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yoongsisbae · 3 years ago

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Caught! House of Cards - Chapter 3

You joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down…

OT7 yandere!BTS x reader / Namjoon x Taehyung x reader this chapter

Oh, I was dying writing this chapter so I think I wrote it well? Heh there’s a lot going on, so you have been warned lol. Also hope to post HOAL soon, that is if BTS would stop attacking me with all these sexy bad boy photoshoots that scream C!HOC mens. Sorry, but can you really blame me? :(

Warnings: 18+ dark themes, reader manipulation, scary yandere behavior, voyeur, masturbation, lots of drinking and drunkenness, dubcon, dry humping on the dance floor lol, this is pretty filthy, all of them are horny, dom!Namjoon, dom!Taehyung, Tae’s a lot, shibari, bondage, blindfold, rough sex, edging, multiple orgasms, threesome, degradation, Yoongi continues to be a meanie, slut shaming, extreme regret for reader that could be triggering I think, tell me if I need to tag anything else

PSA: to reiterate, this is a yandere fic, this is all fantasy, this is scary, no one actually wants this to happen to them irl. But I’m also here for you if you wanna enjoy some hot fictional villains, alright? I got u boo.

Word Count: 8.7k

Playlist: Rotimi - Push Button Start // Shenseea - Blessed (with Tyga) // ROSALIA - Con Altura // Sean Paul - Go Down Deh // Afro B - Drogba // Aya Nakamura - Pookie // DJ Nelson - PAPI //J Balvin - Amarillo // SUPA NYTRO - Tik Pon Cock // Paris Lain - Way (links here)

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“P-please...”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum, Daddy.”

He groans in your ear. “Hmm no.” He pulls his fingers out of you, you hold onto the banister as your orgasm escapes you. Your body shakes with need.

“You’ll come find me later tonight, won’t you, baby girl?” His warmth leaves your body, when you turn around no one is there.

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Your legs are still shaking as you make your way downstairs. You tried not to think about the slick between your thighs as you descended each step, or think about RM’s warm breath against your ear. No, you won’t think about his deep voice that makes you shiver still, or the way he massaged your neck like he had done it a hundred times before...out of all the weird fucked up things you thought could happen tonight, never ever did you expect to meet RM again.

He reminded you of all the reasons why you allowed yourself to fall deeper into that kind of exhibitionistic lifestyle as a carded member. The money was good, but the sweetest rewards were corporal. The saccharine praise your admirers would give you became addicting. You even became close to some of them, for an extra fee.

What was it your old school counselor would say? It wasn’t about the destination, the real reward was the friends you made along the way. Except your new friends told you all their dirty filthy desires and watched as you would get off for them. You learned quickly your sexual appetite was ravenous, the more you indulged the worse it got. You had been starved for attention for so long, quarantine only amplifying your loneliness, and the dark site fed you well.

RM also reminded you of all the reasons why you left. You still don’t understand how you fell so deep so fast, let digital become physical when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. The House Rules made the descent into filth almost inevitable. During your only experience inside The House, you had been shown truths you didn’t want to face, depravities you enjoyed. After that night you went home, showered away your sins until your skin burned, logged out and never logged back in. It was the best way to end your addiction to House of Cards, end it cold turkey.

You were not prepared for this again. You were not prepared for how much you craved it.

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The party became wild. Your body now hyper aware of everything after RM worked you up so skillfully and denied you any release. The music reverberates throughout the halls, the beats of the bass clashes with the pounding in your head. The smell of drugs and sex assaults your nostrils, and every time a dancer bumps into you, your body remembers RM’s touch.

So many bodies around you and you feel all alone like an outcast. Where’s Yoongi? You're beginning to miss that annoying smirk and the overconfident man attached to it, you could use some of that confidence right now.

As the room spins around you, your eyes find the place where you had been standing. You’re disappointed it’s empty. Not that you knew what RM looked like, but you feel like you’d recognize him as soon as you saw him, a man like that would look like walking sin.

You shift your upward gaze to the gold ropes hanging from the ceiling, eyes traveling down until you meet the glistening body of a woman. She’s so beautiful it makes you ache, arms secured behind her back, her leg extended and tied high, her other leg bent and pressed to her side and her spread open for everyone to see.

You play with the pendant around your neck, and you can’t help but imagine yourself in her position, tied up for everyone to see, for Yoongi to watch. You’re soaking. You need a drink.

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“Hey,” you bump into Yoongi’s side as you sit down, grabbing his whisky glass and downing what’s left. The burning liquid makes you grimace, face scrunching up in distaste.

He pulls the glass from your grip, looking you up and down, sharp eyes narrowing, “Where have you been?”

“I got lost.” His arm snakes around your waist. His touch feels good, you don’t want to admit how much your body yearns for more, wants to be wanted. “Where are Jimin and Hobi?”

“Dancing,” Taehyung interjects as he gets closer to you, offering you another glass of champagne. You take it gratefully, sipping on the sweet liquid, anything to numb the ache you feel inside.

His eyes sparkle as he scrutinizes you up close, examining your dark makeup and tight dress. He wants to smear the red lipstick on your lips with his fingers, and his mouth, and his cock. He wants to stain your pretty black dress with his cum, let the milky white fluid drip all over the black silky fabric, between your breasts-

“I’m sorry, what is your name again?”

You ask him so innocently, Taehyung can forgive you for forgetting. Jungkook on the other hand, silently simmers with rage, especially when Yoongi smirks at him, sitting pressed to your side like a lover would.

“Taehyung,” The man gives you a big wide smile, “that's Seokjin,” he points to the tall man who keeps his distance, “and this,” he hits Jungkook’s chest and pulls him into a headlock, “is Jungkook!” Taehyung leans in to whisper in your ear, “a big fan.”

Your eyes go wide, did you hear him correctly? You watch the two play fight. Jungkook punches his older friend in the side a bit harder than he was expecting, earning a yell from Taehyung. They act cute, you think, Jungkook looks too innocent, you can’t believe he had watched you in his free time.

Hoseok and Jimin find their way back into the group. “Y/n, you’re back! Yoongi was about to send out a search party for you.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, and you lean your chin onto your palm, raising your eyebrows at him, trying to hide your smile at the way they tease him.

“Is that so?” His fingers pinch the flesh of your back at your retort, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation. When you try to pull his hand away, he takes the opportunity to intertwine your fingers together, pulling you firmly to his side.

You look down at Yoongi’s hand in yours, resting on your hip. Without the alcohol cursing through your veins you might have pushed him off you, but instead you sit buzzed and docile. He acts so possessive of you in front of the others, it makes your heart race. “Well I’m here now.”

“I’ll cheers to that!” Jimin fills everyone’s drinks. 7 glasses clang together and they cheer, making you giggle as you down the glass. One cheers becomes two, and then another bottle comes, until you're welcoming back that hazed state of mind that feels so freeing. The background fades away and the booming music around you becomes muffled as you try your best to focus on the conversation, until you realize you’re in Yoongi’s lap, his veiny hands dancing around your exposed thigh. He says something you can’t hear, so you tilt your head back, resting on his shoulder, whining out a slurred, “what!”

“You’re having too much fun.” He suppresses the urge to move his fingers higher, instead tracing lazy circles into your leg, making you twist in his lap, lips parting as you enjoy the sensation. Your body feels heavy from inebriation, so you lean your weight onto him more, focused on his cold rings against your warm skin.

You move your head closer to his. “You wanted to bring me here, right?” you laugh, and you swivel your body against him, grinding into his lap to the tempo of the music. Yoongi notices the others' heated stares, so he shifts his leg, pressing his hands into your thighs, opening your legs wider, and you’re too drunk to notice or care.

Yoongi tries to hold onto his thinning composure, how many times had he thought of you like this? So receptive and needy in his arms. He enjoys your torturous hip rolls, reveling in the fact that the sight tortures his audience even more. But you’re not really paying attention to that, your body only responding to how the music beat hits so well, his growing erection encouraging you to keep rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.

“Y/n, let's go dance!” Hoseok calls out to you over the music. His request pulls you from your trance. You sit up, shaking the clouded haze from your mind.

“Dance? Okay!” You let Hoseok pull you to your feet, stumbling slightly into him.

You turn to Yoongi, “You don’t mind, do you?” you ask, ready to start a fight. He glares at you. You sway on your feet and glare back. Such a brat, he thinks, you’ll just have to be taught a lesson later. Yoongi picks up his whisky and waves you off.

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The dance floor is hot and alive with writhing bodies. You let Hoseok roll his hips into you from behind, your own hips following his movements. His toned arms lock around you, holding you, as he pulls your body lower and lower, until you’re crouched to the floor, your bodies connecting again and again as he rubs his hardening bulge into your ass to the beat.

It feels so so good, his warm body on you, seeking pleasure from one another. Every roll and buck helps to release the frustration RM did to you.

Hoseok’s hands pull your dress higher so you can spread your knees wider. He holds the bunched up fabric to your core to keep what’s left of your modesty, and your arms reach behind you to hook around his neck to keep yourself steady.

Hoseok is such a good dancer, masterfully guiding your loose body. You pull and push each other along to the sensual music, shifting your weight against your combined center of gravity as your bodies heat up in each other’s embrace.

Hoseok moves the hair from your neck away, blowing air on the back of your neck. His hand cups your breast, fondling you out in the open, “You like when I do this to you, don’t you Dahlia?” You’re too drunk to catch the pseudonym he uses.

You close your eyes focusing on his hands groping your body, your fingers fisting into his hair, pulling him closer, and his tongue licks off the sweat on your neck. Hoseok knows all the ways to leave you delirious with lust, hands running up and down your body, massaging your curves and leading your hips to meet his. If he’s making you feel this good with your clothes on, you can only imagine how amazing he’d be in bed, hips rolling against you as he fills you up with his stiff cock...

You’re so focused on Hoseok you don’t realize another body moving closer to you, another pair of hands on you, until Taehyung presses himself into your front.

The music fills your head, the dirty words being sung encouraging you to release all your inhibitions. Your arms reach out to run up Taehyung’s abdomen, up and up his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under your fingers.

He places your arms around his neck as he moves forward, his leg slotting between yours. With Hoseok grinding against your back and Taehyung rubbing against your front, you feel like you’re going to combust. The crowd around you is a blur, but everything about them feels so solid, so hard against you. Caged between them, you submit to every caress, every touch from both men.

Taehyung holds the back of your head to keep your eyes on him as Hoseok leaves open mouth kisses on your shoulder. Taehyung’s thumb caresses your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.” his mouth slides across your jaw, under your ear, licking and nibbling at your lobe, giving you goosebumps, “You’re the most beautiful woman here.”

You place your finger over his mouth pushing him away, too embarrassed to hear more, but your hips can’t help but push into him at the praise.

“Come with me,” he pulls you away from Hoseok, his friend winking at him behind your back, and you foolishly follow him through the sea of dancing bodies.

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Pulling you into a dark corner, he cages you in before you can protest. Lips finding your neck, hooking a finger under your choker, pulling up, forcing your neck to tilt so he can reach more skin. Even if you want more, you still have some sense left in you to know letting Yoongi’s friend do this to you in front of everyone is a bad idea. “W-wait. Yoongi will-”

Taehyung’s arm slams into the wall. The noise startles you into silence. It’s Yoongi, always Yoongi. What about him? He steadies his breathing after noticing your wide eyes.

“Y/n, do you know who I am?” He leans onto the wall hovering over you, dark eyes peering down at you as he waits for your answer.

You feel your stomach drop under his intimidating gaze. “Should I know who you are?”

He answers your question with another question, “Do you know who Yoongi is? Do you really have no idea?” His interrogation takes you aback.

“He’s one of my...v-viewers...”

“Yes, who? You never thought to ask, baby?” Taehyung looks at you so accusingly, you feel ashamed that you can’t answer him.

“Who is he?” You ask.

He smiles, a twisted grin that makes you feel uneasy. Eyes lighting up darkly once his suspicions were proved right.

“How about this, since we both have so many unanswered questions, why don’t we play a game? I’ll answer one of your questions and then you answer one of mine. I’ll even let you go first.” His playful demeanor is back, fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“Who are you?”

Taehyung smiles wide. You asked the right question. “I go by V.”

What? “You’re V?”

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You log into the House of Cards website, open your account to a litany of unread messages. Your eyes skim through them, and one catches your eye. It’s V, the second highest donator from the other night’s stream.

V: you looked so beautiful the other night. I hope to see another broadcast soon...for next time?

V sent you an eighty dollar donation and a link to a lingerie set: pink lace, a sheer see-through pattern on the cups with a matching lace thong and garter belt.

You’ve bought lingerie for men before, for then boyfriends on your anniversaries or Valentine’s day dates, but you’ve never had a man buy you lingerie before. With shipping you’ll still have money left over, so you decide to add some more things in your basket to surprise him for being such a generous donor. It’s not because you had enjoyed his compliments the most during your stream, no. You found a cute pair of thigh high socks and some stick on rhinestones, coming up with a plan to get V’s attention. You squeal once the order goes through, ‘time to arts and craft in this bitch.’

You open his message again, fingers hovering over the keyboard, what should you say? Should you make it sound sexy or cute? ‘C’mon y/n, just flirt.’

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. Just for you sexy <3

Ew ew. No. Before pressing enter you delete the last sentence.

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. See you soon ;)

You go through all your messages, in a much better mood than you’ve been in a long time. You bop your head to the music that flows through your speakers in your living room while coming up with different replies to each new viewer.

It feels good to be stress free, you think, while sipping on cup ramen because you’re still waiting until your earnings clear your account to buy groceries. You’ve managed to answer every message when a new notification dings. V attached a picture.

V: I can’t wait.

Holy... A picture of a shirtless man from the neck down pops up. He’s not overly muscular, but he’s lean and toned, with defined pecs and v-line. Mmm. ‘V’ indeed. His jeans are unbuttoned. His legs spread wide, as if he were inviting you to sit on his lap.

You’re being catfished, you surmise. This man has to be using someone else’s pictures. Or he has a face only a mother could love. Either way, you’ll play with this fantasy. it’s not like you’ll actually ever meet in real life.

So you decide to play along, it’s not like you had work to go to, or anything to do really. Locked up in your tiny home alone and slowly going stir crazy would lead to some unfortunate decisions for you. One of the worst, allowing V to get so close to you.

Abandoning your snacks, you grab your laptop and run to the bedroom, jumping on your bed. Your laptop opens to another risque photo, his jeans zipped even lower. Hand grabbing a very defined bulge resting inside his pants leg. Well fuck.

Dahlia: is that really you?

V: yes baby

V: I wish you were here with me right now. I would make you feel so good, just like you deserve.

V: How about you, am I turning you on?

You clench your legs together instinctively.

Dahlia: you are.

V: are you touching yourself?

Should you lie? You could. But the pictures and his words are doing something to you, you feel jitters and a quick pace and a throbbing core. Suddenly you have an idea.

Dahlia: why don’t you see for yourself?

You create a private room, aim your camera down, mirroring the same angle in V’s picture and send the link to him. You pull the front of your sundress down to show more cleavage and the hem up to show more leg, and you wait.

There’s a notification: ‘1 new viewer.’

V: you look so pretty, you look like a doll

V: I wish I was there.

“Yeah? What would you do to me?”

V: I would spread your legs

You spread your legs at his words. Your stream plays in Taehyung's bedroom, he watches intently, and when your panties come into view he pulls his jeans down to his thighs freeing his hard erection, slowly stroking himself to the sight of your body.

V: fuck, so good baby. being so good for me.

V: I would take off your panties. slowly

You follow his commands and slowly remove your underwear. You like being told what to do, you imagine he’s on the bed with you, telling you everything, guiding your pleasure.

V: touch yourself for me

V: you’re wet already? how cute

V: that’s a good girl, just like that

V: imagine it’s me. my fingers stuffed inside of you, giving you everything you want

V: you’re mine and mine only

V: you’re going to be mine to kiss and fuck. I’ll take care of you baby doll, make you cum all over my fingers. You want that too?

V: you're so pretty baby, you like putting on a filthy show for me? desperate little girl

V: open your legs wider

V: doing so well for me, stay just like that. you’re driving me crazy

V: cum for me

You pulse, moaning out loud, reaching your high. When your lust filled haze clears you don’t feel dirty like before, you feel good. Even better when V sends you another eighty dollar donation.

Taehyung played sweet and affectionate very well. When talking to other House members you’d try your best to keep things as vague as possible, but sometimes you’d let certain things slip with V, and he always listened so well. Shit, he treated you better than your ex. He’d send you sweet messages, gifts, and the hottest body shots. He would do that often, it made you needy for more affection. He was a part of a small group of viewers that you’d offer special private streams to. Little did you know your carefree playdates were Taehyung’s obsessions.

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Taehyung feels a special kind of gratification at the way you gawk at him, stunned into silence. “Now my turn,” Taehyung’s expression goes from playful to serious in an instant, “Why are you here with Yoongi?”

You swallow, this was V all along. You teetered between happiness and unease, you remembered all the sweet memories you had with him, but this man was still a stranger to you. He keeps staring at you, is this how he looked watching you through the computer screen? Fuck, your imagination could not have dreamed up a sexier man. Oh right, he is waiting for your answer.

You explain to him what happened, Yoongi recognizing you at your job, the agreement you made with him afterwards. Taehyung moves from hovering over you to standing by your side. He listens intently as his eyes scan the crowd. You watch the dancers as you sober up, observing the debauchery you had just been a part of. Taehyung hums as you finish your story.

“Who is-” Taehyung doesn’t let you finish, his eyes staring at the second floor’s balcony. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself. You looked so pretty up there, with my friend’s fingers inside you. You were being such a cute little slut.” His eyes roll back inside his head and he opens his mouth sighing.

He saw you. Did the others- “Did Yoongi see?!” you pull on his arm to get him to focus on you.

“No, he didn’t, just me. My turn!”

You felt tricked, using your question up already.

He turns to face you, leaning his side against the wall. You can't help but notice how he stares at you like he’s undressing you with his eyes, gaze traveling down your body and pausing at every place your skin shows, your cleavage and your thighs. “He really worked you up, you looked so guilty when you came back,” Taehyung’s teasing tone back again, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi suspected something.”

Your eyes go wide with worry. “I’m willing to keep that secret for you if...” he bites his lip and leans in whispering, “I bet you’re still wet too. Can I have a taste?”

“R-right now?”

“Yes. That’s my turn again! And I’m waiting for my answer.” He gets closer to you, pressing up against you again, his hands brushing against your thigh. You look around, how far away are you from the crowd? How far away are you from Yoongi?

His lips brush against your temple as he leans his jaw against your forehead. “No one will see. Put your hands back on my shoulder, c’mon baby, be good for me.” His body blocks you from everyone’s view.

His head in your hair, taking a long inhale, breathing in your scent, Taehyung can’t get enough of you. Your shaky arms obey him, laying loosely on top of his broad shoulders. You lay your head on his chest, even if his words come out smooth, his heart is racing as he moves quickly between your bodies, dipping his long fingers inside you. You try to bite back a moan, but it feels too good.

Taehyung feels like he’s going to burst. You’re so wet, dripping all over his hand. He tries to fight his urges, there’s so many things he wants to do to you. Your soft whimpers sound so beautiful, so much better in person. You’re his to play with, all his.

He groans, pushing you hard against the wall. He looks like he’s going to devour you, your body tenses and you clench around his fingers. It only encourages him on. You grip his shoulders as he drives his hand upward, fingers pushing into you deeply as you fight against gravity, forced to stand on your tiptoes, struggling against him as his mouth attacks your neck, biting down hard. It’s too rough, too fast. “Tae-V-stop!”

His entire body stills against you, except for his fingers, teasing you still as they steadily press around inside your walls. You try to come to your senses, but everything about him unravels you.

He whispers against your forehead. “Last round, baby doll.” His voice raspy and breathing heavy as he holds himself back from tearing the clothes off your body. “One more question for each of us. I know where RM is, do you want to know?”

'RM,' who told you to find him, and V, who knows where. You gasp and nod your head, waiting but Taehyung smiles down at you in silence, fingers sliding out of you, making you whimper and grip the wall for support when he finally gives you space. He stays quiet as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking the wetness off his palm.

Your legs feel like jello, your body buzzes with each shameless lick as you watch him. You swallow the saliva accumulating in your mouth, pushing the lump in your throat down. You know what he wants. You played right into his trap, and the worst part is you want it too.

“Where is he?”

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“If you think you’re going to keep her all to yourself you’re in for a rude awakening!” Jungkook grits out.

Yoongi sits quietly with his arms folded as Jungkook starts hurling accusations at him. Jin and Hoseok try to calm the youngest down, but it’s no use.

He grabs Yoongi’s collar, the action making Yoongi finally snap, and without warning Yoongi punches him squarely in the face. Yoongi had taken advantage of his friends holding Jungkook back and distracting him, satisfied when the young man recoils, stumbling back.

Before he can really lose it, Hoseok and Jimin drag Jungkook away, as the youngest screams all the ways he’s going to make Yoongi pay, not even aware of the blood leaking from his nose. Jin pulls Yoongi away in the opposite direction, “We need to talk.”

Jin walks Yoongi outside so they can both get some fresh air and clear their heads.

“He needs to learn not to disrespect his elders,” Yoongi mutters, wiping the blood off his knuckles.

“You know how he gets,” Jin counters, “Don’t act like you didn’t want that exact reaction from him. You were egging him on all night with y/n.”

