#my dad noticed that I got taller and didn’t like. shit on me for it.

[mayhemories]

Neteyam x readers kids to lovers eventually, before WOTW bc I carnt handle his death

Eywa, A Sign

Ohhh it kills me, I love this boy. He died for what? Pandora Jesus better resurrects him next time, or I will have words with Mr Cameron. Not sure if I did your request justice, hope I did <3 

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: None? Just straight fluff. Reader is an orphan trope/parental death. Mentions of death. 

Words: 1.58k

Author’s Notes: Neteyam is roughly 18/19 here, Reader is 18, Lo’ak and Kiri are 17, and my girl Tuk is still the same. Set before Way of the Water. 

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

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Many Na’vi died following Toruk Macto. Either due to the impact of the battlefield violence or, their wounds upon return to their clan. Your parents, two brave Omatikaya warriors, died at the hands of the Sky People during a routine raid on supply shipments. 

Jake and Neytiri were quick to take you under their care, love and protection. Practically becoming one of their own. Being a few months younger than Neteyam and a year older than the twins, Kiri and Lo’ak, you slipped right in.

Jake was never afraid to reprimand you like you were his own, either. Like the time you were twelve, Lo’ak eleven:

“Now what did I tell you two?” Jake had you and Lo’ak lined up against the wall of the clan stronghold, sprung by the Olo’eyktan from the moment you came sneaking back in after curfew. 

“Don’t be in the forest after eclipse-” You and Lo’ak mumbled under your breaths, knowing that Jake wouldn’t let up.

“Yes! That’s right, don’t be in the forest after eclipse!” he said, exasperated, holding his hands above his head, dragging them down across his face. “And where were you two knuckleheads?” His face was annoyed, though his eyes were soft. We were his kids, god forbid anything happened to us. 

“Look dad (y/n) had nothing to do with it, it was all me-” Lo’ak started, but you finished,

“Sir, Lo’ak didn’t want to go, I wanted to go.” You and Lo’ak shared a small smile, he was your brother, through and through. 

Jake shook his head, hands on hips. 

“Go, go, both of you. Wash up.” He was stern, but as you two skxawngs ran past him you saw the gentle smile lay on his lips. 

As you got older you noticed Jake becoming harder and harder on his boys. For whatever reason Lo’ak almost gave up on pleasing Jake, felt like he could never be enough for him, a spec of dust compared to Neteyam’s glittering gold. Maybe that was why, why he was so impulsive and reckless, consistently. Any attention being good attention for Lo’ak. Regardless of his intentions, you liked that about him. He encourages your sense of adventure like a brother should, was always there to catch you when you fall. Neteyam and Lo’ak were different sides of the same coin, both living to please Jake in one way or another. Jake saw himself in Lo’ak and that scared him, you knew that,

But Neteyam…shit, Neteyam. 

You always saw Neteyam differently. As kids, he felt too cool for you to be around. This developed over time as you, yourself developed. As you felt awkward and out of place in your body, tail giving away every thought and feeling, Neteyam got taller, got broader, got sweeter. As an awkward teenager, your little soft spot evolved into a full-blown crush. You kept it under wraps sure, Lo’ak teasing you here and there but he never thought anything serious of it. Shit, you tried not to think anything of it. He was the future Olo’eyktan, he was the future of the clan. 

Now, freshly eighteen you were considered a woman: A relatively fierce Ikran rider, bow made from wood of the tree to replace the Hometree that was lost to the Sky People, a hunter. You surpassed any ritual trail of clan-life easily, save for one. Save for probably the most important one. 

Finding a mate. 

So, here you were, kneeling on the beautiful deep green moss surrounding the base of the Tree of Voices. The tree was glowing purple, fading to a light pink and back again, streaks of white travelled up and down the tendril of the tree, where you’ve made the bond. The hum of the ancestors created a white noise in you mind, helping to create a true vision. Praying to Eywa always gave you a sense of calm, like all anxieties were being blown right through your body, energy settling itself back into the world. 

“My dear All-Mother Eywa, I come to you now for guidance, for advice.” You started, clamping your eyes shut to encourage any kind of vision, so that you may see into the realm beyond that of physical sight. 

Neteyam knew it was wrong, to listen to your private prayers with Eywa. But he did not make a move to leave his advantageous spot, hidden amongst trees and rocks, he could watch you freely. His whole life felt like it revolved around you, and your alluring presence, strong heart, strong mind. 

Neteyam officially became a man the year prior, it was expected of him as the future clan leader to have already chosen a woman. And, in some ways he had. It had always been you, it was always you. Neteyam loved you, and it was never as a sister as Lo’ak has. When you were children you would play family. Neteyam was the dad, you the mum, Kiri and Lo’ak the kids. Neteyam knew from a young age that he didn’t want to play family with anyone else. 

He assumed Neytiri always knew, too. She never pressured him in claiming a mate, or even talking about it. Jake, well he was less switched on when it came to Neteyam’s shy nature. He was always pestering Neteyam about it-

Jake had flown Neteyam and himself to a floating mountain so that him and his first born son could speak freely: “Look, I’m not even saying you have to mate straight away! But at least court someone Neteyam, you’re the future of this clan-” Jake started, but for the first and last time in his life, Neteyam cut his father off.

“I am waiting for (y/n)!” Neteyam yelled, holding the bridge of his nose, anticipating that Jake would come back with a raised voice as he most often did. It did not come. Instead Jake closed the distance between him and his son, wrapping his arms around his beautiful baby boy, who wasn’t a baby anymore. Neteyam loosened, wrapping his still lanky arms around his father. With his chin resting on Neteyam’s head, Jake chuckled:

“Well then, wait for her as long as you need.” 

“I love her.” Neteyam admitted quietly. 

“I know you do, kid.” 

Neteyam shook the memory from his mind, and focused back on your kneeling, praying figure in front of him. 

“My mother Eywa, what am I to do?” You felt exasperated, lost. “I… I am afraid that the one I love does not love me Eywa.” 

Neteyam’s chest tightened, although he always knew it was a possibility that you may not want him, he tried his hardest swaying anyone else’s decision in the matter. The glares he had sent to all the young na’vi during their teen years, and at your own ceremony of womanhood, Neteyam made it clear with growls and possessive hovering that he was waiting for you. Although, maybe he could’ve made it clearer to you. 

“Great Eywa please, please show me a sign that Neteyam and I will be named mates.” you whispered, scared to admit his name in the scenario, aloud. 

Neteyam felt like he could vomit. He slowly approached you, kneeling beside you, as if he were beginning to pray, himself.

You could feel his heat, his being as he sat down, you didn’t need to open your eyes to confirm. Besides that, you could feel all the blood drain from your body and rush back up to your cheeks and ears. Clearing your throat, you decided that this was a good a sign as any. 

“Neteyam” You opened your eyes, his beautiful warm honey ones already locked on your face, “how much of that did you hear?” 

Neteyam hung his head in shame, shaking some of his braids from their resting places, blood rushing to his cheeks. 

“I am so sorry, I know I shouldn’t have listened to your private words spoken with Eywa.” Neteyam spoke softly, like he always did with you. “But I could not help it, especially knowing you have not chosen a mate yet.” Neteyam spoke around a lump in his throat, “I needed to know why.” 

Your mind was rushing a million miles per minute. But fake bravado was something that Lo’ak taught you, and something you could hide behind.

“You know, you haven’t chosen anyone either. My ceremony was last week, yours was last year.” You said, catching his eye again, with a slight smile on your lips. Neteyam laughed. Shit, you loved that sound. You could die happy now, hearing his laugh. 

“I have chosen,” your stomach dropped at his words, though sensing your anxiety Neteyam wove one of his hands with yours, and pinned you to the spot with his warm eyes. “I just had to wait a year for her to choose me too.” 

And all at once it felt like Eywa had breathed life into you, and Neteyam. Like your soul was made of milk and honey and you were going to flow on forever. 

You kissed him, your hands cupped his beautiful face, his slender fingers settling on your waist, nestling between beads and cloth. 

He came out of the kiss laughing, needing air. You let out a laugh too, keeping your foreheads together. 

“I see you.” You whispered, still scared that if you speak too loud this dream will dissipate into the colours of Pandora’s jungle, floating away from you entirely. 

“I have only ever seen you,” Neteyam said, smiling. His silver freckles set alight from the glow of the Tree of Voices. 

Happiness was simple.

[writing-and-wondering]

You’re a Wonder

Part 1

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rooster x Kazansky!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, Swearing, Mentions of death

Request: Nope

Word Count: 7.7k (she’s kind of a long one sorry babes)

Synopsis: Y/n “Wonder” Kazansky is called back to Top Gun for a mission. It’s your first team mission in years, due to an accident in the past that left you shaken and scarred. This pretty much follows the events of the movie but with some changes and additions! One being you of course, dear reader. 

A/N: Hello lovely people! This is my first multi-chapter Top Gun story and I am literally so so excited! I hope you enjoy! :D

You watch as Hangman throws his darts at the board, each one landing in the center. Next to him, Coyote lets out a scoff and covers Hangman’s eyes as he throws the final dart, and just like all the others, it lands in the dead center. 

Hangman laughs and smacks Coyote’s hand. You roll your eyes, “No fucking way, man.” 

Looking over at you as he picks up his beer, Hangman raises his eyebrows, “Oh? What makes you say, Wonder?” 

“You’ve got to be cheating somehow, I swear.” You say, knocking back the rest of your drink. You frown down at the now empty cup and excuse yourself from the two in your company. 

You walk over to the bar and place the glass on the counter, waving at Penny as she heads over, “Could I bother you for another, please?” You ask as she takes your cup. 

Chuckling, she tosses her towel over her shoulder, “Like you could ever be a bother, Y/n.” You smile at her as she turns to get the ingredients for you drink. 

“Ah, it seems that I need more limes. Excuse me, my dear.” She says to you before heading to the back. You let out a hum and drum your fingers on the counter as you look around. 

It’s getting later in the evening and the bar is starting to fill up. You lean back and smooth out your khaki shirt, the uniform making you subconsciously sit a little taller. 

Turning to the side, you feel a small gasp of surprise leave your mouth as you lock eyes with none other than Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. 

His eyes go wide as a smile grows on his face, “Y/n?” He asks as you let out a laugh, “Holy shit. Hey, Mav.” You say as you walk into his already open arms. You hug him tightly before pulling away and shaking your head, “The hell are you doing here?”

Grinning, he shrugs, “Well, I could ask you the same thing but I’m pretty sure I already know.” As Maverick speaks he leans back and just stares at you for a moment. You notice and chuckle as you hold your arms out to the side, tilting your head down a little. 

“Gosh, I haven’t seen you in years, kid.” He sighs, shaking his head. 

Taking the seat next to him, you nod, “Yeah. I’ve been pretty busy.” 

“No kidding,” Maverick says, “What- was it your graduation that I saw you last?” 

You reach over and give his shoulder a light shove, “Absolutely not! That was way long ago. You’re age is showing, Pops.” He laughs at the comment, running a hand through his hair, “Glad to see that that nickname hasn’t gone away.”

“Did you think it would?” You ask, leaning your arms on the counter as you settle more comfortably into your seat. 

With a shake of his head, Maverick spins his cup on the counter a bit, “No. I’m glad it didn’t. But it also has caused a bit of an issue, you know.”

“How so?” You ask, though you have a feeling about what he means. 

“Well,” Maverick takes a drink of his beer, “Your dad and I have been in a three decade long debate on who’s the better wingman. But now the debate has shifted to which one of us you like more.” 

You laugh, leaning back in your seat, “Oh my gosh, you two. Well, I love you both and you’re practically married at this point so I’d say it’s a pretty even tie.” You say, but then make a face, “Though I think Dad is a little more above you, as he did give me my wings.”

Maverick snaps his fingers, “I knew it.”

You clap a hand on his shoulder and give it a squeeze, “Aw don’t be too sad about it. He was always going to win.” 

That gets a laugh out of him, “That’s fair.” 

As you watch him, you realize just how much you missed him. Maverick has been in your life for as long as you can remember. Hell, Ice had even made him your Godfather. He had been there for every little thing in your life, and wow was it so good to see him again. 

“Okay but seriously,” You start as you snap out of your little daze, “What are you doing here?” 

He smiles at you, “Hmm. That’s classified.” 

“Ah,” You hum, “It wouldn’t have anything to do with my dad, would it?” 

Maverick’s smile only grows, “That’s... also classified.” 

“Oh you’re no fun.” You scoff, a chuckle rattling your chest, “Ah well, keep your secrets. I have a feeling I’ll see you around soon enough.” 

“I’m sure you will.” He returns. 

Just as you're about to make your departure, Penny returns with your drink that you had completely forgotten about, “Sorry that took so long, kiddo. Jimmy must have misplaced the limes when taking care of shipment.” She says as she slides it over to you. 

You gladly accept it, “It’s no problem, Penny. Besides, it gave me a chance to catch up with good ol’ Mav, here.” 

“Oh, is that so?” Penny asks, sending a playful look to Maverick that you don’t miss. You smile at the two before looking over and noticing Phoenix entering the bar, followed by two aviators that you recognize from the academy. 

“Well,” You state, standing up with your drink in hand, “It was really nice to see you again, Mav. But my friends just got here and just like you, I haven’t seen them in quite a while.” As you speak, a look of confusion grows on Maverick’s face as he glances over to where you walked over from. 

He gives you a questioning look, “Were you not already with your friends?” He asks. 

You laugh, “Who? Hangman? Absolutely not. Coyote, yeah. But not Seresin.”

Maverick makes a face, “That bad, huh?” 

“I have a feeling you’ll find out.” You say with a grin. 

“I’m sure I will.” Maverick agrees, glancing over to the growing group of aviators surrounding the pool table. You reach over and give Maverick’s shoulder a squeeze, “See you around.” 

You turn to go but then look back, “Oh, and Penny-” You motion to Maverick’s phone on the bar. Penny gasps and a smile grows on her face as she walks over and rings the bell. 

Everyone in the bar cheers and Maverick smiles even though it is very evident how confused he is. You hide your laugh behind your hand. 

“What... is happening?” Maverick asks Penny, who simply just steps to the side to reveal her famous rule sign. In reading it, Maverick lets out a breathy laugh and looks to you, “Really, Wonder?”

You shrug, “Rules are rules, but thanks for the drink, Pops!” You say as you raise your drink to him before turning on your heel and heading over to your friends. 

All you hear is Maverick’s defeated laughter as you walk away. 

“No way- Wonder!” You’ve barely joined the group before Phoenix is colliding with you, her arms wrapping around you in a bone crushing hug. You return it, a wide smile on your face, “Hey, Phoenix!”

She pulls back and gives your shoulders a shake, “I haven’t seen you in forever, how have you been, babe?” She asks, the nickname making you chuckle. 

You throw your arm over her shoulders and let out a breath, “Oh I’ve been good, honey, just flyin’ the skies.” The exchange between you two comes so natural. 

Though she was a couple of years ahead of you, the two of you were inseparable during your academy days. People would often joke that you sounded like an old married couple with how you spoke to each other. 

“I can’t believe we’re all here right now. This is nuts.” Phoenix says as she looks around the group, shaking her head in disbelief. 

You nod along with her words, “Yeah... just seems like we’re missing someone.”

As if on cue, you look off to the side and see none other than Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw walking into the bar, signature sunglasses covering his eyes. 

“Bradshaw,” Hangman says as he leans on his pool stick, “As I live and breathe.” 

Rooster heads over and gives the man a grin, “Hangman,” He greets, “You look... good.” 

“Oh, I am good,” Hangman says as he lines up his pool cue, “I’m very good.” 

“Eugh, either get a room or move over,” Phoenix says as she nudges past Hangman to get to Rooster. She lands a punch on his shoulder, “This is how I find out your state side?” She asks accusingly. 

Rooster shrugs, a smile tugging at his lips, “Yeah, it was a bit of a short notice.”

Phoenix sighs, “Shut up.” 

You laugh as she winks at you before focusing back to the game of pool. Pulling your attention away from your friend, you find your eyes locking with Rooster’s.

The two of you take a step towards each other. You stare into his eyes, and he stares back, both of your faces expressionless. 

“Bradshaw.” You speak first.

“Kazansky.” He responds. 

There’s a beat of silence between you two before a wide smile grows on your face, at the same time as Rooster’s. You step forward and pull him into a tight hug, “It’s good to see you, man.” You say before pulling away. 

“Good to see you too, Wonder.” He says, his hand straying on your arm for just a moment before falling to his side. A part of you wishes it hadn’t left so soon. 

Hangman’s clearing of his throat pulls your attention away from the curly haired man, “So... Phoenix, you gonna introduce us to your friends?” He asks, a grin tugging at his mouth. 

Rolling her eyes, Phoenix crosses her arms, “Fellas, this here’s Bagman.”

“Hangman, actually.” He corrects. 

“Whatever.” Phoenix says, clearly unphased, “And behind him is Coyote.”

You watch as Coyote waves at the two behind Phoenix, who return the action. 

“Guys-” Phoenix motions to the men behind her. 

“I’m Payback.” You recognize the one to her right as he speaks.

“Fanboy.” You recognize him too. They had been at the academy the same time as you but you never really got the chance to get to know them since they were a couple of years ahead. The only thing you did know is that they were damn good pilots. 

In fact, all of you were. 

“Oh!” Phoenix breaks you from your thoughts, “I don’t think you guys have quite met Wonder yet. Not since before graduation, at least.”

You lean your back on the bar as you wave at them with a smile. 

“Her and Bradshaw graduated a little bit after us.” Phoenix explains, “Making them first and second in their class.”

Fanboy takes a step towards you, squinting at your name, “Kazansky?” He asks, looking up at you, “As in, Admiral Kazansky?” 

You nod, “The very same.” 

“You’re his kid?” Payback asks, surprise showing in his eyes. 

“That I am, boys.” You respond, taking a sip of your drink. 

Payback lets out an excited laugh, “Holy shit. Y’know, I’ve heard stories about your flying, Wonder.”

“All good things, I hope?” You ask, a smile growing on your face as a little heat rises in your cheeks at the sudden attention. 

Fanboy nudges Rooster with his elbow, “Hey, you’ve flown with her, yeah? Do the stories live up?” Rooster only nods as he glances at you with a smile. 

You see an inkling of pride glisten in his eyes as you speak, “Yeah he did.” You pat his shoulder, “And he was up in the air when I beat his ass. Every. Single. Time.” 

A chorus of oooh’s floods through the group, causing Rooster to run a hand down his face as a laugh shakes his shoulders, “Always a competition with you, Wonder.” 

Your laughter brings you to miss step a bit and you find yourself bumping into someone next to you. “Shit, sorry!” You say as you turn, only to be met with yet another aviator in khakis, “Oh hey, what’s up?” You wave at him. 

He waves back with a small smile, a cup of peanuts in his other hand. 

“When did you get here?” Hangman asks, his attention now on the man. 

You glance over to him as he answers, “Oh, I’ve been here the whole time.”

Hangman hums, “Ah, a stealth pilot.” 

“Weapons service officer, a-actually.” The man responds, wiping crumbs off of his lap as he fidgets in his seat. 

“One with clearly no sense of humor...” Hangman mutters. You shoot him a look and he holds his hands up in defense after catching it. 

Phoenix heads over, “What do they call you?” She asks him. 

He looks up at her, his eyes going slightly wider, which honestly you didn’t think was possible, “Uh, Bob.” 

"No, your callsign.” Fanboy says from where he stands next to Payback. 

Bob swallows and looks around awkwardly, “...Bob.”

“Wait, you’re Bob Floyd? My new back seater?” Phoenix questions as she eyes him up and down. 

Nodding a little aggressively, Bob answers, “Y-yeah. I guess I am.” 

Phoenix grins at him and hands him a pool cue, “Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got then.” 

Bob takes the stick, clearly excited but unsure. You notice him still sitting however and give him a little shove to his feet, “Go on, she won’t bite.” You tell him as he grins at you before going over to the pool table. 

You sip on your drink as you watch the game continue, politely declining when Coyote tries to get you to join. 

“You backing down from the chance to beat someone’s ass? Unheard of.” Rooster says from next to you, earning him a light shove. 

“I’m not always looking for a competition, you know.” 

“Bullshit,” Rooster tries to cover up the word with a cough into his fist. 

You roll your eyes and turn to say more, but your eye catches more aviators entering the bar, “Holy shit.” Your remark causes the others to look up. 

Fanboy lets out a low whistle, “Is that... Harvard? Yale? Man, they’ve got everyone here.” 

You turn back to the group, confused, “The hell kind of mission is this?” 

“That’s not the question we should be asking,” Phoenix says, her arms crossed, “Whatever this mission is... it’s brought in the best of the best. So if we’re all here, who the hell are they going to get to teach us?” 

Her question leaves the others in silence as they take a moment to think. You turn over your shoulder and glance at Maverick, the gears turning in your head, “I’ve got an idea..” 

“What was that, Wonder?” Phoenix asks. You snap back to her, shaking your head, “Nothing. Just a hunch.” 

“Oh, don’t tell me that the Admiral’s daughter has insight on the mission.” Hangman says, earning him a glare from you. 

You get up and push at his shoulder, “Nope. I know as much as you do- besides, I don’t even think my dad knows I’ve been called in.” Leaning back against the bar, you shrug, “I just have a feeling, is all.” 

“Do share with the class?” Hangman motions for you to continue. 

You squint at him for a moment, “Hmm. No.”

“What? Why?” Hangman asks, clearly flabbergasted. You take a drink, “Because you’ll find out tomorrow, Bagman.”

Shaking his head, Hangman lines up his cue once more, “Unbelievable.” 

His muttering is drowned out as you turn in your seat, resting your arms on the cool countertop. 

You take a long sip of your drink, which was honestly mostly just juice, as Penny was very aware of your early call time and absolute hatred for mornings. 

Bless her, you think as you notice Rooster walk up next to you. He leans his back on the bar, his body turned away from you. 

“So...” He starts, nudging you a bit with his elbow, “I hear you’ve been going on a lot of solo missions?” 

You nod and lean back so you can see his face, “You’ve heard right.” 

He pulls his gaze away from the game of pool, his face suddenly serious, “Still flying alone then?” 

You find it hard to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you stare into his eyes. The mixes of browns show nothing but concern, something that you hadn’t expected. Not yet, at least. 

You offer him a soft smile, “Yeah. Still flying alone.”

He places his hand on your shoulder. It’s warm and comforting against your skin, “Are you okay?” 

You take a moment to breathe in deeply and then slowly release, “I’m doing better.” You tell him. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, his voice so full of care and caution that it makes your chest tighten. You look forward for a moment before leaning in closer to him as your voice lowers, “Bradley... you’re a good friend- one of the closest I’ve got. You’ve been there for me through thick and thin, but...” 

You pull away just a bit, just enough to fully look at him. And so he can look at you, “I don’t want to talk about this right now. Not with you, not with anyone. Not ever.” 

His face pulls in such a way that it makes you want to take your words back immediately, but you know you can’t. You’ve never talked about what happened. You’ve never been able to say it out loud. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to. 

He reaches down and takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze, “You’ll need to talk about it eventually...” 

You turn back to your drink, suddenly wishing it were stronger, “...I know, but not today.” You say simply, your hand still clasped in his. He takes a step to be closer to you, and you’re thankful for him to just be near you.

Looking up from your hands, you lock eyes with Maverick. He’s giving you a concerned look, which you can do nothing but shoot him a small smile to ease his obvious worry. He returns one of his own before his eyes flick over to Rooster. 

In that moment, you’re thankful that Rooster has his back still turned to the man, unaware of the holes that are practically being burned into the back of his head with how Maverick is looking at him. 

With a squeeze to your hand, Rooster suddenly leans down and whispers in your ear, “I know what’ll cheer you up.” He says before heading over to the juke box. You turn and watch him unplug it before he walks over to the piano. 

A wide smile grows on your face as his fingers begin to move over the keys. The others notice and Phoenix grabs your hand, “Come on!” She says as she pulls you over to Rooster. 

Your hand subconsciously slides across his back as you make your way next to him just as he begins to play Great Balls of Fire, his hands moving so effortlessly across the keys.  

The words to the song fill the room as everyone begins singing them at the top of their lungs. You feel your heart beat faster and your body fill with nothing but absolute joy as you yell the lyrics. 

You don’t know why you’re all here. You don’t know what this mission is about or what’s in store for all of you. But what you do know in this moment is that this is a damn good song and you absolutely adore the people that are singing it with you. 

Waking up to the sound of your alarm made you want to rip it out of the wall and chuck it out onto the tarmac so that it would be run over by a plane taking off. But you didn’t. Instead, you rolled over and turned it off, before literally dragging yourself out of bed to get ready. 

The process of getting ready went by in a haze, the movements so natural to you that you could do them in your sleep. God, wouldn’t that be amazing. 

Before you knew it, you were sitting down behind Rooster as you all filed into the hangar for your first day. Rooster had made a comment about how you looked like hell and all it had earned him was a not so friendly hand motion from you and your overly tired brain. 

Only when Warlock stood in front of you all did you finally feel yourself wake up. He addressed you all and explained the mission that you were brought in for. 

“Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate, with real world experience,” Warlock continues. You turn as your hear footsteps nearing you, “This is Captain Pete Mitchell. Callsign: Maverick.” 

As he passes by, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. I was right, you think. Your smile fades just as quickly as it comes when you notice how rigid Rooster’s shoulders go, and how he won’t meet Maverick’s gaze as he takes the podium. 

“Hello,” Maverick starts. You don’t really hear what he says as you watch Rooster turn his head to the side, his hands clasped tightly on the table in front of him. You glance up as Maverick holds up the manual you had spent countless nights poured over, “I’m sure you all know this inside and out, right?” He asks. 

A chorus of yes’s and a couple of damn right’s fill the air. You nod along with everyone, but then feel a truck full of confusion slam right into you as Maverick proceeds to through the text in the trash. 

 “Well forget it.” He says.

Sorry, what? you think.

“When you’re up there,” Maverick points to the sky, “nothing from a book is going to help you do what you need to do. All you need to do is to trust your instincts, and go.”

There’s a beat of silence as Maverick’s gaze drifts over all of those before him, “Don’t think. Just do.” 

You let out a huff of a breath, tapping the pencil in your hand against the book that you were now supposed to just forget.

