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Klance Wip Bingo #7!! (Part 2)

Summary:

Word count: 1,585

Chapters: 2/3

Description:

Step one: Meet a cute barista and walk him home in the rain.

Step two: Awkwardly flirt with him in hopes he reciprocates.

Step three: Take him to an arcade and demolish him in laser tag.

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Chapter three will be the death of me.

The Impossible Conclusion - Chapter Two

Intro 1 

A/N This is short, but I’m updating again tonight. This is a little more on the fluffy and happy side. Bucky will be coming in soon in the future; currently thinking next chapter. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters please let me know!

“Never no tears for that sucker Only one dick, that's a bummer Dancing all night, get guys' numbers”

I swung my hips around, exaggerating my silly dance tenfold while getting water everywhere washing dishes. 

My shirt was sopping wet and I probably looked like a rat considering my hair only seemed to try and curl awfully after getting even the slightest bit wet.

“Baby, no tears for that sucker We'll never go dry this whole summer Wanna get over, get under”

“I really hope you’re not singing that about you-know-who?”, an amused voice belonging to Natasha sounded behind me. 

“Jesus!” I yelped, splashing even more water on myself and the kitchen floor before promptly glaring at the smirking red head. Huffing, I continued on with my scrubbing, this time not dancing like a fool. 

I glanced to the side of me when she came to lean against the counter, like waiting and watching prey, to see if I’d say something. 

“You know he’s not Voldemort, right?” A short silence was filled with spoons and forks clinking together as I washed them next.

“You can say his name, Nat. Today was a...tolerable day and I wanna get out of this- whatever this feeling is. I hate feeling like I can’t get out of bed in the morning.” I glared down at my soapy and pruned hands. She didn’t say anything the whole time I spoke and when I looked at her I realized she was looking out the window. 

She’s done that before. Stare off into nothing and normal people wouldn’t ask or think anything of it, but being her friend, I knew exactly why. Nat was thinking of her own soulmate and how she would never know him. His or her, never asked, name was burned off of her skin at a young age to protect any weakness from herself and others getting to her. I knew she thought how I was acting was selfish, but at the same time, she understood. 

Flicking my hands to get remaining water off before drying them off with a towel. I put my hand on her shoulder, causing her to blink, and finally look at me. Her eyes seemed hollow but tears were swimming in them. 

I pursed my lips together, smiling sadly. 

“I know things haven’t been okay. Even after everything.” I paused before sliding my hand down her shoulder until my arm was back at my side. “I love you, Nat. You’re like my sister. You are my sister.”

She smiled then, slowly and one little tear found its way down her cheek before she leaned in to hug me. 

“I love you too, Koletta.” She leaned out of the hug, fast, her long red hair almost hitting me in the face. Her smile was wide now and despite her watery eye, she looked happy. “Damn, this whole war thing has made me soft, huh?”, she choked out before wiping a stray tear. 

Straightening up after I thought about what I wanted to ask; what I needed to ask. 

“Natasha, do you think that it would be alright if I went to Morgan’s birthday party in my tactical gear-” Her eyes widened with excitement as her hold on me got tighter. “-but less knifey and I won’t even bring my glock- UGH.” I didn’t get to finish my teasing because my body was being constricted like a damn python. 

I heard a giggle over Nat’s shoulder and I stood on my tippy toes to see Wanda holding her giggles in, failing to hold them in, while walking down the hallway to her room. 

“BITCH! Come save me from this- AHH!” I didn’t get through my rather vulgar  sentence before I felt Natasha squeeze me even tighter. 

It was usually so out of character for her to be this happy, but I knew it had to do with my depressive state slowly going away. 

Despite her almost breaking my ribs, my smile started to hurt my face it was so big. 

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The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 2: Little Run Ins

💙 Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader 💙

⚠️: hint at low self esteem if you squint, little bit of language, uhh intimation that reader has past trauma

