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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance, Smut duh

Wordcount: 5k (medium)

Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain't supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you'll miss the scene, honestly I didn't include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I'm done I think, wow mom I've sinned less than usual..

Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.

Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he's cute, so its fine. Probably.

Jungkook is floating.

He thinks about what lies above the waves, and cant think of anything he really finds interesting. The surface is littered in junk, in things humans leave behind without thinking twice about it. It's air is thick and stuffy, hard to breathe and never clear at all. It's crowded, with creatures who at the end of the day all look the same in his eyes. There's nothing exciting about the world people walk on.

Its boring, and dirty.

His own home is, compared to that, a kingdom radiating like the moon itself. It shines and sparkles, and harbors some of the most beautiful creatures ever to be found. He and his family, as well as everyone else, live in peace with nature down underneath the waves, existing side by side instead of trying to gain the upper hand all the time.

And he's reminded of the cruelty of man, when he finds himself caught in a net.

He's somehow made the fishermen drop it instead of pulling him up on their boat. But that doesn't mean he's free- he's still struggling with it, fighting it, but he cant rip it apart. All he does really, is tie the knots tighter, have them dig into his skin until spots are rubbed raw. He can't really swim anywhere at this point, gives up as he can see the last lights of his distant home fade into the distance.

Jungkook is floating.

He's slowly being led by the waves, by the love of wind and waters, as he closes his eyes. Its a pity, really; for a prince held so high to die by the mere hands of the poor, he thinks. It's upsetting him, very much so, but he takes it as it is. There's nothing he can do anyways, as he slowly comes into contact with the sand below. It washes him up onto short, the dry sand sticking to his body, waves pushing him higher and higher onto the ground.

He shivers, the cold outside air biting at his skin now unsheltered and defenseless.

He doesn't know how long he lays there.

But at some point, steps are heard on the sand. He keeps his eyes closed, doesn't care about what will happen next- he really just wants to have it be over by now, the ropes already painfully burning his skin at certain spots. He's sure theres sand in his wounds as something touches him- warm fingers, hesitant, and almost shy.

He keeps his eyes closed.

"My god, I hate humans.." You mutter under your breath, your voice hitting his ears, making him notice the way it sounds. He thinks it sounds very similar to some of his kind; sirens being blessed with voices sweet and enchanting. Maybe you were one of the strays who had decided to live on the surface for some reason? But your smell was entirely human, although much sweeter and pleasant than anyone he'd met before. And then, after a small short moment of pain-

He's free.

His arms flop to his side, and he breathes in deeply- finally able to fully move again. His eyes open, and adjust to the night for a moment, before they meet yours.

How interesting.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asks him, curious to what has gotten the young Siren so occupied. Typically, Jungkook would be watching the annual kingdom dances with at least some form of interest; even if it was just a glimpse of it, just to make his parents worry less about him misbehaving. But today, as the graceful dancers move around to the orchestra playing, the young prince is absolutely not there. At least not mentally. "Jungkook." The older one scolds, getting Jungkooks attention- his gaze hard and annoyed. "Please, young prince- at least try to pretend you're interested. This is after all part of our culture." He strategically uses his title as teasing- something which makes Jungkook snort without any fun.

"I really don't want to be here." He explains, and Jimin sighs. "I'd rather be at the surface.." He mumbles, being careful not to be too loud- but Jimin does pick it up, and so does his partner, Taehyung, next to him- now leaning a bit forward to hear better.

"Oh?" Jimin asks. "What could be of interest there, I wonder?" He teases, and Jungkook grows even more irritated.

"Nothing that should interest a whore like you." He says harshly, though Jimin knows he means no harm with it. Jimin is, after all, a man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life- which is why he can't quite grasp why Jungkook, a young man in his prime like himself, doesn't seem to care about whats going on around him.

"Hm, but I think she must be absolutely divine if you're willing to risk the wrath of your own mother just to see her." He says, and Taehyung snickers next to him, clearly amused.

But to both of their surprise, Jungkook grows.. calm. Theres even a glimpse of a smile on his lip as he rests his head on his head, elbow on the armrest of his throne. "That she is." He says, quietly, as he watches the young woman in front of him. He has to imagine you there instead, moving oh so gracefully to the sounds of his Kingdom's greatest musicians- dressed in the most beautiful gown he'd gift you. "That she is.." He repeats, a dreaming look on his face that Jimin has not seen before.

Jungkook watches you.

He enjoys watching you on your daily trips to the beach, picking up cans and bottles, and other things people throw away without care. You're cleaning up the beach, and he thinks its a very good behavior- he likes the way you always carefully scan the ground and sides for any garbage. He swims a little closer as he spots you squatting down; eyes lighting up as you pick up a shell he'd personally not care much for. It's slightly pink- but nothing he hasn't seen in his life. They're so common, and he suddenly thinks that if this already makes you happy, what if he was to bring you something else? Something better, something more worth your attention?

He feels a rush of excitement.

Dashing into the opposite direction, he makes his way towards the ground below, eyes scanning the ground as he searches for something. He spots it after a few minutes of searching, but when he holds the pearl, he hesitates.

Its not enough.

No, that's not what you should get. He's only paying back his dept, yeah, that's what he's doing. But what if he was overdoing it by bringing you something too expensive or rare? No, he should be smart about it, yeah. Start small, and work your way up he thinks, as he takes the pearls he's collected while deep in thought, and pushes himself back to the top, swimming easily. He hopes you're still there-

And there you are, dipping your feet into the water.

He looks at what he can see; only able to see clearly underneath the waves rather than above. There's a bracelet hanging around your ankle, and it looks cheap, he thinks. It only helps him by giving him ideas for his next gifts- if you would accept his first, that is. He's never been rejected before, but then again, has always rejected instead. Nothing had interested him to the extend you did. Maybe you really were of his kind, secretly.

When he slowly brings his head up the waves, you don't get scared, or flinch. You simply look, spot him, and smile.

He likes that expression.

He comes closer, free hand helping him onto the stone you sit on, his hand holding your gift eagerly pushing against yours. You understand quickly, and open them, and he smiles. You're smart, he notes, and it only adds to your qualities, he thinks. Dropping the pearls, your eyes sparkle again- as they should, he thinks with pride. You inspect them with big eyes, as if you've never seen something alike. He enjoys your reaction- and you nod at him. "Thank you- are they for me to keep?" You ask, pointing to them, and then at your chest. He's not fully fluent in human language, but has picked up on some words and phrases, since Seokjin had recently strayed- teaching him some stuff whenever he got bored and visited his younger brother.

So Jungkook nods. "You." He says, and you like the sound of his voice; fittingly just as handsome as the rest of him, you think. But then again- his kind is known for its beauty and enchanting voices. "Keep." He tells you, pushing your closed palm a bit closer to your body as if to underline his statement. You think its cute, in a way.

"Okay." You say. "I'll keep them-?" You ask, and he doesn't understand, until you point to yourself, and say a name- yours, he supposes.

"Ah-" He starts, pointing to himself. "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook." He tells you, and you nod, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook." You smile, and he grins back, slightly sharpened canines in stark contrast with his bunny-like smile.

He thinks its nice to meet you too.

"But you're a witch, aren't you?" Jungkook argues, staring at Taehyung. "I thought you were all so capable." He challenges, and Taehyungs eyes darken- quite literally, since sea witches do technically have black eyes- but conceal them, as to not scare off people. He regains his composure however when Jimins hand lays on his shoulder.

"Now now, no need to become huffy." He says. "He didn't say he can't do it- he simply told you that its not that easy." He explains, and Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. Ever the spoiled prince, they think to themselves.

"I don't care about that." He states. "Can you do it, or can you not?" He asks, and Taehyung thinks for a moment.

"I.." He begins, before he sighs. "I can. But, there's a catch, Jungkook." He tells him, and this time, the youngest of the group seems just as serious as he listens. "I can't promise that.. the result will be what you will expect." He says.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks.

"There's a chance she won't survive it."

He doesn't think much about why you're so often sitting on that rocky structure close to the deep- he likes not having to get out of the water to be close to you. And you think, Jungkook is quite the interesting being.

He’s curious; that much you can tell. His hands rest on your knees, your toes sometimes brushing against his abdomen as he swims closer- face coming forward to properly look at you. His vision must be bad outside of the waters you assume, his brown eyes squinting in concentration until he huffs and let’s himself back into the waters. You chuckle, and simply take off your jacket, slipping into the water as well as you control your breath- his entire face brightening at your body now underwater in his world, finally clear to see for his eyes.

You’re pretty, he thinks, definitely prettier than any other human he’d encountered before. The clothes covering your breasts and private parts a bit dull and boring for his taste- but he’d change that soon. He smiles, happy, before holding up his finger as if to signal for you to wait before he swims away, elegantly and fast. You swim up to breath some air, catch your breath, until there’s a hand around your calf, holding, fingers running over the skin, signaling you to come down again. You follow his question, taking a deep breath to meet him underneath the surface; his excited hands wrapping something around your neck, before he swims in circles as if he’s suddenly got too much energy. You point to yourself, as if to ask if you can keep it- and he nods, wide eyes watching you with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.

You don't quite realize what he's doing.

He however thinks you know. You know that he's courting you, and you're interested in him. You know that he's just given you more than a simple gift. He only believes you're letting him work for it- something he happily does, taking on the challenge as always. He swims closer, holds your shoulders, as his eyes look into yours, his gaze happy and child-like almost. He's close to finally showing you affection- but you suddenly swim to the surface instead.

And even though he knows you only wanted to breathe, he can't help but feel slightly sour at the ruined moment.

"You're awfully happy these days." His mother says, watching her son in the gardens of the palace. "May I ask what has gotten you in such a bright mood?" She asks, and Jungkook doesn't quite know how to break it to her. He knows its not forbidden, knows it has, and does, happen each and every day it seems- but there's still fear inside of him. Theres still hesitation, even though he is not ashamed of what has happened- of what he has done. His mother however notices. "You know you can trust me, right?" She says, and he nods.

Its now or never.

"I've found a mate." He says, and his mother smiles warmly, holding his cheek as she kisses it in congratulation. "Its a human." He says, quietly, hurried- but his mother continues to smile.

"I have suspected as much." She states. "Your friend- Park Jimin- is not very good at talking quietly." She snickers, and Jungkook curses under his breath about how he wants to strangle him. Theres a huge weight lifted off of him however; finally having said it, made it very real to him, in a way- even though it was already.

Because, after all; you were wearing his kingdom's sigil around your neck already. He had claimed you.

He's restless the next time he swims to the shore to meet you again- eager to see you to give you the news of his family's acceptance.

You're late- later than usual, and his brows are furrowed, mood upset at your mannerism. You're usually always on time, always just as eager to see him he thinks- but this time, you're not there. After his anger however, he grows increasingly worried instead. What if something had happened to you instead? Oh what a bad person he would be to be mad at you for getting into an unfortunate situation. As guilt slowly makes his way into his body, claims his muscles, he moves to sit on the stone he usually finds you on. He tries to look around- rain on his skin making it possible to be out way more comfortably.

He spots movement above.

Theres a person he can't make out- throwing something off the cliff down into the sea, and Jungkook clicks his tongue in anger, already upset- but still curious on what it was the person had been so eager to discard. Typically, its tiny things or plastic he finds- but this is something else, he knows.

Underwater, he smells blood.

His pupils contract, eyes widening, as he spots the black bag slowly making its way to the bottom of the sea- red trail leading from it. Its not the blood however that makes him frantic- its the smell of it, of you, that stops his heart.

He gets you out the bag, his anger over the entire situation diminishing into nothing as he holds you close, eyes spotting the deep cut on your side, and the scratches on your face. Unsure where to bring you, he holds you close, brings you onto his back as one of his hands hold yours, your arms around his neck. He swims quickly to the only place he knows you can breathe.

