#and how i would like to personally put my fist through the eye socket of the character designer(s) | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bluecoolr · 2 years ago

Text

You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Darrell arrives in Ambrose. [Part 4/5]

Links to part 1 2 3 5

Warnings: self-proclaimed executioner with god complex comes to terms with being pseudo-adopted into a murders-for-funsies-but-sometimes-for-love family but there’s drama because his older brother/uncle-figure doesn’t like him all that much, so slasher-typical violence and gore, allusions to murder, jealous! and insecure!Vincent

A/N: OK I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE THE LAST PART BUT IT GOT TOO LONG. New (and old 👀) characters are introduced. As always, bold is ASL. HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Featuring the Sinclairs, RZ Michael Myers, and the ocs of @the-pinstriped-hood (Percy), @probably-a-plant-thing (Skulk), @slaasherslut (Ava). Ellie and Alia are also mentioned <3

Tagging some moots who might wanna see this! @rottent33th @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @cries-in-latino @kalid-raven @angxlslasher @allthingsblood

“You don’t believe me?”

“Vinny,”

Anger made Vincent's fingers stutter as he signed.

"You won't take my word for it? Why? Why, Bo? Do you trust him more than me? I'm your brother."

Bo took Vincent's hands in his, shushing him. "You are my brother. Nothing or no one would change that, but - tsk - listen to yourself. I know havin' people over is a new concept to you, but don't you think you're getting a li'l too carried away?"

He was looking at him like a raving lunatic, with that oh-poor-you frown wrinkling his brow. Vincent's breath hitched. He balled his fists and shook his twin off.

Bo regarded him sternly, like a silly misbehaving child. "Vincent," he warned.

Vincent grabbed the back of his chair and threw it back. It clattered against the tool chest.

"See for yourself, then." His one blue eye bulged in its socket. "Watch for the signs."

Bo watched him storm out of the garage and melt into the shadows beyond the pumps.

Darrell, a murderer? Where on earth did he get that?

Bo shook his head, raised his beer bottle to his lips, stopped. He glanced in the direction Vincent had gone.

Lesley Reinhart was settling into his sixties. Without much difficulty, one must note. If anything, he was in better shape than he ever was.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a muscular body that could put any recent police academy graduate to shame. Before he got out of his car - a sleek Porsche picked out of the city impound - he brushed back his hair and adjusted his tie.

His jaw clenched when he heard a wet squelch after he put one foot out. Mud. On his newly polished dress shoes.

It wasn't like he didn't know there was a growing hurricane, thought Hernandez as he trudged through the mud-strewn forest floor. He never understood how people grew vainer the closer they got to kicking the bucket.

The two men followed the well-trodden path to the shack the local townsfolk said was home to the last person who saw the missing teens.

They came upon the place. A sad brick and wood structure with an askew porch, which was lit by an amber light bulb. A loud humming told Hernandez the place ran on generator power.

Reinhart raised his voice. "Daniel Ray Williams?"

The scraggly boy who was chopping firewood stopped and lowered his ax. He took a cautious step back as the two men approached.

"Tread lightly, Moses, for the ground you walk on is holy ground… or some shit." A man, hidden by the shadow and fog, made his presence known. He sat on a rusty white-painted metal chair on the porch, smoking a hastily rolled cigarette. "Let's back you up, gentlemen," he said, "Off my property."

"Mr. Williams," began Reinhart, "my name is Lesley Rein-"

"Earl."

An impatient smirk tugged at the corner of Reinhart's thin lips. "My name is Lesley Reinhart. I'm a detective with the NOPD. This is my partner Detective Hernandez." He flashed his badge.

"Figured," said Earl, unimpressed.

"We're just here to ask Daniel Williams a couple of questions," Hernandez explained, adopting a more reasonable tone.

"That's my kid brother." Dan had made his calm, collected way up the steps and was now standing next to Earl. "Got a stutter. He don't talk much on account of it. You wanna know anythin', you ask me."

"This is about Brody Morgan and Carter Green," said Reinhart.

"Yeah, I heard about 'em. Got a dozen or so bluecoats sweeping the woods yesterday with dogs and whatnot."

Reinhart persisted. "We were hoping to get a statement out of Daniel, about what happened at the gas station."

Earl folded his arms over his chest. "Well, if you already know he was at the gas station, I'm sure you know what them boys did."

"We were also hoping he'd tell us about the attendant who was working there the day Brody and Carter disappeared."

Earl tipped his head and raised one wild eyebrow. "Why, he a suspect?"

Reinhart grew more impatient. "I'm afraid I can't divulge that."

"Level with me here, hoss."

"We'll be asking the questions here, Mr. Williams."

"Dan a suspect? Am I? Mighty convenient for you to have a bunch o' dirt-poor hillbillies to pin it down on."

"Respectfully, sir," piped up Hernandez, "Everyone who was within the area during the crime's occurrence is, and nothing was stolen-"

Reinhart shut him up with an authoritative wave of the hand. "Mr. Williams, I can charge you with criminal misdemeanor for refusing to cooperate," he barked.

Earl smiled. "I can also legally shoot you for trespassin', and so long as I claim fear of bodily harm the law is on my side."

It was at this point the two realized that the object leaning against Earl's chair was a shotgun and not a cane.

"We ain't got nothin' for ya, gentlemen," he said definitively. "Be a little more willin' if you'd done the same for every person that's disappeared from this mountain these past few decades, not just for city slickers whose daddies got dough."

Reinhart, seething from the insolence, turned away and marched back the way they came.

Hernandez braved Earl's hostile stare and placed his card on the damp porch. "Should you change your mind," he said. "Give me a call."

Earl leaned forward and read the name printed on the expensive cardstock.

Angel Hernandez

When the men had gone, he brought out his cellphone and sent a warning message to Skulk.

They're comin' up to the trailer, boy. Make yourself scarce.

Skulk had a habit of stealing Darrell's hoodies. They smelled like him and were warm, which was great for the weather they currently had going.

He got the message just as the detectives broke through the bushes. They narrowly passed him, sitting in a thicket as he was. Jebediah the little piglet, was sleeping soundly in his lap, remnants of a treat still hanging from his snout.

Skulk watched the detectives inspect Darrell's empty trailer. The older one kicked some of the sweet potatoes the naughty boars had dug from the vegetable patch. Skulk opened his and Darrell's conversation, filled with lewd little nothings they had sent back and forth. He typed:

On a more serious note, darling - there's pigs snooping about the trailer and not the usual kind.

The younger detective brought out a flashlight and peered through the tinted windows.

Had he locked the door?

Carefully shifting to his feet, though still remaining crouched, Skulk unsheathed his knife. Vibrating from the thrill of a possible kill, he waited. The second those cops opened the door, he would break cover. He could take them. One after the other.

The bigger man made him hesitate, but he was going to try. He'd left clothes there - unwashed clothes and tools of the trade. They all tried to be careful, but who's to say for certain the detectives won't find anything?

"Try the door," said one of them.

Jebediah stirred. The underbrush gave as Cristabella, grunting, arrived to take her brother home. Skulk bit his lip and held her mouth shut.

Incensed, Cristabella shook Skulk off. Her attention shifted to the strangers, and began to growl.

"What was that?"

Bellowing, Cristabella charged right at them. She bowled through them, knocking them clean off their feet. She was at them again, ramming her cutter tusks at their torsos. Clothes were shredded, yells rang, but the men were quick to get on their feet and they eventually got away.

Skulk watched, the squealing piglet under his arm, as Cristabella snorted in satisfaction as if to say Come back with a warrant.

—

Ava, Bo, and Darrell liked to hang out at the garage. Winds were picking up, blowing from the coast. Establishments were closed. Folk were told to remain indoors.

Ava and Darrell sat together while Bo tinkered with the engine of a sedan. He'd been trying to make it work for the past week. He couldn't fathom what he was doing wrong. The out of key strumming Darrell was doing on Ava's beat up acoustic wasn't helping.

Fed up, Bo unstuck his head from under the hood and winced at the two.

"Darrell, Darrell," he groaned. "You're never gonna learn to play with those clumsy fingers. Give that dang thing back to Ava."

Ava giggled and took her guitar back. "Don't listen to him," she told Darrell. "You'll get it, but won't you sing with me a while?"

She positioned her willowy fingers on the fretboard. Darrell returned her pick and she began to play.

Once the intro passed, Darrell followed through. The way the two friends' voices melded together was ethereal. Bo stopped in his tracks.

You go down just like Holy Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

"Your beauty never ever scared me" Surprised, Ava looked up. She'd never heard Bo sing before. His voice was clear and cool, but higher in pitch than his speaking voice.

All three of them sang the last lines together, voices blending into a lovely harmony.

"Didn't know you had that in you," Ava teased.

Bo smirked and turned away. "Stick to singing, Darr. Leave the music to Ava."

To thwart the attention from himself, Bo turned up the radio. They listened attentively to another weather update, which was followed by a local news report.

Meanwhile, at Devil's Peak, the search for missing college students, Brody Morgan and Carter Green, continues. Police authorities race against the oncoming hurricane to uncover as much information about the boys' current whereabouts.

Brody Morgan is the son of media mogul, Arthur Morgan. Detective Lesley Reinhart assures the public that the New Orleans Police Department is doing everything in its power to find the boys.

Bo's ears burned. Three paces away, Darrell continued to sing softly to Ava's guitar, but he could see it: a tremble of the lip, a glassy faraway look in the eye. Guilt. Worry.

Darrell appeared to have not heard, but Bo knew he was listening closely.

That night, Bo roused Vincent out of bed, like a spectre at his bedside. They came to a shaky agreement behind the house.

"If we do it now, it'll be the end of it."

"Wait. I'm not too sure. Let me talk to him."

Vincent scoffed - a harsh nasal puff. "You think he'll admit to it? Idiot."

Bo grabbed him by the shirt. "You don't move til I say you can."

—

All was quiet and gray the next day. Percy sat at the dining table, her fingers clacked busily on the keyboard as she wove a new chapter. She peered over her glasses at the amassing clouds from the window. "This must be what they mean by 'the calm before the storm'," she remarked.

Darrell was sitting in the chair next to her, poring over one of the books she had written. "You made Halloran look like Bo," he noted with an amused smile.

"I did." She watched him fondly. She reached over and pushed a stray strand of hair from his face. "You know what, maybe I should give Halloran a sidekick."

Darrell looked up, brown eyes gleaming.

"I think I have an idea on what he might look like."

Darrell put down the book and rested his chin on her shoulder. He squinted at the walls of text on her document. "That's a whole lotta words, Momma," he sighed.

Percy smiled, feeling rather proud of herself. "No big feat, to me. What do you think so far?"

Darrell gave it a good, careful read. He sighed softy, blown away. "Shucks, I dunno how you do it."

There was an urgent hammering at the window. Michael stood outside. He held a grubby baseball in his hand.

"Be right back, Momma," said Darrell.

"Hey, Mikey," he said at the door. "Don't think it's good weather to play catch in. Alia won't approve."

Michael stared up at him, lips sealed. He tilted his head and raised the ball again. His posture hinting that he wasn't asking.

"Ok."

Darrell took the ball and the glove he had brought. In their game, Darrell was the only one who did the throwing and catching. Michael would hit the ball as hard as he could with a bat, and watch as Darrell struggled to catch it. Peak entertainment.

"Further?" Darrell called from down the street, the House of Wax behind him.

Michael kept pointing at him to go further. He was going to knock the ball right out of town. Darrell reeled back and pitched. The bat hit the ball with a deafening thwack!

It rode the air like a comet. Arching high, Darrell knew chasing after it was futile. Then, it dipped, whistling, and crashed through one of the lower windows of the House of Wax.

The glove slipped off of Darrell's hand. Michael turned on his heels and let the bat clatter on the street. In case they incurred Vincent's wrath, he was detaching himself from the incident.

Darrell picked his way through the wasteland of discarded car parts, cut through a crack in a wooden fence, and entered the House of Wax.

The door swung right open and he crossed the slightly dusty threshold. He was greeted by a main room glowing with yellow lamps, filled with intricate carvings that he knew for a fact were all wax. In an odd trick of the eye, the bulbs seemed to fill the room with shadow more than light. The result was dismal and bleak.

Darrell's thoughts strayed unhappily as he eyed the sculptures. It was as though the misery stored in that room was seeping into his bones. Distracted, he went from one display to another, admiring the detail of each handiwork.

Vincent was so talented. He and Ellie went together perfectly. If only he could understand what he had done that made him so angry.

There was a rapid clicking on the floor. He recognized it at once as the padding of an animal. Jonesy, tail wagging and mouth bearing the rogue ball, watched him from a safe distance.

Darrell dropped to a crouch. "Hey, girl! Good job! Give it here."

Jonesy tucked tail and ran.

"Hey, no! Come back!" Darrell gave chase and stumbled from one room to another. Jonesy girl, no! I'm not supposed to be in here."

He came upon the back of the building, past an elaborately decorated dining room, and into a doorway that led to the basement.

There were sconces in the walls, housing steadily burning candles. Embedded among these were different faces, each with a unique expression. Darrell followed the faces upwards and looked overhead. Spanning the ceiling, her eight spindly legs astride the stairway, was Arachne - Horrid, freakish, and beautiful all at once. Face smooth with youth. Bosom full and immodestly bare. Eyes hungry. Head held high with pride.

"What is this place?" muttered Darrell.

Bark! Jonesy had dropped the ball at the bottom of the stairs.

Darrell crept down the steps. As he was reaching for the ball, Jonesy's jaws snapped at his wrist and she made off with the ball again. He walked into the room. It felt like a furnace. Great, big cauldrons of wax hung on chains over large fires. Knives, saws, and sculpting tools hung on the walls. A bloodstained steel table stood in the middle of the room.

But worst of all, there was a figure - human-shaped - suspended in a macabre iron contraption.

Darrell was pulled to it by some sick fascination. He thought he could see the glimmer of an eye under the rough wax, blue and bright. He stood inspecting the thing, heart hammering.

Its fingers twitched, and Darrell screamed.

He spun around and found himself face to face with Vincent. There was a knife in his hand.

Darrell interposed the table between them and made a run for the stairs after circling it twice. Vincent tried to grab him by the hair but missed.

Darell ran right into Michael in the dining room. The taller man stepped in and locked Vincent's wrist in a crushing grip.

Crack!

Vincent had landed a punch on Michael's jaw. Michael recovered almost immediately and was able to grab the blade of the knife just as it was about to pierce his side. Blood dribbled onto the floor.

He changed his hold on the blade, used his free hand to hold Vincent's arm, and knocked the weapon out of his grasp.

When he looked back, Darrell was gone. He was sprinting down Main Street, sweating, panting, heart hammering. He understood it now - why the town had felt so empty, why the girls had tried to keep him entertained indoors at all times, why the sculptures looked so real.

Lester found him sitting on the curb sometime after dinner. "Y'alright there, buddy?" he inquired cheerfully.

Darrell did not respond.

Lester sat down beside him. "I, uh, heard what happened."

"S'Mikey ok?"

"Yep. Didn't feel a thing, Alia said. He's been patched up." Lester took a crumpled pack from his pocket and lit a cigarette.

"Ya in on it, Les?"

Lester did not respond.

"Y'know," Lester began, "What we do out here, we been doin' it a long time. An' ya know, you can get used ta anythin' if you're 'round it long enough. It ain't easy to put it down."

He blew the smoke out and brought Darrell's attention to the cigarette. The red glowing tip flickered as he waved it around.

"It's like quitttin', ya know?" he explained, "Ya can't just do it."

Darrell was nodding. He knew how that felt.

"Besides, this is my family," Lester added, "I love them. More than anythin'."

Darrell had begun to think of them as his family, too. It had felt too good to be true.

"Here's one for ya. Those missing kids, d'you do that?"

Darrell glanced sideways at Lester. There was no judgment in his eyes, no hate like in Vinny's. His expression was open, sincere.

"D'you kill 'em?"

Darrell resigned himself and said, "Killed more than just them."

"Are you gonna stay with us?"

"Can I?"

"Sure!"

There was thunder overhead. They raised their eyes to the sky. Lester grinned. "Anyway, with that comin', you ain't goin' nowhere."

50 notes · View notes

kat-holden · 1 year ago

Text

Conversation with myself

I entered the room. Two chairs and a desk. Behind the desk, where I assumed would be a wall, if this space even had walls, was a curious wardrobe. I squinted and felt disgust rising up. Rows upon rows of my past selves. As if she skinned me and put them up for display. A grotesque formation of skin, clothes, and hair hung on each hanger.

The darkness deepened and curled at the ends as it left the light. She sat behind her desk, radiating her cruel beauty.. Not looking up from her glossy nails, she motioned with a hand towards the metal folding chair on the opposite side.

I timidly sat down, feeling the biting cold. Hands on my thighs, not knowing where to put them. I clear my throat.

“We need to talk.” I told her, looking down at my feet. I could not face her. Not yet.

“We are not friends, you and I.” She pursed her lips and gently blew on the nail she was filing. None of us could look the other in the eyes. Contempt on her end, fear on mine.

“We are not even acquaintances. Just contemptuous roommates that occupy the same space.” Why do I sound so apologetic?

“What is it that you want?” finally looking up, eyes borrowing into me.

“I think you need to stop. You always go too far.” My voice betrays my fear.

“Your clothes are getting bigger. Not eating looks good on you.” The sides of her mouth curl up with cruelty.

“Stop it.” My voice sounded more pleading than I wish it did.

“You very well know I will not. My only purpose is this.”

“Then...dial it down. Life is no longer even sepia colored, you made it black and white. It is too much.”

“You will survive. You have been through worse. We both know that.”

“Why can’t you be good to me?” I sounded like a little girl. I hated myself for that.

She looked at me, tapping a finger on a manila folder on her desk.

“You know what’s in there. You lived through it. Do I need to spell it out for you?”

“But... most of these things were not my fault. Why do I need to suffer for other people’s mistakes?”

“That’s how life is. I don’t make the rules.”

“Liar! You do make the rules. You are in command and I am your puppet. You torture me every day relentlessly.”

That cruel smile again. “Because I am the only one that knows you best.”

Sullenly I tell her, “I have had good days, you know. When you are not there.”

“I am always there. Who allows you to have good days, you think? It was me. I am the only one you will ever have.”

“You are the only one that will not leave no matter what I do.”

“And you love me. Without me, you will be nothing.”

“I don’t want this! I want me, you to be normal. I don’t want a personal tormentor.”

“Too bad. This is all you get. All you deserve.”

“What if I just tell people? Tell them all about the sorrow you cause me daily.”

“We both know you will not do that. Remember what we agreed upon when we met all those years ago?”

“Yes, to stay quiet and you will let me live long enough to maybe even enjoy it a bit.” I said in a defeated voice.

“You will never be brave enough to tell a living soul. You are too scared to burden other people with your problems. You are so afraid of them judging you or even worse - worrying about you that you will languish and slowly wither here with me.” her demonic smile widened.

I kept my head down and said nothing.

“Silent at the face of confrontation, as always. If you weren’t so pitiful, I might even admire my work. How crushed you are underneath my heel.” her dreadful smile grew unnaturally wide, showing rows upon rows of sharp teeth.

I was not going to back down. Not again. I balled my hands into fists, nails digging in my palms.

“I will end it then! And you will die with me. Even Death sounds better than you!”

“End it? You?” her beautiful face twisted and distorted into an amalgamation of terrifying images. The demons she sends me at night - desperation and loneliness with their horribly stretched faces, mouths gaping wider than humanly possible, gums devout of teeth and their eye sockets empty and vast as eternity.

Thousands of voices echoed in my mind at the same time.

“You cannot even take your own life, girl.” She threw the folder at me and it fell on the floor, pictures falling out. I couldn’t look at them and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Remember when you couldn’t even pick a high enough place to jump from? Or when you couldn’t even bleed to death in your own bathroom?” her face continued to twitch and as if her skin began to boil from underneath. Flesh bubbles rising and bursting open time and time again.

“End it?! she continued to scream in my head “Why do you think you have the power to do that? I control you. I call the shots of what happens to your useless body and disintegrating mind.” the voices were now speaking in unison. I instinctively put my hands over my ears, but it was no use.

She raised her perfectly manicured hand, and I heard the ghostly sound of the invisible chain that connected us pull on my wrist.

