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reidgraygubler · 3 years

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short skirt, high heels (spencer reid/reader)

Title: short skirt, high heels,

Anon requested: Hi! May i please have a Spencer one shot? y/n has been part of the team for a while, she’s confident, fun and always wearing professional but slightly sexy workwear. Spencer is caught staring at y/n legs while she’s wearing a skirt. Her and Spence have a flirty friendship that leads to more?

Couple: spencer reid/fem reader

Category: spicy fluff

Content Warning: comments about sex, sex jokes, swearing, low-key sub!spencer, low-key dom!reader, mentions of drinking (but no actual drinking)

Word Count: 2,371

Summary: Spencer has had a crush on reader since she basically started working for the BAU. It doesn’t help that reader dresses to leave a little to the imagination and is constantly flirting with him.

A/N: this is my first time writing dom(-ish)!reader… let alone sub(-ish)!spencer… so pretty please bare with me with this one… i mean, i think i did a dom(-ish)!reader... but yeah! thank you everyone for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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I don’t know why I wear such revealing clothing to work. It’s modest and professional, I just have to put that out there. But, it is on the sexier side of clothing. I suppose I do it because I like it, it makes me feel more confident. And you need a certain level of confidence to have a job at the FBI’s prestigious Behavioural Analysis Unit.

The way people's eyes followed me felt great. I loved it. But it was always one person who caught my attention, or I caught their attention I should say. It was always the same person, and will forever be the same person. Spencer Reid’s eyes have been on me since day one, not that I’m complaining.

I could picture it clearly how his eyes followed me from the elevator all the way to Hotchner’s office. And how red his face was when Derek called him out about. It was honestly my favorite thing in the world. I kinda felt bad about the teasing he got. But, he shouldn’t have been staring in the first place. It was my first day! I didn’t know him… Let alone did he know me.

A pile of files was sitting in one arm, while my free hand held a small briefcase. The elevator was a scratchy silvery color, and the lights from above reflected off every surface.

My hair was pulled back in a high and curly ponytail. A tight, navy blue, pencil skirt clung to my legs, and a modest, yet very low, red blouse hung from my shoulders. I typically try to do subtle makeup for professional days, but I always look like some sort of supermodel at the end of the day.

The doors to the elevator doors dinged open, showing me, behind a floor to ceiling window, the open offices of the BAU. Aaron Hotchner would be the man I was looking for, but their offices were so open, people were walking around, bustling because of their copious amounts of work. Can’t wait for that to be my life.

I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear as I entered the main office area. A few people were sitting and standing around one person’s desk. They were all laughing and talking to each other as the people around them worked their asses off. Their boss just lets them do this?

I furrowed my eyebrows as I walked into the office area some more. People were still rushing past me, not talking to me. I know for a fact I don’t look familiar to anyone here, and I look lost to everyone. A little help would be nice.

“Could you tell me…” I started to talk but didn’t get to finish my thought when the person just continued walking. I let out an annoyed sigh and went to stop someone else, but fail when they glared at me and kept walking.

“Uh, Aaron Hotchner’s office?” I failed again. I threw my head back and let out a deep sigh. I didn’t realize just how busy it was today. If I had known it was so busy, I wouldn’t have come in today.

“Excuse me,” I stepped right in front of someone else and they stopped to look at me.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go. Time-sensitive thing,” they pointed at their watch before pushing past me. I bit my lower lip and shook my head again.

“Can anyone please tell me where Aaron Hotchner’s office is?!” I only half-shouted. I still gotta maintain some level of professionalism. I was just getting fed up with everyone ignoring me. Everyone around me stopped their movement and looked at me.

The group of people at the desk all stared at me with wide eyes before pointing towards the other side of the room. I looked at everyone before looking at where they were pointing. A man wearing a black suit and a businessman haircut was standing on a small catwalk, looking at everyone in the office area. Although, he was mostly looking at me. I widened my eyes and looked down at the ground with wide eyes before walking over to him.

“Hi, you must be Aaron Hotchner,” I looked up at him before introducing myself. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene,” I looked back out in front of us. Everyone was back at their work, even the people at the desk. All except for one person.

A man, who was with the group around the desk, was staring at me. Not near me or at Aaron, but right at me. It was just obvious that he was staring at me. His eyes carefully lingering on my legs, or arms, or my chest for the briefest second. But never long enough on my face. Although when he did look at my face, I smiled and winked. His face grew three shades red.

“No, no, don’t worry. I understand the hustle and bustle of this place,” Aaron laughed before turning to look at me, “Let’s step inside my office.”

So, that’s where I was work-wise. Working on the team with the BAU, with the man who stared at me and became a tomato the second I winked at him. Ah, good ole’ Spencer Reid. That boy doesn’t even know he’s infatuated with me… But I do.

I’ve had my fair share of flirts with him, and scandalous comments made about the two of us. Or, the jokes and teasing made by others. Although, our friendship always had some sort of flirtiness to it, even if he didn’t notice he was flirting with me. There was still something there. I smiled at the thought of him being so oblivious and clueless.

Derek giving him pointers or tips was my favorite. The help was nice, honestly. But, it was the execution. It was a little sad when Derek left to be with Hank and Savannah, leaving poor Spencer to fend for himself. Of course, Rossi tried but no really let Spencer listen.

I could hear his voice now when he told Derek and David that he didn’t need tips or pointers, because ‘He doesn’t have a crush on her.’ They never really gave up on that though.

“Seems like you’ve caught someone’s attention,” Emily muttered as she looked down at the desk. I glanced over my shoulder and noted that the eyes one Spencer Reid were wandering up and down my lower half and backside. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dressing for a guy. I mean, I dress mostly for myself. But the unwanted, yet wanted, attention from one guy was excellent.

“And he says he doesn’t have a crush on me,” I looked back at Emily with a smile. She laughed as she looked at the paperwork I was signing. “Do you think he even knows he’s staring?” I spoke as I placed the pen down on the desktop.

“I don’t think he knows he likes you,” she replied, finally shuffling the papers together in a neat pile. I scoffed and shook my head. “C’mon, you know Reid. He’s got the innocence of a 1st grader when it comes to relationships and romance,” she laughed as she stood up straight.

“True, this is true,” I returned the laughter as I stood up so I was no longer leaning over my desk. “All done with paperwork?” I asked, smiling at Emily.

“For now, I hope,” she laughed as she picked up the papers. “Good luck with you know who,” she spoke in a sing-y song tone before slipping away to her office. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled when I saw that Spencer was still staring at me.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I winked once he looked up at my face. And I swear, his face changed several different shades of red as he looked at me. He went from looking normal to looking like Roma Tomato. I didn’t feel bad about my joke either. It wasn’t the first time I’d caught him staring at me. “Or just close your eyes and use your robot brain to take a picture,” I smirked at him.

“I… I wasn’t staring,” Spencer muttered as he pulled his eyes from my body to look at his own paperwork. I slowly walked away from my desk and over towards him. I leaned over so I was the same height as him. But, that also gave him a great look at my cleavage. I smirked when he struggled to not stare at my chest.

“Sure you weren’t,” I placed my hand to his cheek and smiled. For a moment he leaned more into my touch, but instantly jerked away from my hand, “It’s okay, you weren’t staring at me. I get it.” I smiled and cocked my head, “I know how I look. I’d stare too if I was you,” I pulled my hand away from his face before sitting down in his lap. Spencer held his hands up so he wasn’t touching me at all. I had to force myself not to pout. I’d be okay if he touched me in any way, innocent, not innocent… Doesn’t matter.

“What are you doing!? There are people here! Watching!” He exclaimed once I was settled on his legs. I smiled and nodded.

“I know, I know,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “But, the next time I catch you staring at my ass, I’m gonna do a lot worse than sitting on your lap, Reid,” I smiled and blinked at him. He stared at me and nodded slowly, like even though he understood the words I was saying, he knew he wasn’t going to follow through with them.

It was impressive how his face got even redder. But it was crazy. I kinda liked it too.

“Do you understand?” I whispered as I looked at him. He nodded. I smiled again before I stood up. “I’d understand if you look again, I won’t be upset. In fact, I’ll encourage it, Spence,” ” I kept smiling at him as I walked away from him.

I returned to my desk and gathered my things before I left the office for the day. As I looked over my shoulder, Spencer was definitely staring at me, and he knew I definitely caught him. So, I smiled before winking and waving as the elevator doors shut.

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“O’Keefes anyone?” Luke asked as we stepped off the elevator. I rolled my shoulders and looked at him with a somewhat flirtatious smile. He returned the smile and winked.

“I’m always down to go to O’Keefes with you, Lukey Poo,” I cooed as I pinched his cheek. A groan came from the back of the group, causing me to turn and look. A smile grew on my lips when my eyes landed on Spencer, who had rolled his eyes and looked away from Luke and I. “You comin’ with us, Pretty Boy? First-round on me?” I smiled at him.

“I’m definitely in if you’re buying drinks,” Jennifer looked at me before stepping ahead of Luke and I. I smiled at her before looking back at Spencer.

“Pretty please,” I half begged as I pouted my lower lip and gave my best puppy dog eyes. Spencer looked back at me, a pointed stare in his eye. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and playful pout as I looked at him. “You don’t even have to drink. You can just sit there and be quiet,” I spoke before abruptly stopping in my tracks. And just as I turned around, Spencer walked right into me. In order to keep me from toppling over, he grabbed both my arms to keep me upright. His hands were touching the exposed skin on my arms, causing me to smile. This would be the first time he was touching me, off of a case. Working on a case is a whole different story. Pulling me out of the way of an unsub is different than firmly placing his hands on my arms to steady me from falling.

“You need to be more careful… I won’t always be there to catch you when you fall,” he spoke low just so I could hear him. I smiled as I looked up at him.

“But, I’d love it if you were there,” I lifted a hand to place on his chest. Just as he opened his mouth, someone appeared beside us. I smiled as I looked over at the person.

“Will you two just get a room already?” Emily looked between Spencer and I before leaving us alone. I looked back up at Spencer with a new, confident, and flirtatious smile. He looked clueless as always. Of course, he didn’t know what Emily meant by that.

“Whaddya say we go find a broom closet and show up to O’Keefes a little later than the others,” I carefully wrapped my arms around his neck. Even in my highest heels, Spencer was still a good few inches taller than me. So, I stood on my toes to try to get closer to his personal space and lean closer to his face. “I know where some great broom closets are to get… funky in,” I whispered as I leaned closer to him. We were a good few inches away from each other, and it was taking everything in me to not press my lips to his.

“I… I, uh... Uh,” Spencer started, but clearly couldn’t find the words to say anything. I smiled before lifting a finger to his lips.

