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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.3 K Warnings: The angst is still angsting Prompt: Vixen feels like she needs to run away but, Where to? How? This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it Proofread by Lovely @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 54: Sail Away Sweet Sister

Sail away sweet sister Sail across the sea I know you'll find somebody To love you as much as me

Your heart drummed in your ears as you ran upstairs. Taking the suitcase you’d brought and quickly filling it up with some of the clothes you’d left scattered around. Your coat was downstairs, so you took one of Remus’ fluffiest sweaters and put that on top of one of yours.

Whatever you did, you couldn’t stay, because then you might run to Sirius’ arms and tell him all you said was a lie, that you loved him –because you did– and that you dreaded the idea of not being with him, which was also true. Your stomach was so twisted you had to swallow your will to puke at least once as you put whatever you found inside your suitcase.

What the hell have I done? you wondered, as you remembered what you’d said to Sirius, as you remembered using something like charmspeak on Remus. No, it wasn’t like it, it had been it. You had seen your mother use it before, she had told you how it felt to use it, and your grandma had talked about the terrible thing it was, as powerful and disarming as imperius. And then you had gone and used it on your best friend. On the person that you’d left your boyfriend for, no matter how you saw it, you were awful.

Even if you hadn’t meant to do it, even if you didn’t even know you could. You had manipulated –forced– him into leaving you crying on the stairwell and going with Sirius instead. He hadn’t had a say in it, he just mindlessly followed your stupid instructions. It made you feel even worse about the entire situation. You were still crying, hands trembling as you forced shut your suitcase and held it with one hand. You had pulled out Nina’s wand. You had never used it, and you didn’t want to do it either, but you weren’t about to leave the house without any means of producing magic, so you had carefully taken it out of the back drawer and stared at it for a second before shoving it in your shirt and finishing your task.

You looked around, the wonderful and lovely place you had been staying at and almost felt sorry for yourself. But you knew Remus and Sirius had to be alone with each other if they would sort things out and therefore you had to leave.

But where to?

You couldn’t go back to your house, you couldn’t go back to Remus’ house, and you couldn’t go back to the school without sending a note first. You took a deep breath. A place where you could do magic if necessary without being detected by the ministry, a place where you could get a new wand, a place where you could get the stuff you needed for school. Diagon.

You had just stood up from the bed when you heard a faint knock on the door.

Remus was completely disoriented by the time he reached the kitchen. Sirius was curled up on the floor, his head hidden in between his knees and quietly sobbing. Remus turned back to look at the stairs, but you were not there anymore. He swallowed, he wasn’t sure why he’d left, but he suspected what it might have been. You had always been charming, but you had never charmed anyone. Not like that, but it would make sense that you had such an ability, especially after being in close contact with fae things, not only the fruit his mother had given you but also the fae pool.

Either way, he didn’t even have time to process it properly, he was torn, should he stay with Sirius or should he run behind you? There was no easy choice, there was no right choice. He hesitated on the door for a second, and it was Sirius’ quiet sob that had him kneel down next to his friend. He’d talk to Sirius and then the two would talk to you, simple. He placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

Sirius raised his head, hopeful, “Vi–” he started, and then he noticed who was on the other side. “Moony,” he breathed.

Sirius could tell he was worried, Moony looked at him with such a heavy look of concern, his brows almost touching from how deep his frown was. And yet he looked beautiful. Sirius felt horrible, how could he look at Moony and think of how incredible he was when you had just broken up with him for that same reason?!

“What happened?” Remus asked, kneeling down next to Sirius and shutting the door with a simple wave of his hand so no one would walk into the kitchen. He moved one of Sirius’ curls behind his ear to look at his face better. His beautiful eyes were red-rimmed, and his long lashes stuck to one another from the tears he’d shed.

Sirius sobbed, he didn’t even know where to start. “I think…” he stammered, chest tight at the mere thought of it. “She broke up with me.”

“What?!” Remus asked in disbelief. If there was something he was sure of, it was how much you loved each other. He was also feeling incredibly high levels of despair and anguish now. He was not expecting your break-up to be so harrowing for him. After all, if you were both single then that would mean he had a chance with at least one of you.

But he didn’t care about chances, he didn’t care about being with either of you if you couldn’t be with each other. He had seen the pain in your eyes, he had seen the hurt in Sirius’, there was no way you had done it willingly.

“Maybe it’s a prank, an awful prank but a prank. Maybe someone’s forced her to–”

“No,” Sirius mewled. “It was me, I fucked up.” His voice broke near the end of his sentence and he covered his face with his hands. “I ruined everything!”

Remus’ gaze softened as he sat next to Sirius and started playing with his hair in the same reassuring way he had seen you do plenty of times, which just made Sirius’ sobbing increase. He loved and he hated that he did. Remus frowned, “Sirius–”

“I fell in love with someone else,” Sirius admitted in a whisper.

Remus’ hand stopped moving entirely. The sorrow and pain he felt for Sirius had turned into shock. With someone else? Something bubbled up inside him, he felt his muscles tense and his gaze harden. If Sirius had fallen for someone and you had found out about it, then he had broken your heart. Your already feeble fucking heart. Remus wasn’t sad anymore, he was furious. There was a growing hostility inside of him, because Sirius had fallen for someone else and in the process he had hurt you. He’d seen the tears streaming down your cheeks, he’d seen your red and puffy eyes, you had cried and it had been Sirius, of all people, the one that caused it.

“And you told her?” Remus reproached, voice a little louder, judging. “You know what she went through in Christmas you–”

“Of course, I didn’t fucking tell her!” Sirius retorted, borderline angry, he’d never been good at keeping his temper. “She figured it out, she’s always been clever like that.”

“How could you?” Again, it was that judging gaze, Remus was frowning and leaning away from Sirius.

Sirius noticed and huffed, “It wasn’t just me. We weren’t exactly subtle about it.”

“You and who, Sirius?” Remus asked, he could barely hold back the expression of disgust. He loved Sirius but hurting you was crossing the line. “You cheated on her?”

“Of course not! You and me!” Sirius responded, pointing at the two.

Remus froze again. Anger dissipated into confusion, his breath caught in his throat as Sirius’ stunning grey eyes fixated on his. “What…” Remus stuttered, mouth trembling as he thought of the words he needed to say next “What do you mean you and me?”

Sirius huffed again and bit his lip before speaking, “She seems to be under the impression that you like me, Remus.”

“That’s–” Remus’ breath was heavy, he was struggling to think properly, his head was all over the place. What did all of it mean? “Even if I did, she shouldn’t have broken up with you just because of that!”

Sirius let out a pained sort of laugh, “She figured I–” he was cut off by his own sharp intake of breath, he exhaled, “She figured I liked you back.”

Remus was barely processing the words that came out of Sirius’ mouth. His best friend, his everlasting crush, had just admitted how much he liked him and rather than feeling happy about it, he was feeling sorrow for you.

“You’re an idiot!”

“I know,” Sirius said simply.

“How could you fall for someone else when you had her?”

Oh– Hadn’t he done the same? Granted he’d never dated either of you, but he had fallen for both.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius sobbed. “I didn’t even know I liked men until–” he averted his gaze, eyes trickling with tears as he tried to speak again. “She taught me it was possible to like both.”

“And you fell in love with a man shortly after,” Remus reproached. He might have been the man, but it didn’t make it any better for you.

“She said she didn’t love me anymore, she said she stopped loving me the minute she figured I liked you.”

“I doubt that’s true,” Remus said honestly. He’d seen the way you looked at each other, he’d seen the love in both of your eyes.

“It’s bullshit, I could tell!”

“And why didn’t you go after her?”

“You don’t understand,” Sirius said. “She’s stupid self-righteous. She’s not going to come back, not as long as she knows about us.”

“There is nothing between us!”

Sirius turned to him, his eyes still red and teary, but looking at Remus with a sort of accepting gaze, he let out a long breath. “We wouldn’t be in this situation if that were true.”

He looked beautiful, even when his world was crumbling apart and had enough tears streaming down his face to fill oceans. It was ridiculous how much Remus could hate what he had done, and yet love him just the same. How could he hate him for hurting you, when Sirius had done it by doing the one thing he had hoped of him for years?

Remus was hesitant as he leaned onto him, his hand heavy as he placed it on Sirius’ cheek, he wiped one of his tears and Sirius closed his eyes, basking in the calm and warmth that Remus’ touch brought. It had always been calming in some sort of way, but it had never been as soothing as that day. Remus leaned close to Sirius, close enough to feel his breath fan his face, he was about to kiss him, that kiss he’d longed for ages, but he stopped and pulled back.

“We go, and we talk to her,” he said as he stood up, and pulled Sirius along with him.

“What?” Sirius said confused, trying to wipe the tears with his hands, making his face grow redder with how harsh he was being.

Remus was tempted to pull Sirius’ hands from his face but decided that maintaining a decent distance between the two would be better. “We tell her she’s wrong. We tell her I don’t like you, however the hell she might have gotten that idea. And you tell her you were confused and we’ve talked and–”

“She won’t buy it.”

“Sirius.”

“You wouldn’t buy it if I told you I didn’t like her, Remus!”

The former was taken aback, Sirius’ words meant a lot more than they let on: he liked both of them in equal amounts. But Remus was too distracted to listen to it, his breath short as he kept racking his brain for a solution, anything to have the both of you smiling again.

“I barely know how she didn’t notice earlier, for fucks sake, I’ve drawn you none stop lately, I’ve been wearing your clothes as much as she does, we fucking sleep together every other night–”

“That’s for Moony…”

“Is it, though? Is it really for Moony? After the moon? After he accepted Vixen?”

The three of you knew it wasn’t for Moony anymore, but neither would have dared to say it, Sirius might have been the only one brave enough.

“There must be a way. We need to talk to her Sirius… we– I’ll step out of the way,” tears pricked in Remus’ eyes. It was hard to accept what had happened, he sighed. “I’m the one that got in between.”

Sirius looked at Remus with a sort of understanding that only two people in the same situation could have for each other. “I’m as much to blame as you are.”

There was a moment of silence, nothing other than each other’s breath was heard, the gentle and yet ragged way in which their breathing synchronised would have been romantic if they weren’t both close to falling apart.

“We’ll show her then.”

“What?”

“We don’t try anything, I go back to Alice or whomever and when she realises I’m not interested then she’ll come back to you, guilt-free and–”

“Remus,” Sirius interrupted. “For how long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you liked me?”

Remus’ gaze hardened. There was no easy answer. “It wouldn’t matter if I had a longer claim than she does–”

“Longer than we dated?”

Remus hesitated, looking anywhere but at Sirius until he had enough strength to turn back. Those piercing grey eyes, he couldn't lie to them anymore. “Probably since before you met her,” he admitted. “I didn’t know what it was until we kissed.”

“Ugh, I’m so blind!” Sirius complained as he hid his face between his hands again. He remembered that kiss, it had been a wonderful kiss. Of course, he didn’t even think how gay that was until now. He turned to Remus again. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You were dating any girl that winked at you, Sirius. I thought you were the straightest person I knew. I mean I would have thrown my money on James being queer before I threw it on you! Either way, it doesn’t matter, I didn’t say anything and I still wouldn’t have said anything, I’d never want to come in between. I’m sure I’ll get over it and–”

“If you didn’t get over it for 2 years, Remus…”

“Well, I don’t care! Sirius, she’s barely holding herself together after Christmas, you’ve seen her!”

“I’m the worst boyfriend in the world,” Sirius sighed.

“We should talk to her,” Remus said, “We have to go talk to her now!”

“And say what, exactly?”

“I don’t know, I don’t care, but we lock ourselves in a room and we don’t leave until we’ve talked this through. The three of us.”

Sirius was hesitant, he wasn’t sure Remus’ solution would work. He didn’t see a way in which you could just talk it through. He had fallen in love with someone else, he had broken your heart, and he didn’t think there were enough words in the world to fix it. Not when you still loved him and had decided to move out of the way, for Remus and for him.

Not when you thought, with such fallacious certainty that the only way in which either Remus and Sirius would be happy, was with each other and away from you. Sirius gulped and turned to Remus with a meek, almost begrudging nod.

Remus handed Sirius a napkin and he was quick to wipe the track of his tears with it.

“It’s obvious I’ve been crying,” he swallowed. “If anybody sees us…”

“Stand next to me,” Remus said before casting a Disillusionment Charm over his friend. Sirius hesitated before he leaned closer to Remus, he hated how good it felt to be able to stand this close to him, he hated that he kept thinking of how well Remus smelled and how incredible he was at handling these kinds of situations. The absolute reverence he felt for him was so akin to love that he felt he was betraying you, even while he was desperate to fix things, to hug you and pray for forgiveness until his throat was sore and you promised you’d take him back.

The two of them walked side by side, shoulders brushing against each other constantly, Sirius wasn’t sure if Remus was standing so close to him on purpose, if that was how it went with men. Sirius had never dated a man before, he had no idea what such relationships entailed, and he had no idea if Remus stood so close to him because of that or if it was because of how concerned he was. Knowing Remus, it might have been the latter.

And it was, Remus was standing close to Sirius to remind himself that this was real. That it wasn’t a dream, that Sirius liked him back and that it was about the worst possible time for him to figure it out. But he was also there because he wanted to be there for Sirius, he wasn’t sure he’d seen him cry like that since he got kicked out of his house, and he hadn’t even been there, but rather it had been James the one that sent him a letter with the details of the situation before he took the Floo to the Potters. Perhaps the one time he had seen Sirius as upset as he was today, was after the incident with Severus, but back then, Remus had been so angry at him that he had done almost the exact same thing that you’d done to Sirius earlier.

He had left him crying, alone. This time around, he hadn’t been the wronged one, but he had been on the wrong-doing side. And no matter how guilty he felt for it, how guilty the two of them felt for falling in love, there was still a magnetism that pulled them together like the wind called on the waves and like the stars called in the sky.