Suddenly I was plunged into darkness so deep that if I held my hand up, I would not be able to see it. The chair was gone, and it took me a while to realize I was floating, slowly bobbing up and down as if in water. My lungs burned. Why was I holding my breath?

Fear crawled down my spine as it dawned on me. The need to take a deep breath became the only thing I was thinking about. My chest tightened and panic settled in quickly. I flayed my hands and feet, but they might as well have been cemented. An invisible hand curled around my ankle and pulled me further down. I could hear her terrible voice, a sickly purr in my ear.

“You forget I am in your head. You have no private thoughts. This is a small preview of what you have been fantasizing about. How do you like it so far? Oh, sorry, forgot you can’t speak.”

The depths illuminated, and I saw her enormous face at the bottom. Her gorgeous eyes were now milky white, no pupils or eyelids. Her perfect lips were fish like and opened wide with several rows of jagged teeth going down.

I kicked at her hand, but I was in slow motion and she kept dragging me closer to her monstrous mouth.

“If you ever try to kill yourself again, I will make sure to wait long enough before I save you so that you turn into a vegetable. Then I will be the only one left to talk to. Until someone stops your assisted breathing out of mercy.”

My lungs longed for respite, and against everything my body told me, I took a breath.

A pained gasp escaped my throat. Cold sweat covered me and the bed. Breathe.

Bleak morning light streamed from my windows. I balled the sheet in a fist and tried to steady myself. It was just a dream.

A sweeping look of my small bedroom reminded me that I was safe. Relax.

I swung my feet off the bed, the cold floor giving me courage. You are safe.

The light in the bathroom flickered and turned on. The tiny mirror needed cleaning, but I could see her cruel eyes looking back at me. I will always be here, darling. Watching you closely. And when you close your eyes, you will be back with me again.

Bile and anger rose in my throat. Without thinking, my fist landed in the middle of the mirror, shattering it. Blood and glass fell to the floor. Don’t be mad, my dear. You know how much I love you.

A ghostly finger ran down my cheek. Followed by a tear.

0 notes

websterss · 2 years ago

Text

MEMORIES REMAIN — TOM!PETER PARKER

SUMMARY: Based off of the trailer where Peter says, “So MJ’s gonna forget about everything we’ve ever been through?”

WARNING(S): ANGST, fluff, mentions of being assaulted, the word rape used once, umm mentions of anxiety. GOOD LUCK MY PEEPS!

WORD COUNT: 9,248

PAIRING: Tom!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! ♡ Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

You had just gotten off work. The time read close to midnight. To make things worse, you were the one who had to close up. You were also the idiot who forgot to check the forecast and had no umbrella.

You pocketed your keys and looked up at the night sky. Droplets from the sky came to rain down on your face. You blinked away the droplets wrapping yourself with your jacket to try and create any sort of warmth. There wasn’t much luck though. You sighed and started making your way down the sidewalk. You usually had your nana pick you up, but being the sweetest person ever much to your nanas amusement. You opted to make the walk home.

The idea was to try. You knew how shady New York at night could get. Everyone mostly did, that’s why they walked in pairs. Not alone like you were stupid enough to do.

You felt your heart pick up at the sound of footsteps behind you. You really hadn’t made it very far from the shop, but even then you weren’t close to your apartment complex. As the footsteps sped up, so did yours. You had keyed your keys in your fist. Hoping that would be good enough of a weapon to defend yourself with. Your breathing became labored. Your chest rose and fell.

You yelped feeling a hand yank you back harshly. You cried out for help as you were being dragged into a dark alley. The grip on your forearm swung you around so hard you groaned as your back hit the brick wall behind you. You gasped as pain shot up your whole entire back. The back of your head was throbbing. You closed your eyes as your captor got up into your personal space. You turned your head away as he took a long deep inhale of your scent.

“My my you smell sweet.” You squirmed under his touch. He pressed his nose closer to your neck. “That vanilla? Huh? A sweet girl like you shouldn’t be all alone. Glad I found you when I did huh.” He chuckled as tears fell down your cheek. “Why don’t we head over back to mine.” His hands started to wander.

“No, no, no.” You tried pushing him away, but the tall man overpowered you.

“Come on, let me warm you up…” Just as he was gonna touch you. You shook your head. Cries of protest leaving your lips.

“She said no!” Another voice had joined you.

The man’s arm was yanked back. The man’s whole body was flung backwards into the wall across you. You flinched once you saw him collide with the wall. Knocking him totally unconscious. You started hyperventilating. Your breathing was labored. Was this a panic attack?

You didn’t know…

You were about to step forward when a figure landed in front of you. His back turned to you.

Holy shit! Freaking Spider-Man was standing in front of you. Spider-Man just saved you. He tilted his head staring at the man coming to.

“What the hell-” The man’s words were muffled by a web being placed over his mouth.

Spider-Man put a hand up to his covered ear. “I’m sorry- what, what was that?”

He chuckled at his own joke as he covered the dude up in more webs. The only thing visible was the man’s eyes. His eyes were practically popping out of his sockets. “Cat got your tongue?” Spider-Man cooed at the guy crouching in front of him. “Don’t worry the webs will dissolve in time for you to give your statement to the cops.”

Spider-Man shook his head. Another day, and further disappointment in men like him roaming free around New York.

He played it cool, wiping his gloves together for a job well done. He was about to do a victory dance when he turned his back to the man but stumbled over his feet. He met your shocked eyes. You were still pressed against the adjacent wall. Only this time you curled into yourself. One hand holding onto your right forearm. Your lips trembled under his gaze.

Peter’s heart thudded against his chest seeing your innocent state. You were just a teenager. Like him…He tilted his head stepping forward with his hands out in front of him. You took this as him silently saying he meant you no harm. You couldn’t have felt more safe standing before him, to be honest. One of the street lights shining down on the two of you illuminated a bit of your face. He was finally able to see you. Your eyes shined, like two diamonds. Two comets? Two stars. No, maybe they shined like two…

“You’re Spider-Man.” You breathed out. Stunned as he stood not more than three feet from you. “And you saved me…”

“It was nothing.” He shrugged. He was thankful for his mask because talking to pretty girls wasn’t exactly his forte. To make him even more nervous, he immediately knew who you were. You were Y/n Y/l/n. You sat behind him in English. You always forgot to bring a pen and each time Peter would turn around and offer you his only one. The teacher would then give him one. Helping out the poor boy during his heroic act. It had become a common thing for you two that he had May buy him a whole pack just to be able to give you one.

“N-Not to me. Thank you.” You were so sincere about it. Not a lot of people thanked him, so this warmed his heart. There was so much adrenaline rushing through you, all the energy flowing through you overcame how cold you were feeling. “H-Holy shit. You- You have no idea how big of a fan I am. M-My nana and I love you.” You exclaimed. God, you were fangirling. “T-Thank you, for saving me, for saving everyone. I-I think people are too harsh on their opinions of you.”

“I um…” What did he say to that? “That’s very kind of you miss…”

“Oh um, Y/n. I-I’m Y/n.” You shivered as more rain picked up. Your hair was drenched in water. Your hair and clothes were stuck to your skin.

“Spider-Man.” He offered his hand and you stared at it for a second, before shaking it.

“Is um…is he gonna-” You gestured to the webbed man before you two. Peter spared him a glance then turned back to you.

“Don’t worry. He’s not going anywhere.” You nodded, taking his word. You looked up at the night sky, blinking away the rain that fell against your eyelids. Peter noticed how cold you were. “W-Why don’t we get you home yeah?”

“Yeah.” You agreed and walked out the alley with him.

“You don’t mind me swinging you home right?”

“Is it scary?” You grew uneasy.

“No, unless you fall…” He shrugged but panicked seeing your eyes widen. “N-Not that’d I’d let you fall.” He chuckled nervously. He mentally slapped his forehead. Shut up, Peter!

“Just hold on tight to me okay.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your legs around his waist as he bent down. Before he shot a web out he turned to you. You looked at his white eyes that were narrowing at you. “W-Where do you live?”

You didn’t think being friends of Spider-Man had almost resulted in you, Ned, and MJ practically falling to your deaths. Your death was closer to happening than theirs had been. They were saved while your bones were three inches away from shattering. Peter had barely caught you in time. In the midst of panicking you had asked him how much space was between you and the ground. He had told you three inches. 3 had come to be your lucky number. However, you considered it the number that determined how close you were to die. You remember the first time. You had been three minutes late to work, and sooner or any later you could have been the target of a bullet. There had been a robber at work who had shot a co-worker you knew. Had you been there when it happened you would have been at the cashier staring down a gun the second time it happened. You were three minutes too early to meet up with Peter. You were standing on the sidewalk outside Mr. Delmar’s store. Not even a few minutes later a block away from where you waited for him, there was a pile-up caused by some bad guys that Peter didn’t go into much detail about. You were quiet for the rest of the day you spent with him. A car had collided with the building you quickly stopped in front of to tie your shoes, then jogged the rest of the way to the store. You always considered it a coincidence, but that had been the second time already.

Third times the charms, right?

After having cured the villains, Peter was left feeling like Spider-Man was a burden to the lives of everyone he loved. He lost May in the process because of Spider-Man, and now there was about to be a multiverse outbreak.

Nothing good comes from people knowing I’m Spider-Man. He told you.

During some serious conversation, he argued that if he could, he’d take it back. If he could go back to when you all didn’t know he was Spider-Man he would take the chance. You, Ned and MJ, clearly thought he was joking and he’d get over it because, in the end, you had each other’s backs. His burdens were yours too. You didn’t allow him to hurt alone.

So it was really confusing what he just told you.

“Y-You’re gonna forget who I am.”

“What?” You exclaimed, turning to him. Peter flinched seeing you upset.

“What?” Ned shook his head.

“Peter what, what are you talking about?” MJ muttered.

He stared at you three for a second. Taking in his three best friends. “It’s okay.” He nodded. “I’m gonna come and find you, and I’ll explain everything. I’ll make you remember me.” He looked at MJ. “I’ll make sure you remember. It’ll be like none of this ever happened, okay?” He looked to Ned, then to you.

“Okay, but what if that doesn’t work?” MJ started panicking. "W-W-What if that doesn’t work? W-What if we can’t remember you? I don’t want to do that. I-I don’t want to do that-”

“-I know MJ, I know-” Peter tried calming her down.

“It’s not something we can do. W-We can’t come up with a plan or something.” She looked at you and Ned. “There’s always something we can do.”

Peter shook his head no. “There’s nothing we can do…” He breathed out. “It’ll be okay.” MJ teared up. She usually didn’t let her emotions show, but this got to her.

“Promise?” Ned looked up at him.

Peter looked at him with glistened eyes. “I-I promise.” He pulled him in to do their handshake. You let tears fall down your eyes as you held your right arm with your left. Your back was turned to them. Peter caught sight of you and called out your name.

“Y/n.” He stepped closer to you.

“P-Please tell me you’re not actually considering this…” You gaped at him. “I know with May…dying. T-That wasn’t your fault— Peter you’re grieving, we all are. Please just think this through.” You shrunk in on yourself.

“There’s nothing else we can do, Y/n.” He clenched his jaw. He sighed looking at your eyes. “It’s okay…”

“So if he does this- what? Peter, you clearly didn’t think this through.“ Your heart sank. Your heart started picking up and you felt the need to rub your sweaty hands down your jeans. “We’re not gonna remember who Peter Parker is? But then that means…if you do this— then we’ll forget you’re Spider-Man too. I’ll end up forgetting MJ and Ned too because of that…” Your voice was mouse-like. Your eyes widened at the thought. “I-I don’t wanna forget you guys!” You shook your head.

Peter felt his heart sink. “No, Y/n you guys will all still stay friends. You’ll still have MJ and Ned, you just won’t remember anything about me.”

“Peter…” You looked at him solemnly. “I-I won’t… I won’t remember them.” Your tight-lipped smile made him come to his senses a bit more. “If I end up forgetting you. Then I won’t remember meeting them. You were the one who introduced us, remember?” His furrowed eyebrows loosened slowly as a frown made its way onto his face. You smiled a little, tucking your upper lip into your mouth. You nodded as the realization finally dawned on him. “Yeah…” You sighed heavily. You closed your eyes as a tear slipped down.

“Wait…no.” Peter started shaking his head no. “No no, wait that’s not-“ He was starting to panic. You held him still trying to gain his attention back. “No, that’s not how it’s supposed to go. You’re still supposed to remember them.” You smiled sadly at them. You shook your head, trying to ease his mind.

“I-I was never friends with Michelle Jones or Ned Leeds in high school until Peter Parker came into my life.” The sad reality pained him. “Finding out you were Spider-Man made that possible. It’s what made me part of your group. Yet I think you only kept me around to make sure I didn’t say anything.” You laughed nervously.

“No Y/n that’s not-“ You stopped him with your hand out.

“-I only knew who you were, just didn’t know anything about you really.” You laughed half-heartedly. Yet it sounded more broken than a laugh. Peter wasn’t laughing though. “Did you know you guys were my first real friends?” Your eyes glistened more. You didn’t feel like bringing up your past, but therapists typically say to talk about your feelings right? If you were gonna end up alone again, then talking about it at least once was good enough, right?

“First, no that can’t be tru-“ Peter scoffed. You never told him this. “I’m sure you’ve had lots of friends before us.”

“You were.” You swallow back some tears. “I used to…I used to sit alone every day at lunch.” You shrugged. “I was never really good at making friends since I can remember. I have a lot of social anxiety so I have to summon up double the courage to talk to someone or go up to someone.” You fidgeted with your bracelet on your wrist, you didn’t have your anxiety toy with you, but Peter noticed and offered up his right hand so you could trace the lines on his glove. That always calmed you down. “I-I couldn’t do it because I didn’t want people to think that I was weirder. I was already branded as the quiet girl who had no friends…why give everyone another reason to make up assumptions about me.”

“I didn’t know…” Peter didn’t really know what to say at all.

“Cause I never told you until now.” You smirked slightly. You couldn’t hold your walls up for much longer. It was crumbling down. “I’m going to be that person I tried so hard to push down again. I’m gonna be alone.” You laughed, but your shoulders shook, you were breaking down. “I-I know you’re just trying to look out for the rest of us. Being friends of Spider-Man comes with risks…I knew that.” You looked at him nodding. “I knew that…yet I was still willing to deal with this side of your life, ‘cause you’re my best friend Peter.” You took a deep breath. “And I love you.” You looked down at your hands. Rubbing the back of your right hand against the palm of your left one. Peter learned to realize this was when your anxiety would start to build up. “Can you umm…” You smiled up at him, your eyes getting misty. “Can I um- finally put in a favor for once.” You smiled up at him bashfully.

“You know I’d do anything for you.” Peter nodded. At times, he was the one always asking for favors, and it was always either you or Ned, even MJ at times, covering for him. Most people would say you did so much for him only to receive so little back, but you would brush those thoughts away because— well because you loved him. Sometimes the dynamic of only being friends crushed you since he ended up with MJ, and he didn’t like you back. So if you weren’t gonna remember him or the way you felt about him you were gonna ask him to do you this one solid.

“I-I know, but since everything will go back to the way things were. I just thought now is as good of a time as any to ask something of you.”

“What is it?”

You sniffled as you tried holding yourself together. “Can you um…can you help make sure I have at least one friend.” You smiled at him. Yet Peter tilted his head at your request. His puppy dog eyes shined, and his heart thudded loudly against his eardrums. Just hearing you even say such a thing pained him. “I don’t care if you even do it in secret. I would just like one friend. It wouldn’t matter to me who it was, if it was Ned and MJ, then all the better. I’d just like to have someone to call a friend. Someone to talk to and hang out with.” You shrugged. You closed your eyes. God, you felt pathetic asking for such a thing. You felt arms enclose around you, your head falling into their chest. Peter held you close.

“I-I promise.” He nodded. “I promise.” You cried gently in his arms. Nodding okay to let him know you heard him. “You won’t be alone, Y/n.”

You let him go. "I have to go, okay?” He held your shoulder gripping it tightly.

“Peter.” Doctor Strange called out to him from above. You both pulled away. Smiling at each other. He had turned his head to MJ. You watched the aching moment between them. He let you go by the arm and went to her. The two shared a sweet moment and a rough kiss as their last goodbye. Then he and Ned hugged it out one more time. Your leg kept tapping on the ground. What the hell were you about to do? Peter pulled away from her, perching himself on the edge, getting ready to swing off.

Don’t do it, Y/n. Don’t be that asshole.

You kept repeating to yourself. Oh god!

You closed your eyes and blurted out the one thing you’ve been wanting to say to Peter for so long.

“I’ve been in love with you for two years and I didn’t say anything about it because I was too scared of getting rejected by you…” You trailed off as MJ turned her head to look at you. Ned gasped at you. “I-I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes regretting the words that slipped out of your mouth. "I’m so sorry, MJ.” You looked at her with guilt-ridden eyes. She had no words to say, which was unlike her.

“W-What?” Peter stared at you in shock trying to process what you just said.

“I knew it!” Ned exclaimed pointing at you. “I fucking knew it!”

Your anxiety began rising. You were not that great at confronting things, and you were not about to start now.

“Wait a second!” Peter jumped down from the wall. He looked up at Doctor Strange. He started walking forward, but you were not about to let him stop him. The last time he intervened he caused a multiverse outbreak.

I think the fuck not.

You threw yourself forward to the ground and hugged his leg from behind. You knew he was stronger but you held on for dear life.

“Y/n let me go!” He struggled a bit in your hold, yet at the same time, he was trying not to hurt you.

“NO!” You shouted over the noise.

“Y/n let me go, please!” Peter pleaded. You pressed your head against the back of his calve. You shook your head no. He stopped squirming then shoved you back with his foot. The force made you fall on your back. Your head collided with the cement first causing you to groan and gasp. Peter stopped and stared at you. A guilty expression fell on his face. You groaned holding your head. You pulled back your hand and stared hazily at the red splotch dotting your palm and fingertips. You were bleeding. You slowly looked up and stared up at him in disbelief.

Doctor Strange was just about done casting the spell when Peter was just about to reach forward, but you stopped him.

“Peter!” He stopped and turned back to you. His face was scrunched in pain. He looked at you upset. He was hurt by your sudden confession. You smiled, wanting his last memory of you to be a happy one. “Do me that favor for me, okay?” You nodded reassuring him. Nodding as if to say you forgave him. “I-I know you’ll do the right thing.”

“Y/n, I can’t believe you!“ Peter stepped closer to you then felt the air shift all around him. He grunted in annoyance. Then looked back to MJ, then to Ned. He spared you one last look before he turned around and shot a web out. He left. You looked at MJ, Ned, and Doctor Strange standing. MJ’s eyes were the last thing you saw, but her voice was the last thing you heard.

“He had to find out sooner or later.” She smiled at you sadly, nodding at you to reassure you that she wasn’t mad.

Then it went dark.

Everything felt different after the fight. James Jonah Jameson was still his usual self. Hating on the red spandex masked hero. Calling him a coward for not revealing his identity.

You woke up quite early for someone who did not do mornings. You had gotten a whiff of your nana’s famous blueberry pancakes, which immediately woke you up. You got ready and were now standing behind the couch watching Jameson go off about Spider-Man.

You scoffed at the television shaking your head at the news reporter.

“I swear this man has nothing better to do with his life.” You rolled your eyes as you walked into the little kitchen in your apartment. You grabbed a cut-up strawberry and plopped it into your mouth. You hopped onto the counter next to where your nana was putting more batter into the pan.

“Who?”

“Jameson. Like why though? Why hate someone who is only trying to look out for us, ya know.” You nod to the tv.

“One or two?” Your nana asked as she poured more batter.

“Three please.” You gave a cheesy smile. You mouthed more strawberries from the yellow bowl next to you. “I have a theory?” You said with sureness.

“Which is?” She eyed you.

“I think he hates him so much because Spider-Man doesn’t act upon the laws.”

“Oh yeah?” She laughed.

“Oh yeah!” You were sure of yourself. “I mean that man has so much hate to give out. Like menace? Really?” You squint your eyes at the thought. “Getting a cat out of a tree, and stopping a bus with his bare hands, saving everyone in it? Yeah real threatening there, Jonah!” You yelled at the screen from where you sat.

“Who’s giving out hate, now?” She teased you.

“Ugh, me.” You let your head hit the cabinet door behind you.