word count: 1,697

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Y/N’s alarm finally went off. “Okay” she told herself as she sat up and felt the sheets fall away from her body, “Time to conquer the day!” She said cheerily before beginning to stretch. or at least not let it conquer you, she thought and a frown came across her face, but only for a moment before she pushed that thought away and got out of bed. Y/N swayed into the bathroom, where she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. “Hello, gorgeous!” She falsely chirped to her reflection. Nope, still don’t believe it, but we’ll try again tomorrow, she thought with a soft sigh before moving to turn on the shower. Y/N went to her closet to grab her uniform for today while the water warmed up for her. “Computer” she called out into the room, “Play my morning mix at 65% volume, please” she requested and the soft, but happy music began to play almost instantly. 65% seemed sort of oddly specific, but it was the perfect volume, it wasn’t deafening, but she would still be able to hear it when she got under the running water. As soon as Y/N saw the steam coming from the shower she quickly stripped and tossed her pyjamas into the pale blue hamper before hopping into the shower. “A dream is a wish your heart makes…” Y/N trailed off as she squeezed lavender shampoo into her hand. She continued singing as she scrubbed the product into her scalp. Once Y/N had finished washing up, she turned off the hot water with a refreshed sigh. Her stomach growled as she reached for her towel, “Oh, dear me!” Y/N exclaimed softly and continued to hurry to dry off and get dressed. “Computer, please stop my music” Y/N asked in a bubbly tone before almost skipping out the down and down the hall to the turbo lift. “Mess deck” Y/N called out lightly when she got into the turbo lift. “Oh, hi!” Y/N greeted when Uhura stepped into the turbo lift with her. “Good morning, Y/N” Uhura said through a stifled yawn. “How are you so awake this early?” She asked, stretching as best she could in her uniform. “Easy, there was some loose nut down the hall who was screaming about a half an hour before my alarm went off, so I’ve been awake since then,” Y/N rambled on in the closest thing to an angry that Uhura had heard from her in all the time they’d been friends. “Really, I didn’t hear it, I must of been sleeping too hard” Uhura laughed it off in the hopes that the sound would lighten the admittedly fairly light mood. “Anyway” Uhura began changing the subject, “Do you have anything fun planned down in the botany lab for today?” She asked with an intent smile. “Yeah actually!” Y/N wiggled a bit as she said it, “We picked up this really pretty pink and blue flower, and when I say pink and blue I mean you have to come see it after breakfast! It’s like… Cotton candy pink and blue!” Y/N exclaimed. “And you know what’s even crazier?!?” Y/N asked rhetorically, “It smells just like cotton candy too!!” She said waving her hands for more effect. “Really?!?” Uhura asked, “Will you show me after we eat, we’ll have to be quick so I can still be on time but I need to see that!” Uhura rushed just as the turbo lift door opened up to reveal the mess deck. “Of course it’s really amazing!” Y/N agreed as they stepped out into the mess deck. “What about you, Uhura?” Y/N asked her in return, “Nothing reall, I don’t have the kind of position that you make plans for. I’m going to go up to the bridge and follow orders,” She said with a smile. Y/N and Uhura continued to chatter as they walked up to the replicators. With a dull thud, Y/N ran directly into someone’s chest. “Oh I’m sorry!” Y/N exclaimed, “Oh” she finally looked up at a rather stern looking man in medical uniform. “No, no, it takes two to tango” The man said in something that resembled an apology, but still looked rather annoyed that the interaction was taking place at all. “Oh, okay” Y/N said in quiet acceptance before skittering away without her breakfast. Uhura gave the man a short glare before following behind her.

Leonard grumbled on his way out the door. He met with Kirk on his way down the hall. Not mad at him, not mad at him, not-, “Did you really need to wake me up with that?” Leonard did his best not to sound angry, but he was failing miserably. “You don’t need to rip me to shreds so early in the day” Kirk defended himself, putting his hands up momentarily as his stride slowed to keep pace with Leonard. “Fine” He muttered, making a motion his arms that seemed to indicate him physically letting go of his anger. “Alright, good, let’s chow” Kirk encouraged and began walking faster to the mess deck. “Race you there!” Kirk shouted, leaving Leonard behind. “I am not doing that!” Leonard yelled back and kept his own pace the rest of the way up to the mess deck. I’m done with this day already, I haven’t even been into medbay, good god, he thought as he came up on the mess entryway, where Kirk was waiting for him. “Ah, you made it!” Kirk exclaimed in exaggerated relief. “Alright, so give me all the details on this rooming thing” Leonard ordered in an actually exasperated manner. “Well, what do you wanna know?” Kirk prompted, “Where is this Y/N girl’s quarters?” He asked a bit distracted, as he was trying to navigate the breakfast crowd while also side eyeing Jim. “Well I dunno, but-,” Kirk was interrupted by a thud and looked over just in time to see a timid looking science officer, flustered and apologising. “Oh, I’m sorry!” The girl was quick to amend, Jim smirked a little as he saw Leonard looking down at her a little longer than he would normally. Usually he would move past these kinds of people without further regard, and just mutter to himself angrily about how nobody paid any attention these days. Leonard did something entirely different though, “No, no, it takes two to tango,” he had stated, without any real sincerity in his tone, but the fact that he bothered to say something at all was enough for Kirk to raise an eyebrow. “Oh” the girl said in embarrassment and then scurried off as quickly as she had appeared.

“Ooh, you like her, don’t you?” Kirk jabbed as he dug an elbow into Leonard’s ribs. “No, I was just being polite to a girl who clearly wasn’t in need of more abuse” He hissed in a low tone, “And if you would keep from making your elbow too chummy with my ribs, that’d be great” Leonard gritted. Poor girl, she seemed so scared, I admit I’m not the friendliest face this early in the morning, or ever really, but she seemed… I dunno, frightened that I’d hit her or something. Leonard furrowed his brow at the thought, but was quickly pulled away by the icy look Uhura gave him. His eyes widened only a little before he returned his attention to Jim. “- and then I got hit with a phaser” Kirk explained while pulling his hand into his gut as if to demonstrate the phaser’s impact on him. “What?!?” Leonard asked in alarm, “I knew you weren’t listening to me” Jim whined as he lightly hit Leonard’s shoulder. “I was just thinkin’, tha’s all'' He responded, “Yeah” Jim snorted, “Thinking about the way that girl’s body felt against yours?” Kirk jabbed as he punched in some orders for the replicator in front of him. Admittedly that thought had briefly crossed his mind, but it was extremely brief, not worth mentioning really. “No, I was just thinking about the fact that I don’t know where this Y/N’s quarters are to be able to break the news to her that we’re rooming together” Leonard corrected in a reprimanding voice. “Ah, well, about that. I’m not actually sure” Jim paused slightly at the pointed look that he was being given by Leonard, “but,” He emphasised before continuing on, “I will check files after breakfast and get that information to you as soon as possible” Kirk explained while waiting for Leonard to get his food. “You’d better” Leonard grumbled, “You know, you should really work on speaking up or people won’t be sure if you’re talking to them or yourself,” Jim pretended to lecture, “And you should really work on not being an ass” Leonard bit back as he grabbed his tray and they went to find a place to sit. The two ate breakfast together without much in the way of real conversation, just the occasional comment on what they would be doing today. When Leonard finished his breakfast, which he knew was less than it should have been, he said goodbye to Jim and headed to the medbay to see what today’s damage was.

