#lucky for me me and my mom love collecting stupid things

[dcrkfics]

Saved by your stepdad

summary: Your stepfather saves you from going to prision but at what cost? 

warnings: smut, non con intercourse, stepdad trope, penetration, choking, infidelity, begging, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

a/n : I absolutely love fast and the furious and especially Brian so Imma start writing him more

word count | 1.3k

pairings | Step Father!Brian O Conner x stepdaughter!Reader.

“I can explain!” You yelled as your moms husband practically dragged you through the door.

“I literally caught you helping your boyfriend flush tons of cocaine down the toilet in your apartment. There isn’t any reasonable explanation for that.” Brian slammed the door. You stepped towards the living room. “Did you also help him murder that guy too?” He asked. “No Brian listen Mark is innocent I am innocent. Mark told me he was forced to carry the drugs with him he didn’t want to!” You explained. “You know that piece of shit was lying to you. Its what hes been doing for the past two years!” Brian yelled.

“Your lucky I was the one who walked in. The one who saw you because if I didn’t you’d be rotting away in a prison cell by now.” Brian exclaimed as he walked towards you. “I'm sorry” you mumbled.

Brian sighed and took off his jacket. Still contemplating what he was gonna do about you. “So what's gonna happen to Mark is he going…” “You're still thinking about that stupid boy after everything he did to you?” Brian asked. “Well…” “Don't even answer that” Brian yelled. You jumped when he yelled all the emotions you experienced tonight we're making you jittery and seeing Brian mad at you made you even more nervous.

Brian barely married your mother last year. You decided to move out with your boyfriend because you didn’t want to be a burden to your mom and her husband. Brain has always been respectful and kind towards you. Always welcoming you. You never saw him this angry then again you gave him all the reason to be.

“Is mom here?” You asked. You hadn’t heard her footsteps but her car was in the driveway. “My god you don’t even know?” He scoffed, shaking his head. His fingers grazed his chin looking at you.

“What kind of daughter are you? One thing is not answering your moms calls but not even reading her text messages? Grandma is sick and your mom went to visit her for a couple of weeks.” Brian shook his head. Your stomach churn. You had been so caught up in your boyfriend's mess that you didn’t even make time to call your mom back. You hated yourself right now you felt the tears forming and you couldn’t control them as they raced down your face.

“You were the most well behaved and sweetest girl when I first met you.” Brian walked towards you. His fingers collected the tears that spilled from your eyes. “All of sudden you ignore your mothers text, you dont visit her anymore, you are doing drugs now or worse dealing them?” He said as his hands stroked the side of cheek. “Either your incredibly in love with that son of a bitch or he fucks you so good your a cock dumb whore that does whatever he says” Brian hand was now around your neck choking you as you struggled to breathe. “Please Brian” You gasped as you grabbed onto his arm trying to move his hand but it was no use he was stronger.

“Not to mention your so fucking ungrateful.” Brian’s hands gripped your throat tighter as you tried to gasp for more air. “The first thing you do when we get here is ask about him. Fine you want to be with him we can take you to the station.” Brian's hand moves to your hair pulling it to drag you out the door.

“No Brian please! I'm sorry thank you thank you please don't take me I’ll be good I'm done with him please” you begged. Brian let go of your hair, smirked at how easy it was to get you to beg.

“You want to thank me? Then get on your knees.” Brian practically pushed your head down forcing you to get on your knees. “Brian please not this I’ll do anything else I’ll pay you money… or something else but not this please what will mom say?” You cried looking up at him through your lashes.

A dark chuckled escaped him as he unbuckled his pants. “All of sudden you care about her opinion” Brian taunted. “If you really care about what your mom thought you wouldn’t have even interacted with Mark. Why dont you be a good girl and open your mouth.” He said as he pulled down his boxers to free his springing erection.

You did as he said and opened your mouth wide enough to try and accommodate his size. You cringed at the fact that you would be sucking off moms husban. You closed your eyes as you took him in. Your tongue licking the precum. Although you were freaking out you had to control your breathing as you slowly wrapped your mouth around him. Tired of your slow pace Brian grabbed your hair and began to fuck your throat at a faster pace. You gagged repeatedly as he continued with no remorse for your throat. Your eyes filled with tears while drool seeped out of your mouth. You silently curse your body’s reaction as you felt yourself growing wet. You weren’t enjoying this but rather it was a reflex your body had everytime you sucked someone off it usually led to sex you were hoping this wasn’t one of those times. Brian's breathing labored. You felt him shake as he came inside your mouth, some of it drooling out. Brian removed his dick from your mouth as his finger guided whatever fluids had escaped from your mouth back into it. He didn’t even tell you to swallow you just did. “Already becoming such a good girl for your daddy…” He smirked at you as you looked up at him.

“I still dont feel appreciated enough… on your hands and knees.” He demanded. Your eyes widened but you were still obedient turning around and balancing on your hands and knees. Brian slowly lifted up the knee length dress you wore.

He pressed himself against your clothe core and leaned towards your ear… “Ungrateful girls get fucked on the floor… hope you can handle the rug burn.” He smirked as you tilted your head down accepting your fate.

“Fuck your soak” He commented as he inserted a finger inside you. “What do you think your mom will think if she knew you got wet just by sucking off her husband huh?” He teased. You felt him insert an extra finger and you welcomed him. You bit your lip trying to gulp down any moans. You weren’t enjoying this but your body seemed to and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking you were.

He removed his fingers expecting his cock you were surprised when instead you were met with his tongue. Brian's tongue went to work. Licking your juices and yapping at your core. Just when he believed you were ready for him he removed his tongue and aligned his cock with your entrance. 

You gasped as he forced himself inside you. Not leaving you room for your body to get used to him. He began to thrust, a hand on your hip to keep you still while the other hand was on the back of your head forcing your cheek to touch the carpet beneath you. “Fuck your clenching so hard around me.” Brain breathed as he slammed into you. “Your so quiet… its okay to enjoy this… I know you do.” Brian said. You didn’t reply, you thought it would be safer to stay quiet. “But your silence just proves that I can fuck you when your mom is around your such a good girl not making any sounds.” He talked. You tensed at that statement dreading to think that he was going to do this again. “Damn you clenched even harder. You like that idea? You want to get your brains fuck out by stepdad when your mom’s around.” You tried to shake your head no but it was useless. He continued to thrust into you before he slammed his hips one last time and let his release inside you. “You on the pill baby girl?” You shook your head no. “We’re going to have to fix that.” Brain said as he pulled out of you and placed his jeans back on. 

“Tomorrow you're moving back in here. Unless you want to spend 20 years of your life in prison you will do as I say. Understand?” He asked. But it wasn’t a question, it was a demand. You nodded your head insinuating that you understand. 

buy me a coffee <3

[yunjardi]

my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], angst, crying, lots of plot, mentions of food and eating, DADDY KINK, fingering, riding, car sex, gentle sex/make-up sex, oral, tit sucking, lmk if i missed anything!]

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chapter 12, part 2: can't let you go

"fuck," you breathed out, yeonjun's fingers buried deep inside you. he smirked as he continued to finger your g-spot.

"god, i'm so lucky i get a turn with you, even if it's just a little bit," yeonjun smirked as you bit down on your lip to conceal your moans before letting lose on his fingers. he pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to his lips, tasting your arousal as you came down from your orgasm.

"consider this my graduation gift to you," you said seductively as you looked straight into his eyes, "i should get going now. you wouldn't want me to miss out on my beauty sleep for the ceremony tomorrow, right?" he chuckled sexily before giving you another kiss on your neck.

you would've stayed longer and let him fuck you, but the sight of all the christmas decorations in the frat house were throwing you off because you knew you'd be alone for the holidays yet again this year.

"are you sure you're alright with going home on your own?" yeonjun asked as he escorted you to the door, his hand on your lower back. "i'll be fine," you smiled and nodded as you exited. with one last wave, you were on your way, ready to go home and forget the whole night.

but first you had to endure another awkward underground train ride, hopefully with no surprise encounters this time.

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the second you stepped into your house, you let a waterfall of tears explode from your eyes, and you could somehow sense perry's concern from seeing you like this although he was literally a blind cave tetra.

through your tears, you stumbled into your room and quickly changed, now sobbing into your pillow.

you hated yourself for letting him in. you felt stupid for following your heart. you knew in the back of your mind that you shouldn't mess with him, but you couldn't stop your heart from influencing your decisions.

you turned over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling with tears streaming down your face while the neighbor's blinding christmas lights beamed through your closed blinds, giving your eyes another reason to burn.

jake took up such a big portion of your heart although you hated to admit it.

seeing him with another girl stung so badly because you-

whatever. no you didn't.

it only pained you because that it had to be that girl in particular.

does he know what she did? what she said? when she told you to stay away, was it him using her as a messenger?

these thoughts only made you sob more as you held onto the plushie that you knew was his favorite.

holding the plushie made you wonder if he'd ever be back in your room, snuggled up next to you as he rubbed his face on the plushie's soft fuzz. you tried to push away the thought of him only coming back to collect his clothes from the drawer that was designated for the stuff he'd change into if he didn't pack a bag before staying the night.

another thing you hated to admit was that your mom was right.

you remembered the text she sent you earlier when she said 'he doesn't love you,' and it only crushed your heart even more to realize that your bitch of a mom actually said something that could be true.

should you just move on? should you give in and move back to your family's house after graduation? you pushed that thought away immediately because there was no way in hell that you'd ever put yourself through the torture of going back there. but still, it was a thought nonetheless.

you pondered about if you could even go back to your "old life." the life you were living before jake. your normal life.

because nothing about this situation was normal.

you drifted off to sleep with a mind full of hopeless thoughts and hypotheticals, the cold winter air seeping through your blanket as your lonely reality settled in.

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today is supposed to be one of the most exciting days of your entire life; a day of recognizing the past 4 years you spent doing countless hours of homework while running on 2 hours of sleep.

instead you felt empty.

of course, you were proud of yourself for your accomplishments because you worked your ass off for this degree, but you couldn't help but feel a profound emptiness. you had no family in the crowd watching you proudly as you received your diploma. no mom, no dad, no siblings, no jake.

but you were thankful that yeji, jeongin, and even their families were there to cheer you on when no one else was there for you.

after the ceremony, everyone walked around saying their thank yous and goodbyes to people that they knew they would never see or talk to again. while everyone was all emotional, yeji was prancing over to you, jeongin following behind her. the sight of both of them making you crack a genuine smile for the first time in the past few days.

"look at it and all its glory," yeji said in a singsong tone, showing you and jeongin her graduation certificate with her name on it in a fancy font.

"we should go out for dinner," jeongin beamed, "to celebrate, you know?" yeji nodded excitedly as you smiled sheepishly, really not in the mood to go out for a celebration.

"maybe another day," you faked a smile, "i'm still pretty worn out from last night."

"yeah, she has a point," yeji agreed, the three of you coming to an agreement that you'd go out some other time, "plus, my family decided to surprise me with a vacation as a graduation gift!" your eyes widened in surprise.

"oh yeah, that reminds me," jeongin recalled, "i'm visiting family for the holidays, so i'll be a bit busy too."

you were happy for them, of course, but now you knew that you were fully going to be alone this holiday season, both of your best friends having something to do with their families.

immediately after you three went your separate ways for the holidays, you felt someone's arm drape around your shoulder which startled you. you look over your shoulder and met eyes with yeonjun, who you completely forgot was there despite his name being called during the ceremony.

"wanna chill at my place tonight?" he asked flirtatiously, "we can finish what we started, baby." your eyes widened from hearing a man who isn't jake call you 'baby.'

"hmm," you pretended to think although you already knew your answer, "maybe another time, pretty boy." you mindlessly flirted back, touching the side of his neck which made his face flush red.

"any time is cool with me, beautiful," he responded, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, "you know how to reach me and where to find me." you nodded before the two of you went your separate ways.

if trying to forget about jake by hanging out with other guys was a good thing, why did it feel so bad?

why did it feel wrong every time another man put his hands all over you? why did you feel so sick every time you thought about jake being tangled up in his sheets with another girl?

it's not like he was your boyfriend, so why did it matter? in fact, you shouldn't care at all; what he does when he isn't with you is none of your business.

it just stung to know that you were most likely not his only one.

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you looked goofy on the underground train again; holding a graduation cap that wouldn't fit in the bag you brought to the ceremony.

for someone who just graduated university, you looked empty and unhappy. you stared blankly into space until it was time to get off the train.

you would've taken another train to go into town to treat yourself, but you were experiencing too many emotions to be around people for any longer, so you just decided to walk the rest of the way home even though the sky was growing dark by the minute.

the cold air touched your skin the second you got outside, promptly causing you to zip your puffy jacket up.

in silence, you began to head in the direction where your house as light snow fell. the cold air somehow made you feel lonelier; probably because jake wasn't there to hold you the way he usually did. the lack of his presence subconsciously made tears run down your face.

you didn't really notice that you began crying; you just felt the tears falling down your face. you allowed them to stream down your face, not putting in the effort to wipe them until you got to your front door.

once you got inside, you repeated what your new reality would be:

come home.

maybe make something to eat.

feed the fish.

go to sleep.

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christmas eve.

a day that you've been dreading since the month of december rolled around because you had a strong feeling that you'd be spending the holidays alone.

unfortunately, that suspicion was confirmed in the worst possible way.

you decided to head to the local market to pick up some christmasy food for yourself so that you wouldn't be completely devoid of the holiday vibes. zipping up your puffy jacket and slipping on some pretty fur boots (that you got with your allowance from jake), you left to head to the market.

something about walking on a winter afternoon was soothing, and you felt at ease for the first time in days as you looked around at the snow-covered holiday decorations around town before arriving at the store.

you picked up a small cake along with a few other things that you could eat tonight and probably for the next few days. the cashier who rang up your items did not look very happy to be working on christmas eve, but you gave them a warm smile followed by a 'happy holidays' once you finished paying. you knew how it felt to be unhappy during the holidays, so you wanted to spread as much joy as you could muster up.

groceries in hand, you made your way back home where you'd be spending the whole day.

no family to go to.

no friends to go to.

no jake.

no one but yourself.

it fucking sucked, but you had to get over it. besides, you could have fun on your own, right?

you turned the corner into your driveway and saw a car that looked sort of familiar in your peripheral, but you shrugged it off. it wasn't until you got to your front door where you couldn't shrug off what was there. or more like who was there.

"jake," you sighed, "what are you doing here?" he looked up at you as if he was startled by the sound of your voice. you immediately noticed that his brown puppy-dog eyes were glossy and red once you locked eyes with him. he looked like he'd either been crying, smoking weed, or both. "come on, how long have you been sitting here waiting for me? you could've sat in your car, you know?" you rambled on as you unlocked your door, letting him in first.

"so, what's this all about?" you huffed out, even though you already knew why he was there, as you set your groceries down on your countertop.

"y/n, i just really need to explain everything," he blurted out frantically, "please hear me out."

jake was practically begging you at this point, his heart tearing itself up at the sight of your expression that was speaking for itself; an expression that read 'i never want to see you again.'

you motioned for him to continue to which he sighed in relief that you were actually willing to listen to him.