This time around, Remus was determined to be a supportive friend, not only for Sirius but for you as well. It didn’t matter if he had to bear seeing the two of you together again, in fact, after seeing both of your reactions to what had happened, he wasn’t sure there was anything he wanted more. Or… perhaps deep down, a greedy part of him did. A selfish part of him could see one outcome that would make him the happiest man alive, but of course that was a dream. So unrealistic and ridiculous that he wouldn’t even dare speak it aloud.

It would make him sound too selfish, too greedy, like the men who wanted to have it all and at the end of the story, ended with nothing, as atonement for asking too much of the world. Icarus, Midas, Macbeth, Dorian Grey; all their stories, their lives, they all ended despondently.

Remus had always been coolheaded, and though he liked to think he was realistic, he often veered towards pessimism, and there was nothing more pessimistic going through the exact same thought process you had gone through. To step out of the way to make the other two happy.

Sirius was still standing close to Remus, almost behind him, when Remus leaned over the door and knocked on the door. There was no answer, he knocked again, a little louder this time, and then placed his hand on the doorknob. The door creaked open, and they both looked inside. The bed was messy, your clothes were gone, and they had left along with you.

The knock on the door had been none other than Effie. She’d found you crying with Nina’s wand in your hand. You tried to wipe the tears away when she walked in, but it had been too late, she’d seen them, and she’d seen your luggage.

She frowned and approached you slowly. “Darling, are you okay?”

You swallowed, your breathing was hard, and your face was slightly scrunched up as you shook your head in response. She crossed the room in an instant and wrapped you in her arms. She was taller than you, and she held your face to her collarbone as she brushed her hand over your head. It was such a kind and motherly gesture, that you couldn’t help but shed tears again.

It’s not that you would have gone straight to your mother in a situation like this, but it was the fact that you couldn’t, even if you wanted to, that had upset you even further. She was kind and soft, she was gentle as she brushed her hand over your hair and made a soft, shooing sound for you, almost like the ocean.

“I–” you floundered, “need to leave.”

She pulled back to look at you, she had a similar expression of concern as the one Remus had given you. “Darling, you can stay for as long as you want–”

“No,” you interrupted, voice soft but determined. “I have to, Effie. Please.”

She took a deep breath and licked her lips before focusing her face on you, “Why?”

“It’s complicated.”

“You’re not leaving until you tell me.”

You took a deep breath, your gaze cast downwards before you uttered the strength to say your next words, “I broke Sirius’ heart.” It was the truth, and you felt your own heart shatter with the realisation. It’s for the best, you thought. I must do it, for them.

Effie looked at you, first confused and then, almost reproachingly. As if you hurting Sirius –her son– had changed the entire idea she had of you. But she had also seen the way you looked at Sirius and therefore, was more confused than angry.

“What?”

“Please, Effie. You said you’d help,” your voice was slow, broken. “I can’t see him again, not now. Not until we’ve both processed–”

“You should talk instead.”

“No,” you said again, just as determined as last time. “I can’t talk, or I will make it worse, so much worse. I’ve already made it bad enough. I’ll owe you one.”

Effie bit her lip, “Where will you go?”

“Diagon.”

“You have anyone there?”

“A friend of my mother,” you lied. She squinted her eyes at you, as if she didn’t quite believe you. But you had already lied that day, you had already told Sirius the biggest lie of your life and therefore, these smaller ones came out as simply and naturally as flying did to you.

“We’re not close, but I’m sure he’ll take me, at least until school starts.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll write to you when I’m there.”

Effie took a deep breath, a strong, wise part of her told her that she had to force you to stay, to talk to Sirius and to fix things, rather than run away. But she wasn’t sure you would, even if you stayed. Not with everything that had happened to you, not with everything that you’d gone through. She shook her head as if reproaching herself for the decision she’d made and then looked at you. “Okay.”

You held back a sob, “Thank you.”

She placed her hand behind your back and pulled you outside of the room. You heard a set of steps climbing up the stairwell on the right, but Effie was quick enough to walk the two of you inside a room, shutting the door shortly after. You heard the soft murmuring of Sirius and Remus as they knocked on the door of the other room, and you turned to Effie urgently.

She had taken you into her study. She had a lard chimney behind her desk.

“If you don’t write, I’ll find you,” she said, it was something between a threat and a promise.

“Don’t tell them where I am.”

“I won’t,” she reassured as she handed you the bag with Floo powder.

You took some in your hand and threw it on the chimney. The flames turned green and grew as you said “Diagon.”

You were about to step into the fire when she stopped you, she placed a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t run away.”

You froze. You had been running, from your pain and from your problems and if you stopped they’d caught up with you and then you weren’t sure you’d be able to cope, you’d fall apart. You turned to her, there were tears in your eyes. “Thank you, Effie. I’ll owe you one for the rest of our lives.”

She stared at you sadly. She had seen how distressed you were, she had felt it too. Emotions so strong they were perceived even by others, she had heard of that kind of magic, but she had never experienced it, not with sadness and sorrow, at least.

“Is she here?” Sirius asked, voice on edge as he hastily opened the door. Remus stood behind him, equally pale.

“Who, darling?” Effie asked as if she didn’t know exactly what Sirius had meant.

The flames spit you out into the middle of Diagon, there was still light. You wiped the tears from your eyes and walked straight towards the one place you knew you’d be able to stay at: The Leaky Cauldron. There were a few witches and wizards sitting on the different tables, most of them looking worse for wear. There was a man with a very large bird in the corner. It wasn’t an owl, or an eagle, or anything you had seen on magical creatures and where to find them, but the bird cawed at the man until he threw him a piece of his steak.

There was an old lady reading tarot to a man in one of the corners and she turned to you with a sinister smile, “5 sickles and I’ll tell you your destiny, pretty girl.”

“Thank you, mam. But I don’t do readings.”

“You don’t believe in the power of the cards?”

“I have seen the power of them,” you admitted in a serious tone.

She pulled your hand to hers with a sharp movement. Her grip was hard, and even as you tried to pull back she held you in place.

“Do you want the good or the bad news?” She asked as she tilted her head to you.

“I said I don’t want any news,” you responded sharply. You didn’t like random strangers manhandling you, no matter how old and feeble-looking they might be. You considered taking out your wand but the last thing you wanted was to call more attention to yourself. Not to mention, you didn’t have a wand, and you had never tried to use Nina’s. You tried to pull your hand again and she tutted.

“I’ll give you a free reading, just because of how upset you seem.”

“I don’t–”

“You’ll find love soon.”

You scoffed, laughing at her words in a mocking-like, bitter manner, if you hadn’t done that, perhaps you would have cried.

“A lot of love, it seems to me here that two boys–”

“Stop!” you interrupted angrily. “I said I didn’t want readings. And you’re absolutely terrible at it anyway. Find love? Yeah, sure,” you scoffed. “There are higher chances for me to find a terrible, uncalled-for dеath, than there are for me to find love again. Now, please,” it did not sound like a request, “give me my hand back.”

She let go of your hand as she cocked her head to the side with a curious gaze. “You seem lost child, I can help you find yourself.”

“I know exactly where I am, thank you,” you said as you pulled your hand away from her sharply. You were sure one of her nails had scratched you by the stinging sensation in your hand. You were quick to turn around and walk towards the back counter of the pub where they had a small sign that claimed they had available rooms.

The woman shook her head as she saw you leave and turned to the friend next to her. “You saw it too, right?”

The man in front of her nodded. “She’ll have a surprise when she figures it out.”

“Poor thing, so bitter and yet so young,” responded the witch.

“She might be having a bad day,” said the man with a shrug as he pulled another card from the deck and placed it on the table.

You rolled your eyes and quickened your pace towards the counter. Once you reached, a tall, slightly imposing man gave you an impassive look. “I’d like a room.”

“How old are you?”

“Old enough to rent a room,” you responded. “I’ll stay here for the rest of the week and pay in advance.”

The man scoffed and nodded, handing you a key when you handed him enough Galleons to cover for your stay and then some. “Madam Rim will show you to your room,” he said and nodded towards a small woman sleeping in a chair in the corner.

You approached her carefully and said her name a couple of times before she trembled and turned to you with an angry gaze. The man on the counter snickered when you jumped at her angry look. One of her eyes was completely black, and you weren’t sure if she could actually see you with it. Then when she closed it, it was like that of a reptile.

“Why have you awoken me, child?” Her breath was foul, and you tried to keep the disgust you felt away from your face so as not to piss her off further.

“I was told you’d bring me to my room.”

She rolled her eyes, or well, her one eye, and then turned to you again, “Number?”

“Thirteen,” you said after checking your keys.

“What a terrible omen,” she responded as she stood up, you would have sworn you heard her bones creak as she did. Her back was hunched from age and she looked like the kind of woman muggles would call a witch. In fact, you might have seen her on the cover of one of those children’s books at the Muggle Library.

“Now, that,” you remarked. “Is a prediction that I’d believe in.”

She turned to you with a confused and judging sort of gaze and then motioned for you to follow behind her. She guided you through a long set of stairs and then to a corridor, she stopped in front of a door and motioned towards it. “Your room.”

“Thank you,” you said with a nod and placed the key on the lock. You turned but the door wouldn’t budge. She was almost at the end of the hall when you called. “Madam Rim, I think I got the wrong key.”

She shook her head, “Just push a bit more, it gets stuck often.”

You sighed but did what told, twisting the door and pushing again. Nothing happened. Madam Rim had already left, and you were stuck outside of your room. You left the suitcase you’d been carrying on the floor and attempted to push again but it didn’t work either.

You groaned, exasperated and tried once more, this time leaning all of your weight on your shoulder, but the door opened before you even touched it and you stumbled inside the room, your head would have hit the bed pole if you hadn’t used your hand to stop your fall. “Fuck.”

“Ah,” you complained, looking at your hand. You tried to move it but it hurt, which had you wince in pain as you walked out of the room, grabbed the suitcase, and then walked back inside, closing the door with unnecessary force. It was like the fucking universe was trying to play a joke on you, the door had bounced back and you’d barely had enough time to get out of the way before getting hit.

“Stupid fucking door,” you mumbled as you shut it again, this time being more gentle and pushing it slowly into the frame. When it finally shut, you sighed and walked back to the bed. You’d left the suitcase over the sheets, and that’s when you spotted the keychain Effie had given you. You looked at it and whispered “Green.” Suddenly the sand inside the small hourglass changed into green. Effie would know you were alright with that.

The room was old and worn, but it didn’t look dirty. You let yourself fall on the bedsheets and winced when your hand touched the mattress. You pulled your hand up, looking at it and trying to move it while you frowned. It hurt, it hurt like a bitch, and you still couldn’t compare it to how much more it had hurt to leave Sirius.

I’m going to need a potion for this, you thought as you pushed the suitcase off the bed and accommodated yourself. It might have gotten a dent but frankly, you didn’t care. You let your hand fall again and groaned when it hurt just the same as before. There was a big window that allowed the waning afternoon light inside. You didn’t want to think, so you pulled Nina’s wand and pointed towards them. Surely you could perform a simple spell with it…

Instead, the chair next to the window flew towards you and smashed onto the bed pole. You sat on the bed and looked at the shreds with shock, instantly leaving Nina’s wand on the side, so fast it was as if it had burned you. You threw yourself back in the bed and sighed.

“I will also need another wand,” you said as you stared at the intricate details of the bed’s canopy. You stayed like that, thinking– or rather, just staring mindlessly at the squares and circles, and at the shadows cast by the low light that still came from the window. You must have dozed at some point, since the next thing you knew, it was dark. The shadows had grown so much that they were enveloping you almost entirely. You sighed, the temperature had diminished severely.

For all you cared, you would have fallen asleep and gotten swallowed by the cold. But you had almost frozen to dеath a little while ago and something told you that it would be a terrible idea not to, at least, turn on the fire to warm the room. You had felt what freezing was like, the violent shivering that left you sore and aching the following day, you were not eager to feel like that again.

The boys slept without any heating most of the time, and it didn’t bother you at all since you had always had them to warm you through the night. But today you’d be alone, and you’d be alone until you got back to school, so catching a cold for being too careless and indolent to turn on the fire was not an option.

You considered taking Nina’s wand and using that to light up the fireplace, but you remembered what had happened with the chair, the shreds of it still all over the floor, and you decided you didn’t want to risk burning the entire place down. The last thing you needed was people realising you were in two places with a fire –in which you would have actually been the cause of both– and deeming you an arsonist.

You sighed before leaning up, and wincing when you realised your hand had not gotten much better during the snooze you’d had. When you finally got up the bed you realised you had a bit of a runny nose –probably from the cold– and sniffed before getting to the bathroom and blowing your nose quickly. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a second. You looked terribly doleful, unhappy. You washed your teeth before walking back into the room and sitting on the wooden floor next to the fireplace.

They had some kind of warming charm on them since they didn’t feel nearly as cold as they should have and then you spent at least a quarter of an hour trying to turn the fire on with wandless magic. You had never tried Incendio wandlessly before, and it had been bIoody hard. When eventually you did manage to get the flame going, you threw some old newspaper to liven it up, sighed and leaned in a little closer.

It’s not nearly as warm as they are, you thought bitterly. But they might be warming each other now, as they should be. You didn’t want to be away from the warmth of the flames, so rather than moving back to the bed, you stayed crouched next to them and dug your head inside the jumper. It was Remus’ but Sirius had pinched it and it smelled so much like him, like the two of them, that you started to cry.

Thick hot tears streamed down your cheeks and dampened the sinfully soft fabric of the jumper. Your lips were dry and tasted like salt, and you cried, and cried, over everything that had happened so far. This time you knew there would be no one to bother you, that nobody would find you crying and that no one would ask if you were alright. In a way, you were glad that you didn’t have to hold back your tears anymore. No more fear of being found crying, of being thought of as weak, even if every tear you shed was more than justified.

