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citrus-blade · 1 year ago

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Can you do a Dreamnoblade fic where they are in a secret relationship (dating or married) and everyone finds out?

I didn’t know in what exact direction I wanted to go with this as this request gives a lot of opportunity about the Universe, characters and who reacts in certain ways! So I kinda just went with DSMP setting! hope you enjoy! :]

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They were able to hide it for almost a year, which is much longer than they would have thought. Considering Philza lived right across from Techno, Ranboo living just a few blocks away and Tommy always coming to his hut uninvited. Yeah, they thought they’d find out within the first few months.

But it was clear they overestimated them. By a lot.

Yes, Philza did indeed live right across from Techno, however most of the time he spent down in the giant cellar he was building out into training ground for the Syndicate. So it was rare that he was up when Dream was visiting Techno. And when he wasn’t in the cellar he often wandered around with Ranboo, looking for adventures or was simply sleeping.

Ranboo stayed out of Techno’s business. The Enderman hybrid was rather closed off from the rest of the server, deciding it would be easier for himself to stay by himself most days. When he visited Techno he often announced it beforehand, so it was easy to avoid him.

Last came the biggest problem. Tommy. The kid just appeared out of nowhere, whenever he wanted. No announcement. No planning. Nothing. And what was almost worse was that he stayed for several days most of the time. Cause traveling from his home to Techno’s was quiet a trip and it wouldn’t make sense if he wouldn’t stay for a longer period.

So you can imagine that hiding a relationship from those people was hard, right? Well, you would be right with that. Dream and Techno knew that cause it was them hiding said relationship, can you imagine anyone of their friends - or Dream’s former friends – would found out about it? Their lives would be ruined and their relationship as well. No way would Tommy not immediately run off and tell everyone where Dream could be found.

So for Dream’s sake – and also to safe Techno from annoying questions and judging looks – they played it safe. No one could find out, ever and it went surprisingly well. Dream had a small base close to Techno’s hut, connected through an underground tunnel that ended in the mountain behind said hut. And whenever they could they’d sneak out and meet up.

Most of the time it was Dream visiting Techno, because the piglin hybrid had an actual house and not just two beds and some chests in a small cave. There it was warm and comfortable and nights weren’t cold and without the sounds of dripping water from somewhere – Dream still hadn’t found the source for that.

Sometimes Techno visited Dream but always complained about the man’s living condition, calling him homeless almost every time. It made Dream furious and sometimes he told Techno to leave and that he’d make an actual home out of the cave. Though he never acted on it, instead sneaking into his boyfriend’s bed the same night demanding cuddles which Techno always provided. No one knew but the piglin loved holding his partner close and Dream had the suspicion it was partly to make sure the blond was safe.

Pandoras Vault had hurt Dream, had changed him, damaged him. The scars were one thing, the never leaving tremor of his limbs another. He could still fight, scared Tommy and make sure to kill his enemies, but still. It was different. The fights needed more energy from him and writing a letter was suddenly a much harder task than striking down a cow for it’s meat. Not to forget the nightmares and panic attacks he got from simple stuff, such as eating potatoes.

Techno had stopped growing them, burnt them all down after Dream had a panic attack and told him about the potatoes in prison. Philza had asked him why, Techno simply answered he needed the space for something else and they weren’t efficient anyway. Now there grew roses, useless but beautiful.

It was a calm day, Philza had taken Ranboo to find some totems of undying which would take them a few days and Tommy had left on the same day to return home. Which meant that the hut was completely free from everyone who could disturb the couple. In those times they mostly were in bed, cuddling and napping together, Technoblade slept a lot, hibernated a lot. When Dream was there he tried not to, but it rarely worked, the blond appreciated it though.

So three days or so after everyone had left you could find them in the living room, huddled together under a blanket on the couch. Techno had an arm around Dream, watching the fire move in the chimney and keeping the hut warm. The blanket was more for comfortable reasons and to make Dream feel safer, more unseen. “How long do you think we will have to ourselves?” Dream eventually asked, glancing up at his partner who cocked a brow.

“At least five more days till Philza and Ranboo return,” Techno answered, tightening the hold around Dream and pressing his nose against his temple, inhaling his scent lightly. “They have to travel far cause I took all the totems from the nearest mansions. Don’t worry about them.” Dream hummed lightly as a kiss was placed on his temple, he turned his head to receive one on his lips instead.

His hands found Techno’s face, stroking his cheeks and pulling him closer once more to keep kissing him. Techno was happy to oblige, leaning down to make it easier for Dream. Techno’s hands found Dream’s waist, squeezing lightly and pushing him down in his back. With ease he placed himself between his legs, laying down on the blond while still kissing him, now more heated.

They didn’t hear it, way too distracted by each other to pay any attention to the outside world. How could they when they were holding all they needed in their arms? But the door opened and people walked in, talking to each other about whatever before freezing with said door still open. Only when someone started screaming did Techno and Dream react, sitting up and falling into action.

Dream got his ax to fight, Techno his sword and positioned himself slightly in front of his partner. Both froze in their spot when they realized what was happening. Philza and Ranboo were back and it seemed like Tommy had decided to come back as well. Only there were a few more people, Niki, George and Sapnap were all standing there eyes wide.

“What is that green bastard doing here?!” Tommy eventually pulled everyone out of their frozen state, making them move. Philza looked confused, Ranboo tried hiding said man, Tommy pulled his lame iron sword and Sapnap his diamond one. George just kept staring, tilting his head lightly, while Niki positioned herself next to Philza, a cake in her hand. “Techno! What is he doing here?!”

Examining the room let Techno know that there were only two people who had drawn their weapons and he could easily defeat them with the help of Dream. But still, he stayed tense just as Dream, the man stepping closer to his partner, eyes staring at Sapnap. His tremor got worse which often meant that Dream was about to have another attack so it was time to do something to make sure he would be okay.

“Why aren’t you answering me?!” Tommy was still screaming, making the situation harder on everyone. “Hand him out so I can kill him!”

“No,” Sapnap protested, anger visible on his face as he stepped closer, “I said I would kill him when he escaped.” And now Techno understood why Dream’s state got worse with every second. The piglin huffed out in annoyance, placing himself between the blond and the noirette, making sure he wouldn’t be able to look at him anymore.

“I don’t think so, Sapnap,” Techno growled out, hold on his sword tightening, “why are you all here?”

“Techno, step out of-”

“It wasn’t planned,” Philza cut Sapnap off, meeting his friend’s gaze with no intended harm or anger, just understanding. As someone who was in love with the goddess of death, Philza knew how it was to be in love with someone everyone hated or feared. “Niki sent us all a message about information that George and Sapnap were starting sniffing around in the area here, so we came back. Tommy is here cause we picked him up on the way.”

“I wanted to steal some shit but now that I know he is here-!”

“Of course you wanted to steal stuff,” Techno grumbled under his breath, glancing over his shoulder to check on Dream. He had lowered his ax and was taking deep breathes, eyes closed with his full body trembling. “Why were you two sniffing around here?” Techno now looked at Sapnap and George, or more so glared than just looked.

George glanced at Sapnap, deciding he was too worked up to talk. “We heard that Dream was seen somewhere here and just wanted to check.”

“And then what do once you found him?”

Silence fell over them, clear that Sapnap wanted to kill his former friend, George seemed like he didn’t know why he wanted to find Dream. Maybe to apologize, maybe to ask questions, maybe just to see how much he had changed. Techno didn’t ask him, decided it wasn’t worth it. “Put the weapons down,” he said, glancing at Tommy and Sapnap.

When neither of them moved Niki cleared her throat and turned to them with annoyance visible on her face. “Put them down guys!” And with just a bit more hesitation they did, letting them vanish in their inventories. She then turned to Techno, raising her brows until the piglin also let down his weapon.

Immediately he turned around to Dream, placing one hand over his who were still holding onto the ax. His other one found his cheek, pressing against it lightly and making him look up into Techno’s face. “It’s okay, you’re safe,” Techno mumbled, pressing his forehead against Dream’s. “I will not let them hurt you, you can let go now.” Dream took a few more deep breathes before the ax in his hands vanished.

Techno pulled the blanket that had fallen on the ground over Dream’s shoulders before turning back to the others, arm around the blond. Dream looked up briefly before his eyes found Niki, wandering down to her hands. “...a cake?” He asked, his head slightly tilted.

Niki looked down at the cake in her hands in surprise as if he had forgotten about it. Then she started smiling and looked back up. “Yeah! I made it this morning for Hannah, but she had to cancel our meeting so I wanted to share it with Techno and the others instead, cause I knew they would arrive today, as I wrote them yesterday about George and Sapnap.” She chuckled lightly. “I guess we can all share it?”

“What?! You can’t be serious!” Tommy said, his voice slightly high pitched as he gestured to Dream and Techno, the blond tensing up once again. A big hand on his lower back helped him to calm down again. “You want to give him cake?! He’s a psychopath! A murderer! He belongs into prison!”

Niki rolled her eyes at the young adult. “Have you looked at him? If anything he is the one who needs the cake the most!” Everyone eyes Dream at that, the man had lost a lot of weigh and muscles in prison and blushed in embarrassment when they all looked at him. “He doesn’t look like he could actually harm us, so forget your dumb fights and wars for just a second!”

“Yeah,” Ranboo agreed with a soft voice, eyes the odd pair in front of them. “I also wanna know why he’s here with Techno and why did it look like they were sucking face when we came in here.” And those words both Techno’s and Dream’s faces turned as red as a beet, glancing at each other.

“Wait, you’re right,” Sapnap mumbled with a frown, “What was that?”

“Well…”

“You see…”

They both started at the same time and eventually it was Dream who decided to inform them of their current relationship status. “We’re kind of… boyfriends.”

Silence. Complete silence. Only the wind whistled through the hut and the fire cracked loudly as it danced, making sure it stayed warm. Outside a crow sat in a tree, staring at the hut with the closed doors. Until a loud ‘What?!’ echoed through the woods, forcing multiple animals to flee.

Dream and Techno had a lot of explaining to do.

#dreamnoblade fanfiction #dreamnoblade #dnb #technowastaken #ask #anon #writing requests

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triforce-of-mischief · 11 months ago

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Blindfold Aftermath (Part 2)

Fandoms: Linked Universe, That Broken Promise

Length: Moderate (3185 words)

Summary: Legend and Chief have been avoiding each other for days. Far takes matters into his own hands.

AO3

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He hurt me he betrayed me he LIED to me.

Legend had thought that he had finally found somebody he could trust with his phobia. He had known that it was a risk, befriending a medic of all people, but Chief had truly seemed different. Chief knew what he was talking about, from coping techniques to medical knowledge. He had even expressed anger at Legend’s old doctor for mistreating him.

Which is why Legend felt so impossibly devastated that Chief had done the same to him.

Not even Warriors knew what had happened. He had been there when the morphine wore off, and Legend had let him check the stitches, but he had refused to say a word about Chief.

Legend couldn’t remember anything beyond Chief… giving him the morphine. He guessed that he had been upset and angry, like he still was now. It was something to feel, at least, and he did so gladly. He didn’t have to think about what had happened, just… deal with how he felt about it.

Which he was doing very well, thank you.

It helped that Chief was avoiding Legend just as much as Legend was avoiding Chief. Legend hadn’t so much as glimpsed the medic in however many days it had been. Good. Legend wasn’t ready to see Chief again. Not now, not-

…Not yet.

He was reluctant to say never, and that frustrated him. Legend’s mind was just as traitorous as Chief had been, convinced that they could still be friends like nothing bad had happened.

Legend didn’t want to pretend that things were normal after that unforgivable loss of trust. He wanted to isolate and be angry and wait for things to settle on their own.

He wanted that to feel like the right choice.

****

Far waited a few days, to see if Chief and Legend would work things out without interference from the other heroes. He did his best to keep Red occupied, since Warriors was wary of overwhelming Legend while he was still so unstable. Far even tried approaching Chief after the first full day since the incident. The medic had waved him off, curtly signing that it was “up to Legend.” A terrible excuse, in Far’s opinion, but it wasn’t his place to argue so he didn’t. Far helped to keep Chief fed (at least he hoped so; none of them actually saw Chief eat) but that was the extent of what Chief would allow Far to do for him.

It was stupidly, painfully obvious that Chief and Legend were taking impressive lengths to avoid each other. Confined to their combined camp as they were, neither of them emerged from their tents or joined a gathering by the fire unless it was absolutely necessary, and did the exact opposite of acknowledging the other’s presence.

As the days dragged by with no sign of a reconcile, it was harder for Far to do his part to keep the peace. Red was antsy, asking questions that everybody refused to answer. Chief and Legend had been practically inseparable just days before, and their silent fallout was hard on the kid. It was hard on everyone, and they couldn’t do anything about it.

Eventually, Far resolved that he was going to have to talk to Legend. It was clear that Warriors was too close to the veteran to push his boundaries at all. Far didn’t want to mess Legend up any further either, but as it was they were getting absolutely nowhere. It might’ve been best for Far to be the one to talk to him; he wasn’t as close to Legend as Chief, or hell, Kokiri was. If anybody was going to carefully test Legend’s limits, it might as well have been Far.

With that decided, Far waited for an opportunity to catch Legend alone. It didn’t take long; Legend made his way down to the river that same afternoon, and Far followed with his own pile of laundry.

“Mind if I join you?” Far asked, sitting on the bank at Legend’s nod of assent. He focused on setting out his own clothes, not looking at Legend as he said, “So. Got a minute?”

Legend gestured at his pile of clothes as if to say “not like I have a choice” but answered, “Yeah, what’s up?” He sounded instantly defensive, so Far kept his voice completely calm.

“Go ahead, be mad. I'm curious what got you and Chief at odds,” Far explained. “Because you were both really close and it's starting to get Red jumpy.”

“He... had to treat me. I got hurt and neither of us had anything,” Legend said, quiet and blunt.

Nothing that Far didn’t already know. “Okay. So he stitched up your arm, and now you're both hurting from it and ignoring each other?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Legend said, already tense.

“Are they still in?" Far asked, hoping that a subject change would work better. "The stitches. I remember that you all heal less quickly than us.”

“I- I guess so. I don't really want to know.”

Far paused, unable to mask a brief moment of horror. “...Please tell me someone's checking under your bandage? It's been four days!”

Legend still didn’t seem as concerned as Far thought he ought to be. “Yeah, Wars has. He knows not to tell me anything unless something's wrong.”

Far covered his face and muttered, “So probably yes.”

Once again, they were getting absolutely nowhere. Back to square one, then.

“Look… we don't have to talk about this. I know Chief hurt you, and he knows it too, that's why he's so upset. But like, he's a friend,” Far said gently. “I hope you know he wishes he never had to hurt you.”

He looked over at Legend, who stared back, unconvinced.

“You were pretty out of it when they found you, but you were still clinging to him then. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight as I carried you back,” Far continued, hoping to revive lost memories.

It had almost been cute, how the injured kid had been so out of it yet so determined to make sure that his friend was okay.

Legend’s voice was flat as he stated, “The morphine made me stupid. Chief knew what he was doing.”

“Yeah, he did. He wanted you to be alive and well more than he wants you to like him,” Far said, still calm even though the words hurt. “And that's fair, and if you never want to see him again, fine. But you were friends once, and he did everything he could to make you comfortable. Is there anything else you'd ask of him?”

