#and nothing ruins a joke like 30 seconds of awkward silence followed by telling them it's a joke

[basuralindo]

In terms of autism accomodations I think we need to start carrying around little signs with tone indicators for irl conversation. I'm sick of my sarcasm being taken as 100% sincerity ffs

[nightowlfandom]

Prompto Argentum- Under The Waterfalls

These times may seem dark, but this too shall pass. I hope that I can work extra hard to brighten someone’s day throughout these next few weeks.

Masterlist here

Let’s Begin.

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"You know what I just noticed?" you asked aimlessly to no one. It was probably one of the hottest days of the year and you and your friends had decided to just load up the car and take a drive somewhere. You didn't know if camping, hunting, chilling at the beach or whatever would come from this trip, but whatever happened was gonna be an adventure.

"What would that be?" Ignis chuckled from from front seat, already knowing what you were gonna say. It was a routine thing that you always did. You always found something about one of the guys you liked on a particular day. "What ever could it be this time?"

"Hold on, I'm thinking." you tapped your chin. "Gladio finally finished that 30 book series he was working on!" you suddenly said, looking over at the taller muscular guy who was nose deep in yet another book you probably didn't know the name of. "Ignis learned five new recipes this week! Noctis caught three rare fish in a row in the same place!" you continued.

"What about me?"

Prompto turned his head to look at you as he had been sitting in the front seat. He narrowed his eyes at you as if assuming you wouldn't have mentioned him in the first place. Call it paranoia, but you weren't too sure Prompto necessarily liked you. Sure he was nice and everything, but there was something about when you would try to talk to him. You didn't know if he just hadn't warmed up to you or secretly wanted you to get run over by a train.

"….Your hair is super floofy today!" you said. You resisted to urge to reach out your hand to touch it. "…and you have a Chocobo feather stuck too." you put a hand over your mouth to resist laughing too loudly.

"Huh?!?" he instantly turned away from you, looking in the side view mirror to see a large neon yellow feather stuck to the top of his hairstyle. "Awh man!" he groaned. "I'll ruin my hair if I try to take it out!"

"Then keep it in! I think it makes you look cool!" you commented!

"Really?" His tone had changed from partially annoyed to curious. "Like it works for me?"

"One hundred percent!" you replied.

"And that concludes thing 576 Y/N noticed today." Noctis joked, nudging your shoulder. "What will it be next week?"

"Now why would I reveal my secrets! That's something between me and well-….me!" you warned.

"Ah I see! A magician never reveals her secrets." Ignis laughed as he pulled the car to a stop.

"Camping…why am I not surprised." you grumbled lowly. There was a waterfall nearby the campsite. The water rushing through the river was crystal-like, clear as the cloudless sky. "At least it's not that disgusting swamp from last time."

"Yeah, I wonder whose idea that was." Gladio glared over at Noctis.

"It was the perfect fishing spot!" he protested.

You could only shake your head as you walked around to the trunk. You were about to grab one of the bags when a pale hand grabbed the hand before you could.

"I got this."

"Oh, Prompto! It's okay, I can carry it-" you tried to say.

" When a man offers you help, take it." was his reply. Without another word, he grabbed the other bag you had reached for then turned away, walking off to set up the tents. "Remember what happened last time." you could hear him mumbling. Of course he was referring to the time you grabbed something really heavy and took an entire ten minutes just to drag it along to the car.

"Right." you tried to laugh it off. You were left to your own devices after a while, the boys never asked you to help with anything. Them and their traditional ways. You tried to carry a cooler by yourself once, the next thing you know Ignis is scolding Noctis for letting you carry it alone. "Thanks for the tip." you mumbled sadly.

Okay, you may or may not have had a thing for Prompto since…well since you met him. You were really good at hiding it … from him. Only him in particular, he just didn't seem to like you much. Not even as an acquaintance. It felt like he only tolerated you because you were part of the team, but other than that. Did he even see you as a friend? Not in your eyes.

 (Meanwhile)

"You did it again, idiot." Noctis flicked his best friend in the back of the head. Prompto threw down the bags, turning to face the raven-haired male.

"What are you talking about?"

He motioned towards you who was currently having a chat with Ignis who was setting up the cooking station. It took Prompto a second to register what he was referring too. When he realized it, he wound up kicking something.

"AAH FUCK!" he snapped, realizing he rammed his foot onto a boulder in the process. "Damn it!"

"For someone who threatens us on the daily to stay away from Y/N, you're doing a terrible job of marking your 'territory'." He used finger quotes. You didn't belong to Prompto, not even a little. However, the way he talked about you to the others had them thinking he was living in a fantasy land when he said you were off limits.

He didn't intend to come off and rude and mean but for some reason, he always did when it came to you. He didn't know how to explain it, other than the way he knew best. Stay away from you and there wouldn't be any problems. Ignis however must have decided to ignore such a demand.

He could only watch in fury as you laughed at something Ignis said. It must have been real funny because you were holding your sides.

"That little….four eyed miscreant!

"…Do you even know what miscreant means?"

"Shut up!"

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By the time night fell, you were far from sleepy. You snuck off from the campsite with a towel and a change of clothes. Alone time! Sweet! That sweet waterfall was just begging to be dived into. You tip toed around the tents and as soon as you were far enough, began jogging towards the lake.

You tilted your head to look up at the waterfall. You could see the moon peeking out from the mist of water that followed the falls down to the clear pool. You set down your stuff at the edge of the lake.

Off came your shoes, then your pants, then the shirt. You turned your head towards the campsite. You could barely make out the tents from afar. "It'll be fine." you unclasped your bra. "Not like they're gonna wake up any time soon." you mumbled, letting it fall to the grass. "Off you go demons." you let your undergarments fall to the ground. Without a second thought, you jumped into the water, making a huge splash. You just prayed none of your stuff got wet.

As you surfaced, you allowed yourself to just float for a moment. You stared up at the night sky, it was clear and cloudless. The stars scattered across the sky and the moon was so close you felt like you could touch it with your fingers. The moonlight shone down on the waters, casting a glow over you and everything around you. You waded over to the waterfall, moving behind it to peek out of the distorted lens. You reached out your hand to touch the falling droplets. You sat yourself on a rock, kicking your legs in the slightly warm water. Nothing could possibly ruin this peaceful moment-

"You should be sleeping."

You turned your head to the left, only to see a half dressed Prompto. Apparently he had found the back entrance to the lake. Both of you were hidden from the open space behind the falls, so it didn't worry you too much, but that didn't explain why he was here.

"HOLY SH-!" you instantly crossed your arms over your chest, covering your breasts. " What are you doing!?"

"Hey! It's only me!" You watched his and he unbuckled his belt. "And keep your voice down! You'll wake everyone up."

"D-don't take off your clothes!" you began freaking out. "I was trying to relax here!." you whined.

"Am I not allowed to relax too?" he pulled down his pants and threw them over a rock.

"Not when I'm practically naked!" you snapped. "Did you follow me?"

"I saw you leaving, I just wanted to make sure you were alright!"

"Why would you do that? " you scoffed, turning your head away from him. "You barely even like me." That also didn't explained why he was currently stripping down to his birthday suit!

"You don't know what I like."

"Well I know how you act towards me. It's enough."

Prompto peeled off what was left of his clothes and got into the water. His ducked his head under the waterfall, drenching his hair. He ran his hands through those blonde locks, washing all his stress away. He seemed to not be phased by the situation at all.  "You gonna stare at me all day or what?"

"Please. I wasn't looking at you." you lied through your teeth. Yeah, that was believable. You both were literally two feet away from each other, which was really close now that you really thought about it. You turned your head the other way. Whatever, no way in hell were you leaving.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he said after a while.

"Very."

There was an awkward silence between you two. You had never been left alone with Prompto before, and especially not in the nude.

"Been a while since I got to just enjoy a night like this."

"Tell me about it." you replied with a laugh. "Seems like we're always busy with something. Wouldn't be surprised if we had something to do in the morning." you turned your head towards him to find him running his hands through his dripping wet hair.

"Don't jinx it, because it actually might happen." He cracked a smile for the first time since he got there.

"Just stating facts." you slowly turned your head so you were looking straight at him. Your arms were still crossed, forbidding him from seeing anything. "You know how Ignis is with his missions."

"Where the lie in that?" He joked, making you laugh as well. Prompto tried to not let his eyes wander. "Why did you run off anyways?"

"Like I said, this is probably the only time I'll have to myself for a while. I'm taking advantage of it." you shrugged. "Speaking of Ignis, he was talking about you today."

"About what?" He narrowed his eyes into a glare. "What did specs say about me this time?"

"It wasn't anything bad. He was just talking about you liking me or something." you giggled at the thought. "I was laughing because of how unrealistic that thought was. You'd think for such a smart guy, Ignis would make his observations more clear. No way in hell would the be possible, right?"

Prompto stared blankly at you. He went from staring to slowly taking a step, then another then another. It was almost predatory with how he was moving in the water.