"i need you to listen to me. without you, i wouldn't have much going on in my life; i'd be so lonely without you, so empty. who else will i have to go out to dinner with? go out shopping with? to spoil?-"

"her. that's who," you said with a cold tone, "jake, i know what i saw, and you know what you did. but do you know what she did? what she said? ever since i started talking to you, she's come to the bar just to taunt and trash me; she even went as far as slapping me the last time i encountered her! i can't even make up shit like this. seeing you with the girl who belittled me, or really just any other girl in general, hurt like hell. you have no fucking idea how these past few days have been. if there's one thing i want to say right now, jake, it's that i'm not a fucking charity case, and i refuse to be treated as such. so if those were your intentions ever since we first met, t-then just... go." you felt your heart tie itself into a knot.

"y/n, you don't get it. listen, i didn't want to have to tell you this, to make it your problem, but at this point, you need to know: if i didn't go with her to the ball, she told me that she was gonna find someone to go and hurt you! she's fucking crazy, y/n, you have no idea! her mother tried to set us up for marriage to which i, of course, refused; she's just as insane as her daughter! the fact that i went to the ball with her was set up. remember the first time we fought? when i left the house without telling you? i left to tell her that i didn't want her interfering with my life anymore!" he blurted out followed by a deep sigh, "i'm begging you, y/n, please believe me. she was seriously going to hurt you...and i wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything were to happen to you that i had the power to prevent. there's no other way to say this, so i'm just going to say it straight up: y/n, you really mean the world to me, and i literally cannot remember who i was or what i was doing before i met you. whenever we're apart, i feel like i'm not whole, not myself if you want to put it that way. p-please stay..." his voice broke and drifted off.

you felt your face lose its color as you looked into jake's teary eyes. seeing him tearing up made you tear up along with him until you couldn't hold your tears in any longer, letting them run down your face with seemingly no end. you let your body fall into his, the two of you holding each other tight. you let the scent of his cologne engulf your senses, your head resting on his chest where you could hear his heart beating fast. the feeling of jake holding you just felt so right.

you lifted your head to look up at him, and you felt like you were seeing him for the first time again.

"please kiss me," you squeaked out as you adored his face from below, your voice still broken from having cried.

jake immediately latched his lips onto yours. he missed the feeling of your lips on his on an unbelievable level. the kiss escalated into a make-out, and the make-out escalated into getting undressed in your bedroom.

jake laid you on the bed gently, kissing all over your body as he unclasped your bra, letting it fall. you felt shy at first, but you quickly got over it because it wasn't the first time jake has seen you naked anyway.

he let his big hands roam all over your body as you breathed out little moans for him.

he kissed down your body until he reached your inner thighs, spreading them gently so that you were fully on display for him. jake eagerly attached his lips to your pussy, suckling on your clit and working his lips all around your needy hole. you had almost forgotten how good he was at making you feel good. jake always made sure you were taken care of whether it was in a sexual sense or just in general.

jake left one last kiss on your pussy before wiping off the excess arousal around his lips, moving himself on top of you.

"i've missed you so much, baby," jake said lowly and sweetly in your ear before letting his tip pass through your entrance, earning a soft moan from you. "i've missed you more, daddy," you breathed out before kissing his plump lips. the two of you moaned in sync as his tip hit your sweet spot, making you squirm underneath him as you whimpered for him not to stop.

wanting get the utmost intimacy while fucking you, jake switched positions so that you were sunk down on his stiff cock as he sat upright to hold you while you moved your hips against his.

"my good girl," jake groaned quietly into your ear, "you feel so good, so good for daddy." you nodded against his bare chest as you continued to move your hips back and forth.

"s-so deep," you whimpered out for him as your legs began to tremble from the way his tip was pushed against a spot that you knew only he could reach. you wanted to cum all over his cock so badly that you began to slightly lift your hips and let them fall again, earning a deep, loud groan from jake.

"just like that, princess, keep moaning for me," jake's voice trembled, "fuck, i'm gonna cum inside you." he let out a string of groans as you held onto his shoulders, the two of you leaving kisses all over each other's necks and shoulders as you both came undone.

you rested your head on jake's chest and listened to the way his heart raced after his orgasm, him still not removing himself from inside you so that he could keep feeling you closely. eventually, though, he pulled out so he could get you and himself cleaned up. jake stood up from the bed to wet a towel, offering you his shirt to put on while you waited for him to come back with the towel. you happily accepted his offer and pulled his shirt over your head, his scent still lingering on the soft fabric.

quickly, jake came back with the now damp towel to clean you up first. he made sure the water was warm so that you wouldn't get shocked when the towel touched you for the first time. it made you think about how much you would've missed his sweet thoughtfulness if you pushed him out of your life because of a misunderstanding.

"daydreaming?" jake asked with a chuckle, noticing that you were beginning to stare into space due to your thoughts, "about me, i presume." he joked to which you looked away shyly. "i'm kidding, i'm kidding," he smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek before pulling on some sweatpants, not forgetting to get you a change of bottoms as well. again, very thoughtful of him.

the cold christmas eve air didn't seem so chilly now that jake was cuddled up next to you under the covers.

no need to make christmas eve hot chocolate when jake already made your heart feel warm and full.

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you woke up on christmas morning to an opened bedroom door and the smell of something sweet. you were feeling some early-morning-grogginess, so you decided to stay wrapped in your blanket a little longer. that was until jake called your name from the doorframe.

"y/n," he said in a singsongy tone that accentuated his aussie accent, "y/n-ie, come see what i made for you." jake pouted as he practically dove onto your bed to wake you up with a squeeze.

"okay, okay," you croaked out in a still sleepy tone, "i'll get up soon." his face turned pouty yet again. "you have to come see now or part of the surprise will be cold." you didn't fully process what he meant when he said that 'part of the surprise will be cold,' but it was still enough motivation to get you out of bed to brush your teeth. satisfied, jake went to go sit at the table and wait for you until he had an idea.

jake walked over to the bathroom door and cupped his hands to talk through it.

"let me in when you're done; i want to cover your eyes so that you're fully surprised."

you let out a giggle from the other side of the door before you cracked the door open just enough for him to squeeze through.

he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek before putting his big hands over your eyes. well, more like over the top half of your face because of how large his hands were compared to your face.

he helped you scoot your feet across the floor until he uncovered your eyes.

you were surprised to see fresh baked chocolate chip cookies cut (badly, but it's the thought that counts) into various shapes. your heart felt warm at the way jake was so excited to show you his little homemade gift for you. he looked a bit like an eager little kid showing their mother an art project they made at school.

"ta-da!" jake smiled as he stood next to the kitchen counter, "i wish the shapes turned out a little better. i tried my best to make them into cute shapes with a knife, but as you can see, it didn't turn out too good." he chuckled sheepishly as he looked down at the cookies.

"you did all this for me?" you smiled warmly before giving him a tight squeeze followed by a soft kiss on the cheek as butterflies filled his and your stomach, "i love it, jake." he blushed as he watched you reach out to grab a cookie, hoping that you'd like how they tasted. they definitely tasted better than they looked, your face subconsciously turning smiley at the taste.

"a-are they good?" jake asked nervously which made you giggle internally at his worried facial expression. "mhm," you responded, your mouth still full of food, "here, try." holding your arm up to his mouth, you offered him the last piece of your cookie. for some reason, watching the way he ate it from your hand was cute to you.

"see? good, right?" you asked as he ate the last bit of the cookie, later leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. he nodded, giving you a kiss back as he held you from behind. "oh yeah," jake perked up, "i have another surprise for you. go get dressed so we can go." he looked like an excited puppy.

"another surprise?" you asked with a cocked head, "you're spoiling me, jake." you couldn't stop the smile that was forming on your face. jake was smiling harder, though; he looked more excited for the surprise than you could ever be.

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you sifted through your wardrobe, looking for some cute, warm clothes to dress into.

you settled on a pink prada puffer coat (from jake, of course), some grey leggings that perfectly hugged your ass, some pink boots that perfectly matched your coat, and a cute creme colored beanie that complimented the soft pink of the rest of your outfit.

looking at yourself in the mirror once more, you had an idea.

since jake wanted to surprise you, you were gonna surprise him back.

unzipping your coat, you decided to remove your shirt and bra you were wearing underneath, leaving yourself bare underneath your prada coat for jake. you zipped your coat back up and walked out of your bedroom, ready to head out to wherever jake planned to take you.

"ready?" jake asked upon hearing your bedroom door open up, adoring the way you looked in the pretty jacket he bought you. jake always loved seeing you in the clothes he bought for you, and he also loved taking them off of you at the end of the day. "mhm," you responded as you stood by the front door and slid your boots on one at a time.

what did jake have in store this time?

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the drive to wherever jake was taking you was quiet but comfortable.

soft music in the warm car, one of jake's hands settled on yours as the other held the steering wheel, and, most of all, getting to be in jake's presence again in general after what felt like decades.

you'd missed how warm your heart felt whenever he was around, and you hoped that he missed you as much as you missed him.

you found yourself zoning out until you felt the car park.

"c'mon, let's go!" jake smiled wide as he practically dragged you out of the passenger's seat.

you held jake's hand as you looked at the beautiful scenery that surrounded you. how in the world did he find a place like this?

"what the hell? it's so beautiful here," you blurted out unintentionally, still captivated by the visuals. "only the best for you," jake chuckled, bringing your hand up to his face so that he could plant a kiss on it, "we're almost at the 'surprise area,' so hang tight."

turning one more corner, your eyes were met with a charming little ice skating rink that was beautifully decorated with twinkle lights. much like the lights, jake saw the way your eyes brightened at the sight of the skating area.

"surprise!" jake smiled cutely as he hugged you from behind, "i rented it out so that it's ours for the evening; just for us." you felt your cheeks heat up at jake's thoughtfulness as he held your hand and led you over to the ice skate rental booth, not having to ask you for your shoe size because he already knew it by heart. jake helped you lace up your ice skates while you sat on one of the benches that was resting against the rink, and you made sure to sneak a picture of him finishing tying your skates from above.

"have you ever skated before?" jake asked curiously as he began to lace up his own skates. "not recently, no," you replied sheepishly.

you'd gone ice skating before, of course, but you were probably age 10 last time you were on the ice. having not had a good home-life growing up, you didn't experience many fun things, but at least you could say that you had a minuscule amount of experience if you could even call it that.

"well, don't worry," he reassured you, "i'll help you out, okay?" you nodded as you nervously stepped onto the ice alongside jake, already feeling yourself losing balance. "here," jake said, holding his arms out in front of him, "i promise i won't let go, princess." he chuckled as he felt you squeeze his hands. jake sweetly guided you across the ice, keeping his promise of not letting go of your hands. you couldn't have dreamt of a better way to be spending your christmas holiday.

soon, you were able to skate a little bit on your own without completely relying on jake to keep you steady. jake watched you with hearts in his eyes as you began to glide faster on the ice, laughing with delight at how fast you were able to go. he adored the way you hair flowed in the slight winter breeze, and the chuckled at the way you still wobbled a bit when skating.

"this is fun!" you laughed from halfway across the rink as jake made his way over to you. "i'm glad you like it," jake replied with a grin as he grabbed onto one of your hands, the two of you now skating side-by-side.

after you and jake felt like you guys got the most out of the skating rink, you returned your skates to the rental booth and began to head back to jake's car. the two of you walked hand-in-hand in comfortable silence, feeling at ease simply by each other's presence. you, again, took some time to appreciate the beautiful scenery before reaching jake's car. he opened up the passenger's side door for you to get into the car, as he always did, before getting into the car himself.

jake cranked up the heat upon entering the car, worried that you had gotten too cold from being outside in the snow.

this was the perfect time to tease him.

"but jake," you whined childishly, "what if it gets too hot? see, i'm already getting hot." you slowly unzipped your jacket, waiting for jake to look over from adjusting the temperature. "there, is that better?-" jake's voice halted once he faced toward you again, feeling the sensation of his face turning red.

"what's wrong?" you asked with fake innocence coating your tone, "it's just hot in here, that's all."

"well it's about to get hotter."

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after being practically tossed into the back seats of his car, jake was quick to eagerly rip your bottoms off.

"you knew exactly what you were doing," jake breathed out amorously as he got closer and closer to your warmth, eventually liking a stripe against it, causing you to let out a quiet gasp. you could feel him smirk against your pussy before beginning to work wonders with his lips and tongue, giving you exactly what you desired.

"feeling sensitive today?" jake asked teasingly yet sexily after noticing the way he was making your legs quiver more than usual. you nodded, looking at jake from between your thighs. "so cute," jake chuckled sexily in response before continuing his deed, skillfully sucking on your clit and making you squirm even more as you moaned and whined out for him.

"want you so bad," you mewled out as you laced your fingers into jake's soft hair. you felt jake smirk against your clit once more before bringing himself up onto the seat, ordering you to get onto his lap. obeying him, you crawled over to go sit on his lap. jake let his hard cock fall against your abdomen as he smirked at how deep his tip would be hitting. "come on, baby," he whispered in your ear teasingly, "don't you wanna finish what you started?"

you looked at him with your pretty eyes before moving into a position where you could easily sink down on his length, eventually letting his tip pass through your entrance while he maintained a grip on your waist. jake's head fell back as you slowly sunk down onto his throbbing hard cock. once he was fully filling you up, you began to gently bounce yourself up and down on his member as you and jake moaned in sync. the car windows quickly became foggy as you two continued to roughly fuck each other.

"so deep," you gasped out, jake moving his hand to your lower abdomen and pressing down on the spot where his tip rested, causing you to twitch and let out a whine, "please cum inside me." you begged, persuading him with your eyes that were almost teary from pleasure.

"you know i will, princess," jake breathed out as he began to thrust his hips to meet yours, a feeling that drove you insane and made you moan uncontrollably, "fuck, you always make me cum so hard."

the two of you were desperate to reach your highs, getting rougher and rougher in attempt to speed up the process which ultimately worked. you let jake cream you as your cum dripped down his shaft. the feeling of jake filling you up with his warm seed was a feeling you could never get tired of.

as you two came down from your highs, jake looked over at the clouded window and drew a tiny heart on the condensated surface which made you smile and give him a playful shove.

"you're an idiot," you chuckled, burying your head into jake's bare chest.

"but you love me because i'm an idiot, right?"

shit.

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a/n: this chapter is belated as fuck and lowkey boring, but i hope you still enjoy it :,) i've been really out of it recently, but i'm still trying my best for you guys &lt;3

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[marymary-diva17]

He your son you idiot (modern au)

Jake x reader x neytiri

When you and your spouse had agreed on having kids there were many things that were discussed, and one of them was what parenting will be like. It was agreed on that the children will be given love and support, and there will be no favoritism show in the family and house. The was something you had been trying to avoid as you knew favoritism can be bad for everyone. What happens when that promise had been broken,how much can these acts of favoritism happen until it boil overs.

Y/n “ ………” the sully home was very quite was quite as everyone was off at school and work today, but soon your phone had rang getting your attention.

y/n " hello ... oh yes this is her how may I help you ... I will be there right away" you had hang up the phone call and soon collected your things and soon rush to the kids school, there was incident at school that involved loak.

y/n " please don't let it be that bad please" you soon entered the school and made your way towards the headmaster office. You soon reach it to see lo'ak sitting on a bench, you soon looked at him and gasped.

y/n " sweetie what happened"

lo'ak " I got into a fight mom with these boys"

y/n " don't worry when we get home we will make sure you get cleaned up and healed, tell me what happened"

lo'ak " I know I promised to stay out of fights mom and I have been doing good in school, but today it seems like lucky was not on my side"

y/n " I understand but please tell me what lead to this fight"

lo'ak " it all started when ...." soon the office door had opened and you soon looked up to see Jake and neytiri standing there.