The underwater cave is big enough for now, he thinks, as he brings your body onto the ground, out the water. He doesn't notice he's crying, doesn't quite speak, his native language of clicking sounds and little noises escaping him as he whines out for your attention, waiting for you to wake up somehow. He's been so invested in making you like him and accept him that he's got no idea what to do with a human. Are you cold? How can he warm you up? How does he stop bleeding wounds? How much can you bleed before you die? Are you already dying?

Jungkook doesn't know what to do. So he simply lays by your side, holding you close, in hopes his slightly higher body temperature can keep you warm.

"He's doing the best he can-" Jimin says, Seokjin next to Taehyung as they both lean over your body. Both witches are concentrated, already exhausted, but there's no way they're giving up on you now. Not only because you're important to Jungkook- but because no one deserves to simply die like this.

"I know, I know!" Jungkook huffs out, pupils turned into cat like slits- a clear sign of the absolute terror and chaos inside of him. "What if they're best isn't good enough? Jimin, I can't loose her, you don't understand-" He starts, but Jimin holds the younger one's shoulders, for the first time serious with him.

"I do." He glances at Taehyung. Jimin had saved Taehyung before as well- the young sea witch having been hit by a fisherman's harpoon years ago. Ever since then, Jimin had been attached to the witch like glue. "Trust me, I really do. And they're doing all they can to make sure she's going to be fine." He promises, and Jungkook nods.

All he can do is pray.

When you wake up, there's several things you notice.

First, you're alive. Having a raging headache, and your limbs and muscles feel horribly tender, but you're alive. There's also strings of rope tied to two rock formations acting like a clothing line, several blankets and clothes hanging from it. They don't look human-made to you- the fabrics and designs not something you would think of as regular. There's a bucket and several stained rags- now copper-brown with old blood. Its then that you look down, seeing your cut sewed shut.

You also notice its rather soft underneath you.

Its sheepskin laid over seaweed you notice- the whool soft and fluffy, and warm. Everything seems to be so thoughtfully placed, even some decorative items- you can spot fireflies casually sitting in a jar close by, and burned wood, probably to . Probably to make light during the night. You're tired however, so you simply lay down again. Quite honestly, surely you should fee worried about the situation- but then again, there was no one to miss you, no place you called your home anyways. No use in worrying- because deep down, you had your suspicion.

A Jungkook swims to the surface with the plastic box in his arms, he's careful not to throw it too hard onto the ground. As he steps out the water, he's sure to at least try and his his hands of most the water before he goes to check on the blankets he had brought this early morning. They've dried enough, he notices, and is glad about that, as he picks one up.

You don't have to be cold anymore, he thinks.

He's unnaturally careful for his typical character- his usual behavior quite the opposite as it was now. Now, he's making sure you're properly tucked in, as he notices your eyes watching him.

He freezes, for a moment.

Jungkook hasn't really thought much about what would happen if you were to wake up- after all, Seokjin had told him he was unsure if you were to wake up this early in the first place, and Taehyung didn't even know if you would wake up at all. He'd told his younger brother to be prepared for any reaction really; fear, confusion, maybe even anger. But you seem calm, curious even, and Jungkook decides to sit down in front of your face, waiting.

"You brought me here, right?" You ask, and he nods, eyes not leaving your form.

"You-.. hurt." He points to the spot where your wound had been. "Also hurt." His hand points to your head. "Brothers, helped." He informs you, and you smile, nodding at his words. He suddenly looks at the ground, mumbling. "I.. worried. Thought... you, dying." He tells you, and you sit up slowly again, keeping the blanket around your shoulders.

"I'm not dead though." You say, and he nods. "Thank you, Jungkook. Now we're even." You say, and he tilts his head in confusion- a mannerism you could only think of as cute. "I saved you- you saved me." You say, and he smiles, nodding.

"I-" He starts, leaning forward a bit, now way more energetic and lighthearted as before. "I- we-" He growls a little in frustration, and you cant help but giggle at his troubles- the chirps and clicks escaping him foreign- but somehow, they feel hazy, as if your mind knows the language, but has forgotten what it meant. He's trying so hard you notice, and appreciate. "You like here?" He asks, and points around. You nod, and he beams at you. "I made." He tells you, proudly so.

"I guessed as much. Its very thoughtful of you, thank you." You say, and he nods, happy you like what he did for you. Its not a permanent solution, obviously, but as soon as you're healed well enough, he already planned a new spot for you to come with him.

You just don't know it yet.

There's a weird feeling inside of you.

It's like homesickness, you think. Every time you look at the waters, you feel- sad? It's making you uneasy, and with every day passing by, it just gets worse and worse. But it's today, that you cant take it.

When you dip your legs into the water, it soothes an ache you can't recognize ever having. It helps your skin, it somehow feels as if you're breathing again. But It's not enough, you think- before you let yourself fall into the deep end.

You're floating.

It's like leaving a stuffy and crowded mall, just to stand in a park, fresh air after it had rained, and light breeze clearing your head. Everything is silent, but not at the same time- the water around you feeling as if you're being hugged, held. It makes you relax, makes you let go, makes you only exist for a moment.

You're floating.

And there's a sudden wave of realization that you're also breathing. There's no water in your lungs- or maybe there is, and you just don't feel it being there. Darkness surrounds you as you don't know where you are exactly- theres no telling where is where, no way to know if you're upright or not. Maybe you've died?

Did you drown?

If you did, it would explain Jungkook being there. He's swimming towards you with a face full of worry, as he grabs your wrist and holds you close. "I can't even let you out of my sight for a mere day it seems, my love." He sighs, and your eyes widen. Its almost comedic how his own do the same, focusing on your neck, as he touches.

You're sensitive, and shift away from his touch.

"It-" He starts, now holding your shoulders, as he begins to smile. "It worked! It really did- by the dragon kind, you look absolutely divine!" He laughs, and can't help but hold your hands, eyes roaming your appearance, as you don't quite get it- until you follow his gaze.

Just like him, there's fins now on the sides of your calfs, smaller ones on your ankles as well. Theres also ones decorating your outer forearms- they look like the ones you'd always see on goldfish as a kid. There's something alike to scales as well, but barely noticable. "I- what happened to me?" You ask, and Junkook smiles.

"You.. almost died." He admits, taking your hand and swimming to what you assume is back towards the cave. "You had been robbed during the day, and when I found you.. well, you know what happened." He says. "While you were asleep, we were thinking about what to do. There was no way you would survive as a human- so, a friend of mine- Taehyung- performed a ritual, together with Seokjin, my brother." He says. You finally spot light, glad to be able to have at least some form of orientation. "I'm glad you're adjusting so quickly, my love." He states, smiling at you.

You notice the petname again.

"Jungkook-" You start, as you both reach the cave again, sitting on the edge of where the ground of the cave meets the water. "Why are you.. calling me that?" You ask, and Jungkook seems confused.

"Why do you ask?" He questions. And you don't quite follow, until he continues. "You're my mate- I am only addressing you as such."

Your eyes widen. "Wait- we're-" You start, and its only then that it clicks in Jungkooks head.

"Oh." He says- the dissapointment bitter and evident in his voice. "You.. didn't know?" He asks, and you shake your head, unsure what he means. "I see.." He tells you, suddenly distant. "I.. will bring you breakfast tomorrow.. sleep well." He abruptly says, and before you can say anything, he's already gone.

What just happened?

"There you are!" A voice says, deeper than Jungkooks, but not unfamiliar. Taehyung had been visiting and bringing you food and nescessities ever since that talk with Jungkook. This time, however, Taehyung seems like he wants to say something. You look at him, silently urging him, and he sits down next to you, sighing.

"Does he hate me?" You ask, quietly, and Taehyung looks sad.

"He could never." He says. "He just.. didn't take the rejection well. He'll need time to come around. It won't take that much time- his mother is already trying to get a new partner for him." He explains, and your head whips around towards him. "I- you.. did reject him, right?" He asks, slowly. "You do.. not love him, right?" He urges again, and you groan suddenly, throwing your face into your hands.

"Oh my god I'm so stupid.." You say. "It all.. everything was so overwhelming, I didn't even notice what he was doing." You cry into your hands, as Taehyungs hand places itself onto your back, trying to soothe you. "I though.. especially after I found out about his status.." You mumble. "How could he want me?" You ask, and Taehyung sighs.

"Head up, little siren." He says. "He's still able to hear you sing, if you want to." He says, and you look at him.

"But how?" You say. "I have no idea where the kingdom, or anything really is. And he won't come see me until its too late." You say.

"Well-" Taehyung says, standing up, and holding out his hand. "-allow me to escort the future princess to her lover."

"How did you find me?" He simply asks, not turning around, as you float closer. "I'm sorry, but I still need time to.. get over-" He starts, but you don't let him finish, instead leaning into his back, your arms around his middle.

"I'm stupid." You say. "I'm really, really stupid." He shakes his head, but you continue. "Just because I didn't realize- doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you." You say. "I just.. felt unworthy, I guess. Insignificant." You admit, and he turns around, holding your face in his hands.

"You really are not gifted with the mind of the dragons king, my love." He states teasingly, the glimmer in his eyes returning. "My status means nothing to me, if that meant I could not have you." He says, and you lean forward, capturing his lips. "I hope you know what this meant, at least." He teases, and your eyes widen, scared you might've done something wrong. "It means you love me." He says, and you chuckle.

"Good." You say. "Because I do."

Even though he thinks you looked like a goddess reborn in your white and pearl decorated gown from the wedding, he enjoys you without it, close to him, just as much. He's alive, he's feeling, he's in love, as his hands move over your skin, his senses filled with you and nothing else.

The sounds you make for him are sweeter than any siren's song he's ever heard or could ever sing himself. No member of his kind is as enchanting as you, he decides, as he bites and kisses the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin had teased him relentlessly the entire evening and night by trying to send you sweet words, to which you didn't react- but that didn't mean that it didn't piss him off.

You were his.

His princess- and soon to be queen, one day.

And he's planning on making that very evident, as he marks up your skin with little bites, visible for everyone to see. He wants everyone to know, even though by tomorrow, the entire Kingdom will celebrate the marriage of its prince anyways. He's more than ready to show you off, to hold you close, to have people see the divine being at his side that's you.

It's only natural for his hands to roam your skin, for his lips to worhip every inch it seems, as you reach out for his hand every second it leaves you. It's painfully endearing he thinks, how you can be so innocent and pure, while he's between your legs, performing the sinful act of pleasuring you with his mouth.

You pull him towards you, as you straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He's in god's divine lands he thinks, as he suddenly feels you sinking down on his awaiting length. You fit around him perfectly, more so than he could've ever imagined. And as you both move, he holds you close, happy that here, in his world, he doesn't need to breathe.

He can kiss you as long as he wants.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. I spilled strawberry milk on my poor laptop while writing this.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions #Sing To Me AU

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years ago

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Hometown Hero

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Requested by @nocturnalherb16. I hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

Taglist @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder. @writerwithasoul

"Everything's going to be okay. I'm here now". You put pressure on the womans head waiting for an ambulance to arrive. This wasn't something you immediately wanted to walk into when coming home from deployment. But you were glad to help.

"Is my husband okay"? The woman asked, you looked around and saw that he had been thrown from the vehicle. He wasn't moving. She was bleeding badly and you didnt know what she had hurt so you didnt want to give her bad news.

"I think someone is helping him". You didn't lie, there was someone checking his pulse.

"What's your name"? She asked weakly.

"Sergeant First Class Y/N Y/L/N". You said with a smile. The sirens started to fill your ears as they got closer.

"Glad to meet you". She held onto your hand as the paramedics took over.

"Glad to meet you as well". You squeezed her hand to let her know you were right there.

While the paramedics took over the cops decided to show up. Clearing the way so the ambulance can get out as a crowd was forming.

"Hey, are you a witness? Did you see what happened"? A younger man, about your age came up to you with his note pad.

"Yeah, I was walking past when a truck hit them".

"Can you talk with my Sergeant on what happened"?

"Sure". He led you to a man that was giving orders to every cop there.

