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nanatsumu · 4 years ago

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TEENAGE FEVER.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, oikawa tooru x f!reader

synopsis: iwaizumi has strung you on long enough and you’re finally at the end of your rope.

genre: heavy angst... like make your heart wrench in pain heavy, one sided pining

warnings: manga spoilers, bad grammar (didn’t know it was that bad until i used grammarly), MATURE themes, drinking, smoking, alcohol, iwaizumi being an asshole (he’s also a frat boy because surprise! frat boys should never be trusted), subtle hints at sex, bittersweet ending

word count: 5.9K

series masterlist

part one | part two | part three | part four

it was evident in the way you weren’t sure how to sway your hips to the beat of the music and the way you awkwardly isolated yourself in a quiet corner of the house, sipping on some soda (since you did not want your first frat party experience to end up with you wasted and throwing up on some stranger) that you were definitely not accustomed to the party life.

“are you sure you’ll be fine by yourself y/n?” your roommate asked you with a concerned look on her face.

“i’ll be fine reina,” you give her a tight-lipped smile as you gesture to the phone in your hand. “i’ll just sit here and chill on my phone until you get back.”

“okay okay, i’ll quit babying you now,” she throws her hands up in the air. “call me if some dude tries to hit on you though.”

“will do, but i doubt with how loud the music is that you’ll even answer,” you playfully roll your eyes as she erupts in a fit of laughter.

the brunette pats the back pocket of her jeans where her phone currently resides at.

“even if i don’t hear it, i’ll feel it.”

it becomes quiet momentarily (besides what you assume is i love it by dean blaring in the background) until she starts to looks around warily before leaning in and whispering something into your ear.

“if a hajime iwaizumi tries to talk to you, try to find a way to get out of the conversation,” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “that guy is seriously bad news.”

“y-yeah, i’ll... do that.” you hear her let out a sigh of relief as she straightens up her posture.

it’s hard to hear what she’s saying from there on out, especially with how obnoxiously loud the music has gotten, but you manage to catch the words ‘friends’ and ‘beer pong’ before she slips away amongst the sea of students and you’re left sitting alone on a couch by yourself with only your phone as entertainment.

you had recently moved to california from japan on an academic scholarship for uci, so when you heard reina mention the name ‘iwaizumi hajime’ it sparked a sense of familiarity within you and piqued your curiosity as to if he was also a foreigner studying abroad.

you’ve only been living in the states for a month now which meant you were still getting used to the strange lifestyle here, so the thought of being friends with someone you could potentially relate to had always been swimming in the back of your mind.

“so what’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?”

a voice snaps you out of your thoughts as you let out a small shriek and the next thing you know, your phone flies out of your hand, hitting the person that just sat down next to you.

“ow!” he cries as he clutches his forehead in pain.

“shit! i’m sorry dude!” at this point you’re scrambling around, not sure where to put your hands as you wave them around haphazardly.

“you know, it’s not nice to throw your phone at someone who's trying to make conversation with you right?” the stranger says in a whiny tone as he switches over to rubbing the red spot forming on his forehead in an attempt to soothe the pain.

“and you know it’s not nice to sneak up on a girl if she’s alone right?” you scoff. “where the hell did you even come from?”

“my mom’s vagina.”

“i didn’t mean literally!” you growl.

he shrugs before making himself comfortable by resting his arms on top of the couch and spreads his long legs.

“y’know, i don’t appreciate you manspreading and i especially don’t appreciate the fact that you’re confident enough to do so when i have no idea who you are.” you grimace.

“the name is oikawa tooru, introduction over,” he gives you a lopsided grin. “but you can call me tooru if you’d like, apparently everyone calls each other by their first names here in the states.”

“japanese?”

“yeah, but i’m not a student here,” he places two fingers on your cheek and gently pushes your head in the direction of the kitchen where you see some people conversing with each other. “you see the guy in the denim jacket with the piercings?”

your eyes wander around until you spot a boy sporting a denim jacket with piercings, just as oikawa described, but you also take note of how oikawa failed to mention that his friend was absolutely breathtaking: he didn’t have a chiseled face but he did have a nice jawline, his hair was spiky but it was styled properly, but what stood out to you the most was the small patch of permanent ink on his wrist.

and it’s as if the heavens were on your side tonight because just as you were thinking about whether or not the tattoo on his wrist branched into something bigger and more complex, he slips off his denim jacket and the sleeveless t-shirt he had on underneath allowed you to see that his entire arm was covered in numerous quantities of tattoos varying in design and color that blended together seamlessly.

“he’s the one that snuck me in,” he leans in closer to your ear and you can practically feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear which makes you shiver. “it’s funny how much college can change a guy, huh?”

he continues.

“his demeanor back in high school wasn’t too different from how it is now, but it like... intensified after he moved here,” oikawa throws his body back and you’re relieved that he finally put some distance between you two because you weren’t sure how much longer you could take him being so close to you. “dumbass probably got caught up in the wrong crowd.”

“and what are you doing here?” you direct your attention back onto the chocolate-haired boy.

“me? i play for a volleyball team in argentina but i’m just visiting iwaizumi.”

your jaw drops and it’s not at the fact that he plays for argentina, but at the way he says it so indifferently like it’s not a big deal at all.

“wait, what the hell!?” you shake your head and take a moment to recollect your thoughts. “i thought you were a student at another school but you’re telling me you don’t even go to school at all?”

“yup!” he grins. “the season just ended and with the free time i have now i just decided to fly here and visit iwaizumi for a bit, y’know, see how well he's adjusting to the university life.”

“and you should’ve seen the look on my face when i saw him for the first time in 4 years and all of a sudden he has an arm full of tattoos and a shit load of piercings.”

“wait, did you just say iwaizumi?”

“hm? yeah, iwaizumi hajime? you know him? i heard he’s pretty popular around here, but i’m pretty sure it’s for all the wrong reasons though.”

“my friend told me he was bad news...” you say sheepishly.

it’s silent for a moment and you’re worried you might have said something wrong or offended your new friend (could you two even be considered friends? i mean he did pop out of nowhere and started talking to you) but your worries are all washed away when you hear a laugh escape his lips.

“i wouldn’t say he’s bad news, just rough around the edges and has a bad habit of hooking up with girls.”

“you know i don’t appreciate you bad mouthing me behind my back shittykawa.”

a deep voice startles both you and oikawa, and when you turn around to see who the owner of the voice was, your mouth grows dry when you realize it’s the iwaizumi hajime standing right behind you.

“iwaizumi!” oikawa stands up and walks over to the spiky-haired male standing behind the couch before slinging an arm around his shoulder. “i was just making small talk with...”

“y/n. l/n y/n.”

“y/n! a pretty name for a pretty girl,” oikawa winks at you and you roll your eyes at his shamelessness. “anyways i’m gonna and grab a drink.”

oikawa pats iwaizumi on the back before sauntering away, leaving you and iwaizumi to be alone together.

“so, y/n?” his gaze is intense and you can’t help but shift around uncomfortably in your seat at the way he’s borderline checking you out. “you’re not from around here are you?”

“uh yeah,” you scratch the back of your head. “i’m from japan but i recently moved here for university.”

“is that so?” you flinch subtly when iwaizumi plops down next to you but it doesn’t go unnoticed by the male. “relax y/n, i don’t bite.”

his voice is velvety with the right amount of gruffness to it, contrary to his friend, oikawa, whose voice is a bit higher and on the whinier side.

“so... what are you majoring in, iwaizumi?” you ask, attempting to make some sort of small talk with him.

“i’m majoring in sports science, what about you?”

“education,” you answer, suddenly feeling a bit less tense than you were earlier. “i wanna become a teacher, but probably just for primary school, middle schoolers and high schoolers scare me.”

iwaizumi laughs.

“and primary schoolers don’t? i have a little sister and she’s literally the devil incarnate.”

you giggle and you think about how easy it is to converse with iwaizumi, but the warning reina gave you earlier still lingers in the back of your head and so you’re careful not to let your guard down too much.

“so how are you liking california so far? it’s different from japan isn’t it?” he asks.

“well, it’s... different i’ll give you that,” you start playing with your bottom lip subconsciously as it’s a habit that you picked up back in high school. “but my roommate is nice at least and that’s the only that matters to me.”

“i’m also planning on moving back to japan in the future but it’ll only be after i finish university and get my bachelor's degree or something,” you continue.

“taking an internship doesn’t seem too bad either? it’s still a while before i graduate so i wanna try and enjoy my university life before i get into thrown into the real world because i don’t wanna be old and wrinkly and live with regrets— i’m rambling now aren’t i?”

“you’re alright,” iwaizumi smiles. “it’s honestly like a breath of fresh air hearing how you have your life planned out, or at least you have a plan on what you want to do with your life because most of the girls i’ve met or i’m friends with are either undecided or are all about ‘living in the moment’ and while being undecided or having that type of mindset isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it just gets repetitive sometimes being surrounded by the same type of people.”

“but you— you’re different from them, i like that.”

you can feel your cheeks starts to heat up and iwaizumi is amused by how you can get so flustered over such a simple compliment.

“thanks... i guess?” you compose yourself and try to cool yourself down by putting your hands on your cheeks.

“so what are you doing here at this party? you don’t strike me as a party animal.”

“because i’m not,” you chuckle. “my roommate dragged me here and i only said yes because i was told it was only gonna be a small get-together, though she didn’t mention anything about the booming music and the alcohol.”

“you a lightweight or something?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“i’m 19, actually, so still not legally allowed to drink,” you state as a matter-of-fact.

“so? i was 19 when i drank for the first time,” he says and you’re alarmed at how he can say it so casually.

“ha, no thanks, i’d rather not accidentally get wasted and throw up on someone later tonight.”

“well, i’ll make sure that you don’t throw up on anybody then,” he stands up and extends his hand out for you to take. “why don’t you come along with me and i’ll fix you up a drink?”

you look at his hand with a wary look in your eyes as reina’s words start to play in your head like a broken record.

‘that guy is seriously bad news.’

“so what do you say, y/n?”

you stare into his brown eyes and it’s almost as if he injected curiosity straight into your veins because the next thing you know, you’re sitting on the counter with iwaizumi standing in between your legs as he’s pouring a bottle of bailey’s irish creme into a tumbler glass for you.

“this is probably the best option for you besides white claw but i’m sure as hell not gonna have you drink that shit especially when it’s your first time,” he sets the almost empty bottle on the counter behind him before handing you the glass, which you reluctantly take. “and i’m not gonna be an asshole and give you spirytus.”

you inspect the liquid by bringing the glass up closer to your eyes and whirling it around a few times in a way that is similar to that of a kid inspecting their halloween candy for poison or blades and it elicits a snicker out of iwaizumi.

“i don’t know... i told my mom i’d move to california to study and be a teacher, not go to parties and practice underage drinking.” you deadpan which only further humors the male in front of you.

“and i told my mom i’d move to california to study sports science, not pierce my ears and get my entire arm tattooed,” he says and you assume that this is his way of trying to coax you into drinking the glass of whiskey in your hands. “i’m sure a little bit of alcohol won’t hurt and i promise you’re not gonna get wasted, take a lick for all i care.”

“fine, but if i accidentally puke all over someone’s shoes then i’m counting on you to pay for dry cleaning.” you say before bringing the glass up to your lips and taking a tiny sip— and to your surprise, it wasn’t that bad.

the taste of whiskey wasn’t overbearing as the taste of cocoa and vanilla overpowered it, but you weren’t complaining as it made it easier for the drink to slide down your throat without you feeling the need to scrunch up your face in distaste.

“not bad right?” iwaizumi smirks and it immediately triggers your fight or flight.

“i haven’t even said anything yet.” you roll your eyes.

“well? what do you think then?”

his hand brushes up against your thigh as he goes to settle them on either side of you, effectively trapping you on top of the counter.

“i-it’s not bad i guess...” your words trail off at the end as you allow your eyes to wander away elsewhere in an attempt to distract yourself from how intimate this position feels.

“y/n,” you turn your attention back towards iwaizumi and your eyes widen at the close proximity between you two. “do you use any lip products?”

“just lip... gloss...” your breath hitches when you notice that he‘s starting to lean in closer as his eyes travel down to your parted lips.

but before he gets a chance to put his hands on you, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as realization also seems to hit iwaizumi at the same time and he immediately jerks away.

“uh, i think my roommates calling me,” you jump off the counter and dig into the pockets of your shorts so that you can retrieve your buzzing phone. “i’ll see you around campus?”

“yeah, see you around.”

he watches as you head for the exit and once you’re out of sight, he leans against the counter you were just sitting on a minute ago and lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“that was so lame of you iwa-chan.”

he turns his head towards the direction of where the voice came from and sees oikawa striding into the kitchen.

“you totally got her wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” oikawa states as iwaizumi chuckles.

“fuck yeah i do,” he brings his hand up for a handshake. “i can’t believe she fell for my ‘you’re different from other girls’ speech.”

“and i usually never go for freshmen since they’re always so damn annoying but y/n... she’s gonna be a fun one to play with.” he adds.

“you’re a real douchebag.” oikawa says as he downs the rest of whatever is in his cup before discarding it into the nearest trash can.

“hey, if i’m gonna move back to japan soon then might as well make the most of the time i have left here, right?” iwaizumi defends himself.

“spoken like a true jackass.” the chocolate-haired male snorts.

“whatever,” iwaizumi rolls his eyes as he runs a hand through his hair. “i’m leaving in less than a month and a half so i’ll hit it and quit it.”

“that phrase is so corny, why not ‘bust a load and hit the road’?” oikawa suggests.

“i am not having this conversation with you right now.” iwaizumi irks before walking out of the kitchen with a mopey oikawa hot on his trail.

“so rude!”

it’s been almost a week now since your encounter with iwaizumi and you have yet to see him around campus. well, it was inevitable as he was all the way on the other side of the school, but deep down you wished you could at least run into him during the course of your week.

you briefly remember reina giving you an earful once you got back to the dorms because you had explained to her the minute you two got back that you met iwaizumi hajime at the party and even met one of his friends.

“y/n, didn’t i tell you that you should stay away from that guy?”

“but he seemed like a really nice guy to me...” you started fiddling with your fingers.

“that’s what he wants you to think, y/n,” she takes a seat next to you on your bed and wraps an arm around your shoulder, patting it soothingly. “i just— you’re new here and from the moment you stepped foot in our dorm i knew immediately that you’re gonna live a successful life and the last thing i want happening is for some college playboy to break your heart and ruin your life.”

your heart couldn’t help but grow fuzzy at her words.

“trust me, if this were any other guy then i wouldn’t mind you talking to them, but hajime is notorious for breaking hearts and ruining lives,” she puts her arms behind her back and uses them to support her body as she leans back. “there was this girl back in my freshman year, half japanese half white, her name was kaori, and i’ve never cared to keep track of any of hajime’s flings but she was the most serious case.”

“hajime and her met the same way you and him did, at a party, and he chatted her up until she eventually gave into those pretty boy charms of his and they started going out. the first few weeks were fine and the entire campus was raving about how this was one of hajime’s longest standing relationships yet and they seemed to be at a good spot in their relationship. but it wasn’t until one day, photos of her nudes were plastered all over the entire school and someone in hajime’s friend group ratted him out and said that he was the one who started sending the photos. obviously the school found out but they couldn’t get enough evidence that hajime was the one who sent her nudes around but since they had to do something, they decided to suspend kaori instead for ‘distribution of explicit content’ and the whole school started flooding her dms with death throats and she was labeled ‘the whore of uci.’ i think she eventually got tired of everything because she disappeared from the school without a trace, like completely disappeared. all her socials were deleted and she deleted her number so no one could contact her at all.”

after reina finished the entire story, you were remembered speechless. sure iwaizumi was a bit on the flirtier side and didn’t hesitate to test the waters, but that didn’t mean that he was completely shameless and disrespected your boundaries. you had a gut feeling that underneath that tough facade of his was a boy who was a normal college student like everybody else and had a goal in mind that he wanted to achieve, but after hearing reina’s story you weren’t sure what to think anymore.

“that poor little thing, she was such a sweet girl and it’s such a shame that she just had to go and get involved with hajime. if she still went here then i’m sure you and her would’ve gotten along,” reina adds. “she kind of reminds me of you in a way, you have this innocence to you that can’t be replicated yet you actually have a spine unlike those girls that throw themselves at hajime. tsk, how shameless of them, throwing yourself at a boy who’s known for tossing girls to the side once he’s down with them.”

needless to say, after that long conversation you had with reina, you’ve started to become more wary of the boy, but an unknown force keeps pulling you back to him.

reina had invited you to another party this weekend and while you were a bit reluctant about accepting her invitation, you thought that this might be your chance at ever seeing iwaizumi again so with your one track mind, you accept her offer without a second thought which now leads you to present time.

you feel a wave of deja vu wash over you as sweater weather blasts from the speakers and you can feel the heavy bass shake up the entire house.

you and reina struggle to nagivate through the crowd all while trying to avoid the couples making out in order to get upstairs where her friends had texted her to meet and you’re glad you’ve gained enough confidence to give her the green light when she asked if you wanted to meet her friends because you’re not sure how much more your eardrums could take.

“it’s right here!” reina knocks on the door three times and just when she’s about to go in for the fourth knock, the door swings open, revealing an all too familiar chocolate-haired male.

“y/n!” he exclaims as he throws his arms around you and reina just barely manages to dodge his long arms.

“hey! you almost hit my fuckin’ face you douche!” she cries. “and who the hell are you? i’ve never seen you around before.”

“oikawa, you’re still here?” your voice is muffled by his chest and you have to muster up all of the strength you have to pry him off of you.

“baby, you’re gonna be seeing me around for a whole month!” you and reina give each other a blank stare.

“first of all, don’t call me baby,” you duck down and it proves successful in getting out of his hold. “and secondly, what are you doing here?”

oikawa pouts at the lack of contact but continues the conversation nonetheless.

“iwaizumi snuck me in again and i’m staying at his place for now so wherever he goes, i tag along,” he points behind him as you and reina peer inside the room. “so what are you guys here for?”

“well my friends told me to meet me here, but it seems like they’re fraternizing with the enemy.” reina scrunches her nose up in disgust and you catch a glimpse of iwaizumi with his arm wrapped around a blonde girl’s shoulder.

“well iwaizumi’s friends are friends of mine and since your friends are iwaizumi’s friends then you’re my friend as well!” oikawa proclaims as he throws his arms around both you and reina this time and pulls you guys in for a side hug.

“let’s head in!” he pulls you guys into the room, not forgetting to lock the door as it shuts behind him.

iwaizumi notices you and you give him a small smile before taking a seat next to reina, oikawa following suit as he sits next to you as well.

“hajime.” reina greets him with a curt nod.

“reina... nice to see you,” iwaizumi says briefly.

“so who’s up for a game of seven minutes of heaven?” the girl who’s in iwaizumi’s arms proposes.

“c’mon! seven minutes in heaven? really? we’re in college now, let’s do something a little more daring!” a boy with black hair shouts.

“fine, let’s play strip poker then!” you hear someone suggest.

all of the girls in the room groan.

“pervert, you just wanna play it so that you can see us in our undergarments.”

“isn’t that the point of the game though?”

“i don’t even know how to play poker.”

“is this your second time at a party?” oikawa leans in and whispers into your ear, not wanting to put all of the attention on your conversation.

“yeah, i wasn’t planning on going in the first place but reina managed to convince me.” you lied straight through your teeth, not wanting to spare the embarrassment of telling oikawa the real reason why you came to the party.

“oh really? what would have you done all by yourself on this fine friday night if you stayed back at the dorms by yourself then?” he questions.

“probably head to the cafe thats off campus and try their new milk bread,” you say bluntly.

“milk bread?” you turn your head a bit and see oikawa trying to stifle a laugh.

you slap his thigh which prompts him to yelp.

“what’s so funny idiot?”

“n-nothing! it’s just... i like milk bread too.”

“really?” your eyes sparkle and oikawa can’t stop the genuine smile that forces its way onto his face. “do you wanna come with me tomorrow to try it then? i was gonna ask reina but she’s going on a blind date or something tomorrow and i don’t wanna bother her.”

“sure, but why me?”

“well i don’t know anybody else here, and you’re technically like my friend right?”

“what makes you think we’re friends?” he says but quickly comes to the realization that it sounded a lot more heartless than he had intended it to.

“sorry that came off rude...” he sheepishly scratches his neck.

“no i get what you were trying to say, but i mean, i consider you my friend so isn’t that enough?”

“geez quit flirting you two!” reina groans as she pushes you and out of reflex, oikawa immediately latches onto your arms so that you don’t accidentally bump heads with him.

“we’re not flirting,” you roll your eyes before muttering a small ‘thank you’ to oikawa after he releases you. “i’m just inviting him out to that cafe that i’ve been telling you about since you’re too busy going on that blind date.”

“hey hey hey! you were to keep quiet about that y/n!” reina loudly whispers as everyone else in the room roars in laughter.

“oops! sorry reina!” you snicker behind your hand.

“oh you’re so gonna get it!” she tackles you onto the floor. “oikawa, hold her down!”

you feel an extra set of hands put your arms down as reina uses her legs to pin your legs down.

“w-wait! oikawa i thought we were friends! don’t—” your words are suddenly cut off and you begin to break into a fit of laughter as reina commences her tickle assault on you.

“f-f..fuck o— AHAHAHAHA..... FUCK OFF R-REINA!” you manage to say in between breaks.

after what feels like minutes of torture, reina finally lets up and you’re free from the shackles that is her and oikawa.

“you’re a traitor oikawa!” you cry as you sit back up, massaging your shoulders to release the tension that had built up in them within a span of 30 seconds.

the said male flat out ignores you though as he turns to face the rest of the group.