Yoongi scoffs. He can’t stand how Jungkook acts like you belong with him. Jungkook is crazy. He’s too hot-headed and oversensitive, the complete opposite of Yoongi. The youngest suffers from inexperience and naivety. All that bark, and he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you. No, Jungkook doesn’t deserve you, Yoongi thinks, he could never take care of you like Yoongi could.

“What exactly are you trying to accomplish? You brought y/n back and we’re all happy for that, but if Jungkook is right, then I’m going to have to agree with him, brother.” Jin squeezes his friend’s shoulder and Yoongi shakes him off.

“I wasn’t going to keep her locked away.” Yoongi says dismissively. Not that he didn't think once or twice about it.

“How gracious of you.”

“Listen, I found her. She chose me before and she’ll choose me again. The last time you were with her, what happened, Brother? Hobi and Jimin, Jungkook and even you can fight over her all you want. In the end, she will come back to me.”

Jin smiles, he will let Yoongi think that. “And where is your y/n now?”

“I’ll go find her,” Yoongi goes to leave, itching to get you by his side again.

Jin’s hand on his chest stops him. Jin can’t help but smile at his poor friend’s situation, he had been tricked by the two youngest, a plan they orchestrated themselves and everyone else went along with. But Jin couldn’t keep his friend in the dark any longer, especially when revealing the truth would make the aftermath that much more entertaining for Jin.

“I have to tell you something.”

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You stand in front of the door Taehyung had led you to, your nerves on high alert. Taehyung stands behind you, humming to himself. His arm reaches over your shoulder to rapt three knocks on the door.

As the door knob turns, Taehyung exclaims behind you, “Oh! I forgot.” His long fingers cover your eyes, as he pulls your head back, your body stumbling and crashing against him.

“Taehyung!”

“Shh. Calm down, it’s more fun this way,” he whispers in your ear as you hear the door creak open.

“What do we have here?”

“I brought her for you,” Taehyung purrs. You can feel his chest puff up behind you, he’s ecstatic, you played his game so perfectly, he was so proud of you.

“Good boy.”

You feel fingers wrap around yours as Namjoon brings your hands to his lips, caressing your knuckles. “And what about you? Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

---

Jimin tends to Jungkook’s bleeding nose as Hoseok pours himself a drink. “Thanks for taking one for the team, Kookie.”

Jungkook keeps his head tilted back to stop the blood, glancing over to Hoseok, lips curving in a smile, he’s happy that he accomplished his part of the plan successfully, “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

Jimin flicks him in the forehead. “No you’re not, unless you want y/n to never forgive you.”

“She won’t,” he pouts, “she acts like she hates him. I’ll be doing her a favor.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

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The room is quiet, too quiet compared to the raucous party outside. So when Taehyung drags a chair from the corner of the room, the wood scraping against the floor sounds all the more foreboding. Goosebumps bloom on your body as if Taehyung dragged his fingernails along your skin instead.

You sit kneeling on the floor waiting, knees tucked underneath you. RM sits on the bed behind you, legs outstretched and you between them. You stare down at his shoes, shiny black loafers, and glance at his pants legs on either side of you. It's the first time you’ve ever seen a part of him. You want to look up so badly, the idea sits heavy on you, tensing every muscle in your body as you fight your curiosity. The only thing you want more is to find out what will happen if you obey them.

Taehyung pulls the chair right in front of you, facing the bed, you and RM. Another pair of shoes brush against your knees as Taehyung takes a seat.

RM’s fingers rest atop your head and keep your head tilted down while he waits for his friend to situate himself. Until eventually RM moves behind you, fingers fisting your hair and pulling you to your feet. “Go sit on his lap.”

Taehyung sits looking at you like he's just been given first place prize, smirking pridefully as you walk towards him on shaky legs. His shirt is already unbuttoned, tan skin and taunt muscles in full view. That's V, all right. Your insides ache for him, his seduction luring you in like a firefly to light.

Your dress stretches around your thighs as you straddle him, his hands grabbing at your ass and pulling your body into his.

You hear RM’s low voice growl behind you, “Kiss him.”

For a moment you think about the intense quiet man who brought you to this island, his piercing eyes flashing through your mind until Taehyung’s lips crash into yours and you can only think about how sweet the man devouring you tastes, and you kiss him back, exploring his mouth with your tongue.

His hands grope your body, pull your face closer, force away the fabric of your clothes. His touch is everywhere, keeping you distracted only on him as RM sets things up behind you.

RM pulls off his tie as Taehyung’s hands move to either side of your face, and he pulls you away from him, leaving one last peck on your lips, “You’re doing so well, baby doll. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

“V...Taehyung, I-I’ve wanted this too.”

“Will you do what I say?” You feel RM’s hands unzip the back of your dress, the fabric lowers and exposes your chest. Taehyung’s grip on your face tightens as you’re momentarily distracted, bringing your attention back to him.

“Yes.”

“I want you to fuck RM while I watch.”

He what who?

Taehyung brings his hips up causing you to lose your balance when he senses your hesitation, his hard length rubs against your aching core, “Don’t you want to? You wanted so badly for me to take you to him, didn’t you? All you have to do is say yes.”

His thumb traces your jaw as RM lowers his black tie across your eyes. Your heartbeat races, your thighs clench around Taehyung’s legs making him moan and buck into your heat. You shudder and RM secures his tie behind your head with a tight knot.

“Tae...” your fingers tighten into the loose fabric of his shirt at your sudden loss in vision.

Taehyung clasps his hands around yours, holding your wrists together as RM presses himself against your back, and you feel ropes being wrapped around your wrists. “You’re so pretty like this, remember last time?”

You do remember. Fuck, how did you end up like this again? This is all Yoongi’s fault.

RM’s hand wraps around your neck and his deep voice speaks in your ear, “Answer him, baby girl.”

“I-I remember.” You want to cry, you want to cum, you want them to stop this torture.

“Let us make you feel good again,” Taehyung’s voice lowers even deeper than RM’s.

“I...okay.”

“You’ll let RM use you?” You nod your head, grateful you can’t see them. You let yourself hide behind the makeshift blindfold.

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it,” RM demands.

“I want you to use me,” you sit and wait, embarrassed the words left your mouth so easily. The lack of response makes your insides churn, you can’t see the way they smile at each other. If Yoongi wants to make you only his, they are just going to have to destroy you for any other man.

RM’s grip around your neck tightens, arm wrapping around your body as he lifts you off your feet. You land on the soft covers of the bed, you have no time to adjust to the drastic change of orientation before you feel harsh tugs as RM works to undress you, throwing the clothes over to Taehyung who takes his time breathing in your scent, licking the moistness from the fabric.

Namjoon pulls on the rope wrapped around your wrists placing them high above your head, his weight bears down on top of your leg as he grabs your other leg and spreads you wide. The way Taehyung moans reach your ears you suspect he has full view of your naked body. You wiggle against RM’s hold as best you can.

“Mmmm so needy and I’m not even doing anything yet.” RM’s hand leaves your wrists as he moves lower, resting his upper body on top of yours, effectively pinning your lower body down. Having full reign to play with you in this position, you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance. Your tied hands explore the expanse of his back, his shoulders so wide you can’t reach around to end his teasing, you can only moan and whimper at his slow ministrations.

“Ahh so wet,” RM massages everywhere except the place you want him most.

This is mean, this is tortuous, you’ve obeyed them and they still tease you. You cry out in frustration, clenching every time his fingers poke at your hole, RM’s grip on your thigh is too tight to move even an inch. You shove his back with your tied hands and RM laughs.

“Tae, help me out.” You feel fingers finally pressing into your aching clit, rubbing slow circles, making you cry out. RM’s fingers continue to drag across your lips, gathering the wetness that drips from your core. They slowly and steadily work the tension out of you until you’re numb with pleasure.

You let out a scream when your orgasm finally hits you. After being tortured all night, teased until you were delirious, the release becomes so intense you black out, and when you come to RM is pumping his fingers into you roughly. Your body seizes up again, racing into another orgasm. He rocks his hand into you, thumb rubbing your sensitive hood, and you release again. But RM doesn’t stop. He takes and takes, leaving you breathless. The sounds of your wetness fills the room, mixing with Taehyung’s grunts and moans at your helpless state.

“I c-can’t...too sensitive!”

“This is what you wanted, for Daddy to use you. Take it.”

Your tied hands try to move RM’s body off of you, but he is like a boulder on top of your body, unaffected by your hits. You struggle until his pleasure overtakes the pain, and you fall back, losing yourself in the way his fingers fill you up, hitting the deepest parts of you so skillfully. You stop fighting and accept the power he holds over you, he is making you feel so good you want him to take it, the thought sends you hurtling into another orgasm, tightening again around his fingers.

He can feel how close you are. “Be a good girl and give me one more,” RM groans, “that’s it.”

You’re wailing in pleasure now, unable to stop your cries. Your weak body shaking in his grasp. You feel something wet hit your outstretched thigh. Taehyung’s deep grunts of release finally undoing the coil inside you, and you orgasm for a third time around RM’s fingers.

RM lets go of you finally and you lie boneless, breathing ragged, blind and numb to the world. The air feels cool on your sweaty body as you come down from your high. You feel the bed dip as RM joins you again. Before he had been fully dressed, now you can feel his warm skin against your slippery body.

He lays himself between your legs. His lips finally meet yours, they feel full. You moan into his mouth as his tongue plays with yours. You want to touch his face but your arms are still tied together, so you caress his hair instead, the back of his neck, his muscular shoulders, trying to feel as much as you can.

His hard length brushes against your oversensitive core, his mouth swallowing your whimpers as he pushes himself in. You’re so wet there’s no resistance, but the stretch still leaves you gasping. His thrusts are hard and deep, you focus on how the weight of his body feels on top of yours as he uses you to reach his high. “You’re taking Daddy so well, baby.”

“T-Thank you, Daddy,” you stutter out between moans.

RM holds your wrists down as he finishes, releasing deep inside you. You feel every pulse from his cock, the pressure almost becoming too much as he fills you up.

You hear the familiar scrape of the chair again as Taehyung comes closer, fingers wiping away the tears on your face making you feel cared for. You don’t see how he licks your salty tears off his hand.

RM lifts your tired body in his arms, cradling you to his chest. He puts you in his lap as he takes a seat in the vacant chair.

“Tae has been such a patient boy, I think it’s time for his reward.”

RM moves your body so your back is flush against his, pulling the rope on your hands around his head, locking your arms. His hand massages up and down your legs, putting his knees in between yours.

“Kneel.” You realize RM is addressing Taehyung. He spreads his legs to make room for Taehyung, forcing your legs open in the process.

“RM-” Namjoon places his hand over your mouth, the same way he did at the party, stifling your scream as Taehyung buries his face into your pussy.

Taehyung eats you out while RM keeps you open, until you’re shaking in his lap, until you can’t form anything coherent anymore, until you’re so sensitive Taehyung’s lips around your clit is the only thought in your head, the drag of his tongue pulling away from you the last thing you feel before exhaustion sends you into the deepest sleep of your life.

---

You wake up alone.

You pull the sheets closer to your naked body as you look around the vacant room. Everything is moved back to its place, floor empty. You search the ground for your clothes but there’s nothing there. You pull yourself out of bed, trying to ignore your aching joints and pounding head. You look for your clothes but there’s nothing. You search the entire room, the closet is empty, the dresser is empty, there’s not even a towel in the bathroom. Where the hell are your clothes?!

You make your way back into bed, pulling the covers over your body.

Oh fuck, what are you going to do?

What time is it? They just left you and took your clothes. What kind of sick game is Taehyung playing now? Tears well up in your eyes.

You feel more confused than ever, Taehyung had been so sweet to you before, you had often fantasized meeting him, but he was so different in person. You hadn’t expected this. He’s going to come back, right? Right?!

You are pulled away from your thoughts at the sound of the door creaking open.

“I see you’ve been a very bad girl.” Your eyes widen as Yoongi makes his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He looks as smug as ever, holding a hanger over his shoulder.

“A-Are those my clothes?”

“Are these the clothes I gave you last night? No, looks like you fucked yourself out of those.” You pull the bedsheet closer to you, gritting your teeth, blinking away your tears.

“Yoongi...”

“Hmm?” He leans against the bedpost, the clothes hanger hanging off one finger. You want to punch him, but you know you're walking on thin ice already.

“P-please help me.”

“You lost the clothes I got you. Why should I give you more?” You can tell he’s itching to humiliate you.

“So you’re just going to leave me here naked?!” you yell at him.

His eyes narrow. He grabs the bedsheet and pulls, dragging it off your body before you can stop him. You wrap your arms around your chest and pull your legs together.

“I should, after what you did!” Yoongi screams, “Whoring yourself out to my friends. Two at the same time, enjoy yourself? Fucking slut.” His words sting you. How could you fuck up so badly, you just let yourself become overtaken by lust.

“Now look at you. You let them take advantage of you. They used you and they left you with nothing. What would you have done if I didn’t find you?” He crosses his arms, his cold eyes glaring at you.

You burst into tears. Is he right? Is that what they did to you? “I’m-s-so-sorry,” you manage to say between sobs.

He sighs, “I’m here now.” You need him, he’s going to make you see that. He moves closer, lifting your chin to look at him. “If they had taken this,” his hand brushes your choker, “I would have killed them.”

You look at him pleadingly, trying to silence your sniffles. He offers you the clothes hanger, “Change into this.”

---

You unzip the clothes bag and pull out a dress with a light flowery pattern. The fabric is sheer and flowy. The matching lingerie set is pastel pink and strappy. Well, even if he is an asshole at least you can count on Yoongi to make you look good. You clean up your makeup and style your hair as best you can in the empty bathroom, removing what's left of the smudged dark eyeshadow, pushing thoughts from last night away. The more you try to make sense of what transpired, the more confused you become, and remembering just makes you feel hot all over.

Yoongi pushes himself off the wall when you open the door.

There is still music playing, still people dancing, a lot less than the night before, but you’re amazed there are any at all.

“Does the party ever end?” you think out loud.

“Only if you want it to.”

Yoongi leads you outside. When you reach the backyard you realize the party truly never really ended, only moved. Partygoers lounge by the pool, drinking and eating.

“Is that a fucking mermaid?” Girls dressed up in tails lay about the pool, you're about to run towards them when Yoongi pulls you away from the pool. “Let’s eat before you decide to go make friends.”

You walk in step. He looks put together as always, wearing simple light clothes, a white shirt tucked into tan pants, an unbuttoned collared shirt on top.

“Is everyone here a House member?” You ask, finally sober enough to start learning some things.

“Yes, I thought it was obvious. It’s nothing official. Just a get-together after our quarterly meeting, something for our investors.”

Right, never did you just have a ‘get-together’ like this. It's annoying how out of touch they are.

You see the familiar faces of his friends sitting in a secluded area. Before you and Yoongi get within earshot he grabs your arm.

“If Taehyung and Jungkook try to touch you again, let me know, will you?”

Wait, Jungkook is RM? What? No way, that doesn’t make any sense. He can’t be, he was downstairs when you first met RM. But why does Yoongi think you fucked him? Jungkook is not RM. Though, you remember how he never spoke to you.

His grip on you tightens when you don’t answer, “Y/n…”

“Okay, okay.”

---

Jungkook watches you and Yoongi whispering to one another. You look flustered when Yoongi places a soft kiss on your cheek before breaking away.

He takes a deep breath, rubbing his temples to take the tension away. When he looks up again, Yoongi and you are walking towards the group, your eyes fixated on...him? Jungkook breaks eye contact and looks back at you...and you’re still staring at him. He keeps eye contact with you, face going redder and redder.

He watches as you greet his friends, eyes glancing his way too frequently to call it a coincidence. What the fuck did Yoongi tell you to make you look at him like he grew three heads?

---

“I’ll be right back.” Yoongi makes his way to the far end of the party where Seokjin is talking to another man. You watch as Yoongi embraces the stranger, it’s one of the few times you’ve seen Yoongi smile, not a self satisfied smirk or a threatening grin, but a genuine smile showing off his gums that make the intimidating man look actually cute. The stranger gives him a dimpled smile in return.

“Who’s that with Seokjin?” you ask Jimin.

He looks over to where you're pointing, Jimin's expression full of mirth, “That’s Namjoon, looks like he made it to the party after all.”

“Oh.”

Jimin pulls on your arm, turning you to him, “Let’s go swimming!”

“Oh, but I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“That’s okay, you can go in your underwear,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you giggle.

“I’ll, um, be right back,” Jimin whines as you get up, and you promise him it will only take a minute. You know you’d never get a chance to talk to Jungkook with Yoongi by your side, the two of them seem to have an odd tension between them. But now that Yoongi is distracted with Seokjin and Namjoon, it’s the perfect opportunity.

“Er hello?”

Jungkook’s wide doe eyes looks up at you. “Hello...”

Okay, he definitely doesn’t sound like RM. “Hi, I didn’t get to talk to you last night. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, hi.”

“...hi.”

This is painfully awkward. You study his frame...he is built. The tank top he’s wearing shows off his broad shoulders and muscular tattooed arms, he looks strong like how you imagine RM. Maybe if you kiss him...

Jungkook watches as you peer over his back. “Dahlia…”

“Hmm? Oh, just call me y/n.” you insist, the alias making you feel self-conscious.

“I missed talking to you...so much.”

“We talked?” Is he really RM? No, it doesn’t feel like him at all.

Jungkook bites his lower lip. His front teeth pressing into his round lips makes him look cute, you think, like a scared rabbit.

“Yes, we used to talk a lot, before...” he bites back the words so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable. “My username is..” Ugh, Jungkook can’t believe he’s saying this to you out loud, why did he have to choose such a dumb username? “PlayboyJK.”

“Oh, oh! I remember you!” You remember your conversations with him. He was a good tipper, a bit unconventional in his requests, but he was always one of the first viewers to your stream.

“Honestly, I can’t believe you would watch me.”

“Why?”

“You’re just so...handsome? I’m just surprised, I guess!”

Jungkook’s ears go red at the compliment. You’re so perfect, you’re a goddess. He’d watch you all day every day, he’d watch you sleep. How could you think he wouldn’t want to watch you?

“I think you’re so beautiful, I like you a lot.”

“T-Thank you,”

“Are you going to start streaming again?

“Ha no no. I put all that behind me. Well, I thought I did,” you say after noticing Jungkook’s confused expression. “Um, it’s a long story.”

“Oh, you don’t have to join again. I could, um, pay you directly.”

“You’d pay me? For what?” you laugh, but you're curious to hear his answer.

“For anything, I’d pay you...just be with me.” you look into Jungkook’s wide eyes, so determined. Maybe if Yoongi had asked you this way, you would have considered it.

“I-HEY!” You squeal as Hoseok lifts you out of your seat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look of dismay as he pulls the younger man to his feet too.

Somehow you ended up in the pool with your dress still on. The sheer fabric doing little to hide the lingerie underneath for all the men to see.

---

The sun has already left the horizon while you sit on the deck of Yoongi’s yacht, drying off your body from the day's watery fun. You listen to the waves hit the walls of his boat as it sloshes around in the water, the rhythm like a whispering melody. The twilight casts everything in blue, the smell of salt and fresh air along with sound of the sea's waves is just so relaxing. What you wouldn't give to experience this all the time.

“Come back with me.” Yoongi's hushed voice breaks your trance.

“And be what, your personal servant?" you scoff, "I don’t think so.”

"What about those girls at the party? You could be like them, always having fun, the center of attention."

You bite your lip. "I don't want that." You wonder if Yoongi will believe you when you don't even believe yourself.

"Or I could just give you all my attention." He gets closer to you. "All this could be your life."

"Maybe I like my life-"

Yoongi laughs at you, earning himself a glare.

"Or I could just keep you here." He smirks down at you.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t dare me.”

You stop glaring at him, turning your head away. You watch the lights on the mansion turn on as the night settles in.

“Do you really want to go back to that boring job?” You roll your eyes at his words. “Don’t you want more? To have fun? I’ll give you everything you want."

"I don’t think you could give me everything."

"Just try. You can always go back, I’m sure that manager friend of yours would rehire you."

You sigh, breathing in deep the salty air.

“I would have to put in my two weeks...”

---

Hobi’s scene was fun to write, I haven’t been to parties or dancing in so long I was like what the hell happens again? Now I wanna dance! Reader who said Yoongi will throw her into the sea last chapter you made me laugh so hard I almost considered making him do that lol. I guess there’s still some time to piss him off enough! Do you believe Yoongi? What do you think (or want) to happen next? <3

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suicidalslasher · 4 years ago

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𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 ➤ 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆

Here's one of three Carrie White fics!! :D This is honestly short and sweet, plus simple... compared to the other two. But.... it's here and I'm very much happy with the way it came out. I hope you all enjoy it, as well.

Although, the gif is of Sissy, you can pretend it's either version of Carrie.

(Chloe or Angela's. I, personally, just prefer Sissy's. Although, I love all three.) And despite it being Sissy, too, I took inspiration from the (2002) adaption with Angela whereas Carrie never died in the accident of her house.

Instead, she lives and runs away. And yadda yadda. Enjoy!! xx

Warnings: None. Unless you count fluff and love confessions UwU.

“I know she was your friend but c’mon, (Y/N). She was nothing more than a piece of shit… Grow up. Move on.”

“She was a monster, (Y/N). Do you really think she wasn’t? After all she had done? She destroyed everything and hurt so many people… she killed several hundred people, too… if that isn’t a cruel, heartless bitch, I don’t know who or what is.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just like her…. are you a demon in disguise, too, (Y/N)?”