Maverick nods and faces everyone with a smile, “Alright. Let’s see what you can do.” 

After doing checks on your jet, you headed over to Phoenix, who was kneeling on the ground next to hers. You engage in a friendly conversation before noticing that her eyes have drifted to something behind you. You follow it and find Rooster and Maverick in what seems to be a not so friendly conversation. 

You let out a long sigh, a part of you having wondered how long it would be before those two would start at it. 

As Rooster walks away from Maverick, you turn back to Phoenix, who is looking at you, “What is going on between those two?” She asks. 

You purse your lips and opt for a shrug, “I’m not one to say.” 

Phoenix nods slowly and stands up, brushing her hands off on her pants, “Well, I hope that they can amend whatever is between them before the mission.”

“I hope so, too.” You agree, though knowing what you know, you aren’t sure that it’s very possible. 

Rolling your shoulders out, you reach over and give Phoenix’s arm a squeeze, “Have fun up there, dear.” 

She grins at you, “You know I will, honey.” 

You give her a little two finger salute before turning on your heel and heading towards your own jet. Running your hand over the nose of it, your entire body lights up with adrenaline. As you climb the ladder and sit down, securing your straps, your excitement only grows. 

God you love flying. 

Maverick had had you all warm up before splitting you up into pairs and having those not flying back at the hangar listening in. Right now, you were sitting by the radio as Payback and Fanboy took to the sky with Rooster as their wingman. 

“Good morning, Aviators, this is your Captain speaking.” Maverick’s voice filters through the radio and you can’t help but roll your eyes as he continues. He explains that they’ll be doing dog fighting exercises, with him as the one they need to try and evade and shoot down. 

“Hey, Mav, how about we put some skin in the game?” Payback asks, his voice light. 

“What were you thinking?” Maverick returns. 

“How about... 200 pushups?” Payback’s answer makes you groan. From next to you, Bob pushes his glasses up his nose, “He’s going to kill us.”

You lean back and cross your arms, “No kidding.”

“That’s a lot of pushups.” Maverick’s voice crackles over the radio. 

“Yeah, well it wouldn’t really be a challenge then, would it?” Fanboy questions, the laughter evident in how he speaks. 

There’s a beat of silence before Maverick chuckles, “Alright kids, let’s go.”

You learn forward in your seat as you hear Maverick take the team by surprise, their yelling immediate. It seems to happen so fast, how Rooster covers for Fanboy and Payback, only to be taken out by Maverick a moment later. 

As the fight is called to an end, you frown. You could practically feel Rooster’s anger towards Maverick through the radio, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t worry you. 

The next to go are Phoenix and Bob with Hangman. You stand next to Rooster as he leans on his hands by the radio, muttering a, “Watch your back, Phoenix.”

Your leg bounces relentlessly as you listen in, only to hear Phoenix and Bob get shot down within minutes, having been left to hang out to dry by none other than Hangman himself. 

He sure does know how to live up to his name. 

You can’t help the slight chuckle that rises from your throat when Hangman asks Phoenix if she sees Maverick, only for her to respond with, “I’m dead dickhead.”

“See you in the afterlife, Bagman.” Bob puts in, just as Hangman is taken out by Maverick. 

The groans that fill the room cause you to drop your head into your hands. Damn, Maverick was good. You knew that but still, what the hell. 

Next are Hangman and Rooster, a duo that you had a bad feeling about. Your feeling was only proved when Hangman proceeded to speak, “So, Rooster. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Would it matter if I did?” Rooster sounds very clearly uninterested in whatever it is Hangman has to say. The other, though, doesn’t seem to catch on. Or, maybe he does, and he just doesn’t care. 

You’re pretty sure it’s the latter.

“What’s the deal with you and Maverick?” And bam, there it is. You sigh, your fingers coming up to pinch at the bridge of your nose. 

“That’s really none of your business.” Rooster says, the annoyance evident in his voice, “Where is he, anyway?”

“Been here the whole time.” Maverick’s voice crackles through. You walk over to the window and peer out, just barely being able to see the three jets in the distance. You watch as Maverick flies up until he’s on top of Rooster, looking down at him from an inverted position, “Can you see me now?”

Maverick is met with silence, which he fills with an exasperated, “Come on, let’s get this over with.” Your stomach quite literally drops as you watch the two planes fly down in a spiral. 

“What is with these two?” Hangman asks, no doubt confused as everyone else. 

“The hell are they doing?” Fanboy asks from where he stands next to you. Shaking your head, you cross your arms, “Being children.” You state.

As they fly down, your annoyance grows into worry as they break the hard deck. You look over and share a concerned look with Bob. What the actual fuck, is all you can think as the two grow closer to the ground. 

Their yelling is drowned out by the sound of the radio telling them to pull up. Pull up. Pull up.

Maverick is the one that pulls away first, followed by Rooster just as he was about to nosedive into the ground. Their pointless fight ends with Maverick taking the kill, once again triumphing over Rooster. 

You let out a breath, your knuckles having gone white at your sides from how tightly you were clenching your fists. You don’t even wait to hear what Maverick says before you’re storming out of the room and towards the tarmac. 

You hear feet run after you and you don’t even have to turn to know who it is, “Wonder, wait up!” Phoenix calls as she comes up next to you. She places her hand on your arm, “Hey, where are you going?”

Your feet come to a halt and you turn to her, “To go tell that little shit that he can’t get away with pulling stupid stunts like that just because he’s angry at Maverick.”

“What is he even mad about?” Phoenix asks, clearly as annoyed as you by this entire situation. You sigh and run your hand down your face, “Why don’t you come with me and ask him yourself?”

She does. The two of you stand off to the side as Rooster finishes his pushups. The moment he’s done, you're walking over ready to confront him. 

“What the hell was that up there?” Phoenix asks as Rooster sits back, his head down, “Don’t worry about it.” He sounds close to tears as he speaks, not looking up to meet either of your gazes. 

“Look,” Phoenix kneels down next to him, “I’m going on this mission, but if you pull a stunt like that again and get kicked out, then you leave us flying with Hangman.”

You see Rooster process this, but all he does is focus on pulling at the skin around his finger nails. You take a step towards him but remain standing, “Why did you do it?”

You already know the answer, but Phoenix doesn’t. Rooster still won’t lift his head, “He pulled my papers. Set my career back four years.”

“What?” Phoenix asks, her voice dripping with disbelief, “Why would he do that?”

Rooster looks over his shoulder at the setting sun, his head shaking, “I don’t know.” 

Letting out a breath, Phoenix squeezes his shoulder, “Okay. I’m not going to just tell you to get over it because... I know I wouldn’t. But what I will say is to try and move past it for right now. Focus on the mission, not who’s teaching it.”

She rises to her feet, Rooster still opting to look at anything but the people before him. But he does nod in acknowledgement to her words. 

That seems to be good enough for her, “Alright. I’ll see you around.” She pats your arm before turning and heading back inside. 

You stay where you are, still looking at the defeated man before you. 

“You gonna scold me too?” Rooster asks, his voice dry. 

Though he isn’t looking, you shake your head, “No. I was going to ask if you wanted to get a drink.”

That gets him to finally look up at you. He meets your eye for the first time since you came out here, and he is visibly confused. 

You scoff and offer your hand to him, “C’mon, Bradshaw.” He stares at it for a moment before taking it, his hand fitting into your own like a puzzle piece. 

-

An hour or so later, the two of you are sitting in a booth at the Hard Deck, a couple of beers in each. You’re laughing over a story you’re telling from your first few years at the academy. 

“Yeah, we flew those planes in such a way that I’m pretty sure if our instructor had actually seen us, he would have had a stroke on the spot.” You chuckle as you take a drink, “God, I’ve never been yelled at like that before.”

Looking over the brim of your cup, you can see the flush of Rooster’s cheeks as he laughs, “Yeah,” you continue, “-and to this day I still have no fucking clue what he was actually saying. Just that he was piiiissed.”

“Oh God, it was always you getting into the most trouble.” He sighs, finishing off his drink and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

You lean back into the booth, “Yeah... Y’know I think when I joined a lot of people expected me to be like this, carbon copy of my dad or something. But no, I was the furthest thing from it.”

“You ended up being more like Maverick than anything.” Rooster points out, his eyebrows raised at you. You shake your pointer finger at him, “That I did. And I was breaking rules left and right, so much so that I’m honestly really surprised they didn’t kick me out.”

Rooster scoffs, “They wouldn’t. They saw how good of a pilot you are.”

“Psh, sure.” You wave him off, “For how often we got into trouble and how they yelled at and ridiculed us... we all still knew how much they loved us.”

Rooster’s mouth drops open, “Dude, everyone loved you.”

“No they didn’t.” You protest as you take a long drink. 

“Uh, yeah they did. They either loved you, wanted to be you, or wanted to fuck you.”

You ball up a napkin and throw it at him, “Eugh, don’t be gross!”

He holds his hands up in defense as he laughs, “Okay, okay. But seriously, you guys were like this weird little infamous group that everyone wanted to be apart of.” 

You reach across the table and poke at his shoulder, “Hey, you were apart of our group, too.” 

Rooster shakes his head but a fond smile finds its home on his face, “Nah, not until waaay later.” 

“Whatever, you were always a part of it in my eyes.” You say as you push your cup over to him. He gladly takes it and finishes the drink off, nodding at you in thanks. 

You lean forward and rest your chin on your hands, “Yeah... gosh, what a time. Me, Ace, Ghost... and Comet. They were something else, huh?”

Rooster hums in agreement, his hands playing with the napkin that you threw at him earlier. You clear your throat and scratch at the back of your neck, “You know... I think about them every time I go up in the air. About everything we did together. All of us.”

Looking up at you, Rooster reaches across the table and you see the hesitation in the ways his fingers twitch before he gently takes a hold of your hand, “Do you still think about him?”

You stare down at your hands, at the way his thumb is softly circling around your knuckle. You nod and smile a little at him. With your free hand, you reach under your shirt and pull out your dog tags. Shifting them in your hand, you reveal to Rooster that Comet’s tags are on the same chain as yours. 

“Him especially.” You say, your voice quiet as your throat tightens, “He’s always with me... still flying.”

“He’s still flying...” Rooster repeats, the softness in his voice bringing tears to your eyes that you didn’t welcome. You look off to the side, every part of you hoping that he didn’t notice. 

He did. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he held your hand just that much tighter and began telling stories of his own. Before you knew it, you were laughing again. 

After a drink and countless stories more, you both decided that it was time to call it a night. As you walked out of the bar, he had his arm slung across you shoulders, your arm wrapped around his waist. 

It was something so natural for the two of you. Wanting nothing more than to just be in the company of one another and know that the other is there. It was something that you truly cherished about your friendship. 

“I could’ve stayed in there all night but wow these call times are insane.” You groan.

Rooster chuckles as you near his Bronco, his arm falling from your shoulders in favor of opening the door for you, “Why thank you, kind sir.” You say as you slide into the seat. He gives you a wink before making his way to the drivers side. 

The music is loud the minute the car starts, and it only grows louder as he drives. The cool summer night air feels so good on your skin and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to forget everything for just a moment. 

Just one moment. 

“You never really were a fan of mornings.” Rooster’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. You look over to him and shake your head, “Nope, never.”

You shift to get more comfortable, “You’d think with being in the navy for so long that I’d get used to it but nah, I think it only grew my hatred for mornings more.”

“Most people become used to it, but not you?” He asks as he glances over to you. 

“Absolutely not.” You run a hand down your face, “In fact, I think somehow it had the opposite effect.”

Rooster laughs at your inconvenience as he drives. Jerk, you think, but there’s still a smile tugging at your lips. You look over at him as you both fall into comfortable silence. His curly hair blows in the wind and his skin seems to glow under the moon. As he drives, you notice how at ease and just completely himself he looks. It’s nice... and kind of hot.

It’s unfair for someone to just look like that naturally, you can’t help but think. You shake your head at the thought, only then noticing that Rooster is looking back at you, having parked the car at your destination. 

“Enjoying the view, Kazansky?” He asks, a playful grin on his face. 

“Eh,” You say, a chuckle in your throat, “Could be better.”

That gets a laugh out of him. A good laugh, the type that makes his head fall back and his hand come up to his chest. God do you love making him laugh. 

The next day is the same as before. Maverick continues to nail every single jet he flies against, sending every pilot down to their fate of 200 pushups in the blazing heat of the sun. 

When you finally hear your name called to go up, you make a promise to not let him do to you what he’s done to everyone else. Or rather, you just really don’t want to do pushups. Why are those even a thing. Absolutely terrible. 

Moments later, you’re up in the air with Phoenix and Bob, the three of you looking around for the captain. 

“Oh Captain, my Captain...” You call in a sing song voice, your eyes scanning the terrain below you. Your head is off to the side when you feel your entire jet get flung off center, “Holy shit!” You shout as you put on your mask and clip it into place.

“The hell!” Phoenix calls as she steadies her jet. 

“Morning aviators.” Maverick says to the three of you, “How are we feeling?” 

You look back and see his plane behind you, taunting you. You snap forward, “Like I’m about to really enjoy seeing your ass do 200 pushups.” As you speak, you go off to the side until you’re covering Phoenix’s tail. 

“Oh, a little cocky there aren’t we, Wonder.” Maverick tells you. 

“Not cocky, Mav.” You state, your eyes constantly watching the man as he flies around you, as if he were a shark circling his prey, “Is that so?” He asks. 

You let out a deep breath, “Haven’t you learned yet not to get into a fight with a Kazansky while in the air?” You say to him. 

“Ooooh...” Phoenix's voice comes from her plane. You smile as your eyes flick over to her and Bob’s jet before focusing back on Maverick, who is laughing, “I’ve been told I’ll never learn.” 

“I think today we’re going to change that.” You say, your hands firmly gripped on the yoke. 

You can hear the smile in Maverick’s voice, “Let’s just see how this goes, shall we?”

As he speaks, you find him just a little off to the side of your two planes, “Phoenix, on your six.” You tell her.

“I see him.” She responds, “How we lookin’ Bob?”

“Like we’re ready to kick a fossil’s butt.” Bob replies. 

You can’t help the wide smile that grows on your face under your mask, “Alright then, let’s show this old timer what we can do.” Right as you finish talking, the two of your planes break apart, leaving Maverick to choose which one to follow. 

“Oh, leaving your wingman uncovered, are we? Who are you, Hangman?” Maverick quips as he turns and follows Phoenix. You feel your mouth drop open, “Low blow, Mav.” 

He chuckles, “Hey, I’m just getting back at you for the old man jokes.” 

You stifle a laugh, “Fair enough. But we’re just having a little fun out here.” You say as you pull on your lever and ascend, the pressure pushing you back into your seat. Your body is then lurching forward as you increase speed, following behind Maverick. 

His movements are sporadic yet you can’t help but admire the control he has as he moves his jet to avoid your line of fire. You watch him closely and turn when he does, “Phoenix break left!” You shout at her. As she does you drop and fly out from under Maverick’s jet, placing yourself in between him, and Phoenix and Bob. 

“Wonder just saved your ass, Phoenix. Now it’ll cost her.” Maverick says, the confidence in his voice only pushing forward your want to beat him at his own game. 

“Oh!” You shout at him, “Who’s cocky now?” You yell out as you break right, Maverick following you. He’s close to you, but not close enough. 

 You tightly grip the controls as you watch him out of the corner of your eye, awaiting his next move. As he moves it feels as though he’s almost playing with you. Your growing annoyance is replaced with surprise as he suddenly shoots off in front of you. In the way he moves you know what he’s about to do.

You’ve seen it a thousand times and heard your dad’s stories of it a thousand more. You can already sense the infamous cobra maneuver before he even does it. In an instant, just as you anticipated, he breaks and flies right over head.

With a shout, you break along with him and pull back. Your entire body moves to the side as you turn and line up your planes. You see his head snap to the side, the surprise evident in his eyes for the split second that you see them. 

In your next breath, you’re pulling up and flipping your plane over his. You see his head follow you just as you break and flip your plane back upright, landing directly behind him. Even before your plane fully settles in, you lock onto his jet and the tone is going off in your headset. 

“WHOO!!” You scream, a little surprised in yourself for pulling it off, “Mav is dead!” You cheer, your hand reaching up to take off your mask as a victorious laugh rips from your chest. 

You hear Phoenix and Bob practically screaming in your ear and look over to see their plane, both of them inside going absolutely ballistic, “That was insane, Wonder!” Bob yells to you. 

You do a little spin motion of your hand to him before looking off to the right to Maverick. He is staring at you, his mouth hanging open, “Where the hell did you learn to fly like that?” 

“Where do you think?” You ask, reaching up to tap your name plate. Maverick shakes his head and chuckles, “Of course.”

You smile widely at him, “How about we go see Hondo about some pushups, Mav.” You say to him, earning a not so kind hand motion from the man. 

Laughing, you pull your plane off to the side and head back to the tarmac. As you come in for landing, you can see all the others running out. 

The second your jet touches the ground, you jump out and are met with a crushing hug from both Phoenix and Bob. The three of you cling onto each other and jump in a circle like little kids, “That was fucking awesome!” Phoenix cheers. 

“Hell yeah it was!” You shout as the three of you pull apart. Just as you're out of their hold, you feel yourself being lifted off of the ground and spun around. A yell of surprise escapes you, quickly followed by a fit of laughter as your brought back down, the arms around your waist releasing you. 

You turn quickly and find that it was Rooster. He’s staring at you with a smile and a look that makes you feel like you could fight the fucking sun and win. As you stare at him it feels as if it’s just the two of you. Just you and him. He steps forward and looks as though he’s about to say something, but is interrupted as the others crowd around you. 

Hangman and Coyote are shaking your shoulders and everyone’s cheering so much that it feels like you might as well have just solved world hunger or something. “WOOHOO!” You yell, both Fanboy and Payback yelling it with you. 

You stumble slightly due to your laughter but a familiar hand is grabbing onto your own as you recenter yourself. Your eyes meet Rooster’s once more and the two of you share a look before throwing your head’s back and yelling a joint, “Whoooh! Great Balls of Fire!” 

He pulls you into a hug and doesn’t release you completely as you all make your way back to the hangar. His arm is across your shoulders and yours is wrapped around his waist, a mirror of the night before, and it just feels so right.

As you walk, you look over and see Maverick getting started on his pushups, Hondo counting them out for him. You smile and give him a two finger salute in passing him. 

He shakes his head but you can still see the smile on his face.

God does it feel good to win. 

A/N: end of chapter one!!! woohoo!! I had so much fun writing this and can't wait to write more!! :D

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Junkyard Queens

A/N: It was recently brought to my attention by @whatsjulietslastname that David was an abusive piece of garbage towards Chloe, so now I fully hate the man and I simply had to write this. Enjoy!

Summary: Chloe and Rachel meet up at the junkyard, and Rachel discovers David is an even bigger step-shit than she thought.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, angs, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word Count: 2655

It was a friday afternoon, and Rachel was impatiently waiting for her girlfriend to arrive. She was currently laying on their mattress in the little shack they had redecorated, reading a book. School had finished an hour ago, and she couldn’t wait to finally spend the weekend with Chloe. Chloe had been out all afternoon to run some errands, and should arrive any minute now. And just like predicted, Rachel heard a car drive onto the junkyard moments later. The blonde jumped up excitedly and tossed the book aside, almost skipping out of the shack. Chloe had parked the car nearby and was already on her way towards her.

“Chloe Price, making me wait an eternity before showing up,” Rachel smiled teasingly as she hugged her girlfriend.

“Sorry, the original plan kind of changed a bit,” Chloe said as she hugged her back, and Rachel could immediately tell something was wrong. Taking a step back, she carefully inspected the taller teen. Chloe had gone out to do a small job today, and was supposedly going home afterwards to freshen up and get a bag with stuff for the weekend. Not only was the bag missing, Chloe had puffy eyes as if she’d been crying and one of her cheeks was suspiciously red.

“Wait, Chloe, your face,” Rachel said with a frown, immediately noticing the bruised area. She reached her hand forward to gently touch it, and Chloe grabbed both of her hands in her own.

“It’s fine, Rachel, don’t worry about it,” Chloe said with a weak smile, which obviously fooled nobody. She raised an eyebrow at the taller teen.

“Well, now I’m definitely worrying about it. Did you get in another fight? Who did this to you?” She asked, refusing to let this matter go as she carefully inspected her cheek. Chloe realized this, and sighed.

“Rachel, I… I messed up. I went home to shower and get some new clothes for the weekend, but my step-douche stopped me as soon as I got in the house. The bastard has gone into my room while I was away, looking for god knows what, and he found the box,” Chloe said, sounding desperate. Rachel’s jaw tightened. For a year now they’d been saving up to leave Arcadia Bay together. Chloe had been taking small jobs fixing up cars, whenever and wherever she could, and had saved the money in a box under a loose plank in her room. They weren’t exactly rich yet, but it was a decent amount already and they were both proud of it. Rachel was waiting to gather all the money her dad had given her for the day they’d actually leave.

“He went into your room and went through your stuff??” Rachel asked, narrowing her eyes in anger. That guy really thought he owned the place, and Chloe.

“That’s not the worst part. Rachel, he found the money. He asked me how I got it, accusing me of selling drugs. I told him the truth and he didn’t believe me, so I got angry and well… things escalated,” She said, touching her red cheek. Rachel’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wait, HE hit you?!” She almost yelled, her eyes full of rage. She’d met David on several occasions and she knew how he acted towards Chloe. She’d had no idea he was violent towards her as well, and it made her stomach turn upside down.

“I’m fine, I’m kind of getting used to it now, even though it sucks ass. He was giving me shit for the money, so I got angry and said that I at least earned money and that he’d better take an example if he wanted an actual spot in the house. And that’s when he struck me. But that doesn’t matter, what matters is that he took it, Rachel. He took the money. Said my mom had better use for it, and that I should earn money the ‘right way’ next time,” Chloe said, staring at the ground in frustration. 

If Rachel had been fuming before, it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. She wasn’t even sure what made her feel more sick, the fact that David hit Chloe, or the fact that Chloe considered it as normal at this point. She wanted to hurt him for treating Chloe that way. But being there for Chloe came first, so she forced herself to calm down. One thing was certain, however. David’s life and safety were no longer guaranteed if she had anything to say about it.

“Hey, look at me. You didn’t mess up, okay?” Rachel said as she gently held Chloe’s chin, making her girlfriend look at her. Chloe’s eyes were full of disappointment, and all of it was pointed towards herself. 

“I did, Rachel. I got angry at step-dick, and because of that he took the money. Our money. Fuck, I want to help my mom with the bills, but… we needed that. We need money if we want to get out of this place,” She said with a defeated sigh, and Rachel’s heart broke. The blonde gently held one of Chloe’s hands in her own, placing a kiss on the back of it.

“My sweet Chloe Price. None of this is your fault, and I’ll keep saying it until you realize it’s the truth. David invaded your space and took something that was yours. You had every right to be mad at him. He had no right to do any of those things to begin with,” Rachel said, ending it with an angry huff, which made Chloe smile a little.

“Really? You’re not angry with me?” She asked, and Rachel hated how uncertain she sounded compared to her usual self. How could Chloe not see that she was not to blame here?

“I literally have no reason to be angry at you. I’m saying you didn’t do anything wrong, and we both know I’m always right. Now enough of that, follow me,” She said with a smile, leading the taller teen to their car. Chloe had no idea what was on Rachel's mind, but she didn’t hesitate a second as she followed her. They crawled onto the back of the truck and sat themselves down next to each other. They’d covered the back area with multiple blankets and a few pillows (when it wasn’t raining of course) so it was comfortable for them to either sit or lay there to relax. Rachel wrapped an arm around Chloe and tenderly kissed her bruised cheek.

“Well, that’s certainly an improvement compared to an hour ago,” Chloe hummed approvingly, letting out a content sigh as she smiled at her shorter girlfriend. Rachel smirked at her.

“Yeah? Well I got more where that came from,” She said with a sly grin, proceeding to cover Chloe’s cheek and chin with the most gentle of kisses, earning another approving hum, before moving down to her neck. 

“Ack! Rachel, that tickles!” Chloe burst into giggles as she felt the soft touch on her skin, immediately leaning away from her. While she loved being doted on by Rachel, her neck was stupidly ticklish. The blonde easily followed her and grinned.

“I’m showering you with my love and affection, so deal with it,” Rachel playfully grumbled against her neck, sending Chloe into another loud giggle fit. The taller teen shifted from a sitting position to laying down on her back, in an attempt to get out of reach. Rachel simply used that as an opportunity to sit on top of her girlfriend's hips, leaning in close so she could continue pressing soft, ticklish kisses against her neck and collarbones. 

“Baby! Baby plehehehease!” Chloe cried out while giggling madly, only half-heartedly pushing against Rachel’s shoulders. When she’d been reduced to a blushing, giggling mess, only then did Rachel pull away with a wide smile. She laid herself down on top of Chloe, who was still breathless and giggly, and they cuddled in silence while enjoying the warmth of the sun. Rachel traced her nails over Chloe’s tattoo, following the different patterns, while Chloe played with her hair. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Rachel asked after a while, her eyes still closed as she listened to the rhythm of Chloe’s heartbeat.

“Of course, you can ask me anything,” Chloe immediately replied, not even thinking twice about it. It was simply the truth.

“Why didn’t you tell me your stepdad is an abusive piece of shit?” She asked, lifting her head to look at Chloe. The latter had not expected that question and remained silent for a little while, before sitting herself up. Rachel followed her example.

“I didn’t want to worry you. It’s been going on for a while now, and it’s not gonna change. The worst part is that I’m pretty sure my mom knows of it, yet David still walks around the house, so she’s fine with it. But in all honesty? I probably deserve it half of the time,” Chloe said. Rachel reached over and gently held her chin, making her look at her again.

“Chloe Price, don’t you dare do this to yourself. I really hate to see you blame yourself for things that aren’t your fault,” Rachel said, a frown appearing on her face. So not only was David abusive towards her, he also made her believe she was the problem. Chloe’s life had been hard enough already, she didn’t need this on top of it. Chloe huffed.

“Yeah well, apparently everything is my fault, according to my mom and step-ass,” She mumbled, touching her own cheek. It no longer hurt but the memory still stinged. Rachel’s frown intensified as she placed her hand on Chloe’s arm.