“any-who, who’s up for a game of spin the bottle?”

“that’s lame.” iwaizumi finally speaks up.

“you’re lame! don’t make me tell everyone what went down last friday when—” oikawa is about to continue his sentence when iwaizumi suddenly sends him a cold glare that shuts him up.

“scary!” oikawa wraps his arms around you for what seems to be the umpteenth time tonight. “save me y/n!”

you roll your eyes.

“you’re awfully touchy with someone who you’ve only known for a week yet only met twice,” you complain but don’t make an effort to shy away from his touch.

“but we’re friends right? you even said so yourself!” he smirks at the face you make when you come upon the realization that he’s used your own words against you.

“whatever, do what you like,” you mumble against his arms. “i seriously envy your ability to get along with people easily.”

iwaizumi lets out a low growl as he witnesses the scene in front of him unfold. he wasn’t going to let oikawa get to you first when he clearly had his sights set on you from the moment you stepped foot into that party last friday.

he was going to be the first man to make a move on you and what better way to do so than a game of spin the bottle?

“how about,” iwaizumi picks up the half-empty bottle of beer next to him as he downs the rest of the contents inside before placing it flat on the floor in the middle of the room. “a game of spin the bottle?”

“and you think seven minutes of heaven is lame?” oikawa scoffs. “didn’t lara jean play it in middle school in that one flashback in to all the boys i’ve loved before?”

“you watched to all the boys i've loved before?” you ask oikawa.

“hell yeah i did!” he grins. “iwaizumi told me it’s corny but can’t a guy love his chick flicks?”

“you’re so lame!” you giggle, even though you too had watched it.

“have you seen the second movie?” he asks as you two begin to go off-topic again.

“no i haven’t, i heard it was bad so i just never bothered to watch it.” you shrug.

“dude we should watch it together then!” he suggests.

“and if it’s bad then i’m gonna kick you out of my dorm.” you snort.

the black-haired male from earlier clears his throat which prompts you and oikawa to stop talking.

“first of all, oikawa, y/n, get a room, and secondly, let’s play spin the bottle!” he yells.

the first few minutes of the game were boring and the matchups were weird, to say the least: reina had to kiss the blonde girl (you found out her name was genevieve), the black-haired boy (kevin) had to kiss some girl who you recognized was from your seminar class, and then when it came to be oikawa’s turn, the bottle landed on him so he just ended up kissing himself through a mirror out of his own free will (trust me, no one there wanted to see that happen and no one could stop him even if they tried.)

there were about 12 people in the room, 13 including you, and out of everyone there the one person who you would definitely not want to kiss.

iwaizumi.

it wasn’t like you despised him or anything, but after hearing about him from reina along with the girl who had been sitting in his lap this entire night, you really did not want to deal with a target on your back and an enemy acquired within your first month of living in the states.

so when it came down to your turn, you were silently praying to the gods that it would land on anybody but iwaizumi— heck even oikawa would be a better option.

but it seems like lady luck had her smile turned away from you because as the bottle began to slow down, a symbol of your fate being sealed in this very room, it had landed on the one person you did not want it to land on at all.

“y/n, you have to kiss hajime!”

the whole room went silent.

“what?!” genevieve shrieks and the ringing in your ears lingers around for longer than you’d expected. “i am not letting some... freak! kiss hajime!”

“genevieve, y/n is not a freak,” reina defends you, oikawa following up with a ‘yeah! she’s not a freak!’ as well. “you literally just met her and you’re just mad you don’t get to kiss him.”

“and while i’m not too... happy with this either, rules are rules.” the brunette continues as she sends a disapproving look iwaizumi’s way.

“well, pucker up buttercup,” iwaizumi picks genevieve up off his lap and scoots over to you. “i’m about to make it up to you for last week.”

he leans in closer and you shut your eyes, preparing for whatever is about to come next.

his lips are soft in a way, and what’s supposed to be a quick smooch turns into a full-blown make-out session as he starts to deepen the kiss by holding you from the back of your head, tangling his hand within your hair, and tilting his head to the side for more leeway.

you try to push him away but it proves to little avail as the grip he has on your waist with his other arm is too strong. your hands mindlessly find purchase in his brown locks as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. at first, you’re hesitant, but when you open your eyes and you see him staring into your e/c orbs with that alluring look in them, you can’t help but part your lips just the tiniest amount as if to test the waters, but it proves to be more than enough room for iwaizumi to easily slip his tongue into your oral cavity, turning the kiss into battle for dominance.

he tastes like a mix of beer and mint, a strange combination but he makes it work somehow.

the hand he had on your waist trails further downwards and finds a resting spot on your thigh and you can’t help but let out a small moan at the way he starts to rub the sensitive part of your thigh as his hand inches dangerously closer and closer to your core.

it’s only when you start to hear whistling and the ‘get a room!’ comments that you remember that you’re still in the middle of a game of ‘spin the bottle’ and that there's an audience watching as you two shamelessly make out.

this doesn’t seem to faze iwaizumi, however, but the adrenaline in your body aids in your attempt to push him off of you and once you’re completely free from his grasp, you immediately make a beeline to anywhere else but this cursed room.

“y/n!” you hear oikawa and reina call after you but you would rather die than spend another minute in that godforsaken room— especially not after iwaizumi embarrassed you like that in front of everyone.

part one | part two | part three | part four

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whump-mania · 4 years ago

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The Kitchen Table

(tw: whipping, kidnapping, home invasion, brief use of derogatory sexual term)

“Count out loud, or we start all over.”

They swallowed at the commanding voice, and bowed their head obediently.

The first lash almost caught them off guard.

“O-One.”

One.

“Come on, just one more? Pleeeaaase?” Their little sister begged playfully. They shook their head with a laugh and held the tray of cookies above their head. “No way, you’ve already had five! That’s more than enough!” Their sister somehow managed to climb up their tall form using one of the kitchen table’s chairs, sending them both to the ground. They both were laughing hysterically on the kitchen floor where the cookies were scattered.

“Two.”

Two.

“Only two letters left, right?” Their mother asked them, sitting at the kitchen table as she watched her child refresh the same page over and over. “I need to get into this college, mom. My whole career is riding on what these two schools end up saying.” The mother and child held hands as a notification finally popped up: the first college had responded with a flat out rejection. They wanted to cry and give up, but before they could, their mother pointed at the screen. The other college had responded. They…they got in. The got in! They danced in the living room with their mother like they were children, tears of joy streaming down their faces.

“Th…Thr…ee. Three.”

Three.

“You got me three?” They laughed, a blush spreading across their face. “You didn’t have to do that!” Their lover, their soulmate, their world, pecked them on the cheek. “If anyone deserves it, it’s you.” Laid in front of them on the kitchen table were three beautiful rings, each embedded with a different gemstone. Their lover knew how much they liked rings, and this meant everything to them. “Happy anniversary.” They exchanged a kiss.

“…F-Four, ow! Four.”

Four.

“You’ve got four choices,” the man with a gun in his hand threatened. “It’s either the girl, your mom, your fucktoy, or you.” He smirked. “Who’s it gonna be?” Their eyes swarmed with tears as they looked into the horror-filled eyes of their family, who were restrained to the chairs of the kitchen table. The table that held their family together, the table that was now tainted. None of this was supposed to happen. “…Me.”

“Five.”

Five.

Five was the last one. It was finally over. The man let them down and their back ached and stung. As they were dragged back to their cell, they could only be thankful that their family was okay.

They hoped they were all happy together, at the kitchen table. Like it should be.

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hello-everyfandom · 5 years ago

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“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English."

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader + Best Friend!Fred

Words: 2.1k

Summary: George is irresistible and you’re quite good at pranks.

Prompt: Requested

103: ““Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English."

(I tried to come up with a prank, turns out I’m not very mischievous!)

You were usually quite adamant. Stubborn beyond belief. Once you had your mindset, nothing could stand in your way nor change your mind. But, sadly, you did have a weakness. The muggles would call it “kryptonite,” but you would just name it “boyfriend.”

“Please? Please Y/N?” his brown eyes softened and his lips turned downwards into a pout. He held his hands out in front of him, clasped so tightly. “I swear on my life, I will love you till the day I die.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “No. No Georgie, absolutely not.”

“Why!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“You know why!”

“I promise you, it’d be really really really funny.” you bit your lip in temptation, George’s eyes didn’t cease to make your knees go weak. “And how,” he kissed you on the cheek, “could I,” another kiss, “even pretend to think,” kiss, “about doing this without my,” he presented you with a long and wet kiss making you squeal and attempt to push him away, “lovely, beautiful and smart girlfriend?”

You laughed. You admit, George Weasley was damn persuasive and charming, but you’d never tell him that fearing his head would grow larger than a pumpkin. “Alright alright, you cheeky little bastard. I’ll help you.” George jumped up in with excitement and began to kissing your face with fast little pecks. “You’re lucky I love you. What’s the plan?”

George’s face turned from pure exhilaration to a sheepish grin, “Well...”

“George...” you said warningly, “what is it?”

“We don’t actually,” he twiddled his thumbs, “have a secure plan yet for the prank.”

“George! Then why would you- I- you are so frustrating sometimes.”

“Yes, I’m fully aware, dear. But, that is why we need your help.”

“Come back to me when you have a fully thought out plan, then we’ll talk.” You pat his cheek and then sat down on the courtyard bench only to be pulled up to your feet again.

“You’re one of the brightest witches in our year-”

“Try ‘universe’” you snorted back,

“Yes! Precisely. See, you already know how bloody wicked you are. With your head combined with ours, there’s no way this prank can go wrong.”

“That’s what someone would say before a prank goes terribly wrong,” you pointed out. George hushed you with his finger and slung his arm around your shoulders.

“Let’s not focus on the negatives,” he said rather quickly.

“Well,” you huffed and gathered your bag that was draped over the bench, tucking it over your arm and pushing against George for warmth, you succumbed to George’s begging, “Fine. I guess the prank will maybe be funny.”

“It will be, my love. Just you wait.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this and I, wait.” you scanned the grass, “where’s Fred?”

“He’s in detention cleaning the broom closet,”

“For what?”

“Erm- a prank gone wrong?” George sent you another sheepish look before steering you away to Gryffindor tower.

“Fred, push over, will you?” you hissed quietly. Your focus was greatly inhibited by the twins beside you giddy with excitement.

“I can’t believe we’ve pulled this off,” Your boyfriend rocked back and forth on his heels.

“Brilliant. We’re absolutely brilliant,” Fred said. He must’ve noticed your annoyed face because he also slapped his hand on your shoulder too, “But, brilliance only comes in three. Cheers, Y/N.”

“Mhm,” you hummed sarcastically before finishing the final touches on the prank. “Fine! I’ll admit it, this prank is a work of art.”

“Yes!” George planted a kiss on your cheek, “Finally! Nothing is more attractive than a confident woman,”

“Don’t make me regret this, Weasley.” You placed your back against his chest, he automatically wrapped his arms around you, smelling your hair.

“I think we’ve finally outdone ourselves, no one will forget our names. George, the charming. Fred, the clever, witty, exuberant, respected, provocating, absolutely dashin-”

“Get on with it, Freddie,” you laughed,

“and of course, the maid of honor, the mastermind, Y/N Y/L/N the... nice?”

“The only thing you could come up with is ‘nice’? Do you even know what ‘exuberant’ means?”

“Let’s not get caught up on the specifics,” Fred waved his hand and stared in amazement. You giggled a bit, reminded of before when George had said a very similar thing to his twin. They really were a pair of wonder.

“Whatever. Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” you turned and pointed to George and then yourself.

“Oi, and what about me?” Fred asked, insulted.

You tapped your lip in feinging to be deep in thought, “you act dumb, then you won’t really have to change that much.”

“Ouch!” Fred gasped and covered his mouth, “George, are you going to say anything to your woman?”

George shook his head and stared at you with a look one would simply call love, “My lady said what she said.”

“You’re more whipped than I thought,” Fred rolled his eyes with a hint of a smile.

The three of you bounced away, pushing each other in the corridors and giggling about how magnificent this prank would be. By the time dinner rolled around, you were shaking anxiously. Sure, you’ve pulled pranks before but those were simple. Setting a dung bomb off or setting free a bunch of skrewts was amateur compared to this. This? This was a high scale, perhaps maybe even expulsion, worthy prank. But, watching George wink at you from across the table made your heart flutter. Fred sat next to you, whispering to Lee Jordan,

“You’re in for a treat,” Fred’s face turned smug,

“Oh bloody bollocks, Fred, if I’m going to eat something tonight that will turn my nose into a pig snout, I will goose you into the next dimension,” Lee warned.

“Relax, Jordan.” Fred’s eyes pointed towards the ceiling,

“Let me rephrase then if anything goes into my hair, my wand is going straight up your arse.”

“On my honour, Lee, nothing will happen to you.” You assured him, pinching his arm softly.

“But after you see it, you’ll go mad and kiss our feet,” George smiled wildly, his body fidgeting with excitement. Students began to walk in steadily, each reaching their table and taking a seat and chatting like birds. Almost everyone was at dinner before the twins, you and Lee all excitedly huddled together to watch Professor Dumbledore rise to the podium.

“Wait for it,” you whispered under your breath. Dumbledore’s hand began to rise slowly, initiating the dinner to commence. Delicious meals of roast beef, potatoes, gravy, and peas flooded the table. The smell nearly distracted you from the prank, however, George squeezed your hand making you more anxious and exhilarated. The twins began to count down under their breath as Dumbledore’s hand began to fall.

“Three.” George said,

“Two.” You chimed,

“One.” Fred’s lips smirked.

For a second, nothing happened. It almost made your heart sink, thinking your prank had failed. However, your thoughts were proven wrong when the floating candles above the Great Hall exploded. Streaks of red paint sprayed the other houses and narrowly missed the teacher’s table. Students screamed in surprise, feeling the red ink stain their clothes and hair. Immediately, the Gryffindor table erupted into laughter. Their laughter only increased louder and heavier when the ceiling above the dinner tables popped and rained gold glitter that fluttered around and landed on top of people’s heads. You, especially, had charmed the remaining gold to form the letter’s “Gryffindor Rules,” above the teacher’s table. Some students began to laugh out of sheer surprise and some of your housemates began to clap. However, it was the Slytherin table that started to curse loudly. They shouted angrily and quickly tried to wipe the paint off of them. However, George had patted you on the back earlier for this idea, you had enchanted the paint to become more pigmented and darker if anyone tried to rub it off.

“Professor Dumbledore, EXPEL them at once!” You heard someone yell from the Slytherin tables, a few people joined in and agreed.

“Alright,” Lee wheezed, trying to catch his breath, “that was bloody brilliant. Congratulations, I’ve never felt more proud of you lot.”

The three of your sneakily high fived before Dumbledore tried to calm down the students. If you looked closely enough, you could see a gleam of amusement in Dumbledore’s eyes before he spoke,

“Children, please. Calm down.” He waved his wand, attempting to remove the paint from the student’s bodies. Nothing. Nothing seemed to work. Even McGonagall tried and couldn’t seem to lift the paint nor the glitter. Gryffindor students continued their laughter and praised the Weasley twins.

“Please return to your dormitories and wash up. We will continue the dinner in one hour. However, whoever has pulled this prank will receive extreme punishment.” McGonagall warned. Immediately students rose up and hurried to their common rooms. A few Ravenclaws and a handful of Hufflepuffs commended the three of you whilst the Slytherin house shot sharp daggers your way. Pride filled your chest as you stood.

“That was-”

“Bloody amazing.” The twins said together.

George lifted you up in the air, twirling you before putting you down and Fred doing the same. You giggled and shoved them away.

“We did it! Did you see the look on Slytherin’s slimy faces? They’ll never forget this,” George kissed you multiple times before throwing himself at Fred.

“Genius.” Fred pressed a chef kiss to his lips, “Oh, we are absolute geniuses. We pulled it off!”

You froze, hearing someone clear their throat from behind you. “And what exactly is ‘it’?” McGonagall asked, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. Her face was terrifying to look at, it was as if you were disappointing your mother or even worse, grandmother. She tapped her foot, looking at the three of you, an irritated look was clear on her pursed lips.

“Uh, uh.” you stuttered, “Ne parle pas anglais?” you butchered French terribly, but it was the only thing your mind could possibly think of in such circumstances. Nudging George with a harsh bump into his ribs, he jumped and said,

“I don’t know! I don’t know anything. I don’t know anything about any paint. I can’t see it! I’m uh, blind. ” George sputtered making you facepalm.

“And I’m dumb.” Fred nodded, agreeing with George completely.

“George!” you groaned, “I said deaf, not blind.”

“There’s a difference?” George asked, confused. Fred sighed and put his face in his hands. You smiled guiltily at your Professor.

“You three. Detention. Tomorrow morning at seven, sharp.”

“For what, Professor?” you asked innocently,

“It is rather insulting you have to ask, Ms. Y/N. But, to be specific, the paint you have so generously covered the student body with.”

“But, Professor? What paint?” you asked curiously, waving your hand around to draw her attention to the students near you. George and Fred’s eyes turned too, watching as the red stains and gold glitter slowly begin to lift itself off of the students and disappear into thin air. McGonagall’s lips parted before darting her eyes to look at even more students who looked at their clothing and hands confusedly, seconds before, sticky crimson covered everywhere they could touch, and next? Nothing. George’s eyes bulged and Fred’s lips turned from a nervous frown into a grin.

“I see you’ve gotten better with your charms and spells,” McGonagall faced you finally,

“I’ve learned from the best.” you sent her a smile, “Surely, we cannot be given detention without proof, right Professor?”

“Yes, Professor. We’ve done nothing wrong.” George slung his arm around your shoulder.

“We’re entirely innocent!” Fred added.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” All three of you declared.

McGonagall looked at her students again, hummed in disapproval, turned on her heel and clicked back to the Great Hall.

Before you can fully register what’s happening, George presses his lips to yours in a delighted and thrilling kiss. His hands are on your butt, pulling you closer and passionately kissing you. He pulls away breathless, “I’m mad for you, woman. How the hell did you do that?”

You shrugged, “You two truly must learn one very, a key important part of a prank. Always have a getaway plan.”

Fred’s face was shocked as he slowly bowed to you, “My Queen.”

“Stand, Fred the Exuberant. Join us, George the Charming and Y/N the Lovely. We must attend our feast.” You lifted your hand and posed regally before you all burst into fits. You wrapped your arms around George and Fred and strutted into the hall. “By the way, Georgie, do you really not know the difference between deaf and blind?”

“Does it matter? You’re obviously the smart one of the group.” Your boyfriend leaned and smooched you once more.

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thekinghazzastyles · 5 years ago

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Nothing Like The Rest // George Weasley

Pairings: George Weasley x Lestrange!adopted!Slytherin!reader Warnings: angst, death, fluff Word Count: 3032 Time Period: Golden Era Authors Note: You’re a year older than Darco and the Trio but a year younger than the Twins. Summary: You’re Bellatrix Lestrange’s adopted child and you’re trying to come to terms with the person you truly want to be. Bellatrix adopted you because you’re rumored to be the last known descendant of Merlin. And Delphini doesn’t exist in this.

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You were nothing like your parents. You looked nothing like them and rarely acted like them. Mainly, you had different beliefs than they did. You didn’t believe in blood purity or being considered a blood-traitor, and you especially didn’t think muggle-borns were any less of a witch or a wizard than a pureblood. Bellatrix was proud when you were sorted into Slytherin and you were happy that it made her proud. You never wanted to wrong your mother even with all the things she has done and continues to do. You knew for a fact that you would never become a Death Eater willingly and hopefully not even forcibly. You knew there was a slim chance of you not having to get the dark mark and it made you very uncomfortable. A lot of people from other houses already were terrified of you and your family. Automatically assuming you would hurt them, but truthfully you just wanted to be treated like a normal person. It was hard being the daughter of a woman who has torn many families apart. Especially Neville. Longbottom was never particularly fond of you once you found out who your mother was. He never tried anything on you but you knew for a fact he most certainly didn’t like you. The Weasleys were also never particularly fond of you. Ron had always hated you. Percy didn’t put up with you and your shenanigans at all, ever. And the twins always had some sort of vendetta against you. They were constantly pranking you, each one always being worse than the next. But George Weasley seemed to be the one to get his siblings to dial down on the harshness they gave you. He noticed the bags under your eyes and how your smile that once took over your face in first-year was now replaced with a deep frown. He noticed that as time went on you progressively got sadder, alongside Draco. Hermionie and Harry suggested that you had both recently gotten the Dark Mark. You and Draco were both the children of major Death Eaters so why wouldn’t you have it. “Do you think they wanted to get it?” George asked. Neville scoffed catching his attention, “of course they wanted to get it, Draco is already such a blood purist, especially with the way he treats all of us. And that Lestrange, I bet Lestrange is just as deranged as their mother.” George didn’t know what to say. He saw that you and Draco visibly looked sadder and slowly started to separate from your friend groups and only speaking to one another very secretively. And that was the last way he ever pictured your face after he left.