Y/N and Uhura sat quietly for a few moments, out of sight of the replicators. Uhura finally broke their little bubble of silence, “Are you alright? Bones can kind of be an asshole, and generally in a foul mood” She smiled, trying to encourage Y/N to do the same from within her newly acquired air of gloom. “Yeah, he just scared me,” Y/N replied in a small voice. “Look they aren’t at the replicators anymore if you still want some food” Uhura cheered, pointing in the direction of the, now mostly deserted replicators.

“Okay” Y/N smiled weakly as she stood. They walked to the replicators, where Uhura picked out some fruit and oatmeal, Y/N had picked a cookie and some fruit of her own. “Sooo,” Uhura drawled, “Did I see you blush?” She prodded with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, but I’m allowed to be embarrassed when I run into strangers” Y/N defended, “Alright,” Uhura gave in as they took their seats.

Formatting took an eternity 😮‍💨

Mummy?

Chapter 2: Chuckaboos

Scooby Doo Victorian au

⚠️: none

word count: 919

Summary: When a well liked and trusted stable boy goes missing in a wealthy neighbourhood, a few well off young ladies and gentlemen (and their dog) see fit to do some… investigation.

Frederick lay on the ground, pale yellow waistcoat discarded and draped over the veranda railing some yards away. Fred leaned up on an elbow, “Hand me that lynch pin, would you?” he called out to Norville as he pulled a kerchief out of his pocket to wipe perspiration from his brow.

Shaggy stood from his seat on the veranda and looked to the table full of various tools and pieces. “Lynch pin?” He muttered himself as he picked up a piece from the table and carried it away to Fred.

Frederick held out a hand as he heard Norville’s footsteps approaching the propped up hansom. What fell into his hand was substantially heavier than he expected. Looking down into his hand Frederick saw quite a different piece than he thought for. He looked up to Norville, one brow raised and a teasing smile had befallen his face, “Shaggy, this is the hub,” Frederick said as he waved the piece around,

Norville reached to take the piece back, “Oh no, I’ll need this too, but would you bring me a small metal peg on a metal loop,” Frederick explained, this time being sure Norville knew what to look for.

“Erm, right then,” Norville said, running back to the veranda to fetch the correct piece, a slight blush rushing to his face.

Scooby sat up on the step, the aforementioned lynch pin hanging from his mouth. “Rhis run?” Scooby asked, the piece nearly falling out of his mouth in the process.

“That looks right,” Norville said, thanking Scooby as he gingerly took the piece from between Scooby’s teeth.

Behind Norville, came the pattering of feet. He turned to hand Frederick the lynch pin, “Here y-” He froze for a moment, hand mid way through the transaction.

Miss Blake smiled at him, “Hello, Shaggy,” she greeted. Velma looked down at the pin in Norville’s hand. And took it away to where she assumed it belonged.

“Ehm, hello, Miss Blake,” Norville said, his hand finally dropping to his side as he realised he was no longer holding anything.

“How are you this morning?” Miss Blake asked as she looked back at Velma’s retreating figure.

Norville scratched the back of his neck, “Fred’s been puttering about with the hansom this morning. I’ve simply tried not to hinder the process,” He said awkwardly.

“Yes, I think that’s something of a regular occurrence for Fred,” Miss Blake commiserated as she walked up to the veranda and sat by Scooby on the steps. She scratched his ear, “I’ve brought you something,” Miss Blake said, reaching into a hidden pocket of her dress skirts with her available hand. She pulled out a treat and held it out for Scooby who promptly took it.

Scooby crunched the treat, spilling crumbs down the stairs and all into Miss Blake’s skirts. “Oh dear, Scooby, please do try to compose yourself,” She warned as she shook out her skirts.

Out by the hansom Velma was talking to Frederick, who was very nearly done working the wheel back onto the carriage. “Did you read the paper this morning?” Velma asked as Frederick finished putting the lynch pin into place.

“No, I don’t recall having read it, though I think Shaggy did. Why do you ask?” Came Frederick’s response as he stood up and dusted himself off.

“Charles 'disappeared’ recently,” Velma said with a certain emphasis on disappeared. 

“I can’t imagine that the Clarke family would ever get rid of him,” Frederick said, trying to remember anything at all distasteful about the man in question.

“Neither can I,” Velma agreed, “I thought we might visit the neighbourhood and… investigate,” She said, almost conspiratorially.

“Alright then, just let me get the carriage off the block and we’ll have a look,” Frederick turned toward the veranda to call for Norville.

“Shaggy, come and help me lift this!” Frederick shouted,  bending down to find a good grip on the underside of the carriage. Norville was with them shortly, catching the carriage’s edge on the other side.

“When we lift the hansom, grab the block, Velma,” Frederick instructed as he prepared to lift the end of the carriage. “Ready,” Fred and Shaggy braced themselves, and Velma was kneeling in front of the block. “Lift!” Frederick exclaimed. In a rush the carriage’s front end was elevated and Velma was pulling the block away.