They said the same exact thing. The statements were always said by different people but the topic of the subject remained the same - Carrie White. Carrie White was the devil. So on and so forth…

It was a constant reminder she no longer was here with us - with me.

The tragedy that struck on prom night wasn’t my fault. Nor, was it Carrie’s.

Carrie had so much anger built up within her, she was bound to explode with rage eventually. And that day just so happened to unravel at the dance. All thanks to the students (and some teachers) of Bates High.

They constantly bullied Carrie for no real given reason, they harassed her for things she couldn’t quite control, either. Not me, though.

I’m not crazy, even if there are people that say I am and even if there are those that put words in my mouth I never said to begin with, too -

It’s not true.

None of it is true.

Everything you’ve read about Carrie White is false. Everything you’ve, more than likely, heard about her is furthest from the truth, also.

She’s not a monster. She never was one. She was just an ordinary girl, begging to be loved, to be happy. And I loved her.

I just… I wish more than anything she realized how much I loved her. I was in love with Carrie White, truly, madly, deeply…. in love with her.

And nobody could ever change how I felt - how I feel - towards her.

The night I was going to confess my feelings, believe it or not, was before the dance. Before everything happened.

The moment I arrived to the dance, well…by then, it was too late. I hadn’t known it yet but almost everyone was trapped inside the gymnasium, nails digging through the doors as they tried - and failed - to escape.

Their blood curling whines and agonizing moans were silenced by the music that played out on the speakers which echoed outside of the windows and bounced back and forth from the building to the parking lot.

I didn’t realize something terrible had happened until I smelled an intoxicating scent that caused my eyes to blur over with tears and caused me to grimace as the odor only grew stronger, thicker.

I winced and gazed around the parking lot which still remained full of different colored vehicles. Confusion struck but after a moment or two later, realization hit like a ton of bricks.

From where I had stood, I saw a huge cloud of gray smoke lingering around the building, only growing more and more thicker in the sky.

When I first arrived, the sky was crystal clear. Not a single speck of white was seen from above. Now, that beautiful shade of blue was replaced with dark and haunting clouds of gray.

Even the moon was no longer hanging in the air for the smoke had it hidden.

The odor that swarmed the air, I realized, was people’s flesh burning. One by one, people within the school were dying and suffocating to death.

Call me whatever you wish, as I’ve been called every name in the book, but I mean it when I say that I could care less about the students and teachers of Bates High. If that made me an insensitive bitch, so be it.

The only reason I even attempted to try to get inside the building was because I remembered Carrie had gone to the dance with Tommy Ross. And I’d do anything to save her.

Expect… I couldn’t.

Every area of the school was locked. Every entrance and exit doors were shut tightly. No matter how hard I tried to open them, the damned thing wouldn’t budge.

I even tried to go through the windows but they were shut, too. There was nothing I could do.

Nothing expect fall to the ground and bury my face in my hands as tears began to fall, one by one, a tear dropped and soaked my hands and stained my cheeks.

Everyone said prom was a night to remember… but I doubt anyone wanted to remember their prom like this.

*~*

The following week after the incident, I heard a knock at my door. Slowly making my way out of bed, I walk down my too small and narrow hallway and open the door once I’ve reached the entrance, glancing at the person behind the screen door.

Sue Snell stood there, hands in her pocket and a look of sadness painted across her face.

“(Y/N),” She began. “Can…. can we talk?”

“About what?” I snarled, not caring if I came off as rude or ignorant or any other definition. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to sleep and never wake up. I already knew where the conversation was going and what the main subject was going to be about. And I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to talk about it.

“It’s about last week… It’s…. it’s about Carrie.”

“I already know. She’s dead, okay? She’s dead and she isn’t going to come back, you don’t have to remind me.” I go to shut the door but Sue sticks her foot out and stops me from doing so. I narrow my eyebrows at her and give her a questioning gaze.

“Please…” She but all begged. “Tonight. Meet me at her headstone, tonight, would you? Midnight. I’m being serious. Trust me on this, would you? I know you have no reason to… but please.. if not for me, for Carrie.”

“Fine. I’ll think about it. Now, I have to go.”

“(Y/N), wait-”

Before she could finish her sentence, I’m closing the door in her face and storming back to my bedroom, falling onto my mattress with an ‘ugh’ leaving my lips.

For the past few days, I didn’t do anything expect cry and scream into my pillow.

The moment I got back under the covers and buried my face under several blankets and two of my pillows, the tears came rushing back down.

I was surprised I still had tears left in me from all the crying I had done, truth be told.

I tried, really, I did… to be strong but it was so hard. Especially when Carrie wasn’t here to make things better.

It was so difficult to live when the one person you kept yourself alive for is no longer around…. it’s hard to live when your heart is no longer beating.

The day Carrie White died was the day a little part of me died, too.

*~*

It was 11:50PM.

The house was eerily silent. The only noise, from where I was at in my bedroom, was the whistle of the wind and the gentle knocking of tree limbs outside on my window.

I glance at the clock by my bedside table. It now read 11:52.

I sigh and sit up, my feet touching the cold hardwood floor. I rub my hands over my face tiredly as I try to come to a decision whether or not I wanted to meet Sue at Carrie’s gravestone.

I came to the decision… yes, I should go. After all, I wanted to make sure nobody wrote any more harsh and ruthless slurs on Carrie’s grave.

Even in death, they wouldn’t let her rest and wouldn’t stop picking on her. Carrie should be able to rest and yet there’s hundreds of people who forbid her from doing so. It was a shame.

People say Carrie White is a monster or the daughter of the Devil himself but in reality, the only monsters are the ones that won’t leave that poor girl alone.

"If you look in the face of evil - evil's going to look right back at you."

*~*

The time I got to the cemetery it had just turned midnight. As I exited out the car, it seemed as if the howl of the wind grew louder upon my arrival.

“Hello?” I call out. My voice seems loud against the empty area and I grimace; I didn’t realize how wobbly it sounded until I had spoken.

(I blamed that on all the off and on crying sessions I’ve done recently.)

“Sue? Are you there? Hello?”

Nothing.

I groan and face palm, shaking my head from side to side. I should’ve known not to come. I should have known better and yet-

“(Y/N).”

My eyes dart forward and I feel my knees begin to buckle out underneath me and all the air in my lungs is snatched away from me.

“(Y/N).” She repeats, walking toward me and gives me a wry smile. “Hi.”

“C-Carrie?” My voice shook and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There she was, alive, breathing and all.

And she was right in front of me.

“You… I thought you were dead.” I was speechless. I could barely form any sentences without stumbling over my words.

“That’s why I’m here,” Carrie explained, stepping closer to me. She rests the palm of her hand across my cheek, fingers brushing over my skin and I shudder, goose bumps prickling ever so softly across my arms.

“I didn’t know how to tell you….” She continued, sighing as she moves a loose piece of hair back and out from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

“I didn’t want anyone to know but Sue found me on the side of the road when my house collapsed… she took me under her wing and helped me out.” She informed. Carrie looked up and gave me a shy smile, her cheeks turning a bright rosy red.

“She insisted I should tell you, too… I was wanting to tell you, regardless but… I had been so scared. I’ve been terrified recently…. and with everything that happened, I only got more scared and… well, I thought you’d be like them and laugh at me or go on and tell the world where I was at and-”

“Carrie, I love you.” I blurt, unable to stop the words from forming out my mouth.

“I’d never, in any way, hurt you. I’ve loved you for the longest time and I thought…. I thought you were dead, Carrie… and it truly felt like I lost a piece of myself, too.”

The blush on Carrie’s cheeks grows darker, deeper as she nods. Tears swell in the corner of her eyes and she laughs softly, taking her hand away from my cheek as she wipes her eyes, sniffling quietly.

“I know. Sue told me, too… and I didn’t believe her. How could anyone love a freak like me? The laughing stock? Everyone’s personal punching bag..” Carrie smiled sadly as she shook her head.

“Mama told me it was a sin, you know? Love only is shared between a man and a woman. Not two men or two women together but… I realized I’d rather burn in Hell and be with the person I love than to go to Heaven being the person I’m not. I love you, (Y/N).

“I prayed every night for a friend and you came into my life at the time I needed you the most. You’re not only my best friend but my blessing, too.” By the time she’s finished talking, I’m crying and pulling her into my chest, hugging her tightly.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” I repeat. “From the moment I met you in the library and we bonded over our favorite novels together at the start of school, I knew I wanted to be your friend. I could care less what others thought.

And then when we went to the park that Saturday evening and had a picnic, I knew I loved you then…. I knew that no matter what, whether we were friends or more, I always wanted to make you happy, Carrie White.”

“And you do,” she reassured, voice cracking as she buried her head in the crook between my shoulder and neck. “You make me the happiest girl alive. I’ve never known true happiness until you came into the picture, (Y/N).”

I pull a little bit of ways out and take her face, pressing my hands across her cheeks and with little to no hesitation, I press my lips hungrily against hers.

Carrie, almost instantly, kisses back.

“I love you.” I murmur into the kiss, not daring to pull away.

“I love you.” She muttered. Through the kiss, I can feel the corners of her lips curling up into a smile. A grin finds its way across my face, too.

“Let’s go… let’s get out of here.” She said, pulling back as she looks up and into my eyes. “Let’s leave Chamberlain and never look back.”

And so, well, we did.

Carrie White wasn’t your average or your typical ordinary girl. She had powers, as I came to find out. I knew there was something unique, something special about her and now I knew what it was.

Carrie White wasn’t a demon. Or the daughter of the Devil or none of that sort.

Carrie White was simply just a girl, ready to start her own life and accomplish her own goals and seek happiness.

And I, (Y/N) (L/N) would do anything to help her achieve that.

Carrie White deserved better than to live in fear and shame.

Carrie White, just like anybody else, deserved to be happy.

So, whether you believe me or not, I don’t care.

If you still think she is a monster in disguise or whatever; I do not care.

I know the truth. Sue Snell knows the truth, too. Carrie White is anything but a monster.

Carrie White is, and forever will be, my girl.

And that’s just that.

End of story.

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salemwritesxx · 4 years ago

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lycoris radiata

↳ pro-hero bakugou x pro-hero reader

summary: The myth around red spider lilies, lycoris radiata, is that, when you see someone you may never meet again, these flowers will bloom along the path. Thus, when Y/n and Katsuki depart on the morning of their 6th wedding anniversary to walk to their respective agencies and spider lilies bloom along the path Bakugou is walking on, Y/n gets an uneasy feeling, unaware that the legend surrounding these flowers may have a germ of truth to them after all.

w.count: 2k

content warning: angst, major character death, which leads to reader committing suicide, afterlife happy ending

“Okay, hey-“, you grinned and pulled him back one last time to peck his lips, “-don’t forget our rendezvous tonight, yeah?”, to which Bakugou only rolled his eyes – in a playful way though as he immediately pressed a soft kiss onto your mouth once more, not caring that you two stood in the middle of the streets.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget.”, and with that, you finally let your husband go, though as he walked away from you, you couldn’t help but witness red spider lilies blooming along the pathway, hence you yelled after him, “Babe? Be careful, okay?”

“Ha?”, when he turned around and you pointed to the flowers, Katsuki only laughed and gestured a ‘whatever’ and saying a “Don’t be so superstitious, Y/n. It’s just a myth!”

Even though you both chuckled as he turned around and walked away for real this time, you still felt a slight uneasy feeling in your stomach, though you simply thought it was because you were excited to celebrate your 6th wedding anniversary with your husband.

“KATSUKI!”

You screamed as if you were the one being impaled, your knees were shaking, feeling like the ground was opening up underneath your feet and you fell into a dark, black hole any second.

Coughing up blood, he was hanging on the villain’s arm which was weirdly transformed to look like a lance – Bakugou hadn’t seen it coming, if he would have, he…

“Pathetic.”, the villain almost spit into his face before dropping him onto the pavement like some sort of trash, only to jump back immediately when other heroes already attacked him again.

You were rushing to your husband’s side who was coughing up more and more blood while squirming in pain, his “Y- Y/- Y/n…” being interrupted by his coughs, though you were already dropping to your knees to hold him.

“It’s okay, Baby, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay! Don’t worry, everything will be okay!”, you cried and sobbed, tears already streaming down your face while pressing him against your side and one hand against his wound where the villain impaled him.

Bakugou knew though. It’s why he was clawing at your hand so much, both of them soaked with his blood that just wouldn’t stop – he knew he wasn’t going to be okay. As he almost couldn’t speak anymore, because his lungs filled with more and more blood, he still grasped your hands as tightly as he could, smearing his own blood all over your arm in an attempt to stay.

“Y/n-“, gasping for breath, he was almost completely over the bridge as his tight grip slowly softened.

“I love you, Baby. I love you so much! Katsuki please, don’t go!”, not being able to suppress your desperate sobs, you barely choked out a “Please.” again as his grip loosened more and more around your own hand.

“I … love… y..o…u…”, were his last words, a single tear trickling down his cheek as his ruby eyes lost that sparkle you fell in love with the very first time you looked into them.

“Katsu… No….Kat… Nononono please! PLEASE!”, literally begging him to not go, you hugged his bloody, heavy body so close against your chest while you cried, not caring about the explosions from further back into the streets as other heroes still fought against the villains, while rescue heroes only gradually managed to get through the wrecked buildings.

You shouldn’t even be here. Bakugou and you had been in two different agencies, it only should have been a calm day at your respective work places, wanting to be done quickly so you could enjoy your wedding anniversary tonight, but then, all available heroes were called up when the villain went on a rampage.

How…? How did it turn out like that? A harmless villain turned out to be so strong? How… could have anyone guess that? How could have anyone seen that coming?

So, it was true. Walking along a path where red spider lilies bloomed meant you wouldn’t see each other again…

Rescue heroes tried to calm you down and get you to let go of Katsuki’s lifeless body, but you just yelled at them, your voice high-pitched and so full of pain, and cried and held him tighter, not caring that you were full of his blood as you still couldn’t process that this wasn’t a dream, but it was reality… Harsh reality.

Your husband was dead.

And with that, your soul and heart shattered into million little pieces, unable to be whole ever again.

-------6 weeks later--------

You sat in front of Katsuki’s grave.

It was a cold spring night, though to be honest, you hadn’t been warm in the last weeks ever since that accident – the coldness you felt was never going to leave ever again.

Your fingers were softly playing your guitar. Making music had always brought peace to your husband’s mind, whenever he felt angry, frustrated, anxious or any other negative feeling, he would flop beside you and make you play the guitar for him. It calmed him and sometimes, you would both sing crookedly to get him back into a better mood – very fond memories indeed.

Tears were blurring your vision, even though you shouldn’t have been able to cry anymore with how many tears you had shed in the last weeks, but it still felt surreal. Knowing he was never going to come back again – never.

Slowly, your fingers stopped as you stared onto his gravestone. There were red spider lilies planted around – how ironic. Though they weren’t blooming as it was now spring.

Was is really just superstition? Or should you have been warned that day? That uneasy feeling you had felt - it wasn’t excitement, it was a sense of foreboding, and you had ignored it…

Putting your guitar, that had stickers with his hero name and your own, as well as stupid little things like a dick doodle on it, to the side, you sighed and rubbed your red, swollen eyes. You did have this guitar since your middle school days after all. And you remembered when all these things happened oh so vividly. Still hearing the giggle and laughter of your, back then in high school, boyfriend, while you yelled at him for being an idiot. Being angry over a dick doodle seemed so petty now.

Taking your permanent marker, you opened the cap with your teeth, before leaning in and doodling a broken heart onto the surface with the date of your husband’s dying day on it. Spitting out the lid of the marker, you put the pen onto your guitar, before staring back at Bakugou’s grave.

“Please tell me.. Who should be my soulmate now? Who will hold my hand while I drive? Who will hold me when I can’t sleep at night? There is nobody like you out there, Baby…. so please tell me…”, you were crying again as you sobbed and rubbed over your face, “Tell me, who could possibly take your place? My first and last love. I won’t be able to do anything without you…”

Your heart was hurting so much, you couldn’t take it. You knew he was irreplaceable, there was no one out there that could ever give you what he gave you all those past years.

Bakugou was sitting beside you, though you didn’t know – of course you didn’t, was he a mere spirit now, never leaving your side as his translucent hand touched your own.

“Please, you need to go on. Don’t do it…”, tears were in the corner of his eyes, wishing he could talk to you, wishing you could hear his desperate attempts to keep you from committing suicide. Katsuki loved you, he wanted to be with you, but he couldn’t be selfish anymore – you couldn’t throw everything away just because of him.

Though, as he was a mere ghost sitting beside you, he couldn’t do anything but watch.

With a shaking hand you then reached for the gun you had purchased today on the black market – to think, at last, you were doing illegal stuff even though you were a hero – before coming here and sitting in front of his grave for hours. You couldn’t possibly be alive without him beside you. It just hurt too much. You didn’t care about anything, you had no one besides him. Katsuki was your everything and all you wanted to do was finally meet him again.

Sobbing quietly, you then held the end of the gun against your temple, your e/c still staring at his gravestone, before you whispered one last time, “I want to meet you again. Please. I miss you so much.”

“I promise, I’ll be there.”, Katsuki whispered.

For the first time in weeks, there was warmth surrounding your heart and with a smile you barely mumbled “I know you’re waiting for me.”

And then, a loud bang echoed through the silent night and the cemetery, cherry blossom petals, that were in full bloom now, swaying in the wind and slowly falling down and onto your lifeless body.

“Y/n…Y/n…”, the familiar voice made you gradually open your eyes – above you, it was an ocean of pink and white cherry blossoms. But then, as you looked further back, you saw directly into Katsuki’s face, his smile making you feel so warm and fuzzy instantly. It was in that moment you realized your head was resting in his lap.

“Katsu…”

“You should have lived a long, happy life…”, his voice was so soothing and calm as he combed through your hair, though you just shook your head, tears already welling up in your eyes.

“I was already dead inside the moment you were gone.”, and then, you finally sat back up to connect your lips, Bakugou immediately slinging his arms around your neck and pulling you in closer as you both fell back into a pile of cherry blossoms.

“I love you. I love you so much. And now we’re together again.”, you whispered against his lips, lacing your fingers together and Katsuki squeezing your hand tightly, the sparkle in his ruby eyes back as tears shimmered in them as well.

“And we will never be apart again.”, he barely mumbled back, before you hugged each other tightly as your lips melted together tenderly.

Katsuki and you were sitting on the gravestone together, it was the day your lifeless body joined Katsuki’s in the shared grave. Watching your family and Katsuki’s once more crying so much, it really did break your heart.

“I wish they wouldn’t have to go through that again.”, he said and sighed, though also squeezing your hand tightly.

“Mh… But it was inevitable… I know they know that, too…”, since you and Mitsuki were quite close, she, of course, knew how badly Katsuki’s death affected you, even though she tried to help, the moment you were alone, you knew you couldn’t take the loss of someone so precious to you.

“Y/n… I know your pain was immense… I just hope you are both happy now wherever you are…”, Mitsuki quietly cried as she stood in front of the grave with your coffin in it, joining Katsuki’s, Masaru holding her close by his side, both of them a red spider lily in their hands that weren’t blooming.

Looking at each other for a moment, you both stood up from the gravestone and walked towards his parents, softly touching the flower, making them bloom in their hands.

“Let’s go. We are free now. Let’s see the world - together.”, Bakugou smiled and you chuckled and nodded, “Yeah.”, only to pull him closer and softly kiss him and whisper, “Together forever.”, which earned you Katsuki’s soft giggle and him pulling you closer to connect your lips once more.

Mitsuki and Masaru were both completely astonished when the red spider lilies in their hands started blooming, as if it was your answer to their question if you were both happy now, making Katsuki’s Mom smile and cry a little harder.

Though, once she looked ahead, she thought it was probably because she was sleep-deprived and in so much emotional pain, but… she saw you and Katsuki holding onto and smiling at each other. His mind must be playing tricks on her and yet, it was bittersweet to witness you two like that…

“They are happy…”, she wiped away her tears and with a smile on her lips, Mitsuki threw the blooming spider lilies into the grave eventually, knowing that her son and son-in-law were now happily dancing in the cherry blossom trees.

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writer’s note: ya boy literally chickened out the last minute and made it a somewhat happy ending instead of leaving it sad… idk i kind of just want them to find their happiness again in their afterlives 💌 my first idea was to make Y/n sing his heart out on like a roof and then jump, then I wanted him to sing his heart out in front of katsu’s grave and in the end, we just have some soft guitar play and a gun… but while I listen to the song I had playing on repeat while writing this, I still imagine Y/n singing loudly for his Baby and grieving terribly 💔

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bubbleteaa · 5 years ago

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Break her heart [Miya Atsumu x Reader]

Part I | Part II | Part III

break her heart;; pairing: miya atsumu x reader [college!au] fandom: haikyuu!! warnings: angst. swearing. suggestive themes word count: 3.6Kish

a/n: Istg that this was a rollercoaster, bc i love so much tsumu but samu is the superior miya ok:c sorry, i have a favourite. n weez, i’m thinking in doing a second part! Hope you enjoy this! :c sorry for the angst babies

Summary: Atsumu breaks your heart.

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He met you two years ago.

You were in a lot of classes with him, except for calculus. “Ah yes, L/N-san does not give calculation, because of her score on the entrance exam and in the courses before the semester began, they exempted her. She is very smart” that was what they said. And he was curious. Were you that good?

The first time he talked about you, was to demonstrate that he could have all the girls without exception at his feet.

"Atsumu, I heard they said you were a total heartbreaker," they told him exactly those words "You have all the girls behind you, right?"