"This is Sergeant Hank Voight. She's a witness and she helped the victims". The young guy told him.

"Nice to me you". Sergeant Hank Voight stuck out his hand for you to shake. You gladly took it.

"Nice to meet you as well. I'm Sergeant First Class Y/N Y/L/N".

"Can you tell me what happened"?

"I just got off the plane and started walking down the road. Got to the stop sign and bam. A truck plowed into the car. The husband was projected out of the car. The truck backed up and left".

"What kind of truck was it"?

"A newer model. Had a logo on the back of the window. License plate was A7X BATC. It was a black and silver truck. Male driving. No passengers".

"You got all of that"? Voight seemed impressed.

"In my job sir, I have to remember a lot of things. So I got pretty good at remembering numbers".

"If you had to could you remember what the guy or truck looked like"?

"Yes, probably".

"Okay, give me your information and we'll call if we have anymore questions".

"Yes, sir". You smiled taking his pen and paper.

"Welcome home, soldier". Hank smiled widely.

"Thank you, sir. It's good to be home".

After filling out your information, you got released to head home. By this time you were really tired and jet lagged.

Entering your place, nothing had changed. Just the pile of dust that had formed. But this was home and you were happy to be home. Even if it was a short period.

Forget about unpacking, you threw off the bed spread and jumped into bed. Moaning into the soft sheets. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

Ring ring. Ring ring.

"Hello"?

"Miss Y/L/N"?

"Sergeant First Class Y/N Y/L/N, speaking". You corrected him.

"This is detective Jay Halstead, we spoke yesterday. We have a few more questions and a possible ID of the suspect. Could you come in and verify"?

"Sure. I'm be happy too".

"Thank you. See you soon".

Hanging up the phone, you groaned getting out of bed. This was the longest you slept in forever. It was 0700 hours. So you headed for the shower and jumped in. Quickly getting dressed. Heading out to the police station.

"Excuse me, I was a witness yesterday in a accident. Detective Jay Halstead called and told me to come in". You told the woman at the desk.

"I'll call him down for you". She said and got on the phone. Hearing boots coming down the stairs you turned to find Sergeant Voight in Detective Halsteads place.

"Sergeant Voight".

"Sergeant First Class Y/N Y/L/N, glad to see you again. Come with me and I'll show you some people that may have done this". He nodded to the stairs and you followed.

"I hope I can be of help. How are the couple"?

"The wife made it. But her husband passed on impact".

"That's awful. Hopefully you catch this guy".

"With your help. We can". He said leading you into a room with a two way mirror. "Do you recognize anyone that could be the driver"?

Looking over the men, some were short and some were tall. Some had hair and some were bald. But as you got to number three he looked awfully familiar.

"Number three. He's the driver of the truck. He had a red baseball cap on but that's him".

"You're a hundred percent sure"?

"A thousand percent sure. I'll bet my rank on it".

"Okay. Thank you. Now will you look at some pictures of trucks to see if you recognize any of them"?

"Sure". You followed him out of the room and to his office. He pointed to the chair and you sat down.

"Here's a few trucks see if any look familiar". He handed you a black book.

"So how long are you on leave"? Hank asked clearing his throat as he sat down.

"Six months. I just got back from an assignment. Then I stupidly signed up for a one year mission".

"Oh. Stupidly you say"?

"Yeah, my friend is in my unit and she said let's join the mission. Theres cute boys. I'm far from looking for boys. I dont have time for them". You chuckled.

"Oh yeah. That's understandable. You know, with your job and everything". Hank nervously chuckled.

"Yeah, plus the boys I'm with are totally mamas boys. They just joined to get chicks and kill things. I like men that know that not everything is fun and games. They know how to take charge and take care of business". You grinned, looking up at Hank. Who blushed.

"This truck right here. I remember the logo on the back". You pointed to the picture, handing Hank the book.

"Great. Thank you". He cleared his throat and got up, walking to his door. He called for one of his coworkers and gave them the book.

"So was that the guy"?

"Yeah". He said coming back to sit down.

"He's going away for awhile, right"?

"Oh yeah. He's not going unpunished for this. You did good".

"Thank you, sir. We should celebrate". You offered.

"We? Um, yeah". He twitched around in his seat.

"Great. I know a great restaurant that makes killer tacos and drinks".

"Sounds wonderful. Pick you up around seven"?

"Perfect. See you later, Sergeant Voight". You smiled and went o walk out.

"Call me, Hank". He said.

"Okay. Hank". You bit your lip and walked out. Hank sat back into his chair his arms over his head and a smile on his face.

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petri808 · 4 years ago

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@thenaluarchive winter wonderland snow activities prompt. How about some sledding in Hawaii 🤗🏂🌨

For college student Lucy Heartfilia, if there was one thing she missed about home, it was the snowy winters. Being in Hawaii for the last 3 years, she enjoyed the beach days, of sun and fun, and all the new friends she’s made, but the autumn and winter months was such a different experience here. For starters, the leaves don’t change color in the Fall! Before she’d come to the University of Hawaii at Hilo, Lucy never realized how much she would miss such a trivial thing.

And that January was colder than the last one according to her roommate Levy McGarden. Honestly, Lucy couldn’t really tell the difference because to her cold was like 20 degrees Fahrenheit not 70. That first year was amusing to her as she walked around in a tank top and the locals in hoodies complaining about the chill in the air. But she had to agree with Levy as they sat in their rented house. That night was a bit chillier than most. Hawaiian winter storms were really just deluges of rain, and based on how much it was pouring outside, that’s exactly what hit that evening.

“Bet there’ll be snow on the mountain by morning,” Levy chirped from her blanket burrito. “Maybe enough to play in too.”

Lucy excitedly popped up from her textbook. “You guys get snow here?!”

“Yeah,” Levy chuckled. “I heard there’s even a skiing club on the island. When there’s a lot of snow people ski and snowboard up there.”

“Darn,” Lucy deflated in her seat, “if I’d have known, I would brought my board.”

“Tell ya what, if it turns out there’s snow I’ll get Gray to take us up in his truck.”

“But I don’t have my board.”

“Don’t worry,” Levy winked. “We’ll show you the island style.”

The storm lasted for two more days, so no one could really see what was going on above the clouds. But according to the observatory’s on top of Mauna Kea, snow was in fact building on the mountaintop. The question became how much? It was finally on the third day, that the sun came back and clouds disappeared, when Lucy got her first glimpse of snow in Hawaii. She could see the mountain clear as day from the third floor of the UCB building on campus.

“Natsu! Natsu!” Lucy ran up to him as he was existing his last class of the day. “Did you see?!” She squealed and pointed towards the mountain. “It’s covered!!” Natsu Dragneel was best friends with the girls other friend Gray Fullbuster. Lucy had met both men in classes at the university her Freshman year and since they were local to the area, they often took the girls to see places around the island.

He laughed with a smile. “Yeah, I saw it.”

“Levy said maybe Gray can take us in his truck?”

“I’ll ask him, probably could go tomorrow morning as long as the road is open.”

“They close the road?”

“Just until they can make sure it’s safe to drive it.”

“Yay!! I can’t wait!”

At 7 am the following morning, Lucy and Levy piled into Gray’s Toyota Tacoma truck along with Natsu and headed up the mountain. The drive would take about an hour to get to the visitor center, where they’ll be required to acclimate for an additional hour before moving onto the summit. When they arrived, Lucy was absolutely in aww, the snow had come all the way down to the center, blanketing the building in white fluff.

They got out of the truck and Lucy played the typical tourist, fawning over the gorgeous view. With a cloudless, light blue sky above them, they could see a great distance down the mountain and it was amazing! The parking lot was already half full of other park goers ready to take advantage of the snowy opportunity.

“Come on,” Natsu prompted Lucy into the center. “They’ve even got souvenirs if you’d like a memento.”

Lucy smiled, a light blush coating her wind swept cheeks. He knew her too well already. “Thanks.”

The hour passed by quickly at the center, with the friends eating a breakfast they’d packed along with purchases like hot chocolate at the center. And yes, Lucy purchased a couple of souvenirs, including a picture frame to commemorate the day. She really wished she had her snowboard, but just being able to hang out with her friends was enough for her. Maybe they could even have a snowball fight!

As they piled back into the truck for the last leg of the journey, Lucy noticed something in the bed of the truck. She laughed. “Boogie boards?! Are you serious?”

“I told you we do it Island style here,” Levy laughed too. “Sometimes we just bring inner tubes. Trust me, it’s just like sledding and fun.”

The last time Lucy had gone sledding she was 7 years old, but of course those sleds were built for snow and the children’s type had something to hang onto. These did not. Well, guess she’ll just have to trust they know what they’re doing. As for the drive, this portion of the road was both a little scary and amazing. It had been cleared but still icy, so everyone crawled along the skinny road, giving Lucy a chance to stare out the window and take pictures.

“Oh, wow theres some trippy rock formations,” she mumbled.

“Huh?” Natsu turned to see what Lucy was talking about. “Oh, yeah, that’s like layers of old lava rock or something.”

“The colors are beautiful.” Some had an oily sheen, brownish-reds and golds in horizontal waves along the rock faces. Yup, Lucy was definitely glad they brought her here.

Gray drove until he found a decent spot to park that was close to the heaviest snow areas, yet away from the majority of crowds. Families with children stayed closer to the scattered observatories or where the snow would not be as difficult for children to maneuver in. Lucy even noted some trucks were simply shoveling snow into their beds. She was told many took the snow back down the mountain for those who couldn’t make it up.

“Stay away from any pink or yellow spots in the snow,” Gray warned.

“Pink?” Lucy asked in confusion. Yellow she figured out but why pink?”

The man shrugged, “sometimes it looks pink up here.”

“Weird,” She laughed but carried on, helping to grab a boogie board. The guys had brought enough for each of them.

They climb up a decent sized hill, trudging through the snow. It wasn’t too deep, and actually it was a bit icier than Lucy was expecting but not too bad yet. She couldn’t lie that she’d hoped for powdery snow, but this was better than nothing. After a quick group selfie, Natsu started explaining how to use the boogie board.

“We hold onto the leash to steer and use our feet as brakes. Since it’s just a short hill, you probably won’t pick up too much speed where you won’t be able to stop yourself.”

“Okay, I think I got it...” Lucy gripped onto the edge of the board as she looked down the hill. Snowboarding never made her nervous, but this did. She wasn’t used to having such a short area to move in, and definitely didn’t wanna think about running out of snow to slide on.

“If you’re nervous, I could go with you till you feel more comfortable,” Natsu suggested.

That brought a new flutter and wave of heat back to her cheeks. The board could fit two people sitting on it, if she was practically on his lap!

“It was just an offer, you don’t have to—.”

“N-No, thank you. That might be a good idea, for at least the first time so you can show me what to do.”

Both Lucy and Natsu hadn’t noticed the silence coming from their friends who stood on the side whispering and snickering through the unfolding scene. Levy had even pulled out her phone ready to record the event. They watched the pair settle the board onto the snow, Natsu digging it in to keep it still a moment as he got on first, then directed Lucy to sit between his legs with her feet on the board for now. He then had her grab the leash where he was holding it, and placed his other arm around her waist for security.

“I got ya,” he whispered near her ear.

She swallowed thickly, his heat was radiating against her body and suddenly the cool air of the mountain had disappeared. “O-Okay.”

“All you gotta do is watch how I use my feet to break at the end and have fun. Ready?”

“R-Ready.”

Natsu used his feet to scoot them initially, then let gravity do the rest. The pair slide down the hill, picking up a decent rate of speed, not too fast, just right. Lucy screamed in elation, this was so much fun! It was only a short distance and Natsu easily dug his feet into the snow to bring them to a stop. Her heart was beating rapidly from the exhilarating ride and she was still giggling after they’d come to a full stop.

“Did you like that?” Natsu chuckled and got off, holding his hand out to help Lucy to her feet.

Lucy looked up and blushed, then took his hand. “Yes, a lot more than I’d expected to.”

