door: good. i didn't even like you anyway.

eddie, who is shocked: ..what?

steve pulls eddie into the longest kiss in history.

robin, -still recovering from the water incident- has her jaw dropped to the floor.

nancy is gasping, trying to comprehend what just happened.

steve pulls away, and looks back at the girls.

steve: if you two say anything about what happened tonight, i will murder you.

eddie:

robin:

nancy:

steve: good. anyways, does anyone wanna order pizza?

[ira-hydrangea]

Hello! Can i have a headcanons for Yandere! Idia, Malleus, Riddle and Leona with a Soft, Gentle and Kind Female! s/o?

Here is your order. I presume their s/o didn't know about their yandere part or just brush it off as normal things in relationships. And the characters will have a soft yandere side, okay? Not a hardcore Yandere.

Warning: Manipulation, Killing?, Dark theme, Yandere.

Yandere Riddle, Leona, Idia, Malleus with Soft, Gentle and Kind Female! Y/n

Riddle Rosehearts.

Riddle knows it a miracle that Y/n accepted his confession. So he make sure to never make Y/n regret having him as boyfriend.

And what a better way than to give some warning to people that have an interest to his Y/n.

"D-Dorm Leader Riddle? Is something wrong?" A poor student shake under Riddle glare.

"Did you know your mistake?"

"N-no dorm leader!"

"How dare you try to take my S/o attention while I still in their side! IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD! I make sure you never use your magic ever again! Let's see how useless you become."

Poor students need to face this unjustice. Few of them try to make Y/n convince Riddle to take off the collars. And that is such a bad mistake.

"Riddle? Are you busy?" Y/n voice cone through his office. Riddle stop writing in his papers and look up to his precious rose.

"No, I'm not. Do you need something, Rose?"

"There a few students that come to me and complain that you put a collar on them without any significant reason. Is that true?" Y/n ask without noticing Riddle face that slowly turn dark but it soon become normal.

"I'm hurt my rose. You know how many people that hold grudge against me. I assure you, I will never collar them without reason. Are you saying you believe them more than me?" Riddle say that with such a sad face and pout. Y/n heart melt.

After that, the students that complain never seen again in school. Rumors said they move schools and many nasty rumors.

"Hmph! How dare they complain about you when all they do is make trouble?! I can't believe I almost fell for that!" Y/n pout angrily thinking about that. Riddle smile softly at this.

"Don't worry my rose. As long as you have me by your side. Nobody will try that again. I make sure of it."

Leona Kingscholar

Ruthless prince and kind princess. Their relationship is like those story of Beauty and the Beast.

Leona know this and he has nothing against his s/o that like to help people, soft towards animal and have gentle personality.

The problem is? There so many bug that try to get into his flower. That's why he played it's smart.

"Leona? Oh my! What happen to your face, my prince?" Y/n come running to him after they been told by Ruggie that Leona got hurt.

"Tch. Nothing new, herbivore. No need to concern yourself." Leona play it cool.

"Tell me who did this to you! I'm going to smack him!"

One thing Leona love about Y/n is her protective instinct. Just like a female lion.

Leona maybe let it slip the name of that few people and Y/n will go hunting (I just imagine Y/n armed with some broom and water spray 😂)

"You sure are cruel, Leona-san" Ruggie comment while watching Y/n chase around a few students.

"Hmph! Serves them right. That herbivore is the type that holding a grudge. I want to see how that boy confess to someone that hate him." Leona watch with a strange glint.

Leona still make sure his herbivore safe. If that boy attack back, Leona will leap from second floor and beat that boy. Nothing to worry.

Idia Shroud

Even before he confess his feelings, he already insecure about himself. So when he braven himself to confess, Ortho immediately cheer.

Ortho will stand not far from Idia with fire extinguisher. He prepared it just in case Idia burst into flame or if someone try to get in the way (He just throw the fire extinguisher to that person head). No one will stop his brother.

Y/n sweet as ever accepted Idia confession. Idia just drop dead in the floor still didn't believe he did it.

But after that, his paranoid just get worse. If he see from CCTV, Y/n talk to someone else for more than 15 minutes (except for the first year gang), he will sabotage it.

With what? There many way to do it for example start a fire alarm or fake announcement or fake emergency call. If not, he just send Ortho.

Idia is not someone that will face people just to stage his claim. So he settle with much more peaceful way. Make Y/n spend time in his room.

"Y-Y/n! Did you want to spend time together! I even prepared some pomegranate cookies."

"Sure ( ╹▽╹ )"

If there some boy that try to get in his way or try to confess to his S/o, then Idia will choose force. Either Idia make that rival socially dead or disappear from society. (He has connection (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

Malleus Draconia.

Dragon is possessive. End of the story.

Even before they start an official relationship, Malleus will be obsessed with Y/n since day one and that also effected the others Diasomnia members (mainly Lilia, Silver, and Sebek)

After they become couple. The one that become a threat is not Diasomnia but other dorm. That why Malleus will send either Lilia, Silver or Sebek to accompany Y/n.

Let's be real here, who can compete with Malleus? He is a crown prince, a dragon fae, strong magician, and knowledgeable. But for the purpose of this story, there one guys that come to steal his s/o.

What did he do? A simple warning is enough.

"W-where am I?"

"Diasomnia basement. Fufu~ Scared?" Lilia taunting voice can be heard.

"How dare you kidnap me?! Release me this instance!"

"Oh? I would do that. After our business is done..."

Y/n will be wondering where her new friend is when he didn't come to one of their usual meet up. But she soon forget about it, when Sebek come fetch them up and told them that Malleus is waiting for them.

Even if Malleus didn't handle this matter personally, the Diasomnia member will. If someone try to confess to Y/n. The closest Diasomnia member will send curses to that student and make them do something embarrassing or pervert in front of Y/n.

Seriously, they can't handle another flood in the dorm that resulted from Malleus angry mood.

[moa-broke-me]

The Diary of Niccolo diAngelo: A mortal AU

Dear diary:

When most dads... Most good dads, anyway... Hear their kids crying themselves to sleep, they get out of bed and ask them what's wrong and then they snuggle for a while while they tell them everything making them cry.

My dad isn't most dads.

He's a ghost dad.

I call him that because I don't see him for very long, I hear his voice less often than that, I don't feel him touch me at all.

But I know he's there because I see what he does.

He buys me things, not to spoil me or force my love, but to help. Like sleeping pills, and those special disposable toothbrushes with the ball of toothpaste inside to make brushing my teeth easier, and spray-on shampoo for when I'm too tired to shower.

Like a weighted blanket, and a stuffed animal so big that it almost feels like a person when I hug it.

Like Mythomagic card packs and figurines. That's my favorite thing he buys, because Mythomagic is the thing that makes me happiest.

And being happy at all is harder for me to do than other kids. The doc calls it 'clinical depression', and he says there's pills for it, but it's not bad enough that I need them yet.

I'm learning about 'the great depression' in school, but it's not the same kind as the one I have. Though I think they call it that because everyone was so sad back then, because they lost their jobs and their houses and had to do terrible things for money. Things I shouldn't know about yet, but I do.

He doesn't just buy me stuff, though, he does stuff for me too. He replaces my tissue box and my stash of snacks and water bottles for those days when I'm too tired and sad to leave my bed. He'll pick up my room when I don't have the energy.

He tells me he loves me in so many ways.

But he never, ever says the words 'I love you'.

I know I shouldn't complain. He treats Hazel the same way, and she doesn't. But her mom was mean. And she might be complaining in her head, like me.

Well I guess it's not just in my head anymore. If anyone reads this years into the future, please don't judge me.

Signed,

Niccolo

[flbrokensoldier]

Hii this is a request by @ravenrune!

I hope you like it!

Carlos x Reader Oneshot

Bad Injury, Even Worse Day.

(She/her pronouns <3)

It had been just a normal day of going shopping. (Your name) had got some groceries and some decorations for the upcoming holiday. (Your favorite holiday) was only a few weeks away and everyone was decorating for the most part so while getting the groceries she though, why not! Get some anyways since her and Carlos just now recently moved in together as a couple and barely had any decorations as is.

However with every holiday comes seasonal depression. That was all normal and couldn't be helped but, it seemed to especially be kicking (your name) into the sand. It was a stressful time with trying to adjust from the move, even if she loved him it was still an adjustment. However she and him had each other and that's all the both of them really needed.

When she got home she hauled in all the groceries first and put away what needed to be put away. Frozen stuff first, always. Once she had done that, she had went and got the decorations and hauled them inside as well. However towards the last two bags, a metal rod from a lawn decoration was sticking out and she wasn't paying attention when she picked the bag up. This had resulted in a cut, not a deep one but it still bled and hurt like hell. She swore loudly and dropped the bag quickly. Fanning her hand for a moment before bringing it close to her to inspect. She stared at the wound and her eyes slowly filled with tears.

Great. Just what she needed. It's been a rough few weeks as is, then with the upcoming holiday, now this little hiccup? Who knew it was enough to make her snap.

She stood there tears building up in her eyes as she picked up the bags and went inside. Using her free hand, not even daring to use her wounded hand. Once she was inside, she had grabbed a first aid kit that was under the sink, since she didn't feel like going upstairs to get what she needed from the bathroom, and set it on the counter. She grabbed out a gauze pad, some colorful cohesive bandage wrap, and a small bottle of disinfectant spray.

When she wasn't paying attention, a soft yet large pair of hands rested on her hips. She didn't jump though, she just looked behind her with her eyes still teary. Carlos stood there with a now confused expression, he moved his hands from her hips and he carefully turned her around, cupping her face. The heat from his hands was comforting but it just made the tears fall as she closed her eyes.

"Querida, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked softly.

She stayed silent for a moment before showing him her hand. He took it nicely with both his hands and he sighed. He grabbed a nearby wash cloth and got it damp with warm water before gently wiping away the extra blood. One hand held the cloth and the other supported her hand, making sure he was being gentle but also sure the wound was mostly wiped up.

"I'm not sure how this happened but do you want to tell me?" He asked softly as he put the cloth down and grabbed the disinfectant spray, now fanning her hand, waiting for it to dry.

"Just.. Some decoration I bought cut me." She said as she sniffled slightly.

"You could have called for me and I would have helped you carry the stuff inside." He suggested but didn't push since he could tell she was already in a bad mood and didn't want to make it worse.

"Yeah I know.. It's just.." She fell silent again and more tears fell down her face.