“Let’s not do that again,” Norville panted as they put down the carriage. Fred and Norville wiped up their hands as they all walked back to the veranda.

“It’s not my intention to have to do it again any time soon,” Frederick stated as he grabbed his waistcoat from the railing.

“If you ladies will wait here a moment, I’ll bring Dolly and Brandy around for the hansom,” He said as he did up the buttons and walked off to the stables.

“He really won’t let anyone else handle those horses will he?” Miss Blake commented as they all watched him trot off into the distance the estate.

“No, I don’t think he would,” Shaggy said, grabbing his overcoat from one of the chairs.

Frederick came back, leading Dolly and Brandy to the carriage, “There you are girls,” He cooed as he began setting them up with the carriage, making sure everything was properly fastened. After double checking everything and patting the horses as praise for cooperating so well, Frederick turned once more to the veranda. “Come along then my dear Chuckaboos!” He called as he hopped into the box seat and took up the reins.

Teehee, I love Fred and Shaggy

Daring To Grow Up

Chapter 2: Waterlogged

⚠️: near drowning and just a bit of wlw lemon-y goodness

word count: 1534

summary: Grown ups don’t get to stay lost boys, Peter won’t let them. So what happens when one grows up, but refuses to leave Neverland and won’t be killed for it?

Just under the lagoon’s surface, Honey could feel herself being pulled backward. Something which concerned her for three main reasons: One: Who exactly had it out for her, two: She couldn’t fathom holding her breath much longer than a few seconds more, and three: Honey was absolutely certain that the shore, a place where she could breathe, was in the opposite direction.

The hand around her ankle sent her leg rigid and tense, somehow colder than the water itself. Honey twisted and kicked, her dress beginning to swirl and flare around her, almost like she was watching everything in slow motion.

Little bubbles collected on her skin and she couldn’t help but think of them as little friends come to try and help her away from this mess. It didn’t do much to calm her mind in this moment of terror, but there it was, the littlest bit of flickering light in what was otherwise complete darkness.

The water around her seemed to get colder and darker, until her surroundings were entirely shrouded in darkness. The desire to breathe finally clawed too intensely at Honey’s throat as her chest tightened. She breathed in deeply, the tightening replaced by an instant burning sensation as her lungs filled themselves with water.

The water around her began to brighten again, but it didn’t matter as the edges of her vision began to dim and blur and time seemed to slow itself. She had gone numb what felt like quite some time ago, but the last thing she felt before losing consciousness altogether was the sudden warming of the water.

Maybe it was moments and maybe it was hours, but when Honey next awoke it was like consciousness shocked through her body and she sat bolt upright. She spluttered and coughed, small amounts of water came out of her lungs as her body worked desperately to relieve itself of all the misplaced water. It certainly didn’t look like so much water as it came out of her lungs, but be damned if it didn’t feel like she had inhaled the whole lagoon.

“Are you alright?” A seemingly small and angelic voice asked. It was a voice that called to something within Honey’s memory, she was sure she knew it, but much like a distant smell in the forest, she couldn’t quite put her finger on who it belonged to.

“Fine- just fine,” Honey spit out between coughing fits. The fits were growing substantially smaller as she ran out of water to spit up, but they were still giving her quite the run for her money. As Honey went to cover her mouth in the crook of her elbow she became vividly aware of her dress being soaked through and sticking to her like a second skin.

As though she had only just become wet, Honey began shivering. “Not to seem terribly forward,” The voice began again and Honey turned to meet the eyes of whoever was speaking. As Honey turned she was entirely awestruck, she did know that voice after all. “But you should probably take that off,” the voice continued. Honey didn’t seem to register the rather crude, albeit practical, suggestion. She only sat there, agape, as though intending to catch flies.

A delicate hand reached out to close her mouth again, not that Honey was aware enough of her surroundings to know her jaw had gone slack in the first place. The face before her shone a glimmering and coquettish little grin and Honey was further hypnotised.

It happened every time, Honey found herself trapped in the gaze of these incredibly blue eyes, almost black and speckled with white as though they held the universe within those irises. Honey could almost feel her heart stop in her chest as she tore her gaze away to study the rest of this familiar face.

The seemingly permanent glistening and glittering of her skin, and the place just below her jaw where the gills cut into the skin of her throat. Honey couldn’t help herself as her hand began to reach out to softly stroke the spot. She had seen these gills a million times before and still every time was like the first time for her.

Then Honey’s eyes were drawn once more to her starlit eyes, only to see concern and confusion laden there. Her lips were moving, her pale blue lips, they looked so soft as Honey felt herself drawn nearer. The lips began moving faster, what was she doing?

“Hello?” The soft voice called for what must have been the third or fourth time judging by the note of urgency in her voice. Honey dropped her hand before it could reach the gilled skin and the look of wonderment slipped from her face.

“Oh?” Was all Honey managed, but what she was thinking was ‘Gee your lips look delicious, like they taste of sea salt and fresh fruit’. Honey really couldn’t shake the desire to find out if that’s really what they tasted like or if it was something wholly indescribable.

“Are you alright now? What happened?” She asked as she leaned in a bit closer and ran her scaled fingers through Honey’s damp and tangled curls.

“I am so much better than alright now, Annett,” Honey let out breathily with a special kind of emphasis on the mermaid’s name and shortly followed her admittance with a fit of airy giggles.