Once she stood up the pair pause, breathing slowing, as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Natsu’s hold on Lucy’s hand tightens. Her heart fluttered, spellbound at the handsome smiling face, and rosy cheeks from wind burn. Natsu’s smile always captured her like a siren pulling her in. He brushed a stay lock of hair from her face, causing her to gasp lightly.

“Finally!”

“Just kiss her already!”

With the spell broken, the pair look up the hill to see their friends laughing, and Levy holding up her phone, pointing to it. Lucy giggled, they were totally busted, but a long time in the making. Who would have thought that a snow capped mountain in the middle of a tropical island would break the unrequited stalemate.

Natsu turned Lucy’s face back to him, tipped up her chin, and lowers to within an inch of her lips, “may I?”

“Yes, please...”

Bonus picture of a couple of kids on the mountain with boogie boards I found online. But yes, lol we have snow in Hawaii 🙃

#nalu winter wonderland #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu fan fic #nalu fan fiction #nalu au #modern setting #snow activities prompt #natsu x lucy #Petri808 #hawaii #snow #Mauna Kea

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fabled-fiction · 5 years ago

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Songbird

Requested: Sid x Female!Reader

Request Summary: “Could you maybe write where the reader meets Sid at Sirens (She isn't one of the "monsters" she just meets him there) when him and Nancy are doing a job for Fish like kidnapping someone.”

Gotham was not the kindest place.

Anyone who spent more than a car ride down the main street could tell you that.

From the high crime and poverty rates, to just walking past a dark alley way and hearing whats going on.

To live here, or even survive, most Gothamites did some unsavory things to get by. Whether that was guaranteeing their safety or making people fear them enough to not mess with them.

You did what you could, to the best of your ability and to the best of what you felt would keep your dignity intact.

Hell, Even the police department did shady shit.

It was a rainy and gloomy day in Gotham on that Sunday. But when was it not?

Currently, you were trying your best to not get soaked. The rain hit hard against your umbrella as you walked down the sidewalk with a purpose.

With every step though, the paper in your raincoat pocket felt like it was gaining weight. Soon, it felt as if it would tear through your pocket and crack into the cement sidewalk.

The way you kept your head, just like most of Gotham, was through information. Except yours was a little on the sweeter side.

Most the information you got, recieved or intercepted, was due to your job at the mayors office as a secretary. It paid enough itself, but the information you got paid even more.

You managed to master subtlety...being a ghost...

But as you walked into the Sirens, all you’re met with is blasting music and flashing lights. It was honestly sort of to debilitating.

Definitely not your scene.

You had only been told so much about this job. All you were asked, was to bring information about the upcoming election and to come to the Siren bar and lounge. At first, you were going to decline.

But when you saw the familiar signature, your heart had stopped.

Fish Mooney was one of the few leaders in Gotham that kept her promises when it came to protection. She liked to keep her integrity and promises. So whenever you had given information to her, for reasons such as protections she never faltered.

After that, you didn’t need to ask any questions or have any doubts after you knew it was really her.

Shifting through the bouncing bodies and dancing drunks, you eventually find your way to a back table.

Just as described in the note that was slid into your mailbox, it described two people would be waiting there. One with a mask hiding half her face would be waiting and she’d have one other with her. A guy with wild eyes and tattered clothing, looking as if he’d just been dropped by a tornado.

When you finally reached the table, it was almost like clockwork. Their eyes flicked over to you, and watched you like a hawk as you stood infront of the table.

“You’re Songbird?”

Feeling your cheeks heat up a bit, you laugh as you cover your mouth.

While most would feel intimidated by their stares, you met men with stares just like that who held no real threat behind them.

But as you locked eyes with the one sitting, to see if he held the same, your breath was caught in your chest for a moment.

He didn’t look you up in down with eyes that would make rats run back to their holes, but a gaze that told you he was taking you all in with curiosity.

“She..she still calls me that?”

You finally broke your gaze with the man and looked to the girl. Her brow rose in suspicion as you sat in the booth.

“Care to explain why?”

With a tight lipped smile, you watched out of the corner of your eye as the wild haired kid slid to sit directly next to you. His eyes having never left you for a moment...

“As you may have guessed Im an informant. Back when she ran most of Gotham I worked solely for her. That was just her cute little nickname.”

“Cute...”

Looking back over, he finally broke his gaze with a smirk as he folded up his hands on the table.

“Did you bring what was asked.”

“ ‘Course!”

Reaching into your pocket, you stopped as you turned towards him...

“What exactly are your names? Or what you go by atleast?”

As you held the the paper forward with a grasp of two fingers, you pulled it back as she reached for it.

“Names, please. I’ve gotta get something out of this.”

You watched as her eyes widened and she looked to the man sitting next to you. He only reached to cover the growing smile on his face as he looked between the two of you.

You watched as she huffed, and crossed her arms before gesturing to herself.

“Im Nancy, the one thats got the shakes next to you is Sid.”

Running your eyes up and down her, you leaned against Sid with your shoulder before leaning close.

“She always like this? So uptight.”

This time he actually let out a laugh, and it made you smile. It was a charming laugh, fitting his boyish charm.

“I think its the suit.”

With a slam of her hands against the table, you jumped a little. She had shifted from annoyed to mad, and this is when you sat a little straighter.

“The paper...now.”

Sliding the paper across the table, you swallow and look down at your lap.

“What exactly do you need with this man?”

“This all you have? I though we asked for a file?”

“That is a file! A location for a file! You thought I was actually going to give you the file? I sing, I don’t fetch.”

With a slam of your hand, suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your face and turn your head.

Being this close to his face, allowed you to get a closer look into his eyes. It seemed as if his pupils were...vibrating?

“Well? Get on with it!”

As he let go of your face, you watched him smile. He leaned against against the booth, and put one arm behind his head before putting another around your shoulders.

“Well, she did say she would bring us information about a file. Didn’t say anything about an actual file.”

With a huff, you watched as she stood and stomped out of the bar. It almost seemed as if the crowd parted for her.

But then a subtle touch to your arm lead you to look back at Sid. He didn’t seem fazed at all by her temper tantrum.

“Shouldn’t you follow her?”

He laughed, and tilted his head to see her leave before shaking it.

“Hm, I have a more pressing matter in front of me.”

You laugh, and watch as sparks fill his eyes cause of it. So he was just as intrigued as you.

This job helped you read people, and it was certainly aiding you now.

“So, You know my name. Can I get yours?”

As you reach up and grab his shoulder, you watch as he tilts his head with a wink.

“Hmm, maybe next time.”

Before you’re fully out of the booth, theres a sudden gust and the boy sitting next you is now leaning over you with a toying smile.

His hand leans forward, and runs his knuckles over your cheek.

“Ill get you to sing someday...”

With that, he’s gone.

Leaving you wishing for the next time Mooney calls in hopes of seeing him again.

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dylshoney · 6 years ago

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(🗼i. ?) [badboy!shawn.] Its something in the air, or perhaps, its the smell of weed and cheap beer that has your sense twinkling in the worst of ways. Nose upturned and lips pursed, you turn in a flick of your hip, sifting through the crowded party of the low beat home in which sat two streets away from downtown campus. Theres a shout, and some cheers, and hands raise in the air with their blue cups full of spiked lemonade and punch.

You duck a bit under the arms of more students, eyes locking on the slightly opened back door of the home, and your heart leaps a bit, hoping to get fresh air from the packed house party of a friend four times removed from yours, in which you had no clue as to where she was at this moment.

As you’re shuffling to the side of a groping couple, an arm pushed you to the left, and you jostle and thrust up against the hard body of a bystander, their arm coming to enclose warmly around your waist and keep you steady from the expected and waiting fall. Your hands secure along their forearms, eyes shutting to regain strength. A hand flattens along your back, light yellow faded summer dress slightly hiking up your thigh with the action, one leg slotted between theirs.

“Okay, doll?” Its a sort of honey smoothed melody that grows in your ears. His voice is calm, soft and warm, safe, even in the chaos of the party. Your eyes paint up the white shirt that is tight along his broad chest, his beautiful jaw catching your eye as you meet his, their slight hazel gold glimmering with curiosity and danger, but the kind of danger that has your legs weak and heart racing for more.

There’s a curl that falls to the front of his face, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gazes over you. “I’m alright,” you whisper, however you don’t know how he can hear you over the throttling screams of the dance music. There was no doubt the police would be here due to a noise complaint, and your father of a sheriff wouldn’t be happy to see you at a party, let alone in the arms of a mysterious, tall dark and handsome stranger.

“Thought you lost yourself there,” he smirked. “Tripping on air.” “I swear I’m more kept,” you laugh, a shiver running through your bones as his fingers graze along your backbone, your body immediately pushing forward against his chest for more contact. His eyes lock to you again, lip parting at your closeness. You don’t even know his name, don’t know a thing about the curly-haired drop-dead gorgeous man that you so badly want to kiss at this unexpected moment.

He breathed lightly, a shudder running through both of you, and at that moment, it seems like you and he are the only ones int he dirty house, a spotlight falling hazily on the two of you, all eyes away, all worries gone. He licks his pink lips once. “What’s your name.” His voice is almost raspy, like a whisper, and you only lean closer to hear him better. “I’m-“

Sirens break out and suddenly there are three cop cars flashing in front of the house, students all around throwing their drinks to the side and yelling out to their friends in a rush to not be caught. The boy grasps you tighter, and suddenly, you realize that your father is working late tonight and he might just be coming in.

You take his hand, immediately pulling him through the crowd, the boy following close behind as you trudge him around the room. He’s laughing slightly at your urgency, hand pushing along the door frame of the back door as you pull him out. “Scared your gonna miss curfew?” He jokes. “Yeah, because my dad is probably in the front, and he said no one leaves after nine.” The boy’s lips close and his eyes widen, a blush tainting his pretty cheeks. “Your dads a cop?”

You only smirk as you pull him through the bushes, branches smacking your cheeks, and you feel his hips against the back of you. The sirens get quiet as you lead him through the brand of branches and bushes and through the neighbors backyard. “Guess that’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

#i can't believe people this talented exist #please never stop writing #shawn mendes #shawn mendes blurb #badboy!shawn #shawn mendes imagine

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the-spacey-squirrel · 5 years ago

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Writing Prompt #1

A hero who transforms into a villan.....

Luthier did not realize today was the say his whole world would slide into a different direction. He began the morning as any hero would patrolling the streets and drinking his coffee. His costume sat quietly under his street clothes of shirt and tie. He kept his eyes sharp as he took a swig of his coffee, nothing seemed different and the town was in a quiet state thanks to the early morning.

Nestled in the other side of the city happened a man who was plotting and getting ready for the start of his new rule or so he thought. He smiled wickedly as he strolled into a gas station and began to browse the isles. This wicked man had a plan and the only way to make sure it was to come to fruition started to spray the snacks and food sitting on the shelves. He passed all the isles spraying his gas. Then he paid for his gas and left making sure to watch people come in and out with the gassed foods. He smirked turning around to head to another place and plant his gas.