"Just?" He asked as he sprayed the disinfectant on her hand.

She flinched from the sting of the spray but so in took a deep breath. "It's just a rough season. The seasonal depression, the move has been a bit stressful, and then this? It was just enough to make me so upset and now look at me. I'm crying over a pathetic wound that isn't anything like what others have experienced, even you." She said as she broke down.

He listened and he made a worried expression. "I'm sorry querida." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He reached around and grabbed the gauze pad and cohesive bandage wrap. He opened the gauze pad and rested it on her palm before using the bandage wrap and used it to secure the pad to her hand.

"However, sounds aren't a race or meant to be compared." He said as he grabbed her other hand and held it tightly. His hand thwas was holding her wounded one wasn't tightly gripping her hand at all. It was a soft hold but supportive one. The warmth if his hands was so comforting all on it's own, however, she still couldn't stop crying.

He held her hands as he leaned forward. "I promise you, no matter what, we will get through this. One day at a time." He said softly as he rested his forehead on hers. "And just know, I love you no matter what." He whispered as he brought her good hand to his chest and kept it by his heart. "Understand?"

"Understand.." She sniffled, now calming down. She knew he wasn't one hundred percent when it came to comforting half the time, but this made her feel calm and safe so of course now, she felt calmer. Around him she always felt safe and calm, he felt the same about her which she thought was odd because she didn't think she did much for him. Yet he kept telling her, she does more than she knows.

"Alright.. Now, how's about we get some ice cream and watch (your favorite show.)?" He pulled his head away from hers to look into her eyes.

"I'd like that." She smiled softly and nodded.

"Alright."

He grabbed some ice cream out of the fridge not far from them, letting go of her wounded hand and grabbed some spoons with the same hand, carrying it all over to the couch while still holding her free hand. He sat down with her, setting the ice cream down on the coffee table with a soft smile. He grabbed the remote before opening up a streaming service, putting on the show, and soon handed the remote to her. He still held her hand the entire time.

"Volume and pause button is yours to control." He said softly.

She smiled and she gripped his hand slightly before leaning on his shoulder. "Okay."

With that, the marathon had begun.

[cherrycola27]

Styx and Stones

Part 8:

"And even though I'm unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you and will continue to love you forever." -Hedda Hare

Rooster sighed as his early morning alarm went of. Delilah snuggled closer to him... well as close as her nine month pregnant belly would allow her to get. Rooster skimmed his hand over her bump and hummed contently to himself. Delilah is due in two weeks with their son or daughter. They decided to keep the gender a surprise but made sure to have a name picked out for both.

Delilah let out a groan as she sat up. "What's wrong baby?" Rooster asked settling his had on her lower back.

"You child is playing soccer with my spine." She huffed out. Rooster began to massage her lower back for her. "Oh that feels so much better... thank you honey." Delilah sighed and kissed him.

She pushed herself off of the bed and stretched her arms above her head. Rooster stayed on the mattress a few more minutes admiring the sight of hus pregnant wife.

Delilah was one of those woman who was made to be pregnant. She had done nothing but glow throw the entire thing and took everything with stride. She never once complained about her morning sickness or how parts of her body began to swell. Rooster supported her through the whole thing from rubbing her tired feet and ankles to midnight craving runs. This pregnancy had been surprisingly easy on them... which scared Delilah to death.

But Rooster always reassured her that everything was fine. The more her belly grew, the more he worshiped her in all aspects of their relationship, especially in the bedroom.

Something about her carrying his child made the man insatiable. He would frequently praise her for it while he was buried deep inside of her.

"Maybe you should take a picture it will last longer." Delilah teased snapping him back to reality.

Bradley laughed and grabbed his phone and did just that. He looked at the image and it was perfect. She stood there in an oversize shirt and a messy bun, the sun just peaking through the curtains and her hand resting on her bump.

"Oh this might be my favorite one yet!" Rooster smiled as he showed it to her. Delilah snorted out a laugh and went to turn the shower on. "Are you going to join me or do I need to call Maverick and tell him the reason you are late for training is because you can't stop oogeling his niece whom you knocked up?" She joked before heading back into the bathroom.

Rooster shook his head and joined her in the bathroom. Delilah was already under the hot spray of water when Braldey slid open the shower door. He came up behind her and cupped her stomach in his hands and gently lifted it up.

"Oh that is nice." Delilah moaned out sinking back against him.

"Won't be much longer until the little guy or girl is here and I won't get to do this until the next one." Rooster whispered in her ear. "Next one?" She questioned him.

"Baby, you know how fucking sexy I think you are like this. So swollen and round and full of me. You really think I can only experience this one time?" He asks as his voice drops an octave.

"Well can we at least get this first one out before we work on number two?" Styx shoots back.

"Sure thing baby. Now let me take care of you."

Before she can ask what that means, Rooster is sitting down on the wide shower seat and pulling Delilah into his lap. He hard cock easily slips between her folds. Being this pregnant makes it hard for Delilah to do anything other than cling other her husband while he moves inside her.

Minutes later the shower is filled with the cries of their collective high. The pair finally emerged as the water begins to cool.

Rooster gets ready for his day in the sky while Styx opts for something she deems cute yet comfortable.

"Don't fly too hard baby... remember I'm bringing you lunch today on base around 12:30." She reminds her husband before a pain twinges through her stomach.

"Honey are you okay?" Bradley asks rushing to her side. "Yeah, the baby is just kicking pretty hard today is all." She waves him off.

"Are you sure it wasn't a contraction? I can call in today..." Rooster is filled with concern.

"I'm not due for another two weeks Bradley, everything is fine." She reassured him before sending him out the door.

A few hours later Delilah made her way onto the Naval base. She waddled down the hall towards the briefing room, ignoring the cramps she had felt all morning.

When she walked in Hangman, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, and Maverick where all there observing and listening to the training exercise. Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob were giving the new class of pilots hell in the sky.

"Hey there is our favorite baby mama!" Coyote exclaimed getting up to hug her.

"Kid still sitting snug on their perch just like their dad I see" Hangman joked while helping Styx into a chair next to her Uncle.

"Hey there sweetie." Maverick greeted her and kissed her temple. "Care to listen in and provide some feedback?" He asked handing her a headset. Styx quickly took it and put it on. While she couldn't be in a plane she was eager to help.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the is Lieutenant Comander Styx Bradshaw speaking and I can see that my husband and his partner are putting you through it right now." Styx said into the mic.

"Honey? You're hear early." Rooster called back smiling.

"Got bored and wanted to see how training was going. Have you made anyone puke yet?" She asks him

"No but I have!" Phoenix joins in.

"Miss um Styx ma'am..." one of the new pilots asks her "Yes....Stormy..." She starts as Mav informs her of the pilots call sign.

"Is it true you have 8 confirmed kills? Rooster talks about how amazing his wife is all the time and how it's a shame we couldn't fly with you because of your um... condition." The pilot says trying to be polite.

"Yes sir, 8 confirmed, but don't let him fool you... Rooster is an Ace himself!"

Just then a loud explosion is heard.

"What the fuck was that?" Styx asks

"Rooster is on fire!" Phoenix yells

Delilah and everyone hear him trying to put out the fire, but it's too late. The sound of Maverick yelling at him to eject filled her ears.

"Rooster! Rooster! Bradley come in! Rooster!" Delilah wails as the coms go dead. Everyone in the room is looking at each other not sure what to do. Delilah let's out another loud scream and almost collapses on the floor. Hangman and Coyote rush over to catch her.

"Del, everything is going to be okay. They saw a parachute its going to be fine." Jake tells her helping her back to a standing position. She looks down and clutches her stomach, her worst fear confirmed.

"I'm not so sure about that" Delilah pants out. "Why not?" Coyote asks her while he and Jake are still holding on to her.

"I think my water just broke" She tells them with wide eyes as another contration rips through her body.

"Fuck" Jake mumbles under his breath as Deliah grips her stomach.

"Everyone, get your asses in gear now and get Lieutenant Comander Bradshaw back here right the FUCK now! His wife is in labor and I will be damned if he misses that!" Jake screams at everyone in the room. People began to move like their asses are on fire at his words.

Maverick jumps up from his seat with panic all over his face. He heads for the door ready to go hop in his own F-18 to join the calvary out looking for Rooster but Delilah stops him before he can leave "Uncle Pete, please don't leave, I need you..." while reaching out for his hand.

Pete grabs her hand and helps her into a chair. "Fuck, it hurts Mav." She grits through her teeth. "I know honey, let's get you down to the infirmary." Maverick tells her. "Payback, Fanboy, help me get her to the infirmary." Maverick commands the two men who are still in the room.

The duo come up on either side of Delilah as she flings an arm over each of their shoulders and help her up.

"Think you can walk Styx?" Fanboy asks her. "Yeah I think I ca....no... no... no I can't" She breaths out as the pain hits again. Not wasting anytime Payback scoops her up bridal style and beings to carry her while Fanboy races ahead to let the doctors know she is coming in. Maverick has to sprint to keep up with Payback while he carries her down the hall.

When Payback bursts into the infirmary with Styx in his arms and Maverick on his heels Fanboy directs them to a room that is waiting. Payback gently deposits Delilah on the on the bed.

"You got this Styx. I'm going to go see if I can help get Rooster back." He says before he and Fanboy take off.

Delilah is quickly changed into a hospital gown while several monitors are hooked up to monitor both her and the baby. Maverick sits beside her holding her hand.

The OBGYN on base Dr. Nelson quickly exams Delilah to see how far her labor has progressed. "Lieutenant Comander, it seems like you are about 8 centimeters dilated. I know you must be in pain but you have progressed so fast we can't give you an epidural now." She tells her. "It won't be long until it's time to push. I heard about your husband... I'm terribly sorry. Hopefully they can get him here in time. Dr. Nelson finishes before exiting the room.

"I can't do this without him Mav." Delilah tells her uncle as she starts to cry. "I can't, I won't." She breathes out and squeezes Pete's hand while another contraction rips through her body.

A nurse come in and tries to help her get more comfortable but nothing the staff or Maverick does helps her. Delilah is desperate to have her husband with her.

When the doctor comes in an hour later Delilah is fully dilated and is almost ready to push, there is still no word about Rooster.

"No, no, no!" She screams when Dr. Nelson asks her if she is ready to push. "I won't have this baby without him. I won't do it! Rooster is supposed to be here! It wasn't supposed to happen like this." She cries holding onto Maverick.