“We’ll see about that,” Annett said as she dragged one nail down Honey’s neck. “Now, tell me, what did happen?” She pushed the subject a bit harder, sensing a slight air of avoidance in Honey’s general attitude.

“Small pirate chase through the woods,” Honey confessed quietly with a small shrug. Annett raised an eyebrow in question, as though she were silently saying, ‘is that all or would you like to elaborate?’.

“Maybe I got chased to the edge and jumped as a last resort,” Honey rushed to say, somehow thinking that saying it faster would be equal to simply not having said it at all.

“And let me guess, you didn’t actually concern yourself with any alternatives?” Annett asked Honey as she traced patterns over the skin on Honey’s neck. Honey blushed deeply and sat silent for a moment with a look over her face as if trying to come up with something to say back to her.

“You know,” Annett started as she leaned impossibly closer to Honey, but somehow, to Honey’s dismay, still wasn’t actually touching her. “I could drown every last one of them for you,” Annett made the offer and brought the hand that had previously been tracing down her neck back up to trail a finger over Honey’s lower lip.

“Hmm,” Honey hummed mindlessly as she leaned into Annett’s touch, “I think.” Honey said trying to gather the rest of her thought, “That maybe that can wait,” She finished the thought by leaning in to finally kiss Annett.

Honey turned in Annett’s hold to face her fully, hands finding their way down to Annett’s waist. She pressed her fingers into the flesh there, almost like she was trying to memorise every last detail of this particular moment.

The hand tangled into Honey’s hair pulled just enough to make her gasp, Annett took this opportunity to gently slide her tongue past Honey’s lips. The waves gently ebbed and flowed on the shore and warm water met Honey’s feet in rhythmic patterns.

As Annett pulled away to let Honey breathe, she kept a hand gently tucked into her side. The air around them had cooled considerably and the horizon had grown quite dim. Annett looked out over the lagoon, at the sunset, “You really should be going now, before it gets too dark,” The mermaid said wistfully, without looking at Honey.

Honey understood the hint, the mermaids had this odd curfew, all locked away into coral housing before it got dark.

Honey stood and shook the sand from the bottom of her dress, but most of the sand stuck to the damp material anyway. “Oh, don’t forget this,” Honey turned and looked to see what she may be forgetting. Annett held the glimmering dagger out to Honey, “You dropped it, and I know how difficult this must have been to get,” Annett offered with a smile.

“Thank you,” Honey said as she reached down for the blade. Their fingertips gently grazed each other, but instead of continuing to move on, Honey held her fingertips over Annett’s a moment longer.

“You have to go now,” Annet gently reminded both Honey and herself, she pulled her hand away. “Goodbye,” She said, and the word had such an air of finality that Honey felt something invisible clench around her heart.

“Only for now,” Honey assured before she turned to walk away. And she did, she almost made it all the way into the woods before she stopped herself and looked back. When she looked, all she caught was a glimpse of Annett’s tail disappearing into the lagoon.

And that, Honey told herself, is probably for the best. “I would have let her drown me if I stayed much longer,” She muttered to herself and kicked a small rock at the edge of the forest.

Boy do I love doing this crap 💩

À̷͝b̴͏̷̶͏a̢̨͜͠͞ǹ̢͏d̴̴̢͜o̸̧͘n҉͏e͟͡d̸̴̛͢͢ ̶̨́͢b͟͡y͢͞͝͏̨ ̷͘͜͡G͢ǫ̷̧͟ḑ̕͠ ̷͠ End of Chapter 2, A deal with the Devil, Part 8, The Meeting.

Everything moved around him, the fabric of reality tearing at the seams, unable to take the force of the madman snapping the strings of the universes very existence, and using nothing but the force of his anguish and being so fed up with all of this shit. Wilford Warfstache has had enough. He didn't even have to take another step, the world itself flowed around him terrified. Everything was a blur of light, but through the light, he felt his physical form break, and for a split second he had a moment of clarity to wonder if this is what Dark feels when his shell breaks. It was pain and power and it mixed to form a concoction that overwhelmed him and left him with one goal, the goal he had been created with. The goal he has and will always have, and no amount of 'family' (Traitors) or 'Love" (Restraints) or even Hatred (Let them see what I am) could ever get in the way again. He'll do more than bringing the world to its knees, He'll bring it to its knees, gag it and shoot it in its forehead. A proper execution , fitting for what they put all of them through. Put him through. His one goal. Cause chaos. Fuck Yes. Who's the better first target than the one who was just like him. Devil may care attitude, no, there was only room for one of them in this world. And once he's killed him. The light went dark The world cowers around him as he touches the matter in front of him only to have it part, making room for the energy coursing out of what was once his physical form. He reached further looking for that one smell. The smell of the clinic, or at least a nightmarish version of it. He found it through the door between realities, the one Dark used to possess. The one that was now left unguarded and broken in the wake of the manipulators fall. The king had fallen and the throne was up for grabs. He reaches forward and grabs his creator. N ow onto Poor, corrupted Green. Green doesn't remember a time where he wanted his brothers more. The calm, teacher-likeness of Blue, the strong, protectiveness of Red, and the bright, idealistic nature of Oliver that almost acted as a sedative for Green. It was beautiful how they worked together. His memory files don't exactly entail what happened that day, all he could process was the feeling of fading. His memories themselves disappearing with every tick of the clock. He remembers his older brothers tear stricken face. The look of realization and horror. He remembers Oliver screaming about the experiments. Ah, yes. The horrible betrayal of every ego they had called their friends. Blue had specifically said to never let the others know, Not Red (Damien) or Oliver ever see what had to be done to save everyone. Never. The Experiments they had called "Project-Rebirth"

Damien was his brother, His closest brother. Oliver was the emotional one, The fandom would have loved him, and Blue was the leader and was always working but Damien always had time for him, now that he thinks about it. He and Damien spent most of their time together. His core aches. God, where were they? The static holding him in chains and keeping him silent glitches again. What was Anti doing?

