#that said if the spin offs join DONT USE DARKNESS (I hate to be that guy but- why)

[no1ryomafan]

The subject of the getter manga spin offs came to my mind randomly today talking to some of my friends and I’ve been thinking about how IIRC the only major spin off manga to not be translated is High, aka the Mahjong one with a all girl team. The only other ones to follow are a manga made for the PS game and the “try to remember” manga that arma’s first 3 ep director made, but those are in a weird territory of spin off classification, at least compared to the others, but I also chalk up their lack of translations being their hard to find, especially because try to remember was considered lost media. (Until my friends randomly found it lol) But I’ve been wondering to myself something regarding that: While High simply could’ve never been translated because finding the proper scans could be hard, I feel another factor people gloss over it compared to the other spin offs is because there’s a absence of the OG getter team.

Because even though I talked about how Go team been not adapted properly in animes and the toei go show was likely overlooked because of that-to manga readers-I also note it is the only Getter show to NOT be fully subbed even though getting the footage doesn’t seem to be a issue. All the other getter manga spin offs feature the OG team in some capacity, most of them are their own tellings of getter so we get adaptations of the team. The only example I can think of that didn’t do this was Hien, but that had Hayato in it. Meanwhile High is a new getter team completely so people seem to turn an eye to it, even though the girl pilot is- very much clearly “Ryoma but gender bent” lol. (And I do know a handful of people who like her but not a TON)

I don’t wanna make bad assumptions about the fandom because it’s just more so how it goes, the first line of protagonist’s will ALWAYS be the most popular with there only ever being a few exceptions to this, but it is kinda a shame Getter falls victim of most of the fandom either liking Ryoma and/or Hayato the most-mainly Ryoma but I met plenty Hayato fans and y’all are insane /pos-and don’t really bother to bat a eye to the other characters which I just feel leads to these things getting neglected. And I’m- guilty of this but I’m trying to talk about the others more.

[sleepy3012]

A Hello Neighbor Au: I'm a bad girl?

Summary: Maritza joins the cult for a reason.

(Sorry 4 the bad grammer😔)

Suggested by: @cacciocavalloblu

The present: ......."Its dark, cold, and I hear the police arive at the scene of the murder...I watch from behind a tree as they take Mr. Peterson's body away....what have I done"

Three Days ago: I walk down the school halls wanting to go home but can't. As I get to the water fountain I hear my name being called from the anoucement intercon.

"Maritza Espacito please report to my office IDMEDATLY" 'It was Principal Abanate, But why would she call me to her office?' I think to myself.

On my way to her office random thoughts come inside my head 'What did I do? Did she find out I punched delroy...No that was a joke, Or that i threw my lunch at Finch beacuse she was bullying Nicky again? Or maybe she knows about how a fought with Trinity for putting my brother in Danger?'

Whatever it was I felt my heart racing as fast as a racing car. When I finally got to Abanate's office...I take a deep breath...and walk in.

"Oh...why hello Maritza...here take a seat" she says to me with a warm smile but somewhere in my mind tells me thats not a real smile.

"So? Why am I here Mrs. Abanate.. whatever it is I didnt do it." I say as my hands start to shake, 'God i hate when this happens' I think to myself.

Mrs. Abanate just sits there for a minute then stands up to walk around me in circles which starts to make me Even MORE nervous then....she stops and whsipers to me....

"Your a Dirty.Nasty.Evil.Rat" she says in the most meanest way possible.

I think to myself 'DID I JUST HEAR HER SAY WHAT I THINK SHE SAID?'

"W...wha-?" I say as the words spin around my head.

"Yes...you heard me, you are a evil rat...your a bad girl Maritza and you know it...Dont you?

I dont respond to her

She raises her voice "Anwser ME young lady tell me weatheir not you Know that you are a BAD person."

"I ...I....I DONT KNOW?!" I say in fear

I feel my anger and giult raise in me I really feel like punching her but that will just make things more worst.

"Oh....But you do know...your a nasty little girl who just acts brave towards others.

"NO!" I scream "YOU DONT KNOW THAT, YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT M-" I was then cut off by Mrs. Abanate.

"Maritza I know alot about you...All you do is betray and betray...to keep your parents safe...and your brother...you do it to keep him safe dont you?" She says in a soft tone.

"But-" I dont get a chance to finish

"No Buts...you know your a bad person..a bad girl...and you little friends might figure thar out soon..wont they..arnt you tried of your little friend Trinity of dragging your brother into stuff?" She says.

I start to remember what Trinity did to my brother...she almost had gotten him killed!

"Y...yeah...I i'm tired..of that." I say in deafet.

"Then join me and the rest of our cult...then you can protect...the people you care about..and you will never have to worry about trinity dragging your brother into any of our dangers...what do you think?" She says in a convicing voice

I start to Think, what if I do join them..what its a trick and they will betray me like I betrayed my friends...But if I dont join them...then..will I still be a bad person? A bad girl?

"Soo? Do we have a deal" Mrs. Abanate says with a smile.

I sigh and hope I'm making the right desesion..I think to myself 'For Enzo and me....I will never have to be a bad person anymore....

"I....Its a deal" I say.

Back to the present: Now i'm here watching and remembering how I had use the powers Crow face gave me to get that black book from Mr. Peterson...I sit there and watch him bleed out because of how angry I was at him...Because of what He did to Lucy...and Mya.

I make it to the cab and give Mrs. Abanate the black book as I feel her pat me on my head saying

"Good Girl Maritza~"

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Yuu is Tired

So idk what this is but I just had an idea for a drabble yk?? A bit angst. Yuu snaps and is GN and is on meds and stuff. I'm get back to reqs afterwards so enjoy

This is also kinda backstory for one of Juatclems reqs I'm working on and potential mean Yuu lore??? Anyways @blushing-concubus since u liked RSA Yuu

The Housewardens along with their vices all sit in Crowley’s office for an annual meeting. By some miracle, Malleus was there, probably because Lilia dragged them, however. As everyone settled in, Crowley took his seat, ready to start the session. “Alright, everyone so today-“

A knock at the door interrupts all of them, “I’m here headmaster, coming in.” You opened the door and visibly stiffened in surprise at everyone there, before giving Kalim a friendly wave back. Your eyes locked with Malleus for a moment, surprised to see your friend here, but a voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “Mx. Yuu, what are you doing here?” Your small smile dropped to confusion. “Did you forget, Headmaster Crowley? You said today you were available to talk to me… You know… About my situation…”

Leona sighed, just wanting to get this meeting over with, he hated prolonging these boring discussions, even more since Malleus was here. Riddle also huffed, such poor planning is making everyone waste their time. Trey put a hand on Riddle's shoulder to calm him. Vil wore the smallest scowl, glancing at the papers in your hand. Crowley looked around at the members there before clearing his throat.

“Ah… Aahhh yes, I totally remember! It was about your way home, yes? Terribly sorry Mx.Yuu but we are having a meeting right now, can’t this wait later.” You paused. Don't get upset. Don't get mad. “Well… I am also a prefect. Maybe I can join in until the meeting ends?” “Yuu, I’m afraid your dorm doesn’t have any other students, this meeting is for actual housewardens.”

Your heart sank at that. Putting off everything yet again. “Well can I just ask you the one question I have? It’ll be quick I swear!” “Mx.Yuu. I am going to have to ask you to leave.” “Right…” You sounded dazed for a moment.

You’ve been trying to have this conversation with him for a full year now. A year has passed with no information regarding your situation. And there has been no support for you as a foreign student both mentally and academically. You've spent a year here in total darkness with no support. “Sorry but uh… I’m not leaving until we discuss this.” “Pardon?”

"I mean…” You refused to bite your tongue now. “It’s not like you would have considered anything they say anyways. You would just drop all your work on me again like you usually do after threatening my basic right to food.” Besides Ruggie choking back snort, the room went deathly silent. “Mx. Yuu…”

“No. None of that. If I dont bring this up now, it’ll never happen.” Your voice was stuttery and a bit wobbly. “I-I I mean- I’ve been trying to talk to you about my situation for a year now and just- every time it gets dismissed or something. I can’t even talk about my problems or get help with my stay here.” Azul and Jade perked up at this, cogs spinning in their mind to create the perfect contract.

“Like, for example, I am always laughed at or humiliated for asking basic questions. I’m new this this entire world and yet everyone expects me to know everything! People are always upset when I dont know of some obscure wizard from a few hundred years ago or old trends that were popular.” 

Crowley sighed, making your blood boil. Your voice sped up, used to being cut off. “It’s really impacting my grade and there's no support for students with similar problems.” Crowley interrupted, “It sounds like you just need to study harder.” You didn't hide your irritated expression. “I did! I have been! I’ve been trying my absolute best but I don’t have a phone and the library doesn’t have anything beginner friendly! I-I mean—``''There are plenty of books in the library and teachers to help, you have no excuses.” 

Your voice trembled, a year's worth of frustration building up, finally coming out. “Okay then, tell me who Nikola Tesla is! Explain to me what Thomas Edison did! If you don't know them surely you must know of Julius Caesar or Cleopatra right?! You see? It's not that easy! And no matter the explanation I give you, you would still need to know more about my world to fully understand anything! And not only that but Grims grades can impact mine? It's not fair!”

You were breathing heavily and you seemed panicked. Crowley tensed up, trying to diffuse the situation. Trey and Riddle both cringed, this wasn’t going to be good. “No, no. Listen to me. I know nothing of this world that I was dragged into! On top of that I have no basic necessities— I barely got my own toothbrush a month ago— and I dont have the medications I need to be mentally okay even though I’ve been requesting them for over a year now! I-I just! ... On top of all of this I need to worry about food and do your job for you. I-it’s just not fair. It’s all taken a toll on my mental health and I just want to go home.”

You locked your eyes with Crowley “Please for the sake of my mental health tell me you have found something. Anything. I need to go home. I need my medication! I can’t be here anymore, I can't take it- I'm scared. I'm scared to even be alone with myself now. I see no way out besides…” You choked back a sob. “Please. Please tell me something. Anything. I can't take it anymore. The stares. the judgement. It's so… suffocating...”

Everyone turned towards Crowley, giving him a few judgemental and wide-eyed stares. Crowley cleared his throat “Mx. Yuu… Finding you a way home is going to take a while. We still don't know what dimension you even—``''Bullshit!” You snapped, glaring at him.

“Bullshit! I had visions about coming here before I did and you were there. Hell, I've been having visions and hearing voices and seeing things since my time here. I don't know if I've officially lost it or what, but…” You paused, to take in a breath. “I mean- You think I managed to deal with all these blots by myself? Don’t get me started on how you expect me to somehow be okay with them after everything too, I have fucking scars on my body that no magic can fucking heal, and you expect me to act like everythings okay?” The housewardens and a certain Vice-Housewarden looked away, guilt building up inside when they watched you pull up a sleeve to show your damaged arm.

“Do you not hear how insane it sounds— And-and-and— you guys don't even have a therapist here to talk to! Fuck, it seems I’m the schools only therapist having to deal with everyones problems and of course no ones there for me because why would they be!” Your voice was getting louder. “I’ve been predicting everything so far! I've been the one having to just… deal with all of this, all while being hungry! It's not fair!” 

You gripped the sleeves of your oversized and dusty uniform. “And I know you have to know something from what I’ve seen. I've reached out to RSA!” Rook’s eyes lock with yours for a moment and you swear you see his expression seem sad for once in all the time you’ve known him. You feel everyones staring at you. Some angry, some guilty, some sympathetic. You can especially feel the shock, most notably from your horned friend along with the floating tablet now on mute.

“RSA, says they know shit about interdimensional magic. I've told them about my situation and they actually offered to take me in and help! Fucking Chenya even said they offer help for foreign students! I don’t know if your just that incompetent or just scheming Headmage, but I am not leaving until you sign these transfer papers. And you are just to transfer me, not Grim. I am still pissed that you dropped him on me and consider us half a student!” Your breaths steadied as you calm yourself.

“I am done, Crowley. I am leaving, and you are going to approve of it.” You stared into the yellow orbs that peaked from behind his mask. Your voice cracked. “Please.” You can't imagine how they would’ve reacted to you foreseeing the future long before you came here. Where NRC is in ruins and the housewardens had to fight a very familiar looking cat…

You don't care if they called you selfish. You e been selfless your entire time here and that got you nowhere. So maybe you have to be selfish...

[bigmammallama5]

Because how close Supergirl and Sentinel are, how Sentinel is more gentle with sg, the public thinks they are a couple

Kara is super offended that she's not paired with Lena.

Adds 10 years to Alex's therapy

Cue the f!Guardian

sdjghlsg ok so i was just gonna post a meme but i was feeling inspired for the first time in 84 years. i still dont have the space to open up ask prompts yet, but here u go, and thank you for the ask!

read on ao3

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Kara buried her face in her hands with an uncomfortable whine. On the high metal table she was leaning against a stack of tabloids had been scattered and flipped through, a couple of the nastier ones were crumpled. Pinned to the surface under her elbow was the latest edition of National City Mail. It was a full page, full color photo of Supergirl with her arm slung around Sentinel’s shoulders, her body leaning tiredly into the more slight form of the sleek vigilante. The angle of the photo and the way her eyes were downcast gave off the impression that she was leaning in to kiss her.

Super Saved by Sentinel, Sparks Sizzle!

“I hate tabloids. Soulless vultures.”

Kelly rubbed soothingly across the back of her shoulders with a concerned sound. It had been a growing issue ever since Alex had started working as Sentinel, everything getting even more messy when Kelly had joined the fray as the new Guardian in gold armor.

Supergirl and Sentinel, Is there something MORE?

A Super Save, Sentinel Snatched from Harm’s Way in a Close Embrace

Soft Spot for Sentinel? Supergirl Sings Praises

On and on the blithering headlines went, spinning tangled yarns as she and Alex worked more and more together in the public eye. Kara picked her head up and roughly shoved the tabloid away from her as if it stunk. Across the metal table Alex was stony faced and silent. She was also a little green around the gills.

“Kelly you should kiss Alex next time we save the day.”

“Not the right move, Nal.” Alex warned, not even bothering to look at Nia.

Nia bit her lip to keep from laughing, but Kelly wasn’t as tight lipped with a soft giggle. “Well you can’t just tell everyone you’re sisters. Maybe distant cousins could work?”

“Still not helping, sweetie.” Kelly softly turned Nia down. “It was a good thought.”

“I just don’t know what to do.” Kara whined. “Why Sentinel?” Kara griped.

“You two are, like, obviously buddy buddy even in costume.” Nia looked at her as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

“But I’m like that with you!” Kara whined a little louder. “With Kelly! Even more so with Lena!”

Nia just shrugged. “I dunno, dude. Tabloids are weird like that. And the more you protest the more they double down. Though it doesn’t help a lot of people think you’re together. Don’t ever go in the twelfth floor break room at CatCo.”

“I’m going to need so much therapy for this.” Alex muttered, her dark eye makeup a little smeared from when she had hidden her face in her arms earlier.

Kara crossed her arms across her chest, feeling put out and jealous and a whole manner of mixed up ugly emotions.

“I wish they would leave me alone. But Sentinel? If they want to catch a picture of me with anyone I’d rather it be Lena.”

There was an awkward silence for a beat and Kelly filled it with an uh huh. Kara froze.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” Kara laughed nervously and glanced around, the heated embarrassment of her accidental semi-confession creeping up her neck and face.

Alex grimaced sympathetically. Nia’s wide eyes were trained over her shoulder and her mouth was pressed into a thin line.

“Could you all give us a moment, please?”

Kara’s heart dropped through her stomach and out her ass as Lena spoke up quietly behind her.

Fuck.

She had really done it now.

Kara looked beseechingly to Alex for help, but all she got was an apologetically mouthed sorry and her sister was high tailing it out of there. Nia kept her mouth shut but gave Kara a somewhat supportive thumbs up and flip to finger guns as she left as well. Only Kelly, kind and supportive, gave her forearm a gentle squeeze and whispered one last bit of advice.

“You’ll be fine. No more secrets.”

She gave Kara a no nonsense look with a quirk of her brow, and then slipped away leaving the two of them in the room alone together. Kara could feel the space yawning open between her and Lena and she knew Kelly was right. No more secrets. She took a deep breath, straighted up with squared shoulders, and turned-

Lena was right there.

Right in front of her, barely two feet away.

Kara forgot what she was going to say.

“Hi.”

Lena’s green eyes were dark and roving all over her face, cheeks pink. “Me, huh?”

Kara swallowed thickly and nodded, afraid to say something even more stupid.

“Why me?”

Just the two simple words lanced through her paper thin defenses and words were spilling from her mouth like a geyser.

“I just-you’re amazing and so smart and honestly I don’t think I’ve had a better friend-and you’re so smart I haven’t had someone to talk to who knows as much as I do since Krypton and-and-Rao Lena you’re gorgeous too I’m almost intimidated-but you’re so kind and understanding and empathetic and if I could tell the world how amazing you are every minute I would because you’ve-”

Kara’s back collided with the table as Lena careened into her, her lips hot against her own as slender arms wrapped tightly around her neck. She steadied herself and breathlessly returned the affection as tabloids fluttered to the floor.

[yaomomvs]

TAKE OUR HAND

seijoh x manager!reader

in which aoba johsai vbc just wants you to take their hand, just as the many times they have reached for yours when they needed it

pls i’m sorry i just wrote this for comfort, in having a terrible week and so, i just really need my seijoh boys to comfort me even if it’s just in my head and just so you know, and as i’ve been trying to convince myself, things always get better

tuesday, [15:56 pm]

“nice kill yahaba senpai!” kindaichi congratulates his upperclassman.

his voice makes you react, it scared you. still holding your pen and the notebook you always carry around even on normal practice days, your hand threatens you in the most scary way possible.

fuck no, just... breathe.

you are quick to leave aside the notes, and so, you look around to the boys, who just after the coach’s whistle sounds they are quick to approach your spot.

you take the water bottles as quickly as you can.

“oh y/n-san, i know we are irresistible but you can’t just slack off admiring us!” makki teases you laughing.

“if our dear manager is admiring someone is obviously me” oikawa says, before taking a sip of his bottle, slightly making you blush even more.

“i don’t think she likes idiots who still watch youtube conspiracy videos at 3am”

“iwa!”