Dr. Nelson sighs and asks to speak to Pete alone for a moment.

"Admiral Mitchell... I understand that your niece is upset about her husband, the distress is probably what sent her into labor, put if she doesn't start pushing soon, she or the baby could be in danger and then we would have to perform an emergency c-section, and I don't want to do that. Please try and speak to her." She tells him as Pete shakes his head.

"Rooster!" Bradley hears Hangman yell across the mountain side as the Navy helicopter finally came to pick him up. "Hangman!" Rooster yells back as he runs towards his friend and the waiting aircraft. Both men hauled inside before Bradley can speak. It had been about three hours since he ejected and he was glad he had finally been located.

"Jake.... is Delilah okay? I know me ejecting must have scared her and with her being so far along I've been worried." Rooster asks him. But the moment Rooster saw Hangman's face he know something was wrong.

"Roos, Styx is not okay she..." before Jake could finish Bradley's heart dropped.

"Oh my God she is in labor isn't she." Rooster's eyes went wide as Hangman nodded back to him

"Fuck! No! I can't miss it.... oh my God no!"

"Rooster calm down! We are going to get you back to base. I promise you won't miss this!" Hangman reassured him as the helicopter became airborne.

"Delilah you can't wait much longer. You are going to have to push soon or you risk putting yourself and the baby in a position where the doctor is going to have to do an emergency c-section." Maverick told her as she tried to fight off her labor.

"This isn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like this." Delilah cried into her uncles shoulder. "He is supposed to be here.... they are supposed to be here" She sobbed.

"Who?" Maverick asked looking back at her.

"Mom, and Dad, and Goose, and Carole. They should be here with you... with me..." She cried more.

"I know kid. I know it's not fair. But listen to me... this baby is coming one way or another. Bradley wouldn't want you to put yourself or your child in danger. Del, this isn't an enemy aircraft honey.... you can't fight it." Maverick told her kissing her hair.

"I'm right here. I know I'm not Rooster but I promise I won't leave you until he gets here. Now Delilah Grace, you have to push." Pete told her.

She looked back at him taking in his words.

"Okay." She responded before sitting up slightly and trying to push. "Roooooster." She called out her husband's names as if she could will him to materialize.

Roosters boots hit the ground as soon as the helicopter landed. He sped past the medical team waiting to check on him and ran straight for the infirmary.

"Lieutenant Comander Bradshaw, my wife she is in labor... where is she?" He panted to the poor nurse at the station who looked at him stunned when he burst through the doors.

"BRADLEY!" He heard his name being yelled. "Nevermind I'll follow the screams." He said running down the hallway

"Ahhhh.... I can't do it... I can't do it... I need him Pete" Delilah cried flopping back down on the bed closing her eyes and crying once again.

"Delilah! I'm here! Did I miss it?!" Rooster called plowing into the room and taking her hand that wasn't in Maverick's.

"You're here....you're okay!" She cried out seeing him.

"No you didn't miss anything Lieutenant Comander... we are all glad you are here and safe." Dr. Nelson told him.

"Delilah I need you to keep pushing. I can see the head. You can to this." The doctor told her.

"What do you need me to do baby. I'm here now." Rooster asked. "Can you get behind me like we did in birthing class please?" She asked.

Rooster quickly hopped up behind her as Maverick got up from his seat to leave.

"Pete.... where are you going?" Rooster asked looking confused.

"You're here now Rooster. She doesn't need me." Pete replied. "Yes I do Mav. You can't leave me now! Not when your grandchild is almost here!" Delilah groaned through another push.

"Grandchild?" Mav asked about to cry himself. Before Delilah or Rooster could say anything else a huge contraction rocked Delilah's body. Maverick returned to her side while Rooster supported her from behind. Both men gave their girl words of praise as she pushed with everything she had.

After a final push that Delilah was sure would kill her the cry of a health baby filled the room.

"Congratulations Mom and Dad... and Grandpa... it's a boy!" Dr. Nelson exclaimed as the infant was placed on Delilah's chest for skin to skin contact.

"Oh my God look at him." Delilah cried as the baby calmed and looked back at her with golden brown eyes that were definitely from his father.

"Oh baby he is adorable. I'm do proud of you... you did so good." Rooster whispered against her hair line as the held both Delilah and the baby from behind.

"You really did do good kid. He is a cutie... what are you going to name him?" Maverick asked

"Nicholas Mitchell Bradshaw... after Goose, Dad, and you Maverick." Delilah told him. "It wouldn't be fair to name him after just two of the best dads around we had to do all three... that why Mitchell for his middle name." She explained to him.

"Thank you." Was all Maverick managed to choke out while holding back a sob. "He truly is beautiful honey, but I know you need your rest. So I am going to go tell Penny the good news, however tomorrow I expect to be the first to hold him." Maverick joked sending the couple a wink and leaving.

"He looks just like you babe." Delilah said turning to face her husband. "Not fair that I carried him for nine months just for him to be your twin! Good thing I think you're so handsome." Delilah teased. "He is like 2 hours old he doesn't look like anything right now!" Bradley defended himself, but he knew his wife was right. He looked down and saw his eyes and nose. Baby Nicholas even had a dusting of his golden brown hair on his head.

Rooster smiled down at his little family holding his wife and son tightly.

In his head he whispered a silent prayer to thank those above for bringing him back to his wife once again and for bringing their son safely into this world. He vowed in that moment to protect them with everything that he had.

The Bradshaws enjoyed their moments of happiness and when their daughter Caroline was born two years later, they felt the same happiness yet again.

What a shame that all good things must come to an end...

Tag List: @dreamingathighaltitude @callsignmuse @shanimallina87

[avenging-fandoms]

soft hours request: rafe being EXTREMELY like really fucking worried when u get slightly sick so he takes care of you as if it were your last days on earth lol

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

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rafe tapped his foot softly outside of the marina, leaning against his car and checking the time on his phone. it was 3:26, 26 minutes past the time you were supposed to meet him for your date. rafe was worried, you were never late, and if it was it'd be by 2 minutes.

rafe tapped on your contact and held the phone to his ear, and you answered it after five rings. "hello?" rafe's eyebrows shot up at how stuffy and groggy you sounded.

"hi baby, i'm at the marina, where are you?" rafe looked out at the water, his finger in his mouth as he bit his skin around the nail.

"i'm sorry, babe, i should've texted. i'm sick if you couldn't tell" you coughed and rafe whined softly as how awful you sounded. "can we take a rain check?" you sniffled and rafe hopped in his car, starting the engine.

without a word rafe hung up and headed to the closest pharmacy. he filled his hand basket with cough drops, medicine both liquid and pill form, vicks vapor rub, a heating pad, nasal spray and various different snacks and drinks, as well as a simple get well soon card.

rafe cared about you more than he did anyone else, even himself. if something was wrong, he'd try his best to make you feel better, even if he got it wrong once or twice.

you sat up straight against your headboard, trying to open your nose so you could breathe; nothing. there was a knock on your bedroom door and you thought it was your mom, but it was rafe. you gave him a big smile, rafe returning a grin as he closed the door.

rafe leaned down for a kiss and you blocked his mouth. "don't want to share my germs and get you sick" rafe gives you a look and kisses you anyway, sitting next to you and dumping out everything for you. "rafe cameron, you did not have to buy me all this stuff. i'm not dying"

"well it sounded like it, and i don't want you to die so i'm here to take care of you" rafe was different around you, and you adored every second of him. "here. i found these vicks tablet things. apparently you put it on the shower floor and it helps you breathe. like the rub, which i got, but in tab form" he handed you the box and he kisses your forehead. "holy shit baby, you're burning up. are you sure we shouldn't take you to the hospital?"

"no, rafe, it's just a cold. i'm fine. i'll go shower with these tablets, and you can chill in here and relax" rafe nodded and you headed into the bathroom, putting the tablet on the shower floor and inhaling, finally being able to breath for the few minutes you took the shower.

rafe found some of his clothes in your closet, and changed into some comfy clothes, as he knew he was going to be there for a bit to take care of you. you came back out in a towel, sniffling as your nose was clogged once again.

"rafe.." you pout and sit next to him, laying down on your sheets and holding up the vapor rub. "can you please put this on my chest?" you pout softly and rafe smiles, nodding.

you loosen your towel around your chest, rafe taking a glob of the lavender scented vapor rub and smearing it across your chest and at the bottom of your neck. you nearly fell asleep at how nice his hand felt, as well as the vapor rub helping just a bit.

rafe finished and washed his hands, and you put on a tank top that didn't touch where rafe rubbed the vicks on. you put on underwear and shorts, then climbing back into your bed and sitting against the headboard. "you should take some medicine, it'll make you feel better. maybe help your temperature"

"no, that stuff is gross" you scrunch your face and rafe pours some in the little cup, handing it to you. "rafe, no"

"yn, it will help you" you shook your head and he tilted his head down and gave you a serious look. "yn ymn. take it" you bit the inside of your cheek, swallowing your pride and the medicine and grimacing as the grape flavored ick flowed down your throat. you swallowed down some water, rafe kissing your forehead and telling you he was proud of you.

rafe stuck with you until you felt better, which was 4 days later. rafe had school, but you were more important.

your temperature finally broke and rafe eased up on you, but still stuck around. rafe brought you dinner and cooked what he could, like soup and grilled cheese.

your sinuses cleared up and you were finally felt better. you immediately called up rafe when you woke up the day you felt better. "well good morning, beautiful. how are you feeling?"

"meet me at the marina at 3?" rafe could hear your smile over the phone. "i think we have a date to make up"

"see you at 3. and please don't stand me up this time, baby" rafe smiled and you hung up, smiling to yourself as you got read for your date with your boyfriend dr. rafe cameron, or so he thought he was.

[kunizk]

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ . * !¡ SALT, WATER AND HER

-> INFORMATION ⋮ for my summer lovers meet me where the sky meets the sea @tobiodose 's collab!!!