“Well in that case, fuck them. You don’t deserve any of this and they don’t deserve you, period. And as your girlfriend it’s my duty to tell you the truth, so I will. I’ll tell you every single day if I have to. We keep each other grounded, remember? So you can tell me anything, and I’ll be here for you” Rachel said, reaching for Chloe’s hand. The older teen gently squeezed it and gave her a warm smile, actually looking happy at those words.

“Thank you. I’m not really good with emotions, but I’ll take you up on that offer. And yeah, you’re right, we keep each other grounded. Fuck, that minds me, I’ll probably get grounded as soon as Sergeant Dickhead tells his sob story to my mom. I do not look forward to going home,” She mumbled, looking at her phone. She groaned when she saw a bunch of unread messages from her mother.

“Then simply don’t go home,” Rachel concluded, standing up as she put her hands on her hips. Chloe simply looked at her, puzzled.

“Don’t go home? Yeah I don’t know about you, but I don’t have any other place to go to,” Chloe said with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at her girlfriend. Rachel chewed her lower lip as she considered the options. Her own house wasn’t an option, since she was avoiding her dad at all costs. Maybe she could reach her mom, but it had been a while since they last texted. Then her eyes fell on their little shack, and she had the perfect idea.

“We can just stay here then!” Rachel said with a smile, jumping off of the car as she turned around to face Chloe, who’d stood up herself now.

“Here? You mean at the junkyard?” She asked with another chuckle, jumping off the car as she looked around. It wasn’t that bad and it had mostly junk instead of trash, so it didn’t really smell bad. But it wasn’t the first place she’d think of to spend the night at. Then again, going home to her mom and step-shit wasn’t that high on the list either.

“Yeah! Where’s your sense of adventure?! We’re basically the queens of this junkyard already! We have our little shack which protects us from bad weather, it’s super hot already so we can definitely sleep outside, and nobody will bother us here. I think that’s a win-win-win, no?” Rachel asked with a wide grin, almost bouncing on her feet. Chloe couldn’t help but smile at the energy Rachel was radiating. She really made everything seem possible. This, however, was something they had to think through.

“Okay then Ms win-win, what about food? Do we just go home, go ‘hey we’re here for free lunch!’ and then leave again?” Chloe asked, folding her arms as she looked at her with an almost smug grin. Rachel paused as she considered the question, before smirking back equally smugly.

“No, of course not. We could simply go grocery shopping, like the adults that we are. And since it’s going to be nice weather all weekend, we could even pull out the BBQ if we want! I’m sure they sell those disposable ones, and we’re at the right place for after we’re done anyways!” She said excitedly. Chloe smiled as she shook her head. There was simply no changing her mind.

“Yeah alright you win. I guess you do have a point. And I really don’t wanna go home,” She said, reaching out to hold Rachel’s hands. Rachel smiled sweetly at her.

“Then stay here, with me. We’ll order take-out tonight, build a little campfire, gaze at the stars while laying on the back of the car, and then fall asleep in each other’s arms like the romantic souls we are,” She said, standing on her toes to kiss Chloe. She could feel Chloe grin while kissing, and it filled her heart with joy to know her girlfriend was happy. At last.

“Rachel Amber, starting a campfire? Should we call someone in advance this time so they can put out the fire, just in case?” Chloe teased as she pulled away, raising an eyebrow at her. 

“Shut up! Are you my partner in crime or what?!” Rachel laughed as she punched Chloe in the shoulder, to which the two of them laughed harder. It felt good to laugh, to be together. Chloe probably didn’t even realize just how important she really was, in general and to her specifically. Chloe had saved her just as much, if not even more.

“Alright alright, I concede,” She grinned, holding up her hands as she surrendered. Rachel smirked and walked up to her, wrapping her arms around Chloe’s neck as she hugged her.

“You better, if you know what’s good for you,” She playfully threatened with a wink, smirking a little wider as she noticed the blush on her girlfriend’s cheeks. Too easy.

“What do we do about the money, though?” She asked. She didn’t sound as hopeless or desperate as she did before, but it was still a concern to her. Which was fair, to be honest.

“Don’t you worry about that, okay? Like I said last year, I have enough money saved up to kickstart us the day we actually leave, so that’s covered. One good thing my dad did for us, I guess. But I still think David is a major asshole for doing this to you, and he should pay for it,” Rachel grumbled.

“Pay for it, huh? You know what? I think you just gave me an idea on how to do that. But I might need a partner in crime,” Chloe said, her eyes wide with excitement and a grin that meant nothing good. 

“Whatever it is, I’m all in,” Rachel said with a smirk. This was going to be perfect. 

They snuck into Chloe’s garage the next morning to execute their little plan. By the end of the day Chloe had gotten her money back, more than she’d had before in fact, and was having a great time with Rachel at the junkyard. And let’s just say David had lost a specific toolbox, and gained a flat tire or two.

[pikmingrubb]

TWD x Reader Blippit

WTD x FTM!Reader, you’re friends with Rick and here’s just some bs that you’ve experienced in your life during the apocalypse. 

Tags: Blood, gore, non-sexual nudity, hugs, Negan bickering with you, platonic Rick Grimes x reader

Word count: 1,943

Whatever he saw in you, kept you alive and safe. Nothing else but a thread holding on for dear life, and you bit and fought every step of the way. It was honestly disastrous; it took you months to acclimate being with actual humans again. Not just hiding amongst the walkers and rot of the world, you weren’t used to not smelling like corpses.

Not used to the touch of clean water spreading over your back as you scrubbed away every long day and sin you had unearthed. The sponge was probably the softest thing you had felt against your skin, not the dull blade of a knife against your throat, and Rick’s soft eyes pleading with you to allow him to help you.

It wasn’t your first encounter with Rick Grimes, you had originally met him around the time he reunited with his wife, and you stayed with his little group before disappearing. Rick assumed you either died or slipped from his life, he had other people to take care of, and he couldn’t look for a random man he just happened upon.

The next meeting was an accident, your rugged form appeared from the shadows while walkers swarmed his camp, quickly cleaving the heads as they snapped and gnashed their rotting teeth at his small group. When everything had calmed down, and you removed your blade from a rotting eye socket, all eyes turned to you. A foreigner suddenly appeared in Rick’s camp while they all tried to sleep soundly, you were a threat.

You took this moment to allow Rick to puff up and practically manhandle you, his fingers gripping your collar so hard he practically lifted you off the forest floor, “Who. Are. You?” He snapped, his angry snarl in your face, you didn’t honestly recognize him until you saw his sweating face shining in the moonlight.

Your dull eyes blinked slowly, fingers just grabbing his wrists, trying to breathe slowly, “Rick?” You prodded him gently. His eyes widened, shock reaching his face as his fingers slipped open, allowing your feet to hit the ground again.

“You’re alive?” He asked gently, he stepped away giving you some space, the people near Rick seemed to calm down as he raised his hand for them to lower their arms. A few questioning glances still scraped at your skin; you were very much aware of how dangerous of a move you pulled. You could have easily earned a bullet to the skull by saving random people in the woods.

But god were you glad you did, it felt like karma that you had chanced upon him. The lowest you had ever felt before, and now by some stupid game of life, you had found another friend in this desolate world.

Why was it him? You chuckled, Rick’s face just twinged with confusion, “I left to find my best friend, he was…Gone by the time I found him. I’ve been alone since then until I ran into you guys.” You commented slowly, your eyes peered around to observe his little group, you noticed Carl and blinked in surprise. He had gotten a lot taller; he was still just a little kid though, a smile came to your lips as he watched you curiously from behind his dad. You also noticed the gun in his hand, good.

“You’ve been…Alone?” He asked, giving you a worried look, his hands brushed over your shoulders inspecting you, as if he were to see a bite mark or something.

“Bull shit, no one lasts that long out here, he’s got to have a group.” A snarl ripped from the crowd, and your eyes met face-to-face with the most distrusting look you had ever seen. His long hair framed his face a little, his crossbow still brandished in your direction.

“Come on, Daryl, I trust him,” Rick said, stepping closer to Daryl, his hand raised gently trying to block his gaze from your form. “He saved me in the city with Glenn, he’s a good person.” He tried coaxing Daryl to lay his weapon down again.

Daryl’s eyes flicked between you and Rick, you could see the gears working in his head, a frown pulling at his lips. He cursed and let the crossbow fall towards the ground, a snarl still on his face. Rick was nodding slowly at him, “You have every right to distrust him, you don’t know him, but I do. Please,” He said firmly, you just kept your guard down, you didn’t want Daryl to think you were a problem.

This was Rick’s group, and right now he was the only one to give you the courtesy of trust, the others just shuffled around with each other at Rick’s command. You felt relief wash over yourself as Daryl abruptly turned around and paced away from the circle, needing some air.

Rick’s gaze was back on you, you stayed quiet, awaiting his verdict.

“You’re not gonna live long out there by yourself, join us. I know you’ll help,” He offered, his eyes searching yours slowly, you almost saw a glimpse of desperation in his eyes. At this point you had realized just how worn down he and his group looked, your eyes skimming over hungry and tired faces.

You closed yours momentarily, a slow breath leaving your nose, you almost glared at him. “Okay.” You nodded, Rick returned the nod, his hand coming up and brushing over his face as if to clear the anxiety. His hands met his hips and he stood there for a moment, just relaxing before you.

“Good, this is good.” He said to himself, “Okay, how about we try to get some rest then, you look exhausted you should sleep. I’ll watch with Daryl, okay?” Rick said, addressing everyone as they slowly settled back down into their bedding on the forest floor.

Body practically just wilting right there, you curled around yourself as you tried your best to sleep.

That was forever ago, you had stayed with Rick’s group for quite some time, bonding with everyone much to your dismay. You couldn’t help but want to get along with everyone, but the realization that you might lose them drove you nuts.

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“What’s up, kitty?” Negan smirked slapping your back, you frowned and glared at him through sweaty brows.

“Kitty?” Your voice mocked harshly, Negan’s grin never slipped as he bent down and raked a little at the garden, “Yeah, since apparently you just don’t stay dead. How many lives you got left?” He teased glancing at you while moving aside for you to plant a few potato spuds into the dirt.

“Negan, what the fuck are you talking about?” Your confusion furthered, and your hands gently scraped loose soil over the spud, patting the ground over it.

A laugh escaped his lips, “I heard from a little birdy that apparently you’ve disappeared three times before and you just keep showing back up.” His voice trailed as he worked the hard soil, upturning it and revealing little worms and grubs digging around. He poked at them with the rake and continued on, “What’s with that? Do you have a secret lover somewhere? Let me guess, he’s a walker!”

You roll your eyes trying to ignore his coy remarks, “Uh huh, sure.” You mumbled trying to avoid this conversation, as much as you liked Negan’s rambling, sometimes it’s too much.

“Is it true Rick found you in the woods naked?” Your hands stopped scraping the dirt and you looked up at him, realizing he had been staring at you the whole time. He was sassily leaning against the wooden pole of the rake, his eyes glinting at you as he just smiled.

“Who told you that?” You said casually, just observing him, his grin widened like the Cheshire cat.

“He did, didn’t he!” He whistled at you and made a small motion with his hand, “Oh that is glorious! What the hell were you doing out there?” He said, eagerly awaiting an explanation. You honestly weren’t sure you wanted to relive that moment, not that you cared what Negan thought, it was just…Something that still haunts you a little.

“I was…Surviving…” You said slowly, brows knitting together, Negan just watched you quietly as you tried to gather your words. “I’m surprised he didn’t shoot me, mistaking me for a walker with all the blood on me.” You murmur, remembering the feeling of just being scared.

Blood, everywhere, not yours. It coated your body, The look of wide eyes, body stepping back away from a form you didn’t recognize, Rick’s gun was pointed at you. His words garbling inside your brain, all you knew was one wrong move and you’d be dead. Perhaps not fighting this once was good, god you felt so tired…Did it even matter?

You fell into the tall grass, your eyes watching the barrel of his colt python fall, he looked relieved. You closed your eyes, feeling the sun’s heat wash over your body, finally allowing yourself to slow down. A moment of reprieve.

The next thing you didn’t expect was to feel Rick’s arm circling around your body carefully, a hug. He was just embracing you in the dirt, the blood staining your skin and the stench of death didn’t seem to deter him. Neither did your naked form either, he just peeled off his jacket and wrapped it around you, gently zipping it up to cover your form.

It was a long time before you finally recovered from being alone and mentally unstable living in the woods. You desperately wanted to get better, to be a person again, to feel safe again. The only reason it happened was a lot of kindness and patience from Rick. He looked past the damage and coaxed you gently back to reality.

You eagerly put your hand in his, trusting him completely.

Negan’s face drew you back to reality, he almost looked concerned for you. Your brows rose and you shook yourself out of it, the feeling leaving your body a little cold. A shiver ran up your spine, “Yeah, it was pretty bad.” You said, not really wanting to tell Negan every stupid detail he wanted.

“And you two are just…” He interrupted, a chuckle leaving his mouth, obviously not satisfied with your short answer. “...Normal after that?” He asked, squinting at you a little.

“What you think I’d end my story with, ‘ and then we fucked ’?” Your scrunched face glared at him, he pursed his lips and made a thoughtful face. “I mean, that would be a hell of a lot more entertaining than ‘we’re just really good friends ’ and all that shit!” He slapped his leg a little and sighed, finishing the garden beds while you continued to plant the potato spuds.

“Yeah, that’s exactly how it went, also Rick is straight.” You pointed out, Negan just shook his head a little.

“Also, who spilled to you all that?” You shot your head back up again, now it was Negan’s turn to avoid you, “No one, I just happen to hear a lot of things.” He commented getting down and helping you finish up the work in the beds, clearing the dirt from his fingers.

“Whatever…Also don’t you dare water these, leave them alone.” You comment harshly, getting up and brushing the dirt from your pants, Negan just raised his hands in defense, nodding his head at your instructions.

“Alright, alright, garden sensei.” He said with a large grin on his face, trying to look small and innocent, you just frowned down at him before shaking your head and giving a small smile at him.

[ellieshairtye]

What have you done! || Ellie/ dina x reader

Pairings: dina x reader and Ellie x reader

Warning- self harm, swearing, blame, cheating on both sides. angst angst angst.

Word count- 1.9k

A/n: this is my first sh fanfic but please DO NOT continue reading if this will trigger or reflect you in a bad way, also please take care of yourself. If you ever need anyone to talk to I’m always here.

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I would say this have been going my way because they haven’t been, I feel like I’m fucking suffocating in this now pointless relationship, I watch as my girlfriend if 3 years gives longing looks towards her ex, I wake up ever time she gets up out of bed and tried to leave our home quietly in the middle of the night, I see their hands graze each other ever time they walk past one another. Worst of all, they think I’m oblivious.

And this leads me crying in the arms of my best friend hoping in someway I’m acting stupid and I’m overthinking it, but I’m always met with sad eyes and tight hugs, the little ‘you’re going to be okay’ whisper’s don’t go un-noticed either.

Dina is truly a blessing, from all the sleepless night and bags I’ve packed to sleep over in her cute little home, I’ve basically moved in, the only things I have left at Ellie’s are, my ds, headphones, and my walkman. I don’t think about it thought finding a peaceful slumber in my best friends arms always feels like home.

Walking up the next morning, was a dream but I would slowly turning into a nightmare, before I could even get a word out i feel someone push strands of hair out of my face. My eyes flutter open to be met with the face of an angle, “morning babe,” dina smiles at me. I smile back a small blush spreading on my cheeks.

“Good morning,” I say back before getting out of her bed before going over to my shoes. I hear her feet hit the ground before arms wrap around my waist. “Only if every morning could be like this.” She said in a happy tune resting her head on top of mine. After tying my laces I turn to her pulling the slightly taller girl into a hug.

“I have to get back I’m missing my ds, and music.” I told her with a laugh, only to hear her sigh. “I’ll come with you?” She asks looking slightly down at me making me feel things I should be feeling, “it’s okay I’ll see you tonight remember, the town party.” I watch her face light up with happiness seeing that I am actually going.

She picks me up and twirls me around making me break out in a fit of giggles. “I can’t wait to see you in that dress you just got, I still can’t believe you won’t let me see it.” She started to rant. Making me laugh at her. “I promise it will be worth waiting for you only have to wait-“ I stop looking over to the little clock she has on her night stand. “7 hours, damn I can’t believe we slept that long it’s been ages.”

She smiles before cupping my face, she presses a sweet kiss onto my cheek before telling me to go get my games with a laugh, i didn’t think I could be happier but I knew I shouldn’t feel this way so I kept it to myself even if me and Ellie have gotten distant I will always be loyal to her until we end thing. Well that’s what I though at least.

Walking up the two stairs of our shared home I quietly open the door before making my way inside, I look over to the bed to see Ellie but also what looks like another figure, holding back tears I walk over to see discarded clothes and cat in my fucking bed, looking over their neck it seems they had a good fucking time.

I Quickly get my shit before booking out out of their waking them up by the slam of the front door. I ran all the way back to my mom and dads house without a second thought, knocking on the door I watch as my Tommy opens it, I look up at him with tears in my eyes trying to tell him everything through my eyes, he seemed to get the point pulling me into his embrace.

I’m not sure how long we stood there but my sobbing died down a little, I feel him pull away a little, “let’s get you in side baby girl.” He said helping me inside while keeping me in his embrace. We make it to the couch taking a seat, he grabs the throw blanked on the edge of the couch behind him before wrapping it around me. “What happened, baby?”

I truly think about his question as look at him In the eyes. “I spent the night at Dina’s, I was happy for the first time in a long time, I thought Ellie just needed space, but when I got back home- I saw clothes around the bed and Ellie sleeping with cat. daddy I saw the marks on their necks and everything.” I sob out trying to maintain eye contact.

Tommy looked at me in disbelief before it soon turned into anger, he knew that he couldn’t get angry in front on his distressed daughter so he just hugged her. “Your going to be okay, you hear me baby girl. Your going to be just fine.” I wanted to believe his words but I just couldn’t.

I pull away while looking up at my dad with a slight smile, “ I need rest its been a crazy day.” I said forcefully letting out a chuckle, he just nods helping me to my room. I put my hand on the doorknob before twisting it and pushing it open, I look around to see everything the same but it’s clean so it isn’t dusty.

“I’ll be at the party tonight radio me if anything happens I’ll be here in under 30 seconds.” He said patting me on the back before walking away, making me call out to him. “I’ll hold you to that.” A slight smile made it way on my face as I walk over to my bed, pushing the covers away I slip in.

I put my head phones on my head and press play on my Walkman, for hours the only thing Tommy and Maria could hear were the light sobs coming from their daughters room. They knocked on the door telling her they are going to the party only to get no reply. Sighing in defeat they make their way to the front door before leaving.

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Third person pov

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Ellie had been looking for y/n before going to the party knocking on all her friends door asking if they have seems her she always got the same reply, so the girl went to the party in hopes to find the h/c haired girl, does she regret what she did? yes. Will she try her hardest to mend her relationship with y/n? yes.

Ellie was standing outside of the doors, where the famous town party’s be held, she was soon cut out of her though from and hand sneaking into hers. With a spark she looked over hoping to see y/n but only to be met with cat. Shaking out hand out of cats hold she makes her way through the doors.

Cat tried to stay with Ellie but Ellie said no and walked away, unknowingly making herself more visible to see to Tommy, she had only been there for a few minutes before tommy notices her while getting himself another drink, it’s like everything in his mind was forgotten the only words were hos little girls repeating in his head.

Before Maria OR Joel could stop him he marched his way over to her, and before Ellie could comprehend what was happening she was dragged away from the bar, looking up she came face to face with Tommy. “Do you have any fucking idea what you have done, I let you into my home, I let you date my little girl, I have to a place to stay in my fucking town and you repay me and MY family by cheating on my daughter with an ex that cheated on you.”

The older man ranted loudly alerting the ears of Maria, Joel and dina plus all the people around them. The three took notice of the situation and ran over, “Tommy, hun let not do this here.” Maria tried to reason with her husband. “Why Maria? Our baby girl is at home crying her heart out and you don’t want me to put same on the girl that did this to her.” Joel was starting to understand the situation by the guilty look on Ellie’s face and the fact his niece is not here.

“Is it true.” Joel finally asked Ellie, making her look at him “yes.” She whispered. Dina on the other hand was livid walking straight up to Ellie pushing Tommy away before punching the girl in the face. “You will never fucking understand how many times I’ve tried to reassure y/n that you were not a cheater and not a complete cunt, because I loved her and wanted her to be happy, that girl you have fucking ruined is the love of MY life, I would kill anyone for her I would take a fucking bullet for her, do you understand how much it hurt at first seeing her with you and now having her cry on my door step every night huh, oh and watch her get that cute little sparkle in her eye when you do the littlest of things like hold her hand or kiss her cheek, i wish everyday she was my girl but instead she was with a woman you can’t even get her priorities right, so do y/n a favour you either man the fuck up and fix what you have broken or I fucking will and I promise you I won’t let her see you again.

Ellie and dina had left the party to find y/n who isn’t doing to well.

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Y/n

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I couldn’t do it anymore the songs weren’t helping my thought were growing loud I didn’t want to listen to them but they gave me no choice, I guess that how I ended up in my bathroom with blood running down my wrists, the difference from when i did it the first time was that this time the blood didn’t stop it just kept going, I started to see spots and yells? I payed no mind to them I just turned the music up and hummed to the the lyrics.

I could hear shouts outside of my bathroom door I just couldn’t be bother to open it or talk back, so I sat there letting the lace fade out of me while I continue humming, i hear the banging stop before to bodied tumble in, i look up to see Ellie and dina but the only only one I looked at was my best friend.

“Y/n- that’s a lot of blood, Ellie go get someone now!” Dina tells the tall girl who is stood there in shock. Dina pulls me into her chest as she rocks me back and forward. I look up at dina to see her already looking down at me, her eyes have so many word so many things she wanted to tell me but somehow I understand I press my lips against hers softly before pulling away feeling myself get tired. I knew my time was almost up so I told her the one thing I could think about.

“I wish I chose you,”

[outpost51]

Teaser Tuesday

I didn’t post anything on Sunday anyway so thx for the tag @callista-curations (on my main blog) bc for ONCE I have something soft, just a small break in the clouds lmAO

Dad knew we were coming. I knew Dad would be waiting for us at the usual docking bay. Rima also knew, and her transport arrived right as we stepped into the harsh sunlight of a Taetran afternoon. Maybe it was because I’d thought he was angry with me, or because I didn’t believe I didn’t dream the whole thing up, I wasn’t expecting the taller, slightly-leaner carbon copy of Dad that was real and tangible even after I tried to blink away the ghost. I almost didn’t recognize him — I couldn’t remember the last time he smiled that big for anything, and in that moment, that smile was for me, as were his open arms. “Nico!” I screamed, uncaring of the looks it drew as I took a running leap into his embrace. He squeezed me tight and spun me around and around and then grabbed my arms and shook me — not hard, but enough. “You are such a shit,” Nico scolded. “Runnin’ off like that.” His anger vanished as quickly as it came, though, replaced by wobbly mandibles and a harsh sob that he buried in my hoodie. “I was an asshole too, though. Wasted years—” “Don’t,” I whispered. “Please, don’t.” Quinn was rubbing off on me, it seemed. And rubbing my shoulder, I noticed, and tilted my head to rest my cheek on her knuckles. “You’re the one that likes Blasto, right?” she asked, doing what she did best: lightening the tension. Nico wiped his face off on his sleeve and sniffed up the rest of his emotional outburst. “Yeah, that’s me,” he answered. “The one whose headphones she stole, too.” “You’re not gettin’ ‘em back either,” I quipped, sticking out my tongue. He pushed it back into my mouth and I bit his finger. Just like old times. “Got a new pair, anyway, fuck, that hurt. Dad! Atria bit me!” Big hands looped under my arms and lifted me into the cowl I used to call home. “Well, don’t stick your hands near her mouth and you won’t get bit,” Dad chuffed. Cigarette smoke and gun oil wrapped me in a secondary hug — no whiskey. “Hope you girls brought your walkin’ shoes. Ain’t far enough to waste the gas.”

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“Diego please-”

“No you’re coming with me”

“Why?" 

"Because I can’t go back into that house not alone, please” his voice aggressive but you knew him better, he was scared of going back.

Turning to meet his eyes you could see the vulnerability behind the cold and ruthlessness. “Alright fine, I haven’t got anywhere else to go, and I owe you… a lot” you muttered, hitting him softly in the arm.

“Right well here we are” he stopped at the stairs. “What-” you said a little too loud

“Calm down, why do you think I told you to wear black” Diego said grabbing your arm and pulling you through the gate then through door. “I can walk Diego”

So far nothing had happened. You met some of Diego’s family, like Grace who he called his mother, Allison and Pogo who is a talking monkey in a suit. Later on you heard voices and followed Diego from the couch to the front door. “I’m glad you’re here” Allison spoke to someone you hadn’t met.

“Least someone is” Diego said a little harshly, but you stayed out of it seeing as this was a family matter causing you to stand there and play with your fingers.

Allison’s “Eat shit Diego” made you break your silence with a snort making Diego glare back at you before turning back around to face his siblings. 

“You’re really going to defend himafter what he did” Diego spat out

When he flinched at the harshness you a assumed that this man was no longer used to his brothers anger "Diego, leave it alone" you muttered at him hoping he’d hear, unfortunately he didn’t.

“You’re really going to do this today? At dad’s funeral?”

“Dad knew what he was” he spoke, turning around in disgust leaving the man in front of you sad. “Sorry about him”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it” he said slightly smiling at you “I’m Viktor" 

You were going to answer with you name but Diego cut you off "Y/n!” his voice called to you. “Sorry but that would be my cue”

“No problem Y/n”

“See you around Viktor and Allison” you smiled walking backwards to wave at them. 

You were stood outside the door of an office, giving Diego and his brother Luther some privacy, all though that didn’t do much as you learnt his name and heard something about a monocle. But not wanting to eavesdrop any longer you walked downstairs to hear some shuffling at the book shelf, curiously you walked around to see Pogo and Viktor, who both turned to look at you.