But there was still that selfish part of you that dared to wish you weren’t alone, that dared hope that you hadn’t left, that you had continued pretending you didn’t know and that you were cuddling with Sirius and Remus, rather than sitting by yourself in the middle of a small inn.

Eventually, in your reluctance to move away from the flames, you decided to sleep there, and you turned into Vixen, but you took off Remus’ jumper off first and once you were a fox, you used your snout to find the bottom hem and slip inside of it, limping a little as you did. It was warm, and it smelled delightful. If you closed your eyes, you could almost pretend you weren’t in a lonely inn, but rather curled up in one of James’ soft beds, right on top of Remus’ chest, and with Padfoot’s snout pushing you as he too tried to get some chest space to rest his head on.

Perhaps once the boys sorted what they had to sort out, you could go back to cuddling them, maybe you could use the next full moon as an excuse. Once they were settled into their own relationship, and once things with Sirius went back to normal –or as normal as they could possibly be after what had happened.

When you woke up, it was because of a small, knocking on the glass. You were not on the first floor, so you shook your head, stirring inside Remus’ sweater before limping outside of it and peering at the room. The fire had almost gone out, but you were still warm, and the thing you’d heard on the window was nothing other than Reese, tapping his beak against the glass.

You turned back into yourself and stretched as you walked towards the window, unlocking the small hook at the top and pushing it open for Reese to come inside, your hand hurt as you did, so you had to manoeuvre it with only one of them. “Hey little one,” you said softly, you then realised he had something tied to his feet.

You hesitated before untying and unrolling the small piece of parchment.

He was flying frantically while looking for you today, he thought you’d abandoned him. Where the hell did you go off to, Vix? I know it has to do with Sirius, he looked upset, and he was whispering about with Remus all night too. He might be my brother but if he did something to you, I’ll punch him for it. Mum told everyone you were feeling sick and that that was the reason you left early. Sirius and Remus seemed confused at it, but they don’t know Mum like I do, I knew she knew something. I went straight to her and asked her. She said it wasn’t her place to tell me what had happened and that I should ask you myself. Problem was, I obviously had no fucking idea where you’d gone to. She didn’t want to tell me, but I can be very convincing you know that already. Don’t worry, I haven’t told Sirius and Remus, if they don’t tell me what’s going on, well then I won’t tell them the information I’ve gathered by myself. I assumed Reese would be able to find you, wherever in Diagon you had gone off to and decided to send my little note through him. I know you’ve been upset lately. You should come back, I can send Sirius away with Remus if you want, I think it’s a bad idea for you to be alone now. Especially with everything that’s going on, but at the end of the day, it's your choice. You better fucking write me every day though, I’m worried sick. You are also like a sister to me. You know that, right? Anyway, I expect to hear from you today, or I might just go to Diagon and drag you back myself, don’t test my patience. Love, Prongs

Sirius and Remus were whispering about all night, that was good, that was great, it meant they were talking. It meant they would be together and then, once Sirius forgot about his infatuation with you –as if he could ever– he and Remus could be happy and you’d be able to talk to them both again, and things would be all right.

You really did believe that to be a possibility, or at least you were desperate to believe in it, you couldn’t see the alternatives, let alone the answer that the entire world had been screaming at you. In the whispers of the mermaids kissing each other, in the loud teasing voices of the ghosts, in the eyes of the old hag that read you your destiny but that you were too obdurate to actually listen to. You looked through the drawers of the old room and found some parchment and a quill. You quickly scribbled something for Prongs. You had to write with your non-writing hand and the letters came askew, but you couldn’t exactly use a spell to fix them, so you tried your best to at least make it readable.

I’m all right. Don’t worry about me. Sirius did nothing, it was me. I’m sorry if I ruined our trip, I was having lots of fun but it had to be done. I’ll send you notes every day, but it can’t be through Reese, or they’ll figure it out.

You bit your lip thinking of a solution to the problem when you remembered the keychain that Effie had given you. Protean charm, you thought. That was the answer. But there was no way in hell you managed to perform a charm of the sort without your wand, let alone with Nina’s wand that seemed to refuse to work with you, so you’d have to buy something.

I have a plan, I’ll get us a way of communicating by the end of the night. I’ll send Reese to your rooftop, he’ll hide behind the chimney. Thank you for caring, Prongs. I also think of you as a brother. Love, Vix

You wrapped the small note on Reese’s feet, cursing as a jolt of pain hit your entire arm for forcing your wrist and sent him off, promising to get him something to eat by the time you came back with a new wand and something to charm.

Sail away sweet sister My heart is always with you No matter what you do I'll always be in love with you

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heartthrobin · 1 year

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cowboy kisses

charlie kelly x fem!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: cowboy charlie (s7e1), soft touch-starved charlie, (fake) blood, mention of vomiting, no use of y/n, mac is a jealous baby, fluff, lotsa kissin'

an: i know this is a very niche part of the market but i needed to get it out my system. it's a personal head cannon of mine that Charlie is ace but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve some kissy kissy and my need to love on him is literally making me a non-functional member of society: so enjoy! remember to reblog and comment to support your favourite writers :3

summary: Charlie makes a handsome cowboy, covered in fake blood or not.

the knock rumbling against your door is almost certainly loud enough to wake up the whole floor of your apartment building. you flinch back against your couch at the sound, flicking off the television that’s been only half entertaining you for the last hour.

“babe! babe!”

even without his calls, you know it’s him. Charlie was the only person who could arrive so unprecedented at your apartment at nearly nine o’ clock at night and not expect a right hook to the jaw as soon as you swing the door open.

you’re halfway to a whisper-yelled “Charlie, keep it down!”, tugging the door open, when you take in the state of your boyfriend.

he’s lively, bouncing on the balls of his feet: hands fidgeting around the orbit of his head. “you won’t believe what happened.”

beyond that, his umber locks are hiding under the reach of a caramel cowboy hat. his chest tucked into a denim vest with a bowler tie flat against it.

most jarring of all is how his whole cowboy get-up and the better half of his face is covered in … is that blood?

“—so then Frank got on one knee and when he proposed, Roxy literally had a heart attack and—“

your boyfriend is still standing out between the hallway and the doorframe, halfway through another outrageous tale that the neighbors are no doubt privy to.

“baby …” your chest tightens and twists in concern. you reach for his face, the blood is caked in his beard but dry to the touch. “you’re covered in blood?”

he quietens at your touch. he usually does. whole body stutters like he’s never been met with a soft hold a day his whole life.

“oh— this? don’t worry, i ate some of these tablet things so i could go on this date with this lady from the internet—“

you’re guiding him gently by the wrist into your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“you went on a date with a lady from the internet?”

he fumbles, fingers drifting to brush against your palm. “well, not for me. obviously not, i have you—“

nudging him through the apartment to lean against your kitchen sink, which he does without resistance, you laugh lightly. “well, don’t let me hold you back, Charlie.“

his forehead tightens in confusion. you love the look of it on your sweet, sweet boyfriend. the water is cool where you run a rag under it’s stream.

“you know what they say, don’t let your current girlfriend stop you from finding your future wife.” your voice curls at the edge, teasing him, and you’re horrible because you know Charlie is no good on picking up on stuff like that.

he shakes his head, hands nervously scrunching at his sides. your own rise to his head, gently bumping the cowboy hat so that it sits further up his crown and you can start working the wet cloth over the crimson marks on his creased forehead.

“why would— you’re my future wife. aren’t you?” it’s phrased like a fact more than a proposal. a clarification.

Charlie is sometimes the most romantic person on the planet, by no fault of his own. he says things like that with such honesty and quiet conviction that it curls a warm feeling between your organs: like maybe he was the other half every person sets out to find between the throes of fighting general existence. at least yours.

you smile at him. that i’m so fucking sickeningly in love with this doofus kind of smile that seems to set him a little more at ease. his fingers are tentative when they reach for your hips.

“i was just teasing, babe. i’m sorry.”

you’re gentle where you’re dragging the cloth over his skin, working from the top of his face to clean it of blood.

“oh.” he settles. “well anyways, so Roxy has this heart attack: Frank is still on one knee, Mac tries to call 911–!”

Charlie rambles and you listen. at least as well as you can with his less than comprehensible story-telling abilities and his talent for being involved in mostly unbelievable happenings.

the rag has made it’s way to his beard, you’re still trying to work softly: hand under his jaw while the fabric works between strands of wired hair, thumb pressing a bump into the hollow of his cheek.

“so after that we hung up. and i came straight here, cause i wanted to tell you.” he sighs, body slumping with the catharsis of imparting his tale upon you. “Mac said i’m a pussy because i’m always leaving them to come here. but i missed you, and i think he’s kinda jealous cause i have a girlfriend and he doesn’t.”

your hand stills, curling under his chin so your knuckle is steering his face up to yours. “Mac can go suck a dick. and i missed you too, Char.”

he’s the one who presses up for a kiss, eyes still wide and desperate as the day you met. you indulge him happily, squishing your nose against his when your lips meet sloppily and your hands wrap around his neck: pushing him further against the edge of the sink.

Charlie hums and it’s your favourite sound. his hands are lost, but excited where they’re chasing up your back and over your face.

your boyfriend tastes bitter and metallic, like the blood capsules he threw up, but also sweet like the melting packet of caramels he keeps in his jean pocket.

you pull back, brushing your nose against his. his face chases yours: eyes still closed.

“you look so handsome in this little get-up, baby.” sighing, hand twisting into his, you say. “you make a good cowboy.”

he perks up at that, “you should hear my accent! what i said to that lady, so, when she opened the door i said—“

there’s a grumble, like he’s clearing his throat, “—tarnation, you look pretty as a peach. yes you do!”

the accent is crumbly but charming in a way that only your Charlie can make it. he nods, grinning and proud, and you throw your head back to laugh.

you pat fondly over his shoulders, “you’re sure talking a lot about this lady you took on a date while i was sitting home missing you like crazy. was she pretty?”

he guffaws, huffs like you’ve asked him about the weather. “nah. i mean … like, not pretty like you.”

there’s a moment of quiet. he waits to see if he’s said the right thing.

“hmm.” you run a gentle thumb down the side of his face. “you know i don’t like to share.”

you press your chest against his and his breath buckles. his skin is sticky with sweat when you push a kiss into his neck.

“you’re kinda making me all jealous with your story.”

Charlie shakes his head. “you-you shouldn’t be.”

releasing his neck with a pop, briefly grinning at the hickey you’ve painted there, you bump your nose lovingly against his.

“i know.” he’s red with a blush now. “wanna put on a movie and not watch it while we make out on the couch?”

he beams. “hell yeah.”

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presleyluvschris · 1 year

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i got you.

pairing(s): mcu peter parker x fem!reader

desc honestly such a short concept. reader is whimpering/crying about seeing peter getting hurt on the news but he shows up perfectly fine, maybe a few scratches and holds the reader on the floor, wiping her tears.

a/n currently craving comfort like this so i wrote this specifically for comfort. hope you enjoy loves.

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warnings grammar, fluff. lmk if i missed anything.

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You took off your shoes at the door, tossing the car keys on the table nearby.

you sighed and went into the kitchen to get yourself a snack before your boyfriend peter came back from whatever he had to do. you always got worried sick about him when he was out at night for so long.

you sit yourself on the couch as soft rain drips down the window, crunching your cheap popcorn and shuffling to find the remote hidden beneath the cushion under you. You turn on the TV to the news of new york, watching all of the dramatic scenes of crime or new updates.

and then, it clicks to spiderman. spidermans news. you shfited your postion to sit up more, you always loved watching your boyfriend get fantasized and loved by the people of your city. But..this time it was different.

The screen flashed images of peter seriously hurt. you felt your stomach drop to the floor as your eyes filled with flashing images of deep wounds and him knocked on the floor. he looked pale, deep purple bruises matched on his face.

your eyes filled with tears and your throat felt like it was burning flames. you hated that peter had to go through this, the one you loved was constantly in danger and it shattered your heart into pieces.

this was the worst you had ever seen him.

tears streamed down your face and into your ears as you go into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. you couldn't bare to even look at the screen any longer. you feel yourself sink against the door, adrenaline rushing through your entire head. my peter.

you choke on sobs as you felt something pierce inside of you. you held your phone close to your chest hoping he would call you back. you needed desperately to know he was safe, alive.

Peter was always working. always. till' he nearly kills himself. You knew he was equipped with powers to sustain himself, and you also knew he was peter. you knew he was always strong and he always got up, no matter how hard he got smashed into the ground, over and over.

you close your eyes and matching tears peirce your head as they fall into the floor, choking on your own throat, resting your head on your knees tucked into your chest against the door.

you feel the bathroom door open from behind you and you nearly scream.

"is everything okay? i heard whimpering was that-"

Peter looks down at you on the floor. He was in his suit, holding his mask in one hand. His expression changed immediately when he saw your red eyes. you looked like you had been crying for hours. he knelt down next to you.

"im so sorry- did i scare you? whats going on?" His eyes were filled of worry as he held you in a hug.

you sobbed into his chest. "What the hell peter i thought you we're dead!" You whimper as you cling to his suit.

"What? No! Of course not- Why- Why would I be dead-" he breathes out, wrapping his arms around you as he feels his suit begin to get wet with your tears.

"You didn't anwser you phone.." you try to catch your breath, pulling away from him with a sniffle, checking him for any sign of wounds.

"Im so sorry y/n, i-i got out late." he rubs your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder, you crying into his.

your voice breaks, "i-i saw the photos on the news- t-they looked so terrible a-and-" tears roll down your cheeks.

"oh" he wipes your face, holding it with his hands as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "The news shows stuff like that all of the time, they probably edited it or something, i'm okay, i promise! Mr. Stark just needed some back up, everything is fine now.."

"I got you." he leans his head against yours and turns his face slightly to press a kiss to your lips, you breathe in and pull away, he wipes your tears with his hand.

you're chest feels warm with the same feeling of home again. your heart starts to swell.

he reaches for your pinky layed beside you on the floor, as he intertwines his into yours.