George always went out of his way to speak to you or make you smile in some way. You both ended up secretly meeting every Friday night. He was always very soft with you, never raising his voice or saying crude things. You both began dating and kept up with your weekly meetings. You’d smile at one another in the halls, but making sure to be discrete and not catch anyone else’s attention. He tried to comfort you when you stopped speaking to him entirely. You never stopped meeting him in the Astronomy Tower but instead, you would just sit next to him silently and bask in each other's aura. He never forced you to tell him what was wrong but he reassured you that he would always be there for you. George refrained from telling his friends and housemates that he was dating someone, in fear that they would find out it was you and hurt you. He didn’t want to be ignored by his family and friends, especially Fred. Fred meant the world to George and his opinion mattered the most to him. George had been the first one to say ‘I love you.’ you hadn’t said it right back but he told you that you could say it whenever you were ready and he would wait for you. The last night you two were together was the night before he left. Right before he had to leave to the Great Hall you met up with him. You both hugged one another for a long time, blocking out everything around you. When you finally pulled away you stared at his face to have something to remember him by when you’d be away from him. This was the first time you told him ‘I love you’ and he would remember that forever. Mainly because it was also the first time you had genuinely smiled all year. And that was something he could never forget.

—Malfoy Manor—

Standing alongside Draco, you were both silent. Draco was asked to identify Potter first. Whatever Draco said you would follow, as you made a pact that you were in this together. Draco said he didn’t know who it was in front of him, but you both knew that to be a lie. Bellatrix had questioned you next. You looked closer and longer than Draco did to sell your lie. It was almost as if Potter held his breath as you looked at him, thinking you would tell the truth to your mother but you didn’t. “I don't know who this is but it is definitely not Potter,” you spoke with a hint of disgust. She believed you and sent you to go stand with Draco. You quietly spoke with him about a plan to get everyone in the dungeon out safely. Draco said he would keep watch while you went down to tell them what would be happening. When your mother sent the boys down and not Hermione, that worried you. You stood in the corner of Malfoy Manor quietly for the most part but you begged your mother to not hurt Hermionie. But she questioned your allegiance and that shut you right up. You didn’t want to be disowned. That was your biggest fear. You were already not blood-related to anyone in your family, so the possibility of you being disowned always seemed like it could happen at any time. Like one day, they just wouldn’t want you anymore. And that terrified you. “You don’t have much time but you guys need to get out of here,” you spoke to everyone in the Malfoy’s dungeon. They all looked at you in confusion and Ron was the first to question you. “Why would you ever help us? You’re a Death Eater,” he stated, causing your breath to hitch. “Because, because it’s the right thing to do. And I know you would do the same for me even though you hate me.” No one spoke but simply just believed you. As you turned around to leave Luna stopped you, “I don't hate you, Lestrange.” You slightly smiled before turning around to face her, “thank you, Luna. I wish the lot of you the best, and I’m sorry. Draco is too but he’s way too proud to admit it.”

—Battle Of Hogwarts—

You were with Draco in the Room of Requirement when he confronted Potter, asking for his wand back. You stood by his side but chose not to make eye contact with anyone. You didn’t even have your wand aimed at them. When Hermione saved you from the fire you thanked her repeatedly before you asked if you could see the damage your mother had done. She reluctantly showed you her scar. You stared at it for a while. Before speaking, “Salazar, I am so sorry I didn’t do anything,” you let a tear fall. The Trio was confused about your act and Draco stared at you with sadness in his eyes. He had to pull you up from the ground before he walked away with Blaise following. He let you cry some more into his shoulder before you were met with other Death Eaters. “Well that was strange,” Ron said, once you and Draco were out of their eyesight. The trio still sat staring at where the three of you had just walked off to. “You know they tried to stop her. Y/N pleaded with Bellatrix to stop but was too scared to stand up to her,” Hermione spoke. “I don’t think either of them wants to live like this. They don’t have a choice. I mean Harry you said Draco wasn’t even close to killing Dumbledore and Y/N could barely watch, so how could they want their lives to be like this?”

When Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Lucius called for both you and Draco, it took a second before they both made their way towards them. You made your way past George and he took hold of your wrist. You looked at the contact you both were sharing and then met his eyes. They were begging you to stay. At the moment you couldn’t decide what to do so you went with the only option you were taught to choose. Family. You squeezed his hand before shrugging out of his grip and continued to follow Draco towards his parents. Voldemort stopped the both of you and gave Draco an awkward hug and attempted to give you one. But you moved away before he could even reach you. You stood next to Narcissa holding her hand as you needed the support. You watched as everything and everyone you have grown to know at Hogwarts watched you and Draco. Some with disgust, some with pity; but they still watched. You knew this wasn’t the right side but family was forever. Harry Potter had still been alive and Death Eaters had begun to flee. Narcissa and Lucius dragged both you and Draco away from everything. This was your chance to finally stand up for what you believe in and you weren’t going to let it pass you up. “I’m not going. I’m sorry. Thank you for everything, I really appreciate it. I love all three of you and I could never forget you but I need to do this.” It took them a second before realizing what you had said. Draco was the first to go up to you and hug you. “Good luck,” he whispered as you hugged him back tightly. You both pulled away at the same time. Narcissa was next, she gave you a motherly hug as if she wished she could stay with you but she knew she couldn’t. “I’m so proud of you,” she spoke. She smiled at you when she let go. Lucius was never one for affection, ever. He gave you a slight nod of the head before speaking, “don’t get yourself blown up,” he said sternly. “I’ll try not to,” you joke back. You watched the three of them walk away from you. You hoped that they would be alright. You made your way inside of Hogwarts.

You watched as Molly Weasley fought your mother. She may not have always been there and she may not have been the best person, but she was still your mother. She never hurt you and she never would. In her own deranged way, she loved you and you loved her back. You know she was a terrible person and you know she’s done terrible things, but it still hurts to see the person who has taken care of you disappear right before your eyes. It felt as if your feet had been glued to the ground. Ginny pulled on her father's cardigan and points in your direction. Arthur signals to Molly about who was watching. You couldn’t feel the tears that were flowing down your face but you knew they were there. You weren’t mad at Molly, she was protecting her daughter. You wouldn’t argue with someone if they called your mother crazy, because she was. She killed her own family member and tortured an innocent family. She was a Death Eater for Merlin's sake. But she was still your mother nonetheless. You couldn’t help but feel some sort of emptiness as you watched her disappear. You made eye contact with Mrs. Weasley and she put a protective arm in front of Ginny. You swore you could see a tinge of regret but it was quickly masked with a stone face. Your tears continued to fall when you turned around and left the hall. Your sobs echoed through the corridor as you tried to maneuver your way to somewhere private. You ran into a countless number of people who were ready to fight you but were confused when they saw you crying. You made your way to a quiet and discrete corner. Knees to your chest and arms wrapped around your head, you sobbed by yourself. You felt a presence next to you. Flinching away when they sat down before you could get a look at them. It was George. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t do anything he just sat and watched you. After your cries began to settle down, he wiped your tears away but you avoided eye-contact with the Weasley. “I’m sorry,” he spoke. You could see the remorse in his eyes and assumed he was apologizing for what his mother had done just moments before. You looked him in the eye and saw his sincerity. “It’s not your fault,” you sniffed. “It’s not your mothers either. I don't blame anyone. I know my mother deserved it but, Salazar she was still my mother. She was still family. I feel so ashamed to be proud of who I am. And I feel terrible about everything she’s done to ever hurt anyone. So if anything, I should be the one apologizing.” George watched you before responding, “it’s not your job to apologize for the things your mother has done. Yes, she has done very terrible and very questionable things but you're not your mother and you will never be your mother.” “Thank you, George. It means a lot. Especially coming from you,” he stood up and held his hand out for you to take. He pulled you to your feet and held your other hand, caressing it with his thumb. You looked at your hands and then back up at him. “Will you find me after all of this is over? Promise me you’ll find me.” It took a second before you nodded, “I promise.”

You fought alone. You no longer had the trust of the Death Eaters, but you definitely didn’t have the trust of anyone in Hogwarts or The Order. It was hard trying to tell people what side you were on as their wands stayed aimed at you. When you set foot in the Great Hall after everything had finished, every pair of eyes were set on you. You had suddenly lost all confidence from before entering the room. You looked around for George and you felt better immediately when you found him. You quickened your pace and didn’t care that everyone was staring at you. The rest of the Weasley watched you with suspicion, thinking you were there to avenge the death of your mother, they had their wands at the ready. Ginny told George to turn around as she saw that you were coming straight toward him. His eyes softened when he saw you. He walked towards you and opened his arms. The second you felt him you hugged him as tight as you could. Everyone was staring at the both of you like they couldn’t believe what they were ewing. A Weasley hugging a Lestrange. It was the craziest thing they’d seen all day, and they had seen a lot. His mother especially was the most confused. “George?” she asked. “What is the meaning of this?” She along with the rest of the Hall were completely and utterly confused. “Everyone, this is Y/N Lestrange, and we have been dating for two and half years. Y/N, this is my mother, my father, my younger sister Ginny, my younger brother Ron, his girlfriend Hermione, their friend Harry, and my older brother Percy.” “Hello,” you spoke softly. “I want to apologize to everyone for everything my mother has ever done to any of you. Harry, I’m sorry about what happened to Sirius and Dobby, they didn’t deserve it. Hermione, again, I’m so sorry I didn’t stop her at the Manor,” Neville and a few other students had soon crowded around all of you to see what had been going on. They didn’t expect to hear an apology. “Mr. and Mrs. Weasley I terribly sorry she has tried to hurt you and your children, and I’m not mad at you for killing her; it’s what you had to do to protect your daughter, and I admire you for that.” You turned around and was faced with Neville's face, “And Neville, you don’t know how terrible I feel about the pain she brought to your parents, you and everyone around you,” you turned around and decided to address everyone at once. “I’m sorry about everything my mother has ever done. I wish I could take your pain away, I really do, but that is something I can’t do but I hope you can forgive me.” You stood silently waiting for someone to do anything. George gave your hand a squeeze to reassure you that he was there. Nothing happened until Hermione let go of Ron to give you a hug. “Thank you,” she let go, “really.” You smiled at her. Then Ron spoke, “thank you for helping us leave the Manor. It really does mean a lot.” You were glad that a few people were starting to see that you were nothing like your mother. George was happy you were finally becoming the person you want to be. You had hidden in fear of rejection for your entire life. Now you were surrounded by people who would support you and love you. You loved your mother and your family. A new family doesn’t mean you’d completely forget about your real family. It just means that there are more people to love and who will love you back. You could start a family with George and not have to fear that your mother would do something to them. This is all you ever wanted.

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fluffymcu · 5 years ago

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Letting Loose

Part FOUR

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary: You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) The first few chapters will be about random events, not really following a timeline until Chapter 9. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2,483

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It was a Friday afternoon and you were having lunch with Mj and Ned. Peter was up in the library preparing for a test coming up. “So, do you think if I went over to the compound and pretended I was an orphan, the Avengers would let me in?” Ned asked you as you three walked to the table with your lunch trays. You rolled your eyes playfully and scoffed.

“Ned, I have told you 20,000 times and I’‘ll tell you again. If you wanna visit and check out the compound, just ask. I’d be more than happy to give you a tour, and so would Peter. The Avengers know you’re my friend and they wouldn’t mind having you over.” You smiled, taking your seat next to Mj.

“Yeah, Ned, don’t be a wuss. Just ask for a tour already.” She chuckled. You and Ned smiled along and started to eat your lunch. “Also, I like your drip. Looks nice.” She nodded towards your outfit. You smiled and thanked her.

The three of you continued to eat and talk until until the bell rang, cueing that lunch was over. “Alright, I’ll see you guys after school.” You waved, making your way to your next class.

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You sighed audibly as you and Peter strolled into the compound. You laid your backpack on the floor to the side and plopped on the couch. No one seemed to be out and about right now, so you closed your eyes for 5 minutes. You were pretty tired today. Why? You didn’t know. Jeremy hadn’t bothered you too much today and you had gotten pretty good sleep last night. After your 5 minutes of shut eye, you ran up to your room and changed into your leotard, taking the next 30 minutes to stretch and practice your positions. You were thinking about going down to the gym so you can practice more and dance, but you didn’t really feel like dancing too much today since you were a bit tired already.

After your stretching, you took a hot shower, which made you more sleepy. You decided to take a small nap to get some energy and as soon as you hit the mattress, you were out.

You woke up, not knowing what year it was and you grabbed your phone to look at the time. It had only been 20 minutes. You were surprised you were feeling so well rested. You got out of bed without a problem, and you heard people downstairs. You smiled to yourself as you knew now that everyone was downstairs and talking. You began to fix your bed a little before Peter practically burst through your door, running towards you while letting out a battle cry. You were startled, to say the least. Although this was a very common occurrence, it still surprised you as Peter tackled you onto your bed for a play fight. He had jumped acrobatically, flying almost upside down; grabbing your head and body slamming you on the mattress. You let out a squeal but quickly recovered, getting your head in the game and fighting back. You grunt as you push him off you and grab his collar to slam him onto the bed.

He grabs your wrists and gets out from under you, standing up on the mattress. He picks you up with ease, only to throw you back on the bed with force. You begin to giggle again, a bad habit you have, because it makes you weaker in these play fights. Although you both play pretty rough, Peter is always gentle with you, and he’s never seriously hurt you. He still is very strong though, even when he’s not trying to use his strength. You get up on the mattress to be at the same level as Peter, and you grab your pillow, whacking him on the head. He snatched the pillow from you and you instantly ran, knowing what was next. You hopped off the bed and he chased you around it. Of course, it was inevitable. After you received your whack, you wrestled him onto the bed and got back on.

When you were both standing on the mattress again, you grabbed your other pillow and whacked him again, making him fall off the bed. You gasp, covering your mouth and giggling, but quickly recovering. “I guess I win.” You smirk. Peter sits up from the ground and gives you a predatory look.

‘I don’t think so!” He laughs, getting up and jumping back on in one swift movement, lifting you up before throwing you down. He smirks at you before taking a stance. “I’m about to end your whole career.” He chuckles, jumping in the air, pointing his elbow at you and pretending he’s about to land on you before moving at the last minute and falling down next to you. You flinch, letting out a laugh. You try to fight back once again, but you’re weakened by your unstoppable giggling. Peter chuckles before standing up. “This ends now!” He says dramatically, carrying you off and holding you above his head. “THIS IS SPARTA!!!!” He yells before throwing you off the bed, aiming for your bean bag. You land on it with a squeal, and put your hands up in surrender.

“Okahahahay, you win!” You say breathlessly. Peter cheers and does his victory dance before hopping down and giving you a hand.

“You okay?” He chuckles.

You nod with a wide smile. “Yeahah. I’m goohood.”

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You shake your head with a lopsided grin, sitting back as the team once again finds themselves in a fight over who picks the movie and what to watch. You were surprised even Nat was in thr middle of it. Usually she’s there right next to you, laughing at them.

“I should pick the movie this time. I have excellent taste.” Pietro grounded out, his hands on his hips to show he was serious.

“As if, Blondie.”

“I AM NOT BLONDE!”

“I should pick the movie because you liked because you all like the movie I put on last time.”

“Exactly. You picked the movie last time so it’s my turn to pick the movie tonight.”

“No, Tony.”

They all continued to squabble in a standing circle, the conversation so overlapped that you couldn’t even understand much else. Time was ticking and you were pretty sure you’d all be stuck the for the rest of the night before even deciding on a movie. Thankfully, Peter came to save the day. Or, your boredom, better said.

“Hey!” He whispered from the other couch, getting your attention. You sat up a bit and leaned over to hear him a bit better. “How about we steal the remote and hide it? We can put what we wanna watch, and they won’t be able to find the remote!” He raised his eyebrows as he shared his master plan. You narrowed your eyes at him with a smile.

“I like this plan. I like it a lot.” You and Peter immediately got to work, sneaking over to the couch nearest to the team, where the remote was sitting. It was actually pretty easy to steal since everyone was too occupied being at each others throats. They didn’t even notice or hear the channel change as you put on The Matrix, quickly running to the kitchen and getting Peter to lift you up so you can put the remote on the highest cabinet shelf. You both stealthily sneaked back into the living room and jumped on the couches, pretending nothing happened and watching your movie with a smirk.

“Wait-wait a minute wait a minute.” Tony said all of a sudden, making the rest of the team quiet down. They all caught on and turned around to see you and Peter on the couch watching your movie.

“Uhhh. What do you guys think you’re doing?” Clint asked, the whole team stepping towards you a bit.

“Watching our movie.” You shrugged, turning your attention back to the tv.

“We’re not watching that, though.” Steve said, the rest of them audibly agreeing.

“Well, it’s on, and we’re watching it, so... I guess we are!” You smiled, unbothered. The team put on confused faces.

“Nnnnno we’re not. I’m changing it.” Tony said, turning around, determined to change the channel.

“Yeah Tony, change it.” The team murmured, cheering him on. Tony looked around on each couch, a look of confusion gracing his features. “What’s wrong? Change the channel!”

“I can’t! I can’t find the remote, it’s gone.” Tony mumbled. The team groaned and started looking behind the cushions and under the chairs. “Wait a minute. I bet these two trouble makers have something to do with it.” You and Peter secretly exchanged nervous looks.

“That would make sense. The tv just happens to land on their favorite movie and suddenly the remote is gone.” Steve hums. Suddenly, everyone is around you, blocking your view of the tv.

“Whatever you guys are accusing us of, we didn’t do it.” You defend, not meeting their eyes.

“We don’t believe you.” Steve mocked, grabbing your arm to get you to sit up. “Tell us where the remote is, y/n, or else.” He said, the team nodding behind him.

“I don’t have the stupid remote.” You quipped back, crossing your arms defiantly, now looking your brother straight in the eye.

“Then where did you hide it, if we’re going to be technical.” He smirked slightly. You whole tough guy facade faltered for a second, smiling nervously, making Steve raise his eyebrow teasingly. “So you did hide it. Where?” You scoffed.

“I’m not telling you!” You sass, probably the wrong move. Steve exchanged looks with the team before nodding, telling Tony to get Peter too, since he most likely knows where it is. Steve turned to you with a mischevious grin, before lifting you off the couch and laying you on the floor.

“Suit yourself!” He chuckled, straddling your hips. Pietro sat behind you, next to your head and grabbed your wrists, keeping you from defending yourself. Bucky sat by your legs while Nat sat at your feet. You were incredibly nervous and you instantly started begging.

“Noooohohohoho plehehease don’t!” You kick out your legs, whining when Bucky grabbed them and held them down.

“Then tell us where the remote is, y/n.” Steve asked, his fingers tapping at a steady rhythm against your sides. Giggles caught up in your throat as you looked over to see Peter being pinned down as well by Tony, Sam, Clint, and Thor. You groan and pull at your hands, unable to get out of Pietro’s hold.

“But we wanna watch The Matrix!” You whine. Steve smirked and turned to look at Bucky and Nat.

“Team, I am sensing resistance. I hereby approve the movement for the next phase.” He teased, digging into your ribs. You let out a shriek, already pulling desperately at your hands, dissolving into more hysterics when you felt Bucky tase your inner thighs. You shook your head side to side, yelling out pleads and apologies, anything to make this stop. except giving up the remote.

“BAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT!” You cackled, recoiling when Pietro started to flutter his fingers behind your ears. Bucky began to squeeze your knees, knowing how bad that spot makes you react. You scream continuously for about 30 seconds non stop, making your brother crack up. Bucky’s laughing too, still torturing your knees. Tears of mirth are falling from the corners of your eyes as the team shows you no mercy. Steve is blowing raspberries on your belly while scribbling his finger into your sides, Bucky is tormenting your hips and thighs, squeezing his hands up and down to your knees, and Nat is waiting a few moments to see if you give in before going for your feet. “GUHUHUHUYS I CAHAHANT!” You beg.

Bucky smirks and pauses on his attack. “Does that mean we’ll see the remote anytime soon?” You laugh, falling limp, not wanting to give it up. Peter was laughing hysterically a few feet away from you, Thor blowing raspberries on his stomach and Tony attacking his armpits. You giggled tiredly at the sight of him, Steve’s finger poking your belly drawing your attention back. “Hey, don’t laugh at him, you’re in the saaame situation too, Princess.” He chuckled. Bruce and Vision were sitting on the couches watching, not wanting to be dragged into another squabble, and Wanda was sitting back, smirking and taking pictures and videos to embarrass you later.

You giggled and looked at Bucky, who was looking at you expectantly. “Uhuhuhummm,,, ugh I can’t tell you!” You cry. They all shook their heads at you before resuming their antics, tickling you mercilessly. Your laughter became desperate again, going up an octave when Nat’s long nails raked up and down your bare feet. “NOHOHOHOOO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAT!” Your laughter was becoming hoarse, the torture driving you insane. You had to make a choice: Giving up the remote, or death. “OHOHOHOKAHAHAY! I CHOOSE LIHIHIHIFE!” You yelled, falling into silent laughter right after that. Your brother signaled Bucky and Nat to let you go, and Pietro let go of your wrists. You finally relaxed and you greedily sucked in air.

Your brother looked at you fondly, letting you catch your breath, tapping you with his knee. “Well, on with it.” You sighed and sat up a bit. nodding toward the kitchen cabinet. “The shelves?” He asked, looking at you. You nodded, exhausted. “Which one?”

“You’re gonna have to look for it till’ you find it.” You smiled cheekily. Steve growled before pushing you back down and tickling your armpits. You screamed and immediately gave in. “OKAYOKAYOKAY THE TOP SHEHEHELF!! THE TOP SHELF!” Steve chuckled and stood up to retrieve the remote.

“Alright, guys, you can let Peter go, I’ve retrieved the goods.” Steve smiled, waving the remote in his hand. Peter let out a weird relieved giggle as he melted onto the floor making everyone laugh. They let you both go and you slumped down on the couch, Peter falling right next to you.

“Okay, that plan was not as good as I thought it was.” You sighed. Peter nodded out of breath, and you both vowed to never hide the remote on movie night again.

