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quack-quack-snacks · 3 months ago

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Time Will Tell - Chapter 1.24

My Time Will Tell Masterlist

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The Time Will Tell Glossary

Warnings: The spider monster attack, reader gets injured (we love an injured queen), Hyun-su finally gets to choose his destiny (he pulls a Britney Spears). Word Count: 2,260

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You couldn’t stand watching the scene of Hyun-su just dangling in the air, wrapped up with nowhere to go and unable to do anything about it.

Instead, you went back to the nursery to find your siblings. When you got there, you only saw Yeong-su playing with his dinosaur next to Jin-ok and you walked over to lean down next to him. “Annyeong Yeong-su, have you seen your sister anywhere?” You asked him.

He looked up at you with a small pout. “No. She said she’d come play dinosaurs with me but she hasn’t come yet.”

“I’ll go find her and then the three of us can play. How about that?” You asked him with a smile and he immediately brightened up, nodding ecstatically.

So, you ventured off to find your sister, using it as a distraction from the rescue mission you weren’t participating in on the floor below you. It took you a while but you finally saw her just wandering the halls with a lost look on her face. It brightened when she saw you and you smiled at her. “Yeodongsaeng, you know you’re not supposed to be going off on your own. You’ll get lost or something could happen!” You lightly scolded and held out your hand for her to grab. She did happily and you started leading her in the direction of the nursery.

“I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to find Mr. Ha-” She was cut off by an ear-piercing screech that sounded from right behind you. You were already preparing to run even before you saw the eight-legged creature crawl out of a vent on the ceiling.

You acted purely on instinct when you picked Su-yeong up and started running. She screamed as she saw the monster quickly approaching you from behind and hid her face in your neck. You rounded the corner just in time to avoid the beast crashing into you, sending it flying into the wall with a sickening crack! instead. You let out a breath of relief when you saw Mr. Han aiming his crutch gun at the beast and you pushed your legs even faster. “Han Du-sik, move!” You screamed at him when the monster fell to the floor, incapacitated. You knew it would only stay down for so long and you wanted him to get out of there as soon as possible, especially with him being at a disadvantage.

You didn’t look back, but you could hear the squeaking of his wheels as he pushed them vigorously and sped away. You were set on getting Su-yeong to Jin-ok with your brother and protecting her before retreating to help the man; your axe was in the nursery anyways.

When you got there, you could see the room was boarded up, each of the residents completely abandoning the drill exercises you all had practiced so many times. It made you furious but you couldn’t do anything about it at that moment.

You banged harshly on the door to let them know you were out there before setting Su-yeong down and crouching to be at her level. “Get them to open the door for you and stay with Ms. Cha and Yeong-su, okay? I’m going to go help Mr. Han deal with the monster.”

You gave her a kiss on the forehead and ran away, leaving no room for a discussion as you barrelled to where you last saw Du-sik, completely abandoning your axe that was stored inside.

Sure enough, you found him, but he was lying on the floor, his wheelchair lying sideways with the wheels spinning aimlessly. “Han Du-sik!” You called out, running towards him and putting your arms under his armpits. You tried pulling him away despite his pleas to run away but you weren’t strong enough. The monster arrived just as you’d barely gotten him six feet away from where you found him and you cursed under your breath.

Just when you collapsed, falling beside the man and preparing yourself for the monster’s attack as it neared, Du-sik slammed his crutch against a lever on the pillar beside you. A string attached itself to one of the monster’s legs and left it dangling in the air. You almost let out a sigh of relief until you felt a searing pain slash against your side and you were sent flying in the air.

One of the spider monster’s legs had flailed around and gone clean through your shirt and side. It held onto your shirt while Han Du-sik grabbed onto your ankle, trying to pull you back. You were amazed at how your flimsy T-shirt was holding strong while the body it surrounded was being tugged in two different directions.

Turning as much as you could while in the hold of both the monster and Mr. Han, you banged your fists against any part of the monster you could reach with every ounce of strength you had. Your - still injured from you punching the glass case holding the axe just barely three days ago - hand’s wounds must have reopened because you could see the white bandage that wrapped around it was starting to stain itself with a growing blood patch.

Then, as quickly as you were raised into the air, you were dropped. You fell onto your back, the wind getting knocked out of you and you gasped uselessly. You could distantly hear Mr. Han screaming for you to run away but you could only bring yourself to move a few meters before you collapsed again, still unable to breathe and gasping for air. You gripped at your shirt and clawed at your neck for air until finally, finally, you felt a breath of air find its way into your lungs. You panted heavily, taking in breath after breath greedily and mentally thanking every single tree that existed. You looked up and saw one of the claws had pierced right through Du-sik’s leg, leaving it a bleeding mess on the floor. His face showed no pain so you assumed he couldn’t feel it but it was still a worrying sight.

You could truly only watch as he hit the monsterized leg going through his own leg. The lack of air, along with the blood loss you were going through with your side bleeding profusely, made your body weak.

You thanked your saviors when he was able to dislodge the claw and the beast was sent into the air by the group of girls holding the rope. When you looked over, you were able to see your little sister among the mix of people holding the rope; the only one you didn’t see was Eun-yu-

“You ugly eight-legged bastard freak! Fuck you!”

Speak of the devil.

Eun-yu came sprinting up behind you with a lit Molotov cocktail and chucked it at the monster. You knew she was most likely aiming at its torso but with the way it was thrashing around she only managed to set one of its legs on fire. Regardless, you thanked her mentally as she helped you up and started to basically drag you away to a safer location. You made a note to thank her verbally whenever you regained the ability to speak.

You stumbled alongside her until you both swung around when you heard screams as the group fell, losing their grip on the creature and unintentionally setting it free.

You watched as its sights set on you and Eun-yu.

You watched it regain its footing and start crawling towards you.

You watched the horror dawn itself on Eun-yu’s face.

And so you did it without thinking.

You used every ounce of strength left in your body to shove Eun-yu out of the way. She looked up as you did and screamed your name. A sad smile spread on your face as you accepted your fate. Your only regret was never saying goodbye to your siblings, forcing them to live as they had with your father’s death. You closed your eyes and waited as the creature approached. The screams of all the residents echoed through the room and the howls of the beast got closer and closer until-

What you expected to be sharp claws were instead replaced by a calloused hand spinning you around so that you were back to back with your savior.

You knew who it was immediately just from the feel of his hand on your skin. Despite the interaction being so fleeting, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget the feeling. It was just so uniquely him.

Ji-su suddenly ran up to you just as Eun-yu reached you and together, they helped drag you over to the wall. They leaned you against it and Eun-yu immediately started putting pressure on the laceration on your side. You cried out at the pain but didn't resist it - partly because you were too weak to but also because you knew it would stop you from bleeding out.

Hyun-su got stabbed multiple times by the monster and you watched it take him down, falling on top of him with screeching howls. The sight was horrifying and if you were strong enough you would have pushed Eun-yu and Ji-su away to rush over and help him.

It went on for an excruciatingly long minute before both parties of the fight stopped moving. You held your breath - which hurt your side like crazy but you ignored it - and waited, praying he was okay.

‘Let him be okay. You can take me away but please, please let him be okay...’ You pleaded in your head.

He finally moved, pushing the monster off and away from him. The sigh of relief you let out was painful but worth it. Wasting no time, he stood up, putting nearly all of his weight on the spear he held and panting heavily.

Everyone stared at him; some gazes thankful, some in shock, some in fear.

And then there was yours. Your gaze of such relief and affection and…

No… it couldn’t be… right?

You’d barely even known each other for more than two months, and the first month of that was just brief interactions that lasted probably much longer than they should have.

But there was no other way you could describe this feeling. No other way to describe how your heart lit up just at the sound of his name. How fiercely protective you got whenever someone talked down on him. How you longed for his presence when he was gone. How you were always drawn back to him no matter how hard they (Eun-hyuk) tried to separate you. How you felt no fear for him no matter what state he was in.

So that’s what it must be.

Love.

His eyes found yours and the small voids that absorbed all light like a black hole slowly retreated back into his pupils. His gaze traveled down from your eyes to where Eun-yu’s hands were still pressed into the wound on your side before he looked away. You could see the flash of guilt that covered his face when he saw the blood leaking from behind your shirt and immediately knew his mind was sent into the realm of self-blame.

He turned, starting to limp in the direction of the arcade room no doubt. He used his spear as a crutch and you yearned to reach for him and help him, but all you could do was watch helplessly as he walked off.

You tugged on Eun-yu’s sleeve with a pleading look. “Help me.”

She nodded, allowing you to wrap an arm around her neck while keeping her hand on your wound and assisting you as you followed after the boy.

Everyone else seemed to have the same idea as they got there before you, allowing you to watch as Hyun-su opened the door and stepped one foot through the frame before stopping at the sound of his name falling from Ji-eun’s mouth as she stepped to the front.

“Hyun-su,” she called. He stopped and slowly turned around to face her. “I’m sorry. I know we made… things more difficult for you.”