"Uh….right?" you nervously laughed again. "P-prompto?" you tightened your arms across your chest to the point where it was starting to ache. You were slowly but surely growing more and more nervous.

"Wrong." were his last words before he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to his warm body. He abruptly pressed his lips against yours. It felt kind of weird since he was anchoring his body over your arm, so you lowered them. Your felt your breasts push up against his broad chest as he comfortably tightened his arms around your waist. He was surprised how easily you melted into his touch but happy nonetheless. It took all your strength to not collapse against the rocks. You ran your fingers against his wet hair, gently pulling at each strand. You heart at this point was racing a million miles a minute

When Prompto pulled away, his entire face has flushed a deep pink color. Whether from embarrassment or lust, you couldn't tell. He stared down at you with hooded eyes and an unreadable expression. "You look so-…so damn hot right now."

The way your chest rose and fell so heavily, your innocent expression, those water droplets traveling down your neck, drip down your chest. "W-wait. Don't you have a thing for Cindy?"

"Used to." he corrected. "That changed a long, long time ago. Now all I can think of is you. All I fucking want is you." He began trailing prolonged sloppy kisses on your shoulder.  You tilted your head to the side to give him more access to your shivering skin. You absentmindedly wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him permission to go further with his actions. "I can see you feel the same way." he laughed. Only this wasn't his usual happy-go-lucky laugh. His voice was deep, vibrating almost. He almost sounded like he was growling with every word. "My question is…how far are you going to let me take this."

(….Yeah I couldn't finish this or else this would have been longer than a Game Of Thrones book. So what happens next is left to your discretion. See you next post.)

[oneusmyeongju]

On a mission | Oneus (ot6)

Pairing: Reader, RAVN, Leedo, Seoho, Keonhee, Hwanwoong and Xion.

Description: Keonhee being too perfect for this world Y/N began to question herself. And to find the answer, she began to write a plan to find out.

Word count: 4.4K (4453)

Everything began with a simple question.

"Is Keonhee a robot or a human being?"

I don't know why this came to my mind, but it was just a question that got me thinking for several weeks and still got no answer.

I was on my couch, looking at Musik Bank when Oneus appeared, they appeared with their new comeback "To be or not to be". I was just listening and enjoy the music when an idea came to my mind, just as random as the first one.

"Why can't I disguise myself as a make-up artist or something to gain more information?"

Immediately when my question came to my mind I stood up and walk around the living room to think better. I wasn't a spy or something I was just playing around.

And I looked for one more time to the TV and at that moment the camera was zooming on Keonhee's face. And took a paper and a pencil to write my non-fantastic plan on paper to execute the plan.

So at 7:30 A.M sharp, I will be at RBW entrance, with a bag in my hand pretending to be a delivery man saying that Oneus bought food. When I will make sure I am safe in the building without anyone noticing I'm there. I will find out where Oneus practice room is, and I will say I work as a composer but I am new and don't know the building well blah, blah, blah. Then I will take all the information they know without suspicion, then I will be ready to put my plan in function.

I wrote my mission in a text, but easy for me to remember I write at the back of the paper.

1. Enter in RBW, without getting caught, pretending to be a delivery man.

2.When you finally get in Oneus practice room gain information about something you can find your answer (luckily and preferring to be a concert as soon as possible)

I looked one more time to read what I wrote, it sounded risky, and it will impossible to make this without any suspicion on me.

I took a deep breath and close my eyes. I imagine how all this will be working out, and was a pretty well plan. But I am clumsy and luck wouldn't be on my side.

I was trying to stop to think about the plan and without thinking I was going tomorrow at the RBW, pretending to be a delivery man.

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I woke up at 6 A.M to make sure I had enough time to buy all that food. And as I walked somewhere to buy food my mind went blank for a second.

How someone will buy food at 7:30 A.M? I will just go maybe at 10 A.M, is a good time.

I bought all the food it was hamburgers, pizza, cola and ice cream. And instead, to buy a bag of food, I bought two bags.

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I shook my head and took again a deep breath when I was finally at RBW at the front door.

When I was entering, a man who was just about to stop me from entering was saying loud and clear:

"I'm sorry miss but visitors can't enter yet, don't you mind coming never?"

I thought that my plan was already ruined but I raise the bags and said:

"I am not a visitor I was just delivering food to this place. And the address said to come here. Don't you mind letting me in? I am just doing my job."

The man was somehow confused, he looked close to my bags and said:

"Ahhh, I didn't saw the bags. Sorry miss. You can enter."

And he let me in. The first mission COMPLETE and I was about to say "goodbye" when I said in a whisper.

"You better be sorry.", I was just about to take the elevator when the man said:

"You said something just now?"

"No nothing. I was saying goodbye, sir.", I was speaking with a rush voice, but he raises his shoulders and said nothing in return.

And after that, I press the button to go on the first floor. And with my phone in my hand, I just looked at the old Vlive where Xion and Hwanwoong were showing the first floor of the RBW building.

I was just looking but I haven't got enough time to memorise, while I was still in the elevator and when I got off. I was still looking at the Vlive I was intensely watching, trying to figure out where I must go.

Walking and walking for some time, I was just about to ask someone to tell me where Oneus practice room is when I bumped into a person. I got scared and dropped the bags and my phone, hit the floor.

I looked up, and Leedo was there.

That's why I was scared so much, I said in my mind.

But he took the phone and the bags, giving them to me saying that he was sorry, and for a split second, he looked at my phone.

"You are a huge fan, no? I can see on this Vlive you were watching right now."

My mouth was opening and closing in shook and give the bags to him:

"This is for you."

"For me?", Leedo was just saying confused as ever.

"No, not for you for all the members. You plural, not you singular."

"This is tricky", he said while I was just laughing silently at him.

For a second I forgot what I was supposed to do, and trying to remember my plan I said:

"Ahh, and one more thing. I am not a fan. I am a compositor but I got all lost and don't know where I am right now, anyway if I was a fan the security guy wouldn't let me in, riiiiight?"

He was just thinking looking at me blankly and nodded.

"And where you are trying to go?"

"I wanted to meet all the artists and I knew only Oneus, soooo I was just looking to meet the artists who I am going to work with.", these words came into my mind right away, it wasn't true but for Leedo was making sense, and so for me.

And following my plan, Leedo was just making this for me a lot easier than I thought, going me to the Oneus practice room.

But when I got there my hopes went -100%. I didn't think how I was supposed to get the information when I can't speak for no reason.

Everyone was just dancing prepare for maybe a concert. And Leedo with a cheerful and friendly voice was saying to his members:

"I'm back, with someone, is new here so don't be harsh with her".

I walked a few steps behind, making me stop because of the door that was blocking my way.

Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to speak and introduce myself. And I was trying to keep my cool and trying to speak what was on my mind.

"H... hello. I'm Y/N a...and I am the new compositor. I... I'm looking forward w... working with you."

I didn't know why I was so nervous. Maybe because of my bias Keonhee who was just looking at me. Trying to not make eye contact with him, because I probably faint I looked at others, making random eye contact with Hwanwoong.

I was working hard to gain information, I did all this, I didn't want to quit and leave because of my bias, so I took for the 100th time a deep breath and looked at everyone else except Keonhee.

I was walking into the centre of the room and sat down and everyone does the same thing with some suspicion on their faces.

I was smiling and now was step two, gain as much as information you could.

And without looking at Keonhee I began to speak.

"Sorry, for interrupting your dance practice, but if you all don't mind, can I ask you a question? You have a concert or something?"

After I spoke, the room was filling with silence and RAVN's voice was breaking the awkwardness and the silence that filled the room for 30 seconds.

"Yeah, we have a concert... Somehow. We have a fan meeting. And it's on 27th."

Inside me, I was so happy it was in 3 days the fan meeting, and I can find my answer quickly, but I tried hard not to express myself too much. But I hadn't much time for thinking, because Seoho's voice can be heard.

"Sooooo, you are a composer. Don't you mind showing us, you are a REAL composer? And not some random human who is an nr.1 fan and wanted to gain information because you wanted to do something?"

I was frozen in my place, he didn't know my plan, I thought of it yesterday. It's impossible, and I don't know how to compose some lyrics, now I really wanted to quit. But I looked at Keonhee and shook my head, and my mouth was speaking on its own.

"Sure I can prove it. I AM a real composer."

Everyone was looking at me, they didn't believe me. But I can't give up.

Seoho took a pencil and a blank paper and said:

"You can write about anything. You are going there," and he was pointing to a couch at the corner of the practice room, where there was a table too," and we will prepare for the fan meeting."

I was feeling I was on a test but I go and sit on the couch with the blank paper on my face.

This wasn't according to the plan, but I can't lose now. Seoho believes that I am not a composer, but I will prove him wrong.

I'm not gonna lie, in 15 minutes I was just looking on my paper without writing anything.

And while looking on the wall, a message appears on my phone. And it was just a stupid notification. I looked at my Keonhee wallpaper when suddenly disappear and it was a black screen reflecting my face instead, then I couldn't stop writing.