“...I trusted him, and he used that. I don't ever want to hear 'for your own good' again but... I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about what he did,” Legend said, then shuddered and began to draw back into himself.

Far gave a neutral hum. “I wanted to at least try to talk to you. I’ve tried, but he's not spoken to anyone since we got you both back.”

Legend flinched at that, so Far pushed on. He returned his focus to his laundry, which was nearly gone by this point.

“You're entitled to be mad,” Far said, almost tired. “He did hurt you, nobody's going to deny it. You two were in an awful situation, even if neither of you had any issues with injuries at all. But he feels that he hurt you, Lege. He's grieving it. You don't have to go see him now, but don't think that Chief hurt you lightly. He did it because he cares enough to see you live without him, too.”

Legend took a minute to think of the right thing to say, ending up with self-deprecating deflection that any of them would know all too well. “…I hurt him too. I said things that I thought would save me, because they would hurt him. And now he's still messed up, because of me. I haven't done anything to earn his favor, if we're calling it that.”

“People say awful things when they're in pain, Lege. He knows that," Far sighed. “Chief will forgive you a hell of a lot if you want him back. I'm not saying you have to, but sometimes friends hurt each other. It doesn't have to be the end.”

"It's... stupid, but.… I don't want it to be,” Legend said, barely above a whisper. “It's going to be hard to forgive him, but I’d never forgive myself if I lost him because of this.”

“I’ll let him know. He'll be patient, don't worry,” Far said softly. He watched Legend nod, jaw tense like he was debating whether to ask something, and he added, “If there's anything else that'll help you, let me know?”

Legend nodded again and hurried to say, “Can- can you be there? If he says it’s ok… I don’t want it to be just us.”

“Yeah, of course,” Far reassured him, pleasantly surprised by the veteran’s request. He hadn’t expected to gain the kid’s trust so fast. “You could probably ask for anyone else too. Whoever you need for support, they’ll be there.”

“You said Red's jumpy... I don't want him to hear this,” Legend said, biting his lip.

“He's a kid. You're important to him, and he can tell that something's gone wrong.” Legend was shaking his head, so Far shrugged that off. “But you could also have like, Kokiri or Wars with you, too.”

“Whoever Chief's comfortable with…”

“Lege, it’s Chief. He likes anyone,” Far said, holding back a laugh at the thought of Chief acting otherwise.

Legend admitted, “I… didn't really tell Wars either... He just knows it happened.”

Well, that changed things. If he hadn’t even told his most trusted brother…

Far dragged a hand down a face and asked, “Why? Because you didn’t want to hear him agree it was needed?”

Legend flinched hard. “No, I just wasn’t ready to talk about it.”

Far winced as well, adding a quiet curse. “Sorry- I'm not any better at this. I didn't mean that as an accusation.”

“It’s fine,” Legend mumbled, squeezing his hat particularly hard to wring the water out.

“If you say so,” Far sighed. “I’ll leave you be. Let me know when you're ready. It can wait until you are.”

Legend nodded, not looking up as Far stood to leave. “Yeah… okay.”

****

Chief was, predictably, still hiding in his tent when Far sought him out. He had worked himself into a corner, and Far had to step carefully around deconstructed bits and bobs that were meticulously laid out on the floor. Chief gave Far a brief, tired glance, turning a tool over in his hands as Far knelt across from him.

“I spoke with Legend,” Far said, and watched hope-worry-fear flash across Chief’s face before settling back to tired emptiness.

“Is he okay?” Chief asked quietly, his voice unsteady from days of neglect.

Far considered for a moment, then said, “He’s doing as well as you are.”

Chief made a hum that probably wasn’t supposed to sound as pained as it did.

“He wants to try to talk to you. Soon. Not now, but when you’re ready?” Far asked, waiting patiently as Chief froze.

Chief blinked and said, “That’s… good. That’s good. I’m glad. Whenever he’s ready… I can talk to him.”

“Thank you,” Far said, smiling even though Chief was no longer looking. “We’ll wait for him, then?”

Chief nodded, and Far took his leave.

****

Legend approached him sooner than he had expected; only two days had passed since he had agreed to give Chief a chance. Far could practically see the nerves coming off the kid, and he mentally steeled himself for what was sure to be a difficult conversation.

“Hey Lege, what do you need?” Far asked calmly. He wasn’t about to assume anything, not about a situation that was this sensitive.

Legend twisted one of his rings so harshly that Far was half-worried that his finger would come off with it. “Um... I'm ready to talk to Chief now, if you're not busy...”

Doubtful, but Far didn’t challenge Legend’s judgement. “Yeah, sure. Do you want me to bring him over here or come with me?”

“I can come,” Legend said instantly, and took a step closer.

“Sure. I haven’t seen him leave his tent today, so…”

Far led him to Chief’s tent, holding up a finger in a signal for him to wait outside. Far poked his head inside, where the medic was curled up in a corner with a book.

Far cleared his throat and said, “Hey Chief? I need a second.”

He shifted as Chief looked up, letting him see Legend behind him. Chief went pale in the face with shock, and Far heard a faint whimper from Legend.

Far didn’t trust that either of them were truly ready for this conversation. At least he could trust that things wouldn’t get violent. Still, they were in desperate need of a mediator.

“Here will do,” Far said, grateful that Chief’s things were fully reassembled by now. There was room for him to walk; room for them to sit. “We should have enough quiet here, I think.”

He sat near Chief, mostly facing him but angled enough that Legend could position Far between them. Unsurprisingly, the veteran did so, the wings on his boots fluttering even as he settled.

“Right…” Chief rasped, reciprocating Legend’s refusal to look at him.

A few beats of silence passed before Legend broke it. “Um… hi.”

Chief gave a vague hum, then swallowed and managed to say, “…I’m glad you look well.”

Far held back a wince at hearing how stiff his friend’s voice was.

“It’s nearly healed... You did a good job,” Legend mumbled, picking at the edge of the bandage until Far nudged him.

Chief, thankfully, had still not looked up. “Good. I’m… relieved…” He closed his eyes for a moment, and his voice was slightly stronger when he continued. “I’m sorry. I… had to trick you, but I'm sorry I hurt you. If there had been any other way…”

“Yeah… thanks,” Legend whispered. He shuddered, collecting his thoughts. “Um… I'm sorry too, for what I said. I wanted to say anything that might've stopped you- and you didn't deserve to hear it."

Chief gave a soft laugh and nodded, though Far detected the first hint of tears in his voice. “I know. I… thank you. I'm sorry we couldn't… I don't know what all Far said, but I'll be okay if you don't want to talk to me again, I promise.”

Far silently offered his hand to Legend, who grabbed it with a faint whine.

“It's upsetting, but I'm not the one who was hurt worst. No matter how rude you were, you weren’t in your right mind. You were just trying to defend yourself.”

Chief shrank into himself, and Far resisted the urge to sigh. This was not how this apology was supposed to go. Didn’t Chief have experience with this kind of patient? Legend was just a scared kid and Chief was a trained medic and the adult, and Far had half a mind to hiss as such at him. Instead, Far bit his tongue and let Legend stammer through his own protest.

“No, I don't want to lose you. Even though you hurt me- and I’m sorry, but I don't think I can forget that- you still know the most about what I went through. Things may not be perfect, but I don't want this to ruin everything.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to forget. I did hurt you,” Chief said, then finally turned to look at Legend. “It was necessary, but it still happened. Even so, it can still be okay.”

“People hurt each other,” Far said softly. “It's just part of being alive.”

Legend glanced up at Far, inadvertently meeting Chief’s eyes instead. He jolted and hid his face in Far’s side.

Chief had been scowling at Far, but looked away just as quickly as Legend had. He pulled his legs close and rested his chin on his knees, watching Legend out of the corner of his eye. “It’s okay if you still want to wait,” Chief said gently. “I appreciate getting to apologize to you. I didn't want to bother you while you were still upset.”

“I don't... like being like this,” Legend said, still pressed against Far. “I didn't know that I was making things worse by avoiding you. I wasn't ready to talk before, but I am now. I am still upset, but… you don't need to be hurt too.”

“You weren't making things worse for me, Lege. I knew what would happen when I did it,” Chief said, soft and careful. “Of course I was sad to lose your friendship, but you can't… you can’t put that over someone's health. I had to make a decision, and I’m sorry that you were part of it.”

Legend swallowed hard before saying, “I don’t want to lose our friendship. this is something we can grow from, right? It’s been over for days, I’m sick of pushing each other away.”

“Yeah, if you're ready,” Chief agreed. “If you’re ready we can move on. You were… worried about me, even high you know? It was nice.” He turned to look at Legend again, watching the kid with a tired semblance of a smile.

“Really? I don’t remember anything…” Legend frowned, trying to make sense of a story that didn’t line up right.

“I’m not surprised, I used a high dose,” Chief sighed. “You were kinda sweet, though. You insisted we cuddle.”

Far allowed himself a quiet laugh, relieved at the thought that the immediate aftermath hadn’t been all bad.

“Man, I really was out of it…” Legend hummed, but he sounded more hopeful than anything.

“You were.” Chief laughed weakly, and Far caught him rubbing his sleeve over his eyes. “I won’t tell.”

“Thanks.” Legend sniffled, then hesitated like he was surprised at his own emotion. “What a mess…”

Far settled Legend fully on his lap without protest, biting back the urge to coo as the melted kid peeked at Chief once more.

“Do you two need to hug again now?” Far suggested gently, squeezing Legend’s hand as reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Legend made a soft, almost-nervous sound, then nodded and reached ever-so-slowly for his friend. Chief barely looked any more confident, but Far’s expectant look followed him as he stood and let Legend pull him back down to curl up on his own lap. It was a position that almost seemed preestablished, Chief letting himself be small and vulnerable while Legend held him close. The three of them were a tangled mess, and Far wouldn’t have it any other way.

The smaller two, overcome with raw emotion, were a shivering, silently sobbing mess, clinging to each other with the terror that the other would let go. Far hugged them both, knowing that as long as they took to heal, he would remind them that they were there for each other.

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dominoxsquad · 10 months ago

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Ok so welcome to my overhaul of my Street Kid Kallus concept. Some things haven’t much changed, but for the most part things are v different. It’s gonna be long so I’m putting it under a Read More. Feel free to make suggestions cause there are parts of this that I still haven’t fully figured out yet 😅

(One more thing, I’m going to be using his first name or Alex or Sasha for Kallus in this. Just letting everyone know now to avoid confusion)

Let’s go!

For some reason I love giving characters siblings. So Alex now has a twin sister he grew up with on the streets, Theodosia. (Her name will be getting shortened to Theo or Dosie from now on)

The family resemblance is very strong between them.

Neither of them remembers their parents. As far as they’re concerned they don’t have any. They’re just lower city street rats trying to scrape by.

Thankfully they aren’t on their own long. A gang leader with a reputation for having a lot of kids hanging around known only as Ma takes them in when they’re around 10-11.

It’s more a gang in name only, but the group gets involved with some of the turf scuffles. They’re more interested in scouring the lower levels for interesting and valuable things left behind or dropped in order to turn them into something valuable or sell as-is.

Alex and Theo take to the group pretty well. They make a core group of new friends, new family, that they stick with more than anyone.

There’s Bea, a transfem Twi’lek who is a medical prodigy. She’s only two years older than them and has no formal training, but studies everything she finds and can patch people up by hand better than any medical droid anyone on the lower levels can get their hands on. She also does some body mods for extra money.

There’s also Kitsch. He never knew his name but someone called him that somewhere along the line and it stuck. I’m considering him being a Zabrak. He’s a great engineer. That goes for engineering weapons and ships. Alex gets into racing because of him, as well as getting more into tinkering with droids and code.

And there’s someone else that I think is going to be a Mirialan that I don’t have a name for yet. But I think she was a padawan very briefly before deciding she wasn’t a good fit and leaving, ending up with the group. She’s a bit odd but loves history and has a good eye for determining the value of things.

Things are overall pretty good for Alex and Theo. It can be pretty damn rough and there’s always the risk of Alex dying in the races but he’s a great pilot in that regard so he doesn’t worry. And Ma had taken a liking to them. They’re good at managing things and working good under pressure. To the point they seem set to eventually become her seconds in command.

But then the group of friends get to talking, specifically about how deep they’ve all gone to salvage things. And that’s when Alex and Theo get it in their head that they want to go as deep as possible. To the lowest layer of Coruscant, just to see. To know what’s down there.

So they go. Just the two of them and whatever supplies they think they need and can carry. It’s a rough trip and it takes a good while. It just keeps going. And going. And for a while the deeper they go the rougher things get, even beyond what they were used to.

Eventually though. Eventually things thin out. They reach layers where people have more or less abandoned in favor of moving up. Parts of the city that are so empty it becomes easy to forget the amount of people on the layers above.

Finally they come to a place where between the buildings is not metal, but rock. Dirt. The corpse of a planet strangled by the constant need to build. The two of them simply lay down on one of those areas of earth, looking up at the metal above them. That’s when things really change. Alex tells Theo that he won’t die there. He can’t die there.

Not there there, in that exact spot, but on Coruscant in general. He wants off the planet. Wants to go somewhere that the planet hasn’t been choked. Where you don’t have to struggle upwards so hard to see the sky. Where there is simply more space.

Fast forward a while, the Empire is just getting started and it is opened up to other people. Theo and the others have a really bad feeling but for Alex this is his chance to finally get away from the planet. Maybe not immediately, but it’s at least something that will get him there.

Ma is the only one to not tell him that if he leaves, if he goes to join the academy, that they don’t want him back. She’s the only one to give him a way that he’ll always be able to call if he needs to reach them. He never intends to, knowing the others would never want him back.

Think I’m gonna leave this one here since that kinda starts getting into adult Kal and his issues. Maybe I’ll do a second part for that if people want. Or just feel free to ask questions if theres things you’d want to hear about, my askbox and dms should be open!

#alexsandr kallus #street kid kallus #scavenger kal

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atinydragon · 25 days ago

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Rat Manor: Hide And Seek

After the day’s incident it’s decided that the rats less experienced with borrowing should get some lessons in it. To Button’s surprise she volunteers!

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"I can't believe you did that!" Button tried to make her voice stern but it came out squeaky as usual. "You know we're not supposed to be seen."

"I know, I'm sorry Button." said Glimmer. The fairies antenna were drooping. They lowered their voice to a whisper "But our new guest smelled like trash and Sam wasn't much better."

"Still..." Button glanced over at the other three fae.

They were standing in a group with Sam explaining to Willow how she found Moss. The pixie in question was standing next to them smiling as her eyes darted around the attic.

"...We're not supposed to be seen." repeated Button.

"Why not?" said Moss.

Both Button and Glimmer jumped. Neither had seen the pixie approach. Even Sam and Willow looked confused as to how she got over there.

"Well giants don't really like us..." Button fidgeted with the end of her dress.

"Giants are really territorial." Willow stepped in. "They don't like others in their space or taking their supplies, no matter how small. Sometimes they don't even seem to realize we're people."

"That's because of the glamour." said Glimmer simply. They looked at everyone's confused faces "Y'know the one that makes giants see us as bugs and literal rats? I've told you about it right Button?"

Button fidgeted. Had Glimmer told her about it before? She couldn't remember ever hearing of it. But what if she said they never did and then she just forgot about it like a terrible friend-

Glimmer sighed and straightened up. “Well. I'm not certain of its exact origins but it's a sort of universal glamour on all fae that disguises our true appearances to giants. To them we look like a normal rodent or insect."