He just stood there watching her, his feelings of confusion and gratefulness at her apology plainly showing on his face.

Eun-hyuk stepped up next, saying what you’d been begging him to since the beginning. “This time, we’ll let you choose.”

The two choices he had were evident despite Eun-hyuk’s lack of saying them aloud.

Continue to spend his time in the arcade room, quarantining himself from everyone else.

Or:

Leave the arcade room and join the rest of the residents in their - as free as can be - free lives.

He stared at the boy who’d just granted him the choice regarding his freedom before skimming his eyes along everyone else. They stopped on you for a moment longer than needed before he turned back to the door. You nearly let out a sob at what you thought would be him going back into the arcade room regardless of the choice given to him, but you were quickly relieved when he retrieved the foot placed inside the room and closed the door. Once he turned back around, you were barely able to give him a smile and sigh out in relief before you could feel yourself fading.

“Fuck,” you said to yourself softly. Your arm started to slide from its place around Eun-yu despite her efforts to catch you and you fell to your knees before everything went black.

The last thing you remembered was the embrace of someone with soft, yet calloused, hands.

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lexaknoxville · 5 months ago

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party lover boy - Chris Pontius

“𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝘆𝗼, 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲��” - 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗥𝗲𝗱 𝗛𝗼𝘁 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶 𝗣𝗲𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀

pairing(s) | Chris Pontius x reader

summary | just some headcanons of being Party Boys gf 😚

warnings | kissing, blood, the usual jackass stuff

REQUESTS OPEN!!! MASTERLIST!!

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• this could be me being delusional but, i think he’s actually a really gentle man

• well you know how he is normally, but i see him being an absolute sweetie to you

• plays with your hair 😫 i can see him running his fingers through it, helping with a curl routine if you have one, and he LOVES if you get it done all nice and pretty (definitely a sucker for braids)

• will randomly show up to your house as bunny the lifeguard, just to get a laugh out of you

• IMAGINE TRAVELING WITH HIM FOR WILDBOYZ!!!

• def the type to throw bugs and random shit at you, then feel bad if he actually upsets you (it’s best to act upset, if not he’ll keep doing it 😟)

• secretly a sucker for the cheesy shit like sharing a milkshake, matching bracelets, etc

• jokingly he’s not joking flirting with steve-o just to mess with you

“y/n you’re great and all but, me and steve-o have a special connection” - chris with that goofy ass smile on his face

• will see a pretty flower while he’s out wondering around and brings it back to you

“ i saw it and thought you would like it, here you go!”

• he’s so cute omg

• BEGS you to get your nipples pierced with him, i can see it now omg

“babe we should totally get matching nipple rings”

• will pull some random fun fact out of his ass, and then be shocked when you didn’t know

“chris, honey, what are you talking about…”

“YOU DIDNT KNOW?”

15 minute rant follows

• randomly pops into your room with your bra and underwear on

(constantly scolding him for breaking the clasps on your bras, so he buys you new ones)

• a REALLY GOOD KISSER

• i feel like he’s a gentle, slow kisser, really likes to take his time with it

unless he’s drunk, then it’s sloppy and fast

• comes home bloody and you have to clean him up, yall are STOCKED UP on first aid stuff

• calls you nicknames like baby, babe, angel, and the random shit like monkeybutt, and pumpkin 😭

• loves pop music, don’t play with me

• i KNOW he blasts Britney Spears in the car if you want him too 🤷‍♀️ i don’t make the rules sorry

UGHH THIS IS ALL I HAVE RN, BUT I KNOW MORE WILL COME TO ME SO BE READY FOR MORE OF THESE 🙏

CHRIS PONTIUS MY KING

for @tonymarias 🫡

#viva la bam #jackass #wildboyz #party boy #chris pontius x reader #chris pontius #steve o #jackass fanfic #chris imagine #headcanon

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klaus-littlestwolf · 2 years ago

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Bucky Barnes Playlist

I have a really extensive playlist for Bucky and I’m just posting the top songs that I feel go perfectly with him

These are my Top Picks

Holding Onto Smoke -Motionless in White

Catharsis -Motionless in White

Fix You -Coldplay

Candyman -Christina Aguilera

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked -Cage the Elephant

Little Lion Man -Mumford and Sons

Demons -Imagine Dragons

Monster -STARSET

I’ll be Good -Jaymes Young

It’s Been a Long, Long Time -Kitty Kallen

Numb -LINKIN PARK

Broken -lovelytheband

Soldier -Samantha Jade

Roaring 20s -Panic @ the Disco

Hold On Til May -Pierce the Veil

Human -Rag’n’Bone Man

Lonely Dance -Set it Off

My Name (Wearing Me Out) -Shinedown

Already Gone -Sleeping at Last

Anti-Hero -Taylor Swift

Shattered -Trading Yesterday

Chivalry is Dead -Trevor Wesley

Run Boy Run -Woodkid

Control -Zoe Wees

The Devil Within -Digital Daggers

Here’s a big portion of the rest of my Bucky Barnes Playlist

Disguise -Motionless in White

Another Life -Motionless in White

Masterpiece -Motionless in White

Porcelain -Motionless in White

Hello, Brooklyn -All Time Low

Monsters -All Time Low

Hey Brother -Avicii

Bad Reputation -Avril Lavigne

everything I wanted -Billie Eilish

Bad Guy -Billie Eilish

Insane -Black Gryph0n & Bassik

Have a Nice Day -Bon Jovi

Human -Christina Perri

Criminal -Britney Spears

Popular Monster -Falling in Reverse

Wrong Side of Heaven -5 Finger Death Punch

Kill of the Night -Gin Wigmore

Echo -Jason Walker

Monster -Imagine Dragons

Rise -Katy Perry

Part of Me -Katy Perry

Brother -Kodaline

All I Want -Kodaline

We Don’t Talk About Bruno -Encanto

Monster -Reckless Love

In the Stars -Benson Boone

Happier -Marshmello

That’s Just Life -Memphis May Fire

Carry on my Wayward Son (cover) -Neoni

I’m No Good -New Years Day

How You Remind Me -Nickelback

Apologize -OneRepublic

Counting Stars -OneRepublic

Try -P!nk

The Good, The Bad, and the Dirty -Panic @ the Disco

The Only Exception -Paramore

No Way Out -Phil Collins

Strangers Like Me -Phil Collins

A Match into Water -Pierce the Veil

Holding on and Letting Go -Ross Cooperman

Play with Fire -Sam Tinnesz

Killer in the Mirror -Set it Off

Duality -Set it Off

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing -Set it Off

Treat You Better -Shawn Mendes

MONSTERS -Shinedown

Sick of it -Skillet

Rise -Skillet

Feel Invincible -Skillet

The Resistance -Skillet

Animal I Have Become -Three Days Grace

New Perspective -Panic @ the Disco

Here Without You -3 Doors Down

Iris -Goo Goo Dolls

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 3 years ago

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Akai Shuichi Masterlist 1

You can find my second Akai Shuichi masterlist on my blog.

Detective x Family: Akai’s Version

Sitting on his lap headcanons

Aftercare Headcanons

Clingy!Reader Headcanons

v short petname post + imagine

Dating headcanons

Model!Reader Headcanons

Jealousy Headcanons, you and him

Former NOC!Reader headcanons

Reader with frequent headaches Headcanons

Pregnant Reader Headcanons

At the Gate (Angst)

Shrunken Kaito headcanons

Akai x Trans!reader headcanons

Teasing going too far Headcanons

Akai x After Dark by Mr Kitty Drabble

Akai x Dark Red by Steve Lacey Drabble

Short post (fem!reader)

Drabble size kink go brrr

Versatile s/o headcanons (clingy and loud, motherly and quiet)

Akai x With me by sum 41 Drabble (Akai finally returns to the Reader after his mission)

Akai x A Match Into Water by Pierce The Veil Drabble

Valentines Day Headcanon

Reader flinches at loud noises

Comfort (family problems) Headcanons

Confession Headcanons

Lawyer!reader being kidnapped

Bad Day comfort Headcanons

Akai x touchstarved!reader Headcanons

Reader comforting Akai after a difficult mission Headcanons

Agent!reader gets injured on a mission

Nurse!Reader Headcanons

Thinking it’s unrequited love for Akai but it isn’t Headcanons

Akai’s smell

Insecure!reader Headcanons

Red String (Multifandom)

Stealing his clothes Headcanons

Day in the life of his spouse

Soft Moments with Akai

Having a child with Akai Headcanons

Warm Days and Snow

Reader having a chronic illness Headcanons

Birthday Headcanons

Taking care of sick!Akai Headcanons

Oneshot: Akai unable to come back from a mission

Oneshot: wanting to break up with Akai for Subaru

Reader stops trying to convey their feelings for Akai

Driving with their s/o

Loosing a Pet Headcanons

Matching Hearts Drabble

Small and Pretty Drabble (male!reader)

Fighting over which Organisation Kaito will become part of drabble

Akai’s s/o having a stalker Headcanons

Being in love with a childhood friend Headcanons

Reader with arthritis/joint pain Headcanons

Proposing to his s/o Headcanons

Setting Sun: On the beach with his s/o Drabble

Trying to get shy!reader to call him by his firstname Headcanons

Setting Sun: Hiking with Akai Drabble

Children of Dawn: Meeting an old childhood friend again Headcanons

Setting Sun: Romantic Getaway Drabble

Laying on his Lap Drabble

Comforting Headcanons: waiting for exam results

Getting a kitten that looks like Akai Headcanons

Akai encouraging reader to have better eating habits

Bedridden s/o due to an injury Headcanons

Reader who enjoys debates Headcanons

Akai x reader who dissociates Headcanons

"What would you do if you caught me cheating?"