This time, everyone was able to agree on a movie much quicker, deciding to play Divergent. You rested your head on Peter’s shoulder, watching the movie with droopy eyes. You surprisingly stayed awake till the end though, everyone yawning and starting conversation as the end credits rolled.

You peacefully fell sound asleep to the quiet murmur of the team, Peter following shortly after. Steve took Peter to his bed while Bucky carried you to yours. He tucked you in your bed, smiling softly as he kissed your forehead, turning off your lamp and leaving your room to go to bed himself.

#ticklish!reader #marvel tickle #tickle fight #avengers #marvel #marvel mcu

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one-boring-person · 5 years ago

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Just A Babysitter. (Part Three)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: theft, some blood imagery, some mentioned drug use, fluff (some)

Context: This part revolves around Michael's first night with the boys, which (Y/n) partakes in.

A/N: I felt like I should post this to make up for the short one I posted earlier, so enjoy!

Part One, Part Two , Part Four , Part Five , Part Six , Part Seven , Part Eight

A strong reek of motor oil hangs over us as we linger on the Boardwalk, waiting for Star to finally rejoin us, the boys restless again, though each for different reasons. None of them have said more than a few words to me since last night, though one of the things they did tell me is that I have to stay with them all night, which annoys me to no end. The silent treatment is also a little tedious and frustrating, but at least it gives me time to think without being interrupted by Paul's constant jokes and pranks, or David's weighted questions, not to mention Marko's sweet yet sometimes irritating habit of making comments in my ear about random people passing by. Out of all of them, the only one acting vaguely normal to me is Dwayne, who treats me with the same quiet friendliness he treats nearly everyone in the group.

"Isn't that her?" Marko suddenly speaks up, pointing to a spot not too far from us.

Following his line of sight, I manage to spot the half-vampire weaving through the crowd with a familiar brunette on her tail: Michael. The boy seems to have bought himself a new leather jacket, probably to appeal more to his intended audience of one, Star, sauntering along behind her with some confidence as they converse together amicably, laughing with one another in response to some joke I can't hear, but the others can. David's jaw seems to clench a bit as he watches them, Paul and Marko smirking at each other as if they know something we don't, Dwayne leaning back a bit to whisper something to Laddie, who is perched on the back of his motorcycle once more. He rode with me on the way up, but quickly swapped when Star told him to do so, though he was clearly a little reluctant to do as he was told.

"Let's go." The blonde leader commands us, expecting us to follow him as he kicks his bike into gear, allowing Marko and Paul to take the lead, followed by Dwayne and then me, though it is obvious by the way he instantly moves his bike next to mine that I won't be a major part of this conversation. Loudly, we pull up in front of Michael as he goes to help Star onto his red motorcycle, the brunette's eyes widening at our sudden appearance, flicking his gaze between us until it lands on me. I smile in greeting, sitting back on my own Triumph as David makes a show of asserting his dominance, trying not to show how much it bothers me.

"Where you going, Star?" The vampire questions, tone neutral for now, though it will likely become harsher very soon.

"For a ride." She responds, trying to turn her back on us, as I have many times in the past.

"Let's go." Michael says to her, voice quieter than it was last night, though this is likely just because he wants to impress the girl trying to get on his motorbike with him.

Obviously, David can't let this slide.

"Star." This time, his voice is laced with authority and suggestion, his icy blue eyes watching her pointedly.

A low laugh emanates from the boys as the half-vampire gives in, climbing onto David's motorcycle with him, but not after making a show of dragging her hand over his chest with her eyes fixed on mine. Rolling my eyes, I zip up my jacket again, knowing that we'll be taking the wild ride home tonight, just to show off.

"You know where Hudson's Bluff is, overlooking the Point?" David inquires, raising an eyebrow at Michael as a downcast expression makes its way onto his face.

"I can't beat your bike." Michael confesses, hands tightening nervously around the handlebars.

"You don't have to beat me, Michael. You just have to try and keep up." With that, he revs his engine and puts the motorcycle into drive, speeding off the Boardwalk and onto the beach with a startled cry from Star, followed swiftly by the others. I take off after them, leading the way for Michael to chase me, grunting when the impact with the beach winds me, reminding me that I need to get the suspension on my motorbike fixed. Behind me, I hear the tell tale sound of Michael hitting the sand, his bike quickly catching up to us as we hurtle over the beach towards the cave, Paul and Marko weaving in and out of my path as we continue on, exhilarated whoops leaving them as they ramp up the speed.

Despite the thrill, I ride the entire way with a grim expression on my face, knowing Michael is unlikely to survive the night without being encouraged to join the boys - and from the impression I get of him, I know he won't refuse their insistence. I briefly break the facade when Laddie calls to me under the peer, his voice high over the howling wind in my ears, reassuring him that I'm still here, as well as letting the others know I haven't run off from them again. A curse escapes me when I recognise the small ridge the boys enjoy springing off of looming up, my own bike often struggling to follow them over it. Determined not to be outdone by a newcomer, I put my foot on the gas and pop off the top of it, overtaking Paul and Dwayne with a loud roar of the engine, a dry smirk making its way onto my face when Paul protests loudly, revving his own engine so he can catch up again. As usual, this begins a small race between us, one which he will undoubtedly win, even though I try my best to out do him each time.

Sitting lower on the bike, I push the accelerator up again until it reaches its highest, a shriek of exhilaration finally leaving me at the pure speed that follows, the uneven ground beneath me causing the motorbike to leave the ground a few times. To my left, Paul calls out teasing encouragement, goading me on to push the limit again, though I can already see the edge of the cliff approaching, so to up the speed further would be suicide. He might be able to survive a trip off the edge, but I certainly won't, which is why I have to pull up short when I get in range of the precipice.

"One more win for me! What's the score now, like a hundred to zero?" The triumphant vampire floats as he stops closer to the edge, sending me a proud grin as I flip him off, breathless but smiling, too, my mood having brightened considerably.

"Shut up, Paul."

A laugh leaves us both before we're interrupted by Michael and David pulling up a little way away, the former skidding on his bike as he overshoots the turn, falling to the floor with a grunt. The latter smirks down at him, a chuckle threatening to escape his lips even as Star looks on with worry. Dismounting, the rest of us approach them, quickening our pace in alarm when Michael lunges for our leader, punching him straight across the face. Anger flares up in me at the newcomer's boldness, quickly joining in with the boys as they go to hold him back, only to stop when we see David's reaction, my eyebrow raising a little at the cunning smirk he is carrying.

"...just you!" I finally tune into what Michael is saying, rolling my eyes at his stupidity, hanging back behind the boys with Laddie as I try to stop myself from laughing.

"How far you willing to go, Michael?" David challenges the brunette, features sharpened in the harsh white light from the lighthouse just offshore.

Confused, Michael can only watch as we hide our bikes and make our way down onto the steps leading to the cave, following behind David as we enter the sunken hotel. Immediately, I head over to my usual spot in the corner: a dusty old armchair covered in my notebooks, comics and other useless trinkets I've picked up, or been given, over the years. Plonking myself down, I busy myself with one of the sketchbooks sitting on the arm, taking a pencil and starting a rough sketch of the hotel interior, one of many. Marko approaches me as David begins his spiel about the history of the hotel and that, a pigeon held gently in his hand, the other stroking it as carefully as possible, a small smile gracing his lips.

"What're you doing?" He asks me, leaning over me to see the page, chuckling a little when I lift it to my chest to hide it out of instinct.

"Drawing." I reply, the corners of my lips twitching up into a smile at Marko's eyeroll, sitting up to get a closer look at the pigeon, "May I?"

The young vampire's smile broadens and he nods, holding the pigeon out to me in offering, allowing me to run a finger over its soft head, the bird chirping as it wriggles a bit in his grip.

"Marko! Food!" David's voice suddenly interrupts us, drawing a small groan of irritation from the vampire in question.

"Want me to come with?" I offer, putting aside the sketchbook as I stand up, stumbling over a fallen comic.

"If you want to." He accepts, releasing the pigeon with a flurry of feathers as he and I climb back out of the cave and into the cooling night air.

"One bike, or two?" I muse, looking over at him in curiosity.

"Two, and we race there." Marko grins, heading over to the hiding spot where we keep them, wheeling his out and waiting for me to do the same.

"Oh, you're on. Where to?" I agree, swiftly accompanying him on the road and pulling on my gloves, shivering a little in the cool wind blowing up from the sea.

"The Chinese place." He decides, starting his engine.

"Sure. On the count of three?" I do the same, adjusting my grip on the handlebars as I prepare myself to race.

"Sure."

"One..." I begin, sitting lower in the seat.

"Two..." He continues, sending a smirk over at me as he revs the engine loudly.

"Thr-" I start to finish, only to catch a mouthful of dust as Marko takes off, drawing a protest from me. In seconds, I've recovered from the shock, thundering after him at the highest speed I'll risk this close to the edge of the cliff, quickly catching up to him with my minorly faster bike. On sand, the Triumph struggles to keep up with their lighter motorctcles, but on roads? Now that's a fight I can win.

Cries of excitement leave us, mingling with the growling of the engines, both of us yelling friendly insults at each other as we turn corners and weave in and out of the thin traffic, my motorbike quickly taking a good position a little way ahead of him. Pride in the vehicle fills me, though I don't let myself get arrogant, upping the speed once more in order to stay ahead, lowering myself in the seat to increase my aerodynamic stance, grinning deliriously to myself as the wind rushes through my hair and clothes, only adding to the exhilaration. Around me, the few other road users call out words of protest and anger at my reckless driving, one car even swerving completely to avoid me when I accidentally take up a place on the wrong side of the road. By the time the lights of Santa Carla come into view, my heartbeat is already at it's highest, tears forming in my eyes at the barrage of air attacking them.

Luckily, the Chinese is just outside the beach town, so there's no need for me to adjust my speed to a pedestrian friendly one when I approach the restaurant, the bike even skidding as I pull up in the parking lot outside, the brakes complaining at the sharp application even as a mother and daughter do the same, the former mentioning something about unruly teens before directing her ten year old away from me. I'm pleased to see that I'm the first here, glad that I've finally won a race against one of the boys after all these years of trying, a burst of pride and triumph filling me as I watch Marko enter the area a few minutes later, a large grin on his face.

"Damn, that bike is fast." The young vampire compliments, reaching out to clap me on the shoulder as he comes to a halt beside me. Climbing off, we make our way into the takeaway restaurant, Marko slinging his arm around my shoulders affectionately as we go, giving me a pointed look when a blush creeps onto my cheeks, his sweet scent clouding my nose briefly until we enter the restaurant itself, at which point all I can smell is food, which makes me hungry.

Going to the front, we order a few things, mostly rice and noodles, and wait for them to make it up. As we do so, I lean up to whisper in his ear.

"We paying for this one, or?"

"I don't know, should we?" Comes the reply, both of us exchanging a secretive glance, "How fast do you feel tonight?"

A mischievous grin makes its way onto my face at his words, my pulse instantly picking up at the idea.

"Very."

"Good." He responds, smirking at me.

For a couple more minutes, we wait for them to prepare the food, before going up to collect it with a neutral expression on our faces. I reach into my pocket for one of the fake notes we tend to carry around, just as a decoy, handing it to the poor worker with a polite smile, taking the food and leaving the restaurant with some speed. As we emerge, we break into a sprint, racing to our bikes and quickly starting them up as the owner bursts through the doors, screaming at us to stop. Giggling to ourselves, we speed off, the food secure on the back of our bikes, trying to get as far away from there as we can before the police are called on us, though it is very unlikely that they will catch us. Triumphant laughs and calls escape us as we hurtle down the road, keeping an eye on our tails to make sure we're not followed, and that the food is still there, making our way home with considerable speed, once again avoiding all the traffic possible. Dust flies up around us as we turn onto the smaller road leading up to the Bluff, a surprised yelp erupting from my lips when my motorbike skids on the dirt, nearly sending me flying over the handlebars, though I manage to hold on with as much strength as I can muster. Just ahead of me, Marko looks back to see if I'm still in one piece, his momentary worry fading into amusement at the look on my face, my pulse having picked up considerably from my near-accident. As we approach the head of the cliff, his smirk still hasn't faded, it has only grown, finding it funny that the traction on the bike very nearly got me badly injured. Upon stopping, he starts his small comments, pestering me as we make our way back down into the cave.

"Feeding time! Come get it, boys." The vampire announces, chucking the boxes of takeaway at the others before handing me a pot of noodles, allowing me to retake my seat in the corner.

"Chinese. Good choice." David acknowledges, taking two from Marko and opening the first, offering it to Michael, who is sat across from his wheelchair. The brunette declines, to which David responds with his usual wit, "You don't like rice? Tell me, Michael, how can a billion Chinese people be wrong? Come on."

The others laugh at David's words as Michael grudgingly takes the pot, starting to eat as the rest of us do, looking up with confusion when David begins to play his first trick.

"How are those maggots?" He asks nonchalantly, looking inquiringly at his target. Instantly, I know he's decided to use his mind tricks.

When Michael fails to reply, David tries again.

"Maggots, Michael, you're eating maggots. How do they taste?"

At his words, Michael looks back down at his food, quickly throwing it on the floor and spitting the contents of his mouth at it, trying to clean it out. A laugh erupts from the coven of vampires at the brunette's expense, a dry smirk creeping onto my face at the confused expression on Michael's, Star scolding them a little.

"Sorry, no hard feelings, huh?" David apologises, picking at the pot of noodles in his own gloved hands, "You like noodles?"

"They're worms..." Michael states, rolling his eyes a little at the joke.

"What do you mean they're worms?" David says, shovelling a few noodles into his mouth in his usual messy fashion, returning his icy blue gaze back to Michael as he chews, "They're only noodles, Michael."

In disbelief, Michael snatches the pot away from him, picking some up with the chopsticks to inspect them, looking incredulous as they turn out to be inanimate, rather than alive. Another laugh escapes the group until Star butts in from her position a little way behind them.

"Leave him alone."

I try to fight the eyeroll that threatens to leave me, biting my lip when I see David call Marko over, whispering something in his ear. My eyes follow the young vampire as he goes to fetch the familiar jewelled bottle for his leader, handing it to him almost reverently. Having been given it, David opens it and takes a sip, shuddering at the metallic taste that accompanies it, before offering it to Michael.

"Drink, Michael, be one of us." The vampire encourages, smirking a bit at the brunette as he takes it, sniffing it. By now, Star has moved to stand behind him, looking nervous as hell, even though Michael's choice will not affect her in any way.

"You don't have to," She argues, speaking directly into his ear, "It's blood."

Michael scoffs, giving her a quick "Yeah, sure" as the boys start to chant his name, encouraging him to drink, whooping and cheering when he does, taking a long drag from the bottle before pulling away.

"BRAVO!" David calls out, ordering Marko to start pushing him around in the wheelchair as the others start to get excited, Paul swiftly lighting what is probably his fourth joint of the night to add to his buzzed state, Dwayne carrying a smile as he parades around with them. Sighing, I busy myself in my pot of food, picking up my sketchbook once more and carrying on with my previous drawing, knowing this will be a boy's night, preparing myself for yet more babysitting duties.

The hours drag on, the boys becoming more and more active as the night wears on, each of them drinking huge amounts of alcohol and smoking large amounts of cannabis and tobacco, ignoring the fact that Star and Laddie are trying to sleep in their beds. The former eventually manages this, but the latter struggles, coming over to me after around two hours to sit with me, watching the boys mess around, as well as me draw, holding himself close to me as if to keep himself safe - he might like the boys, but his trust in them is yet to become a steady thing. Somehow, he drifts off in my arms, causing me to stop sketching and hold him instead, rocking him a little to keep him asleep, which is where the boys find me when they finally decide to take the party elsewhere.

"We're going to the bridge, want to come?" Paul announces, shooting me a guilty look when I hush him, gesturing to the sleeping child in my arms.

"Sure, let me drop this one off in his bed first, then I'll be up." I agree, carefully standing and taking Laddie over to the cot the boys (I) prepared for him when they first came to us, tucking him in before stepping over to leave the cave, following the boys up and out.

As I emerge, I decide to myself that I don't want to ride by myself, so I go over to Paul with obvious intent, smiling thankfully at him when he lets me take a seat behind him. Doing so, I wrap my arms around his waist, holding on tightly when he and the rest of them take off, riding in formation with David at the front, though only after he gives me an odd look, most likely expecting me to ask him for a ride, even though he hasn't said more than two words to me all night.

The journey to the bridge isn't long, especially not at the speed the boys are going at, a small sense of regret welling up in me at Paul's particularly reckless driving, wishing I'd chosen someone safer instead. He seems happy enough that I chose him, though, so I sit tight and deal with it, wondering who'll take me home after this little show the boys have planned. As we approach, I'm quick to get off and pull off the gloves I forgot to remove earlier, wiping my sticky hands on my jeans so they won't slip off the bars of the bridge. As Paul dismounts, he throws himself onto my back, almost pushing me over with his sudden weight, a giggle escaping him as I grunt in surprise, my hands flying to grasp at the arms he has thrown around my neck.

"Jesus, Paul, you're heavy as hell!" I protest, wriggling out from underneath him as we step onto the train tracks running across the bridge.

"Hey, I'm not that weighty!" He laughs, quieting when Michael speaks up.

"What's going on?" He asks David, the platinum blonde throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"Michael wants to know what's going on." The boys chuckle at his words, though I don't, still trying my best to brace my muscles in preparation for the hang that will soon follow, "Marko, what's going on?"

David's voice is laced with sarcasm and heavy emphasis, drawing yet another laugh from the group.

"I don't know, what's going on, Paul?" Marko replies, grinning behind Dwayne's shoulder at us.

"Who wants to know?" Paul inquires, laughing with us as I finally crack a smile, their teasing amusing to me as it always has been.

"Michael wants to know!" Marko confirms again, stepping up onto the edge of the bridge as we come to a halt in the centre.

"I think we should tell Michael what's going on." David says suggestively, giving Marko a pointed look.

With one last smirk, Marko steps off the edge, looking down as he goes.

"Bombs awayyyyyy..." His voice trails off as he drops, as if he's fallen to the bottom, though I know full well he hasn't.

Paul goes next, letting out one of his odd noises as he goes. Dwayne follows, and then David steps up as if he's forgotten I'm here.

"Come with us, Michael." He says before stepping off as well, the brunette turning to me with a worried expression. I can only shrug as I step up, dropping off the edge with a wry smile.

For a second, I feel weightless, before I feel an arm grab hold of me, pulling me against their chest. Instinctively, I wrap my own arms around their neck, looking up at them to find David smirking down at me. Thanking him, I allow him to use his superior strength to lift me up a little, letting me grab hold of an overhanging bar, only releasing me when I have a firm, comfortable grip on it. I laugh nervously as I start to swing with the others, trying to avoid Marko and Paul as they take part in their usual kicking antics, Dwayne grinning across at me widely.

"Michael Emerson! Come on down!" David taunts up at Michael as the brunette finally realises we're all safe (ish), blue eyes piercing into each other.

Finally, he decides to join us, the rest of us greeting him with cheer of our own, allowing ourselves to swing for a little while before I hear the tell tale sounds of a train approaching, and not a light one, either. Adjusting my grip on the cold bar, I try to roll my cramping muscles a bit in time for the heavy vehicle to pass overhead, the metal structure of the bridge shaking under its weight, our bodies vibrating with the shuddering surface above us. Around me, the boys - barring Michael - whoop and cry out in exhilaration, their muscles much more capable of holding on than our human ones, their words distorted under the hooting and chugging of the engine above us, though it is clear when David yells at Michael to hold on. A quiet voice in the back of my head wants to speak up and ask what else he's supposed to do, but I ignore it, instead focusing on the hanging vampires surrounding me, grinning when Paul decides he's going to be the first to go. I don't catch what he says as he allows his hand to slip from the bar, crying out in mock terror as the fog swallows his lanky body, Michael's eyes widening in panic as his newfound friend meets his apparent demise. Marko goes next, though once again, I don't quite hear him as he opens his mouth to speak, my concentration now turning to the aching in my arms, my muscles starting to shake violently as they struggle to hold my body weight up. Sweat beads on my forehead despite the icy air around us, my hands becoming clammy and slippery around the smooth bar in their grip, my palms sliding on the metal, dangerously. I don't notice Dwayne has dropped until he's gone, the dark haired vampire shooting me a reassuring look as he vanishes into the mist. On my other side, I hear David shouting at Michael again, his voice just audible over the pounding above us.

"Michael, you're one of us! Let go!" The vampire encourages, most likely giving the brunette one of his signature grins.

"And do what?!" Michael calls back, incredulously, terror evident in his eyes. At this point, the adrenaline in me at the thought of falling, voluntarily, has made my pulse spike, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I watch David let go, the black-clad vampire falling into the fog in silence, as usual.

"DAVID!" Michael screams after him, eyes wide and panic-stricken.

The train finally passes by, the new silence eerie until the familiar whoops and cries of the boys below us start to float up from the mist, once more reassuring me. Across from me, Michael tries one last time to pull himself up onto the bridge, before he looks at me.

"What do we do?" He questions, voice laced with fear.

"Let go." I confirm, giving him the most ressuring look I can, though I know it's still daunting to him, and me, even if I have done this many times before, "On three, ok?"

He nods, wincing as his muscles start to hurt him, just as mine are.

"One..." I start, eyeing him carefully, "Two..."

As I reach this, he let's out a groan of terror, fixing his eyes on me.

"Three..." I finish, allowing my hands to release their grip on the bar as I say this, the weightlessness of the freezing air around me only adding to the adrenaline racing through me, a giddy shriek of excitement ripping from my throat as we fall. Spreading my arms, I use them to slow the descent, knowing one of the boys will catch me, Michael unaware of this fact as he screams the whole way down, clearly not enjoying the experience at all. Eventually, they cut out; by which time I've stopped paying attention to him, relishing in the sensation of the wind howling around my body as it tumbles through it, the cold barely registering in my mind.