“weren’t you the one with a secret obsession for romance manga, iwaizumi?” it’s mattsun time to expose his friend. iwai mi doesn’t hesitate and he runs directly to matsukawa, while kunimi brings out his phone to start recording the chaos in the gym.

you don’t listen.

your head hurts, and then, you once again feel this weird thing in you stomach. you have been feeling like this for the past week, and you try to ignore it . but sometimes, you just want the world to stop.

you can’-

“y/n senpai?” watari calls your name, and you notice his furrowed brows looking at you, worried. you blink and correct your posture. you had just zooned out. “is everything ok?”

“ah yes watari kun!” you force your self to sound relaxed because you feel the sudden gaze of the entire team “i was just thinking in a smart way to insult oikawa, but i’m worried he won’t understand tho”

“hey! you said i was your favorite”

you fake laugh once again assuring everyone that you were just fine. the day goes on, and somehow is becomes more difficult to just stay down not worrying about anything.

and they notice.

you don’t walk home with the guys today. instead you run to the bus not before excusing yourself with an ‘urgent family thing’

“just please don’t let makki eat so much ramen today!” you giggle as you run to the bus “i’m not in the mood to dealing with diarrea!”

“that was a secret between us darling!” the pink haired guy screams cheeks blushing.

and maybe you were just too distracted, but before you face them away some of them notice how quick your smile fades.

“you know guys” yahaba is quick to say “call me crazy but, why did she lie?”

—

wednesday, [10:22 am]

when was the last time you actually enjoyed school? not practice, but school itself. seeing numbers everyday in the board that you don’t understand is frustrating. your throat hurts, there’s has been a not there since the begging of the day.

swallow it, y/n, dammit

you decided to take this class, don’t blame the world, blame yourself. isn’t it supposed to be simple? why isn’t it being simple? is that... 

"Square root of 57 is equal to Xo, miss" 

"alright!" 

it is not like it’s a race, you want to say. why was the teacher obsessed with speed?, it’s unfair. your time is not the same as that of others. 

you drop the pencil and you recline in your chair, why couldn’t you do operations and analysis as fast as they could? you take a look around and the eyes of others look frightening. you see ambition, you see security, you see admiration.

the bell rings and you just want to run, and well in a way you end up doing it. leaving your homeroom, you tell your friends that for today you want to be alone, the halls of aoba johsai are big, for your fortune or misfortune. you go to the vending machine and when your drink falls, the minimum noise makes you startle, lately it’s like that, small noises or actions affect you way too much.

and iwaizumi notices it.

you don’t make a single move, it’s just the cold drink resting on your hands. and before iwaizumi could stop mattsun, he was already putting his hand on your shoulder.

“y/n!”

the orange juice spills and once again fear takes hold of you.

you see them both, you’re not stupid and you know hajime stares at you weirdly, and now mattsun, you hide your fear it a bit worse than yesterday, but you do anyways.

"someday, Matsukawa-san, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME! and what will you do without me?" you try to say cheerful, wanting to take away the suspicion, for a moment it works.

"flunk history, that leads me to..." 

"no, sweeheart, i won’t give you my homework" 

you walk and both guys follow you, one faster than another, very naive of the situation. "I begin to believe you hate me," says Mattsun, as the three sit on a bench near the school cafeteria casually encountering kunimi who quickly joins you, patting the folds of your skirt as you sit down, you rest on the table and admire his needy expression and as the tantrum of mattsun grows.

minutes go by, your chest pain grows, but somehow you know how to let it go.

 with your hands supporting your face, lunch passes between you and kunimi, you try to talk, you really try. 

but still, your eyes just glow, and kunimi notices how it’s not the glow you always have.

—

thursday [12:03]

your head is spinning, you can feel the cold sweat. will this be the time? why do you feel so small? why can’t you say it?

it’s familiar, you recognize this feeling, an ocean, you’re floating, you know you can swim, but, you’re in the middle of nowhere, you look down. Out of nowhere the intimidating depth of the ocean is beneath you. And then, you sink. You feel like you’re drowning, you feel like you’re fighting the tide, but you just can’t do it.

i just need...

no, it’s not time yet, it’s still training. the boys... you’re the one who should take care of them, you’re the one who has to be be fine. they had no time to lose, they had a goal and for the moment that was the most important thing.

On that bench, your gaze is absent, you know it is so.

and through the window that overlooks your classroom, oikawa notices it too

“y/n...” he mumbled.

of course he’d noticed. at first it was not so clear, but now he remembers.

when kindaichi pinned your dark circles to him, while admiring you by fitting volleyballs in a way not of your own.

makki watches oikawa from your side, you don’t even know the pink-haired guy is there, unaware that he’s sitting next to you. but he notices. he’s been noticing for days that your eyes are threatening to close in the middle of class.

hanamaki catches your attention and instantly that mask you’ve been wearing for weeks appears again.

"hanamaki, i’m fine"

it doesn’t convince them. they both look out the window and nod.

oikawa notices, and god, he wished he had no reason to.

—

friday [14:00 pm]

breathe.

please just... breathe.

you’re fed up. the feeling of guilt and discomfort is still there, can’t you be calm? people don’t need to know, but why do you want to shout it?

the dressing room is alone, the girls from the soccer team are out and it’s your only chance.

the team needs you, hold on a little.

your footsteps are heard in the hallway once again, a symphony you’re tired of listening to.

your chest hurts, your heart is aching, but you just need a little more. hands are shaking, the cold in your body, you need to stop.

you have to make them stop.

but when you walk into the gym, even with your eyes down, all you feel is warm. and it’s because, the boys were standing, aligned begging for you.

no, they beg for your sake.

and everything stops.

one hand from him on your neck, and one hand around your shoulders.

because oikawa, without warning, now has you in his arms.

and then, only then, you break.

tears don’t take long to come out, along with desperate sobs. your legs fail and out of nowhere, you and oikawa are on your knees.

with an alarmed look, the whole club runs towards both, surrounding you as sensibly as possible.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry I’M SORRY" is heard from you, between hiccups.

“love, listen...” iwaizumi approaches you,somehow he managed to catch up with you, somehow he managed to hold your hand.

"i promise i didn’t want to, but i can’t, i can’t anymore, why can’t i? i try and i try and i keep trying but it’s never enough! IM TIRED OF SEEING SOMETHING AND NOT BEING ABLE TO PROCESS IT LIKE THE OTHERS. I’M TIREDD OF NEVER FULFILLING WHAT I SHOULD”

yahaba’s heart aches, and just as most of the team, is shocked.

your hands, oh your adorable hands, those hands that bandage his in the middle of an important game, he sees them shaking horribly between iwaizumi’s.

“AND I’M SCARED, WHAT IF I LOSE YOU BECAUSE OF THAT BECAUSE OF ME? BECAUSE OF HOW I AM I-“

watari is quick to place your hair gently behind your ear, a kunimi covers you with his jacket.

“I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I DONT RECOGNIZE MYSELF” you lower your voice, its cracked now “oikawa I don’t recognize myself, I want to be me again" you whisper, and a knot appears in the captain’s throat, and he puts a hand on your cheek "please... just let me be me again" your throat burns, your eyes get redder.

the gym goes silent, your words still echoing in everyone’s head.

“why didn’t you-���

“i just couldn’t” you blame yourself cutting oikawa off “look at us! we are waisting time on me when we should be- i’m the one who has to- im you support not-“

“hey hey, love...” iwaizumi whispers his voice is filled with sweetness, letting you sit correctly and softly rubbing his thumb in your hands “how many times have you been there for us? y/n your hand is always there”

“that’s true” kyotani says, finally saying something, emotions overwhelmed him a lot, but he genuinely wanted to help you.

“there’s something about you, there’s light” kindaichi follows up.

“no matter where, or how bad we are, somehow you always are helping us stand up” mattsun also tries to carefully approach you, he wants nothing more for you to feel safe.

and oikawa’s arms were still around you. he never stopped.

“we have reached your hand so many times, so now it’s time for you to please take ours” oikawa holds you face, and you see the sincerity and kindness behind his brown eyes, it feels like home.

mattsun does a sign asking the coach for a day off, both of them smile tenderly at you and give the green flag. iwa and makki are next to hold you carefully helping you stand up. they help you stop shaking but it’s mad dog the one who wipes your tears away with a tissue watari handled him. still not knowing if he did it the right way. you still feel kunimi’s scent. you still see kindaichi holding your school bag making sure nothing is missing. yahaba is the one bringing you water. and oikawa still refuses to let you go.

all of them feel like home.

“thank you”

and that’s how you know everything is going to feel fine.

because this club was yours and you were theirs.

this was home.

[lexi-evans]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚢 | 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚇 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

“come on!! This way” He motioned.Ron and Ginny marched in obediently; Hermione, Neville, and Luna squashed themselves in after them; Harry took one glance back at the thestrals, now foraging for scraps of rotten food inside the dumpster, then forced himself into the box after Luna.

“Ready, y/n? ” He held out his hand, you happily grabbed it. Meeting the others.

“Whoever’s nearest the receiver, dial six two four four two!” he said. Ron did it, his arm bent bizarrely to reach the dial. As it whirred back into place the cool female voice sounded inside the box, “Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business.”

“Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger,” Harry said very quickly, “Ginny Weasley, Y/N Y/L/N, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood . . . We’re here to save someone, unless your Ministry can do it first!” You looked around boringly.

“Thank you,” said the cool female voice. “Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes.” Half a dozen badges slid out of the metal chute where returned coins usually appeared. Hermione scooped them up and handed them mutely to Harry over Ginny’s head; he glanced at the topmost one.

After the verification, All of you entered the Atrium. You carefully scanned the Arena. “where's the security? ” You asked, finding no one at the place.“I don't know, Hey! Hey!Y/N!Sweetheart, stay close to me! Don't wander if like that, you're gonna be me a heart attack” Harry grabbed you're hand, his firm grip tightened making sure you're close to him. “eh? Sorry for trying to have a little fun, Harr” You said, playfully.

As you all walked towards the lifts. Man, they were noisy. You saw Harry clicking the button '9' . With that the lift started moving very fast. Causing you to hug Harry.

Ginny giggled when you looked over Harry's shoulder you saw Luna hugging her lover tightly. Ugh, I ship it. They're such a cute couple.

“Department of Mysteries,” and the grilles slid open again, all of you stepped out into the corridor where nothing was moving but the nearest torches, flickering in the rush of air from the lift.

Harry turned toward the plain black door. After months and months of dreaming about it, he was here at last. . . .

“Let’s go,” he whispered, and he led the way down the corridor, Luna right behind him, gazing around with her mouth slightly open.

“Okay, listen,” said Harry, stopping again within six feet of the door. “Maybe . . . maybe a couple of people should stay here as a lookout, and —” “And how’re we going to let you know something’s coming?” asked Ginny, her eyebrows raised. “You could be miles away.”

“We’re coming with you, Harry,” said Neville. “Let’s get on with it,” said Ron firmly. You didn't even hesitate, walking towards the door as they were talking.

“Y/N? Y/N!! Hey-dont!!” Too late. The door already swung open. He caught you and now he started scolding you. “Harry—We have to go! Now! ” You dragged him a long with others by your side.

You guys were standing in a large, circular room. Everything in here was black including the floor and ceiling — identical, unmarked, handle-less black doors were set at intervals all around the black walls,interspersed with branches of candles whose flames burned blue, their cool, shimmering light reflected in the shining marble floor so that it looked as though there was dark water underfoot. “Wow, so cool” You were about to run, again. But Harry caught you. “you're not running away, Missy”

Suddenly, all the lights lit up and sound was heard and the walls seemed moving. You cling on to Harry's side, this time listening to him. “stay by my side” He whispered. You nodded, feeling a little bit scared of what might happen next.

For Harry you kept on repeating the words in your head. Suddenly, everything just... Stopped. “what the hell was that all about? ” you asked, throwing daggers at the doors.

“I think it was to stop us knowing which door we came in from,” said Ginny in a hushed voice. “uh-huh” you said, gripping Harry's hand tighter. “I'm right here,Darling, don't worry! ”

“How’re we going to get back out?” said Neville uncomfortably. “well, that doesn’t matter now,” said Harry. Harry walked straight towards another door. “Luna stay by my side” Ginny said, protectively. Holding her girlfriend next to her.

Opening it, it wasn't shiny like the before once. In the room middle was there a huge tank in green water number of pearly white objects that were drifting around lazily in the liquid.

“Even if I feel like swimming, I'm not swimming with those in there” you said, bluntly as other laughed. You tend to smile in serious situations so that's no surprise for them.

“Aquavirius maggots!” said Luna excitedly. “Aqua—what? ” you asked, confused. “Aquavirius Maggots” she repeated. “Right, Aquavius Faggots” you beamed. Luna sighed.

“Dad said the Ministry were breeding —” Hermione cut her off.

“No,” said Hermione. She sounded odd. She moved forward to look through the side of the tank. “They’re brains.” “Brains?” you asked bewildered.

“Yes . . . I wonder what they’re doing with them?” Harry joined her at the tank. “I'm really starting to hate this place, now. ” Harry caught a glimpse at the horrified face of his girlfriend which is enough for him to decide.

“let's find another door” He stated. “In my dream I went through that dark room into the second one,” he said. “I think we should go back and try from there.”

“Eh, I wonder if you were dream about me Harr” You said, teasingly. He rolled his eyes. While walking.

You allhurried back into the dark, circular room; the ghostly shapes of the brains were now swimming before Harry’s eyes instead of the blue candle flames. “Wait!” said Hermione sharply, as Luna made to close the door of the brain room behind them. “Flagrate!”

The sound from earlier came again and now another door has appeared. This time there's a veil in the room, no bright blue lights like before. The place felt really odd. Hermione kept saying we should get out but Harry wouldn't budge.

“What are you saying?” he said very loudly, so that the words echoed all around the surrounding stone benches.

“Nobody’s talking, Harry!” said Hermione, now moving over to him.

“Someone’s whispering behind there,” he said, moving out of her reach and continuing to frown at the veil. “Is that you, Ron?”

“I’m here, mate,” said Ron, appearing around the side of the archway. “can’t anyone else hear it?” Harry demanded. “I can hear them too” said Luna. “They're whispering” you said, Pointing the veil.

“they're people in there” Luna stated simply. “what?” Ginny pulled Luna away from the veil. “Luna Baby you can't go around trying to touch stuff like.. That! Something might happen to you, okay? ”

“Let's go” Harry grabbed you're hand pulling you towards the door. He tried to open it but it wouldn't. “it's.... Locked? Hermione! ” you moved away, letting the smartest try it.

“Alohamora! ” she casted but nothing happened. “great, we're stuck” You huffed. “Aww, baby don't give up now” Harry cooed but the frustration is clearly visible in his face. Neville rolled his eyes. "Why Neville? Sad Zabini isn't here?” you teased. “shut it, Y/N” He said, playfully.

“Is—is that who's I think it is? ” you pointed the knife laying on the floor. Harry picked it up “It's sirius it's his” as the walls are spinning, you found yourself staring at the new door. “This is it!” As Harry’s eyes became more accustomed to the brilliant glare you saw clocks gleaming from every surface, large and small, grandfather and carriage,

hanging in spaces between the bookcases or standing on desks ranging the length of the room, so that a busy, relentless ticking filled the place like thousands of minuscule, marching footsteps. The source of the dancing, diamond-bright light was a towering crystal bell jar that stood at the far end of the room.

“This way!” Harry led all of you. You simply followed him, anywhere he led you. You trust him, and you'd do anything to make sure he's okay. “D'you think I could find mine? How cool would that be? ” You said, to Luna who agreed knowing how cool that would be. “Yes, it would be nice. Y/N, but we shouldn't” she said, softly patting your back. “I know I'm just saying”

For him, even if it mean you have to sacrifice yourself. You zoned off thinking of you're prophecy is here or not? Or you're parents? “I don't think sirius is here” you're head snapped towards him.

“Harry. . . ” You squeezed his hand, placing your hand on his shoulder. “After coming all the way... ” He looked down, disappointed. “Harry — this thing got you're name on it” said, Ron.

He took the prophecy. Examining it. Suddenly black shapes came out of nowhere and now surrounded all of you. You held you're wand steadily. Glaring at Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.

“give it to me, potter” Lucius held out his hand. Harry refused “where is sirius? ” He's trying to contain his anger. You can feel it. He's triggered. “Give it to me, potter” He said, yet again a little more Harshly.

His fellow death eaters laughed. “I want to know where sirius is?!!! ” Harry demanded. “I want to know where sirius is!! ” Bellatrix mimicked. You're grip tighten around the wand.

“Shut up, Bellatrix” You said, angrily. She glared at you “Oh, look the little one can talk” She mocked.. “I can do more than talk” You said. “enough” Said, Lucius.

“I know you’ve got him!” more of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman still laughed Loudest of all. “Why don't you shut up, it's so annoying” you said, making a Disgusted face towards the lunatic woman.

She snarled. “it’s time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter,” said Malfoy. “Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands.”

“Give me the prophecy and no one would get hurt” He gestured towards You, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Hermione and Ron.

Harry Rose his wand steadily ready for battle. “what kind of prophecy, does Voldemort want? ” Harry asked. Threatening to drop the ball.

“You dare to speak out his name? ” hissed Bellatrix. “Voldy” You said, causing others to giggle. She shot a death glare towards you. “I've go no problem saying Vold-”

“Shut your mouth!” Bellatrix shrieked. “You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood’s tongue, you dare —” “Shut Up you filthy pureblood! Just because you're pureblood doesn't make you any better than Voldemort” She hissed at your words.

“Did you know he’s a half-blood too?” said Harry recklessly. “Voldemort? Yeah, his mother Was a witch but his dad was a Muggle — or has he been telling you lot he’s pureblood?”

“STUPEF —” “NO!” Harry kept stalling them until you guys were ready to make a run for the door. “NOW!!! ” He yelled as all of you started sprinting. “REDUCTO”

Curses and spells Echoed through the walls. You and Harry got separated in the middle and now you can't find him. “Y/N, this way” Ron grabbed you're hand and started running.

“STUPEFY!! ” you yelled when you saw a death eater Approaching you and Ron. “EXPELLIARMUS” The red light shot from right behind you, Ron's wand flew out of his grip.

“Levicorpus” You yelled sending away the death eater. “Let's go let's go, come on, Ron” Both of you lunged towards where Ginny and Luna were.

“Luna watch out” You shot "stupefy" Just in time before it can hit Luna. “thanks Y/N” she smiled. “Expelliarmus” you're wand flew out the grip. “Expelliarmus” Ron Shot the spell at the man.