- contents ⋮ mutual pining, makeouts, beach themed fun, water gun fights, old memerioes, slightly pervert getou, body mention, curves mention, slightly playful smacking, play fights frfr, established relationship but it's in secret though satoru knows

- summary ⋮ you've been suguru's summer secret for some time now, but he can't help bit want to play with you in the sand and water.

salt, water and her. getou suguru never commonly came to the beach - mostly came for a breather and to relax a day or two with a popsicle popped between his lips. recently finding a new reason to come to the beach, for her. or to escape. or both.

salt water balooza, or suguru as he was fondly called. was in his mid 20s, with a somewhat slim face that matched the long tied up hair he grew during his time here in japan. his eyes were a dark hazel and accentuated by rather bright red Hawaiian shirt. his face was often spoken to by those around him for it's pale complexion and easily remarkable expressions, despite being outside of the normal range for the jujustu sorrocer u. his entire body was muscled up in a rather special way, though not quite unique.

he had the frame of a professional jujitsu fighter, with an almost well defined six pack that seemed to come out of nowhere when flexed. his arms were fairly well toned as well but not overly so, being pretty sure that he could hold his own against most jujustu fighters out there in this world. "getou quit staring, you're  blowing holes into her back!"

his sunglasses were on the end of his nose, and then his dsrk focused on you as you gazed into the crystal blue waters, the tanned and toned skin on his body glistened against the perfectly good sunlight. it also didn't help how your baby blue tropical themed bikini made you look ten times more divine then you normally did, don't get him wrong but the way your swim suit made him stare was alluring it almost sounded like satoru would press charges if he kept a hold on you just one more time, but he was more interested in where you got your bikini from.

honestly before the trip there was no other lingerie that you owned that was anything more than a bikini, the only thing getou could get out of you about that was that you just needed some sunlight and fun times. blue looked good on you, complimenting your smooth skin and dazzling curves. he couldn't help but wonder what your body looked like underneath the perfectly matching blue flower pattern bikini. "getou is that you?" you asked him, his mind ran laps before he answered "in the flesh, hey yn" he said, his eyes softened when he heard your voice, you looked back at him and couldn't help but wonder why you looked so happy when you were in his presence, well I suppose if he was telling the truth about seeing you on the beach again was because you looked beyond his mind could reach, he's be a shamed to say so.

it didn't take long before you places on a white open hoodie in the way of getou's "sightseeing" and took a quick job towards him. Making sure not to trip over the rocks, sand and sea shells that littered the sand. "what are you doing here!" you called out and hear him say as he closed the distance between you two and pulled you into a tight hug. "needed a break from things, geez I'm not gunna curse anyone if they step on the pile of dead crabs." he said and a bemused smile came to his face. You smiled and leaned into him "hey getou" "hmm" it didn't take long before you pulled away, pulling out a rather large object before he was sprayed completely with water. "what the hell!" he said as you forced the top of the water gun down and switch it around on you so it would spray you instead of him "oh getou gross! you got it in my mouth" spitting out the rest of the water you smacked at this arm playfully "asshole" you muttered "you started it doll, don't pout now!"

"the hell do you mean don't pout! you got salt water in my mouth!!" you pulled at his ear playfully while he tried to remove you from his painfully red ear "jesus christ okay okay I'm sorry, ill do anything let go!" pulling you away "want me to kiss it better crazy?" You wouldn't help but smile "yeah you big bastard you caused that too" you smacked him on the arm once again "yeeaaah whatever" he mumbled you hopped towards him before he placed his hand under your neck, fiddling with the hairs on your neck before he pulled you into a kiss. . long and sweet. it took both of yon to become breathless before you pulled away to look at him. "I looooove you" your eyes shifted to his softened eyes " love you more doll" wrapping your arms around his neck before you shrieked at the sudden wave that made it's way above the two of you, getou held on tight to you, he basically wanted you to get hit by the wace "getou! what the fuck!" "hold on crazy we'll get seperated" it was a never ending cycle but you two loved each other either way.

[vallentinerry]

can you write more boxer!h and nurse!y/n blurbs?

Mad

Pairing: boxer!h and nurse!y/n (basically the 'Ghost' chapter)

Hi! of course here you gooo (also I know I posted this so late but I'm using a queue so I'm really sorry!)

Where Harry's jealous of the cat you've been cuddling all day.

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"What's wrong?" you ask stifling your laughter as you record a pouting Harry at the corner of the room grumbling as he puts on his shirt.

He knew how much you loved cuddling with his bare torso so he sleeps fully clothed when he's mad at you.

"I'm mad at you and I'm not talking to you." He murmurs not looking at you and unaware of you recording him as it looks like you were just on your phone.

"And why are you mad at me?" You question in a mocking voice but he only ignores you, moving to the bed.

"H?" you threw a pillow at his face, him dodging it easily and catching the pillow with his hands, revealing his irritated face.

"You've cuddled with that... that penis looking mutt all day and not me! 'M your boyfriend you should pay attention to me not him!" He whines pointing at the sleeping cat beside you.

"You're disgustingly cute, you know that?" You comment reaching up to touch his face but before you could touch him he already blocks you with a pillow.

"No. 'M mad at you." He scolds you sternly making you snort.

"Hmkay. Have fun sleeping alone, with no one to hug. I don't know, I've read that ghosts appear at night and pull your feet and drag you to the bottom of the bed." you shrug nonchalantly.

"I-I know that, th-that's why I have ghost spray." He nods to the spray bottle with water (don't tell him that).

"Does it work on all ghosts though? Well Goodnight H." You yawn dramatically and cozy up under the sheets, placing your phone to stand up straight at the nightstand.

"It does! It does, it does, it does, yes it of course it works on all ghosts Harry." He chants to himself.

As he dips under the sheets and the lights were all off except for Harry's nightlight at the window area, you were almost convinced that Harry had slept and should stop recording until he starts rolling a tiny bit closer to you. And again. And again. And again.

And now his chest was spooning your backside. You smirk to yourself, "What's this?"

"I won't talk to you tomorrow morning, but I still love you and I'm scared and I need your cuddles. Please." He rants all in one breath.

"You know what?" You ask, turning around to face him.

"What?"

"I need your cuddles too." You admit, watching as he blushes.

"Stop that, gonna give me a bloody heart attack." He mushed, hiding his face on your neck.

"Is it bad to love on you?" You giggle, combing through his curls.

"No... Love me please." You hear him say in a breathless tone.

"I love you baby. Now go turn around so I can spoon you."

"Okay." He yawns. "Y/N?" He calls out once you situated yourself.

"Yeah?"

"If... If the ghost ever shows up, I promise I'd be brave so I can protect me and and you and even Dusty. Kay? Love you...Love you very much." and with that the room was filled with his light snores making you smile to yourself and tighten your hold on him.

"I love you too, 'm pretty boy." you sighed contently.

Dusty meows at the two of you, annoyed with the fact that a new body had taken his space. So he moved upwards, and lays down on your pillow before placing his head on Harry's curls and his hands cradling your hair.

The recording has now been forgotten and it wasn't until you woke up that you watched it before sending it to Anne.

Anne loved you for many reasons, but one of the main reasons was because she knew that you really did loved him. At least now she can sleep peacefully knowing that his son was taken care of and loved.

[pogueswrld]

*•.¸♡ perpetual booms ♡¸.•*

pairing: jj maybank x fem!muslim!Arab! reader

summary: moving out of New York seemed to be a good idea to y/n's parents, thinking that moving to a small island was much better and safer after the incident. She was proven wrong anyway.

warnings: language, school shooting, death, unresolved trauma, spiraling mental health, mentions of a hot shower (I think that categorizes under self harm?? Idk), fear of loud noises, panic attack, mutual pinning, jj likes reader and he's not ashamed to admit it, 'I wish you were sober' moment, 'who did this to you' trope, the pouges being completely oblivious to reader's trauma and jj apologizing for triggering her. unedited :)

note: okay so I made this with an incredibly detailed idea of the reader but please feel free to adjust it to whichever way you want, it can also be poc!reader cuz I never mentioned reader looks but don't pm me telling me that you don't like the idea or the writing of it or the concept overall I really dgaf what you think :) anyway!! this was kinda intense 🧍‍♀️ HELP I WROTE SOME SCENES THEN I GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY.... smfh

This whole thing was inspired by the movie 'the fallout' I 100% recommend watching.I am grateful to have never experiencing a school shooting seeing that I am not American but if I portray anything wrongfully please tell me, I would love to be educated on the matter :)

The weather was the first indicator of how the day would go, with the sun completely gone from the sky are massive clouds floating about carrying forming water droplets, y/n knew she was going to have her mood bummed out.

First of all, it was windy. Which meant she was going to have to wear a cotton hijab and a shitton of bobby pins to secure it in place. Secondly, she's probably going to have to walk to school, which is awful as it is.

With a sigh, she walks away from the window in her bedroom, making sure the curtains cover the glass before changing into her outfit for the day.

She was wearing a long-sleeved black turtle neck and matching cargo pants, an ivy green button-up over the long-sleeve shirt to cover her chest and she made sure to tuck the ends of her hijab into the shirt and use bobby pins to secure it to her clothes just to make sure it doesn't get in the way── or so people don't try to tug it off her head.

She wears silver jewelry to add a simple touch to her look before grabbing her bag and making it down the stairs to meet up with her parents in the kitchen.

They seemed to be in a rush, and that was all the confirmation she needed about walking to school.

"Morning," Her mother greeted her, she too was in her hijab, and she looked like an older version of y/n. She sips on her coffee as y/n father smiles at his daughter, "Ready to go?"

y/n hums, grabbing a vegan energy bar from the cabinet before stashing it in her bag. "Will one of you be driving me?" she already knew the answer, but she didn't want them to worry.

Her mother tilts her head apologetically, "I'm so sorry sweetheart, I got this deal with a landlord on a house off the coast and let's just hope everything goes smoothly." she rolls her eyes, y/n had no doubt it's the same guy that claimed her mother tried to 'burn down the house' he had put up for sale, ridiculous.

"Dad?" she tried not to sound too hopeful, but her voice betrays her. "Sorry kid, I gotta drive your mom to her office and get to work, we're already running late 'cause she doesn't want to finish the damn coffee."

Y/n shakes her head and giggles at their banter, then she's pressing a kiss to their cheeks before heading out the door. "Do you have your pepper spray on you?" Her mother calls out just as she reaches the door, "Yes, I also have my teaser. I'm gonna be fine mom, I promise. Love you!"

"Love you too! Be careful."

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y/n was scared shitless. It was like all the civilians of New York choose today to go out and about like it's not six am on a damned Tuesday.

One of the main things the hijabi girl dispised about living in America, in general, was the fact that she's unable to walk down the street without feeling a stranger's eyes pour into her figure, either in curious stares or hateful glares, it didn't matter.