Green had awoken to the feeling of his system screaming and terrible pain. Before he knew it, He was trapped in chains, and Anti was maneuvering his body like it had been his all along. Green didn't try to look to the outside world. He didn't want to know where he was or what Anti was doing, or killing. He just wanted his brothers. That was until the familiar calm voice of a narrator softly broke through Antis control to Green. Green snapped up and tried to follow the once soft, but growing louder, voice back to reality, but it was as if he hit a wall and wasn't allowed to go further. Sensation in his fingers returned, only to feel they were wet. and Green could only guess what that meant. His audio sensors picked up more noises. but the wall of static prevented him from listening to anything more than his voice. Anti was approaching someone, and Green nearly ran away from the wall back to sweet arrogance in fear he might just be witnessing Anti murder someone in his body, but the narrator's voice reached what Green could only interpret as a yell of anger and crashing sounds were present and Green realized the voice belonged to the one and only Host, and Green is filled with fear, The Host could take him out. Kill him with only a few words. But, that also meant he might kill Anti. Maybe He would see that Green isn't himself and save him. Maybe... Green allowed himself to hope.

Anti is once again faced with the mysterious ego from earlier, except, he is not as rational as before. He's frustrated, angry. And Anti knows why. The bat-wielding ego is furious because Mark managed to get away, Damn Wilford, and he was so close. Anti knows what that's like. To be so close. To taste freedom, To have the reins up in the air and making a grab for them, only for them to fade to dust just when you have them. Anti isn't afraid one bit. He knows exactly how this young ego is feeling. He's been there, and it's a bitter, burning feeling to be so close. Greens tugging on the chains, trying got see more, and it isn't nearly enough to actually do anything, but its all the tired droid can do and it bugs Anti for him to be so uncooperative, So he yanks on the chains keeping Green tied, effectively throwing him to black, allowing not a single thing to slip through that threshold from Antis corruption of his programming and Green consciousness. Now he could turn his full attention to the new ego in town....

....Who was currently lobbing his bat to the surrounding desks and cabinets. Papers and scalpels are forced into the air, where they looked to revolve around the Ego and his growing anger, the overhead bulb caught the sharp edges highlighting them and the fury in the ego missing eyes. Before scattering to the floor with a clatter. Unfortunately for him, Green is not so willing to give in just yet. Green sees Anti hesitation and gives it all he's got, and slams into the threshold. Green, for a second only a second a split blissful millisecond where he was so close. His programming and sensors and everything, functions and accepts him as the rightful owner. The wall bends and he feels relieved, Anti doesn't even notice the whirring of fans and Greens system trying to hurt him before the Unhinged Ego who was moments before lost in rage, stopped cold. He heard. He was a statue. Motionless as if had never moved at all, Bat clutched in both hands level with his hip, backed turned to Anti, before slowly turning his head towards him. Empty eye sockets looking through him. Anti freezes. Green does too.

Anti shoves Greens back hard enough for the droid to pass out as Anti feels his hosts thoughts go silent like a dying light extinguish out of existence, and Anti is not sure he'll come back. That's the least of his worries. Actor is right in front of him, glaring him down bat raised up high ready to swing. Anti knows better. Anti know exactly what to do. Anti does what he's best at. He looks into the eyes of death and smiles. It's a small smile, but it holds a promise. A peace offering Actor freezes. And then Antis speaks, but the words don't sound right. Like Green has been thrown into a sea of people all speaking together, but their voices are hoarse and gravelly. And maybe a little Irish strangely enough. Then it clicks. And Actor realizes he should have known from the moment he sensed him. Anti Actor answers by lowering his bat to the ground and leans on it with both hands. And then answers with a smile of acceptance.

END OF CHAPTER 2

"look at me." [l.f.]

Chapter 2/???

synopsis: you'd never believed in something from those horror movies actually happening in real life: a cute boy walks into a coffee shop, flirts playfully with the pretty barista until she writes her number on the heat sleeve of his cup and they hook up - then he kills anyone who looks in her direction and holds her captive for the rest of her life, forcing her into marriage and having a family all while hiding the truth from the world outside of their front door. because.. things like that didn't happen in real life; until that gorgeous blond boy walked into the front door of your coffee shop.

genre: romance, horror (yandere themes)

pairing: yandere!lee felix x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

WARNINGS: character death (changbin), horror content, cutting of skin, mentions of torture and death, literal death scenes DO NOT READ IF you can not stomach it.

notes: meeting changbin + changbin meeting his end

A quick reminder - this fic is FICTIONAL and in no way is supposed to represent any of the Stray Kids members whatsoever. It's just for fun, and never anything I would think would actually happen. Images depicted in this fic are just that - completely fictional!

It started with an Instagram post Felix had never seen before.

Only because you had just uploaded it. Thirty-two seconds ago, and Changbin was at his side, their arms pressed together and Felix's eyes dragging to the screen of his friend's phone curiously. It was tipped to show him the photo he'd scrolled and found.

