#also when the siren rang everyone jumped up excited but i was a block of ice and i couldn't move and

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That moment of panic when Jack Crisp slips on the MCG turf in the middle of the ground, thank God the Messiah was right behind him

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With The Rain

Idol: Yoohyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Prompt: Hi! I'm so excited to see Dreamcatcher getting so many reactions and oneshots! They deserve so much love! No pressure, but if possible could I request a Yoohyeon scenario where: Yoohyeon and the fem Reader are both superheroes guarding different towns, and they send penpal notes to each other because they have a crush on each other. And one day Reader doesn't respond and Yoohyeon goes to her town to make sure she's okay and finds that her nemesis has finally captured her! Cue an angry rescue!

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Ugh I suck at titles. Also, this took me forever to write because I kind of forgot how to write an action sequence. And it’s LONG. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this scenario!

Warnings: Weapons (guns), fighting, violence but nothing too graphic, cursing.

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Now, under normal circumstances, Yoohyeon wouldn’t have been worried over your silence. She would have just figured that you out saving your city again and that you’d write her back when you could. After all, being a super hero was a busy job that didn’t save a ton of time for writing letters, and you could take care of yourself if anything came up. There had been plenty of times when the two of you had taken short breaks from letter writing to fight some crime. But this time, it was different. This time you weren’t answering her texts either.

Yoohyeon bit her lip as she stared down at her phone, stalling in the long hallway leading to the kitchen. You hadn’t even read the messages she’d sent to you over the course of the past four days and that wasn’t like you. The nagging feeling of unease at the back of her brain was now turning into worry as she sent another text and sighed, running her hand through her hair. What could be happening to keep you away for this long?

“They’re probably fine,” Siyeon said from behind her, making her jump and spin around, letting out a groan.

“Tell me when you’re going to teleport behind me, please,” Yoohyeon grumbled at the older woman, shoving her phone down into her back pocket despite the growing anxiety in her chest. The familiar hallway walls, covered in photos of the team, suddenly felt closer together.

“That would ruin the surprise.” Siyeon shrugged, then raised her eyebrows. “Why are you so worried about (Y/N) anyway? They can handle themselves just fine.”

“I know that.” Yoohyeon sighed and rubbed her hands over her face. “But it’s not like them to just disappear on me, you know? I have this weird feeling....”

“Weirder than sending letters to each other like my grandparents?”

“We’re pen pals and it’s cute, Siyeon. And I’m being serious, I just feel uneasy. I can’t stop worrying about them. About us.”

The older woman seemed to consider this for a moment. “Well, we don’t have anything going on over here. Why don’t you go to their town and see what’s up? Maybe they need some help.”

“That wouldn’t be weird?”

“I mean, if you’re really worried and this isn’t like them, then it would probably make you feel better to go check on them, right? I bet they’re just sick. And if they are okay and they’re just ignoring you on purpose, then tell them off because that’s a dick thing to do.”

She was right. Yoohyeon couldn’t help being a bit nervous that maybe you were ghosting her and didn’t want to see her, but she knew that wasn’t something you would do. Maybe you were sick. So she took out her phone again and checked the time. “Alright. I’ll go over there. Make sure Jiu knows that I’m heading out. I should be home in an hour if nothing goes wrong.”

“And if you aren’t?”

“I’ll send you some sort of signal if I get into trouble.” She slipped past Siyeon and gave her a smile as she walked back to her room. “Thanks for the advice.”

Waving her hand, Siyeon smiled and shrugged again. “No problem,” she said, giving the younger woman a mock salute before disappearing into a cloud of smoke, probably on her way back to the kitchen.

In her room, Yoohyeon quickly grabbed her suit and stuffed it into her bag, along with the long distance Bluetooth earpiece that doubled as a tracker that Handong, the technical brain of the team, had given all of them for emergencies. Then, with a stop in the bathroom to make sure she looked acceptable, she was out the door on her way to your town, her heart beating heavy in her chest. Above her head, clouds began to gather, slowly blocking out the sun.

-

As soon as she arrived in your town, she knew something was wrong. The smell of smoke hung in the air and the streets were deserted. Even the usually busy town hall outside the union station was empty except for the workers, and she frowned, furrowing her brow as she slipped into the bathroom and pulled out her phone. With her heart beginning to pound in her chest, she checked the news for your town, cursing herself for not doing so earlier. The first thing that popped up was a warning for citizens to stay home, and her stomach fell.

The terrorist group known as the Earth Order has returned from hiding after breaking their leader Hornet from prison. This weekend, they stormed the city bank and took everyone inside hostage. Superhero (Y/N) arrived on the scene but has not been seen again since the incident. Law enforcement have warned citizens to stay inside as they are trying to negotiate and have been working with other local heroes, but the public has started to fear the worst.

Yoohyeon swore at herself under her breath and grabbed her suit, internally kicking herself. Of course it was Hornet! You’d told her that he’d been broken out of prison only days before you stopped responding. Why hadn’t she checked the news earlier? Because she was scared that you’d lost interest in her? Because she’d been distracted by her feelings for you? If only she’d known, she could have come earlier. She could have helped you. She could have stopped you from being hurt.

Fear mixed with rage as she slid her mask over her face, concealing her true identity. She wasn’t sure what was going on with the other heroes and law enforcement, but she had to get in there and help you, no matter what she did. As she stuffed her civilian clothes back into her bag, her phone rang and she glanced at the caller. Jiu.

“Something happened,” the older woman said as soon as Yoohyeon answered the phone. “What’s wrong.”

“How did you know?” Yoohyeon asked, slipping her bag over her shoulder as she prepared to leave.

“The weather doesn’t usually go from sunny to a downpour unless you have something to do with it.”

“Oh.” Sure enough, when she stepped out of the bathroom, rain was pouring from the now grey skies, pounding against the ground. Sheepishly, she rubbed the back of her neck. “Yep, that’s me. Sorry, I thought I had more control over my powers now.”

“It’s only when you get really upset. So I know something happened.”

“(Y/N) was captured by Hornet, their nemesis. They went into the bank building after them a few days ago and they haven’t been seen since.”

“That is bad,” Jiu said, and Yoohyeon could hear her leader typing on the other side of the line. “Do you want us to come as backup? I can get the rest of the girls suited up in no time.”

“No, not right now.” Yoohyeon narrowed her eyes and clenched her jaw. This was something she had to do. “I’ll send a panic alert through the tracker if I run into trouble. There are heroes here on the ground. I’ll think something up.”

“Well, if you’re sure. Good luck.”

“Thanks, Jiu.” Yoohyeon ended the call and slipped her phone into her bag, attached the Bluetooth to her ear, and turned on the tracker. With that, she stowed her bag in one of the lockers at the nearby bus station and took off through the rain, headed straight for the bank.

-

It didn’t take long for her to find it. She didn’t know the layout of your town all that well, but all she had to do was follow the smoke and, soon, the sound of sirens. Squad cars, firetrucks, and ambulances crowded and blocked the road as she reached the scene, and she immediately spotted the team of heroes you worked with gathered behind one of the trucks, speaking to local law enforcement. The bank doors were closed, but the windows were broken and smoking, and blackened, burnt-out cars cluttered the surrounding streets. Frowning, she stayed out of sight from the bank’s many windows, looking the tall building up and down from behind one of the cars. For the first time, she wished she had Siyeon’s power of teleportation. The place looked impenetrable.

After surveying the scene, she stayed low and approached the large truck, trying her best to stay out of sight. At the sound of her footsteps, one of your teammates turned around and gasped.

“Rain? What are you doing here?” At the sound of his voice the rest of the team turned around and she pressed a finger to her lips, joining them in their hiding spot.

“I’m here because I heard what happened to (Y/N).”

“Oh.” Another one of your teammates, Dazzler, twisted her hands, throwing a worried glance up at the building. “Were you worried too?”

“Of course, we’re close.” That was all they needed to know for now. “What’s the situation?”

“It’s not good.” Your team leader Miniaturist stepped up, shaking her head. “We arrived as backup as soon as communication from (Y/N) cut out inside the bank, but Hornet called in reinforcements and he knows we’re here. We can’t just run inside because we don’t know where his hostages are and we don’t need any more civilians getting hurt. Any time we get close, members of the terrorist group come pouring out. We’ve gone through so many, but they just keep coming. We have no idea how many people are inside.”

“That is a rough situation.” Yoohyeon crossed her arms, trying to think. “Does he know all of your powers?”

“Sort of. I was able to shrink myself down and slip in one of the first floor windows without anyone noticing, but they’ve locked and sealed the doors to the stairs so that I couldn’t climb in and unlock it, and I can’t just use the elevator. They’re using the bank cameras to track our every move.”

“I could short circuit the cameras,” added your other teammate Shocker, “but I can’t get close enough without getting shot at or attacked. They always see us coming.”

Hornet had really covered every one of his bases this time. Yoohyeon glanced around the team, then back at the building. Any rescue attempt would be risky at this point, but she had to get in there. They couldn’t let this go on any longer. Using Shocker was their best bet, but how could they get him close enough?