“Sorry I’ll uh, leave”

“No, no it’s fine please stay if you’d like” Viktor insisted with a soft smile. He then turned to look at the portrait of a boy. “How long has it been?” the question was directed

“sixteen years, four months and fourteen days” the old monkey said looking up at the portrait of the young boy the words NUMBER 5 on the small card like thing at the bottom of it, he’s actually kind of pretty, not in a weird way.

Diego had told you about him, and how he was annoyed at the fact his father wouldn’t let him time travel and then he had stormed out of the house and was never seen again after that. You walked away from them slowly and into another room that had two other people.

“Who the hell are you?"the taller one, you assumed was Luther said very rudely while looking down at you.

"Y/n, you asshole” you spoke up turning around when you heard the voice of someone else. “You know what I like about funerals? Everything I own is black” to the average person this man would have seemed crazy but you could see who he was talking to, the ghost of his very dead brother. Then he noticed Allison in the room and he smiled at her, “If it isn’t my baby sister. Ooh and the mighty Spaceboy” he slurred every word then he turned to look at you and his smile got wider. 

“Oh my god Y/n! I haven’t seen you since I last saw you” he squealed, he was stoned as usual. “Hi Klaus” you smiled, following him out of the room, “Hi Ben” you said finally acknowledging the ghost, as Klaus’ arm wrapped around you in order to stabilise himself. “Hi Y/n” the ghost grinned happy that his stoned brother isn’t the only person he could talk to.

Soon enough everyone was downstairs scattered around the lounge room, you were sat on the bar stool away from the trauma bound siblings. “Can we hurry this along?” Diego’s voice came out harshly, that’s all it had been since you both arrived at the house, you couldn’t blame him though.

“Right but this is a family matter” Luther announced glancing at you while stressing on the word family, you turned to look at him with your drink in hand. “Y/n is family, they're my  family” Diego said to his ape looking brother, “Ooo yeah they’re my family as well, they knocked some guy out for me” Klaus agreed “It was awesome!” you smiled wrapping an arm around Klaus’ shoulders forcing him sit down next you, before he tipped over.

“Fine, I thought we could have memorial service at sundown. Out by dad’s favourite tree” Luther suggested, honestly you thought you was a good idea

“Dad had a favourite tree?" oh shit, he had favourites?

"The one by the big elm?" Well this is awkward

You got up from your seat to get another drink, something stronger than whatever you just had. "Aren’t you to young to drink?” Viktor asked, normally you’d come up with some sarcastic response but the concern in his voice made you smile to yourself.

“Actually Viktor, I’m the same age as all of you” you said looking up

“What? wait how the hell does that work?” Luther asked

With that question you took of your jacket and opened your wings with a loud and concerning crack wings  sprouted out of your back and through the big cuts you put in all your clothes. They were big but they weren’t heavy to you having them was second nature, the black feathers faded into white with a little star charms a drunk Diego put in. You looked around at everyone’s faces, Diego rolled his eyes with a smile, Klaus and Ben had looks of awe on their faces because no matter how many time they saw it they thought it was amazing. Luther was shocked, Allison’s mouth was hung open.

Viktor smiled “You’re an angel?” causing Diego snort and you smiled at Viktor and the innocence of the question.

“I guess, I mean that what my powers are like. Also anyone who sees these” motioning at yourself then the wings on your back “thinks they’ve died and gone to heaven or some shit. I had one stoned person ask if I was God and then they got on their knees and started praying, it was an awkward conversation” mumbling the last part.

Next thing you knew everyone was outside watching this big blue black-hole like thing. The static noises were hurting your ears, and then Klaus ran back inside the house.

“What is it?!” Viktor yelled over the static

“Get back don’t’ touch it!” Luther ordered the rest of his perfectly capable siblings

“Yeah no shit!” Diego sassed

That’s when Klaus came back outside with a fire extinguisher, and threw it through the thing Pogo identifies as a black hole, great we’re all going to be sucked into it

“What the hell was that supposed to do?!” it was quite clear to you that despite being raised as 'superheros’ they panicked and fought about everything

“I don’t know! Do you have a better idea?!”

“Run? How about we run!” Viktor screamed at everyone

“Everyone behind me” Luther suggested no it was and order, one that almost everyone listened to except Diego and you, the both of you moving closer together on instinct. He moved next to you only slightly in front, his arm holding you close passing you a knife and taking one for himself and pointing it downwards ready to throw it. You put a wing around him.

That’s when you noticed something “Dee is that a fucking child?” squinting at the bright blue light

“What? Wait holy shit” Diego said looking from you to his presumed dead brother.

The portal thing disappeared and in it’s place stood a child, he looked the same age as you, that’s when it hit you that’s the kid from the portrait

He looked down at himself seeing that his clothes were too big for him all of a sudden he muttered “shit”

“Holy shit”

“Does anyone else see little Number Five? just me?” instead of answering the poor drunk his family ignored him as usual. While the boy seemed to be scanning his surroundings, 

for someone who just came through a disco ball he seems pretty calm

Everyone was crowded at the table Viktor sitting on the chair with Allison on her left, Klaus in the middle and Diego on his other side and you were sat in front of Diego, while Luther questioned the boy, Number Five. 

Luther stood up and looked down at Five “It’s been seventeen years”

“It’s been a lot longer than that” Five responded looking up at his brother and spatial jumped to get something from the shelf, when he turned around he saw you. “Which one of you idiots had a kid?”

“None of them asshole I’m twenty-nine” he obviously didn’t like your tone and he glared at you, and you stared back leaning your head on Diego’s knee. He teleported back to where he was, complimenting Klaus’ dress.

“What happened to you?” Viktor asked, apparently he was the only civil one. 

“What do you think happened? I decided to test the limits of my time jumping, see how far I could go. Turns out pretty far” he stated not looking up from his sandwich, you looked up at Diego who was passing five bucks to Klaus, then putting your head back resting his thigh. 

“By projecting my consciousness backwards into a suspended quantum state version of me that exists in every possible instance of time.”

“That makes no sense.”

“It would if you were smarter.”

The rest of the conversation was just him talking about some science bullshit and insulting Diego’s IQ. The only time you made a comment was when everyone found out he was fifty-eight. 

“You’re fifty-eight?” Diego asked

“No my consciousness is fifty-eight. My body is now thirteen”

When you noticed Diego’s confusion you explained to him that it’s kind of like how you are twenty-nine and still look like a teenager, and the only difference is that he regressed his ageing.

“Oh”

Five turned his head around looking for someone “Where is the old bastard? I want to rub it in his face”

“He died three days ago”

“Natural causes?”

“Yeah”

“No”

Diego and Luther said it at the same time causing them to glare at each other. “Well that complicates things”

“How so?”

“Well Miss/Mr whose name I still don’t know-”

“Y/n, you prick”

“Lovely to meet you asshole, I’m Five” he smiled sickly “but what exactly is the day today?” the others just watched the interaction

“the 14th of July”

“there’s not much time then”

“much time for what?” and with that the fifty-eight year old child was gone. "Five come back here! We’re not done" Luther sighed he definitely did not miss that.

The others looked shocked except Klaus and you, you were left unbothered you already didn’t like this guy. “Is there more pastrami?” Klaus asked

One by one the Hargreeves emerge from the house Diego dragging you along. “But Dee I didn’t even know the guy why do I have to here?" 

"cause if I have to do it so do you”

The funeral was taking place in the middle of the courtyard, Pogo was the last one to arrive supporting himself on his cane.  “Whenever you’re ready, dear boy”

And with that Luther tipped out the ashes from the urn, landing in a pile at his feet and he moved back to stand in line with his family. 

“Probably would have been better with some wind” you smiled at Klaus who shrugged his shoulders at Pogo. “Would anyone like to speak?” the question was answered with silence. 

Pogo sighed “Very well. In all regard Reginald Hargreeves made me the creature I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his dept. He was my friend and my master, and I shall miss him very much. He was a… a complicated man-”

“He was a monster” Diego cut Pogo off, and you sighed taking his hand into your own in some feeble attempt to clam him down, he took his hand away from you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders “He was a bad person and an even worse father, the worlds better off without him”

“Number 2, you ass” Allison spat out at Diego

“His names not Number 2” he squeezed you shoulder and let go of you. You were always quick to defend Diego, it was your instinct, he’s the only person you had since your father’s disappearance.

“Don’t you get that?! We’re more than the numbers he gave us” he went on, and pointed to the house “This entire place is a lie. That is his legacy”

“We’re his legacy” Luther couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Well I hope he’s proud” pointing to Klaus, Allison and Viktor “Drug addict. Fame whore and traitor” pointing to Number Five “whatever the hell you are and the mighty spaceboy” you muttered out a quiet “Amen” that didn’t go unnoticed by Klaus who you moved closer to because you knew what was going to happen.

“Well at least I didn’t turn tail and run”

“No you sat on the moon like a good little doggy. He had you 240,000 miles away. That’s how much he couldn’t stand the sight of you” that’s when Luther lost it and lunged for his, and Klaus moved in front of you and Five who you were know sharing an umbrella with.

Diego who is faster than his hulk-ish brother dodged Luther’s punches, one lucky shot a Luther could knock Diego’s head off you pulled Klaus back towards you to keep him from getting hit in the middle of the fight which didn’t go unnoticed by Five. 

“Stop it!” Viktor yelled at his brothers not that they listened. 

Klaus was enjoying this “Yeah, no, stop it”

Now Diego who had speed on his side hit Luther who had size and strength on his. Pogo was actually trying to stop the brothers, unlike Five who rolled his eyes, handed you the umbrella and walked away in the rain. Luther ran at Diego who dodged him, so instead of breaking his brother’s bones he ended up breaking Ben’s statue. 

They stopped fighting and you turned to Ben “Sorry Ben" 

He sighed "Oh well, we can get it fixed" 

You weren’t sure when Klaus started smoking but it didn’t bother you much anymore you knew he wasn’t going to stop but that didn’t mean you had given up on the hope that one day he’ll quit.

"Diego! I’m going inside, think you can keep yourself out of trouble?”

He snorted “Probably no but I can handle it kid”

The next morning you woke up in bed, not yours so it was Diego’s which was confirmed when you when you opened your eyes and feet where in your face, so you did the reasonable thing and kicked him in the face.

“ow, you bitch!”

“well don’t put your feet in my face, jerk”

Soft snoring was heard from the floor “Klaus wake up!”

“Noooo”

You looked to the side away from Diego’s feet and saw Ben trying not to laugh at the scene in front of him.

Eventually everyone who somehow ended up in Diego’s old bedroom marched into the kitchen, it seemed to you that everyone else had just woken up as well.

Five was searching the shelves “it has to be here somewhere. what kind of adult doesn’t drink coffee”

“Dad hated caffeine” Allison spoke up

“Well he hated children too, and he had plenty of us”

You snorted, Diego sat down “You look like shit”

“Oh thank you”

Sitting down you searched the room, realising that the kitchen was missing a member of the family, a living member of the family that is. “Where’s Viktor?”

Pogo sighed, “He left this morning”

“Pity. He’s the only one of you that I actually trust” he looked up “Him and the stoned idiot”

Allison looked at Luther “Luther? You okay?”

“Give him a banana, he’ll perk right up” you kicked Diego’s foot from under the table, biting your tongue to stop yourself from laughing

“Oh good Diego’s still here. Said no one. ever”

You looked at her “I’m always happy to see him”

“Right, well Y/n and I are out. So, lots of fun guys. Let’s totes do this again”

Klaus perked up, grinning “Yes, let’s!”

As you and Diego move to leave, Luther blocks the doorway. “No one else is leaving

Diego looked at you "Hey, look at that, right on time”

“Luther-” Allison started but Luther cut her off “We have to figure this out-”

“There’s nothing to figure out! Dad died, the world spins, the end” Diego was getting hostile.

“You read the autopsy report”

“And?..”

“When they found the body, his monocle was missing”

Diego knew where this was going, he wasn’t going to deal with Luther’s shit not today, not ever “And?..”

“And think about it. Have any of you, ever seen Dad without his monocle? Even once?” That’s when realisation sets in for Allison “No..”

“And your point?" 

"That the person who has the monocle was the last person to see dad alive, or the first one to see him dead” Luther started “I don’t care what any of you thought of him” Looking around the room “What any  of you thought of him. You wanna hate his guts, fine, who gives a shit. But we’re not going to pretend like this thing didn’t happen. We owe dad that much”

Shaking his head “Get help Luther, seriously” turning to the other “Five, enjoy puberty. Allison, good luck with that Best Beach Bods of the summer list. I hear there’s some real fierce competition this year” in response she sticks up the middle finger “Klaus-”

Klaus smiles, knocking out of whatever daze he was in, “Are we leaving?”

“Me, and Y/n are leaving, just the two of us”

Klaus looks to you “Get your stuff Klaus, we’ll drop you off”

“Lovely”

Wordlessly Diego looks at Allison and Luther, then follows you out of the house

You made Diego wait for Klaus in the car, when he closed the door you handed Diego the keys and he started the car. Glancing back at Klaus to find him smiling brightly at you “every time I close my eyes I see a diaretic hippo about to shit on my face, it’s terrifying”

Diego had stopped the car near water because he needed to do something, leaving you in the car with Klaus and Ben.

Klaus opened the door “Yoohoo Diego. Hate to rush you through any kinda brooding moment you might be having, but c'mon man we’re starving”

Getting no answer only a dirty look from Diego, he sighed closing the door. “I’m craving eggs”

You turned to look at him “It’s too late for eggs Klaus”

“Waffles?” he suggested “You both like waffles right?” looking at Ben, he grinned when he nodded “of course you do, everyone likes waffles”

Next thing you knew, Diego was back in the car “I’m gonna drop you off at the bus stop” taking a small breath “I gotta get back to work”

You groaned, slightly sliding down the car seat. Klaus was feeling the same way you did “what, breaking balls?”

“saving lives baby”

“well I guess it’s frozen waffles again” dropping his head to the side to look at Ben.

With a few more words to Ben and Diego putting on his mask, you were all off.

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FATE AND HATE: EREN YEAGER X READER (PART 6):

tags: @tiffanyy-21, @cafesho

SYNOPSIS: The vacation treats Y/N and Elijah greatly and Y/N makes a surprising decision once she’s back. Elijah is torn when Vinnie reveals a possibility of him changing schools. Eren finally starts getting his way.

A/N: This chapter was so fun to write and it’s just as pivotal to the story as the 4th part! Also, spot the cameos!

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Armin picked up his ringing phone instead of the black pawn on his chess board. Of course it was Eren.

“ Reiner, can you give me a second?” He said before rushing to his room, not caring for the taller blond’s response. Reiner was sitting opposite Armin, and he shook his head with a sigh.

“ It’s probably about fucking Y/N again” Annie said as she flipped a page of her sports magazine, blue eyes focused on the new boxing match report, uncaring of Eren’s relationship drama. Bertholdt said nothing as he typed away on his phone. It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon, and Annie had invited her two best friends over to her shared home with her beloved husband, Armin. Annie was never one to show emotions, she was always so relaxed about everything. But the constant onslaught of phone calls from Eren distracted her husband, and it was getting irritating.

“ This is all so HBO drama-esque. Like, seriously? He gets a green light from a new school and sees this kid who looks like him and it’s his son he hasn’t seen ever and suddenly he’s in his ex’s life again and there’s banter and heartbreak and whatnot” Reiner chuckled.

“ To be honest, I’m more surprised about the fact that Eren Yeager became a chemistry teacher of all the other professions out there. I mean, seriously? Eren Yeager teaching middle school kids about the properties of osmium or whatever the fuck” Bertholdt said.

“ Well hello again, Min” Annie turned to look at her husband, noticing the familiar expression of annoyance on his rosy features.

“ What now?” Reiner asked, patting the spot beside him on the black rug, silently letting him know the chess game was wrapped up.

“ He got into this huge fight with her and now Y/N’s out of the city so he’s even more cranky. Also something about how Y/N was actually right but how it’s hurting him. Typical shit” Armin said as he sat beside his friend.

“ So. What do you guys think is gonna happen? The ship sails or the ship sinks?” Bertholdt asked.

“ Sinks” Armin and Reiner said in unison.

“ It’ll sail. Mark my words” Annie flipped a page again.

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Y/N’s mood was lifted as soon as she saw her cheerful mother open the doors hastily and welcome her inside the two storey building with open arms. It was like an electric shock went through her body as soon as she got a whiff of her familiar orchid and jasmine scented perfume. Mrs. L/N smelled like better days, and that she was.

“ Mom” Y/N didn’t want to break the embrace she was in. She hadn’t felt warmth like this in ages.

“ My baby’s back in town” Mrs. L/N giddily said, rocking her daughter back and forth as if she were a child. Y/N looked exactly how her mother did when she was younger, from her forehead to her nose to her envied hair, everything. And she inherited her spirit too.

“ Elijah, my other baby” Mrs. L/N cooed as she skiddled over to her grandson and hugged him just as tightly.

“ Where’s my dad?” Y/N looked around the great house, every inch of it covered in a different memory.

“ Your dad’s gone to buy you your favorite Victoria sponge. From that bakery you always dragged us to when you were little. That man will never stop spoiling you” Mrs. L/N pinched her cheek.

Y/N’s eyes wandered everywhere. It was so good to be back home. She remembered running up and down those stairs, whether to rush into her room crying or to lead a gang of giggling girls for a slumber party. She remembered studying algebra on the glass coffee table in the living room with her father, testing his patience as he yelled directions from the sofa. She remembered the laughter at the dining table every morning, noon and night. And then she remembered the day she came in walking with the stance of a lost ghost, soaking in icy rain, a hand on her belly. The pregnancy test slipped out of her jacket’s pocket and she collapsed on the floor in front of her anxious parents, answering every question they had with just a faraway look and a shivering, wet finger pointing at the fallen object.

But then everything changed, and it was all perfect when Elijah came along. He spent the first 5 years of his life in this house, doted on by his mother who worked harder than the devil himself, and his two grandparents who couldn’t go two seconds without kissing his cheek.

“ Y/N!” Came a bellow from behind her, bringing her back to earth.

“ DAD!” She ran to hug her father, who put the box of Victoria sponge on the table before taking his daughter in his arms.

“ So you do remember your dad’s alive” He playfully tweaked her nose.

“ Grandpa!”

“ Elijah!” Mr. L/N twirled him in the air a few inches off the ground as Mrs. L/N angrily ordered him to put the boy down. Yes, it was good to be back.

Dinner ended with Elijah helping his grandma clean up in the kitchen and Mr. L/N trying to force another piece of cake down his daughter’s throat to which she laughingly denied again. 

 And then came the moment Y/N wished she prepared more for.

“ Sweetheart, you must be tired, why don’t you go to your room and try dozing off, hmm?” Y/N sweetly asked Elijah with a firm look in her eye. It was a look Elijah deciphered all too well.

“ Yeah, goodnight guys”.

Y/N waited for Elijah’s footsteps to get quieter and eventually vanish before she turned to her parents, her face grim. 

“ Y/N, is everything okay?” Mrs. L/N asked, noticing the shift in energy.

“ Yes. Well, no. I came all the way here not only for a break, but because I need to tell you two something. Something that happened and couldn’t be said properly over the phone. Far too important for that” Y/N played with her fingers as she began her speech nervously.

“ Go on,” Mr. L/N said, watching Y/N with curiosity and concern.

“ Let’s start from the top, okay? Elijah got a new chemistry teacher one day, and he came home sulking. He wouldn’t tell me why he was so upset after school. I asked him if it was his friends or if it was a subject but he just brushed it off. Till one day he came back really happy. And that’s when he told me that his new chemistry teacher was a bully and that he targeted Eli all the time for basically nothing. Nobody’s ever done that to him before. And so I sent the new teacher a mail so that we could have a meeting together. My heart nearly stopped when I saw his email address and when Eli told me his name, and I’m surprised it didn’t actually stop the day I met him” Y/N’s voice began cracking now and she tried composing herself.

“ It’s okay, honey, keep going,” Mrs. L/N said, getting up from her chair to sit beside Y/N.

“ Where is this heading?” Mr. L/N asked, his concern growing.

With a deep breath, she continued.

“ Mom, dad. It was Eren. He’s back in our lives and he’s Elijah’s chemistry teacher now. He attacked Elijah because he also had a hunch I was who my name suggested I was, and he hoped his hunch was right, which it was. He played me again. He knew I wouldn’t sit and counsel my son if Eli ever told me and so he got his way again. Ever since the meeting we had we keep running into each other and he won’t stop pursuing me” Y/N finished, her heart racing. The living room went so quiet one could hear a mouse tiptoe.

Mr. L/N suddenly stood up, his demeanor reminiscent of the calmness that passed before a storm. Mrs. L/N stood up too, knowing that what would follow wouldn’t be pleasant.

“ F/N, whatever it is you’re gonna do, don’t. I don’t want a single thing in this house damaged” She said strictly.

“ CURSE THAT BOY!” Mr. L/N screamed at the top of his lungs, his face blood red and his eyes the size of two trays. He kicked his chair so hard the wooden leg his foot landed on wobbled before the whole thing fell on the ground.

“ DAD, STOP!”

“ F/N, CONTROL YOURSELF!” Mrs. L/N stormed over to her husband’s side. If this conversation happened a few days ago, Y/N might have cried. But now, she accepted it. She accepted that Eren was a part of her life that’d never leave, at least not for long.

Fuming, Mr. L/N sat down on the carpet.

“Things have been so crazy at home lately you can’t even imagine. I really need this break. I don’t wanna talk about Eren right now. I’ll figure out what to do about him once I’m back at home”.

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“IT’S BEEN GODDAMN TWO DAYS WHERE THE HELL COULD SHE BE?” Eren scrunched up the paper cup in his hand into a ball, the last drop of Fanta smearing into his knuckles.

“ You know, Ren, I rarely say this but seriously, take a chill pill” Jean crossed his arms.

“ Armin said the same thing yesterday”

“ How does that man deal with you?”

“ Shut up” Eren grumbled, frowning at the ceiling.

Jean sighed before sitting beside Eren on the bed, hugging one of his legs as he thought of what to say.

“ Okay, let’s get this straight. You guys had a big fight and she told you to get out of her house and so you stormed out of it, right?” Jean asked, watching him nod from peripheral vision.

“ Okay. And then you were consumed by guilt for yelling at her and you kept calling her but she didn’t pick up. Most probably because her phone is off. And you’re positive that she didn’t block your number?”

“ Surprisingly, no she didn’t” Eren sat up now.

“ You went back to her house yesterday and she wasn’t there, neither was Elijah? And you went back today in the morning and she wasn’t there either?”

“ Gone”

“ And you asked another one of the teachers at school where Elijah is and she let you know that Elijah and Y/N let his homeroom teacher know that he’ll be back in three weeks because of some family matter?”

“ Yeah”

“ Alright, then you’ll see her in three weeks,” Jean shrugged.

“ What if she’s moving away from this city because I came back?”

“ Then you’ll never see her again,” Jean deadpanned.

“ You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” Eren slapped his shoulder.

“ OW!” Jean slapped him back. Soon, the two men began wrestling each other on the bed. Jean’s mattress squeaked like a cornered mouse at every tough hit it took from the two towering, muscular men rough housing on it, not even caring they might break it. There was a mess of ferociously thrashing legs and strong arms in the air as well as a string of curses, and finally, tired laughter, exhausted sighs, and soft panting.

“ God, I think I need a break from this city. Like a few weeks off at some coastal town. Liquor and seafood and sleep” Eren said thoughtfully.

Jean hummed in response, scrolling through the notifications on his phone, his eyes lighting up at a particular username.

“ Whatcha lookin at?” Eren sat up and peered over Jean’s shoulder, his ear brushing against Jean’s caramel brown mullet.

“ It’s Kiara. She wants a third date!” Jean excitedly told Eren.

“Up high! You’re finally getting hoes, Jean” Eren laughed and high fived his friend.

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Vinnie ignored his parents calling his name. He wouldn’t unlock his door, and he certainly wouldn’t pretend that he was happy with the news they had just told him. And he certainly wasn’t happy about what he’d have to tell his friends.

Vinnie watched his face contort in sorrow. Lips still red from the dragon fruit from his desert earlier, hair more tousled than usual, and hazel brown eyes struggling to hold back tears. With twitching lips, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Hello?” Elijah's voice.

“ Eli?”

“What’s up?”

" I might have to go back to England”.

BEEP!

Call ended. Vinnie opened his window to stare at the evening sky outside. A dark blue painting of stars and buildings. How ugly the things we find comfort in can be if the heart isn’t in them.

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Y/N pressed her head to the wooden door of Elijah’s room, a plate of cold lasagna in her hands.

“ Elijah, sweetie, eat first and then we can have a chat about this. Come on, honey, it’s not a confirmed fact, it’s a maybe. Don’t starve yourself” Y/N tried to persuade her son.

“ Go away!” Came Elijah’s strict answer. Y/N sighed.

“ Appetite basically non existent?” Mrs. L/N pouted. Y/N’s silence was the loudest answer they could get.

“ Your mom and I were talking, and we won’t force you to do anything, but we think it’d be a good idea if you try and uhm” Mr. L/N cut himself off and scratched his head.

“ If you-” Again, he cleared his throat.

“ Oh, good heavens, darling, spit it out” Mrs. L/N impatiently nudged his shoulder.

“ If you try and start something again with Elijah’s father” Mr. L/N said through gritted teeth, not making eye contact with the women standing with him in the hallway.

Y/N set the plate of lasagna on the floor and walked up to her parents, searching her mother’s eyes for confirmation.

“ Let’s talk in the living room” Mrs. L/N made her way downstairs, and Y/N and Mr. L/N followed her to the sofa.

“ Mom, you cannot be serious”

“ Oh but I am”

“ You know how much he hurt me”

“ I’m well aware”

“ You cursed him every night you visited me at the Oxford dorms”

“ And every night since”

“ Then what possessed you to suggest that”

“ Because Elijah is a growing boy” Mrs. L/N cried.

Y/N scoffed.

“ Yes, and I’ve had all the hand in him growing and always will. Elijah’s doing just fine, and so am I” Y/N argued.

“ Y/N, I will not excuse his actions, and I will not invalidate your hurt, but for the sake of my grandson and for you, I must encourage you to at least try to get along with him. Maybe co parent, I don’t know, but to keep him in your life. Elijah needs a father, and from what I’ve heard, it seems Eren is finally ready to be a father. In fact, I think he’s finally ready to be a committed enough partner” Mrs. L/N stated gently and carefully, not wishing to agitate her daughter any further.