"Is that why that giant didn't react to you?" said Sam to Moss.

"Yep! I was just a big fly." Moss buzzed her wings to make a noise uncannily similar to a fly’s buzz.

"That actually makes a lot of sense, it was probably a defense when we first encountered giants..." Willow trailed off, getting lost in his own head.

"Right, it's a defense thing. I'm sure giants would react far worse to a person in their home than just another bug." said Glimmer.

"All the more reason to not be seen." said Willow as he snapped back into reality "They're likely going to set traps now that they know for certain that pests can get in. Maybe even worst..."

Button gulped and stared at the floor. She felt Glimmer's arms wrap around her shoulders.

"But!" Willow said hastily "This is an old house. It's only natural for there to be hundreds of ways for actual bugs and rats to get in. The giants here have almost certainly accepted that they'll have to deal with them being inside. As long as we don't any more brazen things or let them see us in the pantry we should be fine."

Everyone nodded.

"Good. Tomorrow I'll go scout and see the damage. And hopefully get food, those apples are barely enough for tonight."

Alone? Not even the bravest of scouts in Button’s family had been willing to go alone unless absolutely necessary. Willow didn’t seem stupid to her so he must be quite brave to do this.

Sam cringed at her bag of browning apple chunks. "Wait just you? Weren't you all about as many people going?"

"For food runs yes usually. But this is a scouting run." said Willow. "Also you're... well..."

"A liability, yeah I get it." finished Sam.

An uncomfortable silence followed. Everyone was scowling or looking down avoiding the others eyes or shifting around like they didn't want to stand there anymore.

"I could do stealth training with you guys." Button blurted. She squeaked and covered her mouth. Why did she say that?

"What's that?" said Sam.

Somehow Button's paws lowered on their own "It's something my family did to teach the kids how to sneak around a dwelling. Where to walk, how to hide quickly, that stuff." Button's ears were burning by the time her mouth finally stopped.

There was a pause.

Button curled her tail around her legs. They were not happy at all. She was going to get yelled at.

"Oh yeah that's a good idea. You are very quiet, no offense, so you must have been really good at it." said Sam.

"Yes more sneaky!" buzzed Moss "I like sneaking."

"Then we'll do that." said Willow "I'll go down and scout while Button gives you all a crash course on being stealthy." Once again everyone gave their agreement.

Button blinked, unsure of what just happened.

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"Why'd you let me say that?" Button fussed with her cloth piece, unsure of how to wrap it around her in a professional manner. What even was a professional way to look to teach people how to steal?

"Because I'm not going to tell you to shut up." Glimmer grabbed the cloth and began wrapping it around Button "Especially not when you're being smart. This is a good idea." They tied up the cloth.

"Still... what if they don't listen to me or make fun of me?"

"After what the three of us did without any thought yesterday, none of us have any leg to stand on if you mess up. Besides Sam will be waiting for me to mess up, not you."

"I guess that makes sense." mumbled Button.

"Good. Let's go."

The two fae left the den and headed to the hole.

Moss and Sam were waiting there for them. Willow had already left to hopefully map out the kitchen giant's, or the cook as Glimmer thought she was, schedule.

Button gripped one of her pony tails. The only one she could look in the eye without breaking her neck was Moss. Even Glimmer was suddenly intimidating with the prospect of having to teach them something looming over.

"So what first teacher?" Glimmer winked.

Hopefully Button's mouth was making the normal smile she was trying to get it to. "Well... first is..." she glanced around. How had her mother started these lessons? "Where would you hide if a giant appeared? GO there. Right Now!"

The other three looked startled at the suddenly firm voice that came out of Button's mouth. But then Moss zoomed off and the other two moved as well.

Button had been mentally counting. Once she hit five seconds she spoke, trying to be as loud as she could. "Okay! Stop where ever you are!" She walked forward to begin searching only to stop when she glanced at the hole and saw Sam on the first platform.

Sam grinned sheepishly up at her. "Should have gone down one more huh?"

"That's okay, this would get you out of a giant's way at least. Want to help me find the others?"

"Sure." Sam heaved herself out of the hole.

The two didn't have far to walk until they found Glimmer crammed in between two boxes.

"Well, I guess that hides you from a giant." said Button "Can you get out?"

Glimmer squirmed, doing little to get themselves out. Sam had to pull them out.

It took the trio longer to find Moss. The pixie had hidden herself well. She was only found when Button happened to look up and spot her hanging upside down from the rafters. "That was fun! What's it for?" said Moss once she fluttered down to the others.

"It's a test. But we're not done. Now you all close your eyes, say millipedes five times, and then come find me." said Button.

The others looked confused but did actually do as they were told.

Once they all had their eyes closer Button bolted.

She rounded around a box and headed full tilt towards a bookshelves. Narrowly dodging splinters, she dove under it. Now laying down she moved just enough to get somewhat comfortable on her stomach. And she waited.

Soon she heard the others began to search for her.

Sam and Glimmer were immediately bickering but still moving around. Moss was either silently searching or had gotten distracted.

Time passed and eventually Glimmer and Sam were standing in front of the bookshelf.

"Where is she? Can she turn invisible or something?" said Sam.

"Not that she's told me. But I'm starting to wonder..." Said Glimmer.

"Nope!" Button popped out from under the shelf.

Both fae jumped at her sudden arrival.

"How did you fit under there?" Sam crouched down to look at the small space. "Also why are we playing hide and seek?"

Button stood and brushed herself off "Hide and seek?"

"It's a kids game. One person is 'it' and has to close their eyes and count while everyone else hides. Then the person goes to find them." said Sam.

"Oh. A game?" Button had never done these tests for fun. How rough did Sam live?

"It's so fun! We didn't really take it seriously, at least my siblings never did. My brother, James, would just throw a blanket over himself. Sometimes it would even work, but usually he'd just end up popping up shouting 'boo!' and chasing the seeker. It was great."

Or Sam's family hadn't been as strict as Button's and the game was actually just a game. Button ignored the odd pain she felt from this information "That sounds nice. My family always used it as a way to train kids on how to hide and flee properly. I've never really played it just for fun..."

"Well you can now." said Glimmer "I mean, we have to take it seriously but you're already so good."

"Yeah! You take it easy so you don't completely own us newbies." Sam winked.

Button blushed "Okay."

Moss appeared from nowhere "Can I do the findings now?"

Once the others got over the fright they agreed.

#g/t #g/t ocs #giant/tiny #g/t writing #cue training montage lol #rat manor #my stuff #oc button #oc glimmer #oc sam #oc willow #oc moss

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juszar2 · 7 months ago

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I'm the type that likes when a neighborhood is cleaned up... Revitalized, when the buildings have had the graffiti removed and been painted nicely with a modern sophistication. These are things that people with certain characteristics will never ever understand nor appreciate. And honestly, that is but one of the stark differences between their arrested development, including actually getting arrested and criminally involved and myself who is not interested in mingling or being stalked by such. They do not have it within them and so taking to forums that kids often utilize to insult, narrate their efforts to utilize what they at 40 refer to publicly as their p**** to offer as the means to attack a woman, is their normal regular life that they likely call personality. Being reserved avoiding what is uncouth might be something such is unable to understand. They utilize the forum as do kids while those of us who actually developed and reached maturation as a teen even, we have to monitor and show the youth the right way... Authorities end up involved when you are singled out for a stalking effort because of some jealous child lowlies who were not taught well or "taught" unfortunately what the geriatric lowly learned which appears to be to fence in employment, a major entity's funds to supplement their personal income, to carry on a situation for years and years and given the ranking circumstances, made worse with a multitude of firsthand witness from all walks of life vocally informing me of details without my interest even, and the near geriatric obsessing and stalking and trying to "set up" a woman who for her entire life has lived with integrity and could never be reduced to the level of the sick geriatric but it tries an effort so that it can make every attempt to compare when impossible (I am not it... Not close). Fixated and exacting a stalking scorn because and primarily because, considering the fact that this obsessed is the Exact sort that would never like, nor appreciate such a woman as we are opposites, but it will emulate to an absurd degree and try and model life and character even after a real woman of humility and modesty and seek out her (my) acquaintances while praising the woman daily in preparation for the day that she decides that is enough of being in close proximity to lowly of the lowest kind. When that day came... Loudly and without provocation nor involvement the sick near geriatric went about attacking openly and without my knowledge nor involvement as... I was long gone. Only to find that the homosexual in concert with this lowly had been pursuing this toilet paper who is another shame as now fully understood that my efforts were never matched and I alone was my success and accomplishments and achievements. The possible toilet paper had his lowly kept under wraps when in the company of dignity. But not an asset assigned to his name and Not responsible for dignified smart character instilled in some successful, kind, brilliant people. The geriatric foul stalker obsessed went about utilizing whatever liabilities it was able to identify and created an entire attack. All while I was unaware and working to build upon and further my success and really utilize my potential where possible true ethics and growth could be found. A full attack and utilizing the possible toilet paper because that is the Only way... And they know it. I do not dwell in any setting that the rot would and to impact me could only be via the weak and detrimental. I can wish daily that I never accepted his imploring me to be with him and then yearly "love him back" a weak open door planted by Satan for a time such as this. Such as when I see the fruits of my young labor rearing and instilling and forging an effort of career, learning and investing in property and self entirely. Satan had to have a lowly plant. I'd known was not my equal in life effort or tenacity but I was not certain that the effort to be decent only came from my end/influence encouragement. I did not know that little girl type Treachery, conniving would manifest.

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mondrise · 2 years ago

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kageyama tobio being a good senpai 🥺

sophomore kageyama tobio is a lot better at the communication thing than freshman kageyama tobio. it would really suck if he wasn't, especially when it comes to the court—considering he spent nearly a year learning to play knife nice with his teammates, he's grown used to people counting on him, and he never complains because he's confident in his skills. of course, that confidence doesn't necessarily carry over into other aspects of his life.

communication, for example. just because he's better at it doesn't mean he's great. or good, even.

to the newer members on the team, he's still a bit rough around the edges. a couple of the scrubs muster the courage to make small talk every now and then, but the majority of them can never seem to say more than two syllables to him, much less continue a conversation. hinata is always the first to point it out, which is sort of annoying, if only because it's a known fact that hinata is their favorite out of all the upperclassman.

"maybe you should do something about that," hinata says.

tobio frowns. "you're gesturing to all of me."

"i didn't want to miss a spot."

"dumbass."

"i’m kidding," hinata grins. "don't worry so much about offending them, bakageyama. that’s not to say you should be rude on purpose, but at least you're not still being rude accidentally, either."

"still?"

"it was a compliment."

"me accidentally offending people?"

"you not accidentally offending people anymore."

"it's different when they're younger than you," tobio grumbles. "you're probably used to it, though, being the eldest child and all."

on the contrary, everyone in tobio's life has always been the same age or older, and he looks up to all of them one way or another. that's why he knows firsthand what it means to have heroes like that for kids like him. he isn't sure how to step into that role, if he wants to at all. the first years on the team are clumsy and curious, but what can he teach them that the others can't? it took him this long just to stop accidentally offending people.

"you're worrying again," hinata teases.

tobio swats at him. "shut up."

"what would our senpais do in this situation? i mean, you're definitely not as cool," tobio attempts another swipe at his head, but hinata avoids it with a laugh. "okay, okay! i just figured you could use them as inspiration without following in their exact footsteps! when i was gesturing to all of you, i was pointing out the best parts!"

tobio gives a grunt to end the conversation and promptly shifts into position. as he starts his serve, he begrudgingly takes the advice, thinking about his grandfather, his sister, his senpais, his friends—even dumbass hinata—and he arrives at the conclusion that all the best parts of him are an amalgamation of them.

then the ball flies. and so does tobio.

by the time he becomes vice captain in his third year, the younger members of the team can talk to him without stuttering like they once did when speaking to his second year self. had he done anything differently? no, not really. he just decided to do something, and people happened to notice.

as far as tobio knows, he isn't a hero to anyone, but he is a senpai—kageyama-senpai who spends so many of his breaks teaching the first years how to send a ball soaring over the net. kageyama-senpai who keeps coins in his pockets so he can buy them drinks after a late practice.

kageyama-senpai who throws his jacket over their shoulders when they doze off on the bus. kageyama-senpai who stays to toss for them even if he's exhausted from playing five straight sets. kageyama-senpai who isn’t the best at everything. or great. or good, even. but kageyama-senpai always tries.

the kids who look at him see all the best parts of themselves, too. there's no real way to put it into words until they hear hinata-senpai say them aloud.

"as long as you're here, i'm invincible."

kageyama-senpai might not consider himself a hero, but he sure has a way of making you feel like one. and that means more to them than anything else.

#haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #kageyama #tobio #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio scenarios #kageyama tobio imagines #kageyama tobio fluff #kageyama tobio headcanons

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obislittleone · 2 years ago

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Awakening

(A/n and warnings in series Masterlist)

Your knuckles were bleeding, and so was your nose. It dripped down thickly over your lip before he started wiping it away. The red that smeared onto the crumpled-up toilet paper from the nearest cruddy stall was like a burst of color in the florescent lit, gray-looking bathroom.

Sitting on this counter in the boys restroom while your dearest friend did his best to clean your mild wounds felt sort of patronizing, if you were being completely honest. You hadn’t said a word since the fight, which was probably for the best, because you didn’t feel like justifying your reasoning to him at the moment. You got angry, but you weren’t really sure what over. There were a multitude of things plaguing your brain and turning you anxious, but to put a finger on the exact one of them that caused you to assault a petty, bitch-ass teenage boy in the cafeteria? You couldn’t even begin to narrow it down.

“Ow,” you muttered, feeling like a wimpy child being taken care of by their mommy after falling down. To be completely fair, the pressure he applied was more than you were expecting, and he wasn’t giving any room for it to loosen up.

“The bleeding won’t stop unless you hold it,” he tried to reason with you, but you weren’t having it. “Can you just sit still?” His annoyed tone had only now begun to build, what with him trying to help you, and you making it difficult for him. You tilted your head away, unwilling to believe his method of what seemed to be madness could ever work.

You immediately regretted your decision, when the jerking of your head caused the burst blood vessel to pour out more. You licked your lips as a last effort to save your bleach-wash jeans from getting stained. The metallic taste in your mouth was not one you found to be fond, but it worked, even if only for a few seconds. You had to reach your hands up to catch the drops of blood from getting to your clothes, and the boy in front of you scoffed at your surprised nature that you were in fact still bleeding, though you resisted his instructions on how to make it stop.

“Give it,” you demanded, reaching for the mashed up toilet paper, which had already two red streaks along the sides. You tried your best to do it yourself, but finding that you weren’t putting enough pressure, the blood just kept leaking through the thin and papery material.

“Stubborn ass,” he laughed once at your attempts before taking over again, pressing firmly to actually stop the red from gushing out of your nose any longer. You decided it best to just let him take it from there, finishing it off to where he could finally pull back the bloody toilet paper, and you wouldn’t have to risk it all for your jeans. It was now sore, because admittedly, getting punched in the face hurt less than the aftermath of trying to stop the bleeding.

“He had it coming, y’know,” you began, watching as he examined your hands, careful to avoid pressing too hand on the bruising and bloody areas. Funny how he didn’t share the same sentiment with your nose.