An idea hit her and she brought her hand up to her Bluetooth. “Shocker, do you think you’d have enough time to short circuit the cameras if we teleported you in close enough?”

“I can do it in seconds, but we don’t have anyone like that on our team.”

“I do.” She pressed the button and waited until Jiu’s voice cut through the static.

“Yoohyeon, what’s up?”

“Can you have Vanisher teleport to my location?”

“In her suit?”

“Yes please.”

“I’m on it.”

The Bluetooth cut out and Yoohyeon brought her hand down. “She should be here any minute.”

“Teleportation is exactly what we need,” Miniaturist said, perking up for the first time. “Once the cameras are down, they can only see us from the windows. There are plenty of blind spots in the back of the building. I’ll go through the back door and see if I can scope out the place. Once we have an idea of what we’re dealing with, we can send a team to the front of the building to distract Hornet. He doesn’t know you or Vanisher are here, and that gives us an advantage. You guys can go around the back and take him by surprise while we draw his backup away from you.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” A little poof of smoke revealed a grinning Siyeon and everyone jumped upon her arrival, spinning around to look at her.

“Woah, you really can teleport,” commented Shocker, holding his hand to his chest in shock, and she laughed.

“Of course I can! Now, who am I taking to stop the cameras?” She was as nonchalant as ever when faced with danger and Yoohyeon felt a bit better now that she was there. The situation felt a bit more familiar.

“It’s me,” Shocker said, raising his hand, and Siyeon grabbed him by his shoulders, still grinning.

“I’ll try to hold you still so that you don’t get sick. Just ready yourself, okay?” She didn’t give him enough time to resist, disappearing with him in her arms. After a moment, Yoohyeon heard electricity popping and then the fire of automatic guns. Dazzler’s face with white, but with a poof of smoke, Siyeon and Shocker appeared again behind the truck, unharmed.

“Oh thank goodness,” Dazzler said, putting a hand to her chest and letting out a sigh of relief, and Shocker gave her a thumbs up despite looking a bit sick.

“Cameras are all down. I accidentally turned out all their electricity for a minute too but it’s hard to control your power after your entire body is transported through space and time somehow.”

“That’s being dramatic,” Siyeon said, dusting off her suit and looking around. “What’s the plan now?”

“It’s my turn.” Miniaturist disappeared from her spot and Siyeon blinked.

“Wait, I thought they didn’t have a teleporter.”

“We don’t.” A faint voice came from the ground and both Siyeon and Yoohyeon looked down to see a tiny woman waving at them. “I’m going to run around the back and scope out the area. I’ll communicate with my team and have them rely information to you.” With that, Miniaturist jumped up to the top of the truck, leaving Siyeon and Yoohyeon to stare in surprise.

“Man, that’s one weird power. How did she do that?” Siyeon asked, and Dazzler grinned.

“Something about keeping the power she has at normal size when she’s miniature. Isn’t it cool?”

“It really is. It’s useful during times like this too.”

“Yep.” Shocker sat down, rubbing his hands together to recharge his powers. “Now we just sit here and wait.”

-

“She was able to get into the back stairwell.” Dazzler reported, “They’re holding the civilian hostages on the second floor with ten guards. There are terrorist goons on every floor and there’s someone with a gun at every window. The third floor is full of them, it seems like that’s where the reinforcements are. They’re using the back stairwell. She was able to get to each floor other than the sixth, because there’s a blockade there. She thinks that’s where Hornet and (Y/N) are.” Pulling her hand away from her ear, Dazzler peeked out to look at the building and sighed. “We’re way outnumbered. Even if these guys don’t have powers, they have weapons and there’s a lot of them.”

“We have a member who can control metal.” At Yoohyeon’s words, everyone turned to look at her and Dazzler raised her eyebrows.

“That would help. Could you get her here?”

“I can.” The words barely left Siyeon’s mouth before she disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

When she reappeared, it was with two women instead of one. “I brought our leader too. She controls fire and can make explosions.”

“Hi,” Jiu said, waving a hand as she stepped forward. “I’m Firefly, but you guys can call me Jiu.”

“And I’m Handong. You might also know me as Silver.” Handong waved her gloved hand as well, glancing around the team. “We got the rundown from Siyeon. When are we going in?”

Shocker smiled and waved back at them, even though he looked a bit queasy when he saw them teleport. “Whenever our leader gets back from scoping the place out.”

“I’m back.” The voice made them all jump, then Miniaturist’s sudden appearance made them jump again. She was slightly dusty and she frowned as she brushed off her suit.

“I thought they didn’t have a teleporter?” Jiu asked, and Miniaturist laughed.

“I don’t teleport, I get really tiny. Hence my name, Miniaturist.”

“That makes a lot of sense. I’m Firefly, nice to meet you. This beside me is Silver. We’re here to help. I control fire and she controls metal.”

“This is good.” Miniaturist crossed her arms. “Here’s what we’ll do. Silver, we need you here. Shocker, Dazzler, and I will charge in from the front as a distraction, but there are snipers in every window. We need your cover long enough for the others to wipe out the snipers. Vanisher, Rain, and Firefly will go around the back to wipe out the snipers and rescue the hostages, including (Y/N). Does that all sound good?” The team looked at each other and nodded, and Miniaturist put her hand into the middle of the circle. “Then let’s do this. For the hostages, and for (Y/N).”

Yoohyeon’s heart began to beat a bit faster as she put her hand into the circle and cheered with the rest of them. Miniaturist hadn’t been able to find you, were you really inside? Were you okay? Where could Hornet be hiding you? Were you...? She didn’t let herself finish the question, instead clenching her teeth together and holding onto Siyeon. She couldn’t let herself get upset before the mission even started.

“Now!” Miniaturist yelled, and a blast of blinding light from Dazzler signaled the charge. With that, Yoohyeon’s world went momentarily black.

When she came back, she was dizzy and standing in front of the back door. No matter how many times she teleported, she always ended up feeling strange. As she got her balance back, she watched Jiu try the doorknob.

“She must have unlocked it,” the oldest girl said as she swung the door open. “Let’s go.”

“Do we have a plan?” Siyeon asked as the three of them slipped inside, and Jiu scanned the ceiling.

“I do. I’m going to set of the smoke alarms and the sprinklers. That way Yoohyeon will never run out of water to manipulate and the terrorists will be confused. We need to hit the second floor with the hostages first after we shock them so we catch them by surprise and there’s less chance for people to get hurt.”

“That’s a good idea.” Yoohyeon stopped, tried another door, and nodded for the other girls to come over. “Here are the stairs. We should be able to find a smoke detector in here somewhere.” Outside, the sounds of fighting were loud, and she shuddered at the constant firing of the guns. She knew Handong was good, but they had never faced off against this many enemies before. She could only hope that the other woman could handle it.

“Here’s one! And on the third floor, great.” Jiu stopped and opened her palm. After a second, a fire popped to life above her skin and she held it up to the detector, stretching her arms to reach. At first, nothing happened. Then a piercing siren echoed throughout the building and sprinklers sputtered to life, drenching the floor in seconds.

“Shit, what the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know, but now the elevators won’t work!”

Inside the door that Yoohyeon guessed led to the room where the hostages were being held, she could hear confused yelling. Quickly, the three women moved behind the door and listened to the thud of booted feet rumbling towards the stairwell door.

As soon as the door opened and two men stepped out, Siyeon slammed the door behind them and Yoohyeon manipulated the water, turning the downpour into a whip and sending the two flying down the stairs. There was a crack when their heads landed, and the didn’t move again. Satisfied, the girls turned again to the door.

“Why did you slam the door?” Three more men walked through and Yoohyeon gave them the same treatment, using her water to ram them against the wall. They would be fine, but they wouldn’t wake up for a while.

“That’s five,” Jiu whispered, “five left.”

“Hey, what’s going on out there?” Another voice sounded from behind the door, and they looked at each other. Was this really going to be this easy?

“You goddamn fool! Don’t go through that door, there has to be someone out there!” The next fool foiled their hope for an easy take down. Hearing this, Yoohyeon turned her body to water and slipped underneath the door to look. Five more armed men stood inside, and the biggest one was blocking the rest of the men from the door, glaring at them with his weapon in his hands.

“But who? The whole team is-.”

“They must have called reinforcements. We have to warn Hornet.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Just as quick as she’d turned to water, she returned to her solid form, landing a solid kick against the man’s throat. He choked and went down, and the rest of the men raised their guns, only for them to melt in their hands, making them gasp and scream as it burnt their skin.

“Awe, is it too hot in here for you boys?” Jiu stood in the doorway, her hands and eyes aflame. “Why don’t I make it a bit hotter?” She aimed her arm at one of the big guns at the broken-out window and the goon in her way screamed and dove out of the way just in time to avoid the wave of fire that melted the gun and exploded some of the glass. “Oh, I see you have a survival instinct.”