"i pinky promise, okay?" he pulls you in a hug as he caresses his thumb against your hand, still holding your pinky.

you nod gently, and rest the side of your face on his shoulder, letting yourself relax again.

he gently rests his chin on the top of your head. "im not going to leave you." he nearly whispers.

you nod slightly. "okay."

He helps you off the floor and leads you back to the couch, handing you a glass of water, sitting next you. you feel him wrap his arm around you.

"are you okay?" he asks slowly as he looks at you.

"yeah of course." you breathe out shakily as you take a sip of your water.

sighing, you set the water beside you and snuggle up to peter.

"im sorry you had to see that." he looks down. "i promise it wasn't real."

you nod and he holds your hand.

"what do you wanna do?" he looks at you softly. "i could get you something, or we could go out to a park." He holds his breath, making a puff in his cheeks.

you shake your head. "i just want you right now."

He nods and presses another kiss into your forehead.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" You ask gently, looking up at him from his chest.

His lips curve down as he shakes his head. "No, not at all." He smiles gently.

"Okay." You press your lips together and wipe your face.

You rest your head on his shoulder and he leans against the side of yours, folding his fingers into your hand.

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starry-hughes · 10 months

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meeting the family (nico hischier)

day 14 of star’s ficmas

logan barzal x nico hischier (au)

Logan Barzal was scared. The last boy who met her parents was the same boy who completely shattered her heart. When she swore off hockey players, her parents were on her side, not ever wanting to find their daughter wailing on the bathroom floor.

Nico wasn’t going to see his family for the short break. His Christmas was typically spent with the other single members of the Devils but this year he was spending it with Logan. The two had met in Logan’s coffee shop and bookstore she owned, she didn’t know he was a hockey player until later. She hated him for .5 seconds before he promised he wouldn’t break her heart.

Logan rushed around the apartment with her hair perfectly straightened with a red bow pinned in the back. A cute Christmas outfit. “Can you like calm down?” Mat groaned. Their parents were in the kitchen and their sister was watching Logan with amusement. “Nico will be here soon and I want everything perfect.”

Mike and Nadia Barzal hadn’t seen Logan like this since before her prom. Mat had been living with Logan for years and since she started seeing Nico, he noticed a happier sister. Nico Hischier of the New Jersey Devils dating the sister of Mat Barzal of the New York Islanders, who would have thought?

Nico fixed his red sweater, Logan liked when he wore red. Knocking on the door with a bag of presents in his hand, he hadn’t know what to get her parents but Logan helped pick something out. He heard his girlfriend scrambling on the other side of the door, shouting at Mat to put down the cookies. “You’re here!” Logan breathed as she opened the door. “Hi,” he kissed her head as she hugged him. “Merry Christmas,” she greeted him before dragging him into the apartment. “Come meet my parents and sister!”

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Mat questioned as he gave Nico a bro hug. “You already know Nico.” When the two weren’t on the ice, they were pretty good friends.

“Mom, Dad, this is Nico. Nico, there are my parents, Mike and Nadia. And Liana, my sister.”

“It’s so nice to meet you guys, Logan always talks about her family, thank you for letting me join you guys today,” he smiled. “Sweetheart,” her dad started, “why don’t you and your mom and sister go get Nico’s gifts put under the tree.”

Logan narrowed her eyes at her father and Mat, knowing the big brother and dad talk Nico was about to receive. “Be nice,” Logan elbowed her brother as she walked by. “Nico, I assume you know about the ex,” her dad started. “Yes sir, and I know how much Logan means to me,” Nico looked at Logan who was placing gifts under the tree, smiling at her mom, “and I know how much I love her.”

Logan and Nico sat next to one another at dinner, passing around the dishes and Nico kept his hand on her knee. “How often can you make it to Long Island?” Nadia asked. “As often as I can. Maybe twice or three times a week? Depending on morning skates or travel, I bring the guys to her store sometimes,” Nico explained. “I stayed with Nico when he was injured,” Logan smiled.

Logan and Liana cleaned up the table, Mat lingered but got a look from his parents and went to help with dishes. Before Nico went to help, Nadia started talking. “We were nervous, when Logan told us she was dating a hockey player,” Nadia started, “her last relationship, we thought it was going to destroy her, but you seem good for her.”

Nico smiled pridefully, “I’m glad, I really care about her.”

After dinner, everyone sat on the couch, Logan laid into Nico as Mat opened his present from Logan. Nico had received some stuff from the Barzal Family, just basic sweaters and small gifts. Mat thought he was funny, getting Nico a framed picture of a Baby Logan.

“They didn’t bother you too much while talking to you, right?” she mumbled. “Worried about me?” Nico hummed. Her hand glided over his stomach as her arm wrapped around him, “Always am.” Nico chuckled softly as Liana was thrown another present. “They are just worried about you, I told them I won’t ever hurt you.”

“Hey, Lo, stop cuddling with your boyfriend and open this present. It’s from Nico and me,” Mat tossed a small box over. “Nico and you?” her eyebrows furrowed together. Nico sat up a little bit as Logan sat up. “Thought you could use a small location for your place in Jersey,” Nico smiled, as she unveiled a key. “You guys got me a new store?!”

“Down the street from my apartment,” Nico sang. “I still get her here at least four times a week! She’s my sister!” Mat exclaimed.

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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Hello bestie I am ur local simp, and i am on my knees begging for HCs of the greasers dancing with you in the kitchen, my preferences are Darry and Steve i am begging

A/N: Hey there! Thanks for requesting, I hope you don’t mind the wait. They’re a little short, but I hope you enjoy them!!

DARRY CURTIS

You wanna dance? In the kitchen? With Darry?

Oh honey, that’s nothing new, my boy loves to dance with you, especially during those quiet moments in the kitchen <3

Whether it’s in the morning where one of you’s fixing breakfast, or in the evenings when dinner’s been tucked into the oven and you have nothing else to do, Darry will definitely dance with you

He likes any of the slow songs that mean he can hold you close, tucking you into his body as you sway back and forth together and looking into your eyes, those little conversations filled with sweet nothings

SODAPOP CURTIS

Yes! I cannot stress this enough, Sodapop loves to dance and would give anything to dance with you

Your dancing is not limited to the kitchen! He’ll dance with you wherever, spinning you around at the drive-in or teaching you a few moves at a diner somewhere while the jukebox plays

He’ll slow dance? But he’d rather more upbeat dances, just cause he’s so energetic

But he’ll take the excuse to hold you close, kiss you gently and smile that smile that totally knocks you off your feet

PONYBOY CURTIS

I love Ponyoby with all my heart, but you can’t look at the boy and convince me that he doesn’t have two left feet

Like, I just know that both of his brothers and his mom did everything they could to try and fix that problem but it’s entirely unsuccessful

Plus? He gives wallflower vibes, so I don’t think dancing would exactly be his cup of tea especially not out on some diner floor or school dance, I can totally see him standing by the walls with a cup of that terrible punch and one of Soda’s ties around his neck

Having said that, I think he’d make an effort if dancing was important to you, like he’d offer to take you dancing and spin you around every once in a while

DALLAS WINSTON

The kitchen? Maybe not, Dallas really doesn’t have access to a kitchen that isn’t Buck’s little half-kitchen or the Curtis’ so maybe not the kitchen specifically

But dancing with you at Buck’s is definitely doable, especially if Dal has a few in his system or it’s not too crowded

Also a firm believer that Dallas has two left feet but it’s not as bad as Ponyboy and he can definitely do a little two-step and shuffle with you

He likes dancing with you because he likes having his hands on your waist, letting them drift as low as he can get away with to then bring you closer for a kiss at the end of the song

JOHNNY CADE

I see dancing with Johnny as like a soft and intimate thing?

So like, just the two of you, spinning and goofing around together when you go out or something, dancing to the Curtis’ radio in their kitchen and stuff

That’s not to say that he won’t dance with you to whatever song is playing over the speakers at the drive-in or to what the jukebox in the corner of the diner is playing, it’s just a lot less likely

But, if you beg and plead and kiss him just enough, I’ll guarantee that Johnny will dance with you, 1000%

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Anywhere and anytime baby, Two-Bit is always going to be more than willing to dance with you

I’m not even joking, literally just say the word and Two will be tripping over his own feet to dance with you, he’s so excited <3

He has absolutely no shame when it comes to humiliating himself in public and I think a part of that factors into his dancing, he doesn’t care who catches you dancing and where you dance

So yes to the drive-in, yes to the diner, yes to whatever bar you may find yourself in on a date night, and a definite yes to dancing with you in the kitchen

STEVE RANDLE

I don’t know why, but I just feel like Steve would definitely dance with you, no questions whatsoever

I can just see him pulling you in for a quick little two-step whenever you stop by to see him at the DX, claiming that the song that started on the radio just has to be danced to as he pulls you in

Slow songs, fast songs, I just think he’d have a lot of fun dancing with you, no matter what!

And if you don’t think you’re a good enough dancer, don’t even worry about it, Steve’s not going to care and he’ll make you laugh so hard while you’re together that you won’t have time to stress about it

TIM SHEPARD

Soooooo I have a lot of thoughts when it comes to this greaser and one of the biggest one is how much fun he’d be to dance with-

He’s good at everything, even though he doesn’t look the type to be spinning around on some dance floor, he’s just got some sort of natural talent that makes him look astounding on the floor

Lines dances to slow dances and everything in between, Tim will have no problem dancing with you, especially after he’s had a few drinks and is feeling more laid-back

His hands might drift a little lower than your hips at times, but what else do you expect? He’s a hood! Besides, when you go to chastise him or move his hands, he’ll just give you this little smirk and how could you possibly be mad at that face?

CURLY SHEPARD

Unless he’s in a space where he feels comfortable, I don’t see Curly as someone who would frequent the dancefloor, it’s just not his space

He can do the dances? Would be down to goof off with you when it’s just the two of you? But he’s not big into the dance floor

Kitchen dancing though, that’s really his element and he’ll spin you around so gently, murmuring the lyrics to whatever song is playing while pressing kisses to where is closest to his mouth

10/10 experience, would highly recommend dancing with Curly as you’d feel so adored and appreciated!

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marvelwitchergilmore · 3 months

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Wedding Invitations

Summary: Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader -> You and Colter have known each other since you were 15. He was there to help you once, and he's here to help you now.

Disclaimer: This may end up being a two parter. Light swearing, jerk exes, protective Colter, friends to lovers vibes kinda, little angst, sad fluff, cute fluff, happy-ish ending I guess. Not proof read.

Colter didn’t know what to do, exactly, when Reenie called him and said you needed him.

All he knew was that within five minutes, he was turning back down the highway and headed straight for your home.

A thousand and one things ran through Colter’s mind as he sped down the road. Were you in danger? Have you been hurt? How bad was it?

However, when Reenie called him back and explained what had happened, he felt his heart sink a little.

The last time he had seen you, you had just started dating a guy. It seemed to be going well and you seemed happy enough. Last time he had talked to you, you were elbow deep in wedding invitations, asking him over the phone if he could make it since it was a lot easier than finding an address he’d be at long enough.

And that was just last week.

By the time Colter pulled up outside your home, the second car he usually saw in the background of your facetime, was gone. Your car was still there, so you were definitely home.

Small lights led up the path to your home before the porch light lit up the deck. However, save for a lamp or two, no lights were on inside the house.

He knocked, but no answer came.

So he tried the garage door.

It slid up instantly and when Colter got a look inside, it looked like someone had left in a hurry. Most of what was left was…wedding stuff.

He had to force the door open, but it wasn’t long before he was inside the house.

It smelt of you. Which was an odd comfort for him.

It was like the perfect mixture of blueberry pie, cinnamon and…warmth.

Colter made his way through the house, calling out your name.

There was broken glass on the floor, with a can of unopened soda sat on the coffee table. It was no longer cold and most of the condensation was already sinking into the wood beneath it.

Colter called out your name again.

In the kitchen, he found…blueberry pie.

A slight smile came to his face, before he continued to check the house.

As he climbed the stairs, he began to hurry his steps, searching the rooms until from down the hallway, he spotted the open door to the bathroom.

The closer he walked, the clearer his view became.

There you were.

With your arms balanced on your propped up knees, your head was down and your eyes were closed, tears rolling hot down your cheeks. In your hands, you clutched onto a towel from where you’d dried your face earlier.

Colter walked closer and waited for a moment by the door.

“Well…this feels oddly familiar.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to look up.

And Colter felt his heart break.

You were still crying, but you just looked…beat. Ready to sleep. Ready to cry some more. Ready to just…fall.

Maybe you already had.

“Yeah. Kinda.”

Without a second thought, Colter rushed inside and came and sat beside you. He pulled you inside his side, and you moulded directly into him. You hadn’t realised how cold you were until you were met with the heat of his body and the warmth of his touch.

With a head on his chest, he curled his hand around and placed it on top of your head, almost shielding you from the world.

This wasn’t unlike almost twenty years ago when, after sneaking out to go to a friend’s party (despite the fact he’d already been pulled out of school), Colter found you.

You’d both been partners in History class. And you’d had a small friendship, at least. This also included him knowing who you had a crush on, even if you wouldn’t tell him.

So, when he had lost track of you at the party, only to find your crush making out with the girl who was meant to be your best friend, he knew why you had disappeared. At least, that was what he suspected.

And he wasn’t wrong.

He found you in the top floor bathroom which no-one went to since it was so far up, and if you were that desperate for the bathroom, you wouldn’t have made it to the top of the house.

When he found you, you had been slumped down on the floor, crying your eyes out.

However, compared to then, when your emotions and your voice were also uncontrollable and constant after such an early heart break…it was no longer like that.

Or, at least, on the outside it wasn’t.

When you spoke, despite the constant flowing tears, your voice was shaky but pressured to be even. And by the way you were clutching onto the towel in your hands, that told Colter it was taking everything in your to not break down. To not scream, or cry too loudly, to not sob, to not shake.