Felix wasn't aware Changbin knew you. Or knew of you.

How long had he known you? Were the two of you longtime friends? No - That's quickly ruled out as Felix figures he would've found out a long time ago if one of his closest friends was in your friend group. Changbin surely would've bragged sooner about being friends with a girl that pretty if he was sitting here looking at photos of you. Ogling you, one might say.

He inhales, the breath slow and deep in his lungs, filling every crevice of the organs before he shifts to tip his head in closer. He can do nothing about the way his eyes widen, whites further revealed and pupils blowing so large that they almost completely overtake the deep chocolate that surrounds them. That is one thing he can't control. Not yet. He'll figure out how to hide the way he looks at you soon enough.

"She's so gorgeous," are the words that leave Changbin's mouth. Felix's eyes dart to watch plump lips form over each syllable that leaves a pink tongue tinged red from some energy drink the older man had gotten ahold of. His left lid twitches in an itch to shove his fist down the other's throat and shut him up then and there - but the words he spoke were true, at the very least.

You were gorgeous; Beautiful; Like a deity to Aphrodite. Felix had never seen such wonders in someone who was flawed. Well - Of course he acknowledged that there were acne scars, your lips weren't completely even in size - your left brow arched just a tad bit more than the right. But by God, if you weren't the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on.

Felix lets his eyes fall back on the picture of you - plastered on Changbin's phone like it's a trophy. He won't scroll past it because he's still looking, even dragging two fingers apart to zoom in on the latte you're holding just to peer at the art created on top from soft milky foam. It makes Felix let out the breath he wasn't aware he had been holding. He doesn't want to watch this, but he can't tear his eyes away from you when you're just - there. In person or on screen.

-

"Good morning!"

He'd never break routine. Showing up for a Steamer - one that he'd always let you choose the flavoring of. You'd never let him down; Cheesecake, Mocha, Pistachio, Caramel. He would take what you would hand him as if it were on a silver platter and garnished with love.

Three weeks - and he'd finally gotten you across from him.

"So this lady handed me a cheese curd from the diner across the street - through the drive thru window."

What a fun story. Were you wearing a new lipgloss? Your mouth - Your lips were shining in a way they never had before. There's glitter mixed in the clear shine and he's staring, head tipping to the side in clear interest. You hadn't picked up on it, too engrossed in the re-telling of your 'wild' day at work. Felix's brows cock upwards when he realizes you're no longer speaking, and then you turn away.

You turn your back to him, and his eyes drop finally to your neck. What he would give to lay a hand on it - to feel how soft your skin is under his fingertips. What he would give to caress over the nape of it when he got to kiss you. What he would do to be able to hold you.

"Oh - shit, okay." Your eyes fall back on Felix across from you and he smiles, eyes already glued to your own. "I think my ride is here, but talk soon?" You're already standing and grabbing your bag from the floor where you'd been sitting, moving to leave the cafe in a rush. There you go with a simple goodbye.

-

He'd already had you across from him.

"Yeah I went in there a couple weeks ago and I couldn't find a place to sit. She was sitting alone so I asked if I could sit with her and she let me - Then she had to get back to work, so that's how i found out she was just on break 'n that she worked there."

Changbin chuckles at his own little story, shortening it and leaving out that the two of you had a nice little conversation for about twenty minutes about just.. the world. Your lives - Who you were, how the weather was. And you were so polite; So kind, and pretty - and you didn't find it oddly creepy when Changbin had asked to exchange Instagrams with you where your conversation carried into messages back and forth each day and night.

Nothing past friendly banter, of course.

Felix smiles. "She's nice, isn't she?" To which Changbin nods. "I think every time I pop in there she's working." Of course you were. Monday through Friday, seven in the morning to one in the afternoon. On Tuesdays you went to a friends house immediately after for... well, Felix wasn't sure. He knew where they lived, though.

"She's usually there, yeah." Changbin comments without much thought behind it.

Oh. So he'd gone in to see you before. Multiple times.

-

[CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of death and torture ahead. Read at your own risk.]

"I'm so sorry."

Felix felt no remorse where he stood. The concrete was scuffed beneath his feet, gritted and littered with dirt and dust and footprints from his sneakers. Four lines dug into the ground where Felix had drug a chair in, then buffed them out by dragging Changbin in as well. He'd propped his unconscious body up before layering rope after rope onto him to hold him there. Admittedly, the knots weren't that great - which is why the rope was wrapped so many times.

Changbin was a force to be reckoned with - but Felix was in love.

No amount of pure muscle could stop him from getting what he wanted; And he wanted Changbin out of the picture.

He'd found him in the kitchen of his apartment in the early morning hours and hit him over the head so hard with a brick he'd collected outside the building that he thought he'd killed him on impact with the way Bin's body dropped like dead weight. He'd smacked his head again on the counter as he went down and blood began to pool on the pale eggshell tiles. He'd clean it up later, he swore.

He brought him to the empty parking garage just behind the apartment building. No one parked there anymore. It was shut down for construction a long time ago and as the years went on, plans fell through and now it was claimed un-usable because of how bad it was falling apart. But Felix had spent so much time there watching sunsets and thinking about being there with you that it was almost like a second home - Like a treehouse to a child who lived a rather sheltered life and found it to be their only escape.

That chair? Something Felix had brought there a while ago just to lounge on. It's dingy, it's old, but it does the job, and it creaks under Bin's weight when he begins to stir.