“Alright, let’s hear it.”

He knew you never started fights, not physical ones at least. After watching the kid get dragged out of the cafeteria and to the nurses office while you stood screaming and flipping him off, he figured he’d stumbled into the lunchroom too late on the wrong day. He would have loved to see you hand that kid’s ass to him, because that kid in particular had been a bully around not only the school, but the entire town for years now.

“I was minding my own damn business, just walking to my table, as one does,” you set yourself as the innocent party, of course, and he had no reason to believe you weren’t, though it was a bit funny to hear the way you played the story out. “Then this horse-shit village idiot decides he’s gonna put a move on me.”

“Oh boy-“

“Smacked my ass in front of the entire room,” you were fuming, and though the boy before you was trying to be gentle with your injured hands, you didn’t seem to care at all, balling them into fists and letting them shake with the tension of your anger. Clearly you had the mind to hit this kid again. “I pulled him out of his seat and started quietly and calmly discussing with him the dangers he was facing, and he tried to do it again. At that point he was asking for it.”

“So you hit first?” He came to his own conclusion, and you huffed at him, as if feeling like he was on opposing sides, though he was literally the one to pull you into the restroom to hide as soon as he got word you were going to be summoned by the principle. Even now, he was doing his best to take care of you, but you simply did not care.

“That’s not the point,” you complained, your anger long since unbridled an now aiming at anyone you deemed necessary to receive it. “He shouldn’t have hit back at all, or even smacked my ass in the first place.”

His smirk told you he agreed, and that he had only been teasing you before. He knew you were purely acting out of payback to the unwashed miscreant that had assaulted you first. Knowing you, the act itself didn’t bother you as much as the person who did it. You both have hated Bryan since the day he entered your grade. He was glad someone finally gave him a good kick in his balls. Especially since that someone was you. You were most deserving, he would say.

“You’re making fun of me,” you raised a brow, tilting your head and pulling your hands away from him. He looked at you with a thin smile, a look worn on his face that confirmed your suspicions.

“Never.”

He stood back and let you hop off the counter, though neither of you made any move to leave the safe confines of the gross school restroom. It smelled worse than the shit farm about three miles from your house, in which you caught whiff of every day while riding your bike to school. You’d never been in the boys restroom before, but you originally thought it couldn’t be too different from the girls. But no, it was dialed to eleven, actually. It must have been really bad, considering your nose might be broken and you can still drown in the odor.

You rocked awkwardly back and forth on your heels, trying to think of something else to say, unsure if the interaction was over yet. He didn’t seem to think so, and his thought process had been the same as yours, finding the words quicker than you ever did.

“Can I ask you a question?”

You seemed surprised that either of you finally gained the audacity to fill the silence, but nodded and responded anyways.

“Shoot.”

The gears in his head were turning, almost as if he’d not even conjured said ‘question’ yet. You waited patiently, your eyes telling him to hurry it along before he finally huffed out a sigh and shook his head. Was he second guessing himself?

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he started, leaning against the frame of the stall behind him. He was trying to seem casual about this, though for the life of him, didn’t know why. “Did you start the fight to get your dad’s attention?”

Ouch.

He knew about the deeply repressed daddy issues, and how could he not? Your whole friendship originally was started to piss off your dad, though being a real and meaningful relationship to you now, Eddie was positive you still had those motives occasionally.

“Why would I want his attention?” You snapped at him, and hi expression flinched a little. You regretted it, of course, and you couldn’t blame him. He’d just witnessed the butt end of a fight in which you demolished a kid that was bigger than you. Not by a ton, but still. You weren’t the strongest girl by any means, but when fueled by anger, mountains could possibly be moved. “That piece of shit has never done anything for me to want his attention.”

“I’m not saying you do,” he countered, raising his hands in surrender. He would have never asked if it meant you’d get this angry with him. “It was a dumb question, I’m sorry.”

The bigger man. He always was, the boy who could admit he was in the wrong and apologize for it. You’d like to see half the guys in your school try and own up to all the shit they’ve done, mush less express they’re contrition. Eddie was nothing if not a guy with the balls to own up. True bravery if you ever saw it.

“It’s fine, I know why you ask..” You relaxed almost immediately, and he saw the tense stress fall from your shoulders the exact moment you let it go. You weren’t really mad at him, he knew that. You were probably just reeling back down from the great cafeteria escapade.

“You wanna skip fourth period?” He wondered if this half assed plan was a good one or a bad one, considering you were probably wanted for the murder of Bryan Andrews dignity by all school authority, including the worst of them all, Principle Higgins. “We can go for a drive.”

You smirked, quite mischievously he might add, before tilting your head from side to side, as if weighing the pros and cons. You could care less about your education from this point, as you were already doing good with your grades, at least for a cheater. Morally you knew it was bad, but you didn’t see the point in learning all this pointless information that would absolutely never help you in life.

“How much smoke you got on you?” You teased, and he just rolled his eyes. Of course. You didn’t even smoke unless you were with him, but he found it funny anyways that you seemed to be hooked on the stuff whenever he was around.

“Enough,” he admitted, brushing your shoulder playfully as he walked passed and to the door. Admittedly, you both would have to be careful to make it to the exit without being seen. If you got caught, it would probably be detention for a week for you, and him accompanying the assigned seat beside yours for at least only the day. If he had to, he’d make up some trouble to fill the week’s time, but only if you couldn’t get out of it.

“Sounds like a full afternoon, then.”

It had been a memory, from longer ago than it seems, now… How it can be so fresh in his mind after years, he’d no clue. The fact that such a forgotten time came to his head, it was strange, almost as if his mind was trying to tell him something.

Get up…

The awakening was cold, and dark… like the opposite of birth.

It felt as though every muscle in his body had been reconstructed inside him and glued back together with the nastiest substances known to man. It felt sickening, at first. The feeling that he was alive, but not really there. His mind was twisting, and branching onto thoughts that he couldn’t bring to completion. He struggled to remember where he was, or how how got here… how he died.

Get up.

The repeat of the words got his attention this time, for the voice in his head was not his own, and had he not been so unknowingly relaxed about all of this, the dark and eerie tone would have scared him to death. He heard the command echo a few times, before it sunk in. He couldn’t refuse the instruction.

Stand.

And again, he did. His legs were at first a bit wobbly beneath him, and as he came to balance, they felt completely numb, yet strong at the same time. All of his muscles were like stone, cold and without feeling, yet sturdy and unbreakable. How had this happened to him? He felt like he could break a tree log in half with his bare hands…

My solider…

He looked around him, trying to find the voice calling out, but there was nothing for miles, just the words in his head that he wasn’t thinking himself. Who was addressing him as such? He wasn’t a soldier, he was just a boy.

Standing and looking around, he began to feel weak, but not in the traditional sense. He felt weak like he’d just woken up after a long sleep, and his body hadn’t been given proper sustenance to function. He was hungry… or at least he thought he was. There was no rumbling of his empty stomach, or craving of food at even the thought of it. He could think of the most delicious food he’d ever tasted, but at this second, though very hungry for something, it would not appeal to him.

You seek prey.

What did that even mean? This uncontrollable voice in his head seemed to want to help him, seemed to be an ally, but recalling the echos in his mind only made him confused, and strangely more disoriented than he had been in this eerie place. The word prey stuck out all of a sudden. Why did his mouth begin to water when it coursed through his mind? Prey and Predator, mostly associated with animals, with great beasts and innocent creatures, but not with humans. The thought of being a predator, something who hunts and devours, it was almost sickening for a split second… but then something snapped.

His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips, an old habit that refused to die hard, even after this strange transformation. He caught onto a sharp tooth that hadn’t been there before. He always had sharper canines than most people, but this was unusual even for him. There was a matching tooth on the other side, and he momentarily had to double back and check again, just to make sure he wasn’t going crazy… he already felt insane as it were, in this place, as he’d come to be, and with no explanation or memory of what happened.

You must feed, gain your strength.

Again the command, not giving friendly advice but rather an actual order to follow, and he felt as though he had no choice. His feet started to move under him without even thinking, no actual idea of where he was going. He cursed under his breath and stopped for a minute, focusing on a destination that could give him access to what he needed, whatever that was.

His eyes closed, his thought process was moving quickly, jumping from one thing to another. Am I hungry? Yes. For food? No. For something I’ve tasted before? Yes…. Wait-

“He was doing it wrong.”

You continued into the woods, huffing at your friend who was not only getting on your nerves by trailing behind, but by bringing up something you didn’t want to talk about anymore.

The day prior, there had been a party. Once of the famous loser jocks from Hawkins had planned it out weeks in advance, waiting for the most opportune time for when his parents would take their annual trip to the city for business, leaving the large home completely unattended. You were often not invited to said parties, no one from hellfire ever was. Outcasts with weird hobbies didn’t get invites to cool parties where teenagers would drink their nights away and grind against each other to annoying, pop-y music. In your opinion, you were better off not having to listen to the high-school queen bees slurring the words of Material Girl. At least, you always told yourself that when you’d find yourself missing out on the regular teen experience. This party was like any other, except for one factor. Eddie. He had started dealing secretly around town for a few months, now, and it was well known to anyone who wanted a good hook-up that he was the man to go to. He was the only one you knew that got an invite. You told yourself you couldn’t care less, but he saw how it weighed on you, your want to be accepted and treated as part of society. You craved to feel normal, to be amongst people who might say that you were. You were not a fan of being different, as much as your friends convinced you it was a good thing, you weren’t so sure. For the most part, you were just tired of the bullying. Eddie couldn’t help himself, he gave in and took not only you, but Gareth to the party.

“There’s no wrong way of doing it, Eds,” you responded with a roll of your eyes, although he couldn’t see it with your back facing him at least ten feet ahead on the woodland trail.

Shotgunning, that’s what this conversation was about, or at least leading up to. Gareth lit up a smoke last night in the corner of the house’s backyard, not really feeling the party atmosphere anymore. You couldn’t say you blamed him, you weren’t there to drink, and you didn’t exactly like the company of intoxicated and horny football players. You sat down next to him, finding solace in a close friend that understood not knowing what to do in a place like this. Being an outcast may have been a choice for some people, like Eddie, who thrived on his difference from society, but for people like you and Gareth, it was never like that. If you both could, you would be out there with everyone else, and you wanted to be. Your unpopularity was not for a lack of trying, but simply the facts of: the status quo would never change, and you didn’t fit into what others saw as desirable to their cliques. You didn’t thrive on being the kids with weird hobbies that played in a metal band, you just accepted that it was who you had to be, because you couldn’t be the cheerleaders, or the athletes. You and Gareth talked a while in the corner while waiting for Eddie, and eventually you were craving a smoke, too. You didn’t have one on you, much to your dismay, and Gareth was reaching the end of his only one, so he suggested sharing the last of the smoke via shotgunning. You knew what it was, but had never done it before.

“There is, actually, you just wouldn’t know,” he finally closed the gaping distance between you both, finally coming to walk beside you instead of ten-some feet behind. To be fair, you walked faster when you were perturbed.

He had seen it last night, across the yard. The way Gareth cupped his hands together, making a tunnel for you to breath the smoke in from the other end while he exhaled it. Eddie thought the same thing thing that he did, now. The kid was too chicken to do it right, and he knew why.

“And you do?”

“Yes, I do,” he was sure you weren’t annoyed with him, because if you really and truthfully were, you would have ended the conversation when it started. He was aware that you were just arguing with him now for the sake of it, not actually caring who won in the end, but fortunately for him, he had evidence to prove he was the faultless party. “I can show you, unless you’re so sure you’re right.”

You stopped in your tracks, heaving a deep sigh and turning to him with a glare. He knew it was playful, and his smirk as he tilted his head only fueled it to grow. You would give into him, mainly because you were tired of walking any further behind your property and could use the time to sit and smoke. Maybe it would calm you down a little.

“By all means, show me.”

It was said playfully, and he smiled genuinely as he tugged on your wrist to follow him. You weren’t sure where he was taking you exactly, as you both were still about a mile out from your cabin in the woods. He settled for a fallen tree, rested as a bark-less log on the ground, though it wouldn’t have been his first choice. He made you sit down, and pulled a cigarette from his vest pocket, before realizing he didn’t have a lighter. You saw him searching himself frantically, and laughed, pulling out your own and holding it up to him in a taunting manner. He rolled his eyes, sticking the smoke in his mouth an waiting for you to light him up.

You flicked the lighter a few times, and realized there was a small bump on the spark wheel. Adjusting your grip, you gave it one final spin, getting the flame to work, but at the cost of your poor thumb. You ignored the pain momentarily, holding the lighter to the cigarette enough for it to catch before flipping your lighter closed and shifting it to the other hand. You inspected the damage on your finger and found a little cut, no bigger than a half inch slit through the skin. Cuts on fingers tended to hurt the worst for all the tiny nerve endings, which is why even though it was a minuscule and harmless wound, you were about to be very dramatic about it.

“I got cut a little,” you made your friend see it too, by holding it up while the blood started dripping down the side. There was barely anything there, and it didn’t need any immediate attention, maybe just a bandaid later…

“Lemme see,” he took your hand, spinning it around in a somewhat uncomfortable twist while furrowing his brows about it. It probably hurt a lot, but it would be fine. He took the cigarette out of his mouth for a minute, and brought your hand back to him, quickly licking the wound along with the small drop of blood that was there. You shot him a weird look as he let you hand go, and started to smoke again. “Calm down, it helps it not to hurt like a bitch, okay?”

He was right, it did seem to sooth the slit skin a little bit.

“You could have just told me to do it, dumbass,” you rolled your eyes and tried to grab the cigarette from his hands, only for it to be snatched away while he held his hand up in defense.

“Nope, gotta show you, remember?”

You let out a noise of loud exasperation, and he only chucked in response to your utter annoyance.

“You know how this works, I breath out, you breath in,” he gestured between you both as he spoke, and you nodded impatiently before he took a long drag of smoke.

He brought his finger and thumb to rest on your chin, pulling your face so close to his that your noses were brushing against each other. This was definitely not like what you did with Gareth last night. Your mouth was still nearly closed, partly from shock of being in such tight proximity, and partly from nearly forgetting what you were supposed to do for a moment. His finger trailed up your chin, right under your lip to help you relax your jaw, mouth opening enough that he could breath the smoke out. You inhaled it just as you were told to, and man… it was heavier, it was warmer, if that was even possible, and it sent shivers down your spine. Maybe that was still just the closeness, but you never remembered smoke doing that to you before.

You didn’t even realize until you opened them that your eyes had closed at some point, reeling in the darkness behind them while your mind run rampant with thoughts about this very small yet seemingly drastic experience. You could almost kiss him, he was so close. It wouldn’t be the first time, as he’d been the first one to ever kiss you years ago during a game of spin the bottle in middle school.

“You okay?” Eddie backed up, not sure of why you remained so silent. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut for more than ten seconds most of the time, so now that you’d been rendered speechless, he worried for your well being.

You snapped back to reality once you realized he’d backed up enough to really see you. You were still not able to properly form a coherent sentence yet, your mind still in shambles, but you shook it all off and nodded to keep him from going crazy on you.

“You seem a little out of it, you sure?”

This time you had gathered yourself enough to give a solid reply, and hopefully it would be enough to keep him off your back. You appreciated his concern, but you were unsure of what this feeling was that made you act this way, and since he was usually able to read you well, you didn’t really want him to find out what was going on before you did.