Leave your phone off a while

Us in the mirror

Just the two of us in this maze

The reflection of you and me in this mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror

It might be heaven's joke

Stuck inside a square frame

Endlessly push and pull

From the darkness above the clouds, you shine light

Phenomenon Phenomenon

Open the doors to this space

Between you and me, me and you

Erase what's not needed

Connect the two, connect the two

Even with time and space against us, you're still my love

You know, 0 and 1, don't wait

I can look at you. I don't care about anyone else

Remember it's only you and me in the mirror

It took me 1 hour but, writing some lyrics was somehow great. I didn't have a chance to say I finished it, because Keonhee took the paper and look at it.

I was nervous, thinking that he wouldn't like it if he found that the inspiration was because of a wallpaper of him that I had on my phone.

He read it out loud and my face was down, blushing. And without interrupting him I listened to Keonhee's voice, so the others.

When he finished it, everyone was surprised looking at me more believable than before, when I entered the first time here.

"You did a great job here Y/N", Keonhee's arm was touching my shoulder, and the only thing I could hear was Seoho's voice making me raise my head, slowly.

"Sorry, for doubting you. But you don't look like a composer to me."

"The same goes for me", said Hwanwoong. "And for everyone, I'm looking forward to working with you, too."

I saw everyone's face, feeling sorry for everything. But I didn't want to see them like this and I began to smile.

"Everyone, don't feel sad. If I was in your place I would do the same. You can use these lyrics for a comeback or something, soon. I will go.", I stood up from my chair, going to the exit door. I was so close to leaving, but Xion's voice kept me for a few seconds.

"I feel sorry, too but for making you feeling better, why don't you come to the fan meeting."

My heart dropped, I was so happy. My mission became easier and easier, thanks to everyone.

I slowly leave the building, with Xion's words in my mind. I wanted to do this, but I slowly wanted to accept that Keonhee is just a human.

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The next day. I was on the same couch on the same spot with the same pen, but with another paper on my coffee table. And I started writing the next plan.

But before, I bought a ticket to the Oneus fan meeting, it was at 3:15 P.M, it wasn't so far away as I thought, so it was again easier for me.

So, I will be at the fan meeting at 3:10 P.M. 5 minutes I will just go to find my seat. Then they begin the fan meeting, and I will be there just sitting in my seat. Then when I am sure they saw me I go to the backstage without any noticing from anyone, and get into the artist room. And when I will go to the artist room. Then I don't know, fill a bucket with water, or just splash him with a bottle or a cup filled up with water. But before I will just make sure that nobody is in my way. Just Keonhee and me, then if he IS a robot I will run and hide where I can, and if he ISN'T a robot probably I would get kicked out and Keonhee will be mad at me, saying to Seoho and everyone that Seoho was right, that I wasn't a composer and hate me, everyone, forever.

I looked at the paper filled up with my writing and the plan was way riskier than I thought. I didn't have a plan to lure the bodyguard, but maybe I would come up with a solution in the case at the right time.

Shortly:

1. I will be at the fan meeting on time.

2.I will sneak up to the backstage when I make sure one member notice me.

3. Splash some water when you and Keonhee are alone.

4.RUN!!!!!!!! Don't get caught.

My head starts hurting when I looked at my plan, but it was worth trying. I hadn't anything to lose. Maybe I will come back kicked out with a restraining order from Oneus, but I wasn't going to meet them again if that happens.

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27.09. I was at the fan meeting at 3 P.M, because I was so nervous and I ended up coming a little early. But the fans didn't wait for a special invitation. When I was entering the room where was taking place the fan meeting. All fans were speaking loudly and everyone was pushing for just a better view.

I looked at my ticket, it was the 10th seat, but I didn't think I will end up fiding my seat at all. It was too crowded.

Trying to find my seat for 15 minutes, but I didn't have a chance to find my seat and I was just standing on my feet. The fans have the vocal cords very strong because my ears wanted to fall off when Oneus was just introducing themselves.

I knew they were excited, but when I met them a few days ago, I wasn't like this. It was just an excitement mixed up with a little fear. And today I felt the same way.

There a lot of fans who were just going to speak with them and getting autographs from them. But I was just looking, with the fans behind me pushed me every second to get a chance.

I was on my feet for like 30 minutes or more, when a crazy fan pushed me too hard and I didn't know what exactly was happening, but I knew I was down on the floor with my right feet hurting me badly.

Good job Y/N.

I said to myself, I wanted to make something but I ended up just hurting myself emotionally and physically.

I heard Leedo raising his voice to his fans.

"Please, To Moons I know you all are very excited and all but I think someone fell, please go back 3 steps, just 3 to make sure everyone's all right."

Fans didn't want to go back from their idols. But they had no choice, Leedo was repeating the same sentence again and again and the other members followed him saying again the same phrase.

They go more than just 3 steps, and my eyes met with everyone else. And they were just frozen in the place like me, making eye contact with everyone, even with Keonhee.

Seoho didn't stay for too long, because he wanted to help me get up as soon as possible.

"Are you all right, if you want we can call the ambulance.", said Seoho with a rush voice.

"I'm ok, don't need to worry.", even if my leg was hurting me I didn't want to quit right now.

Seoho breathes in relief and everyone does the same thing. Fans were somehow jealous of me and Seoho, but they made this not me. They got what they deserve.

Seoho, looked at me and I don't know if he wanted to be safe or not, he just said.

"Y/N, we have some ice bags in backstage in Oneus room, can Keonhee walk you there because I have some autographs to give."

I nodded, and my plan was just going fine.

It wasn't bad after all. The fans contributed to my plan, so I am happy.

Step 3, go to the backstage.

My mission was going to end, but I didn't want to end so soon.

Keonhee said what he was told by his hyung and took me in the backstage making me go into the "Oneus" room.

"It's ok, you can leave now. I'm alright don't need to worry.", I said without thinking twice, without thinking about the plan. I just wanted Keonhee to have fun with his fans.

He stayed silent when he was putting me on the couch, searching for the ice bag.

"We want to be everyone ok. I can't leave, Seoho and Leedo will be making sure that I made what I was told to, so it's not a clever idea."

I can't contradict Keonhee because he knows he's hyungs the best. I'm not here to contradict, I'm here to find out the truth behind Keonhee.

I looked around the room and I can't see something with water to splash Keonhee, so I asked Keonhee:

"Keonhee, I want to drink water, can you tell me where to go?"

"Just stay... I would get the water, for you, just wait a little bit longer."

After some minutes RAVN appeared, running:

"Keonhee, the fans got crazy and everyone is asking about you, I would find the ice bag and you can go there. Keonhee, please!"

Keonhee leaves the room, feeling a bit disappointed. But RAVN found the ice bag so quickly that I didn't had a chance to blink.

"Here, is. Take this and wait when it's over ok?"

I nodded and RAVN disappeared, leaving the room. I put the ice bag on my leg. It hurts so much, I didn't know exactly how my leg was hurting this badly. But after I fell, fans were just ignoring me, step on my right leg, that one who was hurting me from the beginning.

Crazy fans.

The room was filling up with silence and I looked around.

This is my chance, to bring a cup of water.

I said in my mind, but Keonhee said that he would take care of it. I stayed on the couch without moving an inch. When someone was opening the door.

It was Keonhee with a cup of water in his hand. He gave it to me without saying anything. Then leave as fast as he could.

Why everything is in a rush?

I was staying sad because, couldn't make my final mission, the last and only mission. That mission to splash Keonhee in the face.

Keonhee is Keonhee, he wouldn't let me if I ask him nicely, it must be a surprise for him. But he is just too perfect to be a human. That's why I asked that question.

And without doing anything, my mind went to how I became with that question in the first place.

I was in my room with my phone in my hand and I was just scrolling on Instagram when a notification appeared on my screen.

It was from Oneus. The new song "To be or not to be". I listened 10 times, and after that, I was just looking on Youtube to an unboxing to Oneus album "Lived".

I was just looking at the photos when Keonhee's photos appeared by flipping the next page. I take a look closely and without thinking I order myself one album.

After 5 days the package arrived and when I took the album and saw Keonhee's picture, I knew I had to do something. His face, his eyes, his skin, his nose even his lips are too perfect.

But the way he acts when he is not on the stage made me think I was thinking wrong about him.

But the more photos I looked at, the more I was thinking about the question that it was bothering me for several weeks.

"Is Keonhee a robot or a human being?"

That's how all began, it was just a simple story.

But I looked at all my surroundings and saw where I was. A room filled up with make-up with backpacks and mirrors.

What I have done?

That was the only question that I had at that time.

My leg was killing me, it's hurts so much than before, and I wanted to run. But Oneus came.

I was feeling anxious and when I and Keonhee eyes met. I felt sorry for him, before making sudden moves.

Everyone was asking me if I was ok but I repeat the same thing with a forced smile on my face.