Jake " dad and mom"

neytiri " lo'ak what happened"

lo'ak " a fight I can explain myself"

Jake " I hope you can young man"

headmaster " lo'ak sully parents I will love to have some words with you three"

y/n " it will be okay once we are done talking we will come get you"

Jake " come on lets go and see what this boy had done now"

You had given Lo’ak one last look of love and support before you entered the office with your spouse and sat with the headmaster. 

Headmaster “ as you all can see and have been told you son Lo’ak sully has been in a fight” 

Jake “ yes we are sorry for his behavior and I will make sure it doesn’t happen again” 

Y/n “ Jake” 

Jake “ no that boy has gotten into so many fights already why cant he calm his anger” 

Neytiri “ oh Lo’ak what are we going to do about him” 

Y/n “ excuse me sir can you please explain more of the situation to us” 

Headmaster “ well there as some conflict in the hallways today after some words were said, and soon enough the fight had started between all of the boys and Lo’ak … lucky enough neteyam and aonung were able to break it up with the help of Rotxo and spider but there are some people to blame for his fight and another matters” 

Jake “ Lo’ak sir we are sorry about his lately he hasn’t been the same” 

Headmaster “ yes I will like to address that was well as this fight is connected to other matters, Lo’ak hasn’t been doing well in school for the past couple months as you all know and after some investigation we found out why …” 

JAke “ we know why he a trouble maker that why he never does anything right like his siblings and now he gotten his friends and cousins involved” 

Neytiri “ did anyone else get hurt in the fight” 

Headmaster “ well not that much but there are some to be some matters we need to discuss with the others boys families and your sons friends families as well” 

Jake “ yes sir let that happened” 

Y/n “ Jake please clam down” 

Jake “ ……” soon the other families had came into the room and they all looked disappointed. 

Ronal “ it seems like Lo’ak keeps on getting in trouble” 

Norm “ Jake what happened I get a call telling my son was involved in fight, that included loak” 

Jake “ yes I’m sorry everyone as it seem like my son as done something completely stupid” 

Y/n “ Jake we haven’t heard the whole story yet” 

Mother “ back here once again you playing the same tune over and over, always standing up for the punk child you have” 

Y/n “ leave my son out of this matter right now” 

Tonowari “ what going to happen” 

Jake “ I and neytiri have made a plan” 

Y/n “ a plan without speaking with me his mom your guys wife” 

Neytiri “ because you baby him to much that why we are here, if you have done a better job then our family will be perfect and our marriage will be perfect as well” 

Y/n “ what are you talking about” 

Jake “ we can deal with this later as today onwards Lo’ak will no longer be a problem for anyone here as I’m having him sent to boarding school” 

Y/n “ Jake he our son why send him away” 

Jake “ I’m doing what best for everyone that boy need discipline and the school, can deal with him and there nothing else you can do” 

Y/n “ no you are not sending him away like that”

Neytiri “ it to late it has already been decided he going that all, we will pay for any damage at had been caused because of loak”

Headmaster “ which school will be sending him”

Jake “ this school I had been told about it before and decided enough was enough, in doing what best for my family and everyone else” some of the adults agreed on this decision while you and headmaster along with Norm felt worried. Jake soon gave the flyer to the headmaster who looked over it. 

Headmaster “ I have some friends who work there I will give them a call, and send over Loak information”

Jake “ thank you once again I’m sorry for my son actions everyone, I will make sure it never happens again in the future” soon the meeting had ended and everyone gather up their kids and left for home. It was easy to tell nothing good was going to come out of these decisions made. Once the sully family arrived home there was a family meeting.

Jake “ after this week you will be going to you new school loak”

Loak “ new school”

Neytiri “ I and your father have decided you need to attend boarding school, this school is highly recommended and will help deal with your delinquent behavior”

Loak “ no you can’t send me away”

Jake “ it always done you are leaving within a week”

Look “ mama did you know”

Jake “ no you mama didn’t know we did this behind her back, as we knew she will stop us you have disappointed us all expected your mama but needs to happen loak” 

Loak “ but dad hear me out if you will just…”

Jake “ no you have done enough look at what happened to your brother snd spider, along with Ao’nung and Rotox they were hurt because of you … it all because of you never thinking about anyone else but yourself”

Y/n “ Jake stop it he still our son your son”

Jake “…….”

Loak “ when I leave can I stay in contact with all my siblings and cousin, along with my friends as well I still wish to speak with tsireya as well like we do all the time” loak was looking at Jake hoping for some good news.

Jake “ after today your contact with your cousins and friends will be limited, and that means mostly tsireya as well their parents had asked for this after the trouble that had been caused today”

Loak “ dad please no”

Jake “ I’m sorry son but these are the consequences of your actions, maybe in time you can be in contact with everyone else but for now it limited or will be no contact at all”

Loak “ ……….”

Y/n “ Jake don’t you think that to harsh”

Jake “ no and the same thing goes for you siblings as well, we will all need time to adjust to the situation your mama will be different situation”

Loak “ yes dad I’m sorry”

Jake “ you can leave now and make sure to apologize to everyone, I will not have you leave here without saying sorry” Loak had nodded his head and soon walked off, to his room upstairs. 

Y/n “ you thinking sending him away will be a good solution”

Jake “ yes we can no longer deal with him like this, and this has affected our family enough it might start effecting us more as well”

Neytiri “ think about Tuk she so young she will soon pick his behavior we don’t need that, and we need to think about neteyam and Kiri as well wasting their time fixing his mistakes” 

Y/n “ he just a teen and maybe there more to story”

Jake “ well you can believe that all you want but he leaving if like it or not” you didn’t say anything else as you soon left to go make dinner, tonight dinner was not that happy as the rest of the kids were told of news of loak leaving. 

That night 

Y/n “ hey buddy”

Loak “ hey mama”

Y/n “ I’m sorry loak I was not able to protect you from all that was happening in school”

Loak “ that headmaster told you didn’t he”

Y/n “ yes he called me after dinner and the teacher left messages as well, I’m sorry my son”

Loak “it okay mama hey maybe when I leave everyone will throw a party, yes in honor of me being gone for good and everyone being rid of bad child”

Y/n “ oh loak” you soon hugged your son as he cried a bit he was leaving everyone and everything he loved behind. There was no stopping it now it was go to this school or what else he dad thought up. True to Jake words contact with his friends and others were limited or didn’t happen. 

The day of Loak leaving

Speaker “ flight 26789 will be departing soon at gate 23B”

Loak “ that my flight”

Jake “ yes it this someone at the school will be waiting to pick you up there, and take you there”

Loak “ yes sir”

Neytiri “ it will be some time until we can see you again for a visit” 

Loak “ yes ma’am” 

Y/n “ come on I will walk you to the gate” 

Jake “ y/n we can …..”

Y/n “ in taking my son to gate as it will be a long time until I see him again” you soon walked off with Loak and his backpack, and his suitcase were being loaded onto the plane. 

Y/n “ it going to be a long flight you own”

Loak “ yes mama I know”

Y/n “ all on your own”

Loak “ I will be fine mama no need to cry or worry”

Y/n “I’m going to miss you honey but I know you will do great that this school, even your old headmaster and teachers said that as well”

Loak “ yes”

Y/n “ there will be some forms you will need to drop off once you get there, but once there you get to make some decisions as well”

Loak “ I know mama I have decided on something already, I texted everyone and try to start a FaceTime call but got nothing”

Y/n “ I’m sorry you didn’t get to a proper send off”

Loak “ well I love this send off mama”

Y/n “ good I pack some snacks and stuff you like along with money as well, if you need help on anything call me and family”

Loak “ yes mama hey I might come back a changed boy”

Y/n “ don’t change that much” 

Loak “ what about them how are you going to be”

Y/n “ I will be okay and hey maybe it time I take some of advice we were given by him” loak laughed a bit at what you had said. 

Loak “ you are going to be great mom”

Y/n “ you are going to be great as well now go along, I love you”

Loak “ I love you as well” mother and son hugged one more time, before you watched loak walk onto the plane and wave goodbye. You saw his plane take off and soon head back towards the entrance you knew your son will do well but nothing will ever be the same again around here.

[alottiegoingon]

hc! first date & movie nights with van

van palmer x fem!reader

summary: first date with van and my personal movie related headcanons!!

pls let me know if i made a mistake, it's my first time writing for a non binary character and i dont wanna mess it up <3

warnings: van is non binary!!, established relationship and marriage (you lucky bastard), slightly domestic life at the end, cursing, no crash but huh..., reader and van being two awkward idiots at first, spoilers of movies i guess?, all the girls are friends, fluff, english mistakes and not proofread

- of course that your first date with van consisted in going out for movies and you were both SO excited!!

- you knew that van had a tough relationship with their mom and instead of going to their house to pick them up, they showed up at your door wearing a blue windbreaker jacket over a striped shirt and brown cargo pants, holding a vhs with a collection of vhs with movies that reminded them of you <33

- safe to say that you were both sweating like crazy and giving each other awkward smiles or saying nonsense just to fill the silence

- sometimes you or van would say the stupid shit ever. while waiting in line for tickets, a bunch of teenage boys walked by you carring footballs and van said "boys always have balls with them, don't they?"

- "what?" you ask, pursing your lips to avoid laughing like crazy

- "nothing."

- van would always be willing to have the entire movie theater experience and i think they would be happy to buy some popcorn and a lot of sweets if you liked it. but ever since their teenage years to adulthood, in movies like a quiet place, they would buy absolutely no food to avoid noises and would give people the death stare because they were chewing too loud (so right)

- either way, van wanted everything to be special and didn’t want to sound like a movie freak. surprisingly, this once the movie didn’t matter. it wasn’t the main attraction. you were.

- you chose primal fear with richard gere, trying your best to impress them. besides it was a crime thriller movie thing and if you ever get scared, you could ‘innocently’ hold their hand for reassurance

- obviously, van guessed the plot halfway the movie but didn't want to ruin it for you. in the last 30 minutes of the movie, you look at them with an invested look, whispering "i bet that aaron is a liar, he acts too innocent!" while nervously shoving more popcorn into your mouth

- van already knew that. but seeing you so focused on something they loved so much and actually excited about it made their heart melt "what? no way!" they try to sound surprised and do their best to pretend that they don't believe your theory.

- (they were so proud!!)

- "i can't believe you didn't saw that coming! it was so obvious, van!" you tease them as soon as you left the room, non-stop talking about the movie

- "shut up." but they didn't mean it. they were happily listening to your words and smiling the entire time, not being able to look away from you :(

- you and van went out for a milkshake after the movies and were discussing that first scene of scream where casey's boyfriend is tied up on a chair by ghostface. "that poot guy didn't even stand a chance!" you excitedly say as you sip on your chocolate milkshake. "it must be an awful day to die."

- "maybe you should tie me up!" van mutters with a sly smirk, knowing too well that it would made you blush

- you gasp, jaw dropped and pinkish cheeks while you tried to cover their mouth by leaning yourself from across the table

- standing in the porch of your house, van had their hands on your waist and your palms touch their face while you share your first kiss. you were both really nervous but their lips were so soft that you immediately felt relaxed. you could even taste the strawberry.

- when van and the girls would watch movies together, van would always beg to be the one to pick and make sure that it was the perfect choice. of course that perfect meant something longer than 2 hours and with a lot of social commentary or something considered weird. in horror, thriller or serial killer movies like scream, van and misty would be detective partners together and would probably figure what was going on in ten minutes and ruin it for everyone else

- (deeply believe that van would love the lobster in 2015 and would be happy to explain to you all of their theories or techniques used in the movie and why is it so good even though you were suspicious that they only watched it because of rachel weisz. you wouldn’t understand much but were always happy to hear your spouse talk about things they loved)

- that doesn’t mean that they don’t like some cheesy romcoms or something silly like but i’m a cheerleader or the duff. they were SO obsessed with biac when it came out and couldn’t stop talking about it for MONTHS!!

- “shit, shauna! that girl looks exactly like you!” nat gasped when all the girls decided to watch the movie with van knowing how much they liked it and how good it was for lesbians at the time. shauna rolled her eyes while everyone was laughing and chattering about how she was hilary’s lost twin or something

- “come on, you gotta choose!”when they finally agreed to watch the entire twilight saga, that was your first question as soon as the screen of your tv turned black. they had to choose between jacob or edward and you wouldn’t take no for an answer

- “are you serious? those movies are ridiculous! they are so unrealistic and stereotyped.” van adds, slouched on the couch. "and that weird baby looks exactly like rosemary's baby!"

- you and van lived together after getting married, duh, and every friday was considered movie night. van would close the video store earlier and you would run to the couch with big buckets of popcorn and cozy blankets

- “i know…” you can't help but giggle at the thought of that weird thing they used for renesmee. you also knew that your partner was right. but still, you needed an answer. you had spent hours of your day watching all of that nonsense and what hurt would do if they chose a side?

- “ok, fine.” they groan, wanting to make you happy despite all of their hate for those movies. “edward.”

- “yeah!” you celebrate van's choice, grabbing a bunch of popcorn with your hands. “i hate jacob, he’s so manipulative!” you add

- “okay, okay. don’t get all excited.” van gives you a death stare but you know that they don’t mean it when their lips are begging to curl up in a smile when seeing you excited. t hey disliked the movies, sure, but even though the movies and books were terrible van would always be happy to be near you all the time even if it meant to watch those stupid things.

- "that plot twist in the last movie was good. i'll give you that." and you smile at their attempt to compliment the movie and make you happy

- “but i don’t care about edward. i just don’t like wolves.” van shruggs and you look at themwith furrowed eyebrows. “what? why?”

- “i just have a bad feeling about them!” and you laugh.

[sakurangelic]

Love Fool (2/?)

pairing: student!minho x student!gn!reader feat. student!seungmin genre: enemies to lovers combined with school au summary: Lee Y/N is the new student of the MAXIDENT university. Though, it seems like Y/N gets in some trouble with the popular guy, Lee Minho, right in the first day. Do they grow to hate each other or... love each other? warnings: none word count: 1.5k words (1,578) a/n: make sure to read the first part if you haven't done so! 1 | 2 | 3

"Thanks a lot for ruining my first day, Minho", you grunted and sat at a random desk in anger. You crossed your legs and arms, your tongue poking your cheek, as annoyance was clearly visible on your face. How could you not? After all, you got in trouble on the first day, all because of a stupid boy!

"You're not any better, Y/N", Minho growled and glared at you. He sat at the teacher's desk, placing his legs on it and crossing them.

You glanced over at him with a dumbfounded expression, slightly raising your eyebrow as you asked, "Are you even allowed to sit there? It's the teacher's desk after all; there are so many free student desks here…"

"Who?"

"Y—"

"Asked", he added.

You blinked. You were confused about his words and how any of them made sense. You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Who asked, you bird brain." Minho mocked me and rolled his eyes, letting his head fall and staring at the ceiling. "Do I have to remind you? I'm Lee Minho."

"Yeah, right, okay…" you whispered, feeling a bit hurt about his rude attitude. Obviously, you wouldn't care about such a person with attitude issues, but it really ruined your mood and motivation that school in South Korea will go well. You still remember how excited you felt when you arrived at your aunt's house and couldn't believe you made it to MAXIDENT University, one of the hardest performing arts and dance universities to get into and the best one in South Korea.