And Just by Chance We Will Meet Again

Exam comfort for the Reader Drabble

Amusement Park Date Headcanons

Insomniac/Sleepy!Reader Headcanons

Oblivious!Reader Headcanons

First Kiss Drabble

Volvariella Volvacea

Perfect for Me

The New Beginnings

Protectiveness Headcanons

Unintentional/Accidental Confession Drabble

Comforting each other after nightmares

Reader with an overactive mind and rambles a lot Headcanons

Appreciating the reader's body Drabble

Winter Event: Furuya x Reader x Akai Drabble

NOC!reader figuring out that Shuichi faked his death

Reader who can fight/knows martial arts

Sherlockian Reader

Oblivous!reader

Spring Matsuri

800 Followers Event

Reader who doesn't like yelling

Taking care of Akai because he works so hard for us 🥺

Criminal by Britney Spears x Akai

Kamisama Hajimemashita by Hanae x Furuya/Reader/Akai

Saturn by Sleeping At Last x Akai

Imagine: Reader as a sniper specialist

Quiet, easily flustered reader HC

Holmes and Adler

Sad bc of Childhood Comfort Reply

Bad period symptoms HC

#what-the-stories-have-foretold #el 🌺

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fandom-lover20 · 4 years ago

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Requests Are OPEN

(I’m happy to do crossovers for anyone who like one)

I’ll do more than just romance ideas as well, if you want a father/daughter or best friends, siblings etc. that’s completely okay. This is also the same masterlist for if anyone wants any Match-ups, gifs, icons basically just anything you want. If it's in italics then it's because those are my favourite or the ones I just find easiest to write. One-shots: Whatever relationship you like, characters included and either writing prompt or small idea of what you want to happen Match-ups: Fandom (as many as you like), gender/pronouns and sexuality, basic description of physical features and some hobbies/interests, style, any extra info if you like

MINORS

⭐ - Headcanon

❤ - Romance

💋 - Smut

💛 - Fluff

🌹 - Angst

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MASTERLIST

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Requests are open for the following fandoms:

The Alienist

Cyrus

John Moore

Laszlo Kreisler

Lucius Issacson

Marcus Issacson

Sara Howard

Stevie

The Breakfast Club

Allison Reynolds (the basketcase)

Andrew Clark (the jock)

Brian Johnson (the nerd)

Claire Standish (the princess)

John Bender (the criminal)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Angel

Buffy Summers

Rupert Giles

Spike

Willow Rosenberg

Xander Harris

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Alex Blake

David Rossi

Derek Morgan

Elle Greenway

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Kate Callahan

Penelope Garcia

Spencer Reid

DC - (I'm not the biggest fan so the character list for this is short)

(any characters from)

Aquaman

Wonder Woman - I haven't watched 1984, sorry

Divergent

Caleb Prior

Christina

Eric

Peter

Tobias Eaton

Tori

Tris Prior

Will

Doctor Who

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Amy Pond

Glee

Artie Abrams

Blaine Anderson

Britney Pierce

Finn Hudson

Jake Puckerman

Kurt Hummel

Kitty Wilde

Marley Rose

Mike Chang

Noah Puckerman

Quinn Fabray

Rachel Berry

Santana Lopez

Sam Evans

Tina Cohen-Chang

The Greatest Showman

Anne Wheeler

Charity Barnum

Charles Stratton

Jenny Lind

Lettie Lutz

Phillip Carlyle

P.T Barnum

W.D Wheeler

Grey’s Anatomy (up to the end of season 9)

Addison Montgomery

Alex Karev

Amelia Shepard

April Kepner

Arizona Robbins

Callie Torres

Christina Yang

Denny

Derek Shepard (McDreamy)

Finn Dandridge (McVet)

George O’Malley

Izzie Stevens

Jo Wilson

Lexie Grey

Mark Sloan (McSteamy)

Meredith Grey

Miranda Bailey

Owen Hunt (McSoldier)

Richard Webber

Teddy Altman

Harry Potter

Angelina Johnston

Blaise Zabini

Dean Thomas

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Katie Bell

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Pansy Parkinson

Ron Weasley

Seamus Finnigan

(Young) Tom Riddle

Bellatrix Lestrange

Hagrid

James Potter

Lily Evans

Narcissa Malfoy

Newt Scammander

Nymphadora Tonks

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

The Hunger Games

Beetee

Cato

Cinna

Clove

Effie Trinket

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthrone

Glimmer

Haymitch Abernethy

Joannah Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Marvel

Peeta Mellark

Primrose Everdeen

Rue

Inkheart

Dustfinger

Farid

Meggie

Mortimer

Knives Out

Benoit Blanc

Marta Cabrera

Ransom Drysdale

Kong: Skull Island

Cole

Houstan Brooks

Jack Chapman

James Conrad

Mason Weaver

Mills

San

Slivko

Lab Rats

Adam Davenport

Bree Davenport

Chase Davenport

Donald Davenport

Douglas Davenport

Leo Dooley

Marcus Davenport

Tasha Davenport

Mamma Mia

Sky

Donna Sheridan

Rosie

Tanya

Sam Carmichael

Bill Anderson

Harry Bright

Sophie Sheridan

Marvel Cinematic Universe (I haven’t watched WandaVision but it’s on my list, I just don’t want to ball my eyes out)

Baron Helmet Zemo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Darcy Lewis

Drax

Gamora

Groot

Jane Foster

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Nebula

Peggy Carter

Peter Parker

Peter Quill

Rocket

Sam Wilson

Sharon Carter

Shuri

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

T’Challa

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Vision

Wanda Maximoff

The Mighty Ducks

Adam Banks

Charlie Conway

Connie Monreau

Dean Portman

Dwayne Robertson

Fulton Reed

Gordan Bombay

Greg Goldberg

Guy Germaine

Jesse Hall

Julie Gaffney

Lester Averman

Luiz Mendoza

Russ Tyler

Ted Orion

Terry Hall

NCIS

Eleanor Bishop

Kate Todd

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Nick Torres

Timothee McGee

Tony Dinozzo

Ziva David

Now You See Me

Daniel Atlas

Dylan Rhodes

Henley Reeves

Jack Wilder

Lula May

Merritt McKinney

One Tree Hill

Brooke Davis

Haley James-Scott

Lukas Scott

Mouth McFadden

Nathan Scott

Peyton Sawyer

The Originals

Aiden

Davina Claire

Elijah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Joshua (Josh) Rosza

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Pitch Perfect

Barden Bellas

Beca Mitchell

Chloe

Emily Junk

Fat Amy

Flo

Stacie

DSM

Kommissar

Pieter Kramer

Treblemakers

Benji

Bumper Allen

Jessie

Rush

James Hunt

Niki Lauda

Scandal (seasons 1-3)

Abby Whelan

Charlie

David Rosen

Fitz Grant

Harrison Wright

Huck

Jake Ballard

Mellie Grant

Olivia Pope

Quinn Perkins

Stephen Finch

Sherlock (RDJ Movies)

Irene Adler

John Watson

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock BBC

Greg Lestrade

Irene Adler

Jim Moriarty

John Watson

Mary Watson

Molly Hooper

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Suits (I'm halfway through S3, just finished thingy oils plotline)

Donna Paulsen

Harvey Spectre

Louis Litt

Mike Ross

Rachel Zane

Supernatural

Castiel

Charlie

Claire Novak

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Gabriel

Rowena

Sam Winchester

Teen Wolf

Adrian Harris

Allison Argent

Bobby Finstock

Chris Argent

Derek Hale

Hayden

Issac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Kira Yukimara

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate/Hale

Noah Stilinski

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

Twilight

Alec

Alice Cullen

Bella Swan/Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Demitri

Edward Cullen

Embry McCall

Emmet Cullen

Esme Cullen

Felix

Jane

Jasper Hale

Leah Clearwater

Paul Lahote

Quill

Rosalie Hale

Sam

Seth Clearwater

The Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman

Bonnie Bennet

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Enzo St. John

Damon Salvatore

Jenna Sommers

Jo Laughlin

Kai Parker

Matt Donovan

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Lexi Branson

Liv Parker

Valerie

Vicki Donovan

X-Men

Charles Xavier

Erik

Kurt Wagner

Logan

Raven

Youngblood

Dean Youngblood

Derek Sutton

Jessie Chadwick

Coach Murray Chadwick

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solesommerso · 2 years ago

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Cameron [Cam] Torres - first official oc - asks open