A few of the men had made a run for the door, but Siyeon was quick and well trained. She kicked one of them, sending him tumbling back against the man running behind him, then jumped onto the back of another, wrapping her legs around his neck and sending him down. With a poof of smoke, she was gone and back again with rope, and soon, all the goons were sat in the corner, their hands and legs tied and their weapons melted or disintegrated.

The scared hostages, mostly bank workers, stared at them with wide eyes as they approached, as if they couldn’t believe they were really there.

“You came to save us?” One woman asked, and Jiu nodded, bending down with a soft smile to burn through the ropes binding them, setting them free.

“We came to save you. Come on, we’ll take you down the back stairs, but we have to be fast. Since the elevators are off, reinforcements might come down the stairs.

The hostages were weak after sitting bound on the floor for so long and most of them stumbled and fell, but with Siyeon’s help for the weakest ones, they were able to get every one of them to the ambulances waiting outside. Still, Yoohyeon couldn’t rest. She was anxious to get back inside.

As the three of them once again entered the stairwell, Jiu turned to Yoohyeon. “I know you want to go find (Y/N), so you should. Siyeon and I can handle the rest of them.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’re sure.” Siyeon patted her shoulder. “If you can’t get around the blockage, call me. And good luck.”

Setting her jaw, Yoohyeon nodded at her teammates, thankful that they understood. “Good luck.” With that, she turned and headed up the stairs, taking them two at a time in her rush. She could still hear gunfire, but she focused on her mission: she had to get to you and trust in the others to be able to handle the rest of the situation. So up she went, running as fast as she could to get to the top.

Just as she was about to round the last set of stairs to get to the blockade, an explosion from above rocked the building and she threw herself onto the floor, covering her head as rubble showered down around her. When the dust settled around her, she slowly stood up and crept up the rest of the stairs to the next landing, every sense on high alert. The air was still cloudy and she had to resist the urge to cough just in case someone was close by. Thankfully, the landing was still intact, but as she looked up at the next set of stairs, she realized what the explosion had been.

The bottom half of the stairs where the blockade had been had been reduced to rubble that cluttered the stairs below, leaving a gaping hole impossible to jump over. At least, for a regular person. Yoohyeon furrowed her eyebrow and looked up. The next landing was still intact was well, although obviously shaken and unsafe. Did this mean Hornet knew they were in the building? He had destroyed his one escape route outside the elevator. He was desperate.

Yoohyeon stepped back until she hit the wall and studied the gap. Going back now was no option. She’d have to jump it.

She closed her eyes and breathed slow and deep, feeling the water all around her and connecting it with her body. Then she readied herself to run in the small space, placing one foot in front of the other and outstretching her hands behind her. It was a technique she’d seen Jiu use, and even though she’d never tried with water before, it had to work.

When she opened her eyes, she started to run, going as fast as she possibly could. Then, at the very last moment as her foot hit the edge of the gap, she jumped and released a jet of water from her hands, propelling her up and forwards at high speed. Her feet landed on the remaining steps and she almost felt relief until the unstable concrete gave out beneath her and she threw herself forward, grabbing onto the corner of the landing to catch herself. The sharp end cut into her hand but she held on, getting her knees onto another more stable step before again throwing her body forward, landing mostly on the ledge. The rest of the stairs crumbled behind her and she gasped for air and carefully crawled forward, not looking back.

The ledge was full of growing cracks, but she spread out her body weight and moved slow and purposeful until she was on the last set of ten stairs, leading to the final floor. Somehow, they were still standing, but not for long. Still careful, Yoohyeon stood to her feet and took them two at a time once again, desperate to get onto solid flooring again. They held her weight and, as she reached the landing and, subsequently, the last doorway, she took a deep breath.

If you weren’t beyond this door....

No, she couldn’t think of that now. Instead of opening the door, she turned her body to water again and slipped silently underneath the door before slithering further into the room. The sprinklers were still going and the water on the floor helped disguise her form, as even in the water she still had a face. The last floor was severely damaged, desks and chairs mangled and holes through the walls. Sparks from broken lights fell into the water and the further through the labyrinth of hallways and offices on the last floor she went, the destruction got worse, until she reached a large meeting room with the door ripped to shreds.

Inside, she heard a voice and her heart stopped. It was you. You were alive.

“Just admit that you’re beaten. They’ve taken out most of your snipers, they took your hostages, and they’re beating the shit out of your guys on the ground. There’s no way you can win this.” Your voice was rough and raspy as you spat at the words, and she could hear chains clanking together and scraping against the floor.

“I think you’re forgetting something,” a man’s voice hissed in return, and anger boiled in Yoohyeon’s chest. Hornet. “I still have you. What do you think your teammates will do if I threaten to kill you?”

“You won’t get away with it. You won’t get away with any of this.”

Yoohyeon followed the sound of your voice, slowly pulling herself from the water so that she could see. In one corner of the meeting room, you were chained to a chair, your legs strapped to the legs and your arms chained so tight behind your back that your arms were streaked with red cuts. You were holding your head high despite the cuts and bruises on your face and the dark circles under your eyes, staring Hornet right in the eyes as he walked over to glare down at you. He was a lean man, not traditionally intimidating, but he towered over you and his eyes were wide, yellow, and crazy. The long fingernails he used to sting and paralyze dug into your skin as he grabbed your face, and Yoohyeon belated realized, to her horror, that you were hooked up to an IV at the back of your neck.

That was how he had captured you. He was continuously paralyzing you through the IV, using the same poison from his nails.

“You sure are brave today. How about I give you another round of electricity and see how brave you are then? With all this water around I can’t guarantee it won’t kill you.”

“But I can.” Yoohyeon stood to her full height, revealing herself as she slashed her hand through the air, sending blades of water to cut through the IV. At the sound of her voice you jerked your head back and Hornet dropped you to spin around, his wild eyes darting around the room until they landed on her.

“Y-Yoohyeon?”

“Who are you?” He demanded, and Yoohyeon glared, the water around her beginning to boil with the intensity of her anger.

“Your worst nightmare.” She pulled her arms back, then pushed them forward, sending a wave of boiling water straight into his core. He let out a cry of pain as he was thrown back into the wall, and she turned her attention to you, slashing at your restraints. The metal of your chain didn’t break as easily as the IV, and he was back on his feet before she could break through, his eyes flashing yellow.

“I won’t let you ruin this! Not after I came so far!” He was faster than she’d thought he would be, and she narrowly missed his charge, jumping to the side just in time to avoid his nails. As he slid to a stop and turned around, she turned her palms upward and pulled up before making a fist, turning the water around her into sharp frozen knives that she then threw towards him with all the force in her body.

They missed his skin but caught on his clothing and dragged him back up against the wall, digging deep into the cheap dry wood. Once again, she had bought herself time and she turned her attention back to you, sharpening her water blade this time through pure anger as she slashed and hacked against your chains.

Just as they fell away and you slumped forward, barely able to catch yourself after the affects of the poison, Hornet roared and broke free, once again charging at Yoohyeon. This time, she was ready, turning her entire body to water and letting him charge right through her before she spun around and grabbed him by the shoulders. Water flowed through her body and up from the ground in a boiling fountain, enveloping him as he screamed. He dragged his body forward and twisted back, trying to escape, but she stared him in the eye, twisted and flexed her fingers, and drew in a purposeful breath, watching with pleasure as the boiling water turned to ice, trapping him inside. Satisfied, she breathed out, freed her hands and pulled away, then immediately refroze the space her hands had made at his shoulders. From inside, he stared at her with his crazy eyes, mid-scream, unable to move but obviously furious.

With Hornet defeated, she turned and ran to your side, helping you sit back up and sucking in a breath when she saw your wounds up close. “Oh my god, (Y/N), are you okay? What did he do to you? I’ll get you down to the ambulance right away.”

Tears were running down your face as you looked up at her, your body shaking as you did your best to move. “You came for me,” you whispered, and she nodded, trying not to cry herself as she dropped to her knees and pulled you gently into her arms.

“I did. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get here earlier.”

“It’s not your fault.” You let your forehead fall against her shoulder, your body exhausted. “I should have been stronger. I shouldn’t have let him draw me into this small room. He had the advantage.” A sob shuddered through your body. “I let everyone down. I let you down.”

“You didn’t let anyone down,” she assured you, “especially not me. We all came together to get you out of this. I’m just glad you’re alive. I-I don’t know what I would have done if I couldn’t save you.”

“I feel cold.” Your voice was brittle and she quickly scooped you into her arms and stood up, terror rushing through her veins. Your body was cold and your breathing uneven and labored, and your eyes slowly began to close.

“No,” she said, letting the tears flow from her eyes as she ran towards the elevators, using the water to raise her own temperature. She had come this far. She couldn’t lose you like this. “Hand in there, (Y/N). I’ll get you help. Please.” Her voice broke as she stopped in front of the elevator, desperately trying to force it open. Nothing would work and she stomped her foot in frustration, turning the water settled on the floor to steam. “I can’t lose you. I love you! Please don’t leave me.”

Slumping to the floor, she cradled you, sobbing as she pressed her forehead to yours. “Please, (Y/N), wake up.”