However, that last one was becoming more difficult to control.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Colter asked, finding your eyes.

“In a minute. Can you just keep hugging me?”

Colter nodded before pulling you closer, resting his chin on top of your head and squeezing your tighter in his arms.

After a good ten minutes, your tears finally stilled long enough for you to take a deep breath and move back.

“Thank you for coming.”

“You never have to thank me for coming to you.”

You nodded, avoiding his gaze for a moment before sitting up as best as you could.

“I didn’t see it coming.”

Colter just sat and watched and listened as you told him everything that had happened.

“I was at work, grading papers, when he called. He said to come home, instead of going to the wedding venue after work. We were going to sign the final papers. Everything had been confirmed, it was just a final formality.”

“I thought it was a little weird, but when I came home…all of his boxes were packed. And I mean…everything. Every record, every picture, every book, every…thing. It was all packed. Hell, it was even labelled!”

You had to laugh before you cried again. You touched a finger to your eyes, wiping a small tear away from the edge of your eye.

“Apparently, he’d been feeling lost for a couple weeks. Weeks! He didn’t even say anything. He didn’t even…show anything. Everything was normal. We were happy. And…” you took a deep breath, but Colter just waited for you to continue.

“And then he got a call. And I knew. He didn’t even answer it. Just…let it ring. It was so silent, Colter. Just knowing that he was moving on, had moved on before even moving out. I…didn’t even…we were meant to be getting married, Colter. We’ve been together for eight years and to just…leave…”

Colter rubbed his hand up and down your arm, feeling how cold you were.

“How about I make you some tea? Reenie always says that can help? And maybe get you a sweater, you’re freezing.”

“After he left I just…I don’t even remember.”

Colter nodded, standing up before lowering his hands to help you up from the floor.

Twenty minutes later, Colter had boiled the water and made you both a cup of tea before ordering food.

He might not have gotten to see you often, but you’d both talked long enough over the years that he had learnt that when you graded papers you tended to get a little caught up and miss dinner. And considering what had transpired after you got home from work, it didn’t take a genius to figure out why your stomach was rumbling.

It was also in those twenty minutes that Colter came to learn more about your now ex-fiance.

He’d been feeling ‘lost’ for a few weeks, until he met a woman at work. She was a consultant that had come into town for a few days before flying back out to Sydney. Turned out they had grown up two towns apart when they were kids, so had a lot in common. They got to talking and…it grew from there.

On the rare occasion work got caught up, he was actually with her. On dates, laughing and smiling and kissing and just…

“So, what happens now?”

“He’s moving to Sydney,” you told him. “His flight leaves tomorrow. All his boxes were being taken to a storage unit in town. His assistant is gonna make sure they’re shipped over.”

“Did he move them all out himself?”

You shook your head. “Movers came in. It’s odd…they knew my relationship was ending before I did.”

“I am sorry,” Colter told you.

“What for? You didn’t suddenly break up with me, did you?”

“No, but I’m still sorry.”

“Thanks, Colt.”

You took his hand in yours for a moment, until the bell rang.

“That’ll be the food. I’ll get it.” Colter said before standing, quickly kissing your forehead and disappearing down the hall and towards the front door.

However, after five minutes of hearing distant talking, you heard the door shut.

It took you a moment, but you looked behind you and followed the same path as Colter. The pizza box and bag of other items were by the door and Colter was…outside?

When Colter got to the door, the Pizza Guy was balancing the other random take-away bits on top.

“Here, let me-”

“Thanks, man.”

“How much do I owe you?”

“25.”

“Here you go.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Yeah.”

However, as the Pizza Guy walked down the porch and back to his car, Colter spotted a slightly familiar car down the road and a somewhat familiar face walking towards the house.

Leaving the food by the door, Colter walked outside immediately and headed straight for the guy.

“Hey, no, turn around.”

“Excuse me?” The guy stopped in his tracks.

It took him a moment to recognise the face in front of him.

“C…Colter?”

“Hi, Jonathan. Turn around.”

“What-”

“You’re not welcome here.”

“This is my house!”

“No, this was your house.”

“Same thing.”

“Actually, it’s not. See, ‘is’ suggests that you still live here. However, considering you moved all your stuff out earlier today, I’d say that signifies enough to say you don’t live here anymore.”

“Can I at least talk to her?”

“And say what?” Colter asked, stopping Jonathan in his tracks. “That you’re sorry. She’s not gonna want to hear it.”

“How would you know what she wants? You don’t even see her!”

“That’s your excuse? That's because I don’t see her, I don’t know her? You’ve got to have a better come back than that. You know what, I’ll give you another shot. Tell me why I wouldn’t know what she wants.”

Jonathan took a moment, but when nothing came to him, he sighed. “Look, man. I just want to clear the air here and give back my key.”

“And you didn’t think to leave that behind when you packed up your stuff?”

“I just thought-”

“I can give it back to her.”

“I’d prefer-”

“You don’t get a say in this, Jonathan. You were the one to walk out. If you wanted out, you could have at least been a decent human and talk to her, rather than dumping all of this on her on a random Friday.” Colter explained before he paused. “Actually, not that random. On a Friday you were meant to sign off on your wedding venue.”

“Look, man, I already feel as bad as it is-”

“Good.”

Jonathan seemed to get a little offended at Colter’s bluntness.

“Look, man-”

“If you think you’re getting off lightly here, you’re not. You broke her heart. You spent the last eight years together and in a few hours you end everything. You pack up your shit, you print out plane tickets, you tell her you’ve met someone else. Do you even know what you had?”

“Look, man-”

“Say ‘Look, man,” one more time and I’ll do her a favour and start throwing the punches she didn’t earlier.” Colter’s gaze darkened and he seemed to grow broader.

“Look-” Jonathan paused. “Colter. I understand you want to help her but this is really between herself and I.”

“Maybe.” Colter agreed. “Maybe before you pulled this crap but the second you hurt her, that was the second it became my business. Now, I’m sure your new girlfriend is lovely but Y/n? You’ll never meet anyone like her, ever. And you just let her go. Stupidly, might I add.”

“Jees, don’t hold back.” Jonathan tried to laugh.

“Oh, I won’t.”

You watched the two men fall silent for a moment before speaking up.

“Colter?”

Colter’s entire posture and gaze softened for a moment as he turned back and looked at you.

“Yeah? Oh, yeah. Just..give me a minute?”

That was something you were thankful for. You and Colter sometimes never had to speak, you just knew what the other was thinking.

However, Jonathan called your name.

“Wait-”

“Fuck you, Jonathan!” you held up your middle finger, bringing the pizza box back inside before closing the door.

“She doesn’t have to speak to me like that?”

Colter had no words. Just a look, mostly made of confusion.

“I think it’s best if you leave, and don’t come back.”

“Hey, hey, wait! Just wait a minute! I need to talk to her. I need to clear the air.”

Colter sighed. “I’ll do you this one kindness. Tell me what you want to tell her, and I will tell her. Because you’re not getting within ten feet of that house. Not after what you did.”

“It’s not like I cheated on her!”

“Except that you did.” Colter was finally getting Jonathan closer to his car, even if it was through physically moving him.

“I waited until after I left to ask Jen to be my girlfriend.”

“Because that makes a difference?”

“It does!”

Colter sighed, “Jonathan, just do everyone a favour and shut up?”

“But-”

“Don’t come back here.”

It took a second but Jonathan finally got back into his car before handing the key over to Colter. “Just…tell her I never meant to hurt her.”

“Too late for that.”

Jonathan couldn’t say anything else so rolled up his window and drove off.

Colter stood in the middle of the street for a few minutes watching his car roll down the street before turning the corner and heading for the highway.

When he walked back inside, he found you sitting on the sofa.

“What did he want?”

“To give you this back.”

You turned to look at Colter. It was the spare key to your house.

“You can just leave it on the side.”

After a few minutes, Colter finally sat beside you on the sofa, handing you a soda. You lay your head on his shoulder and stared up at the TV screen.

“I feel really crap.”

Colter nodded slightly. “I know Reenie would probably tell you to get up and, I don’t know, go out and get drunk but if you just want to eat junk food and fall asleep, I can support that. And then go out, if you want to do that too.”

You smiled for the first time since you came home. “Junk food and sleep sounds really good right now.”

“Okay then.”

It took a couple minutes to find a film before you both landed on an old showing of a classic hollywood movie. You couldn’t remember the title, but when you'd finished your food and talking to Colter about whatever case he’d been on before Reenie called him, you found yourself falling asleep.

And when you woke up in the morning, something felt different.

You weren’t in your bed. You weren’t in your bed with Jonathan. You were on the sofa. Snug in the crook of it. With half of your body on…a sleeping Colter.

He looked so peaceful.

The sun was still slowly coming up and by the clock on the wall, it was around seven thirty in the morning. Stupid body clock.

You groaned a little and fell back into the warmth of Colter, your head on his chest. His grip on you tightened for a moment before it settled again and you found yourself just listening to the repetitive rhythm of his heartbeat.

Every now and again, your mind would replay the events from the day before. Getting the call, coming home, watching the movers, listening to Jonathan’s voice telling you your future together was over, just like that. Waiting for them to leave whilst you remained in the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water and drying it. Getting the final knock on the bathroom door from one of the movers. Jonathan seemed to be searching for you for a moment and for a split second, you thought he was going to yell “wake up” as if you’d fallen asleep marking papers. But you hadn’t. It was real, and he was asking for his ring back. It took you a moment, and taking it off your finger felt foreign. Strange. Like an out of body experience.

And then it was over.

You were alone.

In a home you thought was going to be yours and Jonathan’s. One where maybe you could start a family one day.

But that was all shattered.

Until Colter.

When he walked into the bathroom, you had a flashback to being fifteen again and crying over a boy in a bathroom at a party. Except this time, you’d spend eight years of your life with this guy and your wedding invitations and seating chart and placements were all in storage in the garage.

And when he hugged you…you knew it would be okay.

You didn’t know if you’d be feeling better the next day, or the day after that or even in a week’s time. Eight years was a lot to throw away in the space of a couple of hours.

But you knew it would be okay.

Colter reassured you with that.

By the time he woke up, him looking at you with a slightly dazed look, you both just lay there for a moment.

“I’d apologise for falling asleep on you, but I don’t think I’m sorry. You’re a decent pillow.”

Colter chuckled. “Thanks.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, but also not.”

“Want breakfast?”

“Not right now.”

“I’ll make pancakes?”

“Eggs are in the fridge.”

Colter chuckled lightly at that before moving his arm from around your back, kissed your head, and slowly sat up. He couldn’t lie. He got a decent night's sleep often, but nothing like that.

“Chocolate chips are in the cupboard.” You called out as he rounded the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.

After a moment you heard; “Got em’.”

Colter stayed for two weeks.

Mostly because he found a case in town nearby. But also because he rarely got to see you and he was helping you.

It was tough, calling the caterers, the venue, the officiant, the florist. It was even tougher calling all the friends and family.

Your family insisted on coming up to see you, but you reassured them you’d be okay. You’d come and see them soon, but until then you just needed some space. Some alone time.

“And you don’t need alone time with me?” Colter asked.

“You don’t ask questions like ‘how could you let this happen?’ and ‘what about my future grandbabies?’ and ‘you know your cousin’s wedding is coming up, we can always tell friends of the family Jonathan is on a business trip’.”

Colter looked a little confused.

“One on my dad’s side. She’s not exactly…thrilled about single women when they could have had the whole ‘big white wedding’.”

Colter shrugged his shoulders, “I could always go with you.”

You laughed a little. “Colter, you don’t have to do that. Also, I’ve been trying to get out of going to that wedding for months. This gives me the perfect excuse.”

“Well, the offer’s always there.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

“What about this one?” Colter asked, showing you a photo.

“Put it in the maybe pile.”

You were hunting through all your photos to find ones to put in the now empty picture frames. After a week, Colter had found you going around the entire house at three in the morning, emptying all of the frames that held any pictures of yourself and Jonathan.

By the time you finished, you carried the last of the boxes from the garage to the attic with Colter’s help.

However, that just left the wedding stuff.

“What do I do with it?”

“It’s extreme but you could burn it?”

You turned to Colter. “Did Reenie text you?”

“Yeah.” He admitted.

You turned back to the box. “It’s not a terrible idea. Though, I don’t have anything to burn them in for such a big quantity. I do have a shredder. Yep, that’ll have to do.”

For the next two hours Colter handed you each placement card and wedding invitation to shred.

And it was there, sitting behind your sofa on the floor, with Colter, shredding wedding invitations, that you knew you’d be okay.

It might take a while, but you’d be okay.

#tracker #colter shaw #colter shaw x reader #colter shaw tracker #colter shaw x fe!reader #tracker disney plus #fluff #angst #friends to lovers #old friends to lovers #two parts #justin heartly #justin heartly colter shaw #tracker cbs #tracker tv show #tracker x reader #reenie

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taters169 · 7 months

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Tin Drabbles

Dark

Masterlist

The first few days living with this new human were weird. Michael had been allowed to eat as much as he'd wanted, sleep as much as he'd liked and generally been left to his own devices. He hadn't ventured much further than the kitchen table other than a few trips to the bathroom where again he'd been left alone to bathe in private without a strict time limit. Definitely weird. Bit by bit Michael started to feel slightly less tense, and with every passing day when he wasn't hurt or humiliated he started to hope that maybe that part of his life was really over.

It had been so long since he'd felt safe. His mother had died when he was very young and her couldn't remember much about her, just a little tune she would hum to herself when she was sewing. It had just been him and his dad since then and he'd been taken out to start learning how to borrow when he was 10. He'd never been as good at it as his dad but he was keen to learn and eager to help. Then his dad died when he was 15, he'd had a nasty cut from a nail and got really sick. Michael had even borrowed some medicine from the humans cupboard but it must not have been the right kind because after a few days his dad was gone.