[ no idea where he should go so I’m putting him in my au masterlist ]

- asks - throw him into any fandom of mine with any partner and I can write something

- age ; 25 | height ; 5’10 (he’ll say he’s 6’) | pronouns ; he/him | sexuality ; bisexual king

(more about him under the cut)

- speaks ; English, most Spanish, some Italian, and ASL (american sign language for those who don’t know, I think he’d learn it for like a million reasons but mostly to help a kid in his town)

- job ; he bounces between mechanic, hacker & occasionally watching kids that need it in the neighborhood

- lives ; an old shitty studio apartment that he thrifted most the furniture in and sometimes has a leaky shower

- drives ; 2011 ford mustang gt in black, he treats it like it’s his fucking child even if it’s only worth 20k

- interests ; cars, music, fighting if that counts, cooking (he’s surprisingly good at it), tech/hacking (he’s a criminally skilled mf), kids (he’s such a good babysitter *sob*), smoking weed (though he enjoys edibles too)

- dislikes ; “idiots that think they’re not idiots”, most old pop music (ie. Beyoncé, Katy Perry) (does not include Britney Spears), coffee (he’s an energy drink lad), any type of office job that requires a suit, dressing up in general, people who fuck up his car and/or hacking (you decide which is worse)

- morals ; in general they’re questionable, will steal from rich people and/or corporations, will not walk past a homeless person without giving them at least a fiver, will beat the shit out of someone for the right reasons, will not judge you in a bikini

- love language(s) ; physical touch, he’s the type to lay across his partners back as they do a simple task like folding laundry. also acts of service, will mother hen the fuck out of whoever he’s dating when they’re sick

- favorites of things ; the orange monster in particular, the yellow Red Bull, black nail polish freshly painted, Pierce the Veil (sush abt me projecting), breaking into abandoned buildings to lay on the roofs, sunsets/sunrises (he has no preference)

#woah an oc #cam torres (oc)#never thought I’d be posting him on here butttt #this is just me projecting 🧍#also the urge to force him into swat universe and make him streets boyfriend is very strong #this feels cringe to me but whatever #someone told me tumblr is supposed to be cringe and I’m really taking that to heart as I post this

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onewithnomightypowers · 4 years ago

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clandestine (chapter 4)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 4: darling can’t you hear me?

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. this chapter is musically driven so i would recommend listening to ‘hit me baby one more time’ by britney spears, ‘sos’ by abba and ‘end game’ by taylor swift, while reading the chapter. also there is slight smut in here. i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated.

warnings: smoking, drinking, slight smut, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

main masterlist series masterlist chapter 3 chapter 5

Tom and Y/N had been individually invited to their common friend Lily’s house warming party. They, however, decided to go together as friends.

Most of the people Y/N knew in London were all in the same circle and were all present at Lily’s. Lily was a smart woman and a social butterfly, but she was not the smartest when it came to befriending real and trustworthy people.

The house was packed with people. Everyone was taking a swing at the karaoke machine attached to the TV in the living room.

Y/N and Tom made their way to the kitchen where all the drinks were.

“Remember, you’re driving us home.” Y/N said, snatching the beer from Tom’s hand.

“Why can’t you drive?” Y/N chugged the whole beer at once.

“Oops”, she said, wiping her mouth from the back of her palm.

They both diverted to their separate ways, trying not to confirm the obvious. They were the talk of the town, or the party in this case. They were knee deep in rumours. Everyone had been gossiping about something they had heard from a friend of a friend.

Rumours spread like wildfire and in their case, most of the rumours were true. But the biggest red herring of the town was that Haz and Y/N were separated and were on the verge of filing divorce, and Y/N was getting the heat of it.

Those who were sober enough to sustain a conversation, came up to her and asked her the exact same question.

“So what is up with Haz? How is he? Haven’t seen him around in such a long time”, asked a girl, whose name Y/N couldn’t remember.

She was clearly out for ‘the scoop’ everyone else was.

“Oh he’s nice, he’s actually coming to London next week”, this was the thirteenth time Y/N had repeated that sentence tonight.

“So will he be accompanying you to the premier?”

What is she, a tabloid journalist?

“I don’t know actually, we haven’t talked about that”

---

Tom hated parties, he preferred intimate gatherings, where people would have meaningful conversations instead of the shallow small talk. He was an ‘intellectual’ in that sense, as Y/N had pointed out. He was insufferable since he couldn’t drink as he had to drive Y/N home, and she was nowhere to be found. He found himself entering the bathroom in Lily’s room to escape. Little did he know, Y/N felt the same way. He entered the bathroom to a modern masterpiece.

Y/N was sitting inside the bathtub with her legs hanging out of it. Her white wine glass was to her left, next to a Marlboro box with a lighter poking out it. The shower curtains were pushed to the right side of the tub.

She had a cigarette in her left hand and her phone in her right. He could only assume that she was playing candy crush like the middle aged woman she was. He couldn’t help but take a picture.

Y/N didn’t notice him until she heard the sound of the phone camera.

“I see you lasted an hour out there”, she said, ashing her cigarette on the box.

“Which is more than you”, he sat on the edge of the tub.

“Ugh, I couldn’t take their questions about Haz anymore, like seriously why do they all need to ask me the exact same question individually, I should literally just announce my life’s status with a fucking lou-“, Y/N was interrupted by Tom’s sloppy kiss.

She tastes like wine

He found himself on Y/N's lap and started kissing down her neck. She smelled like her Gucci Bloom perfume mixed with alcohol and smoke. Tom made it to her breasts and started sucking them, in an attempt to leave his mark on her.

There was a knock on the door. “Go away”, Y/N screamed, between small, light moans. “Um, okay”, the person said from behind the door. Y/N moved her hand to the rim of Tom’s shirt and started to pull it up, accidently toppling the wine glass next to her, spilling wine in the bathtub.

Tom broke away to see what had happened. “You’re a mess, darling”, he continued kissing her. “But I’m the mess you love”. Both of them were so intoxicated at the moment, they ignored the use of the word ‘love’. It was something which neither of them had said out loud before, but felt deeply.

“We should go, they will think we are canoodling together”, Tom said.

“But we are canoodling together”

“Yeah but still”

“Fine, but you owe me one”, Y/N said in frustration.

Tom got up from her lap, Y/N stuffed her phone and the cigarette box in her pocket.

“What are we going to do about that?” Tom pointed at the wine glass on the bed of the tub.

“Its white wine so it wouldn’t stain and we were never here”

Y/N opened the door and merged into the sea of people, leaving Tom behind.

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She found herself in an utterly boring conversation with Lily and her ‘girl squad’. They were talking about the latest Dior makeup line.

How can someone talk about makeup while drunk?

She noticed that Alan was done with his powerful performance of ‘hit me baby one more time’. “Who is next?” he asked the crowd, raising the microphone. Y/N found an opening to escape the conversation. “Me!” she got up, grabbed the mic and climbed the wooden coffee table.

“Who wants to recreate the ‘SOS’ scene with me from ‘Mamma Mia’? Of course I’ll be Pierce Brosnan” she screamed into the mic.

“I’ll be your Meryl Streep”, Tom walked over to the karaoke machine to take the spare mic.

Y/N turned on the music, “I want everyone to sing the chorus with us”

“Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find, I try to reach for you but you have closed your mind”, Y/N stepped off the table and started to walk towards Tom, never losing eye contact with him.

“Whatever happened to our love? I wish I understood, it used to be so nice, it used to be so good”, Tom turned his back to her just like Meryl Streep in the movie.

“So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me, S.O.S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S”, everyone sang this part excluding Tom.

“When you're gone, how can I even try to go on? When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?” Y/N sang this part alone. Tom turned slightly to look at Y/N, he could see it in her eyes that she meant every bit of what she was singing.

“You seemed so far away, though you were standing near. You made me feel alive but something died, I fear”. It was Tom’s time to shine. He noticed that almost everyone in their audience had pulled out their phones to record it.

“I really tried to make it up, I wish I understood. What happened to our love, it used to be so good”, Tom tried his best to overact.

“So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me, S.O.S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S.” they all sang it, together, on top of their lungs.

Tom and Y/N were, now, standing back to back.

“When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?” Y/N repeated the lines after Tom.

“When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?” they held each other’s free hand in a way no one could see it.

The music stopped playing, they turned to look at each other. “Now don’t expect me to do the dirty dancing lift with you, I don’t want to break my back”, Y/N spoke into the mic. The whole room burst into laughter.

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They were on their way to Y/N’s Camden apartment, their home for the time being. Tom was driving and the local radio was playing at a low volume. Y/N was looking out the window, it was past midnight, and the streets were stranded.

“And now, ‘End Game’ by Taylor Swift”, the radio jockey said.

Y/N was not paying attention to whatever was playing but Tom was. He turned up the volume for her, knowing her, he knew that she wouldn’t want to miss it. Y/N finally noticed the chorus and got excited. She looked over at Tom, giving him a glance that said ‘you know me so well’. He noted the glance, grabbed her right hand delicately and pulled it up to his mouth to give it a kiss.