At that moment, her Bluetooth crackled to life and Jiu’s voice came through, loud and clear. “Yoohyeon, is everything okay on your side?”

Reluctantly, she pulled an arm away from you to touch her ear, unable to stop sobbing. “No, it’s (Y/N). I got here, but I might be too late. The stairs and destroyed and the elevator isn’t working, I can’t do anything-.”

“I’m sending Siyeon to your location now!” Jiu’s voice was stern. “Stay by their side and do everything you can. She’s coming to help you.”

“Help is coming, (Y/N),” she whispered, cradling you once again. “So please. Just hang in there a little longer.”

-

The world was a blur. Yoohyeon couldn’t control her powers, her body wavering and turning to and from water as the skies poured rain like the city had never seen. The ambulance and police lights all blended together and the sounds around her sounded far away and jumbled. The ambulance with you in it sped away and Miniaturist said something, but Yoohyeon couldn’t hear. She could just watch the lights get smaller and smaller as her body phased in and out, becoming one with the rain.

-

The dry white halls of the hospital were suffocating, yet Yoohyeon found herself walking through them with flowers in her hand, just like she had every day since she rescued you. How long had it been? Four days? Five? They all seemed to blend together now, even if Yoohyeon was doing better. She no longer turned into water without realizing it, but the rain hadn’t stopped.

Her feet stalled in front of your door and she glanced around before stepping inside and quietly closing the door behind her. Flowers, cards, and gifts cluttered the room now, and she added the new ones she’d brought to an old bouquet before approaching your bed.

Your color was better now, and you were no longer cold to the touch. Your limbs twitched and even moved, once. But you were still asleep.

“Hey (Y/N). I’m here again today. Are you feeling better?” She wasn’t expecting an answer. Still, she sighed at the silence and sat down in the chair beside your bed, reaching out to gently touch your arm. “You know, this room is full of gifts for you. Flowers, cards, teddy bears, chocolates.... Everyone is worried about you, and thankful that you risked so much to try and protect them. We all want you to wake up.” After a moment of silence, she took a breath and shook her head. “I need you to wake up. I really don’t know what I’ll do without you, (Y/N). I can hardly breathe without you here.”

The room stayed silent aside from the beeping of machines, and after sitting a while, she stood up with another sigh, her heart heavy. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. You were usually so vibrant and strong. It was unsettling to see you like this.

“Well,” she said, “I’ll come and see you again tomorrow.” She lingered for another moment, just in case, before turning and walking towards the door. Just as her hand was about to turn the knob, the sheets on your bed shifted and she froze.

“Yoohyeon?” Your voice was hoarse and almost unfamiliar, but relief surged through her body anyway as she spun around to look. You were still laying down, but your head was turned towards her, and your eyes were open.

“(Y/N)?” She let out a half laugh, half sob as she ran over to your bed. “(Y/N), you’re awake!”

Your eyes were wide and confused as you looked up at her, then around the room, blinking slowly. “W-where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital. You collapsed at the bank and we rushed you here.” She took your hand, holding in her tears as she smiled and brushed your hair away from your face. “I’m so glad you’re awake.”

You opened your mouth as if you were about to say something, but the door opened and nurses ran in, followed by the doctor. “They’re awake, just like we heard! We need to check vital signs.”

They milled in and out and the silent room suddenly became alive with activity. Yoohyeon watched in awe until you squeezed her hand, pulling her attention back to you. “I’m scared,” you whispered, “can you stay with me?”

Squeezing your hand back, she nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”

-

The next day, the halls didn’t seem nearly as suffocating as they had before, and Yoohyeon walked through with a smile, another bunch of flowers in hand. When she opened the door, you were awake to greet her, and once again relief and happiness surged through her as she closed the door behind her.

“Good morning. How are you feeling today?”

“A lot better. Still a bit queasy, but the doctors said I’d feel like that for a while. At least I can move all my limbs again. And I can eat. I was starving, quite literally.”

“That is good.” She walked over to fill the vase next to your bed with the new flowers, her smile never leaving her lips. “I brought you tulips today. Aren’t they pretty?”

“They are,” you agreed. “Thank you for coming. The nurses said you came by every day.”

“I did. I couldn’t just leave you alone here. Especially not when you being sick is my fault.”

You raised your eyebrows, your face falling a bit. “Your fault?”

Now her smile disappeared and she twisted her hands together, sitting in the chair beside your bed. “Yes, my fault. Your team needed backup. Had I checked on you sooner, you might not be in the hospital. Had I just checked the news, I would have known. But instead I was scared that you were ghosting me, or that you had gotten annoyed with me. Because of that, I let you suffer for longer.”

“Yoohyeon, you saved me,” you said, sounding confused. “I don’t blame you for any of this. There was no way you could have known that I was in trouble. And it was my own fault for going in without waiting for backup. I let my pride and determination get ahead of me and I ended up causing a lot of trouble for everyone else. I don’t blame you at all. Instead, I’m really thankful that you came to help me.”

“But I could have done it sooner.”

“Hey, listen to me.” You reached over to touch her arm, just like she’d done with you the day before, and she looked up at you. “The past is the past. All of us made mistakes. But everything turned out okay. I don’t blame you. And even if it was somehow your fault, I think you literally saving my life makes up for it. You were incredible in there.”

Your words made her feel a bit better and she nodded a bit, giving you a weak smile. “Do you remember what happened?”

“Honestly, the memories are a bit fuzzy,” you admitted. “But I remember when you burst in. I was trying to be tough, but I was terrified. Then you burst in and I finally felt some hope that I would get out of there. I remember that you froze Hornet. And I remember feeling really, really cold and not being able to move.”

“That was terrifying. I was just holding you and I couldn’t do anything.”

“It’s really foggy after that, but.... I remember you begging me to wake up and stay with you, and saying... that you, um, loved me.” As you spoke, your cheeks grew red and Yoohyeon felt herself flush, clearing her throat and glancing away. Of all things for you to remember!

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” After a moment of awkward silence, you spoke again, your voice tentative. “Did you mean it?”

“What?” She jerked up, looking back at you. You looked... hopeful, almost.

“Did you mean it when you said that you loved me, or were you just saying it in the heat of the moment?”

Well, she couldn’t lie to you now. Not after everything the two of you had gone through. Almost losing you was the scariest thing that had ever happened to her and when you were laying there in her arms, she’d regretted never telling you her feelings. So she took a deep breath and nodded, giving you a small smile. “I meant it. And I regretted not telling you sooner.”

“Sooner?”

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, (Y/N).”

Your smile widened and you laughed, immediately brightening up as you reached for her hand instead. “Good. Because I’m in love with you too.”

“Really? This isn’t just because I saved you, right?”

“I mean, that’s part of it.” You squeezed her hand. “But I was drawn to you from the moment we met, and I only started to like you more after we got closer and became pen pals and met up all the time. Long story short, I’ve loved you for a long time too, Yoohyeon.”

“Wow.” This was real. She almost felt like fainting from relief and happiness, but she didn’t, grinning and scooting closer to you instead. Her heart felt like it was too big for her chest as it pounded and, for the first time, she felt butterflies in her stomach. You loved her too. You didn’t blame her. You were okay and you loved her too. The emotions were almost overwhelming, and she had to make a joke to keep herself from crying. Had she ever cried this much before? “I can’t believe it took you being taken hostage for us to confess.”

You laughed, once again looking like your usual self. Like the you she loved so much. “At least something good came out of it, I guess. You know, since you saved me, I should do something to pay you back.”

She flushed and quickly shook her head. “You don’t have to do that, I-.”

“No, I insist.” You smiled affectionately. “What about a kiss for my hero?”

She hadn’t been expecting that. Well, it was certainly a good offer. As embarrassed as she felt, Yoohyeon couldn’t stop herself from smiling like a fool as she leaned in closer to you, all the worry and anger she’d felt over the week washing away. Outside, the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds.

“You know, I think I could get behind that.”

[coconutshvings]

ATZ Reaction: You live in a bad part of town/neighborhood {Hyung Line}

∵ Group || Ateez

∵ Genre || Highschool AU

∵ Warnings || Mentions of drugs, swearing, some are shorter than others , typos

This story is not to be offensive to anyone, I didn't grow up in the best neighborhood myself while living in Chicago, this is strictly a story to show that a person who truly loves you wouldn't care where you came from even if it wasn't the best enviroment, also, never let the enviroment you grew up in mold you into a person unless that's what you personally want ~ WR:Le ♡

Hongjoong:

The Grey sky out side hid any signs of light in it as rain poured down heavily causing small but loud thuds to hit all over his vehicle, sketchy figures would pass by ever now and again while others stood infront of the decaying apartment buildings that he parked across from.

This area wasn't one he had been in often, at all actually. However, he made this trip to come and see you well- give you your geography study book for you upcoming quiz that you needed to study. All be it he'd see you and maybe make a small conversation because if it wasn't clear since Junior year, he liked you, a lot.