But then you remembered. It's just the first day. You have so many days, months, and years ahead to experience. You can't let a jerk like Minho make you give up, especially after all the years of hard work and learning to get here. And coming back to a country where you struggle with the language, yet still doing your best. You were sure that, despite the language barrier, you were going to find your friend group and make good memories with them.

Internally, you smiled to yourself. On the outside, you kept the same neutral expression on your face. You didn't want the male to bring up the fact that you randomly smiled for no reason, in dead silence, and make fun of it till your last breath in this building. In order to help the time pass and distract yourself from the fact that Minho was quite literally standing in front of you at the teacher's desk that he apparently claims is "his own desk", you searched through your school bag for your notebook. In the metallic spiral ring, there was a pencil that was designed by you with colourful duct tape, which you later drew cute and small doodles on, such as hearts, cats, diamonds, flowers, and more. As for the notebook cover, it was filled with different kinds of stickers that you had collected throughout your childhood, and your name was written on it, both in English and Korean.

You took out the pencil from the metallic spiral ring, opened an empty page, and started doodling the first thing that came to mind: your aunt's collection of plants and flowers. It was no surprise when you remembered how much of a big fan of nature she is and how she's a botanist. You could only remember how she would always babysit you during the summer, back when you were little, because of your mom who was busy with work. She would show you her collection of books and encyclopaedias about plants, explaining them in a fun and charming way. If you were lucky, your aunt would sometimes even bring you to the botanic garden she works at, and you would always admire the different kinds of plants. Something she always told you and, till this day, you still remember it is: 'See how every plant is different, but beautiful in their own way? That's how we humans are'. Such words fascinated you at that age, and, well… they still do.

Reminiscing about these childhood memories definitely helped you feel better and forget about what happened moments ago. By now, you had finished drawing about four or five plants out of, who knows, how many your aunt had. You tried counting once, but you weren't really that bored to count till the end. You probably gave up after 10 anyway, from what you remember.

Even though you kept yourself busy with this stuff, when you suddenly stopped drawing, that's when you realised just how loud the silence was. Then the question popped: What has Minho been doing the whole time? You did tell yourself to not pay him any attention, but it just seemed so weird for him to be this quiet. While it was wrong to assume whether he's usually loud or quiet after barely meeting him, based on the impression you got and how hard he showed off the fact he's "really popular", you wouldn't be necessarily surprised for him to find himself always having to say something in any situation. Then, why didn't he continue the conversation from earlier?

That's when you realised you were feeling a gaze on you. Your eyes slowly travelled up and met Minho's. You were slightly shocked to see the look in his eyes. He was completely lost in his thoughts and seemed to try figuring something out as he was staring at your birthmark. Between your right cheek and eye, you had a small mole with a soft shade of cocoa, looking like a perfectly drawn circle.

"What?", You broke the silence with your sudden question before the male looked away as if nothing had happened.

An awkward silence (pun intended) fell, and you were staring at him, waiting for him to do or say something, as you slowly placed the pencil in your notebook. Suddenly, Minho got up, fixed the tie on his uniform, and put his hand in his pockets as he made his way out of the detention room. All you could do was just watch him leave, your eyes still waiting for an answer. The door shut behind him, and your eyes remained fixed on it for a minute.

You tucked your lips and turned your head to the clock above the board. A sigh of slight annoyance left your lips when you realised that you didn't check the time when you entered detention because you were too mad to think about how long you were going to stay here. Neither did the teacher mention how long detention would last for you two, unless it was an unspoken rule that you had no idea about. Everything felt frustrating; why were you lost about this stuff? You were starting to doubt how easily you were going to adapt yourself in this new environment compared to the people in your year who had an year to get used to it. - "So, Lee Y/N from 'S' Class (another pun), which is my class, why are you still not in detention?", one of the teachers that was apparently your homeroom teacher questioned.

You were standing there awkwardly, slowly smiling awkwardly, and trying to find a way to explain it. "Well, Mr. Ahn didn't tell us how long detention would last…" You paused for a moment and continued, "I'm new here, and I thought that if Lee Minho left, then that would mean detention was over." You bowed at her, nervous about her reaction.

"Alright, I'll let it pass this time. You're new here, and his leaving did confuse you. I would have preferred you to have asked Mr. Ahn before leaving; he tends to be forgetful and wants to quickly send students to detention to continue his lessons…", Ms. Kang slowly nodded and rambled on.

"But anyways, you said you needed help with taking your notes from the classes you missed during detention, right?"

"Yes, that's right. I haven't gotten the chance to make any friends in my class", you explained quickly, hoping Ms. Kang would find a solution and just let you go home.

"Oh, I have just the right student for you to give you the notes! He's the class president, Kim Seungmin. Here, this is his phone number, and you can text him to send you the notes", Ms. Kang showed you the number on her phone screen, and you added that number as 'Kim Seungmin'.

You once again bowed to her and gave her a sweet smile. "Thank you so much, Ms. Kang! And I apologise for the mess."

"No worries, but I expect you tomorrow to do better, Lee Y/N. See you tomorrow."

You watched as your homeroom teacher walked away, going to the teacher's room to grab her stuff. You sighed, tilting your head on the sides to crack it, and made your way home. - When you arrived home, you sat at your desk and went on your phone. You tapped on the contact named 'Kim Seungmin' and stared at the empty conversation. You were hesitating to text anything, but you knew that you really needed those notes. With a slight nervousness, you texted Seungmin. To your luck, he was quick to reply and send the notes to you. Thanking him, you went to write the notes and study them.

You wondered what would happen tomorrow. After all, Ms. Kang hoped that you wouldn't get into another trouble like today.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

ok dillo hear me out bc this idea has been rotating in my mind way longer than it should;

the’s reactions to having to bail you out

That is all :)

A/N: Sophie you little genius, I loved writing these! Thanks so much for requesting!

DARRY CURTIS

From the moment you make the phone call, to the moment he picks you up out of jail, you’re getting the disappointed mom voice

He just sighs and gives you that look and instantly, you feel like the biggest jerk in the universe

Doesn’t matter how pointless your crime may have been, Darry’s gonna make you feel bad for it

He’s got tons of practice and has really perfected the disappointed mom card when it comes to his siblings so he doesn’t even hesitate to use it on you

If getting hauled in and having Darry come to pick you up isn’t embarrassing enough, he will make you apologize to the police officers for your behaviour <3

If you don’t want to? Bam, he gives you the disappointed look and it’s all over for you 

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop is going to giggle when he sees you in a jail cell and I mean full-on giggling, those pretty dimples fully on display <3

Will ask with all the feigned innocence in the world what you’ve done to find yourself in this position-

There’s a very high chance that he was also involved in whatever you got caught doing

Lucky for you, Sodapop is willing to give up part of his paycheck if it means you don’t have to spend the night in jail

He may be a little shit sometimes but he’s a good guy and won’t think twice about handing the money over so you can get out

Whenever you stop by the DX though, Sodapop might deny your privileges to free snacks because he paid your bail and he claims that he needs to be reimbursed 

PONYBOY CURTIS

It depends on what you got hauled in for that determines whether or not Ponyboy’s gonna show up with bail and how long he’s gonna let you rot in the jail cell- 

If it’s for something stupid that’s totally your fault, you’re gonna have to wait for a while before Ponyboy shows up

You’re gonna get that disappointed card pulled again, he stole that trick from Darry

Sodapop doesn’t do a convincing enough disappointed card but Ponyboy’s is just as bad as his older brother’s

If you get picked up for something that definitely isn’t your fault, Ponyboy’s a little quicker to bring in the bail and get you out of a cell

He’s a little snippy when you’re innocent, being a little ruder than is necessary with the officers when he’s getting you out

DALLAS WINSTON

Lemme just set one thing straight here, okay guys?

Dally is not going to ever bail you out of jail, this man isn’t going to spend his money to bail you out (he has no money to bail you out either, but that’s not important right now)

The reason for that is because if you’re in jail, Dally’s gonna be sitting right alongside you

If you got in trouble, you were probably doing something with him and the cops know well enough to haul him in too

It doesn’t even matter if Dally’s completely innocent, they know he’s probably done something that deserves some jail time

So who do you call? It’s gonna depend on who owes Dally a favor and who you can manage to sweet-talk into bailing the two of you out  

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny’s probably the one that’s going to give you the least amount of trouble when it comes to bailing you out

He’d pay your bail, giving you this little smile that shows you just how amused he is by the whole thing

He’s one of the few boys who’ve never gotten hauled in, I have a feeling, so he thinks it’s funny you’re the one behind bars

Johnny is interested to know what exactly you did that landed you in the cooler and yes, as soon as he knows, he’s telling the rest of the gang before you can even try to downplay the story

There’s a very high chance that the money Johnny hands over to the cops isn’t his, and by that, I mean he’s managed to collect money from like everyone else to pay for you

A little bit from Two, some from Sodapop and Steve at the DX, maybe even a little from Dally if can convince the greaser, because let’s be honest, no one can say no to Johnny

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit cannot and will not stop laughing, he finds it so amusing to see you behind the bars of a jail cell

That being said, if Two-Bit has enough money in his pockets, he will bail you out!

But it’s like a 50/50 chance that he has enough money, this boy would seriously show up with no money in his pocket just to laugh at you

He’d be interested to know what you got hauled in for though, Two-Bit wants to hear all the details of your little felony <3

He may or may not bring one or two of the boys along with him so you’ve got a few of the gang laughing while you stand in the cell

If you’re together? He’d give you a quick kiss between the bars before leaving, you better hope that he’s going to get the bail and doesn’t get distracted by anything shiny-

STEVE RANDLE

As with Dallas, the chance that Steve is sitting next to you in jail is incredibly high considering he likes to lift hubcaps and drag race, neither of which are entirely legal

When that happens, one of you calls Sodapop and the other calls Darry depending on how the Sodapop call goes

But! On the rare chance that you end up in jail and not Steve, expect a very long conversation

Steve is going to tease you for getting hauled in, flaunting the bail money but not handing it over until he’s satisfied with how riled up he can get you

He calls you a jailbird for a solid week, forget about trying to keep your time behind bars quiet because Steve has no such intentions

Everyone will know, trust me guys, everyone 

TIM SHEPARD

Tim is kind of surprised when he gets a call from the station and not Curly or Dally or the boys from his gang

Lo and behold it’s none other you, little ol’ you, who’s asking Tim to come and bail them out of jail

You’re still on the phone and Tim’s already counting out the cash to come and get you

When he gets there, he’s gonna be such a jerk about it that-

Teasing you and acting like he’s so offended to have to come and bail you out while he’s got the bail money in his back pocket

Can I just tell you how shocked the police are when he waltzes in, smug and so sure of himself because this time, he hasn’t actually done anything wrong  

CURLY SHEPARD

Once again, if you get hauled in, Curly’s getting hauled in right alongside you

I just have this feeling that whenever this boy catches wind of you doing something illegal, he’s running to join you

Partially because he wants to make sure you don’t get hauled in all by yourself cause he knows it really sucks and partially because he takes such joy in breaking the rules

Usually, your phone calls are spent on Tim, trying to convince him to shell out bail for the two of you

But, when Curly doesn’t get hauled in and you call him to bail you out, he can’t help but be a bother and annoy you

Where did little Curly Shepard get the money to bail you out you may ask? It’s better that you don’t know <3

[punkpoemprose]

I’ll Be Home for Christmas- 1940′s Kristanna Fic

Universe: 1940′s/ WW2 AU

Rating: G (General Audiences, fluff)

Length: 2136 Words

Summary: Continuation of my other WW2 oneshot Pen Pals that no one asked for.

A/N: Kristanna Advent 2022 Day 14. I was doing research for a holidays throughout history project for work and I just couldn’t help but daydream about this AU a little bit while I was working. I love a good historical AU.

Anna was, as always, grateful for Kristoff’s assistance as they loaded his truck with the gifts she’d spent hours painstakingly wrapping in bits and pieces of used wrapping paper. With rationing weighing so heavily on everyone this Christmas, she’d wanted to do her due diligence as a patriotic young lady, as a head hostess of the USO, but she’d also wanted to ensure that everything looked sufficiently merry and bright for the children. They’d drop the paper off to the chamber of commerce when they were done, along with the newspapers they’d both been collecting, so that they could be reused for the war effort.

“Oh the moms are all so excited that the children will have a real Santa this year. One of the gal’s moms was Mrs. Claus last year and while the boys and girls weren’t disappointed, it’s just so much more exciting to see Kris Kringle himself.”

Kristoff chuckled as he closed the gate on the back of his truck. For someone who had once come across as unfriendly and cross, Kristoff was one of the most jovial and kindhearted men she’d ever met.

“Kris Kringle,” he said, grinning at her, “Isn’t that a laugh with how often you’ve been calling me Kris lately.”

“Don’t you like it?” she asked, feeling a bit self-conscious as she flushed under the weight of his attention. They’d only been going steady for a few months now and she was starting to worry that maybe he didn’t like the silly little things she did, like giving him nicknames, and just didn’t have the heart to tell her. Her ex-boyfriend had had no such compunctions and had frequently made her feel quite stupid for the ways in which she’d expressed her affections. When Anna had mentioned that, mentioned him, in passing Kristoff had seemed more likely to punch the man’s lights out than he would ever be to emulate any of his behaviors.

“I do,” he said with a dazzling grin, “I just wonder if maybe that’s why I agreed so easily when you asked me to play the big man in red, because I was already used to being your Kris Kringle.”

She laughed in return, unable to help herself when he was teasing her with such good-natured fondness. Truthfully, she couldn’t resist laughing at every chance she could with him, as she never quite knew when their good fortune and joy might end. He’d been back home for a couple of months now, and she’d been enjoying every moment of it, but there had been no word from his commanding officers or the army doctors on when, or if, he would be returning to the warfront.

They both lived on a knife’s edge, knowing that each day together could be their last, knowing that the war that had brought them together may rip them apart again. It was something that woke her from a hard sleep in the middle of the night and made her wish, beyond all things, that he could be there in bed with her so that she didn’t need to worry that he might have vanished overnight. She dreaded the day that she would only be able to send him letters again, the day when she’d have to worry about whether she’d ever receive a reply again. It was torture to not have answers, and yet each day that she didn’t know was one more day he spent on US soil with her.

“I think you agreed because you’re a good man Mr. Bjorgman. If all of us USO ladies were so lucky to have a big strong man like you at our beck and call, we’d have the entirety of the enlisted forces entertained, in care packages, and generally positive before the new year.”

He walked around the truck and wrapped his arms around her as snowflakes fell softly around them.

“No Ms. Arendelle, that’s just something you aim to do. I think if most of the USO girls had a man to help them out they’d just as soon quit the work altogether.”

Anna knew that he was at least partially right. Many of the girls, those who were not already in a relationship or uninterested in a relationship, were members of the USO to enjoy the attention of the servicemen and servicewomen and potentially catch themselves a G.I. sweetheart. Anna was one of the few that continued her work for the USO after getting with a man who was at home, but that was because she’d never been doing her work to find a man, that had merely been a happy accident. No, she had joined the USO because she knew it was what she could do to assist with the War effort, and if that meant putting on a victory red lip, curling her hair, and planning parties, she would don her gay apparel like battle armor and plan events like a military strategist.

“It’s hard work,” she admitted, “I can understand some gals wanting to stop or cut back, especially when they’ve got someone else to care for.”

Kristoff ducked his head down to press a kiss to her lips. He always kissed her so gently before she was due at an event, and he never even once so much as smudged her lipstick before they left for the night. Coming back, of course, was a different story.