Luthier was unaware of the situation until he began to feel his usual tingle in his brain making him aware of someone distressed in the city. He grabs his shirt and walks into the alley making sure he is not seen and takes his street clothes off to show his super hero uniform of bright crimson red and gold as he pushes off from the ground to fly into the grey sky. He makes his flight and begins to scan around looking for the issue. He seems unaware of the people below him in awe of his ability. "Crimson Rage must of sensed someone in trouble" a young mother told her son as he pointed to the sky at the man hovering in the sky. His green eyes bounced from area to area until he saw the distress, a young man was on the ground with his hands clasped around his throat. To the world as a hero the man named Crimson Rage made his flight as quickly as he could and landed in front of the man with his hands around his throat, he seemed choking or possibly asthma? He couldn't fully decide until he decided to take action he walked cautiously to him with his hands up to show the man. The man looked up and gasped as he fell fully to the floor curled up in a ball. Crimson Rage rushed over to help and all he saw was the man draw a breath and his eyes faded he had died in the heros arms. A painful expression flooded onto his face as he help the poor man in his hands. Nothing this bad has ever happened to him in his hero experience. Holding the dead body started to make him uncomfortable as the pedestrians watched in horror realizing that the man was indeed dead and no way to save him or was the hero too late? He stood with the man in his arms holding him tight and looking around he opened his mouth to speak only to watch 3 more collapse and grab at their throats just like the man in his arms he quickly put the man down and rushed to them thinking quick he opened the mans mouth listening for breath as they gagged on air. Crimson Riot attempted CPR to help get air through but with little success the 3 people also collapsed dying with their final breath. Crimson Riot let out an agrivated yell as he looked at them. Nothing seemed to help. He looked around to watch more people showing up and begin to whisper. Nothing seems to be helping nothing is going right for Crimson Riot. The cops sirens begin to wail and call closer to their area. The crowd makes room as 4 cops come up and look st crimson riot as the bodies lay under him.

"Care to explain Crimson?' The blond haired officer asked with his hand crossing over his chest. Crimson paused he had nothing to say, he shook his head and continued to look down at the bodies.

"The man over there collapsed holding his throat then just died, while this was going on the 3 others over here did the exact same..." his deep voice sounded sad. The officer looked at the bodies and then back to the hero. He shook his head and used his walkie talkie to call for some ambulances. They came faster than expected loading the perished people into their trucks and rushing off. The cop looked at Crimson again glaring, something did not seem right, he always found a way to save them. Crimson Rage looked over to see the angry expression on his face and prepped his legs for a take off to escape the eyes of the crowd, he could hear them whisper and chatter his hearing was perfect. 'So did he kill them?' One asked. 'You think it's set up?' A girl asked. Luthier sighed and heard a scream a few blocks over and flew over to investigate 3 more down and this time dead. He had been so focused on the others he didnt notice his senses going off. A crooked smile came to his face as he watched the lady cry and run to him. "Please help! My daughter took a bite of her candy bar and then she started to choke I tried to help but she died in my arms!!" She wailed tears streaming down her face. Crimson Rage sighed lightly and walked over to the girl just to see the same dead expression the man had as he died. He shook his head and looked back to her. "A man a few blocks over on Rainer St. Just died of a similar illness...." his voice trailed off as he placed the girl back on the ground. The mother froze her eyes filled with tears, "So your going to do nothing!?" The hero looked at her with a sorry look on his face, "I'm sorry there is nothing I can do...." The mother wailed as she fell to her knees.

For the rest of the day reports of the choking death began to come in the population began to decrease slowly but enough to notice. The police were baffled and the hospital and scientists on this could not figure out the solution or how this was happening. More and more the people began to riot and fight with the police and the Hero Crimson Rage believing they were hiding something or not helping as much as they could.

"He doesnt care about us!!" A man shouted as a bottle busted Crimson Rage in the head a trickle of blood slipped down his cheek. Crimson Rage looked agitated and made sure to let out a rough huff. The man slowly backed up realizing the strength a hero had compared to a simple human. " I have been on this trail for a long time" growled Crimson Rage, "No matter how I try nothing seems to be the answer to why this is happening..."

The crowd booed him and shouted as he pushed off again into the air to avoid the fight with them and the media. The media already assumed he was a lousy hero and wanted him to retire. 'You get one bad day of it and everyone is at your throat' he thought as he flew over to Remison Park seeing the police cars lights flickering. He landed seeing a handful of children on the ground curled in a ball. Parents mourning and others shouting for an explanation. The people silence as they see Crimson Rage land and walk over to them. A mother comes forward with a mourning face and stands in his way, "If you cant help us or give us a reason we dont want you here..." she extends her hands to make a blockage and more people begin to join in her protest. Crimson Riot sighs and again leaps into the air without a word. He sits in the air pondering a bit to himself. Nothing made sense, normal and fine day turned sour with 6 deaths in one day then over the course of a week more than 20....the numbers keep going up' he puts his arms crossed over his chest as he continues to think. The deaths were maddening and making him uncomfortable he had never once lost a soul while he was around now they were dropping like flies.

Before he could get hit Crimson Riot dodges a bullet that was aimed at him. He looked down to see a few officers standing with their guns fully aimed to him. He shook his head in disbelief as he flew off to change back into Luthier. Quickly he grabbed his abandoned clothes and put them on in a hurry. He made sure his costume was fully covered before he came out walking around like all the other regular Joe's. He stopped instantly to hear a breaking news bulletin as he grabbed a sandwich to eat.

"Stop Crimson Rage" the news anchor growled as he stared into the camera " since this sickness has been around he has been no help to save our lives." Luthier rolled his eyes and the story continued. "Why have a hero if he does nothing to save us?" The man seemed to be yelling now. "He is no use to us and we dont need him" Luthier heard enough leaving with his sandwhich, he smiled happily and took a monstrous bite out of the food. He swallowed and a strange sensation filled him, it was like darkness had hit him with a truck and he could feel his care and love for his town disappear. He continued to eat, each bite bringing out more rage than before he grinned and looked around at the people who just walked the streets. An evil feeling over came him as he grabbed a child by the neck lifting him to his eyes and grinned with monstrous eyes as he tightened his grip on the childs throat. "PLE- MISTER-YOUR HUR" the poor child tired to talk but the more he tried the harder the grip before he knew the child had passed out and Luthier threw him to the ground. The father cried begging for his sons life as he laid motionless.

Luthier let out a cackle and began to rip off his street clothes again to reveal his identity. "Cant help you?" He sneered as he raced over to another this time a woman and grabbing her throat again snapping her fragile throat in half. "Not needed!?" He howled as he continued to massacre anyone in his path making sure to go for the throats. Screams of terror filled the block as cops raced to stop the now turned villain Crimson Riot. They shot a few guns even tried a few new test guns to take him down, crimson riot laughs hysterically as he leaps into the sky blood covers his face and hands. "The city who wants to stop me?" He mocks as he let's out a sonic punch destroying half the block and killing more people. Crinson Rage grins knowing full well if he cant be the hero theres always room to be a villan.

#shortstory #writing #writing prompt #short #story #lets write #write #free write #excerpt from a book i'll never write #writer

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alwaysrunningoutoftime · 7 years ago

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idealistic-imaginings BTS Fic Rec (Summer 2017)

If I’m gonna reblog fics, I’m gonna do it right. In an organized and set fashion. And sure I’m a complete no one, but these fics deserve love and attention because they’re all beautiful in their own way. And hey if this fic rec catches at least one persons eye, then I’ll be satisfied.

You’re gonna see a lot of the same authors...possibly their whole masterlist.

Once again I am a no one, but I’ve actually decided to do an endless series of fic recs because they’re constantly gonna be new stories to find and share. Some fic recs could be seasonal (as in I discovered them in that season, THIS), Memorable (these fics are ones that have strongly affected me and as it says are memorable), YouNeedaCheckIt (Chaptered stories, I’m keeping up with) and masterlist (a list of fics I’ve fell in love with in particular, in a persons masterlist, or several people’s. Basically gonna tell you who I stalked.)

I also just started reblogging (August2017) fics so theres a ton of hidden jewels I’ve read, but lost. Or haven’t read yet.

Ah Summer, the warmest season of the year. In the northern hemisphere it is linked to vacations, the end of school, and fun. Fun in the sun. For me it’s a time to finally take a break from school and relax. Hang out with friends, family and it is filled with opportunities to read fanfics. So with that heres my Summer fic rec... (there’s lowkey way more fics I’ve read this summer but those will go in SEVERAL other lists)

Kim Seokjin:

Show me by @floralseokjin (Seokjin x Reader)

W|C: 14,138 AU: College Genre: smut, fluff, little angst Summary: your friend Jin has a proposition for you that you can’t seem to refuse, no matter how hard you try.

Great Romances of the 21st Century by @floralseokjin (Seokjin x Reader)

W|C: 12,799 AU: Highschool Genre: drama, fluff, smut, comedy Summary: in which you must tutor the most arrogant and pretentious jerk that ever existed, who can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than football, working out and girls… but then something changes and you find yourself thinking – maybe Kim Seokjin isn’t so bad after all?

Regret by @hskswife (Seokjin x Reader)

W|C: 473 Genre: Angst Summary: I miss you, I really do.

Home Is Wherever You Are by @hijoonie (Seokjin x Reader)

W|C: 3,600 AU: Military Genre: angst, fluff Summary: Kim Seokjin believes he can face any and all things with dignity and strength - prides himself in his resilience and armoured heart. He is a brave man, through and through. The only fear he has is the inability to find his way back into your arms, which in turn would mean he has lost his way home. Because home is wherever you are.

Min Yoongi: lol why is there no Yoongi. Don’t worry Yoongi is one of my three main biases (umm my bad). See it was originally Taehyung, but then that faithful day came 150309 (did I seriously fall in love with him on his birthday) in this video , I don’t know how or why, but there was some sort of shift and I saw Min Yoongi in a different light (there weren’t any english subs even). And then I slowly fell in love with Min Yoongi, for all his layers and personas. For his tsundere complex and love for armys, his ability to say what he feels but at the same time not say anything at all. Especially his passion for music and hard working mindset, even though it makes us worry a lot about him. He’s chillaxed and easy-going and isn’t afraid to stray from the crowd, he’s comfortable and confident with who he is, but there’s so much more to him under the surface. And I really admire that about him. Also for being my spirit animal ey.

But trust me he’ll be in a whole bunch of other fic recs. Trust me, it’s just bad timing, In fact I started reblogging fics more then halfway through August. And it’s either I’ve saved those Yoongi fics to read later on. They’re a chaptered fic that hasn’t been updated in a while. Or they’re meant to be on another list.

Anyway you may be wondering who that third man is, well he’s up next. You see I don’t know how this man swerved and wiggled and danced his way into my heart. I guess it slowly happened over the course of a semester and the summertime, until finally he officially sticked. The golden hyung (who I lowkey think will kill it on broadway), a man of many talents, the happy virus, our hope, our angel. But also an amazing brother (and mother) to his BTS members, who carries such a passion for his art. In fact he’s fighting Yoongi for 1st place. As you can see from the total difference between the amount of fics I’m recing of his. (I’m sorry Taehyung)

Jung Hoseok:

Journeys Which Are Long Gone by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader

AU: Magic Genre: Mystery Summary: Your days pass as usual, customers to meet, life to be risked with getting trapped in unknown realms. Just, the usual

Bones by @floralseokjin (Hoseok x Reader, Yoongi x Reader)

Chapters: 5 AU: College Genre: angst, smut, friends with benefits, fluff Summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?

It’s Alright Honey by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader)

Chapters: 4/? AU: Normal life Genre: Angst Summary: There had always been something underlying burning between you two, something that you never had a chance to explore as one of you had always been in a relationship. You played around with each other a lot, teasing, inviting, but always stopped when this innocent game was in danger to turn serious.

Dressed Like A Daydream by @dat-town (Hoseok x Reader)

W|C: 10,354 AU: Royalty, Cinderella Genre: adventure, fluff, romance, humour Prompt: Cinderella did not come to the party to enjoy it, but is instead an assassin tasked to kill the prince. (cr.) / I snuck into the castle to kill you, but wow you’re good with a sword, and I quite like your eyes Summary: When the Crown Princess’ best friend agrees to go to the ball instead of her, to kill Prince Hoseok and save her from an arranged marriage, that’s definitely not how she planned this.

Part of Your World by @guksthighs (Hoseok x Reader)

Chapters: 5 AU: Mermaid/Siren!Hoseok Genre: Fantasy, Angst, Fluff Request: AU where he is a merman and he tries to get you to go and live in the sea with him thanks Excerpt: ‘never trust a mermaid because they could be a siren in disguise’

Waiting For Him by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader)

W|C: 880 Genre: slice of life, fluff Summary: When rainy evenings make you feel alone

First Meeting by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader)

W|C: 1,360 Genre: Fluff Summary: You knew nothing about him, and he knew nothing about you. But in that moment you knew enough. His name was Hoseok.