“Let's do this Muggle way, then” You cracked you're knuckles. Harry came in just time but stopped when he saw you lunging towards the death eater punching him in the face.

He rose his arm you caught it twisting and threw him the other side as some of the prophecy's hit his head. “Do Not Underestimate a girl” You dusted you're hands grabbing your wand.

“Harry!! ” You gasped when you saw him smiling proudly. He walked over and hugged you tightly. “That was amazing, Love” He gave you a kiss as a award, dragging you with him towards the door.

“HERMIONE!! ” you heard Ron screaming, you found him and three of you started searching others fighting any death eaters come on your way.

you got separated from everyone. Suddenly a death eater came and got you. Then everything went black.

“Crucio” You heard, Neville screamed, his legs drawn up to his chest so that the Death Eater holding him was momentarily holding him off the ground. The Death Eater dropped him and he fell to the floor, twitching and screaming in agony.

“No.. ” You're eyes bloodshot as the scene in front of you was terrifying. “Oh, Look the little baby woke up!! Had a nice dream? ” Bellatrix Laughed. “Yeah, I did! I dreamt about kicking Your Ass” You spoke gritting you're teeth.

“Now, Potter, either give us the prophecy, or watch your little friend die the hard way! And you're little girlfriend here is going to suffer” Harry looked at you, “No...Harry.. NO!!” He's going to give away the prophecy!!!

“Sorry, baby” Harry gave you an apologetic look. Bellatrix snorted. He held it out, Mr. malfoy Grasped within his hand immediately. Suddenly, two more doors burst open and five more people sprinted into the room: Sirius, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley.

“Let go off, her!! Now!! ” Remus held out his wand pointing towards the death eater who held you. You clearly forgot you were being held??? “That! Won't be necessary professor” You bought up you're leg high enough kicking him right in the shines, as the death eater fell on the floor holding his pants.

“Take that sucker” You ran towards Remus, who's smiling. “good job, N/N” He gave a pat on the head before heading off to fight the other death eaters.

Kingsley was fighting two at once;Tonks, still halfway up the tiered seats, was firing spells down at Bellatrix. You see Harry was being held by death eater. You ran upto him. “Hey! Arsehole” He turned his attention towards you, his grip loosen on Harry. “Harr—Duck” everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

Harry pulled away. As you kicked the death eater right in the face. He fell on the floor his hood falling off. Showing his face, Mcnair? “You? You were the guy supposed to kill buckbeak? ” You attack him again but Harry pulled you off.

“petrificus tortalus” Harry hugged you tightly, “I was scared... I thought I lost you” He whimpered. “You'll never loose me, You can have me all for yourself when we get back, okay? Now let's Fight” he nodded.

You somehow managed to find your wand, and started taking on death eaters. “Impendimenta” You shot towards another death eater who's trying to attack tonks. “Thanks, Kid” she smiled.

You took on one after another. You were too busy to even see Dumbledore has arrived. “Come on, you can do better than that!” You heard Sirius laughing. Bellatrix shot another spell, Oh No the veil. He missed it and you know Bellatrix would not let him live any longer. You ran as fast as you can using all the energy left in your body. No! No! Sirius!!!

“AVADA KAD-” You pushed him before he can fall into the veil. This is it?? Is this how you're gonna die? You thought but unfortunately you stumbled on to your left resulting on kissing the floor.

You winced in pain. You heard sirius yelling “Expelliarmus” you slowly sat on wincing even more. It hurt like hell. You're lower lip burst as you can taste you're own blood. "Y/N!!! ” Sirius ran to you, kneeing reaching down for you. Remus heard Sirius he catched a glimpse at you're small figure. Horrified, He sprinted towards you.

“Why'd you do that for??!! You could've died!! Now you're hurt” Sirius exclaimed, you're lips played a small smile. “Y/N? Y/N are you okay? ” Remus kneeled next Sirius. You nodded. “If it means I could save you, I'll take my chances siri” You're voice pained but you didn't care. Remus was shocked hearing the younger. Yes, Remus know how much Sirius means to both Harry and Y/N but he didn't think like this?

Sirius is important too, like everyone of you're friends to you. “Don't ever do that to me, again!!” said, Sirius As tears escaped his eyes. He hugged you placing a soft kiss on top of your head. Remus smiled. “If I'm ever going to be in you're family then you're my family too, sirius” you pointed towards the promise ring on you're hand Harry gave you.

“Does it hurt, Y/N? Can you move? ” Remus examined the wound on your knee. You shook you're head. “No... I don't think so professa I can't feel it” You stated simply as it doesn't matter. Even after he left Hogwarts, you never missed a chance calling him professor. Honestly, he always felt proud to have you as his student.

“we're getting you out of here, you already got hurt enough” Sirius and Remus slowly helped you stand up. “But—” “No means No, Y/N. No buts” Sirius said seriously. Remus chuckled. “Molly will take good care of you, okay? Go with him” Remus kissed your forehead.

You glanced at Harry one last time before Both you apparated to Grimmauld place.

“Remus? Remus? Have you seen Y/N?? And Sirius?? I can't find them? ” Harry asked, worriedly. “She's hurt, Harry. Sirius took her back and they're fine” Remus explained, calmly shooting spells and hexes at the death eaters.

“Y/N, Oh my god what happened to you?? ” Molly exclaimed giving a hand helping you as they leapt you towards the room.Both of them,carefully lied you on bed. “Sirius” it came out more like a whisper. “I'm here, Y/N. I'm right here” He took your hand into his. “Harry.. ” You said before darkness took over.

“How did this happen” You heard Harry's angry/worry voice. Your head pounded as the images from earlier came back. “She tried to save Sirius, Harry. And she did save him then she fell down, right after she saved him” Remus spoke softly. There uneasy Tension in the room? You didn't like it. “Again” Added Tonks. Everyone fell silent.

“I hope she'll alright” Luna said, worried about her fellow partner. Ginny hugged her. “she's going to be fine, Luna. She's just injured and needs... Rest”

“Harry... ” You open your eyes, then closing them again trying to adjust the light. “Y/N!!” He helped you sit up. “You made it back” you said in hoarse voice.“Y/N...” He looked at you with tears in his eyes. As he was neatly seated next to you.

“Hey—I'm fine, really. ” more tears escaped his eyes he buried his head into your lap crying. “Aww, baby I'm so sorry for scaring you but see I saved Sirius now you don't have to worry about anything. Look I'm a hero now” You spoke ruffling his hair.

“or is it more like. Heroine? Either way I'm great” you joked, a few chuckle left from others. “I love you” He murmured. You smiled softly. “And I Love you.... ”

“Bloody Hell, Y/N! You scared us!!” Ron said, dramatically. “Oh, shush Ron! We're glad you're fine, Y/N” Hermione smiled at you. You nodded. “You never fail to surprise me, L/N. Never” Neville shook his head smiling a little.

“You can't get rid of me that easily, Neville! Besides who's going to tease you about zabini everyday eh? ” You joked. Causing the rest to laugh.

Sirius walked over sitting next to you, and hugged both you and Harry. “Now Now!! Enough with the emotions here I think I might be sick.!! ” You said, jokingly. “Molly~~” You whined, Mrs. Weasley smiled. “Yes, dear? ”

“I'm starving” you pouted. “Alrighty then, Everyone hurry downstairs,Time for dinner!!!” said, Molly as she hurried downstairs. “Y/N? ” Harry called out.

“yes, Harr? ” you replied. “Marry Me” He breathed. “That my dear Harry Potter, I shall gladly” you giggled. Remus and Tonks chuckled. “Welcome to the family, Y/N” Sirius said, happily. Him and Remus exited the room. Going downstairs.

Ginny sighed “when should I propose you, Love?” she asked Luna who giggled. “How about Right now? ” “Hey, Luna! You both are not 21 yet!? No marriage! ” Ron said, being the overprotective one.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “God, I love these kids” Tonks said, laughing at the younger one's. “Trust me, Tonks! You'll love us even more when you see Sirius and Remus with Rainbow colors hair tomorrow morning” you said, giving her a playful wink.

“How did you—” “I have my ways, People” You laughed. “the little devil, you are” She ruffled you're hair before leaving the room.

“I'm serious, Y/N” said, Harry. But Y/N laughed “I thought he's sirius”. “Y/N...” you stopped laughing, for real this time. “I actually want to marry you.. Not now but maybe in the future, y'know when there's no dark wizard trying to kill me? ” He said, playing with your hand.

“Right, of course I'll marry you... After you defeat noseless!! ” Everyone burst into fit of laughter knowing it's actually true.... Noseless Voldemort. Hilarious!

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✾a/n: now that fic has finished.. Which one do you guys reckon I should post next? Hermione Granger fic or else Drarry X reader Fic? *sigh.... * there's a lot going on with me right now, and idk why I'm so moody lately. Everyday seems like hell and I just don't have any luck? It's like no. Matter how much I try.. Everyone still seems to think very less of me. Anyways, I hope you guys have a great day and also don't forget to like and follow for more♡ I love you all so much💚

[koba-baboba]

moony

a/n: hey look a new series because i got overhwhelmed by in the dark. this will be a self indulgent story so its ok if you dont like it. im trying a new writing style so let me know if its any good. this isnt really edited so read at your own risk. shout out to anyone who can figure out which part of this chapter i inserted after it was done.

chapter 1/? word count: 1628

warnings: none i think. a weeny bit of blood.

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towering trees and bright flowers are all i can see for miles, it was the most beautiful thing ever. mother held my hand, swinging it as we walked along the dimly lit dirt path. "happy birthday my love! how does it feel to be 6 hm?" mothers words are soft and full of love as she looks down at me fondly. "not much differnt, i think im taller maybe?" i screw my face up trying to think if i felt taller or not, i *felt* taller. mother laughed heartly as she looked around us. "youre almost past my hip now! youve definitely gotten taller." mother cooed still looking happily at me. i smiled, i *am* almost past her hip now! i swung her hand even more as we contiuned on our walk. "dad doesnt like to go on these walks does he?" i questioned, looking up at mother. "he doesnt like to get his fancy shoes dirty, Alexander has always been that way" she reasured me softly. the bush in front of us rustled, mother excitedly pulled me down to crouch so we didnt scare the critter moving towards us. i wiggled excitedly, hoping it would be a bunny. "stay still. maybe its a deer" mother whispers into my ear. the rustling get louder before a dirty tired looking man stumbles out. mother pulled me up harshly and hid me behind her. i tried to peek out at the man but she shoved me behind her again. i suddenly remebered what day it was, the full moon. i clutched to mothers shirt as she put a hand on my shoulder.

"can i help you sir? you look ill" mothers voice is shakey but firm. "now that you ask... i do need help"

im on my back on the floor, its uncomfortable and bumpy. my hands are wet and warm, it feels gross and sticky.i raise my hands to my face, theyre red? i turn my head to see if mother knows whats happening and... the man is on top of her, his teeth digging into her neck. shes screaming, crying, "m-mom?"

"mom?" i whisper but im not in that forest anymore, im on my bed in my room. i look around my room, at the posters and drawings on my wall that i made myself, at my trunk and bag near my door. it takes me a second to register the knocking at my door. "andi we need to go" a sandy haired man says softly as he pushes through my door. its just remus, im safe. i push myself up to sit on the edge of my bed and run my hand through my messy curls. "are you alright sweetheart?" remus- dad, asks me softly. "nightmare" i mumbled sleepily. he sighs and sits down next to me. he rubs circles against my back. "its always worse after the full moon, give yourself some patient love" dad said softly, he knew i wouldnt actually give myself time to bounce back. it was frustrating to admit i needed time to heal, i didnt like admitting i was differnt. dad sighed and kissed my forehead gently "get dressed, you can eat at the weasleys, molly will have plenty of food for you"

i pull my t-shirt and worn jeans on and try desperatley to make my hair less of a mess. i dragged my trunk downstairs towards dad who was waiting patiently at the door. "ready? molly will have some ointments for you when you get there."

"i double checked this time" i chuckle, more than once ive forgotten something important, my school supplies werent exactly cheap so that wasnt exaclty ideal. dad chuckled and looped his arm through mine and, with a loud pop, we landed at the burrow. my second home! i live here as often as i do at dads house. it was the most brilliant house ive ever been too.

the door flew open and two lanky twins came flying towards me. fred and george collided with me, hugging me tightly. i giggled squeezing them tightly. Remus put his hand on my shoulder “I’ll see you at the train station, be safe” and with a pop he was gone.

“He never comes inside” a sweet voice came from the doorway. A plump woman was looking fondly at the three teens. She opened her arms wide, beckoning me forward. i smiled and wrapped my arms around molly. “Hello dear” she cooed into my hair. Molly pulled back and looked me over, cupping my face and turned it side to side, examining the new cuts and bruises i donned. She hummed

“Ginny! Ron! Come here!” Molly shouted as she pulled me inside, the twins following.

“She’s going to coddle you” Fred whispered into my ear with a little chuckle. i rolled my eyes as i followed molly into the kitchen where Ron and Ginny had just rushed in.

“Andi!” Ginny bounded towards me wrapping her arms around me and hugged me like it had been years since the last time she had seen me. Ginny had always looked up to me like an older sister ever since she could speak. i hoisted Ginny up and into my arms spinning her around. god i loved the weasleys, every one of them, including percy.

“I’m a little offended you didn’t do that for us” George huffed feigning hurt.

“Yeah come on andi, I thought we were your favourite” Fred added, mimicking his twin.

“Now when did I say that boys” i teased as i plopped Ginny back on the floor. The twins rolled their eyes before throwing their arms over my shoulders. the twins did this to me so often, we were always joined at the hip in some way.

“I dunno I just have a sneaking suspicion that you like us” the boys said in unison. i snickered and gave Ron a happy “hello”

“Now now boys don’t be too rough on her” molly scolded shooing the twins off of me. i sighed, Molly always had a tendency to treat me like i was fragile. “Oh come on mum it’s not like we’re throwing her around” Fred whined. “We could if you wanted” George whispered. The trio had learned early on that the best way to annoy the younger groups was to mock flirt with each other. After awhile it became an inside joke that the three found hilarious. Much to everyone’s dismay.

“Come on andi let me clean you up” Molly’s words are sweet but insistent. i know better than to argue with molly over this stuff. Molly is a excellent healer and it would be stupid to deny her help. i looked over at the twins who are grinning ear to ear, they did warn me i suppose. i rolled my eyes once more before following molly to the living room. i sit down on the sofa the twins and i often crowd. It was far too small for three lanky teens. Molly began rustling in a little bag near a bookshelf. She was humming a song and shaking to a tune only she could hear. Ah ha! Molly exclaimed as she pulled out a little jar full of white paste.

“This will help it heal a little faster, it won’t keep it from scarring unfortunately” molly starts excitedly before mumbling off the last part. i knew this, magic was wonderful but it couldn’t prevent scarring in most situations. i had more scars than i cared to count. Molly cupped my face as she smeared the paste over my wounds, i winced slightly. no matter if it had numbing ingriedents or not, this part always hurt

“I know it hurts, just breathe” molly humed. “Do you have anymore?” Molly questions looking me over. “You know the answer to that question” i chuckled dryly as i stood pulling my shirt up with me. Revealing a bandage stretching across my stomach.

Molly sighed, she hated seeing her kids hurt, not that Andi was her kid but it certainly felt like it. Molly peeled the bandage off slowly trying desperately to keep it from hurting too much.

i shuddered biting back tears as i felt the bandage pull healed skin with it.

The twins were watching from the doorway as molly tended to Andi. They knew what Andi looked like after full moons but they never got used to the gashes and bruises she dawned afterwards. Fred turned away, he felt sick to his stomach, he loved Andi, he wished he could take this from her. She didn’t deserve it.

Molly patched andi's stomach up once more and pulled her shirt down over it.

“Put this on your face twice a day and I’ll help you with your back until you go to school then then ask one of your friends to help” molly instructed waving her finger at me to enunciate her words.

“Yes ma’am” i mock soluted, i knew how much that annoyed her. i turned towards the door way and gave George a lopsided grin and peeked past him at Fred who was leaning against a counter.

“Want to show me what your letters talked about?” i said my tone dripping with mischief. The twins faces lit up as they grabbed my hands and dragged me up the stairs, giggling like kids the whole way to their room.

“What are you three planning??” Molly shouted up the stairs. She knew those three were troublemakers at heart. They had been since they met when they were 7. Remus needed help with Andi after a rough full moon and the rest is history. The three of them managed to turn rons teddy bear into a spider once.

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Boats And Ships (1)

~After being separated with your best friend, him going into Gryffindor and you go into Slytherin, following your family, you dont talk like you used too, until one day something in you snapped, you feel anger and hatred for everything but one.

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I walked down the dungeons stairs like every other day after class, alone and flustered with detention every day of this week.

“What's your problem Reyna?” Draco asked as I burst through the common room door and sat on the couch with my hands crossed. “Who did it this time, who am I hexing for you? He asked sitting down on the couch next to me.

“No one Draco, I hate potions and I hate detention,I didn’t even do anything wrong,” I mumbled kicking my shoes off, almost landing in the fire and shaking my had. “It’s so dumb, all I did was nothing, nothing is what I did,” I huffed leaning back and looking up at the roof. 

“Well if you count hexing Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom nothing then I agree with you,” Draco chuckled standing up. “I still find it funny,” He chuckled putting his hand out. “Care to join me in the great hall, see what trouble we can get into?” He smiled flicking his eyebrows.

“I could use it,” I smiled taking his hand and standing up. “Try not to get me in double detention with trouble, I don’t need it right now,” I laughed following Draoc up the stairs I had just walked down in rage a couple minutes ago.

“Nope, just going to see what Potter and his little friends are doing, see how I could annoy them today,” Draco chuckled making me smile. “What’s the worst that could happen,” he said tossing his hand over my shoulder.

“So,” I sighed as we walked down the hall. “This is fun,” I chuckled leaning my head on his shoulder. “You know I never thought I was gonna be put in Slytherin you know, something about it but my family, i’m not sure what they would’ve done if I wasn’t put in,” I admitted slowly getting in a state.

“I can say the same, i’m not sure either, don’t tell anyone else cause i’ll have to kill you,” Draco started saying. “But you’re my best friend, and I hope you know that if you have anything to talk about, i’m here cause I understand, many because our families are the same,” he chuckled making me lift my head up. 

“Draco, i’m here for you too, always, don’t worry I don’t plan on telling anyone,” I chuckled opening the hall doors and lifting my head up, Draco's hand slipped off of my shoulders as we walked in.