I didn't know if they believe me, but my leg didn't want to cooperate with me. They looked at my leg, and I saw that my leg was bigger than my usual leg.

Hwanwoong panicked and was about to call the ambulance.

"I'm fine, don't call the ambulance. Excuse me, I will go home now."

And as I stood up, my legs felt shaky, thought that my legs were about to fall in every second. And I began to leave the room.

When I closed the door. The door began to open again. It was just Keonhee with the cup of water in his hand, that I didn't even take a sip from it.

"You didn't even drink your water", he said while giving me the cup.

I looked at my cup and without a second thought my hand was moving on its own, splashing Keonhee right in his face, and suddenly feeling a lot better I began to run. Trying to get to the exit.

The bodyguard let me go, even if my right leg was about to give up.

I was about to call a taxi when an arm was on my shoulder, I knew who it was. It was the second time he has done this.

"Don't feel sorry, and for a guess, you are not a composer either you wanted to find the answer to your question?"

I looked back and saw Keonhee with the water dripping from his chin. I couldn't hold myself to laugh, so I began to laugh as hard as I could. Keonhee was looking me confused and gave him a thumbs up.

Saying that it was true.

He wasn't mad, he didn't want to make anything. He was just surprised that a fan HAD done something like that.

The sirens become louder and louder. Someone had called the ambulance, then Keonhee said to me, the last sentence he could say:

"Seoho was right, but I can't blame you either. Real or not? I will ask myself the same question if I were you, maybe I've done the same thing. Don't...

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. And when the ambulance arrived I had gone on my feet inside to take me to the hospital.

When I entered the ambulance with my corner of the eye I saw the rest of the members looking at me with a happy and bright smile. I smiled back.

When the ambulance was taking Y/N to the hospital, Keonhee with a whispering voice continued.

"Don't be sad. You don't deserve to be sad just for this."

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The next day I was in my bedroom on my desk writing in my journal, everything that happened, with the ending and answering my question.

"Is Keonhee a human being or not?"

Answer: He is a human, and he would ask himself the same question, too.

My leg was in gypsum and didn't hurt me anymore. I took my crutches and began to go into the living room looking at the TV once again.

On the coffee table, I saw the papers I wrote my non so fantastic plan, and in the end, I ended up being somehow friends with him.

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The days passed so fast that I was pretty much used to my old life before the plan. And everything became to go to normal.

When 8 months later I saw something I didn't believe.

Oneus was announcing their 5th mini album and I was in Poland for a week so I missed it. But when I came home I listened to the song everyone was talking about so much.

The title track was "Black Mirror" and from the title, I knew it was something familiar.

I think, it was some weird coincidence, but when I heard the lyrics I knew it was the lyrics I wrote. They made more lyrics to the song, but 30% was my work or something like that. (I'm not good at matemathics.)

I listened to the song with a big and bright smile on my face.

Now every time I hear "Black Mirror" my mind always will be going to the day, when my stupid plan was somehow good. Making me and Keonhee meet each other and be friends at the end of this story.

[cryathon]

debilated

lol long time no see 

sequel to The Girl Code // masterlist // part one

Word Count- 1.8k

warnings- idk abandonment???sudden hair cut

It was a month since that night in your room, a month since you started dating Peter. You sat, waiting for Peter inside the restaurant. It was the same one from your first date. You guys were supposed to meet at 7, but you got there 20 minutes early. You wanted to get the same booth and everything. It was just a month, but it’s one of your first relationships, of course, you wanted it to be special, even if it was some silly anniversary. Your mind wandered to your first date, it seemed like yesterday (among other cliches) 

Peter’s non-stop texting seemed it could never get old, but after 20 minutes of “what should I wear?”, it did. You eventually just sent something about a sweater and how you were planning on going to the pizza place down the block from your house. You went there a few other times beforehand, their margarita pizza was pretty good. 

You decided on some jeans and a mildly trendy top, and some branded shoes. Admittedly, it was pretty basic, but you weren’t necessarily creative enough to make an Instagram worthy outfit. You grabbed a random jacket from your desk chair. The both of you decided that you both would walk there together. 

The doorbell rang, you sprang up from your spot on the couch, saying a quick goodbye to your parents and ran to the door. You paused, just to make sure you didn’t look as excited as you were. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. 

“Hey.” Peter greeted. Simple, yet effective, as your heart seemed to burst at his words. 

“Hey.” you smiled kindly at him. You stepped out of your doorway and took his hand. 

The walk to the pizza parlour was pretty short, the conversation was at a minimum, the tension was very large and in charge. Thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. You stole some glances, studied his features any chance you got, looking away anytime you got caught. Of course, Peter laughed. 

“What?” You smiled. 

“Nothing, Nothing.” He smiled at the ground. 

Peter opened the door for you, something his aunt mostly likely told him to do. You smiled at Peter as he slid into the booth in front of you, he awkwardly returned the gesture. Nervousness settled in a pit in the bottom of your stomach. You awkwardly stared at Peter, who was looking at the menu. 

“So…” Peter started, “What kind of pizza is good here?” 

“The… um... I don’t really know” you grimaced, “Guess there’s a reason as to why I’m not a Chopped judge.” 

Peter laughed. Score, you thought to yourself. You continued to make some little jokes here and there, turning the awkwardness into playfulness, the date quickly turning into any other hang out between you two.

The waiter came and went, as did the drinks, and the pizza. It all disappearing as you and Peter conversed wildly about Star Wars, school and other ‘nerd’ things. The minutes seemed to fly by, everything fading away in your joy. You wanted it to last forever, however, the world needed to keep turned and suddenly, the restaurant was closing, which meant it was 10, which also meant you were past curfew.  

“Oh shit.” you sputtered, jumping out of your seat. You yanked out your wallet, pulling out a twenty. Peter stopped you, paying for everything, it might’ve cliche, but the action still made your heart melt. Of course, this didn’t help Peter’s concerned face. 

“I was...kinda supposed to be home now.” You rushed that last part, but Peter obviously caught it as he also jumped out of his seat (admittedly more graceful). His face showed more panic than yours, which didn’t really surprise you, you knew all the blame would be put on Peter. 

You sent a quick text to the group chat you have with your parents, saying that you would be late after losing track of time. They responded almost instantly, thank god. Hand and Hand, you two rushed out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk. 

You must’ve looked insane, daydreaming for the last half hour, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. You checked the time and texted Peter. 

‘Hey’ 

It was only ten minutes, no need to be overly clingy about it. 

‘Where are you?’ 

It was 30 minutes after you sent the first message, successfully putting you into panic mode.  You waited another half hour and three missed calls to text him again. 

‘Hey, I’m at the restaurant. Just call me ok?’ 

The tingling sensation in your hands and knuckles kept your hands shaking, keeping you on edge. You called again, and again, a total of 4 times in the next hour, add another 12 texts you were somewhere between anger and anxiety. 

Slowing, however, the anxiety melted away, replacing it was anger. A total aura of pissed off radiating off of you. You threw $15 dollars on the table, knowing you would just be paying for the drinks, but you didn’t really care. Holding your head up high, the tears of frustration welling in your eyes, you walked right out of the parlour and into the New York night. 

-

Peter crawled through his window around 9 pm, he was fighting practically nonstop since 1 that afternoon. Fatigue punching him in the gut, he barely got his suit off before he flopped on his bed. He thought back for a second, thinking that he forgot something, but he was too tired to care. Without another second passing by, he was passed out. 

The following morning, Peter woke up around 10, which was pretty late, but he was thankful that he actually could sleep in. The nagging feeling that he had forgotten something still picking at his brain. He looked at his phone, wanting to send the ‘traditional’ good morning text, but he was met with seemingly endless notifications. He cautiously opened his messaging app, opening to your contact. 

There were plenty of messages to go through, a lot of voicemails too. Peter’s face paled as he jumped out of bed throwing on a random shirt and joggers (that were mostly dirty, but y'know, teenagers.) He ran out of his room into the living room, where May stood, listening to music while drinking her coffee. She was already dressed for the day, Peter remembering something about grocery shopping.

“May, I need your help.” 

—-

May recommended some big romantic gesture, but Peter wasn’t sure how that was possible with 20 bucks and only half a tank of gas. Maybe some flowers? Chocolates? Those “how mad is she?” Instagram memes are all that seemed to pop into his head. And for a split second a thought sending some memes would help, maybe soften the blow, just a bit, but it would probably aggravate you more. In the back of his mind, he knew that he should tell you about his alter ego, you would surely understand then.

Well, it wasn’t really a romantic gesture, Peter kinda just showed up on your doorstep, not really having a plan in mind (he was supposed to think about that on the subway), he just hoped that at least you would answer the door. It was just a casual Saturday, around midday, just like a month prior. Under any other circumstances, Peter would laugh. If this were a book his English teacher would stop in the middle of class and point out the use of parallelism and make the class discuss about it. Hypothetically, Peter thought, since last time went so well, shouldn’t this time be the same? I mean the evidence is there. 