“ I can’t believe you right now” Y/N began getting haughty.

“ Your mom isn’t wrong. Eren isn’t a stalker. This is all fate. It’s all chance, and it’s a chance that you’d be stupid to let slip” Mr. L/N gravely chimed in.

Y/N sat still, digesting the conversation.

“ I just can’t forgive him. I see him try to win me back and to be good to Elijah and I’d be lying if I said it’s not sweet but is it really enough? After all he’s done and everything in the middle and the blood, sweat and tears I’ve shed for more than ten years in between. Can this sudden change of mind really be what justifies him coming back and playing the active parent?” Y/N lamented.

“ Well, we can’t force you to do anything. But do consider what we’ve said”

“ Come on, there’s gotta be better men out there”

“ I’m sure there are, darling, but how long will you wait till you find one? Till Elijah moves out for college? You can co parent and have a lover, you know. But that’s not what we’re here to discuss”

“ You’re right, mom”.

Mr. L/N got up and paced the living room.

“ I want a meeting with him,” He declared.

“ With Eren?”

“ With Eren”.

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Y/N carefully closed the door so as to not wake Elijah up.

Hastily, she clicked the unsaved number and put the phone to her ears.

“ Hello? Y/N?” Eren’s confused voice came from the other end.

“ Eren, I think we should give dating a shot again”.

[achtung-attitude]

August, 1974. Ganmyeol turned 14 years old. On his way back to Koreatown through Westlake, he caught sight of two Korean boys getting beaten up by a group of six in an alley behind a laundromat. Four white kids and two Hispanic.

“The fuck you looking at?” the biggest kid demanded upon noticing Ganmyeol watching. The Korean boy stayed quiet. “You ignoring me, asshole? You got something to say?!”

Through his thick glasses, he stared at the kids on the ground. One is skinny and short, the other tall. “They do something? Why hurting them?”

The thug scoffed to his friends. “What’s it to you? Wanna do something about it? We’re natives, so we’re teaching this garbage a lesson.”

“Native…?”

“That’s right,” the thug said. “We were born here. Guys like you and these pussies are trespassers, so you have to learn who’s in charge!” The tall Korean kid began to stir, but the thug’s leader kicked him back down. His cronies cheered excitedly. Ganmyeol frowned.

“Enough now.”

“Ohh, E-naff naow!” the thug wailed, slanting his eyes with his fingers. His friends howled with laughter, their leader gesturing to the taller boy. “This idiot already tried stepping in, wantin’ to save his little loser friend! You want a piece of this-?”

“Fuck youself,” Ganmyeol said, walking toward them, undaunted. “This, get over with it.”

The thug blinked, then twisted his face in anger. Before he said anything, his friends pounced. To their surprise, the kid in glasses dodged their initial charge, ducking and weaving away. But, his strikes appeared pathetically light to the Korean kids, who looked on in dismay. Then the thugs began to fall.

They fell fast and landed hard, and when they hit the ground, they were silent. 

Quiet terror gripped their leader. Now alone with Ganmyeol, who was just dusting himself, he raised his hands in surrender.  “H-h-hey, you know I was just kidding about the trespasser stuff, honest! I just meant…! You know…!”

Ganmyeol gestured with his thumb behind himself. “Fuck off.” The young thug needed no further invitation, and pathetically scrambled to his escape. Sighing, Ganmyeol set about restarting the other five kids. They stirred, confused, then upon seeing their leader missing, awkwardly shuffled out of the alley. Finally, Ganmyeol turns to the Korean kids, and in Korean, asks, “You OK?”

The tall boy stared in awe. “Yeah… Oh, Park!” he says, rushing to check on his smaller friend. The kid stared at Ganmyeol with mixed fear and fascination. “You ok, man?” the tall boy asked, “Can you walk?” 

“Y-Yeah… Thank you, Yeoh-ssi…!”

“Ah, I didn’t do anything. Thank this guy instead!” He stood up, a foot taller than Ganmyeol and full of cheer despite his bruises. “I don't think I've seen you around here. What's your name?”

“...Seo.”

“Seo! Nice to meet you! Are you from Koreatown? How come I never seen you before?”

“I don’t get out much. I… work a lot…”

“Work? No shit? That sucks… What the hell did you do to those guys?”

Ganmyeol regarded him. “You wouldn’t really get it.”

The boy jutted out his chin, his hands on his hips. “...You don't have a lot of friends, do ya?”Ganmyeol’s lips tighten, but he doesn’t dispute it. The boy, laughing, says, “But hey, you stood up for us when we couldn’t stand up for ourselves! You’re cool in my book! But, listen, I’m OK, but I don’t wanna send Park on his own. You think we could walk him back to his place?” 

“...Sure.”

Graciously, the tall boy smiled. They walked out of the alley they were in and kept walking down the street, ignoring the looks they got from passersby.

“...Why did you try to save him?” Ganmyeol asked after some time.

“What do you mean? Why wouldn't I?” The tall boy answered, confused.

“You were outnumbered.”

He laughed. “So were you!”

“That was different. They kicked your ass. What were you even trying to do?”

The tall boy didn’t speak for some time. “...Koreans are the minority. Not just in LA, but all of America. My dad says that we have to look out for each other, because no one else will do it for us. We need to look after our own, as if we were all one big family!”

Ganmyeol blinked. “All Koreans, a family…?” Absently, he smiled. “That doesn’t sound so bad…”

Little else was said until Park returned safely home. His mother embraced her son and thanked the larger boy, even kneeling in the middle of the street. Ganmyeol looked away.

For him, his mother’s abandonment of her family in the South carried a heavy toll. At the war’s end, only one from her family remained alive, a distant cousin who lived across the sea. For eight years, Ganmyeol lived in LA, all but isolated from his community, feeling incapable of relating to them. Even his own family were all but strangers. Because he had what they don’t. Because of his Stand. 8 years of solitude, without friends, companions, or family. But this is the day that changed.

“Ah! Wait!” the tall boy shouted. “I haven’t told you my name yet! I’m so embarrassed!”

“It’s fine…” Ganmyeol says, already stepping away.

“No, it’s inexcusable!” the boy exclaimed. Ganmyeol said nothing as he watched him get on his knees. “For a Korean man, it’s not right to demand your name without giving mine first! That's what Dad says!” With grave seriousness, he bowed his head. “It’s a great honor to meet you, and I hope you’ll take care of me! My name’s Gangak! Gangak Yeoh!”

[gogentleintothenight]

vent

I’m afraid of men physically larger than me. Especially if they’re muscular (or fat). I remember how difficult it was to shift their center of balance, throw them, or put them in effective locks from my many years of karate (for most of which I was a young child). 

This was made clear to me during eighth grade, where my social studies teacher regularly put me in fight or flight just from his presence. I always tensed up while in that class and prepared to have to defend myself at a moment’s notice if he even vaguely moved closer to where I sat. He was roughly 6’+, a bit shorter than my dad, but he had damn near the same physique as the Hulk (who was his body inspiration, as he so often expressed). The few times he got in my face I nearly struck out like a cornered animal. He was viscerally terrifying to me and made me so horribly aware as to how physically small… breakable… I am. I had planned out how to gouge at his eyes, then compromise his bad knee to be able to escape an attack. He… really put me on edge, regardless of the context.

I weigh even less now than I did then, and I’m much taller. I haven’t really reflected on the realities of being so underweight on my strength, until my date from hell. Kian was so physically pushy, and extremely strong compared to me, to where resisting him was very difficult and made me terribly, terribly aware of how much danger I could be in. He tried to spin me around and push me against a tree at one point, but I locked up because he grabbed my bad shoulder and I didn’t want to be trapped in any way, shape, or form. He just… never listened to anything I said.

I’m in such a weird place. I hate hate hate being weak, but I want to be as visually sick as I am mentally. I want to weigh in the double digits, but the concept of being overpowered by anyone is viscerally terrifying to me. I hate being out of control and I hate even the concept of being weaker than others. I want to always be in full control and never be trapped in anything I can’t get myself out of. I fucking hate it. I was mapping out ways to fucking knock out my date because I was so afraid that he’d hurt me or overpower me, considering my “no”s were taken so lightly.

Fucking listen to me. You’re not listening to me. Are you deaf? Do your ears work? You care so much about the random shit you have to say, but me voicing how fucking uncomfortable I am doesn’t count for shit? No means fucking no. Do not touch me so casually. Do not touch me without explicit consent. Respect me. My inexperience in the realm of relationships and physical contact does not negate the respect you should show me. I remain older and more experienced in life than you.

I was functionally babysitting you through the first half of the date. Then you switched up on me when we talked about our past relationship experiences. You stopped respecting me, and put yourself in a position of power. I was still the one objectively in that role, and your total inexperience in the fields I am experienced in led you to treating me so fucking poorly.

You went from mildly irritating and nervous to pushy and almost slimy. Do not touch me so casually. Do not try to kiss me when I resist. Do not force my face towards yours. Do not touch my head. Do not touch my face. Do not touch my neck. Do not touch my thighs. Do not manhandle me. Do not push me around. Ask fucking permission before you touch me. Do not touch me so casually. Do not fucking touch me without consent. Do not fucking touch me.

You have no right to make me uncomfortable in my own body. I may be inexperienced in relationships but I’m not a fucking child. Do not treat me like one. Do not condescend to me. Do not try to manipulate me into fulfilling your fucked up fantasies.

You saw my fucking BDSM test results. As someone who was supposedly interested in BDSM, you clearly have never done any research into it. You have never heard the cardinal rule: Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Despite me making it clear that I am not submissive and I do not enjoy being dommed, you tried regardless. You looked at them and wrote them off because of my practical inexperience.

You seeked to take advantage of my perceived innocence to push me further than I wanted to go. You tried to kiss me upwards of twenty times, despite me clearly being distressed, and saying no. In what fucking world does “no” mean “try again in two minutes”? Do not fucking touch me without permission. Do not fucking touch me without consent. Do not fucking touch me.

Treat me with respect, as both a human and as someone older and with more life experience. Do not touch me so casually. You are a fucking stranger. You don’t know shit about me. You didn’t listen, ever. You didn’t remember anything I said to you. You wouldn’t listen to anything I told you. Do not fucking touch me. I wish I never agreed to that fucking date. I can feel your hands all over my fucking body. It makes me want to crawl out of my skin. To cut every inch of epidermis that you touched.

You just wanted to fuck. You didn’t give a fuck about me. Do not fucking touch me so casually. Do not fucking touch me so casually. You acknowledged that I looked like I was going to cry– because you kept pushing me- and didn’t even try to evaluate what that fucking meant. Holy shit. Do not fucking touch me. Do not fucking touch me. Do not fucking touch me. You never received my consent. You just forced me into it.

You made me so fucking uncomfortable that I didn’t eat at all during the date. You made me sick to my stomach. You made me want to run away. I wish I did. You don’t deserve to even be a passing thought on my mind. You don’t deserve to have made any impression on me.

An unstoppable force vs an immovable object. A tree trying to move granite. But I still feel your horrible touch and I don’t fucking want to. It wasn’t even that serious, but the only fucking person I trust to touch me aside from my fucking roommate is my tattoo artist. You touched me so casually and I fucking hated it. I fucking hate it. Give me respect. Pay me the respect I deserve.

I am not a child. I am not stupid. I am not uninformed. I am well aware of the importance of consent, which is the reason I am always diligent in receiving it before I touch anyone, even platonically. You were not. You are not. You called me a fucking old hag, a bitch, and said I walked like an old man while I was dealing with a fucking manchild and a chronic pain flare-up. How dare you disrespect me so flagrantly? I deserve so much more than that. You must give me respect. You deserve none of my time.

You drove dangerously with me in the car. You made my parents’ driving look safe. You made me want to kill myself even more than usual. You don’t deserve to have this much of an effect. Do not touch me so casually. Do not touch me without explicit verbal consent. Do not fucking touch me. I cut before and after that fucking date. It didn’t remove the imprints of your… violation. Do not fucking touch me. Do not fucking touch me.

Lack of response does not mean yes. Lack of response is not consent. Do not fucking touch me. Do not push me around. Do not manipulate my body. Do not cage me in. Do not fucking touch me so casually. Do not fucking touch me. I am not your fantasy come to life. I am not a robot. I am not just there to go along with your whims. Do not fucking touch me. Shut the fuck up and listen to me. Listen to me for once. Those words that spill endlessly from your throat– I hope you choke on them.

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 63

Warnings: SHIRAKUMO'S PAST IS EXPLAINED IF YOU HAVENT GOTTEN THERE YET, depression and shit, sad Dadzawa, angst Word count: 3512

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 62 | Volt 64

"Hey Tsukabro!" Kiri called from behind me as I walked to school. "Wait up!" I stopped and turned, watching him jog up to me. "Everything okay? We never had our dude talk last night." I quickly nodded and gripped my bag a little tighter.

"Yeah, I don't even remember falling asleep and then Hitoshi and I went to our parents after I woke up." I explained gently, constantly feeling like I was adjusting to being adopted again.

"Don't sweat it, you down to talk tonight?" He asked cheerfully. I softly nodded and watched him run off to catch up with Bakugou after. I stared down at the ground, realizing I forgot to take my meds today.

I shrugged it off and told myself I'd go see Chiyo at lunch, continuing my walk in silence.

"Oh em geee!! Is that little Tsukare? We should go say hi! Tsukare!" A familiar, high pitched voice called out. I looked around until I saw Nejire running towards me, Mirio hot on her trail followed my Amajiki. I slowly my pace and waved to her, not expecting her to pull me into a bone crushing hug. My trauma brain took over and I froze, unable to give back a proper hug with any force.

"Hey, it's been a while." I stated softly. "Hey Mirio, hey Amajiki." Mirio slung an arm around my shoulder, uncaring of how I shrikes away but Amajiki noticed, sending me a confused look.

"Wow, you've certainly gotten taller. It's only been a year or two since we last saw you! How are you liking UA?" Mirio asked enthusiastically.

The blond was the true definition of a sunshine friend, he always radiated positivity.

"I like it so far, it's weird having my Dad as my teacher sometimes." Mirio simply nodded, his enthusiastic nature never subsiding.

"It can't be all bad though! That just means you know one more person going into it!" I laughed softly and nodded my head.

"You got a point. How's your last year treating you guys?" I asked politely.

"I'm so excited to go back to Ryukyu's agency for my work study!" Nejire squealed.

"And I'm really looking forward to going back to Nighteye's agency. Depending on how I do this year, he might sign me on once I graduate!" I gave Mirio a high five, excited for his achievement.

I'm still at Fat Gum's but I don't think he would sign me on. Amakiji signed shakily.

"He'd be lucky to have you once you graduate." I told him truthfully.

"Tsukare, I meant to tell you, I got to freak out one of your classmates last night. The kid with the green hair? Heard you've been getting along with him." I looked at the blond confused for a moment.

"Midoriya? He's on house arrest right now, what, did you pop through walls again?" I asked him, remembering when he first introduced himself to me and Dad lectured him for freaking me out.

"That and the floor! Figured I should introduce myself since we're going to be coming to your class in a few days to introduce the work studies!" My brain short circuited at that and I stared at him quizzically.

"We were only told that those were being talked about, nothing definitive." He but his lip and looked to the other two.

"You didn't hear it from me, alright?" I gave him a thumbs up, still thinking about why he pushed off telling us the full answer. "We gotta get to class, see you around Tsukare!" I waved everyone off and continued through the day.

Classes dragged on again, detention similar to yesterdays. I got all my homework done and went back to the dorms exhausted.

"Hey Tsukare! Can I ask you something?" Sato asked happily once I sat down in the commons.

"Yeah, what's up?" Hanta, Kiri, Denki, Mina and Jirou popped up behind him.

"Well, we know you're pretty good at english and a great teacher, we were wondering if you'd help tutor any of us!" Sato finally asked. I mulled it over for a minute, not knowing how my mental health would fair from it.

"I can help some of you, but I don't know if I'd be able to help all of you. Momo and Hitoshi are both fluent in english too, maybe they could help where I can't." I lightly explained, for some reason, still worried about stepping on people's toes.

"What am I doing?" My brother asked from across the common area.

"I said you might be able to help some of them with English, Pops is confusing them too much to keep up with right away." He shrugged but nodded. I helped Kiri, Jirou and Denks while my brother helped Hanta, Sato and Mina.

Eventually, they all started picking up on it more, not as confused as they previously were. Kiri reminded me that we had to talk in his room at some point, but for the mean time, Denki and I sat on the couch together. He laid down on the rest of it while his head laid on my thighs. I combed my fingers through his hair, stealing subtle glances at him until he looked up and caught me staring.

"What?" He asked cheekily, a smirk resting on his face.

"Nothing." I told him softly, continuing to play with his hair.

"C'mon, what is it? Do I have a stain on my shirt? I just did laundry yesterday." He groaned, examining his shirt.

"There's not a stain on your shirt." I laughed out.

"Then what?" He asked, looking back up at me.

"It's nothing." I whispered, moving a hand to cup his cheek, my thumb rubbing against his cheek bone.

"Fineee. Is everything okay with Kiri?" He asked softly, clearly not wanting to overstep.

"Yeah, he wanted to talk about something last night but I fell asleep and everything. So we're gonna talk tonight." He hummed and relaxed into my hand, eyes starting to flutter shut. "Hey, go try and get some sleep. Okay?" He groaned but agreed, the two of us departing to separate rooms. I knocked on Kiri's door and waited for him to tell me to come in.

"Hey Tsukabro!" He announced while laying on his bed.

"Hey, you wanted to talk?" I asked softly, getting straight to the point.

"Yeah, look man. I'm really worried about you, especially with the history there and everything, I can tell you've been in a depressive episode and I don't wanna see you get hurt." I looked at him with wide eyes, not expecting him to come outright with it.

"I've just been going through it, but I'll be okay. Really." He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, staring intently at his hands.

"I wanna help, it hurts me knowing that one of my friends is hurting." I stood there awkwardly, fiddling with my own fingers.

"Shit happens, I guess. But I've always pulled through. I'll be okay. You don't have to worry about me." I mumbled out, rubbing the back of my neck.

The less people that worry the better. They don't need to waste their energy on me. It isn't worth it.

"Tsukare.." Kiri sighed and looked at me clearly pained, not knowing what to do.

"I'm okay, really. It's nice that you care, but I'm okay. Just a rough patch, I'll pull through." I told him as strong as I could, despite the shake in my voice. He stood up and offered me a hug, which I slowly accepted. His hug was warm and welcoming, so I was okay with it.

"If you get that urge, call me, okay? I won't be upset if you wake me up, I won't make you talk about it, even if you just sit here on your phone, I'd rather that then you hurting yourself. Okay?" He pleaded while he hugged me.

"I'll try, I can't promise anything, you know how that mindset gets sometimes. But I'll try, okay?" He nodded and finally let me go. I took a deep breath and shoved my emotions aside, bidding him goodnight and walking to my own room. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sit still.

To Drowzee: Am I allowed to take a walk outside?

From Drowzee: I would normally say yes, however because of Bakugou and Midoriya's excursion the other night, I have to say no.

From Drowzee: Is everything alright?

To Drowzee: Yeah, just can't sit still and I already have all my homework done and I helped some of my friends with theirs

From Drowzee: We have a soundproof room with a few of the instruments from home if you'd like to come here and unwind for a bit.

To Drowzee: Okay, I'll be over soon

From Drowzee: Alright, love you.

To Drowzee: Love you too

I pocketed my phone and slid my shoes on, unbothered by the fact that I was in a t-shirt and shorts. The damage of them finding out had already been done and nobody was awake to potentially judge me, so I didn't put in the effort to change. A head of blond hair caught my attention in the commons, the peculiar lightning bolt telling me who it was.

"What're you up to?" He asked teasingly, noticing my shoes.

"Heading to my parents to let off some steam. What are you still doing up?" I asked, seeing how it was around eleven at night.

"Couldn't really sleep, my pillow wasn't as comfortable as you." He said with a lazy smile. I blushed furiously and hung my head to hide it. "So what are you going to do to burn off some steam?" He asked, genuinely curious about it.

"Play some instruments in their music room, hopefully they have the drums there." I told him in a quiet voice, the last part mostly said to myself.

"I wish I could see you play in person. That video that your brother sent was amazing!" He exclaimed. I fiddled with my fingers and tried to find a solution. I didn't want to offer up Jirou's room, but I also didn't want to offer up my parents place with the chance of making either feel uncomfortable.

"Maybe I'll let you watch one day." His smile was almost brighter than the sun itself.

"That'd be amazing." I ruffled his hair as I walked by, smiling back at him.

"Get some sleep, Denks. I'll see you in the morning." He gave me a thumbs up and another heart stopping smile.

"Hey little listener! Two nights in a row?" Pops asked as soon as I took my shoes off. I simply nodded and plopped my head on his chest, one of his hands came up and ran through my hair, the other rubbing my back. "You look exhausted, 'Ryo. You should be sleeping." Pops said softly as he pulled away for a moment, eyes darting between mine and full of concern.

"Can't sleep, figured I'd use the music room to kill some energy, if that's okay." I quickly added in, the three words making his brows crinkle together for a moment.

"Of course it's okay, you and your brother are always welcome here." I nodded and ran a hand through my curls. "Is anything going on?"

"Just a lot on my mind I guess." I mumbled out.

"Wanna talk about it?" He lightly offered, clearly not wanting to push anything after last night.

"Maybe another time, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it." He nodded gently and gave me a quick kiss on top of my head.

"Okay, lemme show you where the instruments are." I quietly followed him to the room next to their bedroom, a few guitars, a keyboard and the drums sitting in there. "Mind if I sit and listen? I don't get to hear you play much anymore." I shrugged but nodded, watching him pull up a stool as Dad popped his head in.

"Hey kiddo, thought I heard you come in." I nodded and got on my stool behind the drums. "You've been favoring those lately, anything in mind?"

"Not really, more just feeling the beat again." He slowly nodded and gestured to the stack of stools. I gave him a nod and watched him get comfortable next to Pops.

I took a deep breath and tapped my sticks a few times on the center drum before following whatever my body felt. It started slow but quickly picked up the pace. The vibrations running their course through my chest and arms, muddling my brain from overthinking for just a moment. Eventually the beat slowed down, but only picked up again with a random rise in anger. All the anger from everything that's happened coming out rather than tears.

'Stupid fucking emotions.'

'I had to go and fuck things up.'

'I want to stop going backwards but I don't know how.'

'If they never kidnapped me, this wouldn't be happening.'

'If I was just fucking stronger.'

'If I wasn't so damn weak, none of this would've happened.'

'Now I agreed to meet her fucking family.'

'I should've made the damn jump that night.'

'Fucking bullshit.'

I beat away at the drums until I felt a bead of sweat start rolling down my forehead. I didn't know how much time had passed, but it couldn't have been too long considering Pops was recording. I took a deep breath again and hunched over my knees, trying to reel in my out of control thoughts.

"Feeling better?" Dad asked once I looked up. I simply nodded and ran a hand through my hair. "You never fail to impress us whenever you play."

"Thanks." I said softly, already feeling more relaxed then I did throughout the day. "Hey, Dad, I meant to ask you earlier, but I didn't want the class bombarding you. Why didn't you tell the class that the work studies for first years were approved?" I asked curiously, slightly out of breath.

"How did you find out about that?" I shrugged and stretched my arms.

"I have connections to students outside of my class, you and Pops did bring Toshi and I in each year at least once." He sighed but nodded, twiddling his thumbs in front of him.

"I didn't want to deal with the overwhelming excitement from your peers until it became a necessity." I hummed, understanding his point of view but felt hesitant wanting to ask my next question. "You can ask whatever's on your mind." His head turned to the door curiously and I looked that way as he opened the door and called something out. Hitoshi popped his head in after, looking at me baffled.

"What'd I miss?" My brother asked before noticing I was still behind the drums. "Damn, I missed drum time. Thought I'd make it in time."

"I got it on video, sending it to the family groupchat now." Pops clarified, a cheesy smile on his face.

"Onryo? You had something you wanted to ask?" Dad continued, all attention being back on me. I slightly retracted, curling in on myself, something that didn't go missed by any of them.

"Uh, I was wondering why you don't like work studies all that much.." I trailed off, regretting my question as soon as I watched our parents expressions drop.

"Let's go talk in the living room." I nodded and put the drum sticks away, opting to sit on the floor of the living room so I could keep up a little easier. "During our second year, Shirakumo insisted we became friends, all three of us. I'd never say it to him, but he's a major reason as to why Sunshine and I got together. We all became best friends." He managed to get out. "I'm sorry, Sunshine would you mind explaining?" Dad asked, Pops quickly agreeing and giving him a kiss on the cheek before he walked out of the room.

"We got the nickname of 'The Three Dumbigos', where one was, we all were. We planned on opening a hero agency together after we graduated from UA. None of us had an agency for work studies set up so the teachers helped, him and Shirakumo got sent to Purple Highnesses agency. He didn't get mad at your Dad when a villain got away but told him to smile." Pops said with a sad laugh. "They got to work with your Auntie Nem, she was a third year for the work study. The villain robbed a place, then tried again. He had a smoke screen related quirk and our third dumbigo came up with the idea of letting Sho use his glasses to combat it better and it worked. There was an emergency call for the agency. Your Dad and Shirakumo were the closest so they responded first. They were playing with a bunch of daycare kids right before, Nemuri called and told them to start evacuating. The villain already took down my teammate and I, Nem called for more backup. The villain used our quirks against them, they were just trying to save the kids but he made the building crumble." He took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. "Shirakumo got hit in the head and before Sho could even get to him, he was crushed in the rubble and debris. Your Dad took down the villain by himself. Once I was cleared by medics, I rushed over there. Nemuri didn't have it in her to tell Shouta, he kept telling me that he heard him through his speaker that he kept for long distance communication but the speaker was totally busted. Your Dad was hearing words of encouragement that weren't really there. I tried to get the words out but I couldn't, Sho had to look back and saw him in a body bag." I chewed on my nail anxiously, not knowing the whole story until now. "Boys, your Dad is just scared, he doesn't want to see that happen to either of you."

Hitoshi and I quickly got up and went to their bedroom, Dad sitting on the foot of the bed, once again fiddling with his thumbs. He looked up at us with a sad smile and we sat on either side of him.