He can't talk. He can't see. He's barely breathing.

"... God, I'm so sorry."

Felix feels nothing. No emotions course through his veins when he looks at Changbin. There's no hatred, no anger - no feeling of being upset with his friend for spending time with you. There's nothing. Felix is empty, like a void in space where there's only one, tiny, glimmering star that slowly burns brighter each time he hits Changbin in the chair. Every time he swings the pocketknife and cuts into the skin of the other's cheek despite him turning his head away.

He's choking. He's growing limp in the seat. He's beginning to go pale.

Felix has barely done anything. He hasn't even told Changbin why he's here - why he's tied to that goddamn chair. He hasn't told him that the girl of his dreams put him there because surely this wasn't Felix's fault at all.

No.. No, he said nothing would ever be your fault.

This was on Changbin's hands. His own demise was his own fault. He'd been stupid enough to get close to you and talk to you like you were meant to be there, sitting across from each other in the coffee shop while he was probably giving you heart eyes and-- .. Now?

Now there's nothing.

When Felix steps in closer to look between parted thighs that had fallen open when the life escaped from the body it had been trapped in, he sees nothing. Soft hues of brown had turned from a warm cocoa into a cool taupe. The whites had fogged over with a soft scuff and the glassy look they'd held each time Changbin had smiled and laughed was long gone.

He'd been gone for a while, and Felix had just been hitting and slicing at a hunk of meat tied to a chair in an empty, broken down parking ramp.

-

You sat at the corner table with your eyes trained on the front door to the cafe. It was almost five in the evening, time for closing - and he hadn't shown today. You'd taken a soft notice of the fact that the man you'd contacted recently after meeting - Changbin, the sweetheart who'd tugged at your heartstrings the moment he sat across from you with a cinnamon roll in hand - often appeared in the shop on Friday evenings after work.

Today it seemed he had other things to do. Which, was fine. You'd gotten off early and stayed around just to see him, however. Hoping to see his smile when he entered the shop and saw you relaxing there with a coffee and your phone out.

He always smiled when he saw you. Maybe that was.. what you liked about him the most. He looked forward to seeing you, and when he finally let his eyes fall on you on those Friday evenings, he lit up like a Christmas Tree someone kept up all year round.

But, maybe someone had pulled the plug and let those lights fall dark. And as you sit there at the table waiting for him to step through the door, the coffee shop remains empty around you. One of your coworkers places her hand on your shoulder, gently coaxing you from your seat and ushering you out the door so she can lock up properly.

The cold air of the evening hits your cheeks and you suck in a small breath, deciding to treat yourself to a drink after working a longer shift. You deserved it. Had to get over the sorrow somehow, right?

-

"Good morning!"

"Morning."

Felix replies this time. He's smiling, eyes brighter than usual two days after he rids of his friend. "Can I get my usual steamer today? Ah - large."

"Ooh, a large? Are you sure you can handle four more ounces of hot milk, big boy?" Your grin is infectious and Felix is giggling as well, tugging his card holder from his jacket pocket to pay for the drink. When he looks to the screen in front of him, the price drops three dollars and he realizes you've put your employee discount on it for him. Just for him.

All for him.

"Big boy?" His voice lilts in a teasing manner and you just bite your lip in reply, still smiling. The skin of your cheeks dimples and Felix finds solace in knowing he'd be the only one in the future to make you shine like that. Being in your presence was the same as sitting in the sun atop the broken parking ramp, letting the rays soak into his skin and create a warmth that coated his entire body like the gel over hard candies with soft insides.

"You're working a Sunday." He claims in slight surprise, watching the way you pause from stepping back from the register. He needs a little more conversation from you after being out of the shop for a few days to make sure nobody caught on - nothing was found. You laugh, then nod, and Felix finds himself smiling just a little more at your giggle.

"Yeah, just- uh, covering for someone who called in today. Six day work week I guess, whoo!~" The ending is soft sarcasm, your hands lifting in the air with a fist pump and drained tone. Working so often was never fun for anyone - even if you were a pretty barista.

And then you turn, and he sees the bruise that had been sucked into the skin of your neck. It's well hidden by your hair and the collar of the shirt you're wearing today - but he sees it, ever-observant Felix. His smile almost instantly drops at the notion that Changbin couldn't have done that considering it had been days.

Huh.

Looks like Felix is going hunting.

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Tada! Chapter two in the books, woo hoo! I think a lot of the chapters are going to be written this way with introductions to the characters and then how they know you/what spurs Felix to grow irritated and take them out. I like it, kind of? It feels rushed. I need to figure out how to not push the plot so quickly. Anyway - hope you enjoyed!

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6/13/2023

CHAPTER TWO UPDATE!

I am officially done with chapter two! Between family issues and my wisdom teeth getting yanked out of me, I thought I would never be able to get chapter two finished, but it is! Half of why it is so late is on me, due to the fact that I wanted it to be just enough lore explaining of this world that I created, which is hard when all I want to do is scream it from the roof tops like Rafiki introducing Simba for the first time, but I think I got the perfect mixture down to let you guys know enough while still having a hint of mystery.

Chapter Two:

roughly 24,332 words

Introduce another RO in the weirdest way possible.

Join the "book club" on an important discovery about you.

Meet a bunch of more characters that live in Lockwood.

Be able to stand up for your aunt.

Watch your familiar battle it out with a giant snake.

A deeper look into your family

Meet the princes and princesses of hell.