However, knowing that he could ruin this relationship with you just like his last one, really killed the mood. This is too meta, he thought. 

Slightly crumpled flowers held limply in his left hand, he knocked on your door, reliving the day a month and a day ago. 

The door creaked open, a tight-lipped smile covered his face, awkwardness settling in his stomach. Anxiety clenched at his heart as you appeared from behind the door. You stood pretty plainly, chewing on your lips slightly, your eyebrows raised, although your eyes were slightly red and puffy above your cheekbones. Your hand rested on the door knob, you hovered in the doorway, looking towards Peter. Hey,she cut her hair 

“Hey.” you stated, ending the silence. 

“Hi.” Peter sighed, handing you the flowers in his hand. You took them and walked down the hallway that lead to the kitchen, leaving the door open for Peter. You slowly filled a vase with water, sliding the flowers in, leaving the vase on the counter you turned to Peter. 

‘Thank you, for the flowers.” Peter nodded along, wondering how he would go into the whole ‘spiderman’ thing. 

“I like your hair.”Peter said, voice cracking ever so slightly. 

“Uh thanks.” She quipped, followed by a pregnant silence.

He furrowed his brows and shrugged, knowing that everyone in the world expected him to least apologize with the florals alongside him. Standing in the kitchen, Peter decided to just go for it. 

“I really just wanted to apologize for missing last night, I don’t really have a good excuse to be honest.” Why did he say that? Now she’ll think that he doesn’t care, which is really quite the opposite.

 “NOT that I don’t care or anything, I mean,I really care! Like a lot! And y’know the Stark Internship keeps me really busy and-” Before he could think of another lame excuse you cut him off. 

“Peter it’s fine, it really is. I’m not mad anymore.” You ran a hand through your newly cut strands, pulling it out of your eyes just  for it to adjust back in its original position. 

“You’re not?” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, a frown completing his confused face. “Because I totally would be, I would be like mega pissed.” 

“No, no, I’m not.” You paused, “I had a lot to think about last night.” Peter saw tears start to swell in your eyes, his mind went into overdrive. He immediately stepped towards you, taking you in his arms. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as well. You definitely needed this hug too. 

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He questioned, still standing in the embrace. You pulled out of the hug, the warmth now gone from his chest. You scratched at the side of your nose, and pulled one of your sweatshirt sleeves to wipe some stray tears away from your eyes.

“Tris found out. About us.” You disclosed. Peter’s eyes widen, immediately returning to the hug. 

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Changlix AU/ Break the silence! (Part One)

Pairings: Seo Changbin x Lee Felix, Bang Chan x Kim Woojin, Lee Minho x Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin x Hwang Hyunjin, ft. Yang Jeongin Plot: Chan finally sees no other chance to rebel against the system, even though he knows that he can get into trouble once again, losing the person he loves a second time. But he has to risk it! Felix ha no clue what the strange package in front of his house is meant to be, but when he follows the clues it leads him to a conspiracy he never wanted to be part of. (SiFi!Au, Futuristic!AU) Warnings: Angst maybe, but nothing really bad, I guess… Words: 1345 Part One/Two/Three/Four…

A/N: Okay because the Trailer left me shook and I saw this post by @straykdays , I thought why not take part, even though Idk if multiple parts stories are allowed and there are already so many amazing posts. I wanted to write this anyway, so here we go! Enjoy!

you’re a Glitch. you’re not like the Others. we need TO rebel. I’ll Meet you todAy, Lee feLix.

Felix looks at the small piece of paper in his hands. What are those words supposed to mean? It doesn’t make sense at all. And who writes notes these days anyway. Probably a prank that some guys from school play on him.

The young boy is sick of all this. School is already hard enough, but the other children that love to humiliate you are just the “cherry” on top. And the adults won’t even do something about bullying. >It’s good for the process of growing up because it helps children to stand up for themselves and it helps them to make important experiences.

Felix isn’t the main victim of the bullying at school, probably because he always acts like he doesn’t care. Still, it’s annoying and the boy doesn’t understand why people are even so cruel.

But there is something about the note and the small package that doesn’t want to leave Felix’s mind. He is probably just hoping that something exciting may happen in his life.

After some time of thinking, Felix decides to open the package anyway. There could be one of those colour bombs in it, that ruin your white cloths or some other stuff of this kind. Would it be worth it just, because he is nosy?

Just starting by the way the package is wrapped, is unlike it would be for a prank. It’s too suspicious. The paper that’s it wrapped in is colourful and looks like an image, but Felix can’t make out what it exactly is.

So his curiosity gets the better of him and Felix slowly unwraps the object.

He counts on being scared by a loud noise any minute. He just thought something will happen.

But nothing does happen. After a few layers of paper and object falls on the youngers bed. It’s a watch.

But one Felix has never seen before.

Looking at the watch, Felix remembers that his grandfather had told him about watches when he was younger. He described them similar to the one Felix had in front of him. It was a digital watch, but the ones that are used now, have holographic features and are more like used as phones, TV, and computers than for looking at the time. Holographic clocks are all over the city, you always know what the time is.

Felix looks at the small display next to the door, besides showing the temperature, who is currently at home, when his family will be home, where they are also the time. It’s 6:01 p.m. currently, but the strange watch definitely shows 5:29. And Felix could swear it was 5:30 the last time he checked.

Keeping his eyes on the watch, Felix sees after some time how the digits changed again. 5:28.

Wait that’s not how a watch is supposed to work!

And again after a minute, it switches down again. Is it a countdown? Felix is confused, why would someone send him an old watch, with a countdown, especially one that ends in more than five hours, exactly when it’s half past eleven.

Felix reads the note again. Does the clock show when he is supposed to meet that person? Why is he even trying to solve this riddle, he should report this and go on with his life.

But he is too curious. Who wants to meet him and why?

Meeting that person isn’t a good idea, maybe it’s a test or something. Felix is twisted, he has no idea what he should do.

In the end, he decides for solving the riddle, it doesn’t mean he has to meet that person.

Getting in front of his laptop, Felix quickly disconnects with his current account. It’s something he has learned pretty soon. When he had been younger he wanted to read books and watch movies that were illegal, so he learned how to trick the system and do something on the laptop without being logged in.

If someone would have checked his laptop and checked for any illegal stuff they would easily find something. Felix isn’t that good with all the tech stuff. But no one has ever suspected anything.

At first, he searches for how to solve a hidden message, but there aren’t any helpful results. He checks the note again.

There is something odd about the sentences the person has only written some as capital letters. Maybe that’s the trick.

G-O-T-O-I-M-A-L-L

Felix has never heard a word similar to that, but searching for it won’t hurt.

He get’s a few results, but nothing that can help him, or would make sense. Maybe the letters aren’t in the right order, or he has to leave one out. There are thousands of possibilities.

Felix starts with crossing the G out. But OTOIMALL leaves no results, so he goes on.

He is at the letter I, already frustrated he types in the word. GOTOMALL.

And there it is, one result.

 Chan looks at the holographic clock, on the display. They have two hours left. Will they all make it? Mabey all this was a mistake! What if one of them tells the police. Chan trusts them, but he is still a little anxious.

Probably not because of the whole situation. Will he come? Will he see him again? The thoughts are racing through his head and like always when he thinks of the other young man his heart starts to race and his stomach gets all tingly.

But even when he decides to come, they can never get to what they had. Chan destroyed it. But he hasn’t really had another chance. It was the best for him. Chan only tried to protect the boy he loves. He wanted to save him. He always wanted the best for Kim Woojin.

“I didn’t believe it at first, though it’s some sick joke…or a trap.”

Chan shoots up turning around pointing his gun at the young man that had enters the room, quietly.

“It’s really you.”

Slowly taking his gun down, Chan can’t keep a smile from his lips. Woojin is here, the first one to solve the riddle. He had always been smart.

“Woojin!” Chan takes a step closer to the other, wanting to hug him desperately, making sure he is okay after all these years.

But instead of a welcoming hug, he feels a sharp pain on his left cheek. Woojin hit him.

“You bastard! I thought you’re dead! All those fucking years!” Woojin grabs his collar, looking straight into Chan’s eyes, anger and disappointment clear on his face.

The younger doesn’t know what to say.

“Why did you do it? You left me alone! You broke my heart…” The last part is barely a whisper, Woojin can feel tears form and he hates himself for it. He had cried too many nights because of Chan.

Letting go of the other Woojin turns around wiping away the tears, hoping the other didn’t see them.

“I’m sorry…”

The older laughs, but it sounds dry, not like the genuine laugh Chan always loved.

“Why are you back?”

“We have to do something…”

“Not this again!” Woojin cuts him off, facing him again, already tired of the conversation.

“You believed in it.”

“I believed in you.” That takes Chan off guard. What does Woojin mean?

“Why do you need me, Chan?”

“You’re the only one who is left of…”

“I see.” Again the older cuts him off. He doesn’t want to hear their name. Woojin doesn’t want to reopen all those wounds.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Chan is surprised that Woojin is giving in so quick.