You blew a raspberry, staring blankly at the wall in front of you. Without having to see, you took the plate your nana held out for you. It was a reflex. You hopped down and made your way to the little round table made for two. You waited for your nana to sit before you started decorating the fluffy circles in front of you. Your tongue was slightly poking out as you drowned your pancakes in syrup.

“You might need to go buy some more.” You smiled over at her sheepishly.

“S-Sorry.” You giggled.

“Any news from MIT yet?” She had been referring to the letter you never got. It hadn’t come in the mail yet.

“No.” You sighed forking a triangle.

“I’m sure it will get here any day now.” She gripped your chin lovingly. “Don’t expect disappointment so soon dear. Letters always get lost in the mail.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You agreed.

“I am.”

“Well…I mean there was that one time you were-” You cut yourself off feeling her stare of rath.

“That one time I what?”

“N-Nothing.” You sunk down in your seat, avoiding her glare.

“Eat your pancakes.” She swatted you playfully.

“Yes ma'am!” You bit your lip to keep you from laughing.

Work later that night had been slow. Slow since it was a small donut and coffee shop. Not many people were here during the night, which you enjoyed if you were being honest. You and your book were always somewhere in a corner, every chance you had. It was quiet, it was calming. You felt at peace here and you-

“Flannel’s back…” MJ gave you a knowing smile. You lifted your head from the book. Which almost slipped out of your hand, now being placed down. You also noticed Ned coming in behind him too. You waved at him. You shushed her, watching her grab Ned a glazed donut and setting it down in front of him. She stayed on the other side, letting you walk over to greet Mr. Flannel himself. You stuffed your hands in your apron and walked over to the cash register.

“H-Hi what can I get for you today?” You breathed out, feeling nervous under his brown eyes.

Peter bit his lip looking up at the menu board behind you to prevent himself from losing his cool. Then his eyes fell on you.

“H-Hi I’m Peter Parker, and I…” You sheepishly smiled at his introduction. So flannel had a name now? You thought. You looked down at the paper in his hand wondering what that was.

You nodded, your eyebrows rising as you waited in anticipation for his order.

“-Would like a coffee, please.” He breathed out.

“Sure thing…Peter Parker.” You giggled. You turned around and grabbed one of the cups to start making him a coffee. You hummed a tune you heard early, which was now embedded into your head until something else occupied it. The coffee didn’t take more than a few minutes to get ready for him. You placed the lid on the cup and turned around to set it down on the counter next to the cash register. You looked up to see him staring to the left. You followed his eyes, which fell on MJ, and Ned. There was a look on his face you couldn’t quite place. “Peter Parker.” You called out. He didn’t respond so you tried again. “Coffee for Peter Parker…”

“What?” He turned to face you.

“Y-Your coffee is ready.” You bit your lip.

“Right, thank you.” He paused then started a conversation with you. “Excited for college?”

“What?” Now you were caught off guard.

“Heard your friends talking…” He nodded over to Ned and MJ.

“Oh! Right, um, guess so. I’m still waiting on my letter to get here. It probably got lost in the mail or something.” You brushed it off lamely. “M-My nana says to stay positive.” You chuckled nervously.

“Well, she sounds like a wise woman. Besides…” He remembered what your nana always told them. He just wanted to test it out with you. “Don’t expect disappointment so soon…”

You smiled at him, thinking it was a coincidence. “My nana always says that…” You furrowed your brows at him.

“See! A wise woman.” He joked which got you to laugh out loud.

“Can I get you anything else?” You smiled at him.

You both stared at each other. Your eyebrows furrowed seeing his eyes tear up. Peter gave a thin smile. Pocketing his letter in his back pocket.

“No.” He smiled.

“Then, that’ll be 1.50.” You muttered. You were lifting yourself up and down on your toes. Nervous habits.

“Right…” He pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a five and handed it over to you. “Um, keep the change.” He gestured to the five he had.

“It’s 3.50 back though?”

“It’s okay.” He reassured you.

“Okay.”

He just kept staring at you, almost like- like you were gonna disappear or something. He looked happy though.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” You waved it off.

“I’ll see you around.” He nodded at you and turned to look at Ned and MJ, then pushed the door out. What the hell was that?

“Man, I really thought he’d ask you out.“ You whipped your head around to see MJ come closer to you. "He comes in here twice a week, ya know. Trust me he’s not that happy when it’s only me and Josh.”

“Really?” Hope grew in your eyes.

“He’s only here when you are if you haven’t noticed.” MJ gave you a small smile.

"Not until now.” You looked down then to the front entrance. You sighed, feeling lost, yet at the same time confused. This has been going on for months now. He’d come in, order something different each time, but why would he give you his name now. You shook your head, hearing your boss complain about something else that inconvenienced him. You groaned and headed to the back to see what he wanted. You wanted nothing more than this shift to hurry on, but alas it dragged on and on and on until you were left having to close up. Ned and MJ wanted to wait up on you to head out together but you wanted to be…alone.

“You sure you don’t want a ride.”

“Umm nah…” You waved her and Ned off. He offered to walk you guys home. “You guys go ahead. I still need to put some of the dishes in the sink so…”

“Sure?” She eyed you.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I don’t live that far.”

Liar

“Okay, but we still expect to see you at the movies this weekend.” She pointed at you. You smiled and nodded at the two.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“See you Saturday Y/n. Get home safe, yeah?” Ned waved at you.

“Will do.” You waved them off as they walked out the front door of the coffee shop. You sighed as you looked around the shop. There was one table left and you had to clean and put away dishes. You blew a raspberry and grabbed the rag you set down.

You locked up behind you. You looked up and watched as the snow fell down from the sky. You put your gloves on and rubbed your hands together to keep them warm. You didn’t mind the walk home, especially in the snow. But standing outside the shop. Glancing left and right at the darkened streets, you regretted not agreeing to MJ and Ned offering you a ride home. You wrapped your arms around you tighter so you wouldn’t freeze like a popsicle on your way home. You were comfortably layered up but even then the air around you felt like ice on your skin. You held your bag against your hip with each step you took. You knew you should have brought your headphones to keep your mind occupied. Not like it’d help, your mind was already crowded with thoughts on a certain brunette. You smiled as an image of him filled your head. His boyish smile and stutter were hard to forget. MJ teased you about it. The one jab she tried at you was that he must’ve had a tooth cavity by now since he came in twice a week. Just to see your lovely face as she and Josh put it. Your self-awareness was clouded by him because you were too distracted to hear the approaching footsteps coming up quickly behind you. You yelped as a hand pressed down on your left shoulder. You whirled around but stumbled back as something heavy collided with your temple. You held your head as the world started spinning around you. The man took his chance to grab you and drag you over to the dark alley. You had fallen to the ground struggling to stand as you felt hands start to roam your body. Your strength was nowhere to be found as you cried out. You whimpered as he hovered over your squirming body.

“S-Stop!” You cried as his hands found the top of your zipper. The sound of it trailing down your chest had you crying out for help even louder. “Please help!” You cried out. You turned your head away feeling his breath on you. “No, no, please.”

He leaned in closer to your neck and inhaled you. What a disgusting pig he was. “Mmm, that peach-scented?” He smirked down at you. “Shh baby, once I’m done with you, you’ll be-” A blur of a red hand landed on the man’s left shoulder. He was yanked back and tossed up against a wall.

“Seriously?…. You don’t learn, do you!” Peter scoffed. The man tried punching him, but Peter caught his fist, twisting it enough to cause pain, but not enough to break his wrist. “When a woman says no, you stop and respect that!” He tossed the man onto the floor. Towering over the now scared man. He grabbed him by the collar and held him up against the brick wall. The man’s feet dangled above the ground. “She said no…” Peter’s voice was stern and growled at him. “Clearly you have a problem learning from your past mistakes, so now I’m gonna have to make sure you stay put in jail, and rot.”

“No, no, please.” The man now begged him pathetically. Peter scoffed and let him go. He fell to the ground and that’s when Peter webbed him up like the last time. Yet he overdid it, webbing him up extra well this time. He turned around hearing your heartbeat slow down. He stared down at you holding your head. You were bleeding. You stared up at him in awe.

This was like deja vu. Only he knew he wasn’t dreaming because he recalled the memory of you on the ground staring up at him every time. It replayed in his head over and over like a broken record.

I’m gonna forget you.

I’ve been in love with you for two years.

I was too scared of getting rejected by you…

My first real friends

I’m gonna be alone.

And I love you…

Your eyes grew big. Peter shook his thoughts out of his head as he came back to his senses. It was cold and snowing and you were hurt. He could not believe you were in the exact same position when he had first met you. He almost laughed at the irony because here he was, with you, in the exact same alley, the same situation, with the same asshole who tried to assault you. Twice now, might he add! And you were meeting him again, for the first time. As Spider-Man. However this time it was fucking snowing.

“Miss…” You held your head as the voice felt distant. “Miss, are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” Peter was seriously panicking hovering over you. You weren’t responding. He scanned over you twice and felt hopeless without any use of technology to let him know if you were hurt anywhere else. He didn’t need technology to see the obvious cut on your temple. “M-Miss?”

You were finally able to focus your vision on the red figure before you. You groaned as you stopped feeling woozy. You blinked a few times before you eased Peter’s nerves. “Y-You’re Spider— Spider-Man.” You breathed out. The snow falling made it feel like some rom-com cliche, but he was there. Right in front of you. All…heroic? No, he seemed shaken, but why would he be shaken…?

“Y-Yup. That’s me…I am Spider-Man. Not Spider-boy or bug boy. Spider-Man, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.” He mentally slapped himself. “Oh my god…” He turned his head away from you and muttered under his breath. God, he was a mess, he hadn’t talked to you in so long, well he wouldn’t say so long since he talked to you as Peter a few times. Peter had a crush- he had a crush on you. Yet he was trying hard not to. Since the whole reason, he wanted everyone to forget about him was so that you, MJ, and Ned could be safe. It hurt enough that May was gone. Yet here he was- talking to you, practically putting you at risk. Though it seems you were already at risk without him.

He forgot you were there for a second before snapping back. He remembered being a dork in front of MJ, but this was some top-tier second-hand embarrassment…not that you were noticing anyway. To which he was slightly grateful for, but not entirely.

“Am I dead?” You groaned, your head was pounding. You had a massive migraine pounding against your skull.

“Yeah okay.” He replied quickly. You clearly hit your head. He shuffled forward and helped you onto your feet, much to your refusal. You wobbled once you got on your feet, but Peter was quick to steady you. You found your bearings and held his arms to remain still. You let your eyes travel up to the white eyes narrowed before you. Your eyes widened at the sight of the hero. The snow wasn’t helping. What kind of savior cliche was this? You thought this stuff only happened in the movies. Your mouth opened and closed. You looked like a damn fish out of water.

The woman was too stunned to speak.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to take you to the hospital?” Peter asked again. Creases appeared on his forehead from how much he scrunched his face. He just wanted to make sure you weren’t…bleeding internally or something. He gave you a once-over and considered it enough to calm his nerves down.

“You’re Spider-Man.” You gawked at him like the dumbass you were. If the word starstruck had a face, it’d be the look you were giving the poor guy.

Peter blushed mad red under his mask. “Y-You said that already.” He let out a breathy laugh.

“Sorry.” You nervously laughed. “S-Sorry.” You felt your cheeks heat up. You avoided his gaze then looked back up. Your palms felt clamming under the eyes of the hero before you. “S-Sorry.”

“Said that already too…” He laughed.

“Right….um thank you, for saving me.” You nodded. You were starting to get cold as the snow fell down over you two. “Really, thank you. I don’t know how to repay you.”

This was always like you. Making yourself available to do others favors. He sometimes wished you’d be selfish and go on with your day. Yet your kindness was what brought out the best of yourself. A side he hadn’t seen since Doctor Strange wiped everyone’s memories.

“How about letting me swing you home? That way I know you won’t go bumping that head of yours again…” He trailed his hand up to the side of your head and caressed around the cut. You inhaled quietly, his touch felt…familiar. Peter dropped his hand, cursing at himself for doing that. Yet that wasn’t what caught your attention, it was his choice of wording.

Again? When did you bump your head before? This would have been the first. Or were you reading too much into the word because you were flabbergasted by the hot hero before you?

You found it odd but shrugged it off.

“I-I’d like that, t-thank you.” You nodded, appreciating his offer. He held his hand out for you, which you took gratefully. You wrapped your head around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. You wouldn’t remember asking him if it was scary the first time he did this, but he did. He remembered it all and it was hard on him not to take off immediately because he had to remind himself you didn’t know him, and he wasn’t supposed to know you, nor where you lived. So he had to ask you again. “W-Where do you live?”

“Oh um, just start um swinging, I’ll direct you.”

“HERE!” You yelped as he almost dropped you. You both slowly lowered onto the pavement before your apartment complex. Peter’s feet hit the ground as he let go of the web. You were still clinging onto him for dear life. He chuckled at this.

“You can- you can let go now.”

“Oh!” You unraveled yourself and stood before him. You bashfully looked away, trying to fix your composure. Peter found this whole thing amusing, and possibly the best thing that had happened to him today.

“Fun?” Peter teased, tilting his head, his eyes narrowing at you behind the mask Yet you could hear the laughter in his voice.

“T-That’s one word to put swinging around New York for the first time…” You inhaled and exhaled.

It wasn’t the first time though.

“T-Thank you for the ride? Uh swing?” You laughed not knowing what to call it. “I appreciated it.”

“Just happy to help.” He shrugged. You now narrowed your eyes at him. He brushed it off so easily, but he was a hero. He saved you.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t hear those two words very often?”

He sighed looking up, then sideways, then at you again. “C-Cause I don’t…but it’s okay-”

“-Well I think people should thank you more.” You shrugged like he did. “That could have gone way worse, if you hadn’t stepped in, so thank you.”

“Y-You’re welcome y-” He caught himself. “Um miss.” He substituted for your name. You smiled at him.

“Y/n.”

“What?” He tensed up.

“That’s my name…thought you’d like to know.” You bit your lip as you directed your eyes down to your boots.

“Y-Y/n…” He muttered quietly, but you heard him.

“And you’re-” He felt his heart thud loudly in his ears. “-Spider-Man.” You smiled.

“Y-Yeah.” He sighed in relief.

“You do have a name though right?”

“Mhmm.” He curled his lip in. He crossed his arms. You admired the work he put in his muscles to stay fit for the job? Hero-ing?

He was so smug about it too.

You tried, he’d give you that.

His silence made you laugh. You looked off to watch the snow fall. “No?” You shook your head. “It’s okay, I get it, secret identity and all…” You purse your lips and put out your hands in surrender. “I fell into that one huh? Can’t say I didn’t try…” You looked back to see him already looking at you. You extended your arm out. You smirked, raising a brow at him. “It’s nice to meet you…Spider-Man.” He stared at your hand. His heart clenched thinking back to that particular day. “It’s just a handshake. I don’t bite.” You giggled.

“I um…” What did he say to that? “That’s very kind of you miss…”

“Oh um, Y/n. I-I’m Y/n.” You shivered as more rain picked up. Your hair was practically drenched in water. Your hair and clothes were stuck to your skin.

“Spider-Man.” He offered his hand and you stared at it for a second, before shaking it.

He thanked his mask for hiding the fact that he was tearing up. He licked his salty lips and firmly shook your hand. “Sorry um…I-It’s nice to meet you too…Y/n.” You could imagine him smirking.

“I-I guess this is the part where we go our separate ways…” You laughed nervously. You looked away. The front steps of your building, taunting you. You didn’t know what it was. Spider-Man was— easy to talk to. You felt comfortable in his presence. That made saying goodbye really hard because you wanted to continue talking to him.

“I guess so…” He nodded, fiddling with his hands. The back of his right hand rubbed against the palm of his left.

You noticed him do this which made you shiver. You knew that nervous tick all too well.

“Huh? I-I do that too…”

“Mmm?” He looked up.

“Anxiety?” You said it like it was such a regular thing, then again he almost forgot that you struggled from it too.

“Y-Yeah it started a month ago.” He admitted. He hadn’t told anyone that.

You nodded. You didn’t tease him or make a joke. You only listened.

“Being Spider-Man is hard sometimes. I don’t have anyone to talk to about this, so everything gets bottled up and sometimes I just want to-”

“-Scream, explode.” He looked up, he nodded at your words. “I get it.” He never knew how much you had been going through before, but standing now in front of you, this broken, yearning for a friend version of himself. He got it. He got it now, and his heart broke for you because of your fear of being alone which was now understandable. He was living the fear he worked so hard these past months to make sure you weren’t.

You both stood comfortably in silence. You felt for the vigilante. This whole life of his had to be hard to manage. You couldn’t imagine what he was going through. You were about to let the conversation go right then and there when you remembered the little fidget cube in your pocket you were currently toying with. Realization dawned on you as you pulled it out. It rested on your open palm. You looked up seeing Spider-Man fidget with his hands. You moved without hesitating and stood before him. Peter sensed you coming closer. You smiled and slightly moved your open palm to him.

“What’s this?” He knew what this was. He remembered giving it to you on your birthday. You cried that day. Peter knew how much you cherished it, and the day Doctor Strange cast the spell you had lost the cube. You had found this one you were holding out to him one day in your locker. No, note, no idea where it came from, and you cherished it. He just couldn’t believe you were giving this to him. For a second it hurt cause it felt like in a sense you were giving it back, but your intentions were nothing but pure and innocent.

“Whenever my anxiety or nerves become too much to handle. I play with this cube to help calm me down. It’s helped me more than I can explain…and I-I want to give it to you. T-To calm you down when you feel like you need to scream. Or if the world becomes too much for you to handle too.”

If he was crying then he was crying even more now.

“Y-You sure?” His voice cracked.

You nodded immediately. “I’m sure. Besides I might get another one in my locker so it’s all good.” You giggled.

“Another?” He asked because he wanted to keep hearing you talk. He liked talking to you when he could.

“Yeah, I found this one in my locker, then I found a pack of pens too which was strange…” You scrunch your face. You were still confused about how those got in there, and who put them in there. “It was…unexpected to say the least, but I appreciated the gesture. It was cute.” You looked down, your cheeks heating up.

Peter beamed happily at you. He now knew how appreciative you were of the little gifts he left you. He now had to make a note of getting you another fidget cube because you would not survive the day without something to ease your mind.

He was happy, yet his alter ego couldn’t help but tease you.

“Sounds like someone has a crush on you…” He shrugged. “Secret admirer?”

“Who knows. Whoever they are. I want to thank them. So I can return the favor ya know.”

There she is! Too kind for her own good.

Peter shook his head at you.

“Yeah…” He trailed off. He sighed watching the snow fall around you two.

“Thank you for saving me again. You’re doing amazing things for this city. I’m glad New York has you as their savior.” You nodded.

“I’m no savior…” Peter stared at you.

“You are, and you should really stop being so hard on yourself.” Without really thinking about it. You reached forward and pressed a kiss to the side of his mask. Peter’s heart skipped. You beamed up at him, then made your way up the steps. As you reached the top steps, Peter started panicking. His palms felt sticky and his suit felt too tight. He wasn’t really sure what he was doing until he called out your name.

“Y-Y/n!”

You stopped. Your hand was on the door handle as you swirled around to look at him.

“Yeah?” You nodded, patiently waiting for him to continue. He sighed heavily. His right hand reached behind him to grip the back of his mask. Since his old suit was destroyed he had to sew together a new one. Was he really about to take his mask off? He was hesitant because he knew it’d be stupid of him to do such a thing.

Don’t do this!

He repeated over and over in his head. Selfishly he just wanted at least one person to know his secret again, someone to be able to talk to. He needed you, but if he followed through with this then that whole spell would have been for nothing.

He couldn’t do that to you…You were finally in a good place.

His breath shuddered as he kicked himself. He wanted to take you all in. Your patience, your smile, your hair, your little mannerisms. The way your beating heart calmed his nerves. He remembered it from before, and he’ll always remember it from here on out. He knew the only way to really move on was to let you go, and that really felt like a stab to the heart. He started really falling for you, you, telling him you had loved him for two years. That struck a nerve in him. He had liked you too back then, but he always thought you didn’t feel the same way. Guess he was an idiot for thinking so. In the end, he ended up loving you too late. Now the whole world had forgotten about Peter Parker, and you were one of them. So even though he couldn’t…but he had to, for your safety, for his own good.

He had to learn how to love you from afar.