Just as I start to think the boys will let me fall to my death, I feel my body suddenly stop, a pair of strong arms halting me in my path, the impact drawing a grunt from me as the air is knocked from my lungs.

"Gotcha, Princess." Dwayne's familiar voice sounds in my ear as he pulls me into his chest, smiling gently down at me as the floating vampire notices my exhausted state.

"Thanks, Dwayne..." I murmur, trying to recover from the fall as best I can, a breathless laugh leaving me when he grins in response.

"Of course."

Panting a bit, I allow my head to fall into his chest, my arms looping around his neck so I can hold on with more safety, breathing in his familiar scent: motor oil, dust and cologne, the dark haired vampire often preferring not to reek of his meal's blood when around other people. Sighing, I let myself relax as I feel the air around me shift, signalling Dwayne's ascent to the bridge, my attention now fully on holding onto the tall vampire as I try my hardest not to give in to my sudden exhaustion. I barely notice as he takes me to his motorcycle, the boys all joking around us, David carrying Michael's limp body briefly before passing it on to Marko, who looks swamped by the taller boy's frame, the blonde rolling his eyes when his burden lets out a small groan in his blacked-out state, sweat still coating his pale brow. Gently, Dwayne props me up on his bike, climbing on in front of me and allowing me to wrap my arms around his waist, chuckling when I squeeze his muscular torso in thanks again. Energy dwindling, I feel my head fall forwards onto his shoulder, grunting when the motorcycle sparks into gear, the sudden noise jolting me briefly from my trance-like state, causing me to tighten my grip a little, hoping to secure myself better.

Dwayne drives slowly, Marko doing the same beside us as he provides a taxi service for the passed-out Michael, the two vampires conversing as they ride, voices only just audible to my human hearing, though I can barely make out what they're saying. My eyes remain fixed on the crimson tail lights of our companions a little way away, the bright dots bouncing and jolting as the corresponding bikes go over uneven parts of the ground below them, the two drivers calling out encouragement at each other, most likely racing one another. A smile forms on my lips at the sight of them, even if I can't technically see them, my former anger at them mostly forgotten for the minute; instead, I'm just happy to be with them, realising how grateful I am to them after all they've done for me. With this in mind, I decide to pay a visit to Santa Carla tomorrow night, whilst they're feeding, to think up some way to repay them.

Just as I figure this out, I feel Dwayne's motorcycle come to a halt, meaning we've reached home, a relieve sigh escaping me at the prospect of finally going to bed after this long night. As the engines cut out around me, I feel another pair of arms lift me up off the bike, cradling me against their chest as they start to move with me. A quick glance up confirms this person to be David, the blonde vampire catching my eye with a soft smile as he takes me down into the cave, the rest of the boys - except Marko, who has gone to drop off Michael and his motorcycle - trailing along behind him, both equally as glad as I am that their leader finally forgave me. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his jacket, enjoying the smell that lingers around him, even if it does have the same sour odour I've come to associate with blood, the fabric of the garment making a comfortable headrest for me.

Minutes later, the feeling of my jacket and boots being tugged off makes it's way known, before quickly being replaced with the relieving sensation of a bed below me. Cracking my eyes back open again, I notice the boys standing around me, an unsure look on Paul's face as he twitches, itching to join me, the other two giving me more intent stares. I lift my arms up, gesturing for them to join me in the large bed, even if it is only for an hour or so, sighing happily when they all slip in beside me, David swiftly pulling me to lay in the crook of his arm, my head on his chest, whilst Dwayne moves to my other side, resting his head on my shoulder contentedly. Paul, as always, takes up his place in between my legs, placing his head on my abdomen as his hands move to hold my hips, pulling them closer to him as he lets out a groan of appreciation. Hazily, I feel a blush start to creep into my face as David starts to caress my hair, Dwayne tracing his fingers up and down my side comfortingly as Paul continues to rub circles into the skin of my hips, the attention from them all making me rethink my former inhibitions.

I fall asleep to the reassuring motions of the boys' affection, feeling as safe as I've ever been.

Part Four

#david(thelostboys)#joel schumacher #the lost boys #vampire #dwayne(the lost boys)#kiefer sutherland #marko(the lost boys)#paul(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)#laddie(the lost boys)

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outerbankslut · 5 years ago

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Here For You... JJ Maybank

Summary • One afternoon after seeing a certain blond pogue hurt you are left confused and worried for him. So you set out to figure out exactly whats happened to him or more like what happens behind the closed doors of the Maybank residence.

Warnings • Swearing. Cannabis abuse. Mentions of abuse(from the show)-And please if you’re going through anything like that please talk to someone. My doors always open if you need to talk <3

Word Count • 4.3k (Imagine)

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(GIF isn’t mine, let me know if it’s yours)

FLOUR ENCASED YOUR clothing as you finally slid the greased up tray into the oven, dusting your hands off after. John B and your friends were out on the boat for the day which you declined to have the day to yourself to bake cookies and do homework in peace without the likes of John B your brother and JJ your best friend. He stayed around a lot and at this point he basically lived there but you didn't mind. Truth be told, you had a big fat crush on the boy. But it was the opposite of all teenage love stories. He didn't love you back. You often found yourself happy to wake up and see the boy sitting around the house drinking beer or smoking a joint. He gave a sense of comfort in the house that felt so empty without your dad.

You and John B being twins shared most things—one being friends. You had known the blond since you were in third grade, and that was when the crush bloomed but you could tell by his constant hookups he didn't know nor reciprocate those feelings. He only thought of you as a friend.

Then there was Pope. Occasionally you worked down at his dads shop for extra money for rent if your uncle didn't come through with it as well as groceries since he didn't seem to care if you or John B starved. Pope was the sweetest and smartest boy you had met. When your brother refused to show you how to drive a boat the Pope showed you on delivery once. Though it got you in trouble with Heyward when you turned back up late to the shop.

And Kiara. She was a Kook. Got a taste of both sides of the jungle. The kooks didn't sit well with her so she ended up an honorary pogue. She was your best friend as soon as she joined the group since you'd never had a girl to talk to since your mum left and your house was filled with boys.

You sighed as you settled down atop the counter looking at your phone as you added a timer since the one on the oven was broken. It was all quiet apart from the low hum of the oven fan until a door was shoved open and stumbling footsteps walked round the house.

Everyone else was on the boat, so who the hell was this?

You picked up the wooden base ball bat from that leaned on the wall just in case and held your phone ready to call 911 and inched towards where the sound was coming from.

And the bathroom light was on, you furrowed your eyes brows in confusion.

Then when you pushed open the door you caught a flash of golden blond locks as the boy quickly turned around putting his shirt on quickly.

"JJ?"

A bruise had formed just beneath his eye and along his cheek bone, mixed arrays of blues and purples splashed with the cream colour of his skin. You gasped as you saw it. His lip was busted and there was a small cut just above his eyebrow.

You reached forward to get a better look at his face as you finger lightly grazed over the bruise and he flinched away slightly making you frown.

"Sorry." You pulled away looking at the boy who had nothing to say in that moment but normally was not the quiet type. "Wait, why are you here? I thought you were on the boat with the others."

"I decided not to go today. I—um, had to help out my dad with some stuff at home." His voice wavered as he spoke leading you to believe he was keeping something. Then he turned his eyes to you. "What about you? Didn't think anyone would be here."

"I have homework to do. But that's beside the point. What happened to your face?"

He panicked. You couldn't know. As much as he wanted to wrap his arms around you and just stay there forever in your safe arms he couldn't. He couldn't drag you into his mess of a life. If would be best if you stayed just outside of it. You couldn't get hurt because of him.

"Homework. And I thought Pope was the nerd." He was deflecting. You rolled your eyes at the act. Something was definitely up. If this was just a small run in with Rafe other other Kooks then why would he be hiding that?

You sighed deciding not to question him for a second. Though you wanted to know who did it so you could punch them, he could tell you in his own time.

"I can help clean you up, got some frozen peas in the freezer. And some antiseptic wipes for that cut. But after that I want to know what happened."

"You know, I forgot I've got to get back to work and stuff. I'll see you later, Lu." He rushed past you away from the bathroom he had sought refuge in, where he thought he was alone but the prying eyes of Lucie Routledge never once left his.

"Wait, JJ!"

But he didn't stop. He carried on until he was perched on his bike and you were walking down the porch stairs.

He ignored you pulling on his helmet though when doing so his shirt rode up slightly and you got a glimpse of how bad it really was. How bad his homelife was. Though you didn't connect the dots just yet.

You gasped with a hand over your mouth seeing bruises all down his side, a messy painting of purples, blues and greens mashed together. But before you could say anything he sped away leaving you in your thoughts about what the hell happened.

The rest of the night you filled the out the pit in your stomach with chocolate chip cookies and empty thoughts. Since then you couldn't concentrate on your homework having given up an hour ago just when John B came back with Pope and Kie.

Your brother barrelled into your room a cookie in hand and jumped onto your bed as you winced hoping it didn't break.

"Did you guys have a good day?"

"Yeah. Especially since you weren't there." He joked taking a hefty bite of the cookie just as you threw your pillow his way.

He noticed your expression after that. You were distracted and confused and seemed distant.

"What's up with you?"

You sent him a puzzled look. "Nothings up with me. I don't know what you're talking about."

He rolled his eyes before standing up and messing up your hair with his hand which you promptly slapped away. "Well if you want to talk then I'm just next door."

Except you weren't part of the thoughts plaguing your mind. It was JJ.

THE NEXT DAY when everyone was round at the Chateau JJ didn't even look at you. His gaze was focused either on the ground or towards whoever was speaking except from you. You could never get him alone to talk to him since he made sure you were never alone in a room and would spark up a conversation with literally anyone before you could utter a word.

It was midday and you were out on the HMS pogue with them all sitting next to Kie. John B was fishing, JJ was smoking as usual on the other side of the boat, Pope was reading and Kie was on her phone while you were braiding your hair. If the others weren't here you would definitely be able to cut the tension between you and JJ with a knife. If he was going to ignore you for wanting to help him then so would you. Two can play at that game.

The others could sense something was wrong though and were choosing to ignore it. They could tell since JJ had only flirted with Kie all day. He'd willingly had a conversation about science stuff with Pope. And none of them had seen either of you speak a word to each other.

As you sat with your eyes covered by sunglasses and body clad in a purple bikini you heard a squeal emitting from beside you and turned to see John B tipping fish out of a net right next to you and Kie and you felt a small splash on your legs of water from the dead Sea life.

"Nice haul, dude. Look at that." JJ commented.

Kie grimaced scouting away as she moaned at the boy for putting it so close to her. "Ugh, John B."

"Been all bait for, like, three weeks." Then John B threw a fish at JJ landing beside him.

"Gross."

Then your brother turned to you holding a fish in his hand and you scooted further away practically laying on Kie. "John B, do not thr—"

You were interrupted by the slimy fish landing on your lap after it had hit your face. JJ erupted with laughter at that as you narrowed your eyes. Practically the only interaction he had today with you. You narrowed your eyes on JJ before turning to John B and throwing the fish back at him as he ran to the other side of the boat.

Then JJ tackled down at the bow of the boat laughing before Pope jumped on top and Kie joined.

"Incoming." You yelled as you flopped down on the four people pile hearing groans in response with muffled laughter.

"I think you guys squished my organs." John B muttered as JJ nodded but you couldn't help but lie there and wish that this would be the way your life was for ever. The boat adventures, surfing, island life and doing whatever the fuck you wanted.

"Uh... Lu?" Kie muttered nudging your side and you jumped off realising you had just been sitting and staring into space. You noticed JJ wincing slightly as you all got up and felt guilty. Though he did jump into it himself. Literally.

"Sorry."

"No problem, my lungs may no longer work but it's fine." John B said and you flicked him on the forehead when he sat up.

Kie looked to you as though she got an idea and smiled. "Food at the wreck? I've got a shift in like...an hour."

"Not gonna turn down food. Especially from the wreck my favourite place on earth."

"My dads not gonna give you a discount for ass kissing." Kie deadpanned to JJ who looked dejected as you laughed. "You can have leftovers from are lunch menu though if I can convince him."

"Score." He pumped his fist in the air and you rolled your eyes. This was going to be a long day if he kept this up.

AT THE WRECK the table could not been more awkward. The only seats left were next to each other that both you and JJ were forced to take while the other three sat on the other side of the round table laughing and joking around. It was like they did it on purpose. You picked at the fries in the small basket while JJ entered the conversation and you kept mulling over yesterday. The thought of JJ hating you felt horrible—like you were about to throw up every passing second. It may seem an overreaction to him ignoring you all day but why else would he be. Maybe you did something yesterday. Maybe you said something wrong. Maybe you—

"Lu?" Kiara stared concerned from beside you. Maybe you'd been lost in your thoughts for too long.

"What's up?"

She pointed to your hand and you looked down to see in your ranting thoughts you hadn't paid much attention to anything else and had squished a few fries in your hand. "You murdered some poor fries." She pouted as you laughed.

"Oh. Oops." You dropped them into the basket and by impulse sent a fleeting glance towards JJ who stared at his own food eating slowly which was unusual for him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

Kie nodded in response slowly not really believing you.

"Okay, well I have to go start my shift now. So I’ll see y'all later." You all waved goodbye to the Carrera girl before finishing your food and heading back out on the boat from the docks by the wreck.

First it was dropping Pope off at Heywards to help his dad and then you headed back to the chateau, a silence among you until your brother coughed awkwardly looking between the two off you.

"Okay, none of us said anything earlier but you guys are acting weird. First it was you guys not speaking a word to each other. Then it was your fry mass murder. What's going on?"

"Nothing." JJ shrugged nonchalantly. Yep absolutely nothing was wrong. It was all fine and dandy.

"Whatever you guys want to think." John B shrugged not pushing anymore.

Once you got back to the Chateau John B docked up the boat just as JJ walked off down the dock to the house. You sighed. Could you give him anymore time? This couldn't go on for much longer. Surely.

HE WAS STILL ignoring you the next day and it was just pissing you off now. So you stormed out to the porch where he had laid himself across the couch smoking. John B was out at work so it was just the two of you there and he was actively avoiding you.

"JJ!"

Still nothing. So you did something he would definitely respond to. You went up to him and before he realised, you had snatched the joint from his fingertips.

"Hey!"

"So now you talk to me." He scowled before attempting to take the joint back but you moved backwards sending concerned eyes to his rigid figure. "I'm worried about you JJ. You come in with bruises and avoid telling me why or letting me help you and then you ignore me all day yesterday. What's going on?"

His eyes softened as he focused his gaze on you and ran a hand through his hair turning around. And just when you thought he was going to open up to you he stopped the softness in his eyes dissipating into emptiness.

"What’s wrong is you just don’t know when to let off. You need to mind your own business Lu. You’re fucking annoying getting in everyone’s business all the time.” His voice was angry but it didn’t reach his eyes. The frustration didn’t reach those baby blue eyes. In fact they were filled with a sea of guilt and regret. But it was done now. He couldn’t go back now. And he knew he’d royally fucked up when he saw your face melt into a melancholy frown. But what did he expect?

So it was your fault. You were too nosey? But you were truly just worried about your friend. Is that a crime?

“Are you joking or something?” You laughed to ease the tension but the coldness in his face didn’t break. “You’ve been mad at me because I care? Your my friend, of course I care. I’m not going to apologise for getting into your business if it means that you’re okay.”

“It’s getting unbearable! You’re getting unbearable and annoying. I can’t—I just needed—need a break! So forgive me for not wanting to talk to you today! Because no one asked you to help them, it’s not your fucking place!”

“I know no one asked thats just what you do as a friend. You support them no matter what. Those bruises are clearly from something bad if you don’t want me to know. So I’m sorry someone actually fucking cares about you JJ!” Your voice raised towards the end but then cracked at the tears building in your throat suffocating you.

It broke JJ. He was causing this. He was the idiot that made you think you were anything less than amazing. But it was for your own good. Right?

Your best friend and unrequited love, thinks your unbearable and annoying and intrusive. And yet had never mentioned it all this time.

“I just need a break for a bit, I need you to leave me alone for a bit and so I can cool off. Is that too hard for you?!”

“What? Our friendship? You can’t just put something like that on hold. You can go fuck yourself cause when your ‘ready’ and ‘cooled off’ I won’t fucking care. Find yourself some new friends who don’t care about you cause it won’t be hard for me to leave you the fuck alone!” You spat at him. Was it too harsh? You were scared it was but he was harsh first. He didn’t say anything after. Just stayed quiet as you scoffed, salty tears sliding down your cheeks.

"You're a fucking asshole JJ Maybank." You shook your head and shoved past the boy. Your mind had completely forgotten about the bruises now. If he wanted to stay out of his business then so be it. You would remove him completely from your life.

The rest of the day you lounged around the house. After the argument you hadn't given JJ his joint back so you got high the rest of the time and it helped. For a few hours and then you were back to mourning your friendship. Thinking about all the good times you’d had. All the times when he didn’t seem to hate you. The blond hadn't resurfaced. He left just after the argument going somewhere but obviously you didn't ask.

It was days after that and you were laying in your bed that was pressed up beside the window and staring at the sky thinking about the blonds words over and over.

A loud knock startled you out of your gaze and you looked down to see the figure of the boy you had been thinking about all day. Your eyes settled on him narrowed and blazing until you saw his face. Littered with more bruises than the day before. More than you could count.

He stood looking so much smaller than any other time than you had seen him. His eyes were watery and red and you could see him trembling slightly. You immediately wanted to take him into your arms and hug him tight. But would he want to?

You quickly went and opened your window allowing him in as you scooted backwards in your bed. When he got in you immediately went and hugged him not even asking for an explanation this time. He was upset and hurt and what he needed then was comfort not an interrogation.

As soon as your arms wrapped around his body he shook with sobs his tears running down your shoulder.

You rubbed his back and made soothing circles as tears of your own leaked out. After 10 minutes he moved away looking down not feeling like he could even look you in the eye after earlier and him crying to you.

"I'm so sorry, Lu. I didn't mean to hurt you and I didn't mean anything I said. I just didn't want you to know. I didn’t want you to know—to see how weak I was. I wanted to push you away so you wouldn't get involved in my messed up life." You nodded slowly as more tears fell. Tears of relief but also sadness. Sad that he didn’t think he could come to you. To confide in you and that instead he pushed you away in the worst way possible hurting you both.

JJ felt like shit. Emotionally and physically. He couldn’t believe what he had done to you days earlier. It was like his mind was in autopilot not allowing you to do anything by watch as you both argued.

He still avoided your gaze until you softly put a hand under his chin lifting his gaze to your as you smiled sadly at him. "It's okay J. I just wanted to make sure you were okay so I could help or stop it somehow. But right now there's more important things than that and I need to get some first aid stuff."

Just as you got up his hand reached out to yours holding it softly and stopping you in your tracks.

"It was my dad."

You froze tears gathering at the hoarseness of his voice and the crack that echoed when he said it. His dad. Though you never liked Luke Maybank, you never thought he would stoop this low. Beating his own child. It would take a lot of willpower not to go over there and give him a taste of his own medicine. The one person that’s supposed to take care of him. To love him. Beats him instead.

You didn't say anything except hug him once more time. Holding him tight but careful around the bruises areas. The thought of his dad putting those bruises and scars all over his body made you sick to your stomach. How dare he. How dare he think he had any right to lay a hand on his child like that.

You left when he sat perched on the edge of your bed no longer crying. It broke your heart since JJ was a tough nut to crack half the time. But this was obviously going to be his breaking point. It would be anyone’s.

You gathered all the thing you'd need and took JJ to the bathroom careful not to wake John B as you did.

"Tell me if it hurts okay?" He nods and you take an antiseptic wipe towards the new cut on his cheek dabbing it gently to clean it. There was another cut on his arm and his split lip which you cleaned as well as the boy stared at you intently. You felt redness spread across your cheeks as you finally looked into his eyes.

"What?" You asked and he just shook his head a small smile appearing.

"I'm just realising how much of an idiot I was pushing you away this morning. Your my best friend—no you're more than that and I shouldn't have done that I just didn't want to get you caught up in this mess."

"Exactly JJ. I'm your best friend. A best friend is meant to be there for you in moments of weakness or through things like this. I don't care about being caught up in all this I just care about you. I’m here for you. Always." You carried on cleaning his open wounds carefully. JJ realises in that moment. You were the one person who stood by him when he got beat up in 4th grade by a bully or when people were hanging up on him and you stood up for him. You stuck around when he did crazy shit that the others didn’t stick around for. He realised that as much as you were there for him, he wanted to be there for you. He wanted to be loved by you. Not by his lowlife dad. Or his random Touron hookups. He wanted them to be you. Always you. He loved you.

"I love you." He spurted out and you stifled a gasp as you stood silently, your hand frozen in air millimetres from his face as you stared at each other. The way he said it didn’t sound like just a friend I love you. It sounded like something more. Some more which you reciprocated but you didn’t think there would ever be a day when he would say that.

"I love you too." You laughed it off.

"No Lu, I—I love you more than a friend."

“I love you more than a friend too. JJ Maybank.” His eyes widened in happiness the corners of his lip turning up and stretching as he grinned despite his split lip.

He looked like he couldn't believe it. But you had been crushing on him for longer than you could remember but you always thought it was one way. That he thought of you like a sister or something.

But maybe this whole time you had both been oblivious to each other’s blatant feelings. At least it was out now.