The older only nods.

“But if you plan on pulling the same stunt like five years ago, you’ll really die this times. By my hands.”

“Got it” Chan gulps, hating the awkward tension between them, but what did he think? That they would make up and get together again. He is a fool. A fool for Kim Woojin.

“I guess I’m not the only one who got a package.”

“Yeah, if all of them make it we’ll be nine.”

Woojin scoffs.

“Than let’s wait for them.”

[fhujami]

My other half | Chapter 11 [Sam Drake x Reader]

Pairing: Reader x Original male character, Samuel Drake x Reader

Words: 2442

A/N: Cursive words between ‘these’ are your thoughts.

Tags: @jodiereedus22  @random-aya @dragonjedihobbit @missdictatorme

A/N: Oh god this was so hard chapter, because I made couple huuuuge changes to the original plot what I have wrote (which i hope was not mistake and this isn’t totally shit now)

My other half

Chapter 1 - 9 - Chapter 10 -  Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - 29 - Chapter 30 -

Chapter 11

Every lie will revealed in some point.

Sam lied to Nate. He was Nate’s brother and he lied to him. He kept himself in darkness for two years, came back into his life and then lied to him. Did he really think he never get caught with his lie?

What if Rafe hasn’t revealed his secret? What if you had found the treasure just the three of you? 400 millions in gold and jewels, half was suppose to go to Hector Alcazar, what Sam had done with that half if he wanted to stand with his lie? Would he have kept it himself? Would he after finding treasure revealed his lie himself?

There was so many questions in your head.

His lie has revealed, and so was Nate’s lie to Elena. Now, it was just your lie to become revealed. Maybe Jason had found out that already, your phone had broke down in the shipwreck, you can’t call him or anything. You needed to wait until you got back home - if you ever get back home - so you’ll find out has he found out that already. Would he forgive you?

The silence between you and Sam was deep and awkward. You just stared each other's, Sam looked at you with sadness and shock, he really thought you had some kind of feelings for him. And you did, but you were already with Jason. 

The door got open and Rafe and his men came inside, breaking the silence between you two.

“Okay, we need to keep moving.” Rafe said as one of the military's came to you, take a hold on your armpit and leaded you out of the room, as Sam followed Rafe.

As you were moving forward, you let Sam do all the work to lead Rafe to the treasure. You tried to figure out your messed head. Why you felt like this? Sam was just a stranger, who had lied to you from the very first moment you two met, how could you ever trust him? But still, part of you wanted to wrap your hands around his neck and pull him as close as you just could. He was like a magnet who was pulling you towards him.

Even he was a lying bastard, you could still tell that he had a good heart. Deep down in his heart, his actions was to made good - to find their mother’s legacy together with his little brother. You didn’t blame him, he spend over decade behind bars, only thing in mind was to find this treasure.

When you reached to the some kind of ship graveyard, Rafe and his men started to prepare you to move to the next destination. The military who was with you, moved further, so Sam choose to act and help you to get your hands free, so you could run.

You looked how Rafe, Nadine and their men were focusing on to pack the trucks, you saw how Sam walked to you, and started to wrap open the ropes from your hands.

“What the hell are you doing?” You looked him under your eyebrows, as Sam tried to work with the rope as fast as he could.

“As fast as your hands are free, you could start to run away.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Hey! Drake! Get away from her!” You heard that military who just walked away from you yelling at you and you peeked behind Sam, seeing how he came closer to you, Sam tried his hardest to get your hands free, while the military came closer and closer, yelling at you and drawing others attention to you two.

You looked back at Sam, who shook his head as a sign that he needed more time to wrap your hands free. You saw how Rafe and his men were starting to come closer too and you tried to think what you could do.

“Run.” He said to you but you shook your head. He demanded you to run for second time but you shook your head again.

When the military put his hand on Sam’s shoulder, Sam landed his elbow to his nose and yelled you to run. And this time you did. You started to ran as fast as you just could, as you heard how the bullets started to whine around you, and somewhere in the distance you could hear Sam yelling you to run and not to look back.

And you didn’t, you ran as fast as you just could, and didn’t look back. Even you wanted to look back and see if Sam was running behind you, you didn’t, you focused on your steps as you avoided to get shot.

You stumbled to your feets when you were running too fast and you landed on the ground and you groaned from the pain. You heard a gun getting loaded and you turned to you back, and you sighed from relief.

“Oh god, Sully!” You gasped, as Sully lowered his gun.

“Jesus kid, are you alright?” He took a hold on your arm and helped you to up to your feet. You nodded and showed your already badly bruised hands, asking him to get the ropes off from you. Sully took a knife and helped you to get off the rope.

“So you came back with Elena? Or just you?” You asked while carefully trying your bloody wrists when the rope was finally out of your hands.

“She’s with Nate, where’s Sam?” He asked from you and you shook your head, while felt huge relief to hear that Nate was alive.

“He helped me to escape, I thought he was running behind me.”

And then you started to hear lots of explosions and gunshots not far away. You both looked how the ruins started to fall down and the disaster getting closer and closer to you. And soon you two saw how Nate was running for his life, when Shoreline truck was chasing him.

Sully grabbed RPG from the ground and shoot the truck, as you helped Nate to get up to the cliff. Nate looked at your bruised hands before he wrapped you into a deep hug. You hided your face into his shoulder and sighed deeply, while feeling his arms around you.

“I thought you were dead.” You mumbled against him as he smoothed gently your back.

“No cliff had killed me before.” He joked and chuckled and you hit him to the stomach. Always joking around even he would be dying. Part of you hated that of him, but on the other hand - it was pure Nate.

Soon you heard Elena’s voice as she run to Nate and hugged him, and then the troublemaker himself showed up. You hugged Elena as you let brother’s change couple words before you choose to move to the plane and get away from this island.

But Sam had other plans. He tried to convince the four of you to go after the treasure.

“How long we have been chasing this thing, huh? You and me. No offense to these guys… But they don’t get it.” He stepped closer to Nate, who looked at Elena, Sully and you in turns.

“Actually Sam… They do. They really do.”

You could see the hurt in Sam’s face when Nate gave him back the note. You felt kinda bad for Sam. This was all he dreamed about for the last fifteen years.

“Trust me, they’ve seen this… kind of obsession before.” You lowered your gaze and nodded. Nate was right, you and him were the same years ago. You kept going even you didn’t need to. And that same obsession had made you to come here now. Not the obsession of treasure, but the obsession of having adventure.

Finally Sam nodded and turned to Sully, asking where the plane is.

Soon you saw Sully’s plane on the distance on the dock and you were so happy to see your getaway. You can finally get away from this goddamn island.

With the help of Nate, four of you were sliding in a skyrail to the other side of the huge cliff between two platforms. You laid down to the rail and yelled to Nate to got up, as Sam laid next to you to help to get Nathan up to the skyrail.

But when Nate stepped to that skyrail - it was like Nate’s touch was truly cursed, he always manage to broke everything he hanged - the skyrail collapsed and three of you were hanging on it.

Nate jumped to the left where you were originally going, and you manage to jump to the other side with Sam, when the skyrail finally broke down for good. Nate told you to jump to other side so you could keep moving, but Sam stopped and looked at the mountain. You knew what he was thinking.

You tried to convince Sam to jump over the cliff with you, among with Nate, but he wouldn’t listen to you, neither of you. He had choose to go after the treasure. When he finally started to jog towards the mountain, you brushed your fingers to your hair and sighed deeply. You can’t let him go by himself.

You looked the way Sam had just jogged, before you turned to look back at Nate, and he knew what you were going to do.

“No, no, don’t even think about it for going after him alone!” He yelled at you, offering his hand, asking you to jump. You shook your head to him, you could not let him to run to his own death, or that Nate would lose his brother again.

“I bring him back before he reaches the mountain!” You yelled back and turned to run after Sam, and didn’t stop even you heard Nate,Elena and Sully yelling after you.

‘What the hell are you doing [Y/N]? You think you can change his mind?’ You were just literally running to your own death too, you had no idea how you could change Sam’s mind and made him come back with you.

You ran after Sam, screaming his name as he kept jogging toward the mountain. You needed to run more faster so you could reach him.

“Hey asshole I’m talking to you!” You screamed, run to him, grabbed his arm and made him to face you, but he ripped his hand from your grip.

“Can you just let me go?”

“You don’t need to do this! You have nothing to prove! There is no reason to do this Sam!”

“Why should i turn back huh? There’s nothing for me! Nate hates me because I lied to him and dragged him into this and you -”

He stopped talking and swallowed. You looked into his eyes, there was little bit sadness in them, while you waited him to complete his sentence, even you were sure what he was going to say.

“There’s no reason to come with you.” He said, while his eyes got wet when tears were pushing through. “I bet your fiance is desperately waiting for you to come back home.”