“T-Take care of yourself, okay.” He finally let out. You nodded reassuringly. You smiled one last time and turned again but… “A-And make sure if you walk home at night, you walk with a friend okay. Do that for me, okay?” He had to go before he broke down.

“I-I will Spidey…I promise.” He knew he had your word. You were never one to break a promise. He didn’t even say anything about the nickname you just used. “Don’t over-exert yourself, okay, even heroes need a break.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.” He saluted you. Yet he was going to stand there until you made it past the front doors to get inside. Maybe to the elevator too.

“Goodnight.” You smiled, then pushed open the door. Your back was now facing him as you walked across the lobby to reach the elevator. You looked back and laughed to see him waving.

Of course, he waited, what a gentleman. You pressed the up button and waited as the elevator dinged. You entered and pressed the button for the third floor. You caught sight of him leaving as the doors were closing shut. You felt giddy, you had met Spider-Man and he saved you.

“Y/n, dear that you?” Your nana heard the front door opening.

“Hey nana, yeah, it’s me!” You called out as you discarded your coat and scarf onto the hangers. Your satchel was dropped next to the little two shelve shoe rack.

“How was work?” She asked as she turned back to the drama series you got her hooked on.

“Umm you know…same ole same ole.” You shrugged not really wanting to tell her you could’ve been almost raped. Then got saved by Spider-Man. That’s the most attention you’ve ever gotten in one day.

“How was school then?” She continued.

“Oh um-“ What was there to talk about school. You scratched your head as you wandered over to the kitchen to make yourself some tea. Your nana had already put the kettle on the stove, so the water was probably still hot.

“Careful it’s-“ She called out as she plopped a grape into her mouth.

“Shit!” You cursed out loud.

“-Hot.” She sighed, shaking her head.

You put your finger under cold running water. “I-I don’t know where to start actually…” You hissed as the burn ached.

“Well, why don’t you start with something that made your day. That’s always nice to hear.”

“Something that made my day—oh um!” You laughed then smiled at the thought. “I…” You bit your lip. “I actually made some friends, who invited me out to the movies this weekend.” Your eyes crinkled at the corners as you slowly looked up at your nana, who now had her full attention on you. Her head tilted as she beamed in delight. Her right hand was placed over her left side on top of her heart. She knew how hard it was for you to make friends and it wasn’t always a topic she could get you to talk about so this felt like such a special moment. She was ecstatic that you decided to share this news with her. She was so proud of you.

She was happy.

“Well, what’re their names?” She was now very intrigued to know more about your new friends.

“Ned and MJ.” You glanced down smiling at your hand fiddling with the tea packet. You couldn’t believe you had made some new friends…You couldn’t believe much of anything that happened today.

Perched on top of the building across from yours. Peter sniffled as he watched you from afar. Flashbacks of that day filled his head. But only one thing stood out to him the most.

I-I know you’ll do the right thing okay.

“Yeah, I know.” Peter watched you through the window. You laughed at what your nana said and sat down next to her. He felt his heart skip seeing you smile. God, he loved your smile! Your laugh was being drained out by the police scanner on his phone. He smiled under his mask. Then turned his head at the sound of a police chase a few blocks away. He looked over at your figure once more. His heart longed to reach out to you, but this was what he signed up for. This was his biggest loss and even though it broke him. He knew it was for the best.

“Bye Y/n.” He then leaped off the building across from yours and swung off.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #tom!peter parker x reader #my gif #writings by juls

204 notes · View notes

cadkeyper · 2 years ago

Text

Hi my name is Ark and I’m armed with pure delusion, today I’ll be talking about how I could/ would beat every single classic Creepypasta. RIP to the victims, but I’m built different. I barely ever leave my room, I did martial arts training years ago, and I am fueled by nothing other than the McDonalds sprite that runs through my veins. So I think I’m pretty qualified. For the sake of this, I will not allow any of them to be armed with their weapons, this is fist to fist combat.

Nina the killer

In her original story, she’s literally just a nine year old with a knife. I would grab her by the ponytail, and swing her around until she reached a high enough velocity for me to let go and have her hurtle directly into the sun

Ben Drowned / Sonic EXE

I put these two together because the strategy for beating them is pretty much the same. First of all, I’m not a nerd. I would never play sonic or zelda, but let’s say for the sake of debate, I do. After the first time weird things happen, I WOULD OBVIOUSLY STOP PLAYING THE GAME. I turn off my tv, break it, set it on fire, and then I would take the game cartridge, put it in a blender until it was a fine purée, and then drink it to absorb their power

Smile dog

I literally never read my emails.

Jeff the killer

If we’re talking the original, I would whoop his ass so fast it’s not even funny. Once again, he’s like a 13 year old with a knife and a Joker complex. I would slap the shit out of him so hard that it knocks the smile off his face.

Ticci Toby

He can’t feel pain so I would have a harder time getting him down. However, he does have Tourette's, and as somebody who also has it, I would just tic which would trigger him to tic, (this happens from personal experience it’s agony) and then I would get him. (This may also result in me ticcing back, and we would reach a stalemate)

Eyeless Jack

I literally never sleep, so if he wants to sneak into my room at night to take my kidneys, good luck. If he got within a foot of me, I would jab my fingers into his eye sockets and make him double blind. As he stumbles around with double no eyes, I lunge at him and I take HIS kidneys. See how he likes it.

Laughing Jack

I could beat him as a child. If he tried to pretend to be my imaginary friend, I’d completely exhaust him. I was a wolf kid. I had a reputation for how hard I could kick people in the shin. I am not defending myself from him, he’s defending himself from me. I would grab his nose and twist until it made a 🌀shape

The Rake

If he runs at me, I will simply kick him in the face so hard that all of his teeth fall out. Before the battle, I would rub my entire body in the most foul tasting, disgusting thing you could ever imagine. Like ghost peppers, or limes, or bananas. So when he goes to bite me, he recoils and is so disgusted he retreats, allowing me to win by default

Slenderman

If I’m not mistaken, he likes to stalk his victims before finishing them off to drive them bonkers. He tries this with me, that’s his first mistake. Every time I see him, I will also set off an extremely loud obnoxious noise, like an airhorn, or any song on my kazoo. He thinks he’s coming to stand outside my window and jumpscare me, WRONG he’s getting his eardrums blown out with every Nicki Minaj song ever released. In addition to that, I will go out of my way to constantly bully him at every turn. Instead of drawing cryptic symbols on my walls, I’m writing stuff like “SLENDERMAN IS SO TALL HIS PRONOUNS ARE FE/FI/FO FUM”. He will eventually grow so frustrated/ confused at my constant harassment that he decides to leave me alone and that I am not worth the effort. If he sends his proxies after me, we’ve already established that I could absolutely dominate each and every single bone in their bodies This has been my personal guide to beating most of the classic Creepypasta’s and I do not take constructive criticism <3

#I might do a part two since I did not get to cover everyone #I am also open to doing an entire post on slenderman there are several ways I could beat him #Creepypasta #nina the killer #ben drowned #smile dog #jeff the killer #ticci toby #eyeless jack #laughing jack #the rake #slenderman #slenderverse #ark arena

152 notes · View notes

marvolocore-library · 3 years ago

Text

I Mourned for You. - B.M. x GN!Reader

Req: Yes | Wc: ≈1.5k

Requested By @aquananner24: "Bruno and the reader were close before he vanished. They were best friends, but nothing past that. (Though both liked each other, neither ever brought up those feelings.) So when Bruno finally returns the reader is /pissed/. She's not talking to him. She's so relieved that he's back and safe and alive, but for the past decade she genuinely thought he was dead or something since everyone thought he'd left Encanto altogether and the mountains surrounding Encanto were so difficult to cross. She legit thought he was dead. After she realized he wouldn't be coming back she MOURNED him, and to make it worse he KNEW she thought he was dead and he KNEW how much pain she was in because he was living in the FUCKING WALLS this whole time. It's not like she stopped associating with the Madrigal family after he vanished. She was still good friends with his sisters. So after a few days, Bruno goes over to her house to try and talk with her. After all, it's been a decade, surely he'd miss his best friend. It turns into an argument and she yells at him with tears in her eyes 'I would've followed you to the fucking ends of the earth because I loved you and you decide to just up and leave without so much as a goodbye!? Not even a letter!?? How sick is that!? I loved you and you broke my heart Bruno!" and that's how Bruno finds out she loved him, and that she still does love him." (They originally asked for a Fem reader but we worked it out to a GN reader)

Pair: Bruno Madrigal x Gender Neutral Reader; they/them

Fandom: Encanto (2021)

Synopsis: After he came back, you didn't know what to think. The past years (that you've refused to keep track of) were just you and your grief (plus your pet).

Warning(s): Angst with a happy ending, mentions of Grief/Grieving

Author's Notes: Usually I don't write Gender Neutral readers, but I'll make an exception just this once :) xoxo SORRY IF THIS WASN'T AS LONG AS YOU'D LIKE I didn't have any more ideas so I just put as much as I could into it :sob: also I think this should have been posted sooner I'm so sorry. wrote this listening to walls could talk by Hasley.

When the Casita was rebuilt, the gift was saved, and an old Madrigal was returned and safe, everyone was in pure and undying bliss. Except for you. You were known as the closest person to the Madrigals, almost considered family. Well, you grew an inch apart when Bruno left you. You both were inseparable, best friends, and were both silently pining to be together.

When you learned he had been living in the walls amongst the rats, you were in inner turmoil. You felt so powerful and so weak at one time, you felt unbelievably cheated.

So when Bruno saw you pacing up to him angrily, he knew he had screwed up. You had flames spewing from your eye's sockets, your fists paled when you clenched them, your figure tense. It was all so ambiguous to you, why he never made any contact with you when he went in hiding. Didn't say bye, you'd thought he died. You mourned for hours in a day. You held a little funeral for him in your backyard, just you and your [dog/cat/pet of choice]. Dressed in a black [dress/tux/formal clothing], holding vibrant green flowers, you even played a dirge on your piano whenever you felt sober of his laughter, his touch.

You had angry hot tears cascading your cheeks, you felt so on edge like you were seeing a ghost. A distant memory comes back to life. You thought of every time you helped Julieta or Pepa, knowing that your believed-to-be-dead best friend was eavesdropping through the walls.

"What in the world, Bruno!" You yelled at him. The sun was setting and nobody was around. Your shoes clamped onto the dirty ground that was Casita's brick floors. Your hands shoved into his chest a bit as you stared into his eyes.

"[Name]! I've missed so much, I'm so-" He was cut off by you shushing him. You would have slapped him, but you had your morals.

"You better be fucking sorry," you growled, your hand snatching his sun-kissed one. "I mourned for you, every day! You left without anything!"

You sobbed, your free hand wiping your eyes.

"No note, no nothing! Not even a goodbye! I would have followed you to the ends of the damned earth, Bruno! Do you realize how sick that is?" Your face was burning. Bruno was speechless, unable to say a single word. "Do you?"

"Now I do."

"You should have realized that years ago!" You choked on your words, hiccuping in between sentences. "I loved you Bruno, and you left my heart in pieces!"

His eyes were wide, mouth forming a small O. His eyebrows were furrowed with displeasure.

"I wrote a song for you, I played it on the piano at the funeral I had for you in my backyard!" You yelled. "I tried climbing the mountains to search for you." This is when you let go of his sweaty hand and clenched both of your hands onto his green poncho.

"[Name]." His lips curled, eyes beginning to water. "I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry."

He shivered, blinking, and then sighed softly. "I love you. I loved you then, I love you now. I'm so sorry. You may never forgive me, and I understand why." He pulled you into a quick embrace, then you both fell apart, his hands traced paths onto your arms before falling next to him. "Words can't tell you how sorry I am."

You began to cry harder at his words, your hands wiping them away as quickly as they came falling down. "I will have to learn to forgive, but I think I still. . . love you." Your jaw was sore as you spoke the words, increasing the gap between you. "Sorry but I have to think." He nodded as you turned and rushed away, your mind dwelling on your past.

"Come on [Name], hurry up!" Bruno called you. Both of you were about nine or ten at the time. Julieta was making snacks with Abuela that morning and you really wanted to snag a frosted polvorón from them.

You both entered the Casita, shoulder to shoulder as you passed the threshold. The smell of baking bread and sugar wafted around you both. You followed the aroma to its source, the kitchen. Abuela was pulling a tray of Spanish shortbread from the gas stove, and Julieta was putting the homemade whipped frosting on each of the polvoróns. You and Bruno gave each other a mischievous look as you both strode towards Julieta.

"Hola, Julieta!" You both greeted her at the same time, she looked down from the stool she was perched upon with a knife laced with frosting dangling over about two baker dozens of the treats.

"I know what you want, but you will just have to wait!" She huffed, continuing to trace the shortbread with the sugary topping.

"Please? Just one, Bruno 'an I will split it!" You practically begged, giving her the most puppy-like face you could have mustered up.

She growled, "fine, but only one!" Abuela set a tray down next to her and started moving the fresh ones in front of Julieta to be lathered.

Both you and Bruno high-fived in success, your faces cheery and worry-free. Julieta grumbled as she handed you a polvorón, her eyes in leering slits.

You and Bruno ran over to the table, breaking the treat into two. You both happily munched on your own halves without questions. You felt a sudden wave of relish as the clump of bread and sugar went down your esophagus.

You smiled at the memory, you were in front of your house now. The sun was now beyond your sight, its original creamy waves of oranges and pinks were now a starry canvas of deep ocean blues and dark purples. Your home was blatantly uneventful, wind wooshing into your ear causing natural static. You grabbed the knob, turning it open and turning. You entered the home, its peaceful quietness filled your system with slack. You began to light your gaslamps, walking around your small home without worry. A paper was set coldly on your counter, untouched for quite a while. It had scribbled musical notes on it. You reached for it, your fingertips contacting the thin layer of dust that lived upon its surface. It sparked something in your brain.

Your hands crumpled another paper, throwing it behind you into the already-large pile. You couldn't figure out what to do for your song. Your song for him, that you would lavishly play on your old deep brown piano.

You just gave up with trying, doing what your feelings told you to do. You thought, he could see the future. That's ominous, you guessed, scribbling something on the paper.

Something deep but with a mellow melody, an angelic tone that followed a deep pounding track of notes. As every note was drawn out on the whitish paper, your clutch tightened on the old pencil. Every second of you writing out the notes, the slower you accepted that he was dead. There was nothing to do, nothing anybody could do. You had finally accepted he was no longer with you that day.

Once the paper was written out, you played the notes carefully—making any needed changes to the chords. The changes that you made to the music, the simplest ones as well, were all of his flaws. You made a deep meaning with the song, all of the rewrites and the modifications were to match up to a perfect outcome. That outcome, behind the flaws and strengths, was Bruno. A musical piece to reflect on the man you had inevitably fallen in love with.

Coming back from the past, you were now sitting down. The piece lay in front of you as your hands cradled your head. Some tears ran down your arms and onto the tables, some even seeped into the bottom edge of the composition.

A series of low knocks came from the door, soft and kind. You moved from the table, your hands pushing off from the wooden table. You steadied yourself to the door and churned the doorknob.

It was Bruno. His once knotty hair brushed a bit to look more formal–but still wore that Bruno effect. His poncho looked cleaner than it was earlier, the green was a shade more vibrant too.

He looked at you with sorrowful eyes, face quivering.

"IthinkIloveyoustill."

"What?" He asked, an eyebrow arched.

"I think—think—I still love you." You said more sternly.

He swayed for a second, before wrapping his arms around your waist and embracing you, passion sparked between both of your warm bodies. "Is this okay?" He asked. You nodded before he pecked you on the cheek and smiled.

281 notes · View notes

jameui · 3 years ago

Text

UNFORTUNATE FATE

Requested

PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x M!Reader x Kim Taehyung

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Noncon, Taehyung being a rough monster, Jungkook being a jerk

SUMMARY: You and Jungkook had been friends with benefits for the longest time you could ever think of and when you decided to end all of it, he couldn't take it and decided that you needed a little mind opener.

Your eyes were dreamily looking at your long time crush, Kim Taehyung, a senior who has been nothing, but kind to you and your friend, which was one of the many reasons why you fell for this man. You knew it sounded so cheesy and clichè, but to you the moment you saw him, it was love at first sight. When his eyes met with yours, you couldn't help yourself from getting attached so easily, like a butterfly to a candlelight.

Your friend noticed your staring as she stopped in the middle of eating, cheeks puffed up from being full, then turning her head towards the direction where your eyes stared into. She scoffed and turned back to continue eating her food, rolling her eyes. "Hey, can you stop with the staring? He'd probably think you're a creep."

You sighed while pushing the bottom of your lips and nodded. "I just can't even if you want me to. He's just so irresistible."

As you talked, you were so caught up in your head that you never got the chance to notice the eyes that were boring holes into your back.

You stabbed your fork onto your fries, taking a few pieces of the fried yellow sticks and putting it into your mouth. You hummed while happily munching on your food, doing a little dance on your seat as you did so. Hyejoo, your friend who sat across you, caught sight of a fuming Jungkook whose face was as red as a tomato from all the anger. She subtly went back down to eating her food and cleared her throat. "M/n." She whispered your name while she waved at you to move your ear closer to her mouth.

You did as you were gestured and leaned in closer. "Jung—"

"Hey, Choi! Get your ass up. Now." A deep voiced male sternly told you taking both of your attentions as you glared at him.

"Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" You tut your tongue and smirked. "Weirdo."

That was enough to make Jungkook release fire through his nose, then took your wrist and pulled you away with him to who knows where. "Ah! Jungkook! Stop!"

"No can do, M/n." Jungkook chuckled darkly. "You've been such a brat, my little bitch. Had fun?"

Once you were able to free yourself from his grasp, you glared at him and pushed him away. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I told you I don't want to be your sex buddy, anymore." You sighed in disbelief and waisted your hands. "I can't deal with just being a fuck bud, when I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Then, I'll be your boyfriend —"

"No!" You retorted quite shocked that Jungkook thought like that. As if he can get anything he wants. "You lost your chance, Jeon. I don't want you anymore." You glared your eyes at him and was about to leave when Jungkook pushed you inside the restroom that you didn't even know was there until now.

"Jungkook, what the—" He cuts you off mid-sentence when he wraps a hand tightly around your throat that got you gasping for air all the while trying your best to remove his hand from your neck.

His eyes darkened and growled loudly, before he moved to the nearest cubicle and pulled both of you inside. He practically threw you inside and got you seated on the closed toilet while you coughed and tried to gather as much air as you can. "You are being so disrespectful right now, doll." He locks the door behind him as he stalked forward, one side of his lips curling up to a smirk raising his knee to let it rest near your crotch caging you in between his arms with his face so close to yours, one wrong move and both of your lips would be touching each other. "Do you wanna know what happens to bad boys, M/n?" His breathe felt so warm on your skin, but you didn't want him so close to you, so you spat at his face smiling proudly when you were able to successfully erase that annoying smirk on his face. Jungkook moved one hand to wipe the spit that you put on his face, before he licked it off his fingers and seductively looked back at your eyes that were opened widely from shock. "You taste good, M/n."

"Fuck you! Get away from me, you creep!" You screamed on the top of your lungs making Jungkook feel more agitated. "You weirdo!" That was the last straw and you finally released the beast that was hidden inside the bunny looking guy's facade. He raised a hand and let it drop to slap your face harshly, leaving a scratch in the process. The impact was so hard it got your head tilting to the side.

He panted heavily, his eyes looking like they were about to pop off from his sockets with how much he opened them from so much anger. "You... stupid bitch!" Then, he gave you another slap that brought tears to your eyes as you held your cheek where it stung the most. He took your cheeks digging his fingers onto the flesh that connected your cheekbone and jaw and made you face him getting you sobbing in pain.

Your tears dropped down your face, but he couldn't care less. In fact, he loved the way you cried. He loved the way each drop fell from your face and to the floor. "S-stop.. you're —Ah!" You screamed once Jungkook dug his fingers even more forcing you to open your mouth.

His eyes panned over your crying face and licked his lips, before his smirk got even wider. "Damn, M/n. Didn't know you could make your face look even prettier. You look so cute right now." He said, then angrily lets go of you making sure to leave you crying. He got back up and sighed while pushing his hair back, looking down towards his crotch and chuckled. "Fuck, M/n. Look what you did to me?" He turned to you and shamelessly showed you the tent on his pants as he started to palm himself. "You got me so fucking hard."