She kissed him back, melting into his arms as snowflakes collected on her woolen coat, in her hair, and on his broad shoulders, where she rested her gloved hands.

If they didn’t have children to give a Christmas to, she would have stood there all night until they both froze or their love kept them warm.

***

Kristoff was, absolutely, the best Santa Claus Anna had ever seen, and she’d seen several. The way in which he understood the children, his patience for them and the way in which he listened as they sat upon his lap, had Anna, and many of the moms in the room, absolutely melting. She almost wished that she could tell the children that beneath the santa suit they were speaking to Private First Class Bjorgman, an American serviceman, just like their fallen fathers.

She’d been nervous asking Kristoff to be Santa for this reason. Their yearly USO sponsored Christmas supper with Santa was held for widows and orphans of the war, and Anna hadn’t been sure how Kristoff would feel acting like a jolly old elf for the children of fallen servicemen in their hometown. He likely knew some of the children’s fathers, either from school or from town before the war if he hadn’t known them in the service. Sometimes it was hard for Anna to keep a brave face when she looked into the eyes of children and women who had lost someone so near and dear to them, but Kristoff did it with great poise and with a joy that seemed more than dutiful.

Anna still didn’t know how she’d managed to be so lucky as she watched him carefully set a little girl, present in hand, to the floor with the utmost gentleness. She’d never thought that she’d find a man like Kristoff, and she’d managed to do so by sending letters halfway across the world. She was certain that there was no woman alive as fortunate as her.

“How is your leg,” she asked quietly as some of the other girls served plates of cookies and glasses of milk to the children and their mothers.

Kristoff, still in Santa mode as the children could see him, merely smiled.

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” he said as one of the photographers walked in their direction, having just taken a photo of a little girl, “feeding” her newly unwrapped dolly a cookie, “You could even sit on my lap if you wanted, tell Santa what you want for Christmas and the USO gets a good PR photo to put on their recruitment poster.”

Anna gave him a good long look, observing the man behind the beard and finding his response both honest, Kristoff couldn’t ever lie to her and she always knew when he was in more pain than he was saying, and also a bit cheeky. She tried to tamp down her flush as she realized that he wanted her to sit on his lap, and that she wanted to do it as well.

“Well if Santa must know,” she said, sitting as gracefully and lightly onto his lap as she could manage, balancing her weight more onto his uninjured leg than the healed one as best as she could, “I don’t want anything. I have everything I could want.”

“What a good girl,” Kristoff replied, his voice low and without a trace of the santa voice he’d been using with the kids, even as the photographer approached them, “Not even a few more ration stamps?”

She tsked in mock annoyance, “Santa, how dare you even imply such a thing, I am a good patriot and I use my ration stamps sparingly. I haven’t even bought sugar this month unless it was for a USO event.”

“Well you’re sweet enough without it,” he said, clearly teasing her.

The photo was taken as she was looking at him with great affection, and she wondered if maybe, if she asked the photographer kindly after the event, she might be able to get a print to give to her penpal PFC Bjorgman, just in case he was called back to service and needed something to remember their time together by.

***

Kristoff kissed Anna like a man starved as his truck idled in her driveway. Once Santa had been done for the evening, PFC Bjorgman had arrived at the event in his dress uniform and had spoken to the children briefly about how proud he, and the other servicemen were of them for staying strong and brave for them all, and Anna had cried over it.

He’d kissed her by way of apology for making her cry once they’d arrived, and she’d pushed his olive drab garrison cap from his head to have easy access to his hair. Her fingers were tangled in it as she kissed his greedily, pulling him as close as his truck’s layout would allow, stealing time until she had to go inside without him.

“You never told me what you wanted for Christmas,” he said, breathing heavily between kisses as if she’d really taken his breath away by her attentions to him.

“I did, I just really don’t want anything… or at least nothing that Santa could bring me, nothing someone can buy at a store.”

He leaned in to kiss her again, and she gladly accepted the kiss, even if it was slower than what she wanted, and somewhat lacking in heat, it was tender and made her melt. Kristoff reached over as he kissed her, to turn down the radio volume. They’d been listening to the news on their way home, but now they were playing a new Bing Crosby song called “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” and it was providing a lovely bit of background noise to their time alone.

“Well if you won’t give me an idea…”

He released her and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling something white from within.  

“This is for you, I’ll get you a real present too, but I’ve noticed lately that you’ve seemed worried so when I got the letter yesterday I thought I’d best show it to you.”

He handed her a letter and in the dim light of the truck she slid it from its envelope and began to read what she could see of it.

PFC Kristoff Bjorgman…. Temporary medical discharge… Honorable… Thank you for your service…

“What does this mean?” she asked, squinting at the paper, trying to make out more of the words and feeling her heart race in her chest as he mind swum with the possibilities.

“It means that I’m no longer an active duty serviceman because of my injury because it’s as healed as its ever going to get. It also means that if I’m called back to service I’m likely to be called for some sort of work on US soil. In the meantime I’m going to go to the city firehall and hope they meant it when they said they were going to keep our jobs for us while we were out fighting, because I’m going to need to do something for a living.”

Anna felt relief flood through her as she leaned forward to kiss him again. This time he didn’t hold back, pulling her into his lap and kissing her with all the energy he could muster after a long evening of assisting her with her work, which was perhaps unsurprisingly, quite a lot.

[goldbscurity]

This, is something unexpected.

I don't even know where to begin.

But we begin the conversation on 26th of March 2022.

I don't know how did I start.

But we did start for our first date on 9th April 2022, it was the longest date I've ever been on (besides it's only my third date in my whole life), lasted for 8-9 hours.

Long story short, we officially become in a relationship on 21st May 2022 by the end of our 4th date. Perhaps for some it was too long. Perhaps for some it was too quick. Well for me, it was just right.

Fast forward 18th June 2022, I said I love you.

Too fast! No, I don't think so. I think it was just also right.

You're asking why?

I was on my teary eyes, hearing what he said about me to his mom when she asked what's so interesting with me. He has this genuine answer with all kind words, saying how tough I am and that talking to me, feels like a reflection cause we've been through similar things.

That was the nicest thing someone has ever said to me, about myself. Not my ability, not my physicality, but deep, looking deep into who I am.

Yes, I almost cried

I kinda know I love him about a week before, doing some research to make sure if it's not just an impulse but promised myself not to say it; but anyway hearing that, I just thought it was more than just an reassurance for myself and there you go, I said it.

And when I said it? It feels like a whole bunch of rocks were lifted up from my body; I feel light. I feel right.

Feels good. Cause I know it's true.

(his side; he gets caught off guard, he did say it back quickly, too quick I know he's not ready so I consider it as a-no-saying-back, and that's ok, told him to say it when he's ready, no pressure)

Anyway,

I'm happy. I'm ecstatic. I feel lucky to meet someone just like him. I feel lucky to feel supported, loved, cared, but also not stopping me from growth and pushing me to be more better. I'm glad to find my safe space.

All I can think now is that this one gonna hurt so fuckin bloody much if this ever not working out.

Which I hope never.

This time, after 8 years, I finally be able to open myself up, to be vulnerable, to love, to feel worthy of being loved, to comfortably feel adored. I can put my head up, stand up looking at the future as two people working out things putting collective efforts endlessly. I speak my mind up and my needs, I compromise while also putting boundaries.

I really hope this time, universe won't betray me. Time won't lie to me. Things would just be my friend and work out with me.

I love him. He's basically my best friend to talk about rubbish things from stupid things to planned things together. My partner to have a slow dancing with.

And here I am, praying to God, asking His blessings so we can be worthy and good for each other.

This, is truly an unexpected turn of events.

This, is an unexpected blessings.

And I am grateful.

[annbobko]

Greetings to all my friends and foes and froes!

Okay, lets talk about something more casual, keep some war-life balance if you know what I mean. Oh, fun fact - some Ukrainian soldiers are attending their civil jobs from trenches) Teachers, it-specialists, business people can attend meeting with explosions and gun fire sounds in the background) We all look up for something normal these days and learn the value of simple things.

So I wanna tell something about my life in case you wanna listen about it) I'm living in a countryside about 15 km from Dnipro city, my family moved here when I was 9, before that we lived in Dnipro. I don't have any siblings. My mom died of cancer one month before the start of full-scale invasion. Yeah, 2022 hit me fucking hard. I still have a father but we aren't and never were close. But I have the best friends in the world, the best dog in the world and cat. Just cat. They are cuties only at the Internet, in real life cats are demons of Satan. Haha, okey, joking, I love this furball even though he bites and scratches and wakes me up at 3 am)

I want to tell you how I love my dog and dogs in general but there are no words to describe it in any language. So I am just showing this love by playing and feeding ang rubbing and hugging ang kissing my god (her name is Alice she's amstaff), my friend's dog, my friend's friends dogs, stray dogs... Loving and feeding dogs is officially my hobby!

I love all the animals actually. So lucky me that in 10 min from my house on public transport there's a stable. And my bestie Nastia is a horse rider so I come there twice a week to help her and her beautiful mare Camri with trainings. I feed Camri a lot too) I attended horse-riding lessons too but quit cause I genuinely don't like sport only spending time with animals.

My second big love is reading. I learnt to read when I was 3 years old and since then books are my attendants. Sounds cliché, I know, but it describes my reading experience perfectly. I learn from books, grow with heroes, I lived in hundreds of worlds and experiences of my favourite heroes played the significant role in forming my personality.

My forever favourite book universes are Middle Earth and Neverland (the Witcher's world). Honestly I am a bit of a nerd about these two) I read all of the Tolkien's works, played all the games, I have a collection of encyclopedias about these two worlds. I don't have almost any staff, though, cause I'm just not into collecting things. And mostly because of all this background of years into canon I despise Amazon's lotr and Netflix' witcher. Why to take wonderful universes and just shit them right into my eyes? And plot is stupid in both cases, change my mind. Oh, almost forgot - I'm a huge fan of ebooks and genuinely believe that Kindle was the best investment in my life)

I also love travelling. Sadly I've never been abroad but hey, I'm just 20, all life is ahead. If ruzzians won't kill me. Or car accident. Or disease... Okay, I'm being optimistic as always. But you know what - shit happens. But I'm gonna live this life and find all the ways to enjoy it no matter what!

I'm gonna tell you about my few trips through Ukraine in the next post. Love you and thanks for staying with Ukraine!

[lebenspurpur]

AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

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Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

[mxthtea]

always scared to do requests non-anon so uh

could we get some.... currently released archons all share custody over reader as a child but like... they're not dating each other of anything they just all collectively adopted reader kusfjghd

return of 🎐anon

ty 🎐 anon,, i love this,, (this is all platonic i just put 'x reader' things for attention)

req rules/info

venti & child!gn!reader & zhongli & baal warnings: written before baal's release, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any description: you have 3 archon parents, not dating each other, they just decided to adopt you one day. lucky you :) word count: 1092

'm not even gonna explain how the archons adopted you They Just Did. maybe they encountered you one day and just decided to co-parent. maybe there was an elaborate plan. who knows, you don't and neither does venti.

zhongli is definitely the more 'parental' one of the three, he works with hu tao after all. baal beats venti by a smidge, she's still a bit unorthodox in her ways but she does have her moments of being a proud mom. venti has no idea how to take care of a child. but he does play with you a lot! better at the other two when it comes to having fun with you.

zhongli does disagree with the fact venti lifts you high into the air to play sometimes but ffppff whatever!! you like it n you giggle n you look happy so venti gives the old man a smug look before doing it again. venti won't let you get hurt after all.

they're all protective over you, but baal can go overboard at points. you're a child after all. if there's even a small rumor doing around she won't hesitate to find the person or group who started it and teach them a liil lesson. the other two archons say that's not the healthiest option for your friendships but baal says it's fine. you're none the wiser as you play with one of the shibas.

ok i'm just gonna say it, zhongli will use fatui funds to get you stuff. want some candies? childe gave zhongli some mora so he'll use it for some. need new clothes?? banks got it covered. plushie you liked? yep, yours. don't thank the fatui, call childe a stupid fatui man anyways. eat his mask too.

for my own self indulgence, their arms are always open to comfort you. zhongli can set work aside for another day if you ever start feeling down or just want some company. he can always tell his stories from the 6000+ years of his existence to comfort you.

venti's always willing to stay by your bed if you can't sleep. he'll play some songs on his lyre to calm you down and will of course offer his own tales if you need. even when you fall asleep, he'll stay by your side if you need him.

as said before, baal can get quite physical if anyone speaks ill of you. but of course she will comfort you through it as well. her arms are open when you need her. she can show you parts of inazuma and show you the floral and fauna around, even if you've seen it before.

the smile on your face is the most precious thing to the three of them. they'll do anything to help you through hard times. you hold an important place in their hearts after all, you mean the world to them.

while the three of them are chaotic together, they have a shared interest of protecting you and keeping you safe and happy. if you want to go on a picnic with them all it's happening. no, venti doesn't bring alcohol. he knows better.

you played with butterflies as the archons, or your parents, watched you quietly. that day you had a strong urge to go on a picnic with the three so you walked to zhongli and asked him. venti was immediately excited, already chatting with you where you all would go for the trip. you bounced up and down as you told him all the places you wanted to go, from starsnatch all the way to inazuma city.

while going across each nation wasn't something you could do, you could at least settle with staying in liyue and going to the other places another day.with baal and her duties, she was harder to rope into the event. but after you pleading with her, she had agreed to come along. zhongli did most of the cooking for the other two, venti played with you while waiting, and baal helped zhongli with preparations outside of the food. once everything was prepared, the four of you set off to a meadow-y area cleared of monsters and safe to stay in.

"we should do this more," venti said, looking at the other two.

zhongli gave a silent nod as he continued to watch you. baal gave no answer as she turned to venti, then back to you. venti's lips twitched downward before you came running at the three archons with flowers in your hand. you handed each of them one flower, keeping one to yourself as well. "the butterflies landed on these flowers so they're important!"

"why thank you," zhongli smiled. he held the flower close to him as he patted you on the head.

"and they're the prettiest flowers too!" venti said.

"they indeed are," baal nodded. she'd have to make something out of the flowers to remember them.

you beamed as you held the final flower close to your chest. it was always a treat to spend time with all three of your parents. you already knew it might've been hard to do so, so being with all three of them made you so happy it was hard to ever feel down.

even as it came to a close and you walked back to your house, one hand being held by zhongli and the other being held by baal, you felt good. "we should do this again soon," you said.

zhongli could practically feel venti smirking from the side. why did you have to agree with the bard so much…

"we should! maybe even if a month," venti suggested.

"ahem -" zhongli cleared his throat, "we can try to do as soon as we can."

the small pout on your face didn't go unnoticed. baal looked to zhongli, who gave a nod as she picked you up into her arms.

"i can't promise a month, we will surely organize one soon. just so we can see you all together again."

you smiled and wrapped your arms around baal's neck in a hug. "okay! i'll be so excited!"

while a month wasn't promised, you couldn't help but smile while falling asleep in zhongli's lap on the couch back at your home. the other two archons sitting by zhongli as well, with venti on the floor and baal beside zhongli. your dreams would be filled with the possibilities of what to do next time. the flowers sitting on the table in front of the couch as a promise to see them all together soon.