He'd seen your information including your number written on the book and gave you a call to which you told him to just drop off to you at the address he was sitting at now, waiting. The delicate knock on his window caught him and he looked to see you in your rain resistance hoodie squinting in the droplets. He quickly grabbed your book from his passenger seat rolling down the window and handing it to you with a gentle smile that spoke of his adoration for you.

"I was beginning to think you'd written the wrong address down." He lightly joked speaking loudly over the rain making you smile "Why, because this isn't the neighborhood you pictured me living in?" Hongjoong's eyes were screaming and you could sew his panicking figure,

"I was joking! I know you aren't some uppity entitled person." His body visibly "Good because I'd never be that way towards anyone." You nodded understanding not noticing the rain quieted down and so did your voices.

"I'll see you tomorrow in fifth period?" , He smiled at your question "Of course. Let me know if you need a studying partner."

"Will do."

Seonghwa:

Never in a million years did he think you'd be ashamed to be walked somewhere, you enjoyed his company but he'd never asked to walk you home before even though you quickly said no it was easy to change that answer when you seen the hurt and question on his face. So here you were, quietly walking home hand in hand, Seonghwa was walking on sunshine after you'd changed your answer he didn't notice your longing face before you could Cross the street you abruptly halted pulling at his hand causing him to sling backwards,

"This walk is long I don't want you to endure it." You spoke suspiciously but he hadn't caught it "More time with you." He simply replied before attempting to walk again but once again being stopped by you,

"Then you'll have to walk back alone." ,

"I'll call for a ride once I get in front of your house." The pulse in your neck began to jump as he clearly didn't understand why you kept making excuses, you had to flat out tell him now,

"I don't want you to walk me home," you searched his eyes for any sign of anger but they were just boring into your own, "because it's not safe for.. Y'know, you." This made him scoff in a comedic tone,

"You think because you live somewhere that you personally consider to be dangerous that it's personally not safe for me? Y/n I have friends that live in your neighborhood, I have friends everywhere." You were taken aback "You do?"

"You think all my friend live in golden gated communities with foutains in every yard? No. They come from all walk of life, I'm not scared of a neighborhood, I'm scared of you being too ashamed of where you come from to not let me see it because you shouldn't be, ever."

Looking at the sincerity and determination in his eyes with evident sparkles as well you'd lost for sure, "I'm sorry for trying to deny this walk and sort of categorizing you." Seonghwa deeply sighed, "It's alright, you don't ever have to be ashamed of your upbringing, family, anything with me. I like you regardless." That was such a relief to hear.

Yunho:

He simply followed the directions you'd given him to your house, you stayed on the phone with him as he walked just in case he got into any trouble, "I don't need you to babysit me over the phone." He tried to sound convincing, "Yeah you do. I'm not hanging up and you better not either."

You sternly said. Yunho knew all about this sketchy side of town, the high crime rates, drug hideouts or half way houses, police sirens were heard at least 3 times a day but he didn't care he was coming to his love either way no matter the stakes it'd only prove his feelings more with the lengths he was willing to go,

"I can follow directions well." He heard you chuckle "Good now follow my directions and don't hang up this phone." Yunho loved your take charge attitude especially when it was for his good, "You definitely run this relationship, huh?" ,

"Only when you're too tired or unconscious to." He could feel your grinning smile though he couldn't see it , "I promise I'll make it there safely baby I'm almost there, I think," Yunho spoke teasing you knowing you'd start to stress a bit "Yunho do I-" ,

"That was a joke I'm not lost." He could hear you grumble annoyed, "I'm on this street name-" Yunho's sentence was caught off with an oomf you listened closely to hear if he was okay. Yunho stood up dusting himself off after he hit a hard yet soft object, human object.

He was busy searching for his phone to look at the angry trio of men looking his way ready to skin him alive.

"You have no knowledge about watching where the fuck you're going kid or are you just empty headed all together?" A gruff voice spoke startling Yunho, he finally looked up seeing the three males with menace like features, they all looked as if they could break his entire skull with a single punch without much muscle.

"I apologize, really. I'll be out of your way." He tried to smooth over the situation a rough laugh was heard "You'll be out of everyone's way if I get my hands on you." Another man spoke though Yunho's shakey eyes never left the man in front of him he could see the remaining two men swiftly move there hands to their inside jacket pockets, he'd seen movies like this either they'd pull out a deadly weapon or a lollipop.

"Uhm, it'll never happen again sir- sirs." He corrected stumbling over his own words. "If it does nothing will happen to him anyway." An all too familiar voice added, never had Yunho whirled around so quickly "Y/N?!" A Tone of fear, relief, and excitement was heard his his voice,

"You know this clown?" Yunho's eyes were screaming for you both to make a break for it, "Yes Uncle Roy, this is my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?!"

"Uncle?!"

They both chimed in union but you ignored both grabbing Yunho's hand and pulling him away from your uncle and his goons.

"I don't need protecting," You mocked him "You walked past the block you were supposed to turn on Mr. 'I can follow directions well'" you scolded playfully

"My phone." Was all Yunho could say.

Yeosang:

He loved being on this side of town, the graffiti run down buildings, people on every corner looks ranging from lovely people to those parents would warn to stay away from but Yeosang didn't care.

He was a long way from home but that didn't matter, the pot holes that filled the streets in this part of town the corner stores that lit up almost every street was different from the clean cut grass and untarnished pavements that usually surrounded him, it was all so suffocating and too clean cut for him.

He wanted to explore every enviroment and have friends in all it may be a strange task but he wasn't one for the normal anyway, the unknown excited him even if it was dangerous.

He walked the side walk with weeds growing out of some of the cracks happily looking at the busy streets and in the store windows in business or out, cracked or squeaky clean. "Yeosang?" A voice carried through the air, "Yeosang over here!" His eyes scanned and scanned until he saw you attempting to Cross the busy street,

you looked to him like a pretty yet unprotected rare artifact that he wanted to keep for himself, Heaven knew he carried this deep care and emotion for you that most would describe as a crush.

He waited til you safely crossed in front of him to speak "Didn't think I'd see you over this way." , "I live over here you however are a long way away from home aren't you?" Yeosang Shrugged "I like the scenery."

You looked past him then back to him "What scenery? There aren't any museums or statues around , this part of town isn't the best." You admitted,

"Which is what makes it great, it's not some land of perfection where you can't breath longer than 7 seconds," you raised your brow at him asking him to explain further making him sigh,

"Okay I know it sounds ungrateful, I truly blessed to have grew up in the enviroment that I did but it's also blocking me from the rest of the world, leaving me unprepared and curious, I have opportunities in my neighborhood but still so many restrictions."

You hummed "And what opportunities do you think you'll have out here?" He thought for a moment "You guys have the best hip hop dance classes here, they only teach contemporary and well, everything but hip hop based anything or remotely related to the genre where I live."

You laughed at his almost tantrum like attitude, "So you're looking for a place to take dance classes at out here?" You asked with him sending a nod in response. "You could help me look for one if you're not busy?" He questioned "I could . I was only going to buy some junk food but that can wait, I know this town front and back, "

You could see the cheerful hope in his eyes that begged you to help him find a dance studio where he could be free so you couldn't deny his request, well, you didn't want to. "let's go find you a dance stuido." You finished seeing Yeosang cheer silently

"I'll buy you food after?" He offered "You definitely got me now." You grinned linking your arm with his as you both began to walk together to find him a nice spot to showcase his love for hip hop and dance while exploring the city and maybe the depths of your friendship as well.

[missing-marvel]

The Real Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker/Reader

Tags: fluff, Halloween nonsense

A/N: I know it’s a bit late now but here’s my Halloween fic anyway 

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There was nothing quite like hearing the Ghostbusters theme from halfway down the block. The party was already in full swing. Flash really knew how to put on a show. He may not be your favorite guy at school, but he wasn’t the worst. Besides, he invited both you and Peter to the party, so who were you to say no?

You glanced over at Peter in the passenger seat. He’d tried to offer to drive but you weren’t going to let him anywhere near the wheel. You knew how his driving test had gone. It was a mystery how he’d passed.

He was checking his makeup in the visor mirror. He’d dressed up as a zombie, with your help of course. You had to help him with the makeup. When he’d done it himself he looked less like a zombie and more like a sad clown.

You were going dressed as a vampire, complete with a heavy old-fashioned cloak you’d somehow found at the thrift store and fake blood around the corner of your mouth.

You’d tried to convince Peter to wear his Spider-Man suit but he refused, saying something about how it “wasn’t a toy” and wearing it to the party would be “irresponsible.” You were pretty sure he was just afraid Tony would find out.

Since the party had already started, parking was slim and you had to park multiple houses away. You were grateful for the cloak as it was surprisingly cold outside. Peter saw you shiver slightly and took the opportunity to take your hand in his and move closer to you.

“I don’t remember the last time Halloween was this cold,” he said, his breath just barely visible in the night air.

“Yeah well lucky the party’s indoors, you dork.” You laughed and pushed him away playfully, though still holding onto his hand. You didn’t let go until you’d reached the front door of Flash’s house.