You side eyed him kicked him by the shin that got him wincing in pain. "You have serious issues. Get some—"

Jungkook was fast to recover from the pain and punched your face that was sure to leave a bruise. "You little shit!" He threw his fists one more time towards you, almost breaking your nose.

While you tried to treat yourself from the pain, you suddenly heard the sound of Jungkook hastily unbuckling his pants and let his fly flew open. Jungkook took a fistful of your hair, pulling on it making you whimper that the other male only found pleasing to his ears. "Now, be a good boy and do as I say." He said, then approached your ear and whispered. "Suck."

You could have simply punched him on the face or kick his balls, but knowing Jungkook, you feared that he'd give you more than just throwing punches. Hell, he'd even be capable of killing you. So, with hesitant and shaking hands you reached over the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his big cock springing to life hitting your face that made you look away. You looked up at him with fear in your eyes.

You didn't want to take that. It was huge and looked like it would destroy your throat if you ever tried to take him into your mouth. "Jungkook.. I.. we can still talk this out."

"Fuck!" He impatiently yelled and once again held your cheeks and forced your jaw to fall open before he shoved his dick inside your mouth, a shocked choking noise coming out from you. Jungkook sighed in satisfaction his head falling backwards while guiding your head on his cock. "Daammmn, M/n~" He hummed with his eyes closing in ecstasy.

Tears pricked on the side of your eyes and gagged whenever the male's tip hit the back of your throat. You dared to look up at him with a very pitiful face that brought you nothing, but a groan from Jungkook who got more turned on from the look on your face. With that, he fastened his pace and let his cock dive deeper into your wet cavern, then deciding to let you take all of him making him howl while you tried your very best to move away from his strong grip on your hair.

He stays for a good couple of seconds to let you adjust to his size, while you gulped and swallowed around his cock that got Jungkook growling before losing all his patience and drilled his dick in your mouth at a very unexpected and rough pace that made your tears fall down your face as you sobbed loudly and muffled out words that was barely understood by the other male who continuously fucked your mouth, not that he cares anyways.

Jungkook, the first time you met him, he was a very sweet and kind person, just like Kim Taehyung, the person your heart beats for. Jungkook always picked you up from your dorm and would offer to treat you to breakfast without any exchange. With that face of Jungkook, you had thought that he would be a useless jerk and a playboy who goes around breaking people's hearts, male or female, and you were right. Moreso now that Jungkook is literally planning on destroying your throat.

Jungkook bucked his hips forward, reaching further down your throat that made you feel bile rising from your throat, but you got yourself swallowing it and shivered in disgust. Jungkook thrusted his cock inside your mouth and went at an even faster pace, your eyes rolled back tears falling down your cheeks, your lips perfectly curled over taking the shape of his cock. At this point you weren't thinking clearly, all you could ever think of was getting this done and over with while Jungkook fucked your mouth and didn't even care for you.

Jungkook increased the pace of his thrusts and you barely even registered his size when your teeth accidentally scraped the skin of his rod, the male, in instinct, pulled away and cursed under his breath, then landed a rough slap across your face making you hold your face. "FUCK! Look what you did?" The smooth flesh of his shaft was now painted with crimson red, the mark that was caused by the gash, visible on the base of his cock.

"You... that was your fault.. asshole." You said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and glared at him furiously.

Jungkook's eyes peered down at you the same way you looked at him. "Don't you dare—"

"M/n! M/n! Goodness, where could have that kid gone?" That all too familiar voice called out your name as your eyes widened and smiled now that your saviour has arrived.

"Sunbae! I'm over here!" You screamed out, smirking to yourself before a sound of footsteps approached your cubicle and he knocked ont he door.

"Are you here, M/n?" His deep, but gentle voice asked you.

"Yes." You meekly replied and what you heard next made your smile falter.

"Fuck, Jungkook. You should have told me. I wanted to have some fun too." Taehyung said, and although you couldn't see it, you could sense the smirk on his face from the sound of his voice. How did he know Jungkook was here?

Jungkook heaved up his pants after he wrapped paper towels around his bleeding manhood and fixed himself. He opened the door for Taehyung and the younger of the two dragged you out of the cubicle and moved to lock the door before he shoved your body towards the sink. You groaned in pain and held your stomach in disbelief that the least person you ever expected be involved in such terrible things was also a part of the plan. "This little bitch fucking made my cock bleed."

"Oh, really, now?" Taehyung smirked and waisted his hands.

"T-Taehyung-sunbae.. you're in this too?" You asked with a shaking body.

Taehyung scoffed, then placed his hands inside his pockets and neared you. He laid a finger on your chin and pushed them up so you could face him whilst your lips quivered from the feeling of betrayal. "Are you asking what's obvious, M/n?" He smirked before his finger left your face and tilted his head faking an innocent look. "Course I was. Why else would I be so kind to you?"

"You... Why?" You managed to ask, but Taehyung had been waiting for so long and he could no longer wait anymore.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Do you still plan on asking nonsensical questions? 'Cause I'm not having any of it." Jungkook kicked the back of your knee, forcing you to be on your knees kneeling down in front of Taehyung. "Suck. Use your teeth and this will be the last time you'll see light." He threatened you and you could only nod naively with tears falling down your face.

You reached over the buckle of his belt and started to unfasten it, loud sobs erupting from your mouth. How could you have not see this coming? You should have. Taehyung was Jungkook's friend and heard rumors about the two going on about the place to find a person to fuck, be it a girl or a boy. You should have just listened to Hyejoo. She was the one who kept telling you that Taehyung was not a person to trust nor a person to be with. He's just pure red flags and now, you could see it with your own eyes.

You unzipped his pants after you have unbuttoned it and let them fall down to his ankles while your clammy hands moved to remove his boxers. His erect dick sprang into action, almost hitting your face. You looked up at him and tried to change his mind by showing him the fear you were in and tried to beg for mercy, but just like the other, he only liked the way you looked so vulnerable in your state. "Continue making that face and I might just let you go." He said with a sly smirk that became unnoticed by you as you nodded your head in reply.

You sniffed and sobbed, then took his cock into your hand and jerked him off, your fingers barely even touching each other from the size of his dick. You looked up at him while Taehyung groaned and knitted his brows in pleasure. Your eyes both locked with each other, before you proceeded to wrap your lips around the pink bulbous tip of his immeasurable length and played with it by swirling your tongue around the head. You would occasionally look up at Taehyung whose eyes always watched your every move, making you blush a little bit, before you removed him from your mouth and decided to lick the underside of his member in attempt to please the male who groaned and started to tangle his hand with your hair. "Kookie, look. He listens to me so well." Jungkook huffed and crossed his arms as if Taehyung had just took a stuffed toy from him.

Taehyung's attention went back to you when you finally had your lips around his cock and moaned in satisfaction as he pushed his head backwards. You took this as a sign that Taehyung was feeling good and felt your chest swell with pride, despite the fact that Taehyung had already had people who made him feel this good, but the feeling of success that you made him feel pleasure only drove you to do better.

You didn't want to like it, but if it's Taehyung the only thing in your mind was to just submit to him and follow his every order like a dog. You inserted inches of his dick inside your mouth and started to suck at an agonizingly slow pace, but nonetheless Taehyung felt like he was in cloud-nine. "Fuck, baby. Go deeper." You took his order and inserted a few more inches, now his dick halfway inside your mouth as Taehyung whistled and fisted your hair making you groan, the vibrations sending sensations down Taehyung's big package while he moaned. "Damn, shit."

From the side of your eyes, you could see Jungkook glaring at you two. He clearly was angry that you two were having fun and here he was having to deal with the pain you placed him in. You were side-eyeing Jungkook trying to tease him more by smirking widely, until it was wiped away from your face when Taehyung grabbed your head and pushed all of his length inside your mouth reaching further down your throat making you choke while you tried to relax your gag reflex and looked up at Taehyung with tears in his eyes. "Oh, fuck. Shit, baby. I'm so sorry. You're mouth just felt so good." He told you with furrowed brows and wiped your tears away from the side of your eyes before he caressed your face as you leaned to his touch.

You knew Taehyung could possibly be only staging his care for you, but you never cared anymore. You gave his thigh a tap to tell him that you were fine and he thankfully understood when he started to rock his hips slowly into your mouth, gradually increasing his pace. You felt yourself start to leak precum throughout the whole time that Taehyung thrusted his cock in your mouth.

Jungkook had enough and settled himself behind you as he whispered into your ear. "Does Taehyungie taste good, M/n? Hmm?" Jungkook's hot breathe hit the back of your neck as you felt his hands snake under your uniform's polo and reached up to play with your erect buds. He flicked and pinched your nipples while you moaned in pleasure, Taehyung moaning louder. "Are you gonna answer me, M/n or not?"

You nodded your head as though to tell him that you were gonna answer him, but you pointed towards your mouth to tell Jungkook that your mouth was full. "Oh, your mouth's dick-filled, huh?" You nod your head again and Jungkook chuckled deeply. "Is that so?" He looked up at Taehyung and perked his head up. "Faster, hyung. I think our fuck toy needs more."

Taehyung complied and drilled his dick into your mouth at a pace you couldn't handle, your eyes widening in shock and rolled back in pleasure. You were in euphoria. You liked how rough Taehyung was with your mouth you never even noticed you have already came creating a wet patch on your pants.

"Ohh, look. Someone's a little too sensitive." Jungkook whispered, one hand moving down to your ass kneading your butt cheeks as if they were dough and continued to do this until he was finally able to process how supple your bubble butt was.

You couldn't think straight anymore. You just felt so good. Your mouth getting abused, how Jungkook caressed your body and the way Taehyung pulled on your hair, all of it made you feel like you were in heaven. You felt ecstatic. You still could make out the voice of Taehyung who let out chains of curses and grunts as he inhumanely sped up on his thrusting. "M/n! Ah, shiiit! Mmmmh, fuck, baby. So good for me, huh? Taking my whole cock."

You closed your eyes as you succumb to the feeling, now making use of your tongue that only stayed in one position the whole time. You swirled and played with his cock trying to follow the rhythm of his unbelievable speed, Taehyung moaning. "Damn it, M/n. You really know how to make a man feel real good, huh? Guess I wasn't wrong when I said you'd make a good toy." Taehyung smirked and never stopped from slamming his dick in your mouth.

After a few more thrusts, Taehyung pulled his still erect dick from your mouth as you looked up at him with a pout. "But.. but, sunbae still wasn't able to cum."

"Don't worry, M/n." Taehyung bent down to your height with a growing smirk. "There's more than just one way to make your sunbae cum."

"R-reallly? Tell me, tell me!" You desperately asked the older who looked at Jungkook and the latter looked at him.

"Let me show you." Jungkook said before he got you up on your feet and pulled you inside a cubicle, Taehyung following behind with his exposed dick, throbbing like crazy from the sight of you being such a good slut for them. Jungkook sat on the closed toilet while you stood in front of him, Taehyung placing himself behind you. "C'mere. Hold onto my shoulders." He curled his fingers at you and you immediately did as he was told. You held his shoulders, while Taehyung positioned your lower half so it would face him. You gasped when Taehyung, without any hesitation, pulled your pants down the cold air making contact with your ass that was now in full display.

You heard Taehyung tut his tongue staring at your butt making you blush bashfully. "M/n. Are you a virgin?"

You gulped, then buried your face on the crook of Jungkook's neck and nodded your head. "Y-yes."

"Damn. Then, I don't think you'd be able to—"

"No, I can take it, sunbae. Please, just please fuck me!" You pleaded as if it was the end of the world, looking back at Taehyung who was smirking widely. "I've always wanted to be fucked by you, sunbae."

"Really?" He wiggled his brows at Jungkook, who only rolled his eyes. "Then, I'll make sure that your first would be a memory to remember."

Without any preparation, Taehyung aligned his dick to prod at your entrance making you gasp. "Wait, sunbae aren't you gonna prep—AH, FUCK! P-PULL OUT! IT HURTS!" You evidently winced, but your words fell into deaf ears as Taehyung continued to push his tip further down your hole. "Ah! Sunbaee!" You said and tried to look back, when Jungkook took you by the chin and placed his lips on yours passionately kissing you. Your eyes widened in shock, but melted into the kiss anyways and replied to the unexpected invitation.

He pulled away, much to your dismay and whimpered forgetting about the pain in your ass. "Why'd you have to lie to hyung, M/n? I was all your first. I was there to take all your innocence away." He whispered lowly into your ear, making sure it was only you and him who could hear. Luckily, Taehyung was a groaning mess. Growling here and there with every opportunity he could get while still pushing in slowly into your hole. "Is this what you wanted? Hmm?"

"Y-yes, Kookie." You closed your eyes and hugged Jungkook by the neck. "Kook, M'sorry for biting. M'really sorry." You unconsciously apologized, your brain still too far away from being in this place.

"It's alright." Jungkook smiled. "But, you have to be really obedient next time. Okay, M/n?"

"Yes, Kookie. Ye—Ah!" You let out a loud gasp the moment Taehyung was able to slide all of his length inside you.

"Fuck, baby. That felt like you swallowed my whole dick inside you. Do you really want it so badly?" Taehyung asked you seductively and trailed kisses from your neck down to your back in attempt to ease every tense muscle in your body that was caused from the pain.

"Y-yes, sunbae. I want it so, so bad—AAAAH!" An ear splitting scream emitted from your mouth making Jungkook look away from you. Taehyung didn't give you any warning nor Jungkook when he suddenly fucked you into pure bliss. "Sunbae, sunbaee. Nnngh~ Ahh! Good.. GOOD!"

"Yeah?" Taehyung panted heavily as he thrusted at a pace you couldn't even let your ass get wind of. "Then, I'll make you feel even better." Taehyung said and hammered his dick into you as if it was a very easy task and groaned loudly, howling at how much you clenched around his dick. You were about to open your mouth to say something, when Taehyung hit that bundle of nerves that made you see stars your tongue rolling out of its place. "Found it."

Taehyung gladly abused that same area and hit it with every thrusts, with every hit eliciting a moan from you. Jungkook didn't want to feel left out, so he locked his lips with yours once again sucking on your tongue that made you moan, the noise getting swallowed by the older male who had caught your lips. Jungkook now, played with your tongue swirling around at a choreography he obviously led.

Taehyung saw that he wasn't gaining any attention when he was clearly the one who was making you feel satisfied right now with his own dick and there you were happily making out with Jungkook, jealousy rising in his chest. In anger, he pulled himself out of you only to slam his dick back inside you making you let out a lewd noise from your mouth, forcing you to move away from Jungkook's lips. "Attention here, M/n. I'm the one making you feel good."

You nodded your head while Taehyung leaned his body and moved your head to look at him and pulled you in for a rough kiss. Jungkook noticed that Taehyung was trying to get all your attention for himself only and he didn't like it one bit. If anything, he should have been the one fucking your ass into oblivion had not been for his bleeding penis. Jungkook growled possessively and glared at Taehyung who only side eyed the younger as he continued to thrust his dick in and out of you at an animalistic pace.

It was you who pulled away from Taehyung, feeling bad that Jungkook wasn't getting any of your recognition that he deserved. "Kookie..." You said while your ass was getting pounded angrily by Taehyung, as your tears fell down your face from the pleasure that you felt. You parted the male's bangs and placed a kiss on his forehead shaking as you felt yourself grow weak from how much Taehyung fucked your ass, the bliss making your knees buckle the only thing that supported you from standing was Taehyung's strong hands that gripped on your hips tightly.

"Fuck, I'm near. So fucking near." Taehyung said, as you also felt the same.

"I-Inside me, sunbae. Please, breed me. Make me pregnant." You weakly told the male out of pure desperation and eagerness.

"Shit, M/n!" Taehyung growled loudly as he gritted his teeth from how strong he rammed his cock into you. Loud skin slapping and wet noises emitted from the two of you as his thrusts started to get sloppy. "I'm cumming. Cumming!"

"Yes, yes! Ah!" You let out a high pitched moan whilst Taehyung buried his length inside of you and stayed there painting your walls with his cum, finishing inside of you.

Taehyung panted thrusting a few more times to ride out his high. After, he pulled out of you and watched as his thick liquid he filled you with dripped down from your ass. Your legs finally gave in and fell to the floor, you fainting from so much exhaustion.

---------

Your eyes fluttered open feeling yourself laid on something soft. You finally realized that you were resting on the bed inside the clinic when you sat up and looked around. You felt your head throb a little as you held your head and tried to recall what happened. "What the hell..." Then, everything that happened this morning came rushing back into your head making you heave out a loud sigh in disbelief. You did it again. You let someone have their way with you again. Also, one thing that stuck to your head was what Taehyung said. "So, sunbae, wasn't really genuinely kind... to me?"

The door to the room clicked open and you immediately went back to your sleeping position and acted asleep. Footsteps approached you and stopped in their tracks. You heard a person sigh. "Fuck... This is all your fault."

"Me?! You were the one who planned all this!"

"Who the fuck got so angry just 'cause he wasn't getting any attention?"

"Well, who... well.."

"Stop!" You interrupted the two fearing that their arguing would grow worse.

Their heads turned to you and you swore that you could see both of them sparkle in delight. "M/n!" They ran to you and hugged you. "M/n, oh my goodness. Are you hurt somewhere? Hmm? Tell me."

"Nowhere in particular, but—Ah, stop!" You said and held both of your hands up at them as though to tell them to be quiet. "I'm... I'm..." Your eyes looked up at Taehyung, hurt evident in your eyes before you finally cried pulling your knees close to your chest.

"Oh, fuck. M/n! I'm so sorry. Please, don't take what I said seriously. It was just, you know, a script. I was being real when I treated you and your friend kindly. Honest." Taehyung said all in one go to defend himself, regretting ever thinking of saying those things. He knew it would hurt you, but he still went for it. "Forgive sunbae, M/n. I didn't mean it."

You sobbed and sniffed, wiping your tears. "Really?"

"Yeah." Taehyung replied.

Jungkook was a very big baby and didn't know what to do in these type of situations, so in result he climbed up on the bed and gave you a big hug, the hug turning into a cuddle session. You hated Jungkook with all your guts, but why? Why did you let him do what he wants from you? "Kookie... You.. are you okay?"

Jungkook nodded his head. "Yeap. Thankfully, it wasn't a deep cut, but that would be a lesson for me not to mess with a person like you." He chuckled awkwardly making you laugh lightly.

"Hey, not fair. You both get to cuddle." Taehyung whined, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Come on here." You told Taehyung and he gladly crawled towards you as you repositioned yourself to straddle his thighs, while Jungkook placed himself behind you, supporting Taehyung from carrying your weight. "I like this." You said and rested your back against Jungkook's hard built chest before placing a kiss on his chin.

"Uhm... M/n...? We were meaning to ask you." Taehyung started. You hummed in reply while Taehyung blushed shyly. "Would you be fine to enter a.. uhm.. polyamorous relationship with us?"

You looked at Jungkook, then at Taehyung, then back at Jungkook. You pointed at yourself and tilted your head to the side. "Me? Are your sure?"

"Yes. You and only you." Jungkook answered and planted a kiss on top of your head.

You giggled and nodded your head. "I'll be more than happy to."

On the other hand, Hyejoo was busy taking photos eating her sandwich away. "This is so cute."

#x male reader #bottom male reader #bxb #male reader #idol x male reader #fanfiction #kpop #bts x male reader #bts jungkook #bts jungkook x male reader #jungkook x male reader #jeon jungkook x male reader #taehyung x male reader #bts taehyung x male reader #kim taehyung x male reader

705 notes · View notes

sulky-valkyrie · 3 years ago

Note

Happy DADWC Friday! You already filled a prompt for me last week that has been living rent free in my brain but... could I get another? 🥺 From the enemies to lovers list: you’ve been wounded, your face is all bruised up, your enemy puts a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to theirs, asking: “who did this to you?” when you don’t answer, they ask again “who did this to you?” For Fenders or anyone with Anders?

For @dadrunkwriting but it's not Friday, because oops.

The thought sprang fully formed and here we are.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

If not for the lyrium, Anders would probably never have noticed. Well, if not for Justice. And the lyrium. Fenris was remarkably stealthy for a man with a greatsword nearly as long as he was tall, but the spirit was as drawn to lyrium as a moth was to a flame. With rather similar rates of injury, too.