She took her hand back to increase the volume even more. They had stopped at a red light.

“I hit you like bang”, Y/N sang along, making a ‘bomb blasting’ gesture.

“We tried to forget it but we just couldn’t, and I buried deep hatchets but I keep maps to where I put ‘em”

“Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy” Tom also sang with her.

“I swear I don’t love the drama”, he let her sing this part alone.

“It loves me” she bopped Tom’s nose, scrunching her face.

I love her so much

“I love you so much”, he said.

She looked up, grinning like a devil, saying nothing.

Shit did I say it too soon? Yeah it’s too soon, she’s going to fucking leave me now

“Is it cool that I said that?” he was confused by her silence. The light had turned green and the cars behind them were honking, but his eyes were stuck on her beautiful devilish face.

Just before he turned his wild eyes on the road, she said it.

“I love you too, Tom.”

@mysticapples17

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sunshinesukuna · 5 years ago

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stuck with him

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

genre: flangst

wc: 1.7k

insp: PINK LEMONADE - THE WOMBATS (PLEASE LISTEN TO THISSS. IT INSPIRED THIS WHOLE SERIES AND IS A BANGER.)

a/n: three down, three more to go y’all’s. had fun writing this because analogies and fuckbois that don’t love me? i love. *cue toxic by britney spears*

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You wipe off eraser dust from your books when Atsumu gets a good look at your hand. Something has caught the sunlight, and it’s reflecting back into his eye. At first he goes to close the curtains, but then he realizes it’s coming from your fingers.

A silver band rests snugly on your middle finger. Atsumu knows who it must be from. He refuses to acknowledge it. Focusing his attention on the set of practice problems in front of him, he carries on with his work. But the way you look at the ring makes him look up from the math questions and into your eyes. He decided that he’s in need of a bit of torture.

“Hey, (Y/N), where’d ya get the ring?”

“Oh this?” You hold it up to the light, taking a moment to appreciate it. “Yuuji gave it to me. He said that as long as I have this, he’ll always be with me, and I’ll always be with him.”

Atsumu scoffed. What a load of BS. He was willing to bet that the ring you were wearing right now was probably the same ring that Terushima had given to the many girls before you.

“Oh yeah?” Atsumu asks.

“Yeah. He’s been really good to me, y’know? He takes me out on really creative dates, and he says the smoothest words, and he just,” you flop back in your seat, “he’s the best, Atsumu. Thank you so much for slapping him in the face that time.”

Atsumu chuckles, but there’s a pang in his heart that just can’t seem to be covered up. The fond smile you have on your face turns you a thousand times more beautiful. Every atom inside Atsumu’s body screams for him to keep that smile on your face. It seems that both you and Atsumu are suffering from a case of lovesick right now. He lets out a strangled cough.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

Atsumu shakes his head. “Nothing.”

Both of you know that he’s lying. Normally, you would ask him about it and he would confess when he was ready. But both of you both knew that these weren’t normal circumstances. You keep your eyes down and focus on the polynomial problems in front of you.

You sigh and open up another book. You’re just about to flip to another page when your phone rings beside you on the table. Your stomach did a little backflip upon seeing the contact name. It’s a facetime, so you quickly angle your face towards the source of light and make sure your hair is alright. There’s a pencil still stuck in your ears, which you remove hastily before pressing ‘Accept’.

“Hi Yuuji!” you greeted. Your boyfriend’s face on the line was blurry on the other side, but that was enough. He seemed to be laying down on his bed at home. When he smiled at you, his tongue piercing caught the light from his room and blinked and glittered.

Atsumu resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the sickly sweet tone you were using, a far cry from your normal voice that you were talking with just a few minutes ago.

“Hey, baby,” Terushima said.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“Nah, I’m just checking on you. What are you doing right now?”

“Just studying with ‘Tsumu here. Say hi, Atsumu!” Atsumu looked up from his book. The fuck was he supposed to say? He opts for a short nod to the camera.

“Hey, man,” Terushima says. Atsumu keeps his silence and goes back to studying. “What are you studying?”

“Eh…” You flip through your books. “Math.”

“Don’t wanna come over to my house and study with me?” Oh hell no. Atsumu chokes back a gag at his behaviour. As a former, maybe current fuckboy himself, Atsumu attests to Terushima’s experience. You giggle dreamily and lean your head on the table.

“We all know how bad you are at math, sweetie,” you say. So now you and him were on pet name basis? Well damn. This Terushima guy might just be good at his job. Of playing you of course.

“Hey, um, is it okay if we cancel our date on Saturday?” Terushima asks. Your eyes become wide and your lips droop with disappointment. If Atsumu was on the other side of that line right now, he wouldn’t have said such a thing to make you revert to that state. Even sitting in front of you right now, all he wants to do is to pinch the corners of your mouth back into that dazzling smile of yours. But that’s Terushima’s job, isn’t it?

“What? It’s the third time you’ve bailed out on me, Yuuji.” Third time? Atsumu was ready to throw hands by now. He resorted to gripping the edge of his pencil. It runs off of his papers out of his accord, creating squiggly lines that stray off of the neat blue lines.

“I know, I know. I’m really sorry, babe. Something came up.” Yeah, your ego, Atsumu almost spits out.

“Okay then…”

“I’ll make up to you, baby! I promise,” Terushima adds hurriedly.

“Sure.” Atsumu glances up to your face. You raise an eyebrow in somewhat annoyance, and your face is scrunched up in resignation. Of course you’d be annoyed, it’s the third time he’s blown you off.

“See you then, love you!” Terushima makes kissing noises from his line of the phone.

“Love you too.” You cut the call with a sigh and pick up your pencil once more. Silence befalls the two of you as you tey to get your feelings in order and finish the problems in front of you. You click your tongue.

“You really are a simp for him, eh?” Atsumu says. There’s a smug look on his face that you want to slap off. You opt for a shrug.

“I guess I am.” You lean your head on your palms and look up. ”He’s just so cute, though.” There’s a giddy smile on your face, despite the disappointment you had just gone through a few minutes prior. You open your phone once again, heading to the gallery where you open the folder titled ‘yuuji <3’. With each picture you scroll through, the smile on your face gets larger and larger.

“Oi. D’ya wanna go the the amusement park with me?” Atsumu asks. It’s impulsive, and maybe you’ll forget about the sudden loss if you spend some time with him, anyways. He also hasn’t seen you outside from school or clubs until now.

You tilt your head to the side. “When?”

“Saturday?”

“Don’t you have practice later that day?” Don’t say no, don’t say no, don’t say no.

“We can go after practice,” Atsumu suggests.

“Sorry, Atsumu.” You almost seem to recoil back in your seat. Your body balls up by itself, the relaxed pose you had now contracting into a more defensive stance. “I just… don’t feel good going with you now that i have a boyfriend, especially when it was supposed to be a date day.”

"I wouldn't want Yuuji to think that anything was going on."

There’s the sucker punch. So now you can’t even spare just several hours of your day because you’re afraid that your boyfriend won’t let you spend time with your friend? Your childhood friend at that, one that you’ve known for more than three-fourths of your life? Atsumu’s eyes twitched, the same way he would when he saw a spiker slip up.

You sucked in a gust of air. “I’m going to go home, now ‘Tsumu.” The zip of a pencil case and the flapping of pages shook Atsumu out of his thoughts. You were fully ready to go, your bag slung over your shoulder. “See you tomorrow.”

He walks you out to the front of the door. Had the previous events not transpired, maybe there would be small banter between you two. Probably about the latest TV show, or a cute idol you liked that Atsumu thought looked like his belly button in the shower. There is none of that now.

In silence, you give him a quick smile — the smile you give to strangers and the nice tamagoyaki man. Has Atsumu sunk to their level in your eyes? To be replaced by your new knight in shining armour?

Too deep in his thoughts, he doesn’t hear the lock of the door in front of him. And when he finally comes to his senses, you’re not there anymore.

There’s a knot of fire in his chest. Is it the burning inferno of hate and jealousy? Or the dying embers of the love and respect he has for you? The fire rages in his mind, incinerating all common sense and leaving behind the ashes of envy. He could possibly will the fire to put itself out by himself, but he know that the person that’s going to quell the burning anger in him is you.

And now, you’re gone.

A poor chair is knocked to the ground with a fierce grunt from the setter. Atsumu's toe throbs in pain, but at least it gives him one more thing to think about other than you. He’s about to lay waste to the magazines on the coffee table in front of him, but he collapses down on the sofa and counts to ten, like Kita taught him to. It doesn’t work.

Atsumu counts to ten again, no use. He settles for a glass of water. It’s what you would do whenever a certain opponent was getting on their nerves during a game. Oh, you. Perfect old you.

The walk back to his room is filled with Atsumu stomping through the halls. He flings the door open so hard that the bang on the wall is enough to startle some birds outside. Thank goodness he’s home alone. Atsumu flops down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The room is a little bigger now that you’re gone.