"I don't pay attention to any. It is one night and that's it. If it is very good, we may become recurring, but not so far. It doesn't bother me anyway, I have plenty to choose from" Atsumu knew what he was saying and he was not lying about it, it was the mere truth. The other boys who were with him began to laugh and the blond frowned a little "What's so funny?"

"Well, you don't exactly have all the girls behind you," then one of his classmates spoke up. Miya frowned and asked who "L/N-san"

"The I-know-it-all girl?" they burst out laughing "I don't like wasting my time"

"Ah, but Y/N-chan is very cute"

"And?"

"I'm sure you couldn't make her fall for you, Miya" they replied with a smile on her face "It's impossible to have all the girls at your feet"

"Oh yeah?" the challenging tone that came out of Atsumu's mouth made the others laugh again.

"You say you can?" was what they replied, challenging Tsumu.

"Sure. It is easy."

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"If it's not yours, don't take it"

The flickering lights in the club seemed to smile at him. He smelled drunk and his ears were vibrating with the catchiest songs of the moment. He shifted through the crowd while holding a red glass filled to the brim with alcohol. His steps were steady but his mind was spinning. The bitter taste of the ridiculously expensive drink still stung on his tongue and his throat burned like hell. His eyes met a figure he did not distinguish, but he was sure he had seen somewhere. Without thinking, he walked towards the person, his eyelids heavy and smiling with great energy.

He had only one purpose in approaching her. He just wanted one thing.

They were at the chorus of the song when his lips connected to the girl. They tasted like mint with vodka. Her mouth cavity was cold, it tasted like sin, craving. Atsumu groaned before separating and finishing his drink, releasing the glass to continue caressing the woman. She laughed as she tangled her fingers in his dyed hair. The setter's hands were placed on the girl's hips, stamping her against the wall that was a few meters from them.

And the truth was, Atsumu did know who the girl was. She was the girlfriend of one of her teammates. He didn't even know her name, he just knew that sometimes she would send him seductive looks at college games and that she was too good to ignore her. Was what he was doing right? Of course not. Atsumu made mistakes but did not regret them. Atsumu deceived others, but it is a world where you deceive or deceive you. Sometimes you go unnoticed and other times you are the big shot. As simple as that.

In his head, he could only think of how the situation went from being cold kisses to groping to a melting ice cube for the summer. Now they were in the cubicle of the men's room. The body of the young woman stuck to him, connected by sweat, by unfaithful kisses, by flavors of whiskey with deceit. With his thoughts found in a numb state, he didn't even notice when he entered her.

I was just horny, he thought. He just wanted to satiate the horny state he was in and didn't think exactly who. Well, he did. With someone who also wanted to be with him. But that someone did not belong to him, and it was not as if he knew him, it was just a carnal deception on his part; but for the other person, it reached all kinds of state. Selfishness, hatred, jealousy. Maybe it was those emotions talking. Perhaps it was the thought that he didn't need someone else and that he had Miya wrapped around his finger.

But boy, was he so wrong.

After that, they were both a mess gasping, trying to get a breath, trying to process what they had done.

"Don't you have a girlfriend, Miya?" Those were the words that came out of the girl's mouth. No, it wasn't like he was in a relationship with you. What's more, what were you? What were you to him? You weren't interested in him and still, everyone assumed you both were together "L/N-san, right?"

L/N. His L/N. It was stupid to claim it as his property when there was no title for what you were. You were just a girl who was always there for him and he took advantage of your feelings for him. Did he need a favor? He knew you could do it for him. Did he need a place to stay for the night? He knew you would even offer him your bed if he was very tired. Did he need to vent his anger and frustrations with someone? You were there. Did he need love? You were already holding his hand without being asked.

But he never thought those were signs of a love relationship without being in a relationship. He only remembered you for being someone who would always be there for him and with him. He just saw you as an escape. From others and himself.

But no more than that.

"We are nothing. You do not have a boyfriend?" The setter was released in a playful tone. Almost as if he was mocking the girl's actions. She was silent and averted her gaze “Ah, nervous, embarrassed? A few minutes ago you were not ”

"This was a mistake," he said after processing on the girl's situation. He was sorry. Sure. She wanted Miya, but she didn't want to have him. She just wanted to give him a taste. And she regretted it "Do not tell anyone about what happened today"

"It's not like I'm interested anyway" he shrugged his shoulders and smiled "I wasn't unfaithful to anyone after all"

And in part he was right.

But he was partly lying.

They both fixed their clothes before leaving the bathroom. Atsumu immediately felt a fist collide with his cheek.

And then he felt another blow.

And another.

"What the fuck, man!?" Atsumu received one in the stomach but he managed to defend himself. He stared with her brown eyes at the attacker. Ah, it was the partner of the girl, the same boyfriend of the girl he had just fucked.

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"If it is not right, then do not do it"

Atsumu pulled out his cell phone while wiping the blood from his lip. He took the shit out of him. But he deserved it, deep down he knew he deserved it. He was close to the university dormitory complex. Every step was numb with pain.

He dialed the phone number. The first marked lost. The second one too. He roared angrily and tried one last time.

"Tsumu?" your voice was numb. Atsumu tried to suppress the gasp of pain "Are you alright? It's 3 in the morning"

"Can you open your apartment door for me?"

It was sad, to tell the truth. He and Osamu had not been to the same university and there was no one to take care of the stupid mess Atsumu created every time he walked somewhere or to someone.

So Y/N was also his for that. So she could clean up his messes. So that she could advise him and take care of him. To have the warmth and personal and sympathetic affection that he missed.

But he was just using her, after all.

"Uh, yeah. You're good? You sound dejected,” you asked with notable concern. Your voice was so soft and loving even when the Miya seemed to have interrupted your sleep. He smiled at your words and let out a sigh.

"I just fought with an idiot. Nothing new"

"What? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you? Do you need me to look for the medkit? Where are you?" God Tsumu, do you need me to pick you up?”

For a moment, Atsumu felt guilty. But it was a moment that lasted years in his head. Your soft voice changed dramatically and now it was racing, almost desperate and breaking as you spoke. Why did you care so much about him? At this point, he didn't even remember how he had finished most of his university experience in your apartment or next to you. He only remembered the times when he had already put you in the same situation, where you were on the verge of crying for his problems.

How you unconsciously told him how hopelessly in love you were with him.

"Shh, I'm fine, doll. I'm almost here, just leave the door open"

"Does it hurt somewhere specific?" your voice seemed to hang by a thread as you asked him. Miya sighed with some pain.

"They hit me in the face and stomach"

He heard how you made a sound similar to a complaint holding back the crying. You were angry and worried. And you had every right to be. Atsumu slightly opened his eyes when you let out a broken sigh to start crying.

"Atsumu, what did you do to get hit?"

What did I do? Nor did he know what he did. He had gotten drunk, had danced with different girls. He had slept with one who was the girlfriend of one of his teammates. Then the boy found out. Atsumu hurt his ego and well, they ended up giving him the beating of the year. And everything, why? Did he really have a reason to do all that? Did his actions make sense?

"I…"

He didn't know what to say, he just kept walking while he got to your apartment.

Even before he could tell her and knock on the door, Y / N already had the door open and the cell phone against her ear. When she looked at him, she felt her heart break into a thousand pieces. His lip was cut and his hair was all messed up, he seemed to move with some difficulty and his face was screaming drunk everywhere.

Atsumu always broke her heart, and she always tried to repair his.

Miya hung up the call so he could get closer to her. The difference in size was noticeable, but not that did not prevent the blonde from collapsing in the arms of the eyed-e/c. Y/N dropped her cell phone and hugged him carefully, tried to keep her balance, but Miya was too heavy, the moment her body collided with the girl's figure, she couldn't avoid two steps back, about to fall.

But she was able to hold it, like all the times he broke into L/N's delicate and soft arms.

Miya's strong arms wrapped around Y/N, pressing her against him, wanting to feel her fragrance closer and closer to him. He held her tightly, but not as tightly as he desire. He just wanted to hold onto her. What she broadcast to him. To the feeling of love.

He wanted to be wanted, not just carnally.

He wanted to feel loved.

"Atsumu?"

He wanted to be from someone.

He wanted to be yours.

The words that came out of her strawberry lips intoxicated him. The way his name sounded in her voice was angelic. The way he stroked her hair, her fingers wrapped in the dyed blonde strands. The way her body trembled from the weight he held on her.

Oh he remembered. He remembered why he did everything he did.

"I need you"

He looked at her eyes. Damn, those color e/c eyes. Those eyes that made him confuse not once, not twice, but thousands of times. Atsumu awkwardly entered the apartment with her. Y/ Nhad her heart leaking out of her mouth.

Miya Atsumu had never said those words to her.

He had never acted like this, had never needed her before. They were just friends. Well, she loved him with all her might and had always been willing to be there for him, no matter the time, distance, or place. But, they were just friends, after all.

His fingers dug into the girl's h/c strands. His face came dangerously close to hers and their breaths collided. Oh Y/N could feel the alcohol emanating from him and it was impossible not to smell it, the nervous eyes of L/N met the brown eyes of Miya, he just looked at her with hunger, with desire, needy. "Atsu?" your voice trembled like a little bird just hatched. "Atsu, you have your lips all cut-" Atsumu smiled before colliding his lips with yours.

So soft. So cute. So, mine.

He held your figure firmly while desecrating your mouth with need. The metallic taste of blood mixed in the first kiss they shared. There were groans from you, trying to keep up with him. Your hands met his neck and you held on to him.

What remained of the night passed into the room.

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The hangover the next morning was killing him. His head looked like a pool table, and every hit they hit the balls echoed in his brain. He growled angrily as he stroked his temples. The heat of the summer and the rays of the sun seeped through the window of the room. Atsumu blinked to find a smaller figure beside him. A figure he knew. A figure that was always by his side.

Y/N.

Fuck. I have to get the fuck out of here.

Atsumu moved as delicately as he could, removing the blanket that covered them and rising with utmost silence, gathered up his clothes before putting them on. He turned a little to see L/N. Her hair was watered by the pillow and her expression looked so serene that it hurt Atsumu for a moment to leave her there. Alone.

It was just a fuck. Nothing more.

Her breathing became heavy before closing h eyes due to the horrible pain he felt in his body. The headache was throbbing while his abdomen and face felt like a punching bag. He groaned in pain, one loud enough for the girl to open her eyes full of concern.

"Atsu?" no, no, no, fuck. Atsumu didn't turn to see you, instead he grabbed the door handle "Do you need advil?" He could hear you getting out of bed and just closed his eyes tighter. He let out a weary, irritated sigh. "Let me help you, Tsumu. It’s okay” you hugged him from behind, placing your check against his back.

Just treat her like the others. Just break her heart.

"If it's not true, don't say it"

Atsumu grabbed both of your hands and pulled them away from his chest, turning his head slightly to meet your confused and worried gaze.

So tiny. So fragile. So mine…

"I’ll be clear Y/N. I was drunk, I needed a place to stay. Things got heat up and we fucked. That’s all. You don't mean anything more than just another fuck. And of course, you are my friend, that’s why I have to tell you that I don’t feel anything for you” his eyes were glued to hers, without blinking. He could see how the girl's gaze began to collapse and began to fill with sadness and despair. “If you thought that this would mean something, well, now you know that it doesn't. I need to go. Bye, see you around ”

"Don't go, Atsumu" you begged, holding his arm tightly, but your hands trembled with fear, with sadness "Please, don't go" your words dragged with fear as you continued to beg "Did it really mean nothing? You do not love me?"

"Damn, Y/N. No, you can't make me stay" he turned for the first time to meet your face, completely in front of you, you were fighting tears, you were trying to keep your voice from breaking while he kept rejecting you over and over again "I love you" he said softly "But not enough to stay,” he lied, again. He took your face in his hands and felt how your cheeks began to redden and how the tears came out of your eyes and collided with his fingers “What happened yesterday should not have happened. It was a mistake, I was very drunk and you were very sensitive "

"Am I not enough?"

"No" stopped immediately, Atsumu, don't do it like this "I really have to go, Y/N. Let go of me" he sighed again, you tightened your grip, refusing to believe him "Y / N, now, let go of me "wiped your tears as he stared at you" Please "

"All was a lie?" you dared to ask, and immediately a lump formed in your throat.

"What do you mean by all?"

“Us”

"There was never a us. We were never more than teammates, more than friends. If you ever felt like I wanted to be with you, I'm sorry. It is not like this. I repeat it to you again, because apparently you don't understand it” he made you look at him while he brought his face close to yours “I don't feel anything for you, Y/N”

"Atsumu, why ..."

"Y/N!" your eyes filled with terror, he had never raised his voice at you "Stop asking meaningless questions! Is it so difficult for you to understand that I played with you? It was all a damn game!" The boy's head kept pounding from the hangover. Your eyes went to him with a look he had never shown before, disappointment.

Disappointed in him or in yourself?

"Everything?" your voice was almost inaudible at those points in the conversation.

"Everything, Y/N. All kisses on the forehead, all holding hands, all the walks to your apartment. All those "study dates" that I asked you for. All those movie nights. All the damn sleepovers. All the words I told you that surely excited you. Everything. You were so damn naive. It was so easy and simple. It was all to show others that you could fall at my feet like all the others”

What the fuck are you saying, Atsumu? Stop.

"All the others...?"

"My God, Y/N. To be so smart you have a hard time understanding some things” he smiled with some anger “Yes, Y/N. Like all the others. Like all the ones I fucked with”

Atsumu couldn't hear your heart, but he knew it was already more than broken. He knew he was ruining everything. Everything he had accomplished with you.

It was no longer simply showing that you could fall in love with him. It was no longer that.

It was to show you that he had fallen in love with you, too. But he couldn't say it, he refused to believe it. He refused to break his heart in the process of breaking yours. He had always been selfish, always. Why was it bothering him now? Was he doing the right thing?

You pushed him away from him and started crying uncontrollably. The way your body trembled and your crying intensified as the seconds ticked by was driving him mad, it was hurting him. He stroked her temples again, the headache was growing little by little.

"If you don't know, shut up"

“Don't do anything stupid because of what I did or said. I don't love you as you love me, but that shouldn't break our friendship. So calm down, drink some water and you're done. It’s not that bad”

You didn't answer him for the first time in the morning.

And he left you in there, broken. He knew, he knew what he did. He always lied to you. He knew that he broke your heart so many times and in so many ways.

When he reached the door of the apartment he could hear your whining accompanied by beatings to what he supposed was your wall and he sighed again, opened the door, and left.

❥•°❀°•༢

Memories of last night appeared on his head while he drank from the whiskey bottle.

"I love you" he murmured in your ear the night before, his strong arms covered your little figure "I love you so damn much, you are mine" he kissed your lips softly before looking into your eyes, "Say it, say that you are mine”

“I’m yours, Atsumu” your voice saying those words were heaven and hell “I love you more” the little smile that crept all over your face was intoxicating, he kissed you again.

“Never forget how much I love you, my angel” I kissed your head before wrapping his arms all over your body “Not even if I fucked up, not even if I lied to you. Not even if I broke you into pieces, please remember that I love you more than I can say, please, Y/N. Please"

You smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Okay. Don’t forget that I’ll always be by your side, you dummy”

"Even if I break your heart?"

"Even if you break my heart"

He smiled again and pressed a sincere kiss on your lips "I'll try to not break your heart, anyway"

"I'll try not to hate you if you do it anyway, then" and both of you laughed.

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the-delta-42 · 4 years ago

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Revealed

Inspired by an ask sent to @lenoreofraven

Revealed

Marinette tried to duck away from the Akuma. Rose had been made aware of Lila’s lies and became an ample target for Hawkmoth. Revealler shot beams of light that forced her target to spill out the complete truth, their deepest secrets that they would not share with anyone.

Marinette bit back a cough, as Lila finished spilling about how she had lied to everyone and how she threatened anyone who got in her way. Revealler turned her gaze on Marinette.

“Marinette!” Exclaimed Revealler, skipping toward the girl, “How does it feel to know your friends discarded you for a Liar?”

Marinette glared up at the Akuma, making Revealler sigh.

“I didn’t want to do this.” Whined Revealler, waving her hand.

A gold light appeared in Marinette’s eyes and Revealler grinned.

“So, how does it feel?” Questioned the Akuma, smiling down at Marinette.

“It hurt,” Said Marinette, her voice monotone, “I’ve known some of them for years and they sided with Lila.”

Alya winced, knowing that she owed Marinette a big apology when this was over.

“But it doesn’t matter.” Said Marinette, making the Akuma tilt her head.

“And why is that?” Asked Revealler, forcing Marinette to answer.

“I’m dying.” Said Marinette, her eyes welling up, “I was diagnosed with Late-Stage Leukaemia a few weeks ago and my chances of survival are slim.”

Revealler scowled, “Y-your lying!”

The light grew brighter, forcing Marinette to speak again, “I was diagnosed with late-stage leukaemia a few weeks ago and my chances of survival are slim.”

Marinette suddenly gagged, before coughing up bile with blood mixed into it. Revealler slowly lowered her hand, tears starting to run down her face.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Screamed Revealler, grabbing her head, “Lila was supposed to be exposed and humiliated for what’s she’s done, you weren’t the one supposed to be punished!”

“I’m not being punished, Rose,” Said Marinette, dropping herself to the floor, “Everyone is given a hand at their birth, some of us have poorer hand than others.”

Revealler curled into a ball and started to rock herself back and forth. Marinette reached over and picked up the akumatized item, a picture of Rose and Prince Ali, and reluctantly tore it in half, releasing the Akuma. Rose grabbed into Marinette’s arm and clung to her, her crying being harder. Marinette idly watched as the Akuma flew off, phasing through the window.

Adrien watched as Rose continued to break down. The day became a blur, and the next thing Adrien knew, he was sitting in front of the piano in his room, mindlessly pressing the keys. He heard his bedroom door open and his father walk in, Nathalie not far behind.

“Adrien, you’ve been playing off key for the past two hours,” Said his father, his tone cold, “If you don’t improve, I may have to cut short the time you spend with your frie-”

“Marinette has cancer.” Adrien interrupted, tears starting to run down his face, “T-there was an Akuma that forced people to tell the truth, a-and when Marinette was hit, she told everyone she had l-leu-leukaemia!”

With the last word, Adrien dissolved into tears, Gabriel stood awkwardly, staring at his sons shaking shoulders.

“Adrien, she could still be in the early stages,” Said Nathalie, walking past Gabriel, “she could still undergo treatment.”

“M-Marinette said she only found out when it was already at a late stage,” Sobbed Adrien, “She keeps saying she’s fine, but it’s like when mother went!”

Gabriel froze, he had never once thought on how his mother’s condition would affect him. The last time he had seen his mother, she was propped up in a bed, skinny and gaunt, too weak to walk. As if she had cancer.

Gabriel then did something he had not done in years, he walked over to Adrien and cradled him. Nathalie quietly left the room, silently cancelling all meetings and appointments for the coming week.

Lila tried not to flinch as her mother yelled, after she had spilt everything, she’d been removed from class and placed in a separate classroom so she could catch up her work. Lila had tried to protest, but a stern, angry glare from her mother made her duck her head down and do the work.

Lila had her phone, laptop and tablet confiscated until she’d learned the impact of her actions. Marinette, of all people, suggested that someone help her catch up, as if Lila threatening her was not a big deal.

Max, as he put it, drew the short straw. He helped her work out problems, but his voice was cold, and his tone was sharp. Lila took a deep breath in and looked down at the page, staring at it as tear drops landed on the paper.

“There’s got to be something!” Gasped Rose, her eyes wide.

“Rose, you’re a sweet girl, naïve sometimes,” Said Ali, “But, I don’t think we’d be able to find a cure for cancer in a couple of weeks.”

Rose nervously chewed her bottom lip.

“The most I can suggest is that you make sure her last days are comfortable.” Said Ali, as Rose let out a small sniffle.

Chloe sat curled up on her bed, curiosity had gotten the better of her and she’d looked up leukaemia and read about the various stages, signs and the survival chances. It was only with hindsight that Chloe noticed all the signs, the fatigue, weight loss, her lack of appetite, how she’d taken to wearing a hat. Chloe then read about how it all typically ended. Chloe never wanted to admit it, but Marinette was a bright spot in the class, to learn she’d be reduced to a mere husk of herself was devastating.

Chloe dreaded when her mother found out.

Marinette nervously chewed on her bottom lip as the parents paced around the living room. They seemed to take Marinette spilling her condition well, then they started pacing and hadn’t said anything since.

Her mother suddenly sat next to her and pulled her into her arms and stroking her hair. Marinette relaxed slightly at the sound of her mother’s heartbeat. Before she noticed her mother was shaking. Marinette leaned back and saw her mother holding a clump of hair, Marinette’s hair.

Marinette swallowed the lump forming in her throat and buried her face in her mother’s arms.

Adrien’s leg bounced, quietly waiting for his classmates to arrive. Chloe had called him late last night and told him the effects of late-stage leukaemia. Marinette had been wasting away before their eyes and they didn’t notice a thing. He also found that, since it was late stage, Marinette could die any day now. The classroom door opened, admitting half of the class, the other half arrived within a few minutes and now everyone was waiting for Marinette.

Ms. Bustier entered the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

“Marinette’s been admitted to hospital,” Said Ms. Bustier, quietly, “Her parent said you could visit her after school.”

Adrien suddenly had a lump in his throat, not knowing how to process the information.

Marinette hated the nurses, they were dismissive, arrogant and so full of their own self-importance. They seemed to have a game they called humiliating the patients, Marinette had to beg them to clean her after she lost control of her bladder and bowels, they’d just laughed, at least until a doctor caught sight of them.