“Hey Draco,” Pansy chuckled as we walked over to the table. “Reyna,” She said coughing and rolling her eyes.

“Pugsley,” I said back sitting beside Draco, I looked behind me, Dean Thomas, that man was something else, there was a time where we were inseparable, our families were so close, but then hogwarts came around like a title wave, separated everything. I shot him a small smile then turned back around.

“Hows detention?” Goyle asked shoving food into his mouth. “I hear snape has you sorting out bugs and all the disgusting things,” He said making me look at him more disgusted.

“Yeah sure, it’s bad,” I huffed picking up a apple and taking a bite. “I think I might just go to bed soon, i’ve lost my apiated for anything else,” I whispred to Draco, he looked over at Crabbe and Goyle who were starting at each other, shoving food into their mouths and seeing who could eat more. My stomach starts rumbling and my head started pounding, everything just spun around me.

“Potter!” Draco called out catching my attention. “Is it true, is it true you fainted?” Draco asked making me roll my eyes, I stood up and left the common room, giving him a annoyed look and walking out. I ignored all the stares I had gotten and Draco’s words to Harry, I just walked out, walking all the way to the courtyard.

“Oh god,” I whispred to myself putting my hand on the tree and through ups, I bend down, holding one hand on my stomach and the other on the three.

“Are you okay?” Dean Thomas asked catching my attention, I wiped my mouth and sat up, looking at the dark haired boy who walked towards me. “Rey,” He said stopping before he could get away. 

“I’m fine Dean, I just needed to get out of there, i’m just not feeling so well,” I whispred leaning against the tree. “I’m fine,” I said not feeling so fine.

“Let me take you back Rey, I insist,” Dean said walking towards me and grabbing my hand. “We’ve done this before remember, when we were both sick, we both helped each other out,” Dean said smiling.

“Dean we haven’t talked in years,” I croaked leaning my head back. “I’m sorry,” I whispred lifting my head up and looking at him. “I really am,” I said feeling my head spinning again.

“It’s okay Rey, people change people, but look we’re talking now,” The tall boy said almost leaning complete over me. “Come on, i’ll get you back in the school, you don’t look so good,” Dean said wrapping his arm around my body.

“Dean I am sorry,” I whispred leaning my body against him. “I think I can make it to the hospital wing, i’m not sure I can go back to my room tonight,” I mumbled thinking of the best.

“I’ll take you Rey, I don’t want you getting sick or fainting on your way there,” Dean said walking into the school. “It’s freezing, take my sweater,” He said slipping his arm off of my quickly, I placed my hand on the wall and watched Dean slip his sweater off. “Remember, you did the same for me, I owe you,” He chuckled handing me the sweater.

“Dean,” I whispred grabbing his sweater and putting it on. “I’m not feeling so well,” I whispred leaning off the wall, using my last bit of energy to fall onto Dean, closing my eyes, listening to the heartbeat in my head.

~

“She got hexed is what happened, when she wakes up i’ll have her drink this and she’ll be perfectly fine,” Pomfrey said, I fluttered my eyes open, looking around, Draco was pacing around the room.

“Who hexed me?” I asked looking at Draco who snapped his neck around and looked at me. “i’ll kill them,” I mumbled placing my hand on my head.

“There will be no killing tonight Miss Mamba,” Pomfrey said shaking her head at me. “Sit up please, and drink this,” She demanded shaking up a bottom in her hand. “It won't taste so good,” She warned handing me the bottle, I sat up looking inside. “Drink up,” She taunted, I looked at Draco then at the bottle, putting my lips on the edge and shoving the whole thing down my through.

“That was nasty, it was like a combination of rotten pumpkins and beetles,” I coughed wiping my lips. “Am I free to go, I promise I won’t hex anyone,” I huffed looking around the room.

“Yes Miss Mamba, you shall go, and tell that tall boy that was here earlier that I said thank you for the pie,” Pomfrey said walking out of the curtained area.

“Dean was here?” I asked Draco crawling out of my bed, still wearing his sweater. “Where is he?” I asked grabbing my bag from the ground.

“He was here before I even got here, Dean Thomas, you know that boy that hangs around with longbottom,” Draco said opening the curtain, walking me out. “Are you okay, I hope you know whoever did this won’t be laughing for long, you almost gave me a bloody heart attack,” Draco said slipping his arm under mine.

“Draco I promise, i’m fine, I just wanna go to bed,” I whispred leaning my head on Draco's shoulder. “Thank you for walking me back, we’re getting vengeance tomorrow, I hope you know that,” I chuckled making Draco chuckle along with me.

[venomslayer]

Things that Erik and Gajeel have in common and true facts. I decided to share a huge list that connects these two even though they hardly have any scenes together.

- Started off as villians in their own arc

-both used ruthless means to get what they wanted

-both had important roles in their prior guilds. Gajeel with Phantom Lord and Erik with Oracion Seis as huge threats and their guild masters overall depended on them to defeat the hero

- Depised and humiliated women in the Fairy Tail guild. Gajeel - Lucy, Erik - Erza

- both developed close bond to their animal companion. Gajeel - Pantherlily, Erik- Cubellios

-both were impulsive in their early introductions but slowly matured early on

-In prior guilds had others to boss around and mock

- First dragon slayers to reveal their scales and claws to look intimidating

-Both share an official spin off together as team mates in Fairy Tail Gaiden Rhodonite

- Dragon slayers regardless Gajeel is first generation and Erik is second generation

-Didnt believe in dragons existing until later

-Like all dragon slayers someday will go through dragonfication

- Hate Natsu and tried to kill him

-defeated by Natsu with lucky shot

- Like to hang out by themselves if possible

- Get extremely annoyed with their guildmates

-Still dont know much about their past lives especially Erik

-Helped out to defeat dragons in the Dragon Eclipse Arc. Located in the same area fighting a dragon

-early life we know they were orphans kids,

-The only thing that changed them from being evil was a girl

-Supposedly met after the Tartarus Arc...which I don't buy. Manga never verifies they havent encountered sooner in the series

- Have chemistry and work together as a team without double crossing the other. Single handedly took care of a group of slave traders without the assistance from anyone

-No one knows they worked together

-Have similar wardrobe styles

-Share the dragon slayer curse of motion sickness

-Originally worked at dark guilds

-Abused in some way and used as pawns by guild masters

- both threatened/bullied by guild masters into a guild they didnt want -Crime Sorciere for Erik, -Fairy Tail for Gajeel

-tolerate their guild master and not really liking them

Erik and Gajeel keep things to themselves

-both have guild masters that have/had connection to the Magic Council (Brain and Jose) Makarov currently still has power in the Magic Council

- In Fairy Tail City Hero au spin off both were gang members (unfortunately we only saw Erik and not Gajeel's past from his time)

-liked to humiliate and play around with their enemies

-Erik is immune to poison and Gajeel has a strong resistance to it

-both met and joined an Alliance with all the other dragon slayers to defeat Acnologia

-both the girls Levy and Kinana live in Fairy Tail and have an affection bond with said slayer

-called out for being shy/akward around girls they like

-both ended up canonly with a girl at the end of the series

- both treated like crap and comedy relief after they are not a threat anymore to the guilds

- forced into a canon heterosexual ship due to fan pressure

@fuckyeahcojeel

[bella-spil]

2 Romeos & 1 Juliet- Part 5

Part 5.  Fem reader.  Bucky takes reader on second date.

Warnings: implied smut, cursing, drug use.  (definitely a darker story, but I didn't make it too dark, so don’t worry.)

Word Count: 4.2k

Taglist: @angrythingstarlight​ @sea040561​ @kmuir1​ @wednesday-add-em​ (join the list, it’s small, but the more the merrier!)

A/N: sry @kmuir1​ that this took so long.  I Didn’t have time, the usual.  But enjoy!  Sry bout the photo, I thought it was part 4, but its 5. shit

(day of second date with Bucky Barnes)

You had woken up this morning, tired at first but full of energy when you realised what day it was.  You practically jumped out of bed.  Your excitement alone was your energy source as you took a shower, got dressed and headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

When you got to the kitchen, you found Loki making breakfast, surprisingly.  Steve, Tony and Thor were waiting patiently for the food.  Tony was arguing with the two of them for not knowing who AC/DC was.

“Are you fucking kidding me?  What is wrong with you people?  Y/N, please tell me you know who they are?” Tony pleaded.

“Mr. Stark, they have some of my favorite songs so of course I know them,” you said.

“See?  She knows,” Tony smirked.

“I am not of Earth, so of course I won't know this AC/DC person,” Thor said.

“Yeah Tony, and I was under ice for 70 years,” Steve argued back.  Tony just said there and placed his hand on his face, not even trying to hide the disappointment on his face.  You giggled as you prepared yourself a plate.

“Hello there, Y/N,” Loki greeted.

“Morning, since when do you make breakfast?” you asked.

“Since I feel like it,” Loki smirked.  He was making french toast and sunny-side-up eggs, and he was in a very cheerful mood.  You found this odd since Loki was never a morning person and he hated cooking.  And when you looked back to Thor, you could tell he was thinking the same thing.

As soon as Loki finished making the food, Bucky stumbled out of bed.  He was still a little tired, and his long hair was sticking out everywhere.  But as soon as he smelled the food, his dark mood lifted and he rushed to get food.  All of the boys were trying to get as much food as they could, shoving as much as they could on their plates.  But then, they remembered that you were up as well.

“Oh sorry Y/N,” Steve shrugged. “Here, take some of mine.  I know that Tony and Bucky won’t share.”  

“Thanks Steve,” you chuckled.

Steve and Tony were talking while they were eating about an upcoming mission while Thor and Bucky were having a competition to see who could eat the fastest.  Bucky, of course, won with ease, but Thor was pretty close behind.  You and Loki were giggling to yourselves as you watched them.  

“Hey, Reindeer, can I get some water?” Bucky asked, out of breath from eating so much in so little time.  Loki nodded and went over to the cabinet to get the glass.  When he gave Bucky the glass, he had a weird look on his face.  But he always did, he was the God of Mischief for Pete’s sake.  

About an hour later, Bucky was not in his best shape.  He was more tired than normal, he looked like he was going to throw up, and just a complete mess.

“Bucky are you ok?” you asked at lunchtime, where Bucky didn't even touch his plate.

“I’m, I'm fine doll,” Bucky said.

“Not your not, you're burning up!” 

“Doll, I’m fine.  I'm not canceling my date with you,”

“Barnes, go get some rest.  It's ok, you can pick a day when you're feeling better.” you assured him.  His eyes were full of embarrassment.  He felt bad that he had to feel his worse on his date with you.  But he listened to you and you led him to his room.