He placed two hands softly on your cheeks and gently pulled you in closer smashing your lips together. You could taste the metallic blood of his cut as your tongues brushed over each other’s but you didn’t care. You both pulled away breathless as you smiled into his touch. JJ looked dazed. Though the thoughts of his injuries still plagued your mind as you pulled away running out of the room to get an ice pack and some tylenol.

The bruises running down his body made you more angry by the second. But you couldn’t be blinded by that. Keeping a level head for the boy was what was important.

When you came back the boy grinned shaking his head.

“You didn’t need to get me that. What we just did was enough of a pain reliever. Though it did make me wanna relieve myself in another way if you—”

“JJ. No.” He pouted as you said that like a sad puppy.

“Another time?”

“Yeah whatever.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. Somehow even through this JJ managed to smile and joke around. He had his bad days. Like the last. But he was strong. And you loved him for that. “I’m always here for you if you need me. In that way and any other way. Also you’re not going home.”

“Of course, Milady. Why don’t we go watch Netflix and—”

“Do not finish that J.”

“Awe, come on.”

Note • This is so long Jesus. And it took me so long to finish writing and edit and I still kinda hate it but I don’t think it’ll get better than this. Oh well. Oh I forgot that when I was writing it I gave them a name rather than y/n and I cba to change it now.

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miraizu · 5 years ago

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Open Book - 8. Small Talk

Open Book Ship: Chrollo Lucilfer/Reader Part: 8/?? [PREV] | [NEXT] Word count: 1,748 Warnings: None. Synopsis: Everybody has to make a way of living. Some are hunters, some are thieves, some are just regular civilians trying to enjoy their lives. You? You’re an informant, and in York New City, a city that never sleeps, you’re about to find out just how much of a commodity that really makes you.

"You don't have your sword."

Looking up at the familiar, accented voice, you hummed, eyes crinkling up slightly. "No," you responded. "I abandoned it after you abandoned me in Meteor City."

You hadn't meant for your words to sound so callous, but Feitan being, well, Feitan, took offense. In an instant, your arm was twisted painfully behind your back. Even though Feitan was shorter, he was just as strong as you had remembered. "You forget you're not a part of the Troupe yet. I could kill you."

Just as quickly you had twisted your arm around, flinging Feitan over you. You had the satisfaction of seeing the momentary surprise in his black eyes, although his reflexes hadn't dulled since your time apart. He had separated from you and landed on his feet with ease, glowering at you.

Satisfied, you sat back down on your pile of rubble, crossing your arms in unamusement. "And you forget that we grew up and trained together, apparently."

The other nearby members were watching in curiosity, especially as you switched back to the common tongue. All of a sudden, a nearby man started to guffaw, and you looked over, raising an eyebrow. He was tall and in a terrible looking tracksuit with his dirty blond hair slicked back. Not a member you had officially met, yet, but you figured you were going to meet him in a moment as he strode over.

"Lost your touch, Feitan?" The man teased, Feitan's eyes squinting even more.

"Joke not funny. I'll kill you."

You snorted, not climbing to a stand yet as the member approached you, holding out a hand for you to shake. You eyed it suspiciously before taking it - his grip was extremely tight, and would definitely break a civilian's bone. No, scratch that - the hand would be completely crushed. You didn't wince, didn't blink at all though and returned his grip with just as much strength. His smile turned into a wide grin.

"Phinks," he said. "You've got spunk."

That was definitely not a word commonly associated with you, but you appreciated the sentiment all the same as you gave him a humored smile. "[Y/n]," you introduced yourself. "I have to have something going for me since I grew up with that stick in the mud."

Phinks laughed again - while not many of the Troupe members seemed to have warmed up to you, Phinks was earnest and open. Most definitely an enhancer, you figured.

Finally letting go of your hand, you resisted the urge to massage it as Phinks turned to Feitan. "So what gives? You two really grew up together?"

Feitan grunted, walking away. "Go die."

Clever response. Rolling your eyes, you answered for Feitan. "Known him since I was born," you explained. "And yes - he's always been like that."

Coming up to the two of you was Shalnark, who also seemed curious. "No wonder he seems to tolerate you more."

It was true - Feitan had the strangest of ways to show his tolerance for people. It was the closest he'd ever get to 'love', and while he would attack you and threaten to kill you, you knew he tolerated you much more. Outside of Troupe members, he wouldn't hesitate to murder. It was just his way of showing friendship - no, not friendship. Camaraderie? You really had no clue how to describe your relationship with Feitan. He was the closest to family you had ever kept.

"It's just how we are."

The three of you continued to talk for a bit. After Chrollo had confirmed to everybody that you would be joining the Phantom Troupe, some of the hostility had died down. It wasn't completely gone, though - despite Chrollo's word being law around here, some people were adverse to you joining. Nobunaga, in particular, didn't trust him. You had learned he was closest to Uvogin besides Shalnark, but had taken Uvogin's death the hardest.

Hisoka was the other one. You had felt his eyes on you constantly, but when you'd look up he'd just be shuffling cards. You had never trusted him before, but after your fortune, you trusted him even less. There was no proof that he'd be the one to kill you, but the probability seemed high. Why, though? And how? Sure, you weren't officially in the Troupe yet, but after this heist you'd be getting the spider tattoo. Spiders couldn't kill each other, so if it was Hisoka, he was either going to betray the Troupe or defect before then.

It was too confusing to dwell on right now. You had enough to handle as it was.

The great thing about conversing with Shalnark and Phinks was that they couldn't give two shits about the past. They weren't nosy - you assumed it was just a habit picked up by all residents of Meteor City. In a city forgotten and abandoned by society, survival was the only thing on anybody's mind. Getting to know others wasn't a priority, and everybody had killed or stole to survive. Lofty ideals and morals would just get you killed.

Instead, you all mostly talked about 'adventures'. You tried to share childhood stories of Feitan, but the man of honor had swiftly come back to try and punch you to shut you up. You had deftly dodged, but after that he hung around to make sure you didn't say anything that would ruin his image. It was too bad - you had a plethora of stories.

The three of you, since Feitan was just hovering to make sure you didn't say anything stupid, had been talking about the other day when you had thrown that pitiful man out of your shop when Chrollo had come back. He had disappeared at some point to go, and you quote, "run errands". He was now in his normal attire again, and you had to avert your eyes so you weren't caught staring at his open chest. He was ripped, and the last thing you needed was to give him even more reason to be cocky.

Whatever Chrollo had gone to do, his mind was preoccupied as he spoke, half to himself, half to the rest of the Troupe. "Kortopi, your copies function as en, right?"

Kortopi - a tiny person covered in blue-gray hair that obscured all other features - confirmed.

"I need you to find the scarlet eyes."

As everybody started going through the crates in the base to find them, save for you, Chrollo explained his theory. The chain user, the person who had visited you back before all of this started, was from the deceased Kurta clan. He had joined the Nostrade Family in order to find the scarlet eyes, and was definitely trying to enact revenge upon the Troupe.

After a few minutes, Shizuku had found the scarlet eyes, holding them up and passing them over to Kortopi. He must have been a type of conjurer of sorts, although his ability was certainly unique. Soon enough, they figured out where the chain user was staying, and you looked at the map Phinks had.

"That's Hotel Beitacle," you confirmed, recognizing it immediately. "The Nostrade family owns it."

"Ah, that's right. You've lived in York New for a while," Shalnark hummed, and you nodded once, tense. He turned back to the map. "That's where Uvogin had gone..."

Nobunaga immediately turned to Chrollo. "Danchou, let me go seek out the chain user, please!"

Chrollo glanced over and nodded, surprising you and Nobunaga both. "I'll go as well," he then said, turning around to look at everybody. "Machi, Shizuku, Pakunoda - no." He paused, his eyes narrowing in thought, seeming to recall something. "I'm certain if Pakunoda comes with us, she will die. [Y/n], you're not a part of the Troupe, but I want you to come and replace Pakunoda for this time."

Replace the memory seeker, or the ninth month will fade...

You weren't sure about Pakunoda's abilities, but would trust that Chrollo knew what he was doing - at least, for this. Nobunaga wasn't quite as happy with the decision, but didn't protest.

"So be it." Shrugging, you stood up from your place. "I know what the chain user looks like - unless he is in disguise, I should be able to point him out." Now you were really cursing yourself for not grabbing his information when you had the chance. It would have made this whole process a lot easier, since you could just use your glasses to pick him out. You supposed that was on you, though. And speaking of which...

"Before we leave, though, I want to collect everybody's information."

Chrollo raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I can track the location of everybody. If anything happens, I'll know where everybody is - I failed to do this with the chain user, but I already used it on you."

Chrollo wasn't surprised at your admission despite others being in shock you managed to use your hatsu on Chrollo. "I noticed," he said simply, amused. "Hm... Do it on those whose fortunes said they would die."

His request made sense, and so explaining that you were just going to touch them while holding your book you had summoned it. Shalnark, Shizuku, and Pakunoda were all confirmed - however, they weren't sure if it would be Kortopi, Phinks, or Feitan next to die either, so you got all of their information as well. Feitan grumbled a bit, but otherwise didn't argue, knowing not to fight against the Danchou. Done with your information gathering, you let your book vanish. Everybody was on edge - not just by you, but on what was going on. You were a dangerous variable, and Hisoka was clearly unreliable.

Things weren't looking too good for the Phantom Troupe.

"Let's go."

Chrollo wasted no more time on small talk as he led everybody out. It was raining pretty hard, and on instinct you summoned your glasses right away so you could keep an eye on heat signatures and other familiar faces. So far, nobody except for your little posse, but it would certainly change when your group got closer to the city.

The walk was slow, everybody on guard for any suspicious movements. For a moment, you caught Killua's name through a building - without Gon, surprisingly enough. You paid no heed to the name, though, knowing that he was lucky enough to not be involved in this mess. Besides, you had bigger things to worry about.

After all, one wrong step and you all would be marching to your deaths.

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fanficnewbie · 5 years ago

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Sienna Weighs In P6

OPEN HEART: SECOND YEAR - CHAPTER SIX

(ETHAN x FEMALE MC)

MC is Dr. Francesca Houseman *This entry takes place between the visit to Leland Bloom’s house and the tests on his yacht. (This is a chapter by chapter series…)

Sienna cheers on Francesca for standing up to Ethan.

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS Chapter 1: MC tells Sienna about her Ethan convo at Donahue’s. Chapter 2: MC and Sienna discuss Ethan’s gym routine. Chapter 3: MC questions how well she really knows Ethan. Chapter 4: MC takes Elijah and Sienna to see Evelyn’s exhibit. Chapter 5: Sienna talks MC through a panic attack over Ethan. Word Count: 1889 Rated: Teen

***

“To standing up for yourself!” Francesca and Sienna clinked their beer bottles and each took a healthy gulp before setting them back on the bar.

Francesca turned and surveyed the Sunday night crowd at Donahue’s, it was only slightly busy. Old school hip hop played while a few patrons danced. Most were at tables littered with various drinks and engrossed in animated conversations with their friends and/or colleagues.

She swiveled back on her barstool to Sienna who gave her a knowing smile. “It felt good didn’t it?”

Francesca grinned widely, “It felt soooo good! Almost as good as Baz & June coming to my defense on the way over to the Bloom Estate. Ethan’s been treating me like crap for weeks and it was nice to know that others noticed it too.”

Sienna nodded, “I’m not gonna say I told you so but…”

Francesca playfully pushed her, “Shut up.” She took another sip, “What did Ethan even say to you when he showed up yesterday morning?”

Sienna shrugged, “Nothing really. He looked pissed and it was obvious he was there to see you so beyond ‘hello’, there wasn’t much to say.”

Francesca toyed with her beer bottle, “It probably kills him that you know about us.”

Sienna took a sip, “Well that’s his deal not mine. You guys are both adults, I’m just tired of waiting for the man to come to his senses. It’s like watching Elijah and Phoebe all over again.”

Francesca groaned and chewed on her bottom lip before looking back up, “Hey, speaking of Elijah…”

Sienna held up her hand, “Jackie already told me and you guys should just drop it. You gave him your advice and now it’s up to him. We’re all going to deal with our interns the way we see fit and that just is not going to look the same for everybody.”

Francesca scowled, “Sothy can’t even do a basic blood draw, that’s not acceptable.”

Sienna grew sullen, “We all have our individual challenges to overcome.”

Taken aback at the sudden shift, Francesca studied her friend closely. The week before she had commended Sienna when she triumphantly shimmied into a pair of jeans from college, but now she realized that she was starting to look too thin, almost gaunt with darkening bags around her eyes. She touched her arm, “Hey, so many of these conversations are about me and my dumbass issues. But are you okay? You’ve been so tired lately and you’re still losing weight…”

Almost on cue, Sienna turned to her, her face instantly brightening, “No silly, I’m fine, I’m great. You brought me out for a celebratory drink so let’s celebrate!”

Francesca sighed and gently squeezed Sienna’s arm, “Listen, you know you can talk to me about anything without judgment right? I’m your friend and I’m here to help you through whatever. This doesn’t always have to be about me and I’m so sorry if it has been totally one-sided as of late.”

Sienna smiled, “Francesca I love our convos, and I love helping you, and I know I can come to you, and I promise, I’m fine. A-okay.” She patted Francesca’s hand reassuringly.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Sienna reached for her phone. “Hey, I haven’t checked Pictogram in like forever. Did it work? Did Dr. Ramsey like that photo you posted a few days ago? Oh my God, I can’t believe I forgot all about it.”

Francesca smiled smugly as Sienna unlocked her phone. Yes, Ethan had liked her photo. It was a stunner, one she had taken the Summer before she started at Edenbrook. Surprisingly, the whole thing had actually been Jackie’s idea…

***

“So hell hath frozen over and Ethan Ramsey has a Pictogram account!”

Francesca was sitting on the floor in their living room, her back against the couch with her laptop in her lap. Sienna was above her, sitting horizontally across the couch in the same position. She peered over Francesca’s shoulder, “Oh my god, you got him to post a half-naked photo of himself?!”

Jackie walked into the living room with her tablet, “Who’s half-naked?”

Sienna and Francesca both froze for a second before Francesca answered. “Uh, Dr. Ramsey. I helped him create a Pictogram account so he could search Gwyneth’s product history. His profile photo is from when he ran a triathlon so he’s in swim shorts. He only allowed me to use it because he figured nobody would ever see it.”

Jackie sat down and leaned over Francesca to view the image, she raised her eyebrows, “Wow! Who knew he was hiding that six pack under his lab coat? Damn Francesca, I’m finally starting to see why you’re so into the guy.”

Jackie’s eyes met Francesca’s astonished gaze, she chuckled, “You really don’t think I’m that stupid do you?”

Francesca’s face reddened, “Please don’t tell me it’s that obvious?”

Jackie thought for a second, “Nah, I honestly think I may be the only one who’s caught on, besides Sienna of course. I mean, we live with you. I’m sure you’re fine at Edenbrook, I’ve never heard any rumors.”

Sienna nodded, “Francesca, you know I’d tell you if I ever heard anything. I mean some people are still jealous of your rapport with Dr. Ramsey but they all attribute it to your top intern spot and Banjeri save.”

Jackie shrugged and she typed on her tablet, “Accurate.”

Francesca visibly relaxed, “Okay well, I can live with that. Anyway, I was just telling Sienna that he has an account now and I think it’s kind of hilarious. I mean, he kept it private and I’m his only friend.”

Francesca suddenly turned to her friends, her voice earnest,”You guys cannot tell anyone about this account or picture. He’ll know immediately that it came from me. Promise you won’t tell.”

Sienna put her hand on Francesca’s shoulder, “I promise. You already know we can keep secrets hon.”

Jackie gave Francesca a mischievous smile, “Same, but only on one condition.”

Francesca paled, “Oh god, what?”

Jackie turned her screen around where she had pulled up Francesca’s Pictogram account, “You set a thirst trap.”

Sienna frowned, “What’s that?”

“No, no, no, no.” Francesca vehemently shook her head.

Jackie turned to Sienna, still smiling broadly, “It’s a sexy photo that you post to make your followers thirsty. In this case, to make one specific follower thirsty.”

“No, it’s obvious and desperate and…” the panic in Francesca’s voice started to mount.

Sienna cut her off, “I like it. Where do we find a photo?”

“Wait Sienna, what? No!” Francesca looked at them both incredulously, “How pathetic does that make me look? Less than two weeks after Ethan becomes my PG friend, I post some random, sexy photo? Come on, even he could see through that one.”

Jackie shrugged, “I’d say you’ve waited too damn long as it is!”

Francesca was at a loss for words as she stared down her two friends. She slowly realized that she had no choice if she wanted to keep Ethan’s account under dibs and sagged against the couch in defeat, “Fine. But only because I know you won’t find a photo worth posting anyway.”

Undeterred, Jackie opened a new browser window, “What photo storage account do you use and what’s the password?”

Francesca gave her the details as she stood up, “I can’t believe this is happening, I need a drink. I’ll be right back.”

Her friends didn’t even acknowledge her exit as they started scrolling through the hundreds of photos on her Google account.

Several minutes she returned to their flabbergasted faces. “What? What’s wrong?”

Jackie turned her tablet around and Francesca’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit! I forgot all about that photo.”

Jackie shook her head in awe, “I didn’t even think you had it in you.”

Sienna giggled, “That my dears, is a bona-fide thirst trap.”

Francesca sat down and marveled at the photo, “I took that in Cancun after graduating from med school. I went with a group of friends and it was the perfect day on the beach, so we decided to be silly and take photos in our favorite “Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition” poses.”

Her mind started to change as she contemplated Ethan’s reaction to the photograph. “Hmmmm, I do look kinda hot huh?”

Jackie raised an eyebrow, “Kinda? No red-blooded, hetero man will be able to resist the allure, the pure sex of this picture. Dr. Ramsey among them.”

Francesca took a deep breath, “Post it.”

***

Sienna scrolled through the likes and comments, “Wow, is this the most popular post on your account?”

Francesca laughed, “I believe so. Even the friend who took it wanted me to tag her for credit.”

Sienna grinned as she came across Ethan’s red heart, “There it is.”

Francesca smirked, “Yup.” she leaned in, “And let me tell you the most infuriating part. I kept checking my phone to see if he had liked the photo. Nothing for two days. So, the next night I was up really late studying. I didn’t go to sleep until just after 1am, and I checked my phone before I dozed off, nothing. I woke up like three hours later to pee and guess who had liked my photo?”

Sienna’s eyes went wide, “Wait, in the middle of the night? He was on your account in the middle of the night!”

Francesca nodded, “And, and this was after the whole Gwyneth/Board thing. So at the same time he’s giving me the cold shoulder at work, he’s lurking on my account at home.”

Sienna shook her head in disbelief, “That man is so confused.”

Francesca rolled her eyes, “Whatever. That’s why I stripped down in front of him yesterday.”

“What?!” Sienna’s mouth hung open.

Finishing the last of her beer, Francesca smiled, “I needed to kick him off his hypocritical high horse. So, after he barged into my room telling me I had three minutes to get ready on my day off, I called his bluff. I literally took off my underwear right in front of him. I mean, I turned my back to him but still, the look on his face was fucking priceless.”

Sienna turned to Francesca, put hands on her shoulders, and met her eyes, “You are officially my hero.”

Francesca smiled, “Well, that deserves another round.” She motioned to the bartender.

“Plus, I’m sure we’ll only be celebrating this victory tonight. Who knows how he’ll act towards me at work tomorrow, especially now that we’re in this absurd competition with Mass Kenmore.”

Sienna exhaled, “Yeah, you and Aurora going to be okay? I cannot take a repeat of the Landry experience.”

Francesca nodded, “I swear to you that we’ll be fine, We talked it out, made a pinky promise and everything. I’m more worried about Ethan and Tobias.”

Sienna frowned, “Aurora’s new boss?”

“Yeah, apparently he and Ethan have some bad blood,” Francesca shrugged, “I have no idea what it is about though.”

Sienna thanked the bartender as he placed fresh drinks in front of them and reached for hers, “Well that’s a good thing right? Now, he has somewhere else to direct his anger.”

Francesca thought for a moment, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Cheers to that!”

Sienna clinked her glass, “Hun, how many times do I have to tell you…I’m always right!”

Read the Ethan Pictogram Companion Piece here: Pictogram Pitfalls & Chapter 7: Francesca confides in Sienna how she met Ethan’s mother.

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strangerthingsharrington · 5 years ago

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Can’t Fight This Feeling

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Robin and I ran back into Scoops Ahoy, each of us carrying a map. We went right into the back room where Dustin and Steve were sitting, they looked over to us questioningly.

I took the open next to Steve and offered up his keys, "Back in one piece, as promised," I stated as he opened up his hand to accept them, I dropped them into his hand with a smile.

"Thanks, Lou," he chuckled, "you can use it anytime."

I raised my brows and laughed a bit, "Really? So if I needed it at three in the morning I could throw stones at your window and you would drop the keys for me?"

He laughed and nodded quickly, "That is exactly what I'm saying."

I laughed with him before catching the eye of my brother who had an amused look on his face, I looked to Robin and saw her trying to contain a laugh by holding her nose.

I quieted my laughter and cleared my throat, "Anyways," I said with a head shake, "it is absolutely amazing what twenty bucks will buy you at the County Recorders office."

"Starcourt mall," Robin explained, opening the map and laying it over the table, "the complete blueprints."

"Not bad," Dustin said approvingly looking between Robin and I.

"So," I said standing up, "this is us, Scoops. And this," I ran my finger along the map, "is where we want to get."

Steve hummed from next to me, leaning over the table and map bumping my shoulder with his, "I don't really see a way in."