The mage sighed as he rolled out of bed and slipped just his coat back on before padding out to the front room. No doubt the elf had been caught up in some stupid gang fight and was raiding his too-meager clinic to waste his too-meager supplies on stopping the bleeding of some stupid scratch when he could just ask for healing like a normal person, but noooooo, magic is stain on his life and he can’t possibly care that mana at least regenerates when dried elfroot doesn’t. He paused at the door to listen and make sure the stubborn fool wasn’t in immediate magical fisting range if he walked in too quickly. He could barely hear Fenris moving around, and if not for Justice’s insistence, would have chalked up what he could make out as simply the ambient noises of Darktown.

A soft hiss and the clang of metal against stone caught his attention . He pushed the door open slowly to make sure the hinge squeaked. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

Fenris spun around, already glowing and teeth bared in a wordless snarl. One eye was swollen shut and his hair was matted and dark from blood. He relaxed instantly and stopped phasing as soon as he recognized the mage, a fact that Anders decided to evaluate later. “It’s you.”

“How many sewer mages do you know?” Anders rushed forward to catch Fenris as he teetered, almost drunkenly. The contact always sent a jolt of tingles through him, regardless of whether the lyrium was activated. Now that he thought about it, though, he wasn’t sure if he ever had touched Fenris when the lyrium was truly singing - Justice, hush, he thought at the spirit.

The elf put a careful hand on Anders’ shoulder. “Not enough.”

“What does that even - no, not important. Let’s get you cleaned up and you can tell me what happened.” He helped Fenris to the nearest cot and waved a hand at the nearest lantern so he could get a better look at his reluctant patient. “Maker, did you fall under a damn minecart?”

“I wish.” The elf winced as Anders helped him slide his tunic off. His chest was mottled with scrapes and bruises. “It would feel less personal, at least.”

That gave Anders pause. “Slavers?”

He shook his head as he tugged his leggings down over one hip, revealing far more than the deep on his thigh, and Anders coughed as Justice averted his eyes. Calm down, this is healing, not seduction. He grabbed a small bowl, filled it with water, and started wiping the blood and dirt away from Fenris’ face. The elf closed his eyes - well, eye - and leaned into Anders’ touch. The head wound was much more shallow than the mage feared, and the eye socket wasn’t fractured, just badly bruised. Ander sighed and started to wipe down the elf’s chest. He was unfairly attractive, and the horror of how the lyrium had ended up in his skin did little to counteract how striking it made him.

Anders hated himself a little for even thinking about Fenris that way, not just because the elf was an example of everything that could go wrong with magic, but because he was just so. Blasted Vicious. About magic, about the dangers of it, everything that Anders was, Fenris hated. And I apparently hate myself just as much for still wondering if - a warning rumble thrummed inside his head - fine Justice, fine. I don’t hate myself, I just don’t know what to do with me about . . . him. He cleared his throat. “So who did this to you?”

“It doesn’t matter. They’re dead now.”

Anders tossed the rag back in the water. “Fine. I’m going to heal you now.” He paused. “I assume that’s okay?”

Fenris spat some blood on the floor. “It will have to be.”

“Look, I know I live in a sewer, but that’s just disgusting.”

“As if that is the worst that has happened on your floor.”

Anders didn’t argue as he started channeling the proper spells to soothe inflammation and knit split skin and blood vessels. “You’ll probably want to rinse your hair before you leave,” he said. “Darktown and Lowtown may ignore a lot, but an elf wandering through Hightown covered in blood is going to -”

“I’m not leaving.” Fenris looked up, meeting Anders’ gaze. “Not tonight at least.”

Justice tamped down his urge to laugh hysterically, but the spirit never could keep him from saying stupid shit. “Are you coming on to me?”

“It’s not safe out there.” Fenris touched Anders’ hand. “For you.”

“Never has been; I’m a mage, remember?” The mage’s heart thudded in his chest as he finished healing the elf’s face and chest before moving on to the wound on his thigh. The usual spells hadn’t seemed to affect it, but that wasn’t entirely uncommon, particularly when the muscle was damaged, but as he pressed a hand against it, a familiar oily numbing sensation crawled up his hand. He recoiled instantly, shaking his entire arm to try to dislodge the feeling of fucking magebane. Justice surged up, taking his voice. “Who poisoned you?”

Fenris stared at him in confusion before looking down at his own torn flesh. “Templars.” He prodded the gash in his leg. “They thought - they wanted me to trick you. They thought I would jump at the chance to send you to the Gallows.” He smiled fiercely. “They were wrong.”

#fenders #fanfic writing #dragon age #da drunk writing circle #anders #fenris #prompt fills

44 notes · View notes

arielxlazarus · 3 years ago

Text

I almost forgot about that fanfic appreciation week, but I wanted to at least do something for it! So here's a rec list for some of my favorite fics in the one piece fandom!

This list is not at all exhaustive btw (there's still loads of other fics in the fandom that I love), so please don't feel bad if you weren't included! Also if anyone wants more recommendations from me, you can check out my bookmarks on my ao3!

Who Knows (what could happen) by Chromi

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to set out to sea as an adventurer. His father, unfortunately, dictated that he was to follow the family tradition and become a doctor instead.

Following a lifetime of hurt and sorrow at the hands of his family, he eventually breaks free and takes to the sea alone - determined to keep it that way. Fate has other ideas in store for him; fate crosses his path with Portgas D. Ace's, a brand new pirate.

And what does he hate more than pirates?

Nothing.

Or: from Sixis to the Moby Dick - the lives of the Spade pirates.

First Time by Chromi

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: "Because it is Ace, and it will only ever be Ace, that he wants to see like this, and he wants to be responsible for unravelling him down to his core and loving him to his very center."

In which Ace and Deuce go all the way for the first time.

@chromiwrites

Seabound by AnkhPosts

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace is a selkie, making one of his periodic stops on land to catch a breather and get some ridiculously tasty human food, maybe see some sights if there are any. His pelt is safely hidden, he'll stay a day or two at most and be on his way.

Deuce is a mer, alone on the sea and traveling as he pleases for the first time in his life, and while he might not be terribly interested in actually interacting with humans it's hard not to see them as fascinating.

Ace meets Deuce. Deuce meets Ace. Neither knows the other isn't human.

@ankhposts

Death is only the beginning by Chizyk

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: “Ankhreshet?” he whipped his head round at the sound of a raspy voice so fast he almost got whiplash. He could feel his body going completely cold as he saw the mummy’s empty eye sockets staring right at him.

@chizyk

I'm Still Here (part of a series) by theprodigypenguin

Rating: M

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace (also Izou/Sabo later in the series)

Summary: "When I do die, don't bother burying me in that empty grave. Put my body in a boat and set me out to sea. Let me sleep eternal on the ocean that my father loved so much; because before everything else in this world, I am a child of the sea, and when I die, I want to return to it. Put me in a boat and set it aflame so I can go down in the same fire I lived."

Forget-Me-Not Fall by theprodigypenguin

Rating: M

Pairing: Izou/Sabo

Summary: “Most of the nobles I’ve met tonight look meticulously put together. They look like they were built to portray a certain image paralleled a hundred times over. People who were copied and pasted. Flawless clothes, flawless faces, flawless makeup, flawless hair.”

“Not me though,” Sabo stated, and Izou hummed.

“It’s comforting.”

“Huh?”

Izou met Sabo’s eye. “Everyone else in this place hides their worst attributes with a mask they modified to fit their faces. They don’t seem to comprehend that those perfect masks only make their worst characteristics more pronounced and defined.” His expression was terribly gentle as his eyes wandered across Sabo’s face. “It’s comforting to be approached by someone not trying to be something else.”

Sabo tilted his head. “How do you know I’m not manipulating you like some common Goa aristocrat?”

Izou smiled. “There are a few reasons.”

@theprodigypenguin

A Light To Guide You Home by TheSkyIsMyHome

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: In a world that despises mutants, Ace lives purely to protect his little brother.

Until the flames inside him find their perfect match and opposite, and he doesn't know what to feel anymore.

The Phoenix's Mate by TheSkyIsMyHome

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Marco is a handsome man. Ace really can't be blamed for being attracted to him. Nobody minds, either.

But Marco isn't always a man. Ace still loves him regardless, and his sexual urges are catching up to that fact.

Marco indulges him, but he might just find himself enjoying it more than he thought he would.

@evvazi

ASL in Red (series) by Kereea

Rating: G-T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law (both asexual), Koala/Sabo, Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks/Benn Beckman, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante/Aokiji | Kuzan, Roronoa Zoro/Sanji, and several other minor ones

Summary: In an alternate universe, forces conspired to put Ace, Sabo, and Luffy in the care of the Red Hair pirates as children.

The Grand Line would never know what hit it.

Mates (part of a series) by Deubatty

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Deuce just wanted to go searching for plants! A nice walk in the woods. Except, he ends up becoming the mate to a very persistent naga

His First Mate The Mermaid (part of a series) by Deubatty

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Instead of finding another person on Sixis, Ace finds a mermaid

@masked-writer

Being Human by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E (no smut)

Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between Marco, Whitebeard, and the rest of the crew as they form)

Summary: The line that differentiates human from object appears to be clear, but sometimes it blurs to the point where it is impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

The Unknown Devil by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace hadn’t expected his last week of imprisonment before his execution to be any different from all the years preceding it. Then again, he hadn’t expected to have Marco the Phoenix as a cellmate for that week, or that Marco’s presence would shake his bleak world so much.

Ripple Effect by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: After the incident with Shanks, Garp didn't take Luffy to Dadan's, unaware of how much that would change the life of his other grandson.

@maisstories

To Build a Home by endlessblankpages

Rating: G

Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between the ASL bros and the Whitebeard Pirates)

Summary: The ASL pirates are used to being accused of crimes they didn't commit. But when they're accused of destroying a small village in the New World, it sends them hurtling toward a deadly confrontation with the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard. The results are not what they were expecting.

Persistence & The Impossible (part of a series) by dragonsfall

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: In order to keep himself from losing his job, Ace takes on an impossible story. Get an interview with the ever-elusive Phoenix. Guess he might as well kiss his job goodbye.

Self Discovery (part of a series) by dragonsfall

Rating: E

Pairing: Izou/Sabo (sort of, it's technically masturbation)

Summary: Sabo has been waiting for a day like this for a while but it doesn’t go quite how he planned it.

@clockworkpanic

A Breach of Intention by Depths

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: It was unspoken, but some pirate crews and mermaids had an unspoken solidarity. Pirates throw their enemies overboard, and the merfolk will take care of them.

mer!ace au

@leviathiane

Running on All Sixes by lunarshores

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Izou/Thatch

Summary: The Whitebeard gang might be one of the most influential in the city, but to Marco they're just his family. Though he sometimes wishes they'd just leave him alone, especially when Izo's playing matchmaker, and Ace is his usual oblivious self. When a brother betrays them, they'll have to fight to show why no one ever messes with their family.

nothing is impossible with you by lunarshores

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Five times Ace and Marco accidentally mixed their flames on accident and one time that was entirely on purpose.

@lunarshores

I Want You to Look at Me by shockandlock

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: One night, Marco is missing from dinner, so Ace decides to bring dinner to him. He's surprised to see Marco wearing glasses and now he can't stop thinking about the way he looks. Now with additional chapter(s) including more miscellaneous MarcoAce PWP!

To My Dear Fire (part of a series) by shockandlock

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Living in the city is a new thing for Ace. After being raised near a cozy coastal mountain town through his childhood, it's definitely a change of pace, but it doesn't help when he loses his new job after an unfortunate encounter with actor Marco Newgate. He just wants to live-- and meet his long time pen pal, Phoenix.

Marco knows that being an actor is hard, so he takes the little things when he can: writing his pen pal (and honestly one of his best friends) Fire Fist, flirting with the cute new waiter at his favorite café-- not that he has a chance after a disaster on social media. But maybe fate really does give him a second chance when Ace shows up at Four Emperor Studios...

@shockandlock

Uncharted Territory by silverwolf_fox

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: This was by far one of Ace's most ridiculous ideas.

When Deuce keeps getting flustered everytime he tries to dominate Ace, they created an opportunity where he didn't have to be afraid of messing up.

Now he's free to do and try whatever he wants...

...so long as Ace doesn't wake up.

Watching the Sunrise (part of a series) by silverwolf_fox

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Many years have passed since Rouge gave up her life for her son’s...except she didn’t die, but she thinks Ace did. Living her life on Baterilla, she’s mourned each and every day until the morning she receives his bounty poster. She sets off immediately to find him, but finds their meeting isn’t as easy as she’d imagined.

@the-devil-fruit-tree

never shall i forget, how you climbed out of a dream by siojo

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: “Kaido,” Ace smirks, flames burning around his feet as he shifts in preparation for Kaido’s next attack, already trying to decide what he’s going to do in response. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve seemed to have been enjoying yourself here.”

“I thought you would be smarter than this, Portgas. You’ve never tried to fight another Yonko before, your bounty won’t matter much when you lose.”

Ace barks a laugh, his teeth bared in a facsimile of a grin, “You must have missed out on the brawl I had with Big Mom after she sent two of her daughters and a son for me to consider marrying. This is a bit more personal than that.”

@wordsdrippinginink

Reborn in Fire by aerle

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Fireman Marco has earned the nickname 'the Phoenix' by saving numerous people from a certain death. After an accident however, he has to relearn to walk and gets a new job as arson inspector at a different fire station. There he gets confronted with a boy from his past, now all grown up and gorgeous.

Three's a Crowd, Four's a Double Date by aerle

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace (main), Izou/Thatch (secondary)

Summary: "We're not dating," Marco said definitively. "That we're sharing a bed tonight is a total coincidence."

@aerle

Universal Dive by EmpressKira

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace had been making his way through the city to go to one of his favorite cafes. Well, that was until this hole ripped in the sky and some pirate fell out with the flaming bird guy following. Getting targeted, he is dragged into a different world with pirates and everything defying the reality he is used to. Will he make it home? Will he go back when the time comes?

@empresskira

Blue moon (series) by de_Winter

Rating: T-M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Urban fantasy AU, werewolf Marco and witch Ace

Red Velvet by de_Winter

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace already knew their routine by heart, just from observing them for a couple of mornings when he had early delivery, and from Izou’s daily long winded—and probably sexually frustrated—rants. Big Blond would come out of the bakery wearing a shirt too tight for him and too thin for the weather as soon as he was done setting up the tables inside the storefront, holding a take out cup and a small box in his big hands. They looked really, pleasantly big from where Ace was standing, and he honestly wished he wasn't standing that far away.

@dee-de-winter

We'll Look Back and Laugh at Ourselves by JuHuaTai

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Gol D. Roger/Portgas D. Rouge

Summary: Between his new boyfriend and his workaholic boss, Marco felt like he was surrounded by family issues of the father and son dispute variety. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Or maybe he should've listened to the office gossip more. Maybe then he'd figure it out sooner.

Gratitude of the Phoenix (part of a series) by JuHuaTai

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: [Based on 'The Crane Wife' Folklore]

One day, he saved a bird from freezing to death in a trap. Then, a stranger saved him from suffering the same fate, and a request to stay for one night turned into having someone to fill the void left in the small cottage and in his heart ever since his brothers left.

These two incident doesn’t seem to be related to one another, but they both changed Ace’s life in ways he could never have imagined.

Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud) by stereden

Rating: T

Pairing: None (heavy focus on Buggy, Shanks, and Crocus)

Summary: The Roger Pirates disappeared after their Captain's death, and were happy enough to let the Marines forget about them.

Until the Marines decide to execute their Captain's son, that is.

@stereden

This Bites! by Xomniac

Rating: M

Pairing: None (heavy focus on a main character oc and the strawhat pirates)

Summary: Sea Kings, sea-sickness, sunburns, a 95% genocidal Navy and more than a million and one other assorted ways to die. It's official: Being inserted into an anime sucks ass... Buuut I guess it could be worse. I mean, look on the bright side: At least I'm sailing with the future king of the pirates.

A Fortune that Never Grows Old by imperialmint

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: It's one thing to get butterflies in your stomach when you seen an attractive person but it's another thing entirely for Marco to want to stomp out a courtship ritual and lay foundations for a nest when he meets the navy's new (hot) secret weapon.

@imperialmint

Most of the authors on this list have many other excellent one piece fics I'd definitely suggest checking out! Enjoy your reading and try to show them all some love if you can!

201 notes · View notes

purru · 2 years ago

Text

A Piece of Work

▷ Summary; there are lame jokes, and there’s one joke that gets under Victor’s skin

⚠️ content advisory: captivity, emotional hurt/comfort

Fandom: original characters (vampire with a penchant for dad jokes and his human servant who swears like a sailor), set in late 80s

Note: fill for day 15 of Whumptober - Emotional Damage @whumptober-archive

“That’s the dumbest idea you’ve had today,” Victor shook his head. Apparently the bloodsucker wasn’t appeased with the idea of having a regular snowball fight and had invited Victor to partake in a snowblower fight very late into the night.

“I think it’s brilliant, Vic.”

“Not a chance,” the human spat back, hands on his hips. “It’s almost midnight.” Victor knew he needed to shut the bloodsucker’s idea down. Who could guess what outrageous suggestion would come next, brush cutter fight?

“That’s exactly why. I couldn’t do it in the evening; I have a reputation to maintain,” the redheaded vampire leaned against the wall. “Can’t let guests see me frolicking in the snow.”

Victor laughed sarcastically as he opened the blood refrigerator, “Sure, sure, sure.” Without even looking at the vampire, he took out the nearest bloodbag and placed it on the top of the nearest desk. The human muttered as he fetched a large glass from the cupboard, “What a piece of work.”

The vampire let out an exaggerated sigh, one that Victor knew lacking any meaningful discontent, “You need to loosen up, kitten. Have fun and try new things.”

“Maybe you need to grow a new brain.”

“And maybe you need a new master.”

Victor blinked. It felt like he’s in autopilot when he plugged the fluid warmer into a socket. “Yeah, I can just sell you,” the vampire snickered. “You know, there’s this lawyer–one of my kind, of course. Calm and meticulous man with 401(K).”

The human stood there motionless, there was weird pressure inside his throat. The vampire carried on excitedly, “Marylander, into bible studies and alien movies. Adores dogs. He’d be a good fit for you.”

Victor was sure the vampire was still chattering about nonsense but it was hard to process any word. Cold dread engulfed his mind as he realized he might have crossed another line. His vision went blurry and he bit his lower lip, trying to get a hold of himself. Something burned through his sinuses. No way, no, he’s too old for this emotional bullshit. Victor didn’t realize his eyes were filled to the brim with tears until the vampire turned his attention to him.

“Vic?”

A single tear slid down his cheek. He looked down, trying to focus his attention at the fluid warmer. Clenching his fist, he blinked another angry tear away. His vision was getting blurrier. Shit, this wasn’t happening.

“Oh no,” the vampire moved closer as Victor turned his face away from his direction. He tried to take a deep, trembling breath. The human squeezed his eyelids shut, hoping it would stop the tears.

“Oh no, no. Dear, what’s wrong?” Victor gave no answer. When the vampire’s hand, devoid of warmth, wiped his tears away, he flinched. New tears tumbled down among quiet sobs. He wanted to give an answer but he’s terrified he would make things worse; the vampire had previously proven that he could put Victor in his place.

He had lied to himself and pretended that he was just a regular personal assistant working for an oddball of a superior. But really, Victor was aware that the old vampire had never regarded him as a human, his own person–an employee. He knew his kind was a world apart from humans, despite how seamlessly the bloodsucker blends with modern society. Victor was taken care of, and he’s grateful this particular vampire had never fed off him so far, but this was a harsh reminder that the bloodsucker truly considered him a property–something that could be discarded at whim. Something constricted his chest; it hurt.

The vampire gently stroked Victor’s hair, “I thought you didn’t like working for me.” Victor bit his lower lip once again before finally succumbing to his emotion. “I don’t!” he fired through tears, his voice cracking. God help him. This was a nightmare and he just wanted to go home. The vampire gave him an indiscernible look.

“But you can’t–you can not just sell me,” his voice shook, he loathed the way his body betrayed him. “You–you,” Victor hissed and tightly gripped the vampire’s hand. The redhead didn’t seem to mind the human gripping his hand, he brought his other hand to cup Victor’s cheek.