"I'm sorry for asking." I quietly said, to which Dad shook his head.

"There's no need to, neither of you knew." He told us.

"What was he like?" Hitoshi asked, making Dad smile sadly.

"He was the best kind of chaos you could imagine. Always upbeat and cheerful, full of too many innuendos. He was carefree." He got up and grabbed one of Pops' scrapbooks, sitting back down between us. He flipped to a page and showed us a picture of him, Pops and another boy with blue hair and a bandage over his nose, all in their teenage years. "That was us during our second year. I'm sure Pops' told you our nickname back then." I laughed a little and nodded. "Your first night with us Onryo, you looked almost exactly like him. Pops managed to get this photo on your third night home." He said before pulling out a picture from the cover pocket. I sat on the couch with a coloring book, looking up just enough and laughing at something Dad said about the cats. My hair was unruly and stuck up everywhere with my untamed bedhead, the bandage still on my nose. My eyes watered as I looked at the uncanny resemblance. "We used to joke around, wondering if somehow Shirakumo's innuendo's paid off and he sent you to us. Sunshine would always comment about how if your hair laid down, you would've had the same haircut I did back then." We all let out a somber laugh. "He would comment about how I was a natural with kids and I was so good with them, but I never believed him until we adopted you two. He would've loved you both, spoiled each of you rotten."

"You and Pops already make sure that happens, not including any of our Aunts and Uncles." Hitoshi said sarcastically, earning a pointed look.

"When are we going to visit him?" I asked, hoping it would be soon.

"Probably in a few weeks, before the work studies start since we didn't get to go for his birthday like normal." Hitoshi and I both silently agreed. "Promise me you both will be safe on your work studies, I need you both to come home to your Pops and I." Dad told us and something in my brain clicked. I practically flung forward and hugged him tight.

Out of everything I needed to hear, that's what caused a chain reaction in my brain that told me I was needed here. That I needed to stay alive. That I had to find a way to keep fighting.

[drades-lair]

Blitz/Striker- The baby chronicles: Jealousy

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairings: Blitz/Striker

Rating: T for swearing

“Go on and have fun,” Blitz encouraged tapping Kaiden and Kirin gently on the backs in the direction of a large indoor play area at the mall.

“Yeah!” Kirin exclaimed excitedly as she ran off into the play area

“Hey! Kirin, wait for me!” Kaiden called after his little sister

“So, Ya gonna take first watch, or am I?” Striker inquired giving a little chuckle as he watched the kids run off.

“I can, if you go get the first half of the groceries,” Blitz offered

“Sure, thing Darlin’, I’ll be back,” Striker agreed pecking Blitz on the cheek before heading off in the direction of a grocery shop.

Unbeknownst to the couple wondering nearby was Fizzarolli, scrolling on his phone while sipping on a cold coffee drink. Fizz was wearing a casual outfit of black leggings, a long-sleeved yellow semi crop top and his broken off horns were exposed making him nearly unrecognizable from his stage persona. Fizzarolli glanced up from his phone just in time to see Blitz with Striker making him nearly spit out his coffee drink, staring long enough to watch Striker peck Blitz on the cheek Fizz felt a pang of jealousy run through him. Fuming Fizz thought to himself how the fuck does Blitz manage to get someone that fucking handsome? Confusion quickly mixed with Fizz’s anger at why Blitz was hanging around the kids play area while the pale imp wondered off to a grocery shop, following Blitz’s gaze Fizzarolli eventually caught sight of two unusual looking children. Rage filled jealousy boiled in fizz’s veins it didn’t matter by what means these kids belonged to Blitz it was the fact that not only had Blitz clearly found a mate who was hot as fuck, but they’d also had two children together or gotten them…regardless, how in the nine hells did Blitz manage to get so lucky? Yet here Fizz was still single playing a sex jester for a living.

Fizz started inching closer to the play area mostly trying to figure out what insults to scream at Blitz when he unintentionally found himself very close to the two kids Blitz had been watching. Glancing towards where he’d seen Blitz, Fizz noticed that he was currently on the phone facing away slightly as he spoke providing an opportunity Fizzarolli refused to resist. Approaching the two kids Fizz noted the little girl was sitting on the ground playing with a doll while the young boy leaned against a poll from the equipment scrolling through his phone while keeping an eye on the little girl thus it wasn’t a surprise that he perked at seeing Fizz approaching.

“That ugly mug over there your dad?” Fizz asked upon coming up to the kids. Kaiden shot a glance to Blitz then returned his gaze to Fizz.

“That’s one of our dads, what’s it to you?” Kaiden asked immediately suspicious

“Oh, nothing just that it explains a lot,” Fizz chuckled incredulously

“Meaning what?” Kaiden retorted sliding his phone into his pocket as he pushed off the poll to move close to Kirin.

“Well, I was just wondering when you’re going to start being a whore?” Fizz taunted

“What!? How dare you talk about one of my dads like that!” Kaiden growled swiping his tail irritably from side to side.

“Oh please! Isn’t it obvious? After all I bet that’s where you two came from, I wonder who Blitz fucked and got pregnant to produce you two little freaks!?” Fizz continued to teasingly taunt Kaiden with a massive smirk. Kaiden hated that word he’d heard it far too much already in his life and who did this guy think he was?

“Leave our daddy alone!” Kirin demanded standing up with her doll in hand as she scowled up at Fizz making him burst out laughing.

“Aww, why don’t you make me!?” Fizz challenged suddenly snatching the doll from Kirin’s hands

“Hey! Give me back my doll!” Kirin demanded trying to get the toy back to little avail as Fizz was taller than the little white imp.

“Give her back the doll dick head!” Kaiden insisted taking a fighting stance

“Let me guess if I don’t your gonna beat the shit out of me? Ha-ha, don’t make me laugh!” Fizz chuckled keeping the doll well out of reach of Kirin.

Fizz underestimated the small albino imp though, growing angrier at being denied her toy Kirin promptly kicked the taller imp in the shin full force. Fizzarolli gave a yelp of pain as he dropped the doll however in a moment of anger, he roughly shoved Kirin causing the little imp to skid on the floor, scraping up her knees. Kirin started whimpering as she got into a sitting position looking at her scraped knees and Kaiden fumed.

“Kirin! You son of a bitch!” Kaiden snarled taking a lunge at Fizz who simply wrapped his tail around him quickly embolizing him.

“Humph, that was a shit attempt,” Fizz taunted

“Let him go!” Kirin demanded in a shaky tone still babying her injured knees.

“Let me go!” Kaiden also demanded trying to wiggle free to little avail

“Hey!” A deep southern laced tone exclaimed from behind Fizz drawing his attention in that direction only to have a fist slammed into his face. Fizz recoiled with a grunt of pain, releasing Kaiden in the process.

“Kaiden! Kirin! Are you two alright?” Blitz asked hurrying to the kids

“I’m fine…but he shoved Kirin,” Kaiden explained looking at Kirin on the ground with scuffed up knees

“I’m okay,’ Kirin tried to confidently state even though she was clearly holding back tears

“Come here Kirin,” Blitz cooed gently picking Kirin up to sooth her

“Here Kirin,” Kaiden offered her doll to her which she snuggled immediately for comfort

Striker strode over to Blitz placing a hand on the small of his back while caressing a gentle hand through Kirin’s hair. Fizz clutched at his cheek with a snarl.

“Fizzarolli!? Seriously? Why the fuck are you here?” Blitz exclaimed in shocked surprise

“I was enjoying my day off until I saw your whore ass,” Fizz taunted

“I’m the whore? You work at a fuck club in the lust ring!” Blitz shot back

“I don’t give a fuck who Ya are, if Ya touch my kids again, you’ll have a new hole somewhere,” Striker threatened.

“That goes for me too Fizz! Why the fuck do you care anyways? Are you really so jealous of me?” Blitz taunted back

“Don’t kid yourself…why would I be jealous of you, or your hick boyfriend let alone your freak children?” Fizz shot back although his tone completely betrayed him.

“Sounds ta me that Ya are jealous, not that I can blame Ya…everyone wants a piece of me,” Striker taunted giving a flirtatious wink that made Fizz’s face flush bright red.

“Ha-ha!” Blitz burst out laughing at Fizz’s reaction making the other imp flush more this time from embarrassment as several imps in the crowd swooned in response to Striker’s flirtatious response.

“Sorry but I’m afraid I’m taken,” Striker continued, bringing a hand up to move his bandana just enough to show off the mating mark on his nape from Blitz.

“What the fuck ever! I don’t know why I even bothered! Go stick your dick in a paper shredder!” Fizz groused as he started stomping off.

“Same to you!” Blitz called after the other imp

Blitz and Striker walked out of the mall shortly afterwards with Kaiden and Kirin, taking them home where with a little clean up got the kids settled down in their rooms. Kirin was playing with her toys while Kaiden played a video game leaving Blitz and Striker to make dinner.

“Ya actually dated that piece of work?” Striker inquired casually, chopping up some vegetables on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah…that was a long time ago though,” Blitz responded stirring a pot of pasta on the stove

“Why?” Striker wondered

“Fizz and I grew up in the circus together…we left my dad together…he…he was also my first…” Blitz trailed off keeping his eyes on the pot of pasta although he could feel Striker’s gaze on him.

“He was the first person you bedded?” Striker clarified with a raised eyebrow

“Yeah…mostly because of circumstance…either way we were supposed to be partners and he stabbed me in the back, period!” Blitz irritably stated

“Humph, his loss…my gain,” Striker’s tone took on a seductive quality at the end of his statement, coming behind Blitz to place his hands on the crimson imp’s hips.

“Hmm,” Blitz hummed approvingly as he turned his head to capture Striker’s mouth in a loving kiss

Finishing dinner they continued the little teases until eventually they needed to call the kids however there was clear promise in each little tease for later that evening once the kids went to bed. 

[deenoss]

Dreamcatcher Chptr. 5

After a long night out, Clark seemed to get some decent sleep in preparation for another day of class. Lazily, he picked himself up and checked the time to see whether he had time for a shower. Luckily for him, he had plenty of time for a shower and for breakfast.

Clark looked at himself in the mirror and noticed how messy he looked. It didn't matter too much regarding his bed hair but he flattened it as much as he could before he grabbed a new pair of clothes, a towel and headed to the boys bathroom.

Nobody was out and about when Clark entered the chilly corridor. Upon entering the bathroom, Clark found himself alone yet again but happy with the privacy he was given.

Shortly thereafter, the shower awoke Clark at last.

As he returned to his room almost fully decent for his day out, he made sure to take all of his belongings with him before he headed out with his backpack hung over his right shoulder. The growling of his stomach made him all the more anxious to gorge food down his gullet.

Clark walked out of the dormitory block and wandered into the main building towards the cafeteria. Everything was calm and peaceful until somebody ran into him, unbalancing him as he got thrown onto the steps leading towards the entrance to the school.

Behind him was a football jock intimidating and pestering the son of the richest family in Arcadia Bay: Nathan Prescott.

The Prescott's were known famously for being the oldest rich and influential family across Arcadia Bay: most of the town was under the Prescott's thumb; particularly Blackwell Academy which relied heavily on rejuvenation.

So with a Prescott son attending Blackwell, his popularity was outcast for many people, but in addition to him being treated as a pariah and the horrible treatment from his own father, Nathan Prescott was evolving into a twisted human being in desperate need of love and proper consultation for his mental illness. Nathan was treated horribly by one of the senior jocks who seemed to be the newest target for the jock to harass.

Said jock was so cruel that he would eventually be outmoded by what Nathan Prescott would do in the coming years. In the present time, Nathan was chased by the jock, Drew North, where he ended up bumping into Clark, dropping a book he had on his person that he was trying to protect from the likes of Drew.

"What have you got here, Twitch?" Drew disparaged the smaller, blonde boy.

It upset Nathan for the fact that Drew belittled him by calling him names and for the fact that he finally managed to get his hands on his property, even going as far to mock him for the content within his book.

"Oh wow. This is some really weird crap, Prescott."

"It's not yours. Give it back!" Nathan commanded as he lunged at Drew for the book in his hands.

"I hate that you're on the team now. You're such a loser. You earn a spot on the squad, Twitch. You don't have your dad try to buy off the coach."

The fact that Drew was bigger and taller than Nathan didn't prevent the blonde boy from firing a shot back at the jock.

"At least my family pays tuition. How much financial aid does your deadbeat dad need again?" Nathan retaliated brutishly.

"My dad lost his job at the shipyard when your dad closed it down! And you want to talk shit to me?!" Drew snapped, jabbing his finger on Nathan's chest. He was so angry he reached the point where he wouldn't hesitate to throw fists. "You know what, Prescott? I'm gonna do you a favour. You can't be a part of the team and be into this stupid crap at the same time."

By glancing at the water fountain nearby also made Nathan and Clark look in the direction where he found a good way to enact his act of cruelty onto Nathan. Provoked by this, Nathan got physically active and threw himself at Drew even though he fought back every urge to hit him - there was only one reason Drew didn't hit Nathan and that was because of the very reason he brought up: the wealth of the Prescott's whose power could easily terminate Drew's place not only on the football team but also his place at Blackwell Academy.

"HEY! Back off, man!" Clark intervened.

"What the hell did you just say to me, idiot?" Drew barked as he turned his attention away from Nathan to Clark.

"Idiot? You're not used to a word that big, are you? Don't be scared. We all know your muscles went into your body and not that walnut-sized brain of yours. You think you're tough just because you can pick on people smaller than you?"

"Oh, you are asking for it, Price. Yeah. I know you. You look like a wimp just like your sister."

"Don't you even think about talking shit about my sister - I'm the only one that gets to do that."

"I seriously cannot believe you're actually defending Nathan Prescott."

"You must either be very ballsy or very dumb to be picking on Nathan."

"Oh. Oh! You want some of this, Price?!"

"I'm not afraid to fight back, North." Clark growled as he cracked his knuckles. "Go on, tough guy. Throw the first punch. No matter how many you throw at me, I'll just eat it."

At this point, Drew was so tempted to hit Clark. The two boys were up in each other's faces, so closely that with one swift move, Clark could headbutt Drew before he could hurt him back. However, Drew chose not to make things escalate further and gave one last remark to Nathan before he tossed his book to the floor and stormed off inside.

Clark sighed in relief that he didn't have to get physical but when Nathan picked up his book and spat at Clark for helping him, Clark immediately regretted his decision to intervene.

To replace their company, Skip approached Clark and inquired about the scene he only briefly caught a glimpse of.

"Everything okay here?" Skip asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah, Skip." Clark replied quickly.

The full-time security guard stared blankly at the brown-haired boy before he took a step backwards and swung around to walk away. Now that Clark was able to go back to what he was doing before, he headed inside to escape the cold outdoors.

He then approached the canteen and paid for a sandwich and some coca cola before he sought out a good spot to eat on his own.

Not even a full minute after Clark settled down and took a bite, somebody sat down beside him. To his surprise, Rachel was up as early as he and having breakfast of her own, which was really the other half of his cheese and tomato sandwich.

She didn't sit down the same way he was, but rather up on the table with her feet on the seat.

"Hey. Good morning." Clark sang as he turned his body so he was facing Rachel better.

"Morning!" Rachel responded, sharing the same enthusiasm.

"You know, there's a canteen right there where you can buy your own food rather than steal someone else's, right?"

Rachel laughed. "Have you ever heard the term, 'sharing is caring?' "

"I'll share when people need it. You however..."

"Come on," she chuckled and lightly nudged him in his side. "You can't stay mad at me forever."

"Touché."

"Hey. You got some proper ID to get into the mill? I hear there's going to be some loose security but then again you don't necessarily need it to get inside." Rachel advised.

"Well, in spite of the fact that we're the same age, I think, you sorta look more mature than me. But my issue is I'm cleanly shaven so I can't pass off as older unless I magically grow facial hair faster on my face. Do you happen to know how to forge ID's, Rach?"

Simply by staring at Rachel, Clark was captivated by her beauty once again. The brunette's lips curled upwards as the ceiling lights reflected off her eyes, allowing them to shine fabulously as Clark had to look up at her. Because of this, at a good angle, having a light behind Rachel's head would provide an angelic look to capture a perfect image to frame.

Rachel changed her position by climbing down to sit at Clark's level as she took another bite of the sandwich and took a minute to consume it before she answered him. Luckily for him, she so happened to have a method of acquiring false ID's in order to get into the mill that evening.

"Well, you're in luck," she answered proudly. "Because I know exactly how. It'll take some time though, but we can get it done later this afternoon long before the show at the mill starts. Once I get home, I can get started on the both of ours, but what I need is a close-up shot of your face. You got something I can use to copy?"

Swiftly, Clark reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet, plucking out his student ID that he handed to her, entrusting her with the capability of forging the ID's they would need for the show that evening at the old mill. As he tucked his wallet away, she put his ID in her back pants pocket for safekeeping.

"Alright. Sweet. Meet me at my place at eight o'clock. Gimme your arm."

Rachel produced a pen and grabbed Clark's hand, where she began to scribble her address and her phone number on his palm. When she finished, she popped the lid back on and tucked the pen away.

"Shoot me a text so I know it's you so I can add you into my contacts," she requested.

By doing what he was told, Clark sent a little text her way which she intercepted and proceeded to add her own little details about Clark into her phone contacts.

"Sweet. All sorted. I don't think we have any classes together today so... see you tonight, my place, eight o'clock?"

"Sounds good."

Rachel winked at him before she got up and walked off to start her day while Clark lingered for a bit to finish his breakfast until he decided to get on with his first class.

[rafescoke]

Older ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Maybe falling in love with a Maybank wouldn’t be too bad.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse!, alcohol, getting intoxicated, sexual harassment, swearing, sweet Rafe Cameron

A/N: I don’t think this is my best fic, but let me know if I should continue this mini series!! thank you so much for 500+ followers, ily <33

p.s; you know the drill.. send requests!

(Y/N) wondered if a boy like him would ever like a girl like her.

It’s the soft touches against her skin, you see, that got her all worked up at work. She had a bad day at school, getting in a fight with her brother over not washing the dishes piling up in the sink, and there he was;

In his blue plaid shirt, his hair messily parted and that beautiful smile of his. He laughed at something the girl in front of him had said, and (Y/N) felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Go. Table 7.”

“What? I’m on my break!” She huffed, picking up her half-eaten sandwich and motioning it to the manager. “I have 10 minutes left.”

“We’re short of staff today,” he grunted, trying to balance the tray and an iPad on both hands. “Please.”

“Do I get more pay this month?”

“I’ll think about it,” he grumbled, and handed her the tray as she wrapped the sandwich again. “Oh, can you tell your brother that he’s fired? He didn’t come for his shift again today.”

“Not my problem,” she mumbled, taking the tray into her hands before proceeding to the diners. Her eyes swept over the many tables, and stopped at the seventh table from the front.

Fuck.

She swallowed her saliva, trying to contain her nervousness as she walked towards the table. She hoped against hope he wouldn’t notice her and continue to talk to whoever she was in front of him, but she wasn’t that lucky.

“Hey,” Rafe said softly, looking up to her. (Y/N) smiled weakly, not wanting to pull any attention towards her and hurried up to serve them.

“Hey, um-” the girl before him stopped her, and (Y/N) turned to look at her with her usual server smile. She hates it. “The pasta’s cold, can I get a new one?”

“Come on, Dee, it’s not that big of a deal,” Rafe said, but (Y/N) tried her hardest to maintain the smile. She couldn’t care less about her pasta, and she wouldn’t even bat an eye if an animal had crawled into her meal.

“I’ll reheat it for you,” she smiled fakely, picking up the plate before walking back towards the kitchen. Her smile completely disappeared when she pushed through the door separating the dining area and the kitchen, and proceeded to the cook.

“Another bitch?”

“Another bitch,” she sighed, and watched as the cook laughed and placed the pasta in the microwave. “You know, John, I really wish I don’t have to work in a restaurant.”

“It gives money, so I ain’t complaining much,” he mumbled, fiddling with the buttons on the stove. “But you’re still so young, mija. Don’t stress yourself too much. Where’s the brother?”

“JJ? I don’t know. He didn’t even come to school today. I wish he’s a better brother.”

“He is,” he shrugged, watching the timer counted down to signal the end of the reheating process. “He’s just ain’t showing it. They’ll appear.”

“What’ll appear?”

“The love.”

(Y/N) laughed, flatting her tray against the metal surface to let the cook placed the reheated pasta. “There’s no such thing as love, John. It’s all made up for little girls to believe.”

“Are you not a little girl?”

(Y/N) smiled, muttered a ‘thank you’ before proceeding to table number 7. She took a deep breath and forced herself to form the most politest smile ever, and placed the pasta in front of the girl, or Dee, or whatever Rafe was calling her.

“Thanks,” she muttered, not looking at her, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but noticed the side glance Rafe had given her during their brief meeting, but she didn’t want to dwell so much on that thought, not when she needed to make an amount of money to help put food for her family.

“You’re back late.”

“Sorry dad, I was working,” she sighed, placing her house keys on the table. “Have you eaten?”

Luke swatted his hands, motioning that he’s content. (Y/N) sighed a breath of relief, not feeling like making him anything and was just asking out of politeness.

“Your pants are a little bit tight today.”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, the sudden wave of fear engulfing her. She bit her lips before turning to her father, “It’s the only pair I have left. The others are still in the laundry bag.”

“Hmm,” Luke hummed, his eyes still intently glued on the television screen. (Y/N) heard the soaring of a football game, and prayed it was his team that had won the match so that he wouldn’t be as cross.

“I’m going to my room, okay?”

“Wait-”

Her chest was heaving heavily now, being so afraid of her own father that she could feel her tears starting to form. She forced a weak smile, “Yeah?”

She didn’t realise how he had gotten up from his previous seat in front of the television, being so caught up with the warnings inside her head. He leaned onto her, smelling her scent, and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re not out with any boys, are you?”

“No,” she whispered, and she gripped onto the hem of her work top. “Dad, can I please go?”

“Why are you so scared?” He continued, his pointer grazing against her ear to her cheeks. “I’m your dad, remember?”

“Dad?”

Luke pulled away from her and walked towards the television again when a certain blonde boy appeared from the front door, his eyebrows furrowed. JJ’s eyes followed his father’s movement, and ended at the sight of his sister.

The tightness in his body softened as he took a step closer to her, “You’re okay?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, wiping the hot tears away from her face and giving him a weak smile. “I’m just going to stay in my room, okay?”

“Okay,” JJ said, watching as she walked slowly towards the back of the house. He glanced at his father, silent as ever, and muttered something under his breath before making his way to his room as well.

JJ Maybank hates Luke Maybank more than anything else in the world, but he also loves him more than anything else in the world. He had wished for nothing else other than his father actually being a father figure for (Y/N), if not him. He could see how much she needed Luke to become some kind of a guardian.

Every time there was a PTA meeting, it had been John to come and see her teachers. John had joked a lot of times before, saying how he’s going to adopt her one day, and when JJ was just 14, he used to get so overprotective of his sister that he would pull a face and gesture some kind of a rude word at him.

But if that's what it takes for her to finally be safe, he’s willing to lose her.

“Hey,” JJ knocked on her door softly, and he waited quietly to hear her shuffle of movements. He waited a few more seconds, and when heard the lock unlocking, forced himself a smile.

“Do you want to go to the bonfire party tonight?” He asked, raising his eyebrows to motion how serious he was. JJ never liked bringing (Y/N) to see the other pogues, and he had tried to assure himself that it was because of how she’s a year younger, but he couldn’t deny the real truth;

(Y/N) knew about his huge crush towards Kie, and the last time she hang out with them resulted into him having to tackle her down before she could say anything to the girl.

“Is Kie not coming or something?” (Y/N) made a face, but JJ could see the happy glint in her eyes.

“Can you drop that topic already?” He sighed, “Are you coming or not?”

“Um-” she glanced at something behind her back, sighed, and nodded slowly. “Okay. I guess I could use some time off schoolwork.”

“Don’t stress too much about school,” JJ shrugged, “You’re still 17.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Can you go, now? And oh, you’re fired by the way.”

“They love me, they’ll hire me again,” JJ shrugged, and gave her another comforting smile before making his way back to his room. “You know you can always tal-”

“No, I don’t know,” she groaned playfully, closing the door against his face as JJ laughed. His heart soared, and he swore he would do anything in his will to protect his sister from their father, heartbreak, or whatever.

. . .

“I missed you!” Kie exclaimed, pulling her into a hug and giving her a kiss on her cheeks. “God, you’re taller than me now.”

(Y/N) glanced at her brother, to which he was motioning his thumb against his neck, trying to tell her that he would kill her if she says anything to the girl. (Y/N) laughed, “I missed you too, Kie.”

(Y/N) situated herself beside Pope, watching as he flicked through his Chemistry text book, and scribbled something a note on one of the pages.

“Isotopes has the same number of protons but different number of neutrons,” (Y/N) mumbled, pointing to false knowledge he’ve written. Pope looked at her, amazed, and let out the loudest laugh ever that JJ had to scream from the front for him to shut up.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he continued to laugh, erasing his mistake and jotting down the correct information. “And you’re younger. Do you hear that JJ?”

“What?” JJ yelled back, his eyes focusing on the road.

“Maybe you should be as clever as your sister,” Pope laughed, and Kie gave him a high-five from the front seat. He turned to look at her again, “Where’d you learn that?”

“JJ’s text book.”

Pope laughed, his head shaking at the thought of JJ sleeping while his sister sneaked into his room to steal his text book. He finally understood the reason why he was always in detention for not bringing his book.

“Stay close, and don’t wander away,” JJ warned, staring straight into her eyes. She laughed at his tone, but her smile disappeared when he pulled her again.

“I mean it, (Y/N).”

“Are you seriously turning into dad, now?”

“Don’t mention his name,” he sighed, fixing his hair and walking before him with his friends. “Just stay close, okay?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, already seeing how boring her night was going to be; trying to understand the inside jokes between JJ and his friends, not being allowed to drink any alcohol and is going to be constantly asked to fix her ribbed top so not much of her skin is exposed.

She sighed, following her brother, but as soon as they got further away she felt the need to just hang out, maybe searching for her friends and getting a drink for herself. She was never a fan of alcohol, so JJ really didn’t have to worry about her getting drunk.