"There's not, if you're talking exclusively about doors," Robin said as I put the map of the Starcourt vents down.

Dustin looked down at the paper in front of him, and it was like you could see the gears click together, "Air ducts."

"Exactly," Robin and I said together.

Robin walked around the table and over to the white board to grab the marker, "Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room."

She smiled at me and handed me the marker, "And these air ducts," I began as I circled us at Scoops Ahoy, "lead all the way," I started drawing the path through the vents, "here," I said simply, circling the secret room.

I recapped the marker and looked at the other two with a triumphant smile before looking up to the vent.

I placed my hands on the table and sighed happily, looking over to Robin who was grinning too at our accomplishment.

"Genius," Steve said quietly before turning to look at me with a smile, "that's so smart," he said laying his hand on the top of mine and squeezing it gently.

I knew at that moment that my face began to slightly heat up as I smiled back to him, "I mean...Robin came up with the vents and stuff. Robin did most of it."

Steve's eyes softened and gave my hand another squeeze before removing it, putting his hand up to Robin, "Good job to you too, Robin."

Robin looked at him questioningly as Steve waved his hand slightly in front of her face before lifting her hand up in possibly the weakest high five in the history of high fives. I couldnt help but let out a small giggle when they brought their hands down.

I looked to Dustin who looked utterly confused before he eventually shook it off, "Can we please take a look and make sure I can fit?"

"You're not going in there," I said immediately.

Dustin furrowed his brow at me, "Yes I am."

I scoffed, "Huh, no? We'll figure something else out."

"I'm the smallest, Louise. I can get in there," he stated.

I could tell by his face that he was becoming stubborn Dustin. I sighed and lifted my arm in the direction of the vent.

"Let's see what's going on then," I said.

"I got it," Steve said, before walking to a shelf and grabbing something from it, then taking the step stool from the corner and setting it up under the vent. I saw that he had grabbed a screwdriver and was taking the screws out. He got the vent off after only a couple moments.

He handed the vent cover off to Dustin, "Flashlight," Steve said.

Dustin put the vent down and grabbed a flashlight from his pocket and handed it up to him, "Thank you," Steve said quietly.

Steve lit up the vent and checked around inside.

"Yeah...I dont know, man. I dont know if you can fit in here. It's, like super tight," Steve explained.

"I'll fit," Dustin simply stated, "trust me, no collarbones, remember?"

"That's doesn't make you like, silly putty, Dust, where you can just fit wherever," I told him.

"Wait...what?" Robin asked.

I grinned and looked over to her, "How many times have I told you about his disease?"

The realization flooded her face, "It's not like it comes up often," she defended.

Steve hopped down from the ladder as Dustin began climbing up it, "Yeah...his disease. It's chry-uh. It's in chrydo...something, I dont remember the name," he said as his eyes flashed to me, "he's missing bones and stuff he can bend like gumbo."

The involuntary laugh that came out of me was the fastest I ever laughed at something. Gumbo? Steve looked over at me and smiled before he laughed as well.

"I think you mean Gumby?" I laughed out, looking over to him.

He smiled even wider and shook his head, "I'm pretty sure it's gumbo," he told me while I continued to laugh and shake my head at him.

I appreciated that he was trying to show that he actually knew important things about Dustin, even if he used the wrong examples.

Our laugher subsided as Dustin yelled out from the vent, "Steve...will you two shut up and push me?"

"Okay," Steve said with another laugh before he smiled at me and turned to face the lower half of my brother sticking out from the vent, "I'll push ya."

I smiled before looking over to Robin who was grinning at me and batting her eyelashes over in my direction. I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Not my feet dumbass. Push my ass!"

My head snapped to Steve and Dustin, Steve had Dustin's feet in his hands trying to push him in.

"What?" Steve asked incredulously.

"Touch my butt, I dont care!" Dustin yelled.

"Come on push harder! Push harder!" Dustin was literally screaming this into the vent and I could only imagine what people were thinking if his voice was travelling.

But that was nothing compared to what Robin and I were experiencing by watching Steve push my brother by the butt into this vent.

"You're playing with my legs!"

"I'm not playing I have terrible footing!"

I shook my head at the scene before me.

"Come on!"

"I'm just gonna shove you, ready?" Steve asked with Dustin's legs over his shoulder.

"Just shove me!" Dustin screamed.

Steve counted before forcibly pushing my brother with his shoulder.

I winced, "Please be careful."

Steve glanced over at me, "I wont let anything happen to him, Lou. Don't worry."

The butterflies seemed to erupt at that. I couldn't put into words how much I appreciated Steve looking out for Dustin. Even if he was trying to shove him into a vent at that moment.

"That work?" Steve asked my brother.

"One more time!" Dustin called just as the bell at the front of the shop rang out.

"Ahoy sailors! All hands on deck!"

I turned around slowly and saw little Erica Sinclair.

"Ahoy! Get over here and serve me some samples!" she called out.

I grinned and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What're you looking at, Louise? You're not one of the sailors," Erica sassed to me.

I grinned before looking to Robin, "I think we might have just found our way in," I told her.

Robin looked to me and I motioned to Erica with my head.

Robins face slowly morphed into a smile before looking back to Steve and Dustin, with Steve still trying to shove Dust into thr vent.

"Hey, dingus and mini dingus," Robin called.

Steve turned around and looked to her, "What?"

"Lou just found our way in," Robin said quietly, pointing subtly to Erica who was still chattering in the back.

Steve looked stunned, before shrugging and patting my brothers leg.

"Come on out, Dust," Steve said to my brother before stepping down from the ladder and helping Dustin get down.

I heard Robin out front talking to Erica, asking if she could help out for a moment.

"Do you think it'll work?" Steve asked, coming to stand next to me.

I looked up at him for a second before shrugging, "I dunno. I mean, she'll fit. It's just the question of what she'll want in return," I said just as Robin led Erica to the back room.

"This vent?" Erica asked, sticking her thumb behind her to the open vent, "you want me to climb into this vent?"

We all nodded at her and she went over to the ladder and climbed up, Dustin went over and offered her the flashlight which he grabbed from him.

I leaned against the counter near the partition with Steve on one side and Robin on the other.

"Hmm," she hummed with her head still in the opening.

She climbed down and turned to look at us, "Yeah, I dont know."

"You don't know if you'd fit?" Dustin questioned.

Erica scoffed, "Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin asked with irritation.

Erica snickered, "I dont have phobias."

"Okay well what's the problem?" Steve sighed.

"The problem is," Erica began getting progressively louder, "I still havent heard what's in this for Erica."

"Ice cream," I shrugged.

I felt the eyes of the three others snap to me but I was focusing on Erica, who smiled at me, "That's why you were always my favourite babysitter, Louise, you just always knew the right thing to do.

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We had one of the round tables littered with different types of ice cream, some in cups, some in regular cones, some in waffle cones. While she was picking all the different ice cream she wanted the four of us began telling her why we needed her to go through the vents. We were honest with her about what we knew. And she honestly didn't seemed phased by any of it.

Steve slid a large banana split across the table to her as we watched for her expression. She looked to the banana split, then back to Steve before grinning.

She slid it back to him, "More fudge please."

Steve was leaning on the table staring down at it, I think trying to compose himself.

She waved her hand at him, "Go on," she encouraged.

He refused to look up as he reached out and took the ice cream, "Lou," he said quietly, "can we speak for a second."

I looked between Erica, Dustin and Robin, I honestly wasn't sure if they would be able to negotiate with her since she's been sassing them this whole time.

"Don't worry, Louise," Erica told me, "we'll see how good they do, go talk with the sailor man."

I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded, following behind Steve to the ice cream counter.

"What's up?" I asked him, watching the table and seeing Robin holding up the map.

"Do you really think this will be worth it in the long run?" he asked me.

I sighed and looked over to him, as he poured fudge over the already overly sweet looking dessert.

"Do we have a choice?" I asked.

He sighed and put down the fudge, "Not really," he conceded.

"Hey," I said, nudging his arm with mine, "we're gonna be okay," I told him.

He grinned and nudged me back, "I know," he told me, "we're almost at the end of your summer essay."

I laughed as did he, "I have to end it on a big note. That's why I'm so invested in finding out what's in the boxes."

"I'm mainly still helping out to make sure you get an A," he chuckled.

"Oh!" I laughed, "Well thanks Steve! I'll make sure to add a dedication section just for you!"

He laughed and opened his mouth but was cut off by Dustin.

"Hey!" he whisper yelled over the counter at us, "I've been trying to get your attention! Come over here!"

Steve and I looked back at each other before sharing another small laugh, Dustin huffed before walking away with Steve and I following after him.

I sat in the booth next to Dustin while Steve sat in the chair again next to me and slid her the ice cream with the new fudge.

She looked at it and smiled, "I'll let you two fill the other two in on my offering," she said as she took the spoon from the banana split and began to eat it.

I looked at Robin and raised my brows, "She's offering to do this for us, but in exchange for free ice cream for life."

I looked to Steve who was already looking at me, I made a 'your call' face and shrugged. Steve sighed and looked quickly to the other two.

"Fine," Steve agreed facing Erica, "but you have to stick with the plan. No opting out. You abandon us, you abandon the free ice cream. Deal?" he asked sticking his hand out to her.

She stuck the spoon back into the ice cream and reached across the table to shake his hand, "Deal," she agreed, before letting his hand go.

"Okay," I said leaning against the table, "let's get the plan together."

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velvetydream · 6 years ago

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Protect me ; Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader

a/n ; request by @cherry-bug ... I really had a tough time with comming up with a plot for this, so I hope you like it and that it turned out good! Uwu♡ Also I'm sorry that it took so long, but my mental health is at a pretty low point right now... I hope ya'll like it, even though I myself think it's pretty bad written...

Summary ; Shinsou always though you were the tough kind of girl and didn't need anyone to protect you. But as you were being bullied by some of the guys in your general studie class, you finally tell Shinsou you want to be protected.

Pairing ; Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader

Word count ; 1159 words

Genre ; Fluff, Drama ➵ Wanrings ; Bullying

You admired Shinsou to the fullest, he was strong, had no fear and also wasn't bothered by the bullying he received from time to time.

Not like you, it really got to you when your classmates told you how useless you were, how you would never be a hero and the worst was when they would punch you merciless.

Shinsou always wondered how you got all these bruses, but since you two weren't that close, he though it was not his business to ask you about it and also, he saw you as a pretty tough person, so he though maybe you just were a bit clumsy and fell.

"Hitoshi, [Surename], please clean the room for today, then come to the sportsfield." Mr.Aizawa told both of you, making you nod and your bullys laugh.

"The two freaks together!" One of them laughs, as Aizawa already left the room, so they won't get in any trouble.

"S-Shut up.." You tell them, making the leader of them snicker.

"What do you want to do about it useless? Ask that villain to rescue you?" He laughs like a maniac, mocking both of you.

"Right now you guys are more villain than me.." Where Shinsous annoyed words, while he was cleaing the board.

"What did you just say?" One of the other guys, asked pissed.

"Are you deaf..? Y-You are the villains!" You tell them again, making the leader throw a punch at you and land it on your right cheek.

"That's it! How dare you hit someone innocent?!" Shinsou barks, looking furiously at the boys.

"Oh we-" The leader wanted to answer but he couldn't, because his eyes glossed over in white, signaling that he was being controled by Shinsou.

"Go to the teachers room and tell them what you just did." Shinsou says in a furious tone, making the leader walk out with his glossed eyes, the other boys running after him to get him to stop.

"Are you alright?" Shinsou asks with a pretty worried tone, walking over to you, to see if your cheek is alright.

"Yeah I think so.." You sigh, looking to the side, as Shinsou was inspecting your cheek.

"We should just get this done.." You mumble, walking to the front, so you can clean the rest, your back turned to Shinsou, that way you couldn't see his concerned expression.

From that day on, you don't really know why or how but, Shinsou was kind of around you almost all the time.

You never tried to talk to him, scared he would think of you as weak, because of the incident with theses bullys.

On the other hand, Shinsou started to watch over you, always brainwashing the guys when they got to close to him, cause of that ruthless behavior, Aizawa had to get him out of trouble quit a few times.

But the though, why you wouldn't do something about theses guys, was always on his mind, wondering why you let these people play around with you like that.

It was a friday, the second break, that means only two periods till this hell was over.

But of course, you couldn't enjoy your break, no.. these guys had to find you and be pissed to the maximum, after the last time Shinsou brainwashed them.

So what where you excactly doing right now? Running away from theses three, pissed guys, that where chasing you through the whole school, threatening you that they would finally get you.

You cursed youself when you felt yourseld run into a hard chest and fall to the ground, making the boys, who didn't look who the person was you run into, laugh.

"Are you alright?" You hear Shinsou soft voice, as he crouches down in front of you.

"Protect me.. Please Shinsou!" You finally tell him, falling against him, cause of your fear of these boys, laying your arms around his neck.

"It's alright.. I'll help you.." He softly tells you, standing up with your scared form and looking at the guys with a mad lock in his eyes.

"Seriously can't you idiots just fuck off? You're annoying as hell to deal with." Shinsou said with an annoyed face, having one of his arms around you, to give you the assurance that you are save.

"Then just leave and we can deal with that-" One of them wanted to answer, making Shinsou snicker and roll his eyes.

"You surely never learn, go to the teachers room and finally spill all the shit you ever did to Y/N." And immediately the leader walks away to the teachers room.

"Are you alright? I tried to look out for you these past weeks, but I guess it didn't work out that well.." Shinsou sighs, looking down at your smal frame.

"I-I'm sorry.. I'm always causing you trouble.." You whine, clinging on to Shinsou.

"You're not causing me trouble, these idiots are causing me trouble.." Shinsou tells you, running a hand through your hair.

He would've loved to tell you how he felt about you right now, but he had a feeling it was the wrong timing.

Present Mic was the one to get you two, so principal Nezu could talk with you two about this topic.

You explained everything, Shinsou was beside you the wholr time holding your hand. After explaining these boys were expelled from U.A.

You and Shinsou were getting closer to each other everyday and you were glad you could get closer to you hero, that would protect you from bad things.

After a few month Shinsou finally couldn't kerp his secret anymore and told you he loved you, you were so happy, since you aldo catched feelings for the purple haired boy in the last few month.

Now you two are together for three month now, no one ever bothered you again since Shinsou started to protect you and you are so glad to be able to call Shinsou your hero.

[Extended Ending]

"Hey Y/N-Chan!" Midoriya called out for you, as you were walking through thr halls of the stadium the second sports festival is held.

"Oh hey..!" You greet him, you meet Midoriya a few month ago and became great friends in that time.

"Isn't Shinsou with you?" He asks confused since you two were together almost all the time.

"Oh I was just on my way to him!" You tell him smiling brightly.

"Y/N.. is he bothering you?" Sounds Shinsous voice in the hallway, while footsteps are heard and how they make their way to you.

"N-No! Not at all!" You tell him, as Shinsou lays his arms protectively around you, looking at Midoriya.

One thing that also happened over these few month of dating was... that Shinsou got quit overprotective over you, you didn't really mind, if it wouldn't also be about your friends.

"Let's just go.. The others are probably waiting!" You tell both of them, with a nervous laugh, as Shinsou stares warningly at Midorya.

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toutallyahoe · 6 years ago

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Missing Clothes ~ Red Team (Team Fortress 2)

Requested By: --

A/N: you have no fucking idea how many times i revised this shit!

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IMAGINE the mercenaries in Teufort having a well deserved day off and everything was calm and peaceful (for once) and you decided to take a well deserved bath to calm the tense on your muscles from the non-stop battles you had. It was great as every merc minded their own business until a loud shout echoed through the base and every of the merc that were in the livingroom looked at the Bostonian who was grinning like an absolute lunatic.

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In the Red team's base, it was surprisingly calm. No destruction nor shouts can be heard which was rather odd as it was afterall each of the other mercs day off. Two days without any battle with the Blu team. Two whole days without any deaths, well, hopefully as there are times where some of the mercs (Scout, Pyro and Medic) who goes out of their own league and cause some mishaps that lead to some... deaths. Like the time where Pyro had managed to explode half of their base from setting about five gas cans on fire. Engineer had to work hard that day as he tried to rebuild half the base while the others shop for their things again.

Or that time where Medic had to perform a new experiment and needed a volunteer which Soldier was the unfortunate victim on the mad German doctor's experiments that lead the poor American to... not breathe and had to regenerate back. It lead to everyone really pissed or annoyed at the German but Medic merely shrugged them off and asked for another volunteer which made everyone run away to the next room as fast as possible to get away from the crazy doctor.

Or maybe that time where Scout decided to piss of their team's Agent. Where the said [Hair color] haired merc decided to just beat the living daylights out of the Bostonian despite many of the mercs tried to stop the older man. It was rather quite a shock to have seen the calm and collected Agent just straight up tackled Scout that day and proceed to beat the Bostonian over some coffee that the younger man decided to spice up. Everyone concluded that no one should ever mess with the [Hair color] haired merc's coffee again unless they want to regenerate back and have the merc seethingly glare at them all day, especially when the Agent had a bad day.

Yes, it was rather surprising that the merc's base was quiet. Each merc doing their own things.

Spy was in his smoking room, obviously smoking. Sniper was outside the base, in his camper van. Medic was in the med bay, probably experimenting something deadly again which made every merc to avoid going to where the said German doctor is. Engineer was in his workshop, making more of his own invention to help his team. Heavy and Demoman were in the kitchen, eating and drinking as they also talked to each other about stories of their own battle. Agent was in his room, having a bath as he had mentioned it last night when all the mercs were having dinner and had asked what they'll do on their day off, and that leaves Soldier, Pyro and Scout.

The three mercs on the livingroom, sitting in the couch as they watched the television. Soldier and Scout sat on the maroon colored couched, the two mercs wearing their own day off clothes while Pyro, who was down on the floor beside Soldier's feet and was giddily watching the television and still in their own uniform which wasn't really a surprised as Pyro is an enigma to all the merc beside Engineer and sometimes Agent.

But overall, the three minded their own business. Watching a cartoon that the three had agreeded (more like Pyro wanted it and the two other mercs just went along with it or else they'll be burnt to a crisp by the pyromaniac). It was calming as Pyro would occasionally giggle at the characters mistakes while Soldier would also begrudgingly laugh at times while Scout mocking the cartoon quietly, the two mercs still enjoyed it nothingless but after a few more episodes of the same cartoon, the Bostonian grew bored and had turn his gaze to look at the ceiling.

As the time ticks and Soldier and Pyro were busy watching another episode of the cartoon, Scout had stood up from his seat, causing Soldier, who was beside him to briefly look away from the t.v. and instead looked at the young merc who was stretching. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING MAGGOT?" Soldier had asked as Pyro, who was very indulge with the show let out a giggle and never minded the American who loudly asked Scout as they giddily clapped on the funny dynamic the characters of the cartoon were doing.

Scout, who had finished stretching, had turned to Soldier and have a large grin as he rubs his hands together in a conniving way. "It's none ya business," the young merc replied as his eyes held mischief. "All I gotta say is I'm making things more lively, ya hear?" Scout had said which made Soldier nodded and let the younger merc be but still was suspicious and curious on what the Bostonian had meant. As Soldier went back to watching the show, Scout had walked away from the duo and went outside the livingroom, presumably going somewhere to cause chaos.

It didn't really take long for Soldier to really get what Scout had meant about "making things more lively".

Not a minute or so that the Bostonian had left to do whatever he needed to do, there where footsteps pattering around as someone was trying to sniffle their laughter as they ran. Soldier turned to look at the entrance of the livingroom to shout at whoever was making the noise to stop when the American saw the Bostonian was carrying something as he ran inside the area and had prompted to sit back at where he was awhile ago, sitting in the maroon couch where Soldier didn't mind the young merc now. Still, as he briefly looked at the younger man, thr American had noticed the bundled of something in Scout's lap. This caused Soldier to be confused.

"WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE MAGGOT?" The American merc had asked as Scout had turned to him and grinned evilly. The younger merc had then patted the bundle of whatever on his lap as he laughed. "Oh? Ya see this right here?" Scout had started as he patted the bundle again. His eyes still held that mischief and Soldier was really confused about it. "It's just some... stuff..." the younger merc trailed off as his grin widened. "I CAN SEE THAT MAGGOT BUT WHAT STUFF IS IT?" Soldier had asked as Scout laughed again.

"You'll see... in three..." Scout had said as he counted off. "Two..." Soldier was really confused about it but his cofnusion was cleared after the younger merc had counted to one. "One..." And as if it was on cue, a loud shout echoed inside the entire base that even Sniper, who was outside in his camper van had heard the scream.

"WHO THE BLOODY HELL TOOK MY FUCKING CLOTHES?!?"

It was the [Hair color] haired Agent's voice and Scout could only laugh at the furious shout that came from upstairs. Tears brimming in the younger merc's eyes as he continued to laugh his ass off like there no tomorrow as Pyro, who finally turned their gaze away from the t.v. to look at the Bostonian along with the American who has mixed feelings about what the other merc has done. Finally realizing that the bundle on the Bostonian's lap were the clothes of a certain pissed Agent who in no doubt, would beat the living daylights out of the laughing merc like last time.

"OH, YOU CERTAINLY DONE IT THIS TIME MAGGOT!" Soldier had said with a hint of worry and amusement laced on his voice as Pyro was nodding they head in the background and also mumbling something gibberish, probably agreeing at what the American had said.

"O-oh, piss off! I-it's not that bad!" Scout had said in between his fit of laughter as he felt his stomach hury from too much laughing while Soldier merely shook his head at him while Pyro is back to looking at the t.v. screen and watching the cartoon, trying to tune them out and hopefully not get in trouble from the shit the Bostonian just had done.