Before he can do anything rash, he puts a pillow over his face, and smashes. Hard. Atsumu roars a guttural sound into the pillow, the inferno from before being let loose into the soft cotton. There’s a dragon poster beside his closet. Maybe he was really turning into one, with all the fire in his head and heart.

It would be kind of cool if he was a dragon, he said to you once during second grade. Then he could burn all those kids on the playground that said Atsumu was dumb for still liking Power Rangers. Atsumu chuckled lowly at his past statement.

At least dragons didn’t have to worry about pointless feelings.

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lovelahela · 5 years ago

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❛ it lives in the woods ❜ ─ prologue

⇢ masterlist ; check masterlist for fancast!

⇢ pairing: noah marshall x f!mc (marisol reyes)

⇢ genre: horror

⇢ chapter: zero (prologue)

⇢ words: 2687

⇢ description: something old and powerful lives in the woods surrounding the small town of westchester... something that knows their names. tensions flare, old wounds are reopened, and lives hang in the balance of one, very important question: are you scared?

⇢ notes + warning: this story will include disturbing scenes, potentially dark/triggering subjects (including but not limited to underage substance/alcohol abuse, depression, anxiety) and strong language. reader discretion is advised.

Tonight, the moon is playing peek-a-boo, weaving in and out of ribbons of black clouds scudding across the sky. Accompanying the flickering radiance of lampposts scattered across the small town of Westchester, the light of the moon stretched across the vast cluster of trees that surrounded it and to a cosy, modern house far away from said lampposts that stood out significantly next to the worn-out, withering shack that stood meters away from it. The town was characteristically quiet, its folk invested in whatever dream of winning the lottery and marrying the most good-looking Hollywood actor they were having. It was almost peaceful.

The functioning word here being almost.

Inside that modern little house lay a young teenage girl, fast asleep in the comfort of her mattress and scented candles. Marisol Reyes tried very hard to be normal, thank you very much. She ran two clubs, maintained outstanding grades, and managed Westchester High's successful swimming team as an efficient captain. Some might even say she was one of the "popular kids," but she was no where near that (proven by the constant degradation courtesy of Britney and her posse), and preferred to keep it that way. All Marisol wanted was to blend, to be away from the spotlight - she had enough of it after being drowned in all the wrong kinds of attention when one of her best friends perished a decade ago. Being pointed at by judgemental kids and gossiping parents took a toll on her, and she swore to go out of her way to erase the devastating, untimely death of Jane Marshall from her life - she would never be the "best friend of that girl who died" ever again.

Although Marisol strongly refused her mother Soledad's advice to see a child psychologist and cope with the horrible trauma that cost her her childhood, she insisted that she was able to, get over it. She pushed aside the recurrent nightmares and the obsession with self-defense and martial arts classes, plastered on a smile, and said she was fine - every single time, all through the ten years of looking over shoulder and denying just how damaged she really was.

The sound of violent vibrations against a wooden surface startled Marisol Reyes out of her uncharacteristically peaceful slumber. She jumped out of her bed and grabbed the kitchen knife that always lied stoically on her bedside table like a war veteran, hair frazzled and muscles tense. The focus of her almond-shaped eyes darted around the room frantically, fingers tightening around the hilt of the knife as her heart beat wildly in her chest. Once she could not make out an outline of an intruder in the darkness that enveloped the area, she realized the vibrations were coming from her phone, buzzing enthusiastically with text notifications. She groaned at her overreaction to such a harmless event while rubbing the sleep from her eyes and picked up the small electronic device in her tense hands.

TEXT MESSAGE

3:12 AM

UNKNOWN NUMBER

marisol, you there?

it's dan.

i messed up. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry

Mark as spam?

Block number?

"Oh my God..." whispered Marisol, rereading that one text over and over again to make sure she didn't imagine it.

it's dan.

Those two words stole the breath and heat from her very skin. Suddenly her defenses are like paper, paper being soaked by rapidly falling rain drops. Dan Pierce. They hadn't spoken since the tragic incident a decade prior - after the funeral, the eight children went their separate ways, determined carry the truth behind that catastrophe with them to the grave no matter how deep they buried it inside of them. She debated replying - she hadn't so much as greeted him in so many years, and suddenly he bombards her phone with frantic messages in the middle of the night? Something seemed off. Marisol could practically feel danger creeping up slowly but surely behind her.

TEXT MESSAGE

3:15 AM

DAN PIERCE

marisol?

MARISOL

dan, hey.

it's been a while, u okay? what's up?

DAN PIERCE

i went into the woods.

i had to be sure, i had to prove to myself that he wasn't real.

that it was all in our heads.

but he is, mari. he's real. it was all real.

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Marisol's previously tense hands began shivering vigorously along with the rest of her limbs, all of them weakening by the second. She closed her eyes and drew in long, deep breaths, attempting to calm down and muster up whatever courage she had left. She wasn't sure if the texts she responded with were an attempt to convince Dan, or herself.

TEXT MESSAGE

3:17 AM

MARISOL

hey man, u sure ure not drunk?

DAN PIERCE

he was whispering, just like when we were kids.

MARISOL

dan, please stop.

we made all that stuff up, we were kids.

mr red was just a dumb game that spun out of control.

we made it all up.

DAN PIERCE

he does. he's with me right now.

MARISOL

for fuck's sake dan

if ure in the woods get out NOW

it's not safe in the dark

DAN PIERCE

i can hear him in the trees.

i can hear him whispering...

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Marisol hissed a long string of curse words, fumbling around in the dark for her jacket. It didn't matter that they lost touch with each other, she couldn't bear the thought of losing him - of losing someone else in the disbanded group that she once would have said she trusted with her life. Maybe, if you dug deep enough through the traumatic, emotional baggage she lugged around every waking moment, she still would.

Just as she snatched the keys to her mother's car (which she was only allowed to use in the case of an emergency, much to her dismay), someone rapped the window harshly, startling a shriek out of her. Her phone slipped out of her hands and landed on the wooden floorboard with an upsetting thud, just barely illuminating the room with a disturbing glow.

With the manner of a paranoid animal about to get preyed on viciously, Marisol snuck a peek at the window. Her blood ran cold when she made out the shape of what she was hoping was a human. Wasting no time, she jumped towards her lamp and turned it on. A yellow light filled just enough of the vicinity - enough to see that the man waiting outside her window was none other than Dan. She heaved out a relieved sigh and opened the window (reluctantly so), ushering him inside outside of the chilly embrace of the crisp night.

He climbed into his former friend's bedroom, hoodie dirtied by mud and hints of dead leaves. His long hair was unkempt, his eyes were accompanied by worrying and prominent bruises under them, and what used to be his beautifully tanned skin was then pale and sickly as though he was near death itself. Dan sat hunched over on the floor like a frail puppet being held up by a single fraying string. It was horribly peculiar to see him like this - he always held himself with confidence, tall and muscular frame towering over even those taller than him. To see him lying on her floor, so vulnerable and beaten down, it was heartbreaking to say the least.

"God, Dan, what happened to you?" asked Marisol, eyes softened with concern as she scanned his body for the injuries littered on his skin and mud staining his clothes. He looked up at her, expression shallow, striking a faint but growing fear inside of her. "How... how did you even get here? We're on the second floor."

"I climbed." His answer was curt and simple, no emotion to his voice at all. Nothing in his eyes or the tone of his voice supported the signs of terrifying struggle that blemished him. Marisol gulped.

"Oooookay, Spider-Man!" Nervous laughter cut through the uncomfortable silence choking them. She frowned and took small, careful steps forward as to not startle him. She crouched down to look him in the eyes as calmly as she should, slowly pulling down the zipper of his hoodie.

"Listen, bud, why don't you take a shower? I'll wash your clothes, give you some of my dad's, and you can tell me happened, yeah?" Her voice was low and soft, as though she was consoling a frightened child. Peeling the hoodie off his slouched shoulders, she avoided his eyes, which were - very creepily - trained on her paling face. She sighed, visibly relieved when he decided to focus on the string of Polaroid pictures and what looked like dozens of framed award certificates hung up on her wall, suddenly completely neglecting her physical existence next to his enfeebled body.

"I'm fine." His words resembled that of an accused, soulless criminal awaiting his punishment in court, perfectly trained to deny his guilt to his grave no matter what the situation was — it seemed to rehearsed. Then, abruptly, his head snapped in her direction and he grabbed her forearms tightly, staring at her with wide, crazed eyes. She could have sworn she felt all of her internal organs cease functioning for a split second and yelped pathetically. "Come on! We need to get the others!"

Her breath hitched in her throat. She searched and searched her brain for the proper response, hyper-aware of the growing madness that distorted his handsome face. When she spoke, the pitch of her voice was a bit too high for her liking. "What — What others?"

Dan's hold on her tightened noticeably, causing her to flinch and whimper involuntarily. A curt, mad laugh that sounded like one the Joker himself would utter left his lips. "Our friends, of course! Noah, Lily, Ava, Lucas, Andy, Stacy — the whole gang!" Another laugh that deepened the pit in her stomach, a laugh that would haunt her for days.