“Just a nod or a shake of your head will be okay… And, if you say no, I won’t be upset. I’ll stop and I won’t bring it up again… Now, Doctor Reid,” I whispered as I pulled my finger away from his lips. “Do you want to go find a broom closet and have some fun in there?” I asked again. Spencer stared at me with wide eyes before rapidly nodding. I put my arms back around his neck before pressing my lips to his. Spencer placed his hands firmly on my waist.

And after 8 years of working here, I’m finally getting what I want.

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xiaoslittlelantern · 3 years

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a fateful meeting.

a little story for one of my close friends, luna.

You open your eyes to the sun shining into your room. Your alarm was ringing since 10 minutes and you actually thank god that you woke up because it was Monday and you had school to attend to. You lazily pulled yourself up and forced yourself to at least eat a quick egg paired with a toast as you were putting on your mandatory skirt and blouse. ,,How boring." you sigh, knowing you cannot break the school's law of forcing you to wear a uniform. You finish dressing up and eating as you head out to school. Your school life was pretty basic, you weren't really popular but there was one thing that made you stand out from anybody else. It was your short hair. You haven't seen a single girl in your school have short hair but you were brave enough to wear it with confidence. You liked your short hair and didn't mind people having an opinion on it behind your back because all that mattered to you were your friends, amaya and alice. You knew those two would always have your back, no matter what you did with your appereance. They liked you for who you were and you were beyond grateful to have them. You met them at the school gate and the 3 of you walked to class together, laughing and chatting about the most random things. Class was very tiresome for you today and you let out a relieved sigh when you heard the bell ring, signalizing that school was out. Alice and Amaya bid you farewell since both of them had plans after school so you stayed behind, slowly packing up your stuff until you noticed a man with slick black hair staying behind as well, burried deep into his book. You usually weren't one to spark a conversation with a complete stranger but to you he looked like as if he needed some help you walked up to him and asked ,,Do you need some help with that or why are you so deep into this book that you stayed behind everybody else?" he looked up at you with a questioning look ,,Would you really be willing to help me with this? I need to write a letter but need a little bit of help." ,,Sure, pass it over." is what you said and both of you started working on his letter. You found out it was for a friend of his that was in juvie. You weren't too keen on asking how he landed there so you dropped the subject. ,,Besides...what's your name?" ,,Baji Keisuke." What a nice sounding name, you thought. ,,We're all done now, see you around Baji." you packed your stuff and headed towards the exit ,,Thank you for helping me, Luna!" were the last thing you heard from Baji before walking home. What a pleasant guy, you thought. Usually guys would either insult you or harass you, you were sick and tired of them. Why couldn't guys like Baji exist more often? You lost yourself in thoughts while walking, not noticing the group of boys who walked behind you. You only noticed something was majorly wrong when they put their arms around your shoulder and started shoving you against their sides. ,,Why is a doll like you walking home alone, hm?" ,,What a pity...we got one with short hair...but she'll do the job as well." You were scared. You tried to shove their arms away and tried to scream but everything failed. Is this the end? That was your last thought until you heard somebody from behind saying ,,What's this? Ganging up on a girl who cannot protect herself? You guys suck." ,,Hah? You fuckin' around, shithead?" One of them came up to the guy and you tried to get a proper look at them and saw the familiar slick black hair and glasses. ,,Baji just run, please-" you tried to say as one of them covered your mouth. ,,You are really starting to piss me off." ,,Say that again and I'll-" he was cut off and slammed into the nearest wall, leaving him unconcious as the male known as Baji Keisuke slowly took off his glasses and ficed his hair. ,,First Division Caption of the Tokyo Manji Gang: Baji Keisuke." as these words fell, all of them quickly grabbed their bags and let you go, running with fear in their eyes that you never witnessed in your life before. You fell to the ground and when you look up, you see a hand reaching out to you. ,,You forgot your

notebook so I came to give it back to you, excuse the mess. You're a good girl so how about some food after dropping off my letter. What do you say?" ,,Of course I'll join you silly but you have to answer me some questions later." you lightly hit him and take his hand while you both walk away from the scene. That is how you met Baji Keisuke, the first division caption of Toman and the love of your life.

#baji #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke x reader #yakisoba guy #edward #toman #tokyo manji gang #this is bad too :(

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ct-hardcase · 2 months

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when I get done with these life obligations (boo hiss etc but some are also very exciting) I'm going to try and finish out this chapter of the pyreny fic so I can hopefully start polishing it and get it on ao3 soon

#I'm like 1.5 chapters and a prologue deep into a rough draft I think it's safe to start posting about it in public now #it's *very* rough but I have an idea of the whole plot and character arcs. ironically I need to work on injecting the romance into a shipfi #but yknow. is what it is #I done ficed up #I've also actually got the barest bones of lore for this silly little planet I've set the fic on #and maybe once I actually *post something* I'll get into it a little bc coming up with it was fun

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deanwinchesterswitch · 4 years

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Sacrifice

Written for Prompt: Sacrifice. @dontshootmespence Alphabet Angst for 8K Challenge. One of Nicole’s rules stated, ‘MAKE ME CRY!’ I hope I was able to accomplish that. I made myself cry writing it.

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Female Reader

Warnings: ANGST, character death, canon typical violence, language, derogatory slurs

Word Count: 5161

Credits: Aesthetic- the amazing @tumbler-tidbits; Beta - the wonderfully talented @wayward-and-worn (her awesome suggestions helped make this fic so much better); Beta/Editor - @cleighwrites (thank you for pointing out my lapse in judgment in the first draft and the tough love to see things in a different way)

A/N: Set in Season 10. Slight canon divergence.

Summary: sac’ri·fice’ v. 1 to give up something that is valuable to you in order to help another person 2 to give up something for something else considered more important (Cambridge Dictionary, 2020)

People make sacrifices every day. Parents for their children. Spouses and significant others for their partners. Siblings, friends, loved ones, good samaritans for complete strangers. Everyone makes sacrifices. Some are small, many go unnoticed or unappreciated, but some--some are big, even life-changing.

Dean’s angry. The kind of angry that’s usually reserved for the most abhorrent of creatures--demons, witches, archangels--and right now, it’s directed at you. His wrathful eyes are like emerald chips of ice; their reflection in the mirror pierces your soul. The view is abruptly distorted, the image of your anguished hunter radiates into fractured pieces from where his fist meets the glass. The hairdryer is ripped from the wall; the TV is thrown to the floor.

After destroying most of the moveable objects in the room, Dean falls to his knees, defeated, amidst the debris. The rise and fall of his shoulders as he tries to calm his rage makes the muscles tense and flex beneath the black fabric of his t-shirt.

“Dean?” You call softly, but he doesn’t reply, doesn’t acknowledge your presence in any way. Squatting in front of him, your fingers unfurl along his jawline, his stubble surprisingly soft as your fingers brush over his cheek. The brief hesitation before he leans into the touch lets you know the rage is still simmering right beneath the surface, and it doesn’t take long to punch through once again.

“Why?” The force and volume of the single syllable rock you to the core, making you reel back, hand pressing into the filthy carpet to keep from landing on your butt. “Why did you do it?”

The cold, lethal stare leveled at you sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine. You cautiously push yourself up and take a few steps back, putting some distance between you and the enraged hunter.

“What the fuck were you two thinking?” His voice is low, almost as lethal as any weapon he carries. “I told you to wait for me.” He takes a ragged breath. “I told you to goddamn wait for me.”

“Yeah, because you’re ALL ABOUT listening, aren’t you?” you scoff, throwing your hands in the air. “‘Mr. Badass Hunter’, and you’re ALWAYS right!” Pausing, you turn away, muttering, ‘fucking asshole’ under your breath. Hands on your hips, you pace the floor in an attempt to keep your own anger in check. “Sam and I aren’t stupid. We didn’t just make this shit up on the fly. We’re damn good at what we do, too, Dean. We were waiting for you. We had no intention of entering the house, we were scout-”

“I was right there; if you had just-”

“Just WHAT? Just sat in the car like two rookies?" You stare at him defiantly, arms crossed over your chest. “It could have ended a lot worse.”

“How? How could it have been any worse?” Jaw clenched, his arm muscles strain against the material of his shirt as he fists his hands at his sides.

“They were going to force you to choose, Dean. I did what needed to be done so that you wouldn’t hav-.”

“You had no right to make that decision for me! I could have saved you both!” Wrenching his eyes away like he can’t stand to look at you anymore, Dean suddenly spins and puts his fist through the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the cheap paneling.

“No,” you spit, your own anger rising again to match his stubbornness. “There was no other way. I wasn’t going to let them do that to you, and neither was Sam.”

“Sam?” Trying to get his attention as quietly as possible, you raised your voice a little and called out again. “Sam, you still with me?” Relief washed over you when you heard his low groan in response. “Okay, good. This is good. Sam. Sam, look at me. C’mon dude; you can do it.”

His groan grew louder, with his head lolling to the side, muscles flexing against the restraints of the chair to which he’s tied. “Ugh.” He spit, large drops of blood and saliva hitting the floor at his feet.

“That’s it. C’mon, look at me,” you begged, trying to get him to focus.

Sam lifted his head, and you blanched at the sight of his face. His right cheek and eye were already bruising, his bottom lip was busted open and swollen, and a large gash ran through his left eyebrow, steadily oozing blood. Who knew what other injuries lay beneath the layers of his suit.

Reading your expression for precisely what it was, Sam tried to smile. “That bad, huh?”

“Nah, it’s an improvement,” you joked. This was the nature of the relationship you had with Sam. Comfortable, fun, open, honest, easy-going, tell it like it is, best friends.

Sam laughed and coughed up more blood in the process. Trying to clear his mouth, he spit again. “So, you look pretty comfortable.” He tilted his chin up, a sly smile on his lips. “Dean would certainly appreciate the view.”

“Sam!” You gasped in mock disapproval. Arms and legs shackled to what you assumed was a basement wall of the home, you stood spread eagle in high heels, skirt scrunched up to mid-thigh and the front of your shirt torn open, revealing silk-covered cleavage beneath. Knowing it wasn’t anything Sam hadn’t seen before, you rattled one of the chains holding your arms and teased, “You been spying on us in the dungeon, Sam?”

What undamaged skin you could see on his face turned bright pink. About to tease him further, you faltered when his smile faded. He scanned the room as best he could, asking, “Where’s Dean?”

The door opened just as you were about to respond. A man and woman sauntered confidently into the room. They didn’t appear to be a part of the nest; they were dressed to the nines with an air of ivy league arrogance. You realized why when they turned to you, their eyes black as tar. When the hell did monsters start forming alliances?!