All alone in the world Michael had carried on as best he could, the human in his house was an old lady who lived alone but when she died a new human moved in. Michael knew he would have nightmares about that man until the day he died. It was just meant to be a quick trip along the kitchen counter in the middle of the night, he'd taken a couple of grapes from the fruit bowl and was on his way back home when the lights suddenly switched on and he was seen.

Michael shuddered wanting to push away the memories of that horrible man.

Vince didn't seem like that at all, he seemed to actually want to be friends. Michael just wanted to know for certain so he decided to test his limits

"Vince?" Said Michael one evening as they finished their dinner

"Yeah bud?" Vince replied

"Um, I was wondering if it would be ok for me to sleep somewhere else tonight?" Michael asked nervously

"Yeah of course you can! You don't need my permission for stuff you know you can do as you like! Where were you thinking of?"

"I'd like to try in the walls" said Michael

"In... the walls?" Asked Vince confused

"Um that's where Borrowers usually live, in the gaps in the walls or under the floor boards." Answered Michael nervously

"Oh OK, is that so you can stay hidden?"

"Yes. It's meant to be somewhere humans can't reach"

"Ok so do we just knock a hole into the plaster?"

Michael chuckled at the human being willing to wreck his home to help him "no I'm sure I can find a gap somewhere, there's usually space under the sink where the pipes come in"

Michael was right there was a tight gap where he could squeeze in around the pipes under the kitchen sink. Vince had provided him with a new hook and string as well as a pin to use as a weapon if needed. He'd thought being back in the walls would give him that sense of safety he'd been missing for so long. He'd always been safe in the walls but now the darkness wasn't comforting. The tight space felt like it was closing in around him Michael closed his eyes and tried to breathe through his oncoming panic attack but with his eyes shut he could see the face of his captor laughing as he was closed into the tin. He couldn't breathe he had to get out.

A moment later he was back under the sink thankful for the light where Vince hadn't closed the cupboard door yet. He fell to his hands and knees sobbing and crying to get his breathing back under control

Vince noticed Michael back sooner than he'd expected but when he saw how upset the little man was he dropped to his knees to get a better look

"Michael! What happened are you OK? Are you hurt?"

Michael just shook his head not trusting himself to speak yet

"Can I pick you up?" Asked Vince

Michael gave a small nod and was gently scooped up into Vince's hand. Holding him to his chest Vince gently rubbed his thumb down the little man's back like he had done that first day. Michael gripped onto the huge shirt in front of him and sobbed.

Eventually the crying quieted and stopped but Vince kept gently stroking down his back.

"Sorry" sniffed Michael quietly rubbing his face and trying to pull himself together

"Don't be daft, nothing to apologise for. Are you OK?"

Michael sighed deeply "no, not really"

"You can try again later if you like?"

"Urgh! I hate this!" Exclaimed Michael. "Small dark spaces are meant to be safe, to feel safe. But all I could think of is being trapped in that tin again, thinking I was about to die. How is it that I'm free of him and still not free of him? It's not fair" Michael began to cry softly again.

"Give it time, give yourself a break. You said you were stuck with that guy for years right? Well it's barely been a week of course you're still gonna struggle. I'm positive it will get easier with time" Vince lifted Michael so he was at eye level and gently brushed a tear from the tiny man's cheek. "You know the offer still stands to beat the shit out of that guy, you just tell me where he lives and I'll go tear him a new arsehole"

Michael chuckled softly and hugged the giant thumb, "We moved 3 or 4 times when I was with him I wouldn't know where to start. I don't even know his name, he always insisted on 'master' or 'sir'. "

"What do you want to do about sleeping then? Do you want to try something else?" Asked Vince

"I dont know what else to try, I've always either lived in the walls or in a cage" replied Michael sadly

"Ok so we need somewhere that's your space, that you can get to easily but not feel trapped or in the dark" Vince said as he began wandering around his flat still holding Michael in his hands "what about the bookcase? I could empty out the bottom shelf?"

"Um yeah that could work" said Michael "as long as its not too much bother"

"No bother at all! Here look" Vince placed Michael on the floor by the bookcase and started removing books from the shelf. When the shelf was about half empty he arranged the books in stacks on the floor in front so that the empty space behind was partially hidden. He fetched the blanket that Michael had been using as a makeshift bed and put it on the empty shelf

"How's that?" Asked Vince

Michael stepped into the space, it was small enough to be cosy without feeling trapped, covered enough to feel private without being too dark

"Its perfect" said Michael with a smile

"We can definitely work on it, set up something more permanent for you. I'm off work tomorrow I'm sure we can get at least the bones of a house up for you. Oh wait a sec I've got an idea" Vince suddenly stood up making Michael back up nervously. The giant returned a moment later with a small pen torch. He clicked it on to show Michael how it worked then placed it on the blanket

"This way if something spooks you, you can switch on the light. Or you can leave it on all night if you like" said Vince

"Thank you" said Michael, genuinely touched by the gesture. He could feel tears threatening to fall again. Blinking them back he walked towards the giant's hand resting his smaller one on top of Vince's finger. "Thank you for everything" he said smiling up at the kind giant

Vince smiled back and gently brushed his thumb over the tiny hand

"Happy to help, you deserve to feel safe Michael. Anything I can do to help that just let me know"

#gt #g/t #the Tin

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lowkeyrobin · 8 months

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EVIL DEAD RISE ; your death/possession

includes ; danny, bridget, & beth

warnings ; language, blood, possession, death/murder, deadite stuff

an - this is very half serious and I honestly apologize bc this isn't great LMAOO

masterlist

DANNY

you probably get killed just before him

like during the 2nd fight w bridge, she gets you with a slit of the neck right in front of Dan so he can watch

ughhhh angst jfc

he just stands there wide-eyed as you fall to your knees, gurgling up blood as you beg and plead for Danny to help you

he can't even move, he's just so terrified, shocked and unknowing of what to even do

you just dropped down on the floor dead, bridget standing over you with a smile, danny pinned against the kitchen counters

he's able to knock bridge down again but at the cost of his own life again

he dies in Beth's arms and joins you in the afterlife

you two cause some chaos to Beth and kass before he becomes one with the Bixler mutant and you're eventually a forgotten host for the parasitic demon

BRIDGET

after ellie, you became the next victim, she'd ended up stabbing you with the needle instead of bridge

basically bridges turning scene w the ooze and maggots but you puking them up in the sink

she was the first to find you, and she busted into tears

seeing that it could spread scared the hell out of her

you lunged for her and she was able to move out of the way, accidently leaving you to land on Beth behind her

basically bridges first fight scene, but she takes you down with a knife stab to the brain while you're trying to strangle beth

she starts crying right after, killing you literally broke her inside like holy shit

you'd ended up getting some scratches on her which ended up getting her possessed too

after she's taken down w staffanie, you're crawling around the vents to trick kass and danny

bridge takes down danny while you open the door for ellie

Dan dies blah blah blah

you die again from Beth stabbing you in the eye with some glass lol

burned bridget era also

BETH

you were the last to go

you were w her and kass, running to the gate

the mutant demon got kass and you and Beth fight to get her back

the demon is able to get you knocked down while Beth regains her footing on the car, and shreds you alive in the wood shredder

feet first too

beth is literally soaked in your blood, adding to the blood shed collected through the night

she just sees red as you eventually die once you're neck-deep in the machine

she lets her anger take over to kill the thing

from ellies teasing to the thought of the whole situation, her niece, nephew and sister dying, having to protect kass, and now you're very brutal death, yeesh

the fact the demon wasted you too

damn

she kills the mutant though

her and kass leave, not without her grabbing the chainsaw first

she kisses the back of her hand where you first kissed her

little circle back situation lol

#danny bixler x reader #bridget bixler x reader #evil dead rise preferences #evil dead rise oneshot #evil dead rise x reader #beth bixler x reader #lowkeyrobin #evil dead rise

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allemantheias · 9 months

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Parent triangle. Part 6.

Drunk, homophobic father.

LINKS ARE BORKED, REDOING LATER! Word count: 2622. Warnings can be found in part 1. Read Parent triangle on AO3.

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I'm packing the last of my stuff in crates and boxes, I'm moving in with Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the week, when I hear a knock on the door. I push myself up with the help of one of the wooden poles at the corners of the bed frame, have a hard time getting up from sitting on the floor on my own now my babybelly is getting more pronounced. I'm getting pretty round at five months, can't be missed anymore by people who don't know. And there is no way to hide it since it's August, the middle of the summer. I'm dressed accordingly, in a thin shirt and sweatpants that reach above my knees. The silhouette of my dad is visible through the opaque glass of the front door. What's he doing here? Shit, he doesn't know that I'm pregnant! There is no way to hide it!

"Lauren, I can see you. Open the fucking door!" Of course, he's drunk. What a pleasure. Reluctantly I open the door a bit, hide my body behind the part that's not see-through. The stench of alcohol creeps up my nose, makes me nauseous.

"Who let you into the building?" The main door into the building can only be opened by a key or by a button inside an apartment.

He doesn't care what I say and barges in. Makes me step aside from the force he uses to open the door. His eyes instantly fixate on my stomach. "Spreading your legs for two gay guys and even getting knocked up by them? I've always pictured you as a whore. I'm happy the suspicions I've had all these years were correct." He hits me in my face, burns his handprint on my cheek.

"You should have raised me better, then." I bark back, earning myself another imprint on the same spot. "I hate you! You were never a dad to me! Leave and never show your face again!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He closes the door behind him and pushes past me to the kitchen.

"I said leave!" I see him rummage through the drawers and he takes out the biggest knife I own. My heart rate goes wild.

"Sweetheart, let me help you by cutting it out of you." He runs his finger on the sharp edge. "Perfect. Now be the good daughter I deserve and let me have some fun before I remove that abomination, run away and hide."

As fast as my legs can move, I run into my bedroom and lock the door after it closes with a smack. This flimsy lock won't hold for long if my dad tries to force it open. I grab my phone and call my mom. She's not picking up. "Fuck!" Heavy footsteps make their way through the hallway, stop in front of my bedroom door. The knife's blade clangs against the metal door handle.

"Darling, I'll make it quick and easy because I love you."

Rudy is the first one I find in my recent calls and I call him. He will know how to handle the situation. "Hey Lau, what's-"

I cut him off. "My dad's in my house threatening me with a knife. He's drunk. I'm scared!" I hear him curse, then other people asking him something and the static of their radios. Fuck, he's on the field and not at base?

"Alejandro, get your ass to Lauren's ASAP, her father's trying to attack her. He's drunk."

Loud bangs on the door scare me and I yell. "I'm done playing with you. Get out of your room, whore!" My dad punches his fists against the door again.

"Lauren, are you okay?" Rudy asks worried, heard the noise too. And my scream.

"For now. I locked myself in my bedroom."

"Thank god." He sighs. "Push your bed in front of the door. I know it's bad for the baby to push something so heavy, but I need you to survive." I get off my bed and take a second to think about how this will affect the baby. I haven't done much exercise lately, my energy has been too low since two months. My bed is on the opposite side of the room, and it's a two-person bed. I put my phone on speaker on the mattress and breathe in. I groan while pushing the frame with every bit of strength that I have. I'm stronger than this! "Alejandro is on his way, princesa. Stay on the phone with me, okay?" The door creaks after getting hit with a blunt object and I stop moving the bed, wait for what's to come.

"I'll be right back, honey."

Nothing happens for ten seconds and I grunt when I push the bed again.

"Come on, amor (love), you can do this." Rudy motivates me to keep going. I can do this! I'm not weak! It's only a few more decimetres. I give it everything I have in me and succeed in reaching the door, rest my upper body on the bed in exhaustion, while sitting on the floor next to it.

"I did it." I catch my breath for a bit and try to listen in to what my dad is doing in the storage closet. I only hear rumbling and the opening of boxes and containers. He's searching for something he can open the door with!

"She's in her bedroom, she barricaded herself inside." Rodolfo explains to Alejandro on his radio. "They're going inside now, Lauren." My heart jumps when I hear heavy footsteps coming from the front door. That has to be Alejandro! "What stupid skank believes two gay guys can protect her?" My dad yells, is clearly mad.

"Says her father with a knife in his hand, he tried to use on his daughter who he just called a skank." Alejandro laughs at him. "You know we're special forces. We'll protect her better than you ever would. And could." "Are you sure about that? Who's gonna protect her when you're dead?"

"Gun! He has a gun!" Someone else yells out. Three gunshots are heard from the kitchen, the deafening sound sends shivers across my spine. My dad had a gun on him? I didn't know! Is Alejandro okay? Did he get hit? Is he alive? What about the other people that are inside? I have to see what just happened! I pull my bed away from the door and unlock it.

"Lauren, no! Stop! Don't get out of your room!" Rudy tries to keep me safe. I can't listen and open the door, look around the corner. "Lauren? ¡Maldita sea! (Damnit!) Fuck!" I hear him yell from my phone. "At least take your phone with you!" I grab my phone and make my way to the living room silently. Soap! Kyle! They are here too? Why are they here again? When did they arrive? Kyle gestures to me to stop moving and keep quiet. I look around and see a trail of blood on the floor. My eyes follow where the trail leads and I see Alejandro lying on the floor, behind the half wall next to the couch. He's awake!

"Alejandro!" I can't hold back the shock from seeing him hurt. "Rudy, Alejandro's hurt!" I cry.

"¡Mierda (Shit) Lauren, get back to your room! That's an order!" Rudy tries his hardest to get me to a safe place.

"Fine!" Before I can walk away, my dad pops up from the kitchen and hits me in my stomach with an object. Everything goes blurry. Wails of pain leave my mouth and I wrap my arms around my belly. The baby!

"Lau, what happened? Talk to me."

"The poor girl can't talk right now." My dad kicks away my phone, which I dropped from the pain, and hits me in the head with the gun he's holding, making me blackout. "Lauren, wake up." Soap's voice lets me open my eyes. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"My head hurts." I whisper.