You helped him get into bed.  You tucked him in and pressed your lips to his forehead, giving him a well deserved kiss for comfort.  As your lips left his forehead he gave you a smile before he closed his eyes and rested.  You could tell he was going to be out for the rest of the day, so you went to your room to relax for the rest of the night.

~~~

At about 4:00 pm, you were rewatching Stranger Things when a knock on the door interrupted.

“Who is it?” you grunted.

“Bucky, open up!” Bucky said through the door.

You did as he said and opened the door for him.  You didn't expect him to look so refreshed.  He looked the complete opposite of himself from earlier.  His hair was groomed, he wasn’t in his pajamas, and he looked full of energy.

“Hey doll, I just wanted to let you know that I feel much better and we can go on your date now,” Bucky said.

“Wait are you sure?  You didn't look good this morning,” you said, concerned.

“I’m sure Y/N, now get ready.  We are leaving in two hours.” Bucky said.

“Hold it Buck,” you said, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt before he left you there.  “Where are we going?”

“If you want to know so badly, we are going to a 40's diner, so wear something vintage.” Bucky smiled before heading to his room to get ready. 

You smiled and headed into your room to look as vintage as possible.  You went through your closet for the closest thing you could find that looked like it was from the 40’s.  But then you remembered for Halloween one year that you were a swing dancer with Nat and Wanda and you found your old costume.  It was a white and black dress.  It had a black collar and it was off the shoulder.  When you spinned around in it, it moved with you, catching the wind and giving a vibrant and lively flare.  

You also were able to find a pair of low, black pumps that complimented the dress perfectly.  And to add a little kick, you put on a pair of ruby earrings that Tony gave to you for your birthday last year.  

Then, you moved on to your makeup.  You had to look up YouTube videos for what type of makeup women wore back then.  But your eyes were set on a look that looked simple yet elegant, perfect for tonight.  The makeup artist looked so natural that it took your breath away.  She had on light amounts of foundation, blush and highlighter.  The only things that stood out were the bright, red lips and the wing of black eyeliner.  You also knew that you didn't have any red lipstick, but you knew someone that did.  Natasha.  So you sent a text to her, asking her to give you the lipstick and help you with your hair and makeup.  A few minutes later she responded, saying she would help and be at your room in 10 minutes.

“Open up!  I have your stuff!” Nat shouted.  You chuckled to yourself before opening the door for her.  

“You ready, girl?” Nat said after giving you a hug.

“Yes ma’am,” you nodded.

“Bathroom now.  We gotta get you all dolled up,” Nat said.  

She led you into the bathroom where she had you sit on the edge of the bathtub while she prepared the makeup and hair tools.  You also gave her a photo for some help, to give her an idea of what you wanted.  She studied the photo for a minute before working her magic.

“Nat?” you asked as she was working on your eyeliner.

“What? Don't move or you'll mess me up,” she said, trying to focus.

“How do you know if you want to be with someone for the rest of your life?” you asked.

Nat took a deep breath, not sure of how to explain.

“Well, I only act like I know everything.  But I do know one thing.” Nat started.  

“If you are with someone, but you only like them just because everyone else does, or because you feel like you have to, it won’t work.  Nothing like that lasts forever.  But if someone that you like makes you feel nothing like that, you know that that person is special.

“That special someone should make you always feel happy, or at least try to make you feel happy when you're not.  You should feel important, special, confident, and happy whenever you are with them and whenever you think of them.  That person should love you for who you are and not force you to be something else.  If they do, that's not true love.” Nat explained as she finished taking your hair out of curlers.  

“Thanks, Nat,” you smiled.

“Anytime, hun,” Nat grinned.

“One last thing.  How can you tell that someone wants to be with you for the rest of your life?”

“Well, they will do anything for you.  Even if it means they die trying.  They will make you feel amazing and everything you want to feel with them.  But they will have a certain look in their eyes that explains it slightly better than I can.  Slightly.  But even if they dont show it 100% of the time, you should know deep in your heart that they love and care about you.”

“Now look in the mirror,” Nat said, applying the final touches.  As you saw yourself in the mirror, you gasped and covered your mouth with your hands.

“Don’t do that!  You'll ruin the lipstick!” Nat panicked, taking your hands off.  You giggled and checked every detail that changed.  Your hair was in a classic curled look.  The curls were unnatural looking, but they looked a lot more neater.  Your makeup was flawless and the whole look was something from a movie.  You looked like Marilyn Monroe, but a more modern version. 

“Wow.  Natasha, thank you! Thank you thank you!!” you squealed.

“Of course, hun.” Nat smiled.  “Now, go out there and finish the job.  Go show Barnes what he will get if he wins you over.”

“Thanks Nat,” you sighed as Nat smirked.  You opened the door and went downstairs but the doorway again with Nat behind you.  When you got there, Tony, Steve and Sam were eating dinner.

“Who is that?” Sam said, shocked at your sudden change in style.  He gave you a little cheer, which made you blush.

“Damn girl,” Tony said, giving you a whistle of approval.

“Wow Y/N.  You look like all the girls from the 40’s.  Just better.” Steve smiled.

“All the girls that swooned over you or the ones that rejected you?” Nat snickered.  Sam and Tony were laughing their asses off while Steve gave Nat a death glare.  She just smiled and winked at you.

“Wow,” Bucky said.  He was waiting by the doorway, like last time, but you didn't see him at first since Steve, Tony and Sam were distracting you.  He had on a white T-shirt and dress pants with black suspenders.  And of course, he had his signature dog tags on.  He also had a box of chocolates and a bouquet of white roses for you.  His hair was tied back into a man bun and he shaved his light stubble.  Overall, he looked very different than what you were used to seeing.  He looked neater, more put together, and very happy.  Also out of breath from seeing you.

“Hi Bucky,” you said as you walked over to him.

“You look like something from heaven, sugar,”

“Not too shabby yourself, Barnes.” you smiled back.  

“You’re such a dreamboat,” Bucky gushed, taking your hand and leading you to the car.

“So are you,” you blushed.  He smiled back at you and gave you a kiss on the cheek before opening the car door for you.  

While you were in the car, Bucky put on some old songs that he grew up with.  Most of them you didn't know, but they were all great songs.  He was singing along and smiling, making you laugh and join in with him.

Then a little bit later, you guys made it to the diner.  Bucky was being very polite, opening the door for you, and always saying “ladies first.”  You always found yourself blushing around the Winter Soldier, and it was kinda annoying because you did it so much.  As you made your way inside, a waitress led you to your table for the night.  

While walking to the table, you found yourself looking at every corner of the diner.  Tons of red, cushioned bar stools, the checkered tiles, an old jukebox with tons of records to choose from.  Everything about this place looked like a movie set.  It was so old yet full of life.  And tons of people filled the tables, all in a good mood.  You and Bucky made it to the table, smiling and looking at some old school menus.

“So doll, what will it be?” Bucky asked, clearly already knowing what he wanted. 

“Well I don't know, what do you think is good?” you asked.

“If I were you, I wouldn't leave here without a milkshake.  But, I would get the meatloaf.  Here, they make it so it doesn't taste like liver.” Bucky said.

“Liver?” you asked.  “Ok fine.  And I am definitely going to get a milkshake.”

Then a few minutes later, the waitress gave you both a glass of water and took your orders.  Her name was Nancy, and she was a very sweet old lady.  She had short, curly, gray hair, glasses and rosy cheeks.  She looked like Mrs. Claus.

“What is the weirdest thing you ate in the 40’s, because the liver sounds pretty bad,” you mocked.

“There’s one thing that will gross you out.  And it's worse than liver,” Bucky grinned.

“Oh lord,” you sighed.

“Jello,” Bucky said.

“Jello?” you asked.  “Seriously?”

“No, no.  It's not the jello you're thinking of.  It kinda is though but it's worse.” Bucky said.

“Why is it worse?”

“Because jello was eaten for every meal.”

“Every meal?  Even dinner?”

“Even dinner,” Bucky said.  “They even had chicken jello where they would put chicken and tons of vegetables inside.”

“Bucky stop, I'm gonna throw up on you,” you laughed.

“Don’t you do that,” Bucky teased.

Before you knew it, your dinner was served.  Bucky also got meatloaf like you, but it wasn’t only meatloaf.  There was a side of mashed potatoes and it came with a side of gravy to pour on top.  As soon as you put a piece in your mouth, you knew you wouldn't be able to stop.  It tasted too good to be true, like a Christmas dinner.  When you finished, you felt your dress getting tighter on your stomach and you knew it wouldn't be too long before one of the seams popped.

“Doll, do you wanna dance?” Bucky suddenly asked.

“What?”

“Do you wanna dance?”

“I don't dance, and I don't know how people in the 40’s danced.” you said.

“I’ll show you how,” Bucky smiled.

“I’d hate to step on your shoes,” you teased.

“Don’t worry if you do.  I might be a little outta sync as well.” Bucky said.

“Fine, just give me a minute.  I gotta go to the restroom.”  you said getting up from your seat.

Bucky smiled at you as you left.  He was just waiting for the moment when you said, “I love you Bucky.”  He just hoped that he could convince you before “That son of a bitch Loki” did, as Bucky would call him.  

As you were in the bathroom, Bucky looked around the room to make sure that nobody was looking at his table.  He wanted to be as discreet as possible.  Just like he was when he was the Winter Soldier.  His Winter Soldier skill set kicked in as he took one final swing of the room.  

Then he looked into his pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic bag.  It had something white and small inside, shaped like a pill.  Bucky has this pill to help him cope with his days as the Winter Soldier, but tonight this little pill had another use.  

Rohypnol, also known as roofies, forget-me-pill and R-2, and one of the top three Rape Drugs in the world.  This drug is like Xanax, but it is approved for medical use, making it easier to get.  Easier to use on others.  It makes people feel very sleepy, confused and they can often forget what happened when it kicks in 30 minutes later and stays like that for hours on end.  It also lowers your defenses, meaning you wouldn't be able to use your powers against him or attack him in any way until the drug wore off.  

When you put it in a drink, it's often colorless and it doesn't have a taste or smell, perfect for knocking out enemies without them knowing.  It can also make the person who took the drug feel weak and have trouble breathing, making it harder to move their body.

The perfect drug to claim you as his.  Once and for all.

When Bucky put the R-2 in your drink, he felt his old, evil, torn apart come back from the dead.  The Winter Soldier in him resurfaced for the time that you were gone, alive and well like the Devil.  His grin stretched further than the Grinch’s and the bubbles fizzing in the cup only fueled his desires even more.  As he was basking in his glory, the song “Feeling Good” by Michael Buble started playing in the background.  He felt like the ultimate super villain in that one moment.  Nothing, absolute nothing could top this moment for him.

When you came back from the bathroom, you felt more refreshed.  You came back to a happy Bucky, happier seeing you back in front of him than when you were gone.  

“Miss me?” you teased.

“Oh toots, you have no idea,” Bucky said.  

Then in the background, an old song, “Pennsylvania 6-5000” by Glenn Miller came on, a song you didn’t even know existed.  

“Wanna dance?  I’ll teach you, just come with me,” Bucky offered, standing in front of you, holding his hand out.

You took his hand as he led you to the middle of the diner.  He had to figure out the timing for the beat before he started dancing, but it all kicked back in once the time was right.  He started moving his feet forward and swinging his arms to the beat.

“C'mon doll, join me!” Bucky said and you tried your best to copy his movements.

“See this isn’t bad right?” Bucky teased.

“Yeah, yeah you made your point,” you rolled your eyes.  

Then the beat started to pick up, and more eyes from others made you tense up and Bucky, being able to sense it, distracted you.

“Don’t worry ‘bout them, doll.  In no time, they will be joining in with us.” Bucky assured you.  

You nodded and kept dancing with him.  But Bucky made his dance more complicated.  He started doing the Charleston.  And he was a fucking pro at it too.  You tried to copy him, but he was going too fast and it made everything seem harder than it was.

“Look at me, and watch my movements ok?  Look, one, two, three, four and you repeat.  Got it?”  Bucky explained as he was moving his arms and legs in slow motion for you to pick up on.  

You had to make him do it a few times before you got the hang of it.  Soon you were adding your own little bits of flare to it, even outshining Bucky.  You realized that the Charleston was a fairly easy dance to learn, compared to the Can-Can at least.

Soon, people in the booths started cheering for you and Bucky, and they all eventually started to join in.  It felt like a high school party, tons of sweaty bodies clashing into each other, people dancing and smiling, overall, people just having a wonderful time.  You moved your legs and arms with such grace and elegance that you made Bucky look like a chicken on a tightrope compared to you.  Some men tried to get a dance with you, even trying to flirt with you at some points, but they backed off once they saw the metal arm that Bucky was so graciously sporting.

Bucky spun you around like a top and you and him were laughing so much.  You felt so alive and free with him.  You were wondering if that was the feeling Nat was telling you about earlier.  That feeling of warmth, being special.  And you did see something shining in his eyes that was different.  But you weren’t sure if it was love since you’ve never seen that before.  

Then, to everyone’s disappointment, the song ended.  You and Bucky sighed in annoyance, like all of the others, but it was quickly taken over by panting.  You and Bucky were out of breath, you especially since you outshined Bucky.  

“C'mon doll, let's get a drink,” Bucky said as you headed back to your table.                        

“Agreed.  By the way, what was the name of the song?” you asked since you’ve never heard of it before.

“And you call me dumb,” Bucky sighed and you hit him in the arm.  “It’s called Pennsylvania 6-5000 by Glenn Miller.”

“Well if I didn't know the song, I guess that makes you a fuddy-duddy then,” you mocked, after you took a big, long sip of your water.

“Let’s get milkshakes for the ride home,” Bucky offered, and you happily agreed.

You and Bucky left the diner, milkshakes in hand, laughing about how you outdanced him.  You had gotten vanilla and he got strawberry, and you were both trying each others.  You were laughing, but also tired from dancing, and so was Bucky.  So the car ride wasn’t as talkative as the ride there, but the silence was comforting in a way.

As you were looking out the window, Bucky was gauging the amount of time it would take to get to the Compound.  Normally, it takes about 15 minutes to get there, but the traffic earlier made it take 30 minutes.  So he had to figure out a way for the Rohypnol to kick in without making himself look suspicious.  Luckily, the car was running out of gas, the perfect excuse to stop the car for a good amount of time and stall.

You didn’t really notice what was happening, since you were so tired.  You did see Bucky filling up the gas tank, smiling at you, making sure you were ok every now and then.  But the gas station passed as quickly as it came, and soon you were on your way home again.

Bucky was glad his stalling had pulled off.  It bought some time, and you only had 10 minutes left till you got back home and till the rest of the night carried on.

Before you knew it, you were already home.  Bucky had gotten out of the car and walked around to your side, to be a gentleman and open the door for you.  But you were extremely tired now, and you had no clue why.  Your body felt like it was running on 5% power.  You could barely function, but you could still see, hear and move.  Just not up to normal.

“Here doll,”  Bucky offered.  “Lean on my arm and I’ll walk you back inside, ok?”

“Mmk,” you slurred.  

Bucky took his time on purpose, making sure you were walking ok and being polite.  You took a few minutes before you made it inside.  You were walking down the hallway, but not to your room.

“Bucky… where we goin?” you mumbled.

“Somewhere you’ve been before,” Bucky said calmly.  

Before he led you to it, he looked around the hallway one last time, just to make sure the others weren’t awake, but they weren’t so Bucky proceeded.  He ended up taking you to his room, and you were lost as to why.

“Why are we… we here?” you asked. 

“Let’s help you out of this dress,” Bucky said, completely ignoring you.  

You didn’t care at that moment, so you just let him undress you.  Under your dress, you had on a matching set of dark red and black lace bra and panties.  Bucky just took a step back before you fell back onto the bed.  You were lazily playing with your hair, making you look 20 times more attractive.  

“Doll, you gotta stop doing that?” Bucky groaned.

“Why?” you moaned, not on purpose though.

“Because I don’t think I will last,” Bucky said.  

He slowly took off his shirt and suspenders, revealing a god-like body.  His metal arm was reflecting the little light the room had to offer.  His abs and biceps were flexing, showing off his muscular torso and his veins were popping through his skin.  He moved down his body to his pants, letting them fall to his feet.  He was only wearing his black boxers now.  And he took his hair out of his man bun, letting the strands of dark brown hair fall.

You weren’t really paying attention to him though.  You didn't even notice him stalking you closer and closer until he was right on top of you.  

“Bucky what are you doing?” you asked, tiredly.

“Oh sugar, I didn’t give you that name for nothing.  Let’s hope it lives up to it.” Bucky said as he hovered over you.

“Bucky,” you said, trying to push him off of you.

“If you keep doing that, we are going to have a long night, doll.”

[dimensionwriter]

Mechanical Heart

Female Reader x Male! Android

Still ain't dead. I'll keep the top short, but please read the bottom message.

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Standing, surrounded by high rising flames as it burned away everything that you knew and love. You stared into the smooth metal screen that was looking down at you. The two of you stood there frozen just staring into each other.

Three words appeared onto his screen: You'll be okay. He didn't speak it, it was simply typed in normal times new roman font. It didn't have no image to go along with it, but it somehow made you feel like everything truly was going to be okay.

He bent down and picked you up as if you weighed nothing, resting you on one of his sleek arms. He pressed you closer to his body as he ran swiftly and elegantly through your burning home as if he was on a daily jog. You guess androids really were made to be the superior race.

Pushing through the wall of black smoke, you were outside into the cold crisp air. The carbon dioxide in your lungs escaped you in a fit of coughs that had you grabbing at your chest.

He walked swiftly towards the waiting ambulance and placed on the stretcher where a bunch of human workers went to work checking you while talking to you in a calm voice.

Through all the chaos, you turned your head to look for the android, but you saw he was already turn your way. His pale white body was covered in ashes and burnt marks. His police uniform was half scarred off him, barely even standing on his frame.

"Thank you," you mouth to him before giving him a giant smile. Nothing appeared on his screen as he just continued facing towards you. Another police officer camed and taped him on the shoulder causing him to turn around, facing away from you.

Three years from that exact day, there you stood outside of APD, Android Police Department, in a black uniform with a police badge hidden on your hip.

Your police department decided to join forces with one of the few androids only police department in the world, in order to create a giant co-op department. So you had to say goodbye to your partner for 5 months, in order to say hello with the apparently best of best, Axel.

He's apparently been in the workforce for over 10 years and has always had a successful mission. So, you were so estatic to meet him that you showed up 2 hours late to your apparent meeting with him.

You're alarm didn't go off becuase your phone died since your phone decided to fall off the charger. So, guess who was running around like a headless chicken trying to find the uniform that you were so sure you put near your bed. After 30 mintues, a near hour and half late, you were jumping into your car ready to rush to the building. But as you were about to get on the highway, you saw how jammed pack it was. Thinking of your options, you wondered would it really make a different if you went to get something quick to eat.

Now, there you stood with a huge grimance on your face with a bag of breakfast in your hand. Whelp, here goes nothing.

Stepping through the automatic doors, a gust of cool air blasted you causing you to squint against the harsh wind. You quickly got out of the barrier of air and made your way towards to the secretary android.

Her gray sharp frame was conncted into the computer infront of her. Zeros and ones sped across her white screen making you wonder if she was out of service.

"Um, excuse me?" You asked taking a cautious step forward. The numbers disappear and a cute face appear, made of dashes( -_-). Her square head looked up at you before the end of the dashes slide up.

"Officer y/n. Nice to meet you," she said with a robotic accent. You gave her a smile and glanced around to see humans that you knew walking around with some robots.

"Hey, I was wondering where my new partner is? His name is Axel?" You asked leaning forward onto the front desk. Her face disappeared for a second and was replaced with a spinning wheel.

"He is on his way. Please be on stand by until then," she said giving a big smile before her face disappared and numbers started flooding her screen. Guess she's working again.

Sipping on your favorite bakery drink, you glanced around at the androids model in front of you. There was all types of androids walking around. There was a tall pink one with their legs ending in a sharp point walking next to an old rookie. Then there was a reflective silver android that had wheels on the bottom of their feet with a giant red circle peaking from under their uniform.