“Well, this worked out better than I ever imagined,” the rich, velvety tones of his voice were a marked contrast to his bland, boyish features. Clean-shaven, hair parted on the side and gelled in place, Brooks Brothers suit, he looked like he had just stepped off the set of Mad Men. Too bad he resembled Pete Campbell more than Don Draper. Popping the buttons of his jacket, he glanced between you and Sam. “Let me make something very clear to you both. If either of you gets the bright idea to try and exorcise us, you will have to watch the other one die a slow, painful death, and then watch as we torture Dean. Do I make myself clear?”

Sam clenched his jaw and you huffed, tugging at your chains in defiance, but each of you shook your head in resigned acceptance.

Mr. Smarm crowded into your space, eyes now a light chestnut, roamed your body. He dragged a finger down your cheek, his skin unexpectedly soft against yours. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing any emotion, you locked eyes with him, refusing to even flinch, making him arch a brow in response. Sliding a hand inside your shirt to squeeze at a breast, his warm breath fanned across your cheek as he whispered in your ear, “I love feisty girls like you. Makes everything so much more... fun.”

Sam yelled, “Don’t you fucking touch her!” A dull thud, immediately followed by a grunt, filled the air, and you shifted your eyes to peer over the man’s shoulder. The blonde bimbo he came in with was standing over Sam, a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. Sam was slumped forward as far as the restraints would allow, blood dripping on the floor from his concealed face.

“Get away from him, you bitch!” You lunged forward, grunting as the chains did their job, rendering you immobile.

Pointing the gun at you, she whined, “Let me shoot her.”

The man turned and barked, “No!” The woman flinched at the force of his reply, immediately lowering her eyes and tucking her chin.

Hmm, interesting dynamic going on here. That might be useful.

Oxford Comma released a breath and continued, “You know we have a plan, and it’s going well so far. I don’t want you to mess it up before Dean arrives. After all, he is the main event.”

“What do you mean, ‘Dean is the main event’?” you snapped at the mention of his name.

“Why should I be so cliche and reveal our plan to you?” He tugged on the thin lapels of his jacket, straightening it on his shoulders, then turned back to you.

“Oh, come on. All you megalomaniacs love to gloat. Detail your grand plan of how you’re going to kill us all. Besides, we’ve got some time before Dean gets here, fill me in.” Scrunching up your face in disgust, your eyes flicked to the woman on the other side of the room. “And I’d rather listen to you than Prissy Polly’s squawking.” ‘Prissy Polly?’ Dean was definitely rubbing off on you.

That hit a nerve. The look leveled your way was filled with rage and you winked at her in response. She stomped her foot and growled. Surprised by a low chuckle, your eyes flicked back to the man in front of you to find him eyeing you appreciatively. It was creepy, but you figured if you could keep the pair focused on you, you could buy Sam and Dean some time.

Dean had been at the coroner’s office that morning and had offered to pick up lunch for the three of you after finishing. He was waiting at the motel when you and Sam had caught a break while interviewing the last victim’s family, figuring out the vamps’ hiding place. You had texted him the location once you had reached and verified the site, letting him know that the two of you were going to recon the area. He’d texted back, saying he was about thirty minutes behind you and made you both promise not to enter the abandoned home without him.

Unaware that the bloodsuckers were consorting with demons, you had been ambushed while scouting the property and found yourself separated from Sam. That there was an ulterior plan became apparent when they left you relatively unharmed, only shredding your clothes and chaining you to the wall. Your heart sank, though, when two vamps had dragged Sam in, unconscious, and strapped him to the chair across the room facing you.

“Aww, look at you trying to stall. We both know that Dean is already here.” Stepping away, he whistled softly. Four vamps entered the room and made their way to you, each one releasing a shackle that bound you. “He’s circling the house, trying to decide on the best point of entry.”

Two of the demon’s minions held you in place, preventing any attempt at escape or rescuing Sam. The beast gripped your bicep and threatened, “If you scream, or try to warn him, you'll only make it much worse for Dean. Do you understand?”

J. Crew slipped his arm around the front of your shoulders and pulled your back flush to his chest. Trying to instill as much boredom as possible into your voice, you huffed, “Well, it’s going to take him a few minutes to get in here, so you gonna tell me the plan?” He didn’t take the bait, so you tried again.

“Since you obviously know who you’re dealing with, then you know you can’t beat him, right?” Silence. “He is The Dean Winchester after all, and he still has The Mark of Cain. There’s no way you’ll win against him.” You knew you were getting to the black-eyed monster when he shifted on his feet. “I mean, you might get away relatively unscathed in this little battle, but you’ll never be able to beat him in the war. He’ll hunt you, torture you, and you’ll beg him to send you back to hell.”

His grip around your shoulders tightened, and he hissed in your ear, “We’re quite aware of Mr. Winchester’s skills. We’ve had dealings with him before.” He shuffled his feet, and you noticed his hand releasing and re-gripping your shoulder, the realization that he was growing nervous about the impending encounter with Dean, made you giggle. “You think this is funny? You won’t be laughing when we win, and we will win. We’ll make him suffer so bad that he’ll never want to fight another battle again, let alone a war.”

“And just how do you think you’re going to do that?”

“We’re going to break him, aren’t we, dear sister?” His next words made you choke on the witty rejoinder you’d had planned. “We’re going to make him choose which one he has to kill, you or Sam.”

Their haughty laughter chilled you to the bone. Your head snapped in Sam’s direction to find him staring at you, wide-eyed and afraid. Both of you knew that Dean would never survive a decision like that. The guilt would have pushed him over the edge in normal circumstances, and while the demon may be gone, The Mark was still intact. The fragile psyche he hid behind the swaggering defiance could easily be tipped in the wrong direction, and you could lose him forever.

“That’s why Sam and I made that pact. It just wasn’t supposed to-” ‘Shit, Shit, Shit’ Hands fisting into your hair, you quickly cut yourself off when you realize what you’ve said.

The rumble coming from his chest warns you of his impending outburst. “What pact?! What ‘wasn’t supposed to’?”

“Dean, I know you believe that the weight of the world is on your shoulders. That it always falls on you to be the big brother… the savior. That you’re not worthy of saving. But, out of all the people I have ever known, you are the one that deserves it most.” Frustration and pain lace your words. “You deserve to be saved. You’re telling me that I have no right to want to protect you; that Sam has no right to want to keep you safe. Well, if not us, then who?”

Chin jutting forward, his defiant glare brings your anger full circle. The single chair left undamaged smashes against the wall between you.

“WHO, Dean?! Why do you always have to be the one to make the sacrifice? Why is it only your responsibility to save everyone? Is it because you think your life doesn’t matter as much as ours?” Dean flinches with each question, the words cutting deep, but you’ve come too far to stop now. If this is what it takes to get through to him then so be it.

“Shut up!”

“You always have to be the hero, right? You don’t deserve to be happy.”

“Shut up!” His face is contorted, the corner of his mouth twitches as his jaw ticks. Eyes awash in rage, large almost black pupils glower at you. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought the demon was still in there. Any other person would have run for the hills at this point, but you aren’t just any other person.

“Is that what your Daddy taught you?”

“I said, shut the fuck up!”

The loud crack fills the space between you. The welt of your handprint on his cheek is almost as red as the thrumming mark on his arm.

Stunned, Dean’s shoulders slump and he stumbles backward. Anger quickly replaced by guilt and sorrow. Your own anger rapidly dissipates, and you move closer, fingers resting feather-light for the briefest of moments on the pulse in his neck.

“When we cured you of being a demon, we got arrogant, lost sight of the big picture for a bit.” Dean’s breath hitches at your touch, fingers now tracing the puckered skin of the mark. “They took advantage of that. They know they can’t kill you outright, but they also know your weaknesses.

“Dean, when you love, you love with all of you. You feel loss, pain, guilt, deeper than anyone I’ve ever met. But you’re also capable of so much compassion. You give so much of yourself to others, do everything you can to protect them, to let them know they are loved.” Swallowing the lump that is threatening to silence your voice, you attempt to smile. “There isn’t a monster alive that doesn’t know you’d sacrifice everything. I know you don’t think you deserve it, but deep down, you have to accept that Sam and I were willing to do the same for you.”

“I could have-” The crack in his voice and broken expression cut deep into your soul.

“No. I’ve told you, there was nothing you could have done, babe.” Briefly closing your eyes to staunch the flow of tears, you rest your palm over his heart, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Out of all the possible outcomes-.” The tears begin to flow, your voice failing you as you think of the other ways this could have ended.

Tapping your index finger against his chest, your eyes meet his, imploring him to see the love you feel for him shining through their depths. “This heart, this heart is strong; steady and true. The world needs good hearts like yours.” Hands pressed to his cheeks, you entreat, “It’s been months. You need to move on.”

“How!” Rage bubbles in his words, but he remains still in your grasp. “How do I move on?”

“You come home. You let go, and you heal.” Hands falling to your sides, you step back.

Dean closes his eyes, and scrubs a hand over his face, his ragged breaths filling the silence of the room. When he opens them again, you’ve gone. There’s nothing else you can say.

You tamped down the fear swirling in your chest, and managed to lace your words with a bit of sarcasm, “Well, you might as well kill me now, cause we all know who he’ll choose to live.”

“We don’t care who he chooses. We just want to break him.” The venom in his voice made your blood run cold. “It’s all about forcing him to pick between the two people he loves most in the world. The guilt over having to make the actual decision in front of both of you will be his undoing. And then, we will let him have free reign to be what he is, a Knight of Hell.”

The demon drug the tip of a dagger down your torso, slicing open your bra and leaving a trail of crimson in its wake. His fingers slowly traced a path through the blood, smearing it across your stomach, then slid his index finger along the waistband of your skirt. “Honestly darling, I think you’re selling yourself a bit short. Sammy isn’t exactly high on Dean’s list of favorites at the moment.”

You wondered how every supernatural being seemed to know so much about the brothers’ lives all the time, the thought of the monster world publishing a Winchester Weekly newsletter distracted you from the bile rising in your throat.

His chin brushed against your cheek as he nodded, “Go ahead, sister.”

The black-eyed bitch smiled with glee, unbuttoned Sam’s shirt sleeve, and sliced through his wrist, opening the vein. He jolted upright, hissing at the pain through his clenched jaw. The vamps snarled at the scent but surprised you by remaining in place. Fuck, the demons have them well-heeled.

“I told you to leave him the fuck alone, you trashy, little bimbo!” Finding out that they’re siblings--a dictatorial overbearing big brother, and submissive, petulant little sister--was going to make this a lot more interesting. If you could create some discord in the ranks, it might create an opportunity to get the upper hand. But, you knew you needed to work fast.

Blondie stomped her hot pink high-heeled foot and aimed the gun at you. “Brother, I’m begging you, please let me shut her up!”