She manages to keep to herself though, her eyes never making eye contact and always looking sharp. She never stopped for anything and didn't check her phone as it dings with notifications from her friends. She couldn't afford the luxury of walking freely like everyone else.

Another thing y/n hated was school. She genuinely believed that she was better off without and the only reason she was attending in the first place is just to see her friends. That's kind of sad but it's the truth, she's never been allowed to see them anywhere other than school. It's one of her parents' many, many rules.

Her shoulders relax when the educational building comes to view and she hurries towards the entrance, eager to get off the dangerous New York streets.

She's twenty minutes early to the first class bell, so she makes it to her locker and pulls out the notebooks and textbooks she would need for her first three classes, it makes it a lot easier for her this way, she gets to spend more time with her friends and less time roaming the halls by herself.

When she closes her locker a familiar friendly face meets her with a grin and she had to gasp to bite down a squeal of surprise. Her best friend, Viola, laughs loudly and shamelessly at her and y/n rolls her eyes at her. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that!"

"You still make that face!" the brunette girl cackles and y/n breathes a light chuckle, her hand slightly nudging Viola's shoulder in a teasing matter.

"So, what are you doing later today?" Viola asks as she pulls on her bag's straps and y/n sends her an exaggerated stare, "Really?" Viola purses her lips and holds back another laugh, "Right. Okay well, how about this? I come over tonight and we can study for that chemistry quiz coming up next Friday, yeah?"

y/n only shrugs, "Sure, why not?" the girls share a brief hug before separating ways to their assigned classes, promising to meet in between classes to walk to their next shared class.

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y/n hated it when classes dragged on, and she hated it even more when the teacher kept repeating the same part of the lesson over and over again. She felt like her head was about to explode from boredom.

With a deep silent sigh, the girl pressed on her black pen and sketched a little spider web to the top corner of the textbook's page, she was so focused on it that when the paper that rested on her table came into view, it took her completely by surprise.

Her head shot up to the general direction it came from and her eyes met those of Avron Blake, the captain of the athlete team, and he smiles at her with a slight wave of his hand. She doesn't respond, only glances back down to the paper and sees her name written on it in awful handwriting.

Her hand clutches around the piece of paper, crumbling it into her fists and she brings it below the table, she quickly opens it and her eyes scan the words and then she's quickly crumbling it back into a ball and stashing it within the drawer in her desk.

You got my homework?

She doesn't meet his eyes for the rest of the period, and when the bell rings she's bolting out of the class before he manages to corner her or catch up with her.

Y/n had no recollection of ever agreeing to do Avron Blake's homework for him, so she guesses that Viola got in trouble with him again and she promised him that y/n would do his homework for him. Even though Viola never told her about that.

she sees her best friend by her locker and she's pursing her lips at her with a mean glare, "You told Avron I'd be doing his homework for him?" realization quickly flashes behind Viola's eyes followed by guilt, "Oh my God, did he talk to you? Y/n I am so sorry-"

"You can't keep doing this Viola!" y/n groaned, her eyes repeatedly glancing down the corridor to see if Avron or his group of jocks would chase her down or not. "I know, I'm sorry! I didn't tell you about it because I did his homework, I just wasn't expecting him to actually talk to you about it." Viola holds up a stack of four or so pages in her hand as she smiles apologetically at her best friend.

Still pouting, y/n shakes her head at the girl. "Whatever, give it to him before he comes back hunting my ass down for this shit."

"Yes ma'am."

Viola walks down the corridor and y/n rolls her eyes, then she's going through her bag as she heads for her second class of the day.

She pauses outside the cafeteria door when she realizes her physics notebook is not in her bag and y/n squeezes her eyes shut in annoyance before sending a silent curse in Viola's name. Throwing her head back in an exaggerated sigh, the girl looks into the cafeteria to catch glimpses of kids who are already in their spare classes. A slight twinge of jealousy erupts through her and y/n presses her lips together into a thin line.

Then she hears it, right from within the room, she was looking into right now. A loud bang echoes through the halls and everyone freezes for a moment, "What the fuck was that?" it was a simple question passed between them, and then another bang erupts and someone starts screaming somewhere.

The confusion that filled her was quick to wash off when y/n realizes just exactly what it was. There was a guy in the cafeteria, and he was holding up a gun. He repeatedly pulled at the trigger and she could see the kids flying out the doors as some others bled on the floor. Her mind raced and her body froze, but as the kids pushed out of the door in front of her, she was encouraged to run down the same corridor she just came through.

Remembering that Viola was also walking down this exact hall, y/n's face paled. She frantically looks around and calls out for her best friend, but then another bang comes from somewhere nearer. Except for the ones at the cafeteria never stopped.

Her heart stops when she realizes; there was more than one guy.

The reality of the situation was extremely difficult to grasp, and y/n struggled to breathe as an injured kid crawled back to the hall she stood in in hopes of hiding from his murderer. Tears roll down her face as her entire body trembled and a soft clank from the door beside her made her jump.

The shots from the hallway grow closer and y/n was certain this was her end. She was going to die here, in school, in the hallway, at the hands of a boy that couldn't possibly be any older than she was. But her body moves quickly as it jitters, and it pulls open the door to the room before pulling it closed behind her. She made sure to close it as quietly as possible and then click the lock on it.

Whoever she was stuck with now was going to have to bare her broken-down presence.

When she looks behind her at her hiding spot companion, y/n almost wishes she never came in. But then the thought disappears as quickly as it forms because a choked sob makes it out of her throat and she muffles it with her hand.

It was Viola, on the floor, with tears running down her face and her hands holding onto her torso, her clothes and floor and body covered with the crimson liquid that once gave her life, now draining her of it.

"Oh, my God? oh my God. Oh God- Viola?" Her voice represents the state of her mind and body, it felt like the whole building was shaking, but it was actually just y/n's entire body. From her wobbling legs to her heaving gasping chest, the teenager swallows whatever noise threatens to come out of her throat as she kneels beside her best friend, the girl that stood beside her through thick and thin, her best friend. Her only friend.

She has no idea what to do. As her mind blanks out and every rational thought escapes her, y/n is left to cradle the girl and whisper sweet lies into her forehead as the shots ceased and the screams quieten, until sirens fill the air and orders were given.

y/n keeps a hold on Viola as they get pulled out of the room and into safety, she keeps a hold on her best friend as people in blue try to talk to her, as the warm welcome embrace of her mother and father engulfs her and tries to soothe her, but it didn't matter.

It didn't matter because y/n had witnessed the life in her best friend's eyes disappear as she lay in her arms, her ears still ringing from the gunfire and horrifying screams of kids dying or being shot at left and right, of the gasps and cries of Viola as she took her last breathes.

y/n got so overwhelmed that nothing mattered anymore.

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Whatever happened after she was pulled out of the janitor's closet was a complete blur to y/n, she doesn't remember being separated from Viola, she doesn't remember anyone trying to talk to her, she doesn't remember her mother's relieved cries or her father's thankful's embrace. She doesn't remember making it home or getting clean off the blood that was stuck to her like a second skin, but she does remember laying in bed, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom as everything came crashing down onto her like waves of anguish, one furious roll after another pushing her under.

Her chest clenches and she wants to scream, she wants to cry and hyperventilate and tear out her hair, she wants to cut through his throat and pull the gun's trigger, making him feel exactly what her best friend felt in her last moments of this earth beside her, in her arms.

Instead, she lays awake at night, the familiarity of her sheets itching disgustingly at her skin but she doesn't move, she lets the uncomfortableness sink within her as a single tear rolls down the side of her face.

Her mind was hazy, still unable to completely process the traumatic events inflicted upon her when Viola's mother came knocking at their door two weeks later. She was broken. An absolute wreck as she did her best to put words together that meant an invitation for her family to attend Viola's funeral and memorial.

When her mother told her about it, y/n blinked at her. And it was the first emotion she's seen in her daughter in three days. Her mother almost burst into tears right there, but the quiver of y/n lip told her that this wasn't the time for her feelings, it was a chance for her daughter to display some of her own.

"Y/N? Sweetheart, are you alright?"

Suddenly realizing that Viola, —sweet, radiant, lively, lovely Viola— is dead had y/n glancing down at her hands. It's like she can still feel the dried blood on her hands, damping her clothes, she can still hear her silent cries and dying gasps, she can feel her warmth disappear and her heart freezing.

y/n's chest is heaving and her mother is near tears again, she sits beside her daughter and pulls her closer to her chest as she cries and sobs through the night.

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y/n wishes she could say that attending Viola's funeral gave her some sort of closure, but if anything it fueled her already distraught state.

She stood beside Viola's mother, giving hugs to condolence women and shaking the hands of absolute strangers, people sympathizing with the family and sending pitty stares to the girl in the hijab after learning that the girl in the coffin died in her arms.

It was hell, absolute torture, and when she was offered the chance to leave and go home, y/n didn't hesitate.

Sitting at the dinner table with her parents couldn't be more awkward, not like she even noticed. They share worrisome glances with each other as y/n pushes her food around her plate absentmindedly, and when she was tired of it, she gets up to seclude herself in her room.

They don't move, they don't speak, they just hold hands and pray that their daughter will find a way to come back to them somehow, someday.

The shower water was burning, steam flowing in the bathroom and fogging up the mirror, y/n doesn't seem to notice, or maybe she does but she chooses to ignore it. She's sitting on the ground, her knees pressed to her chest as best as she could, the hot droplets meeting her bare back causing her skin to turn a painful red, but she doesn't mind it.

She's grown accustomed to the emptiness within her, within her chest and her mind, the four walls of her bedroom are all she's comfortable with and she realizes that every time she leaves the front door of her house, there's a silent prayer leaving her lips, one that she repeats at least five times a day with each Salah.

She's fully aware that this isn't something praying would fix, it's not something she can manifest away, so she was stuck in this repetitive loop of feeling everything, crying, then immediately going numb.

It was better than feeling absolutely nothing all of the time.

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A few days later, y/n knew something was up with her parents when all they did was share glances and drink their coffee in silence.

They were generous enough to allow her to not go back to school immediately, but she knew it was coming up eventually. It had already almost been a month and the only time she ever left the house was when she was taking out the trash or for Viola's funeral. Every day other than that was spent in her bedroom.

She puts down her mug of fresh juice and folds her arms, "What is it?" she asks, her arm movement causing the hijab thrown carelessly over her head to expose a bit of her tied-up hair. She pulls the fabric over her head again and keeps a steady stare at her parents, her face completely emotionless.