“I’m fine,” you spoke evenly and confidently, and he shrugged after, taking another drag before turning to you.

“You wanna try again?”

No, you did not. You wanted to take a few steps back, actually, to get further away from the situation and assess your thoughts and actions and how he was making you feel. Why was this happening? This wasn’t supposed to be happening.

“I’m good, but I’ll wait for you,” you told him, nodding to his cigarette, hanging loosely from his lips. He smiled, and damn, you realized you’d been staring at his mouth this whole time. You’d been looking at his lips and in the back of your mind you were remembering the time he’d kissed you before.

You kept your eyes firmly planted, since he didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, he didn’t seem to care. You were content to do so, until you saw something so minuscule that it could easily be missed if you weren’t really looking.

There was a tiny smear of red on the corner of his mouth, a bit of drying blood from when he licked your cut.

He fell back a small bit, having come to realize his predicament. The memory from before, and this other one, now. It was telling him what he craved. It was telling him exactly what he needed…. But how could he possibly come to terms with that?

He kept walking, eyes wide open and a salivation that would not be easily cured. Who’s blood exactly? Whom could he drain the life from in that way without feeling like a monster? Physically, he already felt the part, but was he really ready to become this… thing? The hunger grew stronger, and he knew he would have to feed, but he was going to have to figure out the details at the last known minute.

He wished you would talk to him again, you would know what to do, you always did. Even if it was the wrong thing to do in the moment, you always had an idea, there was never a blank space in your mind open for debate. Why did you ever drift apart? Surely the wrongs of the past weren’t enough to make him stop talking to you, even if he felt you didn’t want to be bothered… he should have tried, right? What about his other friends, what would they do?

The boys in the band, Gareth, and Jeff…. The boys in hellfire, Dustin and Mike, and even the popular wannabe Lucas. Oh shit-

He stumbled back over himself, remembering everything that lead up to this moment. The curse of Vecna, the way he’d been blamed for murder, the fight to stop the madness… his death.

He died, he should be dead right now.

He couldn’t think straight anymore. One moment he realizes he’s hungry for human blood, the next moment he realizes why… it’s because he’s dead, and something has consumed him to be conscious enough to think, and breath, and walk. He was an unholy creature, something of an animal that couldn’t be considered human if he tried.

His head was still spinning, and he didn’t know which tangent to follow after first, but the salivation in his mouth did not waver, and the weakness on his transformed body was also felt in his mind.

His trailer, in front of his eyes but not in the way he remembers it. Though the old home was beat down and worse for wear, he’d be grateful for it any day in comparison to the hell-ish version that stood in its place. The metal flanks screwed into the outside were a reminder. The bats, those damn bats… no where in sight anymore, but oh how their bite still stung. Did they turn him into this? Surely they had some sort of venom that could have caused this… change.

He shook off the eerie feeling about entering the home, and went straight for the door, as forward as it seemed. He didn’t think twice as he stood in the main room, often much more cozy and far less nasty than what surrounded him. Looking up, though, the gate in the ceiling gave sight of the comforts he missed. It was all within arms reach, and some animalistic instinct he had lead him to do the unthinkable. He jumped straight through the ceiling, no hesitation. The gravity’s pull on the other side should have made it difficult for him to land properly, and would have been dangerous without the stained mattress to catch his fall, but there he stood, squatting half-way as he gained his bearings. He should most definitely not have been able to do that.

Everything seemed normal other than the foggy haze around the place, leaking in from the gate and causing some mysterious air particles to circle around him.

He seemed almost distracted from his main goal, but then he smelled it.

Someone in the trailer park was bleeding, and not too far away. He felt like a shark, being instantly attracted towards the direction it came from. His head went into a haze, and he started to lose control, unknowing of how or why it was happening so fast. He could see what he was doing, he understood the actions coherently, but it wasn’t him making the decisions. His body was being lurched on by some unknown force, begging him to feed. He was in the middle of the park within seconds, and latched onto the arm of some poor man who hadn’t made it into his home before the monster struck. The man tried to cry out in pain, but something kept him from doing so. He’d lost so much blood he passed out, going limp on the ground while Eddie continued to suck him dry. The taste of his blood wasn’t anything special, not that he could tell the difference, yet… but the way he’d been able to tell that the man was already bleeding-

Blood had a smell, he remembered.

Tuesday nights at the Hideout. A weekly ritual in which Hawkins' very own Corroded Coffin would play a set on the corner stage, normally reserved for karaoke on any other night. The crowds weren't ever huge, as no bar was usually packed out in a small town like Hawkins on a Tuesday night. This particular night however, there seemed to be a group from out of town. They all knew each other and were a little too happy to be there. The booze wasn’t anything special, and considering the weekly audience, the entertainment was just an average band of misfit kids trying their shot as music. It didn’t ever feel like that, though.

Drummers were designed for percussion, to keep a beat and to enhance the stability of a song by giving it an even measurement for other instruments to play by. Rock and roll turned drumming into a whole knew world, but further than that, metal gave drumming a sort of showmanship it never had before. It was not just the beat, or a way to keep time with other band members, it was the crashing and banging of a song that made it wild and rememberable. You could name about twelve songs alone that were quite literally known for the iconic drum fills and off-beats. Drumming to you was an art form, but also a stress reliever. It gave you an outlet to be both semi-violent and creative at the same time, because God knows you needed an outlet for both of those things.

You were always into the music, because it meant something to you, but of all nights, you were particularly invested on this one. There were about thirty more people crammed into the hideout than usual, and they all were celebration something, of which you were not sure. All you knew was that they were all into the music, which encouraged the band to play even louder and wild than usual.

It was like a real concert, with fans or something. You played off of the other instruments, going crazy with them while the crowd cheered on.

It was only by the end of your set that you realized how tired you were. You had dropped your sticks to the snare, not caring about the strange single hit echoed through the bar. The others were still reeling from the loud applause, yelling things into the crowd and being cheeky bastards, knowing that this was a rare occurrence and that they should enjoy it while it lasts. There were even some pretty girls in the crowd tonight, maybe one of the boys would get lucky.

You were practically panting now, and needed a drink far too badly. You weren’t as keen to be smooth over the ladies in the bar, so you strode past everyone, catching the bar tender’s attention before a short plea for a glass of water came out. The guy scoffed and slid it to you moments later, like he was already prepared. He’d been watching all night, and you looked like you could use more than just a glass of water, but alas you couldn’t drink on the Tuesday night, as you were particularly famous for your monstrous hangovers. Normally on a night like this, where there was an actual crowd and something to celebrate, you’d be gun ho to say ‘screw it’ and deal with the consequences later, but given that you were trying to graduate this year, it would be wise to stay sober long enough to even get home.

You downed the glass at an impeccable speed, and turned back to face the stage, where your darling best friend was sweet talking a girl that would normally be considered ‘out of his league’. Of course tonight, he was a rockstar, so all bets were off, and he might be able to pull off what was most often impossible. She was apart of the out of town group, and had no idea the boy she was talking to held a certain reputation as the freak.

You watched on with curiosity, hoping that he’d at least get a phone number. He deserved it for all the effort. The poor guy had so much game, but not enough space to play. The tragedy of living in a small town, you supposed.

He caught your eye at some point, and you used your expression and movements to convey to him that he should make a better move, but unfortunately he had let his eyes remain with you for too long, and the girl noticed turning her head and following his line of sight. She gave you a once over, then turned back to him. A few moments later she left him and you sighed out in defeat. The poor guy hasn’t been on a date since junior year, and it seemed his streak of bad luck could only continue.

You felt bad, but knew there wasn’t much you could do to cheer him up. You walked over when you saw him start to dismantle the equipment on the small stage, and silently helped him to pack everything away. Your drums were always last, as they were simply just to be loaded in the back of the van.

“I can feel your pity stare,” he turned around, a slight chuckle in his voice as he caught your gaze of sympathy. “I’ll be fine y’know.”

“I know,” you said, wrapping an amp cord around your hand quickly and efficiently to help speed up the clean up process. The other boys had long since abandoned the idea of helping, as they were far too concerned with making themselves comfortable amongst the many tables of guests. “I was rooting for you.”

He smiled and shook his head, tossing you the other cords to pack in the case they arrived in.

“Maybe I’m cursed.”

“Maybe you just need to get out of this town. I bet you a hundred bucks as soon as we get that apartment in the city, the girls will be flocking like pigeons,” a strange analogy to be sure, but it was true. Clearing your name of a bad rep was hard in a town where word could travel from one side to the other by nightfall. A fresh start was all the kid ever needed.

“Yeah- well, we have to graduate first,” he started, but then scrunched his face up in an odd expression. “And why pigeons?”

“Because pigeons come around so much they become annoying.”

You thought you were being clever, but he was unamused, still a bit bitter from the interaction with the pretty blonde girl that first approached him. He would never blame you for this of course, but it was because he looked at you for too long that the girl seemed to think he was uninterested, resulting in her responding to him with a ‘save it, mop head’ before she strutted away. To be honest, mop head could be added to the ongoing list of insults he’s received from girls, as it was kind of funny. You would probably laugh about it with him later.

By the time everything was loaded up, you both went back inside to see how the others were holding up. Quite well, by the looks of them.

“If you wanna stay with them longer, I can find a ride home,” you gestured to the other band members, watching as they laughed and conversed with the patrons of the bar, clearly having the time of their lives and feeling like real rockstars for once.

“No, I’ll take you. It’s not safe to hitch-hike this late,” he pulled his keys from his pocket and flipped them over his finger, but you felt bad that he was so upset tonight.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him, knowing you’d done it on several occasions without ever telling him about it. Looking back, this was the reason why. “Besides, the crowd’s never this big… you should enjoy it, go find another girl.”

He looked between you and the loud groups, seemingly torn between decisions as an outward response, but he already made up his mind. He just wanted to at least convince you he thought about it, to spare your feelings of course.

“I just wanna head out,” he admitted, waving over Gareth and mouthing to him that you both were leaving now. He would see them all again tomorrow, and likely they’d have some stories to tell. “I’m kinda over the crowd.”

The boy loved attention, thrived on it and the validation it often provided… He must be really bummed out if he was willing to be let down by one girl who, now that you saw her, was not even good enough for him. Maybe he was just sick of being rejected. You would be, too, especially if you’d been trying that hard for that long.

You followed him out of the bar and to the van in what you considered the Corroded Coffin designated parking spot. You didn’t say a word once you got in the van, patiently waiting for the driver to speak up, but he never did, just quietly humming the soft music on the radio. He was considerate not to turn it up loud, as he knew how tired you were, but getting closer to your side of town, you wished he would have. You were dead asleep, head against the window before you were even on the dirt road.

Eddie was not as displeased to leave the bar as he had seemed, and the reasoning was not the aforementioned one earlier, either. He rather liked the crowds attention while playing, he couldn’t deny he was a showman at heart, but in the heat of the after hours, he usually found himself lost without a reason for being there. It happened nearly everywhere he went. Parties, school functions, even the weird campfire romps hosted by the infamous horndogs of Hawkins. He always preferred something more personal, more like him.

He smiled subconsciously when he looked over and saw you asleep. Your head was against the window, yet the rattling of the bumpy ride didn’t seem to make you stir. He realized it would probably be easier to let you crash at his place rather than to try and wake you up enough that you could sneak back in through your bedroom window.

Once he slowed the van to a halt by the old run-down trailer, you began to gain a little consciousness, believing that maybe you were home, but you weren’t awake enough to even get out of the vehicle. Eddie chuckled as he got out and walked around to your side, opening the door and tilting his head as he saw your sleepy expression.

“C’mon sleeping beauty,” he turned around so his back was facing you, his arms out to the side at the ready for when you climbed onto him. “Hop on.”

You wasted no time in draping yourself on his back, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and letting your face rest against his frizzy hair. It was still a little damp from the sweat of earlier, but you didn’t care enough to lift your head. That was too much work. He adjusted your knees that hung over his hips as he kicking the door closed behind him, careful not to lose his balance. This was easier when you both were kids, he had a lower center of gravity and you hadn’t hit your growth spurt yet. You were nearly as tall as him after all those years.

He struggled massively to unlock the front door, but was relived when it was only the screen door that had been locked. The inside of the trailer smelled just like it always did, and since you recognized it as calming and familiar, you nearly fell asleep again while hoisted over the boy’s back in the middle of the living room.

“Don’t go dying on me now,” he jokingly resorted to jerking you around a little, only to make sure you didn’t collapse as soon as he put you down. He almost fell down once he reached his room, not realizing he caught your foot on the doorframe on the way in. You laughed at him a little, the effort of it slim as he slowly and carefully let you slide off his back and onto his bed.

He quickly went over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of shorts you’d let along with his worn out Mötley Crüe shirt which by now had practically become yours anyway. He threw them to land directly on your face, catching your attention before you could even think about closing your eyes again.

“I gotta take a shower, but I assume you’ll be out by the time I come back, so,” he ruffled your hair as messily as he could before giving you a gentle shove backwards into the bed. “Goodnight, little bear.”

You heard him leave a moment later, and it took everything you had in you to actually change your clothes before passing out. You didn’t even make an effort to pull the sheets or comforter over you, as it was too much of a hassle and you weren’t very cold anyways. Sleep was a wonderful thing, and you’d say you nearly had what one might consider a healthy relationship with sleep. It took you in no time, and honestly it had been waiting long enough.

Eddie woke up first, being that he got hungrier a lot earlier in the morning than you did, and it was usually a potent enough hunger that he would not be able to rest for it. He rubbed his eyes and ripped the sheets off from him, accidentally taking some of yours too. He was ready to push himself off the bed, but when he put his hand down, right by your lower back, he felt a warm and wet sticky-ness on his fingers. Unsure of what the hell it could possibly be, he furrowed his brows and turned to investigate.

Oh…

That very un-pleasant substance rubbed onto his fingers was blood, and there was a small puddle of it along with a trail that lead to known regions, or at least he assumed he knew.

He felt bad about waking you up, but he figured you’d wanna know that you were stewing in a nice little pool of your menstrual cycle. He shook your shoulder, hearing you groan in protest as you were clearly still in a sleepy state. He shook you again and you stirred a little, mumbling a quiet ‘what’ under your breath.

“Hey… uh,” what was he even supposed to say? Clearly this wasn’t the average happening. “I think you started your period.”

He thinks?

You sighed out in annoyance before halfway turning over to check what he was seeing. He was right, you bled right through your shorts and probably his sheets, too. You weren’t really embarrassed as much as you were upset that you hadn’t been prepared. You’d been too tired last night to remember you probably should have padded yourself up.

“Shit,” you squinted your eyes against the hard light of the window when you turned back over, trying to get up as quickly as possible without smearing it all over the place. When you stood up you felt a lovely gush approaching, and mentally died of mortal obnoxiton. You crossed your legs in an awkward stance to prevent any red stripes running down your legs. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

He saw the look on your face and realized you were pissed at yourself, and for no apparent reason. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew this was a normal thing for all girls to go through, and that you shouldn’t be mad because it happened in his presence. If anything, he was sorry that he hadn’t known, because then maybe he could have helped you remember. He’d have to make a mental note to ask you about your cycles later so he could be prepared just in case your weren’t.

“It’s fine, okay? Why don’t you go hop in the shower and I’ll grab you a change of clothes,” he ushered you out of the room, or tried to, but you stopped in your tracks at the doorway, looking back at the rather large leak you left on accident.