Not giving Brother Dearest a chance to respond, you continued to goad her. “Brother and sister, huh? You got some kind of kinky incest thing going on?”

Sam chuckled at your taunt, fueling her ire. The muscles in her neck twitched and color seeped into her face, turning it the same deep pink as the sweater set she was wearing.

Sneering, voice filled with derision, you pressed, “You ever get tired of taking orders all the time, sweetheart? Being told what you can and can’t do, like a clueless, little child?” You let the words sink in. “Or, is that what you are? Clueless… useless?”

She cocked the gun and stepped forward, lips twisted in an angry snarl.

Struggling against her brother’s grasp, smile spiteful, you taunted, “C’mon, Barbie, show me what you’ve got!” Catching sight of Sam over her shoulder, you inwardly smiled. While not as deeply rooted as the bond the brother’s share, years of working with the Winchester’s had created a connection between the three of you. Well aware of what you’re trying to do, Sam was working on escaping his restraints. The two guard dogs behind him were too interested in a potential ‘catfight’ to notice.

Coincidentally, Sam and you had discussed this type of scenario before. You each knew that given a chance, any monster out there would use one or both of you against Dean. Both of you were willing to sacrifice your life for his, so unbeknownst to Dean, you’d made a pact. It was only to be utilized if there was no other option, with the hope to mitigate the pain for everyone.

Little Miss Park Place sputtered, “You b- bitch!” She stopped right in the middle of the room to throw a temper tantrum, complete with stomping feet and pouting lips, making you laugh out loud.

“Ah, what’s the matter, the Real Housewives reject can’t handle the heat?” You realized you may have pushed her a little too far when her eyes slicked black, and she turned back to Sam.

“Enough!” shouted Mr. Brooks Brothers. The volume of the word made you wince as it echoed in your ear. “Sister, we need to stick with our original plan.”

“Well, if I can’t shut you up,” she screeched, voice like nails on a chalkboard, ignoring her brother, “how about I kill your second favorite Winchester?” She pressed the gun to Sam’s temple.

“Get the fuck away from him,” you yelled. She sneered and pushed the barrel deeper into Sam’s skin.

Sam’s eyes held yours, ignoring the monster next to him. “It’s gonna be okay.” He was pale, blood pooled around the leg of the chair, but he offered you a soft, encouraging smile. You smiled in return and gave him a slight nod to let him know that you’d hold to your agreement.

Floorboards creaked overhead. Anticipation growing, the demon’s breaths were loud and fast in your ear. Dean was in the house. The need to end this before he made it to the basement fueled your courage. Sucking in a deep breath, you slammed your head back against the demon’s forehead on the exhale, and shoved your elbow as hard as you could into his stomach, then gouged the stiletto of your shoe into his foot for good measure.

Howling in pain, he stumbled backward, releasing you. Blindly charging forward, you skidded to a stop when Sam shouted your name and pain coursed through your body. The sensation of being burnt by molten steel flared in your shoulder. “You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you.” The growl that passed through your lips was almost inhuman.

Waving the gun between you and Sam, she shouted, “Come any closer, and I’ll kill him.”

Her brother was screaming at her to calm down, but she was too far gone. Knife still in hand, she dragged it across Sam’s other wrist; this cut deeper than the first. All four vamps were near frenzied now, the smell of yours and Sam’s blood mingled in the air. It wouldn’t be long before they’d attack; everything was in chaos.

“You motherfucking whore!” Gritting your teeth, hand clutching your shoulder, you stood to your full height, ready to attack. Sam shook his head, eyes pleading with you to wait for Dean.

A muffled shout and a loud crash were heard from overhead, tears streamed down your face as you continued to stare at Sam. Unsure if you could follow through with what you’d agreed to, you briefly closed your eyes and prayed to any spirit willing to help, to protect Dean and keep Sam safe.

Dean’s heavy footfalls thundered down the stairs, echoing throughout the room. Your eyes flew open and locked with Sam’s; you were out of time, there was no other option. You whispered, ‘I’m sorry’, and took a step forward.

“I told you to stay back.” She swung the gun between you and Sam again, finger squeezing the trigger. The shot rang out as the door crashed open and Dean shouted for Sam and you.

It took him almost two months after you confronted him at the motel, but he’s finally here, finally home. Dean stands silhouetted in front of the bunker’s large furnace, staring blankly into the flames circling the crucible nestled inside, his entire body weighted in defeat. The urge to run to him, to offer him refuge in the comfort of your arms, is overwhelming; but, the fear of rejection is stronger and keeps you rooted in place, watching him languish in grief.

The air around you gently swirls as Sam appears next to you. “I miss you.” Closing your eyes, you breathe in his scent, letting the rich, soothing warmth of his voice wash over you; comforting you as it always did. “I miss hearing you laugh at Dean’s lame jokes; miss arguing with you about the filing system in our library; I miss your hugs.”

Willing your tears to stay at bay, a broad smile plastered on your face, you look up at the distraught face of your best friend. Damn, him. As soon as you see that lost puppy dog look he’s perfected, the tears race down your cheeks. “I miss you, too, Sam.”

At the sound of your voice, the tears he’d been holding back slip over his lashes and slide down his face. Raising a hand to thumb away the salty droplets, you let him rest his cheek in your palm for a moment, both of you relishing in the comfort the other has to offer.

All too quickly the moment is gone, and your hand falls to your side as a heart-wrenching sob from Dean fills the air. Turning to study your broken hunter, you quietly ask Sam, “Do you think he’s going to be okay?”

“Eventually. It’s gonna take some time, though.” Sam kisses the top of your head and then catching your eyes once more, he murmurs, “I’ll go talk to him,” and hastily walks away before either of you shed more tears.

Nodding in approval, you whisper to his retreating back, “Goodbye, Sam.”

Framed in muted shades of pink and orange from the light of the fire, the shimmering haze of heat around Dean ripples as Sam appears beside him, face now serene.

“I could have saved both of you.” Dean doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move, simply tucks his chin, hiding his face from your view. “A couple more minutes-”

“No, you couldn’t have.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Sammy.”

“Dude, they got the jump on us. They wanted to make you suffer. Use the two of us against you.”

“I KNOW THAT. SAM!” he barks, then deflates just as quickly. “You think it’s been all rainbows and unicorns lately?” Dean grumbles. “You don’t think I’m suffering now?”

Sam’s heavy sigh echoes through the room. “Dean, you can let go of this, eventually move on. The burden of making that decision would have crushed you. You would never have let go. She did what she had to.” Sam glances back at the fire, “It wasn’t supposed to be-“ Sam clears his throat, and regards Dean for a moment. “You need to make your peace with it.”

“Have you?”

“Yeah.” Sam shoots you a look. “Yeah, I have. It took a while, but I have.” Sam smiles reassuringly at his brother and claps him on the shoulder. Throwing a wink at you, he disappears into the shadows as silently as he appeared.

Dean shoves his hand into the pocket of his jeans, fingers clenching around the object within. Chewing at his bottom lip, he stares into the flame, that stupid single tear trailing down his cheek, he derides, “I hated you. Blamed you for everything.” He avoids looking your way, but you know the words are directed at you, each one a dagger, cutting away a piece of your heart. “It was easier than admitting you were right, that there was nothing I could have done. Easier than admitting that I had failed, again. Failed at protecting Sam, protecting you.” The laugh that escapes his lips is harsh. “But, you know that, don’t you.”

His eyes veer from the fire to lock with yours. “I can’t keep hating you, though. Not when I love you so damn much.” The pool of light cast by the flames of the old furnace highlights the anguish and longing in the viridescent depths of his tear-filled eyes.

Fingers fisted tightly in the fabric over your heart, a strangled whimper passes your lips. Heart now firmly in control of your reactions, you take a step forward. Dean removes his hand from his pocket; the metal trinket dangling from the leather cord stops you mid-stride.

“I was afraid to let this go, but kept it out of spite.” He sounds apologetic. “On the one hand it’s a symbol of all the good in my life, but on the other, it reminds me of what I’ve lost, of what you did. But you’re right; both you and Sam. I need to let go.”

Dean’s lips tremble, eyes imploring, pleading with you to help him. Raising your chin, you offer him a tremulous smile and nod your head.

“I forgive you,” he sobs.

Your wedding band lands dead center atop the burning coals, the leather cord almost instantly disintegrates. Seconds later the metal ring bubbles and warps as the glowing embers consume your last connection to this world, to Dean.

“Thank you for saving him.” Dean smiles, leaning into the sensation of your touch against his cheek one last time.

“I love you, Mr. Winchester.” Pressing your lips to his, you smile into the kiss, running your fingers through his hair.

Eyes brimming with tears, Dean whispers, “I love you, Mrs. Winchester,” as he watches your incorporeal visage turn to flames and the light of your soul drift skyward.

Tagging: @dontshootmespence, @wayward-and-worn, @tumbler-tidbits, @cleighwrites, @princessmisery666, @weepingwillowphoenix, @crashdevlin, @leatherandfrackles

#nicolesalphabetangstfor8k #sacrifice #challenge fic #spn #dean x reader #angst #make me cry #character death #language

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we-arethenewheroes · 3 years

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I Hate Bullies part3

Stray Kids Felix Imagine

Bully!felix x reader

Synopsis : you just got a scholarship (thanks to your amazing grades and talent at handball) and just got transferred to one of the most prestigious high school in Seoul Korea : Inchang Highschool. But of course, life couldn't be so wonderful. (ft enhypen, theboyz, clc, nct and more)

Part1 Part2 >>

Almost 3 weeks has passed and this afternoon is your first game of the season. You got to know your new teamates, you learnt that the girl who tried to pick a fight with you on your first day is Ahn Jiha, a year below you, and is part of the team. She made it very clear that you don't have your place there, trying to make you trip and fall, stealing your clothes, locking you in the locker room.

As for Felix, he continued to apologise and tried to be nicer to people. That wasn't always easy, but he managed to not fight since you arrived.

You became really close to Eunbin, and she quickly became one of your greatest friend. As for Chanhee, he was very shy the first time he met you, but after Felix's apology, he opened up to you, told everything that happened with Felix, how he met Eunbin, and how greatfull he was that you transferred to this school. You guys cried a lot that day, but became very close after that.

With your tuition, you bought new clothes, and saved a bit for new handball outfits.

You enter the classroom with your new pair a sneakers, greeted your classmates and made your way to your sit. At your surprise, Felix was already at his desk, smiling at you.

"You look really pretty" he says, leans his head on his arm, looking at you.

"Good morning to you too Felix." You say, siting at your desk. Eunbin and Chanhee quickly joins you.

"Today's your first game, right ?" Eunbin says, taking a sit in front of you.