This slim built android was walking towards the entrance. He seem to be almost 7 feet tall with a more humanish feature than most. His head was a smooth black reflective screen that took up half his head with a matte backside.

He turned to the receptionist and words started flooding his screen. From your seating, you could only catch a few letters. But you we're able to see him a lot easier now that he was closer.

He had broad shoulders that is covered by a black leather jacket with the police uniform underneath. Black military book occupy his human like legs in a way that completes the whole bad boy vibe he was giving off.

You hate to say this, but that is one attractive android. You're not one of the people who only see androids as something to help humans, especially not in any romatic or sexual way. But you had to admit that the robot was built by Zeus himself. Like is it fair for something already so perfect to look like that.

The android turned towards you quickly causing you to jump up in fear that he somehow read your thoughts. You would hate for word to spread to your partner that not only were you weren't on time, but was a giant perv. It would kill you.

He started taking long strides towards you, the sunlight from outside reflecting on his screen. Trying to appear nonchalant, you started digging around the bakery bag as if you were deciding on what to eat.

The android got closer and closer until he was standing right over you. You stared down at your lap in fear as the Android's shadow covered you. You take it back, he's not hot, he's intimidating and probably about to kill you for staring at his form without his permission.

His giant hand latched onto your shoulder causing you to whimper in fear. This is how you die. A cold and disgusting drink to you right and a bag of food on your lap. At least you can't be more a disappointment to your partner. Where ever he may be?

His grip tighter causing you to flinch away. His hand released from your shoulder before grabbing at the bottom of your chin. Your eyes widen as your head was snapped up. Does he want to see your exact face expression as the life drain from your eyes?

"Miss. L/n?" The texted laid on his screen in dark grey times new roman font. You blinked as you read your last name. You nodded slowly and the texted disappeared.

"I'm your partner, Axel," it appeared quickly before disappearing almot instantly. You blinked quickly trying to make sense of what just blinked on the screen.

"Axel?" You said quiet loudly, but it sounded kind of weird from his grip still on your jaw. You looked down and wrapped your hand around his hand before pushing it off without any difficulty. "You almost gsve me a heartattack. I dont appreciate that," you growled giving him a half hearted glare.

The way he was stomping over here made him seem like he had the intent to murder, which, of course, was soften with the whole black and leather look.

"I don't appreciate my partner being 2 hours, 15 mintues, and 19 seconds late," he said showing a small timer for the time. You let out an akward laugh and looked down at your lap. You glanced up to see he was still looking at you.

"Yeah, sorry about that. My alarm didn't go off -" you were cut off by words appearing on the screen.

"Only an excuse. Come, we are behind." Without waiting on your answer, he turned around and started walking away. What the hell? Someone's charger broke last night.

You quickly grabbed your things before rushing after him. You glanced down to see that his pants were a little tight, showing off that nice butt. Stop staring at his butt before people think you're an actual perv. But why did they make an android with a nice butt.

You had to go to an almost jog to keep up with Axel's long stride. It seem like he didn't care if you got lost or anything. It's not like you're in a new unknown place.

"Axel," you said nornally hoping he would at least hear you and look at you, but he didn't stop.

"Axel!" You said louder taking a bigger stride to get closer. He continued on walking and you swear he got faster.

Two can play this game. Breaking out into a big sprint, you easily passed the android's strides. Stopping a couple of feet infront of him and turned around with your hands on your hip.

He stopped a foot away from you and looked down at you. Even though he didn't have a face, you could feel the displeasure radiating off of him.

"Okay, I feel like that we may have gotten off on the wrong foot and you may have the wrong judgement of me. Hi, my name is f/n l/n and I'm an officer from the neighboring police department. I hope we will be able to work together perfectly to defeat all evil in the city," you said quite proud of how upbeat you sounded. You lifted your hand and stared at him expectedly.

"We are beyond late and you expect us to begin introduction, which will result in us only be more late," he put up every word slowly as if to try to get it through to you. You gave a nodded and lifted you hand closer to him.

A bunch of dots appeared on the screen, almost like he was sighing. "The names Axel from ADP. Blah blah. Now let's go," he typed quickly before grabbing the wrist of your outstretched hand and pulling you behind him.

Even though he rudely skipped his introduction, his grip on your wrist was light, like he was trying to be extremely gentle with you, like you could break. And you had a hypothesis that maybe he was doing this so you wouldn't be trailing behind

So he's one of these types. He pretends to be tough, but he's a major softie. You can work with that and that nice butt.

Part 2

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Okay, I know what most of you guys are thinking.

"Dimension, what the hell?! Where the romance? Where's the fluff? Why is it so short?"

Well, it's short because I want to work on extending stories and building characters. Sooo, this is going to be a multi character fic. Yay.

Okay, the other thing I need to ask. I know a lit of you guys want to see a part two or three on some fics, so if you guys can send in ask about which one you want to really see, I'm going to be taking a mental poll. I really want to see what my audience want. That's it for today.

[justsomegruviastuff]

Gruvia Au part two

So I actually thought of this one day after the chapter came out and it added with the last au I wrote so it turned out to be a continuation . I hope you like it !🌹

She turned white and dont worry , you'll all be joining her in just a few minutes " Grays eyes turned and he went full mode ice devil slayer. He wouldn't let anyone touch her and right now he didnt care if he was strong enough he was going to defeat that bitch and get Juvia back no matter what .The others also got in a fighting stance and without questioning they all started attacking the woman. Gray cast a spell but the woman didnt even move the magic passed her like thin air . Gray moved closer and tried again but nothing worked .

" Where is she ? " he asked infuriated and the others tried to attack her too but again nothing. Gray decided that this was useless and so he did what his instinct told him to . He freezed her whole and turned to his team .

" This is not going to last long . I'm going to go and search for Juvia you hold her off " Erza gave him a nod and he called to Happy . The small cat terrified followed him and started flying while carrying Gray . The sky was dark and a light breeze caressed their skin . Happy flew high not really knowing where exactly they were headed .They passed houses and parks until something caught Gray's eyes .

" There ! There's a boat at the sea , go there " happy located the place that Gray mentioned and he flew there . The boat was huge and it seemed suspicious to Gray .When they were just above it happy landed . Gray saw the entrance and rushed inside, what he saw though once again wasn't what he expected. The boat was even bigger inside than it seemed from the outside. Entering it his eyes widened and his heart skept one or two bits . His face turned white and he clenched his fists . Every single one of his friends and guild mates were standing like soulless puppets staring at him . But what made his teeth grit and his eyes turn wasn't that. Juvia , his Juvia was trapped inside what seemed like a bubble that connected to some tubes and Gray guessed was draining her magic . She was unconcious and visibly in pain , she was slightly injured and as time passed more and more magic was taken away from her . Gray waisted no time , he run towards her but was stopped by his own friends. They were hypnotized or controlled or something Gray assumed . They started attacking him but they weren't using their whole powers so it was easier to get pass them . But they were too many and everytime he escaped or another came through.

" Happy , get her out of there " he shouted and happy flew to Juvias direction . He started biting and scratching the machine doing little damage . He was stopped though by Lili . The little exceed was also brainwashed and trapped Happy to a wall. Gray had enough , he casted a spell that would hold them off for a few minutes at least . Gray rashed to Juvia and froze the machine . Once it broke juvia's naked form fell to his arms . He quickly took of his clothes and wrapped it around her frail body . With fear in his eyes he put his head to her chest and longed for a heartbeat. When he realized she was still alive he smiled and sighted. Realizing his spell didnt work anymore he took Juvia to his arms and run outside the boat before anyone could attack him . Getting out he noticed that none followed him ,maybe the mage didnt let them go out of the boat . Just when he was outside he turned to the boat .

" We're going to come for you all, just wait" seing that happy was too tired to fly with both of them he decided they sould walk . With Juvia in his arms and Happy by his side he started walking back to where Natsu and everyone else where, hoping that they were all alright . They could barely see where they were going and it started getting a little chilly ,not that he cared. When they were almost there Juvia started gaining conciousness. She started shaking and Gray stopped walking . She slowly opened her eyes and Gray smiled . Juvia didnt know it was him and started pushing to get away .

" Its me ,its me dont worry " Juvias eyes finally landed on him and she finally let out a big sight like all this time she wasn't able to breathe until she saw him , that made his heart ache . She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and started sobbing and shaking .

" Juvia was .... Juvia was so afraid ... she thought she'd never ... see her Gray -sama again .... that woman ...the white mage ..... I... juvia thought she did something... to hurt you ... she took Juvias place .... and then...and then .." Gray shushed her and kissed her temple to make her feel safe . He could feel her warm tears falling on his chest and her slow breathing ticking his skin . He hated it when she was crying , he absolutely hated it .

" I'm here , your safe now , I wont let anything happen to you , I promise " slowly Gray let her out of his arms and helped her gain balance so she could walk . Once he was sure she wouldn't fall his gaze turned to her midnight eyes .

" Are you okay, are you hurt ? What did that bich do to you ? He asked worried as he searched for injuries across her body but all he could see was small scratches and bruises , nothing too serious .

" She drained most of Juvias magic away . But I still have some left, .... Wait ... where .. where is she ... where is the white mage ? Gray looked confused

" The white mage ? " he asked

" Yes .. the woman that attacked fairytail... the one who took juvias place " that's when Gray realized sho she was talking about .

" She is the white mage ? The one that took the water dragons power ? But .... actually ...that makes sense.... oh shit ... she is here to take Natsus magic ... fuck we need to go " he quickly took Juvias wrist and run to their destination, he was glad she could run . Happy followed them and when they were near the camp he stopped and turned to Juvia .

" Ok stay here , I'm going to go help the others and then I'm gonna come for you and we're going to save our friends at the boat " juvias brow lifted and she looked at Gray .

" What ? No ... Juvias going to help .. you don't understand Gray-sama she is powerful way more powerful that any of us. Juvia has to make sure nothing happens to Gray-sama and the others " just as she was about to go to the camp Gray quickly stopped her by grabbing her wrist and spinning her around .

" No you're not ! You lost most of your magic and if you use the last of it you're going to..... it's not happening you're staying here , end of the situation ! Juvias pushed Grays hand away something that again made his heart ache.

" No ! I dont care what happens to me ! Juvia is not gonna let you and her friends fight alone and probably get hurt when she can help! You're not changing Juvias mind no matter what I'm going to fight with every last bit of magic Juvia has ! Gray sighed .

" If something happens to you again I'm going to... Fuck , juvia ! I can't loose you!I can't let anything happen to you and right now I'm not strong enough to protect you ! Fuck , this wasn't supposed to happen ! " some tears started escaping from his eyes and he closed them so Juvia couldn't see but she did . She lifted her hands and cupped Grays cheeks wiping his tears away .

"Juvia loves you! So much ! She promises whatever happens tonight we'll still be toghether tommorow ! You're not getting rid of her that easily ! Gray smirked and slowly lifted his own hand grabbing hers on his face. He caressed it and opened his eyes to look at hers.

" You're lucky I'm in love with you or there is no way I would let you get out of this this easy " Juvias eyes widened and her heartbeat increased , she was sure she just had another one of her fantasies but when Gray smirked and walked ahead she realized this was reality.

" W..wh..what " she stuttered and made a few slow steps his way. Gray laughed .

"Oh no ! If you want an explanation and to hear that again you'll have to get out of this safe ! We're going to win and you're going to be okay or else your not going to hear this words leave my mouth ever " juvia understanding where this was headed she slowly nodded still fazed from his words . Now standing before the camp both of them gasped . Wendy and Lucy were badly injured and layed to the ground while Erza and Natsu were still fighting but were also seriously injured . When Erza took a notice of them both she let out a sight.

" Thank God! " she dodged an attack coming from the mage . Gray and Juvia quickly started fighting by her and Natsus side . When the white mage saw Juvia she laughed and stopped casting spells .

" Oh i see ! Your knight in shining armor came to your rescue . But ... oh too bad ... I can see your almost out of magic .... but still are you gonna fight ?" Juvia nodded with no hesitation and determination written all over her eyes . The white mage then started laughing out loud.

" Are you serious ? Do you have a death wish or something ! I believe you're aware that if you use that magic you have left your done right ? Juvia didnt even flinch , she took a fighting stance and was ready to attack her but Gray got in the middle and stopped her.

" No ! You heard what she said if you use that magic you're gonna die ! This is it you're not fighting ! " again juvias eyes remained at the white mage and she still had her fighting stance .

" Look at everybody! Lucy and Wendy-San are badly injured and surely can't fight! Erza-san is also in a terrible state and can barely dodge an attack . Natsu -kun is in danger because she is after him and you Gray-sama , she is gonna destroy you! Juvia can't let that happen! She is not going to stand aside watching the people she loves getting hurt when she can help it ! " Juvia shouted and pushing Gray she attacked the mage .

" No .. stop it.." Gray run after her but Erza stopped him . She grabbed his shoulder and brought him close to her . Erza hugged him and Gray saw some tears escaping her eyes .

" She is ... she is way too powerful... I'm sorry Gray ... I'm so sorry " Grays heart ached at the sight of Erza giving up, she never gives up. This was bad , this was very bad . Grays head turned to see Juvia . She bad barely touched the white mage but she was already injured .Grays teeth gritted and he closed his eyes not wanting to watch . This is my fault , once again I can't protect her! I'm unable to protect her, I'm not worthy of her love ,I never was . She is gonna die and it's because of me ! Fuck Gray snap out of it , its no time for that ! You have to try , you need to fight , you must protect her! Get up , get up. Gray got out of Erzas embrace and headed towards juvia and the mage . Natsu quickly got on his feet and went to help . Erza wiped her tears and gathered every power she had left . Lucy slowly got up and grabbed her keys taking a fighting stance . Carla helped Wendy get up and she joined the others .Juvia turned around her eyes widening by the sight beside her.

" We're here ! " everyone yelled

" Were going to fight toghether " Natsu casted the fists spell and the white mage was actually hurt .

" You're not going to do this alone " Grays with tears in his eyes attacked and the mage was thrown off .

" We are not giving up ever!" Erza was next and she quickly requiped and hit the white mage .

" We are with you Juvia " Lucy with the help of Taurus moved forward .

" We are gonna end this now " Wendy blew the woman off. Juvia quickly casted the last spell before the mage could react. Everyone waited to see if they had eventually won and what they saw brought terror to their eyes. The white mage looked like she didnt even have a scratch and she kept laughing out loud . Everyone was terrified they couldn't win . The mages expression changed .

" You made me mad little girl ,you're gonna pay " she quickly run towards Juvias direction and as much as Gray wanted to go and save her he wasn't strong enough to even move . Instead he was forced to watch. Juvia got a lot of hits and she was now very seriously injured as she was bleeding everywhere.

" No stop it ,go away!" Gray shouted but Juvia didnt listen , she instead gathered all her power and attacked .But again she was the one getting hurt instead . Gray couldn't watch anymore. He tried to get up.

" Stay down Juvias got this " Juvia yelled with everything she still had .

" No ! I'm not going to let this happen ! You can't win and she is not going to kill you ! Not on my watch !" Gray got on his feet and run towards Juvias side . He grabbed her bleeding hand and looked at her.

" We can do this toghether ! Unison raid ! " Juvia looked at him and nodded squishing his hand . They got ready to cast the unison raid but the white mage stopped them on their tracks . She shot a light spell and it was headed towards Juvia . Gray couldn't act fast because of his injuries and he watches as the light got closer to her. His eyes widened and filled with terror . Then just as he was ready to see his love die everything stopped . The light stopped coming towards Juvia and everyone and everything around him stopped moving .

" Hello Gray " his breathing stopped and he turned around searching for the familiar voice. What he didn't expect though was seeing someone he long assumed dead . Ultear , the dead daughter of his dead teacher was standing perfectly fine in front of him .

Ultear seeing his face laughed .

" Calm down I'm dead ! I'm not a ghost !..I know this seems weird but we have little time so I'm just going to say that this is were I can only exist . Between space time . I stopped the time so you can save her and you better do it now cause we dont have plenty of time " Gray got on his feet and nodded.

" But how ? "

" That's not the real white mage , she is holding off , touka is holding her off or she would have already killed all of you " grays eyes widened , If that's not her full power how can they win ?.

" You can win Gray ! I'm going to pass an ancient spell to you! A spell that can defeat the white mage ! " Ultear got close to Gray and grabbed his hand . She started glowing and a lot of magic power was released . Gray felt powerful , he could defeat her .

" This is " insert ancient spell " use it to kill the white mage" Suddenly a figure appeared and Gray guessed was the white mage outside of Toukas body . He got on a fighting stance and was ready to defeat her . (I'm not good at describing fighting scenes so you're not getting much of that ) ... He was able to land some hits on her but he was badly injured himself. Eveything bad stopped and only him the white mage and Ultear could move . He was starting to give up again and he hated it . He had to protect Juvia he couldn't let her die . The white mage attacked again and he fell down . He could barely get up . Fuck , this wasn't supposed to happen . I can't let her die , not now , I promised to tell her how I feel , I promised to be a man who can protect her ! Fuck I'm useless , I'm not good enough for her , I was never good enough, and I'll never be ! I'm not strong enough !

" Yes you are Gray ,you can do this , I believe in you " a familiar voice once again saddened him and he turned to see . It wasn't Ultear but his breath again stopped and his heartbeat increased . In front of him stood his teacher Ur .

" Dont give me that face ! Get up right now or I'm gonna make you " Gray laughed , he couldn't give up not now . He got up once again . (Blah blah sorry not gonna describe a fight scene I dont want to burn you eyes) his breathing was heavy and blood started dripping everywhere from his body . H was exhausted, nothing seemed to work . Not even " insert ancient spell " could make him win against her . Fuck what was he gonna do . His head turned to see the frozen Juvia who was on the verge of collapsing anytime . He couldn't loose yet he was unable to win .

" Get up boy , there's no time to lose here ,you have to protect your girl " Gray recognized the voice to be Silver , his father . Gray smirked and looked at his father after all this time .

" I said get up !" Gray smiled and did as his father said . ( fighting scene blah blah ) he had managed to ware her magic a little and the white mage seemed hurt but she didnt give up she still attacked Gray . But he wasn't going to give up either not when all this voices kept ringing in his head .

" Go get her " Ur screamed .

" You got this boy " Silver smiled

" You can do this Gray " Ultear said proudly .

" I believe in you " Erzas voice said lightly.

" Dont you dare give up " Natsus voice yelled and Gray laughed.

" You got this Gray " he could hear Lucy

" Were on your side " and Wendy

" I love you Gray -sama " he got up the minute he heard her voice and immediately attacked the white mage .

" It ends here and now " he screamed as he casted his last spell . Light blinded him and he could barely see what the spell did but he knew when everything started moving again. His smile quickly fell off though when he saw the ligh that was headed to Juvia striked her . The white mage was defeated but her spell didnt disappear . He rushed to Juvia and caught her before she fell .

" No no no... please no ... you can die ... you just can't... please don't leave me ... you promised... you promised that we are going to be toghether tommorow ...you have to keep your promises " juvia lifted her weak hand and placed it on Grays cheek .

" You were always ... good enough for Juvia ..... from the moment she met you...you were .. more than enough ... so please ... don't ever doubt ... don't ever doubt yourself again ...Juvia loves you ... more than she ever loved anyone ... she is thankful for you... you made juvia the person she is today.... if not for you... I'd never join fairytail.....I'd never meet all this amazing ... people that ... I can now call my friends .. thank you... " Wendy had already started healing Juvia .

" She is going to be okay " wendy informed Gray and he couldn't be more happy. He placed his head above juvias and smiled .