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the girl next door ~ rodrick heffley;diary of a wimpy kid

word count: 1675

request?: yes!

waaaavyguurl “hey! could you do a rodrick heffley imagine where in rodrick rules the fem!reader has just moved in a house next to the heffley’s and she’s in maths class with rodrick. she’s kinda a genius, so he asks her to help him with hw and they start dating ?? maybe with an insert of greg who understands they’re together when he sees them dancing at the party ?? thank u <3″

description: in which rodrick falls for the smart girl next door

pairing: rodrick heffley x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

His mother had been adamant about the entire Heffley family going to greet their new neighbors just a day after they moved in. Susan spent the whole night making brownies, with Manny’s “help”, and had them boxed up and ready to go the next morning.

“What if they’re allergic to brownies?” Greg asked after Frank had to literally drag him out of bed.

“They’re made from scratch, so the only allergies in it are dairy and gluten,” Susan responded.

“Why couldn’t this have waited till tonight?” Rodrick groaned. “Give them some time to breathe before we scare them off.”

“If we wait too long we’ll look like rude neighbors!”

Rodrick rolled his eyes. He was sure none of the other people on the block had went to meet the new neighbors yet, but there was no talking Susan Heffley out of something once she set her mind to it.

She made the boys dress up in their nicest clothes, which for Rodrick was a pair of jeans without holes in them and a plain black t-shirt, before they made their way across the street. Rodrick let out an annoyed sigh as Susan knocked on the door and they waited.

A girl that looked about Rodrick’s age answered the door. Rodrick couldn’t help but stand up a little straighter as her eyes wandered over the family before her. “Uh...hi?”

“Hello!” Susan greeted. “We’re the Heffleys; I’m Susan, this is my husband, Frank, and my boys, Manny, Greg, and Rodrick. We just wanted to come over and welcome you and your parents to the neighborhood with some homemade brownies!”

“Nice to meet you,” the young girl greeted. “I’m (Y/N). You guys actually just missed my parents. They both work morning shifts, they won’t be home until sometime this evening.”

Rodrick held back his desire to tell his mother “I told you so”.

“Wait, so you’re here by yourself?” Greg asked. “That’s so cool!”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I appreciate the gesture none the less, and my parents will, too. I’ll tell them you stopped by, they’ll probably invite you guys back for dinner sometime.”

“That’d be great!” Susan said. “We’ll wait for your call!”

Greg and Manny were the first to break away from their parents, excitedly running back to the house to play video games and watch cartoons like they normally did on a weekend morning. Susan chased after Manny, telling him not to run across the street without her, while Frank just silently left. Rodrick stayed a moment, trying to think of something to say to (Y/N).

“I-I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday,” he finally managed to say, immediately cringing at the stupid thing he decided to say.

(Y/N) smiled at this, though, and responded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday. It’ll be nice to already know a friendly face.”

Rodrick smiled back and nodded. (Y/N) closed the door as Rodrick turned away, silently celebrating to himself before joining his family back at the Heffley household.

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That Monday, Rodrick tried not to seem too obvious as he looked around for (Y/N) at school. He couldn’t hide his disappointment when he couldn’t find her the first half of the day.

When she walked into his sixth period math class, Rodrick smiled widely and waved at her. She smiled back and quickly sat in the empty seat next to him.

“Hey! I finally found you!” she said. “This school is so big, and there’s so many people!”

“Yeah, it is pretty big,” Rodrick responded, lamely. “How have your classes been so far?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “They’re, you know, classes. I feel like I can’t form an opinion on anything yet.”

Before Rodrick could ask anymore questions, the teacher came in to start the class.

Math class always dragged on, but that day it felt like it was going at a pace even slower than a snail. Rodrick wanted nothing more than for the class to just end so he could talk to her more.

“The answer is six,” (Y/N) whispered to herself.

Rodrick looked over at her. “What?”

(Y/N) looked at him. Her face was confused at first until she realized she had spoken out loud. Before she could respond, the teacher asked, “Do you two have something to add Miss. (Y/L/N)? Mr. Heffley?”

The two exchanged a look before (Y/N) responded. “The answer to the equation is actually six. You mixed up on your second to last calculation.”

A snicker came from her classmates as the teacher rolled his eyes at her. “I can assure you my calculations are correct Miss. (Y/L/N).”

“I’m not saying they’re all wrong, just the second to last calculation.” (Y/N) rose from her seat and made her way to the whiteboard. “May I?”

“Oh sure, since you know everything.”

(Y/N) ignored his sarcastic tone and erased everything that was on the board except for the starting equation. Rodrick watched as (Y/N) rewrote the entire equation down to the last step, in which she changed the workings to equal six.

The entire room seemed to hold their breath as (Y/N) turned to their teacher. He had a blank expression on his face before letting out a sigh. “Okay, I see your point. Well done Miss. (Y/L/N), now go sit down.”

(Y/N) returned to her seat next to Rodrick, her cheeks tinted pink.

When class finally ended, Rodrick and (Y/N) left together. “That was so impressive! You’re, like, a math genius.”

“My parents have been teaching me basically since I was born,” (Y/N) explained. “They basically made me an overachiever since birth.”

“That’s cool, though. Maybe you could help me with my homework sometime.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Yeah! I’d love to!”

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Rodrick watched (Y/N) talk to some friends in the living room from his spot in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile when she laughed at whatever one of the girls had said.

(Y/N) had really opened up in the months following her moving in. She had gained a great group of friends and had opened up a lot to the people in their grade. She was no longer the shy new girl, but now the smart, semi-popular girl that everyone loved.

“How long till you tell mom and dad about (Y/N)?” Greg asked as he came to stand next to his big brother.

“Disintegrate child,” Rodrick hissed. “Wait, how do you know about me and (Y/N)?”

Greg scoffed. “Come on, Rodrick. You’ve never looked at a girl the way you look at her, among other very obvious tells. You are totally in love with her.”

“Whoa, whoa. Back it up little bro. In love is a strong word. I like her a lot at the most.”

“Like who a lot?”

(Y/N) walked up to the brothers and threw an arm over Rodrick’s shoulder. He felt his heart starting to race at just her close proximity, and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face knowing she was there next to him.

Okay, maybe I love her a little bit.

“What lucky girl has taken little Rodrick’s heart?” (Y/N) continued with their “friends” bit.

“You can drop it. Greg knows about us.”

(Y/N) sighed with relief as she dropped her arm from Rodrick’s shoulder. “Good. There was no way I was going to be able to pretend that Rodrick liked someone else. I was sure I was gonna crack.”

Rodrick wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and kissed her forehead. (Y/N) leaned into his embrace, a dreamy smile on her face as she peered up at her boyfriend. Greg looked between the two of them, an amused smile on his face.

“I’m happy for you guys,” he said. “But, just remember (Y/N), you could do so much better than Rodrick.”

Rodrick untangled himself from Greg just long enough to feign a threatening punch. Greg took off as soon as Rodrick’s hand went up, disappearing into the crowd of party people around him. Rodrick shook his head and rolled his eyes as (Y/N) laughed.

“He’s smarter than you give him credit for,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Don’t give him too much credit, it’ll go to his already massive sized head,” Rodrick warned her.

(Y/N) laughed before giving Rodrick a quick peck on her lips. “So, Greg has already figured us out. When do we tell your parents?”

Rodrick sighed as he pulled (Y/N) tightly against them. “Realistically, they’re the next step. I don’t need Greg having anything else he can hold over my head as leverage or blackmail. But...I really don’t want you to meet them. Not because I don’t think they’d like you, they already love you more than they love the three of us. It’s just...mom is super overbearing, especially with girlfriends. The last one I had that I brought to meet them, mom straight up asked her if she planned to ever have kids and get married after graduating high school.”

(Y/N) covered her mouth to try and stifle the laugh that came out. She had met Susan Heffley a few times in passing when doing homework with Rodrick, and even in the few times she had met Rodrick’s mom, she knew that Rodrick’s story was not an exaggeration.”

“Dad is just boring,” Rodrick continued. “He doesn’t do much besides work and collect figurines. He’ll probably ask you if you’ll talk me out of being in the band and actually doing something with my life.”

(Y/N) leaned into Rodrick again. “I won’t push you. You have your reasonings for not wanting me to meet them, and I understand those reasonings. But, just so you know, they’re not gonna chase me away from you. I’m in this for the long haul, Heffley. You’re stuck with me until you get tired of me.”

Rodrick smiled and kissed (Y/N) again. “I’ll never get tired of you, (Y/L/N).”

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |  Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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And Dusk

A/N: Prayers for poor Olga 🙏🏾

Warnings: blood, violence, straight up murder

Word Count: 4096

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Chapter 13: Öga för Öga

Clicking steps echoed the hall Sir Reginald Hargreeves currently walked down, leaving a very discontent Five behind. Once the man disappeared down the hall, the boy left the lounge, growling and rubbing the back of his neck. Mind racing, he hopped on the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. Just as the doors were about to close, (Y/N) slipped between them, Pennycrumb under her arm, and grasped onto Five’s arm. Eyes wide, the boy watched her in shock. “(Y/N)? I thought you left already. What are you doing?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” She whispered. “Five, I’m sorry… about lying to you. I-I was gonna tell you all about living with Dad a-and being adopted by him again, but then I didn’t and it was selfish and stupid-”

“(Y/N)-”

“But what I’m sorry about the most was for not speaking up about us. It wasn’t fair to you,” She shook her head. “I just… I’ve been doubtful about us lately. It’s like, everyone’s saying we shouldn’t be together… And after hearing it for so long…”

Five placed his hands on her shoulders firmly. “No,” He breathed. “I’ve waited too long for this, dammit. Listen to me, (Y/N). Don’t let what others say determine your opinions. What we have is fine. I know it seems fucked up, I know it seems wrong. But does any of this ever feel wrong to you?”

Glancing up at him, she shook her head. “No…”

“Exactly. This… Our entire upbringing was so dysfunctional and confusing. Nothing ever felt like true family. We were strangers in our own childhood home. We’re just now behaving like an actual family unit and it’s still confusing. So, no one has the right to tell us how to love. Especially not Reginald Hargreeves. The man who caused this.”

The two rested their foreheads against each other as the elevator doors opened, but they didn’t bother leaving just yet. As the doors closed again, (Y/N) sniffled. “So, you’ve never thought this wasn’t going to last?”

“I’ve never, ever doubted us. I know… compared to you, I know next to nothing about love. But this? This is real. And I promise you, Starlight, once the timeline is restored… I’m making this official. If you’ll have me.”

Snapping her head up, (Y/N) let her tears fall. “Are you… You’re serious?” She grinned. When Five nodded, she quickly elevated herself on her toes and pecked his lips repeatedly. “Yes. Finally.” She whispered. Five grinned and tightened his hold on her, blinking them both out of the building and outside.

“Well, then, why don’t we speed up the process? Here’s what's going to happen,” He started and pulled away, gently wiping her tears away. “I’m about to meet up with The Handler. She offered me a deal to kill the entire board of directors of the Commission in exchange for a briefcase to get us all home to 2019. No more World War III, no more apocalypse.”

(Y/N) glanced down at her pup, who peered up at her, tongue hanging from his mouth. “How can you trust her?”

“I don’t know if I even should. But I’ll have to. She’s our only… our only option.”

From the way he sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets, she could tell he was already regretting his decision. Gently caressing his cheek, she offered him a small smile. “You don’t want to kill, do you?” She whispered, receiving the shake of a head as an answer. “I-I don’t even know what to say to that… Just… Just know that I won’t think any differently of you. You’ll still be my Five. And I’ll be right there beside you if you need me.”

“My god, I don’t deserve you…” He sighed. Quietly chuckling, (Y/N) set her pet down and pulled Five into a hug. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I appreciate you, I really do. I’m gonna get us out of here, but I don’t want you helping me on this. The Handler already knows about you. I can’t have her using you or anything like that against me. So… just wait for me.”

“Wait? Five, I can’t just let you do something like this alone.”

“I know I’ve asked you too many times at this point, but this will be the last. I promise I’ll get you as soon as I come back.” The boy tried a smile as he pulled away. When she gently bit her lip, he sighed. “(Y/N), you can’t come. I’m sorry, but you’ll be by my side after this is over. I promise, okay?”

She shifted her eyes away from him. “You don’t have to keep promising. I trust you.” She whispered. Five exhaled and gently picked up Mr Pennycrumb, placing him in her arms before pecking his love on the lips. With a small smile, he turned around to leave. Just as he blinked away, (Y/N) very gently pinched the back of his blaser, allowing herself and her pet to be teleported with him.

(Y/N) considered herself very lucky for the fact that Five hadn’t noticed her presence. Or maybe she had her stealth to thank. She would quickly duck behind walls, corners, tables and so on whenever she felt that Five was becoming suspicious of her. After all, she knew him like the back of her hand; she could tell when he was subtly glancing over his shoulder or out of the corner of his eye. She waited outside the door of the room the boy had entered, keeping her hand over her pet’s mouth to silence him as she attempted to eavesdrop on the muffled conversation between Five and who she assumed was The Handler.

She had to admit, it did set her blood boiling at the thought of him being alone in that room with another woman, but she knew he would never be disloyal to her. Not after his confession and proposal. So, she shook off her jealousy and hid once again when he exited the room, briefcase in hand.

She gave herself a great pat on the back when she successfully managed to blink with him for the second time. And the third. And when he used the briefcase to teleport. By this point, she was light-headed and nursing her whimpering pup as she followed Five from a distance. She had no idea where or when they were, but judging by the cars people drove and the hairstyles they wore, she wasn’t in the sixties anymore. Most likely the late seventies or early eighties, she assumed.

Setting Mr Pennycrumb on the ground, (Y/N) grabbed hold of his leash and kept a close eye on her love as she blended in as a teenage girl, in outdated clothing, walking her puppy towards an inn. After watching Five enter, she walked onto the porch and sat herself in one of the rocking chairs. She tapped her fingers and toes to the rhythm of the upbeat polka music sounding from the inside. To pass the time, she reviewed tricks with Mr Pennycrumb, clapping and excitedly petting him in praise whenever he’d succeed. What the puppy expected, though, was a treat. It was then that she realized neither of them had eaten in quite some time.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby…” She whispered to the pup, who only whined and pawed at her ankles. Huffing, she jumped to her feet and led the two of them inside. Everyone seemed to be dressed for polka dancing, considering their attire and the music playing from a nearby room. With a polka party, there had to be food. Turning to her left, she was met with a nest of blonde curls. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

“Well, hi there,” The woman looked up with a jolly smile. “I just told the young man before you, we don’t put out the cookies until three.”

“That’s amazing,” (Y/N) smiled. “I was actually wondering where the… polka dancing takes place.”

The woman assessed the young girl with a raised brow. “Very… interesting choice of clothing. And I’m afraid we can’t allow the dog.”

“Ah- Yes, my mom’s actually in there with my clothes. I just need to find her and change. And this is her… service dog.”

“He looks a little young to be a service dog, sweetie.”

“That’s what I told the doctor,” (Y/N) chuckled, smiling down at her pup. “But he does his job very well for the cute little thing he is. However, he cannot do his job if he isn’t at my mom’s side, so…”

Sighing, the woman gestured to her left. “All the way down that hall, dear. Just keep an eye on the dog, will ya?”

“Of course. Thank you.” She nodded before leading her and Pennycrumb in the direction of the room jumping with cheery music and the clicking of dancing feet. She found herself a table in the corner of the room after meandering her way past attendees. Just as she sat herself down, she was greeted by smiling faces, allowing them to gush over and pet her puppy. This eventually resulted in them wanting to feed him their scraps of food, much to her delight.