"Yeah, your father got you good." He places a cold, wet cloth on my head, on the painful spot. I remember my dad hitting my stomach and gunbutting me in the head.

"Lauren!" Rodolfo rushes into my bedroom and kneels down next to my bed. "Mi amor (My love), don't ever scare me like that again." His words make me cry. I got myself and our baby in danger! And Alejandro and the others too because I didn't know my dad had a gun.

"What happened to my dad?"

"He got shot a few times and we arrested him when he dropped his weapon after he got shot in his arm." Soap tells me.

"Oh, he's still alive?" I wouldn't have cared if my dad died. The asshole tried to kill me and my baby! And Alejandro!

"Alejandro is off worse than him." Rodolfo scoffs.

"Where is he?" I get up, but get pushed down again by Soap, who sits next to me on my bed.

"Stay down, you may have a concussion." He removes his hand from my shoulder. "He's in the living room, getting stabilized before the paramedics can move him."

"I need to see him." I beg.

Rudy pinches the bridge of his nose and gives in. "Por favor, mi amor (Please, my love), be careful." Both men help me up and Rudy supports me. I whimper from the pain in my stomach when we move. What if the baby isn't okay? "¿Estás bien? ¿Dónde le duele? (Are you okay? Where does it hurt?)"

"Stomach, my dad hit me." I see the anguish in his eyes when I look up to him. He doesn't need words to tell me what's on his mind. Our baby's health. "Ale!" I see him in the living room, on a gurney and rush towards him, almost tripping because of the pain in my stomach.

"It's okay, doll. I've been through much worse." Alejandro grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.

"I almost got you killed because I didn't know he had a gun on him!" I cry in his arms. "Where did he get you?" There is so much blood on him and in the living room, preventing me from seeing how badly he's hurt.

"Just my arm and shoulder. The one somewhere in my abdomen hurts like a bitch. But I'll be fine, cariño (darling)." He grunts from the pain as he pulls me in tighter. Rodolfo rests his hand on my shoulder to let me know I need to step back and Alejandro lets me go. The paramedics move him out of my apartment and Rudy wraps his arms around me while we look at them, tells me we'll go to the hospital soon. Our baby and my head need a check-up too, after everything that happened this afternoon.

"Let's get you to the hospital too." Rudy helps me sit on the couch while I look out of the window, watch the ambulance drive away. "Got your bag, babygirl." He puts my bag on his shoulder and supports me with the other side of his body, walks me outside. Thank god the building has an elevator.

"Ghost!" I'm happy to see he's here too. He's holding his sniper. "Where were you?"

"A building across the street to assist, just in case a heavy hit was needed." With that he means killing my dad before he could badly hurt someone. I look up at my apartment and see the window wide open. They did that to not break the glass in case Ghost had to shoot, I assume. "I got the car keys, Rudy. We'll make our way back to base after the police are done investigating and we closed up." Ghost lays his hand on my shoulder for a second and walks inside the building.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

On our way to the hospital I call my mom again, this time she picks up and I tell her what happened. Why dad hit me in my stomach and head, and that he shot Alejandro multiple times. "Don't worry, princesa. He's been through worse." Rudy assures me.

"He's been in there for hours and no one is updating us." I stare at the doors in front of me, which lead to the section with operating rooms. Tears stream down my face.

"El único que puede matar a Alejandro es Alejandro." He hugs me, tries to calm me down.

"What does that mean?" I dry my face, only for new tears to fall down immediately after.

"The only thing that can kill Alejandro, is Alejandro." Rudy's translation makes me smile through the tears because nothing is truer, Alejandro has been through the worst shit imaginable. It's a miracle he's still alive. Rudy too. They both have a plethora of scars to prove it. "Mi amor (My love), sit down. You need to rest, for your head and our baby." I listen to him this time. Our baby is okay, got protected from my dad's hit because of the amniotic fluid. I got out with a light concussion and have to rest for a week, after which I need another check-up. I sit down next to Rodolfo and put my head on his shoulder. The wait is tedious.

An hour later a nurse let us know the surgery went well and that Alejandro needs to stay for the rest of the night and part of the day tomorrow. It may be longer if there are complications, they need to check for internal bleeding multiple times throughout the night and morning. They keep him asleep for the rest of the night and will wake him up in the early morning. We're visiting him tomorrow when visiting hours start, at one in the afternoon. Hopefully we can take him home with us too when visiting hours end. My mom visited in the early evening and asked me how my hospital check-ups went and how I felt after everything that happened today. She said she was kind of glad dad got arrested, his abuse while drunk got worse the past few months and she was too scared to divorce him. She will now, luckily. Dad will be in jail for a few years anyway, for attempted murder of a Special Forces soldier and assaulting me. The trial will begin as soon as the reports on him are ready. Rodolfo and Price need statements from everyone that was present. "Princesa, you really need to rest now." Rodolfo enters the kitchen, where I'm drinking a cup of warm milk.

"I can't sleep. I'm too worried."

"The worst is over, Alejandro will be fine from now on."

"What if an internal bleeding happens?" There is still a risk that he won't make it and it terrifies me. "What if they check on him too late?"

"They'll call me when anything happens. Don't think about it too much, everything is going well as long as they're not calling." Rudy tries to reassure me everything will be okay. I can't fully believe it and can't take my mind off of it. "Come to bed with me, mi corazón (my heart)." He waits for me to put my cup on the counter and I take his hand after. He leads me upstairs and gets ready for bed in the bathroom. I crawl into bed and feel Rudy hug me a few minutes later. "Tranquilo amor (Relax love), everything is okay." He tells me again. I'm finally able to fall asleep with his arms around me and his body tightly pushed against mine. It feels good to be safe again. Today was horrifying. Not only because I could have died, with our baby, but Alejandro, Soap and Kyle too.

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luimagines · 4 months

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Mafia imagine: Mr. Wiggles

Legend held a small gift bag and he took a breath to let out any nervousness out of him. He seen them nervous about their surroundings and try so hard not to bump into anything all morning and the group so this idea came to him as he walk to the playroom were the child is likely at this time then seeing the playroom door open, legend knock on the door to let them and their wolf know that their not alone now.

Legend: hey kiddo, it's me legend.

The child look up from the floor while they stop moving their hands on a book thats cover in Texture and turn to were they heard legend as wolfie watching from the couch.

Blind child: h-hello legend. How-w is you-ur day?

Legend slow enter the room and made as much small noises as je can yet letting them know were he is at all times. Once he infront of them, he get on his knees while holding the gift infront.

Legend: my day is okay but I got you a gift.

This made the child confused and til their head a bit making their bangs til to one side of their face as legend smile .

Legend: here open the gift.

Legend gently hand the gift bag while he gently guild the tiny blind child hands to the gift bag and help them pull out the stuff elephant at have a few small bells attach with. The bells let put a soft noise that the child ears twitch to hear the sound.

Legend watch them feel the soft stuff animal and the bells too, legend glad he took time on checking the stuff animal and make sure it's safe enough for the child.

Legend: It's a stuffed animal buddy, and it's an elephant .

The child hugged the stuffed animal and looked up to try face legend with a smile. Legend smile again, glad they like it.

Blind child: thank you big brother legend.

The child says with a gentle and happy tone that legend feels all his past worries disappear and he lift his hand up to pat the blind child head.

Legend: no problem buddy, what will you name the stuffed animal?

The child let out a hum thinking of the name til their ears pin up.

Blind child: Mr. Wiggles

(Couldn't thelp it)

Bonus!

Legend yawned as he headed to the kitchen of the base to go get something to drink as he enter the doorway to the kitchen but stop and see the stuffed animal is moving completely on its own and soft bell noises whenever it moves. Legend blink and rub his eyes to hope he's Hallucinating, but mr.wiggles is still moving, even picking up a water bottle and turn to faced the doorway. Legend confused as mr.wiggles walk over til it face legend and it use its trumpet as in tell legend to step aside which legend did as Mr . wiggles walk all the way back to the blind child's room as legend stand there.

Legend: oh shit......that...its.....hope boss never finds out.

Uh-oh.... There is more to Mr. Wiggles than meets the eye. o.o

This is very cute though. XD

Legend would have been very awkward at the beginning, but unable to stand by and do nothing, he goes to get the kid their own toy- making sure that it makes noise since it's not like they'd be able to interact with it visually.

Small fun fact about Mr. Wiggles. I actually thought that it would be really cute if they got a baby toy. I was basing him off of the soft plushies that I see in the baby section but combine it with some other toys I've seen. For example, when my dogs were puppies we got them this little flat, crinkly zebra that has teething nubs for the feet and they loved thrashing him around.

So I thought it would be cute if an elephant had Dumbo sized ears but they were also crinkly. Make it soft enough to hug, firm enough cuddle with and add a bell for further enrichment and now you have Mr. Wiggles. :D

#pinky replies #blind child #mafia! chain

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mama-qwerty · 1 year

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You know how ferrets will gather up and hoard stuff? I imagine Eclipse does the same. Callie can't find her serving spoons so she goes to search his room

The gremlin would TOTALLY hoard stuff. ~~~~~

"MOM! WHERE'S MY APPLE HOODIE??"

"How should I know? Clean your room and maybe you'll find it."

"I DID AND IT'S NOT HERE!"

"I don't think it's in the laundry, so look again. It's gotta be there."

"IT'S NOT!!"

"THEN I DON'T KNOW SILVER, STOP YELLING ACROSS THE HOUSE!!"

Callie heaved a sigh as she shook her head. She loved that little hedgehog to bits but sometimes that boy couldn't see something even if it were right in front of his face.

Besides, she had her own problems.

She opened another drawer. They shouldn't have been in here in the first place, so it was no surprise when she didn't find them. With a grunt she closed it again, her brow furrowed.

Her measuring spoons were missing. She'd looked everywhere--in the dishwasher, under the counter, in every drawer in the kitchen--they just weren't anywhere. Like they'd grown legs and wandered off.

A lot of stuff around the house seemed to have developed that ability lately.

Clothes. Her spoons. Bits and pieces out of the trash. A few of her hair ties. (Okay, the cats may be behind that mystery, as she'd caught Bloom tossing one in the air to chase a few days ago.)

She and Silver always seemed to be missing something. If it were just Silver, she could brush it off as his forgetfulness. He often just put things down and forgot where.

But it wasn't just him. Callie was nowhere near a neat-freak, but she liked things in a certain order. (Because, she too would lose things if she didn't have a specific place to put them.) And those things were walking away, too. Things she knew she'd put away properly.

So, if she was losing things, and Silver was losing things, that left one other person in the house as a possible suspect. And he hadn't complained about anything going missing.

With a sigh, Callie headed toward the stairs. It was time to ask her second son a few questions.

~X~X~X~

Eclipse hunkered down in his closet, hugging his knees to his chest. His gold-on-black eyes flickered over his treasures. Things no one else cared about. But they were special to him.

His newest acquisition was a small set of spoons all connected with a little plastic ring. They fit neatly inside each other, but could also spread out like a little fan. He'd seen them in a drawer in the kitchen, and they never seemed to be used, so he figured they were okay to take. They were neat. He liked spreading them out and then tucking them back together.

He smiled. This stuff was his. His. And it made him happy.

A knock made him gasp, and he scurried out of his closet and closed the door behind him. Then he moved to the bedroom door, and opened it a crack. Callie stood in the hallway, and gave him a little smile.

"Hey, Monkey. Can I come in?"

Eclipse narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

She shrugged. "'Cause I wanna talk to you."

"Can't we talk downstairs?"

Callie raised an eyebrow. "Some reason we can't talk in your room? You hiding something?"

"NO!"

Eclipse groaned inwardly. That sounded suspicious. And by the look on his adoptive mom's face, she thought so, too. He cursed himself and begrudgingly opened the door wider to let her in.

"Thanks, oh suspicious son of mine," she said with a little smile as she walked in. He didn't have a bed to sit on--he slept in a hammock hanging in the far corner of the room--so she lowered herself to sit cross-legged on the floor. She patted the spot in front of her. "C'mere. I wanna ask you something."

With a sigh, the little darkling moved to sit down, copying her pose. His tail curled around to the front, and he absently grabbed the end to squeeze and tug.

"Silver and I have been having some things going missing around the house lately," she said, her voice soft. She ran a hand down his head as she spoke. "I was wondering if you had anything go missing, too."

Eclipse kept his eyes trained on the tail in his hands. He shook his head. "Nuh uh."

"Oh, well, that's good. Because it can be really frustrating to have something you need disappear. And, depending what it is, it could also be a little hurtful. If it was something that meant a lot to you."

Eclipse ducked his head a little lower.

She knew. Somehow she knew what he'd been doing.

He hadn't thought about making anyone frustrated or hurt--he just saw the stuff laying around the house, not being used. If it wasn't being used, that meant it wasn't wanted, right? Better for him to pick it up and keep it safe instead of abandoned, neglected, and tossed aside without a second thought. Because that was a horrible feeling. A terrible, horrible, awful feeling.

He bit his lip as he felt his mom's eyes watching him. She didn't say anything else, and it didn't feel like she was mad at him, but her gaze felt heavy all the same.

"Do you know what happened to everything that's gone missing?"

The question was soft and gentle. Not accusatory. Not blaming. Not angry.

Eclipse swallowed hard.

Without a word, he stood and walked to his closet. He pulled the door open, standing with his head lowered as the light from his room spilled inside.

His gaze was on the floor, but he saw his mother push herself to stand, and move over to look inside the closet. After inspecting the pile of stuff, she turned and hunkered down to tuck a knuckle beneath his chin and lift his gaze to meet hers.

"Tell me about this," she said, her voice still so soft. "Help me understand."

Eclipse stared at her for a few seconds, before pulling his face away and stalking to another corner. His brow furrowed, and he crossed his arms.