Her mother was the first to open her mouth then close it, then open it again. "Your dad and I have been thinking—"

"No. I'm not going back to school."

Her dad shakes his head, "No of course not honey, that's not what we wanted to talk to you about." He glances at her mother and gives her a meaningful stare and she sighs, placing her mug on the table.

"Your father and I wanted to tell you that we... Are moving."

The news didn't seem to faze her, she simply blinked and furrowed her eyebrows, "To where?"

y/n's mother holds her daughter's shoulders and smiles softly at her, "Remember that deal I told you about? With the mean landlord?"

The teenager hums and her mother grins, "I got it and we bought it, it's a little house, perfect for the three of us, away from New York. What do you think?"

The girl shrugs, "Okay but where?"

"On a little island in North Carolina, Outer Banks. Life seems to be pretty cheap there and you get to be away from... All of this mess." his finger carelessly points at their house.

Very aware of the fact that she doesn't really have much of a choice as they've already made up their minds and started preparing for the move, y/n nods. She tries to pass it off as a happy nod, but truly she feels nothing, she just wants to give them a bit of peace of mind.

She had another nightmare that night, except it was one of the shootings instead of Viola this time. Her heart hammered within her chest as her lungs begged her to breathe, her hand slamming against her mouth to muffle whatever screams wanted to escape her to not wake up her parents as tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.

Nightmares were a reoccurring event but it was completely out of y/n's control, so all she could be go to bed and pray that she makes it through the night without having to scream or better yet, not have to wake up at all.

At least in this dream, she wasn't the one left to the very end to die.

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Outer Banks was so much different than New York, y/n's first giveaway was the humid weather that caused her to wheeze with each step she took further into the island.

The house her mother managed to get for them was small, it was built more like a cabinet, with three bedrooms and a bathroom, a kitchen, and a small living room. It was very different than the large two-story house she's lived in New York, but it'll have to do.

The bedroom her parents assigned for her was already furnished, with a soft earth colors theme and a white bed, y/n presses her lips together when she realizes that it doesn't make a difference to her.

It's truly upsetting, she wished she was more excited, she wished she was at least a bit upset that her desk wasn't the same color as the shelves on her wall, she wished she was embarrassed about the stuffed animals decorating her bed, but she really felt nothing at all.

Putting on a forced, fake smile, the girl walks back out to her parents and gives them the most enthusiastic thumbs-up she could master.

Another thing she's been so off about is hugging or touching anyone, especially those she cares about. She hasn't been able to bring herself to hug or leave a kiss to either one of her parents so she settled on distant approval.

"Can I check out the beach?" It was right in front of the house, y/n counts it as a perk. New York didn't have beaches, and this gives her the perfect opportunity to wear a silk hijab and a head cover underneath it.

The request took her parents by surprise and they were nodding at her, almost pleadingly, and she smiles at them.

She doesn't bother to change out of her clothes, simply pulling on her shoes before walking out and heading towards the warm sand and massive waves heading towards the shore before her house.

It was beautiful. The sun was out and about, sending waves of warmth and calm to everyone it came across, the waves of the ocean gathered as it neared the shore and then crashed down onto the sand, rising towards the girl but barely touching her bare toes.

She takes a deep breath and the scent of salty water and beach floods her senses, for the first time in weeks, an emotion passes through her. It makes her gasp and snaps her closed eyes open, then she's taking another deep breath and letting it come back.

Calm. She was calm and stress-free exactly where she was. In here there was no shooting, and there was no death. In here she can pretend that she's on the phone with Viola and the girl was talking about her newest obsession, she can pretend that her life wasn't so plain and that she wasn't so trauma inflicted.

But then there's the anxiously loud sound of laughter, and her happy little bubble is bursting. She opens her eyes and glares at the group of teenagers that walk past her. Three boys, one girl. They're all shirtless, and the girl is in a bikini. Suddenly y/n is reminded that she doesn't belong here, or anywhere for that matter.

Her oversized clothing looked like they were about to devour her, and still clad in black she was. Nothing colorful felt right at the moment, so she settled into whatever called for her. Black.

Her eyes snap away from them when the blonde boy catches her staring at them. He mutters something to his friends and they all laugh, they all turn towards her and she wishes she could disappear.

They don't approach her, but they're fully aware of the fact that she was still watching them. They talk harshly to one another for a minute, then the boys are rushing into the water to chase a wave with their boards.

She doesn't pay them much attention as her eyes are diverted toward a little crab walking the length of the beach.

She's almost tempted to reach out for the sea creature, letting its club at her hand, but she pulls her feet towards her when he passes by her and she watches it walk away.

"Hey," a voice calls out and y/n looks up to the source, it's the brunette girl. She presses her lips together and gives her a short, quick wave. She wasn't in the mood to talk.

The girl doesn't seem to get that as she approaches her, her eyes squinting against the sunlight and her skin glows a golden brown. "I'm Kie."

Feeling extremely awkward, the hijabi girl smiles at her. "y/n."

"It's nice to meet you, y/n." with furrowed eyebrows, y/n tries not to make this interaction any weirder than it has to be. "Nice to meet you too?"

Finally picking up on the uncomfortableness in the air, Kie points at the boys in the water. "They saw you staring earlier and wanted to impress you," She laughs and y/n's cheeks flush, suddenly her neck and ear heat up and she chokes on a forced laugh, "Um- okay? I'm sorry, I'm not really interested. They seem good though."

Kie nods and takes a seat beside the girl but purposefully giving her space, she glances at the blonde boy riding a wave and points at him with her chin. "That's JJ, he's the best surfer in Outer Banks."

y/n follows her eyes sight and finds the boy with the golden locks on the water, he's bent over as he balances himself on his board and rides out a large wave.

"He's pretty." Kie laughs, "Yeah he thinks he's pretty too." and y/n chuckles.

She doesn't notice, but this is the first time she's laughed since the shooting, and it makes her heart warm.

Kie keeps her eyes on the girl, then she's tilting her head. "Are you new around here? I don't think I've ever seen you around these parts before."

y/n nods, her bottom lip caught between her teeth nervously, "Yeah, my family and I moved her just this morning."

"Really? Where from?"

"New York." y/n cringes and Kie's eyes widen, "New York?! That's awesome. I've never seen a New Yorker before, that must be so cool."

A hesitant chuckle escapes y/n, "I'm not- I'm not from New York, I just moved here from there."

A soft 'oh' leaves Kie, "Where are you from?"

"Uhh, Middle East. It's somewhere between Europe, Asia, and Africa. Like right in the middle." Kie grins at the girl, suddenly a million times interested in her. "That's so cool, why'd you move to America? It's not the best country in the world."

y/n shrugs, "Parents got job offers, it be like that sometimes."

It was silent for a moment, then Kie scrambles off and y/n pressed her lips together, frustrated with herself. Great, she thinks to herself, can't even make friends anymore.

"Dr. Pepper or Pepsi?"

her head shoots up to meet the curly-haired girl's eyes and she smiles a genuine smile, her chest warms and her shoulder relax.

Maybe moving out of New York wasn't a bad idea after all.

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The temperature outside was hot as hell, so y/n was forced into some light-colored clothes to relieve her of the heat. She wore a short-sleeved beige t-shirt with a brown striped flannel on top and beige pants that tightened her waist and ankles. She matched her silk brown hijab with them and pulled on her vans.

She would have successfully managed to leave the house without getting yelled at had she not tried to grab her purse from the living room.

"y/n?!" her mother's voice called for her from deep in the living room, she walks in with wide unreadable eyes, and y/n cringed into herself, "Yes?"

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To meet up with a friend?" she would hardly call Kiara a friend, more like the only person she knows on this whole island, but she'd do whatever just to leave these confining walls.

Her mother hesitates for a moment, "You've made a friend already?"

With raised eyebrows and pursed lips, y/n nods. "Mhm, we met just the other day. On the beach. She's invited me for lunch so," She points a thumb at the door behind her as she slowly steps towards it, sneakily trying to leave her mother's grasp before she tells her that she's not allowed to leave at all but what she does surprises her.

Her mother asks her to wait then she's rushing into her room, then she comes back a few minutes later with her wallet. y/n's eyebrows almost hide in her hijab from how high they've risen as her mother places a hundred-dollar bill in her hand. "Have fun and please be careful."

She doesn't reply, only turns around and rushes out the door. She feared if she stayed a moment longer she might break down and cancel leaving altogether.

Kiara didn't actually invite her for lunch, but she told her to meet up with her in a seafood restaurant. y/n didn't question her, seizing whatever opportunity thrown at her to leave her house.

It wasn't difficult to find Heyward's, seeing as it is literally the only restaurant on the island that provided seafood to the people. The smell of fish, both raw and cooking, invaded her nose and she almost gagged.

Her eyes scanned the crowd and settled on the head of tied-up curls, Kiara notices her presence and calls out for her to join her. Except she wasn't alone.

y/n walks over to her table, both her hands clutching to the strap of her purse as she pressed her lips together and gave a short-lived awkward wave to the boys manspreading on their chairs. She wasn't comfortable, not even a little bit.

Kiara stands up, "Hey, uhh— these are my friends! You know JJ," she points slightly at the shagged haired blonde boy who raised his eyebrows in surprise at his friend's statement, then she points to the other two. "That's John B and Pope."

John B had a backward cap on his head and an overused shirt on his body, and Pope wore a navy blue shirt with a light blue flannel on top. He sends her a soft wave with a welcoming smile and it puts her at ease, just for a moment.

"What's with the..." JJ trails off as he points to her hijab, his eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion and Kiara widens her eyes at him dramatically, "JJ!" she turns to y/n, "I am so sorry, please ignore him."

y/n chuckles silently, "It's okay, it's my hijab, does it bother you?"

JJ shrugs carelessly and shakes his head, "No it's just weird."

"You're weird." she turns to her friend, "I told my mom I'm having lunch with you so I guess you're stuck with me for the rest of the day." she smiles sheepishly and Kiara, "That's totally fine, my parents are at work today so it's just gonna be the two of us."

"Can I join?" JJ pipes up and both girls turn to him with sharp eyes, "No." he jumps back slightly and blinks at them once, "Jeez, fine. No need to be so aggressive about it."

y/n rolls her eyes at him and grabs a chair from a nearby table and sets it right next to Kiara, making sure to put a noticeable distance between herself and Pope.