"Yes ! It's just against some school nearby, not a big game, but it's a chance for me to show my level."

"I heard you were really good at handball" Chanhee says, siting in front of Felix

"Haha, I don't know if I'm really good, but my skills got me a scholarship so I guess I'm not half bad" you say, smiling at Chanhee.

"We'll all be hear to cheer for you Y/N, eight Chanhee ?"

"Yeah ! We made banners and signs yesterday, I hope you get really embarrassed but still feel our love and support" Chanhee, making his friends laugh.

"I'll be there too, by the way"

You three turns to Felix.

"We know, Felix, you've been telling the whole school to come to the game, otherwise they'll have to face you." Eunbin says

"Uh- well yeah, I gotta support my girl"

You look at Felix. "Your girl-"

"Well threatening students is not the best way" Eunbin glares at Felix.

"Yeah yeah whatever, it worked soo :)"

Eunbin sighes, knowing she won't win.

You get to the field with your team, the whole school cheering for you. You start the game and quickly realized two things : 1, your opponent are REALLY bad, they have no coordination, the game is already won, and 2, Jiha is trying to do everything to make you fail, which is dumb because your in the same team. I wish she could just leave me alone and focue on the game, she's so stupid I swear.

The game is pretty boring, your team is leading of 10 points, and there's only 1 minute left to the game. You take the ball to score a last point, making a perfect 5-15. You run to the goal, noticing Jiha blocking a player, making the way for you. You run next to her, jump to throw the ball, but feel a arm hit your legs, making you fall forward, hitting your knee hard on the floor. You're pretty sure you heard a loud noise coming from your said knee. You look above you, making eye contact with Jiha smirking at you. This bitch-

You didn't had time to say a word as you saw someone grabbing Jiha's collar.

"What do you think you're doing ?!"

"F-Felix ?.. w-what do you mean, I-"

Felix was looking extremely mad, almost grabbing her off the ground he clearly noticed what Jiha had done. And she seemed very scared.

"I saw you ! You did it on purpose ! I'm gonna make you pay for this"

As Felix put his first up, you quickly grabbed at his arm

"Felix no! Don't do this"

As you touched his arm, Felix realized where he was ans what he was doing, letting go of Jiha who quickly ran away.

Soon afterx the coach arrived, taking Felix aside as you went to the infirmary.

"Lee Felix, what do you think you're doing ? Were you going to punch this student ? And what for, uh ?"

"This girl made Y/N fall on purpose."

The coach seemed shocked "What did you say?"

"I saw it, Eunbin and Chanhee saw it too. She swang her arm and hit Y/N's legs to make her fall. She's been a nightmare to her since she got here. Jiha needs to be punished."

"And why didn't Y/N told me about it ?"

"Because she hates bullies, and don't wanna have to do anything with them.."

The coach sighed. "Thank you for telling Felix, I'll punish Jiha for her actions, but you can't go around and try to beat students up, even if you're very angry, got it?"

To the coach surprised, Felix noded and bowed to her goodbye before leaving.

He ran to the infirmary, not seeing you. He got to his class searching for you, but only found Eunbin packing your stuff.

"Eunbin ! Where is Y/N ?"

"She went to the hospital, apparently she broke her knee, the ambulance just felt, you just missed her."

"Do you know which hospital-"

"You don't need to go, she'll be fine, she won't stay there very long, just the time to get her cast. Also, her uncle is with her. She'll be back tomorrow, okay ?"

Felix looked really concerned, but noded and sat down.

"What you can do is get her stuff to her house, I said I was gonna do it but maybe you'll see her at home ?"

Felix looked at Eunbin, smiling.

Felix was in his car, driven by his driver, looking for your apartment. Felix never visited this part of town, it's just behind his neighborhood, but looks very different. There's no big houses, lights, parcs, here is just crappy apartments, drug dealers, dark allies. Felix gets to your apartment ans knocks on the door, your bags in hand.

To his surprised, a small boy opens the door.

"You must be Y/N's friend, thank you for getting her stuff."

"And who are you?"

"Junho, Y/N's cousin, she's not here, if you're wondering. Thank you for getting her stuff."

Junho reaches out his hand, grabbing your bags, closing the door behind him.

"You're.. welcome I guess.."

The next day, you got to school with crutches. Felix, who was waiting for you at the entrance, quickly grabbed your bag.

"It's fine, I can hold it-"

"No you can't, come on let's go inside."

Felix helped you sit, and got your stuff out of your bag.

"Felix stop." Felix looks at you. "Just- stop."

"Y/N what do you-"

"I can deal with myself, okay ?? I don't need you to hold my bag, are help me sit, or beat someone up. You almost got me out of the team, you know that ?? I could've got in serious trouble, and I still can. This Jiha girl is definitely gonna come after me because of what you did ! So just- leave me alone !"

You were very mad at Felix yesterday, and stilm are. I'll definitely get in serious trouble, jeez why do I have to pay for his mistakes ??

Felix looked at you, looking hurt, but he understood.

She's right... She could've got in trouble...

"I got it, I won't bother you again.. sorry Y/N..."

For the ehole day, Felix tried to stay as far from you as possible. You started to feel bad, was I too harsh on him ?..

The next day, when you entered the class, the same beam of light appeared behind you as the first day Felix met you. You were smiling, with your hair down, blushy cheeks, and glossy lips.

I can't do it. I can't let her go.

"Y/N." Felix says, standing beside you. "I know I saud that I'll leave you alone, but I can't stay away from you.."

"Felix..."

Then, Felix got on his knees, looking down.

"Please forgive me Y/N!"

You strated to feel your cheek go red as you bent down to get Felix to stand up.

"Stop this Felix this is really embarrassing."

You sigh and look at Felix.

"I forgive you, but I really don't need your help, okay ?"

Felix quickly nods "I promise I won't help you!"

You sigh again and go take a sit.

You're walking down the hallway to go to practice, your heavy bag on one shoulder. You see from far away Felix walking, looking down at his phone, and another student, walking quickly with a big pile of papers and books. You soon realise that the student can't see where is walking, and is going straight to Felix, who bumps onto him hard, making the srudent fall.

"Oh oh..."

Felix looks down at the student, emotionless, as he looks at the papers and books.

Felix, no, don't get mad please. You try to run but your knee hurst to bad. You watch the scene, walking as fast as possible to stop Felix from beating the student up.

Felix gets down, reach for the student, grabs him by the colar to get him back on his feet. Thsi boy seem so scared, apologising like crazy, but to your surprise, Felix brushes the dist away from the boy's uniform, and bent down again to pick up the papers.

Uh ?..

"Where are you going with all this?"

"T-t-the t-teacher of-f-fice"

"Let me help you with that."

Felix picks up the pile of papers, giving it to the boy, then grabs the heavy books. He turns around towards you, walking to the teachers office, and notice you.

"Oh ? Y/N, Hi ! Are you going to practice ?"

"Uh? Oh yeah.."

"Hey- can you, wait for me here ? I'll be there in no time."

"O-okay" you say, as Felix strats running to the teachers office, followed by the boy, also running.

You si in the hallway and waits for Felix. Not so long after, Felix comes back, still running. He then crouches in front of you.

"Felix, what are you doing ?"

"Get on my back."

"What ?"

"Come on, get on my back. I saw you struggling to walk, so get one my back."

Felix grabs your back, putting it on his shoulder, and waits for you to get on his back. You wrap your arms around his neck, as he gently grabs your legs. He gets up and walks towards the gym.

"You don't have to do this.."

"But I want to."

"Why ?"

"Because I love you."

"Uh- Felix that's not-" you sigh "it's not because I said that it's love-"

"I know I know, but I already told you, I love you. And I'll make you love me too. I can't let you go, I can't just give up on you."

You feel your cheeks get hotter, and look at him. First the first time, you understand him.

The sun was dancing around his features, you could see his freckles and long lashes. His eyes were glowing as well as his skin. You felt his muscles working, but the time seemed to have stopped.

Arrived at the gym, Felix lets you get down on the ground and hands you your bag.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N" he says, before turning around to leave.

"Felix wait !"

He turns around back to you, as you quickly kiss him on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow" you say, smiling at him, then going to the locker room.

....what just happened ?

#reaction #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #imagine #stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids reaction #felix #lee felix #stray kids felix #felix imagine

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damianwaynerocks · 4 years

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Tim Drake & The Good Samaritan

hi i wrote something on ao3 so here it is

Description: Tim Drake tries to kill himself, whenever a therapist just so happens to stumble upon him. Tim opens up to her and realizes that maybe he's worth more than he thinks.

Warning: Suicide attempt, depression

dedicating this to @super-sons-a-bitches bc what a supportive mutual

He was done.

Tim Drake was done.

He'd known for a while what was true and what was not. Was he a good son? Not true. Was he simply a placeholder between Jason and Damian? True. Did anybody truly love him? Not true. Was he simply a burden? True.

Did he deserve to be alive? Definitely not true.

Tonight had been the last straw.

It had been him, Damian and Dick. They were going to bust a human trafficking operation. Tim had been paying attention, he would swear that up and down, but it wasn't enough. He had accidentally kicked a rock, and the traffickers noticed right as they started to pull into Gotham Harbor. With a yell of several crew members, the ship turned back around, into the open sea.

Where the brothers could not get them.

Damian was furious. "You incompetent fice!" he had snarled, "We almost had them! We were going to save fifty women and children, Drake, fifty!"

"You should've been more careful," Dick added, his arms crossed, "You scared them off." Dick never scolded like this. He only did it whenever he was truly upset.

And it was Tim's fault.

"I'm sorry!" he said, Dick clenched his jaw.

"Go home, Red Robin," he ordered. Tim stepped back.

"Good riddance, we'll be much better off without you, Drake," Damian sneered.

We'll be much better off without you.

Those were the words ringing in Tim's ears as he swung from building to building. The wind was whistling through his hair, and usually, it invigorated Tim.

But not tonight.

Tonight, it just reminded him of what he didn't deserve.

All he did was mess things up. He'd messed things up with Stephanie. He'd messed up not only this mission but countless missions beforehand. He'd even messed up his goddamn immune system, now that he didn't have a spleen.

Tim knew he wasn't enough. He wasn't enough to make his father, Jack Drake, proud of him. He wasn't enough to make his other father, Bruce Wayne, proud of him either. He wasn't good enough to be Robin, either. Dick had made that clear whenever he'd ripped the title away from him as soon as he laid eyes on Damian, even after he had tried to kill Tim.

Dick probably wished that Damian had succeeded, Tim thought, because Dick would have his Robin, and nobody would have to deal with Tim.

Tim decided at that moment that he was going to take it upon himself to finish what Damian hadn't been able to do.