Early Fluffy Mornings by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader)

W|C: 1K Genre: Pure Fluff Summary: Early mornings with Hoseok were the best.

Kim Namjoon:

Mission Bad Boy by @oppamansae (Namjoon x Reader)

Chapters: 6/? AU: Highschool Genre: Angst, Humour Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Park Jimin:

Young and Beautiful by @hayjeon (Jimin x Reader)

W|C: 12.6K AU: Great Gatsby Genre: angst, mentions of smut/murder, slight fluff Summary: “For a moment, all of earth and heaven held its breath as they witnessed a man who’d loved so fiercely, so unconditionally and thoroughly that he challenged god. Maybe once, the world had stood at this place, compelled into a trance at the single man who had dared to live so passionately to the greatest of human potential that one could ever comprehend nor desire to understand, faced with the man who’d dared to dream as magnificently as Park Jimin did.

Bitter Aftertaste by @hskswife (Jimin x Reader)

W|C: 689 Genre/Warning: Angst, Cheating Summary: Your love was like coffee. It had a bitter aftertaste

Kim Taehyung:

The Beautiful Creature Living In This House by @lthyl (Taehyung x Reader)

Chapters: prologue + 3/? GENRE: Horror / Angst RATED T: for mentions of esoterism, blood, death, and mature themes SYNOPSIS: It’s a rainy night when you end up getting lost in the woods and then it’s a silent night when, luckily, safety comes in a form of a strange house and a tempting man. Somehow you feel no danger with him, but, really, shouldn’t you, when the old rooms hold such a mystery and his eyes such a dark gravity?

Xeno by @oppamansae (Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x reader)

Chapters: prologue + 8/? AU: Furturistic, Idol!JK, Scientist! Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst Plot: The best part about being an assistant in a lab was watching all new inventions come to life, although sometimes some of them fail, leaving them away in a storage room, never to be bothered with; free for the taking.

The T-Shirt Thief by @jungblue (Taehyung x Reader)

W|C: 9,812 AU: Idol Genre: fluff, smut Description: In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three… Request: being in a relationship with taehyung, and stealing all of his t-shirts while he’s busy with bts’ latest comeback + smut

Jeon Jungkook:

The Blue Princess and Her Red Rose by @cutaepatootie (Jungkook x Reader)

W|C: 34.8k AU: Prince!JK,Princess!Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff & Smut Summary: After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria.

Portrait by @guksthighs (Jungkook x Reader)

W|C: 1.1k AU: College, Photography Genre: fluff Summary : You choose Jeongguk to work with for a project or is it because you have a crush on him? Request: oumaimafngr said: Hey, I love ur blog so much, and if requests are open I hope you’d make scenario of jk at college and he found out that his current crush is his childhood best friend thank you so much for writing great scenarios ❤❤

Untitled by @floralseokjin (Jungkook x Reader)

W|C: 1,679 Genre: angst Listen To: untitled // gdragon

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iwritefandoms · 7 years ago

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The Angels Fall

The Angels Fall Sherlock x Reader Word Count: 435 (I know super short)

Warnings:character death, blood, i think thats all idk message me if theres more

gif not mine credit to owner. hope you enjoy it

His arms are outstretched like a bird preparing for flight. I scream his name but he doesn’t hear me. Maybe he does, and just chooses to ignore me. Why that brilliant man was driven to this, I’ll never know. After what seems like an eternity, he slips forward. I scream again as he falls. His arms remain outstretched and his coat flails behind him. John and I rush towards his direction, towards the building he disappeared behind. But a biker rides by knocking us to the ground. I smack my head on the pavement and everything becomes silent except for the continuous ringing in my ear. I get up and immediately, a wave of dizziness hits me. I fall back down but John pulls me back up. When I see him, my heart shatters into a million pieces. Lying there, lifeless, is my Sherlock. I sprint to him as a crowd of people form around him. I push through and kneel by his side. The ground is covered in his blood. I pull his head into my lap and brush his curls out of his eyes. I sobbed into his coat. Warm, sticky blood soaks my jeans and shirt but I don’t care. John is by our side seconds later. He desperately checks for a pulse. Then I hear the sirens. And I know they’re coming to take my love away forever. I cling to him hoping he’ll wake up and say everything’s okay. That it was all just a big experiment of his. He doesn’t. “Ma’m back away.” A man says and I feel him trying to pull me away. “No!” I scream through my sobs. Then I hear John at my side. “Y/N please. Come on.” He says, voice shaking. Before they can pull me away, I take Sherlock’s face in my hands and press my lips to his. It must have been my imagination but I swear I could feel him kiss back lightly. Like a final goodbye. John drags me back as the paramedics surround him and lift him onto a gurney. And like that, my love is gone. There is no longer a crowd they are long gone. There is only John. Who held me tight as I sat in the street sobbing. “I know, Y/N I know.” He said crying himself. In my mind his fall played over and over again. As did the last words he ever said to me. “I’m sorry. I love you even if you hate me now.” He died believing that I thought he was a fake. He died thinking I didn’t love him. That killed me. My angel was gone. My angel fell.

#sherlock x reader #sherlock #recheinbach #bbc #bbc sherlock

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chottoghetto · 8 years ago

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Monstro is here! Enjoy, this very long track!!!

If I could take you to white snow and waves blue In the same day you two, I bet you’ll move here soon

When you see me next everything will be different It will all be taken care of

As for when I will see you I doubt it will be soon In LA my value is not what I’m used to

In LA you’ll find what drives you While walking on stars with no shoes The lights will be bright and burn you While walking on stars with no shoes

Walk is God God Is Like

From a view outside you can look into my eyes This isn’t my purpose it’s only part time So give me your ticket, be back with a smile To give back your auto that makes life worthwhile Five bucks as a tip as you say “Son”

Downtown in a state of confusion Screaming and I don’t know why Lost it all with reckless delusion Singing screaming don’t now why I am so lost and…

Walk is God God Is Like

Sorry sir don’t mind me and my optimistic stride But I am going to ignite in a matter of time When I burn bright enough for the people to see You’ll remember the day you we’re talking to me Five bucks as a tip as you say “Son”

Downtown in a state of confusion Screaming and I don’t know why Lost it all with reckless delusion Singing screaming don’t now why I am so lost and…

Walk is God God Is Like

What the preacher he said to me He said “don’ believe everything you see.” What the the preacher said to me he said “Son you need, never not run”

Walk is God God Is Like

I often wonder the exact moment I gave up hope for normalcy There’s something about settling that just never settled with me I’m not a puppet And if I settle when I feel my full potential has not been achieved Should I stifle my ambition just to do the normal thing? A living puppet From time to time I realize my reality is a fleeting dream Unraveling right at the seams

If I were a real boy the kids would not all laugh at me If I were a real boyvI swear to God she’d notice me If I were a real boy

Write it down in case you don’t remember the feeling that you have now

From time to time I realize my reality is just a fleeting dream Unraveling right at the seams

If I were a real boy the kids would not all laugh at me If I were a real boy then things would work out perfectly

In LA you’ll find what drives you While walking on stars with no shoes The lights will be bright and burn you While walking on stars with no shoes

It’s real hard to sleep as the neighbor creep keeps on vomiting At least there’s some peace from domestic violence Run for your life dear, one day he will hurt you

It’s real hard to sleep when the ghetto bird’s outside hovering With the siren screech coming near I realize Theres shit going down right outside my window

It’s real hard to sleep with this fucking searchlight blinding me I’m raiding the cabinets for booze and dish rags I think that this this calls for a molotov cocktail

As I insert the cloth into the bottle a noise inside Adrenaline races until I realize it’s just a fucking group text

She walks up to me She says “Taia’s my name, I’m happy you came Just take a look around, this night club is the best in town Your drink’s compliments of the bar”

We locked our eyes, she came to me She raised her glass up for a toast

I’ll show you what I know: you’re a handful to me I’m reclusive and depraved Open your head

As I’m rambling on it is clear to me she’s the muse I need Taia know that I achieve the goals I set in front of me (and she said) “Will you follow me into the dark?”

We locked our eyes, she came to me She raised her glass up for a toast

I’ll show you what I know: you’re a handful to me I’m reclusive and depraved Open your head

Snuck into this bar never thought this could happen to me People stare I don’t care what they’re thinking of me Bartender leans into me and he asks what I do

He says “Kid do not get tongue tied, just lie so you can survive These people have the power. So green I saw you coming Just listen to me and I’ll introduce you to the people you should meet This owner owns the city He has the the jobs that’ll give you keys to this whole city Don’t get tongue tied don’t get tongue tied don’t get tongue tied great!”

Oh yea that’s sounding special to me, no I won’t get tongue tied Pour another bottle for me That’s him sitting there holy shit is he staring at me Waves me down “Have a seat, whats the action you seek?” Anything for my dreams I’m the next rising star!

Break then take

My friends it’s the people you meet and it’s the truth that you seek Well here’s a chip off the block, sell bricks on the block for me

Finally got my footing here, LA is mine this year Who says that social climbing’s wrong I’m drinking with the best of them A job that puts me in this city’s richest social club

To those who called me lazy and those who say I’m crazy You’re stuck back home with nothing I’m climbing up the ladder

And I feel okay drinking my whisky Living my way day after day

To those who called me lazy and those who say I’m crazy You’re stuck back home with nothing I’m climbing up the ladder

And I feel okay drinking my whisky Living my way day after day

Well I’ll live my own life and you live yours Well I’ll live my own life and fuck it You can judge me all you want

And I feel okay

Looks like we found a useful dupe again Time to snatch and grab as much as you can hold

“This is a job that has multiple thrills Collect the money and dispense the pills You’ll work with celebrities of the screen They’re gonna love you, you’ll have what they need

So listen up, protect the stash And keep the money away from these cats And if you’re busted there’s bail no doubt Just keep it secret so they don’t figure it out”

You’re wearing a brilliant disguise But telling me nothing but lies

“You’re looking nervous, do you need to chill Have you ever tried our magic pills Just pop this oxy and see how it feels It’s just a taste so you know that we’re real

Don’t fuck this up, don’t lose my stash It’s not a practice when you’re on the block Just remember who you work for today I can destroy you in so many ways”

You’re wearing a brilliant disguise But telling me nothing but lies You’re telling me lies

Do you hear the things, do you hear the things they say to me?

The strip is calling, your mind is melting Lets take this party to another level

Now on the strip I’m dodging these freaks Destroy them

Lost on this street I’m running from heat Control me

Why am I even here?

Another round for your weakness Another round for my flaws I can’t explain I can’t figure out how the hell I wound up on the floor

What were you thinking, have you lost your mind Keep it together, he almost died

Now on the strip I’m dodging these freaks Destroy them

Lost on this street I’m running from heat Control me

Why am I even here?