You felt bad for him. You wanted to give him a reason to go back with you, and not to walk to his own death. But you couldn’t. You loved Jason. If things were different, maybe you and Sam could be together. He just entered to your life in a wrong time. And you didn’t want to feel him more bad, to let him know that he wasn’t standing with his feelings alone, because you were not going to act how your feelings were telling. You didn’t want to give him false hope.

You wanted to be friend with him when you get back home, if he just wanted that too.

“You are Nate’s brother. He does not hate you. He just got you back after so many years, he does not want to lose you again.” You said to him while looking deep into his eyes. Sam wished you could give him another reason to turn back.

“That is not enough…” He whispered and swallowed his tears.

You looked deep into his eyes. You wished everything would be in different way, if he has just came back to Nate right after Rafe got him out of prison… Maybe you hadn’t been with Jason then yet, maybe your and Sam’s destiny's had entwined back then and you'll be with him.

But now it was too late. You felt sad because of it, but you couldn’t threw away what you had with Jason - if you even had anything anymore.

Your head was so messed up. You had no idea what you wanted. You wanted Jason, but you didn’t want to get married. And the fact was that you also wanted Sam - even you barely even knew him and you didn’t want to admit those feelings to yourself at first.

And you didn’t think it at all, when you wrapped your hands around Sam’s neck and pushed your lips against his, pulling him closer to you.

Sam shivered when he finally felt your lips on his. He hesitated for a while, before he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you even closer to him. He didn’t want to left no space at all between you two.

When you finally realized what you were doing, you pulled away from the kiss and stepped further from him, while putting your fingers to your lips.

“I - I’m sorry.” You lowered your gaze to the ground while hiding your face in your palms.

Sam saw that you really weren’t sure what you wanted. So he wanted to made it easy for you, and he quietly started to walk backwards, heading to the mountain again. He didn’t want you to need to choose, you were already with someone else, you were getting married. Even that he was having feelings towards you, he didn’t want you to throw your future away because of him. He didn’t deserve you, you deserved much better than him.

When you finally raised your head from your hands, you didn’t saw Sam anywhere.

“Sam?!” You screamed and started to move forward, looking for him. You didn’t notice his footprints on the ground, so you turned on the wrong way, which was actually much easier and shorter way down than what Sam had chosen.

You stumbled down the mountain, once in awhile yelling for Sam, before the front of you there were a couple of Shoreline military. They noticed you before you manage to hide, so you raised your hands up and sighed deeply, knowing that you will die in this goddamn island.

[tcm--holland]

threat // peter parker

request from @fragilefrances: Reader keeps getting threats and she keeps it to herself and when she disappears, Peter finds the threats and tries to find her before its too late

word count: 3.3k

a/n: hey guys! this my first time writing a request, so i hope you guys enjoy! i realize i didn’t do exactly what the request said, but i hope it’s still ok (sorry!!). unedited! this will get a part 2 soon! and starting next monday, i begin high school! it should be okay for the first few weeks, but i might get a lil busy so i hope y'all understand! i’ll still write as much as possible <3 and hope you guys enjoy this! warning for threatening and kidnapping themes. <3333

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“So I thought about telling her that, y’know, I was kind of in an awkward situation there. But how are you supposed to do that with all these people around?”

“Mhm.”

“And then she had this idea, right, and I was like, ‘What are you doing?’ and she was getting this empty bottle and she said she wanted to play Spin the Bottle!”

“Uh huh.”

“She knows that I have strict boundaries with that stuff, and she still…” You trail off into silence for a few seconds. “Okay, Pete, I know you don’t care, but give me something to work with here.” You wait for a response, and then check to see if Peter is still on the other end of the line. “Hello?”

“Wait, what did you say?” You sigh audibly at this. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was…zoned out.”

“It’s okay.” There’s a short pause.

“So what were you telling me?”

“Uh, it’s nothing important. Speaking of which, I’m getting a little tired. I’d better get going.”

“It’s not even eight, how are you tired already?” He sounds confused.

“I stayed up last night. I’ll see you.”

“Uh, okay then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hang up the phone call, feeling discomfort poke at you. Peter’s as close to a best friend you’ll ever have. You know him like the back of your hand. But recently he’s been a little weird around you. He’s always off in his own little world, thinking about something else. It was okay the first few times, but now you hardly have conversations with him anymore. You’re just worried if he’s okay sometimes.

Is this just a thing that happens when people grow apart? You gaze out of your tiny window into the not-so-tiny world. The sun is drowning in the horizon, the fiery orange and red tones fading away into pink, and then into periwinkle blue. The city is noisy, but in this transition between day and night, everything looks beautiful.

You think about talking to Peter. But where would you even begin? How do people have supportive conversations? You’re not very good at being helpful in this kind of situation. You move away from your window and flop onto your bed. You dig around your sheets for a minute before finding your phone. You Google ‘Why is my best friend being distant?’ and scroll through a few pages. If anything, this just depresses you more, so you decide to stop.

You’re about to close your phone when it dings with a text. Is it Peter with another half-assed apology? It seems you’ve been spared from that tonight. You scroll through your conversations, but you don’t see any new texts. You frown when you see an old text. Whoops, you forgot to text a classmate back about a quiz. The quiz that happened today. Yikes.

Well, you’re sure it’s okay. You set your phone aside to do homework. But as soon as you lift your pencil, your phone starts ringing. Without looking at who it is, you pick up, voice firm. “Peter, I’m sleeping. Bye.”

You pause, and then look at who’s really calling you. Whoever it was turned off their caller ID. Uh…weird. Is this a prank call? “Um…hello?” You say cautiously.

The silence hangs for what feels like an eternity. Unsettled, you hang up. You have a notification for a text. You open it.

Unknown: There’s a package waiting for you on your doorstep. Get it within fifteen minutes.

You frown. Is this one of your friends trying to play some sick practical joke on you? “Yeah? Or what?” You mutter to yourself, scoffing.

Unknown: [image attached] Or else something might just happen to him.

Your eyes widen when you look at the picture. It’s Peter, sitting in his bedroom. But…he’s, like, attached to the ceiling. He’s hanging upside down and reading a book. No, this must be digitally edited or something. That’s when you see two things. The digital clock, which reads the time right now: 8:37 PM. And a very familiar looking suit on the floor. The Spider-Man suit. You’ve never been more confused.

You feel a tight knot in your chest. How does this person know who Peter is? How do they know you? Who are they? How do they know that you know Peter? They’re not going to hurt him, are they? Why does Peter have that suit? Christ, is he the Spider-Man that you saw in a YouTube video a few days ago?

You look at your clock. Nearly five minutes have passed already. You don’t want to find out what they’ll do to Peter if you don’t comply, so you quickly stand up and fumble to unlock your door. You race downstairs and past a pair of worried looking mothers.

“Honey, is everything -” You cut one of them off as you step out of the apartment. Sure enough, there��s a small box sitting there. You scoop it up and dash back upstairs with it. You swallow, breathing heavily as you grab your phone. Another message pops up.

Unknown: Good girl. Give it to the hooded boy waiting in the alley by your building at 7:50 AM tomorrow. Don’t talk to him.

You try keep yourself together and think. Do you dare send a message?

You: who are you and how do you know me?

You: how do you know him?

No response. You didn’t really expect one, anyway.

You: you can do anything you want with me. just don’t touch him. please.

You don’t expect a response to that, either, but then, a message pops up.

Unknown: Follow your instructions without hesitation and he will go unharmed.

You set your phone down as you try to process everything. The first thing you do is cry, sobbing uncontrollably while you clutch a pillow to your chest. What do you even do? You want to call Peter, but you’re scared of what might happen. Whoever this is knows how dear he is to your heart. What do they know and what don’t they know? Is anything even private anymore?

You think about every memory you shared with Peter. That one time you ruined his new jeans by throwing a cupcake at him. Or when you sat on the floor and debated over Star Wars fan theories for a whole day. Or the countless nights you stayed up with him on Skype, talking endlessly. Or just a few months ago, when he kissed you and he thought you didn’t feel that way about him even though you did.

He’s not just the friend that went through thick and thin with you. You love him, goddammit. And now you don’t know what to do because you can’t imagine being in a world without him. You can’t even imagine him ever being hurt. At any other point in your life, the possibility that he might be Spider-Man would freak you out more than anything. But right now, you don’t care about any of it. You’re pretty sure that even Spider-Man can’t dodge a bullet when he least expects it.

You try to make yourself feel better about it all. So what, you move around a few packages and then they leave you alone. And then you can carry on with your life and have everything be okay. No biggie.

Still, a dark feeling disturbs you.

Having completely forgotten about your homework, you lay on your bed to sleep. You’re too frightened to sleep with the lights off, so you leave them on as you drift into an uncomfortable slumber. You toss and turn all night, racked with paranoia and fear. You hardly get any sleep. For the longest time, you stare at the ceiling. You just want Peter to be safe. You just want to protect him. The idea of protecting Spider-Man feels silly, but the picture ‘Unknown’ sent you lingers in your head. He’s still a kid, like you. He still has vulnerabilities.