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Being friends with Kiara and her 'pogue' friends was so much fun y/n realized, she's been spending a lot less time at home huddled by her parents and more with Kiara, either by the beach or near John B's house.

y/n made it crystal clear she wasn't going to his house with them under any circumstances, no matter how hard they tried to sway her, she had her feet planted.

They respected that enough to spend time with her by the lake where their boat was. The pouges spent most of their time drinking beer and getting high while y/n sat a bit away with her favorite soda and a bag of fries. It was the next best thing.

She couldn't mingle with them, and she couldn't risk the smell of alcohol and weed getting stuck on her which would eventually lead to her parents believing that she was going down the wrong road and hanging out around the wrong crowd.

She was getting better mentally, her desire to spend all day in bed was slimming as her need to disappear was barely making an appearance in her head. She didn't want to face her parents, and the idea of going back to school kept her awake at night, but at least her nightmares weren't as intense as they used to be.

It's been weeks and school ended, summer break gracing everyone with its presence but it was passing rather quickly. y/n had managed to spend a few days in the beach water while the rest of her days were spent in Kara's house or by John B's.

The light difference about tonight is the fact that she was, indeed, in John B's backyard. How'd she ended up here? Kiara dragged her.

The boys told them that the drinks container was broken which meant that their beers and her sodas were going to be hot by the time they get to the lake, so they were forced to go to John B's Cheatu.

"Ayyee," the tanned brunette greeted the girls with a wide grin, "Bienvenido a mi casa!"

y/n pretended to cringe at him, "Your Spanish is horrible," she let out a breathy giggle, leaning on the door frame as they settled in the living room. "Where's the soda you dragged me all the way over here for?"

John B's house was an absolute mess, the living room was trashed with clothes, cans, beer bottles, and leftover food packages.

Not wanting to be rude, y/n diverted her gaze to the boys taking up all the space around the room; JJ lay on the couch, leaving zero room for anyone else, Kiara sat on an armchair while John B and Pope shared the other couch.

John B raised his arms exaggeratedly, "Oh come on y/n! Stay a little while, would it really hurt?"

She raises her eyebrows, "The fact that I'm in a dude's house without an adult's supervision? Yeah actually, it would."

Kara's shoulders dropped at her gloomy mood, "Oh y/n, please? We'll tell your parents you've been with me the entire time and that you're safe."

"That won't bring them peace of mind, Kie. They will hunt me down and keep me in the house for the rest of my life, are you ready for that?"

She shares a look with JJ and he sends her a pointed glance, a silent conversation passing between them. "That will happen if they find out, which they don't have to." The mere suggestion almost made y/n turn around and leave altogether, "You want me to lie to my parents?"

It was JJ the turned to her with surprise, "You don't lie to your parents?"

"No! Of course not, because if I do they won't trust me, and if they don't trust me then I'm grounded for the rest of my life over inconvenient shit."

Pope was nodding in understanding and Kiara walked up to her, holding her hands, "I promise you won't be grounded. I promise you, okay? I'll beg your parents if I have to but stay a while, y/n. You're so hard on yourself with these things, it's literally nothing."

She had her reasons, but they wouldn't understand because they weren't raised the same way she was, she knew that. And she knew she should plant her feet and turn around and walk home, but as she glanced outside and noticed the setting sun, a shiver ran down her spine. y/n faced Kiara and nodded hesitantly.

She'd have to call her dad to pick her up in an hour's time.

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It wasn't as bad as she thought she'd be, they gathered in the Cheatu's backyard when she agreed to stay, and that's where they lit a fire and shared jokes and tales. John B opened up to her about his missing father and Pope talked to her about his desired academic future which she related to on many levels.

It's funny, she really wanted to have a bright future but the mere thought of going back to school made everything that would come after it ridiculous and totally not worth it.

She never told him that of course, she didn't tell any of them anything, and maybe she should've, but she really couldn't bring herself to even think about that day nor care enough to let them know about it.

Maybe she should've focused more on her surroundings but after the long conversation with Pope, y/n started feeling tired so she pulled out her phone and texted her parents if they were free to pick her up from a 'friend's gathering', her father was the one to reply and ask her for the location.

When she looked up from her phone, trying to seem unsuspecting, she noticed just how close JJ sat to her, his blue eyes unblinking as he stared at her, his beer long forgotten but she can still smell it on him.

Her relationship with JJ was a strange one, although she kept her distance most of the time, it didn't stop her from joining their conversation or flirting with him specifically.

And even though he flirted back with her, she always made sure to let him know that they were all simply just friends and they could never be anything more.

It never stopped him from trying though.

She raises a single brow at him with a smirk pulling at her lips, she sinks deeper into her chair and leans her head on the edge of the chair, "Whatcha starin' at Maybank?"

He shrugs, "You." She hums, "Do you like what you see?" He nods shamelessly and heat rises up her neck to her cheeks, she prays it's dark enough to cover it. She removes her eyes from his, too busy trying to bite back a smile to keep eye contact with him.

"I like you, y/n." the words caused her to bark a laugh, "Woah there, you don't even know me JJ." He shrugs, "I know some things about you, and I'd like to get to know you better if you'd let me."

"And if I don't let you?" He shrugs again, "I'd still try to get to know you." y/n fakes a gasp, "Without my consent? That says a lot about JJ." He almost rolls his eyes but smiles at her, "I like the way you say my name."

Not saying a word, y/n realizes that this isn't really him, that's the alcohol boost in him. She presses her lips together and sighs as she gets up, her hand almost reaches out for him but she holds back, eventually, she lets her fingertips brush against his shoulder as she walks away.

"Get some sleep JJ."

Her words, along with feeling her touch for the first time, sober him enough to stare after her retreating figure, JJ furrows his eyebrows with parted lips at the realization of his fast-beating heart. He blinks once, twice, three times then turns to his friends. They're all busy chatter between them about something he couldn't bring himself to get invested in so instead he sinks into his chair and rests his head on the edge of it, repeating the girl in the hijab's actions, he releases a breath into the night.

"Holy shit y/n."

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She almost did get grounded for staying at the Cheatu but when she brought up Kiara's presence, all was forgiven. Her father told her that if she ever did want to go back there, Kiara would have to be with her at all times.

She agreed of course, which is how she ended up at the Cheatu this afternoon. It was a few days after her interaction with JJ and the blonde boy doesn't seem to even remember it happening, it stung just a but what was she really expecting? A seemingly perfect American blonde boy to be actually interested in her? A dream. Nothing more nothing less.

She called Kiara and told her that she was at the Cheatu, waiting for them. Kiara informed her that she, Pope, and John B would be running just a bit late because Pope's father insisted that he finishes his chores before tagging along. She let them be, of course, telling her that she'll be waiting for them when they get back.

She wanders around the Cheatu, checking every room, and admiring the mess. John B's was a bit more put together than the guest room she'd grown to learn that it belonged to JJ most of the time. She never really knew why JJ spent most of his time at the Cheatu and she didn't bother to think too much about it, instead, she continues on her way and pauses in front of Big John's office door. Not wanting to invade her friend's privacy, y/n turns around and walks out to the backyard.

She hears the roar of an engine and her head shoots up in surprise and worry, Kiara said they'd be home late so there shouldn't be anyone here yet.

She gets up and walks towards the house but hides beside the door, glancing inside, y/n holds back a gasp at the sight of JJ walking in with a limp in his step and groans spilling off his lips as he lays on his couch. One of his hands rests on his ribs while the other slightly caress his bruising cheekbone.

Recognizing that she is in no danger, y/n opens the screen door and stares at JJ with concern, "JJ what the hell?"

At the sound of her voice, JJ jumps. He looks at her with surprise and then groans when another wave of pain washes over him. She's quick to react, her hands reaching out to him and gently pushing him back down on the couch.

He's beyond surprised, and he keeps glancing between her hands on his skin and her face confused, concerned face. "Who did this to you, Jay? Did you get in a fight with someone?" He doesn't reply, he can't, not with the way she pulls up his shirt and inspects the damage done to his ribs. Her fingertips trace the blueish-purple bruising and he hisses, she goes to pull away her hand but he's quick to hold it.

She gulped when she realizes he was holding her hand, then she meets his eyes and he was smiling at her ever so slightly, "You touched me," he stated matter-of-factly, "Because you're hurt, why are you hurt JJ?"

He ignores her question completely and repeats himself. With a sigh, y/n pushes herself away from him and walks deeper into the house. For a moment JJ thinks he might have fucked up and scared her away, but then she walks back in with a first aid kit and his heart runs with the wind.

She's cursing under her breath in a language he doesn't understand, and she forces him to stay still as she cleans off the blood of the cuts on his lips and forehead, then she proceeds to put a bandaid on them and try her best to ease the pain in his bruises, but she was no nurse and all she could offer was pain killers and pray he didn't break anything.

He sits up beside her and she's got her arms folded, still staring at him with a stoic face. "You're gonna tell me what caused this?"

He shrugs then winces, "My dad." he says simply and she presses her lips together, she doesn't need any more explanations, this was more than enough. Then she feels bad about asking in the first place and she's apologizing. "It's fine, you didn't know."

It was silent for a moment, then he's grinning at her like a fool, "You touched me." knowing she was never going to hear the end of it, y/n gets out of the couch and sits in the armchair across from him, "Don't flatter yourself Maybank."

He leans back and keeps his grin in place, "I meant what I said, you know," her heart almost skips a beat but she keeps her stare steady on him, "When I said I like you, I meant it. I do like you, and I would love to get to know you."

She shakes her head, "To what end?"

"What?" He asks, confused.

"To what end? I let you get to know me, and then what?"

He takes a moment to think about it, "What do you want?"

"I can't have what I want, not with you at least." It hurt the both of them, for her to say that and for him to hear it, but it was necessary. She knew he needed to hear this before he got any ideas before he got bolder with her before he thought about doing anything.

But what y/n didn't know about JJ, is that he's one stubborn man. "Why not?"

She scoffs, "Because, we're different, we're too different. Knowing guys like you, you wouldn't dare try to change yourself for me JJ, and I wouldn't ask you to because I wouldn't change myself for you either. That in itself should be enough."

He stares at her, unmoving and without a word, and when the engine of John B's car rings in their ears, JJ shrugs, "You don't know that."

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The school was less than a month away and y/n was trying to come up with multiple different excuses to not attend the first week but so far she's come up empty, she knows her parents know she's going to try to talk them into not letting her go but they have their reasons ready too.