(Y/N) helped herself to the buffet as she watched the door carefully, wanting to keep an eye on Five’s whereabouts. What she didn’t expect after eating the majority of her plate was to be pulled onto the dance floor. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she genuinely had a blast learning to polka dance, as embarrassing as it was to her. She caught on rather quickly and allowed herself three dances before she politely excused herself, collected her dog, and crept out of the room. Just as she entered the hall again, she saw the blonde attendant from earlier storming away from a broken vending machine and into a room for a meeting labeled ‘Midwest Soybean Society’.

That doesn’t even sound like a real thing, she thought. That must be where the board is meeting.

Deciding to wait out Five’s ‘work’, she strolled over to the vending machine, wincing at the broken glass that once contained the delicious snacks inside. Squinting her eyes, she noticed a certain candy bar, the Fudge Nutter, was leaning just out of its slot. It was just hanging by a thread. That’s when (Y/N) realized, Five hadn’t eaten in a while either. This must’ve been his doing. Using her foot, she kicked the glass out of the way and stuck her hand in, plucking the candy out of its place and pocketing it. Just when she did so, she heard Mr Pennycrumb’s barks aimed in front of them. (Y/N) blinked at the sight before her.

A man- could she even call him that? - with a fish tank holding a goldfish for a head came running in her direction in a panicked hurry, huffing and puffing through what looked to be an intercom of some sort. Tightening her hold on the leash, she swirled her way in front of the fish-man any time he’d change his direction. “Out of my way!” He hissed, but (Y/N) continued to block his path until Five blinked right in front of her. From where she stood behind him, she saw that he was drenched in blood and could only imagine what he looked like from the front. The boy clutched a paddle in his hands, his movements fidgeting. The fish-man gasped in shock at the boy. “Surely, we can come to some form of agreement that benefits both parties,” His British accent quivered. “Quid pro quo? What do you say?”

“Why not?” Five shrugged. “Here’s your quid.” The boy swung the paddle into the man’s side, eliciting a shriek from him. “Here’s your pro.” Then to his leg, sending him to his knees. “And here’s your quo.”

“No! No! Please, don’t!” He whimpered as Five aimed the paddle to his glass tank containing the goldfish. “No!” He cried as the boy smashed the paddle through the tank, glass shattering and water pouring all around. The body fell to the ground with a thud as well as the goldfish. Five loomed over the fish just as Mr Pennycrumb happily barked and skittered to the boy. Blinking, he turned to the dog in confusion.

“Mr Pennycrumb?” He whispered. From his peripheral, he spotted (Y/N) joining his side. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?! How did you even-”

“I’m surprised I made it this far,” She hummed and crouched down, a bag of water in her hand she had fetched the moment Five had blinked into the hallway. “No, baby, you just ate. You fatty.” She chuckled and gently pushed her very hyper golden retriever away, preventing him from gobbling down the fish.

Five watched as she delicately picked AJ up with her index finger and thumb, plopping him into the bag of water before holding it closed. “What’s the poor bastard’s name?” She asked and stood to her feet. Five let out a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling.

“AJ Carmichael…”

“Well, then… It’s nice to meet you, AJ.” She whispered to the bag. The teens quickly looked up when two giggling women exited the polka association room. They stopped in their tracks, observed the scene, and headed straight back inside without a word spoken. (Y/N) sighed and handed the bag over to her love before picking up her pup’s leash. “Oh! I almost forgot.” She perked up and fished the candy out of her pocket, tucking it into Five’s instead.

“For your hard work.”

“Thank you, my love.”

Not a word was spoken between the two after Five took them back to 1963 via the briefcase. “Why couldn’t we just use this to get back home?”

“Because of that,” He pointed to the case that sat on the gravel before them. It shook and sputtered and crackled, an electric blue light emanating and swallowing it whole until it was gone. “She’d never hand me a ticket out of here until she got what she wanted.”

“Yeah, I guess I should’ve thought of that…” (Y/N) whispered and turned away.

They stood in the middle of an alleyway, awaiting The Handler’s arrival as (Y/N) took her handkerchief out of her breast pocket and began ridding Five’s face of the blood splatter the best she could. His eyes wouldn’t meet hers no matter how hard she tried to capture them. She could practically see the gears turning in his head, with the way his brows scrunched and his bloodied fingers rubbed against each other. Once she finished what she could of his face, she gently took his hands in hers and cleaned those as well. Their eyes finally met, both pairs filled with concern for the other, just before the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard.

The Handler, in all her glory, walked towards the two, briefcase in hand. Five wouldn’t even face her, even went as far as to keep his back towards her even after she stopped to stand in front of (Y/N). “We meet again, dear.”

“I had a feeling…”

“Do you bring the mutt everywhere you go?”

(Y/N) shrugged at her pet, who was busy scratching himself behind his ear. The Handler hummed and turned to Five. “Well?”

Without a word, the boy stretched his arm that held the bag behind him. The Handler gasped and set the briefcase down, moving her veil out of the way and taking the bag into her hands. She cackled, cooed and sighed at poor AJ before settling her sights on Five, who was now turned to face her. “You know, you’re really starting to fill out those tight little shorts of yours. Isn’t he, (Y/N)?”

Said girl only watched her love, who looked anywhere but at her. She realized he was ashamed, he was regretful. The Handler frowned at him, hand on her hip. “What’s wrong with him? He’s never this quiet after a job like this. I thought you’d be buzzing after this morning’s slaughter, Five.”

“All this killing,” Five sighed. “I’m done with it.”

The Handler raised her brows and moved forward, going to caress his cheek as she usually did, but (Y/N) stepped to his side, hand firmly on his arm. Chuckling, she turned back to Five. “Am I supposed to take that seriously?”

“What I did today, I did for my family. I did it to save the world.”

“Please. Spare me your little assassin with the heart of gold routine, will you?” She tapped his nose before picking up the briefcase and stretching it towards them. “Here. Per our agreement, this will get you, your siblings, and dear (Y/N) back to 2019.”

To spare him the humiliation of taking the briefcase, (Y/N) did it herself, glaring at the woman.

“You have ninety minutes.”

(Y/N)’s stomach dropped as Five snapped his head up. The Handler turned to walk away as he quickly followed her. “You said nothing about a time limit!”

Glancing at her watch, she smiled. “Actually, you have eighty-nine minutes and thirty seconds. Better hurry.”

“You fucking-”

“This is impossible, okay?!” Five interrupted (Y/N)’s insult in a panic. “My siblings are scattered across the city!”

“Nothing’s impossible. You proved that this morning when you killed the board.”

“I need more time.” Five rushed, glancing at his love for a moment, the girl clutching the briefcase in one hand, Pennycrumb’s leash in the other.

“Any more time, and people will start asking questions,” The Handler’s neutral tone contradicted Five’s rushed, panicked voice. “The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we’ll both be, so ticktock, ticktock.”

Growling, Five charged up to (Y/N), the girl watching as the she-devil happily waved at them before Five blinked them out of the alleyway. The blood-scrawled message on Elliott’s floor was hard not to notice when they appeared in his home. (Y/N) widened her eyes at the message written in Swedish:

ÖGA FÖR ÖGA

Five snatched the briefcase from her hold and sighed before he hurried up the steps. (Y/N) followed close behind, the voices of Diego and Luther becoming more apparent the closer they got. Reaching the top of the stairs, they noticed a chair with a sheet-covered figure laying in it. (Y/N) dropped the leash and approached the chair, slowly uncovering the figure and gasping at the sight of a bloodied Elliott. His face was frozen in agony, the light within his dark eyes vanished. She and Five let out a simultaneous ‘damn’ before she covered him back up. “The three psychopaths…”

She looked up as Five wandered the lounge room, searching for a safe place to store the briefcase. As he did so, (Y/N) entered the kitchen, watching her brothers share a single brain cell.

“My name? Is, uh, Luther Hargreeves, and-”

Diego snatched the phone out of Luther’s hand and put it up to his own ear. “You killed one of ours, Olga,” The misinterpretation had (Y/N) rolling her eyes to the back of her head. “Now we’re coming after you. You will be dead by nightfall.”

“Hey!” Five called as he entered the kitchen, beginning to take off his blaser. “It’s Öga För Öga, idiots. Swedish for ‘an eye for an eye’.”

(Y/N) moved behind him and assisted in removing his blaser, glancing up at her brothers. “The Swedes killed Elliott. Not poor Olga.” As she pulled off Five’s vest for him, Diego slowly turned back towards the wall.

“Wrong number. Have a lovely day.” He smiled before hanging up the phone. (Y/N) scoffed and held the boy’s clothes out of his reach when he tried to take them.

“Shower.” She demanded, Five clenching his fists.

“(Y/N), we don’t have time-”

“We’ll have plenty of time. You shower while I wash the blood out.” She explained and began unbuttoning his dress shirt. Five gently swatted her hands away.

“I can undress myself!”

“Then hurry and give me your disgusting clothes!”

“Fine!”

Five scoffed and moved around his brothers, ignoring whatever they had been calling out to him. (Y/N) shook her head and set her love’s clothes into Elliott’s kitchen sink. Diego and Luther leaned against the counter on either side of her as she began washing the blood from the vest.

“You gonna explain what the hell happened?” Diego whispered.

“Why’s he covered in blood?” Luther leaned closer.

“I tried to clean it, I really did.” (Y/N) shrugged.

The brothers gave each other a look before moving their attention back to their sister. Luther cleared his throat. “How’d he, uh… get the blood on him?”

She didn’t give him an explanation, though, and picked up the pile of clothes Five had just dumped outside of the bathroom door before returning to the sink. When the two saw she wasn’t going to speak on Five’s behalf, they both sighed and left her to her work.

Despite his irritation, the boy couldn’t help the swelling of his heart when he cracked the bathroom door open to find his slightly damp, but clean clothes neatly folded on the floor. Grabbing the clothes, he quickly tugged the uniform back on, save for the tie and blaser. Swinging the door open, he was met with a smirking (Y/N). He rolled his eyes as she approached him, taking his tie and putting it on for him. “Doesn’t that make you feel a bit better?”

“No,” He mumbled, but caught the amusement in her eyes. “Maybe a little… but it doesn’t matter because we’re losing time.”

“Well, sorry for not wanting you to smell like you just killed twelve people.” She whispered and pecked his lips, exiting the bathroom after his tie was fastened. Glancing in the mirror, Five adjusted his clothes as Luther did the same just outside the bathroom.

“So, I found a way home.”

“What? How?”

“All the details are irrelevant, but… I made a deal to get back to our timeline.”

(Y/N) watched from the lounge room as the boys spoke, gently petting her dog. Diego joined in the conversation as he pulled a jacket on. “What about doomsday?”

“Won’t happen.”

“And the 2019 apocalypse?”

“Everything will be back to normal,” Five sighed and exited the bathroom, blaser in hand. “Now no more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the others, right? Luther, you get Allison. Diego, Klaus. I’ll get Vanya. Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in seventy-seven minutes.” He pulled on the blaser and picked up four watches, handing one to each person in the room. “I’ve synchronized these watches.”

(Y/N) stood to her feet once the watch was given to her. “Five, what should I do?” She raised her brows. Five shook his head and busied himself with fastening the watch on her wrist.

“Starlight, I want you to gather your things, say your goodbyes to Mr Pennycrumb, and meet back in the alleyway as soon as possible-”

“Wait, what? We’re leaving Penny?” She widened her eyes. Five exhaled through his nose and wordlessly nodded. “Five, why? N-Nothing will happen, he’s just a dog.”

His eyes flicked up to her when her voice broke, his hands coming up to hold her jaw. “He may be just a dog, Starlight, but he isn’t insignificant. Every little yawn he takes, every bark he makes… it all matters, okay? We can’t risk it. I know Mr Pennycrumb was a comfort for you and I’m so sorry… but we can’t take him.”

(Y/N) shakily inhaled, desperately trying to blink back the tears in her eyes, but Five saw them long before she even noticed. Glancing down, he saw the puppy chewing at the toe of his shoe. With the utmost care, Five picked the puppy up and placed him into her arms before leaning down to look into his eyes. “Thanks, buddy… for taking care of her,” He reached forward, Pennycrumb instantly nuzzling his nose into his hand. “You did what I couldn’t. And for that, I am eternally grateful. Goodbye, Mr Pennycrumb.”

“I’m glad you two met.” (Y/N) whispered. Five smiled and sweetly kissed her before stepping back. Clearing her throat, she held her puppy close and walked down the stairs. She only allowed herself to cry when she stepped outside, the door shutting behind her.

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Twin Telepathy

❝And I never thought it would be true that one day I'd have to live without you.❞ In which a connection started at birth remains strong until the bitter end.

Warnings (BC THIS ONE IS TRIGGERING): ⚠️ angst, main character death.

Idk the word count but this one is short

Main Characters: Harry Styles, Edward Styles

There is no smut in this one my loves. I wrote this like 5 years ago and I’m posting it here now. I hope you enjoy and reblog let’s talk about it after you read.xx

5

Age five is when Harry and Edward noticed that they were identical. Age five was the time of development for secret languages, tricks, and pranks pulled on parents, grandparents, and even the teachers at primary school because they could get away with it.

They would even switch classes sometimes.

Harry was always good at maths. He progressed at counting blocks and telling time where Edward was a bit more fuzzy in the subject. However,  Edward could always read and excelled in primary school literature despite the fact that he would throw a tantrum anytime his mum would pull him away from the television in order to for him to read her a bedtime story.

“What time is it Harry?” Their mum would ask knowing full well what the time was herself,  as she took her seat behind the two curly headed boys on the floor who sat helplessly too close to the television. One because he really couldn’t see all that well, the other because he wanted to be close to his brother.

“I’m not Harry! I’m Ed.” Harry laughed cheekily as he told a lie while his brother squinted to look at the cartoon characters on the telly screen.

“Well, Ed,” His mother spoke playing along with his game, “What time is it?”

“Eight o’clock! Time for bed?”

“Thats right!” Their mother laughed, “When did you get so much better at telling time Edward?”

“Uh-oh”

“That’s right, Harry. Uh-oh.” The boy laughed in his mothers arms as she began to tickle and he began to squirm. Edward found it amusing, and because his brother laughed so did he, feeling the same exact joy that his brother did from the top of his head down to his tiny toes. Rushing for his mother in order to save his brother from the tickle monster, Edward pulled Harry from her arms, and for once he didn’t put up a fight when his mother asked him to read to her after he and Harry were dressed in their pajamas.

•••••

10

Ten was the age of growing into your face and the ever present awkward phase that everyone has to go through. By age ten, Harry had to wear braces and Edward wore a pair of glasses thicker than should be allowed. Their pranks didn’t work as well as they used to when they were younger due to the physical tell all’s that adorned their faces, but it didn’t make the boys any less close together. If anything it made them stick together more. Age ten was also the age in which they were constantly bullied.

As the boys walked down the hallways books would be ripped from their hands or feet would be purposely stuck out in order for one to trip. When Edward fell and broke his glasses, Harry had decided that he had, had enough. Edward was angry, furious even, but because he could barely see he couldn’t do much about it. Harry, however, could and the anger that Edward felt radiated off of his twin in hot streams.

“Apologize!” Harry shouted at the much bigger boy, standing his ground though he was much shorter.

“For what?” The boy challenged in a much more condescending tone. He knew what he had done and he was proud of himself for it.