“What about the bed?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shook his head, assuring you as he pushed your protesting form out the door and across the hall to the bathroom.

He made sure you’d shut the door for good before going back into his room and looking over the mess. It was pretty rough, his mattress would definitely be stained, but then again, it already was to no end. He had some bladder control issues when he was a kid, and though he got picked on, he could always look back and laugh about it, now. As he stripped the sheets from the bed, he noticed there was a distinct smell of the blood that was different than if you had just cut yourself. He figured it probably had to do with where it came from, but he cringed at the thought, shaking it off and going back to his task. He wasn’t sure how he was going to try and explain to uncle Wayne why there were bloody sheets in the laundry, but he’d figure it out when he got there. He tried his best to absorb the blood on the mattress with a towel, which seemed to work pretty well until he realized he’d also just ruined a perfectly good towel. He cursed himself under his breath and shook his head, but continued at it anyway. If he’d already ruined it he might as well make sure it was useful. The stain was dry, now, and he went to toss the towel in the laundry, but ultimately decided it should just be trashed. His hands were still smeared with dry blood, and some thicker areas that were still wet and sticky. He couldn’t deny it felt gross, but something about it being yours made it seem slightly more bearable. If it had been anyone else he would have run for the hills.

The kitchen sink was probably dirtier than the one in the bathroom, so it couldn’t hurt to rinse his hands there, could it? He didn’t think twice before turning on the faucet and getting all the nasty stuff off. The way the water swirled down the drain with a tint of red reminded him of the movie Psycho. You made him watch it every halloween, and now he had the detriment of remembering a certain scene as if it were being played out before him. He chuckled at the strange association before shutting the water off and going to find you that change of clothes he promised.

Once he had something new in his hands, he went to the bathroom door and knocked, awaiting your response.

“It’s open,” you shouted from the shower, allowing him entrance. He slowly opened the door and was immediately hit in the face with a bout of steam. He didn’t understand why you always took such hot showers, he couldn’t stand when the water made him even the slightest bit too warm, but you were crazy, keeping the temperature boiling at all times.

“Damn, it’s like a sauna in here,” he set the change of clothes on the edge of the sink, hoping they wouldn’t become too damp with the thick fog of the room.

“It’s relaxing,” you replied, knowing how much of a nut he thought you were for ‘showering in hellfire.’

“It’s suffocating,” he laughed, waving a hand around to try and clear out enough steam to even take a breath. You rolled your eyes, unready to shoot back any remark over that one. Good thing he had more to say. “I’m leaving you something to change into.”

When you heard the door close, you turned the water off, stepping out from behind the cheap curtain that had been used for far too long. Hard water was building up on the bottom, and you’d probably be the one to actually remember to replace it in the future. The towel was warm and steamed from the water vapor, a nice feeling when you started to dry off. As you got dressed, you reached under the cabinet in the sink and pulled out the emergency pads that were often always kept in case something like this happened. Your stupidity and exhaustion last night must have really done a number on you that you were able to forget.

The air of the trailer was not cold by any means, but the stark breeziness of it compared to the foggy bathroom was a bit chilly on your damp skin and hair. You went back into his room, arms crossed as you saw him fumbling with the bottom left corner of the fitted sheet. It kept popping off every time he tucked it under. The sheets were clean, and the stain underneath had been mostly removed.

He did it all himself, even though it had been your blood, and your accident.

“Need a hand?” You joked, staying where you were until he asked you so you could watch him attempt and fail again, very comedically, you might add.

“I got it,” he insisted, shaking his head as he finally managed to get it to stay. It was so tight you were sure the elastic would wear out, but he was pleased with himself for now.

“I probably stained the mattress, huh?” You assumed, looking slightly guilty, as if what you had done was worth a punishment of some sort. He didn’t like the thought process he saw churning in your head.

“One more can’t hurt,” he said, and you immediately turned back to him with furrowed brows and a confused gaze. “You have any idea how many piss stains are on that thing?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, because it must have been a joke… right? It was funny-

“What?” You blinked at him and waited for any confirmation that he was jesting around, but none came. Oh boy.

“It was years ago, dumbass,” he shook his head, as if your concern was so ridiculous. To be quite fair, he wouldn’t blame you if you had thought he had recently wet the bed, though hopefully not with you in it. It would be a fun joke to revisit in the future, but for now, you were more concerned about the stain you had caused.

Why didn’t he make you do it?

“You didn’t have to clean it up,” you changed the subject on him, and he shrugged, looking at you while you stared blankly and strangely at the bed. “I’m sorry if it was gross.”

“Well, getting it on my hands wasn’t the peak of my day, but I wanted to help you out,” he nudged you, trying to lighten the mood. Why were you so bothered? This is a natural thing for girls, isn’t it? And if so, then why did you look like you were mourning a loved one? “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you shook your head… another obvious sign of your lovely cycle of womanhood, the ghastly change in your emotions. Practically anything could set you off, and right now it was the sentiment that your dearest friend would be so kind as to not only clean up the mess you left, but try and make you feel better about literally bleeding in his bed.

“Don’t be sorry, okay?” He didn’t know why it was such a big deal. Maybe you were just hormonal at this point, but he couldn’t always tell. “Look, it wasn’t that bad. Besides, aren’t periods really painful and shit?”

“Absolutely, cramps are a bitch.”

“Exactly, so don’t worry about this, worry about fighting the blood demon.”

The man he drank from moments ago was like a deflated balloon, now, dead to the world and shriveled up and pale like an unwashed sheet… but Eddie wasn’t satisfied. He was still in the animalistic overdrive that kept him from thinking rationally, only predatorily. He was still craving the blood he’d tasted once before, from a time when none of this had happened. It was a devouring need, and it ached in his bones, causing him to run at an incredible speed to where he knew he could find what he needed.

#eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie stranger things #vampire eddie au #vampire eddie munson #vampire eddie x reader

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uncpanda · 3 years ago

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Kiss and Make Up

AN: This is based on the idea of Hotch kissing his way out of trouble, him and reader having four girls after Jack, and having a fight and making up! I really love how this turned out.

Warnings: Pregnancy mentions, but it doesn’t play a huge part, couple fight.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

“Are you still mad at me?”

Aaron’s voice cuts through the rare silence that’s taken over the house. You look up from your book at him. He has his puppy dog eyes on, and he’s still dressed in the remnants of his suit; only his slacks and dress shirt remain, but he’s rolled the sleeves up. It’s one of your favorite looks on him, and it even led to the conception of your second child. But right now, you’re mad, and its effect is stunted.

You look back at your book, you’ve been on the same page for ten minutes now, and the headache that’s been brewing is starting to set in. You hate fighting with Aaron. You hate the feeling of having things left up in the air and unresolved. But that’s not your fault. He’s the one who left the room after the argument had started to sleep on the couch. And he was the one who steadily avoided any conversation the following morning with the exception of a quiet, “I love you,” before he left, because the two of you have rules about that. And then he’d left for three days on a case and you had gotten a text letting you know what was going on, two texts to let you know that he was fine, and one that let you know he was coming home.

But what had started out as something that should have been easily discussed had now festered for nearly four days, and so had the anger.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

You snap your book closed to stare at him, “Yes you did.”

He says your name gently before hesitantly taking a seat next to you. You scoot away, not willing to be close to him right now, because even though you’re mad you’ve also really missed him. You can see the hurt in his eyes at the action.

“It was a thoughtless and careless thing to say. Your job is important, and I didn’t mean to diminish it.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “You want me to quit it to stay home with the kids Aaron. You said I could go back to it when they were older and more independent like it was asking me to pick up milk!”

His eyes close, “I just meant, I thought it would be easier. Jack is nearly twelve but we also have three little girls under the age of five and another baby on the way. I thought it might be nice for you to have the option to stay home. I make enough . . . ”

Your eyes narrow, because the lawyer in him is coming out now, and so is your temper. “I do a lot, Aaron. I went into this marriage with my eyes wide open. I knew that your job would take you away, and a lot would fall on me. I knew that when I agreed to marry you, I knew that when we decided to start having kids.

“And being a stay at home mom is an amazing thing. And more power to those women, but it isn’t for me. And you should know that. I love my job, just as much as you love yours. And your job is a lot more taxing on this family than mine is. But I have NEVER asked you to consider retirement or even scaling back. When you rejected the section chief job, I supported you fully.

“But I have one bad day, where I just want to vent, and you turn it around by saying that I should just stay home is unfair. And then when I try to defend myself, and express myself you had the gall to say that no one would die if I took a few years off, as though that should be a factor. It’s not right Aaron.”

He stares at you for a moment before he nods, “You’re right. You’re amazing at your job. And you do a lot of good with it. And you deserve the exact same support you’ve given me..” The admission is straight forward, and it’s genuine. You may not be a profiler, but you know how to read your husband. It takes a lot of the fight out of you. And you slump back into the couch, your back hurting you thanks to your pregnant belly.

“The section chief job is becoming available again. I’ve been asked if I’d like it. I could take it. It would let me be home more, help you more.”

Your head lolls to look at him, “Being behind a desk full time would drive you insane.”

“I could still go with the team on occasion. And I’m getting older, and it comes with a pay raise.”

A faint smile finds a home on your face, “Aaron.” He looks at you, “I’m too tired for this conversation. Let’s . . . just go to bed.”

He smiles and inches close to you, “Can I have a kiss please.”

You bite your lip, because a kiss is going to make the rest of the anger disappear, they always do, and he knows it. Sneaky lawyer turned FBI Agent profiler. And you? Well, you’re ready to stop being mad.

“You’re going to have to come get it because I’m exhausted.”

He scoots across the couch, and braces a hand on the back, and leans down to kiss you, “I love you. A whole lot.”

“I know.”

“Especially, when I’ve been an idiot.”

“Yeah. I’d love me a lot then too. I’m very forgiving.”

He presses a kiss to your lips that turns into a smile, and one of his hands goes to your baby bump, “You’re an excellent wife.” He mutters the words against your lips before kissing you again, and then says, “A phenomenal mother.” Another kiss. “And I love you so much.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “I love you too. Even when you’re being a dum dum.”

He looks heavenward with a smile, “Thank God.” And like that you know the fight is over, and that things are good again.

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch #hotch x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #cm fanfic #cm reader insert #cm imagine #cm fanfiction

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anime-addictt · 3 years ago

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Enneagram 9

Need: To live a zen life, to be at peace with oneself. Deadweight and sloth when overvalued, a doormat when undervalued.

Belongs to: Gut-triad. The withdrawn gut type that withdraws from the outer world to avoid acting on their instinct/emotion/thought to bring peace to themselves.

You can’t hate a 9. They are very convenient people, they make sure everyone around them is in a joyable state. They live life at such a slow pace where they can take in everything one-by-one thereby enjoying it to the fullest. They’re like the clouds on a sunny day. To be honest, we have a lot to learn from 9s.

However, despite all these good attributes, 9s have failed or neglected to learn one thing: to feel the intensity of the things they do. A lot of 9s, both in anime and real life avoid living or accepting some parts of them cause they’re genuinely scared of the fact that the intensity can disrupt the peacefulness within them. There are so many instances where they don’t even realize that they’re angry till they explode. A lot of them shut themselves down cause they can’t afford to disrupt the peace or the pleasant situation in front of them. (Some of them are genuinely lazy)

As long as I’m living a peaceful life, I have nothing to complain about. I have a lot of minor issues, but I can ignore them cause that’s not important as me enjoying the moment. People have it worse than me and they probably need more focus.

Many 9s, as kids have been the mediator in family disputes. They were forced to swallow their own feelings and emotions about the situation. And since they couldn’t voice out what they wanted, they decided to smoothen out the situation. And this brought a sense of peace to them.

Wings:

9w8: The 9s that actually don’t give a damn. They do crave a sense of peacefulness like every other 9 and 8 wing let’s them attain it without a care. They don’t like conflicts, but will get into them if something dear to them is being affected. They have a really good understanding of their boundaries. I understand that it is important, but I’ll look into it once I’m done enjoying what I have. Also, just because I don’t care, doesn’t mean you can mess around with the things I hold dear to me. Try doing that, and I’ll make sure you pay for it.

9w1: The 9s that care way too much. They make sure that the inner sense of peace or relief they desire isn’t harmful or wrong to anyone else. These are also the 9s who would care a lot more about the general atmosphere of the group or people they’re with and actively try to bring a sense of peace to it. I like to waste time like everyone else, but if I think it hurts someone, I rather not do it. I don’t think I should tell them how much I hate seaweed, but is it really that important ? I rather not do it if it is going to bother everyone else, cause then it would ruin this fun moment.

Subtypes:

Sp9: I would sleep than listen to your life issues. It’s not that it isn’t important, I just don’t feel like dealing with it right now. I understand what you’re trying to say, I really do. But if everything is okay right now, do we really have to change it ? 9s that are extremely prone to ‘inertia of motion’. Very conscious of their boundaries and what bothers them, but would fail to react to their issues cause they don’t think enough about it or they assume it would go back to normal. Also, more focused to enjoying life and its simplicities.

Ex: Gintoki Sakata

Gin is the best example of 9s who know their boundaries and what they want. Doesn’t really get affected by external opinions, but would step into a conflict if it bothered him beyond a point. He doesn’t care enough to participate in rants between others, but cares enough to the point where he ends up mediating the conflict. He doesn’t care much about the past or the future. His focus is on right here and now- to enjoy it. He doesn’t really think much about improving his conditions cause he’s living just fine- he doesn’t have to change it if everything is going good. As you can see, he isn’t stagnant. There just isn’t enough friction (motivation) for him to react on.

And like all 9s, he tries to shut down his feelings and thoughts by continuing his state of peace. If he’s always like this, he doesn’t have to think about being a failure or having regrets right ?

Sx9: I would really like not being bothered. However if you are something or someone who gives me a sense of peace, I’ll do anything to attain you. I’ll make sure to stay by your side. A 9 that would do anything to merge or feel wholeness, They love the peaceful feeling on being one and whole with the thing they’re crazy about. Also the 9 that would mostly likely have no thoughts of their own. Receptive 9s.

Ex: Hinata Hyuga

Hinata’s biggest motivation was Naruto. Someone who could passionately run behind what he wants without thinking about what people thought about him. Someone who, even after failing so many times, never gave up. She saw him tackle all her insecurities and issues without thinking twice. Watching him as someone she could never become, Hinata started idealizing him. She took up his motto and made it hers. She tried to solve her underlying issue using the ideals he had set for her. And finally she was literally ready to sacrifice herself so that her idol, Naruto could live. She tried to complete herself by watching Naruto and eventually ended up merging her thoughts, dreams and ideals with his ideals.

So9: I don’t realize my issues/feelings/anger. I see these in others. I see the pain in their eyes and I want to make sure that they feel safe, feel comfortable, feel at peace. I will help people find their inner peace and get what they want. Watching them get what they want will bring me a sense of peace. 9 that doesn’t really know what it wants but unknowingly sees it in others. May look like a 2 as these 9s are very giving. Cares a lot about people feeling comfortable around them.

Ex: Honda Tohru

Tohru is always helpful. She tried to bring a sense of peace to herself by making everyone around her comfortable and happy. She kept shutting down her emotions, her desires of wanting to be with the Sohmas, wanting a family, wanting someone to take care of her and unconsciously projected these by helping people with the exact same issues.