Dr. Bates had her own team take over tending to the cancer ward, Marinette found Dr. Bates to be enjoyable company. Marinette had been in the ward a couple of weeks and every day, around noon, Dr. Bates would read a poem to them from one of the many books in the hospital. Each day, Marinette felt herself getting weaker, two days ago, she’d begged her parents to come up, she didn’t want to be alone when she went.

Marinette felt her mother’s hand on her, the only sound she could hear was her own breathing, it was getting harder to breath. Marinette was going to close her eyes for a minute.

Ms. Bustier quietly made her way into the classroom, her eyes were red.

“Marinette’s parents just phoned.” Said Ms. Bustier, before taking a shuddering breath, “Marinette died in hospital yesterday, she was surrounded by her family.”

Adrien could’ve sworn he heard a buzzing noise for the rest of the day, over half the class had gone home at lunch, Alya and Nino included. Alix, Kim, Max, Adrien, Chloe and Lila were the only ones still in lesson. Alix, Adrien and Max had made the promise to take notes so everyone could catch up. Kim and Lila had to catch up their work. No one knew why Chloe opted to stay. Lila had gone quiet over the past few weeks, Adrien thought it was because how Lila’s lies had finally bitten her. Adrien felt Plagg shift in his pocket, making him look down. Adrien’s bag was fuller than he remembered, until a red, spotted kwami poked her head out and looked up at him. Adrien quickly asked to excuse himself to the toilet.

“Tikki!” Said Adrien, as soon as he entered the toilet, “It’s great you’re here, listen, a friend of mine died-”

“Marinette.” Tikki cut him off, “I can’t help her.”

“Why?!” Asked Adrien, desperation seeping into his voice, “I don’t know what happened to Ladybug, you could convince her-”

“I can’t.” Said Tikki, her antennae drooping.

“Why not?” Demanded Adrien, “Ladybug likes Marinette, she has called her a great help multiple times.”

“Because what happened to Marinette… happened to Ladybug.” Whispered Tikki, looking down.

“W-what?” Whimpered Adrien, not liking how the course the conversation had taken.

“Marinette was Ladybug,” Admitted Tikki, shuddering, “and what happened, was because of me.”

Adrien didn’t trust his voice.

“C-cancer is a mutation of the cells in a living being,” Said Tikki, “w-when I first created it, I thought I was helping humans evolve, I-I never thought it’d become something so horrible.”

“S-so there’s nothing we can do?” Asked Adrien, sliding down to the floor.

That’s how Max found Adrien, curled up on the floor and sobbing. Adrien was sent home, where he curled up under the covers of his bed, the Album cover that Marinette signed pressed against his chest. Adrien heard his father enter his room and sit on Adrien’s bed.

“Adrien, are you alright?” Asked Gabriel, gently grabbing Adrien’s shoulder, “Do you want to talk?”

Adrien was silent, before taking a deep breath and pulled Plagg out from his hiding place, his father’s face was unreadable as Adrien explained who and what Plagg was and how he met him. Gabriel stiffened as Adrien told him about how Ladybug and Marinette were the same person and how the Ladybug Miraculous triggered the condition that took her life.

“The two Miraculous can grant any wish, Adrien.” Said Gabriel, making Adrien freeze, “I wanted them initially to bring your mother back, but I think it’s time to let the past go.”

Gabriel looked down at Plagg and Tikki, “Tell me, what would the price be if I asked for the girl back?”

Plagg and Tikki looked at each other, before looking up at Gabriel.

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imaginesmai · 5 years ago

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Thor - New Asgard

Requested by anon C from my Fluff Alphabet. Since you didn’t really said if you wanted a descripition or a small fic, I made a small fic! I hope you like it!

Plot: life in New Asgard is peaceful, but the past always comes back.

“This is ridiculous” you sighed frustrated, even if you knew you weren’t trying at your fullest. “Another night with no bites. I don’t know why I even try any more. I can’t provide for us, we’re gonna die”

You squeezed yourself between Thor and the wooden rail, that let you enjoy the beautiful sight of the Norwegian countryside in front of you. Instinctively, he opened his right arm and let you cuddle against the plush of his body, resting your head against his shoulder. He smelt weirdly well, something between pine and nature.

Affection was something hard to show those days; or years. It felt wrong to do so, while the rest of the humanity cried for their lost ones. But Thor chuckled, and you felt a twinge of guilt at the affection pulling at your heart.

“It’s not necessary, you know that” Thor teased. “I called Domino’s five minutes ago”

“Forgive me for trying to eat something healthy for once”

“If we did, you wouldn’t be cuddling me so much”

You swallowed your smile and hugged his middle close. Since the last Thanos attack, Thor had been having a hard time. Which meant that his muscles and tamed beard was gone, and instead came his soft belly and big thighs. That wasn’t necessary bad, because he could still carry you around when you were too tired to talk and his cuddles were no longer interrupted by you being uncomfortable with his hard muscles.

Thor was more than happy to be able to make you smile in times like that, and if it meant he had to eat more than usual, he was happy to complain.

A soft breeze made your hair move with the wind, and Thor’s fuzzy jacket seemed the most perfect thing in the world. Your hand made its way under it, and Thor chuckled.

“Make yourself comfortable, my lady”

“I am. Very, actually” you hummed. “When is the delivery guy coming?”

“Give it one thirty at least”

Living away from the world had its pecks, too. You had to drive one hour to go to the nearest supermarket, the closet thing you had similar to internet was an old rusty TV with a game console, and the telephone didn’t work. The good thing was, that after everything that had happened, you had time to heal.

It was silent for a while in New Asgard, the kind people who inhabited the small village ready to go home and rest with his families.

Thor reached to gingerly brush your hair being your ears, his fingers threading in your hair in a way that lingered several beats too long.

“Everything will be alright” he assured you, even if you had not said anything.

“I don’t know if that’s true” you said, voice muffled by his jacket. “You’re leaving”

The truth that had been dying to leave your lips since the first moment in the morning had finally done it, and you didn’t feel an inch better. Thor knew that you had heard the conversation about reversing the snap, and the possibility of him leaving New Asgard to travel back in time. In your opinion, he had everything he needed there; he had you, a new village to rule and people who were faithful, who didn’t blame him for what happened to their planet. But Thor was, Thor. Precious, hurting, beautiful and sweet. He had been your guardian angel since you met in Odin’s palace for the first time, when you were just a mere visitor to the castle. And you had never known a more selfless person.

You leaned in, his beard tickling your face as you very timidly brushed your lips against his. It was too bushy and made you itch.

Thor watched you with sad, wise eyes. You had had the argument about him leaving that morning, early in the sunrise when he had woken up to an empty bed. And even if it pained you, you knew he was right.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled. “I didn’t – you know I don’t like it. But I understand it”

He cupped your face, pulling you back against his face as he opened his mouth to you, kissing you harder. His teeth scrapped against your bottom lip and your heart leapt into your throat. Your fingers threaded into his messy braids and, as he came up for air, you rested your foreheads together. His blue and brown eyes both seemed to twinkle at you.

“I’ll be back” he promised you, again. “I’m not gonna be defeated three times by him.”

“And I bet he doesn’t want to see me angry. He better not touch a hair of your beard”

“Will tell him that” Thor roared with a loud laugh. “They won’t stand a chance against you, my love”

The argument about letting you fight poked at your tongue, but you swallowed it before you could say anything. Thor had already lost so much, that you understood that he couldn’t stand the sight of you in the battlefield.

You lifted your legs to strangle him completely. Arms around his neck, noses inches apart, everything seemed to be on its right path. His soft belly got in the way, but instead of being an obstruction, it was like a fluffy cushion to rest on. Thor’s hand rested on your ass, making you inch closer until you could kiss again.

Desperately, you didn’t want it to feel like it was your last one. So you enjoyed it like if you were just two lovers before going to bed. The sun was almost down by then, and there was not a single sound. But you didn’t move, only your lips against him.

When you stopped, you didn’t return to your original place by his side, but turned your head to tuck it between his shoulder and neck, placing there a small affectionate peck. Thor rested one of his arms on your thigh and hugged your waist with the other. The sea rocking you both to sleep was the only thing in the background.

“I’m going to fix everything” Thor talked again. You took a second to cherish the king that laid behind his words, that was just barely resuscitation with the new opportunity. “And then I’m going to teach you how to fish properly”

“And we’re going to make homemade pizzas” you added, smiling with your eyes closed.

Thor hummed in approbation and closed his eyes too.

You ended up falling asleep on him, dreaming briefly about a world where Thor wouldn’t have to go to war for the third time. Where Loki was still alive and pranking both of you with the meanest pranks, only to go soft once you talked to him seriously. A world where everyone had a chance to live, lucky enough to be together like Thor and you. In your dream, there were smiles and laughs, people being happy and Thor gripping your hand.

There was no pain or suffering, no tears shared late at night or screams at the deaths. Only love, Thor and happiness.

You woke up by voices, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Thor accepting the pizzas with one hand while still holding you with the other. And you smiled, because you were sure that your king would fix everything and come back home.

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apex-academy · 5 years ago

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Chapter 4: Six Chambers, One Loaded (#23)

We meet for another lesson the next day. Guess this is a regular occurrence now. As long as the others don’t mind, neither do I. Have to do something while we’re stuck here. And we still have several functional fire extinguishers, so it shouldn’t be too risky.

I’m not rewarded with the best onigiri I’ve ever tasted, but hey, better than I could have done unsupervised.

Once my dishes are washed, I head out to the cafeteria. Maybe I’ll hang out a while. Even with Aki and Yuki still in the kitchen, I’m not alone in here.

“Yo, Kakumi! ‘Sup?”

“Nothing new.”

Kanagi motions for me to join her, so apparently this is where I’m sitting now. Mahavir joins us shortly afterwards.

”...”

“...”

Not much to gossip about. Gambling isn’t a great topic with Mahavir here, and not much else has been going on. Just that stupid motive, which doesn’t change our daily life anyway.

“So I hear you’re, like, doing cooking lessons now?”

“Aki and me, yeah. It’s... something.”

“You’re giving Shitanaga cooking lessons?”

“N-no, we’re both getting them from Yuki.”

“Ah.”

I can see him straining not to look relieved. Thanks for the vote of confidence.

“Cool, cool.”

“You up to anything, Iggy?”

“...”

“Like, come on. You’re not still pissed about the dorayaki stuff, are you?”

“...”

“I prefer to be addressed by my name.”

“Like, yeah, I said ‘Iggy’.”

She doesn’t see a problem here, huh?

I hear a door open and turn my head. Otoya peers in from the hallway. At least, I think it’s Otoya. Can’t see the person, really, but most of us aren’t this hesitant to enter an occupied room.

I attempt to discreetly nod him inside and turn back to my neighbors.

“Oh, part of the lesson yesterday was actually pretty interesting...”

I do my best to keep up a distraction, but without looking I have no way to tell if Otoya actually dared to enter or not. Either way, I can only bluff so much before something that actually is interesting takes over the conversation. But it’s all the same, as long as we’re still chatting it up.

“Be straight with me, dude. Did she tell you the secret of the dorayaki?”

“How could she do that when we don’t have red bean paste?”

“I don’t know... Like... Somehow.”

“I’d be hard-pressed to teach anything myself. The spices I tend to use are conspicuously lacking here.”

“Yeah? I think Yuki’s interested in foreign food, though. Have you talked to her about it?”

“Not to any real extent.”

I drum my fingers on the table. What kind of spices is he used to using? Doubt I’m familiar with them, but I can always ask.

I open my mouth and am immediately interrupted.

“Shut up!”

“...”

Guess Otoya came in after all. I swing my legs over the bench and turn to see what’s up.

“Why should I? I’m just telling the truth!”

Oh. Great. Him.

“More like spouting off a loud of crap. Now shut up.”

“Why are you so sensitive, anyway?”

“Did your Mommy not tell you you were speeeeee-cial enough?”

Otoya shoves his tray away from him and stands.

“What’s your problem, you freaking rotting beanpole?”

“There’s way too much wrong with you for me to start playing 20 Questions over it.”

“Oh, it’s 20 Questions now, is it? All right! Animal, mineral, or vegetable?”

I’m starting to worry Otoya might actually bust a blood vessel.

“Or all of the above? And some desserts for good measure?”

Otoya backs away.

“S-screw off. I’m done with you.”

He laughs. “Oh, what, are we pretending I’m the only one who thinks it? That it isn’t incredibly obvious? Please.”

“You won’t touch anything sweet, you barely touch normal food, you work out way too much and can’t even handle people looking at you. How dumb do you think we are?”

Otoya takes another step back, shoulders squared.

“A-are you gonna shut up already, or do I have to make you?!”

Ichiriki just closes in.

“I bet allllll the other kids picked on you for being...”

“so...”

“FAT.”

A heartbeat of silence. Then Otoya lunges and grabs him by the neck.

“Hey—!”

If there’s any fear in Ichiriki’s eyes I can’t see it from here. Otoya lifts him off the floor, then slams him down, straight through the table. The crash is so loud my hands fly to my ears on their own.

“Oh crap.”

“Tegushi!”

Both of them scramble over our table to get to where rubble’s still falling from the other one. I rise to my feet, but I doubt there’s anything I can do.

“DO YOU WANNA DIE?!”

“Ahehehe... Did I strike a nerve?”

Otoya’s hand is still clamped around Ichiriki’s throat.

“Otoya!”

I don’t know if he can hear me—hear any of us. But it doesn’t matter. Mahavir’s at least grabbed one arm, leaving Kanagi to restrain the other.

“GET AW-W-WAY FROM ME!”

He struggles, but we have the right people for the job. Mahavir’s feet leave the ground briefly, but he and Kanagi still get Otoya’s hands away from Ichiriki.

“Dude, chill! You can’t kill people just for being an asshole!”

“We don’t have the medical expertise to fix everything here! Don’t do something you’ll regret!”

“..................”

He thrashes, but Kanagi and Mahavir drag him away from the ruins of the table. Ichiriki isn’t getting up anytime soon, but I can at least tell he’s breathing.

It takes Otoya several tries to make any sound.

“L... L... L-l-l... L-l-let m-me GO!”

That and a thrust of his elbows is enough to get Mahavir off of him.

“Whoa, hey!”

Otoya pries Kanagi’s hands off while he has the chance and stumbles several paces back, panting. His head swings around before he stares at Ichiriki. Otoya’s breathing picks up the pace, his teeth grind, and he grabs another table. With a yelp, Kanagi retreats and tries to help Mahavir keep standing.

Apparently the wall is a good enough target this time. Otoya slams the entire table into it with another astounding crash and a screech of deformed metal. Chest heaving, he drops the table’s remains where he stands.

“.....”

With that, he makes a choking sound, stumbles, and pelts out of the room.

“...”

This is... I can’t just let him run off like that. Who knows who else he might run into, and... This might not be safe for me, either, but we’re on decent terms, right?

Guess I’m on the bomb squad now.

I hurry after him, managing to fling the door open without hesitation..

“What are you doing?!”

“Don’t follow me unless it sounds like someone’s dying!”

“Wait, what does that sound like?!”

I’m already gone.

I can’t tell for sure where Otoya went from here, but I know what my best bet is.

“...”

My pulse is pounding too loudly for me to hear anything clearly, so I try pressing on the door. It’s not quite closed. Probably got slammed so hard the latch couldn’t take.

“......”

Yeah, there’s definitely crying in there.

What do I do? He must want to be left alone, but... Does he really? If it’s because he doesn’t want to get picked on, he has nothing to worry about from me.

I swallow and risk a quiet knock against the door frame.

“...Otoya? Can I come in?”

If he responds, I don’t catch it. Not much of a no, but I’m not about to step in without a yes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“...Write about it?”

Still nothing. Without crossing the threshold, I at least push the door open wide enough to peek in. Otoya sits at his desk, his arms folded on its surface and his forehead resting on his forearms. His shoulders shake.

“...”

He hasn’t screamed or thrown anything, so I’ll just hang around here. No one else is milling about the hall, so it should be safe enough. I think he’s well past the berserker response, anyway.

“.............”

I think I hear an attempt at a word in there somewhere, but it’s nothing I can piece together. Eventually he sniffs and gives it another try.

“Sh-sh-shu-shut th-the door.”

“Which side of it should I be on?”

“I d-d-d-don’t c-care.”

That suffices.

I take a silent step inside and shut the door behind me. Turn the lock while I’m at it. Maybe that’s dangerous, but I’m really not that worried about my own health in this situation. I can stay out of arm’s reach. If he’s glued to the desk, then it’d be even easier. He sure doesn’t look close to moving.

“...........”

“...”

I straighten out some of his blankets while I’m over here. Awful lot of them. Feel like he wouldn’t mind one now, but I won’t take chances.

“Wh-why are... are y-you here.”

He doesn’t lift his head to look at me.

“You did say you didn’t care...”

“But if you mean why did I follow you in the first place... I was just worried. That was some outburst back there.”

He falls silent for a while longer. On my side, his bed is getting made about as much as it’s ever going to.

“Wh-why?”

“Why was I worried?”

He nods a little.

“Bec-c-c-cause I’m gonna e-end up k-killing someone?”

“Won’t say I wasn’t worried about that... Especially after Mary Jane.” I sigh.

“But mostly I wanted to see if you were okay.”

He says something, but his voice is too quiet to make out. Maybe it was another “why.”

“Is there some reason I shouldn’t?”

“P-p-probably.”

“Like what?”

“I-I-I don’t know... B-because I’m not nice and I d-d-d-don’t know h-how to talk to people and-d-d I sound stupid and I l-look stupid and...”

I can’t tell whether he runs out of breath or insults. Either way, he doesn’t start up again.

I take a few steps and sit on the corner of his bed. A little closer. Not too close.

“But everyone has trouble with that sometimes. You sure do your best to make people leave you alone, but otherwise I don’t see how you’re worse than anyone else.”

“...”

“Look, I’m not a therapist. But it seems like there are a lot of things in your head that don’t line up with reality.”

“...Was Ichiriki right?”

“.........”

Might be digging too deep, I don’t know. I wait a while for a response. There’s nowhere I need to be anytime soon.

His voice eventually comes, so quiet I’m not sure if I’m supposed to hear it.

“.....................Am-m I fat?”

“No.”

“.......”

“Hope that didn’t sound dismissive, but it really didn’t require much thought.”

“Are you su—su—s-sure?”

“Yeah. You aren’t sure?”

“N-no... I don’t know... I... I-I c-can’t tell... It’s just—just—just... always b-been... I... Ev-v-veryone s-still loo... looks at m-me like I am... I still... I kn-now I w-weigh too much... I even... made Monochap... g-get rid of it on m-m-my profile...”

“But people... still m-make f-fun... of me... I... H-how am I... s-supposed t-t-to tell...”

“...”

What do I say? His real build is so blatantly obvious I can't imagine how he could picture himself differently. How can he not know? It’s hard to come up with any answer that doesn’t sound condescending.

“.........”

“...”

“Otoya. Do you trust me?”

“...”

“We’re friends, right?”

“I... I... Y... I-I don’t... M... May... Y... Yes...?”

“Right. So you know I wouldn’t make fun of you, especially not for anything that hurts you this much. Because a friend wouldn’t do that. Right?”

“R-right...”

“Okay. Then trust me. You’re not fat. Not even remotely. And everyone can tell you’re not. You’re a big guy, but it’s, uh, definitely muscle.”

“According to most modern body image standards, you probably count as hot.”

He chokes, and I try not to flinch too much.

“Okay that was probably not what needed to be said but we’ve already established I’m not a therapist, please don’t die I’m sorry.”

He moves on to coughing, which I think is him recovering. Not sure I’m physically capable of Heimlich-ing this guy if the need arises, so I’ll hope for the best.

“I mean... It’s not like it would matter if you were fat, either. You’re smart, and you’ve been really helpful, even if you don’t like to speak up much.”

The coughing trails off, but he still won’t look at me. Can’t say I’m surprised.

“This is just proof we can all be socially awkward sometimes, it’s fine.”

He’s wheezing. Not sure if there’s laughter in there somewhere or if he just hasn’t remembered how to breathe yet.

“Just... Just trust me, okay? You’re good.”

“...”

“Ehehehe... heh...”

Has he moved on to hysteria now? Help.

Either way, he falls silent again. His attempts to wipe his face dry on his sleeves don’t seem terribly productive, so I grab some tissues from the bathroom. All I get in reply is a vague mumble, but he does take them.

“...”

“Um... Thanks? I th-think?”

“Yeah?”

He almost kind of smiles before thunking his forehead back down where it was earlier.

“...I’m tired.”

“I can imagine. I’ll leave you alone, then?”

“Mm.”

“Okay. Uh, take care.”

Another grunt. I’ll go ahead, then.

I step back into the hall and quietly close the door behind me.

Did I help? I’m not sure if he believed me or if he was just progressing to more serious stages of mental breakdown.

“So glad we got that counselor’s office with no one manning it.”

Better than Monochap trying to, I guess. Whatever. I’ll just keep an eye on him.

For now, I should probably let the others know I survived.

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x-reader-fanfics · 6 years ago

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Couldn’t Do It Without You (pt.1)

~Jean Kirschtein x Reader~

I live in a world of nothing but death and destruction. Our comfort is nothing but a lie, and the Titans are coming.

They are coming.

Some choose to ignore this truth. Others choose to fight it. I have chosen to run from it.