Due to the loud shout and also the fit of laughter of a certain Bostonian, the other merc's had decided to check it out. Heavy and Demoman were first to get to the livingroom to see Scout still laughing his ass off while Soldier was looking at the younger merc like he was a linatic as Pyro still giddily watched his show. The Russian had a sandwich on his hand while the Scot had a bottle of liquor, both confused and asked on what the scream and laughing fit of the Bostonian was about. "Vhat vas noise?" Asked Heavy as he was absolutely confused.

Soldier, who turned to briefly looked at the two was about to explain when another set of footsteps could be heard and the others merc had arrived. Medic, Engineer, Spy, and Sniper who looked confused aswell but the German doctor seemed to have a grim look plastered on his face then when he saw Scout laughing like no tomorrow, already catching up to what is about to happen.

"What in tarnation is goin' on in here?" Engineer had asked as he looked around as every merc turned to look at Scout who was slowly stopping his laughing fit. "All I hear was a loud shout from inside," Sniper had piped as he raised a brow at the Bostonian. Quite confused on who can shout so loud that even outside their damn base can be heard. Some of the other mercs were about to asked again when another shout was heard as they simultaneously looked up at the cause of the shout of fury. "I SWEAR TO HELL, WHOEVER TOOK 'EM WOULD NEVER SEE THE DAYLIGHTS EVER AGAIN!!!" The mercs have heard as they then turned to look at Scout who was stifling his giggling. Every mercs' faces plastered with mix of worry, annoyance, and amusement.

"Scout, vhat did jou do?" Medic had asked, irritation clearly evident on his tone as he crossed his arms. Scout merely grinned as he raised the bundle of clothes he had stolen for the others to see. "Oh, son, you are in for it now," Engineer had sighed as he rubbed his temple.

"I'm too sober for this lassie," Demoman muttered as he drank from the bottle of liquor and shake his head. In other times, the Scot would have absolutely laughed along with the Bostonian but a piss of Agent? Ah, he doesn't want to get near the dead meat also known as Scout for this. "Oh, you are absolutely dead lass," he had said to Scout.

As the other mercs try to coax Scout to perhaps apologize to the [Hair color] haired merc and return the clothes he had stolen, maybe the Agent wouldn't be so merciless to the Bostonian when he finds him, already knowing that the younger merc is absolutely dead... who were they kidding? Scout won't listen to whatever they try to help him while the [Hair color] haired Agent isn't a force to be reckon with.

Spy, who had stayed quiet let out a snort as he put the cigarette back to his lips and took a whip on it, clearly annoyed yet also curious to see what will happen to the Bostonian when the [Hair color] haired merc gets his hands on him. In the corner of the Frenchman's eyes, he saw Pyro was trying to say something, or rather was pointing giddly at the a direction which Spy had raised a brow about it but still turned to look at wherever the pyromaniac was pinting at. 'Ah, speak of the devil.' Spy had mused as he smirked.

"I suggest dear Scout runs for 'is life," the Frenchman had started as he puff out the smoke of his cigarette, the other mercs turning their head to look at him. He then gestured to the other entrance if the living as he continued. "Afterall, Agent looks absolutely piss," he had said as the mercs turned to where he gestured. And lo and behold, it was the [Hair color] haired merc, still wet from the bath that he took. Some droplets of water falling from his hair and body to the floor. There was some scars here and there on his biceps and chest, proabbly from the battles he had and the other mercs had to admit, the [Hair color] haired man had a nice muscular body.

They looked at the man with interest until they until realize something that made some look away from the Agent with heat on their cheeks.

The mercs just realizes that the [Hair color] haired man was almost naked if it wasn't for the towel that was wrapped around his waist, covering his private parts as he stood there, gripping the side of the doorway with absolutely fury as he seethingly glared at the Bostonian who was still in the maroon colored couch.

"Scout," Agent had called out to the said merc who had said, "Aw crap", as he straighten his posture, his hands formed into a fist, knuckles turning white from such as fury in his actions as his right eye twitched. A force grin on his lips as he continued to glared at the one responsible for him to piss him off. "Give me back my clothes you little shit," the [Hair color] had seethingly said as he didn't waver on looking at the Bostonian with hatred in his [Eye color] eyes.

"Ugh... h-hi there Agent!" Scout had dumbly said as he shakily grinned at the angry merc. Sweat slowly formed as the Bostonian tried to calm his nerves, obviously failing from the terrifying glare that was directed to him by the pissed [Hair color] haired Agent. "D-did I ever say to you that you look great today?" Scout swear he heard Spy snort at that while both Medic and Engineer face palmed at his stupidity.

"Give it back or else," Agent had threatened as he continued to glare at the Bostonian. Ready to murder the younger merc at any given second.

"Well, you see... SEE YA" Scout trailed off until he jump off of the maroon couched and book it out straight on the other doorway of the livingroom, still carrying the bundle of clothes he ahd stolen from the pissed off Agent. "NICE ABS THOUGH 'GENT!" Scout screamed as he went out as the other mercs were standing there dumbly on what just happened while the [Hair color] haired man growled and ran after the Bostonian while cursing the younger merc like no tomorrow.

"COME BACK HERE YOU GIT!" Agent screamed as he left the livingroom aswell, hunting the Bostonian and proabbly kill him.

The other mercs just either stood or sat there speechless at what they just witnessed as they sometimes hear footsteps and yells coming from Scout and Agent who were busy playing deadly game of tag in base.

"ARE WE GOING TO HELP HIM?" Soldier had asked out of a blue, bringing the others mercs out of their thoughts as Demoman shrugged at his query. "The question is... do we want too lass?" He said as he drank his bottle of liquor. "Leetle boy needs to be taugh a lesson," Heavy had said.

"Oui, I agree with big guy over there," Soy had said as he turn and left, probably going to his smoking room. "Zhen it is settled!" Medic had piped. "None vould help zhat idiot, ja?" He had said as he folowed Spy's footsteps along and went out to get to the med bay and ckntinue with whatever experiment he was doing before going there to check out the noise.

"Hmmph hmph hmmmmph!" Pyro giddily said as they turned back to their cartoons without a care in the world as Sniper, sighed and shake his head. "Bloody idiot," he muttered as he decided to sit on the couch and watch the cartoon along with Soldier and Pyro, tired to get out of the base and also, the Aussie wanting to see what'll happen on the Bostonian later. 'Probably be dead when Agent through with 'him.' The Aussie thought as he watched the cartoon.

"For the love of... nobody piss Agent again..." Engineer had sighed as he shake his head and looked at the direction of where Scout and Agent ran off too and sighed again. "I mean it..." He had grimly said as he heard Scout shout something on the lines of "Calm down!" Or "Somebody help me!" While the [Hair color] haired Agent seemed to be screaming at the younger merc to slow down so he could kill the merc, resulting to Scout screaming more urgently on somebody to help him.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE?!?"

"GET BACK HERE SCOUT!!!"

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A Near Fatal Mistake Pt. 1 ^

PART 2

This is my first imagine so please go easy on me.I hope you enjoy it as much as i did making it :).

P.S I really do suck with grammar and writing structure so I’m sorry if it isn’t perfect.

Angst Prompt: You’ve finally made it to the final round of the Rainbow Tournament Of Champions and all eyes are on you everything must go perfectly but one wrong move earlier in the day may prove fatal.

WARNINGS: Mentions of death and near death experience, violence, cussing, blood, shooting, injury to you and others, explosion, hospital setting ( In Pt. 2).

NOTES: For the sake of keeping 5 operators on each side I cut out Dokabi from the attackers. Also I tried my best to keep to the video but for the smoothness of the story I had to switch some things up.

Based on the Rainbow Six Siege Tournament of Champions Video

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Appearances:

Attackers: Y/o/n, Blitz (Elias), Thatcher, Sledge, Hibana Defenders: Caviera (Cav), Pulse (Jack), Doc, Mozzie, Mira

y/o/n= your operator name

y/n= your name

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Hibana sat beside you checking her gear over and over again making sure it was all in order. Blitz was sitting on the bench across from you polishing his beaten shield for the 2nd time while Sledge and Thatcher were going over the plan once more in the corner. You on the other hand were sitting there listening to the roar of the crowd as they heard the five minute count down being announced. You’ve always been use to working and training without thousands of eyes on you. No pressure you kept telling yourself. No fucking pressure, it’s not like its the last round or anything, winner takes all.You began tapping your foot nervously checking your gear just as Hibana was. Blitz got up and sat down next to you putting his hand on your bouncing leg.

“Y/n you’ll be fine you’ve made it this far you cant freak out now” he steadied your hand in his and looked up at you. “Look I know you don’t like the big crowds but this isn’t life and death a mistake is just a mistake, use it to learn from, that’s all this is one big learning experience for all of us and at the end of they day we’re all still friends’’.

The tone of his voice calmed you down he always had a way of doing that. You pulled your hand from his and looked at him. He realized his mistake.

“I’m not saying that you’ll make one of course but if you did”. You smiled and gave him a playful shove knocking his shield over in the process giving it a new scuff and dent on the side.

He looked back at you while lifting the heavy shield up with little effort.

“That’s my new favorite scratch, I’ll remember that one” He gave out a little chuckle and held his hand out. You reached out and he hoisted you to your feet.

Thatcher and Sledge called you guys over to get ready to walk out. Hibana stood next to you looking as calm as ever Blitz passed by you giving you an encouraging nudge

Over the speaker you could hear them calling out the teams to the field. It was time and together you made your way out to the field.

The spotlights shined brightly on each of the teams as they walked out. You gave a quick look at the defenders, Cav, Pulse, Mira, Doc, and Mozzie all very skilled, you all were after all the best of the best. Walking up you could feel the tension in the air and the piercing gazes being exchanged from the teams. You looked away trying to get into the right head space, you kept replaying the plan over and over again in your head. Thinking kept you distracted from everything around you and helped drown out the crowd.

Thatcher stopped in front of everyone and held his arms out wide.

“Everyone huddle up” he moved his arms in a waving motion as everyone huddle around. “I just want to say no matter what happens out there we should be proud of each other and ourselves. We’ve made it this far but not with out some close rounds, remember that and let it humble you, they’ve trained with us before many times we know what they’re capable of so lets not forget that” He looked up at everyone glancing around before looking back at you giving you a little nod. “Most importantly no matter what I’m proud of each one of you we didn’t get here without some blood and sweat and lets hope we can finish this with one last win”. He put his hand in the middle of the group prompting the others to do the same.

“One more!” Sledge yelled out.

“One more!”. Everyone’s hand flew in the air and for a moment you forgot about the crowd all together.

“OPERATORS PREPARE FOR THE FINAL ROUND, DEFENDERS TO THE MAT”

The crowed roared and came even more alive as we headed to our positions.The lights were blinding the crowds deafening, waiting for the round to start was always the worst. You could feel your heart pounding.Blitz noticed your worry and put a hand on your shoulder.

“You’ve got this y/n you’re going in with me and I’ll make sure you don’t do anything stupid” He looked at you with a smile. You smiled back.

“Don’t make me put an ever bigger dent in that thing’’ You playfully tapped at his shield.

“OPERATORS THIS IS MATCH POINT”.

You looked at your team once more checking things over. Sledge stood ready to breach the wall, Blitz stood in front of you ready to run in the moment the wall went down. Hibana and Thatcher were on the roof going in at a different angle.

”ATTACKERS PREPARE FOR INSERTION”.

Blitz gave Sledge a nob before they both looked back at you, you gave one back.

“We got this” you said to them both.The bell went off signaling the start of the round Sledge drew his hammer back and hit the wall down with one strong swing. You could hear the windows break from the other two breaching in above. Blitz immediately ran in first followed by you right on his six with Thatcher bringing up the rear. Instantly you were greeted by bullets, Mozzie and Doc were waiting for you.

“Behind me!” Blitz crouched down in front of you and Thatcher. You guys began to return fire. Bullets pinged off Blitz’s shield but luckily none were hitting you guys.

“I’ve fucking got this” Thatcher steadied his aim behind you and hit Mozzie square in the chest. The powdered rubber pellets staining his uniform with dust. Right as you were about to shoot again Doc dragged Mozzie behind a reinforced wall to another room.

Trying to get a better angle the three of you were about to push in on the two of them when you spotted Thatcher and Hibana they must have cleared the loft above already and made their way back down.

“We’ll take care of those two you guys keep going”. Hibnana’s voice rang out on the radio. Sledge tapped on your shoulder giving you the all clear to move ahead. As you began moving in the same formation you could hear a flash grenade go off in the distance and burst of gun fire.

“THREE DEFENDERS REMAINING”.

You breathed a sigh of relief knowing you’re team was ahead for now. The three of you moved on to the next room.

Stopped at a doorway Blitz peaked the corner first into the room. “Mira is held up on the right slightly elevated” He took one more peak.

“Is she alone?” Sledge was watching our back to make sure no one came up behind us. Cav was still on the loose after all.

“By the looks of it yes”. Bltz replied.

You grabbed a smoke grenade from the belt, we all knew that was the plan without even asking each other. “Throwing smoke”. You pulled the pin and gave it a toss.The smoke hissed alive a soon covered the door in a thick haze.You taped on Sledge’s shoulder signaling we were moving forward. “Lets move”.

Mira knew we were coming and she opened fire. Blitz ran out first and stopped short while me and Sledge ran out further. “It’s hopeless” You were running out of ammo too fast.

“Get to the bomb sight!” Sledge looked at me and started giving covering fire as I ran past him with Blitz at my heels.”I’ve had enough of this shit”.The shooting from Thatcher stopped and a loud explosion ensued.

“TWO DEFENDERS REMAINING”.

The crowed screamed with excitement once more.

It was just you and Blitz now, Sledge was going to meet up with Hibana and Thatcher for our final push to the bomb site while you and Blitz cleared out any remaining roamers. you guys were going to meet them after clearing the west stairs as they continued up the north ones and push the bomb site from two angles.Blitz was once again up front with you in the back. Being one man down sure made it harder to watch for Cav.

Blitz stopped in front of you. “Two ways to go both look like they lead to the western stairs”. You turned and looked thinking of your options. You were both skilled enough to go on our own and with two left on the defending side we thought the risk was worth it. You crouched next to him.

”I’ll take right you take left and we’ll meet up at the stair case on the other side”. Blitz held out a fist which you met with yours. Blitz stopped you for a moment “If we win this drinks are on me tonight’ With a smile you left and started pushing the room.

You hated being on your own with the spot light on you and you could feel the pressure of everyone watching. You could never understand why scenarios like this freaked you out more then the real life or death missions you’ve been on. Maybe it was the fear of failure for not just your team but everyone watching. You couldn’t fail under the pressure. You snapped out of your head you couldn’t risk any more distraction. You began rounding the corner to the last room when shot rang out from the room in front. You turned the corner and found Cav choking Thatcher both of their guns on the ground. Thatcher was struggling to break free. You pulled your gun up holding steady.

“Hey Cav”. Without letting her grip go she looked up giving you the perfect opportunity to shoot her right between the eyes. She fell back letting Thatcher go.

“ONE DEFENDER REMAINING”.

“Thanks y/o/n”.

“Any time”.you smiled at him as you helped him get his footing.

Cav began to get up to walk out of the building to go wait the rest of her team.

“I fucking had him” you heard her whisper as she picked up her gun and stormed off.

Blitz came through the other door way. “Had some fun I see“.He said jokingly helping brush Thatcher off.

“It was a blast” He pushed Blitz’s hand aside.

“Where’s Hibana?”. You began looking around.

“Me and her got separated clearing rooms, I was on my way to meet up with her Thatcher explained. “What about Sledge?”.

“He’s was going to meet you at the north staircase like we planned while me and y/o/n came up the west stairs.” Blitz motioned his hand to the North.

You picked up Thatchers gun and handed it to him.

“Blitz and I will continue up the west stairs you go meet up with the others. Pulse is still out there so we gotta be careful one C-4 could take us all out”.

Thatcher gave you both a nod and continued on his way. You heard him on the radio a short time later

“Hibana I’m coming to you and Sledge wait for me to get here before you attempt to defuse”.

“Roger that Thatcher is already with me, we’re holding position while waiting on you”.

You and Blitz got back in formation and pushed on.

You finally made it to the stairs it was knowing that Pulse had to be on the 2nd floor, your team already cleared the first.

“I’m thinking something fancy for my drink tonight, you know top shelf quality I mean you are buying after all”.

Blitz let out a chuckle.“If you say so, only the fanciest liquor for you”.

The two of you were about a fourth of the way up when you caught something out of the corner of your eye.

“3 o-clock above us!” you yelled

Blitz turned his shield and both sides began opening fire, it was Pulse.

“Keeping pushing up!”.

You could barely hear Blitz over the gun shots being fired and ricocheted by his shield.

“Pulse is on us feel free to plant we’ll let you know if he moves from us.” You hoped Hibana and them heard you.

You guys held a steady pace while slowly working your way upstairs. Then you saw it, C-4 was falling towards you.

“Shit fall back!” You yelled but it was no use.

Blitz pushed backwards trying to get right up against you hoping to block you both from the blast. You closed your eyes so the powder that came from the fake C-4 didn’t irritate them. There was a loud boom followed by darkness.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n!”. You felt your body being shaken.

Your eyes slowly opened your vision was cloudy and your ears were ringing loudly. Your whole body hurt, your head felt like a 100 pound weight had been dropped on it. You tried talking but you lungs felt like the were going to burst they burned so badly.

“Y/n, stay with me!”

Your vision finally gained some focus. Blitz was above you holding your aching body in his lap blood staining his uniform.

“I hurts so bad, I feel so weak” you finally managed to choke out. Looking up at Blitz you could see the worry clearly on his face. You felt a sharp pain on your side, you looked down and saw his hand covering a bleeding wound on your abdomen. There was so much blood your uniform felt soaked in it. Blitz gaze moved from your wound to your face once more his bright blue eyes gazing into yours.

“You gotta stay with me y/n” Tears began to fill his eyes. Seeing his eyes filled with worry made your heart ache. “They’re coming to get us, they wont be long” He took his free hand and held yours.

You looked around to see how bad the situation was. You guys were trapped from the rubble with no way out twisted metal and debris surrounded you. Something must have happened during the equipment change after the small fire that occurred a couple of days ago, there was no way live C-4 would make it in here. What if it was done purposefully?. Your mind began to wonder again. Luckily you caught yourself before you got in too deep. You look towards Blitz.

“Ar-are you okay Elias?” you mustered up the strength to grab his arm. With guilt in his voice and painted on his face he spoke

“Just a few cuts and bruises I’ll be fine”. He grabbed your hand tighter.

“What about Mike?”. You look around for any sign of Pulse but could find any. “Is he okay?”

“I’m sure he’s okay too”. You could hear the fear in his voice.

“How’s the shield?” you laughed a bit trying to lighten the mood. You turned and saw it charred on the ground, you could feel yourself getting weaker and weaker.

“Could be better” Blitz managed to let a small smile out.

“So does this count as a win? I’m still looking forward to my drink tonight.”

Blitz whipped away a tear quickly thinking you weren’t looking. “After today you can get any drink you want once we make it out of here and get you patched up”. You laughed again this time the pain was too much and you began coughing up blood, the taste of iron filled your mouth. “That’s enough jokes for now” The worry was growing stronger on his face as he began to hold you closer to him.

“If you say so”. You gave a small smile trying to hide the pain you were in still. He held you there as he continued applying pressure to your wound. You felt a sense of security and peace being in his strong arms, he had a firm yet gentle presence and despite his worry you felt safe. A bit of silence passed.

“It’s not your fault Elias” Tears began to build in your eyes as you felt the darkness creep up on you. You used what ever strength you had left to sit yourself up a bit and gently grab his face to turn towards yours. Tears were running down his face now he couldn’t stand seeing you like this. You whipped some of his tears away. “None of us could have known this would happen it’s no ones fault”. You assessed your wounds once more, the blood has stopped for now on your abdomen but you still felt weaker and the room felt colder and colder.

Blitz’s eyes filled with tears “If i just shielded you more y/n. I---I could have prevented this”. The pain in his voice made your heart break.You brought your hand up to his face once more and gently brushed his cheek. His hand came up and met yours.

You spoke out with a raspy breathy voice.“I may not make it an-and if i don’t you have to promise not to blame yourself Elias that no one not even Jack blames himself. I forgive each one of you today.” Blitz pulled you in closer. You could tell he was at a loss for words, you knew he saw it all as his fault and you felt terrible that he was beating himself up for it. “You’ll always have the scratch on the shield to remember me by.” You could see a faint grin on his face he knew you always tried to keep a light mood no matter what the situation.

“Don’t say things like that we’ll make plenty more memories together y/n plus I still have to buy that drink I promised you, top shelf.” Blitz said holding back more tears trying to keep a smile on his face. You saw his effort to remain calm and a faint smile appeared on your face, you began coughing up more blood. Each breath started to sound worse and got harder and harder to take.The realization that you may not make it out of this hit you. There was so much you still wanted to experience in the world. So many people you wanted to thank, Blitz being one of them.

“Th-th-thank you Elias for-- everything.” You could barely string a sentence together now and couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Your vision went black and you could hear Blitz cry out your name gently trying to shake you awake. You opened your eyes one last time “ I’ll be okay...”. You vision was again black and your eyes shut once more.

You could hear the sobs of Blitz and he held your now limp body tears landing softly on your face. You felt him bring you up to his face resting his head on yours.

“I’m so sorry y/n please forgive me”. It was the last thing you heard then suddenly nothing.

PART 2

Written: 8/15/20-8/16/20

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