Another round for your weakness Another round for my flaws I can’t explain I can’t figure out how the hell I wound up on the floor

Man oh man, beat down after beat down Port here ready to pop the hatchet and give myself the heave-ho Man just to be back in my Pedro town and filling my in-door with Pedro chow It’s looking pretty bleak out here but I gotta keep on pushing keep on pushing through the bleakness Try to keep on pushing I mean if you’re into this I mean really into this you damn be ready for some hills and valleys But lot’s of pushing keep on pushing gotta keep on pushing

If you chop another one I’m game for that type of fun We can discuss the details of our schemes over drinks

I got a real good feeling man and this kid gig gives me a plan I’ll sell, I’ll save, maybe buy my own place But for now you’re right, let’s rage Drinks on you? What’s that you say? Hold up just wait something feels strange

These straps are too tight I need you to page my mind

Now last call it’s getting late, these drinks take the edge away Tell me what did you add to the product this time anyway

Never mind, it leveled out If you drive I’m down for the after party Yo, I’d slow down your speed or the pig back there could take us away

Fucking shit! You see his lights? Pull over at the stop sign When you slow down I’m taking off that way

Another squad car on the right, feels like wings will aid my flight Fuck off, you pig, I’ll be alright

These straps are too tight I need you to page my mind

They say that you will not make it this time, what do they know The X-Rays and testing could not even show cancer that grows You beat this thing once before years ago but it’s different this time Even the strongest need support and love sometimes

I know that you’re tired, I know that it’s all overwhelming But if and when you’re weak just reach out to me I swear to you Dad I’ll be strong for the both of us

And when you feel tired take comfort in loved ones around you You taught us the best, we know how this ends I swear to you will be strong enough to carry on

Whenever you need me just reach for me, reach for the phone I’m sorry right now I can’t make it home, believe me I know You don’t need one more face in the crowd watching you sleep But I’ll be there when I can, until then

I know that you’re tired, I know that it’s all overwhelming But if and when you’re weak just reach out to me I swear to you Dad I’ll be strong for the both of us

And when you feel tired take comfort in loved ones around you You taught us the best, we know how this ends I swear to you will be strong enough to carry on

Gotta get home and let Mom and Dad know I am fine Above all, hope you’ll recognize me

First turn them to lifelong brand consumers Warring tribes of celebrity worshippers Oblivious parrots opposed to self-interest We got the poor dipshits against the Estate Tax

Minimum wage is around the poverty line As we eliminate workers with automatons Can they truly comprehend the reality That we sold out our species?

NO! YOU’RE LOST GET BACK ON BRAND!

Our politicians propped by corporate media Sell our brand you useful vultures

YES! YOU’VE GOT IT NOW!

Organized labor membership’s low as hell Consolidate, automate and the rats will drown Let the mob choose between insurance premiums and TVs Bet you can guess what that will do to life expectancies

OH YEAH! THAT’S THAT SHIT I LOVE!

Now’s the time for greed with no oversight Cuz our cronies bankroll committees

Profit margins can always Increase so Fuck the Earth Embrace dollar signs, deregulate everything!

One thing left to do when you realize we’re all screwed We’ve poisoned the world Take what’s left until it’s only us against the hordes Starving in the streets Reach down deep inside for the strength to look away At those sleeping in the streets (Get your) M——O—N——E—Y Make sure to thank them for their time

Time to snatch and grab as much as you can hold

“I moved on her like a bitch” - President Donald J. Trump

Do you hear the things they say to me Oh yeah, oh no, are you gonna be in my nightmares

Why can’t I be a little closer to emergency Why can’t I be so close so close you can’t see

If I could say all the right things and you want to hear them Would you like that

You got the vice, I got the supply We’re kids on a playground tonight

Make sure you don’t forget to tie off And that you try it out with somebody Now if you end up feeling too low The other bag contains the remedy

This here supply, it fuels me To work the night and day shift

Make sure you don’t forget to tie off And that you try it out with somebody Now if you end up feeling too low The other bag contains the remedy

When you’re stuck in place while the world’s turning Jettisoning worries might be your sole means to survive The truth is you have never sunken lower Questioning why it’s so fucking hard to get a cosign Sometimes it’s not a question of cutting losses But pressing pause on all the burdens to mental welfare I truly hope one day to reassemble At least a semblance of the past that I once shattered there Above all, hope you’ll recognize me

How can this be? My supply’s but depleted Yet I’ve made nothing, the sun’s rising And when he sees my hands and pockets are empty That’s it for me, might as well burn the rest

First we shoot and then we snort and then we’re fine Night becomes the day becomes the night Gotta get home and let Mom know I am fine Gotta get back on top of my life

Wide awake I’ll take this hit then set my life straight, I’ll never pay them This last time is all I need to get my head clear I’m not their puppet Fuck this Right Now I want to feel safe and warm I need to be back home with my family

First we shoot and then we snort and then we’re fine Night becomes the day becomes the night Gotta get home and let Mom know I am fine Gotta get back on top of my life

‘Scuse me sir do you have any change to spare? My car broke down and I need bus fare And if you party I am sure that I can find Some more good shit, yeah that really fine Ran out myself, and had one last hit to blast off Peripheral vision flies and moths Blinking and twinkling in and out of it all Blink until all the flies go away

Clip your wings before you start to fly Never get high on your own supply Foolish mortals with a word to the wise Never did I think it would mean my demise Surprise I’m fine, I’m the sunshine in a room full of dudes that are unkind Tryin to unwind, have a few laughs but this dude right here is a jackass Hashtag lightweight couldn’t keep his high straight Killing my vibes stay the fuck outta my face I’m straight I can hold mine no chase, but these fools run around like the dope’s laced I’m great I can hold my own, there’s levels to this shit man I’m in my zone What you tripping on? What you sipping on? Hold my hand goddamn man this shit is strong

These straps are too tight I need you to page my mind What you sipping on What you tripping on Damn this shit is strong

Top speed had to exit stage left Them weirdos haven’t mastered the wave yet If I stay with them then I’m a train wreck But when I’m all by myself I’m a safe bet Step by step as the flames get high, tryin to make my escape from the lake and the fire Had a strange feeling that it couldn’t get worse so I jumped off the top and I dove head first

Please know that if you’re tied to the anchor Securely as it’s descending the depths I honestly hope you’ll be inviting I sincerely wish you’d go down with me

On a future date explorers will find Our fossilized bones mixed on the sea floor Next time let’s promise to meet in between Promise to meet me somewhere in between?

We are opposites Wake another day to life so hollow Take another pill that won’t stay down It reminds you of the day you realized your heroes were mortal Wake to see the sun before it goes down

I saw you as you fell back down to Earth Caught a glimpse as I rocketed away Next time let’s promise to meet in between Promise to meet me somewhere in between?

As we explode into a blinding white Lightning inside the upper troposphere I honestly hope you’ll be inviting I sincerely wish you’d go down with me

We are opposites Wake another day to life so hollow Take another pill that won’t stay down It reminds you of the day you realized your heroes were mortal Wake to see the sun before it goes down

At the foot of my bed you kept caring watch of me all night With your eyes, you are now part of my life We’re chosen by fate and love has cast it’s spell over our minds And it’s divine, we need no one else tonight

All we need is right here Every day I can see your eyes light up with love All we need is right here

We could move on from here Have a two story home in the hills with a white picket fence We could move on from here

We’re structurally compromised but we’ll use paint And our love to cover up our defects I’ll take us from here and move us to a place Where there’s less noise, and no beeps, this traffic can be a nightmare

All we need is right here Every day I can see your eyes light up with love All we need is right here

We could move on from here Have a two story home in the hills with a white picket fence We could move on from here

Close my eyes and all I see is you Christina

Takes but a moment to lose the ones close to you, now you’re gone And looking up now I see I’ve lost you, myself, everything

I know that you’re tired I never came home to visit you I know that you’re tired You’re gone and this hole in my heart is for you

Self-medicating mess, I drop to the floor you are gone A map materializes to guide when I am missing you

Tired, alone and waiting for Someone help me understand this I’d like to be back home

Tired, alone and waiting for Can you help me understand this Now nothing feels like home

I know that you’re tired I never came home to visit you I know that you’re tired You’re gone and this hole in my heart is for you

I could never ever forget you You taught me how to see you taught me how to hear You reinforced the my strength talked me through my fears

From time to time I realize my reality is a fleeting dream Unraveling right at the seams Unraveling right at the seams

If I were a real boy the kids would not all laugh at me If I were a real boy then things would work out perfectly But I’m not that real boy you read about in the papers Another charming imposter you think you knew And so I’ll sneak out the back door and I will run through the alley Another selfish decision made without you If I were a real boy Things would’ve worked out perfect If I were a real boy If I were a real boy

You want one more Where you’ll go You won’t wanna know

Tell me what I’ve done I need to know I’ve blocked out memories of vice filled nights and aggression Yeah, reflection has it’s price I’ve burnt the ones whom I love Cut all ties from my addictions, a dark soul,my own It grabs and possesses me

I want to find another I want to find another

Now my families gone I’m on my own This nightmare has no end, I must attempt to gain control I’ve paid a mighty price, a lost opportunity With this loss its sobering me, a dark soul, my own It grabs and it consumes me

I want to find another I want to find another

You want one more Where you’ll go You won’t wanna know

I want to find another I want to take another Oh God I am a monster

You want you want one more Where you’ll go You won’t wanna know (wanna know)

If you come out here to Los Angeles We’ll watch the Pacific eat the sun I’ll show you I’m really not a monster Give me a chance to prove you wrong

FIN

#chotto ghetto #monstro #jeff rossenstock #murs #jason butler #mike watt #jeff rosenstock

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bloodyknucklestiredeyes · 6 years ago

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Peter Parker; Strangers in the night

This is my very first imagine that I wrote months ago for my friend and just found it LOL but I wanna share it here so im sorry if theres errors or smth but yeah hope y’all like it.

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Word count: 1221

Warnings: none just FLUFF

The wind roared with fury over the towers of Queens, New York. A shadow figure loomed onto a high skyscraper. The small frame of the mysterious figure got the attention of a nearby red and blue boy. With catlike silence, the red and blue suit was behind the dark figure. “If you wanted to sneak up on me it didn’t work.” The sarcastic and dry voice came from the small figured preached on the building. An awkward chuckle escaped the boy and within 30 seconds, the small female was standing up, standing on the ledge. “Bye spider-boy.” And without missing a beat, the female saluted her departure and jumped. Spider-man’s eyes widened at the sudden movements and he instantly leaps into action, ready to save the young woman who jumped. But to his disbelief, there was so body in the air, nor on the ground. the young woman simply, vanished.

It’s been a week since Peter Parker’s strange encounter with the black figured woman. Every night on patrol he would keep his eyes out for her, wanting them to cross paths again.

The noisy and crowded halls of midtown high made my ears want to burst. I pushed through the many teenagers, desperate to get to my locker. With a final push through the crowd my small body collided with my blue locker and I gave a sigh of relief before putting in my locker combination. “YO Y/L/N” the booming voice echoes the halls. “Crap.” i whisper, leaning my head against the cool locker. “Yes, Flash?” I sweetly ask the male. “So I was, Uh, wondering. I gotta party this weekend, wanna come? it’ll be fun baby girl.” Half way through Flash Thompson’s sentence, he winks and grabs at his junk. My nose crinkles in disgust at the teenage boy and say, “No thanks Flash. I have family plans. Maybe next time!” I smile sweetly before grabbing the books i need from my locker, and walk to first period.

When I get home to my small apartment in Queens that afternoon, I immediately run to my room and grab my skin tight black uniform. I smile while i run my hands down the soft fabric, mixed with leather. Most people have some life changing moment to want to become a “superhero” but I had always wanted to help people. I took various fighting skill classes from age 4 to age 15. I knew how to take care of myself, and when the infamous “Spider-man” took on the streets of Queens, New York, i knew I could too. So i made this costume and my other gadgets and started around 3 months ago. I go mostly unnoticed, which means Spider-man gets my credit for the job, but it doesn’t bother me. I would rather help people than be on the front page news. But i can admit I chuckle when I think about how confused spider-man must be when he gets credit for the job he didn’t do.

After the sun goes down i walk into my room and put on my suit. the fabric and leather are perfect. Soft but sturdy fabric reaches around my chest and abdomen, and runs down my legs. Patches of leather are on my back, knees, elbows, and around my breasts. The boots I wear have a tiny heel, it doesn’t get in the way but it does give me some style. My hair in a pin straight high ponytail and a black mask covers my eyes and cheekbones. The burgundy lipstick i wear makes my teeth look whiter than normal and makes me eyes pop. I smile in the mirror and get to my balcony window. With a small push, i’m out the window and jumping through the night.

I sit on a ledge, my feet dangling, off a building and scan the streets below. The sound of cars driving by has become a constant and I slightly smile at the noise. “Funny meeting you here.” A boyish voice breaks the almost silent air. I give a dramatic sigh and stand up. “What do you want spidey?” I put my hand on my hip and give him my best ‘annoyed’ look. “Who are you?”