He was going to kill himself.

Tim landed on the roof of an apartment building. He took out his earpiece, which doubled as a tracking device, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it. If he was going to die, he at least wanted to do it without Damian's voice in his ear.

How to do it? Tim thought. He knew some heroes kept cyanide pills on them in case they were ever captured, but Bruce had refused to allow that. Tim could jump off of the roof, but he was worried that he'd lose his nerve and grapple to safety before he could reach the ground.

There was only one way that he could think of.

Tim pulled off his gloves one at a time, letting them land on the ground. He took a Batarang, razor-sharp, out of his utility belt, and held it to his wrist. He took a deep breath, excited. He would finally be free. He would be free from the pain, from the knowledge that he was worthless. Better yet, his family would be free of him.

We'll be much better off without you.

With a small smile, Tim started to slide the blade across his wris-

"No!"

Tim whirled around, now poised to throw the Batarang. Hey, just because Tim was going to die, didn't mean he was going to let someone else die first. His eyes slid around the rooftop, looking for danger, but he only saw a woman.

She looked to be around Bruce's age, but there was something about her that was completely different than Bruce; her eyes had feeling in them.

"Please don't do it, Red Robin," the woman urged, "Please. Please stay."

"No," Tim replied stiffly. The woman took a deep breath.

"Okay," she said slowly, "But will you please have a cup of tea with me first? It isn't every day I get to meet a hero.

A hero. She thought he was a hero.

But she was wrong.

Before he could stop himself, he had thrown himself in her arms. She wrapped them around him, holding him tightly.

Tim gripped the lady's shoulders as hard as he dared- God, he didn't even know her name and he was crying on her shoulder -as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently. Tim shakes his head, choking back another sob.

"I don't want to think about it anymore," he croaked. The woman nodded.

"Okay," she said, "Then are you any good at geometry?"

Tim sniffed, then replied, "Yeah." The woman smiled.

"Would you mind helping my son, then? He's a freshman at Southwest High, and he's having trouble with his homework right now. And I think you could really help him."

You could really help him.

Tim nodded, shakily stepping back from the woman. She smiled warmly, grasping his hand as she led him off of the roof and down the stairs. "My name's Emira," she introduced herself, "But you can call me Emma. All of my friends do."

Friend.

"My name's-" he broke off, unsure of what he should say. Emma seemed to understand his hesitation.

"You don't have to tell me your real name," she assured him, "How about I call you Red?" Tim smiled weakly, and Emma took that to mean he agreed. "Alright, Red, here's the door." she fished a key out of her pocket, and opened the door to her apartment, Tim following.

The first thing he noticed was the Cross. There was a portrait of Jesus Christ on the Cross sitting above their table.

The table which had a young boy, around Damian's age, sitting at it, his brows scrunched in concentration.

"Hey, Danny!" Emma said, flashing her son a brilliant smile, "I found you a tutor!"

"Mom, I don't need a-" Danny stopped talking as he turned around, his jaw dropped. "Red Robin!?" he squeaked, "You're my favorite hero! And you're in my house!" he jumped up, smiling so wide it was almost unsettling, "You're the coolest! Holy crap!"

You're the coolest.

"Hi, Danny!" Tim greeted, putting on the smile he used for paparazzi. "It's nice to meet you! So your mom says you need help with geometry?"

It took ten minutes, but Emma and Tim finally wrangled Danny to the table, where Tim was now helping him.

"See, you just gotta remember SohCahToa," Tim explained, "It's the easiest way to remember sine, cosine, and tangent."

Danny stuck his tongue out slightly in a way that reminded him of Damian. Tim's heart sank at the realization, all of his positive feelings sank with it.

We'll be much better off without you.

"Thanks, Red Robin!" Danny said excitedly after he'd finished his assignment and Tim had double-checked it, making sure that all of the answers were correct.

"Okay, Danny," Emma spoke up from where she'd been silently watching the two, "It's eleven. Time for bed."

"But Mom Red Robin is here-"

"You know what else is here? A big test tomorrow. You need your sleep."

Danny sighed, before looking at Tim and fishing his phone out of his pocket. "Do you mind if we take a picture? My friends will never believe I met the coolest of the Bat People!"

The coolest of the Bat People.

"Of course, Danny!" Tim replied, ruffling the kid's hair. After five minutes of multiple selfies on Snapchat, Danny gave Tim a hug, which Tim returned without hesitation.

"Goodnight!" Danny chirped and walked to what Tim presumed to be his bedroom.

After hearing the door shut, Emma turned to the hero. "Now, how do you like your tea?"

"Earl Gray, please."

As Emma set the kettle on the stove, she turned back to Tim. "He adores you," she said, referring to her son, "He wasn't lying. You mean so much to him."

You mean so much to him.

Tim sighed, putting his head in his hands. "Yeah, well, he's the only one then," he muttered. Emma waited for him to continue, and when he didn't, she spoke.

"I'm a therapist, you know," she stated, "So I can't tell anybody anything you say. HIPPA violation, jail time, huge fine and all that."

"This isn't an official session, so it doesn't apply."

Emma shrugged. "Maybe not legally, but if anybody gets wind of me telling anybody anything someone tells me in confidence, my clients will stop trusting me and stop coming, So my point's still there."

Tim bit his lip, looking up. This woman didn't know who he was, and judging from the average apartment, she had no connections to Bruce, which meant she wouldn't tell him- not that he'd care, of course, but still. Besides, it isn't like he'd ever see her again. "Maybe... maybe it wouldn't hurt."

Emma smiled warmly. "I promise, it won't," she turned back to the kettle as it whistled, and she poured the tea into two cups. Walking over to the table, she handed one to Tim, before sitting down herself. "Can I ask what led up to tonight?"

Tim looked down at his tea, not meeting her eyes. "I messed up bad tonight," he whispered, "Real bad."

"What do you think you did?"

"I-" Tim swallowed a gulp, "Nightwing and Robin and I were going to bust a human trafficking ring. Their ship was about to pull into the harbor, but I wasn't being careful enough. I knew they had motion detectors around the area, but I still wasn't paying attention enough not to kick a rock," He ran a hand through his hair, "And of course they saw, and they got away. And it was my fault."

"Who told you that it was your fault?"

"Nightwing and Robin."

Emma reached across the table to clasp his left hand in her right. "Tell me, Red, has Nightwing or Robin ever messed up a mission?"

Tim paused. There was one time where Dick was arguing with Jason, and Dick pushed Jason into the warehouse they were staking out, ruining any chance at catching a serial rapist for months. And then there was the time where Damian had been too hasty and let a serial killer get away because he refused to listen for Nightwing's signal. "Yeah, a few times," Tim finally said.

"See?" Emma said with another one of her warm smiles, "They aren't perfect either. So why do you have to be?"

They aren't perfect either.

"Because!" Tim groaned, "Batman chose them. He wanted them to be apart of the hero business. Me? I forced him to make me Robin. Nobody chose me. I wasn't wanted!"

"How old were you when you became Robin?"

"Like, eleven."

"Do you honestly think that Batman couldn't have simply wiped an eleven-year old's brain and sent him home if he didn't see something special in you?"

See something special in you.

Tim took a sip of his tea. "I... I guess not. But still! The Robin before me had just... quit. Batman probably just used me as a distraction from the pain of it. I was just a placeholder."

Emma took a sip of her own tea, thinking. "A placeholder? Because there's a new Robin?"

"Yes," Tim confirmed, "Exactly. I was Robin for a while, but as soon as Batman and Nightwing found someone else who had already been trained, who was Batman's... nephew," he paused, "They got rid of me! They made me stop being Robin! Nightwing retired, the other one quit, but me? I didn't have a choice!"

"And why do you think that-"

"And the worst part!?" Tim interrupted her, "This new kid? He tried to kill me! He had a sword and he was trying to kill me because he thought he deserved the title just because he was Batman's nephew! And he never got in trouble for it! They rewarded him with what he wanted!" he stopped nervously. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you." Emma waved her hand dismissively.

"Don't worry about it," she paused she took a sip of her tea, "Do you think there could be any possible reason as to why they made him Robin?"

Tim snorted. "Yeah, I know exactly why. They liked him better than me. He was better than me at fighting. He wasn't as scared as I was at first," he laughed bitterly, "Honestly, Emma? I think the reason they rewarded him was because he had the guts to do what the others were too apprehensive to do; get rid of me."

"Can I tell you what I think might have had something to do with it?" Emma asked, and Tim nodded his permission. "It sounds like this new Robin has a lot of rage. Do you think that maybe Batman and Nightwing knew that he needed an outlet for that and that the safest way to do that might be if they could keep an eye on him?"

"I... guess," Tim admitted begrudgingly, "But still! They didn't punish him or anything!"

"How are you so sure? Did you see what happened after?"

Tim bit his lip again. "I mean, not really? I left whenever Nightwing told me I couldn't be Robin anymore." he shook his head. "Even if maybe Nightwing didn't see any other way, that doesn't explain why they treat me like shit now."

"How so?" Emma asked, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Like, I'll be gone on a mission for weeks and when I get back, they hadn't even noticed I was gone!" Tim counted off the reasons on his fingers, "Or when it's clear I'm upset, nobody bothers to ask! And nobody ever reprimands Robin for all the terrible things to me! And all Batman does it tell me what I do wrong!"

"What things does Robin say to you?"

"Oh, you know," Tim rolled his eyes, "That I'm useless. That I'm slow. I’m abysmal. Just today, like an hour ago, he said that everyone would be better off if I was gone. I hate that he has this much power over me, but his words won't leave my head; we'll be much better off without you."

"Well, I can tell you right now that Danny wouldn't be," Emma said, "Because if he had failed that assignment, he would've gotten detention, and I wouldn't have time to pick up his new inhaler."

"Danny has asthma?" Tim asked with a frown. Emma nodded.

"Yes, but it's okay now because I'll be able to get the medicine. Now, back to you. Do you think that the reason Robin is so mean to you is that he's insecure?"

"Robin? Insecure?" Tim snorted, "As if. He's the most arrogant person I know."

"The most insecure people are almost always the most arrogant. Is there anything he would have to be insecure about? Maybe that... he's intimidated by you?"

That made Tim laugh out loud. Damian? Intimidated by Tim? Never. "Definitely not."

"Are you sure? Because it sounds like he just wants to prove that he's just as good as you," Emma countered, "Or maybe- not saying that it's your fault because you definitely don't deserve to be treated like that-"

You don't deserve to be treated like that.

"Maybe you haven't tried to show him that you don't want to be enemies?"

Tim took a sip of his tea. "I mean, yeah, I don't want our relationship to be like this. I'd love to be close to him. I was so excited when I first heard about him- before I met him, obviously -because I was finally getting a younger brother."