“You’re (Y/N), right?”

(Y/N) looked up to a pair of gorgeous green eyes, and she felt her heart sink. She looked away, not expecting her best friend’s boyfriend, and sighed.

“What do you need, Carter? I’m looking for Emily too.”

“Oh, she’s not coming,” he shrugged, standing beside her. She felt the sudden warmth and scooted further, not wanting to allow any attention towards her. “Something about a stomach ache.”

“Why aren’t you resting with her?” She pulled a look, crossing her arms. She didn’t want to talk to him or even look at him, but he didn’t seem to get that note.

“And pass up this year’s bonfire party? Nah,” he sipped on his red cup, and leaned against her. She could feel his lips beside her ear now, “Wanna get a drink?”

“I don’t drink.”

“Come on,” he expressed, throwing his arms up into the air in fake exasperation. “It’s a party. You cannot enjoy a party without being drunk.”

“Hm,” she shrugged, still not interested. She thought about what else she could say to get him away from her. “Worth trying, I guess.”

“You are damn impossible to please, Maybank,” Carter laughed, showing his pearly white teeth. (Y/N) smiled at this, taking the statement into a compliment, and made to walk away. He grabbed her wrist before she could get away, and she sighed in annoyance.

“One drink,” he smiled. “And I’ll leave you alone.”

(Y/N) thought about this, long and hard, and the sudden thought of wanting to be free for once entered her mind. She gave him a small nod.

“One drink.”

“One drink,” he confirmed, and pulled her to the drinks section. (Y/N) waited for him to get her a drink, her eyes swarming over the sea of people dancing, some talking, some already kissing and some just standing. This was her third bonfire party in Obx, and the party didn’t get any boring.

“Here you go,” Carter appeared, placing the red cup into her hands. “Let’s chug it down together. Are you ready? 1, 2, 3!”

(Y/N) scrunched up her face at the strong taste of vodka, feeling her throat burning. It felt good though, especially when you are in need to forget some hesvy things in your mind.

“What do you say?” Carter smiled, “Want more?”

“I’ll try more,” she laughed, giving him the cup as he muttered ‘I told you so’ and came back with another cup. They counted together again, and (Y/N) never felt better after drinking an intoxicating drink.

She didn’t remember why she never liked alcohol, but at that moment, she felt like drinking her money and family issues away. She didn’t even realise when Carter had placed his arms around her, telling her humourless jokes that she laughed at anyways.

“Wanna go to my car?”

“Huh?” She looked at him, half-smiling and half-frowning. She was at her 7th cup now, but being a lightweight person, she felt like she was on her 30th cup. “What for?”

“Driving around town,” he smiled, standing up and offering his hand. “Wanna drive around with me?”

“Just you?” She mumbled, closing her eyes. She could feel his arms around her, trying to help her walk, but she didn’t have enough energy to push him away. If anything, she was glad he had brought her away from the loud music that made her dizzy.

“Where’s the car?” (Y/N) whined, feeling her arms hurting from the rough grip by Carter. She could hear the crunch of twigs under her feet, and when she finally had an ounce of power to see her surroundings, she saw the empty car park near the beach.

“Carter, I don’t feel so good,” she said, trying to push him away. The grip around her tightened, and she had never felt so panicked as she was at that time. She tried to calm down, still looking for anyone who can help her, but the parking lot was deserted.

“Carter, I can walk,” she tried again, but he didn’t let go. She understood the whole situation clearly now, and wished she had stayed with JJ and his friends instead of wandering around by herself.

“Hey, hey, hey.”

Carter stopped walking, cursing while he turned to look at the voice behind him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling her arms bruising, and she couldn’t even glance up to see who it was that saved her. She could feel her eyesight getting darker as she leaned on Carter for some type of balance.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business,” Carter groaned, still holding her by his side. “Don’t you have anything to do? Like golf, or something.”

“Nah,” the voice replied, and (Y/N) perked up at the way his voice sounded. It was all so familiar to her. . .

“Look, Cameron, just go, okay? I’m not in your business, so stay out of mine,” Carter huffed, walking backwards slowly. “And she’s with me, right, (Y/N), you’re with me?”

“Let her go, man,” Rafe sighed, “I’m making it easy for you. Let her go.”

“Come on, I’m not letting you take her with you,” he shrugged, “Rafe. I swear. You don’t want to mess with me.”

“Aren’t you a little bit too old for her?” Rafe raised a brow, “Aren’t you my age, or something?”

“Fuck!” Carter yelled, and (Y/N) gasped from the sudden pain coursing through her veins at the jerk. “Go and fuck off.”

“You’re not leaving me a choice, man,” Rafe said, and before anyone could process, Carter was down to the ground, yelling at Rafe for him to stop as he kept throwing punches after punches, his forehead creasing and his knuckles ripping.

(Y/N) groaned from the ground, unable to get up, and she swore he had drugged her. She was never this weak, not even when she was sick, and she hated how she couldn’t even lift a finger.

“Don’t fucking touch her again!” Rafe yelled, spitting on the groaning boy as he grunted against the pain, his knuckles all bruised up and bloody.

“Hey, you’re okay?” Rafe asked, helping her to her feet. (Y/N) nodded, still so weak, and wrapped her hands around his arms as he watched her limped.

“You know what? Let me carry you,” he sighed, looking at the previous space where he had had a fight with Carter. He was nowhere to be seen now, and Rafe didn’t think he could fight him off for the second time, not when he’s tired.

“I can walk,” she mumbled, trying to push him off, but even a second after he let her go she tripped onto the road, and grunted at her burning knees. “My knees, oh my god, I’m in so much pain!”

“Let me carry you,” he sighed again, squatting to her level. She looked so sad, pouting her lips and her eyebrows all scrunched down. She shook her head when he tried to hold her, crossing her arms.

“(Y/N), let me carry you.”

“I don’t even know you!” She spat, her eyes glassy and her cheeks red. Rafe didn’t know she would be like this when she was drunk, but he couldn’t deny the amusement he was feeling.

“Of course you know me,” he tried again, slowly wrapping his fingers around her wrist. “It’s Rafe.”

“I don’t know any Rafe.”

“It’s Rafael Cameron,” Rafe rolled his eyes, cringing at the sound of his full name. He never liked the name, saying how it made him look like some type of a knight in 1823, but it was one of the only memories left of his real mother.

“I know a Rafael,” she nodded. “But he don’t look like you.”

“(Y/N), let’s just go before some creep decides to kidnap you,” he pulled her up, to which she obliged at the sound of ‘kidnapping’. “I’ll send you to your house, okay?”

“No!” She pulled him close, hugging him tightly that he was too stunned to react. His arms weren’t even touching her, stopping midway, and he only hugged her back when she cried.

“He’s gonna be mad at me,” she whimpered, tugging on his collar. “And he’s going to beat me up and-”

“Wait, wait, who?” He pulled her off, watching as she looked at him with those eyes again. Rafe furrowed his eyebrows, his chest heaving. “Does JJ do-”

“Not JJ,” she cried, and pulled him towards a random car. “Can I please just stay with you until the next morning? Please.”

“Are you sure?” Rafe looked around, and he thought about Dee who was waiting for him at the party. He shook his head at the thought, not wanting to put her first. “We can stay somewhere else?”

(Y/N) nodded frantically, and Rafe thought about the truth behind all of her words. She was never this miserable, looking all happy when he sees her at the restaurant, taking orders with that goddamn smile and laughing at the unfunny jokes old men would give her just for some tips.

Without him knowing, the restaurant by the bay became one of his top favourite restaurants, but it wasn’t because of the food. Rafe never really liked their steaks, always preferring the one closer to the country club, but he was willing to put aside his cravings for that one certain waitress.

“Okay,” he nodded, leading her to the jeep parked a few cars away. She looked so tired, her hair messily tucked behind her ears, her makeup smudged, and Rafe felt a sudden wave of relief for being there in the parking lot to grab his phone in the car.

The drive was silent, and Rafe even thought that she had gone to sleep. When he looked at her from the corners of his eyes, he was surprised to see her silently staring at the dark view outside, unmoving.

He parked outside of the hotel he usually goes to when he’s in need for some alone time, checking the time on his phone before helping her out. She didn’t say a word to him, keeping her head down, only inching closer when they were on their way up to their room.

(Y/N) never been to a fancy hotel like this, only staying in a small hotel in Spain with her aunt 4 summers ago, so she was quite bewildered when she looked around the room. She bit her lips, staring at the one queen bed, and turned to look at him.

“Are we sharing a bed?”

“Oh, no, we don’t have to,” Rafe quickly said, trying to calm her down. “I think you should sleep it off. I’ll stay on the sofa.”

“Okay, thanks.”

But she couldn’t close her eyes. Every time she tried to sleep it off, she would think about Luke with his hands around her face, forcing her to look up to his eyes and whispering sweet-nothings into her ear. JJ never knew about this, and (Y/N) never wanted to tell him out of fear and disappointment, so she had been keeping the secret for a really long time.

“Rafe?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for bringing me here.”

“It’s nothing,” he huffed, and (Y/N) heard him shift. The sound of a pillow hitting the floor blared throughout the dark room, and (Y/N) felt bad about letting him sleep on the sofa, especially when he was the one who had brought her to the hotel.

“You can stay in the bed with me.”

“Really? I can’t do that.”

“Why?” She asked, because she really didn’t mind sharing a bed with Rafe Cameron. It wasn’t like she was going to attack him.

“Just because.”

“Is it because you don’t like me?” She asked, and she heard an amused laugh coming from the sofa.

“Trust me, you’re wrong on that one,” he replied simply, and (Y/N) had to think of what he said again.

Wrong?

“Is it because I’m a minor?”

“We’re only 2 years apart.”

“So what’s the problem?” She pressed, because she couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just sleep on the same bed as her. They didn’t have to be all pushed up to each other. . .

“Because,” he sighed, “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of stuff.”

“Rafe, I don’t understand,” she closed her eyes, her mind woozy from the back and forth fight with the boy.

Rafe sighed again, licking his lips before standing up from the sofa. “Okay, but I’m not a creep, okay?”

“So it is because I’m a minor,” she nodded to herself, and she felt a sudden wave of disappointment. If only she was a year older.

“Whatever,” he breathed, trying to get the best position under the covers. He felt her fingers and quickly pulled his hand away, his heart beating.

“You’re weird.”

“I just said I’m scared,” he shrugged, and finally settled comfortably. He felt so much better now, not having to pull his legs together and crossed his arms just to fit on the sofa.

“What if I do want you to sleep with me on the bed?”

“Shut up,” he groaned.

“No, Rafe, what if I do want you-”

“Shut up before I make you.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she thought of the many times she had repeated this exact line in a movie and how she had romanticised her own scenario to that line. She never thought of Rafe Cameron as the protagonist, only imagining Timotheé Chalamet and no one else.

“You’re still drunk, okay?” He suddenly said, and (Y/N) bit her lips at his exasperated tone. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. I’m not Carter.”

“Okay,” she said softly, “I didn’t ask for you to fuck me, though.”

“Really? You’re begging for it right now.”

“I just want you to get comfortable.”

“Hm.”

“You’re full of yourself.”

“Yeah? You should see the eyes you give me at the restaurant,” he replied simply, and he could feel himself thinking of her slightly narrowed eyes, looking straight at him.

He shifted his position, placing a pillow against his front.

“Why didn’t you act on it?”

“Oh god, we’re still on this?” He grunted, “Go to sleep.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to fuck me?”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, and before she could think about anything else to say to him next, he had pulled her shoulders so that she could look at him.

She squinted against the darkness, using the moonlight as a source of light to stare into his beautiful blue orbs.

“I would fuck you, but I won’t do it when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You are, because-” he grazed his thumb against her bottom lip, and she had to hold her breath. “You’re not this open to me when you’re sober.”

“Isn’t it more fun, though? To fuck when you’re drunk?”

“I’d only do that if you’re my girlfriend.”

“So can I be your girlfriend?”

“I’ll think about it tomorrow,” he smiled, and pushed her back to face the ceiling. “Now sleep.”

“What if I want to become your girlfriend now?”

“JJ will kill me.”

“Can you kill him back?”

“(Y/N),” Rafe sighed, being so tired of going back and worth with her on this. Of course he wanted to touch her, more than anything else in the world, but he couldn’t do it when she was in a state like this. “Go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Good girl.”

“Okay.”

He waited a few more minutes, ready to answer any remarks, but what came after was only her soft snores. He sighed in relief, leaning on his arms as he stared at her. He watched as her chest heaved peacefully, feeling all kinds of emotions at once, and he finally realised the truth;

This time he wasn’t playing; Rafe Cameron would never bring a girl to a fancy hotel for nothing other than sex, but here he was; refusing her teasings, and keeping her safe. It finally hit him; he would bring (Y/N) anywhere if that’s the only way to keep her smile.

He shut his eyes, making a mental note to make fun of her drunk state in the morning.

#Part 2

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Daddy's Little Girl

Request 10: Dad!Schlatt angst with the reader trying to protect Tubbo because the reader is his older sibling?

Requested By: Anonymous

TW: Abuse

Do you want angst? I’ll give you angst. Never challenge me again. /J

ily /p

(Hints of Wilbur and Techno x reader if you squint)

Growing up with Schlatt as your father had its ups and downs, on one hand, he was hilarious and let you get away with anything you wanted, but on the other hand, he had a drinking problem. When you were a little girl his drinking wasn’t too bad, some days were worse than others but most of the time he was semi cognizant. However, when your baby brother Tubbo came along everything changed, for a while he was sober. He was clear-headed, held a stable job on the SMP, and even helped you with your homework, but alas all good things come to an end. As soon as Tubbo started school, and your mom left he started up again, you weren’t happy. Your horns had begun to curl around your head around that time and your baby brother was enamored. He would wrap his chubby hands around them to pull and trace his fingers over the ridges, Tubbo would declare his horns were going to be just as magnificent as yours one day. You would flush at the praise and ruffle his hair, and told him you could already feel his little nubs growing in, he was overjoyed at the news.

Before Tubbo, Schlatt would never lay a hand on anyone, but something inside him crumbled. You had a few close calls, Tubbo bothering your father a little too much and Schlatt raised a hand to the boy. Luckily, you were always there to diffuse the situation and direct your father’s attention away from your baby brother. You were old enough to know just how impulsive and uncaring drinking made him, you tried to keep Tubbo as occupied as you could while keeping up with your work.

When Tubbo was ten years old he made his first friend.

Tubbo told you the kid’s name was Tommy, and he shared all the new information about his friend. He informed you he had two older brothers named Wilbur and Technoblade, who were about a year or two older than you. Tubbo desperately wanted to introduce you to him, but with your dad to keep an eye on you had to decline, at least for the time being. Tubbo pouted at your response and gave you, your biggest weakness puppy dog eyes, you relented. Promising to go with Tubbo to Tommy’s house in a few days to meet the brothers and supervise his play date with Tommy.

You just hoped your dad would be alright.

The day finally rolled around for you to meet the elusive Tommy and his brothers, you informed your dad that you and Tubbo would be gone for the rest of the day, he said it was alright. You think he just wanted to excuse to drink more while both of his children were gone.

“Come on (Y/n), let’s go already!” Tubbo called with a groan, you hushed him softly,

“Put your jacket on first.”

He reluctantly slipped on his jacket and grabbed his bag, you followed him out the door. Tubbo was buzzing with excitement holding his bee plush close to his chest, going on and on about how great Tommy was and how much he hoped you’d like Wilbur and Techno. Eventually, the both of you came upon a small cabin in the middle of a clearing, it was surrounded by lush pine trees and a little boy in a red and white shirt stood by the front gate.

“Tubbo!” The boy you assumed was Tommy shouted rushing over to the gate,

“Tommy!” Tubbo shouted with a laugh, he looked like he wanted to run towards him but first, he looked up at you. You smiled softly and gave your brother a nod, his face lit up and he charged towards Tommy. They met in the middle and Tommy immediately tackled Tubbo to the ground, a young man with glasses opened the window and began to shout at the blonde. He picked his head up and spotted you in the distance, his entire face flushed red, you sent him a little wave. The boy adjusted his glasses slamming the window shut, you titled your head to the side before seeing him and a taller boy with pink hair. While Tommy and Tubbo wrestled in the dirt the older boys walked up to you, they introduced themselves as Wilbur and Technoblade. They both were hybrids like yourself, you immediately felt at home, no wonder Tubbo liked it here so much.

Through the power of conversation you found out Technoblade was a piglin hybrid and Wilbur was half nymph, Tommy was just a plain human. Either their dad got around or some of them were adopted, you’d ask Tubbo later, figuring it was rude to blatantly ask that question. You found out the entire family thrived off of bulling one another it was quite funny to watch Technoblade roast the ever-loving shit out of Wilbur, unknown to you whenever you let a giggle or two slip past your lips Wilbur would flush and Technoblade would smirk. The end of the playdate rolled around and you found yourself not wanting to leave your new friends, Wilbur offered for you and Tubbo to sleep over but you politely declined. Technoblade shot Wilbur a concerned look when with a smile you said your dad would have your ass if you and Tubbo stayed over.

A few years went by since your first meeting, Tubbo and Tommy became inseparable and honestly, you and his brothers were in the same situation. Although you couldn’t see Technoblade and Wilbur as much as Tubbo could see Tommy the three of you were attached at the hip. Wilbur would constantly write you letters, sometimes the handwriting would switch and you noticed Techno put his blunt opinions into the conversation. Tubbo found one of the letters once and insisted that both boys must have a crush on you, you denied that with a soft laugh, just like your father you were under the impression you were unlovable.

Speaking of your dad, he was rarely ever sober at this point, rather being numb than feeling anything significant. Luckily he could be slightly functional, but mostly it was you raising Tubbo and protecting him from your dad’s off days. Speaking of an off day you had just gotten back from a trip of visiting your favorite boys, it was late and Tubbo was asleep in your arms. He was scratched up a bandaid was on his nose, and a bandage wrapped around his arm, he had taken a particularly nasty fall while wrestling with Tommy. Luckily both you and Wilbur were skilled in patching up rambunctious little brothers and he was fixed up in no time flat. You noticed the light on in the living room and grew concerned, your dad was always passed out in his bed by this time of night, was he alright?

Tubbo mumbled something in your arms and you pulled him close to your chest as to not wake the boy. “Dad?” You called softly wandering into the living room, much to your surprise he was very much awake. Your nose scrunched up in displeasure he reeked of whiskey and cigarettes, so tonight was a bad night.

Noted.

“You reek.” You commented adjusting the sleeping Tubbo in your arms, your father shot you a dirty look.

“Where the fuck have you been with the brat?” He hissed baring his teeth at you, “Do you know how late it is? Do you know how worried I was!” You hated the way your stomach churned with guilt and relief, at least he noticed his children were gone. He shouldn’t be praised for the bare minimum, Technoblade would’ve told you gruffly if he knew the full extent of your relationship.

“Out with Tommy, Wilbur, and Technoblade. Phil’s kids remember?” You responded with a soft sigh and he sent a dirty look your way standing up from his recliner. You backed up a few steps, the man towering over you eyeing Tubbo who was beginning to stir in your arms. Hesitantly you placed a hand over the back of his head, keeping it pressed tightly against your neck and shoulder. It only seemed to make Schlatt’s face scrunch up more,

“He looks so much like your mother.”

“I know dad.”

“Why’s he beat to shit?” He slurred reaching his hands out towards Tubbo, “You let him get hurt?”

“Tommy and he were just wrestling. Just being kids. I patched him up, he’s just sleepy.”

“So you let him get beat?”

“Dad no did you not hear me-” He grabbed one of your horns roughly yanking them down. You yelped in pain dropping Tubbo in the process, he hit the ground with a hard thud crying out from the rude awakening. “Dad you’re hurting me-”

“(Y/n)? Dad?” He murmured groggily barely processing the situation unfolding in front of him.

“Tubbo go to your room.” Your dad hissed at him, spit flying everywhere, Tubbo looked terrified. He looked at you and nodded the best you could with your dad’s iron-like grip on your horn, he scurried away and you felt your eyes fill with tears. If only he was a little older, he’d maybe be able to help you, but he was a child and didn’t need to see what was going to happen. “You’ve been running around without a care in the world, you’ve been going free for way too long. You’ve been a bad girl and now your getting punished.” Your blood turned to ice as the gip on your horn tightened,

“Dad, please I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure we get home on time from now on, you’re drunk. Please don’t do this you’ll regret it come the morning.”

“Shut the fuck up (Y/n)!” He spat his tobacco spit flying all over your face, you grimaced trying not to choke in disgust. “You think you know everything about the world but you don’t, you’re a stupid naive child!” He slammed the side of your head against the brick wall of your house. You yelped in pain feeling something crack against the wall, but it wasn’t your skull, it was your right horn.

“Dad- Dad please stop my horn-” You pleaded as he dragged you back by the hair and slammed you into the wall again. Your horn cracked once more and you screamed in pure agony, blood began to stain the wall where your head it, and your horn began to crack. “DAD!” You sobbed out as your horn broke off falling on the ground with a thud. Blood began to drip down the side of your head, your sobbing seemed to snap Schlatt back to his senses as he let out a soft call of your name.

“Fuck. Fuck baby I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked pulling you into his chest, he pressed his hands against the stub of your horn. You whimpered in pain and Schlatt shushed you softly, “I’m so sorry baby girl. My little girl, I didn’t mean it.” His head pressed into the crook of your neck, just where Tubbo’s was moments prior. “I’m such a fuck up. I’d never hurt you...I can’t do this…”

“It’s okay…” Your voice cracked eyes wide and glassy, it wasn’t okay but you weren’t about to tell him that. “Can I go to bed now…”

“Lemme patch you up first. You might bleed out...scare Tubs.” Schlatt grumbled and you nodded numbly. He helped you to your feet and you swayed, your dad haphazardly bandaged the side of your head and cauterized your horn. That might’ve hurt even more than losing the horn on its own, you held back your whimpers as your dad apologized even more for the pain he caused. “Get some rest alright…I love you.”

“Love you to dad,” You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, you waited until he slipped into his room before you made your way into Tubbo’s. The boy was downright sobbing under his blankets, you pulled back the covers to find him desperately clinging to his bee plush.

“(Y/n)?” He whimpered looking up at you with wide eyes,

“Hey, Tubs…” Your smile was tense and he frowned, “Mr. Bumbles protect you okay? Just like we talked about?” Tubbo nodded lip trembling, he reached his hand up to touch your bandages. You flinched at his touch,

“Where’s your horn.”

“Unimportant. Just got into a little scuffle with dad, nothing your big sister can’t handle. Tubbo why don’t we go see Mr. Phil.”

“But it’s so late?”

“It’s okay. Go pack up a bag, you’ll be there for a while.”

“What about you?”

You sent him another tight-lipped smile, “I can’t stay there with you, unfortunately.”

“Then I don’t want to go!” He huffed defensively, your smile was wiped off your face.

“Not a suggestion-”

“NO! I’m not leaving you!” You grunted feeling him slam into your middle wrapping you in a tight hug. “Not with him...I need you. Who’s gonna protect me? Or read me bedtime stories? Or kiss me goodnight!” He began to cry through his protests and you knelt in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek.

“Technoblade and Phil can protect you just fine. Wilbur would love to read you and Tommy’s bedtime stories. You’re too old for goodnight kisses-”

“Am not!”

“I can’t protect you anymore, not from dad.” Your voice shook a little before swallowing thickly, Tubbo’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He’s never seen you look so scared, you were serious. “You deserve to grow up normally and happily, with a good dad and family.”

“You're good family.” Tubbo insisted grabbing your bigger hand with his own, you let out a wet laugh and held your other hand to your mouth. Swallowing again before responding to Tubbo’s heartfelt compliment,

“I’ll always be your family and I’ll always be your big sister. But for now, you’ll temporarily be part of Tommy’s family. Just until I’m old enough to take you away from all of this.”

“Promise?” He held out his pinky,

“Promise.” You responded interlocking your pinky with his own, he seemed much more satisfied and willing to listen to you now. “Now go pack up alright? We gotta go before the morning,” Tubbo nodded at you and began to gather his things in his bag. Eventually, he was all packed up and you both snuck out towards Tommy’s home, the side of your head was throbbing and you felt completely off balance stumbling over your feet a few times. Tubbo grew concerned but never actually voiced said concern, the two of you came up on Phil’s doorstep. You loudly began to knock at the door and Technoblade answered sword drawn, glasses were haphazardly thrown on his nose,

“(Y/n)? Tubbo?” He blinked blearily, “it’s like three am what-” Adjusting the glasses he finally got a good look at the both of you, Tubbo was still in his footie pajamas and you had officially bled through your bandages. “Who did it.”

“Technoblade please-”

“Who. Hurt. You.”

“I’m so tired, please just go get your dad.” You pleaded locking your eyes with his own, they softened considerably before muttering under his breath.

“Fine. But I’m getting Wilbur to look at your horn.” He demanded marching away from the door, you gently urged Tubbo inside and you both sat down on their couch. Tubbo yawned sleepily and leaned against your side,

“You can go to sleep. You’re safe now Bumblebee.”

“But you’ll be gone when I wake up…” He held Mr. Bumble closer to his chest and you brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I want you to have Mr. Bumble!” Tubbo held the toy out to you, your lips dipped into a little frown.

“Tubs he’s your favorite-

“He protected me from dad. So I’m sure he’ll protect you too.” You wanted to sob as you took the bee from his hands, you were going to say something else when Phil and Wilbur walked into the room. Phil gave you a pitying smile, before calling Tubbo over to him.

“Hey mate. Let’s get you settled into the guest room for now yeah?” The older man smiled at your brother and he nodded sleepily walking over to Phil. He gave you a look that said we’ll talk later as Wilbur walked over to you, the frown on his face was rock solid.

“You gonna explain yourself?” He scolded you like a parental figure would, you bit your lip and shook your head. Wilbur sighed the bags under his eyes were dark and you murmured a soft apology. He reached out and took your cheek in his palm, he leaned close and you felt his breath on his lips. You felt your cheeks turn pink and he leaned in...to take a better look at your horn.

God, you were so stupid why did you think he was going to kiss you just now?