In a heartbeat, Victor melted into the touch. Pathetic. His dam finally broke, now he’s openly crying, taking breaths in short sudden bursts. Childish. He buried his face into the vampire’s shoulder, wishing it would muffle the unintelligible high pitched sounds that escaped his mouth.

For a while the vampire let Victor weep into his shoulder. Eventually he smoothed Victor’s hair with his hand, “Shush, shush, I’m sorry.” The human stopped his motion for a second, not believing his ears. “Victor, I was just kidding.”

Victor slightly moved away from the vampire. Before he even responded, the vampire added, “It was an ill-spirited joke. I apologize, I shouldn’t have said that.”

The human felt lightheaded. He wiped nearly dried tears with his sleeves. “You were kidding? And here I thought,” a quick sob, “I thought I’ve angered you again. That you’ve finally lost your patience.” There was a weird buzz inside his head. He gave the vampire a lingering look before looking down, disinclined to hold more conversation.

“Look at me, mortal.” Victor recognized an order when he heard one. He forced himself to comply, his lips trembled slightly. “That was a foul joke, it will not happen again,” the vampire stopped before continuing, “I’ve made a commitment back then. You are not to be handed to anyone else. Not now, not ever.”

“You’re not selling me,” the human rephrased, secretly looking for reassurance.

“Such a thing is beneath me.”

Victor fell quiet. He didn’t know how to react to this. This whole situation was getting awkward.

He sniffled, pointlessly wiping another tear that had dried. A wave of relief lifted him over. Then came the silent resentment. It was the bare minimum. He shouldn’t be satisfied that the bloodsucker was doing basic human decency, he shouldn’t let himself be comforted by a ghoul.

Then again, the vampire obviously wasn’t human. That still doesn’t make it right, his voice of reason objected. Victor could feel the top of his head forming a tight throbbing knot–the telltale of incoming headache. It was getting late and he’s slowly getting drowsy.

“I’ll make you a hot chocolate,” the vampire ruffled Victor’s hair, as if sensing the unspoken tension. The sudden gesture soothed Victor in ways he wouldn’t care to admit. “Afterwards you’ll go straight to bed, no need to prepare for my meal.” The vampire added as he started to head to the kitchen area.

Victor shifted his weight, completely forgetting about the bloodbag. “And I’m sorry too,” a slight pause as the human mustered his composure, “Sorry for calling you a piece of work, Mr. Montgomery.”

The vampire looked back at Victor, his expression softened, “Well, I am a piece of work.”

#whumptober2022 #no.15 #emotional damage #oc #fic #emotional hurt/comfort #pet whump #my writing #oc: victor 🎮

6 notes · View notes

weareallstoriesintheend · 3 years ago

Text

As Long As You Need (Reader x Adam Sackler)

Summary: Adam and Reader are hookup buddies. Adam gets concerned that you don't want to see him for a few weeks and comes over to check on reader. Reader is struggling with anxiety/depression and Adam comforts them through a panic attack.

Warnings: Depression, anxiety & panic attacks

Note: This was the fic I wrote for the Summer 2021 @adcuficexchange for LondonID!🥰 I hope this fic is something that resonates with people, I know mental health is a vast and personal subject but I hope something hits home. Even if it's just some beautiful care from our favourite gremlin 💕

The light of the day was fading slowly and the grey cover of dusk was slipping its way into the room. You lay in bed, head tucked against the pillows, body exhausted with the expense of the energy anxiety was taking from you. You felt empty and yet full to the brim, your mind weighed so heavy that you could barely move most days. The second you heard the loud thumping knocks on your front door you jolted as if waking up from a bad dream.

“Kid you in there?” Adams voice came, muffled by the thick wood of the doors between you, booming through your silence. You realised in that moment that you hadn’t spoken to him or seen him for a while and as someone who was a pretty regular occurrence in your life it suddenly felt strange to hear his voice after such a long time, you pulled your phone out from under the pillow and unlocked it. Your eyes screwed shut at the blinding light, but peeking through your eyelashes you checked your messages. Your last text to him had been nearly 3 weeks ago, then the page was just filled with him texting you again and again. All of which, in the haze of your mind, you had ignored. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him; you craved his cheeky smile, soft hair and adorable galaxy of freckles that smattered his skin. It was just the thought of having to explain the tornado that was tearing you apart that felt like a crushing pressure you couldn’t bear. Basic daily life was enough, sometimes too much, so anything on top of that you had shut out.

You curled yourself into the sheets a little more, pulling them around your shoulders. Although they were soft cotton the brush of them across your overly sensitive skin felt like sandpaper dragging over a raw exposed nerve. You stayed as still as possible whilst his knocks continued to echo through your apartment.

In a way you wondered if you had any obligation to him at all, you guys just hooked up every now and again after meeting at a mutual friends birthday party a year or so ago. Nothing serious, no dates, just fucking. He scratched an itch for you so you didn’t have to brave the dating world that daunted you. He was fun, he made you laugh but he didn’t pressure you to spend any more time with him than coming over to hold you face down into your mattress allowed.

The knocks turned to bangs of a fist and you pulled your blanket over your head, maybe he’d just go away if he thought you weren’t home. Your body thrummed with the disturbance of your comfortable silence and it made you uneasy. A slight nausea rippled through your throat. “I know you’re home” his voice bellowed, you closed your eyes and didn’t respond. “Open the fucking door kid” he shouted, he didn’t sound angry but you couldn’t quite make out the tone. He’d never used it before around you that’s for sure, he almost sounded worried. Then there was more thumping on the door, “Kid, for fucks sake your sweet old lady neighbour is looking at me like I’m fucking nuts, open the door”

You sighed and slung yourself off the bed onto your feet. The rush of movement made your head spin; your muscles and joints ached with a lack of energy. You tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the main room of your apartment, hoping that he couldn’t hear your deliberately soft padding footsteps. With your eyes trained on the door you didn’t notice the chair sticking out from the table and you bumped it as you passed. You froze dead still waiting to see if he’d heard it.

“I can hear you rustling around in there. Just open the fucking door and talk to me”

“I don’t want you to see me” you replied hesitantly, not raising the volume of your voice too high knowing he could hear you through the door now. The croak of your voice finally speaking was crackly and broken. “Why not?”

“I… I don’t look great” you looked at yourself in the reflection of the painting hanging on the wall. In the glass you could just about see yourself looking back; your hair was greasy and dishevelled, your eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with red and dark circles created a deep shadow underneath them. You suddenly balked at how awful you actually looked, you hadn’t showered in a few days and it really showed. Your face looked kind of gaunt with the limited food and sleep you’d given yourself for the last few weeks, mind always racing with one thought after another. The racing thoughts only leaving space for the basics of working at your laptop for 8 hours a day and activities to numb your mind till a restless bedtime. “Are you kidding?” he scoffed, thumping his fist once against the door, “I’ve seen you sweating, crying and covered in my cum… I don’t think you looking a little messy is going to be bother me” You cringed at how loud he was talking and in your embarrassment you frantically pulled the door open, “Jesus Adam don’t say that so loud my neighbours will hear y-“ you paused mid-sentence when you saw how he was looking at you. He was shocked and trying to hide it but his eyes were wide with sympathy. You instantly went to close the door on him again but he put his overly large foot in the way.

“Nope, no way! You opened it, I’m like a vampire, you’ve got to let me in now” he smiled cheekily. You sighed and let go of the door walking away from him. “Listen I don’t know why you’re here” you said, voice trailing behind you as you made your way to the couch hearing him step inside and close the door behind him, “I don’t really think I’m in any fit state to be fucking anyone” “I’m not here to fuck you” he retorted, for some reason that kind of stung. “Then why are you here?” you said, nestling into the couch cushions as he firmly placed himself standing in front of you. Adam was staring down at you with that intense glare he always seemed to have and you squinted your eyes, hurting due to the light from the windows, to look up at him. “Why am I here? You haven’t talked to me for like… three weeks. What the fuck do you think I’m doing here? I thought I was going to find you rotting in the bathtub or some shit” You rolled your eyes “I’m fine” “Oh right this…” he paused, flailing his arms at the quite frankly disgusting state of your living room, “… this is ‘fine’?” “This is as good as it gets” you muttered under your breath. He scoffed and you looked up at him, you took a second to take him in. He’d clearly run here, the beads of sweat were trailing gently down his temples and had matted the curly little front pieces of his hair. The outfit he was wearing, a dark blue cut off tank top, grey knee length shorts and heavy tan work boots over cream socks, would look kind of uncoordinated on anyone else but something about Adam always just… made sense.

“What do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Nothing” you rolled your eyes again, “You know you can just go right? I don’t even know why you’re bothering”

“What are you talking about kid? I wanted to make sure you were alright. You went all ghost on me and I was worried about you”

“Worried?” now it was your turn to scoff, you could feel the sickening panic rolling around inside your stomach and you needed him to leave.

“Yeah kid… worried” Adams voice suddenly had a tinge of anger behind it and it made the panic swirl harder around inside you.

“Well I don’t need you to worry about me. That’s not your job, your job is to fuck me and leave. And you’re good at that. So you do your job and I’ll do mine”

“Not true” he retorted, face screwed up a little against the harshness of your words.

“You were the one that set those rules Adam” you replied, frustration tainting your words “You don’t need to act like you give a shit”

“Hey when I commit, I really commit” “Commit to what?” you shouted, losing a little of your patience as your ears started to ring and the blood pumped through your body like a steady beat of music. “Commit to you!” he yelled back “We may not be dating or whatever but when I want someone in my life I work for that. Clearly you don’t…we are supposed to be fucking friends after all!”

He had every right to be mad, you had barely treated him like a human being lately and the wash of guilt made your heart start to jump in its rhythm. You could feel the brush of heat up the back of your neck and your pulse thudding in your ears. You shook your head wishing away what you knew was happening; the panic of the overwhelming sense of everything was rising up from your toes. He couldn’t see you like this, it was too embarrassing.

Although your breath was basically coming out like gasps you looked up at him and firmly said “Please leave”

He shook his head “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re avoiding me. Did I do something?” You stood up from your seat on the couch but didn’t get very far, your body felt over stimulated and you couldn’t get your mind clear enough to decide where to go to escape him. So you started pacing back and forth, hands clenching and unclenching at your sides.

“Adam please just go” this time your voice betrayed you even further, the tell-tale break in your speech giving away the tears that had begun to brim in your eyes. You pushed the base of your palms harshly into your eye sockets, rubbing away the tears. “Hey hey hey” he said softly, reaching out for your wrists and you flinched back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Please just leave!” you shouted, panicked breath coming out of you in heavy pants. “I can’t breathe” you whispered to yourself turning away from him. Your tears, now virtually unstoppable, cascaded down your cheeks as the panic truly set in. You swayed slightly as you began to feel light-headed.

“Tell me what you need” you heard him say, but his voice felt like it was miles away from you even as he stood mere steps away with his hands outstretched slightly in your direction.

This was it, you were officially going crazy. You couldn’t even handle a simple conversation or own up to your shitty actions. You stole a glance at Adam, his eyebrows were pulled down with concern watching you and a wave of nausea rolled up into the back of your throat. He was going to think you were insane after this, this was the last time you were ever going to see him and this was how you were acting. You felt your cheeks heat up, burning with panic and embarrassment. One of the only things that kept you afloat, the only thing had made you happy as of late, was going to walk out. You could imagine him telling his friends about the crazy chick he used to fuck on the side, “She just totally flipped out on me, honestly man fucking nuts” you could practically hear his voice already, full of mocking vitriol towards you.

Then you really started to hyperventilate, chest aching with the weight of your gasps, but something in the back of your mind gave you respite… that wasn’t Adam. That wouldn’t be how he would act. He was kind. You glanced up at him as your hands began to shake violently.

“I-I’m sorry” you stuttered out, you felt your body collapse underneath you as the room began to spin around you. He dove forward to catch you as your body buckled down to the hard wooden floor.

“Come here” his voice was gentle and barely audible to you but he held you tight, this time you didn’t flinch and he quickly gathered you into his arms in the fear you would move away from him again. “It’s just a panic attack, you’re going to be okay. I’m right here, it’ll be over soon” As he pulled you into his chest, seating himself on the floor with you, he stretched his long legs out around you so his whole body was caging you against him. Your breath instantly started to slow down as the warmth and closeness of him soothed you. He didn’t speak too much, he just calmed your mind with hushed whispers of “Shhh” and “You’re going to be okay”.

You clung yourself to him, vibrating with the force of the trembles that were wracking your body. Your teeth chattered in your head causing you to screw your eyes closed in pain. Your fingers wound tight in his shirt as your breathing finally began to even out. Your body released some of the tension that was winding your muscles tight and you leant a little more into his chest.

“H-how did you know?” you stammered, voice barely above a whisper as you regained your breath.

He shrugged “My mom used to get them… and my sister for a while. I’m used to it.” he smiled softly, lips merely twitching up at the edges as he gauged your reaction. He stroked his large hand through your tangled hair, massaging his fingers over your scalp as your body relaxed and you sighed. “Better?” he asked, placing a careful kiss to the top of your head. You nodded, the scent of his cologne and sweat drifted over you as you kept yourself gripped against him, not quite ready to be moved from his warmth.

“You didn’t have to do this” you croaked, looking up at him now. He shook his head and rolled his eyes jokingly, a smirk coming over his lips as he does it.

“You know we don’t just have to fuck right? We can be more than that.” he chuckled, holding your face gently with one hand, “We can also talk, we are friends right?”

You nodded again, looking up at him with wide glassy eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose and you scrunched it.

“Listen maybe we’re just friends for a little while. We can… get lunch or walk through the park when the weather gets better. Whatever you want” he shrugged, you smiled at the level of effort he was so clearly trying to give. Adam hated stuff like that, lunches out and walks in the park; he often said how trivial it all seemed to him. He liked to be at home in his own little world. So the fact he was offering to make you feel better was more than enough to bring a smile to your face. You nodded and giggled when he pumped the air with his fist in celebration.

“And you know, if you need someone to come with you to therapy or whatever I can do that too” he mumbled clearly unsure how you would respond, “You still go to therapy right? I know you mentioned it a while ago and I figured-“ he began to ramble nervously. You pressed your hand into his chest and nodded.

You pushed yourself up a little and placed a kiss to his cheek, “That would help, thank you”

He shuffled a little and rose to get to his feet before extending a hand out to you. You clasped your hand across his, so much smaller in his grasp, and used his body weight to pull yourself up on unsteady legs. He wrapped his arms around you a little bit, his body hunched over yours protectively.

“But first, you need food… and a shower” he paused for a moment, making small grunt-like thinking noises as he looked you over. Then all at once he dipped and gathered you up in his arms, you squealed loudly and wrapped your arms around his neck “What are you doing?” you protested through unsure giggles.

He didn’t say anything but started walking towards your bathroom. He kicked the door open with the toe of his boot and swung his arms so that your head just missed the door frame. He propped you, sitting upright, on the edge of your bathtub before reaching up and turning on your shower. He gestured for you to stand as the water began heating up behind you. Soft clouds of steam quickly started to rise up around the room and he nodded with satisfaction. He tentatively tugged at the base of your oversized-hoodie and you raised your arms above your head. He slipped your hoodie off in one swift motion and dropped it to the floor beside you both. You self-consciously crossed your arms over your now bare chest and he smiled down at you. He placed a kiss to your forehead before kneeling down to wriggle your panties off your hips and down your legs. You shuffled shyly, despite the fact he’d seen you naked so very many times, and stepped out of them as he reached your ankles. He tossed them on top of your hoodie, placing a tender kiss to your stomach as he knelt in front of you, before standing back up to his full height “I’ll get you fresh stuff and wash those” he noted, almost to himself as he spun you by your shoulders so you had your back to him. “You get in there” he pointed to the steady stream of hot water creating billows of steam in the small bathroom, “And I’m going to make you some soup, you still have cans of that chicken one you like?” You nodded once and he placed a firm kiss to your shoulder. With his hands on your waist he placed a final kiss to the top of your head before his touch left you completely. You smiled at his constant need to show you physical care, it was like he understood how even simple affection could heal even the worst of the pain your brain could throw at you. You turned to look over your shoulder as he left the room; like he sensed your hesitation he stopped and turned to look at you with a sweet smile…

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll stay with you as long as you need me too”

#adam sackler x reader #adam sackler #tw:mental health #adam sackler x you #adcu #adcu fic #adcu summer fic exchange #adcu fic exchange

84 notes · View notes

mozart-the-meerkitten · 2 years ago

Text

Time for another obscure character comparison post! This time through excerpts from each story.

Connecting thread: a sad, traumatized man who just wants to go home to his family and thinks he’s a coward but is just out there doing insanely brave things like rescuing girls from crazy people who are trying to kill them.

Suddenly, Slarb’s growl was cut short. Trembling, Leeli opened her eyes and saw the Fang’s claws clutching desperately at an arm locked tight around his throat. She couldn’t see the person’s face, only a tuft of white hair sticking up from behind Slarb’s shoulder- but the arm around Slarb’s throat had a dirty knitted sock pulled up to the elbow. Slarb’s black eyes wheeled in their sockets as he scratched and dug into the socked arm, but it did no good. The arm held firm. Slarb staggered backward and turned away from Leeli, revealing lanky Peet the Sock Man, who was either brave enough or foolish enough (and maybe both) to attack a Fang barehanded, or sock-handed, as it turned out. Peet’s eyes were squeezed shut as he hung on desperately to the thrashing Fang. Slarb’s teeth were bared and oozing with yellowish venom, but his movements were slowing down. Leeli began to hope that just maybe she would live to see her family and Nugget again. Peet was grunting, straining to keep his grip on the twisting beast; though blood was soaking the sock where Slarb’s claws were digging into Peet’s forearm, he showed no sign of pain. Slarb spun around, so fast that Peet’s feet flew out behind him. The Fang lurched this way and that, his tail whipping the underbrush. Finally he fell first to one knee and then to the ground, unconscious. Peet lay on top of Slarb, gasping for air. After a moment, he loosened his grip and carefully slid his arm out from under the creature’s neck. When Peet saw Leeli, he relaxed and stood up, brushing himself off as if embarrassed Leeli was still crouched down in the brush at the edge of the trees, looking warily at her rescuer. “Thank you,” she said timidly. “That was very brave.”

-The Wingfeather Saga book one: On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness by Andrew Peterson (tv show based on the book coming December 2nd!)

“Well how about it?” inquired Dustfinger, taking a step back. “Do you dare come in here with me, or would you rather go on hitting little girls?” Basta stood there motionless, like a child whose ears have been suddenly and unexpectedly boxed. Then he seized Meggie’s arm and dragged her toward him. She felt something cold on her throat. She didn’t have to see it to know what it was. Her mother screamed and pulled at Dustfinger’s hand but he only held it higher in the air. “I knew it!” he said. “What a coward you are, Basta! You’d rather put a knife to a child’s throat than venture in here. Of course if Flatnose were here to back you up, too, with his broad back and his great fat fists- but he isn’t. Come along, you’re the one with the knife! I’ve got nothing but my hands, and you know how I hate to misuse them for fighting.” Meggie felt Basta’s grip relax. The blade was no longer pressing into her skin. She swallowed and put a hand to her throat. She almost expected to feel warm blood, but there was none. Basta pushed her away so hard that she stumbled and fell on the damp, cold floor. Then he put his hand into his pants pocket and brought out a bunch of keys. He was panting with rage like a man who had run too far and too fast. Fingers trembling, he put the key into the lock of the cell. Dustfinger watched him, his face impassive. He gestured to Meggie’s mother to step back from the grating and retreated himself, nimble as a dancer. You couldn’t tell from his scarred face whether he was afraid or not, but the scars looked darker than usual. “What’s that for?” he said, when Basta came into the cell and held out his knife. “You might as well put it away. If you kill me you’ll spoil Capricorn’s fun. He won’t forgive you for that in a hurry.” Yes he was afraid. Meggie could hear it in his voice. The words were spilling out of his mouth a little too fast. “Who said anything about killing?” growled Basta as he closed the cell door behind him. Dustfinger retreated as far as the stone coffin. “Am you were thinking of adding a few more decorations to my face?” he was almost whispering. There was something else in his voice now- hatred, scorn, rage. “Don’t expect it to be so easy this time,” he said softly. “I’ve learned a few useful tricks since then.”