"Have you ever let him know that?"

"I guess not," Tim said with a frown, "But it doesn't really matter. He won't care. None of them will, even if they did know I'm hurting."

"Why don't you try?" Emma offered, "It couldn't hurt, right?"

"Yeah, except then they'll think I'm even weaker than they thought. They'll think I'm pathetic, and then Batman will make me stop being Red Robin, too." His grip around his cup tightened. "And then they'd kick me out. And I live with Batman, Emma. I don't have a place to go."

"You could come here," Emma offered, "I really don't think they'd kick you out, but if you're right, you are absolutely welcome here. I promise. You're wonderful company, Red."

You're wonderful company.

Tim sighed. "Thanks, that means a lot, but you don't have to lie," his bottom lip trembled, "I know I'm worthless. I don't matter. All I do is screw up."

The pair were silent for a minute, the only noise being Tim's tears falling into his cup of tea. Emma was the first one to break the silence.

"Say, do you happen to be the first Robin that wore pants?"

Tim sniffled. "Yeah." Emma's face broke into another warm smile.

"Well, that Robin saved my life. Two men were dragging me into an alley, whenever you stopped them. Without Batman, I might add."

Tim blinked. "Without Batman?" he whispered.

Emma nodded. "Without Batman. All on your own, Red. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead, and Danny would be an orphan."

Tim smiled weakly. "It wasn't a problem, really."

"I know it wasn't, because that's what you do. You save people," she gave him another reassuring squeeze. "Now, Red, have you ever been in a position where Batman or Nightwing saved you?"

That's what you do. You save people.

"Yeah," Tim answered, once again not meeting her eyes, "I was locked in a warehouse. A bomb was strapped to me, about to go off. Batman came in and- and I've never seen him like that. So... a mess," he paused, "I haven't thought about that in a while. I guess that means he cares."

"That definitely means he cares," Emma corrected him. Tim smiled, but it was replaced by a frown as he began to sob again.

"Maybe he did then, but now- now he has his new Robin. He doesn't care, none of them do," he blinked back tears, "I don't have anything to look forward to. My days are filled with insults and complaints. There's nothing good." His hands shaking, he took another sip of his Earl Gray.

"Then look forward to this," Emma said, "Every week. Eat dinner with Danny and I, and then when he goes to bed we can drink tea and talk some. And if you ever, and I mean ever, need a place to crash, you can always come here."

If Tim thought he'd run out of tears before, he was wrong. He started crying again. Nobody had been so nice, so warm to him, in years.

Emma got up and enveloped him in another hug. "Will you promise me something, Red?" she whispered, and at Tim's nod, she continued. "Promise me you'll tell your family how you feel, okay? And promise me you'll come back and tell me next week. And if you need something from me between then and now, promise me that you'll come, okay?"

"I promise," Tim agreed, sobbing into her shirt.

The next thirty minutes were spent with Tim wrapped up in Emma's arm, still in full Red Robin uniform minus the gloves, watching Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. Tim hadn't been so at peace in as long as he could remember. His mom had always been distant, and Catwoman wasn't exactly a mother figure, so honestly? Being curled up in Emma was the closest he'd ever gotten to feeling a mother's love.

He would go back to the Manor after the movie, he told himself. He would tell them how he felt. He would try to mend his relationship with Damian. But first, he was going to soak in the feeling of a mother's embrace.

He was still nervous about it, but little did he know. Little did he know that Dick would break down crying and hug him, whispering apology after apology into his ear. Little did he know that Bruce would be riddled with guilt because how could he not have noticed that his son was hurting and would tell him he loved him so much. Little did he know that Damian, although he didn't show how much he regretted his harsh words, would shake Tim's hand and agree to try. Little did he know that every Thursday after he would have dinner and tea with Emma and Danny, to the point that he would reveal his secret identity to the family and make sure that Danny was enrolled at Gotham Academy. Little did he know that it wouldn't take long for Emma to start seeing him as another son, and she would not be scared to tell him how much she loved him and how proud of him she was.

Tim would find out these things later. But for now?

Tim just let himself sink into a mother's embrace.

#in honor of mental health awareness month #tim drake #depressed tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #batfam #batfamily fanfic #tim drake fanfic #tim drake needs therapy #sucide tw #damian's a shit but we still love him #depressed! tim drake

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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Love Me Like A Sister - pt. 8

A/N: Man... I'm sorry for the angst but I'm honestly feeling this so much rn. It's almost 1am and I'm writing. Nice, right. Also, I know I haven't been writing much but my comluter is at service and my phone is all I got. So, thats all we got.

As you walked into the room, you dropped your jacket on the floor and threw your bag on the shelf next to you. Your shoes fell off your feet with ease and you walked in the living room, crashing immediately on the sofa.

Hugging the pillow, you breathed in the scent of bitter lemon and closed your eyes.

You were so tired. Merlin, you were so exhausted.

Six months and you still couldn't bring yourself to contact the wizarding world. Your wand was kept away and with that, your whole life of wizardry was locked in a box.

Now you worked as a journalist.

And it was plain exhausting.

"I'm just gonna..." you mumbled into the pillow. "Just an hour..."

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You could feel the drool leaving your mouth but you were too busy to wipe it off. You were home alone. You always were. So who would even care if you drooled on the pillow like a pig?

You opened your eyes just enough to see what time it was. It was dark so it had to be around-around... Ar-DARK! IT WAS DARK! you opened your eyes wide and awake and looked on the clock in front of you. 19.43.

"SHITE!" you got on your feet and ran to the mirror. You brushed your hair, ficed your makeup and grabbed your bag and jacket. You ran through those doors, still tired, still exhausted.

This is surely going to make a great impression on your boss.

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Late hours and newest waves of exhaustion splashing your whole-self. Jacket dropped, bag thrown, shoes off and sofa crashed.

Your feet were schorching, your back throbbing and your eyes burning. It wasn't until something squeezed your chest so tight you began to cry aloud. Your hands clawed the pillow case and you bit on the edge of it, sobbing.

How could you have gotten here? From that fool in Hogwarts, having the time of her life to this pathetic sloth, who does nothing but sleep and work?

No family, no beloved one, no friends... You were a mess. A mess you couldn't get out of.

So you cried into the night until some pills calmed you down and some sad song lead you into sleep.

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It was a repeating routine. You woke up, got read and left. Your first stop was the coffee shop, it always was because without coffee you couldn't always kick out the whole effect of the sleeping pills.

You walked in, not turning left nor right, just straight up to your favorite coffee boy. "Hey Marion." you smiled and leaned on the counter.

He looked up as he poured a coffee in another cup and smiled. "Hold on, Eris. Your order is coming right after I finish this one."

Eris.

It's still weird hearing that name being applied to you. You were no Eris but in ome sure way, that name fit perfectly for you. Chaos, strife and discord... Three most perfect words for yourself.

You fumbled with your feet, looking around and wandering until there was a flash of infamous green eyes and at first you weren't sure so yo utook a second glance and there he was.

Black untidy hair, green eyes and round glassess.

"Bloody hell." you mumbled to yourself and you swore you saw his eyes widen before they turned away.

Your eyes flickered to the bushy hair next to him, to which Marion was handing a cup and the red vibrant hair belonged only to one person.

"Not in a million fucking years." you grabbed your bag from the counter and stormed out of the coffee shop.

You were sure. You were ten-twenty-billion times more sure that you didn't want anything to do with those people.

Ron has never done you harm but he was still a connection to them-to that world. And all of a sudden you crashed into a tall boy, perhaps the same age as you and it didn't take you a second more to realize who it was.

It was Neville.

"Sorry-" he tried to appologise until he saw your face and your hair and everything who you were. "(y/n)?" he smiled but you couldn't. No, you couldn't- it felt harder to breathe, harder to think. Flashes of the past started to appear and you couldn't look at those pale lips and dead man's eyes.

Hasley.

' "Maybe when we would be old, like 80 or something, we would live in this house on the hill and have grandchildren visiting over."'

You shook your head, your eyes filled with water and the vision blurred.

' He was dead. No matter how much you wished he was alive, he was dead. There was no way of bringing him back to life. You held him in your body, pale as a porcelain doll, and you called for him.'

You closed the door shut behind you, collapsing agains it and beginning to breathe hysterically. You clawed your legs, digging your fingers into it, feeling it as they pierced through the fabric... It didn't matter though.

He was dead and the guilt of you betraying him the way you did, kept eating you.

You started to rock forward and backwards in your position. Now you were shaking as well, feeling it in your bones, your muscles and your every nerve like a plague finally taking you.

"(y/n)!" there was a voice. A boy's? Man's?

It was familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it.

He walked in the hall and saw you curled up in the corner, shaking. His head lowered and so did his eyes. "Oh, (y/n)." he ran to you and took you in his arms, pressed against his chest. "Calm down. I'm here. You know. I always will be." he held you while you sobbed, gripping his arm. "You're not alone. I promise you that."

#harry potter x reader #Harry potter imagine #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley imagines #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley #ronald weasley #ron wealsey #hermione granger imagines #hermione granger #hermione granger imagine #golden trio era #golden trio imagine #golden trio imagines #the golden trio #golden trio #golden triangle package

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zachscarroll · 4 years

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Final Thoughts on Paper Mario the Origami King with some major spoilers

I thought this game overall was incredibly charming and worth your time if you are a fan of the classic games like the original Paper Mario 64 or Thousand Year Door. It was leaps and bounds ahead of Sticker Star, and overall I thought it was better paper Mario game than Color Splash ever hoped to be.

Even though I'm pleased with playing it through it does have some glaring issues. Right out of the gate, this game is being held back by some sort of executive decisions from Nintendo and it shows tremendously especially within the first few hours of the game. I know nothing about the development of the game, but there are defiantly some things that seem either out of place or rushed which is strange.

Practically the first 3-4 hours of the game is nothing but tutorials, which they do need to explain stuff but not this much oh my goodness. They truly took a lot of the challenge out of the game and made it "very, very young kid oriented" and I'm not looking for the most challenging game out there--I usually play most games on easier difficulties so I can enjoy the adventure instead of having to be annoyed with redoing things. Olivia pops up way too much. I liked her character for the most part. Between Huey, and Kersti, Olivia was a very good one. Huey was a little bit more funny, but Olivia had a lot of charm and multiple emotional arcs. I know saying that sounds silly for a Mario game but she does grow as a character showing that she's still worried about whether or not she can really stop her brother. However, she pops up every time something happens. It's too much. I can see something has appeared Olivia. It's okay--but I'm getting off topic that's exactly what Huey did too in Color Splash. I hate to say it but when she leaves your party by being crushed by a boulder it felt like a classic paper mario game then. You had Bobby with you and he would add his own flair as the helper character.