You've been doing so good, I think you'll be alright, you're being dramatic, it won't happen again, and you'll be fine.

She wasn't going to be alright, and she wasn't doing fine. She's been ignoring the dulling ache by making new friendships and filling her time with pointless tasks to not think about anything from before Outer Banks.

It was Viola's eighteenth birthday and y/n couldn't bring herself to leave her bed, not after receiving her first notification for the day saying 'it's Viola's s birthday! Make sure to say hello &lt;3', the reminder she made a couple years ago making her curse her entire existence and wish it to go away.

Kiara tried calling her but she simply asked her to leave her alone, politely telling her that she hasn't been feeling well and that she will be spending her day indoors today. Kie understood of course, and she let the hijabi girl have her space.

JJ thought it was his fault, that what he said had pushed her away and it was his doings that causes her to not hang out with them today, especially since she's been looking forward to this boat ride for a while now.

By noon, y/n was barely holding it together. She sat on her bed with her knees pressed to her chest and her phone was across from her, her eyes glaring at it like it might go up in flames and it will save her the pain of going into Viola's contact and risk scrolling through their conversations.

She almost tears up at the idea, she's forgotten the last text she sent to her best friend before she died. It was the day of the shooting and y/n couldn't bring herself to open the app for days after, not until she received a text from Kie.

She almost burst into tears at the thought of texting her dead best friend happy birthday but she doesn't, instead, she rolls to the side and buries herself under her covers. For now, that's the best she could do.

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Kiara called her later that evening inviting her to a keg party on the beach that John B was hosting, pulling the 'you're gonna be with me and the boys and I promise it's gonna make you feel so much better' card, she couldn't deny her because she needed something to get her mind off of today, so she dresses up in black jeans, short-sleeved navy t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, matching her black hijab with them.

The location of the party was close, so y/n had no trouble walking to it. By now she's learned all there is to know about living in Outer Banks, how she and the pogues lived on Th Cut side of the island while the richer people were living on the other side, Figure Eight.

She was able to hear the loud music playing up ahead, but then she pauses when the party comes to view. She didn't expect it to bother her so much, but seeing the huge amount of teenagers at the place, made her skin crawl with the urge to turn around and run.

And maybe she would've done exactly that, had it not been for Kiara and John B to call out for her. She groans silently and smiles at them, Kiara was quick to hug her and the smell of beer and alcohol overflowed her nose making her almost gag, "I'm so glad you were able to make it! I'm so sorry about the alcohol, do you want a Dr. Pepper? JJ got you some."

Another wave of the urge to run out of there washes over her at his name and her eyes immediately meet his, he shows her the red drink in his hand and she smiles at him gently. "Thanks."

She was restless, from sipping at her drink to keeping her eyes on all the people around her, making sure to not stand too close to drunken boys and walk away when a girl with a joint walked her way and she jumped every time the kids around her cheered 'drink! drink! drink! drink!' at some guy that wanted to get wasted.

Kie notices and pulls her away from the crowd, "Hey, are you sure you're okay?" y/n chews at her bottom lip and nods, "Mhm, like I said, haven't really been feeling myself." Kie didn't believe her, but she frowns anyway. "Do you want me to walk you back home? You can totally leave if you want."

"No it's fine, I'll leave when I'm ready to go, don't worry."

Before she gets to reply, loud cheers wave through the crowd and they've pulled away from their conversation, their attention focusing back on the party they both gasp when some rich dude had John B by his head in the water, drowning him.

Kiara was quick to run towards them, yelling and begging Topper to let John B go, then she was trying to yell at his girlfriend to let him go, y/n just stood aside as her chest tightened and her body started to shiver, her eyes watered and her body froze.

Suddenly she's not at the beach in Outer Banks anymore, she's standing in the hallway. The cheers around her weren't shouts of encouragement to finish a fight, they were screams of horror and fear.

Her chest closes up her throat and tears prick at her eyes, her vision glosses over and her hearing fades. For a moment, she thinks she might faint, but then a loud, painfully familiar bang goes out and she gasps. One gasp and she's falling apart.

A scream tips off her lips and she's scrambling to get away from the violence, if it was in her head or in front of her she didn't know, she couldn't tell. But all she saw was JJ with a gun pointed somewhere and his fingers repeatedly pulling at the trigger.

Her throat was raw, scratched from her screams of absolute terror and deeply struck trauma. She tries to get away from him, from everyone, tries to crawl away unsuccessfully and then a pair of slender arms pull around her and keep her close, Kie's voice asking her what's wrong and telling her that it was alright barely makes it through the fog around her mind.

Her screams stop, but her trembling and tears don't. Kie helps her up to her feet, barely, and walks her towards the Twinkie. She helps her settle in the very back of it as her chest heaves and gasps leave her, her chest tightens on her and she tries to tell the brunette that she can't breathe.

But then JJ comes in view and she almost screams again, almost tries to crawl away from him, the image of him with a gun burning very vividly in her mind but her throat is too raw, in too much pain to allow her to do that so she whimpers and cries some more.

"What the hell happened back there?" Kie was shouting at JJ, scolding him as Pope tried to drive reasonably fast to the Cheatu, trying to keep their friend alive and well. "What's happening to her?" JJ completely ignores Kie and asks about y/n.

"She's having a panic attack because some fucking dumbass shot a fucking gun right next to her!"

Another whimper and Kiara wraps her arms around her, her tight hold brings her enough comfort to calm down as Pope and JJ make sure that John B was alive and well and warm within the walls of his home.

When her breathing got back to normal, when she felt like her heart wasn't seizing within her chest, y/n told Kiara to go check on John B as she is unsure if she was even able to walk right now. Kie hesitated, not certain y/n was even in the right mindset to be left alone, but then JJ comes into the van and tells her that he will be looking after the girl.

When Kiara leaves, y/n almost calls out for her and begs her to stay, but she doesn't. Instead, she pulls her legs closer to her body and avoids eye contact with the blonde boy across from her, she's fully aware of the horrible state her hijab is in and how it's probably showing a few strands of hair, but she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment.

"Are you okay?"

She breaks down at the question, tears immediately pool in her eyes and she couldn't help the single broken sob that left her, JJ doesn't hesitate in his action. He takes Kiara's place beside her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, gently bringing her closer to his body for a hug and allowing her to cry on his shoulder.

She knows she shouldn't do this, she knows she shouldn't let him touch her, but his arm was only on her shoulders, he didn't dare rub her back, he didn't dare try to remove her hijab, he just kept a gentle hold on her as she cried onto his shoulders. He gave her the chance to pull away if she wanted to, and she didn't.

Her hands gripped his t-shirt, she tried to calm down and not cry too much, thinking it might make her look like a child or a whiny crybaby. She pulls away after pulling herself together and covers her face with her hands, "Can you please turn around for a minute?" her voice is hoarse and dry, he nods and quickly gives her his back, giving her all the privacy she needed to undo her hijab and redo it.

"Thank you." he took it as his cue to turn back around, he also copied her position by pulling his knees up to his chest and he didn't even have to ask for her to know what was roaming his mind.

She sees the question in his eyes and she asks him one of her own, "Why did you—" she choked on words, then she takes a deep breath and tries again, but he's already replying. "We found a sunk boat this morning, we found a hotel key inside and we checked out the room. There was a safe with some money inside and the gun, I took them."

His trust in her was eerie, but she appreciated it. "Why did you have it on you at the party?"

He glances down, almost ashamed, "I couldn't just leave it at the Cheatu, I didn't mean to actually use it, I'm so sorry for scaring you."

The reality of the situation almost drowns her, "You had a gun, at a party full of teenagers. JJ what- what did you even want to do with that?!" she almost starts crying again, but she brushes away a stray tear frustratingly.

"I know you think this is bad—"

"Think?! It is bad! It's horrible and terrifying and heartbreaking," she snaps, "And it's even worse because you've probably never held a firearm a day in your life and you just went swinging it at a high school party!"

JJ knows better than to reply, he knows her frustration and panic at his actions from deeper within so he stays quiet and listens to every word she has to say.

"What if—" she cuts herself off, the image of a dying Viola in her arms invades her mind and attacks her, causing another wave of tears to pool at her lashline. "What if you accidentally shot someone? You know you could go to jail for that right?"

His jaw clenches, "Topper was drowning John B, what did you expect me to do?"

"Tackle him to the ground or something! Don't fucking shoot a gun at kids!"

JJ remains silent, and the silence almost kills her. A few minutes pass and he sighs, "Why did you move to Outer Banks, y/n?"

"What?"

"We asked you once why'd you move to Outer Banks and you said 'circumstances led us here', why did you move to Outer Banks?"

She stares at him, blinking repeatedly, wondering if he was playing tricks on her or if he was actually genuine with his question. She decides that it doesn't actually matter, "There was a shooting at my school," JJ was taken aback, he wasn't really sure what to expect, but it wasn't that. "I lost my best friend," remembering what day it was caused a tear to roll down her cheek, "She died in my arms because a guy with a gun decided to shoot at some kids."

He was apologizing before she even finished her sentence, JJ couldn't believe something so horrible happened to the girl that laughed at his sex jokes and helped patch him up after a fight with his dad. She seemed too pure to see such darkness, and he was beyond sorry for being the reason that darkness came loaming over her again.

He was tempted to hold her again, but the way she cradled herself told him that she wouldn't let him, so he settled on sitting across from her, continuous apologies tumbling off his rosy lips.

"JJ," his name with her voice pauses him, and he looks up at her with those gorgeous icy eyes. She sees it in his orbs, how truly sorry he was, how awful he felt, and it makes her feel bad for the way she reacted, although she's fully aware that it wasn't something she was able to control at the moment. "You didn't know, it wasn't your fault. I just hope you don't carry a gun around where you went."

He nods quickly, "I won't." y/n stares at him, trying to read his face or his body language, then she notices him hesitating. She tilts her head in confusion and he raises a hand facing her, his fingers parted and almost aching to feel her touch once again. She glances at his face and sees the pleading look in his eyes and then she's doing the same, the tips of her fingers meeting his own large ones and JJ lets out a breath.

He glances between her and their touching hands and she almost melts at the hearty eyes pouring out of him, "Thank you." She doesn't ask for what, she doesn't say a word. Just rests her chin on her arm as her hand fights the urge to intertwine her fingers with his.