“Jesus Christ…” He murmured as he unwrapped your wound gently. “They fucked you up honey,” Wilbur said softly, his voice dripping with pure concern, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m alright...It’ll get better.” You smiled a tight-lipped smile that only caused Wilbur’s eyes to flash with pure rage, “Seriously Will. Please just let it go.”

“I’ll never understand you.” He muttered grumpily, much like his brother did when he greeted you at the door. “How can you not want justice for what they did to you? I don’t understand-” Wilbur blinked a few moments pulling away from you, you refused to meet his eyes. “-Did your dad do this to you?” He saw the fear spark in your eyes, “that fucking piece of shit! TECHNO!”

“Wilbur please no- no please he didn’t mean too he was drunk!” You slapped your hands over your mouth and he looked at you with horror. “Wilbur please don’t do anything he didn’t mean to do it, I have to look out for him!” Your breathing got short and rapid, immediately Wilbur felt bad for being so aggressive, “He’ll die without me.”

“It’s not your job to look after your father.” Wilbur looked at you with pity,

“Yes, it is. He’s my family.”

“Family doesn’t do this to you.” He motioned to your missing horn, the motion now made you feel wildly self-conscious, “they don’t hurt you.” You bit the bottom of your lip so hard it began to bleed,

“Just don’t tell Technoblade. He’ll kill him. You know he will, I don’t want that.” Wilbur didn’t look happy about the situation but he agreed reluctantly, but only if you stayed the night alongside Tubbo. You told him you would,

But you’re a liar.

Phil came back into the room a little later and asked to talk to you privately. He asked you what was going on and you explained the entire situation to him, practically pleading for him to take your baby brother in while you got Schlatt under control. Phil of course agreed, but he was not happy about you going back to your dad, especially since you were already injured. You assured him all would be okay, your dad meant well and with Tubbo out of the house, you can put all your energy into fixing him.

Phil let you go that night, and he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

No one in the Minecraft household heard from you again after that night. You seemed to slip out of everyone's memory, Wilbur met Sally and she and his son consumed his life. Technoblade moved out of the house to spread his wings, and the only person who even seemed to care that you were missing was Tubbo. Yet, even so, you began to slip out of his memory too, barely remembering your face. It broke him to pieces that he couldn’t remember his sister, and when he asked Wilbur about you the man's memory was just as fuzzy. The only thing he had was the letters the both of you sent back and forth to one another, he’d gifted them to Tubbo after he discovered them again under his childhood bed. Tubbo thought that maybe, just maybe, word of their new nation would cause you to come out of hiding.

It didn’t.

Eventually, he had to leave his memory of you behind and focus on helping Tommy and Wilbur. He hoped wherever you were you were proud of him, you wouldn’t want him to be miserable and dwell on you, you’d want him to live.

When he saw his father upon the podium the day of the election all he wanted to do was confront him about you, but there were other things to worry about like the fact that Wilbur and Tommy had just gotten exiled. Schlatt died before he got to ask about you, then right after that Wilbur died by Phil’s hand and everything was blown to shit, he had Tommy and that was all he needed.

Wilbur woke up to the soft chirping of birds and an angel sitting on a hillside. He couldn’t feel the grass under his palms or his heartbeat, but he felt something warm flood through him when he saw the angel. She turned towards him, his memory of her was fuzzy but her name wasn’t, “(Y/n)?”

“Hi Wilby, long time no see.” You smiled softly, both horns were missing but your soft ears twitched eagerly.

“Where...are we?” Wilbur whispered walking over to you to sit by your side, “What happened to you?”

“I lost another horn being stupid. Died from an infection while dad was away on a trip.” You pulled your legs close towards your chest, “you’re dead Will. We’re dead. It’s been quiet here for so long.”

“Dead…” He breathed out the negative memories flooding into his brain; he squeezed his eyes shut tight. “Are we ghosts?” You shrugged your shoulders,

“I don’t know, never tried to...go back,” Wilbur watched as you ran your hand through the grass even though Wilbur knew you couldn’t feel it. “Tubbo would be disappointed in me. So upset I died, I’d rather he not know. Makes it easier on everyone I think.” You turned to him, hair falling in your eyes, they were empty and your skin was so pale, he couldn’t imagine what he looked like in comparison. “Are you going to go back?” You spoke again after a few moments of silence, there was a tense atmosphere that filled the room, you didn’t want to be lonely.

“If you’re here, that’s where I’m going to stay. At least for a little while.” Wilbur looked at you, your eyes wide with shock, a brilliant smile spread across your cheeks.

“Promise?”

“With all my heart honey.”

[quindolyn]

General Relationship Headcanons || Sirius Black

”Request: hi, love! i adore your new remus headcanon and i was wondering if you could write a general relationship headcanon with sirius black? if not, that’s completely fine. have a good day!

Notes: Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m sorry this took me a little longer than I anticipated but I also went really over the top, it’s twice the length of my Remus Headcanon I just got really into it. I was once again inspired to write Dad!Marauders so maybe I’ll get around to that. I wanted to thank you all for such positive feedback on my Remus Headcanon. I hope you enjoy this. Also thank you anon, I love you.

Warnings: fluff, smut, a bit of angst, canon can go fuck itself, Sirius Black deserves to be happy, not proof read because I wrote most of this in one sitting and didn’t have the heart to go back and reread. The ending is a little choppy

Masterlist

Sirius Black was never shown enough love as a child

Even at age 11 you were able to pick that up, when you were dragged into a train car with four other first years. James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black

He seemed nervous, he kept on looking out the window of the train car and fiddling with his fingers

James tries desperately to get everyone to talk, he feels likes he’s responsible for forging your guy’s friendship

Remus, Peter, he, and you hit it off immediately and you see Sirius smile at some of your jokes out of the corner of your eye but he’s nearly trembling

When you guys start talking about what houses you want to be sorted into he turns green

And when James says how he doesn’t want to be sorted into Slytherin he looks like he’s about to vomit

“Are you alright?” You ask him, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder

He seems uncomfortable with the contact so you move your hand away

“I’m just a little nervous” He admits that he comes from a long line of Slytherins, you offer to hex James for saying that for him, but he lets out a quick laugh and tells you it's fine

He’s actually really worried that he’s going to be sorted into Slytherin whilst simultaneously being terrified about what would happen if he gets sorted into another house.

Ravenclaw could be one thing

Hufflepuff another

But Gryffindor, that just couldn’t happen

You don’t touch him this time because you saw how he reacted last time but you reassure him that it will all be fine and no matter which house he gets sorted into you’ll still be his friend, no matter what

That earns you a real smile

A smile that takes your breath away

And even though you’re too young to understand what you’re feeling that’s when you start to fall for him.

You hold your breath while he gets sorted

Like him you feel very conflicted, you’re glad he’s not in Slytherin because of what he shared with you about his family

But at the same time you’re afraid for him

You might’ve only known him for a couple of hours but you have an inexplicable attraction to him and the idea of him being so scared breaks your heart

If you’re a Gryffindor he sits next to you and the others but doesn’t really say much because he’s too busy trying to figure out what he’s going to do

If you’re in a different house then you send him a smile across the Great Hall and go to find him after the feast

“How are you doing Sirius?”

He brushes you off, tells you he’s fine but you can tell he’s not, you let it go though and decide to give him his space, telling him that if he ever needs to talk you’ll listen

The next day in the Great Hall he receives a Howler from his mother, telling him how much of a useless disappointment he is. He plays it cool like it doesn’t really bother him but you can tell that he’s hurt and it makes you unbelievably sad

Your first lesson that day is together and though you sit with one of your dorm mates and he sits with James, you watch him the entire time, you just can’t seem to pry your eyes off of him.

As the year goes on and he starts to come to terms with what his life is going to be like now, he starts to come more and more out of his shell

Answering questions in class, laughing boisterously with his friends during meals, hexing people in the corridors, pranking Slytherins for shits and giggles

But it’s almost as though he’s forgotten about you, he smiles at you when he sees you in the halls or in classes but he doesn’t actively seek you out like you wished he would.

And you’re too scared to because you told him that you would always be there if needed someone to talk to but he hasn’t come to you yet

So that obviously means that he doesn’t want to talk to you

And that’s fine

You’re not going to force a friendship

You still study with Remus in the library

And talk with James about his day when you bump into him

And help Peter if he’s having trouble in a class

But you and Sirius don’t seem to click the same as you do with the rest of them

This continues through your second year until about 5 weeks into your third year.

At this point he’s starting to physically mature a bit, not a lot, that doesn’t come for a few more years, but his shoulders get a little broader, he gets a little taller, his legs start growing hair.

Girls start paying him attention, and more attention than the harmless crushes from previous years

His blossoming looks paired with his wit and sarcasm have every single person in his grade and younger turning their head to take a second look

Sirius being the humble soul he is-

No I’m just fucking with you

Being the little shit that he is, all of this just goes to his head

And he becomes even more insufferable than he was

But you’ve never found him insufferable, not really

You just told yourself that because it was easier than confronting your feelings for him

One day he, James, Remus, and Peter pull a prank that ends up with you covered in quill ink while on your way to Herbology

You weren’t their intended target

You still spoke quite a bit with three of them

It really was just a prank gone awry

But it still sucked

You stalked back to your dorm abandoning your friends in the hallway, not making eye contact with any one as you passed by

Sirius noticed this

He couldn’t stop himself from watching as you jogged down the hallway

Head down

Trying to evade people’s gazes

He’d barely talked with you in 2 years but he was hit by a tremendous feeling of guilt

He hadn’t meant to upset you, he really hadn’t

So he told the others that he wouldn’t be attending History of Magic that day (what else is new?)

And instead took off for you down the hallway

Never mind your house, when you come back down into the common room after taking a shower there’s Sirius Black, lounging on a sofa like he owns the damned place, looking around the room, taking in every little detail if it's not his common room. If it is the Gryffindor common room then he’s staring up at the girl’s staircase, waiting for you to come down.

When you see him you blush

“Si-Sirius, what are you doing here?”

Immediately you become more aware of your appearance, fixing your hair and straightening out your skirt.

“I just wanted to apologize (Y/N) we didn’t mean for that prank to backfire onto you, we’d never do that to you, it was meant for Snivileus-”

“Severus”

“Yeah sure, whatever. What’s important is that you know that I didn’t mean for that to hurt you, I’m sure the other boys will apologize too I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry”

Does Sirius Black look… nervous?

“It’s fine Black, really I was just having a bad day.”

He doesn’t know why but your usage of his last name is like a knife to the chest, why wasn’t he just Sirius?

Then he remembered, because he’d barely spoken to you in the past 2 years

“I’d like to make it up to you though.”

You turn him down, telling him that that’s not necessary, you’re fine

But he’s not having it, so the next day when you sit down for breakfast you find yourself surrounded by not only Sirius but all of them

They’re acting like this is completely normal but you’re lost

What the hell are they doing?

“Making it up to you of course”

Suddenly they’re everywhere, he’s everywhere

The others were already friendly with you so its not as much of a difference

But all of a sudden Sirius Black is everywhere

Eating meals with you until you relent and come sit with him and the other Marauders at their spot at the Gryffindor table

Suddenly he’s hefting the bag off your shoulder and slinging it around his

The year seems to fly by with him at your side

Sneaking you guys food from the kitchens

They show you the invisibility cloak

Pitching the idea of the Marauders map

And all of a sudden it’s the end of your 3rd year and the care free, witty Sirius you’ve come to know over the past year had morphed into someone far more reminiscent of that scared little boy you first met on the Hogwarts Express

The night before the last day of the term you find yourself alone with Sirius in the Gryffindor common room

You ask him if he’s alright, the past few days he hasn’t been acting like himself

He doesn’t have the energy to try and lie to you anymore, he lets it all out, he tells you about all the backlash since he was sorted

He tells you about Regulus

And how they don’t even talk anymore, “I can’t talk to him (Y/N), I want to but if our mother knows that he associates with me then he’ll be punished, and punishments in the Black house aren’t getting grounded they’re, unforgivable”

You gasp at the implication and reach out to touch his shoulder, but then you’re thrown back to the train and remember how uncomfortable it seemed to make him

But it’s too late, by the time you realize your hand is already on his shoulder

You start to apologize and pull it back but his hand wraps around your wrist which brings your eyes to his

They’re brimming with tears

“Don’t leave”

You pull him into your arms, raking your fingers through his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear

Explaining that you just didn’t want to make him uncomfortable

He tells you it's fine, he likes it when you touch him

You two sit there in silence until you think Sirius had calmed down

You tell him you’ll write to him every day

He tells you that you don’t have to do that

You still insist that you will

You two sit there for Godric knows how long but eventually you yawn and that alerts Sirius to how late it's gotten

Tells you he’s sorry that he’s kept you up so late

You tell him it’s fine, it was worth it to make sure he was okay

He blushes but its too dark for you to be able to tell

He walks you to the staircase even though it’s literally 5 feet away

“Good night Sirius”

“Good night (Y/N)”

The next day on the train back to King’s Cross you purposefully sit next to Sirius so you can keep a hand on his arm the entire time

It’s so subtle but doesn’t go unnoticed by the other Marauders

Though they decide not to mention it, he’s having a hard enough day as it is

You hate watching him trudge over to his parents when you arrive at the station, you and James exchange an understanding look.

You both care about him so much, watching him be this wretched physically hurts you

As soon as you get home you sit down and write him a letter

He told you that he probably wouldn’t be able to respond to most of your letter

And that’s fine, but every now and then you get one back

And your heart soars

You count down the days until September 1st, when you finally get to see him again

When you’ll know for certain that he’s okay

You nearly have a heart attack when you can’t find him on platform 9 ¾, but he was just already on the train with Remus and Peter, waiting for you and James to show up

As soon as you can you ask him how he is

He’s doing better than he usually is after an entire summer with Walburga and company

He thanks you profusely for the letters

You tell him not to sweat it

You’re just glad you could help

Once you know he’s okay you allow yourself to relax a little and that’s when you notice that he’s grown up quite a bit since June

His shoulders continue to broaden, his hair is longer, but he looks thin, too thin

And you want to hug him again, but you stop yourself

The sexual tension between the two of you 4th year is unbearable

And borderline uncomfortable

Poor Peter doesn’t know what to do with himself

You write to him again every single day over the winter holidays when he’s forced home to his wretched blood family

When you’re both back at Hogwarts things are even weirder than they were before

Sirius clams up every time you get near him and goes vermillion in the face

You’re sitting in the library the second Monday of the term when he approaches you

“What do you want, Sirius?” You ask without lifting your head

“You sound frustrated.”

“I am Sirius! You’ve been acting weird for a week and I’m sick of it. What do you want?”

He just sort of stands there looking at you, because he didn’t expect you to yell at him.

He’s not sure if he’s ever heard you raise your voice in his entire life.

“I should leave”

“Just tell me what it is Sirius!”

Everyone is looking at you

“This was a bad idea!”

“What is it!”

“I like you!”

This wasn’t how he imagined telling you how he felt about you

Yelling it in the library

Which a bunch of 2nd years gawking

“You what?”

He suggests you guys leave the library for somewhere more private

You agree, and he takes you down to a tree by the Black Lake

When he first told you he liked you in the library you couldn’t believe it, this boy, whom you’ve harbored a crush for for literal years, likes you too

And this isn’t just any boy, this is Sirius Black

And that’s when you remember, shit, this is Sirius Black

“This isn’t a prank or something is it?”

He starts denying it before you can even finish your sentence, it stings a little that you would think that but he understands why.

When you tell him that you return his feelings his his  face breaks out into a smile and he lifts you into his arms and spins you around

“Really?”

“Yes really, now put me down please”

He sets you down but he pulls you so close to his body you can almost feel his pulse thrumming through his body

He asks to kiss you and you let him

From that day forward Sirius always has an arm around your shoulders or around your waist

He likes to pull you into his side so he can whisper things into your ear

He likes it when you perch yourself a top his thigh when he sits down

He also likes you sitting in between his legs

And he likes to sit in between yours too so he can smooth his hands up and down your calves

As you get more comfortable with touching each other, he’ll like to slink down so that his head is right in between your thighs so he can just turn his head and kiss them

Having his hands on you reminds him that you’re there, and if you’re there with him then everything is going to be fine

He’s going to get through that History of Magic Lesson

He’s going to finish that Potions essay

One day James might finally stop talking about Evans

He’s not going to bite Snape’s head off

Everything is going to be just fine

He takes you on dates to the Black Lake, you guys like to sit on the dock and dip your toes in the water, especially when it's warm and sunny out

Sirius will slip off his shirt so he can tan a bit and you’ll set your head on his chest, with your toes brushing up against the water

By the time the two of you finally got together you’d already spent multiple nights in the Marauders dorm room

But you usually slept with Remus in his bed because his was the cleanest

But now that your Sirius’ he sleeps with your head tucked under his chin, your body pulled flush against his chest, his arms have an iron grip on you, you couldn’t get out of bed even if you wanted to.

Waking up with him when he’s had a nightmare and the two of you lie there, chests pressed together, fingers tangled with each other’s, whispering about whatever you can think of

When he can’t sleep he’ll lay his head on your chest and listen to the beating of your heart to calm him down

He loves to do this with your shirt off, not in a sexual way he’s just like a baby and skin to skin contact is good for him

It centers him

He really likes sneaking into the astronomy tower with you at night to look at the stars

You murmur into each other’s ears about everything ranging from the your purpose in the cosmos to the color you should paint your nails next, he always votes red and gold, no matter your house

Painting your nails the colors of your house in spite of him if you’re not in Gryffindor

He volunteers to paint your nails once and does them in red and gold

One year for his birthday you give him a bunch of old muggle magazines your parent/guardian sent you when you wrote requesting them

The two of you lay on your stomachs, elbows bent, legs tangling with each other in the air as you skim through them

You point out the different muggle contraptions and what they do and how to use them

When you get to a mechanic magazine you have to explain to an overly excited Sirius what a motorcycle is

He becomes absolutely enamored with them and begs you for more magazines and reading materials on them

For Christmas that year you get him a miniature motorcycle that you charm to fly around his dorm room.

If you’re on your house’s Quidditch team that idiot is there every single one of your games, decked head to toe in your house colors

He also frequents your practices bringing you water and food for when you’re done

Sirius can get pretty jealous

He’s always been insecure in himself so seeing other people get to friendly with you just hits all of his buttons

He never takes it out on you, because he knows how it feels to be the object of misplaced anger

Instead Sirius will come up behind you when you’re talking to them and loop him arms around your waist, pulling you close to him

Or if you’re sitting down he’ll put his hand on your thigh

He doesn’t go overboard, it's not like if you’re talking to someone he’s going to challenge them to a duel

He just needs everyone to know that you’re his

And he doesn’t share

Letting you do his makeup once after you begged him and now he’s the one who’ll beg you

“Please Princess”

He looks so hot in eyeliner

Like no one has the right to be that good looking

And the mother fucker knows he looks good

You and James plan extravagant gifts and parties for his birthday every year because no one on this planet loves Sirius Black more than the two of you and you’re dedicated to making up for so many lost years

You and Remus bake him a cake every year and he loves blowing out all of the candles, he insists their quantity matches his age, none of that cop out bull shit where its just candles in the shape of numbers

No

He wants to blow out all of them

Your first birthday together Sirius has no clue what to get you, because it’s not like previous years, you’re together now so this gift has to be special, it has to be perfect

He consults everyone he can think of

Lily

James

Remus

Your dorm mates

Hell, he even writes to your family asking what he should get you

In the end they all only make it worse because he has all of these wonderful ideas and can’t choose because what if he chooses wrong and you would have preferred something else instead

So he gets you everything he can think of

You told him 3 weeks ago how you wanted to try a new quill, he’s bought you 7 different types to try out

He can’t decide whether you’d be prettier in rubies, emeralds, or diamonds so he buys you each

You wish you could say that it lets up as years pass

And it does

But only slightly

When his parents kick him out of the house James floos you instantly, tells you its Sirius and that he’s going to be fine, but he needs you

When you get to the Potter’s he’s bloody and bruised and looks like Hell

You have to stop yourself from sobbing at the sight of him

No one gets to hurt Sirius that way

Absolutely no one

When he sees you he starts crying and opens his arms for you to come to him

You help bandage him up and wipe away the dried blood

Once he’s clean and in new clothes you take his face in your hands and press your foreheads together

“I love you Siri, I love you to the moon and back.”

That’s the first time either of you have said “I love you” to the other

He starts sobbing

You pull him into your arms with his head on your chest and you pet him hair, telling him how much you love him and that he’s safe, you’re never going to let anyone touch him ever again

James comes into his room that night, neither of you are asleep, Sirius is still crying only now silently and less violently into your top

Wordlessly James slips into Sirius’ bed on the other side of him and both of you hold him all night long, telling him that he’s safe and that he’s loved, and that he never has to see his mother ever again

That he has a family right there and neither of you will ever make him feel like this

You spend the rest of the summer at the Potter’s

You and James were already good friends but you spend the rest of the holidays bonding over your love and protectiveness of Sirius

Sometimes he jokes that his girlfriend is trying to steal his best friend, but he really doesn’t mind

He loves it actually

The love and protectiveness you feel for Sirius goes both ways

He will not hesitate to kick someone’s ass for you

He often forgets that he’s a wizard at these moments and throws a punch instead of a hex

Cleaning him up after he gets into a fight and scolding him for not thinking, a professor could’ve seen him, he could still get in trouble

When you graduate Hogwarts together the Potter’s come for both him and James

He cries when they congratulate him and tell him that they’re proud of him

Your family also tells him how proud they are of him and he hugs every single person there

You guys move in together, you live a 5 minute walk from James and Lily

He doesn’t wait 2 months before he’s proposing to you

You accept of course

Engagement sex

The man was virile when you were still at Hogwarts but when you first move in together he insists you christen every single room in the house

He loves to make you scream out his name as he overstimulates you

He’s not as hard of a dom as Remus but he’s meaner, he doesn’t just mock you

He degrades you (as long as you’re comfortable with it)

He calls you every dirty name in the book

He loves to put you in barely there lingerie and make you touch yourself as he watches

Will mock you while you do it

“What puppy, your fingers aren’t making you feel good enough? Course they’re not, you’re a desperate little thing aren’t you? Need my cock in order to stretch you, make you feel good. Look at how small your fingers are, how are they supposed to do anything?”

He loves to punish you

To the point where he’ll set expectations that are impossible for you to meet so he can punish you for them

You’re both very open with what you do and do not like and try experimenting a lot

He is so kinky

Loves to edge you and watch you squirm in his grasp

Won’t let you cum until you’ve begged long enough

He loves ruining your orgasms, especially as punishment after you’ve broken one of his rules, but sometimes he does it just to be mean

He has very talented fingers and can make you cum in a matter of minutes if he wants to

Loves eating out, your little whimpers and whines make him want to just destroy you

Enjoys watching your cunt clench around nothing

Will laugh at this and smack your clit

Gets you a collar that says “puppy” or “slut” on it

He’ll tug on it with his finger to get you to look at him

Back to the engagement sex, as soon as you say yes he is on you

You jerk him off onto your tits so he can see the ring on your finger while your hand is wrapped around his dick

Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink

Especially when Harry is born

The minute he sees you holding little baby Harry in your arms he feels the overwhelming urge to take you there

When you get home that night he tells you how gorgeous you looked with Harry and how much he wants to have a little “pup” of his own

“Gonna fill my puppy with my pups”

Makes you lay with your ass in the air once he’s cum inside you to make sure none of it gets wasted

Will plug you full

“How’s that feel puppy? Good?”

He’s always been able to get you to subspace but now its like he barely has to try, loves calling you his good girl and telling you how well you did for him

You guys don’t get pregnant immediately, which Sirius does not take well

In his mind there’s absolutely no way that you’re the problem

It must be him

He sees his inability to impregnate you as his first failure as a father

Gets really sad

You tell him how much you love him and that this isn't him failing, it could very well be you who is making it difficult to conceive

You have very soft, passionate sex that night as you ride him

He runs his hands up and down your body as you tell him how good he’s making you feel

Maybe it was that night, perhaps it was a different one but a month and a half later the Healer at St. Mungos tells you you’re pregnant

He’s ecstatic

Sirius literally can’t stop smiling

Not that he wants to

But his face almost hurts from how much he’s grinning

Sirius is the best person to have with your when you’re pregnant

He’s always making sure you’re comfortable and that you have everything you need

He’ll try out all your weird pregnancy cravings with you

Especially if you’re feeling a little shy about asking for weird combinations

He loves kissing your belly

He’ll sing French lullabies to it as he moves his hands in circles on your skin

Man never slows down as you progress through your pregnancy, watching you swell just makes him fuck you harder

At first the prospect of decorating a whole room for an infant seems mundane to him

But as soon as you and Lily are pulling out the paint swatches and wallpaper samples he gets so excited and loves helping out

He has to have James and Remus come over to help him put together the crib, he just can’t do it

When he learns he gets to buy clothes for his kid he’s so excited

He and James spend hours going through baby clothes and like with everything Sirius has a very strong opinion about this too

“No Prongs, I’m not putting my child in that, I actually like them”

When the Healer tells you you’re having twins he loses his mind

He’s so excited

Twice the clothes to buy

Twice the toys

Twice the cribs and diapers

He’s thrilled

When the baby comes he doesn’t let himself freak out because this isn’t about him

It’s about you and your baby

He holds your hand the entire time and lets you squeeze however hard you’d like to

Kisses your knuckles and tells you how good of a job you’re doing

You’re in labor for 15 hours

And it nearly kills him

Seeing you in so much pain makes him physically unwell

He wishes he could take away all of your pain for you

But he can’t, so he does what he can

Feeding you ice chips

Massaging your back

He read somewhere that orgasming can help speed along labor

So he does what he does best and makes you cum a few times on his fingers

It's possible that that’s what actually worked

It could’ve also been something entirely different, but he will claim it was making you cum, that finally worked

Your son is born first, and as much as Sirius would’ve been happy with whatever sex, his heart swells with pride to know that he just produced the first half-blood heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black

Next is your little girl

He cries when he sees her

She’s so beautiful, and looks just like you

The two of you sit there kissing and doting on your children for hours until you eventually pass out because you just pushed two humans out of your body

Fast forwarding a bit, the first time his daughter, who has him wrapped around her finger, calls him “Dada” his heart swells and he looks over at you but you’re already staring at him, tears in your eyes you whisper to him

“You’re doing a good job”

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