Suddenly, Marisol regretted turning away psychological help. The rate of her breathing quickened anxiously as she felt a gate in her mind burst open, letting unwanted memories flood it mercilessly at the mention of their names. She could not see Dan anymore, only flashing images of ruins, of an eerie forest, and of nine children irresponsibly skipping through the trees, on their way to revisit the entity that would then change their lives forever. Her eyes were coated with a glossy sheen of tears that were more than ready to flow down her cheeks against her weakening will. When she finally mustered the courage to speak again, she whispered: "I've barely spoken to them for years, Dan. Not since Jane — "

Before she could register what was happening, Dan stood up and pulled her with him with an unimaginable force that was sure to leave bruises. Their faces were uncomfortably close, so close she could smell the scent of blood and dirt that replaced his usual cologne. He stared at her like an enraged panther, tiny bubbles of froth forming at the corners of his mouth and face contorted with a venomous outburst. Fear was struck inside her that she felt in her very core — she almost thought he would kill her right then and there. "They have to come. Everyone has to be there. That's the rule."

She could feel the sweat trickle down her neck, the throbbing of her tear-filled eyes, the ringing screaming of a little girl in her ears, and the thumping of her horror-stricken heart against her chest. "Rule?"

The world stilled around them. Suddenly, she could not hear a single thing, not even her own breathing — only the awfully familiar words that the boy hissed: "Everyone plays together."

Marisol could not have been more thankful for the sound of her phone buzzing yet again against the floorboards. She took that as an excuse to gingerly wiggle out of his loosened grip and, with shaking legs, approached her cell and picked it up. A crack tarnished the previously pristine screen, but she decided to worry about that later when it was a more appropriate time to fret over a slightly broken phone.

But what she saw was her breaking point. Her free hand reached up to cover her mouth and stifle a sob threatening to spill out of her quivering lips and before she could control it a steady flow of salty tears coated her cheeks.

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3:26 AM

DAN PIERCE

are you still there?

i think i'm lost

marisol? my battery's almost dead, please help me!!

read 3:26 AM

The shock ricocheted up her skeleton; an enormous engulfing terror made her feel so, so sick in her mind and body. She's seen darkness before, the kind that makes an empty street look like an old-fashioned photograph, but this was different — this was the kin of darkness that robbed her of her common sense and replaced it with a paralyzing fear. By her genes, she is a predator with the intelligence and perceptive eyes to hunt, but in that moment, she felt like a helpless prey. Marisol slowly rose from the illuminating screen of her phone, her wide, suspicious eyes meeting his.

"Dan?" She sniffled weakly.

Although his eyes were cold an empty, right underneath them a grin stretched his lips impossibly from one ear to the other, radiating clear indications of raging madness.

"Marisol."

She lunged for the knife on her bedside table yet again, shrieking as he took large and quick steps towards her violently shaking form. She searched desperately for an escape route that wasn't blocked by the towering body of the intruder in front of her but to no avail. He grabbed her wrist with a bone-crushing hold, squeezing yet another helpless screech out of her. Her voice broke when she cried out: "Dan, please! Don't make me do this!"

And he did nothing but widen the frightening smile that would permanently etch itself into her retinas, haunting her every time she closed her eyes.

So Marisol did the only logical thing her frantic brain could come up with — with a heart-wrenching scream, pained by having to inflict pain on a friend who was once very dear to her, she drove the blade of the knife into his abdomen. Much to her increasing horror, he did not so much as flinch at the pain, only tightened the hold around her throbbing wrist. He merely growled like a feral animal, burning holes into her with his enraged gaze. "Wrong move."

Dan tackled her effortlessly to the floor, straddling her hips and forcing her into a cage that she would never break out of in her wildest dreams. He smashed her head against the rough surface underneath her, darkening her fading vision. "We all have to go back, remember?"

"LEAVE ME ALONE! GET — OFF — ME!" She thrashed in his hold, no longer attempting to swallow the sobs. Finally, after agonizing attempts to kick and thrash and flail, she was able to free one of her hands and in result scraped her previously perfectly manicured fingernails down the skin of his face.

A cry of disgust and disbelief bounced off the walls of the room when it peeled right off, revealing putrid flesh under it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, leaving her to stare into milky whiteness while the stink of stale dirt burned the insides of her nostrils. His long, skinny fingers curled around her neck, pressing, closing with a lack of mercy or remorse, feeling like tendrils wound around her oxygen supply. Despite her lungs blazing with agony, Marisol continued to fight fruitlessly until her energy started to dissipate like water going down a drain. Her hands fell to her side and her body grew limp, using her last breath to scream for help that, somewhere in the back of her min, she knew would never come. The last thing she saw before she embraced the coming blackness of unconsciousness was the ghastly monster that rendered her powerless and savagely tore open her old wounds.

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You’re A Loser Part 4

Summary: Peter had no idea you existed… till now. Who knew that just with one little text to the wrong number your whole world was about to change.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

You’re A Loser

You were startled once you heard your phone began to ring. You looked at your phone suspiciously and froze up once you saw the name Peter lit up your screen. Why the hell was he ringing?

The next ringing tone snapped you out of your trance as you hurriedly grabbed your phone, hovering your finger over the answer icon. You bit your lip nervously, leaning back in your bed as you felt your stomach begin to swarm with butterflies.

You pressed accept without realizing, soon raising the phone to your ear.

''Bonsoir!'' You immediately slapped your hand against your face as soon as the word left your mouth. What the hell were you thinking Y/N?

''Uhhhh Bonsoir, Mademoiselle'' He seemed to sound as awkward as you which made you feel slightly better. Though hearing his voice over the phone left your own heart stuttering. You almost began to crave more of the beautiful sound.

''Good day, fair maiden. What soft light through yonder window... we-we're still dong old timey stuff, right?'' You let out a small laugh.

''Yeah, totally'' You responded also causing him to laugh. You've heard him laugh before but this one sounded a lot more genuine. You liked it, a lot.

''Look, I'm just super glad you picked up because if you hadn't then I would have had to have, like, come up with some sort of hilarious voicemail to impress you'' You could feel your cheeks begin to warm.

''I know! Don't you hate that pressure?'' You laughed awkwardly, inwardly cringing at yourself.

''It's kinda, kinda interesting. Your voice sounds different than I remember it'' He almost sounded nervous himself but you knew Peter, he was never nervous. You smile instantly fell as your cheeks warmed even more in embarrassment.

Oh crap, how could you not think about this? For a second time tonight you slapped your forehead again, this time slightly harder then intended causing you to let out an 'ouch'.

''Are you okay?'' Of course he heard it, could your night get any worse?

''Yeah I'm fine, just stubbed my toe on the edge of my chair'' You tried to lie quickly, your face contorting in disgust at your own lie.

''And my voice sounds like this because...'' You paused, trying to think of something, anything.

''... your sick?''

''Yes!'' You agreed to that way to quickly causing Peter to laugh.

''I mean uhh, yeah, just a cold, nothing major'' You tried to respond in a calm tone causing Peter to laugh once more.

''Oh well that sucks!'' He lowers his voice so low that it cracks causing yourself to laugh at his impersonation of you. You covered your hand over your mouth, not wanting to sound too loud.

''But yeah... I kinda like the way it sounds so maybe.... you should get sick more often'' How could these words leave such a touching effect on your heart?

''You want me to get sick more often?'' You couldn't believe you were now teasing him over the phone.

''No-No! I mean... maybe?'' Peter responded awkwardly causing you to let out another genuine laugh.

''You're evil'' He says, laughing as well.

''What I mean is like your voice is... like... more smooth and less loud?'' He said it so awkwardly you wanted to laugh again. You could feel yourself slowly becoming more at ease as the phone conversation went on. The sarcasm lifting the tension.

''Thanks? I guess'' You responded.

''I didn't mean it in a bad way or anything... oh crap'' At this you laughed.

''No, no I get it'' You tried to make him feel better, hearing him sigh on the other end of the phone.

''But I seriously shouldn't be saying anything cause I was a super fat baby'' At this you laughed so hard your stomach began to hurt.

''Why would I? I have no idea why,,,?'' You internally nawwed at this.

''You were a fat baby?'' You decided to press the topic a little further.

''Yeah, I was like the Michelin man.'' You laughed even more, finding it difficult to catch your breath. You calmed yourself down after a few seconds, wiping away at your watery eyes.

''No, don't stop. i like hearing what's wrong with you'' You responded naturally, your nerves finally melting away entirely.

''No, I'm sorry. That was my only flaw'' Peter joked back causing the both of you to laugh.

''Actually, no I lied. I totally just lied to you, I do have one more'' Your interest peaked at this.

''I have these glow in the dark stickers on my ceiling that have been there for the past ten years. But besides that I'm perfect, basically.'' You laughed once again, your smile growing wider and wider as the butterflies in your stomach grew and grew with each passing second.