" You know ... I never thought I could love someone so much ! I actually never though anyone would ever love me , I wasn't worthy of loving , everyone I ever loved died because of me . When i met you I immodestly knew you were special . I kept denying that I loved you because I was afraid to loose you. I always believed I want good enough for you . You are amazing Juvia , any man would be lucky to have you and I dont know how the fuck you love me that much cause I'm not like you, I'm not special but I'm...I'm glad you love me , cause you showed me happiness! I always lived a blank life ,I was happy with my friends but something was always missing . You filled that missing spot, you made my darkness into light and I'm eternally grateful for that . I know now that I will never be strong enough, good enough , but I'll try , everytime I'll try because in the end all I want to do is be with you,and I'm sorry it took me that long to realize . And all this maybe cheesy bur you're not going to hear them that often so you better listen closely . I love you, I love you so much and I want to be with you, I want to be the man who can protect you and I promise one day I will be , one day I'll be able to look in a mirror and say that I'm good enough for you, that you deserve me , and I'm going to mean it . But until I reach to that point I want you beside me every step of the way and I promise I'm going to do my best but you'll have to keep up with me " juvia smiled and tears started falling from her eyes .

" Juvia has been putting up with Gray-sama for years she thinks she can handle it " he smiled and squished her hand.

" I'm ridiculous aren't I? " they laughed and Juvia got closer .

" No you're just in love" and finally after everything, all the chaos , and loss ,and sadness, and happiness, and laughs , their lips intertwined and not even them could describe how magical it felt . It was just right , everything was finally right .

*let's pretend their kissing *

[early-sxnsets]

Drunk Text

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18215168/chapters/43179500

Chapter 4/10 of It’s A Handheld Disaster

Word Count: 2002

Chapter Summary: Baz's friends get him a little drunk, which scares Simon half to death. Cue nervous spamming, best friend's advice, and a single picture.

BAZ

(strings_n_roses): gods.mistake: i dont know i guess im just scared of losing her family's attention???

My eyes scan over his text in the drop down, thumb pressing onto the screen to keep it half-showing. It's probably not a good idea to be talking to him about this right at this second, but I don't want him to feel abandoned (especially given our topic). The tiny graphic of the Instagram logo looms in the forefront of my mind even after I close my phone, thinking of a response.

A hard lemonade bottle rolls and rests against my thigh, making me look up at Dev as he pops open another. Despite calling them a “Gay drink”, he's already gone through two of them.

“Oy, you've barely had shit,” he says, twisting off the top of his third as he eyes my one half-empty bottle.

“Yeah,” Niall adds, eyebrows narrowing as he lifts his own drink. He bought an even shittier wine cooler. “Loosen up a little, you wound up dick.”

Reluctantly, I bring my bottle to my lips and swing, maintaining eye constant with Niall. Even with a weird shiver in a response, he doesn't look away. Neither do I--not until the bottle is finished. With a pop of my lips, I lower the glass and smirk. “There--happy?”

“I… guess?” He says slowly. “You okay, mate? What's wrong?”

What's wrong? What's wrong? Snow's texting me from his bathroom, too tired from crying to get off the tile, and I can't help him in any other way than to talk to him. That's what's wrong. “It's nothing. Just shit. That's all.”

Dev's foot nudges mine, making me disconcerted with their mutual care for my emotions. Usually, they just let me sulk, but tonight… tonight's odd. They're boozing me up and getting me to talk (for once).

I turn my head head away, looking towards the long, creaking window of mine. It nearly brushes the floor, and looks out upon the broad, rise and fall of our garden. The winter season leaves it beyond chilling.

“Can you open that?” I ask, voice tired as I nod towards my cousin. He blinks at me at first before rising to his feet and drawing it open. With a hand on my bed frame, I haul myself upright and onto my feet before digging through my nightstand. In the back lies a pack of cigs and a lighter I snagged from Aunt Fi's flat.

Only Dev takes one when I offer, seating myself right on the ledge. Neither of them bat an eye, except Niall's concerned staring as I lean against the frame, striking the light.

“Fine, don't answer,” he mumbles, taking back a mouthful of his drink.

I let in a drag, feeling it burn the back of my throat as I slide out my phone. Both the boys sit silently, exchanging glances as I finally type back a semi-coherent response for Simon.

The already buzzing of my head from the nicotine doesn't fully help my thoughts as much as I hoped it would.

strings_n_roses: christmas is over now, so the holidays are gone. if she weighs heavily on you because of the break up, then it isn't healthy and definitely not a pain that you deserve

strings_n_roses: and i know she drives you home, but maybe someone on your team will drive you instead if you ask

strings_n_roses: there's options other than discomfort

I suck in, turning off my phone with the app left open. The sound of Niall's shifting is nearly enough to make me want to yell. Their collective concern is barely appreciated, given it seems to be so sparse when actually needed.

In all honesty, I shouldn't blame them. I'm not in school, and they're just trying to help when they can. still, I can't shake the emptiness of their situational devotion to my feelings.

“You've been acting odd,” Dev adds first, giving me another drink. I take it, finishing my cig first. Looking at the burning end of it, I hand it out the window and crush it against the stone of the wall, leaving the butt on the sill as I climb off.

The drink is always better when you start the second one. “Just life shit. Doesn't matter,” I say, leaning back against the wall as I exhale slowly. There it is. The odd, mostly empty stomach nausea I get whenever I get to drink. Hits me harder, and makes it stronger. And almost definitely going to fuck me over, but it's only a few drinks (and I'm a lightweight, because fuck genetics).

As my eyes fall shut, I feel the jostling buzz of my notifications. Without hesitation, I pick it up and read it through as more messages slide down.

(strings_n_roses): gods.mistake: i dont really have friends on the team to drive me

(strings_n_roses): gods.mistake: or really anyone, except penny and sort of agatha, i guess

(strings_n_roses): gods.mistake: and her dad. her dad loves me

(strings_n_roses): gods.mistake: fuck im a little lonely fucker sorry im a killjoy and you're probably doing something more interesting with your life and im just ranting like an idiot fuck sorry

I ignore both Dev and Niall's looks as I attentively swipe it open, head spinning. I barely pay attention to what I'm saying, trying to get a word in before he has a chance to belittle himself further.

strings_n_roses: don't apologise at all. im heer to yell towards

strings_n_roses: after all im judt drinking im not ewally doingmuch

SIMON

My heart nearly stops, throat catching as I reread.

He's drinking. Fuck.

Vision blurring and body weak, the process of pulling myself upright makes it a battle all in itself.

The bathroom floor is filthy, but it felt like home. One minute I was standing, washing my hands silently in the sink, then I met my eyes in the mirror and crumpled onto the old, ratty bathmat. I'd just cried, a quiet sob into my wrist as the details of the room overwhelmed me. The dripping of the sink, the burning of the lights. The fear of losing Penny because I've practically lost Agatha already.

I don't even know if I miss her. I don't know if I want to miss her. I miss her family at Christmas--this was the first year since moving here without me going to the Wellbeloves for the holidays. I know I miss the way we'd sit together in silence, shoulder to shoulder and watching Doctor Who, but I don't know if I miss us.

She'd told me today that I'm too much. It's been months since the break up, but she said she still had something to say. That something, apparently, is that my life's unnecessary overwhelming, and I don't make her happy.

I told her likewise to me, even if I didn't mean it.

Maybe I did. I don't know.

I don't know anything.

I don't know why Baz is drinking. He'd told me a month or so back that he does occasionally, but he usually refrains from drunk texting. Says he doesn't like waking up to messages he didn't mean to send. I wonder what's different tonight.

I wipe my eyes, sniffling as quietly as possible as my trembling fingers tap out a response.

gods.mistake: please drink water

gods.mistake: and limit yourself. dont drink too much fuck just slow down

gods.mistake: did you eat? make sure youre eating

gods.mistake: please dont do anything stupid just please dont hurt yourself

At first, he's silent. The read receipt pops up, then stays still. Something in me thumps, then grows in strength as I struggle to breathe evenly again.

I've seen it too often. Too fast--too soon. The spiraling, the life destruction. The kids a few years older than me stashing stolen pill bottles under beds and liquor in their pillow cases.

I don't want him to hurt like that, and I can feel it already. The biting edge of coping.

My hand slides through my hair, settling amongst tangled curls as I shake. A disappearing picture from him pops up, starling me slight before I exhale, opening it.

It's his hand, the flash on it as he holds a pint sized glass of water. I can recognize it from his pictures of violin playing, scattered throughout his damned aesthetic Instagram account. It's the only part of his body I can recognize, and I know it well. Smooth on the back, and calloused fingertips with sharp jutting angles of his joins. His skin is a midtone of soft brown, like the shade of a perfect cup of tea, and his palm fades much lighter. You can tell he's some posh arse, because his nails are always trimmed and buffed.

And there they are, holding a glass of water with a crudely drawn smiley face on the screen. The room is mostly dark around it, and I can only make out hardwood floor and a thick, red carpet.

(gods.mistake): strings_n_roses: i'm okay i promise! i'm a healthy boy

(gods.mistake): strings_n_roses: :)

(gods.mistake) strings_n_roses: i’m with friends rhey’re takint xare of me i promise i an ok!

gods.mistake: ok ok im sorry for freaking out im sorry

I chew on my nail, biting around to the cuticles as my eyes squeeze shut. I'm overreacting again. I'm blowing up.

I tap out of the app and pull of my messaging, pulling my one of few conversations--Penny.

im losing it right now penn

its so stupid and youre gonna hate me but im losing it fuck me fuck shit fuck fuck fuck

You've texted your last fuck, buddy

It's the swearing police

I've come to ask for a recount of why on Earth you're sobbing

its stupid its so stupid im sorry

its baz hes drinking

and i panicked and messaged him a ton but im worried i pissed him off and he might hate me what if he hates me

fuck shit fuck

Do you have any basis on him hating you???

Did he text you all angry???

no but i feel it im stupid and i know it i feel it

First of all, stop

Second of all, if he's not angry, he's not angry

Third, why does this matter so much? You barely know him

thats not true we talk everyday

He's online, Si

You can lose him in a snap, why care?

Why do you even trust him so much you don't know what he looks like ://

i know what his hands look like

thats something

and just idk i trust him he seems to care

and we like the same stuff and i just

idk

i trust him

why are you talking about this again now

i thought we were over this

I said I was tired of you talking about Baz at lunch, I didn't say we were over the conversation

I'm just worried, that's all

Fuck knows you don't have someone else to worry about you over this, and he could just be some arse praying on you because you're vulnerable

People do that, you know

hes not some 80 year old creep penn

he seems as young as he says

and he doesnt use me or anything we just talk

im ok im safe i swear

hes just scaring me

Just be safe, Simon.

Something makes me jump, and it takes a full moment to register that it's Davy knocking around downstairs, doing whatever he does in his study. I should be in bed. He knows I should be in bed. He'll want me to be asleep, after all.

I tiptoe out carefully, knowing where the floor doesn't creak as I slip back into my room and in bed. The blanket's shit and scratchy, but it's something.

As I plug my mobile in, I send out a quick message to Baz, letting my embarrassment ease through while I swallow my pride.

gods.mistake: im sorry for freaking out

gods.mistake: sleep tight pls

[reesewestonarchive]

chapter nine / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

Nakoa wakes to darkness. He finds out easily that he’s in a vehicle; the rumble of tires beneath him, the loud, high-pitched squeal of rubber on asphalt.

The hard, unforgiving feel of metal against his shoulder. He opens his eyes, but it makes no difference. He sees slivers of light, but nothing really. Nakoa blinks, once, twice, and, when he turns over, finds himself grateful for the lack of light, because just the slivers of daylight peeking through are enough to send spikes through his brain.

“You awake?” He jolts at the sound of a voice, relaxes when Rem adds, “Hey, it’s just me.” His words are near slurring, though. Nakoa spins his head to look for him, nervous, worried, but it’s impossible to see in the darkness. “I—” Rem huffs a frustrated breath. “Can’t see a fucking thing—where are you?”

One of Rem’s boots finds Nakoa’s ribs. He mutters an apology, then says, “Hang on—” before he reaches down, his hand skirting along Nakoa’s back until he reaches Nakoa’s hands, clasped behind him. “Hold still.”

The ties release after just a second, and when Nakoa pulls them up, he asks, “How the fuck did you get out of them?” The plastic rubbed his wrists raw, even as short as they were on.

He can hear Rem’s grin in his voice when he speaks, though, and his presence makes the dark, unforgiving trcuk a little less foreboding. “You think I leave the motel without a knife?”

Nakoa would laugh, if he could. Instead, he reaches a hand out, trying to find Rem in the dark. “Where—” he says, before he makes contact with Rem’s knee. Relief settles in his stomach, and he reaches out for Rem’s hand, squeezes it. Feels better already when Rem squeezes back.

“You okay?” Nakoa asks. “That looked.” Bad. Terrible. Nakoa sees it no matter where he looks, Rem lying on the asphalt like that.

“Mm.” But his voice sounds far away. “Nakoa.”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck?”

Nakoa should have known, knows he should have. That he should have said something to Rem, but… “My father’s—” The word tastes bitter on his tongue. “…in imports.”

“Drugs,” Rem says, immediately. “Fucking hell, Nakoa.”

It’s how Nakoa got started. It’s why he kept going with them. Michael’s into more than just weed, though, and therein lies the problem. That Nakoa knows. Michael had beat him, when Nakoa found out, and has since used his strength to his advantage. Try as he might, Nakoa can only throw a punch if he’s catching someone off guard, if they can fight worse than he can.

Michael doesn’t fit the bill, and he’s always carrying.

“I didn’t have a choice!” Nakoa says. “And I thought. Maybe, if I wasn’t there… why would he waste a bunch of bullshit on me? Men, resources.” Why would he follow Nakoa across the country? Nakoa, of all people?

“You stole from him,” Rem says. His voice comes out flat. “Nakoa.”

“You don’t get to play like you wouldn’t have done the same fucking thing,” he says, tone sharp. He pulls back from Rem, smells blood on his hands as he wipes them down his face. “How often have you stolen whiskey?”

“It’s legal! You wanna compare that to coke?”

Exhausted, suddenly, Nakoa says, “I really need you to not fucking judge me. I stopped, okay? He didn’t notice, and even if he had, what was he gonna do?” Michael hates Nakoa; always has. A disappointment, and that isn’t even considering Rem. That’s not considering the fact that Michael knows, and always has, that Nakoa beds men as often as he does women. It’s been like this since Nakoa was born, his father distant for work, and Nakoa eager for his approval and stumbling on his work at thirteen.

“He couldn’t do anything about it then,” Nakoa says. “But now what’s stopping him? His kid went missing. No one’s gonna care if I end up in a ditch.”

“Don’t fucking joke about that.”

Nakoa shuts his mouth, though. Taps his fingers on the metal on the floor. He says, “I should have told you.” He wants to apologize; can’t.

Wishes that he could just… touch Rem. No expectation. Find comfort in his touch.

He holds his hands to himself, and neither of them speak.

Eventually, the van slows to a stop, and doesn’t start again. Rem gets to his feet, says, “I got this.” Nakoa hears the knife unlatching in his hand. “Stay back.”

“Don’t being a knife to a gun fight, you—” Nakoa sighs. “Just—get behind me.”

“I’m not going to let you—”

“He’s my father,” Nakoa says, his voice cracking. “Let me deal with him.” He thinks about clocking Rem on the head again, but if he got knocked out that bad, he might already have a concussion.

Nakoa doesn’t say, “I want you safe.” He doesn’t say that it means more to him that Rem is okay, that Rem can go home. Maybe Rem thinks he’s worthless, but he’s Nakoa’s entire world.

The door slides up, and Nakoa blinks against the blinding light. Rem stands behind him, body heat warming Nakoa’s back. Michael’s behind his men, chatting on the phone, but Nakoa doesn’t move, not until Michael says, his voice almost bored, like he’s not still devising a plan. “Come join me for dinner.”

Nakoa blinks. “Pretty fucking dramatic entrance for dinner.”

Michael rolls his eyes. “You could show a little respect.”

Already disappointing his father, and they’ve been reunited for a matter of minutes. Nakoa holds his gaze and says, “You wanna kill me, go ahead.”

Behind him, he hears Rem make a small, distressed noise. “Nakoa—”

But Nakoa’s tired of living in this hole, in his father’s shadow, too afraid to move beyond Michael and his wants. Too afraid Michael might follow through on his threats.

“Just come. We’ll discuss what I plan to do with you at dinner.” Michael sighs, rubbing his forehead. “I keep forgetting about the carry on.” Nakoa catches his attention shifting to Rem, wishes it wouldn’t. “Hm. Looks like he’s the reason they’re free. Someone remind me we need handcuffs.”

When Nakoa doesn’t go forward, Michael sighs, says, “Someone grab him, please. Leave the other.” He sighs. “And tie him up this time?”

One of the men hauls Nakoa from the truck, by the hair, the shoulder. Nakoa swears, grips at the guy’s wrist and tries to walk with him, can’t. Holds tight and tries to lessen the pressure on his hair, anyway.

He watches as Rem crawls from the truck, eyes wide with fear, brandishing his knife. In comparison to giant men with handguns, he looks like a small, terrified child. Nakoa knows better than to call out his name, so he doesn’t.

His chest aches, and a half-strangled, “Rem—” escapes from his throat, just as the man dragging him pulls him into a building. Before the door shuts, Nakoa catches sight of Rem lashing out, the sound of a gunshot, then… Nothing.

Nakoa finds himself dropped at Michael’s feet, scalp burning, Michael staring down at him with something akin to disinterest. “I wish things could have gone differently for you, Nakoa.”

This is nothing like the Michael Nakoa remembers. This man is… different. Distressingly calm, quiet.

Nakoa prefers him screaming. Calm breeds terror in Nakoa’s chest, and he doesn’t care for the way it burrows in and refuses to leave.

“Up.” It’s not a request. “Dinner.”

Tossing a scowl back at the man who’d dragged him, Nakoa rubs his wrists, follows Michael through the warehouse.. He needs to stay around until he can get back to Rem, anyway. After that… who cares? Michael can do whatever he wants with Nakoa, as long as Rem gets out of this safely.

Michael leads him into another room to a table sitting alone, like one in the movies, covered with a tablecloth, a single lightbulb illuminating the table and nothing more.

With a swallow, Nakoa takes his seat, still rubbing his wrists. Michael sits in the other chair, and, neat as can fucking be, he undoes his napkin and lays it across his lap.

“Nakoa,” Michael says, and now he sounds more like himself, like the Michael Nakoa remembers. “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?”

“So the pleasant, calm druglord, that’s just for your employees. But your son, all bets are off.”

Michael’s gaze is sharp, piercing, and Nakoa wishes he’d kept his mouth shut. “Ungrateful. You know,” he says, already lifting the lid from his dinner, “you really don’t understand the sacrifices I’ve made for you. The resources I’ve wasted finding you.”

As if Nakoa asked for it. As if he gives a shit about whether Michael goes broke. As if he cares, for half a second, what Michael loses. He sits back, crosses his arms. Waits.

“I can see you’re going to be difficult, so let me lay this out for you.” He pops a bite of dinner—steak, because of course it is—into his mouth, and chews. Slow. Nakoa knows the tactic well, terrify them with their own imagination. “You’ll come home with me.”

“Over my—”

“—and we can leave your friend here to fend for himself.”

“Next.”

Eyebrow raised, Michael cuts back into his steak. “I could just as easily kill your friend, you know. He hardly seems like a man someone will miss.” At Nakoa’s expression, Michael laughs. “Don’t tell me you think—” He shakes his head. “You’re a fool, Nakoa.”

Better a fool than a prick, Nakoa thinks, but he doesn’t say so. Michael married a gentle woman, one he can scare into submission, and he thinks Nakoa’s life choices are worth judging. “Next option,” he says, through gritted teeth, staring hard at the table, at the knife marks in the wood. Imagines what it might be like to see those on his skin, instead. If he’d even life through it.

“I could kill the both of you. You’ve already been missing for how long? None of the authorities would think twice about a couple of stupid, runaway queer boys ending up dead. Two of them…” He clicks his tongue. “Well. Is that even a tragedy worth the news cycle?”

And Michael wonders why he ran away. Nakoa lifts his gaze, reluctant, up towards Michael’s face, hates the giddy expression on his father’s face. He’s a bastard, and Nakoa knows he’s always enjoyed his work a little too much, but he’d hoped maybe, underneath it all, there was something that made him human. Now he’s not so sure.

“Easiest way to tie up loose ends, don’t you agree?”

Nakoa wants to tell him to fuck off, but Michael won't hesitate to cut him with the knife on his plate. Never has before. Never hesitates, once he makes his mind up. “Why the holdup?” Nakoa asks, but his voice shakes. “Sounds like you got it all figured out. Why not just kill me now?”

He’s losing his patience, Michael. The joy drains from his expression and he returns to his dinner, almost bored. “Unfortunately, I still think there might be some use in you. I could use you to make an example. I think using you as a living example carries more weight, don’t you?”

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

Pointing a fork to Nakoa’s plate, Michael says, “Eat. It’s the last time you’ll get the opportunity in a while.”

“What about Rem?” Nakoa does his best to hold his voice steady, to keep Michael from making any more shitty comments, but it still comes out wrong.