“Look at you two! You’re like the undead duo over here.” Ned was the first person to greet you as walked in, dressed in an extremely detailed Luke Skywalker pilot costume that definitely couldn’t have been cheap.

“Nice costume, Ned! You make that yourself?” You inquired, genuinely impressed by the work he’d put in.

Peter laughed before Ned could answer, “If by ‘make’ you mean ‘show up on my doorstep a week before the party and beg to me to help him make a full Luke Skywalker costume from scratch’ then yeah, he made it.”

Ned looked taken aback, pretending to be offended, “I’ll have you know I did plenty of work on this suit myself.”

“Oh sure,” Peter retorted. “I just did the sewing. So, you know, only 80% of the work.”

“Hey man, you know how I am with needles. Remember how close I was to failing Home Ec?” The two friends’ banter never failed to put a smile on your face.

Just then, you heard the familiar sound of your favorite Halloween song playing over the speakers and you nearly pushed Peter over on your way to the living room.

“Keep up boys!” You shouted over your shoulder as you sprinted past Peter and Ned.

The living room was packed full of costumed classmates dancing like their lives depended on it. You quickly threw yourself into the middle of the crowd, too excited to wait for your boyfriend.

You found yourself falling into rhythm with the crowd, your body moving with the beat without you even having to think about it. At one point, you spun around and smacked right into a familiar undead face.

“Found you!” Peter laughed and you continued dancing, grabbing his hands and pulling him further into the crowd with you. You knew he liked dancing, though he rarely would dance in front of you. He claimed he looked dumb when he danced. You thought he looked cute though, all arms and no rhythm.

“Come on, Pete. Dance with me!” Whenever you called him by his nickname, he was like putty in your hands and both of you knew it. He tried to look annoyed but there was a smile on his face he just couldn’t hide.

The two of you danced for what felt like hours. You watched Peter as he slowly loosened up, letting himself really have fun for once. It was as if when the two of you were together, he could let loose and just be himself. You could’ve stayed like this the rest of the night if a certain figure hadn’t caught your attention.

At the front of the room, someone had climbed on top of a table and started dancing. Peter’s back was to the person, meaning you were facing them. Even under the flashing colored lights, you would recognize that costume anywhere.

Someone had dressed up as Spider-Man.

Granted, it wasn’t a completely accurate costume. It looked a bit rough around the edges, a couple seams visible here and there and whatnot. Overall, though, it was still impressive.

“Oh my god.” You stopped dancing and covered your mouth with a hand to stifle your laughter. Peter noticed you looking over his shoulder and turned around.

“Is that—?” He looked dumbfounded. You couldn’t tell if he was flattered or freaked by the turn of events.

Suddenly, ‘Spider-Man’ picked up a microphone and lifted his mask up over his mouth.

“Is everybody having a good time tonight!?” His voice rang out over the speakers and even over the roar of the crowd, you immediately recognized it.

It was none other than Flash Thompson.

Yeah, he did invite you and Peter to the party, but he also invited literally everyone in your grade. You wouldn’t exactly call him and Peter friends. More like... rivals. You wondered what Peter thought about seeing him in the Spidey-suit.

Peter let out a long exhale through slightly pursed lips, like he couldn’t think of what to say. He had one hand on the back of his neck, the other on his hip.

“Hey, come on.” You grabbed Peter’s hands again, turning him to face you instead of Flash. “He’s got nothing on the real Spider-Man.” You gave Peter a smile and he did the same.

“Oh it’s not that,” he said, pulling you closer again. “Just weird, you know? Never thought I’d see other people dressing up like m— like Spider-Man.”

“Well, he is a hero, after all.” Peter’s cheeks flushed red as you spoke. “People look up to Spider-Man.” You leaned in close, not caring about the crowd around you. Peter hesitated, glancing around at your classmates before you brought his attention back to you and only you by planting your lips firmly on his.

“Ow!” He jumped back and held up a hand to his lip while you just laughed.

“Sorry. Fangs.” You removed the cheap plastic vampire fangs from your mouth and stuffed them in your pocket. They were started to bug you anyway.

“Oh real funny,” Peter tried to sound disapproving, but it didn’t work so well when he was also laughing. He tried pulling you in for another kiss— without the fangs this time— but was interrupted when a plastic cup flew out of nowhere and hit the back of his head.

“Get a room you two!” Michelle stood nearby, Ned at her side. She flipped the two of you off with a smirk on her face. You waved at her and returned the gesture. It was all in good fun, of course. You got along perfectly well with Michelle. In fact, you often enjoyed her... unique sense of humor.

You and Peter made your way over to their side of the dance floor, no longer in the crowded center of the room. Now that the four of you were in one place, you all returned to dancing as he music switched over to another of your favorite songs.

———————

By the end of the night, a handful of partygoers had made their way to the front yard, including you and Peter. Ned and Michelle had wandered off again. It had gotten awfully warm inside, so people had started going outside to enjoy the chilly night air. The party was winding down, and the music wasn’t so loud now.

You and Peter sat on the front steps, your cloak wrapped around the two of you as you rested your head on Peter’s shoulder. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were barely staying awake. You feared Peter might have to drive you home.

You looked up at him, his makeup smudged and wearing off and his hair a tousled mess. You never wanted to stop looking at him.

“Peter,” you whispered and he turned to face you. Before he could even respond, you swiftly closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his, more gently this time. There was no one around, no one to interrupt you. After a moment, Peter’s lips moved in time with yours and you let out a faint hum.

The cold air felt even colder when you pulled apart, missing the warmth of your boyfriend’s touch.

“It’s getting late,” Peter whispered, still only inches away from you.

“Yeah. I guess we should—“ You were cut off by a faint sound getting progressively louder. You turned to look down the street where it was coming from to see flashing red and blue lights. The sound was a police siren, and it was headed your way.

“The cops? There wasn’t anything illegal going on during the party. You think we should run—?” You tenses up, ready to dart out of there until Peter put a hand on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Wait hold on,” he narrowed his eyes, watching intently as the police cars approached at a rapid speed with no sign of slowing. As they got closer, you realized there was another the car in front of them. This one was swerving across the road, clearly ignoring all traffic laws.

By the time the chase had passed by the house, Peter was already on his feet. You knew what he was going to ask before he even said anything.

“Here,” you tossed him the car keys. “Your suit’s in the trunk. Go get ‘em.”

“You sure you’re okay here?” Ever the gentleman. He couldn’t go ‘superheroing’ without checking on you first.

“I’ll be fine. I can hitch a ride home with Ned or Michelle if I don’t think I can drive. Now go!” You smiled and waved him off.

“You’re the best!” With that, Peter darted toward your car up the street as the police sirens faded in the distance.

[okiekp13]

Chapter 7

The stoic mask Yoongi normally wore shattered as soon as he met Hoseok; the siren man able to crack through his tough exterior. It had only been a week on the ship and already Yoongi was adjusting better than you thought he would. Jimin spent most of his time teasing you and being amused by Hoseok teasing Yoongi. The siren had grown attached to Yoongi from the beginning; he was the only person besides yourself who had ever gotten him to smile naturally. Perhaps it was the loud personality of the siren or the alluring tone of his voice; you weren’t sure but you were happy to see Yoongi open up more and smile. Jimin however took every opportunity he could to tease you or pull on your tail when you weren’t paying attention. His childishness was contradictory to your impression you had of him; alongside his humor he was true to his word and taught you a great deal about your people. 

Besides new fighting techniques; you learned how to use your cat ears properly with sensory lessons and honed your sense of smell. Usually Jimin would turn it into a dirty game of some sort; but could you really complain though? He was most certainly a divine looking man and never left you disappointed. Another plus was that you learned how to hone your muscles and were happy with the results when you took down Jungkook one day sparring; he wasn’t too happy about it but he let you have the win.

Jobs ranged from taking passengers across the galaxy; to doing shipments for merchants who couldn’t reach the outer corners of the galaxy themselves. Helping people run from dire situations and on the occasion running from the galactic alliance. The crew had accepted Yoongi pretty quickly despite him being human; Hoseok seemed to declare himself as the caretaker over your friend since Jimin seemed to steal most of your time. Jungkook took to calling you Noona in a teasing matter which usually earned him a knock to the head or something thrown his way.

Yoongi was the maintenance guy for all the computer programs of the ship and rewiring; your new responsibility was to work with Jungkook as the muscle since you could never sit still for long anyways. If you weren’t doing that you were helping Taehyung fix up the ship and weld pieces back together or install new parts he couldn’t do alone. The dog breed lived up to his retriever genes; he was very happy go lucky and excited about anything mechanical, he loved to tell you about his passions even if you had heard it a million times you didn’t have the heart to tell him no. So naturally you two became close friends in no time. Jin should have been a chef; his cooking was so amazing he could literally turn nothing into a five course meal. Yoongi was appreciative of the quality food; when he remembered to eat. Namjoon was an interesting character to you; he was wise...anyone could see that and his way of speaking made it easy for you to slip into the vast abyss that was his wonderful mind. He explained the galaxy in a way you had never heard before making that childhood wonder spark to life again in just one conversation.