“Of all the cadets I’ve had the unpleasantness to meet, this group seems to be the worst by far!!” The cadet trainer roared into the face of a frightened blonde girl, her stance rigid but still twitching with the urge to turn away. “What do they feed you louses? Send me street rats and expect me to make soldiers outta them?!”

I had yet to remove my eyes from the patch of dirt in front of me, but I knew my fellow cadets and I couldn’t have looked our best. Nationwide famine had a way of doing that to people.

“And what’s got you so happy, rat-boy?” The Commander suddenly growled, slamming his forehead into the boy’s who stood next to me, causing me to flinch.

I heard him cry out in pain, buckling over into the dirt. He groaned loudly, unable to move as he shakily grasped his head.

“Who told you to fall out of line cadet?!”

The boy scrambled to attention, his breathing now shallow and fast. “Pardon me, sir!”

“Name!”

“Jean Kirschtein!”

“And why are you here, Jean Kirschtein?”

“To find protection by the side of the King, sir!”

The Commander paused at his answer. His eyes seemed frozen on the boys, empty as the cogs within his mind took their time in turning.

Without warning he broke into gut-wrenching laughter, holding his sides dramatically and attempting to have the other cadets join in.

Everyone else stayed dead silent, out of fear or contempt, I did not know.

The Commander quickly recovered, suddenly entirely unamused.

At least the kid was honest, I thought, cringing as I heard the Commanders growl slowly deepen, growing more aggressive by the second.

“Well, I hope you find safety in the alleys of the interior, rat.” He murmured, the first thing he had said which wasn’t a yell.

In a flash, his clenched fist landed squarely in the boy’s stomach, and he seemed to enjoy his cries of pain as he began to laugh once more. “But you’ll have to scuttle your way to the top first!”

Jean groaned pitifully, but this time managed to stay erect. I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Especially considering I was about to receive the same treatment.

“You.” The commander addressed me for the first time, the low rumble within his chest growing louder as he approached me. “Name!”

“(Y/N) (L/N), sir!” I cried, slamming my fist against my heart in salute.

“Why are you here, (L/N)?”

“To serve our great and majestic ruler the king, sir!” I stared the Commander straight in his eyes as I spoke, hoping he would believe my all too idealistic lie. The way he smirked at me suggested he could read right through me.

“What a hero!” He grinned. Before I could flinch he was grabbing me by the back of my head, pushing my neck down until I was eye-level to my stomach. He let out a chuckle, jerking me around a bit. “Already so good at bowing before your betters!”

“Thank you, sir!” I cried, slamming my eyes closed, praying he didn’t throw me face down into the dirt. A small chuckle erupted a few rows behind us, sending the Commander instantly stalking after the sound.

“Amusing am I?!” He screamed, quickly losing any of the amusement he had found from tossing me around.

My breath quickened as he paced away, and I found my eyes unable to remove themselves from the pile of dirt again. I had thought for sure I’d be beaten as well for that so clearly cowardly answer, but I had been spared.

Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this. Maybe I should just go back-

“Guys an asshole.” The boy who had given the same answer as me muttered, his uniform dirt-stained and his face bruised. He couldn’t move his eyes from the ground either, but now mine had finally found his.

A great feeling began to swell within me the longer I looked at him. Something deep and wonderful...something about him which I couldn’t tear my eyes away from...

His face was pointed, yet strong, proudly presenting a jaw which had been sculpted like marble down his face. His eyes burned patiently with untempered passion, a hazel which could harden like steel and warm like the sun depending on who his eyes had found themselves on.

Holy shit, was all I could think of, entirely breathless.

“Uuh...y-yeah.” I blinked owlishly at him, quickly turning my face away, praying he hadn’t noticed how stupid I looked. The heat of my blood was burning my face, filling my heart with foolish notions.

It raced within my chest for a completely different reason than before. For the first time in my life I had forgotten the situation I was in, only his face branding itself within my mind, like a single candle fighting against an endless black.

The screams of the Commander brought me back to reality, my heart thumping wildly within my chest as I grounded lazily back down from my colorful daydream.

Jean looked at me a bit confusedly, before turning his eyes blankly towards the other cadets, seemingly bored. I scrambled to find something else to say, anything to get those eyes on me again, but my mouth felt dry and useless under the pressure, as if my tongue was simply dead weight.

“He could at least be a bit less rough with the girls.” A freckled boy to my right suddenly interrupted, cutting his eyes playfully, as if he didn’t really mean it.

“Ha! Like an asshole like that would care.” Jean grinned, almost smarmily, taking a quick glance past me at who he was conversing with. “Wait, who’re you, kid?”

“My name’s Marco!” He smiled boyishly, a pleased flush to his cheeks. “I’m here to join the Military Police, just like you guys.”

“Ah, our competition, eh?” Jean laughed, bumping me lightly with his elbow, setting my face ablaze again almost effortlessly.

“Y-Yeah. Better watch out, Marco. We’re coming for your spot.” I smiled shakily, easing myself into the conversation as best as my sudden nervousness would allow.

“What’s this we’re?” Jean laughed, forgetting his place and coming completely out of form, throwing his arm over my shoulders. “Already my little partner in crime, huh?”

I practically had steam blowing out of my ears. If I hadn’t been so worried about the Commander I probably would have fainted right there in his arms.

“Uhh, umm, the C-Commander…” I stuttered, pointing faintly in his direction. My legs had buckled, and I was now leaning my entire body into this complete stranger’s chest.

He smelled like pine trees and apples. Masculine and warm all at once. He squinted at me with a hint of annoyance dancing in his eyes, pulling me closer into his neck.

“Whaaat? Come on, don’t tell me you’re one of those goody-two shoe types.” He complained, playing up his disappointment. “I thought that stuff about serving the King was all bull-“

“Oi!” A voice suddenly shouted. “Stop messing around. This may be some kind of a cruel joke to you, but real people are dying.”

An embarrassed flush filled my face at the boy’s words, the entire Corp staring at us with a blatant mix of disapprovement and mockery.

Jean’s face flushed as well, but his blood ran hot with unbridled rage, instead of the ashamed cower I was sporting.

“Wanna say that again, asshole?” Jean called across the rows, balling his hand into a fist. Marco immediately began to spill over with words as he attempted to defuse the situation, but his anxieties seemed to fall onto deaf ears as Jean marched out of line.

“Wait, Jean!” I cried out without thinking, grasping the fabric of his coat between my fingers. His eyes dashed towards mine, stopping dead in his tracks.

“J-Jean?” He whispered to himself, a light blush coloring his cheeks.

“I-I mean Kirschtein!” I shouted stupidly, bowing my head in apology, refusing to look up. “But please, Kirschtein. Please stay here with Marco and me.”

His eyes were wide as he stared at me, his lips pressing into a thin, embarrassed line. Marco let out a small snort at the way Jean attempted to correct himself in front of the rest of the cadets, brushing me off with a light slap of his hand.

“Fine, fine, if you’re going to be so dramatic about it.” He pouted, glancing away from me as if he were annoyed. Everyone could still see the delighted look in his eye though, as much as he tried to hide it. “I won’t fight that bastard...if you promise me something.”

I felt a bit surprised at the seriousness of his voice. I wasn’t sure what he would want me to promise, especially after us having just met, but I wanted, almost needed to know what he would ask of me.

“What is it, Kirschtein?”

“Please don’t ever call me anything but Jean, ever again.”

My face, my neck, even my arms flooded red, his golden eyes staring into my face, smiling roguishly at my incoherent stammers.

“I promise, Jean.” I eventually whispered, not even noticing the many curious eyes glued to our little show.

He laughed loudly, rubbing his knuckles through my hair as he fell back into line, grinning at me as if he couldn’t contain his humor. “That’s a good puppy.”

If anyone else in the universe had treated me like that I would have probably exploded, but with Jean… I couldn’t even act like I didn’t enjoy it.

“Cadets dismissed!” The Commander suddenly roared above the chatter, jumping us back into attention. “Those of you who want to take the miserable crawl back to your farm-loving lives, the carriage is waiting for you. Those stupid enough to stay, head towards the cafeteria for tonight’s slop.”

Like a snap, the crowd of kids moved like a herd on a rampage, rushing towards the center of camp, foaming at the mouth for a bite of anything edible.

I lost my sight of Jean almost immediately, his comforting presence disappearing with him. I reached out for his sleeve, but my hand was knocked away by a rush of people. Dozens of cadets stormed past me like I wasn’t even there, and my heart pounded at the incessant rush of their feet.

When the whirlwind finally passed me, leaving dust flying wildly in their wake, I realized just how weak I really was.

My stomach tightened. Like a bad omen, the carriage stood waiting behind me, beckoning me to return to the city, to live a simple farmer’s life. The life I was made to lead.

Everyone back home was right. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t even make it through a goddamn crowd!

I was leaving, I was never coming back to this moronic-

“Hey! (Y/N)! Where’d ya go?” I heard Jean call out.

“Oh, there she is!” Marco pointed, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. “Get lost?”

“You really are just a little puppy, aren’t you?” Jean chuckled, throwing his arm back around me, squeezing me closer. “I guess Marco and I’ll have to watch over you from now on.”

I almost happily relented into his shoulder again, but I shook myself awake, forcing myself to speak. “I’m no burden, Jean.”

Marco looked a bit surprised at my defiant tone, but Jean only melted further into my side, smirking. “Of course you’re not.”

I couldn’t resist rolling my eyes.

With some hesitance, I took one last glance behind me, witnessing the tip of the carriage disappear behind the hills, and I knew my entire life had just changed.

“Were you thinking about leaving?” Marco suddenly asked, his perceptive eyes studying mine.

“What! Of course not!” I laughed a bit too hard, immediately tensing up. “Why do you ask?”

“Yeah, why do you ask, Marco?” Jean butted in, tightening his hold on my shoulder as if I were actively trying to leave.

“Oh, no reason.” He smirked, quickening his pace a bit. Probably to get away from Jean’s menacing glare.

Jean.

I leaned a bit further into him, thoroughly enjoying his warm and solid chest. I hadn’t any idea why he had so easily taken me under his wing, quite literally, but I couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Thank you, Jean.” I smiled happily at him, patting the arm around my neck. His face flushed a little, a dumb look flashing across his face.

“For what?” He grumbled, glaring at me. “Weirdo.”

I glared back at him this time, crossing my arms across my chest. “Say something like that again Jean, I dare you.”

I couldn’t seem to stop saying his name.

“Oh, is the little puppy mad?” He babytalked, rubbing his long face into my hair as if I really were a dog.

Without a word I shoved him towards the dirt, sending him tripping in the opposite direction as I caught up with Marco, smiling innocently at his questioning gaze.

“What happened to Jean?” He asked with a knowing smile, taking a innocuous glance at our new friend. His curses and rails against us only made us laugh.

I might not have understood how our friendship had happened, but I knew I wouldn’t be here without it.

“You guys ready?” Marco asked, in reference to dinner.

“Yeah.” I answered, meaning so much more.

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evangeline-perry · 6 years ago

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Dead Poets Society: Neil x OC: part 8

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Since Neil isn’t at Welton at the moment, because he’s gone to see if he’s got the part in the play, and the boys have football training, I decided to just hang around on Neil’s bed in my comfy clothes, reading one of my books.

‘Charlie, I got the part!’ I hear the familiar voice of Neil yell throughout the hall, ‘I'm gonna play Puck! I'm gonna play Puck!’ I hear him knocking on a door.

‘What did he say?’ Meeks mumbles taking off his radio headphones

‘That's the main part’, Neil yells exitedly.

I hear Knox and Charlie congratulate him before he bounds into his room. There I’ve put my book down and now stand in front of him. He wraps his arms around me and dramatically dips me down to kiss me. I’ve vaguelly aware of Charlie and Knox whistling. When he pulls away he pecks my lips one more time before sitting down at his typewriter.

Todd and I sit down on his bad to see what he’s doing.

‘Okay, okay, okay, okay’, Neil mumbles to himself.

‘Neil, how are you gonna do this?’ Todd questions.

‘They need a letter of permission from my father and Mr. Nolan’, Neil explains.

‘You're not gonna write it’, Todd objects.

‘Oh yes, I am’, Neil laughs.

‘Oh, Neil. Neil, you're crazy’, Todd states, shaking his head.

Neil begins typing as he reads out loud: ‘Okay. "I am writing to you on behalf of my son Neil Perry."’ Neil begins laughing and stomping his feet up and down, ‘This is great.’

Once he finishes his letter, Neil gets up to go and post immediately, but I stop him by grabbing his blazers sleeve. He turns to look at me and seems to know what I’m thinking already. He puts his letter down on his desk and puts his hands on my cheeks, tilting my head back slightly so it’s easier to kiss me. He pulls me up and away from me slightly just to say: ‘Todd leave.’ in a tone that sent a shiver down my spine.

Then he pulls me back to him, his soft lips on mine. I only notice we’re walking when he sat down on his bed, pulling me on his lap to straddle him. There the arms around my waist, pull me flush against him. My hands move their way into his hair, slightly pulling his hair, causing him to quietly groan, which I enjoyed.

Suddenly I hear some snickers. I look at the door to see the Dead Poets peek in with smirks on their faces. ‘Get out!’ Neil’s voice was low and husky, I couldn’t exactly explain why, but it gave me chills. I could see the boys surprised expressions, and Charlies smirk, leave the slightly opened door, before it closed again. Before I could do anything else, Neil pulls me even closer, if that was even possible, and he started to kiss down my jaw to my neck, before biting down at the base of it. This caused me to inhale sharply, as Neil continues to kiss and bite my neck.

The next morning… let’s just say that I had to readjust my collar a LOT because of all the hickey Neil had given me. When he saw me fumbling on our way to class, he threw his arm around me and whispered in my ear: ‘Why hide them? These boys should know you’re mine.’ Which caused me to blush a bright red.

In English class, Knox stands at the front of the room with his poem in hand, ‘"To Chris."

‘Who's Chris?’ I hear some boys say, ‘Mmm, Chris.’

‘I see a sweetness in her smile. Blight light shines from her eyes. But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive.’ Knox crumples his poem and walks back to his desk, ‘Sorry, Captain. It's stupid.’

‘No, no. It's not stupid. It's a good effort. It touched on one of the major themes, love. A major theme not only in poetry, but life’, My dad told him. I turn in my seat and tell Knox, ‘That was a really sweet poem, Know’, he smiles sheepishly.

‘Mr. Hopkins, you were laughing. You're up.’ Hopkins slowly walks to the front of the class and unfolds his piece of paper.

"The cat sat on the mat." he says, refolding the paper and moving to sit back down, the boys start to laugh.

‘Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins. Yours is the first poem to ever have a negative score on the Pritchard scale. We're not laughing at you, we're laughing near you. I don't mind that your poem had a simple theme. Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things, like a cat, or a flower or rain. You see, poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it. Just don't let your poems be ordinary. Now, who's next?’

My father approaches Todd's desk. ‘ Mr. Anderson, I see you sitting there in agony. Come on, Todd, step up. Let's put you out of your misery.’

‘I, I didn't do it. I didn't write a poem’, Todd mumbles quietly.

‘Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? Isn't that your worst fear? Well, I think you're wrong. I think you have something inside of you that is worth a great deal.’ my dad walks up to the blackboard and begins to write, ‘"I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world." W. W. Uncle Walt again. Now, for those of you who don't know, a yawp is a loud cry or yell. Now, Todd, I would like you to give us a demonstration of a barbaric "yawp." Come on. You can't yawp sitting down. Let's go. Come on. Up.’ Todd reluctantly stands and follows his teacer to the front, ‘You gotta get in "yawping" stance.’

‘A yawp?’

‘No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp.’

‘Yawp’, Todd says quietly.

‘Come on, louder.’

‘Yawp’, quietly again.

‘No, that's a mouse. Come on. Louder.’

‘Yawp’, a little louder...

‘Oh, good God, boy. Yell like a man!’

‘Yawp!’ a shout!

‘There it is. You see, you have a barbarian in you, after all.’ Todd goes to return to his seat but he is stopped, ‘Now, you don't get away that easy.’ he turns Todd around and points out a picture on the wall, ‘The picture of Uncle Walt up there. What does he remind you of? Don't think. Answer. Go on.’ he says as he begins to circle around Todd.

‘A m-m-madman.’

‘What kind of madman? Don't think about it. Just answer again.’

‘A c-crazy madman’, Todd stumbles.

‘No, you can do better than that. Free up your mind. Use your imagination. Say the first thing that pops into your head, even if it's total gibberish. Go on, go on.’

‘Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman.’

‘Good God, boy, there's a poet in you, after all. There, close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close 'em. Now, describe what you see.’ he pulls his hands over Todd's eyes and they begin to slowly spin around.

‘Uh, I-I close my eyes.’

‘Yes?’

‘Uh, and this image floats beside me.’

‘A sweaty-toothed madman?’

‘A sweaty-toothed madman’, Todd repeats, ‘with a stare that pounds my brain.’

‘Oh, that's excellent. Now, give him action. Make him do something.’

‘H-His hands reach out and choke me.’

‘That's it. Wonderful. Wonderful’, my dad removes his hands from Todd but Todd keeps his eyes closed, ‘And, and all the time he's mumbling.’

‘What's he mumbling?’

‘M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold."’

Some students begin to laugh and Todd opens his eyes, but my dad quickly gestures for him to close them again. ‘Forget them, forget them. Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket.’

‘Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.’ Todd opens his eyes again and the class is silent. Then we all begin to clap and cheer. My dad whispers something to Todd that I can’t hear before turning to the class, ‘Who’s next?’

‘How do we follow that?’ Neil whispers, leaning my way, I smile at him.

‘I’m sure you’ll figure it out Mr Perry’, My dads voice interrupts, ‘you’re up’

Neil gets up, unfolding the page in his hand. Once in the front of the class, begins to read his poem:

‘fog on her glasses

from the still steaming tea

a book in her hand

as she casually reads

a catch in her breath

as the climax grows near

she’s deaf to the world

the book’s all she can hear

she’s completely lost now,

or perhaps she is found

in this strange paper world

That’s far from the ground’

The class applauds, and Neil sits back down. My gaze follows him, he winks at me, and I smile. The class goes on as usual, until the bell goes off. ‘‘Mr Perry, stay here for a moment please, you too young lady’, my father calls as we move to leave the classroom.

All the other people leave, but the both of us go to stand in front of the desk, where my father is leaning against. ‘Do you wish to tell me something, Mr Perry?’

Neil and I share a worried glance, but my dad just goes on to ask, ‘for how long?’

‘We’ve been together officially for about a week, sir’, Neil answered nervously.

‘Are you serious about this relationship? What are your intentions in this?’ my dad continued, in a very serious tone.

‘I’m serious about what we have, sir, I… I just want to make her happy. I...’ he stammers, I turn to look and, he’s blushing, ‘I love her.’ he says finally. What he said moved me, I take hold of his hand, directing his attention to me. ‘I love you too.’ I say softly.

Neil smiled down at me before kissing my temple. I look back at my dad to see him smile, ‘That’s all I wanted to hear.’

With that he pats Neil on the shoulder and goes back into his office, leaving both of us in shock, but relieved. After a moment Neil grabs my waist and kisses me, picking me up and spinning me.

‘How about I take you out this weekend?’ he asks after pulling away.

‘Sounds like a plan’, I smile and he leans in to kiss me again.

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juminsmysticmc · 6 years ago

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Can I request a fanfiction about mc meeting her absurd father that killed her mother and she had to run away from him and then he find her again and wants to kill her so that he can be free from the burden thanks !

My father

Of course you can! I like this idea! I hope you like it too! Have a nice day!! Ah! And since you didn’t say with who, I just decided to write it for Jumin! If anyone would like to read it for other characters, please tell me!

Jumin understood that not everyone wanted to appear in the TV. But, he never knew if there was a real reason. He wished, he would have known. It was a long day, C&R had to bear with the press once again since Chairman Han was involved in a scandal again. You knew that he was stressed and tired and so, you couldn’t be selfish. You knew that the news would wait at C&R but still, you went to visit him in order to support him. Four hours later you wished, you would have been selfish. ,,Are you Mr Han‘s wife?“ ,,Are you Han Mc?“ a lot of reporter asked you the same questions while they tried to make pictures of you. You ignored them and hide behind the guards. You always wanted to have at least five bodyguards. Jumin liked this. He wanted to keep you save. But he knew, everything could happen. He needed bodyguards. He was happy that you accepted them. You entered the building and asked the receptionist about Jumin‘s stay. ,,Good afternoon, Mrs Han. Your husband should be in his office.“ she answered kindly and respectfully. ,,Thank you for your hard work, Hanae.“ you answered and walked over to Jumin’s place. Even before you could knock at his door, he opened the door and hugged you. He buried his face in your neck and sighed loudly. You noticed Jaehee behind his back who was smiling at you. You smiled back before you hugged your Husband back. You stroked his black hair and whispered kind words into his ear ,,It’s okay, Jumin. It’s okay.“

,,Why did you come over?“ he asked you as he slipped his hot coffee Jaehee just prepared. You took his hand and stroked it ,,I‘m your wife and Chairman Han‘s daughter in law. Why should I let you alone in this time? We‘re a family.“ you responded. ,,But Mrs Han-“ Jaehee stopped her sentence as she saw your angry look. Jumin had to chuckle as soon as he saw your happy face when his assistant started her sentence again, this time using your name. ,,Mc, I thought you hated the Media.“ you widened your eyes. You were shocked. ,,Eh?“ you tried to speak. ,,The news, while you came to C&R they took some pictures of you….“ Jumin explained. ,,No…..“ you mumbled. You just realized how dumb your act was. You were trembling now, your whole body. Your face went pale and your mouth became dry. What did you just do…? ,,Mc? Is everything all right?“ Jumin was worried. He was afraid. Why were you that horrified? ,,No…yes, I mean. I‘m alright….I think, I just forgot to feed Elizabeth…“ you tried to make your excuses as credible as possible but deep in your heart, you knew, you failed. ,,Mr Han. We should get going. We need to talk to the press now…“ Jaehee tried to break the silent moment. Your best friend didn’t notice your big lie but, would it have changed something if she had noticed….? ,,Well. I don’t want to disturb you. I just wanted to see if you were alright. I will be waiting at home, Jumin. I love you!“ you kissed him. It was weird but Jumin believed, that this kiss was a good bye kiss. His last kiss. He believed, that your whole fear was into that very kiss. He could feel your heart beat but…was it quicker than always? He couldn’t remember…..