“Apologize to my brother or I’ll– I’ll...”

“You’ll what brace face?!”

“I’ll kick your ass!”

The crowd in the hallway ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at the use of Harry’s language as he stood in between Edward and the boy who was much taller. Edward had since put his broken glasses in his pocket as he squinted, tugging at Harry’s arm to get him to walk away from the situation, but Harry wouldn’t budge.

Harry wasn’t prepared for what was to come. As the boy lifted his fist to connect it with Harry’s jaw he was cut short. Before any contact could be made, the boy who was much taller was seated forcefully on the ground holding his bloody nose in his hand, looking up at Edward.  Edward looked down on the bully while flexing his hand open and closed hoping that if he shook it hard enough the pain of breaking someone’s nose would go away.

Harry looked at his twin with shock in his eyes and a smile on his face as Ed continued to shake his hand while all three of the boys were escorted to the principal’s office.

“I thought you couldn’t see?” Harry whispered to his twin  in hopes of a quick explanation.

“I can’t see things that are far away, but that fucker, he was pretty close.”

Harry and Edward both began to laugh as they sat patiently in the principals office for their parents to collect them for their suspension from school.

•••••

15

Fifteen was the age of rebellion, girls, and more argument’s between the boys than usual. They had since grown into their faces and their own personalities and though they were still close, they didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. Harry had gotten into sports and school, while Edward had gotten into bands and trouble. The one thing that they did both agree on at the moment however was going to Tash Fraser's birthday party. Although she was two years their senior she had still sent the boys a personal invite. She was turning 17 and this of course would help boost their popularity for the year.

They were already high on the food chain at school for boys of only fifteen years old, and since they had grown into their faces and out of their braces and glasses, they had become rather attractive aside from the baby fat that they still had here and there.

“You ask.” Harry spoke, shoving Edward towards their parents room and grabbing the newspaper out of his hands, disturbing him from his place at the table as he read while flicking his brand new tongue ring against his teeth. Harry didn't care if Ed was angered by his rude interuption. He was older after all even if it was only by two minutes. Edward should do as he said.

“Why would I ask?! I just got off of punishment. I’ll be lucky if I can go anywhere. If I ask, dad will take one look at me and say no. No doubt I'll go anyway, but I'd rather do it without having to sneak. Leave me alone and give me my shit back! If you wanna go so bad you ask asshole!” Edward pushed his twin back, both of them equally aggravated by the other.

“We won’t be able to go anywhere if mum and dad hear you cussing! Fat chance on sneaking out with your big mouth!” Harry spoke aggressively above a whisper to his brother, making himself be heard.

Edward pulled his tongue ring between his teeth, playing with it and making Harry cringe before he nodded his head up and down in agreement.

“So what are we going to do?” Harry asked as if he were fresh out of ideas though he really didn’t bother to think of any.

“We’ll make them breakfast.” Edward spoke quickly, thinking on his toes much to Harry’s approval. And so they did, buttering their parents up with toast, pancakes, tomatoes, sausage, and bacon in order to get a simple, “alright” from their mother and father.

“You have to be home no later than one thirty!” Their mom reminded them as they headed out the door, riding with a mutual friend in order to make their way to the party.

“We’ll be home by twelve.” Harry yelled back jokingly earning a slap to the back of the head from his brother.

As the night went on, the music grew louder and the illegal activity had gotten more out of hand. Drinks of the alcoholic kind had been passed around, and though both Harry and Edward had one or two, neither of them dared to get drunk, knowing full well that their mother would be up waiting for them to get back.

“It’s one fifteen.” Harry spoke looking at his silver wrist watch that Edward had gotten him as a gift on their thirteenth birthday. “We should get ready to leave soon.”

Edward nodded his head in agreement as he looked around the crowded room for their friend. Hoping that he was sober enough to take them home. When he spotted him and told him that he was ready to go, their friend agreed to drive them even though Harry had notice the stumble in his step.

“Nuh uh, Edward. He’s drunk out of his mind.” Harry spoke to his twin, but was ignored as soon as the words left his lips.

“I can’t get in trouble again Harry. He’s fine we just live right up the street. It won’t take us long to get home. It’s fine.” Edward began to walk towards the car, but as soon as he took a step Harry pulled him back.

“Ed no! Why don’t you ever listen?!”

“Harry! If you want to stay here and get in trouble with dad because you’re not home in time then fine! Stay! I’ve just been freed and I’m not gonna be grounded again over something as stupid as this! I’ll see you when you get home.”

Harry let his brother go tired of arguing back and forth. There was no arguing with Ed and no point in trying to get him to think clearly when he had gotten an idea of his own.

Twenty more minutes passed before Harry had found a sober soul in the party who was willing to take him home. He hadn’t been drinking again, but he had the worst headache that he’d ever had in his life and it felt like it would split him clean in two if he didn’t get home and lie down. As they got in the car they traveled down the road only to see that it was blocked, a sudden panic started to set in. Harry’s head pounded worse and his mouth went dry and before the police got the chance to turn them in the opposite direction, Harry saw the car that Edward was in wrapped around a tree as if it were a flimsy piece of  aluminum foil.

•••••

20

Today Harry was twenty and though this was considered to be an age of a milestone in life, he didn’t celebrate it in the traditional way. Harry hadn’t celebrated any birthday since fifteen because he saw no point in it. Instead of throwing a party or hanging out with friends, every year since after his fifteenth birthday, Harry would go to the cemetery in Cheshire so that he could be close to his brother.

Today was a day of remembrance.

As Harry sat against the cold granite headstone that represented Edward, he thought of the time that they spent together while he was living. Harry was thankful that he was in a fairly secluded area because he would talk to Ed and tell him about the things that went on in his day and as he thought about his brother, he would laugh out loud when he would remember a prank that they pulled when they were younger, like when Harry dressed up as Edward for an hour at school just so that he could take his maths test for him. Their mum was so proud of Edward for passing with flying colors.

Or when Edward would run into Harry’s room and pretend to be him when they were supposed to be sleeping. Harry had a girlfriend at the time and would sneak out of his room at night to go see her, where they would make out under a tree. Harry realised that he had never thanked Ed for that so he did it now. A simple “thank you” left his lips before he fell silent and his eyes began to water. Because this was a day of remembrance, Harry would also remember the day that he lost his best friend.

Harry remembered the waiting.

Waiting in the oddly cold  room at the hospital with his mum and dad as doctors rushed about doing everything they could in order to save his brother.

Harry remembered the tears.

Tears that rolled down the faces of his family and himself as he rocked back and forth in his chair with with his hands clasped together tightly, saying a silent prayer that Ed would somehow walk out of the emergency room with maybe only a couple of stitches here and there.

Harry remembered the screams.

The deafening screams that came from his mother, his father, and himself when the doctor came out of the operating room and said that Edwards heart had given up and that his poor body was too weak to put up a fight.

Most of all, Harry remembered how he already knew that Edward was gone before the doctor came to announce it. His head had stopped hurting and his stomach was in knots, but he could no longer feel that strange connection that he and Edward shared since before he could remember and since age five, the age that he and Edward realized that they were identical.

Harry sat against Edward’s tombstone and allowed his tears to fall uninhibitedly, ridding himself of the pain that he felt everytime he thought about that fateful day. And though it hurt that he no longer had Edward around physically, he wasn’t sad anymore because he knew that he was there in spirit. The feeling that Harry felt was more overwhelming  because everytime he thought about it, he could barely believe it.

He never thought it would be true that he would have to live a day without his best friend, his brother, his twin.

[ghostiiiee]

Just Like Me

To read at my Ao3 CLICK HERE This is the first chapter. sorry is its a little rough. :sweatdrop:

Almost forgot! Tw: i will be going heavy on quirkless discrimination and mental health issues. Theres not much in the first chapter but i do want to touch on it at some point.

School was never something he looked forward to. After all, what was there to look forward to? He was used to getting bullied, made fun of for being different, called names, shoved around. The irony wasn’t lost on him. Many years ago, maybe he would have been the normal one? 

Then again, what even was normal?

It used to be normal to go to school- learn history, math, science and whatever language the school taught. 

It used to be normal to not have any powers, after all -  superheroes were a dream. Stories people made up to tell themselves. Heroes existed, yes, but they never had powers. Heroes were just people, average people. 

Again, there's another word that's changed. Average. 

Normal. Average. 

Two hundred years ago, it was normal for the average person to look human.

Two hundred years ago, it was normal  for the average person to have no powers.

Two hundred years ago, it was normal for superheroes to only be a thing of stories.

That was two hundred years ago. Not now.

Now it's weird to not have powers.

Now you get bullied for being regular. Quirkless.

One of 20%. 

Mathematically, he thought it was stupid that so many people get treated so differently. He did remember Mr. Lancer telling him of people getting treated for less. Mr. Lancer told him two hundred years ago, 10% of the population was seen as satanic because of what hand they used to write with. A similar estimated percent was discriminated against because of who they loved, or what they identified as. 

“Sadly, Mr. Fenton, the human race has a history of not tolerating those who they see as a minority.”

“I remember that from history Mr. Lancer.” Danny sighed, leaning his head on his hand. His eyes stared out the window, looking at the stormy weather. “I remember you talking about how things used to be.”

The teacher pursed his lips, staying quiet and looking at him with concern.

Lancer had asked Danny to stay after class to speak to him. He never did like how Daniel’s peers would gang up on him after school ended. The best he could usually do was this. Casper’s principal was... far too likely to be accepting of anything the more wealthy students’ parents had to say.

“Is that why you’ve been spacing out all day then, Danny?” 

It was asked gently. Danny’s eyes glanced over to the balding teacher before darting back to the window. He hummed for a moment. “...Kinda. I got a lot on my mind.”

“Penny for your thoughts then?” Lancer pulled his chair next to his desk.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the sound of rain gently pattering against the classroom windows filled the room while Danny collected his thoughts. Blue eyes watched raindrops roll down the glass.

“I don’t get it, Mr. Lancer.” His voice was quiet as the floodgates opened. “Everyone in my family has quirks. Dad is strong. My mom can copy anyone’s fighting styles just by watching. Jazz can look at someone and-.... well you know.” He sank down into his chair. “Aunty A, even has a quirk. I've never seen her miss a shot. And then there's me. Daniel James Fenton. The first quirkless person in our family in a long time. Don’t get me wrong either, it doesn’t bother me too much.” Liar. “It’s just... it feels like the cherry on top of everything else.

“My parents got an invitation to teach some classes at UA in Japan. In Japan, I've never lived anywhere but here. Amity Park. It’s not like they can leave me here. PLUS, Jazz has always wanted to go there for the General studies.”

“I understand your concern, Danny. But I’ve seen your work,” There was slight amusement in Mr. Lancers voice. “Aren’t you good at building things? I know I’ve caught you tinkering with something more than once in class.”

Danny’s face flushed red. “...My parent’s usually make those. They’re old models of support gear they have made. I was seeing if I could get a glitch out.”

“And?”

“...I keep shocking myself.” He mumbled. “It hurts like hell.”

“While I can’t say I’m happy that you are getting injured. As long as you are safe, I'm glad.” Mr. Lancer offered a smile to the teen. “As for the other predicament, you are always open to contact me if you need me after you move.”

“Thank you Mr. Lancer.”

~~~~~~~

Danny was thankful that they moved over the summer and not in the middle of the year. School was already hectic enough as was. Moving in the middle of the year was not something he ever wanted to do, let alone moving across the globe in the middle of the year.

He kept to himself for the first few weeks. He liked to walk around, exploring the new area. It felt different than Amity park. More crowded. He noted early on there was definitely more hero around too. It didn’t bother him too much.

That's a lie.

More heroes means more villains.

He didn’t like villains.

He also didn’t like being a hostage.

Lucky him!

He was held hostage by a villain not even before the end of the second week. Not that this was a first time experience for him, having been a favorite target back in Amity Park. He knew all the heroes back home personally because of it. People just loved to take quirkless people hostage. One would think, with the target that seems to hang over his head, that Daniel James Fenton wouldn’t take such risks as walking around alone at night. One would think that if he did, it would be out of necessity, and he would at least have something on him to defend himself.

...yeah no that's not the case. Why in the world would that be the case?

Danny was shoved onto the ground, air leaving his lungs as he hit. He gasped for air, trying to look at who was targeting him now. He couldn’t really tell much about the person, ratty clothes and a hoodie pulled up to cover their face. Nothing could be seen under the hood, it was just shadow, pure, black shadow.

“What’s a runt like you doing out right now?” The villain crouched next to Danny. Chuckling when he tried to scoot away. They put a foot on one of Danny’s wrists, “Ah-ah. Now that’s rude. I’m talking to you punk.”

Danny didn’t respond, wincing at the pressure on his arm. 

“It’s rather rude to ignore your elders.” The villain put more pressure, adjusting so they were crouched like a vulture next to prey.

“F-fuck you. I’ve seen worse.” He growled

The regret in saying that was nearly instant. In the blink of an eye, the ground next to his head - that was solid concrete what the hell- was shattered. The villain was making an inhuman noise, a low gutteral sound coming from them. “You haven’t seen my worst. I wasn’t gonna do much to ya, but I’m starting to change my mind kid.”

He knew he should do anything else - he was already on a thin line - but fuck it. He had a free hand anyways. He grabbed something from his pocket and slammed it against the villain. “As I said before. Fuck. You.” He pressed the button on the side.

The machine sparked to life. Quite literally. Danny still didn’t know what it was supposed to do, but he could make it shock things. Like a weird taser. Unlucky for Danny he was literally pinned to the ground beneath the villain getting tased. And as everyone knows. Humans are conductive. Very conductive. 

Strangely the villain didn't even flinch. The growl getting louder as they grabbed the device from their shoulder and crushed it with their hand. Danny started shaking. Okay so that was a horrible idea. 

The shadows of the alley gathered around the villain. Climbing up their clothing and slowly slithering along their arm. They held Danny down, forming chains around him. In the villain’s hand, a knife, absorbing all light, The villian made the move to attack, and Danny closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

It never did.

It lessened. 

Weight lifted from him, a weight he hadn’t realized was there besides his arm. Tentatively he opened his eyes. 

The villain was on the ground a few meters away from him, knocked out and tied up to a fire exit- similar to how Batman would leave criminals for the cops. Danny blinked. He hadn’t heard anything. So what in the world happened? And how could that have happened so fast? 

Standing up, he looked around for a sign of anyone being there to help him.

Oddly enough. It seemed no one had caused the villain to go down, at least not that Danny could see. Blue eyes scanned the area for a moment, looking for anything that wasn’t there before. Nothing popped out. Nothing was out of place. It looked like no one had been there.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. The air condensed, forming mist as it left his mouth and floated away. It was like when he first stepped outside in the winter. Which was strange- it was the middle of summer. A small frown formed on his face. The nights here weren’t that cold normally. 

He brushed it off, ignoring the goosebumps running along his skin as the air chilled. Perhaps whoever knocked the villain out had a rather cold quirk, he mused to himself. Heroes normally make themselves known at this point, checking to see if he was okay. 

He had an inkling it wasn’t a hero. At least not a licensed one. Not that he minded. He didn’t care who it was really. They saved his life… he was grateful for that.

Danny looked up to the clear sky, moonlight peaking over the buildings enough to illuminate the alley where the street lights glowed. He smiled up to the stars. “Thank you.” He said softly. “I wasn’t paying attention tonight.”

He left the alley, starting his way back home. He never caught sight of the figure watching him.