Bobby truly was a great partner, and even if he's only with you for like maybe 2 or so hours I enjoyed having him around. I'm extremely glad they had partners return even if they felt more like story related. I liked having more than just Olivia with me. All of the partners except Professor Toad were really cool. It kinda sucks that Professor Toad is so forgettable because he is the only partner who has an over world ability. I think it would have been cooler if he was like a Monty mole or something instead of just a Toad with a shovel, there's just so many Toads in the game that an archaeologist Toad could have been cool, but I don't really know where they were trying to go with the character. He was like a scaredy-cat kind of character but also made weird like college references like about his thesis. At the very least he had an unique outfit? I don't know I'm reaching for Professor Toad. Why not just have Captain Toad who's an already established character and an explorer? Anyway, I found it kinda weird that no one else had an over world ability, and they could have done some more interesting puzzles if they had given Kamek or Boswer some. I loved having Kamek join and how he talked about being self conscious and lacking self esteem because Bowser never listened to him. Bowser Jr. was cool too, he wasn't as bratty as I thought he'd be. He was written like a tough kid. Both Kamek and Jr. have satisfying reasons for leaving your party. I liked how they put Mario first in order to save the whole kingdom. It made me as the player feel like "these bad guys know that Mario can save them." I know it's silly but again just a nice touch to the story. Of course you get Bowser to join you right at the very end which is just so great. He even talks about his parenting practices. Luigi also have a shockingly hilarious and "key" role to the story. I'm so glad to see these classic characters have great writing behind them, and really show off that these partners are pretty vital to paper Mario. Especially Luigi and Bowser when in the previous two titles had maybe like 8 lines between the two of them. Yes they don't do much in battle, but they are vital to the story. If my paper Mario games have a fun and unique story then that's all I really want.

Bobby was my favorite. If you haven't seen the one big twist involving Bobby, I'd skip this section and pick back up at the next paragraph. Anyway, Bobby sacrifices himself to save Olivia. While you can kinda piece things together and see it coming after a while you don't expect Bobby to just like straight up die. I remember when it happened I was like, "they really did this in a Mario game?". They even have a cute moment later on in Bowser's castle where Olivia thinks she see Bobby again. Overall he was amazing. That whole area of Shogun Studios felt the most reminiscent of classic Paper Mario games. I had a grin on my face pretty much the whole way through.

The one big gripe I had with the partners is other than Bobby any time you wanna go back to Toad Town or other areas they're just like "yeah okay i'm gonna stay here see ya later". Why? Why not let them come with you? The writers don't have to write any additional dialogue and if they did that would have been cool. Why wouldn't Professor TOAD wanna go back to TOAD town? There's an extra area where you can take Bobby at one point to get photos taken with him in Shogun Studios. Why not do that with other characters as a cool little Easter egg? Truly I didn't understand why they couldn't travel with you. I know in that infamous interview floating around with the directors and producers saying they only wanted one partner at a time so it didn't cause any confusion for swapping them out but that's so stupid.

Back to the game being held back--there were times I could see the designers desperately wanted to make a unique character better, or give something else a personality but they weren't allowed to. It hurts a lot when the original paper Mario games could give toads fun little names like "Zess T." or "Fice T." and now we have "Professor Toad" or "Battle Lab Toad". There are two toads in Toad Town that both say something like "where's Purple Toad?" or "Where's Blue Toad?". Stuff like that takes me out of the enjoyment of the game. It's only when you go and look on the around on other sites that you find out that the Origami Craftsman man is actually Theofold. Yes, we did have captain T. ode, but like. That's just "Toad". Back to that interview from the producers of the game where they say they can't really alter Mario characters anymore like give them age, gender, etc. But come on. I'm not really sure why they can't give the toads proper names. I know that's an extreme nitpick, but that's definitely something that takes me out of the game and reminds me "oh yeah we can't do this anymore". Even Bobby, will constantly remind Olivia to call him "Bob-omb" It just feels like a slap in the face. Bring back Toadsworth? An established character who has been MIA for like years now. Just please. Please make the Toads different they did a very good job here with a handful like, the sea captain, captain T.ode, Professor Toad, and the Shangri-spa Toads. I remember those toads because they were dressed up differently than the other ones. I even remember the Toad who told you where the heart ups were because he was in a completely unique pose then the other ones. Please Nintendo I'm begging you just make them look more unique or don't rely on them as a pillar of a character. They are all the same. Just do more colors of Toads! There's red, blue, yellow, green, and purple.Make an orange Toad or something please. I liked finding the Toads in the different areas and they would unfold from origami, it gave me some korok seed vibes. Do more stuff like that!

Concerning the game's overall story, I liked it, but it could have been so much more. There were multiple key moments where I was like "why wouldn't they have a cut scene for this as like a flashback?". The first one was right at the beginning of the game. They instead of showing you in the actual game like a cut scene, they show a small slideshow of Toads setting up for the Origami festival with Princess Peach on the logo screen which I guess is okay, but I'm not a fan. Personally, I would have liked there to be a sort of storybook intro that the previous games had being like "every 100 years the toads in toad town set up a festival to honor the proud technique of origami" and then cut to Mario and Luigi getting a mail call from Parakarry (like the previous games) and then being like "the festival is today we hope to see you there." and then bam they're driving to the festival. I know that seems kinda dumb but why not show that in your game instead of Luigi being like "can't wait to get there" while he's driving his cart from Mario Kart. It's a little weird to me. The biggest moment like this happened when you first meet the origami craftsman (who yes is just a Toad) he explains these unique origami techniques he used to fold King Olly to make him come to life, but like brushes past it real quick. And then at the very very end (skip ahead if you don't want spoilers) Olly talks about this 1000 crane origami wish thing that was never brought up before by anyone. If he had mentioned it when he dropped the boulder on Olivia that would have been acceptable but it just kinda comes out of nowhere. If you're going to bring these things up then like at least mention them once before or have some type of set up and pay off for it. It just felt kinda rushed. The ending was cute though, and I remember liking Color Splash's ending a bit more but this one was surprisingly beautiful with how it ends with floating lanterns it reminded me a little of Tangled.

The other big thing people are complaining about is no experience. This has pros and cons. pros: the battle in this game a lot of them are scripted or can be ran past no problem. However if you want to buy better weapons or accessories (this game's subtle nod to the badge system) you need a lot of coins. A lot of them. You use the coins in battle to let the Toad audience help you or use coins to buy more time to line up your foes properly. I like this system. While I could have gone for a little more incentive to battle I found myself using my coins even if I had thousands of them. I thought it was a pretty good balance. I don't see why they couldn't have thrown in a little more to make the battles worthwhile though. Why not after ever 10 battles let you pick a stat? Mario's running speed in the over world could be faster, Mario's first strike can be stronger, It doesn't cost as many coins when using them in battle? These are just thoughts I've had if they don't want to use a traditional style stat system. They had max up hearts that raised power and health it's just kinda strange why they don't want to have stats improve or give you another reward for battling other than money.

I will say while backtracking to get missing collectibles I avoided battles outright. If I got into a battle while backtracking I would sigh. I knew there was nothing left for me to spend my coins on so I would try to run from the battle but nine times out of ten I would fail running from the battle. At least the battles go by quickly, but it would use up durability on your consumable weapons. I'm very glad that they brought back permanent weapons and no stickers or cards. This weapon system is a littler underutilized though. I feel like if the designers went in they could have come up with three or four more weapon types. Why not use more Mario related power ups? Why just the fire or ice flowers, tail, and pow block? Why not have a jump move that hits in a 4x4 area like the hammer? They have a hammer item that works like the jump move! Why not have the frog suit back from sticker star or color splash that you can use to dodge unavoidable damage if you don't line up the monsters in time? I loved the battle system a lot more than Sticker Star and Color Splash but it seems like they only scratched the surface of the attacks Mario could do. If you're going to have different weapons that break why not have 10 or 20 unique different weapons as opposed to just more powerful versions of the same 5 weapons? Same with the healing items. Why only mushrooms, when in Toad Town you can get coffee that speeds you up or slows you down? Especially when you find a handful of coffee shops in the game, why can't I buy those coffees there? Why not bring back the cooking in the game from the first two? I know it'll never happen, but near the end of the game you get a spot to cook one item and I really got my hopes up. I know I'm presenting a lot of questions, but this is all I thought about when doing the battles. If they do an "origami king 2" or something that reuses this battle system I feel like there is a lot of room for improvement and a lot more unique encounters. I also feel like they did this because they didn't want to over complicate things. They wanted the battles to be simple after you did a puzzle section. Also the battles are super snappy. Lasting two turns if you get the right line up and can be more if you don't. I think that's a really good way to make the player really learn the right way to move the board. That being said there were many times I didn't see the solution and would brute force my way through making some of the battles a bit of a slog.

They do flip the script a lot with the boss battles. First off "The Legion of Stationary" is great. While it took me a while to get used to them, they were some of the best fights in the whole game. The Tape boss was extremely cool and used an element that I wished more games could use. They let you get comfortable with the battle system then the tape is like "no you can't move stuff around, or you have to move the 2 rings around at once." This was such a cool battle and it really did make you think. I will say it was a little weird that the bosses were real life objects like colored pencils or a bunch of rubber bands, but I thought it was more comical. I know a lot of folks did not like them at all. They were set up and referenced though because all of the tools were mentioned in a bookshelf in the origami craftsman's library. This is how set up and pay off is done correctly because Olly would have seen him using them and so he'd use them against the toads and Mario just a nice little touch really. If you missed the book in the library scene they really hammer it home by showing you the legion of stationary was on the origami craftman's desk. I've looked around online and apparently a lot of the bosses can be beaten differently, they don't all end in 1000 fold arms finishers which is super cool.

Also the two other big mechanics for this game were the 1000 fold arms and the paper macho bad guys. The 1000 fold arm thing was fine, it felt right at home in a game like this which focused on origami. That being said the paper macho characters felt tacked on. They did not belong in this game, They were the other side of the battles being in real time and defeated by Mario using his hammer on them. The reason why they had to have these were if Olivia was not with you like on the cruise ship you had a way to take down a boss without her help, because she's needed for the 1000 fold arm technique. Cool idea, but felt wrong for this game which focused on origami it's like they really really wanted to make this a Zelda game and have action style battles to contrast to the puzzle ones. Again, I could see them being used in another game.

If they do make another Paper Mario game, and I hope they do, I hope they keep pushing the needle forward.Every game since Sticker Star has been a HUGE improvement, and if we're not going back to the original games I hope each game makes an effort to address all of the glaring issues that all of us Paper Mario fans have.

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