"Doesn't matter," he hissed, turning away from her. "Just take the stuff and punish me.

"Why do you deserve to be punished? Did you take these things to be mean?"

The question caught him off-guard and he turned quickly. "No!"

"Were you going destroy them? To try and hurt me and Silver?"

"No!"

"Then why?"

"Because I never had anything of my own!" he yelled, his teeth clenched and hands balled into fists. "No one had anything on the Black Comet, and everything that was there belonged to all. I never had anything that was just mine. And all that stuff was just left around the house, not being used. Abandoned."

A look of understanding seemed to blossom over Callie's face then, and she moved closer to him, gently taking his hands in hers.

"I understand," she said, a little smile on her face. "I do. And I'm not mad. But you can't just take other people's things. It's not that big a deal here in our family, but if you take something that doesn't belong to you, that's stealing, and it's wrong. You could get into a lot of trouble if you stole something from a store or someone else. Understand?"

He furrowed his brow. "Even if they're not using it?"

She nodded. "Even if they're not using it. It's still theirs, and you can't just take it. Promise me you won't do this again?" He thought about it for a minute, before nodding. "Good. Tell you what, let's sort through the stuff in your closet, and we'll see what you can keep. And next time we go to the store, you can pick something out just for you. Okay?"

Eclipse looked at her for a long moment, before a little smile spread over his lips. "Okay!"

~X~X~X~

Over the next half hour, Eclipse pulled everything out of his closet, and Callie separated it into three piles--one for Silver's things, one for hers or the house, and one for the things Eclipse could keep. She sacrificed a few of her things, and some stuff from the kitchen and living room for his pile, making a mental note to pick up replacements the next time she went shopping.

But the happy smile on her boy's face was well worth the additional expense.

~~~

Like this? Check out my other shorties. Reblogs are appreciated!

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secretwriterpp · 1 year

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Interrogation 2

The aftermath

Summary: Frankie Morales x Reader (mention of the other TF boys)

You and Frankie are caught off guard at the safe house. The aftermath of what happened leads you to a very dark place

WARNINGS for this specific chapter: PTSD, mention of self arm (is you squint hard), nightmares, guilt, hyper sexualisation. A little smut, I guess.

{Masterlist} {Chapter 3}

You don’t know how long you were in the shower. Long enough to scrub all the blood off of your skin and hair, long enough so the water wasn’t as hot anymore, slowly being replaced by less and less warm streams going down your skin, long enough for Santi to knock on the bathroom door and ask if you were okay, but not long enough to take him off of you.

Santi knocked again, you heard his voice behind the wood door:

“y/n , are you still in the shower ? Do you need help?”

You couldn’t speak, so instead you turned the shower off so he would know you were okay. He didn’t knock again, giving you space. You got out of the shower, brain empty apart from that ringing sound you could not get rid of. Your body felt heavier, you were weak from all the blood loss, your wound was still bleeding , you could feel the warm thick liquid go down your leg. The bathroom was filled with steam, you could barely see anything, you didn’t see the sink when you touched it with one hand. You blindly reached for the door of the medicine cabinet. You fumbled through the stuff that was inside , hoping you could find something to help you with your injury. You found nothing.

You stood there , in front of the foggy mirror for you don’t know how long. The ringing was slowly replaced by circling thoughts. “I should take an appointment with a doctor , check for STDs” … “I should take a plan B , just in case” … “I should get my leg stitched” … “I should cry? Should I ?”. You shook that thought away. As the time went forward , you could start to see glimpses of your face in the wet mirror. “Hie am I gonna hide those bruises” … “I should check on Frankie” … “I should clean the kitchen” At some point you were able to see your reflection clearly, you were pale , you were numb , you weren’t you, the girl in the mirror she wasn’t looking back at you. Your mind kept spinning for a while “I should dump the bodies somewhere , maybe burn them” … “should get rid of his truck” … “find a new safe house” … “tell the Millers that someone is also after them” … “find who paid him to kill your partners”

Santi knocked again. “y/n , do you need anything?” You could hear to worry in his voice , you hated it.

You managed to let a « I’m good » come out of your mouth.

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Frankie was finally able to get away from that fucking chair. When he first got up, he almost forgot that he was shot right above his knee by his ex partner. Luckily for him, the bullet went completely through his leg , not touching any main artery.

“Fuck , that hurts”

Pope helped him walk to the couch.

“I need stitches, go get the kit”

Santi did what he was told. When he first came in the house he was taken aback by the amount of blood that was spread all over the floor. But in a few seconds he was able to asses the situation , Frankie had been shot , you had a knife wound in your leg, one dead guy was bleeding from his head and the last one , well the last one had multiple stab wounds and was a bloody mess. Santi was very good at doing stitches even if he never was able to make them look pretty. Even when he was finish with the delicate procedure, Frankie was still shaking from the night he just experienced. He didn’t say much until Santi asked him about it.

“The fuck happened Frankie? Is the safe house compromise?”

“It is , we should call Ben and Will , these guys were after them too”

Santi took his burner phone and called the brothers , warning them about a potential enemy. He couldn’t talk to them very long since they were both on an important mission.

Frankie was now lying on the couch , both hands covering his face, rubbing his skin. He didn’t know what to say to Santiago. And then he realized:

“We should leave , burn the house. Whoever sent those guys, they are gonna send more when they register that the first ones didn’t succeed.”

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You heard another knock on the door, it was Pope again:

“y/n , we need to leave this place. You need to pack your stuff and we will find another safe house”

You opened the door , you were still naked. Santi was caught by surprise by your nudity and turned around not to look at you.

“We will burn the whole place down, don’t forget anything” he added.

You walked straight to your room, not looking at him , not even for a second. You packed your weapons frantically. Dried yourself with the towel that was hanging behind your door. Put on some random pants and T-shirt from your dresser and packed the rest in your duffel bag. That’s it , nothing else. That’s all you had in this house. The other things you were leaving here could not be picked up anyway.

Without thinking you walked down the stairs , passed Frankie on the couch , went straight to the front door , put on your combat boots and stepped outside. You stayed there , silent, while the boys were packing their stuff . The duffle bag was heavy on your shoulder, but the pain was a good distraction. You could see his truck in your peripheral view, you felt your stomach turn when you thought of his keys. How you had to search for them on his dead body. You found them in the front pocket of his unzipped pants. You closed your eyes tight, clenched your jaw as hard as you could to bring the ringing sound back in your head. You could almost feel the muscles responsible for the numbing sound flex inside your ears. You gave all your attention to the duffle bag strap that was digging into the skin of your shoulder.

“Let’s go” yelled Santi behind you. The sound of his voice brought you back to reality , it almost felt like you just came back to the surface after being nearly drowned. You gasped for air.

You saw Frankie lit a match and throw it in a little puddle of gas. The house was in flames in seconds. Next to have the same faith was Dave’s truck.

Dave’s truck.

Dave.

You hated the fact that you knew his name. DAVE.

You snapped out of it and climbed into Pope’s truck. You were sitting in the backseat , the two boys in the front. Nobody talked for at least an hour , you were listening to the voice of a baseball commentator when you fell asleep.

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« What happened Frankie? Who we’re they? »

Frankie told Santi about Dave , that he was his ex partner, that he was there to kill the both of them, that he thought you were just his defenseless girlfriend, that he shot him in the leg. That’s when he stopped his story. He was hesitant about telling the rest , like it wasn’t his right to talk about it.

« Come on Frankie » Santi whispered , aware that his friend was afraid you would hear them « she killed them both, she should be proud. What happened to her ? Why is she like … that? »

Frankie took his baseball cap off and rubbed his face and head in his hands.

« Dave thought he could make me talk by hurting her , that’s when he stabbed her ».

Frankie was breathing more heavily, the guilt was building up in his chest making him feel like he was suffocating. The images of what he witnessed that night turning in his mind like a gross sadistic merry-go-round. He didn’t watch everything that happened, he couldn’t, he was stuck between the feeling of being a sick perv if he looked the women he loved being violated and the guilt he felt for leaving you alone with Dave when he closed his eyes to cowardly hide away from the pain. He felt guilty cause you couldn’t hide while he did.

“He quickly understood that it wouldn’t work, she’s too strong. So … So he … he…”

Pope was getting impatient , but he felt his friend’s pain and didn’t pressure him to talk.

« He touched her. Right in front of me , I couldn’t do shit to help her. » his voice cracked. « He raped her ».

The silence was thick in the vehicle. Frankie was crying again. Crying out of sheer anger. Crying out of pain, the pain he felt for you and for himself. Crying cause he couldn’t protect you. Crying cause he thought it was his fault. Why did he agree to be strapped to that fucking chair ? Everything went so horribly wrong.

The rest of the ride was spend in complete silence.

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It’s like the simple thought you had on the front lawn of the safe house, that tiny little thought about feeling like drowning was now implemented into your subconscious, engraved. You couldn’t remember when was the last time you had such a vivid dream. You felt like you were at the bottom of a giant pool, water was still around you even if you were fighting for your life. It felt like you were really deep in the water, the pressure was keeping you pinned down to the pool floor, giving you a massive headache. You were struggling to move, like something was holding you down by your neck. You opened your eyes and saw his smile. You woke up with a small gasp.

By the time you understood you were still in Santiago’s truck , safe in the backseat, you could hear Frankie talk about what happened. He was whispering, but you could hear him perfectly. He didn’t say much, left most of the graphic violence out of his story but he ended by this dreadful word : rape. You almost lost it when you heard the word come out of his mouth. Hearing his voice say it. That’s what you were now , a victim? You were having a very hard time controlling your breathing, you wanted to scream and cry , but not in front of them . Your pain had to wait, so you pretended to sleep for the rest of the ride.

Santiago was driving , his attention on the road. Frankie finally fell asleep. You stayed awake , focusing on the baseball match on the radio, subtle tears streaming down your face.

————///————

As soon as you arrived Santi stitched your stab wound. After that , what happened wasn’t mentioned again. You were very good at pretending. A few days passed and it was like nothing happened. At least that’s how you hoped it looked like.

The boys knew you were pretending, maybe you thought you were good at it but you weren’t. Santi was trying to talk about anything and it was awkward. Frankie couldn’t look at you straight in the eyes, he felt too much guilt. He barely talked to you except for insignificant small talk.

Alone in your room at night, you felt powerless, stripped from your choices. You felt like a victim and it was driving you insane. At a very young age, your parents signed you up for martial arts classes. They thought it would be a good thing for you to know how to defend yourself. After that, all your life, you took pride at your fighting skills, making it your profession by joining the army. Now that pride felt like shame. You failed yourself, you failed the plan that your parents had for you.

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You couldn’t stay there and do nothing about how you felt. You needed to find that control back. That night, a week after what happened, you decided that you would get your body back. You would be the one to choose and make decisions. You got out of your bed and tiptoed to Frankie’s room. You always knew about his crush on you and if you weren’t ruined , you would still hope it would happen. So you decided to slipped behind him in bed. You barely talked to him the last few days , but right beside him in the dark , it felt easier. You wrapped your arm over him, sliding your fingers along his naked skin. You touched his chest from his shoulders to his small belly. You whispered his name softly in his ear. « Frankie , it’s me » You felt him shiver under your breath, he was awake now.

You kissed his neck and jaw , your right hand going down to where he was starting to get hard. You pressed your hand over his half awake cock. You then wrapped your fingers around his length over the fabric of his boxers, pumping him a few times, he was fully erect now.

Frankie mumbled « y/n? » You pulled him on his back and straddled him . Both your hands grabbed his face to pull him towards you, you smashed your lips on his. He opened his mouth for you, still confused about what was going on. Your hands were all over him and your kisses were a chaotic mix of tongue and teeth.

Frankie was surprise , to say the least. He kissed you back , passionately, he dreamt of that moment for so long. He lifted his hands to put them on your waist and hips but you immediately took his hands off and pinned them over his head. Pushing a little harder than necessary to make him understand that he needed to stay there and not move.

You took your top off, Frankie widened his eyes with lust. His mind still not fully understanding what was going on. He tried to look at your face, make eye contact, but your eyes were shut tight. Something was wrong. You were already tugging down on his boxers, your hands between your legs, your mouth invading his with too much intensity. At first he thought (hoped) it was passion, now looking at your face , he knew nothing good would come out of this.

He grabbed your hands “y/n please, slow down”. You didn’t listen. You harshly freed yourself from his grip and guided his hand back over his head, immediately reaching back to touch his cock. This time he grabbed you by your shoulders and softly pushed you off of him:

“y/n stop. Not like this”

“Not like how? ” you snapped back.

“We barely spoke this week, you’re not even looking at me”

“So ? I want you. I need this”

“You’re not doing okay, you need help” that’s not how he wanted to say it , but that’s how it came out.

“Fuck you Frankie” you got off the bed and stormed out his room. Before smashing the door you blurred out

“Maybe Pope is more in the mood”

You didn’t go into Santi’s room. You were too afraid he would reject you too. You cried in silent, sobbing into your pillow, hoping nobody could hear how pathetic you were. You really lost everything, you thought, even Frankie. Of course he wouldn’t want you now, you were disgusting , worthless. “Not like that” he said. He meant ruined? Used? “You need help” he added. What now ? He thinks you’re crazy? Unwell? You failed again that night, not being able to take control back over your life.

The next day, you were cold as ice. Even with Santiago who was completely oblivious of what happened the night before. You didn’t make small talk. You did your little things and spent most of the day outside alone thinking about the next move you could make to have your life back. You saw Frankie try to catch your attention , you ignored him completely. Did he felt sorry for you? Was it pity? You couldn’t bare the idea of it. So you avoided him all day.

By the time it was diner , you knew exactly what you needed to do. You would find someone who would want you. Some random dude at a bar maybe and you would fuck him senseless. Taking back your body, your choice and your power. You thought it was exactly what you needed. Oh boy, you didn’t know yet in what immense mess you were going in headfirst.

{Chapter 3}

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