One day you were working on your dexterity with your tail; trying to learn how to balance better with it and use it as another weapon like Jimin had taught you. Your tail was not as thick or fluffy as his; but it was strong and could pack a punch when needed. Your ears took some getting used to for sure; the feeling of them constantly moving was irritating at first but now you were used to it.

The room you were using was a makeshift sparring room with weights and mats for working out; a constant need in space or your muscles turned to jelly. You were tumbling on the mats using your tail like a spring to give you more momentum to complete a complicated flip to kick combo. As annoying as Jimin could be; he was a great teacher and you valued the lessons he gave you...the snip bits about the people you grew up ignorant about making you curious.

He explained that since the mating was new that it would take some time to cement a bond and that he wouldn’t rush you. That you were thankful for. It was also explained that in a normal mating; the couple would spend a month together until the bond was cemented but as there were responsibilities both of you couldn’t ignore that part was kind of skipped. Instead it was slow going like normal dating; he kept his hands to himself mostly waiting for you to search him out. Bunking with him had been awkward at first but he behaved; until he fell asleep then he would gather you up to him and snuggle you until eventually you fell asleep as well. His tail would wrap around you and hold you securely; his low purr luring you to sleep most nights.

Thinking about such things made you trip yourself up; laying on the mat panting you stared at the metal ceiling. Thoughts of that first night on the station with Jimin; how he worshipped your body and pulled out such feral instincts from you were both frightening and exciting. The way his eyes darkened as he looked up at you from devouring you made your stomach tighten everytime. The way he learned to work your body to make you roar and pull out the queen inside you. Your cheeks burned as you scrunch your nose at the thoughts running through your head; what were you a hormonal teen again?

“You done playing around we got work to do?” Yoongi yawned from the doorway.

You jumped up to your feet fighting your embarrassment; he only quirked an eyebrow at you before waving for you to follow him. Walking through the halls of the ship you found the rest of the crew in the chow hall. Jimin was explaining the details for a new job; it sounded a bit tricky from what could be heard as you entered.

“This isn’t going to be easy and with how close we are going to be to galactic morons it would be wise to think twice before acting. I don’t want anyone doing anything stupid and getting hurt.” Jimin spoke.

A holographic machine was set on the table showing the layout of a compound station floating in orbit around planet 008. The planet itself was a bit on the hostile side but not as aggressively as 009 and 010. It was a lush planet that had a tribe like civilization on it; they farmed and cultivated their lands for trade with merchants; they were on iffy terms with the galactic alliance. The compound however that orbited the planet was galactic alliance made and there was a request to get rid of it by the leader of the planet. Only made sense; the alliance was breaching the treaty with the planet by having anything in their orbit, it was a guerilla tactic no doubt to force the planet to do what they wanted by potentially blocking the sun to the surface which could damage their crops or worse. Wouldn’t you know it Jimin was the first to respond to such a job.

Plopping down next to Taehyung at the table; you didn’t miss how his little tail wagged at you in greeting, his ears pitched forward listening to Jimin’s every word. Yoongi took the seat on your other side; slouching already as he lazily listened in on the plan.

“Namjoon has already done a mockup of the compound here; (an image appeared on the hologram) Yoongi hacked into their systems and got us the floor plans. Nice job by the way Yoongi. (A bored sigh answered from Yoongi) Jungkook and (Y/n) you know what to do for infiltrating; be smart though I don’t need anything tagging on us or you two getting blown up. Taehyung has made some special toys for you to take with you to help us blow the thing out of orbit. Hobi will be our “negotiator” with the compound posing as a general. Meanwhile Jin and I will be on the lazers to cover.”

Everyone nodded as they agreed on the plan. Breaking up; you followed Jungkook down to Taehyung’s shop to see the new toys Jimin was talking about. An array of bombs waited for you on a table; Taehyung excitedly explaining each one. As his fingers grazed them like a father happily doting on his children. Jungkook’s eyes were glued to the modified guns waiting on another table; his fingers already twitching to hold them.

“These babies were made with you in mind Kook, they are powered by aquarian crystals thanks to Hobi. They will pack a powerful punch and disintegrate anything that gets in your way. Don’t forget your blades too, I coated them in a stain what should cut through just about anything.” Taehyung spoke proudly.

As Taehyung was talking to Jungkook you eyed a set a blades that were just calling your name; they were oil stained making the lights bounce off their smooth surface in tantalizing colors of blues and purples. The handles had a hole drilled through them perfect for you to slip one finger in for better control and power. Your hands twitched already just to hold them. Taehyung appeared out of nowhere right next to you.

“So you like them? I’ve seen you training with Jimin; you never go for guns when you can use blades instead. I thought these would be perfect for you. They are stronger than titanium; no one will stand a chance against these in close combat which I know is your favorite.” Taehyung teased.

“Can I?”

You got a nod from him before gingerly picking up the blades and inspecting them closer; they were beautiful and felt decently light in your hands. Taehyung just chuckled as you were lost in your own world.

“Just do me a favor and don’t use them on the captain if you would.” He teased.

Jungkook was already checking the settings for his guns and shouldering them ready to take them back to his bunk. You thanked Taehyung for your blades before returning to the sparring room to get used to them on some targets. The job was going to take place in two days; practice seemed like a good idea if you were going to have to fight anyone.

Hours passed before you knew it; only the subtle sound of Jimin’s footsteps could be heard before you launched yourself out of the way as he tried to surprise you. His deep chuckle ringing in your ears as he rolled away from you before you could strike out at him.

“Not bad kitten you’re getting faster.”

“Helps that I have a very annoying teacher I suppose.”

“Annoying huh?”

Jimin crowded up you up against the wall before you could think to move away; his arms caging you in against the wall as his darkened eyes pinned you under him. His face millimeters away from yours; soft chuffing noises leaving him as he nuzzled against your neck scenting.

“For an annoying guy I sure do you make you call my name quite often do I not? I’m sure half the universe knows you’re mine by now.” Jimin chuckled darkly.

“Aren’t snow leopards supposed to be quiet? You never shut up.” You growl back.

“So feisty. I can’t roar like you my dear...that's why I make you do it for me.”

A shiver raced down your spine at his insinuation; his grip grew tight on you as he pulled you closer. You knew that look; pure unadulterated lust and possession swimming in his eyes. What little will power you had against him was beginning to crumble...once that possessive look entered his eyes and the way his body seemed to tower over your own you knew you were a goner. As if to prove a point your body betrayed you as soon as his lips met your pulse point on your neck making you keen.

“Ugh get a room!” Jungkook gagged as he entered the room.

Jimin chuckled as he removed himself from you; Jungkook gave you a fake disgusted look as he started picking up weights to start his work out. Excusing yourself from the room you took off as quickly as you could to find Yoongi. Tamping down your racing pulse you found him in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee; the bags under his eyes letting you know he stayed up all night again working himself to death.

“Again?” You sigh.

“Shut it! I do what I need to do. What’s with the face?”

You touched her face still feeling the flush from being found by Jungkook; shaking your head you take a seat across from Yoongi ignoring his question. Pouring yourself a glass of water you pinned him with a glare.

“Tell me what kept you up all night.”

“Mind your business woman it was--”

“Yoongi fucking spill it before I claw your face off!”

“FINE! I was working on some trackers for the mission; I don’t want you going missing on me or if you do get into trouble I can find you. I put software on your watches that will give out small pulses and immobilize anyone who gets too close. I might have beefed up our security and defense on the ship as well with or without Jimin’s knowledge.” Yoongi pouted.

“Awe you big softy.” You teased.

“Stupid cat.”

“Love you too.” You laughed.

Avoiding Jimin the best you could for most of the day you locked yourself in the observation dome at the top of the ship to stare off into the stars. Hard to believe a place as vast, dark and sprinkled with millions of stars could be so deadly as well. One step outside and you would basically be sucked inside out by the zero oxygen and no gravity, thirty seconds tops and you were a floating corpse. Yet the universe had so many mysteries to it, planets of so many varieties were just beyond all you had to do was get there. Could you get there?