“I think I’ll be doing the world a favor, taking him out.” He reaches for his drink, then sighs. “Nakoa, please. If you don’t eat, I’ll be forced to take other measures.” Like what, Nakoa wonders, but doesn’t ask. Sighing, Michael sets his fork down and says, “Nakoa. It’s in your best interest to work with me.”

“Too fucking bad.”

“I can make your life a living hell, you know.”

“You already did. What can you do to make it worse?”

Michael raises an eyebrow, says, “You think you’re in love with the man outside. Not sure where you got that, but fine, I’ll play along. You’re right in considering yourself worthless, so I understand I can’t use you against yourself.” With a cock of his head, Michael leans back in his seat. “I might be able to use him yet. Suppose I better put in the call to keep him in one piece after all.” He pulls a walkie talkie out of his shirt pocket and switches it on. “Hold my previous order,” Michael says, glaring at Michael. “Plans have changed. We’re going to have a little fun.”

[hogsteeth-archive]

alright then i answered one of them oc questions things for both versions of ira bc like. why wouldnt i. first answer is 1976 58y/o rhodesian ira, second answer is 201x 16y/o houstonian ira. i just wanted to figure out how different they really are. questions from here. if readmores still dont work on mobile im sorry lmao

what are some things they have strong opinions about?

he has sort of a cioranian attitude to the value of life, like, hes one of them “theres always reason to kill a man, theres no way to justify his living” types. he doesnt believe in nationalism per se but he does believe in war, hes literally a mercenary, and hed probably get along just fine with someone like mike hoare, but hes not one for unnecessary cruelty. hes kind to who he considers innocent. if he was alive today i can see him getting grouped w/ like, anti-natalists, right-wing “primitivists,” people who browse /fo/, people who think theyll thrive in the post-apocalypse even though they cant even spin yarn, people who dont understand fallout, you know, those types, but i like to think his attitude wrt civ is closer to perlmans or, well, mine. its a good thing he doesnt live in internet times. he thinks technology makes people complacent and weak and hes fallen into the trap of the “noble savage” myth; sign of the times. he could just as easily live off the grid in like, alberta, but he chose to stay in southern africa bc of his colonial attitudes & fetishization of the “less developed.” (sidenote, if youre like, new here n reading this for some reason, yea i write like really really bad characters were talking irredeemably evil here, just like, know that im aware of that.) also he detests hippies for both bad and good reasons ⸻ not much, really, hes an opportunist, a hedonist, hes selfish, goes w/ the flow. he thinks denying yourself pleasure for no reason is microfascism — not in those words — and while he doesnt think that selfishness leads to a bettering of overall society, hes no randian, he feels justified in what he does. hes uh, a mercenary in spirit and ive always intended to have him join the marines n later work for a pmc but were nowhere near there yet

what traits do they like in other people? what traits do they not like?

he likes people (men, that is) that are exactly like him. he likes Narrator bc hes just as quiet, as patient, as stubborn, as antisocial (using that the right way here, i like, know about psychology), as violent, as old-timey-ly masculine as he is. he can tolerate clade (his former accountant) bc she keeps to herself and shes loyal to a fault, but he doesnt go out of his way to like, actually talk to her. he likes will bc he reminds him of what he was like as a child living with his matabele mother. ⸻ he hates everything he perceives as weakness, but hes not all that open about that, i think hes not even 100% aware thats what it is. he needs to be talked back to. he lacks compassion, doesnt know how to deal w/ anyone whos less resilient and abrasive than himself.

do they have a significant other? if so, who?

i mean, theres Narrator — thats kinda what this whole thing is about. but theyll never think of each other that way. its complicated. theyre uh… closer to being marlow and kurtz than to being boyfriends. idk how to explain it. its bad. ⸻ hes fake-dating millah for appearances and secretly seeing jack, im not sure about the details either so im not getting into that, but hes eventually gonna meet will; ive written their first encounter like ten different ways and i still dont really know what i wanna do w/ them........ also Complicated

whats their friend group like? what role do they play (leader, mom friend, etc.)?

he lives in a hut he built w/ his bare hands on the edge of the kalahari. his friends are one horse and one vaalboskat. ⸻ he uses his friends but they use him too. hes reasonably popular bc hes athletic n wealthy, but i think the only one of his friends who really truly sees thru his act is millah, and bc he doesnt take her seriously as a threat, she has more control over him than he realizes.

do they care about their physical appearance? whats their routine like?

nah ⸻ not really. he showers too often and his hairs kinda dry but other than that hes like. Normal. idk i dont care about these things

do they have any physical or mental disabilities?

i dont think so ⸻ he has adhd

what would they die for? kill for?

oh hes not picky. he joined the military at 17, hes made peace w/ the prospect of dying. hes been more uncomfortable w/ the thought of growing old, actually. and again, hes literally a mercenary. not a big deal to him. ⸻ i dont think hes selfless enough to die for anyone. hed kill to protect the people he cares about, but thats more just bc hes possessive. im sure thats gonna come up eventually. i cant really write shit w/o weaving murder in somewhere.

do they have any magical powers or abilities? if its a realistic world, what religion do they follow?

absolutely the fuck not i hate magic. hes not religious, actually feels a little intimidated by religion. in one version of his story he spends his 50s on east nusa tenggara where he doesnt live far from a church, and he makes peace w/ the concept of god thanks to the influence of catholic-raised Narrator, but i doubt hell ever actually step foot into a church, or temple, or mosque, or what-have-you. hes internalized some things during his upbringing though that he doesnt classify as religious. little superstitions. he likes to keep objects that may be used for divination around his house, but he never touches them. ⸻ not religious, but if he had to pick, like to pretend, hed say baptist.

do they celebrate any holidays? how do they celebrate?

nah ⸻ like, the regular american ones. hell welcome any excuse to drink and to socialize, and id say his favorite holiday is the 4th of july, really just bc he likes warm weather and theres not a lot else you can celebrate in the middle of summer. hes not attached to the significance of any holidays. hes not crazy about christmas but he likes his family well enough and hell go along w/ it all, just to have sth to do. hes not good w/ time off.

if they were the protagonist in any book series, what series would they choose? alternatively: what would be their favorite book?

he doesnt really read but hed feel right at home inside heart of darkness or maybe the thin red line. or maybe sth by mccarthy ⸻ hes 16 he hasnt read jack shit. i wanna say deleuze would probably resonate w/ him bc hes a total self-insert but i really dont know. i try to keep the intertextuality way low bc i hate that shit in most fiction, so like, i try not to think too much about other books here

do they have any vices?

uh he drinks and he occasionally smokes opium but compared to most of my characters hes pretty okay wrt that ⸻ yea like… all of them. already said hes a hedonist make of that what u will

do they play any instruments?

nope ⸻ violin but he hasnt been practicing a lot lately

what would their favorite ride at an amusement park be?

hes never been to one ⸻ i feel like hed be into sth really lame… like you know that video by jenny nicholson, top ten lame things to do at disney world? sth like that. like hed go just to get a specific food item or to admire the infrastructure

what animal would they say best represents them?

hyena 100%. the spotted kind. id say tortoise also but hed find that insulting ⸻ id say hyena but hed be reluctant to answer that bc hes a Youth and he knows what a furry is

how do they act when theyre drunk?

vulnerable. little more talkative. he talks to himself (or the cat, rather) sometimes ⸻ more abrasive/tactless/impulsive. he talks w/ his whole body and feels like moving/running bc, again, self-insert

which era of history would they most like to live in?

the old west, like early to mid-19th century, maybe late 18th. that or like the really olden days, like mid-paleolithic ⸻ idk maybe like ten or twenty years earlier. i think he fits the 21st century pretty well. hes a curious person though and if he had a time machine hed go Everywhere at least once

whats their favorite food?

ah thats. complicated actually i have a whole list of foods that remind me of Narrator but ive never gotten around to making one for ira. hm. he likes poultry, like ostrich. white fish. dry/salty foods. sour fruit. breadfruit. fatty dark meats, blood sausage. hes not picky though, hell live on pap and water if he has to. ⸻ i genuinely dont know. im not used to the contemporary western setting yet like… pop tarts exist in the same world as he does and im not comfortable w/ that yet. like, branded food articles wrapped in plastic. thats so weird to me. i guess he likes (american) pizza w/ greens on it, like spinach? and seafood. sour candies, maybe, i dont think he has much of a sweet tooth. he puts salt n butter on potatoes and cottage cheese on pancakes.

what songs remind you of them?

conveniently theres a whole playlist rite here

whats their favorite season and why?

dry season. he doesnt like cloudy/foggy weather bc it makes him feel trapped when he cant see as far. ⸻ summer. i honest to god think people liking cold weather is a conspiracy like im not sure thats even biologically possible. like summer is the obvious answer here

which d&d class would they play as?

nah we dont do nerd shit round these parts

whats their favorite expletive?

he like, barely talks ⸻ nothin weird thats for sure, we campaign for simple straight-forward language in this house. having a Favorite is inherently at odds w/ that. bad question

whats their favorite candle scent?

no scented candles in the desert ⸻ sth fruity but not sweet, like mixed berries, sth red or purple

how do they feel about death?

he doesnt ⸻ hed feel cheated by life if he died young. he has a lot to see and do and itd like, bum him out not to get to do that but hes not afraid of death

do they collect anything? whats their most prized possession?

he lives pretty austerely but he does keep little rocks and gems and bones and pieces of wood n such. also coins from all the countries hes been to bc hes a simple old man. i wanna say his most prized possession is his hogs tooth bc he does value the marines a lot still. its where he first met Narrator :-) ⸻ he really appreciates gifts people give him, things that remind him of people. jack carved him an eagle once

do they play any sports?

no ⸻ nothing too organized. i dont think hes on any school teams bc idk if he has the time but that might change. he does run/hunt/fish/shoot

what one place do they really want to visit and why?

he likes deserts, wide open spaces. hes been to the kalahari n namib but not the gobi/sahara/simpson etc, so, those. no ice deserts though those scare him ⸻ polynesia/southeast asia, just tropical places in general. bc theyre nice what do you want me to tell you. tropics good

what languages do they speak?

northern ndebele, afrikaans, english (w/ various influences), some vietnamese ⸻ english, some cajun french, some spanish

what are some items they always carry? what weapon do they favor using if they exist in a world where weapons are necessary?

hes got his fal obviously and he does always carry a knife, just to be safe. more out of habit than actual necessity (not to imply rural areas were safe in the late 70s, but he lives in the literal wilderness, hes not much of a target. stays away from roads and all that.) ⸻ man hes really not as classy as i want him to be :/ he probably has like, a glock 17 w/ ten thousand pointless modifications n some uglyass stipling pattern. hes a little bit paranoid + irresponsible n carries all kinds of shit he doesnt need, mostly way too much cash

which emoji would they use the most?

no ⸻ he doesnt have a phone, hell maybe use a burner if he has to. this is an anti-phone household

what fantasy race would they be? if they already are one, pick a different one.

absolutely not

do they want to start a family? if they already have one, describe it.

no ⸻ no

what stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?

hed swing between the jrotc kids n the stoners honestly, but still mostly keep to himself ⸻ hes like, too much of a jock for the Delinquents, too much of a Delinquent for the jocks. hes really only popular bc hes rich-ish n blessed w/ good looks, and by association w/ millah

whats one thing that they dont need do they waste the most money on?

he doesnt ⸻ everything. hes really wasteful. he buys more food than he can eat, clothes he never wears, etc etc, hes terrible

what kind of shoes do they wear?

combat boots or just traditional sandals. the terrain around his house is mostly grass and flat boulders so he goes barefoot a lot ⸻ regular tennis shoes, nothin too fashionable bc he cant be bothered to keep up w/ trends, but usually clean n new. hiking boots when hes not w/ his regular friend group

do they believe in ghosts, aliens, and the occult in general?

really dont like how aliens are always grouped in w/ esoteric shit bc like, thats like asking if you believe in atoms honestly. no shit “aliens” exist thats like not up for debate. both iræ would agree w/ me here. 70s ira doesnt believe in like, Ghosts per se, but he has some vague concept of spirits that he got from his mother. he sees/feels them when hes half asleep. ⸻ 2010s ira doesnt believe in jack shit

which deadly sin do they most correspond to? which heavenly virtue?

nooo cardinal sins dont work that way theyre not hogwarts houses. its so much more complicated than that thats impossible

if you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, what would it be?

hmmm four of swords? knight of coins? eight of cups? this is hard ⸻ seven of swords? nine of cups? the devil? i dont know

what do they consider to be their best quality? what actually is their best quality?

his strength, which is really just his callousness and lack of convictions. and uh. i guess his independence ⸻ same here for the first part. and. maybe his loyalty? i dont consider loyalty a good thing personally idk

what do they consider to be their worst quality? what actually is their worst quality?

his lack of social skills maybe? he doesnt need them too often of course but like, the first time Narrator showed up at his doorstep he was genuinely nervous and that did fill him w/ some semblance of shame and in his eyes he should be good at everything, so like. that. really its his lack of conviction and his timidness/avoidance of the world ⸻ his dependence on others/lack of discipline. really its his lack of compassion, like, obviously

[theclawofaraven]

I Own You pt. 3 (Jungkook angst fic)

Lets imagine them wearing darker clothes in this gif lol 🤣 heres part 3 ! *GIF not mine*

Part 1 Part 2

Y/N POV

I woke up quite late the next morning, only to find that Eva wasn’t home yet. Had she been with V all night? I got worried for her and even more worried when I though of Seunghoon.

I put on a pair of jeans and black tank top and let my hair down as I put on some light make up. I took my own unfixed car and drove down to Seunghoon’s big garage where all the people in his gang hung out. I was greeted with big smiles and hugs as I arrived.

“Y/N nice to see you again!” Suhan said as Jiwan, Jinwoo and Minho who were all guys started to play around with a small ball around all the cars as Suhan and I took seating at some chairs.

“Has Seunghoon left yet?” I asked and Suhan nodded sadly.

“He didn’t even want to bring anyone, he said he didn’t want the rest of us in danger” she explained. I looked in her eyes and saw something flair.

“You like him dont you?” I said and smiled soft to her.

She looked at me in shock and surprise.

“Please dont tell the guys they will tease the life out of me” she said desperately as I chuckled.

“You dont have to worry, it will be unspoken words” I smiled.

“So for how long?” I said intrigued. She blushed a bit and fidgeted with her purple hair.

“Since we met actually, he just blew me away you know.” She said and made a loving sigh while I laughed.

“Yeah he kind of does that” I said and laughed even more. We talked for hours and we were getting more and more worried about Seunghoon until we got a terrifying text. Suhan opened her cell phone.

“help..” - Seunghoon.

We panicked as Jiwan, Jinwoo and Minho were out so we jumped into Suhan’s car. Seunghoon needed help as we speeded through the dark night.

“What if something bad has happened!” Suhan said upset.

I tried to calm her down as we hurried. Not many minutes later we pulled uo to an old and empty layer house right in the edge of Seoul.

Just as we turned inside where there was light shining we were shocked by the image before us. On one side with cars behind them stood a big bunch of guys in dark clothes with guns in their hands. On the other side to my shock stood Jungkook and his guys with their cars lined up behind them as well. And in the middle to the side, stood Seunghoon on his knees, gasping for air.

Suhan stopped thr car and even without thinking I flew out of it and ran over at Seunghoon.

“Who the fuck are you!” A voice screamed in Korean but I totally ignored it, only having eyes for my friend.

I hugged Seunghoon but let him go as he coughed.

In the corner of my eye I saw that he was shot on the side.

“Y/N!” A voice yelled harshly.

“Who the fuck is SHE!” The same voice like before screamed. I stood up, realizing where I was. Among crazy Korean mafia and Jungkook’s criminal gang and a whole lot of guns.

“She is no one.” Jungkook said cold and stared icy at the frontman of the mafia gang whom frowned and looked me up and down and then grinned, making me really uncomfortable.

“Oh really, then why is she holding on to Seunghoon” he asked Jungkook and looked at me with a smirk.

“She is a friend of him Gunwoo” Jungkook said, still with the same cold voice. I saw hom V gestured me to come over to him. I gently and slowly helped Seunghoon up and we moved towards V, Suga and J Hope.

“You stay right there girl!” Gunwoo said with a disliking tone as he pointed at me. Suga helped Seunghoon who were in so much pain he just groaned.

I stopped and looked from Gunwoo who stared at me to Jungkook who stared at Gunwoo. Jungkook whom always looked so calm had more of an icy tone in his face but I could see nervous pearls of sweat on his forehead.

“What is such a pretty girl doing down here in these neighbourhoods, huh?” Gunwoo asked and walked up to me, analyzing me as I stood frozen with my heart pumping against my chest. He had a gun in his hand, which he caressed my arm, hips and back with. He glanced over at Jungkook with a smirk as Jungkook just stood there, watching every little move he did.

“She is nothing!” He suddenly said in a nervous tone, making Gunwoo smile.

“Oh a soft spot?” Gunwoo asked and brushed his lips against my neck, making me shudder in disgust. I think I heard Jungkook growled.

Suddenly Gunwoo backed up a few meters and pulled up his gun towards me. I froze in fear as my heart was pounding in my chest. I glanced over at everybody else and saw that everybody had pulled up their own guns pointing them at each other, including Jungkook who was aiming at Gunwoo.

“Shoot her and I’ll shoot you” he said harsh. There became a silence as everyone just breathed.

“Y/N come here” V said hard but quietly.

I slowly backed towards V, as Jungkook suddenly placed his arm around my waist firmly and backed without even looking at me or blinking, still with the gun in his hand pointing at Gunwoo.

Jungkook dragged me backwards as he pushed me inside his car and walked fast around and jumped in beside me at the driver seat. I heard all of the others engines going as V, J Hope, Suga and the rest of their gang drove out of there, we joined them in a second as we rushed out of the layer.

I was in shock and felt the adrenaline rushing through my body as Jungkook hit the speed pedal and we were out on the highway.

“Are you a complete idiot?!” He suddenly yelled at me, taking his eyes of the road, looking at me for the first time with infuriated eyes and so many different emotions.

“You could’ve been killed!” He yelled again, harsher and darker as he turned his eyes back on the road.

I was taken off guard but I was still in shock and to the edge of breaking into tears, but I would never, NEVER cry in front of Jungkook.

He clenched his jaw and made a frustrated sound as we drove up on a smaller road. Some minutes later we were on higher groud and as Jungkook stopped the car, we were facing a beautiful sight over Seoul. I would have enjoyed it but my body and mind were still in shock. I looked down at my hands and saw how much they were shaking.

Jungkook turned to me and looked at my hands and sighed.

“You’re shaking” he said cold as I whimpered something that I didn’t even understand myself. He walked out of the car and to my door as he opened it and placed his arm around my waist as he pulled me out.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a cracking voice as he dragged me a few feet from the car and held a tight grip around me and let me lean on him.

“You are in shock, so take deep breaths of fresh air” he said with a low voice as I could feel the vibrating of his chest as he spoke.

Even if I hated him, I couldn’t deny that I felt calmer when he held me and let me lean on him, as the air filled my lungs. As the minutes went by I could feel his grip around my waist loosening a bit, relaxing.

I hated myself for thinking the thought, he was a criminal, an asshole, an arrogant bastard who had the biggest ego I’ve ever encountered, but it felt nice.

“Why did you do that?” I asked as I felt his heartbeats thrumbling on his chest, accelerating.

“Because you would’ve gotten yourself killed if I didn’t do something” he said as if I was such a problem. I became agitated as I let off my weight from him.

“You okay?” He asked not really concerned as I nodded.

“I’m fine” I said with a certain irritated tone as I felt the ground under me moving a bit. He looked at me with a sceptic face.

“You are not fine” he said and clenched his jaw together.

“I am, what do you care any way?” I mumbled as I stumbled a little bit. Jungkook growled.

“And what happened to Seunghoon?” I asked and felt my head spinning a bit. Jungkook muffled a bit and put his hands in his pockets.

“I told the others to take him to the hospital, he accidentaly got shot on the side” he said carelessly and turned around, facing the view.

I looked at him, how can he always be so cold?

Even though I didn’t like him, I accepted the fact that he had saved me.

“Thank you, for helping Seunghoon and me” I said soft as he turned around and looked at me with surprised eyes.

“It’s fine, didn’t want blood on my hands anyway” he said heartlessly as I mentally slapped myself for trying to be nice with this a-hole.

My head started to spin again as I took a hold of a rail for support.

“Can you please drive me home, I think I need to lay down” I said.

Jungkook looked at me, analyzing before he nodded and we drove off. I didn’t really know what happened but as we were racing on the streets of Seoul I felt tired and unintentionally I fell asleep.