…

“I’ll cut your filthy fingers off if you try to touch me!” yelled Basta, his face red with rage. “Every one of them, and your tongue into the bargain.” He lunged with the knife again, cutting through the air with the bright blade, but Dustfinger avoided it. He was leaping around Basta faster and faster, ducking, retreating, advancing, but suddenly he found that his fearless dance had trapped him. He had only the bare wall behind him now, and the grating cutting off his retreat to the right- and Basta was coming straight at him. At that moment Meggie’s mother raised her hand. The stone hit Basta on the head. Astonished, he spun around, looked at her as if trying to remember who she was, and put his hand to his bleeding face. She never knew how Dustfinger did it, but suddenly he had Basta’s knife in his hand. Basta was staring at its familiar blade in amazement, as if he couldn’t grasp the fact that the faithless thing was pointing at his own chest.

-Inkheart, by Cornelia Funke

Tillman had knocked the white ironstone bowl off his tray, shattering it on the tile next to him. “I told you!” he yelled, swinging his feet off the bed, and kicked at the shards to make room to stand. “I said they were here!”

Belle wasn’t sure whether the bowl being sent to the floor was purposeful or an accident, but it had to be cleared up either way, before he cut his feet on it. “Stay right where you are,” she said. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“I don’t take orders from your kind,” Tillman said, fixing her with that severe look again.

Turning back to Captain Gold, she sighed, giving him a smile. “I’ll be right back - I’m going to clean up before he and Gardner can start something over it.”

Belle took the tray from the end of the bed and sat it on the floor so that she could place the broken pieces on it. Tillman squatted down next to her, apparently having snapped out of it and deciding to help. “Thank you,” she said. “Be careful, don’t cut yourself.” At least ironstone didn’t shatter to virtual sand as some china did. She concentrated on picking up the small fragments he’d scattered, and he reached for a larger piece.

Before she knew it, he’d hauled her to her feet, holding her against him with an arm wrapped in an iron grip around her chest and upper arms, pressing the point of the ironstone shard to her neck.

Belle pulled at his forearm on instinct. “Lieutenant Tillman!” she cried, and she heard running footsteps. “Lieutenant Tillman, it’s all right, it’s Nurse French! You know me!”

“I know damn well what you are, and you’re no nurse,” he snarled near her ear.

Rummond’s heart pounded so hard against his ribs that his breastbone ached. He’d been watching Belle; it was difficult to take his eyes off of her. Tillman moved so fast, though, he hadn’t even time to get a word out before she’d been grabbed up in a hostage hold.

He knew he couldn’t have gotten across the aisle quickly enough, but as soon as Tillman turned and Rummond was out of the Lieutenant’s line of sight, he slipped from the far side of his bunk and crossed to the other side of the ward, where he could move more quickly without being seen.

“Crazy bugger thinks she’s a German,” Lieutenant Booth snorted as his bunkmate snuck away.

Belle vaguely knew as more and more people gathered. Other nurses and orderlies dared get closest, their voices muddled as they all tried to talk to Tillman, each thinking they could talk sense into him. Her ears hummed and she felt lightheaded and too hot, and she knew it was adrenaline, but that didn’t help to clear her whirling thoughts. She had been in dangerous situations since becoming a nurse, but this was the first to threaten her so directly, and terror grew in the pit of her stomach.

“Lieutenant Michael Tillman! Let her go!” Dr. Whale barked above the other voices, and Belle zeroed in on him. Dr. Hopper stood next to him, face blanched, and Ruby stood on the other side. Graham stood beside Dr. Hopper, his hands raised, and Belle couldn’t hear what he said over everyone else, but he looked frightened. Well, at least she wasn’t overreacting to her situation, then.

Some of the patients were hovering at mid-range, most keeping a few feet back from the staff, and she saw worry in their faces, as well. Dr. Glass watched from the ward doors with an almost neutral expression. She didn’t see Captain Gold, though. She should have been able to see him on his bed when she shifted her eyes that way, but he was gone. If she could only see him, see the look on his face, she thought she might be better able to gauge just what kind of trouble she was in. She felt as if his face would give her the truth.

Jefferson whispered, “What are you doing?” as Rummond passed. Rummond swatted a hand in his direction, giving him a look sharp enough to quiet him immediately in return for the question.

He crept between the beds at the far end of the room and made himself as small and low as he could as he moved back up the other aisle. Less than half the length of the room away. He slowed himself to silence the pat of his bare footsteps.

“No one would believe me! And look where we are now!” Tillman ranted, shaking her.

“Lieutenant,” Belle said, praying she could calm him long enough for his delusion to break, or for something to stop him. “I know it feels real, but I promise you-”

“Shut up!” he snapped, shaking her again.

Belle clenched her eyes shut, feeling the piece of ironstone move on her skin. When she opened them again, Tillman had turned enough that she caught movement in the reflection of the window beside his bed. She saw just enough to tell her who it was. Captain Gold.

She could have sobbed, though whether in relief that someone was making an effort to do something or in fear for him, she couldn’t be sure. Tillman was easily fifty pounds heavier than Captain Gold, and if he turned the shard on the other man…

“It’s all right,” she continued, hoping to distract Lieutenant Tillman and keep him from noticing the reflection. It was right in front of him - he only needed to look that way to see. “If you’ll just let me go, we can finish cleaning up the bowl, and perhaps you can talk with Dr. Hopper? I’m sure he-”

“Shut your mouth!” he yelled right behind her ear, digging the shard harder against her neck, and she choked back a cry when she felt the sharp point puncture her skin.

Tillman stood against the side of his bunk, and Rummond could see there was no way to get between. He would have to go over top, and that would mean a very narrow moment during which he could do anything before Tillman knew he was there.

His lungs burned when he held his breath to cut off that sound, as well, and he stepped between Tillman’s bed and the one to the left of it. With his knees at the edge of the mattress, he leaned, putting all of his weight on his good foot, and lunged. He had his hands on Tillman before the springs squeaked, wrenching the hand holding the piece of broken ironstone to force it as far away from Nurse French’s skin as he could.

Belle felt herself yanked backward, and for a second she feared Tillman had done it, slit her throat. But then she heard, “Drop it, boy. Drop the weapon,” in a low voice, somehow dispassionate and chilling at once, almost as near her ear as it was to Tillman’s, and it made her skin crawl. It took a very long beat of her heart to recognize that Captain Gold had gotten to them.

Rummond snaked his hand in behind Tillman’s arm across Nurse French’s chest, wrapping his hand around the Lieutenant’s wrist from the inside with a vice grip. With a sudden push stronger than the pulling hold Tillman had on her, Rummond gave her room to get away, and she took it.

When the grip on her loosened, Belle dropped away, hitting her knees hard enough to bruise, her hands flying to her neck. Graham rushed in to get her, pulling her up and away, and she was surrounded by he, Ruby, and Dr. Hopper as they saw blood and tried to check her. She turned among their hands, trying to see what happened between Captain Gold and Lieutenant Tillman.

Tillman twisted his hand, trying to cut his attacker’s arm, but found himself held at the wrong angle to accomplish it. “I won’t be held prisoner again!” he shouted, fighting. “I’ll kill myself first!”

“Graham, help him!” Belle pled, pushing his hand away from her neck and urging him toward the patients who were still the center of spectation.

The adrenaline in Rummond’s system was waning, and he wasn’t strong enough to hold onto Tillman without its help. He felt his muscles beginning to tremble. To his relief, Humbert knelt one knee on the mattress and Gardner overshadowed them on the window side, each taking one of the Lieutenant’s arms, and he could let go. He scrambled backward off the bunk, just keeping his footing as he put the piece of furniture between himself and Tillman.

-Better to Face the Bullets by @ishtarelisheba

how did it ever get into their heads that they’re cowards

#the wingfeather saga #inkheart #better to face the bullets #I am hyperfixating HARD on these three right now #peet the sockman #artham wingfeather #dustfinger #rummond gold #this came to me on my drive home from work #all three scenes aligned in my head and I was compelled to get the books and type these up aghajkfsjf #thankfully one is a fanfic and therefore on ao3 #also I think these three boys would get along #they're just sitting in a quiet room talking drinking tea and playing cards or something #meanwhile Idk what they'd be doing but Arendelle Belle and Roxanne would also get along #they're talking about women's rights in their worlds (or a lack thereof) ajhgaksf #nia is also there #ANYWAY #I have been having THOUGHTS

5 notes · View notes

latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

Text

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, encouraging, justifying, promoting nor romanticizing yandere behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Mentions of toxic relationships, stalking, murder, kidnapping, torture, mental manipulation, use of LSD, physical violence, mind breaking, sexual scenes and other yandere behavior. Read at your own discretion.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙳.𝙾.𝙱: 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟽𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟾

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝟷𝟽𝟸 𝙲𝙼/ 𝟻'𝟾 𝙵𝚃.

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■■■□80%

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■■■■100%

𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: ■■■■□90%

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜:

𝙴𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢/𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 .

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 '𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝' 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚜��𝚘𝚗.

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

He was a lost and wandering soul when it happened.

It wasn't that he was depressed or unsatisfied with his life.

But for the longest time he felt....empty.

As if he was carrying a void that couldn't be filled.

Not even his favorite hobbies gave him joy any longer.

It was as if he was either tapping out tunes on the piano or splattering colors on articles of clothing.

They had no meaning whatsoever anymore.

Live no longer felt to have any more meaning to him.

He felt like he was merely an empty shell, just going through life but never actually living.

Coming out of an arts and crafts store, his hands were full of all sorts of acrylics and watercolors he had just bought.

A passing cyclist didn't see him and didn't really care as he slightly collided with Hongjoong.

Letting out a big "oof!" he stumbled onto the pavement underneath him, all his materials flying out.

Although he wasn't hurt much, he still let out a groan and tried to get up.

He was startled when a gentle hand reached out towards him, lending him some help.

Looking up, his heart somersaulted as he stared at the kind and beautiful stranger that was offering him assistance.

"Are you all right?" Her eyes were full of concern and tenderness for him.

Hongjoong forgot how to speak in that moment, too amazed and stunned by the beauty standing right in front of him.

Nevertheless he did take her hand, his body trembling nervously as soon as he had the first physical contact with her.

The woman shook her head as her eyebrows furrowed.

"Seriously, what a jerk. Can't believe some people honestly."

Hongjoong still didn't respond, instead he shyly began picking up some of the stuff that had fallen.

"Let me help you." She offered her help once more.

Of course she was faster and picked up most of the stuff because he had a huge scrape on his knee and he was limping slightly.

"Thank....thank you." His voice was barely above a whisper as he took the stuff away from her.

"You're welcome. Would you like me to help you carry them to your car?"

Waving his hand he adamantly denied her offer, assuring her over and over again that he was all right.

Before he could leave, the girl extended her hand once again.

"I'm Y/N by the way. Nice to meet you."

"Y/N...."

Her name repeated itself over and over again in his head even hours after she had left him.

Even as he layed in his bed and stared blankly at the ceiling, he couldn't keep the softest smile off his face.

He didn't know if he had drifted off to sleep or was zoning in and out of a lucid dream, but all he could think about was her.

He was up as soon as the sun rose up, flinging his blanket across the room as he ran to his desk and took out his sketchpad.

Right away, he began to outline her face, wanting the vivid image of her to stay with him should his mind ever dare to erase her from his memory.

Although he was satisfied with the ending result, it was still not enough for him.

He felt his goddess, his newfound muse needed more justice than just pencil to capture her beauty.

Watercolors, acrylics, oil pastels and even ink, there wasn't any art material that Hongjoong didn't use to create a portrait of Y/N.

Soon his studio was filled and covered with paintings of her and he couldn't be happier...

Until he realized how much he'd rather have the real thing right there in person with him, in his arms, holding her and never letting go.

He almost fell into a depressive state again, dreading the fact that he'd never see his beloved muse ever again......

Until he saw her once again, walking across the street from the cafe he was in.

He quickly sprung out of his seat and ran out the door, eager to see her once again and hopefully talk to her more.

Just as he was about to call out to her, he stopped when a male came up to her, hugging her ever so intimately and ruffling her hair.

Hongjoong's hand tightened into a fist, nails digging into his skin as his eyes burning with anger and jealousy.

"She's my treasure, I found her and I won't let anyone else take her from me."

Making sure they were unaware of his looming presence, he stalked them out, trying to find the perfect opportunity to strike.

They seemed to be going on some sort of date, which only fueled his anger.

Finally, after they both went their separate ways, Hongjoong followed the mysterious man home, not letting his chance escape.

As soon as the man parked in his driveway and got out of the car, Hongjoong cornered him.

Using his belt as a makeshift weapon, he wrapped it around the man's throat, tightening it until he cut off his air flow.

Although he put up quite a struggle, Hongjoong was so full of anger and rage that he kept him strangled until his body stopped writhing and layed cold on his feet.

Taking his keys, Hongjoong decided to go inside the house to see if he could find anymore information about his precious treasure, figure out where she lived and what not.

Finding a cabinet full of documents, not only did Hongjoong found her address but also ended up discovering the man he just killed was actually her brother, and not a lover as he believed him to be.

"Oh well. Mistakes happen." He justified himself.

"Besides, he still would have been an obstacle and might have come between us."

A week later and now he was waiting for her inside her house, not having any difficulty in breaking in.

His eyes would anxiously look at the time, waiting for her to come home from work like she would usually do at that time.

When he heard her car come up in the driveway, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

Y/N walked into her house as usual, throwing her bag onto the couch.

As she was about to turn on the light, she felt a hard blow to her head, knocking her to the ground, her vision suddenly turning black.

When she awoke, she was beyond startled by all the countless portraits and clay figurines modeled after her.

Her eyes scanned the entire room, somewhat frightened by all the countless images of her staring back at her.

She was so bewildered by the scene that she didn't hear the door open and didn't see the person who came in until she was jolting out of her seat when a hand placed itself on her shoulder.

When she turned around and saw who it was that was smiling at her, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"You......you're...you're..."

Hongjoong nodded. "Yes my darling. I'm the man you helped out a month ago. Which, by the way I'm still grateful for."

Cupping her chin with his fingers, he leaned in to give her a kiss but she backed away, which made him frown.

"Hey, it's not very nice to reject someone's offer of gratitude darling. Did they not teach you manners at home?"

When he reached out to touch her once again, she smacked his hand away, moving as far away from him as possible.

Although it didn't really hurt him, Hongjoong was disappointed that his beloved muse could actually strike at him.

"This isn't what I imagined or expected from you love. You're supposed to be gentle, serene, obedient and just outright perfect.... like the pictures surrounding you.."

Y/N put her hands above her face when he crept closer to her once more, but Hongjoong, who was deceivingly strong for his body built, quickly took hold of them and uncovered her face.

"But that's ok.......if a small lump of clay can be easily molded into a beautiful vase, I'm sure I can mold you to perfection."

Y/N shuddered at his words, and tried to writhe her way out of his grasp as he pulled her out into the hallway and dragged her down into what she assumed was his basement.

Using his strength to overpower her, he easily strapped her down into one of the chairs he kept there, binding her legs and hands down.

"I suggest you start familiarizing yourself with this place Y/N. This...."

With an eerily calm and somewhat sadistic smile, Hongjoong extended his arms to gesture around the room.

"Is where your training begins."

7 months.......for 7 excruciating months, Y/N had been kept in Hongjoong's house, 3 of which were spent inside his room of horrors.

She still didn't understand how she came out of there alive and in one piece.

There wasn't a single night where she didn't relive the torture she went through.

Slapping, canning, limbs stretched out til they were almost out of their sockets, head submerged in water til she nearly passed out.

One time she had resisted so much and pissed Hongjoong off extremely by slapping him that he strapped her hand down and smashed her fingers one by one, breaking them entirely.

Of course, although he helped her heal them as he did her other wounds because he didn't want permanent physical damage on his treasure.

It'd only serve to ruin and taint her perfect image.

But the worst for Y/N wasn't going through all the physical torture.....

Her worst nightmare was all the times Hongjoong dosed her on LSD, prompting her to start hallucinating horrible scenarios.

Her mind seemed to weaken with every dosage he gave her, it would slowly eat away every last bit of her sanity.

Which might explain why now she tried to be more obedient and pliant towards Hongjoong, doing everything as he said and exactly how he wanted her to.

Although occasionally she would still step out of line, he'd shoot her a glare and warn her about it.

"Do you want to go back down there? Did I not give you sufficient training?"

At the sole mention of being taken back downstairs, she'd immediately remember herself and portray the illusion he wanted.

Hongjoong seemed thrilled to finally have created the perfect model, his beautiful creation came to life.

He was absolutely head over heels for his lovely goddess, she was beyond perfect and ethereal.

Sure she still had a little bit of stubbornness in her, but that was easily fixed and she'd be his perfect little doll once more.

And he loved praising her and reminding her about it, especially when they were intimate.

"See love? I knew you would come to love me." He whispered softly in her ear, a low moan escaping his lips as he moved inside of her.

Kissing the sides of her neck, he panted softly as he came inside her.

"My beautiful and perfect goddess."

Months turned to over a year and although Y/N still played the part of a loving and perfect soulmate, she didn't know how long she could take it anymore.

Perhaps it was being locked up for so long, perhaps it was the fear Hongjoong instilled in her. Maybe she was tired from playing a role she couldn't keep up with anymore.

All that combined with the fact she was now pregnant with Hongjoong's child, her hormones going crazy and her mind worrying about what her future would be like had her ready to snap.

One particular day, she just about had it.

Hongjoong had been smothering her all day, constantly nagging about taking care of herself and not harm the baby.

Her blood was boiling with rage as he kept pestering her about it over dinner.

Having had enough, she got out of her seat and reached for the nearest kitchen knife and pointed it at her stomach.

"Why don't I just rip out the baby out then? Maybe then you'll be satisfied."

Hongjoong immediately got up and tried to take the knife away from her.

"Y/N! Have you lost your mind?!" He exclaimed.

"If I lost my mind it's all thanks to you!"

Even after Hongjoong managed to toss the knife out of her hands, Y/N still continued to struggle and smack her hands at him, beating at his chest as hard as she could.

"I hate you!" She declared before her fist tried to collide with his face, but Hongjoong being faster than her, stopped it from hitting him.

Outraged that his model was breaking down, he picked her up, not caring about her being pregnant and stomped his way back to the training room.

Y/N was already bursting into tears when he began strapping her down into the chair, protesting about it.

"You'll hurt our child you mon-."

Gripping her throat tightly, he cut her off from finishing that sentence.

"This coming from the one threatening to rip the innocent baby out herself. But don't worry, I'll make sure no harm comes to our child."

Letting go of her neck, he quickly took out a familiar vial and needle out of a cabinet.

Although Y/N tried to get away, it was no use as she was once again tied up and the sting of the fluids shooting up her veins, making her dizzy immediately.

Hongjoong only watched with a blank face as the drugs started to take effect.

Going back to the cabinet, he took out a folder and walked back to Y/N with it.

"Now.... I never planned to show you this, but I guess you left me no choice."

Even in her hazy state, Y/N could make out what seemed to be a picture of her brother, but she wasn't sure if it was an illusion or not

"Yes, that is your brother indeed. Took care of you when your parents died and you were very attached to him. Your only living relative right?.....or is he?"

Pulling out another picture, Hongjoong made sure to hold it up right in her face so she could clearly see the gruesome image.

"This is how I left him after I attacked him one night. You'll be proud, he put up quite a good fight, but as you can see......in the end he still lost." He actually had the audacity to chuckle as if it was an amusing thing.

Y/N wanted to scream, but her body wouldn't allow it.

She couldn't believe that her remaining family, the only hope she could grasp onto and help get her out of the mess....

Was gone, forever vanished from the face of the earth by the same monster who took her away.

She no longer had the physical, mental nor emotional strength to resist and fight anymore.

She allowed her body to succumb to the effects of the drugs, eyes closing as she fell into a deep sleep full of haunting memories and images.

When she awoke hours later, she felt absolutely nothing, only numbness.

Gently stroking her hair, Hongjoong leaned in and scanned her expressionless face, satisfied when she just allowed him to pet her as he pleased, no longer resisting his touch.

"Do you know who you are?" He simply asked her.

Without even so much as blinking, she answered in a monotone, almost robotic voice:

"I'm your soulmate, your muse and your goddess, and I love no one but you."

Hongjoong nearly bursted into tears. Finally after so long, after so many experiments and efforts, he finally created his ultimate masterpiece.

"Perfect......at last...you're absolutely perfect.

277 notes · View notes