The question only mildly surprised me. He had never seen me before last week so of course he had questions. I only hoped he would give something a little more original off for out first official meeting. “I’m helping.” My statement had a ‘duh’ factor to it and it made him frown slightly. “But i’m spider-man. I don’t need help.” I furrow my brows and frown at his whining behavior. “Chill. I don’t want to steal the spotlight. Just want to take some of the load off you.” I put my hands up in mock surrender and lift my eyes to meet his. When I looked into his mask I had the urge to take it off and see the color of his eyes. Were they bright and blue? or dark and brown? Would they hold secrets and built up anger or an innocence in them? The thoughts of wanting to see my fellow “superheroes” eyes made my cheeks flame up. The sounds of sirens broke our trance and we darted our heads to the noise. “That’s my cue!” I yelled and began running towards the ledge. “Not if I get there first!” said spider-man and he shot his webs into the air, swinging off.

These strange encounters became more frequent over the next few weeks. He would find me on some ledge, we would talk and then some crime or emergency would bring us back to reality. I was beginning to become more and more curious to this boys identity. He was obviously well built, not super tall but not the shortest either. He had a voice that sounded like he just finished puberty but then he also had that vibe that he was maybe older? The curiosity was killing me. So one night i asked, “Will we ever show each other who we are?” I had my head rested upon his shoulder, so my question made my head joint at his sudden surprise. “Would you like to know who I am?” he answered my question with a question. “Very much yes.” I stated. “Then we should reveal ourselves.” His proclamation made me lift my head up with admiration. “really?” The question came out small and high pitched. He nodded and we both re adjusted ourselves to where we were sitting criss cross in front of each other. We put our hands on each others masks and take deep breaths. “Wait.” I say. his hands drop to his sides, thinking we weren’t going to reveal ourselves. I lift his mask up just above his lips and breath nervously. “Can I kiss you?” my words don’t seem to surprise him. He nods and I smile. I place my lips onto his and he begins to move our lips together in sync. I place my hands on his mask and pull it up more. He does the same with mine. When we pull apart, out masks are off. His brown, curly locks are messy and his eyes are a chocolate brown. I look into them and smile. innocence. I smile and place my hands in his hair, kissing him again.

#spiderman #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker comic #avengers #avengers x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you

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nowherenowherenowhere · 7 years ago

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the ghost

And it is what it sounds like In your comfort zone And it's what it amounts to when you're out there alone

it's a coin on each eye when just one will do moving into a fabricated normality in the shape of you

nothing goes down here and it's all above board I made myself burn up on entry but the echo is guiding on infernal ground a torch lit in impossible wind theres still more to do here i feel a tear in my leg the cloth stretches infinite and i stole from the best unpublished goddess the breath on the end of my tongue reaches the best of us

rel rel rel rel rel rel take me back to a moment where i met you laughing at the side of a strangers house i mean, I knew her but i had never been there before we took it to the whatever level stood watching the sky loving the moment i am somewhere that is so so so so gone loved you at the window loved you in a dream loved you waiting for transportation never told you so you might already know loved you visiting the house of the friendly elf covered in leaves a wall-high-sound-system we never turned on we danced between the streets and made our way back home your address on a letter was there but we were both unknown entities cant help but feel the salt the wind carries comedy and love and love and loss a familiar moment eyes are the truth but an invisible fog will take you to a new city hate i brought us here but i sang to you from the prehistoric heat and you did the same thing whatever you want you wined and dined me and charged my credit card to let me breathe until I felt it leave on a crowded aeroplane it was so empty when I did leave you and so i learned my lesson asked you a secret question an answer given to me i gave it back and i can never leave the mountain faces in the rock swimming pool french girl echo scream into the snow the muffled movement shows a freezing body a love unrequited take me there whatever it takes i never made a mistake i am confident I left when I should and now i’m a circular wizard hooded going down into fiction into memory when will the poetry take the best of me while i’m laughing flint-lock inside of me

well of water going to tell the herald i don’t got the answer no not here oh no not here and i wade in to water to extend the blessing going in further tee-shirt falls of my shoulders i make peace with water running along my arm i see the future i push it further the clock tells me in a modern tongue theres that word again and again echo echo echo echo the clock tells me to honour the linguistic strand ill sleeo in nightmares feeding off of the pleasure in my hand the bar looks out to the ocean i sat close to the glass nearer to the road I have a pocket full of adventurer tomes got to get away from you but you only gave me pleasure the world is a confusing one-man-band time is all the music can offer you and me whatever laugh along with me today tomorrow will my raven reach you is the question without punctuation it goes deeper than greater eyes the wind is landing on the tide oh on and on gave a song to a siren but she sang her own one it goes on and on to give myself something i want to give to the greater good lime and salt and invention and love and life and all of everything that chimes take a tone make it your own then give it to me i promise like an earth bound goddess a living of berries the chord and the soliloquy

#poem

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iwroteahing-blog · 8 years ago

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Freedom Rises (working title)

So, as some people may know, theres quite a big election going on tomorrow over here in the UK and for those who don’t know me, I am quite passionate when it comes to politics, I think anyone who writes, performs or creates any sort of art has to be. Art is about engaging the world around us and like it or not, that is what politics are. I am not going to go massively into my political believes, not hear at least but it has made me want to share something another bit of writing (Sorry its so long after my first piece, I really knew what I wanted to release and it took ages to dig it out and type it up) The below extract is the start of Chapter 1 of a novel I am/was writing. It has been a passion project I have worked on and off of for the past 6/7 years, writing small pieces here and there. It is planned out as a very political piece, seeking to explore the consequences of both conservative and liberal viewpoints and follows a nameless main character who sees those they love persecuted by one side but also suffer fighting for the other. It is based 8 years in the future (but considering I started this 6 years ago, maybe that will need to be pushed back) with a new election coming up. It takes our world to the extremes of what it is now and asks, how do we fix that? (I hope). For the first time I am also going to add some visual aids to help with the story, I write in a very visual way and I really want to help share that with you, I do not claim ownership over any of the images and will post the sources at the bottom, I would also recommend listening to this while you read https://youtu.be/Y5ktlVlcVvc its just what happened to be on when I typed this up and the hopelessness of it fit. So enjoy: “Cause and effect, for every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction, so, when we… Are you guys writing this down? This is basic stuff…” It is not hard to tell from the vacant expressions they aren’t, 50 faces in the cramped stone room and not a single one looking my way. Most focused on the plain panel door out of the classroom, the rest stared vacantly at the space beneath their desk, like I couldn't tell they where checking their messages. I try a light tap on the desk to wake them up, but its not very effective. Each and every one of them are already planning ahead for the night, looking for the fastest route home. I can’t blame them, today is the 12th of July 2025, voting for the next election is tonight, there is no way they are going to be taking in what I am saying, so I give in. A wave of my hand signals that they can leave “I want that PDF finished by Monday, your answers have to be in my inbox before start of class so we can look at them as a class!” I doubt a single one hears the homework assignment I call out, they are piling out go my classroom faster than ever, they don’t want to risk being late home tonight. We all know that the police will be putting more security on the voting booths, which means less on the streets. Muggers and and dealers will have free roam, democracy giving way to chaos. The twisted irony of it all would make me laugh if it wasn’t so damn tragic. Its not like you can blame the authorities, if they didn't guard the booths, some meninist cult would show up to intimidate the voters.  

I swipe my hand across the screen at the front of the class and the lesson plan disappears, everything I do is on the school’s cloud anyway, thank god for autosave. It doesn’t take long to collect the Bunsen Burners from the desks and switch the “windows” from a beautiful meadow, back to the cold brick that matches the rest of the classroom, but still I realise that I have started to rush my clean up. Like my kids, I don’t want to be out on the streets late tonight.

Stepping out onto the streets of the city always makes me thankful for my tiny, bricked classroom and the income that comes with it, despite how pathetic they both are. What were once proud streets, brimming with opportunity are now just cramped and wet. Tall towers stretch up for what seems like an eternity, piercing the rain clouds above. The buildings are all made from the same dull brick, with windows few and far between, after all who can afford to maintain such a luxury this far down? The uniformity of the walls makes it easy to spot the camera though, large yellow boxes, placed 2 stories up. Some times you would see one cracked or defaced, but rarely, after all the cameras were one of the few things looked after in this part of town. The worst part though, were the crowds. Where there weren’t people walking stood someone with their hands held out for change, poor souls whose only crime was being born in a time where there were more people than jobs. Every day there feels like there are more people out here, although I never seem to see the same face twice. I try to dispense what few coins I have into a few of the hands that I pass in the crowded street, but I never have enough and the constant push of people carries me down the water logged streets too fast. The woman who teaches the year below me blames anyone she can, the government, the rich or anyone with the tiniest bit of power. I’m just content with thanking god its not me.

I push through the crowds, looking for the taxi rank. As with most evenings, I choose the one a bit further from the school, hoping that I can avoid the long queues that will be inevitable tonight. The crowd has thinned, thankfully, so I am able to make good time on my walk and within a few minutes, I am at the small taxi rank. The rank is in a small alcove a the side of the street, with a metal roof providing shelter from the pouring rain. The shelter is long enough that 4 cars could park alongside it, although it is empty at the moment. Inside the shelter are small screens, each playing a repeating loop of adverts for a new film staring a range of generic, topless men and women doing something on a beach. People are huddled in groups, almost forming an informal cue but no one is talking to each other. As I reach the shelter, An argument breaks out at the front of the cue over who was there first, one man, a short rat faced man, makes some comment about the other’s mother and I watch as they get physical with each other. The second man, who must be twice the height of ratty has the advantage of stature and bulk, slamming meaty hands down at the others face. It is short, messy and leaves red stains across the pavement, and by the end it is clear that the the rat faced man will be waiting for the second taxi. My mother used to tell me that people would look out for each other in this city, but tonight, no one cares if they see another man beaten to a pulp, they just want to get home.

I take a spot under the shelter, beside an elderly couple who had huddled together under the gentleman coat, it looks like they only have the one between them. The rain seems to have slowed now and it has become easier to hear the sound of the city, that strange mix of shouting, sirens and a mishmash of different songs being played somewhere in the distance, Genevi always calls it the sounds of humanity, usually I just call it noise. She is probably back home by now, her gallery is much closer to the flat than the school, I just hope she's remembered pick up food, everywhere will be closed by the time I get back, its not like there is a polling booth in our neighbourhood, too unsafe they were told. Suddenly, something catches my hearing. The screens in the taxi rank are no longer showing the loop of adverts, now the screens have switched to the final party debate, aiming to swing any voters heading to the polls and to make us all feel “included” in the process. Usually they just bore me to death, no matter how hard the news reader tries to build it up. This time is different though because the guy on screen is a rockstar.   Sebastian Shaw, a name that must have been invented by committee, is the leader of a brand new political party. the Great British Freedom Party, or GBFP for short. Traditionally a small party like the GBFP would be completely forgettable, but Sebastian Shaw was determined to sell voters a dream. They promised to be tough on crime and bullish on a global scale, claimed they wanted to build the empire back up. Their opposition always argues with facts and figures but it always felt a little bit weak coming from the mouths of stuffy politicians. Shaw was young, attractive and charismatic, you wanted to believe him when he talked and people wanted to listen. Shaw the unemployed that he would magic up jobs from nowhere, he told the poor about the riches he could give them, how could people argue with that? Even if it would all fall apart in the end, it made for good television. The others along the taxi rank had stopped what they were doing and were all looking at the screens, everyone wanted to hear what Shaw was going to say, even Ratty with good running down his face. Pic1:http://www.genealogyintime.com/GenealogyResources/Wallpaper/Brick-Wall-Images/brick-wall-images-page01.html Pic2:http://bestanimations.com Pic3: Tumblr, can't find the source, if you see this and its yours let me know and i’ll credit you!

#politics #election #story #storytelling #chapter #novel #dystopic #dystopia #futuristic #rain

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