,,So….you actually married the CEO in line?“ a deep voice asked you. Dirty as ever, you thought. But, this wasn’t your imagination, it was real. His voice was there, you knew. Flashbacks came back, your mother screaming, yelling at you, cursing everything and everyone. ,,GO AWAY! Scat!“ she yelled with an angry look. ,,No mommy! I won’t leave you here alone…!“ you cried and tried to hug her. She placed both hands on your shoulders,,You need to stay strong, for Mommy, okay? Just run, don’t look back. Just run and hide. Go to the police…but don’t come back…!“ she whispered before she kissed you on your cheeks, nose and forehead. ,,I love you. I‘m sorry, Mc.“ she whispered before she helped you to escape. To escape from hell. Your hands were still trembling. You didn’t even cry, you already cried, nothing left your eyes anymore. You looked like a zombie with your pale face. It was cold, you forgot your jacked but your fears helped you. You forgot your pain. You did something your mother told you not to do-you looked back. You looked back as you heard a loud shriek. A woman’s shriek reverberated through the wood. You kept running. You just went away. You hoped deeply, that she shrieked because she was just scared but again, you knew deep in your heart, this hope faded away a long time ago.

,,How did you enter the building?“ you asked the murderer. ,,Well, daddy can do anything, right, cutie?“ he laughed as he approached you. ,,My dad is involved in a scandal right now and indeed, he can do everything.“ you answered annoyed. ,,Really? Then, who am I? Do you want to know?“ he whispered in your ear. You stayed still. You didn’t even flinch. You were too afraid to flinch. You just closed your eyes.But nothing changed. It was dark when your eyes were open, and it was dark right now. ,,Your murderer.“ he laughed evilly. He packed your throat and strangled you lightly. He wanted to make it as painful as possible. You tried to reject his strong, big hands. You scratched them and tried to kick him. You knew how good he was at thinks like that, actually. You saw how he killed your big brother and you saw, how he scared your mom with this act. He was going to make it painful for you. He laughed. ,,Yes, the next burden is finally away. I‘m free. You‘re all free…the slut you named mom, the ass you named Oppa and you, you big, ugly trash…your mother thought she could change me with two children…haha…no….never….You destroyed my perfect life. Sex and drugs, women and men, games, money…everything in vain. For what? You…! You thought, now that you married this big dick, you could enjoy your fucking life? No…you’re wrong…“ he laughed once more. You were about to faint, you knew you were about to die. You tried to think about the happy memories with Jumin and the RFA. You tried to die with a smile but it was impossible…. you died with a scared look.

BAM

The pressure lessened. Fresh air entered your lung. But still, you fainted. A soft cry woke you up. Something warm was holding your little hand. Was this heaven? Was your brother comforting you? Was your mom crying for you? You didn’t know. But you felt comfortable. You wanted to let your eyes closed but….you wanted to see them just once more. You opened the eyes, a bright light approached you. Your mother smiled at you, tears in her eyes while she whispered something. A big hand was on her shoulder, she stroked a man, your brother. He also smiled at you. ,,Bye…’’ you heard them before you saw your husband’s dark eyes filled with tears. He was holding your hand. ,,Jumin…’’ you croaked. ,,Psst…I’m happy that you’re awake…just rest…I will watch over you…’’ he whispered. And you really fell asleep.

Two weeks passed already and you told Jumin the whole truth. Your father killed both your brother and your mom. You could escape but after he saw you in the news he knew where you were. Jumin was a bit disappointed that you didn’t tell him sooner but he accepted your choice. He took care of your dad. He cancelled the conference and came home sooner. You appeared a bit troubled. His feeling was right, you were troubled. The very moment he saw you there, almost dying, he acted without thinking and beat him up. ,,Thank you, Jumin…I’m so sorry for not telling you..it’s just that I was scared….I thought, you would leave me…!’’ you confessed. ,,Mc, please don’t think like that…! I would never leave you! I won’t…trust me a bit more! i love you so much, really…!’’

#Jumin #jumin han #jumin x reader #mystic messenger jumin #mm jumin #jumin x mc #zen hyun ryu #Yoosung Kim #jaehee kang #saeyoung choi #mm seven #luciel choi #mm 707 #mm fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #rfa members

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icypantherwrites · 7 years ago

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Fundraiser Fic List and Statistics

I would like to thank everyone once more for their support of my friend and special shoutouts and love to the individuals who purchased fanfiction commissions from me through my fundraiser and helped me raise over $300 that went straight to my friend. Thank you!

I have officially finished all of the purchased fundraiser commissions so thought it’d be fun to do a little by the numbers post along with links to all of the fics. For the record I am now taking fic commissions due to the furthered interest (you guys ♥) and you can find details here if you want to commission your own.

The full fic list will be below the keep reading tab as it got a little long. ^^; All right. Here we go.

Total number of fics: 13

Total number of words written: 95,713

Start date of first published fic: March 11, 2018

Finish date of thirteenth published fic: April 10, 2018

Longest fic: So Much to Offer* (10,361 words)

Shortest fic: Poison (2,876 words)

Lance as main/second main character: 13/13 (yup ;p)

Hunk appearances as main/second main: 5/13

Pidge appearances as main/second main: 2/13

Shiro appearances as main/second main: 1/13**

Keith/Coran/Allura appearances as main/second main: 0/13**

*In the Name of Love is technically the longest but that is because I went and added a second chapter. Commissioned wise it is not the longest one.

**I give Keith two third spots though for his roles in Smile and The Price of Peace, Coran one third spot for Smile and Shiro one third spot for Passing Grade. Allura sadly got passed over for all of these cept for a small role in The Price of Peace. So sorry, hun. I love you though ♥

Most Popular Fics -- Top Two

(deigned by a combination of hits, comments, kudos and bookmarks)

1. The runaway winner was The Cost of Winning with 2,601 hits, 37 comment threads, 356 kudos and 78 bookmarks. This one featured Lance and Pidge captured and forced to fight in the arena. Lots of platonic Plance and some BAMF moments for both. (it has a sequel too for the aftermath which would appreciate some love ♥!)

2. The runner-up was Sounds of Darkness with 1,841 hits, 32 comment threads, 282 kudos and 70 bookmarks. More Langst abound featuring sensory deprivation but some soft and warm platonic Shance to make you not want to sob in a corner by the end all while making sure you can hear yourself crying.

Fics that Need More Love -- Bottom Two

(deigned by a combination of hits, comments, kudos and bookmarks)

There is not enough Hunk love in this fandom. Please. Give my ray of sunshine more of it. He deserves all of the happiness... even if both of these involve him in pain. Whoops.

12. Please know that If the World Should Freeze was one of my favorites because it features the best relationship there is in VLD, platonic Hance ♥ The boys find themselves in an icy wasteland with a happy serving of Hunk!whump. Yesss. Rang in with 517 hits, 19 comment threads, 92 kudos and 14 bookmarks.

13. The other Hunk!whump fic of Strength of Your Word rounds out the bottom here.This is another adventure between him and Lance involving some less than savory weasel aliens and a jewel that everyone wants to get their paws, er, hands on. Totaled in at 483 hits, 22 comment threads, 86 kudos and 13 bookmarks.

And that rounds out the stat lines! You can find all thirteen fics below to peruse at your leisure. Please do be sure to leave a comment on them if you read and enjoyed; I really appreciate them ♥ Thank you and enjoy!

Tumblr Poll!

Last thing before you head off. These stats were all compiled via AO3 (which has taken over as my main platform) but I’d love to hear from the Tumblr audience for an informal poll rather than data stats. Which fic of the thirteen was your favorite? Feel free to comment below or send it via an ask! If majority was my favorite fic of the set I’ll do a little something ♥

Fic List

Posted in order of publish date, oldest first.

Poison

Summary: Lance is fine. Or, at least he keeps telling himself that. He’s most definitely not a victim of the unknown disease with no cure sweeping through the city. Nope. But now he’s coughing up blood? Maybe… maybe he isn’t so fine after all. / “H-Hunk,” he whispered. “I… I think I’m s-sick.” Hunk let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Yeah, Lance. You are.“ Alternate universe, Langst

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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The Cost of Winning

This fic will have a sequel follow-up focusing on a recovery arc. Date TBD. Story is complete as is though.

Summary: “The Blue and Green Paladins serve no purpose to the Empire,“ the Galran commander smirked at his bound captives. “And as such you have no use except as arena fodder.�� He chuckled. “Give us a good show before you die.” / Lance is determined to protect Pidge and save her from the arena. She will not die here. Over his dead body. Hopefully it’s not quite that literal of a promise.

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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In the Name of Love

Summary: Lance just wanted to buy a flower. Instead he's now the newest victim of a serial killer who has no plans to release him until he has served his purpose. Lance may be a Paladin but he's got a higher calling in life now. And it starts with his death. / "Do not try and resist again," his captor warned, "You will not like the consequences." Lance's voice cracked. "Like being eaten?"

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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Passing Grade

Summary: If Lance stayed in the shower long enough maybe the water would wash everything away. Maybe it would make him forget unwanted hands and the scratchy couch. Maybe… A sob tore through his throat. No. There was no forgetting. But he did have to paste on a smile and try to because no one could find out. Otherwise it was all over. AU - College

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.Net

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Faces of Home

Summary: There were murmured, familiar voices when Lance awoke that quieted almost immediately when he blinked open his eyes. “Easy, easy,” someone soothed as he tried to sit up. Someone familiar. Lance gasped. “Mamá?” Because somehow… somehow he was home. / Lance is injured in a fight against the Galra and wakes to find himself in the care of his family. But… how did he wind up back on Earth? Something wasn’t quite right…

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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Sounds of Darkness

Summary: Lance couldn’t see. Or hear. Or move. The silent darkness was all encompassing and it was pressing in; choking him, drowning him, blinding him. He screamed but it was swallowed whole into the void of nothingness. Lance trembled, pain shaking his limbs, and faintly wondered if he’d even made a sound at all.

Read it on: Ao3 Fanfiction.net

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Smile

Summary: Lance glanced at the mirror. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he was remembering. Like, the first glance had freaked him out but it really wasn’t that noticeable. He worried his lip in indecision before finally making his way over to the mirror. He had to know. Just… just a peek. Without further ado Lance gave a tentative smile. And despair crashed down once more.

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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Nothing to Be Afraid Of

Summary: Hunk will admit it. He’s afraid of many things and being captured by the Galra alongside Lance ranks at the top. But it’s the Galra who should be afraid. After all, they just unleashed a brilliant engineer and a quick-witted sharpshooter in their base. Better watch out. – “Uh, Hunk, what are you doing?” “Making bombs,” Hunk replied cheerfully. “Oh, okay- bombs?” Lance squeaked.

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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So Much to Offer

Summary: “I suppose though I should see what we’re working with, hm?” the slaver mused. “A pretty face is only part of the package after all.” His dark eyes met Lance’s and he shivered at the absolute depravity that stared back at him. “Let’s see what you have to offer.” / While trying to save his dying team, Lance is captured and sold into the slave trade. Time is running out… for everyone.

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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If the World Should Freeze

Summary: "Lance, st-stop," Hunk moaned, stumbling and splattering crimson upon the snow. "I c-can't…" The rest of his words trailed off as dark spots danced in his vision. "No!" Lance dug his hands into Hunk's vest as though that could keep him upright. "Don't you dare. Keep moving!" / Hunk and Lance are stranded in an icy wasteland but the cold is quickly becoming the least of their problems. Because the huge, hungry creature chasing them? Yeah. They're in trouble.

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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The Price of Peace

Summary: (Sequel to The Cost of Winning) They may have escaped the arena but things back home are far from all right. Keith is struggling. Shiro is hiding. Lance is suffering violent flashbacks and she’s having nightmares too. It’s wrong. It’s all wrong. Pidge hates it. She wants her space family back. Not this broken version of them. It looks like she’s just going to have to fix it. And Lance is going to help.

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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Strength of Your Word

Summary: “Open his mouth,” Hunk heard the order and Lance’s chokes turned to a low moan. “Let’s make him smile nice and red,” came the hiss. And Hunk? He’s had enough. / Lance saves Hunk. Hunk saves Lance. Rinse and repeat. It’s what they do. So when a simple mission turns deadly these two are going to have each other’s backs. No matter the consequences.

Read it on: AO3 Fanfiction.net

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Disjointed Soul

Summary: Lance falls victim to a Soul Leecher, a dark spirit that is drawn to disjointed souls to steal them for itself. The Paladins must go into Lance’s very soul to save him, uncovering truths about themselves and Lance in the process. Time is of the essence before Lance is lost forever. Good thing they have such helpful soul guides.

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“Hi there baby Lance,” Hunk greeted.

“Ohwah,” Lance burbled back. “¡Ohwah!”

“Ohwah?” Pidge repeated.

��I think he’s saying ”hola,’“ Hunk grinned. "You know, "hello” in Spanish. Hola, baby Lance.“

”¡Ohwah! ¡Ohwah!“

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kaleidopewrites · 7 years ago

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Dancer meets Gymnast

Summary: After Lance is dragged to his daughter’s dance lesson, he realises that it’s a lot more interesting than he last remembered it to be

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Dancer!Reader

Word Count: 2281

Warnings: few swear words but that’s it

A/N: Thank you Anon for requesting! I had to tamper a bit this one, as I wasn’t 100% sure what idea to go with. But I hoped it turned out pretty good :)

Requests are open! | Masterlist

There was no way Lance was doing this free of charge. He could be doing better things with his day; training for the Olympics and breaking down students at the gym just to name a few. However, there really was only one girl that could make him do this.

Charlotte Tucker.

Lance pulled up at the big house and didn’t even get to the front door before it swung open, an overly excited eight-year-old girl barreling out of the house in nothing but a glittery pink leotard and grey sweat pants.

“Dad!” She screamed, a huge smile on her face as she opened her arms wide, a few strands falling from a perfect bun. Lance grinned as he bent down, picking her up in his strong arms before giving her a big hug.

“Ah, hello princess!” He greeted, peppering her cheeks with tiny kisses, making her giggle.

“Dad, stop!” She laughed, lightly trying to punch him before he let her go, placing her gently on the floor.

“Charlotte, your bag!” As soon as Lance heard her voice, his grin vanished. He looked up, spotting Maggie in the door of the house, the bag she takes to her dance classes in her hand. As soon as she saw Lance, the smile faded.

“Good morning, Maggie,” Lance grinned, looking probably smug and sarcastic but he didn’t care. Charlotte sighed as she walked back up the stairs to grab her bag, smiling at her mum and saying goodbye.

“I’ll talk to you later then,” Lance smiled but Maggie didn’t respond as she rolled her eyes before turning, slamming the door behind her.

“Dad, don’t worry about it,” Charlotte sighed, moving over to the car, her chirpiness dying away. He watched his daughter go, as she slid into the passenger seat of his vehicle.

Lance may never admit it, but he hated the bad blood between him and Maggie. At the time, it was only meant to be a one-night stand, and he was an arrogant prick back then, but times had changed. Especially when Charlotte was born.

He wanted to see her every day, be around her and hang out with her. Truth be told, he didn’t exactly want to go to her dance class. He’s been once. Surrounded by prissy mothers with their expensive haircuts and horrible attitudes.

Gymnastics wasn’t very different.

Lance climbed into the driver’s seat, sliding his sunnies back over his eyes. He glanced towards his daughter who sat silently in her seat before pulling out of the driveway and heading towards the dance studio.

“Hey, after class, I’ll get you your favourite smoothie, if you like?” Lance offered, glancing briefly at the glum girl. She brightened a little at the offer. “Yeah, I’d like that.” She grinned. Lance laughed before switching on her favourite radio station.

As he pulled up at studio, Charlotte was about to leap out of the car, but she paused. “Dad?” She asked, stopping to look up at him right before he himself could climb out.

“Yes, princess?”

“Please don’t flirt with my new dance teacher,” Lance was taken aback but her statement, but the look on her face; she was serious.

“I—Of course. When did you get a new teacher?” He asked as they stepped out of the car, heading towards the studio. “Only a few weeks ago. Our old teacher, well, something happened to him. But she’s super nice and Mum’s warned me that you might mess it up,”

“Mess it up? Since when do I mess anything up?” As soon as the question left his mouth, he knew he screwed up. He didn’t need his daughter’s pointed look to know he had.

With a sigh, he moved to open the door for her, before following her inside. The lobby was relatively quiet, and as he followed Charlotte through the studio, it remained that way. As soon as she pushed open the door to her dance room, he was impacted with the noise.

Charlotte didn’t move to greet any friends, just awkwardly wave at them from afar as the Tucker’s moved into the room. Lance tried not to cringe at the mothers all looking up to see him, eyes sparkling with interest with him. He didn’t come often, and Dad’s weren’t common around here.

“Hello,” Lance jumped when he heard a voice beside him and turned, eyeing the unfamiliar face that approached him. You were skinny, wearing the school leotard underneath lazy sweatpants. Your hair wasn’t up in a perfect bun, more, it was slightly messy and rushed.

Lance couldn’t help but stare. Your skin was fair and well taken care of, natural (Y/H/C) pulled tightly into the messy bun. You held yourself with an air of confidence and yet elegance. He agreed that you must be one heck of a dancer.

“Hi, Miss (Y/N),” Charlotte smiles, giving you a wave. You smile down at her. “Hello Charlotte, how are we today? Have you been doing your stretches?”

“Oh yeah! Every day,”

“And who’s this?” You quirked an eyebrow, giving Lance a sideways glance. He couldn’t tell if you were checking him out or sizing him up. Either way, it put a fire in his stomach so strong, it made him fidget slightly.

No woman had ever done that to him.

“This is my Dad,” She introduced and your whole face lit up with realisation.

You’d heard of the infamous Lance Tucker before. Charlotte loved talking about her father, his achievements in gymnastics and the such. With the separation of both parents, she trusted you with most of her worries.

She usually spoke of Lance with admiration and excitement, always ready to talk about how he won gold and silver at Toronto. You’d never met him until now, but the way she described Lance, he seemed to be one heck of a guy.

Then again, whenever you talked to Maggie, her mother and usual parent to drop off Charlotte, she obviously had different views on Tucker. The endless strings of insults and complaints was enough to drive anyone insane.

And, looking at him now, you may have to agree with her.

Lance Tucker had the air of a douchebag.

“Lance Tucker, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” You smile, holding out your hand. Lance grasped it, smiling a big, million-dollar grin as he looked down at you, sneaking glimpses whenever he could.

“Didn’t realise I was so famous around here,” Lance chuckled as he slowly let go of your hand, feeling the smooth skin against his own, calloused ones. “You’ve been mentioned once or twice,” You say off-handed, striking a blow to his ego.

With a simple grin, you turn away as you call to begin the class. Lance couldn’t help but stay rooted, taking Charlotte’s bag when she gave it to him. He watched as she stood at the front of the class, not bothering to remove her sweatpants as she started the warmup.

Lance knew, he’d have to turn up to these classes a little more.

Everyone got defensive every time Lance offered to drive Charlotte to her dance class. Maggie even took time out to give him a lecture one day, demanding that for the sake of their daughter that he doesn’t bang her dance teacher. But that was the thing.

Lance didn’t want to fuck you.

Of course, he felt that pull, that urge to run his fingertips across your skin, but he never wanted any sort of one-night stand. He wanted to know who you were first. He yearned to understand your personality.

Your likes, dislikes, least favourite movies, whether you drank or not, what your favourite music genre was, where you’re ticklish; everything. He’d rather take you out for a nice dinner before curling up on the couch to watch a movie.

Never did he ever want to hurt you like that.

When he walked through the studio doors, he expected you to be there, a warm smile on your face as you greeted the class. He expected the light banter that went between you two, as you remind him that he wasn’t all fancy or all powerful.

But you weren’t there. In your place, was a guy wearing sweatpants with short hair brushed back from his eyes. Lance looked confused as he looked around the room, trying to find you but had no such luck.

“Mr Ryan!” Charlotte grinned happily as she walked into the room, running up to greet the man in Lance’s favourite teacher’s place. He finally noticed the absence of the other parents in the room.

“Lance Tucker, right?” The man, Ryan, asked, appearing before him. Lance was hesitant as he shook the man’s hand. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. I don’t allow parents in the classroom while I’m teaching,”

“What happened to (Y/N)?” Lance asked, folding his arms over his chest and probably looking a little intimidating.

“(Y/N)? She was just my stand in while I was on holiday,” Ryan shrugged. Lance didn’t further the conversation, leaving before the teacher could say anything more. Charlotte watched her father go, slightly worried but trusting him not to do anything reckless.

As the minutes dragged on outside the room, Lance found himself getting impatient. Normally he could sit for hours and watch you dance, watching you flitter across the room more graceful than anyone he’d ever seen.