MBTI Correlation:

Most Likely: 9w8: ISTP, INTP; 9w1: ISFJ, INFJ, INFP

Least Likely: ENTJ, ESTJ, ESTP, ESFP

#enneagram 9 #9w8 #9w1 #anime mbti #anime enneagram #gintama #gintoki #fruits basket #honda tohru #naruto #Hinata Hyuga #anime #manga #isfj #infj #intp #istp #infp #estj #entj #estp #esfp

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shotofire · 4 years ago

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Butler

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Overview: Levi is a butler for your family, and you can’t help but fancy him

Warnings: Cursing, pushy parents, angst, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (legal of course), that filthy talk (mild), hair pulling, slight choking

Requested by @heyyharuhi (thank you for this request, as soon as i read the idea i started on it)

Okay, i’m going to admit.... i’m too lazy to proof read this. Work is kicking my ass and i just want to sleep. hopefully i didn’t fuck up too bad. I tend to type faster than my mind is thinking... so i apologize in advance for the typos. enjoy :)

The room is hot, almost enough to make ones skin feel as if it’s on fire. Maybe that had to do with the anger everyone at the dinner table is feeling. The scrunching face of your father and mother as the look of disbelief is spread across their features. Not to mention how silent it is, so uncomfortably silent. The sound of your fork scraping across the table is all that can be heard.

Your father takes in a deep breath, eyes closing in utter frustration. “Tell me again why you don’t like this boy? He’s taken you out to dinner several times now, and has been very kind to our family,” you can only roll your eyes at your fathers words. All they care about is setting you up with a wealthy stuck up man, not someone who will bring happiness. “And every time he flirted with the waitress,” you snap, “also, he has horrible manners.”

It’s sad the situation you’re in, really. This has been going in the family for years, the children not getting to choose who they marry. Of course they could’ve rejected and rejected until their parents gave up, but no one has been able to push through. Your mother is a perfect example with having to marry your father. A stuck up man who you’ve never even seen smile at your mother, it’s saddening. “The man has money, lots of it, and you know how much we’re struggling right now,” your mother says with the same look of disbelief.

The double doors to the dining room swing open, making the conversation come to a pause. There he stood, your butler, with a tray of freshly poured drinks. He has the same expressionless look as always as he strides over to the table setting each cup down. As his body stands close to yours, you can’t help but take in how good he smells. Yes it may come off as creepy, but you’d never encountered a man who smelled so fresh. Like a flower garden.

“Thank you, Levi,” you say with a small smile. Your parents never thank him or even acknowledge him and it pisses you off. The man must be in a horrible situation financially if he’s willing to put up with your parents. They always complain about money yet have maids, chefs, and butlers. As if they can’t do anything for themselves. Levi nods at you with a small smirk in reply before exciting the room.

The rest of dinner goes in, filled with arguments and insults. Just a regular night in this family. It’s frustrating, really, how your parents only care about money. They don’t even care for you, or even themselves. All the two want is to appear rich to everyone else. It’s all about image, that’s it. Why care about those things when you can have love and happiness? That’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Since you were a teen, your parents have been shoving stuck up boy after stuck up boy in your direction. Each one has bragged about their live’s, and how women love them. None have even bothered to ask you a personal question. To get to know you in anyway. Each one saw women as a pretty thing to wear on their arms for public gatherings. And any other time you’d just be seen as another maid to them, it’s the sad truth.

Women are pushed around by men, especially in this life style. All that matters is money and looks. Love won’t get your name respected by others, that’s the power of money. The people you call your parents have never been affectionate towards one another, not that you’ve ever witnessed. It’s not wonder they only ended up having one child. Usually by this age, in your family at least, people are married. Some even have a kid of their own on the way. But you just keep rebelling until they give up, that’s what you’re hoping for.

It’s late now and the hallways are dimly lit, not a sound to be heard. At times like this your mind wanders. Thinking about Levi, which isn’t a good idea. Sure he’s really good looking, but there’s no way he could be interested. When he’d first started coming around, a few months ago, you immediately wanted to get closer to him. Then you learned of his age which was something you definitely weren’t expecting. The man looked around the same age as you.

The sound of a faint hum can be heard from down the hall. It sounds like it’s coming from the living area. As you round the corner you see him standing there. Levi sat on the couch with a book perched in his hands, the lamp lit up next to him. His eyes move to your frame and jumps at your presence. The maids and butlers have their own area of the home to stay in during the night, which is really shitty may you add. He shouldn’t be here during this time. If your parents were to see him there they’d throw a fit.

Before he could react you’re walking towards him, sitting next to him on the red sofa. “What are you reading?” Levi is at a loss for words, really, this has his heart racing. Yet he manages to choke out, “Just some cheap poetry book.” The two of you had only talked a handful of times, and it was never real conversation. The man has always found you beautiful and can’t believe you haven’t gotten married yet. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” You ask and he lets out a small laugh, “Couldn’t you ask yourself that?”

Levi feels his chest tighten as you move closer to him, looking at the pages of his book. This whole things was off to him. The man had never seen you in anything but a dress, yet here you were in nothing but a shirt and shorts. He always imagined you to sleep in some sort of fancy silk nightgown. And yes, he thinks about what you wear to bed. He has scolded himself for where his mind has gone to thinking about you, but he can’t help himself. You’ve always been so kind to him.

“You should let me borrow this book sometime,” you say with a small smile. You’re inches away from his face now, eyes peering into one another’s. “Of course,” he gulps. The room fell silent. He isn’t sure if he is reading this moment correctly. One thing he is sure of is he’s definitely not the type of man you need to get caught up with. As this thought crosses his mind he’s quick to stand up off the sofa. “It’s getting late, I should get to bed.” Before you can say a word, he’s walking out of the room.

Complete and utter failure. That was your chance to get closer to him and you ended up scaring him off. Did you come across too forward? Sure you’d gotten rather close to him but you didn’t that that was too far. Was it? You let out a loud huff before falling face first into a pillow, groaning into it.

You were just a young girl who couldn’t decide her future, what could you possibly offer him? He’s older and has his shit figured out, it seems like it at least. As you mentally scold yourself for embarrassing yourself, Levi is in his room doing the same exact thing. He has found you breathtaking from day one and constantly wanted to get to know you. Then the moment you two are alone he panicked.

The man is grown, almost forty, and has been with countless women. Not to brag, he’s just never been one for settling. Then here comes a girl, younger and less experienced than him yet he’s the one choking up. Maybe it was the thought of your parents finding out that got the best of him. They may actually die of shock if they knew you even talked to him in the way you did, in your sweet voice. Or worse, they’d kill Levi themselves.

The next day rolls around, then the next, and so on. It seems like Levi is avoiding you to the furthest extent that he can and it’s really pissing you off. You don’t think he’s required to like you, but you’re still kind to him. You still try and brighten his day with a smile or a simple, “how are you?” Yet he won’t even stick around long enough for you to ask. Did you make him that uncomfortable? You’d rather hear him reject you then have this awkwardness floating in the air.

Knowing that you could’ve possibly made him feel uncomfortable really started to eat at your conscious. For awhile you stopped wandering the halls at night searching for him. Most of the times, after the first encounter, he’d hurry off at the first sight of you. Even through all of this your desire for him only seems to grow more intense.

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

You lay in your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Levi is the only thing on your mind. It’s hard to not wonder what he’s doing on late nights like this. On a Sunday, your parents off doing business in town. No one here to boss him or the other workers around.Maybe he got scared off thinking of your parents catching you two so close that night, of course that’s something you keep telling yourself.

Being stuck in your home not allowed anywhere always eats away at you. Being here wasn’t something you enjoyed any day, but actually being told you can’t leave makes you feel crazy. When your parents are away they think the maids and butlers are going to pocket the entire house and run off. But you know each staff member well enough to come to the conclusion that they’d never do such a thing. If only your parents would listen to you when saying this, maybe you wouldn’t be trapped in here.

When they’re off doing business or whatnot, the staff takes that as their full opportunity to get some good sleep. Just be able to relax. Your parents always have them on the go it seems, until the sun goes down. Sometimes, most of the time, even later than that. They’ll see a book out of place and call for a maid instead of doing it themselves.

The staff has always been fond of you from the beginning. Some of the older maids watched you as a little girl. You’d always beg them to help clean or just be around them. As you grew older, you stopped asking to help and went ahead and did it anyway. If you notice they happen to miss something, which is rare, you’ll grab a duster or a broom and finish the job. It breaks your heart when your parents treat them to harshly.

That’s one of the many reasons Levi is so fond of you. Even after being raised by such pigs you still managed to be your own person. To be kind. He’d worked for other wealthy families in the past and usually every member was horrid, and treated him like dirt. Then he came here and met you, a sweet girl who loves to help.

Levi remembers when he was first joined the staff at your home. It was very hectic. He didn’t expect your parents to need such assistance. Usually families would try and do some things for themselves, but no. It seems your parents need their hands held constantly like children. It was a lot to handle at once, but you made it easier for him.

You helped him set appointments, organize, or any other unpredictable needs. He didn’t talk much, but he still made it very apparent that he appreciated all of your help. Moments like those were when you would look at him and just be in awe of his beauty. To you he was like a prince. So charming and kind, his looks are just a bonus.

You find yourself rising to your feet and leaving your room. The sun has already set and the stars are lighting up the sky. Your home is quiet now, somewhat peaceful without your parents. Without thinking, you’re in the hall walking through the darkness. Your fingers trace along the wall as your toes gently push into the carpet. You’d hate to wake anyone up this late.

As if your body knows something before you do, your stomach begins to have slight butterflies before rounding the corner into the living area. Would Levi even be up this late? it’s much later than the times he’s usually out here reading. As you turn the corner your eyes land on him and you take a silent breath, that you can’t help but hold onto for a second longer.

On the sofa sits Levi. His hair is clutched between a few of his fingers as his eyes squint at the book he’s reading, almost frustrated it seems. Instead of saying anything and scaring him off you swiftly walk to him and sit yourself down. He lets out a small, ‘ah’ at your presence, not expecting you, and you can’t help but let out a small giggle at his reaction.

“What? Not happy to see me?” The sweet smile on your face makes a blush rise to his cheeks. Of course he’s happy to see you, even if he can be complicated sometimes. “Uh, no. Not that, just didn’t expect you up so late.” That’s truly what it is. He came out here with a full expectation that you, and everyone else, would be fast asleep. “I guess we’re both night people, huh?” You shove at him lightly with your arm and he smirks.

There’s a silence that falls over you two, but it’s not uncomfortable. You can’t help but move a bit closer to him, the situation feeling all too familiar. This time Levi isn’t tensing up, or moving away. If anything, you’re pretty sure he moves closer to you ass well. “What are you reading this time?” Your sweet voice makes him shiver.

His eyes scan over your features, sticking to your lips for a little too long. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Just some romance novel I picked up, it’s sorta frustrating to read.” “How so?” Your eyes sparkle in interest. Your bodies are so close, just the side of your leg pressed up against his has his heart racing. That and the fact you look beautiful right now.

“They both like each other and won’t act upon it, and it just keeps getting drawn out. All it is is boring conversation and hearing their thoughts. They should just kiss already.” He watches as your face moves closer to his, lip sinking into your bottom lip. “I think they should just kiss already, too.”

That’s all it takes for Levi to close the gap in-between you two. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, while his hands have already started grabbing at your waist. His touch sends electricity through you. You’d only been with a few men, and Levi was already making you feel a knot in your stomach that you’d never felt before. It was a good feeling.

A feeling of excitement.

One of his, rather big, hands trail up your spine causing you to shiver at his touch. The hand goes all the way up until it reaches the base of your neck, tangling in your hair. You can’t stop yourself from moaning into the bruising kiss as his fingers tug at your locks. He smirks, and you feel it. His other hand squeezes your thigh, sending a jolt right to your heat.

Levi pulls back to examine your face, rosy cheeks and eyes half open. “Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he cursed before diving back in. This time his lips are attack your neck, nibbling and licking as you let out high pitched sighs.

This is all happening so fast, but you love it. There is so much built up tension between the two of you and it’s all coming out. You can’t stop yourself from tugging at his shirt, a whine falls from your lips. There’s no telling how many times you’ve dreamed of seeing this man without a shirt on. He follows your complies and pulls the shirt over his head, exposing the pure glory beneath. Yes, glory.

You stare for a good moment. He’s so fit, more than you imagined. “Like what you see?” He teases with a cocky smile. “More than like, I could look at you all day.” The blush that spreads across his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He looks into your eyes and his hands snake under your shirt, slightly pushing you backwards until your back meets the sofa. He’s above you now, with a shit-eating grin.

When his fingers make contact with your chest he can’t help but bite his lip. You don’t have a bra on. “Do you want me as much as I want you?” You’re about to answer his question, but his fingers brush against your nipples. The action makes you let out a soft gasp at the feeling. “What was that?” He asks with that same cocky smirk, “Use your words princess.”

The pet name just sends you for another loop. “Yes,” you manage to get out, “I want you.” He presses his lips to yours, then your neck again, before discarding of your shirt. His soft lips trace down you stomach with light feathery kisses, making your breathing become uneven. His fingers loop in the waist ban of your shorts before pulling them down your legs, tossing them in some random direction.

Everything happening has your head spinning. In the best way possible, of course. His mouth is hovering about your clothes core now, it’s enough to drive you mad. Your excitement is visible on your underwear. “So wet,” he coos, his breath fanning against you. He takes off the last item on your body, leaving you bare.

For a second you want to close your legs when the shyness kicks in, but Levi acts quick. His lips attack to your clit in an instant, and your fingers fly to his hair. Tangling and pushing him closer into you. His mouth is like magic. “Fuck-“ you cut yourself off with a moan. His tongue moves up and down your slit, circling your clit. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head.

His finger comes up to circle your entrance before pushing its way in. The way he’s working with his mouth and fingers had you seeing stars. “I’m gonna-“ right before you finish he completed stops his actions. Of course he just had to be a little shit.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he says with a smile. Just his words alone have your stomach turning. He lines himself up with you before pushing forward slowly. You hiss at the pain, never ever have you been with someone this big. He halts his actions at the sound you make, but you’re quick to beg for me. “No, keep going, please don’t stop!”

He slams into you and you hold back a scream. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as his hips start to slam into yours. “How does that feel princess?” Him and that damn pet name again. “So, So good,” you manage to get out. Unexpectedly, his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, pressing lightly. Your eyes just about light up when he brushes against that spot.

He must of saw the sparkle in your eyes, so he does the same movement. Over, over, and over again. It doesn’t take long before you’re coming undone around him, shaking and vision blurring. His movements continue until he’s coming inside of you, deep grunts escaping his mouth. The only sound is heavy breathing as Levi lays on top of your chest.

“Do you want to go to my room and cuddle?”

Levi looks at you with a childish grin. “of course.”

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m6bjo4fu0 · 3 years ago

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5:52 pm - I Love You 3000

Tamaki x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff/comfort, stress, childhood friends, reader is same age as the third years (17/18 years old) but it doesn’t really matter

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Tamaki walked down the streets, yawning from the weariness of the day’s intern work. Although Fat Gum doesn’t put a lot of pressure on him, Tamaki still go back to the dorms tired everyday. Today, however, he passed by a park. Not just any park, but the park where you and him used to play together as kids.