You jolt when your alarm clock goes off, scaring you. You quickly switch it off. 6:30 AM. If you have to give the package to someone at 7:50, you’re going to be late for school. You guess one day won’t be too bad. You scrape your hair out of your face and put on your jeans and t-shirt from yesterday. The t-shirt says “May the force be with you” but the word “force” is replaced with the formula for force. It was a Christmas present from Peter.

At 7:30, you head outside to wait with the package in hand. It’s chillier than you expected, but you manage to stand there for twenty minutes. Goosebumps lines your exposed arms as you look around for the recipient. You realize that you didn’t even stop to think about what was in the box. You were so busy worrying about Peter that you forgot about it. What if you’re carrying meth or crack cocaine or something? What if you’re helping some illegal activity happen?

Just as you start freaking out over it, a hooded figure enters the alley. You’ve never seen the guy before, but he looks young. He can’t be older than seventeen. He stares at you expectantly. You open your mouth to say something but quickly shut it when you remember that you’re not supposed to say anything. You quickly hand over the box. To your surprise, he starts opening it. You watch, lips parted.

You expect him to take out something suspicious-looking, but instead he reveals a knife wrapped in cloth. He unwinds the cloth, and before you can even scream, the boy pins you to the wall. One gloved hand presses tightly over your mouth as you try and yell out. He presses the knife to your throat and you reflexively tilt your head back to try and create some space between your neck and the knife.

Oh god, this is it. This is the end. You think about how you should’ve been a little nicer to your moms, and how you should’ve apologized to a few people. You should’ve told Peter you loved him. And maybe kissed him again. His image flashes in your head. His warm, dark eyes that crinkle when he smiles at you. His soft lips against yours, hungry for something you’ve both wanted for an eternity. The way his dark brown hair flops onto his forehead and escapes the gel when he’s leaning over to work on a project. The look on his face right before he’s about to make a dumb joke that you’ll laugh at anyway. It’s all too sweet to let go of so quickly, but if it means saving him, you’ll do it without hesitation.

And then, as though the guy was having second thoughts, he steps back. He almost looks apologetic, but it might just be the lighting. Your heart’s still pounding out of fear as you fumble for your phone. What the hell?

Unknown: Wait until further instruction.

You look back up to yell at the boy, but he’s vanished. You glance into the darkening alley, and then out towards the street. Great, you don’t want your life threatened again anyway. You check the time. It’s nearly 8:10, and you’re already missing first period. You race out to go to school.

In second period English, Peter side eyes you the whole time, like he normally does. You normally do the same, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to look at him today. Your phone is on your lap in case you get a text.

Is he really Spider-Man? You tune out the entire class, until the teacher walks up to you. “Y/N, are you alright?” You jolt slightly in surprise when you see her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you say quickly, tripping over your words.

“You didn’t seem to hear me for the past five minutes. Where’s your homework?” You’re acutely aware that the whole class is staring at you, including Peter. Your cheeks redden in embarrassment when you realize you didn’t do it last night. What are you supposed to say?

“U-Uh, I left it at, um, home.” Your voice is quiet as you look down, your face burning up. Everyone’s going to think you’re stupid and you don’t take school seriously. They’re going to think that instead of doing my homework last night, you were at Flash’s party getting drunk, and that’s why you’re being weird now. Ha. As if you’d even get invited.

You spend the rest of class being extremely embarrassed as you try and participate more. At the end of class, Peter walks up to you. Dejected, you try and walk past him, but he blocks your path.  You step around him, but he’s too quick. He grabs you by the arms this time, but then lets go when you show obvious discomfort. You walk out of the classroom, Peter right beside you. “What’s up with you?” He asks.

“Nothing,” you murmur, slightly annoyed.

“Oh, so you mean nothing as in totally ignoring me, having bags under your eyes, and not doing your homework for once in a blue moon. You look like you saw a ghost, you’re scared out of your damn mind. So don’t give me this bullshit about nothing being wrong, Y/N.” Is he mad at you? Suddenly, it seems silly to think he was the same person you fell in love with months ago. He seems completely different. The Peter you know wouldn’t get mad at you. His expression softens when he sees yours. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you know what, Parker, what’s wrong with you?”

By now, the halls are nearly clear except for those skipping. “What are you talking about?” Peter asks, confused. He looks kind of upset, because he knows you’re serious when you call him by his last name.

“You know what I’m talking about. You hardly talk to me, and you’re never paying attention when you do. If you don’t fricking like being around me, then tell me and I’ll leave you the hell alone! I thought we were best friends, and I thought that meant you could tell me anything. But whenever I ask, you say it’s nothing and I’ve been trying so hard to believe it. Because I trust you to tell me the truth when you think it’s time. But then the moment I start acting weird too, you just have to push it. Maybe I have my own secrets too. Did you ever think about that too? Maybe I put on a suit and I leap around kicking ass, too.” You spread your arms out, the angry look on your face quickly breaking apart. Peter’s eyes are wide as he stares, in complete shock. You can’t bring yourself to say anything else. You wipe the tears that start spilling from your eyes.

Peter tries to pull you into a hug, but you shove him away as hard as you can. Spider-Man can take a push, can’t he? But he winces anyway, simply watching as you walk away. You check your phone, and your heart pangs in your chest at the message.

Unknown: Don’t speak to him again.

You’ve never felt more alone, but at the same time, you can never truly be alone. You can’t even talk to Peter anymore, isolating you from the one person that matters most to you. But now you’re sure they’re watching you somehow. They’re watching your every footstep, they’re listening to your every word.

You instantly feel bad for yelling at Peter, as you always do whenever you get upset at him. You just can’t control your emotions around him anymore. For some reason, this all makes you want to protect him more.

God, you hate everything. You hate Peter for what he does but love him for who he is, which is a confusing thing all on its own. And he’s Spider-Man. And you’re doing scary ass things under the promise of his safety.

Your fingers brush against your throat. There isn’t a cut there or anything. Huh, maybe the knife just wasn’t that sharp.

Your phone pings with instructions to retrieve a box. For the next few hours, you’re forced to skip school as you obediently follow seemingly random orders. Thankfully, you don’t get any more knives shoved to your throat again. You just move things around, and you don’t even have to deliver things to anyone.

Over the course of the day, you start to calm down a little. It’s only now that you begin to question the person’s motive of threatening you with Peter. Do they want something from you? Or something from Peter? Peter is more likely, with him being Spider-Man and all. But all Spider-Man does is stop robbers and help old ladies out. He just doesn’t seem like a person worth targeting for the reason that he might be a threat to criminals.

You’ve had missed calls from him all day. He must be wondering where you went, but every time you even get the urge to call back, you remember the harsh warning you were given to not talk to him. He sent you tons of texts, too.

Peter: where are you???

Peter: y/n please!! i’m worried about you, just tell me you’re safe and i’ll stop.

Peter: i know you’re mad and you don’t care, but i really care. just tell me if you’re home or something. i won’t come visit you if you don’t want me to. i just need to know if you’re in a safe place. that’s it.

Messages like this continue on until a few scrolls. Finally, they come to a stop and then Ned texts you.

Ned: Hey Y/N Peter looks like he’s going to have a panic attack

Ned: It’s really bad and he won’t listen to me

Ned: Just tell him you’re okay so he’ll stop freaking out

Ned: Dude you realize he’ll put on his suit and try and find you if you don’t respond soon right

You take a deep breath and look away, pained inside. You don’t want to think about Peter getting anxiety over you. At least he’s alive. And when all of this is over, you can tell him everything and he’ll understand. Because he’d do the same for you. That’s just the kind of people you and Peter are. Your thoughts are cut off when you see you got a message from ‘Unknown’.

Unknown: Go back to the alleyway by your apartment and wait.

Unknown: This is the last message you will receive.

Something about this feels weird to you. Wait for what? This is a vague message, which is unusual considered the pattern of very specific messages. Nonetheless, you begin making your way home. Your phone keeps buzzing with messages, probably from Ned. You keep yourself going with only one thought in mind. It’s almost over. Just one more thing to do, and then it’s all over. You just hope Peter will be okay.

You finally get to the alleyway as the sun moves downward. It won’t be sunset for a few hours, unfortunately, but it’s not like you would be able to see it from down here anyway. You’re nervous, and there’s a very odd feeling in your gut. It’s giving you a very clear message. RUN. You ignore it, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone’s coming. No one.

You wait there for a while, realizing how exhausted you are from running around the city all day. You probably have so much homework to catch up on, and you owe an explanation for not showing up to most of your classes. Your phone buzzes again, and you finally look at it.

Mom: Honey, why did your mother and I get an email saying that you didn’t go to any of your classes other than English today?

Mom: You know that you can talk to us about anything. You can tell us the truth.

Shit. You are so screwed when you go home. You quickly start thinking of excuses, because you obviously can’t tell them the truth in this situation. As you worry over this, you don’t notice that someone is behind you.

Suddenly, you feel metal clang against your skull, and you’re gone. You drop the ground instantaneously, unconscious.

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