After a moment, he stood from the seat and took a random hall through the studio, forcing his hands into his pockets. This was why he hated bringing Charlotte to dance class; all the waiting.

As he walked through the building, he came across a room half lit up, slow music wafting out the door. When he looked inside, he was surprised to find you there, wearing a training bra, yoga shorts and stockings.

You were there stretching, getting ready for your own performance later that year. When you weren’t taking Ryan’s class, you were taking up one of the rooms, proffering to practice on your own to let the music take control.

You loved dancing, everything about it. The gracefulness and the power that came with it. You were dedicated, strong, but you only wanted to dance. You didn’t want to compete with other students, or go to extreme measures. You just wanted to have fun.

As you moved into another stretch, you easily spotted Lance’s shadow peeking into the room. You hid your grin behind the wall of hair you hadn’t put up yet. You stay like that for a moment, knowing he was checking you out.

With the small talks you both exchanged over the few weeks you took Charlotte’s class, you realise that maybe you’d been fed the wrong information. While Lance was flirtatious and cocky, he seemed to be hiding a kind man underneath, only having seen him a few times.

But you wanted to see more of this side of Lance.

“I can see you perving over there,” You finally announce, standing from the stretch to look at him, pushing your hair over your head so you could see. Lance grinned as he walked inside, taking a moment to look around the room.

“What are you doing?” He asked, coming to a stop before you, so you could see the curiosity in his eyes. “Stretching. I like to train by myself whenever I get the chance. Dancing with a group is fine, but I like to go through the steps alone sometimes, you know?”

Lance nodded, seeming to understand. Maybe he experienced the same in gymnastics. You watch him for a moment, as he watches you, before bending down to curl your fingers around your ankle, rising to lift your leg easily above your head to stretch.

Without hesitation, Lance steps forwards and allows you to use him like a wall, stretching your foot against him. “Thanks,” You hum, leaning over your leg to warm up your muscles.

“Sorry. I probably should’ve offered first,” You’d never seen Lance go red in the cheeks, watching as this shy personality started peeking through. You lowered your leg as you shake your head, lifting the other one and resting it against his shoulder.

“It’s fine, Lance. Can you put a hand to my knee? Help stretch out my muscles?” You ask, reaching back to tie up your hair. Lance blushed a little darker before lifting a hand, pressing it against your knee and straightening out your leg. You hum, stretching over your leg.

Subconsciously, you reach forwards and slide his hand up your thigh a little, tackling the muscles you may be missing. His palm tenses beneath you before you realise what you did and you slowly pull out of the stretch.

With your own blushing cheeks, you lower your leg, running a hand down your thigh. When you look back up to him, you realise he’d stepped a little closer to you, his breath fanning your forehead with his hands resting dangerously close to yours.

As you look into his eyes, a spark seemed to pass between you. This small, unspoken emotion passes between one another and you couldn’t help getting a little lost in his deep blue eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips before he reached forwards, taking yours in them.

You couldn’t help the fireworks that exploded in your stomach as he kissed you, lips soft and gentle as if he was afraid to hurt you. You found your hands gently holding his cheeks before they stretched up into his hair after he pulled you flush against his chest.

You smile into the kiss as you slowly pull away, slightly breathless.

“So, are you gonna buy me dinner first, or what?”

#lance tucker #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker imagine #the bronze #sebastian stan

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i-just-love-writing-crap · 7 years ago

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Ben Being on Vocal Rest Headcanons

Warnings: fluff and the tiniest hint of smut, maybe a few swear my perfect wifey dearest, @radicallyred, suggested this in our discord chat and i volunteered as tribute to write this! I may lowkey get outta hand with this one, so it’ll probs be longer, e n d m y e x i s t e n c e TAGS: @problematicc-favs @flowreatr @jaredstrashcan DA MASTERLIST Y’ALL

So your boyfriend, Ben Platt, is on vocal rest for a week and it started yesterday—Sunday, August 20th, 2017

It was somewhat funny to you because he had to carry around a whiteboard, marker and eraser

ya know, so he could still communicate with people when you two were out in public

Anyways, sometime Monday morning you were in the kitchen (of your condo/hotel room/wherever you two are staying), making him some tea that would help him when he woke up

then you heard your phone ding with a text

it was from Ben and it read:

Hey, (y/n), where did you go? I wake up and you’re gone :(

You chuckle to yourself and text an answer: I’m sorry, sweetheart, I was in the kitchen fixing some ginger root tea for you to drink

A moment after you send the text, you hear Ben getting out of bed and then hear his footsteps approaching the kitchen

Your lips curl into a tender smile as you look over your shoulder and see him, whiteboard in tote

Rolling your eyes, you say, returning your gaze to the tea you were making for him and yourself, “You didn’t have to get out of bed, y’know. I was going to come back with the tea”

Ben walks up to you and hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder; you could feel him shaking his head no

“I’m serious, I swear I was coming right back after I fixed the tea, you goofball”

He nods, producing a low, almost inaudible hum; this signals that he knows you were telling the truth, but he still wanted to get out of bed

“Don’t hum either, Ben. No noises come out of you for an entire week, remember” you scold him for humming

Ben pulled away from the hug and writes on the whiteboard, “But (y/n), it was just a barely audible hum, I think that’s fine maybe like once or twice”

Rolling your eyes you answer, “No, it’s not fine. You were told not to make any sounds and I’m gonna make damn sure you don’t! Can’t have you damaging the gorgeous voice I love hearing so much now can I?”

At this point, you turn to face him and gently touch his cheek, flashing him a toothy, sweet grin

For a moment, Ben forgot to breath; you were always so nice to him and looking out for his health, even when he wasn’t

Erasing his previous words, he replaced them with new ones, “You’re right, doll”

“Damn right I’m right, Platt,” you answer, grabbing your and his cup of tea then pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Now, want to come sit in the den, watch tv, and drink your tea?”

He nods and follows you into the living room; he nestles on the couch right beside you, on your left so he could write something if need be, and places his communication method on the coffee table in front of the couch

Once you’ve both settled into your spots, you hand him his cup of tea, warning, “It’s hot, be careful, honey”

Ben gives you a sarcastic “ya don’t say?” look as he takes his cup into his hands

“Look, I gotta warn people, okay? Last time I didn’t, Will broke one of my teacups like the dork he is”

The two of you laughed, Ben obviously laughing silently, at the thought; Will was hilarious

The two of you sip on your tea as you watch Criminal Minds for the remainder of the morning and well into the early parts of the afternoon

At one point during the afternoon, Ben wrapped his arms around your shoulder as he scooted closer to you, leaning his head on yours

After he does this, he reaches for his whiteboard, grabs it, brings it onto his lap and starts writing, “That ginger root tea was delicious, thanks baby”

You smile as you read that and reply with a sweet, “You’re welcome, Benny, anything to help you get better”

“Have I ever told you how much I appreciate and love you?”

“Yeah, quite a few times. I think everyone’s sick of you gushing how amazing I am backstage that’s how often you do it, Ben”

You could hear him rolling his eyes as he erased the board and writes, “I’m not apologizing for gushing over the best thing to happen to me. I will keep doing it”

A laugh erupts from your throat, “Will’s gonna flip a table if you keep doing it”

“And? He’s just jealous that I napped the hottest, chillest, awesomest, most caring person.”

“Awww, that’s sweet, Ben”

“It’s the truth” he writes back, writing truth in big letters and underlining it

You roll your eyes and say that he is just saying that to flatter you, that you certainly aren’t the hottest, or the chillest, or the awesomest but that you try to be the most caring

His marker clatters to the whiteboard as his hand shoots to your face and forces you to look at him; once you were looking at him, he mouths slowly, “You are all of those things, (y/n). And I love you with all my heart”

Oh, OH, O H!

Your heart melts as you read his lips; you answer with a shy, little, “…oh… wow… th-thanks Ben…”

This adorable man gives you the single, cutest, most heart-stopping smile that could be mustered on this earth as he just softly pulls you into a kiss

Kisses with Ben were almost always sweet to the core, and this one was no different

oKAY, so it may have been a bIIT different, mAYBE!

But Ben swears it was only cuz he couldn’t voice anything how he felt for you in that moment and just writing that ish down for you to read would nOT cut it for him right then

The arm around your shoulders falls down to your waist and he pulls you closer to him on the couch

tHe KiSs Is LiKe HeLLa SLow bUT hELLA iMpAsSiOnEd, yA GEt mEE?

Ben is like pouring all the feelings he couldn’t articulate to you at the time into this single kiss:

How much he adores you, how much he truly loves you, how beautiful you are to him, how much your love and company mean to him, how much he wishes to stay with your for the rest of his life—the whole nine yards of mushy sHIt you can say to the one you love with all your heart

YOU WERE DYING!!!

Instinctively, your hands dart to his hair, fingers combing through his silky soft hair,

which caused a pleasured sigh to escape him through his nose

Soon you two were completely lost in the kiss, your hands in his hair and one of his hands still cupping your cheek and the other still around your waist

You are so lost in the bliss that you neither hear Ben’s whiteboard and marker clattering to the floor as it fell out of his lap, nor do you feel him tugging your body down on top of his

Subconsciously, you hands eventually slide out of his hair, down the back of his neck whereupon reaching the nape of his neck, they go their separate ways as they traced along the tops of Ben’s clothed shoulder-blades over his shoulders and down to the center of his chest

Okay, now you need oxygen and are the first to reluctantly pull away from your heated kiss

It is then that you realize you’re straddling Ben and you look down at him in confusion, asking, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, when the heck did this happen?”

Playing coy, Ben shrugs his shoulders before using the hand that had not left your face to comb some hair out of your face; so your (h/c) locks wouldn’t obscure your gorgeous (e/c) orbs from his longing gaze

You blush a bit, realizing the loving and pinning gaze your silent boyfriend was giving you

“You did this while I was lost in the kiss, didn’t you?”

With an slightly devious, but overall loving, smile, Ben nods

You gasped and gently slap your hand against his chest, blushing and looking away, “Ben! You devil”

Reaching over the edge of the couch, Ben retrieves his whiteboard and writes, “Well, what can I say? I like it when you straddle me, doll”

“You are such a sub, Ben,” you groan, winking at him

He erases and writes, “It’s sexy for you to be in charge, okay? Sue me!”

You smile down at him, shifting your hips and watching him bite his lower lip hard to refrain from making noises

“I know you find it incomprehensibly sexy when I’m in charge, Ben. Which is why you’re hard right now, huh?”

A blush rises on his cheeks and he quickly writes, “Okay, maybe! And most of that excitement came from the kiss! I promise!!”

“Looks like we got a situation on Aisle 23 that needs to be immediately subdued. I repeat, subduing needed on Aisle 23 immediately” you say as you start to remove your clothes

BEN AL MO ST SCREAMED

And the rest of the day was spent dealing with The situation on Aisle 23 over and over again because Ben kept finding ways to kiss you and get you to straddle him

I HAVE DONE IT!! HERE IS MY SHITTY SIN FOR MY BEAUTIFUL, AMAZING WIFE!!! AND TUMBLR/DISCORD FAM! Hope y’all like it, this was too fun to write. kILL ME! Also you get the Aisle 23 joke? BECAUSE BEN IS 23?! AAAAAHHHH i’m gonna go kill myself now for making that shitty fucking joke.

#ben platt x reader #ben platt #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen imagine #headcanon #deh cast #vocal rest #result of discord coversations #tumblr fam #will roland #mike faist #laura dreyfuss

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ebonyshaha · 8 years ago

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an anderperry fic: he keeps his face toward the sun

title is based on a quote by w.w "keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.“

this is a modern!au btw

Netflix. Neil knows he’s gonna have to shake hands with and practically sign his soul over to the CEO of the company, he believes it’s a fair price to pay for the state of nirvana that he’s in. A sense of bliss is so potent within him that he wouldn’t be surprised if it started dripping out of his pores and rose up throughout the classroom in a vaporous brume. He’s got a silly stupid grin on his face that he isn’t even aware of - he’s that happy. And he’s certain that with his heart beating as hard as it is, it’ll thump out of his chest unlike ever before, save for that time Todd’s shirt pulled up along with his sweatshirt when he was taking it off and Neil was able to catch a glimpse of the other teen’s bare skin. He had thoughts for days (and nights) about what it would be like to touch Todd’s flesh there (to touch it at all, honestly), to place his mouth on him, to kiss, to bite down and leave a mark. Needless to say, Neil’s never been filled with so much emotion, has never been this overwhelmed with infatuation, and has never felt this gay (in both meanings of the word).

And all because Neil’s got Todd sitting adjacent to him, their shoulders and arms pressed against each other’s, their heads close together. Neil’s pretty sure that if he turns his head his nose will graze against Todd’s cheek. He almost wants to turn, just so that he can accidentally (purposefully) touch him. Perhaps he could play it off as a mistake, like he had been about to tell a funny joke that the current scene of the movie had reminded him of. Or maybe he could say he was just trying to stretch his neck. Neil scoffs at himself, at his own ridiculous thoughts. He wishes he weren’t like this, wishes he weren’t so hell-bent on getting closer to Todd, wishes he didn’t have all these butterflies swarming around in his stomach, wishes he could control himself and quit acting so… so love-struck.

This shouldn’t be a big deal. This isn’t a big deal. Neil watches Netflix with Nuwanda all the time. And nothing ever happens between them. Sure, Nuwanda makes jokes about it but nothing ever becomes of them. Neil watches Netflix with Meeks and Pitts, too. Usually documentaries, of course, it’s kind of hard to get hard watching those things, so bad example, maybe. But what of the times when they’ve watched comedies? Neil’s never felt this overwhelmed by having Meeks’ shoulder this close, or Pitt’s thigh adjoined to his. They’re friends, only friends, and Neil has no qualms about that. Why does he have a problem with simply being friends with Todd? Shouldn’t he be okay with just being friends with Todd?

He used to have a crush on Nuwanda. A while ago, sure, but still. He used to want to date his best friend, he wanted to kiss them, and he wanted to fall in love with them. Neil felt deeply for them but he got over it. He was able to move on, and in no less than a few months, even. Why can’t he do that this time? It’s April, for crying out loud. Wasn’t it in October that Neil first realized his crush? Or was it in November? Neil can’t recall the exact time but he can remember the feelings he felt, and the way Todd looked at the moment, and how everything appeared to fall into place.

He remembers looking over at Todd sitting in his desk and seeing Mr. Keating look down towards him while standing in front of him and telling him to step up, to be put out of his misery. Todd had said, “I- I didn’t do it. I didn’t write a poem.”

To which Keating responded, “Mr. Anderson thinks everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn’t that right, Todd?”

The words sent a shot of pain through Neil’s chest, which made him confused at the time. The answer of why didn’t quite hit him until later.

Neil wasn’t sure if Keating was truly talking to Todd at that moment, it seemed he was talking more so to the class than to Todd, giving Neil an uneasy feeling in his gut. He didn’t like when people pointed things out about other people like that. He hoped Mr. Keating was wrong about what he said. He hoped Todd didn’t feel that way about himself. He certainly didn’t think that way about him. He’s always thought the opposite, in fact.

“Well, I think you’re wrong. I think you have something inside of you that is worth a great deal.” Keating continued, as he walked over to his chalkboard and then wrote, ‘I sound my barbaric YAWP over the rooftops of the world’. After introducing Walt Whitman to the class again, even pointing out a picture of him hanging above the classroom, Mr. Keating told Todd, “I would like you to give us a demonstration of a barbaric yawp.”

Chuckles were made from some of the other students. Neil pursed his eyebrows together, growing frustrated with them. Couldn’t they see how uncomfortable Todd already was? Why did they have to be such assholes?

From where Neil was sitting, he could see Todd rolling his eyes. “C’mon, you can’t yawp sitting down,” Keating said, “Let’s go, c’mon, up.” Todd reluctantly stood and followed Keating to the front of the classroom. More laughs, snickers, and chuckles were released into the atmosphere. Neil was confused, as was everyone else as to what Keating was doing but he was also intrigued and wanted to know what Keating had up his sleeve. Keating stood beside him, and started making his way to the chalkboard again so that he could rest against it, “You gotta get in ‘yawping’ stance.” “A yawp?” Todd asked for clarification, moving his hands somewhat. Neil could tell he didn’t want to be up there, his face was starting to get a blush to it. “No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp.” The word barbaric had been enunciated, and Neil remembers that Keating had grown more passionate here as he showed Todd how to do it correctly. Todd tried after, by that which Neil means that Todd didn’t really try. Keating knew this, the whole class knew it. Keating told him, “C’mon. Louder!” Todd tried twice after that with the same level of tone. Neil seems to recall Mr. Keating calling the boy a mouse and screaming loudly at him to yell like a man.

There was a change in the classroom just after that. It was like the tectonic plates of who Todd thought he was and who the class thought Todd was were being shifted. Todd yelled out, “YAWP” in such a loud and, yes, barbaric manner that students stopped laughing and Keating seemed appeased.

“There it is. You see, you have a barbarian in you, after all.” Keating had said.

Now, Neil can’t remember much of what happened after that exactly, but he will never forget the words that fell from Todd’s lips. It’s almost like they jumped out from Todd’s mouth and landed in Neil’s heart.

“A m-m-madman,” Todd had said when Keating asked him what he thought of the picture of Walt Whitman hanging on the wall. Keating didn’t make it easy for Todd, pressed him for more details. Todd replied with, “A c-crazy madman.” Same result. “Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman.” “Good God, boy, there’s a poet in you, after all! There, close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close ‘em. Now, describe what you see.” Keating put his hands over Todd’s eyes and they began to spin around. “Uh, I-I close my eyes. Uh, and this image floats beside me.” Neil remembered him being interrupted a few times by Keating but couldn’t think of what he had said. “A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. H-His hands reach out and choke me.”

Keating had uttered words of praise before removing his hands from Todd. Todd kept his eyes closed.

Neil felt electricity run throughout the room, lightning strikes sparked up the entire place. Neil thinks that it’s what set Todd on fire. Neil also think’s he caught on fire with him. He’s certain that he’s been slowly burning alongside the blond boy’s bright flame since then. He wishes that they could join together to make one hell of a light show. “And, and all the time he’s mumbling. M-Mumbling, ‘Truth. Truth is like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold’.” The students began to laugh and Todd opened his eyes. Keating quickly gestured for him to close them again. “Forget them, forget them. Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket.”

“Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.” Todd opened his eyes. Everything was silent just before a rambunctious noise filled the room, people began to clap and cheer for Todd. Neil can’t remember if he clapped or not. Perhaps he did, but honestly he was so enthralled with how Todd’s sweet smile made his stomach do flips that it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that all Neil could do at that moment was look at him. Todd, in that moment, was like a sun that he could look at without being blinded, something absolutely mesmerizing and enticing and beautiful.

Neil couldn’t help but wonder how Todd felt at that moment. He had been taken out of his comfort zone and made to speak in front of classmates who’ve laughed at him, yet he was able to create and perform an original poem like that.

He still can’t recall if it was in October or November, but he’s resolved the matter. He has a crush on Todd Anderson, and whether he likes it or not, it doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.

Not with them visiting New York during Spring Break together. They hadn’t gotten tickets to a broadway show but they were able to watch a production of a modernized Shakespeare play that had them both laughing a lot. And staying the night at one another’s house hadn’t helped in the slightest. Neither of them ever took the floor. They’d share the bed, and every breath the other took, it felt like. Todd reading his poems to Neil, though, was probably what had him encompassed in flames of love. Not all the times Todd’s looked at him with a smile, nor the times they’ve rested their heads on the other’s shoulder… It was when Todd opened up his notebook and read aloud from it, shared his thoughts with Neil, that Neil felt like he was falling in love. No, knew that he was falling in love.

Neil realizes this is different than how it was with Nuwanda. It’s different because it’s Todd. Ever since Neil first met Todd on orientation day, he’s had feelings blooming within him. A flower’s been growing inside of his body slowly but surely since the moment he first talked to the young man. As they’ve grown closer, with the help of shared classes and the initiation of the Dead Poets Society as a club there at Wellton High, Neil’s feelings have grown.

Neil knows that if it weren’t a big deal he wouldn’t be freaking out as much as he is, he wouldn’t be -

Oh fuck, Todd’s finger just grazed his. Neil glances down. He sees their hands resting beside each other’s on their laps. Todd’s pinky is adjacent to his.

What should he do? What should he do?! Should he do something? What if he does nothing? What if he ignores it? But what if he takes Todd’s hand into his? And it turns that Todd had only moved his hand there by accident?

Neil’s thoughts continue screaming just before they quiet down when Todd fully wraps his hand into his. A flurry of ecstasy and euphoria makes it’s way through Neil’s bloodstream a hundred times over. He beams brighter than ever before and he immediately tangles their fingers together, feeling the softness of Todd’s skin, and starts to trace his thumb along the back of Todd’s hand.

Out of his peripheral vision, he sees Todd starting to turn his head. He starts to do so as well, and in an awkward embarrassing mess of a moment, they nudge their noses together. Todd lets out a laugh, and then, seeing that it’s more funny than anything else, Neil does too. And before he knows what’s happening, they’re kissing. They’re kissing. Everything’s perfect, everything’s right, and Neil swears that Todd’s mouth fits his exactly. Neil moves his lips with Todd’s, slowly and softly. Todd tastes like the fruit candy they were shoving into their mouths by the handfuls earlier. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to eat them again without thinking of right now, Todd’s mouth pressed against his, his tongue making its way into his mouth.

Yeah, Neil definitely owes Netflix.

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