He walked on the calming path, admiring the beauty of autumn. Feint giggles of children could be heard from the distance, and he thought back to the times when you were like that too. Tamaki looked up from the ground, eyes meeting a familiar figure.

You have always been so beautiful, even if all you’re doing is sitting on the swing, mind drifting deep into your thoughts. Your lidded eyes slowly opened at the light crunch of the dried leaves, meeting pupils with your childhood best friend, or perhaps someone even more than that.

“H-hi L/n…”

His cheeks heated up, gaze avoiding yours as he sat down on the swing next to yours.

“Tamaki, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Y/n? We’ve known each other for over 10 years!”

“15, to be exact.”

He corrected. It’s true, the two of you have been friends since forever.

“I know, but still. We’re not strangers, Tamaki.”

He nodded, eyes slowly closing, focusing on the cool breeze dancing across his features. Neither of you spoke, but it was a comforting silence that the two of you enjoyed.

“Y/n, why are you here alone at this time?”

Tamaki broke the silence, turning towards you.

“Decided to come think about things. There’s a lot going on recently, it’s good to take a break and relax for a bit.”

The shine from the sunset met your face, painting your soft expression gold. The warm light and cool breeze made you comfortable, wishing the moment would never end.

“I know, but tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Your eyelids revealed your pupils to your best friend, and your round irises sent him a loving gaze.

“Thank you, Tamaki.”

As the two of you continued sitting in silence, the golden sun set below the horizon, inviting the night to take over. Stars are starting to be slightly visible, but not too obvious due to the city lights.

“Y/n, we should go back. It’s getting dark.”

“Yea, let’s go.”

You held your hand out, confusing the man.

“Take my hand, dummie.”

Tamaki blushed at your flustered face, looking away with your palm out towards him. His slightly bigger palm took yours, and you began walking back to the dorms. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back in return before his thumb circled on your hand.

“Y/n, I love you.”

Although, he isn’t facing you, you’re certain that he’s as red as a tomato right now. The end of your lips moved up at the sudden boldness, and your cheeks heated up as well.

“I love you too, Tamaki.”

Author’s notes: taking a small break from school things to write this comfort for others who need it <3

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dancing-in-a-yellow-dress · 3 years ago

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Trapped Little Angel (part 1)

Welcome to the first part of the first fanfic on this account.

Child!reader x the Avengers

Word count: 2900

Trigger warning: Imprisonment, nightmares, non graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, possible trigger for eating disorders

You were a 14-year-old orphan living alone in New York, since your family had died in the explosion that gave you your powers. Your powers were similar to Wanda’s (telekinesis and all that jazz). You got them when you were 7, but for whatever reason they hadn’t been active before that day.

It was a basic September day with all of its rain and fog and clouds. You were walking on the street when suddenly you blacked out and your powers exploded out of you destroying property and hurting people everywhere around you. The Avengers were called to action and they evacuated the block and when you’d cooled off a little they took you into custody and to the Avengers tower.

You had passed out and they didn`t really know what to do with you, so they laid you down on the couch and began a debate about the subject.

Tony believed firmly that you were dangerous to the team and the best thing for everyone would be to lock you up isolated and unstimulated to avoid new outbursts until a better option would be available. Steve backed Tony up to an extent, although he did believe the isolation to be unnecessary. Bruce didn’t really voice his opinion on confinement that much, instead focusing on the medical aspect of the situation.

Clint doesn’t really say much during the argument, before Tony raises the possibility of indefinite imprisonment in isolation. That is what finally gets to him, since you are just a kid and remind him of his own daughter. Wanda argues firmly against any form of forced imprisonment. In her opinion you needed medical attention, after which instead of locking you up the team should be focused on helping you control and develop your powers in a beneficial way.

Natasha is uncharacteristically quiet for the whole debate. Something about you had got to her and she found it hard to think of the situation objectively without a massive bias. Peter was on ‘your side’ for sure. To him you were a troubled kid who just happened to need some help. In a way he saw himself in you.

You start to regain consciousness about halfway through the argument. The Avengers are taken back at first, but when you are very confused and scared, Nat and Clint (who are the most ‘neutral’ participants) tell you what happened. When you have gotten the big picture you ask shakily: “How many people did I hurt? What’s the damage?” The others are hesitant to tell you, but Tony is highly pissed at you, so he takes his tablet and shows you some pics of the place where the accident happened. Wanda shoots him a death glare, but he continues and reads the statistics to you: “At this exact moment there are 9 people dead, 27 in critical condition and 56 with milder injuries. All because of your little stunt.” At this point you have pulled your knees to your chest and are struggling to breathe. Steve and Clint look at Tony like he has lost his mind and Nat tries to calm you down. You are repeating the same things over and over again: “I didn’t mean to- It’s all my fault… I don’t know how- What- I didn’t mean to…” Nat was approaching you, her hand reached out ready to stroke your back and pull you into a hug. She says: “We know. Everything will be alright, it’ll be alright. It wasn’t your fault, we’ll sort this out. It’s okay, you’re okay. We don’t blame you, but right now you need to calm down.” You flinch away from her, panic shining in your eyes: “No! Don’t touch me! I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t control it… I don’t understand- I didn’t mean to…” Suddenly you look desperately at Tony “You have to lock me up. I’m dangerous. I can’t be trusted. I have to be put away. Please”, you beg, surprising all of the other people in the room. Peter is about to say something, but Tony cuts him off.

You stand up and Clint shows you the way to a quite big cell. You step in and he shuts the door behind you. You sit on the floor in the corner and pull your knees to your chest. You just blankly stare at the wall. You noticed that there was a camera in corner of the room near the roof as you stepped inside, but you didn’t care. What did it matter. As you stayed on the floor the team was reheating the discussion whilst keeping an eye on the monitor that showed footage from your cell.

Wanda and Peter were shouting at Tony for locking you up in an isolation cell. Natasha and Clint were a bit calmer, but they were backing Wanda and Peter up. At some point Tony says: “You heard the kid. She wanted to be locked up. Even she thought it would be the best option”. And that sets Natasha off: “Yeah, after you had scared the poor thing on the verge of a panic attack. That wasn’t fair play. You drove her to that decision and you know it.” Then Peter fires: “Besides the whole ‘she decided herself’ excuse is bullshit. She’s a kid. SHE’S 14. I’m 17 and you don’t trust me to do anything yet, so how again is she any different?” That shuts Tony up.

In the end the team comes to the conclusion, that they will be monitoring you strictly and willing people will be allowed to go talk to you. All except Peter (just for the first few days) who is infuriated to no end by the decision.

The first person to come talk to you is Wanda. She comes and talks for a while, but you can’t make any sense of what she’s saying. After a while she leaves shutting the door behind her. Steve also comes to question you, and even though this time you understand what he is saying you can’t find the energy to answer him in you. Clint brings you something to eat and drink, but you don’t move a muscle to acknowledge the act. Time sort of looses its meaning to you as you sit on the floor and stare into nothing, alone with your thoughts, the same thoughts over and over and over again.

Nevertheless, you know some time has passed when Natasha comes through the door with another tray filled with food. She places it carefully on her untouched bed and sighs deeply before speaking: “You should really start eating on your own. It’s been two whole days and you haven’t taken a bite. I get that its hard, but you’ve got to try. Otherwise we’ll have no choice but to put a feeding tube down your throat and trust me kid, that does not feel good.” She gives you another look, then turns around and walks out. Slowly you straighten your legs on the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed how much your muscles were hurting for being in the same position for so long before someone pointed it out. You stretched your legs first and then stood up slowly. You went through your body, stretching every muscle one at a time and then sat down beside the bed to eat. You weren’t really hungry, but the threat of getting a feeding tube stuffed down your throat was enough to get you eating.

After you were done with the meal you went back to your corner and sat back down, leaving your legs laying on the floor instead of curling up to a tight bundle. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door and Wanda walked in. She picked the tray up and looked down at you, clearly assessing the situation before finally saying: ”Hey, I was wondering if you needed to use the bathroom.” You didn’t answer her but stood up and stepped timidly few steps forward so that she knew you’d be coming along. She guided you through the hallways and into a bathroom. “There is a towel on the counter and shampoo on a shelf in the shower. Take as long as you need. I’ll pick up some clean clothes for you and bring them here. Okay?” You didn’t say a word but nodded and opened the door to the bathroom. After half an hour you were back in your cell but feeling significantly cleaner and comfier.

Instead of sitting back in the corner on the floor you sat on your bed and crossed your legs. You didn’t know why, but you felt like it, so you started singing, first just humming quietly, then adding the words to the song. It was an old lullaby your mom had sang to you more than once. Some things just had a way of sticking with you.

`Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa

nyt kuuluu keijujen äänet

Ne tanssivat taas koko yön laulaen

koko yön laulaen.

Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa

taas syttyy tähtöset pienet

Ne oottavat taas läpi yön loistaen

läpi yön loistaen.

Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa

nyt sammuu keijujen äänet

Ne liitävät taas ylös luo tähtien

ylös luo tähtien`

Then you sang it over again, this time in English

If your quiet, very quiet,

you can hear sound of the fairies

They’re dancing again through the night until day

through the night until day

Very quiet, almost silent

the stars are lighting the sky

they’re waiting again till the night fades away

till the night fades away

If you’re quiet, very quiet

you can hear sound the fairies

they race through the sky so they’ll be near the stars

so they’ll be near the stars

You sang the song a couple times over and finally you got to the last part you had made up on your own. You always ended it there, since you could never continue singing after that.

Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa

ei kuulu keijujen äänet

Ne lähtivät taas minut yksin jättäen

minut yksin jättäen

Even if you’re very quiet

you won’t hear sound of the fairies

they flew up the sky leaving me alone behind

leaving me alone behind.

You broke down sobbing. Clint was sitting at the monitor, and he thought it’d be best not to disturb you, so you were left alone as you start humming another melody your mom taught you.

Joka ilta kun lamppu sammuu ja saapuu oikea yö Niin Nukku-Matti nousee ja ovehen hiljaa lyö On sillä uniset tossut ja niillä se sipsuttaa Se hiipii ovesta sisään ja hyppää kaapin taa

”I didn’t know she was finnish” Nastasha said to clint as she sat next to him with two cups of tea. “Finnish?” Clint asked as they listened to the beautiful melody coming from the lonely cell. Nat was quiet for a while before saying “Yeah. The language is absolutely bizarre.” They sat in silence for another while, until Clint said: “She sounds miserable” “Yeah, but who wouldn’t. I’m guessing she has no family, since no one has come asking for her.”

Ja pieni sateenvarjo on aivan kallellaan Ja sinistä unien kirjaa se kantaa kainalossaan Ja unien sinimaahan se lapset autolla vie Surrur, surrur ja sinne on sininen, uninen tie

Ja siellä on kultainen metsä, ja metsässä kultainen puu Ja unien sinilintu ja linnulla kultainen suu Ja se unien sinilintu se lapsia tuudittaa Se laulaa unisen laulun joka mielen uneen saa

Your mum never taught you that song in English. You had tried translating it, but it always turned out so peculiar you had eventually given up.

When you felt like you had cried enough you stopped with the finnish and started going through songs you had heard somewhere else, altering the lyrics as you went.

You hadn’t sung anything in weeks and now you just couldn’t stop. It felt good. You went over your favorites altering lyrics and making up new verses, not wanting the song to end. As you sang you thought about mum and home. In the outside world they were forbidden things, because they made it hard to focus on surviving. But here she had all the time in the world to think. After hours and hours she finally laid down on the mattress and drifted to sleep

Tony had just started his shift watching you through the monitor and you were having a nightmare. You were curled up in a ball and whimpered and muttered quietly, as tears ran down your face. You dug your nails into your back and started scratching leaving bloody red marks behind. Then you started screaming. The sound echoed through the halls, but Tony didn’t know what to do, so he ended up doing nothing, just staring at the screen paralyzed. It went on for a while, until you finally flinched so violently you woke up.

You were in a state of panic, but as you realized where you were it started to wear off. Little by little you started to feel the pain from the bloody scratch marks on your back and arms. You examined your injuries to the best of your abilities and then looked at the floor while talking sheepishly at the camera in the corner of the room: “If you don’t mind I’d like to have something to wrap these cuts with. I might also need some help with the ones in my back. Its not a big deal, but I don’t want them to get infected.”

The screaming had woken up Natasha and Steve who were now standing behind Tony, looking at the screen over his shoulders. Tony cleared his throat before turning around in his chair and facing the other two. They both had their arms crossed on their chest. Steve looked surprised as hell, but Natasha was quick to recover. She threw Tony an icy stare before saying: “Should we think the imprisonment over again, or is she still too dangerous for you to handle?” Tony raised his hands before saying: “Let’s think that over in the morning, when the whole team is up. Now, would you mind going to help her with the injuries?” Natasha threw Tony another dirty look, before grabbing the first aid kit and heading to your cell.

Nat came, and you laid on the bed on your stomach. She lifted your shirt, poured antiseptic solution on a cloth and warned you: “I’m sorry, but this is gonna hurt like a bitch.” She pressed the cloth gently on your back and you shrug. “It’s not that bad. You get used to pain as a homeless kid. Once I had to remove a bullet from my own shoulder.” There Nat saw an opportunity get little bit more information of you and continued the conversation: “Must be tough. I suppose you don’t have any family left?” “Yeah, mum and dad and Tom died… in an accident” you tensed up visibly. Nat continued unbothered but didn’t bring up the deaths again. “I heard you sing the other day. Didn’t know you were finnish.” “Oh, I’m not. My mom was.” “So, can you speak finnish or what?” “Nah, not anymore anyways. I used to, but I haven’t used it in a long time. Some things just stuck with me, like the songs, or silly pet names mum used to call us.” For some reason you felt really safe with Natasha. Her touch reminded you of home as she worked to clean your wounds and then wrap them with clean gauze. You knew it was silly, but it just felt so good to finally talk to someone, so you kept answering her as she continued asking questions. “Pet names, huh. What did she call you?” “She used to call me Lumikki. It’s the finnish for snow white. It’s cheesy as hell, I know but we lived in a little cottage in the woods, and I was obsessed with Disney.” Natasha smiled at you. “Do you remember anything else about your mum.” “She had the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard. She sounded like an angel. Sometimes I hear her in the wind.” You pause for a minute “And she was a dancer. She used to be a ballerina, but then she had us and her career ended. She never quit dancing though. Once in a while she’d put on her slippers and go through some old routine, like she had never stopped. She even taught me some basics.” Natasha was quiet for a moment. Then she cleared her throat and continued: “Did you have any siblings?” “Yeah”, you were quiet for a moment, not rushing to continue “One brother. His name was Tuomas, but we all called him Tom. Three years older than me. He was my best friend.” A tear fell down your cheek. Natasha was almost done with wrapping your back so she asked one more question. “How about your dad” You shrugged. “He was a hunter. Spent most of his time with Tom out in the forest when I stayed in with mum.” Nat packed the medical supplies back to the first aid kit and pulled your shirt down so that it covered your back. Then she helped you sit up and said: “I can’t promise anything yet, but we’re having another meeting with the team about your… condition and I believe you might get out of here.” She saw the unsure look you gave her. “Don’t worry” she said as she took your hand “Everything will be alright. I promise”

Sorry, I have absolutely no idea what is going on with the spacing, tried to fix it but it wont budge... Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter!

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