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After She Killed Him, It Killed Me

Written by: Diana D It has been twenty-six years since the murder, and I am now forty-two years old. The purpose of this essay is to allow the readers to explore the events and situations that lead up to why I eventually became a criminal. In February 19th, 1990, I assisted in the murder of Johnathon D, Curry. Due to section 21(1) of the Criminal Code, (a) aiding another person to committing a crime, made me liable to be convicted of murder, and in the fall of 91’ at just the age of seventeen, I was found guilty for second-degree manslaughter and was placed into an all females prison facility in Nebraska for 15 years. Whilst in prison, I maintained a psychology degree, which has led me to conclude that the actions and reasoning behind my criminal past are linked to three different theories, Psychological; Social theory, parent modelling and symbolic modelling, Sociological; my peer influences, and Classical theory; my rational thinking. Mother rarely left her room, for she always had a bottle attached to her hand. She was slowly getting weaker every day, and my sister and I could see that. I noticed I liked the feeling of vodka when one of mom’s “friends” offered it to me, before leading me into the next room. I was eight, and it only took me a few sips to feel numb, which later led me to unconsciousness. After seeing my own mother with the same bottle, almost every day, I convinced myself that it couldn’t be that bad, “That’s why mom drinks, she doesn’t feel anything!” I would tell myself. It was very easy for me to get drunk, all I had to do was open the fridge, it’s like I had a full mini bar to myself. At the age of ten I started drinking as if it was water, nearly every day. My teachers started noticing my physical change, “You look weaker” they would say. Parents at the school would notice my mother’s absence and talked; kids started to tease me, calling her a “Whore”, calling me a “Child of Satan”. I started acting out in school, falling asleep in classes and always had the intense feeling of anger burning inside of me. Under the Psychological Theories of Crime, Linden (2016) discusses that a significant component of Social Learning Theory is modelling (pg. 558), because individuals learn behaviours from observing and experiencing events. While Bandura (1986), from Lindens book, also supports that theory suggesting that aggressive behaviour can be learned through family, stating that children with “parents who respond aggressively to problems will tend to use similar tactics” (pg.258). One day a boy came up to me and started teasing me about mother, calling her cruder names. My body clenched, but I felt no tears come out. I quickly remembered back to a time when Mother jumped on this man’s face and scratched it bloody, to finally he then left and never came back. I closed my eyes, and within seconds, I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me off of him. I saw his wounded, bloody, scratched face, smiled and thought to myself, “Now, he will finally leave me alone.” The earliest time I can vividly remember is when I was three years old. Every day I would come home from school and sit in front of the television for hours, and when my body wore out from no food, and exhaustion, I’d finally fall asleep next to my little sister. I didn’t have any friends, and I did not speak often, I liked being with just her and I. Mother never took us out, and we never got the chance to meet people other than Mother and her friends. I listened to Mother because that’s all I knew. I was a quiet child who always did what she was told, I would always smile even when I didn’t want to, Mother taught me that. Whenever I would disobey she would take the television away from us. We both depended on the television as a social outing and a gateway, we were quite attached to the feeling of being taken to another “realm”. Brumbaugh, C, Kothuri, Marci, Siefert, & Pfaff (2013) states that “Personality may modulate how an individual orient to television content as well as how one allocates attention to emotional stimuli.”(pg.6) The only thing I remember ever being played on the television was the news. Watching Bernard Shaw’s face every day at 4pm to 11 pm was the leisure of my days. I was exposed to daily news, such as thefts, murders, and natural disasters. Those were the imageries I fell asleep to, those were the images I saw closest to reality. Although there is no study that supports 100% that viewing violence on Television/Videogames are linked to aggressive behavior, Linden (2016) argues that it’s “possible that exposure to television violence increases one’s tolerance toward violence and decreases one’s sensitivity to acts of violence.” (pg. 259) The images became normal to me, the blurred out faces of dead bodies with the header “WE ARE AT WAR”, the disaster storms that destroyed homes, and mothers and fathers pleading for their young children to come back home. The tragedies of the world did not scare me anymore, I did not feel any strong emotions when looking at these images, I was desensitized, for it only motivated my undeveloped thoughts to push myself till I did feel something. From as early as I could remember, my mother always had a new “friend” come around. Some would stay for what felt like seconds, and some would stay for what felt like months. My sister and I tried our hardest to drown the noises out with the television. As I grew older, strange men stopped bringing me back into my room, my mother somehow forgot about my sister and I even more so, and continued when her “friends”. I was fourteen now, made a new group of friends, drinking every day, and wanted to see the world. Since I never had to fear of punishment for leaving, I would roam the streets at all hours of the day, and I felt powerful, drunk, high and free. Through Machon and Warner’s (2002) Study, they discovered that Widom (1989b) “found that abused or neglected children had higher rates of juvenile arrests” (pg.4) At fourteen, I was arrested for the first time, for public intoxication and breaking and entering. At the time I was fifteen, I could drink a full 26er of Vodka and was spending nearly every second high on meth. I hung out with local delinquents that offered and pressured me to do drugs and drink, and I loved it, I didn’t have to feel a thing. I had left my little sister, and left my mother and moved into one of my girlfriend’s house. The guilt of leaving my sister only made me want to numb myself more. My girlfriend, Sarah was the life of the party, and everyone always wanted to be around her. She was tall, thin, blonde with bright green eyes that could mesmerise anyone. I felt alive when I was around her, and we both built each other up in so many different ways. Sarah knew a lot of people, and always brought me around; I started being part of their group. We would wake up around 4 PM every day, drink, smoke, party and fall back asleep, Repeat. Sarah and her friends made everything look so fun. The way they stole cars, sped down the street and smash mail boxes, the way they seemed to always be happy. They never got caught, and they never appeared to really care. I wanted that. Using the Sociological Theories of Crime, Peer influence; I wanted to be just like them, “These peers provided the personal contacts and criminal opportunities that made ongoing criminality attractive.” (Linden, 2016, pg. 396) One day, after Sarah and I had stolen a couple bottles from the liquor store, both drunk and high, she drove her brother’s car home with me willingly in the passenger seat. We got pulled over a couple blocks down from the store. At the age of fifteen, I was arrested on theft and drug possession charges. At the age of 16, still haven’t matured, frontal cortex still being developed, I still felt as if jumping from couch to couch was fun and exciting. I didn’t see a downfall to life, that is, until I ran out of drugs. It was an extremely cold February day, and we both had realized that we were quickly running out of money for drugs and alcohol. Sarah and I started going through withdrawal, as we desperately broke into our old dealers’ houses’. Baron (2003) argues that self-control is one of the main causes of crime, and with the lack of it, can be linked to a range of behaviors and life outcomes. (pg2) I had always struggled with self-regulation, struggled with being antisocial and with all the drinking and drugs, my brain was deteriorating. We started fighting, physically harming each other and destroying the house till we found just the tiniest bit of meth. After we stuck the needle in our arms and fell asleep, I woke up to Sarah staring at me with bright eyes. Still noticeably high, she pulls my drained body off the couch and led me to the car, to where she hands me a 26er of Vodka. She knew it was my favourite. After a few moments she pulls up to a familiar door I hadn’t seen in a while, it was mothers house. She told me the plan of breaking in and stealing money, and I agreed. Supporting Classical Theories of Crime, Rationale Choice Theory, Hayward (2007) supports that “Rationale choice should recognize the potential impact psychopharmacological agents such as alcohol may play in the decision making” (para 18) I was high on meth, I was drunk off Vodka, and I felt as safe as could be. When we got in, we did not plan for Mothers friend to be there. Time felt like it had sped up, Sarah and the man were fighting, and as I looked to my right just in time to see my little sister’s frightened face, I heard a shot. Sarah had shot him. Now, time felt like it was getting slower, slower, and slower. I could hear the sirens of police cars coming from only a short few miles away. I could hear the scream of my mother, begging me to give her an explanation. I could hear my sister cry out and I could hear Sarah’s voice booming, telling me to “Leave, Run!”. At seventeen, I was found guilty for second-degree manslaughter. In February 19th, 1990, I assisted in the murder of Johnathon Donald Curry, and in the Fall of 91’ at the age of seventeen, I was found guilty for second-degree and sent to prison. Because of what happened to me as a child, the neglect, the abuse and the early exposure to death and crime I explored three theories, Psychological, Sociological and Classical theory. Psychological lead me to social theory and modelling. Sociological led me to view the peer influence theory, and under Classical theories; I reviewed my rational thinking. These experiences and events have all lead me to get the label of a Criminal. References: Baron, S. W. (2003). Self-control, social consequences, and criminal behavior: Street youth and the general theory of crime. Journal of Research in Crime and Delinquency, 40(4), 403-425. doi:10.1177/0022427803256071 Brumbaugh, C. C., Kothuri, R., Marci, C., Siefert, C., & Pfaff, D. D. (2013). Physiological correlates of the big 5: Autonomic responses to video presentations. Applied Psychophysiology and Biofeedback, 38(4), 293-301. doi:10.1007/s10484-013-9234-5 Hayward, K. (2007). Situational crime prevention and its discontents: Rational choice theory versus the ‘Culture of now’. Social Policy & Administration, 41(3), 232-250. doi:10.1111/j.1467-9515.2007.00550.x Linden, R. (2016). Criminology: A Canadian Perspective (8th ed.). Nelson Education Mcmahon, J., & Clay-Warner, J. (2002). Child abuse and future criminality: The role of social service placement, family disorganization, and gender. Journal of Interpersonal Violence,17(9), 1002-1019 Schreck, C. J., & Fisher, B. S. (2004). Specifying the influence of family and peers on violent victimization: Extending routine activities and lifestyles theories. Journal of Interpersonal Violence, 19(9), 1021-1041. doi:10.1177/0886260504268002