~*~*~*~*

You sighed to yourself in content as you swang on the swing softly in your backyard, your phone up to your ear as you listened to Peter talk. You bit your lip and smiled, loving every moment. You glanced up at the sky and smiled to yourself, seeing a shooting star shoot across.

''We've been on the phone for 4 hours now'' You stated out of the blue randomly, Peter stopping for a second to check the time himself.

''Indeed we have Smartypants'' You laughed softly.

''So let's get deeper'' You spoke in a posh voice, earning a laugh from him.

''Tell me about... football"

''What about football?'' Peter asked.

''You know, like, there's more to you than just being a hot jock right?'' You were too tired to realize what you had just said.

''You think I'm hot?'' It wasn't until Peter said this that you stuttered out an awkward reply.

''I mean N-n-no'' At this Peter bellowed in laughter.

''Nah I don't really like to consider myself a jock...'' He trailed off, silence looming in the air for a few seconds.

''I mean, yeah, I like football but between you and me, I don't even like most of the guys on my team'' Now this surprised you.

''I love football because every game is like a story. For a few hours there are villains and there are heroes. Every pass is a triumph, every tackle is a tragedy. You're all hurtling downfield at this one epic goal and every second matters. It's electric, you know? It's like, poetry... to me at least'' You sat in silence and listened,a soft gap escaping your lips by the end of his paragraph.

''Wow'' You muttered underneath your breath in amazement. Never in your life have you heard of football being described in that way. It was refreshing.

''I can't go telling the rest of the team that, they'd be freaking out. I'm the quarterback so I gotta keep their respect'' He finishes with a cough, earning a small laugh from you.

''So...'' You averted the topic once again.

''What type of flower would you be?'' You had been going through a list of what to ask someone to get to know them better and so far out of the 100 questions, you were onto your ninety first.

''Cactus, does a cactus count as a flower?'' You laughed at this.

''Umm, I don't think it qualifies as a flower, no''

''You'd be a rose'' You smiled faltered a little, your body halting it's movements in swinging you on the swing.

''Like the queen flower all the other flowers are jealous of'' You doubted that.

''I don't think so'' You replied honestly, getting up as you felt the cold night air pierce your skin slightly. You got up and walked back into the house and up to your bedroom, your parents already tucked away in bed seeing it was almost 1 in the morning.

''It's getting kinda late'' Peter says with a yawn making him sound adorable. You smiled to yourself and glanced over towards your clock on your bedside table.

''I guess it is'' You responded, not really wanting to end the call just yet.

''Facetime tomorrow?'' Your heart stopped. He wanted to talk to you again, you. You smiled so hard your cheeks began to hurt. You could feel your face heat up for the thousandth time that night but you didn't care. You nodded your head so quickly. even though he couldn't see.

''Yes'' It came out excitedly.

''Goodnight'' As soon as he said this you hung up the phone and let out the most girlish squeal ever. You judged the girls that squealed like this when they were excited but now you understood why they did it. There was so much excitement coursing through your veins you had to release some of it.

Your eyes didn't fall close till 3.

~*~*~*~*

''Where are the sour patch parents?'' You rolled your eyes at your best friends question.

''I have no idea how we're going to do this'' You sighed to yourself, not really paying attention to Zack. It hadn't hit you what he had said till a few hours later. Facetime, face to face.

''Oh cause we shouldn't, it's a really bad idea'' He pipes up from beside you, chewing on another sour patch kid.

''I mean -chew- Vietnam sounds like a better plan'' You gave him a deadpanned look before continuing.

''Okay''

''Internment camps, waterboading, boy bands... hammerpants would even be better'' You rolled your eyes again but smiled.

''Are you really buying your own ticket to homecoming?'' It was sad, yes but it wasn't like you had anyone to really go with.

''I'll go with you'' Your best friend offered with a smile. You smiled in response and rested your head against his shoulder.

''I really don't care who I go with so it's all good'' You laughed at this and softly nudged him causing him to yelp playfully.

''Thanks, but I think I'll pass on the pity date'' You responded, moving up in the queue.

''What? it's not a pity date!'' You scoffed at this but laughed anyway.

''Wow you're wearing a lot less crap on your face'' Your face fell at your best friends comment to Britney who was the head of the homecoming committee.

''Zack...'' He turned to you and shrugged, popping another sour patch into his mouth.

''No it's a good thing''

''Here'' Britney swiftly cute him off, handing us both tickets we had just payed for.

''Thank you'' Zack chimed with a smile, her returning a very sarcastic one back.

''Bye'' You waved back bye awkwardly before following behind Zack.

~*~*~*~*

''Britney'' You had been trying to get her attention off her phone for the past three minutes.

''Come on'' You hit her softly with the photo causing her to laugh and pop her phone away. The both of you were currently studying in your bedroom.

''You're not getting it''

''Why do you smell worse than normal?" Ouch. You had a smart idea to try out for track today, you wanted to put something onto your college application... let's just say it was a total bust. Yes you use to play sport but running? long distances? No.

''You have to let me pluck your brows. I can;t concentrate staring into eyes of Sasquatch'' You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway.

''Okay, back to Nietzsche. He;s an existentialist, he believed god was dead, most of his writings was about free will and moral-''

''Why don't you just watch movies like normal people?'' You sighed to yourself as Britney cut you off with a serious expression.

''Okay'' You had an idea.

''Nietzsche is like a... sexy German vampire. He whines a lot, and he thinks everything is pointless.'' At this Britney smiled at you then looked at the photo in your hand and took it politely from you.

''Well, I am totally for Nietzsche'' She jokes earning a small laugh out of you.

''Me, too'' At this Britney laughs as well.

The chiming from your phone interrupted the both of you. You quickly grabbed your phone and opened up the message.

''Okay, I think it's time''

''Like time-time?'' You nodded your head in response as her eyes went wide.

''Yeah''

''Are you sure this is going to work?'' She asks, grabbing your laptop.

''Nope, not at all'' You replied honestly, helping her set it up as she laughs at your response softly.

''Oh my god'' You said as soon as you heard your laptop begin to signal an incoming face-time.

''Go, you have to answer it!'' You urged Britney nervously, her almost looking as nervous as you.

''He's gonna hang up!''

''Fine just chill!'' She responds, quickly hitting the accept button.

''Hey!'' You could hear Peter;s voice come through the laptop speakers. Britney just smiled into the camera, causing you to shake your head.

''What are you doing?'' You mouth at her, getting her attention from him to you. She leans over the laptop to speak to you in a hushed voice.

''What am I supposed to do?'' You wanted to groan aloud.

''Hi!'' You called out before returning your attention back to a very confused Britney.

''Uhh... hey?'' He sounded very unsure of himself.

''Uhh I can't really see you'' You kept communicating with Britney through just moving your mouth with no sounds and expressive hand gestures as Peter sat there awkwardly.

''Maybe adjust your camera?''

''Okay, fine!'' Britney mouths back in irritation before returning to in front of your laptop.

''Hey, sorry about that'' You spoke up, Britney mouthing your words a second later with a smile into the camera.

''Much better. Much, much better'' You heard Peter say. A part of you wanted t stick your head around to see him too in real time. You were beyond envious of Britney in this moment. Instead you sucked it up and plastered a fake smile, continuing the conversation.

''Are you with someone?'' Yes.

''No I'm not'' You spoke up, Britney mouthing the words soon after.

''How was your day?'' You asked, Britney following along happily.

''Uhh you know what, I think the connection is way off. The audio's not synced to the video at all'' Britney just shrugged her shoulders in response.

''Uh yeah, my internet is the worst'' You lied smoothly, Britney still following.

''Yeah, my Wifi's pretty bad'' You laughed softly at this, Britney mimicking you.

''Sorry, maybe we should try this another time?'' You asked, wanting to end the humiliating phone call as quickly as you could.

''Yeah, yeah, sure'' You smiled to yourself at the sound of his voice once again, your eyes momentarily leaving Britney's.

''But we're still on for the phone call tonight right?'' He almost sounded nervous for your answer. At this you blushed to yourself, Britney smirking over at you before glancing back into the camera.

''Definitely'' You replied.

''Okay'' He responds casually, leaving a moment of awkward silence. You just laugh silently along with Britney.

''Oh uhh and Hey Britney?'' At this, Britney's head turned away from you and towards the screen.

''Yeah?'' Britney mimicked instantly.

''You are even more gorgeous than I remember'' Your smile fell as you watched Britney's face light up at the compliment. You resisted the urge to let a tear fall and instead opted for a smile instead, seeing Britney genuinely flattered with the comment.

''Yeah, phone later''

''Bye'' he responds before you quickly snap the laptop shut. Britney puts her head into her hands and begins to laugh.

''Oh my god he brought it!'' She said excitedly, rising to her feet before jumping onto the bed next to you. You smiled at her childness and began to laugh along with her.

Britney raised her hand for a high five and you happily accepted, the both of you still laughing with happiness for a few minutes afterwards.

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A/N: Another part finished! Yes it's a slow build up but it'll give the book more tension I believe... wow I just called this a book... this is definitely a mini series ahaha xx Let me know what you guys think!

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